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    [] Take the Mirror [Tiebreaker]

    After a moment's hesitation, you take the offered mirror and hold it up to have a proper look at yourself.

    Unfortunately, all you see is a vague silhouette, You can't make out any details at all.

    The stranger grumbles for a moment, before lighting another match. "Here," he says simply, holding it up for you.

    Even with the light, it's hard to see, and your shivering hand doesn't help either.

    Still, you take a closer look and then you see...
    [] A Man
    [] A Woman

    Who is...
    [] Young
    [] In their Prime
    [] Middle Aged

    and after a moment of study, you decide that you are...
    [] Ugly
    [] Pretty Normal looking
    [] Gorgeous/Dashing

    Satisfied, you offer the mirror back to the man and then you...
    [] Remove the Chain
    [] Head "thataways"
    [] Write-in
     
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    • [X] A Man
    [X] Middle Aged
    [X] Pretty Normal looking
    [X] Remove the Chain

    A man from the Middle Age who doesn't look suspicious and must remove the chains of slavery-- I mean, wait, what? Don't question my choices!
     
    I'm tempted to just go ahead and update, but I think I'll leave the vote open for another 8-10 hours, since character creation is usually considered a pretty important vote.

    I see no one has voted to be ugly. Why ever not? :V
     
    A-Side 2.1
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    [] A woman [Tiebreaker]
    [] Middle-Aged
    [] Pretty Normal Looking
    [] Remove the Chain

    You're somewhat disappointed that looking in the mirror doesn't reveal anything amazing, or cause you to remember that you were a wealthy heiress.

    Just your boring, plain face, adorned with a bun of brown hair.

    To be honest, you're not sure why the man thought it would help at all.

    Sure, you hadn't remembered what you looked like, and the fact that you were a woman might have slipped your mind, but it hadn't really mattered really.

    You had been busy trying not to die, after all.

    You sit down, and begin trying to remove the chain. It's wrapped firmly around your lower leg, but you figure you could slip free of it if you just got your boot off.

    Despite your unsteady hands, it's quick work to undo the buckles, and to work your way out of the knee-high boot. A quick shake, and the chains slide off the now empty footwear easily enough, and then you slip it back on.

    "Huh," the man said, still watching you. "You know, I watched you go over that waterfall, but you didn't even make a sound. And then you just worked your way to shore like it wasn't anything."

    He jabs at you with his cigar, like he's trying to pin you down or something.

    "Then, you're on shore, soppin' wet, exhausted, and freezin' to death, and a strange man approaches you outta nowhere, and you just take in in stride."

    "And then you take the time to get a good look at yourself, and then make sure you're all chain free and presentable like before headin' off." He shakes his head.

    "Wanna know what I think?" he says, barely pausing before continuing, "I think the reason you're not in a hurry, is 'cause you aint afraid of freezin' to death. You already have ice-water in your veins," he announces with a flourish, and a grin.

    [] Walk Away
    -[] "Thataways"
    -[] Along the river
    [] Say something
    -[] Yes, I do.
    -[] I don't think I like you.
    -[] Write-in
    [] Write-in
     
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    [] A Man
    [] Young
    [] Gorgeous
    [] Head "thataways"

    It had been rather shocking. You still didn't know anything about who you were, where you came from, or anything like that. But you did know this.

    You were gorgeous.

    You had gleaming white teeth, an immaculate goatee, soft wavy blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes framed by luscious long eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of.

    To be honest, you looked like you had walked right out of a story book.

    Of course, that didn't help you any as you stood here shivering, as the stranger scowled at you.

    "You just going to stand around all day, pretty boy?" he grumbles.

    You shake your head, and begin moving towards the direction the man had indicated earlier. You don't make it far before you realize it's rather difficult to walk when you're dragging about ten feet of chain behind you.

    You gather it quickly, slinging it over your shoulder like a bandoleer, before you resume walking.

    "Not going to set any new fashions with that," the old man mutters, as he trails along behind you.

    [] Keep Walking in Silence
    [] Say Something
    -[] Better to look a fool than to die one.
    -[] And you are?
    -[] Write-in
     
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    • [X] Say something
    -[X] Yes, I do.
    [X] Say Something
    -[X] Better to look a fool than to die one.

    Hah. I love how he has different impressions of us.
     
    Switching to A-Side because I'd rather be a normal looking, middle-aged woman than a gorgeous young man!

    [X] Say something
    -[X] I don't think I like you.
     
    Shintouyu said:
    Switching to A-Side because I'd rather be a normal looking, middle-aged woman than a gorgeous young man!

    [X] Say something
    -[X] I don't think I like you.
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    You get to vote for both sides, Shintouyu. You don't have to choose. And the majority seems to want to be a normal looking, middle-aged woman. That's why it is the A-Side. :V
     
    [X] Say something
    -[X] Yes, I do.
    [X] Say Something
    -[X] Better to look a fool than to die one.
    Diomedon said:
    You get to vote for both sides, Shintouyu. You don't have to choose. And the majority seems to want to be a normal looking, middle-aged woman. That's why it is the A-Side. :V
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    No love for gorgeous middle-aged man, I see. ;_;
     
    A-Side 2.2
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    [] Say something
    -[] Yes, I do.

    "Yes, I do," you reply matter-of-factly. And it was true. Even now, with no memory, wet, half-frozen to death, exhausted, and having just survived someone trying to kill you, you weren't worried in the slightest.

    You'd handle it.

    *Trait Gained: Cool Under Pressure*

    The old soldier continues to grin at you, only pausing to take a long draw on his cigar.

    "Question is then," he says around his cigar, "Is what you're gonna do about those thugs that tried to drown you. I don't reckon that they'll just leave you alone, now that you've ruined their plans by not dyin' an' all."

    That was true, but then again, they might think you're dead...

    "So, I figure you know how you want to handle it, then?" he says, looking at you askance.

    [] You're going after them, but...you admit you don't know who they are.
    [] They probably think you're dead. It's best not to attract undue attention.
    [] They are not a concern. If they return, you'll deal with them then.
     
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    [] Say Something
    -[] Better to look a fool than to die one.

    "Well, I'm freezing. I'd rather look a fool than die one. I'll take care of it once I'm warm!" you declare, as you try to rub some warmth back into your arms.

    The old man just harrumphs at you, so you ignore him and concentrate on walking. After a few minutes, you turn to ask him if you're still heading the right way, only to find out that he's gone.

    Well, some help he was!

    It's only takes a few more minutes before you reach a cobblestone street. You can see since it is lit, albeit dimly, by numerous gas-lamps. A ways down the street, light is pouring out of a public-house.

    You could get warm there, but you had no money...

    You also spot a building with a cross above its door, but it doesn't look to be in great shape. If it is a church, it isn't much of one, lacking even the smallest of courtyards.

    There is also a lone police constable slowly meandering down the street towards you, though it doesn't look like he's spotted you yet.

    [] Go to the public-house
    [] Try the...church?
    [] Ask the constable for help.
     
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    • ...this new style is growing on me in a good way.

    [X] They probably think you're dead. It's best not to attract undue attention.

    [X] Try the...church?
     
    A-Side 2.3
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    [] They probably think you're dead. It's best not to attract undue attention.

    You don't need even a moment to consider it further. You're certain of what to do.

    "They probably think I'm dead. It's best not to attract undue attention," you respond, plainly.

    The old soldier's face loses its mirth, and he looks at you seriously.

    "Y'know, you can't just run away. These things have a way of catchin' up," he says as he taps the ash from his cigar.

    You raise an eyebrow at him, "I never said I was running away. If I'm 'dead' I am free to move about and..." You pause, not wanting to admit you didn't have a single idea as to who you were, where you were, who had tried to kill you, or why they would wish to do so. "Well, figure things out. I wont learn anything if I run around aimlessly, like a chicken with its head chopped off."

    "My apologies, ma'am. Didn't mean to imply nothin'," he says, hold his hands up in a placating gesture, grinning at you again.

    Hmph.

    "Whelp, where do you want to head to then? There's a pub that you could warm up at, but you do somewhat stick out. Word might get out, or not, depending." He shrugs.

    "There's a Catholic church that'll house you for the night. Priests aint too popular 'round here, so they shouldn't be talking to anyone. At least, no one in this town. Can't say about the Italians or Austrians, but, mmm..." he trails off, giving a long draw on his cigar.

    "There's always the police, but not the most helpful folk at the best of times. Not very discrete, neither."

    "I also know of an illegal madbo-" he cuts himself off, giving you a glance before continuing, "I mean, gentleman of the mechanical persuasion. It aint the safest option, but you could try ingratiatin' yourself with him, and you'd have access to a lot of things that'd be hard to find normally, not to mention his room and board. Also, very discrete, seeing as he currently doesn't talk to anyone other than himself," he says with wink.

    Nodding to you, he continues, "'Course, if there is any type of place you'd rather go, I can probably take you there."

    Where do you go?
    [] Pub
    [] Church
    [] The Police
    [] The "Gentleman's" house
    [] Write-in
     
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    [] Try the...church?

    You hurry down the street, clenching your teeth to keep them from chattering, and make your way to the church.

    As you get nearer, it becomes clear that the building before you was never intended as a place of worship. It is almost indistinguishable from the buildings beside it, of similar wooden construction with no ornamentation or windows. It's is small, unable to hold even a congregation of a hundred people inside.

    If it wasn't for the crucifix above the door, you wouldn't have given this place a second glance.

    The cold overriding any hesitation you might have felt, you grab the plain iron knocker, and bang it against the door.

    After a few moments, the door swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a young man in priestly robes. He is slightly shorter than you, with brown hair in a bowl cut, and clean shaven.

    "Uh...hello. Can I...Can I help you?" he says, uncertainly, eyeing the chain wrapped around you.

    "Yes! I fell into the river earlier tonight, and I'm slightly freezing to death. Do you mind if I come in?" You ask as you walk past the priest into the interior of the church.

    It isn't much better than the exterior, though it has been well cared for despite it's humble state. You are standing in what is probably the main worship area, and it could hold perhaps sixty people in uncomfortable looking pews.

    "Ah, yes...please come in," the priest mumbles, closing the door behind you. "The fire's gone out in the kitchen, but there should still be some embers..." he says, leading you to a side door.

    Beyond it is a modest kitchen, nothing much beyond a single stove and a few cupboards but most importantly the room is warm. You immediately take a seat on a stool, and hold your hands up to stove to better take advantage of the residual heat.

    "Do you, uh...need anything else?" he asks uncertainly, unsure what he is supposed to do in this situation.

    [] No, thank you.
    -[] Remove the chain.
    -[] Restart the fire
    -[] Just rest
    [] Yes, actually...
    -[] Some food.
    -[] A blanket.
    -[] Answer some questions
    --[] Write-in (Max 3)
     
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