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Palace of Greed, El Dorado (Library of Ruina)

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The only issue I have with Lover's Quarrel is, well, it specifically calls out 8th Grade Fixer's as our opponents. What Grade are we?
 
SoothingCoffee said:
It's the kind of neighborhood that's considered safe by virtue of the amount of Fixer Offices based around here, their quality notwithstanding. Of course, a Syndicate could still just raid an Office, and the other Offices wouldn't bother to help unless they're going to get paid. Same with the people outside of the business, living in this part of the neighborhood. You think they know that too.
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So is being the Fixer Office Neighborhood safer than normal or not? Since it seems like it's just as dangerous as everywhere else and it's just a false peace of mind thing

Not sure what to vote. Feel like babysitting could be interesting from a character perspective but I also worry it's bait since being alone to watch over two kids is basically every horror story ever.
 
NMS said:
The only issue I have with Lover's Quarrel is, well, it specifically calls out 8th Grade Fixer's as our opponents. What Grade are we?
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We should be ninth, since we just started. One grade below the opposition. We are also going out with one of the more experienced fixers though and we don't know their grade, but my guess is that it's going to be higher than 8th given how unconcerned the boss was at the idea of fighting an 8th grade office.
 
Am I correct in assuming that just because the Office is 8th Grade we're not guaranteed to fight an 8th Grade Fixer (or 8th Grade Fixers) since it's plausible they'll send some 9th newbs like us right?
 
NotteBoy97 said:
So is being the Fixer Office Neighborhood safer than normal or not? Since it seems like it's just as dangerous as everywhere else and it's just a false peace of mind thing
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It's like that everywhere in the City. Doesn't matter if you're near a Fixer's Office or not, "Safe" is not something you'll ever really get. Even the Nest are only "Safe" in the sense that you won't die to the stuff you see in the Backstreets. Just die to the Wings' own experiments and Hit Squads.

NotteBoy97 said:
Am I correct in assuming that just because the Office is 8th Grade we're not guaranteed to fight an 8th Grade Fixer (or 8th Grade Fixers) since it's plausible they'll send some 9th newbs like us right?
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Possibly.
 
NMS said:
The only issue I have with Lover's Quarrel is, well, it specifically calls out 8th Grade Fixer's as our opponents. What Grade are we?
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Scarecrow Office is a 5th Grade Office. Mao herself is a 5th Grade edging into 4th Grade. Both Burke, and Mori are 6th Grade. While the Chief is sitting comfortably, and probably will be staying there, in 4th Grade.

Generally speaking, Offices get "good and dependable" once they hit the 5th Grade mark, though they often plateau there for the most part.

Edit: On Grade Office, my understanding is that they're based mainly on the Boss' Grade, but also a bit from the others. An example would be Moses' Office being a Fifth Grade Office, and Moses herself being Fifth Grade despite the fact that Ezra is in 3rd Grade. So just because you're an 8th Grade Office, doesn't mean you're composed largely of 8th Grade dudes.
 
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[X] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."

[X] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th​ Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."

I would have gone with the stealth specialist but ranged support is nice but Mao is most likely going to be shooting sparingly due to the price of ammo. I would have also chosen the babysitting job instead but I'm guessing that one of the kids would have left home for one reason or another and then we would have had to split the party to look for them.

I wonder what job Kai would pick after we made our choice.
 
[X] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."
[X] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th​ Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."

It feels straightforward and... safe? Without unforeseen complications baked into the mission itself.
 
[X] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."
[X] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."

I'll take a ten Ahn bet that this `no-name 8th Grade Office' is actually a name worthy office or have ties to one that might enter the Library sooner than later. I'd say... Hook Office?
 
NMS said:
You mean the Office of former serial killers that teams up with Syndicates? That Hook Office?
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The one and only, yes. They are exactly the sort of folks a spurned vindictive lover would send to make a message and are in it mostly for the cheap thrills. Last I checked, their rando books weren't even Grade 7 like the Zwei nugget Fixers we book'd.
 
NotteBoy97 said:
So is being the Fixer Office Neighborhood safer than normal or not? Since it seems like it's just as dangerous as everywhere else and it's just a false peace of mind thing
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Late response, but it's a bit of collumn A, and a bit of collumn B. There's a bit of false sense of peace mixed in there. Fixers are in general, incredibly mercenary. It's not just about getting paid either; it's also about writing their reports to the Hana Association so they could get Graded. But being a hub for Fixers does come with its benefits.

People come in from outside, and that in turn enriches the particular neighborhood. And if the neighborhood is safe, then prospective clients would be more keen to come by. When it comes to Fixers, reputation is everything after all. There's some mutualism there. The Neighborhood itself, while can't be called rich, they're pretty well-off by Backstreets standard. Theoretically, when their own Neighborhood Watch fails, they could group up and hire a bunch of Fixers to deal with the mess -- and since those Fixers are like, literally next door, that's an immediate reinforcement.

And when it's another Fixer Office that got raided, said Fixer Office could also hire the other Offices for reinforcement. Some could possibly even help out without being asked in that "I could be next" line of thought.

That's not going to stop some Syndicates, of course, but the idea of getting slaughtered by a bunch of Fixers on their way out is a real thing they have to reconsider. If they do manage to pull it off, though, they're definitely going to get real, real popular.
 
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[X] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."

[X] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th​ Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."
 
[X] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."

[X] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."
 
Finished the latest LoR Update. Not the hardest fight, but damn if it's not climactic, and awesome.

Speaking of, I'm calling the vote!

Adhoc vote count started by SoothingCoffee on Jan 29, 2021 at 3:22 PM, finished with 18 posts and 8 votes.
  • [X] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th​ Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."
    [X] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."
    [X] Mori. Stealth Specialist. "Well, not really. I'm good at sneaking around," Mori says, shooting Mao the stink eye. "But I've been working on my arm right here," he lifts his right hand. It unfolds apart into a nasty hook. "It's not as long-ranged, or powerful as Mao's baby there, but it's quiet." "So, a Stealth Specialist."
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Looks like Lover's Quarrel won, and you're gonna be paired up with Mao.

Also, I totally forgot about this, but I'm reminding you guys that I gave Lily 600XP to spend from last update. (Edited)= I will open a Vote for the XP allocation in the next update.
 
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Just to let people know XP wise we have enough to upgrade Fortitude to level two and then level up a Rookie or below skill besides Insight since we barely can't afford to level it up with the Prudence additional cost.

We could also upgrade any of our other stats just that we would only be able to afford upping Ranged or Technology if we pick Justice or Temperance and nothing else if we chose Prudence
 
Ah okay, then. Since we're about to go into a fight, how about this:
[X] Plan Upgrade Fortitude to II
-[X] 395 XP into Fortitude
Let's save that XP for a rainy day, and just make sure that we live this encounter.
 
Thinking about it in restrospect, doing the XP Vote now is probably not a good idea since not everyone's gonna see it. Sorry, it's a bit awkward, but I think I'll only doing the XP Votes in the next update instead.
 
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[X] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."

[X] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."
 
Well since the vote was called, I'll go ahead and ask this:

Am I the only one who finds Mao annoying?
 
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    • [] Mao. Gun Specialist. She carries a long-ranged rifle, and machete as side-arm. "I'm pretty handy if you want someone to talk with," she chimes in. "Talk good, and you get job done quick, get me?" "No."

    [] Lover's Quarrel. "Our client is a young girl named Sun somewhere in her twenties. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and it looks like the boyfriend's not taking this easy. Normally, this would be a Canard level – but it looks like the boyfriend hired men from another Office. I did some investigation, and it's just some no-name 8th​ Grade Office. Looks like the girlfriend's the bread maker of the two."



    The dangers of the Backstreets cannot be understated. Even though it's still late afternoon, Rats still roam the place looking for an unsuspecting schmuck to get gutted. Syndicates walk in broad daylight, sauntering around the place in groups, moments away from breaking into a fight with one another. Hatchet Men, Blood Liners, and Steel Flayers – different groups for different slices of the Backstreets. Butchers hiding in plain sight inside the innocent guise of their restaurants, milling around in the meat markets, sorting for a different sort of flesh to cook.

    You haven't really considered what Mao meant by "a long-ranged rifle" until she takes it out and slings it over her shoulders. It's a great bulky thing matted in black. Strapped to her side is her machete, looking plain compared to the rifle. On her head, a round black hat with flat top, its room looking as though something had chewed bits and pieces of it. Around it, a split-up dusty white band. You know well enough that for annoying as she is, Mao is leagues above you – but it hadn't registered until now. The sight of Fixers like her on the streets isn't an uncommon sight, of course, yet it never ceases to terrify, especially this close.

    You look down on yourself, and grimace. At least that does mean Fixers wearing ridiculous outfits like these also get less attentions.

    "Not digging the suits, are you, Lily?" Mao prompts, and you almost jump. Without you noticing, she has slowed down to your pace, keeping up besides you. "It suits you just fine, y'know? Got that zing to it."

    "Zing?" you mutter, before scowling. "It's too tight. I'm not used to it."

    Mao raises an eyebrow. "Sure that's the only reason for it? These outfits are meant to be comfortable, you know," she waves her hand vaguely to the air. "Breathability, and all that."

    "It ain't that –" you start, and then pause. You grimace. It really sounds like you're whining. You've worn worse shit, and she's right, it ain't even that tight. "It's nothing."

    Humming, Mao turns her attention back to the streets. You reflect the gesture. "If that's the case, then lemme brief you a bit on our mission. Listen well, this is part of the test," the flintiness in her voice snaps your attention back. "Ms. Sun, our client, has recently broken up with her lover. Said lover unfortunately – or fortunately in our case – did not accept the breakup graciously. Over the last few days, Ms. Sun has been getting messages from him, each one worse than the last. Late yesterday, she came in requesting for protection."

    You frown. "If she's been getting those messages for sometimes now, why didn't she come sooner?"

    You're not sure you're super keen with the way Mao looks at you. "It's complicated," she sighs. "The breakup didn't just hurt the boy, you know? They've spent who knows how long living together. Ms. Sun thought about giving him a second chance. Third. Fourth."

    "That's stupid," you mutter. Mao raises an eyebrow. "She broke up for a reason. Cut ties with him. It's fucking dumb if she's giving him 'nother chance – what even is the point?"

    "I don't disagree," Mao shrugs, pursing her lips. "It'd be the smarter thing to do, but you ever fell in love, Lily?"

    You make a face. "Fuck no."

    She ducks her head, hiding it under her hat. She's having a laugh, you know it. "Ever considered it?"

    "And what," you bite. "Set myself to get fucked over?" you shove your hands into your pockets. "No fucking thanks. I'm no idiot."

    Mao hums, lifting her head. "Well, it doesn't matter," she smirks. "But to answer your 'why now' question, today's their anniversary. Ms. Sun thinks that if there's a day where her lover would go through with his threats, it'd be today."

    "Anniversary?" you ask, furrowing your brows. "Like birthdays?"

    "Like birthdays," Mao nods.

    "Weird."

    Mao snorts. "Don't say that in front of the client."

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    You arrive to the client's apartment soon enough. It's a two-storied affair, with apartment doors looking out open balconies – her room located on the second floor. It's way better than Landlord Lin's, and this slice of the Backstreets itself is better than where you live – then again, what's not? Taking the lead, Mao presses the ring button of Ms. Sun's door. Fuck, even her door got one of those fancy peepholes. There's a long, quiet moment. You frown.

    "Maybe she's not –"

    "Ms. Sun?" Mao calls out, this time knocking on the door. You stare at her. Her voice is shockingly soft. "My apologies, we didn't mean to scare you. We're from the Scarecrow Office. We talked together yesterday, remember?"

    "M-Miss Mao?" a stuttering voice comes from the other end. There's a click on the door, and you're astonished at how easy that was. As the door opens, the piece of chain prevents it from fully opening. You could still easily break it if you want. A pair of wide purple eyes peek out. "Is that – it's you. Oh, thank God," she whispers, closing the door back shut, followed by another click, and finally swinging the door wide open.

    Despite being pretty sure that she's older than you, Miss Sun is a small petite thing barely reaching the height of your shoulders, and Mao's chest. Sandy blonde hair going past her shoulders, and a pair of wide teary purple eyes. You do not miss the heavy bags in her eyes, the familiar deadness you've seen in your neighbor's eyes, fading at the sight of Mao. You recognize the sinking in her cheeks, her stretched skin covering her too-narrow chin. She wears a baggy, wide-sleeved sweater, practically swallowing a good 70% of her body. The moment the door fully opens, she practically throws herself to Mao, crying.

    "There, there," Mao whispers, rubbing the small of Miss Sun's back. "… If you were this scared, perhaps I should've come yesterday, Miss Sun," she chuckles weakly. "Now I feel really bad."

    "N-n-no," Sun steps back from the embrace, wiping her face with her sleeves. "I-I'm sorry –" she hiccups. "I lost myself there."

    "I don't think you could be blamed," Mao says, chuckling. "But how 'bout we get inside? It's not safe staying out here."

    "Y-y-yes," Sun stutters, nodding.

    All the while, during the whole session, all you could do is stare at Mao – a terrible chill touching your spine. Just hours earlier, back in the Office, she was slouching onto a sofa eating cake. She talked about the jobs casually, and had you decided differently, either Mori, or Burke could've taken this job request instead. Now here she is, smiling, and laughing, and comforting Sun as though… as though… it's real? Professional? Double-faced? You can't even –

    "Hey," Mao calls out, and you snap your attention to her. Standing on the threshold, you catch a raised eyebrow peeking underneath her hat. "How long are you gonna stand there, Lily?" she tilts her head inside. "Come on in."

    Nodding numbly, you follow her in – making sure to click, and lock the door shut.

    You stand there for a moment, taking the apartment room in. It's large. Larger than you could think an apartment room could be. And clean – the faint aroma of something sweet floating in the air. There's narrow mini corridor branching off into two ways; a door with a bathroom sign on it, and another further into a square room almost twice the size of your entire room. A low table lies in the middle, and both Sun, and Mao sit around it: her ratty looking hat resting on the table. Soft white-yellow crisscrossing patterned wall, hanging with paintings, and framed pictures, and photographs. A shelf to the side, filled with books, and all sorts of bits, and pieces. Another way leading to a proper kitchen, and then another leading to what you guess is the bedroom.

    … What you wouldn't do to get a place like this. One day, you tell yourself, clenching your jaws. One day.

    "Looked around enough, Lily?" Mao asks, and you nod stiffly. "Good. Take a seat," she gestures. "There's a couple things we need to discuss with Miss Sun here."

    Sun tilts her head. "H-huh?"

    Frowning, you take a sit. "What is it?"

    "Well, it's nothing to worry about," Mao reassures, more to Sun than anybody else. She smiles. "We'd just like to know, if your boyfriend – and the people he hired came by – how would you like us to deal with them, Miss Sun?"

    You blink. "What?"

    "U-uhm," Sun fidgets. "I-I thought you would know…" she trails off, looking down.

    "Of course, we know what to do," Mao says, and you notice how her hand reaches out to Sun's, squeezing it. "If push comes to shove, our priority is your safety, Miss Sun. But y'know, you're in this as much as we are, so I reckon you also as much voice."

    Sun squeezes her eyes, shrinking into herself. "I-I don't know," she whispers. "I just want them gone. I-I don't want to see him again. M-maybe," she whispers, opening her eyes. "N-not on my porch."

    Mao hums. "If that's what you want, we'll make it as clean as possible then."

    You frown. "Wait, how the hell are we gonna do that?"

    Sun flinches. "Sorry that's a bit –"

    "We just gotta talk it out, Lily," Mao drawls, giving Sun's hand another squeeze. "Well. Talk them out of it."

    You stare at her for a long moment. "You're insane."

    "Am I?"

    "Yeah," you nod, scowling. She's making you like an idiot. "Like how the fuck are you gonna do that? Don't Fixers finish the jobs they get?"

    "Not all the time," Mao shakes her head. "Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor. More than that, how much do you think those Fixers got paid, Lily?"

    You open your mouth, and then close it. "Hell if I know," you grumble. "I don't even know how much I'll get paid for this."

    Mao smirks, rolling her eyes. "You'll get paid, don't worry. But I'm willing to bet that the answer is 'not enough'. Those Fixers probably thought that this is gonna be a Canard job; just mess up one girl – that shouldn't be too hard, right?"

    Oh. "… But Miss Sun hired us. Well. You."

    "Uh-huh," Mao nods. "They'll realize that they just got duped. Paid way less to deal with something way above them. It'd be a hit on their rep, sure, but it's on the account of getting duped, not because they didn't finish the job."

    "… Still way too complicated. Why can't we just whack them off? 'Sides," you realize. "It ain't gonna stop Sun's boyfriend."

    Mao sniffs, smiling. "Good thing you brought it up, Lily," you blink. Mao turns to Sun, pulling out a card – a business card from her coat, and slides it across the table. "If after today, our guest Fixers are too dumb to care about their own reputation, then you could go here, Miss Sun?"

    On it is the image of a helmet; a large axe stuck into it. Lumberjack Office, it says on the front; an address written on the bottom.

    "This is one of our Sister Offices. They specialize in assassination. I'll even tell them to come here, instead of the other way around."

    Did she just –

    Sun's eyes widen. "Assassination," she mouths, face falling. "Oh," for a moment, you thought she's going to reject it, but – her lips thin out, and you blink again. "I'll consider it. I need to get him out of my life."

    "Of course," Mao starts, smiling. "If he's stupid enough to also come here, then we could deal with him for free."

    "… Thank you, and –" her eyes widen, and she jumps to her feet. "Oh! That's right! Oh geez," her cheeks flush out. "Wait here for a moment, I almost forgot!" and just like that, she blitzes into her kitchen.

    Mao shouts, craning her head. "Is everything alright, Miss Sun?"

    "I'm fine!" Sun replies, her voice manic. "Just stay where you are – I've got something for you!"

    "Ooh," Mao mouths under her lips, grinning. She turns to you then, noticing your look. The grin never leaves her face. "What?"

    "… Everything," you mutter, frowning. "How you talked with Sun, and – aren't we just bodyguards?"

    Mao stares at you for a bit before the corner of her lips lazily tick upwards. "Different people, different strokes, yeah? But bodyguarding ain't just 'bout keeping your employer safe, it's also about making them feel safe."

    You furrow your eyebrows. "So was it all just an act, then?"

    Her lips thin, eyes flinty. "No. I actually do sympathize with Miss Sun, so it's not an act. But you should know a line exists – ultimately, this is just business. I don't think you'll have that problem, Lily," and you're not sure what she meant by that. "But it's a good thing to keep in mind."

    "I know that," you growl.

    "Heh," Mao smirks. "How cute."

    "Fuck –" before you could finish it, Sun waltzes in back to the room, and oh god. Your eyes widen. Carried between her hands, Sun returns with a large plate of – of pre-cut cake. Chocolate cake. The sweet smell you've caught before intensified tenfold, and drool forms inside your mouth. "What is that?" you whisper.

    "I made brownies," Sun's smile couldn't have been brighter than her namesake. "I, um," she giggles nervously, placing it down onto the table. "I-I'm a baker so, um. Well. I was so nervous, and –" she gulps. "I forgot I was cooling it down in the kitchen, and I thought maybe, you know, since I would have guests, I could –"

    "Breathe, Miss Sun," Mao reassures her.

    Sun blinks, and then giggles. "Both of you look like you're about to leap from your seat."

    "Ah. Well. You know how it is."

    "Yeah," Sun says, her lips softening. "I know."

    Mao hums, plucking a piece from the towering mass of chocolate. That seems to also be your cue, and – God. It's so delicious. You don't even know what chocolate tastes like, and if this is what chocolate tastes like, but it doesn't even matter. It's sweet. And melty. And. Hah.

    "… Don't mind Lily here, Miss Sun," Mao chuckles. "You know how it is – the stomach is the fastest way to get a Fixer on your side."

    You snap out of your fugue and give her a look. She ignores it.

    "N-no," Sun says, ducking her head. "… It's fine. I mean, I knew you'd like, that's why I made it, and seeing people happy also makes me happy and – " she sighs. "I guess that's a bit wrong to do."

    "Not," Mao turns to you, eyebrows raised. For some reason, your cheeks feel hot. "I mean, it's fine. It's food. It's delicious. It's weird it makes you happy, but whatever. I like it."

    Mao sighs, chuckling. "Smiths of words, this one."

    "Fuck off."

    "Well, Lily here's not wrong," Mao says. "It's rare for us Fixers to get treated like this by our clients. But, hm," she tilts her head, plopping the chunk of brownies into her mouth, and – you realize belatedly, by the cake's decreasing amount, that's not her first one, and you barely got seconds. Fuck. "Since we'll be here for a while until someone knocks the door – Lily, got anything you want to talk about?"

    You freeze, second piece of cake hovering just out of your mouth. "What?"

    "C'mon," Mao tilts her head. "Bring up something."

    "… Seriously?"

    Mao gives you a look. "Seriously."

    Fuck.

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    Choose Something You're Curious About, O Master of Talks! (Choose 1)

    [] Why did Sun break up? Obviously, something bad happened, and from the sounds of it, the dude seems like a bit asshole. But you still don't get it. What happened? Your current theory is that the dude stabbed her in the back, but. Yeah.

    [] How do people fall in love? How does anyone fall in love, really? Or what even is love, really? You got what it means, of course, but like – why would she even fall in love? People in general are assholes. They're gonna hurt you, stab you in the back. But at least you're expecting it, right? But to just open yourself like that, knowing full well that you're gonna get fucked over – that's stupid, right? You're not the only one, right?

    [] There are Sister Offices? Well, you more or less got what Sister Office means, but you didn't know Scarecrow Office got a Sister Office. Offices, in fact. Maybe uh, Mao could tell you about that? Like Lumberjack Office does Assasinations. How about the others?

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    • [X] Why did Sun break up? Obviously, something bad happened, and from the sounds of it, the dude seems like a bit asshole. But you still don't get it. What happened? Your current theory is that the dude stabbed her in the back, but. Yeah.
     
    [X] How do people fall in love? How does anyone fall in love, really? Or what even is love, really? You got what it means, of course, but like – why would she even fall in love? People in general are assholes. They're gonna hurt you, stab you in the back. But at least you're expecting it, right? But to just open yourself like that, knowing full well that you're gonna get fucked over – that's stupid, right? You're not the only one, right?

    Re: stats/skills, I want to spend 390xp levelling Fortitude to rank 2; not sure if we should spend the other 210 on something like Empathy or Stealth or if we should double down and get instinct Rank 2.

    [X] Plan Virtue and Mental Resistance
    -[X] 395 into Fortitude
    -[X] 190 into Ego
     
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