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[X]Plan Gamefreak1ed

Well, it looks like we got ourselves a werewolf, and a father/mother to drink with while complaining about how difficult it is to rise non-humans.

Yes, we are going to make an interesting group once we find that lamia and the ghost.
 
[X] Meet with Ms. R: You now know where the rumors came from. Time to clear them up. (Meet up with Ms. R; Possibly unlock a Social Link; ???)
[X] Take Anastasia out somewhere: You can't keep her cooped up in the house forever. (Raise Trust/Satiety with Child even more. May cost Money depending on where you go)
-[X] The Park
[X] Read a book: The best way to gain knowledge on just about anything. (Anastasia will look through your collection of books and read one on her own. May result in new Perk.)

Since High Trust canceled out Power Practice I suspect it might be dangerous to us.
Reading it is then
 
[X] Take Anastasia out somewhere: You can't keep her cooped up in the house forever. (Raise Trust/Satiety with Child even more. May cost Money depending on where you go)
-[X] The Park
[X] Practice her powers
 
[X] Meet with Ms. R: You now know where the rumors came from. Time to clear them up. (Meet up with Ms. R; Possibly unlock a Social Link; ???)
[X] Take Anastasia out somewhere: You can't keep her cooped up in the house forever. (Raise Trust/Satiety with Child even more. May cost Money depending on where you go)
-[X] The Park
[X] Read a book: The best way to gain knowledge on just about anything. (Anastasia will look through your collection of books and read one on her own. May result in new Perk.)
 
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[X] Meet with Ms. R: You now know where the rumors came from. Time to clear them up. (Meet up with Ms. R; Possibly unlock a Social Link; ???)
[X] Take Anastasia out somewhere: You can't keep her cooped up in the house forever. (Raise Trust/Satiety with Child even more. May cost Money depending on where you go)
-[X] The Park
[X] Read a book: The best way to gain knowledge on just about anything. (Anastasia will look through your collection of books and read one on her own. May result in new Perk.)
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[X] Meet with Ms. R: You now know where the rumors came from. Time to clear them up. (Meet up with Ms. R; Possibly unlock a Social Link; ???)
[X] Take Anastasia out somewhere: You can't keep her cooped up in the house forever. (Raise Trust/Satiety with Child even more. May cost Money depending on where you go)
-[X] The Park
[X] Read a book: The best way to gain knowledge on just about anything. (Anastasia will look through your collection of books and read one on her own. May result in new Perk.)
Sorry was on my iPad when I did my original vote so it wouldn't let me copy paste
 
[X] Plan Gamefreak1ed seems to be winning. As for individual votes:

Meet Ms. R is certainly the majority.
So is taking Anastasia to the Park.
And it looks like she'll be practicing her powers again.

Time for the rolls!
LinkOnScepter threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Howard Class Roll Total: 71
71 71
LinkOnScepter threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Ana Class Roll Total: 66
66 66
LinkOnScepter threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Ms. R Meeting Total: 40
40 40
LinkOnScepter threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Going to the Park Total: 70
70 70
LinkOnScepter threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Practicing Powers Total: 97
97 97
LinkOnScepter threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Supernatural Detection (Ana) Total: 83
83 83
LinkOnScepter threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Supernatural Detection (???) Total: 52
52 52
 
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Day 8 Part 2/Anastasia makes a Friend
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    • "You remember the plan, right?"

    "Of course I do. The question is, do you remember?"

    You nodded your head while keeping your eyes on the road, "We're going to head into the school, go to the principal, say that I was able to find that baby's parents, and returned it to its rightful home," you say the entire thing as if you have rehearsed it about a hundred times in a mirror.

    Which you had.

    "Splendid. And in some strange coincidence, you happened upon another child in need of a parental figure; me," you're always amazed at how nonchalant Anastasia sounds when she talks. You wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook her for a 35 year old CEO of a well known conglomerate, "After filling out the required documents, you officially adopted me and have brought me here to enroll me in your school."

    You nod, pulling into your spot in the school's parking lot. You jump out while adjusting your striped red tie. Your driver side door closes at the same time Ana's does, and you both walk around the car to meet in front of the hood.

    Hand in hand, you start walking towards the front door of the school. The sun's yellow rays beat down on the both of you as you walk towards the main entrance. You tug a bit at your collar, sweat starting to collect on your forehead. Whether that's from nerves or the heat, you're not sure. Your shoes clack loudly against the white pavement, in complete contrast to your daughter whose rather plain sneakers make no noise as they hit the ground.

    You take a small glance at her, double checking her uniform. The school doesn't have any hard dress code, so the kids usually wear whatever they want. This has caused many kids to adopt the habit of putting on the flashiest clothes possible. As if having the latest and greatest of T-shirts was of the utmost importance.

    In contrast, Anastasia seems to have gone with the most plain clothes possible. Then again, that's all you were really able to afford. Her hair was drawn up into a ponytail, which hung down to her shoulder blades. A bluish, plaid shirt complemented her matching skirt that hung down to her ankles. All in all, she looked like a normal everyday kindergartener.

    Perfect.

    She notices your staring and smiles up at you. You return the smile, and look up ready to meet the day.



    Howard Class Roll: 71 +15 = 86 = High Success

    Your luck has just been phenomenal lately. Not only do the students keep quiet and listen to you, but you actually find that quite a few of their overall GPAs have been going up! You even pull a surprise quiz on them, and only 10% of the class scored below and 80. Considering your class is at least 20-25 kids, that's rather astounding for them.

    This streak had better last for a while. You're not sure you could stomach these kids acting up right now.

    As you get up to collect the quizzes, your thoughts turn towards your daughter. Thankfully, the principal bought your story, and you were able to enroll her into kindergarten and have her attend class today. Though she's more than capable of handling herself, you still worry about her day. You're pretty sure that her classmates won't find that a child that acts waaaay older than she looks will be very popular among kids whose biggest concern is which superhero is stronger than the other.

    Hopefully, she'll be ok.


    Ana Class Roll: 66 + 5 = 71 = High Success

    "Ok everyone! It's play time!"

    The rest of the children all shriek in glee, and instantly start running around to join up with their respective groups. The room soon divulges into a lot of screaming, jostling, and random chatter about one topic or another. To be truthful, you don't even bother trying to make sense of much of what they talk about.

    The teacher starts to advance on your table, a smile permanently etched upon her face. She's wearing a frock that is almost similar to yours, along with two small pairs of glasses on held on the bridge of her nose. She moves through the room with rapid ease, weaving through the scattered toys and books to sit down in the seat next to yours.

    "Anastasia," she says your name with as much sweetness she can put on into her voice. As if you're one of those children who need to be treated with "extra care" and "extra love". If only she knew the truth, "I know you're new here, but one of the most important parts of going to school is interacting with others. Making friends and connections that will last a lifetime!"

    She sounds like one of those actors on television that has clearly practiced this speech a thousand times over. Whether to herself, her proctor or to other students. You suspected this would happen, though. Whenever humans see one person not acting like the rest of them, they immediately cry foul and try to get them to "interact with the group".

    You sigh, turning away from the book you and your father picked up at the library. It was the first of the coveted "Lord of the Rings" series, "The Fellowship of the Ring", "I was led to believe that 'playtime' meant 'time where we are allowed to play'," you hold the book up in one hand, "this is how I play."

    "I understand that, and you are very much entitled to read that book. You read at a fifth grade level, and speak as if you have been doing it all your life!" for whatever reason, she grabs your free hand and holds it in both of hers, "You are a prodigy, the likes of which only comes around every few years. But no man, or woman, is an island. Standing on your own is a surefire way to get swept away by the tide of time. So, please? Just try?"

    …..Well, she's right on one account.

    "Very well," you push yourself up and walk around the bright red table, heading towards a congregation of the girls in your class. You glance at the brightly covered walls of the room, and the different posters with varying degrees of positive quotes. You roll your eyes over the most superficial ones, as you approach the group of three. You approach the one who seems to be talking the most, Monica you remember the teacher calling her, and tap her on the shoulder.

    She turns to you, puffy face smiling as she holds one of those dolls you did your best to imitate in your form. After some opening dialogue and introduction, you discover that the girls are apparently playing pretend with their "dolls" as they call them. You inform them that you don't have a doll, so Monica let's you share with her.

    You make a show of having fun, but you really aren't. This type of activity is hardly working out your brain at all. If anything, you feel yourself getting dumber just doing it. Why this is considered a fun pass time is beyond yo—

    Supernatural Detection (Ana): 83 + 10 = 93 vs Supernatural Detection (???): 52 + 15 = 67 = Ana Wins!

    Hmmm?

    On a whim, you take a glance behind you. A boy, almost as young as you appear is staring at you from one of the darkened corners. When he notices you staring at him, he looks back down at the floor. Strange, why has the teacher not convinced him to come and play with the other children? Looking around, you notice the other boys in the class all seem to purposely avoid him like the plague.

    His being a social pariah, however, is not why you suddenly noticed him. You thank Monica for sharing with you, and leave the group. You make a beeline towards the child in the corner, walking with as much purpose as you can muster. You feel the eyes of many of the other children on your back, but it doesn't bother you. If they have something to say, they can say it to your face.

    Or you could just read their minds.

    Whichever is more efficient.

    The boy has noticed you now. You see him glance around him, whether thinking you mistook him for someone else or trying to find a way to escape, you're not sure. Soon you are standing right in front of him, a smile on your face as you stare into his eyes. He's about your size, maybe just a small fraction of a head taller, and is sporting a pristine white shirt. His beige cargo pants lead down to some sneakers that no doubt have been patched up many a time. His hair is shaggy, giving him a look of permanent bed head.

    His hazel eyes stare into yours, and you see the fear behind them. No, you can     smell it on him. Either he knows what you are, or he's just never had someone so confident stand in front of him before.

    Either way, it works to your advantage.

    "Hello there, what's your name?"

    He apparently didn't expect you to talk to him, as he jumps a bit when you ask. His eyes dart around, trying to focus on anything other than you as he speaks, "Ch-Chester. Chester Harrowmont."

    "Anastasia Craft. A pleasure to meet you," you reach out a hand and scratch behind his ears. Almost immediately, his body relaxes into your hand, and he closes his eyes in contentment.

    Just like you thought.

    This is the same boy from last night. And now you know what he is;

    A werewolf.

    "I think we're gonna be great friends," your grin reaches up to your ears as you stand in front of your new "playmate".

    (Anastasia has met Chester the Werewolf! New Actions will be made available! New Perk gained: Canine Friend!)


    Just wanted to get this out. Next up will be Ms. R, Park, and Powers.
     
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    • LinkOnScepter said:
    "You remember the plan, right?"

    "Of course I do. The question is, do you remember?"

    You nodded your head while keeping your eyes on the road, "We're going to head into the school, go to the principal, say that I was able to find that baby's parents, and returned it to its rightful home," you say the entire thing as if you have rehearsed it about a hundred times in a mirror.

    Which you had.

    "Splendid. And in some strange coincidence, you happened upon another child in need of a parental figure; me," you're always amazed at how nonchalant Anastasia sounds when she talks. You wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook her for a 35 year old CEO of a well known conglomerate, "After filling out the required documents, you officially adopted me and have brought me here to enroll me in your school."

    You nod, pulling into your spot in the school's parking lot. You jump out while adjusting your striped red tie. Your driver side door closes at the same time Ana's does, and you both walk around the car to meet in front of the hood.

    Hand in hand, you start walking towards the front door of the school. The sun's yellow rays beat down on the both of you as you walk towards the main entrance. You tug a bit at your collar, sweat starting to collect on your forehead. Whether that's from nerves or the heat, you're not sure. Your shoes clack loudly against the white pavement, in complete contrast to your daughter whose rather plain sneakers make no noise as they hit the ground.

    You take a small glance at her, double checking her uniform. The school doesn't have any hard dress code, so the kids usually wear whatever they want. This has caused many kids to adopt the habit of putting on the flashiest clothes possible. As if having the latest and greatest of T-shirts was of the utmost importance.

    In contrast, Anastasia seems to have gone with the most plain clothes possible. Then again, that's all you were really able to afford. Her hair was drawn up into a ponytail, which hung down to her shoulder blades. A bluish, plaid shirt complemented her matching skirt that hung down to her ankles. All in all, she looked like a normal everyday kindergartener.

    Perfect.

    She notices your staring and smiles up at you. You return the smile, and look up ready to meet the day.



    Howard Class Roll: 71 +15 = 86 = High Success

    Your luck has just been phenomenal lately. Not only do the students keep quiet and listen to you, but you actually find that quite a few of their overall GPAs have been going up! You even pull a surprise quiz on them, and only 10% of the class scored below and 80. Considering your class is at least 20-25 kids, that's rather astounding for them.

    This streak had better last for a while. You're not sure you could stomach these kids acting up right now.

    As you get up to collect the quizzes, your thoughts turn towards your daughter. Thankfully, the principal bought your story, and you were able to enroll her into kindergarten and have her attend class today. Though she's more than capable of handling herself, you still worry about her day. You're pretty sure that her classmates won't find that a child that acts waaaay older than she looks will be very popular among kids whose biggest concern is which superhero is stronger than the other.

    Hopefully, she'll be ok.


    Ana Class Roll: 66 + 5 = 71 = High Success

    "Ok everyone! It's play time!"

    The rest of the children all shriek in glee, and instantly start running around to join up with their respective groups. The room soon divulges into a lot of screaming, jostling, and random chatter about one topic or another. To be truthful, you don't even bother trying to make sense of much of what they talk about.

    The teacher starts to advance on your table, a smile permanently etched upon her face. She's wearing a frock that is almost similar to yours, along with two small pairs of glasses on held on the bridge of her nose. She moves through the room with rapid ease, weaving through the scattered toys and books to sit down in the seat next to yours.

    "Anastasia," she says your name with as much sweetness she can put on into her voice. As if you're one of those children who need to be treated with "extra care" and "extra love". If only she knew the truth, "I know you're new here, but one of the most important parts of going to school is interacting with others. Making friends and connections that will last a lifetime!"

    She sounds like one of those actors on television that has clearly practiced this speech a thousand times over. Whether to herself, her proctor or to other students. You suspected this would happen, though. Whenever humans see one person not acting like the rest of them, they immediately cry foul and try to get them to "interact with the group".

    You sigh, turning away from the book you and your father picked up at the library. It was the first of the coveted "Lord of the Rings" series, "The Fellowship of the Ring", "I was led to believe that 'playtime' meant 'time where we are allowed to play'," you hold the book up in one hand, "this is how I play."

    "I understand that, and you are very much entitled to read that book. You read at a fifth grade level, and speak as if you have been doing it all your life!" for whatever reason, she grabs your free hand and holds it in both of hers, "You are a prodigy, the likes of which only comes around every few years. But no man, or woman, is an island. Standing on your own is a surefire way to get swept away by the tide of time. So, please? Just try?"

    …..Well, she's right on one account.

    "Very well," you push yourself up and walk around the bright red table, heading towards a congregation of the girls in your class. You glance at the brightly covered walls of the room, and the different posters with varying degrees of positive quotes. You roll your eyes over the most superficial ones, as you approach the group of three. You approach the one who seems to be talking the most, Monica you remember the teacher calling her, and tap her on the shoulder.

    She turns to you, puffy face smiling as she holds one of those dolls you did your best to imitate in your form. After some opening dialogue and introduction, you discover that the girls are apparently playing pretend with their "dolls" as they call them. You inform them that you don't have a doll, so Monica let's you share with her.

    You make a show of having fun, but you really aren't. This type of activity is hardly working out your brain at all. If anything, you feel yourself getting dumber just doing it. Why this is considered a fun pass time is beyond yo—

    Supernatural Detection (Ana): 83 + 10 = 93 vs Supernatural Detection (???): 52 + 15 = 67 = Ana Wins!

    Hmmm?

    On a whim, you take a glance behind you. A boy, almost as young as you appear is staring at you from one of the darkened corners. When he notices you staring at him, he looks back down at the floor. Strange, why has the teacher not convinced him to come and play with the other children? Looking around, you notice the other boys in the class all seem to purposely avoid him like the plague.

    His being a social pariah, however, is not why you suddenly noticed him. You thank Monica for sharing with you, and leave the group. You make a beeline towards the child in the corner, walking with as much purpose as you can muster. You feel the eyes of many of the other children on your back, but it doesn't bother you. If they have something to say, they can say it to your face.

    Or you could just read their minds.

    Whichever is more efficient.

    The boy has noticed you now. You see him glance around him, whether thinking you mistook him for someone else or trying to find a way to escape, you're not sure. Soon you are standing right in front of him, a smile on your face as you stare into his eyes. He's about your size, maybe just a small fraction of a head taller, and is sporting a pristine white shirt. His beige cargo pants lead down to some sneakers that no doubt have been patched up many a time. His hair is shaggy, giving him a look of permanent bed head.

    His hazel eyes stare into yours, and you see the fear behind them. No, you can     smell it on him. Either he knows what you are, or he's just never had someone so confident stand in front of him before.

    Either way, it works to your advantage.

    "Hello there, what's your name?"

    He apparently didn't expect you to talk to him, as he jumps a bit when you ask. His eyes dart around, trying to focus on anything other than you as he speaks, "Ch-Chester. Chester Harrowmont."

    "Anastasia Craft. A pleasure to meet you," you reach out a hand and scratch behind his ears. Almost immediately, his body relaxes into your hand, and he closes his eyes in contentment.

    Just like you thought.

    This is the same boy from last night. And now you know what he is;

    A werewolf.

    "I think we're gonna be great friends," your grin reaches up to your ears as you stand in front of your new "playmate".

    (Anastasia has met Chester the Werewolf! New Actions will be made available! New Perk gained: Canine Friend!)


    Just wanted to get this out. Next up will be Ms. R, Park, and Powers.
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    *cocks shotgun* oi you treat her bad and you'll deal with her old man!
     
    Day 8 Part 3/Day 9
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    • Ms. R Meeting Roll: 40 = Success

    Silence rules the hallway, only the sound of your shoes hitting the yellow and blue tiled floor indicating any hint of life in the entire school. Many of the other teachers and students have gone home already leaving the halls that fill the school deserted. You don't really mind that much however. The less people that can interrupt your meeting with Ms. R the better. You want to get this squared away and out of your head as soon as possible.

    You feet clack as you pace outside the door to Ms. R's classroom. Apparently, she's one of the math teachers for the high school kids. Would explain why you've never met up with her during your breaks. Reading and math teacher schedules don't really match up all too often, with the former normally having lunch breaks and otherwise earlier than the latter.

    Your knuckles go up to your mouth as you pace outside her classroom. You understand that this may seem creepy, but it was the only way you could think to meet her after school was over. Of course, you're not sure if explaining it to anyone else will convince them of that. Still, they have to give you at least some credit. At least you're not standing outside her house, waiting for her to come—

    "Can I help you?"

    You stumble a bit at the surprise, and turn around to see who the voice came from. You're, in all honesty, slightly shocked.

    When you were picturing how Ms. R looked in your head, you kept imagining a woman who looks older than she actually is, with that snooty, holier than thou voice that those type of people are known to have.

    Instead though, what you see is a rather plain looking woman. She's shorter than you, only coming up to your shoulders, and wearing an all white dress. The skirt ends around her ankles, where you see here feet covered up by open toed sandals. The dress has straps instead of sleeves that reach around her palish shoulders. On closer inspection, you notice that most of her skin seems, rather pale, almost whitish. However, the thing that really stands out is her wide brimmed sun hat. The straw accessory is held flat against her head with one hand, causing short lengths of black hair cascade down onto her smooth face.

    She stares at you with lavender eyes, a questioning look on her face. It is at this point you realize you've been staring, so you straighten yourself and hold out your right hand in greeting, "Hello there...uhhh, Ms. R? Right?"

    She frowns at you, but shakes your hand all the same, "I'm Ms. Olly Rivauld, yes?"

    "Oh so that's what the R stand for," you say outloud as you realse her hand. Feeling embarrased, you continue your introduction, "I'm Mr. Howard Craft."

    "Strange," she puts one had on her hip as she looks you up and down, "I feel like I've heard your name before, but I can't quite pin you down."

    "That's probably because you've only heard of me in passing. You see, I'm the guy that people started spreading the rumors of us about. You know...the ones about your uhhh 'purity' being sullied?" you hand instinctively goes towards the back of your neck as you say this.

    Ms. Rivauld seems to process what you said for a few seconds, before her face turns into one of realizations, "Oh yes! I wanted to speak to you about that."Then her face turns back into a frown, "I trust that you have already made it clear to everyone that we have not had any interaction until today?"

    "Of course," you say maybe a bit too quickly, "I want to get these rumors cleared up and put behind everyone."

    She nods and you explain to her the same tale you told the principal. By the end of it, she nods her head again in satisfaction. Then, she turns and starts to walk towards the exit, her sandals making almost no noise against the tiled floor.

    Without turning around she says, "I'm free around 4 to 6. If you want to spend time together, I'd suggest you find me near the entrance to the school around those times."

    You prepare to answer, but she's already around the corner by the time you do.

    At least you got the rumors taken care of, and apparently someone you can actually stomach hanging out with after school!

    Score!

    (Co-Workers Investigation Complete! New Action Unlocked! Olly Rivauld SL Unlocked!)


    Going to the Park: 70 - 10 = 60 = Success

    In another attempt to close up the gap between you and Ana, you decide to stop by the park on the way home from school. On the way there, you ask her about the little boy you saw her playing with when school got out.

    She told you his name was Chester, how the rest of the kids seem to stay away from him, and how he was the little boy that broke into the house last night. That last part catches you by surprise, so you ask her to elaborate. She then calmly explains how the boy is a werewolf and how he was the other supernatural presence she was sensing last night, as if that is supposed to explain everything.

    Either way, you just kind of shrug it off, but file that fact away for later. It might do you well to find out some more about this boy.

    ...Only because you need to find out why he broke into your house.

    Yeah, that's why.

    The trip to the park is rather uneventful, except for maybe the time she scared a kid off when he tried to pull on her hair. You made sure to apologize to the parents before things got any worse.

    (Trust Increased!)


    Practicing Powers: 97 + 15 = 102 = Artificial Crit

    "Well, I suppose it would be good for the both of us. I get to stretch myself out a little more and you get to observe what a powerful force looks like," Anastasia stands up from her position at the table and stretches her arms out.

    You're sitting right across from her at the table, plate empty as you already ate. You decided to ask her to test herself out again. Partly because you don't want her spending all of her time not using them. You lose it if you don't use it after all. Besides, you still want to get a really good idea of what the limits of her powers are. That way, incase things do go south, you don't have to worry about complete and utter destruction of the whole town!

    ...Mostly the second one.

    "Stand back please," she moves her hands in a shooing gesture, and you comply with her request. She nods once, and then closes her eyes. The telltale smell of sulfur begins to permeate the room, emanating from your daughter. Bright green symbols appear and dance around your daughter before your eyes. The patterns they move in, the things they say, you can't even begin to comprehend. You feel your eyes begin to tear up, and that familiar pull starts to feel stronger and stronger. You close your eyes, though that does little to stop the raging headache you start to feel, and the burning sensation in your eyes.

    Then, as quickly as it started, it stops. Your eyes slowly begin to return to normal, along with your headache dissipating. You slowly open them up, rubbing them with both hands in an attempt to clear your vision. Sulfur still permeates the air, but it seems to have become less potent than before.

    "Hmm, this is new," you hear Anastasia's voice, yet her matter of fact tone is gone. Instead, in its place is a more guttural, growling sound that makes your spine shiver.

    You vision finally returns….only for you to rub your eyes again.

    Anastasia is still standing before you, blonde hair, light pink skin and all. However, her right arm has been replaced with a pulsating mass of...something. It looks like a malignant growth that has gone completely out of control. The tendrils extend all the way from her shoulder down to her legs, where they coagulate in a long, serrated blade. You hear the air part around it as Anastasia lifts it up to her face for inspection.

    You hear her new voice hum with in a way that reminds you of those scientist that always sound calm when they are thinking of a new crazy experiment, "I don't remember being able to do this." She moves the blade in front of her eyes, then takes one of her fingers and pricks it on the end. It pierces through the skin without any trouble at all. Her mouth splits into a smile filled with sharp canine like teeth, "Most fascinating."

    You ask her if she's ok, and she nods to you, "Yes, I am fine. Just admiring this new ability of mine."

    You nervously ask, "Is it permanent?" You wring your hands together in worry. You're pretty sure that no story you can cook up will explain the child sized, serrated blade that seems to be attached to your daughter's skin.

    Anastasia laughs a bit, but it's not a mocking laugh, "Of course I can. But you have to admit, this will be useful in case I ever need to exert myself," to prove this, you see the growth quickly begin to shrink in size. Soon, no trace of it is left and in its place is her normal human arm.

    "Though I will admit, I was just planning to test out my telepathic and physical augmentation abilities. Instead, I end up with a completely new power that I didn't even know I had." She smile and rushes forward to hug you, "Thank you, father. If you didn't keep asking me about this, I would've never discovered it."

    You hug her back and mouth out a your welcome. Though you still have some reservation about this whole thing, at least she's happy.

    And that's all that matters.

    (Anastasia has unlocked a new power; Biological Augmentation! Trust Increased!)


    The Skies are clear.

    Days until Anastasia Matures again: ???

    Your Actions: 2
    [] Physical: You're gonna need to learn how to defend not just yourself, but your little girl now.

    • [] Focus on Offense (Work towards Perk for Offensive Combat)
    • [] Focus on Defense (Work towards Perk for Defensive Combat)

    [] Mental: The Mind is a terrible thing to waste. And you are not gonna waste yours.

    • [] Focus on Mental Power (Work towards Perk for Mental Offenses)
    • [] Focus on Mental Fortitude (Work towards Perk for Mental Defenses)


    [] Perception: You missed enough paper airplanes coming towards your head to know that you need to better your vision.

    • [] Focus on perceiving Objects (Work towards Perk for seeing things before they hit you)
    • [] Focus on perceiving People (Work towards Perk for spotting others before they see you)

    [] Work on lesson plan: Always helps to be prepared for anything (+10 bonus to next Job roll)

    [] Ask for a day off: Hey, your only human. You can only go on for so many days at a time. (+1 to Action for one day, but may worsen rep with boss)

    [] Look for a new job: Maybe you should try to find one that pays a bit more (Possible new job opportunities)

    [] Do some side work: More cash is always a good thing. (Add +2 to Money immediately)

    [] Read the Journal: You really don't want to do this, but how else are you supposed to prepare? (Learn more about Anastasia and the Supernatural)

    [] Find out more about Chester: Why did he break into your house that night? (Learn more about Chester and his home life)

    [] Try to make some friends: Let's face it; you need friends. Let's see if you can makes some. (Possibly unlock friendships to be cultivated)

    [] Meet Ms. Rivauld after school: Time to get an (actual) friend. (Improve Ms. R SL)

    [] Go shopping: You've got some cash. Wouldn't hurt to spend a little bit of it. (Spend Money to purchase items or food)

    [] Spend time with Anastasia: You are her father after all. (Raise Trust/Satiety with child)

    [] Take Anastasia out somewhere: You can't keep her cooped up in the house forever. (Raise Trust/Satiety with Child even more. May cost Money depending on where you go)
    -[] The Park (No Cost)
    -[] The Mall (1-2 Money)
    -[] A Gym (1 Money)
    -[] Write in...(Be reasonable)

    [] Go looking for trouble: This is probably a horrible idea. But...you just gotta know. (Try to find evidence of the Supernatural. Could lead to a battle.)

    [] Ask Anastasia about Magic: What's the worse that could happen? (???)

    Anastasia's Actions: 1

    [] Practice her powers: Ya lose it if you don't use it. (Anastasia practices getting a better handle on her powers and learning to what extent she can use them.)

    [] Read a book: The best way to gain knowledge on just about anything. (Anastasia will look through your collection of books and read one on her own. May result in new Perk.)

    [] Sense Eldritch: They are not getting into our house again. (Anastasia will use her Eldritch Powers to try to sense who or what is currently watching you. May lead to discovery of other Supernatural beings.)

    [] Watch TV?: Who knows? She may actually learns something from it. (???)

    [] Call Chester over for a playdate: He's her first friend, it would be a shame to keep them apart. (???)
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