You first realized something was wrong with you when you met your baby sister. All she did was laugh, gurgle, and cry. The last made sense as it was for food most of the time, otherwise nothing else did.
Why did she enjoy thing? Why was she scared of things? Were they survival instincts? Not all of them could be.
You had nothing like likes or dislikes. Holiday dinners had reinforced that Akane was the strange one. Grandfather could threaten the dead eyed maids with having their hands cut off if they dropped or spilt anything and they wouldn't react at all. So why did she act differently.
It was after a week of contemplation of that when you felt your first two emotions. Confusion and frustration. You did not feel them towards Akane, but rather yourself and your inability to understand. So you sought to understand people.
You read books on history, psychology, anthropology, and sociology from the family library to rectify your lack of knowledge.
Mother did not truly interact with Akane, so you made the decision to take on a role, being the best big sister possible.
You read stories and played games with her. The former was something you found you enjoyed. Your third emotion. Through that, you came to like your sister, but not in the way you wanted. You valued her for what she did for you, not for herself.
You were often told contradicting things.
Your older sister was useless/normal.
You were perfect/a lifeless doll.
Your younger sister was a poor quality backup/parasite.
You found something similar to your stories in being an idol. Through it you could be someone other than you, and have feelings through the roles. You could act out the feelings of the people you played, and be closer to 'normal.'
And now you were feeling more emotions than enjoyment, confusion, and frustration. You closed the book Mr. Yamato had given you. Next to it was a neatly organized binder of writing paper you had written an exact copy of it within. You had used color coded ink and post it notes to write in thoughts and observations.
You hoped he liked it. Yes, that was a new one.
AN: E-Rank Luck
Day 3 Part 1 (Well Day 2 Night, but you know what I mean)
[X] Talk to one of your kids (can be taken multiple times)
-[X] Charlie has some splaining to do.
You walked into your home and the first thing that happened was everyone staring at you, probably due to Diva being held in a princess carry while unconscious. "I can explain this."
Alex turned around. "I do not want to have this talk, ever, for all time."
Victoria put one hand on him and held him to the ground. "Alex, do not think ill of our father." She turned to you and sniffed the air. "A vampire?"
Titania squealed, her wings forming and fluttering. "She's Diva, an idol at Papa's company!"
Victoria used her other hand to prevent your half-fey daughter from lifting off of the air.
"A Kresnik attacked and she fell unconscious, I do not know where she lives so I had to bring her here," You explained while carrying the girl to your room and laying her on the bed. With that done the first question on your mind could be asked without it being incredibly awkward.
There was the click of the door opening. You deadpanned, "Alex prevent Charlie from sneaking out."
There was a cackle and screams of protest. Vatista floated past your room with Yosuke riding on her head….nothing particularly out of the ordinary.
You reconvened in the dining room. There was an albino girl around Charlie's age and a brown haired boy that looked like a highschooler already sitting there.
The latter looked at Charlie, currently being telekinetically held in the air by Alex, and Titania. "This guy doesn't look like a-"
You relocated the venue to a hell dimension. It was fairly simple due to the many wards and runes inside the walls to allow for selective planar teleportation.
"OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!" He screamed while watching bodies impaled on chairs have giant demonic locusts burst out of their bodies while on fire.
And you took the three of you back to your home.
The girl was white as a sheet of snow while the boy shivered in his chair.
Tacitus turned the page of a thousand year old grimoire.
Yes or No
[] That reminded you of your main weapon through the ages. An ancient grimoire of unknown make whose pages were infinite and writings changed as you desired. Seemingly every spell and equation could be found behind that cover. It was easy to learn from, due to the explanations it whispered into the reader's mind while it was on their person. You hadn't picked it up in your time here though.
-[] Yes (Knowledge Bonus)
-[] No (Get an alternate main weapon choice later)
You steepled your fingers. "So, who's first?"
The boy pointed to the girl.
"Fine then, boy go," You shook your head. Who pointed at someone in these situations?
"Umm I-I'm Na-na-naoki," He stammered in fear.
"I see Naoki," Faking a stammer was beneath you. "What has caused you to be brought to my home?"
Titania handed you a cup of tea and you nodded gratefully to your precious daughter.
"Well I was with Titania when I ended up in a scary place where the black haired kid and white haired one were fighting with giant robots before she explained that the three of us had been dragged into some weird psychic power game that includes potential murder by other players," The words ran out of his mouth like a bullet train.
The cup in your hand cracked and you smiled with your eyes nearly closed. "And what is your relationship with my daughter?"
He slammed his hands and face on the table, shaking the remnants of the cup. "We are just friends in the same club sir!"
You turned to the girl. "And I thought I was going to be upset. Now you go."
The girl nodded and deadpanned. "I was given the challenge of killing Charlie but he beat me in the game so I gave him my first kiss."
Oh. On one hand that was similar to yourself and Sophia…but she had been trying to kill Charlie. "I see with the power self-vested in me as king of my lands, I pronounce you two betrothed. No more trying to kill each other. Having to live with the guilt of trying such a thing to someone you will learn to be wonderful will be your punishment. Charlie having to do this will be your punishment for not immediately going to me about this. This engagement shall last at least until you finish highschool and once that time has passed you may break it off as you wish."
Charlie flailed in the air. "What about Titania she didn't do anything either?"
"Hmm," You turned to your daughter. "Spanking."
She paled while the rest of your children, sans Vatista and Yosuke, laughed.
"For all of you, sans the baby, since you did not inform me of this the second you learned of it," You clarified.
Victoria fell to her knees. "I am older than the grandparents of most people alive today, I am too old to be-"
"Vivi," You looked at your eldest daughter. "No one is too old to be spanked by one of their parents when they do something wrong."
Alex sighed. "Tacitus, when this is over. We need ice, lots of it."
He nodded. "The burning pain."
8000 spankings later
[X] Research something
-[X] The White Wolf, it's fucking personal now.
Roll: 63+40 Research (KoA)=103 crit roll 82+3=85 Excellent Crit
The Kresnik was an unaging mage with knowledge of many fields of magic. Unlike vampires they had no true weaknesses other than the fact that their main form of combat was the soul. Therefore, attacks that can damage the soul are especially effective against them, and their physical bodies are nearly defenseless when they are in that state.
If one can prevent their projection from dispelling their bodies will waste away due to needing food and water.
[+2 to planning against Kresniks. +20 to rolls against Kresniks]
There was a number of sightings of white animals of exceptional size around the city. Most often it was a dog or split second image of a gigantic wolf. It appeared all over the city but most often near the Red Light District and oddly enough the area near your children's school.
Someone definitely needed Big Poppa's slaps.
[X] Introduce Diva to the family. Especially Fortuna and Victoria
[Family Initial Reaction: Victoria: 17 Seething Titania: 18+40 Idol Fanatic=58 Okay Ashe: 25 Distrustful Fortuna: 3 Oh… Vatista: 42 Neutral Tacitus: 6 Completely disinterested Charlie: 46 Neutral Alex: 13+20 Empathy=33 Somewhat distrustful. Luce: 78 Nice. Yosuke: 92+20 More than Meets the Eye=112 crit roll 76+12=88 Baby saves the day]
Diva PoV
You woke up in a bed other than your own. What had happened to Mr. Yamato? How did you survive? If you did maybe he did as well…you were not supposed to become friends with humans, but if a member of your group or he died you were certain you would be sad.
Like when your parents had died. There was a pang in your heart.
You were in soot stained clothes which had rubbed off on the sheets around you. How did washing machines work? If you could not figure that out you would pay for the dry cleaning bill of whoever had put you here.
You walked out to see Mr. Yamato eating with nine people and a baby. There was the sound of nails scraping on wood and you saw him give a silent glare towards a woman with beautiful golden hair and eyes.
It was obvious given that two of them were carefully analyzing your movements, and the woman seemed furious that you were in this place.
A girl wearing a wonderful dress waved at you while a boy with incredibly pale skin drew out a chair for you.
This was incredibly awkward for you so you bowed your head towards Mr. Yamato, he had taken you into his house and it would be improper of you not to be a polite guest.
He looked at the blonde woman. "Victoria this is Diva, she is one of the idols I am managing."
One of the boys swept his hand by hers. The wood that had been clawed away reassembled itself due to the pieces being brought back there.
They were mages.
You took a deep breath and nodded. "I am Diva Bernadotte, a vampire."
A small blonde child sitting at the table put down a fork and disappeared.
Mr. Yamato sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Children, I will be retrieving your sister. Please treat her well."
The older blond opened her mouth-
"Victoria, I realize many of you are uncomfortable or even outright hostile to anyone you do not have some form of power over getting close to our family, but we are not the only people who need to deal with loss." With that Mr. Yamato vanished.
All of them looked down.
You were an intruder. You should not be here. Rising to leave, you curtsied. "I apologize for-"
The baby tugged at one of the strings of your ribbon and looked up at you. That red eye. It reminded you of your younger sister, lost with the rest of your immediate family.
You unpinned the ribbon around chest. A blue rose was in the middle of it. You smiled and set it on the baby's high chair. "Blue roses, they represent impossible miracles."
Normal PoV
You found Fortuna sitting on the roof of the apartment building.
So you sat next to your daughter and put your arm around her.
"In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found a sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
(Full speed ahead Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead
Full speed ahead it is, Sergeant.
Cut the cable, drop the cable
Aye, Sir, aye
Captain, captain)
As we live a life of ease
Every one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine"
You could hear her begin to snore.
Choose Order of schools you go to for parent's day
[] Highschool First
[] Middleschool First
AN: The Lyrics of Yellow Submarine was originally intended by The Beatles to be about an old sailor talking to children about where he'd lived.
It had been early in your life that you realized you were different. Any skill was in your reach, all you had to do was meet someone with it.
Whenever you had a problem that power would activate and give you the best skill for it from a mental library. Most children would have been ecstatic about such a thing, but you were not because you realized what it meant.
From the moment you were born you had been robbed of something human beings were supposed to have. Improvement, adversity, difficulty, the sense of pride to know you had accomplished something, to do something with your own hands. You were nothing but a blank canvas with the paintings of other people, a doll that copied the movements of others, an impression of other people.
Any skill you had was at the level of the person you had met best at it. To the outside perspective you were amazing, but not to you. You were different, but not special. You simply copied the achievements and hard work of others.
You had begged for help. Your father could help people like you, so why not fix your power? But he couldn't, his Refinement could not fix you.
So what was the point of anything if it was not truly you? Your current life was something you chose, one you could only have because of that wonderful person. At some point in your life, your age and the time was unclear to you, you had met a strange woman and begged for her to take your power away.
She refused, but offered something else. Your power would be limited. You would proudly state your dream to her, and as long as you strived toward it your power would not supply the skills needed for it.
In return you swore an oath. "I will never give up on my dream to be one of the top idols of the world."
Her name was scary, The Armageddon Witch, but you loved her like an older sister, friend, mentor, and mother all in one.
You were pissed. All of the people you had met so far were thugs and no names who didn't know the right way to throw a punch. At least you got some cash out of it. Still it was getting to the point where it was grating on your nerves. What was your purpose without meaningful conflict? It was going to be too long before that Event would start.
In life all things are conflicting, that is the order of the universe. Constant flux, life, and death. The seasons were the product of the sun and the heat of its rays as Earth danced around it. It was the entire life of humans. For as long as someone lived they would continue to see it set and rise again. For as long as humans existed they would be in conflict, and meaningless conflict was hollow.
You desired to struggle and surpass others. Some thug was trying to sneak up behind you, but you could sense his life-force. He was slightly above normal, but not like you. Your fist broke his nose and you heard the sound of glass breaking. So he wore glasses. There was a human shaped flicker of colors as he became visible, lying on the ground holding his bleeding nose. Weird people kept popping up.
Another person came into your field. There was a lifeforce stronger than those you normally saw in of your circle of interests. A boy with band-aids on his nose and cheeks blocked your path. "That's my friend."
You shrugged at that. "He tried to attack me, tell him not to sneak up on people."
He put his hands in his pockets, confident in himself. "You've been beating people up." His stance shifted somewhat and you could feel what he had been bottling up. A bit less than the average of one of your kind.
He wasn't a true warrior. You loosened the wrappings around your spear, both bows were floored to the dirty concrete as they felt pulverizing pressure. The second one was struggling to his knees so you kicked him in the throat before walking off.
Hero types would remember that, train, and fight you with all they had. If he could get like that without proper training maybe you could get an entertaining fight out of him.
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♦Topic: Current Anime Season Discussion 20XX
In: Boards ► Discussion Forums ► Current Anime Season ►Bloodties WTFJH
WhiteCat (Verified Cat)
So um….The Producer is apparently a LOT more badass than could be expected.
GhostDevil (Diva's No.1 Fan)
What the actual fuck?
The_Suicidal_Cabbage (Verified Snark)
*Comes from the Witches Apocalypse Thread* Oh The Producer did it again.
Elitenighthawk
@Cabbage what did he do?
The_Suicidal_Cabbage (Verified Snark)
He beatdown a cultist before wiping his memories and turning him into a cute teenage girl with dreams of being an idol. Click for gif.
VaadiVix
….Well prepare for the shipping wars *sits in bunker*
xXpoltergiestXx
Ahahahahaha! The man curbstomps The White Beast like a fucking CHIHUAHUA! Making one liners all the way. The Producer, 2017: "Proper need of discipline, punish you, tenderize the meat, insert the rod, a rotisserie is one of the easiest ways to cook, 1510 degrees Celsius, are we going to have a problem?" A Fountain of memes have popped up!
SadKoala
I wish I could deal with my insurance company like he did.
VaadiVix
*Cracks theorist knuckles* He said "You are 5,000 years to young to fight me" so we can assume he is at least that old. He also mentions three children so far but I haven't heard anything about his wife.
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GameofKings
Greetings my compatriots! I have come from the Deadly Jokers and Council Wars threads. From what I can tell The Producer has at least four children. Tacitus, one of the protagonists of Council Wars. Our odd transmutation using mage transfer student. Titania, the bubble anime geek, who turns out is basically a magical girl. Charlie, who has a bullshit OP power. And Vatista who has not shown up in any episodes yet. I feel bad for Naoki and Riko dealing with this. Also Charlie says his dad is an Overlord, not sure if there is a special meaning in that.
GhostDevil (Diva's No. 1 Fan)
Well shit just happened.
VaadiVix
Um…Mr. Yamato has a lot of kids.
WhiteCat (Verified Cat)
I don't care! He sung Yellow Submarine to his kid until she fell asleep. If there is ever a Bloodties VN there is definitely going to be a romance the widower route.
Vaadivix
God damnit! The shipping war will begin, I wonder if it will be as bad as the April of '15.
xXpoltergiestXx
I don't care, I just want to protect everyone's smiles.
The next day you got a strange offer. Diva sat at your table smiling. "Mr. Yamato if you would like I could babysit Yosuke while you are at Parent's day, it would be no issue since there are no meetings today." You blinked at that, a babysitter.
You had wards in and around the building so as long as Diva stayed here the Kresnik should be unable to find her. It had also been stalking around your children's school.
Yes her staying here for the day sounded like a plan that could work.
Choose One
[] I like that plan Diva, I will phone the Daycare.
[] I'm sorry but that might be inappropriate of me to ask.
Middle School
Choose 4
[] Sit in on Vatista's Class
[] Sit in on Charlie's Class
[] Sit in on Fortuna's Class
[] Go to Fortuna's Club with her
[] Go to Charlie's Club with him
[] Talk to a teacher all three children have
-[] About what?
[] Investigate the school (can be taken multiple times)
-[] The library. Something is strange about it.
-[] Outside. Something smells wrong.
AN: There is a lot of stuff you can do so I am putting it up to vote.
You had seen many things, the rise and fall of kingdoms, the deaths of friends, family, rivals, and foes. In your life you had many teachers and students. You felt every emotion you could possibly ever feel every day, some more intense than others. You had not bothered to count the days. When you took your first breath you would have no surprises, you knew each and every way you could take your last, the pain, terror, sadness, and happiness.
You were born an Observer of The Abyss.
All the Omniverse could be seen by you, but you did not know the one this instance of you would end in. truly you were jealous of those few existences who could choose it. Their possible fates numbering one from their power to manipulate their own variables to such a level.
This was not the kingdom you once ruled, it was one you lived in and considered yourself a member of. Rulership was not something you desired to experience once more. Those who desired it were fools or idealistic men. For a year you had been trapped by Musashi and you longed to see it once more.
He had returned to your prison, a husk of who he had once been. Begging for the knowledge of how to kill his former teacher.
No, despite his betrayal he was still the student of your friend.
And you were still the student of he, as he was yours.
"Turn into a pillar of salt," You walked alone past one who shared a teacher with you.
Upon seeing one of the few men still alive who you first met in childhood, you felt relief. You could save them. Those who had yet to be born.
"I apologize for missing your wedding," You held out a gift to your friend. "This is my present for you. I hope your wisdom prevents your family from…." No, the words you wanted to say were, "I hope your wisdom will mean that no matter what befalls you, you and your family will continue to walk forward, remembering the bad and good of the past, so that you can cherish that love, and continue to experience more in the future."
And so you fell. Your body faded away from the spell you cast upon yourself. You had sacrificed your chance for Eternity and power beyond godhood. Perhaps it was better to call it relinquished, it had not been a hard decision.
He would live due to your gift, it would prevent as many variables as you could manage. You were a Watcher, and he was Observed by you. if that was not so, more than likely those children would have lost him.
Perhaps, one day you would no longer need to be a Watcher, and you would be with the others in whatever afterlife they entered.
You had been what is not possible, but materializes and were now what is possible, but is not in the physical plane.
[X] I like that plan Diva, I will phone the Daycare.
Diva Bond ranks up to Bond 2
[X] Sit in on Vatista's Class
You walked into Vatista's class. Unfortunately your younger children were all in different classes so you had to split your time up between OH SWEET MERCIFUL FATE WHY WAS THERE ANOTHER ONE?
You leapt five feet in the air and hit your head on the ceiling when you saw the teacher for the class. "Two of them, how-how is that possible?" You cried.
He blinked at your reaction. "I take it you met my older brother."
"THEY'RE BREEDING?" You took a step back. All of the other parents in the room were huddled in the corner farthest from the teacher with angry eyes. How? How could someone have eyes scarier than your superior? This was definitely some form of inherited magical trait. Even if you could not sense magic on him you-….
[Knowledge Check: 20 needed 6]
You could sense cultivated Ki flowing through the man's body.
If you were going to have to deal with a bare fisted monk type person chasing after you while shouting about report cards you were going to burn this entire complex to the ground when no one is in it.
[Event Roll: Nat 100]
You were going to have so many pictures to put on your flashdrives when you got home. Why? Because Vatista had friends! Friends at school, she always had issues making friends in your old home so finding out she had two best friends filled you with joy!
"Daddy stop, I am not a child," She put her hand over the camera lens. She was under ten chronological years old and everyone could be considered a child in comparison to you.
The two of you stared at each other for several minutes.
"Vatista what is the square root of 324?" Teacher Yorozuya asked.
"18," Vatista replied without looking away. "Jiiiiiiiiiii-" She made sounds to make you blink.
A pink haired girl whispered to another girl who had a similar appearance to Vatista. "Hey Val I think Vatista and her dad might be robots?"
Ah, childhood friends, you never had that. Too busy hunting things to eat and learning magic.
[X] Sit in on Charlie's Class
Event Roll: 7
The next class you sat in on was Charlie's gym class. Due to his sedentary lifestyle he wasn't doing that well.
And neither was his girlfriend.
Two white as sheet children dragged their feet across the track while their…oddly colored teacher blew a whistle next to them. "Get moving you maggots! Ya, ya!" She blew at them again before jogging onwards.
At least you thought the teacher was a she.
You sensed something odd. Exactly what it was escaped you. It was familiar but strange.
[Knowledge Check: 20 needed 11]
Like someone had mixed psychic powers and magic together. Sure there were people who had both, but combining the energies had never worked to your knowledge. Ki could mix with both, though the two seemed to simply not interact despite your own experiments.
And now you were in….a ruined Shibuya? You call bullshit on however these people are making instant spaces.
Charlie and Riko looked around. "An Arena?" You could feel Riko put emphasis on the word.
And there was a shirtless man standing on a street lamp. "I the greatest hunter, Zaroff Connell have taken you White Lily and….Charlemagne really? I have taken you two into my personal Arena for The Most Dangerous Game! Mwahahahaha! And you-" The person cosplaying as Liquid Snake pointed at you with his gun, he was terrible at gun safety. "I shall slay you for the bounty on your head!"
"Okay person who has obviously read Richard Connell's book far too often before bed after playing Hideo Kojima games for weeks on end," Charlie pulled his hood up. "You are a colossal idiot for these reasons: One, you didn't start trying to kill us immediately," He held up one finger, it wasn't the one meant for pointing. "Two, you tried this in the first place. Three, you decided to announce yourself rather than start trying to kill us immediately. Four, you obviously have no idea what we can do. So go f-"
"Continue that and you are grounded," You scolded Charlie. "And more spankings." He shuddered from the phantom pains of last night's punishment.
A hole opened up in the sky. "Don't you fucking dare touch my little sister!" And now there was an angry boy falling from the sky.
[X] Restrain him with mystical chains
-[X] Follow this up by punching him straight out of the arena
[X] Focus on keeping him suppressed and pinned down as well as retrained. Let the others deal out the hurt.
[X] Play defensively. We have Charlie and his new Fiancé in here, no need to risk them needlessly.
You sighed and took a step toward the man cosplaying of a character you rather liked. "I am going to give you three seconds."
"What are you talking about you whipped piece of-" He began to shout.
Three seconds had passed.
Chains of ethereal energy launched from behind you.
BANGBANGBANG!
His overly long pistol shot three times. Bullets refracted against your chains and broke links in them. That should not be possible without somehow enhancing the bullets.
"Eat shit!" He used a grappling hook in his belt to zipline away while continuing to fire.
The bullets were seemingly normal, but there was a faint purple energy around them. He was using psychic energy to enhance them, and he had a surprising amount of skill. The bullets curved and spiraled around your chains to hit you in the chest. Each bullet bounced off of your wards while you examined him.
An unconscious use of Ki to enhance his body, the skill of his marksmanship had reached peak human levels, and his psychic abilities presumably from the game took it to the supernatural.
Incredibly thin threads of the same energy as your chains were formed. They threaded around the building Connell was swinging from. Light was refracted in every direction, a rainbow of color bursting into sight, the threads sliced the building to pieces.
"What the fuck?" He screamed as he fell, hurtling towards the ground due to the velocity of his swing.
Threads thickened and formed a net. One of his arms went through it and broke as he hit it. More threads wrapped him up and made him float to you.
"What kind of bullshi-" He began.
You removed one of his boots, then his sock, and stuffed it in his mouth while forming more threads to cover his mouth. "If you are going to spout filth I will put filth back in."
The boy stared. "What the-"
Charlie held a hand to his chest. "Don't you do not want to get Dad started." Your son fished a matchbox Fire Truck out of his shorts.
Riko blinked. "You keep toys on you even during gym?"
Both of you pointed to the insane cosplaying serial killer.
"Point taken," Both albino children deadpanned.
Charlie crouched and sent the tiny plastic toy rolling, there was a burst of color as it grew to full size and accelerated to over a hundred miles per hour.
Connell's eyes widened and you heard him try to shriek through his gag. He was dragged underneath the emergency vehicle and spat out from under it. A broken pile of limbs and flesh twitched.
The other boy shrugged and made a strange hologram appear before launching fireballs at the corpse until all that was left was scorch marks. Your son picked up his toy, held it up before putting it back in his pocket, and shrugged. "Can we leave now?"
It was a simple think to break the barrier, but you made certain to alter the coordinates of the children by just a little bit.
You heard the teacher shout. "Charlie get off of Riko before I kick your rear into the sky!"
"I tripped, this isn't my intention," You son cried.
The other albino growled. "I am going to-"
You took a picture and wiped away a tear. "They grow up so fast."
"This is your fault," Charlie groaned.
"Thank you," Riko added. She turned to her entire class and shouted. "Charlie and I are dating!"
"Like hell you are allowed to date!" Her brother screamed.
[X] Sit in on Fortuna's Class
Roll: 22
RAGE!
Two girls were pulling at your daughter's hair while the adults were waiting for the teacher to come. They were not looking in their direction and Fortuna refused to make a sound. You could see the gears turning in her head as she thought of using her powers on them.
You felt your facial muscles twitch as you took a step forward.
The door slid open and a man in a pinstriped suit glared at the two girls. "You, out. I have a strict no bullying policy."
He-
How was he here?
Vihn Somsak, former Chair of Tradecraft.
Fortuna blinked and stared as your old subordinate looked at the two girls with utter distaste.
It was a rather odd scene as he told the two and their parents to go to the Principle's office for bullying. The part of what made it odd was when he made mental contact with you during that.
"Should I just disintegrate them once they are out of sight?" He asked.
"No! Don't kill children and it would easily be linked to us."
He turned around to direct them out. "It has been several years since the last time I was in the field. Paracelsus gives his greetings."
"I thought you were retired," You raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, and it seems we chose the same spot to get into peaceful lives, unfortunately this city seems to take issue with anyone with powers not getting involved in each other's problems or living without severe emotional issues."
That basically described your days so far.
[X] Talk to a teacher all three children have
-[X] Have they witnessed anything out of the ordinary around your children?
You took a moment to speak alone with Vihn. "So you just happened to be a teacher in my children's school?"
The former chairman shook his head. "I was a teacher before then, when Paracelsus sent me a message that you were not only in the same dimension, but the same city as me I got intrigued. So I found out where you were, don't worry anyone I got help from is dead now, and got myself hired here. We all know trouble follows people like us, so I figured the easiest way to keep my quiet life was to make sure nothing happened to your children and caused you to slaughter everyone in the country."
You nodded. "Well I need to get to my other children."
He smiled ever so slightly. "And I probably should go to my idiot kids."
…..
That psychopath reproduced!!!
Choose 4
[] Sit in on Tacitus and Victoria's Class
[] Sit in on Titania and Luce's Class
[] Sit in on Alex and Ashe's Class
[] Go to one of your children's clubs
-[] Which One
[] Investigate the school (can be taken multiple times)
-[] One of the lab rooms. You can hear someone in there.
-[] The Greenhouse. There is something…familiar
AN: Your Retired Head of Intelligence Can't be Your Kids' Teacher
You chopped potatoes, carrots, and celery on the cutting board. A pot full water and beef stock bubbled with a roast in it. Your sister held up a bowl of freshly peeled carrots and potatoes from the garden.
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You chopped those as well while adding seasoning before putting them in the pot and covering it. Rolls bakes in the oven, corn boiled in another pot, there was nothing else you had planned for this meal other than non-alcoholic apple cider chilling in the fridge.
Kohaku scooped the peelings and leftovers of the vegetables and trotted to the porch. You could hear jaws snap closed and claws click on wood as she threw pieces to them.
Snap-click
Snap-click
Snap-click
Grr-snap-crunch-snap-crunch-chop-snap-chop-chop
When she returned you heard the familiar sound of flesh tearing. Blood pooled on the porch and Kohaku looked to the ground. So your father had been displeased by a servant then. You were unsure where he got them, they all looked the same, or at least similar.
They could not all be related. You had counted seven hundred ninety eight dead over the years. None of them had any reactions when it happened, at least the ones you saw.
Your sister sat by the table and cried, she fingered a card. Everything was distant somehow, the feelings you had were dulling. Without thinking you embraced her from behind. It made you feel warmth in your torso. "It's okay we can play with the ra-"
Kohaku cut you off, she never cut you off. "Father fed the rabbits to the falcons." You blinked and stared. Your father had promised to let her do as she wished with the rabbits, the only animals on the property that were 'hers.'
You detached yourself and looked through the fridge. You could cook dinner and the meals for tomorrow with what was there. Or you could make dinner and meals for your coworkers, then take food from the freezer to cook tomorrow.
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Snap-crunch-chop-snap
Perhaps….
No, that would not work out. Outside the window you saw the dogs finish. You would need a mop, bucket, bleach, and miscellaneous cleaning supplies to get the blood out of the wood.
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You…were feeling stressed? You hurt in a way you did not like. All over it itched and prickled, even inside your mind. Did not like it. What would make the stress stop? What could relieve you?
You sister went back to the porch and began to pet the dogs. So you began to look through the freezer for what you could take out for tomorrow.
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You loved the dogs, even if they had eaten the servants. Red muzzles rubbed against your side as they moved their heads closer to you. Sniffing and wagging their tails while their feet thumped in response to you petting them.
Closing your eyes you put your hand out. "Sit boys." The dogs took several steps back and sat still.
