what's up guys, miharu here

FAQ

Q: What the hell are you doing?
I dunno bro

Q: What is this?
This is a multiplayer Madoka quest, where you get to build a wacky magical girl and fuck around in a world of my design. I’ll be taking on three players, if we get that many. If we get more, then damn, I guess we’ll have to see.

Caveat: I’m a lazy bastard who’s also very busy. Horrible combination, I know. But, because of that, this will inherently have a limit. This thread will be done in 4 weeks, come hell or high water. If we’re still actively running beyond that, someone somewhere has fucked up majorly (me). (This does not preclude the possibility of additional threads beyond.) (Also if I get busy I’ll let you guys know)

Q: How do I play?
Submit a character sheet!

Name: self-explanatory. We’re somewhere in the US, but if you wanna go full weeb regardless, that’s up to you
Characteristics: short phrases that describe your character, appearance, whatever
Wish: you get one (uno) wish for anything
Stats: we’ll get to that later

Q: What about Marie’s thread? This is a lot of meguca-ing??
I wanted to try writing something of my own! More specifically, I had an idea for a story I wanted to try to tell, so this will have a beginning and an end (hopefully) (at some point). That being said, we might get caught up in telling your story too, which is okay! We're just here to have some fun

Stats:

You get 34 points to spend however you like, distributed amongst these stats, with each stat capping at 7

£ Physical Affinity: How strong you or your weapon hit
λ Magical Affinity: Wish-dependent
彡 Dexterity: Speed, dodging, and aiming
メ Perception: Notice things coming
⸫ Wisdom: Understand/read others
π Intelligence: We have prep-time. Your guca doesn’t. If you pull some batshit insane idea out of nowhere, your guca better be smart enough to back it up. Also serves as the ‘give me a hint you shitty qm’ stat
ღ Charisma: Convince others
φ Mind: Resist fear and despair
Ω Constitution: Tank hits

Alright. This is gonna be ass. Let’s get this show on the road.

Here goes something!
Characteristics: Spunky, Brash, Shaggy Waist-length Hair, Will go into ‘Wolf Mode’ when angry, self-proclaimed ‘Loner Wolf’, Avid Fan of the MMO ‘Wolf Quest Online’, Yes she wears one of those tails that go in your belt. It’s battery-powered and can wag. Has an older brother and he’s a jackass.
Wish: To form the largest wolf pack in the world! No, n-not friends! PACK MEMBERS!
Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 5
λ Magical Affinity: 5
彡 Dexterity: 4
メ Perception: 5
⸫ Wisdom: 4
π Intelligence: 2
ღ Charisma: 2
φ Mind:
Ω Constitution: 4

>>6249794
Now this is epic
I will unironically give you a mind stat of 0 if you want, but your current total is 31
I will also unironically leave you at a total of 31 if you want

>>6249802
Fuck, gimme a sec, have no clue where Mind went. I also meant to put shit in Dex!

Stats:
>£ Physical Affinity: 5
>λ Magical Affinity: 4
>彡 Dexterity: 5
>メ Perception: 5
>⸫ Wisdom: 4
>π Intelligence: 2
>ღ Charisma: 2
>φ Mind: 3
>Ω Constitution: 4

I'll bite.
Name: Hermione
Malformed with disproportioned features strung together like a modern art piece, the sum of parts an utterly unpleasant form. Sporting an extra row of teeth as a result of a too-close family. In short, she's ugly as sin. Has a heavenly voice. Curly, long ginger hair. Often fiddling with toothpick floss. Can be found lording over her clique of equally looking peers. Has an older sister who is kind. Family is old money. Casual fan of Wolf Quest Online. Obsessed with status.
Wish: Respect
Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 1
λ Magical Affinity: 5
彡 Dexterity: 3
メ Perception: 2
⸫ Wisdom: 4
π Intelligence: 6
ღ Charisma: 7
φ Mind: 3
Ω Constitution: 3

Name: Lorene Lovelace
Wish: To end her family's debts.
Characteristics: 14 years old. 141 cm (she is still growing). White, 1/4 JP.
Stubborn, hard to approach, but holds her close friends close.
Bad at school because she thinks it's useless.
Likes sports. Hates people who take advantage of others.
Has a complex about her height.

physical affinity: 7
magical affinity: 2
dexterity: 4
perception: 3
wisdom: 4
intelligence: 3
charisma: 2
mind: 4
constitution: 5

The wish-granter paused. That really did sound like the girl wanted friends, but… she did say not friends? So… it’d be wrong to just give her friends? Hmmmmmmmm????

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

χ Clover Beets χ
Age: 13

Profile: On all levels but physical, Clover Beets is a wolf.

Wolves are awesome. Gaming is awesome. Being cool is awesome. Clover’s a very simple girl. If all these things are so fucking awesome, who wouldn’t sign a deal to make her life peak existence? She gets to have a pack, she gets to go on hunts, she gets to show her older brother Henry that she’s NOT an autist and is actually the coolest person in the world! Life sometimes sucks, like when mom died and dad kept buying beer and no one wants to talk to the wolf-girl at school because of her totally intimidating aura, but when you’re a wolf, life’s great! She’s just building the coolest backstory ever for her true debut!

Magical power: Pack-leader. Sure, that one documentary mentioned that wolves sometimes kill other wolves and rarely accept others into their pack, but that’s not how true wolves do it! True wolves earn the respect of their comrades, and lead a gang despite also being loners somehow! Has the ability to accept people into her pack. Pack members must willingly join, and willingly wear the wolf-ear headbands she manifests to remain part of the pack. Has had no takers thus far.

Can also talk to dogs now. Not cats though, they’re lame.

Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 5 / Strong enough to protect her pack!
λ Magical Affinity: 4 / Joining her pack is definitely really cool and not a scam!
彡 Dexterity: 5 / Fast enough to hunt!
メ Perception: 5 / Surprisingly observant. Aware of when things are getting dangerous.
⸫ Wisdom: 4 / Wise enough to understand her pack!
π Intelligence: 2 / Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but that’s just according to lame schools!
ღ Charisma: 2 / Cursed and blessed to be a lone wolf…
φ Mind: 3 / H-hey, how about you try that when she has back-up?!?!
Ω Constitution: 4 / Can take a hit or two!

Wish: To form the largest wolf pack in the world! No, n-not friends! PACK MEMBERS!

Alright I'm going to sleep

oh yeah also if you have any questions or problems with anything just let a brother know

i am also reserving the right to write what i want

Late entry but why not

Characteristics:
Long black hair that has been badly tarnished with violet paint. Tall but lanky. Russian. Green eyes.
Wanted to be a poet. Survived being ran over by a truck. Had been stuck in the hospital since way too young with plento of time to write poetry, which severly stunted her overall growth. Because she was left with severe brain damage, the poems didn't make sense to anyone but her. Because she thinks her poems are great, her behavior has grown eccentric and unpredictable. As dramatic as she is stupid.

Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 2
λ Magical Affinity: 7
彡 Dexterity: 2
メ Perception: 1
⸫ Wisdom: 1
π Intelligence: 1
ღ Charisma: 7
φ Mind: 7
Ω Constitution: 7

Wish: Go fuck yourself

>>6249837
>>6249830
Looks promising already, QM! Question regarding the power though:
What happens when people join Clover's pack? Do they do her bidding? Bolster her fighting abilities? Act as meat shields? No worries if you can't expand on it yet, but I just thought I'd ask.
Also, Henry can go to HOWL. I'm not autistic! My doctor did a TEST! He just wishes he was as PAWSOME as I am!
>>6249850
>That surname
https://youtu.be/031vKBPk5eA

>>6249837
>questions
Any chance of eagles? Asking for a friend.

>>6249715 (OP)
I don't know if I'm late but whatever. If it's full, I could enter if someone drops out.

Name: Saki
An innocent, kind and extremely beautiful girl. Thanks to her looks, she has a hard time getting a job and maintaining it. Working with women is almost impossible because they get jealous of her. Working with men is even worse because they almost always try to take advantage of her ...yet she has managed to get unscathed.
Wish: An unlimited amount of money so she doesn't need to work anymore.
£ Physical Affinity: 10
λ Magical Affinity: 0
彡 Dexterity: 6
メ Perception: 2
⸫ Wisdom: 4
π Intelligence: 2
ღ Charisma: 2
φ Mind: 4
Ω Constitution: 4

>>6249715 (OP)
Hell yeah, more gucas.

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

€ Hermione Rockefeller €
Age: 14

Profile: The world is divided into the haves and the have-nots. It is the role of the haves to rule, and the role of the have-nots to kneel. If everyone just accepted their place in society, the world would be an orderly place. With her at the top, of course.

Hermione Rockefeller was born in the lap of luxury. Her family once ruled the nation with their monopoly, and the benefit of that fortune persisted through the generations. As an inheritor of that prestigious line, she was destined for greatness, destined for all the admiration of her peers, and yet- she’d had none of that at all! Crippled by generations of inbreeding, and about as attractive as vomit, she eventually discovered that almost all her classmates preferred to flock around those whores blessed with beauty, no matter how much money she threw around from her allowance. It wasn’t fair. She was supposed to have it all. And she would have it all, for that was her birthright.

Magical power: Illusions. Those girls really weren’t as pretty as they thought they were, and she was actually very attractive, thank you very much. Limited to visual images. Can extend to fill a room.

Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 1 / Weak as shit, but brute strength is for commoners anyway.
λ Magical Affinity: 5 / The world is exactly how she pictures it.
彡 Dexterity: 3 / Barely average, but that’s what chauffeurs are for.
メ Perception: 2 / She couldn’t care less about what those mongrels were doing.
⸫ Wisdom: 4 / Can understand enough to get what she wants.
π Intelligence: 6 / At the very least, her mind wasn’t crippled by all the congenital defects.
ღ Charisma: 7 / What she wants is what she gets.
φ Mind: 3 / She definitely doesn’t get scared or nervous or shaky or self-conscious, because that would be beneath her.
Ω Constitution: 3 / Don’t call her wimpy.

Wish: Respect.

Unfortunately, I'm a wageslave, so we'll be doing our best from that perspective

>>6249820
You didn't specify a last name, so you get what I dish out

>>6249850
Wish-granter: Refer to attached image

>>6249858
Clover has no clue what it does since she doesn't have anyone in her pack!

>>6249859
This is America, after all. We might even have shrikes too.

>>6249873
Can hardly be called a magical girl without magic!

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

Ѫ Lorene Lovelace Ѫ
Age: 14

Profile: Being poor sucks. Being taken advantage of sucks even more. That was a lesson Lorene had to learn on her own.

The world can be a dangerous place. The Lovelaces were very kind, trusting, neighborly members of their community, the very picture of generosity, but in a world this cruel and messed up, such kindness was weakness. Very few are deserving of trust, and even fewer can earn it. The only way to survive in this world is to doubt everything and everyone. It’s a lesson her family never seems to learn. She would be different. Having watched her father’s kindness been used against them time and time again, she swore then and there that she wouldn’t fall into the same trap. For their sake, she’d confront the reality of this corrupt world head-on.

Magical Power: Memory erasure. If someone can’t remember something, they can’t use it against you. Lorene can make people forget things she’d rather they not remember. Once erased, those memories can never be reclaimed. Able to target herself.

Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 7 / She’s strong, holy fuck is she strong.
λ Magical Affinity: 2 / Deception is for swindlers and conmen.
彡 Dexterity: 4 / Fast enough.
メ Perception: 3 / Might miss a few details.
⸫ Wisdom: 4 / Truly understanding others’ intentions is indispensable.
π Intelligence: 3 / School doesn’t teach you what you really need to know.
ღ Charisma: 2 / The truth needs no embellishment.
φ Mind: 4 / Backing down is how they get you.
Ω Constitution: 5 / Tough enough to keep going, despite the pain.

Wish: End my family’s debts.

Sorry to those who weren't selected, but here's our crew! Feel free to continue to read along, if you'd like! Maybe someone will die or something

>HOW STATS WORK
We're largely using the same stat system as an author who's gone AWOL. For those unfamiliar with how these stats work, here's how we're gonna do it
Sometimes, I'm gonna have you roll to do something. That thing you want to do will have a difficulty magnitude.
If your stat matches the difficulty's magnitude, you have a 50/50 chance of doing the thing. If the difficulty is one magnitude above, your chances of pulling it off goes down, while if the difficulty is easier, you have a larger chance of doing it.
Here's your illustrative example

Rayna has a Mind stat of 4. She's trying to do something with the following magnitudes. In order to pull it off, she'll have to beat the requirement!

Magnitude 1: Auto-success (no roll)
Magnitude 2: 20
Magnitude 3: 30
Magnitude 4: 50
Magnitude 5: 70
Magnitude 6: 80
Magnitude 7: Unreachable (no roll)

Adjust it accordingly according to your stat. If it's still flying over your head, no worries, just ask and you shall receive (information on what the DC is). Most importantly, if you think it's bullshit that making a sandwich is dexterity 7, just debate me and give some arguments why

General scale: 1- Kicking down a door, 7- Kicking down a skyscraper

>HIDDEN MECHANIC
Now that you gucas have selected your stats, it's all locked in. I can unveil hidden mechanic 1!

At any point, you can ask to roll Wisdom to see what your character can glean about who you're talking to. Helpful in some circumstances!

>DESPAIR MECHANICS
In Madoka Magica, the girls have soul gems that darken whenever they use magic or feel despair. Sucks that there's no convenient percentage system in the real world! When your soul gem becomes pitch black, [REDACTED] happens. You can only check how close you are to that point by taking a glance and eyeballing it!

>HEALTH POINTS
This one does have a convenient point system. Every guca has 100 HP. When you reach 0, you can no longer fight. What constitution affects is how much damage you take!

If a magnitude 7 attack were flying at Lorene, she'd actually be rolling for the attack's potency against her constitution of 5. The roll requirement for the attack to do damage would be to beat a 20, and any in excess, she would take as damage to her hit points. Long story short, high numbers bad.

Example: Difficulty magnitude 7 constitution check. Lorene rolls 80. Lorene takes 60 points of damage.

Health passively regenerates out of combat. If you get into a second fight soon after, you're probably not gonna be at full, but maybe tomorrow you'll be better! Your soul gem, however, never regenerates. That thing will just continue to get darker and darker. The only way to cleanse it is with a Grief Seed from a Witch.

Anyway that's enough dumping about the mechanics of whatever, for the possible new players
Intro posts will be tonight
Get ready to say hello

hype :D

Physical looks over pedigree. Inbred aristocrat truly is mentally ill.
Bit surprised the power wasn't mind control. Visually overloading someone directly in the eye will have to do.
>>6250177
>Maybe someone will die or something
The ten congenital diseases will do me in.

>>6250216
naaaaaaah bro, i knew exactly what you were going for, and like hell was i going to give it to you and have you break everything

>>6250177
>Someone will die
If she doesn't get hit by a car then Clover will definitely be put down like the cryptid she is when she skulks onto the wrong farmer's property at night. Shouldn't take long!
Also yea we HYPE. You guys are gonna be BEGGING to join my pack

The sun shines down brightly on a beautiful day. Birds chirp in the distance. It’s 9 o’clock in the morning, on the most anticipated day of the year for schoolchildren all around the country. It’s the start of summer vacation!

χ Clover Beets χ

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“I’m off to work, autist. Don’t be a dumbass, and don’t burn down the house.”

Clover blearily yawns, kicking her wolf-themed blanket off the bed and stretching her arms far above her mess of black hair, as her brother’s footsteps stomp away from her bedroom door. She’d stayed up way too late, grinding exp on Wolf Quest Online, and now the morning was way too bright.

As she mumbles and squirms around on the now-blanketless and cold bed, she realizes that waking up this early means she can grind even more! The Lycaonic Nightblade skill-tree just had three more nodes to go! With a deep breath to steel herself against the morning light, she jumped out of bed, nearly tripping on the blanket.

Clover brushes her teeth quickly, watching the awesome girl with wolf-ears (fake) and a wolf-tail (belt) in the mirror. While her instincts would have been to immediately hop onto her shitty laptop, mom always said every morning needs a brush and breakfast, and mom was always right. She just had to go quickly!

As she rushes out of her room, she notices her dad snoring on the couch, beer bottle in hand.
“Good morning, Dad!”
The man continues to snore.

As she sits down at the breakfast table, ready to pour herself a glass of milk and a bowl of the sugariest poison to ever grace grocery store aisles, she notices a sticky note placed right where she normally sits.

‘I unplugged and took the internet router with me.
Yes, I actually took it with me to McDonald’s.
You’re too fucking loud at night.
Go out and make some friends or something.
-Henry’

He was only seventeen! He didn’t have that level of authority! He’d gone way too far!

As the girl furiously munches on her cereal, she considers her options. Somehow, she needed to pay him back. But… it was a pretty nice day out. And as much as she liked gaming, she also liked watching the dogs at the park.

…OH!

She still hadn’t had any recruits for her wolf pack! The last four weeks in school had been the perfect opportunity to get some of her classmates in (not the mean ones!) but she… hadn’t. Maybe today’s the day she gets her first recruit!

>What’s the plan for the day??!?!?

€ Hermione Rockefeller €

Hermione sipped at her tea, while her gaggle of ugly groupies stared in awe at the size of the smallest room in her family’s house.

“Wow, thanks so much for inviting us over to this tea party, Hermione!” Ugly 1 speaks.

“Yeah, this is so awesome! Do we get to keep the gold spoons too?” That was Ugly 3.

Hermione giggles to herself, as refined young women do. “Hm hm hm! Of course you may. What do you take me for, some poor pauper?”

The girls cheer.

The school-year was over. While she’d turned some heads at her new fashionable and elegant appearance, everyone was too busy cramming during finals week to take much notice. That was okay, however. They’d soon be begging for a scrap of her attention soon enough.

As a reward for the ugly acquaintances who’d stayed by her side these past years, she’d organized this tea party. She’d really been under no obligation to do so, she was simply that generous. She knew they were all only here for her handouts anyway, so it was time to bid farewell, and say good riddance! Next school year, she’d be moving onto greener pastures and loftier heights within the school hierarchy!

Her older sister pokes her head in, dropping off some cookies. “Are you girls all doing alright?”

“Yess!” The uglies chime in unison.

Somehow, her sister had turned out the perfect specimen- pretty, and without a hint of extra fucked-up teeth. Soon enough, however, her sister would finally be out of her hair. Her parents had organized some marriage for her across the country. Finally, she’d be able to shine!

“How about you, Hermione? Is everything going well?”

Her sister’s warm smile was like the sun, far too warm and threatening to melt everything in its vicinity from its purity. “Yes, of course, my dear sister. There is no need to be so concerned on my behalf. Everything is going smoothly.”

Her sister nods, smiling, and leaves the room.

Ugly 1 fetches the cookies for the table, and Ugly 2 begins to dig in. Hermione sips at her tea and considers her options, as the uglies chat to one another about something or other.

>How are you going to do this?

Ѫ Lorene Lovelace Ѫ

Lorene stares at the two outfits in front of her. She could either wear her school uniform, or wear the oversized T-shirt with her jeans. She had nothing else in her closet.

Today was Ruth’s birthday. Convenient that it was right after their finals, as it gave the three of them an excuse to celebrate and hang out. Ruth and Olivia were her friends, and the only people in the world she trusted. While she loved her parents, she wouldn’t trust them with a dime. They’d just give it away to the first person they saw.

The three friends had known each other since elementary school, therefore Lorene was certain of their character. Up to a certain extent of course, you could never believe in someone completely. Out of the two, Olivia was more reliable. Ruth was quiet, and timid, and Lorene couldn’t really trust her to overcome that fear.

Lorene slaps herself. It was horrible to think of Ruth that way. Especially on her birthday. The fatigue from killing that Witch last night must have been getting to her. She needed to ensure she didn’t become someone she hated.

As she walks out to the breakfast table, she sees her father reading the paper. Her mother is asleep, having worked the night shift. She sits down, and her father looks up with a grin.

“Hope you slept well, Lorrie. Mom made some bacon and eggs for you before she went to bed. You’re going to go out with Olivia and Ruth today, right?”

Lorene begins cutting into her breakfast. She puts on a smile. “Yeah! It’ll be fun. Are you still going to work today?”

Her father takes a sip of his coffee. “Of course, dear. You’d been telling us about Ruth’s birthday for weeks, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to work overtime again. We still have those debts to pay off, after all. Tonight, though, we’ll make sure to celebrate the end of the school year!”

………..what. Lorene’s fork clatters to the table. Her father looks at her, confused.

“Is something wrong, sweetie?”

“…Dad. The debt-collectors haven’t called for weeks. Why are you… saying those things?”

Her dad laughs. “What do you mean, Lorene? I did think it was a little odd they weren’t hounding us anymore, but we still owe them! In fact, I was planning on calling them later today, to make sure we weren’t racking up any interest or anything.”

“…Dad. Listen to me. Don’t do that. Don’t do any of that. We don’t owe them anything.”

Her father gives her a serious look. “Lorene. Come on, I raised you better than that. If you borrow something, the right thing to do is pay it back.”

>…fuck.

as an apology for the insta-despair, you get a grief seed to start out with, lorene! sorry

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EXL7UH-H-c

>>6250259
>Time to test the Uglies’ potentials. Hermione claps her hands to signal her helper to bring out the gilded weasel cage. Can her Uglies see what’s inside? A single golden ring.
>While they’re distracted floss that cookie is stuck between the back molars.

>>6250289
is there a weasel in the weasel cage

>>6250294
I can have the one? To keep like a rich person pet.

>>6250301
Of course you can have a weasel, darling

So, to clarify, what I understood from that is you're bringing out the weasel cage, but using illusion magic to make it seem like there's no weasel, just a golden ring in there
And also flossing your third set of teeth you have somehow for some godforsaken reason

>>6250306
The talking weasel I meant. If Hermione didn’t bash its head in for implying that her family wreath is less dynastic prestige and more severe underbites.
Teeth part accurate tho

>>6250308
Aight bro I gotta level with you I have no clue what you're talking about
I may be having a stroke
By talking weasel, are you asking whether you have a weasel (animal) that can talk, or are you bringing out a cage for one of the uglies to become your talking weasel in exchange for an illusory ring, or what
I'm probably retarded, but could you help me out

>>6250318
Kyubey

Like as a party trick

>>6250323
oh
Uhhhhhhh you can make an illusion of the boi I guess, but no fucking way your boy Kyubey would just sit in there for eternity
Meaning no, you can't evaluate them and convince them all to become magical girl nukes for right now

>>6250326
Yea

>>6250331
Alright so you're bringing out a cage with an illusion of Kyubey in it, seeing if the girls react to it at all, and also flossing your teeth

Roll MA magnitude 1 since they're normies

Congrats you autopass

>>6250334
God, I’m going to do many magic tricks

>>6250335
i already regret giving you actual magic powers
i should have just cucked you like helena

>>6250335
Alright Hermione, roll magnitude 3 perception to see if you can observe any and every possible changes in expression in your 'friend' group
Failing this roll does not mean there was anything to find, passing this roll means if there was anything to find, you found it

>>6250255
>He took the router
This is an OUTRAGE. He'll pay for this, that's for sure... doom comes swift on dark paws!
But it's SUMMER! No school! And I've got the awesomest idea EVER:
>Today's plan: Stay cool at the mall and dazzle some pack members with my AMAZING ARCADE GAME SKILLS

Rolled 9, 95 = 104 (2d100)

>>6250344
perception, wisdom

>>6250261

>She had nothing else in her closet.
Well, the T-shirt and jeans will have to do (again). They’re still in style, right?
I don’t have any money, so I’ll see if I can scrounge up a paper and some markers to make Ruth a homemade birthday card. I’m sure she will understand!

> Tonight, though, we’ll make sure to celebrate the end of the school year!
“Actually, I just want to stay home with you and Mom to celebrate! We don’t need to do anything special, it’s just another school year.”

>If you borrow something, the right thing to do is pay it back.
Damn it. I guess I should have been more precise with my wish…So our debts are gone, but Dad doesn’t even realize it. And if he calls to look into the situation, I’m sure those scummy loan sharks would take full advantage of a well-intentioned mistake…
“Uh, hey Dad. Actually, the debt collectors called the other day while you were at work. They said that an anonymous person paid off all of our debts! That’s why I said that we don’t owe them anything!”

>>6250346
writing
your non-existent pack members will be amazed!
actually i gotta finish writing tomorrow, fuck waging

>>6250347
w-what the fuck, we're pulling out hidden mechanic 1 this early??? anyway, since you didn't specify the wisdom, i may just tell you something completely unrelated don't worry bro i won't screw you that blatantly
also for future reference, we'll be using wisdom as more of a read what someone is saying to you and understand why they're saying it, or catch someone lying thing, as opposed to a social form of perception
yeah charisma doesn't tell you if someone is lying here, because i'm the captain now

>>6250349
So, you're going to lie to poor ol' pops, huh? He thought he raised you better than that...
This is a charisma 3 check (DC 70). He knows you pretty well, but since he's so trusting, it's not impossible. If you want to change up your plan to anything else, feel free! But once the dice is cast, we're locked in

>>6250351
Oh, the goal was to impress arcade-goers enough to want to JOIN my pack! They'll be so amazed by my awesome gaming skills they'll be BEGGING to join up!

>>6250353
You got this, Clover, I believe in you!
for fun, roll dexterity magnitude 4

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>6250354
FEEL THE MIGHT OF A TRUE 'LONER WOLF!'

>>6250355
holy FUCK

>>6250351
Wisdom ain't reading others? While perception is more notice incoming punch?

>>6250358
aight i can see how that could be unclear
hence why i'm still gonna use your rolls as stated
but! going forward, that's my intention for those stats, i think it makes perception more useful a stat, and also makes wisdom more useful in its own niche since you can catch liars with it now and basically get the character psyche dump from the qm (me)

>>6250351
dice+1d100

Sorry Dad, but please believe me! This is all I can do for now…

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>6250361
please forgive me I am new to this…

€:
>Bring out a cage, using illusion magic to create an image of Kyubey
>Also floss your teeth. You use illusion magic so they can’t see you floss your gross-ass third set of teeth.

Before discarding all of these lackeys, an idea comes to Hermione’s mind. Now that she has been made aware of the existence of magical girls, it only stands to reason that any girl she’s met might potentially be one. If it was as easy as simply making a wish, there could possibly be multiple magical girls in this very room!

Hermione claps her hands. The uglies fall into silence, holding their breaths for her next words. A tired butler appears, from behind. The uglies are amazed at how he appeared out of thin air.

“Butler! Bring me the cage.”

The butler mutters under his breath. “what the actual fuck is she talking about, fuck, she’s so annoying- Right away, my lady!” He bows, and takes his leave.

Hermione turns back to her lackeys, who are still holding their breaths.

>> € (M? Wisdom roll: 95 = Success! (?)) << (Understand why they’re here)

Indeed, they’re all here for the money, exactly as she expected. Hermione supposes it only makes sense, given that money was the reason they all flocked around her in the first place.

Eventually, her butler returns, and she enacts her plan.

“Wow, is that your pet? It looks so cute!” Ugly 1 squeals. With how ugly she is, the image of a pig does come to mind.
“Whoaaa, where did you get it, Hermione?” Ugly 3 asks.
“Can I take a picture of it??” Ugly 2 pulls out her phone anyway.

>> € (M3 Perception roll: 9 = Failure) << (Notice if any of their expressions change)

They’re all clearly amazed. Not that Hermione was looking that hard at them, their faces were simply too disgusting to observe for long. Honestly, it was a wonder she even allowed them to linger with her.

>> € (M2 Wisdom roll: 95 = Success!) << (Catch if any of them are misleading with their words)

And all three of them are genuinely curious about Kyubey, as if they’d never seen him before. Alas, as expected, none of them were worthy. Wishes were only granted to the fortunate, after all.

“whoa, where’d this floss come from?” Ugly 1 asks, as she accidentally places her hand on the floss Hermione had discarded on the floor for the butler to pick up.

>Do you want to do anything else with them?

>>6250369
>Go shopping with them, Hermione’s feeling generous. The mall will do, though she’s never been.
>Regale them during the drive with a story of an entrepreneurial ancestor. Using the one thing similar to her sister, her voice.
>Bring the cage

>>6250355
All that sugar (with a dash of cereal and chocolate milk) really paid off! Not that I'm surprised, of course! HEH!

χ:
> Stay cool at the mall and dazzle some pack members with my AMAZING ARCADE GAME SKILLS

Henry was too mean! She’d come up with a genius plan to punk him later. But, it was finally time to recruit some pack members!!

Clover finishes up her cereal, quickly rinses out the bowl, then speeds for the front door.
“I’m heading out, Dad!”
The man is still snoring.

The mall was actually only five or six blocks away. That might be a distance for LAME people, but for wolves, it was nothing! The girl begins her super-special wolf run on all fours, enjoying the refreshing summer breeze on her face. She lasts for the first two blocks, before her back starts hurting from traveling in ways humans were never meant to, then she begins to just normally walk. It’s a beautiful morning!

When she arrives at the mall, she heads straight for her second-favorite spot, the arcade! (Her first-favorite was the store that sold her this cool tail!) It’s a rather modern arcade, appropriate for the rather modern mall. One might expect arcades to be a relic of the past, but in recent years, they’ve actually seen quite the resurgence! Most of the arcade-goers now are young adults in their twenties, and a lot of the cool machines that took quarters have been replaced with lame air hockey tables, or bowling alleys, or the punching bag, or that one basketball game, but in the corner, like relics of the past, some old games still stand!

Basically no one is there, since it’s not even 10 am, but there are a few little kids dragging their moms around, and a few disgruntled employees. A perfect audience! Clover boots up the ancient Dance Dance Revolution machine, scrolls to her favorite song, ‘Wolf’s Rain’, and gets ready, gripping the bar behind her. She was an expert at this! The top 10 high scores on the song were all her, and she was gonna beat her old record!

>> χ (M4 Dexterity roll: 93 = Success!) << (Absolutely DESTROY this game!)

Feet flying, practically floating in the air, Clover grins her widest grin possible. This was so awesome! The song even had wolf howls intermittently too! When she finally arrived at the explosive finish, she posed, threw her head back, and howled, “AWOOOOOOO!”

A few polite claps from a few of the mothers could be heard, before their kids dragged them off to wherever the next shiny dopamine-rush could be found. The bored employee just sighed at the fact that he’d have to scrub off all the scuff marks on the pad again, for the fifth time that month.

Panting (like a wolf!), Clover wipes the sweat off her forehead, and jumps away from the machine, eagerly looking around to see if anyone wanted to join her pack NOW! Unfortunately, like with most things, when the event was over, people dispersed, and her crowd of miscellaneous mothers had been dragged far away at this point.

Oh… right. How were people going to join her pack when they didn’t even know there was a pack to join? She guessed she’d h-have to… talk to p-people? H-huh???

Haha… talking… well, she COULD also just play more arcade games, and there was also a whole mall out there too!

>What do???

Ѫ:
>…Lie to dad.

Lorene stares at the eggs and bacon on her plate. The eggs stare back in silence. …Fuck. This fucking sucked. But if she didn’t protect her family from their own stupidity, everything she’d done would be pointless.

She looks up. “Uh, hey Dad. Actually… the debt collectors called the other day while you were at work. They, they said that an anonymous person paid off all of our debts! That’s why I said that we don’t owe them anything!” She attempts to smile cheerfully.

>> Ѫ (M3 Charisma roll: 38 = Failure) << (Convince your father.)

Her dad looks at her a moment, before sighing. “Lorene, if that really happened, you already would’ve told me that night. I know you; you’re a responsible girl.”

She looks back down at her eggs, avoiding eye contact. She can’t look at him right now.

Her father stands, and walks behind her, ruffling her hair before kissing her forehead. “I know you’re just concerned for us, Lorene. But, you really don’t have to be.” He smiles at her. “Your mom and I are adults. We’re here to take care of you! If kids had to look after their parents, what kind of messed up world would that have to be?”

Her shitty ancient Nokia buzzes. It was probably a text from Olivia, reminding her of the fact they needed to show up early to surprise Ruth. Her father notices.

“Anyway, stop worrying so much, go enjoy the day with your friends!” He glances at the clock on the wall. “I need to head off to work soon, anyway. Remember, you get even more fun with another celebration tonight!”

“…About that. It’s just another school year, dad, we don’t need to do anything special-”

Her dad kneels down to look her in the eye, pinching her cheek. “Don’t be silly, Lorene. Of course we need to do something special, because you’re my one and only special daughter.”

He stands up, grabbing his briefcase off the table and rifling through the papers inside. He’s getting ready to leave. You have one last chance.

>What are you going to do?

work sucks
hermione's will be in a bit

€:
>Bring your groupies on a trip with you to the mall.

As the cookie plate runs low, tea cups near empty, and the uglies run out of vapid conversation topics, Hermione ponders. These girls were easy to please, as all they needed was money, but when next year came, and she’d be among the popular boys and girls, she’d probably have to engage in ‘normal girl activities.’ Like going to the mall. Which she’d never been to, since no one ever invited her to go, and her servants bought everything she wanted. While she had every faith in her own ability to adapt, perhaps it would be good to get some practice in while she could. And perhaps, just perhaps, she was feeling extra generous from her good mood, in that she soon wouldn’t have to deal with her sister anymore.

Hermione claps. “Butler! Have the limousine prepared. We’ll be going on an outing.”

The three girls look at her in surprise. “I thought this was just going to be a tea party, Hermione?” Ugly 2 asks.
Hermione scoffs. “Just a tea party? Please, what kind of gathering would this be, with only these paltry snacks? No, we’re going to go shopping, as elegant young women do.”
“Whaaaaaaaat?? Can we buy whatever we want?!” The three uglies chime in unison.
Hermione smiles smugly. “Of course.”

...Ugly 2 holds the cage with her illusion, as the four of them sit in the back of the limousine.

“And so, Monsieur Rockefeller laughed. As the impoverished workers shuffled back into the textile mill, he had realized that if one were convincing enough, he could even have those idiotic peasants work for free!”

“Woooow!” The three girls clap. It had been the seventeenth time they’d heard the story, yet they always acted as if it were the first. Hermione hmphs triumphantly.

The limousine pulls to a stop. The passenger door is opened for them. “Madam, we have arrived.”

Without even bothering to respond to the chauffeur, Hermione elegantly steps out of the vehicle, closely followed by her lackeys. Her appearance is at tip-top function.

The only thing is; she’s never been to a mall before. Where are they supposed to go?

>Hmm?

>>6250588
Grrr! GRRR! Figures no one would be around to see me tear that game apart... There IS a whole other mall, though, so maybe a shift in tactics is required... when the prey's away, the pack must... um... go somewhere where there's more prey!
>Wander the mall in search of potential PACK MEMBERS... and/or a craft store. I have a plan...

i may have some responsibilities tonight, but we'll see if i can get another round in

>>6250611
>Prowl the mall, checking the names of stores, surely one is owned by Rockfeller family.

>>6250618
hermione, roll me a m4 perception check
yes i'm bullying you

>>6250612
you dont have to roll clover, because she's a good girl

>>6250620
Good? Careful... even a cub can BITE

>>6250620
Uglies look also. Hermione inbred int memorized family assets. That or simply look at mall map.

>>6250622
get away, down, down!

>>6250623
who said I was having you roll for finding the shops? :3
that one was an auto-success

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>6250626
Inherited astigmatism perception

χ:
>Wander for potential pack members… and a CRAFT STORE

Clover has an idea! And for that idea… she’ll need some arts and crafts. She’ll get to screen for pack-members too!

She’s sorely tempted to wolf-run through the mall on all fours, but her back still kind of hurts, and she just did something really cool on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, so she has a foreboding sense it might actually fuck her up a bit. She settles for walking coolly!

Along the way, she notices a few people, a group of those mean girls from school, a random guy sitting on a bench, another girl furiously tapping at her phone, but she decides she should probably go to the craft store first! She is NOT scared of talking to people, because wolves are NEVER scared.

When she arrives at the craft store, shelves of colored pencils and paper and rulers and markers and a bunch of other cool stuff stretches out before her. The nice store lady comes up to her. “Do you need any help, missy?”

“A-awoooo!” Clover scurries into the shelves, to look for what she’s looking for.

>What are you gonna make?!

>>6250649
>“A-awoooo!” as a greeting
this is morally correct

time-line has been corrected

€:
>Find the shops that will soon be your birthright to rule.

Hermione enters the mall, brushing her hair behind her shoulder with an elegant hmph, as the uglies follow close behind, Ugly 2 still holding the cage. While she could go look at the mall map, gawking at directions was for low-class peasants. She would walk confidently, and be self-assured in her mission, and surely she would find a Rockefeller store eventually.

“ohmigosh, what are you gonna get?”
“do you think hermione would actually pay for anything?”
“yeah, of course, we’re, like, who she hangs out with”
“i kinda wanna get a purse from [Popular Brand]”
“whaaaat but that’s like 800 dollars”
“yeah, but she’s paying right????”

The chatter of her followers is rather annoying, but she continues scanning the storefronts.

>> € (M4 Perception roll: 83 = Success) << (Notice… something?)

As she walks, she blinks. Then she stops. Then she turns back. Her groupies watch her, concerned. “Is something wrong?”

Hermione stares at [REDACTED]

“Like, what are you looking at, Hermione?”
She’d never been in a mall before, but that didn’t really seem like it belonged… right? Hermione thinks… then she shrugs. She couldn’t care less. The four continue walking.

Eventually, she finds a store with her family name. The only store in the mall with the family name, in fact. ‘Rockefeller Construction Services- Branch Office.’ Needless to say, the groupies are a little antsy, but they try to mask their impatience.
“Uh, can we, like, go shop for clothes? We know some really good places, Hermione!”

>…Well. You’re now reminded that Grandpa Rockefeller always said opening luxury stores would be ignoring the family’s roots. What now?

>>6250649
That clerk lady has no clue how CLOSE she came to getting bitten... approach the alpha, better avoid her TEETH! As for my little project...
>Bad Luck Charm to put under Broth-DURRR (A term I came up with that means brother, but dumb)'s pillow
and
>A Sign! "Free WOLF PACK EARS! Join THE PACK! Be an ALPHA!

>>6250670
roll a 1d100 for the effectiveness of the bad luck charm

>>6250649
Actually while we're at it (No problem if this is too many actions)
>Let's ask Clerk-Chan if she wants to join THE PACK and offer her some wolf ears!
She strikes me as a Delta Wolf, but that's fine.
>>6250654
Did you know wolves are the most honorable creatures? It's true!

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>6250671
Don't worry, big bro... I'm only pouring a little of my hatred into this charm...

WHICH IS STILL A LOT!!!!!

>>6250673
Dang... BrothDURRR is a powerful foe indeed...

>>6250672
>>6250673
no worries, we can fit that in too
if you can pass this MIND MAGNITUDE 3 ROLL to actually talk to someone!!!!

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>6250675
AWOOOOOO

>>6250659
>Tell the uglies to spare a few minutes. Family business calls. Besides they have been gifted some golden utensils, look at the designs.
>Enter and ask about blue doors and detectives. If they know such a mall locale.
Roll int for shitty qm hint?

>>6250680
so... you're invoking hidden mechanic 0, are you?!?!?
roll int 5
no clue what you're trying to investigate though!

>>6250589

Fuck. “Sorry Dad…I just…I think sometimes things work themselves out
I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

I’ll make a cute card for Ruth, she always appreciates them…I’ll just try to put this whole mess out of my mind for the time being. Hopefully some time with friends will help clear my head.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>6250681
[REDACTED], talking about that thing

>>6250689
a beast slumbers at the heart of the city
tonight, siren will act
things are disappearing
don't wake up

Now.... back to your regularly scheduled programming! Hermione has no idea what any of that is, I'm just talking to (you)! Spoiler: the guys in the store have no clue what you're talking about, so if you want to add on another action too, you can!

>>6250692
They have a construction/blueprint of the mall?

>>6250693
Ignore the previous post, your action limit has been reached
Thank you for participating in our survey

>>6250697
Alright
>Show the Uglies what true taste in clothes shopping is.
Fashion is war

χ:
>Make a bad luck charm for brothdurr
>Also make a good recruitment poster, and get that first pack-member!

In the back of the arts and crafts shop, there is the little table where customers are invited to test out the sample pens and markers. Said pens and markers are tethered to the wall, but the paper isn’t, and all Clover really needs is that paper, with her scribbles on them!

First, for Henry! Clover closes her eyes and focuses, channeling all her inner hatred into the small sticky note. She focuses, and focuses, hands trembling, nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen, then… she feels it. The chains have been loosened! Her inner wolf is unleashed! “GRAAAAAH!!!”

>> χ (Effectiveness roll: 17 = …Uh, maybe something happened?) << (Bad luck charm!)

To quickly seal all that anger and bad energy into the piece of paper, she scribbles a frowny face. There!!! That’ll show him!!! She puts it in her pocket. Clover doesn’t even consider the fact that she’ll have to be the one carrying the bad luck charm for the rest of the day.

Next up, the recruitment poster! She sneakily sneaks to the nearby printer, opening up the tray and taking out a singular piece of paper. She writes, in awesome jagged capital letters, ‘JOIN THE PACK! BE ALPHA! FREE EARS!’ Then she draws in a cool (not cute!) wolf, and adds some lightning, and also a big smiley face to be extra welcoming. There! If people just read the sign, she won’t have to talk! She tapes the piece of paper to the front of her shirt.

Finally… time to put it into action. Nice lady seemed nice. So… m-maybe she’d offer her the honor of b-being the first pack-member?
Clover approaches the employee. Deep breaths, deep breaths… let’s GO!

>> χ (M3 Mind roll: 25 = Failure) << (Talk to someone)

“h-hi, um… you’re delta wofl… join my pack…”

The clerk tilts her head. “Did you need something, dear?”

Clover shuffles, looking down at her feet and nervously jittering her fingers. “d-delta wofl… join… pack………”

The woman smiles kindly at her. “Sorry, can you speak up a little?”

… “A-AWOOOOOOO!!!”

Clover flees the store.

>W-what now??

€:
>Enter the construction office, and ask about detectives?

Hermione claps twice, and the uglies stand up straight. “Girls. I have a bit of family business to attend to, first. It’ll only take a few minutes. In the meanwhile, you may observe the inscriptions on your spoons.”

As she enters the family storefront, she hears a scream from behind her. “24 KARAT??!”

She walks confidently toward the front desk, as the receptionist boredly looks up at her. The man repeats his canned lines, “How can I help you today? You seem young.”

“I, Hermione Rockefeller, demand to see the blueprints for this mall!”

The man gives her a look. “…Alright, I don’t think-” The manager rushes out from the door behind him, whispering in his ear, before running back into the office to resume his meeting. The receptionist’s expression instantly changes. “Right this way, ma’am!”

As they walk to the storage room in the back, Hermione probes the man. “Worker. Has there ever been any stores in this mall themed around detectives?”

He nervously glances at her, quite aware of how close he is to losing his job. “Sorry, ma’am, but I just started, I’m not really sure. I can put in a word with upper management if you want!”

Hermione narrows her eyes. “…No, that’s quite alright.” She looks at his nametag. “Albert.”

The man starts walking faster.

As Hermione thoroughly scans the blueprints, she can’t find it. That [REDACTED]… it’s nowhere to be found. She blinks. Odd. Well… whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway.

As she leaves the store, her groupies surround her. “How was it, Hermione?! Did you get another allowance?”

She raises a hand, and they immediately shut up. “At ease. The business was conducted satisfactorily. Now, it is time to shop. For clothing, specifically.”

The girls’ eyes sparkle.

>Where to? [Popular Brand]? Some other store? How much will you purchase for them?

Ѫ:
>…Let it go.

Lorene stands, hands shaking. “…Dad!”

The man looks over. She can’t see his face, since she’s focused on his shoes.

“I… I’m sorry, dad. I just… I think sometimes things work themselves out-
…I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

It’s silent, for what seems like an eternity. The man walks over.
And pulls her into a tight embrace. “Love you too, Lorene. Be safe out there, okay?”

She hugs him back, then he pulls away.


…The bus ride to the aquarium took a while. It wasn’t necessarily far, maybe ten or fifteen miles, but the public bus system was incredibly inefficient, with tons of stops. Lorene holds the card for Ruth in her hands as she sits on the bench, bumping along the uneven road.

When she finally arrives, Olivia is already waiting for her outside, and starts running for the bus as soon as she sees her through the window.

“Hey! You’re late!”

Lorene smiles at her, putting on a cheerful expression. “I was making the card!”

Olivia scrolls through her phone, scanning through all the things they had planned. “Sure, but we have to line up for the penguin shop before it opens!!! It’s in five minutes! And both of us have to be there, to get one color of each penguin for her surprise gift!!”

“We’d better run, then!”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Olivia looks up, then pauses. “…wait. Lorene. …Are you alright?”

She guessed she wasn’t as good at these masks as she thought she was.

>What do you do?

>>6250925
Sh-she was probably more of an OMEGA WOLF anyways... woulda just dragged the pack down... At least I have my poster... I can let THAT do the talking!
>Set up the poster in the middle of the mall and play some wolf music on my phone (if I have one) to get some recruits!

>>6250927
>The devil wears fur. Let the Uglies guide to stores, but oversee the fashion purchase with a patrician authority and discernment. No miser certainly.
>Finger-snap, disappear the cage illusion for now. Claiming it is advanced technology. The real article is wanted.

sorry guys! posts will probably be in the afternoon, got surprised with a visit!

>>6250981
How DARE you have a life outside of menhera quest. Watch your back.... you've angered THE PACK

χ:
>Set up your recruiting den!

After leaving the arts and crafts store in a very cool and wolf-like manner, Clover goes to try and find an appropriate place to set up shop! As it is slowly getting closer to lunch time, there are more people wandering around, and that meant it was perfect timing for recruitment! Eventually, she finds a bench next to a tree, kinda close to the food court, and decides to plant her flag.

Since there were no poles or sign-posts nearby, she leaves the recruitment poster taped to her shirt. Clover HERSELF would be the sign! And while she only had a cheap plastic cellphone that could barely make calls (Henry didn’t trust her with anything more expensive, hmph!), she could still get it to blast out her ringtone!

As she sets up her phone by the tree, and the wolf-howls start looping, Clover stands proudly on top of the bench, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet until someone comes to check out what cool thing is going on!

After a few minutes, a young couple walks by.

“Awwww, that’s so cute! Are you selling something for a project or fundraiser?”

As the woman looks through her purse for her wallet, Clover simply points at the piece of paper on her chest, continuing to grin and rock back and forth. This was so easy when the sign could do the talking! The man leans forward to read. “Looks like she’s trying to recruit club members, honey. Might be some school event or something.”

“Oh, that’s awesome!” The woman looks up to read the sign too. “It seems like a really cool animal club! Unfortunately, the two of us are probably a little too old to join, haha! Best of luck, okay? Rawr!” The woman does a little grr in support, then the two of them walk off.

Clover grins and just continues to rock back and forth on the balls of her feet, intermittently crouching down to set up the wolf howl loop again.

After some time passes, she unfortunately hears some familiar voices.

“Hey, look, it’s wolf-girl!”
“Oh. My. Gosh. It really is!”
“What is she even doing outside of her containment center?”

The group of mean girls from school that she noticed earlier were approaching.

>Ahhh! What now?!

€:
>Go shopping with the uglies.

Hermione snaps, and her cage illusion dissolves.

“Oh no!”
“Where’d he go?!”
“Hermione, your pet disappeared!”

Hermione clears her throat. “Not to worry. He is simply back home. It’s advanced technology, that you are all extremely privileged to see.”

“Whoa!” The three chime in unison.
“Do we still need to carry the cage around?” Ugly 2 asks.
“…Yes.”

Hermione allows the three uglies to lead the way, and, as she should’ve expected, they head straight for [Popular Brand]. As the three enter the store, Hermione pauses outside for a moment. This… is the first time she’s ever been shopping. Let alone with other people. There was some small strange feeling in her chest. Hm… Probably nothing. Feelings were for peasants, anyway. The girl walks in.

“Awww, that looks so cute on you!”
“Heh heh, you think so?”

Ugly 2 was holding a shirt up against her torso, while Ugly 1 and 3 clapped. Hermione observed. Absolutely abysmal taste, but she supposed it was only natural for the ugly to have no sense of fashion. The shirt looked like a bunch of random paint splatters. It was also being sold for $120.

“Here, Hermione, you should try this one on!”

Ugly 3 hands her a garish pink jacket. After a moment, Hermione reluctantly pulls it on.

“Pfff, sorry, that seems way too out of place. We’ll find something else that fits you!”

A lot of shopping later, each of the uglies are holding a sizable amount of clothes. They had also picked out some things that looked decent enough for Hermione. The total bill was three thousand dollars. While it really wasn’t that much, it was basically her allowance for the week. And about half of what they picked out was quite ugly, to Hermione’s eye. The three uglies look at her with puppy-eyes, though the puppies must have had strokes.

>Buy it all for them anyway, using up her allowance for the week? Or pick and choose?

aaaaaaaaaaaa sorry guys, visit lasted way longer than expected!

3000 bucks weekly seems low considering Hermione’s cha, and therefore ‘I need more money, dad!’ Begging skills

>>6251229
she's never really gone out and spent much actual cash before, she's only ever mostly given out baubles to her lackeys (which don't count against the allowance), or eaten at her family's restaurants, so she's never used more than $3000, hence it was just mostly kept there
you can beg dad for more, though they are planning a big wedding at the moment

>>6251232
If she's not spent any, wouldn't it have just been building up week by week? Ol' entrepreneurial spirit.

>>6251225
>Try out a contest of wills to see if garish choices can be dropped. Citing fashion research done for new illusion debut.
>Purchase what remains.

>>6251224
Oh howls, it's THEM! Well I'm not giving up, not when I'm so close...
>Offer them wolf ears!
If they're jerks,
>SNARL! GNASH TEETH! BITE IF I NEED TO! Wolves never back down from a threat! Fact!

>>6251239
hmmmmmmmm
sure, she likely has some savings, but either way, spending beyond this would mean dipping into them for the sake of the uglies

>>6251248
insta-pass. the uglies are dependent on you, after all, they'd never contradict you

>>6251259
talking to the mean girls, hm?
mind 5 to offer them ears, they're not wolf-like or honorable at all!
mind 3 to confront them/defend the honor of wolves if they try to bully you

Rolled 36, 84 = 120 (2d100)

>>6251302

>>6251372
Go for the throat, lone wolf!

>>6251375
Yes! YES! Or the snout! Biting the snout is also a display of dominance in the pack, did you know that?!

>>6250929

>Olivia knows me too well…
“I’m fine, just had a kinda stressful morning. But I’m happy to be here with you and Ruth. You’re really great friends.”
>Lean in to give her a hug.

Qm, does the illusions produce any light and how small can they be?

χ:
>Defend the wolf-pack’s honor!

As the three girls approach, Clover stops rocking back and forth. The wolf-howl loop ends. The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she prepares for the inevitable confrontation.

>> χ (M5 Mind roll: 36 = Failure) << (Invite the mean girls to the pack.)

For the briefest of moments, she considers inviting them to the pack. Maybe if they just saw how much fun it could be, or how cool it was to be a wolf, they’d understand. But she can’t. For her first pack members to be those three girls… she couldn’t bring herself to do it. They’d reject it and laugh in her face anyway.

“Oh? Why’d the howling stop? Too embarrassed to keep going when we’re around?”

The wolf-girl snarls. Clover didn’t hate anybody, because mom always said hatred darkens the soul, but Evelyn Rivers and her friends were people that she very much did not like. They never went out of their way to mess with her, but whenever they happened to be in the same vicinity, they always made her day worse.

“Well, Clover, if you’re done, why don’t you just go home? You’re being a nuisance to everyone here.” Evelyn leans forward to read the sign on her shirt, and laughs. “Awww, look at that, girls, she’s trying to find some friends!”

The other girls laugh too.

“Have you found any takers, yet? No? Well, don’t worry about it, the only people who’d want to join your ‘pack’ are weirdos and creeps, anyway!”

>> χ (M3 Mind roll: 84 = Success) << (Stand your ground.)

“Go. Away.” Clover’s voice is crystal-clear. “I’m allowed to do what I want.”

“Oh, so the little wolf can talk, huh?” The other girls are taken aback, but Evelyn just shakes her head, smirking. “Can’t you see, Clover? We’re just trying to help you! You have to live in the real world. All this wolf stuff, it’s not healthy! Your parents should have raised you better.”

Hands shaking, Clover stares down at her feet. “…don’t talk bad about mom.”

“Eh? Sorry, what was that? Could you speak up a little?”

“I said. Don’t talk bad about mom.”

Evelyn giggles. “Oh? Yeah? Well, how do you think your mom would feel if she knew her daughter was delusional enough to pretend to be a wolf?”

>…What are you going to do?

€:
>Limit the stupidity.

As Hermione looks over the selections, she slowly returns to her senses. There was no way she was going to spend her prestigious family’s money on inane garbage like some of these choices. It would be beneath them.

“Ahem. This shirt is rather out of fashion. The colors on that jacket clash horribly. The patterns on these pants are quite displeasing. Those shirts can stay.”

The three girls stand up straight. “O-oh, okay!”
“Whatever you say, Hermione!”
“We’ll go return them right away!”

As the three scurry off, Hermione feels another strange feeling for a moment, before it quickly passes once more.

The uglies leave the store smiling, carrying multiple paper bags with clothes, as Hermione follows behind them, allowing them to lead the way.

“ohmigosh, i’m kinda hungry now”
“you know, me too!”
“we should go to the food court!”

On their journey, while the three uglies chatter happily about vapid nonsense, Hermione notices an interesting occurrence off to the side of the walkway up ahead. Evelyn Rivers, one of the key players for her planned meteoric rise next school-year, appeared to be speaking with some low-class commoner standing on a bench. While it could be a good idea to make some contact with her clique now, she also feels inclined to simply continue on her way with the three uglies. Being too desperate for connections placed her in a position of weakness, and perhaps the optimal path would be to pretend she never saw them at all.

>What will you do?

Ѫ:
>I’m fine.

Lorene pulls in her friend for a quick hug. “I’m okay, Olivia, just had a stressful morning. I’m glad to be here with you and Ruth.”

Olivia allows herself to be hugged. “…Hm. Fine. We’ll leave it at that for now. Let’s go grab those penguin plushies before they run out!”

The two run for the aquarium gift shop, shuffling into the line a minute before the store opens. The first hundred people get a free limited-edition penguin plush, and Ruth loved penguins. When the doors open, the mob of people flood in like a tsunami, with Olivia practically at the fore. After an aggressive amount of shoving and squeezing through, she somehow managed to get the two of them from the back of the line to number twenty and twenty-one. The grey and black penguins they hold are proof of it.

As the two sit on the bus, on the way to Ruth’s favorite restaurant for lunch, Olivia runs through the day’s plan for the fifth time. “Alright, so after we eat, we’ll go watch that movie, then after that we force her to try that roller-coaster in the amusement park, walk around with cotton candy, then we end it off with looking at the sunset from the hill we always used to play at!”

Lorene nods along, long-since used to Olivia’s personality.

“Now, the overall plan is still great, but the really key part is making sure we get this first bit right with all the details! We’ve already agreed, we’re giving the plushies and the card during this lunch at the restaurant, but when?! When we finish the meal? When we first see her? Speaking of, how are we even going to greet her? Should we get a table first, so she doesn’t have to wait? She’s a little timid about walking in on her own, so maybe that’s not the best idea. We could either greet her outside, or surprise her as she walks in, what do you think?!”

>What’s the plan??

>>6251442
the illusions cannot produce light, so no, if someone's eyes are closed you can't strobe-flash them into an epileptic episode
they can be small, but you can't blind someone forever by putting a giant block of red right in front of their eyes, it's like a 3d image in space that they can move away from

>>6251586
... Would a pretend wolf... Do THIS!?
>BITE THIS OMEGA!

>>6251609
who knew the first fight in this quest would be with a regular person?!
alright, where you biting, and how hard are you chomping, because shit is aboutta get real interesting

>>6251611
She's LESS than a wolf... I'll bite her ARM. Hard enough to send a message, hopefully not hard enough to bleed. Last time I did that BrothDURRR was so annoying

>>6251588
>Key player? The strange feeling is understood now, it isn't love, but submission the aristocrat craves.
>Order lackeys to fall on Hermione with the authority of a colonel ancestor.
>Approach, Rivers will break before a Rockefeller. Weave a bit of magic to make countenance all the more authoritative.

>>6251614
mind 2 roll to not go overboard!

>>6251615
yeah the strange feelings she's been having when doing normal girl stuff or when her uglies feel bad and do everything she says without question are definitely both just a love for domination!

>>6251614
Why not face?

>>6251618
Could be multiple stuff honestly, there's a lot of cognitive dissonance going in with her thoughts based on what you've written so far. That or the neurochemistry is fucked because gramps married his niece.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>6251619
She is no wolf. She is less than wolf. She is, and may wolfkind forgive me for uttering it:

Human....
>>6251618
Should have listened to the growls, CUB!

>>6251622
thank fuck

>>6251621
that second feeling was more like a small pang in the chest while watching them go off, different than the first one :3
also you just saw wolf-girl lunge at and bite evelyn, what are you gonna do

>>6251627
Start live streaming and lie that Rivers called Wolf-Girl a slur. Make it look like Rivers is the one really laying into helpless Wolf-Girl using magic.

Hermione's getting a head start pushing people off the social ladder.

>>6251629
alright this is currently a mind 6 roll, aka unreachable with hermione's current mindset

she'd be:
defending some random commoner she doesn't know, for no discernible reason or benefit to herself
sabotaging her plan to use evelyn to rise through the ranks (evelyn has many friends, and if hermione makes her an enemy, a significant portion of the school will inherently be biased against hermione no matter what)
she literally just saw commoner peasant wolf-girl go and bite evelyn, knowing nothing of what happened beforehand
commoner peasants should know their place beneath those more worthy

>>6251633
Okay that makes sense. A more subtle approach, maybe, but I'll need some clarification first.
What is the extent of Hermione's plans anyways? Like who she consider to make a friend or push down or both? It seems to me that she did label popular girls as whores in her intro profile willing to make them look unattractive so a ball of envy she is.
>commoner peasants should know their place beneath those more worthy
Does that include her using them to drop perceived one-sided rivals?

>>6251637
hermione does want to be at the top of the world, but she wants to be THE popular girl, with all the popular girls liking and flocking around her. hence she wants evelyn to like her, both because evelyn liking her means a lot of other people in the school will also respect her, but also because evelyn is high-class in the school hierarchy, so evelyn looking up at hermione and liking her means that hermione is even higher class
admiration is what she is after, hence her wish
she might use commoners to socially assassinate rivals, but really, she wants her potential "rivals" to all look up to her and respect her

also since she's obsessed with status, she really does not give a fuck what commoners think, in fact, she looks down on people who fraternize with them and thinks people who are liked by the commoners are commoners themselves
the only opinions that matter are those of high-class individuals

>>6251640
>admiration is what she is after, hence her wish
>she wants her potential "rivals" to all look up to her and respect her
Ain't no fear type of respect? I can work with this mindset tho. Less gangster.

>>6251645
I read it more as obsessed that she'd do anything to achieve status no matter whose opinion's or hypocritical.

Ordering the lackeys to pull wolf-girl off. Does that fit her mindset? Being seen as a decisive hero?

>>6251648
helena was already the (attempted) gangster after all, with her desire for fear and control
ordering the uglies to help evelyn and pull wolf-girl off would definitely fit with her mindset, in fact, it'd help further her plans even more since evelyn would see her as her savior

>>6251653
>Order Uglies to pull off Wolf-Girl from Rivers. Hermione will deal with her soon.
>Give a handkerchief to Rivers for the bleeding.

I just got to survive long enough for a character arc through with Clover then we can mess people up and cover it up. Or have Hermione do some serious olympic mental gymnastics repeatedly.

χ:
>…

The air is tense. No words are spoken.

Clover can hear her heart pounding louder and louder in her chest. Her hands clench into fists.

Hurting people was bad. Never hurt other people. Hurting other people makes them feel sad. Hurting other people makes them feel scared. If you disagree with someone, just talk it out. Never hurt other people.

Her heartbeat is drowning out everything.

…If hurting people was bad, then why were they hurting her?

>> χ (M2 Mind roll: 82 = Success) << (Remember your brother.)

The only thing Clover remembers is a flash of red, then suddenly she was on top of that girl, limbs thrashing around, distant screams, and her jaw open wide, about to bite down through the perfect skin of that girl’s shoulder. She’d show her. She was strong now, extremely strong. She could do it. She’d show her what happened when you messed with her too much. She’d show her what happened when you insulted mom.

Her heartbeat was loud, oh so loud.

…As her teeth ripped through skin, the only thing that stopped her from going through bone was Henry.

All of a sudden, the world was clear again. Clover could hear everything. Evelyn’s terrified screams. The other two scrambling away, calling for help. The sounds of footsteps running toward them.

She could hear the sounds of her own sobbing as her tears fell onto the cold tile floor.

She slowly lets go, staring at her shaking hands through her blurred vision. Then, she’s roughly pulled away by multiple people.

“Evelyn, are you alright?!”
“Samantha’s gonna get the first-aid kit!”
“…Here. Rivers. Use this handkerchief.”

The world was spinning. Too many things were happening at once.

Thrown to the side, Clover just curls up into a ball and begins to cry.

>No action for now.

€:
>Help Evelyn.

Hermione dabs at Evelyn’s wound with her handkerchief as the girl sobs, hugging her tightly, shaking. The bite went fairly deep. It almost seemed like it’d been from a wild animal.

“…Thank you, Hermione, thank you so much…” The girl is terrified. “Please don’t let go, please…” She’s muttering apologies and thanks in a loop, clearly in shock.

“Shh. It’s alright, Rivers. I won’t let go. You’re okay now.” Hermione rubs her back gently, as she continues to clean the wound with the handkerchief. “Help is on the way.”

“Thank you… thank you so much…”

Eventually, someone returns with the first aid kit, and Hermione steps away. She exhales. This was why one should never interact with commoners. You never knew what those barbaric peasants would do.

Her entrance had been a resounding success. The uglies had performed admirably in their task, and Hermione was the grand hero. Even now, Evelyn is glancing at her with grateful eyes, before being taken away to have her wound more closely examined. Hermione could hardly hold back her smile. What a fortunate set of events. The next school-year was already looking to be quite promising, indeed. A marvelous happenstance.

Her attention turns to the commoner on the floor. Evelyn’s attacker is sobbing, hugging her knees tightly as she lays curled up on the tile floor. Tch. Disgusting.

>What now?

shit got a bit real
...i suppose it was to be expected with menheras after all

>>6251770
Gotta say, QM, only a few posts and I'm already totally invested. Good shit, keep it up!

>>6251589

>What’s the plan??

Let’s reserve a table ahead of time but meet Ruth outside, really give her the VIP treatment. And let’s set up the penguins on the table holding the card between them!
>Does Olivia like this plan? Is she the leader of the group?

I didn’t check the timestamps until I was already done, maybe you can use her somewhere?

Name: Mary-Anne Parker
Characteristics: glasses-wearing dork with messy brown hair, made her wish the night before an english exam (she failed)

“I wish I knew all the words in the dictionary!”

£ Physical Affinity: 3
λ Magical Affinity: 2
彡 Dexterity: 7
メ Perception: 5
⸫ Wisdom: 3
π Intelligence: 1
ღ Charisma: 4
φ Mind: 6
Ω Constitution: 4

>>6251763
>Is this beast still a threat? Look at the hands. Perhaps the cage is needed.
>Call the family security detail to come here.

>>6251838
what do you want security to do with her?

>>6251862
Take Wolf-Girl away, Hermione dgaf. Accompany Rivers to the Hospital. Bites are bad.

Does hermione notice magic signal coming from Wolf-Girl? That might change things

>>6251864
she sees the ring

>>6251868
Somewhere secure then. Somewhere that Hermione can talk to a fellow Fortunate privately.

Have to send Uglies home.

Ѫ:
>Give Ruth the VIP treatment.

Olivia’s eyes sparkle. “That’s genius, Lorene! If we just explain to the restaurant that it’s Ruth’s birthday, they’ll let us do that for sure!”

Lorene had a little smugness in her smile. Olivia wasn’t the only one good at planning these things!

When Ruth arrives at the restaurant, dropped off by her mom, Lorene and Olivia are ready and waiting.

“u-um, hi guys…!”

“Ruth!!!”

Olivia rushes forward and hugs her, nuzzling her cheek against her hair, while Lorene walks at a more reasonable pace behind, a cheerful grin on her face. “Hi, Ruth. We already reserved a table, so let’s head on in!”

Ruth looks down and smiles bashfully. “…thanks you two… you’re the best.”

When the two of them reveal the table with happy birthday cheers, she almost looks like she’s about to cry.

As the food is brought out, and Olivia chatters on and on endlessly while Ruth happily nods along, Lorene can’t help but think that this is the way life was always meant to be. There were no mind-games, no debts, no worries about what would happen next. It was just genuine and pure.

Eventually, it’s time for cake. Olivia places a candle in the center of the singular slice, which the three of them will share.

“Alright, Ruth, make a wish!!”

The birthday-girl is about to close her eyes, then she looks at the two of them. “y-you guys should make wishes too…! let’s blow out the candle together…!”

“That’s a great idea!” Olivia throws an arm around Lorene’s shoulder and pulls her in. “Alright guys, on the count of three! One. Two!”

Lorene stares at the flickering flame.

>…A wish, huh…

€:
>Ensure the beast isn’t a threat.

Hermione gives the girl a look-over to determine if she’s still dangerous. A headband with animal ears and some sort of false tail… perhaps she was clinically insane? Perhaps she truly believed she were an animal? It’d explain the biting.

As she looks over the girl’s hands to make sure she isn’t carrying any sort of weapons, Hermione notices something interesting. Something very interesting. Extremely interesting, in fact. She can hardly hold back her laughter. It was almost unthinkable! This girl… she was wearing a very particular ring.

“wow, you were so cool Hermione!”
“yeah, the way you took charge was awesome!”
“you always stay so level-headed!”

“Quiet.” For once, the uglies’ chattering was distracting her from something extremely important. So, this beast, this commoner… she was a magical girl too. Hermione immediately pulls out her phone and makes a call. “Security. There’s a girl that needs to be detained.”

The response is quick and professional. “Right away, ma’am. We’re on the way.”

Not even thirty seconds later, two dark-suited men appear, and begin to drag the teary-eyed peasant away. If they’d taken much longer, they wouldn’t exactly be fit to be her security detail, after all.

“Girls. Our outing is finished. It’s time for you to return home.”

“whaaaat?!”
“what’s going on, Hermione?”
“what about all the clothes we bought?”
“where are you going?”
“do you want the cage back?”
“um… we don’t have a ride, since you’re the one who picked us up and drove us here…”

>These trivialities are becoming annoying. What’s the plan?

χ:

“Alright, on your feet.”

Clover listlessly follows the man’s instructions. She didn’t know what to do anymore. She just wanted to go home.

Their footsteps tap on the tile floor.

Henry was right. She was an autist. She was a dumbass. She always messed up. She never did anything right. Now she was going to have to go to jail or something. And Henry would just look at her quietly, with those disappointed eyes. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Clover can still taste blood in her mouth.

They push through a set of doors.

The sun, high in the sky, causes the girl to blink as they begin walking through the mall parking lot. That’s when she notices that something feels very wrong.

Clover had always been an observant girl. Most wouldn’t expect it of her, but she was good at picking out details no one else seemed to see. Especially when things were getting dangerous. These guys… they’re not police officers. They’re wearing non-descript suits, with no badges in sight. Her phone is still in the mall, by the potted plant. The three of them were headed to an unmarked black vehicle, on the other side of the parking lot.

…If she got into that car, she wouldn’t be able to contact anyone. No one knows where she is. Henry doesn’t know where she is. He wouldn’t know where to look. He would just get home and find an empty room.

The men continue pulling her closer and closer to that vehicle. Clover swallows.

>…?

i gotta say, FUCK waging. lmao
also i'm bad with compliments, but i will try my best

>>6251777
olivia would say that all three of them are leaders, of course

>>6251834
we shall see
also after all these mind rolls so far, now we're seeing the value of pumpin mind :P

>>6252091
It's a long shot, but...
>SCREAM FOR HELP FROM THE NEIGHBORHOOD DOGS!
If I recall correctly I can talk to them... otherwise
>Use that magical girl strength/speed to steal the car

>>6252090
>Another call. A driver, taking all three and clothes home, plus cage. Hermione will see them off.
>Ask witnesses who the hell is biter anyways.

Can I eyeball my gem real quick?

>>6252114
sure
just some small flecks of black

>>6251772
thank you very much!

>>6252097
Whoops, the post I replied to disappeared! Spooky!
>>6252099
Here's my devious plan

>>6252082
I wish that everything will end up okay for all of us…

>>6252167
You're going to beat up the suits and steal the car? Honestly, if you can get that car moving and not crash with wolf brains that'd be something.
>>6252171
Good thing you folks didn't go to the mall, eh?

>>6252173
If you're gonna catch an Alpha, better bring an ARMY

>>6252099
say you manage to get away
where are you going to run to? or will you let clover's instincts decide

>>6252200
A clever wolf never leads a hunter to their den! Clover shall lead them on a merry chase through THE WOODS IN THE PARK! Kids go missing in there all the time!

>>6252201
Whoops, or rather drive to the park and dash off into the woods. Awoo.

>>6252382
int 3 to start the car, int 5 to drive it well (insta-fail)

>>6252382
>>6252522
actually, wait. now that i look over your proposed actions again, it's an int 7 to start the car, so an insta-fail. no need to roll

χ:
>Call for help.

“h-help me…”

Clover’s eyes are wide with fear.

“HEEEEELPPP!!!!!” Her voice projects over the entire parking lot, scattering the birds above.

“Fuck!” The two men grab her arms more tightly and begin to quickly pull her toward the vehicle. “We’re not even supposed to have to do this shit, but I don’t want to lose my fucking job!”

In the distance, she hears a bark. …Then, she hears multiple.

“W-what the fuck?!”

A pack of dogs swarm the two men, and Clover takes the chance to break away. She runs straight for the black vehicle, and jumps through, shattering the window and rolling into the driver’s seat like someone super cool.

>> χ (M7 Intelligence roll: Automatic failure) << (Start the car!!! Without any keys!!!!)

As Clover stares down at the steering wheel and all the controls, she realizes she has no idea what she’s doing. She mashes on all the buttons desperately, but nothing is turning on. That’s when she remembers that cars need keys to turn on. The wolf-girl panics and jumps out the other window, shattering it and sending even more glass flying everywhere.

She runs. She runs far, far away. Eventually, the girl comes to a stop. Surrounded by the natural beauty of the forested park, she realizes that no one is chasing her anymore. She finds a little hollow underneath a tree and crawls in.

As Clover sits, watching the blades of grass blow in the summer breeze, the wolf-girl just curls up into a ball and thinks.

>Clover will be hiding away until evening.

€:
>Send the girls on their way, and begin looking into that peasant.

“okaaaaay! see you later, hermione!”
“bye bye!!!”
“take care!”

Hermione waves the three uglies off, the absolute picture of an elegant and refined lady, as her chauffeur drives them back to their paltry family homes. Simple solutions were often the best. Now, for her investigation.

At this point, most of the crowd has dispersed. There was nothing more to see, after all. Evelyn was taken away for treatment, the beast was detained. In addition to that, most knew almost nothing of what had happened. They were simply bystanders that happened to be in the area.

Her questioning, however, was not entirely fruitless. From one of her classmates, she was able to get a single name. Clover Beets.

Her phone buzzes. She glances at the caller ID, before immediately picking up.

“…Hello, father.”

“Hermione. Return home, and get dressed. We’ll be hosting an impromptu party for your sister tonight, in anticipation of her upcoming farewell. We expect you to be ready by six.”

“…Yes, father.”

The man hangs up.

Hermione takes a deep breath, exhaling forcefully, before putting her phone back into her pocket and heading for the mall’s parking lot.

>Hermione will be busy getting ready for this evening’s event.

Ѫ:
>Make a wish.

Lorene closes her eyes, and blows.

…She prayed her wish would come true.

“…Alright, let’s dig in!”

Olivia begins measuring out how to divide the cake evenly with some strange eyeballing with the plastic utensils. Ruth looks at the two of you nervously.

“w-what did you guys wish for?”

Olivia closes one eye as she tries to line up the perfect cut. “Silly Ruth, if we tell each other, they won’t come true!”

“o-oh yeah…” Ruth looks down at her hands, fidgeting shyly. “i-i hope you guys wished for the same thing i did…”

Lorene glances at Olivia, before taking Ruth’s hand with a smile. “I do too.”

>Lorene will be having fun until this evening!

The sun is setting. Shadows begin to lengthen on the streets, as the city slowly quiets down after a long, productive day. The world is cast in a burnt auburn glow. Evening has come.

χ Clover Beets χ

“…hi dad. i’m home.”

The man doesn’t respond. He’s still passed out on the couch, though there are a few more beer bottles scattered around.

Clover pulls off her shoes and puts them on the shoe-rack. It seemed like her brother wasn’t back from work yet. His shoes weren’t there.

The girl sits at the dinner table in her usual chair, stretching her arms before resting her forehead on the hard wood. “…haaaaaaaah.” She turns. Mom’s chair was still there. Even though the only ones who still sat at the table were her and Henry.

Her stomach grumbles. The only thing she’d had to fuel her all day was that bowl of cereal in the morning. She wanted to grab something to eat, but she wasn’t supposed to snack before dinner. All she could do was wait.

She puts her hand into her pocket, and feels a crumpled piece of paper. She pulls it out. It was her bad luck charm, for Henry. …The thing had really been too effective. The frowny face stares back at her silently.

>…What do you want to do with it?

€ Hermione Rockefeller €

Hermione stood, still as stone, as her maids fixed her hair and adjusted her dress. The Rockefeller family was known for perfection in their grand parties. Not a single hair could be out of place, even for smaller occasions.

The maids bow, and take their leave. She was ready.

Hermione’s parents were generally laid-back. As the younger sister, she was largely free to do as she pleased, excepting particularly idiotic actions, of course. There were a few things they were particular about, social events being one of them, but her life, in general, was nice. The majority of the burdens that came with being a daughter of the Rockefellers fell on her older sister.

In two weeks, Aurelia Rockefeller would be meeting her future husband for the first time. In three, she’d be marrying him.

While the situation sounded like fertile grounds for a poetic tragedy, the likes of Romeo and Juliet, the truth was that things weren’t that bad. Her sister never really had any crushes, nor any childhood sweethearts to reminisce on. The man wasn’t that much older than her, and he seemed decent enough. It was all just an uneventful affair in the grand world the Rockefellers lived in. Commonplace, with no real scandals.

Hermione’s shoes clack against the marble floor of the entry hall. The party was due to begin in forty-five minutes, but for perfection to be maintained, everything had to be ready well ahead of time. Off in the corner, she notices her older sister with a furrowed brow, staring down at the speech she was supposed to memorize.

>What would you like to do?

Ѫ Lorene Lovelace Ѫ

Lorene sighs, as she takes in the scenery around her. The day had truly been perfect. Huddling together during a particularly tense scene in the movie, screaming at the tops of their lungs as the roller-coaster sped down a hill, nibbling on cotton candy as they tried various carnival games at the amusement park, Lorene wouldn’t trade away a single one of those memories for anything.

The three of them lay back on the grassy slope, watching the clouds lazily float by in the burnt orange sky.

“Happy birthday, Ruth.”

Olivia’s voice is subdued, yet satisfied.

“…thanks guys…” Ruth is staring at the sky too. “i hope we all stay friends forever…”

“…We will. I’ll make sure of it.” Lorene’s response is firm.

The three of them lay in silence for a long while, before Olivia sits up. “Alright. …Lorene. What’s going on?”

Lorene remains quiet, as Ruth looks back and forth between the two of them, confused.

“Lorene. We’re your friends, you know. You can talk to us about anything. Maybe we’ll be able to help.”

>…What do you say?

>>6252552
>Time flies. Text a name and description of the dog caller for security to look into. Hopefully, they're better at investigating than detaining catatonics. That weasel needs to be found.
>Examine sis' speech.

>>6252551
... Thinking of BrothD-

... Big Bro really helped her today, even if he was mad in those thoughts...
>Rip the charm up and clean up some of dad's empty bottles.

>>6252553
>...I guess it's fine to share a little bit.
It's nothing new really...my parents are still having some financial troubles and I really thought that I could help... My dad told me that I'm too young to worry about it. I guess he's right. I don't want you to worry about me. But...I really appreciate you both always looking out for me. You two are the best friends anyone could ask for.

€:
>Check on your sister.

Hermione pulls out her phone from the small purse around her wrist, checking on the status of the investigation. No reply, as of yet. She supposed it was to be expected. The security team was busy screening every guest on the invite list and preparing for the event, after all. They had a long night ahead of them, especially now that two of their most promising hires had been let go earlier this afternoon.

Hermione looks up, glancing at her sister. It seemed she hadn’t noticed her yet. Hermione focuses on her phone, pretending to tap on it nonchalantly as she approaches her older sibling. “…My dear sister. What might you be preparing?”

Aurelia looks up from her paper, and beams when she sees her. Hermione looks even more intently at the settings screen for her phone. “Hermione! You look beautiful!” On instinct, the young woman reaches out to hug her little sister tightly, but stops herself. Messing up both of their outfits would be improper. “I’m not doing anything much, just making sure I have my introductory speech ready. How was your day with your friends, Hermione?”

“…It was fine, dear sister.” Hermione puts away her phone, before holding out her hand, still not making eye contact. “Let me take a look.”

“Sure!”

Hermione scans the page. It was clearly written by her father, or some other family aide. It started with the traditional remarks, then went into how excited her older sister was to be marrying, how she’d looked forward to marriage since she was a child, and a deep hope that all the guests would be there for the ceremony. In short, it was vomit. It didn’t sound much like her older sister at all.

Hermione glances at her sister. If there was any amount of discontent, it wasn’t visible on her face.

>Do you want to say anything?

>>6252628
Wisdom? Sis’ psyche?

>>6252633
let's goooooo, hidden mechanic 1
m3 wisdom check for her basic emotions, m6 wisdom check for the full dump on what she thinks of the wedding

>>6252635
Lower since familiar and not serious setting?

>>6252638
sure, the wedding dump can be m5, the basic emotion check can be m2

>>6252640
Sis open and kind person?

>>6252642
a bit of a spoiler, but she never wants to seem unhappy in front of her little sister, so we're stuck where we are

Rolled 10, 100 = 110 (2d100)

>>6252643
Ok, inbred brain is a go!

>>6252644
damn
i did not expect that lmao

alright, you have no idea what she's feeling right now, but based off how long you've known your sister, and observing her over the past few weeks after the whole wedding thing became a possibility/brought to light, this is what you can surmise
ultimately, aurelia is okay with being married off. she sees it as her duty, both as a member of the rockefeller family, and as your older sister. she believes that by doing so, and following the instructions of her parents, she can win hermione more freedom to do what she wants with her life. deep down, aurelia does kinda wish life would be like those romance novels, with a dashing prince to sweep her off her feet, but she knows that's not realistic, even if she weren't the heiress to the rockefeller family anyway. she doesn't know anything about the guy, but she's not inherently opposed.

>>6252645
100. Give me more? Would she be swept up enough to give it all up for a dashing guy?

>>6252647
she has never met a guy that would make her willing to drop everything and run off with him, no
she doesn't really believe such a guy exists in this world, hence she sees it as just a childish fantasy

>>6252648
Hermione freedom? How so?

>>6252649
being a rockefeller comes with certain responsibilities. aurelia believes that if she can shoulder most, if not all of them, hermione can do what she wants with her life without having to worry about those responsibilities. responsibilities such as having to be one of the spokespersons for the family, having to always be prepared for interviews and questioning, marrying someone important so that the family line can remain prestigious. she would like hermione to be able to meet a guy she likes and marry him. as long as the guy isn't obviously bad, or taking advantage of hermione, of course.

>>6252654
Correct me if I'm wrong, but Hermione totally would want the heiress position and all its trappings wouldn't she?

>>6252657
she is jealous of the fact that her sister always seems to be in the spotlight and is going to be the heiress, yes. she's not really aware of what all the entailed responsibilities are for such a position, since aurelia takes care of most of it behind the scenes so her sister won't have to know.

>>6252658
I'm surprised the inbred brain despite its deficines wouldn't have sussed out all the responsibilities.
>>6252628
>Annoyance, use Hermione's brain to rewrite the speech to flow better.
>Make sis aware that Hermione knows her whole psychofuckingprofile, using magic to illustrate with shadow puppets on the floor.

So many magic tricks, even if it will doom me in the end.

>>6252659
aurelia is a rockefeller too. she's decently good at hiding things. hermione is aware of the obvious responsibilities, but the true depths she's unaware simply because her sister never lets any evidence of it show
insta-pass revising the speech
m1 mind to use magic in front of your sister. hermione kinda likes keeping it as a hidden trump card in her back pocket, but mocking her sister is a good use of it in her eyes.

>>6252662
Why didn’t making kyubey appear and disappear prompt a mind roll? Or was that just patrician arrogance?
>mocking
Yea Hermione is terrible. Can we include contract scene as well?

>>6252664
the uglies are close to worthless in hermione's eyes, she doesn't care what they know or don't know, while aurelia she actually does somewhat acknowledge as an intelligent human being
what do you mean, do you want a little omake about hermione making her contract at some point?

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>6252666
No omake, just as part of the shadow puppets.

>>6252667
oh, damn, so you're wanting to just completely reveal to your sister that you're a magical girl? that's a mind 5 or 6 roll, hermione actually has no reason to show such a thing, as it'd just be revealing more of what she's capable of for no benefit to her at all. she's also sure her sister isn't a magical girl, and doing this reveal runs the decent possibility of her sister pitying her, thinking she's living in some delusional fantasy, and hermione hates being looked down on more than anything

>>6252670
No go on that shady scene then. Just gaslighting shadows. Do I need to roll again?

>>6252677
nah you're fine, you passed

χ:
>Help clean up the house.

Clover stares at the crumpled charm. Then, she rips it up into tiny pieces, and throws it away. No one needed that thing anymore.

She stands up from the dinner table and looks over the living room. It was a bit of a mess. Beer bottles were strewn over the floor, a few spills and stains here and there. Dad had knocked the lamp over at some point in the day, and the lightbulb was broken. Henry was the one who did all the cooking, so she decided she’d be the one to clean up the living room tonight.

The wolf-girl pulls on some gloves, grabs a trash-bag from the pantry, and begins to work. First, she picked up the bottles, dumping any residual liquid down the sink. Then, she takes out the broken lightbulb, sweeping up all the glass shards. As she works, she makes sure she doesn’t disturb dad. Both of them never wanted to disturb dad.

As she scrubs at the stains on the floor using a mixture of random cleaning products she found under the sink, she hears the front door open.

“I’m home.”

It was her brother’s familiar, deadpan voice.
…She had to admit she was glad to hear it.

As Henry walks in, he briefly pauses when he notices the wolf-girl diligently scrubbing away. Then he continues into the kitchen, setting down his stuff and going to his room to take off his uniform.

When Clover finishes, she puts back all the supplies, takes off the gloves, washes her hands, then sits in her seat, kicking her legs as she patiently waits. Henry re-emerges from his room, then pauses again.

thunk

Henry puts Clover’s cellphone down on the table in front of her. Clover stares at it. He moves to sit in the chair across from her.

“…Alright. What happened.”

…She can’t bring herself to look at his face.

>…

>>6252694
Th-the phone! W-well... well a wise wolf knows better than to blindly trot into an open field...
>Try to see what Big Bro knows before spilling the beans... maybe something along the lines of "My PHONE! Where did you find it???"
And if he knows about the whole biting episode, well...
>Tell him she was saying mean stuff about mom and that afterwards some weird men tried to shove me into a car and take me somewhere! They weren't police, either, probably! I barely escaped!

Ѫ:
>Talk to your friends.

Lorene sits up too. “…It’s nothing, really. Nothing new. We’re still having financial troubles, and I… I thought I could help. My dad told me I was too young to worry about it. He’s probably right.” She puts on a shaky smile. “But… don’t worry about me. I really appreciate you both always looking out and having my back. You two are the best friends-”

“Cut the crap, Lorene. If you’re not fine, don’t pretend you are.” Olivia flicks the side of her head. Lorene rubs at it. Ruth sits up, too. “So, it sounds like your dad is being a dumbass.”

“It’s… in a way, yes.” Lorene rubs at her elbow. “He’s just too good of a person.”

“Being a good person doesn’t make someone less of a dumbass.” Olivia puts a hand to her chin, thinking. Ruth just listens. “You’ve got a level head on your shoulders, Lorene. I think if you just explain yourself, your dad will understand and let you help out.”

Lorene stares down at her hands in her lap. “…what if I can’t?”

“…Can’t what? Explain yourself?”

Her hands curl into fists. She doesn’t respond.

“… i…” Olivia and Lorene both turn to Ruth. She’s staring at Lorene, a determined look on her face. “…i think that you should try. sometimes… there are things that need to be said, no matter what.”

Olivia nods. “Ruth’s right. If someone’s being dumb, you tell them. If there’s something you want to say, you need to say it.”

Lorene looks down, hiding her eyes. “…Thanks guys. I mean it.”

Olivia scoffs, before standing up. “That’s what friends are for.” She extends her hands to help the both of them up. She brushes off Lorene’s shoulder, then looks her in the eyes. “Lorene. Tomorrow, I expect a good report on how the conversation went, okay?”

“…me too.” Ruth’s voice is firm.

Lorene smiles. “Alright.”

>…It’s getting late. Is there anything you want to do with them before walking home?

working from home today, so i got a little more time! i still have work to do, though, so don't get your hopes up too much

also damn we're about to have three serious conversations goin on at once, hopefully it's not too much for you guys

€:
>Revise your sister’s speech.
>…Reveal to her you know exactly what’s going on.

Hermione reads over the speech again, then pulls out a pen from her purse. Aurelia silently watches. The girl reorganizes the speech, underlining certain words for emphasis, moving sections around for a more coherent message. When she’s done, she returns it to her older sister. “There, dear sister. That mess of words should more clearly express how much you’re looking forward to the wedding now.”

Aurelia gives it a read, before looking back up with a cheerful smile. “Thanks, Hermione! I really appreciate it! It really does flow a lot smoother now!”

“It is of no consequence, dear sister. Merely a familial obligation.” Hermione steps away, about to leave her sister to her responsibilities, when she stops. “…Aurelia.”

“Yes, Hermione?” That smile was too pure.

“…I know exactly what’s going on.”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

Hermione smiles. She faces her sister head-on. “I know you, dear sister.”

The girl tilts her head, confused. “That’s good! I think I know you, too?”

Hermione giggles. “This marriage… it’s simply a duty that the prestigious heiress to the Rockefeller family must fulfill, no? You have no great joy for the obligation, you simply do as you’re instructed.”

Aurelia remains silent.

Hermione gestures to the wall. Framed in the evening light shining through the tall windows above, a shadowy silhouette of a girl sitting properly in a chair, back straight, hands in her lap, appears. “A girl with no desires of her own. A prim and proper heiress, flawless on every front. The perfect image of the Rockefeller line. However.” She waves her hand, and another silhouette appears. “…I know the truth, dear sister.”

A shadowy man with tousled locks and a crown kneels before the chair.

“I know those forbidden dreams of yours, dear sister. Those childish fantasies you’ve always tried to discard. Deep down, you’d like someone to save you, no? A handsome prince, to sweep you off your feet, and take you away from this glamorous world.”

The man takes the girl’s hand, then picks her up, placing her on a horse. The two ride off together, to lands unknown.

“How improper! How impure! Mother always said those romance novels you’d read when you were young would corrupt your mind, and how right she was!” Hermione laughs. “You’re not who you pretend to be, Aurelia, no matter how much you may wish it was the case. You’re nothing more than another dreaming girl, unfit for the position you were born to take.”

The girl doesn’t say a word.

“…If ever the duties of being an heiress become too much to bear, you’re always free to relinquish them. I would be more than happy to take them up.” Hermione stares at her sister, satisfied with her work. Then, she turns away, to leave the young woman alone with her thoughts.

“…I can’t do that Hermione.”

The girl glances back for a brief moment. Aurelia is staring down at the floor with a sad smile.

“I can’t let you take up that responsibility.”

…Tch. Hermione turns, and continues walking away, her shoes clacking against the cold marble floor.

>Would you like to prepare any plans for the upcoming party?

χ:
>Talk about what happened.

“…w-where did you find it?”

The words hang in the air for a moment. Henry sighs. “I got a call from the police while I was at work.”

…Oh.

“They said some crazed girl bit someone. The name they got from the victim was Clover Beets.”

Clover looks down at her hands. The clock on the wall softly ticks behind her.

“So. I’ll ask you again. What happened?”

Her hands shake. “I… They…” She swallows. “…they were saying mean things about mom.”
Henry doesn’t say anything.

“I-I know it was wrong, but-!” Clover pauses. …but? Was there any but? Was there anything that justified what she did? “…But I lost control of myself.”

“…Clover.” She looks up, a little scared. It was that same face again. Henry just stares at her with disappointment in his eyes. “…People only have as much power over you as you let them. Ultimately, you’re the one in control of your actions.”

“…okay.”

Henry exhales, running a hand through his hair. “After it all happened, why did you run? The officers said you were nowhere to be found at the scene.”

“O-oh, that. That! Some weird suited men tried to take me, and shove me in a car! They weren’t police! They really weren’t! I barely escaped!”

Henry looks at her in disbelief, but Clover’s earnest expression doesn’t change. His skepticism slowly fades. “…That sounds dangerous.” He glances out the window. The sun was just setting on their normal neighborhood outside. “I’m glad you got away.”

“…yeah.”

Henry wordlessly gets up to cook dinner. After a moment, Clover stands too, to help him out. He glances at her. “…By the way. The police aren’t going to be investigating anymore. After I had a chat with the girl, she decided to drop all charges.”

Clover looks at her feet. “…that’s good.”

Dinner was an uneventful affair. It was their usual meal, of chicken and broccoli. After Clover finishes washing the dishes, she sits back down across from her brother, staring at him anxiously.

“…I plugged the router back in. You can go play whatever you want.”

He’s just staring down at the dark wood of the dinner table. It seemed like he was going to be there for a while.

>…What would you like to do with your evening?

>>6252887
>HIDDEN MECHANIC: DEDUCE WHAT BRO IS THINKING!
also
>Give him a big hug, thanks, and tell him I'm so happy he's... a part of my pack...
>Wag battery-operated tail
As for the rest of the night, well... I kinda want to get some fresh air after this. Question for the QM: do we need to actively hunt witches, or will they just come up? If yes, then:
>Turn on WOLF QUEST ONLINE nice and loud, then head out to HUNT
If no:
>Head online and try to find out what the HOWL happened at the mall... those weren't police, I'm PAWsitive...
And in the spirit of pissing you off and making you write for hours:
>Check Soul Gem

>>6252892
let's goooo, this mechanic is awesome
m2 wisdom roll to deduce what he's currently thinking. henry thinks he's good at hiding things, but his sister knows him too well.
about witches: not to worry, the gears of [plot] are slowly turning on their own. you don't need to actively hunt them. but, if you'd like to go outside and feel the night breeze anyway, you're welcome to.
as far as your soul gem, you've got a decent amount of darkness, but the majority is still clear

also i will now start only listening to cheery idol music while i'm writing

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>6252893
Maybe I'll feel the breeze on my fur in a bit, but I want to know who those Omegas were at the mall... that situation could have gotten hairy.
Anyways here's the roll

>>6252896
alright, here's the analysis
henry is currently disappointed. not necessarily about clover, though it plays a role, but about himself. he thinks that if he hadn't tried to get clover outside the house by taking away the router, this wouldn't have happened. he's frustrated that he never seems to know the right thing to say or do. he wants to help clover grow as a person, but he feels lost. he thinks it can't be healthy for her to just game all the time, but the one time he tried to get her outside, this happened. he wishes he were as good as mom, or as good as dad back before the accident. his plan is to just sit there, then go to sleep to wake up early tomorrow, and work overtime to make up for the work he missed this afternoon with the whole police thing.

also, int 3 roll for clover to know what to look up other than "weird suit guys at mall"

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>6252897
Damn.... I'm pretty good at reading feelings!
>Rolling for INT!

>>6252900
henry's also kinda bad at actually hiding things, despite what he thinks, and clover's known him her whole life
intelligence roll has been noted

>>6252901
Nah I think it's my WOLF SENSES actually. They're way more fine-tuned than some dumb ole' human's

>>6252875
Less cruel than expected. I thought Hermione would’ve mocked the whole doing it for her sake angle rather than the dream love, as that struck me as more personal. Marriage is marriage. Lovers are allowed as long as public appearances are maintained. I probably should specified a bit more. Meet in the middle of inbred's beliefs eventually.
>Go to the game room. Standing beneath the taxidermied head of a lion which killed grand uncle (too slow on the draw), see if can find magical girl forums. Perhaps Hermione can hire someone.

>>6252951
Include key terms in search: soul gem, kyubey, magic, wish.

χ:
>Go look up those weirdos at the mall!
>…Also give your brother a hug.

Clover looks down at the table too, for a bit, before standing up. She moves to leave for her room, but stops. He’s still just staring at the table silently, lost in thought.

The wolf-girl rushes in to give her brother a big hug. “…thank you, big bro… i’m glad… you’re part of my pack…” Her voice is muffled by her face being pressed into his shirt.

Henry snorts, before hugging her back. He pats her hair. “…Alright, you autist. Go off and play your MMO, or whatever.”

She lingers there for a moment longer, before breaking away. She rushes off to her room. Henry gives a brief half-hearted wave, before returning to staring at the table in silence.

>> χ (M3 Intelligence roll: 63 = Failure) << (Figure out what to look up.)

Clover pulls out her beat-up laptop. She thinks for a second, before pulling up Google. Those guys at the mall had been strange. She needed to get to the bottom of it. She didn’t know if they’d try to show up for her again.

She looks up a lot of things. “weird suit guys at mall”. “weird suit kidnappers”. “weird guys mall”. “suited guys mall weird”. “weird guys not officers wearing suits at mall”. None of them show anything! She leans back in her chair. Agh! How was she gonna get to the bottom of this, when Google didn’t even know the answer! She leans back farther, on the edge of falling, before sitting back forward with a thunk. Those guys… they probably covered their tracks too well. That was why she couldn’t find anything!

Clover scratches her head. Well… whatever. If she couldn’t find out anything about them, she just had to be able to beat them up if they showed up again.

>Now what?

>>6252977
Stupid human invention! Stupid internet! What are you even good FUR? It's true, though--I'd gone easy on them befur... I won't make that mistake if they try that again!
>WOLF QUEST ONLIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEE TIIIIIIIIIIIIIME ^W^ <<<<33333333333

>>6252951
damn bro, and here i was thinking i was going too hard. you're tougher than me! i'll keep that in mind going into the future
also, for aurelia, it's not about having a lover. she's never had any crushes or relationships, after all. she'll be faithful to her marriage, because that's how marriages should be. it's just that a small part of her wishes the situation could be different

€:
>Investigate the phenomenon that is magical girls.

As Hermione’s footsteps echo down immaculately cleaned halls, she thinks. Before today, she’d never met another magical girl. She was beginning to believe there was a possibility that she was the only one. However, now that she knew there were other girls out there… that meant they could be found.

As she enters the game-room, she glances up at the stuffed lion hanging above the desk with the desktop computer. The fireplace crackles to the side. …In the long, distant past, she and her sister would play little games in here, and pretend that the lion was the referee.

She stands at the desk and begins to type. Sitting would introduce the unnecessary risk of disheveling her dress. There was a small amount of time before she had to be ready in the grand hall, so she decided she would spend it fruitfully.

Generic terms, such as magical girl, were pointless. It’d bring up far too many unrelated results. No, the better strategy by far was to utilize unique terms, that only those with knowledge would understand.

The results were largely inconclusive. As she types, she considers whether there was even any point in utilizing the search engine. If magical girls had remained hidden from general society this long, surely they would not be discoverable by ordinary means. Hermione glances at the clock. She would need to leave soon.

>Anything else?

>>6252982
Twas intended to illustrate Hermione's views on marriage. Like a diehard blue-blooded aristocrat, she’s utterly offended by the perception that she’s being done a favor for something she views with the same weight as choosing what to have for brunch.
>>6253034
>Claim one of the congenital illnesses is acting up, making presentability impossible. A particularly nasty recalled one, Hermione ended up locking herself in a room until it passed. Make an illusion of her features and snap a picture as proof to send to her parents. Blood and mucus.
>Type in [REDACTED], maybe that’ll work.

>>6253047
i'm currently thinking mind 7 to lie to/defy your parents

>>6253050
No way a teenager isn't lying/defying parents. That's a hallmark of human nature.

>>6253052
sure, counterarguments.
raised in the rockefeller household
finding out about other magical girls is only tangentially related to hermione's goals
parents are generally lax, but if there's one thing they care about it's these parties. a true heiress would never skip these

>>6253057
Fish market time
>tangentially related
How would magic not aid her goals in countless ways? Magic does the impossible. Get anything.
>rockfeller household
Have they broken spirit into submission? Ambition not nurtured enough to take every step towards the top.
>parents
did they make her present even when sick?
Plus sis is there and wisdom/convo made Hermione ticked off.

just so i don't seem like big bad no-fun qm, the main reason i started out mind 7 is because the lie is so big and involves basically skipping the party entirely

>>6253061
>magic
she already made her wish. outside of maybe wanting to screw over her sister, everything's already going well on the school front. going to the party gives more direct opportunities to screw with her sister if she truly wants to
>rockefeller household
the current investigation isn't urgent. the party is a limited time thing. a true rockefeller would prioritize what needs to be done accordingly
>parents
it's true that they're lax on hermione, but even she knows there are things you don't fuck with, and one of those is parties. it's not that she's scared they'd make her show up even when sick or anything, but they would be disappointed/ticked off that things were thrown out of order.
hermione might be ticked off, but it doesn't necessarily relate to the current investigation

>>6253066
Conceded. 7 just seems crazily high, like renounce family name level.
>Go to party.

>>6252851
I don’t really want this time with them to end. I should have a little bit more time before I get back to my parents.
>If so, invite them to get froyo together.
Not to ruin my appetite……

Extremely late but figured I might as well submit my entry for the fun of it or in case you want to use the character at any time (your wageslaving permitting). I've been lurking for the past few days and will continue to do so

Name: Laura Aedelwulf
Characteristics: 14, 156 cm, 1/8 JP. A tad above average physically and in school but not in any way that stands out. Has no friends but isn't treated any differently for it. Her parents both died fairly recently so she lives alone, but she never has once cried for either of them. Perhaps it was because of their cold unloving demeanors borne from working 996 schedules for every day of her living memory, but the thought that she might be a sociopath is deeply concerning to her. Spends much of her time on the /book/ panel of @board arguing about literature she doesn't understand. Listens to Satie's Gymnopedies and Chopin's Nocturnes as a matter of habit but fails to look beyond them or understand them on any level but superficial.
Wish: to stop being "average"
Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 3
λ Magical Affinity: 7
彡 Dexterity: 5
メ Perception: 6
⸫ Wisdom: 3
π Intelligence: 2
ღ Charisma: 3
φ Mind: 1
Ω Constitution: 4

>>6253119
wow she looks interesting. i can't even imagine how to personify her

>>6253217
I won't lie, I made her with the understanding that she'd witch out sooner rather than later, but my idea for this character is something of a low-IQ pseudo-intellectual glass cannon. Something like an inbred offspring of Mami and Mabayu who inherited all her parents' bad behavioral characteristics.

I'd lol if miharu used her as a soon-to-be-witchified girl within the story

χ:
Clover cracks her knuckles. Finally, after a long day, it was time to kick back and relax with a long night of the greatest game ever invented in the history of man and wolfkind. Her brother heads to his room to get an early night’s sleep, while her father snores away on the couch.

€:
Hermione silently observes as her sister gives a passionate introductory speech to the guests in the grand hall, completely from memory. It was flawless, as usual. If their earlier conversation had disturbed her, not a trace of it could be found in her expressions or her performance. Polite clapping fills the air when she finishes.

She glances at the clock. It was 8 pm. Seven more hours of small-talk and socialization awaited.

Ѫ:
Lorene returns home after a little too much frozen yogurt to find an empty house. The note from her father on the kitchen table states that he and her mother had stepped out to buy something for her, and would be back soon. She decides to patiently wait.

χ € Ѫ
As the day draws to a close, and evening turns to night, the stars can be seen faintly twinkling in the sky. Three girls remain awake, even as the moon rises high into the heavens with its ethereal silver light.

The wolf-girl begins to doze off, head drooping in her chair as her laptop screen turns dark from inactivity.

The girl with scarlet hair pauses for a moment, watching as her sister, framed in soft moonlight, sits by the window looking out at the night sky. She turns away and continues toward her bedroom quietly, to sleep.

The girl who’d found the courage to speak stares at her phone with tired eyes. Thirty-seven outgoing calls to her parents, and none of them answered. Eyes watering from the strain, she decides to close them and rest for just a moment.

In the deep abyss of dreams, crystal cathedrals glitter in the dark. A voice can be heard, echoing out into the darkness.

“This is an urgent message, to all magical girls in the city. The Coordinator has been found dead. I repeat: the Coordinator has been found dead. This is an urgent message. If there is anyone unfamiliar with the meaning of this message, please meet me by the central station at 10 am. I believe there is a grave threat in this city. This is an urgent message, to all magical girls in the city…”

Below the city, in a dark and empty theater, a girl dreams of salvation.

-End of the First Day-

yeah the formatting could probably be improved, but i'm not a graphic designer

>>6253069
this is a true point, and one i will keep in mind going into the future

>>6253119
thank you for your interest. i also have no idea how i would write her at current moment, but we'll see

apologies for the paucity of posts, i was getting my planning together. also i fell asleep after a busy day of work and completely threw off everything

>>6253568
>"To all magical girls in the city..."
... Guess I'll have to call a raincheck on that Abandoned Logging Site Raid, huh? And I was so close to going up a wolf rank, too...
>>6253579
No need to apologize, QM, your life takes priority! All the same, thanks for sticking with it. No offense meant, but I was expecting you to flake pretty quickly and yet you're keeping a pretty steady pace! Happy to be proven wrong!

The sun rises once more. Birds sing merrily in the morning light. Fluffy clouds float along on the breeze, as waves crash against the shore. The city awakens.

χ Clover Beets χ

Today, Clover isn’t woken by loud knocking at the door. Instead, she’s awoken by pain and the sound of crashing as her chair falls to the ground.

“…owwwww…”

The wolf-girl whines as she rubs at her head, sprawled out on the floor. She slowly stands, nursing a headache from staring at a screen until unholy hours of the night.

Routines were routine for a reason. The girl slowly brushes at her teeth while staring at her tired reflection in the mirror. Perhaps two nights of gaming into early morning awakenings was a little too much for her body to handle. Then, she shakes her head, sending toothpaste foam flying everywhere. A true wolf was never tired!

“Good morning, dad!”

She rushes to the breakfast table to pour herself another glass of milk and bowl of cereal. No note was waiting for her at her seat today. As she chomps down on cereal, legs kicking excitedly, she wonders what the day will have in store for her today. Hopefully, it’d be a lot better than yesterday!

>What are you gonna do today?!?

€ Hermione Rockefeller €

Hermione stretches as she comfortably awakens after five hours of sleep. She briefly enjoys the softness of her bedsheets before sitting up, fully awake. She claps once, and attendants arrive to help her get dressed for the morning.

As she rinses her face with chilled water, she allows the illusion to fade for a moment and stares at her malformed face in the stone basin. Steely eyes coolly stare back. It was a fact of the world that appearance and first impressions often dictated everything. That reality was neither fortunate nor unfortunate, simply the truth. She reweaves the false image, and a pretty girl with perfect teeth looks back. When living in the world, one simply had to play by its rules.

Her two maids follow from behind at a distance while she proceeds to the breakfast room. Tall glass windows, letting in the morning light, line the hallway. Along the way, she glances into her father’s study. He was having an extensive discussion with her sister, who simply nodded along silently. It appeared the two had remained awake through the night.

She takes a seat at one end of the long rectangular table, and her plate of freshly cooked eggs with toast is placed in front of her with a glass of orange juice and a cup of tea. As she elegantly eats, she considers the day’s plans. It was rather unfortunate it was summer. Her grand entrance for the school year wouldn’t be for another three months.

>How will you fill your time today?

Ѫ Lorene Lovelace Ѫ

Lorene blinks, as she finds herself in a puddle of her own drool. She sits up, wiping at her face, and immediately grimaces. Sleeping face-first on a wooden table while sitting in a wooden chair happened to cause a lot of pain in a lot of places. She carefully massages at her neck while she checks her phone.

Still nothing.

She glances around. All of the lights and lamps are still on from the night before. Her parents’ bedroom is still empty.

The girl rubs at her temples, before taking a deep breath. There was no point in panicking. She just had to do what needed to be done. The cup of frozen yogurt she’d shared with her friends being her only dinner from the night before, she decides to cook some sort of breakfast for herself.

As she scrambles a few eggs thinned out by milk, she reflects on what she knows. Her father had mentioned he’d be contacting the debt collectors yesterday. While it was theoretically possible the event was related, it was unlikely that they would do something so obviously illegal as abduct them. The note her father had left had clearly been in his own handwriting as well, and written in an unrushed script. Perhaps more dangerous forces were at work, then.

Lorene’s eyes harden. Or, perhaps, there was an element of the supernatural.

>What will you do this morning?

>>6253617
i take VERY MUCH OFFENSE, thank you very much D:

>>6253620
>Back to research in the game room. Thoughts feel slippery. [REDACTED]
>Consider how much to offer for the weasel captured alive or even become a retainer. Seven years of allowance is saved, potentially offering patronage, or simple charm all seem evident, but what else can Hermione offer?

Only 5 hours of sleep! No wonder she's crazy.
>>6253579
Take care, QM. At this rate we might actually end up finishing within that 4 week time frame!

also for reference it's 9 am, just as a completely innocuous piece of information
the girls all went to sleep at 4 am last night, for varying reasons

>>6253619
It's GOING to be better! Wanna know why? Cuz' CLOVER BEETS is gonna MAKE it a great day! And what a lucky break... a grave threat to the city? Sounds like a job for THE LONER WOLF!
>Check for WOLF QUEST ONLINE updates so I don't have to wait, like, thirty years to play when I get home!
>Head to the station!
>Bring the sign I made yesterday!

Does hermione just cast illusions without input?

>>6253765
thus far, she's just had her appearance illusion turned on by default, i've never had her do any other illusion unless you did an active action for it. if you're worried about magical cost, don't be, it's completely free since it was basically a crux of her wish. also i would never just fuck you over and say hahaha, now she's gonna witch out because you didn't catch it all along, because that'd be bad story-telling

>>6253624
alright bro i gotta be honest, when i deleted that one post i wanted to delete it for real, i wasn't planning for it to be a meta thing like the redacted in the mall

>>6253621
>There was no point in panicking.
But I am panicking a bit…Calm down and think, Lorene. Mom and Dad are both missing. They aren’t even in debt, despite what they think…I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something deeper going on. Is it related to that dream last night? The station…?
>Head to the station this morning.

>>6254033
Very well, would you prefer if I changed the action?
>Head to the station?

€:
>Find the website.

After finishing her breakfast, Hermione heads back to the game-room. Underneath the lion’s head, she logs into the desktop and inputs an address into the browser, as if in a dream. After a moment’s hesitation, she hits enter.

The page is empty. Cold black text across the center of the screen simply states that the site is no longer available.

Undeterred, she utilizes the aid of internet archival services. If the site were unavailable now, she’d at the very least investigate what secrets the page once held. After retyping the address, she’s able to find a version of the site from two years ago.

‘Have a mystery that needs solving??? Just reach out!
The one and only magical detective!’

It was a rather crudely organized site. Whoever made it had the design sensibilities of a child. And yet… the interesting find was the logo at the bottom. It looked like a soul gem.

Hermione glances at the clock in the corner of the screen. It was 9:45 am.

>What now?

>>6254077
nah, sorry about any confusion
also you don't actually have to head to the station if you don't want to

>>6254090
Roll int against website?
>>6254091
Noted. Can I ask the smartest of the uglies to go in my stead and report? Telling to look for that biter and certain rings on the finger, and claim to be a magical girl, because the folks there are a bunch of weirdos. Not revealing my involvement? Wait, was she ever given a smart glasses which can stream?

>>6254097
there's nothing more to find in the website
you could try calling an ugly to go, however, given that it is currently 9:45, i will tell you in advance that she will be late and possibly miss whatever is happening
also the uglies don't wear glasses because they think glasses would make them look ugly (so no they don't have any)

>>6254103
Look at logo properties and see ip address upload? Using external DNS history tools?

>>6254105
alright if you really wanna dive into looking for the ip address you can, but i'll take that as your action (and i can't promise you the reveal will be super exciting :( ), and you will miss the station meeting

>>6254108
So be it. Don’t think hermione would not dive.
Send closest ugly there, urging speed, and to put an AirPod in and hide with hair, live call.

>>6254111
well, not sure if hermione's super interested, especially since she could just look it up whenever she wants and it's not a time-pressing thing at all, but if that's your desired course of action, so be it

χ:
>Go to the station!

After inhaling her bowl of cereal and rinsing the bowl in the sink, Clover rushes back into her room. If she was gonna be awake, she figured she might as well hop back onto the game! This time, the router was still here, so there was nothing stopping her!

As she boots up her laptop once more, a vague memory resurfaces. The interesting thing about dreams is that while the memories are still there the morning after, it can be difficult to remember what exactly happened without some kind of trigger or purposeful reflection. Oftentimes, people simply let any memories of the phenomenon fade, as they move on with their real lives.

In Clover’s case, the message from the night before was crystal clear.

She stands and puts a hand to her chin, thinking. Well… at the very least, there could be new recruits for her pack there! She looks around for her sign, before realizing that it’s still taped to her shirt. It’s ripped up and has some holes in some places after yesterday’s events, but the message is still readable!

… “I’m heading out, Dad!”

Ѫ:
>Head to the station.

As the public bus bumps along the road, Lorene reflects for a moment on how messed up it was that she had to take public transportation to get to a different center for public transportation. Alas, that was just how life happened to be at times. She glances at her phone. Even with all the stops along the way, she should still make it on time.

The girl’s eyes narrow. That message was her only lead on anything right now. She hoped it led somewhere good.

€:
>Send an ugly.

Hermione stares at the screen, considering how to further proceed. Perhaps there was some way to look into the logo further, and find out where it was uploaded from. While she thinks, she has a sudden recollection, and immediately pulls out her phone.

“Samantha. It’s Hermione. Head to the central station immediately.”

“Huh? What’s going on, Hermione?”

She looks at the clock. It was 9:46. Every second spent talking was another second wasted. “Just go there, now.”

“O-okay!” The voice becomes a bit fainter. “Moooom! Can you take me to the train station? Like, right now??” A pause. “Huh? What’s the urgency? Uhh, my friend needs me or something?” The voice becomes more and more indistinct.

“Call me when you get there! Set up an AirPod!”

The line drops. Hermione’s eye twitches for a moment, before she shakes her head to clear her thoughts. There was no point worrying about hypotheticals. The girl begins to look into how she could find the location that the poorly drawn soul gem was uploaded from.

9:55 AM

χ Ѫ
The two arrive at the station at the same time, Lorene calmly stepping off the bus while Clover pants, out of breath from running seven blocks. At the top of the staircase, a nervous girl is pacing back and forth, talking to herself quietly.

“crap, crap, crap, this is so dumb, I’m such an idiot, this is such a bad idea, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna get killed, crap, crap”

When she notices the two girls, she runs down the staircase to see them.

“Alright, the two of you are magical girls, right?” She looks around anxiously, before glancing down at her watch. “crap, crap, it’s only 9:56, crap, I should wait, just in case anyone else shows up, crap, crap”

Her foot taps impatiently as she stares at her watch, willing the seconds to go by faster. Lorene blinks as she looks at the other two girls, before raising her hand. “…Um, wh-”

“Aaaaa, no, no, I don’t know what you’re about to say but no names, no personal information, this is dangerous, this is really dangerous!”

“A-awooo?” Clover contributes to the discussion.

Her watch hits 9:59. “Screw it, let’s start!” The girl looks up at the two of them, scanning them over quickly. “Okay, I don’t recognize either of you, which makes sense and is a good thing. Long story short, I think there’s a magical girl killer!”

The last word was a little loud. The girl covers her mouth nervously, looking around the area to see if anyone was watching. After a moment, Lorene speaks. “…what?”

The girl pulls the two of them into a huddle. “Alright, so, basically, I was heading over to the Coordinator’s place to pay a visit, since I thought it was weird she hadn’t been reachable for over a week now, but when I got there, I found her-” She turns her head, scanning rapidly, before resuming in a whisper. “d-e-a-d. Like, bleehhhh, actually dead! It was bad, really bad! I threw up!”

Lorene’s brow furrows. Clover tilts her head, confused.

The girl smacks her forehead. “Right! You’re both here because you don’t know what that means! Okay, so, basically, the Coordinator is like a really cool and nice magical girl who helps all the other magical girls with whatever! She can’t really fight that well, but she’s neutral and helps everyone! So, there’s no reason for anyone to-” She whispers again. “k-i-l-l her! This is bad, really bad!”

Lorene pauses. “How do you know there’s a magical girl killer? It’s unfortunate,” Lorene’s hand curls into a fist. “Really unfortunate, but there’s a lot of bad people out there. This could just be a random murder.”

The girl takes a deep breath. Then another. “You’re right. Yeah, you’re right. But…” Her eyes harden. “Magical girls have been disappearing for months, now. I didn’t really think anything of it at first, it’s just a natural part of being a magical girl, but there haven’t been enough Witches to justify it. Maybe they got into fights with each other, and got angry, and… bad stuff happened, but for the Coordinator to be killed? Something deeper is at work here.” She exhales. “I don’t even know why I have to deal with this, there’s supposed to be some detective magical girl out there! She should be the one investigating this! But whatever, her shop has been closed for a while now, hopefully she didn’t get killed too.”

“…Why did you reach out to us?”

The girl looks down. “…Because I know there’s girls out there who don’t know anything about the politics of what’s going on. Whether they’re new, or just managed to isolate themselves away from it all. I don’t want… if there is a killer, I don’t want those girls to be in unnecessary danger. If you know there’s something out there, then you’ll be more prepared. But…” The girl’s eyes widen and she starts to panic once more. “I can’t refine my messages that well! It’s not like I can just pick out ‘magical girls that started in the last month’ or ‘girls who don’t know who the Coordinator is’! I sent out that message to every magical girl in the city! Which means-!” The girl looks up, frantically scanning the rooftops around them. “If the killer is a magical girl, she knows about this meeting too! Agh, I’m so screwed!”

She steps away, clearly ready to run.

“Alright, we all need to leave! I’ll give you guys a little time for one or two quick questions, but make it fast!!!!”

>Anything???!

obviously you get no action right now, hermione

also :P

oh yeah!!! this is the first time two player characters have been able to meet (in a state of being able to talk to each other)! if you guys want to interact with each other, you can!!

Quite a bold killer if they're willing to attack in the middle of a public area.
That or this girl is the killer and is pulling a fast one, or maybe she's just panicking.

>>6254285
>Who the howl are you anyways?
>SPECIAL MECHANIC: IS THIS OMEGA LYING ABOUT ANYTHING?
>J'ACCUSE! I think YOU killed them!

wtfffff, come on guys, she's a nice girl, don't bully her so much :(

>>6254470
m4 wisdom check for this stranger! the results... will be revealed after the next post, so lorene doesn't get a free ride!

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>6254489
Sherlock HOWLmes is on the case! No one can resist the awe-inspiring aura of a LONER WOLF! SPILL YOUR SECRETS, PUP!

>>6254504
https://youtu.be/UxnvGDK0WGM[/spoiler[
Are you FUR real!? I can see your fuzz bristling from here, RUNT!

>>6254285
>What the fuck is going on? More magical girls? Coordinator? I’m not sure this could be tied to my parents after all…
Who the hell are you two? How many magical girls are there in one city?

χ Ѫ
>Who even are you?!

The two girls ask the obvious question in unison.

The girl flushes. “What?! Didn’t you two hear any of what I just told you?!? There could be a killer here, watching us as we speak! We shouldn’t share any personal information at all! Especially not here!! It’s dangerous! What if the killer finds out where we live and kills us in our sleep or something?!”

Lorene narrows her eyes as she tries to quickly think.

>How many magical girls are there in the city?

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh actually, you know what, I don’t even know?” The girl stops pacing and puts a hand to her chin. “Let’s see… me… Coordinator… you guys… detective? Maybe? I don’t know like twelve or something? Anyway, those are your questions, time’s up, let’s split off!!”

As the girl turns to run, a confident voice calls out. “Wait just a second!” Clover hmphs with a self-assured air. The eyes of both Lorene and the mystery girl turn toward her. “I’ve solved the case!”

“Huh? Already?” The mystery girl tilts her head. “What did you figure out?”

>J'ACCUSE! I think YOU killed them!

“What?!?!? You think I’M the killer?!? Why would I even put myself in danger by coming all the way out here and broadcasting to everyone that the Coordinator was killed?!?! Wouldn’t it be smarter to just leave that hidden?? …Wait………” The girl gasps. “What if one of you are the killer!?! Maybe you were just pretending the whole time, to try to infiltrate?! I’m SO DEAD AAAAAAAAAAAAA” The girl runs and jumps away, as fast as she can.

Both girls blink.

Belatedly, after quickly rethinking through their conversation in her head, Clover realizes she didn’t seem to be lying.

>What now? Chase after her? Split off like she suggested? Find out who this other girl is standing next to you?

this is the true strength of a meeting of low int bakas
based on what lorene and clover do, that's what samantha's gonna see as she runs tiredly onto the scene, hermione

>>6254673
Errr, did I get any update on that Wisdom check?>>6254489
>>6254673
>CHASE HER! We still have questions!
>Yell "C'mon, pup!" To Lorene before running off on all-fours

>>6254708
sorry, i may have done it too subtly! it's in that last line there
from what clover can tell, she's genuine in her words

>>6254681
Where are they in the station? Are they inside? I would imagine that they'd have to push through some folks making their commute.

>>6254711
Oh, gotcha. Well in that case...
>CHASE HER! We still have questions!
>Yell "C'mon, pup!" To Lorene before running off on all-fours

>>6254712
they're outside, in front of the station

>>6254714
Are the three close enough that a rock throw might work?

>>6254717
what do you mean by rock throw? you want samantha to throw a rock at them as they dash off?

>>6254720
No, I'm just curious if the girls are close enough to bean the running one.

>>6254722
that's up to lorene and clover! they could definitely bean her with magical girl strength at this distance

>>6254723
C-could... could I pounce on her

>>6254725
you could if you beat her roll by enough!
girlie has m4 dex, and i will be rolling for her, but before i call for any rolls, i do wanna see what lorene wants to do

>>6254673
>Damn it, I’m not getting any answers!
I guess the best option now is to chase after the strange girl!
>Not that this wolf girl isn’t strange too…

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>6254713
>>6254727
Alright! Lorene has m4 dex, Clover has m5 dex, mystery girl has m4 dex. This roll will be for how far/fast mystery girl runs. As mystery girl has the tiniest of leads, Lorene has to beat her roll by 5 to catch up to her, Clover effectively gets a +20 but has to surpass the same 5 threshold as Lorene. If Clover beats the girl by a threshold of 15, she has enough time to do a big awesome pounce like a wolf

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>6254729
NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON A LONER WOLF!!!!

>>6254729
>>6254731
I’ll leave it to Clover to catch her and just catch up to them

χ Ѫ
>Chase after that girl!

As the girl runs off, Lorene and Clover exchange a brief glance, before immediately understanding what they have to do. “C’mon, pup!” Clover lets out a howl and begins to run on all fours, while Lorene jogs normally behind.

At the sounds of footsteps behind her, the girl looks back over her shoulder, before panicking even harder. “W-what?!?! Why are you guys chasing me?! Are you both actually the killers?!?!?” She begins to run even faster, rushing past amused onlookers.

But, no matter how fast that girl runs, even handicapping herself by going on all fours, Clover is faster. “AWOOOOOOO!” Like a wolf, she closes the distance bit by bit, until finally-! She pounces!

“AAAAAAAAAAA” The two tumble in a large ball of flailing arms and legs, rolling down the street, until it ends with Clover as the victor on top.

A distance back, Lorene can’t help but smile a little at the absurdity as she leisurely catches up.

“W-what do you guys want from me?” The girl is shielding her face with her hands, kicking ineffectually from her position. “Please don’t kill me! I just wanted to do something nice and look out for any new girls, I knew it was a dumb idea!”

>…Now what?

10:09 AM

€:
>Investigate the soul gem logo.

Hermione smiles at herself as she looks at her handiwork. It took some time researching IP addresses and geolocation and how to even find the IP address that old images were uploaded from, but she’d done it. The drawing had been uploaded from a computer in this city. The exact location, she was unsure, but it was definitely from somewhere in town.

Her phone rings. She immediately picks up.

“Haaaah… haaah… I made it to the station, Hermione…”

“What do you see?” The poor girl is completely out of breath, having had to run from her place to the station since her mother was 'busy' cleaning, but Hermione rapidly questions her anyway.

“I… I saw… some girls… running off somewhere… they were… too fast… I don’t know… where they are…”

Hermione frowns.

>What will you do now?

>>6254752
>#1) We're not the killers! Probably! I'm not!
>#2) Ask Lorene "ARE you a killer?"
>#3) Is she SURE she's dead? Take us to the crime scene!
>#4) Want to join my Wolf Pack?

>>6254755
>Tell her to ask onlookers where they went. Keep on running, she'll be rewarded.

>>6254752
No need to be scared, by the way! I'm a GOOD wolf! All of my pack is! We protect each other and hang out and fight for the common wolf good!

>>6254759
this is an m5 charisma check lmao, samantha is basically done for
also you can do something too, if you want, now that your computer investigation is done!

>>6254758
m4 charisma check to calm her slightly and convince her you're not the killer based off a pure smile alone

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>6254762
"I'M.... A..... GOOD WOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLFFFF!!!!"
Big smile!

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>6254762
>Check mom's schedule, Hermione is thinking of recruiting her onto to her schemes.

>>6254763
D'oh!

>>6254765
You're going to bite her face!

>>6254763
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>6254764
damn you, slave-driver!
so you want to go see what your mom is doing?

>>6254768
Yeah, got get momma on catching weasel scheme.

>>6254767
YOU'RE going to... bite her... face?
G-gottem...

>>6254752
Try to reassure her that I’m not there to hurt her, calm her down from Clover’s…awkward…attempt

>>6254772
Alright! This is an m4 charisma check, now that she's spooked by the wolf trying to eat her, but since you're not currently on top of her she's inclined to believe you slightly more
You can also come up with up to 3 arguments you can make to further reassure the girl to try to boost your roll!

>>6254774
Ok weirdo, listen up. I don’t even know who this girl is, but if we were murderers why would we meet up with you out in the open like this? I doubt the murderer would even leave you the opportunity to warn other girls. Thanks for the warning, but if you’re going to freak out and make a scene like a dumbass then I’ll watch my own back.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>6254774
>Big roll let’s go! I would like some more information from her after all…

and now we see the value of charisma :P

>>6254801
Should I have nuzzled her? D'ooohhh I KNEW I should have nuzzled her....

>>6254801
Combat time?

alright clover, the girl is gonna try to get up. will you force her to stay down?

>>6254796
>>6254797
For future reference, if you have arguments you'd like to present, you can roll wisdom to see if you can tell how they would be perceived before you do your charisma roll. However, now that we have the charisma roll already decided, we're locked in with these arguments. For complete transparency, your arguments resulted in deductions from your charisma roll, not that it was going to pass anyway

>>6254816
actually you can ignore this clover, i'll leave it as a choice for after this next update

χ Ѫ
>Convince her you mean no harm.

Clover puts on a big smile. “We’re probably not killers! I’m a good wolf!”

>> χ (M4 Charisma roll: 24 = Failure) << (Convince her that you’re not murderers.)

The girl continues to kick. “Get off me!”

Lorene sighs. This was starting to get a little drawn out. “Okay, weirdo, listen up.”

“Me? Weird?” From under the wolf, she glares at the approaching girl.

>If we were murderers, why would we meet you out in the open like this? -10

The girl looks at Lorene like she’s an idiot. “…Because murderers don’t have perfect knowledge of everyone and everything? Without showing up to this meeting, the murderer wouldn’t know who sent out that message! There’s a good chance the killer wouldn’t have even known I existed if I didn’t try to warn everyone!”

>I doubt the murderer would even leave you the opportunity to warn other girls. -10

“How would the murderer even know I existed before I stuck my neck out like this?! There’s no magical girl census or anything! I could’ve just seen the Coordinator’s old rotting body, noped my way out of there, set up protection for myself and my loved ones knowing that there’s a killer, then not have to bother with helping or informing anyone about the murder at all!”

>If you’re going to freak out and make a scene like a dumbass, then I’ll watch my own back. -20

Her eyes narrow. “…fuck you. You’re the ones who chased after me and tackled me to the ground! After I told you guys we should split off! If there was any chance we could have all gotten away from this without catching attention, it’s sure as hell gone now! I didn’t have to do any of this! I didn’t have to bother warning anyone! I could’ve just gone about my regular life and not put a giant target on my back!”

>> Ѫ (M4 Charisma roll: 32 – 40 = -8 = Failure) << (Convince her that you’re not murderers.)

The girl’s face is covered by shadow. She clenches her jaw for a moment, before forcefully exhaling. “You know what? You’ve convinced me. You’re not the murderers. The real killer wouldn’t be as much of a dumbass.”

Her voice is cold. There’s not a trace of the former panic.

“I can’t believe I ever thought this would be a good idea. I put my own life at risk for this? For two dumbasses who can’t even understand what I’m telling them?” Her breathing quickens. She starts to laugh miserably. “I can’t believe it. I’m gonna die. I’m actually gonna die, for these two idiots who don’t even care about me!”

She laughs until her breath fails her. When she starts speaking again, her voice is dull. “…Alright. Let me spell it out for you two idiots in case it wasn’t crystal clear. I had no obligation to do this. I could’ve let you two waltz around without a clue in the world. If you got killed by the murderer, you wouldn’t have even known to look for it coming. I reached out because I thought that’d be an unfair way to die. I did this, because for some godforsaken reason I thought it was the right thing to do. I gained nothing from this. In fact, all I did was lose. All I did was put myself at risk.” The girl sighs. “…Fuck.”

She kicks at Clover. “Wolf-girl, get off me. Now. I’m done with this. I’m done with all of this. I don’t care anymore. Just let me go. I’ll just die like the dumbass I always was.”

>…?

hermione's post in the morning
for clover and lorene, situation seems to have gone to shit, but it's not entirely unsalvageable if you play it smartly. i ain't gonna sugarcoat it though, girl is pissed

>>6254838
Crud, this is what I get for going to sleep! Okay, here goes...

>Get off of her!
She has the tone Big Bro has when he's mad...
>Tell her that I'm sorry--that I panic and get confused easily. (I dunno if Lorene panics too, but... but it's real to me!)
>Tell her she can go and stay safe, but I came because I really DO care--could she at least tell us where this Coordinator's Office was? That's all we ask.
>Put Battery-Operated Tail in 'Drooping' position and make sure my Totally Real Wolf Ears are drooping too

€:
>Go see what mother is up to.

“Samantha.”

“y-yes?” The tired girl already knows what’s coming. All that was left was the dreadful anticipation.

“Ask any onlookers where they went and chase after them.”

She sounds like she’s about to cry. “H-hermione… please… I can’t do it anymore…”

“…You will be rewarded for your efforts.”

The girl swallows. Even though she’s about to die, she’s considering it.

>> € (M5 Charisma roll: 81 = Success) << (Encourage her to keep going.)

“haah… fine…” The girl tiredly walks off. She hangs up the phone and puts it back in her pocket to conserve what little energy she has left.

Hermione logs out of the desktop, finished with her investigation. As she stands, she idly wonders what her mother is up to. Mother was likely in her favorite room in the home, but whether she was busy or simply knitting, Hermione was unsure.

As she steps out into the windowed hall once more, she considers what she knows. Clearly, there had been some actual meeting at the station, so the message from the night before hadn’t just been some delusion. It was rather unfortunate that her proxy got there late. Hopefully, she’d be able to glean at least a little more from following their trail before she collapsed.

Hermione’s mother is sitting in her typical chair in the sunroom, speaking with someone on the phone about wedding venues. When Hermione enters, her mother asks the person on the other end of the line to hold. “Yes, Hermione, dear? Did you need anything?”

“Nothing in particular, mother. I simply wanted to see what you had planned for the day?”

“Ah.” Her mother gives an apologetic smile. “As you know, your father and I are very busy planning for your sister’s wedding.” She glances at her small notebook for her schedule. “I may have some time this afternoon, before dinner, dear?”

Hermione glances down at the fruit bowl on the table.

>Would you like to say anything?

>>6254988
>Grab her hand and put on Hermione's face. The illusion should be evident when her hand clips through it, and because she's mom. Hermione will see her late.
>Ask if her she has the number of a reliable tech person who works discreetly, a friend has gotten into some shady business.

>>6254988
I mean this in the nicest way because it makes me laugh: every time I read Hermione's lines I can't help but read them as a female, young-girlified Albert Wesker, especially when she's taking care of bidness

as a heads up, i'll be slightly busy today! glad we managed to get a good bit in yesterday

>>6254997
lel

>>6254838
>This girl seems like a panicky retard.
Turn and leave, good riddance to her. Wolf-girl can do what she likes. I have my own problem to deal with right now.

Gotta reward Ugly 1 with a bike.

χ:
>Apologize.

Upon hearing the tone in her voice, Clover scrambles back, getting off the girl immediately. As the mystery girl brushes herself off and slowly stands, the wolf-girl can’t help but be reminded of what happened yesterday, even if she didn’t intend to harm her.

“Thanks.” The girl’s muttered response is curt, cutting through her thoughts.

“…I…” Clover looks down. “I’m sorry. I-I panic and get confused easily. I’m not… I didn’t mean to…”

The girl watches her silently.

Clover swallows. “I’m not that good at knowing what to say or do. I… sorry.”

“…It’s okay.” The girl’s voice is softer. “I panic too.”

“…Um, we-!” Clover glances back. Lorene is already walking away. “…I care. I really do. T-that’s why I showed up!” Clover thinks. “Maybe, could you tell us where the Coordinator stayed? We might be able to find some clues!”

“That…” The girl puts a hand on Clover’s shoulder, looking at her seriously. “It’s… not a pretty sight. I don’t think it’s something anyone should see.” The girl considers it deeply. “…But. You’re a magical girl too. You have the right to know, since your life is also on the line. Just… try not to go alone. It’s… messed up.”

She looks around, before whispering an address in her ear.

“Just don’t want any normal person tailing you, since it could be kinda hard to explain…” The girl brushes her hair behind her ear. “Anyway, I’m heading out. Good luck.” She begins to walk away.

Clover grabs her hand. She looks back in surprise. “B-be safe, okay? I… I don’t want you to die or anything…”

The girl gives a small smile. “I’ll try. See you around, sometime, wolf-girl. Next time, when it’s safer, maybe we can exchange names.” She glances at Lorene’s retreating back briefly, before dashing away.

>What now?

Ѫ:
>Enough of this.

As the girl talks about random hypotheticals of what the supposed murderer could or could not know, Lorene realizes she doesn’t care. None of it mattered. This thing didn’t sound related to her parents’ disappearance at all. …They were alive. They had to be. So, investigating this random killer was pointless. At some point, she’d turned away and started walking back where they came from, a sour look on her face.

Where the hell was she even supposed to go from here? Her only potential lead was a bust. She’d wasted over an hour of her morning in looking into this bullshit, and any potential trail her parents left behind was only growing colder and colder. Were they kidnapped? Lost in the wrong side of town? Lured by a Witch?

She reflects. She didn’t feel any new Witch being born last night or anything. It didn’t rule out a Witch being involved, but perhaps it made it less likely? Lorene exhales. She’s not sure what she’s supposed to do.

>Where now?

man FUCK waging. that is all

>>6255394
she would actually cry

>>6255376
damn you're a tough girl, fits with lorene mindset tho

also sorry lorene i couldn't think of a good picture for your post, the picture for hermione's post barely fits as is

okay wait actually hold on hermione, i'm gonna delete that post and find a better picture, fuck that chair picture

>>6255944
>It appears sis and mom are unphased by literal displays of magic. Perhaps the blood is cursed by some voodoo queen that an ancestor earned the enmity of. This will make the plans more difficult.
>Check the investigation, do they have a place where dog-caller is? Simply asking her what the meeting was about might be possible if she went by virtue of being a magical girl
>Consult the directory. A specialist is needed to comb through the webs and dark to find any mentions or discussion of kyubey.
>>6255948
me rn

€:
>Ask for the number of a tech person.

Hermione stares down at the table. Of course mother would be busy. The afternoon would have to do.

She walks over toward her mother. A little concerned, the woman scoots over to make room for her to sit. “Is something wrong, dear?”

“No, nothing, mother.” Hermione takes a seat. She takes her mother’s hand, holding it for a moment, before bringing it up to her face.

“…” Hermione leaves her mother’s hand there, and she begins to silently caress her cheek.

…Notice. Please, notice. Hermione’s unsure of what she’s even thinking. Why she’s even thinking it. All she knows is that she wants her mother to say something, anything. She had to have noticed. The fact that her face is so much different from before. The fact that every time she moves her thumb, it subtly moves through the illusion. …The fact that it’s not the face of her daughter.

Hermione’s mother says nothing. Eventually, she takes her hand away. The lingering warmth from her touch slowly fades. “I’ll talk to you this afternoon, Hermione.” Her mother smiles. “Did you need anything else?”

“…No. I’m alright, mother.” Hermione stands and begins to walk away. She stops. “Oh, there is one thing. Would you happen to have the number of a tech specialist?”

“Hm.” Her mother puts a finger to her chin. “Why don’t you take a look at our phone directory, dear? I’m afraid I don’t have a number off the top of my head.”

Hermione nods. “Of course, mother. Thank you for your help.” She walks away, and after a moment, her mother resumes her call with the wedding venue planner.

>What would you like to do?

Can I roll wis against mom. And int for a hint on finding the weasel?

>>6255969
sure, what about mom would you like to know? after that specification, i'll give you a wisdom threshold
as far as finding weasel, let's see, int 4 for thinking about what will probably happen down internet route, int 6 for weasel finding hints

>>6255941
>Answer 'Y-yea!' twenty seconds after the mystery girl departs!
>Maneuver battery-operated tail so it droops.
>With that done, scamper over to Lorene!
>>6255942
>"H-hey! I got... I got the information! Good work on the Good Wolf/Bad Wolf routine! Oh, and I'm Clover! Don't be scared... I only bite mean people!"
>Blink
>"You wanna check out the murder place? Wolves watch each other's backs on the hunt!"
>>6255945
Glad you're back, QM. Was getting menhera withdrawal

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>6255972
Is mom psyoping me?
Inbred brain go!

>>6255974
i'm sorry, but also that makes me happy to hear :3

>>6255976
is mom psyoping you about what? do you want to know whether or not she actually noticed that your face is an illusion?
alright here's the weasel-hunting hint guide
internet route: thinking about it a bit more, hermione considers what would likely happen. say she manages to find some guca forum somehow. assuming it even exists. if she starts offering big money for some guca to capture kyubey, several things might occur.
one: who would believe some random anonymous 4chan poster when he says he'll pay someone $50k to do something? this either results in hermione having to guarantee it somehow, or sending money in advance and promising the rest after the job is finished. if she sends money in advance, nothing's stopping the guca from just taking the free money and running
two: someone offering money for a weasel is suspicious. intelligent gucas would second-guess why someone would want a weasel.
three: say you manage to find a guca who's intelligent enough to know about the forum and catch a weasel, but dumb enough to not think that catching a weasel for a random stranger online is suspicious. what if this guca is half way around the world? you gonna fly them over? how long would it take for them to find and capture a weasel? would they be trusting enough to just take an all expenses paid trip to a random location on the other side of the world to hand off a weasel to someone desperate enough to pay big money for one, without even wondering if it's a trap?
long story short, while internet is funny, the time scope and the amount of luck required makes it a suboptimal method to hunt weasels. the best use for such a forum would be to popularize some random omniscient girl's guide to meguca
therefore the only realistic option for finding a weasel is to find a weasel. weasels are oddly kinda scarce for some reason, who knows. but, weasels do like young girls with issues. maybe hanging out with the right crowd of mentally ill girls will eventually lead to finding a weasel, but who knows how long that'd take, and it's not guaranteed either. maybe people who know about weasels can try to help you find them, though they'd ask you why you want one. perhaps weasels like certain things, and you can lure a weasel out to talk if you have what they like. long story short, it's not gonna be too easy

>>6255995
>mom noticed
yes.
>weasel hunting hint
God that's a lot of words. I was supposing that the cha would be able to trick even the smartest...and lying, like a lot. Like that I need the weasel to use it super senses and alien brain to figure out what killed the Coordinator.

Would using the weasel's curious nature work also? It doesn't seem out of the possibility if put secret messages asking for meeting it can notice that it would seek me out. That or finding an abusive orphanage.

>>6256007
m4 wisdom for reading mom. she's an expert at these kinds of things by now, but she's also mom
sure, if you can get something the weasel is sufficiently curious about

also i'm gonna sleep

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>6256009
Inbred brain is a go! Real question is how much teeth each family member has. I like to imagine each of them sans sis are just offenses against god and man
For gauging what the weasel would be interested in would it be an int roll? Like claiming a way to mass produce candidates that can contract? I'll have to rethink my actions.

>>6255961
>Find a tech specialist from the directory. They'll find where the detective IP address came from and comb the web for mentions of kyubey, wish, witch, magical girl.
>Message Ugly 2 to send the picture of the illusion weasel. Hermione can use this as bait. A weasel that is emotional.
>Check the investigation progress of dog-caller. What has security discovered?

>>6255942
Pause for a moment and collect my thoughts. Everything kind of blew up in my face there because I am too preoccupied with my missing parents.
>When Clover catches up, hear her out and see what she wants.

>>6255974
“I’m Lorene. Sorry, I know that wasn’t a great first impression…Why do you want to see the murder site? I know we are magical girls but I’m not sure it really involves us…”

>>6256459
Clover commits the name to her memory with wolflike speed as a fresh smile forms on her face!
"Lorene... L O R E N E... mhm! MHM! That'll work!"

Clover stealthily switches her battery-operated tail into 'slow wag mode' as she leans in to send a conspiratorial glance Lorene's way.

"Why do I wanna see it? Because get this: I think... I think the murderers tried to get me the other day! A-at the mall!"

Clover pauses to scan the station for any sign of a black-suited goon. Nothing...

"A-anyways... a wolf always sticks up for her pack... and if whoever was murdered was also a magical girl, well... then we owe it to her to help her out! Even if she IS dead and all."

Clover blinks.

"Oh! And that girl told me it would be smart to bring another person. Y'know, the crazy one that tried to run away! Bet she didn't know I've got a prey drive cranked up to a million! GRRRR!"

Shaking off the growl with a 'just kidding' grin, Clover gives Lorene a reassuring smile.

"Nice job keeping pace with her, by the way! Hey, we already work well in a pack, don't we? Wanna join my pack? Hmm? Huh?"

A pair of ears poof into the wolf girl's hand that she promptly waggles in the other magical girl's face!

€:
>Do a bunch of things.

Hermione taps on her phone screen, sending a message to Ugly 2 as she walks toward the family library. The reply is quick.

“sure! [attached image] next time, can i pet him? he looks so fluffy!”

Hermione sends a generic noncommittal response, before entering into the Rockefeller library. Books line the shelves of a modestly sized room, bright windows at the end letting in warm natural light. It had been her grandfather’s favorite room, the collection having been hand-picked by him over the years, though it had largely fallen into disuse after his passing. The girl takes a seat in a large, comfortable leather chair, and picks up the thinly curated phone directory booklet from the small table nearby. After quickly flipping through, she dials a number using the old-fashioned corded telephone on the same table.

“Rockefeller line. What can I do for ya?”

She clears her throat. “Ahem. I would like you to investigate the upload location of a specific image, with this IP address, and I would also like an extensive search of the following terms. Traditional search methods have failed.”

“Right on.” The sound of quick typing can be heard. After a moment, the voice answers. “Seems the image was likely uploaded from the local public library. These things aren’t exact, but it’s within the area. The search will take a bit, please hold.”

Hermione sets the phone handset to the side and begins to type up a message for the security team, when she gets a call from Ugly 1. She immediately answers.

“Haah… haah… Hermione… I think I see them… it took… a bit of asking… and… a lot of running… but eventually… a girl pointed me in the right direction…”

“Excellent. What are they doing?”

“It’s just… two of them… they’re just down the street… I think… they’re talking? One of them… has a big tail thing…!”

>Your directions?

>>6256522
>Send a picture of their faces, share her location, and follow for now. It will take some time for a specialist to arrive and take over trailing.
>Take grand uncle's sandalwood grip gun and holster from its pedestal—his favored gun for the Big Five game. The secondborn's memento. Hermione's now. Perhaps it can be hidden in a portion of the illusive appearance.

>>6256539
Altering directions
>Send a picture with their faces. Approach with airpod hidden, Hermione can listen and feed lines, lying that Ugly 1 overslept for the meeting and has shit dex, asking for a recap. Turn on share location first tho.

>>6256522
>>6256543
>>6256539
Gonna be annoying here: should I roll to detect Hermione's little Toady or is that a roll on her part? If there's still a big crowd around Lorene and I then no worries, but given there's a killer about, well... just thought I'd ask!

>>6256642
how perceptive! i'm very happy you asked

>HIDDEN MECHANIC #2
At any point, you can ask to roll Perception to see what your character can glean about your environment. Helpful in some circumstances! After all, when you're not in acute danger, you only notice things when you're looking for them!

there's no huge crowd around or anything, but there are a decent number of people scattered around, as you're near the central station. now, poor samantha is extremely obvious, being completely out of breath and slowly limping toward you guys, so that's an autosuccess with your perception- but! if you'd like, you can roll perception anyway, for an m? requirement. if you beat m6, you can be sure you've gleaned everything around you
same story as last week, i'm working from home today, so i got a little more time
also i realized i completely forgot to tell hermione the results of her wisdom roll, so

>>6256018
she noticed :)

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>6256675
Roll them bones, baby! PERCEIVE! Also...
>Poor samantha is extremely obvious, being completely out of breath and slowly limping toward you guys
>Run my hand through my hair so it looks like it's bristled!
>Turn off the battery-operated tail!
>GROWL!
"Awoo.... do... is that a friend of yours, Lor-Lor?"
>Prepare to pounce if necessary!

χ
As the girl departs, Clover watches her go. Then she realizes she should say something cool in response to her parting words.

“y-yea!” Clover raises her fist in the air, but the girl was long gone, and no one was around to see it. Her battery-operated tail droops to the ground. She turns back toward the station.

Ѫ
When things get confusing, taking a step back and refocusing sometimes makes things clearer. Lorene stops and massages her forehead. Her ears perk up as she hears the sounds of footsteps scampering closer from behind.

χ Ѫ
>Chat!

“h-hey!” The wolf-girl waves at Lorene as she turns to look. “G-good work! I got the info!” Lorene blinks. The wolf-girl stops, adjusting her wolf-ears to look more confident, before trying to smile coolly. “I’m Clover! You don’t have to be scared… cuz I only bite mean people! N-nice to meet you!”

The serious girl gives a brief smile. “Hey. I’m Lorene. …Sorry, I know that wasn’t a great first impression back there.”

Clover shakes her head. “N-no, that was perfect! You almost got me on that good wolf/bad wolf act too, before I realized! We got the address for the place because of it!” The wolf-girl looks down, pressing a few buttons on her belt, and her tail slowly wags behind her. She looks back up. “W-wanna go check it out? Wolves watch each other’s backs on the hunt!”

Lorene purses her lips. She’d gotten the wrong idea about her, but there was no point in correcting it. “…Why do you want to see the murder site? I know we’re magical girls, but it doesn’t really seem to involve us…”

“heh heh…” Clover gives Lorene a conspiratorial glance. The girl stares back, confused. “That’s because… I think it does involve us! Or m-me, anyway! The other day, I think they tried to get me! At the mall!” She looks around for a second, scanning quickly. Phew, no suited men in sight.

Lorene blinks. “Ah.”

“A-also…” The wolf-girl’s eyes are determined. “A wolf always has to stick up for her pack… and… even if we didn’t know her… if she was also a magical girl, then we owe it to her to stick up for her!”

Lorene remains silent. That… it was an idealistic mindset. She was a stranger. They didn’t owe her anything. That kind of thinking only led to being taken advantage of. After all, in this world, if they were the ones who’d needed help… no stranger would do anything for them. Not for free.

“A-anyway…!” The wolf-girl is stammering. “I-I think we work pretty well together! W-w-wanna join my pack?!?” She shyly hands Lorene a pair of wolf-ears. The girl stares down at them, bewildered.

“haah… haah…” Clover’s ears perk up.

>> χ (M? Perception roll: 64 = M5 success) << (Notice your surroundings.)

A girl is slowly limping their way, supporting herself by leaning against traffic signs, coming from the direction of the train station. Clover sees her nod tiredly, before pocketing her phone and putting something in her ear.

“H-hey… guys…! I’m… uh… late…? Sorry… I overslept… or something…”

The girl is panting. Clover growls. Lorene continues to stare down at the wolf-ears.

>?

much appreciated for basically writing the post for me

also hermione, you may need to feed some lines for her to respond with to any questions clover or lorene ask, unless you want her to wing it! she's probably fine though, clearly ugly 1 is the master of disguise :P

>>6256726
Happy to oblige! I wasn't sure if you wanted us to go back and forth on the dialogue or not, but pleased to see it helps...
>>6256723
The significance of something being put into the newcomer's ear isn't lost on Clover... she might be a little... unique... but she wasn't blind! Hey, did you know that wolves can sense movement WAY faster than humans do? It's true!
>Approach the newcomer with ears at HALF-TILT. This means the wolf is wary!
>Ask the newcomer who she is and why she's here. Don't bring up the earbuds yet...

>>6256732
Oh, and
>Offer some wolf ears to the newcomer as I tap the sign on my shirt! She can join too!

>>6256732
a lot of the fun for me was in interacting with my fellow magical girls in times long past, so of course i want you guys to talk!

>>6256727
>Tell name. Claim heard dream. Want to know about Coordinator and danger.

Well, considering the average cha and int of both, and ugly 1 is the smartest of the groupies she might win.

>>6256838
you can't see or tell the fact that samantha was just handed ears, but she's about to loudly and obviously ask "OH, you want me to join YOUR PACK haha??" like a true expert at spying does, any orders from that perspective?

>>6256934
FUCK, i shoulda titled the image "hermione is listening", whatever

>>6256722
>>6256723

“Um…”
>Join her pack? What the hell are these ears? Is this girl a furry or something? Maybe she’s autistic…
“Thanks..Clover…”
>She does seem friendly enough, putting aside her running tackle earlier. Probably the autism…But she got the information…?

>”H-hey… guys…! I’m… uh… late…? Sorry… I overslept… or something…”
Snap out of my confusion and stuff the ears into my pocket. Another girl?
>Roll for wisdom and perception on newcomer

>>6256945
alright, m3 wisdom check on stranger, m5 perception to see if you spot anything on her

Rolled 52, 7 = 59 (2d100)

>>6256948
Hopefully Lorene is more observant than charismatic today…

>>6256958
for your wisdom, you can tell she has absolutely no clue what's going on and is very unsure of what she's saying
for perception, you can't see shit lmao, just a normal below-average looking girl

>>6256934
>What does that pack entail?

>>6256979
>Put ears in purse.

>>6256987
request denied, you don't know there are ears!

>>6256990
Toady familiar enough with Hermione to assume such a command?

>>6256991
we shall see!

>>6256961
>>6256732
Something is clearly off with this girl. It seems like Clover doesn’t trust her either.
>Im already liking Clover more than I care to admit
Try to misdirect. “Hey, are you here to join the wolf pack?”

What determines the puppet wisdom magnitude anyways?

>>6256996
m4 is my threshold for reading the basic emotions of a stranger (hermione's mom was m4 because she's good at controlling expression as rockefeller matriarch yet is also familiar to hermione), ugly 1 got nerfed to m3 since she just ran a bunch then just ran even more, and genuinely has no clue what's going on, barely even having the brain capacity to simply follow orders at this point from how exhausted she is, hence m3, or 'stranger's emotions but nerfed'

>>6256995
Clover's eyes nearly BLAST out of her skull at Lorene's question! It... it's FINALLY happening! She... they... t-two girls are joining the pack! They're ACTUALLY JOINING, NO JOKE!
>Address the newcomer!
"Yes! YES! The pack! The WOLF PACK! You guys are gonna love it--we take care of each other, share secrets, cheer each other up when we're sad... but most importantly we howl at the moon when we see it so that even if we're far away... we can be connected!"

Oh god she's vibrating why is she vibrating

"WOLF PACK! WOLF PAAAAAACK! PUT ON THE EAAAARRSSS IT'S THE WOLLLF PAAAAAACK~"
>Start dancing to get everyone enthused about putting on ears and joining the wolf pack

>>6257000
>Put on the goddamn ears. Only if she promises Ugly 1 to tell her what is going on and has it in green.
Sacrifice!

Out of curiosity are Clover's commands to dogs absolute? like how she sicced them on the suits.

i wanted to commend ritanon specifically on being so fun but then i realized both helenanon and lorenanon are also super solid

>>6257267
Agreed. Having a lot of fun with those two!
>Ritanon
Was I that obvious? :)

>>6257267
>>6257270
Thank you anons! I am brand new to this but having lots of fun, I’m trying to be more active and make my parts more engaging. Thank you narrator too!

χ Ѫ
>Question the new girl.

€
>Tell Ugly 1 what to do.

Samantha
>Survive.

Underneath an azure blue sky, three girls meet.

Clover tilts her wolf-ear headband. This new girl… was SUSPICIOUS. “Who… are you?! Why are you here?”

Lorene looks back at the new arrival, pocketing the ears. The exhausted stranger finally comes to a stop in front of the two girls, leaning heavily on a nearby parking meter as she fitfully tries to catch her breath. “I… uh…”

Hermione calmly gives instructions as she listens. “Tell them your name. Say that you had a dream, and wanted to learn about the Coordinator.”

“I-I’m Samantha! I, uh, wanted to learn about a Coordinator? I think?” The girl internally gives herself a fist-bump. Nailed it! Hermione audibly sighs to herself in the library.

Clover narrows her eyes. The girl was clearly listening to something in her ear… or SOMEONE! Suspicious!!! As she thinks, a genius idea comes to her. She grins and taps the sign on her shirt silently, handing the girl a pair of wolf-ears.

The girl holds them, completely confused. “W-what?” The wolf-girl continues to tap the sign. “O-OH, I’m supposed to JOIN your PACK, huh???” Samantha desperately asks.

Hermione’s brow furrows. What the hell was happening over there? “Ask them what that is.”

Samantha twirls her hair nervously. “H-haha, so, like, what even-?”

>> Ѫ (M3 Wisdom roll: 52 = Success) << (Read the new girl.)

Lorene grins, pulling the girl closer. “This is great! I can’t believe you’re here to be a part of the pack too!” This new girl clearly had no idea what was going on. Rather than simply tell her, the smarter thing to do was to misdirect her and gauge her response. …And, Lorene had to admit, the wolf-girl was quickly growing on her.

Clover’s scream pierces the heavens. Lorene… said ‘be a part of the pack too’?! It was actually going to happen? She was really, finally, ACTUALLY going to have pack-members??! “AAAAAAAA YES! YES! The pack! The WOLF PACK! You guys are gonna LOVE IT!!!” The wolf-girl had completely forgotten what they were trying to do in her excitement. “The wolf pack is AWESOME! We take care of each other, share secrets, cheer each other up when we're sad... but most importantly we howl at the moon when we see it so that even if we're far away... we can be connected!!!"

Hermione winces, covering her ears as the sounds of a wolf-girl squealing in joy shakes her phone’s speakers. “Samantha, report!”

Clover begins to dance excitedly. "WOLF PACK! WOLF PAAAAAACK! PUT ON THE EAAAARRSSS IT'S THE WOLLLF PAAAAAACK~"

Lorene joins in. “Wolf pack! Wolf pack! Wolf pack!”

Bombarded on all sides by chanting, the poor girl’s eyes spin. Hermione groans in frustration. “Agh, just put on the goddamn ears!”

“O-okay!”

>…Samantha has joined the pack.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!!” Clover hugs the two girls tightly, and they all begin to spin around in place. Tears of joy are streaming down her face. “PACK MATES!!!!!”

Lorene just laughs, caught up in the fun, spinning around with them, while Samantha’s new ears twitch in the air.

~~~

[Pack-leader] has been activated!
Clover’s unique magic allows for her to accept willing participants into her pack! Like a family, pack-members form a true bond. Their genuine thoughts intermittently bleed through to one another, and pack-members find each other much easier to understand. Additionally, their Perception increases, as they become more aware of their surroundings with their newfound senses. Members also feel instinctively drawn to wolf-like activities, such as howling in excitement, or growling at danger.

As pack-leader, Clover’s words carry some authority! Members are naturally inclined to follow any (reasonable) instructions she gives. Members also become hesitant to perform actions considered (by Clover) to be un-wolflike! These include being mean, betraying the pack, or lying! At any point in time, members can decide to leave the pack and return to being a lone wolf once more. However, in order to rejoin, they have to receive a new pair of ears from their leader!

~~~

When the happy excitement finally settles, the three girls are holding hands in a circle, out of breath. Samantha can’t help but smile a little. For some reason… she felt accepted. Like she really belonged. Her ears twitch once more. The world also seemed so much clearer, all the noises and scents and sights becoming sharper in her mind. She was almost overcome by an urge to howl.

“We should celebrate!!!” Clover is overcome with blissful joy. What did pack-mates do for fun together?!?!

The corner of Lorene’s mouth is still turned up in bemusement as she watches the two girls.

Hermione simply sighs, a hand massaging her temple as she listens to the phone, wondering what she should do.

>Where to?!

>>6257049
as a pack-leader, dogs naturally listen to her, but her commands aren't absolute. just as a wolf leader wouldn't be able to convince a fellow wolf to just kill themselves, there are limits. however, they will generally try to follow and help out with everything within reason

>>6257267
>>6257270
>>6257397
>>6257049
i am very lucky to have you as players :)

>>6257492
>Where else? To WOLF BURGER, of course! Their Timberwolf Tots are on a HOWL other level!
>When we get there or on the way, ask what Samantha has in her ear!

>>6257492
>Group photo time!
>>6257503
>Earwax
Guess we'll see if Hermione can be contradicted even with magic.

>>6257505
Indeed we shall... Indeed... we... shall....

>>6257492
I’m a bit bewildered by the turn this has taken…sorry Clover, but I’m going to hold off on joining this “wolf pack” until I know what I’m signing myself up for…

But even though I have other priorities right now, I have a gut feeling that I should stick around for a bit longer. Clover seems like she might be willing to help find my parents, and I can’t rule out that the magical murders might be connected to their disappearance too…

>Let Clover drag us to Wolf Burger

And I still can’t shake the feeling that something is off with Samantha…

“Hey Samantha, what was that you said earlier about a coordinator? Did you mean Clover, since she’s the alpha wolf in the wolf pack?”

>>6257516
>Admit don't know what a coordinator is. Is Clover one? That's why she came here for the meeting. Does Lorene have information?

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>Head to Wolf Burger!

€
>Continue to give Ugly 1 directions.

A warm breeze rustles the leaves of the trees lining the street, sunbeams scattering through the branches.

“Let’s go get some food! Since we’re a wolf pack now, we should eat wolf food!! Let’s go to Wolf Burger!!!” Clover suggests excitedly to her new pack-mates. It seemed her self-confidence had been boosted quite a bit from the fortunate turn of events!

“Ah.” Lorene hesitates for a second. She’d already eaten out yesterday with her friends, and even fast food was fairly pricey nowadays. However, looking at Clover’s excited grin, she couldn’t bring herself to raise any objections. She just wouldn’t get anything. She wasn’t that hungry anyway. “Sure, let’s do it!”

“L-let’s get a group photo, first, to mark the occasion!” Samantha chimes in. Without even looking to see their reactions, she pulls out her phone for a group selfie. Clover beams, smiling happily for the camera, tail wagging behind her. Lorene instinctively raises her hand to shield her face. Samantha slips her phone back into her pocket. “Let’s go get some grub!”

“Eehhh? But wolves don’t eat grubs, they’re gross! We’re gonna be getting burgers instead!” Clover grabs Samantha’s hand and begins to happily drag her along.

“That… that’s just a figure of speech, Clover.” Shaking her head with a wry smile, Lorene follows from behind.

~~~

“…So, what did you have in your ear, Samantha??”

Hermione sits up a little straighter. She’d been lounging back in her chair, boredly listening to the wolves’ idle chatter for the last fifteen minutes, but this was important. “Samantha. Tell her it’s just-”

“Oh, it’s just an AirPod!” The girl brushes back her hair to show Clover her ear. “Nothing out of the ordinary!”

Hermione blinks. …What? Perhaps the girl had just gotten caught up in the flow of the conversation.

Lorene narrows her eyes a bit from behind them, but keeps a smile on her face. “What’re you listening to?”

“O-oh, uh, nothing right now!” Samantha laughs nervously. “Sometimes I just like to keep one in, even if I’m not listening to anything! Just a weird quirk of mine!”

Hermione purses her lips. Well, at the very least, she’d made an adequate recovery.

“Gotcha.” Lorene pauses. “Anyway, you were mentioning something about a ‘coordinator’ earlier? Did you mean Clover, since she’s the alpha wolf?”

“Heh heh!” Clover’s ears perk up at her name being mentioned in the same sentence as the word ‘alpha’. “That’d only be natural!”

“U-uh-?”

“Samantha. Say that you honestly don’t know what a Coordinator is, and were hoping to find out. Ask that girl if she has any other information.” Hermione considers what she’d been able to glean thus far. One of the girls’ names was Clover, and there was a girl with a wolf-tail present… and it’d been a meeting for magical girls, according to the dream message. It was most likely Clover Beets, that peasant who’d bitten Rivers the day before; it’d be far too coincidental otherwise. Frustratingly, she’d gotten practically no information about the other girl present.

“Y-yeah, I’m not sure! Is Clover a Coordinator? I kinda came here to find out!”

>?

>>6257628
>Cover the bill. Venmoed money.

>>6257628
"Me? A coordinator? Haha! Noooo... but apparently the coordinator was KILLED!"

Clover blinks.

"... You didn't kill them, right, Sammy?"

>>6257702
>Denial. Ask if they called the police yet. Anger at accusation from packmember.

>>6257628
>>6257702
Lorene facepalms

>>6258031
"Whaaaat? Wolf Pack Rule #1: Wolves NEVER lie to each other! Look it up! It's true!"
>Clover also quietly notices Lorene hasn't put on her ears... and the jury's still out on whether SHE'S a killer or not too.... the LONER WOLF takes a big bite of her WOLF BURGER as her eyes shift between Samantha and Lorene... and the restaurant in case more Men in Black are on the way...

11:30 AM

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>Eat lunch.

The three girls arrive at the restaurant.

"Me? A Coordinator? Haha! Noooo... but apparently the Coordinator was KILLED!" Clover pulls open the glass door, looking back with a smile at her pack-mate. Then she blinks, considering something. “…Wait. You didn’t kill them, right Sammy?”

“W-what?!?” Samantha shakes her head in denial furiously, without even needing prompting from Hermione. “I-I don’t even know what a Coordinator is! Is it like a person or something? W-what do you mean killed?!”

“Welcome!” The cashier calls out, noticing the three girls about to enter. “Come on in!”

Lorene sighs, walking through the door casually. “You two should order something. We can continue the conversation once we’re all sitting down.”

As the three girls stand before the menu, Clover glances at Lorene. “What are you gonna get, Lor-Lor? The Timberwolf Tots are great!”

Lorene just stares straight ahead, not wanting to tempt herself by trying to rationalize the prices. “Oh, nothing. I’m not too hungry, I’ll just watch you guys eat.”

“O-oh?” Samantha tilts her head, then glances down at the notification on her phone screen. “D-don’t worry, lunch is on me! You two can get whatever you want!”

“What? Really?!” Clover looks back up at the options. She just going to get the small meal, since the spending money Henry had left her was running a little low, but if Samantha was paying… she was very sorely tempted to get the BIG burger her brother always ordered whenever they used to eat here. “Are you sure? A good pack-leader doesn’t make her pack-mates pay for things!”

Samantha nods. “Mhm! It’s not even my- ahem, it’s all good! Get anything!”

“Alright!” Clover gives the girl a brief hug. “Thanks, Sammy!” The wolf-girl rushes up to the front to rattle off her request, tail wagging behind her.

Samantha turns to Lorene. “W-what are you going to order?”

“I’m good.”

“W-wha?” Samantha tilts her head. “Don’t worry about it, really! It’d be sad if you just had to watch the two of us eat!”

Lorene gives a small forced smile. “I’m fine. I don’t like owing people things.”

“O-oh, I wasn’t gonna make you pay me back or anything!” Lorene’s smile remains unchanged. Samantha looks down. “B-but alright, if you’re sure…”

The three find a nice booth to sit at with their trays of food. Clover’s mouth waters as she unveils the massive Wolf Burger. She looks to the side, noticing Lorene hadn’t ordered anything. The wolf-girl slides her French fries over. “Here, Lorene! I don’t think I can finish all of this, so help me out with my fries! This burger is way bigger than I thought!”

Lorene tries to avoid looking at the food, but the perfectly salted fries are making her hungry. “I’m okay, really.”

“Alright! I’ll just leave the fries over there, so you can help me out if you ever change your mind!” Eyes sparkling, Clover takes a much-anticipated first bite out of her burger and internally squees, kicking her legs. The flavor was so good! Henry had really good taste!

Samantha takes a bite out of her own sandwich and has to relish the taste of the freshly grilled flavors as well. Lorene surreptitiously takes a few fries to nibble on.

€:
>Eat lunch too.

Hermione sits at an ornate table, looking out at the garden as she begins to delicately cut into her freshly grilled salmon. Her phone, set to speaker as she continues to listen in on Samantha’s conversations, is set on the table nearby.

The report from the tech specialist had been rather underwhelming. After his cursory overview, the only things he’d been able to find were one-off posts on various different websites asking questions possibly related to magical girls, but they were all either anonymous or from accounts long abandoned. He’d mentioned he could attempt to do an intensive combover through every known internet access point he had available reach for, but the results would possibly take days to come out, and the return on investment was beginning to become doubtful in Hermione’s mind. Her focus returns to Samantha’s wolf-girl adventure, as their conversation begins to shift back into more interesting territory.

12:05 PM

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As the food winds down and Lorene feels a small envious pang in her stomach at having watched the other two enjoy their meals, Clover wipes her mouth with a napkin and looks back up at Samantha with curious eyes. “So, you don’t know the Coordinator either? Apparently she was another girl, like us.”

Samantha sips at her water. “No, I don’t know anything at all!” As the weight of what Clover said begins to sink in, the girl’s eyes widen. “…Wait. You’re saying that a person… d-died?”

A calming voice speaks in her ear. “Samantha. Don’t panic. Keep your composure. Ask them what happened, and if the police are involved.”

Samantha takes a deep breath, trying to keep the new revelation from bubbling out of control in her mind. “T-that’s kinda scary… and… wait, you thought I could’ve killed her?!”

“Samantha. Remain calm.” Hermione is listening intently.

“N-no, I didn’t!” Clover kinda had for a moment. “I was just asking! And you better not be lying about it! Wolf pack rule number one: Wolves never lie to each other! Look it up!”

“I… okay??” Samantha looks around nervously. “So, like, why did you think I k-killed someone anyway?? Are the police looking into this?”

Clover puts a hand to her chin. “I don’t know!” As she turns to Lorene to see if she had any idea, Clover realizes that Lorene had never put on the ears. …A little suspicious. And a bit hurtful.

Lorene just watches the two, non-plussed. “We really don’t know too much, at this point.” She pauses, as she considers whether or not to share that they knew the location of the body. “All we really know is that she apparently died.”

The three girls stare down at the table in front of them, Clover intermittently taking the last sips of her milkshake.

>What now?

hope you're all having a nice weekend!

damn, i typoed
but i'm not about to delete four posts just to add a word back in
probably

>>6258281
>Exchange phone numbers. They're essentially friends.

>>6258281
>Wolves never lie to each other! Look it up!
i mean

>>6258338
shhh

Can I ask the tech specialist if a certain image can be put onto digital displays throughout the city?

>>6258397
damn miss rockefeller, i'm a tech specialist, aka glorified IT who can also do some basic internet requests, not a leet hacker capable of hacking every screen across the city simultaneously
...but maybe if i got enough money to back up the request (might be talking millions here)

>>6258447
(this can also be negotiated down potentially)

>>6258447
Hacking wasn't my thought. More of an assumption that the family had contacts with folks who run ads. Dress up plastering the weasel with the text, 'come get this emotional unit' as a research project across the city.

On that note, what are your guys plans for the whole murder mystery? Are we just going leave the body to rot for now?

>>6258467
oh, then you'd be wanting to call in the advertiser connections, then
they might question why you want to do that, since it could damage the advertiser's reputation depending on what exactly you want them to show (might lead to people thinking they all got easily hacked, or etc)

(i actually really do like this idea, but i can't just hand it over that easily!)

>>6258469
Research project for school marketing class. Peddling/gauging interest for a line of plushies. Showing pics of caged weasel

>>6258473
would be a pretty insane middle school/high school project
also how long would you want it up for, how would you even collect your 'data', and you'd be wanting to take up the whole of every electronic billboard for your shitty powerpoint slide with a picture of a caged weasel?
also also you can roll int 5 for a workable hint, or think it out

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>6258483
For a week or so. I would guess a good way to gauge interest would to put a QR code to a coming soon website and then it could be looked at how many visitors it ended up getting. I was thinking it could be on displays which run through a couple of ads for a minute or two. There's also that online advertisements which could work. Might want to send it to the folks in marketing to pretty it up a bit.

I roll for int anyways. Fused gyri are a go!

>>6258490
today's hint! (tm), sponsored by fukugawa associates --"for a better tomorrow"--
if your goal is to just attract weasels, you don't gotta take up a whole advertising slot- something subtle would also work, whether it's a faint overlay for half the screen, or an outlined image in the corner. you also have to consider how weasels would look at the screen and know where to go, because sure they might be intrigued, but they don't know who put it up, or why they put it up, or where to even go

>>6258492
A corner image would work, with the words RESPECT on top.

>>6258497
that's a pretty smart idea, i like it. now the only question is how you're going to intrigue them. a picture of a caged weasel probably ain't gonna cut it, since they're a hivemind and also they know what your power is

>>6258501
Emotional weasel, that its been isolated and induced into emotions. So faint text, claiming she's done it when the QR code or pictured cage is looked at.

>>6258504
after internal deliberation and discussion, the review board has determined that such a ruse would be unlikely to bait them. as a hivemind, they would notice one of their own suddenly disappearing from the network. inducing some human semblance of emotions would likely be even more difficult, if not impossible without some guca wishing for it for some reason. fuck if i know how their brains work tho. lastly, if you manage to convince them you somehow managed to isolate a weasel from the network and induce emotions in it without them ever having been aware, why would they send more to show up to potentially get the same thing done to them

>>6258510
>suddenly disappearing from the network
that's the mystery, could it be a revived corpse? can it still contract?
>why would they send more to show up to potentially get the same thing done to them
Curiosity, those things don't feel fear, and iirc they hunt down emotional weasels to put in an asylum.

>>6258281
>Dramatically slam finished milkshake on the table and stand up in the booth!
"Well we know one more thing: we know where the crime was committed! And I say we check it out for ourselves!"
>Hold out paw expectantly until every girl puts theirs in. And I mean EVERY GIRL. LORENE.

>>6258537
>They actually have where the body is and haven't contacted the police?!

>>6258537
And YES, Samantha's coming with because Clover totally believes she's another Meguca. No ifs ands or buts about it!

>>6258542
"I don't want to alarm you, Sammy, but this case goes much deeper than the police. There are deeper, far more sinister forces at play in this whole thing... and you should never send a pig to do a wolf's job! Another fact for you all to write down! You'll be quizzed!"

>>6258281
>>6258537
>Hesitate for a moment…
“Samantha…are you really one of us? Mind telling us what we are?”
>Side-eye Clover and hope she will back me up…something is still weird…

>>6258545
>Can she tell the address first at least?

>>6258552
"Sure, pupper pal! It's-"
>>6258551
"... Hey, yea... I mean, I know you're totally part of the pack and all, but are you..."
>Gesticulates wildly
"Y-you know...?"

>>6258551
>>6258559
>Give Ugly 1 the appropriate answer. Magical girls. They all have seen the weasel before.

>>6258561
"Woah, neat! What your power? Say, let's go outside and you can show us!"

>>6258563
>She doesn't know what her power is. She's shy about the lack of knowledge. Don't push, it's mean.

>>6258537
>Put paw in. Ugly 1 will go by Hermione's command and Beets' urging.

>>6258525
my main thing is that it just seems inefficient to send more bodies into a possible death trap, if forcibly isolating a kyubey from the network and injecting emotions into it were possible

also warmly waiting for the final plan, if you guys are all gonna go or not, even with this new suspicion

>>6258788
>the final plan
Bold of you to assume Clover plans things. She's uncovered a GROOVY mystery! Once a wolf catches a whiff of something interesting, they can't focus on anything else! Look it up!

>>6258803
i expected no less :P
just for clarification, did you tell sammy the address, or did you interrupt yourself once lorene brought up the suspicion? i think it's the latter, but good to make sure

>>6258589
this is going to be a m7 charisma check to convince her to go
she is:
currently with two girls she's just meeting today
the wolf-girl looks kinda similar to the scary girl yesterday who bit evelyn
they're talking about weird scary stuff, like magical girls and powers and uh... murder????
you're asking her to go off to a random isolated location with two strangers she barely knows, where apparently a fucking murder happened, there's supposed to be a dead body??? and also the police apparently don't know and there's a bunch of deep evil stuff going on apparently???
no one in her family knows where she is right now, especially since all she told her mom was she's going to the station
she has no way to defend herself
she might actually die

honestly, this check should probably be m8 or m9, even if you were going to give her thousands of dollars, the only reason it's at m7 is because she's wearing the wolf ears and is slightly more inclined to trusting clover

>>6258820
also qm fiat i'm gonna ask for one good argument to convince her to go (which will boost your roll as well, it's just that this is the one flaw with charisma as a stat, it's assumed that passing rolls will mind control people into doing stupid shit like killing themselves or whatever but it's not realistic)

>>6258820
Clover interrupted herself. Poor girl has a million thoughts a minute and none of 'em mature far past birth.
>>6258820
"What's wrong, Sammy? Lor-Lor? We've got nothing to worry about! Trust me, I'm an Alpha! And a Loner Wolf, but also a Master Pack Leader too!"

>>6258788
True enough, though I would imagine the weasel might come with a magical girl in that case as protection.
>>6258821
Someone has to see the dead body. I thought cult leaders could convince people to do irrational things?
Anyways
>Lie, Ugly 1 just has to agree so the address is revealed and hermione can call the police.

Does Clover roll charisma with me since she's urging her to go?

>>6258853
well, as far as your weasel catching plan, you can do as you like, i realized i'm actually not even supposed to tell you what may or may not happen if you do certain things :P
as far as cults, that takes time, even the most charismatic cult leader can't just tell a random guy on the street to kill himself. it takes weeks to months of finding the particularly vulnerable, isolating them from friends and family, convincing them of the 'truth' of the world, then you can get them to drink kool aid. samantha's still a regular girl.
Clover's charisma is bad, she autofails
if you use that argument, you don't even have to roll, but what she's gonna do is ask for the address first, and chicken out/not go if the two refuse to reveal it to her (actually technically only Clover has the address)

>>6258821
>Flattery, she's handled all the weirdness well so far. She's the only one Hermione can ask to do this. A special eye for seeing things that others don't have. It's her choice in the end, but if she does go the reward will be even greater.
>Lie, the security detail is on standby can be there in an instant to escort her to safety. The location has to be confirmed, someone similar enough to these two that can be trusted.

>>6258930
lying that security is on standby works
poor samantha being sent straight into the metaphorical lion's den :(
m7 charisma roll

>>6258822
I don’t know what to do…Samantha is suspicious, Clover is all over the place… But what else can I do? I don’t have any other ideas of what to do right now. And…even if this doesn’t lead me to my parents, magical girls do have responsibilities…
“Okay, I’m in…let’s at least see what’s going on.”
>Put hand—er, paw—in to the middle.

>>6258931
Do I roll wisdom on arguments?

>>6258933
>Puts paw in middle
>Not hand
Howl yea

>>6258944
you can, if you'd like
you have three main arguments
-flattery/you're the only one i can ask to do this, m4 wisdom check
-i'll reward you more if you go, m4 wisdom check
-security is on standby and can escort you to safety, m3 wisdom check
included in the dcs is the fact that you have to think quickly, otherwise she's going to very noticeably pause for a long time or do her gut response

Rolled 4, 45, 38 = 87 (3d100)

>>6258947
Inbred mentality go!

>>6258948
you got no clue how the first two arguments will go, the last argument does calm her somewhat so +10

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>6258949
Keep them. Malformed charisma go!

>>6258950
samanthabros, things may be getting dicey for our girl...

>>6258952
JOIN. OUR. WOLF. PACK.

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>Go to the Coordinator’s office.

€
>Convince Samantha to go as well.

The table is silent, except for the infrequent slurping sounds coming from Clover’s milkshake. Samantha’s hands are shaking in her lap, hidden from sight. Were the two of them… serious about this? Was there an actual… k-killing?

“…Samantha. If you can, try to get their phone numbers. Say that you’re all friends now.” Hermione’s voice is a bit gentler than usual.

The girl doesn’t nod or do anything. She just stares at the laminated wood of the table in front of her.

Clover finishes her milkshake and slams the empty glass down on the table dramatically. Samantha jumps a little, startled at the sudden noise. Lorene simply watches. The wolf-girl stands, a confident glint in her eye. "Well, we know one more thing: we know where the crime was committed!"

“Y-you’re saying we know where this happened and haven’t contacted the police?!” Samantha looks up at the wolf-girl fearfully.

Clover glances at her with the corner of her lip upturned in a grin. “Not to alarm you, Sammy, but this case goes much deeper than the police. There are deeper, far more sinister forces at play... and you should never send a pig to do a wolf's job!”

“W-what?! This sounds exactly like something they should be handling!”

Clover puts her hand over the middle of the table, staring at the two girls with determined eyes. “This is our responsibility. We need to check it out for ourselves!”

Samantha looks between Lorene and Clover frantically. T-they couldn’t possibly be saying that they needed to go see the murder site!

Lorene stares at the girl with cool eyes. “…Samantha. Are you really one of us? Mind telling us what we are?”

Clover blinks, turning toward Samantha. “Hey, yeah! I know you’re part of the pack and all, but are you…?” Her hand waves in the air.

O-one of us? What the hell was this, some death cult?! Before Samantha can panic even further, a cool voice speaks in her ear. “Magical girls. Say that you’re all magical girls.”

“M-magical girls?”

“Yeah!” Clover beams at her. “What’s your power? Can you show us?”

“I-I-I don’t know!” This was beginning to get out of hand! These girls were crazy!

The wolf-girl puts a hand to her chin, before shrugging. “Okay! No worries!” She puts her hand back in the middle, looking at the other two expectantly. “Are we in this, or what?!”

The two girls just stare at that hand, one in fear, the other with preoccupied thoughts.

Clover looks between the two of them. "What's wrong, Sammy? Lor-Lor? We've got nothing to worry about! Trust me, I'm an Alpha! And a Loner Wolf, but also a Master Pack Leader too!"

None of that made Samantha any more confident.

Lorene ruminates. Then, she slowly puts her hand in. “Okay. I’m in. Let’s at least see what’s going on.”

Clover turns to Samantha. She just continues to stare at the hands in the middle of the table miserably, shrinking back.

“…Samantha.” Hermione’s voice is soft. “I know it’s scary, but I need you to go with them.”

>You’ve done well up until now. You’re the only one who can do this. +2

She didn’t care how well she’d been doing up until now! This was way out of her depth! …But, it was possibly true that she and Hermione were the only two normal people who knew about this. If she didn’t go, it was possible the police would never find out and be able to investigate.

>You will be rewarded greatly. -10

Lives were on the line! Maybe even hers! What was the point of any reward if she was going to die for it?

>Security will be on stand-by and ensure your safety. (Lie) (Auto-success) +10

Samantha’s heart beats slightly slower. If the Rockefeller security team was going to be following them, then… maybe it’d be okay. Maybe the worst wouldn’t come to pass.

>> € (M7 Charisma roll: 79 + 2 = 81 = Success) << (Encourage her to go.)

“O-okay.” Samantha puts her hand in, looking up at Clover. “I’ll go.”

12:43 PM

The bus ride is quiet. After glancing at a city map, Clover had determined which routes they needed to take, and the two girls followed her lead silently. Eventually, the bus pulls to a stop in a quieter residential area, and the three get off.

Clover walks ahead, both her and Samantha’s ears twitching. They pause before an old café, its shutters closed and interior darkened, oddly juxtaposed between two tall brick residential buildings.

“I-Is this the place?” Samantha’s hand is on her phone in her pocket, tracing the outline of her phone case nervously.

“Not yet.” Clover cautiously continues forward into the alley between the café and the residential building. Even with the sun shining brightly and a blue sky above, in the large shadow cast by the brick building over the alley, an eerie atmosphere lingers. The three eventually find an ornate door, set into the brick wall, with three concrete steps leading up to it. There’s a stain on the wall nearby.

“…” On closer examination, the door is slightly ajar. An unpleasant scent is faintly present in the air, along with a hint of sickly-sweet flowers.

“It… it looks like we’re here.”

>Enter?

>>6259125
As if! None of my packmates are getting hurt on my watch! A pack leader always keeps the pack at the front of her mind!
>Call a doggie and ask if he can sniff around first. He'll get some Timber Tots if he does!
>Give Sammie a lick on the cheek--she looks like she could use some TLC!
>Try not to cry about actually having PACKMATES for once! EEEEEE!

>>6259125
>Look around. Follow their lead. Breathe.
>Send Ugly 1’s location to a free security detail, Hermione is urgently worried about a friend and would like some eyes.

χ:
>Find a dog to go sniff around.

“Just a second, guys!” Clover looks around for a moment, before dashing off briefly, leaving the two girls by the door. A dog is sitting by some dumpsters a little further back in the alley, lounging around lazily. “Hey, doggie! You mind coming with me to help sniff a place out? I’ll give you a treat!”

The dog gives a single bark, then stands and slowly follows her back, ears drooping boredly as if he were a salaryman being forced to do his job. As they near the entrance area, the dog’s hackles raise, and he starts slowly growling, eyes somehow seeming much more serious. When Clover returns, she sees Samantha muttering to herself, wide-eyed.

“This is definitely the place... I-I want to leave now…”

>Where would you like the dog to go?

and yes samantha's message is directed to you, hermione, though to an outside party it may just seem like her muttering to herself

>>6259138
I'd like 'em to head inside and a bit deeper into the foyer or whatever lies beyond the door, just to ensure there aren't any ambushes or traps waiting inside. If there are other rooms within then I guess we'll just have to play it by ear. Luckily I got plenty of Tots left over! Big Bro is gonna be disappointed when he doesn't get 'em, but this is important!
>Also examine the stain on the wall if possible

>>6259143
examining the wall is an auto-success with clover's perception
looks like someone threw up there recently

>>6259144
Probably that girl from earlier... gonna have to remember this!

>>6259139
>She just needs to confirm it, then Hermione will get her out safe and sound. Just a bit more.
>Take the handkerchief from her purse, dab it with some hand sanitizer, and put it up to her nose.
Ugly 1 doesn’t understand that she will see a dead body and be traumatized in Hermione’s stead.

>>6259152
samanthabrothers...
debating whether or not to make you roll charisma, but actually, i'll just let you have it

Clover, would you mind rolling a general perception?

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>6259138
>>6259170
For you, Hermione, anything~