Thread 6324430

in a meaningless world, a girl finds heaven in scarlet mist

previous: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mahiru

FAQ

Q: What the hell are you doing?
I still don’t know bro

Q: You’re a liar, you meanie :(. You said this would be up in September?
Yup, I’m a lazy sack of shit. Sorry. Excuses are for bitches. Ignore the fact that I am a little bitch

Q: What is this thing?
This is a multiplayer Madoka quest, where some gucas made magical girls and are fucking around in a world of my design. We currently have three players, including our resident autist Clover, aristocratic abomination Hermione, and normal girl Lorene.

Q: How do I play if I’m not one of those three girls?
Unfortunately, I’m a hack and I’m still uncertain on if I can maintain narrative integrity while adding in more gucas. I still want this whole story to have a beginning and an end, after all. However, I have two things for readers. Firstly, you all get to vote in the upcoming interlude! Yay! Secondly, if a new magical girl is created as a result of the players’ actions (probably Hermione), that girl will be piloted by popular vote. Hopefully reading along is passable enough regardless.

Q: Who even is the girl who hates the cold?
Gotta vote for her to find out. (She’s the Witch they murdered)

Anyway, enough fucking around, let’s get this show on the road.

Intermission

In the deep abyss of dreams, an old TV flickers on.

“…It’s been a while, hm?”

A blonde girl stares through the screen from the other side, hand on her chin as she smiles.

“For those of you who are new here, welcome! For our dear returners, welcome back! I’m your host, Cia. As promised last time, we managed to reserve the opening slot!”

A stock clip of polite clapping plays.

“Thank you, thank you very much! I’m so glad to see you’re all excited!”

She snaps her fingers, and brief clips of four different girls play on the screen.

“We have a marvelous selection of interludes for you to choose from tonight, a glimpse into the past of one of these four magical girls! We take audience polling very seriously, so your top pick will be our star opener, before we dive back into the main story!”

The clapping stops. The girl’s eyes become serious.

“Now, before we get started, I have to give you fair warning. We’re no longer in the first act of this little play. Things are only going to get darker from here. …You could die, depending on your decisions. That girl won’t pull any punches. But…”

The girl puts up a peace sign, sticking out her tongue playfully.

“Before that whole mess begins, let’s lighten up the mood with a (somewhat) heartwarming story! Though it might depend on who you pick, haha… Why don’t you take a look at your options?”

The girl spreads her arms wide, gesturing to the images behind her with a grin.

>Clover Beets
>Hermione Rockefeller
>Lorene Lovelace
>The girl who hates the cold

>>6324435
>The girl who hates the cold

>>6324436
damn bro what the fuck you appeared instantly

Wow, is it September already…?

>>6324430 (OP)
>PIC VERY RELATED!
HOWLy shit OP I was just beginning to lose hope and I'm so so happy to be proven wrong! So glad you're back :)

>The girl who hates the cold

>>6324461
nah it's still august

>>6324475
that's my area of expertise, making people lose hope :P

alright i'll wait like an hour more or something then just roll

>>6324521
Dude we both voted for cold girl

>>6324533
Roll as in lets get the show rolling. not 1d2

>>6324533
yeah i know x) hermione is right, i meant post the first post.

Sorry gals I'm a little special needs my bad

>The girl who hates the cold

"Ehhhhhh? You guys wanted to hear more about her?" The girl bursts out laughing. "How interesting! Me personally, I'd have just let bygones be bygones, since her story's gonna end in tragedy anyway, but if that's what you all want!"

She holds up a hand, about to snap once more, then pauses.

"Right, one last thing. We may not be able to interact with the past as much as Madoka could, but you guys can still nudge her along! A lot of things may be set in stone, but maybe you could make her a little happier before the end?"

The girl's eyes grow a little colder.

"Not that it matters too much. After all, she's just another one of those idiots who wasted her wish on nothing."

The girl snaps. The curtain falls.

“…Hey. Why are you crying?”

A girl sniffles, coated in a light dusting of snow, as winter clouds block the sky in an overcoat of grey. “…No one wants to play with me.”

“Huh. Me too! We should stick together!”

The girl looks up, a little shocked, and sees another girl smiling at her, tears in her eyes just like her own. That day, a friendship was formed underneath the frozen branches of a snow-laden tree.

~~~

“Bleeeeh, I’m so dead!!”

“Haha come on, Alice, it wasn’t that bad.”

It's autumn. The leaves are turning orange, the heat of the summer is beginning to fade, and the school year has begun once more. With it, old friends are reunited, new friends are made, and the ever-present tides of change come to the fore, as children enter a new year of their lives. The panicking girl pouts. “No, it was! It really was! He’s gonna make me present all over again! Why did I even think it was a good idea to try to put in a joke???”

Her friend giggles. “Well, I thought it was funny.”

“That’s not fair! That’s because you know me!!” The girl crosses her arms with a huff. “I can’t show my face in that class ever again.”

The end of the school day was Alice’s favorite part of the day. Of course, the fact that school was finally over played a large part in that, but by far what she enjoyed the most about it was that she got to walk home with her best friend. Classmates and acquaintances had come and gone over the years, but Sophie and her had been best friends forever.

…Though, there could be a disruption to that comfortable schedule soon.

“Hey, Sophie?”

“Hmm?” The brown-haired girl looks back at her with a smile.

“…Are you really going to join the art club?”

“Yeah! I think so?”

Alice kicks a pebble along the road. “What’s so cool about art anyway? Isn’t it just a bunch of random paint splashes? You can just take pictures of stuff nowadays, anyway.”

Sophie’s eyes sparkle as she whirls around to grab her hands excitedly. “That’s the thing! It can seem like random colors and lines, but there’s so many layers to it! Sure, some abstract art is meaningless garbage, but other pieces can have so much artistry in each brushstroke! And that’s just abstract art! Portraits and realistic pieces might seem like they’re just trying to mimic the real world, but there’s so much nuance in how they frame the subject, the lighting, and-!”

The words all start to blur together in her mind as her friend goes on a passionate speech, but she was happy for her. She was supposed to be happy for her. Sophie had found something she cared this much about. It was good news, great news. She just had the unsettling feeling that this was the beginning of the end for something precious.

“-right???”

“Huh?” Alice blinked, then let out a nervous laugh. “Haha yeah…”

“Anyway, the first meeting is going to be next Monday, and I’m pretty excited. I wonder if there are other people who see it like I do?” Sophie lets go of her hands, and they resume walking back toward their neighborhood, the art-lover humming all the way.

“…Hey Sophie?”

“Yeah?”

“Does the art club have meetings every day after school?”

“I think so! Sometimes there are weekend trips to the museum too!”

“Ah.” Alice looks down at her feet for a moment, before putting on a jokey grin and throwing an arm around her friend’s shoulder. “Hey, who am I gonna walk home with, then? You’d really leave your best friend all alone?”

“Hmm, you bring up a good point…” Sophie puts a hand to her chin. “Why don’t you just join the art club too, then? We can walk home together after the meetings like usual!”

Alice blinks. She didn’t really care about art, but that was a possibility. If she were to join, they could keep up their same routine?

>Join the art club.
>Don’t.

>>6324552
>Join the art club.

>>6324552
>join

>>6324545
don't worry about it, we're all special needs here

also i'm still not a graphic designer, shit looks so ugly and i should use more formatting, FUCK

>Join the art club.

The bell rings. Classes are over.

Alice drags her feet as she shuffles slowly to the clubroom. It really wasn’t that bad, she told herself. Sitting around for an hour was basically nothing. Sometimes she got to chat with Sophie, too.

When she arrives, her friend is already there, surrounded by a circle of her newest buddies.

“Whoa, how did you do the colors on that painting, Sophie?!”
“The sunset looks so vibrant!”
“The shading looks so natural, and frames the subject perfectly!”

“Haha, thanks everyone… I just really had this image in my head I wanted to get down, so I took my canvas home yesterday and worked on it all night…” Sophie sheepishly scratches her head, nearly overwhelmed with praise. When she notices a certain girl entering the room, she perks up and waves at her. “Hey, Alice!!!”

Alice gives a half-hearted wave in reply. “Hi, Sophie.”

The art-lover is quickly swept back up into another conversation, and Alice simply makes her way to the back of the clubroom quietly, sitting by her usual corner easel. Eventually, after agonizing minutes of trying to tune out the excited chatter next to her, the art teacher makes it into the room. The other club members finally quiet down.

“Sorry I’m late, everyone! I was busy getting together some examples of impressionist landscapes, like Lily requested. I was thinking we could do our usual discussion and analysis of these pieces to start the meeting off, then try to do some rough sketches of our own in the last fifteen minutes!”

The lights are dimmed, and the first piece is projected onto the wall. The teacher begins to give some background history on the artwork. Alice yawns and leans back against the warm window, staring up at the ceiling blankly.

At first, she tried, she really did. She tried to force herself to like art. She tried to force herself to see all the random intricacies and details her clubmates pointed out, tried to appreciate them as much as they did. But, eventually, she found out it was pointless. The vase of daisies was just a vase of daisies. The flowers being wobbly meant nothing to her.

The teacher stopped calling on her for comments after the fifth time she said she didn’t know.

“…Alright, that’s it for today! I’ll see you all tomorrow!”

When the hour mercifully comes to an end, Alice stands and stretches, grabbing her bag before looking for her friend. Sophie was on the other side of the room, looking at another girl’s canvas, giving hushed yet excited comments.

Alice glances to the side, politely waiting a moment, but Sophie was still going. She eventually sighs, and starts to head over to her. “Hey, Sophie, you ready to-?”

“Sophie!! Lily!! Do you want to grab some food with us?!”

Two club members, whom Alice hadn’t bothered to remember the names of, burst into the conversation excitedly. Lily, the girl at the canvas, nods eagerly. Sophie is about to as well, before she seems to remember something. “Sorry, I usually walk home with…” She glances around, before seeing her. “Alice!” Her smile was still genuine. “Do you want to go grab some food quickly before heading back home?”

…

>Sure!
>No, not really.

oh yeah, also, don't feel confined to the presented options!!!!!! you guys can always try to write-in and do what you want, these are just the things alice immediately thinks of doing!

>>6324600
>Sure
Food's food. If it gets annoying and Lily isn't cool either we can dip out early

i'm gonna sleep
in tradition with the first thread, if you ever have any questions or problems with anything, just let a brother know
i also reserve the right to write what i want
and yes i'm still a fucking wagie, FUCK-

>>6324600
>Sure!

>>6324600
>Damn straight bitch can't live on anime and rice alone hahaha shieeeeett

>>6324751
>>6324600
I'm amending my vote so that we say this specifically

>Say that specifically.

The eyes of four people on her, Alice’s brain short-circuits.

“D-d-damn straight, b-bitch, can’t live on a-anime and rice alone ahhahahahahaaaaa…?”

The four people blink. The girl feels like jumping out of the window and dying. Sophie covers her mouth to hide her giggle, but her shoulders shake from laughter. “W-what even was that, Alice? Say it again, say it again!”

“aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA let’s just go eat!!!!”

~~~

“So then, the teacher had to ask one of the boys to go kill the cockroach!!”

“Haha!” Sophie wipes a tear from her eye. “You know, that reminds me of when-!”

“Sophieeeee!!! Which art museum do you want to go to this weekend??” One of the other club members interrupts their conversation, hugging said girl tightly.

“Oh hey Hannah!! I was thinking we might check out [REDACTED] Metropolitan, I hear they’re reopening their classical gallery to the public!”

As Sophie is swept up into the larger group conversation, Alice is left to simply watch from behind. For the briefest of moments, she thinks of reaching out to drag back her best friend, but it’d be kinda weird and rude. And she looks so happy, still. The girl sighs, and just continues to walk, trailing the others from behind.

“S-sophie’s so popular now, h-huh?”

“Hm?” A little startled, Alice glances to her side. Lily stares at the three girls in front of them longingly. “…I guess?”

“I… I’ve gotta be more like her…!” The mousy girl rushes forward to join the conversation over art. Alice just watches, her brain caught in a loop. Sophie… was popular now? That girl, the shy girl who’d been by her side for years, the girl who’d been her only friend for all this time, the girl who’d been crying in the snow because no one wanted to play with her, she was… popular?

It wasn’t much longer until their precious after-school routine was broken, only a month or two after that afternoon with impressionist art. Lily had wanted Sophie’s help with her self-portrait. Sophie apologized profusely the next day, but it was a pattern that kept recurring. Eventually, Alice would be lucky if she had two days to walk home with her friend each week. That hour in art club became more and more miserable with each passing day.

It was December. Technically, the anniversary of their friendship was coming up soon. The art club had a winter trip planned, to a cabin by a local lake. They were going to be ice-skating, sketching out landscapes, and huddling by the fireplace with hot cocoa while they watched art documentaries. It seemed like it’d probably be fun.

“Whaaat, how come you don’t want to go, Alice?”

It was a rare afternoon where she actually got to walk home with Sophie. “I just… don’t really feel like it too much, I guess haha… I don’t really know anyone else in the club that well.”

Sophie pouts. “Come onnn, you talk with Lily and Hannah sometimes, right?”

Not really.

“Ally and Jack are pretty cool too! You’ll have tons of fun hanging out, I’ll make sure of it!”

She said they’d be able to keep up their after-school routine, too.

“Pleeease, Alice? It just wouldn’t be the same without you there!”

So Sophie was going to go, whether she wanted her to or not.

>Go on the winter trip.
>Don’t.

>>6325040
>Go on the winter trip.

>>6325040
>Don’t.

we aren't having fun already, let's let our friend miss us a bit

>“D-d-damn straight, b-bitch
lol'd heartily

>>6325040
>Don't
Howlmie we're 'The Girl Who Hates The Cold', not 'The Girl Who Goes To A Place Suspiciously Like Where We Kicked Her Witch Ass'

>Don’t.

“You sure?”

Alice forces a smile. “Yeah.”

“You suuure?? We’re gonna bake some cookies too, I know you love sweets!”

Her smile is straining at the seams. “I’m fine. You should go without me.”

Sophie frowns, staring intently at Alice’s face. After a prolonged moment, she sighs. “Haaah, okay. I’ll be sure to bring a cookie or two back for you, okay?”

“That sounds great.”

The two of them are silent for the rest of the walk home.

~~~

December 16th. The day they first became friends.

Alice stares down at the ground, sitting underneath a certain tree from years ago. This winter felt colder than usual. Instead of super fluffy snow, most things were just frozen over in slick ice. Probably good for ice skating, she mused.

An icy breeze blows through, and the girl shivers. She rubs her hands together, breathing hot air onto them to try to warm them even a little bit, before pulling out her phone. No messages, yet. As expected. Sophie was on her super fun winter trip with her art club friends, after all. The girl puts her phone away.

“Haa… haaahh…”

The girl brings her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly as she presses her face into her stockings. Winter had never quite felt this biting before.

For the first time in a long while, she was spending this day alone.

~~~

“So then, Jack tried to hit me with a snowball, but he accidentally knocked into a tree, causing all the snow to fall onto him instead!!”

Sophie’s laughing as she gushes about the trip. Alice can only focus on the fact that she never got a message.

“That last night, watching the horror movie while we were all huddled up around the fire, it really was the best! You really should’ve gone, Alice, we all missed you so much!”

If she did, she would’ve sent that message.

“Oh, right, I almost forgot!” Sophie reaches into her bag, rummaging around, before pulling out a small bag with two cookies. “Here, like I promised!” She sticks out her tongue. “They might be smushed a little bit, there was this whole thing where someone sat on my bag, but they were made with love, okay!!”

Sophie presses it into her hands with a smile. The girl stares down at the small crumpled bag of cookies.

>Let her know how you feel.
>Smile and thank her.

>>6325099
>Let her know how you feel.

>>6325099
>Let her know how you feel.
Might as well rip the Band-Aid off now

both of these are dangerous

>Let her know how you feel
and all the bottled up shit will blow up like a cork on champagne. if we don't know what we feel and we can't manage it, then its fucked

>Smile and thank her.
but if you keep it in then the feelings and insecurities will only get worse over time, and if the relationship dies here then we'll be eaten alive by regret.

the ideal would be to explain our feelings /CALMLY/ like Dumbledore in the book, not the movie, but since that may be too hard i offer the following, sensitive alternative:

>"Soldier, my main man, am 'the girl who hates the cold', not 'the girl who likes cookies with ass'

>Let her know how you feel.

“…I hate you.”

Winter clouds block the sky in an overcoat of grey. Sophie blinks. “…Eh?”

“I hate you, Sophie!”

that day a friendship was formed underneath the frozen branches of a snow-laden tree. “W-what do you-?”

Alice throws the cookies to the ground, stomping on them furiously. “I hate you, I hate art, I hate walking home after school every day! Every single day, I have to sit in that fucking art room for a never-ending hour, and every single day, I have to pretend to be happy and wait patiently just so I can get a crumb of my friend’s attention! Why couldn’t you notice? Why couldn’t you see how miserable it was for me, every single fucking second I spent there?”

Alice shoves Sophie away.

“You promised! You said we’d be able to keep walking home after school like usual! You said you’d always remember that day we met! But no, now you have new friends! Now you have friends who like what you like, and talk about what you like talking about! Everything’s good for Sophie now, right?! She gets her art club, she gets to be popular, and she gets to keep her old best friend hanging around every day for her too!!”

The girl laughs hysterically, laughs until her breath fails her.

“It’s so perfect! All of it! How lucky, Sophie! You get to live such a perfect fucking life, with everything you could have ever wanted, while I get to be surrounded by people and everything I hate!”

Tears streaming down her face, the girl can’t hold it back any longer.

“You’re the worst, Sophie. I wish I never became friends with you.”

…Snow gently falls, covering the two in a light dust. Alice breathes heavily, her breaths rising like smoke to the winter sky as she stares down at her feet. Eventually, she looks up.

“…” Sophie’s lip is trembling. Tears are forming at the corner of her eyes. Her heartfelt cookies were smashed into oblivion. Instantly, the girl wishes she could take back what she said, and instantly, she knew it was far too late.

Sophie runs home, crying all the way.

>>6325242
>>6325231
Yea sorry big dog I don't think that was as calm as you wanted

…It’s cold. It’s really cold.

Alice huddles underneath a frozen tree, shivering, curled up into a small ball. Her jacket is coated in a deep layer of frost. She can’t feel her face anymore.

“Haa… hahahaaaa…!”

The sun is gone. Her phone has thirty missed calls from her mom.

What an idiot. What a stupid fucking idiot.

Alice shoves her face deeper into her knees. Biting her lip, she can’t hold back from crying any longer. With the cold wind howling around her, it feels as if the tears are freezing right on her face.

…

/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Hello, Alice!

The girl continues to sob. The white feline pads a bit closer, before putting its paw on her hand. Startled, the girl jerks back and looks up, tears and snot still smeared across her face.

/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Hello there, Alice Cenhelm!

The girl blinks, still shaking from the cold. “W-what- who are you?”

The cat tilts its head to the side.

/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: My name is Kyubey! I have a request for you!

Its red beady eyes seem to stare straight through her own.

/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Make a contract with me and become a magical girl!

~~~

Winter eventually came to an end.

The girl’s footsteps clack as she walks down the hall. She stops in front of a certain door. For the first time in three months, she’d be stepping into that clubroom once more. She takes a deep breath, before taking the plunge.

“S-sophie! Can I talk to you?!”

The sounds of paintbrushes scratching at their easels slowly comes to a stop. The entire room turns to look at the girl in the doorway.

From her easel in the back, Sophie slowly stands. The girl sitting next to her tries to grab her hand, but Sophie shakes her head with a shaky smile. She looks up at Alice. “S-sure! Let’s talk!”

They walk down the hall in silence. Both of them are shaking a little, yet both of them try not to let the other see. Alice leads her to the grassy courtyard outside, where they both stand beneath a large oak tree. Green leaves are beginning to bud once more, as the warm spring sun shines down through its branches.

The girl turns to face her old friend. “I… Sophie, I’m sorry!”

She looks down at her feet, clasping her hands tightly. She’s not strong enough to look at her right now.

“I-I’m sorry, I really am!” Her voice is shaking. Despite rehearsing it countless times, the words won’t come out right. “I know nothing I say can make up for what I said, but I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I loved being your friend. I loved being able to spend time with you. You’re the only reason why every day at school was so fun for me, through all these years!”

Though she tries, she can’t hold back her tears.

“I’m sorry for being such a horrible person! You found something you truly, genuinely loved, and I was scared! I didn’t want to lose my only friend! I was selfishly trying to hold onto you, selfishly wanting to keep you all for myself! When I saw how much fun you could have without me, I felt like I was being left behind!”

Her hands are trembling. Her voice is cracking.

“I was wrong! I was selfish! And, and- I want you to know that you did nothing wrong! So please, forget all those horrible words I said to you! I didn’t mean any of it at all!”

The girl pants. That was it, right? That was all she wanted to say? No, no, she was a dumbass, she forgot the cookies, the cookies-! Alice scrambles for her bag, rummaging for the small sachet of cookies while her tears blur her vision.

“And- and- I baked some-!”

A warm embrace takes her, bringing her out of the cold. “I… I’m sorry too.”

Alice blinks, her friend’s arms wrapping tightly around her.

“I should’ve noticed how much pain you were going through. I should’ve seen how much you hated the club, should’ve known that you were doing it all just for me.”

Sophie’s crying too.

“I was a bad friend. I was a really bad friend. I was so caught up in everything that I forgot to message you on the day we met!”

Alice whimpers, then begins sobbing anew, hugging her best friend tightly. That spring, the frost that had covered their hearts finally thawed, and the eternal winter had finally come to an end.

When the tears subsided, the two sat down together underneath the tree.

Alice giggles, still a little light-headed from the rush of emotions. She holds up a small bag of cookies. “I-I actually baked some cookies for you, Sophie, but now they’re all smushed because of that hug.”

Sophie laughs, hugging her friend tightly. “That’s hilarious! I guess it’s payback for what I tried to hand to you in December!”

Alice sniffles, crying happy tears while she stares at the crumbled cookies in her hand. “You know, I really am such an idiot…!”

…

“You know, you really are such an idiot.”

A girl pants, blood dripping from her mouth. Countless red strings surround her, hanging her up against the abandoned factory wall.

“What was your wish again? That you could apologize to your friend?”

“Fuck you.” The girl spits, red phlegm spattering on the dusty concrete floor.

“I suppose it did give you something useful. Being able to send out messages to anyone is pretty decent, as far as magic goes.” The magical girl smiles, swinging her cane around lazily. “As long as you have recipients, that is.”

The girl remains silent, trying to squirm against the thin fibers locking her in place.

“Still, arranging an in-person meeting? When you know the killer could have been listening too? There weren’t many things you could’ve done that would have been dumber than that.”

She already knew she was a dumbass. She didn’t need to be reminded. As long as the other magical girls could be safer, that’s all she cared about.

“And, you know what the best part is?” The blonde girl sits on an old crate, resting her chin on her hand. “You actually helped me out quite a bit! I wouldn’t be able to do this if it weren’t for you!”

…what. Alice slowly looks up.

“I hadn’t realized Kyubey managed to contract two other girls in the city! In fact, after tracking you down, I thought I’d be pretty much done!”

No. No no no, she was lying, that couldn’t be right.

“So thanks, messenger-girl! You helped me find who I may have to deal with next!”

Did she fuck up? Did she really fuck up? Are those girls going to be killed now because of her-?

The blonde girl presses onto her soul gem. The girl screams out in pain. “You know, there’s still another way you could help me out! It’s almost comical, how much help you’re giving me!”

No. Please no. She couldn’t Witch out. Not here. Not now.

The blonde girl grins. “I’ll use you to see just what they’re capable of! After all, it’s best to go into these things prepared!”

The girl’s soul gem cracks.

---Ѧ The Girl who Hates the Cold, End Ѧ---

...aaaaaand that was the girl who hates the cold! hope you guys enjoyed! intro posts hopefully tonight, maybe tomorrow!

damn i still need to use more formatting, huh

Huh. Well that's not good. That was that dork I met in the library, wasn't it...

man i fucking hate the cold

>>6325312
>more formatting
You're fine, QM. A story can stand without such stuff.
>just let a brother know
It's just the usage of ..., !!, Haa...haa, and aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA, that sort of irks, when you could use verbs instead to make it more succinct, but that's just style preferences i m o.

I'm a washed-up wagie

>>6325043
accurate

>>6325326
well, we'll see

>>6325329
don't we all

>>6325535
Many thanks for feedback, it is truly appreciated. Good to know that can be annoying, admittedly that was largely the result of me trying to get into the ultra anime girl mindset that is Alice (can't exactly imagine Hermione's sections using those things, for example), but I will be more wary of those cheap tricks in the future. Please continue to offer frequent feedback whenever things are dogshit

>>6325544
>dogshit
It's just preferences.
For example I dislike the script style for dialogue, because I believed when mixed with actions sentence reads better like this:
"What are you going to do? Sta—" The critic was stabbed. "Fuck."
Rather than
Critic: What are you going to do? Sta—
He was stabbed
Critic: Fuck
Both work. Though I personally believe the former allows for more slipping in of little quirks than the latter

Gomen for not posting yet but Lorene is still alive! I will be a bit more available tomorrow…

>>6325546
i love the latter form because it's always clear who is saying what. i err towards the side of redundance cause me myself tend to get lost a lot when reading dialogue, and i want people as dumb as me to be comfy. its very important to keep in mind that this is a matter of preference rather than form, else you end up correcting a style that's not wrong to begin with

that being said: whats everyone opinion on japanese honorifics? ive always found them annoying until i realized that they do convey meaning in their own culture, then i've learned to suck them up

>>6325552
Wolves display respect and deference to their superiors, AKA 'The Alpha', by rolling over on their backs and displaying their bellies! The Alpha displays tolerance of the submissive wolf by standing over them, but not delivering a killing blow! Don't freak out though--oftentimes displays of submission aren't just to avoid a Wolf War! Cubs will perform what's known as 'Active Submission' to receive food from their elders... this can include licking the Alpha's muzzle, tucking their fuzzy wittle tails between their legs, and so much more! Why even bother with silly names and titles when your body can say things so much clearer? Wolves--we could learn a thing or two from them, am I right? Lemme get an 'AWOO' if you agree! #PackTacts

>>6325557
#PackTacts

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.

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.

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! …For the most part. Things never seem to go the way she wants, and it always seems like she messes things up one way or another, but whatever the case, wolves just have to keep moving forward!

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. Currently has no pack members.

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!

The Witch was slain. Under clear summer skies, a grief seed softly descends.

€ Hermione Rockefeller €

Soaked through to the bone, Hermione had quite enough of this hugging nonsense. It was one thing to be wearing damp clothes, quite another to be literally dripping wet, and beyond either of those to be literally dripping wet while forced into an unpleasant group hug by a delusional peasant who believed she was a wolf. At this point, pondering whether it would be in ‘Beatrice’s’ character to push them away was beginning to become irrelevant.

Hermione was here for one reason, and one reason alone: to lay claim to a grief seed. She had no personal need for one at the moment, but it would serve as quite useful leverage in any future magical girl dealings. Beyond that, there was no point to staying any longer. Her first encounter with a Witch did go rather tumultuously at times, and she did have to admit that Beets had helped her up initially after the beast broke through the ice, but this was still a business outing, and needed to be concluded as one. She had an appointment with her mother to attend to, after all.

Ѫ Lorene Lovelace Ѫ

With the slightest smile on her face, Lorene found Clover’s constant excitability somewhat endearing. It was a little surprising she could keep this up after seeing a dead body just a few hours before, but Lorene couldn’t deny the fact that there was always a bit of a thrill after taking down a Witch. The fact that she had someone to back her up during the fight was surprisingly nice as well; all her previous Witch hunts had been solo endeavors.

However, while the hug was fine and all, there were things she had to do. Her parents were still missing, she’d left Olivia behind rather abruptly, and she’d rather not waste time on either of those fronts for much longer. Besides, while she hadn’t checked her soul gem for a while, she still had the spare grief seed from her previous hunt. One of these two could have the grief seed, depending on who needed it more.

χ Clover Beets χ

‘Beatrice’ and Lorene both break away from the hug at the same time.

“S-sorry, but I really ought to be going-!” “This was fun, but I should probably be heading-”

The stuttering homeless girl and the honorary almost-packmate speak over each other, but Clover doesn’t really care. She just punches the sky and hops around excitedly. “We did it guys! We actually did it! We were so cool, we were like an actual pack! And we all had each other’s backs like when I helped Bea up or when Lorene was about to get slammed and I zoomed in and- and-!” The girl lets out a massive howl of excitement, unable to hold it in any longer. “That was AWESOME!”

χ € Ѫ

Hermione winces at the howling shriek from the lunatic, her in-built sensibilities telling her to get as far away as possible, lest whatever psychological condition the girl was dealing with somehow proved itself contagious.

Lorene raises her hands to try to calm her down. “Yeah, yeah, it was pretty cool, and thanks for the help, Clover. I’m glad we all made it out okay.” She glances around, before stooping down and picking the grief seed up from the grass. “Alright, I found the grief seed from that Witch. Who needs it?”

The black gem floats in Lorene's hand as she holds it out in front of the two other girls. Clover glances down at the ring on her finger. …right. Her gem was definitely darker after… all that stuff happened yesterday and today.

>Who’s going to get it?

sorry for the wait! this is probably the first time (real) (actually real) where all three of you get to directly interact in person, so that's fun. debate among yourselves how you'll split up this reward. hopefully it won't come to blows

and i know it's been a while since the first thread. i've incorporated a bit of recap into your sections, but if anyone needs any actual recaps of anything, let me know. i've got enough memory in here for all of us

>>6325842
In truth Clover had more or less skimmed through all of the words that cat thing talked at her... she'd been far too preoccupied wondering how wolf pack mentality would change if the animals were naturally born with wings. Surely their migration patterns would be altered, but so would their caloric intake, even if wolves could fly high enough to coast upon air currents high above the tundras and forests. More to the point, how would hunting even WORK? It'd be a completely different process, Clover thought--one akin to hawks or eagles in which speed was the deciding factor, not so much tactics, AKA 'Packtics' as she'd grown to call them. Raptors, however, were far less dense than wolves even without the hollow bone advantage, so pulling out of a 'Death Dive' when acquiring prey would turn every hunt into a life-or-death situation, not to mention potentially tearing apart the pack hierarchy in favor of a more 'Lone Hunter' model which, if she was being honest, would turn her favorite animal and, by association, true form, into a completely different beast entirely.

In any case, Clover vaguely recalls a cloudy gem being a bad thing... turning her attention to her new pal Lor-Lor she shows off her ring with a toothy smile!

>"You're smart, Lor-Lor... this is bad, right?"

She didn't dare take the seed outright. Clover was many things, but above all she was a PACK LEADER... and pack leaders put the good of the pack over the individual... and no wolf would be going hungry under her watch, no sirree...

damn straight, we movin

>>6325842
>Steadily shining eyes. Hands outstretched. Words slowly coming as if drawn from great depths. Writ in large across bony features. Hope.
>>Lie! Sob story! Bea needs it to cement a relationship with Rocky. A lingering pride prevented her from begging her friend outright. She could get proper care for her ill dad, prevent her mom from working herself to death, and an actual home for her family to live. Could do what her brother died trying, the American Dream. She'll repay them tenfold for this, God as witness.
>>Lie! False plan! Bea was told by Rocky that it was needed to bait the weasel and that it could be used to figure out the killer. The weasel tells no lies, knows every contractee, and has senses and mind sharper than humans'; it can be used to narrow down the suspects. Like asking who uses red strings. They can bring justice for the victim. Bea would want the same for herself.
>Photograph the seed. The fake excuse being Bea wants to show Rocky. The truth is witches cannot be seen by those lacking potential. A photo should be the same. She'll present it through the Rockefeller Foundation: orphanages, shelters, hospitals, etc. Plucking candidates from squalor, she'll sponsor them in whatever they want, and gain grateful gofers and wishes.

>>6325883
well it's not me you gotta convince, it's clover here (and lorene when she shows up lmao)

you guys can talk to each other like you did in the first thread (though hermione was piloting our sweet samantha instead), if hermione lies it'll be m7 charisma vs lorene/clover's m4 wisdom if they decide to try to use hidden mechanic 1 against her
the only ones who can resolve this thing is you guys :P on hindsight, maybe we shouldn't have ended thread one on this, so we wouldn't have to start off with just a debate between you three, but it'd be unfair to just give someone the grief seed

>>6325883
Know what? I'll make this easy.
>Let 'Bea' have it.
Pack Leaders put the good of the pack over the individual... and Bea did well for someone who just showed up.

Clover might not be tip-top, but she knows read: thinks that helping someone else in need will make her feel better in kind. She's a tough gal. She's been through worse and she'll get through it too.
Awoo.

classic rita maneuver
damn, hermione just keeps winning at everything
we'll see what lorene has to say before we go

>>6325917
>if hermione lies
I will try to have her lie at least once basically every action.
>>6325923
Now we just gotta wait for Lorene. She's the one with it in hand and the sword. If she wants it there's not much we can do to stop her.
As a compensation, Hermione will tell them about the [REDACTED] so they can check it out.

>>6325926
I honestly couldn't fathom Clover taking it even if she definitely needs it (and she probably totally does), especially when someone else needs 'help'.
>>6325927
Yea I'd honestly be more shocked if Hermie told the truth haha

>>6325927
>I will try to have her lie at least once basically every action.
she's technically lying all the time already lmao

>>6325934
this is true. what a good girl (clover, not the abomination) (just kidding i love you hermione)

>>6325927
this is true in theory. lorene does have control of the situation and could try to do something funny. if it's too funny, she'll probably have to roll mind

>>6325849
“Um, you’re probably not in immediate danger but you need to be careful about your gem getting too dark, Clover. You should probably use this grief seed... Does that sound okay, Bea? How is your soul gem doing?”

>>6325959
>Make a show of reaching out and putting her hand on Lor-Lor's shoulder with fresh determination on my face
It's okay, Lor-Lor... it'll take more than a few clouds to keep this old wolf from going on the hunt... and besides...
>Spin and pose. Don't fall over. DON'T. FALL. OVER.
"Bea needs our help! She's cold, wet, and needs this Seed for her friend Rocky... and a real wolf never leaves another wolf hanging!"
>Wiggle ears and smile.
"Look it up!"

>>6325964
>Wiggle ears and smile.
cute!

>>6325964
your dex is pretty damn good, but to not fall over... nah i can't justify it lmao, it's dex m2 max which you still autopass

>>6325964
>>6325959
>Hermione takes the out provided by Beets and gives them a hopeful smile. She wants the whole seed for herself.

>>6325964
>>6325969
Ok, Bea can have the seed. Seems like the best way to keep everyone happy for now.
>Make a mental note that Clover probably needs one and probably has no idea what is going on.
Btw gm do I have any real idea what is going on with grief seeds and witches?

i wrote up an update but i realized i gotta ask a question first to confirm
after getting the grief seed and telling them about [REDACTED], do you plan on doing anything else with clover and lorene, hermione?

also happy halloween i guess

>>6326039
nah, not really. as far as lorene can remember, she's never interacted with any other magical girls during the month since she made her contract, she just kept to herself and hunted witches

>>6326345
> anything else with clover and lorene
Nah. They can go be big heroines and catch the killer.
> happy halloween
Right back at ya.

€
>Lie.

χ Ѫ
>Let Beatrice have the grief seed.

There’s a brief silence, as all three of them look at the unnatural gem floating in Lorene’s hand.

Vaguely remembering something she was pretty sure was supposed to be important, Clover materializes her soul gem and shows it to Lorene. “Hey... Lor-Lor? This is bad, right…?”

Lorene’s eyes widen slightly. The wolf-girl’s soul gem was pretty dark. Not exactly at the point of panic, but enough to be concerned. “That’s-”

“I-I-I’m so sorry, you two!” ‘Beatrice’ quickly bows her head down apologetically, her shoulders shuddering. “If… if it’s not too much to ask… c-could I have the grief seed?”

As soon as Clover had shown her darkened soul gem, Hermione knew she had to take control of the conversation. Otherwise, it’d have started going down a direction she’d really rather it not. With the eyes of the other two magical girls firmly fixed on her, Hermione begins to weave her tale.

‘Beatrice’ swallows nervously. “My family… w-we needed help. My dad is sick. My mom was working, trying to support all of us: me, my dad, and my brother.” Her voice wavers as she continues. “B-Between the medications and the other costs all building up… my brother said he’d had enough. He took on some risky jobs he said would get us the money we needed, and- and-!” The girl whimpers. “H-he never came back.”

Clover wipes a tear away from the corner of her eye, nodding along sympathetically. Lorene just stares. Not that she didn’t believe her, the poor girl really seemed to be pouring her heart out here, it was just… her dad had gotten suckered by enough sob stories for her to be at least a little skeptical of these things. There were some really rotten people out there.

“I-I have this friend, Rocky…” ‘Beatrice’ swallows. “I didn’t want to just beg, but i-if I can get Rocky a grief seed, t-then a lot of our problems could be fixed… I’d be able to get my dad the medicine he needs and get a place for us to live, like my older brother wanted…” She looks up at the two of them, eyes shining with hope. “So please, c-could I have the grief seed? I’ll pay you both back, I swear!”

Lorene had… a lot of questions. Too many to even count. If this ‘friend’ was truly a friend, wouldn’t he or she have already noticed the situation ‘Beatrice’ was in? How did having a grief seed help this mess at all? If their home situation was so bad, what did ‘Beatrice’ even wish for when she became a magical girl? Why wasn’t their situation already fixed? Who the hell was Rocky?

Clover puts a hand on Lorene’s shoulder with a sad smile. “We should let Bea have it.”

Both girls looking at her expectantly, Lorene blinks. “Uh… we could. That could be a thing we do. It’s just, you do need to be careful about your soul gem getting too dark, Clover, and honestly I think you should be the one to use this grief seed? How’s your soul gem doing, Bea?”

Clover shakes her head with a sad smile. “It's okay, Lor-Lor... it'll take more than a few clouds to keep this old wolf from going on the hunt. And besides...” The wolf-girl does a spin, before making some goofy pose. “Bea needs our help! She's cold, wet, needs this seed for her friend Rocky... and a real wolf never leaves another wolf hanging!” She grins. “Look it up!”

‘Beatrice’ just looks at Lorene pleadingly.

“…Fine.” The girl sighs, tossing the homeless girl the grief seed. “Bea can have it.”

“Yay!” Clover and ‘Beatrice’ jump excitedly in celebration.

€

“Thank you both so much!” Hermione thanks them profusely for the fifth time. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you!”

The idiotic wolf-girl gives her a salute. “Repay us by saving your family, Bea!”

As she’s about to turn away, Hermione pretends as if she just remembered something. “Oh, and one last thing! I heard there was a [Detective’s Office] at the mall!” She waves as she girlishly dashes away. “Best of luck!”

After she turns the third street corner, fully out of their line of sight, she slowly comes to a stop. It’d be idiotic to drop the illusion now, but she’d rather not waste any additional effort running if she didn’t need to.

The girl stares down at the grief seed in her hands, its silvery metal glinting in the summer sun.

>…It’s probably time to head home, take a long bath, and prepare for a conversation with mother, but is there anything else you’d like to do before heading back?

χ Ѫ
Clover stretches in the sun, happy and self-assured about the fact that she did the right thing. Lorene watches the homeless girl as she runs off, before glancing down. Olivia had been blowing up her phone with messages and missed calls. It was a good thing she’d silenced it before the Witch fight; it could’ve been distracting otherwise.

There are a lot of things to consider. Missing parents, magical girl murder, a detective’s office in the mall, a friend to respond to, the wolf-girl’s darkening soul gem, and Lorene still had some suspicions about that ‘Beatrice’ girl. One step at a time, she supposed.

>What next?

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>6326362
>Hum/compose advertisment song for the plushies. Cribbing the theme from 'Pop Goes the Weasel'. Sister can lend musical talents. It'll be a recorded duet to send off to marketing. The opening verse will be, "Let's make a contract!"
>Message butler. Hermione needs to speak to her sister alone. Today. If she has to wake her up in the dead of night she will. Also pick her up.
>Scrape her plaque using the rotten core's sharp end.

General perception, magical signals.

>>6326371
this is m2 perception, so not exactly peak guca performance, but hermione can't sense anything around her right now in particular that's giving off a magical signal, other than the grief seed she's currently holding :P

there's still the possibility that actually i don't want to influence their actions so i won't say it, but i'll wait until i generally know what the other two are doing before i go ahead with hermioneposting, okay?

>>6326363
"SO!"
>Make a show of thinking intently. Adjust ears to half-tilt. Reduce tail wag to zero. Maintain formation.
"Did you hear what she said, Lor-Lor? A Detective's Office... in the Mall!"
Clover's not exactly thrilled at the prospect of revisiting the mall after her last escapade, but the game was afoot... and wolves never give up the chase! Look it up!
>Jab pointer finger in Lor-Lor's direction!
"Care to be the Watson to my Sherlock HOWLmes, hmmm?"
>Actually wait check your phone what time is it because it might be 'Big Bro gets angry at Clover being out late' hour already

>>6326409
currently around or a bit after 3 pm, so you still got maybe 3 hours before 'big bro gets angry at little sis' o clock!

>>6326391
Can Hermione mosey on over to where the driver parked?
>>6326421
What time was mom meet again?

>>6326422
about 5:30 pm
hermione would like a nice long bath after getting soaked in icy water, so that's gonna be an hour of your time at least already :P at least you can still do stuff on your phone in the bath i guess

>>6326422
also yes she's moseying over and saving like five seconds

>>6326424
> an hour
Lotta phone calls then. Unless I’m allowed to pop a head into the dad and sis talks.

>>6326363
Also just to keep things rolling Clover wants to hit up the mall whether Lorene joins or not. Girl could use a soda and a pretzel. And maybe solve a mystery or two
>Go to mall
>Get soda and pretzel
>Search for clues

>>6326621
Who will you bite this time around?

€
>Head home and clean up.

Hermione looks down at her wet clothes with a grimace. Even her hair had yet to fully dry. How disgustingly unpleasant. She pulls out her phone as she walks toward the street where her driver had parked. “Chauffeur! I’m currently heading down [redacted] street, come take me home. And let the maids know to begin preparing my bath, will you?” She hangs up.

Drying her hair with a small towel, seated uncomfortably on the now damp leather seats in her car-ride home with a nearly empty gym-bag at her feet, Hermione glances at a notification on her phone. Excellent. She now had an address for the Beets residence. That investigation team wasn’t entirely worthless, after all. After thinking for a moment, she calls home. “Butler. Is my sister still occupied? I would like to speak with her.”

“A rather rare request from you, my lady. I’m sure she would be pleased to hear it. Unfortunately, she has just gone to bed, after the conclusion of her discussion with your father. Per your mother, miss Aurelia is not to be disturbed for at least seven hours, to ensure she receives adequate rest. I can, however, leave a message for her to review at her leisure.”

“Hm.” Hermione frowns. “No need for a message. Simply inform me as soon as soon as she awakens.”

---

The red-haired girl lets out a contented sigh as she submerges herself in the warm water of her large bath. It was almost impossible to describe the sheer bliss of no longer having to suffer through damp clothing. As she lounges back, she considers the other magical girl, Lorene. She was a bit sharper than Beets, and rather competent at swinging that sword around. Frustratingly, she hadn’t even been able to get a last name, and the girl had covered her face in Samantha’s group photo, meaning it would be difficult to look into her further.

Knowing so little about her was an undesirable position to be in, but she supposed that as long as they stayed out of each other’s way, it didn’t really matter too much.

Hermione lets herself relax, thoroughly enjoying her bath.

>This is nice. Anything to do on your phone? Or preparations for your chat with mother?

well, the possibility i was thinking of was less likely anyway

>>6326621
excellent choice, mall pretzels in particular are peak, i'll wait a bit more for lorene

>>6326659
>Request the maids to pack a bag: binoculars, bandolier, a torch, a lighter, grappling hooks, and bear spray.
>Thumb through the directory. Is the sandalwood gunsmith in here? She needs something with stopping power for a charging monster and a second iron. Perhaps they could also make a working replica dart gun like in Moonraker. She'll finance it using the tooth fairy money.
>Order servants to bring seafood to eat and prep grandfather's lab room. A learned man he was, but it remains to be seen if his equipment is adequate.

Can I pull the classic sibling move and just go bother sis anyways?

>>6326651
A pretzel, of course! Extra dipping sauce!

>>6326676
bag can definitely be packed, both the maids and i are somewhat curious as to what it's for but i guess we'll find out (the maids probably won't though)
you can ask a maid to bring the directory and pull up the basically never called gunsmith page, i will tell you that it'll take at least a week for a completely custom gun, but you can ask to see if you want to purchase a specific gun with stopping power
oysters rockefeller, fantastic choice my lady, the chef will get started right away. i debated a bit on whether gramps would actually have a lab, and i think the compromise i've come to is no it's just his library, but he does have some old-fashioned laboratory equipment in there, no mass spectrometers or anything, just random stuff a hobbyist chemist would have

>>6326680
you may piss off mom a little by disturbing her, but it is something you can do. hermione would unironically have to roll like mind 2 or 3 just to even consider entering her sister's room to ask her for something, they haven't had a relationship like that for years (hermione's interlude reference lel) and it seems like a "desperate little sister who loves her older sister" move to her

>>6326700
>specific gun with stopping power
4 bore gun! And another another revolver
>hobbyist chemist
Alright, I'll figure out another way to crush up puffer fish.
>ask her for something
Honestly it just to harass her into giving up the heiress position while she's sleep deprived.

>>6326702
ah i see
don't you worry, i'll get you that second conversation at some point

>>6326363
Parents are the priority at this point. I’ve spent enough time on side missions for the time being, and I need to come up with an explanation for Olivia…
>>6326409
“Sorry Clover…but I need to go. My parents need me and I’m no closer…”
>unless a detective might know something…?
“Hey Clover, I don’t want to put anything on you. And I know you don’t really know me. But if you stop by that detective office and it seems legit, could you maybe send me a text?”

Sorry for the infrequent and late posts everyone I am finishing up moving :(

>>6326765
How DARE you have a life outside of Meguca Autism Sim

>>6326762
>Put on a smile! Big one! Keep it there!
"Ha! No 'PAW'blem, Lor-Lor! Parents are..."
>SMILE.
"... Parents are important! Especially when you've got two! Really, REALLY super important... and if they need you, well, then that's totally super understandable! Even wolves know that!"
>Adjust tailwag frequency at Lorene's request. Make it look like you're pondering!
"Hmm...."
>Sniff Lorene.
"Yes... yes, my heightened wolf senses tell me all I need to know... and guess what? They're saying to me: 'Clover, you fuzzhead, quit acting like a total Beta around your new pal Lor-Lor and help her already!!!'
"I'll totally send you a text! Pictures too, maybe!"