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146393 No. 146393
[x] Go with Flandre.

“Fuck him.”

“You tried~”

“Fuck you.”

“Maaaaybe~”

“How do you even know what that means?”

“Remilia explained it to me.”

“Explained? And that means what, exactly?”

“Well, Remilia always said ‘learn best by doing,’ so sh-“

You hold up a hand. “Stop. Stop, please. I am entirely not drunk enough for this.”

“But you’ve drunk like seven glasses!”

“And it is still not enough to want you to tell me that story. I think I need to get blackout drunk for that. Speaking of; barman, another White Russian if you please.”

Flandre is still nursing her whiskey sour. “So why didn’t you run?”

You down the White Russian and signal the barman for another. “Because I don’t care anymore.”

“But… it’s no fun this way! I’ve been waiting here for such a long time for you~. And you don’t even want to play and make it interesting.”

“Whatever.”

Flandre puts her hands on her hips and turns to face you. “You just want to get me drunk so you can run off.”

“Nope. I want to drink to forget. You’re going to take me back, and then I get to be Remilia’s mind-slave again.” You twirl your hand in the air half-heartedly. “Whoopie.”

Flandre frowns. “I don’t like seeing you so sad.”

“Eh.”

“We don’t have to go back immediately.”

You raise an eyebrow at her.

“I just want to see you smile again~!”

“Good luck on that. I’m going back to mind slavery, had the guy who rescued me try to kill me as soon as I had the slightest shred of hope, the one guy who actually was willing and able to help me, and he turns it back on me.”

“…You know, you did try to kill him first.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill him!”

She cocks her head at you questioningly. “Does he know that?”

Well. Shit. “…Probably not.”

“You think that might have had something to do with that, dumbass?”

“Where did you learn to talk like that?”

“I’ve been here a couple months. People in this city aren’t too nice. But you’re avoiding the question~”

“Fine. Yeah, that probably had something to do with that. Did it work, though?”

“What, trying to fake your death at his hand?”

“Yeah.”

“Kind of. Remilia’s not too sure you’re alive. Yukari doesn’t know, either, but that’s because she didn’t bother to look when you were in Gensokyo, I think. But now that you’re out of Gensokyo, I don’t think she could find you anyway.”

“Why didn’t Remilia just ask Yukari to look?”

“Remilia? The one who has a chip on her shoulder, always something to prove, and tries her hardest never to look weak or dependent on anyone? Come on. You know her better than that.”

“…Yeah. Good point.”

“But that’s all beside the point. Tonight I want to see you smile~”

You down your last White Russian and grin fiercely at Flandre. “Fine then. Drink up. We’re gonna have a good time.”

Flandre notices she has another whiskey sour that you ordered for her: she grabs one, downs it, and then chugs the other.

“Ahh.~”

“Put it on our tab, barkeep.” He nods.

--

oh god my head

Every beat of your heart is though a brass band with the world’s largest bass drum has been marching through your head. The throbbing is unbearable. Your mouth is sticky and dry. You’re face down on concrete, and can vaguely see a little light through your eyelids.

“Uuuuuuuuuuunh.”

“Finally awake?” Flandre doesn’t sound quite so chipper.

“Unh,” you grunt in the affirmative.

“You know where we are?”

“Uun.” You shake your head. You’ve made better decisions. It’s as though your brain is sloshing around in fluid that is made entirely out of pain and fire.

“One of the… um… police officers? One of the police officers called it the ‘drunk tank.’”

“How… how we get here?” Words are slow to form in your mouth.

“Well, for you, they kind of threw you into the ‘paddy wagon’ and you rode on the floor. I kind of fell on the seats. And then the wagon bounced, and I fell on top of you.” She trails off.

“There… there’s an ‘and then’, isn’t there?”

“There’s an ‘and then.’

“Are you gonna tell me?”

“…Okay. So I landed on top of you, and you just groaned and whimpered a little.”

“That’s it?”

“I’m not done.”

“Okay…”

“So I pushed you over so that I could have a little bit of floor to lay on, and I had laid down next to you. I guess I accidentally elbowed you in the stomach or something…”

“Oh no.”

“You… kind of threw up all over me. Right in my face.”

“Oh God, Flandre, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. The police were nice enough to let me take a long, hot shower.”

“I’m kind of surprised you let them arrest you.”

“They promised me a shower. I really wanted a shower after that. I think they spent about two hours hosing out the wagon.”

You force yourself up. Yup, you’re in a sparsely appointed cell, with two beds, and Flandre sitting on one with an ice pack on her head.

Ha. Ha ha. Vampires can get drunk. Ha ha ha.

Laughter hurts your head, and you let out a groan and slide over to the wall.

“Why’d they arrest us?”

“Well… a couple of reasons. So we left that bar, right? The first thing you said after that is that we ‘need more alcohol. Lots more alcohol.’ So you threw a rock through the front window of a liquor store. I asked you why you did that and you said ‘Shhhhhh. I’m stopping time.’ Then you walked right through the hole, which, incidentally, ripped your dress quite a bit, walked right past the guy at the counter, grabbed two bottles of vodka, and said to the counter guy, ‘Shhhhhh. You didn’t see me.’ And walked out.”

“He didn’t try to stop me?”

“Well. The tears in your dress gave him a bit of a view. Young guy, couldn’t stop from staring.”

“And then the cops arrested us?”

“Oh no. No, we walked by a theatre. You gave me one of the bottles of vodka, told me to drink it, and started drinking yours. Then you saw the theatre, shouted “I want to see Hamlet!” and ran in.”

“Were they showing Hamlet?”

“Nope. Can’t remember what it was. But you got in there, and started shouting.”

“Shouting what?”

Flandre takes a breath. “HAMLET, LOOK OUT! THE VAMPIRES ARE GONNA BITE YOU! LOOK OUT HAMLET! OH GOD, I CAN’T WATCH THIS! I CAN’T WATCH THIS! OH NO!

“And then someone in the audience told you to shut up. He made a mistake.”

At this point you’re cradling your forehead in your hand.

“You shouted ‘WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS SAID THAT? WHICH ONE OF YA’LL DEAD MOTHERFUCKERS SAID THAT? WAS IT YOU, FATSO?’ And then you pointed at this skinny guy. ‘SAY IT AGAIN, FATASS.’ I don’t think it was him, anyways. But it was him now, to you.”

“Jesus.”

“He said ‘Just be quiet and watch the show.’ That set you off on a tirade. ‘OHHHHHH, NOW YOU FUCKED UP! NOW YOU FUCKED UP! NOW YOU FUCKED UP! YOU HAVE FUCKED UP NOW!’ And then you threw your empty vodka bottle at him. Completely missed him. Hit someone a few rows back. It shattered, and there was screaming and blood everywhere.”

“And then we got arrested.”

“Nope, not yet. You just kept shouting at the guy. ‘WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! HEY!’ He said ‘WHAT!’ Then you said ‘WHAT!’ at the top of your lungs, and punched the guy right in the face. That set the crowd off to run out of the theatre. And then we left.”

“…And did what?”

“Well, by that time, I’d finished my bottle of vodka, and I can’t remember too clearly. You were standing in the middle of the road, a busy road at 2 in the morning, with a megaphone you had gotten somewhere, and were shouting ‘I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD AND I DECREE ALL TRAFFIC MUST STOP!’ Cars drove by you, and you shouted at them for violating your royal decree, and you threw things at them. That’s when the police showed up.”

“Only then?”

“Yup. They arrested you and I for being ‘drunk and disorderly’, or so they put it.”

“What were you doing?”

“Well…” You realize that Flandre isn’t wearing the red dress she was last night. In fact, that dress is nowhere to be seen, and she’s wearing just a T-shirt and some bike shorts.

“Never mind.”

“And that’s mostly it.”

“Mostly?”

“Yeah, I don’t remember a lot of it. I kind of vaguely remember you throwing me out of a second story window. And then jumping after me. Not sure what that was about.”

You laugh and then sink down onto the concrete, and smile. “Hell of a night.”

Flandre smiles. “Told you I’d get you to smile~”

Choices voted for in the previous update will be showing up later. In addition:
[ ] Be Flandre.
-[ ] Write-in.

[ ] Be Sakuya.
-[ ] Write-in.

All moved in and settled in in the States, so I should be making more updates in a more timely manner. Also I have some shorts I want to write. That board was the greatest idea. The recap has taken waaaaaaaaay too fucking long, so once I get my computer shipped in from Okinawa, I’ll just post a link to an .odt of the story so far.
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>> No. 146510
[x] Be Flandre.
-[x] Love.
Hmm I wonder whats happening with the inspector.
>> No. 146529
[x] Be Flandre.
-[x] Be hungover. Try to break out of jail. Fail miserably.
>> No. 146887
If a H-scene is possible;
[x] Be Flandre.
-[x] Love
If it isn't;
[x] Be Flandre.
-[x] Be hungover. Try to break out of jail. Fail miserably.
Also, Will Flandre and the Investigator ever interact in a non-hostile manner?
>> No. 148211
you promised me updates, solus
you promised me updaaates
now look at me
LOOK AT ME
>> No. 150703
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150703
Time for a recap! Since last time we had Kotohime do it, it's time for someone who probably isn't obsessed-

“I'M NOT OBSESSED! HE'S A VERY NICE MAN!”

Get out of here you're not even recapping what are you doing.

Anyways, we'll go for a conflicting viewpoint, that of Wriggle Nightbug, ace investigator!

“You haven't even put me in any recent updates! I'm a minor character at best!”

Well, um...

“But I'm supposed to be the one that takes that asshole down!”

This kind of was the plan but...

“But what? Don't give me that crap! You're just going to let that asshole get away with all of this then! No consequences or anything!”

No, of course no-

“Shut up! Just give me the story!”

You know you won't actually remember any of this when the story continues, right?

“Fuck you. I know this will incriminate him.”

Alrighty then. You have fun with that.

“So here we are at the beginning of the second thread, and I'm trying to get Patchouli to help me. But of course she doesn't believe anything I say.”

Oh woe is you, the long-suffering avatar of justice.

“Hey! Don't give me any lip. I'm the one running this recap, and I won't take any crap from you. Anyways, it still was pretty funny when Patchouli fell out of the beanbag chair onto her face. She's almost lazier than Kaguya. Hey... we haven't actually seen Kaguya, have we? Even though the story went to Eientei?”

Stop speculating! You know that just ends badly for anyone involved.

“She's immortal. What could you even do to her?”

Oh god you don't want to ask that question just get on with the recapping.

“And then we get back to the flashback part where he's hiding Sakuya's body. And of course I was there so it's not really a flashback if I'm recapping it.”

You are never going to come back for a recap. I hate you so much already.

“Quit your bitching. Whiny loser. Blah blah blah lake, blah blah blah mausoleum, massive amounts of bones and bodies and dead things, possibly a sentient evil entity blah blah blah. Why didn't it just eat him?”

The same reason he's still alive now: a combination of general incompetence, flagrant lies that he pulls off with enough confidence for people to believe them, and general dumb luck.

“And the hat.”

And the hat.

“Well at that point after dealing with the wholly ineffectual Patchouli, I figured I'd need some kind of ally. The Investigator's got Aya, so I figured I'd get Hatate on my side. How did that happen, anyway? You never really expounded on that.”

By virtue of you meeting the one person in Gensokyo that could deal with a personality as abrasive as yours.

“Hey!”

It's true.

“Shut up. Anyways, next update, Kotohime riling up Mokou while Meiling tries to save a badly-burnt Remilia. Kind of wish I was there. Could be entertaining to watch the Investigator's fangirl get her ass handed to her.”

That doesn't quite happen.

“And... Kotohime handles Mokou like Mokou was a rank amateur. I am in awe. I am never going to get in a fight with her.”

Wait for it...

“And then her hatred of Aya takes over, she goes off mumbling to herself, and gets nailed in the head by Mokou. Dumb bitch.”

Yup.

“And Mokou is kind of a bitch to Yamame. Bet she regrets it now that Yamame's dead.”

And here it comes.

“Tewi finds the body. I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS HIM.”

That was the thread before yours. Stop being so smug.

“Fine. Tewi finds Eirin and Kotohime... and Kotohime handles it in entirely the wrong way. Way to be insensitive, jerk.”

Kotohime's actually a nice person when Aya or the Investigator isn't involved.

“But he is involved!”

Not like she knows it.

“I'll tell her.”

You know she won't believe you.

“You're a dick, you know that?”

Yeah, yeah, quit your bitching and get on with the recapping.

“Aya helps, glossing over, don't care...”

Single minded, eh?

“Shut up. That asshole investigator rolls up to Eirin all how-do-you-do with that arrogant swagger, and shows his 'expertise' in doing the case. Eirin's not gonna be happy in the slightest when she finds out that he killed her drug buddy.”

Drug buddy? Is that what you're calling it?

“What, you got a problem with that? I calls them as I sees them.”

Nope.

“And then three months pass, and someone finally notices Sakuya's gone.”

Yeah, you'd have thought the Scarlets would have said something about it sooner or noticed it sooner.

“Well, the mansion burned down and all that.”

Eh. Just something to think on.

“Interesting. I'll have to follow up on that lead.”

Well?

“Well what? He's still a murderer.”

But he didn't kill Akyu.

“Which... is unexpected. I kind of did not see that coming.”

Yeaaaaaaaaah. You're both right and wrong: he is a murderer, but he didn't kill Akyu.

“Well.”

Do you have any suspects, Ace Detective Wriggle?

“Umm... Kotohime? She's crazy enough but... eh, no motive. Keine? Then that brings up the question of who whacked her. I don't think it was her, but it could have been. If it was, that trail's gonna come up real cold.”

Doesn't make sense, does it?

“Well, you've got to look at it this way- Akyu's whacked. There goes the keeper of records. And then Keine gets whacked. There goes the one who can see all of history. Yamame's the outlier here, her death was kind of a killing of opportunity. Who'd have profited from the stop of the recording of history?”

Lunarians?

“What, like Kaguya and Reisen? It's kind of odd how we haven't seen Reisen since the Investigator got his hair dyed, and we haven't seen Kaguya at all. I wouldn't point the finger at Eirin, because of how she reacted to the death of Yamame. The Scarlets? If I didn't know what Sakuya had been up to this whole time, I'd say her. But the Scarlets might have done it.”

What about Yukari?

“She wouldn't have done it herself, she'd have used a cat's paw.”

Heh. Cat's paw.

“What, you know something I don't?”

Yeah.

“So what, is it Chen? Some goddamn cat joke?”

Wouldn't it be more likely to be Ran?

“Also a possibility.”

Let's keep recapping. We'll come back to this.

“Okay. I need a bit to think anyway. Well, there's Keine's brutal murder scene. I'm sure there's clues to be had there.”

Probably. Worth a look. The Investigator's not in Gensokyo anymore, though.

“Yeaaaaaah... wait, really? How'd that dick get away from me?”

Reimu did something right for once.

“Miracles do happen. Maybe Kotohime should check it out. I mean, she's not totally incompetent...”

Why not you?

“Why would I look? You said I'd forget all this.”

Because it you might think it had been the Investigator that killed her, even though it wasn't.

“So... did I check?”

Dunno. We might have to flashback on that one. You think you'd work with Kotohime on that one?

“...Maybe. Not that dick investigator though.”

Fair enough.

“And then Suika.”

She a suspect?

“Nah, probably not. She doesn't seem bright enough to have pulled this off.”
Yeah, she doesn't seem like the sharpest knife in the drawer.

“Not very nice, but can be true.”

So, gonna recap this?

“What's to recap? The investigator gets his ass handed to him by a small oni girl, and it's hilarious. Though in retrospect I don't suppose it makes sense that he'd be taking advantage of Suika- he couldn't have even if he wanted to.”

And...

“And then Sakuya rolls in and focuses the Investigator on what he needs to do. She... kind of kept that anger bottled up pretty deeply. Wonder why.”

Oh man you really don't want to know.

“Man. Um. I don't know what to say. Let me just quote her here.”

'Charisma' isn't the word for it. She says something... and you just get this feeling, deep in your chest, that you have to do it. Even when your own mind is screaming at you not to do it. Do you know what it feels like, to be a prisoner in your own body?'

“Ouch. That is some shit. Nobody even knew about this?”

I don't think anyone quite suspected that's what she meant by 'charisma.'

“That's fucked up.”

No, keep going.

“Okay, this is fucked up.”

'We'd... capture and breed people. They are vampires, remember. And they didn't feed on natives of Gensokyo. The Scarlet Devil Mansion has... extensive sub-basements. Where we bred humans like cattle, for slaughter. We wouldn't have had to, either, if it had just been Remilia. She had enough control to not kill people herself. But Flandre... she couldn't. Every time she'd feed, she'd kill someone. We'd have to bake people into her food. People! I still remember the smell of cooking people.

'Do you even know where those people came from? Do you?'

'They only stopped grabbing people after Remilia used her 'charisma' on me.'

“Oh. Oh dear God. I think I'm going to be sick.”

It's... not pretty.

“I'm... I'm almost glad I won't remember this.”

Yeah, I kind of envy you that.

“Ugh. Let's go on. Anyways, he finally determines to get out of Gensokyo with Sakuya... and then goes to see Yukari.”

Now let's consider them as suspects again.

“Okay. Why would Yukari antagonize him into investigating again if she's done it? Wouldn't she want him to be all 'oh that's cool I give up on the case now' if she killed or had Akyu and Keine killed?”

Probably. Bitch has got layers and layers and layers. She could be doing an elaborate double blind.

“Now that shit's just too complicated. Not buying it.”

Eh. Just throwing it out there.

“Yukari's not dumb. Putting him on the case again when she'd done it is just dumb.”

Fair enough. But what if it was another member of the Yakumo household?

“And she doesn't know it? Hmmmmm. Bears thinking on.”

And there's a whole host of other possibilities, like that she might be setting him up. She's a fairly good manipulator.

“Man. My head hurts just thinking about it.”

Yeah. Let's go on.

“So... he was planning to kidnap Chen?”

Yeah.

“But he didn't.”

Nope, left before he had a chance.

“Damn. Even though he wasn't going to kidnap Chen as part of the investigation, but just to get back at Yukari, something important might have shaken loose. Damn, damn damn damn.”

You sound like you really want to get to the bottom of this.

“Damn right I do! Someone's got to stand up for justice here!”

So...

“Right, recap. Man this is dragging on.”

Don't remind me.

“Right. So, we're gonna gloss over this whole 'returning to Detroit with Reimu's help' thing, because yeah, it happened, not much in the way of clues.”

Damned if Kotohime took it badly though.

“Yeah, can't imagine she would.”

I kind of agree on the glossing over of this part, nothing too plot important except him accidentally leaving his hat behind.

“Yeah, what happened to that hat?”

We'll see.

“Oh, and Sakuya tried to get into his pants?”

It's not something he hasn't seen before. Crazy dames come to him, he helps them solve problems, and they try to repay him in the only way they know.

“So, what, he's trying to be nice to Sakuya?”

I don't know. I kind of doubt it.

“What, is he gay?”

Um. I- what- uh?

“I said it. Is he gay?”

MOVING ON. MOVING RIGHT THE FUCK ON.

“So they're in this Detroit, on a cold November day, and he shoots her. Fade to black. The end. Well, that was unsatisfying.”

You know, a scene like that was originally how I had planned to end this story. I've gotten a bit attached to Sakuya, I guess.

“I see that. Because Flandre saved her. Where the hell did she come from, anyway? And why does she look all grown up?”

The first one I can't answer, but the second one is obvious- vampires work differently outside of Gensokyo.

“So, what, more Anne Rice like?”

How do you even know who she is?

“Rinnosuke gets all kinds of things.”

Right. No, not quite like Anne Rice, but kind of a middle ground- inhumanly powerful, but not loli or with the powers of danmaku or kyuu~ ing like she's used to.

“Ah, I see. So she's kind of shaped to the reality to fit in better.”

Yeah, I guess that's a good way of putting it.

“Interesting. And I see that Ichirin is in Detroit.”

Yup.

“Curiouser and curiouser. I can see why Sakuya would go with Flandre after the Investigator tried to kill her. Is Avery his real name?”

Considering how truthful he's been up to this point, probably not.

“Ah well.”

Also, yeah, Sakuya's been riding an emotional rollercoaster. I almost feel bad for her.

“Does that mean you're going to be nicer to her?”

Hell no. What kind of hack writer do you think I am?

“But that scene with Flandre was kind of heartwarming...”

Shut up. I'll have none of this from you.

“Hahahaha. I finally got to you.”

Right. Maybe I'll even make you less than a bit character for this.

“You damn well better. Now I want to know who did Akyu and Keine. And that asshole's gonna pay for what he did to Yamame.”

Okay then. Welcome back to Compensation: Adequate, after entirely too long of a hiatus!

Scenes possible:

[ ] Flashback with Kotohime and Wriggle investigating the Keine murder scene
– [ ] Be Kotohime
– [ ] Be Wriggle

[ ] Sakuya and Flandre in jail
– [ ] Be Sakuya
– [ ] Be Flandre

[ ] Aya and Kotohime left all alone in Gensokyo
– [ ] Be Aya
– [ ] Be Kotohime

[ ] Where's that fucking Investigator asshole?
– [ ] Be Wriggle

[ ] It's not every day you get a hole blown in your hand...
– [ ] Be Ichirin
– [ ] Be the Investigator

[ ] Where the hell's the hat?
[ ] Be the hat. You can't be the hat!
– [ ] Be Reimu?
>> No. 150705
Also, before you think that I've entirely glossed over the large amount of [x] Love votes, don't think that. I'm definitely taking that into account as I continue to write this.
>> No. 150706
Fuck yes. Your recaps are the best.

[x] Flashback with Kotohime and Wriggle investigating the Keine murder scene
– [x] Be Kotohime
>> No. 150708
>updates
Yay!

>“Does that mean you're going to be nicer to her?”
>Hell no. What kind of hack writer do you think I am?
Boo...
>> No. 150712
[X] Be Reimu?
[X] Be Yukari?
>> No. 150715
] Where the hell's the hat?
– [x] Be the h. You can't be the hat!

Oh damn well then
– [x] Be Reimu?
>> No. 150716
[X] Sakuya and Flandre in jail
– [X] Be Flandre

Gimme sum o' dat luve.
>> No. 150725
[ ] It's not every day you get a hole blown in your hand...
– [ ] Be the Investigator

I'm greatly amused by the Investigator's viewpoint. Let's get there.
>> No. 150742
[x] It's not every day you get a hole blown in your hand...
– [x] Be the Investigator
>> No. 150781
I want to be Aya, but that would be useless.
It would be useful and sad to know more about Keine's murder, but I don't like Wriggle or Kotohime.

...fuck it.
[x] Flashback with Kotohime and Wriggle investigating the Keine murder scene
– [x] Be Aya
>> No. 150854
>>150781
You know, I can't think of any good reason that Aya couldn't be the viewpoint character for this.
>> No. 150865
>>150854
Really? Changing my earlier Kotohime vote, then.

[x] Flashback with Kotohime and Wriggle investigating the Keine murder scene
– [x] Be Aya
>> No. 150973
In case any of you may have missed it, I've written a quick short for Christmas on the shorts board at >>/shorts/240
>> No. 151851
[x] It's not every day you get a hole blown in your hand...
– [x] Be the Investigator
>> No. 152158
[ ] Flashback with Kotohime and Wriggle investigating the Keine murder scene
– [ ] Be Kotohime
>> No. 152169
[x] Flashback with Kotohime and Wriggle investigating the Keine murder scene
– [x] Be Aya

[x] Sakuya and Flandre in jail
– [x] Be Sakuya

Make it happen.
>> No. 152175
Dammit this is on the front page again fuck I should update shouldn't I
>> No. 152182
>>152175
No shit, writefag. This is a fucking Noir story and you've made it freeze. Not cool.
>> No. 152625
>>152175
Please do. It would break my heart for both of my favorite stories to die off.
>> No. 153354
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153354
>>152625
I don't want to break your heart.

Flashback will be soon, I need to review my notes that aren't here at the moment.

[x] Sakuya and Flandre in jail
– [x] Be Sakuya

[x] It's not every day you get a hole blown in your hand...
– [x] Be the Investigator

You're awoken by the sound of your cell door sliding open.

“Ladies, it's your lucky day, someone posted your bail.”

“Posted bail? Who would have done that?”

You look at Flandre. She shrugs.

A man in a snappy three-piece suit waltzes into the cell, the kind of person that dirt doesn't even seem to cling to, a kind of person who is above dirt.

A lawyer.

“Miss Izayoi, Miss Scarlet. I am James Nugent, and a mutual friend of ours has arranged your release. You are, of course, free to go, but I would appreciate if you would come with me, and we have things to discuss in my office.”

Again you glance to Flandre- and again, she shrugs. She is as baffled as you are by your sudden turn of luck.



“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Well, what are you going to do now?”

“I don't know.” You shake your head. “I haven't been here in Detroit for some time now. I'm a little out of the loop.”

Unzan chuckles. “I've been keeping an eye on things.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Whatever you told Ichirin may have worked for her, but I know there's something more to it than 'I don't know'.”

“So what, you think you know?”

“Calm down, son, stop getting so uppity with someone who just fixed your hand. I just came across some information you may want to know. But hey, you're the Investigator, so badass hardly anyone even knows your name.”

You sigh. “Look, I'm sorry. Could you please share your information with me?”

“Ha. Knew you had a polite bone in you there somewhere. So. You remember Johnny Two-lips and the rest of his gang, right?”

“You can't possibly mean the same Johnny I know. He's not competent enough to lead ducklings in a straight line.”

“I do mean him, but he's not leading anything. Look, the gang you know just bailed those two broads out of jail, the two that you were with earlier. Including the one that shot you.”

“How did you know there were two?”

“A little birdie told me. Now look, a lawyer by the name of James picked them up...”



The car that James had waiting outside the precinct pulls up to a nondescript building a little ways off of Grand River. Of course, you've not noticed this at all, being that the windows are heavily tinted and James has been asking you questions, and engaging you in small talk.

Finally, you and Flandre arrive in his office a few floors up, and he gestures you to the two leather chairs in front of his desk for guests.

He walks over to the liquor cabinet in his office. “Ladies, could I get you something? Whiskey, a nice bourbon perhaps?”

You think to yourself that drinking may be a bad idea, what with the having been arrested for it and all. Flandre doesn't think so, having asked for a whiskey on the rocks. Water may be the safer bet for you after all, and you let him know.

As James seats himself in his chair, he sets the ice water before you, and the whiskey before Flandre. He pours himself a straight gin, no ice.

“So who is our mutual friend?”

“Well... Our mutual friend is the kind of person who has been trying to get in contact with Avery for quite a while now, but hasn't been able to. He was kind of hoping the two of you would be able to help him in this endeavor.”

“Avery?” Flandre looks confused. “I don't know anyone by that name.” She looks at you. You shrug.

“I don't know anyone named Avery either.”

“Really? A private investigator type, not the nicest of people?”

“Ohhhhhhh, you mean him. Now that I think of it, he's never actually given me his name.”

James leans back in his chair. “He tends not to do that with people. I don't think Avery's even his real name, just one of the pseudonyms he adopts when it's convenient.”

“Right. So why does your friend think that we can help him locate this Investigator?”

“Oh, it's simple. He'll come anyways.”

You slosh the drink around, with the slowly melting ice in your water, and take a sip.

Flandre speaks up. “I don't know. He's not a very nice person.”

“Oh? How so?”

“He tried to k-”

You place your hand on Flandre's shoulder. “He doesn't need to know anything about that.”

James leans back in his chair. “It's okay. You don't have to tell me anything.”

“That's great. Can we go now?”

He gestures grandly to the door. “Please feel free to make your way out.”

You stand up, and immediately feel woozy, and fall right back down into the chair. Flandre's drink has already slipped from limp fingers.

“Wh- what have you put in the drink?”

“Oh, nothing, just some ice.”

He laughs, and the world goes black.



“Who's this James Nugent guy?”

“One of their frontmen. An accomplished con man. Not the most physical type of guy, but smart like a fox. The girls are with him now.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

You get up and immediately check your holster. Your gun is not there. “Where is my gun.” It is not a question, but a demand.

Unzan chuckles again. “I'll get that to you. Let me get Ichirin. We'll see what's to be done.”



The radio crackles in your earpiece. “You know who you're aiming for, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, the guy with the green hair.”

“Alright. Be ready, I expect him within the next two hours or so.”

You stroke your long rifle. Of course I know what color his hair is. I helped with that.



Select one from each group:

[ ] Be the Investigator.
[ ] Be Ichirin.
[ ] Be Unzan.

[ ] Storm the lawyer's office immediately.
[ ] Slip into the office undetected.
[ ] Leave the girls to their fate. (You asshole.)
[ ] Write-in.
>> No. 153358
[x] Be the Investigator.
[x] Slip into the office undetected.
>> No. 153364
[ ] Be the Investigator.
[ ] Slip into the office undetected.
>> No. 153366
[x] Be Unzan.
[x] Slip into the office undetected.

Somehow, I kind of doubt anyone will have success shooting Unzan if he gets spotted. Oh, and welcome back.
>> No. 153367
>>153366
I will try to stop being such a lazy fuck.

Success of stopping being a lazy fuck yet to be determined.
>> No. 153377
>I don't want to break your heart.
Then get Demetrious back to work. But this works too.

[x] Be the Investigator.
-[x] Slip into the office undetected.
>> No. 153392
God damn. You are really out of practice, writing-wise. It's great that you're updating again, don't get me wrong, but this was noticeably bellow your usual standard.

...you are really SolusLunes, right?
>> No. 153398
>>153392
It really was. I had also made the mistake of writing this after about eight straight hours of drinking. Didn't even realize this was up until the morning after... so, I guess I'll just roll with it for now.
>> No. 153410
[x] Be the Investigator.
[x] Slip into the office undetected.
Fuck yea updates.
>> No. 153653
[x] Be the Investigator.
[x] Slip into the office undetected.
>> No. 154952
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154952
I am going to skip the last vote because I obviously burnt out, and that means that I need a change of style to stop the burnout again. And because this new style will really help with the next “scene” sort of thing. And I have better ideas in mind this time.

You storm down to where Unzan parked his car.

Or rather, you would, if you knew where it was parked. You reach the bottom of the stairs and realize this. Scowling, you wait for Ichirin and Unzan to follow you down the stairs.

Ichirin chuckles a bit when she sees your face, and Unzan is obviously holding back one of his belly laughs.

You scowl a bit harder.

Now Unzan actually laughs. “Come on, don't be so angry. We're going to go and get them back.”

This does nothing to help your mood. “How are you so upbeat about this?”

“I haven't gotten a chance to crack some heads for a while now! This is exciting.”

Ichirin is carrying what looks like a briefcase. You gesture to it. “What's that?”

“Oh, nothing. It'll just help me with watching you and Unzan when you go in.”

“You're not going with us?”

“No, I've got something special planned.”

By this time you've reached the car. Unzan hops in the driver's seat, and Ichirin gets in the back, leaving shotgun to you.

Unzan smiles and hits the dashboard above the glove compartment. It falls open, revealing a sawed-off shotgun. “That'll be my dancing partner tonight. I've got a couple other things, you want one?”

I've got my gun, and I've got my knives. Should be good. “Nah, I think my friends can handle it.”

Unzan grabs the shotgun, and lays it across his lap. “Your loss.” He reaches into the glovebox a bit deeper, and pulls out what appears to be a miniaturized Tommy gun. He tosses it back to Ichirin. “You might need that.”

She pulls off the drum, checks it, and cocks the weapon after reattaching the drum. “I hope not.”

Unzan laughs again. “Eventually someone's going to get close enough to you to make you use that.”

You're impatient by this point. “Look, can we just go? We might be on a deadline.”

“Don't get your knickers all in a twist, we're going.”

You drive for a while, and now you're a block out from the office.

Unzan stops the car next to a tall building that overlooks the office on the other side. Ichirin hefts her briefcase and her Tommy gun, opens the door, and gets out.

“What's she doing?”

“Playing guardian angel for us both.”

“What, from here?”

“No better place.”

You gesture to Ichirin struggling with the door that seems locked, with her two full hands. “She's doing real well already, isn't she?”

Unzan facepalms, and shouts out the window: “Look, I know it's locked, just hit the glass in the door with your case!”

“But that'll scratch it!”

Unzan looks at you. “I'll be right back.” He opens the car door, and walks over to the door where Ichirin is trying to get in. He then punches the glass door, and shatters it. “There. Not locked anymore.” Ichirin bows to him, and disappears inside.

“Didn't that hurt?”

“What, a little bit of glass? Nah. I didn't even touch it.”

“But then how did-”

“My secret.” He smiles. “So, how do you want to handle this?”

[ ] Well, we could just go guns blazing through the front door. I'm Rambo!
[ ] We could look for a skylight and jump in through that. I'm Batman!
[ ] It's a block to the front door, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and some bitch stole my hat. Hit it.
[ ] Look I'm sure we can be reasonable about this, there's got to be a backdoor somewhere that we can just quietly steal in through because I'm Sam Fisher.
[ ] I'm absolutely certain I can just talk my way in there, because my name's Bond. James Bond.
[ ] Write in

These updates will be shorter as I am going to try and make them daily for the duration of this scene so that there can be more choice in how to go about this. Also I have not forgotten about Aya/Kotohime. Promise.
>> No. 154982
[x] It's a block to the front door, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and some bitch stole my hat. Hit it.
>> No. 154984
[x] I'm absolutely certain I can just talk my way in there, because my name's Bond. James Bond.
This will either fail spectacularly or... no, that's it.
>> No. 154987
I've just read it through...I'm just going to say this story reminds me of Ovid*. Or of Kefka. One moment I'm laughing...the next, I'm feeling sick at myself for laughing at the death and misery. If that's what you were going for, congratulations.
>> No. 154988
>>154987
This is exactly what I was aiming for! I am glad that I am able to violently whipsaw you between emotional extremes.
>> No. 154997
[x] It's a block to the front door, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and some bitch stole my hat. Hit it

Hell Fucking Yes.
>> No. 155018
[ ] It's a block to the front door, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and some bitch stole my hat. Hit it.

So happy to see this back.
>> No. 155019
[x] It's a block to the front door, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and some bitch stole my hat. Hit it.

Our name is now Avery Blues.
>> No. 155024
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155024
Anon's voting makes me happy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aZSP8c05zM

“I got an idea. Let me drive.”

“It's only a block there, we'll be fine. Besides, we have to wait for Ichirin to get set up.”

“Set up?”

“Yeah, what did you think she was doing?”

“I'm gonna be perfectly honest, I didn't really give it any thought.”

“You remember that briefcase, right? She's got a disassembled long rifle in there.”

“Wait, she was going to snipe for us?”

“More or less.”

“I almost feel bad now. I can't really see her being all that useful with this plan.”

“What's this plan of yours?”

“Kind of hard to explain. Let me drive.”

Unzan shrugs. “Sure, whatever. Just try not to scratch the paint.”

“It's an old cop car that you got at a police auction! The paint doesn't even match!”

“It's my old damn cop car.”

You smile. “I'll try.”

“She should be fine now, so whenever you're ready.”

Oh man I have wanted to do this since forever “It's a block to the front door, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and some bitch stole my hat.”

Unzan cocks his shotgun. “Hit it.” I think he thinks we're doing a driveby. Do ho ho ho ho ho ho.

You floor it, and tires squealing, round the corner, yank the wheel again, and swing to point directly at the front doors of the office building. The bored-looking guard outside the door doesn't look so bored anymore- in fact, if you had to guess, he's probably shit himself, as you ramp up the stairs to the door at the glass facade of the building.

Man it would have sucked if they had built this out of brick, wouldn't it? You love modern architecture with all its plate glass windows.

At this point Unzan is shouting about you being: a madman, not knowing what the fuck you are doing, and even though you're ruining his car that this is still pretty goddamn awesome.

You don't care. The car flies through the glass, shattering it and sending shards everywhere, as the outside guard dives out of the way.

“Receptionist desk!”

“Got it.” You swerve, narrowly avoiding running through the receptionist desk, and the mildly attractive broad in it.

“Where are the elevators in this thing?”

You shrug. “Was thinking the stairs would be just fine. I mean, they worked for the front door, didn't they?”

“Do you even know where they are?”

“Nope! I just know they're in here somewhere.”

Unzan is shaking his head as you plow through an office, and stop inside

“Don't you go shaking your head at me! There isn't nearly as much space in here as I had originally thought!”

“What did you think this was, a mall?”

“I'd kind of hoped. Look, are you going to help me find the stairs or not?”

“We could drive around back and ask the receptionist.”

“That is a great idea.” You shift the car in reverse, and back up all the way into the lobby with the stunned receptionist again.

You roll down the window. “Hey, toots, could you point us towards the stairs? I think we're a bit over the elevator weight limit.”

Her face is completely white as she points down one of the side hallways.

“See? Stairs.”

Unzan's voice is completely flat as he notes this: “I can't believe it. This is one of those buildings with the really wide staircases.”

And it totally is. In fact, you're pretty sure you could drive up the stairs. The problem is of course that the stairs are “decorative” and split into two different directions, perpendicular to the beginning of the stairs, in a T-shape. You're certain you can get up those stairs. You aren't certain that you can make those turns at speed, on the stairs.

Well, really, there's only two options. Slow down is not one of them.

“You don't even know that they're upstairs!”

“Call it a hunch. Shut up, and let me drive.”

[ ] Tuck and roll, let Unzan keep the car warmed up for when you come back
[ ] It's like those stairs WANT to be driven up! And who am I to deny them that?
>> No. 155026
[X] It's like those stairs WANT to be driven up! And who am I to deny them that?

Who indeed?
>> No. 155028
[X] It's like those stairs WANT to be driven up! And who am I to deny them that?
>> No. 155029
[X] It's like those stairs WANT to be driven up! And who am I to deny them that?

DO IT.
>> No. 155030
[x] It's like those stairs WANT to be driven up! And who am I to deny them that?
>> No. 155037
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155037
[x] It's like those stairs WANT to be driven up! And who am I to deny them that?
>> No. 155038
I look forward to driving out the side of the building.
>> No. 155041
>>155038
HOW DID YOU KNOW
>> No. 155143
Modem shat itself. Got a new one, should have reliable internet now. Fuckin' comcast.
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