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Lord, I have been at this for a while, now. New thread for THP, and the word count increases on AO3. I sometimes wonder if this is a form of insanity? Am I insane for enjoying my hobby?
[x] Fine, drag me away for all I care. Id love to see you come up with a better idea.
“If you so wish,” Ran replies in kind. She walks behind me, knocking on the door out. “Guardsman, two out.”
I can hear Kaze mutter something or other on his side, breaking open the door for her. Seija casts a curious eye, deciphering what my partner will do now.
I begin to aggress against my partner as she turns back to me, “Now, listen here, you can’t just–“
She ignores my words, catching me by the collar and tugging me off of planted feet. I stumble behind her, doing my best not to entirely fall over. A string of obscenities come from my lips every few steps as I struggle against her grip.
Kaze gets the door behind us, brows curled up in complete disbelief at the show we’re putting on. Ran strides out of the building, towing me along like a labor animal, before tossing me outside on my ass. A puff of dirt spills on impact, some of it sticking to my shirt. I flap the dust away from my notebook and pen, still clasped in my hands before being dragged.
Ran towers above me, looking down on me with the midday sun shading her face. “In what capacity do you expect teaching her to result in positive outcomes?” she pointedly questions.
I pop back to my feet, challenging, “I can’t say I see what the negative outcomes are, either!”
“Then you clearly lack the imagination intrinsic to most humans.”
“Maybe I’d have an easier time predicting things if my lovely partner would share her thoughts more!” I complain to the stubborn fox.
“Your ‘lovely partner’ considers the knowledge that you could impart to be of existential threat in the hands of that particular amanojaku.”
I blink a few times, utterly baffled by the assertion. “Ran, you’re being way too dramatic! ‘Existential threat?’ I was teaching her absolutely basic mechanics not fucking quantum entanglements.”
She nearly sneers at my comeuppance, “Perhaps you need to be reminded of other rudimentary subjects, such as organic chemistry and the concept of chirality.”
“No, please, enlighten me. Ideas like ‘how a Youkai can use molecular structures to kill people’ weren’t common teacher’s lounge topics, you know,” I mock with an accusatory finger.
A corner of her lips inches its way up to show a baring fang. The same finger that pointed at her now quavers away, afraid that it may be bitten off at the slightest jolt. I’m not sure what it looks like, but this may be the most pissed off I’ve ever made her. She looks off to the side for a moment, tranquil eyes wrestling with the snarl in her mouth. The decoupled features return to unison in the moment following.
She looks back to me, the idiot now shaking in his little leather shoes, and calmly explains, “Chirality: a mirrored image of an object is non identical to the original. In organic chemistry this extends to most carbon molecules. Do you know what happens to a person if they are mirrored?”
“No…” I nearly squeak out. “Why? What happens?”
Her eyes narrow. “Health… complications. As a best case scenario, and commonly long term. Lady Yukari refused to elaborate what the worst case might involve, only that it should be avoided at all costs, and that it is quite instant. That is rare verbiage for her.”
I pinch my thumb and index finger, trying my best to keep together in front of my trusted companion. “No chemistry, got it. Never liked that subject, anyway.”
“It’s your sister subject?” Ran almost returns to a lighthearted tone.
“I’m a quantum guy.”
She shakes her head, sighing at my usual nonsense. I sigh in return at being let off for now.
Her hat twitches at the sound, seeming to remind her of the actual conversation, “… If possible, refrain from explaining electricity to her. The possibility of her causing an electrical shortage across the barely functioning network of the village is… an unwanted headache.”
“A headache? For you? I didn’t think such a thing existed,” I joke, the nervous inflection on my voice carrying more than I mean it to.
“This is still an inadvisable idea, mind you,” she notes.
“And what’s yours? Maybe you should give me something to work with while you’re also judging me so harshly.”
She remains tight lipped staring back. I can tell she’s thinking of something helpful to say, in part with a witty retort, but there’s no telling what either may be. I raise an eyebrow in anticipation.
“Discuss previous research subjects. Kijin would be receptive to closely guarded secrets.”
“Yeah, and all the women I’ve met would want to string me to the dragon statue’s scales for betraying their trust. I specifically chose to talk about physics instead for a reason, you know.”
“It was not incompetence that stopped you from describing more interesting aspects of me?”
“Shove it up your tails, smart ass,” I bicker, passing her towards the door inside.
We head back into the room, exchanging no further words on the topic. Seija darts her eyes between us, studying our moods as we return to our designated positions.
I slap my notebook on my knee and start again, “Alright, we had to have a little debate, but I think we’ll go forwards like before. Care to start?”
“No.”
“Excellent,” I ignore what she said and focus on what she meant.
I begin to lecture her on the principles governing an object’s fall. Gravity. Trajectory. Constant versus accelerated motion. Knowledge so second hand to me that I can literally speak on the subject for hours straight without stop. It’s been some months since I last properly held a lecture on my focused subjects, but it comes back with each passing word. Like riding a bike.
I make sure to keep things brief, only describe the mathematics in passing to keep Seija’s attention. She certainly groans every time I write a symbol to remember. What’s good about that is that I can use examples and demonstrations for simple motion. Tossing something up and down is far easier to show than to explain, unlike thermal equilibriums, magnetic fields, or quantum anything.
She takes to my mumblings, tossing my spare pencil around her cell in attempts to internalize the concepts of motion. When I start to describe rotational motion, she begins to have trouble.
“What’s wrong?” I cease my barrage of words to address her third or fourth grunt of anger.
“I don’t get this, how am I supposed to spin this pen?” she complains, trying to position the pencil atop her finger, spinning it like a top. It doesn’t work, of course, and promptly falls to the dirtied floor.
“Would your power not rotate it?” I ponder. “You just need to change it’s direction from front to back and vice versa.”
She turns her head towards me. “What?” she utters. “That’s so accurate it hurts. Here, dumbass.”
Her hands huddle around the pen, not touching it, but certainly not giving enough room to rotate past. I stand up and loom over the display as she changes the pencil from its end facing her fingers to the same end facing her wrist. There is no real movement as she does this, it just kind of happens. It didn’t occur when I was watching her play with the Daruma doll, but rotational forces might not be the correct way to describe what she does. So then what is? Mirroring, like Ran was worried about?
“It looks like you get it,” Seija articulates. She sounds doubtful of the words, motioning a hand my way.
Before I can so much as warn her not to, the floor is above me, and very close, at that. My body reacts second, sending signals that I was just moved at a blistering speed, and am now not the right way up. My voice reacts third, a masculine yelp eliciting from my collapsing form.
I crumple down to the hard floor. My neck creaks to an angle it’s not meant to, my legs posthumously crash into the chair, and for a brief second the world becomes a sea of stars.
My sight and hearing return to me in a blur, rattled by the sound of Ran slamming against the cage, warning Seija of acting up. The words are definitely scathing, if her tone is any indication, but the exact syllables escape me.
Once she’s finished attending to the miscreant in the cell she helps me onto crooked legs. I do what I can to laugh off the grievance, making an honest attempt in spite of the encroaching pain.
This was my blunder, and I understand Ran’s point. I understood it like I always do after being rattled. Seija is all too happy to hear things adjacent to her own power, and more so for excuses to use it. Saying she’s dangerous is obvious, but I still think this is the right way. Somehow it feels wrong if it weren’t.
Ran decides that this might be a good excuse to force me from the room, equating the amanojaku’s act to hostile intent of severe bodily harm. What she really says is that she’s taking away Seija’s new toy before it breaks. That or I insist that I won’t break.
For the third time today I’m dragged off, but at least Ran has the decency to leave me on my feet as we exit the building. Orange coats my surroundings, a red hue dominating the sky.
Hours passed quickly in there, my throat having long gone hoarse from normal speech. Seeing villagers ingress to their homes, we decide it best to head home for the night.
On the way back, something picks at the back of my mind, like a gnat in my ear begging to be heard and recognized. If I want to understand Seija, it’s gonna be hard to sneak it out of her with information she’s willing to tell me. Certainly, being on mutual speaking terms is a great start, but if I start refusing to explain the things Ran doesn’t want me to approach, she’ll start doing the same to me.
It’s a conundrum. Not as annoying as the speaking terms themselves, but still a thorn in the side. There may still be a way to solve this issue, but the ideas I’m reaching for are all impotent, if not too terrible to even mention.
One in particular strikes me as… serviceable. Not good, but bad enough that it might work. Ran is going to have some choice words, though…
Keine gives me equally stunned eyes from the side of the living room table. After we returned, it took me a while to fill Keine in on everything. My explanation ran through the time of making, eating, and cleaning up dinner, but I felt like she would want to be included for the discussion, so I spared no detail. Ran’s steadfast denial would be hard for me to break through alone, after all.
Said denial continues for another minute straight. “Regis, have you stopped to think of the validity of such an act for even a minute? You will quickly find a list of reasons, numbering larger than any grocery list, to not attempt what you suggest.” One of her tails twitches as she fumes.
My hands are raised in defense of nothing. I try to strike my voice in through the stream of verbal bashing, but it takes a few weak starts to really cut her off.
My hands lower faster than I mean them too, bashing the table as I start, “–I want to find out what she does when she’s out of the cell! What the hell does she actually do when she’s left to her own devices? Does anyone actually know? Where does she live? Does she do anything in her spare time outside of being a nuisance? I have questions that I can guarantee you she won’t answer. The same way that she’ll find I have questions I won’t answer.”
Ran stares me down, the twitching tail now sprung to alert. A moment of silence settles in the room, tension strung between Ran and I as we play at each other’s nerves. It feels like it’s been this way all day, and while I can guess why, I also won’t change course now that I have my foot in the door.
Keine leans closer to me, her hair drifting over my clenched hand. She takes it in her own, and turns it over to reveal a small speck of dried blood. It’s probably Seija’s, from when Ran cut her wrist. Keine notices the dot as well, but largely ignores it.
Her voice is soft, trying to still the room, as she lilts, “The clear way to accomplish this is by letting her out? Tanner, I agree with Miss Yakumo. That’s hardly a sound idea. Why not ask other people what they know? There’s enough information in Gensokyo for you to find your answers without going straight towards danger.”
She’s forcing herself to act calmer than usual. I waver away from her gaze, guilt tickling my throat.
I return her reasoning, cooling my voice as best I can, “And who should I ask, Keine? A tengu? A kappa or yamawaro? A human villager? Certainly not the human villagers, they don’t know anything, just strings and hooks of rumors. The rest all want to strike far harsher deals than I made with Seija already. Not to mention finding anyone that would actually have anything important to say.” I tighten my brow, burgeoning forth what confidence I still hold to conclude, “The amanojaku is sitting in a cell, right where we can keep our eyes on her from the moment she leaves to the moment we put her back.”
“She isn’t going to let you do that as easily as you make it sound,” Keine counters. “For all that I trust both you and Lady Yakumo, I’m not blind to that girl’s intelligence. Not that she often makes good on its prowess.”
“But do you think we can make it work?”
She stares through me, brown eyes reflecting the slightest hint of red. She glances over to Ran, who seems to have also calmed down in the reprieve, and states, “I think if you’re careful…” she stops, shaking her head to append, “I don’t like it. The guards won’t like it. The village elders will especially hate it. But if you’re careful, you can make it work.”
I nod, resting her hands back to the table. Returning to my partner, I continue the conversation, “We’ll keep that in mind. What do you say, Ran?”
Ran slips a hand from her coupled sleeves and cups her chin in thought. I doubt they’re anything optimistic, but practical is all I need right now. She states, “With sufficient caution it should be possible to achieve this delirious idea of yours without incident. It remains without guarantee, however it is also not impossible. But what do you propose for releasing her? Would you use some form of restraints?”
“Well, I’d say that we should…”
[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.
[x] Keep her on a tight leash. Maybe even a literal one for how problematic she is.
[x] Let’s come up with something else. (Write-in)
[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?
Doge seija
[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?
Put a bomb on it
And force her to wear a number nine bracelet!
[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?
>>45335
I considered a bomb, but realized she might just run into a crowd and go boom
[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.
We need to observe Seina in her natural habitat.
[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.
There is no way it could possibly backfire. Right?
>>45030
> “How’d you know when… no, that’s a stupid question, you were waiting up here. How’d you know where we’d surface?”
>“Regis,” she addresses me, her tone hinting at being disappointed. I feel something slide up my back, slipping from around my neck and into her hand. A paper doll, one with some kind of coating. My forearm lifts at the elbow to reach for the thing. Ran is at least kind enough to offer it down, letting me feel the lacquer covering it. “Lady Yukari is capable of observing people in the depths of hell. It’s illogical to assume a body of water would be more efficate at hiding you.”
[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.
-[X] But secretly put some of those paper dolls on Seija. Then you can keep track of her no matter where she goes.
[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?
I like the idea of dog Seija, it's pretty hot and we either need to fix her with shock therapy or turn her into a sadomasochist.
[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?
A white ring, stitched together from a number of Ran’s paper dolls, sits around Seija’s neck. She tugs at the fashion accessory, despite being explained how much pain it can inflict her in an instant.
When Ran asked me last night how we might restrain Seija, I didn’t immediately come to this idea. At first I thought more along the lines of tethering her in some way, but Ran and Keine brought me around to this in a matter of minutes. We came together to make this overnight and I’d say we did a bang up job. A string of shikigami set to activate their Youkai damaging properties at Ran’s convenience.
“Gah!” Seija shouts in a burst of pain, as one would from being statically discharged. There is no noise for when the collar is active, nor does it emit any light that would otherwise indicate it. Her hand darts away from her neck, and she relaxes again.
Ran doesn’t have any form of button, instead operating it with her thoughts, so I’ll have to interpret when it’s on. It bugs me that I have no say in when it’s used, especially given Ran’s proclivity to incite turmoil, but the best I can do is stay a step ahead of them.
With enough haranguing maybe I can factor it out of the day.
“So, why am I wearing this?” Seija asks, pointing at the collar from a healthy distance.
“Because we’re taking you out of the cell today, but we also need something to keep you from harassing everyone we see,” I explain, taking out a key for the heavy metal bars.
I quickly locate the keyhole and slot its heavy partner in. It unlocks with a clack, and brace my whole body to swing it open. The sheer weight isn’t surprising in any way, but does make me wonder what the most dangerous thing they could keep in here would be.
I let the door settle and thumb over to the exit, commanding Seija, “Alright, let’s get a move on.”
“To where?” she asks with a raised brow, refusing to budge from her position in the cell.
I decide to be direct with her, “To wherever you want, I suppose. It’s your choice.”
She puckers her lips and nods. “Wherever I want? Well in that case.”
She walks to the back of the cell, dropping back to the ragged cloths that make up her bedding. She pats her skirt down to sit with legs crossed, looking none too intent on moving.
“You’re really doing this right now?” I find myself off pace from her bullheaded contrarianism. I pass a glance behind me to Ran, her eyes looking into mine and suggesting that she expected this. I round back on Seija and start to bargain, “… Look, Seija, I get that you want to do the opposite of what I say, but could you for a second consider that I’m legitimately giving you the chance to breath some fresh outdoor air with no strings attached?”
“None?” she challenges, flicking a finger against her collar.
My eyes clamp shut, turning off to the side as I’m forced to admit, “Close to none.”
She stares at me, chin crooked into balled fists.
“Fine, if you don’t want to, then I guess I can’t force you...” I concede.
There’s a brief minute of silence as neither side continues this debate. That is until…
“Gaah!” Seija shouts, launching from her seat into the back wall. She floats upside down in the air for a second as she fights with the collar. “What the hell?!”
Ran takes a step in front of me and enforces, “Leave the room or the collar will remain active.”
Not much more is needed to get her from flailing in the air to swimming right next to us, an aggravated, “Fuck! Fine, I’m out!” to follow. She plants her feet on the ground, forcing her fingers close to her neck, and pulls as hard as she can against the thing harming her.
“Ran, I think that’s enough!” I reprimand my partner, attending to Seija’s hands.
She’s too distracted by the pain to really notice me. Ran isn’t stopping, though, why isn’t she..? The collar. She’s touching the collar. I get my hands over Seija’s, trying to remain calm, hoping that she’ll understand the same.
With some patience, and worming my fingers under her clammy palms, she takes notice. She releases a white knuckled grip on the collar, and slowly lowers her arms.
I reproach my partner, “You think maybe you’re taking this too far?! What the hell was that?”
“A warning,” Ran holds firm. “Cooperation would be better than the alternative.”
Seija coughs out a jesting, “Go have fun or else? That’s my kinda time.”
“I hope you realize you’re not helping your case,” I bicker at the numskull.
Ran bangs on the door, “Three out!”
Kaze grunts, his displeasure in the idea being made known through the solid metal door. It took a lot of convincing to get him to go along with this, but I think he still trusts me enough again. It would be good if I could keep that trust.
The prison door opens and we file out, Seija being kept between Ran and I.
“Let me know when things go wrong,” Kaze growls, his arms crossed over his spear.
“Oh, I’m sure the little human would be of so much help,” Seija snickers.
Kaze narrows his eyes at the girl, and retorts, “Why don’t you tell these two when you snuck a metal pick into your cage? Who slammed you back in?”
Seija bares a set of rough teeth at the man, feigning a snarl. It does little to change his mood.
“Is that so?” I openly wonder. “Not– that I thought you were bad at your job, or anything. I’m just having trouble picturing somebody going toe to toe with a Youkai.”
“Do I look built for smooth talking and danmaku, Regis?” he reflects my pointed questioning. “Now get out of here, maybe the elders will figure out what the hell to do with her if I go rattle their heads.”
He continues mumbling to himself as we take our leave, greeting the mid morning sun. Guards at the gate greet passing housewives, coming into the walls to purchase farming supplies, but quickly catch our entourage standing idle just outside the guardhouse. Ran waves them off as a sort of implicit ‘all clear.’ Like Kaze, they fidget with their spears, likely left to worry for the rest of the day as our group leisurely traipses the streets.
Seija walks ahead of us, immediately taking the reigns of the outing. She looks happy to be outside, showing how little she really cared about that stunt a minute ago. The simple act of walking down the street, passerby gawking in fear, puts a smile to her face. Little wonder, too, since I’m sure a lot of Youkai would love this treatment.
She casually strolls through the village, not stopping at any single location for longer than a few seconds before moving on. We’re forced to right many objects that she displaces, most being of little consequence, but for the few shop signs take poorly to being flung upside down we briefly apologize to the owners and continue our pursuit.
As we enter the market area we’re on high alert, waiting for Seija to nick goods of their shelves. We catch her hand a few times with foreign objects, Ran briskly zapping her for the trouble while I return the item to its rightful owner. Seija gives up entirely on larceny once the song and dance become routine. She rebels against our advances in her own small way, still, turning the odd fruit or vegetable over compared to its family. She grimaces at the results. They don’t elicit the same rush as snagging the food off the shelf for her.
We make our way still further around the village, coming more into the housing area, where we find children playing past an alleyway. Likely a secluded spot that they’ve made their own.
Seija looks particularly keen to meet them, her heel thudding as she turns to the alley.
I catch her shirt collar and warn, “You might want to rethink that one. Ran can only set that collar so high before your head pops off.”
As far as I know, that’s a complete fabrication, but a solid enough one to not test. She looks between me and them, considering what would happen if she just ignored me. I release her, having said my piece.
This girl is like so many students that’ve gone through my classes. Being too pushy will make her do what I don’t want her too, but being too timid will also have her doing what I don’t want. It feels like there’s no winning with her. That’s by design, obviously, but hardly a justifying one.
She continues to stare at the children, a lame frown popping up to a wry smile. She lifts her foot up, and…
“Gh!” she emits through her teeth. Her confident step miscarriages, sending her reeling back into Ran. The latter braces her from falling over before pushing back. Seija swivels on a heel to face the thorn in her neck.
“Do not engage with adolescents. The risk of you causing them harm is against all directives,” Ran rationales.
Seija challenges her, “Your directives? We’ve been walking around for a half an hour and all I understand is that your directives are to have me do nothing. You sure you don’t just want me dead?” she seethes.
Ran reflects her heated glare, refusing to argue the assertion.
Seija picks up on this, choosing to taunt, “… Oh, right, you can’t.”
Ran remains still as stone, angry as a gargoyle. Seija’s caught on to that much. If this keeps going what else will she be able to weed out of her? Nothing good, I suppose.
“We should relocate,” I interrupt, lacking any suggestion in my tone. “If being around the village is going to have us bog you down, then it’s better that we aren’t here in the first place.”
She sweeps her face towards mine, aggravating, “Oh I’d love that. Maybe we can stop for tea on the way? I’ll make it for you myself, asshole.”
I back up and raise a hand between us. “I more so meant that you wouldn’t get zapped for doing the same elsewhere… is that fair enough?” I defend.
Her brows furrow. Her lips twitch. And with a click of her tongue, she grouses, “Whatever.” Without another word, she flies off.
Ran apprehends me from behind, launching us into the air to pursue our target. The tiled roofs fall out from under me, shrinking until I have a view of the whole village. We level out with Seija as she travels to the East. There’s no urgency in her speed. In fact, she seems to enjoy the flight as she lounges in the air, facing away from where she’s traveling. She even offers a wagging finger for us to keep following as she descends.
If my bearings are still with me, we’ve flown for about some ten to twenty minutes, so… That forest below is the Forest of Magic, I think? Probably a deep portion of it, too, judging by the thickness of the leaves. The canopy scrapes against us as we follow Seija below.
We emerge to a portion of the forest about as dark as the evening, the glow of various plants and fungi providing more visibility than the absent sunlight. I feel a new paper doll attached to my shoulder, courtesy of Ran. The air is rife with spores and pollen of magical plants seeking shelter from the coming winter. That, combined with the generally invisible miasma of this place, is best to be wary of. Whether it effects me anymore is beside the point.
Lying atop an especially massive fungus is Seija, playing with an oversized snail shell she’s caught in a twister. She flicks a finger on beat, spinning the critter around and around above her head. How it retains height is difficult for me to say, but just as difficult to hand wave as negligible.
Seija herself seems passively taken by the act, staring at the rotating bug as one would stare into a campfire. I stroll next to her, reaching up to gently stop the snail. It takes almost no force to do, despite being as large as a baseball, and the sudden break in motion causes eye stalks to peek out from the shell.
“Now what?” groans a set of jagged teeth. The back of her hand lowers against an eye as she complains, “Don’t want me playing with bugs, neither? It ain’t fun, anyway.”
“That’s not what I’m stopping you for. I just wanted to ask if you were going anywhere from here. You can have the snail back,” I finish, placing the shell and its occupant back into her open palm.
She rolls up on the giant mushroom, shaking a thick cloud of iridescent spores loose from the underside. She tosses up the snail, letting it fall back to her hand a few times before levitating it through some imaginary force.
“You know, I have been thinking of taking something boring from one of the hoarders out here. They’ve got lots of stuff, I’m sure some of it’s bad,” she muses, more to herself than anyone else.
The irony strikes me that she would steal from the little witch, but that’s better left unsaid.
I look at the snail, the ethereal lights of the forest bouncing off of it like a disco ball, and comment, “I don’t condone theft, but you’re not wrong to say they have a lot sitting around. What do you hope to find, specifically?”
Her lips push to the side in thought, answering, “Like I said, something boring. Nothing will do.”
“Right…” I concede with a nod and add the part she doesn’t want to hear, “You realize that we’re not gonna sit idle while you commit burglary, yeah?”
She shoots an eye at me, and slowly stands atop the giant shroom. When she finds stable footing, she taunts, “You realize that I’m always idle, yeah?”
She jumps, curling in on herself to cannonball the fungus. The impact knocks loose a mass of spores, too bright and thick to see through. An improvised smokescreen. I swat at the space above the mushroom, but my arm finds nothing solid. It’s still so thick that the motion does nothing to dissipate the particulates. It takes another several seconds for the smoke to thin, and Seija is nowhere in sight.
She’s taken flight. In a forest we can’t fly out of, no less.
“… Shit,” I curse at my lacking awareness. I should’ve noticed when she rolled on it. Now all that’s left is the snail, shell shocked and agitated.
I turn to my partner, starting, “Ran, do you–?!”
She offers an open hand, shutting me up. It turns over, requesting something be put in it. I feel something slither out from my lower back up through my collar. It traces back to Ran, resting in her palm. She flicks it into her fingers, raising her eyes in place of verbal communication.
I point at it and then to where Seija was sitting. She nods.
“You’re the best, you know that?”
She lets the doll slip back under my shirt, stating, “In addition, the restriction collar is currently set to low. Shall we go after her?”
[x] Well of course. Don’t want her causing trouble unattended.
[x] Maybe we can wait a bit, see what she tries.
[x] Surely we can think of something more ‘boring’ than that. (Write-in)
[x] Surely we can think of something more ‘boring’ than that. (Write-in)
-[x] Let her think she escaped and observe her from a distance!
[x] Surely we can think of something more ‘boring’ than that. (Write-in)
-[x] Let her think she escaped and observe her from a distance!
>>45345
Yes that is how I was reading them as well, lol. Don't worry, that was always the plan.
>>45345
yeah I was thinking that too.
hmmmm... what to go with...
yeah probably go with that, can't come up with anything to write in and that does seem the best way for Tanner to Observe and thus get his research done.
[x] Maybe we can wait a bit, see what she tries.
