RESULTS [X] Who are you?
[X] Why are you trying to kill me?
[X] Who is the sniper?
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You set your jaw and glare down at her. "Tell me who you are."
"A woman," she replies tartly.
"More specific, if you please."
"Why should I ? ?
You snap your fingers - with an impossibly deep
poom as a miniature
orb of force pops inside your palm. ?
Please. Your name, to start with."
She twists her mouth a bit. "Sakuya Izayoi."
"Next, your occupation."
?" a servant." Getting exact details out of her is like pulling teeth.
"And who do you serve?" She bites her lip, simply staring up at you hatefully. "Is it Yukari?"
Her baleful expression is replaced by one of surprise, but not at being found out - rather, it's the disbelief of hearing something so completely and obviously
wrong that gets a reaction out of her. "What?! No! Anyone but that conniving bitch."
That gets your attention. "That's a rude name to call someone."
"A rude name for a rude person," she maintains.
"What kind of rudeness are we talking about?"
She snorts in an incredibly unfeminine gesture. "At least all the other people trying to get you into their pocket admit that they're asking for your support over that of the others. The Buddhists. The Taoists." You don't recognize those names, but you start taking mental notes. "The Moriya gods, the tengu, the villagers - the Travelers." She hesitated a bit on the last name. You wonder just what they did to warrant that. "But Lady Yukari simply acts as if she's
entitled to your loyalty."
"How so?"
"Unsubtly."
?" go on."
"I prepared a tray for afternoon tea. Between me placing the cover on the cart and taking it to - my mistress," she substitutes at the last second, "she replaced all the food with a note asking if I would be so kind as to
donate ? something irreplaceable."
There's something. "Is that the artifact you have?"
Fear makes her blink wildly a few times in quick succession. "If you try and ? ?
"I'm not interested. That thing is a ticking timebomb," you state quite honestly. "Not that I don't think it
wouldn't be a useful tool, but I'm not looking right now." If you took it from her, you haven't the faintest clue what might happen. Who knows what kind of internal defenses it has, or what kinds of disasters might happen if you misfire it? Maybe you'll be frozen in time forever, or maybe you'll be sent some
when else, or maybe - a lot of things. Time manipulation is scary business, and you have more important matters to attend to, like this interrogation. "I'll take it you told her no, given the current situation."
"I told her to go to Hell," she readily agrees.
"Did you get the tea back?" you joke, seeking to catch her off guard.
She frowns at the light-hearted question, unsure if it would be better for her to laugh or not. ?" that's not relevant," she mumbles. Oh, so
now she thinks she should shut her mouth.
You decide to let it slide, though, and press on with her identity. "So who do you serve?"
"A far more charismatic woman than Yukari, and that's all you'll get out of me," she says, flushing a bit. It seems that her service is a matter of pride for her, if she's going to emphasize those positive qualities.
You don't know the figures of power of any of those factions - well, you know two from the tengu and Travelers who Nue engaged, but none of the rest. She did hesitate on the word Travelers? "Is she a Traveler?"
She twists her mouth in a strange expression. "Hardly. She came from the Outside long before they did? practically a native by now."
Might as well try and get a bearing on that date. "And when did you begin serving her?"
?" unimportant." There's that stony face again. Fair enough. It really is of no importance.
"Those blades of yours hurt quite a bit," you suddenly comment, your voice slightly louder than before as you change the subject. You stare down at your body and pat the front of your robe as if making sure all your organs are there. Not that you have any. The attack did disrupt your manifestation a bit, but nothing fatal.
"I hope they did," she grunts in assent.
"What was your purpose?"
"To slow you down. Well, I thought I might
stop you," she corrects herself, "but you took them awfully well."
"You mean you thought you would
kill me," you correct her. "Awfully rude action, for someone you just met."
"You don't
meet on a battlefield," she spits at you. "What are you, crazy?"
"It wasn't a
battlefield," you say icily. "Battles are between cleanly defined sides? you don't know exactly who I represent, do you?"
She turns a faint shade of red. "You were blasting the village apart, and not in any haphazard way, either. Precise. Like you had a purpose. There are wounded scattered in the street.."
"Wounded?" You cross your arms, unimpressed. "Tell me, how does your leg feel? How are your ribs?"
"You
shattered them," she spits. "They hurt. A lot."
You grunt in disbelief, then uncross your arms to swiftly several of the rings around the areas you struck. "Try breathing, and moving that leg, then tell me what you think again."
She glares at you, then shifts a bit while taking in a deep breath. She lets out a premature hiss of pain that swiftly stops when she realizes that there's nothing more than a dull numbness. The Hakurei's spellcard is truly a miracle - it emulated the pain and debilitating effects without ever actually inflicting real physical harm on her.
"At least
I know how to restrain myself," you say, intentionally being as condescending as possible. "Whereas you meant to kill with those blades. Only
one of us knows to follow the spellcard system here, it seems. Ha!" You toss your head back with a humorless bark of laughter, seeking to shame and humiliate her.
"Those people," she murmurs, grasping at straws to find justification for her actions.
"Merely unconscious. They'll wake up sore and with headaches, but nothing a good day's rest won't solve."
"Then - what were you doing destroying that building?" she splutters. "And there's damage all over the village too!"
"The village's damage is collateral damage from an earlier combat - and from what I've heard, fights on that scale aren't unheard of." You recall a tidbit of info - that the Hakurei and a friend had once gotten into a duel over where to eat a meal ?
Ran. An iron band far tighter than any of those around Sakuya clamps itself over your chest, not budging in the slightest even when you take a massive breath inwards to try and disturb it. No. This is hardly a time to sit down and angst.
"Was the building I was destroying vital to this village's infrastructure in any way? It didn't seem like it to me."
?" just offices and administration." she admits, closing her eyes again. "Day to day affairs. Nothing like a water supply."
You scoff slightly. "You're right that I had a purpose, but destruction was merely a means to an end."
"And what end is that?"
You open your mouth to answer, then close it. "I'll tell you when I think I can trust you to
not ventilate me. Again, why were you trying to kill me?"
She bites her lip until it draws the slightest drop of blood. "Someone needed me," she says vaguely.
"Oh. And who might that
someone be?"
"Like I'd tell you!" she snarls, suddenly fierce.
"it's not like I need the name. No. More importantly - why are you interested in killing someone trying to keep the peace?"
She blinks. "What?"
You stand up from your kneeling position with a stomp of frustration. "Woman, have you been paying
any attention to what's just happening? At
all?"
A look of sheepishness crawls across her face. "Um. I? just got here."
You consider the plausibility of that fact. Given that artifact? it's entirely possible it makes her capable of rapid travel. "And your
first response is to assassinate some who you merely
think is without even announcing yourself?"
"Then what are
you doing?" she scowls right back.
You sneer in response. it's an expression of derision so ugly it cuts her next complaint off. "So
now you're interested? Talk about shoot first, ask questions later!"
"My situation is urgent!" she cries right back at you. "If you're not here for any purpose, as you say, then prove it! Prove it so I can go!"
Your eyes practically bulge out at the presumption in that request. "What do I need to prove to
you? You're the one who needs to prove their trustworthiness, and after what you've done I'm inclined to just knock you out cold and carry on about my business."
She bites her lip. "No - no, don't do that. I
need to go. Please."
"So now we're begging?" You tilt your head, taunting her further. "That was awfully quick of you. If we weren't in this bubble, I'd just guess that you were stalling for time."
She takes a deep breath, then releases it. Two breaths, then three. "A very close friend of mine is in mortal peril," she says in a low voice. "She signaled me across the Border, that she needed me as soon as possible."
You think. "Mortal peril? certainly describes the sniper's situation quite accurately, but that person is taking obvious pains to remain anonymous with their bulky full-body clothing and full-head mask. If you had gotten closer, your blindsense would let you see through that mask and trace every line and curve of their body to identify them even without the face, but Sakuya had stopped you before you were able to get in range. "Let me ask you a question."
"Of course. I'll answer. Anything."
"Is this friend of yours? does she have anything against the peace in this town?"
She shakes her head so furiously you think she might burst out of her restraints. "No. Absolutely not. She's the nicest, most caring woman I've ever known. A patient gardener, an understanding friend, even a loving mother ? ?
You raise a hand to wave off the list of praise, but that last line makes you pause for a second. That? says a lot. But it's hardly enough to free her friend of guilt off the cuff. Besides, family members are extremely good blackmail material?
"Well, Sakuya. Outside this bubble, there is a person of unknown identity. She just tried to kill a friend of my companion up there," you say, pointing a finger upwards at Kogasa. "Twice. Now, would you know
anything about that?"
Again, the frantic headshaking. "No - now just let me go! I have to help her!"
"Your artifact there says that we have time to talk," you reply flatly.
"Fine. Fine!" she cries. "Just make it quick."
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CHOOSE YOUR CONTINUATION OF QUESTIONING
[ ] Write-in.
[ ] Make some demands?
-[ ] Release her if the demands can be met.
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>>167624 Well, I'll think about putting up a vote then. After mulling on the idea for a while, I've come to some conclusion about some of the scenes I'd like done.
Could I have those artists? names/pages/etc." You can either dump it here or catch me on the IRC, I'm basically always on it, even if I'm not at the keyboard.