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// She's a Ghoul of Toreador clan with one point in Celerity and three points in True Faith.
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// black vampire hunter Sailor Moon
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VAR showed_mace = false
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VAR preparedness = 0
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@ -128,7 +130,7 @@ And you're off to see… some sad old guys loudly arguing about their cars. You
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* [<ell> (Follow the scent.)] You can't track it, you just know it's near.
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-> choices
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* [<ell> Tap one of the guys on a shoulder.] <q>Excuse me—</q>
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* [<ell> Tap one of the guys on a shoulder.] <q>Excuse me–</q>
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<q>Get lost, kid.</q>
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-> choices
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* -> start4
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@ -137,12 +139,11 @@ And you're off to see… some sad old guys loudly arguing about their cars. You
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You wander around. Why did He send you here?
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There's a crowd now, and a guy shouts from inside:
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There's a crowd now, and you see a tall guy in a motorcycle helmet shouting, his voice loud and clear:
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<q>To the end of this street and back here! Go! <q>
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The feeling of <em>wrongness</em> rises in you. The lot is filled with roar of the cars speeding away.
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The crowd cheers.
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The feeling of <em>wrongness</em> rises in you. The lot is filled with roar of the cars speeding away. The crowd cheers.
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You see a figure across the street jumping four stories right on top of an office building. This is your target.
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It's a quick climb to the roof. And here's your guy.
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He's hunched over a body of some old man, you hear the <em>slurping</em> sounds, he's still drinking blood from the body.
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That's good, that means the victim is still alive and you got here on time.
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<> That's good, that means the victim is still alive and you got here on time.
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* [Pose and start a full speech]
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And you get a heavy fist to the stomach. You lower your hands, snagging the mace on his hand – he <em>screetches</em> and jumps back.
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He screams, and I have to paraphrase everything except the pronouns here:
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<q>Who the hell are you, crazy woman grabbing my precious flesh with her dirty hot hands?</q>
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<> <q>Who the hell are you, crazy woman grabbing my precious flesh with her dirty hot hands?</q>
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-> explain
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= explain
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* * Explain what he's doing is wrong
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->explain
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* * Explain you don't want him anywhere near the city
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->explain
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* * Explain your Lord wants him out
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->explain
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* * [Explain what he's doing is wrong]
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<q>You're killing this man. Leave and never try this again.</q>
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<q>He's not a man, he's a snack. They don't sell this kind on gas stations.</q>
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<q>Barbarian.</q>
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<q>You're the second course if you take a step further.</q>
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-> attack
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* * [Explain your Lord wants him out]
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<q>My Lord called for me. I will not stop until you leave this city.</q>
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<q>Your Lord does not own <b>me,</b> little lap dog. He and his clan and the friends of his clan are dirty greedy hoarders, and you are his walking spare snack.</q>
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-> attack
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= attack
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* * Try to push him to the end of the roof
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-> attack
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* * Jump straight over him
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-> attack
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* * [Push him to the end of the roof]
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// -> attack
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* * [Jump straight over him]
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Suddenly you jump <em>high</em> and land behind him. It's a perfect opening for a slam to his back.
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<em>(crack.) Aaaargh!</em>
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He screams in agony. You cut his jacket and shirt, and his back is smoking. You raise the hand to hit again, but he dodges and trips your leg.
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<q>Stupid useless human.</q>
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He takes you by the leg and pulls you to the end of the roof.
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* * * [Kick]
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-> dangling
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* * * [Scream]
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-> dangling
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* * * [Cut him]
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-> dangling
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* * [<ell> Climb down]
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You think about climbing back down the wall, just to meet him on a safe ground. Not your best idea.
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-> attack
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=== dangling ===
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You try to stand, to kick, to cut his hand, but he's too strong, does not even acknowledge your kicks and you're lying on your back, completely defenseless.
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And now you're dangling upside down four stories up, flailing your limbs like a scarecrow. He laughs.
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<q>I wonder if I can time it to the streetracers when they race back? Oh well.</q>
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And now you're falling.
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* [Close your eyes]
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You are not ready for this.
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You feel the wind wooshing past, and then <em>something</em> hoists you up and pulls to the side. You open the eyes to see the dirty asphalt.
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-> dangling2
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* [Embrace the earth]
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Not how you've imagined it, but your life didn't provide you with the best choices.
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You feel the wind wooshing past, and then <em>something</em> black appears from below, lifts you and pulls to the side. And all you can see is dirty asphalt.
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->dangling2
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=== dangling2 ===
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You slowly stand up to see a tall gangly man in motorcycle helmet. He was with the streetracers before, wasn't he?
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<q>Apologies for this rough jump. Are you okay, miss?</q>
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His voice is very different now; it's coming quietly from inside the helmet, and he has a strange accent. You can see your reflection in the black helmet - plain awful.
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* Better than I could be, and I'm grateful for that. But who are you?
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<q>Just a friend. I expected your <em>patron,</em> though. If you see him, tell Jim wanted makeup again.</q>
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* * <q>Is it a rare makeup?</q>[]
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-> dangling3
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* * <q>He doesn't sell makeup.</q>
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-> dangling3
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=== dangling3 ===
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<q>No, he just knows people who can really work it. I have a sensitive skin.</q>
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* [(Nod and smile.)]
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<q>I must retreat, the young man who did this to you shouldn't see me here.</q>
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=== battleends ===
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Clap. Clap. Clap.
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<q>Thou art the most gracious person, dear.</q>
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He glides to you, his walk even and perfect as always. It's an old ritual. You kneel.
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* [State your pride]
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<q>I am proud to be the best, my lord. This man won't try this again.</q> -> battleends2
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* [State your mission]
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<q>I'm sure the city will be safe tonight.</q>
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You skip on the way out, throwing a last glance at the scene. He's hunched above the unconscious girl. You know she will be fine, now that your lord is here.
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You're still kneeling before him. He extends his hand and touches your chin.
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And you spend the night sleeping with his locket, tight in your arms.
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* [Drink and get out]
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<h1>THE END</h1>
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His palm is bleeding; you lap at his blood, trying not to spill a drop on your clothes.
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You skip on the way out, throwing a last glance at the scene. He's hunched above the unconscious girl. You know she will be fine, now that your lord is here.
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And you spend the night sleeping with his locket, tight in your arms.
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<h1>THE END</h1>
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// You can outrun and jump over anyone, even in your puffy skirts. (He's obsessed with nice clothing, and honestly you caught a bit of this too. You can't go out in anything <em>drab.</em>)
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