This Otherworld Summoning Is Just Too Much! (Morimirror City)

Baby wondered what to do
she was tempted to nom the snack
but was a good babu
Hmmmm
Babu climed onto the bed
and snuggled in

 

Thus, the day passed uneventfully.

 

Babu passed a milk fart in her sleep

 

*wonders when @Blackwater will approach the guild*

 

After two days, we finally got down the hill. Phew, that was some hellish trip we had there! I never thought that we would be meddling with such... people. Some terrifying individuals... or perhaps, they were scary only for me. I mean... look! It's not as if they were speaking about putting me in a cave or anything!... why the hell I am so stuck at this specific moment?
Oh well whatever. I don't need to clarify things. I am just happy to have been released from this hell, albeit, that was worth the trouble! A blessing, a talisman, and a holy dagger! Luck has been on my side! At least in the short-term, in the long-term, we need to wait and see.

Going back onto the main point. We're officially back in Morimirror city. Mmmmm, I suppose that--
Shoot I am in troubles. How am I supposed to explain everything to Menda? I should have been working for her yet... I was getting bullied up there. Errr... I think she will understand if I tell her everything! I mean, she must have seen us at the gate when we were teleported.

It seemed that Yi wished to accompanied me which is great. We couldn't have finished our talk back then, we kept getting interrupted, first by that madwoman, then by our undead monarch and finally by those two days of trials.
Alas, we arrived at the Keeper Fist's entrance. I scratched my head and wondered aloud as I reluctantly pushed the door.

"Mhmmm. That might get troublesome... I mean, someone must have seen us at the gate speaking with Meiru while we were separated from the crowd... wonder how we should explain."
Or if she would ask anything at all. As far as I have seen, she seems to be the subtle kind when it's about shady stuff and secrets.

@Way

 

Ah, good sweet...well, it wasn't home.
...Funnily enough, that mountain was magnitudes friendlier than the undercurrent of this place, but oh well. At least I had the lad to talk to.
Now, however, I had a lot more baggage..literally and figuratively, as I looked at the trident slung on my back with a makeshift cord and the wrapped in a makeshift belt.
These tools would be useful in many practical ways- both in terms of credentials and actual ability if push came to shove. Just had to watch out for certain opportunists.
"For now? Let her guess whatever she wants. If she really asks, just say that we were out on a job for an acquaintance. it's not technically wrong if you interpret the wording creatively, after all.."

 

The next day is rather uneventful - I continue to lurk in the streets, working to turn my scrap into useable tools and weapons. At the end of the day, I finally have a shoddy assembly of tools, like a hammer-ish thing, a screwdriver, and more. And then there is a weapon - basically a spike fixed on a metal rod, with a tense metal spring within the body. If you stab someone with it, the spike gets loosened, shooting forward with the added force of the spring.

Preparing it for the next stab takes a bit of work, but it's quite good for someone physically weak - like the orphans of the Bloody Rags. Valentine gladly buys it with a generous amount of food, and I give him another knife as thanks, my stomach grumbling at the sight of the food. You sure get much more hungry when actively doing stuff during the day.

"Your stuff doesn't look pretty," Valentine comments, "and isn't as good as real weapons, Stranger. But it's good enough to do its job. You can expect me tomorrow evening as well."

"That's great to hear." I chuckle, before looking at his scrawny body. "But, wouldn't you want to have ranged weapons more? Anyone can make a basic sling, and it still packs a bit of a bunch."

"But we can't use slings as well in self-defense - and the streets here have many corners and are narrow."

Well, he does have a point. Maybe I'll find a solution for that later on. After bidding him farewell, I use my charm a few times after making sure there is no one around. I don't learn how to cast anything from it, but I do manage to get a bit of a feel for mana. It... feels very strange, to be honest.

OOC: I don't think there is much of a reason for my character to do that for now. ^^"

 

It was late at night, a few hours after the operation. The cloudy sky, devoid of any stars loomed over the silent city. Still, despite the ominous atmosphere, it was a happy evening for Terrance De Chattelier, who was basking in the occasional moonlight that sporadically forced its way through the grey clouds.

Shatter

The wine stained the luxurious carpet as the glass shattered upon contact with the floor. The hand with which Terrace had held it, now touched his waist as he painfully groaned on the ground. Something was happening to his body. Something was squirming inside. Something was ripping his muscles apart. It wanted out. To escape.

One by one, the muscle fibers ruptured in its path and soon…

Groan

It broke free and flew into the air as Terrance finally lost his consciousness after taking glimpse at the culprit…

A kidney. A pitch black kidney. It stayed there, in mid air for a while before it started to squirm uncontrollable and slowly, but surely changed its shape into that of a raven. The ominous bird flapped its wings and flew out of the window leaving its unfortunate host behind. As the moonlight shined upon its wings it coiled around it and covered it in silvery bandages. In just a moment, only its pitch black eyes could be seen as they scanned the city below for its “master”…

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Just as the first rays of sunlight shone upon the labyrinth city, a middle aged man stands in the middle of a ransacked basement. His hands trembling in both fear and anger, he punches the wall as everything else is already destroyed. “Where is that FUCKER?”

Just a few hours ago, his entire life had gone to hell. A fairly powerful client nearly died after the organ they delivered turned out to be faulty. And all of the pressure was passed onto his head and now he, similarly as his higher ups, also needed a scapegoat. It was just that,it seemed to have disappeared, or has it?

Poof

The gentleman turned his head and what did he see… The scapegoat. It returned!

“What a---. Oh, it is you? I came back, huh… no third chance for me… But, that does not matter! You met divine being Franky! Divine beings! It is not the point to turn your second life around!” The guy mumbled crazily.

“Where the FUCK have you been?” the gentleman restrained just barely restrained his anger.

“Well, it was crazy really. You would not probably believe me anyway. By the way, what happe--- Hey! What a!” The newcomer screamed as the man tackled him to the ground and started banging his head against the floor in pure anger.

“Who do you think you are, huh? You thought it was funny? You think you are FUCKING funny? Oh, it will just gonna be FUNNY fro you then! You gonna eat what you justly deserve!”

As his mind was about to black out, Franky used his last effort to grab a hold of the net and smacked it against his attacker, who just casually grabbed it.

“Oh, what do we have here? Enchanted item? It does not seem to be strong, but at least something to recover a drop of my assets. After I hand in your life, that is… Now, give me that other kidney!” He said as he punched Franky’s face making him finally black out.

huff huff

“That will do. Now, everything will be juuuust fi---”

Cold. Terribly cold. Was it from the net? No, it was not powerful enough. And this was not a regular coldness… This one sent shivers down his very core. His soul itself trembled. Whatever it was, it was angry.

“Who… who is there...” The man turned behind him and the thing there was the last thing he ever saw...

 

"That does work I suppose."
I do not think that's something she would mind after all. After a sigh, I obviously noticed that, contrary to what I initially thought, neither the customers nor Menda stared at us. They just threw a glance before going back to their own business.

Phew... it seemed that they don't kn- that would be weird. After a sigh, I sat nearby the counter and immediately spouted out the excuse Yi provided me with.

"Sorry, sorry, we were out for a job, an acquaintance needed us. Can you give to each us a cup of beer."
Staring for a few seconds, our lady boss then sighed and gave to each of us half a cup. Well.
"That's because you didn't pay last time."
Ooops... I was supposed to pay the bill with some odd jobs. But oh well.

"Sheesh... sorry, I will work a bit later today."
After this little conversation, I turned toward Yi while I felt relieved about... uh... the lack of troubles? I guess that's weird to say. Let's get back to the main point.

"Last time, our conversation got interrupted... but I've been meaning to ask ye something. Do you have any plans?"

 

“Ahh… fuck, what the...”

Franky groaned as he woke up after some time. The blood on his head was still a bit sticky so he could not have been gone for long.

‘Why? Why would he do that? What happened? Also, why am I still…. Here?’ Still in basement. Not confined on some table and after a quick search, it seemed that no organs have been plundered. It was just that, that the other side of his hip, where the scar from that unfortunate incident was supposed to be… There, as if stuck to his own body, a piece of silvery bandage covered the wound. Not only that, the entire area, where his kidney once resided felt cold, cold and ominous.

‘Whatever this is, it cannot be good...’

Deciding that he should leave this place as soon as possible, Franky turned around…

“Aah!”

Only to see a mummified corpse, dried of any life lying on the floor still wearing its business suit. For some reason, the word “Curse” came to his mind.

‘Whatever! I will deal with that later, now...’ He swiftly, but thoroughly looted the corpse finding 8 SP and 3 CP and swiftly left the crime scene.

 

Spoiler: Little Ember

The little ember in the air.

Searching for its one true heir.

Little ember drifting slow.

Falling towards the town below.

Little ember, born from war.

Will mark the town forevermore.

 

Spoiler: Diary #3

Back on my feet again. I still retain no memory of what the heck actually happened, but this morning the town was quite noisy.

Murder. Or rather, suspicions that a murder had taken place. Because the entire alleyway was soaked in arterial spray, and bits and pieces of mysterious matter were strewn about the floor.

There was no actual body, for some reason. Just the remains of one. And the remains definitely didn't add up to a full body, or so Milla told me; as if certain bones and organs were just pounded into powder and paste.

There was also a pool of solid steel lying in the mess, slowly merging with the blood that had collected around it.

No, wait, I remember now. Some flashes.

The laughter, followed by something attempting to bite my neck. Something tried to use charm magic on me, I think.

And then the pounding in my ears started, and when it did, there was no holding back.

Vampire. That's what I fought.

Speaking of vampires...

You know how I asked Milla about whether she was a vampire during the first night I arrived? Thinking back, she didn't actually give me a straight answer...

...And I don't think most vampires would have a pair of animal ears sticking out of their heads. So that was what her hairband was usually keeping in place...

I glance at my table. There was a mace lying there, and even though I'm no worshipper, from this distance I could feel the aura radiating from it.

Oh well, first comes work and then training. I'll ask the other questions tonight.

Signing off,
Senya Gozen

 

((Child porn?))

 

After arriving back to the city, I dashed home with the new staff and talisman in my hands.
The way Meiru worded it was fishy, as if she forgot to tell my parents where I was.
If so then they must be worried out of their mind.
Standing in front of our Inn, I take a deep breath and enter the establishment.
"Ma, Pa, I am home!"
((@Haxagen , their reaction depends on you))

 

Plans? Ah, I see...I see.
"Honestly? For now, not really."
There wasn't much else to say.
"I've just managed to handle the issues I had on hand, I don't yet know what I should do next."

 

"Ah, you're already back, Maria? It's only been two days! Did you have fun on your road trip?"

 

Mmmmm. That's troublesome. I never have been good at discussing. Both of us seem to be lost in this situation somehow... If someone is lost, how would they get a destination? By getting informati- that's it. That could be pretty useful.

"I have a sort of idea. What 'bout gathering informations and then we share? I mean, can't have proper plans without knowing enough about the place we're in. Politics, leading figures, how people live and so on."
As far as I've seen in the streets, that shouldn't be too hard. Despite everything, the society seems a tad advanced... it just has the usual issues but in worse.

 

"Ah, I see." Rubbing my beard, I nodded in deep thought
In every situation, intel was always the most important. Nearly every battle fought in life rested on that.
"Sure, sure, that'll work. The only issue is that before that, we need to establish ourself in an open position where we can most effectively gather intel."
In nature, the newton's third law dictated that a platform, a stepping stone is needed for movement, if you weren't a bird already in the air.
When it came down to society, it was no different.

 

An open position? I suppose the first step would be popular and populated places such as-
"Well, for open positions, I suppose we have simply the streets. Pretty simple, but that's the base... then, there are also the Plaza. Inns and bars..."
Considering how shady the Keeper's Fist is, and the errand I needed to accomplish for Menda, there should be informations going around here. I cleared my throat and conitnued to speak.

"...But I suppose, the most efficient place should be the Dungeon Market as Morimirror City seems to revolves around its dungeons."
Where I was attacked by Menda's partner. It seems to make a bit of sense... I think.

 

"Hmmm...interesting..."
Lad had quite some thoughts, eh?
"That is quite logical. However, when I talk about establishing a position, I also mean position in this society."
I chuckled a bit, discreetly
"After all, some measure of influence is always important, otherwise intel collection, and many other things would e much more difficult. A man cannot hope to face the world alone."
Sipping the cheap beer, I looked straight into the lad's eyes, as if trying to discern his intent straight from the soul.
"So, you have any thoughts at this juncture?"