Let Your Fists Do The Talking! Akyu Quest Continued!

[Fightest]

Let's not taunt the vampire in front of her crazy maid anymore =[

>"You may be pleased to know the plan went off virtually without a hitch. Eientei did not know what hit it."

> You can see Remilia try her best to maintain a stern expression, but she can't help a bit of a smile forming on her face.
> "That's not quite the answer I was looking for, but I have to say - that is actually quite amusing. Those little nuisances can really get things done when they can mob everything. However, I was more referring to the fact that you're about the only person I can find who can take responsibility for the breakout in the first place. You have to understand that I was very upset that my home would be violated in such a manner without provocation."

[Hello Purvis]

>"Honestly, the real damage was done by Marisa. We had no intention of blasting through things like that. The original plan was, more or less, to try to sneak them out the back door if possible. But when circumstances change, one changes with them. Please accept my apologies for breaking in; there were strict orders not to loot, at least. There really wasn't any other way to contact them that we had available to us."

[Fightest]

> Remilia's annoyance is starting to come back.
> "You do not seem to understand. First off, I am upset at this lack of trust: you could have come to me personally and asked to borrow my maids. I would have said no, but that's not the issue here.
> "Second, I do not care what was done during the break-in, I am well-aware of the extra library-robbing event that took place simultaneously: I am very offended that the break-in took place entirely. I do not suppose you would take kindly to uninvited strangers barging into your own home and doing whatever they like?
> "Third, I accept the apology, excuse-filled though it may be, but I am afraid that merely words will not quite do."
> Remilia relaxes a little, she looks like she's had that pent up for quite a while.

[Hello Purvis]

>"Have you some idea of what would do?"

[Fightest]

>"Have you some idea of what would do?"

> "I was rather hoping you would come up with something, but I do have an errand for you that will put you through enough trouble to placate me."
> Remilia nods to Sakuya, who had entered just a moment ago, carrying a tray of tea and biscuits.
> She waits patiently to be served without saying a word. When the tea is poured, Remilia takes a whiff of the tea, ponders for a bit, then nods to Sakuya.
> The maid bows and leaves.
> After taking a few more moments to make sure everything is perfect, Remilia then sips her tea dramatically and makes a sweeping gesture.
> "I want you to negotiate for immunity for my little sister."

[Hello Purvis]

>Nod.
>What do we know about the little sister?
>"What is her situation at the moment?"

[Fightest]

>Nod.
>What do we know about the little sister?
>"What is her situation at the moment?"

> The little sister, Flandre Scarlet, is the subject of many rumours. A lot of rumours. Really, more is known about her through rumour than through fact, which is an easy task, considering that the only fact known about her (aside from her being Remilia's little sister) is that she is kept in a sealed room made from very expensive material, custom-made by the kappas from reverse-engineered outside-world artifacts.
> "She's downstairs, in her sanctuary. It wasn't her fault she lost the immunity, not really - she was merely concerned about the new and unusual magical effect on Sakuya when she was visiting Flandre, and, with best intentions at heart, tried to kill it."
> Remilia shrugs.
> "And now I have two active participants on my hands. Fortunately, nobody seems particularly enthusiastic to come here and challenge either of them."

[Hello Purvis]

>"I certainly have no intentions of trying ti defeat either one of them, in any event. Have you any idea how you would go about negotiating her immunity?"

[Fightest]

> "I am under the impression that the goddess presiding over the shrine up on the mountain is one of the judges in this farce of a tournament, and is the one in charge of the immunity-granting process."

[Hello Purvis]

>Bugger.
>"I'll see what I can do. Hopefully, her circumstances are a bit more sympathetic than mine were."

[Fightest]

> Whoops, silly parser. Forgetting to have Sakuya serve you tea as well. How rude of her.
> Parser Sign - Retcon:
>> Sakuya serves you tea as well, without so much as a tinkle of cup touching saucer. It smells strong and deep.

>Bugger.
>"I'll see what I can do. Hopefully, her circumstances are a bit more sympathetic than mine were."

> "Oh, she's the sweetest girl. She can get a little... intense at times, but she's all heart. Would you like to meet her?"

[Hello Purvis]

>Well damn it, now we can't decline without looking like we're calling her a monster. Damn you, Scarlet.
>"Certainly."
>Sip.

[Fightest]

> Mm, the tea's delicious.
> "Come along, then, please."
> Remilia leads you out of the dining room, back down the stairs to the foyer, down another corridor, down some stairs, down some more stairs, down even more stairs, no longer decorated like the rest of the mansion, but now cold and unpolished...
> ...Into a large, nearly-empty chamber lined with mirrors.
> Every surface is mirrored, even the floor and ceiling.
> In the centre of the mirrored room stands a black cube, about the size of a comfortable hut for one person. The walls of the cube reflect light oddly, in precise geometric lines - light, dark, light, dark, light, dark - as if the entire surface of the cube is woven and interwoven with impossibly-thin strands.
> "Flandre, dear, you've got a visitor!" Remilia calls.
> In response, a child's voice comes, slightly muted, from inside the cube:
> "Remilia! Why didn't you
                                                                                                                                 say
                                                        you were
coming?
                                                                                                                                                                                            I was
                               getting                                                                        a bit


            lonely."

> ...
> At least you're pretty sure the voice came from inside the cube. And that it's a voice.
> "Her name is Madam Hieda, Flandre, so do show your manners." Remilia calls to the cube. She then smiles at you. "Let's go in, shall we?"
> "She
                           won't get
             scared,
                                                                                                                            will she,
                                                Remilia?"
> "Oh, I'm sure she'll be quite fine, Flandre," Remilia says, as she fiddles with one of the walls, pries open a small door, and walks inside, beckoning you follow her.

[Kasu]

> Follow.

[Mr_Bob]

Neat.

[Fightest]

> You enter.
> Your first impression is black.
> Everything in the room is black, a pure, perfect blackness that seems to suck in the pale glow that seems to be coming from the walls, although from no one point in particular.
> You can make out the shapes of a bed and a desk, and a bunch of other indistinct silhouettes by the way the light doesn't illuminate them.
> The only colour in the room is on the little girl sitting in its centre, her back to you. She appears to be squeezing something in her hands.
> She turns around at the sound of the two of you entering.
> Her eyes glow far brighter than the dim lighting in this room, a kaleidoscopic red that seems to suck you in,
> an almost hypnotic swirling gaze
> unblinking
> unmoving
> fixed
> fixed
> fixed on you
> what's this?
> blood?
> no matter, this is absurd,
> you're already dead
> dead
> dead the moment you entered the room
> not even a person
> "dismantled"
> through the neck, back of the head, from the right eye to the lips, upper right arm, lower right arm, right ring finger, left elbow, left thumb, left middle finger, left breast, from the rib to the heart, from the stomach to the abdomen in two places, left groin, left thigh, left leg, left toe
> not even in a second
> truly, in an instant, entirely
> you were "dismantled" into seventeen pieces of meat
>...
> Freak out? Y/N

[Hello Purvis]

>Yeah probably. Unless we're just too stunned and dismembered to be capable of such a feat.

[Kasu]

> Take a couple of deep breaths and attempt to keep our composure.

[mad]

>do your best to keep calm

[Mr_Bob]

>Does it hurt?

[Fightest]

>Yeah probably. Unless we're just too stunned and dismembered to be capable of such a feat.

> A mortal mind can only be witness to its own ultimate mortality for so long until it...

>Does it hurt?

> If you're dead, then who's doing the thinking?
> You manage to focus enough to get a coherent thought out, and, suddenly...

> Take a couple of deep breaths and attempt to keep our composure.

>do your best to keep calm

> Your perceptions roiling and churning, you focus. The effort is titanic, and you can almost feel your synapses firing against their will.
> You quell your deepest, most animalistic instincts, reigning them in, allowing your sense and reason to come to the forefront....
> ...
> "Flandre, what have I said about your manners?" You hear through a black haze, and the influence breaks free completely, as if lifting a mountain's weight from your shoulders.
> You see Remilia covering the little girl's eyes with her hand.
> "I'm                                                      sorry,
Remilia.                                                                       Sorry,
                                                                                                                                     Miss                                         Hieda."

[Hello Purvis]

>Groan.
>"Are all my parts still in place? I can't tell..."

[Mr_Bob]

>Check chest for usual growth.

[Fightest]

>Groan.
>"Are all my parts still in place? I can't tell..."

> "Considering the circumstances, I would say that you are more than all right," says Remilia. You can hear admonishment in her voice, but it's not aimed at you.
> "                                                                                                                                                       Sorry,
                      Remilia."
> says the little girl.
> "Flandre, this is Miss Hieda. Miss Hieda, this is my little sister, Flandre."
> Remilia removes her hand and
> your entrails spilling out
> your bones crushed
> Flandre closes her eyes, gets up, and curtsies.
> "Hello
                                     Miss                                                                     Hieda."

>Check chest for usual growth.

> You're ten. What are you talking about?

[Hello Purvis]

>Is there actual pain involved in these experiences, or just shock and grim knowledge?
>If the former, artlessly collapse into a heap of pain.
>If the latter, do our best to speak in a normal tone as opposed to gasping and groaning. "Hello, Flandre."

[Mr_Bob]

>Curtsy back as well.
>"Can you tell me about what happened?"

[Hello Purvis]

>Try not to wince or fall over whilst curtsying.

[Fightest]

>Is there actual pain involved in these experiences, or just shock and grim knowledge?
>If the former, artlessly collapse into a heap of pain.
>If the latter, do our best to speak in a normal tone as opposed to gasping and groaning. "Hello, Flandre."

> There is no pain you are receding.
> Flandre gives you a big grin, and Remilia ruffles Flandre's hair.

>Curtsy back as well.
>"Can you tell me about what happened?"

>Try not to wince or fall over whilst curtsying.

> You curtsy, hoping that you don't fall apart at the seams. You're still in one piece when you finish.
> Remilia crosses her arms.
> "Flandre's eyes are very special - she can, well, see the death of anything she looks at. It's very unpleasant for her, the poor thing."
> Flandre nods emphatically, although the big smile on her face makes it hard to believe she's in any sort of discomfort.
> "Her eyes are so potent that anything she looks at becomes aware of its own mortality as well. It's usually not very pleasant for the recipient, either, as most people are very fragile, evidently."
> "So she spends most of her time here, where there isn't much to see. It's terribly dull, so we have to visit very often!" Remilia says, smiling, as she gives Flandre a hug.
> Flandre nods again.

[Hello Purvis]

>"I see."
>Try not to stammer and such.
>"I suppose if there's nothing to be done about it, there'd be no choice."
>Look around, does she have any toys or anything?

[Fightest]

>"I see."
>Try not to stammer and such.
>"I suppose if there's nothing to be done about it, there'd be no choice."
>Look around, does she have any toys or anything?

> You're starting to recover from the experience - hindsight is already shutting out most of the shock.
> "So that is Flandre's story. Flandre, Miss Hieda will be getting back your immunity, so try to keep your enthusiasm in check next time, and ask me before doing anything unusual, all right?"
> "Yes,                                                                                                                                              Remilia.
                                                Thank                                        you,
                                                                                                                                                                                                      Miss
                                                                                                                                                                                             Hieda!"
> Flandre gives Remilia a chastised look that lasts all of two seconds, before smiling broadly at you.
> The thing that Flandre was squeezing as you came in appears to be an entirely black teddy bear. There are, you think, other entirely black stuffed toys scattered around the room.