As you drink the beverage, you get lost in your thoughts, remembering the day your parents just decided to send a 12 year old halfway across the world alone still stings a little. Especially when their only given reason was an offhanded "we think that studying abroad would be healthy for your development". It's pretty obvious they just wanted to get rid of you though, your elder brother and sister were never given such treatment and deep down, there's a part of you that loathes them for it. They weren't really the ones responsible for this, you know, and it's not like you've hated your time in the USA either. But the fact that you were sent away from your home without a second-thought by your parents will forever grind away at you. Ah well, At least you get to make your own decisions here. You even got permission to move into your own apartment and away from the dusty old mansion that you were living in with your aunt and cousins. You find yourself missing living there sometimes, you enjoy the freedom you get by having your own place to live, however, it would be a lie to say that you don't miss your cousins, they always treated you more like a brother than your elder siblings back home ever did.

A loud thump on the door knocks you from your musings, sounds like somebody is impatient.

>"Hey hey, hold on a second, I'm coming!" You say in a placating voice, heading over to unlock the door.
>"Who is it?" You call out, you know Shirley should be here soon but you can never be too sure, not with all those recent burglaries.
>Remain silent, simply go to the door and look through the peep-hole before opening the door, no need to overcomplicate things.
>Remain silent and stay sitting where you are. If Shirley wants in, she'll have to wait for you to finish your coffee. Call it a penalty for waking you up.
>write-in.

>>3861316

>Remain silent, simply go to the door and look through the peep-hole before opening the door, no need to overcomplicate things.

>>3861316
>Remain silent, simply go to the door and look through the peep-hole before opening the door, no need to overcomplicate things.
If our protagonist is an heir to Dracula, we ought to receive guests in a properly offputting way.

>>3861316
>>"Who is it?" You call out, you know Shirley should be here soon but you can never be too sure, not with all those recent burglaries.

>>3861316
>>Remain silent, simply go to the door and look through the peep-hole before opening the door, no need to overcomplicate things.

>>3861316
>"Who is it?" You call out, you know Shirley should be here soon but you can never be too sure, not with all those recent burglaries.

>>3861328
>>3861330
>>3861339
Writing...

This quest will be spammed with Castlevania music.

I hope.

https://youtu.be/bm_UxIy497k

Anyone who says Aria of Sorrow was bad can fight me.

>>3861316
And I forgot.

>"Who is it?" You call out, you know Shirley should be here soon but you can never be too sure, not with all those recent burglaries.

>>3861420
I did already call the vote, anon.
I'll make it a little more clear the next time I do though.
Sorry.

>>3861425
Oh, no, that was me not paying attention, sorry.

>>3861378
>Remain silent, simply go to the door and look through the peep-hole before opening the door, no need to overcomplicate things.

You yawn as you set your drink down on the coffee table. You can already tell that today is going to be a real pain in the neck. You rise to your feet, quickly approaching the door.
Another thump. This one even louder than the last. Up close you notice that the door seems to be shaking slightly from the force it's being pounded with, what the hell does Shirley think she's playing at?
You put your eye up to the peep-hole, expecting to see the impatient face of a rather rude girl who has no respect for the schedules of their close friends, nor their property, it seems.

Of course you are quite surprised when you actually find yourself looking at the chest of an enormous hooded figure, instead of Shirley's face.
You take a moment to look at this unknown individual. You can't get a good look at his face, covered by a loose hood, but you can tell one thing. He's huge! He's actually bending down slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling of the corridor!
The man pounds at the door again, but this time, the creaking of wood accompanies the noisy thud of fist against door. Damn it! You don't know what on Earth is going on, but this guy is clearly trying to smash down your front door, and is probably going to succeed in that endeavour in very short order.

You look around your apartment for anything that could possibly help you in this situation, what really isn't helping your panic-stricken mind is that you're on the fifth floor of the apartment block, but there must be something you can do!

>Back away from the door, try to barricade it with furniture before he busts it down!
>Back away from the door, find a weapon to defend yourself!
>Back away from the door, run to a window to climb out of and escape!
>Attempt to force the door closed with your body!
>Write-in...

>>3861436
>Back away from the door, find a weapon to defend yourself!
Maybe he doesn't know we're here yet since we were quiet. Let's remain as stealthy as possible and attack when we can.

>>3861436

>Back away from the door, find a weapon to defend yourself!

Call Shirley, tell her to stay away, shit is dangerous

>>3861439
Baring the possibility we're Dracula reincarnated I doubt we could handle this huge bastard with a bat or even a gun, we have to get out of here.

Then again he knocked on the door instead of just smashing it through, maybe he's a gentle huge man.

>>3861436
If theres a fire escape
>Back away from the door, run to a window to climb out of and escape!
If not
>>Back away from the door, find a weapon to defend yourself!

>>3861436
>quitely move to your bedroom and open your gun cabinet and retrieve your Glock 18 and call 911

>>3861465
You assume he's a giant human and not a ogre or golem, get the gun and get out!

>>3861472
ok then let's go for the gun then GTFO

So from what I can gather...
>look for your gun
Then
>escape using exterior fire exit?
Or do you want to do something else?

>>3861482
Dropped my Trip

>>3861482
this works for me

>>3861436
>>Back away from the door, find a weapon to defend yourself!

>>3861436
>>Back away from the door, find a weapon to defend yourself!
A gun would do nicely.

>>3861436
>Get the alcohol and a lighter.
>Throw just as the door comes off.
>Pull the fire alarm on your way down
I was gonna go with oil, but that's even riskier for burning the whole building down.

Well it looks like finding a weapon wins.
So if you wouldn't mind, please roll me some d20s. Bo3.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3861667

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3861667

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3861667
My desire for subweapons is growing.

>>3861553
Guys, the MC doesn't know he's in Castlevania yet. The proper action would be to call 911, not burn down the building.

>Rolled 17
You back away from the door as quickly as you can while remaining silent. The thumps getting louder and louder as you creep away from the entranceway.
You need to get something to defend yourself with, fast!

You haven't had reason to carry it around with you for the past few months, given the university's restrictions on weaponry, but you remember the last place you stored your pistol well enough, looks like those hours spent at the shooting range might not be a waste after all.

You hear another noise from outside.
The sound of a door opening. Not your door, no, but your neighbour, Mr Spencer's. You can hear his angry yelling quite clearly
"Hey, asshole! Do you have any idea what time it is? Some people here are trying to slee-urk!"
Something cuts off his furious outburst and for a moment all is silent, and that's when you hear it.
A sickening crunch.
A soft whump.
Silence once again.

Your imagination goes wild and you nearly vomit just from thinking about what could've happened outside. Whoever or whatever this guy is, he's probably not here just to rob you.

You dash the rest of the way into your room. Opening one of the draws, you find exactly what you're looking for. Your trusty pistol, a Beretta 92, it's holster, a few extra magazines and a Combat Knife, though you seriously don't want to go anywhere near that monster.

A loud crash resounds through your apartment, you peek through the crack in the ajar door to see that your front door has been reduced to splinters of various sizes and the huge man is forcibly squeezing his way through the now open doorway. If you're going to act, now is probably the time to do it. Then again, you are now right next to the fire escape. Climbing down should be simple enough, if you can get the damn window open, that is.

>Open fire on the hooded figure
>Rush him with your knife
>Try to open the window and clamber down the fire escape
>Write-in...

>>3861772
>Open fire on the hooded figure
Fifteen rounds rapid.

>>3861772
>>Open fire on the hooded figure

he already did mr. spencer in, who knowswho will he get next

>>3861772
>Open fire on the hooded figure

>>3861710
I mean, we could still throw oil and get him to slip on it.

>Open fire
Alright then.
Bo3 d20 once more.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3861808
Gun Gun Gun

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3861808

>>3861813
Oh dear.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3861808

>Rolled 1

There's no other option. You have to kill them, you decide. You slam the bedroom door open before removing yourself from your cover, taking aim at the huge man trying to force himself through the comparatively tiny entrance to your home.
You fire at the man.
You keep firing until a distinctive click tells you you're out of bullets.

They slump down after you unload 15 rounds straight into their chest

Satisfied that they are dead, you move into the living room once more, and take a closer look at the dead giant.

The man is totally unmoving and you finally get a look at the expressionless face which seems to still be staring directly at you. It's a horrible gory red patchwork, with huge stitches seperating the different tones of red. But perhaps the most unnerving aspect of all are the eyes of the beast, gouged out entirely, only pitch black chasms remain in their place.

Were it not for the andrenaline coursing through you, you likely would've recoiled in horror at the bizzare sight, instead you simply holster your gun as you let out a tense breath.
You need to call the police, and probably warn Shirley not to come round too.
You fish your phone out of a pocket before unlocking it and bringing up the dial screen.

Then out of the corner of your eye you notice something impossible.
It's whole body twitches as all of a sudden, the expressionless creature's face becomes a visage of inhuman rage. It lets out a deafening primordial roar of hatred before simply smashing directly through the doorway!

You drop the phone in shock, as the impossibly alive creature, now only meters away, lunges straight at you!

>try to dodge it!
>quickly try to pull out your knife to defend yourself!
>try to get to the fire escape window!
>hope for a miracle.
>write-in...

>>3861872
>>try to dodge it!
aaaaaaaaa

>>3861872
>try to dodge it!

>>3861872
>try to dodge it!
with a side of
>try to get to the fire escape window!

>>3861872
>>try to get to the fire escape window!
Run away!

>>3861872
>>try to dodge it!
>>try to get to the fire escape window!

>>3861872
>>try to dodge it!
Dodge first. Cannot just turn and run, hoping they won't grab us.

But
>>try to get to the fire escape window!
Escape is the goal. We are not engaging this thing in cat and mouse play. Because we are neither crazy nor stupid. Yet.

>>3861872
>try to dodge it!
Duck and roll! Grab the phone!
>try to get to the fire escape window!
Time to GTFO!

Looks like
>>try to dodge it!
>>try to get to the fire escape window!
Takes it.
Same as usual
Bo3 d20

I'm considering only having 1s override if none of the other rolls pass the DC.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3861941
Could always do the thing where Nat 1s put us in a bad situation and Nat 20s put us in a good situation regardless of pass/fail.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3861941

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3861941

>Rolled 19

You compose yourself, this guy might be huge, but after seeing that display, it's clear that he's pretty slow and clumsy too.
Despite your brief moment of surprise at his display of strength, you're ready for him.

You jolt your head to the side quicker than you thought possible, avoiding the huge palm reaching for your head. In the moment before the creature can properly recover, you use your left foot to slide your phone across the floor towards your bedroom door and with the momentum you spin on your heel so that you're facing the door leading to your escape.
As you start to move you can feel the other hand nearly scrape along your back as it attempts to seize you in it's grasp, but you're too fast for him, in fact, as you bound across the room you crouch down, picking up the mobile in one swift motion.

Before you disappear behind your door, you allow yourself a quick glance at the monster. It still hasn't moved from where it was. Only now is it starting to move towards you again. Good. You've probably got enough time to escape then. You unlock the latch keeping the window closed.
A brief push on it reveals the damn thing is jammed shut.

You don't let such a minor setback stop you though, as you back away from the window to get a running start before kicking the window with all your might. As your foot connects with the frame, you hear a crack.
The window swings open with great force, snapping off the hinges! It's a good thing that the landlord is such a cheapskate, otherwise there's no way you would've been able to pull that off.

You snap back to reality, now isn't the time to contemplate the low build quality of your apartment.
You clamber through the window and onto the metal staircase, gliding down then as fast as your legs will allow.
You glance back at the window, and sure enough, the creature is staring at you
It's not long before you're on the ground. But you keep running. People's faces pass by at high speed, but you're totally focused, you avoid running into any of them. You don't stop running until you've passed three blocks.
Then, when you're finally sure that you're safe. You stop.

You're gasping for air, you've never run so far that quickly in your entire life. It feels like you just ran an entire marathon. Now that you're out of the danger, you start thinking about what just happened. Who, or better, what the hell was that guy? Why was it your door he was knocking on?

But the most important question of all is of course...

What should you do now?

>contact Shirley, you can't let her put herself in danger by visiting your apartment.
>contact your Aunt, tell her that you're going to need a place to stay again for a while.
>contact the police, tell them there's an 10 foot tall psychopath on the loose.
>catch a cab, as far as you're concerned, the more distance between you and your would-be killer, the better.
>write in...

>>3862330
>>contact Shirley, you can't let her put herself in danger by visiting your apartment.

>>3862330
>>contact Shirley, you can't let her put herself in danger by visiting your apartment.

>>3862330
>contact Shirley, you can't let her put herself in danger by visiting your apartment.
She's probably the one who set that guy on us, but we don't know that.

>>3862330
>contact Shirley, you can't let her put herself in danger by visiting your apartment.
Tell her that some armed robbers wanted to enter your apartment and killed your neighbor.
Say that you had escape via the fire escape ladder and tell her not to come after you.
>contact the police, tell them there's an 10 foot tall psychopath on the loose.
Same thing. We got a dead neighbor to prove it.

>>3862330
This >>3862355

>>3862355
well, he was not armed so better not to lie

tell that a huge freak is in there and it killed our neighbor, no need to come up with anything, just not mention how much of a freak it was

>>3862361
make sure to mention it is a white giant man

>>3862361
since when an unarmed person can crush someone's skull?

>wanting to send the police to deal with some bulletsponge monstrosity that can kill men in a single blow while also not telling them what it actually is and sending them in blind
...
Why do you hate police officers so much?
You're apparently trying to give COPS an impromptu Halloween special.

>>3862371
Hey man if there is ever a problem in which gun doesn't work then you aren't applying enough gun. And cops have more gun.

>>3862371
>Hello, 911? Yes, a 10-foot-tall monster of a man just attacked my home and crushed a man's skull in one fist. No, I don't know what he looks like, he was wearing a hood.
Not sure they'd take it seriously.

>>3862371
If you have enough men with guns shooting at something, that something will eventually die.

>>3862371
leave the police out of it for now, but we have to call Shirley

>>3862334
>>3862346
>>3862350
>contact Shirley
Writing...

>>3862453
>inb4 we hear a ring
>It comes from the monster
I'm calling it now

Right, first things first. You need to make sure that Shirley isn't going to get herself killed by wandering into that deathtrap, you take your phone out of your pocket and are quite surprised by just how poor a state it's in. There's way too many cracks on the screen. You've never dropped it once and it breaks this badly the very first time you do?

Looking past the damage for a second, you still need to call your friend and make sure she's ok, you step into a sleepy café as you dial her. It's one you frequent fairly often whenever you need to get up early, the decoration of the place reminds you of the mansion you used to live in, so you also tend to visit whenever you miss living there. You lean against a wall as the phone rings.

The phone keeps ringing. Your thoughts take a dark turn. What if she arrived just after you left? You hope she would be intelligent enough to see the damage and just run back the way she came rather than investigate.

But just as you begin to assume the worst, the phone is picked up. "Shir-" you get out half a word before she loudly interrupts you "Not now, Arthur! I'm really busy!" she basically shouts at the receiver before hanging up. Well, at least you know she's safe for now.

You sigh, taking a seat at one of the tables. You request an espresso from the waitress when she comes round to take your order. After a few minutes of waiting, your drink is delivered to you. As it's set down on the table, you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket.

It's a text from Shirley.
It simply reads. 'We need to talk.'
Your reply is likewise blunt. 'Haven Café on Third Street.'
She's been acting suspicious all morning and nearly being murdered has understandably got you too on edge to want to write anything further, that and the state of the screen is poor enough to draw blood from a careless typer.

You sit there quietly, drinking your coffee, at least this time, you'll get to finish it. You have nothing else to do whilee waiting so you simply sit there, pondering. It's odd, though you are on edge, it feels like you've recovered from your brush with death a little too quickly, you certainly aren't in shock, at least.

You hear a chime as the door opens, a pretty blonde girl wearing a fairly impractical looking white dress walks into the café. Shirley sure was fast, was she nearby? As she enters, she quickly spots you, her green eyes fixating on you as she walks over.

She pulls up the chair opposite you and sits down. She looks around awkwardly before she says anything. "So... I suppose you have questions about this morning."

Does she know what happened and about that beast or is she just taking about her early call?

>Write in your questions for Shirley

>>3862899
Do you mean the phone call or the thing that trashed my apartment? I hope to god you mean the phone call.

>>3862899
Assuming she is in fact speaking about the monster
>What was that thing?
>Why did it try to kill me?
>Where is it now?
>How do I make it stop hunting me?
>How do you know about all of this?
>Why didn't you tell me?

>>3862899
This >>3862922 is the right order

>>3862899
"Yeah,what was the important thing you couldn't say over the phone? It was like you were late for something."

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>>3862922
>>3862960
Writing
While I write the update, here's what Shirley roughly looks like. I couldn't find any art that matches the gothic style Castlevania uses for her, so I had to resort to a character creator. Also she's wearing a white dress right now. Not a shirt and jacket.

>>3863067
Ah, so that was you in /qtg/.
It's alright, Shirley a cute.

I'm surprised you didn't find anything on Danbooru though, there's everything there

>>3862899
supporting >>3862922

"Yeah, I do have quite a few questions, actually. But to make sure we're on the same page here. I want you to tell me just what the hell that thing was." She looks you directly in the eye as she answers. "The thing that was after you is called a Flesh Golem they are artificial lifeforms created by alchemists stitching together various parts from corpses and animating them with magic, they are usually created with a focus on strength, though they are generally less effective than most other kinds of Golem. Except the orders they can follow are a little more complicated" She explains to you what that thing was like it's the simplest thing in the world, it sounds like something you'd see in some sort of fantasy novel or horror story. "Flesh Golems? Alchemists?" You echo her words. "What are you talking about? Are you telling me that thing was magical?"

Shirley sighs before nodding "Yes. I'm really not supposed to tell you this, and it's going to sound a little unbelievable, but magic is real." You aren't nearly as surprised as you would've been before this morning, but her revelation still shakes you. "Then, if magic is real, what exactly do these alchemists want with me, why did that thing try to kill me?" You continue your questioning of the girl. It seems she's been living a double life all this time. "I can't really say why they would want to kill you exactly, it's not exactly easy to read the motives of insane magicians y'know?." "I see." it's not the answer you wanted at all, but it will have to suffice for now.

"So this thing, this Flesh Golem, where exactly is it now? Is it still following me? How do I get it to stop?" As you remember the golem, you briefly recall the terrible crunching sound of it's casual elimination of your neighbour, before burying the memory again. "Don't worry. It's dead." What? What does she mean? She couldn't possibly mean to say tha- "Yes. I killed it." It seems she knows exactly what you're thinking. "But how?!" You can't keep your voice down as you express your surprise at her claim. "That thing was invincible!" She smiles "Magic, remember? Those alchemists aren't the only ones that can use it." You frown at her casual response "Right, so how did you use magic to kill it?"

She breaks eye contact, looks at the floor and murmurs something inaudible. "Sorry, but I didn't catch that. How did you kill it, Shirley?" You repeat yourself. "W-well, you might not know this, but Flesh Golems have a weakness to spells of the um... Fire Element." You don't like where she's going with this. "So I uh, might have caused a little bit of damage to your apartment..." her voice fades out. You simply stare at her in response. Not only have you had a man try to murder you and heard the untimely end of your neighbour, but now you're homeless too! You stare at her, doing your best to keep your expression unreadable. "Hey! Don't stare at me like that! I wasn't exactly expecting to be attacked by that Golem!"

"Oh? Then what were you expecting was going to attack me? It's rather coincidental that you called me this morning, I'd say you already knew that I was being targeted by someone." Shirley groans as you say that. "Look, I wanted to avoid having to tell you any of this at all. I was planning on getting to your place before whatever they sent after you did to get you out of there, but they were faster than we anticipated. Sorry." So it's as you suspected, she knew from the start that you were being targeted! She's obviously hiding something from you, though you can't imagine what it could be.

"Well fine. That brings me to my last question anyway. Who exactly are you Shirley? How do you know all of this stuff about magic and the guys targeting me?" A determined look appears on her face. "Oh, me? My name is Shirley Renard! Vampire hunter!" That sounded terribly rehearsed, and you're pretty sure that some other people in the café are now staring at the two of you. You aren't sure what you were supposed to respond to that with, but your complete lack of a reaction to her dramatic introduction certainly wasn't what she expected.

She sighs before explaining herself. "Fine. I work for an international organization dedicated to stopping the world from falling into darkness from the efforts of the supernatural, I'm one of their newer recruits. Is that enough for you?" She finishes her explanation with a question "I guess. But what exactly am I supposed to do now?"

She goes silent for a moment before giving you a response. "It would really be better if you just forgot what happened today and went back to your normal life, my organization can take care of things."

>Agree with Shirley, it's probably for the best you don't get involved.
>Disagree with Shirley, because of her organization's incompetence, you nearly got killed today! You can't bring yourself to just stand by and do nothing!
>Write-in

>>3863222
>>Write-in
"Since when are you into this magic thing? and this organization?"
]
"Were you keeping tabs on me or something? how did you discover they were coming after me?"

and for the response

>I can't go back to normal, my house burned down and a golem murdered my neighbor, what if they keep coming after me? what if that golen wasn't the last? I emptied an entire mag on it and it just got up like it was nothing, how can I even protect myself from something like that? isn't there anything that organization of yours can do?

>>3863222
>Write-in
>I don't have a neighbor anymore. Maybe not even a place to live. I don't think "normal life" is an option.

>>3863222
Supporting >>3863235. Normal isn't a possibility.
Also, please do a line break when the speaker changes. Having an exchange within a paragraph is kind of... unorthodox writing.

>>3863261
Right.
Sorry, I will from now on.
Notepad kept destroying my formatting.

>>3863222
>Disagree
>We literally don't know why it wanted to kill me, and I have a dead neighbor. I can't NOT know.

>>3863263
I suggest using notepad++. It has a lot more formatting options, and will also keep your work automatically saved.

>>3863222
>Disagree with Shirley
>Write-in
"What makes you think the...(incredilous hand wavings) wizards wouldn't try a second time with that...Frankenstein monster of theirs! And me as a target means that I'm a threat to their plans. Plus,my apartment is toasted and most of my stuff is ash now. Maybe you can let me crash at your home until I find new accommodations."

I'm thinking of attaching Castlevania tracks to the updates to help set the mood, when it's relevant.
Yay or nay?

>>3863374
It is one of the all-time great franchise soundtracks, so I'd give that a solid yes.

>>3863374
do it

>>3863374
Do it for appropriate posts. Don't feel obliged to give everything an ost

>>3863374
If you have an appropriate track in mind, go for it.

>>3863374
This better be the theme for at least one Dark Lord Candidate
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVobV96rY0Q

>>3863670
>HAHAHAHAHA!
Damn were Dmitri and Dario disappointingly easy bosses to beat, though at least you couldn't turn Dario into a joke by throwing a bone at him. Menace always felt like a total copout final boss too. Then again, so was Chaos in Aria.

>>3863235
>>3863246
>>3863261
>>3863264
>>3863281
Writing

Look like a wide variety of disagree going on here. But all of it roughly says the same thing in how you want to disagree.
I'll see what I can do.

"No. I can't just go back to a normal life, not after today. I was nearly killed, my neighbour is dead and you've apparently blown my house up." You refuse her. There's no way in hell you're just going to be able to pretend nothing happened today.

"Are you sure? Do you understand just what you're putting yourself up against here, Arthur?" She says in a worried tone.

"I don't need to know much more about them other than the fact that they are trying to kill me and will go to great lengths to achieve their ends. I can't just rely on the protection of an organization I barely know anything about while I wait at home, wondering if the next knock on the door is from somebody trying to kill me." Your mind is set in stone. You're going to get to the bottom of this yourself.

"If that's what you've decided, I suppose I can't change your mind, huh?" Her voice is quiet and she's looking at the ground.

"That's correct, I'm not just going to back away from this.". Though there's one thing that's been gnawing at you, ever since the start of this conversation, and you can't stop yourself from asking it. "Shirley, I want you to tell me one more thing."

"Huh?" The girl looks up at you. You notice her eyes are glistening ever so slightly.

"How long have you been involved with this organization, exactly?." There's not a hint of emotion in your voice.

"W-well, I was trained from birth to be a member of it." She replies in almost a whisper

You decide against pressing her further for information, just that statement alone in conjunction with all the other evidence is enough to tell you she was likely meant to watch over you in particular for some reason. But it looks like pushing her any further would just upset her more, with how she's currently acting she might even start crying. Her failure has apparently hit her pretty hard.

Instead, you just sit there. Thinking of all that has happened in the past hour. You can't help but wonder just who these mysterious Alchemists behind that monster are. What do they want with you? As far as you can tell, you're just a normal 20 year old man. But apparently, there's something about you that makes a magical organization send somebody to keep tags on you and makes alchemists send walking death machines to kill you. It just doesn't add up! Why you?

"Hey, Arthur." Shirley snaps you out of your thoughts. "Have you got anywhere to stay tonight? You can't really go back to your apartment after... well, you know."

>"Yeah, I'm going to ring my aunt and ask if I can stay at her place for a while, though explaining my situation is probably going to be a massive pain"
>"I'll probably just end up staying in a hotel or something."
>"No. I don't think anywhere I can go would be safe if one of those monsters show up in the night, I'll just be putting more people in danger, as well as myself."
>Write-in...

>>3863780
>>"I'll probably just end up staying in a hotel or something."

under a fake name probably

>>3863780
>>"I'll probably just end up staying in a hotel or something."

>>3863780
>"I'll probably just end up staying in a hotel or something."

>>3863780
>"I'll probably just end up staying in a cardboard box or something."

>>3863780
>"Yeah, I'm going to ring my aunt and ask if I can stay at her place for a while, though explaining my situation is probably going to be a massive pain"

This is yet another appearance of the Aunt option. Something tells me she's of a similar nature as Shirley, in that she's privy to things that go bump in the night.

So that means PLOT.

>>3863780
>>"Yeah, I'm going to ring my aunt and ask if I can stay at her place for a while, though explaining my situation is probably going to be a massive pain"

>>3863780
>"I'll probably just end up staying in a hotel or something."

>>3863780
On second thought, as much as I want to go with the >>3864028 option, I have to go with
>"I'll probably just end up staying in a hotel or something."
Rogue Castlevania protag is an interesting angle I don't think I've ever seen before, and the "staying with the relative with connections to things going on" is somewhat overdone

>>3863805
>>3863811
>>3863816
>>3864056
>>3864140
Alright. Hotel it is.

Writing....

"Yeah, I'll probably just end up getting a hotel room for the night." In truth, you hadn't given it much thought. Thankfully, your wallet contains around 300 dollars, so you should be OK for today at least.

"Oh. Well, OK!." Shirley seems to have recovered from whatever was causing her to act so upset earlier. "If you're serious about this, you're probably going to want to get a better weapon than that pistol of yours, you should probably know that bullets won't be all that effective on the sort of things you intend to be going up against."

"Well..." You trail off as you start trying to think of a response, but nothing really comes to mind. If your pistol did so little damage to that thing, then outside of high-calibre machine guns and explosives, you doubt there's anything that could actually kill one of those damn things, and you aren't capable of getting ahold of either.

"I thought so, you do know you can't just run into dangerous situations completely unprepared and expect to come out on top?" Is she scolding you? You haven't even done anything yet! "But," she continues "I might be able to get you something a little more effective. If you ask nicely."

"Fine. Shirley please can you get me something that will kill those things?" It hurts your pride a little to ask her, but between being completely defenceless and not asking for help or having a weapon that actually might work, the latter option wins out. You never were one to look a gift horse in the mouth anyway.

She has an irritatingly smug look on her face as she responds. "Why of course! Seeing as you asked so nicely, I'll see what I can do."

You groan, though at least she's acting like she normally does again. There is another topic you need to bring up, and unfortunately, Shirley is the only one who would know anything about it. "So... These alchemists, do you have any idea where they actually are?"

"We're still tracking their whereabouts, though we believe that they've set themselves up somewhere in the city. They've covered their tracks pretty well too." Her response has a tinge of regret to it. "We should be able to find them and deal with them in the next few days though, which is why I wanted you to just stay out of things. You're just putting yourself in danger for no reason, you know?."

"I already told you that I'm not going to be convinced against going after these guys." You remind her.

"Right, I know, I know. I'm just worried is all." Her concern does seem genuine, but you aren't sure if you can really trust it. This girl has been responsible for monitoring you since she was twelve years old, after all, so she probably has an ulterior motive behind not wanting you involved.

You finish your coffee and put the empty cup down on the table. Checking your phone, you see that the time is 8:40 AM. You should probably get going, today is going to be quite a busy day, what with all the preparation to stop whatever evil wizard that is apparently after you that you're going to have to do.

You step out of the café, Shirley following close behind. You've got a lot to do, but you're going to need to decide what you're going to do first

>Head back to your apartment to see if there's anything salvageable there
>Go find a hotel to book a room at.
>Ask Shirley if you can go get that weapon she was talking about with her
>Ask Shirley something else (what?)
>Write-In

>>3864217
>Ask Shirley something else (what?)
"So, why have you guys been monitoring me all this time?"
she was smug and annoting so we can afford to be blunt with her

then we

>Head back to your apartment to see if there's anything salvageable there
and to talk with any police that might arrive, don't want to be seen as we fled the scene or something

>>3864217
>Go find a hotel to book a room at.
Best to do it early so we land a decent affordable one.
>Ask Shirley something else (what?)
If maybe she can go salvage stuff from your apartment. Important papers, documents, stuff you need to not get arrested on top of attempted murder by flesh golem. Oh, and that one really old playing card one of your youngest cousins gave you from their attic. Ace of Diamonds, but an interesting design you certainly wouldn't see in any deck. But he insisted you have it because it looks cool, and who were you to say no when he made that face at you? So you took it with you all the way here.

>>3864217
>Head back to your apartment to see if there's anything salvageable there

>>3864217
>Head back to your apartment to see if there's anything salvageable there
>So did you just lose your shot at being my knight in shining armor?

>>3864220
+1

>>3864217
Supporting >>3864220

>>3864217
Supporting>>3864223

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So wait, he just saw some patchwork monster murder his neighbour and smash his shit and his first reaction is to go after the people that made it, knowing full well they have more of them available, along with whatever else. Furthermore, his supposed friend turns out to be some operative of whatever organisation and claims to be able to throw fireballs? And instead of going WTF he just says "huh"?

Wat

>>3864563
Well it's either that or I make him sperge out for like 7 updates.

Besides, Soma also really quickly accepts the reality of magic and skeletons and shit in Aria too, shortly before running off to kill everything in the castle with nothing but a pocket knife and a fancy jacket, so it's not like there's not a precedent to follow for surprisingly quick adaptations of seemingly normal people to bizzare circumstances in universe.

>>3864574
But it was a really flash jacket. Anyone who wears it is automatically 3000% more likely to get into fights in Japan.

>>3864563
to be fair,he is a videogame protag.
your choice is his choice

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>>3864579
Ok that's fair, it is a cool jacket.

I bet Alucard wishes his fashion sense was half as good as Soma's is.

>>3864588
Pah! Alucard has much better fashion sense. What kind of person wears a full-length coat directly over a turtleneck?

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>>3864599
The kind of person that forgets to bring his Positron Rifle or any actual useful weapon to dismantle an evil cult and travels all the way to their base in the middle of god knows where with nothing but a pocket knife to stab things.
Again.
It wasn't even his pocket knife that time, either.

I think Soma might just be stupid.

I'll amend my statement then.
I bet Alucard wishes he had a coat as cool as Soma's.

>>3864381
>>3864224
>>3864220
Oh and
Writing...

>>3864609
>It wasn't even his pocket knife that time, either.
Speaking of that, was that all Alucard had on him at the moment? Seriously, a shitty knife?

>>3864625
It kind of feels like Alucard acts like as much of a dick to Soma as he thinks he can get away with sometimes.

It's a weird relationship with those two.

Reminder that alucard went fully armed to the castle but fucking death stripped him bare

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>>3864631
>It kind of feels like Alucard acts like as much of a dick to Soma as he thinks he can get away with sometimes.
Soma IS technically Dracula, so maybe it's him feeling a petty sense of revenge over his daddy. Speaking of that shit, Soma is actually the reincarnation of Mathias Cronqvist from Lament of Innocence, the man who would canonically go on to become Dracula.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIvkKw4EtCU
Look at this guy. Listen to his speech and shit and you tell me he doesn't have a Soma vibe going on with him. That painting of him in Soma's final boss room in Julius Mode even cements it. That there's an Alchemy Lab and repeated science-themed zones in Castlevania might be a leftover of Mathias' original career as an alchemist.

>>3864682
HE EVEN HAS A FUCKING BLACK FUR COAT IN THAT FUCKING SCENE, AND SOMA HAS A WHITE FUR JACKET >>3864588
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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"I'm going to go check out my apartment then, or what's left of it, that is. I'm going to try seeing if there's anything salvageable left." There's a part of you that is concerned about the safety of such an action, but seeing as Shirley makes no effort to stop you, it's probably fine, right? As you begin to take the route back to your apartment, you turn to Shirley once more. "So, why did your organization have you monitor me for so long, anyway?" With how evasive she's been you doubt she'll give you a straight answer now, but you may as well try your luck.

Shirley sighs. "You probably won't believe this, but I was never really told. All they told me was that it would be 'dangerous' if you were ever 'to fall into the wrong hands' but everything else was kept top secret" She replies before spinning on her heel "I'll see you later, Arthur!" She calls as she runs off to God only knows where, you consider following her to see where she goes for a moment before thinking better of it.

You begin the short walk back to your apartment, explaining this to the police is going to be horrible, you can't even begin to think how you're going to get out of this one.

Strangely, as you approach the apartment building once more, all seems normal. There are no police officers swarming the building, and there isn't some raging inferno consuming it either. It's really off-putting, that something so terrible could occur, and nobody around even seems to have noticed it. You consider going back up through the fire escape, but decide that if there is an investigation going on in your apartment building, suddenly leaping through a broken window is going to be quite the bad look. You brace yourself for the worst as you push open the front door to the complex.

It's totally silent. It feels like there isn't a single noise throughout the entire building. The silence is eerie. Shaking off a feeling of oncoming dread, you ascend to the first floor, your footsteps echoing around the stairwell as you ascend the steps.

You reach the first floor and there's still nothing to indicate any signs of life in the building, you even poke your head into the corridor for a moment in an attempt to hear somebody getting ready. Nothing.

You go back to trudging up the stairs, it's the same story for the rest of the floors. When you reach floor 4, you consider shouting out to see if anybody would respond, but you decide against it at the last minute.

Then, you find yourself at the door to the fifth floor. You draw your pistol, making sure to reload it. Steeling your nerves you push on the door, expecting it to swing open as it has done hundreds of times for you in the past. Except the door doesn't give way, in fact, it doesn't even budge slightly.
Is it locked? You start looking for the lock on the door. You're not quite sure who locked the damn thing, but you're getting past this obstacle one way or another.

Then you remember something.

This door doesn't actually have a lock.

>Get out now. Call Shirley again as soon as you're clear of the apartment.
>Try to kick the door down.
>Leave the apartment and go back in through the fire escape
>Write-in.

>>3864772
>>Try to kick the door down.

>>3864772
>>Try to kick the door down.
if it doesn't work

>>Leave the apartment and go back in through the fire escape

>>3864769
>Leave the apartment and go back in through the fire escape

>>3864772
>Try to kick the door down.
What is behind door number 2?

>>3864588
>>3864682
Huh.
Both of them are wearing turtlenecks.

>>3864682
For having such nice art, Lament of Innocence was such a goddamn shit show.

>>3864772
>Get out now. Call Shirley again as soon as you're clear of the apartment.
it's going to be reaaaaally awkward if Shirley just forgot she placed an illusion on the whole thing.

>>3864772
This >>3864801

>>3864769
>Get out now. Call Shirley again as soon as you're clear of the apartment.

>trying to kick down the magically sealed door
Ok.

d20 Bo3.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3865242
Hey if divekicks and slides work in Castlevania, I don't see why doorkicks can't. Here, watch THIS

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3865242

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3865242

>>3865247
Nice save, anon.

Writing...

>Rolled 19.

You take a breath. Whatever is jamming this door shut, you aren't going to let stop you from getting to your apartment, you've had quite enough of these magical types interfering with your life already, and after everything else they've done, having the audacity to lock you out of your own home is just about enough to cause you to lose your temper.

In a rage, you slam your foot against the centre of the door hoping to smash it off it's hinges. Nothing happens, there isn't even a sound from the impact. It's almost like the door completely absorbed the force of the blow. This unexpected result does naught but fuel your anger further. You kick the door again, there's still no visible reaction as the flimsy looking door once again remains completely unaffected by your strongest kick.

Perhaps it's hopeless. Whatever is sealing this door shut, it's clearly not going to break from just being kicked. In resignation, you give the infuriating door one last feeble kick.

There's still no sound, but as you go to walk away to try the fire escape you notice something strange going on with the door.

Your last kick wasn't quite as ineffective as you assumed it would be. There are multiple fractures beginning to slowly spread through the door from the point of impact. Perhaps there was a weak point to whatever was keeping it shut and you simply got lucky?

As you watch the fractures slowly grow, purple light begins emanating from the newly formed cracks in the door. Growing brighter as the fissures in the wood spread further. Then, before you can react, there's a flash of bright light as the door explodes inwards.

You cover your eyes as shards of wood burst into the hallway in front of you, the larger fragments burying themselves in the walls and floor of the corridor.

Whatever just happened, the door blocking your path is no longer an issue. Your eyes slowly adjust to the after-effects of the blinding flash, and it's not long until you finally get a look at the corridor. The first thing you notice is the surprising absence of Mr. Spencer's body. You were fully expecting and had prepared yourself mentally for the gruesome sight of your neighbour's mutilated corpse, yet there's no sign of his body anywhere, in fact there isn't even any blood. You suppose that Shirley must have taken care of the body somehow, rather than just leaving it to be discovered by the next person. You feel a strange relief, which makes you shudder slightly, considering the morbid topic. You make a mental note to ask Shirley about what happened later.

The next thing you notice is that your front door, despite you seeing it being completely destroyed just an hour ago, is strangely intact. You approach the anomalously repaired door and grab the handle, only for your open hand to pass straight through it. An illusion? Something that would have seemed like an impossibility yesterday is now the first thing to come to mind. You aren't sure what you'll find on the other side of the false door but you aren't going to let uncertainty stop you.

You walk through the door and the first thing you notice is a huge circular burn mark centred in the middle of the room that nearly reaches the walls. Shirley apparently wasn't joking when she mentioned a fire spell. Taking in the sight of your ruined apartment, you see that your living room is almost totally destroyed, there's likely nothing that survived damage in here. You move towards your bedroom, sticking near the walls in case the burnt floor is unstable, the last thing you need right now is to plummet into the room below you. the entrance to your room is smashed from where that Flesh Golem tried to follow you during your escape, but the room itself is in roughly the same condition you left it in.

"So. You're the one that everyone is so interested in, are you?" A spectral, echoing voice fills the room. You jump in surprise, looking around for the source of the voice.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" Whoever this voice belongs to, they don't seem to be actively trying to kill you. Though you keep your pistol readied, you certainly aren't about to let your guard down now you know you aren't alone.

"You certainly are quite the brave one, aren't you? Coming back to a scene of such carnage so quickly after you escaped from it." The voice takes on a mocking tone. "But I've seen enough to find out what I wanted to know now. We'll meet again, Arthur." Just like that, the atmosphere of the apartment feels less oppressive as the speaker's presence fades.

You exhale as you sit on your bed. You came here for a reason though, so you don't delay for too long.

>Call Shirley now, you really should tell her what just happened.
>Call Shirley later, whatever that thing was, it didn't seem like an imminent threat
And
>Look through your wardrobe for clothing, especially a jacket, you never got the chance to pick one up before you fled your home.
>Look around the room in general to see if you can find anything that might come in useful, you should have a box of bullets lying around somewhere.
>Look underneath your bed, you kept a decent amount of money hidden under there, you're pretty sure.
>Write-In

>>3865376
>Look underneath your bed, you kept a decent amount of money hidden under there, you're pretty sure.
>Call Shirley later, whatever that thing was, it didn't seem like an imminent threat

>>3865376
>Call Shirley now, you really should tell her what just happened.
>Look through your wardrobe for clothing, especially a jacket, you never got the chance to pick one up before you fled your home.
>Look around the room in general to see if you can find anything that might come in useful, you should have a box of bullets lying around somewhere.
>Look underneath your bed, you kept a decent amount of money hidden under there, you're pretty sure.

Find our luggage bag,we should have one sinced we moved in. Stuff all our possesions in it,food,water,our laptop(if we had any),more clothes and cellphone charger.
Break open that secret wall where we hid our emergency chicken dinner and christmas fruitcake.

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>>3865381

>>3865376
>Call Shirley later, whatever that thing was, it didn't seem like an imminent threat

>>3865376
>>Call Shirley now, you really should tell her what just happened.
Talk and walk
>Look through your wardrobe for clothing, especially a jacket, you never got the chance to pick one up before you fled your home.

>>3865376
>Call Shirley now, you really should tell her what just happened.
>Look through your wardrobe for clothing, especially a jacket, you never got the chance to pick one up before you fled your home.
>Look around the room in general to see if you can find anything that might come in useful, you should have a box of bullets lying around somewhere.
>Look underneath your bed, you kept a decent amount of money hidden under there, you're pretty sure.

>>3865376
>>Call Shirley now, you really should tell her what just happened.
>>Look through your wardrobe for clothing, especially a jacket, you never got the chance to pick one up before you fled your home.
>>Look around the room in general to see if you can find anything that might come in useful, you should have a box of bullets lying around somewhere.
>>Look underneath your bed, you kept a decent amount of money hidden under there, you're pretty sure.
Do everything.

Seeing as you'll probably be changing clothes (or at least putting on a jacket.) shortly, feel free to suggest outfits if you want.

Also I should mention for reference that Arthur has black hair and blue eyes.
That said, I am having great difficulty getting an image I'm happy with for him.

>>3865491
nothing too edgy please, just a regular dark brown jacket should be good

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>>3865491
Jeans, white t-shirt, brown leather bomber jacket with a fur collar.

>>3865496
Is everyone OK with this for now then?
I mean, you can always change later if you feel the need to.

>>3865491
I know what you mean. I just tried having a look for art, and it's really striking how limited danbooru's collection of male portraits is compared to female.
>>3865496
I don't have a suggestion yet, but I object strongly to the Terry Bogard look.

>>3865665
If it's cold enough that we need a jacket, what about a black wool topcoat, white button-down shirt, and houndstooth grey slacks? Should go well with the hair and eye-color combo provided, and it has enough of a hint of goth to work for Castlevania.

>>3865688
That's too yuppie.

>>3865496
I like it without the furs, if blood gets on it it will be hell to clean

>>3865699
I'm fine without the furs, I just like the fur because it fits the Aria style.

>>3865694
We're some kind of potential heir to Dracula, yuppie is more appropriate than biker.
Plus, we're not originally from America. Brown leather jacket+jeans is a total American stereotype. It's odd.

>>3865688
I'll go with this.

>>3865757
>We're some kind of potential heir to Dracula
The QM hasn't said anything about that.

>yuppie is more appropriate than biker.
Not really. Dracula is more cape and cravat, he also really like robes. A long coat would be most appropriate, but then we start aping on Soma.
Brown leather jacket and jeans seems to fit him more then yuppie, since our first reaction to things seems to be shoot the monster/kick down the door/be action-y.

Well, I didn't want anything pretentious or edgy for starter so the brown jacket is ok for me

>>3865781
>The QM hasn't said anything about that.
He laid out the premise of the quest in the QTG before running it as being a quest where the protagonist is a "dark lord candidate" which sounds more like an heir to Dracula than anything else to me.

>>3865791
>QTG
Did you ever think that not everyone goes into that mess of a circle jerk and you've honestly ruined a pretty decent twist by shouting about it.

>>3865781
>since our first reaction to things seems to be shoot the monster/kick down the door/be action-y.
That's probably going to end up getting you killed eventually, you know. You should probably stop doing that.

As for your personality when it comes to your clothing, it could go either way. It's certainly not impossible for Arthur to have more stereotypically American clothing as he's lived in the country for all of his teenage life, though his default choice of clothing was simply a dress shirt and black suit trousers, though he did intend to attend university this morning.

>>3865791
Not everyone uses the /qtg/ though.
Ah well, It's not like it really matters.
It's pretty easy to connect the dots as to what you're playing as, if I'm being honest.

I can now however reveal that Arthur's birthday is August 11th 1999.

>>3865805
>I can now however reveal that Arthur's birthday is August 11th 1999.
See, that would have been cool to find out in game.

>>3865805
>That's probably going to end up getting you killed eventually, you know. You should probably stop doing that.

You do realize now that you've said that the dice will conspire to let us get away with a serially escalating series of incredibly dangerous and irresponsible choices, right?

>>3865816
We're gonna meet up with Shirley in like a week and be ripped as shit with a Richter style headband and the sleeves torn off our shirt.

>>3865381
>>3865400
>>3865485
>literally do everything
...
Alright then.
Writing.

>>3865824
>ruining a perfectly good shirt
Next you'll tell me Ryu's gi is great fashion.

>>3865843
We'll sort out the clothing situation when there's a proper consensus, for now you'll just grab a generic black jacket, don't want to delay the update any further

>>3865857
Hey, man. The sleeves exploded off by themselves once we got swole. Like how the headband appeared by itself.

As you get up to start searching around your room for anything that might come in useful, you figure it would probably be a good idea to tell Shirley about the locked door and your encounter with that strange voice before anything else. You pull your phone out of your pocket and quickly dial her. She picks up after the first few rings

"Oh, Arthur. Is everything OK on your end?" She sounds kind of wary.

"Well, mostly." you quickly respond to her question

"What's wrong, Arthur? Did anything happen over there? I did set up a temporary barrier to prevent them from just sending another monster after I left." Huh? A barrier? Then was she the one who locked the door?

"Well. You could've told me that you set up a barrier. It's not nice locking doors like that, Shirley." You try to hide your annoyance at her short-sightedness by taking on a slightly patronizing attitude instead of raising your voice.

There's a good few seconds of silence before she formulates a response. "Sorry, what?"

"What do you mean 'what'? You locked the door from the stairwell, didn't you?" Now you're just as confused as she is. This conversation already feels like a disaster and you haven't even brought up the mysterious presence to her yet.

"No... I set up a magical barrier around the apartment building to ward off evil, what are you talking about?" She takes an inquisitive tone as she begins to question you.

"Well... For some reason, when I tried to open the door to my apartment's floor. It wouldn't open. I think it was some kind of magic, because when I kicked it, it exploded." You explain yourself.

There's an even longer silence this time.

"Shirley? Are you still there?" Did you get disconnected?

You hear a sigh some distance away from the receiver. "Yes Arthur. So, what happened after you kicked an exploding door?" She continues her questioning, all the energy she normally speaks with seems to have drained away from her.

"Right, so after the door exploded, I walked through the door to my place and found that my living room was totally ruined but disregarding the destruction of my house for a moment, the reason for me calling you happened after I reached my room."

"And what was this reason, Arthur?" She states in an emotionless, robotic fashion.

"Well, I'm hoping you could tell me what it was, but there was this strange presence that started talking to me, like some sort of strange disembodied voice. But it didn't really talk all that much, It said it had found what it wanted to know and that we would meet again before vanishing."

"I really can't leave you alone for 10 minutes before you manage to run into some sort of trouble, can I?" She sounds more annoyed than anything else. "Look, just meet me at the coffee shop when you're done with whatever you went to your apartment to do and we'll talk there. Oh, and try not to run into any werewolves while you're at it. See you later." She hangs up.

Right, now that's out of the way, you can finally look through your room and pack what's left of your things.

You grab a luggage bag from under your bed, making sure to grab your hidden wedge of cash when you do. Flicking through it shows there's around 2000 dollars altogether. Well if there ever was a rainy day, this would be it.

Pocketing the wedge you open your wardrobe. After a few moments of deliberation you pack a few changes of clothes, It's unlikely you'll be coming back here again any time soon. You also grab a black jacket to wear for now, the weather is still quite cold, after all.

After packing your bags, you start searching through your room for anything else that might be of some use. You find the extra bullet box you bought months ago hidden behind a textbook, as well as a flash-light that had rolled underneath the wardrobe.

Satisfied with your efforts, you grab the luggage handle and start walking out of the apartment.

>Head back to the café, Shirley did ask you to go back as soon as you were finished
>Put off going back to the café for now, you still need to sort your accommodations for tonight out
>Write-In

>>3866128
>>Head back to the café, Shirley did ask you to go back as soon as you were finished

>>3866128
>Head back to the café, Shirley did ask you to go back as soon as you were finished

That's that. Hope we didn't forget our phonecharger and the hidden roast chicken we kept inside the walls of our apartment.

>>3866128
>Head back to the café, Shirley did ask you to go back as soon as you were finished

Shirley better get used to more "Kicking the exploding door" moments from here on out. Also, that's a really weakass anti-evil barrier if it can't even keep out a simple ominous foreshadowing voice.

>>3866128
>>Head back to the café, Shirley did ask you to go back as soon as you were finished
She sure is patronizing for someone springing a bunch of bullshit on somebody then fucking off and not being responsible.

>>3866156
I'm fairly sure she didn't expect us to go right back to where we just got attacked by a murder golem and then kick through a magic sealing barrier.

>>3866173
A barrier she apparently didn't put up. And she doesn't even have the decency to sound concerned.

>>3866200
She did say she set up a magical barrier.

>I set up a magical barrier around the apartment building to ward off evil

>>3866207
Yeah around the apartment building. Not in it.

>>3866211
"Apartment Building" might have been a mistake, since her job is to keep people out of the apartment that had magic shit in it.

>>3866217
Makes sense. I guess I'm just autistic. RIP

>>3866223
Eh, it never hurts to look into stuff and you might be right too. We won't know for sure unless QM says something.

>>3866217
>>3866211
She mentioned putting up a barrier around the building to ward off monsters, she denied magically locking any doors though. So she's either lying or it was somebody else's handiwork.

As for keeping people out of your apartment, there was that illusion.

>>3866240
Oh, I guess you are right. >>3866223

Well, that gives us another mystery. Figuring out who put that barrier up on our door.

>>3866242
>[shadowrunning intensifies]

>>3866128
>Head back to the café, Shirley did ask you to go back as soon as you were finished
Hotels will still be open at night.

I should note that I might not be able to get an update out today.
I'll see what I can do though.

Your journey back outside of the apartment block is uneventful, when you open the door to the fourth floor just to check, you hear the tell-tale sounds of people preparing for the coming day. The silence that greeted you before is gone. Whatever was causing the eeirie quiet is gone now. You decide to make haste anyway, you did leave quite a mess on the Fifth Floor which you would rather not have to explain to any concerned residents.

As you step out of the building, you once again find yourself on the somewhat empty road you're so familiar with. You decide it would probably be for the best if you go back to the café as soon as possible. While you might still need to arrange accommodations, it's hardly a pressing issue, and you can't think of anything else you might want to do.

You think back to what that voice said as you begin the walk back to Haven Café. You don't know what it wanted to find out from you, but whatever it was after, it seemed to have been satisfied.

Then there was that magically locked door. Was the voice responsible for that? Why? What could it have been doing in your apartment anyway? It just doesn't add up. You're really hoping Shirley can shed some light on your questions.

As you turn a corner, you are snapped out of your musings as you spot something fairly unusual. There's a dark-haired girl standing statue still in the middle of the road on the otherwise empty street. She looks a couple of years younger than you and is wearing a cheap looking blank white t-shirt and jeans.

She isn't moving at all and seems to be in some sort of daze, simply staring blankly into space. There aren't any cars in sight right now, but leaving this girl just standing there is clearly an accident waiting to happen.

"Hey!" You call out to the girl, though if she can hear you, she doesn't make any sign of it, as she continues staring at nothing in particular with glazed over dark purple eyes.

>Walk up to the girl, take her by the hand and walk her to the sidewalk.
>Walk up to the girl, grab her by the arm and drag her from the middle of the road.
>Call out to the girl again, perhaps she just didn't hear you?
>Ignore the girl, if she wants to be a public nuisance and put her own life in danger, that's her choice.
>Write-in.

>>3867360
>>Walk up to the girl, grab her by the arm and drag her from the middle of the road.

>>3867360
>Walk up to the girl, grab her by the arm and drag her from the middle of the road.
Don't just stand there and get hit by a car, dumbass! If you're gonna trance yourself into a stupor, do it someplace safe!

>>3867360
>Walk up to the girl, grab her by the arm and drag her from the middle of the road.

>>3867360
>>Walk up to the girl, grab her by the arm and drag her from the middle of the road.
Fucking druggies, man. Just drop acid in your house not the street. Jesus.

>>3867360
>>Walk up to the girl, grab her by the arm and drag her from the middle of the road.
>>Write-in.
Be on guard just in case she's some sort of werewolf and/or dracula.

>>3867360
>Walk up to the girl, take her by the hand and walk her to the sidewalk.

>>3861457
Haha indeed :)

>>3867360
>Walk up to the girl, take her by the hand and walk her to the sidewalk.
doing it for the lolz and plot.

>forcibly drag the girl away from the middle of the road
And who says chivalry is dead?
Writing...

>>3868155
Could you please explain to me the proper etiquette for removing a heroin addict from the road?

>>3868291
You need to force them to eat a bowl full of eggs.

>>3868291
Taking her by the hand, of course.

You need to get this girl out of the street as soon as possible. Whatever her problem is, you can't just leave her standing in the middle of the road with a clear conscience, it's just too dangerous.

You march up to the girl, but there's still no visible reaction to your presence at all. It's like she doesn't notice you at all.
This girl is getting on your nerves now, as your concern slowly begins to give way to irritation, you grab her left arm with the intent to drag her away from the middle of the road.

Though as you grab her, she lets out a surprised yelp. Slumping forward towards you as you pull her, her surprisingly light body going limp as she collapses into your arms. Did she seriously just faint?
Great. You really could've done without this today.

But now you know that you really can't just leave this girl alone, you're not sure what kind of condition she has or whether she's under the influence of some drug, but leaving her collapsed here would be too cruel. You sigh as you place one of your arms around her back and your other around the back of her knees before hoisting her into a princess carry. As you hold her, you notice that she does seem to be breathing OK, so it's hopefully nothing serious.

You're just glad this street is empty right now, otherwise you'd be getting quite a few suspicious looks.

You quickly carry her to the side of the road. It's lucky there's a bench nearby for you to set her down in, otherwise who knows how long you would have had to have maintained this frankly awkward situation with an unconscious, unknown girl. You watch the girl for a few minutes after carefully placing her on the bench. Just as you decide it would likely be wise to call an ambulance, the girl begins to stir.

Her eyes blink open and she stares directly at you. You suppose that's an improvement over staring into nothing, but it's rather unnerving.

"Are you OK?" You take the initiative to ask the girl. "You fainted in the middle of the street. Do you need to be taken to a hospital?"

The girl stares at you for a moment, unblinking. Then she simply shakes her head at you. How strange. Is she a mute or something? She seemed to understand you well enough.

While the girl and her non-vocal response are odd, you decide that now you've determined that she's probably fine, you should get going yourself. You turn your back to the girl, continuing your walk back to the café.

The remainder of your walk is uneventful. But as you reach your destination, you spot something quickly moving out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head slightly to see the girl clumsily trying to hide behind a tree.
Her behaviour has ascended beyond merely being "odd" and would now be more accurately described as "bizzare".

>Ignore the strange girl and simply head into the café.
>Walk over to the girl, try to find out what she wants.
>Call out to the girl, see if you can get her to come out of hiding.
>Write-In...

>>3868466
>>Call out to the girl, see if you can get her to come out of hiding.
>>Write-In...
Since we're already at bizarre, might as well pose at her.

>>3868466
>>Ignore the strange girl and simply head into the café.

>>3868466
>>Call out to the girl, see if you can get her to come out of hiding.

if she doesn't come we

>Walk over to the girl, try to find out what she wants.

>>3868466
>Walk over to the girl, try to find out what she wants.

>>3868466
>Walk over to the girl, try to find out what she wants.
are you ok retard?

>>3868466
Call the police&medical services since this smells like a real heroin move right there.

>>3868466
>Call out to the girl, see if you can get her to come out of hiding.
If she doesn't come out,
>Walk over to the girl, try to find out what she wants.

>>3868466
>Call out to the girl, see if you can get her to come out of hiding.
If not responsive...
>Walk over to the girl, try to find out what she wants.

Looks like calling out to the girl and then if she doesn't respond walking over to her takes it to me.
Writing...

You turn around slowly, pretending not to notice the girl as you do. She's trying to further hide behind the tree to avoid your gaze, though she doesn't seem to notice her long black hair gently blowing in the wind is totally ruining any attempt to hide. She really isn't very good at this.

"You know I can see you behind there, right?" You speak while facing the tree. Just what is this girl's deal anyway?

For a moment, there isn't any reaction from the girl. But after a few moments pass, she peeks her head out from behind the tree, only to find you staring directly at her.

The girl just keeps staring at you with a shocked expression, like a deer caught in the headlights.

You shake you head, breaking the eye contact. "Look, I don't know what you want, but there's no need to be so secretive. You're pretty bad at hiding anyway."

The strange girl seems to regain her composure after you say that. She slowly comes out from behind the tree and begins walking towards you.

You briefly consider asking what her name is. Though you manage to stop yourself before you make yourself look like a fool. Though you can't exactly say nothing to the girl now standing only a few feet away. "So... what do you actually want anyway?" You settle on asking her a question that you hope she can answer without having to talk.

The girl quickly looks around before briefly frowning and pointing at the café behind you. Well, it's pretty obvious from her worried glances around the street that she probably doesn't want a coffee, you wonder why she seems so distressed though.

You oblige her request, turning around and walking to the entrance. The girl follows closely behind you as you push open the door. You glance around the inside of the café. Hm, you figured that Shirley would've been waiting for you here. She must have gotten held up somehow.

You take a seat and the girl follows your lead, sitting opposite to you. You look at the menu for a moment before a flash of inspiration strikes you. "This might sound a little rude, but can you read?"

The girl nods in affirmation, though the look on her face shows that your question has quite clearly confused her.

"Excellent! Then I think I've got an idea." You pull a pen from one of your jacket's pockets and quickly scribble the alphabet down on a napkin. "Here, with this, I can actually kind of talk to you. Just point to the letters." You tell her, handing her the napkin.

She quickly points to the "O" before pointing at the "K".
For the first time since you met her, she has a faint smile on her face.

>Write-in questions you want to ask the girl
>Write-in...

>>3869358
>>Write-in questions you want to ask the girl

What's your name... then we present ourselves

what were you doing standing on the middle of the street?
why did you follow me?
where do you live?
what do you want to do?
and so on and so forth

>>3869358
>>Write-in...
Drop spaghetti all over the floor. Try to pick it up.

>>3869397
Supporting this.

>>3869410
But we didn't bring any spaghetti. We left it at our apartment along with our bowl of eggs.

>>3869410
>dropping spaghetti over someone so high they forgot how to speak
Don't smoke crack, kids.

>>3869358
Let's go with >>3869397

>>3869358
>Write-in
'Need anything to eat and drink?'
'I have a friend coming to meet me.Maybe she can help you.'
I missed the chance to shitpost on QM that the girl gave out a loud scream and people with cameras appeared out of nowhere and start beating on us.
Turns out she is a bait laid by liberal media to catch white males and sue them for sexual assault.

>>3869358
> y u no speak
>y u follow me
>what u want

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>>3869397
Looks like this takes it.
In the meantime, I managed to get something I'm sort of happy with for the mute girl.
Oh, and
Writing...

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"Alright then. I've got a few questions for you." The girl nods at you, looks like she's agreeing to answer your questions. "But first off, I suppose introductions are in order, my name is Arthur, and yours?"

The girl seems to think for a moment before pointing to the letters that make out "THERESIA".

"Theresia, huh?" She smiles again as she nods. "Well then Theresia, I need to ask. Why exactly were you just standing there in the middle of the road?

Theresia seems lost in thought for a moment while she considers her response. Finally she comes to a decision and points out "WISHING" on the napkin.

She can't be serious. "Wishing? Wishing for what?" Does she not understand that she was putting herself in danger by zoning out like that?

"FOR" a pause indicates the end of the word. "HELP" comes her next response.

You frown at her response, this girl is just making less and less sense. "If you needed help then why did you follow a complete stranger?"

Theresia has a strangely satisfied expression on her face as she points out her next response, "YOU HELPED".

Huh? She decided to follow you just because you moved her out of the road? What the hell is wrong with this girl? Does she really think that counts as you accepting to just help her in general? You're almost definitely going to regret asking her this, but you can't stop yourself, "Why do you need help?"

She nervously looks around the room before hanging her head and pointing out "CHASED".
You should have expected something like this, honestly. Especially with how she's been sneakily glancing around at the few other customers in the café every so often.

"Yeah, I think after today I can sort of understand what that's like." Theresia looks up at you, apparently confused by your response, but you quickly change the topic. "I take it you don't have anywhere to go then?" Theresia nods. "What about family?"

A scowl appears on the usually expressionless girl's face. At your mention of "family" her hands ball into tight fists and you swear you can hear her teeth grinding together. Then the angry reaction fades away as quickly as it occurred. She shakes her head, trying to ignore her own silent outburst.
Man, and you thought you had family issues
"So, what are you going to do now? You surely must have some sort of plan" though before the girl can answer you, you hear a loud familiar cough coming from directly behind you, you didn't even hear her approach.

You turn your head as slowly as you can in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable.

You find yourself looking up at a fairly annoyed looking girl. "So Arthur, who's the girl? Do you really think it's a good time for this?" Of course. Knowing Shirley, she probably thinks this is some sort of date, or that you're trying to pick up girls. She's always been quick to assume stuff like that, although she's usually wrong about it. Though you suppose you technically did pick Theresia up, albeit in the more literal sense.

>"Ah! Shirley! This isn't what it looks like, Theresia here collapsed in the street when nobody else was around so I decided to help her".
>"It's not a date or whatever you think it is, this is Theresia, she... kind of followed me here after she fainted earlier. Why are you so late anyway? Didn't you tell me to meet you here?"
>"I'll do what I like, Shirley. You're mistaken anyway. This here is Theresia. I met her on the way back here and helped her out after she fainted. I'd ask her to introduce herself, but she can't speak."
>Write-in

>>3870722
>>"It's not a date or whatever you think it is, this is Theresia, she... kind of followed me here after she fainted earlier. Why are you so late anyway? Didn't you tell me to meet you here?"

>>3870721
>Write-in
"Right on time Shirley! I need someone I can trust this girl to.She claims to have been chased and followed me after I dragged her from being roadkill. She can write you the story. Anyhow,what do you make of the new intruder in my apartment?"

>>3870722

>"It's not a date or whatever you think it is, this is Theresia, she... kind of followed me here after she fainted earlier. Why are you so late anyway? Didn't you tell me to meet you here?"

She is being chased, we should learn more about that, we will probably have to take her to that hotel with us

>>3870742
>take her to that hotel with us
cough cough

>>3870745
Twin beds anon! Twin beds! Its not like I was planning anything....

>>3870738
This

>>3870752
>Twin beds
wheezing cough

>>3870722

>"It's not a date or whatever you think it is, this is Theresia, she... kind of followed me here after she fainted earlier. Why are you so late anyway? Didn't you tell me to meet you here?"

>>3870722
>"I'll do what I like, Shirley. You're mistaken anyway. This here is Theresia. I met her on the way back here and helped her out after she fainted. I'd ask her to introduce herself, but she can't speak."
>I grabbed her from the middle of the road, that means she has my scent and now her parents will never take her back

>>3870722
>"It's not a date or whatever you think it is, this is Theresia, she... kind of followed me here after she fainted earlier. Why are you so late anyway? Didn't you tell me to meet you here?"

>>3870722
>"It's not a date or whatever you think it is, this is Theresia, she... kind of followed me here after she fainted earlier. Why are you so late anyway? Didn't you tell me to meet you here?"
I wonder what would happen if we carried the silent mystery waif we literally picked up off the street to our hotel room.

>>3870904
110% stink eyes from everybody

>>3871579
At least she'd be able to finally talk, albeit in the form of moans and screams, right? At least the hotel rooms are soundproofed, right? At least there'd be one good thing out of this supernatural shit Arthur whatshisname is stuck in, right?

>>3871595
>Arthur whatshisname
Yeah I really need to reveal that soon.
It's just that it would feel off to have him remind himself of his full name or suddenly blurt it out in casual conversation.
Doesn't help in that he sort of dislikes his direct family so avoids using his last name under normal circumstances.

It's a conundrum, honestly.

>>3871641
we'll probably have to give our id when we check in right?

>>3870736
>>3870742
>>3870762
>>3870773
>>3870904
>Writing

"It's not a date or whatever you think this is." You quickly attempt to clear things up by denying her assumption immediately. "This is Theresia, she... kind of followed me here of her own accord after she fainted earlier. But why are you so late anyway? Didn't you tell me to meet you here?" Honestly, this girl really is terrible at keeping a schedule, isn't she?

"Oh, I see, that's" she pauses for a moment "fine. Also about my being late, there's no reason really. I just had to go clean up a mess somebody else made. Again." Wow, she sounds even more annoyed now. It's probably better if you don't push her for more info on this particular subject, lest it's somehow related to you. She seems really irritable today, unlike how she usually is. Is this her true personality, or is it just that she's still upset about her failure earlier this morning?

Regardless you shouldn't really dwell on it, it's not like it matters all too much whether she was on time or not and you weren't just sitting and waiting for her to show up.

"Well anyway, Arthur, we've got a few things to discuss haven't we?" She looks to Theresia, her eyes narrowing as she does. "Privately."

If Theresia caught her meaning, she doesn't show it, making no effort to move from her seat at all. Simply ignoring Shirley's order.
Shirley sighs "Fine then. I don't know just who or what you are, but I'm not going to give you another chance. Leave now, or else." Wait, hold on. Just what's come over her?

You take a quick glance at Theresia, it's subtle, but the girl seems to be shaking ever so slightly. Yet she makes no action to move. You need to put a stop to this before it escalates. "Whoa! Shirley, what are you doing? You can't just threaten people like that to get them to go away!"

"You don't understand, Arthur." Shirley states coldly while keeping her gaze firmly fixed on Theresia. "This girl is clearly dangerous. I imagine she was actually planning to follow you in order to kill you." She finishes in an accusatory tone.

Theresia slams her palm on the table. As you face her in response to the sudden noise, you notice a pleading look in her eyes, staring right at you.

"Just, hold on for a minute. Shirley. What makes you think all this anyway?" You question her. You're almost certain Theresia isn't some sort of magical assassin, she just seems too harmless for something like that.

"You can't see it, but I can. This girl has a distinct magical energy swirling about her. It's pretty faint, but I noticed it when I got a good look at her just now." Shirley declares without a shred of doubt in her voice.

"Don't you think you're jumping to a dangerous conclusion here, Shirley? Just because she has some sort of magical energy? I might not know much about how these things work, but common sense dictates if she were really some kind of assassin ordered to kill me, she would have tried to stop me from meeting you here. Oh, and she told me that she's being chased. Now, what do you think the odds are that she's being targeted by the same people after me?" You can't bear to watch Shirley one-sidedly condemn a girl that can't speak back, so you argue for her sake. You hope it's enough to convince Shirley to calm down for a moment.

The two girls stare daggers at each other in complete silence. A minute passes before Shirley exhales. "Alright. Fine. But I'm going to be keeping my eye on her. I don't trust her." It's a start, at least.

Shirley pulls up a chair and sits next to you. "Well, now that that's sorted out, can we talk about the people sending monsters to kill me, or maybe that voice I heard?"

"Well, first off, the voice you heard could have been anything." That's... not the answer you were hoping for. She continues in spite of your disappointment "It could've been a spirit, a magician, or even a demon communicating telepathically with you. But without more information, I can't tell. As for what it wanted, it's the same story." You try your hardest to ignore her rather casual use of the word "demon", lest you get caught up on the implications of their existence.

"Right, I can see there's probably no point for us to talk about the voice, let's move on then. You said you could get me a weapon that would be effective, right? Have you made any progress on that front?"

Shirley smiles "Yup! Two things actually, but I'll have to give you the other a little later on." She suddenly produces a sheathed dagger from an unseen pocket before handing it to you.

"What's this?" You pull the blade from the sheathe to examine it, though you can't really tell if there's anything special about the dagger at all, other than it being seemingly made entirely of silver. "Is there anything that makes this dagger special then?"

"I'm glad you asked, that right there is a new weapon that my organization has been working on. It's designed to allow for just about anybody to deal even the strongest of monsters a fatal blow." She pauses to consider her next words. "Have you ever heard of the WASP injection knife?" Your blank stare is enough to tell her to elaborate. "Effectively, it's a knife that uses a canister concealed within the handle to inject compressed gas into anything it stabs to deal additional damage. That dagger you're holding works on sort of the same premise, except instead of compressed gas, it uses holy energy to burn the target from the inside out." While the explanation is useful, you're also interested in Shirley's newly revealed fondness for weaponry, you never would've guessed this was an interest of hers.

"So, how many times can I use this thing before it runs out of charge then?" It certainly sounds like a powerful weapon. Though you imagine it has some sort of drawback.

"Only once. It injects all of the stored energy into it's target. Though it slowly draws in surrounding mana to recharge on it's own in about an hour or two." So it's a sort of desperation weapon to only be used in an emergency? It's not ideal, but at least now you might be able to defend yourself against one of those golems.

There's a lull in the conversation as she finishes her explanation.

>Get up from your seat and call for Shirley and Theresia to follow you, you still need to book that hotel and discussing magic affairs in public seems risky, it would be far safer away from prying eyes.
>Ask Shirley something (what?)
>Ask Theresia something (what?)
>Write-in

>>3872100
>Write-in
order something to eat,get some food in before we need to run around
after that
>Get up from your seat and call for Shirley and Theresia to follow you, you still need to book that hotel and discussing magic affairs in public seems risky, it would be far safer away from prying eyes.
Hyper awkward time.

>>3872100
Yeah, let's go ahead with >>3872110.
Keeping these two together as much as possible seems entertaining, and we do need food.

>>3872100

>Get up from your seat and call for Shirley and Theresia to follow you, you still need to book that hotel and discussing magic affairs in public seems risky, it would be far safer away from prying eyes.

>>3872096
>>Write-in
Punch some walls until you find delicious fresh cooked wallchicken. Then share it with the two girls.

>>3872100
This >>3872110

>>3872132
THAT COMES LATER DAMNIT

>>3872132
>be Arthur in cafe
>stands up and starts feeling the walls
>cashier wondering what's up
>starts punching holes in the wall
>staff panics due to madman destroying the cafe
>keeps punching holes until Arthur pulls out a roast chicken
>everybody bewildered
>starts chowing down on wall chicken
>cafe closes down for renovation to repair damages

>>3872193
I'm from the time of the hearts on candlelights
whe should break anything with a candle on it

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>>3872193
>some idiot is punching this cobblestone wall
>have fun at the hospital moron
>the wall starts cracking

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>>3872200
You need one of these before candles will drop anything.

>>3872200
also get a cup to drink the tears of the cafe owner

>>3872132
>wallchicken
What the fuck is chicken doing in the walls? Back in my day, it was a pork chop.

>>3872236
In 1792 Dracula experimented with other non-pot roast food hidden in walls. This proved popular and was kept for the future.

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>>3872244
I always considered the monsters dropping food to be stranger.
Especially when you can get a Pizza in 1479.
Or how Alucard can get a modern New York style pizza in a box in 1797. Which is dropped by actual frogs.

>>3872269
Leon could find tomato sauce in cans

>>3872269
Time and space has always been fucky in Dracula's castle. Maybe Galamoth went through time to provide food for all of the monsters. Trying to bribe them to betray Dracula so he could take over.

Didn't work.

>>3872279
It's impressive that Galamoth and the Time Reaper can't figure out that maybe the best time to kill Dracula would be to kill him before he actually became Dracula.
Rather than trying some hare-brained scheme to delete the entire period of time he exists in.

>>3872287
Pft they don't want to defeat some shitty little mortal man, they want the big D. Er that came out wrong.

>>3872287
This franchise really went off the rails, huh?

>>3872278
Leon could also find 1000 year old bottles of wine.
In 1094.
>>3872299
To be fair, Judgement is non-canon. As are all the crossover Castlevania games afaik.
The amount of bullshit you need to string together to have the characters in the same game is pretty great considering that other than Alucard, everyone kind of dies of old age due to being spread out over a millennium of history.

>>3872309
The Romans and Greeks were making wine in the BC era. Admittedly its survival is doubtful, but it's not as impossible as the modern pizza in 1479.