Post number #574734, ID: 624947
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>Somewhere in uptown lies a long winded road colloquially known as a shopping street where residents can get their groceries from the market or hobby goods at the hobby store >the sidewalks are abuzz as people travel up and down the stone walkway exploring and patronizing the many shops and eateries tucked away on either side
>there are kids playing and couples walking around the street and in a little pseudo park in the center, a large tree looming over head
Post number #574735, ID: 624947
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>as you walk on scene you are greeted by a interesting looking mascot https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcRKbRdtjn60OB-E1xaboSbV-48bvYPZ7KLrvGfwSSoD_flOVYsn
"Hey there! Excuse me Would you like a cake pop!" >it says in a semi nervous yet exited voice while offering you a cake pop
Post number #574744, ID: f4dc86
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>>574735 "I'll take the rain check. Thank you."
> A suited woman brushes off the mascot, trying to politely decline her offer. Her hands were signalling that she isn't particularly interested — at least now.
"Actually, mind if I ask you a question, lady?"
Post number #574749, ID: 624947
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>>574744 "Alrighty then suit yourself" >she puts the pop back in a little cup "Whats your question miss?"
Post number #574751, ID: f4dc86
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>>574749 "Has there been a new arrival here? A big group, perhaps?"
> She inquires while her attention is fixated on the girl.
Post number #574757, ID: 624947
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>>574751 "New arrivals? Miss this is a shopping street! Everyone is a new arrival!" >she says all giddy
"Mmm..." >she tilts her head and thinks "Buuut there is some crowd over by the tree...oh and those bar people looked like they were preparing for something" >she tilts her head "Does that help?"
Post number #574761, ID: f4dc86
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>>574757 "Verily. Thank you. I'm currently doing an errand for someone; it's quite a hassle, really—"
> She thank the before setting eyes on where the tree might be.
"I'm surprised. I hadn't thought the crowd would gather this fast."
Post number #574762, ID: 624947
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>>574761 "Bye bye then! Be sure to visit our cafe!" >just down the stree a large sakura tree, the petals flow to the earth at a leisurely pace as you can see a head of pink hair
>and a small crowd >not a lot of people maybe 7-14 ish but they seem entertained by something >you cant see what said something is yet However
Post number #574763, ID: f4dc86
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>>574762 > The woman takes out a small communication device; its shape resembling a transceiver, but a screen indent was visible in its centre. She puts in near her ear, presumably calling someone.
"Thanks for filling me in. I'm in position, you can rest easy now."
> Her quick call was cut short after she decided to enter the small group, checking on what they are about.
Post number #574764, ID: 624947
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>>574763 >you join them in viewing what seems to be a girl, with pink hair wearing a kimono >preforming what seems to be a traditional Japanese fan dance
>just by watching you swear it is almost like you can see a shiro in the background behind the sakura >the children in the crowd seem really entertained, crudely imitating the dance for fun
Post number #574767, ID: 995d4b
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Post number #574771, ID: faf58d
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>A girlish looking boy walks into the street, his right hand holding some kind of phone as his left jacket sleeve flutters in the wind "Why the hell did I end up here, this town is way too confusing" >He sighs
Post number #574772, ID: 624947
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>>574771 >you are greeted by a mascot of sorts (See to images here>>574735 )
"Hello! Would you like to try a cake pop?" >she offers a cake pop, a bright smile on her face
Post number #574780, ID: f4dc86
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>>574764 > The woman watches solemnly. Her eyes were taken to notice the dance, only moments later did she take out a camera — its lens retract and refocusing to the littlest motion made by the dancer — she puts the viewfinder close to her eye, as it glows to provide her own vision with light.
> A small blinking light can be seen on the camera then.
"My, someone is missing out on this event."
> She murmurs to herself, though her voice is still audible.
Post number #574782, ID: 624947
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>>574780 "Another journalist? Mind telling me who she is?" >one of the more curious members of the crowd asks you >perhaps led on by the camera
Post number #574783, ID: f4dc86
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>>574782 "My, what a misunderstanding. I am not partaking in journalism work; this is solely for my personal documentation."
> She didn't take away her camera to converse. However, she does seem to listen to any chatter thrown at her.
"—If I am not mistaken, wouldn't she be the third regalia of Japan? A part of Vanderbilt and Japan's little evening project?"
Post number #574784, ID: 624947
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>>574783 "Wait that regalia thing i heard on the news?! I thought it was a lilim or something what the heck?!" >they seem suprised, yet also didn't curse do to the children in the vicinity "I get japan but what the shit is a Vanderbilt? Is that some new state like liberland or whatever they call it?"
Post number #574792, ID: f4dc86
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>>574784 "I'm uncertain as to which to answer first. She is with utmost confidence, a Lilim; however, I am not aware of its appearance being similar to human."
> She pauses, keeping her hands still from all the shaking due to the neighbouring activity.
"Perhaps that is the Vanderbilt's capability. Merging biological life with Lilims. Not that I'm aware; they are a company I rarely check up on."
Post number #574793, ID: b8a213
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>One of the couples idly entering the street stands out like a pair of Stand users amindst the crowd, a man and a girl.
>The man is a tall, elegant looking young noble of british descent. Compact black bowler hat sits atop his short, messy blond hair, almost hiding the pair of icy blue eyes. His long beige trench coat is not fastened, showing off grey vest, black trousers and a long-sleeved white shirt, complete with a tasteful red tie. Both of his hands covered in brown gloves.
Post number #574794, ID: b8a213
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>His rather tiny companion is every bit as fancy as him. Barely looking 12 or 13 years old, pale lilim girl, with waist-long, silky black hair. Two dishes of dark pink eyes shine brightly on her round face. Black, Victorian-style dress with red laces and white frills in its sleeves and hem, along with a black ornate bonnet, sewn with roses, only add to her doll-like appearance.
Post number #574795, ID: 624947
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>>574792 >the girl in fact looks like a human >if the person hadn't pointed it out then you most likely would not have noticed
>she dances away ever gracefully. >then finishing soon after
Post number #574796, ID: f4dc86
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>>574795 > The woman's awareness seems to have seen through the guise of the Lilim — perhaps she was already aware, but she did not at all flinch at the sight of the regalia's appearance; aside from being thoroughly surprised at the dancing, of course.
"Brilliant. What a captivating performance."
> She ends her recording as soon as the dance ends.
"She wouldn't have wished for a better moment to record, I'm sure."
Post number #574798, ID: b8a213
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>>574795 >The lilim girl starts basically salivating at the sight of the candy, but humpfs arrogantly — one of her eyes still on the sweets as she does so: "I assume we just might take a taste, if you so insist. Right, Hugh?" — >She asks her companion. The man only chuckles in responce.
Post number #574800, ID: 624947
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>>574796 >the girl bows as the crowd claps "Thank you!"
(Optional d20 roll)
>>574798 >lilim girl gains +1 cake pop! "If you want more please feel free to come to our cafe!" >the mascot points to the building behind her
> The woman makes a small clap as she pockets her camera. Now her suit's pocket protrudes with the bump of the camera's shape. She didn't speak too much, nor did she applaud with claps — she stood there watching the bow while others do their support.
"They did not come from Japan carrying nothing, it seems. Where are all the security?"
> She gazes around, looking for particular figures around the regalia.
Post number #574803, ID: 624947
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>>574802 >there seems to be none >you look harder, only to still see none
>huh...no guards
Post number #574805, ID: b8a213
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>>574800 "Maybe a little bit later, young miss. Thank you kindly for your treat." — >Hugh says with a kind voice as he bows his head lightly to the mascot. His lilim companion, meanwhile, is too occupied with the cake pop in her mouth — so much so, that she notices neither the invitation, nor the fact that she is being dragged by hand towards the tree by her companion.
Post number #574806, ID: f4dc86
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>>574803 "Crud."
> She mumbled under her breath. Whether she is visibly distressed or annoyed, there isn't a guess to make it sure. She frowns at her empty-handed result at scanning the area.
"Well—... Let's hope nothing happens."
Post number #574808, ID: 624947
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>>574805 >you arrive at the tree to see nothing of note
>aside from the girl in the fancy outfit and the crowd
(Optional d20)
>>574806 >someone bumps into you, although you can't tell who at the moment >the impact was soft and they smell like cookies and cream
Post number #574810, ID: f4dc86
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>>574808 > The woman turns reflexively, responding promptly to the nudge. She speaks out an apology, but was unsure of who bumped her.
Post number #574813, ID: 624947
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>>574810 >its seems to be a girl >with black and white hair >wearing a maid outfit >she is on her knees as the bump got her way more then you
Post number #574816, ID: f4dc86
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>>574813 "My, pardon me! Are you all right?"
> The woman let her hands out, gesturing her availability to pull the fallen girl back from the ground.
"Here, don't dirty that beautiful outfit—"
Post number #574817, ID: 624947
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>>574816 "W-wha sorry!" >she immediately springs to her feet and apologizes "I-i was getting groceries a-and i was in a rush because the line is always so long and" >she looks down "S-sorry!"
Post number #574819, ID: f4dc86
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>>574817 "Everything all right? Are you unhurt?"
> The woman asked again while she puts down her hand. The girl's stuttering didn't help convince her, it seems.
"Don't make too much haste now; you may damage yourself that way."
Post number #574820, ID: 624947
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>>574819 "Y-yes im fine! I-i hope i didn't bother in any way" >she then finally calms down and opens her eyes
Post number #574838, ID: 1f137b
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>>574820 "Of course not! Why would a young lady bother me in any way? I am at fault, you were in a hurry."
> She gave a short smile, trying to convey her words better with the expression.
"I would appreciate if you are more careful, but none can be done in such a rush."
Post number #574841, ID: 624947
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>>574838 "Alrighty then by grandma!" >she runs off to do whatever
>leaving a dispersed crowd and a regalia wandering around with an idle look on her face
Post number #574856, ID: b8a213
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>>574845 >Hugh, noticing a girl on a crash course with him, elegantly steps aside. Unfortunately, he completely forgets to drag his companion with him. The lilim girl, completely oblivious to her surroundings, instead looks up at the tree.
Post number #574858, ID: 624947
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>>574856 >and she gets crashed in >resulting in a bit of rough and tumble >and a bit of the lilim falling victim to the "fluffy hell"
>by this https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566319784153841665/586056011954126848/20190520_175139.png
>Congratulations >you ded son
Post number #574866, ID: b8a213
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>>574858 >The lilim girl yelps, stumbling as she is suddenly crashed into, the cake pop flying out of her mouth. This catches Hugh's attention, and he catches his partner by the hand, dragging her out of the fall into his embrace. However, having only so many hands, he fails to catch the other girl as well. "-hUh watch where you're going!" "-Are you alright, miss?" — >Two voices sound in unison, arrogant and annoyed female one and mildly concerned male one.
Post number #574867, ID: 624947
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>>574866 >having this incident happen twice now, she recovers to her knees. >and starts crying
Post number #574872, ID: 1f137b
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>>574845 > Having no moments wasted, the woman moves quickly from the crowd. She spreads her attention wide, shifting her head from one angle to another to cover the widest distance.
"I should have expected this — no, I should have stayed in home."
Post number #574873, ID: 624947
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>>574872 >no regalia to be found >and now the girl from earlier is crying
>waow
Post number #574874, ID: 1f137b
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>>574873 > The woman seems to have made a distance from the girl, seeing that she didn't notice her crying — or perhaps chose to tune it out for her own sake.
> She takes out her communication device, nodding after momentarily reading it through.
> Her hands reach out to gather as much attention as possible. She waves amongst the crowd, and puts her communication device up high — creating a loud, amplified screech.
"Everyone, please pay attention here!"
Post number #574876, ID: 624947
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>>574874 >around 8 ish groups pay attention to the screaming lady "Whuht duh?!"
>what do nao captain?
Post number #574880, ID: 1f137b
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>>574876 "Thank you! Now, would you please be kind enough to spare your time to find a friend of mine?"
> The woman details everything about the regalia, known from the stream and her own recording earlier. Afterwards, she catches the attention of everyone with a flash of a single credstick.
"Two thousand zenny to those quick enough to find her!"
Post number #574881, ID: 624947
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>>574880 >as you describe it some people loose interest and continue >leaving 4 people
"No thanks!" >one shouts and they all leave
>well shit
Post number #574882, ID: 1f137b
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>>574881 "Drat. That was a good plan in my mind."
> She returns to where the tree was, standing there as she catches a few breaths. Defeated by the lack of her own lack of resolute, she tuned out all of the crowd noise as she exhaled.
"Now, if I were a regalia, where would I go?"
> The woman's attention was taken to several points in the street. She rushes over to the middle of the road again, trying to find the cafe whence the mascot belongs.
Post number #574892, ID: b8a213
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>>574867 >Hugh let out a deep sigh, kneeling down before the crying girl: "Save your tears, milady, for times of happiness. C'mmon, let's stand up." — >He said, gently taking her hand and helping her to stand up. "How unsightly, hmph." — >His lilim companion mumbled to herself, assisting the girl from the other side nonetheless.
Post number #574894, ID: fc5ea9
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>>574772 "I huh? No?" >The boy is confused by the mascot and shakes his head
Post number #574936, ID: 624947
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>>574882 >you only needed to backtrack a bit and you arrive at the store front >but the crying girl you were avoiding happens to be closer
"Hello! Welcome back!" >the mascot greets
>>574892 "W-waaaaahhhhh!!!" >she stands up and runs away
Post number #574942, ID: 57be89
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>>574936 "May I take a moment of melioration here?"
> The woman happened to be around to see the familiar girl run far — but she decided to not take any actions, not knowing what happened between her and the other two bystanders.
"Q-quite the busy street we have here, hmh? I don't know how you can manage with—… this. All this."
> Her hand motions to the entirety of the crowded street to the mascot girl. Her heavy breaths show her exhaustion, either mentally or physically.
Post number #574944, ID: 624947
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>>574942 "I dunno about that miss. The street is busy as always but thats how it always is!
It fun in its own way!" >she giggles
"And its not that hard! Just ask anyone if they want a cake pop! Then go back inside when im out!"
Post number #574946, ID: 57be89
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>>574944 > She chuckled softly after hearing the mascot's answer.
"Being a maid sounds a whole list easier. Now then, would you mind handing me one of your offering? Let's say, some people didn't want my money — I may have a store to spend it on."
Post number #574947, ID: 624947
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>>574946 "Oh uh! Alright then! Please come inside!" >she bows and leads you into the cafe https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQtujxwqc7zMwDUwsYtRw9z7l18PAKy0MrM3KmPJxz5Ttm0UlVJ
>it seems like a pleasant place
"Welcome in!" >the staff bow as you enter
Post number #574948, ID: 57be89
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>>574947 > The woman politely nodded at the staffs. She takes seat in one of the more comfortable-looking sofa, looking relaxed after finding a place to rest her legs.
"Phew—… this is quite the departure from outside."
> She sits idly, gesturing to the staff to bring her any menu available to browse through.
Post number #574949, ID: 624947
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>>574948 >the mascot Arrives and hands over a cutesy looking menu >filled with all sorts of cafe foods and...Asian dishes? >there is some western same as all else but also some Asian foods such as dorayaki and whatever is popular in japan
>the mascot looks ready to take your order "Please enjoy what our menu has to offer"
Post number #574983, ID: fc5ea9
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>>574936 >The boy takes a deep breath as the mascot walks away "Jesus that was scary as shit, oh christ" >He never got used to this town, not its peculiarities
Post number #575052, ID: 624947
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>>574983 >peculiar is a word. >then again i was a loli..
>what do you do?
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| >Somewhere in uptown lies a long winded road colloquially known as a shopping street where residents can get their groceries from the market or hobby goods at the hobby store
>the sidewalks are abuzz as people travel up and down the stone walkway exploring and patronizing the many shops and eateries tucked away on either side
>there are kids playing and couples walking around the street and in a little pseudo park in the center, a large tree looming over head