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// She's a Ghoul of Toreador clan with one point in Celerity and three points in True Faith.
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VAR showed_mace = false
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VAR preparedness = 0
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He came to you in a night dream. A monster is terrorising the city, he said, and only a pure maiden can become a magical girl and save us. He promised great power and opened a new world to you.
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* That was ten years ago.
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-> start2
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=== show_the_mace ( -> goback)
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{ !showed_mace:
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It is strapped to your hip. It's solid iron, thirty centimeter handle with leather grip, four-ridged head.
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The ridges look like butterfly wings.
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And there's a pair of white bird wings on the pommel.
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Weighs about seven kilos but it's light in <b>your</b> hands.
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}
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~ showed_mace = true
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-> goback
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=== start2 ===
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// The moon never sets on a British vampire.
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Just right.
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He sends you a message with an address, no details. It leads you to a dark parking lot occupied by a loud car party. Some sad old guys loudly arguing about their cars. You feel a faint scent of something <em>evil</em> nearby.
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He sends you a message with an address, no details. It's the other side of the city, but you quickly find a ride.
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It's a long trip in an old blue Prius.
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<q>Sis, you can trust me, right? You know I've seen that nasty bruise on you on Monday.</q>
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The driver is your older sister Natalie.
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* [It's not your secret.]
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<q>I trust you, but I can't tell.</q>
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<q>So you don't.</q>
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<q>It's not my secret, okay?</q>
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She gives you a side-eye. You ride in silence for a while.
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->taxi
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* [Deflect the question.]
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<q>It wasn't that nasty. I was literally fine the next day.</q>
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<q>It was big and yellow!</q>
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* [Lie.]
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<q>No it wasn't.</q>
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Tabitha, the master liar. (Not.) Natalie says nothing with a pointy inflection.
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->taxi
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* [Show her your back.]
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You strip off your skirt and raise the back of the shirt. No bruise.
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->taxi
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* [Tell her the truth.]
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<q>I'm here to smite some dangerous punk with my holy mace because my Lord said so,</q> and you show her the mace.
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-> show_the_mace (-> truth2)
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=== truth2 ===
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<q>So we're driving for you to harass and beat down someone?! Tabi, are you in a cult? Is that QAnon thing or something?</q>
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* [Joke.]
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<q>Haven't you heard? Pink dresses against the system.</q>
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Natalie doesn't laugh. You have to explain:
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<q>No, it's not political or anything. And they're going to be fine too, the holiness stings more than anything I could actually use in a fight.
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But I gotta do it.</q>
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She gives you a side-eye and digests what you said. You ride in silence for a while.
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->taxi
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* [No cult. I'm a lone warrior.]
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<q> No cult. I'm all alone here. </q>
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<q> That's not <em>better,</em> you know. Especially in this part of town. </q>
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<q> Don't worry, I'm not going to get in trouble. </q>
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You ride in silence for a while.
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->taxi
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=== taxi ===
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The car enters a dark parking lot near an abandoned mall. There's a loud car party here. Natalie parks and turns to you.
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<q> How are you going back then? Should I wait for you to finish whatever you're doing? </q>
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<q> No, I'll call a taxi. See? </q>
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You show the phone in your secret skirt pocket. Natalie sighs.
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<q> Take care, sis. </q>
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<q> Thanks, Nat. See you at home. </q>
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And you're off to see… some sad old guys loudly arguing about their cars. You feel a faint scent of something <em>evil</em> nearby.
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->choices
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= choices
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{You look like a skinny teenager among some tall white dudes.|"Hey! He's coming!" The guys suddenly stop arguing.|The air is quiet and tense.}
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{You look like a skinny teenager among some tall white dudes.|"Hey! We're starting in a three!" The guys suddenly stop arguing.|The air is quiet and tense.}
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* <ell> (Follow the scent.) [] You can't track it, you just know it's near.
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-> choices
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* <ell> [Tap one of the guys on a shoulder.]
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"Excuse me, is that a Fiat?"
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"Excuse me-"
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„Get lost, kid.“
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Okay, you know <b>nothing</b> about these cars.
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-> choices
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-> start4
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You wander around. Why did He send you here?
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A new car comes to the parking lot. The feeling of <em>wrongness</em> rises in you.
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There's a crowd now, and a guy shouts from inside:
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=== battle1 ===
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<q>To the end of this street and back here! Go! <q>
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He's about to jump at you.
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The feeling of <em>wrongness</em> rises in you. The lot is filled with roar of the cars speeding away.
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The crowd cheers.
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You see a figure across the street jumping four stories right on top of an office building. This is your target.
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= choices
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* [<ell> Smash your way in and use the stairs]
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You can't just smash the doors and enter.
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There will be an alarm and you don't want to be on camera.
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-> choices
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* [<ell> Jump straight to the roof]
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You're a good acrobat, but not pure <em>magic.</em> You can barely jump two stories, and here's four.
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-> choices
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* Climb the building
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Well, you do have to catch the guy quickly. You look at your mace.
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-> show_the_mace (-> climb2)
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=== climb2 ===
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You hit the wall with the pommel. The sturdy wings leave a nice impression in the render. Just right to use as a handhold. And you make another one near.
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It's a quick climb to the roof. And here's your guy.
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He's hunched over a body of some old man, you hear the <em>slurping</em> sounds, he's still drinking blood from the body.
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That's good, that means the victim is still alive and you got here on time.
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* [Pose and start a full speech]
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~ preparedness = 2
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You take a step, do a twirl and shout.
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// TODO - not a rhyme enough
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<q>My name is Pretty Soldier of the Night and I will smite you in the name of the night!</q>
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* Prepare for the attack. []
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You take a step back and do a twirl.
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// I have an unhealthy relationship with this meter. Sorry.
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<q>I call the generous moon: give me strength for this battle.</q>
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Then you pose with the mace. Now you feel truly confident.
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* Skip the ritual and hit. []
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You jump back - quicker than he expects. Then you bash him in the head.
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He shrugs off your mace like it's nothing.
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* Skip the ritual and make him jump straight on your mace. [] Yo
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He just stands there, confused. and never sees your mace when you bash him in the head.
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And you get a heavy fist to the stomach. You lower your hands, snagging the mace on his hand – he <em>screetches</em> and jumps back.
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He screams, and I have to paraphrase everything except the pronouns here:
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<q>Who the hell are you, crazy woman grabbing my precious flesh with her dirty hot hands?</q>
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* Explain what he's doing is wrong
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* Explain you don't want him anywhere near the city
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* Explain your Lord wants him out
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* [Attack now, speech later]
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~ preparedness = 1
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You twirl, raise your weapon and hit him while shouting:
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// I have an unhealthy relationship with this meter. Sorry.
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<q>I call the generous Night: give me strength for this battle.</q>
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The attack throws him off the victim, but then he just shrugs and starts to stand.
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* Try to push him to the end of the roof
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* Jump straight over him
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* [<ell> Climb down]
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You think about climbing back down the wall, just to meet him on a safe ground. Not your best idea.
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=== battleends ===
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Clap. Clap. Clap.
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