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Mizuchi ID:GsE1FdJ3 Sun 27 Aug 2023 00:00:33 No.5747048 View View Report

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>>5747023
>Apply the Hanged Man fate, +1 Cool, +1 Weird, -1 Move
Mizuchi stops the mystic before she begins to reveal the three card spread, representing past, present, and future. "Please, Madame...Just...tell me what's right in front of me. I'm...I'm very lost, right now. My past is certain, and my future doesn't matter to me at all. All I need to know is the reason I keep moving today."

The mystic obliges, revealing only the center of the spread. The Hanged Man, a symbol of indecision and hesitation, but one that would reveal a path forward that would be missed otherwise. To say Mizuchi felt better would be a lie, but a certain steel reemerged in his heart. He was desperate for a purpose, he always had been. He had hoped he would find it here, but to know that the aimlessness he felt now was key to divining that made it far easier to bear. "Thank you for your service. The path I walk has never been easy, nor is it ever clear, but that is a samurai's burden."

To make up the difference between what was charged, and what was revealed, Madame Zara allows Mizuchi to take his Hanged Man with him. The samurai tucks the card safely into his jacket pocket. Its omen would carry him forward through what lay ahead, until its sway over his life came to an end.

>>5747041
Jackie arrives at 6:55. The man lived in Princeton, so it wasn't hard for him to make the trip. He seems surprised to see Jackie in her off duty attire, as he was still in his usual ballistic fiber suit, but he supposed she was living something closer to a normal life than him. "Heya Jackie, how's it been? It's weird seeing you casual like this, I gotta say." There was still an odd disquiet about the kid still, but he seemed a little more together than he was before.

Name: Mizuchi
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 6/6, Move 6-1, Defense 8+2, Crit on 7-1
Factors: Hard 1, Cool 4+1, Sharp 1, Weird 4+1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 6), Katana (Melee, Damage 3, [Stance])
Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4 Uses), Bulletproof Suit (+1 Defense, +1 Edge)
Money: $39,983
Special Talent: Flash Step, Agility, Hanged Man's Fate (Temporary +1 Weird, Cool & -1 Move)
Assets: Katana Coupe [Speed 2, Handling 1, Size 3], Movie Collection (Anime), Loud Apartment, Blue Cassette
Heat: 10
Wanted Level: 1

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Anonymous ID:mOeOsFIY Fri 31 Mar 2023 03:13:54 No.5620820 View View Report

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You were born the scion of a great house until your jealous brother, of mongrel blood, stole you to a secret gallows when you were young, and hung you for the ravens' brood. And yet, you lived. A poor and ugly maid found you on her way, and revived you, and raised you with all her meager might. And with her you remain.

"It was tomorrow, three years ago, God took you to me," she says one hoary eve. The mists are on the move and you huddle together in the reek of fowls and with the shaggy demiwolf she calls pet. So between their warmths you have been raised three years of thirteen, as she has said, far from the cold, feather comforts of your castle home.

"Rather went I to God," you mutter, "and took you, me from him." But she hears this not, for an infant pox stole partly of her hearing--and completely of her beauty. Her face is sore to look upon, and this her maidenhood is empty of every male attention. You are her son, her brother, her friend, her everything.

"What shall we do? We must do something tomorrow," she says.

"Nothing," you say.

"What will you eat? Tell me."

You dream of custard cream, crisp wafers with cinnamon scent, rosemary, and anise, gold pasties with rabbit meat, venison pie, and cakes flecked with currant and cloves. And then you wake with bloody nails in your palms, remembering he who put all beyond your reach.

"Nothing," you say again.

"Fritters!" she says (her cheer cannot be abated). "With apples! And honey from the beekeeper in the wood."

"That honey will not be cheaply got."

"What?"

You say again, louder.

"I'll mend some baskets," she replies. "Or make sandals, or skeps, or squirrel traps, or anything else he wants of me, for as many months as it demands."

Silence falls. On the threshold is the stamping of heavy feet. The master of the house has come.

"Goldie." he says, for so he calls his only daughter. He spots her shivering beneath the quilts, yourself in her motherly embrace, and deals her a savage kick on the head. "Some grub you uncommon wretch, some grub!" She flies to obey him, ere another blow could fall. He sits heavily upon a bale, nursing a skin of vile bitters. "What are you looking at runt? Eh?" he says, to your staring eyes.

And you reply...

>With an insult
>With unmoved silence
>With reluctant tact
>Write-in

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