>>5718478Speaking of <span class="mu-i">you</span>,why exactly is she putting so much faith in you anyways? Seems pretty risky!
“Don’t let it go to your head.” She responds flatly, “There are plenty of people at this party I trust, but like I mentioned earlier you’re still relatively unknown–even though you’re a newcomer you’ll have much less eyes on you.” Glancing out the small window again, the heiress sighs. “... I’ve probably already been absent for too long–if I disappear for even a few minutes people will talk…”
Sounds stressful, you sniff! But what she’s <span class="mu-i">really</span> saying here is that she admires your moxie, right?
“... sure.”
Awesome.
“You’ve also been paid more than you were originally owed,” Mina adds with a glint in her eye, “And were allowed to stay and enjoy the party.”
Yea, you scoff, that turned out to be a <span class="mu-i">real</span> treat!
“Don’t be flippant,” snaps the Class Prez with a fresh glare, “If it makes you feel better I’ll be the one dealing with the fallout of this horror show, not you.” She sighs. “You get to leave tomorrow and treat it like a bad dream…”
That’s assuming you survive until tomorrow! Which reminds you, you segue, what exactly did her dad’s genetic stuff, uh, do to her, exactly?
The heiress blinks at you. “... are you asking me if I’m a <span class="mu-s">VAMPIRE</span> again?”
… n-no…
Mina rubs her temples in growing irritation. “Then you’re asking me if I have <span class="mu-i">superpowers</span>.”
Look, you groan, you just wanna know, okay? If she doesn’t want to-
“No, no… I understand.” She interrupts before letting out a drawn-out breath. “And I hope <span class="mu-i">you</span> understand that the details of this conversation are <span class="mu-s">NOT</span> to leave this room.”
Right, you nod, lips sealed!
“That goes double for your…” She pauses for a moment to choose the right words, “<span class="mu-i">Co-worker</span> you’ve been dragging around. The one with the <span class="mu-i">HAT</span>.” Her eyes narrow a bit. “And the <span class="mu-s">RED HAIR.</span>”
Y-yea, uh, you mutter, you’ll um… you’ll let her know! She doesn’t speak much English…
“Good. Then in the interest of being truthful with each other, the genetic cocktail given to my brother and I at birth endowed us both with slightly enhanced strength, agility, intelligence…” She explains as she counts them off on her fingers, “I find it easier to see in the dark, I have a superior sense of smell, and,” she concludes as she stares deep into your eyes, “I can read <span class="mu-i">MINDS</span>.”
>ROLL ME 1d100-10 TO CLEAR YOUR MIND! SHIT SHIT SHIT! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3! THINK OF SEASHELLS OR SOMETHING! NOTHING ELSE! 