>>5288396>Hey QM, how tall is she?About 10 feet.
>>5287822>>5287825>>5287832>>5287837>>5287890>>5287899>>5287905>>5287909>>5288047>>5288131>>5288137>Give her a great date“I’ll–..” You take a breath. “I– how about.. on my family name, I can, I can.. provide you a great date. Yes, yes. That’s it.”
“Oh?” The lich peers over the thousand white steps that lead down to you. “..A date? Yes, well.. perhaps this try will work. I hear that some bad dates can cause the other person to drop dead.”
“What–a date?” Ava stifles her laughter. “You can’t be serious. <span class="mu-i">You?</span> I’ve seen you blush when your hand brushes up against one of theirs. And that’s with gloves.”
“A date?.. Hmm. Fine. If it.. convinces her, I suppose.” Emilia folds her arms. “But don’t get too comfortable.”
“...” Millicent continues to stare you down, still tucked away behind the doll’s dress.
“Very well! Come on up.” The lich sighs, raising a hand and twisting her fingers–with the groan of stone against stone, her throne pulls out like a vast platform, marble protracting, twisting, and taking the form of a table and two chairs atop her throne. She stands and sits atop a chair, high in the air above you, and pats the marble table. “And.. leave the rest of those girls down there. Two’s a crowd.”
You first glance back to the girls behind you, your intent resolute. And you turn your gaze again back up the thousands of stairs that climb up before you and, with a deep breath, take the first step.
[...]
You make it up the endless stairs after about twenty minutes–an exhaustive climb that near breaks your back and your legs. Your climb up leaves your coat damp with sweat, your breath run short, and an ache in your leg–but in the meantime, you consider some decent, witty one-liners from some of your favorite pulp serials from back home. And as you wind the last set of stairs, the lich’s table in sight, you see her at rest in her stone chair.. and an undead at the other end of the table, in your seat.
“Oh, my. Took you a while.” Ingrid looks to you, sat at the other end of table. “My apologies. I just wanted to work out some business with the lich here. I’ll be out of your hair in a second.”
>Pull out your gun.>Demand to know what she’s doing.>Ask the lich to remove her.>Write-In. 