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Welcome back to Crescent Adventures, a quest based on the 90s Sailor Moon universe. Things can go as that universe went or you can derail it with your actions or ignore it completely to just focus on the problems and issues that affect your character!

I had a hiatus because of Canadian Freedom Convoy family/friend fistfights and the Russian Invasion of Ukraine throwing me off the loop for a while. Also covid but I've mostly recovered from it.

To continue on, our character is Houseki Ruka, a 14 years old girl attending Juuban Middle School whose life has turned upside down with the return of a recurring Dream and strange monsters attacking her fellow classmates. With her newly discovered supernatural powers involving water and her innate sneakiness, she seeks to unravel the mysteries surrounding her.

Like Sailor Moon and Sailor V!

Previously last thread, Ruka sneaked into Juuban Hospital and succeeded in cutting some supernatural flowers off some sleeping ladies. Azul provided great assistance due to his invisible penguin nature to scout the place out.

All 9 flowers are removed and can do no more harm.

Our girl also discovered that there’s a spooky 'thing' wandering the halls of Juuban Central Hospital Ward A, it is no mere tall tale told by her classmate Mizuno Ami. It exists... well, she assumes it exists given the reactions of the nurses. There are real supernatural monsters in this world after all. Ruka has slotted the chances of the 'thing' existing under 'highly probable'.

Escape from the hospital was a little dicier than expected too. Another different spook appeared and started following her as though to attack. Azul amply warned that 'it' was bad news. Our sneaky girl isn't sure exactly how 'it' is part of the evil plot involving those flowers from Midnight Zero but... Ruka is sure there’s a connection.

This adventure will attempt to post once per day.

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/CrescentADV
Archive: https://lws.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Crescent%20Adventures
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CrescentDreamA1
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In the moment of admitting how cats are better than people, a growl of outrage issues forth from the eccentric girl. It's rude, yet you can't help but laugh. Laughter bubbles out without any restraint, a warm stream of mirth. The way the other girl's eyes flares in indignation, the bristling of her hair and exaggerated motions of her hands is comedic gold and extremely familiar.

Oh god... She's like Aya when she's over dramatic.

Yet it is also nothing like your sempai's ability to command attention. The sheer force of personality emanating from this blonde girl is far stronger and far stranger than what you sense from Aya. It demands the full weight of attention in a way that is unique. Is this the natural aura of a drama queen?

... Okay, this is new... you're nervous around her, your stomach is doing flip flops...

"I see that I have commanded your absolute attention, as is right and proper for the great Aino Minako!" This girl, Minako, throws in a twirl to emphasize her triumph.

Your brain is telling you, that the more animated Minako is, the sillier she looks. But your soul tells you something different as your heart begins to race the more you stare at her, a sense of deja vu that seems quite impossible. This is the first time you've exchanged words with this Aino Minako and yet there is an intense sensation that you've witnessed something like this before. The world around does not exist in that instant, that moment, that intense spark that the senses cannot grasp or put into words.

Then it all plunges to the depths of something nameless and frightening.

You don't like these feelings at all.

"Is something the matter?" The other girl asks with curiosity, you've suddenly frozen up and stopped laughing after all. Minako looks remarkably mature and composed; she has shed something false to truly face you. The suddenness of the metamorphosis leaves you tongue-tied; you can only make nonsense sounds of reassurance that are not very convincing.

"Hm, I feel like I've seen you before, but I can't remember where. Do you happen to remember?" Minako watches you carefully, frowning as though digging through her memories. The scrutiny is intense; this is not a friendly inquiry. Was the manic act earlier just a mask? Being observant is no real help, you don't know the other girl enough to determine the truth...

This has to be your first time meeting her right?

A recollection flashes through your memories.

No, that's wrong. You have seen her before and this cat too. Friday evening beef bowl with dad, she was the girl who tried to come into the restaurant with the white cat hanging off her shoulder but was barred at the door.
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Of course, that's why you have the uncanny sense of meeting her before. Clearly, that moment at the restaurant left a stronger impression than expected. It's silly to think otherwise. That fluttering in your stomach, the tightening of the heart, and unnameable sense of familiarity is just your imagination.

You know deep down you're lying to yourself.

"Do you regularly try to enter restaurants with your cat? I saw you on Friday, small beef bowl." For emphasis, you point at the white cat who meows in an oddly fake way.

"Oh that's right, of course, that has to be it! You're not some weirdo with a dangerous past out to ruin my life or villain plotting to harm the innocent residents of Tokyo. Good to know! I can go home and relax." Minako nods to herself with an air of satisfaction, completely off in her own little world.

"... Huh!?" This is the only intelligent response you can give in response. Just what sort of person does this girl think you are? This must be because you have the face of a villainess.

"Oh man, I just realized I have no idea what your name is. Can't leave someone without knowing their name, especially if they're such a stunning looking girl!" Short blonde girl asks with genuine pleasure at the opportunity of learning your name.

You try not to choke and turn red. She didn't have to word it that way...

"Houseki Ruka, 2nd year at Juuban Middle School, pleased to meet you." You attempt to play it cool but only succeed in making yourself sound standoffish. Actually, that might be a good thing. As much as you want to know more about Aino Minako, you also want to keep her at bay at the same time.

Was it your imagination? There is a flash of recognition the moment you mention your name.

"Oh, I know that school. Well, it was nice to meet you Ruka-chan! Hope to see you again. Buh bye!" With a friendly wave and wink, Minako departs with the white cat trailing after her.

You find yourself waving goodbye and watch the departing form of the energetic girl until she's out of sight. It only hits afterwards that you should have asked her what school she went to, you don't recognize her school uniform at all. It's too late now and you got to get going, Azul is already half way back to the apartment and getting further away. The chances of meeting Aino Minako again in a massive city like Tokyo is absurdly low yet...

Unbidden a thought comes to mind, the traditional saying where even the brushing of sleeves is the result of karma or "a meeting by chance can result in a bond set by fate".

Tashou no En: ????

The walk back to the apartment is quick. Azul is waiting impatiently by the door, it seems dad isn't home yet. A good thing, it gives you a chance to take a shower and make dinner. The hot shower does wonders to refresh the spirit and body.
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>>5227706
Now it was time to cook, cook, and cook!

Your eyes blazes with the fires of culinary determination to burn away the memories of the day away, you decide to...

>Cook large portions of whatever! Leftovers can be eaten over the course of the week... roll 3d6+2, dc 11
>Cook family favorites! Curried potato with rice, sweet and sour pork balls, miso soup with all the vegetables... roll 3d6+2, dc 13
>Cook a masterpiece meal! Today's dinner shall be finest made in the Houseki household this month... Roll 3d6+2, DC 15
>Cook unhealthy comforting instant food! Extra large servings of ramen and instant curry... roll 3d6, dc 10 not to suffer the after-effects.
>Actually, never mind cooking. Go out and eat at Leblanc's...
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I just realized people haven't seen Ruka's stats in awhile. Found here https://pastebin.com/9mZpdXx1
Ruka Houseki, 14 years old

Physical +1d6 (1 per scene)
Mental
Will +1d6 (1 per scene)

Ability: Distant Hands: A watery floating hand, can originate from your hand quickly or at a distance more slowly. Lasts for a duration or until dismissed. You can control the hand to manipulate an object, open a door or container, retrieve an item, etc. with some accuracy.
Burst of Speed: When you gotta go, you gotta go. Speed is doubled for one action but afterwards Ruka can't move or take actions for a few seconds due to exhaustion. This move cannot be used by Ruka repetitively.
Water Wall. As long as concentration lasts, the Water Wall can block a physical attack and an opponent's line of sight.
Water, water: Using Water Wall and Distant Hands is easier when there is a source of water nearby

Perks:
Observant: Just the little things.
Sneaky: Ya can't catch me... but everyone thinks it's me anyways.
Cooking skills: Better than the average teen!
Craftswoman: Basic skills with tools, +1 bonus on rolls
La petite cambrioleuse: Basic lock pick skill
Tashou no En: ????

Flaws:
Fearful: You're getting a bit braver...
A Small Nightmare: It saw you...
The Limit!: Too many images sent over your psychic link by Azul will cause a painful backlash.

Item:
Black bladed knife (no handle, 2.5 inch blade) with brocade/shinto charm sheath
Lapis Lazuli of Insight: Breaks through the Veil and grants Second Sight!
Bound and Tortured Magazine:
THE SILVER KINGDOM OF THE MOON! PART 5 OF THE DREAM! by Anonymous Reincarnation
Journal: On the Dream and Sailor Moon. Any new Dream, Nightmare or Memory you have in your sleep will be updated in the journal automatically and the entries can be moved to accommodate your writing and chronological order of events.
Kodansu: An exact copy of an ornate chest that once belonged to your mother. It's actually from the Nightmare but you managed to bring it into the Waking World. Hidden in the Penguin Domain.
- A bit of money: weekly allowance, it's not much

Level 2 Bond
A blue Penguin named Azul. You can feel his emotional responses back through your mental link and roughly sense his location within an unknown range.
Vanishing Act: Azul can make himself invisible from supernatural sight for 10 seconds. Can't move or take actions after using for a few seconds due to exhaustion

Contact:
Kakutani Maromi, reporter of the Daily Report
'Uncle', a mysterious old man and thief. You can visit Cafe Leblanc Friday and/or Saturday to improve your skills with him.

Mysterious Dream:
Delivering a tray with 4 crystal tumblers filled with yellowish liquor
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Whoa, I guess my hiatus killed my Sailormoon quest deader than a dodo. That'll learn me.

I hope that if anyone had enjoyed the game had a good time at least.
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>>5227709
>Cook family favorites! Curried potato with rice, sweet and sour pork balls, miso soup with all the vegetables... roll 3d6+2, dc 13
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>>5227709
>>Cook family favorites! Curried potato with rice, sweet and sour pork balls, miso soup with all the vegetables... roll 3d6+2, dc 13
>>5229097
Don’t drop it just yet boss, still got 2 threads on the archives that I gotta catch up with but I’ll leave a vote to keep the quest alive
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>>5229097
>>5229276
Also you dropped your name
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yea don't drop it yet pls: it's one of the better quests
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>>5229179
>>5229276
Whoa good thing I checked in. I'll wait for another 12 or hours before checking in again and writing a post.

As long as there's at least 3 players enjoying the ride, I'll keep on going then.
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>>5229276
>>5229179
You're missing your rolls there.
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trying to roll
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Rolled 3, 6, 5 + 2 = 16 (3d6 + 2)

here we go
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Rolled 4, 2, 4 + 2 = 12 (3d6 + 2)

>>5229276
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Rolled 6, 5, 3 + 2 = 16 (3d6 + 2)

>>5227709
>Cook family favorites! Curried potato with rice, sweet and sour pork balls, miso soup with all the vegetables... roll 3d6+2, dc 13
>>5229424
yeah it just takes some time to people to pile in
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>>5229518
>>5229540
>>5229672
We've succeeded in making our family favorites for comfort!

Now writing.
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The craving for family favorites overwhelms all options that crowd your mind. Masterpiece meals, cooking for cooking's sake and unhealthy food bingeing all have their place at their own special time but tonight isn't that night.

There's slicing and dicing, there's stir frying and boiling. This is a piece of cake. You are in the groove tonight!

The tried and tested meals of your household are to cooked in generous quantities! It's an age old routine that not only a super handy skill but resulted in super tasty food. Practically everyone in your family likes to cook, from grandparents down to the youngest generations. However, it would be nice if your grandmother in Asakusa would stop making so many types of pickles.

Hm, you haven't visited your grandparents over there in awhile. Maybe you should go there one day to show Azul the antique shop, Te no Hira. It would really pique the penguin's interest, and it'd be a fun day out. In fact, you'll have an opportunity soon! It was almost time for Golden Week, the long series of holidays that every person in Japan looks forward to.

Except this year's Golden Week is going to be ridiculously short this year because how the holidays fall in the calendar. Greenery Day is April 29 is on a Wednesday of all days! Then the remaining 3 holidays fall on the worst possible days, May 3 Constitution Day is on Sunday, which is already a day off for everyone. But May 4 and May 5 will be holidays! Nevertheless this year was a short Golden Week... more like Golden Half-Week off.

The curry bubbles on the stovetop, waiting for more ingredients to be added in. It's probably good to ask Azul if he'd like to make a request.

"Hey partner, what do you want in tonight's curry?" You ask Azul who is busy setting the table. He had at some point in time turned the tv on and kept it on a strange music variety show.

You receive a chirp and then an answer.

A mental image of an apple streams into your mind's eye. A common enough addition to curry but there is a problem.

"An apple? Sorry, don't have any in the kitchen tonight. I'll use honey for the sweetening but next time we'll make sure to buy some apples, okay?" You call out to your buddy who gives a rather disappointed chirp in response. Hm, it seems your partner likes apples, maybe you can go buy one or two as a treat.

Dinner is complete and it is magnificent. It's been a long time since such a variety of food has been cooked and set on the table. There's curry, there's miso soup, there's sweet and sour pork meatballs, black sesame paste mixed vegetables, and more. It looks like you'll be eating leftovers for the entire week. Azul has already started piling food onto his plate.
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The craving for family favorites overwhelms all options that crowd your mind. Masterpiece meals, cooking for cooking's sake and unhealthy food bingeing all have their place at their own special time but tonight isn't that night.

There's slicing and dicing, there's stir frying and boiling. This is a piece of cake. You are in the groove tonight!

The tried and tested meals of your household is cooked in generous quantities! It's an age old routine that is not only a super handy skill but results in super tasty food. Practically everyone in your family likes to cook, from grandparents down to the youngest generation. However, it would be nice if your grandmother in Asakusa would stop making so many types of pickles.

Hm, you haven't visited your grandparents over there in awhile. Maybe you should go there one day to show Azul the antique shop, Te no Hira. It would really pique the penguin's interest, and it'd be a fun day out. In fact, you'll have an opportunity soon! It is almost time for Golden Week, the long series of holidays that every person in Japan looks forward to.

Except this year's Golden Week is going to be ridiculously short because of how the holidays fall in the calendar. Greenery Day is April 29 which is on a Wednesday of all days! Then the remaining 3 holidays fall on the worst possible days, May 3 Constitution Day is on Sunday, which is already a day off for everyone. But May 4 Monday and May 5 Tuesday will be holidays! Nevertheless, this year is a short Golden Week... more like Golden Half-Week off.

The curry bubbles on the stovetop, waiting for more ingredients to be added in. It's probably good to ask Azul if he'd like to make a request.

"Hey partner, what do you want in tonight's curry?" You ask Azul who is busy setting the table. He had at some point in time turned the tv on and kept it on a strange music video show.

You receive a chirp and then an answer.

A mental image of an apple streams into your mind's eye. A common enough addition to curry but there is a problem.

"An apple? Sorry, don't have any in the kitchen tonight. I'll use honey for the sweetening but next time we'll make sure to buy some apples, okay?" You call out to your buddy who gives a rather disappointed chirp in response. Hm, it seems your partner likes apples, maybe you can go buy one or two as a treat.

Dinner is complete and it is magnificent. It's been a long time since such a variety of food has been cooked and set on the table. There's curry, there's miso soup, there's sweet and sour pork meatballs, black sesame paste mixed vegetables, and more. It looks like you'll be eating leftovers for the entire week. Azul has already started piling food onto his plate.
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>>5230358
But before you can start thinking about eating, the door bell rings.

Odd, who could it be at this hour? You go to see who it is.

Standing outside is...

>A very well dressed Aya...
>Tomio with his trumpet case...
>A tall man in white, he has a stiff smile...
>A Yamato Delivery man with a box in hand...
>No one... ??? Roll 3d6+2, dc 14
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Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>5230362
Gonna roll for my choice
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>>5230362
>>5230381
>>A Yamato Delivery man with a box in hand...
Delivery man it is
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>>5230383
Well, we got one vote, let's go!

It's probably because of the long weekend.
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>>5230362
>A Yamato Delivery man with a box in hand...
A bit late, but I'll toss in a vote as well.
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Through the apartment's peephole, you see a young man standing outside. Lanky and tall, he had a fresh to the workforce sort of aura to him. All in all, a non threatening guy wearing the extremely recognizable Yamato Delivery green uniform jacket with the familiar black cat logo of etched on his baseball cap.

You undo the lock and open the door.

"Hello there, delivery for Ms. Houseki Ruka!" The guy happily presents you a package and a sheet to sign for acceptance of delivery.

That's a surprise. You were sure that the package was for your father, hearing that it is something for you is unexpected. With a quick press of your personal hanko stamp, you are the proud owner of a mysterious package with the most ridiculously fake looking name on the manifest.

"Hey, is this actually a real address from a real person? I mean, who the heck has a name like Ling Ling Ling?" You can't keep bafflement out of your voice as you review the return address on the package.

"Oh thank god, I wasn't the only person who thought the name looked a bit nutty. Yeah, I don't know what to say, the address is probably real. But the name... it could be Chinese." The delivery guy gives an apologetic smile as he takes back the documents. His job now done, he tips his hat and leaves.

You take the package back into the apartment and set it down on the kitchen counter. It was a small package, a light shake seemed to indicate there is a document or paper inside and something else. It's pointless to speculate on what's inside when the obvious solution to the mystery is to open it. Picking up a knife from the counter, you run the blade down the tape to open it up.

Inside is a simple black and white and fluffy stuffed penguin doll, and a letter envelope. The doll is incredibly cute and Azul stops eating his meal to chirp his approval at the replication of an avian relative of some sort. Yet why would an allegedly Chinese person send you a stuffed penguin doll of all things. Perhaps the letter will clear up the mystery.

The knife once again slices to open up the plain white envelope to reveal a single page letter. You unfold it and begin a quick scan of the contents.

It's from your mother, the familiar neat writing gives it away immediately. You barely read the very first word before putting down the letter on the kitchen counter beside the penguin doll.

[Red]Ruka has lost her Will bonus dice for the rest of the night[/red]

Wait a second!? Why a penguin doll!?

You can hear the familiar pulse of paranoia begin to roar in your nerves and brain. It has to be a coincidence, right? You look at Azul and then back at the stuffed doll with frozen horror and a million thoughts. Slowly but surely, you back away from the small kitchen while starring at your unexpected gift until you enter the dining room. You don't care when you bump into the table hard enough to shift the dishes of food on it.
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It has to be a coincidence. There's no way your mother saw Azul with you and decide it would be a great idea to reveal she's been spying on you. The penguin doll is clearly a different species from whatever blue penguin type Azul is supposed to be. It's just a gift, and the letter is just another attempt to reach out. The Japanese family court might have given your dad custody but they only granted it with reluctance and added something completely crazy to their decision. The paternalistic and frankly sexist judge also ruled that your mom can at any time try to contact you. It could be by letter, by phone call or even physical visitation. After all, what sort of Japanese court would disallow a mother from seeing her child?

You sit down on the hard kitchen chair with a thud, the impact shuddering up your body but you can't bring yourself to care. Azul has stopped eating, at some point in time he moved over to sit right by you. He chirps with sympathy.

"Yeah, give me a few seconds buddy. I'm going through the stages of crazy paranoia and will recover soon..."

Unfortunately, recovery isn't fast enough. The door to your apartment opens and your dad is giving a cheery "I'm home" as he comes in to the dining room.

"Wow, I smell something super delicious! I... I... Ruka, are you okay?! Are you sick again?! Do we need to go to the hospital!?" Daisuke rushes over to where you are sitting upon seeing your face. He kneels down and lightly puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Welcome back dad, uh, I got something from mom. I'm fine! I went to the hospital but came home since it was so busy..."

Even under distress, you remember to keep up with your cover story. Your dad frowns and immediately looks to see the stuffed penguin doll and unread letter on the kitchen counter. His scowl is an ugly thing as he goes in and snatches up the letter to read it over. Hard eyes go over each line with care before softening to return to you.

"What do you want to do with this?" He holds up the letter and stuffed penguin doll. It's quite clear that your dad would much prefer to burn the letter and throw away the doll.

"For now.... leave it alone, I'll figure out what to do with it latter."

Your dad isn't too happy with your answer but he has always allowed you to decide what to do with the rare attempts of your mother trying to reach out. She tended to disguise the address and sender to sneakily get you to open the packages and letters, next time you'll be more careful.

"Okay, but if you want me throw this out... Tell me, I'll do it right away." With a contemptuous toss, he throws the letter and doll back on the kitchen counter.

Azul moves out the way, he might be invisible to mundane view but people can still sense him through touch. It wouldn't do to accidentally bump into your dad. He waddles out of the dining room and towards your bedroom, while giving a sad chirp and wave to leave you with your dad for dinner.
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>>5231457
It is hard to enjoy the rare sit down meal because of your mother's gift and letter. Conversation is not relaxing either; after all, you collapsed in school today and have to constantly lie to him about the true cause of it. You are relieved when dinner is over.

"You must be tired, I'll clean up and put the leftovers away. Go rest up." Your dad takes charge of the kitchen and puts your gift and letter into the box it came from.

You are exhausted, but you think you'll be able to do one thing before going to bed...

>Take the gift and letter into your bedroom to look over it carefully...
>Update your journal....
>Go to bed early and just rest...
>Go into the Penguin Domain to fiddle around with the tansu chest...
>Try to nap but wake up before midnight to listen in to Midnight Zero on FM10... (roll 3d6, dc 12 due to exhaustion)
>write in
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>>5231458
>>Update your journal....
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>>5231458
>Go into the Penguin Domain to fiddle around with the tansu chest...
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>>5231458
>>Update your journal....
Well that wasn’t a good choice
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>>5231600
>>5231680
>>5232088
Sometimes life comes at Ruka, that's all.

I'll be writing shortly! As it is the long weekend, I shall most likely post the update tomorrow.
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>>5231457
Good to have you back, Crescent
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You're thankful that your dad is going to be taking care of the rest, the day has been pretty long and there's not much energy left in you to do much. You close the bedroom door gently and notice that it seems that Azul has gone off to the Penguin Domain as he is nowhere to be seen.

It occurs to you that maybe another visit to the Penguin Domain is in order. You don't know what else is in there and the tansu chest had been hidden away there too. Once this weird energy draining flower thing is resolved, you'll reprioritize things and get going over there to explore.

Right now, you want to update your journal.

When was the last time you updated it? It must have been this morning? Wow, you have a lot to write down because of your little escapade at the hospital.

You take care to write an extensive entry on Mizuno Ami.

How was she able to see Azul!? You met her mother at the hospital, so she can't be some sort of creepy monster in disguise... Besides, what sort of evil monster would spend so much time to achieve 1st place on the National mock exams? That Mamoru guy was able to see Azul as well....

"I guess I have to accept it, there are people in this world that are naturally able to see supernatural stuff. Wait, does that mean Usagi is just able to see supernatural things like Azul? It doesn't matter if Azul poked her at all?" The gears in your head creak to a rusty halt.

No, no, no! Usagi is cute, innocent and completely normal. She's only able to see Azul, that's all. NOTHING ELSE.

But you have to move her up on the spookiness scale of things.

Only Luna remains in the completely normal end of the scale.

This sucked.

Another page is dedicated to the entire hospital incident. From cutting off the flowers, the spooky thing in Ward A that causes the lights to flicker and the mysterious 'nurse' that stalked you at the very end. It was a narrow escape!

What was that nurse? Was she a monster too? Or something else? Things are getting complicated, the factions involved in this is too obscure. On one side, we have Sailor Moon and Sailor V... on the other? Who knows what or who they were. The enemy is so nebulous and mysterious, and it's possible there were multiple enemies and factions.

You try to parse out what you know so far about the situation. In one circle, you have the Sailors. In another weird people who can see Azul. The other circle is the creepy spooks. Another circle is dedicated to that Station Master guy, the pink haired dude got you out of a jam back in Shinjuku's Golden Gai but that doesn't mean he's a good guy.

Then there was Aino Minako... No, there's point in writing about her in your journal. Why? You just felt weird about her! It meant absolutely nothing. There's no reason to write anything about her in your journal. She was just... just... just interesting.

'Aino Minako...'
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You make a sketch of her but stop midway when you realize that you spent an inordinate amount of time carefully and gently coaxing out details about her like a craftswoman or an artist attempting to reach perfection. It's absurdly well drawn, though incomplete. You're tired, you need to finish up your journal entry.

There's also, of course, the penguins... You should probably give Azul's siblings names. Did they have names already? Azul didn't have a name until you gave him one, it's pretty safe to assume that the other two don't have names.

As you think of this the two other penguins appear and waddle to the middle of the page. Eager to receive something from you by the way they are reacting. They jump up and down with flippers waving directly at you.

Well then... Your pen hovers over the page about to write proper Japanese names for these penguins but you find yourself unexpectedly writing down something else entirely.

Nausicaa for the younger sister of Azul. Adamant for the younger brother.

???

You pause and stare at the page for a few seconds. You were going to give the sister 'Shizuka' and the brother 'Raikou' as names. They were from Japanese legends and history you've heard as a child. What were those names you just wrote; you don't recognize them at all. They aren't Japanese that's for sure. The penguins don't care at all, Nausicaa and Adamant jump up and down with thankful joy.

Oh yes, speaking of penguins. Your mother's weird gift and letter.

You mind as well as write a brief entry on that. The journal isn't exclusively detailing your weird dreams any more. It's become a record of all your actions and a place to write down your discoveries and thoughts.

You idly draw a caricature of the penguin doll you received. It's a quick sketch, nothing too complicated. Now everything was over and done with. But before you can close the journal something catches your eye.

It's the strange new penguin you've just drawn.

It moves!

You stare goggle eyed at the caricature of the penguin doll from your mother, it casually shake itself free and start to walk around the pages of your journal. It tilts it's head side to side as it stares at the most recent journal entry and then turns to wave a flipper at Azul's siblings in greeting.

The wave is cautiously returned by the two penguins in the journal.

HUH!? HUH!? HUH!?

Wait a second here!

You experiment by drawing penguins to see what else can happen. You use up an entire page to draw a plethora of penguins of various shapes, sizes and species but none them animate and start moving about on the page. You've drawn adult penguins, baby penguins, cartoony penguins and even repeated drawings of Azul and his siblings plus the weird black and white penguin. They all remain static.

Okay, so you confirmed that just drawing penguins wasn't going to cause them to start moving around.
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"Just what the hell are you!?" You mutter at the black and white penguin with the heart-shaped face. Naturally, it can't answer and seems content to amble about the pages of your journal. It wanders away from view by crossing the border of the page. You flip a page and see that it is hiking backwards through your entries like a tourist taking in the sights. It admires the many drawings and sketches littered throughout while Nausicaa and Adamant seem to be giving commentary and explanations to their new avian companions.

It seems harmless? It wasn't messing about with the journal entries or vandalizing anything.

You are so tired. Dimly you remember the third drawer of the tansu chest. A dark and endless pit of eternal blackness that contained teeth and your mother's voice... As eerie as the damn thing was, it could talk. If you went and opened that drawer, would you be able to communicate with whatever it is like a person?

Like it was your mom?

Your eyes go to the closet, the thin wooden door hides the strange swirling portal that leads into the Penguin Domain. And there in that strange realm, Azul has hidden the tansu chest away at your request.

You also have that letter you didn't read through in the delivery box with the doll. It lies in the living room of the apartment.

...

No, you had enough for tonight. After the events of today, your limit of supernatural strangeness and stress has been surpassed.

You are going to sleep! You throw yourself bodily into bed and hide under the covers. The covers are inviting and warm. When you close your eyes, it seems that night would pass peacefully and uneventfully.

It doesn't.

>You are in a familiar dark hallway...
>You are surrounded by darkness...
>You sit on a hard stone bench under a bright and blue sky...
>You are at school...
>write in....

So I won't be able to post until Tuesday as it is Easter Weekend! That means votes will be open for longer, about 48 hrs
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>>5234102
>You sit on a hard stone bench under a bright and blue sky...
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>>5234102
> You sit on a hard stone bench under a bright and blue sky...
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>>5234102
>>You sit on a hard stone bench under a bright and blue sky...
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>>5234273
>>5234285
>>5234761
We choose the seemingly safe option....
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Rolled 1, 1, 3 + 1 = 6 (3d6 + 1)

>>5236065
Need to roll
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>>5236107
Oh cruel RNGesus, what have we done to incur your wrath? Take pity on us and our niche hobbies!
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>>5236506
Don't worry, that was the enemies roll. RNGesus was very merciful
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You sit on a hard stone bench under a bright and blue sky, the warm wind gently breathes out the scent of cypress and fir. The sun is starting dip downwards, but it is not yet the hour when it crashes into the horizon to dip below into darkness.

What sort of Dream was this? Or was it just a dream? Could it be a Memory?

You let your eyes wander over the vista before you. The place you are sitting is entirely made of stone, with many seating tiers all arranged in a semicircle surrounding a flat area. An odeon, your school education comes to the rescue by providing the name of this peculiar structure you're sitting in. It is not a particularly large one, and was empty.

It reminds that time you first entered the Shadow Players' theatre, you were the only audience member too. A play of some sort is probably going to be acted on the stage but you can't see how the Shadow Players are going to project themselves so easily since the tiered stadium-like seating rises behind your front row seat.

Well, that will be up to P-ko and S-ko to solve on their own.

You wait patiently to see what comes next.

From the left wing, comes out a tall man with short white hair, wearing a truly exaggerated mask of some sort. An actual human actor is before you; his white tunic looks so fresh and clean that it is a wonder that the dust of the stage does not dirty it. The actor raises his arms into the air silently as though to signal the start of his performance.

"First, in this prayer of mine,
I give the place of highest honor
To your mother, Earth,
and to your sovereign King."

The actor's voice is clear and strong; the acoustic of the odeon delivers his oration so well it must be easily reaching the back. There is a murmur amongst the empty seats, as though audience members are muttering and commenting on the introduction.

Your eyes dart around the empty odeon but there's no one in the seats. You expected that, you were always alone when the Shadow Players performed. Yet your senses tingle, surrounded by invisible presences. They sigh, they breathe, they talk and yet nothing is seen of them.

The actor keeps going with his recitation. So this wasn't a play but a poem? You stare at this man, trying to memorize any distinctive features with your powers of observation. There's one fact that is obvious, he's an extremely handsome but this only leaves you feeling extremely contemptuous. Your reaction is strange given that his looks are the sort that makes women sigh and giggle; in fact, the invisible audience around you has women who are doing just that.

Distractedly, you note that a good chunk of the poetry is dedicated to an unreachable Goddess from a far distant planet. It ignites a sudden blaze of jealous anger within, a passionate feeling of hate. You are tempted to attack with water to silence the poet. Yet you cannot find a cause for this sudden outburst of mad invidious detestation.
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>>5236537
"The hours tread slowly,
the sun burns low,
and strangers tell me
where I must go

I walk under alien skies,
unknown stars glow above,
still is the..."

Your teeth grind and the muscles in your body tense like a coiled snake as the poem goes on. Just when you think you are about break out into loud protests, there is a rough clap on your right shoulder. You yelp, immediately look, and see that the odeon has other audience members visible now. It is a shock and your jaw drops at the sight of flesh and blood people. The one who punched you in the shoulder is an older man with skin colored like warm bronze and darkened further by days and years under the sun

"Yet another heart wrenching poem from our great foreign lover for his foreign goddess, eh?" At this the man waggles his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, his face full of derision and scorn. The aged face looks on with displeasure at the performance.

There was no one besides you a few moments ago. You take in the sight of dozens of men and women of all ages and walks of life. Here a soldier on leave, there a housewife with servant girl, another tucked in the back a poor student...

"If only he would pour his heart out for me," sighs another audience member, her eyes completely focused on the man on stage.

You know some of these people. The man beside you is old Geryon, he serves at the Palace. A cantankerous man who complained about the strange foreign soldiers that have arrived on Earth to help protect the Golden Kingdom from... from... from...

From what?!

Your ears are ringing. There is something wrong.

"Enough with the amateur love poems there, Adonis! Come now, perform some of the famous Venusian comedy routines! I didn't take the day off to hear more of your nonsense about your planet's princess!" A grumpy voice rings out, an exasperated fat clerk throws up his hands in disgust. Your attention is ripped from Geryon to the clerk.

????

There was something eerily off about the proportions of the clerk. The fat man's skin looked unusually waxy, as though it had been under the sun for too long and was about slough off. Not only the skin but the bone structure seems off too. For the right arm is clearly longer than the left arm, and the lengths grow and shorten in odd intervals as you stare.

"Oh don't be like that, his love poems are beautiful! I want to hear more," a lady in fine clothing with monstrous fangs smacks the melting fat man lightly with her fan.

You leap out of your seats and face the audience to see better.

They're all monsters!

Some looked more human than others but had oddities like glassy blue skin or horns jutting out from their heads or monstrous claws instead of hands.

"What's with you? Going to get up on stage to perform?" Geryon asks from all three heads of his, the additional two heads are growing slowly like tumors from his shoulders. They were more like giant pustules about to burst and spew ichor.

This was a Nightmare!
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>>5236540
On stage behind you, Adonis continues his poem.

"Lo, hopeless love
darkness and dread
lies ahead
all light fled

The watery shores
of poisoned jealousy
cold, bitter and dreary
pushes me to war"

You spin on your heel to look at Adonis and realize to your amazement he still looks human and is dressed in black. His mask is off and there is a bitter smile on his lips. He takes the first step towards you.

What do you do now?!

>Run... Use Burst of Speed to escape
>Attack... Use Water Hands to push him back
>Defend... Raise up Water Wall
>Call for a guide... Communicate with Azul
>Write in...
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>>5236542
> Run... Use Burst of Speed to escape
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>>5236542
>Run... Use Burst of Speed to escape
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>>5236740
>>5236798
Seems we're running away, as for why there was no rolls... that's because the Nightmare enemy rolled so badly that statistically speaking you were going to succeed no matter what action you took.
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There's clearly something very wrong with Adonis, his first step is a stiff legged staggering stumble. As though bending the knees is an impossibility beyond his power, and he is impossibly slow. The flesh around his face is a rigid unchanging smile, unable to loosen or relax to a more natural mien.

A walking corpse.

This is a walking corpse, imperfectly imitating a living breathing human being. It is an eerie realization that hits your brain and leaves it in shock for about one second. Then revulsion explodes and a reaction to move away from him as fast as possible grips you before the paralyzing fear does.

The world blurs as you leap away and activate the ability, burst of speed, to widen the distance between the shambling corpse and yourself. The exit of the odeon is close by, you scramble to reach the stone arch gate leading out. All the while, the audience of monsters grows rowdy and begin to rise from their seats to give chase. Yet they are too late, you have a massive head start and sprint out of the strange rostrum. Once past those tall stone gates, you enter a dark field of red roses. From the light of a beautiful spring day to the strange comforting darkness, it is an abrupt transition.

The scent of crushed roses rises from under your feet as they tramp all over bright red flowers without care. The field seems endless, you could have continued running on forever but exhaustion finally forces you to stumble to a halt.

Gulping down deep breathes of rose scented air, you look back to see where you've run from. There is no evidence of the sunlight odeon with its monstrous audience and corpse actor whom you escaped from. Instead, a lonely fractured stone gate that leads off to darkness beyond the power of sight is visible.

"Oh man, that was close. Azul! Buddy, you hear me!?" You call out but dead silence oppresses instead. Concentrating, a mental message is sent out too but there is no answer. Are you too far away from your partner?

Suddenly, you feel something poke you on your leg, something trying to get your attention. It must be Azul, he found you.

"Thanks for coming partner, let's get out... of... huh?" Bafflement is only the appropriate response.

It is a penguin. Black and white with a heart shaped face and a bit taller than Azul, a living copy of the penguin doll that your mother sent you.

It's black beady eyes stare up at you, the face unexpressive. With your rather cartoony buddy Azul, he'd make faces or sounds or even poses. This bird unreadable, silent and very still.

Also, it is wearing Azul's satchel.

"Uh, no offense to you but I'm sort of used to having my designated penguin guide in these sorts of situation. Nothing personal."

The black and white penguin finally moves to make a nod but makes neither a squawk nor chirp.

Are you increasing your collection of strange penguins?
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>>5237719
"So, um, do you know the way out?" You rub the back of your neck nervously; you can't sense anything from this bird. It isn't like communicating with Azul at all, you don't receive any emotional feedback or strange mental images.

The new penguin nods once and then starts waddling towards the gate you passed through to escape the odeon.

You reluctantly follow after it, all the while asking questions and receiving no answer back. The bird doesn't even turn its head to pay attention to you at all.

"So, um... are you related to Azul and his family? Like, a distant cousin?"

The monochrome penguin waddles on.

You try a different question. It can't be coincidence that your mother sent you that weird penguin doll, there's a perfect copy of it guiding you towards the gates right this instant.

"Are you my mom's penguin? I mean, I have one... does that mean you're hers? Is she up to her neck in spooky bullshit too? I mean, she joined a fucking cult.... oh god, does that mean the cult is responsible for all these attacks on my school?"

You continue a stream of questions but the penguin remains silent and seemingly unaware of the babble directed at it. Eventually you give up, this avian stranger doesn't seem to be interested in conversation.

Soon enough, you stand before the gates you just exited from.

"You sure this is the exit? I just came from it..." You try one last time to question the silent bird.

It still doesn't answer, but instead taps on the stone gate three times and then walks right through it. The moment it passes the arches, it immediately disappears from view.

You really miss your buddy and his antics, this penguin is all business and won't give you the time of day. It seems that you are to walk through these gates to get out. You take one last look at the vast field of red roses that you are about leave.

The roses are all-abloom and perfect...

You could pick a rose as a souvenir... Why not? You took a cursed tansu chest out of a Nightmare once. This field of roses, despite being rather gloomy looking, is a pretty neat place visually.

Pick a Rose to take back home with you?
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>>5237723
Sure, why not?
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>>5237723
Voting to take a rose
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>>5237723
I will also vote for taking a rose home.
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>>5237757
>>5237836
>>5237868
We have a Rose to our name!
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There are two parts that war within you about picking a Rose or not picking it... Actually that's a complete lie, the moment you thought of grabbing one of these beautiful red roses, your hand started hovering over them trying to decide which one to take.

As you reach out, an odd thing happens that adds to the surreal beauty of the field of roses. Each rose seems to unfurl their petals more and turn to you as though desiring to show off their very best features, some even lean towards you physically as though straining to catch your eye and be selected as the chosen to leave this field. The blooms are particularly extravagant now, and the scent heady.

There is one perfect and beautiful rose that draws your eyes to it. The sort of flower, which poets sing praises of, that a lover seeks to gift to their beloved and causes you to reach out and gently grasp the stem. The thorns are sharp and draw a prick of blood from a finger, but there is no pain. Grasping firmly and pulling gently, the rose gives and departs from the ground without fuss.

So when you Dream and injure yourself, you don't feel pain. It was an interesting observation as a thin trickle of blood goes down your hand to the wrist. Then a drop of scarlet blood falls and lands on a rose, causing an amazing reaction. The field of roses snap shut into tight buds all at once, not one blooms in your sight. The sound of what must be thousands of roses closing sends shivers down your back and does something.

Something breaks its hold within your mind as you hold and stare at the Rose. A realization hits you when you remember in your most recent journal entry about factions and who's who on the spookiness scale, you left the weirdo Tuxedo Mask off it completely.

He slipped from your memory despite witnessing him twice and writing an entry of his actions almost immediately after that. The discovery stuns you, it must be some sort of magical bullshit to gradually have the guy fade from your active memory or something.

No Witnesses: This effect has been broken. Ability must reapply on target to take effect once more.

"Thank you very much weird Dream Rose thingy, I am very grateful." You give the Rose an appreciative murmur and it seems to brighten a little in reaction to the praise.

It was time to leave. You walk through the gates and...

Your eyes open and you are back in your warm comfy bed. The sun is already up but you cannot hear anyone in the kitchen. A quick look at the clock shows that it has only just turned 7 a.m., therefore plenty of time to do something before going to school.

You rise from bed to stretch and see that Azul is not in your bedroom. Instead, the strange black and white penguin from the Dream is sitting at your desk and reading your journal silently.

"Hey, stop! Who told you, you could read that!?" You jump out of bed and grab the journal away from the new penguin. It looks up at you, as though it doesn't understand why you're so upset.
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You quickly scan the journal and see the entries updated with details of the Nightmare already. But it lacks details, like the fact you knew one of the audience members. The animated drawings of Nausicaa and Adamant run about the page with what looks like paintbrushes to draw the field of roses you exited from. Black and white drawings are the norm in your journal but it seems the two siblings decided to give the field of roses a splash of red to liven it up.

>Free action: Any new Dream, Nightmare or Memory you have in your sleep will be updated in the journal automatically and the entries can be moved to accommodate your writing and chronological order of events.

In a page corner, the monochrome penguin drawing you made yesterday sits and watches the energetic siblings finish the coloring job they started.

You turn your gaze on the same penguin physically sitting in your bedroom with suspicious eyes.

"So... where's my buddy?" You ask the strange bird.

It simply looks at you with beady black eyes and says nothing.

You groan with frustration. It seems Azul isn't anywhere in the bedroom at all, and when you open the closet the swirling blue portal to the Penguin Domain remains as is.

You glare at the monochrome penguin who impassively looks on as you search your bedroom.

Wait, what's that on your bed?

Ah, it's the Rose! And it's already starting to die, the petals have a fringe of black starting to eat into the bright red. You aren't sure what it's able to do exactly but it helped jogg your memory about Tuxedo Mask that slipped from your mind.

A Rose to Remember: A Rose from the Dream... it is already starting to wilt! A temporary item

You place the Rose on your desk.

What do you do now? You have some time...

CHOOSE 2 actions

>Grab the gift and letter from your mom and start looking it...
>Time to go to the Penguin Domain, search out Azul and maybe mess with that tansu box...
>Prepare breakfast, it's leftovers from last night...
>Ask weird penguin if could be a little more communicative...
>Update Journal with details...
>write in
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>>5238724
Wow, No Witnesses even works through the Fourth Wall, it's the only possible explanation as to why I've forgotten about Tuxedo Mask. THE.ONLY. POSSIBLE. EXPLANATION.

>>5238726
>Time to go to the Penguin Domain, search out Azul and maybe mess with that tansu box...
>Prepare breakfast, it's leftovers from last night...
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>>5238726
> Time to go to the Penguin Domain, search out Azul and maybe mess with that tansu box...
>Prepare breakfast, it's leftovers from last night...
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>>5238739
I'm just surprised no one commented in the previous posts, I thought it obvious but then the guy is super forgettable in the first episodes of sailor moon
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>>5238739
>>5238977
Seems we're going to look for our partner and make sure to join our dad for breakfast.
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>>5239638
Hello everyone, voting is still open for the next 24 hours. I shall post tomorrow.
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>>5238726
>>Prepare breakfast, it's leftovers from last night...
>>Time to go to the Penguin Domain, search out Azul and maybe mess with that tansu box...
That’s a neat free action
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You're worried about your partner, why wasn't he here? Did this weirdo penguin do something to him? In the Dream, you note that it had Azul's satchel on.

You better go try to find him.

There is the sound of someone opening their bedroom door in the apartment. The familiar creak and soft thud signals your dad has gotten up and is about to start his morning in the bathroom. That means you have 30 minutes to search Azul out in the Penguin Domain before dad notices that you aren't coming out from your bedroom to set the kitchen table for breakfast.

You grab the strange map you had previously extracted from the tansu chest before heading immediately to the portal. The strange penguin gets up to follow you.

There's not much time, if this bird wants to follow then it can go ahead. So long as it stays out of your way.

You crawl through the swirling blue portal and enter the Penguin Domain. The dirt beneath your knees is hard packed and clean, the smell of summer is carried by the wind. You enter the strange stone cabin once more, empty of any living presence with light streaming in through the open doorway.

There's no time to admire the view, you sprint outside and start surveying your surroundings. The last time you arrived, Azul and his siblings were hanging out nearby. The place is empty, the fields and rivers nearby have no blue penguins playing around.

"Wow, is this a bad sign?" You ask yourself as you pick your way slowly through the field to look into a few abandoned looking huts to see if anyone was in them. The first abandoned hut rewards you with a discovery that it contains the tansu chest that Azul carried away. It sits on the ground where the light shines upon it so that it glints.

You're torn, you'd rather find Azul than deal with the tansu chest right now but you also want to see the result of your experiment. If you're quick about it, you can check the drawers and then retreat to search for Azul again.

The first drawer is opened, and it has yet another photograph in it. This time it is a picture of your father and mother holding a baby Ruka. Your parents look so young and proud, for a moment you marvel how tiny you are as a baby before picking up the picture and turning it to the back. There's no writing on it.

You immediately put back the photograph and slide shut the top drawer. Then immediately pull out the second drawer and see that it is empty. Nothing new appeared within.

"I guess I have put back this map back in." You murmur as you place the strange map back inside the drawer. Your experiment pretty much confirmed that the items in the drawer won't change unless it has an item in it already. Next time you come here, you'll experiment by placing other objects in the tansu chest and see if they transform into other items.
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The last drawer causes a bit of an internal struggle to open. The endless pit of darkness and those teeth... The voice of your mother sounding from the bleak depths. Do you really want to open this damn drawer?

Behind you, you hear something moving. A quick spin around to see what it is only shows you that the strange monochrome penguin has at last caught up with you.

"Oh, it's just you...." You grouse with impatience.

Was the voice in the third drawer of this chest really from your mother? Did you have time to be messing about with it and talking to it?

>Would you like to open the 3rd drawer?
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>>5240925
Not now, gotta find our pal. Feeling a little suspicious of the new guy
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>>5240925
Ignore drawer find friend
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>>5240963
>>5241088
Time to search for friends over spooky Japanese treasure chest voice
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No time for that. Whatever was lurking in the third drawer of the tansu chest isn't going to be able to tell you anything about Azul.

That being said...

You take a hard look at the strange silent penguin who followed you into the hut.

The voice might be able to tell you something about this weird penguin. However, that's something for another time, you are on the clock. No time to waste.

You dash out of the hut and continue your frantic search throughout the Penguin Domain. Time is trickling away, there's so much to search. 30 minutes isn't going to cut it in a place this large. You dash about calling out to Azul through your link in the fruitless hunt, even occasionally using burst of speed to help travel the distances faster. The end result is that you're exhausted, sweat drips from your skin causing the pajamas to stick to you.

Time is up, if your buddy isn't here in the Penguin Domain... Does that mean he's stuck somewhere else? A Dream? A Nightmare?

As you stand contemplating the disappearance of your partner, the strange silent penguin waddles into view again. It looks remarkably unruffled and untired, this thing has been following you all over the place without a break.

You grab the penguin and begin shaking it bodily.

"Silent Penguin, tell me your secrets!" The demands fall on deaf ears or rather the penguin makes no sound at all despite the violent shaking. And it was a damn heavy bird, you eventually drop it back on the ground unceremoniously realizing that you were wasting time and energy.

"I swear if I find out you had a hand in Azul and his family's disappearance, there'll be hell to pay."

The bird simply stares at you with beady black eyes in reaction to your glare.

Time is up, you have to get home. Coming back to the bedroom shows how you managed to barely avoid getting caught by your dad. When you exit your closet from the portal and stand up, your dad is already knocking on your bedroom door.

"Ruka? Are you still asleep?" Your dad asks after knocking on your bedroom door politely.

"No, I'm up! I'm getting changed right now! Could you go ahead and make the coffee?" You answer before he gets the idea to open your bedroom door.

"Okay, I'll make an extra strong brew. It seems you overslept again!" You dad cheerfully says as he walks off to start making the morning coffee.

You throw on your school uniform and dash into the kitchen to set the table and reheat yesterday's left over. It's basically going to be lunch too because you made so much. Breakfast proves to be a very quick affair, there's not much time until the two of you are out of the apartment but certain things are tradition in your household.

The first cup of coffee in the morning.

Your dad making a quick reading of the headlines in the newspaper.
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>>5242173
But you can't enjoy it because of your missing partner. At one point in time, the weird penguin waddles out of your bedroom and observes your family breakfast in silence. All it does is watch, why doesn't it do anything else?

Creepy.

"You know Ruka, tomorrow's a holiday. Is there anything you want to do? I mean, it's only a Wednesday but we could go out and do something. Or just sleep in." Dad asks casually as he finishes drinking the last drop of extra strength coffee.

"Sleeping in sounds divine personally. Don't really know, let's just wing it. It's only a single day. This year's Golden Week sucks." You pack an extra box of sweet and sour pork meatballs to share with your classmates. Usagi would definitely enjoy eating some of these delectable meatballs.

"That's true, there's also the other holidays too." Your dad picks up his briefcase and lunch before going out the door. He needs to get to work in time, you wave him good-bye.

It's time for you to go to school... but first...

You grab the creepy silent penguin and shake it once more.

"Silent Penguin, tell me your secrets!" You don't ask it nicely this time, you threaten the damn bird. It's here and not Azul! You bring the full power of thuggish intimidation to bear on the bird. It was sort of thing that makes younger girls in your school cry and boys in the upper grades think twice about messing with you.

It makes no effect on the bird at all. It still stares at you with beady black eyes and makes not a sound.

"... This sucks..." You drop the bird and leave the apartment. You make sure to lock the silent bird inside.

How will you get to school today?

>Walk
>Run
>Bus
>Secret Short cut, roll 3d6+2, dc 13
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>>5242176
> Walk
Perhaps we might come across some sign or a pulse/signal of Azul as we walk to school in a timely manner?
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>>5242176
>Walk
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>>5242176
>>Walk
Fucking Silent Penguin
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>>5242218
>>5242356
>>5242368
A walk with some pulsing... kinda of like a hunt of the blue penguin.
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Walking is the order of the day. It's not as if you're in a hurry to get to school, so a leisurely walk it is.

The streets are crowded with your fellow schoolmates taking their commute. Every so often you send out, for lack a better term, a 'ping' advertising your presence to Azul through your link. The signal spreads like a ripple, at first small and powerful but then spreading outwards away from you in a circle and growing weaker with distance.

Nothing indicates the presence of Azul in these 'pings', there is no feedback or message. But you are astonished to discover you can feel the presence of the silent penguin every time you attempt to search out for your buddy. The distance from which you can sense it is far greater than the link you have with Azul. It was a very unexpected discovery but it only irritates you since this wasn't the penguin you're looking for.

Also... did it somehow get out of your apartment?! It's moving but you aren't sure what direction it's heading to. Whatever the hell that penguin is, you don't like it. Every signal you send, the response back is the knowledge that it was at your apartment but somehow got out and is going somewhere.

"RUKA!" A familiar high pitch voice makes it morning debut and you can't help but smile a little. It seems Usagi wasn't late getting up this morning, how very unusual.

"Good morning Usagi." You smile at the energetic girl. It would be best to leave off trying to send covert signals in your attempt to find Azul, previous attempts make you seem you are trying to think or concentrate on something given the observation from Tomio.

The moment you think of Tomio, he appears as he rounds a corner a little ahead.

"Tomio! Over here!" You call out to your childhood friend to join you.

"Oh hey Ruka, what did the doc say at the hospital. You went, right?" Tomio immediately asks the moment he's by your side.

"That's right! You collapsed yesterday like our teacher. That was a scary moment." Usagi chimes in as well.

"Oh, I went but it was pretty late. Ended up not really seeing anyone." It was best to not give too many details since you were actually doing something that could have gotten you arrested. Sneaking into the hospital last night was easily most stressful and dangerous thing you ever done. And you might have to top that tonight if you decide to go ahead and sneak into FM 10 radio station.

Damn it, Azul sneaking in to scout out the place and take out the security camera videotapes was your first plan. You're going to have to figure out another plan of action if your penguin partner cannot be found. Most likely, you'll have to tour FM 10 Radio after school on some sort of pretense and scout it out. Aya's parents often do radio announcements, you might be able to ask your sempai for assistance.
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You feel something. An oppressive and crushing interest from two beings on your lunch box or rather lunchboxes, since you did pack 2 very full ones this morning into a plastic bag this morning. The source for this inordinate amount of attention are two food fiends who happen to be your friends. At this moment, they're rather like cats hungrily anticipating food to be doled out and can't help but beg.

"So... that's a lot of food." Tomio tries to casually comment, but he must have smelled his favorite sweet and sour pork meatballs by the way he longingly looks at the bag. Usagi is no slouch at assessing the culinary feast within the bag either, she's drooling a little.

"Wow, that's a lot of food... You're going to be sharing, right!" It wasn't even a question, rather a statement from Usagi whose head is in the clouds imagining what you had brought in today.

You try not to laugh at how transparent these two food idiots are. The looks on their face is remarkably similar to each other.

Hm, Tomio and Usagi... They might make a cute couple.

You're wrong.

???

Actually, yeah, that's right. Tomio isn't into girls who cry so easily or whine. Usagi might be cute, understanding and nice but she is a crybaby. Heck, even you can find her a little annoying at times when she gets weepy.

Also, you sound like Aya. Pairing up friends simply to amuse yourself.

"Yes, I will be sharing it out at lunch. The two of you will have to be patient." You answer their question, at which they both pump their fist in the air in victory at the same time.

"Awesome!"
"Yeah!"

The two cheer and then go through a remarkably complex form of fist bumping that seemed beyond the capacity of coordination for Usagi but not only did she keep up with Tomio, she even threw in a high five.

The rest of commute is pretty uneventful until you reach the school gates.

You see that...

>Aya is talking to Mizuno Ami...
>Naru is waiting at the gates...
>Treasurer Miya and club member Arika is waiting at the gate...
>Luna is sleeping on the gate post pillar...
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>>5243527
>Luna is sleeping on the gate post pillar...
KITTY!
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>>5243527
>>Luna is sleeping on the gate post pillar...
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>>5243527
> Aya is talking to Mizuno Ami...
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>>5243527
>>Luna is sleeping on the gate post pillar...
KOT