Blacksmith quest

[X]Full disclosure. "First, would you like some tea? You will need it, I promise."

Urd seems legit, surely we can trust her. It's not like she's an unholy amalgam of a Lawyer (true evil) and a love obsessed drunk with no self-control.

 

[X] Full disclosure. "First, would you like some tea? You will need it, I promise."

 

[X]Full disclosure. "First, would you like some tea? You will need it, I promise."

 

[X]Full disclosure. "First, would you like some tea? You will need it, I promise."

 

Thank goodness Archer has A rank in Tea. Pity he'll never reach Supernova SSS+++EX level in it though.

 

[X]The half truth. "Well, I met this lonely girl, and she led me to the jackpot in exchange for the promise of taking care of her. I'm japanese too, so effectively stateless."

 

[X]Full disclosure. "First, would you like some tea? You will need it, I promise."

Honestly I won't be surprised if she was at least somewhat aware. We might want to make a few demonstration pieces just in case. Any of these are fairly recognizable and I wouldn't doubt Archer has every one of them.

 

So everyone wants to traumatize the poor attorney? All she wants is to bag the biggest costumer in the history of Britannian law and bill him her every waking hour at triple rate until forever.

 

Our attorney has to be made of sterner stuff than that!
If she can't weather through our life story, how can we expect her to convince the courts that we totally weren't that incredibly handsome superhero crazy vigilante with all the swords?
Seriously, we're going to be a horrible client and she'll likely actually have to spend every waking hour preventing us from going to prison because of our idiocy.
Might as well give her a taste of our special brand of crazy before we start dealing with the hostage situation.

 

[X] Full disclosure. "First, would you like some tea? You will need it, I promise."

 

Yes.

Yes I want to this exactly.

For exactly the reasons why she wouldn't want us to.

D= Bitch you only bill the client triple AFTER he has made your life hell.

 

You're having her work in Japan, which means all her hours happens at night Britannia time. Obviously the bill is going to skyrocket.

 

Heeeeey good point. I bow to your superior fuckery.

 

If you can't trust your own lawyer, then who can you trust?

 

Rolling for SAN.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d6+1 : 2 + 1, total 3[/blockquote]

 

... oh.

 

So is a low roll good or bad when rolling for SAN?

 

Bad, I guess.

 

It's not like we're rolling for our own SAN, so whatever.

 

Yeah, about that...

 

I thought, we were about to traumatize our attorney, not having a PTSD episode.

 

If, say, a guy named Sam fails his SAN roll, he might cause some trouble, but he won't hurt himself. If Angela, who is standing right next to Sam, fails her SAN roll, she might kill him.

Guess where we're standing.

 

Across the street in the SAN loss proof bunker

 

[X]Full disclosure. "First, would you like some tea? You will need it, I promise."

 

Meh. We're at the physical level of a Servant. If she tries to hurt anyone, we're more than capable of restraining her until she calms down.

 

How embarrassing that any sort of Urd Expy would need a San roll for this.

I would have suggested opening up by projecting a steel rose.

 

[X]The half truth.

 

Archer steeples his fingers. "My tale is long, complicated and more than a little extraordinary. I'll ask you listen to me seriously and keep an open mind."

The lawyer looks back serenely. "Hit me."

"Are you familiar with magic?"

An elegant eyebrow rises. "Familiar?"

Archer shakes his head. Since Zelretch had pointed him in T&A's direction, he'd hoped for at least a flash of recognition. No such luck. "The first thing I remember is a fire..."

Archer talks.

And talks.

Then talks some more.

Urd makes it easy, really. She listens with rapt attention, her only reaction to his outlandish story is to ask pertinent questions and clarifications. Ethereal blades growing out of his arms barely manage to crack her supreme cool. The massive Kanshou & Bakuya, the impossible length of Bizen Osafune Nagamitsu or the seven branched blade of Tenno Jingu are all much larger than his limbs but she takes them instride, utterly unruffled their appearance. She admire the fine steel, how the light breaks on the edge in a multitude of hue.

"Do you have Excalibur, too?"

He humors her.

She looks at the blade, slightly downcast. "It looks quite... ordinary."

Then it starts glowing.

"Whoa." She draws back, her eyes taking an almost speculative gleam. "Now we're talking."

When Archer finishes thalking, she is all professionnal detachment again. "So to sum it up, you are the reincarnated soul of an international mercenary from an alternate universe with no Britannia."

Nod.

"You somehow ended up and as such there's no legal basis for your existence anywhere on the planet.

*sigh* Nod.

"Not two days after your arrival, you stumbled upon the secret underground fortress of one of the richest, most influential and powerful man in history."

Shrug.

"That man gave you the keys to his kingdom. Just like that.""

Nod?

"Oh, and both of you are wizards."

... Nod.

Urd blows out a long breath. " Good thing I didn't come expecting an easy job. You have yourself a lawyer, Mr Archer. I promise you I'll do everything in my power to put you in a position where you can pay me." She smiles impishly and offer him her hand.


Archer shakes it firmly.

He can't even cry out when his muscles and organs lock up, and he collapses without a sound.

Archer twitches on the ground, stunned by the suprisingly powerful electrick shock. Urd crouches down, removing a glove to reveal the wrist-mounted electronic device in her palm. "Self defense taser. Never meet strangers without it." She winks. "As an expert of law, I have a strong belief I can best represent you while you sit in a nice, padded white room. Why, I'm sure you'll have a eager public for your next magic tricks!"

Archer's hands stop twitching.

She zaps him again. "Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of everything."

Urd turns away and take out her phone. Then an explosion rocks the building.

"The hell?" Urd cries out. She takes one hesitant look at Archer's still form before running to the balcony.

A small army of Britannian troops crowds the lakeside. Halfway through the bridge, an armored vehicle has been turned into smoking scrap and three floors below, a man in a green uniform put down a rocket launcher.

Urd's blood freezes in her vein. "Terrorist."

She backpedals quickly.

And lands right into Archer. "They've retracted the side bridges, too. Unless there's an underground route, They got their bottleneck."

Archer stops Urd's frightened swing easily. "Would you mind stopping that? We have a far more immediate problem right now."

*ding*

The elevator opens in the penthouse's hall and Archer moves the two of them out of sight as he counts the footsteps coming from inside. Four sets with the rythm and coordination of military training. One more lag behind, light and casual.

Five men in total.

"You fancy yourself a superhero, right." Urd whispers urgently. "Then do something!"

Do what?

[] Go in. Those guys are nothing against you!
[] Go Up. Urd would be safer on the roof.
[] Go down. Better avoid battle for now.
[] You're a magus? Use magic! "Zelretch, Set up!"

 

Did she just try and kidnap us? hahahaha I like her style.

[X] Go Up. Urd would be safer on the roof.