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[h3][color=Chocolate]~Chieko Okawa~[/color][/h3][/center]
Main Road
Death count: 1
Reset Count: 4
[@Crusader Lord][@FamishedPants][@BrokenPromise]
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They were swarmed, but it was easy. These cultists and bandits were mere fodder. The heavy club Chieko was wielding slammed into one bandit's head. A sickening [i]crack[/i] was heard, but she couldn't let it bother her. She focused on the good that she was doing - saving people. Every cultists she whacked, meant potentially one more person that they couldn't hurt. A few even ended up on the receiving end of a fire blast. Still - she was scared. Nervous. No matter how confident she looked.

But then, someone who clearly was the leader of these degenerate evil doers showed himself. Some...elf? Who was obviously totally crazy. The mention of Lust and Witches gave her pause, but no more than a second. She couldn't let her thoughts wander. She briefly registered Flame.

[color=chocolate]"Hmph. So the villainous rival is coming, is he?"[/color] Chieko replied in her mildly over the top fashion, but before she could get lost in her own words again, a beast went right for Eiko. Not if she could help it. Before the beast could hurt the small bird girl, Chieko bolted over to the beast, bringing her club slamming into the side of the creatures head, hopefully at least knocking it off the girl.

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[h3][color=slategray]Mie Yukima[/color][/h3][/center]
[@BrokenPromise]
Golden Quarter
Deaths: N/A
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It took some time. More than she liked to have admitted. Getting there was easy, but getting in was a bit more difficult. With the cultists attack, all of the servants and the few soldiers had fortified the estate. Some even decided to use the rooftop for a vantage point. Normally she could just have waltzed in. In fact, perhaps that would have been better. She could slip in as someone simply looking for sanctuary. She had no doubt that she could talk her way out of seeming suspicious, and if they tried, she had ways of hiding her weapons still.

Pulling herself up onto a balcony, Mie considered her options for a moment.

Covering up a hit among a chaotic attack was simply a too good of a way to get away with murder. Perhaps at some point, she might have hesitated, but now there was nothing. She didn't care. Passion? No, this wasn't out of any such base desire as passion. She just wanted her next paycheck. Money was one of the few things she cared about, and this was far too good of a deal to pass up. After all, money was the only thing [i]anyone[/i] ever cared about. Dangle a fortune in front of someone, and they'd betray their friends. Kill their family. She had seen it plenty of times. Take someone's money, and they'd have nothing left. They'd end up on the streets, broken and lost. Someone could get away with murder if they had enough money for the right people to look the other way. She should know.

The corners of Mie's mouth twitched as she heard some servants move just inside the room. She had perched herself on a balcony. Observing, just for a moment. There was a [i]lot[/i] of movement. Not to mention the guards that were outside. She counted almost a dozen, if she didn't miss any in her quick count. The place was quickly turning into a small defensive fortification. Which meant doing this quick and messy was out of the question. She could handle a few guards, but a small army of them? And that wasn't accounting for however many servants may decide to forfeit their lives for Vertti.

Ah, she almost wanted to find out just how entertaining they'd be.

Pushing the thought from her mind, Mie moved into the manor. Most of the upstairs area seemed free of people. No doubt the lower levels were being used as fortifications and to hold any civilians that happened by. Thankfully, she knew where some spare uniforms were kept. No one would question an extra foxy maid hired by Vertti. No one ever did.

So she ditched the cultist garb, trading them for a maid uniform. For now she'd play the part of a maid. Now she just had to wait for Vertti, and avoid being seen by her and Grisaia.