Arume RP bread 9(8(7(6?)?)?)

>shidd. try to navigate my way home without getting mugged.

>Make a mental note of its location, then go back to cleaning
>Shift a sofa or two to clean underneath them if necessary

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You backtrack and finally arrive back home, which is... Still in the middle of the slums and completely devoid of anything even mildly interesting, except for a postcard left in front of your door.

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You accidentally knock down one of the fancy chairs while moving it, causing the pillows and the fancy piece of cloth covering it to fall down over the dusty parts of the carpet.
The loud clatter appears to attract the weird-ass girl from before, who peeks out from the hallway.
"Newbie, what are you doing? You're making a mess..."

>pick up the postcard and read it

"Nyeh?! I was just moving it onto the floor while . . . while I clean the chair-nya!"
>Wipe down the chair, then set the pillows back on it
"S-see? And, uh, is everything okay with you-nya?"

Jean Bélanger
St. James street
Third Layer

13/5/2038

Dear Thomas, following your successful clearing of the locust hives from within the city's surroundings, and the liquidation of the sole registered specimen of a grade V creature in the victinity, the Ruling Council has decided to extend to you and every single member of your crew this invitation to formally become a member of the Corps .
I heavily recommend you accept - After all, we have enough evidence of you using illegal weaponry of Arume origins and I can guarantee we'd be more than willing to present it at a court should you refuse.

Regards
Secretary Bélanger

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You manage to put the chair off to the side and clean it up shorly afterwards - the fat fuck will probably notice nothing as long as he doesn't look carefully.
"O-Oh... Yeah, I'm okay! You heard nothing upstairs, right?"
The girl's speech pattern is a bit odd, and what little cheerfulness is still present appears to be rather forced.
"Well, please be a bit more careful, okay? Since you're new, you're suposed to be under my care, so if you mess up I'll be the one getting punished!"

"yare yare.. these people..."
>head inside
"i'll sleep for now"
>go to sleep

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"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I'll try to be more careful-nya."
>Something fishy is going on here and I've got to find out what
"Well, I'll just go back to cleaning, nyow. Do you knyow where the Master is?"
>Start wiping down some more surfaces to make the question seem a little less suspect

Dubs
You make your way inside and lay on the bed (Or some similarly soft piece of furniture, in case you've no bed)
Soon afterwards you're drifting off to sleep, tired from the day's events - Though, to be fair, it's merely the middle of the afternoon.

You open your eyes only to find yourself in the middle of a barricaded building.
The windows are rather messily covered, allowing you to get a peek at the foggy outside of the building.
It smells like oceanic breeze and rotten fish.

"I-I wouldn't recommend trying to meet with him just yet, newbie... But if you must meet him right now, Mr. Breckenridge should be upstairs"
The girl appears reluctant to divulge the information, but it doesn't seem to be out of malice or an actual desire to keep the data from you.
The dog at her feet whimpers a bit.

let's say i just got a mattress
>look around inside the building for any clues as to where i am

>Look a bit uneasy after seeing the dog
"O-oh, right. Okay-nya."
>Commence the great clean
"We should probably get to work, then-nya. We wouldn't want to disappoint him."

You take a look around the inside of the rundown building covered in makeshift barricades, noticing... Nothing very telling.
It's a tall, ancient-looking building that appears to have been repurposed as a warehouse only to be abandoned afterwards. The smell of humidity and rotting wood first cut at least a century ago mixes in with the smell of fish and sea breeze coming from outside the dilapidated building.
Pieces of rubble litter the floor and there is no furniture whatsoever.
You hear the sound of a body slamming against the old boards covering up then main entrance, causing your grip to tighten against the grip of your (Pick a weapon fgt)

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The girl notices your discomfort, beckoning the dog to hide behind her as she picks up a dustpan and another broom and gets to cleaning the other side of the fuckhuge, cluttered lounge.
"Y-yeah, we should! I just realised something... What's your name, newbie? I haven't asked yet"

"Ave. What about you?"
>Scrub scrub scrub
>Sweep sweep sweep
>Dust dust dust

>take my waraxe and go to the sound

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You lift up your glorious waraxe with some effort and head towards the main entrance.
One of the boards being used to barricade the place shatters, the tiny splinters of the rotting material embedding themselves into the disgusting limb that just forced its way through the makeshift barricade.
It's a squamous, greyish green, gangly-looking arm ending in a set of pointed claws. The smell of rotting fish entrails becomes stronger and you can hear a series of snarls coming from outside the door.

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"I'm... Montse- Mon.. Montserrat! I don't know what the hell were my parents thinking... Anyways, enough chit chat!"
You both go back to cleaning the lounge - Montserrat moves the chairs out of the way herself this time, apparently not trusting you to do it without knocking anything over.
The dog, however, walks over to you and stares at the kitteh currently resting atop your head.
It lets out a single sharp bark.

>CHOP HIS FUCKING ARM OFF
"DIE"

>Jump back from the dog and strike a fighting pose for a second, before composing myself and trying to ignore the stupid creature
>"Monsterrat huh," I think. "Like I'm going to buy such a stupid name..."
>Go back to cleaning
>Eye up 'Monsterrat' and see if I can tell roughly how old hse might be

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The creature's arm gets lopped off easily by the might of your axe, fetid blood mixing with the almost liquid marros running off the being's puny little fish bones.
An extremely autistic screech of pain later and the Deep One is running away from the door. You can see a staircase leading upstairs on a side of the room and hear more frantic slamming of the clumsy barricades coming from around you, but the main entrance is now clear.

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In your surprise at the foul being barking up at your kitteh you leap away, somehow not knocking anything down or causing your kitty to fall off your head
Montserrat hears the bark and comes closer, picking up the dog and carrying it off to some other room before going back to cleaning alongside you.
Taking advantage of her proximity, you notice she looks roughly the same age as you, give or take two years at most.

>try to find a way out of this place

>Cleanse the filth
>"I wonder how she ended up in a job like this..."
>Humm a happy little tune to try and lighten the mood in the air, before asking her a question
"Do you knyow much about Master-nya?"

One (1) door barricaded with rotting planks and free of fishfags trying to rape you to death.
One (1) staircase, leading both to a basement and a second floor. Judging by the sea breeze coming from up there, the windows are unblocked,
One (1) exit barricaded with slightly stronger boards and covered with fishfags trying to rape you to death.
Three (3) windows you'd probably be able to jump through, barricaded with rotten boards and only a Deep One or two outside.
Three (3) windows solidly boarded up, no Deep Ones there.
Pick you absolute faggot.

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"Err... Not really, I've been here for half a year at most, and he's rather secretive... He's been having trouble finding employees lately, something about being stingy with the money he's willing to pay and all.."
She takes a deep breath for a second before daring to speak again, in a much lower tone of voice
"And don't tell him I told you, but.. He gets rather violent, sometimes. I'd recommend you find an excuse to quit this job soon, Ave."

THE FIRST ONE. USE MY AXE AND BREAK THE BOARDS.

>Think out loud
"Oh . . . Sounds like I might have made the right choice taking on this job, after all-nya."
>Look to Monsterrat
"Don't worry about me-nya. I can handle myself."
>Finish cleaning the lounge

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You rip and tear the boards blocking the entrance and the sudden change of atmosphere hits you like a hammer.
Where before you were in a cold though bearable house of humid and rotting air, now you're almost freezing and can barely see anything in front of you due to the thick, fetid fog that shrouds the entirety of the accursed village, not to mention the fetid smell of the trail of dark blood the Deep One you'd just killed left while running away.
Struggling to see through the mist, you notice the old warehouse you woke up at is right beside the shore and the dumb fishfags are still trying to break into it.
Far off in the distance, you see some sort of megalith jutting out of the sea and it appears to be growing. Thankfully for your sanity, it's too far away to tell what it is.

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"Right choice? After what I told you? J-just what are you planning to do here?"
Montserrat appears confused by your stray thought being voiced aloud, lifting a single eyebrow .
"W-well, if you're sure... He should be upstairs, but please... Stay safe, and don't tell him I told you"
You finish cleaning half the lounge, leaving the other half for Montserrat to clean up.
You knock the little golden statue from before over, however, revealing just what it was shaped like...
A FUCKING seagull.
There truly is no God.

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>try to find a boat

>Put the statue back upright
"I'm here to clean, of course."
>Smile at her and wander out of the room with a feather duster
>Creep up the stairs and see if I can find the man

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You find a small boat tied to a large wooden pole buried in the sand, keeping the boat from being dragged off by the sea currents.
However, the wounded Deep One from before sits in the boat, cradling his severed stump .

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"Ehh... If you say so"
The girl seems genuinely worried now, and she hugs her dog out of fear.
The little mutt's tail is tucked between its legs now.
You make your way upstairs silently, wandering around the considerably smaller top floor of the building looking for this "Breckenridge" faggot.
You spot him sitting around in what appears to be an opulent office, furiously typing away on a keyboard.
Fat fuck has yet to notice you sneaking around.

>CHOP HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF, AND THEN GO TO THE MEGALITH WITH THE BOAT

>Stop sneaking and walk over to the office door
>Knock on the doorframe and enter my full-on cute (and quite possibly manipulative) mode
"Nyaho, Master! You look all tight there, hard at work, would you like a massage to help relax-nya?"

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You behead the pathetic humanoid with little effort and kick both the putrescent, slimy corpse and the head off the border of the boat and into the dark depths of the ocean.
Afterwards, you slice off the piece of rope keeping the boat from being taken away by the ocean and allow the currents to take you deeper, making you approach the megalith...
You realise the massive, roughly carved block of white-coloured stone is actually chained and being fiercely gripped by a hideous, massive being bearing a vague resemblance to the ugly motherfucking fishfags you've met before.

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"I don't recognise you. I recall the new maid I hired didn't look a bit like you, either. How did you get in?"
The rich fat fuck isn't swayed by the cutesy tone of voice or the offer of a massage - after getting threatened by the last group of people he hired, he was in no mood to act leniently to any employees who stepped out of line anymore.

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>get closer to him and see his reaction to me

"Hmmm, she fell ill shortly before she was meant to start today-nya, so she got me to stand-in for her. I'm surprised she didn't say, sorry. That's why I came up here, to introduce myself-nya. I'll be sure to work extra hard until she's better!"

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The being turns to stare at you with disinterest, his grip on the massive carved monolith tightening as his voice begins to sound.
You feel fetid aeons-old breath coming off the entity's mouth in waves as his voice rumbles out
"WHAT DO YOU SEEK HERE, MORTAL? HOW DARE YOU STAND BEFORE ME, AFTER SLAUGHTERING ONE OF MY BRETHREN?"
As imposing as the foul being's voice is, he doesn't seem to actually give half a shit about the dead Deep Ones you've left in your wake.

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"Not buying that shit"
The man pushes himself off the chair and grabs you by the neck, squeezing enough for it to cause pain but not enough to cut off the flow of air or blood.
"Who sent you? Answer me, you whore!"

“Yes. Your brethren are plenty, I doubt you have feelings for each and every one. They were expendable. I’m here to make a deal. GIVE ME POWER!”

>Pressure point his arm on the joint so that he drops me
>Lurch forward and smack him in the back of the knees to make him fall on the floor
>Drop the cutesy act
"I came by myself, looking for a job. And, I would've given you that massage, you knyow?"

>Laughs in fire man

At that a deep, rasping bark of laughter escapes the great abomination's lipless mouth
"YOU DARE PRETEND TO KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN MY MIND? YOU'RE NOT FAR OFF, HUMAN, BUT YOU'RE IN NO POSITION TO DEMAND ANYTHING FROM ME!"
The creature's tail wraps around your abdomen, lifting you up to Father Dagon's face.
His maw opens up once more, and his tail flicks you into the horrid being's needle-fanged mouth where you're ground to a bloody paste by his multiple serrated teeth.
You awaken in your lone mattress, covered in cold sweat.

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The fat fuck drops to the floor on his knees, his face slamming against the floor with a loud noise afterwards
He composes himself, rolling off to the side and slowly pulling himself back to his feet
"Doesn't matter. I'm calling the police if you don't leave this seco-"
"Don't touch the newbie!"
The fat fuck gets interrupted mid-threat by the weird girl downstairs who had rushed up after hearing the hit, fearing he'd beaten you.

You arrive back at the camp, loudly announcing to everyone that your newly made contraption is fully functional this time.
The vast majority of people don't know shit about what you're talking about, and half the ones that do know are too busy shivering and crying on the floor to acknowledge your triumph.

>"it was just a dream..."
>drink some cold water and then look at the letter
"what should i do..."
>exit and being going to the address

"It means I can set things on fire even better now! Friend or foe!"

"Hmmm, Monsterrat?"

You down a glass of cold water to shake off the eerie feeling you've been left with after waking up from the nightmare.
Afterwards, you make your wait out of the house and begin the long trip up to the third layer.

A horrified silence descends on the camp, realisation dawning on them. The PTSD fags stop crying for a second, and nothing but complete and utter quietude is heard.
Not even the firing of guns or cawing of birds pierces through the silence.
Then you can hear the PTSD guy handing out fire extinguishers to everyone he can get to while quietly praying.

"Montserrat, not monsterrat! And... Huh? You're unharmed?"

>tfw can't use the song now since i already used it.
>keep walking

"Nyep! Master was just walking out of the room when he tripped-nya."

"Well, off to burn down the forest!"
>go and napalm the fuck out of the Arume forest like it's Vietnam

You arrive at the building a short while afterwards, the place looks well cared for, compared to most other areas you've been to lately.
A couple of uniformed people are standing guard outside, and you can recognise a couple of the other men the fat fuck hired earlier heading for the entrance, too.

"I... I'm sure that's what happened! Mr. Breckenridge is so clumsy, right?"
The girl's tone of voice is rather hesitant at first, but soon afterwards it takes on a slightly harsher tone - She's most likely swallowing her doubts in order to take advantage of the excuse you just provided
"You dumb bitch, she fucking threw me on the ground after sneaking into the place! I didn't even hire her! What the fuck were you thinking, letting her in?!"

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Everyone collectively let out the breath they were holding in - Nobody, NOBODY liked the idea of being anywhere near you when you had any sort of incendiary material.
Heading into the Arume forest, however, your bursts of napalm were aimed too high and it was now slowly dripping from the treetops to the ground- and towards you. Not to mention the irritating and possibly toxic gasses being released in the smoke of the plants being slowly burnt to a crisp by your glorious napalm spewer.

>head inside with them
"why are you lads here?"

"I wouldn't have thrown you on the ground if you hadn't grabbed me by the nyeck. After I cleaned your kitchen and lounge, too-nya."
>Eye up the room, searching for any objects that could be used as a weapon in case I need to defend myself
>Also try to spot anything that might be useful for my task of gathering information on the guy
"Nyow, don't take your anger out on Monsterrat."

>back away from the napalm dripping down from the trees like flaming cummies and continue spraying it inside the forest

"You got the letter too, aye? They're holding a knife to our necks, for associating with some guy who carries illegal alien tech. I don't really give a shit since working for the Corps is better than just freelancin' anyways, but this shit still makes me pissed"

"You just fucking snuck into my house, you fucking... I'm calling the police. Now get the fuck out of here, both of you!"
There's some hefty-looking decorative swords and shit laying around. Most likely unsharpened, but probably useful as clubs. As for info gathering, there's the computer the guy was using and there seem to be a couple of folders in the drawer beside it.

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You charge deeper into the forest in order to avoid the falling napalm and keep burning shit up, but some of it falls on top of you... Straight over the clumsily sealed containers of napalm your little makeshift flamethrower was using to carry their fuel.
It's not burning yet, but it should burn throughout the patchwork seals that litter the container's surface and light up the napalm inside soon.

Bread end.