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[LP CYOA] Spiral
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You use the same sort of saw to remove plaster casts, because it will not penetrate the skin.
So no, it'd be worthless as a cutting weapon. You could use it as a blunt object, but would probably be better off with something else.
So no, it'd be worthless as a cutting weapon. You could use it as a blunt object, but would probably be better off with something else.
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“So… W-What is your type?”
“Type? What do you mean, type?”
The whirring blade is lowered closer and closer to your exposed wrist. “The type of man that attracts your interest.”
“What type of stupid question is that?” Maeda stares at you in disbelief. Surely this is not the best place to make a pass at her? Her fingers grip even more tightly onto your arm, out of a mix of embarrassment and anger. Alright, it’s more stable now. You nod to yourself and quickly take the chance to proceed with the operation. Gritting your teeth, you touch the saw to your wrist. There is a low, grinding noise; the saw chews through the bone with ease, sinking deep with the slightest push. Not for long, though. It snags, making a sputtering noise that you echo with your lips. You let out a strangled cry – you must have accidentally struck a nerve in your haste – and almost drop the saw. Pulling the instrument out, you take a huge gulp of air while watching the blood trickle from your twitching, half-severed hand, now only connected to your arm by a sliver of bone.
“A-Are you alright?” Maeda loosens her hold on your forearm in concern.
“I’m fine. Going… going back to what I asked… it’s a serious question,” you gasp. “I’m guessing that… your fiancé is the type of guy you like? I-I mean… he would have to be, since you’re engaged to him…”
“Well…”
“Or is it your childhood friend… what was his name again? Shinohara?”
“Definitely not.” Her grip tightens again. “Just hurry up, will you?” When you chuckle in response, Maeda begins scowling at you. Right… I should probably get back to work. Trying your best not to scream, you push the buzzing saw in again, this time cutting off the useless hand completely. A spurt of blood almost hits you in the eye. Done.
Now comes the tricky part – suturing the wound shut with only one hand. You fumble for the sewing kit, but your fingers are starting to become unresponsive. This is bad. Did I miscalculate? You almost knock the box off the table trying to grab the needle. Alarmed, Maeda reaches over and pushes it back into a less precarious position.
“Hey, don’t act strong if you aren’t up to it.”
You wipe away the sweat from your brow and shake your head. “It’s okay. I’ll… I’ll manage.”
“Like hell you are,” she snarls, snatching the kit away from you. “What’s left to do… sewing up the wound, right? I can do that. Just hold still and stop being a bother.”
You had left flaps of skin hanging from your wrist during the operation so that they could be used to close the wound. Maeda takes to your instructions easily – she’s a swift learner – and starts working intently on your stump.
“So… Maeda-san…”
“Yes, what is it?”
“You… still haven’t answered my question.”
She stabs your arm with the needle.
***
“When did you get so full of yourself, Shinoseki?” Maeda folds her arms, scowling as usual as you inspect the bandages at the end of your right arm. “Trying to figure out the type of man I like… as if there is any single type that deserves my preference.”
“I-I was just trying to make small talk,” you stutter, attempting to defend yourself. “It helped calm you down, didn’t… didn’t it?”
She grinds her teeth, not wanting to admit that it helped. “So, are you feeling well enough now?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Probably, yes,” you nod, “They still haven’t come back, so we do need to start looking for them… I think.” You had been incapacitated for a few hours after the operation, and it is only in the last hour that you have mustered up enough strength to sit up without being racked with excruciating pain. Even then, Uehara and the others were yet to return. “Something must have happened to them,” you mutter.
You stand up, still shaky on your feet. Maeda’s arms come unfolded. “Hey-“
“It’s okay, Maeda-san. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”
“…stop saying that.”
“Saying… what?”
“That it’ll be okay. It’s annoying. I… don’t like it.” She bites her lower lip and turn away. “Can we get a move on?”
You shrug helplessly. If it’s what she wants… Moving towards the door of the ward, you open it and step forward…
track: song
Onto grass. Your feet carry you forward in astonishment for another two steps before you stop and stare at the hospital’s courtyard. The doors to the ward swing shut behind you. Was this… But when Maeda-san came in…
She seems just as surprised as you are. “Shinoseki… what is going on here?”
There is a song, carried on the wind, clear and ethereal.
Dance, the night falls.
The Witch’s song.
The Maiden’s song.
The reunion song.
“Where were we, Maeda-san?” you ask, looking around you. Everything matches your memory of the courtyard – you are standing outside the main building. The research facility can be seen opposite you, though to get there you must still traverse the winding path leading through the trees. The song appears to be coming from the direction of the Juunimon tree, where the sakaki trees lead.
“We were… in the building that housed the specialist wards,” Maeda mumbles quietly, trying to grasp the strange twist in locations. “If we left the ward, we would have come to a corridor that leads back to the research facility… wait. Wait, wait. Just hold on a minute. Shinoseki, do you hear that singing, or is it just me?”
You nod. You do. A tingle runs down your spine. A sense of familiarity. Of nostalgia.
***
23:00
A. You press ahead to the research facility, through the courtyard just like you did hours earlier. You have already provided the offering so there should be no more problems with safe passage. There is no more time to waste; you need to meet up with Uehara and the rest as soon as you can.
B. You turn back and open the doors you passed through. It might lead to the main building… or it might lead to the specialist wards… or it might lead somewhere else entirely. Still, you feel it is better than crossing the courtyard again. You’ll find your way to the research building from there.
C. You head towards the Juunimon tree. There is someone there. You can feel it.
“Type? What do you mean, type?”
The whirring blade is lowered closer and closer to your exposed wrist. “The type of man that attracts your interest.”
“What type of stupid question is that?” Maeda stares at you in disbelief. Surely this is not the best place to make a pass at her? Her fingers grip even more tightly onto your arm, out of a mix of embarrassment and anger. Alright, it’s more stable now. You nod to yourself and quickly take the chance to proceed with the operation. Gritting your teeth, you touch the saw to your wrist. There is a low, grinding noise; the saw chews through the bone with ease, sinking deep with the slightest push. Not for long, though. It snags, making a sputtering noise that you echo with your lips. You let out a strangled cry – you must have accidentally struck a nerve in your haste – and almost drop the saw. Pulling the instrument out, you take a huge gulp of air while watching the blood trickle from your twitching, half-severed hand, now only connected to your arm by a sliver of bone.
“A-Are you alright?” Maeda loosens her hold on your forearm in concern.
“I’m fine. Going… going back to what I asked… it’s a serious question,” you gasp. “I’m guessing that… your fiancé is the type of guy you like? I-I mean… he would have to be, since you’re engaged to him…”
“Well…”
“Or is it your childhood friend… what was his name again? Shinohara?”
“Definitely not.” Her grip tightens again. “Just hurry up, will you?” When you chuckle in response, Maeda begins scowling at you. Right… I should probably get back to work. Trying your best not to scream, you push the buzzing saw in again, this time cutting off the useless hand completely. A spurt of blood almost hits you in the eye. Done.
Now comes the tricky part – suturing the wound shut with only one hand. You fumble for the sewing kit, but your fingers are starting to become unresponsive. This is bad. Did I miscalculate? You almost knock the box off the table trying to grab the needle. Alarmed, Maeda reaches over and pushes it back into a less precarious position.
“Hey, don’t act strong if you aren’t up to it.”
You wipe away the sweat from your brow and shake your head. “It’s okay. I’ll… I’ll manage.”
“Like hell you are,” she snarls, snatching the kit away from you. “What’s left to do… sewing up the wound, right? I can do that. Just hold still and stop being a bother.”
You had left flaps of skin hanging from your wrist during the operation so that they could be used to close the wound. Maeda takes to your instructions easily – she’s a swift learner – and starts working intently on your stump.
“So… Maeda-san…”
“Yes, what is it?”
“You… still haven’t answered my question.”
She stabs your arm with the needle.
***
“When did you get so full of yourself, Shinoseki?” Maeda folds her arms, scowling as usual as you inspect the bandages at the end of your right arm. “Trying to figure out the type of man I like… as if there is any single type that deserves my preference.”
“I-I was just trying to make small talk,” you stutter, attempting to defend yourself. “It helped calm you down, didn’t… didn’t it?”
She grinds her teeth, not wanting to admit that it helped. “So, are you feeling well enough now?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Probably, yes,” you nod, “They still haven’t come back, so we do need to start looking for them… I think.” You had been incapacitated for a few hours after the operation, and it is only in the last hour that you have mustered up enough strength to sit up without being racked with excruciating pain. Even then, Uehara and the others were yet to return. “Something must have happened to them,” you mutter.
You stand up, still shaky on your feet. Maeda’s arms come unfolded. “Hey-“
“It’s okay, Maeda-san. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”
“…stop saying that.”
“Saying… what?”
“That it’ll be okay. It’s annoying. I… don’t like it.” She bites her lower lip and turn away. “Can we get a move on?”
You shrug helplessly. If it’s what she wants… Moving towards the door of the ward, you open it and step forward…
track: song
Onto grass. Your feet carry you forward in astonishment for another two steps before you stop and stare at the hospital’s courtyard. The doors to the ward swing shut behind you. Was this… But when Maeda-san came in…
She seems just as surprised as you are. “Shinoseki… what is going on here?”
There is a song, carried on the wind, clear and ethereal.
Dance, the night falls.
The Witch’s song.
The Maiden’s song.
The reunion song.
“Where were we, Maeda-san?” you ask, looking around you. Everything matches your memory of the courtyard – you are standing outside the main building. The research facility can be seen opposite you, though to get there you must still traverse the winding path leading through the trees. The song appears to be coming from the direction of the Juunimon tree, where the sakaki trees lead.
“We were… in the building that housed the specialist wards,” Maeda mumbles quietly, trying to grasp the strange twist in locations. “If we left the ward, we would have come to a corridor that leads back to the research facility… wait. Wait, wait. Just hold on a minute. Shinoseki, do you hear that singing, or is it just me?”
You nod. You do. A tingle runs down your spine. A sense of familiarity. Of nostalgia.
***
23:00
A. You press ahead to the research facility, through the courtyard just like you did hours earlier. You have already provided the offering so there should be no more problems with safe passage. There is no more time to waste; you need to meet up with Uehara and the rest as soon as you can.
B. You turn back and open the doors you passed through. It might lead to the main building… or it might lead to the specialist wards… or it might lead somewhere else entirely. Still, you feel it is better than crossing the courtyard again. You’ll find your way to the research building from there.
C. You head towards the Juunimon tree. There is someone there. You can feel it.
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During the final confrontation, Senya digs deep and makes peace with his nature. Now, having accepted the pimping inside himself, he raises his hand and slaps the uppity ho running this hospital.
I think this has potential.
During the final confrontation, Senya digs deep and makes peace with his nature. Now, having accepted the pimping inside himself, he raises his hand and slaps the uppity ho running this hospital.
I think this has potential.
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a cut of domestic sheep prime
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Wait...d won? Crap. Now I feel bad about summoning the MHD into the lp...
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You mean:
The wall explodes inward in a burst of concrete and ceramic fragments. As the dust clears, a couple walks through the newly formed entrance. The taller of the two, the man, has a cheerful, cocky grin on his face, while the short girl, her face almost invisible under her long bangs, looks impassive even in the aftermath of the destruction. She is the first to speak.
“You know… I have a pass card…”
“Oh, yeah. That’s right. You’re working here as a doctor, aren’t you?”
“Yes, so that was… unnecessary…”
“Hey, it’s not like we’ll get billed for any repairs, and… oh boy, this place is really messed up, isn’t it?” He whistles, surveying the bloody corridors. “It’s almost as if Master dropped by for a visit.”
“Focus. We need to finish this decisively…”
“I know, I know, wrap up the job, get one step closer to going home. Right. Exorcism. I can do that. What do I need to kiss here, the walls? The floor? No? Oh, how about that creepy old man standing over there… That’s right, I’m talking to you, the one with the shiny cane! Hey, geezer! Pucker up!”
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