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The walk to Theresa's house is a massive departure from how the rest of the day was. No embarrassment or houses catching fire or blowing up or any of that, just a pleasant neighborhood in stroll in a pretty dress.

And even more surprisingly, I'm not even a little bit tired when I finally make it to my destination. I'm usually wanting to take a seat by now but I actually feel like I can keep on going for twice this distance... I guess my early-morning jogging hell sessions have actually paid off some.

"Hey Cecile," Theresa says, greeting me with a smile as she opens up the door. "Happy Easter and all......"

And then she looks down at what I'm wearing.

"...uh..."


>teasing is the best greeting
>don't tease the theresa

>>43154558
>teasing is the best greeting

>>43154558
>teasing is the best greeting

>>43154558
>don't tease the theresa

>>43154558
>don't tease the theresa
It's probably not a good idea to do anything that might encourage Otheresa to come out.

>>43154558
>>teasing is the best greeting

>>43154537
Yes, let's introduce our inner murderhobo to our parents.

>>43154558
>don't tease the theresa
She wanted to talk about something that seemed at least somewhat serious. So we should try and be nice.

Anyone else having problems posting?

>>43154558
>don't tease the theresa
It's basically our normal attire, she shouldn't be too surprised.

>writing

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"New dress," I say while gently pulling on the collar of my bolero. "It looks nice, right?"
"Umm... yeah," Theresa nods repeatedly. "Really nice."
"I haven't been able to wear one of these since-"

On second thought, it's probably not a good idea for me to be mentioning that say so casually.

"...anyways, it's new," I say.
"Dressed in your Easter best, huh," Theresa replies with a faint smile. "Well c'mon in before it starts to get chilly out there," she says, stepping aside so that I can enter the house.


>ask about her mom
>ask about how things are going with irene
>let's get straight to business

>>43155541
>ask about her mom

>>43155541
>>ask about her mom
>>ask about how things are going with irene

>>43155541
>ask about her mom
>ask about how things are going with irene

>>43155541
>ask about her mom
>ask about how things are going with irene

>writing

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"Heh, it feels like forever since the last time I was here," I say as I survey the vast expanses of Theresa's front hallway.
"What are you taking about," Theresa rolls her eyes at me, "you were here last week."

Oh yeah. I kind of was.

"That might be true," I shrug, "but it's been forever since the last time I was here on a -holiday-, you know?"
"...I guess so," Theresa shrugs. "Since I don't think birthdays count."
"Exactly!" I puff out my chest. "And your mother's usually off working when I'm able to stop by but since today's a holiday-"
"She's a NURSE, remember?" Theresa cuts me off. "Complete with a shitty work schedule."

And there goes my upbeat mood.


>[1/2]

>>43156278
>[2/2]


"Crap," I mumble. "So she even has to work Easter, huh."
"Yeah," Theresa replies, "but we were still able to have dinner together since she's got a late shift."
"Well I guess that makes up for it," I shrug.
"Yeah, she's getting ready to leave now..."

>go and say hi to theresamama
>let's talk about irene stuff now

>>43156428
>>go and say hi to theresamama

>>43156428
>>go and say hi to theresamama
might as well say hello before she leaves.

>>43156428
>go and say hi to theresamama

>>43156428
>go and say hi to theresamama

>>43156428
>go and say hi to theresamama

>writing

"So she's not gone yet?" I ask.
"No, I think I saw her in the kitchen before you got here," Theresa replies. "Why, you wanted to talk to her about something?"
"Not really," I reply, "I just wanted to say hi."

I don't waste any time in making my way to the kitchen to try and catch Theresa's mother before she leaves. Though I might not have anything in particular to talk to her about, she's still my friend's mom and it's only polite to say hello when I visit.


>[1/?]

>>43154537
>you go to check on theresa
>theresa

>over-chan is using her actual name now
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>>43156834
>[2/2]


I enter the kitchen just as Theresa's mother is in the middle of packing a plastic container with what I'm assuming are leftovers.

"Hey Mom," Theresa calls out, having followed me to the kitchen, "Cecile's here."
"Hm?" she turns away from her lunch(?) packing to face us... and starts smiling like the second she sees me. "Oh my God, Cecile!"

Ignoring her food, she runs over to me and gives me a big hug.

"You look SO cute in that dress!" Christine laughs.
"Heh, thanks," I reply while taking in all the admiration.
"Did you wear that to Church, or..."


>nope, it was a gift from my girlfriend that I put on right away
>nope, I'm wearing it just because

>>43157042
>>nope, I'm wearing it just because

>>43157042
>nope, I'm wearing it just because

>>43157042
>>nope, I'm wearing it just because

Also: CC you klutz, you forgot to wish Theresa a happy Easter!

If Theresa’s family time is over (other than perhaps the brother?) maybe she’ll want to surprise her not-yet girlfriend at CC’s home?

>writing

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"Nope," I shake my head, "I'm wearing it just because."
"Just because, huh..."n Christine laughs. "Well the look definitely suits you, Cecile!"

Her smile fades slightly as she turns to Theresa.

"My daughter could learn a thing or two from you, though..." she sighs. "I keep telling her that people're going to think she's a guy if she keeps on wearing nothing but hoodies and jeans all the time, but she never listens ever."
"Meh," Theresa rolls her eyes.
"I don't see why you're so opposed to it..." she groans. "You'd look absolutely adorable in a nice skirt or-"
"C'mon."

Before I even know what's going on, I find myself being pulled by Theresa out of the kitchen.

"Nice seeing you again, Christine!" I call out.
"Likewise!" she lsughs.


>irene-related matters
>she's probably not in the mood for anything aside from srs bizness

>>43157637
>Srs biz first.

>>43157637
wanna ask about other stuff but think I'll go with
>>she's probably not in the mood for anything aside from srs bizness

>writing

After we maker it to Theresa's room, she tightly closes the door behind us. Whatever it is that she wanted to talk about, it's very clear that she does not want her mother to know about it.

"Straight to business, huh," I say to her.
"Since you bothered to come all the way out here, I didn't want to waste your time with unimportant stuff," Theresa replies.

Theresa doublechecks the lock on her door, then walks over to the windows and closes all her blinds.

"Uh..." I can't deny that I'm starting to feel kind of uneasy about all this.

After every single possible way that someone could see inside the room has been dealt with, Theresa goes invisible. And since I don't want to bump into her by accident, I keep perfectly still until she blinks back into existence...

...and she's holding up a large rectangular object that's covered in a sheet.

"Uh," I point at it, "what is that?"
"Try not to freak out, okay?" Theresa asks, looking around the room one more time before she removes the sheet.

And just like I thought, it's a painting.


>how do I react?

>>43158108
A painting of what?

>"So… What am I looking at? Also, wouldn’t it be best if we were both, you know, invisible?"

>>43158108
Why do you have that?

>>43158108
Deciding to take this whole Kite-O thing in a new direction?

>>43158108
>>how do I react?
"Am I supposed to know what this means?"

>writing

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"...why do you have that?" I ask, pointing at the painting.
"Well, umm..." Theresa sighs, "...I stole it."
"What!?"

I can't freaking BELIEVE-

"What the hell, Theresa!?" I throw my hands in the air. "This is-" I take a deep breath. "Please do not tell me that you're going to be taking this kite thing seriously from here on out."

A "gentleman thief..." she's got the costume and she's already charmed the hell out of Gabrielle and now she's actually stealing stuff!?

"And if you're gonna be showing me your loot, shouldn't be both be invisible just in case?" I ask. "As paranoid as you are, I would've thought-"
"I -am- invisible," Theresa cuts me off. "Right now, you're the only person in the world who can see me -or- this painting. But you'd need to be touching me to get invisible too and I only have the two hands, you know?"
"........." I glare at her.


>[1/?]

>>43158527
>"Any particularly explainably good reason as to why you stole that?"

>>43158527
CC also has hands…

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>>43158527
>[2/2]

"First off," Theresa sighs, "this thing's stolen."
"Yeah it's stolen," I roll my eyes. "You're the one who did the stealing."
"No," she groans, "I meant... the person who I stole this thing from stole it."
"What."
"Or they bought it from someone who stole it, I dunno. There's databases online that you can look this shit up on and it's definitely been listed as stolen for like twenty years now."

Uh, wow.

"There were a few other paintings that were with this one," Theresa says. "But I didn't remember any of them from the database and I only had time to save this one before the entire place went up in flames."


>what are you going to do with this one here?
>wait, "flames?"

>>43158640
>>wait, "flames?"

>>43158640
>>wait, "flames?"

hehe, that name sounds funny. Silly german.But the messyness of that painting really irks me.

>>43158640
>Did you find out who burned it?

>writing

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"Wait," I back away. "Flames?"
"......." Theresa breathes a long sigh. "That's actually the other thing that I wanted to talk to you about."

After carefully returning the sheet around her stolen goods, Theresa vanishes for a few minutes in order to return it to wherever it is that she hid it. And when she returns, she's holding the white half-cape of her "Oscar" costume. The first thing I notice about it is that it seems... I dunno, stained? The white fabric's now that weird not-quite-brown that paper turns just before it burns up.

"Fortunately, I learned from last time and made replacements," Theresa says as she tosses me the mantle.

The gust that results from Theresa's throw is filled with the unmistakable scent of smoke.


>[1/?]

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>>43159068
>[2/2]


"Smoke damage?" I ask, looking at the garment in my hands... and then pushing it as far away as my arms can go because I'm scared that the smell will seep into my brand-new duds.
"Shit," Theresa winces and snatches it back. "Sorry, I wasn't even thinking..."
"It's fine," I shake my head. "Now back to this fire?"
"Umm, yeah," Theresa nods. "So I was out doing my thing a few nights ago, sneaking into the highrises downtown and seeing if I could find any interesting information by spying on businesspeople..."

unlike you, she does not give up when faced with adversity

you could learn from her

fool

"...so I heard this one executive VP guy bragging about how he had lots of 'rare treasures' in his private art collection so I decided to pay it a visit," Theresa says.
"And this is where you stole that painting?" I ask.
"Yeah," she replies. "My original plan was to take pictures of all his shit and then 'reclaim' the stuff that'd been stolen after talking to you and Mina about it..."


>but then someone spotted you?
>but then the place caught fire?

>>43159098
>>but then the place caught fire?
And in the excitement you let someone see you?

>>43159098
>But then someone spotted you?

>>43159098
>but then someone spotted you?

>writing

>>43159098
What does this choice even do? Does what happened changes depending on the vote?

"But then someone spotted you?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What?" Theresa stares at me. "No nobody spotted me," she says. "'That which does not exist,' remember?"
"Yeah," I reply, "but I was watching the news today and a reporter lady reporting on what I'm assuming is this mansion that you robbed was talking about a 'guy in a white mask and formalwear' and now I know that you were there, so..."

Theresa stands there stunned for a few seconds before letting loose a long, incoherent stream of profanity.


>[1/?]

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>>43159253
>[2/2]

"That stupid asshole," Theresa groans. "Barged in and-" she stops herself and takes a couple of long, calming breaths.

Needless to say, I'm completely lost here.

"Just fuckin' great," Theresa grumbles, "more heat that I DON'T need."
"What? Did something else happen?"
"Yeah," she sighs, "but apparently it's worse than I thought at first."

Oh boy.

"Just as I was bringing out my camera," Theresa says, "I got a Synapse."
"What."
"Yeah, that was my reaction," she replies. "So while I'm all frantic worrying that maybe this was another rich guy who had Branch holders working for him..." she closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. "this ASSHOLE shows up. Walks right out of the wall I was standing next to."
"Wait, like a hidden door?" I ask.
"No, like a fuckin' GHOST," she clarifies. "Guy wearing a stupid hat with a feather in it and a blank white half mask thing with a black ski mask under it and a white suit like mine."


>how do I react?

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>>43159328
Wait what!? There are more of you!?!?!?!

>>43159328
Major faux-pas dude, honor among thieves and all that.

>writing

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"W- wait," I hold up my hands like I'm pushing her way. "you're not the only kite around here? There are more of you!?"
"Unfortunately," Theresa groans, "that's what it's seeming like."
"Just great," I say, slumping over. "So what did this guy do? He couldn't see you, could he?"
"No, NOBODY can see me when I'm invisible."

This seems to be a point of pride for her.

"After he walked out of the wall, he strolled around the entire place like he didn't have a care in the world. Fuckin' jackass," she mutters under her breath. "I was VERY careful to stay way the hell out of his way while he did all this, mind."
"Okay."
"So while he's sizing everything up like he owns the place, I'm worried as hell that he was gonna set off an alarm or something... and just as I was about to zap his stupid ass, EVERY SINGLE ALARM IN THE BUILDING WENT OFF."


>[1/?]

>>43159498
>[2/2]

"Now at this point I'm freaking out HARD at this point for obvious reasons, but this other guy just walks over to the paintings and starts picking them up one by one like he doesn't even care," Theresa says.
"So he set them off on purpose?" I ask.
"I dunno, but it wouldn't surprise me," she says, shaking her head. "And while all this shit's going on, he just casually picks off paintings from the wall like it's no rush at all and then walks back through the wall when he couldn't carry any more."

I'm trying to picture this in my mind but it just seems completely ridiculous.

"So, uh..." I shrug, "...he didn't want the one you stole?" I ask.
"Oh, he probably did," Theresa replies. "But I grabbed it right after he walked through the wall the first time so it was invisible when he came back."
"Wait, he came..." I trail off.
"Yup," she nods. "He came back through the same wall, I guess he stashed the ones he took before coming back to pick off the rest of them."
"Wow."
"I wanted to fuck him up SO bad for ruining everything," Theresa grumbles, "but I had my hands full with the one painting that I was able to save and then I started smelling smoke so I ran off while he was stealing the rest."
"So that's when the fire started?" I ask.
"No, I guess the front of the house was already burnt to hell when I made it outside. My guess is that hat asshole started the fire to cover his tracks and that's why all the alarms were going off when he showed up."


>well we need to catch this guy
>well we need to figure out what to do with the painting you stole first
>[OTHER]

>>43159617
>well we need to catch this guy

>>43159617
>>well we need to catch this guy
Need to stop the fire.

>>43159617
>>well we need to catch this guy

That's all for tonight's thread, folks. I thank everyone who bothered to participate this time around.

Since I'll likely be busy on Tuesday, the next thread will be Wednesday night.


and now questions

>>43159710
Do you believe in miracles, Arch?

Because we need one to get that VN.

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>>43159821
>Do you believe in miracles, Arch?
>Because we need one to get that VN.
It'll take hard work and guts and money, you foul bully.


And now I sleep. Thanks for playing!

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https://studioarchelon.wordpress.com/

>>43159897
Thanks for running!

>>43159897
Thanks for running

>>43157637
>"I keep telling her that people're going to think she's a guy if she keeps on wearing nothing but hoodies and jeans all the time, but she never listens ever."
>Not thinking jeans are the sexiest thing ever.

>>43159897
Latecomer here. Thanks for writing.