We have gone to the Sweet and Spices bakery and on a total punching bonanza. Now, we’re embarking on a trip to Just Another Day In Paradise, an English visual novel created by Team Tripelle. Let’s see what happens!
The Let’s Players
Ambrosia of the Phoenix
The sweet and elegant healer of the Phoenix clan. One of the protagonists of War: 13th Day and the main star of War (X Playing Pieces). Most recently appeared in Dreamgazer’s NaNoRenO game, Ready, Set Parody!, with 3 different costumes.
Night of the Vi
The cool, laidback warrior of the mysterious Vi clan. Romanceable in War: 13th Day, War: Valentine Edition, and the upcoming War (X Playing Pieces). Played Christian Grey in Ready, Set Parody!
Night: Well, hello, everyone. It’s nice to be back. Don’t you think so, Ambrosia?
Ambrosia: If you feel that way, then allow me to leave you in peace.
Night: I think you know that you’re hardly a bother.
Ambrosia: Yes, I was not imagining that I was the bother.
Night: Well, I’m not letting you run away so easily. Let’s play.
Night: A bloody hand print. How chilling. I wonder if we’ll die.
Ambrosia: Our run-through shall reach a quick end then.
Night: In that case, we should enjoy what little time we have together.
Ambrosia: Ah, it seems there are voices…
Night: Did you want to investigate them?
Ambrosia: I think it would be more appropriate to dress first.
Night: Yes, it wouldn’t do for you to walk out naked, Ambrosia.
Ambrosia: Surely, we’re in sleepwear.
Night: Maybe. The game doesn’t really specify. What do you wear to sleep then?
Ambrosia: That’s hardly a question you should pose to a lady.
Night: It’s a harmless question. Or do you wear something that scandalous?
Ambrosia: I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t speak so familiarly with me. But I will understand if you choose to ignore my request. It is to be expected of a scoundrel.
Night: That’s quite a hefty title. One you’ve never given anyone else before, have you? I’m honored.
Night: So, what do you want to put on?
Ambrosia: I will leave it at your discretion.
Night: All right. If it’s me, I’m putting on the jeans and…a dirty sweatshirt. Apparently, there aren’t any clean ones around.
Night: This person called Ethan is sorry for waking us up. Let’s say, “You should be.”
Ambrosia: That’s a little unnecessary…Sir Ethan thinks so, too. He’s telling you not to take it out on him.
Night: Oh, there’s a flashback. I had suggested raiding my “old place.” And something very ominous happened with Mother, but we never find out what that is before Ethan interrupts us.
Night: …Followed shortly by this woman called Charlotte.
Night: You’ve been oddly quiet, Ambrosia. Why don’t you choose here?
Ambrosia: You’ll understand if I’m not thrilled to have you as my companion. Let us speak with Lady Charlotte.
Night: Charlotte it is.
Night: She’s sorry for being snappish earlier. Everyone’s being rather apologetic today.
Ambrosia: Perhaps, you could learn from them.
Night: You would say that. I’ll tell Charlotte not to worry about it. I’m sure you like that answer.
Ambrosia: Oh, Lady Charlotte has discovered that her nephew is still alive.
Night: I’ll ask her, “What are you going to do?”
Ambrosia: She would like our assistance.
Night: There’s something funny about that last choice.
Ambrosia: Don’t tell me you’re thinking of choosing it!
Night: And if I am? Don’t worry. It was only a passing thought. I’ll ask her, “What kind of help, exactly?”
Ambrosia: She says she’ll show you in the woods.
Night: Well, let’s see.
Ambrosia: She’s surprised you came.
Night: Well, I’m here to help. Tough stuff she’s dealing with.
Night: So, what happened to your family?
Ambrosia: Oh, how terrible! Her parents were infected.
Night: Infected…with what? That’s the question.
Night: She wants to know what my deal with Ethan is. I’m guessing we’re friends who grew up together. But she wants to know what the real story is.
Night: We’re really just friends. And I don’t swing that way, if that’s what you’re asking. Oh, and here comes a spoiler, in case you’re planning on playing the game.
Ambrosia: There will be quite a few more from this point on.
Night: Here is Charlotte’s nephew…in Grace’s stomach. Grace being Charlotte’s sister. Whose ankle is tied to a tree. I’m pretty sure I know why, but let’s ask about that.
Ambrosia: She says Lady Grace is dangerous, and she would like you to kill her.
Night: Okay. Whatever you need, Charlotte.
Ambrosia: Even you must have a heart!
Night: She finally speaks. Well, I don’t have to tell her that if it bothers you. I’ll ask her how that helps her nephew. Are you happy now?
Ambrosia: A month ago, Lady Grace was infected, but before the “Swarm” came, she had been carrying a boy. Lady Charlotte has been hoping that her nephew was still alive, but alas, it’s been ten months with no sign of him being birthed any time soon.
Night: Why kill her before saving the baby? Heh. Don’t look so surprised, Ambrosia. I really do want to know.
Ambrosia: Maybe all hope isn’t lost for you after all. Just maybe. Regardless, Lady Charlotte thinks you might be right, but she doesn’t wish to entertain false hope. More than that, she doesn’t want the child to be born in a world like hers.
Night: She wants us to grab a gun from camp.
Night: Seems there’s no way to turn her down, Ambrosia. So…if I do this, she’ll owe me.
Ambrosia: And that is precisely the kind of answer that suits you.
Night: Thank you.
Ambrosia: On the way back, our stomachs loudly begin protesting!
Night: Time to go spear fishing.
Night: You’ve never gone fishing before, have you, Ambrosia? What do you think you have to do?
Ambrosia: I…suppose you would have to think like a fish?
Night: All right. Then what?
Ambrosia: If you’re asking me, then you must be anxious for us to fail.
Night: Not really. I’m just trying to engage you. You’ve been rather lifeless.
Ambrosia: I will regain my enthusiasm once our journey is over. Though, I have never really been one with fire.
Night: Oh, really?
Ambrosia: Let us move fast in our attempt to catch the fish.
Night: Too bad. We scared the fish away. But there’s a mysterious door in the woods.
Ambrosia: Oh, but Lady Charlotte’s waiting for us!
Night: True. We’ll just have to investigate it later. If we can.
Night: Let’s look everywhere.
Ambrosia: But I’m fairly certain what she wanted us to find was with Sir Ethan’s things.
Night: The gun was, yes. I didn’t realize you were on board with Charlotte’s plan of murdering her sister.
Ambrosia: No, but…haah. If you mean to intrude on Lady Charlotte’s privacy, then please make it quick.
Night: As you wish. So, there’s a medkit in Charlotte’s things and a gun in Ethan’s. We can only take one, for some reason. I guess our pockets are too full.
Ambrosia: The medkit, certainly!
Night: The medkit it is. On our way back, we come across a bee.
Ambrosia: I-I don’t think that’s a regular bee…yes, it’s far too big to be one!
Night: Let’s just rush past.
Ambrosia: It’s evening now. Lady Charlotte is so surprised to see you that she can scarcely believe it’s you.
Ambrosia: She’s rather upset to see that you brought the medkit instead of a weapon – and that you went through her things – but after reasoning with her…oh, oh…
Night: She wants you to cut open Grace’s stomach and rescue her nephew.
Night: But we need some supplies first. Fortunately, there’s an abandoned camp nearby. It’s time for another trek through the woods.
Night: Let’s see if she’s feeling all right.
Ambrosia: She claims that you remind her of Sir Ethan. She says it almost like an accusation, I believe, but I think that’s rather a compliment. Sir Ethan sounds like a caring man with a noble heart.
Night: I’m sure he is. All right. Here’s the campsite. Charlotte, of course, doesn’t hesitate to start tearing through it.
Night: Let’s join her in making chaos.
Ambrosia: Lady Charlotte seems to be stricken with a terrible headache.
Night: She brushes it off, of course. Being the strong woman that she is.
Night: I think she should lie down.
Ambrosia: She does so and…we discover a “flashlight”! I’ve never heard of such a device before.
Night: And at that very moment, Charlotte sneaks behind us and presses something sharp against the back of our neck. “Move or die,” she threatens. Something tells me this isn’t the Charlotte we know.
Ambrosia: Let us reason with her!
Night: And out pops a bee. Well, it’s called a drone, actually.
Ambrosia: You mean…it’s that monstrous-sized one.
Night: This drone is making a strange buzzing sound and seems to be mind-controlling Charlotte. I see no reason to attack the puppet. Let’s just cut her strings. With a hatchet or our fists?
Ambrosia: I can hardly endorse either one, but I would think it’d be safer to use a weapon rather than to confront the drone directly.
Night: It almost sounds like you’re worried about me.
Ambrosia: While I may not be fond of you, I have no wish to see you meet your end.
Night: So, I am growing on you. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.
Ambrosia: Please be serious.
Night: I am. Couldn’t you tell?
Ambrosia: With the drone vanquished, Lady Charlotte is freed from its power and is very much relieved.
Night: And it’s back to the pregnant lady.
Night: Time to use the medkit. This should be your field of expertise, shouldn’t it?
Ambrosia: Let us ask Lady Charlotte what she would like to accomplish first.
Night: As expected, she wants you to take care of it, so that’s what we’re doing. Do you want to stitch Grace back up afterwards?
Ambrosia: We can’t just leave her like that.
Night: When you’re done, Charlotte wants you to hold the baby and approaches Grace.
Ambrosia: It’s an honor to have helped, Lady Charlotte.
Night: I can’t wait to see this reunion…which turns out to be very bloody. Charlotte slits her sister’s throat. As it turns out, she blames Grace for her parents’ infection. After all, it happened while they were out purchasing daises for her baby shower.
Ambrosia: But I’m sure Lady Charlotte still loved her sister dearly!
Night: I would tease her about Grace being a terrible person, but I have a feeling neither of you would like that. I’ll go with the first choice instead.
Ambrosia: As I said, I’m certain she cares for Lady Grace, deep inside. Lady Charlotte even admits that she tried to keep her sister alive.
Night: But now that Grace is gone, Charlotte is planning on leaving us and Ethan.
Night: I want to come with you.
Ambrosia: She’s shocked by your response.
Night: As are you?
Ambrosia: Not in this case. She would like to know your reasons for saying so.
Night: I’ll go with the romantic answer. Because I feel something for you, Charlotte.
Ambrosia: Please don’t deceive Lady Charlotte.
Night: Who says I don’t feel something for her? I do find her attractive. And I admire her courage.
Night: We leave the camp together. She teaches me what she knows about surviving and names the baby after Ethan.
Night: Oh, so it would be something like this.
Ambrosia: Your clothes…!
Night: So, that’s the first thing that you notice.
Ambrosia: Please don’t assign any special meaning to it. I just don’t understand – it isn’t reasonable to sleep in the cold that way.
Night: Perhaps she’s keeping me warm. You’re not thinking anything strange, are you? Your face is all red.
Ambrosia: I-I…I just feel as though I’m intruding upon a…a private moment. Let us move on.
Night: If you say so.
Night: Nice to know. We made a good team, didn’t we, Ambrosia?
Ambrosia: I believe there are far better matches for you and I.
Night: Well, I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else.
Ambrosia: I’m afraid the feeling isn’t mutual. I shall wish you and everyone else a pleasant rest of the week.
Night: Don’t tell me you’re still upset about that imaginary bonding moment I had with my little family.
Ambrosia: Believe me. I felt nothing other than a hint of exasperation. You are as you always are.
Night: A scoundrel? For someone who doesn’t feel anything, it’s interesting how much that infuriates you.
Ambrosia: You exaggerate the severity of my displeasure, which anyone with a healthy regard for others would feel towards your thoughtless behavior.
Night: I might seem impulsive to you, Ambrosia, but I actually give more thought to my words and actions than you give me credit for.
Ambrosia: I would counter that, but it would be in poor taste to extend our argument in front of so many watching eyes.
Night: I guess we’ll just have to take this behind closed doors.
Ambrosia: I bid you good day.
Night: Until next time.
Ambrosia: There won’t be another.
Night: We’ll see about that.
Was that fun or what? What did you think of their bickering? (And while you’re at it, how many of these NaNoRenO games have you played so far, if any?)
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