Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20180807230519/@comment-1005186-20181007175923

Well, here's my first (serious) response:

Before any of the mamono could give chase, I drop my sign and reach into my pockets, grabbing my ‘secret weapon.’ With a loud yell of ‘SKADOOSH!!!’ I chuck the four smoke bombs that I had been holding at the mamono’s feet. Each smoke bomb went off with a loud ‘Woomp!’ and released thick inky black clouds that smelled faintly of sweat.

You see, I dabbled in alchemy in my spare time and had created these smoke bombs using two special ingredients: Kraken ink and my own sweat (don’t ask what I did to get enough of it, suffice to say you don’t want to know)

The Kraken ink was used to create the thick black rolling clouds that now engulfed the entire convention, the fact that I could hear my comrades and the underworld mamono running around like chickens with their heads cut off and running into things was proof that it worked. Not even the sharpest eyes could penetrate the darkness of the smoke clouds.

My sweat was a gather genius idea if I do say so myself. Anything caught in the smoke clouds (i.e. the whole convention) now smelled of my sweat, effectively neutralizing a mamono’s sense of smell and making me invisible to the noses of any mamono. That meant the hellhounds who could have sniffed us out in the smoke were now just as blind as everyone else.

The cover, however, was only temporary. The devils, imps, and demons could blow away the smoke with their wings, while the demons could also use spells. And the hellhounds could just charge straight ahead, ignoring the smoke and inability to smell altogether. Fortunately, my fellow protestors were already fleeing, so the only thing left for me to do was flee…

…Towards the Mamono.

You see, I figured that all the Mamono would assume that the protestors would flee the building and thus chase after them. But by hiding in the building, all I would have to do is wait until all the Mamono left then I could escape without having to worry about being chased. Diving under a nearby table, I rolled onto my back and quieted my breathing as much as possible before slowly counting down from 100 in my mind.

A few seconds later, my vision clears as numerous magic circles power up, dispelling my smoke clouds (well, it was fun while it lasted). A shout of “After them!” and the thunder of footsteps quickly followed, indicating the Mamono’s pursuit.

All is silent once I reach a count of fifty, but not totally convinced, I keep counting ‘till I reach twenty five. It still being silent after I had done so, I quietly peek out from under the tablecloth. Seeing no-one in the convention hall, I roll out from under the table and get up, mentally giving myself a pat on the back for not only a genius escape plan, but for fooling the scariest mamono in town…

…until a large magic circle flares to life at my feet, freezing all my body movement except for my breathing and my eyes.

“See, Anna? I told you the smart ones wouldn’t run, and our patients has been rewarded. But I was expecting more than just one…”

A Demon slowly, sensually, walks into my field of vision, her armor-like clothes making the faintest ‘clinking’ noise with every step she took. And not just any Demon, but the same one that had answered our friends question about being married. Before I even think of trying anything, another voice sounds from behind me.

“I’ll say, at least this proves that there is at least one worthy male from amongst that bunch of rabble, Marie” Unlike the Demon’s voice, which could be best described as liquid sex, this one sounded aristocratic and haughty. The owner of the voice walked into my vision from the other side reveling…

…a Vampire?

As she walks onto the magic circle, it’s glow dims, no doubt her own formidable magic interfering with the Demon’s spell. It didn’t break the spell, but it did weaken it enough to allow me to move my head and speak. Of course, the first thing out of my mouth wasn’t the most intelligent of thoughts.

“What’s a Vampire doing here? I thought this was Underworld appreciation day, not Undead appreciation day?”

Her reaction was definitely not what I anticipated. First her haughty stance and look shifted into one of surprise, then she broke eye-contact with me. Her crimson gaze shifted to her left, and her cheeks gained a faint blush as she crossed her arms under her breasts (doing absolutely wonderful things to her bust) before she answered.

“E-even a High-born like myself can mis-read a date like that fool friend of yours, i-idiot”

Oh, not just a Vampire, but a Tsundere Vampire.

“Now, now, Anne, no need to get in a tizzy. Besides, we will have all the time in the world to make sure our new hubby learns to respect u. The governor still owes me a favor and if I recall harems are still legal…”

Awe, crap…

(so, how did I do?)