Talk:Baphomet/@comment-25095137-20140809185847/@comment-25035274-20140809190727

"Ah, well, I'd love to, really, but my mother's been sick and the Captain ordered me to get right back to base after my patrol and I don't think my newlywed wife would appreciate me just going off with some stranger and..."

At that point, I just take off. Screw this. I'm not a Hero. I'm not a Champion. And damned if it's fair that I was stuck on patrol BY MYSELF! WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING SENDING A MAN OUT ALONE?!

I run back to camp so fast there's a cloud of dust behind me. I immediately resign my position, turn in my sword and armor and hike my ass home, never mind the disgrace. I don't need some giant, winged, goat-hoofed asshole to tell me I am not prepared. I already know.

When I finally get home, I breath a sigh of relief as I turn the handle and open the door.

"Ara? I thought you said you had a sick mother and newlywed wife living with you...Oh well. We thought you'd never get here..."

There's the Baphomet. And a whole lot of other ladies. Packed into my house. Because for some reason they decided to hold their Black Mass here.

As I turn to run, the door slams shut seemingly by itself. My face connects quite solidly, and I just kinda slide limply down the door. I feel fuzzy hands flip me over, and I'm looking directly into the narrowed eyes of my tormentor as she grins wolfishly.

"It really was quite rude to run off without giving me an answer, Niichan..."