Waking Dream - Devil Survivor CYOA

Although not my choice, I'll go with this to move the plot along.

B

Elise is a girl's name so let's go with that.

And Gregory.

You return Gregory's wave but keep walking.  Whatever he's up to must be pretty important.  Hopefully he's not picking another fight with George...

As the two of you pass, a piece of paper flutters out of Gregory's pack.  You stoop down and offer it back to him, but can't help reading what's written on it.

"point the ebon-winged dragon towered above the flame-haired princess.  He snarled menacingly, allowing a small plume of flame to wisp from his snout.  Yet the princess stood-"

Gregory snatches it from your hand, his face red with embarrassment.  He points a finger at you threateningly.  "You...  I...  You didn't...  You saw nothing!  Nothing!"  He storms off quickly without another word as you stare after him.

With a shrug, you head up to Elise's office.  No one tries to stop you at this point.  The guards barely spare you a second glance.  As you enter her office, she looks up at you from a large stack of paperwork.  She shoves them aside melodramatically and greets you with a sarcastic smirk.  "Well, if it ain't the great Kira Dreama, Gregory's new boss."

You ask what she's talking about.

"Oh, Gregory crawled his sorry arse back in here early in the morn, tellin' some fib abou' some chancy witches.  Now say it straight, Kira.  Were you havin' a life-or-death spat, or just some wee slumber party?"

You recount the events of the previous night, emphasizing the fact a bunch of witches were definitely trying to kill you.

"Oh, so he weren't just lettin' on, then?  Well, I suppose I owe Greg a bit of an apology, then.  I figured 'e was just out messin' and weren't willin' to fess up.  That or he were gone in the head.  But if you're backin' him up...  Ah, well.  So, what can I do for ya?"

(A) Make small talk about the weather
(B) Ask why she founded the cobras
(C) Ask her favorite animal
(D) Ask what she's up to the rest of the day

C

You ask Elise what her favorite animal is.

She smirks back.  "That'd be the fierce 'n' mighty lion, Kira."  Lion...  That sounds familiar.  You decide to warn her about your dream, but she cuts you off.  "Ah, tryna tell me about yer wee dream?  Lay off it, Gregory already tol' me 'bout his.  Stop actin' the maggot.  What, a buncha wee saps gonna force their way in and chuck me off'a the roof?  Not likely!  We Cobras been millin' with the others fer weeks and we ain't lost a once."

You tell her you're still a bit worried.  Especially considering how accurate your dreams were yesterday.

She waves dismissively.  "Ah, don't worry none.  I'll be wide.  Ha!  This is a right cheery chinwag, innit?  Enough about dire dealin's, let's pick a happier subject."

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The time is now 11:00.

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You start heading back towards your house.  You learned your lesson yesterday - even as you check your phone, you make sure to stay at least vaguely aware of what's around you.  A few demons are looming, as usual, but you stick to some major streets with other tamers milling about.  You know it's a bad habit but walking's so boring and inefficient.  You get so much more done multi-tasking like this.

You flip through your messages.  Thank-yous from both George and Daniel, another from Gregory followed by a ranting threat to keep quiet about that weird paper before...  Kumiko sent one about getting home safely, Rita was asking whether you had sewing equipment...  You reply and tell her to check your neighbor's house - sweet old lady with an old pedal-powered setup, and she's... gone now.  A message from Sara just saying she loves you.  Some spam mail from some guy claiming to be with the demon auction, claiming you got promoted to the next tier of auctions...  You ignore it, but Vorvadoss tells you it's legitimate.

As you look up from your phone, you realize something's wrong.  It's much too quiet here.  The demons are gone, but only one tamer's around.  A young man with short brown hair leans lazily against a wall.  In one hand is his phone, and he idly flips it around as he focuses on the book in his other hand.  He looks up and gives you a friendly nod before returning to his reading.

You hear a loud sound and stumble forward, suddenly very disoriented.  It takes a moment for the pain to register, then you realize someone clocked you in the back of the head.  As you fall over, your phone goes sliding out of your hands, skittering along the sidewalk.  Mr. Book casually bends over and picks it up, still wearing the same friendly smile.  You're vaguely aware of another form standing above you.

This... isn't good. Without your phone, you can't cast spells, use abilities, or summon.  What's more, you've come to realize the creature that tried to cave in your skull's some kind of beefy demon.  Fortunately, you're still in range of that harmonizer thing, but...

"Let's see what we've got here, then."  He starts tapping buttons on your phone.  "Not bad, not bad.  Plenty of trash-tier fusion stock, but a handful of decent demons."  As your vision returns, he gives you a smirk.  "Well, what're you still doing here?  I got what I wanted.  So run along."

(A) Run along
(B) Turn and attack the demon over you
(C) Jump up and rush Mr. Book
(D) Try to open a line of dialogue
(E) Call for help