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She laughs as she finishes her story. "I was a mischievous child, and nonno Dio was down to his last straw after he caught me trying to prank him again." Lisa Lisa said, recalling fondly. "He ran after me around the house, screeching 'wrrrrryyyyyyy!' the whole time. Then he'd catch me, tickling me 'til I was breathless while saying 'resisting was useless! useless!' over and over again." she smiled.

You laugh heartily at the image forming in your head. "Who knew this beautiful lady next to me started out as a brat?"

"Flatterer!" she says accusingly, though the blush on her face said otherwise. "What about you? Any lingering memories coming to the surface?"

Roll for remembran! best of 1st 3 1d100s! Must beat a roll of at least 60.

Rolled 86

"Nothing much really, just remember when my uncle started to train me."
Keep flexing like a mofo, she loves us.
"The we would go to pillaEXPEDITIONS. He always talker about this grunland across the sea. Old gizzard hahaha"

Calling it now. We're in a giant Stand called The Game where the one person who makes it to the top is Dio Brando's new body. Don't even care if wrong.

>>23200512
I dig the idea man, but "The game" sounds kinda lame forrl such a stand. We need to call it like an epic song.

>>23200512
I will neither confirm nor deny that, and watch you squirm with your genre savvyness!

>>23200496
just the one roll? no other takers?

>>23200496
>shrugs, one roll, okay.

You start digging long and hard in your head, a feat of effort that was probably showing on your face. "Hmmm, I remember... Something..." you say, rubbing your bearded chin theatrically as cloudy images come up in your head. "I remember an older man than I. A superior, perhaps? Or even a relative..."

"Go on..." she says helpfully.

"Definitely a relative! An uncle or an older cousin!" you say victoriously. "No names coming up though. He trained me in the ways of war and the sea." you, flexing your muscles boisterously. "I remember manning the oars against a storm, and the clash of steel against steel..." Your smile darkens. It wasn't all fun and games, you remember. There was as much blood as there was laughter, sometimes the two occurring at the same time. You perk up, sensing that Lisa Lisa was catching on to your frown. "The old gizzard was a riot. Loved his grunland across the sea..."

"Something the matter?" she asks.

Do you...

[ ] Discuss your feelings like a wuss.
[ ] Shove aside your feelings like a man and change the subject. What say?

>>23200858
"He gave me something important and I lost it." Then goodbye feels and time to flirt like a gangsta. Or get armor. Or both.
Ask about stands

>>23201207
>just you and me against the world, jojobro

"Ah, nothing, just remembering something sentimental." you reply, "He gave me something important, and since I woke up naked, I'm sure I don't have it on me." you say, patting the tattered vest and speedo-like hot pants you wore. Your eyes wander to the billowing scarf around her neck, trailing behind her to an unseen wind. "So, that scarf is your stand? Can you tell me about what it does?"

"Mhmm, her name is Silk Stalkings." she says, running a tender hand across the scarf. "And no, I can't." she said, taking a serious tone. "That's rule number one around here. You do not reveal your stand's ability asides from what you overtly demonstrate. Knowledge is power, and the less people know about your stand's abilities, the more likely that you'll survive."

"I don't even know much about mine..." you say as you make the ghost hands come out of your beard. they were ethereal and lacked any real defining features. "I haven't even named it yet."

She giggled. "You don't name a Stand, silly. they tell you their name." Lisa Lisa said, watching the ghost arms fade back into your beard. "As to what they can do, it reflects the user's personality. your big and strong, so maybe something destructive?"

You flex your muscles, feigning indignant. "Oh my! I'll have you know these string arms can be very gentle and sensitive." You say, flexing your bicep and showing it to her.

She stares, her face reddening a bit, but she's starting to get over it easier. "Really now?" she says with amusement. "I like it... rougher than gentle."

What say?

Slow day huh? Your favorite jojo?

>>23201660
> With the power of posing with us, nothing can opose.
"Is that so, maybe in the next day I will show you rough" Wink, flex and pose. She is ours already.

> we must think a stand name. Something metal

>>23201668

Tell me about it, must have started too early, and with BFQ running at the same time I'm not really surprised.

Joseph from part 2 is my all time fave, guy was a troll. I also hold a special place in my heart for Gio Gio, even if he was overshadowed by other characters in his part.

What about you?

>>23201749
Man joseph is best jojo in any universe. Giorno was also good but I like Jotaro post part 3 more.

>>23201745

"Is that so? I can do rough." You say with more playful flexing, "Who knows, maybe I can show it to you sometimes..." you say, waggling your eyebrows.

Her eyes take a predatory glint, and her laugh was one of self-sure amusement."Hmmm, compared to me, you probably don't know the meaning of the word, Dio." she says. Before you can reply, she stops in front of another largish tent. "Looks like we're here." she says.

"Right! Time to get some gear!"

"Wait, Dio!" she says, grabbing onto you to make sure you don't storm ahead like last time. "There's something you should know. The weapons don't come free." she says. "And no, the Blacksmith doesn't take cash."

"What does he take?"

"Blood. And I'm not sure what else..." she said, looking at you seriously. "I... trust the Blacksmith to a degree, but I've never had anything forged by him. You have to make the decision yourself, Dio."

"Took you this long to mention it?"

"I enjoyed our little walk." she winked.

What do?

[ ] Proceed to the blacksmith.

[ ] leave and look for Dedringer for some new clothes.

>>23201990
He can get blood if he can manage to pierce this muscles. Flex to rip what remains of your shirt.
We are a viking dude.

>>23200529
I had Motorhead in my game. I thought the lyrics would fit with the power of a Stand that makes its own pocket dimension.

This is an odd situation with so many stand users in one place though, innit?

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>>23202051
"He can get my blood if he can take it." You say proudly, puffing up your chest as you pull back the flap of the tent door. "Let's go, Lisa Lisa."

"Right behind you."

You step into the tent and find yourself in a stone walled blacksmith's forge that seemed far larger than what the tent could accommodate.

Various runes littered the walls and ceiling, familiar to you but unreadable. There was a forge on one side, a foundry with bubbling molten metal in the other, and an anvil right smack in the center.

working on the anvil was a short man, less than half your size. But what he lacked for stature, he made up for in bulk. His muscled physique rivaled yours as it tensed every time he struck the glowing hot metal he was working on. But what caught your attention most was the man's beard, which ALMOST out shined your own.

The man picked up a pair of tongs and dipped the metal in a bucket of water, before dumping it near the forge to rest.

"Ahright then." he said in a raspy, heavy accent. "Who are you and what do you want?"

what say?

>>23202164

You could say that it is rather... Bizarre.

>>23202229
Insult his beard and out pose him. Ask what can he do being that old

Let us make him a weapon suitable of us. Tell him to try and take our blood, and if he can do so, to make a weapon that grows from it like a man's manly masculinity grows in the presence of a supple woman like Lisa Lisa!

Let him make us a weapon suitable of us, dammit.

>>23202321

"Hmmm, I was expecting something more imposing..." you say dismissively to the smith, feigning a yawn, much to Lisa Lisa's horror. "You look old, how do I know your up to the task of making stuff for me?"

Lisa Lisa leaned in, whispering urgently to you. "Um, Dio? What are you doing?"

"Relax, I got this..." you whisper back, then turning back towards the smith. "Come on, show me what you can do!" you say, ripping off the remnants of your shirt, putting your hands behind your head and striking an androgynously sexy pose.

"Oi now, pup! Where do you get mouthing off like that?" The man demanded, hopping on top of his anvil to gain more height. He clasped both of his hands and flexed his biceps, puffing out his well defined pectoral muscles. "You're a hundred years too young to challenge me!"

Oh shit, pose off!! You must beat my roll! of 1d100!

Rolled 82

>>23202513

Rolled 16

>>23202513
Dice gods dont fail me

Rolled 93

BRING IT ONNNNNNN

WE'RE THE KINGS OF METAL!

Rolled 40

>>23202558
ALL OF MY WRRRRRRRRRRRY TO YOU SON

Rolled 32

>>23202558
You two trade off poses intensely, the heat of the forge causing sweat to drip down your skin and further outline the musculature of your physiques.

Lisa Lisa just stood to the side, growing red as she looked alternately from you and the smith in awe. "Oh my..." she said quietly.

The blacksmith turned around, flexing his back muscles that etched a near skull like visage, with eyes of rage and clenched, sharp teeth.

Undaunted, you put one foot in front of the other and slowly raise your hands up to the air, throwing your head back as your body provided a display that rivaled most Greek sculptures.

"Cocky bastard!" The man said as he turned to face you again, flexing his arms.

"Old geezer!" you snap right back, getting in his face and flexing your own.

You two locked eyes for a long moment, before the smith slowly started to rumble, laughing softly. Soon enough, the both of you shared in a boisterous laughter, clasping arms in a manly handshake.

Lisa Lisa blinked. "What just happened?"

"Manliness!" the both of you say out loud.

"Not bad, old man."

"You ain't shabby yourself, whippersnapper." The smith said wryly. "What's your name and what do you want?"

Rolled 52

>>23202819

"I am Dio. I want a weapon worthy of me. I hear you make them out of blood; see if you can pierce my skin, and whatever you can take, make into something as fabulous and manly as I am!"

Rolled 88

>>23202819
Who I am? Old fary I dont any idea but you can call me Dio. What do I need? Armor is for pussies. I need a manly weapon. Up to the task geezer?

> hand axe

Rolled 26

>>23202874
>>23202977

"I forgot my name, but for now, call me Dio!" you announce proudly. Lisa Lisa seems to like the fact that you took to the name, you note. "Armor is for pussies, I need a weapon. Something as fabulous and manly as I am like an axe." you smirk. "Up to the task, geezer?"

"Of course, of course..." The smith said as he jumped down from his anvil back to the ground. "There is of course a price for such craftsmanship." he says, picking up his hammer.

"Hah! If it's blood you want, take it!" you say. "If you can break through my skin, that is."

"Oh that won't be a problem." The blacksmith replied. "But that is not all. The weapons I make aren't mere tools. They are extensions of the wielder, like a third, detachable hand. I need blood, but I also need two pieces of your soul. Each piece amounting to one year of your natural lifespan."

"My soul?" you ask. Lisa Lisa looks cautious.

"Aye, the blood is to form blood iron, but the soul tempers the blade." he explains. "I can make you a blade that neither dulls nor chips. It can only be wielded by yourself and hidden inside your body 'til you summon it. Also, it can never be turned against you. In return, I keep the other piece of the soul."

Lisa Lisa then spoke up. "What for?"

"To extend my own lifespan." he said with a wink.

What do?

[ ] agree to his terms

[ ] No way!

Rolled 40

>>23203171
Damn it, left the dice on

Hell yeah, motherfucker.

A year's worth of a natural lifespan isn't worth a damn thing if it gets cut short by some whackjob.

Rolled 84

>>23203171
We bargain the second soul piece. If he can beat us in arm wrestling

Rolled 16

>>23203171

FINE! If he wants a year of our lifespan, he can take it! It's just a year...and we might not even see tomorrow without a real weapon!

Rolled 91

>>23203233
>>23203280

What's a couple of years of your life compared to the rest of it if it gets cut short here? you reason to yourself. Then again, it could never hurt to bargain...

The smith seemed to be the type that values cheek and manliness, so you quickly think of an idea that could get you out of payment. "Hey, old man." you say, "How about I only give you one piece of my soul, and I arm wrestle you for the other one?"

"No deal!" the smith spat.

"I'll give you two more if I lose!" you persisted.

The smith squinted at you, a grin slowly spreading on his face as he ran a hand through his beard. "You got spunk kid..." he says. "Brains, not so much, but you got spunk. So I'll tell you what..." He placed his arm on the anvil, muscles bulging and veins throbbing as he clenched his fists, making the joints crack in loud pops. "If you can beat me in arm wrestling, I'll do it for free save the one soul piece I need to make the weapon." He says. "I'll even throw in a free rune enchantment on it to add an elemental property of your choice."

You smile, victorious. "And if I lose?"

"You give me a decade's worth of soul." Your smile fades while the smith's smile widens.

What do? Don't roll yet, wait for consensus.

[ ] accept challenge!

[ ] THIS IS A DUMB IDEA.

Fuck yes we're in for it.

That's how you be a man, putting it all on the line!

Let's make past JoJos proud!

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>>23203473
You thought you were challenging a scaredy cat, but it was I, Dio!

>>23203473
What would be of a jojo protagonists who backs down from challenges.
WE DO IT

>>23203473
Gah, wasting my rolls!!

DO EET.

>>23203505
>>23203510
>>23203513

You shake off all doubt and kneel in front of the anvil, placing your right arm on it and clasping the smith's hand with your own. "I acce-!"

"Wait!" Lisa Lisa protests, making you and the smith look at her. You were about to say that you had it under control, when she smiles at you reassuringly. "Make it two enchantments!" she demands, a hand on her hip and pointing defiantly at the smith.

"Hah! Done!" the smith said.

"Lisa Lisa..." you say with a look of impressed disbelief.

She smiled at you, "Life's too short anyway, kick his ass, Dio!"

You laugh, a look of determination coming as a smile on your face. "Very well! Then I, Dio, won't lose!"

"This is good! My blood is boiling again with the fires of youth! Are you ready, boy!?"

"Let's do it!" you roar as both of you exerted your full strength against one another.

Here we go, you glorious bastards! Roll 1d100, I'll take the best of the first 5! try to beat the smith's roll!

Rolled 59

>>23203666

Rolled 21

>>23203685
TAKE THIS

> if we are almost failing we can use our stand. No one said stands arent allowed.

Rolled 34

>>23203685
Time for WRRRRRRRRRRRRRY

Rolled 41

ORA x 1000

Rolled 27

>>23203666
WRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYY

Rolled 80

VALHALLA! I AM COMING!

>>23203950
You hero

>>23203950
>Fucking CLUTCH.

Both of you locked killer glares as the very anvil started to shake, neither of you giving an inch to the other, Lisa Lisa was watching nearby, afraid to utter a word that may break your concentration as she silently cheered you on, willing you to victory.

It seemed that you two were evenly matched. Then, slowly but surely, your hand started to dip as the smith pushed it down with his. It's all under control, you reassure yourself as your veins throbbed to pump blood to your arm straining arm, your muscles tensed rock hard, trying to fight for leverage.

The smith grinned viciously as he grunted, pushing your arm nearer to a 45* angle and closer still to defeat and dwindling mortality.

You grit your teeth and give out a feral growl as you fought back. then, as if shimmering to life, you saw a black armored hand on top of the Smith's, aiding him against yours. He was cheating!

No, wait. you tell yourself. He wasn't cheating. The Stand is a part of you; he wasn't cheating, just using all his strength. Closing your eyes and concentrating, you reached deep into yourself to try and summon your stand. You smirk as two ghostly arms sprout from your elbow and pushed against your hand, slowly pushing it back up again.

The Blacksmith's grin faded as you return back to a ninety degree angle and still slowly pushing further against him now.

You grit your teeth, locking eyes with the older man and growled.

"WRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!!!!" You yell as you push his hand down past 45 degrees. He resisted for a few seconds, before the Smith's strength collapsed and you slammed his arm down hard on the anvil,

"YOU DID IT!" Lisa Lisa said as she practically bounced up and down in joy, hugging you from behind. She suddenly realized what she was doing and let go, clearing her throat as she turned red. "Um, good job."

The smith was clutching his wrist as he swirled it, face in a grimace. "Not bad, laddie." he said reluctantly.

What say?

Your strength is admirable! Truly a weapon forged by your hands will be a thing to behold.

Rolled 91

>>23204199
Not shabby for a geezer. Now, are you making the weapon?

>>23204241
>>23204320

"Not shabby, for a geezer." You reply, panting as you leaned against the anvil, trying to catch your breath. "With strength like that, you're sure to make me a fine weapon!"

"Hah! You're all right, kid." The smith said as he reached for the bucket of water he used to cool his wares, bringing it to his mouth and taking a big gulp of it. "Here." he says, shoving it to you. "Smith-water is bitter, but it soothes the pain."

You take the bucket and drink deep, feeling the metallic bite swirling in the cold water. It was oddly refreshing you thought. "So, our agreement?" you say as you set the bucket down.

"I'll keep my end of the bargain." The smith reassured you. "Besides, a decade of life is nothing compared to the feeling of burning youth!" He took his hammer, and suddenly slammed it down to your hand that was still resting on the anvil, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

"AH!" you begin to say, then realize that it wasn't painful at all. "Ah?" just then, Lisa Lisa pounced on him, scarf snaking in the air and ready for battle. You barely just stopped her as she fell upon the smith. "Wait! I'm fine!" you say, trying to calm her down. "Really!"

"He smashed you hand!" she countered, pointing at your hand lying in the pool of blood on the anvil. You show her both hands, intact and functional. "But I saw him-!"

"He was able to take my blood without wounding me." You explain, then looking to the smith, "Am I right?"

"Correct." The smith said as the blood started to congeal into a red blob on the anvil. He raised his hammer, striking it down with fury. Instead of splattering the blob, the hammer made sparks upon contact. "This is the power of my stand, the Anvil Of Doom." he said as he struck it again. "This will take me a full day to work on! Come back tomorrow night for it!"

(cont'd)

>>23200334
8 quest threads on the front page right now.

Just thought I'd let you know, you know.

>>23204570

The Smith pounded on the blood, his hammer glowing with an energy that you could only assume was your soul. a year of your life was being used to temper the blood instead of fire. He looked at you and asked gruffly, "What enchantment do you want with it? You get two. The first can be any element, which will wreath the axe in that elemental energy. The second, I'll infuse a homing ability."

"What's a homing ability?"

"It comes back to you when you throw it!" The smith explained as he struck the blood.


What element to infuse the axe with?

>>23204650
Oh boy, let's see if this ship doesn't sink prematurely... Let's have a roll call, how many people we got right now?

Rolled 10

>>23204651
Element of METAL

We dont need any fancy magics besides our muscles and fists.

LIGHTNING.

THE HAMMER OF THE GODS SHALL DRIVE OUR SHIPS TO NEW LANDS.

>>23204690


THIS

THIS MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT HERE

This is what we need to do, this is boss as fuck.

>>23204651
Lighning is very Thor-ish. I like it. Metal is good too.

But I'm thinking that Frost is the best. For we are a viking, after all. We can weather the worst that winter can bring and still thirst for blood!

Woah, wait a second, is Blood a valid element?

That seems appropriate.

>>23204868
Nope, just going by the traditional sense of the term elemental from the chinese and western varieties.

To clarify, here are the valid elements:
Wood, fire, water/ice, earth, lightning, metal, light/holy, darkness

So far I've got 2 for metal, 1 for lightning and one for frost.

>>23204923
I (frost) can accept metal, if it comes down to it.

>>23204923
WE ARE METAL AS FUCK

>>23204787
Samefaggin', but I still think "Kings Of Metal" is the most appropriate stand name for us ever.

>>23205089
Nigga, IRON MAIDEN

>>23204690
>>23204787
>>23204935
>>23204977

>We be metal as Fuck.

"Metal." You say confidently, causing the smith to stop midswing and look at you. "I want it imbued with the elemental properties of metal."

"Metal, eh?" the smith said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully then going back to work, sparks flying. "I have something interesting in mind now..." he muses. "My name is Thorek by the way, come back tomorrow night around this time to claim your weapon, Dio."

"Thanks!" You say as you get up, feeling heavier after everything that has happened. But you were a man, and men suck it up. "I'll be back by then!"

You and Lisa Lisa say your goodbyes to Thorek as you exit the tent, back into the street. She looked at you and shook her head, smiling in amusement. "That was, I mean... Wow, I can't believed you actually pulled it off! You were amazing, Dio!"

What say?

also...

[ ] get new clothes and register.

[ ] its been a long day, look for a place to sleep

>>23205116
>[ ] get new clothes and register.
These pants could give out at any point.

Rolled 35

>>23205116

Let's get some metrosexually MANLY duds, pose a bunch for Lisa Lisa, and then find out what this registering nonsense is.

Rollan just in decisions don't make a consensus.

>>23205116
Man, we half naked and is cold as fuck. Lisa^2 be mirin us but we gotta get clothes. Goodbye faboulous hotpants

>>23205151
>>23205154
>>23205155

You look at the state you were in.The cold night air was beginning to set a chill on your sweaty body, but cold was something you were very used to for some reason. The only thing left of the suit that you had previously acquired was the hot pants that rid up your buttocks and just barely covered up your manhood.

Lisa Lisa was very aware of the fact that you were near-naked, as she kept trying to keep herself preoccupied by something just off to her left and away from you.

"Hmmm..." you say. "I believe clothes are next in-"

"Yes, yes, clothes." Lisa Lisa cut you off, hurriedly agreeing as she tried not to look at you for fear of going red again. "Follow me, I'll show you the way."

You two walk side by side as you try to put her at ease by talking about things other than your near nakedness. She seems to have a fascination for manly men, something that was painfully obvious for a while now. Whether she had a fascination for you was still something to be discerned however.

The night was quiet as you walked past row after row of tents, with only your chatting and occasional laughter breaking it.

Roll for random encounter in the middle of the night! averaging first 3 1d100 rolls!

Rolled 7

>>23205298
Not the clown girl again, please. clowns scare me.

Rolled 44

>>23205298
Randum

Rolled 7

>>23205298

Cars, Wham, ACDC, and Santana, owners of Pillar Men's Clothing Warehouse.

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>>23205338
>>23205355
>>23205422

>Average of 19.33

You walk down the street, chatting and laughing with Lisa Lisa when you feel a chill in the air. Well you've been pretty chilly for a while now, but this was different. It was a chill that made you steel your nerves and made you raise your awareness due to a dark sense of foreboding.

Lisa Lisa must have sensed it too, as a serious look crossed her face. "Do you feel that?" she asks.

"Yes." you say gruffly, keeping a watchful eye on your surroundings. "What is it?"

"It's him." Lisa Lisa said as she pointed down the street.

Coming up from the opposite direction was the red-clad jester girl you met earlier, and a man dressed in a fur coat and immaculately white suit, covered with splatters of red on his sleeves. His face was pale white and oddly sensual in its expression, broken only by the eye shadow and crude lipstick application that only marred the right side. his hair was a tint of green. Blood that was not his dripped from his hands. He was completely oblivious of the jester girl that was adoring his every step, continuing a one sided conversation with him as he kept his silence.

As he came closer to you and Lisa Lisa, you realize that his gaze was fixated on you, sizing you up. Lisa Lisa grabs your arm and squeezes tight, and you can sense fear grip the since then fearless girl.

What do?

>>23205338
>huehuehuehue

And FYI

1-20: Joker
20-40: ?
40-60: ?
60-80: ?
80-90: ?
90-100: reach destination safely

Rolled 65

>>23205609
You mirin?

Yeah, he mirin.

There's really only one answer.

WE POSE.

>>23205609
Subtlely pose but don't challenge him. Just look our finest.

>>23205707
>>23205682

The man was thin, but carried himself with the same air of confidence that you did, regarding you as something just barely his equal. It was like two alpha wolves meeting in a narrow pass. If you handled this wrong, there would be blood, most assuredly. You clear your throat and put both hands on your waist, leaning forward slightly as you put one foot in front of the other.

It wasn't a challenge, but an acknowledgement. Anything just to keep his attention from Lisa Lisa who seemed to have held her breath at the proximity to the man.

The man stopped and regarded you for a moment, raising one bloody hand and pointing a finger at you. "You." he simply said.

Before you could reply, he turned away, walking past you with the jester-girl in tow.

As soon as they did, you led Lisa Lisa away at a brisk pace, fearing that she might have gotten a panic attack. "Hey, he's gone now..." you say soothingly.

Roll for Soothing! 1d100 best of 3!

>>23205926
Also add what you say.

Rolled 31

>>23205926
"Lots of weirdos in this town... Aren't you planning to register? You'll need to be brave, Lisa Lisa."

Rolled 88

>>23205926
A man of true manliness. An opponent. This may be fun after all!

>>23205926
The joker stand must be something trippy and kinda dark... The walrus

Rolled 29

>>23205926
Might as well roll, even if I am coming in late tonight.

>>23200512
The stand is called Temple of the King. And this is the year of the fox.

OP, you there?

>>23200529
It's a Long Wat to the Top( If You Wanna Rock N'Roll)

>>23206678
Wolfmother-The Joker and the Thief

>>23210218
Freak Out - Zappa and the Mothers of Invention

>>23210035
Internet cut out, #%%$^&. anybody still there?

>>23205962
>>23206061
>>23207011

"Hey, it's alright, I'm here." You say to her, trying your best to calm her down. "You need to brave, Lisa Lisa."

She looks at you and you smile at her reassuringly. Her grip loosens somewhat, but she still looks scared. that doesn't sit well with you. You turn and face the retreating form of the pale man and call him out.

"Oi, asshole!" you yell, causing the man to stop in his tracks and turn to look at you over his shoulder. He shrugs and just continues to walk away. "Hey, I was talking to you!"

This guy was another man of manliness, you sense, but he was pissing you off.


what do?
[ ] ask Lisa Lisa what just happened.
[ ] Grab him by the shoulder and press the issue
[ ] Let him off for another day

>>23212549
[ ] ask Lisa Lisa what just happened.
while we might want to get in his face, we need to remember that lisa^2 is not as hardy as ourselves.

>very late getting in, hope it is still going.

>>23212549
>[ ] ask Lisa Lisa what just happened.
I'm still here, sorta.

>>23212943
>>23212960

Hmm, weirdo, you think as you watched the pair of clowns retreat and turn the corner. Whatever he may be, Lisa Lisa seemed genuine terrified of him. You would confront him soon enough. But for now, it's best that you didn't do anything rash.

"What was that about?" you ask Lisa Lisa. "Who was that?"

"That was the Joker." Lisa Lisa took a deep breath before speaking again. "He's one of the most psychotic people here, and he just chose you as his next victim."

"Why's somebody like that allowed in here?" You ask, confused. "Don't the organizers do anything about it?"

"They only keep the peace within the camp. Outside of it, everybody has free reign." She explains. "This is bad... You have to be careful if you want to leave camp. Doubly so when the race starts."

"Lisa Lisa..." you say carefully, "What did he do to you?"

She looked away. Looks like this topic was off limits too.

[ ] press the topic, roll 1d100 for convincing

[ ] change the subject and try to make her feel at eas and proceed to Dedringer for clothes and registration

Rolled 22

>>23213152
Press topic

>>23213152
>[ ] change the subject and try to make her feel at eas and proceed to Dedringer for clothes and registration
don't press.

>>23213152
>[ ] change the subject and try to make her feel at eas and proceed to Dedringer for clothes and registration
but let her know that it we want to eventually know if it could help us take him out

>>23213211
>>23213263

In a moment of rare, masculine sensitivity, you decided not to press the issue. "Hey." you say carefully. "I know we just met and all, but if you need anybody to talk to later... I can listen." Then you grin. "Plus I can take him out for you if you want."

"It's best not to underestimate him." She says grimly, but when she turns to you, her face slowly broke into a smile and took your hand. "Thanks." she said, then pulled you to a walk. "Come on, let's go see you dressed up. It's hard to take you seriously when your dressed like that!"

You do a good enough job distracting her that she was laughing and smiling again, not as much as earlier, but it was better than her grim silence. The two of you walk for 15 minutes, and you marvel at how many people this place could hold. Finally, you reach clearing in the middle of the sea of tents.

In the middle of the clearing was a large stone pillar with a statue of a man embedded into it.

"What's the sculpture for?" you ask.

"That's no sculpture." Lisa Lisa says as she approached the statue. "Good evening, Dedringer! There's a newbie here that needs registration!"

The statue came to life as it slowly morphed out of the pillar, and a burly, scantily-clad man with flowing hair fell to the ground in front of you. When he stood up straight, the man actually towered over you.

"Lisa Lisa. Hmmm." the man from the Pillar mused, then looked at you. "You there. Do you wish to join the Ivory Tower Run?"

What say?

[ ] Hell yeah!

[ ] do I have a choice?

[ ] what the fuck?

Feel free to add on.

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>>23213484
>pic related

>>23213484
hell the fuck yeah. bring it on.

>>23213543
Wrapping this up for now. Will be up again later in the afternoon.

Thanks to all who participated!

>>23213484
>[ ] do I have a choice?
also, Pose.

>>23213750
can you give me a general time to be on the lookout?

>>23213876
It's 3AM right now in New York, so I'll start at around maybe 10 am to 12 noon NY time. If my internet conks out again I'll just go over to a place with free wifi while I drink.

Rolled 77

>>23214060
Are you in NY? If so, it seems strange that you usually start this so late, I think today was the earliest I've seen you start.

>>23214427
I'm in the Failippines, I just go by NY time for the sake of the western anons who are, as far as I know, the majority of the posters here. I Have to stay up anyway to finish up some reports, and running this quest helps me keep awake and sane.

Rolled 62

>>23214742
Ah, makes sense I suppose.