>>28871482

"I will not drink if it does not please me. Now, if you please leave my house."

Rolled 30

>>28871482
I prefer to be cautious when i drink, one may often find it difficult to tell when he has poured to much

we need to sound all philosophical and smart here, but get across that we aint gonna take his bullshit

>>28871482
And now I'm definitely not signing.

>>28871482
"If it is forced, then it is not worth drinking."

>>28871616
>>28871777
>>28871816
>>28872163

That... was definitely a threat. You don't know if this man is of the sort to make trouble while in a house; seeing as Charlie and Anna invited him in and sat him down, and probably even made him that cup of whatever it was he's finished, it seems unlikely he will start a fight here.

Then again, even if he doesn't do it *here*... you remember what happened the other time when you got assaulted right outside the house. Incidentally, Anna knows Chinese?

You insist on replying in English. No reason shutting Charlie out of this. 'On the matter of drinking, I prefer to judge by whether it pleases me, or will simply make me drunk. If it is the former, I will gladly take a toast. But if it's the latter, or if I can't be sure, then I will not touch it.'

'Is that so.' Pan Jianwei gets to his feet, and for a moment you're certain he will strike a stance. But instead he simply goes to the paper and takes it. 'So I take it you will not come to the meeting? I shall tell my master and friends to not prepare for someone who will not grace our event?'

You don't really know what to say, but saying nothing might well be the most philosophical response. Jianwei smiles coldly, and then bows stiffly.

'We will certainly meet again if you are remaining in this City, young master. And not just we. We are but a humble establishment. There are yet others which are less humble.'

Still saying nothing, you see him out, and then turn back. Charlie heaves a sigh as Anna rubs her temples. 'That was weird...'

> What do/say?
> Also, what plans do you make in response to these? This probably won't be the first time someone comes to you with such an invitation...

>>28872401
"Weird, threatening, kind of rude, whatever. Come on, let's get back inside."

do research on all the various underworld factions and see which ones are most likely gunning for us.

Up security on the house.

Train more.

>>28872401
also, ask Anna about Pan Jian Wei. How did she know they were bad news?

>>28872401
"Wow, that sure was fun. Who the hell was that Jianwei character?"

>>28872401
ask anna for dets

>>28872401
So hey, do you have a twitter account? I remember you mentioning it in a past thread, but I can't find a link to it.

>>28872915
https://twitter.com/Stratocumulus1

>>28872930
Cool. Thanks.

'Well,' you head back, smiling to try and ease the tension. 'That was friendly, wasn't it? It's nice to know the martial arts societies are such good news.'

... nope, smiling doesn't work. Charlie still looks confused, and Anna looks grim, though eventually she nods in approval when you sit down. 'It's a good thing you didn't sign it, though.'

'So what on earth is it? I kind of saw you shaking your head, but I mean... it's an invitation, right?'

'Well, it's written like an invitation, but when they say to exchange pointers, it means they are asking you for a fight. To be sure, it's meant to be on fair terms, with your safety guaranteed, and he's being very polite by the fight-seeking standards of a lot of schools.' Anna shrugs. 'But asking for a fight nicely is still asking for a fight. Didn't really want you to be bashed up.'

'Looks like you dodged a bullet there, mate,' Charlie says, and you totally agree with that. 'Also, Anna, how do you know so much? What do these schools do for a living anyway?'

'Lots of people want to learn these things. The City's got quite a culture of that. So they teach people, teach foreigners as well, or just give them a place to socialise and exercise. But then many of them function as enforcers for certain businesses, or gangs. And many of them *are* gangs as well as fighting schools. Pretty thin line between vigilante work and being a gangster.'

'Was that Pan dude from a big school... or gang, then?'

'I don't know.' Anna shrugs. 'Anyway. Have either of you had dinner?'

The pizza you had while relaxed, Janice lying baretop on your stomach, suddenly seems a little less substantial. Anna looks like she's offering to cook or something...

> Yeah, I've eaten.
> No, I'm hungry.
> Other.

>>28873105
> No, I'm hungry.

>>28873105
Mention we had a little pizza earlier, but something light to eat would be good.

>>28873105
>yeah I've eaten

>>28873132
>>28873131

These.

Ask them about their weekend plans.

>>28873105
>>28873206
Oh yes, dinner would be an excellent time to bring up the environmentalist event thing with Anna.

Well, if Anna's making food... 'I've had a little to eat just now, but something light would be nice. Charlie?'

'I'm famished,' she says, laughing as the three of you all go into the kitchen for some reason. Seriously, this kitchen is *huge* - the social events that used to go on in here must be quite impressive. Comes from having a deep network, no doubt. 'I was going to make some instant noodles when Anna said she was going to cook, so I said sure...'

'Instant noodles are bad for you anyways,' Anna shakes her head.

'Yes, grandma,' Charlotte curtsies. In the fridge, it turns out Anna's prepared some things halfway before the visitor came. 'Anything we can do to help?'

'I was going to make something complicated, and then you can help me. But we're all hungry, so fuck it I'll just fry something up.' She grins.

'I'll just look busy then.' Charlie turns to you. 'You look... a little tired. In someone else's pants again, perhaps?'

That's pretty forthright! Time for verbal taijiquan. 'What plans have you got for the weekend?'

'Me? Well, I'm going to an interview actually. It's the Museum of Urban Art, they need a part time security guard...'

You tell Anna more, in the meantime, about the environment thing. 'I think I'd be up for that,' she says. 'They need funding, you say?'

'Ooh, I might be able to help with that,' Charlie rubs her chin.

> What do/say? Are you going to draw them all in on these schemes?

>>28873396
Oh yes, the more the merrier. If you're all so willing to help out, then why not?

>>28873396
>Are you going to draw them all in on these schemes?

You know what? why not.

Anyway, accept Charlie's offer.

And get back to training. We should probably consider meditation this time.

>>28873396
more training!
after eats ofc

>>28873455
lol meditation is for pussies

>>28873455
Yeah. After all the "physical exertion" we've done today, meditation would be best. Green Dragon, right?

>>28873396

Wish Charlie all the best.

Accept her offer, ask if she wants us to go with her to the interview. Just for encouragement.

> Oh yes, I forgot to post your skills.

> Red Phoenix:
> Wings Route 1: you can now parry attacks on your flanks more effectively (+10 bonus).

> Black Tortoise:
>Void Route 1: Sometimes the best defence is evasion. This allows you to block an enemy attack while being ready to exploit the situation.

> I rechecked the votes, it seems void is the more popular one so we'll go with that.

>>28873496
I dunno. Maybe it was the green dragon?

>>28873532
> Green Dragon: the art of strength: using meditation to improve your internal power.
> White Tiger: the art of offence: in this case, joint-locking,
> Red Phoenix: the art of movement: in this case the footwork and dexterity of defence.
> Black Tortoise: the art of hardness: the application of pressure to force enemies into submission.

Yep.

'Wait, so it's an interview for a job? Oh nice! Also, if you know anyone with plenty of money who cares about the environment...'

'Thanks! And yeah I might, just.' Charlie grins. How's she so sunny? 'Well, it's a part time thing, like three days every week. Or if there's events happening. But it should be really interesting.'

'Want any company on the way to the interview? You know, just to give encouragement...'

'Yeah, I've got the pom-poms, and he's bringing the vuvuzelas. But seriously though, the Urban Museum's got quite a bit going on.' Anna's words end with a 'TCHARR' as stuff hits hot oil.

'If you want to join me there or after the interview, sure. But isn't someone moving in tomorrow? The Chinese girl?'

'Oh yeah, Chenglin! Come think of it, Anna, does Chenglin also know a lot about the City and its scene and schools? She's from one of the big ones herself, isn't she?'

'You might not want to talk to her about that. And the thing is, she's mostly been wandering outside the City, in the Republic.'

> Why's that?
> Keep that in mind, eat dinner quietly.
> Keep that in mind, say something at dinner.

>>28873728
>> Why's that?

>>28873728
Yeah, go ahead and ask why.

Also, what about accepting Charlie's offer to help in advertising? You seemed to have forgotten about that.

>>28873728
WHY IS THAT INDEED

That's a bit of a surprise. Wasn't Chenglin born here, unlike... well, all of you? You both look on as Anna finishes up her cooking and starts ladling what looks like tomato and meat stir-fry of some sort onto piles of instant noodles. Oh man that looks filling. You hope meditating until bedtime burns calories as well. It does, right? Right?

'I thought you said the noodles were bad for you,' Charlie ribs her, and Anna smiles, a little embarrassed.

'There's nothing else to cook for carbs, though... we're going to need lots of starch in the house seeing what we all like to do.'

The stir fry, it turns out, is strangely brilliant. The tomatoes are tangy, but moderated by some... sugar and probably salt, with the fragrance of certain herbs in it. Oregano, Anna explains. The meat is tender.

'So, Charlie. Who was that you had in mind for advertising?'

'We could go see him tomorrow after the interview, actually. He owns an organic food shop and bar sort of thing. It's a cafe, basically.'

'Sounds good. And Anna, why's Lin been in the Republic, then?'

'Well, I don't really know the details. But after her parents died suddenly, which was about five or six years ago, both of Chenglin's older brothers joined hands to take over the school, and she wasn't allowed to set foot in there again.' Anna shrugs. 'And they started spreading certain rumours about her that forced her to leave the City entirely...'

> How do you feel about Chenglin's story?
> Also, do anything else while eating and before meditation?

> Roll 2d100 for meditation.

Rolled 4, 50 = 54

>>28873982
Sounds like a dick move. sympathy.

Why don't you guys crack a few jokes to lighten the mood? I'm out for the night.

Rolled 50, 98 = 148

>>28873982
Erg. Sounds like she has a complicated family situation. Ask Anna what kind of rumors were spread.

Rolled 99, 8 = 107

>>28873982
So, Chenglin's brothers are both cunts? Is there something that they are protecting her from? We need to start assembling a shopping list. Taters, rice and more noodles are probably on the list. Let's see what the girls want

Rolled 88, 27 = 115

>>28873982
Not much for family, eh? Maybe we should pay her a visit.

>>28874061
We don't really need to visit her, though. Since she'll be coming over on the weekend anyway? What day is it anyway?

Rolled 54, 99 = 153

>>28873982
Her brothers are assholes. Let's put them on our list.

See if Anna's willing to meditate with us.

> ... seeing two 99's and one 98, I think I'll take that for practice.
> 99, 99, 98: Clearly sex is great for meditation.

'... Wow. That sounds like quite a dick move to pull on your own sister.'

'It is. Their school is still pretty major, though. The Jian family Xingyiquan - I mean, of course we joke around about each other's styles, but she *is* very powerful.'

'What's it like, this Xingyiquan?' Charlie's curiosity is clearly piqued.

'It's a relatively simple group of forms and fists. There's like a few movements which they practice obsessively, and adapt to combat situations. But there's also quite a bit of meditation, and strength training.'

'I see... heh, I can't really do meditation,' Charlie turns to you. 'Bajiquan does require it so I do sometimes, but I'd much rather actually move and train...'

'Won't security guard work be boring for you then? You're basically just sitting there, right? I mean...'

'Meh, if it pays...' she shrugs.

'Anyway, maybe we could draw up a unified shopping list. Let's get a sack of potatoes and a sack of rice, to start. Any suggestions?'

'If you've seen Chenglin eat, maybe two sacks of rice.'

'I've seen *you* eat, so maybe three,' you say, and Anna sticks her tongue out at you. 'Charlie, what do you want?'

You end up spending half an hour debating the merits of different cuts of beef.

> Which cut do you advocate?
> If you want to crack jokes and lighten up the atmosphere, go for it. It still seems a bit tense after that intrusion...
> And yes, your roll is taken into account. Anna agrees to meditate with you.

>>28874235
I am a pleb when it comes to discussing the pros and cons of different meat products, so I've got nothing to say there. If we wanna joke around, we could take offense at Charlie's earlier insinuation at us always being in someone's pants. I mean, it's true. But. What an image for her to have of us.

Unless anyone else has any ideas on what to say, we might as well move on to the meditation training.

>>28874235
Stew beef, it's cheap, stew is easy to make, just chop some up, throw in some other stuff, spice it, put it in a pot and let it simmer for the rest of the day, and you've got an easy meal.

Some lamb would be good.

Brisket for slowcooking or barbeque, do a pile at once and you've got damn good sandwich meat for days.

>>28874235
I would say a pot roast would be preferred. Something that we could leave in a slowcooker while we are doing different landlord things, but will still give a satisfying filling meal. Some skirt steak might be nice as a treat.

Since you've always been of the persuasion that meat was pretty much meat (you damned pleb), you simply sit there and blink as the two ladies slug it out over the qualities of meat. Heh. The qualities of- okay, stop now.

'No, you see, a sirloin is all well and good, but it's not *versatile*,' Anna says. 'Whereas if you give me a piece of brisket, or flank, I could do a hundred things with it.'

'But those hundred things will take a hundred days each. I mean, I tried making brisket, it took a year for the bloody thing to become tender! And that's after I put tenderiser on it!'

'You CAN'T put tenderiser - oh god, you've wasted that poor cow!'

'Hey, I come from a country where we don't fight over the poor bits.'

'Oi, oi, you damned Aussie-' Anna leaps to her feet, though you can tell she's joking, and Charlie shrieks with laughter as you run up and faux-restrain her, pulling her hands behind her back.

'All right now! Argument's over! The ultimate verdict is that we need to get some lamb.'

'Oh I can do that.'

'That's nice. Lamb's nice.' Anna turns around. 'And you're molesting me.'

'First someone says I'm always in someone's pants, and then you say I'm molesting you. Am I really some sort of sex fiend to the two of you?'

'... Janice and Callie? Yeah. You kinda are.'

Fine. You huff and puff away to meditate, though you end up pacing around the dojo trying to walk the meal off before you finally feel un-full enough to sit down.

> cont'd.

>>28874449

You walk over to the meditation corner, and are just getting settled down and into position when the door opens and both Anna and Charlie come in - the former in a form-hugging t-shirt that shows off her figure nicely, the latter in a tank-top. Doesn't need any much showing off, Charlotte's figure.

'Hey. What, both of you're here?'

'We're both worried about letting each other be with you alone,' Charlie says, and laughs aloud again. 'No, no, mate, let's do this together!'

The three of you sit down in a triangle, and at Anna's suggestion move so that you touch each other's knees. Each of you puts your right hand on the knee of another person - Charlie, in your case, while your left hand remains at the pit of the stomach. Then you meditate.

Even though you haven't done this a lot, it takes a surprisingly short time to sink into peace and calm this time round. Maybe it's the rhythmic breathing of your two partners, setting some sort of background beat. Time seems to slow, and you begin focusing on different parts of your body - how you draw breath, how your blood and breath and energy flow, the tensing and flexing of both your own body and the others'. Strangely you realise you can guess how Charlie is sitting simply by having your hand on her knee, and having Anna's hand on yours.

> cont'd.

>>28874531

You don't know how long it's been, before you begin feeling that deep, powerful tingle again - even stronger than usual, rising from your crotch and rather well-used genitals through your belly button, solar plexus, all the way up. And then from your cranium, suddenly cascading down your spine so hard you twitch. Oh. Oh *god* that was a sensation. You twitch again, feeling the energy run, feeling what was sunken and stationary move into the flow of things again.

You're getting a pretty massive boner, your sphincter is tight as hell, and heat rushes through your body while you try to control your breathing. You... you can't. The breath is working on its own. Your body - it's moving to gain control of some great, powerful resources, tapping it and moving it like blood through you.

It burns. It *burns*! You grimace and try to keep from yelling out, but soon the heat is so intense you grunt. Then an awful pulse of what feels like acid rises up from your stomach, even farther below that, rushing up your chest, and your back and shoulders flex hard as you suddenly give a loud cry, unable to hold it anymore.

'Eh?'

'Hey!'

You feel two hands grabbing you, but your body doesn't want interference and you brush them off gently. Then the acid comes out of you, and you rise up and slump back on your knees before the world comes back to. Holy FUCK, you just puked a mouthful of blood!

Also, why are Charlie and Anna several feet away on their respective arses?

'Dude, what the hell happened?!' Charlie rushes over to you. But you feel... light, and easy, and comfy.

> Holy shit. You have gained 3 levels in the Green Dragon.
> Skill tree still under construction, will show whenever ready.

> Joy for your achievement.
> Concern for Anna and Charlie.
> Other.

>>28874569
> Concern for Anna and Charlie.

"No idea, I'm alright though. Are you two okay?"

Once we make sure everyone is okay then we should explain what we just felt and let them know that we feel pretty much better than ever, have them fill us in on what they saw, and work out exactly what's going on.

>>28874569
So we're at Green Dragon 4 now, huh? Awesome.

Tell them that we felt a lot of heat inside our body (I guess that's why meditation and inner power are related to a Dragon, huh); it felt awful, but at the same time, our body didn't seem to want to stop that feeling. When we felt them grabbing us, we must have unconsciously pushed them away. We better apologize for that and ask if they're alright.

>>28874569
>> Concern for Anna and Charlie.
"Shit, I don't know. What the fuck was that?"

> Yes.

> Green Dragon 4
> Red Phoenix 2
> Black Tortoise 2
> White Tiger 0

> Not a very offensive person, are you?

>>28874636
We'll get there.

>>28874636
We should probably pick up some White Tiger when we have a chance.

>>28874647
Tomorrow morning, I suppose.

>>28874569
"I know kung-fu."

What happened...? Actually, what *did* happen? You feel as good as you've been in some time, with a sense of ease and strength flowing down your arms - though the fact that you're fully standing at attention now is a slight embarrassment.

'Um... I don't really know what happened, except I kind of feel... good. Sorry about just now.' You are about to stand, but then realise that would leave you tenting your pants. This doesn't normally happen during meditation, right?! Also, Anna, stop looking at it as if you're in a museum! You tell them roughly of the things you felt - the energy, the strange heat, then the sense of terrible heartburn that led to you spitting out blood.

Charlie comes close to the blood, then looks at you. 'You said you brushed us off gently when you were trying to get up?'

'Yeah...? What, I didn't?'

'No. You literally knocked me on me arse, and Anna stumbled and rolled over backwards. You *shoved* us crazy hard.'

... you *what*?

'Judging from the fact that you're having a massive priapism and your chest and solar plexus are burning, I'd say maybe you have opened your meridian partly,' Anna says. 'The meridians are how energy is stored in your body. But if it's stored, it can't be moved quickly. Or something like that. My master told me about it.'

'Maybe you can ask Lin when she moves in,' Charlie shrugs. But... but damn, you feel good. You feel a little like fighting, even.

> Spar with Anna.
> Spar with Charlie.
> Let's not. It's... holy fuck, it's 10.30 already? Friday nights are always this quick...
> Other.

>>28874748
>> Other.

Spar with them both. We could probably do with a bit of practice against multiple opponents.

>>28874748
First, test out our strength, go through some basic movements, make sure everything is functioning properly and we have control over our strength, and give us a chance to calm down and not sport a massive boner.

And then ask if either of them would be up for a spar.

>>28874748
>>28874792
This sounds reasonable.

>>28874792

Going with this. A few drills first.

Since Charlie's going for interview tomorrow, I was thinking maybe we shouldn't spar with her. In case she gets a bruise or something.

>>28874787
HELL YEAH! POOOOOWWWWEEEEER!

>>28874787
>>28874850
Nah, better not. Aside from the obvious "pride before the fall" cliche, we don't wanna get Charlie hurt the night before her interview.

>>28874787
>>28874792
>>28874795
>>28874833

You want to fight - you want to fight. Grinning before you can control yourself, you go through a few motions of punching and stance, trying to will your boner to go back into your body. Come on, come on, this isn't one of the occasions where you're needed. Well, with these two, not for the moment...

'Someone's frisky in many senses of the word,' Charlie says, which breaks your flow and makes you blush a bit. 'But seriously, you suddenly look a lot more energetic. Maybe Anna is right about the meridian thing.'

'Can anyone open their meridians?'

'Suppose so. Have you tried, Char?'

'Nope. Didn't even tell us about these things.' Meanwhile you look down to see that you're finally subsiding, and *that* makes you excited in the fighting sense.

'Do either of you mind sparring?' You blurt out, and they look at you. 'Or even both of you...? Simultaneously?'

'That's ambitious,' Anna folds her arms. Grr. 'I'll take you on, though, if you want.'

'I think I should sleep and not get beaten up before interviewing for a job,' Charlie smiles and grabs her red Kerokero towel. 'So... try not to make it too loud and rowdy.'

'Oh for-'

'Goodnight, Char!' Anna laughs and shoves her out, then gives you her sly, almost seductive smile. 'Looks like it's just the two of us then,' she moves into stance. 'Be gentle. I haven't done this with you before.'

> What do/say as you start the fight?
> She seems determined to let you move first. How do you move, then? (Roll d100).

Rolled 4

>>28874884
Walk around her slowly and get ready to counter and get ready to counter her. Gotta make use of the routes we unlocked!

What was Anna's style again?

>>28874919

> White Crane Style: Fast, fluid, full of movement, diversion, deception and guile. Suited for someone tall with good reach, which makes Anna (and Sinead, her senior) pretty damn well suited.

Rolled 81

>>28874933
Ah. We better watch out for any sweeps she makes, then.

Rolled 35

>>28874884

All of our moves at the moment are focused on defense and raw power. I would say take a defensive position and study the opponent.

Rolled 10

>>28874884
> What do/say as you start the fight?

"I could say the same thing to you."

Try to get in close up to her and stick to her, don't give her a chance to use her reach to keep us far away and dictate the flow of the fight.

Rolled 5

>>28874884
"Oh please as if you're not the expert here"
Let's pretend to do an error to trick her into a compromising position, maybe exploiting our newfound force
I know nothing about fighting

>>28874919
>>28874942
>>28874946
>>28874953
>>28874957
God bless that 81.

Rolled 65

>>28874965
I won't roll ever again

>>28874982
and I'm officially retarded

Rolled 100

>>28874884
Damn, I'm late to the party.

>>28874982
This quest has been pretty blessed/plauged with great rolls so far.

>>28874998
Hehehe.

>>28874998
Damn.
Hope we didn't kill her

> 81, but against a low background: Not very positive.

'Well, I could say the same to you,' you grin slyly, feeling an interesting groundswell of confidence. This is going to turn out well. Anna almost seems to be retreating before you, though you also entertain the thought that she's luring you into a rash advance.

Circling around her so she can't back against a corner and secure her front, you both grin as you move towards her little by little. Eventually Anna attacks first, swiping from your side which you block easily, but then following that up with a quick series of thrusts and jabs at your centre and head. Fucking hell she's quick!

Braving the hail of jabs with all the dodging and parrying skills you have, you manage to push close to Anna quickly - though the movement you've done to do so leaves you dangerously overstretched, and she easily sees that as well. You brave one last pair of jabs at your kidneys, and then thrust the back of your hand towards her chest, connecting with her just as you feel a sharp pain in your shin and topple over with a yelp. WHAP! Man, tatami is loud!

'Was that a grope or a punch?' Anna rubs her right boob. 'How uncouth.'

'Oh all right already!' You spring up into stance quickly and this time Anna takes the initiative. She lands a palm on your forehead, but then you think quickly and block that upwards, pushing towards her again. A side kick lands thigh-first into your side, dealing little impact, and this time you have enough space for another shove on her solar plexus which sends her reeling. 'How's that?'

'Better.' She grins. 'Okay. Come on then.'

> How do you attack?
> And do you take that 100? If not, roll something else.

>>28875033
Which of our styles is the one centered on grabs again?

>>28875033
> And do you take that 100? If not, roll something else.
Tempting....but I wouldn't want to accidentally break anything.

Also, are you rolling for Anna? You didn't mention if we were going to be contested.

Try to move towards her sides and attack her from there. Put her off balance.

>>28875060
White Tiger; we didn't really develop that yet.

>>28875033
Take that 100, obviously. And pin her down, let's see if she's so cocky without the height advantage

Rolled 66

>>28875072
Also, rolling.

>>28875033

Take the 100.

Take Anna down, try not to injure her.

Rolled 52

>>28875033
Rolling for getting up close and personal with turtoise

>>28875033
> How do you attack?

Keep up the pressure, aim some low kicks at her legs to keep her from moving around too much, try to open up an opportunity to get her into a grapple.

Use the 100, try not to hurt her too much, using a grapple makes it easier to hold back a bit and not break anything.

>>28875033
Take it, take it!

>>28875072
It's a 100, it should be a perfectly executed technique, it won't injure her if we don't want to

Rolled 85

>>28875115
Well, it's outside of the first 5 rolls. If it was within them, I'd agree with you perfectly. But when a QM offers to take a roll outside of the first allotted few, sometimes they may choose to attach some sort of catch to it. That is to say, we do it perfectly, but with unintended consequences. As opposed to if we legitimately got it in the first place.

Honestly, I'd just feel safer not taking the 100 and risking Anna getting hurt. No need to get greedy, you guys. This is just a practice match.

>>28875134
Well, he takes the 1 even if they aren't in the 5 dices, it seems a little unfair to ignore 100 or to nerf them

>>28875171
Oh, did he? Well then, I'd be totally fine with taking the 100 in that case.

It just seems odd that he would offer to give us the option to not take it. Since it sorta implies that taking it may not be something we'd want.

> If the 100 is taken, Anna doesn't need rolling - it's a critical.
> And since it seems like we're taking it, well. 100: Critical!

She wants you to attack then, does she? You crack your neck and, even without you mustering it too hard, the feeling of sudden power and warmth that seized you in the middle of meditation runs through you again as if knowing you are about to unleash yourself.

Rushing forward, you know what you'll do. If Anna's height gives her long reach, you can block those. But once you get close, you won't have the distance necessary to strike her. The solution to that, clearly, is to grapple her. As you are half a pace away, Anna strikes out, one hand slapping on your shoulder and another punching you in the chest, but for some reason you don't feel much pain from them.

Your attacks, on the other hand... you catch Anna's hand even before she withdraws from your chest, grabbing it above the wrist and turning it outwards where she won't hurt you but you won't break anything either; then, as she suddenly senses danger and tries to back away, you sweep her left leg with strength that surprises even you. Her foot leaves the ground, and Anna pushes against your shoulder to recover, but you simply step forward and kick straight out, taking her right foot from under her as well...

'Woah-' she says. You quickly turn her over, and then there is a second WHAP! This time you're directly on top of Anna, your hand holding her left arm wrenched behind her back, resting in between her legs so she can't kick inwards. It takes you a moment to realise you're just inches from her face, close enough to feel her breath, and anyway her body is heaving up against you as she pants.

'How's that?' you grin, still half in the glow of victory. Your sweat is dripping on her cheeks.

'Not bad,' she murmurs. Her eyes are a deep, olive-ish grey-ish colour, and lovely. 'You might have dislocated my shoulder, though.'

> ... What do/say now?

>>28875265

> Also, have I taken 1's outside the rolls before?!
> I remember *considering* them, which means they impact immediate actions, but they don't cause critical failures. For 100's I'd do so as well.
> Sorry if it isn't *absolutely* clear, but Rule of Fun motivates me. But first 5 rolls are *taken*, Fun rolls are *considered*.

>>28875265
Shit, really?
I'm so so sorry, want me to call an ambulance or something?

>>28875265
Er.....sorry Anna.

Better help her with that injury. You have to pull on it, right? To set it back? Afterward, we should put some ice on it.

>>28875265
"Mmm, that's not good. We should probably take a look at that."

We probably should make sure nothing is dislocated before we go any further, or fix it if we can if it is dislocated. So she's going to have to take off her shirt.

We can follow up the inspection of her shoulder with a nice massage.

>>28875265
"Aww you're no fun"
Let her go so she can check herself, while recovering from the winning high.
"Do you have an uncanny ability to catch injuries or you're just so happy to be beaten by me?"

>>28875265
"Then i'd be very sorry, but i didn't, did i?"

>>28875337
Er....that's a pretty bad joke, anon. Let's not do that.

>>28875363
...
fuck, you're right

>>28875337
>>28875335
>>28875305
>>28875303

'Oh shit, are you serious? Sorry, Anna. Man, you do tend to...'

The fact that you're in a... rather compromising physical position with Anna is gradually coming to you, but you quickly tamp down on the possibility of a reaction as much as you can. But then, when you attempt to sit up, you realise something.

Anna's got her other arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer or at least holding you in this position. Uh... what is this? She smiles a little, and then you feel her body twitch, a twinge of pain or discomfort cross her face, when you move a bit.

'Anna-'

And then she moves. In a flurry of limbs and joints, all pressed against each other, you try your best to react and to shove her away, realising this is a counterattack. But Anna's body strength is really quite something; her hips slide up against your stomach, then her legs are both free and behind you. Oh fuck, that means-

You topple backwards, feeling a shower of sweat on your own face followed by the harsh fluorescent lighting that's quickly blocked by Anna's face over yours. Her grin now is triumphant, revealing just a little of her teeth as she lies on you, straddling your hips and with her lower left arm pressed up against your neck. Just a little shift and she could cut your air off.

'This is *cheating*. CHEATING!' You yell.

'The commander never tires of deception!' She laughs. 'What were you thinking of, lying on top of me like that anyway? You were taking advantage of me too, weren't you?'

Her breath smells of dinner, and a little of coffee.

> ... damnit! What do/say? You're definitely in a worse position now. Is the fight still on, or do you end it?

>>28875412
Try to psyche her out.

Look the side and widen our eyes and say something like...."Uh, it's not what it looks like Charlie." Then try to flip Anna over and switch positions with her.

>>28875412
"I was thinking of your eyes.

And I could say the same thing about you, taking advantage of an innocent man like myself, shame on you."

Look for an opportunity, for her losing focus on us for a second, to turn the tables.

>>28875412
"Next time, i am not letting go until you tap out even if you are bleeding through five different places. Alright, i give."

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>>28875412
She wants the D

>>28875412

Incidentally, you realise your left arm and hand is free. Your right is pinned under her hand and against your neck, but...

>>28875498

Grin and stroke her face, see if that surprises her. Then try to turn the tables.

>>28875412
"Your breath smells" Surprise her and take adventage of the opening.

To be sure, there are worse places to be than to be pinned and straddled by someone like Anna. Of course, that's because you know she's a friend. Well... you think you know, anyway.

Thinking quickly, you consider all the ways you could try to psyche her out and get an advantage. 'Hmm. You have very nice eyes,' you think aloud.

'Thank you,' she says. 'That won't work, though.'

'Look out behind you?'

She chuckles, leaning a little closer, which is your chance. You raise your left hand and aim at her face, but slowly; and as you sweep a few strands of Anna's dark blonde hair from her face to behind her neck, fingertips brushing her cheeks as you do so, she starts a little.

'Now that-'

You're not the only person with good core strength, lady! Or at least you think that, while arching your back and bending your legs, trying to perhaps bridge her off you completely.

> Roll d100. This is an opposed roll.

Rolled 34

>>28875593

Rolled 85

>>28875593
time for erotic wrestling match.

Rolled 94

>>28875593
We so gonna lose.

Rolled 72

>>28875593
Rollin'.

> Just a question: How exactly do you want this attempt at a breakout to end up?

> Because you have the upper hand right now, as you might have guessed, but that could mean anything when you're being pinned by an attractive tenant.

Rolled 18

>>28875593

>>28875678
*eyebrow waggle*

>>28875678
Give her a kiss, or put her in a position where she can easily kiss us. We've been circling around that since we met her.

>>28875678
We end on top, preferably with her pinned down as good as we can manage.

> 94 vs. 30: decisive.

Utilising all the muscles of your torso, taking in a deep breath as you writhe into position under Anna, you then slap your left arm back on the tatami and bridge so hard that it manages to lift Anna off, rolling her to one side. She's still holding your right hand, though, so you can only roll towards her yourself while pulling upright.

Anna recovers too, into a seated position, and uses her leg and hip strength to try and pull you towards her. At the same time, her other hand punches up, ready to stun you in the jaw while you fall, but then your Void route kicks into action naturally and you tilt your head to one side.

The fist misses your face, and you tilt back again, catching it between face and shoulder. That's the chance! Leaning back and to the side, you swing Anna onto her side with another loud thud, and by the time she rolls on her back *you* are straddling her, pinning both arms, resting on her leg with your hip.

Leaning forward, you shake your head and Anna giggles as sweat falls on her. The only way to keep her hand from thrashing around between her chest and yours is to lie on it, so you do, and then it falls still in your grasp. Her other arm is stretched over her head, cradling her face.

'Concede?' You pant.

She leans up and pecks you on the lips, a quick touch. Then again, this time more firmly but just for a second before she lies back, those lips that just caressed yours gaping a little.

'That's kind of what you wanted, right?'

> Uh... how react?

>>28875829
"If I say yes, would that make me look like a sex fiend? Because I'm not sure if that's worth it."

>>28875829

Supporting:
>>28875860

>>28875860
thirding

>>28875829
"It wouldn't of happened if you didn't want it just as much."

Then kiss her back.

>>28875860
>>28875879

Anna's kisses tingle on your lips for a few more moments before the sensation fades. You cock your head.

'Well. If I say yes, that makes me a sex fiend, doesn't it? I don't know if I want to be known as a sex fiend.'

'That boat's sailed,' Anna chuckles. 'I'm a little offended that you think I'm a worse wingman than Charlie. Because don't tell me you didn't do Callie. You were away all afternoon.'

'Well... I kinda did.'

'See?' She smiles. 'Sex fiend. Her colleague really is hotter, though. Molly. If you want a wingman...'

'Tsk. Well, you're the one who kissed me, weren't you?' Then you render that an invalid statement by leaning downwards at Anna. Stretched out, she rises against your body and goes 'mmm', tilting her head as you properly explore each other's lips. She doesn't allow your tongue any entry, though.

It's a few seconds before she wriggles her hands free and then pushes you away, and you stand up and help her to her feet. Well...

'You're blushing,' she says.

> What do/say? It's like... 11.15 now.
> I'm off for dinner.

>>28875931
Well, we can leave it at that for now, I suppose. Build up that tension. Because, right now, it's really time for some sleep.

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>>28875897
>wouldn't of
I'm not really much of a grammar nazi, but kindergarten errors like this drives me mad

>>28875969
Also, we already had a threesome earlier today. I think the Little Master is tuckered out. Face this enemy when we're at 100%, yeah?

>>28875931
"Can you really blame me for blushing? Us sex fiends are still human after all."

After this we should probably get a quick shower and get some sleep.

>>28875931
"I was thinking about your practicing session with Charlie"

>>28876017
A bit too....lecherous there, anon. I mean. We don't have to be classy, but. A little class would help.

>>28875982
It is beyond kindergarten level now. A lot of native English speakers use of instead of have. It is one of those little mistakes that drives me crazy. Why the fuck do people do this?

'Hey, a sex fiend is a human too,' you say, quickly reaching to touch your face. Are you really blushing? Fine, maybe you are. It's a little warm. Anna is positively *glowing*, though, which makes her... even prettier, somehow. 'Anyway, not like you aren't blushing.'

'I'm not. It's just warm.'

'It's warm here too, then.'

'Fine.'

An awkward silence as you pad out of the dojo and hear Charlie trotting towards her room, no doubt from the bathroom. Dude, why is there a trail of water? Does she not towel herself down properly, or...

'We both want a shower, I'm guessing...'

> Let Anna go.
> Assert landlord privilege.
> Well, there's a shower and a tub, both with curtains...
> Other.

>>28875931
"I am a shy person, you see, despite your accusations of me being a sex fiend."

>>28876077
>Assert landlord privilege.
>Well, there's a shower and a tub, both with curtains...
"I am gonna lay in the tub, you can use the shower as long as you promise to respect curtains' privacy."

>>28876077
>Well, there's a shower and a tub, both with curtains

Is...is she seducing us? I'm not sure how I feel about being on the receiving end.

>>28876065
Because they mistake the "ve" abrevation of "have" with "of" so "should've" becomes "should of".
It's an increasingly common mistake among native English speakers and it is fucking retarded.

>>28876106

Bloody annoying, yeah.

>>28876094

... for some reason I don't think we should, if she's seducing us. Not yet.

I'd rather we gently go on Anna route.

>>28876106
When i ask why, i didn't really ask that. I mean i know *'ve* becomes *of*, but people should know this right? Don't they teach these things like in the first grade to native speakers? Why do they do this despite knowing, it's not like it is any shorter either.

>>28876116
>Anna Route
>Not casual boarding house sex route

>>28876077
> Well, there's a shower and a tub, both with curtains...

"I'll take a bath, you can take a shower.

I promise I won't peek, unless you ask nicely."

>>28876090
Yeah. Let's relax in the tub. If she wants let her take her shower, if not she can wait till we get out.

>>28876127
I honestly think it's because they don't know any better. They believe it is grammatically correct.

The whole room is slightly steamed up, and smells of freshness and lemon-lime shampoo, the sort of perky, active scent you'd expect Charlie to use. You have no idea what Anna's shower stuff smells like.

... uh, and it seems like you might be on the brink of knowing. You step into the bathroom, and Anna steps in behind you, clearly not backing down to your assertion of bathroom rights. Is she... is she making a move on you or something...?

'Well. I'll take the bath. You can take the shower if you want. There's curtains...'

'Fine.'

After both getting your clothes, you fumble around at the entrance of the bathroom, wondering which of you should, uh, undress first. Eventually Anna goes into the shower and draws the curtains, and then you take off your own clothes and lie in the bathwater. Why exactly are you being this shy?

The iron-grey top flies out over the shower stall. Followed by her pants. And then a low-cut, black sports bra.

You bathe quietly, sloshing water over yourself carefully, but any semblance of peace is broken about a minute after the shower water starts to flow. You can't really help imagining Anna inside there, nude and showering, water sluicing over her. Well, you've seen another woman with water sluicing over her in there before, so that's something nice to remember as well...

And then Anna sings.

... holy *fuck*. Her voice comes out as a croak, devoid of the normal smoothness of her speaking voice, and EVERY SINGLE NOTE IS WRONG. You don't have perfect pitch, but you know enough to know that this is the exact opposite of perfect pitch.

'In a sentimental moooooood....'

Oh god. Your ears.

> What do/say? She's singing jazz, but look, jazz still has got a key!

Rolled 93

>>28876206
Show her how to REALLY sing jazz.

Rolling for musical perfection.

>>28876206
Sing along

>>28876206
Well, I think we ought to go with >>28876217

Sing right back at her and enjoy a nice bath.

>>28876206
>"Rubber Ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun"

>>28876256
>>28876230
>>28876217

> 93: Didn't know you were so into jazz.

'Oh god, Anna. ANNA!' You sit up just as the foam is beginning to build up, and thankfully the voice stops for a moment.

'What?'

'You're awful at singing! Stop it!'

'Hey! That's uncalled for...' to your surprise her voice is surprisingly tender, as if she's genuinely been hurt by your complaint. But then it turns cool again. 'Well, let's see if you can do better.'

'In a Sentimental Mood, is it? Bring it on, man.' You clear your throat, and then begin to sing.

You've always quite liked jazz. You like how it has got all the crazy different modalities, and how they jump from scale to scale, which makes it really challenging to keep to the right scale and the right key at any point in the music. It's a challenge you relish, and you don't think you do too badly at it, voice wise.

'In a sentimental mooooood... I can see the stars, come, through my rooooom...'

Anna is silent, and in fact she's turned off the shower, and you are somehow sure she's listening very intently as you sing. You're not so sure how that makes you feel, but heck, it's a bit too late to back down. You negotiate the chorus with ease, drag out the last note, and after a long quiet pause Anna applauds.

'That... was really good actually!' Huh. Again the genuinely excited voice. 'Wow! Also, I need you to look away, I'm done.'

'What, already?'

'I'm just rinsing down, man...'

> What say to Anna's praise?
> Also, honour, or sneakiness?

Rolled 8

>>28876324
>Honor
Thank her for the compliment. and tell her, if she ever wanted to, the maestro would be willing to help teach her how to sing jazz. It is an art that very few can master!!!!

....and after we're done pea cocking and joking around, ask her if she's really interested in jazz and how she got into it herself.

>>28876355
I wonder what kinda Jazz she's into.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIvmwIyynbo

>>28876324
"Why thank you. A liberal arts degree means you pick up all sorts of odd skills, I'd be happy to try and teach you what I know."

And honor, don't peek.

>>28876324
>honour

>>28876324

Thank her. Sneakiness without being all too sneaky.

>>28876324
lay back adn close your eyes, dont peek.

> Oh, that *is* nice. Thanks for that.

'Okay then,' you say and quickly lie back and close your eyes. You have no intention of looking, of course. Why you are this awkward around Anna, you aren't sure... but whatever.

Soon there are footsteps, slow and deliberate, as Anna emerges.

'So, once again, that was really good. Didn't know you were into jazz as well and know that song.'

'It's a pretty famous song.'

'If you're into jazz.' Anna must be doing something at the washbasin. Don't look... keep your eyes closed. 'Which it seems you are.'

'Well, you know, the liberal arts degree is there to train Renaissance people. So I guess in my case it's worked.'

'Actually, have you considered being a bouncer or sweeper for a jazz bar or something of that sort?'

'Why would anyone fight in a jazz bar? And what's a sweeper?'

'Sweepers are inside security. Well, only for the big jazz bars, like Louie's. The rest just have bouncers, but...' she's still there. Towelling herself down, perhaps, or something. 'Or hell, you could perform there.'

'I could teach you how to sing, for a nominal fee. It'd have to be quite a fee though. This stuff be high level.'

'So it is,' she muses aloud. 'So it is... so what kind of jazz are you into?'

> The old stuff - Coltrane, Davis, Monk...
> Acid-ish stuff.
> The more modern, electronic sound.
> Something else.

> She's still there. Nude and probably, who knows, washing her face. Do/say something more before she goes and you get to sleep?
> Little Master status: tired/piqued

>>28876459
>implying I know shit about jazz
I'd go with electronic
Blindly offer her the sponge and get our back washed

>>28876459
>> The old stuff - Coltrane, Davis, Monk...

>>28876459
"Anna, I'm all tuckered out right now. Stop doing this to me."

I personally like the electronic stuff myself.

>>28876459
>> The old stuff - Coltrane, Davis, Monk...
>> The more modern, electronic sound.
"Honestly its all good though"

>>28876459
> The old stuff - Coltrane, Davis, Monk...
Oldies but goodies.

>Little Master status
This must now be a thing in every update.

>>28876528
our Little Mana Bar

>>28876459
>The old stuff - Coltrane, Davis, Monk...
Man of Fung Ku is a Man of Tradition.

>>28876459
>>28876562
Also add "You are tempting me Anna, with every second you stay there naked it becomes harder to keep my eyelids close."

>>28876459
> The old stuff - Coltrane, Davis, Monk...

"Anna, as much as we both enjoy the thrill of the chase and the tension between us, we ought to be honest with each other. You know exactly how difficult you are making it to keep my eyes closed.

How far do you want to take this?"

>>28876459
"I prefer the more modern stuff personally, Jazz is about freedom and expression, sticking to the older stuff and hailing it as amazing just stifles the genre you know?"

>>28876583
Actually, minor derail here, but a relevant one. If something is legitimately amazing, it should be called amaing.

Okay, derail over.

>>28876459
"It varies, depending upon what I want to listen to."

'Anna, are you quite down towelling yourself down?' You say, turning around to blink. 'Being honourable exhausts me.'

'It's a test of virtue. Also, I asked you a question.'

'Well, I don't mind the modern, acid jazz stuff, there's some pretty cool stuff there. But you have to admit that no one got it the way Davis and Coltrane got it.' You nod. 'Kind of Blue is the shit.'

'Oh god! Flamenco Sketches, first take or alternate take?'

'Uh...' is this a possibly dangerous choice to take? 'I'd say... the first take.'

'Heretic!' She hisses. Oh well! It was worth a try, and you didn't really want to say what you really thought - which is that they're both good, but you liked Blue in Green rather better than either. 'The alternate take has so much more texture to it! I'm glad they included it in the re-issue.'

Blimey. Someone really really *is* into jazz... but meanwhile the idea that Anna is there and that you could just turn your head and catch a glimpse of her naked is looming larger and larger in your mind, blocking off other thoughts. You know how lithe she is, even in clothes, and up close in combat. But nothing's the same as really looking...

'Anna, you know, I like tension the same way you like tension, and I like teasing too. But you're making it difficult for me. I can hardly keep my eyes closed now, and you bloody well know that.' You pause, listening to two more footsteps. 'So... how far exactly are you going to take this? You just going to prance around naked until I eventually give up and have a look?'

Silence.

'... Anna? Anna?' Finally, you take the risk and open your eyes a crack. What the- how did she get out of a locked door without a sound?! You get up, sigh, and begin drying yourself too. Only a rinse-down, man...

> What do you feel/think about Anna, anyway?
> Next stop - sleep. What do you do tomorrow morning? Wake up early, sleep in, wank in bed, etc.?

>>28876617
If people play the same songs for 50 years it stops being amazing, you can modulate it, you can play it in 7, you can play it in 9, it's fucking boring.

>>28876625
She's really fun to be with. And I can't help but think she really enjoys teasing.

Wake up early. Gotta get into a routine to be able to continue it.

>>28876625
honestly she's nice to be around, and i find myself liking her more and more as we get to know her
>go to bed
>wake up early
>train
>try to go grocery shopping before Lin comes to move in
Green Dragon upgrades?

>>28876625
Do we have any plans for tomorrow? If we are not busy in the morning wake up late morning.

Anna is fun, a good friend from everything we know about her.

>>28876679
He's still working on the skill tree.

>>28876625
I like Anna, she's a great girl, fun to be with, hot as hell, and while she enjoys teasing we like it just as much as she does.

But rushing into sex could disrupt the nice living situation we've built between us and our tenants if it doesn't all go smoothly, or if one of us wants something out of the relationship that the other doesn't. So don't rush it, reciprocate, tease her right back, take our time, and see where it goes.

As for the morning, sleep in a bit, we've had a long day.

>>28876625
A worthy opponent, both in the Dojo and out. Seems to enjoy the teasing and chase just as much.

>Morning
Arise at a decent hour to get a routine as >>28876643 says
No in bed exercises
Start with work out and meditation, just incase the Little Master shows up there....

>>28876689
me again.

In reference to >>28876679
Hold off on shopping till Lin moves in, allowing her a chance to offer up her thoughts/special requests

>>28876689
>Start with work out and meditation
Seconding this. Work-out because physical strength is always useful. Meditation because holy fuck, what happened yesterday?

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>>28876735
>holy fuck, what happened yesterday?
chackra

> Skill tree still being grown. But I have noted your progress, naturally.
> Possibly by tomorrow on this thread, or definitely on a subsequent thread.
> Nonetheless, if you're interested in how the skill tree works, this is what great-uncle used to order his Torrent Fist: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twenty-Eight_Mansions

You're still wondering at how the hell she managed to sneak out without a trace. Seriously? Peeking out, wrapped in a towel, you see that both the doors are closed. Anna is quite the girl, you think. Quite the girl.

Then again, Charlie is quite the girl too. Going to the beach with a girl wearing a bikini top - well, that's a nice experience. They're both quite... the girls.

'I'm a lucky bastard,' you mutter, going back in and changing into your sleep boxers. 'As usual.'

You have a pretty quiet night's sleep, except you wake up all of a sudden because someone's launching a bombing run on the city- oh, wait a minute. Was that thunder? Opening your eyes and returning to the world, you realise quickly that it's still completely dark out, but the pattering and drumming of rain is really loud. Where on earth did this storm come from?!

The windows flicker white again, and you check the clock. Damnit. 3.35. Sleep...

... you wake up properly at around 7.30 and then realise you needn't have shared a bathroom with Anna, or anyone else, really. YOU HAVE YOUR OWN BLOODY BATHROOM! This is the master bedroom for a reason! Brushing your teeth, you then head out to see Charlie heading downstairs with something in her hands.

She's already dressed for the interview - a cream-white blouse that's, uh, subtly open on the off chance the recruitment manager is a straight dude, a short jacket, and a relatively short skirt. Her legs are really finely toned; you can see her muscles moving under the skin, as efficient as they are nice to look at-

'Hey!' She says, grinning, which makes you jump. 'Morning.'

> What do/say?
> Little Master status: MORNINGWOOD

>>28876625
Wake up early, exercises

>>28876763
"Good morning! Hope your inteviewer is a straight dude. Good luck with that by the way. When are you leaving?"

>>28876763
Greet her back. Ask her when her interview will be over? We might as well come to pick her up to see this contact of hers that could help with advertising.

For now, we'll do some light exercise and breakfast. Then we can go out to do some grocery shopping.

>>28876763
"Mornin, you look nice.

How do manage to be quite this chipper this early in the morning?"

>>28876782
>Hope your inteviewer is a straight dude. Good luck with that by the way.
Miiight want to swap that out for just "Good luck with your interview.

>>28876763
"Morning. Good luck with your interview, and don't seduce everyone there."

>>28876805
>Miiight want to swap that out for just
No i don't. Why would i?

>>28876782
>>28876805
Yeah, gotta agree with this guy. It just sounds sorta awkward.

>>28876806
This seems better, if we want to compliment her on her looks.

You nod, and then Charlie grins and strikes a little pose, subtly moving her shoulders to accentuate herself. Dear me. Those are, as a certain poetic figure said, a fulsome pair of fun bags.

'Morning,' you grin, appreciating the fact - as Charlie probably does as well - that you being halfway up the stairs allows you an even better angle to look at her than normal. 'Well, I see you're prepared for the interview.'

'Well, it'd be nice if the interviewer is a guy, maybe?' Charlotte nods. 'But thanks! I might wear this to be a security guard, then.'

'Can't do that. Gets in the way of the art admiring.' Okay, enough flirting for the morning. It's a good thing you've put on some underpants... 'how on earth are you so chipper in the morning anyway?'

'Hmm? I've been up since about four. It was raining like crazy, did you know?' It's still heavily clouded outside, in fact. 'So I did some running, some exercises, caught up on knitting and got changed. By the way, I told that friend of mine - she's Andrea, Aussie as well from Melbourne - we'll be going to her caff for brunch, round 11. You good with that?'

'Yeah, probably. Well, all the best again, try not to distract all the curators and tourists. See you.'

'Seeya!'

As Charlie heads out the door - wait, this early? - you have some coffee, do some pushups and sit-ups to start, and then Lin sends a message. She'll be coming in the afternoon.

> Practice routines.
> Meditate.
> Do some other training. (Specify)
> Other.

>>28876867
>Practice routines.
>Meditate.
Our uncle ever said anything about maditating before or after work out? If not do it in this order.

>>28876867
How does progression on the Routes work? I'd like it if we could improve our Wings Route right now, but if that requires a higher level of Red Phoenix, let's just focus on working on White Tiger.

>>28876867
> Practice routines.
The incident with mr. Pan won't be an isolated one, and I bet some won't be as formal about it as his group was.

>>28876867
> Practice routines.

Try to focus on White Tiger, shore up where we're currently lacking.

>>28876909
seconded

You head into the dojo, stretch a little, and then begin work on some of the White Tiger routines. These, you realise, tend to be shorter and a bit more repetitive than the other routines; while the Red Phoenix routines are flexible, almost like dances, and the Black Tortoise and Green Dragon both emphasise breathing and the coordination of the entire body in attack or defence, the White Tiger is always the art of the hard strike.

Starting from one end of the dojo, you go in a circle, breathing in rhythm to fierce jabs and sharp elbows, footwork prancing around as you sway and divert before breathing out heavily with a hard, low punch. A hard straight kick.

Everything aimed at damage, it seems - damage at the short as well as the long distance.

> Roll 2d100.

Rolled 41, 99 = 140

>>28876955
Rollin'.

Rolled 77, 44 = 121

>>28876955
here we go!

Rolled 6, 82 = 88

>>28876955

Rolled 76, 7 = 83

>>28876955
your trip fell off

Rolled 34, 77 = 111

>>28876955
Brace for nat 1!

Rolled 84, 55 = 139

>>28876958
>>28876965
>99
>77
>88

Although that last one doesn't really count, it's pretty cool to see how each of these numbers are all dubs and that they each have a unique place (2nd, 1st, and 3rd respectively).

>>28876987

> Sorry for being away. I am officially half-deaf in one ear due to earwax - awkward stuff.

> Also, this is the second last post for the evening - I might continue tomorrow if able. Thanks for playing!

> 41, 99: mixed!

Try as you might, though, you can't really put as much effort into the White Tiger routines as you can into those others you've tried. It might just be because... well, it's relatively *boring*. You stamp and punch and pierce your way from one end of the dojo to another, but it's really just one movement, that you have to replicate over and over again.

It only takes about 30 minutes of the practice before you officially give up, being unable to achieve much insight from this. Sighing, you sit down and meditate again, though this time you focus on the movements of the White Tiger and think hard about it. Maybe if you went about this by other means...

Again, you soon manage to enhance your proprioception to heightened levels, and this time you try to focus it on how to shift your energy and put it properly behind even the short strokes. Slow your breathing. Watch how the muscles have to expand as it comes out. The twisting of your hips, and transferring that force from rotating to straight. Be aware of your joints, your energy, the meridians...

Again the heat wafts up through your body, though this time it is a relatively gentle heat, burning but not painful. You can envision yourself doing the White Tiger movements, smoothly, powerfully.

When you open your eyes again, an hour has passed; it's now 9, you're meeting Charlie at 11, and- oh Lin just said she's coming in the late afternoon. Maybe Anna could help her move - if you trust Anna to help Lin move in...

> You gain 1 point in White Tiger.
> Continue doing the routines again before going out (roll d100).
> Do something else.

Rolled 10

>>28877424
Routines. We gotta get this down.

>>28877424
We better go and do our shopping now. We can mix that in with having breakfast over at Callie's work place.

Rolled 36

>>28877424
>> Continue doing the routines again before going out

Also that sucks man, sorry to hear that.

Rolled 20

>>28877424
Get a bit more work in.

After that ask Anna to help Chenglin if we aren't back by the time she gets here.

We can do some grocery shopping on the way back with Charlie.

Rolled 17

>>28877424
>Sorry for being away. I am officially half-deaf in one ear due to earwax - awkward stuff.
That's...an interesting information. Though i am not sure how it relates.

>>28877424
>Continue doing the routines again before going out
Let's go over them once more with our new found understanding.

Rolled 38

>>28877517
Oh, it might be better to do some shopping after Chenglin moves in. Just so that we can hear from her what she wants.

Rolled 80

>>28877424
Might as well routines, and I'll see if I can chuck a better roll in there.

> 38, 36: mehh...

Man, you think - there's shopping needs doing, but then if Chenglin is moving in later - and on the off chance she cooks, which she probably does - you ought to take in her list and then just head down to the supermarket once.

Also, you should ask Anna to maybe help Chenglin - surely she would, if it came to that. Well, it would depend how you are with Charlie as well of course - you might go somewhere after brunch, who knows? Let's hope it's somewhere to celebrate, at least.

Unfortunately, distracted by these thoughts for the day ahead, you don't find yourself applying much of your meditated knowledge when you try to run the routines once more. You really are a little bored of this... maybe you ought to do it another day, when you're more inclined.

Maybe there *is* a link between sex and practicing and meditation, come think of it. Well, there's only one way to find out experimentally... after storing that thought away carefully, you head down to the pub where Callie works. But then you remember her saying - well you weren't really paying attention to her words at the time since she was draped naked across your lap - that she was off today. Wonder what she does on her off day?

Instead, entering the pub, you quickly catch sight of the buxom, golden blonde girl with interestingly done hair, a kind of messy updo. She's wearing a black blouse and jeans that show off her rear nicely, and plenty of bracelets around her left arm. That must be Molly, then... blimey.

'Hello there darling,' she says, smiling politely as she sees you, one hand expertly drying a glass with a towel. Nicely glossed lips. Charlie paid attention to that too, earlier. 'What'd you like for breakfast?'

> What do/say? Well, here's another potential, uh, information source.

>>28877652

Shit, I didn't see this roll. Apologies.

But it will be considered later.

>>28877663
Ask what's the daily special

>>28877663
Pankaces, bacon and tea.

>>28877663

Bacon, egg, sausage, her number.

>>28877762
Tea? Real landlords drink coffee.

>>28877788
No. You got that wrong.

>>28877815
Sir, I must strongly disagree but I respect your opinion.

>>28877788

There were no greater landlords than the Brits. And they do tea.

>>28877827
A chinese landlord who knows kung fu and you think coffee is his drink and not tea?
Tea is much more superior anyways.

>>28877899
They're both great and you should stop being a bitch about it.

> Anyway. Now that the official story is on hold for the moment...

> Your apparent interests: Conservation (?), Jazz Music, Some sort of art like sketching or sculpture

> Any particular sorts of JUSTICE that get you going?

>>28877947
The abuse of children?

>>28877947
Interests: Jazz with preference for the classical stuff.
Art: I'd say sketching with an interest in sculpting that we've never tried to scratch yet. Gives him an arty thing to work on while still letting us draw the Gal's like those french ladies!

I see the Conservation being based on an appreciation of the natural world. Maybe even something from Fourth Master. Clean world, clean mind type thing

>>28877947
ooooor, I suppose we could wait until more people poke their heads in as
>>28878030
>>28878066
both those are me.....

>>28878066
>I see the Conservation being based on an appreciation of the natural world. Maybe even something from Fourth Master. Clean world, clean mind type thing
I like this. Keep the balance in the city. I'd go to that pub where we got wasted to ask about what driven our uncle just to know.

>>28878822

I like this too, and the pub idea isn't bad either.

>>28877947

As far as JUSTICE goes, I sort of get the feeling he'd be more against people exploiting or hurting the weak than like, stealing from stores or something. Just from the stuff with Pickles and agreeing to help out Ivana get her money back from the guy that broke her shit.

>>28877947
Yeah mr. landlord's apparently into jazz and perhaps related genres. Of course he could surprise us by also having interest in some relatively different style (but not Jpop please). Sketching, plus maybe oil paints, sounds good, with an interest in taking a stab (ha ha) at sculpting.

Perhaps he's also bit bookish, or enjoys browsing books during downtime? Could help at cataloging the library he now has, and which he still hasn't really looked at (hint hint).

The adventures of the Little Master are already well documented so no more needs to be said about that I believe.

In regards to justice, might as well go for the stereotypical Robin Hood "help the oppressed" angle.

>>28877663
eggs and bacon?

>>28881277
oh please. You can't forget the toast and breakfast potatoes

>>28877947
Well, I like what anon here
>>28878066
said about having an appreciation for the natural world.

As for what sort of justice we like, going by our interaction with Pickles, I'd say we're all about fairness. We try to stop any wrongdoing in front of us within our means.

>>28877663

Tea. There is no other alternative. We're basically in a modern wuxia story.

You go up to the waitress, but then halfway there realise that she isn't Molly. No, wait a minute, you've *seen* Molly before, that day while having lunch here with Callie. Also something to look at, but more tanned, possibly Latina. Well, you don't need to know the waitress to make an order, of course...

'Hello,' you smile. 'So... is there a daily special?'

'Well, we've got the chocolate chip pancakes with bacon and a drink. That's four G's.' She smiles at you again, and belatedly you realise she's wearing a nametag. Oh yes. Miranda. 'But of course, the daily special every day is the full English!'

'That's true! Well. I think I'll have the pancakes.' Better something light, since you're meeting Charlie later. 'And tea, please.'

'Lovely, dear. Are you new around here? Haven't seen you before.'

Wait, you were just thinking of asking that - Callie's never mentioned her...

> What do/say?

>>28885213
Tell her we've been here for a week already, although we did eat here with a friend about 2 days ago.

>>28885213

> Also, that's a good sense of JUSTICE. People being treated unfairly, or being threatened by the more powerful with violence...

> Conservation on the basis of a balanced, peaceful nature: I've noted that as well.

>>28885213
"Yeah, I just moved to the City recently."

>>28885299
>>28885266

'Oh yeah, well, reasonably new.' You nod while fishing out the notes from your pocket. 'Moved here just a week ago, found this place... some days back. Saw... Callie?'

You pretend to be unsure about Callie, just to see Miranda's reaction, and on cue her expression darkens a little though she nods. 'Yes, Callie. My replacements. Right, here's your change...' her nails are painted black. Someone likes black, it seems...

'Replacements?' You wouldn't probe, except the information was offered.

'Yeah. It's my last few days here, you see,' Miranda replies, then blinks when you're about to walk off. 'You could eat at the bar, no problem. Come Monday I'll be off.'

Wait, so here's someone possibly even more experienced in the news and gossip of the pub than Callie. Now that's intriguing. Come think of it, you wonder if Callie's got any other news for you...?

> I see. (Timeskip to breakfast)
> Oh right. Where to?
> Other.

>>28885551

"Where to? I'm always up for finding a new spot."

>>28885551
Ah, we're back on it apperars.

"Off to a vacation?"

>>28885551
> Oh right. Where to?

Politely ask where she plans on working next, it's always good to know about more restaurants.

>>28885551
>Oh right. Where to?

And we might as well switch seats to the bar. It'd make talking easier.

You had been considering moving to another table, but since the bar is quiet - this place really isn't much of a breakfast place, though that's to be expected perhaps - you might as well sit here and get to look Miranda over.

'So, off... on a vacation? Or off to another place?'

'Another place. Though a vacation would be nice.' She shrugs. 'Oh man, maybe a weekend off somewhere, even just in the Republic...'

The Republic is the country that the City used to be part of, which lies to the west. You don't really know enough about it to say too much, so you just nod and agree. 'And what new joint is lucky enough to have hired you then, Miranda?'

'Hmm?' She receives the compliment gladly. 'That's sweet of you. Well, I'm doing a bit more part-time modelling, but then the new place is at Tea World. You been there before? It's the one at Lotus Ponds Central...'

Tea World... you think you've seen it before, though it's not in the shopping malls - rather along that street you walked with Callie, on the way to her place. A big place, it seems - two or even three storeys. 'Sounds nice.'

'It *is* nice. Lots of people, big spot... and of course, no alcohol, which makes it a little more peaceful doesn't it?' Miranda laughs and begins wiping the bar, and as she bends over the blouse falls open a little. It would be remiss of you not to glance at it, but then she catches you and you look away. But Miranda approaches you anyway. 'So what do you do? You look like the... pretty active sort?'

You don't say...

> What say, landlord?

>>28885964
We practice martial arts, but we do odd jobs for a living.

>>28885964
"Well, you got me there. I have been trying to get in shape lately, and found a few workouts that seem to be working. How about you? Got any routines that work for you?"

Figure we can play as gym rat for this contact.

>>28885964
"I'm a landlord, which is essentially a professional layabout, and I practice martial arts and take odd jobs when I have the time and inclination."

>>28885964
"Well, I suppose my main occupation at the moment is a landlord. But I also practise kung fu as a.. hobby of sorts I guess."

>>28886064
Yeah, I'd rather be up front about what we do than try to make up a fake image of us.

>>28885964
"For now? Just being a landlord, though I've been looking for work in the City."

'Well... there's no better way to say this, really, but I've suddenly become a landlord here.'

'I think that's one of the best things you can become out here,' she says before disappearing to bring you your pancakes. She's about to move away, but then you nod to signal that it's fine to talk to you while you're eating. 'So you came into a flat, or something?'

'Came into a house, actually.' There's other jokes you can make there, but NO landlord NO. Miranda makes a 'wow' face. 'So yeah. Man, I feel a little guilty about this now - I'm just a professional bloody layabout!'

She laughs, again leaning forward over the bar. 'No, well, if you don't squeeze your tenants, which so many landlords do. Actually, I know this friend of mine - poor dude, came over from Spain to study in the Urban University - and he's just so bummed recently because his landlord demands he pay to fix the dishwasher and the washing machine.'

'... and he didn't break it?'

'The dishwasher flooded the house a week after Nando moved in. He doesn't even use the dishwasher! He's living by himself and has like three plates to he just washes them by hand.' She sighs, gestures a little with her hands. 'Well, I say friend, he's my ex. But we're still friendly, you know, and the landlord's asking for 1,300 G's. The dishwasher isn't worth half of that...'

'Blimey.' Actually, that sounds like something...

> cont'd.

>>28886326

'Anyway, sorry about that distraction, so you're a landlord, but you were going to say something else?'

'Oh,' you gesture as well, 'just that I practice kung fu and do odd jobs, I guess. I mean, I don't need the money, but squeezing tenants is a hard and boring life, you know?'

'What, you practice kung fu, really?' She seems intrigued. Man, the City really is into this fighting thing. You wonder if it's similar elsewhere like in the Republic? 'So you must be really fit, then.'

'You're pretty fit yourself,' you say, which is kind of the truth. Toned limbs. Nicely curved posterior, and just a general... healthiness. Miranda grins.

'I just do a little working out. But thanks! So do you teach? And what kind of odd jobs do you do, not the plumbing and electrician sort I suppose? Or do you, like, fight for justice?'

Well, she's pretty sharp.

> What say? She sounds... interested in kung fu.

>>28886381
"Ah! My secret identity as a vigilante of justice has been discovered! Seriously though, I've been doing whatever I could find."

>>28886381
We don't teach; we're not good enough for that yet. Although we're confident enough in our skills to offer them up for use in a job.

>>28886381
"I don't really teach. I mean, I would be ripping people off if I did. I am just getting back into things. As for the jobs, basically whatever comes to me. Deliveries, being a "plus one" to meetings, that sort of thing.

>>28886381
"More along the lines of giving people a hand when they need one. Though punching people in the face in the name of justice is one service I am willing to offer.

I still have a lot to learn before I could call myself a teacher."

'Oh man, you've rumbled me!' You sigh as hard as you can, to Miranda's amusement. 'My secret identity as a vigilante has been discovered!'

'What, so you wear a mask and put your pants on outside and then go out to kick ass? Man, you'd be perfect in the City, then. So much ass to kick.'

'Is there? And as for teaching, I'm way not good enough to be teaching. I could take your money but that'd be ripping you off. But what do you mean, so much ass to kick? I don't just kick ass though. I could do... deliveries, I guess, or being a plus one to meetings and parties.'

'That's not a job, that's just fudging a dinner!' She laughs. 'But well, that sounds interesting. So a freelancer? With a kick-ass element?'

'Something like that, I guess?' You shrug. It is encouraging that Miranda's this interested, and maybe she wants your help with something as well. Actually, regarding her ex's nightmare landlord, you wouldn't mind giving a hand perhaps. 'It's not very well defined. Still working on it.'

'Nando could do with your help, then,' Miranda nods. 'I might too. How's the pancakes?'

'Nice. Very good. Thanks.'

> Ask about Nando.
> Ask about Miranda.
> Eat quietly.
> Other.

> Current jobs:
> Tomorrow you are helping Ivana get money from Loy, the dude who broke her computer etc.
> On Wednesday, you and Anna (possibly Charlie too) are going to the Sino-German university's conservation talk. And possibly a protest.

>>28886735
> Ask about Nando.
> Ask about Miranda.

>>28886735
Today we're helping Chenglin move in. When do we go to that fight club place with Anna?

>Ask about both Miranda and Nando

>>28886735
>> Ask about Nando.
>> Ask about Miranda.

Getting to know some more of the local would probably be good. I wonder with the way this character is, if it won't just devolve into a workout session for the little master

>>28886735
> Ask about Nando.

Ask who Nando is, and what sort of thing he might need our help with. If it seems like a job we might be interested in then give Miranda our phone number, ask her to pass it on to him, and that if she needs anything to feel free to call us.

>>28886795

> devolve into a workout session for the little master

You say that like it's a bad thing

>>28886828
Well, it worked out last time, given that we got a couple of jobs off of it, but it may not in the future. Unless we roll for fucking as well as we did last time.

Hmm. Looking Miranda over, you wonder what kind of trouble she might be in, and what you might get out of resolving it for her - if you can, of course, resolve it. But let's take the indirect route for once.

'So, this Nando. Your ex... did he try any other means with his landlord?'

'There's a legal way, but it costs more than it does to just pay up. But then Nando can't afford either. I've been thinking of lending him some of my money, but that might be... awkward? I don't know.' She looks at you. 'Is your vigilante sense tingling or something?'

'Might be,' you admit, popping bacon in your mouth. 'That landlord really sounds like a dick...'

'He is such a prick. It's not even Nando's fault...'

'And what about you, Miranda? You looked interested when I mentioned kicking ass, so do you have some ass... to kick?'

'Oh! Oh for me, well...' she seems a little shy to admit it. 'It's just some money issues with, uh, this guy who wanted me to do a photo shoot. I asked for half the money, he gave me a quarter, then the shoot was wrapped and he's refused to cough up. Says the thing wasn't sold or something...'

Huh. Oh yeah, she's mentioned modelling. You could see why, certainly.

> What do/say? It's almost time to go to Charlie's thing.
> You could go earlier and try to catch her at the museum, or go on time and get straight to the cafe. Which is it?

>>28887056
ask for her number.
Tell her that if she needs help, we'd be happy to assist. We'll call her back later.
go meet charlie

>>28887056
What kind of modeling did she do? Mention that we're already planning on helping this other person get her money from someone who's unwilling to pay for some damages, so we'd be happy to help her out with her problem too.

Tell her that she's free to tell Nando about us; give her our number, and ask her to give it to Nando if he thinks that having us around would help out.

Let's finish up early and try to meet with Charlie at the museum.

>>28887056
Give her our number, tell her that we'd be happy to lend her a hand and we can discuss details later. Ask her to pass on our number to Nando as well if she thinks he'd want our help.

Then tell her we've got some errands to run and meet up with Charlie at the museum.

>>28887205
>>28887173
>>28887119

> Okay, sorry to cut it relatively early this morning/evening, but I've got to go fix that damned ear.
> Thanks for playing!

'Oh man, that's... bad. Can you get in touch with the photographer, then?'

'Yeah, and he can probably find the person who commissioned it. But he says he hasn't been able to find the commissioning person, you know...'

'What kind of modelling was that, by the way?' It's a bit of a daring question, but why not? Miranda blinks and fidgets a little.

'It was topless stuff. For a calendar or something like that, you know...' she catches you glance down from her face again. Well, you can't argue with that, really you can't. 'Anyway...'

'Anyway! Yes. Well, how about this...' you give her your number, and to your surprise she smiles and then gives you hers as well without you asking. 'Thing is, you could give my number to Nando, just in case he needs some help. Like, if there's anything aggressive, you know?'

'And then you'll go and slap the landlord around?' She titters. Well, why not?

'Possibly that. And of course... I'd be glad to help you any way I can as well,' you say. She seems to be quite pleased at that offer, and waves to you when you leave the pub. Hmm. Maybe you could help her in non-modelling related ways as well - she sounds like she knows quite a bit about the local environment...

> cont'd.

>>28887452
Oh, it's alright. That kind of stuff is really important.

>>28887452

Settling in to Lotus Ponds, one, uh, rendezvous at a time, that's you.

The train to the Urban Museum turns out to be the same that goes to Janice and Ivana's, except you get off two stops early. The sky is still aggressively cloudy and grey, but plenty of tourists are around anyway, chattering in all sorts of different languages. High school students flock around in great big gangs, blocking up the walkways while jabbering away.

It takes you nearly ten minutes just to find a way into the museum, but once there in the large atrium, you quickly catch sight of Charlie. She sees you waving, comes over - oh wow, look at them red stilettos - and, with a loud whoop, wraps her arms around you in a big huge glomp. You can feel her breasts squashed up against you as she laughs. People around are staring, some no doubt with jealousy. Heh. Eat your hearts out, people.

'Woohoo,' she says again, before detaching herself.

'I'm guessing it was horrible news, then?' You say, and she punches your arm, grinning.

'Yes, horrible. You won't see me on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings.'

'That *is* a tragedy, man!' You squeeze Charlotte against you, arm around her shoulder, and she squeezes your waist. She smells lovely as well. Then again, she smells lovely when just sweating too - personal hygiene is a great thing, people. 'So let's go to the caff?'

'Andrea's already waiting, yes!'

Andrea turns out to be a grandmotherly, white-haired lady who reminds you of some old professors, and who welcomes you warmly into the wood-decor and warm-lighting caff. Oh man, the tables are made from wine barrels.

'Charlie says you have something to ask of me,' she says, smiling so you don't think too much of how direct she actually is. 'Let's get to the point, then.'

> What do/say, landlord?

>>28887639

> Thanks for your understanding.
> And let's hope the doctor's a competent one.

>>28887673
Well, we can't tell her much about the job ourselves, but we can ask her if she'd be interested in helping a group advertise their university's conservation talk. They want to preserve the city's forest, since city planning is apparently gonna have the entire place cleared away to make way for more buildings. If she sounds amicable to working with this group, we can message Janice on her cellphone and get these two into contact with one another.

>>28887673
"I appreciate your bluntness.

To put it simply I'm here to ask if you'd be interested in advertising a talk on the conservation of the City's forests at Sino-German. Considering your business a number of your customers would be interested in this.

It isn't entirely one sided, you'd be getting good publicity with the college crowd, especially the environmentalists who seem like the sort to frequent a cafe with organic food."

>>28887056
Tell her we might be willing to help out. Ask for her number, we'll call back after we've given it some thought (seriously, our to-do list is getting longer by the second, it seems). Go and meet Charlie.

>>28890330
Sloooooooow. Heh.

>>28888193
>>28887821

> Okay. I'm back for a bit. Ear mostly fixed, thank heavens.

'Well, it's good we're starting off honest,' you smile, trying not to be too ingratiating. Andrea doesn't seem like the sort to faff around. You put forth your case to her, about not just advertising but also sponsoring the talk; after all, if any of you are going to be paid, it will be via people like Andrea.

All the while, as you talk, she simply sits with her hands on the table, calmly nodding and smiling. You... can't really tell if she's impressed or convinced or anything, which is a little scary. But, hey, you kind of have to keep trying...

'So, from what I understand, you might want me to do one or two things for the talk,' she says.

'That'd be about right. And since your cafe's, you know, so into sustainability and organic food, I think the audience fits.'

'Thank you. Well, I sure hope it does... so, you're suggesting that I advertise it here, as well as possibly sponsor it? With food, perhaps?'

'That... would be nice.' You feel a little bit of nerves now. 'Of course, since they're hardly funded...'

'Nah, I can understand that.' Andrea looks down, thinking. Charlotte glances at you.

> Roll d100. You have a +20 bonus due to the points you've raised.
> If you raise more convincing points, the bonus can be larger.

Rolled 50

>>28892143

Rolled 6

>>28892143
yeah, sustainability and shit!

Rolled 89 + 20

>>28892143

Rolled 4

>>28892143

Rolled 32

>>28892143

Rolled 44

Wow we're quite shit at negotiating.