>>32821788
Kaito? What is Kaito doing out and about at this hour? Your oldest friend and up until your recent accident and change one of the few people who knew the truth about you. The leather jacket which you let survive on your back in your fall from the sky was the old Speed Tribe jacket when you were in his gang through high school and the first few years of college. Being a delinquent was the high point of your depressing youth, you had friends. You weren’t just the lonely kid who didn’t talk to anyone and scored in the top of your classes rankings after you and Kaito met. You were somebody who was noticed, somebody worth fearing, somebody worth fighting.

Crossing your arms you hold the jacket as close to closed over your heaving chest as the materials will allow, suddenly nostalgic for that feigned invincibility of your formative years. Now, despite your seeming physical indestructibility, you feel far away from any of the people you remember being. You have new secrets, new differences, and even after your cathartic night of release and star chasing you feel very alone and very worried.

It pleases you in the back corners of your mind that you are still so human.

The red and black wells to the surface beneath your jacket turned vest. It creeps down your arms and legs, and rises the breadth of your torso concealing your nakedness from the chill of the night. It hardens in patterns of fabric and hide, becoming a black t-shirt, tight leather pants, and thick soled boots.

>Head home. You probably don’t need sleep, but it’d be nice to try it for an hour or two.
>Investigate Kaito’s late night presence in secret.
>Investigate Kaito’s late night presence by walking up to him.
>Find someplace to wait for and watch the sun rise.
>A night of dancing, drinking, flying, and flaming reentry? Fuck everything else, I’m hungry.
>Other

>>32821810
>>Investigate Kaito’s late night presence in secret.

>>32821810
>Investigate Kaito's late night presence by walking up to him.

>>32821810
>Investigate Kaito’s late night presence by walking up to him.
No point in secrecy.

>>32821810
>Investigate Kaito’s late night presence by walking up to him.
use the excuse of going for a late-night snack at a convenience store.

>>32821862

>>32821907
>>32821936
>>32822089

Writing

Your curiosity of Kaito’s late night ministrations gets the better of you, and you leave the sandlot and strike out in his general direction. Pausing by the 24 hour convenience store for an excuse to running into him and a snack, you fill a small bag with assorted goodies and grab a six pack of Sapporo for good measure. Cracking the tab open from one can in the dark and taking a long drag, you set off into the dark with grocery bag in hand.

He’s waiting on his bike, smoking in a poorly lit alley. and he’s tense. The flickering light has him on edge, Kaito is never on edge. Kaito is unflappable and never caught by surprise. Maybe he’s just really good at hiding it, and you’ve never noticed before because you lacked super human powers of perception and awareness. Now, you feel the pulse of his emotional weight as though...well the example of gravity using the universe as a stretched out rubber sheet comes to mind.

You stride confidently through the alleyway as you tilt back your beer, an errant trickle falls from the corner of your mouth to run down your neck and soaks into the neck of the shirt made of your red and black power manifested. Feeling his sudden shock you crush the empty can in your hand and erupt in a small smile.

“Hey Kaito, what’s good?” you walk over and look down at him.

Even if he weren’t sitting on his bike, you’re presently taller than him. The two of you haven’t spoken much since your life changing heroics, but maybe tonight will change that.

“Nothing, couldn’t sleep,” he pulls the lit cigarette from his lips, “What’s with you?”

“Stayed up late, dancing until it got too cramped, then decided I needed some air, and then thought I needed some food and more beer,” you raise the ring bound six pack minus one to eye level with your friend, “Thirsty?”

>>32822615
“Thanks, but I’m not,” he waves it off politely,”Smoke?”

“Yes please!” you huff as you take what is offered.

Kaito holds up a light. You take it and breath deeply, exhaling the thick and curling mist from your lips and relax. Not from the chemical reaction, you’re relatively certain this and the buzz you still get from liquor are wholly psychosomatic. Not that the notion has stopped you yet.

“So, what’s eating you? Bad dreams, old enemies, nervous about your final exams?” you count off with the white cylinder held between your fingers between puffs.

“Its just some boring personal shit,” he closes his eyes and tilts his head back as the picture of nonchalance, “boring and private personal shit that I don’t want anyone getting into,”

“Please, I’m the King of handling boring private personal shit. How many secrets are we holding onto for each other? Come one, we haven’t talked in weeks and I miss being each other’s personal confidants,” you snort and place your hands on your hips proudly after retuning the cigarette to your lips.

“Queen,”

“Eh?”

“You’d be the Queen of handling boring personal shit now. Though if I told you, it’d be an unfair trade as your big secret is...well you’ve let it all hang out since getting it,” he motions to your current appearance.

>And just what is wrong with letting it all hang out. I’m proud of this, do you know how much work I’ve put into this body since the growth spurt started?
>Well, lets say I’ve got a new secret that I need to unload, is that a fair trade?
>Yeah yeah, bust my chops because I have tits now and am bigger bruiser than you were back in the day. Just remember who always had your back when shit got hairy.
>Hey, do-don-don’t bully me.
>Other

>>32822635
>Well, lets say I’ve got a new secret that I need to unload, is that a fair trade?

>>32822635
>Hey, do-don-don’t bully me.
Jokingly.

>>32822635
>Well, let's say I've got a new secret that I need to unload, is that a fair trade?

>>32822635
>And just what is wrong with letting it all hang out. I’m proud of this, do you know how much work I’ve put into this body since the growth spurt started?

>>32822635
>Yeah yeah, bust my chops because I have tits now and am bigger bruiser than you were back in the day. Just remember who always had your back when shit got hairy. That's not changed.
First part jokingly, and tell him that we've still got his back if he needs it.

>>32822765

>>32822758

>>32822729

>>32822753
>>32822693

Writing

>>32823000

Roll me 10d6, best of first three to roll the pool. Difficulty 6

Rolled 4, 3, 4, 4, 3, 2, 5, 5, 1, 2 = 33

>>32823049

>>32823110

I need two more folks. Where'd you guys go?

Rolled 2, 1, 1, 5, 4, 5, 1, 5, 2, 1 = 27

>>32823049

Rolled 3, 5, 2, 3, 2, 4, 4, 4, 2, 6 = 35

>>32823049

“Well,” you look away for a second and steel yourself, “lets say I’ve got a new secret that I need to unload, is that a fair trade?”

He sits there, leaning back from his bike and against the wall of the alley. His eyes open slowly as he takes in the sparkling stars above in the deepest reaches of the night through the haze of smoke rising from the cigarette between his lips and the sliding out between slightly parted lips and from his nose. Pitching forward, he sits up and looks at you. Never before have you ever seen Kaito look so...small.

“I’m all ears if you need to unload, but what I’m dealing with right now is my business. Nothing that I want or need to lay on anyone else until it’s done,” he sighs and cracks a wry smile, “I think we’ve known each other long enough for you to be able to trust that?”

Kaito. Always cool under pressure. Always calm. Always in control. That smile, its forced. He has never really asked you to drop something like this before.

>”Okay, good luck,” leave him be and head home.
>”Okay, good luck,” leave him be and watch from shadows.
>Press the issue (are you sure?)
>Unload the truth of your current situation (how do you show him you aren’t just crazy?)
>Unload a vaguery of the truth of your current situation. How do you dance around it?
>Other

>>32823642
>Press the issue (are you sure?)

>>32823642
>”Okay, good luck, I'll be around if you need o talk you know.” leave him be and head home.
Because pressing seems a bad idea, I really don't want to tell him the truth, and I can't come up with a vague explanation.

>>32823642
>”Okay, good luck,” leave him be and head home.
Respect his privacy.

>>32823642
>”Okay, good luck,” leave him be and head home.
"Just be careful man. You know you can come to me if you ever need help, just like old times."

>>32823642
I agree with >>32823755


Friends don't let friends do stupid shit, but friends also give eachother room sometimes.

>>32823642
> "Alright, but you should rely on your friends you know. I'm getting better at that myself." Head home.

>>32823642
>”Okay, good luck,” leave him be and head home.

>>32823823
>>32823801
>>32823796
>>32823794
>>32823760
>>32823755

>>32823733

Writing

His eyes hold you in the flickering security lamp above a nearby heavy iron door leading into the back of some restaurant or shop. You don’t look away again until you’ve walked past him in the direction of home, sighing as you pass him.

“Okay, good luck,” you rip another beer from the rings of your six pack and pop the tab one handed, “I’ll be around if you need to talk. You know its okay to rely on your friends when you need to?”

You don’t see him nod solemnly, nor do you see his shrugged shoulders and pained silent laugh. You can feel them.

“I’ll remember that,” he’s tired, and not just from the late hour.

“Thanks for the smoke!” you wave behind you without breaking your stride.

It doesn’t take long before you are home. With the door closed tight behind you, the red and black recedes into you, leaving you naked save for the jacket turned too small vest. You pull it off and take a deep breath, it smells like you and leather. Since your recent change, you’ve found the scent of leather to be somehow intoxicating. Is it the memory of times when you wore this and fought like a beast as a punk kid who didn’t know better? Is it the memory of being among friends and feeling accepted for the first time since you lost everything?

You hang it on a hook and finish draining your open beer, on an impulse you flatten the can against your forehead with your palm before examining the near flat disc. Tossing it to your table, you meander from the entrance hall into your living area, drawing your bag of snacks out and tearing into assorted flavors of beef jerky. Dry and chewy, you rip through it with the resistance you remember, despite the fact you could probably bite through lead like it were butter, and savor the salty and savory flavor.

>>32824453
Salt is good, salt is important. You sweat a ton tonight, so you probably need salt. Sating your thirst and hunger for the mundane, you consider going to bed. You don’t have anywhere to be until late in the afternoon, Hitomi’s mandated femininity lessons, so you could sleep in a bit. Something else claws at the back of your mind, another hunger.

>Go right to bed, get up when you normally do.
>Go right to bed and sleep in, you’ve earned it.
>Eat the fused nanite box of Tomoko’s that you blew out that night on the rooftops, then go to bed.
>Screw bed and hunger, limit your strength and lift until you would have woken up.
>other

>>32824474
>Eat the fused nanite box of Tomoko’s that you blew out that night on the rooftops, then go to bed.

>>32824474
>>Eat the fused nanite box of Tomoko’s that you blew out that night on the rooftops, then go to bed.

Snacks are always good

>>32824474
>Eat the fused nanite box of Tomoko’s that you blew out that night on the rooftops, then go to bed.
Nom nom nom

>>32824474
>Eat the fused nanite box of Tomoko's that you blew out that night on the rooftops, then go to bed.

Unanimous then? Om Nom^2

>>32824638
Yep!

>>32824638
Yes! Let us feast upon the box.

Digging through your pantry, you find the distorted and half melted cube of unknown metal composition. This device was meant to jam your higher senses when Tomoko wore it, hiding her identity from you and allowing her to continue her still mysterious observations of you in secrecy, but you were too much for it. You pressed your senses against it and the nano colony sustaining the device overheated and fused whatever wonderful mechanism lied within.

All this time, you haven’t delved too much into this somehow ancient and brilliant technology, it sparks the creative genius inside you, the engineer you have worked so hard to become. Regarding the box as the apple of wisdom, you stand a naked eve in your half lit kitchen.

With twisting tension and a sound reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard, you bite into that apple. It will not be forbidden knowledge you obtain from this apple, as your teeth bend and gnash steel and plastic with the force of an industrial grinder, it is sustenance. The red and black bubbles and rises within you, greedily reaching for what lies within as the last of the deformed cube passes behind pursed and full lips. With your last swallow, your entire body flushes and a moan escapes you.

The function of the device doesn’t come to your awareness, it has been inert for too long, but the raw to be molded potential floods you.

>Gain 12 points in the bank

Your moan is interrupted by a small burp as every muscle in your body suddenly tenses and relaxes. You giggle and stretch out, before returning to the living area and climbing up to your loft bed.

How much longer will you be able to fit here comfortably? Doesn’t matter right now. The spreading warmth in your belly lulls you to slumber, and when you do close your eyes to the whine of high energy and the beat of your own heart, its all in the past.

You are Tsubasa Campbell, age 17.

>>32825143
Kicking off the back of someone’s bike, you push your cap up out of your eyes and sling the baseball bat across your shoulder and walk forward amid the sea of blue black jackets. They mostly tower over you, but part when you come up to the front. You’d been chilling comfortably in the back, but after that last crack at Junpei you needed to intervene.

“Oi oi oi,” you chime out and unbutton your jacket, “We got a real badass here, don’t we Junpei? Talking ‘bout a man’s mom instead of just calling him an asshole,”

His fists unclench, staring down the punk from the north side of town. Useless private school bitch, thinking they can come onto Kaito’s turf?

“Sorry, Aniki, I let this bitch get under my skin,” Junpei’s voice grows dangerously cold.

Good, he doesn’t need to start this. Let it be on them for starting this. He’s tall, their leader, tall and imposing with an out of date pompadour. Silent too. He’s got ten boys with him, and one girl just a bit taller than you in the back with a surgical mask tied tight across her face and bangs hiding her eyes.

You’ve got six guys besides Junpei, and most of you are armed.

“Yeah, I’m a real badass,” he scoffs, “Bad enough to call you out to fight like men and not hide behind your toys, tiny,”

Oh, that’s the way he wants to play it.

>Go for the Home Run, swing away, and get two balls.
>Turn the other cheek, find out what this bitch wants?
>”Tch, we don’t have time to waste on trash like this, lets go,”
>Drop the bat and stare this fucker down.
>Other

>>32825153
>Drop the bat and stare this fucker down.

>>32825153
>Turn the other cheek, find out what this bitch wants?
If he wants a fight, there's protocol to be observed.

>>32825153
>Turn the other cheek, find out what this bitch wants?

>>32825153
>Drop the bat and stare this fucker down.

We don't need to be on his level. He wants to play that game, we can play that game.

Tied? Combining

You drop your bat without a second thought and stare up, dead into his eyes. Your weapon clatters against asphalt before coming to a rest and rolling against Junpei’s foot. He’s so much taller than you that you might as well be looking up his nostrils. He’s heard of you, you can see the fear behind his eyes. When he blinks and steps back, you laugh and turn around back for the bikes. Showing your backside to a cowed foe to show him just how much you don’t give a shit about him. Sitting back against the side of the center most bike, you cross your arms

“So, what are you punks here for? Just picking a fight or did this visit have a purpose?”

The man with the pompadour looks back to the girl. She nods, but seems to sneer at him for his poor conduct. Looking back at your group while Junpei collects your bat and rests it across his own shoulders as you wait for the brute to come to you.

“Some loser has been dealing tainted shit on our turf. Couple of our classmates got hurt, and the dealers are supposed to have Yakuza backing,”

“And how many shits should we give about your problems?” Junpei cuts in from the side before you push him back out.

“So, you came here to show how tough you are by throwing down with the toughest kids nearby, or maybe show them you can build a strong united front against them?” you query and slide out your PHS to dial Kaito.

He nods, stiffly and proud. There is something about the eyes of the masked girl at their back.

>Sorry, not interested
>So, lets go beat the dealer up with a strong united front. See if the big boys move back against us. Sounds fun.
>We’ll stand with you if you’re willing to petition that family’s Oyabun, we may be able to settle this without getting our hands dirty.
>Other

&

>”So, are you the top dog or should I really be talking to little miss yankee?”
>Ignore the Pompadour and start talking to the girl directly.
>Continue talking with the big guy with the Pompadour.
>Other

>>32826132
>So, lets go beat the dealer up with a strong united front. See if the big boys move back against us. Sounds fun.

>Other
Aren't we supposed to be bigger than this? Something's wrong here... and who the fuck is the masked girl?

>>32826132
>Sorry, not interested

>”So, are you the top dog or should I really be talking to little miss yankee?”

>>32826132
>>So, lets go beat the dealer up with a strong united front. See if the big boys move back against us. Sounds fun.

>”So, are you the top dog or should I really be talking to little miss yankee?”

>>32826209
Flashback d00d

>>32826257
Oh. Well derpity derp.

>>32826132
I'll back >>32826257.

Writing.

“So, are you the top dog,” you look up from your phone, “or should I be talking to little miss Yankee over there?”

He bristles and grits his teeth.

“She’s not part of this world, like us. She’s visiting and her presence is the unofficial authority given us by our student council to drive this fucks away from our school. Someone she cares about is laid up in the hospital thanks to that peddler,”

You look past him and see the girls eyes beneath her bangs. They’re full of rage and hate, anger that won’t soon leave this world. Someone she cares about, eh. Drug dealer peddling more than he’s advertising is bad news...might as well send a message before it gets to your side of town.

“So, let’s go beat the dealer up and together. See if the big boys move back against us,” you grin with a certain blood lust, “might be fun,” to stir up a gang war.

He wrench your bat out of Junpei’s grip and walk to the girl and present it handle first. This will be fun. This will be fun. This will be fun. She looks at you, her anger broken by confusion and uncertainty.

“We’ll get him down and you can deliver the honors. Like it or not, missy, this IS your world now if you’re willing to take the step.

She takes the bat. You never see her face. Kaito never answered his cell that night, so before it got dark all of you stormed the guy on his corner, led him just a bit deeper into the alleyway to make a sale, and you let him have it. Its a blur, the violence.

-Happenings in bound, long update-

>>32827081

Hooking you leg around his while Junpei shoved him back. Big Pompadour holding him down while the others stood around and a few pulled his wares from him. You remember the man, beaten and bloodied forced to his knees as you dropped a match on his pile and lit a cigarette in the changing hues of the flame. The girl, shakily walks there with the bat, and shrieks beneath her mask as she swings away.

Retribution came the next day. It came swiftly. Real thugs rounded a few of you up, and brought you to a big old house. They beat you first. You, a few of the guys, big pompadour, and the girl. You were in and out of consciousness. Blearily, you remember snapshots of it, being lined up and forced on your knees before the old man, looking annoyed and disinterested. Guy’s son, only a year older than you, was droning on about respect, territory, and knowing your place. The only marking of the passage of time was the klacking of bamboo from this courtyard’s koi pond.

Your sleeve is torn, one of the guys holding you and pompadour in place says something about your ugly ass scars.

The girl was in front of you, trembling. You still never see her face.

The old man says something to the girl, the first time you heard all of this you could barely hear it, but this time it’s clear. He asks her to take responsibility, that if she satisfies honor, everyone else will walk. His son throws her a sheathed short sword and looks on with a manic glee.

She lifts it. No. You did this. You rise and scream and use the strenght of the guy holding you against him as you push up and flip him by pivoting over his shoulders. Struggling against the bindings on your wrist you see Pompadour trying to break free too.

YOU DID THIS! You call out. THIS IS MY FAULT. I WANTED THE FIGHT!

>>32827127
You kick one of the rushing thugs in the crotch and he falls over as the Oyabun’s son takes out a simple flip knife and throws it. It lands soundly in your inner thigh and you fall back to the ground. They’re all over you.

“Then you may have your turn after you have watched,” the old man says with certain dispassion.

You are losing consciousness as the girl raisings the blade to her belly. Her face is hidden by bangs and you cannot see her, but you know she is crying. She utters something like a prayer that you can barely hear, still lost to your concussed memory of that day. It is drowned by the distant sound of an engine roaring.

Pressing it against the shirt of her uniform, she jumps and leaves a long superficial cut across her midsection as the doors behind you burst open to the sound of the engine. The last thing you see before the world goes dark is dirt being kicked off by Kaito’s bike as he brings it to a stop.

“WAIT!” he cries.

Its dark. Its dark. Its dark.

You are pale against the dark. Pale and small. Cold and pale. Cold. Cold Cold Cold.

Cold.

You awaken with a start next to an iron drum filled with fire. The south end warehouse? Part of your territory. It warms you, you feel weak, and you hurt all over. There are bandages wrapped tightly around your thigh, you aren’t wearing your pants? SHIT! What happened, where are you, and who knows about you?! Groaning in pain you lurch up, more bandages and salves have been applied elsewhere.

“Good, you’re up,” his voices echoes in the dark, you spy him nearby by the glow of his cigarette.

“Kaito, they got the drop o-”

“THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?” he roars in the dark, “And what the hell are you hiding. My own crew keeping secrets?”

>>32827148

>They were selling poison, not drugs!
>I wanted to make someone bleed!
>The fuck do you care, I was making nice with the neighbors.
>Other

&

>What? Never seen a girl without her pants on before?
>You had no right!
>Thanks for saving my life.
>Other

>>32827164
>They were selling poison, not drugs!

>Thanks for saving my life.

>>32827164
>They were selling poison, not drugs!
>What? Never seen a girl without her pants on before?

>>32827164
>The fuck do you care, I was making nice with the neighbors.
>What? Never seen a girl without her pants on before?
I would have preferred if the girl had been raped and killed as a consequence of our choice.

>>32827164
>They were selling poison, not drugs!

>Thanks for saving my life.

Well this is certainly a happening.

Come for the Muscle Girl, stay for "My emotionally unbalanced little delinquent can't possibly be this cute"

>>32827164
>They were selling poison, not drugs!
>What? Never seen a girl without her pants on before?

Writing

“They were selling poison, not drugs!” you declare and cutch the remains of your shirt and button it closed. Your fingers hurt and you start falsely a few times.

“And that’s a good reason to pick a fight with guys who make problems disappear?” Kaito scoffs and rips the smoke from his lips, grinding it into a messy circle of spent butts piled high. How long had you been out?

Your pants, though a dark blue, are hanging on a railing next to you and stained with deep red blood. The rip where the knife struct unfrayed. You probably shouldn’t have survived all that. Placing a hand on the bandages on your thigh, you look up at Kaito who is stalking over to you, offering the last stick from an empty box. You snatch it and look away, embarrassed.

“Thank you for saving my life,” you croak out.

“You’re welcome.” he sighs as he tosses you his lighter.

“Where’s my sock?”

“Hmm?”

“The sock I stuffed between my panties and my boxers so people thought I had junk,” you groan and keep looking away embarrassed..

“Oh, the rolled up white sock that was soaked through and red with your blood? Its in the fire,” he sits next to you and warms his hands as a warding against the blaze.

The two of you sit there in silence for a while as the smoke relaxes you. You cough a few times, and probably have a broken rib or two, but you’ll live.

“So, did everyone make it out alive?”

“Yeah,”

“Are we completely fucked?”

“Nope. Something got salvaged, but the prep school gang wound up disbanding and the big guy with the hair owes his fair share of big favors,”

“What about the girl?”

He’s silent and reaches into the empty box and grunts when he realizes he already gave away his last smoke. After a moment, he sighs.

>>32827949
“She’s getting off with the scar she gave herself and a family debt. Her old man is apparently someone important, he got involved. The Yakuza boss was impressed she was ready to cut herself open,”

“...that was my fault,”

“Damn right it was,” he grumbles, “but trying to get that shit off our streets...I think you did the right thing,”

“So, you aren’t going to ask why I’m,” you pause and swallow, “a girl?”

He looks you over in the dark. The network of interlacing scar tissue running rough over most of your exposed skin. The swollen black eye from your earlier beating. How incredibly small you seem, for the first time since the two of you first met, that your presence matches your stature.

“No,”

Sitting in the dark as the barrel of flame runs dry of fuel, you pass the cigarette to Kaito. You start talking, and keep talking until your voice is hoarse. Why you try so hard, why you’re so blood thirsty, what happened to you. What you’re afraid you’re missing out on. Everything. Everything.

You awaken with a start. In your loft bed. The long faded memories of that violent day coming back to you. Your body is warm and flush with energy. The sun is high in the sky, almost noon. Your phone buzzes and shakes down below on the table. Reaching out, you create a small gravity well and propel the device to your hand. A text message from Hitomi.

-I need to cancel today’s makeup lessons. Grandfather forget to inform me that I had an appointment with a Nakodo today. My cellphone will be off and we can reschedule later-

>Roll me 19d6 difficulty 7. Best of the first three rolls.

>Write in.

Rolled 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 3, 5, 4, 6, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1, 5, 1, 2, 6, 1 = 68

>>32827968

Rolled 2, 3, 5, 6, 5, 2, 1, 6, 5, 6, 3, 3, 4, 1, 2, 2, 2, 6, 3 = 67

>>32827968
>time to reschedule
>also time for training!

Rolled 1, 6, 2, 1, 5, 3, 6, 3, 1, 3, 5, 3, 1, 6, 5, 3, 3, 1, 1 = 59

>>32827968
Pump some iron and call up Hanako.

Rolled 4, 5, 3, 3, 5, 2, 5, 5, 2, 4, 3, 4, 5, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6 = 82

>>32827968
I'm not sure what to do immediately, but that means one thing.
TIME TO GET MORE SWOLE
Hit the training.

Rolled 1, 4, 1, 1, 2, 6, 2, 5, 4, 5, 1, 6, 2, 2, 4, 6, 5, 3, 1 = 61

>>32827968
B-but make-up...
Let's contact Hanako.

11 vs 7.

2 degrees of success. Bank or describe an aspect of the scene?

>>32828110
I say bank.

>>32828110
Bank for now because I want to see more of this scene first.

>>32828110
Bank it!

Let's see more of the scene. But definitely reschedule.

You grunt and roll out of the loft bed. Popping every vertebra with a long stretch you acquire your spandex bike shorts and a spandex tank top. Shooting a quick message to Hitomi asking if she’s free tomorrow afternoon. Taking a deep breath and after a few warm ups and stretches, you begin a high repetition routine that lasts until late afternoon.

In the distance, you feel a kind of tugging on your senses to Tokyo, a sudden suspended concentration of nano colonies in the middle of the city. Your phone buzzes again, with a text invitation from Tomoko. Apparently someone at Mori Micro wants to tell you more about the things in your body that have changed you, and in your opinion turned you into an earth bound goddess. You look at the definition you’ve been crafting in your mirror. The sculpting now slick with you sweat. The warmth spreading through you body from the knowledge that each repetition you make will solidify that perfection and power. It makes you hot, it makes you smile.

Maybe you’ll indulge them and actually show up to hear their story in full. You go back to your repetition with heavy breath, not from exhaustion or exertion. You feel like you're on fire when you finally set the weights down, and peel the work out clothes from your body. Your apartment is filled with sweat and another musky scent. Heh, whether you like men or women might not matter, you just LIKE feeling strong.

Hitomi never texted you back. Odd.

There is a repeated and harried knocking at your door.

“TSUBASHA-CHAN! TSUBASHACHAN!” its Hanako.

Sighing, you wrap a towel around yourself with some effort and creativity and open the door.

“What is it Ha-”

>>32828468
The girl barrels into you and grabs at your hand with big and watery worried eyes. She seems tired and is breathing heavily, like she ran all the way here. Her appearance is certainly disheveled, and you can hear the upset fluttering of her fast beating heart of the sometimes healthily built sometimes robustly build shorter girl before you. Her eyes are glued to your own and she doesn’t notice her barging caused you to drop your towel.

“HITOMI IS GETTING MARRIED! GRANDPA IS MARRYING HER OFF TO A GANGSTER!” she cries in exasperation and fear.

It hits you alongside your sudden burst of cosmic awareness. You are aware of exactly where Hitomi is right now as her twin sister clings to you. You’ve been there before, in that courtyard, under much less than hospitable circumstances.

A memory from a dream finally clears. Words whispered through tears like a prayer on the edge of self sacrifice.

I’m sorry, sister Hanako

Big Changes Quest Thread 15 end.

Current Bank: 15.
Usual end of thread discussion about spending or not.

Also, thoughts and feedback.

>>32828490
>She's getting married.
Aww hell no.
We gotta put a stop to it.

>>32828562
Yeah!
We're the only ones that can marry her!

>>32828490
Thanks for running!

>>32828562
It was our fault, though.
How do we get her out of it? Kill the entire gumi? While we could do that, the ramifications could be much worse that what's happening now.

>>32828490
>“HITOMI IS GETTING MARRIED! GRANDPA IS MARRYING HER OFF TO A GANGSTER!” she cries in exasperation and fear.

Rally the troops.

Also, 15 in the bank. DAMN. We need to spend some stuff. Who's up for more power?

Or just going from androgynous to all out beautiful as hell?

>>32828656
I think we should get something new.
But what, I don't know, as I'm not creative enough for this sort of thing.

>>32828656
Rally the troops and do what?
Go up against a yakuza gumi that's collecting on a debt that was incurred by Tsubasa and Hitomi?

>>32828713
If we can beat a big fuck-off monster the yakuza should be manageable.

>>32828656
That's stupid, why would we put our friends in danger when we can deal with it ourselves?

>>32828686
Hrm. Something new might be good. Maybe engage in some subtle mental effects? Mind-reading possibly?

>>32828713
>>32828733
>>32828837
Point. I may have been too rash when I said that. Maybe something by ourselves. Diplomatically.

So, does that mean Hanako was the one hospitalized by drugs in the flashback?

>>32828686
Teleportation.

>>32828913
If we want to go metal manipulation, perhaps something to do with pheromones?
Or, come to think of it, I think I read or heard something about ideal spouses having similar...*something* with the something having to do with electrical charge. Maybe.

If I can find it, that would dovetail nicely with Living Dynamo Syphin and WEGSP

>>32828967
Even better: stable wormhole generation.

>>32828968
...hrm. That COULD be a neat take on the electricity. Pheromones could do something nice as well. Might be an issue depending how they're released, since we're sweating up a storm all the time lately.

>>32829085
True.
Another idea: improved vision, unless that's counted under Cosmic Awareness. No real special reason, I just think that it would be both useful and pretty neat.

Otherwise, we could always upgrade what we've got.after all, that 1d6 in Power is looking kinda lonely.

>>32829183
That was kind of my thought on it? Power's looking lonely.

Improved perception/awareness is never an issue either.

I am happy everyone enjoyed today's thread. Enjoy continued debate.

>>32828583
I dunno if we've built up that kind of relationship with Hitomi. Also, the knee jerk possessive reaction to another character getting married locked PGQ into Luci route. Let us tread carefully.

Why not just start super manning the mob's operations? Expose them as a faceless invulnerable being they cannot touch?

Personally I think we should max out amazon to 5d6.
Or add the word muscular somewhere.

>>32830446
I wasn't actually serious.
Well, I was, but not about us marrying her.

To be honest, I don't really have that much of an attachment to any of the characters. They just seem so bland.

>>32830508
The blandness that keeps getting tossed around is something I have been trying to address and would appreciate further feedback upon. Perhaps some Q&A&F(eedback) is in order?

Rolled 3

>>32830446
Or we could invest in some smarts, like manipulating data into emptying their accounts, financial schemes, etc into the internet. Or falsely implicating them into crimes they didn't commit or making their lives hell some other way.

Then we come along and note that we could pay them off a bit to get some say on what happens to hitomi

So. I find myself sitting guard somewhere and musing about what to provide a short aside for at the start of next thread.

>Temple Dog
>Hymnal
>Marked Rider
>Swan

>>32833272
Hymnal sounds intriguing.

>>32833272
marked rider

>>32833272
>>Hymnal
wonder what this is about

>>32828490
don't we still have that spontaneous fission power to develope?
I say we get that now

>>32835806
We have the points, let's go for it.

Maybe we can melt the yakuza's car brakes as he's driving to make him crash or something

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So, I'm seeing:

>Raise Power
>Something with Pheremones
>Something like electro emotional manipulation
>max Amazon
>Atomic Pheonix

How do you want to spend those points?

>>32838049
We have 15 points.
Increasing Power to 2d6 is 6 points.

I would rather increase Cunning to 4d6 for 10 points, and then buy Atomic Phoenix for 4 points.

>>32838049
Well, we can't max Amazon, we'd need 22 points for that. I support raising it to 4d6 though.

>>32838049
I kinda want to save it all for a huge upgrade.

>>32838998
How huge?

>>32838049
I vote for something like your pic related.

Let's be literally smoking hot