>>33680587
>Take her advice, get a solid eight hours and start your karate rampage in the morning.
The eyebrows demand it.

>>33680587
>Explain to her that's not how you do karate rampages in Southtown. Keep making coffee.

>>33680587
>>Take her advice, get a solid eight hours and start your karate rampage in the morning.
Point out that gangs that kidnap people don't make demands usually though. That's only in movies and when ninjas kidnap the president.

>>33680704
Did the ninjas actually demand anything? I thought it was just you guys being BAD ENOUGH DUDES.

>>33680587

>Take her advice, get a solid eight hours and start your karate rampage in the morning.

We shall become the walking Apocalypse!

>>33680587
>Explain to her that's not how you do karate rampages in Southtown. Keep making coffee.
Toughen up, you sissies. Mike Haggar would be disappointed.

>>33680587
Lick her slit.

>>33680587
>Explain to her that's not how you do karate rampages in Southtown. Keep making coffee.

>>33680587
>Explain to her that's not how you do karate rampages in Southtown. Keep making coffee.
COME ON YOU GITS
THIS IS ART OF FIGHTING, NOT ART OF SLEEPING-IT-OFF
A WORKOUT'LL MAKE THE ALCOHOL GET PROCESSED FASTER

It sounds tempting. It sounds so tempting, because you are so tired. You really didn't eat much today before you started on the booze, now you want nothing more than to get some sleep.

You've got to push through it, though. If by some bizarre series of coincidences or fate or a miracle on the part of this Mad Geese your father is actually in danger there's no way you could go to sleep now and look him in the eyes in the morning. You grit your teeth and get to making coffee.

"There usually isn't a ransom or any demand when this sort of thing happens in Southtown," you say. "On the streets here everything comes down to your rep. They want me to come at them, too salty to think straight, and then get my ass kicked in public."

"And you're just going to do it?" Ran asks.

"Fuck if I know, this is the first time they've targeted me," you say. The lights on the coffee machine start blinking. Things are probably ready? You don't really know how to use this thing. "Usually they try kidnapping me. I guess this is kind of an honor, in a stupid way."

Ran clasps her hands in front of her and contorts her face through a series of worried expressions while you pour two cups of coffee. You offer her one, raising an eyebrow. She reaches out and takes it in both hands, determination harder than steel glinting in her eyes.

"As an ambassador of the Saikyo arts I cannot let you fight alone in this," she says. She raises the cup of coffee towards you, suddenly ceremonious. "Whatever happens tonight, I stand by your side."

"Glad to have you, kid," you say. You tip your mug towards hers. The mugs clank together so loudly you worry you chipped one of them. When she finally drinks the thing she makes a disgusted face.

"Ellie, this is seriously the worst cup of coffee I think I've ever had."

"Try to enjoy it anyway," you say, choking down a mouthful of the bitter sludge. "This is probably the nicest thing that's gonna happen to us tonight."

[1/2]

>>33681527
> "Try to enjoy it anyway," you say, choking down a mouthful of the bitter sludge. "This is probably the nicest thing that's gonna happen to us tonight."
Is Ellie saying that the two of them are gonna get mouthfuls of a different bitter sl-owowow

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>>33681527

Ran is still nursing her coffee (now at least 70% creamer and sugar), poring over a map of Southtown spread over the kitchen table. Those thick eyebrows of hers are furrowed in concentration. You make a note to stop staring at those eyebrows, it's going to get weird if she notices. You shake your head a bit to clear it and get back to changing into your war gear.

"Previous gang hideouts," you say. You've swapped out your street clothes for leather biker gear, strong boots and a sturdy motorcycle jacket. Partially because you think it looks cool, partially for the extra protection. The gloves - almost gauntlets, actually - slip on easily over your taped-up fists. This will probably turn into an endurance contest, every advantage you can muster will help through the night. "Every time Tatsuya or Ryo cleaned one out they'd make a note. Just in case, you know?"

"We going to start there?" Ran asks. She looks surprised when you enter the kitchen again. "Not wearing your gi?"

"Fuck no I'm not wearing my gi. Leather means protection, and if we're fighting in the dark I'm harder to see in black," you say. You almost mention that blood doesn't show up as easily on black, but you don't mention it. "You want to borrow some gear or something? I've got spares."

"I'll stick with the Saikyo uniform," she says. "It's what I'm most comfortable fighting in, anyway."

"So be it," you shrug. "And no, we're not starting there. We've got two sources we can track down, an underworld broker who can be persuaded to listen and a reporter specializing in the martial arts scene. If anyone's heard of Mad Geese, it'll be one of them.

"Alright, so who do we see first?" Ran asks.

>Send Ran to talk to the reporter, shake down the shady info broker yourself. Saves time this way, and you can handle the broker yourself.
>Bring Ran with you to the info broker. Doesn't hurt to have some backup.
>Write-in

>>33681808
>>Bring Ran with you to the info broker. Doesn't hurt to have some backup.
Stick together and beat people up.

>>33681808
>Bring Ran with you to the info broker. Doesn't hurt to have some backup.
Let's show her the ropes.

>>33681808

>Bring Ran with you to the info broker. Doesn't hurt to have some backup.

Ran will be good cop while we will be REAL BAD cop.

"Alright, you ready?" you ask, a little unsteady on your feet. "You're gonna be good cop, I'm gonna be violent cop."

"That's not - "

"Okay, that's a plan," you say, pleased with yourself. You lead Ran out into the neon-lit midnight streets.

>Give me an idea for the info broker character, rolling 1d100.

Rolled 71

>>33682243
Ron Jeremy

Rolled 38

>>33682243

Weee

Rolled 64

>>33682243
Gilbert Gottfried

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>>33682288

Fuck yes!!! Ron Jeremy!!!

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>>33682243
AW YEAH BABY, BARRACUDA UP IN THIS BITCH.

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>>33682243
Pack of Wild Catgirls. They can go anywhere and they work for fish and ear scritches.

>>33682748
The dice gods demand catgirls, apparently.

>>33682748

That will be very interesting encounter....

By 12:45 you're standing in front of The Catgirl's Meow, a bar you really, really hate going in. Ran is almost cowering behind you.

"Do we really have to? I mean, it's..."

"It's not as bad as you'd think in there," you say. You're lying to yourself almost as much as you're lying to her. "I mean, the drinks are reasonably priced." You struggle to find a second good thing. "The lighting is very....it's well lit. It's a nicely lit bar."

"So it's not a...?" Ran asks.

"Oh no, it's a catgirl-themed stripclub," you say. Try to soothe your fists back into the hanging by your side like normal hands. It's harder than you expected. "This is going to get weird."

The bouncers - one a greasy overweight guy, the other obviously ex-army and covered with so many muscles you're not sure how he can walk - put up a hand to stop you on your way in.

"Ladies, nobody needs you going in to drag out your boyfriend," the ex-army one says. "And believe me, it sets a precedent of mistrust that spirals out of control, next thing you know you..."

"I'm single," you say. "Just looking for a drink."

"Oh? You two looking for a good time?" the greasy one says. "Looking for a man?"

"Actually, we are looking for - " Ran says.

"Just a drink," you say through clenched teeth, cutting her off. "We're meeting a friend. Let us in, alright?"

"....alright," ex-army says. You notice a tattoo of a fish covered in teeth on his arm. "No trouble though, you understand?"

"No trouble at all," you say. You try your best to smile convincingly. You fail.

Inside it's a dimly lit mess, you lied a little. Girls in catgirl outfits grind on the stage, a girl in a catgirl outfit is behind the bar trying to serve drinks with her hands in those paw gloves, a few catgirls are mingling through the crowd. At this hour it's mostly otaku, though a few hardened-looking men are settled through the crowd. You're not bad looking, but once they notice you're not wearing cat ears none of this crowd look at you twice. [1/2]

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"You get us some beers, I'm going to find someone to talk to," you say to Ran. She gives you a look like a helpless puppy that's just been given a task far outside its abilities. Maybe it was asked to solve some complex math, or to buy a few beers in a bar you're not even sure it's old enough to be in. You give her a reassuring smile and go looking for a catgirl that isn't busy.

You eventually find one, one that you think you haven't met before with a shock of anime-blue hair and what look to be naturally sharp incisors. She's waiting near the stage door entrance, batting at the bell on her collar absent-mindedly and smiling to herself. Her dedication to the act is pretty impressive, you think.

"Hey, you got a minute?" you ask.

"I don't usually dance for girls, nya," she says. At least you think she said nya. How drunk are you? She finally looks at you instead of the bell. She rolls it between her...fingers? Do cats have different words for fingers? And how is she doing that if those are just gloves? You shake your head a little to clear it. "It'll be extra if your friend wants to watch, nya."

"Just have some questions," you say. You remove a roll of bills - about fifty bucks, but it's all in ones and fives so it looks more impressive than it is- and set it on the stage. You keep your hand over it, though. "You girls hear a lot of things, yeah?"

"The pack hears a lot of things," she says. She puts that paw on top of your hand. It's warm, you notice, like a real paw. The catgirl notices you staring at the paw and gives you a wink.

Focus up, Ellie. Catgirls are as real as mothman, which is to say totally not real.

>What questions do you have for the pack? Preferably about the investigation.

>>33683430
> Feel the paws. Jeez they're so soft.
> Uh, heard anything about a gang called the Wild Geese?
> Goddamn these paws are soft.

>>33683478
This is all we need

>>33683430

Pretty much >>33683478

>>33683430
You girls hear about a gang called Wild Geese? They kidnapped a 7 foot tall solid muscle Kyokugen Master, and we're out for revenge.
>Also, scritch her ears.

>>33683478
>Touch fluffy paw
>Ask if her perky...ears might've picked up anything about where a gaggle of geese might've taken one big ol' tomcat.
>Realize slowly and drunkenly that the paw is her real hand.
>Be unfazed.

"This is your real hand, isn't it," you say. It isn't a question.

"Nya," the girl says, winking at you again. "You've been drinking a little bit, haven't you?"

"I'm just gonna roll with this for now, I've got a karate rampage to kick off," you say, evenly as you can. "Have your fuzzy ears heard anything about the Wild Geese?"

"Do you mean Mad Geese?" she says. She cocks her head to the side for a second. "Some other girls in the pack have seen them coming and going. There's one right over there, actually."

She points - as much as she can with those paws which you're trying not to freak the fuck out about - at a scrawny little guy, front row next to the stage, fistful of ones clenched in his grubby little fist.

"Alright, I'm gonna go ask him some questions," you say. "Thanks for your cooperation."

"Don't go mistaking him for a real goose, nya," she says.

>touch fluffy ears, then kick the guy's chair out from under him. START THIS SHIT OFF.
>touch fluffy ears, then persuade this guy to step outside for a little conversation. Preferably by just grabbing him by the ear and dragging him outside before the bouncers stop you.

>>33684001
>touch fluffy ears, then persuade this guy to step outside for a little conversation. Preferably by just grabbing him by the ear and dragging him outside before the bouncers stop you.

>>33684001
>>touch fluffy ears, then persuade this guy to step outside for a little conversation. Preferably by just grabbing him by the ear and dragging him outside before the bouncers stop you.

>>33684001
>>touch fluffy ears, then persuade this guy to step outside for a little conversation. Preferably by just grabbing him by the ear and dragging him outside before the bouncers stop you.
The girls are nice enough to help us, let's not start a fight inside.

>>33684001
>touch fluffy ears, then persuade this guy to step outside for a little conversation.

>>33684122
Aww, but then we don't get to fight the big burly ex-army guy, the catgirl and the greasy gringo!
>touch fluffy ears, then persuade this guy to step outside for a little conversation. Preferably by just grabbing him by the ear and dragging him outside before the bouncers stop you.

>>33684212
We're not trying to fight the catgirl. She's our informant, we want to stay on her good side.

>>33684001
>>touch fluffy ears, then persuade this guy to step outside for a little conversation. Preferably by just grabbing him by the ear and dragging him outside before the bouncers stop you.

We are gonna show who is the most meanest girl in the street. The start playing pop music first before we interrogate this guy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjZohyn7Vjc

>>33684236
If we get on her bad side we can't touch the fluffy ear. Priorities, mang.

>>33684288
I fucking love The Question.

>>33684236
>>33684331
Damn it, it doesn't have to be a fight to the death, just a friendly brawl-til-ya-bawl between customer and informant!

>>33684417
No fighting the catgirls. Let's get our info, touch fluffy ears, maybe get a dance, then find Tatsuya.

Some song you don't recognize starts blaring on the radio. "Thanks for all the help," you say. Acting on impulse you reach out and scratch the dancer behind her cat ears. She blushes and gasps a little, shivering as she goes weak in the knees.

You probably shouldn't do that again, you think. You turn and head back into the club, rampage filling your heart once more. Out of the corner of your eye you see Ran, a beer in each hand - she remembered the kind you drink, even, that's kinda nice. You shoot her an appreciate smile and then turn back to your target. He's not even looking at you. This'll be easy. You straighten out two fingers as you get near and jam them under his jaw - not directly center line, just to the side, where it hurts like hell to have upwards pressure. Something your dad taught you. The Mad Geese member shoots to his feet and follows along with you, too stunned to realize what happened at first.

"We're stepping outside for a sec," you tell Ran. She follows you to the doors dutifully.

...straaaight into the two from earlier. Fuck. The big one - Barracuda, you remember - looks at you with a scowl that would turn weaker men into jelly on the spot. You try giving him a disarming smile. "Sorry, I really did need to haul my boyfriend out of here," you say.

He's not buying it. Ah, well, at least you had to try.

>Throw the Mad Geese member back into the club, take Barracuda while Ran takes the fat one.
>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.
>Turn around, head back in. Think of a Plan B on your way.

>>33684660
>>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.
We've got things to discuss and we're even taking it outside so it doesn't cause trouble in the bar.
You can have him back when we're done.

>>33684660
>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.
CHOO CHOO, ALL ABOARD THE ROCK-EM-SOCK-EM-ELLIE EXPRESS
NEXT STOP: HURTSVILLE PAINSTATION

>>33684660
>>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.

Rolled 92

>>33684660
>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.

>>33684660
>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.

They are in the wrong place at the wrong time. We are gonna put them in right place.... Hospital.

>>33684804
>Mirko Cro Cop on his headkicks
"Right leg, hospital; left leg, cemetary."

>>33684660
>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.
> Don't forget to grab the beer from Ran.

>>33684660
>Hand off the Mad Geese member to Ran, take the pair of them yourself.
What part of "Karate Rampage" includes backing down from a fat dude and a body builder?

"Hold this!" you shout. You drop your fingers from under the Mad Geese member's jaw and elbow him in the chest hard enough to send him flying into Ran's arms. You thought about just letting him go for a second while you fight, but he'd probably just try to escape out the back or something. No good.

"I'm just taking him outside for a discussion," you say, as calmly and levelly as you can. You try to size up the situation as subtly as possible. You're standing within arm's reach of both bouncers, the pair of them stepping inside to come between you and the door. The hallway is surprisingly narrow. You've fought in worse conditions, though. "We'll let him back in when we're finished with him."

"Sorry, girlie, but this club has a reputation to hold. We can't let some little bitch come in and drag our customers out," the fat one says. He crosses his arms, full of oily smugness.

Alright, he's getting it first. You step in and throw out a straight right almost faster than the eye can see. You can feel his nose shatter even through your gloves. The fat fuck yelps in pain. You pivot, lashing out at the Barracuda with a backhand.

Barracuda intercepts and redirects. Not enough to throw you, enough to knock you off balance as you stumble forward a step or two past him. You turn and lash out with a back kick, snarling involuntarily. You clip his side, but as you're pulling your foot back he grabs your foot and twists. You either roll with it or break your leg in three places. He's using, what, some kind of judo?

Luckily breakfalls and recovering from throws are part of the Kyokugen training. You roll into a crouch slightly out of Barracuda's range, next to the greasy fat guy, still clutching his nose and roaring in pain. He sees you and throws a clumsy knee strike straight at your face.

>Roll 1d20, one of the first three has to break 15 for a success.

Rolled 8

>>33685150
Gooo

Rolled 6

>>33685150

Rolled 20

>>33685150

RAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

>>33685214
Rest in Pieces, Ron "The Italian Sausage" Jeremy and Barra "It's-One-Word-Mothafucka-Are-You-Stupid?" Cuda.

>>33685214
AW YEAH, DRUNK EAR RUBBING POWER!

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From your kneeling position you throw a straight right aimed right at the oncoming kneecap. Something in there snaps when your fist connects, a dry snap, like twigs breaking. You fall forward a little, throwing your entire body weight and all your strength into your left elbow, aimed straight for his crotch.

You don't really have the vocabulary or experience to describe what happens at the point of impact. The fat man turns bright purple, then grows strangely calm. He stares down at you, an almost sad smile on his face. "Jesus wept," he says, then just...passes out. Thankfully he falls backwards, if he fell on top of you you'd be crushed under his bulk.

You come to your feet, a little uneven. Whatever army close-quarters judo the Barracuda has, it's a problem for you.

"Last chance. You can still walk away," you say.

"I'm a little tougher than that, ma'am," Barracuda says. Polite. Respectful. You almost feel a little bad about this.

You lean in slightly and throw out a flicker jab, hoping he falls for the feint. Barracuda tanks it - it doesn't even bloody his nose - and steps in, closing distance again. Fuck.

>step back, try to get some range!
>close with him, show that you won't be beaten in close quarters!

>>33685706
>close with him, show that you won't be beaten in close quarters!

Rolled 60

>>33685706
>close with him, show that you won't be beaten in close quarters!

>>33685706

>step back, try to get some range!

Fucker's probably got super-armor or some shit...

>>33685706
>close with him, show that you won't be beaten in close quarters!
This is probably a bad idea but Ellie is drunk and high on cat ears.

>>33685706
>>close with him, show that you won't be beaten in close quarters!

He's probably expecting us to try and get away.

>>33685706
>close with him, show that you won't be beaten in close quarters!

Surprise him with Koh Oh Ken at close range.

>>33686018
Have we even seen Ellie throw a Kou'ou Ken?

>>33686145
She's been too busy wiping the floor with people.

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He wants to get close, let himt. You won't be beaten in close-quarters combat!

At least that was the plan. You hop a little and draw your fist back - a classic move you learned from old tapes of Rock Howard - ready to pound your fist straight into the top of Barracuda's head.

"PREDICTABLE!" he roars. He grabs your wrist in midair, redirecting your arm and your entire body with it. You tumble through the stripclub's oak door face-first and out into the street. Your entire body feels curiosly rattled. Your face especially, you realize. You taste blood as you struggle to rise.

"These are the Kyokugen fighting arts I've heard so much about?" Barracuda asks as he steps into the street, a shit-eating grin all over his smug face. He holds out a palm, beckoning you to come closer. You can see Ran coming through the door behind him, both hands occupied keeping the Mad Geese members' arms behind his back.

You spit blood onto the rough asphalt of the parking lot, coming to your feet. You should...

>Take a proper Kyokugen stance and defend your art. Bait him to come closer and throw a Ko'oh ken.
>Zanretsuken! It worked last time you needed a finisher!
>Rush him again to keep him distracted while Ran makes off with the Mad Geese member. Once she's in the clear, cheese it!

>>33686380
>Take a proper Kyokugen stance and defend your art. Bait him to come closer and throw a Ko'oh ken.

>>33686380
>Take a proper Kyokugen stance and defend your art.

Nobody talks shit about Kyokugen to us and gets away with it. What's the point of fighting to rescue dad if we disappoint him in the process?

>>33686380
>Take a proper Kyokugen stance and defend your art. Bait him to come closer and throw a Ko'oh ken.
No one disses Kyokugen-ryuu and gets away with it. If Grandmaster Sakazaki can stake his life and his pride on this style, so can we.

>>33686380
>Take a proper Kyokugen stance and defend your art. Bait him to come closer and throw a Ko'oh ken.
Oh this mother fucker did NOT just badmouth our art of fighting. He. Must. Pay.

>>33686380
>>Zanretsuken! It worked last time you needed a finisher!

Honors nice, but are you really going to fall for such obvious baiting?

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>>33686380
>>Take a proper Kyokugen stance and defend your art. Bait him to come closer and throw a Ko'oh ken.
Except throw a feint Ko'ok Ken and when he brushes it off, follow up with a Haou Shokouken.

>>33686380
>>Rush him again to keep him distracted while Ran makes off with the Mad Geese member. Once she's in the clear, cheese it!

Great, a gang with higher-ups having Attack-Counters...

Let's beat his ass then get our beer from Ran. Fuck this guy.

CAPTCHA: appears balsa

Damn right.

>>33686510
He's not a gangster, though. He's just a bouncer.

>>33686460
I see what you did there.

You breathe deep, trying to find your center of chi. It's something you don't think about often, but it's got to be in there somewhere. You start to bring your arms into the modified boxing stance that's become your signature (those tapes of old King of Fighters matches had a lot of Vanessa on them, and she left a big impact on you, if you're being honest.)

Something in the back of your mind stops you, though. You widen your stance, lowering your body. Your open your fists, lead arm held a little higher than you're comfortable with, right arm low. You can almost feel your father's hands guiding your arms, feel his approving smile and his warmth as he taught you.

"Come on, then," you mutter. "If you think you're man enough."

Barracuda steps in and out of range, looking for a reaction, waiting for you to make the mistake that will let him get ahold of you with his close-quarters combat shit. You back out of range of a few jabs, step in to bait him yourself when he seems like he's trying to get the distance to charge in.

Eventually - after twenty seconds that feel like an eternity - he loses patience and comes straight into you for a grab. Exactly what you've been waiting for. A rush of energy flows to your right hand. It feels warm like sunshine on a summer's day, or your blood pounding in your veins after you finish a long run, or...something. It's impossible to describe.

"Ko'oh ken!" you shout as you throw your right fist forward, straight into Barracuda's face. You don't get much range on this. You get enough, though, he's stunned. Long enough for you to launch a jumping right knee into his face with enough momentum to catch him with a left kick still in midair. The big fucker is floored.

"Stay the fuck down or your dick is going to be in worse shape than your friend's," you say. Barracuda starts to get up. He sees you mean it and stays down.

[1/2]

>>33687156

"Ellie, that was - I mean, it's - " Ran begins to sputter. You pat her on the shoulder in a reassuring way, trying to wipe the blood from your face off onto your sleeve.

"Grab the beers and leave me alone with this guy for a sec," you say. "And apologize to the catgirls for me, I hope this didn't fuck anything up for them."

Once Ran is in the door the Mad Geese fighter doesn't even try to run. He shivers a little, too terrified to even try to run.

>What questions should we ask him?

>>33687241
"Where's the Kyokugen master been taken?"
"Where else are you fuckers held up?"
"How many of you fucks are there at each place?"
"Is there anyone notable guarding him?"
"Who gave the order and why?"

>>33687241
> Where the shit is your base?
> Who is your leader
> When did you guys take my dad?
> ... How the hell did you even take him? I mean, jeez.

>>33687241
"Where is my father?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9DijlVkIGA

>>33687241
First we play little pop music.... Then we look like batshit angry!

"Where is your boss?!!! Answer me or else Devil will cry for your!"

>>33687332

Seconding this line of questioning.

Rolled 30

>>33687241
Smooth or crunchy?

>>33687415
Thirding.
Also, we should totally take his wallet and get a Catgirl Dance. "For the mess."

>>33687429
BOXERS OR BRIEFS?
VEGETA OR GOKU?
IRON MAN OR CAPTAIN AMERICA?

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>>33687453

Ah hell, why not?

Wait, what's Ellie's orientation? Or are we too drunk to care right now?

>>33687467
"Boxers!"
"Goku!"
"Beta Ray Bill."

>>33687507
I think it's a mix of drunk, tireness, combat high, and wanting an excuse to pay back the girls for beating the shit out of their bouncers.

>>33687507
I think right now it's "very confused".

>>33687527
>>33687554

Gotcha. Carry on then.

>>33687507
Never really brought up, though she did take a bit of a shine to the MC of the first Street Fighter Quest way back when.

>>33687609
Dude, Blue Board.
Saved though.

>>33687617
I don't think that counts though. He's the MC and his name is "Anonymous"

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>>33687609

Taken care of already. Also, forgot I had that edit... Have some more concept art to pay-back for that faux-pas.

>>33687681
No, his name was Andy. It was brought up, like, twice.

>>33687757
>All of the Summaries in the archive say Anon.

Unless that's a retcon

>>33687816
His full name is "Andrew Nathaniel Origami Nymous".

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>>33687862

Or A. N. O. Nymous, if written fairly formally...

You walk forward, trying to radiate pure menace, like a panther stalking its prey. The Mad Geese fighter backs away, making little frightened noises, until his back is against the grimy brick wall of the club. As you come closer he closes his eyes and turns his face away from you.

"Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, I'll tell you anything," he says. "Please, I can't - I've never even used it, I can't have you - "

"The Kyokugen fighter you kidnapped. Where is he?"

"What?" he asks, confused. "Anyone we grab, we keep at the dojo," he says. "We always let them go once our master beats the challengers, I swear!"

"How did you even kidnap him? He's...I mean, he's huge."

"I don't know, I wasn't there for that part!" he says. "I've been here all night!"

"That's kinda sad!" you yell.

"That's not a question!" he says.

"I...where's your dojo?" you ask. He gives you an address in old Southtown. You can get there by rail, at least.

"Alright. Anyone there I should be worried about?"

"Our sensei, he's an absolute monster," he says. "I-I'm not saying he'll beat you, but he's..."

"Yeah, whatever, your style is the strongest, all that bullshit," you say. You think for a minute. Ran's running late, hopefully smoothing things over inside the club is going alright. You've got some time to kill.

"Okay, fuck-marry-kill, Vegeta, Goku and Piccolo."

"W-what?" he asks. " - um, fuck Goku, marry Vegeta, kill Piccolo."

"WRONG!" you shout, drawing your fist back. The Mad Geese fighter squeals and takes off running into the night.

"Alright, things are fine, they didn't seem to like these two much anyway," Ran says as she emerges from inside the club. She hands you a bottle of beer, taking a few cautious sips of the one in her hands. "We should probably leave, they're going to call the cops in a few minutes just in case."

"It's fine," you say, drinking just enough to fight off a potential headache. "we know where we're heading next."

>>33688002
My god, I'm dying with laughter.

>>33687816
Anon was a nickname because his little brother couldn't pronounce "Andy" correctly.

>>33688002
>fuck Goku, marry Vegeta, kill Piccolo.

Well at least he got Vegeta right.

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Thanks for playing, everyone! That's it for me tonight, if you want to catch the next thread keep an eye on the twitter at @sfmquest for updates and random things about the setting. I had fun and am only slightly spooked by the fact you guys keep rolling the max on things.

>>33687816

Anon was an in-universe nickname. His real name (Adam) was only brought up once or twice, he seemed to not like it much.

>>33687507

Ellie leans straight, she just wishes she could have a cat. Tatsuya's allergic.

Rolled 42

>>33688002
Go take a nap really. He's in no danger. Heck, your father probably went with them willingly to give you a challenge.

>>33688189
Thanks for running.

> Ellie leans straight, she just wishes she could have a cat. Tatsuya's allergic.
Well, now Ellie has somewhere to go where she can pet some kittens.

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>>33688189

See ya' SFM. Had fun in this one today.

> Ellie leans straight, she just wishes she could have a cat. Tatsuya's allergic.

Thanks for clearing that up as well.

>>33688189
Can we still get a catgirl dance?

>>33688576

There's no time, you've got a dad to rescue!

>>33688763
We can bring Tatsuya back for a Catgirl Dance!

Rolled 10

>>33688763
There is always time for catgirls

>>33688783
He just said poor old dad is allergic.

>>33688860
At this point, it'd be hilarious to see if allergies or boner would win out.

>>33688888
"I'm sorry, your father is dead. I'm not certain if it's due to suffocation from allergies or blood pressure going too low because of this massive erection he has going on."
"... I, uh, really didn't need to hear about my dad's hard on."
"I mean, really, we could probably use it to help carry him out. Fucker's huge, you know."
"Oh god are you really telling me this?"
"It's as thick as my wrist."
"Ew!"

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Well, this thread's on sup/tg/, but some asshole's trying to stir up some shit by miss-archiving it...