>>40933726
>[ ] Talk about what you should wear into the arena

>>40933726
>[ ] Ask when she wants to go clothes shopping

>>40933726
>[ ] Talk about what you should wear into the arena
>[ ] Ask if the Shield will ever improve

>>40933726
Do our time powers affect the clothes we wear?

>writing

“Hey, slow down there. It’s not going anywhere” You say.

Kyla slurps up the last noodle, picks up a napkin and begins daintily wiping her mouth like the last solid minute didn’t just happen.

She then takes a breath, composes herself, and addresses you. “That was a satisfactory offering” She says.
“If that’s how you treat a satisfactory offering, I may make the next one even better just to see what happens” You say.

Kyla looks like she likes that idea.

You stick another forkful in your mouth, chew, and swallow before speaking again. “So the shield” You say. “Does it like… upgrade?”
“Unbelievable” She says. “You have been given an artifact that lets you defy one of nature’s most paramount of laws, and you want to know if it gets better?”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?” You ask.
“No. It does get better” She says. “All of the Boons get an upgrade”
“Really? How?” You ask.

“When you reach Phase 2” She says.
“And what is Phase 2?” You ask.

“The phases are measured by how many people are left in the Arena” She says. “Phase 0 is the beginning, and the Boons are all but useless throughout it. Phase 1 begins when there are 25 Champions remaining. Phase 2 begins when there are 10. And Phase 3 begins when there are 5”

“So there are 20 left now” You say. “Great… all I have to do is outlast 10 other people…”
“You can do it” Kyla says, reaching below the table and coming back up with your cat. “Moriarty believes in you”

“Meeer” Moriarty says.
“I’ll take that for what it’s worth” You say. “So what does this upgrade entail?”
Kyla shrugs. “Dunno” She says.
“But… but you MADE the Shield. How can you not know?” You ask.
“It varies depending on the user” She says.
“So I just hope for a good upgrade then?” You ask.
“Yyyup” Kyla replies.

>[1/2]

You sigh and turn your focus back to your spaghetti.

“You put any more though into your arena outfit yet?” Kyla asks.
“A little” You say. “I was thinking of tailoring something to my own abilities, but I’m having trouble figuring out how to do that”

“Well… I know you can fight and do some Time manipulation” She says. “Why not give me a rundown of what you can do so I can give you a hand?”
“Alright then” You say. “I can speed or slow my movement through time with some focus. It gets easier to go fast if I’ve been going slow for a while, and vice versa for going slow”

“Sounds useful” She says. “Can you super-speed punch?”
“Yes and no” You say. “Fast-time makes my body closer in state to a liquid. Great for maneuvering, absolutely ass for striking. Hitting something with any force in fast-time is likely to break a few of my bones, and if that wasn’t enough downside, the force of the blow is diminished somehow”
“How?” Kyla asks.

You shrug. “I’m only starting to scratch the surface of how this ability actually works. A lot of it is still unknown territory” You say.

“What about objects?” She asks.
“Clothes are good. Things that I’m in contact with will speed up or slow down with me” You say. “Before you suggest it: projectiles don’t work that way. Once an object stops being in contact with me, the effect is released almost immediately. Quickened objects decelerate, slowed objects usually just drop”

“So you can harden for defense, and quicken to dodge and maneuver” She says. “Not the worst thing I’ve heard of, but certainly not the best… what about time travel?”
“Tried it. Doesn’t work” You say. “I spent 5 hours speeding myself enough to move backwards”
“What happened?” She asks.
“I got 5 minutes back” You say. “And then reality snapped like an elastic band and it was 10 hours later”
“Yikes” She says.
"That about sums it up" you reply.

>[2/3]

“So with all of that said… I would actually suggest working with your physical strengths” She says. “Pick something light and easy to move in, perhaps with built in weapons like knuckles and defensive pieces like shin and arm guards”

“So the only real question is style and additions” You say.
“Yep” She says.

>Style:
>[ ] Traditional martial arts wear

>[ ] Modern

>[ ] Stylish

>Additions
>[ ] Guards

>[ ] Knuckles

>[ ] Other (specify)

>>40935025
>[ ] Traditional martial arts wear

>>40935025
>[ ] Traditional martial arts wear

>>40934949
>And then reality snapped like an elastic band and it was 10 hours later
WAIT, are we invulnerable during this time period?

And if we aren't, what happens if we die/respawn during this?

We might be able to use this to just tank the majority of the hour.

>>40935025
>Modern

>Guards
With sandpaper where we strike and grapple. Slow time will make it much more difficult to wear the sandpaper out.

>writing

“I’ll go for something traditional” You say.
“Like aaaa… ninja?” She asks.
“I’m not going to question why you know what a ninja is, but not how to eat spaghetti” You say. “I was thinking of something like a karate gi”

“Hmm…” She says, before reaching across the table and making her all-too-familiar grabbing gesture.

You unlock your phone and hand it to her, she taps it a few times and hands it back. “Something like that?” She asks.

On the screen is a picture of you in a karate gi. “Well… yeah” You say.
“Boooooooooring!” She says, snatching the phone back. Kyla starts working at it furiously. “Needs less of this, a little of this, and don’t forget those!”

“Just what the hell are you doing?” You ask.
“Designing” She says. “Aaaand there!”

Kyla hands you your phone again, and the image is almost unrecognizable from what it was before.

“You butchered it a bit” You say.
“I improved it” She says. “What do you think?”

You look it over. It’s certainly more… something.

Kyla removed the sleeves from the shirt, and extended the bottom of it to the point where it’s basically the length of an overcoat. In place of sleeves, there is a pair of gloves that go up to your elbow. Your forearms have a solid guard on the outside, where you would usually block attacks.

The pants are black now, but they’re otherwise the same. Underneath them there is a solid guard over your shins.

You look up from her strange design to be met with a look of intense anticipation…

>[ ] It’s acceptable

>[ ] You sure I can’t go in naked?

>[ ] Truly the work of a goddess

>>40935767
>[ ] Truly the work of a goddess
>[ ] You sure I can’t go in naked?

>>40935767
>[ ] You sure I can’t go in naked?
"Or with just a speedo, imagine it!" Look at the priceless face.
>[ ] It’s acceptable

>>40935767
>Huh, I expected you to give me a ninja mask or something
>[ ] It’s acceptable

>writing

“I’m surprised there isn't like a… ninja mask or something” You say.
“OH!” She says, taking the phone back and working for a few more seconds. Then she hands it back.

And you have a ninja mask… It doesn’t look too bad.

“You sure I can’t just go in naked?” You ask.
“Absolutely not!” She says, glaring at you.
“I’m kidding, this looks good. Truly the work of a goddess like yourself” You say, ruffling Kyla’s hair.

“Heh heh” She says, enjoying the praise. The she suddenly gets very cross, and swats away your hand. “Stop that! I’m a goddess, not a pet!”

“Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there” You say.

You stand up and starting cleaning up while Kyla puts the finishing touches on your “Combat gear”. After a few minutes, you’re both finished.

“What now?” Kyla asks.

>[ ] We still need to find you some clothes

>[ ] I think I need a break

>[ ] Other

>>40936288
>[ ] We still need to find you some clothes

>>40936288
>You said something about someone who can teach me magic?

>>40936288
>[ ] We still need to find you some clothes

>writing

“Well, we still have to find you some clothes” You say.

Kyla looks down at what she’s wearing. “I can’t just keep wearing your stuff?” She asks.
“No” You say. “First of all, you’re practically swimming in that shirt; and I don’t even want to know how you’ve been keeping those shorts up”

“But it’s comfortable” She says.
“It’ll also be awkward as hell if someone I know comes over- which happens a lot, by the way –and sees that not only do I now have a foster sister or whatever the hell we’re calling you, but that I have neglected to even clothe you” You say. “Now get your shoes o-ohhh… you don’t actually have shoes, do you?”

“Nope” She says. “Will that be a problem?”
“Maybe” You say. “Pavement and rocks aren’t kind to bare feet”
“I see” She says, grabbing her foot and casually pulling it up to examine the bottom of it. She seems to be more flexible than even you… “Yes, that will be a problem”

“Hold on, I think-

>[ ] Ms. Browning might have some old throwaways from her daughter…

>[ ] I have some old sandals that might work temporarily

>[ ] Other

>>40936758
>[ ] I have some old sandals that might work temporarily
i dont trust ms. browning shes probably a champion

>>40936758
>[ ] Ms. Browning might have some old throwaways from her daughter…

>>40936758
>>[ ] I have some old sandals that might work temporarily

>>40936758
>[ ] I have some old sandals that might work temporarily

>>40936758
>[ ] I have some old sandals that might work temporarily

>>40936823
Never trust a teacher with a- OHOHOHO, our goddess manifest as a little girl and our teacher suddenly has a daughter?! Definitely a champion.

>>40934949
we need to use fast time to throw stuff, knives, rocks, baseballs...

>writing

>>40936990
They just explained that that stuff is useless. Plain stoneskin nosells all that, and even without stoneskin very few of those really injure.

Bulletstorm and grenadestorm, though...

>>40936990
> “Before you suggest it: projectiles don’t work that way. Once an object stops being in contact with me, the effect is released almost immediately. Quickened objects decelerate, slowed objects usually just drop”

>>40937037
>>40937039
yea, I fail. I posted it before I finished reading.
Anyways, I got another idea. whip and chain. Those are already ridiculously fast, and unlike a bladed or blunt weapon there is the absolute minimum of recoil transfered back to the wielder. So even if you are as durable as a wet tissue paper it shouldn't harm you. meanwhile your opponent is getting savaged by an obscenely fast strike. (fun fact, the "whip crack" sound is caused by the tip of the whip breaking the sound barrier)

>>40937088
Now that's an interesting idea.. Backing.

>>40934949
>“Tried it. Doesn’t work” You say. “I spent 5 hours speeding myself enough to move backwards”
>“What happened?” She asks.
>“I got 5 minutes back” You say. “And then reality snapped like an elastic band and it was 10 hours later”
I am curious what would have happened if he tried to go less than 5 minutes back. like, 1 minute or 30 seconds back. even going 5 seconds back is super useful in some scenarios (see prince of persia the sands of time)

>>40937088
The strike itself will have less power, though. The whip/chain is still "sorta liquid" during this motion.

What I want to see is what happens when someone is coated with semi-liquid metal from the chain that is suddenly NOT semi-liquid anymore.

>>40937209
Blood for the blood god?

“-I have some old sandals that might do for now” You say, heading into Yui’s old bedroom, where the closet is.

You rifle through the old stuff in there until you come across them. They’re old and they’re worn, but they’ll do the trick until you can get her actual shoes.

“Here” You say, tossing the sandals at her feet.
“These look like shit” She says.
“Just wear them” You say. “It’s temporary. We’ll get you actual shoes or sandals or flip flops or whatever the hell divine beings usually wear. This is just to get to the mall”

Kyla looks from the sandals, to you, and back to the sandals, then back to you. “Fine” She says, finally. “But I get to pick out what we get for me”

“That was the plan” You say. “Honestly, if I wasn’t going to give you a say in it I would’ve just measured you and left”

“That would have been very rude” She says.
“Which is why I’m bringing you along” You say. “Now let’s go”

Kyla sighs and slips on the sandals, then she follows you out the door.

You hope you don’t run into anyone you know…

>[1/2]

>>40937209
>The strike itself will have less power, though. The whip/chain is still "sorta liquid" during this motion.
Well, it was mentioned early on in previous threads that a fast time punch does hurt the enemy more, it just hurts us back too. Yes, this will destroy the chain/ whip. we would have to get spares.

Also, just because its liquid doesn't mean it isn't fast enough to cause damage, see
https://youtu.be/M9hAM68K9OU

Then again, its probably not actually liquid but rather time shenanigans.

>>40937275

see >>40934949
> and if that wasn’t enough downside, the force of the blow is diminished somehow”

>>40937321
that says we get less damage than expected, but it doesn't contradict the claim that it still deals more damage overall
that is, lets say we hit at 5x speed, we do 1.2x damage. its more than normal time hit, but still diminished

also, even if the damage is actually less, where, say, 5x speed gives you 0.8x the damage of normal time. moving at 5x lets you hit them 5 times instead of just once

>>40937370
I'm not going to debate numbers that haven't been confirmed by the QM.

>hit them 5 times instead of just once
except that we just agreed that we'd break the chain/whip on the first hit.

Sure it might do more burst damage, but we're going to need to carry quite a few spares.

>>40937370 cont
the main block we had thus far was
>thrown objects don't work, period
>hitting with fists injures self severely
this is a new avenue of attack that avoids these issues. might still have other issues though.
its possible that the style desires doesn't fit or that it is overpowered and breaks the quest. so its fine if QM nixes it due to some time magic shens.

then again, we are going for a ninja motif
http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s546/Ahriman_Raven/Roleplaying%20Demotivators/WeaponProficiencySpikedChain_zps71d7dafe.jpg

speaking of ninja motif. i wonder how good we can sneak with fast time.

“Happy now?” You ask.

Kyla takes a few steps in the sandals she picked out. “Yes” She says. She certainly looks happy.
“What should I do with these?” You ask.

“Give ‘em here” She says, holding out a hand.

You give Kyla the ratty old pair of sandals, and she gleefully skips over to a trash bin and angrily whips them in. Then she spins around, once again chipper and cheerful, and she skips back to you.

“You could’ve just let me keep carrying them” You say.
“And have to weather those abominations being in my presence for even a second more?” She asks. “Not a chance”

You roll your eyes. “So what do you want to replace next?” You ask.
“The shorts” She says. “It’s getting difficult to keep them from falling”
“Just what the hell are you doing to keep them up?” You ask.
“You don’t wanna know” She says.

“Alright, let’s-“
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here” Someone says.

You turn around, and see Safi. “Thaaaat makes two of us…” You reply.
“Who’s this?” Safi asks.

“She’s my little sister” You say.
“I didn’t know you had a sister” Safi says. “I thought you were adopted”

>[ ] Foster sister

>[ ] I’M WHAT?!?

>[ ] So is she

>[ ] Other

>>40937459
>[ ] So is she
And use the excuse, before she tries to discover more.

>>40937444
>i wonder how good we can sneak with fast time.
we can move faster than sound without breaking the sound barrier. I'd say that's stealthy in some ways, but not in the traditional ways.

>>40937459
>>[ ] I’M WHAT?!?
>[ ] Foster sister

>>40937430
>I'm not going to debate numbers that haven't been confirmed by the QM.
Which is why I commented on both alternatives. And the numbers were just examples for clarifying what I am saying, not hard numbers.
Furthermore, he did say in an earlier thread that hitting faster deals more damage, so it has been confirmed by QM.

>except that we just agreed that we'd break the chain/whip on the first hit.
no we didn't. a chain is a lot more durable than us and our durability scales with our speed. that is, we are less durable at 4x than at 2x. even less durable at 8x, etc. Since the chain starts out more durable, we will have to reach a higher speed level to make it break on every hit.
furthermore. breaking the tip of the chain with each strike still leaves it as a perfectly viable weapon.
it will be harder on a whip. But again, like I said, we can just buy more, these are not very expensive.

>>40937459
>plan on saying she is a distant relative
>slip and say sister on first encounter
oh sefi. that is genuinely funny.

wait... it isn't common knowledge that yui is also our adopted sister? (since both of us were adopted by boss?)

>>40937513
okay, not the first hit, and chains-that depends on the chain, but I guess we're going to use some pretty thick ones.

>writing

“I’M WHAT?” You ask, doing your best to look shocked. “I… Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Safi ignores you, and instead she leans down to Kyla’s level. “Sweetie, blink twice if you’re in danger” She says.

“Do I get candy yet?” Kyla asks. “I was promised candy”
“To the police station we go” Safi says, taking Kyla’s hand.
“Please don’t, she was kidding” You say.
“I know” Safi says. “But seriously, who’s the kid?”
“I am not a kid!” Kyla says. “I’m like 14”
“Yes you are” Safi says, smiling and patting Kyla’s head. “But seriously, who’s the kid?”

Kyla glares at Safi, who seems unfazed by her rage.

“I signed up for one of those ‘sponsor a foster child’ things” You say, looking at Kyla, then back to Safi. “I may not have read the form as thoroughly as I should have. Needless to say, they’re working on that issue.”

“Ah, the joys of fatherhood” She says. “Why is she wearing your stuff?”
“We’re getting her clothes now” You say. “I’d have been arrested if I brought her out in what she had on before”
“You should get arrested for what she’s wearing now” Safi says. “That shirt with… just… that shirt. What dark corner of the world did you grab that from anyway?”
“My fashion sense isn't that bad” You say.
“No, but it could certainly use some work, Mr. Jeans-and-a-t-shirt” She says.
“There is nothing wrong with wearing jeans and a t-shirt” You say.

“No, there isn't” She says. “The problem starts when that’s all you own”
“I do not have a problem” You say.
Safi smiles. “Keep telling yourself that” She says. “So, where to first?”
“What?” You ask.
“Well, we don’t want little…”
“Kyla” You say.
“-Kyla becoming Miss. Jeans-and-a-t-shirt, do we? So of course I’m tagging along” She says.

>[ ] That isn't necessary

>[ ] I don’t get a choice here, do I?

>[ ] Other

>>40937903
>>[ ] Other
Up to "little Kyla" here.

>writing

“You don’t have anything better to do?” You ask.
Safi shrugs. “I was actually looking for something better to do when you showed up with the solution” She says.

You sigh. “Then I guess it’s up to ‘little’-“ You turn to Kyla with a smug grin as you say that. “-Kyla”
“Well, I certainly don’t want to be Miss-jeans-and-a-t-shirt” Kyla says, returning your sentiment.

Safi smiles. “That settles it then. Let’s go!”

Safi grabs Kyla by the hand and leads her off towards the section of the mall where most of the clothing stores are. You shrug and follow along. Partially because you can imagine worse ways to spend an afternoon, and partially because you’re still footing the bill for this.

Hopefully they don’t go overboard…

It’s been so long since you’ve had to go shopping with a girl, you almost forgot what it was like. Last time would probably have been back when Yui still lived with you… 5 years ago? 6?

You also forgot how friggin’ long it takes…

And you forgot your phone at home… Perrrfect…

>[1/2]

Luckily, Safi understands the financial limitations of a student living on his own and working part-time. Kyla does not, but she’s not the one doing the picking most of the time.

After a long time spent shopping, the three of you finally come away with a few outfits for Kyla.

“All stylish, all interchangeable” She says. “If she stopped growing right now, you’d probably never have to buy her clothes again”

“Well that’s good news” You say. “Looks like you aren’t allowed to grow anymore, Kyla”
“Just try and stop me” Kyla responds, sticking her tongue out at you.

Safi giggles at the two of you. “The two of you do seem like siblings” She says.
“Great, another person to be mistaken as the brother of” You say.
“Who else do people make that mistake with?” Kyla asks.

“Her” You say, pointing at Safi.
“You mean you guys aren’t siblings?” She asks.
“No, but-“ The two of you say in unison, for the second time today. Again, you wait for the other to finish, and again you both decide to do so at the same time. “-we get that a lot”

Kyla stares at you in amusement. “I can’t imagine why” She says.

You pull yourself away from the conversation and check your watch, it’s 8:45. “Wow, that took 3 hours?” You say.
“Did it?” Safi says, grabbing your wrist to get a look at your watch. “Dang, I’m gonna be late”
“Late for what?” You ask.
“I was gonna go meet Yui at the café” She says. “Wanna tag along?

>[ ] We should get home

>[ ] Why not?

>[ ] Other

>>40938516
>[ ] Why not?

>>40938516
>[ ] Why not?

>>40938516
>>[ ] Why not?

>>40938516
>>[ ] Why not?

>writing

“Why not?” You say. “You cool with that, Kyla?”
“Yui… that’s the girl whose old room I’m staying in, right?” Kyla asks.
“Yup” You say.
Kyla shrugs. “I might as well meet her then”

“Alright then!” Safi says. “Let’s get going. I haven’t managed to make Yui mad yet, but I don’t think I want to see that side of her”
“Good idea” You say. “Let’s go”

The three of you head out of the mall and up the street. It’s maybe a ten minute walk to get to the Boss Café.

“So what made you want to be a dad?” Safi asks.
“I didn’t” You say. “I thought it was one of those ‘big brother’ type things”
“How did someone mess it up that badly?” Safi asks.

“I don’t even want to know” You say.
“You gonna keep her?” Safi asks.
“Chances are that they won’t let me” You say. “I’m not exactly qualified to adopt someone”
“How long will she be around?” Safi asks.
“Until this mess gets sorted out” You say.
“When do you think that’ll be?” She asks.

“Knowing our government?” You say, then you shrug. “Could be tomorrow, could be next year. Hell, this whole thing could get swept under the table and I’ll be stuck with her”
“You know I’m standing right here” Kyla says.
“I am aware” You reply.

For the rest of the trip, Safi and Kyla go back and forth talking about this and that. Kyla seems to be working into her ‘alibi’ well enough. You’re careful to take note of whatever she says about herself so you don’t end up somehow contradicting each other…

All the while wondering if any of the other champions have to deal with a god showing up in their house and deciding they live there now…

>[1/2]

“We’re closed for the night, sorry” The person behind the counter says as you enter the café.

“Oh, shut it Dwight. Closing is still an hour off” You say.

Dwight laughs. “Got me” He says. “How’s it goin’ man? Hey Safi, hey… you…”
“Kyla” You say.
“Kyla” Dwight echoes. “Who’s she?”

“Didn’t Saif tell you? He has an illegitimate daughter now” Safi says.
“And he time travels too, if that’s true” Dwight says.

“Har har” You say.
“But yeah, where DID she come from?” Dwight asks again.
“A nice surprise when I got home today” You say. “I signed up for one of those ‘big brother’ programs where you sponser a foster kid a while back”
“So she’s your… ‘little sister’?” Dwight asks.
“No… somebody screwed up” You say.

“How bad?” Dwight asks.
“I told you didn’t I? Saif has a daughter now” Safi says.

Dwight stares at you for a moment, then he starts laughing, and he keeps laughing. He goes right down on the floor and starts rolling around.

“Yeah, laugh it up chucklenuts” You say. “And while you’re down there, make me a coffee”

Dwight claws his way back up to the counter, still chuckling. “Got you, what kind?”
“Strong” You reply. “Besides that, I really don’t care”

“Comin’ right up” He says, still holding his laughter back.

>[ ] Ask if Boss is around

>[ ] Ask where Yui is

>[ ] Other

>>40939077
>>[ ] Ask where Yui is

>>40939077
>[ ] Ask where Yui is

>>40939077
>>[ ] Ask where Yui is

>writing

>>40939077
>>[ ] Ask where Yui is

Why do I get the feeling that this is like 'Catherine' or 'Persona', where ignoring friends/social links can end up with people dead?

“So is Yui here?” You ask.
“She was” Dwight replies. “Said she had to talk with Boss about something and they stepped out. They should be back any second now”

“Well, we were late” Safi says, and then she pulls out her phone and starts texting.

“Oh! Dude! DUDE!” Dwight says. “You HAVE to let me record Boss’s reaction to the news”
“No” You say.
“Come on!” He says, pulling out his phone. “Future generations could learn something from this!”
“No” You repeat.

“Oh… fine” He says, tapping his screen a few times and standing his phone up on the counter in a VERY obvious position for recording.

“Dwight, I will literally throw you out of this café” You say. “I’ve done it before to bigger men than you”
“He has” Safi says, not even pulling her eyes from the screen. “I was there. It was pretty badass”

Dwight grimaces and puts his phone back in his pocket. Then he goes back to making your coffee.

Behind you the door chime rings, signalling that someone has entered.

Dwight gives you a look, then looks at the door and back to you. “You said you’d give it a shot” He says.

You turn as subtly as you can to catch Claire Beaumont being wheeled into the café by a person you don’t recognize.

Well, you DID say you’d give it a shot…

>[ ] … tomorrow

>[ ] Now’s good

>>40939376
>[ ] Now’s good

>>40939376
>[ ] Now’s good
>inb4 she's one of the champions

>>40939376
>[ ] Now’s good

>>40939376
>>[ ] Now’s good

Katawa Shoujo French Girl? Potential Champion ally?

>Yes please.

>>40939376
>>[ ] Now’s good

>writing

You take a deep breath, and let it out. “That I did” You say. “If you guys are okay babysitting, that is”
“I’ll look after little Kyla” Safi says.
“I’m not little” Kyla says.

Safi lightly bops her on the head, without ever looking away from her phone. “Bad Kyla, no back sass”

You chuckle, and then reach back across the counter. “Coffee” You say.

A warm paper cup finds its way into your hand. “Cheers” You say, pulling it up to your lips and taking a sip before getting up and walking over to where Claire is/

Claire sits in her wheelchair at a table next to the window, her attention devoted to something outside. You pass the person she came in with on the way over. They’re dressed almost like a servant or a butler…

You come to a stop next to her table, and speak up to grab her attention. “H-hello” You say.
Smooth, Saif. Real smooth.

Claire looks away from the window and up at you. “’Allo” She says, recognition lowly dawning on her face. “Mmmmmm… It’s Saif, right?”
“Yes it is” You say. “But that’s also my name”
Claire covers her mouth and giggles.

Good, she’s laughing. That’s always a good start, right?

“Well, don’t be a stranger” She says “Sit”

Also a good start. You take her direction and sit where she indicates.

“What brings you ‘ere tonight, Saif?” She asks.

>[ ] Meeting a friend

>[ ] Accidentally a dad

>[ ] I work here

>[ ] Other

>>40939856
>>[ ] I work here

>>40939856
>>[ ] Meeting a friend
But I also work here.

>>40939856
>I work here, along with lot of my friends; I try and come by, even when I'm not on shift.

>writing

“I work here, and a lot of my friends work here, so I tend to come by even when I’m not on shift. That, and the coffee’s good” You say, punctuating this by taking another swig. “How about you?”

“I was out on ze town and I sought I’d stop in here” She says. “I’ve ‘eard good sings about zis place”
“Well, whoever said those things wasn’t lying to you” You say.

Aaaand you just ran out of things to say on that subject… son of a fucking-

“So who’s that lady that came with you?” You ask, trying to spare the conversation before the silence becomes awkward.
“Ahh, zat is Amelia” She says. “My papa hired her to ‘elp wis my… condition”
“Doesn’t Julia usually do that?” You ask.
“At school, yes” Claire says. “But Julia has her own sings to do after zat”

Dang dang dang dang. You should’ve brought the cat. Had you known this would happen you would have brought the cat… Come on… talk about something else, something that doesn’t involve the wheelchair…

“So I’ve heard you’re quite ze fighter” Claire says.
Oh thank god. “Yes” You say. “Though I’m curious as to where you heard that”
“Rumours” She says. “Zey say zat zere are a lot of people in school who avoid you”

“Thaaaat’s pretty much just Devon” You say. “At least, he’s the only one with a good reason to be afraid of me”
“Why is zat?” She asks.
“I kinda… smacked him around a little” You say. “It’s a long story”

‘Amelia’ returns to the table carrying a teacup and saucer, setting it down in front of Claire, who thanks her and picks it up, giving it a long sniff before sipping it.

She then puts it back down and turns her attention back to you. “I ‘ave time” She says. “why don’t we swap? You tell me a story from here, and I’ll tell you one from France”

>[ ] That sounds good

>[ ] It’s not that interesting of a story…

>>40940222
>>[ ] That sounds good

>>40940222
>[ ] That sounds good
lets hope its not a story of us being a douche

>>40940222
>>[ ] That sounds good

Remind me, what does Claire look like, again?

>>40940306
Wavy brown hair (Currently tied back), brown eyes, petite, and very, VERY pretty (At least to Saif).

“It’s not exactly a pleasant or exciting story, but if you want to hear it…” You say.

Claire sips her tea again, then she puts the cup down, brushes her skirt out and sits back. “I do” She says, sitting back into her wheelchair and smiling.

Damn she has a nice smile… “Well, alright then…” You say.

It was back in grade 8. Yui was dating Devon, and he seemed like a nice enough guy. That lasted… 3 months? Maybe more.

It ended when the two of them left after school to go on another date. For some reason you couldn’t shake this bad feeling, so you decided to stalk. They went back to his house, and just when you were starting to think that you were wrong, Yui ran out of the house in tears.

You still have no idea what happened in there, Yui doesn’t talk about it, you don’t ask. When Devon came out of the house, you broke his nose.

When he came back to school about a week later, he called you out. The “two of you” “fought” behind the school. He brought a buddy, and you knocked him out first (using time manipulation, because you weren’t quite as skilled back then). The rest of the fight involved you slapping him in the face every time he tried to do anything until someone finally arrived to break it up.

“And that’s why he’s afraid of me” You say.
“Oh dear” Claire says. “I certainly would be”
“I did say it wasn’t a pleasant story” You say.
“But” She says. “I think that Yui is lucky to ‘ave a friend as loyal as yourself”

“I am” Yui says. “Hey Saif, sorry I’m late”

Amelia approaches Claire and whispers something in her ear.

“Ah… it seems I’ll have to make good on our bargain some other time” She says.
“I’ll hold you to that” You say.

Claire smiles. “Good night Saif, Yui” She says, as Amelia turns her chair and wheels her out...

>End of Night Two; Movement Three

>>40940669
BUILD DEM SOCIAL LINKS

But seriously, good thread, Smiley!

>>40940669
>The rest of the fight involved you slapping him in the face every time he tried to do anything until someone finally arrived to break it up.
fucking great
thanks for running

That's all for tonight!

I totally forgot that tomorrow is a holiday, so I'll probably be running tomorrow night as well.

As always I'll be sticking around to take questions and suggestions

>>40940746
Thanks for running man.
One question, are you planning on running OaDW and Blood Moon simultaneously/alternating, or is this the end of OaDW? What's the current plan?

>>40940770
My plan is to get some momentum going in this quest and then start alternating.

>>40940746
>>40940776
Do gods have allergies?

>>40940776
That's a glood plan, then.

>>40940787
You don't know. Maybe you could try feeding Kyla various things to see what happens.

>>40940882
>try feeding Kyla various things
Giggity