>>41013763
>>[ ] “What happened to ‘too tired to run’”?
Then
>[ ] Let the chase commence!

>>41013763
>[ ] “What happened to ‘too tired to run’”?
>[ ] Let the chase commence!

>writing

“What happened to being too tired to run?” You ask.

Yui spins, leans over, and sticks her tongue out at you before going right back to running.

You sigh, give your legs a quick stretch, and bolt after her.

Yui sometimes forgets which of you is in better shape, so she needs the occasional reminder.

Except you’re not catching her… you’re not even gaining on her. Has she been doing runs?

You pump your legs harder, and finally start gaining some ground. But she still manages to reach the school before you.

“I win” She says, completely out of breath.

You’re breathing hard too, but nowhere near as heavily as her…

>[ ] You had a head start

>[ ] Have you been jogging?

>[ ] I still caught you. (get payback)

>>41014498
>>[ ] I still caught you. (get payback)
>[ ] Have you been jogging?

>>41014498
>[ ] Have you been jogging?

>>41014498
>[ ] I still caught you. (get payback)

>writing

“Still caught you” You say, slapping her butt.

“Ow!” She says.
“Oh, shut it. That didn’t hurt and you know it” You say.
“You just wanted to touch my butt” She says.
“You don’t have a butt” You say.
“Then what were you slapping?” She asks.
“Not a butt” You say. “Because you don’t have one of those”

“I do so!” She says. “Just because some people can’t appreciate the smaller things, doesn’t mean they aren’t there”
“Yeah, but you’d need a map to find it” You say.
“Can we stop talking about my butt?” She says.
“What butt?” You ask.
“Change. The subject” She says.

“Fine” You say. “When the hell did you get so fast?”
“I’ve always been fast” She says.
“Not faster than me” You say.

Yui says something else, but it’s drowned out by the sound of the bell.

You wait until it’s done ringing before saying anything. “Well, we made it back on time” You say.
“We did” She says. “See you in English?”
“I’ll be there” You say.

You give her a quick hug before going your separate ways. You manage to beat most of the rush to the third floor.

There are already people in your physics classroom when you arrive, so you take your seat and wait for Safi…

And wait…

The second bell rings, signalling the start of the period, and she’s still not here…

>[ ] Shoot her a text

>[ ] It’s probably nothing

>>41014997
>[ ] Shoot her a text

>>41014997
>[ ] Shoot her a text

>>41014997
>[ ] Shoot her a text

>writing

[Safi]<Not coming to class?

You send it and put your phone away, just in time for the teacher to come in.

This isn't the same guy you had yesterday… He’s older, looking like he’s in his mid-40’s. He also has a full suit on, which not many teachers do. He looks more prepared for a job interview or a high-class party than he does to teach a class.

When he reaches the front of the room, he turns to address the class. “Good afternoon, students” He says, in an obvious, high-class sounding British accent. “I am your new Physics teacher: Mr. Pemberton”

As he says this, your phone buzzes…

>[ ] Keep quiet and subtly check your phone

>[ ] What happened to Ms. Benson and the substitute?

>>41015437
>>[ ] Keep quiet and subtly check your phone

>>41015437
>>[ ] Keep quiet and subtly check your phone

>>41015437
Safi don't be dead. You were cute.

>>41015597

Yui mai waifu, just so you know.

but Safi a cute I gess

>writing

Our bro was right - why aren't we fucking Yui yet? Are we gay?

>>41015695
Saif sees her as his sister. Until something in that dynamic changes that's how it'll be.

>>41015740
I never touch my little sister's butt in public.

>>41015740

time for awkward nonerotic situations that turn to erotic due to latent fellings and hormones!

>>41015770
you obviously don't live in Brazil like me then. It's not so much of a touch and more of a slap.

>>41015843
Truer words, never spoken. /spoiler/ Hello, /BR/other /spoiler/

>>41015843
Is it a swat, a slap, or a full open-palm smack?
What's the socially acceptable contact duration?
Is pinching alright? To what degree?

You pull out your phone as subtly as you can and read what you just received.

[Safi]>Girl troubles. Don’t ask. You don’t want to know.

What kind of problems could she be having that she wouldn’t want to- oh. Girl problems. Got it.

“Is there something about my introduction that is boring you Mr…” Mr. Pemberton says, drawing your eyes up from your phone to find his squarely on you.

“No sir” You say. “I was checking in on a classmate”
“And your name is” He asks.
“Saif… Saif Malikov” You say.
“Ahh” He says. “You would be checking on… hmm” He looks over the attendance list.
“Saif, sir” You say. “Safi Nazeem”

“Ah yes” He says. “I was wondering about the empty seat. Carry on then, and tell her I said hello”

Mr. Pemberton starts taking attendance, and you decide to do exactly as he said.

[Safi]<I’ll let you know what we cover today
[Safi]<If we cover anything today…
[Safi]<We got another new teacher. British dude. A little intimidating. He says hello.

You then put your phone away, and start paying attention again…

>[1/2]

>>41015908

normally a slap, quick no more time than needed to cause light pain and sound. If the "arreganho"(a form of playing around lightly beating each other or generally being annoyng) is becoming more serious you are safe with a full open-palm smack.

pinching the as is weird, the shoulder and arm is ok

>>41015969
Thank you, brazil anon, for sharing your culture.

“Now, I am going to be your permanent teacher for the rest of the year” He says.
“What happened to Ms. Benson?” Someone asks.

“She quit” He says.
“Why?”
Mr. Pemberton shrugs. “I don’t know the reason for her departure. All I have been told is that she has departed, and that I am to see you all through your exams” He says.

“We aren’t going to have to spend another day recapping are we?” You ask.
“No, unlike your last teacher I have been brought up to speed on what you do and don’t know” He says. “But, I would still like to discuss something very important: why we are all here”

“What do you mean?” Someone asks.
“Well, it’s well known that physics is the more difficult of your 3 grade 11 sciences” He says. “So, what made you choose it?”

He looks around the class, finding that no one is jumping to answer. “Alright then, I’ll start with you. Saif, in the back. What sparked your interest in physics?”

>[ ] I could ask you the same question

>[ ] Answer him

>[ ] Other

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>>41016122
>>[ ] Answer him

>>41016122
>“She quit” He says.
people usually announce that at least a month in advance, right? For severance pay?

>[ ] Answer him
then
>Your turn

>>41016122
>[ ] Answer him
>Fluid dynamics as it relates to conservation of mass and how density of a solid changes with velocity

>writing

>>41016122
>[ ] Answer him

“Okay, I’ll bite” You say. “I like learning about how things move, and why they move the way they do”
“Go on” He says.

“Well… it’s like… If I threw a ball, and the ball hit the ground. It’s one thing to say ‘my arm made the ball go up, and gravity made the ball go down’. It’s another to know how each force acted on the ball and caused that outcome” You say.

“Well said” Mr. Pemberton says. “Does anyone else have an answer?”
“How about you?” You ask.
“Me?” He says.
“Yeah. You must have an interest in it yourself, otherwise you probably wouldn’t be asking us this stuff” You say.

“Well, if you must know. I believe that there is no such thing as a mystery. I know that all things in this universe have an explanation, and it is the duty of us thinking creatures to delve into said universe and discover its secrets. My background is actually particle physics, the building blocks of our universe” He says. “Satisfied?”

“Beats my answer” You say, eliciting a laugh from the class

The rest of the class passes with Mr. Pemberton squeezing answers out of any student that bites…

>[1/2]

The teacher leaves about 5 minutes before the class ends, leaving the rest of you to pack your shit in the time before the bell rings.

Being a rebel, you leave a minute or so early to make it to your next class before the hallways become too crowded. You enter your English classroom as soon as everyone from the last period has left.

Yui comes up and sits on your desk when she arrives. “You’re here early” She says.
“New teacher in physics let us out early” You say.
“I see” She says.

…

“Get yourself off my desk” You say.
“Don’t you mean ‘get your butt off my desk’?” She asks.
“You don’t have a butt” You say. “It’s like you haven’t even been listening”

Yui slips off your desk and sticks her tongue out at you, before retreating to her own desk as the teacher comes in.

English class goes by quickly. Your teacher is nice enough to give you a work period to do the essay he assigned yesterday, so you get working.

When the class is over, Yui says goodbye and dashes off to wherever it is she goes after school. Leaving you to…

>[ ] Go home and check on Kyla

>[ ] Go to work

>[ ] Other

>>41016995
>>[ ] Go to work
If I remember right we told her to come down to the Cafe if she needed something.

>>41016995
Workwor

>>41016995
>Go to work

>writing

Leaving you to head to work. You don’t mind working with Marissa, though you wish Yui wasn’t so busy.

Hopefully she can still hang out on Saturday.

Nothing noteworthy happens on the way to work. Which you suppose is a good thing, considering the past few ‘noteworthy’ things that happened have severely decreased the quality and possibly (but hopefully not) the length of it.

You get to the café and change into your uniform in the back. You still haven’t brought back the one you ended up taking home with you on Sunday. You should remember to do that next time you come here.

“Hello again” Marissa says, as you take your place behind the counter.
“Hey Marissa” You say.

Marissa looks pretty much the same as she did Sunday, save for the cast on her right arm.

>[ ] What happened to your arm?

>[ ] How’ve you been?

>[ ] What’d Yui give you to take this shift for her?

>>41017424
>[ ] What happened to your arm?

>>41017424
>[ ] What happened to your arm?

>>41017424
>>[ ] What’d Yui give you to take this shift for her?
>bad accident with a kitchen knife?

>>41017490
This and after joke about cleavrr because that mede us remember someone

>>41017424
Why are you trying to make me shadowrun this hard.
I'm paranoid about literally everyone we know now.

>>41017555
Nice trips

What if all these were just red herrings and all the other Fighters were in different countries.

>writing

“So what’d Yui give you to make you take this shift?” You ask.
“Nothing” She says. “I need the hours, so I don’t complain. Except for Sunday, that was way too much”
“No kidding” You say. “So what happened there? You get a little overzealous with a meat cleaver?”

“Oh this?” She asks, holding up her casted arm. “I was biking around yesterday and fell off. Damn thing snapped like a twig”

Oh, yeah. That makes sense. The Arena must be driving you a little crazy. For a second there, you thought she might be the butcher, wearing a cast to cover up her severed arm…

As you’re lost in thought, Boss comes out of the back.

“Hey Boss” Marissa says.
“Oh, hey Boss” You say, drawn out of your strange thoughts.
“How’s it going?” He asks.
“Not bad” Marissa says, tapping her cast. “All things considered”
“Tired” You say.

“Don’t worry. Is Tuesday. Tuesday is slow day” He says. “Feel free to relax. Either of you want coffee?”

“Absolutely” Marissa says.
“You read my mind” You say.

Boss goes over to the coffee machine and starts brewing, as the first of the customers file in…

>[1/2]

>>41017971
Slow day. My. Ass.

When Claire asked if she could bring her family friends by, you thought it would be a few. Not a shopfull.

At around 8:00 they came in droves. You’ve been working your ass off ever since.

It’s 9:30 now, and they’re only just starting to file out.

Claire is sitting at a table with 2 other people: a young man who looks to be about 20-something, with black hair and grey eyes, and a girl that looks to be about your age, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and you’ll be damned if she isn't just as attractive as Claire. Though she doesn’t have the… poise? You think that’s the word you’re looking for.

Whatever they’re talking about, it’s probably important. They stop their conversation any time they think someone is listening, and all three of them are very wary about that.

After about 15 more minutes, the young man angrily shoots out of his seat and storms to the door. He leaves, but not before composing himself and smiling to you and Marissa. You can’t help but notice that his gaze lingers on you…

The Blonde girl leaves a short while after him, and Claire remains at the table alone. All of her ‘invited guests’ having left.

>[ ] Go say hi

>[ ] Go and tell her to be a bit more clear on how many family friends she has

>[ ] Talk to Marissa

>[ ] Ask Boss if he knew who either of those people were

>>41018243
>>[ ] Ask Boss if he knew who either of those people were
Then
>[ ] Go say hi

>>41018243
Oh god, potential builder, witch, glutton combo.

>>41018243
>[ ] Go say hi

>>41018243
>[ ] Go say hi

>writing

>>41018335
Aaaaaaaaaah
It`s too much for me anon

Yui is busy all week because she is the smtih, invite her over to play vidya so we can sleep easely

>>41018514
All red herrings. Trust me, I'm a doctor.

>>41018514
>Claire is the witch
>dude is the Builder
>bitch is the glutton
>Marissa is the Creator
>Ms Browning is the Butcher
>Yui is the Scholar

The witch was sitting because she's a cripple.
Marissa is in a cast because the Butcher exploded her stonehand.
The Scholar wears a magical girl outfit because she's a weeb.

>>41018514
Smith is good becuase the traitor ended up helping us so maybe we can ally with them. However Yui does art so could be witch? I am not sure this is too much.

>>41018600
Wait the scholar had a magic girl outfit?

>>41018600
The traitor had the MG outfit
The witch wasn't sitting

>>41018600
>>Ms Browning is the Butcher

She is more likely creator aka stonehand, would explain why we ran into her night 1.

>>41018640
>>41018627
My mistake.
Yui must be the Traitor.
She betrayed the Smith for us. Best girl.

“Mind if I take a break?” You ask Boss.
“Sure thing. Here” He says, handing you a cup of tea and another coffee. “Might as well bring her something”

“I’m not that obvious, am I?” You ask.
“You’ve been staring at her every chance you get” He says. “Is girl from your school, no?”
“Yeah” You say.
“Then go” He says. “Be young. Get laid”

You nod to him, ignoring the last bit and taking your drinks over to Claire.

When you get to the table, Claire looks deep in thought.
“Bonjour” You say.
She startles and looks up. “Oh, Saif. Sorry, I was lost in my own ‘ead” She says.
“No worries” You say, placing the cup of tea in front of her. “You have a lot of family friends”

“I don’t sink I knew ‘alf of zose people” She says. “I was really just ‘ere to talk to ‘arvey and Abigail”
“The two people who were here?” You ask, taking a sip of your coffee.
Claire smiles and nods. “I’ve known them for a while” She says.
“Family friends?” You ask.
She nods again. “Yes”

>[ ] Ask what they were talking about

>[ ] Ask what she was thinking about

>[ ] Other

>>41018722
>[ ] Ask what she was thinking about

>>41018722
>[ ] Ask what she was thinking about
>Don't you own us a story?

>>41018722
>[ ] Ask what she was thinking about

>>41018709
There`s no doubt that Yui a best, we just have to figure out who she is.
I still think we should bother her for a sleep over, just to be sure.

>>41018722
>>[ ] Ask what she was thinking about

>>41018722
>you owe me a story

>>41018760
>Yui a best
That's an interesting way to spell Claire

>>41018722
>> What they were talking
The guy seemed upset, are you a heart breaker?

>>41018760
I am betting Yui was the former Guardian candiate before she got sniped.

>>41018722
Dangit, posted in another thread and forgot to turn my trip back on...

>writing

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Calling it now, Pemberton is the Kuzuki of this Quest.

>>41018812
>Not wanting to figure out those conflicting fellungs
>Not making her jealour when you talk with other girls for reasons she doesn`t even understand
> literally bro tier girl
>Falling for a pretty face with a weak body to fill the hole in your heart and the need to protect her...
Really anon?

Oh my god.....it finally happened to me....i`m discussing waifus on a quest....I thought it was a mith

“A penny for your thoughts” You say.
“Zat saying is a bit… outdated, no?” She asks.
“Fine then” You say. “Why don’t we continue where we left off last night? You still owe me a story, if I recall correctly”
“You do” She says. “And I do”

You lean back into your chair and get comfortable.

“So what kind of story would you like to hear?” She asks.

>[ ] How your little meeting came about

>[ ] Something that happened to you recently

>[ ] Something from when you lived in France

>[ ] WHERE WERE YOU SUNDAY NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT!?!?This is a joke. Please don't pick it

>>41019023
>>[ ] Something from when you lived in France

>>41019023
>[ ] Something from when you lived in France

>>41019023
>[ ] Something that happened to you recently
>[ ] How your little meeting came about

>>41018994
Maybe our old physics teacher was one of the 80 that died.
We should ask Kyla what happens when you die in the arena

>>41019023
>[ ] Something from when you lived in France
we could go all master of romance "What about your legs"

>>41019023
>[ ] I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE
>Grab her and shake her roughly while screaming

>>41019047
If you die in Canada you die in real life.

>>41019065
My sides...
But that aside, this is serious, man. In canada, there's no logoff.

>>41019023
>[ ] I'd like to hear what you're doing tomorrow night.
Let's get this dating thing moving.

>>41019084
If you die in the arena you die. The only reason we come back is our artifact.

>>41019102
Nah.

I'm holding out for Yui or Loligoddess.

>>41019104
I was thinking more along the lines of where the body goes

>>41019104
If the butcher's cleaver is upgraded to break stuff other than flesh, can he break our mask on the way to breaking our face and take our bonus life -before- taking our real people life?

>writing

“If it’s not too personal, can I hear about the wheelchair?” You say. “More specifically, why you need it?”
“I sought you might” She says. “It’s only fair zat I honour our bargain. I got what I wanted, you get ze same”

Claire spends a few moments collecting her thoughts.

“I suppose I’ve always been… weak” She says. “From when I was a baby to ze present. I can walk, it just… it takes too much out of me”
“That’s gotta suck” You say, and you immediately regret it. Smooth, Saif. Real smooth.
“It does, but it has its upsides” She says. “My parents always used to say zat all ze strength from my body went to my mind. I’ve always been intelligent, and most of ze sings I enjoy don’t require any strength”

“And what do you enjoy?” You ask.

“Puzzles, books, riddles” She says. “Mysteries especially”
“You sound like my physics teacher” You say.

Claire looks at you curiously.

“Sorry, we’ve got a new teacher in physics” You say. “British guy. Goes on about solving the mysteries of the universe”
“A noble pursuit” She says.
“I guess so” You say.
“Alright, I revealed mine” She says. “What are yours?”
“What are my what?” You ask.
“Interests?” She asks.

Oh jeez. Yours sound so… plain… in comparison to hers…

>[ ] Make up something impressive

>[ ] Tell the truth

>>41019412
>[ ] Tell the truth

>>41019412
>[ ] Tell the truth
girls in wheelchairs

>>41019412
>[ ] Tell the truth

>>41019412
>[ ] Tell the truth
Fighting?
Guitar?

>>41019412
>I like to practice punching things.
>And, uh, mongolian pictograph slideshows...

>writing

“The normal 17 year old boy stuff” You say. “Tv, girls, video games, girls, music, girls”

Claire giggles. “You are nothing if not honest” She says.
“I do try” You say. “But on top of that, I like martial arts, and I dabbling in guitar”
She smiles. “I’ve heard you play”
“Impressed?” You ask.

“It’s not bad” She says. “But you could certainly use… practice”
“Well, not all of us can be great” You say. “I mostly prefer listening to music over playing it”
“Me as well” She says. “What kind of music?”
“Just about anything I can get my hands on” You say. “Which, when you take the internet into account… let’s just say I have a very large music library”
“Any favourites?” She asks.
“Well…”

You and Claire spend the next while talking music. Her tastes are pretty modern for someone that gives of her image of propriety. But underneath that, you guess she is still a 17 year old girl…

At some point, Boss catches your eye and you look at your watch.
“Wow, it’s that late already?” You ask.
“Hmm? What time is it?” Claire asks.
“10:30” You say.
“Ahhh…” Claire says. “Alison was supposed to be ‘ere by now. Give me a moment”

Claire pulls a phone out of her purse and calls someone. She speaks in French for a minute or so, then puts the phone away. She doesn’t look so good.

“What’s up?” You ask.
“It seems Alison is busy…” She says.

>[ ] I could take you home… If you want

>[ ] Maybe Boss could give you a lift

>[ ] Want me to call you a cab?

>>41019852
>>[ ] Maybe Boss could give you a lift
While taking her ourselves would be nice the wheelchair thing might take awhile.

>>41019852
>[ ] Maybe Boss could give you a lift
>[ ] Want me to call you a cab?
Alison is a bitch.

"Oh the handicapped person I'm responsible for is in need? Fuuuck that!"

>>41019852
>[ ] I could take you home… If you want

Come on guys, go big or go home.

>>41019934
>"Oh the handicapped person I'm responsible for is in need? Fuuuck that!"
I doubt its that simple. Its either real world problems or shes a champion but it seems too obvious.

>>41019852
>[ ] Maybe Boss could give you a lift

>>41020004
Seconding

>>41020016
Actually, fuck it.

>>41019852
Changing my vote to
>[ ] I could take you home… If you want

>>41019934
People are terrible man.

Back when my cousin was alive his "assistant" at school treated him like dog shit.

Girl was taking him to lunch, line was massive, she didn't feel like walking around to the handicapped accessible area. So she left him sitting outside and went to lunch.

It rained and he sat there in the rain. School didn't see the problem. Granted this was 20 or so years ago.

>>41020016
We're a champion. If an arena was going on we'd know about it. They also left her without assistance. It's not like they fucking thought, "Oh well she'll take herself home."

>writing

>>41020043
Yeah you go man! We need to take the step to starting the relationship.

Also finding out that claire is a champion.

Guys we didn't feed Kyla

there will be blood

>>41020234
She's fine. She probably ate the cat.

>>41020234
More importantly, we didn't feed Moriarty.
Remember what happened last time we didn't feed him?

>>41020279
He got into a life and death struggle with a minor god and we came home to a flaming apartment?

Or.. was that this time?

“I guess I should call a taxi” She says, picking her phone back up.
“I could take you home” You say. “I-I mean… if you want… y’know?”
“Zat would be lovely” She says. “But, you are still working, no?”

You look at Boss, and he waves you off.

“Looks like I’m off shift” You say. “Let me go change, and I’ll be right out”

Claire smiles, and you head off to the back. You throw your uniform into the ‘to wash’ bin, and put your normal clothes back on.

“Ready to go?” You ask, straightening out your shirt as you come out of the back room.
Claire nods.

“Where do you live anyway?” You ask.
“Up in ze old part of town” She says. “You know ze big house?”
“The old part of town… you live there? In THAT house?” You ask
“Oui” She says.

“That isn't too far” You say. “Well, not for me”
“Yes, it is… a difficult trip to make” She says.

“See you later Marissa, and thanks Boss” You say. “I’m still on for Thursday, right?”
Boss nods. “Have good night” He says. “Not too good. Don’t want to hear about craziness happening”
“You won’t” You say. Probably.

Your goodbyes done with, you grab the handles on Claire’s wheelchair and head out. Luckily, the weather has been good, and the night is warm and clear.

A good night for a stroll, if you say so yourself.

>[ ] Ask Claire what happened to Alison

>[ ] Ask Claire about herself

>[ ] Ask Claire if she likes it here

>[ ] Other

>>41020378
>[ ] Ask Claire if she likes it here

>>41020378
>[ ] Ask Claire if she likes it here
>Comment on the moon being wonky lately

Late night stroll makes it less awkward to bring up.

>>41020378
>[ ] Ask Claire if she likes it here

>writing

“So how do you like this place?” You ask.
“I’ll admit zat I didn’t like ze idea of moving here” She says. “But it has its own… charms”
“For a second there, I thought you were going to say ‘smells’” You say.
“It has zat too” She says. “Where does zat come from?”

“The city to the north of us has a pretty big patch of farmland” You say. “Spring time comes, they spread shi-… manure everywhere”
“It is… pungent” She says.
“It’ll pass” You say. “How does it stack up to your home?”
“It’s a different culture ‘ere” She says. “Even ze… racial differences are staggering”
“I know what you mean” You say. “And I’m probably part of the racial differences”

“Yes… my hometown was razer… white” She says.
“Well, this is what it’s like to live next to the airport” You say. “The immigrants come in on the plane and say ‘that house there, that one looks good’”
Claire giggles. “you ‘ave interesting opinions” She says.
“You should talk to my boss sometime” You say.
She giggles again, but stays quiet.

You walk in silence for a while, until you hit a point where you turn; and the moon comes into view.

>[ ] Beautiful isn't it?

>[ ] Talk about a different thing

>[ ] Other

>>41020769
>[ ] Other
"So why the move? If you dont mind my asking."

>>41020769
>[ ] Beautiful isn't it?

>>41020769
>[ ] Beautiful isn't it?
>Did you get Rayleigh Scattering back home?

>writing

“So why the move?” You ask.
“Family differences” She says. “My papa was hoping to find a way to resolve them, but when ‘e failed we had to move”
“Nothing dangerous, right?” You ask.
“No” She says. “Just… a difference of opinions”

“Am I going to get to meet your dad?” You ask.
“No, probably not” She says. “It’s just the ladies in ze ‘ouse now”
“You sure you should be telling that to a stranger?” You ask.
Claire giggles and leans back to look at you. “You’re not a stranger” She says. “I’d like to think I know you well enough to say that now”
“I guess” You say. “Are we friends?”
“I sink we are” She says. “At least, I’d like to be”

“Me too” You say, turning your eyes up to the moon.

It’s still red. Not the same blood red that it was on Sunday, but it’s still glows an ominous shade.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” You ask.
Claire hums as she thinks. “I don’t sink so” She says.
“No?” You ask.
“I like ze moon better when it sits high in ze sky” She says. “Zere was a balcony in my old home where you could read by its light on a clear night”
“I didn’t think you could do that” You say.
“You could zere” She says. “Zis place is nice… but it won’t beat my ‘ome”
“Few places do” You say.

She turns and smiles. “Well said” She says.
“I’m no poet, but I do try” You say.
Claire giggles in her usual girly manner.

>[1/2]

>>41021128
I saw that!
Did we spaghetti so hard somewhere down the line that we time travelled?

“This is the place, right?” You ask. “I kind of assumed it was this one… I’m not wrong am I?”
“Yes, zis is my ‘ome” She says. “Merci beaucoup, Saif”

Claire’s house sticks out like a damn sore thumb in this neighbourhood. Among all the old, little wartime houses stands her house: a massive, marble monstrosity with huge windows, spotlights illuminating it from the outside, and a decorative wrought iron fence.

You leave her in the driveway for a moment to open the big gate, before wheeling her up the driveway to the front door. It takes some work to get her wheelchair up the front steps, but you manage.

“I can take it from here” She says, knocking softly on her door before turning her chair to face you. “Despite its failings… I had fun tonight”
“Me too” You say.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asks.
“Of course” You say.
“Goodnight, Saif” She says.
“Right back atcha” You say, turning and walking back down the driveway.

You walk briskly down to the front gate, hurrying so as to not have to interact with whoever opens the door.

Mostly because it could be Julia, and you don’t feel like getting the evil eye.

You check your watch as you head down the street in the direction of your apartment. It’s 11:40. The Arena will be open in 10 minutes…

>[ ] Try to make it home

>[ ] Find somewhere you might be able to enter it from

>[ ] Other

>>41021392
>>[ ] Try to make it home
If we don't make it, we don't make it. We already filled our one fight a week quota. Always tomorrow.

>>41021392
>[ ] Try to make it home

>>41021392
>[ ] Try to make it home

>writing

You take a deep breath, and start running. You want to make it home before the Arena stops accepting entries.

Sure, you’ve already filled your ‘once per week’ quota. But it still depends on The Scholar.

You gambled last night on whether they wanted to be an ally. They didn’t let you down. But now, if the Scholar goes in and you don’t, that alliance is toast. Or it might not be. Hell, it could not have been a thing in the first place.

You really need to find the time to talk to them…

You make it home in 15 minutes, and check your phone in the elevator.

[Arena]>The Smith will be entering the Arena
[Arena]>The Creator will be entering the Arena
[Arena]>The Butcher will be entering the Arena
[Arena]>The Traitor will be entering the Arena
[Arena]>The Tyrant will be entering the Arena
[Arena]>The Traveller will be entering the Arena
[Arena]>The Berserker will be entering the Arena

No sign of The Scholar yet, but that could still cha-

[Arena]>The Scholar will be entering the Arena

Fuck.

>Go in?

>[Y/N]

>>41021837
Fuck
>Y

>>41021837
>Y

Looks like we have to do this now that Scholar is in. Maybe we can get more goodwil with traitor as well.

>>41021837
>Y

>>41021837
>>Y

>>41021837
Interesting note, the witch and crew aren't joining in tonight.

>>41021837
Y

>writing

Damn it Scholar. It’s like they know how tired you are…

[Arena]>The Guardian will be entering the Arena

But nevertheless, you owe them for last time. Unless that was a fluke… Either way, they helped you out.

The Traitor also helped you out. Unless that was also a fluke, and they were using you to off the Builder…

You should stop thinking about this. All you need to know is that there are a few people that aren’t directly hostile to you. And that’s all you need to know.

Though there are a few that ARE directly hostile to you. Like The Butcher. And Stonehand. Both of whom are going to be there tonight…

You should stop thinking about this.
You can instead think about the fact that you didn’t make it home to feed your cat or your goddess. They’re probably both pissed…

You get off the elevator and head to your room. Inside, you find that the dishes have been done, the place is cleaner than when you left it, and it smells delicious…

You walk over to the table and find a container of something… it looks like leftovers. On it is a note reading: ‘I told you I could take care of myself’…

Well, you’ll be damned. You walk into the living room to find her laying spread out on the couch, with Moriarty resting on her chest…

>[ ] Wake her up

>[ ] Let her sleep

>>41022377
>>[ ] Wake her up
Tell her whats up, then put on damn long sleeved shirt and or hoodie.

>>41022377
>[ ] Let her sleep

>>41022377
>>[ ] Wake her up
Get something with sleeves, tape a ruler to the arm if necessary and maybe try to find another weapon.

>>41022377
>[ ] Let her sleep
We should find a weapon quickly! Any improv one will work.

>>41022377
>[ ] Wake her up

Because if we didn't get to sleep, neither does she. And we can tell her to use her own damn bed

>writing

You grab her shoulder and give her a shake. “Kyla” You say.
“Mmmmmmmm-mmmmmm?” She mumbles. “What’s up?”
“I’m going into the Arena tonight” You say. “Thought I should let you know”
“Again?” She asks. “I didn’t think you’d go in again after last time”
“Scholar’s doing the same thing I did” You say. “Can’t miss this, it could cost me an ally”

“I see” She says. “I should te-“ She breaks off and yawns “-tell you a few things first”

You start looking for a new weapon “Like what?” You ask.
“First, you can stop looking for a new weapon” She says. “The chain is a part of your outfit now, it’ll be there when you go in”
“And second?” You ask.
“I made some anti-Butcher modifications to your outfit” She says.

“I thought you needed my phone for that” You say.
“No” She says. “The App is on your computer too”

“Oh… care to tell me what they were?” You ask.
“Look at the time” She says.

You turn to look at a clock, and in a flash the room is painted in red.

“I guess not” You say.

You examine your new outfit. She didn’t just modify it, it’s completely different!

Black pants, white button up shirt, black vest, black… tie…

Are you dressed up like Shizuo?
You reach into your pockets and pull out a pair of black gloves. Yeah, she dressed you up like Shizuo…

You’re going to have to talk to this girl about her priorities… Later.
Right now, it’s time to fight and hopefully not die…

That's all for tonight!

Calling it here because I'd like to spend more time on the Arena than I did last time.

Next thread will be tomorrow, hopefully starting earlier than this one did.

As always I'll be sticking around for questions/suggestions!

>>41022792
We'll be entering the arena in all glory, yelling ''STOOOONE HAAAAAAND!!!''

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>>41022792
Thats really not a bad look Saif. Its actually pretty damn good.

Thanks for the run Smiley

>>41022792
Thanks for running, man.

>>41022792
we need to enter the arena in a different cosplay every time now

>>41022761
>>41022827
that's GREAT.