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>>317290

>A. Call up Fiona Graves and accept her offer; You want to work for The Southtown Wrestling Federation.

>B. Call up that gym the "Lucha-Driver" gave you a card for; You want to be able to walk in and get to it when you heal your legs.

>C. Leave a message for Kazahaya outlining when you'd like to head back to your cabin to help move in to his place for the long-haul.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a date or something; He seemed... Intriguing last night.

>>317301

4chan eating my tripcode now? The hell is this?

>>317301

>B. Call up that gym the "Lucha-Driver" gave you a card for; You want to be able to walk in and get to it when you heal your legs.

>>317301
>B. Call up that gym the "Lucha-Driver" gave you a card for; You want to be able to walk in and get to it when you heal your legs.

>>317320
>>317325

Though your legs are still just a touch too cramped to really think about training today, you call up the gym that card Kazahaya's "Ace Driver" from last night slipped you. You're not the type to show up to a gym ready to go for a work-out, only to sit through filling out a million goddamn forms before you can even so much as sit on a machine or grab a set of free weights off the rack. Not only that, but you've read good things about the place from a thread on FightChan's /fit/ board and Fiona Graves apparently works there...

You roll your eyes at that last thought and get an answering machine explaining that while the gym itself is open 24 hours for current members, new or renewing members need to call back at 9 AM when the staff arrives. You check the clock, stretch your neck and hang up before doing a series of languid stretches, your body fighting you every step of the way on each movement.

"Christ on a bike, I do need to take it easy today..."

Even though the pain is a bit much for you to take, you finish up the first part of your warm-up stretches and call the gym back when you check the clock on your phone.

"Bodyworks Gym. Can I help you?" the girl's voice on the other end asks.

"Yeah, I was interested in joining your gym today."

"Awesome! What time where you going to schedule an appointment?"

You take another look at the time and ask "About as soon as possible, but I'd like some directions if that's OK."

"Not a problem... Where are you at right now?"

You take a moment to try and remember what this place is called, but the name of it escapes you, so you reply "Err... Hang on, I'll call you back."

You flip on the one of the google apps you've got on your phone, find that you're in the "Bay Area" of South Town (And just a stone's throw away from The Kyokugen Dojo as well as Dave's Garage, "Advanced Vehicle Systems") and call her back with the info. You listen to the girl give directions at a rapid-fire clip, your hands tying to catch up and write it all down. Judging on how many interchanges and turns, it's either right in the middle of nowhere... Or it's almost out to where the "Cafe de Paradiso" is.

"Thanks... I'm on my way."

~~~

Around 2 hours of traffic, getting lost and stopping for gas later, you finally arrive at a small building tucked in behind a liquor store and a goddamn Footlocker. "Bodyworks Gymnasium... Hope it looks better on the inside."

>(Cont...)

>>317433

Your thoughts of finding an oasis in the middle of the desert prove to be far-fetched, because at first glance the place looks like you installed a bunch of mirrors and old gym equipment in an over-sized garage compared to the clean (If-Dated) look of your your old gym. "Is this really the right place...?"

"Hello! I take it you're the one who called in earlier?" the girl at the counter asks, snapping you back into focus.

"Yeah... I'm Katja, nice to meet you."

You feel kind of unnerved looking at the girl behind the counter. Maybe it's the red hair that covers her eyes? Whatever, her voice maybe sweet but there's that kind of "Cold" feeling Gabriel gave you a glimpse of last night as she gets up out of her chair and shows you around. "I know, it's nor much to look at... But all of our equipment is safe and more than strong enough to fit any kind of workout."

You nod, "Sherri" (You think her name tag spells that, because who the fuck would call themselves "Shermie?") leading you under a low-ish beam that opens up into a room full of exercise bikes, treadmills & TVs mounted on the walls, some guys watching some Soccer match in Spanish.

>A. "Where can I sign?"

>B. Inspect the machines just to be 100% sure "Sherri" isn't trying to pull a fast one one you. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Read that "Ten Gym Commandments" sign near the back for a laugh.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>317472

>C. Read that "Ten Gym Commandments" sign near the back for a laugh.
Ah shit, Shermie's back!

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>>317472
>C. Read that "Ten Gym Commandments" sign near the back for a laugh.
Best girl is here? Oh yeah.

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>>317494
Seems that way.
>>317478

While the equipment isn't the latest and greatest, it seems to be made of strong stuff because you hop an open bike and start to pedal away for a minute or two and really feel the resistance of the pedals.

"Where did you hear about us, by the way?" "Sherri" asks.

"Somebody online was talking about how cool this place was, especially the staff. Then somebody who goes here slipped me a card while I was out last night" you explain before hopping off the bike, a large sign hanging on the wall in the very back of the gym catching your eye.

"Really? Who was it?" "Sherri" asks while following you to the sign as you study it intently:

===

THE TEN GYM COMMANDMENTS

Gym etiquette #1: If you use the free weights, PUT THEM BACK. Your mom doesn’t work here.

Gym etiquette #2: ASK to work in. Do not just jump on equipment, especially if a there’s a water bottle, bag, phone, towel, keys or person anywhere near the item you wish to use. Someone could be super-setting. It’s RUDE to do so without asking first.

Gym etiquette #3: Do not SIT on equipment between sets. Do not sit on equipment while on your phone. Get the fuck outta here with that shit. It’s not your personal office chair.

Gym etiquette #4: Do not lift dumbbells AT THE RACK, thus blocking everyone else. Common fucking sense. Step back. Way back.

Gym etiquette #5: Try to avoid working out directly in front of someone who is already using the mirror. It’s called checking form. Form 'mirin is more important than weight when working out. (It’s not what you lift/do, it’s HOW you lift/do it.)

Gym etiquette #6: Did I mention re-racking your weights? Oh, I did. Well, fucking DO IT. This means YOU, Leg Press Guy Who Leaves Plates Fully Loaded And Then Just Walks Away.

Gym etiquette #7: Too much cologne, perfume…cigarettes…just don’t fucking STINK. Being on a packed treadmill section near you is absolutely nauseating. It can also be quite dangerous for those who have breathing issues and trigger asthma attacks.

Gym etiquette #8: Wipe down equipment consciously. WOMEN DO NOT WANT TO SIT ON WET FUCKING SEATS FULL OF CHEMICALS! Stick to wiping handles and sweaty backs. Don’t wipe it and leave it wet for the next person to sit on. Fucking ick.

Gym etiquette #9: Do not judge others’ workouts. They could be working around an injury, disability or simply doing the best they can.

Gym etiquette #10: Do not judge fit people as vain – or heavy people as lazy. We are all in there for the same reason. Everyone wants to get healthier, better ourselves and have a nice, hard stomach and ass. Probably not in that order.

===

"One our managers wrote this up on New Year's Eve, at our office party. She was insistent that new members should read it, but.. What do you think?"

>>317560

>A. "I think I've found my new gym. Where can I sign?

>B. "Seems a bit much, ain' it?"

>C. "The old gym I used to go to had something like this up, but then it kind of disappeared one day..."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>317560
>A. "I think I've found my new gym. Where can I sign?

>>317568

>A. "I think I've found my new gym. Where can I sign?

That list needs to be posted on /fit/.

>>317568
>>B. "Seems a bit much, ain' it?"

>>317571
>>317573

"Well, I think I've found my new gym. Where can I sign-up?" you reply, flabbergasted after reading that and getting reminded of a more "Family-Friendly" sign that was up at your old gym for a while.

"Wonderful!" "Sherri" ("Hang on, that tag name DOES say "Shermie"...") exclaims. "Well, It's our gym's policy to let you have one free trial work-out... Which you can collect on now, if you want."

"Nah, no thanks. I'm pretty beat-up" you admit, then start filling out a bunch of "Sign here, here & here" forms. It goes by quickly enough though as you hand the last form back to Shemie with the money needed to start up your membership. "I kind of wanted to get all of this stuff out of the way, so that when I'm ready I can just walk in and work out."

"I understand" "Shermie" says, a slight accent to her voice now ("French? maybe"). "And this should do it" she adds, getting out a stamp to mark the papers with before checking out some big pretty-boy with grey hair doing bench-presses.

"Nice... Not a fan of the grey hair, but he's tasty." "Thanks, I'll keep in touch" you tell her before heading out of the gym and back out to your car... And now that you think about it, there was somebody in the gym that looked like an older "Tsunami Tsuyako" doing press curls and glared at your every step back up to the front desk...

"Fuck it, whoever that was can wait, because I'm not in the mood to deal with that today" You look at the time and feel your stomach churn a little, the heat in the day rising and sweat starting to form around your body.

>A. Head back to your Cabin, begin to pack up your stuff, then call up Kazahaya and get one of his minions to help you move it back to the penthouse.

>B. Call up Fiona Graves and tell her you want to be a wrestler for 3 months.

>C. Food. Need Food. Now.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a date or something.

>>317681
>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a date or something.
Free food and fudge?

>>317681
>C. Food. Need Food. Now.

>>317681

>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a date or something.

And here we go down the rabbit hole.

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Had a bathroom break. Sorry for the delay.

>>317687
>>317690

As much as it burns you up to be a slave to your appetite, you can't really function on an empty stomach. It's something that you've had to deal with when training with Tatsuya-Sensei, but now it's just an annoyance.

"Hmm... What's around here that I like?" you ask yourself in your mind while looking up stuff on your phone. Unfortunately, none of the places your phone finds that are relatively nearby "Bodyworks Gym" interest you and you take a moment to think about what to do... When you notice one of the business cards you had gotten last night fell out of your pocket and is resting neatly on your Porsche's gear shifter.

You look back at the sinister, black card that Jean-Claude Gabriel ("If that's even his real name.") had the balls to wedge between your breasts last night at "King's Court", getting another chill down your spine when you think about how your "Buzz" vanished with a slight tap on your shoulders from his fingers... Who knows? You've done more for Kazahaya for a free meal... Well, nothing sexual at least.

"Fuck it, food's food" you tell yourself as you dial jJean's number, not quite sure what to expect as you start up your car. After quite a long wait, somebody answers with a simple "Hello?"

"Is this Jean?"

"Speaking."

"Hey... I never really introduced myself, but my name is Katja and we met at this club last night; "King's Court"?" you ask.

There's a pause and what almost sounds like a "Hmmm..." on the other end before Jean replies "Oh yes, "The Gentle Story-Teller... How have you been?"

"Could be better, could be worse" you tell him. "I was kind of wondering if you'd like to get some lunch or something?"

"That sounds wonderful."

"Great... Where are you right now?"

"East Island, near the lake next to "Karuta" " Jean replies.

"What's he doing in the old "Howard Arena"..." "Oh? I'm like on the other side of town, between the outskirts of Central City & Port Town."

"I see... Chinese food at "The Rising Dragon" OK then?"

"That's the noodle shop down by the arcade I go to... Nice." "Yeah, sounds fine" you reply, hoping against hope that your stomach doesn't start making embarrassing sounds.

"Cool... I'll be waiting for you" Jean says before hanging up.

You let out a sigh, grab a make-up kit you keep in your car for this kind of thing and quickly slap some mascara and lipstick on befoe driving off, your MP3 once again flipping on without you touching it and playing a song you forgot you had on it:

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXE_n2q08Yw

"Is it an omen?"

>(Cont...)

>>317841

~~~

The drive to the noodle shop near your favorite arcade ("Live the Dream") in Chinatown goes smoothly enough, though it doesn't help to allay your fears that this little semi-date might not be all that pleasant. The little name-drop about an old fighter's hang-out Jean had been at doesn't help, but then again he didn't look like a traditional fighter when you saw him in the neon-lit darkness of "King's Court" last night...

"No adventure, nothing gained" you think as you roll up to the curb just outside of "The Rising Dragon", a band-new "Executive Jet" sedan that looks like an electric shaver parked in front of you. You hop out, lock everything up and even go so far as to unhook your steering wheel (You know for a fact that before greeting Jean-Claude Gabriel standing at the corner, his coat blowing in the wind.

"How the bloody fuck can he stand to wear that big old thing in this heat?"

"Nice car" he says.

"Yeah, it was my dad's" you reply. "Shall we?"

He nods and the two of you walk inside, a server sending you to the best seat in the house with a pair of menus. "Must be a new mover and shaker... Kaz doesn't even get this seat when I would be with him."

"Have you been here before?" Jean asks as you take a sip of a glass of ice-water, then notice he's carrying something in a long, rectangular case.

"Oh yeah, I used to go here all the time. Everything's good."

"Do you mind if I order for you, then?"

>A. "Nah, it ain't a problem."

>B. "I'd like to order for myself please."

>C. Try to make a non-committal face, then ask "What's in the case?" (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>317911

>C. Try to make a non-committal face, then ask "What's in the case?" (Roll 1d20)

>>317911
>>B. "I'd like to order for myself please."

>>317911
>B. "I'd like to order for myself please."

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Captcha is being a pain the ass today for me Anons. I again apologize for the delayed post.

>>317933
>>317956

"I'd like to order for myself please."

Jean shrugs, then motions for a waiter to take his order. "I'll have the Shrimp Lo Mein. And you Katja?".

"The Radish and Sesame Soy Noodle Salad for me, thanks."

You take a sip of your water, the heat really getting to you even in the noodle shop and Jean seems to pick up on it too, taking out what looks like some kind of lace doily with an insignia on it to dip in his glass of water and wipe across his head.

"Goodness, it's gotten hot hasn't it?" he asks with a huff and a smile.

"Southtown usually only has two seasons: 'Instant Summer' or 'Nuclear Winter' " you say with a chuckle. "I just wish I dressed for it... Jeans aren't exactly nice for the summertime, you know?"

Jean nods. "And yet, they deny global warming exists..."

He lets the implied absurdity of that statement linger for a touch too long, almost like he's trying to goad you into talking politics, but drops it.

"So... Are you a local, or?"

"No, I travel from here and there... Though, I guess I have settled in South Town" Jean admits. "I haven't really gone anywhere in a while?"

"Employed, or?"

"No, not really... Not yet, at least." Jean pauses, take a big sip of his water. "I don't want to sound like a pretentious person, but try to see the world for all it's beauty and ugliness and I always felt that money is something that's inherently ugly."

"Deep... I like deep." "It's not so much about the actual money itself being ugly, but more about what you can do with it, yeah? And how there are people out there that use it for ugly things."

Jean nods in agreement and gets out a "That's true" as your food arrives.

You nod, say a quick little silent prayer and dig in, Jean eyeing his food with the kind of scrutiny you usually see Kazahaya pay people to have ("Poisoned food is nothing to fuck around with", he told you).

>A. "You think that shrimp's going to bite you back, or what?"

>B. See if you can hold a "Steady Silence" with him while you eat. (Roll 1d20)

>C. "What's in the case by your side?"

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>318122

>A. "You think that shrimp's going to bite you back, or what?"

>>318122
>A. "You think that shrimp's going to bite you back, or what?"
With a wink.

>>318131
>>318151

The mood seems to be darkening a little as Jean goes over his meal with a fine-tooth comb. "Hope he laughs." "You think that shrimp's going to bite you back, or what?" you ask with a wink.

Jean looks up and almost looks like he blushes a little. "Oh? I'm sorry, it's just an old habit" he replies before finally taking a bite.

"It's alright. I know how picky eaters act; I used to be one myself."

"Part of it is I was training to be a chef and I still have the kind of "Chef's eye" when it comes to food" Jean explains in between bites.

"Really?"

Jean nods. "Went to Le Cordon Bleu and everything... I can't tell you why I dropped out though."

From how he lingers on those words, you hod your tongue and instead use it to taste your food, the radishes and sesame seeds making for a different kind of flavor than what you're used to. "Not too bad though..."

"I hate to ask, but what do you happen to do, Katja?" Jean asks.

The more you sit with this guy, the more you can't seem to pinpoint what's wrong with him, or if there's anything wrong with him at all... Yet, you feel kind of nervous talking about yourself to him. "I'm a manager at a Cafe" you quickly reply, adding "But, I'm not particularly happy with what I do..."

"A dead-end job?"

You nod. "It pays alright, but there's so much wrong with the place in how it's run and the clientele can be such a pain at times... I'dunno, it's easy work but I keep thinking that it's not going to get any better unless new owners come in."

"You know, that's what I felt when I walked off the job of this one little bistro I was working at in Paris. I still don't regret it."

"Yeah, I hear you..." you let out, then hear a cellphone that's not yours go off.

Jean looks down to his lap, then wipes his mouth and tells you "I'm so terribly sorry, but I have to take this call" before excusing himself and going to the bathroom.

>A. Stay and talk with him until your meals are done; He's OK to be around.

>B. Make up an excuse to leave; If you can't be completely open with him, you can't date him. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Ask him if he's into fighting or whatever when he gets back, specifically looking for an explanation as to why he was at "Howard Arena".

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>318313

>C. Ask him if he's into fighting or whatever when he gets back, specifically looking for an explanation as to why he was at "Howard Arena".

That's a stage from the Fatal Fury games, right?

>>318313
>C. Ask him if he's into fighting or whatever when he gets back, specifically looking for an explanation as to why he was at "Howard Arena".

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>>318337

Sorry Y'all, but I'm going to going to have to call this a day far, far earlier than I wanted because the internet has shut down across my town... Updates will resume tomorrow at 10 AM PST/1 PM EST unless otherwise noted.

>>318425

Fuck dude, the curse is strong with you... Thanks for running and see you tomorrow.

>>318425
Thanks for running. Hope your internet gets better.

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>>318434

I totally forgot I had to brave the DMV in a town away from mine early this morning, so on top of limited internet access I have nothing but apologies for being late. Updates are on the way shortly though...

>Pic Related: MFW at the DMV

>>320887
It's all good.

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Captcha is still being a complete bitch to me today, so the session's updates will be up as soon as possible rather than 20 minutes at a time.

>>318425
>>318337
>>318333
>>318313

>Updates Resume

You fitfully toy with your "Salad" while waiting for your "Date", Jean-Claude Gabriel, to come back from the bathroom. You shrug and let out a sigh, not really knowing if you should just leave when he gets back or not because on one hand, he seems like a nice enough guy... "Deep" in how he talks and what he talks about, maybe, but he has a kind of "World-Weary, Cultured Traveler"-thing going for him and that's attractive. On the other hand, there's just something that you can't quite touch that's making you unable to really open up to him about yourself. Is it Embarrassment? Fear?

"Fuck it, I'm almost done with my meal... I'll finish it up and see what he was doing down by Howard Arena." After what feels like an eternity, Jean emerges from the bathroom and puts his phone away.

"I'm so sorry about that. A friend of mine wanted some advice and I had to kind of dress him down a little" Jean explains as he takes his seat back at your table.

"Hey, it's no problem" you reply, your eyes still glancing a little bit at the case he brought with him that's sitting just underneath the table. "But I was wondering: What were what were doing out by the, what's it called now, Karuta?"

Jean shrugs. "Training. Why else would I be there?"

"Interesting... He doesn't look like the fighting type." "I was just wondering because I've heard that's an old hang-out for street fighters and such and, no offense, but you don't seem to fit the profile for one."

"Well, you're half-right; I'm really not that much interested in Street Fighting" Jean replies, then takes that case and puts it on the table in between the two of your meals and opens it up. "Though, when I do fight, I prefer to use this."

"He's a fencer...? That's different." "Fencing, eh?"

"Well, it's just a part of my training..." Jean admits before snapping the case shut. "I really want to compete in the Modern Pentathlon at The Olympics."

"What the fuck is that? Better act like I know what he's talking about." "Really?"

Jean nods. "I always felt that it was the most gentlemanly pursuit of the modern games... So, I took up Fencing & Marksmanship to go along with my natural love of Horseback Riding, Swimming and Running."

>A. "So you're a real blue-blood, huh?"

>B. "Hey, everybody has their passion. Mine was Judo for the longest time."

>C. "How many bad jokes do you get when you tell people it's what you want to do? Because honestly, I've never heard of it."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>321105
>A. "So you're a real blue-blood, huh?"
>B. "Hey, everybody has their passion. Mine was Judo for the longest time."

>>321123

"So you're a real blue-blood, huh?"

Jean nods, but looks kind of pensive after your remark. "Money and security to do whatever you want with your life is nice, but it's not all what it's cracked up to be... I've had to endure a lot to become the man I am today."

"Hey, I'm not judging you about your Olympic dreams or anything. Everybody has their passion; Mine was Judo for the longest time."

"Really...?"

"I as big into it when I was a kid to help with self-defense, but by college it kind of lost it's luster to me..." you admit. "That's when I started taking Karate classes."

Jean makes a face that seems to convey a "Seems logical enough" expression while he's finishing up his meal, then saying "That wasn't bad at all..." to himself.

"Probably his inner chef" you think, then quietly take a few more bites and push your plate away from you. "Man that was filling."

"Eh, just wait about an hour and you'll want more" Jean jokes, but seems to get kind of a serious look on his face when he asks "Do you fight, Katja?"

"Not gonna lie on this one. Let's see where he goes with it..." "Yeah... I can't help it, mate. I've tried a couple of times to stop and all, but it's something deep down inside me, like with you and the Pentathlon."

"I know the feeling... When I was a kid, I didn't really have any kind of hopes or dreams; I lived in a big old mansion in Canada, went to private schools, dealt with stuffy old codgers of all shapes and sizes... But when I hit puberty, I found some kind of spark, a desire to achieve and I went and won something like..." Jean pauses, taking a bit of a moment to do some math using his fingers. "Ah, never mind."

"No, what is it?"

"Nothing..." Jean replies, the word lingering in your ear before he clears his throat. "So, would you care for dessert?"

"I don't think this place has anything really sweet enough for that... Nah, he ain't serious, is he?"

>A. "Sure."

>B. "No thanks. I'm just not that much of a sweets person."

>C. "I'll have to take a rain check on that one mate."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E Blush and Make up an excuse to leave this guy; He's creeping you out enough that a second date is out of the question (Roll 1d20 and submit dialogue with this vote)

>>321286
>A. "Sure."

>>321286
>>A. "Sure."

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>>321289
>>321308

"Yeah, sure... But, I didn't know they served any kind of desserts here."

"Well... They don' actually. But there's an ice cream shop I know that's just around the corner..." Jean explains, trying to sound kind of "Suave" (Or his idea of "Suave").

"And here he goes, tryin' to make moves on me already... I got to see how far he can blow this up." "Sounds good. Just let me touch up a couple of things and I'll be right out."

With that, you grab your purse and make-up bag, then make a bee-line for the restroom, taking your sweet time to fix a couple of blemishes on your mascara and lipstick before finding Gabriel had already paid for the meal and was waiting for you out by the front entrance.

"Sorry about that. I should've put on some of the stuff I had at home, because it actually lasts long" you fib as he grabs his coat and takes your arm.

"Not a problem. I've had to wait longer for less" he replies as the two of you start to take a walk, but stop at the long, black "Electric Shaver" that parked ahead of your car. "I just need to tell my driver that we'll be right around the corner" he tells you almost as an after-thought.

"Fuckin' A, my MP3 player knows what's up" you think as Jean talks to some guy that looks like a 19th-century banker before turning around and beckoning you to walk with him. "Well hell, I didn't know that was your car."

"I used to have a pretty good collection of automobiles, but had to give them up after a while... It became too much to properly care for them all for how little I would actually drive" Jean says, idly trying to be nonchalant.

"Wellp, I've hit the fucking jackpot. Hope he's nice in bed." "Yeah... I couldn't imagine the kind of work that would go into something like that when I'm barely keeping what have in pristine shape..."

"Well, it was your father's car, wasn't it? It must mean a lot to you."

"Yeah, it does. That's why I haven't really tried to do any modifications to it or anything outside of newer tires" you admit as the two of you round the corner and walk into a building you had passed many times before, but never knew it was an ice cream shop. before stepping inside.

"Do you diet much? Or have any food allergies?" Jean asks as the two of you look at the wares behind a lit, curved glass counter-top.

"Nah, I can practically eat anything as long as it's cooked and seasoned right" you tell him, a couple of the flavors jumping out at you but nothing that interesting. Ultimately, you go for a scoop of "Chocolate Moose" ("Kind of looks like a "Rocky Road" variant") while Jean has something with fruit in it and sits you down near the biggest window in the place.

"What do you want to do with your life, Katja?" he asks.

>A. "I want to be The King of Fighters."

>B. "Live without regret, I guess."

>C. "I'dunno... I'm an "In-the-Now" kind of gal, you know?"

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>321483
>B. "Live without regret, I guess."
>D. "I know this sounds shallow but being a world famous fighter wouldn't be too bad."

>>321498
seconded

Seriously, fuck this captcha today.

>>321498
>>321747

"Holy shit, he just threw that out there huh?" You take a pause, mostly to try out your ice cream but also to ponder what you want in your life. "This guys knows his food, holy shit." "Live without regret, I guess... And I know this sounds shallow, but being a world famous fighter wouldn't be too bad."

Jean nods, but seems to take a second to look around before asking you "I take it you know of "The King of Fighters" tournament then, yes?" in a lowered voice.

You nod. "Well, I'm not at that level yet, but it's always something I've dreamed of since Judo lost it's appeal... Why do you ask?"

Jean shrugs, then explains "Well, I'm kind of a fan and, no offense, but you have the look of a KOF regular so...?"

"Like I said, I'm getting there... But you should come out to one of the "Real Bout" tournaments sometime; The depth of them changes week by week, but who knows? You might actually like fighting and it's where I go to put all of my skills to good use" you tell him.

He smiles, but admits that "Thanks, but I'm not sure if I could... Aside from having a pretty busy life, I have a medical condition that makes that kind of fighting too dangerous for me to take up" with a hint of sadness in his voice before you hear a buzzing from somewhere, like a phone going off.

"Is that yours?"

"I think so..." Jean sheepishly admits, then takes a look to see who's calling him. The look on his face changes from the kid you've been with for the last hour or so into someone that looks much older and hardened. He puts the phone down, then "I'm horribly sorry, but I have to cut this short... Something very important to me has come up and I have to take care of it, so...? Can we do this again sometime?"

>A. "Yeah. Just give me a ring."

>B. "I'll call you, yeah."

>C. "Jean, you're really sweet but..."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Switch to Jean-Claude Gabriel and find out what's going on; Something's up.

>>321797
>A. "Yeah. Just give me a ring."
"Don't keep me waiting for too long. *wink*"

>>321797
I'd say E but changing characters shouldn't happen
Let's go with A

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Intermittent Internet today Anons. I'll try to rectify this tomorrow.

>>321797
>>321855

"Unemployed my ass, even Kazahaya doesn't take this many calls during a date." "Yeah. Just give me a ring" you reply, then add "Don't keep me waiting for too long" with a wink. Jean smiles, then blows you a kiss with a free hand while grabbing what's left of his ice cream ("Didn't notice he had a cup") before walking out.

"Well... That was something" you think while you snack on your now semi-frozen treat. "I'll have to get to know him better, really talk with him about stuff because it felt like he had something on his mind he wouldn't let himself talk about..." "He's damn cute though... Wonder how old he really is? Because the face he used when got that call..."

Part of you then idly wonders how many calories are going straight to your thighs as you finish up your ice cream, but brush it off and take a little walk back to your car, the parking meter almost about to run out. "Lucky... Nothing but good luck for me today, right down to the free meal."

You hop in, check the time (2:34 PM) and drive up to the first stoplight, not quite sure what to do with the rest of your all-too-rare free day, the heat incessantly blaring down on you and your car's all-black leather interior...

>A. Head back up to your cabin, start packing up your stuff and call up Kazahaya to get one his homies to help you move.

>B. Go shopping at the "Real Bout" store for some new fighting gear; The stuff you're using now is starting to get old and stink up something fierce.

>C. Take a drive out to the beach, or up to that park near your house maybe? Seize the day.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Arcade time? Arcade time. Besides, it's right down the street.

>>322076
>B. Go shopping at the "Real Bout" store for some new fighting gear; The stuff you're using now is starting to get old and stink up something fierce.
If we have time, move our stuff afterwards.

>>322076
B
Let's get some new stuff

>>322091

You drive over to East Island and pull up to the so-called "Happy Park", making good time as you beat the early traffic using side-streets most locals stopped using when the new highway system was built. "OK, let's see what I've got on me..." you think while checking your wallet, a nice stack of "Benjamins" staring back at you... OK, some of that has to go to rent and food, but it's still enough money that you could probably drop around $250 on some new fighting/training gear without feeling bad about it. Besides, the stuff you've been using since you started doing Tatsuya-Sensei's Kyokugen Karate classes ("Rehabilitation", you call it) is starting to stink no matter how many times you wash it...

"OK... Not going to do any more hidden personas for the tournaments, so no wrestling wear for now" you think while looking around the "Real Bout" Fighting Gear store, half-amused and half-shocked at how awkward a lot of the stuff on sale looks to your eyes. "Did I walk into the right store? Because I wouldn't wear half of this shit in the bedroom for my man, let alone fight in it."

"You need anything?" you hear somebody up from the counter ask you.

"Nah, I'll just browse for a bit" you reply, then get to the "Accessories" section, looking over some gloves & shoes that actually look like stuff you would wear, albeit in colors that aren't in your usual "Range". "OK, I like those... Fingerless is nice. Good boots too... But Lime Green? Really?"

Just as you're thinking about who would wear some of the of the eccentric-looking designs, a young guy ("? Trap Radar intensifying") hugging what looks like a giant jug of Sake on his hip taking a look at the sandals part of the footwear section.

"I must be out of the loop, because holy fuck he looks like he just stepped out of a JRPG" you think as the "Sake Kid" ("Hang on, that's a fucking pillow, what the shit?") falls over himself and crashes down onto the floor, fast asleep...

Your eyes widen a little, then you get back to thinking about how you want to present yourself to the masses of the next "Friday Night Real Bout" tournament...

>A. Go for a "Flashy" look with lots of patterns and distracting designs.

>B. Go for a "Practical" look that's not too far removed from what you'd use in a "Real" street fight.

>C. Go for a "Sexy" look that emphasizes your...? (Suggest an attribute) to stick to the mad-jelly feminists.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Come back another day when they've got a better selection, because nothing is really "Grabbing" you today.

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>>322257

Forgot to include >>322179 and an image.

>>322257
>>C. Go for a "Sexy" look that emphasizes your...? (Thighs) to stick to the mad-jelly feminists.

>>322257
>C. Go for a "Sexy" look that emphasizes your...? (butt) to stick to the mad-jelly feminists.
Maybe a bit practical so it won't tear so easily.

>>322257
C
The sexier the more popular, the more popular the fatter the paychecks

>>322341
You must pick which body part to emphasize.

>>322368
Ass, no better option

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>>322301
>>322312
>>322341

You take a breath, then head over to the more "Sexy" options Real Bout is packing, going past a bunch of "Practically Bondage Gear" outfits that, while undeniably "Sexy", feel kind of contrived to your tastes. You browse the racks, thinking "Would Mai Shiranui have the guts to wear this in a KOF?" with each ridiculous design. Soon enough, you find a bunch of different stuff to mix and match, looking at outfits that emphasize your pert, almost-plump ass just to stick to that Cassandra chick from your old gym as well as any "Feminist" that wants to try and tear you down when all you want to do is flaunt the gifts you've been given and the body you've sweated blood & tears to achieve.

"Not bad, not bad... All of this fetishy stuff is pretty expensive for what it is though, so I can only pick up one right now... you think as you try outfit after outfit on in the spacious changing room in the back of the store, a near-full length mirror giving you a great look at how your frame fills out each choice. "Got to think how I'll look in a KOF with one of these too, so i can't get TOO extreme... Until I win one. THEN I can get away with a Bikini and some belts and trinkets to "Cover-Up" a little..."

>Please specify colors with Options A-E

>A. One-Piece Leotard with a Thong back and thigh-high boots.

>B. Midriff-bearing sports bra and Tights.

>C. One-Piece, Motorcycle leathers-like Jumpsuit with cut-outs around the thighs and arms with fancy boots./green]

>D. Short-Shorts with a "Crop-Top" & Sneakers.

>E. One-Legged Jeans with a low-cut "Wife-Beater".

>F. Write-In Vote.

>G. Come back another day when they've got a better selection, because nothing is really "Grabbing" you right now.

===

Due to circumstances outside of my control, this is going to be the last vote of today's session. Make it count Anons!

>>322473
>D. Short-Shorts with a "Crop-Top" & Sneakers.
Also, with a jacket, it can be appropriate casual wear.

>>322473
B
We're a sportsy kinda chick, so I think that fits

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>>322499
>>322493

T-T-TIE BREAK TIME! Link your vote back to this post ASAP or else I'm going to have to break out the Coin-Flip...

>>322493
>Midriff-bearing sports bra and Tights
>>322546

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>>322567
>>322499

Some of the designs, once you look at them again, feel like the kind of thing you'd see in a KOF knock-off that's desperate for money and attention; Others, while attractive, just really aren't "You" enough to consider really fighting in them all of them time. Again, you've got to consider that you could end up fighting in the latest King of Fighters tournament (No matter how impossible that sounds) and it may be your only shot at showing who "You" are to the rest of the free world...

"I'll go with the practical stuff this time... I'll leave the SWF to pick a ridiculous outfit for me if I go with them" you think as you grab a Midriff-bearing Sports Bra (In White) and a pair of Black Tights that snugly showed off the curve of your hips as well as your shapely bottom, leaving the rest of your ideas for an outfit in the changing room for somebody else to deal with.

You smirk at the "Pillow Boy" that's still sleeping in the shoes section as well as some raver kid with green hair and headphones trying to wake him up, then get in line behind some chick that looks like she's buying enough clothes to try and be Terry Bogard's biggest fan... "Cute look though."

"Did you find everything you were looking for today?" the guy behind the counter asks, sounding like he'd want to be anywhere else but here.

"Yeah... What's with all of the funky colors though?"

"It's a fad. Raver kids come in and try to get some "AESTHETIC" going, or whatever" he replies.

"Too bad.. And the really crazy cuts'n'stuff?"

"I'dunno, some local company cut a deal to sell them here... I think they're just a bunch of swimsuits with anti-flame solution" he adds before bagging up your stuff.

You pay the man, head back out to your car and take a second to hang around and think over the day so far, your MP3 player almost psychic in your mood ("Learn to be Still" by The Eagles) as it's not quite 5 PM, the sun just starting to set...

>A. Go get some dinner at "The Pao Pao Cafe"; You're starting to feel hungry and you can get something cheap there.

>B. Head back to the hotel and raid Kazahaya's fridge; You're getting hungry and don't feel like eating out again today.[/blue]

>C. Take a drive out to the beach and watch the sun set.

>D. Write-In Vote

===

And that's it for today! Thanks for participating Y'all, and I can guarantee that our MC will get into an actual fight sooner rather than later (As a quest set in the world of "The King of Fighters" probably needs some more action than this IMO).

I'm not 100% sure if I can continue this tomorrow, but if not I'll archive this session on ye olde sup/tg/ and use the option that gets the most votes as the basis for the next KOF: R thread.

Also, the vote IS open, so y'all know what to do...

>>322747
>C. Take a drive out to the beach and watch the sun set.
After a hard day of dating and shopping, we need ot relax.
>>322747
Thanks for running.

>>322747

>C. Take a drive out to the beach and watch the sun set.

Dude! You could have told me you were running again!

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>>322769

No problem. Running this is currently kind of tricky, because my house's wi-fi is down until the 4th of July and the rest of my usual free places around my town are iffy at best.

>>322807

Ah, Goose! Sorry for that, I've been busy.

>>322849
I would continue my quest but this board is deader than dead if you don't have some modicum of drawing skills

so that's why I'm trying to get some drawing skills

>>322747

>C. Take a drive out to the beach and watch the sun set.

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>>322769
>>322807
>>324926

OK, I'm back. KOF Quest: R #8 will resume in around 1 Hour & 15 minutes, with >Option C taking the vote.

I also don't know how long I can run today, so I'll try to get updates out fairly quickly. >Pic Unrelated

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>>324978
>>322747

>Updates Resume

There's just something about the sound of the calm waves of the ocean crashing down onto the sand that calms you down and puts things into focus, almost as much as being out in the wilderness of your property up north of South Town's city limits. So, for the second time in almost two weeks you take a short drive to "Sound Beach", sitting down on a bench just overlooking the beach itself to watch the sun set.

"The penthouse would've been alright, but nothing can beat being on a beach while the sun goes down." You take a sip of an ice-cold water-bottle you paid too much for and smile as the sky looks like it's turning pink. "Work, "Play", Work, "Play"... I'll probably get to Fiona and my stuff tomorrow" you think, trying out your legs as the sun finally sets with a couple of quick stretches. "Tatsuya-Sensei's classes too... I owe him for letting me cut early yesterday."

You stretch a little bit more to test your aches ad pains, then take a walk back to your car, wondering if the day could get better... Unfortunately, it gets a whole lot worse as you freeze dead in your tracks and spot an all-too-familiar white mask sitting in the driver's seat.

"The fuck?" You steady your breathing as you go to inspect the wretched thing (A "Present" from dealing with that "Poltergeist" up in your cabin) and find that yes, it's the same one you tried to punch into a million goddamn pieces and later chucked off the South Town Bridge in the middle of the night; The crack that starts near the left eye and goes all the way to the bottom of the cheek confirms it.

"Not again... What the bloody hell do I have to do to get rid of you?" you hear yourself think out loud, crossing your arms as you look down at it.

>Roll 1d20 for Options A through D

>A. Fling the mask into the Ocean.

>B. Punch it again.

>C. Drive over it with your car.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Wear the mask.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>325262

>B. Punch it again.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>325262
>B. Punch it again.

>>325278
>>325294

You give the mask a glare that could probably stop a rampaging bull in it's tracks, your eyes playing tricks on you as the mask almost seems to frown back at you. You reach your hand out to grab the mask almost like you were sticking it in a piranha tank, then hold it at your side as you

You rotate your arms a little, get a couple creaks and groans out of your shoulders and slowly build Ki up into your extremities. You're going to try and break this thing again with your fist, using a move that Tatsuya taught you as a counter-hit, but in actuality is a watered-down version of Ryo Sakazaki's (in)famous "Tenchi Haou Ken".

"Here goes nothing..." You take five slow, easy, calm breaths, the Ki swirling inside of you reaching a boiling point as you get into the stance Tatsuya's taught you... Then fling the mask up in the air and hurl your fist into it with a loud "OSU!"

"Well shit... At least my hand didn't hurt that time" you think as you see the mask floating down to the ground about five parking spaces down. You head over to grab the mask and note that there's a red line starting to form in the crack that was there, "Almost looks like it's... Bleeding?"

You grab it again, some kind of sticky substance on your fingers that, when you go to taste (In case it actually IS bleeding), almost reminds you of barbecue sauce... "What the fuck are you made out of?" you rhetorically ask the mask, almost expecting an answer like the first time you tried to break it... Bit once more, the face just sort of stares back at you, your eyes again tricking your mind into thinking that it's kind of got a "Sad" expression on it's "Face"...

>A. Take the mask with you, but hit up that Arcade in Chinatown and play some Talladega USA to calm your nerves.

>B. Grab the mask, then go back to the Penthouse and make a thread on FightChan about this, complete with "Timestamped" photos.

>C. Punch the fucking thing again. It needs to be destroyed. (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>325408
>B. Grab the mask, then go back to the Penthouse and make a thread on FightChan about this, complete with "Timestamped" photos.
"Quints say what I do with it."

>>325408

>B. Grab the mask, then go back to the Penthouse and make a thread on FightChan about this, complete with "Timestamped" photos.

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Original update got lost somehow. Sorry for the delay.

>>325414
>>325431

As much as you want to leave this accursed mask behind and get on with living your life, something deep down tells you to take it with you... At the very least, you don't want somebody else to get possessed by it or something, but you've got a plan as you head back to your car and drive back towards the ritzy "Bay Area" side of South Town, Kazahaya's penthouse waiting for you.

"Wonder if I could make a thread on /b/ about this? Like a "Quints say what I do with it" kind of thing?" you think as the door man escorts you up to "Your" place... Then put that thought on hold as your stomach growls, sounding like two big cats fighting in a back alley. So, you raid Kazahaya's 'fridge, take the time to cook up some Chicken Parmigiana and fire up the trusty lap-top to create a thread on FightChan's infamous "Random Randomness" board (Known simply as "/b/").

You ignore the sticky for the moment ("Who the fuck makes a sticky on /b-HOLY SHIT NEW KOF TOURNAMENT!") and start typing up the opening post:

===

Hi /b/. I found this weird mask in the street today. Quints say what I do with it."

===

It takes a bit to take a photo of it with your phone and re-size it so that FightChan can actually post the damn thing, but eventually everything's all set and the thread gets created... With no replies.

"Huh, that new KOF Tournament must have everybody's attention... Better give them some cheesecake" you think, then post an older photo of yourself from when you were playing Tennis in highschool to try and get some attention and kickstart the thread. Again, no takers... Until some fuckhead replies "Wear the Mask" and makes your heart sink.

"Fuck me, HE GOT FUCKING QUINTS?! HOW?!?" The thread finally starts to spring to life with some reaction pics that nearly launch your sides into orbit, but you only feel like you're laughing to try and delay the inevitable...

>A. Make a Webm of you putting on he mask and set it to automatically post in case anything happens (Roll 1d20)

>B. Reply "Mate, this is a bloody cursed mask and you want me to fucking put it on? The fuck is wrong with you?"

>C. Do what the Quints demand. (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>325582

>A. Make a Webm of you putting on he mask and set it to automatically post in case anything happens (Roll 1d20)

"OP Here. I got to save this shit for scientific research."

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>325582
>A. Make a Webm of you putting on he mask and set it to automatically post in case anything happens (Roll 1d20)
"If I get processed and go a rampage. remember me as a badass bitch who fucked ur mum."

>>325610
*on
And change to dad.

>>325616

Why not both for maximum bantz?

>>325623
Yes!

>>325610
And I just saw that I used the wrong word. It should be "possessed."
Why is captcha so shit all this week?!

>>325676

I don't know either.

>>325593
>>325610

You let out a sigh, shaking your head at tempting fate only for it to bite you right in your sweet tush like this, the mask having an almost "Happy" expression as you take a look at it. "Well, that fucker DID get quints... And at least I'm not going to take a bloody nude selfie or something."

You link back to the Anon that got "Quints" and reply:

===

"OP here. I'm going to make a Webm of this, because I got to save this shit for scientific research."

===

You take a photo of yourself with the mask and a timestamp just for good measure and add it to your post. The thread goes nuclear after that, an endless stream of ">TITS OR GTFO" and other ridiculously lewd commands bumping the thread well into the triple-digits.

"Well... Here goes..." You set up the web camera on your lap-top to record what you're about to do, but link back to your last post with:

===

"OP again. Just lettin' everybody ere know that if I get possessed and go a rampage, remember me as a badass bitch who fucked ur mum AND ur dad."

===

With that, you set the camera to "Record", wave to the camera (As /b/ doesn't support Webms with sound to your knowledge), then grab and show off the mask before slipping it over your face...

"OK, so far so good" you think as you have to hold it on your face due to a lack of any kind of straps, your eyes covered in darkness because the mask is completely solid, with no kind slits for the eyes... Then it feels like it's trying to suck down onto your head like an alien from a movie series you like.

Your eyes slowly start to "See" through the mask's eyes, your head pounding and the world spinning as you desperately try to force the mask off of your face, some strange alien language you don't understand speaking sweet nothings into your ears...

>Roll 1d20 to fight The Mask's urges!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>325691

Rolling.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>325691
Oh shit!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>325691

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"Team Jerkass" showed up to try and monopolize my free time. Sorry for the delayed reply.

>>325707
>>325771
>>325816

New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ew_heGDWUtg

"W... What... Why...?" your brain feels like it's blowing fuses left and right as you struggle to rip off the mask, your vision from within the mask reminding you of all of those ">HOLY ACID-TRIP" memes on FightChan from a few years ago.

"I don't... What... Is this?" You're breathing heavy now, visions of a ruined colosseum and some kind of weird Shinto Shrine maiden wrecking shit while floating through the air transitioning into some kind of lab doing experiments on a bunch of "Boys from Brazil" (You couldn't see their faces, but their bodies all look the same), then...

"What the fuck am I...?" you let out a scream of pain as you fall off of the couch. From how you're twisting and contorting your body, it's like feel like you're wrestling yourself to get this thing off of your face before it corrupts your mind, or worse... "Come on... Just a little bit more COME THE FUCK ON!!!"

No memories of your past start to form in your eyes, tears running down your cheeks as you see your Mom die in the hospital again as well as the freak-out you had when you found that she had used the lst of her strength to make your school lunches for the week, the day your dad was reported as missing... "Oh come on, not the fight nights again..."

>"Calm down..."

"Who said that?!" you yell, still struggling to try and get the mask off of your face as a voice not unlike the one you heard from that "Poltergeist" fills your ears.

>"Let the G-mantle guide you..."

"FUCK OFF!" you scream, but almost freeze in your tracks when your vision fills up of a man that looks like Jean-Claude Gabriel sitting behind a hilariously long desk underneath a painting that looks like it came from Hell's private gallery.

"You know what you are? A puppet without strings. An action figure. What kind of Australian looks like you? You're a girl from Antarctica with a head full of sweet lies."

>Keep fighting the influences of the Mask! Roll 1d20; Best of the first three rolls count

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>325889

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>325889

WE NESTS NOW MOTHERFUCKER. Question is, are we K-Dashu? Or Krizalid?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>325889

>>325891
>>325897
>>325906
Why rolls?! ;_;

>>325906

Welp, time to go full murder-hobo.

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>>325891
>>325897
>>325906

New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKDMa5ZGHJ8

Just as you think you've finally got the mask off, it only clamps down harder onto your face and your headache worsens, the strain on your eyes forcing you to close them completely now. "Not like this..."

The voice of someone else fills your head now, your eyes closed but able to "See" a room that looks like the sci-fi hospital from one of your dreams filled with "Girls from Antarctica", some of them resembling your mother (Well, if she were blonde, "Stacked" and "Jacked") and some looking like... "... Me?"

The mask stops applying pressure to your face, but now your mind feels like it's getting fried like an egg on a skillet and you hear yourself let out one final scream of pain before everything goes white... Some time later, you wake up in a pool of sweat, your vision as clear as it ever was and the light from the ceiling lamp irritating you.

"Gah, too bright." You hop up on to your feet and turn it off, the darkness in the room allowing your eyes to "Rest" a little. "Much better..." You feel limber, flexible... Almost like your body could do anything you ever dreamed of wanting it to.

"I'd hate to trash such a nice place, but..." With a devilish grin, you slide down the spiral staircase's banister rail, landing with the kind of crazy pirouette most gymnasts couldn't stick. "OK, the ceiling's high enough... Now, let's boogie!" You fly through the air with an uppercut, a trail of bright electricity following your fist. When you land, you launch yourself forward foot-first, another small trail of electricity forming around your foot. "Shouldn't try a projectile in here... And besides, fighting shadows is boring; I want a real target to sink my teeth into."

You look around and grab a pair of shorts you had on, finding our wallet and... Not recognizing the face that's staring back at you? "Who the fuck is "Katja Hartkern?" you think as you go through your wallet, that same face in all of the photos. "I'm G-Mantle Lady."

>You are now "G-Mantle Lady"

>What do you do? (Write-In)

>>326052
>Molest little girls.

>>326052
>Find some tough guys to fight

>>326052

Go Murcielago on somebody's ass.

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>>326081

Nice Taste.

>>326066
>>326077

So... All of the above? Or what?

>>326100
Murcielago is fine too.

>>326100
Just fighting.

>>326100

Combine the votes like Voltron Weasel.

>>326052
>>326100
Go Murcielago on somebody's ass.

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>>326105
>>326130
>>326081

Going with this and setting up an update ASAP.

>>326140
>>326052

You take out the ID and the photos out of your wallet, throwing them to the ground as you head upstairs and check the closet for something to wear; The fires of competition, of fighting... And of "Something Else" have started to burn in your loins and heaven help the man or woman foolish enough to stop you. "Feh! Nothing but men's suits... Oh well. I'll get something nicer while I'm out."

You slip into a snazzy 3-piece suit and top-hat, grab a cloak-like jacket and adjust it so that it sits on your shoulders, then step out onto this bachelor pad's outside deck and take a look at the city beneath your feet, a limitless amount of possibilities flowing through your mind and the energy of battles big and small going throughout the whole city.

"I think I'm in heaven" your mind tells you as you slowly step to the edge of the high-rise you're on, then hop over the guardrail and run down the side of it. You hop off and land on to the roof of a lower building and start to run like a bat out of hell, the "Cloak" fluttering in the wind before you hop down to a lower building, your body's reaction to a mix of energy guiding you. Soon you're on the streets of South Town, passing by a electronics store with a row of Televisions showing the local news talking about some guy speaking in Russian about how he's "The First KOF Champion" or whatever...

"He looks tough... I'll have to get to Sochi sooner or later and give him a visit." You don't stick around long though; The one you want to see is just down this alleyway...

"Hishouken!" you hear somebody yell, a group of thugs with their pants hanging down around their buttocks flying through the air, one of them landing at your feet.

"I'll take this one" you whisper into his ear before throwing him over your knee and landing an elbow to his stomach in a motion so fast & fluid your brain has to take a second to register that you actually did that.

A short blonde guy with long hair and dressed up like some kind of Ninja eyes you intently, a rather beautiful woman behind him. "Who are you?" he asks.

"Can he be any more of a cliche?" You wordlessly lash out with a "Hien Shippu Kyaku", Blondie blocking the first hit but getting his guard broken on the second. You try to land a Left Hook to his head, but he dodges it and hops to the other side. You block a kick or two as he tries to get an opening, then feel an elbow collide with your chest as your fist hits his face with an electrified uppercut.

"I see... He's got skill. His lady friend is delicious too." "I simply want to play a game with you... Care to oblige?" you ask when you land back down on the ground, energy flowing openly through your extremities now as you take a stance that shows you truly give no fucks about what's going to happen next...

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>>326282

I really hate to end this on a cliff-hanger, but that's the thread everybody! I seriously didn't expect this development to happen so soon, but what can I say? The Dice gods are fickle beings, after all.

I expect to resume this Quest on 7/5/16 at the usual 10 AM PST/1 PM EST/5 PM GMT, but if that changes check my Twitter feed on the top of the page.

>>326287
>>326282

Ah... I wanted more Weasel! Thanks for the thread.

Are we that "Other Katja" that was sighted causing all kinds of spooky shot in your old KOF Quest? Because all of my signs point to "Yes".