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Rolled 2, 16 = 18 (2d20)

>>338441
>B. Use proper spacing, fancy footwork and a solid defense to try and make him look silly in attempting to attack you. (Roll 2d20)

Tsuyoko pic option 1

>>338461

That's the outfit, yeah.

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d20)

>>338441
>>B. Use proper spacing, fancy footwork and a solid defense to try and make him look silly in attempting to attack you. (Roll 2d20)

>>338461
>>338499

>New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IW112GCOGVc

You throw out a "G-Lady Shot" to try and keep Andy on his toes, but he jumps over it and tries to hit you with a kick to head. "Quicker than I expected..." Though you're not fast enough to try and counter-hit him, you block it just fine and wait for an opening while blocking his fast strikes.

'He seems to be trying to break my bones, rather than bruise my muscles... Interesting..." Your defense is impeccable as you watch him overstep his offense just enough so you can throw him with a quick Uchimata, but Andy rolls out of it with a "Ukemi" and nearly elbows you in the face. Another block, another throw (The "Ippon Seoinage"), but it actually takes him a moment to get up which gives you time to launch towards him with the "Rose Hurricane Kick". To your dismay, he blocks it easily though and hits you out of it with an Uppercut-like attack.

"That... Actually hurt." You break your fall though and hit him with a quick combination of a "Left Hook" and a "Right Straight", staggering him long enough to land the "Rose Machinegun Combination". The rain of punches ends when you hear him block some of the later strikes and break away from Andy on a grab attempt, smacking him with another "Left Hook" to try and get some breathing room... However, Andy instead launches a semi-projectile of his own, yelling "Hishou Ken!" as a burst of blue Ki erupts from his palm and lights up the alleyway the two of you are using...

"Strange... Did he think that I would run towards him straight away?"

>A. Get on the offense and rush Andy down with some punches & kicks. (Roll 1d20+1)

>B. Keep spacing him out and using your "Footsies" to try and open up opportunities to counter-hit him. (Roll 2d20)

>C. Wait for a chance to open up some space, then try to "No-Sell/Tank" a couple of Andy's attacks to try and strike fear in his mind (Roll 3d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>338526
>>A. Get on the offense and rush Andy down with some punches & kicks. (Roll 1d20+1)

>>338533

You lay back just a little bit, eyeing Andy up as he seems to be waiting for you to try anything... "Give him just enough rope to hang himself, they say..." You smile, Andy's eyes widening a little as he seemingly freaks out and tries to close the distance you had opened up. he doesn't try anything though as you feint a quick jab, then hop back and feint another one as Andy lets loose with some kind of 4-hit combination. "Just a little bit more..."

You effortlessly block Andy's strikes, then hit some "Chin Music" that rockets him into a brick wall, the "Splat" effect and the noise it makes music to your ears. 'That rung his bells... Let's finish this." You dash towards him, jumping over him with an outstretched foot while holding on to your hat with a gloved hand, then hit him with two quick jabs and your uppercut, the "G-Lady Upper". A trail of electricity follows your fist and once more lights up the dimly-lit alleyway, Andy getting back onto his feet quickly and hitting you in the stomach with a dashing elbow that transitions into a shoulder smash you've only seen old Kung-Fu masters in bad action movies use.

Though you fall to the ground, you quickly pick yourself up again and hit Andy with a fast "Rose Hurricane Kick" in the shins. "Stay down now you little shit." He somehow manages to stay standing and goes for another throw, though you once again break out of it and smack him in the face with a Left Hook that nearly doubles him over, setting up a chance to counter his next punch and land your unique garb, the "Ude-Hishigi-Juji-Gatame" Arm-Bar.

"Now now, shall I take this arm with me?" you rhetorically ask yourself as Andy is thrashing around and screaming in pain, his girlfriend either having run off to call the authorities on you or is hiding in the shadows herself, waiting or the right chance to jump into this fight...

>Roll 1d20 to apply enough pressure to make Andy give up! Best of the first 3 rolls will count.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>338604

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>338604
...and caught up.

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>>338630
Balls.
First roll on the board. Off to a good start.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>338604

Stuck in line waiting for the bathroom. Sorry for the delay.

>>338630

Nice to see you Tiger. Dat Roll tho...

>>338617
>>338643


"Why are you doing this?" Andy asks in between a couple of grunts and thrashes.

"In this city, you have to be a deviant or die of boredom" you reply, trying to desperately at least bruise Andy's arm enough that using it will hinder him in the rest of the fight. The face Andy makes as you tighten the pressure on his arm suggests that he's trying to tough it out, but you can feel that you're about to break his arm if you keep this up...

"You really DO want me to take this arm of your home with me... Very well" you tell him, then let him go right as you feel a satisfying "SNAP".

The scream he lets out of his body is loud enough to echo through the brick walls of the alley as you dust yourself off and watch him writhe in pain. "Damn it, i'll have to get this suit pressed and dry-cleaned..."

"You... Bastard..." Andy spits out at you as he drops to one knee, giving you and open invitation to land your signature "G-Stinger"... But stop when you hear a faint whistling coming from behind you. You quickly spin around a catch a wooden butterfly fan spinning towards your neck like a frisbee, then calmly hold it at your side as you look around for who might've thrown it.

"Can't be too cautious... I think I'll end this now." "Fighting you wasn't worth the dirt and grime I got on this suit" you coldly state while taking a couple of small steps towards him, waiting for someone to try and attack you from the shadows as Andy grasps his arm.

Sure enough, his girlfriend from earlier pops out of nowhere in a flash of flaming cherry blossom-petals, clad in an outfit only the most charitable person would call clothing yelling something in Japanese ("Shiranui Mai, mairi masu!")... You step back and let her tend to her man, taking an eyeful of the soft, sweet flesh her "Outfit" barely covers and open up the fan to cool yourself off a little before she turns to you, a real fire in her eyes.

>A. "I see... It would be an honor to dance with such a vision of beauty."

>B. "Don't involve yourself in the affairs of others... Or else I'll have to break a beautiful little doll like yourself." (Roll 1d20)

>C. Make a quick escape; You need to rest a little bit before taking her on...(Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Tell them that you'll take them both on and "Power-Up".

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>338742
>C. Make a quick escape; You need to rest a little bit before taking her on...(Roll 1d20)

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>>338742

And /qst/ "Ate" my image.

>>338742
>>A. "I see... It would be an honor to dance with such a vision of beauty."

>>338742
>>A. "I see... It would be an honor to dance with such a vision of beauty."
E so tempting. But silly.

>>338742
>A. "I see... It would be an honor to dance with such a vision of beauty."

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>>338766
>>338785
>>338788

Generations of poets have despaired at their inability to capture, in mere words, the unearthly allure of such a goddess of beauty that's standing on front of you... Yet, you don't see what the trouble is: She's Five foot Four, 120 pounds at the most, Asian but with a heart-shaped face framed by reddish black hair, long legs and a chest that could give a monk a heart attack... Oh, and she tried to light you on fire with a costume that barely qualifies as "Clothing".

"I think I'll have some fun with this one." "I see... It would be an honor to dance with such a vision of beauty" you state, then snap the butterfly fan from earlier shut and toss it to her while going into your fighting stance.

"If you think flattery is going to get you off the hook for what you did to Andy, you're sorely mistaken!" She yells as she grabs the fan and gets down into a hunched, almost crouching stance that seems to be useful for showing off her "Goods"...

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>New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LarJTx1Aquw
===

"I'll take my time with this one, soak up her... "Earthly delights"..." You smile at "Mai" ("Pretty sure that's her name...") and throw out a slow "G-Lady Shot" as a test. Mai hops back and seemingly bounces off one of the brick walls to dive head-first at you, the fan from earlier in her mouth. You block it easily and land a quick "G-Lady Upper", then hit her in the stomach with some "Chin Music". She cartwheels back to her feet and hits you in the face with one of those spinning folding fans, staggering you enough that you lose your footing a little bit and open yourself up to getting your head wrapped around her thighs as she flings you to the ground.

You check your "Face" as you get back up off the floor and block what looks like the "Tail" of her "Outfit" lit aflame, Mai yelling something in Japanese again ("Ryuu-Enbu!") as you go for a grab, only to have it get broken as the two of you step back just a second.

"She seems to be a "Hit-And-Run" type... Again, targeting my bones and joints instead of my muscles..."

>A. Rush Mai down and overwhelm her defeses with punches & kicks. (Roll 1d20+1)

>B. Let her come to you and counter-hit her blocked attacks. (Roll 2d20)

>C. Try and out-space her with your longest-range punches, kicks & projectiles. (Roll 3d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d20)

>>338873
>D. Let her come to you and counter-grope her. (Roll 2d20)

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>338873
>>A. Rush Mai down and overwhelm her defeses with punches & kicks. (Roll 1d20+1)

Rolled 4, 11, 13 = 28 (3d20)

>>338873
>C. Try and out-space her with your longest-range punches, kicks & projectiles. (Roll 3d20)

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>>338881
>>338887
>>338891

[green>T-T-T-TIE BREAKER[/green] Time! Link your votes back to this post ASAP. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.

>>338902
>>338881

>>338902
>>338891
This

>>338902
I'll go over to >>338891
for the sake of expediency.

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>>338916
>>338925

OK, please Re-Roll 3d20 while I write up Option C.

Rolled 11, 19, 6 = 36 (3d20)

>>338937
Certainly.

Rolled 11, 4, 3 = 18 (3d20)

>>338937

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>>338942
>>338956

"This chick makes Andy look like a sloth" you think as Mai runs towards you at an impressive pace. You try to feint a jab and see if you can fish out a counter-hit, but she backs away and goes for a high kick that pretty much reveals everything except her maiden name to you. You block it and try to go for a throw, but get hit by a flaming backflip kick. You roll onto the ground to try and blot out the flames and flip your hat back on while Mai tries crouch low and hit you in the head with an elbow.

You block it and her follow-up "Ryuu-Enbu", quickly countering with a Left Hook that nearly knocks her off her feet and go for a "Rose Hurricane Kick" that launches her down the alleyway. She nearly gets knocked into her "Boy-toy" Andy before steadying herself up and running towards you again to try and get close. "Definitely from the "Hit-and-Run" school of fighting tatics" you think as you quickly throw out a a projectile as bait. She takes it and you jump in the air towards her, knocking her out of the sky with a hard kick that knocks her down to the ground. However she once again quickly gets up to her feet and smack you upside your head with that folding fan, then twirling around with two open fans. The impact hit harder than you thought it would and you once more have to adjust your "Face" as Mai tries to sweep you off of your feet with one of her long long legs.

"Nice view." You block it and feint to try to hit some "Chin Music" (Well, more like "Chest Music" due to the height difference between the two of you), but once again block low with another one of those sweep kicks. "She even bounces down there? Andy's a lucky boy indeed." You take a quick hop to try and clear a third straight low sweep and sock Mai in the face with an elbow, then quickly combo into a Right Straight and your quick "G-Lady Upper".

It takes a few seconds for Mai to get up off of the ground and shake your head at how revealing this outfit of hers is before launching a couple of fast projectiles to keep her on her toes. "The day I need to dress up like that to be attractive is the day I'll hang myself."

"Your desperate tactics can't defeat the Shiranui!" she yells before tumbling towards you with her elbow outstretched. Though it's a strong enough attack that your guard feels slack, her recovery time from it gives you the opportunity to throw her into the ground with a Ippon Seoinage. "She feels... Almost weightless...?"

>A. Switch to an uncompromising offense and rain down Punches & Kicks on Mai. (Roll 1d20+1)

>B. Go on the defense and ram holes the size of semi-trucks through Mai's attacks. (Roll 2d20)

>C. Keep up the spacing and counter-hits and you'll have this fight won for sure. (Roll 3d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>339045
>>A. Switch to an uncompromising offense and rain down Punches & Kicks on Mai. (Roll 1d20+1)
Hard and fast is usually best with her.

Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>339045
>A. Switch to an uncompromising offense and rain down Punches & Kicks on Mai. (Roll 1d20+1)

Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>339045
A

>>339070
>>339076
>>339142
...huh. This turn has a number, and that number is 16.

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>>339142
>>339070
>>339076

>All of those 16+1s

Almost done writing Anons.

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>>339070
>>339076
>>339142

"It seems that "Hard and fast" would be best with her" you think as you watch Mai scramble to her feet and go for a Left Hook while she's vulnerable. Though she blocks your punch, her guard seems to be weakening as she can't quite counter it quick enough, so you transition into the "Rose Machinegun Combination", looking to break Mai's guard completely. Your hunch is proven right because she loses her footing and starts to get pummeled by the third hit. "Oops, can't break her too quickly... If something happens to this beautiful woman, it's the world's loss."

You end the punch volley quickly and hit her out of her lame attempt to go for a hopping forward kick with a "Rose Hurricane Kick". However, Mai breaking her fall and smacking you with an overhead strike of her fan... Which you catch and lock in the Ude-Hishigi-Juji-Gatame. "The look on her face was priceless... Makes me wish I had a camera, or a way to frame it."

"No doubt you're a burning man... But you can't stop me on guts alone" she says with a grimace, struggling to break out of the Arm Bar you've used to great effect so far. "And a girl as pretty, and tough as me just has to win this fight!"

"Yep, she's my kind of girl alright... To hell with quiet types that don't know how to fight." "Sad to say, but I beg to differ" you retort, a bright golden glow starting to envelope your body as you let her go, "Power-Up" and...

>A. Rush-in with a MAX'd "Phantom Pain" Desperation Move. (Roll 3d20)

>B. Look for an opportunity to end this quickly & quietly; You don't want to break this doll just yet... (Roll 2d20)

>C. Go for the MAX'd "G-Stinger" Desperation Move. (Roll 3d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Make a hasty retreat. They're more than worthy to fight you another night, and what's the point of killing someone if they'll make you stronger in the long run? (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>339195
>E. Make a hasty retreat. They're more than worthy to fight you another night, and what's the point of killing someone if they'll make you stronger in the long run? (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 14, 13 = 27 (2d20)

>>339195
>B. Look for an opportunity to end this quickly & quietly; You don't want to break this doll just yet... (Roll 2d20)

Rolled 6, 19 = 25 (2d20)

>>339195
>>B. Look for an opportunity to end this quickly & quietly; You don't want to break this doll just yet... (Roll 2d20)

Rolled 10, 5 = 15 (2d20)

>>339195
B

Lunch Break. Sorry for the delay.

>>339212
>>339218
>>339249

You take a look at Mai, her clothes only staying together through sheer willpower & determination and feel... Sorry for her? Pity? Jealousy that she bagged a guy like him? ... Or that you'd like her to be yours?

"Not now... Time to finish this." you think as just when you start to feel some pity, Mai "Powers-Up" and leaps high into the air, cartwheeling down and towards you while lit on fire. The pain you feel through your forearms as you block it is excruciating and you feel like the sleeves of your suit have burnt away by the time it ends. She nearly collapses after landing on her feet and while you could've landed a "Phantom Pain" or a "G-Stinger", you simply grab her and fling her down to the ground with a "Ippon Seoinage".

She arcs her back up in pain and looks totally spent as you look down at her, crossing your arms under your chest and trying to hide your gaze at Mai's... "Mais". "You're going to have to do more than that to defeat me."

"Don't you... Don't you DARE touch her!" you hear Andy roar as he struggles to get up and then launches himself at you feet-first with some kind of spiraling dropkick. You easily block it and throw him to the ground next to Mai with a "Uchimata".

"A~ndy!" Mai yells, really dragging on that "Ahn"-sound and driving it into your skull.

"I'm... Sorry Mai" he croaks before going to shoulder her from you and passing out in her arms.

>A. Make a date for a rematch between the two of them; They were strong, and you like fighting strong warriors.

>B. Grab a cellphone and call these two an ambulance before making a hasty getaway. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Leave the two of them be and look for some new clothes to wear.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Try to do something naughty.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>339322
>E. Try to do something naughty.
Then
>B. Grab a cellphone and call these two an ambulance before making a hasty getaway. (Roll 1d20)

>>339322
>A. Make a date for a rematch between the two of them; They were strong, and you like fighting strong warriors

>>339322
>>A. Make a date for a rematch between the two of them; They were strong, and you like fighting strong warriors.
then
>>C. Leave the two of them be and look for some new clothes to wear.

>>339322
E

>>339342
Also.
>C. Leave the two of them be and look for some new clothes to wear.

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>>339342
>>339351
>>339351
>>339356

T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time! Link your votes back to this post ASAP. The option with the highest number of new votes will become the basis for the next update.

>>339374
>>339342
>>339366

>>339374
>>339341

>>339356
>>339374

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>>339385
>>339388

OK then, writing for a combination of Option B & Option E.

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>>339341
>>339356

"I have a feeling that I'll run into them again... But..." You smile as you casually walk past them and grab a cellphone that's not yours, then leer at Mai huddled up around her man while you fiddle with the phone to check where exactly in South Town the three of you are. When you find out where you are, you immediately call 911 and ask for an ambulance to treat the "Happy Couple" crumpled together on the ground.

As soon as you hang up with the paramedics, you turn around and tell Mai "I have to say, I kind of enjoyed the fight we had..." you tell her. "So, I'm going to let the two of you off easily."

"Great... At least I don't have to worry about explaining why I lost to a freak like you to Tou-San, up in heaven" she starts to say before stopping to cry for a little bit.

You shrug your shoulders and do a "It can't be helped" kind of pose you've seen in Anime, then state "Why should I kill the two of you? All great rivalries need someone stronger than the other to aspire to defeat... And both of you are more than worthy to fight me again, on some other night. Besides that, what's the point of killing someone if they'll make you stronger in the long run?"

===
New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmokwFEA12I
===

"Though, now I suppose I should leave you with something to remember me by..." you say to her, half-sultry, half domineering as you inch closer to Mai, tears silently streaming down her cheeks now. "Oh, how I love this part... The feeling of helplessness, the fleeting hope that maybe I won't do what I like to do..."

Mai looks away in disgust as you hold her hand in your cheek and give her a kiss, her eyes opening and looking at you in shock. You even slip your "Face" up a little to feel the pillow-like lips pressing next to your own, wiping away some of the tears before you swoop your coat around her, hold her tight and...

===
>FADE TO BLACK

>Some time later...
====

You can tell by the look in her eyes that she enjoyed your little fun... But, as all good things have to come to an end, you leave her with your coat as you hear sirens coming, Mai's eyes widening when she realizes that you're a woman ("Damn men's cut suits. They always make me look flat as a board when I'm bigger than any KOF girl in history.")

You can hear her yell "G... Get back here! One more match!" as you turn your back on her and quickly slink back into the shadows, where you belong.

"Well, that was quite fun... I wonder what I should do now?"

>A. Look for some new clothes that really highlight your feminine charms, or hide your gender even more than they do now...? (Please specify which with this vote)

>B. Look for something to eat. Even though it's late, there probably is a 24-Hour eatery or something in South Town.

>C. Look for another Target.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>339521
>>A. Look for some new clothes that really highlight your feminine charms, or hide your gender even more than they do now...? (Please specify which with this vote)
Hide. Let us confuse everyone we meet.

>>339521
>>B. Look for something to eat. Even though it's late, there probably is a 24-Hour eatery or something in South Town.

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Sorry Anons, but I'm going to have to put this thread on "Stand-By/Glacier Mode" for now. I hope to be back within an hour, but if not I'll post an update on my current situation and tally up the votes.

Also, voting is open until I return and/or check back in.

>>339521
>A. Look for some new clothes that really highlight your feminine charms, or hide your gender even more than they do now...? (Please specify which with this vote)
>>339596
See you later

>>339596
Toodles, Weasel. If I'm not here when you get back, it's been fun.

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>>339550
>>339602

Well, traffic was a nightmare, every single errand I had to do took longer than expected (And EVERYBODY were complete A-Holes), I nearly got into a car accident 5 times just trying to get out of my town and on the road back home...

But! I'm home, I'm ready to continue this until around 8PM PST/11 PM EST/Whatever GMT and [red]Option A[/red] takes the vote.

>Pic Related: MFW trying to get home

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>>338441
>>339884

And once again, color loses it's favor on me when I get home...

[red]Test[/red]
[blue]Test[/blue]
[green]Test[/green]
[i]Test[/i]
[b]Test[/b]

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>>339607

I'll be back tomorrow Tiger.

>>339917
>>339884

Fuck it, no more color votes, bolds or italics until this shit sorts itself out. I've had too long of a day to deal with it right now...

>>339550
>>339602

>Updates Resume

Though you feel the pangs of hunger, it's late enough at night that you can't think of a restaurant that's open off of the top of your head. So, you hot-foot it to the nearest mall, looking around for a place that might be open to try and score a new suit. Unfortunately, it turns out to be too late for practically anywhere to be open outside of nightclubs, bars, strip joints and a few seedy-looking eateries you couldn't be paid to set foot in (Except that one Donut Shop with the Korean-Language sign).

"Hmm... Oh where, oh where can I go to get a couple of suits at this hour?" you hear yourself thinking out loud as you perch on a stoop overlooking a "Mini-Mall" on the corner of a hunting & dry goods supply store and a pawn shop.

That's when your eyes notice a security guard forgetting to lock up the service entrance to the Mini-Mall, the cogs in your mind turning gears, which in turn get Rod A to move Fulcrum B, which Pivots on Lever C... In short, within seconds you sneak inside the back of the mini-mall without so much as a sound or any kind of metal detectors going off and find a Men's shop that has several different cuts of suit available.

You can't place why you're attracted to Men's Cut Suits either... Maybe it was the look on Mai's face when she put 2 & 2 together? Maybe it's the thought that someone so strong, such a menace in the night was a Woman, people wouldn't take you seriously? Whatever the case, You've picked 4 suits and start to quickly hold them up to your frame in a full-length body-mirror.

>A. American "Ivy-League" Cut.

>B. English "Dandy" Cut.

>C. Itallian Cut.

>D. The crazy Purple Zoot-Suit you found in the back.

>E. Leave the store. You're a woman of principle and stealing clothes isn't your style at all.

>>340027
>>B. English "Dandy" Cut.
>>D. The crazy Purple Zoot-Suit you found in the back.
Italian style's cut too close for our purposes. American just looks scruffy. Zoot suit is a zoot suit. Nuff said.
And I'm out. See you in the morn.

>>340027
So, sexy by day, disguised as a man by night?
Let's go Dandy, then.

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>>340104

No Problem Tiger. I'll be back same time I started tomorrow.

>>340180

Seems that way. Also had to get dinner started, so sorry for the delay.

>>340027

At first, you didn't think much of the Zoot-Suit and go for the "Dandy"-Cut suit, old reruns of "Downtown Abbey" filling your head as you look at it in the mirror... But you find that the Zoot-Suit is kind-of reversible and has a Yellow underside that, when out in the open and under the watch of your eyes, makes you kind of look like a Japanese version of that one comic book character, "The Mask"... And you can't say no to that. You quickly put the other two back and take a long look around the mini-mall, the eerie feeling of being all alone in still silence in a place where such things are rare pleasures indeed sit well with you.

"I AM a creature of the night, after all" you think as you take another long look around, craving something to eat and your stomach groaning in protest. Sadly, every single place that even looks like it could serve food is shuttered up, though there's a jewelry store just a ways away from a Schnitzel Cart that catches your eye...

>A. Slip out of the mall, get some stuff from the Donut Shop and look for a place to crash in; South Town is just full on abandoned buildings if you know where to look (Roll 1d20)

>B. Look for a place to bunk down for the "Night"; You feel that the dawn is coming and you don't like being out in the day unless you absolutely have to.

>C. See if you can get some jewelry to go with your new suits; You haven't tripped any security codes or alarms as far as you can tell... (Roll 2d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>340251
Check to see if you can easily break in and steal the jewelry, if yes, go for it, if no, just smash open the schnitzel cart and steal some of the meat/fries and a soda

Rolled 15, 4 = 19 (2d20)

>>340251
forgot roll

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>>340296

You take a look at the Jewelry store's impeccable front window display, your stomach starting to make audible noises and inspect whether or not you can easily break in and get some rings, or a necklace or something to go with your new suits. To your dismay, it seems as though there's some kind of laser-guided tripwire security system installed and you're not really flexible (Or skinny) enough to safely get inside.

"I better grab some munchies for the road" you think as you quickly shear off the lock of the Schnitzel Cart's storage lockers and grab some leftover meat, a small cup of "Belgium Fries" and a soda before quietly leaving the way you had gotten in, the security guard snoring like a new-born baby while you let yourself out and try to blend into the mean streets of South Town...

"Wonder where I could go to sleep?" you think while stifling a yawn. The penthouse you woke up in is a no-go, especially if that "Katja Hartkern" chick was some mobster's mistress or something and while a hotel would make sense, you hate having to try and talk to others with your "Face" on... "It's not too cold either... I could probably nap on a park bench in this kind of weather" you murmur to yourself as you look around for a taxi while bathed in a neon glow.

>A. Swallow your pride and get a room at a cheap hotel; You're getting tired.

>B. Look around for an abandoned building to squat in or something. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Eat your "Munchies" out in South Town National Park or even on Sound Beach and sleep under the stars tonight.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Look into a mirror and realize what you have become.

===

And that's it for today everybody! Thanks to all that participated. I plan to continue this tomorrow at the usual 10 AM PST/1 PM EST/5 PM GMT starting time, but if anything goes down I'll post an update in this thread and on my Twitter feed at the top of the page.

Lastly, the Vote is still open and I'll be around to answer any questions for a little bit. (Yeah, I know, I promised the other Original Character bios & movesets; They'll show up eventually.)

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>>340341

And archived early on sup/tg/ just in case any mis-archivists are at it again:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/338441/

Meanwhile, I'm signing off for the night and returning around, oh, 12 hours or so. Have a couple of classic KOF-Related videos to watch before the next session begins.

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0-Cce3gs-Q

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>340341
>>B. Look around for an abandoned building to squat in or something. (Roll 1d20)

>>340341

>B. Look around for an abandoned building to squat in or something. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>340958

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>>340958

OK, I'm up and at'em for today's session. Option B wins the vote and I'll have an update in ASAP. (Two of my usual early-morning Wi-Fi spots were down and I had to hoof it to get to my third choice quickly.)

>>340341

>Updates Resume

>You are still G-Mantle Lady

You fruitlessly looked around for a taxi cab for nearly an hour, sticking to back streets when you hear police sirens off in the distance every now and then. And while the weather is pleasant enough that you could probably get away with sleeping out under the stars in that big national park to the north-west or on the beach that's to the south-east, you can feel in the air that a storm is coming and figure that it would be a good idea to find some more permanent lodgings.

A couple of cheap motels pass your vision, though in truth you don't really like dealing with other people all that much outside of fighting. Trying to explain why you wear your mask all the time is almost always going to be a topic of conversation and, really, even as bizarre as South Town is trying to get a hotelier to accept cash for someone trying to get a room under an assumed identity, at this hour, is just asking for trouble...

So, you look towards the west, specifically abandoned buildings that "Squatters" occupy and find one that looks to be in better shape than all of the others. "Here goes..." You knock on the door and, to your surprise, a sliding slit that was hidden opens up and a pair of eyes look down on you.

"What's the password?" a gruff voice asks you from behind the door.

You take a moment to think about the nature of this city, as well as one of the more unique local customs you've heard of... And reply with two words:

"Gravel Turkey."

The guy on the other side takes a moment, then tells "Eh, it's close enough. Come on in."

You nod, then take a look inside what looks like some kind of "Karate hobo" condominium, old fight posters hanging from the walls and a couple of known "Names" you've heard of on the underground fight circuit just hanging around.

"Welcome to Shangri-La" the guy from behind you tells you. "I don't think I've seen you around here before though..." he adds.

"I'm new" you curtly reply, crossing your arms as you gaze at such a scene. "Damn, I guess I really am one of these types after all... Well, I do have the kind of spirit they show."

"Well, we're a tight-nit group, so we're not exactly open to outsiders" the doorman (Some kind of Pro-Wrestler wearing a shark mask on his head) tells you. "I need to know who you are and why you're here."

>A. Meet this bum's conditions to sleep here for tonight.

>B. Decline and seek better lodging quickly; The dawn is coming and you aren't a fan of being seen in broad daylight.

>C. "Don't concern yourself with my past. It has no interest to you." (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Challenge the old geezer to a fight. You can take him.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>341253
>C. "Don't concern yourself with my past. It has no interest to you." (Roll 1d20)

>>341253
Take the mask off? Or wake up?

>>341257
Well then...

Did me showing up kill Weasel?

>>341258

We ain't sleeping right now SleepyAnon. Nice to see you again BTW.

>>341335

Nope! Internet's slow where I'm at.

>>341257

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>>341253

"This is not the time to start talking about my true identity... Better use the "G-Mantle Mind-Trick" to shut this geezer up." "Don't concern yourself with my past. It has no interest to you" you calmly tell him after spinning around to face him, subtly spiking up your Ki and aura to show that you mean business.

He seems to back up off of you and holds his hands out. "OK, OK, sheesh... We only ask that if you're trying to hide from the cops, because if they found out that we're all in here they'll evict us again" the doorman explains.

"I made sure that I wasn't followed" you swiftly tell him, then take a look around the first floor of this curiously large building. You pass by the restrooms and offer up a silent prayer to "Un-See" what you caught glimpses of, hear a room of old arcade machines being put to good use before you spot them ("Probably set on "Free-Play".") and poke your head on gambling den of-sorts before the door that lead to it closes and you hear some guy clear his throat.

"Sorry, can't let you in there if you're not a member" some ex-paramilitary guy looking like he had stepped straight of a Vietnam-era War movie tells you.

"Oh? I apologize" you calmly tell him, your eyes starting to get drowsy and your voice starting to "Crack" and fade into some kind of weird, almost "Orcish" accent you've never heard before.

>A. Ask "Tuba Ted" here where the sleeping quarters are at.

>B. Head back to the "Game Room" and see what they have; The mental stimulation might keep your mind sharp enough to stay awake for a little longer.

>C. Keep walking and check out the second floor of this sprawling place.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>341345
>A. Ask "Tuba Ted" here where the sleeping quarters are at.
>C. Keep walking and check out the second floor of this sprawling place.

>>341345
>>C. Keep walking and check out the second floor of this sprawling place.
I was confused the heat is killing me. Also yeah I missed when ya moved to QST.

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>>341359

You haven't really missed much to be honest. I got so bogged down with personal issues that I felt that running this on /tg/ wouldn't have done much to help the playerbase grow... Plus, I like the formatting and larger text fields for updates.

>>341350

"Is that a Tuba sticking out of his bag? ... Whatever." "Do you happen to know where the sleeping quarters are here in Shangri-La...?"

"It's Ted" the burly guy in fatigues tells you, adding "And there aren't any real defined sleeping spots here. Just pick an empty room and huddle up with whatever you can find."

"I see... I suppose I'll have to bring in my own bedding & supplies?" you ask.

"I think there's a guy up on the 4th floor that sells that kind of stuff, but you have to fight him for it."

"Of course you'd have to fight for supplies in a place like this..." You nod and give "Tuba Ted" a decent-enough salute annd alk around the very back of the first floor of "Shangri-La", passing by a couple of occupied rooms filled with relatively normal-looking people before finding a set of stairs going up.

"I wonder how many floors there are to this place?" You trudge up the stairs and see some weird, random junk piled up in the corner and take a left, spotting a guy with vacant eyes, a lobotomy scar across his head and a bright blue beard walking towards you.

"He's dressed like he broke out of prison and stole some pimp's coat." You can hear him muttering "The lord hates motherfuckers. The lord will smite motherfuckers" to himself over and over... Until he spots you and asks "You! Are you a Motherfucker?!"

>A. "No sir, I am not."

>B. "What would you do if I was?".

>C. Don't even reply to this guy and keep walking; Your body's strength is starting to drain due to your tiredness and he looks strong. (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>341424
>>C. Don't even reply to this guy and keep walking; Your body's strength is starting to drain due to your tiredness and he looks strong. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>341424
>C. Don't even reply to this guy and keep walking; Your body's strength is starting to drain due to your tiredness and he looks strong. (Roll 1d20)

>>341424
>D. That is something I aspire to be.

>>341429
>>341433

Any other time of your "Day", you would've said "That is something I aspire to be" to this oddly-creepy man, kick his bald ass and move on with your life... But, you're tired and need sleep, so you quietly & quickly walk past him and duck through a side door, a group of hardened fighters seemingly swapping advice around a campfire and oblivious to your presence.

"Well, that depends on the environment I think. I personally think Hon-Fu would destroy Rob Python if they were fighting in an antique furniture store using only ladders, small bedside tables and bin lids, all while stopping priceless Ming vases from shattering on the floor" One of them (An unkempt, older Karateka with the nose of a drunkard and flies surrounding him) explains.

"That's assuming Python was looking for his friend by the name of Trabble. And as all of you know by now, Hon-Fu don't want no trabble" a different guy dressed like an out-of-work butler (Complete with a monocle) adds, getting a round of laughs out of the camp fire, the cleanest-looking guy among them (An old man in a stylish purple qi-pao and a braided ponytail) laughing the loudest.

"Hmm... I suppose it would be rude to just barge in and sit right next to one of them out of nowhere... Then again, the Chinese man has an aura about him that's telling me to getout of here...?

>A. Introduce yourself and ask them if you could crash here for tonight. (Roll 1d20)

>B. Listen to these guys swap more stories and beat around the bush in the shadows of the room. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Quietly slink back into the main hallway you ducked out of and look for an unoccupied room to sleep in.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Pass out where you are and fall asleep.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>341498
>>A. Introduce yourself and ask them if you could crash here for tonight. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>341498
>A. Introduce yourself and ask them if you could crash here for tonight. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>341498
>>A. Introduce yourself and ask them if you could crash here for tonight. (Roll 1d20)

>>341510
>>341519
>>341537

"Screw it, they seem to be a friendly bunch." "Care to hear one of my stories?" you ask and the whole circle turn their heads to take a look at you. "I'm... G. Charmed to meet you all" you say with a gloved hand outstretched, all but the weird bull of a man dressed in an actual Bull mask giving you a handshake back.

"What brings to Shangri-La, Mr. G?" the pony-tailed Kung-Fu master asks as you sit down across from him.

"Shit, I didn't think this through... Fuck it, I'll just improvise... No, wait, be honest." "Well, I got into street fighting some time ago and the life I was living wasn't really cutting it for me... So, I put on this mask, exchanged blows with a couple of Ninjas tonight, gave them my best and looked for a place to stay for the time being."

"Kisaragi? They've been prowling around for a while now" the smelly guy asks.

"I don't think so... I want to say that they were "Shiranui" ninjas? The guy was a a tool and the girl was dressed like a stripper" you explain, adding "Not that I minded..." under your breath.

"Feh! Bunch of worthless piggybacking on Dog-Style Kung-Fu mixed in with bullshit weeb bait" a guy with thick-rimmed glasses and a fedora pipes in. "I actually hope for the next KOF to have a distinct lack of women so it can win on its own merits."

That gets a couple of groans out of the campfire group, with one guy countering with "Every fighting tournament worth its name has a sizable female presence to attract secondaries; It has always been, it will always be."

"And that suddenly makes it right? Fuck the waifufags, a fighting tournament should be popular on the strength of the fights alone, not on blatant fetishism" the "Tryhard Coolguy" in the fedora argues.

>A. Interject with "The fuck does this mean? Are you going to cut women out just because you are gay or something? Most female fighters in KOF are actually interesting to watch.
".

>B. Let these fools bicker among each other until "Master Wuxia" (The Pony-Tailed Guy) breaks it up.

>C. Ask the old guy directly in front of you if you can go to sleep here.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>341598
>>C. Ask the old guy directly in front of you if you can go to sleep here.

>>341598
>>C. Ask the old guy directly in front of you if you can go to sleep here.
Nope. Sleepytimes.

>>341598
>C. Ask the old guy directly in front of you if you can go to sleep here.

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>>341611
>>341609
>>341620

"Nope, not stepping my foot into this pile of shit conversation. Time for bed" "Sir? Could I sleep here tonight?" you ask, the sound of three guys arguing over whether or not women have a place in King of Fighters tournaments blaring around you ("So women are a fetish now?" "They're a distraction and a crutch." "You don't watch KOF and you never fucking have. that's extremely evident from listening to you.").

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" the Asian Kung-Fu fighter roar, the fire nearly going out before kicking back up again. "Master Wuxia" (Not his real name, but he DOES look like he came from an old Chinese Epic) turns to you and says "Of course! grab a bunk and take a rest off of your shoulders."

You nod, then get up and bow to him before walking away from the campfire (Which is in a pretty awesome stone pit they made out of rocks & concrete, now that you take a second glance at it) and quickly fall asleep on the hard bunk-bed, not even bothering to take off your hat or your mask.

===
>Some Time Later...
===

You let out a long yawn and stretch out your arms as you wake up. You feel oddly refreshed as you stretch out your body a little on the bunk bed and hop down to see that the fire's died down to a pile of ashes and that Wuxia guy's sleeping in a full "V-Sit" pose.

'That's... Impressive..."

>A. Find a more spacious room and go through a warm-up routine to check to see how damaged your might be after last night.

>B. Head back downstairs and check out Shangri-La's "Game-Room'.

>C. Take the time to explore the whole building that encapsulates "Shangri-La".

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>341672
>A. Find a more spacious room and go through a warm-up routine to check to see how damaged your might be after last night.

>>341672
>>A. Find a more spacious room and go through a warm-up routine to check to see how damaged your might be after last night.

>>341672
>>D. Write-In Vote.
Check self in mirror. Make sure no one did anything while sleeping.

>>341680
>>341681

You leave the Kung-Fu wizard be and quietly walk out through a different door than the one you walked into last night, finding the room where bull-head guy and the wrestler are sleeping. "Better tip-toe around them and check how I look in the mirror" you think as you gracefully avoid their hulking, sweaty frames and take a look at yourself in the mirror and find that your more well-endowed than you thought, especially in your suit.

"I wonder why Mai was so shocked? Did I really fool her with these?" you think as you quickly feel yourself up a little, the heft of your chest quite shocking really. "Probably just in shock, then..."

You quickly head of the extra room and grab your bags, heading out in the main hallway and looking around to find an open room on the second floor of "Shangri-La" that's big enough for you to train in... And find a room filled with old, rusting gym equipment and a relatively-new mat. "Perfect."

You unbutton your jacket, take off your hat and loosen the cuffs on your shirt's sleeves before starting up your "Warm-up" routine, stretching slowly at first and then really going for it near the end. "Surprising that I don't feel any worse for wear after last night... I suppose I didn't take all that much damage from either of them, but still..." By the end of your stretching you feel limber enough to try a couple of "Body-weight" exercises you were taught by... Somebody... "Damn it, what was his name?" you think, trying to recall who taught you your fighting skills.

Unfortunately, no one sprigs to mind but you get through your body-weight exercises with ease and have worked up a good sweat, your "Face" nearly falling off a couple of times during a "Cool-Down" set of sit-ups.

>A. Head out of "Shangri-La" and look for something to eat.

>B. Take a quiet moment to sit and tap into your inner Ki. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Take the time to explore this whole building that encapsulates "Shangri-La"; You're going to be staying here for a while.

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>341791
>B. Take a quiet moment to sit and tap into your inner Ki. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>341791
>>B. Take a quiet moment to sit and tap into your inner Ki. (Roll 1d20)

>>341791
>C. Take the time to explore this whole building that encapsulates "Shangri-La"; You're going to be staying here for a while.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>341791
>>B. Take a quiet moment to sit and tap into your inner Ki. (Roll 1d20)

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>>341800
>>341806
>>341815

While part of you feels like exploring the rest of this sprawling building called "Shangri-La", you can feel something deep inside of you that's almost calling out for attention and pause to try and listen.

>"So I'm a monster then!? Some bloody Frankenstein you made for a giggle while doin' whatever the fuck you did fer'a"-

"That voice... Where have I heard it before?" You sit in the "Lotus Pose" on the mat and slowly, but surely begin to try and tap into the deepest part of your Ki, the real power behind all of your attacks... And find that it's a ball of confusion that almost hurts to "Touch" at first.

You follow advice you don't recall hearing and take five long, slow, easy breaths while closing your eyes. Then you find the source of your Ki and hold it in the palm of "Your" hand. The Ki is almost... Purple? Violet at the very least and tinged with the electricity you saw flashes of last night fighting Andy & Mai, though it still somewhat burns your hands and numbs your touch if you do it for too long. "Where's that voice? I need to hear that voice again..."

"That's impressive" you hear a voice from beyond your consciousness say. You open your eyes and see that "Master Wuxia" guy standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and glaring down at you. "Who taught you how to tap into the Ki our bodies all have?" he asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

>A. "... I don't remember."

>B. Don't talk to him about it and get going out of "Shangri-La"; You're getting hungry.

>C. "Like I told the man at the door, my past is no concern to you, or anyone else." (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "Why don' we take it outside and you can find out?"

>>341895
>>B. Don't talk to him about it and get going out of "Shangri-La"; You're getting hungry.

>>341895
>>B. Don't talk to him about it and get going out of "Shangri-La"; You're getting hungry.
We are OG Katja with memories fucked over by Ellie somehow?

>>341895
>>A. "... I don't remember."

>>341906
>>341909

You glare it him through your mask, his eyebrows raising as he mimics a look you saw Andy & Mai make last night ("That... That mask just made a face at me?") while you draw back your Ki. "Why do they all do that? It's just my face." "I think I'll grab something to eat..." is all you say as you pick yourself up off the floor and brush past him. "Why does anyone want to know about a monster like me?"

"You know, I always found that there two reasons to wear a mask: To hide from who you really are... And to improve yourself beyond, or maybe even become someone your mind couldn't ha've possibly imagined" "Master Wuxia" casually says before leaving the room and heading back down to the first floor.

"... Fuck... He's right..." From the pounding you hear from up above your head, he's probably training himself up there, though you don't think too much into it as you pass a couple of guys milling around the "Game Room" and tell the doorman (Somebody different from last night) "I'll be back..."

"OK, you're cool to return" he says as you step back out onto the mean streets of South Town, looking to sate your actual hunger before trying to quench your thirst for battle... "Mid-Afternoon? Damn it all, how can I hide in the shadows during the middle of the damn day? ... Fuck it, I'm too hungry to argue."

>A. Go into the first restaurant you see and eat. If they can't handle you and the mask you wear, walk out and try the next one ad ifinitum. (Roll 1d20)

>B. Look for a taxi and hit up "The Pao Pao Cafe"; You'll blend in easily there.

>C. Hit up the nearest Grocery Store and bring some stuff back to make your own food in that "Fire Pit" on Shangri-La's second floor.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Mug somebody for lunch money. (Roll 1d100 and post a picture of the unlucky victim. Highest roll among these votes will "Win".)

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>342002
>>A. Go into the first restaurant you see and eat. If they can't handle you and the mask you wear, walk out and try the next one ad ifinitum. (Roll 1d20)

>>342002
>>C. Hit up the nearest Grocery Store and bring some stuff back to make your own food in that "Fire Pit" on Shangri-La's second floor.

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>>342010
>>342031

>T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time! Link your votes back to this post ASAP. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.

>>342002
>Pao Pao Cafe"; You'll blend in easily there.
Take mask of?

>>342069
>>>A. Go into the first restaurant you see and eat.
Take off mask? Might help get some food into belly.

>>342069
>>342010

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>>342103
We take off the mask when we eat, but aren't aware of doing so.

>>342010
>>342121

You get a kind of "Spring" to your step as you look around for some place to eat, a confidence in your abilities and especially your look that exudes the saying "This is me. Take it or leave it." 'Whatever that is smells heavenly..." You let your nose guide you, smelling some bacon and walking into the kind of "Down-home" local fast-food place that's becoming all-too rare nowadays.

The interior looks like it's styled after a typical 1950's diner as the cashier looks at you with a thousand-yard stare, but you don't mind the decor and take a seat in a plush booth, patiently waiting for a waitress or somebody to give you a menu... But, you get a sinking feeling in your gut when you see an older man in a tie come out to talk to you ("Probably the manager.") "Is there something wrong?"

"We don't serve gang members here" he plainly states.

"Gang? Who would want to wear my clothes and face in this town?" "What do you mean?"

"Look, you can try to say whatever you want as a excuse, but we do not serve members of "The Magicians Guild" gang, or whoever! Now get out of here before I have to call the cops!" he yells.

You give him a look that could kill a lesser man, but it seems as though this guy is made of sterner stuff than usual and simply nod and take your leave, telling him "A shame... You just lost a regular customer" before slamming the door shut on your way out.

"God damn it, and I really wanted that bacon burger they had on that poster too..." You hear your stomach growl back at you and spot a Fried Chicken place that could be good (>Pic Related), but you notice what seems like a gang is loitering outside the front entrance.

"What in the... They're all dressed up like...? What the fuck? THAT is what passes for a "Gang" nowadays? Pitiful." "Seems it's time to clean house" you mumble to yourself as you take a couple of steps toward them.

>Roll 1d100 and suggest a theme (With Pictures!) for the "Gang" blocking your path to food; Highest roll wins, only unique IDs can roll (No switching votes)

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>>342207
Junior High Delinquents

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>>342207
The Exodians a bunch of weeb assholes who banded together and started fucking with all non-weebs.

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>>342207
Dandy rapscallions.

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>>342264

OK, I'm back from my longer-than-expected Late Lunch/Early Dinner break. >>342264 takes the vote an an update is on the way ASAP.

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>>342564

And testing for text formatting before this thread resumes... Pic Unrelated, but interesting.

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>>342587

>WellShit.png

>>342207
>>342264

On second glance, the gang outside of a local(?) fried-chicken place is a group of young highschool girls trying to mimic the looks, style and mannerisms of stereotypical Japanese delinquents, right down to the wildly styled ad colored hair... Yet, if you can recall correctly, all of them are dressed like MALE delinquents? The fuck is that shit?

"Maybe they're Junior-High girls?" you think as you approach them, none of them looking remotely Asian as they stop to sneer & leer at you.

"Oi! What the fuck do you think you're trying to pull, you fake-ass V for Vendetta fag?!" one of them asks.

"What, I can't go inside to get something to eat?" you plainly ask as the rest of this gets ready and look like they're just waiting for an excuse to try and to beat you into the ground.

"This is the meeting place for The Imoutos and the only chicken we serve are two piece and a biscuit combos!" the

"Well then... I'm not exactly the type to beat up little girls like yourselves, but" you start to menacingly say, but cut off by "The Imouto's" so-called "Leader".

"Oh what, now you want to bring breasts size into this bitch?!" she asks, the others slowly starting to brandish different, obnoxiously-colored weapons out of their clothes. "When a Flat-Chested girl hugs you, you're closer to her heart than with some big-tittied cowslut!"

"Oh dear... She seems like she has no rational judgement" you think as you get into your "I give no fucks" fighting stance with a backdrop of little girls chanting "DFC! DFC! DFC!"

>A. Go after their leader first; The rest might just scatter if you take her out quick enough (Roll 1d20)

>B. Take them all on at once. None of them look strong enough o pose a challenge to you on-on-one and you want to make this interesting

>C. Let them attack you and shrug off their attacks to strike the Fear of G-Mantle Lady in their hearts (Roll 3d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

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>TFW

>>342767
>might just scatter if you take her out quick enough (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>342895
Damnit phone stop fucking up and eating muh dice!

Rolled 4, 12, 8 = 24 (3d20)

>>342767
>>C. Let them attack you and shrug off their attacks to strike the Fear of G-Mantle Lady in their hearts (Roll 3d20)
Sorry, connection's on the fritz. Might be me for the night.

Rolled 17, 17 = 34 (2d20)

>>343004
I'll change to this. Other two die.

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Apologies for the delay; "Team Jerk Ass" have arrived.

>>343004

No problem Tiger. In the words of Wolfgang Krauser: "Sleep well!"

>>343061
>>342903

You take a good, long look at the motley crew of young girls trying to look mean and menacing and can't help but laugh. "Come at me, with all your might!" you yell. As you expected most of "The Imoutos" look pensive after you said that, but their "Leader" (Some Brunette that's thin as a rail and wearing a flowing white trench coat, matching pants, some black boots and a chest bandage) swallows some pride and goes to sock you in your "Face".

You try to hold back a chuckle when she recoils in pain shaking her hand, then tell her "You have courage. I like that" before chucking her over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes with an Uchimata. You look down to see that she tried to sweep you off of your feet before getting up, but you don't even budge.

"Chris Brown this motherfucker!" one of the others on the sideline yells (Same outfit as the "Leader", but in Blue with Pink Hair and a Train Conductor's hat with a cut in the brim) and the whole group tries to take you down. You blast a couple of them away with the fastest "G-Lady Shot" you could throw, but the few that could get through or avoid it try to take you down to the ground by grabbing on to your arms and legs.

You hear yourself laugh as you twirl around like a ballerina and fling a couple of them hanging from your arms off of you, though it takes all of your reflexes to try and break through one of the "Really now... You hit like this and call yourself a gang?" you rhetorically ask as you feel a baseball bat get bent across your "Face", then watch it shatter and see the "Leader" girl from before try to tackle you the ground when you weren't looking.

"I'm going to Okonkwo Rape you so FUCKING HARD after this!" she grunts, but there's no effort to her grab and you toss her to the ground with a Ippon Seoinage as the rest start to scatter in fright.

"What the hell's going on?" a girl from inside asks as she steps out of the place. You turn to see she's quite a looker, even with that silly eyepatch and the short hair... Though, she's just a tad too young for your tastes.

>A. Tell her that her crew were acting like dicks in the nicest way possible. (Roll 1d20)

>B. Shrug your shoulders and walk inside without saying anything.

>C. "It seems as though your crew got scared of lil' ole' me" and walk inside to get some food.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "G-Stinger" this bitch. (Roll 3d20)

>>343152
>>C. "It seems as though your crew got scared of lil' ole' me" and walk inside to get some food.

>>343152
>>C. "It seems as though your crew got scared of lil' ole' me" and walk inside to get some food.

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>>343168
>>343172

You simply say "It seems as though your crew got scared of lil' ole' me", then walk past her like she was't even standing there and head inside to get some food.

The cashier (An older gentleman) looks outside and asks "Did you break up those punks outside?", then smiles when you nod. "Take whatever you want on the house."

"That's generous of him" you think, then give him a quick "Thank you" before getting a half-order of the regular chicken, some coleslaw and a soda. "The weren't all that tough" you ponder as you take a seat and quickly take off your "Face" and jacket for a brief moment when the beanpole from before points to you in the window, though when the eye-patch girl looks at you, she seems to go off on the beanpole in Japanese as the two of them shoulder each other down the street.

"Ah, the folly of youth" you think out loud as you slip your "Face" back on and eat your meal in peace and quiet, the older guy explaining how "The Imoutos" had been harming business and wrecking bits and pieces of the shop for protection money... Which sounds like the saddest thing ever, but at the same time is fairly typical for a town like this. "I could never be a hero" you think with a sigh as the sun starts to slowly begin to set. "Too much work & hassle to ty and keep up appearances and be someone I'm not..."

"Again, thank you for the meal" you tell him, leaving $5 for a tip before you head back out into the streets, catching a cab quickly and pondering where you should go next...

>A. Tell him you want to head towards "Natural Park" in Central City's suburbs; You want to continue your Ki training from earlier there under the moonlit night.

>B. Go to Chinatown and cruise for some more people to fight; Those schoolgirls couldn't even begin to scratch your itch for combat.

>C. Tell him you want to go to the "Dream Amusement Park" on East Island; You haven't been to one in ages and feel like clowning around before night falls.

>D, Write-In Vote.

>>343235
A
let's train and learn iori style projectiles

>>343235
>>A. Tell him you want to head towards "Natural Park" in Central City's suburbs; You want to continue your Ki training from earlier there under the moonlit night.

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>>343241
>>343249

"Natural Park, please" you tell him, then sit back and relax, falling asleep halfway through the ride. When you wake up, you're at the entrance to the park with the sun setting at your back.

"OK, that'll be $60 mack" the cabby tells you.

You flash a $100 bill and get your change, then bow to him after getting out of the cab and start to walk through one of the hidden wonders of South Town, a "Park" that makes Ney York City's central park look tiny and quaint by comparison. Though it's just close enough to Central City's suburbs that you can see the white-picket fences on some of their houses if you find a mountain tall enough to climb, the environment and eco-system is closer to that of an equatorial forest with some exotic animals living here. Interestingly, there's also a farm and a small airfield somewhere farther north, though you don't travel that far and instead head towards the first clearing you can find that's far enough away from the din of of the highways.

"What is it about being among nature that's so... Calming to my senses?" you wonder as you take a seat under an ancient, massive tree and slowly, calmly collect your thoughts and try to tap into your Ki like you had back in "Shangri-La". To your surprise, it's like flipping on a light switch compared to before and you have no problem at all drawing out your latent power, the purple glow starting to really shine as the sun sets and the sky darkens. After a while, you draw your inner Ki back into your body and stand up from under the tree, walking out to the clearing with a clear picture of what you want to train in your mind...

>A. Focus on improving your current "G-Lady Shot" even further, reducing the time it takes to fire one off as well as how powerful they might become. (Roll 1d20)

>B. Try to mimic the kind of "Ground-Skimming" projectiles Iori Yagami & Geese Howard use and transform the "G-Lady Shot" into something different. (Roll 3d20)

>C. Thick long and hard about making a kind of "Super-Projectile" to use as a new Desperation Move, then practice it with a clear mind. (Roll 3d20 and come up with an idea for what this new DM could be; Pictures are encouraged with this vote.)

>D. Practice adding an Aerial version of the "G-Lady Shot" to your repertoire, like how some members of the Sakazaki family used to use (Roll 2d20).

>E. Write-In Vote.

===

And that's the thread everybody! Thanks for all of y'all supporting this quest. I'll be back tomorrow at the usual time (10 AM PST/1 PM EST/5 PM GMT)

>Player Question:
How long should I run these sessions? I get the distinct feeling that I lose some players near the end of each thread and part of me wants to sign off on a high, rather than let things slow to a crawl...

>Bonus Question:
Thoughts so far as we live our life under the influence of "G-Mantle's" Mask?

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>>343327

>"Thick"
>Not "Think"

That's what I get for looking up characters that kind of have the body shape "Tsunami Tsuyako" would have.

>>343327
>>B. Try to mimic the kind of "Ground-Skimming" projectiles Iori Yagami & Geese Howard use and transform the "G-Lady Shot" into something different. (Roll 3d20)
This
We evil now

Rolled 8, 8, 8 = 24 (3d20)

>>343327
>Skimming" projectiles Iori Yagami & Geese Howard use and transform the "G-Lady Shot" into something different. (Roll 3d20)
It may be just a couple just pass out? I know I should have gone to bed a couple hours ago if I get the job tomorrow.

Though I don't quite get being lady g-mantle though. Could also be from being hot as fuck and tired as hell.

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>>343347

>It may be just a couple just pass out? I know I should have gone to bed a couple hours ago if I get the job tomorrow.

Well that's the thing, I feel like I can get more done in a 5 hour window than a "5 Hour Window, 1-2 Hour break, 2-3 hour window" kind of schedule. That, and I think it kind of gives the most amount of input for each and every vote.

>Though I don't quite get being lady g-mantle though. Could also be from being hot as fuck and tired as hell.

The MC has been haunted by a mask after doing some FightChan-approved stuff to get rid of a ghost. She's tried to break the mask twice and throw it off of a bridge, but then decides to let FightChan decide what she should do with it... And then some Anon gets Quints and posts "Put it on".

In short, we've been possessed by the mask and don't know the wiser. As for who the MC is, she's NOT the "Original" Katja Hartkern from my first stab at a King of Fighters Quest.

Also, I forgot to add that the vote is open until tomorrow when I check in at around 9 AM PST or so.

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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>343327
>A. Focus on improving your current "G-Lady Shot" even further, reducing the time it takes to fire one off as well as how powerful they might become. (Roll 1d20)

>Player Question:
I'm Euro, so I'm here as long as I can usually before going to sleep.

>Bonus Question:
I enjoy it.

Also speaking if thick.

Rolled 6, 16, 3 = 25 (3d20)

>>343327
>>B. Try to mimic the kind of "Ground-Skimming" projectiles Iori Yagami & Geese Howard use and transform the "G-Lady Shot" into something different. (Roll 3d20)

>Player Question:
Haven't been on in a while, but I usually just stay on until I really need to sleep, leave or shut down for any reason. Which is usually a few hours after I should have. People drop in and out on a board like this. Nature of the medium.

>Bonus Question:
I am enjoying the tint of violent crazy. Also looking forward to the moment of HSWTF/minor breakdown if we ever get the mask off.

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Apologies for the delay. I got distracted by one of the new KOF XIV trailers and cut one of my fingers, which had to be bandaged up and hurts like a bitch right now...

>>343848

Nice taste. The running joke I have with Fiona & Tsuyako is that they're both built like Street Fighter V rejects, with Fiona being the more obviously muscular of the two and Tsuyako looking like a solid wall of woman, sort of like Rainbow Mika minus muscle-tone...

>>343869
>>343347
>>343337

>Updates Resume

>You're still "G-Mantle Lady"

As effective as your current "G-Lady Shot" is, something just doesn't seem "Right" to you about firing a projectile from your hands that you could be swept out of, or get interrupted by running slide to your shins. So, you take a moment to really focus and try to visualize the kind of projectile the likes of Kyo & Saisyu Kusanagi, Iori Yagami and Geese Howard, let the flow of your Ki build in your arms...

And watch it follow your arms upwards as you throw it out, like a standing version of your "G-Lady Upper". And again, and again, and again... With both arms even! "It's not bad... But, It's not what I want either..." You take a moment to calm yourself down, build up Ki into your arms and try a different hand motion, more like if you were bowling... And see your Ki scoot across the ground for like a foot before sputtering out, no electricity or anything imbued in it either...

"It's a start I suppose. After all, the quickest route to Carnegi hall is "Practice, Practice, Practice!" You stretch your neck a little and sigh. "This is going to be a LOOOONG night..."

>A. Keep trying to get the Ground-Skimming projectile down; You've almost got it down. (Roll 3d20)

>B. Switch tactics and focus on physical attacks for now. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Give up and take a walk back into South Town and look for someone to fight; You're getting low on money.

>D. Write-In Vote.

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>>344357

>No name in the field

And that's what I get for trolling /v/ so early in the morning...

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>344357
>>B. Switch tactics and focus on physical attacks for now. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 3, 18, 9 = 30 (3d20)

>>344357
>>A. Keep trying to get the Ground-Skimming projectile down; You've almost got it down. (Roll 3d20)

Rolled 14, 15, 2 = 31 (3d20)

>>344357
>>A. Keep trying to get the Ground-Skimming projectile down; You've almost got it down. (Roll 3d20)

>>344388
>>344421

You rotate your arms a little, stretching them out a bit before trying to pin down your new idea of a projectile and fire off a few more. Still, you get a kind of mini-uppercut feel to your attempts at a ground-skimming projectile even after you change up how you hold the Ki in your hands, where you release it, even how you throw it...

"Well, it's not lacking for power..." you think as you finally start to see some electricity seep into your attacks. "But it lacks range... And I can't get it to actually form on the ground consistently..." You spend about an hour going through all of the different kinds of hand positions, motions, where to release the Ki, where to focus the Ki... And in the end, the best you can cone up with for now is some kind of odd psuedo-projectile that looks like something that one KOF Boxer who keeps getting his invitations stolen would use.

"It's not bad... But not what I want" you hear yourself murmur as you get one of them to actually form on the ground for half a second before it fizzles out in a cloud of dust. You take a moment to pause and look up at the moon shining down on you and giving the clearing a pale glow. "This is quite lovely... I'll have to do these kind of training things at night more often."

Smelling the air and feeling the wind pick up and blow through you is an... Oddly calming thing, as you can feel your Ki subside into something more familiar to your body. Part of you wants to keep going and really get this projectile into your arsenal of special attacks, but on the other hand too much Ki usage can lead to greater fatigue down the road...

>A. Rest up and try to get the Ground-Skimming projectile down one last time. (Roll 3d20)

>B. Do some Kata drills and focus on improving your striking some more. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Head back through "Natural Park" and descend into South Town itself; You want to scratch a fighting itch that's been nagging you before getting another meal.

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>344578
>>B. Do some Kata drills and focus on improving your striking some more. (Roll 1d20)

>>344578
>>C. Head back through "Natural Park" and descend into South Town itself; You want to scratch a fighting itch that's been nagging you before getting another meal.

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>>344597
>>344656

>T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time! Y'all should know the drill by now. (Link your votes back to this post ASAP. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.)

>>344703
>>344597

>>344703
Lets do some Kata then.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>344703
>>B. Do some Kata drills and focus on improving your striking some more. (Roll 1d20)

>>344708
>>344714
>>344731

>G-Mantle Lady's Striking has Improved! A +2 modifier has been added to certain future rolls!

As much as you want to try and really nail down the kind of projectile you really want, there will be time to do it another day. Besides, you did a pretty good job for just the first day and if you can't actually get what you want in time, you've at least got a base idea for a new Special Move (Though you're not really the kind of fighter that would through Ki-Enhanced sand in people's faces).

"Time to focus on the muscles" you think as you do a few stretches and then spend some time on a couple of different "Katas": One focused on punches, one focused on kicks, and one that uses all of your limbs as well as movement. You pass through them all with flying colors, the moon rising as you start up the "Combined" Kata. Time seems to melt as you quickly get through it, your hands & feet almost blurring in your vision as you do a clipped version of your "Phantom Pain" desperation move, finishing with an uppercut that nearly lights up the whole clearing.

"OK, that's a good sweat for now... Let's see how much I've got for food." You do a couple of quick cool-down stretches and the check contents of your wallet. "I'll be OK for tonight. I'll probably have to start mugging or enter a tournament soon though..."

You calmly button up your sleeves, put on your jacket and hat and close your eyes under the gigantic tree, smelling it and reflecting on what that "Master Wuxia" guy had said.

"What am I hiding from? What do I need to hide from with this kind of power? ... Better yet, what do I need to do to prove myself and my power to those that choose to doubt me?"

You hear your stomach talk to you and break up your thoughts. You'll have time to get back to them later, when you get something to eat... Or when you find a target to let and try out your the fruits of your labors tonight.

>A. Leave "Natural Park" for now and prowl the streets of South Town for "Targets".

>B. Leave the "Park" and get something to eat; It shouldn't be too late to find a place that's still open.

>C. Stay in the "Park"

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>344840
>>A. Leave "Natural Park" for now and prowl the streets of South Town for "Targets".

>>344840
>>A. Leave "Natural Park" for now and prowl the streets of South Town for "Targets".

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>>344846
>>344874

"Here's to finding a good one tonight." You smile and take one last look around the clearing and ginormous tree, making a mental note where you are before walking back through the moonlit forest and arrive at the entrance of "Natural Park" to find that they had closed a gate on you...

"Well, that's good to know for the future." You hop over the gate in a single bound and land on the other side with the grace of a cat before slinking off into the shadows of the picture-perfect suburb just beyond the "Park" (That feels more like a jungle, now that you stop to think about it). While the manicured lawns and pastel-colored houses make you hum "Little boxes, on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky", but it takes a good half a hour to find the grim'n'gritty city of South Town that has energy which draws you in like a shining beacon.

You follow the strongest source of the energy and casually walk the streets at night, once more ducking into shadows when you even so much as think you hear a siren... After all, you broke into a mall and stole some clothes, not to mention beat up a couple of people in a back alley so it would make sense that Souh Town's boys & girls in blue would be looking for you. On the other hand, the police force is thought to be corrupt enough that you can buy your way out of indictment if you've got enough cash...

"OK, here we go..." You stick close to a wall on the corner of a deserted street, the energy you had felt faintly from earlier drawing close... "I wonder who it could be?"

>Roll 1d100 and post a picture of the unlucky victim. Highest roll among these votes will "Win".

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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>345027
Muay tai fighter focusing on punishing strikes.

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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>345027
Mafia Enforcer, no style, street brawler.

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Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>345027
Perpetually drunk brawler. Feindish breath weapon.

I'm not sure how long I can run today. My hand is really starting to hurt.

>>345099

"Jesus, it smells like a walking trash compactor soaked in bourbon." You nearly give yourself away because of how badly you want to gag as an old guy with a huge beard and his pants hanging off of his bony ass stumbles down the street, muttering to himself in what only kind of sounds like English.

"sdgfdnfcArrrighty tdhttthen! gotjhr bdown rthejgfr thing edrzx? Haz!"

"This guy couldn't be... Bah, I'll just make it quick to spare him the trouble."

You quickly dash in front of him and try to smack him in he face with a Left Hook, but he falls over himself and trips you up on pure accident. You quickly get up to your feet, but he takes his time to try to think about what the fuck just happened and pull up his pants.

"Wrhfhtarfgh!?" he gets wide-eyed and points at you with a bony finger. "DEmon! Dveyoil! Sfgtujkiomgf ain't gomnna trfying tfohno lzwsnkmkosn FROM Me!' he yells, his breath smelling even worse than you imagined up close while tries to hold together a boxing stance.

You cross your arms and take a long look at this drunkard trying to hold his own weight up to fight and... Almost feel sorry for him? No, fuck that, you're G-Mantle Lady; You hound these streets to find people that can make you become ever-stronger and if that person happens to be a sailor that's a drunk and older than time itself, so be it. "Well, if he's really serious, I suppose I'll oblige him for a little bit..." you ponder as you slickly move into your stance, a mean glare in the drunk's eyes as you stare him down.

>A. Overwhelm him with fast strikes. He'll go down easy enough. (Roll 1d20+2)

>B. Let him try to stumble towards you and counter this drunk's (Probably) feeble attacks. (Roll 2d20)

>C. Space him out and screw with whatever natural timing he has with long-range attacks and "G-Lady Shots". (Roll 3d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Walk away from this fight, because this just doesn't feel right...

>>345359
>E. Walk away from this fight, because this just doesn't feel right...

>>345359
>>E. Walk away from this fight, because this just doesn't feel right...

>>345359
>>E. Walk away from this fight, because this just doesn't feel right...
Run. Run from the scary drunk guy.

Fun Fact: The drunkard's speech patterns are almost as bad as what one of my updates looks like before proof-reading it. (Dyslexia is a fucking bitch.)

>>345364
>>345440
>>345581

You wait for this crazy old drunkard to make the first move, but he eyes you down, his body shaking like he's got Parkinson's disease. He's got a good eye though and you have to feint a couple of quick standing jabs just to get a response out of him. He yells something indecipherable and tries to go for a running grab, but he's not nearly quick enough to actually touch you... But instead of countering his clumsy attack, you simply trip up his feet and watch him nearly fall over himself. "Something just doesn't feel right about this..." You take a look a him scrambling to his feet and shake your head. "No... Not this time."

"Ahgyrmhg COME ON! YoufgdnxsbfcgdczcxbmhGrahhh!" he yells as you turn your back on him, then spin around to block his wild haymaker that throws off his balance and helps him face-plant him into the pavement. "There's a lot of power within him, but he's either past his prime as a fighter or never was one to begin with..." He gets himself up off the ground after a couple push-ups and goes for another punch, this one aimed at your gut. You block it easily, but instead of grabbing him over your shoulder with an Uchimata or even locking your patented "Arm Bar of Doom", you break away from him and try to back away... Only to feel your stomach churn as he spews out some kind of poisonous breath with a belch. You actually feel your hands take off your "Face" and nearly puke your guts out at the smell until you hear the click of a lighter.

"OH FUCK." you slip your mask on and try to break out into a sprint, but the explosion of that guy's breath blasts you forward and you crash into the ground flat on your back. Your ears ring like the drums had been blown and your chest hurts as you try to shake away your blurry vision, hoping that you'll regain it quickly.

"What... What happened to my face?" You try and lift up one of your arms to feel your "Face", but everything hurts so damn much at the moment that you grunt in pain as you clumsily flop over onto your stomach and hold your gut in pain. "Come on, crawl, keep moving... Got to get to a hospital..." You try to crawl in any general direction as your vision is still too blurry to make anything out, but again feel your body collapse and fall over, the "Man in the Moon" smirking down on you from the sky above.

"Mum... I'm sorry... Dad... I'm so sorry I was such a bludger in life..." You're breathing heavily now, everything hurting like hell as your eyes start to tear up to clear your vision. The corner you were standing on looks like it's covered in soot and the drunkard whom you tried to fight is sleeping it off in front of you, his beard burnt off from the explosion and his snores loud enough to...

>(Cont...)

>>345813
And that is why you don't fuck around with harmless looking old men who can survive wandering around this shithole city after dark while pissed out of their head.

>>345813

"To hell with this, I'm sleeping it off" you think, closing your eyes and letting your breathing relax as the clouds up above start to move in and block the moon... Until you feel a gloved hand punch you in chest to try and wake you up.

You yelp in pain, but at the same time your breathing feels stronger than it did as you open your eyes and see a tall guy in Motorcycle Leathers and a full-face Helmet staring down at you. "Am I dreaming again...?" He seems to be looking you over, surveying your injuries before yelling "Don't worry Sunshine! I got'ya!"

"I feel like I'm flying..." You can feel your body get picked up to your feet and rest on his strong shoulders while walking you away from the crazy drunken psycho that stared this mess.

>A. "Who are you?"

>B. "Why are you helping a shadow like me?"

>C. Try to get a good look at this guy; He seems familiar to you... (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "Mum? Dad? Is that you?"

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>345903
>C. Try to get a good look at this guy; He seems familiar to you... (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>345903
>>C. Try to get a good look at this guy; He seems familiar to you... (Roll 1d20)
>Sunshine
...Katja?

>>345903
>>E. "Mum? Dad? Is that you?"
Hope ya hand starts feeling better mate.

>>345934
Or K'. Either or.

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>>345972

Thanks. It's just a decent pressure-cut on my Index Finger and the wound itself is already bandaged up, but the bandage itself is pretty cumbersome to try and type with.

>>345917
>>345934

You feel like every step you're taking is bouncing your insides all around, so you steady your breathing and try focus straight ahead of you... But not before you get a glimpse at just who this guy might be in between blinks and tears watering up your eyes.

"This guy has strong arms, that's for sure... Built like a swimmer almost with shoulders tapering down to... Well goddamn, his ass is better than mine." You can't think of anybody you know that could be this guardian angel and he's too tall and strong to be The Mayor of South Town (Who wears a get-up similar to this all of the time)... But you hold those thoughts when you ope your eyes and find yourself propped next to a row of public pay-phones.

"OK, hold tight, I gotta take a call" he says, fishing out some change from a... Pink, fuzzy change-purse?

"Damn it... Well, of course he's got a better ass than you; Gay guys always do."

"Bloody'ell, you tyin' t'crack on me right now?" he asks you with the visor of his helmet up slightly, his voice clear and kind of deep-sounding. "Keep it in your Daks mate" he adds before turning around to and putting the phone up to his helmet.

"Who is this guy?" You try to get one last good look at him when he takes off his helmet, but you can barely hold your head up and feel your neck give out, gently filling your face with the cold metal of one of the pay phone's covers. "Damn it all..."

"Great, thanks" you hear your good samaritan motorcyclist say before hanging up the phone and slapping you upside your head. "Oi! C'mon now, don't lose me here."

You groan in protest, then ask "Who was that?"

"Local ambulance I know. They'll patch'ya' up right quick" he replies.

>A. "... Thank you."

>B. "How's my face?"

>C. "So... Who are you? Why are you helping out a shadow like me?"

>D. Write-In Vote.

I'm going on break after this to start up my dinner and check to see if I need to re-wrap my cut, or if it's healed by now (It stopped throbbing a while ago). I'll try to be back in an hour or so. If not, I'l check in ASAP.

>>346133
>A. "... Thank you."
>B. "How's my face?"
Have a good dinner.

>>346133
>>A. "... Thank you."
>>B. "How's my face?"
Damn drunken sailors blowin shit up.

Finger wounds always hurt regardless of what actually happened.

>>346133
>>A. "... Thank you."
>>B. "How's my face?"
Aaaaaaaah- Katja NotKatja! I know it's probably not actually her but I can't not hope.
...
Good feedings. I'll just wait here. On the edge of my seat.

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Well, my wound's mostly healed and my food is cooking, so let's get on with this show!

>>346157
>>346193
>>346200

An A & B Combination is up and on the way!

>Pic Related: The Biker's helmet.

>>346639
>>346133

>Updates Resume

>We have no idea who we are right now

Even though you can't see this guy's face, you can't help but think of him without seeing the Archangel Raphael hiding behind that brightly-colored helmet of his.

"... Thank you."

"Ah, it's nothin' really... I know South Town's a rough place'n'all, but it doesn't give you the right to act like a fuckwit tosser."

"How's my face?" you ask, that burning/tingling sensation from before fading fast.

He flips up his visor to reveal an amazing pair of Slate-Grey eyes and a black balaclava with a T-shape in the eye sockets that almost hides the skin around his eyes, then flips it back down and tells you "Yeah, you should be alright. That mask you had on absorbed a lot of the blast."

Your eyes widen when you hear that, your body starting to shake. "My... Face... WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY FACE!?"

"Hey! Calm the fuck down-"

"HOW CAN I? HALF MY FUCKING FACE HAS BEEN FUCKING BLOWN OFF!" you yell, then nearly fall of the pay-phone "The Biker" had propped you up on.

He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and sits you down on a bust-stop bench. 'LISTEN TO ME!" he thunders, his voice almost an octave higher and sounding kind of girly to your ears. "You're damn lucky that ripper of a bang didn't take your bloody head off! Shit, if you didn't have your "Face" on you prolly would've had your jaw blown up through your fuckin' skull!"

"He sounds like my dad almost" you think as you're left speechless, "The Biker" going off on a tirade but calming himself down. "And I don't know what yer' doin' out here in the middle of the bloody night, but a life in the shadows AIN'T. WORTH. LIVIN'. OK?"

He shakes you with a good amount of force with each of the last four words he says, then seems to catch himself as you start to cry. "Look... I know, it's hard yakka livin' here. I used t'live her too... I know easy it is to lose 'yerself, to start chuckin' sickies and runnin' round with crooks and drownin' your sorrows in tinnies & stubbies."

"What the hell is he saying?" you think, but let yourself cry some silent tears as he seems to start wrapping it up.

"... But you shouldn't be havin' a sook over this. We all mistakes in our lives. I'm just sayin' that you don't have to carry them with you everywhere, or step in bog every time life gives you lemons."

Just then, a white panel-van with tinted windows rolls up, the doors flying open and a couple guys dressed like they were extras in "Rebel without a cause" come to greet the two of you.

"Well, I better take off now" "The Biker" says as he stands up, then explains "Hospitals around here are a fuckin' joke since the Kagura Clinics all closed, but these're some good guys that'll patch you up in no time and don't ask questions."

[red]>A. Ask for his name. You need to know this man's name.[/red]

[blue]>B. Nod & let the "Medics" take care of you.[/blue]

[green]>C. Ask if you'll ever see this compassionate man again.[/green]

>D. Write-In Vote.

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>>346818

/qst/ ate my image.

>>346818
>[red]>A. Ask for his name. You need to know this man's name.[/red]
So if ya switch machines you don't get all the qm stuff.

>>346818
>A. Ask for his name. You need to know this man's name.

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>>346860

Seems that way, yeah... It's the one hang-up I have for this board compared to /tg/ to be honest.

>>346865

"W... Wait" you let out with an almost-gasp as you go to tug on this guy's leathers.

"Hang on, I'll lift you up" he says and shoulders you back to your feet once more.

"I just... I want to, no, I... I need to know your name."

"The Biker" takes a second to think it over as he hands one of the "Greasers" a wad of cash. "I'dunno, I kind of don't have one..." He sheepishly admits as they count and check the legitimacy of his currency. "My friends all call me "Grumbles" because they think I'm always pissed off about stuff..."

Once they finally find that the cash is A-OK, the guy on the right asks him "Hey Grumbles. Who's the girl?"

"Dunno. Some bloke who had one-too-many from the Bottle-O went off his rocker and lit a fireball that nearly took out half the block" "Grumbles" explains as a the other guy runs around back to grab a stretcher and an IV bottle.

"Mr. Grumbles... Makes me picture something fluffy, like a Koala Bear" you think as your handed off and carefully placed on the stretcher, "Mr. Grumbles" giving you a wave before walking back down the street you came from before you pass out in the back of the van, the motion of it haulinng considerable ass washing across your body.

~~~
>Sometime Later...
~~~

You wake up with the sun in your eyes, what feels like your whole body in bandages and a drip inserted in your arm... Not an unfamiliar experience at all. At least this place looks a lot nicer than Bernstein Ballroom's boiler room; Kind of low ceilings, but a lot of up-to-date equipment hooked up to some new-ish desk-top computers and every kind of bandage, salve and .

"Goddamn, Kat, what happened to you?" a man's voice asks.

You turn your head just enough to see some tall Asian guy in a suit like the one you wore leaning up into the doorway and a hat that somehow looks bigger than the one you had on.

"He must be...?" you start to think, but your mind draws a blank as he takes a roller-chair and sits up next to you.

"So, what's the skinny?"

"About what?"

"About how you got here, ding-a-ling."

"... Didn't those guys that run this place tell you?" you ask.

"Yeah, they said you made a call after getting caught up in an explosion about a mile away" he says, a sinking feeling in your gut.

"What about the motorcycle guy?"

"What guy?"

"Oh no..." you think, then explain the story you had with "Mr. Grumbles" to this man, watching his face change a little bit as you tell him.

"Man, that blast must've really rattled your bones, because some guy they found said he watched you black out, then staggered like a zombie with your arm out all the way to the pay phone bank."

>A. "Beg your pardon?"

>B. Explain again about that "Grumbles" guy. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Sit in silence to think over what exactly happened last night.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "I'm sorry sir, but who are you again?"

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>346988
>>B. Explain again about that "Grumbles" guy. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>346988
>B. Explain again about that "Grumbles" guy. (Roll 1d20)

>>347006
And ya explain the fuck outta Mr. Grumbles.

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>>347006

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>>346998

"This guy has got swagger and charisma in spades" you briefly think, but then blink a few times to clear your mind. "I know what I saw."

"You were probably just shell-shocked-"

"I Know what I saw!" you yell, but gingerly take a breath as your ribs creak in pain.

"OK then, what DID you see?" he asks in a flippant tone.

You close your eyes, thinking back long and hard to what you saw and heard last night, getting every detail ju~ust right... Then tell him everything. How you did your training out in "Natural Park", confronting the dunk guy and trying to get away from fighting him, the explosion... It just pours out of you, especially what "Mr. Grumbles" had to say to you while you waited for the "Medics" to arrive.

This guy, who looks like a wannabe James Bond villain, intently listens and nods at every single thing you have to say... And when your done, he lets out a knowing sigh. "So tell me, Kat... Do you believe it all happened? Wasn't just booze or pills or anything talking?"

"Absolutely."

He takes some time to shake his head back and forth, looking like he's having a private conversation with himself before he gets up and grabs his phone.

"Who're you callin'?"

"Nobody" he curtly replies. "I'm digging up a photo I should've showed you a long time ago."

"Of what?"

You feel uneasy after asking that, then feel a chill go up your spine as the wannabe Bond Villain holds his phone up to your face. "That's who you met last night" he says and lets you cradle his phone to get a better look.

The photo itself is nothing really out of the ordinary; Just two guys and a girl take a "Selfie" in a packed bar... Except one guy looks like Frank Zappa, the other guy is taking off his stylish sunglasses and hat while woman looks like your mother if she had blonde hair, blue eyes... And was built like a brick shithouse...

"That's... That's..."

>A. You.

>B. Your Sister.

>C. Your Mother.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Break his phone and demand to know where the fuck the bitch that destroyed your face and took your King of Fighters invite is. NOW!

===

And that's it for today! I thank y'all for sticking it out while I tried to type through the gradually-lessening pain today. To make up for the lack of updates, I'm planning to run one last session for this tomorrow at the usual start time (10 AM PST/1 PM EST/5 PM GMT).

If that plan somehow happens to fall through, of course, I'll keep y'all posted when I could continue through my Twitter feed (https://twitter.com/WeaselThat).

>Player Question:
Any thoughts on what the fuck the Mask has done to our dear, sweet bitch of a Katja's mind?

>Bonus Question:
Which side character so far deserves a brief light to be shined on?

>>347128
>>C. Your Mother.
Turned it into mush? Overwrote some memories or brought some repressed ones into light?

No one really. Just hope Bizuki doesn't show up. Actually maybe Jeane-Claude Gabriel? See his thoughts of !Katja. Or maybe Kaz?

>>347128
>C. Your Mother.

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>>347139

>Just hope Bizuki doesn't show up.

I said it in the 5th thread, I'll say it again:

"Bizuki was a mistake." ~ That Damn Weasel

"dice+1d20"

>>347128
>>>B. Your Sister.

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Due to circumstances outside of my control (AKA "A Fuck-Ton of Laundry that I've been too lazy to take care of until today"), The King of Fighters Quest: Reborn #9 will be delayed by up to 2 hours or so from the usual starting time.

I'm expecting today's session will probably start @ Noon PST/3PM EST/8PM GMT. If that time passes, I'll check back into this thread and give Y'all an ETA for when we can resume this sucker.

>Pic Unrelated: Some of the "Pool" of characters that could show up at any given "Friday Night Real Bout" tournament

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>>348119

Also forgot to add that the vote is still open and y'all can discuss whatever among yourselves until I can check back in.

Have a drunk Kazahaya selfie on me.

>>347128
>>B. Your Sister.

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OK, I got through my laundry quicker than I expected, so I'll ally up the votes and get cracking on the first update for today's session.

>>348147
>>347987
>>347139
>>347143

>T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time! Y'all know what to do.

>Pic Kind-of-Related: The latest team to get shown off for KOF XIV

>>347987
>>348640

>>348640
ur mum

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>>348645
>>348646

I might have to flip a coin on this one... Any objections? Go full Voltron?

>>348719
>our sister is actually our mum
Nope

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>>348728
>>348646

OK then! Option C takes the vote and the first update is on the way shortly!

>>348728
Southtown, not Chinatown.

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>>347143
>>347139
>>346988

>Updates Resume

>We still have no clue about who we really are

"That's my mother..."

"You think so?" the Asian Bond Villain asks as he smoothly snatches his phone back from you.

"Well... Well, she had Brown hair and these odd, almost golden eyes but... But that's her face. And I know that's her smile..."

"But she's not among the living anymore, is she?" he asks you while wiping off his sunglasses.

"... No, she's not" you admit, your voice almost breaking thinking about the day she died and finding the food she made for you with the last ounce of her strength.

"Ah damn, I got to take this" you hear the Asian guy who hasn't introduced himself to you yet mumble. Then he turns to you and says "I know this a touchy subject and a lot to take in... But, I know somebody that can tell you all about this."

"R... Really?"

"Yeah... His name is Gabriel. He lives up in this creepy mansion near the Northernmost part of "Natural Park" and he's busy enough that I wouldn't try to reach him at night, but I know for a fact that he can tell you everything you need to know."

"Thanks... Er..."

"You don't recognize me?"

You crane your neck towards him and take a look, no one coming to mind that his this guy's style of dress or facial features. "No, I guess I don't" you admit with a sigh. "Should I?"

"... I'll tell you what. Next time you see me, or want to get something in Chinatown, tell them "The Wind" sent you and you'll probably cop a free meal."

And with that, "The Wind" departs, an animated conversation you wish you weren't privy to fading through the walls. "The Wind"... What's that in Japanese? Chinese? Korean? Thai? ... He didn't have an accent either."

>A. Drift off to sleep.

>B. Stay awake and call for a nurse or whatever to get the TV in the corner switched on.

>C. Try to stay awake and think about your night and some of the wilder things that lead up to it. (Roll 1d20)

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>348915
>C. Try to stay awake and think about your night and some of the wilder things that lead up to it. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>348915
>>C. Try to stay awake and think about your night and some of the wilder things that lead up to it. (Roll 1d20)

>>348919
>>348928

You lay your head down on a curiously comfy pillow and take a look up at the ceiling, a map of the planet above you like you were a little girl living underground in Coober Pedy again. You let out a yawn and struggle to keep your eyes open, your body not exactly primed or ready to sit up for lengths of time let alone walk out of this "Hospital". "What happened yesterday...? There was this building full of crazy homeless people, a cool older Chinese guy..."

You blink a couple of times and shake your head to try and keep yourself wake, but it doesn't work and you fall asleep easily.

~~~
>Some Time Later...
~~~

Your body feels a lot better after an oddly dreamless sleep as you open your eyes to the sight of the sun giving the room a pseudo-orange glow, but you've got a bit of a headache and feel somewhat "Groggy". "I survived a blast that should've leveled a building, of course I'm going to feel off..."

You sit up a lot easier than when you first woke up and almost try to stretch out your arms, but stop yourself when you feel the bandages you've got on tighten. "I probably haven't had enough to eat. That's why my head hurts."[/] you think, your body starting to become in-tune with yourself once again. Sure enough, your stomach growls and you look around for something to alert the "Medics" in charge that you're awake and hungry enough to eat at a fucking Arby's right now.

"Never again... Not after that olive-loaf crap nearly destroyed my small intestine." To your dismay, you can't find a button, or a switch or anything like that, so you lay back down and try to think about what you saw and heard from earlier, right up until you woke up in that penthouse ("Probably "The Wind's'... Oh god, I'm not his mistress am I?")... And draw a blank.

Well, not exactly a blank... More like a vinyl record with songs censored, like what Jamaica did to some older Bob Marley records. "Who am I...?"

>A. "Your'e you, stupid!"

>B. "I need to meet that Gabriel guy to find out."

>C. Say "Why, I'm Rapestab McGenocide of course!" in a joking way... Then cry when you realize you've got amnesia.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "Katherine Hart."

>>349153
>>D. Write-In Vote.
Jackie Chan, obviously.

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>>349165

I'm going with this if there aren't any objections...

>>349153
>>A. "Your'e you, stupid!"

>>349165
>>349226

>T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time! Y'all know the drill by now. Or should I combine like new-age Voltron?

>>349282
I will happily go with >>349226

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>>349285
>>349226

OK, sounds good! Update on the way for Option A ASAP.

>Pic Unrelated: It's an ancient magazine on one of the shelves the MC can't reach

>>349300
>>349285
>>349226

"Jackie Chan, obviously..." you think and giggle at the thought of you trying to actually use nunchucks, but shake your head and mentally smack yourself in the face. "You're you, stupid! What else is there to know?"

You hear footsteps walking towards your room and put your thoughts on hold as one of the "Greasers" from last night walks in. "Hey. How're you holding up?"

"I could always be better, but I could always be a lot worse..." you tell him with some strength returning to your voice. "I'm hungry though."

"Chinese food alright? There's a place just down the way."

"Mate, I'm starving right now. I could eat a fucking building if my teeth were up to it" you reply.

"OK, I'll get you something in a minute! Jeez, lighten up lady."

"Sorry..." you groan with a sigh as he puts on a pair of gloves, grabs some equipment and takes a while to fully examine you, only talking to command you to move & flex certain parts of your body ("OK, open your jaw for a sec... Good! Now turn your head left... Alright, now to the right..."). When he's done, he grabs a cellphone and calls up that Chinese place he was talking about, what sounds like Cantonese coming out of his mouth (And could be some "Epic Bantz" between him and whoever's on the other end).

"OK, the money Grumbles gave us to take care of you offers two free meals twice a day: One in the morning and one right around now. Because you didn't wake up early enough to get the breakfast, do you want to splurge a little on dinner, or what?" he asks.

"Nah, I'm OK with whatever you ordered. I don't have any real allergies" you tell him and listen to him go back to yakkin' in a foreign language for a little longer, feeling more and more like he's trying to delay the inevitable about your injuries.

>A. "What's my prognosis doc?"

>B. Give him a look and see if he picks up on the fact that you want to know what he thinks about your injuries. (Roll 1d20)

>C. Lay back down and let him break any news about your status. You honestly trust this guy than most "Real" doctors.

>D. Write-In Vote.

Thread is on "Stand-By Mode" for now because the place I usually go to just lost electricity. Updates will resume ASAP and the vote is open. Really sorry for the inconvenience y'all!

>>349523
>A. "What's my prognosis doc?"

>>349523
>>A. "What's my prognosis doc?"

>>349523
>>A. "What's my prognosis doc?"

>>349536
>>349544
>>349565

"So... What's my prognosis doc?"

He takes a look at you, then says something in that crazy foreign language he knows and hangs up. "Well... It's good news and bad news."

"Oh..."

"Mostly good news."

"Yeah?" you ask, your face showing a glimmer of hope.

"You'll make a full recovery from all your injuries and I can't see there being any real complications down the road..." he starts to explain, but pauses for a moment like he's about to lay something heavy on you. "The bad news is that you're going to be out of action for a while and you might have to do some physical rehabilitation... And we're not exactly the kind of place for that stuff, y'know?"

"... I see."

"However, I do know a couple of people that could help with that" the "Greaser" adds with a knowing pause.

"If I've got the cash to pay for it, right?"

He nods and starts to put all of his stuff that he used to examine you away, sterilizing the stethoscope in a sink before he explains "They're all good guys, really..."

"I go to Tatsuya and his branch of The Kyokugen Dojo" you flatly tell him, then wonder where that tidbit of information came from because you draw a blank when you try to picture him in your mind.

"Oh? Great, he was one of my picks" he says. "What belt are you at?"

"Right before Black, I think. The wanker hasn't even talked about when I could do my test for it, or what I would have to do to get the certified Black-Belt" you explain.

The "Greaser" shrugs his shoulders, then replies with an "Eh" as a preface. "I heard his style's not as harsh as the real-deal Kyokugen though... More like what that Yuri chick does, but more butched-up for guys"

>A. Blow off his comment and tell him "Well good on you mate, I'll just talk to Tatsuya about my physical rehab."

>B. Nod, but ask him how much he knows about "The Scene" in South Town.

>C. Ask him who else he had in mind to help with your physical rehabilitation.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Ask him if he knows anybody that can get you to King of Fighters-levels of strength and fighting skill.You want to get in on that this year.

>>350188
>C. Ask him who else he had in mind to help with your physical rehabilitation.

>>350188
>>C. Ask him who else he had in mind to help with your physical rehabilitation.

>>350229
>>350237

You pause for a moment and let his crack about Tatsuya-Sensei's classes fade into the background. "Don't want to sound like that "KyokugenStronk" tripfag from FightChan right now" you think as you ask "OK, who else did you have in mind?"

"What, can't handle the "AWESOME POWER of the "Extreme Utmost Limit Way of The Empty Hand?"

"... That's what Kyokugen means?" you think, but don't say anything as the greaser guy waves it off with a hand.

"Eh, you're not missing much going to the main branch either. I couldn't hack it in either one, so what do I know?"

"Let me guess: Too much Soba?" you ask with a smirk.

"Oh gawd, that shit was so bland it took me a month before I could eat my mama's home cooking again without feeling like it was the most over-spiced thing in existence!"

You let out a hearty laugh, but have to stop when you feel your sides hurt just a little too much. "Seriously though, who else would you recommend? Because my Sensei's a little..."

"Overbearing when he wants to be, yeah. Well, it kind of depends on how much money you want to drop and how quickly you want to get back on your feet, because if money were no object there's this old guy in Chinatown that'll stick you full of needles and wrap you in some "Ancient Chinese Secret" shit."

"He any good?"

"Well, he claims to have found a cure for hemorrhoids, but he charges an arm and a leg for even the most basic stuff that I never tried to test it, not that I would need to or anything..."

"Of course you wouldn't" you think with an inward laugh at this guy's expense, but hold your tongue and ask "Kay... Anybody else?"

"There's the "Blood Aikido" dojo, but I'dunno, I haven't heard a lot of good things about them."

"Just how they run the place, or what?"

He shrugs and explains "It's just a rumor, but even though they'll help you out like you are now,, the day they think you're ready to fight they'll sick the most brutal guy they've got on you and if you don't either win or last long enough... Well, they'll drop you into the Port Town harbour with some new concrete shoes."

"Come the fuck on mate, that can't be real" "How the fuck would they have business if they really did that?"

"I'dunno, it's just a rumor. But there aren't real businesses aside from them, Lee up in Chinatown & your guy..."

>A. Nod and thank him, then ask to have some privacy.

>B. "What, is Dave at AVS Inc. too busy, or what?"

>C. "Anyone else? None of them seem to float my boat."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "What about that Grumbles chick who helped set me up?"