>>512825
>>C.Eh, it'll all come back to you in time. You're more concerned about your stomach growling back at you.

>>512838
This

When are we getting Roy cameo? :U

>>512825
C

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>>512840

In time.

>>512838
>>512878

You lean up against a clean side of the warehouse and take a look up at the blue sky for a moment. Your mind might be a mess right now, but you know deep down you'll find yourself again and it'll all come back to you in time... "I'm just worried I won't like what I find..."

You do a couple of quick stretches to allay any suspicions of loitering when you see a cop on patrol drive by, then start walking down the street in a northern-ish direction, the faint smell of food and the sound of your stomach egging you on (Plus the general feeling that the neighborhood you're currently in isn't exactly "Safe"). Whatever it is, it smells pretty good and probably would be a good change of pace from all of the Chinese take-out you've had. "Seriously, they need to make that place a legit hospital, because goddamn it kicks any HMO's ass to the curb."{/i] you think as your nose leads you to arrive at a garishly-decorated diner, the sign out front making you do a double-take.

"Kyokugen... BBQ? I gotta see this" you think as you head inside. Though the place is a pastiche of cliched 1950's memorabilia hanging around, there are several old photos of Takuma Sakazaki and other Kyokugenryu fighters in their prime hanging on the walls. You could swear that you recognize the one photo of a mountain of a man in the Orange Gi in one of them, but get

"I can help whoever's next in line" a booming voice asks as you turn around and again have to stop yourself from staring too much.

"What the fuck? Is that... No, it couldn't be..." You take a moment to register how surreal this is: Marco Rodriguez, one of the best new fighters in Kyokugenryuu's heirarchy, dressed up like a tacky bellhop taking orders and Takuma Sakazaki in the back shouting orders at the cooks in Japanese.

You order some Chicken Wings, a side-salad and a soda and grab a table to think things out, the only other people in the place a mountain of a man with a beard to match having a date with some browned-skinned beauty that wouldn't have looked out of place in a Brazilian Faevela.

>A. Look up the Kyokugen Dojo you might've trained at and head back to them for your physical rehabilitation.

>B. Check out that Chinese Acupuncture guy's place. It might cost a lot, but the guy apparently cured Hemorrhoids so...?

>C. Work on your own for physical training & rehabilitation. You're not up to having somebody bark orders at you about "Proper Form" yet.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Try to find out more about the weird old guy with the braided ponytail you can recall from your memories and see if he's interested in helping you.

>>512884
>>C. Work on your own for physical training & rehabilitation. You're not up to having somebody bark orders at you about "Proper Form" yet.

>>512884
>C. Work on your own for physical training & rehabilitation. You're not up to having somebody bark orders at you about "Proper Form" yet.

>>512884
>A. Look up the Kyokugen Dojo you might've
at and head back to them for your physical rehabilitation.

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>>512889
>>512897

Testing 1-2-3 Testing...

My house just shook from an earthquake and it was enough to shut off my router. Hang on y'all, an update's on the way.

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>>512960
California or Italy?
Hope you're okay.

>>512960
I blame Daimon

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>>512960

OK, that worked.

>>512964

California. I have nothing but condolences to what happened in Italy, especially when my extended family are technically from there. (Sicily's a part of Italy, but at the same time it's always been it's own 'thang.)

>>512889
>>512897

As much as going to the supposed "Miracle Worker" in China Town sounds, you need to be more responsible with your cash and who knows, maybe it's just a scam to fleece poor unsuspecting schmucks out of their hard-earned cash? Like Kale Water? On the other hand, something about going back to the Kyokugen Dojo for your physical rehabilitation just seems... "Off" to you.

Maybe it's the fact that the founder himself is hawking the image & mystique of his art to sell people on a 3rd-rate Barbecue Joint, but it just doesn't seem like the right idea to go back... "Well, not yet at least. I gotta crawl before I run 10Km with the instructor yelling at me from a car that's chasing us."

You shake your head as you look around, endlessly chewing on a piece of your chicken while overhearing a little bit of the mountain man makes some moves on his date. "God, how depressing is this? Never thought I'd see the day Kyokugenryuu turned into a literal McDojo, with Takuma Bloody Sakazaki playing the role of Harland Sanders... Are they really that hard up? And what does it say about the style of fighting as a whole? 'If you work harder than you thought was humanly possible, you too can get a Black Belt & work for minimum wage!' "

You take a nibble of your salad as a "Break" from your main course and stifle a chuckle when you hear a voice you guess was your Sensei's say that last part back... Then sigh at how real it is. "Yeah, nah, been there done that and got the bloody T-Shirt" you mumble under your breath as you attack your second piece of chicken. It'snot nearly as bad of a workout as eating endless bowls of buckwheat Soba (Which, honestly, wouldn't be terrible if they seasoned it properly), but after a week of eating Chinese Take-out that left you always wanting more you feel stuffed after a few more bites.

"I guess I really do need to be on my own for a while..." You quietly head up to the counter and ask Marco for a to-go bag, then take a long look at the two hobnobbing at the only other occupied table in the place. "And damn it, why can't I find somebody to treat me like that?"

You leave on that thought and quietly walk out, then hail a cab and clamber into the backseat.

>A. Ask him how far away the Beach is and see what he says.

>B. Give the cabby the directions to your gym. You're starting your rehab early.

>C. Tell him you want to hit up the mall in East Side Park.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 and try to recall where your home is and pay whatever it might take to get there. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>512999
>>E. Roll 1d20 and try to recall where your home is and pay whatever it might take to get there. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

Burn to recover from amensia

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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>512999
>E. Roll 1d20 and try to recall where your home is and pay whatever it might take to get there. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)
Greeting, fellow Califag.

>>512999
>>B. Give the cabby the directions to your gym. You're starting your rehab early.

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>>513016

It's why I always put the PST starting time first.

>>513003

"Where to?" the cabby asks in a thick, Easter-European accent (The kind you recall somebody you once knew saying "Hey cousin! You want to go bowling?" to you).

You take a moment to think it over, then reply "Home, I guess."

"And where's that lady?"

You close your eyes, furrowing your brow as memories try to flicker into your mind of what your "Home" looks like. "Snazzy apartment fit for a drug kingpin? ... No... Run-down project building in the ghetto? ... God no... Oh, wait, hang on I think it's..."

You open your eyes and plainly tell the cabie "29067 Birchwood Ct."

"The hell is that? Sounds like country cabin." he replies.

"Well, it is" you tell him, then flash a $50 bill in his face.

He looks at it, looks back at the traffic that's starting to already form, then takes it and says "OK, OK, just this once. I'm no good out in the country; Get lost all of the time."

You nod and stretch out in the back seat, oddly not the sticky smelly mess you'd expect a South Town cab to be and almost feel yourself falling asleep... However, a vision of a white mask jars you back to consciousness as you feel the cab swerve to avoid an accident-in-the-making. you hear the cabbie yell something in a slavic language that's kind of understandable to your ear? You don't try to make any heads or tails of it and stay a little bit more upright.

"Where are you from?"

"South Town mate. Been'ere for... A long time now."

"No, where did you come from?" he asks you again.

"Oh... Australia. I lived underground until I was 15, then went to Adelaide for school" you recall.

"Australia?! Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You remind of Russian woman I saw once. When I was chauffer in the old country."

You aren't quite sure what to say about that, but you mention where to take a left turn onto the backroad that leads to your house and soon enough, you can see the cabin in your mind's eye pop into view.

"I was gonna say "Keep the change, but i'll bet that paid for the whole trip huh?"

"Just about" the cabbie replies as you step out and take a look around, smelling the fresh air, feeling the breeze on your body... It really is home. Which is when you notice that a crew of people are apparently working on it by ripping the walls apart piece-by-piece.

"Well that's great..." Just as you turn around to try and ask the cabbie if you could get a ride back into at least the farther edges of South Town's outskirts, he drives off kicking up gravel and dust. "Just bloody peachy... Maybe the Rurosexual thing just ain't workin' out after all?"

>A. Finish up the rest of your food and take a walk on your property.

>B. Shrug and ask somebody to see what's going on with "Your" place.

>C. Roll 1d20 and see if that old motorcycle you stashed away in the Garage will start. (Only the first three rolls will be counted).

>D. Write-In Vote

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>513095
>>C. Roll 1d20 and see if that old motorcycle you stashed away in the Garage will start. (Only the first three rolls will be counted).

Burn to avoid costly repair jobs

http://imgur.com/a/GPlx4

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>513095
>C. Roll 1d20 and see if that old motorcycle you stashed away in the Garage will start. (Only the first three rolls will be counted).
>>513129
Good stuff

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>>513100

Going with this if there aren't any other votes.

>>513129

Already downloaded that whole folder, but thanks.

>>513095
>>A. Finish up the rest of your food and take a walk on your property.

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>>513100
>>513142

You shrug at the guys working hard on fixing your house ("Looks like it's an electrical thing... Hope I had enough to cover it because it looks pretty pricey t'me."), then head out to the small shack you call a "Garage" and dig around for a fold-out "Captain's chair". When you finally find it, you take a seat and start to eat out of your to-go bag in a spot out of everybody's way.

"Look at that view! Of course I'd pick a place like this to get my Ruro on." By the time the guys are on break, you're done with the rest of your meal and feel just a touch fuller than when you were in the cab, your metabolism feeling like it's kicking into overdrive over eating some solid protein... Which, strangely, gets you wondering about whether or not that old motorcycle you had found and half-restored is still in good enough condition to be ridden, because your car is nowhere nearby.

"Let's see... Here we are" You look around in the shed until you find something covered under a sheet and move around some ridiculously-heavy boxes to find what you were looking for. "1975 Norton Commando 850 cc Mk3... Only god knows how the fuck that Villiers engine doesn't shake the whole bike apart."

You wheel it out and take the cover off of it, then grab a small can of gasoline you had stored from when you would street race up in these mountains (And smirk at the memories of blowing off would-be "Initial R" heroes in the riced-out old Toyota Corollas & Nissan 240SXs). A careful pour of the fuel into the tank, a quick grab of a spar helmet you had for this thing and a kick-start into life...

And another kick-start into life.

Yet another.

Still more.

By now you overhear some of the crew on break are making bets on how long it'll take you to get this thing started, a few even wondering out loud if you'll even manage to get this old rust-bucket parts-bin special to even go.

"OK, one more try..."

>New Thread Theme:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxP1tyngq9o

You somehow manage to keep the thing lit and hunker down onto the frame, then give a wave before riding down your driveway and off into

>A. Head north to that Donut Shop/Burger Joint you never get a chance to visit.

>B. Head south back into South Town, stopping for gas to get directions and feel where you might want to go.

>C. Just ride and let the road take you wherever you might end up.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Go far north to the creepy mansion that Asian Bond villain told you about. You want to scope that place out.

>>513199
>>B. Head south back into South Town, stopping for gas to get directions and feel where you might want to go.

>>513199
>B. Head south back into South Town, stopping for gas to get directions and feel where you might want to go.

>>513199
>C. Just ride and let the road take you wherever you might end up.

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>>513203
>>513210

Even though you've got enough fuel on board your 'bike to make it into South Town itself, you stop in at a remote gas station to take a short rest and figure out where you want to go. Besides, riding your rusting old steed of a 'bike is proving to be harder work than you expected. "Bloody hell, it still feels like my legs are vibrating. Damn Shaker twins, what can you do?" You take a quick leak, look around for something to munch on (You settle on a bottle of Water) before getting enough gas to top up the ole' Norton, though not before you notice that there's some guy that looks like a cheesy 80's Pro-Wrestler trying to be a real-estate agent up on the small television the guy behind the counter has.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either... A new King of Fighters" he says with a sense of beaming awe, along with some kind of "Aw Shucks" kind of lilt in his voice.

"Yeah? Neat" you reply, then walk out and take a big sip of your water bottle before gassing up your bike. "Where to go on my roll... Where to let the long roll take me..." you hear yourself say as you finish up refueling your ill-handling beast of a motorcycle, then take a dog's age getting it restarted. "Probably has too much play in the frame whuch is why the handling's all kinds of fucked up" you think as you finally head back out onto the open highway.

>A. China Town. You want to check out that Hemorrhoids curing guy's shop, or at least blast for a few carefree hours at an arcade.

>B. Hit the Beach. The calming waves sooth your soul and you need an excuse to show yourself off on such a hot day.

>C. Head towards one of the more known fight spots around South Town and see what people in the "Fight Game" are doing on a... Sunday afternoon?

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Head towards Karuta AKA "Howard Arena". Maybe you'll run into that guy who's supposed to hold all of your secrets there? Or at least spectate a fight or something.

Going on a lunch break after this. I'll be back ASAP.

>>513285
>>B. Hit the Beach. The calming waves sooth your soul and you need an excuse to show yourself off on such a hot day.

>>513285
>B. Hit the Beach. The calming waves sooth your soul and you need an excuse to show yourself off on such a hot day.

Hello

>>513285
>>E. Head towards Karuta AKA "Howard Arena". Maybe you'll run into that guy who's supposed to hold all of your secrets there? Or at least spectate a fight or something.
Yo weasel!

>>513285
E

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OK, that took far, FAR longer than I thought it would... Nothing but apologies Anons.

>>513311

'Sup Sleepy?

>>513327
>>513293
>>513295

OK, it's >T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time!

Link back to this post ASAP with your vote. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.

>Pic Unrelated

>>513458
B>>513295

>>513458
>>E. Head towards Karuta AKA "Howard Arena". Maybe you'll run into that guy who's supposed to hold all of your secrets there? Or at least spectate a fight or something.

Happy as I'm not as large a fatass I thought I was when I weighed my self.

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>>513464

Same here, actually.

>>513464

Going to coinflip this like pic related if more players don't arrive soon...

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>>513494

>No Replies

Fuck it, going for the coin flip on this one.

1 = Option B.
2 = Option E.

>>513516
;_;

>>513525

Sorry for the delayed updates today y'all. Laptop's having trouble... The next one is on the way shortly.

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>>513525

Also, I got a touch impatient with that vote. I promise to not let a coinflip happen again.

>>513596
>>513474
>>513327
>>513311

Whil going to Sound Beach and just watching the waves crash down on the sand sounds like a good enough time, you decide to stop in at another part of East Island first: The old Howard Arena, now known as "Karuta". The place always had a kind of foreboding air to it and the architecture & foliage made you seem as though you were in Hong Kog, or Taiwan, or even on the set of a cheesy Fei-Long movie that turned out to be real... So, you recall that you were never really were interested in going there just to visit. On the other hand, you heard from that Asian Bond Villain guy that the man who probably knows more about you than you do at this point drops by there sometimes and it IS a South Town fighter's hang-out, so at the very least you could probably scope out some action if you wanted to...

You park your bike next to a long, low, black sportscar with a widebody kit that seems oddly familiar to you. "More like a Wangan Sunset job than an Initial R one... Not too bad at all" you think as you take a quick glance at it while taking off your helmet, then walk inside. Thunderclouds seem to be forming above you, but it only makes the air feel dense and "Muggy" as you faintly hear a couple of people fighting far off into the distance. Curious, you let your ears guide to the trademark pond "Karuta" is know for and lean up against a intricately-detailed gazebo railing to try and get a better look at a couple of fighters going at it across the pond.

"... Huh, thought I could read lips" you think as you see them both breathing heavily and talking. On the right is the Frank Zappa-looking motherfucker from that photo Asian Bond Villian showed you, though he's got a big, black coat that looked like could've been ripped out of a JRPG character designer's scrapbook. On the left though is somebody new your eye: An older woman with tan skin and the kind of air that suggests that she knows her way around a Dojo, or an wrestling mat... Or she even could be a Sumo, considering her size and body shape.

>A. Spectate from the gazebo railing.

>B. Roll 1d20 to try and get closer to the fight across the pond without tipping either of them off. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

>C. Focus on your own training for now and do some stretches in the small grassy knoll behind you.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Play out the fight as either Andrew Draco or The New Challenger.

>>513636
>>C. Focus on your own training for now and do some stretches in the small grassy knoll behind you.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>513636
>B. Roll 1d20 to try and get closer to the fight across the pond without tipping either of them off. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

Burn to eavesdrop

>>513636
>>C. Focus on your own training for now and do some stretches in the small grassy knoll behind you.

>>513636
>C. Focus on your own training for now and do some stretches in the small grassy knoll behind you.

>>513645
>>513658
>>513667

After a few minutes of watching them talk, you sigh and think "Eh, nah... I'll probably see them around again" and head over to the grassy knoll behind you to do some stretches. From how they were jaw-jabbing at each other, you probably could've eavesdropped on them and watched the fight up close without any trouble, but you came here to find your own self and train. "Besides, I could probably sneak into one of the Pao Pao Cafes tonight and keep my head down low in case somebody tries ti fight me..." you mutter as you feel yourself out.

Soon, you start to do some stretches your brain doesn't seem to remember, but your body does without any problems. "That's... Odd..." you think, but shake it off as you move on to some more advanced stretches that your brain seems to think "What? I can't do that?!" but your body does, though not without a few creaks & groans. The sounds of those two fighting echo throughout Karuta, though within half an hour they die down and the clouds start to break. It gives everything a kind of orange glow. "Well I'll be, that almost looks like a rainbow trying to form there... Nice" you think as you finish up the more advanced parts of your stretches, confusing you more and more as to how you're doing them.

"Got to get on that sooner or later" you mutter, but take a deep breath and smile at how you feel. At least it's nice to be back in the game a little bit, even though there's that oddly hollow feeling of not understanding how you achieved your fighting skills... "I'm like the founder of Aikido" you darkly think, then smirk as you feel your body swell with energy from in your core, the clouds starting to form up again and your hair standing up on end just a little bit...

>A. Keep going and start doing special move katas to keep the blood pumping.

>B. Do a few cool-down stretches and head out to somewhere else.

>C. Check in on that fight and see if they're still going or whatever. Who knows, you might get sparring match with the winner or something.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 & GO HAM. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

>>513718
>>A. Keep going and start doing special move katas to keep the blood pumping.
Though E is tempting.

>>513718
>C. Check in on that fight and see if they're still going or whatever. Who knows, you might get sparring match with the winner or something.
Always good to meet new people

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>>513749
>>513752

Voltron this? Or >T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time?

>>513791
Flip for it if there's no more votes

>>513791
Go with C then.

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>>513805
>>513752

C it is then. Writing the update ASAP.

>Pic Unrelated

>>513805
>>513752
>>513819

Part of you wants to spend all of that energy building up in your body by using it to pull of a Kata you've only thought you've seen, finishing off with a projectile attack you've never really gotten a handle on... But, as much as you want to at least try, you're not sure enough of yourself or your abilities that you might hurt yourself in the process.

So, you try to hold that energy in with a focus on your Ki you've again only "Seen" with your mind's eye, then take the short walk around the back half of Karuta's park-like area towards the pond, where those two from earlier are both sprawled out in a heap and overhear them talking for a moment.

"You're not bad for a young buck" the older woman says in between short breaths.

"And you're pretty good for an old lady" the Frank Zappa lookalike replies before groaning himself up back up to his feet. "you wannna do this again next week?"

"I'll think about it" the woman says with a big breath. "Gah, I wish I was younger! I missed my calling doing this shit!"

That gets a chuckle out of "Zappa", who replies "Hey, I'm no spring chicken either. i'm pushin' 30, after all."

The woman laughs out a "Fuck you" that sounds oddly familiar to your ear, though you can't quite place where you might've heard it before... Suddenly, you spot "Zappa" look around like his life was in danger and you come out from near a bush that was off to the right of the "Stage" they fought at.

"Sorry about that guy" you say with your hands, up and "Zappa" relaxes a little, though he crosses his arms and tries to lean his back up against a lamp post off to the left of Karuta's designated area for fighting.

"You watch us go?" He asks, slipping on a pair of sunglasses before you can see what his eyes look like.

"Nah... I wasn't in the mood" you admit.

"Well, that's a bummer because you missed out girlie" the woman says as she sits up off the ground. You half-turn and see she's dressed in Jeans, boots and a jacket over a singlet most Olympians would use for Wrestling or The Shot-Put/Hammer Throw/Weight-Lifting.

"Yeah... I haven't had a fight like that in a while" "Zappa" says, but checks his watch. "Ah man, I got to get going... Catch you later, Hurricane."

With that, the wannabe walks off and you shrug. "I'll try to get his number one of these days" you think, then turn around and squat down to see "Hurricane" eye-to-eye.

"Need any help?"

She huffs at you like she wanted to say "No Shit", so you grab her arm and apologize by saying "Sorry, I should've known better."

"Nah, it's OK. I might've pulled something, so y'should've asked" "Hurricane" replies as she gets back on her feet.

"You need a shoulder, or?-"

"Nah, I'm fine" "Hurricane" says, then does a couple of stretches to try and test herself out. "I gotta say though, you don't match your description."

"... Uh-Oh" you think, though you try to keep it cool.

>Cont.

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>>513901

"And what description would that be?" you ask in Japanese.

"Hurricane" looks at you funny, probably because you're a "Foreigner" that knows the language well enough to reply, but simply states:

"Well, "I'm "Hurricane" Hatsune Horikawa. You broke my daughter's arm and if I didn't just get through three rounds with that Blood Aikido guy, I'd feel like beatin' your ass. How's it goin'?"

>A. Offer to get her a beer at the Pao Pao Cafe and apologize in the most Japanese/Formal way you know how.

>B. Scratch your head and tell her where you'll be staying for the next few days; You'll be waiting for her.

>C. Roll 1d20 to GTFO of there NOW. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. "You know what? Fuck you and your hamplanet of a daughter. You wanna fight? Then bring it bitch!"

===

>Pause Updates

Sorry y'all, but that's it for today. I'll be back tomorrow at the same time as today's session and promise to move things along in a more timely manner; I always felt that for a series set in a world of fighting, there never was enough in my stories...

>Player Question:
Are the enough fights to keep these "Downtime" sessions interesting? Or conversely, do you enjoy the more "Comfy" parts of this quest?

>Bonus Question:
Do you want to see the MC carve out her own legend with a different name? Or keep living as "Another Katja"? (Trick question, I know.)

>>513938
>B. Scratch your head and tell her where you'll be staying for the next few days; You'll be waiting for her.
>Say a formal apology first
>>513938
I like the fluff and downtime. Gives her a more realistic feel. And yes.
Thank you for running.

>>513938
>>B. Scratch your head and tell her where you'll be staying for the next few days; You'll be waiting for her.


The downtime gives us a chance to figure stuff out. Though I do like the comfy parts the others are just as good.
And yes.

>>513938
>>B. Scratch your head and tell her where you'll be staying for the next few days; You'll be waiting for her.

Own legend.

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>>513951
>>513973
>>515080

>Updates Resume

>You're still "You"

You're eyes widen at Hatsune's accusations, mainly because you only vaguely recall what happened and the implication of the kind of person... You still are? The person you used to be? Regardless, it's pretty troubling to you. From the steely resolve in Hatsune's eyes, you kind of get the vibe that bullshit or sunshine blowing out your ass isn't going to impress her, or that lying or simply saying "Sorry" won't cut it either...

"Time to be the bigger girl." You scratch the back of your head and let out a sigh. "Well, I can't really run forever from what I did, can I? And I'm thinkin' it would've been plenty rude of me to try and sway y'to change your mind by buying you a round of drinks or whatever..."

Hatsune silently nods, crossing her arms under her chest like her daughter probably would've. Reccolections on what "Tsunami Tsuyako" looks like are hazy at best (Shit, you only just remembered her name), but by just being around Hatsune for a few minutes you can sense that her daughter's "Tough outlaw schoolgirl" wrestling persona is just a pale imitation of her mother's natural demeanor.

[i["Makes me think of... Well, the stories I've heard about Takuma Sakazaki." "So... How about this: When you feel like you're ready, you come find me and we'll settle it the old fashioned way."

Another nod from "Hurricane" Horikawa. "Alright, that sounds fair..."

She lingers on that last sentence like she's expecting you to tell her where you'll be and it's an awkward silence between the two of you before your brain clicks into gear and realizes that. "I live at 29067 Birchwood Ct." you finally tell her.

"That's way up in the mountains, isn't it?"

"I live on a 20-Acre parcel, yeah."

"How's the view?"

"Spectacular" you tell her with a smug grin.

Hatsune nods, again in the way you vaguely remember her daughter doing and asks "I'm looking forward to it" with an outstretched hand.

You shake hers with enough grip to show you won't back down and she grins a little. "Now, how about you buy me that round at the bar, eh? That Blood Aikido guy was kind of my ride over here..."

>A. Accept.

>B. Refuse.

>C. Tell her you'll drop her off at the Pao Pao Cafe, but you're not in the mood for drinking today.

>D. Write-In Vote

>>515218
>>A. Accept.

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>>515228

Going with this if there aren't any more votes.

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>>515259
>>515228

Alright, Writing for Option A. Update's on the way ASAP.

>>515280
Sorry at a GoT tourney.

>>515218
>A. Accept.

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>>515298

No prob Sleepy. Also goddamn this update took forever. Sorry for the wait y'all!

>>515305
>>515259
>>515228

"Ah, what the hell, she could be fun after a few beers in her..." You shrug and say "Sure. I need an excuse to celebrate getting out of the hospital today anyway."

Hatsune grins at that. "Heh, just like I used to do..."

"You'll just have to hold on ad keep your head down, because I don't have another helmet and the cops 'round here are just looking for an excuse to harass you most of the time" you explain as you lead her on the foot path back to the small parking lot where you left your 'bike.

"Huh, and you ride too?"

"Just for today. My car's gone walkabout and god knows where my cellphone is" you admit.

Hatsune looks at you funny, but doesn't say anything as you find that black sportscar's gone.

"Oh god, one of these things..."

"Yeah, I know it looks a bit dodgy, but I just got it out of storage today."

"Nah, I was thinking more about a guy I knew back in the day that thought he was hot shit for going to the trouble to import a Norton Commando like yours. Then he wrapped it around a fucking tree when he tried to get it to go around a corner" Hatsune explains as she bends over to try and stretch out her legs.

"He get hurt?" you ask as the two of you hop on your 'bike.

"Nah, fucker got lucky and just bruised his legs a little because he didn't fall right."

"Yeah, she's going to fun to hang with tonight." "So where to?"

"Where else? Pao Pao Cafe."

With that, you kick-start your Norton into life on the first try ("Right, NOW you start acting a touch civilized...") and ride off into the not-quite sunset, the clouds from earlier lifting again and shining random strands of light down like god was calling out a prophet in a cheesy biblical epic.

Soon, the two of you arrive at The Pao Pao Cafe, the place a touch more crowded than usual as it seems like some slutty-looking girl with a Toucan flying around her & Bobby Wilson are putting on a Capoiera performance... Or, well, it could be a fight. You don't know and honestly don't care; You need a drink.

"Whatchu drinkin'?"

"I usually hit up with some Stella, maybe neat gin if I'm on date" you admit.

"Sounds good. I'll order while you get us a table close to the stage" Hatsune tells you.

"She kind of reminds of Tatsuya a little too..." You catch yourself in an odd feeling of deja-vu over that last thought, mostly because the name that popped up in your head sounded familiar to your mind but you can't place where it might've been heard... You brush it off and get a decent-enough table as Hatsune bullies her way through the crowd to take a seat with you.

>A. "So, what have you been up to lately?"

>B. Let her talk.

>C. Just sit quietly and watch the "Show" for a little bit.

>D. Write-In Vote

>>515358
>B. Let her talk.

>>515358
>>C. Just sit quietly and watch the "Show" for a little bit.

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>>515379
>>515362

Combine these? Or >T-T-T-TIE BREAKER time?

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>>515404
Combine

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>>515410

Gotcha. Update on the way with a combination of Option B &Option C.

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>>515362
>>515379

You take a moment watch some of the "Show" just off to your left, the crowd Oohing & Aahing at Bobby Wilson and the Toucan chick either really fighting or just making flashy dance moves. "With Capoeira, you can never tell..."

Hatsune watches along with you for a little bit too in the noisy kind of silence that The Cafe can get. Eventually, she turns back to you lays out why she wanted you to have a drink with her, albiet with an awkward tone of voice: "OK, so before we get all lovey-dovey or whatever... I want to know what happened with you and Tsuyako."

"And here we go..." "Haven't you gotten enough of an ear-full from her on that?"

"Yeah, but as much as I love my daughter I'm not going to go after somebody, or fight somebody without hearing both sides of an argument."

"Sound enough logic.' You nod. "Well... That might be a touch difficult for me."

"Why?"

"Because i had a pretty nasty blow to the head and my memory of the last... Week? has been pretty spotty at best."

"You broke my daughter's arm a week and a half ago" Hatsune corrects you. "So please, for me, try to remember what happened."

before you could interject, your drinks arrive and get placed down on the table. "No cheers, I take it?" you ask, not even trying to hide how nervous this is making you.

"Nah, not yet."

"Well shit, so much for that..."

>Roll 1d20 to try and recall what happened. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>515444

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>515444
Nice trips

>>515458
Oh, geez. How bad was her head injury?

>>515455
>>515458

The dice gods are fickle beings, it seems... Also [b]Testing [/b] something while I write out the second half of this update.

>>515488

Well shit, that's not good...

>>515455
>>515458

You close your eyes, slowly droning out the sound of all of the chaos of The Pao Pao Cafe around you and try to dig deep into your mind back to a day that sounds like what you had done to "Tsunami Tsuyako"... And see nothing. Just black emptiness broken up every now and then broken up only by the flash of one of the Cafe's stage lights.

"Sorry mate, but I really can't picture it" you admit with a sigh.

Hatsune gives you that narrow-eyed look again, but relents when you again give off an intangible aura of sincerity. "Jeez, how hard was that hit to your head eh?"

"I... I think I was wearing a mask at the time that felt like it was indestructible; I couldn't break it with my bate hands or drive over it... And the blast I took broke it in half."

Hatsune quizzically stares at you again, but takes a second to glance back at the "Show" going on over your shoulders. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Loss of what?"

"Memory. Concussions and early onset Alzheimer's really screwed over my wrestling sensei."

She let's those words linger like she's looking for sympathy, but you don't catch it and figure that it's time for a toast. "Wanna raise a glass to how hard you're gonna kick my ass?" you ask.

"Why not?" is all she says as the two of you clink glasses and take a couple of swigs of beer... And immediately, it feels like you broke the ice a little bit and the weight in the air from talking with seems to have lifted just a little...

>A. Ask her abut what she's up to, where she's from etc. etc.

>B. Let her lead the conversation for now. You'very got questions about yourself you want answered too.

>C. Share a comfy, noisy little "Silence" watching the Toucan Girl & Bobby wrap up their "Show".

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>515534
>B. Let her lead the conversation for now. You'very got questions about yourself you want answered too.

>>515534
>>B. Let her lead the conversation for now. You've got questions about yourself you want answered too.

Computer'software acting weird. Sorry for the delay Anons.

>>515535
>>515538

You take another small sip, savoring the flavor of your liquid amber while Hatsune pounds hers down like you'be seen somebody in your past do. "If only I could put the name and face together..." you think, but get your thoughts broken up by Hatsune.

"So... What got you here?"

You shrug. "I don't know anymore... A paycheck? Bills to pay off? The rush?"

"Their all good reasons, but what made you pick Judo?"

You feel a little uncomfortable at first when you try to think about what style of fighting you started in, but quickly "See" yourself in a Gi doing some wicked take-downs in your mind. "My parents signed me up for it when I was young to help out my self-esteem. Turns out I had a good knack for it."

"Yeah?"

You nod. "I kind of lost the spark to keep going in college though. Ithe just... It felt lIke I was always a step back and everything I was doing wasn't enough to keep up.:

"It's the real acid test, yeah... I can remember that when I was young, I had to change my game up a lot just to feel like I was keeping up with expectations when I got admitted to Tokai."

"You went there too?"

"You kidding? I own their record boom for Womens Judo" Hatsune boasts.

"Well, pardon me for saying, but I always thought Japan's schooling system was rough and put a lot of undue pressure on people" you offer. "And I guess it kind of fried my nerves a little bit."

"Oh yeah, it really was hard on Tsuyako at first too... The pressure to fit in, to be nail that's flush with everybody else instead of sticking up..." Hatsune takes a swig to finish her glass off in style while holding that thought. "I never cared for it either. I just wanted to prove to myself that I was the best. Didn't matter if it was Judo, or Wrestling, or whatever. I wanted to be the best in the world."

You nod and take a small sip of your beer. She's got that same fire in her eyes, same as her daughter... Why can't you be burning on the inside like that anymore? "I guess I'm just a lazy bum, because I never was like that. I always was running up to awall and wondering why I couldn't scale it on the first try."

"That's the difference between a natural and a Judoka. The natural can go far, but the Judoka can't keep themselves at a high level of competition without drive or commitment" Hatsune states.

"Yeah..."

>A. Ask her about her Judo & Wrestling exploits. That fire in your eyes has you curious about how extensive her experience really is.

>B. Offer to ask about her personal life. She seems like the kind of woman that would've been right at home in a gang, or as the captain of... Something, you guess.

>C. Open up about your youth a little bit more. It's good therapy and you'll need an excuse for the next round of drinks that's coming up.

>D. Write-in Vote.

>>515622
>A. Ask her about her Judo & Wrestling exploits. That fire in your eyes has you curious about how extensive her experience really is.

>>515622
>>A. Ask her about her Judo & Wrestling exploits. That fire in your eyes has you curious about how extensive her experience really is.

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Don't mind me, just doing one last quick test.

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>>515692

Alright, that's got'er fixed. Now I just need to figure out why my stove isn't working and pack boxes upon boxes upon boxes...

>>515630
>>515674

You spot the Toucan Girl ("Zarina", her name was) & Bobby Wilson take a bow and blend into the background as the crowd starts to slowly thin out a little.

"I hate to sound like a clueless git, but

"You went to Tokai and hadn't heard of me?" Hatsune asks as she motions for another beer.

You nod. "I was pretty self-centered back then and none of the coaches ever mentioned you..."

"That's too bad..." is how it all starts, but you spend about an hour listening to Hatsune Horikawa's life story, laughing & crying all of the way: How her parents were practically slaves to the Mitsubishi Corporation living & working on Hashima Island and had nothing by the time she was born when the Island's coal reserves were depleted to next-to-nothing and all of the residents were evicted from their homes; How she grew up as a street urchin in Okinawa and learned how to deep-sea pearl diving from her mother to eke out a living at 13 and became known as a "Boss among Bosses" in highschool thanks to Karate lessons from her father; The countless matches and wins & losses from wrestling guys because of a lack of female competition, the gradual switch to Judo to keep faith with her coaches in College at Tokai U...

All of which was interesting, for sure, but the big thing that stood out to you was while you had given up on your Olympic dreams, Hatsune Horikawa actually almost got to achieve hers.

"Oh man... That's a sore spot for me" she says before taking the second swig of, what is it, her 4th beer? While you're only on your second?

"Why?"

"Because just about everybody except me was doing some kind of doping and nobody on the official's side cared" She replies with a matter-of-fact tone. "I think it was during the semi-finals, right before I went off against Meignan... But I realized I wasn't fighting people anymore; I was fighting monsters, beasts, inhuman beings... And that everything was rigged top-to-bottom."

"Really? Because I've read a few articles that went in length on how Japan's whole Judo team got hosed in Barcelona that year, but..."

"Oh yeah. I mean hell I had some guy come up to me and say, to my face, that "France must win" with a briefcase full of cash as an incentive" Hatsune says, really spitting out the word "Incentive" like something rotten was in her mouth. "I batted the fucking thing right out of his hands."

>A. Tell her to keep going; This is riveting shit.

>B. Let her off easy; You can tell this is a sore spot for Hatsune.

>C. Take a look at who's fighting on the main stage; You can hear a good struggle going on.

>D. Write-in Vote.

Roll 1d20 and give it one more try to recall how you broke Tsuyako's arm. (Only the first three rolls will be counted)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>515882
>B. Let her off easy; You can tell this is a sore spot for Hatsune.

>>515882
>>B. Let her off easy; You can tell this is a sore spot for Hatsune.
By
>>C. Take a look at who's fighting on the main stage; You can hear a good struggle going on.
Just got home. Did horrid so I dropped.

So weasel did you get KOF XIV?

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>>515887

>Dat wasted Nat 20

>>515891
>>515960

Sorry to hear that Sleepy. And yes,my copy of KOF XIV's on the way. Unfortunately, I wasn't early enough to get the Nightmare Geese or Classic Kyo DLC... But SNK's website gave me the "Kyokugen BBQ" idea, so it's all good.

>>515882

"Fuck mate, that's just awful..." is all you can muster to say before taking a drink of your Amber Liquid.

Hatsune offers up a solemn nod, letting her story of failed Olympic dreams fade away as you take a look at a couple of Muay-Thai fighters throwing out elbows & knees at each other on The Pao Pao Cafe's "Stage". You think you recognize the guy off on the right that seems to be one of the trainers, but you're not sure where he might've been seen before... 'It'll come in time. He's kind of cute too..."

"Well, then I got Silver when I should've won Gold, got a hero's welcoming home back in Japan, graduated from Tokai and was so fed up with life I became a pro-wrestler" Hatsune continues, again in that matter-of-fact tone.

"hat's why Tsuyako's in it now, huh?"

"Yeah... Well, it's that and Women's Wrestling - Shit, Greco & Freestyle Wrestling in general - is in a weird place right now with the Olympics and all of that" Hatsune explains.

"I've read about it a little bit, but what was doing the pro-wrestling gig in Japan back then like?"

Hatsune lets out a laugh that you figure is supposed to come off as being bitter, but is just a little bit too jolly to your ears. "Well, the first three years were great. I was booked to be the only "Normal"-ish person in the division, so I wrestled under my real name, I got to stick to my ground-style while everybody else was flipping off of tables, chairs and turnbuckles, I got a couple of title runs out of it..."

She trails off a little, watching the two Muay-Thai guys go at it. "But oh man, I was fucking terrible when I was Sock's age. I mean yeah sure, when I was starting to climb up the card in SNKPW, I was all business on a show night, but otherwise... I'd break every rule in the book. Drinking, drugs, I'd dress like some kind of tomboy stripper just to have an excuse to beat people up, I was fucking cute pieces of ass just to try and feel something... Emotionally I was just a wreck, all over the goddamned place."

"Well this is fucking awkward, ain't it? I almost feel bad having to fight this chick..." you think as you nervously ask for a 3rd bottle of Stella Artois.

"Looking back on it, I was trying to fill the hole in my chest that the Olympics ripped out of me. I gave up competitive grappling where I thought talent and skill are everything for cheesy-as-shit soap operas set in a ring to try and please marks almost out of spite..." Hatsune admits.

>A. "And?"

>B. Roll 1d20 and ask "I don't want to pry, but what was Tsuyako's dad like?"

>C. "Who's that picture in your wallet of?"

>D. Write-in Vote.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>516062
>B. Roll 1d20 and ask "I don't want to pry, but what was Tsuyako's dad like?"

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>>516113
Well then...

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>516062
>>B. Roll 1d20 and ask "I don't want to pry, but what was Tsuyako's dad like?"
Fuck it. He already got a nat 20.

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>>516113

And the dice gods are fickle indeed... So is my computer, because it just ate the update I had slaved over.

>>516135

"Gaaah, listen to me being a sad-sack of shit tonight!" Hatsune groans in frustration. "I feel like one of those old ladies that would tell you their whole life story while getting their or nails done to some poor mark that couldn't get away if they wanted to..."

"No no, it's fine" you say with a reassuring tone. "I was a lot like you when you were young & wrestling. Shit mate, I still feel like that when I look back on why I got into street fighting in the first place."

You motion at a passing waiter for that third bottle of Stella Artois, then sheepishly grab it from the other guy right behind him and pour it right into your glass. "And well, I've been having a good enough time."

"Really? You're a strange one..."

"Well, I'm at a crossroads in my life and i've never felt at home anywhere, or had anyone come close to talking about the experiences I've had outside of you" you admit.

"Heh-heh... Yeah, it's hard finding people like us anymore."

"Tell me about it. How would you feel if the grandmaster of your art sold his soul for a fucking fast-food restaurant?"

Hatsune's eyes widen a little at that remark, then starts to crack up. "Holy shit, you do Kyokugen?!"

"I know right?"

"Goddamn, I feel bad for you. My sensei probably would've killed himself if he had to make that kind of choice" Hatsune admits with a snicker.

"Speaking of father figures, what was Tsuyako's dad like? I don't want to pry or anything, but..."

"No, I already told you about everything else in my life. Might as well get this last part over with..." She says, making your stomach sink.

"Fuck me, this chick's got more personal landmines than Bret Hart."

"Well, I first met Makoto in the summer of '92 in Barcelona. The Olympics were in full swing, he had a cousin that was on the Judo team and he was in Spain anyway fighting in some underground tournament."

"A Karate Hobo then?"

"Yeah, might as well have been. I mean, there was a lot in common: He was a Banchou contemplating retirement, I was a Sukeban that was walking away when I got back to Japan, he learned Karate from his dad, who in-turned trained my dad... We hit it off."

"So what happened?"

Hatsune takes a moment to think it over, getting a kind of fidgeting head tilt you've seen someone else in your past do. "I guess the biggest thing was that he couldn't change. Like, if you're a Bosozoku and you're already 20 years old, you're either thinking about quitting and looking at getting a normal career started or you go all-in and be a full-on Yakuza... But, he wouldn't move on from what he was. He Couldn't move on from what he was, and it took me too long to realize it because I was so busy working all of the time."

>Cont.

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>>516356

Something about those words strike a chord in you, and you almost don't notice that you're starting to cry until you catch a glimpse of a tear roll down your cheek and into your glass of liquid bread. "What the...?"

"The thing was, I never wished him any ill will or anything and part of me still loves him but... Like I said, he couldn't change and I had to stop beating myself over the head dealing with him" Hatsune concludes.

"That's... T-That's just.." you mumble, more tears starting to roll down your face. Which is when Hatsune fishes around her jacket and tosses you a pair of sunglasses.

"Put 'em on. You don't look so good cryin' " is her rough way of trying to help you. Somehow, it gets through your scrambled brain and you instantly feel better hiding your eyes behind them like they were another "Face" or something...

"Sorry, it just hit me hard."

"Like you said, you're in a crossroads. You hit a rut and wouldn't want to make the effort to leave it."

"Yeah..." "God, and I thought I was ready to get on with my life..."

>A. Thank Hatsune for her time and take your leave. Any more beer and you probably wouldn't be able to ride you motorcycle back home.

>B. Tell her that you think you saw "Makoto" around South Town about a week ago on a "Friday Night Real Bout" poster.

>C. Excuse yourself and have a good cry in the lady's room.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 and excuse yourself from the table; You thought you just saw a ghost...

===

Sorry for the early day today once again Anons, but I have chores around the house to do tonight. So, I'll cut this off today and will return for one more session tomorrow at the usual 10 AM PST/ 1 PM EST/ 5 PM GMT a starting time.

>Player Question:
If you could choose any fighting style in all of SNK lore, what would be the one that would be the most unique/interesting to have our MC learn?

>Bonus Question:
What's our name?!

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>>516418

Actually, that's not the Image I wanted to post. Pic Related is.

>>516418
>>B. Tell her that you think you saw "Makoto" around South Town about a week ago on a "Friday Night Real Bout" poster.
Blood Aikido. Come on like you'd expect anything else from me?

Nest project 03792?

Also playing an old school team. Geese, Billy and Hein.

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>>516418
>C. Excuse yourself and have a good cry in the lady's room.
>>516418
Thank you for.
>Vice
I like her style. I would say Yamazaki but she doesn't have a knife.
How about " Amelia"?

>>516444
running

>>516442

>Nest project 03792?

But that's just Sylvie sleepyanon. Funny that you mention knives, because I was watching an old OVA and it featured some crazy knife-wielding Russian Assassin in it and my first thought was "That could be like a Nameless'd Katja".

Nothing official, just a thought.

>>516444

Amelia'so good, but it's not a definite "This is the MC's name for the rest of the quest FOREVER" kind don't of deals.

>>516677
Reah maybe?

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>>518282

I'll have a vote on it in down the line.Not in this thread though.

Also, updates will resume in about an hour and i'm tempted to do another Combine vote to speed things up.

>Pic Semi-Related: What a "Nameless'd" could look like

Well, my computer and the Internet at my house are doing very strange things today. None of them good either... Updates will resume as soon as I can figure out what the hell is going on.

>>518413
Hope everything is okay.

>>518467

Whatever was wrong before fixed itself when I went for a straight Shutdown and restart. I feel like I worked in the office of that one screengrab about somebody lucking into being tech support.

I'm also going with an Option B & Option C combination to get this damn thread going today if there aren't any objections.

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>>518483
>>516444
>>516442

>Updates Resume

You're still "You"... Maybe you should think about getting a/trying to remember your name in the future? Amelia? Reah? Something else entirely?

===

For as many wild stories as you've heard "Hurricane" Hatsune Horikawa tell you while knocking them back tonight at The Pao Pao Cafe, that last one about her ex (Who you're certain is noted Karate Hobo Makoto Mizoguchi) has got you crying uncontrollably... And strangely enough, you can't figure out why. Maybe it's the whole "He couldn't change" part and the parallels of being stuck living in the past yourself? Or maybe it's just another side-effect of seeing the dojo you poured yourself into, seeing the man that your sensei would talk about as an Idol... Just be a broken-down old man who couldn't let go of his glory days?

"Probably, probably... But OK yeah, these shades aren't working. I gotta have a sook in private" you ponder as more tears slowly fall into your drink. You take a breath, then try and make a crack about "Y'know, I think I saw him on a poster that was up around town" You squeak out, then ask "Pardon me" and get up from your table.

You catch a glance at Hatsune having kind of worried look on her face before making a beeline for the lady's room.

"Lucky... No one else is in here"you think as you take a look around, then take the sunglasses off and really let it all out. By the time it feels like you're forcing tears to come out, your slight mascara has run down your eyes and gives you you a "Goth Girl/Heroin Chic" look, your nose is runny and your face has a red tinge to it... But god, that felt good to let it all out.

You wipe yourself down, clean up and apply a small amount of mascara back on and add some lipstick from a small make-up bag you had in the back-pocket of your jeans, then head back out to see Hatsune talking with a tall, muscly Red-Head that looks like she knows how to fight and then some. Judging from how fast their lips are moving, they're probably speaking Japanese... Rude Japanese at that (From the crash-course you remember, there aren't really any cure words in that language, but the speaker can get the same effect by changing the pitch & tone of their voce or by using less-common versions on certain words).

>A. Quickly but in to thank Hatsune for her time, then take your leave.

>B. Ask the red-head what the trouble is.

>C. Give a wave to Hatsune, then head back outside and wait for her out in the parking lot; You're not getting in on the conversation between the two of them.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Fight the Red-Head. She looks tough.

>>518544
>>A. Quickly but in to thank Hatsune for her time, then take your leave.

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>>518551

Going with this if there aren't any more votes.

>Pic Unrelated

>>518544
>>A. Quickly but in to thank Hatsune for her time, then take your leave.

>>518563
>>518574

OK then.

>>518551

"Better just say goodbye and stay away from these two. The red-head looks like she's mad enough to wipe the floor with both of us" you think as you stay a little back from Hatsune & the musclegirl arguing(?). "Right... OK, just a quick goodbye & thanks" you mumble.

" 'I don't want to get back in the squared circle unless you're fighting for real'? Look at you! You think you could last against Kyo Kusanagi? Or Yagami? Hell, if Goro Daimon got you he'd break you in half for real" you overhear the red-head yell to Hatsune as you walk around her right side to .

"Hey, I've been looking for you" the red-head says with a scowl on her face and a .

"You're not the first" you reply without turning to speak face-to-face with her, your mind trying to keep yourself from making a sprint to the door.

"Then why have you been ducking me, huh? Scared you'll pull something and look like a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest?"

You stop at that remark and make a slow turn around, the expression on your face giving it a look as though it were carved out stone. "If you have to know, I've been in the hospital for the last week."

"Which one?"

"Goddamn, this chick is almost an elder god-tier bitch" you think as that stony look lasts on your face. "None of your business" you reply.

"Oh, well ain't hat something huh? You do something sthupid, you just say it's not your business. You break my best friend's arm, it's none of your business. You cost the company I work a million bhucks, it's none of your business. You force me to come back witha still-bum ankle and-"

"I signed an agreement to disavow any knowledge of where I was treated. I'm keeping to that, thank you very much" you explain, cutting the red-head off mid-tirade. "Listen... I'd fight you right now if I could-"

"But you're too much of a chicken-shit to try, aren't you?" the red-head grins, her breath smelling like she's had a few and some weird inflection going on in her accent.

>A. Roll 1d20 and tell her that you're recovering from a nasty concussion and that honestly, you don't remember who she is. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>B. Just walk away without a word. This isn't worth it.

>C. Tell her "Fuck it. You want to go? then let's get warmed up and go on the stage over there."

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Ask her for a phone, call up Kazahaya and sick his "Dogs" on the Red-Head. You're sick of her complaining about shit you don't remember doing.

>>518633
>>B. Just walk away without a word. This isn't worth it.
Ya know what? Fuck off cunt. Is Fiona right?

>>518633
>>B. Just walk away without a word. This isn't worth it.

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>>518649

Yes.

>>518667
>>518633

You feel your blood pressure starting to rise as this obnoxious... Eastern-European? Scandinavian? Whatever, this bitch is trying to goad you to fight even though she's obviously intoxicated and, in her words, has a bum ankle. "Nah... Fuck off cunt" is what you wish you said before walking up the steps that lead out of The Pao Pao Cafe, but you merely shook your head and turned back around.

"Not worth it. Not now... Especially not now" you think as you straddle your Norton Commando's saddle and fire it up with ease... But find that the headlight isn't exactly working. "Well then Lucas, prince of darkness, nice to see you're still alive & kicking" you mutter under your breath while grabbing the front fairing out of frustration.

Curiously, that got headlight back to working with a fair amount of brightness and you shrug your shoulders with a sigh. "Ah, just like an Italian sportscar from the same era: they all have personalities of their own and this particular Norton was just trying to remind me who's taking whom for a ride" you hear yourself think out loud as you slip on your helmet & ride off into the night without a care in the world.

"Wonder how much money I've got left on me? I don't want to carry on like a pork chop" you ponder while you're at a stoplight in a seedier part of South Town. Just as you're about to ride off when the light turns green, you spot a group of guys (And girls?) in suits dancing down the street with the kind of choreographed grace you'd usually only see in Music Videos or old movies.

>A. Roll 1d20 to try and tail the group. Who knows, it could be connected to that Asian Bond villain guy. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>B. Continue to ride off into the night and see where the road and your bike take you. (Location suggestions OK with this vote)

>C. Stop at the corner store across the street and see how much money you've got left; You're probably going to have to hole yourself up in a hotel tonight.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 and yell at the group dancing down the street "Hey! Can I join you guys tonight?" (Only the first 3 votes will be counted)

>>518707
>>C. Stop at the corner store across the street and see how much money you've got left; You're probably going to have to hole yourself up in a hotel tonight.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>518707
>E. Roll 1d20 and yell at the group dancing down the street "Hey! Can I join you guys tonight?" (Only the first 3 votes will be counted)[/spoiler]

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>>518757

Ouch.

>>518752

>T-T-T-TIE BREAK TIME? Or combine votes?

>Pic Unrelated

>>518767
Combine is fine?

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>>518789

Or a vote-switch would be OK as well. Just a way to break the tie.

>>518799
Ehh sure lets go with his. Time to fight.

>>518802

If you're changing your vote to Option E, Roll 1d20. If you want to combine them... I'll get cracking on an update.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>518811
Rolling boss

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>>518816
>>518757

Well, some things change, some things always stay the same...

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>>518752
>>518757
>>518816

"... Fuck it, I want in on what those guys are doing" you think as you look over to the side of the street again, nobody behind you as the light's green. With courage and pride, you slip off your helmet and shout "Hey! Can I join you guys tonight?"

From how the group reacted to you, it was almost like you had just insulted all of their mothers at once because , a platoon of Asian "Agent Smiths" staring back you through different designer shades. "Fuck me...." you mutter as you slip you sheepishly helmet back on and gun it to try and hide around the corner a block up, but the suits are chasing after you en masse and some of them are damn-fast runners.

You don't check behind you as you try to navigate the uneven pavement of the back-alleys you're trying to ride down, eventually coming to a dead-end after one wrong turn and stop to see a couple of the faster runners have already caught up to you...

"God damn it, I'm not ready for this..." you mutter under your breath as you calmly turn off your bike's engine and stand it up against a wall. Then you slip off your helmet and try to compose yourself as a couple of the faster runners have already caught up to you.

"What the fuck mate? I was trying to-" you start to say, but one of the "Asian Smiths" starts throwing punches at you. They're wild haymakers though, so you duck under them fairly easily and counter his volley with a horse-like kick. It knocks him clear into a group of other "Suits" trying to round the corner, but that's only a trickle compared to the flood of people that start to crowd the back-alley space you're in...

>A. Try to hold your ground for as long as you can by picking guys off one at a time.

>B. Be spontaneous and try to use the crowd of thugs out to get you to your advantage.

>C. Look around for some weapons and go HAM on these clowns for as long as they last.

>D. Charge up your Ki and try to channel that feeling you felt at Howard Arena earlier today. It might be your only shot to make it out of this relatively unscathed.

>(Rolls will be done AFTER voting has concluded)

>>518896
>>D. Charge up your Ki and try to channel that feeling you felt at Howard Arena earlier today. It might be your only shot to make it out of this relatively unscathed.

>>518896
>>B. Be spontaneous and try to use the crowd of thugs out to get you to your advantage.

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>>518906
>>518932

>T-T-T-TIE BREAKER TIME!

Link back to this post ASAP. The vote with the most new links wins.

>Pic Unrelated, but a little cheesecake to spice things up isn't bad, no?

>>518989
>>>D. Charge up your Ki and try to channel that feeling you felt at Howard Arena earlier today. It might be your only shot to make it out of this relatively unscathed.

>>518906
>>519006

Roll 3d20 ASAP. (I'm going to have to end today's session earlier than I wanted.

Rolled 11, 5, 18 = 34 (3d20)

>>519043

Rolled 17, 1, 20 = 38 (3d20)

>>519043

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>>519049
>>519051

Thanks!

>>518896

New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-tvJcTPxHc

You close your eyes and try to channel that feeling you had earlier in the day, when the skies were darkening at "Karuta" and you were contemplating trying out some of the more "Special" moves in your arsenal. "God, I hope this works" you hear your mind say as everything seems to slow down and your sense of hearing heightens, some punk running towards you with his footsteps sounding like distant thunder in your mind.

You take the brunt of his tackle attempt full-on, but don't get knocked down. Instead, you counter-hit him out of it with a Left Hook punch that leads into a bunch of standing, wild-looking jabs that make you want to yell "ORAORAORA" over and over again. The pain stings a little and you don't feel that energy hit you again, but you do feel the motive to start moving and shuck-and-jiving these guys (None of whom seem to be carrying guns... Yet...) a little. "Fuck! That hurt" you think as you wordlessly take a kick to the shoulder to deal damage with a rising uppercut that twists you into the air, though you stumble a little on the landing and a swarm of suited guys try to tackle you to the ground like they were kids diving into a swimming pool on a hot summer's day.

"Fuck OFF!" you roar, Electricity forming in your hands with a projectile that has an oddly-purplish hue to it. It knocks a couple people back, but just as you think things are getting easy 5 more suited thugs come out of the shadows wielding stuff that looks like they found on the ground: Steel Pipes, Bent Aluminium Baseball Bats, Broken Beer Bottles and a Golfclub(?)...

"OK, take it slow now" your mind tells you as your body's on auto-pilot, blocking the first hit of the baseball bat guy like a champ and gritting your teeth from the pain to kick him back with that Horse-like kick you have. That opens you up to a hit to the shins from the Steel Pipe Girl(?) which you hop around like crazy to try and rub out...

But that lets your body go for Judo-like throw that lets you lock in an Armbar to the Beer Bottle guy, giving it a nice "SNAP" for good measure before the others start kicking you in the head from being on the ground for too long...


"Yeah, my body's not up for this shit yet" you think as you quickly hop back from a swing from the Pipe chick, then grab the pipe when she lunges it into your mid-section to use as a pivot to smash her into a wall shoulder-first. "PUT THAT UP YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT BI-"

And just like that, you get cocky and forget your surroundings to get a knock on the head from the golf-club guy... And oddly feel like it might've knocked some loose wires in your noggin back into the right places.

>Roll 1d20. First 3 votes will be counted

Rolled 5, 12, 13 = 30 (3d20)

>>519129

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>519129

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>>519144

1d20 please.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>519129
Ayyy

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>>519147
>>519157

You slowly turn around, your Ki finally starting to flow through your body and an aura of static electricity surrounding your body. The guy that had the golfclub (Which broke in half on your head) backs away in horror and you can hear somebody hell "Horry Fuck! It's an Ashura!" as you gather electricity and throw it at them with an out-stretched palm. It hits the guy with the beer bottle whose arm you gave a good "Snap" and bowls him over into the golfclub guy.

"Oh... OK... I get it now" you hear yourself think as you get into the now-familar stance that Tatsuya-Sens-Er, Tatsuya drilled into you and smile, some of the other guys looking too scared to move. Then you hear one of the rougher-looking suits yell "The fuck is wrong with you faggots?! You're gonna let some Saiyan-Loking cunt make you shit your pants?!" in Japanese before charging up a punch.

"Phantom Breaker? No, Galactica Phantom rip-off" you think as brace for the chance of a lifetime. The guy that screamed at his "Troops" (Bald-headed and no sunglasses, oddly enough) and charges forward... Right into your outstretched foot and into your "Stun-Gun Stinger", a charge of electricity making his body shake like he had just gotten tasered.

"Oh, what a night... What a lovely NIGHT!" you snarl as you crack your knuckles and slowly start to walk forward, a couple of the stragglers from the group running for their lives and the power of something amazing, something out of this world courses through your veins.

"Goddamn, it's good to be back. It's good to feel this again" you

"I'll say... That was a pretty impressive way of getting back into the swing of things, eh Kat?" you hear a familiar voice ask.

You turn and see Kazunori Kazahaya helping some of his guys up off of the ground, half-scolding them for trying to fight a "Friend" like you and half-worried that you did too much damage to a lot of the "Strong" ones.

You chuckle and cross your arms, your rage & power slowly subsiding but still on-guard in case he'll try anything stupid (As you know he sometimes does). "Who are you talkin' about? Katja's dead and gone mate. I'm just me".

===

And that it's for this thread! I thank y'all for sticking with this quest throughout all of my computer issues and going through moving out of my current residence; I know that I strive to get into that "Updates every 20-30 Minutes" kind of mode when QM'ing and I'm sorry for not hitting it this time...

However! I plan to run Thread #11 this weekend at the usual 10 AM PST/ 1 PM EST/5 PM GMT time. As always, if that plan falls through I'll announce it in /qtg/ and on my Twitter feed.

>Player Question:
Are cliff-hangers too played out as a literary device?

>Bonus Question:
What do you make of KOF XIV's more... "Interesting" story reveals? (IE The Final Boss)

>>519239
Well cliffhangers are an established thing but constantly ending on them may get a bit annoying.

And I as expecting something to happen. Can't have a regular KOF ever. And some of the team endings are funny.

>>519247

Team Mexico's was my favorite "Funny" ending.

Team China's was my favorite "Serious" ending.

Kukri is 4chan personified and I wished I knew how to play him. Hein is probably the most "Meh" newcomer to me. Then again, I should've thought of making Jean-Claude Gabriel Geese's new bodyguard to try and overthrow/buy-out The Howard Connection from the inside or whatever...

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Quick and friendly announcement that this thread's archived on sup/tg/ and I'll be around tomorrow to answer question/queries about whatever. And yes, I have trouble sleeping at night. It helps with getting ideas typed up to be refined later though.

Archive Link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/512825/

>>519239
Ash should have stayed dead