Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>537062

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>537062
Welcome back.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>537062

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>>537075
>>537080
>>537092

"OK, let's give'em the longest Zanretsuken ever." You gamely put on a "War Face" and try to match the wall of punches Kazunori Kazahaya is creating with your "ORAORAORAORAORA" punches Tatsuya helped you hone, but after the first hit you hold back to block because Kaz's hits are flying by you so fast your mind can barely even see where they're going. "Come on, come on... Just a little bit more...." Unfortunately, your defense doesn't hold out and he breaks through your guard, the last hit feeling like a cannon just shot a hole through your chest.

"Well shit, you HAVE lost your touch after all" Kazahaya mumbles as you slump down to the ground, hold your chest and finding everything's still there... For the moment, at least.

"C... C'mon mate, I just got out of the hospital."

"Yeah, and you just wrecked half of my private security detail" Kazahaya counters as he crosses his arms, looking faintly disappointed at you. "To be fair, outside of my Sifu only one other person has been able to counter that move..."

"You obviously don't fight that much, do you?" you croak out in between gasps while clutching your ribs and trying to get on one knee.

"I can't say I need to anymore... And here I thought I was going to have some fun and break a sweat for once" Kaz says with a forlorn pitch in voice as he turns around starts to walk away.

>A. Roll 3d20 and attempt to hit Kazahaya with a Ryuuko Ranbuu. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>B. Let him leave and reflect on all of the bad choices you make while hopped up on fighting spirit.

>C. Yell "What, no hospital visit?" to Kazahaya and see what he says.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 and force yourself to stand up; You want to keep fighting Kazahaya (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

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>>537123

It just isn't one of my threads if my Name & Tripcode disappear at least once during the session...

Rolled 11, 16, 15 = 42 (3d20)

>>537123
>>A. Roll 3d20 and attempt to hit Kazahaya with a Ryuuko Ranbuu. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)
How ya feelin today Weasel?

Rolled 10, 13, 8 = 31 (3d20)

>>537123
>A. Roll 3d20 and attempt to hit Kazahaya with a Ryuuko Ranbuu. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

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>>537136

Punchy. I'm in the middle of tearing my house apart and moving an old cast-iron bathtub that weighs a fucking tonne.

>>537150

Going with Option A unless others chime in quickly.

>>537168
Jeeze. Well my thoughts are with ya? That'll help right?

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>>537203

It did, it did. Finally just got it done with the help of my roommates, a 2x4 and some plywood to use as a guide and also to keep from damaging the floors.

Sorry for the delayed update Y'all.

>>537150
>>537136

"Damn it, I'm not going down like this... Not like this." You feel that energy rise up and reach a crescendo in your extremities, charged electricity in the air and almost "Sparking" around your body as you silently rise up off the ground. "He's chatting away on a cellphone? Perfect."

You take a breath and charge forward, catching him in the middle of turning around to block your surprise attack and hit him with the tried and true "Ryuuko Rambuu", your arms and legs unloading on him like they were spring-loaded before landing an uppercut that launches the two of you skyward.

"How about that Wind!?" you yell as you land to your feet and hear Kazahaya crash down into some boxes full of junk that ring through the alleyway.

He takes his time to sit up, gather his thoughts, dust himself off and stand up. The look on Kazahaya's face suggests that he's not going to let that one slide anytime soon. Also, goddamn his eyes are fucking creepy as shit; No wonder that rumors started to circulate that he could kill somebody with a stare... He slowly starts to unbutton his suit jacket, then loosens his tie, undoes his cuff-links and finally takes off the pair of sunglasses he was wearing (That you broke), an unusually dark aura surrounding him as he gets "Loose" again, but without the same hint of playfulness from just a few minutes earlier.

This is the Kazahaya you've only heard of. The one you wouldn't want to owe a dime to, the one you've never had the displeasure of dealing with on account of doing so well as his "Ace in the Hole" for all of those the underground fight clubs... You take up a stance and put on a game face, but deep down you've got only one thought running through your mind:

"I've made a huge mistake."

>Roll 3d20 For Options A through C.

>A. Attack him while's angry and unfocused(?); Get your damage in while you can.

>B. Let him unload on you and try to counter-hit him; From what you recall of seeing him fight a few times, he's got gaps i his style.

>C. Stay mobile and try to match or move with Kazahaya's "Flow" of fighting.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 to run like hell.

Rolled 16, 20, 16 = 52 (3d20)

>>537304
>>A. Attack him while's angry and unfocused(?); Get your damage in while you can.
Well. Shit. He pissed.

Rolled 4, 9, 13 = 26 (3d20)

>>537304
>>C. Stay mobile and try to match or move with Kazahaya's "Flow" of fighting.

Rolled 18, 1, 2 = 21 (3d20)

>>537304
>A. Attack him while's angry and unfocused(?); Get your damage in while you can.

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>>537316
>>537347

You take the initiative right out of the gate and run-in swinging with a left hook. Kazahaya doesn't react in time to try to dodge it, but doesn't flinch from it either as he uses the momentum of getting hit to try and dodge your follow-up right straight. Again, while he doesn't dodge it, he blocks it easily and does some kind of whirlwind punches to counter and smacks you in the face with the back of his hand.

It's not enough to floor you, but it does open up a gap between the two of you as Kazahaya wordlessly gets "Loose" some more, his body language suggesting he's getting ready to attend a funeral... "Probably mine if I keep this up..."

You run towards him again, but this time jump into the air with your foot outstretched to try and hit him in the side of the head, or the neck. Kaz easily blocks it, but his follow-up back-turned Elbow thrust isn't fast enough or has enough range to hit you, so you blast him with a quick Ko'uoken.

He flings himself forward, but lands back on his feet with a cartwheel and tries to hit you in the chest again with that closed-fist thrust that hurt like a motherfucker from before. You quickly dodeg and lock-in your favorite Judo hold (The Ude-Hishigi-Juji-Gatame) and drag Kazahaya to the ground. You can really feel the pressure on his arm as you try to break it, or at least enough to snap him out of the mood he's in... But, he won't budge and quickly slips out of his suit jacket to break the hold and kicks Ki-enfused sand into your face.

You roll around to try and clear it out of your eyes, but Kazahaya hits you in the stomach with an Axe Kick that nearly makes a dent in the pavement, that stony silence and killer glare in his eyes as you try to wiggle free.

"How much weight can he push down? He's skinny as a rail." Gritting your teeth, you go to kick him in his shins and get enough of a smash him in the face with a "Strayacut", though he hops back to his feet and launches forward like a rocket with some kind of "Dragon Kick". A brick wall stops your momentum, but Kazahaya doesn't let up and tries to hit that closed-fist thrust again, nearly blowing a hole through the wall as you roll back and away from him.

"Yeah, this was not a great idea... But running now doesn't seem right either..."

>Roll 3d20 For Options A through C.

>A. Keep going on the offense. He seems hesitant to strike first.

>B. Lay back and let Kazahaya come to you. You need to gauge just how much damage he's done anyway.

>C. Run like hell. You can't do this to yourself.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. "OK, OK, you made your point. I fucked up and I'm sorry."

Rolled 14, 9, 2 = 25 (3d20)

>>537475
>>A. Keep going on the offense. He seems hesitant to strike first.

Rolled 3, 8, 19 = 30 (3d20)

>>537475
>B. Lay back and let Kazahaya come to you. You need to gauge just how much damage he's done anyway.

Rolled 9, 3, 20 = 32 (3d20)

>>537475
>>B. Lay back and let Kazahaya come to you. You need to gauge just how much damage he's done anyway.

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>>537490
>>537500

From how he has fought so far, Kazahaya doesn't seem to be all that interested in trying to go on offense against you, so you decide to hang back and put up as strong of a defense as you can muster. "And of course, now he moves in for the kill... Juuuuuuuust great."

Kaz goes to try and hit you with three successive punches, but you block them all without sweating it. However, your attempt to try and counter his recovery with a Super Kick gets blocked as well... Yet, Kazahaya simply rolls away to the other side of you and hits you in the ribs with a spinning, low-to-mid hitting side kick. You hear yourself let out a gasp of pain and almost see cracks in Kazahaya's granite facial expression, but not enough to get any sympathy.

"Come on steel trap, open up for me." He goes for some kind of back-somersault kick, but again you block it with ease... And again you can't seem to easily counter it like you would've with practically anybody else.

"How's he fucking "Safe" after that shit anyway? Fuck it, just got to keep on fishing." You shake your head and try to land a Hien Shippu Kyaku when he lands and though it connects, again he doesn't flinch and grabs you by the collar of your nearly-ripped T-Shirt, then throws you across his shoulder with a twist of both of his hands. You quickly roll back up to your feet when he tries to do that ground-hitting Axe Kick and go for a flurry of punches (Your "Zanretsuken") .

"Why isn't he flinching? He can't be THAT strong... Could he?" Once again, Kazunori Kazahaya doesn't get bowled over by your "ORAORAORA" impression and doesn't lose his footing either, instead disappearing from your vision for a second too long and feel a hand trying to grab the back of your head. You quickly turn around to kick him in the stomach with your"Super Kick" and this time you finally knock him down... But something doesn't feel right about this at all.

"I keep feeling like he's pulling his punches... Or that he doesn't want to hurt me; Just prove a point in fighting me."

>Roll 3d20 For Options A through C.

>A. Go for another "Ryuuko Rambuu" the first chance you can take; You can snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

>B. Wait for the right moment, then give Kazahaya the old "Stun-Gun Stinger" to try and end this.

>C. Hold off on anything flashy for the moment and try to add in some offense to you impeccable reactions & defense.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Throw up your hands and admit defeat.

Rolled 7, 9, 13 = 29 (3d20)

>>537575
>>C. Hold off on anything flashy for the moment and try to add in some offense to you impeccable reactions & defense.

Rolled 1, 19, 11 = 31 (3d20)

>>537575
>C. Hold off on anything flashy for the moment and try to add in some offense to you impeccable reactions & defense.

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>>537585
>>537600

While trying to finish Kazahaya off with something flashy like another Rambuu or your Stun-Gun Stinger seems tempting, you get a sinking suspicion that those attacks would only piss him off more right now, so you stick with the "Solid defense is a great offense" school of thought and try to pick your spots as Kazahaya tries to hit you with some crazy upside-down arcing kick that only just misses your head.

You try and land a standing uppercut while he's in mid-air, but he simply does that Axe kick-thing again and the two of you "Trade" the hit. You shake out your hand as you get up off the floor and only barely block Kaz's side kick to the head and feel your guard almost break when he tries to hit those three consecutive punches again.

"Just a little more..." You jump up and go for another "Ude-Hishigi-Juji-Gatame" (This time to his right arm) and almost get to drag him down to the ground, but he doesn't lose his footing and starts slapping you in the head with his free hand and it's enough to force you to let go of him. Kazahaya seems to hesitate for a touch too long and you use that to sweep him off his feet, but he does another handspring cartwheel back to his feet and runs towards you, stopping in place to try and hit you with the Somersault kick again.

You roll past him though and throw out the strongest Ko'uoken you can, your arms starting to feel heavy while doing the motion Tatsuya taught you. Kazahaya seems to be kind of "Floaty" in air and he can't recover in time to block your projectile. He lets out a groan of pain for the first time for the whole fight and it takes him longer to get up off the ground, givig you time to get two hits of your Hien Shippu Kyaku off before he "Breaks" it with that Backwards Elbow strike.

"Gyah, why is nothing fucking working against this tosser?" The elbow strike staggers you back a little and it takes all of your energy to try and defend against the same wall of punches he used to start this fight, your guard breaking only at the very end with that last hit... Rather than going in for the kill, Kazahaya seems content to breath hard with you while you try to keep yourself up on one knee again.

"I think I've made my point" he finally says, that kind of mischievous look in his eye returning a little bit.

>A. "What, you feelin' a little rusty or somethin'?"

>B. Give him the Stun-Gun Stinger; He's just close enough to try and land it... (Roll 3d20)

>C. Keel over and tell him you need to check back into a hospital.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Egg him on to keep fighting; You aren't done yet.

Rolled 5, 5, 11 = 21 (3d20)

>>537677
>>B. Give him the Stun-Gun Stinger; He's just close enough to try and land it... (Roll 3d20)

>>537677
>>A. "What, you feelin' a little rusty or somethin'?"

>>537677
>A. "What, you feelin' a little rusty or somethin'?"

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>>537686
>>537698

You take a moment to catch your breath, your head killing you and all of the beer you drank catching up to you. "What, you feelin' a little rusty or somethin'?" you wheeze.

New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QXwNk7TOKg

You see Kazahaya smirk, a vision of a human-sized python "Smiling" back at you for the blink of an eye as asks "I don't know, do you?" with a shrug.

"... Yes" you finally admit as you give in and fall over yourself on to your back, Kazahaya casually strutting over to grab your hand.

"We got to get you to my guys down in China Town. I might've done some internal damage back there..." he says as you grab it without a second thought.

"I thought you fought with like, cards or some shit?"

"What, Karnoffel? Yeah, I did that for a little bit, but it got boring to me after a while" he explains as you let him shoulder you up and let him drag you back through the alleyways. "No freedom in it anyway... And it's practically duels to the death all of the time and that's not my style."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"I'm serious. I'm not the kind of guy to be against killing people, but I don't do it without a reason like my sister does."

"Your boys spot her anywhere nearby since we last talked?" you ask, your body and Kaz's probably not up to dealing with her if she shows up out of the shadows (Which you've seen her do time and again).

"Nah... No luck on my Sifu either, not that I want to see him."

You get a flash back to that grey-haired Kung-Fu Hobo you hazily recall partying with, but don't say anything as a couple of uninjured suits start asking Kazahaya what's the situation in Chinese (Cantonese? Mandarin? Fuck knows, it all sounds the same to you right now). You then close your eyes and feel yourself get picked up in a "Fireman's Carry" for what feels like forever, then carefully get placed in the back of a limousine that was just around the corner from where you turned around on your motorcycle.

Kazahaya says something in Chinese to his driver and the two of you are off.

>A. Ask "Kazy" if you could get a drink or something; The interior of this thing suggests that there might be a bar or something inside.

>B. Reflect on all of your bad choices in silence & tranquility.

>C. Ask Kazahaya why he hasn't killed you yet for all of the stupid shit you've done.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Fall asleep and let "DreamTime" take over.

>>537815
>A. Ask "Kazy" if you could get a drink or something; The interior of this thing suggests that there might be a bar or something inside.
>C. Ask Kazahaya why he hasn't killed you yet for all of the stupid shit you've done.

>>537815
>E. Fall asleep and let "DreamTime" take over.

>>537815
>>C. Ask Kazahaya why he hasn't killed you yet for all of the stupid shit you've done.

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>>537826
>>537836

"Man, I need a stiff drink after that" you hear yourself groggily think out loud.

"Yeah... I don't think I've stocked the bar on this bad boy in a couple of days, so you're out of luck."

"Aw..."

"No need to cry over spilled milk. I'll treat you to drinks sometime" Kazahaya mentions as he flips out his phone and starts browsing.

You share a comfortable silence with him, trying to keep yourself awake in case you got another concussion so soon after the last one... Then get a wild hair and ask him something that's been on your mind for a while now: "Kaz... Why haven't you killed me yet?"

He takes a while to answer that, taking long enough that you thought he didn't hear you at first. Then he gets glib and retorts "What, you want me to pull over so I can put two .22s in the back of your head or what?"

"Nah mate... I was just wonderin' how I'm still alive for all of the stupid shit I've done while I was workin' for you..."

Another pause as you spot Kaz texting somebody. Then he explains "Well... Shit, I mean you made us the money we needed to get the gang off of the ground floor... You helped drive out most of the wannabes and a couple of the "Gangs" South Town had at the time..."

"And I never squealed either."

Kazahaya nods and concludes "So killing you never felt right to me. Not even after the whole undercover Water Margin blow-up happened, I never thought about it."

"That's good to know..." "OK..."

>A. Ask Kazahaya why he doesn't fight like he had earlier on in your battle anymore.

>B. Ride out the rest of this trip to wherever in silence.

>C. Ask Kazahaya if he knows anything about the new King of Fighters Tournament going on; You haven't had a chance to read up on it yet.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Fall asleep and let "DreamTime" take over.

>>537895
>>C. Ask Kazahaya if he knows anything about the new King of Fighters Tournament going on; You haven't had a chance to read up on it yet.

>>537895
>>B. Ride out the rest of this trip to wherever in silence.

>>537895
>A. Ask Kazahaya why he doesn't fight like he had earlier on in your battle anymore.

>>537907
>C. Ask Kazahaya if he knows anything about the new King of Fighters Tournament going on; You haven't had a chance to read up on it yet
Also, this.

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>>537897
>>537908

As much as you want to ask Kazahaya why he doesn't normally fight with the steely intensity he showed you tonight, visions of those "Blank" eyes staring back at you stop you in your tracks. Instead, you ask him about something that's been pressing in your mind for a little bit: "Hey Kazy, have you read anything about the new King of Fighters that's supposed to be running?"

Kazahaya snaps to attention and sticks his nose up from out of his phone to take a look at you. "You haven't heard much about it, have you?"

"Nah mate, stuck in the hospital."

He nods knowingly, then puts up the privacy divider before talking to you about it. "It's being run by some crazy Russian guy named Antonov. "

"Arms dealer? Mad scientist? Or just a high-rolling mobster?"

"None of the above, actually... He's a businessman that's been a big fan of the KOF tournaments and bought the media rights to host one himself using money from his companies" Kazahaya quickly clarifies.

"Nothing crazy or evil about the sponsor of a KOF?"

"I know, it's weird... Really weird. About the only thing about him that's gotten the old-timers in a huff is that he made this tacky-ass belt as the trophy and declared himself "The First KOF Champion"."

"Huh... I bet that's gonna get some of the older Fatal Fury guys out of retirement..." you ponder out loud, thinking back to the days of the Fatal Fury tournaments and how they always had the tagline "The King of Fighters"... then ask "Has he given out invitations?"

"Probably... But I haven't seen one myself."

"Really? Because I would think that a guy as good as you would be a lock to be in a new KOF."

"Well, I'm friends with some of Antonov's biggest business rivals; I don't think he'd want me winning his tournament..." Kazahaya explains, adding "And I'm not exactly new to KOF's either."

"When were you ever in one?"

"It's... Complicated" is all Kazahaya says about that before changing tack. "Word on the street is Antonov's group is running a bunch of mini-tournaments around the world to create new teams, like back in the day."

"Are they open-invites?"

"Just one... I'm not too sure when it's going to happen, but my sources tell me that it's going to happen in either Amsterdam or St. Petersburg at an underground fight spot."

"Why not in South Town? There's a bunch of different places he could hold it without anybody noticing."

"Nah, he's not looking for old-timers and no-hopers. Besides, Team Fatal Fury are a lock to get in, so he's got that demo covered" Kazahaya says with a grin. "He wants to scout for new blood to be made part of an "Official Invitation" team is what I heard."

Just as you were about to ask when the tournament itself was going to start, the Limo stops suddenly and kind of jolts the two of you upright. Kazahaya drops the privacy divider to shout at the driver in Chinese, but stops mid-rant when he looks at the traffic backed up in front of them.

>Cont.

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>>537971

"Looks like an accident up ahead blocked traffic... If a cop knocks on the window try to act cool, OK?" Kazahaya explains to you.

>A. "Oh come on Kazy, you know how good I am at faking being nice to officers right?"

>B. Nod and take a silent rest back into your seat.

>C. Ask "Kazy" how far we are from where we're going; You feel like if it were close enough, you could hop out and head the rest of the way on foot.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Tell him "OK" and fall asleep, letting "DreamTime" take over.

>>537990
>B. Nod and take a silent rest back into your seat.

>>537990
>>B. Nod and take a silent rest back into your seat.

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Apologies for the slow updates today Anons. I've had to help tear my house apart in between writing and I lose track of time.

>>537992
>>537996

You nod and silently take a rest back into your seat as Kazahaya takes a call on his phone.

"Hope you don't mind if I take this, it's from The Dow Jones" he asks.

"W... What the fuck?" "What was his name?"

"It's my accountant... Some kid from Berkley that had Hippies for parents" Kazahaya explains before starting up his conversation with "Hey, whatup TJ?"

"OK then..." You stifle a yawn as you idly wonder if this land yacht is bulletproof or not, then rest back into your seat and try to take a quick nap... But, something inside of you won't fall into a deep sleep and you feel yourself waking up just before the Limo began to move again. "Wonder how bad the accident was? Can't really see with these tinted windows..."

You glance at Kaz wearing some big headphones and blasting some tunes on a sick-looking device and let out a sigh, then turn around in your seat and try to stretch out a little bit in the back of this glorious rolling monument to capitalist excess... "fuck me, where'd that come from?"

Soon enough the driver pulls to a stop, Kazahaya putting away his audiophile-centric headphones and music player once he notices the limo's stopped again.

"We're here" He says while tapping your shoulder, then he opens up the door and gives you a look at your destination: Some dingy-looking place in the middle of China Town called "Lee's Medicine Shop" that looks like it's seen better days.

"Hey Kaz, is this the guy that found the cure to hemorrhoids's place?"

"Yep! Since I've been going to him I haven't hada cold in like 5 years" you hear him reply as you get out of the driver's side back seat and take a good minute to stretch yourself out, casually noticing Kazahaya knocking on the door of a shop that looks like it's about to close up for the night.

He eventually shouts something in Chinese, which leads to an awkward pause before some weird guy with white hair and dressed up like a Beijing Opera performer, complete with a mask that has the look of a Monkey's face. That leads to more back-and-forth in Chinese, then the guy in the mask finally relents and lets you inside. "Here goes nothing... But really, five years without a cold?" You follow the two of them through the back of the shop, everything creaking and groaning from the ancient wooden floors and up two flights of stairs to a huge, lavishly decorated room with a killer view of China Town's main street.

Some more animated Chinese, then Kazahaya tells you that "Lee here wants you to strip down to your birthday suit for this."

"Why...?"

"He needs to wrap up your body in herbal bandages and do a full acupuncture check on you, like a"Master Reset" to get a baseline on how your Ki flows" he explains.

>Cont.

>>538115

>A. Roll 1d20 & Accept "The terms of Service".

>B. Decline and tell Kazahaya that you're going down to the Arcade to pass the time.

>C. Tell Kazahaya to tell "Lee"(?) that he should work on him first; It'll give you time to think about whether to do this or not.

>D. Write-In Vote

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>538115
It's all good. You have things to do.
>>538121
>>A. Roll 1d20 & Accept "The terms of Service".
Is it an ancient Chinese secret?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>538121
>>A. Roll 1d20 & Accept "The terms of Service".
No worries mate.

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>>538125
>>538129

You take about 10 seconds to mull it over in your head, then nod and tell Kaz "OK" and wait for him to translate it back to who you assume is "Lee". That triggers a pretty funny pantomime of "Lee" chasing Kazahaya out of the room while screaming something in Chinese, then waits for a little bit after slamming the door on him to motion to you to starting taking off your clothes.

"Yecch... I need a shower BAD." You strip down to your bare essentials and feel like a prized stock of beef, or a cattle going up to auction as "Lee" ("Oh god I hope it's Lee, because I'm really gonna kill Kaz if he set me up") goes over your body and examines it, that mask hiding a mean(?) glare(?) in his eyes. After what feels like forever, he finally says something to you in Chinese that you don't understand, but get that it's time to get up onto the old-timey bed/table.

You lay down and let your face be cupped by the indent in the table, then nearly gag at the smell of "Lee" cooking up some ancient herbal remedies & medicines. It feels like it takes a while, but soon Lee motions you to hold still as he starts drawing something on your body with his finger. Then the first needle gets shoved in and goddamn does it hurt, even with "Lee" taking his sweet time and

"Mate, just jam'em in there quick. The pain's the same" you groan in between getting spasms from the "Blockages" he's opening up in your chakras. You hear him mutter something, then takes your advice and starts shooting them in like he was flying high up and around the ceiling. It takes about half an hour and you feel each and every needle go into you, but you can't deny that your body feels... Better? "I'll feel better when the pain finally subsides..."

Then you feel the needles slowly start to come out and somehow feel worse pain than when they were getting shoved into your skin. The effect is temporary though and he helps you sit-up on the table while going over your body gain, something in the back of your mind making you feel like he really is going to try and hit a nerve in your neck that'll knock you out cold and then send you off to get-

"C'mon girl, Kaz ain't that bloody heartless." You get a whack to the back of your head and a dressing-down in Chinese (Cantonese? Mandarin? You wish you know the difference) and you try to relax your body. Finally, he tosses you your clothes and gives you about five minutes before kicking your toned ass out and dragging Kazahaya back in.

"Well that was... Something..."

>A. Do some stretches to pass the time.

>B. Make your way back down the stairs to check out the rest of "Lee's Medicine Shop".

>C. Skip out and head to the Arcade that's not that far from here; From how "Lee" sounded, he was happy to be rid of you.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 to try and eavesdrop on them through the door.

>>538232
>A. Do some stretches to pass the time.

>>538232
>>A. Do some stretches to pass the time.
Streeeetch.

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>>538239
>>538248

Considering the "Whumpf!" sound the door to Lee's private room made, you figure it would be a lost cause trying to eavesdrop on what Kazahaya & him are talking about (Also, you know, the fact you can't understand either of China's two main languages would be a deterrent). So you head down a flight of stairs to a relatively open spot and start to do your stretches, your body finally no longer feeling as stiff or mechanical as it had been earlier in the day or even before you were admitted to the hospital... However, you have to stop when you feel like the energy inside of you is starting to burn your arms & legs.

"What the fuck man? That ain't good." You take some time to go over your fine motor-skills: Closing your fists again and again, wiggling your toes... Generally doing just enough to get your Ki to try and spark up, but not enough to get it to feel like you really were burning on the inside. "Goddamnit Kaz, what the fuck did your guy do to me?" So absorbed you were into studying your reactions that Kazahaya comes looking drained, pale green bandages peeking fro out under his clothes.

"You look like hell, mate."

"Yeah, the damage you did to me really came out this time..."

Kazahaya takes the breath and looks like you wanted him to during the last parts of your fight, but then drops a bombshell: "Lee wants you to stay overnight for observation."

"... Why...?"

"Well... I could sugar-coat it for you, but it's not something you'd want to hear anyway..."

"Just tell me what's going on Kaz. I tried t'stretch a little earlier and it was like I was-"

"Ah shit, you tried to do anything physical?"

"Well yeah, I was bored so...?"

"Fuuuck... Well, I better tell him you did that because he's convinced that your Ki flow is fucked beyond all belief" he explains.

"Thought so... Is that why he kicked me out without the bandages?"

"Yeah..." Kazahaya silently asks you to come close with his hand, then he quietly adds "You kind of freaked him out too. There were so many things he felt were "Wrong" with your body that he felt like you were a reanimated corpse, or a zombie or something."

"Goddamn, I knew I was feelin' off when I was at the old dojo taking classes..." you think out loud, something about Kazahaya's words making your stomach turn and a far-off voice faintly ring in your ears.

"So... You want to do it?" I'll pay you and get you lined up with some "Work" if you want..." he says, looking oddly pensive about it.

>A. Accept Lee's medical advice and bunk in here for the night.

>B. Tell Kaz that this whole deal is weird and that you're going to get a second opinion.

>C. Ask Kaz if Lee can send you home today so you can get wrapped-up tomorrow.

>D. Write-In Vote

>>538348
>A. Accept Lee's medical advice and bunk in here for the night.
Don't want to explode.

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>>538348

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>Pause Updates

That's it for today Y'all! Thank you for dealing with my relatively sporadic updates today; I plan to stick to a tighter schedule tomorrow. As always, check my Twitter at the top of the page for any scheduling changes, but I plan to continue running this tomorrow at the usual 10 AM PST/ 1 PM EST/ 5 PM GMT time (If my house doesn't get caught on fire or something else catastrophic happens, of course!).

>Player Question
Would anyone be interested in participating in a set of one-shot prequels involving side characters?

>Bonus Question:
Are you burning on the inside yet?

>>538361
Thank you for running, Weasel.
>Yes
>YES!!!!

>>538348
>>A. Accept Lee's medical advice and bunk in here for the night.

>>538361
It'd be interesting to see what's what with them.

Yes Becuase I can't get enough.

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>>538359
>>539263

>Updates Resume

You still feel the slightly numbing, burning pain from when you were stretching a few minutes ago, then start to look at your hands clasping & opening. "Might as well stay in for the night. Don't want to end up exploding because my body couldn't handle the energy trying to flow through it..." You look up at Kazunori Kazahaya and tell him "Yeah, I'll stay here for the night."

"Well, it might not be just the night, but I'll go tell him" Kaz mentions before heading back upstairs to Lee's Private/"High-Roller" (?) work room. You don't try to listen to the two of them trade barbs in Chinese; You're feeling immediate tiredness all of a sudden and can barely keep your eyes open when you hear Kaz walk back down the stairs.

"He's waiting for you... Hey, earth to space cadet! You fall asleep standing up?"

"Maybe? I'm getting tired all of a sudden..."

"Keep it up and I'll have to start calling you Phill" Kaz jokes with a smirk.

"Phyllis? ... Nah, not for me. Makes me sound old." "Yeah, yeah... I'll see you around."

"For sure..."

"Kaz?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry for bein' such a pain in the ass all of the time" you tell him with a weary, drowsy lilt.

"You're not that bad in the grand scheme of things" he says, then grabs a small case and slips on a pair of sunglasses, the "Mask" of Kazahaya's face restored as he bounces down the stairs to his waiting bodyguards.

"Probably going to go out clubbing..." You crick your neck back and for a little, a worrying grinding sound making you stop before heading back up the stairs and into Lee's place of work. The door closes behind you and makes you do a "Jump-Take", but you notice Lee's busy off to one side cooking up something that smells foul and looks like it could've doubled for primordial ooze.

"5-to-1 odds that he's going to try and rub that shit all over my body..." You casually strip down to your skivvies and patiently wait for Lee to be done cooking whatever the hell that shit could be and notice you, fighting to stay awake and idly wondering what time it is before you feel a slap to the back of the head. It doesn't really hurt that much, but it does knock you back to attention and gets a groan out of your mouth as Lee shakes his head, muttering something. "Probably thinks I don't have any reactions in me..."

You fling off your bra & panties again and stand up in front of Lee, who starts to wrap you up in the same light-green bandages Kazahaya was covered in, eventually having your whole body wrapped up like you were in a cocoon while on his table. It's... An oddly calming experience at first. Then Lee sticks a needle into your back from up under the table and all hell breaks loose.

>Roll 1d20 to fight the burning pain! (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>539462

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>539462
How are you today weasel?

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>539462

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>>539476

Sore from all of the work from yesterday, but happy that I got it done. Also feels like I need to see my chiropractor and he's out on vacation until next week.

>>539467
>>539476
>>539488

At first, the pain is indescribable and it makes you want to scream bloody rape at the top of your lungs and try and break out of your bandages, but Lee tied your body down to the table with leather straps on top of the lack of movement from the "Bandage Cocoon" anyway, so the best you could do is try to tough it out and vibrate the table.

Lee then smacks you in the head from up under the table and probably says the Chinese equivalent of "butch up, buttercup!" before sliding back underneath you and pinning in another needle. This one hurts and has you breathing hard and heavy while breaking out into a cold sweat, but then Lee starts to do the "High-Speed" needle acupuncture from before and your body finally relaxes...

"Fucking weird how I'm getting numb all of a sudden... Didn't feel that before." You silently let Lee finish up his work, then he looks over you and runs a finger from you forehead down to your fanny while thinking out loud in one of China's accepted languages, then lets out a sigh and closes the door behind him, shutting off the lights. It's a strange feeling, your body being completely motionless while your mind feels like it's kicking into high-gear watching the glowing neon of China Town's main street flashing around the room...

Then again, you start humming a tune and slowly drift off to sleep... Before waking up when you sense a malevolent presence nearby and get the classic "Stiff with fear" thoughts about how awful it would be for somebody intending to do bodily harm to you...

>A. Shake it off and try to get back to sleep. It's late and you're paranoid.

>B. Stay awake for a little longer and see if you can actually see whatever the hell this presence might be.

>C. Yeah, Nah fuck this. Roll 1d20 to try and bust out of your bandages. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote

>>539505
>>>B. Stay awake for a little longer and see if you can actually see whatever the hell this presence might be.

>>539505
>>B. Stay awake for a little longer and see if you can actually see whatever the hell this presence might be.

>>539505
>B. Stay awake for a little longer and see if you can actually see whatever the hell this presence might be.

>>539509
>>539513
>>539517

While the easy thing to do would be to brush it off and go back to sleep, you've been around and involved in enough freaky shit in the last few weeks to know by now that's not going to happen... So, you try to move your head and see if you can divine where this presence of energy is coming from.

"Come on neck, move! Move goddamn it!" Even though you couldn't feel your body just a few minutes ago, your neck seems flexible enough to wiggle around for a little bit and you flop your head over like a rag-doll to get a better look of the right-side of the room... And immediately wish you had let your curiosity go, because you can clearly see what it is:

It's a face.

A face that you know. A face that you've seen... Fuck you've worn it yourself: It's G-Mantle's "Face".

You start get the cold sweats again as you spot those pair of red eyes glowing back at you, cutting through the neon-lit darkness. "Please be a dream please be a dream please be a dream oh god WHY CAN'T I FUCKING MOVE!?!"

The footsteps you hear are faint, but more than enough to make you break into a sheer bloody panic. The kind that would've had a younger you running around like a headless chicken before getting cold water, or a smack on the head or worse from your parents to snap out of it... Then this ghost like figure finally looks down at you just as you move your head back up at the ceiling, eyes that look like shutter-shades into Dante's Inferno piercing through you.

>A. "Why do you keep tormenting me?!"

>B. "What do you want?"

>C. "Why are you here?"

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Close your eyes and wait it out.

>>539543
>E. Close your eyes and wait it out.

>>539543
>C. "Why are you here?"
Keep cool

>>539543
>>C. "Why are you here?"

4chan is wigging out on my laptop, so I'm posting this particular update via phone until I can get to the bottom of the problem.

>>539550
>>539576

Part of you wants to just shut your eyes and let this... Thing, this apparition do whatever it wants to you. But deep down you know in your heart that would be the wrong thing to to do, so you lock eyes with G-Mantle for a good clear minute, not even blinking in case it tries to pull a fast one on you.

"Why are you here?" you ask in a calm, clear voice.

Though it's just a mask, your mind tricks you into thinking that you saw G-Mantle's "Face" change expressions when you asked that and it takes him (/Her? It?) a little bit to ponder why you haven't pissed yourself in fear.

Finally, G-Mantle clears its throat and whispers seven little words into your ear, the voice sounding distorted not just from the mask, but as though the vocal chords were causing a disruption in time and space itself:

"I came here to laugh at you."

And in the blink of an eye, a bright flash blinded your sight and forced you to shut your eyelids as tight as they could get, only opening them when you hear Lee Pai Long's voice talking to you in some sing-song Chinese and smacks you on the head.

"What in the...?" you think as you see that it's morning outside and the sun is back-lighting China Town below you. Lee says something while going under the eagle to take out the needles he stuck into you, each one restoring feeling to certain parts of your body and the circulation in you joints hits you like a raging river.

>A. Laugh like a mad woman at your luck.

>B. Let out a sigh and try to follow what Lee wants to do next.

>C. Ask him if he knows how to speak Japanese; Not being able to talk with the old geezer is making you feel uncomfortable.

>D. Write-In Vote

>>539644
>>A. Laugh like a mad woman at your luck.

>>539644
>C. Ask him if he knows how to speak Japanese; Not being able to talk with the old geezer is making you feel uncomfortable.

>>539644
>>C. Ask him if he knows how to speak Japanese; Not being able to talk with the old geezer is making you feel uncomfortable.
Man your not having any luck this week.

>>539673

I always have bad luck when I run sessions. I feel like I'm the "QM Curse" personified sometimes because I never feel like I have enough time.

Case-In-Point: My phone has "Burped" on me enough that I had to rewrite this update like 5 times.

>>539680

"I wonder if he speaks Japanese? Because not communicating is making this creepier than it should be" you think while holding back he urge to laugh like a crazy old bag lady. Then you feel your body again as Lee finishes up removing the big needles from your cocoon of bandages.

"Hey, old man. Do you speak Japanese?" You ask as he pops up from under the table and starts undoing the leather straps that kept you from vibrating your body off of the table.

"I don't speak to dolls" is the curt reply as he grabs your body and stands you up on your feet like a coffin or a sarcophagus, then leaves you be while he heads to a small roomy tucked away in the left-hand corner of the room.

His words were disconcerting enough, but it takes everything you've got to keep from flipping out when Lee Paint Long emerges Brandishing a pair of "Cat's Claws" that are polished to a shiny gleam.

"Hold still now" he says before launching at you like Kazahaya would and slices at you for a full five seconds. Right as he lands from the assault, the cocoon of bandages breaking and reveal your birthday suit underneath.


"There you go. Now get out" he again says with a curt attitude while fling your clothes at you.

"Fuckin arsehole" you think while you wordlessly put them on and walk out of Lee's shop.

>A. Get some grub. You'really hungry.

>B. Head out to the beach. You need space to think.

>C. Hit the arcade near here. They're usually open early.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>539916
>B. Head out to the beach. You need space to think.
Sand shenanigans.

>>539916
>>A. Get some grub. You'really hungry.

>>539916
>>A. Get some grub. You'really hungry.

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This is probably going to be my last update for a little bit. By talking about the "QM Curse", I suddenly started having a monster of a headache, got sick to my stomach and made bright lights irritating to my eyesight...

>>539923
>>539934

As soon as you step foot outside of Lee's Medicine Shop, you feel like your brain was about to explode out of your head and your body almost fell over yourself and stumble around like you were drunk.

"Christ, I'll fuckin' kill that old bugger if he did this to me on purpose, claw-hands or not" you think as you clutch your head and lean up against a wall. Eventually, your stomach rumbles and the pieces fall into place. "Probably feeling the beers I had with Hatsune yesterday too." you think while you take a few breaths to clear your head a little.

"Fuck... Where can I find food in China Town this early in the morning?" you ponder while walking around for somewhere to stuff your face and hopefully clear your head, traffic already starting to form and your mind tricking you into thinking that you're cruising the streets of Hong Kong or Taiwan. After about three agonizing blocks, you luck out and find a donut shop that doubles as a Chinese place in the afternoon.

"God, they all look good" you think while looking over the glass display. You finally go "Fuck it" and order a pink box filled with around a Baker's Dozen inside and help yourself to a couple in a small booth in the back... Then your eyes widen when you see a couple of familiar faces walk in. "Fuck me, not now..." you mumble as you clearly see Tatsuya-Sensei, his daughter Ellie (The motherfucking Mayor of South Town) and a couple of guys in tracksuits wearing earpieces and sunglasses.

>A. Duck your head down low. You're not in the mood to try talking with the Kyokugen guys & girls you used to be friends with.

>B. See if you can order your food to go and get out of here. You don't want to explain what has been going on in your life to Tatsuya & Ellie, not yet.

>C.

>D. Write-In Vote.

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>Pause Updates (For Now)

As stated, I'm going to take a break and see if I can run in a little bit after a nap. Vote's still open and if I can't continue running today, I'll resume at the usual time tomorrow (10 AM PST/1 PM EST/ 5 P GMT).

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>>540124

>C. Wave at Tatsuya & Ellie and greet them on over to your table.

Fixed.

>>540124
>C. Wave at Tatsuya & Ellie and greet them on over to your table.
Take a good break, Weasel. Hope you feel better soon.

>>540124
>>B. See if you can order your food to go and get out of here. You don't want to explain what has been going on in your life to Tatsuya & Ellie, not yet.
Feel better man.

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>>540127
>>540130

Thanks y'all.

>>540124
>>B. See if you can order your food to go and get out of here. You don't want to explain what has been going on in your life to Tatsuya & Ellie, not yet.

>>540124

>B. See if you can order your food to go and get out of here. You don't want to explain what has been going on in your life to Tatsuya & Ellie, not yet.

Good to see you running again Weasel.

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OK, I took a quick nap, felt a lot better at first, started typing up this update... Then started blasting up what I had for lunch like it was "The Exorcist". So, THIS is going to be my last update for today.

>>540213

Been a dog's age since I've seen you G.

>>540130
>>540148

You kind of panic and try to hide in the booth while overhearing Tatsuya talking up how good this place is to his daughter, who's as stone-faced as ever with the two guards not even trying to hide the possibility of somebody making an attempt on either of their lives at, what, 8 in the morning?

"Not today... Got to try and get out of here without them noticing" you think while quietly munching the two donuts you asked to have out of the box... Then kick yourself when you realized that you got a fucking box with everything you needed and you don't have to have an excuse to stick around any longer. "Alright go-sticks, don't fail me now!" you mumble while slowly getting up, then make a mad dash out of there with only the dudes in track-suits noticing you.

You keep running full-chat down the street until you get to a crowded intersection, one of those crazy Hong Kong railed tram buses passing by you as you take a breath. As much respect as you have for Tatsuya & Ellie, you can't face them right now... That, and they'll probably flay you alive if they find out what's been going on for the last couple of weeks, or how you've been still friendly with known criminal figures like Kazunori Kazahaya when you're not training. Besides that, you don't know how to break it off with them anyway because Tatsuya never mentioned anything about giving your Black Belt in Kyokugenryuu Karate and Ellie might make you a marked woman if you try to split out on her.

"That's just my luck, getting caught in doing stupid shit when I shouldn't" you think while waiting for the cross-walk to go green. When it does, you briskly get across it (China Town has more hit-and-run drivers than anywhere else in South Town) and try to put as much distance between yourself and your old sensei.

>A. Get a cab and get some time in at the gym. It's also a nice, free way to get a shower.

>B. Get a cab and take it to Sound Beach. You feel like doing some Sand Shenanigans today.

>C. Wander the streets of China Town, working your way up to "Central Park".

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Use that hand-scribbled note in your wallet to good use and call up Jean-Claude Gabriel; You've got a lot of questions that need answered.

===

>Officially Pausing Updates

See y'all tomorrow at the usual time (10 AM PST/ 1 PM EST/ 5 PM GMT). I'm going to try and sleep whatever's wrong with me off.

>Player Question:
Out of all of the teams currently in KOF XIV, where would the MC of this quest fit in and why?

>Bonus Question:
Do you think "The QM Curse" is real, and if so how would you go about preventing it?

>>540682
>E. Use that hand-scribbled note in your wallet to good use and call up Jean-Claude Gabriel; You've got a lot of questions that need answered.
>Team Yagami
Grappler and haunted by supernatural beings.
>Maybe
One day that curse will be broken.
Thank you for running and see you later.

>>540682
>>B. Get a cab and take it to Sound Beach. You feel like doing some Sand Shenanigans today.

I'd say maybe the "Official Team" becuase NESTS or maybe even Geese's as she IS in contact with the underworld and may be trying to kill him?

It may? Burn incense and think good thoights? Also that sounds pretty disgusting. Hope everything works out.

>>540682

>B. Get a cab and take it to Sound Beach. You feel like doing some Sand Shenanigans today.

E was tempting, but let's get a halcyon day in before the inevitable storm.

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Feeling pretty good today, so I'm down for running this. I had to take care of a few things beforehand, so apologies for the delayed start.

>>540769
>>542459

>Updates resume

You duck into a side alley and take out your wallet, staring at a hand-scribbled note with a phone number written on it in perfect cursive: Jean-Claude Gabriel's cellphone. From what Kazunori Kazahaya told you, he has the information that you need to answer some of the darker questions you've caught yourself asking... "Maybe I'll get the nerve and make that appointment today... But not this early though; He probably sleeps in" you think as you quietly stuff the note back into your wallet and make your way through the parts of China Town that aren't exactly featured in the tourist guides.

"Come on, where are the damn taxis?" you ponder while popping out of the alleyways and onto a deserted side-street. You take a second to readjust your position and start to amble in the general direction of East Island, visions of a sandy beach dancing in the back of your head... But then start to panic when you see one of the tracksuit guys that were around Ellie tailing you.

"God damn it..." you mumble, then do a trick you put to good use after countless fight nights in seedy, unfriendly places: You duck into yet another maze-like alleyway, then do a jump off of the wall to grab onto a fire escape ladder and quietly duck inside an abandoned building, the tracksuit fucker from before freaking out over losing sight of you well beneath you. After about ten minutes he gives up searching, so you gently head down the way you came and continue walking down the street like nothing had happened.

"Finally... Yo! Taxi!" you yell when you finally catch one stopped at a 4-way intersection. The driver pus on his blinkers and pulls over to your left and you hop in, throwing money at him and stating that you'd like to go to Sound Beach. A quick ride later, you're there and find the place is practically deserted today.

"Perfect" you think as you make your way out to a particular spot you like to hang around in and take a moment to smell the smells, feel the brisk wind cut across your body... And...?

>A. Roll 2d20 and test out how your body feels by doing some Katas on the beach. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>B. Soak up the smell of the ocean and start working on the most epic sand castle your brain can dream up.

>C. Strip down to your undies and try not to act too inconspicuous about it; You need to work on your tan.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a meeting with him. You're ready for whatever it might bring.

>>542602
>>B. Soak up the smell of the ocean and start working on the most epic sand castle your brain can dream up.

>>542602
>B. Soak up the smell of the ocean and start working on the most epic sand castle your brain can dream up.
Welcome back. Glad you feel better.

>>542602

>B. Soak up the smell of the ocean and start working on the most epic sand castle your brain can dream up.

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>>542604
>>542606
>>542609

You try to put fighting out of your mind for now, letting the smell of the ocean seep into your pores and get an idea... With a zealous grin, you head over to a spot near the shore and wet your hands with the receding tide, then start to make a sand castle form from your imagination. Eventually, you start to finely detail a base that's almost as tall as you are, time passing by in bunches as you lock your mind on making a hunk of wet sand into a castle a tyrant of some Eastern-European backwater would be proud to ransack.

Something about working with your hands like this... You can't really describe it, but it fills you with a sense of calm and peace that being up on the mountain brings. Plus, it was a pastime you always did when your parents would drag you along on holiday and those fond memories are nice to look back upon every now and then. "Maybe I should look into making pottery? Pushing clay was something my dad always did to unlock his "Artistic" side..." you think, but an all-too-familiar voice snaps you back into the present.

"Wow... Not bad for doing it all by hand."

"Ah no..." you think while holding back a grimace and turning around to see Ellie with a stern look on her face, arms crossed and the top-half of her "Skullgirl" motorcycle leathers undone.

>A. "Well, you should know by now that I'm just a grown-ass kid at heart, Ellie."

>B. Roll 1d20 and give her the meanest, coldest glare you can muster. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>C. "Hey... How have you been? Haven't seen you in forever."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>542647

>A. "Well, you should know by now that I'm just a grown-ass kid at heart, Ellie."

>>542647
>A. "Well, you should know by now that I'm just a grown-ass kid at heart, Ellie."

That's weird. I thought my reply didn't go through. Anyways, I changed to A.

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>>542661

Yeah, it shows up as a deleted post on my browser.

>>542660
>>542652

"Well, you should know by now that I'm just a grown-ass kid at heart, Ellie" you crack while getting up from your crouch and start flinging away wet sand from your hands.

Ellie doesn't move from her spot in the sand even though some globs from your hands almost hit her in the face. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Oh... Around" you try to say with an awkward chuckle, then sigh and admit "I was in the hospital for about a week."

"Oh? Which one? Because my dad checked in with all of them and couldn't find you..."

"Er... Well, it was one of those kind of places that you kind of got to know about."

Ellie's face, which was already steely as-is (Not saying that much though; She ALWAYS looks like she hates your guts) somehow gets a "Darker" look than before while she shakes her head. "What happened Kat?"

"Oh fuck her for using my Slave Name" you think as you try to hold back biting your lip, then scratch your head while feigning to recall what got you into that warehouse-come-hospital. "I'm... Not that sure really. I suffered a pretty big knock to my head and don't really remember all that much of what was going on before then..." you tell her.

"A friend of my dad's said that he saw you dressed up in some mask hanging around in one of the Karate Hobo housing projects I'm trying write legislation for" Ellie replies.

>A. "Really? Well, that's more than I would know..."

>B. Roll 1d20 and shrug your shoulders in apathy. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>C. "How's your dad been? I haven't seen him in ages either..."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>542684
>C. "How's your dad been? I haven't seen him in ages either..."

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>542684

>B. Roll 1d20 and shrug your shoulders in apathy. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

[panic intensifies]

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>>542687
>>542690

Well, its:

>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

>>542687
>>542694

>>542694

I'll change my vote to Option C I guess.

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>>542695
>>542697

Going with Option C unless others chip in en masse.

>Pic Unrelated, but creepy

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>>542699

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>>542715

i'l freely admit that Midnight Bliss Iori/Ms. X as DLC for KOF XIV would be pretty sick. Of course, so would "Classic Costumes" for half of the cast and stage music to go along with them would be nice too... But goddamn, Nak's bird is like Petshop from Jojo's.

>>542695
>>542694

"Fu~uck, she's going out swinging today... Better try and switch over this conversation before it gets too sticky" you think as you blurt out "How's your dad been? I haven't seen him in ages either..."

"He's fine. I was out getting donuts for everybody back at the office with him just this morning..."

"Yeah? Cool. I know there's this one place north of my house, but I never seem to get a chance to go there..."

Ellie does a pout at your response, then shakes her head and yells (Well, for her) "You know what? Fine. Keep lying to me and my dad."

"Ellie, I ain't lying alright!? I really don't know what got my there in the-"

"Then tell me what you do know."

"Yeah, she's pissed... And I'm in no real shape to fight her, not like I'd win anyway" you think while taking a pause, really playing up just how little you know about what happened to you. Then you explain to Ellie how you were walking down the street and some drunk sailor picked a fight with you, then there was an explosion and then some big Australian 'biker in leathers like hers helped you out.

Ellie listens and seems intent on hearing you say all of that. Then she lays down the law hard: "OK, then I'll tell you why that's bullshit."

>A. "I'm all ears mate."

>B. Shrug your shoulders and put up "The Richard Pryor Defense" (Deny, Deny, Deny some more)

>C. "Ellie, I know what I saw OK? And if you don't trust me, then..."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Roll 3d20 and fight the current Mayor of South Town; You're tired of being somebody you're not. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>542722
>A. "I'm all ears mate."
While thinking of an escape plan in her head.

Rolled 16, 2, 10 = 28 (3d20)

>>542722
>E. Roll 3d20 and fight the current Mayor of South Town; You're tired of being somebody you're not. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>542722

>A. "I'm all ears mate."

Seconding >>542725's idea of thinking up an escape plan.

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>>542725
>>542732

"Well shit... I don't want to fight her right here and now..." you think while staring at Ellie with a face that's completely without guile; Another trick you've learned over time from dealing with the less-than-savory types that make up South Town's still-seedy underbelly. "I'm all ears mate."

Ellie gives you a look, then rolls her eyes and starts giving you a refresher on what you think you already know: "Well, you made a thread on FightChan. About what to do with a mask you found."

"Uh-Huh?"

"You said that if somebody got five repeating digits at the end of their post, you'd do whatever they specified..."

"Really?"

Ellie nods. "Then somebody posted "Put it on" while getting those "Quints"... And then you posted a Webm that almost crashed FightChan."

"Cor... Bloody hell, I didn't strip or do anything like that right?"

"No, but everybody though that you had set everything up beforehand because it looked like your masked latched onto your face, some red lasers start shooting out of the eye sockets and the lights went out..."

"Holy shit..."

"Yeah..." is all Ellie says for a little bit. Then she brings up something that would make most uncomfortable: "Then I got a police report across my desk that somebody in that Mask attacked Andy Bogard & Mai Shiranui."

You catch your eyes widening at that, Mai's name evoking images of an absolutely incredible-looking woman giving in to some carnal urges... But, your face doesn't show anything and you nod, hoping against hope that the old axiom of "Eyes being windows into your soul" isn't true...

"I've been on FightChan enough to read about some guy in that mask going around mugging people, but..."

"It's you" Ellie coldly states, catching you totally off-guard.

>A. "Beg your pardon?"

>B. Roll 1d20 and give Ellie a stare-down for the ages, then tell her she doesn't know what she's talking about. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>C. "Come the fuck on mate, you can't be serious now can you?"

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Roll 3d20 and hit your "Stun-Gun Stinger" on the current Mayor of South Town; You need to get out of here NOW. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>542766
>>B. Roll 1d20 and give Ellie a stare-down for the ages, then tell her she doesn't know what she's talking about. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 3, 11, 9 = 23 (3d20)

>>542766

>C. "Come the fuck on mate, you can't be serious now can you?"

Then

>E. Roll 3d20 and hit your "Stun-Gun Stinger" on the current Mayor of South Town; You need to get out of here NOW. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

DRINK BEER
RAISE SOME HELL
BEAT ELLIE
GIMME A HELL YEAH

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>542766
>>B. Roll 1d20 and give Ellie a stare-down for the ages, then tell her she doesn't know what she's talking about. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>542766
>B. Roll 1d20 and give Ellie a stare-down for the ages, then tell her she doesn't know what she's talking about. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

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Had a lunch break. Sorry for the delay.

>>542770
>>542777
>>542778

You stare Ellie down, some southern drawl yelling "ICE-CHILLED! ICE-CHILLED! ICE-CHILLED!" over and over in your head, your energy spiking and an wild hair to hit her with your "Stun-Gun Stinger"... But instead, you simply say "I have no idea what you're talking about" in a cold voice.

Ellie backs up from you a little and seems kind of freaked out that you "Went there". "OK, OK, I get it. Fine."

You nod and start walking away from Ellie, hearing her yell "Where are you going?"

You spin around and shrug your shoulders for a second, then continue walking towards the northern edge of the beach, near the sidewalk & concrete park benches, the sound of Ellie kicking in your sand castle behind you.

"OK, keep moving... Keep moving, got to try and look like I've got somewhere to go..." you repeat in your mind over and over, some tears starting well up at how much of a coward you feel like right now over Ellie calling you out on your bullshit. You let yourself wander past the boutique stores and shops that dot the East Island beachside, nothing open early enough for you to duck in and calm down... Until you spot an electronic's shop blaring something about Kyokugen Karate from a TV display in the window that makes you stop in your tracks. "Wonder how low the Sakazakis have sunk now?" you think as you make your way over and take a look.

It turns out to be an advert for their "New & Improved" Kyokugen classes and by the end of it, you can't tell if it's the greatest thing you ever saw or the worst...

>A. Laugh your ass off at it and make the vow to quit Kyokugen's way to find your own path.

>B. Smile a forlorn smile, then make your rounds towards Kazunori Kazahaya's penthouse near the "Bay Area" district.

>C. Think "Eh, needed more Cocaine-dealing biker Ninjas" and make your way through East Island on foot, being careful to avoid THe Pao Pao Cafe in case Ellie's there waiting for you or something...

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a meeting with him. It's time.

>>542841
>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a meeting with him. It's time

>>542841
>>A. Laugh your ass off at it and make the vow to quit Kyokugen's way to find your own path.

>>542841
>>A. Laugh your ass off at it and make the vow to quit Kyokugen's way to find your own path.
>>E. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and set up a meeting with him. It's time.

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>>542844
>>542851

Going with Option E with a dash of Option A unless others arrive or change their minds.

>Pic Unrelated

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>>542844
>>542851

"I mean, it's so ridiculous its almost funny" you think as you wipe a tear from your eye, then straight up start laughing your ass off at how absurd he whole video was... When you're done, you clear your eyes and watch it it again just to analyze just how bad/good it might be:

+++

For a start, it looked like the whole thing was shot on an old camcorder and all the lines that aren't from Ryo or Takuma Sakazaki were done in really bad, or flat delivery. For another, it featured Yuri Sakazaki dressed in a poodle skirt going "Hey Butt, are you going to the local sock hop to watch the big sports game?"

Smash-cut to "Khushnood Butt" (Marco Rodriguez in a leterman's jacket, blue jeans and wearing a large fake afro over his actual afro) going "Sorry, Yuri, I can't make it, I just started learning this newfangled martial art that lets me shoot fire out of my hand, but now I can't control the raging murderous beast that consumes my soul."

Cue Ryo's voice asking the viewer if this has ever happened to them before a puff of smoke and some shitty camera effects to hide him walking into the frame, which leads to Yuri & "Butt" saying "Wow, Ryo Sakazaki! Former King of Fighters champion and Kyokugen Master!" in the most deadpan voices you've ever heard.

To his credit, Ryo doesn't break character and asks "Are you tired of fighting styles that devour your soul and turn you into a mindless killing machine? Try EXTREME karate, at the Kyokugen dojo!" with all of the flair you'd expect a salesman to have.

The rest of the commercial is Takuma going on about the benefits of Kyokugen versus Ansatsuken and other Martial arts and well as "Success" story testimonials from Robert, Mr. Karate, Tatsuya dressed in a shitty duplicate of the Mr. Karate mask, Ellie in a "Female" version of the Tengu Mask and a few other KoF staples that look like they would want to be anywhere but talking to the camera... But it's the ending, with Takuma and company urging the audience to call now while a ridiculous disclaimer about the dangers of Kyokugen training runs over the final shot that makes you crack up again and really puts it all into perspective.

+++

"Seeing that and the Barbecue place opening up almost makes me want to quit" you hear yourself think out loud, but you hold that thought and look around for some payphones; There's somebody you want to call. You walk into the more suburban parts of East Island and finally spot a bank of pay phones. You quickly drop a couple of quarters into a phone, dial up Jean-Claude Gabriel's number and take some deep breaths before getting an answer on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, this is Jean-Claude Gabriel right?"

"Yes... What is it?"

"Hey... It's Kat."

"Oh? How have you been?"

"Not as good as I should be..." you say, letting your voice trail off before dropping the big question. "When can I get an meeting with you?"

>Cont.

>>542895

Don't leave us hanging Weasel.

>>542910
>>542895

Sorry for the day y'all. My laptop's acting funny again and I'm trying to rectify it as quickly as possible.

>>542942

Delay, sorry.

>>542942
>>542944

And once again, the old "Hard shut-down into reboot" trick works...

>Updates Resume

>>542895

"About what?" Jean asks, sounding peeved that you've taken this long to get to the meat of why you called him up.

"Me..."

There's a long pause on the other line, long enough that you thought he hung up on you. You put one last quarter into the phone just in case and Jean's voice finally asks "Are you being tailed?"

"Bloody hell, he IS a mover'n'shaker in South Town..." "Nah, I don't think so."

"Are you certain of that?"

You take a couple of quick glances, not noticing anybody hiding in odd places or out in the open and tell him "Yeah, I don't have a tail."

"And this is a secured line?" Jean asks without missing a beat.

"Yeah mate, I'm calling on a public payphone."

There's another pause, though it's much shorter than the last one. Jean's voice finally kicks in just as you were starting to move your back to the wall of phones. "I have an opening for later today... Are you interested?"

>A. Accept.

>B. Decline and see if he can talk to you in on another day.

>C. "I'dunno, can you get somebody to fetch me?"

>>543008
>A. Accept.
Ask for ride as well.

>>543008
>>C. "I'dunno, can you get somebody to fetch me?"

>>543018
>>543034

It's time for another:

>T-T-T-TIE BREAKER

Link back to this post ASAP with your vote. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it. Combining the votes is perfectly fine as well.

>Pic Semi-Related: I forgot to post the "Younger Gabriel Rough Design" before my computer had issues.

>>543041
Combine, pl0x

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>>543041

Bah, my picture got eaten.

>>543042

Sounds good.

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>>543018
>>543034
>>543042

"Yes, of course" you state, but quickly add "But my car has been stolen, so could you get somebody to come fetch me?"

"Where are you right now?"

"East Island, just a little ways from Sound Beach" you truthfully tell him.

"I'm actually in that area right now... Or, will be after my meetings are done. I'll see you at around near this little rest stop area just before driving onto South Town Bridge."

"South Town Bridge?" That's miles from here... Fuck it, I need to hoof it anyway to get my fitness back up." "I know where that is. I'll see you then" you tell him, then hang up and start doing some stretches... Then feel like a complete "Wally" when you realize that you smell and that your clothes are pretty beat up from fighting last night and playing in the sand on Sound Beach this morning.

"Ah well, I've got time & Money to shop... No luck on the shower though." You make a jogging sprint to the east, generally following the direction of where South Town Bridge is and flash upon an idea after almost half an hour of jogging: 'Hang on, I could get some cheap clothes and perfume at the mall in East Side Park..."

You stop to take a breather at the what looks like the very edge of the beach, sitting down on one of those concrete "Benches" sweating hard and breathing heavy. 'Fuck me, I should've hit the gym so I could shower..." You look around and see another guy running towards you and then stopping at the next park bench up from yours.

"Funky-looking fella... What's with the futuristic prosthetic arm and the scars?" "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have the time would you?" you ask him in Osaka-dialect Japanese... Then kick yourself when he looks up at you and reveals that he's clearly from South America underneath that died red hair of his.

He smiles, the stud under his lower lip shine for a second before he takes a look at the stop-watch taped to his prosthetic arm. "10:39."

"I must've been down here earlier than I thought... And I'm making good time too." You give him a quick thanks, then get up and start doing stretches, memories of bad cramps flaring up while doing 10 Km runs with Tatsuya driving behind you and the rest of your Kyokugenryuu classmates flaring up... Then you

>A. Hold off on getting any clothes or perfumes and keep jogging to that rest-stop. After all, you're not going out on a date with him or anything.

>B. Head towards the East Side Park and pic out a quick'n'cheap wardrobe and enough perfume to hide your body's foul odors.

>C. Hail a cab and get to the Rest Stop quickly; You feel beat already.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Go skinny-dipping in the ocean to try and get your "Stank" off of you. Nobody's nearby and this beach feels kind of private, so...?

>>543121
>>B. Head towards the East Side Park and pic out a quick'n'cheap wardrobe and enough perfume to hide your body's foul odors.
Not nice to stank a place out.

>>543121
>B. Head towards the East Side Park and pic out a quick'n'cheap wardrobe and enough perfume to hide your body's foul odors.

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>>543121

>Then you ponder how to use your free time.

Fixed.

>>543126
>>543144

He eyes you up a little, but hops over the barricade separating the sidewalk from the beach front and slips into a boxer's stance, doing "Shadow Boxing" drills in the sand.

"Huh... Where could he fight with that arm though?" You nearly gag as a cross-wind picks up and you get the chance to smell yourself while stretching your arms over your head. "Yeah, nah, I need to change clothes before meeting him... And slather on some perfume to try and hide my nasty B.O. " You loosen up your legs, then get down into a semi-crouch before your internal starter's pistol fires and you're off running/jogging again for around 15 minutes before spotting the sign for "East Side Park". Though you've been here before to look at the aquarium, you haven't had a chance to check out the shopping mall they have yet; Besides that, between this place, "Happy Park", "Delta Park", "Natural Park" & Karuta" you have to wonder how the local South Town government keeps them all open...

"Whatever, let's get this over with." One look inside and you feel like you've stepped into some faux-exotic locale, or some "Back-to-Nature" spot in Canada or maybe Mexico: There's definitely a unique vibe to this place, though it's kind of smaller than you expected. "Oh, now I remember. This was a spot that hosted an old Fatal Fury tournament."

You spot a couple of teeny-bopper places on the ground floor, a couple of "Average" department stores on the second floor of this circular building and what might be a high-end luxury shop on the top floor... You check your wallet just to be sure you've got some spending money (Or that you've got your wallet at all; You've had to chase down plenty of clever muggers in the past) and take a sigh of relief.

"OK, $650... Where should I go?"

>A. Actually shop for stuff you'd like to keep that's within your budget.

>B. Look around and see if there's anything that strikes your fancy before committing to buying anything.

>C. Get the cheapest crap you can find. You're not intending to keep any of it.

>>543226
>B. Look around and see if there's anything that strikes your fancy before committing to buying anything.
Can't look like a cheap tramp.
We're going for the high class hooker look.

>>543226
>>B. Look around and see if there's anything that strikes your fancy before committing to buying anything.

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>>543233

New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVixhBI0qNY

You take the elevator to the top floor and take a look at the boutique shop you spotted from the ground level, but immediately balk at the sticker prices just on the window displays for "Fashion" that looks like it were ripped straight out of a runway catwalk; Not too displeasing for the eye, but wholly impractical and probably impossible for a woman of your proportions to fit in. "I'd probably get more nip-slips than Mai Shiranui if I wore that thing in the window." You make the way around back to the elevator and head to the middle floor, noticing that the Faux Native American/Canadian Inuit/Aztec statue that dominates the foyer of this place has a clock in it's center and that it reads "11: 05."

""Good to know I hauled ass over here... More time to pick out some clothes." You check the first "Middle of the row" store and find a backless Halter-Top that's in your size (No mean feat; You sometimes have to shop in "Plus-Size" stores to get clothes that can accommodate your "Sweater Puppies") and spot a skirt you love, but can't find one in a size that wouldn't either cut off circulation around your waist or barely cover your ass at all. "No perfumes either... Oh well, three more stores to go for that."

From the first store on the middle floor, you head towards the second one that's right next to an escalator that heads down to the ground level and check inside, the fashion decidedly more "Mature" than you'd like... But then again, the pants they've got aren't at all bad and show off your derriere quiet nicely. "Again, goin' for the " High Class Hooker" look to fuck with Gabe... I'dunno, with the halter-top these might work."

You leave the middle floor without getting any pants or perfumes and head to the first of the "Teeny-Bopper" stores stuck between a Gamestop and... A massage parlor? "I might have to check that out if I've got the time... Especially when they've got prices for "By-the-minute" instead of the hour..." To contrast the previous place you were looking around, "Forever 18" is decidedly trampy & trashy, right down to the cute cashier that looks like she could be Terry Bogard's illegitimate daughter.

"Welcome! Can I get you anything?" she chirps as you walk in.

"Yeah, do you have any perfumes?"

"To the right, near the back" she chirps again, the hat really selling the "Long-lost daughter of Terry Bogard"/"Bogard Groupie"-look.

You nod, then take a good amount of time trying on different smells and actually find one that isn't a completely "Fake" scent... Then feel your eyes physically widen when you look at the clock just above the cashier's desk (Said cashier enjoying a Banana). "Fuck me, I've got to get a move on..."

"Everything OK?" she asks as you

"Just a little behind is all." "GO GO GO GODDAMNIT!!!"

>Cont.

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>>543358

You smile at the cashier ("Alice", her name-tag says), then briskly walk up the escalator to buy those pants and then take a look at the big clock in the center of the mall, the glass dome giving everything a kind of "Futuristic Atrium" look. "Cool, I'm not THAT late after all... But I need to get a move on if I'm gonna get to that place near the bridge on time."

>A. Roll 1d20 to try and haul ass to that Rest-Stop just off of the exit of South Town Bridge Only the first 3 rolls will be counted).

>B. Quickly get changed into your new clothes in one of the bathroom stalls and call a cab; You want to leave a good impression on Jean.

>C. Call up Jean-Claude Gabriel and leave a message that you'll be late getting towards that rest-stop, but that you're on the way from the East Side Park Mall.

>D. Write-In Vote

>>543373
>>B. Quickly get changed into your new clothes in one of the bathroom stalls and call a cab; You want to leave a good impression on Jean.

>>543373
>B. Quickly get changed into your new clothes in one of the bathroom stalls and call a cab; You want to leave a good impression on Jean.

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>>543376
>>543379

As much f"Fun" (IE "A challenge worth trying") as trying to full-on run to the place Jean-Claude Gabriel wants to meet you sounds, you think better of it and quickly head back down the escalator and duck into the floor-level restrooms, breathing a sigh of relief at how clean the lady's room is and "Borrow" the extra-large "Handicapped" stall to change into your new clothes. "Still need a shower... But this stuff might work in a pinch."

If somebody was on-hand to video-tape your "Transformation" from what you looked like before going into the bathroom and what you looked like the mirror after applying some quick make-up, you'd probably go viral and get an endorsement deal out of it or something... Alas, you don't really have any friends that would be into that sort of thing, so you simply head out of the East Side Park Mall with your dirty clothes in the bag your new ones came in and hail a taxi going east.

"The rest-stop near South Town Bridge please" you state with a huff, your body feeling a tad stiff from running all this way earlier.

However, t cabbie takes one look at you and yells "No curb-crawler!" in a thick Israeli(?) accent.

You laugh and tell him "I ain't no hookah mate."

"I said no curb-crawler! Don't want cops banging on house again at 4 in Morning! OUT!"

"He looks like a bloody special forces commando... Nah, not going to deal with him today; Have to be "Ladylike" and all of that." You quickly get the message and get out, quick to grab your bag before he drives off in a hurry. "OK, try again."

You walk about a average city block before somebody finally picks you up. A quick ride later and you arrive at the small rest-stop/weigh-station/tourist gift-shop at the foot of South Town Bridge, Jean-Claude Gabriel waiting for you sitting on top of the hood of a high-end sportscar.

"Knew this was the right look; He's got hunger in his eyes..."

>A. Roll 1d20 and do that stupid "I'm CIA" pose, telling him "Jean-Claude Gabriel, I'm me."

>B. Greet him and tell him you'd like to see his mansion out in the woods; You've got serious questions to ask once the two of you get there.

>C. "This isn't too much, is it?"

>D. Write-In Vote

Last update for today is coming up. Make it count anons!

>>543427
>C. "This isn't too much, is it?"
All flirty like.

>>543427
>>C. "This isn't too much, is it?"

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>>543436
>>543461

You hold off doing any real-life"Bane-Posting" shenanigans, but decide not to get directly to the point either; You figure the time would be right to put on the old sultry charm and try to flirt with him a little when you step out of the cab.

"This isn't too much, is it?" you ask him with a "Cute" voice while showing off everything you had bought.

You get Jean-Claude to pop out a "Wow" that kind of looks like he said it to hide his jaw dropping at your presence, but then seen him pick himself up mentally and remark "It's a bit more than I expected, but I'm not complaining."

"Hope my girls aren't too noticeable... Or that I'm goin' commando under these rags." "I'dunno, I felt like getting a little dressed up..."

"This isn't exactly a date, you know...." you says while sliding off the hood of his car.

"Why couldn't it be?" you ask him with a wink, the back of your mind running with the implications of those words.

He smirks a little and admits "If I had a full day, I would make this a date."

"Well, you're no fun at all... Wonder what made him change his mood?" "What, you work long nights or something?"

"And days, weeks, months... I could count the number of vacations I've had in the last year on one hand" Jean explains as he undoes the electronic locks on his car.

"Nice ride though... A Mercedes?"

"An SLS AMG Black Edition, yes... I'm trying to find a buyer though."

"Black Edition? Thing looks Silver to me..." "What, not ostentatious enough for you?"

"Hardly... I'm too worried that some horse's ass with a laptop could hack this thing in real-time while I'm driving and turn it into a rolling coffin" he explains as a pair of "Gullwing" doors and the hatch in the back open up.

"Yeah... I read a little about that too. Makes those self-driving car prototypes look pretty risky, huh?" you ask while throwing your tightly-packed bag of dirty clothes in the back before gingerly sliding into the front seat.

Jean chuckles at that and retorts "Don't even get me started on those damn things" as he fires the car up, a sonorous sound coming from the engine.

"Now THAT's some muscle right there..." you think out loud as Jean nods and waits for you to put your seat-belt before driving northward.

"We're going back up to your cabin in the woods, yeah? Because I'm getting a team of electricians to redo mine..."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Bluff-check don't fail me now." "Er... I guess a power-pole got shorted out or something, because it shorted out my whole house."

"You don't live off-grid?" Jean asks as he smoothly changes lanes before stopping at an intersection.

"Well, I got a back-up generator that I keep up in the winter months, but I don't really use it all that much..."

"A friend of mine was covering the bill for somebody's house, so that's why I asked" Jean clarifies for you as the lights go green and you get a little bit pinned back into the seat.

>Cont.

>>543530
Sweet car

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>>543546

"Perfectly understated, but demonically fast" ~ Jean-Claude Gabriel

>>543530

>A. Ask him why he doesn't look into a career as a racing car driver, because he drives fast but is smooth and in total control compared to you hooning around in your dad's old Porsche.

>B. Share a silence between the two of you, then try to drop the flirty act and get to some of the questions that were on your mind.

>C. Ask him exactly what that "Blood Problem" he had is. It sounds kind of serious if he didn't have Scrooge McDuck-levels of cash.

>D. Write-In Vote

===

>Pause Updates

Thanks for sticking with this thread today everybody! I know it's no fun waiting up to an hour or two in between updates... I know I have to get my stuff together in the future and stick to my schedule better.

Now, for good & bad news: The good news is that after tomorrow, I've got a good block of free time to continue running this thread (As /qst/ is eons slower than /tg/, so much so that my last KOF Quest: R thread was still alive while making this one). The bad news is that I'm completely booked tomorrow and will not be able to run at all...

So, i plan to be out tomorrow and resume running one more session of this quest's chapter on Friday (9/9/16) at the usual starting time.

>Player Question
How ridiculous would the MC (Or even Katja Hartkern, the OG electrified 'strayan muscle-waifu) be if she were the star of one of those Hong Kong KOF comics?

>Bonus Question:
Y'all are fine taking a one-day break and coming back on the 9th of the month right? Because if not, I can easily make a new thread.

>>543569
>A. Ask him why he doesn't look into a career as a racing car driver, because he drives fast but is smooth and in total control compared to you hooning around in your dad's old Porsche.
>Funny but endearing
>Yes
Good luck with your errands and thank you for running.

>>543569
>>A. Ask him why he doesn't look into a career as a racing car driver, because he drives fast but is smooth and in total control compared to you hooning around in your dad's old Porsche.

It'd be weird but cool.

I'd be fine waiting a day to get more. Of course I'm a lonely bastard so yeah.

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>>543574
>>543579

OK, then I'll stick with it and be back to run one more session on Friday then.

>Pic Related: When fighting each other just doesn't cut it anymore for Kyo & Iori

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Don't mind me, just Testing 1-2-3 before updates resume.

>>543574
>>543579

I'm also going to be Writing for Option A unless others show up.

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>>543574
>>543579
>>547570

>Updates Resume

"I'll be damned, this guy's probably a better driver than me... It's not he car either." You let Jean-Claude Gabriel's words about how Kazahaya's picking up the tab for having that 11-year old fry the electrics in your cabin linger as the two of you zoom northward, towards Jean's "Cabin" (Which Kazahaya said was a mansion) in the woods far removed from South Town's hustle & bustle

"Something wrong?" he asks, the mood seemingly getting a little too quiet for him.

"Nah, just thinking some about things."

"You don't mind that I'm driving this fast, do you? Most of my passengers get sick after a while" he asks as he takes an exit onto some twisty, two-and-a-half lane highway that snakes through the

"Knock yourself out. I'm kind of impressed at how smooth you drive..."

"Thanks. And I'm taking a scenic route back, if you don't mind" Jean states, adding "It's a waste to drive a car like this in a straight line."

"Oh yeah... You ever thought about racing professionally? Because you seem t'have a good knack for being smooth and in control all the time."

Jean thinks that over as he negotiates a series of winding roads that take you out near the most under-developed parts of South Town County. Then he admits "Before I was medically sidelined, I raced Go-Karts quite seriously and won a couple of world titles."

"Really?"

He nods. "If it weren't for my dodgy genetics, I would probably be mulling over retirement while racing in Formula 1 right about now... But, I don't have any regrets over the cards fate have dealt me; Only on how I reacted trying to call their bluff..."

"Ooh, here's the deep guy I saw at that Ice Cream shop." "What was it like?"

Jean pauses for a moment, his face making a kind of expression that one would have if they put their hand to their chin (Not that he does; He's driving too fast to let either of his hands off of the steering wheel). "Well, it was quite an experience really. I was 14 and living in London, factory-backed by Birel and flying all over Europe racing... I really enjoyed it. It was a healthy way to sate my competitive urges outside of boxing or fencing."

"You boxed too?"

He nods again before casually stomping his foot on the brakes at a T-Shaped intersection. "For a little bit. I was good enough that I flew back into the US to compete in the Junior Olympics... But I have to say, it was when I was living in Spain, after my racing license was suspended and I was at a loss for what to do with my life, that I really matured as a person."

>A. "How so?"

>B. Let the sounds of the road fill in the car, then get to why you're really here talking with Jean.

>C. Ask Jean about this "Medical Condition" he has. Your curiosity about how he was forced to quit all of his "Dashing Playboy" hobbies has you curious.

>D. Write-In Vote

>>547671
>A. "How so?"
Welcome back.

>>547671
>A. "How so?"

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>>547675
>>547680

"Time to peel the onion back on this guy... Well, before I try to start on mine anyway." "How so?" you ask.

"As I said, racing, boxing & fencing were my outlets for letting my ego run wild and my competitive urges flow. To have them taken away from me... It was difficult" Jean says after a pause before rocketing off towards some snow-capped mountains.

"How did you get to live in Spain though?"

"Well... I had heard from a source that had been close to my father that there was a man living there... A geneticist who might have been able to either correct my condition. As desolate as I was, I used my money to fly out there and tried to collect any information on him before playing Russain Roulette with my life. In the end it was all for nothing; He had died just short of two weeks before I had arrived... But..."

"But?"

Jean takes a moment "I happened to be in Madrid right during during San Isidro, the most distinguished bullfighting festival in the world. I bought a ticket and it ended up changing how I viewed my life."

"... What the shit mate. BULLFIGHTING?" You try not to burst out laughing at the absurdity of the build-up to Jean's answer, but blurt out "Following the Hemingway school of thought eh?"

"Somewhat. I never got the appeal of mountaineering, but I was curious about Bull Fighting and figured that I had nothing to do, so why not stop and smell the bovine roses?"

"OK, OK, but how did it change your life?"

Jean takes a moment to think up his response, the Mercedes the two of you are driving in pushing nearly 120 MPH on a flat, featureless stretch of road. Then he lays it on you thick: "I came to understand that Bullfighting was never intended to be a sport. It was conceived as a preordained tragedy; A ballet of life and death blurring into one, the only props being a scarlet cape and sharp horns attached to 1,600 pounds of Raging Bull; Sunlight and dark shadows, blood and sand."

"Here we go..." You were about to say something inane like "Huh" or "Oh wow", but Jean quickly cuts you off.

"Because you see, there is no sensible defense of bullfighting. There are no arguments. All the same, I can’t apologize for falling in love with it either. It only took witnessing the savage beauty of one fight to spoil every major American sport for me. It didn’t quite rob me of boxing, or fencing or even racing, but it forever changed how I experienced them."

>A. Let him ramble on. This sounds interesting.

>B. Try to switch the conversation up a little before getting to the meat of your questions.

>C. "I never thought of it like that..."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>547720
>A. Let him ramble on. This sounds interesting.
>C. "I never thought of it like that..."
If only one then just "A".

>>547720
>>A. Let him ramble on. This sounds interesting.

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>>547736
>>547727

"I never thought of it like that..." you think out loud, then add "Well damn, you sound like The Most Interesting Man in The World right now Jean."

He smiles at that notion. "I'm not charismatic enough for masked wrestlers to reveal their faces to me out respect" Jean jokes, but then quickly gets back to talking about his youth. "So here I was, approaching the famed "Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas" bullring with a ticket in hand, having no clue who any of the matadors were or what made one superior to another... So for guidance, I consulted a group of well-dressed, cigar-smoking bullfighting aficionados huddled in the shade outside the arena in my almost-broken Spanish."

You nod and Jean continues, his eloquent speech at-odds with how he's handling the increasingly-sharp turns of the mountain road you hope leads to his "Cabin". "As Spaniards sometimes joke, on Sundays all men can wear the same suit for all three of the day’s traditional destinations: the Church, the whorehouse, and the bullfight."

That gets a giggle out of you, but you let Jean continue: This shit is fascinating. "I was handed a brochure listing each headlining matador’s performances. As I clumsily pronounced the names, the old men spread their arms out for each, and, name after name, their hands closed in to within a foot or so with each name. I had no idea what this was meant to illuminate and found someone to translate the gesture."

"I was informed that this is the clearance the matadors allow between the bull’s horns and the matador’s heart and that the more superior the matador, the more danger he must accept” Jean explains, another stop sign as the two of you roll into some hick mountain town you've only heard about pops into view.

"Hang on a tick, the better the matador the more people expect him to risk death? He’s less safe the more skilled he is?” you ask.

Jean nods. "I asked those exact same questions and the answer I got was unanimous: “Claro”... Though at the time, it wasn't exactly "Claro" to me.

The light turns green and Jean... Casually sticks to under 30 MPH? "Oh yeah. School Zone signs bleedin' everywhere... I wonder if this place makes their money off of written bullshit speeding tickets, like in Ohio?" "How did this all affect you experienced your old sports?" you ask.

"Along with fencing, I considered myself to be an amateur boxer and learned both required mitigating risk and danger, hitting and avoiding getting hit. Any asshole could turn a boxing match into a drunken barroom brawl and any idiot could slash wildly with a sword, but the masters of both trades who laid waste to bloodthirsty tomato cans were celebrated more for doing so with aplomb and surgical precision. About the time I started fighting, Bruce Leeroy, only 21, had already won a world championship and looked to be one of the rare geniuses to grace the sport. Everyone at my gym admired him, but he always scorned risk and danger..."

>Cont.

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>>547784

"Yeah, I never cared much for him either."

"When I was in Madrid, I remember wondering that if greatness was dependent on the exposure to danger, what kind of bullfighter Leeroy would make. Then I thought of Muhammad Ali and the enormous costs that come from blood feuds that transcend sport. I always felt that it was no accident Ali’s face became the most recognized on earth... But there was still one name left in the brochure, attached to the most expensive price tag to watch: "Laurence Blood."

>A."I've heard of him. He used to compete in Real Bout tournaments for a while.

>B. Don't say anything and let Jean finish up his story while preparing your own questions.

>C. "Never heard of him."

>D. Write-In Vote

>>547791
>>A."I've heard of him. He used to compete in Real Bout tournaments for a while.

>>547791
>>A."I've heard of him. He used to compete in Real Bout tournaments for a while.

>>547791
>A."I've heard of him. He used to compete in Real Bout tournaments for a while

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>>547798
>>547799
>>547801

"I've heard of him. He used to compete in Real Bout tournaments for a while" you state as Jean drops the hammer less than a quarter of a mile out of the city limits of...? "Huh... I didn't catch the name of that little old town."

"When I asked about that name on that sunny day in Spain, The group of old men puffed on their cigars and shook their heads. They all knew" Jean says.

He takes a pause for dramatic effect and you don't deny him the opportunity. Then he clues you in to to the whole point of the story:

"Laurence Blood... As much as I've heard of him being mocked for his unorthodox fighting style, at the height of his powers he was a man who allowed the bull’s horn so nightmarishly close to his heart that nobody in Spain could bear to peek through their hands and witness what lived there; Poetry in the flash of a cape... But that wasn’t all."

"Where's he going with this?"

"One of the old men then explained why Blood was not yet “The Greatest” in Spain: He hadn’t been gored to the brink of death and returned to be even greater" Jean tells you. "No matador could be a legend or even be taken seriously unless his legacy included this last essential act; The courting of death and the grace with which he defied it."

There's a long silence in the car as the mountains drop down and reveal a large, almost gothic-looking mansion cut around a densely-wooded forest.

"Right... Here goes nothin'." "As somebody who fights, I can understand that completely" you admit after taking a second to work out the kinks in Jean's logic.

"I thought you would... To me, with what I see in the world today, there really aren't any heroes anymore. Bruce Leeroy retiring undefeated and being lauded as the greatest boxer of our generation without having pushed himself in the ring is proof to that... That's why with racing, even as more and more people are turned off on the idea of cars as transportation, and tournaments like The King of Fighters even as fighting for the sake of it becomes more and more unfashionable, heroes can be born."

"... Well damn, he makes me want to jump his bones after all." You let his words fade into the minimal road noise surrounding the two of you, then before you know it you're parked at the entrance of a huge mansion. "Cabin in the woods my ass, this place looks like a fucking palace." "Jesus jones, this place is huge."

Jean nods as he pops up out of the driver's seat and you soon follow.

"So enough about me. What did you want to talk about?" he asks, a pleasant tone masking something dark in his voice.

>A. "Me."

>B. Shrug your shoulders and say "Whatever you're willing to tell me."

>C. "I want to be in private before I really get into it..."

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. "Oh you know, NESTS, Aliens, Ancient Conspiracy Theories, Ghosts... The usual."

>>547844
>A. "Me?"
All innocent like.

>>547844
>>A. "Me."

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>>547860

Going with this if there aren't any more replies shortly...

>>547887

And I posted too late.

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Had to move around the last few boxes left in my house. Sorry for the delay.

>>547860
>>547887
>>547890

"OK, keep cool, play it all innocent like..." "Me?" you ask in the best faux-cute voice you can articulate while shutting the gullwing door of Jean's car.

Jean "What's there to talk about? You have gorgeous Hazel eyes, a lovely face, bronzed skin, a body that can stop traffic... And you can fight."

"Well I mean yeah, I've got all that... But I was thinking more about this" you again try to flirt, pointing a finger at your head. "And I never told you about my parents, or where I came from..."

"Making plans to bring me home to dinner already?" Jean jokes before motioning to follow you inside what might be the back door of his sprawling home, though not before travelling up the side of one a staircase that encapsulates a small pool.

"Hell, I think i'd just bring them out here..." you think out loud as you step inside and feel like you stepped onto the set of a "Drawing room Drama", stopping for a moment to admire the high ceilings and incredible detailing on just the walls before you hear Jean's feet stop clicking on the wooden floor.

"Marvelous, isn't it? I started to have this place done up about four years ago after I got blocked from tried to buy a similar-looking place in the South of France by a Saudi property developer" Jean explains.

"It's just incredible mate... Like, I remember seeing a movie or two set in around the time of The French Revolution and it's like I'm there."

"Indeed... Except this place has all the modern creature comforts one could ask for." Jean takes a moment, the asks "Shall we step into my office? We can discuss whatever your heart desires in there."

>A. "Can't you indulge me a little bit? It's not every day I see a house like this."

>B. "OK, sure."

>C. "Does it have to be in your office? It's nice out; We should talk in, like, your garden or something."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Roll 1d20 and tell him very clearly that you are't going to walk into a trap so easily; You're here to talk about what you "Saw" in your visions as "G-Mantle Lady". (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>547997
>C. "Does it have to be in your office? It's nice out; We should talk in, like, your garden or something."
Ah, I forgot about that.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>547997
>E. Roll 1d20 and tell him very clearly that you are't going to walk into a trap so easily; You're here to talk about what you "Saw" in your visions as "G-Mantle Lady". (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>547997
>>C. "Does it have to be in your office? It's nice out; We should talk in, like, your garden or something."

>>E. Roll 1d20 and tell him very clearly that you are't going to walk into a trap so easily; You're here to talk about what you "Saw" in your visions as "G-Mantle Lady". (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

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>>547999
>>548020
>>548029

One vote for C, One vote for E and one of a combination of both... Go for Option C? Option E? Or Voltron this and get going with the updates?

>Pic Unrelated

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>548046
Combine

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>>548054

OK then... Writing for C & E combined, though I'm tempted to cut off any new rolls since two of the three are already in...

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Lunch Break. Apologies for the slow reply speed.

>>548054
>>548029
>>548020
>>547999

"Got to be careful here... Kazahaya said that this guy was a tricky bastard." "Oh, I don't know, does it have to be in your office? It's nice out; We should talk in, like, your garden or something."

"Well... I didn't have any concrete plans today outside of meeting you this afternoon, but I like to talk about important things in my office. Besides, I never can know if my plans could change" Jean replies, clearly haggling to keep you indoors.

"I knew he was planning something fishy..." "Yeah? Come on, cut the shit mate."

"Beg your pardon?"

"You think I was born yesterday? I ain't walkin' into some elaborate trap you set up in advance that damn easily."

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You see Jean's mood change right before your eyes, the brooding darkness you thought you spotted before walking into this hedonistic monument of a Billionaire's Fairytale Chateau. "Let's talk in my office."

You're taken back by how old his voice sounds saying those five little words and watch him turn on his heel and strut off towards what you assume is his office without waiting for you to reply. "Might as well follow him. I don't want to get lost in this place if he decides that I'm not welcome..."

You jog towards him to make up for lost ground, but tail him a little as a guy in a Suit & Tie pops out of a hallway and starts trying to keep up with Jean-Claude Gabriel.

"Mr. Gabriel, sir? Andrew called a little while ago about increasing the budget for-"

"Give it to him. It's just pocket change anyway" Jean barks, again sounding far older than his youthful body or face would suggest.

"Y-Yes... And what about the meeting at-"

"Cancel it and get my secretary to stop all calls from reaching my office."

"But Mr. Gabriel-"

"I'm not in the mood today" is all Jean says as he leads the three of you into a small, though decadently-furnished hallway with a pair of large imposing doors a slight ways away from you.

"And this is it... No turning back now." You say a silent prayer as Jean opens the doors up himself, revealing a MASSIVE office with red carpeted floors and Neo-Gothic Architecture crawling up the walls. The guy that was struggling to keep up with him keeps the door open for before slamming it shut behind you, though your eyes follow and zoom in on a large, oil canvas-painting of a decorated cavalry officer holding a Sabre outward, leading a squadron of what look to be Mercenaries into battle.

"One of them looks like she could've been my great-auntie with black hair." After admiring the painting for a second to keep your mind off of anything TOO sinister Jean might have in store, you longer-than-expected stroll up to an oddly-familiar Mahogany Desk, Jean-Claude Gabriel sitting in a high-backed "Swivel" chair with his back turned.

>Cont.

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>>548145

>A. "So... How long have I been living a lie?"

>B. Take a moment to compose your thoughts, then ask him the first question that comes to mind. (Write-Ins encouraged)

>C. "Sorry for the cold shoulder shit mate; I heard that you had a bad reputation."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "What am I, Jean? Kazahaya said you'd know better than anyone."

>Pic Semi-Related

>>548157
>E. "What am I, Jean? Kazahaya said you'd know better than anyone."

>>548157
>E. "What am I, Jean? Kazahaya said you'd know better than anyone."
With some of C.

>>548157
>>C. "Sorry for the cold shoulder shit mate; I heard that you had a bad reputation."

>>E. "What am I, Jean? Kazahaya said you'd know better than anyone."

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>>548159
>>548161
>>548168

"Well, first of all sorry for the cold shoulder shit mate; I heard that you had a bad reputation from a friend."

"None taken."

'You're a big girl now, take that deep breath and just let it out. The echo in the room is quite impressive given the high ceilings, but you take a breath and ask simply "What am I, Jean? Kazahaya said you'd know better than anyone."

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"What are you, what are you... That's a good question, actually." Jean takes a pause to think it over, then spins around to face you while putting up his feet on the mahogany desk. "You know what you are? A puppet without strings. An action figure. What kind of Australian Aboriginal Woman looks like you? You're a girl from Antarctica with a head full of sweet lies, that's what you are."

"... Oh fuck me, don't tell me..." "But what am I, Jean?"

"You're a $500 Million cup of genetic soup that was put into cold storage and somebody at NESTS thought would be a good idea to try and reheat... And while one could make an immaculate soup taste beautifully when fresh, reheating it loses all of the flavor and leaves nothing more than a hollow feeling of what might have been. YOU are that "What might have been" while god knows what happened to the list of ingredients."

"... No... NO!" Your hand trembles and you feel a tear start to roll down your cheek.

"What? You wanted me to cut the shit for you. Don't tell me you're changing your mind on me now" Jean says, arms crossed looking at you while that vision from when you tried to force off "G-Mantle's Mask" all too clear for you right now.

>A. "Then what the fuck is going on with NESTS that they'd need me?"

>B. "I'm... A Kyo-Clone then? Or something else?"

>C. "You still haven't answered my question, Jean."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Roll 1d20 and go "Full Bogan", screaming "WHAT'S MY NAME!?"

>>548255
>A. "Then what the fuck is going on with NESTS that they'd need me?"

>>548255
>>A. "Then what the fuck is going on with NESTS that they'd need me?"
>>B. "I'm... A Kyo-Clone then? Or something else?"

Does this mean she has "sisters" and "brothers"?

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>>548285

Maybe...

>>548275
>>548281

"Then I'm... A Kyo-Clone then?"

Jean laughs at that, the "Old Man" voice cracking through a little. "Hardly. If anything, you're the reason NESTS gave up on trying to jam Kyo Kusanagi's DNA into every goddamn thing and went into creating it's own personnel instead of "Kyo Clones, Kyo Clones everywhere!" like the "Brain-Trust" wanted."

"... OK..." "So then what the fuck is going on with NESTS that they'd need me?"

Jean lets his legs drop from his desk and gets up out of his chair, again turning his back on you, looking out a window into his sprawling, immaculately-trimmed garden (Complete with a fountain). "Because By the year 2030, the world that we know, understand, acknowledge and live in currently will cease to exist. Then your a rights as a human being, your sense of individuality, your sense of ownership and sense of self... Will also cease to exist."

"Fuck me, he's a "Save the Planet" type? ... Nah, better listen to his whole angle." You quietly cross your arms under your heaving chest, your heart beating faster as something kicks over in subconscious that you've jeard these words before.

"Even with all of my vast wealth and riches there is very, very little I or anyone else can do about it. Global Warming has accelerated to a point where, if the global population isn't culled by 2/3rds and resources were equalized among what is left of humanity, the Earth's weather patterns would become so extreme that life and food and civilization itself would break under the pressure Mother Nature has put the whole world under as revenge for what humanity has done to it" Jean states, clearly having practiced this whole speech and recited several times.

"So what, you're saying NESTS is trying to make a comeback as an olive branch instead of a sword?"

"Maybe... No one wants to acknowledge it, no one in power who's thought about it wants to see it happen, but NESTS DOES have the minds, the technology and the forward-thinking big-picture planning to save this world... But those in power are so small-minded, so stuck in their past ways that they couldn't accept a world full of humans with evolved NESTS tech built into them, the same way that they can't accept different races & sexuality now."

You feel your ears perk up and your skin tingle as Jean adds "And for the record: You are something that god wouldn't give your mother & father at first; No matter how hard they prayed, no matter what they did or took or tried, they couldn't conceive a child... But NESTS helped them find a way in exchange for making, oh... About 15 more of you."

>A. "Where are they now? My "Brothers" & "Sisters"?"

>B. "I need a stiff drink and a good cry right now Jean."

>C. Let Jean's speech sink in and wait for him to say something.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 1d20 to DESTROY this lying psychopath. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>548345
>C. Let Jean's speech sink in and wait for him to say something.
For a bit then
>A. "Where are they now? My "Brothers" & "Sisters"?"

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>>548348

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

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>>548348

OK then.

>>548379

You close your eyes and let Jean's speech sink in, that huge painting above his desk looming large in your mind along with what he's said and how it's matching up with the visions you had while fighting to get that damn "G-Mantle Mask" off of your face. Then you ask "Where are they now? My "Brothers" & "Sisters"?"

"Well, you never had any real brothers to my knowledge, though there are a few... "Cousins", I would say, that are unaccounted for. As for your sisters..." Jean pauses, thinking it over. "I would say two at the most. The very first of the two that created all of you is still out there somewhere living on her own, which is amazing to me because I can't believe NESTS never bothered with trying to find her... And the very last "Sister" that was born, but she's supposed to not even look like you, or the others even."

"Why so few?"

"I believe it had to do with how your DNA was purposefully selected and cultivated instead of being randomly assembled and formed from an infinite combination of genetic hosts... It made replicating others impossible at times" Jean theorizes. "But you're taking this all a lot better than I thought you would. Most of the Ex-NESTS operatives out there usually broke into tears crying right now" he adds.

>A. "I figure that you're either the big cheese behind all, or somebody that was part of NESTS."

>B. "I never felt like I ever fit in my whole life. It makes sense I'm some bloody Frankenstein my parents made for a giggle while doin' whatever the fuck you did fer'a"[crying intensifies]

>C. "I know right?"

>D. Write-In Vote

>>548416
>>A. "I figure that you're either the big cheese behind all, or somebody that was part of NESTS."

Sorry weasel had dinner late.

>>548416
>A. "I figure that you're either the big cheese behind all, or somebody that was part of NESTS."

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>>548434

It's all good Sleepy. I usually give about 10 minutes for more to reply before "OK, going with this unless" posts.

>>548438

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"I don't how to even anymore... Bah, my mind's fried." "I figure that you're either the big cheese behind all, or somebody that was part of NESTS" you blurt out.

Jean smirks at you, then shrugs his shoulders and does that "It can't be helped" pose you've seen Kazahaya do. "You're quite perceptive."

"... Ah shit, hit a landmine. Bracing for impact in 3-2-1."

"My family were one of the instrumental forces behind the creation of the "New Era of Science, Technology & Space" program... And they've had to carry the burden of the sick joke it had mutated into for nearly fifty years."

"So... wait, you're NOT part of them at all or anything?"

"Not even if they wished for me... I simply had people keep tabs on them when they went all-in on being an industrial-military complex hell-bent on world domination instead of being a world-uniting force in the waning days the Victorian Era. Then when they imploded in on themselves my family made a mint on selling all of the technology they had back to the masses..."

There's something about the shit-eating grin Jean flashes at your after saying that seems a little off-putting, but by the by you're holding up pretty well finding out that everything you know is a fucking lie, right down to how you were born into this world... Who are you kidding; You need to sleep on all of this to have it really effect you. "Those jokers went back that far? Holy shit." "Damn mate, you've got some next-level shit going on."

"Yes... But, that's all in the past. Just like yours" he says, but something about Jean's tone of voice sets off alarm bells in your head.

>A. "Come again?"

>B. Roll 1d20 to try and slowly back away from Jean and make a break for the to the door or the windows.

>C. "Really? Here we are all nice and chatty, and now you go and put it on me?"

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Roll 3d20 to fight your way out. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>548462
>B. Roll 1d20 to try and slowly back away from Jean and make a break for the to the door or the windows.
Damn. And I wanted to jump his bones.

>>548462
>>C. "Really? Here we are all nice and chatty, and now you go and put it on me?"
And here I was thinking of jumpin yer bones.

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>>548481
>>548490

Well then, 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. Combining votes is also acceptable.

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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>548506
Go for b or just voltron this. Dice for ya as well.

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>>548481
>>548490

"And here I wanted to jump his bones... Ah well, got to make an escape sharp-ish." You let out a nervous-looking smile and slowly start to walk backwards, hoping against hope that Jean-Claude Gabriel doesn't catch on to how much you're panicking after hearing that tone of voice.

"What, you want to go home already?" he asks.

"Uh... Yeah? I mean, this place is bonkers and your answers have been really..." THINK OF SOMETHING GODDAMNIT! THINK!" "Somethin', yeah..."

Jean looks kind of disappointed at you, but doesn't say anything and walks over to you. Your body braces for some kind of attack, or a quick stab to your stomach... But, he merely grabs your arm, spins you around like you were ballroom dancing and does a "Dip" before lifting you back up. "Come on, I'll escort you out of here personally."

"? I just.... I can't get this guy at all." You make that same nervous smile again, half of you expecting that he's just waiting for the right moment to bury a hatchet into your back while other half hopes that he'll just let bygones be bygones and wave to you walking out of here with a head full of conspiracy theories debunked... "Yeah, keep dreaming. Maybe you'll find Mr. Right while you're at it."

"Hey, Jean... Did you know my mom or dad all that well?" you ask, one last big wall of information/perception in your head ready to be knocked down.

"I never cared much for your father... Too loud & crazy for me to be around for too long. Your mother though... She was an incredible scientist and geneticist."

"? What? My dad was the globe-hopping scientist." "Really? I was always thought my dad was the more academically-inclined one in the family while my mom was the stay-at-home type."

Jean stops in the middle of a ringed design you didn't notice was in the carpet before. "Is that right?"

"Oh fuck oh fuck please don't try to fucking kill me here." "Yeah... I mean, talking to you I'm pretty sure that my memories of them aren't real but..."

"They're ones they wanted you to have" Jean replies, then walks you to the double-doors and you hear a latch open, pressurized air hissing from somewhere.

"These things sound like bloody bank-vaults..." "As much of a bother I've been today... Could I get a call back, or make another one of these soon?"

"Well, my schedule is pretty busy... But, I'll try to find the time for you."

Something about hearing that makes you kind of want to just bawl your eyes out, but you hold on and ask "Jean?"

"Yeah?"

"... Can I get a hug?"

"Why'd you ask?" he asks you in return before holding you tight and letting you kind of rest your head on his shoulder (He's not quite your height after all) and let the tears start coming out of you.

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>>548582

>End Updates...?

That'll do it for this thread. Thanks for playing today Y'all! I'll try to be back next week, most likely next Thursday (9/15/16) at the usual time (10 AM PST/1 PM EST/5 PM GMT).

>Player Question
Do you want to continue the adventures of our MC? Or do a "South Town Stories" prequel?

>Bonus Question:
Does anyone want to see the epilogue for this? Or wait until the next thread.

>>548601
Thank you for running, Weasel.
>Stay with MC
Things are getting more good.
>Next thread

>>548601
Thanks for running.

Nah I'd rangy her find out what happens to mc.

Save it for next thread.

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>>548604
>>548607

OK, the continuing adventures of our Main Character (Who's name will get decided upon soon) will continue next week and the "Bonus Scene" I had written out will be held off until next time.

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And this thread is finally archived on sup/tg/: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/537062/

>Pic Related: Last night in South Town...

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>>548632
I miss Sasha.

>>548661

Me too. She was fun.