>C. Keep being honest.

>>1797448
>C. Keep being honest.

>>1797448
>>C. Keep being honest.

>>1797448
>D. be quiet and enjoy the moment while it lasts, because it won't be forever

>>1797448
>B. Stop playing me, I don't need your pity

>>1797448
>>C. Keep being honest.

>>1797448
>>B. Stop playing me, I don't need your pity
I`m a strong, independent tin-man!

>>1797448
>B Stop pitying me, violet.

>>1797448
>C. Keep being honest

>>1797448
Hey Weaver, if I may.
The C option of "Keep being honest"... That's not giving out all of the information about Icarus etc, is it?

>>1797448
>>C. Keep being honest.

>>1797448
>B. Stop pitying me, Violet.

>>1797448
>>B. Stop playing me, I don't need your pity

>>1797497
Changing my writein to

>B. Stop playing me, I don't need your pity

>>1797448
C.

>>1797448
>>C. Keep being honest.

>>1797448
>C. Keep being honest.

Seems we have a winner. Time to get writin.

>>1797914
Here lies Weaver. Ded.

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>>1797914
Rest In Peace Weaver

>>1797914
RIP OP

He never delivered.

>>1797914


“You...you don't have to hug me about it.” You say at first, immediately the half of your brain that is enjoying itself attempts to shut you up. “I’m fine.” It counters, though the unsure part of you is ready to fall apart and fight back.

However this time it’s her that tilts your head to face her, and you see a series of emotions dance across her face before she opens her mouth to speak.

“Well, I think you deserve a hug so you’re getting one...unless of course you don’t like my hugs.” She starts, her voice lowering as she continued. You could feel the heat in your cheeks grow as you blushed and went to argue back.

“N-no that’s not what i’m saying! It’s jus-”

“Just accept it, Tiger.”

That cut your arguing immediately

>Roll me a 1d100

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1798069

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1798069

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1798069

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1798069

>>1798070
Taking This one

>>1798071
Banking this one

Writing

>>1798070
>>1798071
Nothing to see here, folks. Move along.

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>>1798070
>>1798071

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>>1798069


After a few more moments of this embrace you are roused from your moment by the sound of commotion by the entrance. You’re lucky in that your dancing has left you facing the doors as they are opened up by a body being pushed through it. You feel your heart stop for a brief moment as you see just who is being escorted into the club.

Roman Torchwick, THE Roman Torchwick.

What was he doing here?

>What’s the plan.
>A. Try and sneak off the dancefloor
>B. Warn the others
>C. Confront him
>D. Other.

>>1798096
>B

>>1798096
>A. Try and sneak off the dancefloor
>B. Warn the others

>>1798096
>>A. Try and sneak off the dancefloor
>>B. Warn the others

>>1798096
>>B. Warn the others

>>1798096
>>A. Try and sneak off the dancefloor
>>B. Warn the others

Then we can
>C. Confront him

>>1798109
Supporting this.

>>1798096
>>A. Try and sneak off the dancefloor

>>1798096
>>A. Try and sneak off the dancefloor
>>B. Warn the others

>>1798096


This can’t be good, if Torchwick was here than something had to be going on. Worser still was the fact that most of the civilians had fled which meant if confronted he would certainly fight. Add to that the fact that you could no longer be sure if Junior was neutral or not, and the whole situation had just turned into a powder keg.

You had to warn the others.

“Yang.” You start, your voice far harder than it used to be; It seems to startle her for a moment before she responds.

“What’s up Tin-Man?” She asks, her eyes meeting yours.

“Where is your scroll?” You ask, your eyes jumping from hers to the figure of Torchwick making his way towards the bar.

“My back pocket, Why?” She continues to ask, but you ignore her request and quickly get to work.

Reaching down you palm at the pockets on each side, hunting for the aforementioned scroll. Yang seems to go quickly from surprised to angry but you keep her close with your other hand as you draw the device from the left back pocket. Pulling it up behind her head you quickly type out a message to Ruby, telling her to alert the other members she could without being seen. With this done you look at Yang’s now scarlet eyes before explaining.

“Torchwick is here, we need to be ready.”

That quickly reverts her eyes back and she looks at you with a new understanding before nodding.

The two of you continue to keep up the imitation of dancing as you make your way to the edge of the floor before breaking off quickly for the table. By the time you arrive both your team, Ruby’s team, Khrone and even Cardin have managed to join you.

“What’s the plan, Boss?” Cardin asks
>How do you want to go about this?
>A. Go Loud?
>B. Try and Keep it quiet?
>C. A mix of both.
>D. Other.

>>1798197
>C
Sneaki beaki til we are in superior positions

>>1798197
>>C
>Sneaki beaki til we are in superior positions

>>1798197
>B. Try and Keep it quiet?

>>1798201
Seconding

>>1798201
this

>>1798197
>>C. A mix of both.
sneak into position then hit them as loud and painfully as possible

>>1798197
>>C. A mix of both

>>1798197
>>A. Go Loud

Go loud before our flimsy excuse of a cover is blown

>>1798197


“What have we got to work with? Weapons, skills. Make it fast I don’t know how long we’ve got.” You ask, and as quietly as they can people begin to show their hands. Blake pulls out her weapon in it’s pistol configuration from...you have no idea where, Yang simply taps her wrists. Cardin, Ruby, Jaune and Pyrrha are unarmed which proves to be a major issue, but that is almost made up for by Ren withdrawing one of his two pistols. Finally you look at Krohne who just groans and takes a seat.

You watch him pull the hook of his crook out of his pants and after hitting a button watch as the flat half splits open, revealing a pistol. With that done he then rolls up his pant leg and mutters about having to use it and pops a knife out of his metallic leg.

Part of you isn’t even surprised.

Looking at the small pool of weapons you sigh. It isn’t a lot to work with but it is better than nothing. However a plan begins to form and you speak up.

“Alright, here’s the plan. We need one team to get to the DJ booth, mess with the audio, lights anything. Cause as much panic as we can. The other will move on Torchwick once that’s done.”

>How are you Dividing this up?
> Weapons: Knife, Gambol Shroud, Ember Celica, Chronometris (Pistol), Stormflower (single)
>Teammates: Ruby, Yang, Blake, Jaune, Pyrrha, Khrone, Cardin, Ren, Nora, Yourself (10 total)

>Team One (Soundbooth Team)

>Team Two (Assault Team)


Debate amongst yourselves.

>>1798242
>Team One (Soundbooth)
Jaune, Ruby, Ren, Nora, Cardin

>Team Two (Assault)
Lucy, Yang, Khrone, Blake, Pyrrha

>>1798242
Everyone should keep their own weapon, pyrrha can get the knife
>Soundbooth: Blake, Ruby, Ren, Jaune
>Assault: everyone else

>>1798242
Alright, I'd argue we should keep the partners together, they are supposed to learn to work together after all

>>1798242
Supporting
>>1798261

>>1798242
>Team One (Soundbooth)
Pyrrha, Blake, Ren, Cardin, Ruby

>Team Two (Assault)
Lucy, Yang, Khrone, Nora, Jaune

>>1798261
this

>>1798242

>Team One (Soundbooth Team)

Ren, Jaune, Nora, Ruby and Cardin

>Team Two (Assault)

Luc, Yang, Khrone, Pyrrha and Blake

>>1798242
>Team One
Ruby, Jaune, Ren, Nora, Blake, Khrone

>Team Two
Lucy, Yang, Pyrrha(Knife), Cardin(IMPROVISE, YOU BIG BASTARD)

>>1798276
Support. With Jaune in the heavy hitter team atleast we can keep tabs on him

>>1798256
This

>>1798276
This

>>1798276
this

>>1798276

Calling it here

>>1798242

Looking between the the small amount of weapons and the group you have to work with. It isn’t a whole lot, but you at least have a small plan.

“Cardin, Blake, Ren, Ruby you guys are gonna tackle the sound booth. Pyr you’re backing them up.” You order, and wordlessly Pyrrha grabs the knife and nods. For a moment Cardin looks at you with uncertainty but you give him a nod. You rip a leg out of the table and before he can even ask you turn it to Iron and hand it to the teen; From this gesture he goes from uncertainty to a feral grin.

“The rest of us? Once that show get’s started we’re gonna go confront Torchwick. Get ready.” They all nod, and Yang just gives you a smirk.

“You know how to show a lady a good time, Tin-Man.” She says and you just shrug.

“What can I say? I have my moments.” You reply before you look to Torchwick.

>Roll me a 1d100+10

Rolled 30 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1798469

Rolled 17 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1798469

Rolled 99 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1798469

Rolled 7 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1798469

>>1798476

Takin It

Writin in like, ten minutes. Have something to do real quick

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>>1798476

>>1798476
Good man

>>1798469


After a few moments the music in the club cuts for a split second before the lights go out. There is a brief panic by the patrons when the lights begin to flash and go off far more rapidly than before and the music comes back, louder than before. Looking to the soundbooth you see Cardin with the previous red bear mask of the DJ with his thumb up, the rest of the team having already rushing down the stairs.

Looks like it’s your time to move. You rush through the dancefloor, practically plowing the civilians down as you do so. Between the sound of the music and lights you can see Torchwick is clearly unnerved and looks to the bartender to hurry it up. Just as the man moves to allow the Criminal behind the bar he see’s you and Shouts something to the barman.

At the same time the group of goons around the man also turned to see you and the battle for Juniors began.

>Roll a 1d100, best of First three.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>1798531

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1798531

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1798531

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1798531

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1798531

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1798531

>>1798534

So close, but so far. Writin

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>>1798531


The first goon that gets between you and Torchwick goes for a swing with his cane which you quickly grab and pull in, delivering a haymaker to his face. Feeling the man go limp you continue to hold the cane before throwing it high towards Khrone. You take enough time to watch as he grabs it, sliding the hook of the cane through the lighting struts and landing close to the scramble.

Turning back to the fight breaking out you see Nora and Yang back to back being swarmed by a horde of bouncers, with Jaune scrambling in beside Khrone. You immediately move to cover Jaune when you hear the clatter of heels behind you. You turn to face the sound only to be found with nothing, you begin to think you’re hallucinating when you feel the brush of metal against your cheek and the sound of shattering glass as a girl begins to materialize in the space between you, an umbrella against your face, a blade narrowly cutting your face.

You barely have time to register the blood dripping from your face and the sight of the girl before you before she brings the umbrella to the floor and lashes out with a kick to your chest, sending you stumbling back

>Roll me a 1d100-30

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1798567

Rolled 89 - 30 (1d100 - 30)

>>1798567

Rolled 8 - 30 (1d20 - 30)

>>1798567

Rolled 32 - 30 (1d100 - 30)

>>1798567

Rolled 12 - 30 (1d100 - 30)

>>1798567

Rolled 23 - 30 (1d100 - 30)

>>1798567

Rolled 63 - 30 (1d100 - 30)

>>1798567

Rolled 32 - 30 (1d100 - 30)

>>1798571
Ignore that it was a missclick to a d20

>>1798570

This actually works

Writin

So when we hear her name

>"Hey girl, are you ice cream? Cause I could lick you all day~"

>>1798581

Are you proud of that? Do you really feel proud of what you just said?

>>1798620
Supportan

Neo is worst grill~

>>1798567

You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or the weird shimmer the girl gave off, you weren’t sure. But immediately you were on the defensive, her parasoul far faster than you’d have given it credit for. Combining that with the assault of kicks she could give in between were relentless. At this point it was only your reflexes from years of fighting were keeping you in this fight. Swatting away a stab you hop back from a series of kicks before lashing forward with a rocketing haymaker.

You’re surprised when she quickly hooks the handle of the pasould around your wrist, pulling you further down before delivering a kick to the inside of your knee. Feeling the knee buckle you refuse to back up and instead fire your brace, blasting you away from the girl and taking her parasoul with you.

>Roll 1d100-20

Rolled 91 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1798648

Rolled 44 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1798648

Rolled 78 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1798648

Rolled 95 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1798648

>>1798650
Well done, Writin!

Rolled 5 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>1798648

>>1798620
Yes?

>>1798648


Even without her weapon you knew that she was a major threat to you. She was significantly faster and her ferocity when the two of you clashed left no doubts that even unarmed she could beat you. Looking to her weapon realize you need to catch her and keep a hand on her if you’re going to have any chance of combating her effectively.

So against your better judgement you charge the girl, weapon in hand.

She gives you a coy smirk as she rushes to meet you, jumping over your stab with the parasoul before kicking at your face; Forcing you to duck back as she stamps her heel into your wrist, falling back as she grabs ahold of her falling weapon. However this was exactly what you had wanted for her to do.

>Roll 1d100-10

Rolled 78 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1798704

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>1798704

Rolled 100 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1798704

Rolled 53 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1798704

Rolled 52 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1798704

Rolled 39 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1798704

Rolled 35 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1798704

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>>1798707

>>1798707
Good shit

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>>1798707

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>>1798707

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>>1798707

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>>1798707

>>1798704

Following as she continued through her flip you lashed out and gripped her ankle. While she had the advantage when she was on her feet, she had made the mistake of trying to get back her reach on you she had come far too deep into your owns. Holding her at a distance you could only watch as she flailed in your grip, the slashes she was throwing at your arm only serving to cut your bandages to ribbons.

You were really going to hate buying new ones.

Punching the girl in the stomach with your free hand you took satisfaction as she stutters for breath as you begin to raise her to slam her into the ground when she instead grabs your head and pulls herself closer. Your eyes meet hers and expect some sort of bracing for impact, but instead her strange brown and pink eyes only show a sense of playfulness.

A moment later you feel the feeling of something warm, soft and tasting ever so slightly of mint brush against your lips. At first you think it’s your brain playing tricks on you but seeing her eyes so close to yours there's no mistaking it. You especially can’t mistake it when you feel an equally soft object tap at your shocked lips.

This girl is kissing you; And more than that trying to give you tongue.

For a split second your combat trained brain is superseded by both rational and instinctual thought, who both immediately begin to argue with each other about the way they should proceed. Part of you says to enjoy the moment, the other is panicking at the implication. However by the time your combat instincts manage to kick back in you’ve already let the girl go and she’s vanished.

>Wat Do Now?
>A. Back up Yang and Nora
>B. Back up Jaune and Khrone
>C. Take on Torchwick
>D. Other.

>>1798745
>A

>>1798745
>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745
>>C. Take on Torchwick
Can't let Torchwick get away

>>1798745
>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745
Fuck it change>>1798749 to >C

>>1798745
>>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745
>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745
>>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745
>>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745

>C. Take on Torchwick

Here we go boys

>>1798745
Neo route unlocked. Let's fuckin do it.

>>1798745
>>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745
>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798745
>C. Take on me

>>1798745
>C. Take on Torchwick

>>1798849
>Take me on

>>1798745
But seriously,
>Take on Torchwick

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Obligatory Post When?

>>1798745

With that distraction over with you instead turn to focus on the next major threat: Torchwick himself. You find the man standing behind the bar, firing off the occasional blast at anyone getting too close. More goons, now joined by bouncers and a mountain of a man with a baseball bat in his hand rush from the back and directly in your path.

Gritting your teeth you let out a grunt and barrel two of the men to the ground; your metallic arms like clubs battering them to the floor as you rush past, their axes clanging uselessly against his limbs.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1799021
ROLLAN

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1799021

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1799021
>>1799021

>>1799026
>>1799024

Well fucking done

Writin

>>1799021

To your side another goon goes flying as Mars charges alongside you, enthralled in the battle around you and the music. Looking to you you lock eyes and both of you nod to one another. There isn’t time to bicker and both of you surge forward. Due to your momentum you reach the goons first and reach back, Mars grabbing your hand as you twist; Using him like a meaty hammer you bring him down, his leg slamming into the chest of the first Goon before he continues the motion. You relax into it, rolling along the back of your ex-bully and slamming your fist into the goon ahead.

Getting to your feet the two of you continue to fight against one another; Supporting and assisting when needed. In a few moments there is a small pile of bodies around you and the only two left are Torchwick and the Mountain of a man.

>Who do you take?
>A. The big man
>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093
>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093
>A. The big man
Luc is a big guy

>>1799093
>>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093
>>B. Torchwick.
REMATCH

>>1799093
>Torchwick

>>1799093
>B. Torchwick.

>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093
>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093
>>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093
>B. Torchwick.
Got to cut off the head.

>>1799093
>>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093
>>B. Torchwick.

>>1799093


“You take the big guy, I’ve got a bone to pick with the little guy.” You inform Mars and he just snorts, cracking his knuckles.

“You sure you just are afraid of him?” Mars asks, grinning but you ignore him and instead head for the man.

However before you can get within arm's range he immediately opens fire, with small balls of fire speed towards you from the bar. Just like last time it was easy to punch them out of the air with your hands like great iron clubs. By the time you’re within a few feet he snarls.

“We really need to stop meeting like this kid, I was just here on some business! I’m sure you know how these things go.” These words are also met with a flurry of cane strikes that you just barely manage to avoid. Ducking beneath another swing you lash out with your fists and catch him in the side but just as with the girl before it shatters like glass.

Before you can even react you are kicked from the side and stagger, the girl from before and Torchwick standing together; A smug grin on the man's face.

>Roll 1d100-40

Rolled 42 - 40 (1d100 - 40)

>>1799189

Rolled 16 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>1799189

ROLL

Rolled 71 - 40 (1d100 - 40)

>>1799189

Rolled 100 - 40 (1d100 - 40)

>>1799189

>>1799199

YO! Well done!

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>>1799199
Well done.

>>1799199

I KNEW that my sacrifice to Tzeentch last night would help!

>>1799199
>All these 100's in just this thread alone
Lucy is loved

>>1799189


You’re immediately thrown on the back foot as Torchwick continues his volley of shells as the girl charges you with surprising speed. By the time you’ve dealt with the flaming shots she’s already on top of you, swatting the Parasoul at you as she draws the handle out; The blade from within following the blunt impacts. You swat the blade away, but grunt as the blunt tip of the umbrella jabs you in the side; but you refuse to give this girl a second of down time as you bring your arms down with force, bowling the girl down as your other hand bends the neck of her umbrella.

Kneeing her in the stomach you grab the back of her hair. Just as you’re about to bring your forearm down along her ribs you’re blasted back by Torchwick who continues the relentless barrage as the girl scampers back.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1799281

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1799281
>>1799281

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1799281

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1799281

>>1799289

Ooohhh, Rough.

Writin

>>1799291
We have crits.

Rolled 57 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1799340

Rolled 15, 85 - 10 = 90 (2d100 - 10)

>>1799340

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1799340

>>1799281

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES PLEASE HOLD I PASTED TOO MUCH

Before you can do anything another one of the shells blasts you a few feet back. You’re pretty sure you would have kept going but you slam into a wall, the concrete cracking beneath the impact of your body. You let out a groan as your head swims, arms slowly reacting to your nerves as you slowly pulls yourself out of the crater in the column. Looking back you see that the girl and Roman have now turned their attentions to Mars; Outnumbering him three to one.

>Roll 1d100-10

Rolled 32, 71 - 10 = 93 (2d100 - 10)

>>1799340

Rolled 8 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1799357

Rolled 26 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1799357

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1799357

Rolled 39 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1799357

Rolled 14 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1799357

>>1799353
>>1799347

I am being kind. I am not always so Kind.

>>1799357


Pulling yourself clear you press your foot to the Column and fire it, rocketing through the air and tackling the taller man to the ground beneath you. Putting your knee into his elbow You glare down at him. “I don’t want to kill you, but if you get back up I can’t make promises.” You growl and the man beneath you for a moment considers the offer and nods.

You want to take him at his word but you knock him in the side of the head and knock him out for good measure.

Turning to Mars you’re just in time to see him get kicked into the bar with a Groan. Before slumping against it.

That isn’t good. Not at all.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1799507

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1799507

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1799507

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1799507

Have a nat1 to get rid of the bad luck

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1799507

>>1799509

Well Done, Writin

>>1799507


You lunge at Torchwick with a roar, catching the man off guard as you swat his cane aside and go to kick him in the chest and away from the downed Mars, only to tense as the girl catches you in the back with her blade. Turning to face the girl she’s already gone and you felt another slash catch you on the outside of your leg, forcing you to kneel. You begin to panic being so vulnerable but the sound of gunfire draws you to see your allies firing at the girl in salvos, with Yang, Pyrrha and Violet rushing to close the distance.

“Neo, time to go!” You hear Torchwick say as the girl silently rushes to her companion's side, now identified as Neo.

You watch as the two of them dive behind the bar, before feeling the cool metal of Yang's gauntlet against your neck as Yang begins to pull you clear, the others continuing their salvo as Violet collects Mars. It isn’t so much the injuries or the alcohol as it is the duo of them that leaves you in a stupor as rest of your charges surge forth to make a wall between those who were hurt and still fighting.

Having set you down near the stairs with Jaune, Ruby, Russel and Mars himself you look to Yang to say thank you but you find an unreadable expression returning your grateful one.

After a few moments of gunfire things finally calm down you decide to:

>A. Await the police.
>B. Make your way back to Beacon
>C. Talk to your Cadre
>D. Other.

>>1799670
>A. Await the police.

>>1799670

>C. Talk to your Cadre

Best we see if anyone got hurt

>>1799670
>A. Await the police.

>C. Talk to your Cadre

>>1799670
>C. Talk to your Cadre
>B. Make your way back to Beacon

>>1799670
>C. Talk to your Cadre
Oh god she saw what Neo did.

>>1799670
>>A. Await the police.
Then:
>>C. Talk to your Cadre

>>1799670
>>C. Talk to your Cadre
then
>>A. Await the police.

>>1799670
changing >>1799688
to
>C. Talk to your Cadre

>>1799670
>>>C. Talk to your Cadre
>then
>>>A. Await the police.

>>1799670
>B. Make your way back to Beacon
>C.Talk to your Cadre

>>1799670
>>B. Make your way back to Beacon
>>C. Talk to your Cadre

you still running weaver?

>>1799962
He usually takes like an hour or 2 to post when it's not an action scene. Any longer then that and he ded.

>>1799962

I'm always running. But that's the problem. I've spoiled much of my audience and I love 'em to death for it haha.

I've been running the last eight days straight and i'm not done yet. Writin now.

>>1799670
>Talk to your Cadre
>Other
All according to plan....we get some dances, drinks and action too
>Go back to drinking with all other team members

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>>1799670
>>C. Talk to your Cadre
Tonight was a good night. Let's see if anybody got hurt before the police arrive.

>>1799670


You have no doubt that the police are already on their way and checking your scroll you realize it’s now nearly midnight. It amazes you that you had been gone for so long given how little it felt that you had done, but you partially blame the alcohol. However instead of worrying about the finer point of dealing with the police force you turn to the group of teenagers you had just put through a combat scenario….though you hadn’t wanted to but hey. These things happen.

Looking over everyone, there were not really a whole lot of injuries. The worst of them were probably yourself and Mars, with Jaune coming in third. It wasn’t surprising that, given that you knew Jaune had about as much combat experience as a fly. You make a note to yourself to address that when you can.

As for the rest? Many seemed excited at the sudden action and the clear divisions you had seen that afternoon looked faded. All and all it was progress.

Finally feeling your most recent cuts fading away underneath your Aura you put some test weight on your leg and after standing up you decide to approach:

>Write in.

>>1800429
yang

>>1800429
>>1800429
Mars. Like it or not, he was a great help and got pretty injured. We need to check his status. After that, Jaune.

>>1800429
>>Write in.
>Mars
It's high time we have a frank talk with him.

>>1800429
supporting >>1800439

>Yang

>>1800429
>Mars. Like it or not, he was a great help and got pretty injured. We need to check his status. After that, Jaune.

Alright guys, last post for the evening. But i'll be back tomorrow...as always.

>>1800429
>Mars
We need to talk to Yang too, but we can do that back at the dorms.

>>1800429
>Mars. Like it or not, he was a great help and got pretty injured. We need to check his status. After that, Jaune.

>>1800439
Support

Did we pick up that bottle of alcohol?

>>1800689
Bidding hasn't started yet

Get ready, writin boys

>>1801514
Update ETA 3 years

>>1800429


Propped up against the stairs is Mars, with Violet beside him just keeping him in a roughly sitting position. There is still a large part of you that wants to ignore the teens but given your recent fight you knew you had to talk with him; If only to ensure he was alright. As you approach Violet looks at you for a moment but says nothing, instead stepping aside as Mars finally acknowledged your presence, the glow of his red eye swiveling up to you.

“Not bad, Tin-Man.” He chuckles, wincing and quickly clutching at his chest.

“Not so bad yourself, though you could have stuck the landing better.” You reply, before you get back up and quickly move to the bar. For a split second you are tempted to grab the bottle of Grimm’s Blood but you tell yourself to be better than that and instead grab a half empty bottle of whiskey and bring it back.

You hold the bottle out, which he accepts gladly. After taking a long swig he coughs and sighs.

“Don’t think this makes you some kinda leader, Lucy. I can respect that you fight well but don’t think that makes us friends.” He warns and part of you sighs.

“I know.” You say weakly, but perhaps the alcohol still flowing through your veins has you speak up “I know we won’t be friends, and i’m calling the shots when i’m around; But when you’re out there without me? You’re your own boss.” You assure.

You don’t know what to make of the face he makes, but before he can reply your courage leaves you and you leave him to his musings.

>Now then; Wat do?

>A. Continue to wait for the cops
>B. Head home to Beacon
>C. Go outside, take a breath.
>D. Other.

>>1801568
>C take a breather

>>1801568
>C. Go outside, take a breath
If only luc was a smoker

>>1801568
>>A. Continue to wait for the cops
>>C. Go outside, take a breath.
>>D. Other.
Grab another glass of the Grimm's Blood. Go to Khrone.

>>1801568
>C. Go outside, take a breath.

>>1801568
>>C. Go outside, take a breath.

>>1801568
>C. Go outside, take a breath.
We've earned it.

>>1801568
>>C. Go outside, take a breath.

>>1801568
>>1801568
>C. Go outside, take a breath.

Seem's we're taking a breather

Writin

>>1801568


Finally opening the door to the crisp autumn air you do your best to ignore the dull whine of the music and the bass still ringing in your ear. The day had been far too long now, and with the adrenaline of the fight wearing away your body felt like lead. Parking yourself on a bench you let yourself sink into the wood frame and shut your eyes.

You let yourself wander the last few hours and the dozens or so interactions you had shared with a host of people. The toast to your Cadre, Weiss and her belief that you’re a secret agent. By the time you even can start to think about Yang and the strange girl Neo you feel the bench shudder a little and you open your eyes to see the massive figure of Cardin plopped beside you, the Bear helmet still half-cocked on his face.

“You ‘doin alright, boss?” He asks, looking to you.

You shrug, not really sure of how to open up to the stranger you had only recently met.

“Just tired, a long day and all of this is far out of my scope.” You finally decide to say; Sure it barely scratches the surface of the rollercoaster of things in your head, but perhaps it would be enough for him to get an idea.

He chuckles, which indicates he probably didn’t.

“You did better than you probably think.” He offers, though even he seems uncomfortable in saying this “After all, you did pretty well considering we barely know one another.”

Part of you is thankful that he’s trying to at least be kind about it.

>Wat do?
>A. Continue to converse with Cardin
>B. Get the group, it’s time to go
>C. Call the cops and leave, they can handle this.
>D. Other.

>>1801647
>A. Continue to converse with Cardin

>>1801647
>A Cardin's a cool guy, eh bullies faunus and doesn't afraid of anyone

>>1801647
>A. Continue to converse with Cardin

>>1801647
>>A. Continue to converse with Cardin

>>1801647
>>A. Continue to converse with Cardin

>>1801647
>C. Call the cops and leave, they can handle this.
>B. Get the group, it’s time to go

>A. Have a simple conversation with Cardin

>>1801647
>>A. Continue to converse with Cardin

>>1801647
>C. Call the cops and leave, they can handle this.

>>1801647
>A. Continue to converse with Cardin

>>1801647


You send out a quick message to the few people you had in your Scroll to collect themselves and be ready to leave shortly, but instead of calling for the bullhead you instead look to Cardin.

“How did things go on your end?” You ask, not having really asked anyone yet on how their part of the plan had gone.

He chuckles and sticks his thumb up “Went really well actually, considering you put a lot of the faster members with me it seems they managed to get the jump before I even arrived. Of everyone there, was probably the big guy at the booth itself that was the trouble. But by then it was easy for me to just give him a good smack up the head.” He recounts, tapping the helmet he still had with him. “Thinkin’ on keeping this as a souvenir, what do you think?” He asks

>wat do?
>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.
>B. You don’t really know what to say
>C. Tell him to ditch it
>D. Other.

>>1801773
>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.

>>1801773
>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.

>>1801773
>>1801773
>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.

>>1801773
>>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.

>>1801773
>>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.

>>1801773
>A
eh keep it

>>1801773
>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.
Any armour's good armour.

>>1801773
>>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.

>>1801773
>A. Let him keep it, there’s no harm.

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>>1801773
>A. Let him keep it, But dont parade it around.

Don't want Junior to show up suddenly at Beacon and see the bear hat in Cardins possession.

Plus, he'll probably like us more for this.

Pic kinda sorta related

>>1801773


You chuckle at the thought. Go to a night club. Drink, dance, have a good time, shoot up a club and you get a bear helmet out of it. Eh, why not? Might be nice to have a memento of the event.

“How about this? We can keep it in the conference room. Like a trophy for all of us? Sound good?” You ask and you watch his face break into a grin.

“Sounds good, boss. This is gonna be a hell of a story to share.” He says, standing as the rest of the cadre finally shuffles their way out of the club. Some holding bottles of alcohol, others just cheering their victory and camaraderie and others just looking asleep on their feet.

Nobody needs encouragement to make their way to the airdock, however this time you are mindful to get a second bullhead to deal with the cramming issue. You nearly fall asleep during the short flight but the landing jostles you awake just enough to slog your way to the Dorms.

>Roll me a 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1801797

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1801797

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1801797

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1801797

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1801797

>>1801800

Yeet

Writin

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>>1801800
I dedicate this roll to acid

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>>1801813
Bad taste

>>1801797


Fumbling the door open you manage to drag yourself to your bed before flopping onto it, you groan happily as you feel your body sink slightly into the mattress. You really would never take a mattress for granted after the last few days and even as you lazily work to remove your brace you simply enjoy the comfort of the bed; A comfort you had not had since your recent journey to Vale.

Sighing in relief you sit up, removing your jacket and hanging it on the corner post of your lower bunk. Having done that you open your eyes and find that only Jaune up on his bunk in what you think is a blue onesie.

You are not going to ask.

Seeing as he’s already well on his way to bed, you slip off your shirt. Making sure to keep your back to the wall as you scoot to the edge of your bed to retrieve a clean shirt. You also take the time to quickly take your pants off and replace them with a more comfortable pair of shorts and lay yourself down on your bed.

Your eyes are like lead as you begin to feel yourself drift into sleep. It’s a welcome feeling, just slowly sinking back into yourself and enjoying the rest you no doubt deserved. However as you continue to drift deeper and deeper into the sands of sleep the clicking of the bathroom door brings at least a small part of your brain back to semi-consciousness.

You can’t tell if it’s part of some waking dream or other phenomenon, the events of the day prior already mushing together like a cocktail of violence and relaxation. Yet your lidded eyes can barely make out the mane of yellow hair of Yang, her bundle of clothing from the day in her hands and instead changed back into her pajamas. Seeing it brings you back to the morning, of the scent of lavender and the tenderness of the moment; And without the active part of you to deny it you let yourself sink into the happy memory.

Yet again you’re dragged back like a lure on a line as you hear the fabric flump onto the floor. She’s far closer now than she used to be, standing practically beside your prone form in the bunk. You’d tell yourself that she was just getting ready to clamber up yet you could swear her eyes are looking at you.

But that would be crazy, right?

Before you can argue that it’s all just a dream, you confirm it as you feel a soft, warm sensation against your lips and the slight hint of cinnamon on your nose. You had only felt this sensation once before and it had only been a few hours before. This certainly had to be an extension of that, just your memories being so mangled together that you were imagining things.

You had to admit though, it was a thought you were very comfortable with.

You drift off to the sensation still echoing in your brain and the scent of cinnamon and lavender; Blissfully unaware of the truth.

>Day 1, Over

>>1801886
The day is over, but is the thread?

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>>1801908

>>1801908
This session is over, IIRC from the discord, and he's taking tomorrow off.

>>1805395

ALRIGHT BITCHES VACATION IS OVER