You sit across Bao, her glowing blue eyes quietly watching you. You don't feel judgement nor anger from her gaze, it simply is. "I'm sorry..." You begin but your friend raises her hand."Don't be." She says gently and though you are relieved that you did not offend, you still feel obligated to give an explanation. You try to relax a bit and ease up but the memory of the sorrow still seems to linger or perhaps it was just that powerful to leave such a lasting impression. "I...wasn't expecting how powerful Shenlong's sorrow would be. Maybe it was arrogance but I thought that perhaps I could remain here and give words of comfort. When it all happened though...I simply couldn't stay. My concentration broke or my mind couldn't handle it. I'm not sure." You say as you take a nearby cup into your hands. It was empty and you weren't particularly in the mood for flavor but simply having something to manipulate seemed to help your settle a bit. Bao gently places her hand on yours."There is no shame in what you did. You are mortal and what you did was out of kindness not arrogance or self importance." She says. "Though any words perhaps would have been drowned out in the sea of sorrow. It is your intent that we admire and are grateful for. Perhaps he knew this. Most would have remained simply for the right to claim they have seen something never before seen, the novelty as it were. You, however, offered to stay to give comfort. That is what is important." You nod, feeling like a young student again."How is he feeling?" You ask. "Is he ok?"
Bao withdraws her hand and gently takes the cup from you. She pulls the teapot towards her and begins to pour you a drink. Despite the fact that the teapot showed no sign of heat, hot tea flows freely from it. Bao gently places the steaming cup in front of you which you take again but don't drink. In a similar vein of contradiction, the cup remains cool to the touch though you can feel heat emenating from the top where the steam was rising from. As you simply stare at the cup and wait for Bao to speak while you come to terms with the death of a close yet unknown friend, the cat pours herself a cup. "His sorrow is unending." She says quietly as she sips. "In time it will abate or rather he will learn to live with them but wounds such as that do not heal. A parent will never recover from the loss of their child, they simply come to terms with the pain. And Shenlong's wounds are many...""What about you?" You ask. "How are you feeling? You don't need to put a brave front for me. I found out a long time ago that talking helps heal the wounds of the heart...or maybe it simply helps another come to terms with their pain." You admit."I don't know." She admits as she casts her gaze to the waterfall. "What emotions are mine and what are his. Sometimes they are one and the same. Other times they are seperate. Is the pain I feel mine? Is it his? It was my hand that killed them. Do I feel remorse because I took a life? Or is it Shenlong that feels remorse because he took their lives through me? Is my sadness my own or is it his?""How long have you felt like this?" You ask. "Like you and Shenlong are one and the same?"Bao shakes her head. "It's nothing." She says. "I often feel like this when Shenlong feels strongly about something and I would say this is one of the strongest. I'm sure you've felt something similar with Renshu.""Yeah..." You say, still uncertain. "I have here and there. He saw this or sensed it. I'm not sure how much he knows.""I supposed it is to be expected." Bao says. "It would be foolish to think that somethings wouldn't bleed over.""And you still invited me?""You are Shenlong's friend. Would you tell those your friends to stay away from the furneral of someone close to you?" Bao asks."No. I guess I wouldn't.""What you saw could be considered sacred in some circles, but you weren't invited because you were a worshiper so there is no blashpemey for him to know." She continues and you nod. You take a sip of the tea and enjoy the memory of the taste as it hits your tongue. You feel a warmth spread through your body, like that of remembering something fondly. It seems to bolster your resolve a bit.>What do you say?>Ask what happens next.>Invite Bao for real food. Perhaps she needs a change of scenery.>Make small talk. Ask about Bao's art.>Write in.
>>5080887>Small talkI want to give the big Lizard a hug. But he so sad.Also, welcome back luo. Captcha also welcomes you back, warding away R0na4
>>5080887>Make small talk. Ask about Bao's art.>Transition into the reason we originally came here. Ask her if your block theory has any merit or if it's just a matter of ming needing more practice.
>>5080887>Invite Bao for real food. Perhaps she needs a change of scenery.>Make small talk. Ask about Bao's art.> I wish I could invite Shenlong as well, but it's better for him to come to his own terms. Also I doubt he would be alowed in the city.> I hope you are keeping up with your art studies, because my food has become edible.> Anyway, I have come here to talk about Ming, but if you come over you might be able to see it for yourself.Hey boss, did you archive the last thread after it fell off the board? I can't find it on suptg to vote on it.
>>5081830It hadnt. No
>>5081873What, the archive or the food?
>>5081925Ok, let me get what was said last thread, I stil have it up.Your friends continue to eat and Xin Lan scrunches up their face. "I think...you burned the meat." They say. "And some of the veggies." They cough. "Oof, it's spicy too so at least that helps with the flavor. If it was even more spicy, you might even mistake it for the flavor of the chili.""Mine is fine." Ming admits. "Meat is ok but it's kind of salty. I'm not a big fan of spicy but I think it's not strong enough to bother me."A common enough mistake." Renshu says. "Some of the meat stayed at the bottom of the pan longer than it should have. It's difficult to tell given the color of the marinade and the color of cooked meat. Not to mention the abundance of meat that was cooked. As for the salt I cannot say." You stay quiet, perhaps that was on secret you can keep. Still, it was a lot better than you expected. Your friends weren't sick or dying. "Although, the lumps in the dough seem to be from the meat being moved around and it looks like some of the dough not cooked properly. Still, for your first offical attempt I'd say this couldn't have gone any better."Xin Lan puts their other meat bun down. "Well I think I risked enough. Not bad big guy. I honestly thought I'd be holding a black sludge." They say."Err...thanks?" You say."I think you did a good job." Ming says. "With enough practice, I think you might be able to take up cooking duties while we travel." She says.For me this shows the food is edible. It's still bad mind you, but definatly leagues above what TL did before, and that is the point of the little competition we are going to have with Bao, to show that you can improve and it's not hopeless.So I'm keeping my friendly taunt to Bao. She is going to paint and she is going to get good at it.
>>5081947Well, I tried to archive the thread but it gave me an error, and now it leads to a 404.Suptg is probably still fucked from the server migration, there was a bit of trouble a few days ago as well.
>>5081262Thanks anon. You and captcha.>>5081262>>5081612>>5081830>>5081960So we've lost the sacred archives? Jedi quest it is. I've been having real shit sleep guys. That's on me. I'll get a post going and see if I can archive it on my end. Well captcha blames WMDs of Y2. Didn't know they aged like wines.
Huh...it is all gone. Nearly a year and a half of work...just gone. I've got a few bits and peices saved on my end but yeah...Those fucking monks and their sand pictures lied. This doesn't feel nice at all.
>>5082027No boss, Suptg still opens, but the thread I archived leads to a 404 saying it doean't exists, and the thread below it leads to a blank page, but the third one is fine.The archive did go down a few days or a week ago to migrate server however, so it's probably something related to that.
>>5082030Calm down boss, the tags don't work, but the threads still exist, if you go to the next page you can open thread 15 for example.It started like this on the day that the archive went down to migrate, so the site will hopefully just go down and come back up later.
>>5082032Does my archive link work for you? Because when I try to find the others via tags. It's completely blank as if threads 1-15 were never archived.
>>5082037Tags were the fist thing to go down, than threads wouldn't open, than the site 404'd.Anyway, we can always try to manually archive the past and future threads so this despair never happens again.
>>5082036Sorry. Just frayed nerves from bad sleep I think. If things are still saved then that's good. I'll just get to writing then.
>>5082040It's alright boss, I also panicked on the day it migrated, I didn't see the news and caught me by surprise.Here's thread 15 to show it's still alive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4981066/
>>5082027>>5082030>>5082040Ey man, ey. Ey. Just chill my man. Bitta technical issues aside, nothin is gonna get lost forever. Even if the archives went down, there are other servers that hold this stuff. So no panics.
Unable to think of anything to add to what Bao said, you mull over what to say as you drink a bit more tea. "I noticed you made yourself a home." You say a bit lamely as you look over to the tree like structure. Bao gives you a small smile."Oh...yes." She says. "It's not really a home though. More like...a projects studio.""Did it really need gems for windows?" You ask."Well no...but glass didn't seem silly enough. So I decided that gemstones would be nice." She admits. "I think they actually look better than regular glass.""Well you're not wrong. Though I don't think anyone in the mortal world would consider using gems for glass. If anything, I think they'd lose their mind from the shock." You say. "But project studio? I hope you mean that it's for painting. I'll have you know that my food is actually edible." Bao grabs a cookie that wasn't there before and chews thoughtfully."I believe that you think that." She teases. "Hey, the others tried it and they liked it!" You insist. "I think I have made quite the improvement and so should you. Unless you've given up.""I haven't given up. I've...I've expanded my repitoire." Bao says proudly, now slowly coming back to herself. "One of the benefits of having so much time is that I can master many skills.""Really?" You say, unconvinced. "Show me.""No." Bao replies quickly."No?""No." She repeats. "They're just...too good. I wouldn't want to discourage you with how much I've improved. That's all.""Improved or cheated using Shenlong's power?" You joke."I haven't cheated! Everything in there was made with my hands." Bao insists."Oh well then let's go see." You say and stand up."No! You're-...can't!" She shouts but you're already half way there. You pick up the pace lest Bao comes after you. You throw open the door and step into the room.
You find yourself in a clearing surrounded by trees full of flowers and various bushes of fruits. A lake with a waterfall lays off to the side and a gazebo on it's shores. You simply stepped back outside. Slightly confused, you look at Bao who is walkin towards you with a smile on her face. "I said no." She says. "You didn't think I'd just let you walk in did you?""Actaully, I did." You say as you turn around to enter and arrive in the same place. Amused, you decide to test the door out by opening it and peering inside. You weren't sure what you expected but you see a dark room much like one where the candles are not on to iliuminate it. An odd view considering the glass and bright daylight. You step in, slowly, as you keep your eyes locked on Bao's amused face and slowly step backwards into the room. Again your find yourself slowly stepping towards your friend. You immediately look down expecting to see your legs in odd angles but they are as normal as can be. With a melodramatic sigh, you look at Bao's smiling face.>What do you say?>Ask Bao for permission to enter.>Pick up the cat and carry her in. She's obviously the key.>Suggest a change of venue and gets some real food. Perhaps some of your own.>Write in.
>>5082119>Ask Bao for permission to enter.>Suggest a change of venue and gets some real food. Perhaps some of your own.>Your choice Bao, I won't force my way in if you truly want this hidden. Either way, It would take your mind off things.
>>5082119>Ask permission to enter>If refused, pick up Bao she is obviously the key.
>>5082129>>5082152Asking for permission to enter. Writing.
>>5083023So good news boss, the archive went down later that day, and than it came back changed. The /qst/ half was broken for a bit, but now it's working fine.Unfortunaly I can't vote on it because I was the one who did the archiving.
"Maybe I please enter?" You ask with a smirk. "Or do I need to kneel and pray?" Bao giggles. "I don't know." Bao muses as she pretends to think. "Maybe..." You give her an amused look and turn to enter once more. The door seems to finally relinquish it's secrets and you see...a mess. It was as if every kind of workshop was stuffed in there. Even things such as glass and metal working forges were in here. Despite this, what really caught your eyes, and what drew you away from the fact the room was far larger than the building outside, was the art. Art being the generous term for the myriad lumps, angles, and blobs that you see before you. As you wander around the devestation of materials, only one thought crossed your mind. Bao really had no talent for the creative arts. "I've been practicing." Bao says proudly as she shows you a lump of metal to you. The sharpened end of it seems to imply that it's supposed to be a cutting utensil of some kind but if it's meant to be a combat knife, a kitchen knife or even a cleaver you cannot say. "See?""Yeah..." You say uncertainly. "But what about painting? You can't just try and win via sheer numbers in our competition you know and you have to do it in the mortal world as well." You ask as you pass a mass of chipped rock that you think is supposed to be a sculpture."Oh don't worry." Bao says. "I plan on winning."While the works around you didn't give you much confidence, Bao's certainly did at least make you feel more at ease. "Well, given what happened today. I think it'll be fine to postpone our little competition until tomorrow. Just so you can squeeze in a bit of extra practice." You tease. Bao puffs up her cheeks."I'm better at art." She insists. "You'll see. You're the one who's gonna need practice.""Alright. Alright." You say raising your hads as an offer of peace. "I'll be on my toes. But speaking of practice. I was meaning to ask you something." You relay your training with Ming and what you believe to be the problem or at least what you think might be impeding her progress in sensing Chi.
"Well you are asking a lot from her." Bao says. "Talent doesn't mean automatic mastery. At least, for everyone but you." She jokes. "She is right in some ways. Trying to learn something that people study their whole lives in the hopes that maybe they might get something out of it. Need I point out that it took you a few decades of litterally nonstop practice before you got anything applicable out of it.""I was also dead." You point out."Exactly." She says. "Give her some time and some space. If you keep pushing her, you'll only push her away. You're expecting a lot from the poor girl. Remember, even infants learn to hear and feel before they can see.""Is there nothing that can be done to help?" You ask."It's really up to her. This journey is more for her than it is something that can be taught." Bao says. "If anything, attempting to force it might even damage the way she interacts with her gift. If you truly think there's something holding her back then it'll be something mental not something to do with Chi itself or technique.">What do you say?>Write in.
>>5083061Great to hear. Glad that the stuff got saved.
>>5083078>A mental block was what I was worried about, Ming has managed to pick up everything near instantly. Xin was very affected on what happened on that ship, yet Ming shows no signs of it, I fear it might show itself in a more subtle way.>But I also have no idea on how to teach her how to see the spirits. After all I had to learn how to speak and understand them, but sight was a given to me.>Do you know any proper rituals for this Bao? On how others before me have achieved and taught this? The Library is quite sparce on definitive knowledge about Chi, specially on what's available for someone at my level.>I could always go to Oogway's house and hope one of the masters is willing to share what they know if you do not, but they are a bit difficult to track down, Eureka is a big place after all.
>>5083078Well, first I'd like to say "I WAS RIGHT" and for second>I guess I'm just used to her mastering every task she sets her mind too. But I understand where you are coming from, all the same is there any advice you have, beyond just "wait and practice"?We plan to tell her how to talk to them first anyway, actually SEEING them isn't really a requisite to the usefulness of the knowledge, and is something we can tackle a while down the line.>>5083188So I don't think the correct reply to "The journey is something she has to experience rather than be taught, give her some space and time" is "but do you have anything that I can teach her."Oogway would probably say something about "learning is just as much a journey for the teacher as the student"
>>5083203Yes, my autism is unbreakable.
>>5083220Altough there is still this part> then it'll be something mental not something to do with Chi itself or techniqueSo we might not be completly out of the ballpark of this being a questions of repetition.Now for something different, do you have any ideas on how to continue her training Ming other than just do the exat same thing we have been doing over and over until it works? I'm completly dry on how to make this interesting.If we go for that it might be better to ask Luo to just skip it until the actual important part happens.
>>5083223Could try and force her ears open properly. Like Renshu and we, get the passive ability to listen to spectral talk.Perhaps deal with actual problems when and as they crop up. Like skipping to the points where she describes blockages or flagging motivation.In this paticular instance, I think my style of dealing with people is what we need to adopt. The more passive "observe and prompt when needed" until we reach these speed bumps.As for making it entertaining, we can inter space the meditation practices with supplementary movements and lessons or straight use them as character building for Ming. She doesnt need much but it is always a chance to let her shine, especially since a lot of the time the players tend to forget she is very much an "everyman" in the scale of our group.
>>5083267Probably best to not force them open, we nearly went mad when it happened with the chaotic mediation. The open spirit thing would probably have fucked up TL if the whole being tortured in the 7 hells didn't eclipsed it.We really did some balls to the wall things, haven't we? By the time we reach the end of the quest we are going to have a list of achievements as big as Sun Wukong.Setting up meditations and letting her come to her own conclusions, and having some more discussions instead of a teacher and student deal, is a brilliant idea, I support it.
>>5083272Nah mate.What we did was opened our perceptions of the world and didnt learn to tune out the background on demand. It was nothing to do with spiritual shit.And yeah. We have done some mad shit but nobody will top Wukong.Let's see, if we ignore the shit done in the movie for brevity;1.first thing we did was become friend of the wind, even though we didnt realise it.2.we hunted down, fought, subdued and imprisoned an ancient life/skill stealing master of the martial arts who should be extinct.3.during the above, found and befriended a genetically perfect assassin who spent their life being trained to not be found and is forcefully spiritually at peace with themselves. Not forgetting a once in a lifetime genius of alchemy and medicine.4. We found treasure cursed by THE dragon king of the sea, and nominal leader of the 4 dragons of the celestial bureaucracy and then forced him to come to discussion with us.4b. We got tested by him and he decided we were good enough for him to break a generation long curse.4c. We died during this, to save our friend. But got better.5. We went to the land of Enlgihtened masters, became enlightened because we died upholding ourselves.6. Saved the children of the dragons through peaceful discussion with Kai, the second father of Kung fu, and confirmed our friendship as Shenlongs friend.6b. Learned a legendary and forgotten style of rebellion and power that blows basically anything else currently known out of the water.7. Saved a city from a madman with an incurable poision from the depths of human hate.7b. Helped cure that poision. But more ming than us.7c. Befriended and bested an immortal undead assassin who's style is that merciless and enduring that he walks to his targets as an unflinching wall of malevolence.8. Found a haunted town, fought off that town of skeletons, found its secret, put them all to rest.8b. Endured hell as a bargain to save Renshus immortal soul and return him to life. Later regained our zen. Became his blood brother.9. Stopped an invading army basically with 8 other people/masters of kung fu and befriended and advised the third son of the emperor on his path.9b. Painted a picture so lovely that it is immortalised in dragon gems with Shenlong.10. Found a mythic city of knowledge.11. Burned water then somehow didnt.I think I've missed some shit out. But I'm also ignoring that we helped return an emotionless assassin to the state of emotions.
>>5083292I meant that if she open the floodgates unprepared she is going to have a similar shock, going by how much the sprites act like children, it would be around the same level of information overload.It's basically getting a whole new sense and it being active all the time, it feels like it should be something Ming achieves at the end of her training, not as part of it. Unless that's what you meant and I misunderstood.
>>5083292And don't forget befriend a prince, encouraged him to start his own travels, helped create the first constitutional democracy in a town, defeated a kung fu master through the power of emotions, making them question their own ways, found out a big secret of the royal dynasty and stayed loyal even while being a ceiminal, one of the first mortals to see a spirit die (we saw it both when Kai released them, and now through the ceremony), and sucessfuly redeemed our own soul in the eyes of Yama.Right now we are also expanding the Library knowledge on chi, helping set up a enlightened master retirement home, and gave back emotions to one of the assassins.For the future, hopefully we will redeem the other assassin, create a new bullshit style that can fight without hurting, meditate on the mirror lake and uncover the mystery of the leopards.>And yeah. We have done some mad shit but nobody will top Wukong.Unless we manage to solo all of heaven, yeah, we ain't surpassing the funny monke. But I think it's enough to stand side by side in adventure, we definitivaly done a mythological figure level of achievements to pass onto legends, even if few people will know the truth.
So what's the consensus?
>>5083383Fuse>I guess I'm just used to her mastering every task she sets her mind too. But I understand where you are coming from, all the same is there any advice you have, beyond just "wait and practice"?>A mental block was what I was worried about, Ming has managed to pick up everything near instantly. Xin was very affected on what happened on that ship, yet Ming shows no signs of it, I fear it might show itself in a more subtle way.Maybe>I was mainly worried about a mental block, perhaps a more subtle fear as a result of the what happened on the ship compared to Xin's hatred for the sea. But I guess you are right, I must have become too used to her mastering anything she put her mind to. While I understand where you are coming from, is there any advice you could also give, beyond justcmore practice?
>Anons blame the boat incident.>Disregard all the chi shenanagins that nearly killed both you and Ren plus placed both of you in a coma.All my goat keks.
>>5083421She really should have not worried so much. Coma is just a heavy sleep, completely natural.
>>5083421The boat is when the spooky ghosts where around, together with the library. If it was about our weekly coma and a fear of Chi overall she should had a block for more things other than sight, right?
>>5083726Mental blocks are weird like that. Not to say you're theory is wrong. I just found it funny that the fact the big major uses of Chi and meditation you used in front of her resulted in your near death or a traumatic experience and were never considered to be the cause of any blocks she might have. Anyways I should get to writing.
>>5084149That's true.I guess after dying or repeatly visiting the afterlife, death and coma becomes less impactful.
>>5084181And I mean that in trying to remember on why she would be shocked.I was foing to rewrite my post, but accidentaly hit the post button.I don't know how.
>>5084183I don't mind waiting for your rewrite.
>>5084208On, it was a write of this post boss>>5084181I'm this anon, my ID>>5083394Sorry for the confusion
>>5084216Fuck, my ID changes.I was going to rewrite before posting, but I somehow hit the post button instead.
"I guess I'm just used to her mastering every task she sets her mind to but I understand where you're coming from. All the same, is there any advice you have beyond just 'wait and practice'?"Bao shrugs, "Practice and wait? You can't force personal growth...I mean I guess you can if you want to be really traumatic about it." She says bluntly. "Some rather...unpleasant sects of monks and cults believe that the closer you are to the spirit realm the easier it is to come in contact with the dead in all the wrong ways. Self mutilation, inducting near death states, some even throw themselves off of cliffs to try and get close to death.""Those kinds of worshipers exist?" You ask in surprise. It wasn't hard to imagine people taking things to the extremes when it comes to Kung Fu and you suppose that with religion it would be no different but to hear someone actually confirm it added a sense of surrealism. "I wouldn't call them worshipers." Bao says rather stiffly. "But Shenlong has asked me to keep an eye on them incase they decide to try something that would threaten the people under his care.""Something I should look into?" You ask."Not at the moment." Bao replies honestly. "But you and your friends are first on the list to ask to take care of it." She admits. "So far they're content with hurting their own people and aren't attempting any...recruitment. Most of their members are those that have slipped down that path on their own volition.""Most? What of the rest?""Bandits and other people with less that honorable intentions. Most of them hired to serve as runners for supplies, others simply cohabiting due aligning goals." Bao replies. You cross your arms. "Well...keep me in the loop anyways.""I don't think you get a choice." Bao smirks. You nod."Back to our original conversation." You say. "I just think something might be happening to Ming. Xin's got a pretty fierce hatred for the ocean but with Ming I fear that it might be something more subtle.""You just need to have faith." Bao says. "Ming must learn to overcome her own hang ups. She can lean on you for help but if you do everything for her then she would have been better left back at the apothacary a year ago. I know you're used to getting your hands on things and working through issues but sometimes all you can really do is wait.">What do you say?>Thank Bao and head back home. You have to prepare for your contest.>Ask Bao something else. Perhaps she can provide insight on other topics.>Talk to Bao about another one of your friends. >Write in.
>>5084285>Thank you Bao. Would you like something to eat in the material world?If not, then just give her a pat on the back and get ready to go. And to give our condolences to Shenlong
>>5084299SupportAlso a>Thanks for all the help you have given me so Bao, I can't imagine doing half of what I did so far without your support.Because honestly, she has been a real MVP this quest with all the Chi and blessings.
>>5084311Not so much half. But yeah, shes been a big help and was one of the first friends we made.So her emotional support is a great help. And we can at least swallow the guilt of her position.
>>5084346Half was kinda just of an expression.Although thinking back now, if she hadn't blessed us and made Shenlong our patron, we would have died in the boat for real right? So technically everything after thread 3 only happened because of her.
>>5084378Not really.It smoothed things along mighty fine, and it DEFINITELY made our attempt to deal with Kai easier. But I think we could have gone along fine without.OH, YEAH. Let's ask Bao what she thinks about Sangpo. He should have been by by now.
>>5084387I mean, the Water Dragon God said he was only giving us a chance to prove ourselfs because Shenlong was vouching for us, but maybe he is just tsundere or something.Oh yeah, we need to ask about Sangpo, the monkey must be visiting Eureka more now that he is going over to the mansion. We should also go visit Oogway and have a talk with the two someday.
>>5084391While the king did say that, we were holding his cursed device hostage, not to mention the narrative nature of the quest, there was another way to do it.We also embodied his desired traits completely. That could have won him over.
>>5084391>>5084407And uhh. We also have our worried friends back in the material world to take care of. We left them with our unconsious body after spasming and breaking down into tears after saying something about lost friends we never knew.Possibly contributing to this mental block idea you had for Ming.
>>5084407Rhat makes complete sense.Whoever, the idea of the king of the dragon gods being tsundere is funny to me, so I shall use that explanation instead as my headcanon.>>5084411Yeah, we should visit them another day, just adding thimgs to our to do list.We can porbably ask Bao about Sangpo though, either she answer right now in Eureka when time is faster, or she goes back with us to the restaurant and we can there.
"Thanks Bao. Dunno what I'd do without you." You say. "I should be heading back. Would you like to come and get a bite to eat?""I think I'll wait to try your cooking tomorrow." Bao giggles. "Although, you really should practice your offers for dates with your partner, not me." She says tapping your nose. "I wasn't...I mean...I just wanted to see if you were ok." You stammer.Bao smiles, "You know if anyone needs to get a mental block, it's you of all people." She teases. "I can see why people fall for you. That bashfulness means your motives aren't fueled by ulterior motives. You do what you say and you do it for the right reasons not just to win admirers.""H-hey, I've done stuff." You protest. "I've asked Renshu out on a date and everything. We spend time together and...and hold hands. Hug..." You feel your face warm up. "J-just because it's not like a regular relationship you know about doesn't mean it's any less valid.""There we go." Bao says, patting your chest proudly. "Just what I wanted to hear. Don't let Xin bully you into thinking you're doing things wrong.""At the risk of sounding arrogant, I think you're underestimating me if you think Xin could bully me into doing something. I can simply hold them upside down. That tends to make them settle down." You say and you decide to risk sounding foolish by adding, "How'd you know about that?" Bao merely smiles at that."Well, be nice to them as well. They're kind of cute when they get all excited and I'd very much appreciate it if you let my favorite author finish their book series before you make them disappear for trying to turn you into China's greatest romantic." Bao giggles. "No...not you too." You moan. "It's a nice book. Full of adventure and quite intimate friendship. They have quite a way with words." She says. "And at the risk of adding to their ego. Could you ask them to sign my copy of their book for me?"You sigh. "Sure. I'll let them know. I feel like I should read the book now.""Oh no." Bao says. "No no no. You'll ruin half the fun but..." She taps her cheek. "Hmm...you do make me want to come visit more. If only to speak to the others from time to time.""You're more than welcome to." You say without hesitation. "I'm sure the others would love to keep your company. Maybe visiting during your breaks would help.""With what?" Bao asks."Err...""Tai Lung, I don't regret my position and what I did in life." She says gently cupping your cheek. "You don't have to keep beating yourself over this. It's ok. It's not your fault and you don't need to serve any punishment for it. However, let's just say you meant to say that it'll help pass the time.""Yeah..." You reluctantly agree. "And it'll help you live another life with friends. Enjoy what mortals do that you never got to do."
"Ever the martyr." Bao says with a slight sigh. "But yes, I think I'd love to visit the city again. As me. Otherwise, we'll be breaking a lot of rules.""Come on Bao. Breaking rules is what we do." You say with a grin. "Speaking of the city though. The city's ruler. I've asked him to come visit and try to set up a place for others to live in. A kind of sanctuary for those that transcend to live and learn here. Has anything come of that?""Oh, him." Bao says as she thinks. "Well...he's rather grumpy but he was quite pleased to see Shenlong again. You should have seen him try to hide it. He was terrible at it. There have been some talks about that though. Currently, they're trying to figure out a set number of people. The spirit realm isn't really meant for mortals to live here but it's also not against it. Such an idea is quite novel. The problem is that you'd have to get all four dragons to agree to this and they each have their own views on what this realm is for. Shenlong doesn't hold all the authority here. It'll be quite interesting I think. I've never seen a debate amongst Shenlong and his siblings before.""Do you need me to speak my opinions to them?""Oh no. I think it'll be fine. Besides, I'm not sure how well it'll seem if two of Shenlong's friends come to speak. It might seem like he'd be trying to leverage his influence. Not that it would mean anything. In the end, only Shenlong's word matters when it comes to his own opinion but the gensture would seem rather rude. He's managed to get one other dragon on board to listening to the idea but it's slow going with the other two. Frankly I'm surprised how quickly he managed to convince them to actually even give the idea attention." Bao explains."Right..." You say, not really understanding. "Well if you need anything...or rather when you have some free time. Just come visit us. We'll be glad to see you.""I'll see when I can wrangle some time to go visit." Bao says. You give her a quick hug and slip out the door before returning to your body.---You come back to awareness in the darkened dining room. Moonlight shines through the windows and you see the moon high in the sky. The entire place is silent and empty. You assume everyone else went to sleep after trying to wait for you to return. Feeling something tight around your waist, you look around to find a large rabbit holding you tightly from behind. Renshu's breath softly blows against your neck as he lays asleep behind you, his large ears tucked behind his head and his cheek pressed against your shoulder. The warmth against the back of your neck causes your heart to race all too eagerly. Trying to calm yourself down, you quietly untangle him from your waist and carry him to bed. You know you'll have to explain yourself tomorrow in the morning and your friends will not be pleased with your abrupt departure.
As you lay the large bunny in bed, he curls up under his blankets much like his younger sister. It takes a few minutes before you realize that you've been watching him sleep all this time. Heart beating in your ears, you look around quickly before holding your breath and leaning down to plant a quick peck on Renshu's forehead. You feel like your heart is going to burst from your chest as you quickly hurry out of his room, oddly giddy for some reason.---"So, are you finally going to tell us what the hell is going on?" Xin Lan asks grumpily as they stuff a spoonful of oatmeal into their mouth."Tai Lung, we trust you but you really worry us when you don't tell us what is going on." Ming says reproachfully. "Especially when you run off again.">What do you say?>Write in.
>>5084726>The situation is mostly taken care of by now. But in brief, as I turned up, it was apparently the time for three great wind elementals to die. Spirits dont die like we do, they live forever and when they decide that now is the time for it to happen, they go to their father and they. . .Take appropriate pause to reign in emotions.>They cease to be. Their minds and memories turn to puffs of chi and spread to the four directions and they are gone. And they were my friends, even if I never met them properly. So Bao, Shenlong and I witnessed it and their anguish pushed me out of the spirit realm. It's why I was so quick to jump back, instead of leaving them to their grief alone.A full and proper explanation
>>5084726>There is no need to worry, it was not another crisis for us to solve.>I had decided to go visit Shenlong and Bao, since it has been a while, and I arrived right before a ceremony for spirits who chose to pass away.>A spirit doesn't die like us mortals, they don't leave a soul behind. When they pass, everything is gone, except for the collective memory that they share.>I stayed to try and give support to my friends. However, the sheer strength of Shenlong's grief and sorrow made me lose my inner peace momentarily. I rushed back to Eureka because I couldn't let my friends suffer alone.>And now for some good news, Bao said she is going to try to visit us more frequently now.Exactly what the other anon said, except mine is bigger, worse and autistic.
>>5084988I like to imagine that the little autistic write ins are that voice in his head which makes him a martial prodigy that cant help but let details be included.
>>5085484clearly that's just the chaotic mediation talking.
>>5085680Speaking of chaotic meditation, we'll need to refine the selective listening aspect of it.
Oh shit, I didn't expect people to actually like the autism version.>>5085484It is both a blessing and a curse.>>5086036We will probably refine the chaotic meditation when we get around to making the pacifist punch style
>>5086268I find the autism endearing, but that we should speak less as an autismo. Because we drop the linquini, but not actually being socially incapable.Anyway, pascifist punch style needs us to put everything else on hold. Which we can do now really, put our classes on auto-pilot and spend time learning about ming as we talk her through Chi.it can take us 10 weeks to get them all done or maybe it was 5, I can't remember. Just that 20 weeks with all our distractions.
>>5086333I was thinking of promoting a few of the students first and than trying to create the style, that way those 10 weeks can work as a test period for them as well.We had a list of plans didn't we? I thibk it was before the conspiracy and inveatigation.
>>5086350that's what we planned on doing, yep
>>5084988>>5084844I'm fucking dead. Just covered extra shifts these last two days. I just need TL and Striped bun to get married, smol bun to marry brown bun, and Bao to marry Ming. Just devestate the waifu landscape. Bring ruination to this game...or I can get back to writing coherently. That works too. How've you all been?
>>5087010Things are average I guess.
"There's no reason to worry." You assure, "The situation is mostly taken care of by now.""Mostly." Xin Lan repeats as they put a handful of berries in their mouth. Renshu quietly pats their head to behave as he makes his rounds to make sure your meals and drinks are topped off."To make a long story short...or maybe slightly less long. I decided to pay Shenlong and Bao a visit since it had been a while both in their time and ours. As fate would have it, I came across a rather important ceremony. One where spirits go to die." You explain. "A spirit doesn't die like we do. Once they're gone...they're gone. They have no soul to leave behind, no higher plane to go to. Their entire being is released back into existence. Everything is gone as if they never existed." You motion vaguely, unable to properly convey the absoluteness of their death. "And it's their father that kills them or in this case Bao. To them it's an honor. Their final duty. But to us...I don't know. It just something hard to wrap your mind around." You take a drink and gather your thoughts as memories of sorrow tug at the edges of your mind. "I knew this before hand so I decided to stay and give support. Losing someone, espcially one's child, must be diffcult and in my arrogance I thought I could help. I was completely mistaken. To feel the raw emotion of a Great Dragon...it's unlike anything I've ever felt. These spirits were my friends even though I never met them but...to feel their presence completely vanish and the ensuing sorrow. I realized how close and intertwined their presence was in my life. It was as if they were my own children...as if I had lost all of you. Needless to say, I could not maintain my composure and was forced back to the mortal world. Then of course I returned to try an not seem rude."The dining room goes quiet as your friends process what you said. Renshu comes around and places a hand on your shoulder before planting a kiss on your head in an attempt to help settle your nerves. "On a lighter note, Bao says she'll try to visit more often. I think that might help her retain more of her self. Also...she asked for a certain bunny to sign a certain book for her." You say.
"Well she has good taste." Xin Lan says stiffly. "I wish you could at least warn us." Ming says with a sigh. "But knowing you, there really wasn't any time was there?" She smears some jam on a slice of bread. "But I'd rather it happen because of you trying to help someone.""If it's any consolation, I will be serving some kind of pennace...today's the day of the competition." Xin Lan and Ming look over to you."Are you sure that's...wise?" Ming asks."Yeah, we haven't called the guard to let them know you'll be lighting their city on fire." Xin Lan points out. You give them a look and snatch the biggest berry out of their plate only to see that they stole a large bite of your meal as you did so with a smirk. "I'm ready." You insist. "I might actually have a fighting chance. I saw Bao's art room she had...it was something.""What dish do you have in mind?" Renshu asks as he returns to the room.>What do you say?>Something simple. Best to not risk burning the city down as Xin said.>Something complicated. You want to push your skills to the limit.>Ask your friends for a suggestion.>Write in.
>>5087113>Something simple. Best to not risk burning the city down as Xin said.
>>5087113>Something simple. Best to not risk burning the city down as Xin said.Meat Bun 2: Spicy Boogaloo
>>5087010I've been utterly terrible, due to a sickness making my day worthless and devoid of merit. But now the tai Lung is back, so it is time for shinanigence And oh dear, he's going insane, his antipathy is manifesting in Waifucide!>>5087113>SimpleMeatbun 3: the tastebuds destroyer.
>>5087283>>5087539>>5087737The meatbun trilogy. Writing. >>5087737Well shit man. I hope you get better soon. Can't do much but if the quest keeps your mind off things for a moment then I'm glad I could help that way.
"Meat buns." You say with confidence. "My favorite dish." Ming and Xin Lan look at each other."That's it?" Xin Lan asks. "You're gonna win with meat buns?""They're good." You say, undeterred. "And I like them. That's enough for me.""Well you're certainly not lacking on confidence." Ming points out. "I guess it's better to try and stick to something your comfortable than try something completely unknown. Like the saying goes, 'If it's not broken, don't fix it'.""That implies it was good to begin with." Xin Lan mutters into their oatmeal as they warily eye their elder brother. A look that is met with their own warning one. "You'll see. I think it'll be fine." You say attempting to assure yourself more than your friends. "But I have classes to teach today so it'll need to wait til this afternoon.""Oh! That reminds me." Xin Lan speaks up. "I can't make it to class today.""Why not? Something up?" You ask, now looking at the two rabbits. Xin Lan wasn't one to shirk something they made a habit of despite their protests otherwise."I'm gonna help Stripes buy groceries. We need to restock inventory and prepare for the festival. Given how picky he is for ingredients, I'm the only other person he can send while tending to the place." They explain."Actually, I plan on closing for a while." Renshu says as he gathers the empty plates. "I'll take the extra time to make sure things are going well. I might spend some time checking the ledgers as well. I'll make sure to have the kitchen ready for your competition.""Thanks." You say as you get up. "I'll be heading out then. Gotta make sure the training field is ready." Your friends bid their goodbyes as you step out of the room.Don't think I didn't hear about your little stunt last night while I slept. I didn't think you were so bold. You hear in your head. You stop dead in your tracks as your heart skips a beat. I'll be sure to return the favor. You hear Renshu add with amusement. Your face flushes and you quickly hurry to the outside of the city.---Your classes are slightly more chaotic than before given that Xin Lan was missing but ultimately they were just as they always were save for one thing. Much to your surprise, the old man returns still as cheerful as always. Though he does not participate, instead opting to drink juice and play cards by himself, he seemed quite happy to be surrounded by a new generation learning martial arts. As your classes wind down, he dusts himself off and stands up to offer you a drink. "Nothing like a good day of teaching those younger than you. Always nice to see the tradition alive and well."
You take the drink gratefully. "Well I wouldn't say it's tradition but I suppose you're right. It is nice to know there are others interested in what you dedicate your life too."The old man nods. "And will you leave them like this? Wouldn't that be cruel?"You stop mid drink. "What do you mean?""Their lessons are incomplete. They have no way to improve. Nothing to aspire to. Their lessons teach them the basics but nothing more. Other traditions of Kung Fu have masters to aspire to, lessons that they still must learn even after their training is complete. This style has no such thing. You have taught them how to use a quil and ink but not how to write.">What do you say?>Write in.
>>5087845>The purpose is to defend themselves. If the point is to be able to use a quill and they can use a quill, that is the purpose complete. I have told them before and told them plainly that this isnt a class for learning how to fight.>That being said, I am going to have to elevate some of the students to instructors, so if they wish to have another peak to strive for, I could perhaps try to introduce another layer of the style, either strengthening their limbs or advancing the style to defend those near you beyond just themselves. But I will leave that to them when I elevate someone, for now I am contented that if a drunk tries striking them, then that drunk isnt going to hurt them.Our mission statement was teach them the basics. This is the game. Maybe teach them to disarm people perhaps?>>5087760Yeah, it's a good help Luo. But dont take that as Negging.
>>5087845>I never meant to teach them a style, since I knew from the very begging that I would have to move on from the city soon, so I have restrained to self-defense classes.>I made it clear from the very begging the purpose, for them to learn the basics of Kung Fu, to improve their health, and for impart bits of wisdom.>I'm going to turn a few of the best students into instructors, so they don't become rusty once I leave, and give them a trial period of 10 day soon to see if the classes are able to survive without me and mny friend.>Since you worry about their lack of purpose and future, perhaps you should try teaching them during that period too, maybe you will enjoy it.Wait, what stunt Renshu is talking about? I don't remember.
>>5088033We put him to bed. . and gently pecked him on the forehead to say goodnight.The scandal.
>>5088038By the First Girl, the only way this could be worse is if they held hand before marriage.
>>5088052Don't worry, given Stripes' history as a rebellious evil youth I'm sure he'll skip hand holding all together and go straight to linking arms.
>>5088253>Clutches Pearl's so tightly that there are cracks formingDEVIANTS, DEGENERACY, INDECENCYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
>>5087958>>5088033Taking these. Writing. >>5088746Then they'll touch noses and whiskers. Hello Ms. An Bo's mom.
"I only meant to teach them how to defend themselves. If the point was to be able to use a quill and they can use a quill, that is the pourpose complete. I have told them before and told them plainly that this isn't a class for learning how to fight." You say."Ah but isn't that where the problem lies? You've given them a taste and now you deny them the rest. Perhaps allegory was a bit too much. You have introduced these youngsters to the world of martial arts, intent or no. Perhaps you may not have intended to teach them any more but now you leave them unable to improve even if they wanted to. Is that not a bit unfair? To not leave them some way to continue their journey as martial artists if they wanted to choose to go beyond basic self defense? To leave them with only bits and pieces rather than a map of how to continue?" The old man asks. His tone is polite, merely offering an alternate philosophical view. You ponder this for a moment out of respect for the old man's wisdom."For now, I am content to teach them what I am right now and I plan to hand the reigns of instruction to some of my more experienced students. Thus my classes can continue for those who wish to join after I leave." You say."And when those students no longer have anything to teach? What if they want to learn more and improve themselves?""Then perhaps they can ask the guard or search the library." You say. "I understand what it is to want to improve and go out in search of new martial arts knowledge but even I cannot hold their hands forever nor can I provide all the answers. Kung Fu is about self discovery and improvement. One must be willing to learn from both the world around them and from their own experiences to improve. Though...if you're so worried about it then perhaps you should teach in my stead when I leave. It might be more fun than Mahjong." You joke.
"Oh no. I'm retired. I'm afraid these old bones couldn't keep up with the youth of today. But...perhaps I'll keep an eye out on them." He says with amusement. "If this is how you plan on teaching them, then I will not stop you. I merely wanted to provide insight from another set of eyes."You genuflect and bow. "And I appreciate your insight." You say. "But I think my way is fine the way it is.""Then I look forward to see how your classes continue." He says as he gathers his things and goes on his merry way back to the city.---You arrive to the now empty diner with a bit of edge on your step. Despite how practiced you were and how confident in your meat buns you were, you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Such nervousness seemed to fade away as you stepped into the back door of the kitchen. The air in the small room was tense and on edge. You see Renshu pacing clearly upset and agitated. Even Xin Lan's carefree facade seemed to be slipping as they flip a kitchen knife in one hand. The two of you look at you in sync as you step through the door. "What's wrong?" You ask as you look around, senses on edge."Nothing." Xin Lan says before throwing the knife at a wall with such force that it would have embeded itself into the stone if their brother handn't snatched it out of the air."We've run into...some complications." Renshu says as they start to flourish the blade in their hands if only to give them something to do."It'll be alright." You say, raising your hands up in a sign of peace. "We've come to far for you two to be this vauge. What's wrong?" You ask."We're being cut out is what." Xin Lan spits. "What?" "The merchants, beloved. They no longer wish to trade with us. Or if they do, they only offer us what could charitably be called, slightly less than fresh produce." Renshu says. "It doesn't make sense." Xin Lan says. "Just a week or two ago they were glad to do buisness with us. Now they can barely look us in the eye."
"We've tried to speak with the farmers but they won't trade with us either. However they seem to be unable to by law not by choice. Something about maintaining economic balance." Renshu explains. "At the very least, not without offical permit. They seemed unaware as to why the merchant's have changed their stance on us.""It's obvious." Xin Lan says. "Someone is pulling the strings. Those guys were either scared or disgusted at us.""At this rate, The Warren might only last a month or so." Renshu says. "And we certainly won't be able to host anything for the summer festival.">What do you say?>Say that you'll go talk to the vendors and 'convince' them to change their minds. You can be quite persuasive.>The vendors won't sell to you but that doesn't include the rest of the city. Perhaps you can ask your friends to do some purchasing for you. At least until they get banned as well.>There is the town meetings. You could bring up your complaints there. This might not be illegal but it certainly isn't fair. Especially on this scale.>The rabbits could always steal and leave the money behind. That way no one is harmed.>Write in.
>>5088913>The vendors won't sell to you but that doesn't include the rest of the city. Perhaps you can ask your friends to do some purchasing for you. At least until they get banned as well.>There is the town meetings. You could bring up your complaints there. This might not be illegal but it certainly isn't fair. Especially on this scale.>If they start cutting out everyone that is even related to us, than it shows that it is a targeted campaign, making our appeal have more strength. We also need to getvthe heart of the people, I recommend try to use your own contacts and friends to support and vouch for us.Worst case scenario we get the brown bun involved, but I want to avoid using the little guy's position as leverage as much as possible.
>>5088919I just realized this kinda is the advice we gave to the trouble makers about asking for reforms and proteating corruption instead of going off to do stupid shit that would make people against the cause.It would be hilarious if they end up joining the cause.
>>5088919I will support.I also want ot check some sales laws. Because as far as I am concerned, refusal to sell food to those who are both capable of paying and have done no wrong to anyone is illegal.Since it is a targeted assault on both their lively hood and their very means of survival, since this isnt a socialist "you will be fed" state.Bringing this up in town meetings may give us the perfect chance to ask for the reason why. Which in such an open social place, could do some serious damage if they handle it poorly.And if worst comes to worst. . Well, I'm not above just letting them steal and pay for what they take.I'd prefer not too, but it isnt the most grevious sin in the world.
>>5088919>>5088932We want to speak to the manager. An Bo's mom style...or maybe more civilized like Hien. Writing.
You pull both rabbits into a hug. "It'll be alright you two. Are you telling me you're letting merchants beat you? After surviving an entire army? And the ocean?""Yes." Xin Lan says. "That's exactly what we're saying. Even you can't punch your way out of this." You chuckle. At least your little sibling's sense of humor hadn't died. The door behind you opens and Ming hurries in, panting."I managed to get some things." She says as she lays several heavy bags on the counter. "Went from shop to shop to try and avoid suspicion but I'm afraid a few of them already knew I'm related to you.""Thank you Ming." Renshu says as his tension subsides slightly. "Anything helps.""What are we gonna do?" She asks. "We can't just go sneaking around hoping to live like this. Soon word of mouth is going to spread.""Then we'll convert our fighting tactics to the market." You say as you let the bunnies go. "We fought in the woods. Hit them and dashed away. When they were many, we appeared to do so from the shadows."Your friends look at you confused. "So we're gonna hurl coins at the vendors from the alleys?""What? No. We'll simply strike from the shadows. We can ask our friends to help. We might be banned but they can't ban the city without drawing attention. If we can ask others to buy our supplies for us then we can get what we need. We can ask our students to help. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. I also know a few ladies who might be eager to help a rather mysterious Striped rabbit." You say amused. Xin Lan's eyes light up."Hey...that's not a bad idea." They say. "I like what I'm hearing." They punch your shoulder. "I knew you had the assassin in you. Too bad we can't kill anyone while we're at it.""We can spread out the purchases around." Ming says, eagerly. "Ren, the cooking competition! If we spread the word that you're hosting one, then it won't seem odd when tons of people are buying ingredients in bulk! Can you split up what you need in batches so it looks like someone is trying to make a specific dish?""Yeah! And by seeing these purchases, people will notice and will be more interested in the shop! If so many people are eager to participate then it'll make our credibility look better too! After all, the place must be good if so many people want to join our event."
At this, even Renshu couldn't help but give a small smile. "Yes. We can spread out the more critical supplies first and work our way down. If we stagger the purchases out over several days then it will be less suspicious. We'll need to work on a few dead drops or perhaps times for them to come deliver their goods here so they can't be tracked back here.""In the meantime, I'll go about talking to the city council during one of their public meetings. We can't do this forever and this needs to come to light. With so many eyes on us there, they'll be hard pressed to deny it or save face. We can do some damage to their credibility and perhaps restore some of ours there as well. It'll show we're willing to go through public channels rather than stoop to their level. We respect the system rather than-" You say but are interrupted with a heavy knock on the door. For a moment you assume the diner was being assaulted again from the force against the door.>What do you do?>Awnser the door. You won't be intimidated by anyone.>Send out one of the rabbits to sneak around the building to confront whoever it banging on the door.>Ignore it. You don't want anymore trouble today. >Write in.
>>5089478>Answer the door. You won't be intimidated by anyone.
>>5089478>Answer the door
>>5089689>>5089535But seriously, what asshole is here trying to start shit. Do they not know that we are motherfucking master of the 1000 scrolls of Kung Fu.Is it the guard, or that drunken bitch come to cause issues?
>>5089478>Open the door, get on the floor, everyone do the dinosaur.
>>5089535>>5089689>>5089815Opeing the door. Writing.>>5089716You messed with the brown bun for the last time. Nothing will get in his way to marry his snow princess. Not you or your unnatural cross species relationship. So the diner and everyone in it must be eliminated.
>>5091606Unnatural gay cross species relationship with a huge size difference*Got to weight it correctly on the heresy scale boss.
>>5091653I mean. Renshu is only a head shorter than us? That's not too different.. . . Right? RIGHT?!
You motion for everyone to stay quiet and keep an ear out. As you move to head into the dining room and towards the front door, Xin Lan leaps onto your shoulders and rests their chin on your head. "I'll sneak out the side and you strike from the front. We'll leave no survivors." They whisper.You reach over your head to pat the rabbit on theirs. "Settle down." You say quietly as you reach the door though even as you say so, you pause for a moment to listen beyond it. You hear no movement or noise beyond what is normal for the market place at this hour. With no indications of danger or imminent attack, you open the door as causally as possible though you note your whole body is on edge. You're greeted with the sight of a small cat in traveler's clothing, well worn and yet oddly clean. A basic blindfold made of torn cloth covers her eyes but that too seems too clean despite how worn it seems. "Hello. Is this a bad time?" Bao asks. "I see the shop is closed.""No. Renshu just closed early to get some errands done." You say looking around for trouble. "Come on in." You allow Bao to enter and shut the door behind her. "Did you see anyone else out there?" Xin Lan asks. "Someone was pretty generous with their knocks. Thought they were trying to knock the door down.""Oh that must've been me. I'm afraid I don't really know my own strength anymore. I rarely need to manipulate things in the mortal realm anymore. I was quite surprised that the poor thing didn't buckle under the impact." Bao says casually as she follows you towards the back."Can't you just like appear out of thin air? Why didn't you just come in?" Xin Lan asks. Bao turns her head to face Xin Lan in what you think would be considered perplexion."Because that would be rude." She says simply.The three of you enter the kitchen, now with a roaring fire crackling under a small pot. "I figured we could all use a nice cup of tea." Renshu says. "Something to wind down with and perhaps cleanse out palates after the competition." He teases, though you can feel his heart was not really into it."Wait, but we don't have any paints or paper for Bao." Ming says."It's alright. I brought my own." She says, looking behind her as she crouches infront of the flames and holds a hand out near them as if she was both reaching out and beckonging something towards her. She stands up and pulls a small scroll and a handfull of small jars from her pockets. "I just need a subject to paint. I think in order for it to be fair, Tai Lung should get to choose what I paint.">What should Bao paint?>Something simple like a fruit or container.>Something complicated. Like a person. Either one of your friends or someone outside.>Pick something from the kitchen at random.>Write in.
>>5091715If I remeber right, the size scale goes more or less like TL, than Ming get to his shoulder, than Renshu get's to his chest, than Xin goes to his stomach.>>5091716>Something simple like a fruit or container.Box is easy, box is good. Make it a rectangular box instead of cube though, so it's the bare minimum of shadow and perpective insteaf of tryong to keep symmetry in a 3d proportionIf she manages the box she can make an apple too.
>>5091716>Close our eyes, spin around and point seemingly at random. But due to our memory, point at Bao.I wanna see her do some self portraits. Its funnier that way.
>>5091715>>5091653TL is like 6' 4" in my head just for intimidation purposes. Top of Ming's head is TL's shoulder height and Ren is only slightly shorter than that not including ears. Soo...Ming being like 5' 9" and Ren being slightly shorter than that so 5' 4"? Or in the rough estimates version without using average head sizes. Ming is shoulder height from the top of her head and Ren is around Chest height from the top of his head. Xin is as nebulous as their gender the only constant I use with them is that when you're sitting and they're standing on the same seat, you're the same height (sans ears of course). Brown bun is only somewhat shorter than that but he's shorter than the average bun. Bao is shorter than Ren but only because she was still in her teens when she met TL. At full height they'd probably be the same if only to accentuate how tall Ming is compared to other cats. Which...fuck I think that makes her Tigress's height and that's pretty scary.TL;dr All height sizes have a rough estimate but I never made anything specific. If we went off of their real life animal counter parts. TL is like 4' 9", Po is like 6ft tall. I think in the movie they're about the same height. Things get silly again when we try to put realism in the quest but it's always funny to think about.
>>5091728>TL is 4'9>Po is 6'Man. . . If the film listened to any of that, it brings a whole new level of overconfidence to TL.>"What are you going to do, sit on me?"MO'FUCKA, HE BE THE SIZE OF A CAR TO YOU!But yeah, chest height still isnt that small. Certainly not enough to justify saying size difference.
>>5091734I don't know, it is quite different when you consider that TL is very wide too, and Renshu while strong, is leaner.Atleast going by the references that Luo said.And a full 1' difference is quite a lot most time. Or not, I'm not american, I can't read burger numbers, never managed to memorize how to convert it to cm or fahrenheit to celsius either
>>5091748It's 30cm roughtly anon. It's all good and my bad for not considering the real measurement system the metric system.
>>5091748>it is quite different when you consider that TL is very wide too, and Renshu while strong, is leaner.that is also true.
>>5091748A foot is imperial, and hence the measurements of greatest britain! Who's measurement system, we are reasonably sure, was concocted by a bunch of drunk mathematicians with a hatred of the common man and contempt of anyone who tries to make something else ot convert it to.
>>5091758>>5091767Who the fuck has a 30cm foot? Do the british have a bunch of 2,50m+ tall people walking around?But yeah, 30cm is just the size of a ruler, just a little bigger than a head difference, which is quite common for male and female couples. Maybe it being a male/male couple is what makes it look odd.
>>50917756 feet is considered to be normalish. 5 feet is short. 5'7 is still a hit dinky, least around my area.
>>5091723I will change to point at something simple.Just ot keep us moving.
>>5091835Nothing stops Bao making a self protrait in the future, so her painting one is stil possible.Just make this competition fairer if both persons are on amateur level.Who knows, maybe she will end up making something avant guard, ancient chinese picasso.
>>5091721>>5091723So, you're asking Bao to paint a box?
>>5092732A box or a fruit.Maybe a fruit basket?
>>5092732A box, or a drawer or a fruit basket.Keep it simple and wholesome
>>5092747>>5092736We'll go with a fruit basket. Plenty of shapes and shading for her to show. I'll get to writing.
"Well, there's plenty of food to go around. Why not a fruit bowl?" You say. "As long as a certain someone can keep their little paws off of it." You say tapping on Xin Lan's heels. The smaller rabbit wiggles their toes and pats your head roughly."Hey! I only eat the fruit so I can something to blunt the damage your food is gonna cause." They say. Renshu shakes their head in amusement."You'll do fine beloved. I'll be rooting for you." He says, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. Xin Lan snickers, locks their legs around your neck and swings around to hang upside down."Yeah, good luck beloved." They tease as they do a sit up and kiss you under the chin. They drop down and hurry after their brother, laughing."I guess I'll have to be impartial...again." Ming says with a smile. "Come on Bao, we can set up in the dining room. It'll get a hot in here."Bao nods. "Thank you but there is no need to be impartial." She says looking towards you and giving you a smile. "The fire and wind sprites think I'll win." She says."Hey...that's cheating. They out number all of us. You can't do that." You protest."Sorry but all is fair in love and war." Bao giggles as she follows Ming back into the dining room. You rub your forehead and sigh. Now there was the challenge of sorts. Seems like you were going need to put in your all, not that you were planning otherwise. You manuver around the kitchen and grab what you needed to start your meatbuns. After several days of working here you were already intimately aware of where everything was and where Renshu stored ingredients. You move by memory, grabbing things here and there, setting bowls and preparing the oven a bit better for the buns. You begin as you always do and get to cutting up the veggetables along with the meat. You always liked having things ready to move on to the next step rather than leaving them until you absolutely needed them at the last moment. As you knead the dough, making sure to not over do it, you begin to think. Was your current recipie enough? Bao had hundreds of years to practice her art. Perhaps she picked up some new tricks. Then again, her art studio didn't give you much confidence in that regard. Your friends were already pretty aware of your recipie so maybe changing it up might give you and edge.>What do you do?>Keep the recipie as is. You can do it by memory so there won't be much issue. It's basically another exercise by now.>Change it up. Your friends could always go for a surprise twist.>Try something different. Maybe add something else to your dish instead of changing the recipie.>Write in.
>>5092804>Do exactly what we did last time, except changing the bits that we got advice on.If they kbow what we did, than they know how we improved.I will look through the archive and write a step by step of what was written and what the others said to do to improve.
>>5092821I will support this, but an important step is >Out all of our care and focus into itSince tha will taint the taste for the spirits. Give us the edge.
>>5092821>>5092875Sticking to the recipie but putting all your love for your wife Xin into it.. Writing.
You decide to stick to the basic recipe. There was nothing wrong with it and attempting to change it could only bring disaster upon the kitchen. You quickly go over your preperations once more just to make sure. Taking a deep breath, you can't remember the last time you ever felt this nervous. Did you ever? No, it was impossible not to feel like this before. Straining your memory, you recall, long ago, when you were a child and you had finally mastered a new technique. Something you spent countless nights practicing in secret. It was not forbidden to do so and neither was learning the technique. Part of you feels the sting of melancholy for how things were and the pain of remorse of how things turned out as you remember and yet fail to remember what exactly it was that you spent so long practicing. All that mattered now was the feeling of excitement, worry, and fear you felt when you finally decided to confront your father and show him the fruits of your labor.You shake your head to clear your thoughts. Any more of this and you were liable to day dream all day. Perhaps another time you could reminisce on old memories. You continue to knead the dough for a bit longer and leave it when you think it's ready. Any more and you think you might make it too firm. Your favorite meat buns were always both fluffy and yet somehow able to hold everything in it. Not stopping to wait for the dough to become ready, you quickly grab the spices and other ingredients to make the sauce you needed to marinate the meat in it. You frown, this was going to take a while. While this wasn't a race, you do mentally face palm over not preparing the meat in advance. Shaking your head, you reach over to the powder and notice a string of whole peppers dangling near you. Ming must have bought them and hung them up as you went to open the door. You could probably use them to make your spice, after all fresh ingredients were better than preserved ones no? Not to mention, you didn't really have to wait that long for the meat to sit in the condiment did you? Maybe half the time would be enough.>What do you do?>Use the peppers to make the marinade. Fresh is always better.>Stick to the powder. It seems easier to use anyways.>Marinade the meat for the full length of time. Renshu taught you this way so it's probably how it needs to be done.>Only use half the time you were told. Ren was probably just playing it safe with you given how well your history with cooking was.>Write in.
>>5093222>Marinade the meat for the full length of time. Renshu taught you this way so it's probably how it needs to be done.
>>5093222>full length of timeJams are actually sweeter for being preserved.
>>5093222>Marinade the meat for the full length of time. Renshu taught you this way so it's probably how it needs to be done.I know I said I would look at the archive for a step by step, but I got sick and can barely think and read now, so I rather not fuck this up
>>5093403Just in case this was a double vote.>use powder, not fresh
>>5093272>>5093403>>5093526>>5093666Staying by the book. Writing.
>>5094746That phrase made me remember this video.https://youtu.be/K5tVbVu9Mkg
>>5094756Let the memes never end!
Sticking to the basics, it was just your nerves getting to you. The urge to want to impress someone was not unwelcome and it added the excitment to learning you hadn't felt in a long time. You make your brine and use the powered spice before placing the meat to marinate within it. Hopefully this time it'll have that kick you liked. A bit strong but not overpowering. Last time you didn't get much feed back on the spice though admittedly that might have been overshadowed with your mistakes. You look around. There wasn't much left to do as you waited. Everything else was prepared and you didn't want to try and rush with the marinating. If you pulled it out too soon then you'd most likely just have the outside soaked which would be mostly cooked off when it hit the hot pan. The meat had to soak in the juices so that it would both retain them during the cooking process and for the juice itself to keep the meat moist. With nothing else to do, your mind wanders as do your eyes.You take in all the detail of this small kitchen and despite how it was repurposed, you could still see it's age. Hints of rust here and there that Renshu and you did your best to clean up, a crack or two along the stone walls. Nothing serious but rather scars that were a testament to how sturdy and well built the building was. Spice racks and herbs dangling here and there for cooking were once medicinal ones ones stood. Your eyes slowly come down to the fire and the pot dangling above it where the tea was long forgotten. Given how long your food was going to take, you figure you could head into the dining room to wait with your friends. There was no risk in that. At the very least the meat wasn't going to spontaneously light on fire...or so you hoped.
You grab a wet rag to pull the hot pot off the fire and pour 5 cups of tea on a platter. Fortunately, being a waiter did not rely on your abysmal cooking skill and carrying a platter was no different to the dexterity training you had done. It was practically instinctual for you. You walk out into the dining room with your drinks where you see everyone doing their own thing. Ming was busy pouring over several papers, a book open on the table beside her. Bao was off in her own little corner keeping up the whimsical and mysterious air about her as she painted and also seemed to be enjoying watching people through the large window. Xin Lan oddly enough was tucked in their brother's shirt much like when the four of you climbed the mountain, their ears limp and dangling down both sides of their head as they napped happily. Renshu for his part was actually playing some music, something that you don't think you've seen them do in months. For a moment you take some time to enjoy the view of your friends relaxing. For a moment pangs of wanderlust hit you and you wonder when you'll be on the road again if only to see your family relax like this again. You wish Bao could join you as well, despite this being the third time she joined you all, she fit well with your band of misfits you think.>What do you say?>Write in.
>>5094922>Go talk to Ming.Our last chat kinda got lost in the madness.so lets see what she is up to, maybe check on her plans for the future, in regards to this mountain retreat.I've sat thinking but I cant actually come up with the words themselves, so my apologies Luo.My only determination is to not mention Chi, let her deal with that by herself for a bit.
>>5094922>The food is cooking now, so I've come to wait a little.>Give everyone a cup of the tea, including Bao. Maybe just put it nearby sobit doesn't messes>Go talk to Ming about somethingCan't think of anything now, my sickness has gotten worse.
>>5095111Blessings on you Anon.
>>5095054>>5095111Taking these then. Writing.>>5095111Godspeed anon. Get some rest, and try not to exert yourself too much.
>>5095117>>5095149Thanks, this is the weirdest flu (if it even is one) I ever got, everyday I get different symptons.
"The food it getting ready." You say. "Just need to wait for some things to marinate." You say being purposefully vague to tease Bao. "I brought some tea though. Might as well have something warm to drink while we wait." You walk around the dining room and set down cups near your friends, and attempt to lean in to peek on Bao's art. Your efforts are rewarded with Bao flicking a grape over her shoulder and pelting you on the nose. Chuckling, you set the cup on a nearby table and move over to the others. Renshu gives you a soft smile and continues to play his music as you pass by and leave two cups. As you place the final one on Ming's table you sit beside her. "You forgot to carry the one." You say as you point to a random point on her paper. "Oh, thanks. I didn't realize it given that I'm working on a essay." Ming says as she gives you a shove. "Shouldn't you be trying to keep the place from burning down?" She asks."Well I think I'll risk the marinading process catching fire for a while." You say. "So what are you working on?""This? Nothing important." Ming says. "Just someone asking me to double check their work. I swear, everday someone is asking me to help them proof read this or double check that. I'm starting to think I've become a teacher instead of another student here." "That's a good thing isn't it?" You say as your ruffle Ming's ears. "Then again, now you can never complain that I take on too much." You chuckle."Very funny. Unlike you, I know how to pace myself." Ming says. "And I guess it is. It's actually a bit annoying. I'm starting to think people are getting the idea that I'm going to do the work for them. Of course the best part is seeing their face when they realize nothing new was added and they are now late on their deadlines." You raise an eyebrow. "I'm starting to think a certain bun is a bad influence." You say. "Oh you're right. Ren is a bad influence on me. Seeing as he's the one who keeps telling me to think more of myself than others." She says."Is that what he told you?" You ask."Yeah. He said that even too much medicine can be poison. I guess he's trying to tell me that if I try to help everyone then I might end up hurting them. I mean if I do everything for someone then they won't learn or they might come to rely on me too much. Since I'm leaving that would be pretty bad." She says."When'd he say this?" "A month or so ago. It was quite a while." She admits."Taking his advice?" "No. I think his heart is in the right place." She says casting a glance at Renshu, who at this point was gently rubbing a very content Xin Lan's ears. "But I can't just say no to someone who needs help.""Sounds a bit odd considering all we've done." You say. "All the people we've helped.""Oh he knows you're too stubborn to change." Ming laughs. "Me? I'm still corruptable."You snort. "And so you decided to not heed his advice. He does has a bit of a point. We can't save everyone and not everyone needs saving."
"That's true...but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try." Ming says. "We never gave up because something seemed to large for us to tackle for better or worse." Ming points out."I'm not saying we shouldn't." You agree. "But I think we should be able to admit that...well that people will die not matter how hard we try. Not just because we weren't there in time or because it happened before we realized where to go but because...sometimes no matter how hard we try, we will fail even if failure means that someone was hurt because we were busy trying to save everyone else. But that's our opinion, forged from the lives we led. You've always had a different opinion than us. What do you think?""I think...we can't think like that. I'm a doctor. My job is to save lives. If I start thinking that I can't save everyone or that people are bound to die then what else will I start thinking? That one life is more important than the other? That I should prioritize or even ignore people who seem beyond saving? I can't do that. Everyone wants to live and I won't be the one to tell them that they're wrong or they don't deserve it simply because it seems like it'll be too hard to save them." She says. "I won't just let someone live in fear when they're hurt and think that their life is over.">What do you say?>Write in.
>>5095292>flick her nose and tell her that she's thinking too hard about this.>We aren't saying don't help people who are hurt. we are saying that you don't have to help everyone with their work. you have to say "no" at some point or more and more people will come to you.
>>5095292>I appreciate that dogged determination and refusal to countenance failure. But you still don't have to keep helping with the essays every other day, especially when spelling mistakes are what you are looking for.
>>5095292>Well, helping others is always good, but helping them help themselves is better. Feed a man fish or teach them and all that.>Thing is, people are way stronger than they think they are. Great heroes like the five are good and all, but sometimes they make people think that they need someone else to save them, simply because they think them are so much better than themselves.>You are a doctor aren't you Ming? Aren't there many diseases that even thoughcthey have treatments, the patients also have to have strength to overcome the symptons? It's something like that.>The other side of the coin of knowing your limits, is knowing your bases. I thibk the sayong i not a warning about a hero's job being hopeless because they can't save everyone, but a reminder that they should inspire tge people ro carry the burden together, inspire of shouldering it alone.>So next someone comes to you asking you to review their texts because they see you as the genious you are, remnind them that they are also smart and compentent, that they are in the scaref library and have reached where many others would never be able to.As you can see by the return of the autistic write-in, I'm way better. Turned the first doctor had given me an antibacterial when I should be taking an antiviral.
>>5095772>>5095598>>5095339Mixing and matching. Writing.
>>5095772Good to hear though anon. Glad to know you're feeling better. Was worried you had caught the plague.
You smirk and playfully flick Ming's nose. "We aren't saying not to help injured people. We're saying that you don't have to help everyone with their work. You have to say no at some point.""Hey watch it. You nearly broke my nose." Ming pouts as she rubs her face."I'm hurt that you doubt my self control." You joke. "I could have been sent flying through the wall." She continues."As a doctor, you should know how resilient the body is. After all, you know there are somethings with treatments that patients can over come the symptoms on their own." You explain."Spoken like someone who would continue to train even if their arms were broken." Ming says with a snide look on her face. "Just because the body can get over it, doesn't mean that we shouldn't do something to help. That's the duty of a doctor. Just because the pain will go away in time doesn't mean I shouldn't offer medicine. As sturdy as the body is, not everyone is a walking army like you." She says with a smirk as she pokes your bicep. "Honestly how can you even move when you basically have rocks for muscles?""Because I have muscles." You laugh. "But you are right about one thing. People are sturdy and they're often stronger than they think. Of course everyone wants to be like the Five, like heroes but sometimes they end up starting to overly depend on them. They see them as the answer to all their problems even ones they can solve themselves. I appreciate that you're slowly becoming too stubborn to give in to failure, but you also need to know your limits. Renshu might be right that we can't save everyone but you don't need it to see it as a failure on our part. You could always see it as a reminder to help inspire those around you so that they can carry the burden with you. While you can't save everyone, the one person you raised up can save the ones you missed and the ones they can't save can be saved by the people they raised up themselves.""I'm surprised Ren hasn't seen it that way, given what you've done for him." Ming says."Well...being stubborn seems to be a running theme in our group." You chuckle. "Perhaps he'll turn around in time. Xin seems to have come along even if they're denying it up and down.""That's just them being them. They'll save the day while stealing your dinner if they could." Ming says."So other than doing other people's homework for them. What else have you been doing? What's your focus of study?" You ask."Well, you tell me. What's yours? I bet it was lifting heavy things wasn't it?" Ming teases.
"Someone needs to be able to carry you all when you run around and tire yourselves out. Honestly, if you had simply dedicated your entire lives to Kung Fu then I wouldn't have to spend my valuable time training." You joke."I'm sorry I dedcided to help the people around me rather than being able to break rocks with my fists." Ming says."You could if you wanted to. We'll just have to skip those pesky study days." You grin and poke Ming's nose again. "Now come on. Don't be mean."Ming sticks out her tongue at you. "If you must know, I've been pouring over some of the formulas and recipies in the library and trying to reduce the consumption of materials without loss in quality. We travel a lot so being able to make medicines and the like with fewer ingredients means we can stretch out our supplies if things get dire. Unfortunately, it's started to draw a lot of attention and that's why I'm here with papers all around me.">What do you say? Do you ask Ming something else?>Write in.
>>5095918>You are a rare genius Chan Ming, I'm sure you'll figure it out, Enjoy your Tea.>Go listen to Renshu's Music.I don't see much else to debate or discuss.
>>5095918>It makes sense something that big would raise eyebrows, better watch yourself just in case any jealous monks try to mess with your papers.>I'll be honest, I still find all that reference work and jargons to be a bit of confusing. But they are also a breath of fresh air compared to kung fu training. If progressing further didn't meant having to take even more responsabilities, I would continue my research on Chi.>So at risk of sounding hypocritical after that talk of asking others to do things for you, try to reach the top for me, I know you can do it.>Oh, and before I forget, I had some new ideas on how I could try to repeat what I did in my fight against tigress. I will keep a secret for now, but let's just say that you are probably going to teach me as much as I have been teaching you.
>>5095883Thanks boss.I got worried too when I woke up worse instead of better, so I did the test as fast as I could.
It's Christmas eve! I'll be taking the next few days off and I hope you guys can find some time to relax even if you don't celebrate the holidays. Safe and ill see you guys later!
>>5096954Have you enjoy your holidays boss, god knows we all need it.
>>5096954See you later Luo.God bless and safe holidays.
>>5096997FortuneYour fortune: Your heart grew three sizes!
>>5097605Ok, let me try this again, but typing on the correct fieldYour fortune: Feliz Navidad!
Merry Christmas gents!
Young Stripes. I'll be back in 2 days guys. Hope to see you there and happy new years.
Damn it mobile. Put in images like I tell you.
>>5099718>>5099719You will see us, of course.And Stripes is pretty unhappy looking.
>>5099720No surprises. This was around the time he was training under musashi and was a very angry and hurt youth. Of course, Musashi’s training of being straight forward and being no nonsense didn't gel well with him. Still, Ren stayed and learned if only to get strong enough to kill his father.
>>5099723Angry hunny bunny will smile when he finally catches a fish. The tiger in him will ensure it.Wait, if he's part big cat, how did he get from japan to china?How did we go on that ship?! What were we thinking?!?!
>>5099728[s]Is TL that fish? Or is it metaphorical for inner peace?[/s]Probably by following his training and showing restraint then smuggling himself on a ship. That or doing as the big guy did and working his passage odd though that seems unlikely given how well known he was in the country at least his crimes were.As his sensei teaches in Book of Water in his series The Book of Five Rings.[i][green]In strategy your spiritual bearing must not be any different from normal. Both in fighting and in everyday life you should be determined though calm.[/green][/i]
>>5099783Ah right. On my phone I'm not op so no fancy text. Ah well.
>>5099783From the book of lungism>One may regard a teacup as empty, or a torn shirt as tattered. But from these things, you may make the most beautiful tea and spin a most elegant gown
>>5095944>>5095929Finally back. Getting to writing.
>>5102683Hey boss, did you enjoy the holidays?Probably shouldn't be asking yet when there's still new years, but fuck it.
>>5102710Not gonna lie. They were rough. Real rough and not in the happy hectic time with family kind of way. Dunno if it was karma or luck but it was a good thing I took a break from the quest because it gave me time to deal with it. Still have a sick cat to take care of but that's about the only thing I have control over. All in all, pretty bad way to end the year. Still, gotta persevere and move onward. Planning a nice end of the year get together with some close friends and family if only to commiserate, tell the year to fuck off, and enjoy ourselves. Moreover, I hope your holidays were good as well. Silver linings and all that. Gotta carry forward some positivity and good will to others. Shenlong and co knows that others might need it.
>>5102766Telling the year to fuck itself is a good one.
Sorry got pulled away. I'll get back to writing.
"I'll be honest, all that refrence works and jargon is kind of confusing for me. But they are a nice change of pace compared to Kung Fu training. If I wasn't already streatched thin as it is, I would continue my own research on Chi. But at the risk of sounding hypcritical after asking you to think of yourself over others. Try and reach the top, for me. I know you have it in you. Speaking of Chi, I might have something I want to look into that I'll need your help for. Either way, keep up the good work and keep an eye out. Stuff that big tend to attract jealousy." You say as you pat Ming on the head and leave her to her work. With some time still left on your hands, you head over to the two rabbits and sit down. Renshu gives you a meaningful look and a smile as he continues to play his music. As always, the two of you don't need to say anything, verbally or mentally. You simply sit in silence and enjoy the music. Though you weren't a projessional or avid listener to music, there was a noticable differnce to it. It not longer had that eerie forboding feeling to it though it still held feelings of melancholy. He leans slightly to rest against your arm and drops his ears behind his head to relax. "You know, they said they're doing this to make you jealous but I presume they really just wanted an excuse to nap." He says quietly as he motions to Xin Lan. You raise an eyebrow. "I don't think I've ever seen them that content." You say as you resist touching their nose."That's because you've always been alseep when it happens." Renshu chuckles. "It's quite horrifying to see my little killer being so unguarded while sleeping ontop of you.""Y-you've seen me sleep?" You stammer."Once or twice when I needed Xin Lan for errands." He says amused. "But...I'm the one who wakes up the earliest." You say. "You are." Renshu agrees. "That much hasn't changed.""Are you saying that you don't sleep?"
"On occasion. The diner does require quite a bit of prepperation on some days." He explains. "It's not that big of a deal. I know for a fact you can do the same for a few days with no ill effect.""True, but you still shouldn't do that. It's not healthy." You insist."Now you're sounding like Ming." Renshu says with a smile. "She is a bad influence on you.""Really? Because someone told me you said that she should be more selfish." You tease."Did I now?" Renshu says as he pretends to think. "I would never. Ming is the best of us. Perhaps I was trying to tell you. After all, you did say I was into bad boys." Your face goes red and you look away only to expose your cheek and allowing him to kiss it. "Go check on your food Tai Lung. I think it's been enough time." He says.You nod vigorously and hurry back to the kitchen catching Ming grinning at you and giggling. You take a deep drink of water before splashing the rest on your face to calm down then look at your meat. You already spent enough time waiting on this, perhaps it would be best to try and hurry up by cooking everything at once.>What do you do?>Cook all the meat at once. It's the fastest way and you won't need to run back and forth between batches of buns.>Cook the meat in batches. You'll need to make the buns as soon as the meat is ready meaning that you'll have to make them in sets and keeping an eye on both things cooking.>Try and cook everything at once. Multiple pans with meat while buns cook. Everything in a tight sequence.>Write in.
>>5103191>Try and cook everything at once.>To keep time, recite the steps for the batches we need, really use our memory to it's fullest.
>>5103191>Cook all the meat at once. It's the fastest way and you won't need to run back and forth between batches of buns.Better for the food to be a bit cold when served than undercooked or burned.
>>5103398Oh, and if we cook all the meat at once go through, be sure to do it in different pans.Last time we did it all some of the meat was bad because it got stuck in bottom, and some never cooked right, sobreducing surface area should help.
Happy new years everyone!
Happy New Year's to everybody! You already know who it is from the vocaroo link, I'm back again, this time in low quality because I am in my bed and delirious. Beware it may be a tad loud because of that so just in case turn it down, yeh? It's just an update on what's been holding me up. https://voca.ro/1mmvSs6rjurcOh, also I am very tired. You'll be able to hear that for sure. Anyways, I'm gonna chill out for a bit, I'll probably be around tomorrow catching up on stuff. Hope things have been going well
>>5104374Good to see you again and happy new years! TL quest has been going on for 2 years and let's see how long it can go!
>>5104417>It's been 2 yearsI feel old now
>>5103274>>5103398Cooking for the buns and cats. Let's hope Ming's talents won't be needed. Writing.
Two pans, one oven. You've not sure how much you can put into the oven to keep everything cooked properly but not knowing never stopped you. You put a few more logs into the fire and place both pans to heat up. Last time, attempting to cook everything at once ended up making the cooking uneven. By splitting up the portions, you hope that you can still keep up the pace while not making the same mistakes. Once the meat hits the first pan, the familiar scent of cooking meat and spices fills the air along with sounds of sizzling. The marinade sizzles and pops as it hits the pan before the meat does and you stir to keep everything from sticking. Moving quickly, you pour another portion on to the second pan and move to stirring that. Keeping up the tempo, you start working on the dough again and molding it so that you can dump spoonfuls of the stuffing to seal up without having to go one by one. You stop midway and turn back to stir the food again, keeping a close eye on what you think is the under cooked portions of the batch though such a thing is rather difficult given the color the sauce gives the food and your relative inexperience with how well done meat should be. Frankly, you were better simply holding it directly over the flames than messing with things like spices and marinades. Still, once you think everything is ready and you don't want to risk burning the cut up veggies, you grab a damp rag and take one pan off the flame to begin scooping it's contents into your dough. It was an odd sensasion being able to preform the phsyical tasks as easy as breathing and yet when it came to waiting and gauging the food, you felt like a child learning how vault over obstacles. You maintain your pace, and sweep your eyes over the kitchen if only to make sure something isn't on fire. As you do so, your hyperaware senses catch two pairs of eyes peeking through a slightly open door. A small bunny and a large cat, trying to stay hidden as they watch you work. You don't let that bother you as you place the pan back on the stove and fill it up once more before quickly grabbing the second one and turning again to empty it. With quick pinching motions, you close up all the dough around the meat and stuff it into the oven to cook before repeating the whole process again.
As you work, you wonder how Renshu manages to do this every day and with several dozen different dishes at once. The idea of working with hundreds of steps, each with their own timings, just as many spices and seasonings, while keeping track of orders made your mind go blank for a moment. Was it like fighting against dozens of opponents and looking for patterns in fighting styles to make thing simple? Keeping an on the whole body rather than trying to predict the movement of hundreds of limbs? You're not sure how he does it but before you know it, you have nothing left to do and are simply waiting for your first batch of buns to finish cooking before placing in the next. You quietly drum your fingers on the counter as you try to keep busy.>What do you do?>Try and cook something else. Perhaps something to go along with your meat buns.Go back to the dining hall and talk again? Would help pass the time like it did before.>Stare at the oven. You won't be very fun to watch for your audience but you've master the ability to do absolutely nothing.>Write in.
>>5105132>Juggle a few spoons to pass the time.
>>5105084they will be!>>5105132>Make a spectacle and a fool of ourselves. Juggling spoons works
>>5105186>>5105309Training is training. Juggling spoons while we wait. Maybe Bao is watching and we'll distract her enough to gaurentee a win!
Well this year is off to a fine start. Internet is wigging out. My downloads are throttled to all hell and my upload as well...assuming it's not cutting out. Luckily I got a tech coming over on monday. I'll get a write up done offline and see when I can upload it. Hopefully this thing even gets posted.
>>5105686It's all right, we can wait
You tap your fingers more rapidly. Normally you could stand still and wait but this time...this time felt different. Or perhaps cooking would always leave you uneasy. There was countless stories of great heroes and villians who were brought down by their own weakness. Curses of which they had to pay as a price for their overwhelming talent. Was cooking to be yours? A hex placed upon you as a child by the Gods? You should ask Shenlong about it. Perhaps he may free you from it.You clap your hands against your cheeks. No. It was just your nerves making you think foolish thoughts. You place your hands back on the counter and feel the tips strike a spoon you unconciously lean down to snatch it out of the air. As you go back to ruminating on wild thoughts to keep you busy, you flick your thumb causing to the spoon to spin over the back of it. You eye the spoon idly as you catch it. Sighing, you begin to wander the kitchen as you toss the utensil between your hands. The wait was going to kill you? What if somehow, something got into the food and everyone got sick? What if Renshu was so dissappointed in you that he'd no longer let you into his kitchen? Ming would never let you near any kind of food again and would probably try to feed you all kinds of medicines. Worst of all, if Xin even got an inkling of something being wrong they'd never let it go. The constant teasing and no doubt lewd jokes they'd mix in, it was enough to make you shiver.Your stray hand sweeps a cup up from nearby and tosses it along with the spoon as you continue to wander absentmindedly. But what about Bao? What if she won? Would that be a bad thing? To see if she improved? Or would she take that there being no point in continuing if neither could overcome their faults. You grab a nearby pan. It's shape adding to the difficulty of juggling everything and thus keeping your mind busy. You reach out and grab a jug and then pot. Moving around the kitchen you grab various objects to juggle. This was quite nice, being able to pass the time and train your coordination. You do hear the patter of feet hurry towards you as Xin Lan shouts, "Hey! You can't do that! My big brother owns this place and he'll beat you up if I tell him. Get back to making me food!" They pout.With their cover blown, Ming simply walks in with an amused look on her face.>What do you do?>Tell Ming to take Xin and go tell the others that the food will be ready soon. You just want to juggle a bit longer.>Try, Keyword here being try, snark back at Xin by telling him that the owner of this place is your boyfriend and you'll tell him to kick them out.>Simply grab Xin and juggle them too. Nothing could go wrong with that.>Ignore Xin and grab a few more things to juggle.>Write in.
>>5107148>Try, Keyword here being try, snark back at Xin by telling him that the owner of this place is your boyfriend and you'll tell him to kick them out.
>>5107148>Snark back>Threaten to juggle Xin too.
>>5107148>Grab Xin and put them on our head. They like that.>Get norr things to juggle. Maybe a few different kitchen utensils. No knifes of course.
>>5107170>>5107286>>5107493We can probally mix all these.
>>5107644Threaten to juggle if they snark. They snark.Thus we place them on head and juggle more.
A certain bun caught snacking before they're going to pester TL at his gym.
>>5107679xin lan is going to hit old age and their high metabolism will suddenly slam the brakes but xin lan will refuse to acknowledge this and will keep eating like usual and will end up being the steretypical short round wrinkled nugget that many asians turn into once they hit 60
>>5107692Makes them easier to juggle. At the moment, I honestly can't imagine the crew growing old. The alternate, and not sad, future I can see is that Xin Lan becomes one of those old masters that uses their decades of exeprience and honed bodies to fuck with everyone in existence, moreso if they're their old students.
>>5107692Just like a normal asian grandma, they are young for a very long time and get hit with the old age all at once.
>>5107695Shit, menat to reply to this.But for some reason it's like always like this, even the very healthy ones can just repel the curse for an extra decade.And if they continue being active even after that? It's a small wrinky grandma that can run like a cheeta.
>>5107692>>5107713Aww man, I just realized you guys are giving poor Xin the Anko treatment from Naruto. Yikes. >>5107719>It's a small wrinky grandma that can run like a cheeta.It's all that practice from raising their bunny snow leopard hybrids.
>>5107724Hey, she just fot fat out of nowhere, not even the excuse of old age, she just let herself go. This however ia to become tiny round grandma once she hits her 60-70s, the unfortunate of the cool asian mother (together with the cool italian mother and the cool latina mother).
>>5107692>>5107724Nothing is going to stop Xin. Naught. Nada. None.They will continue to do all these things which they can do.
You look down at the bunny, hands on their hips and cheeks puffed up in a perfect impression of that young fox that was going to marry An Bo though his name eludes you beyond the fact he was related to Hien's friend and smirk. "Really? What's he gonna do?" You ask as you grab another spoon. Xin Lan puffs up their chest. "He's a Kung Fu master I'll have you know and he knows how to fight three guys at once." They say proudly. "And you look like you're only as strong as 2.""Well...I'll have you know that...erm..." You clear your throat, instinctively grabbing a few more items to try to distract yourself."Know what?" Xin Lan asks with suspicion in their eye."That...erm...that...I'm...I mean...The owner is my boyfriend." You mumble as your face grows red. Xin Lan opens their mouth to say something but you interrupt by grabbing them and placing them on your shoulders. The bunny wiggles happily and they giggle."You know...I'm part owner too." They murmur gleefully as they trace a spot on your fur. "So it's true that we are a couple.""But you're not a boy." You reply."But I can be. Just for you." They counter. "Or a girl. Variety is the spice of life you know...Our relationship will never be boring." You keep your mouth shut lest you incur the small bunny's real wrath rather than their pretending as you juggle everything. "Do some knives next." Xin Lan urges you."What? No. Xin, Tai Lung could get hurt." Ming finally speaks up. Xin Lan pats your head."My husband can handle it." They say proudly. "What?" You ask in surprise. They shrug."Well you said we were basically engaged and given your track record, you'll never actually propose and hold a wedding so I decided to expedite things. Might as well.""That's...not how it works." You say. "I'm just being pragmatic." Xin Lan says matter of factly."But what about your one true love?" You say, trying to get wind back into your sails. "Your little admirer, the brown bunny." You actually hear Xin Lan huff at that."I'm never going to date him." They say stubbornly. "Never ever.""Come on. You can at least give the poor boy a chance." You say with a small smile as you manage to annoy Xin Lan a bit. "You'll never know, maybe he'll save your life from bandits and sweep you off your feet to carry you to get married. Ming can be the maid of honor, and Renshu can be the best man. Imagine how happy you'll make him when he finds out his little sister has found true love." You chuckle. "Oh and let's not forget kids. I'm sure your children will be very cute. Maybe they'll have their father's ears and their mother's tail." You smile as you hear fake gagging on your head.>What do you do?>Try and concvince Xin to give it a chance. Might require some bribing/making a deal.>Continue to tease Xin. It's very rare you can get this kind of advantage. Best you make the most of it before Xin becomes immune.>Stop juggling and set Xin down. Food is almost ready. It's time for the judging.>Write in.
>>5107745>>5107769Xin basically becomes a round Toph Bei Fong. That's awesome. Also can't forget the obligatory stories about how they were the talk of the town.
>>5107799>Banish the interlopers from your divine realm, so that you may give your masterpiece the attention it deserves.
>>5107799>Tease more>Put the stuff back and get rid of the others, it is time for the masterpiece!This won't kill anyone. Right?
>>5107847>>5107854Support>>5107805Kind of like a female Shifu, looks harmless but is a badass, and if you know the name you know the fame.Wheter it's about the fighting or the smut depends on the person
>>5107847>>5107854>>5107876We tease then hide in the kitchen. Writing.
"Just remember," You continue. "That you must name one of your sons after your elder brother Tai Lung. I think I deserve that much. Of course, Ming also should be the name of one of your daughters as well." You motion to Ming. "After all bunnies are known to have rather large families right?"Xin Lan bats your head with their tiny hands. "Stop! No that's gross! I don't want to have kids with him!""No no. I know true love when I see it and you two are definitely meant for each other." You say with a grin as you start putting things away again. "After all, the shy innocent boy always gets the hot headed gutsy girl. That's how it is in the novels right?""No. I'll run away and come back to you." They counter as they fold their arms over their chest. "You can't get rid of me that easily. We're married already. Now stop bullying me or I'll tell your brother in law to defend me." They say. You chuckle as you finish up setting things aside. You grab the rabbit off your shoulders and hold them at arms length."See? Not so fun when your on the otherside is it?" You ask."What are you talking about?" Xin Lan asks with a grin as they rest their elbows on your wrists and their head in their hands. "I love it when you're fiesty. Nothing gets me going when you have that fire in your eyes. But you're right. I will name our first son after you. After all, our dynasty needs a strong heir with a strong name. We'll make Stripes so happy by giving him nephews he can teach the killing arts to."You shake your head and snort. You should have known that Xin Lan would bounce back so quickly. You set them on the ground and pat their back. "Now shoo. I have a masterpeice to take care of." You say with a laugh."You're going to get us all killed." Xin Lan shouts as they walk off. "You're going to get it now." Ming says with a grin. "I think Xin likes it more when you tease back. Now they'll really think of something to take you off guard.""I can handle it." You lie. "I'm getting better at it you know.""Better? Sure. But you still can't talk about your relationship without looking like you're going to pass out." Ming giggles. "You have a long way to keep up with that little demon.""And here I was thinking I was making progress." You say as you pull out a tray of buns and slide in another. "But it's like the saying goes 'Even a drop of water can cleave mountains, given enough time.'""If they had a choice, I'm sure Xin would outlive us all if only to spite us." Ming laughs."I'm sure they'd choose to be the first to go if it meant they wouldn't be alone." You admit. "Behind all their bluster, I know they care about us."
"And the sky is blue. It's pretty obvious that they do." Ming says with a smile. She places a hand on your shoulder. "And it's all because of you. The little drop of water...although a raging storm is more like it." She says. She pats your back and turns to leave. "I'll get the medicine ready. If Xin dies becuase of your food, then I'll bring them back so they can get their revenge." She says.You grin and turn to look at the buns you made, wondering if you should try and fix them up.>What do you do?>Look through your buns. Pick out the best ones to give to your friends and throw away the others.>Keep the buns but try see if you can salvaged the less savory ones. Maybe you can cook them a bit longer and try to cut off any burned bits.>Try and make something else that can go along with the buns. Maybe it might help compliment them.>Write in.
>>5108103>Try and make something else that can go along with the buns. Maybe it might help compliment them.I don't know, some fresh juice or fruit flavored milk? We did make them spicy.
>>5108103>Try and make something else that can go along with the buns. Maybe it might help compliment them.
>>5108103>Try something else to go with it.Maybe use some of the marinade, mix it with cream and use it as a dipWe do need some milk to aid our friends.
Xin Lan x Tigress when?>>5108113>>5108172>>5108608Writing.
As much as you like meat buns, you do admit that meat buns alone would make for a particularly boring meal. Snooping around, you find a few fruits you think you can turn to juice. You've done it before while you were training. All you had to do was take the fruits in hand and squeeze them really hard...right?You hold some fruit over a jug and squeeze really hard. The fruits burst at their proverbial seams and begin bleeding into the container and staining your hands. You could just as easily done this one handed but using two meant you could squeeze out every drop of juice out of them with the unfortunate side effect of leaving your hands full of fruit chunks. Satisfied with a jar full of juice, you wash your hands and get back to finishing your buns. You stack them up as best you can and trying to ignore a few of the less round ones as you hide them in the stack. Grabbing the jar of juice, you make your way out of the kitchen and into the dining room."Food's ready." You announce as you head to the table where everyone was sitting at. "Finally!" Xin Lan says exasperated. "What was I saying? Oh right. Stripes, my husband is bullying me! You're my elder brother so make him stop." They say.Renshu pats Xin Lan's head and smiles. "Very well. I'll make sure the brown rabbit will vanish by the end of the night." He says. Xin Lan glares and pouts as furiously as they can. "I see you're meat buns are looking much better than when you first burned through my favorite frying pan." They add with a smile as they look at the plate you set down."Y-yeah." You say. You feel as though your heart was trying to punch through you rib cage. "I also made juice..." You manage to add as you motion to the jug."Ooh juice. I don't think I've had that in a few centuries." Bao says as she sits down and removes her blindfold. "Everyone always offers solid food.""Did you finish your art?" You ask, glad for a change in conversation."Yeah. I think I'm done." She says looking over her shoulder. "At least, pretty sure.""That's some confidence." You tease."Well, one of us needs to be confident in our work." Bao says with a smile as she grabs a meat bun."I'm confident." You protest."You certainly don't feel it." She counters. "She is right about that." Renshu says. "Your mind is running wild with uncertainty.""That's just...excitement. Of you guys trying out my food." You say. Everyone gets a chuckle out of that as they dig in. Much to your relief, theres far less hesitation this time than the last."This is actually edible." Xin Lan says with both a surprise and cheeks full of food. "I'm actually surprised.""Be nice." Ming says, shooting a look at the bunny. "You really did improve. This tastes like something I could probably buy in a shop. There's no burned stuffing or dough. Maybe you should start thinking of competing with Ren." She giggles.
"Oh I'm afraid the gap between us is far to large for him to be a threat." Renshu says amused as he wiggles his nose at one of buns. "However, Ming is right. You have improved quite alot since you started." He says gently. "While I would not sell this in my shop, I would gladly have this served in my home. This is something I would prefer over something I could find in most shops. I'm proud of you.""I'm worried how bad you used to be given everyone's reactions." Bao says as she chews on her meal. "I've had quite a lot of food and this tastes just as good as anything else. Everyone here is making it out like you're some kind of monster in the kitchen. Even you." She says giggling. "I like it. Feel free to leave some at a shrine sometime. I'll always look forward to them. You can taste how much effort you put into these." She swallows. "I might actually need to be worried in this competition.""The juice however..." Renshu says with a slight frown. "Well...it leaves a bit to be desired.""It's just juice." You say. "I didn't add anything to it.""Well...it's more like you kind of mashed the fruit into a pulp." Ming says gently. "I don't mind a bit of pulp in my drink but...I think half of the source might be in my cup.""You left the seeds in this." Xin Lan says. "How'd you make this juice?""I..I umm squeezed the fruits really hard. I do it all the time..." You mumble. "I thought it tasted nice. Especially after training.""My love...perhaps your next lesson should be in presentation." Renshu says. "The drink is edible but...well there's a reason why we have tools for juicing things. Thoroughly as well I might add." You cough and avert your eyes."I well...how is the spice?" You ask. "It's not bad." Ming says. "It's definitely not as salty either. Which is the best part. It's a good bun. Unlike a certain someone I know.""I am the best bun with the best bunny buns as well." Xin Lan says not even looking at Ming. "You're just jealous.""All in all I'd say this was a great success." Ming continues. "But I'm still not letting you near the campfire.">What do you say?>Write in.
>>5109600Put on an upright voice and cross our arms and put our nose up, act the fool.>Well meatbuns are a dignified and royal variety of food, not accustomed to roughing it in the wild. They shall thusly make very little appearance over mere campfires.And then we can try one of our own meatbuns, the effort should carry through.
>>5109453NEVER HEATHEN! RENSHU FOR LIFU
>>5109600>I would say that is for the best, don't know how I would use the pots and pans over a open fire and not burn the food. So I guess we will have to keep eating Renshu's or Ming's wonderful cooking while travelling. A tragedy really.>Thank you all for the kind words, wouldn't have managed to improve so much without your support.>Now let's take a look on what ypu have done Bao. As for how I was before, let's just say I used to make the saying burn water a real thing.>>5109720He said xin and tigress, so it would be little sisters together. Which is also heresy.I will oppose the BGA to the end! The First Girl calls and the faithful answer!
It's me, back at it again to share a random recommended bunny video that is kind of relevant.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC1Lx9WaOLU
I'm not made for the office slave life gents. I'm dying over here. I miss the infinite library and flinging spells at cultists. Sounds like a good plot for a quest. No one ever really shows what happens when the rare isekai hero returns home and loses all his magic shit. I'll try and post something but my phones mobile ip has a tendancy to get banned for some reason or another. Doesn't help that the office WiFi is down. Less meta, I'm back at work and I was hoping to use the office WiFi to post but seems like thsts out of the question for the moment
>>5110392Well that's because going back to your boring life devoid of adventure and having learned valuable lessons that make you a better more rounded person is not in vogue as per the recent decades.Escapism of permanence is the norm and deviations of that sort is usually more depressing than not, which is reflective of the modern consensus on what our ancestors have made of the world and we are either unable or unwilling to change about it.That being said, an introduction as an OP as shit isakai hero who goes forth and finally slays the lord or lady of evil from the land to return to 'reality', depowered and wiser only to be hunted by cultists is. . . A really interesting set up. I'd argue better for a well written single shot rather than prolonged story, to highlight the key point that adventure and heroism isnt for power, but rather a matter of internal betterment and affirmative action.
>>5109717>>5109837Being snooty about our buns. Writing.
You raise your nose to the air and look down at your friends in an imitation of Xin Lan. "Well meatbuns are a dignified and royal variety of food, not accustomed to roughging it in the wild. Thusly they shall not grace our campfires for a long while. Besides, it would be for the best as I don't know how I would use pots and pans over an open flame. I guess we'll have to keep eating Renshu and Ming's wonderful cooking for the time being. A tragedy really. But thank you all for the kind words, wouldn't have managed to improve so much without your support. Now let's take a look on what ypu have done Bao. As for how I was before, let's just say I used to make the saying burn water a real thing."Bao smiles. "Well I'm sorry to say but I think I won this competition." She says matter-of-factly. "I have worked very very hard for this." She stands up and goes to the back of the room to grab her painting . Doing her best to cover her art with her body in order to keep it a surprise, she happily places it on the table. You and your friends lean over to get a better look at her fruit bowl."Wow...I can really tell the erm, passion you put into your work." Ming says weakly as she looks at the two rabbits for help. Neither say anything and instead merely nod along with her comments. "Thank you." Bao says happily. "I think I really made the style all my own.""You can say that again." Xin Lan mutters before having their mouth stuffed with a meat bun."What do you think? Ready to admit defeat?" Bao asks you. You study the picture a bit more. It was...certainly something. Far better than when you met her, you nonetheless have trouble identifying the fruits that are supposed to be in the bowl. It was as if everything was both underwater and being seen through cracked glass. The fruits looked like fuzzy shapes but upon glancing at the subject matter, you could start to make out what each thing was.>What do you say?>Ask Bao if the...style was a concious choice. Everything is a bit fuzzy.>Ask Bao to explain her process. You never had a head for the more interprative angles of painting.>Say nothing other than concedeing defeat.>Write in.
>>5111438>Ask her to walk us through the method.Maybe we should try weakening our eyesight? She could have gone for a hazy daydream.
>>5111438>Ask Bao to explain her process. You never had a head for the more interprative angles of painting.
>>5111898>>5111545Now practically speaking, it's likely she just can't paint worth shit.But on the off hand. . art styles are inherently organic things, done by a single pioneer that other people look at then copy.So perhaps on the offchance that this is the van ghou of ancient china. . Perhaps she's just got really bad eyesight and this is what she can see?
>>5112170Oh Dragons, she has astigmatism, we got to find a oculist for magic beings.Although if she just makes the style a little crispier so someone can eventually understand the meaning it might actually be really neat.
>>5112170>>5112237She's trying her best...despite training for who knows how many years. Centuries? >>5111545>>5111898Writing.
Rather than be rude, you ask the only thing that might shed some light on her work. "Well...everyone has a way of doing things. Artists, cooks, sculpters, even Kung Fu masters. Mind explaining to me your methods?" You ask as you pull up a chair. "Sometimes, one's efforts are not fully appreciated until they are brought to light." You motion towards the meat buns. "Such as my woefully unappreciated cooking talents." You joke.Bao looks at you and nods. Like always, her vast blue eyes seemed to both look at you and through you leaving you feeling somewhat exposed. "I painted what I saw." She says gently. "The shapes and form. Though truth be told, I no longer see as you and others do. So I painted as I remembered the way the world looked to me. Before I met you and my eyes opened and became clear. The world is was so limited before then..." She grabs your, Ming's and Renshu's hands placing them on the paper. "But you can feel it too, can't you? Just reach out...touch it." She whispers. You and your friends look at each other confused. "Not with your hands." She urges. "With your hearts. Your feelings."You and the others close your eyes and reach other with your 6th sense. Immediately the painting comes to life, flourishing with life and beauty. It was nothing you could see even with your ability to perceive the astral world but even so you could imagine everything that was on the paper. "It's...it's like the bowl was right here." Ming whispers. "Each fruit inside it...almost growing there. I can almost taste it." You feel Ming's hands squeeze yours as she attempts to try and grab the invisible fruit."The art is enchanted. Such is the power of the woman who is Shenlong and her ownself." Renshu says. "Even I've never met someone who could so meticulously place the essence of several things and maintain their individulality.""This is amazing Bao." You say. "I should have expected something like this. There's more than meets the eye just like when I met you." You say. "What did I tell you about practice?" You joke."Oh it's nothing big." Bao says."Hey! What about me?!" Xin Lan says with a pout. "I can't do witchcraft!"Bao pats the bunny on the head. "Why should you? Someone as perfect as you doesn't need to change. Especially how brilliantly you shine in my eyes.""Well...yeah...true but even so..." They mumble. Bao takes Xin Lan's hands. "Here. Let me guide you." She says just as gently. "Close your eyes. Steady your breathing. It should be just as easy for you to see." Xin Lan grows quiet and still. "No little fountain. Don't push aside your emotions. Keep them burning bright. Let them light the way through the darkness that blinds your senses." Xin Lan wiggles uncomfrotably. "I know...it hurts." Bao says as she strokes their ears. "She won't hurt you anymore. We're all here. Shh...focus on the now...just like that. Can you see it? The fruit? The love put into the paint? The effort and affection put in to the food for you?"
"Y-yes..." Xin Lan says, clearly uncomfortable and tears running down their cheeks. Bao gently rubs their forehead with her thumb. "That's enough for now." She says. "It'll be alright. It can be scary to open one's eyes for the first time.""Is...that what it's like for you all the time?" They ask."That and more. It's rather difficult being so empathic and you have it in spades. It's no wonder you grew up the way you did." Bao plants a kiss on Xin Lan's nose. "But your soul is healing. Keep on your path my child. Don't be afraid to stray, your friends will always guide you back."Xin Lan sniffs and nods. "You still cheated though. It's supposed to be painting." They say quietly."Perhaps I did. I suppose thats up to the contest creator to decide." She says with a smile and a hug.>What do you say?>Say you lost. It's quite obvious the time dialation made all the difference.>Say you won. Using her powers is kind of cheating.>Ask if she was holding back in painting. Clearly the time she spent practicing made quite the difference so you're not sure why everything is blurry despite the second effect.>Write in.
>>5112544>Ask if she was holding back in painting. Clearly the time she spent practicing made quite the difference so you're not sure why everything is blurry despite the second effect.>Unfortunaly for you Bao, I win even after I lose, because this is undeniable proof that we can inprove what is cobsideted impossible. You really put us in a situation where there would be no winners didn't you? Either both of us failed to improve and we hurt our pride, I managed to do it but you don't forcing you to continue, you did but I failed, provong you had talent all along, or both of us inproved and showed that talent is meaningless conpared to effort afterall.
>>5112556I disagree with that assessment that talent is meaningless, and instead would spin it as you put us in a situation where there are us as winners.We fail and she doesnt, then she has been proven wrong about both of us sucking.Vice versa, our point is still proven.Neither of us improved would be the only state in which we cannot claim to have won, but still had fun.And both of us. . Well, the answer is obvious.Still I say that she won, since the point of art is to invoke emotion
>>5112544>Say you lost. It's quite obvious the time dilation made all the difference.
>>5114140>>5113012So I'm going to go for we lost the competition but we won in terms of ideology?
>>5114794Seems good to me.But I still want to ask her if she was holding back, or if all her technique is spent on magic. Mostly out of curiosity.
>>5114794Yep, we got what we wanted.since we said we could improve, she said we couldn't
"I lost." You say simply. "Your art is clearly better than what I could do with cooking." You admit. "But I also won. Like I told you, we can improve even if it seems impossible. Seems like I proved my point therefore I win."Bao taps her cheek. "Nope. I still think you're wrong." She teases. "You know, I had more fun when I was the stubborn one of the group." You chuckle. "You're a good teacher." Bao says with a grin."You can say that again." Ming agrees as she waves her hands around your body. "It's like an aura. It just sticks to us and makes us all very stubborn people. So this is all your fault and you have to find a way to fix it." She tells you. You shake your head."No. I don't think I will." You say as you stroke your chin, pretending to think. "It might be better for all of you to be stubborn grumpy cats. It's working out well for the bunnies.""I'm not grumpy!" Xin Lan counters. "I'm pleasant and adorable." "They're right." Bao says. "Very cute and fluffy." Xin Lan sticks out their tongue at you and beams."Don't feed their ego." You caution. "They might float up to the heavens the more hot air fills their head.""Nope. When the avatar of the Great Dragon says I'm cute therefore it must be true. Why it's a fact of nature now." They continue. "You lucked out when you married me." You roll your eyes. The less you play into it, the less painful it would be."Were you holding back on your art though?" You ask. "If you could do that after practicing so long then I can't help but wonder what you can do if you went all out."Bao laughs. "Oh Tai Lung. That is my best. If I've told you once, I told you a hundred times. I really can't do art." She says with a smile.----"And I think that's all of it boss." One of your students says as they place another heavy sack on the floor. "Took us a while to get everone organized but hopefully this will last your a few months." They say as they stretch to try and get some kinks out of their back. Over the last few days, you and your students had been running around and buying produce and ingredients in secret as you try to restock The Warren's stores. It wasn't difficult beyond simply gathering everyone and making sure everyone divvied up their tasks properly. It took a while but you had managed to get a nice supply, if not the best, of ingredients in store. "Hopefully this'll help your erm...partner." You nod as you mark things off a list."Thanks. We'll weather this one way or another but this helps immensly." You say."What are you gonna do? Can't keep this up forever can we?" They ask.>What do you say?>Write in.
>>5115028>This is just a temporary solution, we plan to go to the city hall and see if those who blacklisted us would explain themselves. A business has a right to deny service, but when it's an organized attempt done with no explaination, specialy if it's crucial goods like food, than it becomes and attack on livelyhood.>Not that it matters too much, my stay here is going to come to an end in a few months. I'm going to pick a few of you that I already chosen to be instructors, and old Chen is foing to help as well, and I'm letting it happen for a few weeks as a test to see if it would work or I would need to come up with another method, I don't want to leave you all alone, other than just the simple essons I passed onto you.
>>5115028>You dont need to worry about that, we'll sort it with the city.The second half of >>5115059 post.
"You don't need to worry abou that. We'll sort it out with the city. Gonna go to city hall and ask what this is all about. See if anyone of them can explain themselves. This is only really a temporary solution seeing as we're only staying here for a few more months. Just need to sort a few things out like who will run the classes when I'm gone." You say as you stuff some potatoes in a corner."Well if you're gonna go complain, you better get a move on. The public meetings are starting up in a few minutes." Your students says. You chuckle."I think I'll be fine." You say. "I'm a lot faster than I look.""Yeah but it gets pretty packed. Tons of people wanting to complain and the like. Not to mention people who simply show up to hear the meetings themselves. Bit boring though.""You're probably right. Best if I get a move on myself then. Thanks again. I'll see you next time in class.""No problem boss. Let us know if you need anything." You nod and wave your student goodbye before stepping out into the dining room, right into another scene. "I said no." Xin Lan says firmly with their arms crossed and looking very irritated."Please." The brown rabbit begs as they offer a bouquet of white flowers. "Your brother is going to be holding their event in a few days and I just want to take you there.""And I don't wanna go. Especially with you." They reply. "Please! I think you're the most beautiful person I ever met! Nobody ever makes me feel like you do. I just want to prove to you that I'm not who you think I am. That I do appreciate you!" The small rabbit begs. Xin Lan has that look in their eye and you get the feeling they're going to say something unfiltered.>What do you do?>Try and help the boy. See if you can convince Xin to at least give it a shot.>Grab Xin and take them with you to the meeting. Might be better if there is more than one of you at city hall.>Leave Xin to deal with this on their own. Go get Renshu or Ming to come along with you.>Simply head out. Getting to the town meeting takes priority.>Write in.
>>5116034>Try and help the boy. See if you can convince Xin to at least give it a shot.>For someone so adventurous, you are quite stubborn to refuse change. Weren't you the one that said that you despised those who wouldn't even try new experience? It seems that your places have been swapped somehow.
>>5116034Hey, it's the brown bo-Oh, oh no. I can't permit the murder that is about to occur. It will register on an emotional level.>Get their attention. "Xin">Distract with small talk "I didn't know you had him over for some spare training">Discombobulate "Hello there Doroji, did I hear something about an event?">Assess environment, predict and counter occular assault of irritation with defense of calm composure.>Strike. "Since Renshu will be helping out, you shouldn't be too far from the action. It wouldn't be such a bad idea to have him show you about the venue. And you know he'll fight me or Renshu until he's allowed, heh.">End result, killing blow deflected, counter reposte made. Emotional recovery for betrayal? 2 days. Personal recovery from the beating to follow? 6 days. The love life of our little sister? Successfully meddled with.I'd ask you to forgive my autism, but that Implies I feel shame for this rip off.
>>5116055>>5116065Tai Lung is about to become the leading cause of bunny on bunny murder. Congrats.
>>5116065I can never blame someone for autistic write-ins, I'm one of the main culprits afterall.
>>5116065>>Strike. "Since Renshu will be helping out, you shouldn't be too far from the action. It wouldn't be such a bad idea to have him show you about the venue. And you know he'll fight me or Renshu until he's allowed, heh."Never being one to discourage creative write ins, mind explaining this bit to me? Do you mean Ren is helping for the event/town meeting? Or that he's going to help train the brown bun?But yes, brown bun will have to fight one of the scary cats sooner or later.
>>5116188Not him, but let me try.Renshu will be part of the festival as the organizet, so if Xin goes as a date there, they aren't missing anything if something bad happens.The brown bun will show Xon around the place, so they have an excuse to move around.The bunny is very brave and is willing to fight us for a chance to date Xin, if knowing he would lose.
>>5116188Right sorry.but in normalBecause Renshu will be helping around there, Xin can get a better view of the area with a local guide. Its functional, gives her an excuse to move around, and importantly cuts off any subtle refusals of our idea. Though Xin doesnt struggle with them.It's just trying to justify and suggest the idea that she go anyway, while pretending we arent doing it.
>>5116247>>5116229And naturally, we joke about him being willing to fight to the death.
>>5116249The best part of that joke is that it's kind of true, he did try to fight us when he thought we stole his girl.
sorry about the wait. Got stuff done. But I know what to write. Bunny on bunny on bunny snow leopard violence is a go.
"Hey Xin." You say as you pat their head. "I didn't know you had him over for some spare training." Xin Lan shoots you a glare that wouldn't surprise you if it could kill lesser men. The small rabbit only seems to swoon and look more lovestruck at the sight of it which does not help the situation. "For someone so adventurous, you are quite stubborn to refuse change. Weren't you the one that said that you despised those who wouldn't even try new experience? It seems that your places have been swapped somehow." You tease.Xin Lan doesn't hesitate to aim a punch at your knee, no doubt in an attempt to dislocate it. "Idiot. It's not new. I've dated plenty of times before and I know when I don't want to go out with someone!" They growl. You calmly allow them to hit your shin and letting your years of training preventing you from crying out in pain. Instead you continue to ruffle the rabbit's ears."Still trying to woo her, huh?" You ask, turning your attention to the brown rabbit. He nods sheepishly. "Well...since you know about the event, then you know that Xin will definitely be helping. Might be a good idea to ask for the help of someone who is local..." You say as you pretend to think. "Wouldn't be a bad idea to at least let him show you the venue. Besides, your brother will be nearby so it's not like he can try anything or else he'll have to fight one of us for your hand." Xin Lan clenches their tiny fists so hard they start shaking. "Go on. At least give it a try." You push gently."You owe me big for this." They whisper, their red eyes squarely glaring at you. "Very, very big. Several favors big." Before you can say anything, Xin Lan grabs the young man by the wrist and begins to drag them out of the building. "Come on you. Show me where the things are." They growl.The brown rabbit lets out a yelp of surprise and hurries along with Xin Lan, their face beaming with joy and their eyes glazed over and enraptured.Putting aside the fact that you may need to skip the next few nights of sleep if you wanted to live long enough to leave the mountain, you decide that you spent enough time dawdling. More important things were at hand and you were probably going to have to speak with some very important people.>What do you do?>Go at this alone. Having a huge group complaining might not present the best impression. A single person with reasoned words would be enough.>Go find Renshu. It would be best that he state his story. Anyone else and it might seem like you were simply spreading rumors.>Get Ming. If anyone is smart enough to go through government issues, it would be her. Plus she also serves as a witness of sorts even if she is directly connected with your group.>Write in.
>>5116704>Go get Renshu.Okay brown bun that is all the help we can give
>>5116704>Go find Renshu. It would be best that he state his story. Anyone else and it might seem like you were simply spreading rumors.Now just don't fuck up bun, breaking down Xin's gates is the hardest part.
>>5117132He has his date, our nagging is at a rest.If he blows this, we cannot offer anything else.
Now that one of your bunnies was dealt with, you go and gather your big bunny. "You going soft." You tease as the two of you walk to city hall. "Last I remembered, you didn't fear anything." Renshu lets out a quiet laugh."The only thing I feared was losing you, Xin or Ming." He says. "And I'm not afraid.""Now that's a lie." You chuckle and this time you only hesitate slightly when you pet Renshu's ears. "Now what's got you so worried?""I'm not worried." Renshu insists. "I just...am used to taking more direct measures of getting what I want. Killing, intimidation, subterfuge. So many easier ways to get what I want. Instead I need to rely and hope that others agree with me." You place your hand on his shoulder."I know it's not easy but this is the right way. Often times the just way is the hard way and I've never known you to be a quitter." You say. "Think of this as just another step towards being a better person." Renshu places their hand on yours and gives it a squeeze."You would know about not quitting given the all the shouting I heard just a moment ago." He smirks. "I didn't realize you were an expert on dating and were holding out on me. Maybe I should take a page from Xin Lan's book and start leaping on you to hold you if that's whats needed to get your attention and a date out of you." He chuckles. Your face burns as you legitimately had no response to the idea of Renshu leaping on your back to hold you and the various other things Xin Lan did though it seemed like those thoughts amused your partner. You manage to cough and clear your throat. "We're here." You manage to say and point out the city hall. City Hall was not as you thought of it. There were on large opulent pillars of marble nor jade statues of famous figures. Instead it was made in a more utilitarian fashion made of simple stone in the shape of an official building for ease of cleaning, access and recognition. You weren't sure why you had expected such granduer from a city building but perhaps you were simply used to the style of your old home back in the Valley of Peace where it seems like no expenses were spared in it's construction. As you think of it, such expensive designs did not seem like Master Oogway's style and you begin to wonder why so much was put into the Palace's design. Renshu immediately drops his playful attituted and seems to become serious, eyeing the building like some kind of fortress to infiltrate. "It'll be alright." You assure him again. "Let's go. People are already going in."
You and Renshu naviagte the maze of hallways and meeting rooms to the building's large council room where the gathering was held. You feel a chill run down your back as you step in and you're instantly reminded of the courtroom where you were sentenced when you were young and, more importantly, the hall where you were sentenced to hall. It was this time where Renshu gently rubs your back. "I know." He whispers. "We won't ever go there again." You give him a nervous nod and quickly head forward to find a seat. The meeting itself was far more boring than you had anticipated. The first half hour was simply going over the present council members, major points for today's meeting, and various remarks on the previous meeting. As you struggle to maintain focus, you feel that perhaps it would have been better to send Ming in your place. Nonetheless you manage to stay awake long enough to hear the Mayor announce that it was time for the public forum. Almost immediately, several dozen people stand up and a small frenzy to try and be the first person to the lecturn infront of the council member ensues. The mayor slams her gavel on and demands order as two guards step forward to try and force an orderly line. Given the sheer ammount of people trying to get a word in, you're not sure if there will be enough time for everyone to speak.Perhaps this might the best time to employ a few pressure strikes. You hear Renshu in your mind.>What do you do?>Try and shove your way to the front. Given your large size, this won't be an issue at all.>Use some judicial use of Chi strikes to make your way to the front. Nothing major but a few muscle cramps here and there won't really hurt anyone.>Stand in line. You're here to do things the right way and if that means waiting in line then that's what you'll do.>Speak up. If you shout your case then perhaps you'll be allowed to the front first.>Write in.
>>5118227>Chi is not a toy Renshu. We've got to be responsible when training Ming or we'll never hear the end of it.Right, so people are starting to scramble, and the guards are trying to force a line. that means that they will be starting from the front to organise the line so. . . If we give ourselves a clearance to aim for say. . . 14th in line, we can probably use our blinding speed and acrobatic capacity to get there before others can join the frenzy. They have to clamber around chairs, we can just light-step over them for example.The only real downside is if people take umbrage with out climbing on furniture buuuuuuut we should be moving quick enough for it to not matter.
>>5118227>Stand in line. You're here to do things the right way and if that means waiting in line then that's what you'll do.
>>5118278>>5118509So are we cutting in line or are we waiting?
>>5118974I'm staying with my vote to wait. If we start missbehaving, it's going to give them a bad impression.
>>5118509>stand in line.
>>5119462>>5119018Waiting in line. Hopefully we can speak out case. Writing.
Chi is not a toy Renshu. We've got to be responsible when training Ming or we'll never hear the end of it. You say as you get in line behind a rather ruffled rooster.It's not. He replies. But our case is far more important than whatever frivolous complaints these people have. We have tools at our disposal. It's best we use them.You pat Renshu's back and continue to wait in line. Almost as if by prophecy, nearly every person ahead of you had a complaint of some kind and very rarely anything you would consider valuable time of the mayor and her council. Things such as asking the guard to make fesitvals quieter, telling young kids to not play as rough, and the most humerous to date, demanding compensation for falling into the lake and getting wet thus catching a cold. To the mayor's credit, her face never faltered from the stoic buisness like expression she had from the beginning. Whether this was from her dedication of the job or being accustomed and immune to the citizen's petty requests you didn't know. What you did know was that time was slowly passing and the line didn't seem like it was getting any shorter. Hours go by and you make some progress but the slow creeping feeling of not being able to speak your piece begins to grow. Your fears come to pass when the Mayor puts down her brush and ink and speaks up. "We'll have one last person come up to speak before we convene the public speaking portion of our meet."You glance at Renshu. His face is collected and calm as always but you can feel the frustration mounting within though he doesn't say anything. A well dressed woman steps forward to the lecturn and begins to speak. Renshu gently raps his knuckles against your elbow. "That's Dronma Gyamtsho." He whispers. "Her husband owns the eatery that had it's wine stolen. The one Xin Lan investigated. Best we keep an ear out.""Good afternoon council." Dronma beings, her tone one of someone who is used to demanding respect and obedience. "I'd like to speak about something I believe is of great importance. Something I feel affects the city as a whole and more importantly, it's youth. Surely, this will merit the full attention of our city's leaders." She adds with a slight nod towards some of the more absentminded looking council members. The mayor, however, seems unmoved."If such a thing is of great import, so much so that a report to our city's guard or a letter to the council, then let us dispense with formalities and please, speak of the heart of the matter." She says without looking up from some notes that she was writing. "Unless this pertains to the recent adjustedments to taxes which were disscussed a month ago. A discussion, as I recall, you were very open about."
Dronma seems unfazed as well by the mayor's pointed words. "I assure you that I am as passionate about this as I am about last month's council meeting." She says. "What I would like to speak about is a rather concerning increase of popularity in an unoffical school that has cropped up. One that does not have a license to practice here in our fair city and one that I fear is corrupting our city's youth." At this, a murmur of curiosity erupts throughout the hall. The mayor bangs her gavel for order but can't hide the curiosity in her eyes."Unofficial school?" She asks, her tone measured, neutral. "Do explain.""I'm sure you've heard of the rather unfortunate attack in an eatery within the city." The woman says, icily. "I've reason to believe that some of the people involved were part of this...school. One that teaches it's students to be confrontational which unsurprisingly has lead to this and various other altercations across the city. I'm begging the city to not only put an end to these so called classes but to also charge the ones running this group for not only not paying their dues and for lisences but for the attacks that they are responsible for instigating." Once again, the room erupts in chatter and once again the mayor needs to demand order."She has use caught in a corner." Renshu speaks quickly. "Whether or not she succeeds in shutting you down, she tarnishing your classes reputation. I doubt she expects us to be here as well. It's quite obvious she's or someone else planned this.""Then we need to stop her." You whisper back. "Not quite." Renshu says. "We could let her speak her mind. It might give us an opportunity to set her up for a rather large fall...given that her husband's wine is technically to blame for these so called attacks.">What do you do?>Speak up now. You don't really want to risk the woman getting her way.>Stay quiet and listen. Perhaps you might get something more out of this though you doubt there is much you don't know at this point.>Write in.
>>5120219>Let her finish her speech, before making ourselves known. Once she has said enough to be incriminating or digging herself a trap, then we can make ourselves aware and counter her claims rather steadily.People say a lot of shit when they think they can get away with it. Shit that isn't true, and in front of an audience to be corrected is quite bad.
>>5120219>Speak up now. You don't really want to risk the woman getting her way.Lmao, we got permission for this some threads ago.
>>5120233by this, I mean when she starts winding this down, we can strike properly. Not when she starts to turn away.>>5120234Yes, we did.
>>5120233Support, let her finish, but speak up before they start casting votes. Systematically break down her lies in fro t of others.If we start interrupting, we are giving her amunition, but if we self-defend, we take the higher ground. Also if she is the one that starts stuttering, gets bothered or screams, she is the one that loses face.
>>5120233>>5120234Waiting for the time to strike. Writing.
"This quite the accusation." The mayor says. "Why not bring this up with the guards?" She asks. "Surely if such a thing was reponsible for criminal activity then it would be prudent to inform the local authority than wait to bring it up in a public meeting.""I'm afraid that is my next point." The woman says undeterred. "I fear perhaps they have underminded our city's law enforcement. They practice right outisde the city walls where the guard cannot catch them. They have plenty of time should word get out of their activities to disband and regroup at a later date. I'm afraid that this would be the only way to inform the public and the council without alerting them. As much as it pains me to say this about my fellow citizens, it's true that only the most responsible and passionate about our city's safety come to these meetings. People I trust not to inform this nefarious group of my warnings. Why just the other day, my son came to me alerting me of these so called students attempting to goad him into a fight." The crowd continues to whisper with one another but don't dare raise their voice in fear of another admonishment from the mayor or worse, preventing the story from continuing. "Mayor, you already know who my husband is and I speak for the rest of the buisnesses in the city that I am worried for the safety of our livelyhoods. As I mentioned before, this so called group has been involved in fights and one of which was with in the building of a buisness. A new one at that. How does this look upon us if fledgling buisnesses are unable to grow because of these ruffians? Moreso, the older ones if the public fears for it's safety.""You seem to have given this a lot of thought." The mayor says diplomatically. "I presume you have thought of a solution to this problem?""I wouldn't presume to be able to do the job of our council nor the Guard Captain." The woman says humbly. "All I can suggest is that the guard apprehend the people who run the group and charge them accordingly. They have incited violence and are attempting to run a school illegally. If they had nothing to hide then they should go through the proper procedures before they charge others for these so called lessons. I'm afraid I am no expert on the subject but other than these fights they might be encouraging, we have no way to see if these classes are even teaching anything. This could be some kind of fraud and furthermore, I worry about our city's youth? They are impressionable and the idea could be alluring to them. Who knows what could be taught to them there?" The mayor sets her brush aside once more and adopts a neutral tone."These are some rather severe allegations. Am I right to believe that you have some proof of all this?" She asks.
"I would not come here to lie to you madam mayor." The woman says growing increasingly indignant although you note it never rises to a point that one would see as beligerent nor hysterical. "I've only relayed to you facts. There was a fight in an eatery just a few weeks ago. The guards can attest the those involved belong to this school. Said school is illegal given that no such school is registered in the city's buisnesses and facilities nor is it taking place within city limits. If said school is encouraging it's students to fight then it goes without saying that those in charge should be held responsible for the actions of their students or more accurately the consequence of their reckless actions. Is it wrong to worry that our city's children might become involved because they're drawn in by the wrong crowd?" Dronma looks around for support and finds it within the crowd. "I beg of you to not turn a blind eye to this and think of the people. I understand that it might seem like the unfounded fears of a mother and that you might have different priorities that we may not understand, but I bet of you."The crowd's whisperings go from a tone of curiosity to one of unrest and animosity. Here and there you pick up phrases of discontent. Why was the mayor so dismissive? Did she really not care for the city? Perhaps it had to do with that secret lover everyone knew about. Wasn't he also involved with the school and the new diner?"This is bad." Renshu whispers. "We're losing the crowd...if we haven't already lost it. A mob's emotions are like the raging river. Once it's loose, it's almost impossible to contain it.">What do you do?>Write in.
>>5120357I don't have the time to write up anything coherent because i've been ungodly busy these past few months (sorry fellas), but there's a few points I'd like to throw out for the other more erudite posters to consider when writing up their things>We don't charge anything>We emphasize in every lesson that our teachings are purely for self-defense>No means to harm other are even taught there, it's just about forms exercise and mindset essentially>We explicitly sought permission and were granted it before hosting the classes>The students involved acted benevolently after drunkards physically assaulted the owner of the restaurant, who themselves didn't do anything at all to harm the assailants or even defend themselves>The owner is in fact being subjected to clear discrimination practices>Ask the woman which students were attempting to goad her son into a fight, so that we may rectify this behavior ASAP and/or remove them from classes entirelySorry about the huge list. Hopefully it helps you guys to have bulletpoints of things to potentially bring up.
>>5120357Time to stand up and face the whirlwind.>Excuse me Lady Dronma, but I've heard just about enough of this slander and as you have said yourself those present are incredibly responsible and passionate about the cities wellbeing. With this bared in mind, I have let this go so far in the honest hopes that you have a well informed position or at the very least are aware of how my classes worked and yet I see no such occasion.>To begin with! The legality of running the school had been considered and checked with the guard for legal council and advice to which we learned that in as many words, outside the walls does not count as the city proper and there has never been a precedent to require or issue a permit for gatherings that do not require the permanent take over or building of buildings for their own purposes, being concluded with 'Provided no trouble is caused then there will be no problem'. So to the full extent of the law as we were advised by the guard, there is no reason or ground for anyone to have believed they require a permit for our lessons. Hence, our Lessons are not illegal until the law changes, and we are still clear of any wrongdoings provided we were to comply with the **Newly implemented** rulings.>Next the incident you claim my school started. You make the offensive claim that the attack upon MY PARTNER was perpetrated by my own students at his eatery? If you would care to check the guards report or ask any attending the case, you will be enlightened to find out that the instigator of this viscous assault was a drunken buffoon named Pema and his friends who had yet more slander whispered in his ear about my partner being unfaithful with other men's wives. And funnily enough, the bottle with which he was found to be drinking himself to death for the bare audacity of his actions! was a bottle costing more than a small house from the stores of your husbands eatery. If I was to be conspiratorial, one may have several things to say about how these pieces are adding together.>Regardless, my students then stepped in when an innocent was struck by the drunken fools and broke up the fight, at which time the guard arrived and arrested the lot until they could get the full story. A story you evidently were misinformed.We can tab in the brand here, to really drive it home where it came from. But this is really the only part of the speech where our emotions are at the point of boiling into our words. Nobody fucks with our family.>Now the functions of my class, firstly it is completely free. I teach it for the pleasure of teaching Kung-Fu and in the interests of personal development of my students. My only cost is time and dedication to the lesson schedule and in return, my promise to them is to teach them the principles of discipline, self control and fitness. I'm afraid if you want corruption and lust for violence, you will need to seek another for it. >Cont
Regarding the makeup of my groups, out of a class size of 40, about 6 are children who wished to learn Kung Fu and were made amply clear of the responsibilities and disciplines they would be entrusted with. To conduct themselves properly and not abuse the capacity for violence, and took this rather clearly. So contrary to your framing, this is not a lesson for youths to turn them into violent thugs, but a session open to anyone, from the youngest to the eldest who wish to learn to defend themselves and embrace the principles of Kung Fu. You say that there is no way to see? Walk outside on [give time] and come watch. We have done all of our lessons in plain sight and under the watchful eye of the guardsmen on patrol who occasionally stop to watch, or perhaps you wish to speak with Master Chen of the Hun Gar and Choi Li Fut styles who sits in on the lessons every few days or so and he can attest to the defensive nature of the style I am teaching as well as the instructive nature of our meditations. Any other Masters wishing to evaluate the style are free to do so, I designed it exactly for defending one's self in the city, where little of actual threat may occur. A brawl perhaps is the worst.>Next, your lack of proof and claims of 'Multiple' altercations. If there have been many fights with my students, then this is the first instance I have heard of them beyond the event where Renshu was struck. If such things did occur then they would be unacceptable and I'm sure that you have asked the guard for reports to present to the mayor? Or perhaps have proof enough through the testimony of the guard dealing with the case? Or perhaps even just the names of the students responsible, that I can reprimand them should there be any truth to this accusation? Because so far, all you have relayed are indeed half distorted 'facts' and then woven them into a story of your own to suit yourself either through ignorance or viscous assault upon both my character and that of my teachings.I'm not sure if I should include this last part, because I don't want the brown bun to get it but "I must confess, I'm quite proud of Doroji for not being baited into a pointless fight. He's taken to the lessons well." So I'm going to lean to "no" but if the others want it then we can include it.>Penultimately, I'd like to know who you say has threatened your boy. By name if possible, and I shall look into it. You are correct that I am responsible for my students, their safety and actions, so I take things like this very seriously.Time for a hammer blow after she speaks>"But now I'd like to present to the mayor a more accurate view of events. I've reason to believe that there is a targeted and deliberate attempt to sabotage my Partners livelihood and business. Firstly he is slandered as a womanizing cheat, then he has a gang of drunken buffoons set upon him which are then payed with an enormously expensive bottle that he's too stupid to be able to steal prior.>cont
>>5120634>And after refusing to sell his business to a representative of Dronma Gyamtsho's husband a veiled threat about making our lives difficult was made, and now my beloved will not be served by any of his former suppliers and refuse to give any reason beyond him being no longer welcome, despite doing nothing of any note beyond refusing to sell his eatery.>And now, here we stand, with a respectable woman of the city now trying to have Me and my partners sister Arrested on claims of. . of. . Child corruption and building some sort of street gang or violent cult?! Spread with lies, misinformation and blatant lack of attempting to find or present the truth in an attempt to Tar our name in front of those you describe and hope are the most 'passionate' amongst the city like some sort of mob. Stirring them up like a weapon.>Perhaps one or two of these events is coincidence, but by now this is starting to get ridiculous!We can then offer to have an official judge our lessons, but the point has been made, we now switch to the attack.
>>5120357>Excuse me, I hope that no one minds if I coice my opinion, but I find that I must defend the school's honour from this twisted acusations. For I'm it's teacher and founder. I have let ms. Dronma finish her speech instead of interrupting her at the first opportunity, because my classes are based on civility, and most importantly, self defense.>So let's adsress each issues in order, shall we? Firstly, the accusation that my school is illegal. Before creating it, I sought both the guard and the city council for advice, and they have told me that following the city's law, activities outised the walls are not regulated, and that I would have to wait for a new building to clear in order to start within it's walls. I then started to teach classes in the lakeaide spot where I meditated and trained, and what wqs meant to be a simpler affair unnexpctatly grew into an actual school.>My only mistake was that I forgot to follow the custom to ask for permission from local masters, since I foolished presumed there were none since I could not find any other school. However, I have already retified it when Chen, master of (his style) came to challenge me, and now I consider him a friend, and he regurlay comes to give me advice and watch the classes.>Which leads me to my next point, the content of my classes. Although I have trained my entire life in the Jade Palace, and have been recognised as a Master by Oogway himself, I decided to not teach an actual style to my students, for a lack of proper equipment and time, since this was originally suposed to be an extra activity I done alongside my research on the Sacred Library. Instead, I opted to teach my students philosophy, self-reflection, health exercises and the basics of kung fu, with a focus on self defense.>For someone that reads plenty of reports, you seem to have skipped the most important part of the one about the disturbance in the Warren, mainlybthe parts where the owner, Renshu (ask him to stand up) is with me, my students are regular customers, and most importantly, that it was startes by a group of drunks, who believing sordid rumours, entered his estabilishment seeking to mob him. My students, following the precepts of self-defense, mainly the one on protecting friends or family members, rightfully intervened.>As for the fight that your son had with his fellow students, I would like that (name of brown bun) came to me talked which ones did it outside of the spars. He is one of my most enthusiastic pupils, and one I consider a friend, since he regularly comes to me for advice, both on the classes and in his personal life. >Hopefully this is not a shook to you, and I have not made his life harder, I would be devastated if he came to my classes in secret, and I just accidentaly removed one of his biggest source of happiness by revealing it.
>>5120656And it is a style my dude, just a very basic one we devised for purely defensive actions.
>>5120617I don't think we should mention Pema or the bottle l, since we shouldn't know it without doing an investigation of our own.Also we should try to separate the acusations from the defense, and open up more calm.And you are right about not throwing best boy into the fire.I will try to do a rewrite to fuse our write-ins when I get back to my PC.
>>5120697It's not a "real" style, since it's just basic forms with the maximum of advanced parts os just how some parts are modified for defense.Probably should have said proper style instead of actual style.
>>5120699With we spend a few years training the students, or spent some weeks autistically writting a codex, added some new moves and positions, and maybe had a more specific focus other than general self-defense and grapples, it would become proper style, no doubt about it.For now it's like a baby version of MMA, but with a focus for defense.
>>5120698We know it is Pema, his name came up in the official investigation and when we talked with others.The bottle itself yeah, we shouldn't know about it. But we can frame it instead with "and was later seen drinking the over priced bottle" which we can pass off as running across him or our friends seeing it.
>>5120708Better to not start lying, it opens opportunity for a counter attack, and we already have enough ammunition for now. We can use Pema, the rumours, the bottle and the bussiness owners meetings if she repplies, kind of like a secret weapon.I already have an idea on how to rally people against her using her own argument, but I'm stuck in an infinite queue in a drugstore.
>>5120218wait. . Gyamtsho?wasn't Bun's name Gyaltso dorji?Uhhhhhhhhh, Luo, please confirm that this is Brown buns mum, we need to alter some of our statements if so.
>>5120743Oh shit, if she isn't the brown bunny's mom amd the family behind the fisheries and the restaurant cabal that treatend Renshu, things are very different.
>>5120743Yeah, I looked at the archive and the bunny is dorji.Guess we will have to pull the card that they have a bussines owner's meetings early.
>>5120753Ah, but consider that chinese names come after the family name.So we may just need to hope that Luo misspelled the family name.
>>5120773But when the guy came to buy the restaurant, he said he represented the Dorji family.I think this is a Trust between the old families, where they are trying to break down smaller competitors by each doing a different part.I'm already home and reworking the speech, I spent 2 hours in line and most of the medicine had run out by the time I fot there. It wasn't even for cold/flu or covid, just normal ones.
>>5120778We'll move on the assumption that they are from different families.If luo just made a mistake, we can revert. But if not, then we can reword it.
>Please excuse me, I hope no one mind if I voice my opinion, but I find that I must defend the school's honor from this twisted accusations, I have let Lady Dronma finish her speech in hopes that she had a well informed position or at the very least are aware of how my classes worked and yet I see no such thing.>So I beg for you to listen to me, as it has been said those present are incredibly responsible and passionate about the cities wellbeing, and the right for rebuttal is at the core of a civilized society. Let me address each of the raised concerns and points.>Firstly, the claim that my school is unofficial, or in any way illegal. Before setting up my school I made to sure to check with both the guard and the city hall for advice, and I found that I would have to wait for a large enough building to be vacate to be able to set it within the city walls. Whoever, it was noted that outside of said wall is not considered part of the city proper for teaching activities, and it does not require a permit, for there have been no precedent for such an action. So I set up my classes at the lakeside, where me and my companions would meditate and train previously, extending the opportunity to any resident that would so desire. Any guard that has patrolled the walls can confirm this claim.>So unless a new law is passed to regulate gatherings outside the walls that do not exceed the curfew, my school is operating legally. And even if such a law is passed, as long as we change accordingly to it, there would be no more problems, unless the city works on the absurd concept of laws working retroactively. My only mistake upon setting up my classes is that I had forgotten to follow the custom of seeking any local masters for permission, because I foolishly presumed there were none since I could find no other martial arts school. However, I have already solved this problem when Master Chen of the Hun Gar and Choi Li Fut came to challenge, and now I can count him as one of my friends, as he often comes to watch the training of my students and to share some of his wisdom with me.>Next, is the nature of my classes, although I have trained my entire life in the Jade Palace, and have been recognized as a Master by Master Oogway himself, I decided to not teach one of the many hundreds styles of Kung Fu I know to my students, because both of a lack of proper equipment and of time, since I had originally planned for this to be a venture I took alongside my research in the Sacred Library. I instead teach my students philosophy, health exercises, and a rudimentary style built upon the basics of Kung FU, focused solely on grapples and self-defense. It is a completely free school, open for all ages and interests, out of 40 students, merely 6 are children, and them being the family members of friends. All I ask for the students is dedication to self-improvement, discipline and self-control. If any doubt this, they are free to come watch and judge for themselves.
>>5120827>As for the incident on the new restaurant. Either you have come to try and attack the reputation of my school with nothing more than mere rumors, or you are willfully ignoring the truth. Because I will tell you exactly what happened, and any person hearing this is free to seek confirmation with the guards. Said attack was made by a group of drunks, who believing another string of rumors, sought to mob the owner of the restaurant. Some of my students, regular customers of the Warren, were present there, and following the precepts of self-defense, mainly the one on protecting friends or family members, rightfully intervened. As for why I know this, and why I believe their version? Because the owner of the Warren, Renshu, is my companion, is with me right now, and his sibling Xin is the other teacher at the school.>You claim my students have committed multiple altercation, yet you use only two examples for it, one is a lie, and the other is an unprovable anecdotal evidence, that depend that I take your word for it. Said word whose value you just threw away. However, I am a man that believes that problems can be solved civically, so I propose that you and your son come to me school, name the accused perpetrators and let both sides present their versions, and should my students be truly in the wrong, I will see them properly punished and reprimanded for a lack of the core concepts of discipline.>Ms. Mayor, I beg your pardon, however I must add some more comments, that although are not purely my defense, I now believe are connected.>You see, me and Renshu have come here because recently, all the shops have refused to sell their produce to the Warren citing that they were simply not allowed to and we came here to petition to have permission to do so, for it is his livelihood. However, a few others facts and happening made me realize that there is targeted harassment campaign against him. First the rumors that he was a womanizer and a cheater, than the assault in his own restaurant, than later a representative of the Dorji family offering to buy the place with veiled threats, than the refusal for supplies, and now after my students have started to buy the produce in Renshu’s place, they seek to shut down the school itself, the fact that the larger business owners gather monthly within the Dragon's Peak. I will not ask the council to do anything based solely on my suspicions, but I do have three questions for all the listener’s here. How many small, truly independent business do you know? Ones that belong to outsiders, or have no trade or relations with the bigger families. How many coincidences one much ignore, while being directly attacked? All the while the perpetrator tries to blame the victims, convincing other it’s for their own good? And finally, if a group that had the blessing of the exarch for these venture are met with such response, what hope does the others have?
>>5120829Here it is, the autistic rewrite/fusion. Feel free to ignore the part about calling Sangpo's authority though, I thought it was neat but it may annoy the monke.
>>5120829Mentioning that we believe it because Renshu is our "companion" isnt all that good for arguments sake.Making it "because my beloved was the victim of that assault and the proprietor of the Warren. A witness you cannot easily dispute."And yeah, let's not mention the Exarch.We are still the most dedicated and capable and well versed travellers in the city. Unyielding is our sole capacity to resist this concentrated attempt against us.
>>5120863True. How about we change that ending to>I will not ask the council to do anything based solely on my suspicions, solely that we may buy basic needs, but I do have a few questions for those that are listening, why do they come here, preaching to defend new and smaller business, while trying to strangle one who has done nothing? How many coincidences must ignore? In the shadow of the Sacred Library, why would one prefer ignorance and lies? Yes an outsider is to be so distrusted, that they don't even deserve the chance to prosper?
>>5120913Is an outsider, fuck.
>>5120829>>5120913Although, should we blow open the conspiracy just yet? People most likely won't believe us because they are rich, influencial and founder families, so ot might make us look dumb and weaken the argument we just made.On the other hand, we did come here to petition this problem to begin with, so it's not like we are going to do something rash.
>>5120743They're different families. She is not bun mom. At work so I can't do a write in til late. Also I write it in the western first then last name for clarification. Makes it simpler especially when I need to juggle multiple names.Glad there's a big discussion though.
>>5121025Damn I hate when my phone doesn't save my trip.
>>5121025Ah, got you my dude.>>5121001Yeah, I feel like we have to blow open the conspiracy now, but shouldn't mention brown bun.See, the point here is that we have to turn the public against them, or at least contest their own snear campaign.
>>5121038Not even against them exactly, just against them specifically, just to plant the mind that misfortune is all due to some antagonistic force which should stop people immediately being roused against us.>>5121026And yeah, big discussion on tactical matters.
Sorry lads, last night left me drained. I was reading the same write ins over and over. Gonna try to get something posted now. If it's any consolation, here's something I've been working on since december. Meant to post it for christmas or new years but given how crap the last months were I didn't have much time to work on it. It's not done and I don't know how far I'll take it but it's mostly a writing project I have on the side to keep me busy during work and to keep my spirits up.Takes place in that alternate setting I made up for the MMO chat. Hope you enjoy it. https://pastebin.com/EK1XNfTU
>>5122475I read a you know the rules followed with a comma, and mentally prepared myself for a so do I. Memes aside, good job as always boss.Hope that our autistic write-ins and changes aren't too difficult to work with, or fuck up things too badly. We do talk too much after all.
>>5122492Well a bold commitment was certainly not something the big guy is thinking of at the moment but I suppose neither was Ren when he bought the ring. It was an impulse purchase without plan or reason. Seriously, the connections between the song and the story were not intended and now scare me.As for write ins, I don't mind them. Last shift just took a bigger toll on me mentally than I thought. I should be good once I read through all of t hem. Although, I don't think you reached an agreement on if you wanted to reveal the consipracy.
>>5122492By the way, does Xin also have a certain admirer in that universe? The bunny being infatuated with her inside the game but not knowing her outside it is kind of way too fitting on how he has a crush on one of their personas. Bonus point if he is also one of the rich kids that appears on the parties hien invites them too, so he technically know eachother but don't realise it.How did I end up in the point of my life where I'm offering suggestions about funny misunderstandings inside an alternate universe omake of a collaborative fanfiction of an animated series about animal fighting kung fu written on a okinawan drum repair e-mail chain?
>>5122508Shh...no spoilers.Also I don't know my guy but I don't mind them. I think we all just need something to take our minds off of shit going on in our day to day. Just so happens it's a high school tier fan fic on an image board.
>>5122512>HighschoolI think there is a distinct lack of katana's for that.I mean, we haven't even ran past our enemy, put away our claws and listened to them splutter as they register our cuts.Memeing about edgy moves aside, Samurai Champloo actually did that move really well in the last few episodes
>>5122515I haven't seen that anime in forever though wasn't it explained as like a last resort move where you only do that as a guarnetee to take the other guy down with you? None of that forgive me master stuff but more of "I'm dead in the water might as well hope my opponent's reflexes are slow enough that i can take him with me?"
>>5122527Nah, the "godhand" swordsman and Jean were both basically evenly matched, their dialogue explicitly mentioning that it was only by a very narrow margin that Godhand outstripped him.So they both readied their Iajiutsu strike and went at it for a finisher to their 5 minute duel. The last resort move you are thinking about is the FINAL encounter between them, where Jean impales himself on Godhand's sword. Because you can't parry if your sword is stuck in my guts..His masters words on the technique was "It's a move you make when your own death is a certainty and you have something else to save"
>>5122515We didn't but Renshu's master definatly did the anime cut and than they only register it when you sheathe the sword thing. He may even know how to do it.Our big aurprise would be way closer to Kenshiro's. But using the empathy style without killing, we go "You are already purified" and then they fall down crying realising what they done
I guess I better set the mood first https://youtu.be/hkSu8Xh02Z8.>>5122547I mean you basically are trying to recreate his ultimate technique. Nil thought rebirth. Or actually you have technically acheived it. You do fight without thinking. https://hokuto.fandom.com/wiki/Muso_TenseiRen I have no clue as to what his ultimate thing is but technically he is more deadly with a sword than his bare hands given that he trained most of his life with one. Going unarmed is only a recent thing. Ming, if she ever did kill, would definitely go Toki's route of painless instadeath.
>>5122572Huh, So that's why he's so confident in the kitchen.See, I did read a story about a spy and such, and one of the "common sense" things they tell you if to always have specific dinners, ones which come with sharp knives.Just a tiddbit.And by the way mate, the Omake made me smile and giggle, as usual. Time has not worn your skill duller nor halted it's ascent.
>>5122547Nay, our ultimate move is much more devistating.>The wind whips as our fingertips streak through the air, fist forming before the index finger extends directly towards the unfortunate fool who so dared to speak such folly and lies.>With a roar of dragons, the ground shakes and glass cracks, the very world trembles>"OBJECTION!">None present were ready for the half hour sermon to follow
>>5122506About the conspiracy, I was in favor, but in doubt, another anon was fully in favor and the third one who was busy and just dropped a checklist wanted to mention that renshu was being discriminated against, but nothing more.So it looks like there is a consensus to do it atleast in some form.>>5122600Tai Lung, also know as Master Talk-no-Jutsu. Either converts the enemy or bores them.
>>5122647We really do collect bad tropes like pokemon.But I'll be damned if we don't lean into them.After all, what you do once is cringe inducing. What you lean completely into is an endearing personality quirk!
>>5122653I mean...is a trope if we do our whole heroic speech and the villian just looks at us like we're stupid?
>>5122653"To be a based man is not to fear the cringe, but to kill the part that cringes" - Master Tai Lung
Getting called away to do something and this post is getting really long so I'll post what I got and continue when I get back. At the very least you can see whats going on. Note: We really do talk alot.
>>5122674We were quiet FOR 20 YEARS!NO MORE!
>>5122675Speaking of that. Would that be another form of torture the big guy when through? Like an extreme version of solitary confinement.
You step forward and clear your throat loudly. It sounded more like a growl than anything though thankfully it wasn't a dragon's roar. A few people around you go silent and you use this opportunity to speak out loud. "Excuse me but I hope no one minds if I speak my opinion. I have let Lady Dronma speak her part in hopes of hearing some well informed and conclusive evidence but unfortunately I have heard no such thing." The crowd instantly goes silent and turns to face you and Renshu. You make your way towards the speaking stand, your large frame easily parting the line of people ahead of you. The mayor and her council speak with one another but you give them no head. This was time to press forward. Giving them a chance to speak would give chance to them cutting you off, something you couldn't allow. Not when you had the floor. "One of the few points I do agree on however, is that the people here are very passionate and responsible as to take their time out of their busy days to be a part of their city's government. So I ask for a chance to speak, discourse and debate are the foundation for a civilized society and I cannot think of a place so rooted in the pursuit of knowledge as here." You say as you look around you. The crowd says nothing but you do notice a rare head or two nodding in agreement. Most everyone else is stil too stunned to speak. "The key point to Lady Dronma's concerns are this illegal school of which I can address.""In what capacity?" The mayor asks, eyeing you with curiosity."I am it's founder." You reply simply and the crowd around you goes wild. The ensuing banging of the gavel threatens to shatter it but eventually the mayor manages to somehow settle the crowd."That is quite the claim, as are the complaints levied against you, sir. However, it would be a great stain on this hall and the city itself to not allow you to explain your side of the issue. Assuming the rest of the hall can maintain its silence, please continue. Otherwise, I will have to set a future date for a private hearing on this matter." She says, eyeing everyone in the room. Said people all shrink away from her glare and had you not come eye to eye with the Great Dragons themselves, perhaps you too might have felt some guilt.
>>5122677Almost undoubtedly, He can't talk to anyone or even see much when he looks up so his only social interaction is when the guards come to feed and clean him.While slightly less severe than complete confinement, due to the open space and hearing people from above, it would certainly take it's toll. And noise could be an excuse for more mockery or beatings.
"Thank you." You reply. "As mentioned perviously, the status of my school's legality is one of the major factors to the good Lady's arguements. I will admit that when it comes to permits and legislation, I am at a bit of a loss. However, I did my due diligence and asked both members of the city and of the guard for permission in hosting my classes. Both instances I was told that so long as I didn't cause trouble then there would be no problem. Their jurisdiction does not lie beyond the city's walls. However, in order to keep the peace, I have held my classes within sight of those posted on guard duty on the walls. Not once was I stopped nor told to get permission of an offical sort. I personally know a few of the guardsmen, who's names I will not disclose here for privacy's sake, and I assure you that the fine members of our city's guard would not slack off or ignore my actions if they were illegal as bureaucratic as my so called crime may be. Despite their enjoyment of watching my classes as they walk by on their patrols." You say with a small smile. "Moreover, I don't charge anyone for money. These classes are purely voluntary and are my effort to give back to the city. I'm afraid that my only skillset is martial arts but I'm determined to do my part.""The problem" Dronma begins, her voice as cold as ice. "Is not the legality of your school but rather your attempts to undermine our city's laws, as you so admitted, and the message you're sending to the youth. As I mentioned, these are merely means of bringing you into justice. As you said, we are a civilized government and I would have us punish you the correct way rather than parade you around town in handcuffs like some barbarian."
You nod. "Well unless the laws have changed, I have comitted no crime to be charged with. If so then I wish to be informed so that I may conform to them. As for the matter of the message I send to my students and the youth, I can assure you that I only teach self defense. Not to instigate fights in some effort to prove dominance. Furthermore, I express that my lessons only be used for the sake of defense and the motions I teach reflect that. Any attempt to use them agressively may result in more harm than good. If you doubt my credentials, I have trained at the Jade Palace at the feet of it's masters and have been recognized by Master Oogway himself. If you require a local refrence, Master Chen himself visits our classes and has recognized my skill. He is a man I consider a friend and one I frequently speak with during his visits. My lessons are also twofold. Based in the physical aspect of self defense and it's forms but more importantly, the philisophical aspects. What is self defense? At what point must we resort to violence? How much harm must we do to stop someone and how much is too much? As well as how to read a situation and know when it is better to intervene or call those who are trained for such matters like the guard. I do not wish to undermine our guard's training nor their dedication but even they will agree they cannot be everywhere at once and there are times a situation does not allow for them to be called."
>>5122674Part of me wants to read it now, but another would rather have the whole thing at once. Such conflicting feelings.>>5122677Maybe TL became that way because he didn't talk to no one? Even when he was training everyday he still would had interactions with Shifu and Oogway, and maybe any other masters that visited.But in twenty years all he got was the daily ration, and even then it would be insults while he seethed.
>>5122685Just like pheonix wright and his classroom "court". No one spoke up for him, so now he speaks up for those than can. Also Edgeworth is a tsundere and you can't convince me otherwise.
>Three entire updates>We haven't even finished 2 of our pointsYou weren't kidding that this was going to be a big one.Things seem to be going well so far, hopefully it stays that way and we defeat another Karen.
>>5122708Who will win?>One lady who spent her life learning to public talk>Or one shonen Xianxia boi with the power of friendship
>>5122715I was going to say that Kung Fu panda is more Wuxia than Xianxia, but then I realized that quest probably broke through that barrier ever since we started doing the insane stunts with gods, magic and afterlife.
problem with stopping midway. I've lost my train of though I had while writing this. Better freshen it up.
Going back to the conspiracy, how do you want to word it exposing it. Sorry if you've written it already and I lost it in the posting. But so far, I'm going into explaining why Dronma's claims are false. One being that if she knows who threatened her son, then we can simply gather all our students and she can point them out since she obviously can't name them. Something we'll prove by asking her to state names. Following that, we'll disprove that our students were not behind the attacks. We have the biggest witness there. The victim, our beloved.From there we can point out the connection to pema and the alcohol bottle as a connection to her husband's establishment. After that, it becomes a bit nebulous seeing as she's gonna respond which will lead to another write in depending on how it's worded.
>>5122954Sounds all good.I feel that the important part of the accusation is to simply state that the bottle was a very expensive brand that he had been seen with after the job, which we cross checked and was sold at her husbands place.We aren't out and out accusing them of anything, simply stating a fact.
>>5122954Leading to another write-in makes sense, we can recycle the claim that we used about how they have meetings, dorji appearing one day after the attack, the unexplained grocery ban, and how they want to shut down the school only after our students made the purchaces for us.
"Of course, none of this matters if my students are directly misrepresenting my lessons or outright ignoring my teachings. From my persepective, all my students listen well and take my teachings to heart. You did, however, say that there were two incidents one anecdotal and the other is deliberately misleading." You say. Dronma casts a glance at you and though it was only for a brief moment as the turns to face you, your keen insight and training registers the unadulterated malice in them. She shakes her head and adopts a hurt and insulted tone. "Are you calling me a liar?" She asks with controlled incredulity. "For one who claims to respect our city and it's people, you now throw these horrible accusations at me. My son would never lie to me. What does he have to gain in doing so? Not to mention, accusing me of comitting perjury? I am a law abiding citizen.""So instead, you're saying you've decided to go rumor mongering? Or perhaps you're implying that you simply don't know how to investigate things properly and doing your due diligence?" Renshu asks, his voice cold and quiet, dangerously so. Dronma turns to face the large rabbit in an almost mechanical fashion as she exercises all of her self control. It was almost comical the way you can see the tension in her neck. You could almost imagine the bones grinding against themselves as she turns. The tone of the whispers shift as some of the attendants simply remain shocked while others voice their opinions on the level of disrespect and audacity shown. You place a hand on Renshu's shoulder and give him a pleading look to remain calm as you feel the burning rage seething beneath the cool exterior of the rabbit. Renshu simply reaches up and holds one of your fingers tightly though his gaze never leaves Dronma's.Doing your best to salvage the situation, you quickly say, "As I was just about to say, I can prove that your accusations of my students causing a fight inside the buisness you claim is false." You motion to Renshu. "I have the best witness you could ask for. The victim himself. You can even check the public record, he was questioned by the guards and it should also be noted that he is indeed the owner of The Warren.""I. See." Dronma says through gritted teeth. She inhales deeply and exhales. "I must ask however, simply as a form of fair play you see, is there a way you could prove that the victim here is is not compromised? I would love to clear any misconceptions of course but of course that there might be some who would argue that you or your students might have coerced him. After all, it seems like some of them might be lying to you. Of which I don't blame you, we are all mortal after all and prone to mistakes."You offer Dronma a smile and give Renshu's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Why would I ever do that? He's my beloved." Renshu stiffens at that and feel his heart race as all his anger washes away. Dronma looks at you agasht. The crowd goes completely silent.
"Excuse me?" She asks."He's my partner and we've been together for quite some time. Needless to say, he's someone important to me." You say simply. You don't know why, and at the moment you don't particularly care, but saying it here and now was a simple as stating your favorite color. Perhaps it the pressure of the situation or maybe it was simply you needed a tough situation to thrive and change. However, as it always is, these were things to ponder at another time. "Of course if you're worried about my students, then I should say that his sister is an instructor in my classes as well and if there is anyone to fear, it is her and the retruibition that would be wrought should anyone dare lay a hand on her brother. It's safe to say that he's quite safe from being harassed by my students. Especially since it would be inevitable that she or I would hear about this. If my classes teach what you say, then we can also assume that my students would know that doing something like this would cetainly meet with more violence. Luckily, that is not the case. But rather than hear it from me, perhaps we could hear of the incident from the owner?" You gently pat Renshu's back snapping him out of whatever he was thinking. "It's quite simple." He says. "I was simply operating my buisness as normal when three drunk men barged in and began demanding to see me. Rather than risk my patrons to be at risk I stepped out and before I could even speak to them, one attacked me and struck me across the face. A strike that did require stitching I might add. I was quite fortunate that the same students you accuse of attacking me were there because it was they who stepped in and saved me using the very lessons they were taught. If anything, I think these classes are a boon to the city if it builds a character of good samaritans. Last I recall, the same students were released the very next day after questioning while the real culprits were held in custody for a few days. I figure it would be a simple matter of asking the guard for the details of the incident. A task even a child could do I would wager."
"Not only that but I, and I'm afraid I simply couldn't help it, did some more investigating. There were some nasty rumors being propigated about Renshu here. Things about him being an adulterer and attempting to seduce any woman he came in contact with. Why even our mayor was included in this list." You say."Interesting." The mayor says with a hint of amusement no doubt in part due to your opponent's reactions. "Pray tell, did anything come of this investigation? Surely the guards could have handled this." She asks."Yes...pray tell..." Dronma says, her eye burning with rage."I'm afraid it was a bit of a vanity project of mine. The guards were well within their rights to simply dismiss the case as an act of drunken violence but...well I just had a nagging feeling about it I couldn't let go. Said gut feelings tend to be right im my experience." You explain.>What do you say?>Write in.
Here's hoping the thread lasts. If I can be quite honest, this arc has dragged on quite a bit. A lot longer than I anticipated and I'm worried about the health of the game at this point given how much stuff there is left anons want to do. Might have to go for a time skip if things are bad.
>>5124465Don't worry about it!We're getting to the C O N F R O N T A T I O N S.But for a point, timeskipping over certain events is probably best for pacing.>>5124464Now. . I can't write it all out I don't think, so the main points for the other anons to help with are this.>We did do an investigation on a hunch>We tracked down the perp who struck Renshu, Pema>We found him drunk and drunk on a very paticular bottle he couldn't have bought or stole.>The bottle came from her husbands wine cellar and the staff said nobody had been in there>Pema himself, drunk as he was, couldn't remember who told him Renshu was a womaniser other than it was a man and he put the idea in his head.I don't think we have anything else we can reveal without tipping our hand.
>>5124521Oh, and the connective link to other "interesting events" like the venor close off and Veiled threats
>>5124465We already carried on until now, and we are nearly done with Namek the library. We just have to make the new style and spend the extra time tying any loose ends.Maybe you can skip we learning from our friends to move it along, but then we miss the pseudo-philosophy>>5124464Ok, we have to distance ourselves from the break in and the inveatigation Xin did, so we have to dress the information we know in a way that can't be linked.>Well, the first thing I've done is to talk to thise involved, to know both sides of the incedent. The drunks were not cooperative, however my students had heard them grumble while they shared cells, and overheard that there was a bigger group, and the attackers were part of a larger group, being simply the ones that didn't lose their liquid courage.>I managed to track the rest of their friends, and they were much more willing to talk. It was not exactly a predeterminated attack, they had spent the entire night drinking while listening to a ringleader and rumormonger, who didn't even participate in said attack.>Once again I tracked down said man, which was easier since this Pema is apparently a bit notorious. I found him extremely drunk, so much so that he believed that I was one of his friends, which was fortunate since it made him very cooperative. He told me how he wasn't the one that started the rumours, but was told by a person hiding their identity, who also gave him the drinks he served to others that night. And fortunaly, the drink he was drunking at that moment was also one of them, which he gladly traded the near empty bottle for a a full drink I bought in a bar near the alleyway.>Now, I'm not one to put stock into baseless rumours, specially from a man that is both drunk, and had spread lies about my partner before, so I set out to investigate the validity. >By asking around a few bars and patrons, I found out that the bottle is from a high class stablishment know as Dragon's Peak, which Pema would never be able to buy from. Now, he is know to do odd jobs around town, and to receive drinks as payment, so I hadn't ruled out lies yet. >Until I also discovered that the bottle lacked a proper date, and while I innitialy though it meant it was a counterfeit, I discovered it was the mark that it belonged to the owner's personal reserve, shared only to his VIPs.>I also had an alchemist investigate the small remains of the drink to confirm wheter it was tempered with, but only found a somewhat rare herb that increases thrist, which while disproved any theory that the drunks where drugged, did prove that the bottle was legitimate, since it matches the description of how the drink affects the customer. I will not share the name or the amount of the herb, to not break the family's secret recipe, even though they are moving against me and my family.
Now the Karen will tell that they had a break in and one of the bottles was stolen, to try and prove that they had nothing to do with it.>That is interesting Lady Dronma, whoever I must share some other things I found out, and some suspicions happenings of late.>Firstly, while investigating the Dragon's Peak, I also found out that the owner has a regular meeting with all the important business owners of the city, where he no doubt opens up said reserve.>One day after the attack, a representative of the Dorji family visited the Warren to talk with Renshu, offering to buy the place and make him work for them, with the argument that most small business close very fast, and that it was best to become a partner before more difficulties appeared.>Which leads me to the very reason I had came here to the city hall. You see, a few days after Renshu declined to proposition, we found out that all the grocers on the city refused to sell their products to us, stating that they were aimply not allowed to. We had come here to petition to be have our right for a livelyhood reinstated.>Now for why this is relevant to the discussion to my school? Well it's quite simple! To allow Renshu to continue running the Warren while all but banned to operate it, I asked my students to make the purchaces for us, a temporary solution until we could talk to the proper authorities, and resolve the problem like civilized people.>And what do I find when I come here? After I civically follow the queue, not skipping or cutting the line all the while my partner's life is being strangled? The wife of the the owner of the Dragon's Peak, petitioning to to attack my own school! And by twisting events and my own degense agaisnt me! After months of operating it, it was only after the attack on the Warren, and my own students helping mantain it open, that suddenly my school became dangerous!>Different from Lady Dronma, I had not come here to attack another's life based on rumours and suspicions, merely to be able to continue my own. But! How many coincidences must a man ignore? Specially while being attacked? All the while the culprit is claiming to do it for the victim's own good?>And still! I will not ask the Mayor or the council to do anything based on what I know are my own annecdotes and suspicions! Because I know that civilized society is based upon due process, and not a fight on who is more popular, or who can be more emotional. All I ask is to continue to operate my school, and for my partner to be allowed to provide for his restaurant. And for everyone listening, to think deep on what I said, and to ask themselves how many of the small business in the city are truly independent, and if they can prosperz whitout finding itself cut out from everything and everyone! And next time a big, rich, powerful and influential family of the city claims they are defending the smaller ones, all the while attacking another smaller business, to think if they are speaking the truth.
>>5124601>>5124598Sounds about right, but I'm not sure if mentioning that WE did the investigating is the right call, since we are rather distinctive.But in other news, we have learned the requirements for TL to get married. Pull a pirates of the carrabian and get married in the middle of pitched and tense battle
>>5124846Hmmm, fair enough. We can use the word we instead and say that it was a collective effort by TL, Renshu and Xin, since it was what happened, and still five us deniability.
New thread tomorrow. Will post here if I can.
New thread. >>5128722perhaps you talked a little too much.Meanwhile a certain bun is back from their date. They have erected a small fort/cave made out of blankets from the bed from and placed it atop of Ming's bed where they hide within and make angry bun noises at anyone who gets near.