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>>5720123

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>>5720123
>>Sneaking Squad. You’re the stealth guy, like, why is this even a question?
>Lord Gargoyle.

>>5720123
>>5720128
+1

>>5720123
>>Sneaking Squad. You’re the stealth guy, like, why is this even a question?
>Oliver.

>>5720132
Supporting. Lord Gargoyle's thing seems like more in the lines of distraction.

>>5720123
>>Sneaking Squad. You’re the stealth guy, like, why is this even a question?
>Oliver.
As much as I don’t like Ollie, he is the best choice for a sneak squad....
Creator help us all.

>>5720123
Changing my vote to:
>Sneaking Squad. You’re the stealth guy, like, why is this even a question?
>Henry
Let the clown do their job. Real men takes the GOOD job!

>>5720123
>Sneaking squad.
>Oliver.

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Henry puts a lot of thought on how to divide the teams with the new information available about everyone’s abilities.

“Johnny, Oliver, you two are going in. The rest of us will distract them.” Henry announces. “Gargoyle’s ability is our best bet to divert as many people’s attention as we can. And with mine, we can retreat real easy.” Henry explains despite nobody asking. “Johnny, you’re good at getting in and out, and Oliver, you almost kidnapped Constance, so that counts for something, am I right?”

“Damn right, it does! What good times those were! Most of my friends were alive back then…” Oliver gets all sad.

“C-Could you please stop bringing that up so casually?” You don’t know if he’s milking it or if it helps him cope. But you’re tired, and neither seem healthy. At least, you wouldn’t mind if he didn’t do it with people he barely knows.

“I must agree.” Lord Gargoyle doesn’t like that from Oliver either, and he has nothing else to add.

“Eh, I will when the memories stop haunting me.” Oliver likes being a weirdo.

“So, never?” George wonders.

“Don’t count on that! You guys could all die today and I feel like the weight of your demise would override my guilt over the deaths of my recently deceased friends.” Oliver explains like he’s talking about sports or something. “Like, my parents were brutally murdered and I barely bring that up... Or maybe everything will all pile up into a massive wrecking ball of depression and hit me right in the face.”

“...I don’t want to team up with Oliver anymore.” You want someone to tag you out.

“Sorry, bud. We’re going with the new guy with cool superpowers.” Henry puts it in simple terms. Wait, did he choose to team up with Lord Gargoyle because he wants to see his powers?! What a dumb and childish decision, you’d never do that…

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>>5720184

“Yes, I’m definitely cool and likable, but you’ll soon find out that it’s my dastardliness that completes the package.” Lord Gargoyle believes there’s more about him than only his goofy abilities.

“Let’s try to outdo each other, eh, Gargoyle? Let’s see who gets the gig done best.” George doesn’t mind the bad odds as long as he faces a challenge.

“A-ha! I welcome this challenge!” Lord Gargoyle is excited.

“Any signal or anything for us to go in, Henry?” You ask if there’s a good time for you to go in.

“Henry is pretty hands off as a couch.” George smirks, he’s almost forcing Henry’s hand to let you do your thing.

“Yeah, you two are the seasoned veterans, right? Find a good opening after we start doing our thing. The main door is out of bounds though, maybe use a window or something. We’re gonna cause havoc by the front, and we don’t want to hold back.” Henry gives instructions anyway. “Is that good?”

“It’s good for us, Boss.” You nod.

“Heh, Boss…” Henry gets a little flustered. “We starting in 5 minutes. Make sure to be on the same page before we go out.” Henry calls his team over.

The Sneaking Squad gets closer to discuss your part of the plan.

“It’s a 4-story tall building. We have the windows on the back of the first floor; I think they lead to the kitchen. We can climb the wall up to the second floor since there’s a window open, but who knows where it’ll get us. If you’re feeling brave, with our powers combined, I can climb us up to the roof.” Oliver gets all his ideas out as he shows his nails getting bigger. “Up to you, Phil Noon.” The former terrorist is in codename mode already.

What’s the plan?

>Sneak into the building through the Kitchen Windows. Less taxing, but there’s more risk of being spotted.
>Sneak into the building through the 2nd floor window. Less taxing, low risk of being spotted, but who knows where you will be.
>Sneak into the building by climbing to the roof. It’s taxing on the body, but no risk of being spotted, and a safe way to get in.
>Write In.

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>>5720186
>>Sneak into the building by climbing to the roof. It’s taxing on the body, but no risk of being spotted, and a safe way to get in.
Go in with style!

>>5720186
>Sneak into the building by climbing to the roof. It’s taxing on the body, but no risk of being spotted, and a safe way to get in.

>>5720186
>>Sneak into the building through the 2nd floor window. Less taxing, low risk of being spotted, but who knows where you will be.

>>5720186
>>Sneak into the building by climbing to the roof. It’s taxing on the body, but no risk of being spotted, and a safe way to get in.
LETS GO IN STYLE

>>5720186
>Sneak into the building by climbing to the roof. It’s taxing on the body, but no risk of being spotted, and a safe way to get in.

>>5720186
Seems to me like Carmella will probably flee as soon as there's trouble. Her powers are better for running than fighting. Our primary goal is to rescue Billy, but we might consider having George stand watch away from the building. If anyone gets a call/text from him then it means that he's spotted Carmella fleeing the building by somewhere other than the front door.

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“We’re going to climb to the top.” You have to go for the most stylish option.

“Right on.” Oliver has no qualms with this decision as he makes his claws sturdier. “I have a rope to drop in case you want me to go first.”

“You know, you gave me an idea.” You grab the rope that he’s holding, put the invisibility cloak on, and eventually, it covers Oliver as well. Then you drop it to make the former terrorist visible, then turn off your invisibility too. “Like it?”

“It’s amazing.” Oliver likes this idea a lot. No more words to be exchanged. “How long can you maintain that?”

“Not as long as I would like, you’ll have to be fast, Leo.” You can expand your cloak, but it takes a lot of energy. If only Carol was here with her musical buff, this would be a breeze.

“Count on me, Phil.” Leo Major will overcome any challenge.

The Sneaking Squad’s strategy is set! But before the operation goes on, you asked the Distracting Force to be ready to let you know if Carmela escapes. Her ability is all about moving fast, so it’s likely she’ll run away once danger presents itself. Henry says they’ll do what they can, but the entire team will be on the field, including George, since he’s used to Henry’s powers by now. Lord Gargoyle fixes the issue by leaving one of his clones (Left Hand) to watch over the situation with his phone in hand. He says he’s amazing enough to outdo everyone without an arm! Also, he’d rather keep as many clones around as he can, so this is the only one who will part from the main group.

With everything established, the operation commences! Henry, George, and Lord Gargoyle move to the front of the building, while you, Oliver and Lord Gargoyle (Left Hand) wait on the outskirts.

Henry and George stand behind Lord Gargoyle as he sets up fireworks to cause a commotion. It’s rather effective! And by effective, you mean loud. To your surprise, three mafia goons come out of the building looking for trouble. You know they work for the Youhao Clan because Oliver recognized them.

“What is the mafia doing here?” You wonder. Neither Nina nor Neko mentioned anything about the mafia.

“My educated guess is that they are here to eject all tenants inside to secure the building for demolition!” Lord Gargoyle (Left Hand) explains. “Like they always do after every disaster. Exceedingly scummy if I say so myself.” There’s no admiration in Lord Gargoyle’s voice. This isn’t the kind of evil that he endorses.

“The Madam of Shrubbery didn’t mention any suspicious activities around!” Oliver crosses his arms.

“To be fair, we had one night to survey the area.” You point out. This isn’t ideal either way.

Henry, George, and Lord Gargoyle are having a rough chat with the mafiosi that are bothering them. It isn’t escalating just yet, but it soon will.

>>5720935

What do you do?

>Go immediately. Climb the walls without wasting any time.
>Wait for the discussion to escalate into a fight! There are probably a couple of thugs waiting inside still. Violence will bring them out. Then you’ll climb the walls.
>Keep watching. The time hasn’t arrived yet. (Look for a new opening entirely)
>Write In.

>>5720936
>>Go immediately. Climb the walls without wasting any time.

>>5720936
>>Go immediately. Climb the walls without wasting any time.

>>5720936
>Go immediately. Climb the walls without wasting any time.
Its go time

>>5720936
>>Go immediately. Climb the walls without wasting any time.

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“C’mon, Leo, time to go now.” You believe it’s time to climb!

“Going!” Oliver leads the way since he’s the one carrying the brunt of the work.

“Best of luck, gentlemen. I’ll inform the others!” Lord Gargoyle (Left Hand) waves you two goodbye (with his Left Hand).

Oliver tied a rope around his waist, and handed you a piece for you to do your invisible trick. As you approached the back of the building, you put the cloak on. The former terrorist’s claws sink into the walls' concrete as he starts escalating, leaving little holes in them, err, it’s something you’re invisibility can’t fix. But as far as the heist goes, nobody has paid any attention to this side of the building. And for the others, you hear another set of Fireworks being set off…

After a decent chunk of time climbing, Leo Watty pulls the rope twice to indicate that it is your turn to go upwards; you hope he tied the rope onto something instead of being the base himself, but you don’t think he’s that dumb, right? Right…? You start climbing with an uneasy feeling, one you hope is uncalled for. It takes a couple of minutes, give or take, to get on the roof! With the coast clear, you take your invisibility off…

“How are you holding up?” Oliver asks as he knows your ability is quite taxing when used on others.

“I’ll live.” You don’t have a headache yet, but you feel it brewing.

“We don’t know where Carmella is, right?” Oliver makes sure.

“No, we don’t know which one is her apartment.” You explain slowly and lowly.

“Shit, what are we going to do?” Oliver gets closer to the door that leads to the inside. “It’s unlocked.”

You’re glad nobody is guarding the rooftop, but that doesn’t mean things will keep being this easy. You need to find out where Billy and Carmella are.

What do you do?

>Pretend to be a Thug and ask them which apartments haven’t been cleared.
>Sneakily look through every single apartment on Floor 4.
>Go inside and call for Carmella like an idiot looking for a ghost.
>Drop a Coconut from the top of the building to knock out some of the thugs messing with your team.
>Write In.

>>5720991
>>Drop a Coconut from the top of the building to knock out some of the thugs messing with your team.

>>5720991
>Pretend to be a Thug and ask them which apartments haven’t been cleared.

>>5720991
If Carmella has never heard Johnny's voice, then
>Pretend to be a Thug and ask them which apartments haven’t been cleared.
But if she has, then
>Drop a Coconut from the top of the building to knock out some of the thugs messing with your team
J.A.
JOHNNY ANDO

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“First, we should use our height advantage to help the team out.” You get your priorities straight. “I bet we can throw something at them from here, like a coconut.”

“Why would a coconut be here?” Oliver isn’t gelling well with your idea.

“Eureka! Found one!” You find a barrel full of coconuts right by the exit door.

“So… This is how being the straight man feels.” Oliver is reconsidering his life options, he knows those weren’t there, but maybe he’s wrong. No, he’s wrong. The facts are clear: the coconuts are here, and have always been here. Reality made him wrong. “Screw that! Let’s bomb these idiots!” Oliver joins the idiocy.

“We can only throw one. We’ll bring too much attention to us if we rain them down.” You point out. “And I call dibs since it’s my idea.”

“Damn it, but fair.” Oliver’s values align with yours.

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>>5721049

[Meanwhile, down below…]

“You know what that second row of fireworks did?!” Onion head thug threatens the team.

“Educate us.” Lord Gargoyle mocks.

“Jabs Garza isn’t the biggest problem that you’re gonna face! The secret weapon is gonna go nuclear on you!” Onion head opens the way for the big baddie still inside the building.

“I could’ve beaten y’all, scrubs. But, now, you’re about to be in the ring with the devil.” Masked man Jabs Garza will leave the battlefield to whoever they are hiding.

“Bring it!” Henry taunts them with both hands.

“Who is the secret weapon? I just got here and I’m not a journalist undercover.” The thug with bandages asks his fellow thugs.

“Stop pointing that out.” Jabs Garza doesn’t like this new thug.

“Our clan unified all the organizations around the country, now we have all Five Titans! It’s the one from the East, man!” Onion head introduces. “The 50 minute Tsunami, Orca Ozalp!”

“I’m gonna take this kid around, I like the way he talks…” Orca Ozalp walks out of the building. He’s a very wide man with a menacing look! “Violence beckons, boys! And tonight, I’ll snap your necks!”

“Brace yourselves, everyone.” George isn’t going to take the heavy man lightly.

Sadly, the entire encounter ends abruptly once a single coconut falls on Orca Ozalp’s head and knocks him out cold…

[Back at the rooftop]

“Woo! I knew I couldn’t miss that big of a target!” You congratulate yourself.

“They’re bringing the big man inside.” Oliver points out. “Might cause trouble to us.”

“Uuuh…” You know, they were supposed to distract them, not beat them up. “As long as they keep pestering them, we will be fiiiine.”

“I know!” Oliver trusts you. “Now, what do we do?”

Well, you kinda want to infiltrate them to get the information out! But Carmella has heard your voice before, but she was way too drunk both times, so maybe you’re overthinking things.

What do you do?

>Pretend to be thugs and ask the rest of the boys which apartments haven’t been cleared.
>Go inside and call for Carmella like an idiot looking for a ghost. Maybe she recognizes you and looks for you!
>Sneakily look through every single apartment on Floor 4.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5721050
>Sneakily look through every single apartment on Floor 4.

>>5721050
>Sneakily look through every single apartment on Floor 4

>>5721050
>Sneakily look through every single apartment on Floor 4.

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“We’ll explore the floor down below us.” You need to locate Carmella without her noticing you both.

“Ah, scouting duties. Good luck to you.” Oliver takes for granted that he won’t accompany you.

“You’re coming with me, someone is going to check this place after what we did.” You raise an eyebrow. Why the hell would he leave you to do this alone?

“Huh, yeah, you think they brought the coconut barrel themselves? To defend their position?” Oliver thinks this is some sort of strategy game.

“I'll be honest, I don’t think any explanation will make sense. Now give me your hand, we have to go.” You know idiocy when you see it. You’re kinda becoming an expert… But it’s time to leave the goofiness to the side, and get serious. Billy’s life is in danger.

“I have a better idea! I have a smaller rope we can use to have enough room to wiggle around, but not be too close to each other!” Oliver takes another rope out as he puts the first one away.

“Why do you have so many ropes…?” You don’t know why you are questioning it now, but better late than never.

“Oh, in case we want to kidnap someone, or at least subdue an enemy. They’re quite flexible items every burglar should have.” The former terrorist talks from experience.

“Right…” You hold the rope and put the cloak on both of you. Since there’s less rope, it’s not as taxing on your body as before.

You two go through the roof door down through a small staircase with you in the lead, now on the 4th floor, you see a grand total of 3 other rooms. Either it’s not that big of an apartment building, or these apartments are very spacious. You peek inside through the nearest door and find it completely empty, next one is the same story, but the last one doesn’t budge. Heavy stomps get louder from the other side of the door as they near, like they were on the lookout.

“You guys again?! I said I want 15 times the price and I’ll get my ass out of here! Not a penny less!” The cranky voice of a middle aged woman shouts from within! She doesn’t sound young enough to be Carmella, but you never know with alcoholics…

What do you do?

>Knock again. If they open the door, sneak inside. You have the hunch this is the place.
>“Hello, young lady! We’re part of the City Bureau, and we’re here to inspect the damages inside your apartment to make sure if it’s hospitable or not.” Pretend you’re here to survey. Bait her out and get in while invisible.
>“We’re here to pay, let us in.” Act like you’re one of the thugs to gain access. Bait her out and get in while invisible.
>Investigate the floor below, this isn’t it.
>Write In.

>>5721740
>>“We’re here to pay, let us in.” Act like you’re one of the thugs to gain access. Bait her out and get in while invisible.

>>5721740
>>5721742
+1

>>5721742
+1

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“We’re here to pay, let us in.” You act like one of the thugs to gain access. You pull the rope twice to let Oliver know that you’ll get in as soon as the door opens.

“Wha-?!” The woman is in disbelief. “I-It’s 15 times the real price, not what you offered…! You can’t scam ME!”

“We know. Are we doing this or not?” You sound defeated to sell the idea you’re relenting to her absurd demands. Or supposed absurd demands… You have no idea what went through here.

“Fine! Don’t you dare go back on your word or there’s gonna be trouble!” The woman threatens as the door is being unlocked. “Show me the money now! Huh?” The door bursts open with the woman standing on the frame, and sadly, you know her!

She’s Linda, the former White Flame user, who turned to the cult, and was later killed by Esperanza. Well, not killed. She’s here, somehow. Alive. And she looks better than the last few times! Good for her! You think. This might indicate that Carmella is here since the two were buddies at one point. You and Oliver ignore her and go past her right inside!

It’s… a normal apartment, it’s quite upsetting that it is in better condition than yours and bigger. It lacks furniture for the most part, like someone just moved here and decided not to buy anything to decorate but the bare minimum.

“Oh drats, am I hallucinating again…?” Linda holds her head like she’s having the worst time of her life again.

(QM Note: If you’re wondering why the lack of rolls, stats are high enough that it seems wholly unnecessary for now.)

What do you do?

>Investigate the rest of the apartment to find Carmella or Billy.
>“Yes, you are. You might need some air.” Try to trick Linda out of the apartment.
>Knock Linda out just in case.
>Write In.

>>5721786
>>Knock Linda out just in case.
Put her on the bed or couch or some shit to make it looks like she fell asleep

>>5721786
>Investigate the rest of the apartment to find Carmella or Billy.

>>5721788
Actually, I feel like I was being too impulsive about this, it looks like her entity is locked anyway so supporting this

>>5721788
+1

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Despite Linda looking like she’s troubled, you know very well it is not the time to get stupidly altruistic, so it’s better if you keep looking deeper in the apartment to try to find Billy or Carmella. That’s your priority.

You two walk past the living room, and turn to the right into a corridor that leads to the other rooms. Oliver is a smidgen noisy due to his clumsy steps, worse than you before your lessons with Houda, but it’s all drawn out by the noise from outside caused by the team and the thugs. Bless those fireworks, infinite in number as they seem.

Back to the corridor, there’s one door by your right with a sign indicating that it’s the bathroom, two more by your left with no clear indication of anything. And through the middle, a doorway without… a door. It’s an open area now, something must’ve happened to it.

You peek inside through what you can, the bathroom is empty but fairly clean, so that’s a plus. One of the rooms is also without someone inside, and pretty disorganized; judging by the amount of beauty products inside, it appears to be Linda’s. The room next to it is closed. And as for the open area without a door, the blaring TV drama gives you the hint that someone must be there, you get closer to find none other than Carmella watching TV, or, having the TV on while scrolling through her phone. No signs of Billy.

What do you do?

>Burst inside the locked room. Billy must be in there, right?
>Bang on the locked door. Maybe Billy is in there, and by listening to the noise, the two spinsters are going to try to see what’s going on inside! It’s worth the bait.
>Approach Carmella and try to knock her out. [Courage Based] [Normal Roll]
>Regroup in the bathroom and reassess the situation. You have to be on the same page.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5721842
>>Regroup in the bathroom and reassess the situation. You have to be on the same page.

>>5721847
+1

>>5721842
>>>Regroup in the bathroom and reassess the situation. You have to be on the same page.

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You pull the rope to indicate to your teammate that you’re moving back! The bathroom is a safe spot where you can regroup, and you plan to utilize it. Once inside, you close the door as softly as humanly possible to cause no noise out of the ordinary. With the cloak off, you quietly shush Oliver before he speaks a word and pull out your phone to show him that you will communicate through Chat-Now! instead of whispering. The former terrorist catches on, and embraces your stealthy tactics.

“Let’s discuss our next move. We found Carmella, and I think Billy is in the locked room.” You type.

“Why would they lock him up in there if they are planning to sell the apartment?” Oliver asks a reasonable question.

“They’re asking 15 times the price, I don’t think they actually want to sell.” You argue. “Where else could he be?”

“The basement.” Oliver is certain.

“We’re on the 4th floor. What basement?” You raise an eyebrow.

“A secret attic? >:)” Oliver wonders. Well, your apartment has one, and you didn’t know it existed for a long time, so it’s plausible.

“K.” You might consider this. But wouldn’t it be too cumbersome to lock him up in there? Well, it’s not like having him in one of the rooms is any better, and those two are acting too chill for people with a hostage.

Maybe there’s more to this? But that’d mean they’re competent, and, as far as you know, they have shown they’re anything but that.

…

There’s an annoying spot inside your phone. You need to clean up your screen…

Anyway, you need to decide what the next step will be!

What do you do?

>Burst inside the locked room. Billy must be in there, right?
>Bang on the locked door. Maybe Billy is in there, and by listening to the noise, the two spinsters are going to try to see what’s going on inside! It’s worth the bait.
>Try to find this Ghost Attic.
>Inform the Distracting Force of the situation. Request some sort of distraction to lead these two women out of the apartment.
>Write In.

>>5722452
>>Inform the Distracting Force of the situation. Request some sort of distraction to lead these two women out of the apartment.

>>5722452
>Bang on the locked door. Maybe Billy is in there, and by listening to the noise, the two spinsters are going to try to see what’s going on inside! It’s worth the bait.

>>5722464
I'll support this so we can move on

>>5722464
+1

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It’s within your understanding that going to look for more places where Billy might be isn’t the best strategy, you have to discard every simple possibility before you start breaking out of bounds for answers. You tell Oliver as such and decide on a strategy to employ to get to the captive man. He’s definitely behind the locked door in the hallway, and you’re going to bust him out of this dump!

With the rope in hand and the invisibility cloak on, the Sneaking Squad leave the Bathroom base to the closed gate, and knock it! Bang on it even! Anything to bring those two women here to check what’s going on inside the room, if they bite the bait, they might open the door!

“What is that noise?!” Linda shouts from the living room.

“It isn’t the TV...” Carmella isn’t as bothered but is cautious as well.

“It came from that room? I’m not hallucinating, right?” Linda sounds antsy.

“How should I know if you've gone crazy again or not?” Carmella rolls her eyes.

“Just answer the god forsaken question!” Linda gets annoyed.

“Bah! I’m sure it’s the ruckus from outside!” Carmella is way too lazy.

…

You knock again out of pettiness.

“Y-YOU HEAR THAT, RIGHT?!” Linda is losing her cool.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard it.” Carmella stands up.

“FIX IT NOW! IT’S YOUR FUCK UP! I CANNOT GET IN TROUBLE!” Linda yells.

“That’s what I’m doing, you fatso.” Carmella starts walking over to the door…

She takes a key out of her pocket...

What do you do?

>Knock Carmella out and steal the key! [Normal Roll][Courage Based]
>Do the same thing as you did to enter the apartment. Let Carmella open the door then sneak inside.
>Keep knocking on the door. Make her haste!
>Write In.

>>5722525
>Do the same thing as you did to enter the apartment. Let Carmella open the door then sneak inside.

>>5722525
>>Do the same thing as you did to enter the apartment. Let Carmella open the door then sneak inside.

>>5722525
>Do the same thing as you did to enter the apartment. Let Carmella open the door then sneak inside.

>>5722525
>>Do the same thing as you did to enter the apartment. Let Carmella open the door then sneak inside.

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You and Oliver stay in distance to the door to jump at the opportunity to get inside just like last time. Carmella comes over and unlocks the door, she opens it wide, inadvertently giving you two enough time and space to sneak in without issues — and finally see what’s inside.

There’s a giant cage like the one for circus animals in the middle of this empty room, the place itself is filled with graffiti, the floor is recently patched but you can tell it was filled with holes. It’s like someone took a homeless man’s den and left it half repaired. Inside the cage is the man you’re looking for, Billy is once again trapped behind bars.

“You heard the noise outside and made some of your own, huh?” Carmella is pissed at Billy.

“I don’t know what that was, but it came from outside here, not from inside, baby.” Billy retorts, unfazed. “I’ve been good like a morning coffee.”

“Nah, you heard those fireworks, you heard those thugs. You wanted those idiots to save your ass, didn’t you?” Carmella shakes her head. “After all we have gone through this week, I was starting to trust you again. But the first chance you smelt with that crooked nose of yours, and you wanted out.”

“Please, Mella, I don’t wanna break your heart.” Billy is trying to be… flirty? “You know I’d never hurt you!”

“Don’t pull that crap with me.” Carmella doesn’t buy it. “Tell me how you opened the cage.”

“Diamond eyes, please, if I could do that, I would be dancing in the streets.” Billy says back.

“So you wanna leave...” Carmella shakes her head.

“T-That’s not what I meant, baby. The stars miss touching this face, it’s nothing personal.” The Motley Crew member says.

“Bah. Are you going to tell me the nice way? Or should I kick your ass again?” Carmella wants to know how Billy beat the door.

“Please, Diamond eyes, my ass is only meant to be admired.” Billy cowers inside the cage.

“Linda! Billy is not talking!” Carmella shouts back.

“A-And what do you want me to do?! It’s your man!” Linda doesn’t want to get near.

“I don’t know! Some help for once would be nice, you fat ass!” Carmella shouts back. “All these lazy cows are the same. All they do is complain and act miserable, then they blame me for their problems.”

“I swear on the moonlight that these bars haven’t failed you.” Billy trembles.

Carmella seems to start to believe Billy, but it doesn’t dawn on her the implications of said truth…

What do you do?

>Knock Carmella out before she figures out that something is wrong. [Hard Roll] [Courage Based]
>Stay put and let her suspicions die down with time. [Normal Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>Destroy the cage with Philonune’s spear and free Billy. [No Roll]
>Bang on the wall outside the room to distract Carmella from the inside. [No Roll]
>Write In.

>>5722618

Also, it's the last reply of the day, we return during the weekend!

>>5722618
>Write In.
It's time.
Distract her with glorious abs and baby oil. Doesn't necessarily have to be ours, btw.

>>5722621
No full retard. Not here. Not on the serious stealth op. Save it for later when the time is right.

>>5722618
>Stay put and let her suspicions die down with time. [Normal Roll] [Knowledge Based]
Let the heat fade. Once Carmella leaves, we can free Billy and plan an escape. Those floor holes might be the key. Billy's power is to shrink things wasn't it? Or just himself? It'd be cool to use Oliver's power to carve one of the holes out, then Billy's power to shrink and escape down with that. Alternatively
>Carmella leaves
>free Billy
>unlock the door from the inside
>stealth exit into apartment
>close and relock door behind us
>stealth to front door
>unlock it, walk out
>close door, drop stealth, lock it from the outside
>leave
This way there's literally no trace left like a door being left open or unlocked. It is like Billy vanished into thin air. It'll spook the hell out of them.

>>5722627
Wait, this door to Billy's has a key... but can't Billy shrink to enter the lock to relock it from the outside? Or Oliver use his power as lockpicks? Otherwise, I don't think there's a way to steal the key off Carmella to then put it back with her without her noticing. That might be what fucks up the epic ultra-ghost clear. At least the front door of the apartment shouldn't have a key for the inside, unless it does

>>5722621
I'm not backing it now but I'm still pocketing this idea for later if it's useful

>>5722627
>Cutting Edge Graphics – His partner can shrink in size (minimum 5 cm) and if Billy closes his eyes, he can see what his partner is seeing.
He can shrink his entity, it seems to be mostly for scouting and shit

Also, I don't think we're gonna stealth out of here from a locked room. We're in a pretty good position to grab both Billy and her crystal. We can ask her for it's location after we knock her out and even if she absolutely refuses to tell us we can always use the crown

>>5722628
I'm betting our entities can just destroy it

>>5722618
>>5722627
+1
To break the stalemate.

>>5722627
>>5722633
>>5722628
Billy got his entity taken away, he doesn't have any powers except being able to throw things very accurately.

>>5722618
>Knock Carmella out
I want that sweet crystal piece marshmallow power up.

>>5722633
>>5722689
Thank you for the explanation. It seems we might have to fight our way out then

>>5722689
Billy got given his powers back cause we vouched for him to Nina. That's why he joined the Motley Crew. They probably also made him sign that judge contract about not hurting Constance but he's got it back

>I want that sweet crystal piece marshmallow power up.
100%. Though, I'm wondering if we should power ourselves up or give it someone to take into the next round with us

>>5722618
>>Knock Carmella out before she figures out that something is wrong. [Hard Roll] [Courage Based]

>>5722689
>Punch Carmella (for some guy named camilo)

>>5722708
We should take it ourselves. Johnny has a tendency to involve himself in dangerous situations, so we need to stack as much power and survivability as we can.

>>5722618
>Stay put and let her suspicions die down with time. [Normal Roll] [Knowledge Based]
We wait for her to stop suspecting then we knock her out when her guard is down.

>>5722618
>Stay put and let her suspicions die down with time. [Normal Roll] [Knowledge Based]

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>>5722621
>>5722627
>>5722662
>>5722689
>>5723264
>>5723460
>>5723534
>>5723539

We're going stealth. Staying put. Normal difficulty, 1d100, best of 5! Please Roll!

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>5723678

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5723678

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5723678

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>5723678
Dice for the Roll Lords

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>5723678

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>>5723698

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>>5723698
clutch

>>5723698
What a hero

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You two better not move a muscle and wait for Carmella’s suspicions to die down, it’s the smart play. Slowly and methodically, Carmella investigates every nook and cranny inside. This amount of caution allows you two to circumvent her movement with relative ease. And thankfully, you have been able to pull Oliver out of the way when it seemed inevitable that the worst best friend ever would’ve touched him. Those close calls were nerve inducing, but now they’re all in the past.

Carmella’s frustration is maximized now that her investigation has resulted in nothing, which —in her mind— means there’s only one explanation.

“Billy… What’s the trick?” Carmella glares at the man who the moon likes to shine on.

“Y-You didn’t find anything?” Billy is very concerned for his safety.

“Take a wild guess!” Carmella frowns. “You men are all pathetic liars.”

“Mella, my sweet diamond eyes, listen to me. Only the truth escapes these lips. There’s an explanation for this, baby.” Billy doesn’t want his captor to lose faith.

“I’m listening, sideburns.” Carmella really wants to believe Billy despite everything.

“Ghosts. This place turned into a paranormal dance floor!” Mr. Buonanotte reveals his theory.

“Ghosts, really?” Carmella scoffs at him. “Horse shit.”

“YES! IT’S SO OBVIOUS NOW!” Linda appears out of nowhere. “I-I mean to say, there’s weight to your man’s words, Carmella. We’ve both had atypical experiences lately. This place must be haunted by the dead!”

“It's just been you, you whale.” Carmella doesn’t seem to agree in the slightest.

“Tch, only the blind could ignore evidence this clear.” Linda rolls her eyes. “We must cleanse the apartment before I lose my mind.”

“That’s reality, your mind is fried, fatso. It’s more likely there’s a flame user here than this ghost trash.” The evil four-eyes is at odds with these two. “But what’s even more likely is that this human garbage is lying to us again. Linda, go in there.”

“Excuse me?” Linda is confused.

“Make sure nothing is off with the cage now.” Carmella opens the door of the cage. “You twitch one muscle, Billy, and I swear to god that I’m going to break your kneecaps.”

“D-Duly noted, baby.” Billy won’t even move.

Carmella opens the cage’s door, Linda sighs and walks into it...

What do you do?

>Steal the Key and push Carmella inside too. [Normal Roll][Courage Based]
>Pull Billy out and get out of here. [Normal Roll][Athletics Based]
>Knock out Carmella now that she’s distracted. [Easy Roll][Courage Based]
>Act like you’re a ghost haunting this apartment. [No Roll]
>Stay put. Don’t do anything yet. [No Roll]
>Write In.

>>5724173
>>Knock out Carmella now that she’s distracted. [Easy Roll][Courage Based]

>>5724173
>>>Knock out Carmella now that she’s distracted. [Easy Roll][Courage Based]

>>5724173
>Knock out Carmella now that she’s distracted. [Easy Roll][Courage Based]

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>>5724176
>>5724198
>>5724205

Time to roll! 1d100, best of 5! Time to knock this meanie out!

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>5724208
Here's to luck

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>5724208
Hoping for higher than a 14!

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5724208

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5724208
rolling

>>5724215
Fucking nice, dude!

>>5724215
Nice.

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There’s no better moment to strike than now, you utilize the Spice technique to knock people out without causing brain damage (supposedly) on Carmella, and she collapses like a sack of potatoes onto the side of the cage. This is the second time you leave her to eat dust, good thing this time she isn’t puking on herself. Linda turns around due to the ruckus, sees her ally unconscious, and awkwardly power-walks out of the cage, the room, and the apartment. You could hear her mutter to the specters to have mercy on her…

“Buahehuhihihi~! My true moment to shine has arrived!” Oliver lets go of your invisible bond, and ties up Carmella with his rope. “There. What a beauty.” He’s actually proud. How could he not be? That looks like an expert knot.

“W-Watts! Could this mean that...” Billy can’t believe his eyes. He’s on the verge of tears.

“Yeah, we came here to save you.” You take the cloak off too without much fanfare. You wanted to be cooler, but you ended up being efficient. Matilda would be proud. “The others are busy distracting the thugs. Sorry for taking so long, we had issues locating you.”

“All is well! All is well like the... Moonlight!” Billy can’t come up with something better out of the sheer emotion. He jumps out of his prison with style!

“I have informed the others that we have secured Billy.” Oliver plays with his phone.

“I lament to let you know that —despite my best efforts— I couldn’t locate the Crystal Piece within the apartment, no matter how much I investigated.” Billy taps on the holes of the wooden floor. He’s insinuating that he snuck his entity through them. “But the dancing doesn’t stop until the music does.”

“How long can the others hold?” You ask Oliver.

“Actually, Lord Gargoyle (Left Hand) left me on read. He must have his hands full.” Oliver doesn’t give a good forecast.

You don’t think Carmella is going to wake up in a good while. You got her good. Like nobody did before…

[You gain +3 Athletics Experience Points for knocking Carmella out with one swift blow!]

What do you do?

>Search Carmella. Perhaps the reason Billy couldn’t find the Crystal Piece is because she had it with her the whole time.
>Chase after Linda, for some reason you think she has the Crystal Piece.
>With Billy secured, it’s better if you go. Take Carmella with you, you’ll ask her where it is.
>Tell everyone it’s not the time to find the Crystal Piece. You have the Crown, so rushing isn’t necessary. Just go.
>Give the apartment a second look. You don’t want to offend Billy, but you have to make sure.
>Write In.

>>5724306
>>Search Carmella. Perhaps the reason Billy couldn’t find the Crystal Piece is because she had it with her the whole time.
I assume she has it on her in case she has to make a quick getaway but if she doesn't then we might have extend the operation so we can have someone bring the crown here

>>5724306
>With Billy secured, it’s better if you go. Take Carmella with you, you’ll ask her where it is.
I'm still angling for an abs focused interrogation scene.

>>5724308
+1

>>5724306
>Search Carmella. Perhaps the reason Billy couldn’t find the Crystal Piece is because she had it with her the whole time.

>>5724306
>With Billy secured, it’s better if you go. Take Carmella with you, you’ll ask her where it is.

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“We should search her for the crystal piece.” You don’t have anything to lose but a little time.

“Who is going to do it? We mustn’t take advantage of her! We should’ve brought a woman with us...” Oliver points out that searching her has weird implications.

“Leo, I saw her puke on herself…” You don’t want to go into more details, but yeah, you’re hardly interested. And that doesn’t even take into account her awful personality, and your disdain for her character.

“You too? A sight to the sore eyes.” Billy is as disgusted as you are. Neither of you see Carmella as attractive.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. You’re the one making it weird by pointing it out.” You feel like this wasn’t an issue. You grew up around women your entire life, there’s nothing strange about this, the thought of taking advantage of an unconscious woman never crossed your mind and it never will.

“Oh, sorry. It happened to me before and the boys. But they’re dead now, so it’s all good!” Oliver had a bad experience. That comes with the job of being a serial kidnapper for a terrorist organization…

You and Billy make a quick search through Carmella’s clothes to find absolutely nothing of importance. Well, you have multiple keys, and her phone. One key chain has the cell door and a mysterious key; the other one appears to have the keys from this apartment, and from her previous one… Which should be Nina’s, right? Neko and Nina are smart people, so they must’ve changed the locks! Makes you wonder why keep the keys at all. Anyway, there’s one weird key. You wonder why.

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>>5724364

“Not on her, huh?” Oliver sighs.

“It must be somewhere we’re not looking.” Billy is thinking this over.

“Okay, I went through her phone, and I figured it out.” You have too much Knowledge to not look for simple clues. It was all in her Chat-Now! Chat with Linda. You take Carmella’s ball hair tie, and open it up. “Here it is.”

“Fantastic work, Master of the Lightsbane!” Oliver is impressed. “Snooping through a wicked woman’s phone is always a good idea!”

“The stars are shining on us!” Billy nods joyously! “...I wish I would’ve realized it on my own.” He drops his head.

“Nothing is holding us back now, Buahehuhihihi~!” Oliver knows it’s time to flee!

There’s some noise outside the apartment, peeps are inside the building. If thugs saw Linda run, they must think the apartment was abandoned, and that’s exactly what they wanted, right? That means trouble for you.

Take Carmella with you?
>Yeah, it’s been long due, but it’s time for her to pay the consequences of her actions.
>Nah, too dangerous. Fuck her, but this is not the time.
>Write In.

What do you do?

>Escape through the Roof.
>Escape through the emergency exit.
>Escape through the Main gate. You gotta help the others!
>Call the Cops! Or, the only cop you can trust! Maybe he can help out?
>Stay here and act casual. This is your apartment now.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5724365
>Nah, too dangerous. Fuck her, but this is not the time.
>Escape through the Main gate. You gotta help the others!

>>5724365
>Nah, too dangerous. Fuck her, but this is not the time.
>Escape through the Main gate. You gotta help the others!

>>5724365
>Yeah, it’s been long due, but it’s time for her to pay the consequences of her actions.
>Escape through the Main gate. You gotta help the others!

>>5724365
>Nah, too dangerous. Fuck her, but this is not the time.
>Escape through the Main gate. You gotta help the others!

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Before making your next step, you feel a tiny shock through your pants! It hurt a little! You take out your phone because you believe it’s the source. It appears to function normally. Surprisingly, you got an anonymous message: ‘Don’t go out, trouble is coming.’

You pay no mind to the message as you have little wiggle room.

“You got a reply from the others?” You want to confirm with Oliver as you pocket the crystal piece and your phone.

“Nothing yet.” Oliver checks his phone again.

“We’re leaving through the main gate to help the others.” You announce your idea to the duo. No objections from them.

“Let’s go to the dance floor.” Billy is the first one to walk away. You and Oliver follow, leaving Carmella all unconscious in the hole filled floor of her prison room.

Before you step out, you have them grab the rope so you can work your (literal) magic. With the gang invisible, you sneak through the open door, and past the same group of hooligans that came here to conquer this apartment from before. But you don’t care, you’re leaving this complex through the main door to help the others.

Near the main door, you see the guy you threw a coconut at still unconscious, resting on an impromptu bed. There’s no reason to pay attention to the thug. Instead, you drop the rope because these fools barricaded the entrance! You three to clear the path and open the door!

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>>5725025

Multiple dozens of thugs are lying around the perimeter, all knocked out on the ground. Tired and all, Lord Gargoyle, Henry, and George standing tall. It appears they didn’t have a choice and had to get into a fight. They’re standing side by side prepared to face the incoming threat: an unremarkable couple consisting of a really dull-looking guy and a similarly bored-looking lady.

Billy puts his arms in front of you and Oliver and drags you back into the building. None of these guys have noticed you three. The trio watches through the window.

“That’s Joe. The man who best us, baby.” Billy warns.

“And the lady?” Oliver has never seen her before.

“…No idea.” Billy drops his head.

“Both have flames.” You reveal.

“And a Blimp Referee.” Oliver notices as well.

“Hahaha…” The Coconut Thug wakes up, he’s too wounded to open his eyes. “You kids have done it…” He believes you are the guys outside. “The Second Strongest Titan is coming over: The Spy Dragon. You won’t stand a chance against her...”

“That lady is the Spy Dragon?” Oliver acts dispassionate. Wasn’t the Spy Dragon someone else? Someone more Spicy?

“Huh, I think it’s the one back there with the mask.” You point at a woman much farther back wearing a coat and concealing her face...

What do you do?

>Tell the others to back off. You, Billy, and Oliver will face these guys!
>Make your presence known to your allies. Henry will decide who will face this challenge. Or if you’ll plainly run for your lives.
>Keep watching.
>Throw another coconut to the guy. Nobody asked for his opinion.
>Write In.

>>5725028
>>Make your presence known to your allies. Henry will decide who will face this challenge. Or if you’ll plainly run for your lives.

>>5725028
>Make your presence known to your allies. Henry will decide who will face this challenge. Or if you’ll plainly run for your lives.
Best course of action
>Multiple dozens of thugs are lying around the perimeter, all knocked out on the ground
Did Henry, Lord Gargoyle, and George (who has NO SUPERPOWERS) all triple team like 50 people?

>>5725028
>Make your presence known to your allies. Henry will decide who will face this challenge. Or if you’ll plainly run for your lives.

>>5725028
>Make your presence known to your allies. Henry will decide who will face this challenge. Or if you’ll plainly run for your lives.

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“Anyway, we should go out and help. Henry needs us.” You don’t think that you can leave this to them.

“He’s leading after all.” Oliver agrees.

“Impressive…” Billy feels moved again that you all care.

“But before we go, I need to put on my mask.” You look for your Philonune Mask inside your hoodie.

“Meow.” Bradford Jr. hands it to you.

“Thanks, Bradford Jr.” You pet your cat.

…

You forgot he was in there the entire time. No wonder turning invisible was so tiring to your body, you were carrying your fluffy buddy too. Your status report is that you’re at 70%, which means nothing, because this entire metric is wholly arbitrary. Point is, a headache is rearing its ugly head sooner than later.

“Where did you get that?” Oliver is jealous.

“My team made it for me.” You smirk under your mask.

“Oooh… Can I have one?” Oliver asks nicely.

“Uhm, no.” You let him down gently. Both of you know he’s not part of the team.

“Aw, damn it, the Motley Crew sucks...” Oliver kicks the air.

“It’s the first team to ever have my back, kids.” Billy disagrees. If anything, his loyalty will remain impervious for the rest of time. “Shall we bust a move outside now?”

“Heh, you guys are done…” Coconut Typhoon or whatever falls unconscious again.

And with that, you three step out to make yourselves available to the team!

“Boss, we are here!” You shout as you come out.

“Yeah, about time!” Henry gets all hyped up. “These guys want trouble, and to challenge us to a fight.”

“It’s a bother in all honesty...” Joe from the Assembly isn’t too thrilled about it.

“It’s our job too, Mr. Riddle.” The uncool middle aged lady doesn’t want this to be personal.

“A job I cannot afford to lose. I was called here to deal with the nuisances causing havoc to the Clan.” The Spy Dragon joins the fray.

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>>5725147

“Ms. Dragon. We meet again!” Lord Gargoyle raises his voice. “Let it be known that I saved that butt of yours once before! And I’m the evil one among us. It’s my role to do the betraying here! Not yours!”

“...I have no recollection of what you speak of.” The Spy Dragon disregards the masked man, and turns to the other two bored looking people. “I imagine you two are the allies I’m contractually obligated to pair with.” Is anyone in this group doing this outside of work reasons?

“Yeah, we’re part of Ironheart’s troop.” Joe shrugs.

“Not Ka-Shing’s?” Billy notices something odd about the phrasing.

“Mr. Riddle, we were advised to be discreet about our connections.” The uncool lady facepalms.

“Why bother? It’s these guys again.” Joe ignores the lady to look at the group of 6 in front of him. “Work is always piling up when you don’t put your heart into it…”

“So, always?” George chuckles.

“This time everything will go differently.” Henry has a lot of confidence. “I’m not the same idiot as last time.”

“Huh, do you get called an idiot often? I never called you one before.” Despite his laziness, Joe has good memory.

“Err, doesn’t matter, shit is going to end different this time.” Henry shrugs it off. “I have learned my lesson.”

“Huh? How so?” Joe shows as little interest as possible for someone who is actually paying attention.

“You’ll see now.” Henry smirks.

“What’s the plan, Boss?” You ask as any good minion would.

“You don’t need one.” The lady pulls out aforementioned Blimp referee! “We challen—”

“STOOOOOP!!!” Henry shouts over here with his palm open right in front. “...We splittin’. RUN IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AND DON’T. GET. CAUGHT!” He tags George with his ability before getting the heck out!

“Eh?” You didn’t see this coming but everyone else in your team was thinking about it, and immediately bail! They’re running in different directions, and that doesn’t take into account the different Lord Gargoyles who are also splitting, with one even flying away! You start hurrying up out of here too!

“A-After them.” The old lady doesn’t know where to go.

“Who do I go for…?” Joe is lost and unmotivated.

“I’m on it.” The Spy Dragon starts her furtive chase.

Oh god, this plan sucks! This plan really sucks! You thought you were going to duel them 3v3, but Henry learned that running saves lives!

What do you do?

>Distract the Middle-Aged Lady. She seems like the weakest of the trio.
>Distract Joe of Assembly fame. He caused the most trouble to the team once.
>Distract the Spy Dragon. She’s the fastest and seemingly most competent for this mission.
>Turn invisible and get out of here as told!
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5725149
>Use our Solar Flare blinding light thing to blind them
>Run!

>>5725149
>Distract the Spy Dragon. She’s the fastest and seemingly most competent for this mission.
Well... they DID said they learned a lesson.
ITS GOOD WE DIDNT.

>>5725149
>>5725151
+1

>>5725151
+1 and
>yell BEGONE THOT as we do so

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No matter how much you don’t like this plan (emotionally, at least! Because, intellectually, retreating is never the worst strategy), you have to go along with it, and why not do a little bit more to ensure everyone’s safety?

You stop your jogging to turn around and face the pursuers. You taunt them for their attention.

“Hey YOU!” You shout! The three flame users turn their heads towards you. Yes, that includes the Spy Dragon. She has a flame too. You think this is not bueno. “Look at this!” You concentrate your energy on your eyes to make them bright as the sun, and all enhanced by your glasses!

“Aagh! My eyes!” The very uncool and boring looking middle-aged lady responds accordingly in the most unimaginative way. It works tho!

“I’m not chasing after that one…” Joe puts his arm over his face.

“I will then.” The Spy Dragon locks on to her target: You. She’s unfazed by your Solar Flare due to her mask having sunglass lenses! Damn those shades!

Her furtive chase cannot be stopped. The mythical creature is shortening the distance with ease, you can’t run easily through the rubble, so it’s a matter of time before she gets you!

“S-Shit…!” You need to come up with something pronto!

“You will face me in combat, masked assailant.” The Second Strongest Titan of the Mafia plans to make quick work of you. “You don’t know how badly I need this job.”

What do you do?!

>Pretend to trip, once on the ground, turn invisible! [Knowledge Based] [Hard Roll]
>Keep running! An opportunity will create itself! [Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
>Stop at a good spot away from the others and accept her challenge. [Courage Based] [Normal Roll]
>Ask your allies for help! You’re in a pickle! [No Roll]
>Write In.

>>5725860
>>Pretend to trip, once on the ground, turn invisible! [Knowledge Based] [Hard Roll]

>>5725860
>Stop at a good spot away from the others and accept her challenge. [Courage Based] [Normal Roll]
WELL SHIT, WE ARE NOT HENRY TO RUN AWAY, ITS A FIGHT TIME! (to draw attention from our frens away)
And FINALLY. A proper combat where we are not gonna invisible our way out. Just like in old days.

>>5725860
>Ask your allies for help! You’re in a pickle! [No Roll]

>>5725860
>Keep running! An opportunity will create itself! [Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
>Yell "How much are they paying you for this?!" Depending on her answer, you might have enough money to counter their payment and get her to stop!

>>5725867
This

>>5725860
>Pretend to trip, once on the ground, turn invisible! [Knowledge Based] [Hard Roll]

>>5725871
I doubt we can pay more than the mafia can tho

>>5725874
I think it is worth a try, if only to gauge this lady's motivations and what resources her benefactor might have at their disposal. This way we could get some idea as to who both might be, and with that sort of knowledge we could dig ourselves out of this shit situation. Whatever option ends up winning, I hope we can at least ask her that much

>>5725867
This

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>>5725867
>>5725869
>>5725871
>>5725872
>>5725873
>>5725881

We're fighting! Let's see how far we can get away! Please roll 1d100, best of 5!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5725890

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>5725890

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5725890
Checkout my natural 1!

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>5725890

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>5725890

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You continue running away through the rubble, since you chose the direction opposite to the subway station, you’re leading this masked lunatic away from the others (including your own masked lunatic), and towards the sole standing Jackey Frosties in the entire area. You think there’s a sweet spot behind the ice cream shop, it’ll obscure the view from the other flame users, and there’s ample space to have a confrontation! Your objective is to face the thug 1 on 1 over there!

The Spice Dragon is shortening the distance between you, but not quick enough for you to not reach the self-imposed goal you made!

“Stop!” You shout as you slow the pace, and start catching your breath. The tension, the sprint, the invisibility usage, and the Solar Flare are taking a toll on your body. “I accept your challenge! You, me, a duel.”

The Spy Dragon stops in her tracks as well. “I call upon an arbiter for our encounter.” She raises her phone to the side.

From the sky above, a flying referee descends: It’s a Blimp! Just like what the other lady had with her. This area of the city must be theirs… The referee pops a keyboard out, and the Dragon woman starts typing.

“Hey, just the two of us....” You remind her so she doesn’t get tricky.

“It’d be as you’ve requested.” The Spy Dragon agrees without giving you a second look.

The Flying Referee’s mechanical voice asks you to select the type of match for the fight of the three the Spy Dragon narrowed it down to, the options are on your phone.

Well, unlike the Toucan’s goofy shit, these are all combat sport matches…

What kind of match do you pick?

>Wrestling Match Rules. (Winning conditions: Pinfall, Submission, and Knockout.)
>Esperanza Boxing-esque Rules. (Winning conditions: same as Esperanza’s tournament.)
>Sumo rules. (Winning condition: drag someone out of the designated area.)
>Write In.

What do you do?

>Do your best in the fight. It’s gonna start difficult, but you’ll find your footing. [Courage & Athletics Based][Very Hard Roll]
>“You know, can we leave this for another day? I mean, everyone knows the best duels are at sunset...” Try to scum yourself out like you once did with Dudley.
>“How much are they paying you for this?!” Maybe try to outbid the mafia?
>“Hey, I’m friends with the original Spy Dragon!” Well, technically you’re blood oath siblings with his granddaughter. But you’re basically family, right?
>Write In.

>>5725989
>>Wrestling Match Rules. (Winning conditions: Pinfall, Submission, and Knockout.)
>Do your best in the fight. It’s gonna start difficult, but you’ll find your footing. [Courage & Athletics Based][Very Hard Roll]

>>5725990
+1 and
>“How much are they paying you for this?!” Maybe try to outbid the mafia?

>>5725989
What were Ezperana's boxing rules again?

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>>5725996
10-count if Knocked down, or a clean Knockout for the win conditions.

>>5725999
Scary Esperanza

>>5725989
>>>Wrestling Match Rules. (Winning conditions: Pinfall, Submission, and Knockout.)
>>Do your best in the fight. It’s gonna start difficult, but you’ll find your footing. [Courage & Athletics Based][Very Hard Roll]

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>>5725990
>>5725995
>>5726003

Let's get this fight rolling, boys and gals! 1d100, best of 5!

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>5726009

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>5726009

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5726009

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5726009

>>5726013
Thank god for one person always somehow coming in clutch

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5726009
Maybe the power of Ollie help us!

>>5726063
>Piss the Spice Dragon off with more demeaning slaps to the head and through taunting. Maybe you can take her mask off. [Handsomeness & Athletics Based][Normal Roll]

>taunting is the only normal roll
kek

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“Before we go, how much are they paying you for this?” You think you might outbid the mafia? She’s a titan, she works for them, right?

“The amount is insignificant. It’s the prestige behind the role.” The Spy Dragon explains.

“You like your job?” You find that really interesting!

“More than that, I have the legitimacy of being under contract. I don’t have to lie to the service workers any more. My providers cover for me. I appear as a functional member of society.” The Spy Dragon is sharing a little too much.

“That’s still lying.” You point out.

“...Yes, what an astute observation.” Spy Dragon deadpans.

“Why not get another job? A less risky one?” You wonder.

“It’s none of your business.” The Spy Dragon doesn’t want to ruin her mystique further. “Have you selected the match?”

“Yeah, Pro Wrestling Rules.” You nod.

“Let it be known that if you bring your Otherworldly Being out, [b]I’ll end you[/b].”

“Okay.” You nod. “Let’s do our best.”

“*Let’s.*” The mafia thug gets in position.

The Blimp Referee pulls its keyboard away and replaces it with a ring bell, then clangs it to get the match underway!

No time wasted, the Spy Dragon lunges forward with a myriad of swift strikes, you barely manage to block or dodge them!

“Ah! You’re quite unrefined! Were you trained by a street thug?” The Spy Dragon is enjoying the match even if you’re not putting up much of a fight.

“We shouldn’t talk while trading blows.” You retort as you start smacking her strikes away.

“This form? It’s rough around the edges. You had more than one trainer, huh? In such a short amount of time?” The Spy Dragon analyzes. “*You’re greedy.*”

You slap her face away. The Spy Dragon is thrown for a loop, and looks quite dizzy. You rocked her brain!

“Ehm, you’re the one talking while fighting.” You aren’t the greedy one.

“...I have gotten sloppy.” The Spy Dragon acts like she has never been struck like this before.

The frightening martial artist raises her hands again. Her stance is not as firm as it started as.The match is just beginning, but you have the psychological advantage and she’s off her game.

>>What do you do?!

>Keep entertaining her through this overly tense sparring session. You don’t have to have a duel to the death, just continue what you are doing. [Knowledge & Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
>Knock her out cold with one attack from Philonune. You won’t heed her warning! You’re going all out! [Courage & Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
>Go for a Choke Hold! You can overpower her with a submission hold. [Courage & Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
>Piss the Spice Dragon off with more demeaning slaps to the head and through taunting. Maybe you can take her mask off. [Handsomeness & Athletics Based][Normal Roll]
>Write In.

>>5726068
This is the last reply of the day, we continue tomorrow!

>>5726066
Sorry, I deleted the post because there were some formatting issues. (Left one by mistake...)

>>5726068
>Keep entertaining her through this overly tense sparring session. You don’t have to have a duel to the death, just continue what you are doing. [Knowledge & Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
>>5726071
Have a good one!

>>5726068
>Keep entertaining her through this overly tense sparring session. You don’t have to have a duel to the death, just continue what you are doing. [Knowledge & Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]

>>5726068
>Keep entertaining her through this overly tense sparring session. You don’t have to have a duel to the death, just continue what you are doing. [Knowledge & Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
Should we pull the "You look familiar. Are you from Xumenlo or something?" card on her?

>>5726068
>Keep entertaining her through this overly tense sparring session. You don’t have to have a duel to the death, just continue what you are doing. [Knowledge & Athletics Based] [Hard Roll]
>Write-In
"I could employ you under contract, you know. I'm even willing to provide room and board (probably at the Nameless HQ not adding another hobo to the house)."

>>5726068
>Piss the Spice Dragon off with more demeaning slaps to the head and through taunting. Maybe you can take her mask off. [Handsomeness & Athletics Based][Normal Roll]
Get her guard down and make her slip up. Let's not test our luck.

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>>5726066
>>5726073
>>5726106
>>5726194
>>5726201
>>5726239

We're continuing the Sparring session! Please roll 1d100, best of 5!

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5726629

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>5726629

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5726629
GO

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5726629
rollan

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5726629

Now that's a real 7-10 split of rolls.

>>5726633
Thank god for this anon btw

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Since the mafia’s muscle isn’t going to change strategies, you won’t either, you’ll extend this sparring session until it’s over, or until it gets to the next level. You hope for the former! Thing is, as long as you keep entertaining her, there’s a chance for an opening to seal the deal.

You thought that cheeky slap did more emotional damage than physical, but the Spice Dragon’s haphazard strikes are missing due to her apparent dizziness. They’re too simple to dodge. Yet, the mercenary acts like you’re over-performing.

“You’re no slouch.” The Spy Dragon commends your abilities.

“You shouldn’t talk while fighting...” You keep deflecting her blows. Matilda drilled in your head that talking while exercising costs more stamina.

“This will be over as soon as I’m done warm—”

You slap the Spy Dragon on the head again before she can finish talking. She drops to one knee.

“Too open.” You’d feel bad, but she works for the mafia.

“–You were saying?!–” The Spy Dragon goes for a leg sweep from the ground! She wants to kick your ankles!

You skip in place to dodge. Through the same motion, the Spy Dragon spins onto her feet. Quite impressive for a dance move!

“Your reaction time is commendable for a beginner.” The Spy Dragon congratulates you for your shitty dodge. The truth is, Matilda is too much of a fan of takedowns, so you know what to do. Well, small people like her always go for the knees...

You shrug without saying a word, even though you’re interested in asking again if you could hire her with a contract and all. Or if she has been to Xumenlo, there’s a chance that she was in the bubble dimension, but you don’t recall. Huh, maybe you don’t want to hire her at all…

The Second Strongest Titan continues her flurry of punches, and she misses every single one of them, it’s easy to get out of the way when you can always step back. But it’s great exercise! So great, in fact, you feel like your Athletics are developing…

“Your steps are almost inaudible, someone less experienced would be thrown off by it.” The Spy Dragon really enjoys analyzing you. Is she gathering data to deliver her real attacks? Or is she lonely and has nobody to talk to?

“Mhm.” You acknowledge her words in case she is *actually* lonely.

“I can see it clearly. Your inspirations…” Spy Dragon takes off her coat. Trent’s messiness, Matilda’s counter moves, and Houda Lan’s swift steps, she sees everyone’s influence in your fighting style. “–Your style is a mess.–” With this knowledge, she lunges forward one more time!

Too bad there’s still someone else you learned from! –You slap the Slapped Dragon one more time and steal her mask just like Crossbill would…–

>>5726826

“Kuhuhuhu~... I’m willing to admit that I got cocky. Months of inactivity do more harm than good.” The Spy Dragon’s face is covered by her hair. She wobbles like a drunk baboon. She’s not doing well. “I thought you didn’t have any more tricks up your sleeve… But now, –it’s time to tip the scales.–”

…

>>What do you do?

>Solar Flare into a quick Pin for the win. [Easy Roll][Athletics & Knowledge Based]
>Keep stealing stuff from her until it stops being funny. [Normal Roll] [Athletics & Handsomeness Based]
>Slap the Slapped Dragon as many times as needed to defeat her. [Normal Roll] [Athletics & Courage Based]
>Write In.

>>5726828
>>Slap the Slapped Dragon as many times as needed to defeat her. [Normal Roll] [Athletics & Courage Based]

>>5726828
>Slap the Slapped Dragon as many times as needed to defeat her. [Normal Roll] [Athletics & Courage Based]
Takedown: SUMO STYLE.

>>5726828
>Slap the Slapped Dragon as many times as needed to defeat her. [Normal Roll] [Athletics & Courage Based]
Play it straight

>>5726828
>Solar Flare her, then drop her with a glimpse of sweaty dude abs when the blindness fades [Athletics & Handsomeness Based, assumedly]

If this write in doesn't get votes, put me down for just stealing her shit.

>>5726828
>Keep stealing stuff from her until it stops being funny. [Normal Roll] [Athletics & Handsomeness Based]
Be the rat thief

>>5726828
>>Slap the Slapped Dragon as many times as needed to defeat her. [Normal Roll] [Athletics & Courage Based]

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>>5726829
>>5726834
>>5726839
>>5726840
>>5726845
>>5726849

We slappin'. Please roll 1d100, best of 5!

>>5726828
>Solar Flare into a quick Pin for the win. [Easy Roll][Athletics & Knowledge Based]

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>5726852

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>5726852

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5726852
Heheheh, fish go slap slap

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>5726852

Rolled 87 (1d1000)

>>5726852

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>5726852
>>5726863
Whoops wrong dice.

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The Spy Dragon pounces once again, her massive dark flame as the minatory aura that confirms that she’s going all out. But despite her best intentions, the wobbliness endures from the many strikes she has received, she’s far from being at her best condition, and you make it count with a good placed slap on her face. You’re not changing strategies, you refuse to bait her to do something significantly more dangerous, your strategy works and you will keep it as long as it’s effective.

She can barely stand after that strike, but that doesn’t deter her from stepping forward.

“You’ll have to do better than that to bring me down.” The Spy Dragon will continue posing as a threat, because actually being one is off the cards.

You dodge whatever clumsy strike she throws and slap her again. She staggers but continues trying. You strike her with your palm open again and again. The Spy Dragon still stands, she raises her hands but doesn’t do much more.

“Do it.” The Spy Dragon wants you to attack her. The lower part of her body is fidgeting.

“I’ll continue as long as you keep getting closer.” You won’t strike unnecessarily.

The Spy Dragon gets closer once again, she throws herself like a drunk man jumps to the bed after coming back from a bar, and you slap her away. She rolls through the rubble. The assassin struggles to her feet. You refuse to get any closer. Her flame raises in size more as she shortens the distance, and once again when she’s in range, you slap her! But this time, she doesn’t lose balance, she stays firm on her two feet.

“Do it.” The Spy Dragon demands the fight to continue. “I’m within range.”

You slap her again… She doesn’t stagger, but doesn’t move either.

“You’ll have to do more than that to bring me down.” The mad woman wants you to continue slapping her.

You decide to slap her on the upper part of her chest, you don’t want to confirm that you’ve given her a concussion. Plausible deniability...

“COME ON.” The Spy Dragon pumps her chest up, fists by her side. “I’M WITHIN YOUR RANGE. STRIKE ME.”

“You’re not doing anything to me…” You don’t think she can attack you anymore in the state she is in.

“Then this match will last for the rest of eternity.” The Spy Dragon? More like the Spiteful Dragon…

“I can push you down and pin you.” You read the Pro-Wrestling Rules, that’s another way you can win.

“Try it.” The stubborn woman won’t be easily defeated.

...You actually try to push her to the ground, but she maintains her pose, she’s as hard as a mountain.

“I don’t want to wear you down.” You kinda feel bad.

The Spy Dragon tries to slap you, but you dodge it just in the nick of time.

“I’m not done. If I can’t win, I’ll endure the pain until your arms break and we tie.” The Slapped Dragon will remain determined.

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>>5726925

“Fine… You asked for this.” You slap her on the chest once again, she doesn’t stagger. This is technically a chop, right? Or a flurry of chops, you should say. You’ll fulfill her wishes because you got used to the idea with Naiad, even if this is all kinds of fucked up.

You chop the Stubborn Dragon for 8 minutes straight, with the last one dropping her onto the ground…

Uhm, you cover her for the pin. The Flying Referee checks the position, then counts to three. Congratulations, you have beaten the Spy Dragon. This is probably one of your greatest fighting achievements. What an odd world you live in…

>Due to the amount of exercise and athleticism shown in this arduous battle, you have reached level 5 Athletics! Congratulations!

She passed out…

You don’t feel your hands…

Slapping is dangerous. You wonder why she did all that. Bravado? Stupidity? It’s stupidity. She didn’t even use her entity. What a strange encounter. You’re tired...

[b]What do you do?[/b]

>Well, huh, leave. Go back to the Meeting Point. The others should be there, right? If not, go back to Nina’s apartment.
>Time to celebrate a great victory! Go to the Jackey Frosties nearby and buy some ice cream for everyone! Make Scarlet pwoud!
>Kidnap the Spy Dragon. You need to know her deal! And because, huh, you won the duel, she owes you something.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue Tomorrow!)

>>5726927
>>Time to celebrate a great victory! Go to the Jackey Frosties nearby and buy some ice cream for everyone! Make Scarlet pwoud!
>Well, huh, leave. Go back to the Meeting Point. The others should be there, right? If not, go back to Nina’s apartment.
Message them make sure they're there

>>5726927
>Time to celebrate a great victory! Go to the Jackey Frosties nearby and buy some ice cream for everyone! Make Scarlet pwoud!
>Also, ask if they've got an ice pack or two. Slap-Dragon's gonna need one...

>>5726927
>Time to celebrate a great victory! Go to the Jackey Frosties nearby and buy some ice cream for everyone! Make Scarlet pwoud!
>Kidnap the Spy Dragon. You need to know her deal! And because, huh, you won the duel, she owes you something.
>Write In.
Also get some ice for her bruises

>>5726933
>>Time to celebrate a great victory! Go to the Jackey Frosties nearby and buy some ice cream for everyone! Make Scarlet pwoud!
>>Also, ask if they've got an ice pack or two. Slap-Dragon's gonna need one...

>>5726927
>>5726929
+1

>>5726936
+1

>>5726927
>Time to celebrate a great victory! Go to the Jackey Frosties nearby and buy some ice cream for everyone! Make Scarlet pwoud!
>Well, huh, leave. Go back to the Meeting Point. The others should be there, right? If not, go back to Nina’s apartment.

>>5726936
Yeah

>>5726927
Voting for this one>>5726936

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You’re never going to be too tired to celebrate! Maybe you can’t feel your hands from the visceral chops, but your tongue is working, and it craves ice cream. Since Jackey Frosties is the only building around, you gotta make Bubbles proud and get some well-deserved icy goodness!

Now the issue is that you have the Spy Dragon here after being slapped to another plane of existence and you don’t know what to do with her. Leaving the thug on the ground is such a bad idea, you don’t want to entertain it, but what else can you do? You can’t just grab her, take her to Jackey Frosties, and then ask questions. That’d be stupid. And you have too much Knowledge to do something that stupid.

…

You take the Unconscious Slapped Dragon to Jackey Frosties. What else can you do? Like really, what else? She still owes you after the fact, you won the duel, the referee is even following you. And in Jackey Frosties they can give her an ice pack… or two. And, yeah, you feel guilty for this even if she wanted it! Uhm, you hope this wasn’t her fetish or something.

“Meow.” Bradford Jr. points out.

Oh yeah, your cat saw you chop a woman for 8 minutes straight. How awkward. You hope there aren’t more witnesses. You take off your Philonune mask, and wear the Spy Dragon’s as you walk forward to the ice cream shop. It’s yours now.

“Hey there! I’d like one Strawberry Bufu if it isn’t a hassle, please.” You ask very cordially to the only vendor in the entire establishment. It’s just you three on this floor.

“Sire, you’re carrying a corpse with you.” The dead inside wage worker says in a monotone voice.

“Yeah, get her a chocolate.” You ask. “And, uh, an ice pack or two.”

“Sir, you’re legally obligated to inform me if she’s alive or not.” The man in the costume refuses to do anything until this gets clarified.

“My corpse friend is very much alive!” You exclaim with a smile on your face.

Jackey Frosties man sighs. He thought he could’ve ended his shift earlier if the Spy Dragon was actually dead. You wonder if he’s the same guy as every time you have set foot in one of these. That’d be impossible though, unless he has a flame... “All right, sir. Here’s your order, and some bandages…” He wants to hand you the tray with all the items, but you’re quite preoccupied. “I’ll accompany you to your table, sir.”

“Thank you!” You cheerfully say.

Oh boy! This day can’t get any better for you! You have a crystal piece and ice cream!

>>5727589


>>Where do you want to sit?

>On the First Floor. Obviously, if someone comes in, they will spot a half-dead woman and that will cheer them up.
>On the Second Floor. You have a better view to know what’s happening around the area.
>Write In.

>>What do you do?

>Contact the others to see how they fared and agree on a meeting point.
>Enjoy your ice cream.
>Revive the Spy Dragon. You need to deal with the aftermath of the fight!
>Tip the Jackey Frosties Employee for his great work.
>Write In.

>>5727590
>On the Second Floor. You have a better view to know what’s happening around the area.
>>Tip the Jackey Frosties Employee for his great work.
>Contact the others to see how they fared and agree on a meeting point.
We can talk and eat while waiting for them

>>5727590
>On the Second Floor. You have a better view to know what’s happening around the area.
>Tip the Jackey Frosties Employee for his great work.
and then
>Contact the others to see how they fared and agree on a meeting point.

>>5727591
Good thinking

>>5727590
>On the Second Floor. You have a better view to know what’s happening around the area.
>Tip the Jackey Frosties Employee for his great work.
>Contact the others to see how they fared and agree on a meeting point.
>Revive the Spy Dragon. You need to deal with the aftermath of the fight!

>>5727590
>>On the Second Floor. You have a better view to know what’s happening around the area.
>>Contact the others to see how they fared and agree on a meeting point.
>>Enjoy your ice cream.

>>5727590
>>5727591
+1

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You decide to sit on the second floor because it has a better view to know what’s happening around the area. You never know who could show up, even though there’s no one roaming in this area. This shop being open is a confusing business decision… Still, it works in your favor. But you know the struggle to do a job nobody wants, so you tip the Jackey Frosties Employee extra for a job well-done. He acted confused like nothing good has happened in his life for the last 23 years, but he ultimately thanked you. Now he feels conflicted because you’re obviously a maniac. It’s his problem. You got your ice cream.

You put the ice over the wounds of the Slapped Dragon and patch her up to the best of your abilities. You have enough knowledge for Basic First-Aid, but you need more medical equipment than this to be more efficient. Anyway, you’re hoping this is enough. She’s a super-assassin, she should be tough, right?

With that out of the way, you take your phone out to communicate with the boys to learn how they fared. But something is off. Your screen is filled with messages, and they read (in chronological order):

>Told ya. You can still run.

>Why aren’t you running with the others?

>???????

>Don’t fight her.

>Okay, do what you want. You will die.

>What a S-L-A-P. LOL.

>SLAPPED DRAGON.

>AND ANOTHER.

>Fuck. She’s getting her ass whooped. You do you.

>???????? She’s just taking it? She a pervert?

>How long can you keep going?

>3 minutes.

>5 minutes!!!!!!!

>8 MINUTES. LOL.

>Congrats, she’s dead.

That’s the last one. What a strange sequence of messages. They have no sender. Weird.

There’s that spot again…

[b]What do you do?[/b]

>Make sure the boys are fine. That’s your priority.
>Delete these messages. Then try to find out where they came from.
>Clean the spot. Can a phone screen have dead pixels?
>Write In.

>>5727673
>>Make sure the boys are fine. That’s your priority.

>>5727673
>Make sure the boys are fine. That’s your priority.

>>5727673
Is our phone haunted by a ghost?

>>5727684
Even better, it's haunted by cute Odetta

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These messages are strange, but not worth looking into now, you have priorities! And your biggest priority is to find out if the boys are fine! You make some calls. Or one call. To Henry. He’s the leader, and you have to respect the chain of command or else it’d look bad. Takes a bit for him to answer, but you get to hear his voice.

The conversation starts off with Henry asking your status, you tell him where you are, what you did, and how you are doing. He sounds hyped up and emotional, and goes on about how the mission was a total success. Everyone is fine. He’s with Billy, and as far as he knows, George, Oliver and Lord Gargoyle are on their own but safe. You tell him that’s a relief.

Henry gets so excited and starts telling you everything that happened after the split, praises you for buying everyone time, and then gets into the meat and potatoes of the details of his escape. His amount of adrenaline makes him struggle to make coherent sentences, but you get the gist just fine. At one point, he stopped running and hid, then looked up for the higher ground to make sure everyone was escaping fine. He went up some building, looked down, and saw Joe and a chance for redemption. To kick his ass for what he had done before.

Thankfully, Billy managed to stop him, Henry didn’t notice that he followed him, the eccentric man grabbed his arm and told him not to do it. Billy didn’t reinforce his message, it was all a little reminder to stick to the plan. Henry could’ve changed his mind, but he nodded and let it go. The two kept on being hidden — looking above for everyone. From their point of view, you were the only one they couldn’t keep an eye on, so they were waiting for your call, and were worried. You laugh it off and apologize. Henry continues reliving the moment, then he speaks his heart out...

“Bro, for the first time ever, I’m sitting here all quiet and I don’t regret what I’ve done.” Henry sounds so stupidly happy about not screwing this up. “Like, I know I always mess up, and today is different. Today is finally different, god damn it!”

“You did a great job, boss.” You smirk under your stupidly neat dragon mask.

“Johnny, man, thanks… Like beyond what you said; thanks for putting up with my shit.” Henry’s voice is full of gratitude. “I know you’re one of the real ones, bro!”

“I know how it feels to be frustrated.” And you know when someone needs to stop you from doing something dangerous, and that’s what you did for Henry. You think. Who knows? You’re glad it worked out.

“No, man! You aren’t getting it! It’s bigger than that. You bet on me like a true friend.” Henry has a good laugh! “Like I wanna make you an honorary member of the Green Shield.”

“No, thanks. I’m good. I have my own group.” You turn that shit down without hesitation.

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>>5727728

“T-That was quick, hahaha! I’m just sayin’ you can always count on me, you asshole!” Henry has a deep belly laugh like you have never heard from him before. “Fuck, I don’t know if the Green Shield is even needed after this.”

“Are you joining the Motley Crew again?” You find this surprising.

“Probably. I can’t gather information for shit, hahaha!” Henry has another good laugh. “But if you want me to be on board with your stuff, give me a call. Uccelli doesn’t have to know.” Henry is probably wiggling his eyebrows, infringing your trademark in the process. “Moving on, I gotta send someone your way, you can’t carry the ice cream alone. You have no idea how far we pulled away from those dudes, so you should be safe.”

>>Who do you want Henry to send?

>Henry.
>Billy.
>George.
>Lord Gargoyle.
>Oliver.
>Write In.

>>What’s the plan now?

>The Spy Dragon must spill her secrets. Wake her up.
>Order a lot of Ice Cream for takeout! You’re going to celebrate with the boys!
>Look over through the window to make sure there are no problems.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we return on Friday!)

>>5727729
>>Billy.
>The Spy Dragon must spill her secrets. Wake her up.
I kinda wanna have a 1-on-1 talk with him after this

>>5727729
>Billy.
>Order a lot of Ice Cream for takeout! You’re going to celebrate with the boys!
We can wake the assassin up and look for any potential weirdness later. Right now, we celebrate a job well done!

>>5727731
+1

>>5727731
>>5727741
These

>>5727741
Takeout after the takedown. I like it.

>>5727729
>>The Spy Dragon must spill her secrets. Wake her up.

>>5727729
>Order a lot of Ice Cream for takeout! You’re going to celebrate with the boys!

>>5727729
>>Lord Gargoyle.
He can help carry Spy Dragon
>>5727729
>>The Spy Dragon must spill her secrets. Wake her up.
then order her some ice cream
and then
>>Order a lot of Ice Cream for takeout! You’re going to celebrate with the boys!

Hmm

>>5727866
Changing to this >>5728725

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“Send Billy. Tell him to be careful to not get kidnapped again on his way here.” You deadpan.

“Oh man, that’d be so shit if it happened...” A worried Henry is half-laughing.

“And kind of funny…” You add. “It won’t happen! There’s nothing to worry about!”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Henry sighs in relief. “*Why* are you right?”

“Because trust me.” You retort. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I guess I do…” Henry doesn’t get what this has to do with Billy being kidnapped, but he won’t dwell on it. “Huh, he’s on his way.”

“Thanks, Henry, I’ll see you later with an icy surprise.” You wave at the phone like a dork.

“Can’t wait, see ya!” Henry sounds optimistic as the call ends.

Your plan is to buy enough ice cream for everyone to celebrate a job well-done! But you can’t do that until Billy comes around or else it’ll melt. You got some time to kill before he arrives, perhaps you should investigate the odd messages you have been receiving.

Do they have something to do with the Toaster thing when you were kidnapped by those bullies? Those strange messages you received right after. Wait, you haven’t figured out that those bullies are your actual fan club yet? Girls who unconditionally love you for your appearance? Can a random guy get a fan club in like a week? What are the logistics? Is everything stupid? No, life makes sense, life is too beautiful to just be stupid…

…

Since when do you see life that way?

…

Fuck it, you’ll leave that for later! Instead of concentrating on the nature of your character development, you’re going to get some answers from the Slapped Dragon. How you wish you had your poking stick here, but you left it at home.

“Meow.” Bradford Jr. appears from your hoodie to hand you your poking stick! What a good cat!

…

Before you could do the deed with the stick, the Spy dragon begins waking up… She takes off the ice from her face and slowly shakes her head. She briefly flinches from the pain, then acts like she slept on a bunch of rocks and then an uncomfortable chair from a fast food restaurant after being chopped for 8 minutes.

“…Did you take my mask?” The Spy Dragon wanted to say something cooler, but her indignation took over.

>>How do you respond?

>“*My* mask.” It’s yours now, and she needs to get used to it.
>“Oh, right, here.” Hand back the mask.
>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>Write In.

>>What do you do?

>Slowly push the Chocolate Bufu towards her, so she can eat it.
>Ask the Spy Dragon how she is feeling.
>Be direct. You wanna know her deal.
>Tell the Spy Dragon that she has a debt to pay. The Flying Referee is waiting.
>Write In.

>>5728903
>>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>Ask the Spy Dragon how she is feeling.
>Be direct. You wanna know her deal.

>>5728903
>“Oh, right, here.” Hand back the mask.

>Slowly push the Chocolate Bufu towards her, so she can eat it.

>>5728903
>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>Tell the Spy Dragon that she has a debt to pay. The Flying Referee is waiting.

>>5728903
>>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>>Slowly push the Chocolate Bufu towards her, so she can eat it.

>>5728903
>>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>>Slowly push the Chocolate Bufu towards her, so she can eat it.

>>5728903
>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>Tell the Spy Dragon that she has a debt to pay. The Flying Referee is waiting.

>>5728903
>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>Slowly push the Chocolate Bufu towards her, so she can eat it.

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“Stick to answering my questions, please.” You maintain the seriousness as you slowly push the Chocolate Bufu forwards for her to eat.

The Spy Dragon looks down at the Bufu, then back at you, you raise one eyebrow then subtly up your chin to give her the go-ahead. She turns to the Bufu once again, then back at you, puzzled and confused.

“...Don’t tell me you don’t like Chocolate?” You couldn’t have made this mistake…

“You want me to eat this?” The Spy Dragon asks back.

“Did you forget my request?” You aren’t playing here.

The Spy Dragon stays still. “I don’t mind chocolate.”

“Cool.” You nod. “Eat it before it melts.”

The Spy Dragon doesn’t move.

“We’re in a public restaurant.” You point in case she’s afraid that something has been done to the dessert.

“There’s no public.” The gloomy lady retorts.

“An *unpopular* public restaurant.” You clarify. Scarlet would kill you if she heard you now. To be fair, you’re talking about this specific building.

“This is a fast food joint.” The Slapped Dragon disagrees as she notices the details on the walls.

“Point is, the dessert is safe for consumption.” You are direct.

“…This *is* a fast food joint.” The Spy Dragon still believes the food is unsafe for other reasons.

“Do you want to eat it or not…?” You are trying to be nice.

“No.” The Spy Dragon isn’t in the mood.

You two seem to be in a strange stalemate.

>>How do you respond?

>“B-But it’s chocolate! Chocolate Bufu! I know you’re going to love it!” Push the issue.
>“Can you even move? Do you want me to help?” Maybe she’s hurting too much to enjoy it!
>“You’re very rude, you know that?” Take the Chocolate Bufu and eat it.
>“It’s yours, do what you want with it.” You won’t force her to do anything.
>Write In.

>>What’s next?

>Ask the Spy Dragon about who she is and what her deal is.
>Ask the Spy Dragon why she wanted to be chopped for 8 minutes straight.
>Attempt to hire the Spy Dragon.
>Inform the Spy Dragon she needs to pay her debts. You won the duel…
>Write In.

>>5728990
>>“Can you even move? Do you want me to help?” Maybe she’s hurting too much to enjoy it!
>Ask the Spy Dragon about who she is and what her deal is.

>>5728990
>>“Can you even move? Do you want me to help?” Maybe she’s hurting too much to enjoy it!
>Ask the Spy Dragon about who she is and what her deal is.

>>5728990
>“Can you even move? Do you want me to help?” Maybe she’s hurting too much to enjoy it!
>Ask the Spy Dragon about who she is and what her deal is.

>>5728990
>“B-But it’s chocolate! Chocolate Bufu! I know you’re going to love it!” Push the issue.
>Inform the Spy Dragon she needs to pay her debts. You won the duel…

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“Can you even move? Do you want me to help?” You theorize she’s hurting too much to enjoy it!

“No, I am perfectly capable.” The Spy Dragon tries to show her whole arrangement of movement, but she twitches in pain every so often like the stubborn woman she is.

“You sure?” You ask again.

“Yes.” This lady doesn’t care about your niceness.

“Super really sure?” You stress.

Out of pure spite, the Spy Dragon grabs the plastic spoon with a little chocolate goodness, and lands it on her tongue. She didn’t look like she had the best of times.

“Do you like it?” You wonder if the Bufu was effective.

The Spy Dragon doesn’t respond. This isn’t a good prospect for your interrogation.

“This is the last question I’m going to allow you to ignore, understood?” You act like you’re dealing with a child.

The Spy Dragon doesn’t say a word.

“Understood?” You reiterate.

“I understand.” The Spy Dragon wants this to be over.

“Good, because I need answers.” You stroke your mask’s chin in deep thought. “Who are you?”

“I’m nothingness, not even a whisper…” The Spy Dragon smirks at the futility of her life.

“Uhm, you don’t have to be poetic. Like, what’s your name?” You rephrase.

“Do bullets have names?” The Spy Dragon retorts with sarcasm. “I’m a weapon. A tool with no more use.”

“A lot of cool people name their weapons. Like, there’s an entire list of historical swords with names.” You don’t want to name her Excalibur, but you will if you have to. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe it’s real. Because it isn’t. But you want to believe just like Mom believed in Ghoulzilla, and he exists! So, there’s a chance…

“Hence why I go by the name Spy Dragon. That’s my real identity. This is who I am.” The defeated warrior has an inflated ego. “Everything else interferes with the legend.”

“Then can you give me your fake one?” You are ready to write it down!

“Nobodies can’t be acknowledged.” The Spy Dragon refuses to say a peep.

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>>5729065

You better move on. “What’s your deal?”

“I’m unemployed.” The stubborn lady replies. She’s very secretive about everything but this detail. Is this what being desperate for work looks like?

“And you’re working with the mafia as one of the Titans, correct?” You ask.

“Ah, you know everything you need. When HQ was informed of the other titan’s downfall, I was called upon to the area to fix the issue, and I failed.” The Spy Dragon succinctly explains. “There’s nothing else worth noting.”

“There’s this oddity, miss, you say you’re unemployed, but aren’t you working for the Youhao Clan?” You point out an inconsistency.

“I was let go. A-Amicably. My services weren’t required until recently.” The Spy Dragon really doesn’t mind talking about her employment situation. You feel like you’re interviewing her for a job, and she’s trying to fix the gaps in her resume. “I’m a… freelancer.” It’s like it hurts her to say.

“Right…” You wonder why she was fired, because it doesn’t sound like it was amicable at all. “They haven’t hired you back properly?”

“And they won’t be.” The Spy Dragon starts chuckling at her own misfortune. “I must ask you a question.”

“You can’t yet.” You haven’t received one decent answer!

“I will anyway. Kill me if you don’t want to hear my voice.” The Spy Dragon doesn’t care. “Your defensive posture, the technique, unrefined as it is, I know who it belongs to. You’re a lousy student. But how come? He retired long ago. Explain yourself. What does Spice see in you to go back to teaching?”

>>How do you respond?

>“A whole bucket of cash.” Wiggle them eyebrows. Matilda liked your money at first!
>“The old man didn’t teach me a thing, someone else did.” Be somewhat vague to not implicate Matilda, but deny the accusation.
>“I’ll tell you if you start cooperating.” You might get all the information you need without invoking your prize into the equation.
>“I don’t follow.” Pretend to not understand.
>Write In.

>>What do you do?

>Ask for the reason as to why she lost her job.
>Ask the Spy Dragon why she wanted to be chopped for 8 minutes straight.
>Inform the Spy Dragon that she needs to pay her debts. You won the duel…
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, I think we'll return on Sunday, if not, on Monday.)

>>5729066
>“I’ll tell you if you start cooperating.” You might get all the information you need without invoking your prize into the equation.
>Write In.
Extend our hand for handshake of trust like Matilda does.
>Ask for the reason as to why she lost her job.
>Ask the Spy Dragon why she wanted to be chopped for 8 minutes straight.

>>5729066
"I'm not a lousy student, it's just that I've only done physical conditioning and some sparring so far. No technique drills. That's a really mean thing to say and assume."

>“I’ll tell you if you start cooperating.” You might get all the information you need without invoking your prize into the equation.
>Ask for the reason as to why she lost her job.
>Ask the Spy Dragon why she wanted to be chopped for 8 minutes straight.

>>5729071
+1

>>5729071
+2

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“I’ll tell you if you start cooperating.” You extend your hand towards the criminal lady, Matilda-Style! The Martial Art and Criminal world’s traditions are too mixed together in this country, so you’ll act accordingly to these made-up rules. “Deal?”

The Spy Dragon grins not out of malice, but because this dynamic fits her, she feels at home. She shakes your hand. The deal has been agreed upon.

“Spill it.” The Spy Dragon wants her answers now. How impatient.

“Keeping the answer short, it wasn’t the old man who taught me.” And you’re not a lousy student, you’re still stuck on the physical conditioning! But something tells you that next time, it’ll be all technique drills.

“Impossible. He only teaches the nuances to a select few. And you grasp them. Barely.” The Spy Dragon doesn’t want to believe it, even if the information starts clicking in her mind. “With so little training, it’s commendable you’re not a disaster. But that’s Master Spice for you.”

“What else can I say? I’m not lying.” And you aren’t a trash student either! “Now tell me why you were fired.”

The Spy Dragon flinches, her bruises aren’t the culprit for once. This memory hurts her. “...My loyalties didn’t align with the Clan’s new direction, and I was let go.”

“Could you explain further?” You continue acting like a job interviewer.

“The hotshot new head of the family has little patience for tradition and its costs. He wanted to cut all payments for our retirees to fund his biggest project. Messing with a warrior’s pension is a sign of a dishonorable man. I stood up for my masters’ rights, and I got my contract terminated.” The Spy Dragon is too loyal to the people who trained her. You assume the old man Spice was among them. “I could tell that he harbors ill will against those affiliated with the Spice Dragon Dojo.”

“You know why?” You need the details!

“Kuhuhu~, I heard it all: From being rejected at the dojo, to resenting Master for his only high-profile botched job against a businessman from overseas, it was a personal affair to the hotshot. And general minor offenses like forgetting his name or not going out of retirement to aid the family when he took over. Master Spice always touched a nerve…” The Spy Dragon is full of joy.

“Sounds petty.” You scratch the back of your head.

“Ah, ‘Pettiness’, a word used by those who don’t care about honor.” The Spy Dragon disagrees.

“By the way, why did you want to be chopped for 8 minutes straight?” You ask.

“That little?” The Slapped Dragon is disappointed in herself.