https://youtu.be/BWY_eSrtXX0?si=gT6BnsKcJRMgmMa6▶ Y who would have imagined. The third one arrived. They say the third is the one to be defeated. They say... But here, we don't stop until we're number one. A lot of crap happened last time. Tough guys, crazy powers, and some trauma. This path to the top can be cool, or it can totally stink. Who knows... we'll have to find out. So go ahead, open your notepad, write your turn, and accompany your character in this desperate fight
>Trevor Nash (alias: Tribilin)
Classification in the criminal ranking: 7
-now a washed-up drunkard
-honest worker, based fighter
Weapons: Owen Owada (alias: papaoso)
Classification in the criminal ranking: challenging for 6
-No one more rebellious than him and his hairstyle
-Owen knows about girls
Weapons: Catherine Montenegrino (Alias: nigga cat)
Classification in the criminal ranking: 7
-a determined girl in a world of crazy people
-esoteric, smart, pretty and autistic a great catch with decadent sanity
Weapons: Angélica Johnson. (Alias: meona)
Classification in the criminal ranking: 7
-stupid kid with karate skills
-accepting that if she wants to live, she must fight
Weapons: Helena Vasileiou/John Doe (code name: Paris)
-quit, but the door will stay open for quite some time if she wants to come back
>>123701 Ayy You traveled from Charia to the Vegas in 5 minutes. The problem? You were broke... but you had a solution.
IN CHARIA
>Carmelita "¡Carmelita Buttowski, ttowski!"
She's at her house. She enters the scene on a skateboard holding a big bag of Doritos and a bottle of Mountain Dew. Doing an ollie, she jumps onto her couch.
"CHEU NA-NANA CAR-MELOWSKI."
click -turns on the TV- "Let's see what's on."
>Nick "We're back with victorius."
>Carmelita "Are they still doing that?"
>Tori Vega "Aw, I really want to culear. status: ovulating."
>Carmelita "What the hell? I didn't remember it like that."
click
>Cartoon Network "Now we're back with: Teen Titans Go."
>Rick "In my store, the first thing is family... and then comes money. But it depends on who you ask."
>Carmelita "Meh... I guess there's no other option..."
She opens her Doritos.
"Why do I talk to myself so much?"
She starts eating, when then...
>Rick "This guy said he had an object of pure quality. Something we've never seen... if it's true, it could cost us a lot of money... or work out very well. Haha... Let's see what happens. I'm a little nervous."
>Carmelita "Hmm qué sherá." -says with her mouth full-
Trevor enters through the door.
"PFFFFFFFFFFFT" -spits out the Doritos-
>Rick "Haha. Good job buddy, what do we have here?"
Carmelita leans against the screen.
>Carmelita "¡¿WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THERE?!"
She gets up quickly, takes out her phone and dials rapidly before holding it to her ear.
"I want a spaceship or something that goes really fast!" -mimimi says the phone- "To Vegas, now!" -mimimi- "NOW!"
You entered the pawn shop. The place overflowed with luxury wherever you looked. Rows of glass cases filled with jewelry, frames full of rare stamps, autographed photos or collectible cards were common here. Pure collector quality concentrated.
But you weren't here for the views, you were here to sell or pawn. Big time. WITH BALLS. You pass by those generic vendors who aren't part of the program and go straight to the ones who greeted you as soon as you passed through the door.
>Rick "Haha. Good job buddy, what do we have here?"
The very same bald guy Rick greets you, along with Chomlí, who was hanging around in the back. You were lucky, the old garka wasn't in sight, which made the tremendous scam you were about to pull off easier. With a smile, the fat bald guy extends his hand waiting for you to shake it and show what you think you're selling. Which makes him ask the question of the day.
>>123846 >>123847 Halloween night makes heretics come out. Or in this case, the little witch who's made out of your sister. You stroke her head, she lowers it slightly, not refusing, but when she straightens up, a 'hm' comes out of her straight lips that doesn't indicate much pleasure.
>Lynn "...thank you..."
Still, she thanks you. But she's not entirely in agreement with being treated like a little girl. This time she lets it pass because you looked too happy to break your illusion. Carla is the second to let out a 'hm'... You never do that to her.
Otherwise: lunch. Lunch is important. And when you get used to someone to something, like getting your sister used to preparing it for you, you'd have to expect what came: she asked you directly. You hadn't prepared it, maybe you could have spent the time lying down on it, but you can't go back to the past.
But you could compensate, her open hand receives something different than a small lunch. A Grant that leaves Carla speechless and even makes Lynn open her almost always closed eyes a little.
Carla "¿Catherine...?"
You were slow to respond, and she didn't wait long to call your name. She feels discarded, you sit down and face her... putting on a serious face. You can't see the faces she makes under that blanket... but well.
Carla: queen of crows -Carla can ask her crows to bring things to help you. *food/medicine: consumable items to heal yourself *money: some money to spend *random object: an object that doesn't fall into any of the other two categories. The quality of this varies a lot -this is a partner ability, it improves by increasing the classic lovemeter. >Carla's lovemeter: 90% kek
"When do you fight against number 6, Cathy?" -she asks, tilting her head with interest- "Can I go see you fight sometime?" -she asks, throwing punches into the air-
They reach Carla's school. She's surprised. She looks towards the same school, then again at you.
"Uh... so fast...? Uh... really have to attend? Je... It's Halloween. It should be a holiday."
>>123914 Between compliments, some information that had been hidden from you comes out. You should already know that Mariana hides some things... the question is how much she hides.
>Mariana Mariana. Lovemeter: 10% yes, she's waifeable, you can also break her little heart
The hispacentral mall! Huge, extensive, some would say with an infinite interior. Made for you to find any of the groceries you might want without OP having to come up with places
There's everything, own stores, cafes, cars on display... It's a proper shopping mall. This place would have been a much better meeting point for a date than the puticlub or maybe even the ice cream shop. But past is past and it doesn't interest us.
You go to an area where ingredients abound and pass through the checkout. The old man in front of you has been there for 10 minutes and counting, trying various cards one after another.
>Old man "Eh... and this...?"
The cashier swipes the card. It's declined.
>Nigga cashier "NIGGA...! this is the fuckin' card number 27."
>Old man "Ah... and do you accept credit...?"
>Nigga cashier "Yo, let me see, chamo, you're trying to fuck with me weon. All those were credit cards, niggaaa."
>Old man "And this...?"
>People behind you "¡AAAGH!"
The black cashier pulls out a walkie talkie.
>Nigga cashier "Take him, chamo."
Security grabs the old man by the arms and begins to take him away.
>Security "Come on, sir. We'll take you to play bingo."
>Old man "How pleasant younglings."
After that unnecessary thing, the nigga says: 'next' and you can put your things. This starts scanning the items.
>Nigga "Niggahuevos..." -the people look at him weird- "a gallon of Niggaleche..." -the people look EVEN weirder- "a little Niggazúcar and Niggarina." -nods his head- "that would be 10 fuckin' niggadollars, mini-nigga."
You pay. The nigga makes duck lips and waves the bills in front of him.
"Of this we were talking, niggaaaa. The min-inniga sure knows how to get a fuckin' dollar. ¡AND IF SOMEONE ELSE IS THINKING ABOUT PAYING WITH A CARD, THEY CAN JUST PUT IT WELL IN THE DEEP OF-!"
>Another nigga at another register "Take him." -says to a walkie talkie-
Security takes the cashier away.
>Security "Come on, we'll take him where there's plenty of KFC."
>Nigga "¡No, wait!, ¡I know what they're doing to us!" -they drag him against his will- "¡NIGGAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Another Nigga appears from the side and takes the place of the previous one.
>New nigga "Next, please."
After that other unnecessary thing, you can leave.
>Mariana (past) "Ah... Today I ran into a guy dressed as a vampire looking for number 7. I told him I'm her representative and he said you should go to the improvement workshop on SantaClos street."
...When did he say that?
"at the ice cream shop! But there was no place to write it down."
...ah, well.
>New interest point unlocked on the map: improvement workshop
Anyway. After that adventure in the hispacentro mall, you had arrived at the most terrifying place in the world... The employment center.
A neon sign that no longer works, with some letters about to fall, announces the place as the 'employment center' you're looking for. The lack of any other clue about its nature makes it look suspicious, like a clandestine restaurant where they cook endangered species... but well, you needed the money desperately, there was no room for fear, and as the seventh strongest in the country, in all honesty you shouldn't have it.
Clink clink you cross the door and a bell announces your arrival, dispelling any possible concern, you're greeted by a rather nice atmosphere. Planters with well cared for plants adorn the room, distracting a bit from the occasional crack you see in the white floor that, otherwise, is free of the slightest detail. The center is a place for a table and its chairs, all empty, but exists as the balance between work and rest that every employer should remember.
But of course, all this is decoration, you must go directly to the counter to talk to whoever was there... Who was... A monitor attached to the wall through a hydraulic arm, capable of moving through the air with movements that remind you of GladOs
>Oracle "Hello... I am the oracle. Your employer... I have read your file, Angelica. It has arrived. Yes... You have a file... In this disgusting system called the world, the powerful have everyone registered in different places... They play with our data as if they were a currency. Ohh yes. But mine... Ohh no. Because I am the most anti-system being there, Viceroy... Oh yes... And if you follow me... You will become one too. You will be able to escape the matrix as I did... And you will no longer be a joke for the dirty politicians."
-...- "eh... Sorry I can't be in person, by the way. I'm in the comfort of my house, at my battle station playing video games- I mean... fighting the system with high level quantum hacks."
"But you can already start going against the system... Just check the jobs listed on the announcement board over there. They are special assignments left for number 7. And they are totally anti-system. Not like a dirty office job for poor average sheep..."
Interesting... What kind of job could be capable of guiding you out of the matrix and making you a redpilled basada?
As you approach the announcement board on the wall to find out you found the following:
>super coconut collector Location: next to Charia beach -There is a high demand for super coconuts, but not anyone can get them. You are paid for each coconut obtained. lawn mower Location: patio of a guy -A important war veteran needs you to mow his lawn because it looks like a jungle, the association promised to send someone. We provide you with the mower. <payment: $1000 guaranteed if the garden looks nice.
...these are some of the most mundane jobs you could imagine. But they pay well... $1000 for mowing the lawn! With that you pay the fee and you have extra for... eh... something. But not to escape the matrix.
Finally home. Long day kek I'll respond tomorrow, Owen. It wouldn't be strange not to be able to send shift one day, but I'm making this post to say that after Friday I'll stop working for the year and will be more free... So we can roll more! Yeepiiii I don't know why our pace increased so much, but maybe something kek. Shifts tomorrow. I'm exhausted.
The "owww" that answers her sounds more like a cat meowing for dinner than a broken heart. She steps onto the swing plank and curls up, hugging her knees, making the swing look like it's rocking a sad human croquette. Her first date lasted less than recess.
"Eh... let's meet another time."
Her pupils shrink to pinholes; the mere idea stitches a little optimistic smile onto her face.
"¡Maria!"
Inb4: WHAT!?
"Didn't we go to the same school, same schedule, same entrance?"
"...but... like, I mean..."
She tilts her head like a hawk sizing up its prey.
"Like what?" She squints one eye. "Like a..." With a clumsy flutter of fingers she tears through the air in loops and spirals; like an orchestra conductor, she forms letter by letter: "a DATE?"
The swing stops with a nyick. Even the wind got curious.
"Bye."
With the creak of the swing wood bidding her farewell, she hops up and declares, as a postscript:
"You, me: Let's go get candy tomorrowaa!"
She yells, too late to the air that's already replaced her.
Without another glance, she goes the wrong way and gets lost in the woods for twenty minutes; after a goodbye like that, anyone would rather negotiate with branches than with their own pride. Going back to ask for directions would be admitting she's an idiot, and she's not an idiot by a hair, no sir.
>>>Three hours later~
Barging through, she carves her path through the trenches of the market; what promised to be a graceful five-minute expedition drags on to twenty, wandering in a limbo of cans and bags. Drumming her fingers, glissando her wristwatch, she waits for the man with slave rubbery skin to take pity on her impatience.
"Ah... Do you accept credit...?"
"Ajjhh" He throws his arms open like a preacher in sermon: "Please!"
Security justifies his salary by finally purging the old man to the nearest geriatric Bingo. She empties her lungs, comforted, pays her share, and shoves a crumpled, patched-up ten-dollar Hamilton bill forward. "that'd be 10 fucking nigga-dollars, mini-nigga."
"Nigga-thanks!"
>New item unlocked!: N-World.
She leaves satisfied, shaking her body at intervals like a wet dog. Poison ivy crawls up her sleeve like a free souvenir from the ecosystem. Her wild odyssey left her with green tattoos and the certainty that nature just doesn't like her.
>>>You're old enough to get a job!
Not even a blink in the rankings and the bloodsuckers are already circling. She recalls the aggressive offer in her memory: a weirdo looking for a fight, and so helpful, he'll show her the shortest path to the floor. First things first, no muscle, no capital, all that stuff stays in fairy tales; her last brawl taught her that ranking disputes aren't any kind of hobby.
(Waiiit, when did he say that?)
She scrapes her temple with a finger, as if clearing cobwebs from her thoughts.
>"At the ice cream shop! But there was no room to write it down."
(Really...?) She doubts her subconscious in the same millisecond she convinces herself: if the mind whispers certainty, obedience takes over (I once read that voices never lie).
She shrugged, her sixth sense rarely errs.
Just two suburbs over, she steps into enemy territory, the place where her brand-new primary title isn't worth even wrapping a burger combo. A cemetery of ambitions, where resumes rot in silence. The Chariense Employment Center.
The moment she enters, her greeting crumbles: from the effusive "Hi!" to the faded "Can I work at something that doesn't involve serving burgers or coffee?" These places live off adolescent sadomasochism; they squeeze innocence until it's as wilted as a lemon left in the corner of the fridge.
She takes two steps back when her interlocutor is nothing more than a screen; initial surprise shifts to bending at the waist, watching with great interest the final boss of the home office.
Oh no. Because I'm the most anti-system being there is, Viceroy... Oh yes... And if you follow me... you'll be one too. You'll escape the matrix like me... And you'll no longer be a joke for the dirty politicians. He points at him threateningly with his finger, so close that the obese guy could feel his employment contract trembling in fear.
"C.O.M.M.I.E!" He sharpens a furious glare. "Nice try. Your subversive ideas might work on weak minds, but NOT ON ME, my parents embraced me."
He glances sideways for a punishment, rubbing his hands as he sees the appetizing response within reach. With a sudden yank, he tears the touch console from the machine and tucks it under his armpit amidst a torrential shower of sparks. He calculates that such sophisticated technology should survive at least a few minutes of abuse.
"I'll show you the wonders of capitalism, Oloraculo," he pronounces deliberately mispronouncing it. "Everyone can be reformed, that's what the American Dream taught me."
Delirium after prejudice, Oracle and Angélica set off on an adventure. He'll teach her how to make money the old-fashioned way.
>>>Off-screen!
The law of the jungle is an outdated relic of old sludge. Contemporary times are ruled by the idiosyncrasy of intelligence, not the tyranny of force. He searched and searched for where his prodigious mind would be valued: McHispa? Too black. Hispamart? Too white. The signal arrived in the form of a flyer: "ROOSTER FIGHT — FREE ENTRY."
Luck threw him a bone. Angélica would prove her point by attending the only place where money screams, bleeds, and multiplies: a clandestine animal fight.
On the way, he stopped at a vet and bought his champions from the highest bidder: a withered plant, a goldfish, a wrench, and, last but not least, his secret weapon. Each carefully calibrated, qualitatively and quantitatively in damage, resistance, and capacity to shatter expectations. He could smell it. That night, Angélica would be disgustingly rich.
Minutes later, he was in a shed that made chemical toilets look like spas. The floor dripped with humidity, the walls exhaled old urine, and a bare bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds with the same enthusiasm as an employee about to quit. The air was tainted by a broth of cheap cigarette smoke, body armpit stench, and corridos tumbados. Angélica blinked in bursts. As if she were processing a 404 error in real time. Her gaze said what her nose denied: "Success always starts smelling like failure." https://youtu.be/3pPR6IOV7Rg?si=N3b5un9FpqmxwId-▶ When it was his turn to challenge the undefeated champion, he didn't hesitate, raised a shoebox like an Olympic torch and roared at the top of his lungs:
"Pikachu, I choose you!"
Gazes crossed like confused flies under a spotlight. Others exchanged stifled laughs. One inopportune coughed, if that was a joke it wasn't funny.
What came out with snout held high and back bristling was a hamster so small it fit in a fist.
With a wing-flap, the feathered one took a step forward, tilting its neck with the same curiosity a child shows a power outlet.
The hamster looked at Viceroy. Viceroy eyed the hamster. For a second, he thought something epic was about to happen. And it happened: the rooster devoured it in less than three pecks.
"Well... that was fast"
Bettor 1: That was pathetic.
"In my current state I can't beat him..."
Bettor 2: What are you talking about, stupid blonde? Who let you in?
"Seems like playing fair won't get me anywhere, it'll be two against one"
Planting the basketball players, he set the flowerpot at one end of the ring and beside it the fishbowl with a fish floating belly-up. The numerical advantage was on his side, he couldn't lose.
"Gardevoir, use Pinch-Spore!"
He alternated his gaze to his other boy.
"Magikarp, Stanislavski method!"
His odds of winning were astronomical, at least in the parallel universe where plants bite and fish know how to box. Plant and water against muscle and feathers: on paper, a lethal squad. In the ring, more like a themed lunch.
His hope of winning two thousand dollars is left at the mercy of those two.
If you don't like the OPato scene you can retcon and say it was just to the coconuts kek
>>123952 I'll only respond to important parts from previous scenes to close this already >Alexa Onigawara Alexa "Jo-jo, those would be you guys, ameritards. Have you fried your brains so much with so much frying that you don't realize? I'm from Ingl*terra, land of tea and oh God save the queen. I thought I had already told you, bocachanclas."
"Damn, it seems like it's going to rain." -says, with so much thunder...-
Onigawara nods his head.
"...And who is that? Christ, I arrived in this country this year and started school yesterday!, Do you know his name, where he lives, works, regularly goes to, or at least if he goes to this school, what class he goes to...?"
>Onigawara "Uh..." -looks at you- "Do we know...?"
Well... No.
...
Shoot ten birds with three shots without sweating. Then, the doors open and all the passengers, alive or dead, burst out of the vehicle. It was your turn... you ran and jumped off the battle bus, starting an epic free fall. The bus explodes for no reason behind you just to make this scene more worthy of a photo before you hit the ground in an loud and epic superhero fall. Unlike your friend, who probably broke his spine.
>Onigawara Save? >Yes >Saved successfully
After a good save you leave the restroom. Finally you help Onigawara to stand up, as he tries to stand up, his back makes a very bad sound.
"Agh damn..."
Fortunately he always walks bent over. But probably should visit a chiropractor... It was time to face number 6.
>[Elipsis]
Kaguya Onigawara "Ja..."
>Kaguya "Do you think this is a joke...?"
Onigawara simulates coughing. He disengages from the accusations, after that, the kunoichi invites them to follow her.
Onigawara Kaguya Kaguya <You're mistaken, I destroy nerds, not trees.
"Destroy... that's what matters."
<Does that type matter that much to you to be in this damn ranking? Christ, you're an obsessive girl.
"It's about my family... My honor... my donuts as the last member of my clan... I must take revenge. It's my reason to fight... to move forward..."
<Your position will fall into good hands, if I manage to reach number one, I guarantee that I'll kill the bastard you want to kill...
"...thank you." -says after a silence in which, with her serene inexpressiveness, she doesn't let you decipher how she feels- "...but I won't hold back."
BATTLE BEGINS! in the next post for convenience 1/2
>>123952 You were alone with her. Onigawara becomes invisible when both of you focus on each other, that thread of conversation finally burns out, and you are the resulting explosion of the conflict.
You move your wrist, your bat accelerates until it combusts, covered in bright flames that alert the ninja. You see her tensing her calves preparing her guard and counterattack, but when you trace a cut through the air, you completely ignore her general direction and release the handle of your weapon toward one of the tall tree tops in the sky. The turbo bat flies and spins on its own axis, becoming a swirling tornado of fire ascending diagonally toward a sequoia.
>Kaguya (!)
A sign of exclamation flies over her coconut as, even with her eyelids always down, she perceives what you're trying to do.
(It will burn down the whole forest!)
(I have to stop him!)
She jumps impressively. Inhumanly, she disappears from Onigawara's view by propelling herself to the heights in a fraction of a second, her sword ready to deflect your weapon. When you appeared.
"¡¿How?!"
You arrive even before her or the motorized bat, you jump and intercept your weapon that was spinning at revolutions making it look like nothing more than a red tornado. You recover the handle, the motor roars, Kaguya is completely defenseless!
(¡I have to block-!)
As her elbows respond tensing slightly anticipating creating a barrier with her weapon, your arms, propelled by abundant testosterone and the motor of your turbo bat, had already surpassed her thought and covered the distance to hit her...
POOOW
You hit directly in her face, the fire consumes her head before you apply more force and force her to descend with you without her separating from the sharp bat. Together you fall consumed in flames in a meteoric descent.
100 meters of fall. Vertigo speeds and unmeasured violence. They are a catastrophe about to occur, Onigawara steps back.
>Onigawara "¡DAMN IT!"
But he doesn't even get to take a single step before...
BOOOOOM Slash
The impact is violent like none you've ever given before. The explosion of air sends your partner flying so far that he disappears, along with the trees that collapse a kilometer around. For better, there was a cut at the end, after the impact, your turbo bat advanced thanks to its exaggerated blade, and cut the kunoichi from the head to the groin, opening a wound that would need stitches just to dress.
Everything is dust. Everything is earth. When this dissipates, Kaguya has already risen, with her body somewhat bent down due to weakness... But she was touching her stomach, which was only part of the wound she had, starting from the forehead.
"Gah..."
She spits some blood, which goes through her ninja mask.
<Kaguya 84% of life
She is also covered in burns. In fact, her hair has a small flame still alive and dancing.
"..."
She is injured. It was a big attack... but still, she still has her eyes closed.
(I have to come up with something...)
She thought. And without more, she shot off to the side to run the kilometer necessary, escaping until where there were trees again, at which point she would jump to the top of one of these and start running by jumping between branches at high speed.
1d120 = 21
While, she puts her sword back into its sheath. She begins to make movements with her hands.
"Buey, mono, liebre, rata, jabalí, pájaro, buey, caballo, pájaro, rata, tigre, perro, tigre, serpiente, buey, carnero, serpiente, jabalí, carnero, rata, mono, pájaro, dragón, pájaro, buey, caballo, carnero, tigre, serpiente, rata, mono, liebre, jabalí, dragón, carnero, rata, buey, mono, pájaro, rata, carnero, pájaro." kek
He pulls out a small rolled-up handkerchief, which he carefully unfurls to reveal something.
"You haven't seen this before..."
He raises a piece of paper.
"Observe: A relic from 1862. Printed right here in the United States, by none other than the Bureau of Engraving and Printing in Washington DC. You can see the credentials right here..."
It was a one-dollar bill.
"And observe..."
He holds the dollar up to the light, revealing intricate images embedded within it.
"100% original..."
He drops it onto the counter so Rick can examine it however he likes.
"What do you think? I'm not asking much for it... Give me a billion and it's yours."
"You think I'm his boyfriend or some shit to know that bullshit?!"
Not yet... For now.
"Tsk, I only know he's the leader of some crazy taka taka gang, runs a park, literally always wears samurai armor, and walks around with some man-child girl who's got feet like Marcus Fenix from Gears of War. What else, what else? Ah, seems like he talks with hidden intentions and sometimes flirts with you... Ignore that last part. I already told you which head I want, and I already paid you—use the data I gave you and FIND HIM! If you kill him fast, maybe I'll toss you a few extra bills, got it? But anyway, I think we're out for now, 'cause people might get suspicious if they see us talking... If we get caught, I'm calling ICE to deport your ass to Peru—I don't want legal trouble, okay?"
Ironic he says that being half-Mexican.
"See you around, and before I forget, I'll give you my number so you can send me your measurements. I'm gonna get you a jacket made so you can be part of us! I PAID YOU! THAT MAKES YOU BAD BONEEEEEEE!"
He runs off toward the bus stop, yelling that last part to draw attention, making everyone start linking Alexa to the two of them. That way, she'll have no choice but to join their gang... Wait, didn't he want discretion?
...
"Man, I hate to say it, but that's gonna give you scoliosis."
He shakes his head as he hears the nasty crack of his back after stepping out of the restroom and putting it away. He also wonders what the hell a fire hydrant is doing in this spot, but doesn't overthink it—sometimes stuff just happens.
With Kaguya!
He clicks his tongue and looks away, frowning when he dismisses her compliment about being a criminal. This is exactly why he isn't nice to anyone—he hates being looked down on. On the other hand, he laughs at her 676767 joke.
"It's obvious you don't have TikTok..."
He mutters when he sees it didn't amuse her much, if at all. He even makes the hand gesture, showing both hands like "does this ring a bell?" but nothing. The girl is as stiff and serious as her muscles—clearly cautious.
"Die? Wouldn't it be better to say you want a better place to kill me?"
He raises an eyebrow at the odd comment.
<Yeah, such a terrible shame... A meteorite fell on Owen while he was walking down the street. "OW..."
Well no! Owen mocks how prudish his friend is, pretending his hand speaks Oni's answer—basically first pic, laughing his ass off right in his face while still being respectful. Owen does give him the side-eye, like they say around here, and gives him a full ass analysis—almost shooting laser beams from his eyes! Either way, surrounded by nature, Owen takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with pure air. Man, this place is truly chill.
"I don't care about fairness, babe. I've got no honor, no codes—if I can cheat you, I will. BUT! I don't like being blatantly shown up like a damn idiot."
"Both, yeah, both... I'm both... Je."
Basically, Oni and he perform this scene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLRvWey7Cec▶ "Destroying is just as important as creating, babe. For new things to exist, the old ones must be destroyed. This forest used to be a beautiful sea in prehistoric times, but surely it was destroyed to become the little grove you love so much. Don't fear or despise destruction—when it arrives, just accept that something better is coming. You know? Destruction can bring hope..."
Philosopher now, the corn-headed freak.
"I see... I don't wanna get involved in your business. I hate people who stick their noses where they don't belong, but wanna know something? Revenge will leave you empty. I'm not saying don't do it—GET REVENGE! But it won't be worth it."
Cracks his neck bone.
"I know. Nobody holds back with me. Nobody has ever held back with me. Ever since I was born, nobody's held back."
Winks.
AND THE FIGHT BEGINS!
"It's not about arriving fast... It's about knowing HOW to arrive!"
Responding to Kaguya's impression when Owen suddenly appears and grabs his flaming bat. Owen gives the ninja zero time—slams the weapon straight into her face with no mercy at all. Now it doesn't matter if she's hot or if she could've been his cure to avoid degeneration. Now only the fight matters. And with that in mind, the meteorites they've become crash violently into the ground.
He shakes his hand to get rid of the dust and dirt kicked up, coughs a little but tries not to show it too much—doesn't wanna look weak, making faces like Davo when he avoids yawning with Messi—personal stuff! The point is, a huge grin spreads across his face seeing the wound he gave the ninja. Maybe a bit cruel, but he's glad to start off on the right foot. Never dealt this much damage on his first attack before—makes him happy.
"Don't take it personally."
He comments just a second before Kaguya returns to action. Owen whistles in surprise—he didn't expect her to react so fast after being badly injured, burned, and still on fire. She's tough, and she doesn't waste time. Though oddly, instead of jumping between branches, she sheathes her sword. Wait, isn't this supposed to be a fight? Owen doesn't get it, and gets even more confused when he notices her moving her hands.
"Huh? What the fuck?"
He tries to follow her with his eyes but she's too fast. It's hard.
"Is your attack gonna kill me from boredom with Animal Planet explanations?!"
He grumbles.
"Let's hope this isn't like Naruto..."
He mutters to himself and stops bothering to look for Kaguya. Lowers his gaze to the ground and starts randomly picking up stones while she recites the entire animal encyclopedia. Once he's got a good amount, he quickly hurls them into the air and, with his bat wrapped in flames, begins batting each stone midair—without even looking at Kaguya. Pure instinct. If he could prove he's better than Home Run, and that softball is a superior discipline to baseball, then he'll trust his sixth sense to hit Kaguya. Of course, he attacks precisely when she uses her jutsu, so their attacks will likely collide. And so his fire won't be extinguished by her water, Owen instantly boosts his speed to level 3—turning his flames blue—to increase the chances that his stones will vaporize whatever she throws at him and still hit that cute girl's body.
She makes fists and gives little punches. Your words are received by the wind, and the little bird from before passes by again to spread more gossip.
>Little bird "Uuhh~"
Releases before disappearing into the horizon to mess with some other duo. With nothing to do in the solitude but looking at pumpkins, you proceed to leave and wander around until eventually you arrive at the mall.
...
And eventually you arrive. The power of the ellipsis is great. The line, however, has no shortcuts. The old man forces you to witness a boring scene until he is dragged away from the scene, allowing you finally to buy three little things. You should have switched lines at that time, but that's life. They charge you, you pay, you thank them...
>Cashier nigga Oracle <¡C.O.M.M.I.E!
"In reality my ideas align more with an anarchist vision..."
<Good attempt. Your subversive ideas will affect weak minds, but NOT ME, my parents embraced me.
"Plural? I understood you live with a single mother, little one."
That doesn't change your plans. You rip out the monitor, separating it from the mechanical arm that carried it through the air, cutting connections with a buzzing and several sparks. You take the now tablet under your arm determined to change its ideals from the root.
<I will show you the wonders of capitalism, Oracle
"Oh, you'll see those yourself."
This time, the damages would be your responsibility. You feel your pockets lighten until they are filled with nothing but air,
<Current money: $0
"...it's a $500 monitor."
<Current money: -$460
"It will be deducted from your next payment."
I said it couldn't be owed, and usually it's true, but you found a way by directly damaging the property of the association without it being collateral kek
This turns out to be a blow to your plans. Now you couldn't just buy competitors, but you owed money to the association... The coconuts didn't look like a bad option now. I almost feel like a memedictator now. My intention was indeed to carry out the other scene, but in the end, I didn't like it. So... That. Sorry.But you can save that 95 dice and use it later, while it's in this thread keksito
>>3372 >Oracle "Good. This will be your first step to escape from the matrix. Go to Charia beach. There you will be given the instructions-" -the screen turns off definitively-
With no other options to get quick money, it was time to visit the beach. It's worth noting that Charia is a state where it usually gets quite cold and snows regularly, it's something characteristic of its climate. Today was no exception, although it was sunny... but whatever.
You arrive at the place, in front of you there is a small lemonade stand a few meters from the beach, which was going down stone stairs.
Now doubts arise: How the hell is there a beach? Charia doesn't face the sea... Well, the beach body slam is an artificial beach near the river body slam, just add sand! The lagoon looks fresh and crystal clear. It would be perfect for swimming, but there's not a soul around due to the low temperatures, even if the sky is only partially cloudy. The Halloween decoration here makes it seem like there's little festive spirit, the beach sand has pumpkins made of sand and little else. At least there are several palm trees decorated with lights, and, again, pumpkins carved at their base. It seems there was an overpopulation of pumpkins this year.
Anyway, the stand. The person attending is the one you will work with, when you meet him... It's... Well, a television with wheels.
>Oracle "Psst... It's me. The oracle. Come closer..." -you do- "Do you see those palm trees over there?" -it doesn't have hands to point at you, and this time not even the single eye it had in the employment center, but when you look, you don't find any others than the palm trees- "the government... the dirty government of shit monopolizes them. Those trees... They aren't just any palm trees. Inside they have SUPER COCOS. It's scientifically proven that super coconuts are like a red pill... They wake you up. But this people... oh, this people don't want us to get them... no. Because the government wants you as a walking dead, an idiot who doesn't question anything, who doesn't drink super coconuts... And that's where you come in. Do you understand?"
Maybe yes, maybe no. It's probably that I should go into details and for good reason, just continue with your ramblings.
"Listen to me, and listen well, girl. With my governmental neuromodulator of aluminum I can open a small gap in the system that inverts the polarity of the monopoly and, basically, for people who haven't woken up yet like you: it will allow, within a time limit, to open 5 coconut trees and get super coconuts. Oh yes..."
Opening coconut trees...
"Super coconuts are different from normal coconuts. They grow INSIDE the palm tree... And they are scarce. You have to choose the 5 you like the most. Hopefully you'll get more than one..."
"Now go! I already activated my thing I mentioned!"
>Super Coconut Collector -rolls 5 dice 2 -each die counts as a tree cut -if you roll die 1, the coconut tree gives you a super coconut -if you roll die 2, the coconut tree gives you two super coconuts -3 -2 -1 -START!
If you want to speed up by redoing this job, just say you want to retry and roll another set of 5 dice 2 kek. There's no penalty for retrying, you keep the money from both rolls.
>>3367 >Cat ---- 'Absolute perfection!' 'What if we make LiveLeak a fucking public channel‽ ---- This was what Cat thought to herself. She would like to say that she was already "immunized", but a little part of her tarnished humanity makes her question some things. Ignoring this, knowing that Carla already knew about her crimes doesn't entirely calm her down; it was necessary to talk about it, but the implications and possible consequences that it will bring her are high.
She feels that the way she expressed herself was a bit harsh, but she considers it the best ending. Naturally, Carla returned to her usual pro-activity and went to disguise herself. The selection was expected: Death. Carla asked for her opinion, and she gave it with some enthusiasm:
----You look very good.----Cat approached her, rubbing her fingers over the girl's chestnut hair.----It's simple, but you don't need much to give a good image.----She smiled while pointing out her observation.
With nothing more to do at home, they went in the direction of the school:
The sky today is gray, and the wind blows, cooling everything it touches. While they were on the way, various memories flooded her mind; When was the last time she felt complete? Difficult to determine. According to the reading, it's supposed that she has to win, she has already made peace with her cousin, but even so she feels that something is wrong in the atmosphere; like a presence that walks around the surroundings, harassing her, watching her. Guilt? Paranoia? Who knows. Nonetheless, Cat still doesn't get used to being in "SNAFU mode" all day.
Ignoring that, she listens to her cousin in the background; It's true that Corvins are very intelligent animals and have very complex social structures, comparable to Felines, they are more cunning and united. But she finds it somewhat atypical that Carla made her mission to become a crow trainer. Well, it's not like she and her sister have "common" hobbies. Her cousin asked a question that brought her back to reality: Can I fight with you? Cat answered quickly:
---The truth is that I don't know.----She commented with naturalness, without stopping looking at the horizon.----And being honest with you: I'd prefer that you stay out of this; don't take it the wrong way, but getting involved in this can bring us more problems than solutions, not to mention that you would draw the attention of… undesirable individuals, who, are already behind me.----After speaking, she made a brief pause and concludes.----Nevertheless, I will consider helping you in other things.
Fortunately they arrived at the destination, and stopped the vehicle. Before going to carry out the "grotesque enterprise", Cat gave the girl fifty dollars.
----Buy something nice. See you in the afternoon.----She told Carla and went to her school.
At last… hell Cat arrived at her school, but remembered something very important: She had just forgotten her fucking axe. She was so busy fixing her relationship with it that she forgot her weapon.
Cat didn't think much about it, but found a pragmatic solution to her problem: borrowing from the premises. And so, Cat went to look for the fire equipment cabinet to borrow an axe.
>>3383 >Cat For his very good luck, he found that the idiots above had equipped firefighting gear. It's the least they could do. Cat opened the case and took the tool. Compared to his axe, which is at home, this one is bigger and heavier; the butt ends in a point, but it's more similar to a hoe than a miner's pick, not to mention the red details.
>Firefighter Axe (Equipped)
----Let's end this crap.----There's no turning back; Cat takes the stairs and climbs toward the ceiling of the room. After arriving, he confirms that his employer is already there, along with a helicopter. Instinctively he raises the axe and positions it on his shoulder. Cat remained still, observing; sighed defeated, and began to approach the iron beast.
"Let's end this" is the only thought that is in his mind.
>>3376 didn't accept to shake his hand... >Rick Chomlí "Wow"
You take the piece of paper, at first glance... it's just a dollar. But it depends on who presents it, or who sells it.
>Rick Chomlí "I don't know, Rick..."
>Rick Chomlí "Let's see, can I borrow it?"
>Rick "Sure friend, go ahead."
He hands over the bill, unlike Rick, Chomlí observes it from afar, holding it out as far as his hands could reach while squinting at it.
>Chomlí "Yes... And here we have George Washington... Do you know who George Washington is?" -he asks, looking up- "he was famous for being the first president of the United States... They elected him because they saw him as a leader worthy of following and a hero... at that time the election was unanimous."
He places the bill on the counter, leaving it up for grabs.
>Rick "And... how much are you asking for it?"
Chomlí "Heavens..."
>Rick "Yes... And also that I'm not going to pay a billion. Hahaha"
"But... your explanation was funny. Let me call an expert to check it out. Maybe he can give us a second opinion."
After saying that, Rick runs out of the place to go to the back of the pawn shop.
>Rick (confessional) "I'm not going to pay a billion! But just in case... I'll call Mark. He knows everything about American history. If we can get something out of it... he'll tell us. Hehehe."
>Chomlí "And... do you like Star Wars?"
After that, Rick walks through the door behind Chom, returning to the place as if nothing happened.
>Rick "Okay, friend... sorry for making you wait. A national history expert will be here shortly to tell us how much this is really worth."
An old man enters through the main door. Bearded, wearing glasses and a large hat that looks Amish.
>Rick (confessional) "I want that dollar in my store... I mean, he wants to sell it for a reason... but a billion dollars? Pf... I could go bankrupt." >Mark "Hi, Rick. How are you?"
>Rick "Jaja... you made it, buddy. Let's see, Chom?"
>Chomlí "Uh... Yeah, we want you to check out this dollar..."
Mark steps forward and takes it.
>Mark "Let me take a look..." –he inspects it closely, his eyes widening– "ohhh money, money, money..." –he says with intense interest, sounding just like Mr. Krabs–
>Rick "See anything interesting?"
>Mark "You bet I do, Rick... Look at this."
He places the bill on the counter and points to a specific spot for all to see. There's an asterisk in the print.
>Rick "Alright... What are we looking at?"
>Chomlí "An asterisk..."
>Mark "That's right, but not just any asterisk. This is a one-dollar bill of what we call a 'star note,' named precisely for that asterisk at the end of its serial number. These bills were reprinted by the Bureau in the 80s to replace damaged or misprinted bills before circulation. And this one is particularly rare because it's from series A, 1981. In this condition, so well preserved... it's very uncommon."
>Chomlí "Whoaaaa."
>Rick "And how much do you think it's worth?"
>Mark "Well, Rick. You know I always say history is priceless... There's no price on history fuark but... typically notes from this series are valued between... $500 and $1,000."
>Rick "Alright! Thanks a lot, Mark."
He shakes his hand.
>Mark "You're welcome, Rick."
He says, and leaves, once again leaving them in the price negotiation battle.
>Rick "Alright... with this new info... I can offer you $100."
$100?!
"I know he said $500, but pal... I gotta make a profit. How many people do you think are out there looking for a bill with a star in its serial number? It could sit in my store for muuuuuch too long before finding a buyer. I gotta make something."
Onigawara "Did she just laugh?" -he doesn't believe it-
>Alexa "Yeah, damn it. What, you think I don't laugh?"
But you didn't have any more data. Maybe her last name because she told you, that was Masamune. Other than that, you were clueless.
Alexa "Well, good, because I'm not a detective, man."
Onigawara Alexa "Hey, listen to me! I don't want a damn fucking jacket!, HEY!" -they were already far away- "couple of losers..."
>[Alexa's number added to your phone] make a group chat kekAldo, self-reminder. Alexa's measurements: 62–57–67
...
Kaguya, the ninja who lives meditating in the forest, doesn't have TikTok. Her lifestyle deprives her of wonderful things like tung tung sahur or the 6 7, which she doesn't recognize even with the iconic emote you send her for her to get it.
>Kaguya Onigawara "Ah... She must be one of those anti-iPad types..."
>Kaguya "...iPad...?" -change it to anti-technology-
Kaguya doesn't respond to your question. She stays, like a good place to die, and the silence keeps her until the next stop. Meanwhile, you have an argument with your buddy over his ridiculous principles, reducing his words to those of a simple, stupid puppet hand, to which, of course, he responds with annoyance.
>Onigawara "Pfft... Idiot..."
He misses it, you can see without problems and without protests from the girl, that beautiful figure that is drawn in detail on her posterior when she walks. In her gait, you find hints of firmness that let your imagination run wild, the curves were large in proportion to her small body, she was well-formed. Like her whole muscular body, she radiated a certain strength, but she combined the just amount of softness expected from a good ass. It's Schrodinger's ass, firm and soft until grabbing it tells you what its true nature is.
But sadly, that might never happen due to the circumstances in which you crossed paths. Now you face each other, preparing weapons for the lethal encounter.
>Kaguya Onigawara Kaguya "Maybe you're right... but criminals destroy senselessly... and you don't seem any different."
<Do you want to know something? Revenge will leave you empty, I'm not saying don't do it! Get revenge! But it won't be worth it.
"I don't seek personal satisfaction. It's my purpose..."
It's all she responds, perhaps ending up agreeing with you unintentionally. If it's her only purpose, what will be left of her once it's fulfilled?
<I know, no one holds back with me, no one has ever held back with me, since I was born no one held back with me.
"Then, I hope you're prepared..."
1/2
It makes me laugh how sexualized Ibuki is in fanart ayy
>>3377 The first attack is violent, the fall is precipitous, and the damage is considerable. But Kaguya is quick to recover and move; by the time you speak to her, she has already decided on her next move. She lunges to her side and flees at full speed towards where the forest still stands. You follow I guess kekcito closely, re-entering the forest as she forms hand seals at high speed.
Gathering your ammunition, you prepared for whatever was to come: rocks. It's hard to imagine a simpler thing, but in your hands, they are stronger than any firearm ever created. You grab the stones you can and drop them; before your perception, they seem to freeze completely in the air, lined up and ready to be batted as you pray for one thing.
Kaguya "WATER STYLE: WATER DRAGON JUTSU!"
In front of her, born from the very air, a gigantic Chinese dragon made entirely of water materializes. As thick as redwood trunks, the beast coils in a beautiful maneuver, showcasing its ostentatious colossal figure before shooting towards you. Its flight is swift and fierce; the air hisses and strips leaves from every tree as it focuses on you.
A fall into water from so many meters would be concrete for a normal person. Now, what if water crushed you at hypersonic speeds? That wouldn't be pretty. Your bat shines brighter with every movement of your wrist; in a second, the dazzling blue fire surrounding the incandescent bat and the deafening roars of the engine indicate maximum power. You almost feel it slip from your hands on its own due to the sudden power surge, but you control it with your massive arms, aim at the perfectly aligned stones before you, and throw a double swing that propels them at maximum power.
The stones catch fire, becoming miniature blue comets that collide with the dragon at dizzying speeds. The temperature rises throughout the forest as the dragon's entire structure fills with bubbles showing its boiling, and in a millisecond, it combusts. BOOOOOM
The water contains most of the explosion, but still, surrounding trees fall as if nothing. Meanwhile, you are surprised, before even one of the water drops moves an inch, you saw Kaguya shoot out from the suspended rain in a diagonal fall wielding her small sword once more. She used the water dragon as a distraction!
Draws. Fast. Falls behind you... As if she had done nothing... Then she sheathes the sword again.
"Ninja style: thousand cuts."
You feel your chest being torn by metal countless times. Your shirt is reduced to shreds, your jacket torn to uselessness, and your chest marked with cuts from end to end.
<Owen: 88%
Everything returns to normal. Hundreds of liters of water fall to the ground, trees collapse from the explosion, and the pain hits you. All at once.... But it wasn't that bad compared to the attack she received. The problem is that now your weapon was unloaded counted as used die
You could change it and wait for its passive reload, or roll a die 2 and reload it die 1: 50% die 2: 100% but that uses a die.
At that, Kaguya turns around, sheathing her sword once more.
"It wasn't enough..."
She mutters as she clasps her hands together. She needs both to perform jutsus.
(I said I'd go all out...)
"Ox, hare, monkey..."
She separates her hands, now in one of them a concentrated lightning bolt seems to form. A ball of pure energy, of... VISIBLE and AUDIBLE CHAKRA dancing in her palm with the nature and speed of real lightning.
"Chidori..." kek
(This will be a killing blow...)
Fulfilling her word of not holding back, she lunges at you, charging her hand with it with the chidori as her only weapon and launching it directly at you.
1d120 = 4
"One, two, three..."
Meanwhile, she does something else. Defying the established -the need for two hands- she makes several movements with her free hand to prepare a new jutsu...
>>3389 Kekazo. I was just thinking of an improvement for the slot machine so that it's easier to get to the super. This is the new version: roll 3 dice 3 If all 3 dice are the same type, you transform (the transformation depends on which one comes up) 1: animal spirit (+10 on dice) 2: dark mode (+20 on dice) 3: light mode (+30 on dice)
This is the improvement: If you don't get anything on the first try, you can pause up to two of the dice and roll only the one you're missing.
Example: first roll 1 1 3
As in a slot machine, you freeze the two 1s
You roll the other die 3
It comes up 1
Then you have all 3 dice the same and you get the animal spirit.
Does that make sense? It's basically saving two of the results from the first roll.
>>3387 >>3386 >>3390 I answer briefly and very directly to the point to see as soon as possible if I do well in this unavoidable turn, if the next attack of the ass is not +100000 then I will answer the loose ends I left above kuek "¡PUTA MADRE! ¡SI SERA COMO NARUTO!"
It's the little he can say when he sees the water dragon coming after the jutsu that the girl performed although just like Owen distracted him with a possible forest fire, she does it with that arrogant attack that ends in nothing, or at least not with the dragon since she appears behind his back with her sword being put into its sheath, the criminal turns his gaze to his presence, and with a totally bad surprise, swallows saliva and murmurs...
"I... I saw this is a samurai movie-"
Before commenting that he saw the seven samurais of Akira Kurosawa, he feels something in his chest, a huge pain that culminates in his clothes being totally torn and in a considerably deep wound, a lot of blood shoots out of his chest as if it were a scene from the aforementioned movie, Owen raises his gaze, clenches his teeth, and holds back the pain like the Zoro meme when he felt Luffy's pain ¡Fallo! And he can only console himself that between the damage he did to Kaguya and this, he's still winning him ¡For now! Let's just wait for what's coming ¡But let's not get ahead! Owen's eyes turn white, he gasps and looks a bit lost.
The water falling on his face revives him.
"¡CLARO QUE NO ES SUFICIENTE! ¡NADA ES SUFICIENTE EN MI CONTRA!"
He shouts, a mix of adrenaline, anger and pride makes his heart explode, clearly he was not going to stop it with a wound in his chest, at least they were at hand and that in a certain way satisfies him, what he doesn't like at all is seeing that he once again performs a jutsu ¡A Chidori! Kek Or rather, a damn ball of energy but not a simple ball of energy, an ENORME ball of energy, she is serious, literally putting all her strength into "that".
"This is going to hurt..."
He smiles.
"But let's make it worth it."
Quickly he tries to reload his bat.
1d2 = 2
Then he faces the girl without fear when she charges at him with fury, he doesn't move, he doesn't get nervous, it's like he accepts the attack with all the pleasure in the world or like he knows that defending himself would be a lost cause, instead, he activates his ability of the slot machine, he remembers his drunk master's advice and closes his eyes, takes a breath and does a small meditation in the middle of the fight, he sees pulling the lever to activate his ability and depending on what comes out, fortunately or maybe not, the other jutsu of the girl looks weak or with lack of attention, he supposes that it's not necessary to dodge it either and I suppose I can't because I need a turn without doing anything to activate the slot machine if I'm not mistaken jsjsjs so he lets his mind flow to see if with that he can get a good result, the damage is guaranteed, better take advantage of it.
1d3 = 2
1d3 = 3
1d3 = 3
I understand, I understand, so I imagine I can only freeze when I have two the same and one different ¿Right? From there on I don't know if I would have infinite shots if that happens, you didn't specify so I will take advantage
>>3391 >>3392 Ayyy I was just about to reply to Catherine, so I'll let you know in a sec. Here's a re-roll because I really want this damn mechanic to work kek
>I see, I see, so I guess I can only freeze when I have two matching and one different, right? Nah, you can freeze any of them. And that one will stay frozen until you remove it later, just like in real slot machines.
Actually, to make it clear, let's pretend you're freezing one of these for your re-roll.
You just need to roll two dice now and have them match the frozen one.
>>3392 >>3393 It's done. The definitive one, so I can add improvements later: Roll a 100-sided die. 01 - 50 spirit animal 51 - 79 - dark mode 80 - 100 - light mode.
Alright, I like this activation method better for now keksito. Roll the die to activate it.
>>3394 >>3393 Notice that I liked the original method because if you felt like you were throwing darts at a slot machine and in slot machines you get screwed if luck isn't on your side but let's try this one during this fight and see which one works better, the improvement you added to freeze numbers I liked just as much, let it stay if in case we end up keeping the original or maybe we should stop playing with the darts and keep this fixed ayyyy
>>3386 fun fact, Alex was a Tottenham fan that jobber team that never won shit until last season, so yeah, I'm saying this because I saw Alexa, not sure if you care or whatever...
>>3380 "Actually my ideas align more with an anarchist view..."
"That's what a communist would say..."
He furrows his eyes, his heart swells opposite to his gaze.
"Plural? I thought you lived with a single mother, little one."
He corporalizes a tushe with the help of a gaspeo. A very high finger and damage to private property were going to protest, when reconsidering, he stopped. He had a point.
"My dad left thirteen years ago on a business trip, n-no I don't know what you're talking about Oloraculo"
That's new and nothing pleasant. He masturbates a prostate-like insecurity.
>>>Work!
If you were in Rome, do as you see. And if the wallet cries, learn the art of chores.
In bankruptcy, renounce your scarce arrogance to surrender to the arms of a commie and his poorly paid work... a second, poorly paid?
It's a thousand dollars to collect some dirty coconuts, thinking twice, the common denominator doesn't earn that even in two full pay periods. Not even in ten months of allowance would you save that rate.
That's it.
Checkmate Oloraculo. She is the one really scamming the system, nothing, I repeat nothing, can defeat omnipresent capitalism.
Inside they have SUPER COCOS. It's scientifically proven that super coconuts are like a red pill... They wake you up. But this people... oh, this people don't want us to get them... no. Because the government wants you as a walking dead, an idiot who questions nothing, who doesn't drink super coconuts... And that's where you come in. Do you understand?"
"Aja... Super coconuts, sounds like the premium category of a gay page" He gives himself a loud facepalm "What stupidity, you're a communist, of course you're gay" He gestures with hands as if holding pistols and coquettishly points at him from the height of the hip, eyeing with a wink "Do you want to be my gay friend? I've always wanted one of those, you remember Reese Witherspoon's movies? Like in those? Or did you legally dye your hair blonde? Well, like that"
They were the most vacuous reasons in the world to objectify a person by their gender.
>>>
The man has five senses and for each of them a thousand pleasures and for each pleasure a hundred arts.
Toil and sweat, does not reside in that hundred.
>>3381 On count of three he adjusts the gi, aligns the hips and releases the hand's chant. The air is cut into slices. The first trunk is sliced in half with a vegetal moan, the others follow, chopped in cascade before falling in line to the ground. With an arch and unarch of the hand he cuts down almost a dozen palms.
KIAI~
He performs a reverent bow with samurai courtesy and eviscerates at random. As if peeling an orange, he plunges his fingers into the rind and opens it up, performing a cesarean. From the white hole of a coconut he drinks a raw sip. So much chatter from the Oracle had left her thirsty for something real.
"Are you not already big enough to be a communist? Think about it Oloraculo, you're still in time to join the winning side and break your back fourteen hours a day so that someone else can buy a yacht in Miami"
Another argument stuffed with politics, another teenager with inflation of being her own boss.
He twists the fruit on its entire axis. A few drops of nectar moistened his tongue, but after that, no matter how he shook the fruit, nothing came out. With the thirst intact and the hunger for money still alive, he picked up a chop of karate and slashed a solitary cut into the air.
1d2 = 1 1d2 = 1 1d2 = 1 1d2 = 1 1d2 = 2
No worry OPato, the autistic one was mine and as I said I like coconuts the same way kekSorry for the delay, I'll be more loaded with work for a while
>>3382 >>3383 >>3384 Small gestures are enough to go very far. A compliment and a caress win you the sweetest smile you've ever seen your cousin form. Things were already much better, at least between the two of you. The new normal isn't so easy to accept, but under the gray morning, the mundane walk is, all in all, calm. Your little cousin wanders, almost becoming background noise to what you dissociate. A worrying possibility is what must return you to the present.
>Carla Carla. Lovemeter: 95% >Queen of the crows upgrade! -now you can ask the crows for help without Carla as an intermediary
Today, for festive reasons, School Z is a shadow of what it once was. The gate that greets you is one of such funereal black as its design, its metal bordered by walls made of dusty, poorly stacked ancient-looking stones and covered in moss, reminding one more of a cemetery than a school.
You get out of the car, at the entrance, a duo of police officers in their typical blue uniforms are talking to a teacher. Yes, it had worked.
Crossing the gate and finding yourself on the usual stone path, you notice this too has been affected. The tiles are displaced like a Peruvian ruin, some cobblestones are missing and many others feel flimsy when you step on them. The path is far from the luxury that the student here is used to.
All around you, police officers observe you as they patrol the courtyard in the distance... And carved pumpkins glowing with their own light from the candles protected in their mouths. The number of pumpkins is nameless, they extend as far as the stone path you walk, as if trying to distract from the vegetation that was once so well cared for and is now dead. The gardeners' diligence went to waste, for the bushes are now dry as if from the desert, and the cherry trees are stripped of leaves and darkened until they look like charcoal. They are nothing more than a place for the abundant crows to rest now. The fountain halfway there doesn't go against the trend. Now cracked as if eons had struck it in a single day, and covered with the only vegetation on campus. Brush that claimed its place next to the only source of visible liquid... A red liquid, gushing from the fountain simulating blood.
Finally, you break through the French doors of the school. Inside, well, more of the same.
The principal allowed herself to play Halloween music. The interior was decorated from end to end, lockers turned into various monsters, hallways being traversed by costumes of all colors, the ceiling almost touched by ghost drones laughing during their flight... it was the most festive sight.
But your horror wouldn't come from a chupacabra or the Black Lagoon monster. But from realizing your bare hands. With your thought as fast as you, you walk to the fire equipment and, as it's an emergency case, you break the glass, taking the weapon.
>Zombie kid "Hmm... The glow?"
He asks upon seeing you. You have no time, you take the stairs and go up to the roof with determination. You open the door, and the breeze from the heights blows on your face... there's someone else there, not who you expected.
He turns with curiosity, not with emotion. He has a very fluffy tail like a squirrel, of a red so intense as his hair. His costume? Yuuji Itadori from Jujutsu Kaisen. She? Smoking a cigarette of terrible quality... If you tried to remember, you could recall that this girl is from your class.
Otherwise... it's true. It was supposed to be this after classes. The squirrel gives a slow blink, takes a hand from his pocket and extends it to you. He was holding a pack of Pyramid cigarettes, the worst in history. Without saying anything, he offers you one, which sticks out.
We'd have to kill time...
Implying that you accept keksitoyou can also refuse, smoke one of yours or whatever. You don't have to do exactly the following for the timeskip, it's just for the reference The cigarette touches your lips and, without changing her exhausted expression, she lights it for you.
It's horrible, worse than the times you chewed the Lucky Strike directly. A more disgusting chemical taste and a heavy sensation with every inhale. It would be healthier to smoke a battery...
But it helps pass the time. The clock flies like the smoke from the pyramid, lost in the dizzying wind before the wind grows stronger, announcing the arrival of the helicopter that finally descends to use the roof as a helipad. Luisa watches this with slight confusion as you finally head toward the red bégimo with giant propellers on its casing. Its doors open for you, and you enter.
Inside, a fat pilot greets you.
>Pilot "WELCOME TO GABATO AIRLINES!, Are you ready?, Because here we goooo!"
He doesn't wait for an answer. The helicopter lifts off the ground. With a button press, Gabato activates the propellers, which turn an incandescent red before spitting fire and accelerating the helicopter with a sonic boom before vanishing into the horizon.
>Luisa "..."
She drops her cigarette and stomps on it. Turning around, she raises her hand, waving goodbye to the cloudy sky.
While Gabato suffered from the hypersonic speed, you could enjoy the view. You watched the country change with the kilometers, mutating from a great metropolis to vast pr stretching as far as the eye could see. Isolated hills here and there, and the sky, blue here, as vast as the prairies themselves.
South Dakota... Pretty, but nah, you weren't here for tourism, but to kill a fool.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! Ah, we've arrived."
He cuts the propellers, and through the pilot's window, you spot the famous monument of the four greatest presidents of the country as the helicopter begins to descend. Touch down, and shortly after, so do you. You're still quite a distance from the monument; in the distance, stone arches mark the entrance to the Flag Walk. But then, your phone rings.
If you answer, you'd hear a familiar voice. Your agent's.
>Chris "You've arrived at the meeting place."
"Your enemy is number 6. The favorite number of hell."
"Appropriate. If you win, you become a bigger monster... if you lose, you go to hell."
"Try not to die."
"Remember to do everything you need to do before the fight. Go to the bathroom. Prepare your weapon. Use your skills."
"And when you're ready... Follow the Flag Walk. And head to the Garden of Madness."
Click. It was time to prepare.
>Final preparation: There's a portable luxury bathroom right in front of you. -Bathroom: save You can do whatever you want; if Catherine saves herself by taking a shower, it can be kek
Weapon: What weapon will you start the fight with?
<Fire axe: big, sturdy, and looks awesome. Enough to give you a small dice bonus. -+5 to your base die (roll 105 with this weapon) you really need at least a small upgrade for this fight, so I'm giving you that, keksito -no battery disadvantages
<Cracked brass knuckles: tools that boost your punches. -base die (100) -no battery disadvantages -narratively weaker than your axe with lower base damage
Special Skills:
-Ephiga~: strike an idol pose and say this phrase, roll a 2d6. If you roll a 2 and your enemy feels any attraction toward women, they're stunned for one turn (only works once per fight). (Useless during preparation)
-Queen of Crows (Level 2): roll a 5d6 and choose one of the following item types: *food/medicine: consumable items to heal *money: some cash to spend *random item: an object that doesn't fall into either of the other two categories. Item quality depends on the roll.
>>3384 After finishing the preparations, there was only one way forward. You stepped over the threshold of the great stone arch and entered the Promenade of Flags. It was empty; the association had ensured no soul would interrupt the upcoming fight.
Patriotism all around you. 51 flags, one for each state, accompanied you along the mile of uncertainty to the vantage point where you would find your fate.
At the cliff's edge, eyes fixed high on the mountain faces, you found a smiling young girl showing respect, hand to her forehead in a military salute...
She looked like she'd just left class, still in her typical uniform of shirt, tie, and skirt. If she weren't the only person around, you might have doubted it... but it's her, this smiling brown-skinned girl is Maya Smith... or as she calls herself: Heroine.
>Maya "Ahh... The United States. Our beautiful country!" -she says, finishing the salute-
She faces you, offering a smile as friendly as can be, as if the two of you weren't about to try to kill each other for the entertainment of the entire country in a moment.
"You must be number 7, right?" -she lets out a little giggle- "I didn't expect to be challenged so soon..." -she says, scratching her cheek with a little finger- "but well..."
She turns her back to you again. It would be easy to betray her like that and drive the axe into her back... or her head. However, she looks utterly relaxed... she takes a deep breath and exhales with relief.
"Ahh... Don't you love this... uh...?" -she looks at you- "Sorry, what's your name?"
Then she looks forward again.
"Our founding fathers are watching us... It makes me feel full of nationalist energy! Haha" -she laughs cheerfully- "The things happening in the country... make me feel very bad..."
She's referring to the worrying rise in crime lately. Violence is the daily bread, and terror the normalcy for the common citizen. Many don't dare to go out at night for fear.
She turns and faces you with determination, clenching her fist in a vow to herself.
"That's why I got into this! I plan to reach first place and make these silly fights end. The number one has the power to decide!"
Really...?
Her mission is noble. But the problem was that you were in her way... and she was in yours. She lowers her fist.
"You didn't attack me during all this time I gave you my back..." -she says with a certain regret, the idea seems to sadden her- "..."
Maybe in another life they would have been friends. But today...
"I think I'm ready."
She takes a staff that was leaning against the railing that marks the drop. Her weapon is a simple bo, non-lethal. Very versatile, demonstrated by the way she twirls it as if it were a parade baton.
"...don't be afraid to hurt me." -she says, then frowns- "If you hesitate... I'll get mad at you!"
Maya Smith (Heroine): HP 110%
Die: 120
Maya waits for your move, determined to start simply by blocking to understand your intentions.
I won't reply anymore today, but as I said, starting tomorrow I stop working so I'll be able to dedicate more time to roleplay. Yeepi! So that's it. Turns tomorrow.
>>3391 >I'll answer the loose ends I left above kuek No need, you can just close that and focus on the movie, unless you're still interested in any previous scenes. In which case, go ahead and I'll answer everything.
>>3395 I like it too, but the activation method is very fucked and I wanted it to work at least once before the role ends keksito.
>let's see which one works better for us Seconded.
>Animal Spirit Ayy. Well, help. Although I was expecting at least the dark mode to do saiyan vs ninja kek
>>3396 I noticed that your post from yesterday didn't show up on the main page keksito
>Alex was a Tottenham fan Baseadisimo, nice team.
>never won shit until last season It was Kane's curse, they won right after he left keksito
>yeah, I'm saying it because I saw Alexa, not sure if you care or whatever... Well yes, because now Alexa is a Tottenham fan. In fact, I feel it fits really well among the teams that were available to choose from ayy
>>3397 >No worry OPato, the autistic outburst was mine Okis, just please don't get discouraged. Keep roleplaying your way. I'm not trying to block you, until the moment you put the hamster it was perfect. Just give me a little space to contribute and keep the scenes for both of us. Sorry if I seem annoying, you know I love you the same way the coconuts kek Ah well, kuek is respected
>Sorry for the delay, I'll be super busy with work for a while No need to apologize my amol. I already told you, take all the time you want. Just today I won't send turns. >Aldo I'm free and you take care ayy
>>123968 >Hmm 50/50, no crackhead has shot or stabbed me yet for five bucks, so he probably still thinks he can die from those things
Kuek. Will the bullets be stronger than falling like a meteor on your head and breaking your spine?
Aldo... Now that you mention it, it's curious how he just fought MAN. One of the few without a signature weapon.
>What are they doing? Bench pressing a building? Kek
Something like that... When you go you'll see.
>Not sure if it's worth it if you don't like the autism type Baki
I like Baki, I mean, I like that specific anime. I'm not saying Kengan disgusts me, if I haven't seen it it's just because of the ugly cgi animation they gave it keksito. And if I haven't read it it's because I'm not a manga reader and that's it. I'll give that holyland a chance when I get the opportunity.
>if you're more into books I recommend this one:
I could say, I read every now and then. I wouldn't say I'm a super reader... quite the opposite even kek. But yes I read. In fact, I recently read The Old Man and the Sea... It was okay, but I didn't get why it was considered so damn top.
>I liked it, even though I hate westerns kek
Okay. I'll take a look as soon as I can.
>sorry to interrupt... It's goooood. Mwa.
>luckily I've been clean from that shit for quite a while kek
Don't relapse, invest your time in better games... Like No More Heroes kek
>I remember back then you were debating style>substance and vice versa, did you reach a conclusion, negroide?
I don't know kek. Mostly I do what I think will be fun. In this case, for me this RP is pure style. Because that's the essence of No More Heroes, there's a narrative and all, but the thing is presenting it all super cool with flags and fireworks.
>To me, most of 2022 passed to a better life, I think almost none of the ones I knew from that year are still alive
Nah... Cuervo was Swarm I'm saying this only because he literally admitted it in that RP kek and even though I'm not good at deducing, I think I know who Mosquito is kek. The thing is whether they'd be willing to come back. Too much time has passed since then.
>d-doesn't he?
Well-
>Ignorance is bliss, ushcale ushcale kek Keksito. Yeah, better it stays a mystery.
>>No mommypeia Hot but you'll end up below, anoncito >>No padresweet "Huh?!", wait. No. Sweet seems more like a cool bro friend, not for that kind of stuff, bold kek
>OPedro... kek There are no laws against kaijins!, Muajaja
>Speaking of that, do the angelics have a dad or was it the immaculate conception style? Or does Marilena eat them like mantises, I don't know Kek Bees and little birds. In this universe Marilena did have her babies kek
>OP that's literally love power kekaso
Well, it's a GOOD trope. And you're gonna love the POWERUPS from friendship.
>So like rizzing... gives you powers? Not ironically, yes.
>I don't know why that character archetype always works kek
Kek. Seconded. I'll never forgive Popopoka for going back to the blind girl, you fucking
>What, this RP wasn't singleplayer? I'm weak, okay? Keksito. I couldn't say no to my Robin or Catherine. Or to Owen, who just revived for this, ayy. And Trevor was already there, I basically opened the RP for him. You joined because I'd already made 7 monkeys, that other guy trolled me and Viceroy was too sexy. Not a joke kek. It was a big part of the reason I gave you the pass before knowing it was youI'm too weak against lolis...
>What are four people doing in this dump? Kek "Huh? Dump?!" If you don't like it, here's the door! points to a hole in the wall covered by a curtain Kek
>Are you sure this isn't a ponzi scheme, OPato? Shh... Don't question it. You just pay kek
>>3400 >Cat /In school/ Cat accepted the gesture of the classmate; she filled her lungs with the bad smoke. The ideas began to become clear and concise. According to some studies, smoking a cigarette takes away 20 minutes of your life… Now that she thinks about it, death is the only constant in her life; when she isn't having nightmares, she simply floats in absolute darkness. Her family is totally destroyed. If she falls, everything falls. Cat has refused to die, and will continue to refuse until everything is in order.
----Many thanks, classmate!---- She said solemnly, ----Those idiots above want me dead, but I won't give them the pleasure. Pray for me. Pray to any god.---- Cat gave a thumb up and left.
/In Dakota/
"the devil hides behind the cross," is a phrase said by a priest in Don Quixote; and at this moment she finds it incredibly appropriate: She would like to trust the intentions of the girl, but her "patriotism" lies on the border of being vomit-inducing and "kitsch." A 'Performance' emptied.
Cat remained silent, listening; she continued observing, and believes she knows how her opponent's psyche works: Her courtesy is false. A facade that hides something; she doesn't know what exactly, but she doesn't believe it's good. She didn't attack her for being honorable, simply because she didn't care.
Cat waits for a response from Miss Smith, but there is none.
----Ugh. This bitch.---- She thought. ----Well, I don't think it'll do any harm to do something stupid.
Cat decides to advance towards the front: Without attacking, dragging the axe. She walks a few meters until she stops, maintaining a healthy distance from her rival.
>Cat (Teach her a little humility, the show-off) 1d100 = 46
>>3402 >Cat ----Ha… Ha-h… Pff~---Cat began to lose composure, losing herself in a sarcastic laugh. She could no longer contain herself, this is stupid. After some time, Cat regained her composure and gave her adversary a mocking smile.
----Oh, how cute you are. Do you think because you survived a fight you're invincible? Do you think covering yourself with the flag makes you bulletproof, perhaps? No, dear, your idealism is simple and plain arrogance.--- Cat spreads her arms in a challenge.---- Well, you're supposed to be the host, or are you expecting me to do everything? Well… As you like.
Cat takes the axe with both hands, and in an instant, swings the weapon at Smith, hoping to split her in half.
>>3391 It's never enough for you, Natalia Lafourcade! These cuts were just a scratch for number 7! You exclaim with ferocity, but the serene ninja doesn't lose her composure. She knows she must go all out, so she prepares a deadly technique... THE CHIDORI.
With lightning in hand, she launches herself at you at maximum speed. You anticipate the torment. And when it becomes inevitable, you relax and enjoy it. You pull out your weapon, completely discharged and useless, and wave it in front of you as if you were The blow pierced your chest explosively. Your muscular pecs burst open completely to make room in your chest for the killing strike. The Chidori destroys whoever receives it internally; the impact made your heart explode because of your love and you who think that's very normal along with your lungs and ribcage, while simultaneously opening a hole the size of a plate in your torso. It's not an external illusion; the damage doesn't disperse in any way, you tanked it completely... without showing the slightest sign of pain.
<Owen 48% that's why the super gym is important, if you improved your vitality now you'd have 58 kek
Kaguya trembled as if she'd seen death in person. She leaped desperately backward with all her strength just as you opened your eyes, now tinted yellow around your penetrating pupils.
"What is this?!"
You're surrounded by a layer of stone, just as a clone of Kaguya appears behind you to prove she did right by distancing herself. Her fist connects with the rock coating you, and in a second it's completely petrified. Falling to the ground like some strange statue.
"..."
She didn't understand, but she was on guard. Then the stone begins to explode, your arms grow and stretch, covered in thick fur. Your fingers turn into claws sharper than a laser knife, your legs become even more massive and muscular, your head undergoes the metamorphosis too. Your jaws stretch and increase their power like never before in your imagination.
When the stone finally falls, Kaguya can find your eyes again. See what you've become... A 3-meter duck bear man, bloodthirsty with a roar contained in his throat ready to bring down buildings.
"What kind of monster are you...?"
Kaguya searches her ninja bag and pulls out a kusarigama. Also known as a kama with a chain, while with her free hand she prepares a new jutsu... Or rather... The same one from before.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
1d120 = 12
Now in the next post I'll explain the abilities the animal spirit gives you
>>3407 ESPÍRITU ANIMAL OF OWEN EXPLAINED. Papaoso turns into a real bear.
You have 3 forms to use the animal spirit, interchangeable as you want in combat. There is no penalty for switching from one form to another.
>Bear Part Mode You get a specific part of the bear. Like its arms, legs or head. It serves more narratively because it doesn't have special powers that you can't get in the second mode kek.
>Man-Bear Mode You become the missing link between man and bear. Or more precisely THE BEAR KING. Special abilities. -super roar: roll a 3-sided die. If it lands on 1 you push your opponent with the power, 2 cancels one of the enemy's dice and 3 stuns the enemy for a turn. It can only be used once per combat. -petrification: spit a magical ray from your mouth that turns your opponent to stone for a turn if it hits. Normal die, this ability is still imperfect. For the endgame it becomes instant kill kek -Blood Sucking Bite: you're thirsty for blood. When you bite you recover a bit of health, the amount of health recovered depends on the die.
>Full Bear Mode You no longer have hands, but you trade that for almost all the previous abilities and a new one. -Ball: a one-time attack. Turn into a sphere and spin around with everything against the enemy. Use a 150-sided die. (In Full Bear Mode you can't use petrification because you're not the Bear King, just a super bear)
Die: in any form except when using a mentioned power you use base die +10 That is /roll{1d100+10 (close the brace) Or if you use the turbo hit at maximum it would be 110 +10 /roll{1d110+10} And so kek
>>3397 Can we not politicize everything? Some would say, and we would reply that we can't. Let's talk about political shit!
>Oracle Oracle !FIN!
+¡$1000!
That was the pay you should receive, but there are no ten Benjamin Franklins.
Current money: $540
This couldn't stay like that... You get to retry the job. >>3381
This resets, the fallen coconut trees grow again in a blink and reducing redundancy: manhandling, tithes and you get 9 super coconuts that you deliver to Oracle.
>+¡$900!
>money current: $1440
"Very well... Very well... But... Shh... Listen..." -speaks in a low voice- "this... Is only the first step... Okay...? Now I'll recommend you to the place of paid beatings and listen to this: I'll leave you a special assignment... Keep waking up."
"Ahem. Do you want pro-system lemonade?"
Return to normality. Your job here was done. Never said it better.
>retry job (Throw another 5 dice to get more money, you keep the one you already have and this is added to it) >change job (Try another job) >quit part-time job (Leave)
>>3385 I forgot Imagine if I accepted the hug and said "I'm a fan of you, dude" or something like that >Trevor
>Can I?
"Sure."
>Ohh... It's a dollar, no doubt about that... Did you know that people actually created money to make trade easier since barter was a very unfair system?
"Amazing..."
>But I don't know if it's more fair jajaja.
"jaja"
The next one is chumli who lifts the bitelle to analyze it as thoroughly as possible.
>Yeah... And here we have George Washington... Do you know who George Washington is?
"Nah."
>He was famous for being the first president of the United States... They chose him because they saw him as a worthy leader to follow and a hero... at that time the election was unanimous.
Uhh, yeah, whatever... He doesn't care much about politics or history.
"I'd beat him one on one..." What does interest him are these baby guns. Raise an arm to flex it in front of the camera.
>Let me call an expert to check it. Maybe he can give us a second opinion.
"Whatever..." This was probably bad for him, but he wasn't in a condition to think too much about it.
Rick leaves, leaving him with chumli.
>And... Do you like Star Wars?
"...." He scratches his chin. "I don't get it..."
"Did dark vader die in star wars 3 because he appears in star wars 6? That's not realistic..." Trevor doesn't understand the concept of a prequel.
--
>Well, friend... sorry for making you wait. Right now an expert in national history will come to tell us how much this really is worth.
As soon as he announces it, a man who recognized watching the program enters through the door.
>Let me see... ohhh money, money, money... >Do you see anything interesting? >Yeah, Rick... Look at this.
Trevor also approaches to see what's going on.
>This is a one dollar bill that we call 'starred' precisely because of that asterisk at the end of its serial number (...) And this one is very rare because it's from series A, 1981. In this condition, so well preserved... it's very uncommon.
Damn, really...?
It was supposed to be just a piece of shit bill. What luck.
>And how much do you think it's worth? >Well, Rick. You know I always say that history is invaluable... There's no price for history
"Hm..."
>Normally, these from this series are valued between... 500 and 1,000 dollars.
"Nice..."
>Alright! Thank you very much, Mark.
The man leaves, and once again they were alone to start the haggling.
>Well... With that new information... I can offer you 100 dollars.
"...." Trevor scratches his chin thoughtfully. He wanted to sell the tension in front of the cameras.
>I know he said 500, but friend... I have to make some money. How many people do you think are looking for a bill with a star in its serial number? It could be in my store muuuuuch longer before finding a buyer. I have to make some money
"I don't think you understand Rick. My sweat and blood are on the line, you know how much grass I had to cut to earn that dollar? Help me out here, old man..."
"For both of us to be satisfied, I'll ask for a price in the middle between 100 and a billion... Give me..." He does a couple of calculations in his head...
"... A million. You lose nothing, and you take the dollar."
>>3401 >It was the curse of Kane, they won as soon as Keksito left That's why they are >>> Kane
>I feel like it fits very well between the teams to choose for me it was between Tottenham and Chelsea, because both are posh. but Tottenham is more memeable and interesting kek
>>3409 Two nobodies fighting over nothing, in nowhere, with no one as a witness.
"You don't understand me... I don't like any kind of government. Government is system... and I'm anti-system!"
"Interesting, I'll jot that down on my invisible typewriter."
Types into the air. By the end of the day, the only thing separating communists from anarchists is not showering.
"I could destroy your reality with facts and logic right now."
"I could destroy your reality with facts and nini~" He mimics it perfectly, opening and closing his hand like a puppet. "Update yourself, old man, now we call them 'factos'."
He rests a finger on his chin and lowers his gaze—his joke extrapolates into a spotlight igniting at the peak of his skull.
"For example, did you know that in a quarter of a million years, there's never been an anarchist government? Not primitive, not modern, not a single one."
He stirs the manure, because that's where truth ferments.
"Romantic and sexual relationships of any kind are a method used by the government to exert power over the population and make them consume. Don't be fooled."
She wrinkles her face in an 'eww, weirdo' expression.
"Aishh geez, don't you want me to introduce you to a friend, Oloraculo? Her name's Pippi, maybe she'll help you forget the mental wank of some dude who died like... what? A thousand years ago? America was probably busy killing Brits when that crap was written."
Without consensus, they move into the ring. With a flick of the hand, they splinter tons of wood into thousands of shavings. He coughs up a cloud of sawdust. As the smoke clears, she sees superfrogs rolling at her feet. Instantly, her bony wallet swells into obesity.
Listen to this: I'll give you a special assignment...
"Yeah...?"
She timidly leans her ear toward the screen.
Keep waking up.
"And how... agh!" She grunts, shoving him away and glaring with all the resentment she can muster. "Fine, god, whatever, you win, I'm an anarchist—so what? Do I unlock Matrix powers now? What kind of creepy, all-powerful entity with greasy hands from eating fries would use me as a puppet? Huh? Huh?"
She pinches the bridge of her nose, finding not an ounce of sense in it. If she were in a video game, she'd customize herself as an unstoppable beast trained in a thousand martial arts, not a nearsighted teenage girl.
Without further ado, she prepares for a third and fourth round, two more shoto uchi followed by a flamboyant kiai, clearing trees in a chain. This time she goes gourmet, jamming her finger into the husk of a superfrog, tilting it up, and chugging it down to the bare bottom—she wanted to know if it tasted as bland as its kin.
Regardless of how much she earns, she already has a clear direction. She heads straight to the Tiger Dojo.
Before leaving, she notices the palm trees sprout back as soon as she cuts them. She rubs her eyes and adjusts her glasses from the frame—no, it's not an optical illusion.
"Can I repeat this as many times as I want...?" She asks Oloraculo, bewildered. "Could I do it until I make a million or something?" It sounds like a video game exploit—she even feels a bit illegal, stealing like this from K-entertainment.
Soon after, she waves goodbye and heads off to the dojo.
She lets out a tiny comment into the air upon seeing the kunoichi's blush while pulling at the hard, wide neck of... Her bat... Anyway, Kaguya approaches with her Chidori and sees Owen in a very indecent pose.
The bat recharges.
Now the slot machine!
A little tune signals the arrival of that ability, and now that I think about it, him closing his eyes while making pelvic and phallic movements with a girl very close by isn't exactly a good combination, aside from looking like a pervert showing his dick to people in parks. Inside his mental world, he can see all the casino hustle, smell its aromas, feel everything around him, and grab the machine that can give a big prize. And yes, he gets a good prize! Three BARs! He expected something more ambitious, but from that to getting nothing and screwing himself over kuek is already a win! A small giggle escapes him, and he only manages to say:
"Not bad."
The presumed slot machine hallucination ends, returning to his slightly disadvantaged position, meaning having a fucking hole in his chest isn't exactly comfortable. And Owen, coming back to himself, sees that scene. Kaguya pierces him without mercy, causing a pain he never thought he'd feel in his fucking life. Literally, his heart explodes for her. Well, if we're talking about love, other organs end up the same way, turned into blood soup.
However, Owen bites his lips, avoiding screaming desperately. He holds back the pain so much that bulging veins appear all over his forehead, as if he were holding back the urge to go to the bathroom. To increase the AURA bet, he starts moving in circles so the girl's arm goes even deeper into him, and the distance becomes so short that she can feel his deep, very hot breath on her beautiful face.
"Is... Is that all?" She stares fixedly into his hallucinated eyes, getting so close that their foreheads collide and his blood stains her. Suddenly, he grabs her by the arms so she can't back away, forcing her to face him head-on, turning this into a staring contest, a battle of souls, to see which of them has the stronger spirit to be the true Number 6. But the slot machine does its thing, and Owen lets go. That's exactly when his transformation begins... Into a beast...
"AGHHHHHHH."
As if this were the start of Thriller or when Ned Flanders turns into a werewolf, the Number One delinquent starts shaking violently. His eyes glow like a wild animal's, and he begins to be enveloped by a kind of rocky cocoon that turns anything it touches to stone—something that happens to Kaguya's shadow clone... Owen doesn't understand what's happening either. He jerks his head side to side frantically, tearing his own skin and causing more wounds, growling as hair starts sprouting where there was none before. "Did puberty hit him so late?!" No! His nails were sharpening into fucking scalpels, his snout elongating, and his muscles swelling.
A one-eyed Australian would be excited happy to see Owen's furry transformation, but the ninja girl is definitely not happy. She knows what true terror is like Cell, and it's coming in the form of a bear-man pig with a lost gaze, wrapped in a mix of death and destruction. It's as if he'd become a cocaine-addicted bear, but no, it's much worse... Owen roars, roaring with all his might at the kunoichi.
He drools, sheds tons of fur, growls gutturally, and smells like a wet animal! Well, not that different from human Owen! Anyway, he notices Kaguya preparing to throw something at him, and without wasting time, he propels himself with his hind legs to try and charge the girl, landing two claw swipes before grabbing her hips with his jaws and lifting her up to shake her like a rabbit! He wants to eat her! Unfortunately, not in the way he intended.
>>3402 >>3403 Luisa accompanies you to smoke on the rooftop, both kiss the worst cigarettes on the face of the earth, and let time fly as fast as the helicopter coming for you. You step away from the little squirrel girl, determined to go for the victory.
>Luisa /elipsis/
Your new opponent worships the country, and promises a future where no American, man, woman, or child, must fear going out at night! That's her vision, and that's why she climbs. Or so you suppose she wants you to believe, behind that friendly smile, or that sorrow for fighting you, lies the characteristic evil of the ranking. It must be so.
She waits for your move, and you make her wait sitting. You approach dragging your weapon across the floor, and as if your strength were transmitted to your weapon through contact, the rock opens by the blade's pass, turning you into the first plow of concrete. The young girl slightly crouches more, ready to go on the defensive the moment it were necessary... But then, you stay still.
>Maya >124411 >>3415 Keksito. It's incredible how every die was worse than the previous one. But whatever, that. Remember you rolled die 105.
>>3410 As usual, the object brought to the store is subject to inspection and material that inspires a lot of curious data. The image of the president was the striking thing for Chomlí, the father of the country.
>Chomlí Rick "Hey, you can't come in with a weapon. iji ji"
A little later, Rick runs off to the confessional. You end up in a one-on-one with Chom, who tries to have some casual conversation about Star Wars, since he's a fan.
>Chomlí Mark "And you friend, you're really lucky jejee"
After that, it's time to haggle. The price is updated to 100 miserable dollars, you could earn that by collecting a single super coconut... but nonetheless, you look thoughtful. There's a shot of just your thoughtful expression with suspense music for a moment while Rick tries to convince you with his classic move. You must rebut with intelligence and pity.
>Rick Now: $1.000.000
Rick opens his eyes wide.
>Chomlí "Snails... I don't know, Rick..."
>Rick "Agh... I can't give you that amount... you have to understand me. You know it's excessive..." -sighs- "damn, you know what? 500... I can give you 500."
>Was: $1.000.000 >Now: $500
"It's all I can offer you. It's an interesting relic, but I can't go higher."
>Marrona con pinta de ilegal "800."
A little brown-skinned dwarf with clothing that made her look like a stereotypical dictator from the Middle East, with a bit of Hindu because they're all the same shit, makes a counteroffer for you.
>Was: $500 >Now: $800
>Rick "And you are...?"
>Marrona con pinta de ilegal (Carmelita) "I'm his representative."
...it's Carmelita, looking at her properly, she has the same face. But she does look different.
>Rick "Huh, do you have a representative?" -you ask-
"Agh... You know what? 700. I give you 700 and I'm taking a risk."
He said it!
//
>That's why it's Son >>> Kane Not ironically yes, I've always thought that little chink is quality. He's the backbone of Tottenham.
>Alexa all Premier League ends: CUMMMOOOOOOON SPEEEEEHS (spurs) SCOOOOH SUM BLOODY GOOOOOOALS
>for me it was between tottenham and chelsea, because both are posh. but tottenham is more memeable and interesting kek There's already a difference, yeah, I see Alex working well as either of the two, but I think Alexa fits too much with Tottenham. Chelshit gives another aura... Although it would justify a bit the bad mood they carry kek
>Agh... I can't give you that amount... you have to understand me. You know it's excessive... damn it, do you know what? 500... I can give you 500.
The haggling gets complicated. Both parties had their expectations, however, Trevor was losing the initiative if he only accepted reducing his price to the three digits. This was the opposite of what he wanted...
>That's all I can offer you. It's an interesting relic, but I can't go higher.
It is then that a HERO arrives.
>800
"¡...!"
>And you are...?
"Did you also see it?"
>I'm his representative.
As if it were a gift from heaven, the one least expected appears to put pressure on Rick. His rival stumbles, forcing him to use his secret technique...
>Agh... Do you know what? 700. I'll give you 700 and I'm taking a risk.
"Taking a risk." Once you hear those words, the negotiation is almost closed. You've brought Rick to the limit, but he decides what that limit is.
However, Trevor had a ace up his sleeve...
"Rick, you're forgetting something..."
Trevor rummages in his pocket and pulls out the cigarette that Luisa had given him, barely having smoked half I think, and if not then retcon
"It's true, the old man said it would sell for 500... Or rather..."
snap
He hits the cigarette with a finger, lighting it with just friction.
"Between 500 and 1000 dollars."
Trevor drops the bomb. Despite being drunk, he paid attention to what the other guy said. Exceeding the 500 price was barely a risk in this sale. There's an entire horizon beyond the three digits that they haven't even explored...
"I learned something in 17 years, it's that when I see something on television, I want it for myself."
He puts the cigarette in his mouth.
"This is America. If we don't see it on TV, it practically doesn't exist. The 90% of the country surely didn't know there were star notes. But now that they saw it on The Price of History? Demand is going to increase. If I sell it to you for 700, you won't sell it for 1000, you'll surely double that price in less than a week. Maybe triple it. The fair price would be that I ask you for $2000..."
"But there's something else you haven't taken into account..."
He puts a finger on the bill. "This isn't just a star note. From today on, it's the star note that came up on The Price of History... 3000$ for a historical and televised relic? It sounds like a joke. Give it a year and we'll be talking about 10 thousand."
"And what would I be left with? Practically nothing... Unless..."
He lifts the bill from the counter.
"I keep it and watch the price go up. I'll sell it to someone who wants it more. That money would be mine alone..."
He puts the bill back on the counter, this time covering it with his hand.
"I'm doing you a favor Rick... My last offer..."
He takes out the cigarette...
"5000 dollars... And believe me, I'm taking a risk."
Ohh yeah, things had changed. Now, with your wallet full of money earned through -null- effort, the world is yours to subjugate. Paper money rules in this dirty city, nah... In this stupid planet. And what would you do with a good pair of thousands of dollars, the best damn currency? Well, easy. Invest in your education... MARTIAL.
When you arrive, maybe it wasn't what you imagined. The building is the most discreet, walls completely made of bricks with no paint, and polarized windows to the point of being opaque. If it weren't for the signs it has, which were written in Chinese, or Japanese or something like that, nothing would indicate it's a dojo instead of one of those ultra generic office buildings where a failed Iowa girl would work.
Anyway, although it would go unnoticed for anyone else, not for you. So without further ado, you enter the place in search of improving your skills...
Inside... well, wow, were you really in the dojo? You find what seems like a kind of living room, some sofas, a table in the middle, a television and a guy sitting playing video games. On the screen, the NES Mario Bros jumping with quality, and avoiding every enemy as if it were a piece of cake.
>Subject "Ah..." -pauses the game- I don't even remember if you could pause kekazo
The man leaves the control on the couch and does a spinning jump, ending up standing on the backrest of this with his hands in his pockets. White hair, blindfolded eyes... Hey, it's Gojo!
"Great, I was going to tell you we're closed, but it seems you have potential." -he lets himself fall and crouches to look at you closely- "From now on, I'm your handsome teacher Gollo Satoru." -well, almost- "And you are...?"
He straightens up.
"Ah. You'll start your training immediately. Now you're very weak. But you can surely learn something interesting... This seems appropriate for your level:"
>TIGER TECHNIQUES! -¡Super form!: call the chaos emeralds to achieve a legendary transformation <$500 to learn
-¡Third die!: Tired of only being able to do two miserable actions? Unleash the power to roll three dice with this incredible ability. <$700 to be able to learn
-Doppelganger: Create a copy of yourself that mimics all your movements. But it must be tamed first, since it's a wicked copy. <Free!
"Did you notice? The first one is Sonic's. Do you like Sonic?" -he asks- "These are basic techniques, but you have to learn one or you'll die without exploding your potential." -he shrugs-
>>3413 Opening your eyes, you find Kaguya in the middle of a murder. Yours. The girl is shocked because you haven't died, and it only gets worse once you let her arm, already piercing through you, go even further as if nothing. Sweat pours down her forehead, and though her eyes remain closed, she stares at you in stunned disbelief.
>Kaguya +15%! >Owen: 45%
"Agh..."
<Kaguya 48%
(It's... terrifying...)
"I'll... have to go all out..."
Kaguya stands up with visible effort.
<Kaguya 44%
She's really bleeding a lot. But she still had one last trick up her sleeve...
Heterochromia. One red, one purple. The Sharingan... and the Rinnegan. Keksito was too damn powerful She also lowers her mask completely, revealing her face. She's beautiful, no surprise there...
"FIRE STYLE: GREAT FIRE DRAGON JUTSU!"
She takes a deep breath and blows, launching a massive dragon made of fire.
>>3418 The negotiation is leaving you completely at a disadvantage. Rick didn't want to go any higher, and could've ended this with a simple 'tss, sorry, buddy'. And then, when you needed a hand the most, the smell of curry announced a firm, surprise counter-offer.
Just like those times a character pops up out of nowhere beside you in Ace Attorney's courtroom. A sandy-brown version of Carmelita, hardened by haggling from her sandy roots and by tech support scams. Without a doubt, extravagant enough to cause general confusion in the place.
However, Rick won't fall for it so easily. When he sees a colorful project on the table, he doesn't flinch and lays down his Full House. His last trump card, the 'I'm gambling' that makes Indian Carmelita sweat curry.
Rick "Forgetting... something?"
You pull out the trash Luisa gave you. Carmelita offers you a lighter for more movies, but you ignore her.
>Chomli "Ehh... You can't smoke inside..."
But Rick is too focused on you to pay attention. Things were about to turn... your way, or into shit. It was all or nothing.
>Rick Chomli Sandy Carmelita "Me too, saar."
>Rick "What are you trying to get at?"
Was: $700 >Now: $5000
>Sandy Carmelita "Seems reasonable." -lies-
>Rick "..."
She looks down, looks at you, looks to the side. Sighs... then turns her gaze to you with some pain.
"Thousand."
>Was: $5000 >Now: $1000
She extends her hand for you to shake. This proves it, it's final, she won't raise a cent more.
"Take it or leave it."
>Chomli "Are you sure, Rick...?"
>Carmelita (Take it, idiot, take it!, It's a fucking dollar with an asterisk!)
Pro tip: you can bring some food to the fights to recover health
>☆☆☆full load☆☆☆
Carmelita and you leave the place, you with a new stack of fresh bills.
>+$1001 >current money: $1150
>Carmelita "Bro, you really scammed that bald guy..."
She mentions it, then steps forward a bit faster to block your path. She crosses her arms and looks at you seriously, in this new version of hers without glasses, there's nothing to hide her furrowed brow.
"but can you tell me what the hell you're doing in this state, brother?, don't you think you have things to attend to...? Like... I don't know..." -he raises his arms upwards- "The ranking!"
He looks around.
"...hm..." -although he doesn't dislike Vegas- "Do you... repeat that you were going to be around here?, tourism or...?"
If your intentions were touristy... Maybe he didn't have much problem with it.
>>3420 "Why don't you move to ayyti if you like it so much?"
Oráculo presents himself as an ultra-enlightened ascended being, celibate involuntarily, truecel, volcel, redpilled, blackpilled, anti-Zionist, fully awake, pro-life, a washing machine, a refrigerator, and every other label spewed by people who scroll through Twitter twenty hours a day.
Angélica thinks about her net worth, calling it scant is generous. With no other option, she sets out to profit at the expense of some idiot executive in K-entertainment.
"The first step is accepting that you don't understand the world. And until you take that step, I won't speak to you again except to explain the jobs you choose."
In the darkness of her eyelids, I doubted more than once that the silence wasn't mutual.
"Oloraculo, I..." A hand was placed on his chest, externalizing pity for him. "You're not special, you're not an anarchist, you don't have autism, you don't have ADHD, you're not neurodivergent or any of those other stupidities to sell pills. You simply need to train social skills, get out of your cave, and exercise."
He's as stubborn as a rock sunk at the bottom of a river. Not even his self-help seminar, nor a hundred more, will make him reconsider. Not today. Not ever. In a verbal dead end, his few urges fit into the convex silhouette of his skull. He impales it with a finger, uncorks it, and drinks. His puffed-out cheeks flatten at the voracious speed he swallows; with five watery gulps*, the rind cracks between his fingers as he dents it with the pressure of the sip, as if the fruit breathed with him, siphoning liquid and air to return it in a tiny burp.
It doesn't last. Nothing good lasts. He wipes the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and drops the fruit at his feet.
"Peace, Oloraculo."
Two of his fingers open into the old hippie V. The beach is now bare of people; surely Oloraculo can continue his guru-ing with some squirrel.
>>>Tiger's Dojo.
>protip: gain charisma to get extra money
(Does charisma make me Jewish?)
Dramatic pause. She hears and answers herself internally.
(No. No, no. I don't think so.)
She furrows her brow as if solving algebra and not some stupidity she invented herself.
(I mean, if that were the case, all bankers, tycoons, and politicians would be... well. Yes. But that's not the point.)
She self-censors the "haha minorities" joke and looks forward again. Her phone serves as a tour guide, leading her to an office complex that looks more like a clandestine abortion clinic. She studies the entrance with suspicion, knocks with her knuckles on the door, tries to get attention with a couple of anyone there? and when nothing but air answers, she decides to enter. The interior is a mausoleum of obsolete equipment: A fan that sounds like a broken propeller and a bulky television connected to a prehistoric console. She raises her hand with her fingers clenched in a wave. Immediately, her jaw swings at right angles as she sees the most ultra-realistic cosplay of that guy from the tiki-taka edits.
"Great, I was going to tell you we're closed, but it looks like you have potential." "You are..." She stomps her foot, thinking insistently, as if searching for wifi signal in her memory. "You are..." They look at each other. "You are..." Eureka! "The one from the Lady Gaga song," she proclaims with a wide grin.
She hums it in a high-pitched voice. As she examines her up close, the girl takes a step forward with the pen she stole borrowed from Becky.
"C-Can you give me an autograph for my mom? She's a big fan of yours, uh, her name is Angelica Jhonson, and also one for my cousin, uh, his name is also Angelica Jhonson."
"From now on, I am your handsome professor, Gollo Satoru."
She stifles fangirl giggles against the fabric of her sleeve. Without blinking, she pokes and sniffs at inches of such delicate skin, examining muscle as if she were at a butcher shop. His arms were as thick as his back, they look designed to strangle bears and carry them like handbags. And he's so tall she has to crane her neck to look at him. The vertical distance forces her to take a deep breath.
"I-I-I-I-I am, a-and, I-I am, I am, I-I"
Where hormones reign, neurons don't. Her tongue slips and the pigments on her face flush; calling him handsome would be like calling a puddle an ocean. Gollo restarts her, showcasing his school's techniques, and what she sees accentuates one eyebrow in such a way that it seems to want to desert her face and seek a better life on another face.
> Super form!
She sticks out her tongue slightly, thoughtfully pressed against her cheek.
"Like Koku?"
> Third die!
"What..."
> Doppelganger!
"...the hell?"
She signed up for martial arts, not the basement sorcery club. Conjuring punches = yes. Conjuring entities = please no. At this point, she feels like she's being played, and that's not something she's going to let slide. Without taking her eyes off him, she pulls out her wallet, counts from 100 to 1500, and deposits them into his hand with a tap.
"If it's true, I'll give you double. If it's false, I want you to take off your shirt and d-dance."
She's betting money she doesn't even have, after all, magic doesn't exist outside of Cucamonda's mind.
"Give me all three."
"Did you realize? The first one is Sonic's. Do you like Sonic?"
She swings her head from one shoulder to the other as if saying "so-so."
"Sonic? What a weird way to say Sonichu. I absolutely love Sonichu. Especially when he learns to escape real-life problems by running really fast. I relate."
It's impossible not to know him; Christian Weston Chandler is an undeniable cultural vector of modern society. In his works, one can trace echoes of the Eastern shonen tradition, while from the Western hybrid perspective, the monomyth of the hero. It's hard to believe Marvel hasn't signed him yet to bring him to the big screen.
"Did you know Sonichu has like ten girlfriends? I want that. I want that power."
She says with dead seriousness, her fist clenched to the point of grinding. The tendon vibrates up her forearm. It looks like she's about to break or break something.
The three A's: Adored, Admired, and Affluent. Angelica wants the complete package and would sweat for it.
Congratulations on being free OPato, sniffSniff, I'm not jealous at all, sniff
The two dealers shake hands. The haggling session concludes with a done deal. Trevor had turned one dollar into a thousand, and Rick had gotten a dollar and a chain...
"This is live, right? Greetings to mom and dad, to my cousin Brian who went to work in Manhattan. Greetings to the guy who gave me a job too, I don't remember his name but I wouldn't be here without him."
He makes a phone gesture. "And this is for Sabrina Carpenter. I know you watch this show, call me."
--
He leaves the pawn shop with his companion, and more importantly, with his new money. It was too tempting to take a good sniff of all this fresh cash.
snifffff
"Hahhh... There are people who live without understanding this pleasure..." Like communists... That almost reminds him of something he had pending to do. Almost...
>can you tell me what the hell you're doing in this state, brother?, Don't you think you have things to attend to...?
"Yeah, yeah... I'm trying to remember."
>The ranking!
"Ah. You mean that."
Yes...
"I thought the umpa lumpas were fictional." He completely ignores the main topic.
"Does that mean Willy Wonka is real too? Didn't they try to sue him for that forced labor crap? The guy also killed a bunch of kids in front of their parents, imagine how much money they would have gotten from him..."
He still didn't realize it was Carmelita. He assumed 'representative' was some kind of bluff that only Rick understood.
>Could you... repeat what you were going to do around here?, Tourism or...?
"Hmm..."
He takes one last drag from the shitty cigarette, sucking it pause until nothing of its miserable existence remained.
He drops it on the floor and crushes it.
"Whatever the alcohol tells me."
He was going to take advantage of the poison left in his system, and if it wasn't enough? Well, he would drink more, that's what the money was for, and for that...
"We're in Las Vegas."
He pulls out the car keys, starts Betty, and throws himself into the seat.
"...We should do whatever the hell we want..."
The engine starts to roar, giving Carmelita the opportunity to make a decision. Go with him, or return to her mundane life?
"First stop... The North Star..."
---
... And that's how Trevor had the craziest night of his life in Las Vegas. Gambling, drinking, partying, marrying a complete stranger, robbing a bank, losing all the money after doing business with the wrong person, but ending up with only $1001 after a final high-stakes bet, and other things that OP and I will skip with the excuse that he had a hangover, because I'm already eager to start the second day kek
>>3427 tldr my first day ended, do whatever with trevor aldo i don't know if the money to fight him on the 6th has to be deposited on the first day or if it can be on the second, but in the first case let's say i deposit it before sleeping
>>3425 Oracle is not going to Haiti because the idea is to change the cradle of the system, you didn't go to the tiger's dojo for personal reasons that get lost in time once the map marks it as a point of interest.
Aside from the sloppy presentation, which could be grounds for criticism... your professor turns out to be none other than...
>Gollo current money: $1440
<Sonic? What a weird way to say Sonichu. I really, really love Sonichu.
"He was talking about Sonic, the blue hedgehog from the games created by Sega." -he's a GAMER-
<(...)I relate
"Ah, not me... Normally problems run away from me. It's a bit boring."
<Did you know Sonichu has like ten girlfriends? I want that. I want that power
"Ahh..." -he smiles, he always seems carefree, he doesn't even react to your weak little fist- "That's easy." -for him- "Now let's gooo, we have to train." -he says and grabs your arm, both of you disappear-
>>3425 Instantly, so fast you can barely process how quickly it happened, you are in another room. You didn't even get to blink or anything, it was, without a doubt, teleportation. Your teacher lets you go, and lets you understand where you are, it is this time what you would expect from a dojo. Several meters of tatami and a trio of practice dummies planted in a triangle formation a few meters from you.
Gollo walks until he is a sporting distance from you. He holds up two fingers and smiles at you.
"Alright, pay attention. I'll explain each of the powers and you choose which scene we'll enact." -or if you want to do all three at once- although I would recommend learning doppelganger separately for convenience, it's your decision
"Let's start with super form. It's easy... just concentrate on calling the chaos emeralds... And roll a 100-sided die." -he tilts his head slightly forward-
1d100 = 12
7 colored gems come flying at full speed and start spinning around Gollo at full speed.
"Sonic has many transformations, did you know? You can access all of them with these chaos emeralds. But... not you yet. Also, each gem allows you to use chaos control. But you'll learn that later."
"As you can see, I don't activate them yet. But when you choose to transform, you in particular will have access to three possible transformations: wolf girl, golden knight, and darkspine. They aren't the strongest, but they are what you can achieve."
Super form: 01 - 50 wolf girl 51 - 79 - golden knight 80 - 100 - darkspine Viceroy
//
"You don't know the triple die? Wow, you're weak... Just roll three dice. Like this."
He raises his arms, throws a punch.
1d100 = 47
Another.
1d100 = 51
And one more.
1d100 = 61
It's fast and simple... But effective. That was the best way to learn the triple die.
"And that's it. Just concentrate and try to throw three consecutive punches." -he puts his hands in his pockets-
//Doppelganger
"Ahh... That one is a bit dangerous, unless you're me."
"But something tells me it'll be easy for you... that's why it was free for you."
"Just do this."
He holds up his two fingers at his chest.
"Normally you roll your dice like this, right?"
1d100 = 21 1d100 = 97
Well... Yes.
"Concentrate on calling your doppelganger... and roll them this way."
1d100 = 27 1d100 = 2
Next to him, a similar figure materializes from the air itself, but with less rizz. Also with silver hair, imitating the pose of the original.
"And it will imitate all your movements."
He waves at you with one hand, his copy does the same.
"Bleeeh" -he puts his hands next to his ears and wiggles his fingers in a typical taunt, his doppelganger imitates him, the same when he straightens up and puts his hands in his pockets- "See? Ah. But the first time it will attack you."
And, another thing you've noticed is that the doppelganger doesn't speak.
>aldo I don't know if the money to fight the 6 has to be deposited on the first day or if it can be on the second, but in the first case let's say I deposit it before sleeping Supposedly yes but it doesn't matter
>>3429 Nah, Travis had all the time in the world to make the deposit. Not being able to finish day 1 without paying was just to incentivize them to close the first day with the fight already for the next.
If you want you can make the deposit on day 2, I'll leave it to your discretion. And we'll do like a mini timeskip to the combat schedule, it suits me for certain reasons in this case, let it get dark kek
>>3433 Perfect, I'll try to send you my turn before sleeping.
>>3434 Kek even with the fix it only shows the most common transformation Ok, quick explanation.
>Werewolf transformation It's from Sonic Unleashed. You become, well... half epic wolf.
You get the following powers naturally: -rubber nature: you can stretch your body parts several meters, like Luffy. Your body also becomes more resistant to damage (damage reduction except for certain attacks that are super finishers) -quadrupedal speed: narrative ability, if you say you're running on all fours you'll go faster. -enhanced die. +10 to any roll.
>Special powers -ground pound: roll a 2, if you get a 2 you cancel an opponent's attack by creating an earthquake so strong it throws them towards you and leaves them at your mercy. If you get a 1 it doesn't work kek. (3 times per combat) -debilitating howl: beg the moon with a howl and reduce your enemy's strengths, weakening them. Use a 3-sided die, depending on the die no debuff is applied (1) a small one (2) or a large one (3) (can be used as many times as you want until you roll a 3, but it doesn't stack.) -dark energy: a 150-sided die for a one-time attack per combat. Hits charged with some of the dark energy of Dark Gaia, the millennial planet-destroying monster.
Defensively, she startles, throwing her arms up. Her brain takes stock. Of all the martial fauna in the United States… the only ones who claim that title out loud are: The armed forces. Or him:
"The t-top 1?"
Her eyes widen, her mouth suddenly feels dry. Facing the final boss at the start of the dungeon is one of the last things she wanted.
"Are you the t-top 1 in the rankings?"
About to ask for an autograph, she feels nothing between her index and thumb. Her pupils dart from her empty hand to Gollo's, who is now smiling and holding a pen. Angelica doesn't remember seeing him move his arm. Worse: she doesn't remember feeling him enter her space. Devilishly fast, is an understatement.
Of course, where do you want it?
"Here, here..."
Her voice came out as a tense whisper, with modesty waiting in the wings. Dazed, she points to her chest forehead and tilts her neck to be autographed multiple times, her gaze fixated on her muse the entire time.
>"I know. I'd also like to jump to the strongest abilities, but you can't."
She shakes her head from left to right like a dog after a bath. She squints her eyes.
"Are there any?"
Per se, his techniques don't look any more plausible than martial arts that teach you to strike from a stone's throw or a caress away with Chi. She would consider turning around and not looking back at what he declared, if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't lay a finger on him. That illogicality made her rethink everything. Not a cosplayer or a fraud, in some stubborn and undeniable way, that man is the closest thing the world has produced to a Satoru Gollo in the flesh. And no teenager in their right mind (or their delirious mind either) would pass that up.
"Something like that?"
"N-No-Nobody" she repeats hoarsely, as if she had crossed a desert. "Nobody's g-gonna believe this happened..."
Her body betrays her. From feeling her throat dry to drooling from the corner of her lip, the transition was instantaneous. A tingling sensation runs down her back like a wet finger, descending vertebra by vertebra, until it settles in the center of her abdomen. She can't tell if it's hunger, thirst, or a primal instinct to get married like animals when they see something they want to possess or merely touch. His knees feel weak, his pulse races in his wrists. His brain tries to process it all, only managing to synthesize a caveman-like, vulgar thought:
(I need that)
He remembers all the times someone told him "beauty is on the inside." Yeah. Those people clearly never saw this.
His tongue gets tangled, he stumbles, and heat rises from the base of his neck to set his ears ablaze. Instinct precedes all discourse.
"C-c-can I h-have y-y-your..."
Shyness trembles in his fingers as he holds out his phone to him. The gesture tries to say 'give me your number,' but all that comes out, for now, is breath and babbling.
>>>
After asking where the restroom was to wash his face and return reanimated, they begin training. He expects it to be right there, when Gollo grabs him by the shoulder and in the blink of an eye, they are in the epicenter of a tatami.
"Wowowowow" He asked for time, stumbling backward and shaking his hands. "What was that? Can I learn it...?"
He takes a breath and relaxes to begin.
> "Alright, pay attention. I'll explain each of the powers."
"I'm all ears."
He stood juxtaposed to him, ready to start the didactic process.
> "Let's start with super form. It's easy... just concentrate on calling the chaos emeralds... And roll a 100-sided die."
"What the fuck is a hundred-sided die?"
She distracts and bewilders him, twisting one corner of her lip, totally disoriented. At the end of the day, she's the disciple, not the sensei, so he gives her the benefit of the doubt and plays along.
> "Sonic has many transformations, did you know? You can access all of them with these chaos emeralds. But... not you yet."
"Professor Gollo."
He raised a hand to ask for the floor.
"What happens if I try to overexert those... chaos emeralds? Do I explode...? Does nothing happen...?"
Clearing up all her doubts was now or never; she wanted to know the pros and cons of what was coming.
> "You in particular will have access to three possible transformations: wolf girl, golden knight, and darkspine. They aren't the strongest, but they're what you can achieve."
"P-Professor Gollo, drug use is a serious issue. What would Sonichu think if he found out what you're doing?" When they clarify that none of that is bluster, a manic episode, or the product of the best Charian narcotics, he snorts and falls into a complete stupor, gathering all the concentration to his hand with his eyes closed.
From nothing he squeezed his eyelids shut and his pose recalled when someone is struggling with constipation in the bathroom.
His teeth grind against each other, strands of his hair become disheveled, he feels his bones crack, thicken, and elongate in length and width.
"I CAN FEEL IT"
For some reason he lets out a girl's scream thinking it would be epic. Every inch of his body gains unprecedented robustness, an aura no, it's actually hair kek adorns him in heaps. A bit of his uniform tears with the rustle of ripped fabric.
"I-It was true..."
Magic did exist. Well, more or less, that's more akin to a superpower than a supernatural ability.
"H-How do I look, Professor Gollo?"
He tests his maximum speed, propels himself to the other corner and faces his reflection in the window, what he sees crushes his expectations. What about the golden hair? The aura? A snout hints where his nose should be. And, and, and is that a tail?
He insists on observing the new appendage blooming from his hips. It's simple, it should be simple.
He spins. He spins more. He spins too much. He spins and gets tangled in his own momentum like a puppy in a sheet.
"Almost... the... reach-"
POOF
The world turns into a white dot for a second. He face-plants into the nearest wall, his little tail indifferently still swaying on its own.
"I don't think this will be useful outside of furry conventions, sensei."
She feels ripped off and the worst part is she doesn't know if it will be permanent.
"You don't know the triple dice? Wow, you're weak... Just roll three dice. Like this."
"L-Like this?"
She copies while looking, doubtful about what she's supposed to learn. Doesn't he attack three times from before?
Obediently she lashes out, whipping the air multiple times.
1d110 = 41
To swinging hips he catapults two karate tsuki to the horizon. She still doesn't grasp the point of the training.
"I've never heard of t-that dice technique"
1d110 = 3 Finally, he finishes with a high side kick, aims it at nothing, and retreats to the ground again. However slight, he perceives a change in his fighting style, he can't quite figure out if it made him faster or if it's just a very good placebo.
1d110 = 8
Last but not least: Doppelganger. I thought about leaving it for later but the fight hyped me up kek
"Ahh... That one's a bit dangerous, unless you're me. But something tells me it'll be easy for you to do... since it was free for you."
He sits in a lotus position and takes notes visually, to tell the truth: he understands little. Very little. Almost nothing. This is real, it's a fact, what he can't grasp is the mechanism that brings the last two techniques to life. Without a doubt, prodigies like Gollo inhabit a completely different plane.
Focus on summoning your doppelganger... and launch them like this. Focus on summoning your doppelganger... and launch them like this.
His confusion was noticeable in the slight mental delay between breathing and responding, as if he had internally turned to the wrong page of the book and needed to go back, but couldn't remember the chapter number.
His features rearranged themselves like a wobbly table missing a leg as soon as he saw the evil and not-so-handsome twin of his sensei, he stood up with the sole purpose of enthusiastically examining it up close from every angle. It smelled like it looked, meaning a school delinquent, he didn't like it at all. Very masculine, not at all effeminate.
>"And it will imitate all your movements."
"So I can't make it work.."
She's a little disappointed, what's the point of having a copy if it's not your personal slave?
"A-And h-how- I don't know, i-is it something like this?"
1d110 = 17 1d110 = 76
Her lips formed a neat, straight line, unsure what to think. Her dog tail swept the floor on its own, as if it hadn't received the memo that its owner was trying to concentrate.
"See? Ah. But the first time it will attack you."
"What do you mean?"
>>3432 >buying all the powers I was starting to think they came with a trap or debuff, and that's why nobody bought all three together kek >Mariana has asked I-It's just, like, it's Satoru Gollo. It's like a weapon for the little TikTok girls kek >I said it, I said it Depends, the blacktherine is a 10/10, with low melanin Nemona can beat her
>>3427 You go into the confessional, having your moment. You ask if you're live, the cameraman nods, letting you give your greetings.
In Sharia
Toriumi "Heh... Based..." -squints- "...wait, is that one of my students...?" -she looks confused- "agh... I drank too much..." -again-
...
Las Vegas
You leave the place victorious. The money smells like ink, with some alcohol... Although the latter is probably actually you.
>Carmelita Carmelita (confessional) "Yeah, it's a costume. But honestly I feel like this is my true self. And I can only be like this during the Halloween special."
>Cameraman "Get out!"
>Carmelita (confessional) "Oh come on, bro, I'm a star!"
...
Carmelita turns her back for a second, holding up a finger asking for time while she composes herself. She's more sensitive in her true form. You hear her sigh, and she returns to question you.
>Carmelita <Hmm
She crosses her arms and uses the tip of her foot to stomp the ground in a show of impatience and severity. You finish the trash from the pyramid, the extremely repulsive smoke hits Carmelita, who automatically starts coughing.
"Ah, what the hell is-" cough cough "God, old man! How can you smoke that...?" -she waves her hand in front of her little nose-
<Whatever the alcohol tells me.
"Huh?"
<We're in Las Vegas.
"That's right, yeah..." -convincingly-
You take out the keys, Betty winks and whistles in response. Carmelita turns, her big bug eyes widening as she sees the make of the car you're getting into as the driver.
"A Ferrari?!"
<We should do whatever the hell we want...
"..."
You start the engine. In a moment, she was opening the passenger door, taking a seat. She puts on her sunglasses.
"Floor it, dude."
<First stop... The North Star...
She looks at you.
"The what?"
You step on the gas, and they follow the N on the map. Getting lost in the distance to make way for a small montage of excess.
Money came and went. They got into a fight with a guy who swore they cheated. A dealer taught them how to make purple drank. You held Carmelita's hat while she threw up in an alley, they won a monkey in a raffle. Carmelita learned to smoke and sponsored your wedding alongside a homeless man who now lives in your trunk.
The night passed between bottles, chips, and vomit -hers, because your tolerance is superhuman- until the images became blurry... and your memory faded.
>>3427 DAY 2: TUESDAY https://youtu.be/t2VIOZ5SLXk?si=v7nLwMvbheqv4EbK▶ Opening your eyes feels like pulling apart two magnets, you wake up with a dry mouth and a hangover, the rave music was still blasting at full volume now at 6 AM.
You make the effort to get out of bed that hugs you so much, and the scene, which is your house, reminds you that the afterparty was here. Everything is messy, food stains, chip crumbs, and holes in the wall everywhere. Your closet was open, Carmelita was hanging from one of the hangers like a suit, her clothes were covered in stains from her own vomit. She was sleeping drooling with her head lolling...
It was time for the morning routine. Going to the bathroom adjacent to your room, you'd find Mike Tyson sleeping in the bathtub surrounded by pigeons. And the floor full of bottles and cans that you have to push with your foot to pass comfortably. The mirror reveals the normal, unlike Carmelita who lost a tooth trying to help you fight and being useless, your only change was a golden shine on your ring finger. A wedding ring that who knows with whom it matches.
Marionette pizza "Agh... Come to pizza suplex... The best pizzas... For only 9.95. It's... It's a rip-off."
The image changes to the pizza suplex mascot giving a thumbs up with a big smile.
>Narrator "Pizza suplex! An Italian said: 'I've never tried a pizza like this in Italy!' Come on over! Or order it. It arrives in 30 minutes... Or it's free!"
For a light breakfast.
Anyway... You had a long day ahead. Besides, today is Halloween. Where to start?
>MAP! >super gym To improve health and strength >tiger technique house To learn new skills >upgrade workshop To buy and upgrade weapons in an awesome way >job center To get part-time jobs >paid beatings To fulfill hitman contracts >school Z To go to class >ATM To deposit the $500 >your house You are here.
pizzerias, park blah blah (Anywhere else Trevor wants to go, like in High School Hispa OG. You can go to an ice cream shop or wherever.)
>TREVOR >STRENGTH: 1 >STAMINA: 1 >CURRENT MONEY: $1001 >CHARISMA: 1 >WEAPONS: <basic keys (some simple keys, perfect for opening a door or gouging someone's eye out) -base die (101) -no battery disadvantages
>>3436 You got good results rolling the die 110 kek but I'll let you know for next time that the die you should roll in wolf mode is 100+10 This is the command /roll{1d100+10 (close the bracket) The difference is that this one always guarantees you a minimum of 10, meaning your lowest possible roll wouldn't be 1 but 11 and the maximum is still 110.
>I was starting to think they came with a trap or debuff, and that's why nobody bought all three together kek Not at all. Now you've made me wonder if the darkies thought that, but no. The idea of the role is to get OP to fight with the 1.
>it's Satoru Gojo I'm curious to know if you'll really husband him kek ALL CHARACTERS ARE WAIFUABLE -except Carmelita- it makes me laugh how Viceroy completely forgot about the rivalry he had built up in his head over his old dojo because of Gojo
>Depends, blacktherine is 10/10, with low melanin Nemona can beat her That's why, that's why. Cat is a nigga. I'm glad we agree.
>>3416 "They still don't pay me enough for this," he thought. He limited himself to watching his rival do what they had to do; seeing that they took the "attack from top to bottom" route, Cat simply moved aside to avoid the blow. >Cat (Move aside) 1d100 = 89
>>3436 Your professor is no ordinary guy, and he knows it. He may even proclaim himself the strongest... Could this be him...?
>Gollo Gollo <What was that?
"We teleported." -you could deduce that yourself-
<Can I learn it...?
"Of course!" -yay- "But not today." -oww-
First things first. The super form, for demonstration, Gollo explains the basics: concentrate, call, launch. Simple, but you still struggled to grasp basic universal concepts.
<What is a hundred die?
"It's the same die you always use to fight. Don't you remember?"
The chaos emeralds heed the call. They float and spin at high speed before your sensei, but he doesn't download activate them because he already has them doesn't want to, allowing you to.
The secure darkness that your eyelids gave you to grant you sweet nights of sleep was transformed into stars and space, leaving you floating in the eternal cosmos. With nothing to stop you or help you.
Was this real? Did you do something wrong and were launched to travel the universe until you died of hunger, or thirst, in who knows how long after your newfound superhumanity? No... You were simply going to meet the being who would give you your first ability.
Before you, there was a darkness darker than what the most hermetically sealed and god-forsaken room could offer. Absolute black, evil incarnate... that awakens with your arrival.
Gigantic eyes open, each the size of a mountain... being generous with the size of Everest. Seven irises of the planet-destroying predator bore into you. Gigantic as an entire continent, monstrous as a demon from another dimension... it observed you, and saw beyond what you could possibly know. You saw it, and could only see... power... Immeasurable power in those green eyes like a soul.
One of its fingers, gigantic, as long as Chile kek and sharp beyond anything that can be mentioned... approached you... and touched your forehead, opening a small cut to give you its damn blessing.
You opened your eyes, with a drop of blood on your forehead.
"Looks like it worked." Your arms stretched out of proportion, your bones deformed and hardened as your entire being was covered in fur so dense it could stop a cannonball on its own. Your snout stretched as your teeth became sharp blades, your vision sharpened as your pupils narrowed to those of a predator.
<I CAN FEEL IT
Exactly... you can feel the dark energy like your new blood. It's invigorating, your muscles and your entire skeleton feel much more powerful than a second ago... Although this was a minimal fraction of dark gaia's power.
After that, the chaos emeralds shoot out in all directions. Disappearing until you call them again. Gollo reacts with nothing more than a smile to your little scream... it wasn't very cool, but he lets you have your moment.
<I-It was true...
"Nice!" -he gives you a simple thumbs up, smiling-
<How d-do I look, Professor Gollo?
"Ah, you look a bit like Koto, the presenter from the dark tournament in Yu Yu Hakusho. You look a little funny."
Maybe it wasn't the answer you expected, but it didn't matter. You had to see yourself. You ran in an instant what you would have run in two before. You are, on two legs, at least twice as fast as in your normal form... but the girl in the reflection disappoints you nonetheless.
And then... Something changed. Seeing your attractive tail, you got on all fours... And that was the deciding factor.
You spun. Twirling around at insane speeds that start to increase the more you run. In an instant, the air became plasma, igniting, and you became a constant ball of sonic explosions that Gojo had to aim at with one hand and surround with some kind of power that contained the energy you were creating, which ionized the air, melted, and would have blown the whole place up. However, Gollo approaches and you slow down, stopping without any further collateral damage.
<I don't think it'll be useful outside of furry conventions, sensei
"Are you sure?"
If you looked at the small area where you spun, you would notice how the ground had melted. The rest was contained by the professor's ability, so the walls are fine, as are you, who didn't receive a single scratch.
>>3436 It was time to test your wolf-girl powers by taking advantage of the triple dice practice. It was simple, just roll three... You made your first move, a simple swipe.
You throw a downward swipe forward, catching yourself by surprise with your new body function when your hand, as if made of rubber, extends three meters to allow your claws to reach one of the practice dummies. Your lethal nails tear through its structure so cleanly, that it isn't until you retract your fist, that it explodes, cut into hundreds of cubes... Just like the wall that was several meters behind it.
YOU HAVE LEARNED: TRIPLE DICE! >This ability increases the number of dice you can use from 2 to 3.
And now... The last possible move. The doppelganger, the explanation is as simple as it is confusing, plus the demonstration, coming from an expert, looks as simple as ever. Gollo calls his doppelganger, letting you appreciate it from all directions while he explains how it works. Aside from not being handsome, they look very similar. Same height, same muscles, same powers, you didn't seem interested in doing it, but if you tried to touch it, it would be the same result as with the original. Your hand wouldn't be able to touch it.
Gollo "Ah, right."
Remember the important thing in the end... Your opponent strikes a karate pose.
Gollo "You must defeat her if you want her to obey you, don't go dying!" -he exclaims with his hands around his mouth to use them as a megaphone-
>>3443 I will not respond today, remember you can take three actions. Maya's die was bad so you can attack after this so your turn isn't just a dodge. Just say how and roll the die (which I remind you is 105 kek) I'll respond tomorrow anyway
"so, only the seventh, they say she's very pretty, super intelligent, humble and never ever cries, not even when she put her cat in the microwave because it was cold and she saw her mom taking hot things out of there! I want to be like her when I grow up"
She perjures with utmost modesty. When she stops praising herself, she takes turns with him being the antagonist of this whole story. The timbre of her voice deepens, feigning a saturated seriousness.
"Be direct, sensei" She closed her eyes and nasally sighed. "Do I have any chance of moving up in the rankings?"
The butterfly remembers the mud where it was a caterpillar. Still, does she feel anything other than pity for her crawling equals? Perhaps that's the point of so much pedantic metaphor, to disguise the desire for a professional eye to diagnose her. An impartial observer to draw the line before the climb collapses into vertigo, and vertigo, into a fall. Gollo could only know his strength by looking directly at those who made him doubt it, the same thing his student pursued. The caterpillar looking to the butterfly for a reason to crawl another day.
Half a minute later, her hands tremble like a fish tank in an earthquake, in a hunched shrimp posture, she waited for the contact saving section on her phone to speak for her.
Hm? What did you say?
She summons her few guts. Her face drank from the fire of emotion, a blush showing involuntarily through to her eyelashes. Fear and insecurities go into surplus, cowing her with the stereotypical thought that, in any case, he wouldn't pay attention to her.
"Huh? Me?"
She plays dumb and resorts to evasive maneuvers, returning the device to her pocket, no, she drops it accidentally, steps on it with a "shit!" in between. And picks it up again.
"I j-just wanted to see the time, if that's all..." She mutters.
Inside, a sarcastic voice buzzes in her ear like a mosquito: "brilliant move, Casanova."
>>>
A psychotic break strikes in the dreamlike state of her transformation, unleashing the power of the gems, an entity that shrinks her to the scale of an ant invades her epiphany. Green eyes, thick scales the diameter of cities, and a row of teeth with which one could easily devour the United States in one bite. Paralyzed by fear, the thought that hegemonically crosses her mind is: Thank you for everything Cucamonga, sorry for so little.
Wasn't magic just words!?
Darkening the fur bordering her forehead with carmine, a wound opens alongside her eyes, a novel impetus motivates her to inspect her doubled speed. Her metatarsus carries her, almost headfirst, to the other corner of the dojo. "Ah, you look a bit like Koto, the announcer from Yu Yu Hakusho's dark tournament. You look a little funny."
She hears him, hooking one corner of her lip to see prominent canines against the light. He's a werewolf, no doubt about it.
"I don't know what that is, sensei, but Kimetsu no Yaiba is better."
Being his mentor doesn't exempt him from correction.
Her tail looks appetizing kek, her canine instincts push her to chase it, curving and rotating on all fours, she spins in absurd spirals until she looks like a tornado of skirts and gales. The tatami melted into an acrid smoke and the underlying linoleum protested with an agonizing creak. When I stopped abruptly, I spotted the cratered perimeter that her speed alone had created. Her eyes opened like soup spoons, she had never been so fast. Not even on her deathbed... or when she ran to the bathroom after trying her sister's cooking.
Are you sure?
Stopping short. She apologizes. For doubting. For the floor. For saying KNY is better than Yu Yu Hakusho. You can judge her methods, but not her results.
>>>
The training pays off at the speed of a Formula 1, every innovation in her biometrics seems to emerge before her mind can process it; from muscles that respond like coiled springs to reflexes that seem to have a will of their own. Leaving the test dummies in a confederation of scattered limbs and foam, she cracks her knuckles and experiments with them. She observes them as if they were brand new tools, testing their range: she bends them, stretches them, twists them, and thins them into contorted angles that would make any physical therapist vomit. And yet, nothing. Not a twinge of pain.
Her flexibility, she discovers, was now nothing to envy of her speed. If anything, it complemented it: one like a whip, the other like a bullet. Maybe she's underselling it...
Last but not least, doppelganger. Without much hope, she tests herself and to her surprise, she succeeds with flying colors. Her shadow churns and textures, solidifying into contours, then into a silhouette, and finally into a humanoid. Mute, her lips parted and closed, the breath from her throat was unable to form into any words. Her double is materialized. She measured it with a squint, the same height as her, salmon-colored hair just as short, tattered clothes, and dark circles that reached her ears. It smelled... it smelled... like a toilet she prefers not to describe it. Ugly. The adjective fits like a glove.
"Why is my doppel a v-vagabond?"
She says, pointing with a rattling finger. By the time her sensei delivers the disclaimer, Angelica sees the sky cloud over and her double projecting its shadow, encompassing the weight of a building in a karate chop. The countermeasure was meager instinct, with no time to even clench a fist, I formulated another open-handed karate chop and counterattacked head-on. We hit at the same time and everything was decided in the millisecond that bifurcated us from each other's space, repelling each other by the impact force of the one who would be crowned victorious. https://youtu.be/Us4nKbaVOs8?si=XJQiPEQTfzn6LdfM▶
1d100+50 = 71 using dark energy strike, I feel like 100-roll hits are too finisher-like to risk covering or dodging kek
From the point where their hands converged, a blinding beam erupted, the light split into filaments that exploded in all directions, roaring to the sound of the air. An invisible wave swept her away with enough violence to rip her off her feet and send her sliding, skidding and skidding until she hit the wall behind her.
"SPE-
Violence demanded its turn at the microphone. Without hesitation or the remotest scruple, her double instantly plagued the dojo with an orgy of cuts. I took shelter behind my raised guard, and quickly every inch of my skin became the victim of the stings of this swarm of knife cuts. The uniform was expressively dyed a flaming red. Anger deposed her patience. I thickened my stance, lowering my center of gravity in a predictable and armored intention to tackle. Stumbling, I pulverized the distance between us, folding and tearing the air of the room to bury my hands directly in her field of vision. The mere inertia degenerated into a telluric convulsion that aborted her double's kick ground pound, I abducted her leg at her mercy, suspended it a few inches off the ground and, like a pitcher preparing the critical hit of a decisive game, I landed her with all my might on the ground in a karate tsubame gaeshi tlrd: judo throw but with another name kek.
The entire building suffers architectural epilepsy. A flock of dust and debris filled the dojo, and by the time she succumbed to the ground, a homemade sewer had remodeled a large part of the floor. The two, with momentum, went through several meters of concrete until they succumbed to the subsoil of the Charian sewers. With Angelica riding her double, making sure she didn't move. "Obey me! I command it! I'm your owner! I-If you don't, I'll get very angry, won't I? No one wants to see me angry, right?"
It took a headbutt or a blow implied to make it clear she wouldn't be tamed by kindness.
When they regained distance, she took the time to guard and fill her lungs with air, slowly accumulating immaterial strength.
She calmed down and, without explanation, transformed back. The fur reverted to fluff, her ears disappeared, and her pupils detached from their verticality to return to an oblong shape.
"Teach a pastor to say mass? Try it," she showed a toothy smile. "Beat a karateka with karate? Try it."
What's next? Teach a cat to meow?
Traditional karate has no rules, because the street has none. But she has principles, and one of them is clear: she would feel insulted if she defeated another practitioner of her martial art with something that didn't come from that martial art.
She falls silent and is ejected. She sharpened her senses to the maximum, anticipating a blow from her double. Against her most implied punch, one hand closed around her wrist and the other clenched her other fist. Her body tensed like a bow and her veins stood out on her skin like tree roots about to crack the ground. The wind fled in terror. The pressure she exerted was an unquantifiable aberration. One so high that the initial shockwave would propagate a distortion around her. It would not be a simple gust of wind but an expanding wave where light itself would hesitate before deciding whether to refract or degrade into a formless spectrum.
Tortured by the mass planted by their soles, the ground would not break away in a traditional manner. In fact, it would liquefy red-hot. A sudden ocean of magma would emerge not from heat, but because the earth itself would forget how to be solid under such pressure. Tides of shit for kilometers would rise into liquid walls before collapsing into a gaseous, directionless delirium.
It was a competition of brute force, pure and simple.
>>3448 Forgot the dice for the second action kek 1d100+10 = 88 >>3440 >Dice110 Thanks nigger I still feel like it's cheating unless the top 6 rolls a d300 kek >you will husband her I don't think so, viceroy is quite faggot chicken, he lacks the balls to go for the difficult thingsalthough if you ask me, yes obviously kek, I mean it's gollo >old dojo B-But I had planned to go... at some point, later, maybe mentally in a flashback when I'm about to die so I don't mention it again kek
>>3421 Papa bear, a nickname that I always detest, that I always hate, beyond the humorous connotations it contains towards him. Why compare him with a bear? They are wild animals, untamed, solitary, who only follow their instincts... He didn't want to be seen like that... At least not at the beginning... Bears don't have friends, bears don't usually have a partner, bears fight with every living being they encounter, bears harm, bears can't control themselves, bears are alone... He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to be a hermit bear in the middle of a deep forest... But things change, Owen became more cynical, more aware of his nature, I do not accept it at all, obviously not, loneliness is something that weighs and that one can hardly accept... But being a beast that cannot avoid harming those around him... Yes, he has accepted that, he has used it to his advantage... Fighting against your instincts is stupid, it is illogical, it is unnecessary... Owen got tired of doing it... He has been tired of doing it for a long time and this transformation shows who he really is... A monster... One who wants to transcend in life.
Its roar is devastating.
Shoot down a lot of trees.
I really didn't want to do it.
He wanted to respect his little promise.
But... There was no other way.
TRUE?
He also takes the clones with him.
To Kaguya.
Hurting, it's the only thing she knows how to do in her life, hurt... So she hurts Kaguya quite seriously, she bites her, she tastes her blood and flesh, she even licks her new blackened lips as if it were a very exquisite delicacy, an Asian delicacy that she squeezes like a lemon but what drips between her sharp teeth is her vital liquid, of course, she can also taste her own blood from the one that comes out of her nose after the blows she gives him but With each blow, Owen closes his mouth tighter, pressing it as if he wanted to split it in two with his mere bite, he also shakes it to the sides. He has no mercy! A beast cannot have codes of honor.
However, he is not the only one with determination here.
His bear nose is broken and he is sent away with the last punch. His face flattens as if he were a bear or one of those Persian cats. Despite looking very weak, he continues to emanate a will that Owen the bear himself can smell, which is why he plants himself firmly on the ground, and lets out a roar again but this time not a simple roar, he speaks, he lets out a warning or a possible end.
The voice he has is guttural, unnatural, and how can it not be, he is literally a damn bear trying to talk, this is like watching a dog eating cereal with a spoon. It simply can't be! If Kaguya wins this, she will most likely have to pay a psychiatrist but obviously, she must win and to do so she shows her face and her two-color eyes, immobilizing Owen the bear for a couple of seconds, clearly her beauty was worth observing.
There does not seem to be much agreement between mind and snout, the human Owen surrenders to his great beauty but the beast was already acting, and that roar is not normal. That new roar is to stop their action.
1d3 = 2
The detail is that he uses the super roar so that Kaguya does not defend herself, he does not try to cancel her attack dice, but her defensive dice, since he wants to have her ready for what could be his final attack, the most deadly.
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...He once saw two bears fight to the death, it was on a trip to the forest at a summer camp when he was 14 years old, Onigawara had accompanied him. Owen from the original role couldn't go to that Lazlo summer camp because a butterfly moved its wings in Bolivia and thanks to that, in Charia there was a tremendous storm just that day. But this Owen lived that experience and it changed him, it changed him like meeting the drunk teacher, it changed him to the point of throwing everything he believed and admired into the trash, it was the breaking point for Owen to stop being Owen or at least the Owen that we know, one who had hopes of becoming a good person, someone admired and loved, someone with friends who do not fear him or are related to crime, a boy with a pretty girlfriend, someone useful to society... Someone normal... No, the bears They are not normal, they will never be... A bear fights to the death, a bear bites despite having its guts on the outside, a bear does not lose sight of its objective, a bear fights to be the best, the alpha, a bear does not seek love from anyone, it seeks respect.
Bears only know how to kill.
And so much aggressiveness frightened him.
His legs shook.
The sweat fell from his forehead.
Now you understand why no one wants to accompany a beast.
There he saw a reflection of himself.
Two wild beings killing each other without consideration.
Why were they fighting? Just for territory?
Just for damn status?
They didn't turn around, they just killed each other.
Blood.
Gonna.
Destruction.
Death.
And in the end nothing.
Silence.
Darkness.
"Oni... Why don't you call me papa bear?"
The fire burns before them and the wood slowly thunders.
"Do you think... Do you think... that I'm really bad?"
He lowers his gaze.
"The bears we saw... They... Died at the same time"
He hugs his own legs.
"Do all bears end up the same way?"
He takes a bite of his marshmallow that he put under the heat.
"Dude... I don't want to die... Not like a bear."
He buries his face between his legs.
"I want to live... Live like a human."
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With his entire body turned into a beast, he becomes a ball to launch himself against Kaguya at the exact moment in which she transforms into a flame thrower, only he uses that of turning into a ball so that the damage from the fire is cushioned between his layers of hair and thick bear muscles, evidently he uses the momentum of the ball attack for something and that is to take the ninja in his arms, giving her a hug! A hard bear hug.
In case he can break through his jutsu, he would envelop her with his enormous being, Kaguya would not only feel the weight of the animal man, but also the extreme force of his embrace, if her bones were crushed, they would turn into dust with the power he puts in, he would try to shake her from top to bottom, stir her brain inside her skull to turn it into a pink broth or at least kill a couple of neurons, inside she does not want to kill her, regardless of whether she is pretty or not. No, he doesn't want to kill her but his actions are different from his desires, the skill dominates him mixed with the bear inside him. He puts all the meat on the grill! If this continues to drag on... He will lose and he knows it.
>>3441 >>3443 The stick falls like a small meteor. The blow grazes you and continues, the resulting wind cuts the first stone arch several meters behind you, and a tiny bit of your cheek. A sad hairline cut that, if you had a beard, you could get by shaving.
>Maya <For God's sake. That hurt, shit.
"I'm sorry!"
She exclaims, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. Her flying hands, already searching for you like guided missiles, looking to hit you from both flanks. You hurry to respond, with a simple jump backward, they pass by and collide with each other, generating an explosive wave that rumbles like thunder. They don't break, but they remain like that, suspended in the air against each other for a moment.
However, Maya doesn't waste time, in an instant, she was face to face with you again in what almost seemed like teleportation.
"Hiya!"
She lunges with the flat tip of the staff, to hit you directly in the stomach.
1d120 = 109
"I'm sorry, but I can't stop!"
She exclaims, then throws a side blow in which she uses both arms to try to sweep your legs at calf height and leave you on the floor.
"I'm going to defeat you, assassin!"
1d120 = 2
<no one takes damage this turnkek simple combat lol
>>3450 Nah, all actions while you have that weapon equipped. Let's not complicate things kek
>>3453 Cat if you don't take advantage of that shitty meme magic Maya is bringing... Kek
>>3452 Oyeee, you already did a re-roll in this fight kek
In reality it doesn't matter to me. But as a mini penalty so it's not too easy, I'll count your super roar as a cancel of a die and not of all of Kaguya's actions kek
>Kek, what a great image! OP, USE IT IN THE NEXT THREAD! Well, boss kek okis I'll do it
>Owen is the real "no more heroes" :D Well... Yeah kek it can be the closest. I'll give each one distinct powers, Owen got Travis's.
>>3453 >Cat It can be said that Cat gained an advantage over her adversary, but it's not a big deal. Keeping her attention fixed on her, she observes that she is charging forward with her weapon.
Cat senses that attacking is still not the best course of action, which presses her, as it means wasting more time in this shitty fucking place. With no more hope, she decides to deflect the attack.
Cat felt the impact approaching; with an axe in hand, she positions herself, and swings her weapon to counter her rival.
>>3455 A Top-noch parry The fight continues, Smith doesn't intend to capitulate or concede defeat yet. He tries to knock her down with a sweep, which comes to nothing.
Cat observes the girl on the ground.
—This is uncomfortable...—She thought.
She's there. On the ground. Helpless. Wow, this is pathetic. Before the grimness took over her soul, Cat granted her mercy: With strength, she kicks Maya in the face, as if she were a soccer ball.
He is instantly transformed into a pile of cubes that proceeds to completely disintegrate.
>Gollo "Ohh, that was amazing. Very destructive... I liked it."
Gollo "Well, that makes no sense."
He throws himself into the hole, falling on top of you... but not really. He remains floating a few meters away from you.
"But if the environment starts breaking the laws of physics, ignore it. It means you're doing it right." -he crouches like a delinquent to get a better look-
The battle seemed to be completely stalled. It makes sense, it's you... but there was a decisive factor.
>doppelganger "GRRR..."
His predator eyes narrow, his sharp teeth press against each other, and he lets out a growl from between them... one thing had to be remembered...
>Gollo "Ohh. Look at her, she's angry, that's progress."
...she was in wolf form.
>Doppelganger "RAAAH!"
His fingers stretch out in an instant, digging in to the base around your wrists, you don't even have time to process the pain before he rips it off. Cutting off your hands from the wrists completely before kicking you with a resounding kick that feels much worse than the previous one. Straight to the chest, he sinks your flesh to the point where the silhouette of his foot is drawn on your back, breaking bones and making your heart explode as collateral damage before launching you into the air, turning you into a fireball.
You bounce, you become a meteoric toadstone one, two, three, four... Many jumps in the lava that is half solid and had already filled the place halfway. Then you sink into it as if it were any body of water. Gollo appears behind you, while you are only from the chest up out of the magma river, as if you were in a bathtub.
Gollo "Hey, come on! Don't just stand there. If you're going to lose, at least do it with style, hehe. I don't accept boring deaths."
Your doppelganger surrounds himself with darkness. Before you know it, she was back in action, bringing both arms stretched out behind her to make a devastating move. Now with Dark Gaia against you, Yoreciv shoots his claws forward like two karate chops that would add force through the distance and speed traveled before impact.
"Hey, look. It's like Luffy's bazooka. But with karate." -he says, pointing at her-
Doppelganger: (dark energy) 1d150+10 = 85he throws himself like this but I already made you wait too long to tell you that die was no good kek
There was one more problem... you can withstand the lava. But... Your clothes can't. If you were to pull the lower part of your body out of the lava now... Well, you'd be naked.
After the bite, both of you seem to lean into going all the way. You exclaim, regurgitating a vile promise with your new, booming voice that constitutes all the clamor of battle. Kaguya's teeth apply immense pressure, letting out a groan between them as her courage is put to the test.
Sweat and blood push her to the limit. Anyone else would've added tears to the formula, but she's no useless weakling. She reveals her true face and her unmatched eyes that don't seem to belong to this world. Heterochromia at its ninth power.
>Kaguya Onigawara <Oni... Why don't you call me Papa Bear?
"..." -he startles- "Huh?!" -you snapped him out of his trance, he was affected too-
Finally he faces you, this time it's his turn to act tough.
"Pfft... I thought you hated that shitty nickname." -he says, looking diagonally at the ground-
<Do you... Do you think... I'm really bad?
"Huh?" -he raises an eyebrow and looks at you, soon smiling cheerfully- "Of course! We're the baddest! It's in the damn band name. And..."
He sees you losing spirit, grows confused and slowly lowers his shoulders, realizing that wasn't what you wanted to hear. He looks somewhat uncomfortable.
<The bears we saw... They... Died at the same time
"...yeah..." -he looks at the fire too-
<Do all bears end the same way?
"Huh? I... How the hell should I know." -he picks up a twig and brings it close to the fire, but has nothing to do with it-
<Friend... I don't want to die... Not like a bear.
"..."
<I want to live... Live like a human.
"Tch..." -he lets the twig drop into the fire- "then do it..." -he says, looking at you from the side- "do it, damn it." -now fully facing you- "I'm not the smartest guy, Owen... But if there's one thing I know, it's that whatever those idiots tell you is garbage." -he points a finger at you- "Want to be a human, a bear, a damn monkey? Pfft... Do it, damn it." -points at himself- "We're delinquents... We do whatever the fuck we want!" -declares, lowers his thumb, relaxes a bit more, letting his back lean further as if the log were a foldable beach chair, stares at the starry sky- "I'll help you." -glances sideways at you- "so don't be a wimp. Heh..." -smiles and bumps his fist against yours-
And you were a bear. On all fours, you became a sphere that spun on the ground, accelerating in place until you caught full fire without even needing to collide with the dragon—contact now redundant. The earth beneath you blasts backward like a hail of rifle shots killing elephants before you finally launch forward at hypersonic speeds, turning into a comet that ionizes the air in your wake.
The distance between you closes in an instant. The fire dragon? It dodged and aimed skyward, blasting a hole through the clouds before vanishing. Kaguya tenses—her entire body strains with titanic effort to escape... but her body doesn't respond.
(!!WHY CAN'T I—MOVE?!)
She seemed destined to take the most powerful blast in history, when suddenly you stretched out, revealing yourself as the three-meter beast drenched in insignificant flames that you had become. Kaguya widened her singular eyes, a mix of shock and horror, before in a fraction of a second, your arms clamp around her.
"AAHH!"
You squeeze, and as she's consumed by fire, everything is destroyed. Her back gives under your inconceivable strength, her spine turns to jelly as you fold her like a briefcase, then shift back into a sphere, continuing your hypersonic spinning, shaking her violently from within while crushing her. Everything inside her collapses—bones pulverize, organs turn to minced meat, the fire consuming her from feet to head makes her eyes burst, her brain slamming against every inch of her skull... It's as if an ordinary person had a nuclear bomb detonate in their face.
The weather outside had changed—the clouds darkened and the temperature rose drastically. Storm clouds loomed overhead... and within them, a mythical-looking figure formed, illuminating the entire sky with a bright blue light like the sun.
The enormous beast, made entirely of electricity, didn't hesitate to leap forth, swift as the return stroke of lightning itself—the fastest attack you've ever witnessed. Kaguya's swan song, her final effort.
Kirin: 1d150 = 111 Warning: if it rolls 100 or higher and you don't roll a defense die, you lose kek
>>3455 >>3456 >>3457 The staff threatens with a blunt blow, a flat but painful thrust. But even with the minuscule distance and lightning speed, you reacted even faster and fanned your axe in response. The collision is almost simultaneous with your swing, the blade strikes with a resounding violence. Maya barely has time to be surprised before the staff leaves her hands, ripped away like an ascending bolt lost in the clouds.
Defenseless, she startles before lunging to the ground with her next determined action. She plants her hands on the ground and throws a kick that destroys the wind as it sweeps the ground looking to trip you... but she miscalculated slightly. Her kick lands in front of your feet, only causing your shoes to be dirtied by the pebbles she kicked up from the ground as her leg passed so close.
Still crouched, she ends up with her back to you, her gaze lowered. You don't even react, instead, you make her uncomfortable. She blushes slightly, knowing that the only thing she just did was embarrass herself.
>Maya (Ow, that was pathetic. I know he thinks it was pathetic...)
It's true. You wanted to get out of this little scene, and you would do it with kicks. With your trusty boots, you launch your leg in a powerful initial kick straight towards his face. Your footwear punches its way into his face, caving in his nose before launching him like a rocket-propelled ball to the side. He spins for miles per second, leaving a trail of blood from his broken nose wherever he goes.
CRASH
All the stone arches behind you collapse completely to make way for the projectile you turned Maya into.
<Maya 95%
She doesn't come back, her gloves hurry in the direction she fell. The fight was about to change scenery slightly.
The following only if you follow him kek, otherwise ignore it and do as you please.
You run, jumping over the debris and reaching the flag promenade again, Maya was bankrupt lying on a bench that was completely destroyed by her fall. One of her gloves rubs her head, her bloody face expressing pain.
"Oyy..."
She mutters as she gets to her feet. Her nose was bent, bleeding non-stop. She brings her little hand to it and adjusts it.
"OW!"
She exclaims along with the crunch. A little tear escapes and she looks at you, lowering her body again to prepare to continue.
"Good hit... But... This is nothing!"
She tries to sound cool before rushing to run to one of the 51 flagpoles, tearing the Louisiana flag from the ground without any effort, along with some stone at its base. She holds the long pole with both hands and faces you, with a new weapon.
"Don't judge me, it's the State with the worst reputation!"
She excuses herself, before running at you.
"HIYAAAA!"
She shouts before spinning hundreds of times like a tornado, trying to land a powerful blow in a spinning attack using the flagpole.
"LOUISIANA SPIIIIIN!" -she invents a name for her blow-
>>3460 I'll reply in a bit, sorry for the delay >Dodge: 1d100 = 2 by the way, is it legal to roll a die before an OP action? I never asked if you could kek
>>3460 Her irises match—on one side, the eyes of a newborn puppy; on the other, bowls of pure hunger. When their palms lock, that inner conflict spreads through touch and spills into the sewer system; concrete and aqueducts give way to the glow of color. First it cracks, then oozes light, and finally melts into a glowing sludge. Her first instinct would be to wonder if thermodynamics had broken down, the second to run for her life as far as possible from the magma. Neither happens—before any action can take root in her mind, the doppelgänger abandons competition in favor of outright harm. She grips her counterpart's flesh, and like a hot knife dragged through flan, cleanly amputates her wanker right hand.
With no chance to bleed, scream, or even process, her sternum shatters into a constellation of splinters from a front kick. A scarlet geyser blooms in her coughs, scattering into every corner of the tunnel, losing momentum in lava-like ricochets off concrete. Gravity grabs her, releases her, grabs her again; each impact tears a sip of air from her lungs and hurls another fistful of blood into the void. It’s as if she’d been tossed into an industrial dryer—her vision tumbles head over heels; for a second she doesn’t know if she’s walking on the ceiling or if the ceiling is walking on her. In the final skid, she lets herself be swallowed lifelessly by the lava.
She stays there long enough for everything to cease to exist.
And yet… she doesn’t die. She’s alive. Whole, except for the lost limb. The sensation reminds her of a sauna—sweat the worst symptom, embraced by thousands of degrees Celsius. When she kicks and flails toward the surface, what forms is the absolute opposite of a smile.
She wants to be kind. She wants to be sportsmanlike. And yet, without fail, they always cross the line and threaten her life—even her own damn doppelgänger crosses that inhuman threshold. With a crescent-shaped smirk on her lips, she prepares to dodge the next move from her >>3464, leaping out of the liquid only to realize how wrong her assumption was. Chops connect freely with her body, launching her backward another dozen meters. Her salivary glands are reborn as a crimson mouthful, trickling in thin strands from her lips and nose. Clinging to the wall, she regains her composure, stone by stone, to continue. She had plotted many scenarios in her mind; this was not one of them.
"How...? And WHY?"
The question howls in her mind. In practice, they are virtually equally strong, fast, and resilient. Why is she the one getting beaten? What is she lacking to surpass herself?
If we subtract the anomalous abilities granted by the wolf transformation, her strength increased by a paltry, what, ten percent? There's no way that barrier defines a fight.
Panting, she raises a bruised gaze to scan the doppelganger's next move.
She can beat her.
Can she beat her?
Did a setback in the fight detonate all her confidence?
She convinces herself that this must be a bad joke from Professor Gojo; there's no way she's going to die learning a technique. She reconsiders. She motivates herself. And she gains enough courage to consider fighting instead of changing her name and escaping until her copy loses interest in killing her.
The crests of her spine emerge one by one, all along her back, just beneath the skin. She hunches over like a wrestler, kicks the ground, and charges head-on with such force that she splits the lava river in two even before passing through. Speed, strength, and momentum. Everything works as a general factotum to collide with her headfirst and carry her in her charge 1d100 = 89. If it works, she didn't plan to stop. She would go through wall after wall that delimited the underground infrastructure, felling everything that crossed her path ahead or above, in the Charian streets.
When she has no breath left, she will simply dismount her position of strained gasps. Searching with her good hand for a face with continuous punches and elbows, she would not allow her, for anything in the world, to gain distance; her life depended on not receiving an attack with the previous power.
Hopeful, she expected to develop the rest of the fight at close range. With elbows, hair-pulling like a child, and knee strikes.
1d100 = 14
sorry for the bland turn op, I haven't roleplayed since last time kek, but I'm picking up the pace again now
>>3463 ----Don't worry; let the southerners go to hell!----Respond fiercely.
He warned of the imminent attack by Smith; there's no escape at all. Cat grips the handle of her weapon and raises it mechanically, without thinking twice. The poor unfortunate woman, knowing she couldn't do much, adopts a suicidal resolution and decides to face the situation without any hope of maintaining her integrity at a hundred percent.
>>3466 >>3467 Cat ----Huh?----responded Cat. He wondered if he had lost his mind, or if he had lost it years ago. He hates to say it, but the voice is right: We have to attack
Finding space to execute the action, he drags the head of the axe across the floor, scraping hard enough to leave a mark; Like a coiled spring, he thrusts his arm forward, drawing a horizontal ellipse, seeking to split Maya in half.
I'll see if I respond today. Sorry for the delay. >>3464 >sorry for the delay Keksito. What a grace to respond to this after apologizing for the same thing.
You don't have to worry, I'm not here to rush anyone.
>is it legal to roll a die before an OPato action? I never asked if it was allowed kek It doesn't bother me, just keep in mind that you can only use 3 dice per turn. The last time you used the ground pound and then rolled three other dice keksito. It was fine for this training fight, but in case of a ranked fight I couldn't let it pass.
>>3465 >sorry for the boring turn op Ayy why do you say that kuek calm down.
>I didn't roll since the last time kek, I'm back to the rhythm now It happened when I sent you that turn you responded to, I didn't like it too much either it's ugly. Now back to getting my act together to respond.
>>3465 https://youtu.be/rLszrtmN7E8?si=IDvOnHvxR2r4GimT▶ Your hand is severed, your ribcage liquefied and pulverized. In a moment, you become a beam of fire that travels kilometers of sewer before sinking into lava, which now feels like a hot spring.
Gollo is going to check on you, you're really fine, so he allows himself to tease a bit. But your cursed reflection was not in the mood for jokes, fueled by the evil that serves as its fuel, it kicks and propels itself in a thrust that shatters everything behind it. The lava and bricks float as it closes the distance. You immediately emerge, naked from the waist down. Gollo places his palm on his bandage.
You planned to dodge, you were going to use all your body's strength to do so. But you had become an immediate target. The doppelganger saw no reason to keep advancing; the very instant your feet hovered a millimeter above the lava, your shadow's arms lunged forward, imbuing themselves to deliver a morote-zuki that was felt even in your mind.
You spat out your organs, which had already turned to mere blood, as the air around you exploded. The crackling came afterward, and the reaction to the impact only after that. You flew out, splitting the lava in two where you passed with your trail of fire, you finish a part of the sewer, breaking through a wall and embedding yourself several meters into it, where only the subsoil would slow your momentum.
Gollo "You're still alive. Good... Then this won't be so dramatic." -he looks you up and down- "but we need to get you some fireproof clothing soon."
He turns, giving you his back for privacy as he takes off his jacket, handing it to you. Meanwhile, you see your doppelganger walking slowly towards you, the lava begins to fall and reclaim its place in the river you just opened. Seeing her like that makes it seem like the lava is waiting for her to pass to resume its place, she's playing it cool.
"Here." -without turning around, he extends his clothes to you, they would be big on you, but that was the point now, to cover you-
>Doppelganger "Awoo~" -she lets out a small, cringe howl, the only sound she's made so far-
Debilitating Howl: 1d3 = 3
By sheer force of will and rage, you regenerate your pulverized spine. It marks your skin like your veins, the ground at your feet cracks from your mere presence, the hole in the wall you made grows in circumference. Gollo looks again, showing some interest... You take a breath... and something happens that surprises even him.
https://youtu.be/2BoT7NZz_7g?si=t6c6mEln-6kmAe6a▶ Something answers your plea for strength. Not the chaos emeralds... rings imbued with brilliant power. Painlessly, the spine you recovered destroys the skin on your back and stretches like dark thorns, a magical heat aura emanates from your skin that mocks lava, and as if magically drawn in the air through your wrists and ankles, bracelets of incandescent gold appear. As you open your eyes, the face of your clone reflected in your iris-less eyes seemed to be in total confusion... it couldn't walk. No... it walked VERY slowly.
>Gollo "Twice..."
You let out the air you were holding, and disappeared completely. Your clone didn't notice, nor did the lava. You took everything down with a headbutt it couldn't even dream of reacting to, leaving a trail of blood as extensive as the sewer that never seemed to fall. You went through wall after wall. X2. X3. X4. You felt your speed increase to the point of vertigo with every thousandth of a second, making you traverse the entire city's sewer system in less than a second. Even incinerating the ninja turtles before encountering a spring on the floor that shoots them both upwards, launching them outside.
They reach the sky in an instant, and everything except your doppelganger, who was out of it, seems to react. The entire city begins to be swallowed by the ground because you brought down everything that was above it. Falling into the lava to melt.
<Doppelganger 30%
The doppel shakes her head, reorienting herself, instantly stretches her arms downwards and saves two entire skyscrapers which she uses to try and crush you. But your mere fire-colored aura defends you, making the buildings explode like balloons before you launch yourself with your new flight ability directly at the clone. She opens her eyes wide, and tries to retract her arms to cover herself.
-1, -2, -3, -4... As if her speed were reduced, her arms return to a stupid slowness with which she doesn't even have time to blink before you stick to her, launching each of the blows in your repertoire. Your elbows, and your fists, one reborn from the ashes like the phoenix, flew and returned so quickly that your doppelganger's slow mind couldn't process it. Launching over 30,000 attacks of all kinds in a thousandth of a second.
<Doppelganger 0%
When you stopped, your clone could only contract her pupils in horror before each attack bulged her in all directions. More impacts than she could ever withstand at that concentrated power. Not knowing what to do, her body explodes, and with no more HP, this time she wouldn't recover.
...your eyes regain color, ironically, this time it shows that you weakened... your transformation fades... a sudden tiredness hits you. And you remember that you can't fly in your normal state as you begin to fall...
>>3465 Your fall stops with the floor. Or more precisely, tatami. It's hard to explain, but everything was fixed as if nothing happened, the sky was instantly darkened by a ceiling that appeared out of nowhere, or more precisely behind a loading screen or something like that.
You were back in the dojo, maybe someone could think it was a dream. You had no injuries at all, not even the slightest scratch was missing, your hands were fine, and your clothes were repaired to a shiny condition. Although traces of the fight remain, in the form of the professor Gollo's clothes, which you still have on if you accepted them before.
And that wasn't all. This same one, shirtless, appears blocking your view of the ceiling, smiling exaggeratedly.
>Gollo "Congratulations! I always knew you were going to win! Motivation Although maybe you went a bit overboard at the end. It was like Godzilla."
"Ahh, but I think that's all I can teach you for now..." -says with his thumb and index finger under his chin, which gives him a thoughtful expression-
Now... about the jacket... it smells like power! You can almost feel that it gives you some kind of boost just by wearing it.
¡MAPA! >super gym To improve health and strength >tiger technique house You are here >upgrade workshop To compare and upgrade weapons in a crazy way >employment center To get part-time jobs >paid beatings To fulfill hitman contracts >school Z To go to class >cashier To deposit the $500 >your house Finish the day.
pizzerias, park blabla Reminder that buying food can serve as healing items for fights. But you can only carry one piece of food at a time
A glance at the calendar on his wall crushes his desires.
Waking up was heavy, his mouth begged for a liquid that wasn't alcohol, and his room begged for some cleaning.
"... What the hell did I drink last night? Oil...?"
He had the drunk of the year... The memories try to return, but they do, slowly and blurry. And with some holes...
"Must be a joke..."
Who was the cause? He doesn't know. But his ring finger carried an extra weight this morning.
"... Better that no one sees this..." He puts the ring in a pocket. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Hopefully the other carrier knows these words.
The only distraction in such a problematic environment is to resort to routines. Brushing his teeth, taking a bath, having breakfast, the typical stuff... It would be easier if he didn't find a colorful character in every corner of the house.
"¿Mike Tyson?!" His only exclamation so far in this role.
He holds his head, needing help to carry the amount of information in his mind.
"What the hell happened yesterday...?" Said the phrase that was never dignified to say in the movies.
He wasn't the only guest apparently. In the closet was Carmelita, and the main living room was a zoo.
He had just left in time for a Marisa pizza commercial.
>Pizza suplex! An Italian said: "I've never tasted pizza like this in Italy!" Come on! Or order it. It arrives in 30 minutes... Or it's free!
"I'm hungry..."
His instinct makes him turn to the kitchen, and his peripheral vision catches something unusual among today's unusual things, an axe nailed to the wall.
"...."
Intrusive thoughts take over. He pulls the axe from the wall and looks it over from top to bottom...
"An axe... A ring... Halloween... I thought of a costume..."
He quickly returns to his room and checks his closet, being careful not to wake Carmelita. With a couple of clothes in his hands, he heads to the kitchen, needing some sugar to complete it...
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"¡WAKE UP!"
whack
The axe goes through the closet door (which he had closed earlier just to do this) waking up Carmelita.
Trevor debuts his costume with reference and everything, he was dressed as Jack Nicholson in 'The Shining'. In other words, he put on a coat, flannel, and covered himself with a pile of sugar to imitate the scene where he is covered in snow.
"¡UP EVERYONE! ¡LET'S GO!" He shouts and claps forcefully so it can be heard in the bathroom too. "¡THE PARTY IS OVER!"
While clapping, the "snow" falls off him, so his costume starts to look like normal clothing.
Once the guests wake up, he throws a shovel and broom to each one.
"I ordered two pizzas." That's what he did, offscreen. Lock in OP. "They should arrive in 30 minutes. I want this mess clean by then."
"Carmelita, clean the living room. Tyson, the bathroom. When you're done, go help Carmelita in the living room, I don't want the tiger to eat her. There are trash bags in the basement. I'll take care of my room and help you when I'm done. If the delivery person arrives and you haven't finished, we'll force him to clean too. No complaints, no protests. Get to work."
>>3466 The patriot disrespects a national symbol, using the excuse that it's the one that stains everything they live in. She apologizes, however, because she's still part of the country she loves, you fail to see the problem.
>Maya >124970 Maya looks at you as if she had gotten her period mid-fight. With seriousness, she treated you like a distant enemy, holding the small piece of mast that was left in her hand like a dagger.
"Please just surrender. We don't have to go on until the very end..."
You ignore her requests for peace, leaping back and adjusting your stance, Maya gets into guard position, ready for whatever... except for what you were about to do next. Your weapon touches the stone as you fire it like a rocket at her, creating a large crack in the flag walkway, which falls into the abyss. You press hard on the wood and your arm launches in a fast and explosive movement to close the small distance you had left in less than a thousandth of a second. Maya responds instantly, inserting between your weapon and her flesh the piece of mast she was holding to block, but it is cleanly cut, and followed by her body.
The impact was brutal, a sound that mixed thunder and blood accompanying the visceral scene. The axe was driven deep into her side, cutting through skin and flesh. Spattering everywhere, now it's Maya's turn to be dragged by your strike, her expression is pure pain before she drowns it by closing her eyes and clenching her teeth until they sound like wood crackling. Her hands grab your axe a thousandth of a second after the impact, preventing it from going further, but her white shirt began to stain with dark blood, as if you had sawed several veins in one swing.
Maya's hands tremble as she looks you in the eyes, her face is not one of anger or false heroic courage, she meets your gaze with sadness and pain, showing you her teeth in a grimace that combines these with horror.
"C-chica... You're going to kill me... You're going to kill me, do you understand...?"
Her voice... Out of nowhere, it tries to make you realize what you're doing. But that's exactly what this is about...
>>3471 The words "fire-resistant clothing" are skewered by her gaze. She sins as an obvious captain pointing at his bloody stump. She urgently demands a hospital, no— is that Sensei Gojo's jacket?
With her chest meticulously detailed, it's comparable to a wooden board. It's still not polished and lacks curvature. Yet, she herself shamelessly overlooks her own exhibitionism; everyone knows magma always conveniently drips from her chest and abdomen, temporarily clothing her.
She privatizes the garment hesitantly and dives headfirst into the fabric, sniffing as much of its fragrant scent as she can from behind Sensei's back.
It's the closest she's been to him throughout their entire conversation, and she doesn't think it's in vain.
"Sensei Gojo, w-would you marry m—
>Awooooo
The howl screeches like tinnitus in her ears and completely drowns out the love confession. Her arched eyebrows knit into a frown, her fingers clenching into fists. It churns her blood until what flows through her veins turns into boiling oil.
Her best estimate assumed she'd connect the tackle; the most fantastically optimistic predicted matching damage thresholds between them. Contrary to all expectations, her heartbeat climbs toward pre-heart-attack rhythms, body temperature and reflexes boiling red-hot. She leaves a void where she once stood and uses the doppelgänger's body as a runway.
They pierce through walls like air, touring the cloacal expanse of half the city. Crash—followed by another dozen crashes—makes her sweat.
When the sensation—yes, a physical sensation—reaches the tips of her fingers, she transforms her only hand into an iron fist. It's not her who makes them undergo this metamorphosis; it simply happens. Fury wells up in her with the same inevitability as the need to inhale. Its influence distorts every attack she makes. And she isn't aware of her own strength until she rebounds skyward like a stray projectile. Two buildings crumble from mere proximity, just like the doppelgänger before a thousand knuckles compressed into a single breath. It succumbs in a rain of vermillion confetti, its inability to regenerate declares an irrevocable winner. Falling headfirst to the sky, I savor the victory long enough to realize the spectacular fall. I'll probably have to buy a parachute for the next fight.
aww, I wanted to see what would happen if the doppelganger won before a save point kek
>>>>
She rolls up her jacket and poses for Gojo. She flexes nonexistent muscles, arches a knee, and poses a hand by her face à la Marilyn Monroe.
"How does it look on me?"
Incorrect question, she rephrases it to: How did she look?
She feels her absent arm for a second and checks her health where bruises, mutilations, and fractures used to nest. It's intact. Which would make her doubt the veracity of her previous fight if she weren't wearing the coat.
"Did I win?"
Her skepticism died before reaching her tongue.
I curve my mouth into a proud bulge, forming a tiny pout on duck lips. Still ambushed by the disadvantage, she swept away her counterpart.
"I won, I won. Obviously I won, a student can't let anyone below their sensei beat them."
It was an unwritten rule, like not shitting in someone else's house. And speaking of rules, Viceroy wants to break one or two with Gojo.
Putting her hands behind her back with a shifty gaze that plays ping-pong in the corners of the establishment.
"Sensei, if you have nothing left to teach me" She rolled her eyes and with a sigh said "Do you want t-to accompany me to Hispa-pizza?" She shrugged, fumigating misunderstandings "To c-celebrate that I'm seventh! Nothing weird, just sensei-student, celebrating!"
Whether he accepted or denied, she would carry out a small plan as soon as she left. She would grip her phone and on Twitter, she would graffiti a direct hook to the liver of the accounts that followed her.
>>3472 I shall canonize Marisa Pizzakek When the first traces of dawn weigh on your eyelids, which already seemed to have dumbbells tied to them, you begin to half-wake up. You peel open your eyelids, breaking the seal of sleep crust, and find yourself in a bed surrounded by the chaos unleashed on a weekday. You can suffer for your misfortune or curse whoever invented Tuesday, but even then you'd still have to live through it.
The migraine is like a needle stuck in the middle of your brain—nothing too strong, but constant. Just because it's mild doesn't mean it lets up. It's accompanied by other discomforts: a dry mouth, and a strange tingling in your gut, as if aluminum foil wrapped around your insides was shifting. All together, it's unpleasant. You need water... or something.
With that clear, you get up and realize you need to reconstruct yesterday from the memory fragments left behind. A wedding that will remain an eternal secret, Carmelita in the closet, a ruined house, a famous boxer... Listing them out, it's not easy to connect the dots. Better head downstairs to deal with the slump. A commercial falls from the sky. Whether the Italian's words are insult or compliment, with your hunger you're in no position to say no to a pizza. Bip bup. You make a call off-screen and head toward the stairs, grabbing that random axe on the way.
The weapon spins around your forearm, creating trails of wind. It's as if it's tied to you, moving around your body like a basketball you're dribbling without ever losing control. Its grayish shape draws itself in the air in multiple places at once, creating a spectacle of platinum-colored air rings that wait for you to stop before shattering outward in all directions like fireworks.
>You obtained: normal axe! Carmelita "AAAHH!"
She can't see a damn thing—sunglasses + closet—but the loud noise startles her, scares her, makes her fall to the floor as light filters in, letting her make out, backlit, the shape of the axe that in one swift strike opens a hole the size of your head.
"AAAAHHHH! HELP!"
She trembles, retreating into the corner, screaming with a horror so intense she turns pale, resembling a soulless being. She freezes completely, taking a moment to finally recognize the details that confirm it's you. You step back and call a meeting. Carmelita is the first to come out, punching your legs and stomping your foot. You don't feel any of it—she's too weak.
"AGH, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOUUU! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"
The bathroom door opens. Tyson steps out, accompanied by a pair of pigeons that flutter up and take seats on the ceiling fan. The boxer grabs his head.
>Tyson "Azzh, what's up, Jack...?" —he calls you that because he can't remember your name, but coincidentally you're dressed as Mr. Torrance—
You throw cleaning supplies at them. Carmelita, who's been stomping you this whole time, has to stop to catch the items on reflex. Tyson does the same, though he wasn't hitting you to begin with. >Carmelita "Eek!, ¿Eh?!, ¿Y esto?"
>Tyson Carmelita "Ahem." -insists on her previous question-
>Carmelita "¿N-no puedo llamar a alguien que haga el trabajo por mí? Uh- a Mary Poppins, ¡sí!"
¡Sin peros!
"Ay..."
Carmelita leaves with her head down, heading to the living room. A moment later, a roar and a high-pitched scream are heard. The noise of many things falling, along with several stomping heels, and more commotion.
>Tyson "¡Hazte la muerta! Se aburre rápido." -he exclaims before entering the bathroom-
Truth is, you could clean the entire house in less than a second if you wanted, but it was probably more fun sending everyone else to work for you. You get to work on your part... with a montage!
Clothes into the closet. Cans into the bag. Sheets neatly arranged. With the broom, you gathered every last speck of dust into one spot. You put the lamp back on top of the dresser. Your trash bag gradually fills up. You make the bed, dust everything, Tyson comes out of the bathroom wearing a shower cap and gloves, behind him, the tiles shine iridescently. Your room looks the same, even the carpet squeaks clean somehow. Tyson gives you a thumbs-up. 15 minutes were enough to erase all traces of the party.
DIIING DOOONG
Downstairs, your doorbell rings, reverberating through the whole house, preceding the shout coming from below.
>Delivery Guy "THE PIZZAS ARE HERE!"
Tyson runs out and twists his ankle.
>Tyson "Oh, nigga!"
He falls down the stairs, bouncing off the steps and railings.
"AaAaAaAaAaA."
He crashes face-first onto the floor. His ears are burning. I don't know how many times I've referenced that video kek — as you follow and go down the stairs, you have to open the door while he recovers, only to find the living room wasn't cleaned at all, plus Carmelita lying on the floor, lounging in a puddle of blood with the white tiger draped over her like a blanket.
Tiger as a blanket... Its name was kinda Latino or Spanish after all.
As you head to the door and answer it, on the other side you find the puppet-like guy with a mustache holding the two pizzas you ordered.
>Delivery "Jeje eh, I've got a pizza for you. Did anyone here order the pizza with EXTRA SAUSAGE?"
He thrusts his hips forward rhythmically, making suspicious pelvic movements.
The boxes are large, smell good, and are still warm. The printed image is of Pizzaboy, the ever-smiling mascot of PizzaSuplex, giving his delicious cuisine a big thumbs-up...
You need to pay $36 for the two fully-loaded large pizzas.
>>3475 Bro is down bad kek >aww, I wanted to see what would happen if the doppelganger won before a save point kek It's training, you just lose and would have to do it again, they count - just like part-time jobs - as minigames. So it's almost like a separate world, for example, if it's raining in the roleplay and you enter a part-time job, it doesn't rain until you finish the job. >>3476 I forgot Pizzaboy's image. Very important to the plot.
>>3474 Ahem... It's GOLLO, not Gojo.Because I don't think I could portray the real Gojo entirely well, so I slightly changed his name kek The blood explosion marks your victory, and a moment later, it cleanses you of any injuries—you can enjoy that.
You're wearing the uniform, even though it's so loose that you feel the breeze slipping through its gaps and caressing your skin. It doesn't discourage you. Gollo seems to take your question very seriously, leaning his upper body toward you and resting his chin between two fingers while tilting his head slightly, scrutinizing you from various angles... despite having a blindfold on.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm..."
He utters, long and drawn out. It could be said in an exaggerated way, until eventually he stops and nods, having reached a conclusion within himself. He nods again, his fingers leaving his chin to point directly at you.
"Technically, it's way too big on you, like you're trying to wear a tent. The collar wraps around your head and reminds me of Zetsu from Naruto. You look like a little girl playing dress-up..." -he smiles, gives you a thumbs-up- "Which means it suits you perfectly!" -Wait, what does that mean?-
"Something like this is normal when you're wearing the uniform of someone vastly superior in strength, style, and looks beauty. But don't worry—maybe someday I'll give you your own uniform, and you can wear it almost as well as I do." -as if anyone could do better-
>125346
"95?" -He looks at you again- "Are you cheating or something?" -shrugs- "Fine! I guess I'll accept this celebration." -he says, taking a few steps past you- "But if you order pineapple on pizza, you'll cease to be my student instantly."
When you look up from your phone—which still only notifies you about new deals on TEMU—you find yourself sitting at the table, surrounded by the ambiance.
The player piano plays a soft jazz melody. You hear some accompaniment, but visually, it's the only instrument providing the music. In the atmosphere, you don't hear the murmur of other voices—only the occasional lively sounds from the kitchen, from which the warmth of the place must emanate, drifting through the air along with a wealth of pleasant, characteristic scents. Dough, cheese, oregano—notes you could pick out if you paid attention. But the hottest thing here isn't the kitchen, the oven, or even the thick candle that serves as a centerpiece. It's your sensei.
Looking at him, he outshines the poor little candle, which would blush if it had blood or cheeks to flush. The strongest one leans back in his chair, scanning the menu, stealing glances from every girl in the place. Which is why the usual neighborhood buzz is missing today—indistinct murmurs replaced by jealous whispers from the unfortunate couples who brought their dates here. You see some guy dragging his girlfriend away by the wrist, clearly pissed.
Gollo doesn't seem to care about the effect he's causing. Oh, by the way—he put on another one of those jackets, just like the one you're wearing now, before we left. His muscles are once again hidden beneath that deceiving fabric.
"Hmm... Napolitana..."
He's deciding. What do you even do in situations like this? Dates. This is your second one today... Wow, you've really turned into a Casanova this year.
If you looked at the menu—since they left one for you too—you'd find the usual. Pizzas... Duh.
Margherita, Napolitana, Pepperoni, four-cheese, Hawaiian... okay, scratch that last one.
Over to the side there are side dishes, appetizers. Garlic sticks? Mozzarella sticks? Something more recognizable is the last listed appetizer: barbecue wings, 8 pieces for just $9... I mean... $8.99—sounds cheaper that way.
Drinks. Bottled water. They charge you for that too. There's also iced tea, for any lunatic who wants to mix tea with pizza. Then canned and bottled sodas. They've got the usual selection: koka, bepis, fantah, sprai... No alcohol though, not that you could order it anyway. You're a couple years short of being allowed that kind of madness.
Funny thing—old enough to kill, but not to vote.
Desserts? Cheesecake! They also have the king, the mandatory tiramisu. And brownies. That's not bad either, though maybe they could expand this section a bit... then again, it's called a pizzeria, not a dessert shop.
After this, a mustachioed man approaches holding a notepad.
>mustache "Have you decided what you're ordering?"
>Gollo "I'll take a Napolitana pizza. That's Giorno Giovanna's favorite, right?"
>Mustache "Huh? Who...? I mean... Yeah, sure..."
Now it's your turn to order. Sorry for the delay, I'm kinda out of history because of some stuff
The kunoichi's last effort is as useless as the sunfish in nature, her lightning swan hits the criminal turned into a cave bear and her body mass protects him but unfortunately for her, it serves as a conductor for Kaguya herself to be electrocuted by her attack. Not only was she left with burns after the failed fire dragon, she now suffers from strong electroshocks that cause intense spasms and foam at the mouth, not to mention the waste it leaves behind. his body with its strong hairy arms. Would there have been anything left of that pretty girl who stole Owen's perverted glances? Physically, who knows, but there was something left in the depths of his being, something that could be a double-edged sword, something that was never going to abandon Kaguya even if she were an amorphous bundle of flesh, something so strong that not even Owen the bear himself can overcome and that something is:
His will.
His iron and dignified will.
She can feel her skin singed, her muscles tensed by the electric shock, her back shattered, her bones turning into a broth of marrow, her organs into spaghetti bolognese and her brain into a broth of brains. And yet she doesn't give up! This frustrates the bear who cannot break her spirit as he breaks her body, so he hugs her harder, hugs her desperately, shakes her from one side to the other, he even crashes himself into a couple of trees so that his attack is more devastating, to transform her into a worn rag both physically and mentally, however, deep inside, he knows that he will not succeed, the Owen the bear knows that it is useless, he will not be able to subdue her as he wishes, like the beast that he is, it is That's why he separates himself a little and starts roaring directly at her face and very close to her or what "remains" of her face, he wants to face her once more...
His eyes become bloodshot.
They shine.
As if they were hell itself.
Owen the bear had won but he hadn't even realized it, Owen the bear is more annoyed by not being able to really feel like a winner, not being able to crush his willpower, not seeing his rival humiliated and on the ground, Kaguya had surpassed him, not in the result of the fight, but in pride, the one where it hurts the most for alpha animals, there is no worse feeling than that of a defeat when winning, that of strong frustration, of not having been enough.
"I WILL KILL YOUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
"(I...No...)"
"I WILL KILL EVERYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY!"
"(I don't know how to be a human being, Onigawara.)"
I'M GOING TO DOMINATE THE SCHOOL, THE RANKING! I WILL DOMINATE THEM ALL!"
"(Do it? You make it sound so simple.)
"I CAN AGAINST THEM ALL! ALONE! I CAN KILL THEM ALL!"
"(There... You're right... That's why I wanted to be a criminal... I wanted to be free... I wanted to live outside of what people thought of me...)"
"IF THE WORLD IS AGAINST ME! I WILL BE AGAINST THE WORLD!
"(What you what? Dude... That sounds very queer... Ha... HAHAHA.)"
"I DON'T NEED ANYONE IN MY LIFE! "I DON'T NEED ANYONE'S HELP, DAMN IT!"
"(Okay, okay, I'll accept your help. No homo! Ok? My old man already thinks I'm a whore for just hanging out with you and not having a girlfriend.)"
I DON'T NEED FRIENDS, I DON'T NEED A GIRLFRIEND, I DON'T NEED A FAMILY! I ONLY NEED ME!
"(But thank you for being a good friend, Oni, I... I will show you that I can be a human being... The best human being in the galaxy, yes?)"
"I'M GOING TO EAT YOU ALIVE! I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOUR FOREST! I WILL KILL ALL YOUR LOVED ONES! JUST BECAUSE!"
"(Promise me that if I lose my way... You'll be there to hit me hard... And bring me back to my senses... Deal? But a hard hit huh.)"
"YOU WANT A MONSTER?! I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A MONSTER TO REALLY BE AFRAID OF! I WILL BE ONE!"A battle of Owens, on the outside the Owen that was supposedly destined to be, the bear that he saw in that forest camp, the monster that screams hoping to kill the ninja's determination and that throws a big tantrum because of it, a beast without any type of logic that is only guided by its instincts, without values, without a code of honor. An aberration! On the other hand there was the Owen of a lifetime, the Owen who remembers what he answered to Onigawara before bumping fists on that cold night, an Owen who still had hope of changing, of being different, of not letting himself be carried away by the current, those two Owens fight indirectly while Kaguya is taken to the precipice of her life, one more strong squeeze and she would end her existence... But that squeeze did not come... Quite the opposite... Owen the bear's strength was reduced as well as its size, as well as its fur, and muscles.
It was de-transformed.
He was returning to normal.
His clothes were torn.
Not to mention that he is half naked.
The deadly bear hug turns into a normal hug similar to the one in pic 3 but Owen's face looks worried, surprised and frightened by his own power and aggressiveness, he clings to Kaguya's great body, not with brute force, but rather with a desperation for not knowing if she was still alive, Owen buries his face in the ninja's breasts, not out of lust, now is not the time for horniness, rather out of shame, he does not have the courage to look at her face, To see what he did to her, to see how he disgraced her, the criminal peeks behind her back to see her hands, to see her palms bathed in the girl's vital liquid, from a flower that had to defile her.
"W-What did I do? O-My God... What did I do? Cough... Cough... Cough..."
He gasps, coughs and breathes hard, the adrenaline rush still remains in his veins, at least until he kneels with Kaguya still in his arms, gently takes her head, and caresses her hair with tenderness.
"P-Per... Forgive me."
He bites his lips,
"Please forgive me"
It's hard for him to breathe.
"D-Don't die, you're going to get revenge... I-I'll help you with your revenge."
He feels a little dizzy.
"Hold on, damn it."
He looks away at his partner even though his gaze is still lost in regret for having been a monster, at least during the fight. In fact, Oni also sees regret towards him since Owen knows very well what he said and what it represents for his friend, but it is not the time to apologize or correct what the bear said. Owen raises Kaguya as a princess and offers her to Oni. He wants her to end up like Home Run, he doesn't want to kill her nor does he want to hand her over so they can do something to her, that's why he asks Oni for the favor.
"W-We need to help her... Fuck, Oni... Take her to a fucking hospital right now! They're going to come for her! You bastard, take her in your arms and run without looking back! Don't ask! I'll say she's dead... Because if you don't take her, she's going to... Let's not waste time, buddy! Aren't you supposed to help me in shitty situations like this?! Then... We'll talk about whatever we need to talk about... Now Let's do the right thing, Oni. Let's do the right thing."
>>3473 >Cath Cat has learned a lot over the years. One of the most important lessons Cat has learned in life was a few days ago: Destiny is indifferent and capricious. Watching the chauvinist begging for a victory made Cat feel mixed emotions:
>>3481 >Cat The coin flew for a while until it hit the ground; Cat watched the result, and felt some frustration over the outcome. Let Maya see the answer of fate as well, and took the damned coin back.
Cat looked at her rival with infinite sorrow, and could only mutter a brief apology:
----I feel sorry...----Cat pulled the axe with delicacy, trying not to damage Smith's hands. With her free weapon, she re-grasped it with force, and, "clenching the heart," she charged at her, sweeping against the neck, hoping to decapitate her urgently to spare her a miserable and agonizing death.
>>3478 Huddled at the side of the menu, she read with furious blinks. The cheekbones of girls, including herself, shone with the dull gleam of red agate.
If the eye is the king of the senses, Gollo is the crown itself.
The theory of romance, previously loosely installed in her skull, plated a banquet of silences that drained all climax. Her entire arsenal was decimated upon glancing at the menu and suggesting with poor initiative a handful of invertebrate "umms," "g-goll- n-nothing," and a couple of embarrassing "why does sensei gollo look so much like gojo?"
The indecorous subverts to uncomfortable when the waiter arrives at her table.
"What do you recommend for someone allergic to carbohydrates and intolerant to lactose?"
The logical answer would be water.
Paranoia and pronoia eyed each other from opposite ends of the tablecloth, two guests who should never coincide and who found seats at that table. Confidence, charm, composure. Of all that Gollo exuded in Angelica, she was in chronic deficit.
She planted the menu on the table and sighed.
One of the most useful tools in adult life is the ability to know how to differentiate what you want, what you need, and what you can achieve; from the harmony and friction of these aspects, achievable goals are born, which will fill our lives with experience.
Thanks to this, you don't confuse mental fucks with objectives. And likewise, you don't waste time chasing dreams that objectively, due to lack of skill, resources, luck, talent, or all of them, cannot be achieved. It is the perfect antidote against self-deception disguised as ambition.
And what Angelica teaches us is nothing more than the manifesto of a waste of time. An approach based on the most childish magical thinking possible. Blind faith that wanting something intensely is equivalent to deserving it.
The equivalent of a child who excitedly tells you he wants to be Superman when he grows up. Or to be the girlfriend of the most desirable specimen in the hemisphere, in her case.
Without contributing anything more than the conviction that the world should adapt to her fantasy. She continues.
Her rosy cheeks diminishing, she finally gathered her courage and cleared her throat with a rasp.
"Alcohol."
Even the most puritanical is seduced with brandy running through their veins and lubricating their consciousness.
"Sensei Gojo cannot be toasted without alcohol."
She shrugged with a sly smile.
"It's a family tradition."
She'll fall for the trap; it's not her mom, nor the judiciary, nor even an authority with a robe or a gun, it's Gollo. And on her moral scale, she assumed legality was a decorative concept, something hung when convenient and ripped out when it got in the way.
Did you know that monks copied manuscripts drunk? That's why the Bible survived and not the sober manual.
Bendable or not, she skips to the next topic.
"Does Sensei think there are stronger people in China? I want to go on vacation someday."
Flying kicks of 600 meters and aria mountain-splitting slaps, she wanted to confirm with her own eyes if the oriental fantasy was another Chinese tale.
>Persuasion kek 1d100 = 31
>>3483 How have you been these weeks OPato? I took a mini-vacation from the role kek
Finally finished the last day of exams for this year. Finally I'm free... NOW TO ROLL! I have a lot to respond to... I probably won't answer everyone today kek but whatever. I'll try. And I'll do my best to keep the board active! Prepare for a new role of something. We'll see what. But it'll be in party.
>>3479 All the power of the lightning was aimed directly at you, but it could not matter less. You did not move, you were going to break her as you pleased.
The Kirin touched the ground in an instant, and exploded into a huge electric pillar that consumed both of you in a blue ocean of electricity. The lightning destroys the ground beneath and rumbles, roaring like a violent explosion and flashing until it blindingly shines.
In the middle of that electricity you were, being electrocuted in every centimeter of your bodies at the same time, inside and out, without that affecting your violence in the slightest.
You resist the spasms, everything, and press with more force. You agitate. You throw yourself against the new wall created in the crater and smash it against this. Kaguya, turned into a charred silhouette among the fluorescent blue was no longer responsive even by reflex. Did you kill her? It did not matter, you continued until every part inside her passed from crushed to liquefied.
>Onigawara (flashback) Kaguya The lightning finally dies out, and you end up standing at the bottom of a deep smoldering crater. You grab Kaguya, putting her in front of your face.
You can look at her better. Every part of her body was covered with burns so deep and painful as hell, and she had become a dead weight that only longed for the ground and the end. But you needed to break that pride that she showed you earlier. Your jaws, which could have perfectly charred her meat, spat out her noisy final challenge.
Onigawara Nagato "Wait."
You recognize that voice, looking back... only a hand, you have to lower your gaze to see it properly. Nagato, her hand extended upwards to touch your shoulder. She looks at you with half-lowered eyelids, almost like a mockery.
>Onigawara "¡Eh, eres tú...!"
Nagato ignores him, walks without letting go of your shoulder until she is in front of you, her movements are slow, constructed with a care that almost made it seem like a dance step.
>Nagato "So... you don't want to kill this girl?"
A smirk almost mocking appears on her face. She had assumed it from the beginning, since this morning. She told you. But she does not accuse you, at least not with words, before stepping away from you without stopping to face you, with her hands behind her back.
"It's fine." -she says, now smiling ear to ear. It is a genuine smile, but her eyes give it a sinister expression-
>Onigawara "¿E-eh?"
The men in white from the last fight approach. One of the two, giant like your bear form, extends his hands for you to hand over the girl.
"¡Eh!, who are you guys?"
>Nagato "We'll take care of it. Owen, come with me."
Once you hand over the girl, they can proceed. Nagato calls you with one hand and leads you to her classic limousine, Onigawara follows behind you.
Another man in white opens the door and Nagato enters, then you. Then he closes the door.
>Onigawara "¡Eh!"
Without further ado, the limousine starts. They leave behind your partner and the girl. Nagato, leaning against his door, looks at you with that mocking smile. As if waiting for a reaction from your part.
Whether there is or not, he throws you a can and an imperative.
>Nagato "Drink this."
You catch it without any problem. It is the monster white kek although you have doubts, Nagato insists that it is mandatory that you drink it.
If you accept, you open the can. You hear its characteristic pzzt, clack and you take a sip... Its intense flavor fills you with an energy that pushes you beyond your limits.
>MAXIMUM HEALTH INCREASED. >Owen: 110% HP
"Congratulations. Now you are number 6 in the ranking." -he congratulates you with a look that can only be described as neutral, it can be felt as fake-
"Why didn't you kill her, Owen?" -he asks while maintaining that face that says nothing- "Did you fall in love?"
>>3480 You were going to kill her. The girl exclaims directly in your face, trying to make you see sense. To see if deep down there was still something human left in you that would stop you from killing.
You seem out of control, you look at her, but in reality you don't see her. You're lost in your thoughts, unable to decide whether to cross the line again or not. Your angel and your demon tempt you equally, but luck turns out to be more reasonable.
You pull out a coin. Maya, focused on your eyes, doesn't notice until you put it in front of her. Between the pain that doesn't leave her gaze, you see her raise an eyebrow in confusion.
>Maya <I hate having to do this, but I think it's the only way
"Uh...?"
<If it lands heads, I won't attack; I'll give you time to compose yourself and continue the fight. If it lands tails, I will attack.
In an instant, her face turned into one of shock. As if you had spat a horrible blasphemy at her, then she looked hurt. Her chin almost touched her chest and her face combined pain with disappointment and disbelief.
"Is this... a joke...?"
You fling the copper, which spins in the air, followed by the contracted pupils of the heroine in horror, who with each spin confirms more that this is true. And that only because the 50/50 decided it, when it fell to the ground, as you had established, you would kill her.
Still unwilling to believe it, she faced you as if seeking comfort in your face, an answer that denies your idea.
<I feel sorry...
She didn't find it. Her gaze turned to concern for a brief moment before you pulled the weapon from her flesh, deforming her expression into one of pain.
"Ngh-"
She grabbed her side, and looked at you. She faced you, no longer scared or concerned, but truly angry. Your axe erased all doubt, flying directly toward her neck in a precise strike in which the other girl didn't resist.
CLACK
<Maya 70%
The strike was stopped by nothing more than the same neck you had aimed to split in two. Your axe is embedded superficially in the area of the girl's throat, and remains stuck in the same way as hitting a log. She looks at you, furious as she grabs the handle of your weapon and speaks to you.
"Are you... leaving people's lives to chance?"
You can feel her anger in every word, as if her mouth were filled with a new hatred toward you.
"That's... cruel. It's... HORRIBLE! You're... You're a monster! A real monster..."
The girl uses her immense strength to push the wood of your weapon, separating it from her neck, which remains with a cut that seems superficial.
"I can't let a killer like you go like that..."
She raises her fist, and exclaims with the determination that only her voice and her gaze can reflect.
"I'm going to stop you!"
She says, throwing a punch with all her might, directly toward your nose.
>>3484 You actually got the date! You, Gollo alone face to face at the table. Could it be more romantic?
Yes, actually it could be better. In reality, both are separated by the menus. One relaxed and sprawled out, like an example of the word 'confidence'... the other, unable to utter anything coherent, except doubts that the professor either doesn't hear... Or isn't interested in answering.
Next to him, you look like a social inept. Are these the side effects of love...? Or... Admiration? Or... whatever it is you find yourself actually feeling? While that isn't clear, what is clear is that between uhms and ehhs you wasted the quality time before ordering, which becomes the priority.
>Waiter Gollo "Will you bring us the pizza already?"
>Waiter "Tough crowd. Uhm... "
Gollo "Hm?" -he straightens up a little in his chair, as if to pay more attention, he seems slightly interested-
>Waiter "Alcohol..."
>Gollo Waiter "Yeah, it's not a damn bar anyway. We have beer... and I think I saw some wine around... not bad for when the Super Bowl comes at least."
>Gollo "And milkshakes?"
>Waiter "Uh... no, what do you mean milkshakes? It's a pizza place."
>Gollo "Ah. That could be a problem... And any soda...?"
You wanted alcohol! You present your dice as a method of persuasion.
Waiter "Whatever, but hurry up!"
>Gollo <Does Sensei think there are stronger people in China? I want to go on vacation someday.
"Hm?, Vacation to China?" -he brings his hand to his chin and looks at the ceiling- "I don't think I've ever been there..." -he looks at you- "I heard other countries have their own rankings." -he shrugs- "but I don't know much about it." -he tilts his head- "Why, do you want to go to that country just for that?"
He raises his palms and smiles as if the idea couldn't amuse him more.
"Still, I don't think you'll find anyone stronger than me."
Screw it, I mentioned it before but not directly. Basically if there's a school for this role it'll be called world rumble and... well. That's all I'll say kekcito
>>3484 >How did you do these weeks OPato? I took some mini vacations from the role kek Ah, pretty well. I finished the couple of weeks with a couple of approvals and now I'm well free, I feel pleeeno. That said, I came back a bit rusty. I'll be recovering the level while writing. Or so I hope.
My only regret is that I won't be able to do a special for Christmas...
I hope you're all doing great, I see the board is quite slow.
>>3491 Thank you very much, little blackie! And a very Merry Christmas to you too and to everyone. You deserve the best. I was thinking of going into /v/ santa mode and gifting some games but I doubt they'd want to post their steam accounts here kek. But oh well I hope you had a great time, with family, or with friends, or however. These are the times to eat, drink, enjoy, and smile, and I wish nothing less than that you've smiled a lot.
See you when I see you! Kek I'll be here to answer turns.
“That’s cruel. That’s horrible… You’re a Monster ”
Her expression remained calm, but those words demoralized the already downcast Catherine. She would have liked to break down, but those voices kicked in:
<[Id /The Uhlan/] ----Well, it’s too late to apologize. She just decided she’s going to kill you, and nothing will change her mind.----
<[Superego /The Prosecutor/] ----And the only one to blame here is you. For a killer, you’re too soft to see everything you’ve set out to do to its ultimate conclusion. You’re pathetic, Catherine.----
The voices kept arguing and hitting. Until the “singing” voice of the trio (or at least that’s what Cat thinks), intervened between the two personalities to give her opinion:
<[Ego /The Doctor/] [aa]----I’m afraid my colleagues are right. It’s time to stop “half-measures,” miss. Go. ----The voice paused and continued.----Smith is coming on strong, and I don’t think we can escape the attack that’s coming; Counterattack, “take the bullets,” and focus on delivering the finishing blow, if possible.----[/aa]
That said, the voices faded once more. Although, she now has some functional instructions to try and get out of this alive. Madness may have already taken hold of her, but that doesn’t mean they want to drag her into the abyss (for now).
>>3493 >Cat The voices were gone, but I notice something peculiar: Maya didn't have any weapons at hand. Like a moth drawn to a spotlight, Cat dropped her axe and charged forward. Fists clenched, she felt the flow of blood throb against her fingertips. Catherine is many things; being a boxer is on the list. Ready for the counterattack, she curved her trajectory and decided to respond to Maya. She lunged with speed, pushing her fist against her adversary's face with impetus.
He could feel the impact of his fist on bone; likewise, he felt the pain of the opposing punch spreading across his cheeks. That voice was not mistaken. He hurried to load his left, throwing a hook against the torso.
----Molon. Labe.----He whispered with a certain unwholesome enthusiasm.
>>3490 BTW, Happy belated holidays; I get you, the Christmas special would have been hilarious, but that's how things are. In theory, Cat's fight is still on Halloween, lmao.
>>3476 lol if you do it I give you permission to canonize Tengen and do whatever you want with him. I couldn't roleplay him well because I lol-died quick turn I want to continue >Trevor
>AGH, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOUUU!, YOU'RE AN IMBECILE! >Azzh what's up, Jack...?
He hands a shovel and broom to each of them and announces that he ordered pizza.
>Ohh, What kind?
"Pepperoni and anchovies with corn." The last option was controversial, he knows that. But if you eat at his house, you eat what he likes.
>Wowowow. I don't even sweep at my own house, and you think I'm going to do it here?
"You don't get drunk at your house, but you do at mine. How do you respond to that?" Literally, how do you respond to that?
>Perfect, I just need some cleaning music. >Yeah... Wait, what did you say?
"My dad has a sound system and some cumbia records in the living room if you guys want." That's where the trashy music came from.
>Hey, no! W-wait!, Did you say tiger?!
With no other business to attend to, the cleaning begins.
--
>Hehe, uh, I have a pizza for you. Did you guys order the pizza with EXTRA SAUSAGE here?
"No, but I'll take it." He didn't know the joke.
He takes the pizzas from him and puts an arm around his shoulders, pushing him towards the house.
"Hey Mike, give him a broom and put him to work cleaning. Carmelita isn't doing anything..."
He closes the door.
"Change of plans. Pepperoni and Sausage." He drops the pizza on the table in front of the sofa. He opens both boxes, revealing the steaming surface of the breakfast. He preferred to eat healthier, to stay strong, but with a hangover like this, he'd eat a breaded polar bear liver if he had to.
He throws a slice to the tiger so he'll leave Carmelita alone and sits down to eat.
"Hey, gladiator..." He refers to Carmelita. "I didn't know you could fight."
Clearly, she couldn't, she barely tried before they knocked out a tooth. At least, that's what he remembers. Still, he had a bit of respect for her.
"Are you going to do something about that tooth?" If he hadn't noticed yet, now was the time.
"You should get one like this." He shows his gold fang. "They're expensive, but you can rip them out of someone else. That's how I got mine."
"Simple, right Mike?" He asks the other fighter. He should know about this. "I punched him and it flew off. Although... when it comes to breaking teeth, I prefer them to hang loose for a while. You know? When they're loose and they don't realize it until they see the tooth on the ground. It's funny."
--
He would continue until the pizza was gone, and until the delivery guy finished cleaning. He would give him the money and a tip of one (1) dollar for cleaning.
And now, for real... He goes out to look for his car. He had to get to class early.
But first...
"Hey Mike. There's something I've always wanted to do."
>>3493 >>3494 Maya pushes your weapon and you drop it, the axe falls, she approaches you and throws her fist at your face, you decide not to stay behind, your hand flies and your hands cross, brushing against each other, the wind whistles as if a truck had passed by you. Null defenses, fists pass without resistance and hit each other's faces. You feel your cheek sink and your teeth loosen as your face is violently pushed back, just like Maya's. Blood flies and splashes, a couple of your teeth fall out, and the wind at her feet intensifies until the ground gives way and sinks into a small crater.
>126049 >>3496 Well planted, you crouch and sweep your arm across the distance. Your hand curves and like a hook seeks the gills, but the debilitating blow the black one avoids with a jump backward that revives the sporting distance. Your hand impacts the air, which explodes and knocks down all the flags to your left.
Maya hasn't touched the ground yet and already clasps her hands. She realizes something, with sweat on her forehead, she understands that if she doesn't give her all, she will die. She sighs nervously and, joining her hands, seems to summon something. The cloud that cast a shadow over them dissipates and descends to position itself behind her, being in reality an uncountable amount of floating gloves like the ones she had thrown at you before.
>Maya "Ok, no holding back...!"
She exclaims to herself, and frowning to initiate a deadly seriousness, she runs at you, a flash step that makes her appear beside you at breakneck speed.
"JUWAAA!"
She exclaims in a jump and throws a kick, a lateral, aerial one, spinning to sink her foot into your face and send you flying away.
Maya: 1d120 = 46
After that, the swarm of gloves, which plague the sky like raindrops in a storm, begin to fall in the form of fists, attacking you from all directions. High-powered blows aimed at your sides, face, back. By sheer numbers, there was no centimeter of your body that wasn't targeted by at least one fist.
>>3501 >a whole year without roleplaying a side character fuck OP I'm gonna end up like this kek
>I already have a stupid idea which one? or is it a surprise? kekI hope you use it then, I want to see what you do with italdo if you want info on the character I'll give it to you
>Cy keksito had some ideas There's always the option of shitting on the continuity and doing the chapter at Christmas kek
>>3492 aldo, I did post my estim account, I'm just saying I don't even use it because I pirate everything ayy
See you when we see each other OP which will be tomorrow when I come to say happy new year for the second time. Have a good new year.
>>3503 HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Highs, lows, the year will have given us plenty to talk about. But it's ending again, and we can look back happily because despite everything, we made it. Who knows what the future holds, but it's best to start positive. It will be another year, and I'm sure we'll be closer to the goals we've set for ourselves!
Thanks for being there, a year is quite a long time and you were there with me. Know that I always appreciate it, this place is nice for me. I don't know of any other place where we can play little roleplays like this. Another thing to thank you for, let's go.
>>3502 Kek. This year I'll answer you without fail, little black guy.
>Which one? Or is it a surprise? I don't know if I should say it, it's not a big deal in terms of spoilers, but I imagine it would be more fun if I do it unexpectedly kek
>I hope you use it then, I want to see what you do with it >Aldo, if you want info about the PC I'll give it to you Go ahead, I'm open to receiving info. Some mini-bible of personality if you want so I can stick as close as possible to your idea, or at least to have the basics in mind before giving it my own spin to fit the world.
>There's always the option of shitting on continuity and doing the chapter on Christmas kek I also thought about doing it, but Christmas has already passed kek
>I did post my Steam account, I'm just saying I don't even use it because I pirate everything ayy Whatever, I'll leave mine and if you want you can add me. Although I'm out of digital money because I gifted myself a smoke from my wife Ranni. I need to recharge some cash kek https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198260348793/
Currently, I barely use my account either because I don't have a PC, I only use a borrowed family one from time to time kek. But if you add me, maybe I'll gift you some ultra-cheap game to gather dust in your library.
>>3504 >I don't know if I should say it Then don't tell me, I'd rather wait and see what happens
>Go ahead, I'm open to receiving info. Some mini-bible of personality if you want so I can stick as close to your idea as possible I don't have a bible either, it's a character I made on the fly because I wanted to roleplay something with short turns back in those stressful days kek He's a little based on Butters from South Park and Kondo Isao from Gintama if you know those. He was going to have a crush on his school teacher and was going to be a bit of a stalker without realizing it because he's a retarded kid. He also had that side of wanting to be more manly and chad only to end up failing completely, especially after his sister told him all his friends think he's a faggot kek. There's not much more, the rest is in the turns I sent
>Whatever, I'll post mine and if you want you can add me Okay, I'll check that. If a weeb name pops up, it's probably me
>>3499 I had to clean, but the little princess wasn't happy about picking up a broom.
>Carmelita Tyson "Ugh, that sounds good to me."
>Carmelita "Watafac? No."
>Tyson "When you're out of food, you'll appreciate everything."
>Carmelita "..." -she didn't expect the sudden fatherly advice, she just shakes her head and ignores it, returning to what bothered her most, she doesn't want to do chores-
Tyson "Oh, that's the shit. I choose the song."
He runs and goes down the stairs and twists his anklekek ok no
Downstairs, the black guy checks the record collection. Cumbia of all kinds. There were legendary hits and covers of scantily clad women, but none seemed to convince Tyson once he saw the back cover. Shaking his head or saying 'no' to himself, he puts back CD after CD until he finally reads a title that activates his neurons and makes him do a pog.
"With this, I'll clean, brother."
He turns around quickly and throws the CD case. It flies in slow motion, falls to the ground and opens, the CD jumps out of the case and by itself shoots towards the sound system. The hole is pierced by the volume knob and the CD spins until it reaches the maximum before jumping and falling into the player.
With music and spirit, Tyson was ready to mop even with his ass. I wish the same could be said for Carmelita, who ended up defeated without cleaning much before the pizza arrived.
>Delivery Tyson Delivery "Hey, What? Cleaning? I didn't study art for that."
>Tyson "Here you go." -he extends the broom-
>Delivery "I already said no." -he looks at her, he has to look up to do it, he opens his mouth in surprise-
Mike. Black. Missing teeth. Muscular. Tiger. The dots connect as if they could be sewn onto the puppet.
"Are you Mike Tyson?! I'm your fan!" -he takes the broom- "How's everything after the fight with-?"
>Tyson "Friend, get to cleaning."
>Delivery "Ah, yes. Of course, I also work as a sweeper." I'll use this character for most random jobs like Gumball's Larry kek As the puppet heads to the center of the room to start sweeping, you had managed to sneak away and bring the pizzas to the table.
Tyson approaches and rubs his hands as if he were cold with a dog's hunger.
>Tyson "Ohh let's see what's here."
Carmelita "Oh my god..."
>Tyson "Are you okay, kid?"
>Carmelita "Yeah..."
>Tyson "You were bleeding a lot."
>Carmelita "Ugh... Ignore that, please... It's the least cool thing about being a woman..."
>Tyson "Huh?"
>Carmelita "Nothing."
Tyson "Hahaha!" -he laughs-
>Carmelita "Oh my god... It looks horrible. Or cool? No. Ugly. I need to go to the dentist ASAP."
Tyson Carmelita "..." -she doesn't like any option- "maybe I'll just get a smile makeover..."
The monkey walks up to your side, extends its hand, and starts making monkey sounds, asking for pizza.
...
Later, the pizza was gone. You felt revitalized, maybe with a drink to go with it would have been better, but it is what it is. Carmelita didn't eat, arguing that it was too heavy for breakfast, so there was more for the two of you. You walked past the tiger, who was now on top of the delivery guy, and tossed a coin next to him.
>Delivery "Thanks." -he says casually without looking away from the ceiling-
Carmelita "I... I'll ask for a ride. Remember you have to pay to fight today."
Carmelita pulls out her phone and steps away to make a call. You are left alone with Mike.
>Tyson <Hey Mike. There's something I've always wanted to do.
"Hm?" -he looks at you- "Tell me, it's important to make dreams come true."
You ask for a punch. Your hand points to the spot for impact, right on the chin. Perfect space for a knockout. Tyson shows slight surprise at first, after that, he laughs and raises his hand...
But it falls on your shoulder.
"I don't do that anymore... Fights... have taken me to dark places. I've decided not to throw a punch anymore... and dedicate myself to pigeon racing."
Could that be your future too? Who knows. You had to go to class.
>>3499 Ghosts, vampires, and slashers turn one after another, watching your wheels spin. Betty dazzles all the pedestrians on the street. And your costumed companions too, once you park in front of the school wall, now made of ancient, poorly placed stone.
You get out and face your institution, the gate now black with cracked paint, designed as if it belonged in a cemetery, opens for you on its own. As if it awaited your arrival. You enter, and walk flanked by lit pumpkins and dead plants, for the once lively courtyard seemed to have been neglected for years, leaving little more than overgrown grass. And the occasional tar-black, dead, thorn-covered tree. The crows don't seem bothered by these, resting on the protruding branches, watching everyone with their jerky neck movements, cawing at the people they see with their hellish dark eyes.
You cross the cobblestone path, cheered on by those crows, and reach the fountain halfway. The benches are destroyed and useless, and the main attraction is cracked and overgrown with weeds, the only living flora, which grips the stone in its vines, perhaps being the only water source nearby. Or rather, of that indeterminate red liquid it contains.
You climb the stairs, as neglected as the rest of the stone path. A cobblestone serving as a step shifts under your foot, being crushed when you step on it. But after that, you were already in front of the school.
And it was nothing like you remembered. It looked like it was made of wood, and extremely old and fragile. Even rotten. It looked like an abandoned building that, if you didn't frequent it, would be impossible to imagine was once one of the most luxurious schools in the entire country.
https://youtu.be/u8uvLHnrqdU?si=LAAW4LVCcY8RPYwM▶ You cross the door, it creaks, the interior greets you with dim light and themed music. Inside, witches and zombies roam freely, as if it were their natural habitat. And the surroundings prove them right, abundant cobwebs and their respective giant spiders are stuck to the corners and across the hallway. Papers on the wall, taped up, have bloodstains or scribbles from faceless men in suits, and a ghost with a skull for a head floats through the ceiling, laughing maniacally. It's a drone.
The floor has also changed, it looks like wood, one that creaks at the slightest movement. And there are some loose planks. They didn't spare any expense with the decoration.
Now... where to go? There was some time before the bell rang.
>TIME: PRE-BELL >Free roaming (school) You are quite familiar with this place, you know almost everything. -infirmary -cafeteria -bathrooms -rooftop -club area -laboratory -kiosk -gym -other places you invent that make sense in a school, school Z is gigantic -courtyard -your classroom
>>3506 >Don't tell me then, I'll wait to see what happens Ok, ok. I don't think it's something you can guess either, you'll have to wait and see kek
>it's a PC I made on the fly because I wanted to roleplay something with short turns back in those stressful days kek Kek. Happens. Although sometimes it goes wrong and you lol-die because you don't like your own characterI would know about thatkek
>kondo isao from gintama I know of him but I haven't seen it. It's in my EEEEXTENSIVE backlog.
>there isn't much more, the rest is in the turns I sent Mhm. Mhm. Okok. Noted. I'll try to keep it in mind.
>I'll check that. If a weeb name pops up, it's probably me It must be before January 5th because the winter sale ends kek
She flew out like a rag doll, tumbling all the way; When she stopped, Cat tried to get to her feet, but the impact had taken some strength from her limbs, so she stayed on her knees for a moment.
She observed Smith, who refused to concede victory.
Cat shot out from her spot like a bullet, but a misstep made her step on the sea, twisting her ankle. The pain was immeasurable, but adrenaline kept her calm enough to get out of that bombardment in a way, unharmed.
Having survived the attack, Cat falls to her knees, but without taking her eyes off Maya.
<[Ego] [aa]----This is ironic. We're in the same situation Maya was in a few minutes ago. I don't think she's kind enough to flip us a coin. No, her eyes are thirsty for revenge, and even if she denies it, she's enjoying this moment. It doesn't matter, I'll think of something.----And with that, the voice of reason returned to its seat to watch the spectacle.[/aa]
>Are you okay, kid? >You were bleeding a lot >Ugh... Ignore that, please... It's the least cool thing about being a woman... >Huh?
"....?"
>Nothing.
Then she brings up the fight.
>Ha. You know, I'm a black belt in karate, capoeira, and Brazilian jiu jitsu. But I don't usually show it.
She holds up a hand. "Would you like to try your luck against me?"
She starts closing it, finger by finger, cracking each one along the way.
She draws attention to her tooth.
>Uh? >AAH!
She suggests getting a gold one.
>Money's no object, I'm- wait. Gross, old man... That was in someone else's mouth.
"All gold comes from dirty places. You just have to disinfect it."
Suddenly the monkey jumps down from the ceiling to bother Carmelita.
>Not now, monkey.
"His name is Goku." She just picked it. Gokubros...
The conversation shifts to Mai Taison
>I dunno dude... that sounds brutal... or not. I'm missing three! Missing them is like part of me, you know?
"Huh? I don't care."
She opens her mouth and points to her other fang.
"I want this one broken. I want to replace it with platinum or something. And I'll encrust it with diamonds."
>maybe I'll just get a smile design...
Goku walks over to her side to order Pizza.
She gives him a slice.
--
"Ugh..."
His car was just as fucked up as everything else.
He picks up the beer barrel and uses his fictional character strength to launch it like Team Rocket.
"That's a problem for the next state..."
But there was still a problem... He walks over to the trunk, to give it a couple of punches.
"Hey! Party's over! Get out of there!"
>I... I'll ask for a ride. Remember you have to pay to fight today.
"... Ah... That's right..." He had forgotten in all the drinking. "I can't wait."
But he was going to have to wait. School comes first. UGHHHHHHH
Finally, she asks Mike to fulfill one of her personal dreams.
She smiles like a shark when she sees him raise his hand. But then...
>I don't do that anymore...
His hand falls on her shoulder.
"....?"
>Fights... have taken me to dark places. I've decided to stop throwing punches... and dedicate myself to pigeon racing.
"....."
The smile disappears. All that's left is a face of complete confusion.
... What bullshit, dude...
Wasted dice. An idol has fallen.
--
On the other hand, said idol chose a more realistic lifestyle. His true day-to-day for the past few years has been the same: Going to school.
Although today school looked a little different than usual. They had really gone all out on the Halloween decorations.
Trevor enters the institution. His destination was obvious, to go to the classroom. He has no business to attend to, besides his valuable American education.
>>3509 >sometimes it goes wrong and you lol-die because you don't like your own character Sometimes, but nowadays I only lol-die if I have to take my turn in beneache, and in beneache I get tryhard so the lol-dies are a month kek
>It's in my EEEEXTENSIVE backlog Put it at the top of the list then because it's the best anime. My top1 inspiration after mob psycho and out of the two it's the only one that remains among my favorites today kek
>It has to be before January 5th because the winter sale ends kek Yeah... I don't think it's going to work. Steam tells me I can't add friends if I haven't spent $5 KEK Anyway, I'll leave my friend code 1135753924 and if you can and still want to, add me
>>3510 >>3511 KEK >>3512 Hmm... Accept or not accept another reroll... Little kek
>>3514 I added you. I'm SmugHatKid1in case it wasn't obvious kek >Sometimes, but nowadays I only lol-die if I have to send my turn in beneache, and in beneache I get tryhard so the lol-dies are from a month ago kek Kek I understand. I have to manage a couple of roles and respond to that 11-post turn. I'll probably take a bit longer to respond kek
>Put it at the top of the list then because it's the best anime. Okay. It's done. I'll watch it maybe today. It made me laugh when they did a crossover with Saiki kek. So far that's the funniest anime I've seen.
>and of the two it's the only one that remains among my favorites nowadays kek I left Mob at the end of season 2, meaning when he was beating the bad bad guy leaving him there kneeling I don't know what happened to me and I just took the cap and never looked at it again. I have my weird things, I should finish that episode or rewatch the season and continue.
>if you can and still want to add me The original joke was to give away No More Heroes but with the little money I had left don't expect that to be the game kek
>>3516 Good game. It got me addicted for a couple of weeks kek But the Steam sale ends in 2 hours and they haven't accepted my request. It's over, they won't even accept me for free games kek
>>3510 you ignored the first attack so you're gonna eat this one with potatoes kek https://youtu.be/DjLKzeKL-t4?si=jzGYMl4PNlfIwJOS▶ Seeing the clouds in the sky open up like a flock of birds eager for your end is your greatest concern. You startle and your whole body prepares to flee from the sky's wrath, but who is behind you, faster and immediately more dangerous, is Maya.
Her appearance before you is almost instantaneous, if you blink you miss her, and her leg is as fast touching the ground as when she decides on a side kick. Your temple is what receives the impact, your neck stretches to the left as your head is abruptly pushed to that side, and your body follows, propelled in a hypersonic diagonal that covers you in a flaming veil. Maya doesn't rest and runs in a curve to intercept your violent flight, at one moment she gets in your way and you can see those furious eyes before your vision is obscured by her knuckles. Stars jump, your nose gets wet and your whole being is again thrown in the opposite direction, with the sensation that your head is lighter. Maya again uses her speed and gets behind you, launching a final blow to you, which makes you spin a few meters and roll on the ground a couple of times before you can kneel. Maya lands on her feet in a combat pose, ready for anything.
You could do damage control. Your jaw felt a bit looser, you had to readjust it. Your nose was bleeding after being completely broken, you had several scrapes and a small flame dancing on your shoulder.
Maya "Whaaaaat...?" -she seems to speak in slow motion-
//
Roll dice 105+10 now. It's that initial ultra instinct from bright Goku kek
You roll like this /roll{1d105+10
Solo cierra la llave.
/roll{1d105+10}
>>3514 I'll send you my turn tomorrow. I'm already sleepy.
>>3521 >I don't know if my coffee maker can run them So Hades is better, that one will surely work for you. Or Hollow Knight or Silksong. I'll see then, when I get my money back or for some occasion when I find crazy discounts. Although as I say the idea is that it's a Christmas thing kek
If you want, tell me what genres you prefer. Or even, don't be afraid to ask for a particular game. If I can afford it, I'll go for that one.
I would gift something similar, but when I saw there were 10 minutes left of the winter sale I spent my last little bit of money kek. But I will gift him something, just not now.
>>3514 Carmelita is like a tiger that has spent a long time hiding its claws. When it bares them, they are sharp as knives. You saw it in person, she was a courageous warrior with ribbons to back it up.
Carmelita "Hey!" -she shrunk in place- "uh- uh-" -she put her hands on her hips and straightened up, raising her chin slightly to look haughty- "we-well, uh... I would normally accept but- uh- I... Uh..." -she raises one of her hands, palm open towards the ceiling and her head tilted- "it's just that there's a rule that says I can't fight who I represent..." -she speaks in the tone of someone stating the obvious, then waves her hand in the air- "you know. That silly stuff. But I want to keep my job."
...
In the courtyard, you take care of the last remnants of Vegas. You knock on the trunk, it opens. The aforementioned person, who was facing away, turns around, barely able to open their eyes due to the light. They shade their face with their hand and let out a groan.
>vagabond "Ughh... Trevor... Did we get to New Mexico yet?"
You ask them to get out, they stretch and, in doing so, fall out of the trunk and end up lying on the grass. With a 'uugh' that conveys all their hangover, they decide to roll over to get out of Betty's way. They end up lying on their back, eyes closed, with no energy.
"Agh... can I live on your couch?"
Carmelita prepares to leave, leaving you with an important reminder. Today was fight day. She makes a call and while she brings the phone to her ear and waits for an answer, she finishes her business.
>Carmelita Asuna "GOOOOOD MORNINGGGGG!" -the girl calls you, wearing a pumpkin on her head today- "It's me, Asuna! We didn't talk yesterday, but today could be our chance to start an eternal friendship! Oh. And I'm a watermelonn!"
You walk past and take your seat where you were yesterday. The wall had already been repaired... But as soon as you sit down, Alexa seems to have a violent shiver and suddenly turns around. You see her Chromeskull Jason costume for half a second before she turns again, stabbing and forcing you to dodge once more. She makes a crater in the wall next to you once again, and when you look at her, she scratches her head as if she had made a minor mistake. >Alexa "Damn... my bad once, your bad twice, right? Uh... shit, no, seriously. You just came at me suddenly, I already told you not to do that, man... It's my reflexes."
>Maik "Hey, buddy!"
>Alexa "?" -she looks at him, appearing confused-
Maik calls you, more specifically you. Once you turn around, you'd understand the Brit's bewildered expression. From head to toe, loosely covered in toilet paper, your first... friend? from school, had dressed up as...
"What the hell are you, a tied-up ham?"
>Maik "I'm a mummy, duh!"
>Alexa "Jesus, that was sarcasm. Are you guys Americans all low IQ?"
>Maik "Ah... What do I know. It wasn't obvious." -he shakes his head- "Doesn't matter!" -he looks at you and smiles- "What are you dressed as, old man? Can I sit with you?"
>Mikoto "Move it!"
>Maik "ACK!"
>Alexa "Shit!" -she didn't expect that, looks away, pretending she didn't see it to avoid getting involved-
Maik flies away from a shove, hits the wall and probably falls unconscious. His hat covers his eyes, Luisa, who was behind, dressed as Yuuji Itadori, looks at him and lets out a 'heh'.
Mikoto looks at you with her chin held high, a frown, and slightly puffed cheeks. There was a band-aid on her cheek, definitely a trace of the previous fight, her expression held anger, probably a trace of the previous fight... and her costume... well, she didn't have one. She was wearing the school uniform, completely normal, but very strange if you knew her. She always wore her karate uniform.
>Mikoto "You..."
She says without any mask to hide her disdainful pout. Until she suddenly lowers her head, along with her upper body, bringing it down to make a bow in a position of absolute respect.
>Ughh... Trevor... Did we arrive in New Mexico yet?
"...."
He kicks him out of the car.
>Agh... Can I live on your couch?
"... I have no idea who you are, old man..."
It was a no.
--
I had finally arrived... The second day of school.
>GOOOOOD MOOOORNINGUUUUUU!
"...."
>It's me, Asuna! We didn't talk yesterday, but today could be our chance to start an eternal friendship! Oh. And I'm a watermelonaaa!
She walks past instantly.
Her seat is the same as yesterday. It already felt familiar, even without the crater in the wall... Oh, wait. There it was again...
>Damn... one mistake for me and two for you, right man? uh... fuck, no, seriously.
"...."
>You just came at me suddenly, I already told you not to do that, dude... It's my reflexes.
"...."
He pulls the knife out of the wall, like last time... This time... He hands it to him cordially. He didn't feel like intimidating at this point.
>Hey, buddy!
"...?"
It was Maik. It felt like a year and a half had passed since he last saw him kek
>What the fuck are you, a tied-up ham?
"It's a mummy."
>I'm a mummy, duh! >Fuck, that was sarcasm. Are you Americans all low IQ?
"...."
>Doesn't matter! And what are you, old man?
"The glowing guy."
>Can I sit with you?
He was about to answer with a whatever, but suddenly...
>Move!
"...!"
Maik is sent flying against a wall in a hyperrealistic manner. Turning to look at him out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Luisa, who was dressed in the "suffering builds character" style.
... But more importantly, in front of him was the karateka.
>You...
"...."
>Let me join your gang, sensei...!
"...?" He raises an eyebrow. This was an unexpected turn... But the answer was simple.
"I'm not in one."
He leans back in his seat, putting both feet up on the desk. "I'm just a regular student."
It was that simple.
"... You're with the ronin, aren't you? You're going to make them angry by saying things like that."
>>3525 >If you want, you can tell me what genres you prefer. Or even, don't be afraid to ask for a specific game Hmm, I don't want to be picky with a gift kek... Maybe a multiplayer amongus, but I'll accept anything you give me anon, I appreciate it just the same.
>>3487 A chill runs down his entire spine when he feels a hand, that hand is small and feminine, normally a hand of that caliber wouldn't provoke this in him but he knows perfectly well whose hand it is and if that weren't enough, Nagato's voice ends up being the final nail in the coffin, Owen feels a lot of concern, not for himself, but for Kaguya, whose life is at risk with Nagato so close, this makes him so nervous.
"S-She's so fast, damn it..."
He mutters to himself as he slowly turns to see out of the corner of his eye the angelic but demonic face of that girl (who is actually a boy), Owen's expression hardens further, he doesn't want to show weakness to her even though he's very screwed, he also ignores Oni's screams and his gaze follows her almost dancing steps without losing sight of her, Nagato's question hits him like a cold bucket of water, he doesn't know how to answer her.
"I... I... I don't want to kill her!"
He is sincere, exclaiming as if to make his intentions clear but it bothers Owen that this blue-haired girl treats everything as if it were a joke, he grinds his teeth not understanding why she has such a mocking face and such problematic eyes, then he raises his eyebrows when she, instead of refusing, accepts to "save her", only that the arrival of two weird guys doesn't convince him much so he hugs her tighter so as not to hand her over easily.
"Are you really going to do it...? Agh."
He narrows his eyes looking for any hint of lies or falsehood in Nagato's words, although in the end he didn't have many options, he couldn't escape from her with his body injured and tired, he must hand her over.
"You're going to be okay, I promise... W-When you're okay... Look for me at the high school..." He whispers to Kaguya in her ear before the white behemoth takes her away, whether she hears him or not, he hides something among the rags he wears as clothes after the fight, it was a red comb, his comb, something so valuable to him that on the side it has his full name and his classroom written in permanent marker in case he lost it and someone gave it back to him, but in this case it will be useful to the kunoichi if she wants to see him again, apart from the gesture, he follows the boy-girl, glancing back from time to time at where the 100% natural girl is being taken, he wants to believe the bluish one but he has to admit it's hard for him, still he obeys him as if instead of a bear, he were Nagato's lapdog.
"W-What the hell is going on?"
He asks, perhaps to Nagato or maybe to Onigawara or perhaps he's just asking the God who lies on high, who knows, he just throws that doubt out with a genuine one and enters the limousine to catch the can he quickly throws at him.
"Thanks... I guess."
He takes it without complaint, without questioning anything. What happens to his will when he's with Nagato? He doesn't even know, at least he's starting to feel better, although he slumps into his seat after a deep sigh of exhaustion.
"And you didn't trust me but look at me, you should give me a reward at least, hum.
There doesn't seem to be many reactions from Owen, he behaves, if not to say he maintains the same blank expression (pic 2) and remains silent until Nagato asks two things that take his breath away for a few minutes.
"Tsk, do you really think I'm capable of falling in love with someone so easily?"
He wrinkles his nose.
And the truth is, Owen could be that easily smitten.
He tries to find his comb to comb his hair but remembers he gave it to her so he looks away, Owen is like Gyokeres, he plays with his hair to calm himself or when he's nervous like that all pumped-up player.
"I don't know! I just didn't see the point in killing her, I know who deserves to die and she doesn't deserve it! Don't read too much into it! Okay? I won and that's it, you go prepare the fight with number 5, I'm on a roll, I'm going to defeat him..."
>>3524 wow. Almost a month gone. That's what happens when you change jobs and realize your new job is shittier than the old one, but has better benefits.
>Cat Do miracles exist? It depends on what one means by "miracle." Cat always saw herself as an apostate: distant from everything and everyone; forced to do what no one wants, but is necessary to do. In her moments of weakness, she never accepted outside help and simply resigned herself to suffering in silence, but today seems different. As if someone decided to pity her pathetic situation, strength had returned to her. She knew this, she knew that sometimes, when one thinks they are already dead, a final spark of genius and power appears to defy destiny.
>>3528 The classroom. Everything was in Halloween mode, even the terrifying welcome you receive. Once again. You duck, dodging a stab to the temple from your classmate in front of you. Her justification hadn't improved, nor changed. Luckily for her, your response had. You free the knife from the stone, and you don't become king, but once the bladed weapon is returned, at least they thank you.
>Alexa "In the end, you weren't as much of an idiot as I thought." -or not-
She affirms, taking the knife. In between there's not even a thank you or the slightest smile, only that ambiguous... compliment? As she would say, that comment has a hidden meaning, damn it. She puts the knife away, and the tied ham arrives.
Maik Mikoto Professor "Good morning, young ones. I am Doctor Professor Pili Cucamonga and..."
>Asuna "JAJAJAJAJ! DOCTOR PROFESSOR! JAJAJA"
>Mikoto "What are you laughing at...?" -she mutters annoyed-
>Alexa "Shut up, damn it!"
>Asuna "Oh, sorry."
>Cucamonga "Well, I understand that my doctorate might be... funny. In a way. But let's put that aside to start the class."
>Blond Ban "YOU HEARD HIM!, AND IF ANYONE INTERRUPTS I'LL SHUT THEM UP MYSELF!"
>Travolta "Calm down, friend. Calm down."
>Cucamonga "Ahem... Please, attention. Let's see... Today, taking advantage of these dates, we will talk about a topic that fascinates me and surely many of you too: ghosts."
>Mikoto "¿? What class is this?"
>Cucamonga "As you well know, ghost stories have existed for a very long time. They have inspired movies, series, and many more fictional tales made to scare people. Because of this, many people dismiss them as fictional beings..."
>Alexa "Well, of course, man..."
>Cucamonga "But what would you think if I told you that ghosts exist?"
>Alexa "W-what? Damn it, no, man! That makes no sense. Don't mess with me!"
>Cucamonga "It's the truth."
>Alexa "It must be a bluff... impossible." >Mikoto "Hm... I say seeing is believing."
>Zenigata "Pfft... Pure nonsense."
>Cucamonga "I know, it's a very divisive topic. But it's true. There are ghosts, and many types in fact. The most common are known as..."
He walks over to the whiteboard and starts writing.
"Residuals..." -he turns to look at them- "They are the most basic ghosts. They are more like a recording, without consciousness, just the lingering soul of a person."
>Travolta "I don't understand anything. So what's ghostly about it?"
>Cucamonga "Good question: a residual is, as I said, a recording of a person or event. Something that leaves a mark, and becomes a ghost on its own. For example, if you experience a very stressful situation, that negativity can remain in the environment and become a ghost that repeats itself. Like those scenes in movies, where someone enters a place where terrible things happened and sees ghosts reenacting them."
>Asuna "Oh, I'm dizzy. That's a lot of words."
>Cucamonga "These ghosts have no consciousness. In fact, the person not wanting to stay and their consciousness moving on is part of what makes a residual after death. Leaving it in the world as an emotional imprint. If you ever see a ghost that always goes down the stairs, or one that just walks through a door... or does basic things repeatedly, without much thought, those are residual ghosts."
Like CJ's mom in the misterix mod.
>Alexa "Just that..."
>Cucamonga "But that's just one of the possible types of ghosts."
>Alexa "Ah, damn..."
>Cucamonga "Now a question." -he looks around- "Let's see..." -his eyes fall on you- "You, blessed are you among women!"
Huh? The three girls around you look surprised. Alexa in front, Mikoto beside you, Luisa behind. It's true, you sit with all girls.
"Can you tell me what type of ghost attacks people?"
>>3530 >Nagato Onigawara "Huh?" -doesn't understand your question, shouldn't you already be somewhat familiar with all this?-
You enter the limousine, your friend has no time to voice any doubt before being abandoned in the forest. You were traveling now, just you, her, and a cold white monster. The taste is citrusy, leaning towards grapefruit, with clear notes of effervescence that enhance its freshness. It's surprising it contains no sugar.
Furthermore, it revitalizes. It even improves you. Your health bar reaches new limits, and it heals you until you feel relaxation once more. You sigh, Nagato watches you neutrally and monotonously congratulates you on your victory.
MAP!
Ohh yes. You are now 6, do you realize? Things have changed in a way, you are someone new, stronger, more prestigious, and ohh much more of a badass. Think there's no difference? Just imagine how a faggot will change his mind once you tell him you're number 6. The real one...
It was a good day's work. Of fighting. Of styling, because this is about STYLE. But now... Where to go?
>super gym To improve health and strength >tiger technique house To learn new skills >upgrade workshop To buy and upgrade weapons in an awesome way >job center To get part-time jobs >paid beatings To fulfill hitman contracts >school Z You are here >ATM To deposit the $1,000 >your house To end the day.
pizzerias, park blah blah (Anywhere else Trevor wants to go, like in Secundaria Hispa OG. You can go to an ice cream shop or wherever.)
>OWEN >STRENGTH: 1 >ENDURANCE: 2 >CURRENT MONEY: $2300 >CHARISMA: 0 >WEAPONS: <simple bat (a softball bat. It can do everything a softball bat does... it's made of metal.) -roll 100 -no battery disadvantages <Cutting Turbo-Bat: A flat metal bat, red with a tiger drawn on it. Super light, super fast, super sharp. You can use its accelerator to improve its attacks and even imbue it with fire. -roll 100 in its normal state -roll 105 at speed 1 (lasts 6 turns) +red fire -roll 108 at speed 2 (lasts 3 turns) +white fire -roll 110 at speed 3 (lasts 2 turns) +blue fire
>>3531 I took a long time to answer you so I'll just make it so you succeed but didn't do much damage kek Once you escape the attack, you had awakened something. A technique that goes beyond any strength and speed she or you could have imagined a second ago.
Your reaction is instantaneous, you just thought about it... No. It was before you even thought about it, you appeared before a Maya who was just finishing turning with your leg, an element of devastation, advancing with a clear objective.
She couldn't react, she probably didn't even see it coming. Your foot hit her hip so fast and hard that her face only started to contort in pain once it was already back on the ground. You saw her eyes close tightly and her body be pushed to the side despite her effort not to fall with her feet firmly planted.
<Maya 40% HP
She is thrown a few centimeters dragging her soles, but this happens slowly. When she opens her eyes again despite maintaining the ghost of pain in her gaze, you see her form a fist and open her mouth in a scream too slow for you to hear its beginning. She was throwing a punch, but you see her still. This fight is already far below you.
Let's just finish this, nigger, roll some dice so we can end it next turn kek
"Everything is possible with the right anyone." A vagabond could have the secrets of the world. A drunk could have the cure for cirrhosis. You never know.
... More importantly, as far as he knew, the girl had responsibilities to other people.
>No...
The karateka wasn't speaking with the same energy he had grown accustomed to. It wasn't his business, even though his human empathy forced him to wonder why...
"...."
What he wanted to know most now was why she had just sat down next to him uninvited.
>I quit after I lost... I wasn't as strong as I thought. I couldn't continue to be a pillar for Date-sama...
Trevor sighs, a gesture that reluctantly announces he was all ears. Although what he heard disappointed him.
>but he let me go so easily... I didn't expect that...
"Hm..."
>Besides... Dad got upset.
"...?
Okay, this was starting to sound too personal...
>Fighting so recklessly... and losing... I'm not ready to inherit the dojo. And with Dad's condition...
She looks away, trying to escape this whole affair. This was beyond the question he had asked.
>You surprised me. You surpassed my style. Now you must take me as your student.
"...You could have asked for a rematch or something normal... They certainly made a drama out of a single fight..."
These martial artists took things very seriously... For him, it was all over as soon as he lit his cigarette.
"I said you were strong. Wasn't that enough?" There's nothing else she wants to learn from him.
After all, he's just a fighter. If you beat him you're stronger, if you lose you're weaker, if he likes you or dislikes you he gives you his opinion. A master teaches you the rasengan, Trevor takes it to the face to see how much he can take.
"I'm more disappointed that your band didn't do more to stop you. They could have attacked me in revenge at least..." He crosses his arms.
"... If I were to defeat that 'Date-sama'..." He smiles. The same kind of smile Mikoto would have seen in his fight against him. "...Losing to me wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
Trevor took it as an insult.
The idea that losing to him would be so humiliating that she would be forced to abandon all her loyalties. That only made sense if the person she served was a step above him. What did she come to learn then? To serve him better in the future?
"I'll have to talk to him."
Of course, any insult was a challenge.
--
>Good morning, young ones. I am Doctor Professor Pili Cucamonga and... >HAHAHAHA! DOCTOR PROFESSOR! HAHA
"...."
>What are you laughing at...? >Shut up, damn it! >Oh, sorry.
New day, new professor introduced. If anything amused him about him, it would be his name more than his doctorate. Though not enough to laugh out loud. >Ahem... Please pay attention. Let's see... Today, taking advantage of these dates, we will talk about a topic that fascinates me and I'm sure many of you too: ghosts.
"Hm..."
By now Trevor had already shifted gears. From delinquent to punctual student. He had his notebook on his desk and was taking notes.
>? What class is this?
"It must be biology..." He assures.
"'Must' be..." No, he rather begs.
"I'm in trouble if it's not..." He was already writing in the biology notebook. There was no turning back, he would have to tear out pages if it turned out to be something else.
>As you well know, ghost stories have existed for a very long time.
"Since what year? Do I have to memorize it?"
>They have inspired movies, series, and many more fictional tales made to scare people. Because of this, many people dismiss them as fictional beings... >Well of course, man.. OP knows the alexlore
>But what would you think if I told you that ghosts exist?
"Hmmm..." Trevor jots that down.
>W-what? Damn, no, man! It doesn't make sense. Don't make me go crazy! >It's the truth.
"Incredible..."
>It must be a bluff... impossible. >Hm... I say seeing is believing.
"But they are invisible, aren't they? It's simply not something you can judge with your eyes..." A hand on his chin --he was in thoughtful mode.
"It would be enough for me if they could hurt me..." An invisible opponent... It's not something he has ever experienced. He would like to see how his body would adapt to the challenge.
>Pfft... Pure nonsense. >I know, it's a very divisive topic. But it's true. There are ghosts, and many types in fact. The most common are known as... >Residuals...
Trevor takes notes.
>They are the most basic ghosts. They are more like a recording, without consciousness, just the lingering soul of a person. >Then what's ghostly about it? >A residual is, as I say, a recording of a person or event. Something that leaves a mark, and becomes a ghost on its own. (...) Like those movie scenes, where someone enters a place where terrible things happened and sees ghosts reenacting them.
"Like watching reruns of 'Kids Say the Darndest Things' on TV?" Seeing it for the first time was a terrible thing. The following times were like reliving the nightmare.
>that the person doesn't want to leave and that consciousness moves on is part of what makes a residual after death >If you ever see a ghost that always goes down the stairs, or one that simply walks through a door... >or does basic things always, without much thought, those are residual ghosts
"Like Adam Sandler?" He wasn't a fan of Adam Sandler.
>Now a question. You, blessed are you among all women!
"...."
>Can you tell me what the type of ghost that attacks people is called?
>>3515 thanks for the vidya anon I'm responding to this because I forgot last time kek
>I'll watch it maybe today Well, now that a month and 11 days have passed, did you watch it?
>So far that's the funniest anime I've seen Is it worth it? I don't know anything about it beyond that clip where a guy who looks like Rohan arrives in a car to tell them to fuck off for being poor kek, they upload it all the time on tikto' and it always makes me laugh
>I left Mob at the end of season 2 Ooh, then you missed the best season.
>when he was beating the bad bad guy leaving him there kneeling I don't know what happened to me and I just took the cap and never watched it again Was it that bad? kek
>you should finish that episode or rewatch the season and continue It's worth finishing. The third season has the best moments in the series
>>3538 >Mikoto Alexa "But then I wouldn't be 'just anyone', man." -he says, looking back for a second-
That seems to revive Mikoto, who couldn't quite grasp what to say. She turns back to you with a determined look and exclaims.
"Exactly! I wouldn't be just anyone anymore."
You have been weakly refuted by the council of women. And with that, in a moment, you have Mikoto sitting with you, telling you everything and perhaps a little more than she should. Which somehow culminates in you having to take her as a student.
Cucamonga Zenigata "Of course, a caveman's thought."
>Cucamonga "But that's merely context, it won't be on the exam. What we do care about is the history of magic, which we'll discuss in another class."
For now, they would focus on ghosts themselves. On the fact that they exist, and such. Mikoto is one of the skeptics, despite being Shinto.
>Mikoto Cucamonga "An excellent question! Usually, yes. Many ghosts can only be perceived, through sensations, or by the things they move while they are invisible."
>Zenigata "How convenient, isn't it?"
>Alexa "Damn... They're invisible, too...?"
>Cucamonga "BUT!"
>Asuna "AAAAAHHHHH!" -she lets out a piercing scream that surprises everyone-
>Cucamonga "WHAT?!"
>Asuna "I got scared."
>Cucamonga "Go to the principal's office, please."
>Asuna "Oh, okay."
She gets off her chair and walks out normally. Cucamonga clears his throat.
>Cucamonga "Alright... As I was saying. There are some ways a ghost can be seen. The first depends on the person. There are some people with certain special abilities who are capable of seeing them. But the senses of these people vary... some see them at all times, others are capable... but they must concentrate to do so."
>Mikoto "But does it have to do with the senses?"
>Cucamonga "Let's say it's like... a sixth sense. Some people simply have it more refined than others."
>Alexa "Damn... I trained my senses a lot..."
>Cucamonga "Then maybe you can see ghosts effortlessly."
A drop of sweat trickles down Alexa's forehead.
>Mikoto "Psst... Can you see ghosts, sensei?"
The next topic: residuals. Mindless ghosts that eternally repeat a sensation, a moment, or an action.
>Cucamonga Mikoto (She understood it easily... does the sensei hold hidden wisdom?) -she thinks-
Residuals do the same thing all the time.
>Luisa Cucamonga "Exactly."
>Alexa "But why do you relate everything to movies, man?"
>Travolta "I liked it in that new one... The one on Hispaflix."
>Rubio (Ban) "...I don't know it."
And the question of the day follows! This time it's for you. A simple one, among the types of ghosts, which one was the one that attacked people? Mikoto watches you intently.
>Cucamonga Alexa "No."
>Mikoto "No."
>Travolta "No."
>Rubio "No."
>Delincuente "No."
>Luisa "No."
>Rubio "No."
>Sujeto de lentes "Nah."
>Maik Knocked out
>Zenigata "Yes." kek
>Cucamonga "Well... something like that."
"Anyway... the poltergeist is usually more powerful when the person who dies leaves with more negative emotions... and more aggressive depending on each ghost. Many become very aggressive when their territory is invaded and..."
>Mikoto "Wow... You got it right again..."
You hear some whispering from the other students. Some must have been surprised by your correct answer. Your charisma increases.
>CHARISMA +1. IMPROVED MONEY BONUS FROM WORK (+ other secret benefits.)
>>3538 RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING Class ends. Professor Cucamonga dismisses you.
>Cucamonga "See you next week. Remember you have to choose a class representative tomorrow! Think about someone for that."
And you can leave. The students leave the classroom, Mikoto follows you closely.
>Mikoto "Alright!" -he exclaims, putting his fists at his sides, like Goku when he's about to show his ki- "now we can train! What's the plan, sensei?"
>Alexa "Holy shit..." -the girl dressed as Chromeskull Jason comes out later- "What's with the 'sensei' thing? My god... Living here makes you a loser just by the views, right?"
>Mikoto "What are you talking about, shorty?!" -he returns to his usual bad temper-
>Alexa "Nothing, man, I was just lamenting being an exchange student... Learning from ghosts, how annoying that guy is..."
The next to leave is Luisa.
>Luisa "Hey." -she gets your attention in the most listless way possible, which also gets the attention of the other two- "pass me your notes later." -it's not a request-
>Mikoto "Excuse me? You say please, squirrel."
>Alexa "American manners, man..."
>Luisa "..." -she just looks at them, rolling her eyes, then turns back to you- "as I was saying..."
>Mikoto "Are you ignoring me, carrot?!" -he shows her his fist-
Then, someone else arrives. Because to your bad luck, you were gathering a little group doing nothing, complaining, with your hand on your forehead... Maik joins you.
>Maik "Ah... my head, old man... What happened? I was-..."
He goes silent when he looks up and finds you surrounded by some women that nobody would waifu his jaw almost drops. He approaches you and puts his arm around your shoulder to whisper in your ear.
>Mikoto "Hey!"
Luisa is pushed.
>Luisa "Son of a-"
>Alexa "I'd better get going, vampire." -she leaves-
>Maik "Old man! Brother...!, How did you do it? You have to tell me your secret. No! I know... We have to go out tonight to look for giiirls. What do you say, you, me... We can get some dressed up ones." -he smiles ear to ear while raising and lowering his eyebrows.
You had your own business to attend to. With classes out of the way, all that was left was to decide what to do. You already know the keksito map
>>3539 You're welcomeee. Did you like it? I saw it was very hyped on /4chan/ so seeing it on sale made me think it would be a good choice. I haven't had a chance to try it yet.
>Well, now that a month and 11 days have passed, did you watch it? I watched the first episode (which were two episodes) it was good, it made me smile here and there, but I'll have to keep watching. It has a good cast, I can assure you of that. Kagura is super qt, that must be highlighted kek What surprised me is that there are over 200 episodes just in the 2006 series kek I have a lot ahead of me. Especially since I only usually watch one or two episodes of anything per day. But I'll continue it.
>Is it worth it? I'd say super yes, at least in my opinion. It's another jump anime, in fact it had a mini crossover with Gintama in the anime. That's for similarities, other than that, I think it has a group of characters that are too good. They all have a very well-defined personality and are deeper than they seem, the jokes always seemed super good and creative to me. I think that's all a comedy series needs, but it also has its special moments, I'm not saying they are ultra serious, but they are nice even though they are treated with humor. The main anime seems great to me, the final season (made to close the story) is the weakest they even have a sketch where they adapt some meta manga jokes that don't make sense as an anime kek but it still has some moments worth it, especially the ending, obviously.
I'd check it out, I feel like you'd like it. And if you care about powerlevelfagottry, Saiki must be one of the most broken characters in jump. He's like a psychic Saitama.
>they upload it all the time on tik tok and it always makes me laugh Saiko, that one has very kek moments and stuff. You'll see, I watched the anime twice, so you understand how much I liked it kek
>Ooh then you missed the best season. Shit. I have to watch it.
>Was it that bad? kek I don't know what happened to me, I just got hit with a wave of boredom from the talk no jutsu kek I don't know.
>It's worth finishing. The third season has the best moments in the series Then I'll keep watching it. Although right now I want to watch more Gintama, to see how it improves and stuff. The series has always attracted me, you gave me the push I needed to watch it.
>>3542 Here lurker meddling. The first chapters of Gintama are literally the worst, it's usually enjoyed better when you've already seen the series and know the dynamics. There are one or two good chapters like the one with the ghost in the Shinsengumi or the war for meat, or some decent ones like the pet competition, but in general they are tremendous meh. When you reach Eromes (Pic related), the crescendo in quality will become more and more common until it reaches constant peaks of maximum enjoyment that make it a unique anime. Although I warn you that there are episodes so JAPANESE that it's hard to understand the humor, like the Hard-Boiled Egg one, where you need to see Pic 2 to start identifying where the jokes are going.
>>3484 >Waiter "...so... Are you going to order or...?"
>Gollo "Oh, look at the time!" -he exclaims, looking at his wrist, even though he's not wearing a watch-
He jumps to his feet and waves goodbye with one hand.
"Well, I have some business to attend to! It was fun, but you took too long to send your turn. See ya, you're paying the bill!" -he teleports away-
>Waiter "...Huh? Did he just disappear?" -yes-
The waiter looks at you, hurried, lest you disappear too.
"Uh... Well, technically we didn't serve you anything, so you don't have to pay. But... you know, you made me waste my time, so... the least you could do is..." -he shakes his head- "you know... Hehe... you know..." -he shows you his palm, retracting his four fingers a couple of times, as if asking for something-
He wants at least a little tip.
I continue certain scenes meta-textually if you take too long to reply kek
>>3543 >are the worst Oh well. Then a long journey awaits me, but it will be worth it. I want to give it a chance and reach the most acclaimed, I have no intention of skipping episodes, so I'll see the evolution.
>I warn you that there are episodes so JAPANESE that it's hard to understand the humor, like the Hard-Boiled Egg one, where you need to watch Pic 2 to start identifying where the jokes are coming from. Oh well, generally I don't have problems with Japanese things, but if I literally don't understand, it's another thing. I see that Gintama is very much about making Suda51-style references, I actually didn't even know that movie (although I know the term), from my ignorance it looks like a Japanese "babysitter on the run" kek
But well, I'll watch more episodes tonight. Thanks for letting me know, I wasn't planning on dropping it, but now I have more incentive to continue.
>>3545 >he likes hebekagura I have bad news for you, open spoiler at your own risk. Also, enjoy the series. If an episode doesn't convince you, skip it until you find one that genuinely makes you laugh, that's how you'll know the good part of the anime has started (Which luckily is the bulk of it, the Eromes episode comes before 40).
>>3546 NOOOOOO kek The truth is I'm surprised they decided to abandon such an iconic and qt design. The truth is, during the first episode at least I didn't even realize it was supposed to be younger kek I'm autistic Anyway, for waifu I already saw Mutsu. Uff, what a perfect design she has. Although she didn't do much. I imagine she'll come back later.
>If an episode doesn't convince you, skip it until you find one that gives you sincere laughter, that way you'll know the good part of the anime has started In the end I watched everything straight through, not because I was disobeying or anything, but because looking beyond the humor, it seemed like the writing has a lot of heart, and also the characters are well built through the series. Episodes like the memory loss one wouldn't have hit me the same if I hadn't watched all the previous ones as I did. That one was quite nice. I think it makes you want the Yorozuya more over time. A weird comparison, but I feel like it's like Beavis and Butthead in that I feel it's getting better the more you watch it. The latter at first is just ridiculous humor, at least superficially, but it's a super well-written series that makes you understand the main characters as the series progresses. Several times I ended up laughing with them because you instantly get the joke even if they don't yet kek
But anyway, that. Maybe I haven't laughed myself to death yet, but I had some good moments, even nice ones. It's clear that a lot of care is put into the characters, and I always appreciate that. The characters are my favorite part of any story.
Although I don't like Catherine, what a shitty character that is, if I could I'd remove her from the series.
Or maybe I don't know if she's that bad maybe but I definitely don't like her a lot.
>>3548 What is this?, Is it the Gintama general? kek Does it have Gintama role?
Thank you, little black. It's appreciated the intention. I'm exactly watching that, and in fact I just got to that chapter yesterday keksito. I'm on episode 35, although I didn't watch it all, only the first 11 minutes that conclude the Eromes episode. I'm missing the rest, maybe I'll watch it today.
>But then he wouldn't be 'just anyone' anymore, man. >Exactly! He wouldn't be just anyone anymore.
"Whatever..." He drops the subject.
>Huh? Of course not! You're taking this way too lightly, sensei!
"If you lose once, you just aim to win next time. That's all..." He didn't care, because all the sweat and blood he shed in battle was solely for himself.
"I'd break the face of anyone who calls me useless just for losing once. I won't give up the fun of fighting just to please someone else."
—
Eventually, class begins.
>But that's merely context, it won't be on the exam. What matters to us is the history of magic, which we'll discuss in another class.
"History... of... magic..." He takes notes. He was learning a lot, a lot.
She brings up the topic of invisibility.
>An excellent question! Usually, yes. Many ghosts can only be perceived through sensations, or by the things they move while they're invisible. >Damn... So they're invisible too...? >BUT! >AAAAAHHHHH!
"....?"
>I got scared. >Go to the address, please.
The fact that this girl was here made him wonder if there was any merit to his own promotion to class A.
>There are some ways a ghost can become visible (...) but they must concentrate to do so. >But does it have to do with the senses? >It's like... a sixth sense. Some people just have it more refined than others.
>Psst... Can you see ghosts, sensei?
"Maybe, if I really try..."
Anything is possible when you put your mind to it.
>Exactly! If a ghost can attack a person, it's a poltergeist... >Not all of them are directly violent—some are content with throwing objects or making scary noises. But yes, the most dangerous and famous ones are those that choose to attack humans.
Hearing the explanation made him wonder...
"What kind of ghost is Casper?" A friendly one, duh.
>Has anyone read 'The Overcoat'?
"No." Trevor joins the orchestra of negative responses.
>Well... something like that.
>>3540 >Remember, tomorrow you must choose a class representative! Start thinking about someone for that. If there's one thing he's sure of, it's that thinking about it wasn't going to get any of his time.
He and the other students leave the classroom. Mikoto's still clinging to him.
>Great!
"...."
>Now we can train! What's the plan, sensei?
"I've got several. None of them include you..." He already made it clear he doesn't do groups or partners. What kind of plan does she expect? "... Forget this 'sensei' crap. You're wasting your time."
>Damn... What crawled up your ass about being a 'sensei'? Jesus... Living here turns you into a loser just by looking, doesn't it? >What the hell are you talking about, shrimp?! >Nothing, man, just lamenting being the exchange student... Learning from ghosts, how annoying this guy is...
"...."
The two had started arguing. Whatever. He was about to leave when Luisa showed up.
>Hey. Lend me your notes later. >Excuse me? Say please, squirrel. >American manners, dude... >Like I was saying...
"Yeah, whatever." He saves the words. "I'll lend them to you later."
Whether he cares or not, being ignored doesn't sit right with Mikoto. Somehow, these people had started arguing among themselves. She wonders why exactly they're doing it around him...
Suddenly, Maik appears.
>Ah... my head, man... What happened? I was-...
He's cut off by his own surprise. T-this guy... Is he actually in the same general direction as a group of women!? Sasuga...
He pushes through, ignoring everything. The only thing he wanted was to learn their secrets.
>Hey, man! Brother...! How did you do it? You gotta tell me your secret. No! Wait—I know... We gotta go out tonight to find some chicks. What do you say? You and me... We can score some dressed-up ones.
"I've got plans tonight." He replies. Not that he'd accept even if he didn't. Aside from not caring about a Casanova lifestyle, he's got a couple responsibilities today, mostly related to the ranking. He didn't expect a quiet day, and he wasn't planning to waste a single hour—that's already what yesterday was for.
But first things first...
"See you..." He raises a hand in farewell and starts walking away. Maik might remember seeing him walk off yesterday in the same direction: He was heading to the Karate club.
spurs got absolutely destroyed. alexabros... >>3542 >Did you like it? Haven't played it yet kek I'll take a look this week
>Kagura is super cute My daughter 🥺 I miss her. I'm gonna have to rewatch the whole series for the fifth time.
>there are over 200 episodes just in the 2006 series kek They fly by so fast. By the time you reach episode 201 you'll be wishing it was longer, even with 100 episodes still ahead kek, you get attached to the world and characters quickly. I remember when I got to around episode 300 and was about to start a famous arc, I put the anime on hiatus for about 2 years because I didn't want it to end kek, only decided to finish it after they released the final movie.
>I'd check it out, feels like you'd enjoy it I'll add it to my backlog then. first I gotta rewatch kenichi since they announced a sequel
>Saiki must be one of the most broken characters in Jump. He's like a psychic Saitama But can he beat my god and savior lunaGoku?
>talk no jutsu gave me a sudden wave of boredom kek who knows Yeah, Mob gets kinda heavy with talk no jutsu sometimes kek, but when it works, it really works. Again, third season has the best stuff
>>3543 >>3545 I literally got lucky watching this movie before starting the series because I was a total hong kongfag I recommend it anyway because yeah, OP. John Woo is the messiah of eastern action the dickeating is crazy, anime and action vids (especially dmc) borrow a ton from him and hong kong cinema in general. His movies are pure aura, ignorance and combat in their purest form, and Hard-boiled is one of his best. The Matrix copied his entire style and added a hispahack soundtrack kek not slander, matrix is god
>>3549 >Honestly surprised they decided to ditch such an iconic and qt design There's context but it's not for sensitive people.
>already watched Mutsu for waifu Based. Tsukki >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>but you won't understand that yet
>In the end I watched it all in one go Based again. Gintama is good from episode 1, nobody will change my mind.
>felt like the writing had a lot of heart, and characters develop really well throughout the series It's a really beautiful story. Got lucky watching it relatively young and, not ironically, it shaped me a bit. My top 3 forever.
>Characters are my favorite part of any story Who's your favorite character so far and why is it Shinpachi?
>I hate Catherine what a shitty character kekazo she's easily the worst at this point but at least she makes me laugh
>Is there a Gintama roleplay? I requested it in 2019 and they told me to fuck off kek The price of not doing it yourself being a visionary...
No matter how much I try, it's just not enough. That son of a bitch keeps standing. Why? Why won't it go away? Those questions started to torment the brunette beyond measure. She felt dizzy, she felt frustrated and her strength was fading. But it's still there. That dog keeps standing.
In desperation, I go back to grab my axe, and free of any plan, embracing my anger, I charge at Smith, eager to tell him the head with a swing.
As it couldn't be any other way, she didn't notice there were debris around the battlefield, and with a sprained ankle, she stepped on one of Maya's robotic hands, taking a trip to the damned floor.
>Cat (Fall to the floor) 1d105 = 65
Cat dropped her axe and it flew away still in the direction of her adversary.
>>3550 >Mikoto Luisa Mikoto "That's not happening!" -she replies with a slight pout on her face, receives no response, and it doesn't escalate-
Today's class is about ghosts. In it, all doubts one might have about ghosts are resolved. Even Mikoto's, which involved you.
Cucamonga Zenigata "Pft..."
>Cucamonga "This doesn't mean they're super smart, of course. Although there could be special cases where they are, what it really means is that these ghosts can interact consciously with the environment. Like humans." -she finishes writing- "In this classification fall the poltergeists, who decide to attack humans. But Casper doesn't attack people. So in that case, he falls into another classification: intelligent benign ghosts." -she writes that too- "As their name suggests, these are ghosts who hold no malice toward humans. They can simply be neutral... or, like in Casper's case: friendly."
>Alexa "I don't care, man! No ghost is my friend."
>Cucamonga "It might sound strange. But I know many would find it beautiful to see their mother again, even just once, and know she's watching over them... even if she's a ghost."
Something to think about, gentlemen. kek
...
Class ends, they put their backpacks on their backs, and head out into the hallways. Mikoto doesn't leave your side, settled into her new role as a student.
>Mikoto Luisa Mikoto "But-! You lacked respe-!"
Maik arrives to interrupt, trampling everyone to meet you and extract the secret of your gallantry.
>Maik Mikoto "NOOOO!"
She silences Maik with an upward chop from the heel of her hand, cracking him like celery before he even rises into the air, reaching up to the ceiling, before falling to the floor deeply asleep, followed by his cap, which descends like a feather and lands on his face.
>Luisa "Ha..."
Mikoto stays with her fist ready, glaring angrily, then notices everyone watching her, startles, and quickly lowers her hand.
>Mikoto "!"
The girl runs off in the direction you took, catching up to you in the hallway shortly after, for she is a fast girl.
"Agh... I let my anger get the better of me again... But that guy is annoying. How am I supposed to avoid hitting without reason...?" -she says while looking at her hand, half to you, half to herself, then lowers it- "Where are we going, sensei?" She follows you, turning the same corners you do, gazing at the same hallways decked out to the nines for the occasion. The mess they made yesterday seemed to have the courtesy of vanishing for the event. Mikoto looks around with confusion, aware of this.
"All dressed up, huh?" -tries to make small talk- "but those kids' games are a waste of time. We've got better things to do, right, sensei?" -doesn't notice your outfit is a costume-
They reach that typical sliding door, adorned with black stickers of carved pumpkins. Mikoto recognizes it instantly. With an "oh!" she seems to misunderstand what they're here for. You slide the door open, and there's Red Riding Hood!
No, wait. It's just Isabella in costume, finishing hanging a plastic bat from the ceiling. She adjusts it so it hangs straight, and only then does she attend to you.
>Isabella "Oh! Wait a second!"
Smiling, she runs to the side where there's a wooden pedestal painted to look old and dark, holding a bowl she takes before offering it to both of you.
"Trick or treat! Take one!"
That's not how it works... but she offers it anyway. Inside the bowl, which Mikoto eyes suspiciously, there are only lollipops of different colors.
>Mikoto "Candy? Pass!" -not healthy-
>Isabella "They're sugar-free!"
>Mikoto "Hm..." -still eyeing her suspiciously, she takes one-
Isabella turns to offer you one.
>Isabella "And what are you guys dressed as?" -(boys)-
>Mikoto "I'M A WOMAN!" -complains-
>Isabella "Oh, sorry...! I didn't notice."
>Mikoto "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T?!"
Mikoto stands on her tiptoes to look bigger and more threatening toward the tall girl, who looks embarrassed. Then, a thought strikes your student, and she returns to her spot, averting her gaze.
sigh "agh... never mind..." -normally she'd be more upset, but she can't get mad at Isa-
>Isabella "..." -looks a bit confused, then notices- "ohh, you're the girl from yesterday!"
>Mikoto "YOU'RE JUST NOW REALIZING?!"
Yesterday it wasn't clear if Isa finished recognizing you as her former classmate... she seems bad with faces.
>Isabella chuckle "I remember now!" -veins pop, though she keeps smiling- "you came to join the club to make up for destroying it yesterday, right...?" -in the background, a big Halloween poster taped up peels off, revealing the huge hole in the hallway-
>Mikoto Startled "S-sensei, I feel overwhelming hostility!"
I wanted to send you my turn today Cat but I woke up so sick I can't even get up. I'll try to send you something anyway if I can but just looking at the screen hurts me kek. If not, tomorrow will be black, I apologize for the inconvenience
>>3535 <"I gave you a white monster." -...that's true. Does that count as a reward?- "Are you trying to invite me to Agartha or what? Have your driver put on Land Down Under then... Heh."
He tries to laugh at her little TikTok meme reference https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLQ9i8Xp5pU▶ but he's certainly not in the mood. He wanted to pretend nothing was wrong but he can't. After what happened a couple of seconds ago with Kaguya and Onigawara, it's hard to just let it go. He can only think of the ninja and imagine her becoming Maki Zenin. Anyway, he sighs and scratches the back of his neck, looking everywhere in the limousine except at Nagato, at least until he notices the teasing look the blue-haired girl gives him. He knows that she knows that he knows that she knows something, and that irritates him immensely. He feels so pressured that he turns a little red.
"Why are you looking at me like that, huh?!"
He grumbles.
"I'm not paying for that, okay?"
He points to the hole he made in the upholstered seat. It was her fault for bothering him with her mischievous eyes, which in the end gave Nagato the answer he wanted with his childish tantrum, and which continues.
<"Do you think you can decide who lives and who dies?" "Obviously, I'm the one fighting, the one risking my ass, I should decide."
<"your enemies will kill you at the slightest opportunity." "They better try, because I'm a bad weed, hard to kill, baby."
<"even she could come back to try and kill you." "And I wouldn't blame her, I probably would too. Let her do whatever she wants..."
He snaps his tongue, irritated by that last comment from his manager or whatever Nagato is to him. In his heart, he has to admit that Kaguya returning just for revenge would screw him over a lot. He tried to help her from the bottom of his heart to fix a little of what he had destroyed with his own hands and claws, but if that only serves to bring them more problems with a vengeful ninja, it would be a low blow, to be honest, one that would make him sad.
<"Your next fight will be in Nevada." "Why so far?"
He wrinkles his nose.
<"A thousand dollar fee to fight." "I wonder how much it will be for number 1"
He mutters that comment to himself.
<"Will you smoke here?" -he looks up at the ceiling, they are well enclosed- "Yeah, what's it to you? Are you that sensitive?"
He frowns at the alternative.
<"I have a strawberry flavored vape." "HUH?! Vape?! Do I look like a fag-"
What if it's been used by Nagato? He changes his mind.
"Give it to me!"
He takes it, almost snatching it, and a whole movie plays in his head, thinking he's about to receive an indirect kiss from Nagato. That excites him so much that he blushes again... Damn, he's such a pushover, and a vile love-struck fool... He vapes and exhales the strawberry-flavored smoke, not caring if they're enclosed or not, savoring the vape, not for the strawberry, but for Nagato's possible saliva. Kaguya or Nagato? He just wants fucking female affection. <"We're almost there, Owen." -he confirms- "So we need to discuss one last thing..." -crosses his legs and rests a hand on the knee in front of the other- "Like number 6, officially everyone who wants to challenge you must pay a fee." -just like you- "So you need to tell me: if someone challenges you to a fight, what are your requests? In what condition would you like to fight? At what specific location? What would you like to do before fighting?" "And can I set that fee myself, or is it a fixed price? 'Cause I'm not some cheap bitch selling herself for a couple of bucks, you know? I want serious money from now on to fight someone, I don't wanna waste my time with just anyone, you get me? Seriously, can I set any condition I want?! Can I tell my opponent to wear a princess dress and come fully made up? Can I fight at Point Nemo? Wow, I've got so many great ideas, hehehe."
He grins perversely.
"What if it's a girl?"
A VERY strange question related to Nagato's last comment.
<"It can be anything. You could request AT&T Stadium as the battlefield, and as for the rest? Anything. We can get you a video game console to have fun... arrange a meeting with your favorite celebrity, reunite you with a family member, or give you a five-star dinner... Think of it as..." -tilts his head and smiles- "a final wish." -says it in a soft voice, but almost... threatening- "Final wish? NAH! For me it's a privilege earned through effort! Sounds way better! Start preparing your contacts because I want to eat at a high-quality Thai restaurant together with Pie Die Pew, Violet Myers, and Lamine Yamal."
He lets out a "PFFF" as he feels frozen in time-space by the decor.
<"Seems we've arrived." -he says, looking outside- "I feel like in that typical episode where it's always the same day."
He starts getting out of the limo.
<"Well... you're free to go." -you hear the sound of the doors unlocking- "Don't worry about payment this time. Deposit it tomorrow if you'd like... take the rest of the day to rest if you want." "Does it have to be tomorrow? For God's sake, it's obvious you're trying to kill me by filling my schedule with daily fights! HA! But you won't succeed—I'm gonna stick around with you much longer than that, no doubt about it, eh."
He winks at her.
"See you, don't miss me, cutie."
He blows her a little flying kiss and slowly walks away from the limo. But once he's far enough, or once Nagato departs in his limo, he lets out a deep sigh and stops smiling. He doesn't feel like a badass, nor any more prestigious. Feels like someone new—but that's not necessarily good. It's a strange sensation, as if he were the one who lost, even though maybe he didn't lose the fight itself. Anyway, of all the things he could've learned from facing Kaguya, the main one is that he'd forgotten the essential thing: training! So he doesn't waste time and heads straight to the super gym to improve his physique—which, while not bad at all, he now feels will matter more than ever in deciding winner or loser. Besides, a bit more muscle wouldn't hurt. All the crazy power in the world, but in the end, brute strength is king.
>>3552 That pathetic punch was never going to land. You were on another level. And you already knew you wanted to end this with your next move.
You disappeared from your position in an instant, and recovered your axe with all the firmness that your now unstoppable rage granted you. You charged in a hyper-fast straight line before your enemy could move her hand even a centimeter... but the blindness of your anger worked against you.
You didn't see the conveniently placed banana peel in your path, you stepped on it and it evaporated, but it sent you face-first to the ground at full speed. Your face sinks into the asphalt and leaves a mark as if it were fresh cement, and what's worse, your left hand lands on some nearby poop, soiling it.
HOWEVER! Your axe, completing your desire, flew straight, spinning at hundreds of thousands of revolutions per second until it lost its shape and resembled more a simple ring of fire that passed by Maya's figure...
Then, your transformation fades. The axe turns to ashes behind Maya, who, still with her fist raised, has her face fill with fright. Her pupils contract... without even knowing what hit her, she falls to her knees, followed by all the gloves that were floating around... and a red thread extends like a thin necklace around her neck.
>Maya "..."
Her head falls to the ground before her torso, separated, the first rolling towards you, leaving a trail of blood until it's by your side. The head looks at you, with those eyes of sadness and...
"...you won..." -she speaks to you- "I... I didn't think I wouldn't see home again today..." -her little eyes go to the ground- "Mom will miss me..." sigh "In the end, I couldn't save anyone..." -she closes her eyes- sniff -tears slowly run down her cheeks- "I hope... that..." -her voice is weak, and choked by tears- "you're better than me... because... you can't... escape..."
The head falls face down... And Maya leaves the world with many regrets.
The sound of several pairs of footsteps approaches. Looking, you find your representative, followed by two men in white who pass by you and go for Maya's body.
>Chris "Congratulations. You are now number 6 on the criminal ranking."
He extends his hand to help you up.
"Come with me."
If you extend your hand, he would take it and drag you with him to the outskirts of the monument, where he occupies a bench and waits for you to sit down too. He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a can, a white monster that he hands to you.
"Drink that." -he orders you-
"Catherine." -he tells you- "you are number 6. That means you can set conditions for anyone who wants to challenge you to a fight."
He clasps his hands.
"Tell me. If you had one last wish... what would it be?"
What?
"You can ask for anything. Dinner. A trip. Celebrities. Family. What would you most like to do? The challenger will pay. You also have to choose a place to fight."
Then, the helicopter from before appears, descending slowly until it lands a few meters from you. The door opens.
"It's your transport." -he pulls out a camera- "I'll stay here to do some sightseeing." -he takes a picture of you-
Didn't expect Catherine to kill Maya kek Btw I already wanted to close this so I just ignored your bad dice kek
Pro tip: the lovemeter unlocks powers starting at 50% and keeps leveling up
>☆☆☆fully charged☆☆☆
You arrive at the building, a single floor. Doesn't need more anyway—it's extremely spacious and well-kept. But that sign could be described in few ways other than 'disturbing'. With the name 'Ryan's Gym', and a subtitle promising to be the ultimate gym.
You'll be the judge of that. You open the door, bells chime.
Cheerful music hits you. The place is what you'd expect from a gym, fully equipped. The wooden floor was covered with exercise tiles, and judging by the dumbbells, weights, bars, and even boxing gloves scattered around, you know the workouts are varied.
Ryan, a gigantic man with a Hello Neighbor face and owner of the gym, was at that very moment posing in the mirror, swaying his hips and blowing kisses. He notices you walk through the door and whistles appreciatively.
>Ryan "Ohh~"
He turns around, hands on his hips, greeting you with a smile and narrowed eyes.
"Well, well~ what do we have here? A mu-chachote!" —he says, wiggling his hips with each syllable, ending with a sideways stance— "Here to work out, handsome? Jojoo, just look at you! You don't need more weights, my king. Rawr!" —with one hand he mimics clawing the air—
>TRAINING! - Strength: $200 Increases your base dice to 120 - Endurance: $200 Increases your health by 20 points. (You'd have 130% health)
>>3557 Sorry for taking so long. Study week and I answer things in a certain order so I just got my turn today keksito. Either you can tell me meta style which training Owen will choose, or if he chooses both or none and I'll tell you which dice to roll so I can answer everything together in the next one to speed things up
>they beat spurs. alexabros...
The sign is still true.
>for the fifth time.
Ayyy kek. Understandable, it's good. And it's better to enjoy the known quality once again. That's why I never try new things! kek joke
>you get attached quickly to the world and the characters.
Totally. It's a very memorable cast. I've paused it right now, but I'll continue in the coming days. I've been distracted by other things..
>I put the anime on hiatus for about 2 years because I didn't want it to end kek
Ayyy we have the same defense system. It happened to me with The Little Prince the first time I read it as a kid and with Hilda until now, I still can't watch season 3 because I know there won't be anything left. And that series I started in season 1 as an undercaca miado in 2018.
>first I have to rewatch kenichi because they announced a sequel
You killed me, I didn't even know it existed kek
>But does it beat my god and savior lunaGoku?
It has some win conditions for sure. But I wouldn't know, plus never see the maximum power of Saiki.
>I reiterate that the 3rd season has the best
I'm coming, I'm coming... when... when they pause jujutsu kek
>hong kongfag
Keksito. That's unusual, the stars aligned just so you'd like Gintama.
>I recommend it
Picture Atlas lifting my backlog.
¡BUT GOOD! Yeah, I'll add it. At some point I'll watch it.
I already look like the keksito meme
>hispahack
I don't blame them, it was the best theme.
>matrix is god
Ahem. No longer because now it's an analogy of becoming trans kek joke
>There's context but it's not for sensitive people.
What a scary, better pause it kek
>but that you won't understand yet
Well no, honestly no idea kek maybe that character isn't out yet where I am.
>Gintama is good from episode 1, nobody will make me change my opinion.
The truth is yes, I read that many skip it because it's a filler celebration, but it wasn't that bad. I could understand all the characters even though I didn't know them, so they did well with the episode. Even if it was a bit weird after the reboot.
>My top 3 forever.
What's number 2?
>What's your favorite character so far
I'll be simple and say Gin-
>and why is it Shinpachi?
Ah, well it's fun. The moment when he insulted Eromes was my favorite moment of him so far actually kek. It's just a solid character, Otsu doesn't deserve it.
>I requested it in 2019 and they sent me to hell kek
Kek
Well I understand it's a bit difficult to imagine what to do in the role equally. Would they be yorozuya?, The ones of Gin?, The continuation?, Rivals of the yorozuya?, Members of the shinsengumi?, Of the Zura faction?
The truth is there are too many possibilities, but we would have to see what to do. Like, objectives and such. Although I suppose someone who knows more about the series could come up with something that fits the tone of the same for the role.
Luisa jumps into the conversation, making an unexpected comment.
>What if you get killed?
"...."
>That's not going to happen!
It was a question worth asking, but if he was expecting an answer, the one he would receive wouldn't be very different from Mikoto's.
"You would have to lose first."
Nah, he would win.
"... But in any case, I believe in vengeful ghosts..."
--
The class ends and Trevor heads to the Karate club, closely followed by his new student.
>Agh... I let myself be carried away by anger again... But that guy is annoying. How am I supposed to avoid hitting without reason...?
"It's normal. I did it too." When he was around 14 years old. Over time, he became more selective about choosing fights.
>Where are we going, sensei?
"I have a debt to settle..."
They pass through the same hallways as yesterday, the mess they left had been repaired, hoping not to have drawn too much attention that time.
>Everyone's dressed up, huh?
"It's Halloween."
>But those kids' games are a waste of time. We have better things to do, don't we, sensei?
"Suppose so."
Finally, they arrive at their destination. There she was, Isabella, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, which multiplied her cuteness. Just as decorated was the club, barely noticeable the destruction left by the two fighters yesterday.
>Sweet or trick! Take one!
"...."
There were several lollipops in the bowl.
>Candies? Pass!
He didn't want to admit it, but he thought the same. This gladiator's body doesn't maintain itself on its own, he already cheated by eating a pizza. However...
>They're sugar-free! >Hm...
"...."
Well, why not? He grabs one when offered and puts it in his inventory.
>And what are you guys dressed as?
"The glowing type. All the snow fell off though." It sounds better in English
>I AM A WOMAN! >Ah, sorry...! I didn't notice. >WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T?!
>Ohh, you're the girl from yesterday! >WHAT ARE YOU JUST NOW REALIZING?!
"....."
He supposed she didn't remember them, otherwise...
>I remember now!
He should be angry.
>You came to join the club to compensate me for destroying it yesterday, right...?
"...." He scratches his head, embarrassed. Years ago, he made a personal promise to never run from anything... But his eyes didn't run, so he looks for any excuse to avoid facing her. By chance, his gaze falls exactly on one of the holes they left in the wall.
>Sensei, I feel an overwhelming hostility!
"You're not the only one..." She murmurs. A chill runs down her back, her arms, her arteries... He has fought against maybe 600 opponents, some stronger, others more brutal, but none have made him feel this.
Better to do what he came for once...
Trevor checks his pockets and takes out something.
>>3555 In the hallway, Mikoto can't help but get frustrated. Her fists, reserved weapons for critical moments, have once again come out due to her anger. One could say she's trigger-happy.
>Mikoto Sugar-free orange flavored wafer added to your inventory. (Heals 5% HP for two turns, then it's gone. And it has no sugar!)
Isa doesn't take long to ask her typical old-lady question.
>Isabella Isabella "¡¿Oh?!"
>Mikoto (¿...did she calm down?) -thinks, but remains alert-
>Isabella Mikoto "¿Eh?" -raises an eyebrow-
>Isabella current money: $164
...
In some other place
>Panchero "Here you go."
>Carmelita "Greatlongo." -grabs the hot dog- "..."
Carmelita smashes the hot dog into her face, covering her face in condiments and fries.
"Ay..."
>Panchero "¿qué-?"
>Carmelita "Suddenly I had a terrible urge... to give myself a facepalm." -speaks even with the hot dog covering her face-
In the karate club
>Isabella "Hmhmhm..." -makes noises as she counts the bills-
She lowers the bundle of benjamines.
"It's a lot... it wasn't necessary..." -she affirms
>Mikoto "It looks satisfied..." -murmurs-
>Isabella "Graciaaaas~ now my club is saved."
>¡Objective completed!: ¡club saved!
"Probably..."
>¡Probably!
>Mikoto "Sensei... was the debt you mentioned literal?"
>Isabella "Ohh~ ¿Sensei?"
>Mikoto "That's right. I follow sensei Trevor to learn." -your name is on the attendance list-
>Isabella "Trevor..." -says, looking up to the top of the wall behind you, with her soft lips forming a small 'o', the 'o' of the word memOria-
"..." -she looks back at you- "Sensei Trevor..." -gets on the train- "Would you like to go get some tea?"
>Mikoto "¿Eh?"
>Isabella "I have that feeling that I know you from yesterday..." -claps- "But it was because that fight was so exciting!" -she's the president of the karate club- "We could catch up..."
That's an opportunity that many boys in school would kill for!
PARA RYU https://youtu.be/TcbbnfLEFa0?si=AyB3vNpwzx0g0N-u▶ Pisas hoy una mansion built with cement and blood. You walk to the agreed place, passing by the source of that garden more alive than the hopes of your compatriots.
But although you come for the red, you ignore the roses. You pass through the door that leads to another part of the building, where there is a long and straight corridor that ends in a huge door, which is exactly the one you came to seek.
It is a door of ruby red, with beautiful engravings and a golden base that you do not doubt is gold, it is your destination. And you take the first step, crossing it.
NUMBER 7: PAOLO "Your last meal..."
You are surrounded by the purity of white in a loaded dining room. Under the candelabrum, that long table worthy of nobility was full to the brim with food, and completely devoid of chairs, beyond the two empty ones facing each other at the two ends.
From a door on one side, a man in an apron comes out, walking relaxed with a hand in the pocket, and another holding the cigarette between his lips. He is supposed to be 17, but with that life that has passed over him, he appears much older.
>Paolo "..."
He nods his head slowly, takes the cigarette out of his mouth and lets the smoke out.
"Did you come, huh?" -he drops the cigarette, steps on it to finish putting it out- "Sit down..."
He asks, as he advances. Approaching a radio that rested on some drawers so as to turn it on.
If you had sat down, you would be facing a true feast. Chicken, ham, bread, all kinds of sausages, wines worth several wages, European sauces, canapés or caviar. A display of dishes you would never have seen before.
"It's a good song..."
Paolo joins you, takes a bottle of mostagán and opens it.
"Wine?"
If you accept, he serves you in a fine and long glass. Then, to himself, before going to the other end of the long table.
"Eat, boy... I don't have many guests..." -he takes a sip of the wine-
He leaves the glass half-drunk, and leans back, letting himself fall into the chair, placing his heel on the table and taking out a cigarette.
"Many spoiled kids..." -he murmurs, trying to light the lighter, which sparks- "...come here playing the delinquent..." -he manages to light it- "You can still leave this. As something you don't need to know, kid..."
He puts the lighter away, looks at the ceiling.
"Or else, just enjoy..." -he lets out a sigh of smoke- "because this will be your last meal..." Although it's 7 a.m
The smoke from his cigarette rose into the clear sky, dissipating into the air and yet, he still had to tilt his head even more to see the top of the mansion in front of him.
-...
He doesn't know if his previous home was just as big or even bigger, his memory is intentionally hazy, his gaze drifts and he stands there doing nothing for a few minutes every time he tries to remember the past, finally he flicks his cigarette off with a finger, one hand in his pocket and the other closed into a fist, he advanced toward the door. He was treating this casually, moving automatically and ignoring his surroundings as if he were inside his own head and relying on muscle memory to take care of the rest. He took in the interior of the building with his gaze, he was received without him having to say much about it, the gourmet didn't seem to interest him either, as if he was used to that kind of food and had lost interest, ironically. His sharp gaze stopped on the host, as if he had found something he was looking for.
-... --Yet, he said nothing.
He let him speak a bit more, what was going through his mind being a mystery, in fact, at no point did he react to the food and simply focused on him.
>"Many spoiled children..."
He gently took off his glasses.
>"...come here playing the delinquent..."
He folded his legs as he took them off his eyes.
>"You can still leave this. As something you don't need to know, kid..."
And with his eyes almost closed, he smiled from ear to ear.
-Ja, ja, ja. I'm sorry, but I already ate at home. --He replied in a joking tone, his voice youthful but with an unmistakable gravity-- What's going on? Do you think you're too old to play?
He tilted his chin down, smiling still, his eyes remaining focused on the host as he placed the glasses on the table.
>"Or else, just enjoy..."
In an instant, he disappeared from where he was standing as if he were a mirage.
>"because this will be your last meal--
The table at the other end where he was standing shattered with the loud crash of face number 7 hitting it, Ryu on top of him and having put all his body weight to hit him against the wood.
-I have a different kind of game...
He grabbed him by the hair and pulled with force, lifting him from the chair as he shook him to throw him.
-The rules are simple...
He threw him against the mansion's walls, debris and dust flying everywhere at the same time as the whole building shook, leaving him pinned to the wall.
-... We'll hit each other until one of us dies.
He could feel his heart racing again, and the heat took over him, it hadn't even started the most fun part yet and yet, he could only feel excitement and euphoria.
>Dad had told me not to let myself be carried away by anger... >it makes me forget the technique...
"Angry you were stronger. You fought like it really mattered..."
"The truth is, if you're going to fight for what you fight for, you'll always get angry." She and Trevor seemed to have different concepts of what strength is for. Unlike him, she had honor and expectations behind it. The emotional weight was inevitable.
In that regard, he has no advice for her. He can only think in terms of combat:
"Adapt to that reality. It's your best option."
Don't you still not get it yet, Gohan? You must use your anger!
"... But... If you really want my example: I would completely abandon it."
Not fight for anyone or for anything, more than his love for art. That was the world he sought, beyond any reality that can be perceived with human eyes.
"The secret of strength is to enjoy being strong. It's that simple."
-- note the reference to Swans. music taste in 100
>Ohh, how adorable~! You're a little Kubrick.
Jack.
She mentally corrects herself, because saying it out loud would make her sound like one of those pretentious nerds.
Isabella was about to activate her berserker, but just like in politics, problems are solved with money.
>Thank you so much~ now my club is saved. >Probably...
Trevor scratches the back of his neck, letting out a sigh. The money lost was worth it, this was a weight off his shoulders.
>Sensei... Was the debt you mentioned literal?
"What else would it be?" When you talk about debts, you talk about debts. It's the world of adults, she wouldn't understand with her 16 years.
Technically the debt was also hers, but he wasn't going to scold her. One day she would learn the consequences of ignoring things like this.
>Ohh~ Sensei? >Yes. I follow Sensei Trevor to learn.
She's already starting to accept that the title of 'Sensei Trevor' isn't going to be taken away anytime soon.
But that's in the past. Currently, Isabella seems to have received a shock to her memories.
>Trevor... >Sensei Trevor... >Would you like to get something to drink? (...) We could catch up...
Trevor raises his hand, stopping the meeting.
"I don't have time. I just came to give you that..."
He turns around.
"... Goodbye."
He crosses the door for the second time, but from the first time, he already had a goal in mind: To get a job.
>>3561 I played the game, it's really good kek, it reminds me of the Goku Densetsu on the DS, I don't know if you know it (if you don't know it it's terrible).The fights are super tense, and it feels satisfying to build a deck and a strategy and see the chain reaction when everything falls into place. Not ironically it's playable. It's missing Chinese girls though.I want to reiterate my thanks a lot for the black gift Aldo you gave me the Hitman Black wtf. Thanks x2. That one I haven't tried yet because it's one of those games that require more dedication, but I'll check it out soon
>The sign is still true. What will be your reaction if they drop to B this season?
>Understandable, it's good A month later, is it still that good?
>Ayyy we have the same defense system. You have to survive somehow in this shitty world where things end Maybe ruler thinks the same and that's why he never finishes his roles
>It happened to me with The Little Prince the first time I read it as a kid and with Hilda until now From 2018 until now is crazy kek. But I can't judge because I did the same with Azumanga Daioh. I started it in 2018 too, and I've never seen episodes 25 and 26 doublekek. Although at this point it's more because I don't care as much
>You killed me, I didn't even know it existed kek Lucky
>What is the 2? Haikyuu, a volleyball manga. You start watching it thinking it's just a sport they force you to play in physical education because the fat kid in class starts kicking whenever they play soccer, and you end up feeling like you've been a volleyball fan since you were little. The ones who really sell it to you are the characters and their dynamics, the relationship those characters have with the sport they love, and that inspirational feeling the series leaves you with every time that relationship is explored. The passion the author puts into volleyball is just a container for the true message of the story: passion itself, while you have it, you must express it in everything you do, sports, art, projects, eating vegetables, putting people down on the internet, no matter what, making that passion count is the only thing that matters, and it will be the only thing that pushes you through difficult moments. If I am Simon, Haikyuu is my Kamina. Simply GODkyuu, 10/10.
But CHADnter x HunCHAD beats it.
>I'll be simple and say Gin- Say it with pride, I assure you it won't go down kek
>The truth is there are too many possibilities, but you would have to see what to do. Like, objectives and such The most basic would be a simple role set in Edo. So, a samurai role but with amantos, futuristic technology, and comedy kek, with some of the cities and locations from the series. The setting of Gintama is denser than people give it credit for, it's possible to create something original and still maintain the feeling that it's a Gintama role. Maybe focusing on some of the other groups that I won't mention to avoid spoilers kek. But...
>Members of the Shinsengumi? This would be peak kek, I never considered it as an option.
At one point I had a random idea that the role takes place 80 years in the future of the series. Through a series of ironic but not described events, Yorozuya managed to grow until becoming a sort of corporation with branches around the world, like the association of HxH, but for losers without talent or prospects, you go to work there or to the mines. Like the army, kek, perfect for a role that would take place in the 1940s. There you have excuses to have several blacks go on random adventures helping people as the Yorozuyas do in the canon
>>3566 The host invites you to the table. He drags dead weight in his actions and words, which in the same way do not hinder his condescending solemnity.
>Paolo <Ja, ja, ja. I'm sorry, but I already ate at home.
"..."
He didn't answer. But he looked down to see you, and when you summed up, after a sigh, also your feet.
<What's going on? Do you think you're too old to play?
He tilted his head a little, as if showing his crown. The dark glasses move away from his eyes enough to see his closed eyes in an expression similar to a thoughtful one.
"Sí..." -he replies- "tired... Maybe old..."
"Every time you kill, you add the years of the dead."
Death bought the bread, and death taught him to be more relaxed. And today, although there were only two chairs, he knew that death was coming to sit at the table again.
...
And then you disappeared. Paolo didn't react, his shoulders were so still, free of the slightest tension of the startle, that you could assume he didn't notice your movement. Your hand went down instantly, Paolo's head also. The impact doesn't sound like the creak of wood, but like an explosion that launches all the plates into the air due to the pressure of the air, and destroys every meter of the table as if it were prop equipment.
<I have a different kind of game...
You forced him to lift his gaze. The cigarette turned into an accordion, but the face unperturbed during the short second you decided to throw it. Your arm flies cutting through the air and he also, spinning while carving through the sky like a rocket that pierces the wall in a deafening explosion that raises a massive cloud of dust and makes the mansion dance from its foundations.
<We'll hit each other until one of us dies.
...silence.
For a moment, there is a marked silence. Which is nothing more than the classic calm before the storm. The hole that the number 7 pierced disappears... for the wall explodes with a hit, revealing the courtyard, in which Paolo was, already with a new cigarette, which he holds while walking back inside and scratching his head.
"Above all, you throw away the good food I prepared..." -he sighs, releasing smoke, lifts his gaze, revealing the small drop of blood now descending from his nose-
<Paolo 95%
"If that's what you want..." -he spits the cigarette on the floor-
Thus, he searches in his pocket, and takes out what looks like a kind of grip, or rifle magazine, which he holds in his hand.
The grip soon projects from one end a pointed figure of a bright blue that extends for 18 centimeters that imitate the blade of a knife.
Thus, with one hand in the pocket, he walks -stepping on the cigarette on the way- normally towards you, holding the knife upside down, as if he were going to use it to stab. He presses with his thumb the end of the grip that is facing up, leaving imprints in the air similar to the blade of the weapon, which almost seem like glitches from a video game.
Then he stops. He looks at you at the distance you calculate as 4 steps and flips the knife to move it with the hand in front of you like a windshield, showing you the blue trail it leaves as if making his dog follow his gaze at his prize.
He does not attack immediately.
Paolo: /roll/{1d100} Sorry for taking so long kek. I just entered a hiatus due to exams when you joined, I'm sorry.
>>3568 >Mikoto Isabella "¿Hm?" -she doesn't seem to be stressed, but her eyebrows lift for a half second-
Mikoto "Thank you."
And then she quickly runs to catch up with you, leaving Isabella no time to respond.
...
The hallway again. Mikoto follows you, this time saying little, with her palette in her mouth. By this point, the hallway should only have real ghosts, the people have gone home or set off towards their clubs. Beyond the decorations Mikoto is looking at, there are no distractions until the exit. The door, made of wood like everything else, fits the Halloween theme, and is surrounded by the large head of a clown. Mikoto takes the palette out of her mouth with a sucking sound.
"I like clowns. But that one looks a bit... 'murderous', don't you think?" -she makes a casual chat observation with a suspicious look at the decoration-
Outside, autumn embraces them with the lugubrious air of a witch's night. The gray sky slowly drifting across the sky with the breeze perfumed by the cinnamon of the pastries and the caramel of the apples... which tragically combines with the smell of old wood from the school behind them, which today looks like an old abandoned building made of rotten and dusty pine that can barely stand anymore.
Mikoto raises her eyes behind her, looking almost paranoid at the huge change that occurred in a day. And that spreads to the entire campus. They descend the stone stairs that seemed to be crumbling from their cracks due to their age, feeling as the pieces of the steps loosen until almost detaching and causing a small but dangerous fall -if not for you two being superhuman-
It doesn't happen. Four steps and they can follow the path of rocks that look dirty, and you could swear it feels that way even through the shoes. On the sides, the abundant vegetation characteristic of the school, had been reduced to the presence of jack-o-lanterns or simple uncarved pumpkins, because counting the miserable dry branches that the bushes turned into seemed like a trap.
The trees, like in any autumn, were also bare. But they had so many crows plaguing their parts, that they seemed filled with black leaves that caw and look at them until they pass by and fly away at full speed. Cleaning up their figures from the trees that were once the only cherry trees for kilometers, but today were black as tar, resembling ones charred by a terrible fire.
They reach the middle of the path. The fountain, the benches that accompany it could be called rubble. Once made of stone, now just stones scattered on the floor without any form other than a small mound. The main attraction, which used to be a display of luxury, is now surrounded by the only living plants in the place, weeds that survive with the red liquid they receive, surrounding completely its cracked structure today.
"Sensei... Doesn't this... thing bother you at all?" -she maintains a serious face, but the atmosphere created by the date gives her some bad vibes-
They reach the gate. Designed like that of a cemetery and with the walls that support it made of ancient-looking rocks. When they get close enough, the gate slowly opens, creaking. Accompanied by a breeze that almost sounds like 'goodbye...'
"..." -Mikoto opens her eyes wide, genuinely shocked- "Did you hear that?! That... That was the wind?"
The employment center. Its appearance hadn't been touched by time, but perhaps with that natural decadent look and the abundant webs covering the building's walls, it didn't need to be. Mikoto looks at the dead neon sign, with several letters hanging by a thin thread, and with her furrowed brow and lips in a downward arc... she showed quite a bit... unimpressed with the quality this place could offer.
"Employment center?"
Yes, you know the place. You're about to enter, and then you feel like you're stepping on something soft. Looking down, you'd find... $500 lying on the floor! Wow, what a coincidence. Mikoto doesn't notice it at first, too busy looking at the window display.
After that, you can enter. The bell rings four times. Two for you, and another two behind you once Mikoto enters. That cheap office cafeteria atmosphere greets you with the subtlety of an explosion the moment the boss hears you.
>Soldier
"¡AJÁ!"
Mikoto is slightly surprised, not enough to jump, but enough to open her eyes a bit more.
"¡PERO SI ES EL JÓVEN TRIBILIN!"
>Mikoto
"Tribilin?"
>Soldado
"¡EL NOMBRE DE UN VERDADERO AMERICANO!, ¡EL CABO TRIBILÍN! And another kid."
>Soldado
"Oh jojo... ¡Perdona! The captain Tribilín and his wife, Tribilina." -Mikoto lets out a nasal grunt- "I hope you don't take her to the battlefield! Women in the kitchen, buddy."
>Mikoto
"¡No somos eso!, ¡No me llamo Tribilina! ¡Y SOY UNA GUERRERA! I'm here to learn from sensei Trevor."
>Soldado
"¡Ja!, ¡You got yourself one of those feminists, eh captain! Those things of women who look like men didn't exist in my time. ¡We shot them! I pity you." -Mikoto inhales loudly, puffs out her cheeks, and her fists tremble, she holds back the heat because it seems you know him-
"In any case, ¡Another day, another dollar, captain! We don't have new jobs yet" -those add up when defeating the current boss- "¡BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'LL LET YOU LAZE AROUND!, ¡TAKE A DAMN JOB AND HELP MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!"
You go to check the possible part-time jobs. Currently, only two are available.
>coconut collector
Location: next to Charia beach
-There's a high demand for super coconuts, but not just anyone can get them. You get paid for each coconut you get.
lawn mower
Location: in a guy's yard
-A important war veteran needs someone to cut his lawn because it looks like a jungle, the association promised to send someone. We provide you with the lawnmower.
<pay: $1200 guaranteed if the garden looks nice.
"You know? I was married once too. ¡But I preferred to marry the war! The battlefield is the only one that can take grenades. ¡Not like my wife! Ja. ¡But at least mine didn't look like a man, captain! I almost felt bad blowing her up. That kid you're bringing with you would be used as a target for RPGs in Cambodia. ¡HAHA!"
You feel the heat rising to your back. Mikoto is burning up, almost literally.
2/2
Hello negritos, I wanted to let you know that if you have abandoned me, I would like to confirm that. There's no problem with that, no grudge, nothing. It's just to know, and so I can put this aside and move on to other projects on the board, closing this and leaving you some things so that you know what I had planned at least. In the same way, I thank you all for the time together, to everyone who passed through the role and such. I had a lot of fun, I think it's one of the most funny things I've ever rolled, and also many times very epic. So I owe you many moments of happiness, emotion and everything. I won't force you to walk a path that has already tired you. Also, it's better to get off the boat now that it's just about to leave and not later, right? In any case, it's up to you. What you put above I will answer with the following meta, Trevor. Decide to abandon or not.
>>3574 >trebor I don't know if you're saying this for me but I don't have intentions of abandoning. lit I'm rushing a bit my turns to compensate for my lateness and advance to the fights I haven't even reached the second kek. lit I held myself back from sending a file to chainsaw man which looks good because I want to focus on this role and beneache I don't know about the other blacks but I want to continue and if lol you kill me at least make a cheap timeskip to the final fight like in the axed manga and I fall down quickly with the final boss
>>3574 >Ryu Kek, you know me, bro, I'm always busy and lacking inspiration, but I'm not gonna abandon this
By the way, part of my reply got deleted again. Second fucking time this happens, so now I'm trying to write everything in Word first and then paste it here, but honestly it kinda killed my motivation to sit down and write.
>>3575 Keksito, I was asking in general because the little black guys were slowly disappearing. I figured maybe giving them the chance to leave would be ideal if that's what they wanted, so it wouldn't feel bad to leave and such. Better to be upfront and cut it off at the root.
>lit I'm a bit rushing my turns to make up for my lateness No rush, I have no problems, I just wanted to have things clear. I guess I can be clear that the others aren't coming back kek but I wanted to see if they confirmed it so at least I could leave the story I had planned for them that I liked a lot kek
>lit I held back from sending a sheet to Chainsaw Man because it looks good because I want to focus on this role and on Beneache You're right, it looks quality. Not like that TikTok Jujutsu Kaisen, eh? keksito
>I don't know about the other blacks but I want to continue Alright, perfect.
>and if lolmatas at least do me a timeskip No, I want to continue. Number 4 is my favorite fight for Trevor.
>>3576 Keksito. Yes, with you I already had it clear before you joined, the lateness isn't a problem. It turned out well anyway to know if what you found wasn't what you expected, if you didn't like it or something. That way you could detach yourself without fear. Take your time, I'm in no rush. If you want an interesting piece of advice: Google Docs. It's uglier than Word but saves only every time you stop typing as I understand it, so even if the power goes out, the losses are minimal.
>it killed a bit my will to sit down and write. Keksito, very understandable. It's happened to me two or three times in this role and it makes me want to shoot myself because both times it was something I loved, and then I had to rewrite it more skimpy.
>I'll reply soon. Whenever you want, the little role won't go anywhere.
>>3569 >it reminds me of Goku Densetsu on the DS, don't know if you know it Keksito. I'll take your advice because I don't know it.
>it feels satisfying to build a deck and a strategy and see the chain reaction when everything falls into place Uff yeah. I mean, I haven't tried it yet but that was the best part of Balatro for me kek. Every time you play and something starts taking shape and you get chetas...
Bah, now that I think about it, that's the joke of all these Isaac-like games, right? Kek
>Not ironically it's viable No wonder the 2 reached 500k players in two days even though it was in early access.
>It lacks Chinese monkeys though The silent one is a chocolate monkey kek
>What will their reaction be if they descend to the B this season? Take it out on Asuna like a dad who's been wronged
>A month later, is it still that good? I put it on pause because I got distracted by other things, but that opinion doesn't change, yes, it's very good. I'd recommend it without hesitation.
>Maybe Ruler thinks the same and that's why they never finish their roles Kek. So they always abandon me because of that! It's their defense system, not that I bore them! I'm going to ban them from my roles...Kek joke
>From 2018 to the present is crazy kek Keksito, no, I mean I started watching it in 2018 with season 1. The movie that was the last thing I saw came out in 2021, from there I didn't want to watch season 3 because I know it's the end. It's been 5 years kek
>I've never seen episodes 25 and 26 doublekek. Ayyy there you see. You beat me. >Although by now it's more because I don't care that much Well, paradoxically that's good for finishing it, right? You practically don't care anymore so you can just sit one day and say "let's see"
Although it's easier said than done. Sometimes you get lazy and kek
>Lucky bastard I tried to figure out the reason for this but I was totally incapable ayy
>Haikyuu, a volleyball manga. I know that one, I don't know if I'm confusing it with Slam Dunk, but I know it was huge back in the day.
>and you end up feeling like you've been a volleyball fan since you were a kid Keksito To be honest, once I saw a video where some guys played volleyball well. I mean both teams were good, and the back-and-forth of the ball was quite satisfying, that's when I started respecting it and didn't just write it off as boring. Although I never really got into the scene just because of that.
>the passion itself, as long as you have it, you must express it in everything you do True. I try. Sometimes you have to stop being ashamed of being passionate about something. That could become what drives you, not just when you need a boost, but toward something really awesome. I don't know, I don't know, I'm just saying.
>Simply GODkyuu, 10/10. Looks away whistling so as not to add it to the eternal backlog
>But CHADnter x HunCHAD wins. O melhor shonen. Demais.
>The Gintama setting is denser than people give it credit for, it can create something original and still keep the feeling of being a Gintama RP Maybe, maybe. But if someone gets in sync with it, creating original stuff would be easier, but actually achieving it, I mean, starting to replicate the style and then not sticking out, maybe isn't that easy.
>This would be peak kek, I never considered it as an option. Keksito I think it's a good idea, the little black guys could go on random adventures with the perfect excuse of having someone like "go there, do this" and who knows how much more that I don't know yet because I haven't watched the series that much.
>about 80 years in the future of the series. Far away ayy. The Baka Prince wouldn't appear.
>Yorozuya managed to grow into a kind of corporation with branches all over the world, like the HxH Association Keksito. That idea makes me a bit amused
>Like the army Or worse: the provincial police
>There you have excuses to have several little black guys go on random adventures helping people like the Yorozuya do in canon Sounds perfect for the format from back in the day. Now with the new slowness of the RP threads you need a connecting thread. I know the vibe is that arcs appear in the middle after the craziness, so you'd have to make an effort to keep the anons hooked and not have them loldie before you reveal your plans kek
>Say it with pride, I assure you it won't drop from there kek "Well, with pride it goes! It's the type of character I like. The vibe of relaxed until he gets serious and does something chad I like a lot. The things he says are quality. Then not far behind in second place is Hijikata I think, or Sougo. But for me it's Hijikata because he's awesome and I even literally incorporated him into my life, now when I see someone go overboard with mayonnaise curiously something I see quite often I can't help but associate it with the Hijikata special keksito
>I like clowns. But that one looks a bit... 'murder-y', right?
"Do you like clowns?"
That surprised him more than anything else here. Not only because Mikoto didn't seem like the type of person who likes things, but also because literally no one likes clowns these days, unless it's in horror movies.
"Very 21st century, don't you think?" He wanted to say 19th century, but he doesn't know shit.
Anyway, you had to admit, they did an incredible job with the decorations. If his mother were here, she'd definitely stop every 10 seconds to take tacky photos with the fairy lights and upload them to Facebook.
They cross more hallways, with more decorations. The atmosphere was intimidating. It made you consider that the shadows on the walls didn't just come from the branches...
>Sensei... Doesn't all this give you a bit of... Thing?
"... Did you notice it too...?" A second passes between the question and the answer, but Trevor was waiting for an opportunity to bring up the topic.
Maybe he was overthinking it, but, wasn't it appropriate? The decorations are meant to stimulate the imagination. And these were putting ideas in his mind...
"Confirm something for me, if you know..." Trevor doesn't take his eyes off the front. "... How many of them are in this school?"
"I don't want to bet on this, but... If there are less than 2 janitors in the school, I think I can win extra credits."
His intentions come to light.
"A single janitor is going to have to clean all these decorations between today and tomorrow. What if I help him? Would that count for some reward? Maybe they'll give me an extra point on some exam... Professors notice things like that."
He scratches his chin considering his options. Anyway, he leaned towards trying it; it gave him pity to think that some poor soul would be in charge of all this.
They arrive at the gate. Conveniently, it opens by itself, letting them pass.
>Did you hear that?! Was that... Was that the wind?
"A door shouldn't sound like that. Unless..."
"They're made in 're-China'."
Trevor says that with a completely serious expression. Not only because it's his personality, but to maintain his aura in case the joke doesn't get a laugh.
Well, the door must be made like that. Let's get out of here.
>THE NAME OF A TRUE AMERICAN!, CORPOral TRIBILIN! And another kid. >I'M A WOMAN!, ARE YOU BLIND, OLD MAN?!
They hadn't known each other for even a minute, but the personalities of these two were already clashing. This had the potential to become an interaction nobody wanted to have.
>Oh jojo... Sorry! Corporal Tribilin and his wife, Tribilina. I hope you don't take her to the battlefield! Women in the kitchen, buddy. >We're not that!, I don't go by Tribilina! AND I'M A WARRIOR! I'm here to learn from Sensei Trevor.
"...." >"Ha!, you snagged yourself one of those feminists, corporal! Those woman-things that look like men didn't exist in my time. We shot them! I pity you.
"I don't understand a fucking word you're saying, old man... Don't bother her too much. I won't defend you if she does something crazy."
He didn't want to get too involved in the matter, but he gives Mikoto free rein to act however she wants. It's not like this guy is her family or anything, and even if he were, he wouldn't ask her to hold back when she's acting out of line.
That's what he came for: to do business. The selection didn't look any different from yesterday's.
Yesterday... What a night that was, eh...
He barely remembers what happened or how it all started. His mind gets lost in the memories as he stares into the void, but he's interrupted by another rant from the soldier.
>"You know? I was married once too. But I chose to marry the war! The battlefield is the only thing that can withstand grenades. Not like my wife! Ha! But at least mine didn't look like a man, corporal! I almost felt sorry for blowing her up."
Mikoto was about to explode too, but from rage. The guy was like LeBron James when it came to angering her. Just when it seemed he was moving on from the subject, he finds a way to drag her back in.
>"That kid you're with would be used as target practice for RPGs in Cambodia. HAHA!"
"Did you have RPGs in the year 1600, old man?"
"What you're describing is a guaranteed death. Your toy would explode in your face just to avoid getting involved with her." He said he wasn't going to get involved, but if she's going around telling everyone she's his sensei, he should at least defend her strength.
Without any warning, Trevor sprints toward the door. He just remembered something...
He jumps in his car and floors the accelerator. Turns out Mikoto wasn't entirely wrong; he actually still had one more metaphorical debt to pay.
The destination was already clear:
A seedy bar with a terrible selection of liquor, and a disgraced Russian who insulted his drinking ability.
<Resume mission.
He needed to get there fast in the car, and he wasn't going to waste that speed. He wasn't going to enter through the door, wasn't going to ask for a fight.
He was going to enter the American way: crashing through the wall with his car (last generation, a couple generations back) and running over the guy.
There was one problem. The bar was on a narrow street. How was he going to drive through it in a car and turn to cross the wall?
The answer to that question is another question: What the hell do you have a car for if you don't know how to drift?
When he gets in front of it, Trevor will drive straight down the alley at maximum speed and won't change direction until he's centimeters away from the first curve, just to conserve as much speed as possible. At that moment, he'll oversteer the car, initiating a legendary drift.
"Through the dust curtain, his darkened figure swayed back and forth until it finally cleared, revealing his lack of expression."
"So what? Did you hit menopause or something?" --He brought a hand to his nape, twisting his neck-- "You took this path and still want to pretend you have a conscience? Failure, show what you learned with pride or die."
He cracked his own neck, looking down at him until he finally deigned to get up, emotion slowly leaving his expression, showing his boredom.
>"On top of me making you good food, you throw it away..."
"Yeah, that's exactly what I did --He replied with another sharp smile and narrowed eyes-- If you're going to do something about it, do it before I kill you out of boredom."
For a moment he thought he would get what he was looking for, until the delinquent pulled a knife from his pocket, eliciting another exasperated expression from him.
"Tch. You damn idiot, you really don't know how to have fun, do you?" --He leaned forward, lowering his center of gravity slightly-- "Hold still."
The floor beneath them cracked the moment he lunged in his direction, like a barely visible mirage, his blurry figure loomed over the old delinquent... Or so it seemed at the moment of attack, and instead of tearing flesh, the move damages Ryu's jacket, which he had taken off in an instant. The opponent's nose caved into his nape, Ryu's shoe sole leaving its mark deeply imprinted on Paolo's skull after pushing off the ground and releasing a kick with his right leg, lifting them both off the ground. He quickly used his jacket sleeves to hold him tight so he could shake his brains out with another kick in the air, and before falling, readjust the sleeves to throw him to the ground and sink his knees into his back.
"Alright, now." --He grabs him by the hair, forcing him to look at him-- "𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭."
The first blow lifts the rocks from the entire garden, the second shakes the neighbors' windows, the third lifts the parked cars off the ground for a second, the impact having more and more force with each one.
LOOK AT THAT NIGGA, HOW FUNNY, I'M DYING OF LAUGHTER, I'M CHOKING, HOW I LOVE DICE, I LOVE TO ROLL, I LOVE TO WRITE, I LOVE PEOPLE, I'M GOING OUT TO THE STREET RIGHT NOW TO HUG PEOPLE, I'M GOING OUT TO SHOW ALL THE LOVE I FEEL INSIDE FOR THE HUMAN RACE RIGHT NOW
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