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You -know- Yori? How is she so sure of it? -Do- you know who she is? While she’s genuinely not a very familiar face, it doesn’t feel like she’s lying to you. Now that she’s said that, her name -does- ring familiar in your mind… but for some reason it does not connect up with -anything- in your massive nickname database. If you’d met a supermodel esque, loose chick you’d be pretty hard pressed to forget her… Now it’s bugging you.

You glance over to the door as it slides open. Kamiko is still chatting away with Azami regarding your past exploits. While you mull over Yori’s suggestion, turning back to her she’s flashing you -even more- skin from under her skirt; pushing her panties to the side just a -little- bit with a pen. Her bedroom eyes are definitely begging you to stay… But should you?

“Oye, ya commin’ Chichi? It ain’t very manly of ya to make yer two cute, little lady-friends watin’ on ya.” Kamiko leans forward against the doorframe, causing her rump to protrude outwards towards you before swishing her hips side-to-side. “Hu-rry up~! Nyahahahaha!!”

“Pfft! Yeah, Boss. If’n yer feelin’ well, let’s blow this place. Class or whatever, you can pick.” Azami is noticeably amused by Kamiko’s teasing, and trying to stifle her laughter at the overly raunchy manner in which Kamiko had beckoned you.

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Looking back over at Yori, you can notice that she’s still holding the view for you, most likely due to your body being a visual blocker for the other two girls from seeing what she’s doing. She licks her cherry-red lips slowly, sensually…. Nope.

“Yeah, yeah. I’s comin’. Keep yer pa-… Eh, fuck it.” You turn around with a sharp sigh, and head for the door. There are times when you gotta pick your battles, and trying to go up against Yori right now seems more of a headache than it’s worth. While the prospect of knowing if she is or isn’t full of bullshit, batting a succubus away from your crotch ain’t the most favorable way to spend the remainder of today.

“Nyahahaha! Close call there Chichi, I’s though I’s gonna has’ta drop ‘em if’n ya finished that sentence!” She trots closely behind you after you pass through the doorway, and slaps you on the back; very hard.

“Kamiko-senpai, I’m not so sure if ya would -need- to go that far. Is just a common sayin’, ain’t it?” Azami catches up and walks at your left side. She folds her hands behind her head and walks lazily as she goes. “Yer kinda forward, aint’cha?”

“Well then, I’ll see you again soon, Chitose-kun.” Yori waves farewell as the door to the infirmary closes behind you three. That ordeal is now passed… hopefully. Social media is a thing… if you can’t remember who the fuck Yori is, and you don’t get a chance to hook up with her again with backup the least you could probably do is do a name search or some shit using one of Mimi’s computers when you get home. Perhaps checking in on her like that might jog your memory.

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“-Kinda- forward don’t cut it. She’s gotta go full-on, or not at all. She don’t half-ass shit, and -will- do the unthinkable…” Yeah. Kamiko tends to sit -only- on the extreme ends of any given spectrum. “Y’as better watch yer words ‘n phrasin’, lest ya want her wrasslin’ ya down in the middle of a crowd or some shit.”

“I-is that an exaggeration… Boss?” Azami looks to you with a furrowed brow expression some deep concern. You’re unable to refute your statement however, and this only serves to make your self-proclaimed underling a little wary.

“Nope! Chichi knows best! Nyahahaha!” Kamiko only serves to cement your point. “Anyways, I s’pose I’ll head on up t’my classes then. I’s see ya’s laters! Bye bye!”

“Yeah, later Bunhead.” You give Kamiko a wave as you guys reach the stairwell and she ascends at great speed. She skips every other step, and hops her way upstairs. “You too.”

“Ahhn! Okay, okay. I get it. I’ll meet up wit’cha later, Boss.” You give Azami a shove down the hallway as you too set your sights and direction on the stairwell. Your class is on the second story, while Azami being a first year puts her here on the first.

“I ain’t yer boss. Now git goin’.” You reach out and give her a quick, well-received headpat. “We’s talk again ‘bout that Boss bullshit later, aight?”

“O-okay Bos-” You give her a raise of your eyebrow and stop the headpat, causing her to stop mid-word. She looks up to you with confusion, and then seems to register the reason to why you had stopped. She fidgets for a moment trying to rectify the situation in order for you to resume, or at least that’s what you can grasp from how her eyes keep shifting from your stalled hand above her head. “Ch-Chitose-s-senpai…”

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“Alright then. The Warnin’ bell should be goin’ off here soon.” You give her one last pat as a reward for correcting herself before she begins heading down the hallway… While you don’t want to be trapped with Yori for the last class… do you really -want- to head up to your actual class? You -could- always turn back... Shit. There's just -too- much you -could- do.

>Go to class! Be the studiest ya can be!
>Rest somewhere Outside; better than the infirmary
>Get smoke on rooftop; air is nice
>Change mind; go back to Yori...
>Other [Suggestion]?

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>>43235137
>Go to class! Be the studiest ya can be!

We ARE trying to better ourselves, after all.

No captcha, that is NOT a street sign

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**
Also, here are some of the questions I wasn't able to answer in last thread. Thought it better to answer here and now, considerin I ain't actually answered SHIT last time.
**

>So how horny is easy lay right now?
Quite; which is usual for her.

>What got bunhead into a tizzy so much she went turbo lewd?
Interestingly enough, -that- wasn’t turbo lewd. Kamiko is even teasier than Chitose is. She just -also- seems to have a thing for Chitose, which increases such teasiness sometimes. This wasn't one of them.

>Azzy still flustered, despite us not doing nothing?
She started to calm down with Kamiko’s Story Time.

>Was pink ranger his first kiss?
Yes.

>He still a virgin?
No.

>Who else stopped by?
Everybody. The only reason Kamiko and Azami were left is because Taro went full Student Morals Committee on those who cared for such authority; Kamiko doesn’t care, nor does Azami… Souichi left for reasons.

>What's word in the school about the fight?
Taro tackled Chitose out a window; Chitose escaped with no broken bones or sprains. He is a still -very- scary… but is potentially an “okay” guy since he saved Taro, who -started- the fight…

There’s a lot of debate on who actually won, but most agree that you're a monster-of-a-man for taking such a spill without apparent major injury (also that you're still scary, but possibly, slightly approachable now that you're in Monster Status rather than Demon).

>Is our sister still the brightest light of this world?
You’ll just have to find out, but I assure you that her light is still very bright, indeed.

>I'm going to go with no. I seriously doubt she go from "beautiful and charismatic warrior of justice" to slut.
Indeed it would be -quite- the hurdle to jump.
However, how Yori came to be how she is is also quite the leap.

>>43235137
>Go to class! Be the studiest ya can be!

However much i feel like we deserve an actual break, we already skipped a good deal of class earlier today.
Can't keep on making excuses.

>>43235137
>>Go to class! Be the studiest ya can be!
This day has been very long already

>>43235137
>Go to class! Be the studiest ya can be!

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Eh, fuck it. While any number of ideas -sound- nice and fun, it feels like all of them would go directly against what you had vowed last night. If you’re going to get -any- better at anything, it all has to start with practice and experience; a universal truth that doesn’t -only- work for fighting. You stand in the hallway for a moment longer as you watch Azami turn into one of the classrooms and disappear. It’s about high time that -you- do the same.

With a begrudging sigh you turn up the stairwell and begin the short trek to your classroom. Your legs feel quite sore with each step; the fight and fall… as well as your earlier fight today seemed to have taken their toll on your body. Hell, this was all done in the span of a single day, and it isn’t even over yet. Just an ordinary (or at least as close to ordinary for you as possible) day in the shoes of Chitose Sonohara.

“Ya were just thinkin’ ‘Jus an ordinary, or at least close as ya can get, day in the shoes of the <Golden Lion> of Onimaru’ or some shit, weren’cha?” You hear a voice calling down from above, from the third story, as you reach your desired floor. Looking upwards you see a familiar face of an upperclassman leaning over the guard-railing and peering down at you with a lazy expression. He smiles sluggishly and tilts his head to the side, causing his wavy, light-brown hair to shift out of the way of his amber eyes. “Heya, Lion-guy. Word is ya took a spill outta that window over yonder.”

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“Yeah, what of it Leech?” You follow the pointing gesture of his tanned arm towards the window you had gone through not too long ago. It looks like the glass has already been picked up, as well as the window temporarily patched up with some paper and tape. “Were ya watchin’ or somethin’?”

“Nah, man. I was sleepin’~.” He chuckles and droops both his arms over the railing, and he slumps down. The only thing keeping him upright enough to peer over the top of it is his arms wedge over the top of it. Lazy as per usual. “But the word is ya done crashed through that window, and jacked, wha’cha call him? Pompy? Pompy’s smokes.”

“Yeah. Not in dat order, though. I cracked Pompadour’s face first, -then- got into a tussle wit Rep.” You shrug and shift your gaze back up at him. He smiles at your correction, and chuckles once more. He’s a third year, and his name is Hiru Sukimaru. He’s somewhat a delinquent like yourself, but he’s of the less destructive variety. “Seriouly though, I gotta get to class Leech. I can’t be lazin’ about all day and fuckin’ round like you’se. Get to tha point, else we can talk shit after the final bell.”

“Oooh! Ain’cha getting all <serious business> on me? When’d -you- trade in your yankii card fer an honor student one?” Now he’s laughing fully at you. You can even see tears forming in his eyes. You can only sigh at his amusement as you turn around to head to class. “Oye~! <Catch!>”

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“Huh?” You turn just in time to catch a light, rectangular box midair. A package of your prefered [Premium] Cigarettes. Hiru is a smoker as well, and is one of the people who supplies you with your preferred brand as it isn’t sold in vending machines, and most tellers try to card you due to your obvious delinquent appearance. “Hey, thanks. I needed some of these.”

“I knows it, <I knows it~!> Pomp-guy said ya done jacked his smokes. Logic lends itself to say that yours got <fucked the hell up> in yer fight with him, thus meaning you were in need of another.> He lifts up a finger like some sort of detective, and puts on one of the most cheezy serious faces possible. “Upon further investigation of the rooftop, I found this deduction to be likely as there were trace amounts of tobacco found on the ground about two meters away from the door. It was the -same- kind found in the type of cigarettes we smoke! If it weren’t mine, it had’ta be yours.”

“<No shit Sherlock.> Ya din’t need to fill me in on your detective adventures, but thanks anyways.” You attempt to tuck the smokes away in the breast pocket of your school jacket, but you find that you’re not wearing it anymore. Shit. You took it off when you were fighting Taro. Instead you settle with putting them in your pants pocket. “Talk to ya later, Leech. Get to class.”

“Yeah, yeah Mr. Harem-Hoarding-Honor-Student Sonohara-guy.” He waves you away and slides down the railing until you cannot see him anymore.

It doesn’t take you long to get back to your classroom. Now then… This class should be Social Studies. You breathe deeply as you prepare to slide the door open, and walk in!

>Roll 1d20
>Best of 3!

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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>43236086

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>43236086
Social studies time

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>43236086

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>43236086
Bad class roll, go!

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>>43236167
>>43236213
>Those rolls

Goddammit, is the Curse of Mithra carrying over to other quests, too?

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>Writing

>>43236252
I think we have to have our adrenaline running to get our mind right for studying. Going in cold like this doesn't work for us.

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>>43236459
The solution is obvious. Throw out a manly roar to get our blood pumping! Student-ing is serious business!

>>43236655
We should visulize them as actual people to overcome.
>"Chitose-san! Who would you say is your toughest opponents?"
>"Fu'kin History is one tuff matha fuka. His buddies Social Studies and English ar's right bastards too, they is."

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>>43236840
Well... Countries and Boats have been personified, who says we can't personify Classes!

Brilliant!

>Still writing

>>43236940
>End of the quest
>Last boss fight
>The opponent: Final Exams
In this fight, instead of the usual choices (Hotblooded, Spirit and Justice), it changes to Recollection, Logic, and Perseverance/Willpower
>The whole time, the test looks like a fight against the personifications of the exam subjects.
>The final grade is determined by how well he got successfuls over failures

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>>43236940
Behold! The History Course!

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>>43237721
The English Course!

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>>43237721
>>43237861
The Math Course!

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Stepping foot into class causes a lot of your fellow classmate’s heads to turn your way. Many of them seem quite shocked at your arrival, and causes a murmur to start up. Well, you -did- get tackled out a window. Most people would probably think that you were out of commission for the day.

“Chitose-kun! You’re awake!” Your body is suddenly consumed by the fluffy sensation of sweater, and warmed by the sudden feeling of girl. Tina must’ve sprinted forth from her desk to greet you as you came in. “I went down to see you, but you were still -pretty- out cold! Are you sure you’re okay to be up like this, though?”

“Yeah, no prob. Ain’t nobody say I -couldn’t- walk the fuck outta there.” You pat her head and she releases you. “Anyways, we’s gotta hit up this last class. Shit, I ain’t gonna let this school shit beat me just yet.”

“Commendable, Sonohara.” Taro steps up and walks across the classroom towards you. The room falls silent as he nears you. It gets dead silent, and it seems like the only people not affected by his approach are Tina and yourself. He simply nears you and stops. “Here. I thought you might need this.”

“Th’fuck are you on about?” He hands to you a folder with a few sheets of paper inside before walking back to the front of the class. Tina leans into you as you flip it open to see what was inside it, and are both fairly surprised when you find a nice sheet of comprehensive notes. “This’s fer last class?”

“Yeah. Them are Maths notes. Such neat handwriting, too.” Tina nods to herself as she skims over the notes alongside you. Flipping through the papers, you find that it even includes the class’ homework and a list of references available to get through the subject matter… “Can I get a copy of those when you’re done?”

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“Uhh… yeah. Sure thing Sweater-Chick.” The final bell rings as you flips through the papers on your way back to your desk. The teacher enters into the classroom, almost immediately after the bell.

Time for learnings!

Or so you thought. Whilst you’re able to pay attention a fair amount this time, what Yori had said to you is almost maddening. You comb through that rough memory of yours to try and recal the name ‘Yori Wakahisa’ but come up with no results… sadly enough, she doesn’t trigger any particular flags regarding her body-type, sluttery, or even appearance. Nothing seems to add up when thinking about her.

Every now and again you’re able to glean a bit more information regarding the class, but for the most part you learn the abridge version from peering over Delila’s shoulder onto her comprehensive notes… other than the parts written in English. Damn the language and it’s excessive complicated nature! How does -EVERYBODY- around you seem to grasp it, when you can only string together a few words here and there?!

Oh shit!

Social Studies! Highlighting Civics in particular… Fuckin’ Civics…

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It’s another long class, but you take in the information as is. Perhaps this information -can- come in handy… but you should probably study it more in detail later… who the fuck looks like they know a bit ‘bout Civics… other than Delilah. You should probably spread out any tutoring/study sessions between your friends. You don’t need to bog down a single person with -all- of your bullshit inability to grasp such -seemingly- simple concepts… They shouldn’t have to give up their free time and suffer just because you’ve been lax on your schooling…

You sigh as the final bell rings. Your head immediately droops down onto your folded arms upon your desk. The end of the day hath come, and not a moment too soon.

Tina begins to chat it up with Delilah in front of you; it seems like Tina’s really taken a liking to the wee lass, and the American seems to find Tina’s overly energetic personality endearing if she’s still stickin’ round to shoot the breeze with her like this.

Fuck.

After school, huh? Tonight you have work downtown. It doesn’t start for another few hours, and the train ride there doesn’t take too long. Where’s a ‘reforming’ delinquent supposed to go? What’s he ‘sposed to do?

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Just looking around class you meet gazes with Tina and Delilah, whom the former waves and smiles at you mid conversation with the latter. It sounds like Tina’s chatting about the two of them going on tour around the school as Tina checks in with various clubs.

You see Taro talking with Boris Pisuov-sensei and handing some paperwork to him, the both of which occasionally turn their gaze on you. It looks like Boris-sensei is occasionally shaking his head, while Taro waves his arms in front of him to deny stuff. Interesting… hopefully not -too- interesting. Though not as interesting as whatever kinda fuckin’ electric gloves he’s packing… that dream… it looked -kinda- like that, but it wasn’t -quite- the same. His was more subtle...

You see Masumi slowly packing her things away, and meet eyes with her as she stands up. She smiles gently at you, and gives you a nod of her head. Her gaze lingers for a few seconds afterwards, almost as though waiting before heading out herself.

Hiru -did- seem like he wanted to chat you up some more, and he -did- give you replacement smokes… He’s technically a part of your little delinquent crew alongside Souichi and the occasional Kamiko, and he’d probably like to know a bit more about what happened.

Souichi’s usually free after school, and is always up for whatever. That’s why he’s almost always at your side.

Junko… You’ll see her later, but there would be no harm in checking in on her. Azami has probably told her what’s up with you, and even possibly opened that mouth of hers and said something pervy… That girl.

Noriko is -almost always- working the student council angle. It’s the most likely thing. You -did- take her copy of your photo, but hey. It’s not like you could just give it back now…

Kamiko is Kamiko. She’ll probably wanna run right off into adventure somewhere. Don’t know where though.

Then there’s Yori, but you’re not quite sure how to approach it.

>What do?

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>>43236940
>>43237721
>>43237861
>>43237898
The Science Course!

>>43238004
See if we can catch Yori somewhere mildly public, see what her deal is.

>>43238004
Give Delilah a tour and use the chance to discuss the possibility of a study group.

>>43238004
I say we check on Junko first. She did have to watch her brother and us fight and go out a window. I want to make sure she hadn't been shaken up to badly.

After that, maybe hang with Souichi before work.

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>>43236940
>>43237721
>>43237861
>>43237898
>>43238026
The Japanese Course!

>>43238004
>>43238124
I'm for checking on Junko as well. Make sure she hasn't sworn eternal vendetta against her brother or something silly like that.

>>43238124
>>43238186
Might as well

>>43238124
Like the sound of this.
Should prob not hang with her all day though, we WILL see her later after all.

>>43238004
Since Junko works the same job we do, catch up with leech and fangy.

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Okay then, it looks like:
Junko: IIII
Delilah & Tina: I
Yori: I
Hiru & Fangy: I

So, I'll work up a Junko post, and we'll go from there.
It'll be you'se guys' choice in the end if'n yall gonna hang wit her 'till yas need'n to head on in'ta work.

Onto the Silver Train with the lot of you.

>Writing
>Powered by Coffee now

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Despite all the social connections left undone for the day, you’re aware that you couldn’t possibly chat -everybody- up this afternoon… not -yet- anyways. This has been one of the single most eventful days that have happened for a few years now. At least, the most eventful in terms of socialization. You’re not Hiru, nor are you Bart. You are not the ‘face’. You’re ‘sposed to be the ‘fist’... or the ‘foot’. Or a combination of the two.

Anyways, of the people you could go out and kill some time you consider cornering Yori in a more public setting, perhaps see if you couldn’t get her talking without worrying about her trying to get you to join in some bed top activities. Then again, you could also hang with Tina and Delilah, perhaps set up a study group. Do some learning and also learn from the studiest person you currently know how to be more studiful; you could also stand to learn how to be more friendiful from Tina.

If anything else you could also stand to catch up with your squad. Chat it up with Hiru and Souichi. Shit, you got into -two- fights today solo. While they’ve seen you clean house before, today was actually quite the bitching day for fights… AND SCHOOL ONLY NOW ENDED! Perhaps later though. You can regale them with your stories of Justice and Spirit later… right now there’s an even more pressing thought that pushes its way to the surface.

Junko.

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Yeah. You -did- sort of get into a fight with her big brother. Those two have always been very close with one another, but Junko’s been rather prone to begrudge her brother at times and caused undue stress… Junko is just too emotional sometimes. She’s nice and spirited, but she don’t quite know when, where, and how to apply it or how to limit it. There’s no telling either if she’s too shaken up by what happened.

Shit….

Has she -ever- seen you unconscious in all the years you’ve known her?.... Has -anybody?- Sleeping and passing out aside, that is.

This is a troubling thought. You easily pack up your bag with all of today’s learning material, and stand from you seat. Yeah. This last class did wonders to help rest up those muscles, but now their all stiff again. After a good stretch, you give Tina and Delilah a wave of farewell and head for the door.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Taro turn as though he’s going to come to the back of the class for you as you open the door, but Boris stops him with a hand on his shoulder… you’ll probably hear and see more of this in the near future… But you’ll gladly put that off for as long as possible.

It’s a quick trip downstairs to the first-year classrooms. Knowing where Junko’s classroom is makes it easier and you go straight for it. Once there you can see that Junko is still sitting at her desk in the back row, closest to the window; she’s leaning back against the window and she’s talking with Azami. Oh yeah. They -did- say they were classmates.

Since there’s no real politeness protocol in place at the end of the day, like the -usually- is in the middle of it, you just walk right in. It doesn’t take long for Junko and Azami to notice your tall, blonde ass.

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“S-Senpai!” Junko leaps forth from her chair and rushes all the way across the room to tacklehug you. S-shit! It actually almost knocks you down as she applies direct bodily pressure against the majority of your frontal wounds. The bruises and scrapes are hurting like a bitch. You can also see that she’s wearing your uniform jacket over her shoulders, making use of the chain and clasp you had modified onto it for use as a cape/cloak. It’s pretty freaking big on her. “You’re okay!”

“See? I told ya the Bos-Err, Chitose-senpai was doin’ just fine! You worry too much Junko.” Azami trots right on over to pat her comrade’s back, as you feel the warm wetness emanating from Junko’s face. Tears… yup. This is your overly emotionally distraught kohai, alright. First you were drenched with blood, and now tears. You loath to think about what other bodily fluids you would have to be hit with to complete the full gamut of the human body. “Shit. He was good enough to fend off Kamiko-senpai and the slutty-broad in the infirmary. He’s FINE.”

“B-but I was so worried! Nii-san tackled you out the window Senpai! You stopped moving! Eve-even Taro was worried!” She’s sqeezing you tight… right around where the shinai was slammed into your back…. it hurts.

>Return hug; It’s okay. I’m fine. Sorry t’make ya worry like dis.
>Headpat; Yeah, yeah. It’ll take more’n that to do me in.
>Convince her to let you go; Shit girl, thanks fer yer concern, but that shit hurts...
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[3/3]

>>43240431
>>Headpat; Yeah, yeah. It’ll take more’n that to do me in.

>>43240431
>>Headpat; Yeah, yeah. It’ll take more’n that to do me in.

>>43240431
>Return hug; It’s okay. I’m fine. Sorry t’make ya worry like dis.

>>43240431
>Return hug; It’s okay. I’m fine. Sorry t’make ya worry like dis.
>Headpat; Yeah, yeah. It’ll take more’n that to do me in.
One handed comfort hug plus headpat, maybe?

>>43240431
> Headpat
Nothing too forward.

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>That Caster
Damn

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You can feel her squeezing you tightly in her arms as she continues to sob into your chest. It’s been a -long- time since you’ve seen her -this- freaked out before. A -really- long time. It’s understandable, but at the same time it shouldn’t be -that- bad. People fall off of their home’s rooftops and many of -them- are never in -too- much mortal risk, and to compare yourself to some middle aged do-it-yourself-er is almost insulting. Still, you can feel how this girl is just emptying herself emotionally into yourself, and is in need of some form of comfort.

“Yeah, yeah. It’ll take more’n dat to off me.” You sigh and reach your hand up to begin patting her head. Immediately she tenses for a brief moment before all of that tenseness fades away. She loosens her death-like grip around you and her sobbing slowly dies down. It feels good to know that somebody will worry about you, but at the same time there’s a lot of resentment in that. You’re just some no-good yankii punk, afterall. Junko needs to get her head on straight and find a better role model than yourself. You can count at least four better than yourself at the top of your head, her brother being one of them. “I’s ‘fraid yer still stuck wit me.”

“Don’t laugh! I was really scared, Senpai! Jerk!” She hits you with mild effort with the bottom of her wrist as she lets go of you. Her other hand moves up to wipe away the tears. While it’s true that you probably shouldn’t have laughed, but it certainly helped to lighten the mood a bit. It was just somewhat absurd to think about how much this girl worried about a degenerate like you. “But… thank goodness you’re okay.”

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“Yeah! Chitose-senpai is -very- okay! He was pretty much up and ready’ta go soon as he woke up.” Azami assures her comrade. With Junko parting from her desperation hug, Azami stops patting and rubbing her back. Interesting to see such a friendship bloom so quickly, though. “It’s amazing to see and hear how tough he is!”

“Y-yeah. It is. He’s been just as tough for as long as I’ve known him.” Junko lowers her arm, her tears pretty much all wiped away with the sleeve of her uniform jacket. “Senpai is the toughest there is, uNLiKe Nii-SaN.”

“Oyeoyeoye, you cut that shit right out.” You interrupt your headpat to gently flick Junko in the forehead. This is the type of thing you were hoping to avoid. Her tone got -really- angry there for a moment. “Rep is tough too, responsible ta boot. Don’t be hatin’ on him irrationally like dat.”

“Irrationally?! That Taro Bastard tackled you… THROUGH. A. WINDOW.” Azami reaches up and pokes your chest with an expression that can only be described as disgust. Of course this expression is also worthy of another forehead flick. Damn, like, this is the most time you’ve had to use that technique today. “Ouch! But, Chitose-Senpai! It’s -TRUE!-”

“Nii-SaN -can’t- be -that- tough. He had to resort to using those damn prototype ‘thunder gloves’, -and- pushing you out a window! He’s a dirty cheater!” Junko has left the sad, and now is en route to angry… Wait… Prototype? ‘Black Cloud’? Where’d you hear ‘Black Cloud’ from before… He -was- using tazer gloves from what it sounds like, just like that Pink Ranger chick.

>Woah, slow yer roll. Th’fuck did’ja just say?
>How’dya know that he cheated? Ya sure?
>I’s sure he had a valid reason for dat bullshit… if’n it’s true, dat is.
>Other [Suggestion]?

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>>43241732
>Woah, slow yer roll. Th’fuck did’ja just say?

>>43241732
>Woah, slow yer roll. Th’fuck did’ja just say?
Honestly, in Taro's mind, he felt he had to do what he had to do to protect his little sis. Not saying it's alright what he did. I think it's just what he thought he needed to do.

In a sense, I think we can respect a brother looking out for his little sister. He just needs to not be so overprotective of her that he suffocates her.

>>43241732
>>Woah, slow yer roll. Th’fuck did’ja just say?

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>Writing

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“Woah there, Silver. Slow dat roll down a sec.” You place a hand to your forehead and rub your temples; your other hand goes to press up against her soft lips. It stops her from contiuing on, and allows you to collect yourself. “Prototype? Thunder Gloves? Dose things wit the lil’ Black Clouds on the back of the palm? Th’fuck did’ja just say?”

“Y-yeah… The Black Cloud Corporation. Nii-san has been offered an apprenticeship for them. They’re some elite sect of the police or something.” Junko pulls back from your extended finger with a slight pinkening of her cheeks, but she keeps herself together. Her brow furrows a little bit and she places a hand to her chin as he relays the information to you. “Yeah. They gave Nii-san a pair of those gloves as a test-run for their effectiveness or something. Probably about subduing targets without bloodshed or something… they’re supposed to be painless.”

“Painless? Ehhh~?! That sounds like a load of bullshit. Ya gotta -PUNCH- somebody in order’ta deliver the jolt, doncha? And hell! Being shocked hurts if’n its a tazer! Tazers are horrible!” Azami shivers at the mere mention of such a thing.

“Then again… maybe they broke. Senpai was hit -a lot- by those things, and he didn’t go down.” Junko muses as she looks up at you with relieved eyes

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“Nah, if’n dats what dey do, they work. I might not has gone -down,- I’s lost a few seconds here’n there. Shit. I ain’t even feel -most- of the punches till afterwards. Was like I blacked out or some shit.” Recalling it causes the places where you were hit to flare up in soreness for a moment. They throb for a few seconds before you overcome thinking about it too much. “Shit’s kinda weird though. ...Tha only place I’s heard ‘bout any sort of ‘Black Cloud’ bullshit is the fuckin’ book we’re readin’ fer Japanese lit and... “

Yeah… there’s somewhere else you’ve heard of it, now that you think about it. Black Cloud Corporation. You’ve definitely heard that name before, but it’s source and what you’ve heard about it are kinda fuzzy.

“-And, well, I’s a fuckin’ rowdy bastard. You’d think I’d know of some elite cops with some fantasy bullshit name.”

“Well, I know what you’re saying, but I’ve seen them. They have an open office in the business disctrict, and they’ve been teaching Nii-san take-down martial arts.” Junko pulls out her cellphone and shows you a picture she’d saved. She find the desired image and hands you the phone. “Here. Take a look at this, Senpai.”

“Let me see too! I Don’t believe this ‘elite police’ bs either!” Azami nudges herself closer to you in order to see what you’re looking at.

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What you see is a large office building, rather similar to how the police buildings are in fact, and in large, silver letters above the entryway is written <BLACK CLOUD CORPORATION>. The building itself is set in the background with Taro standing in the foreground wearing a suit. No doubt about it. However you’ve never seen this building before… at least not as it is. It’s new in a city you’ve pretty much fully explored.

“Huh… in da business district, eh?” You tilt the screen a bit for Azami to see more clearly.

“I know this place! This used to be a police precinct! It’s located only a few blocks away from where I live.” Azami’s face brightens up with recognizing the locale. “But… I don’t recall actually seeing this place like -this- before. They painted it and everything… I -walk- by that place to get to the train station…”

“Strange. I took this with Nii-san almost a month ago.”

“A-a month?! That can’t be right! The building in this picture is grey, while it was painted a sand-color just last week!” Azami’s eyes widen and she takes a step backwards. “B-but… that’s so freaky! How could they just -change- the place without me noticing?”

Hmmm… indeed.

>You guys wanna go check it out? (All three of you)
>I’ll check it out. (Walk Azami home, since she lives nearby)
>Leave it be. It doesn’t sound right to go messin’ round with cops.
>Leave it be, for now. Let’s look further into this before we go too far.
>Other [Suggestion]?

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>>43243116
>You guys wanna go check it out? (All three of you)

>>43243116
>>Leave it be. It doesn’t sound right to go messin’ round with cops.
Trying to go straight

>>43243212
I'm really not feeling this plot hook, sorry Grim

>>43243116
>>Leave it be, for now. Let’s look further into this before we go too far.
Ey Silver you know who backs Dese guys?

>>43243116
Check it out! Come on guys this might be a lead-in towards magic

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Aight squad! We's done 'ere, prep up then ROLL OUT!

It's really interesting every time I write to see what direction you guys are gonna push our little yankii in. I would like to take this time to thank the Yankii Reform Questers for reading and pushing this little story forward. -You- guys steer this tale, I just step on the gas!

Anyways, this is now the time for the Questions and Answers to be asked!

Again, I hope I can get to some tonight, but my time in the ending hours of these quests is fickle at best! I've provided the three thinggers at the end of this post in case I cannot get back to you.

If I suddenly disappear or yall just wanna bail, the next thread will be on Monday! This week has been severely lacking in coffee, but hopefully I can amend this problem over the weekend.

Oh!

One last thing! Congratulations for making it through your first day of school!

I'm also finding it interesting how yalls is somewhat focusing on Junko (Azami as well, since they seem to be bonding quite well) in the early game.

>My question to you'se guys is:
Moar fightan?
Less fightan?

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>>43243116
>Leave it be. It doesn’t sound right to go messin’ round with cops.

Let's get the intro out of the way first, there's still more characters to meet

>>43243336
More fighting also I don't get the Junko focus either since we will see her at work soon anyways.


>>43243368
Not many

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>>43243245
>I'm really not feeling this plot hook, sorry Grim
No worries Anon. Feel as you will, I mind not.

Every path is progression, even the ones not taken.

Feel not sorrow; rejoice for each path taken leads unto a brighter tomorrow!

>>43243368
>Let's get the intro out of the way first, there's still more characters to meet
A few. Not too many left. Most of the plot-relevant characters have made their appearance, and some other will make themselves known as you go.

>>43243410
Apparently they want senpai to notice her.

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>>43243116
>Leave it be. It doesn’t sound right to go messin’ round with cops.
It's the Illuminuty! Don't go Chitose! They'll get ahold a ya an' suck out yer thoughts an' replace 'em with brahmin thoughts!

>>43243336
More fights damnit!

Too bad that american girl is a lesbian.

>>43243854
Was kinda wondering when I'd see more No-Bark.

>>43243410
>>43244180
Moar fightan. Got it!