>Groggily get up and answer the door – who could it be?
>but at least look through the peek hole, just in case

>>3541607
Morning Cir!
>Recall the gun you got from Fletcher, because you’re a Warscape gun enthusiast apparently.

>>3541613
oh and then do >>3541610
I like the new logo!

>>3541610
>>3541613
Hell, we can combine both of these! Writing now.

Your mind wanders towards the gun Fletcher had given you on your way out of the game – a long silver thing that, as previously stated, looked more like an old pirate’s blunderbuss rather than a traditional shotgun. He assured you that it would work in competitive play, stating that it had good damage output as well as a quick reloading mechanism that gives it that extra edge. You’d like to say that you insisted that he shouldn’t give it to you, but you know Fletcher has never been big on shotguns – either you get some use out of it, or he sells it later for money he most likely doesn’t need.

Score for you, getting a good gun for FREE.

>BPQ-19 - Silverdollar shotgun
>DMG to limbs: 30 HP, DMG to body: 55 HP, DMG to head: 75 HP
>Ammunition: 2/12
>Features: quick-load mechanism

Regardless of your fictional armament choice, you let out a small groan as the knocking continues, throwing your legs over the side of your bed and rising up with no small difficulty. Your body is still sore from Rock’s assault on your arcade, and you’re physically still not 100% - getting spiked into an arcade machine isn’t the greatest! You throw on a shirt and move into the living room while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, whoever’s knocking at the door this early can deal with you being in your underwear while you talk to them.

Moving over to the door, you go to open it but pause, suddenly remembering all of the shit that’s happened to you over the last few days. Instead, you are wise and lean forwards to make use of the peephole.

Funnily enough, you can’t see jack shit because it’s pitch black outside. The knocking continues.

>Sigh and open the door – might as well get this over with.
>Crack open the door and ask who it is – you’re paranoid after the last few days’ events.
>Turn around and walk your ass back to bed.
>Other.

>>3541627
>You call out, "I'm not accepting any pamphlets, priests or alternative medicine."
If it's someone friendly they'll speak up. Else something might be up.

>>3541627
>Other
Tell whoever's at the door that you're still asleep.

Figured I'd get this started, I'm gonna go make myself some breakfast now. Vote's open until I get back, and good morning to everyone!

>>3541627
>Crack open the door and ask who it is – you’re paranoid after the last few days’ events.

>>3541628
this

>>3541627
>ask who it is – you’re paranoid after the last few days’ events

Do Not Open. It's rookie mistake that both door to door salesmen, and home invaders capitalize on.

>>3541627
>Crack open the door and ask who it is – you’re paranoid after the last few days’ events.

>>3541628
Seconding, let's find out who it is, first.

Also FUCK 0PHELIA

>>3541628
>>You call out, "I'm not accepting any pamphlets, priests or alternative medicine."
Already off to a good, paranoid start.

>>3541607
>ask who it is – you’re paranoid after the last few days’ events

>>3541627
>>Turn around and walk your ass back to bed.
It's 0phelia, I fucking know it.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3541628
>>3541659
Apologies for the wait, had a few things I needed to take care of around the house! It seems to be a tie between these two, so I'm gonna flip for it! Writing now.

>>3541878
No worries Cir, we all have lives of our own!

You squint as you look at the door through your tired state, mind struggling to get caught up with the waking world. The rhythmic knocking does not stop for even a moment – surely whoever’s out there must be just as tired as you? For all you know it could be someone wishing you ill will, or it could be 0phelia, or it could even be a particularly go-getting salesman! Either way, you aren’t opening this door until you know whom the fuck be steppin’ on your doorstep.

"I'm not accepting any pamphlets, priests or alternative medicine." You call out, voice still heavily groggy as you continue to rub at your eyes. Why did people need to come around this late? First you had your life invaded upon, then your place of work invaded upon, why did your home need to come into it now? You need at least one place as a sanctuary, goddamnit!

The knocking stops as whoever is on the other side considers their words – you’re almost tempted to grab a chair just so you don’t need to stand up anymore, you’re slouching and your body feels heavy. You’ve never been a morning person, especially so when you’re being disturbed at THREE IN THE MORNING.

You aren’t upset, not at all.

“I am not…offering any of those things.” You hear a very familiar voice from the other side of your door, and you almost consider banging your head against the corner of a table until she goes away – is this a dream? Are you really being dealt such a shitty hand that she’s at your fucking house now? What is your LIFE?

You want to get off of 0phelia’s wild ride, but apparently that ride just doesn’t fucking stop.

>Invite her in – you’ll have a verbal battle of wits at three in the morning!
>Tell her that you’re going to call the police if she doesn’t stop knocking at your door.
>Stand up and walk back to your room – you refuse to deal with this on the day of your match.
>Other.

>>3541911
>>Other.
Go back to your room and call the police quietly

>>3541911
Ask her what's important enough for her to wake us at 3am

>>3541904
Speak for yourself.

>Tell her that you’re going to call the police if she doesn’t stop knocking at your door.
>But first, turn your phone's recording on to tape whatever she says
Restraining order when?

>>3541923
Supporting.
Fuck 0phelia.

>>3541911
Stand up and walk back to your room – you refuse to deal with this on the day of your match.

>>3541911
>Tell her that you’re going to call the police if she doesn’t stop knocking at your door.

>Battle of wits. Through the door. Cause I’m not inviting her inside at 3 A.M

>>3541923
>>3541926
The fuck 0phelia train never ends. Writing now!

No. Fuck this, you aren’t dealing with this – in fact, fuck her for coming all this way to your home at three in the morning! Fuck 0phelia! You turn on your heel and go to fetch your cellphone, not even bothering to respond to her words. Just because she’s assailed your life doesn’t mean you need to march to the beat of her drum, especially when at this point she’s really done everything she can against you? She dug up your past, leaked your address…what else does she have left, other than being a nuisance like this? You genuinely can’t think of anything.

As you almost make it to your room, you can hear her begin speaking once more.

“I have not come…to cause strife. I simply…have something…to give you. Please…consider it.” You hear a strange sound coming from the door, and you turn just in time to see a sealed envelope get pushed through your mail slot. A few moments later, you hear footsteps as she makes her way down the stairs leading to your door, and then utter silence.

You gaze at the white envelope warily, briefly considering the fact that she could have stuffed some form of poison inside of it, despite how outlandish the thought is. You let out a disgruntled sigh, moving back into your room and flopping onto your bed. No use in calling the police now when she’s already gone! As soon as your head hits the mattress, you pass out once again with one last thought.

Fuck 0phelia.

Several hours later, you’re awoken once more by the sound of LOUD KNOCKING. It sounds like the police are hammering your door with a battering ram, that’s how loud it is! It scares you off of the side of the bed, your frame hitting the floor with a record pace. To add insult to injury, the sun’s rays peek through your blinds and go directly into your eyes.

WHY ARE PEOPLE KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR SO MUCH!?

>”I’M COMING, HOLD YOUR HORSES.”
>”FUCK OFF.”
>Drag yourself off of the ground and go look in the peephole.
>Other.

>>3541965
It's Rock.

>Peephole check.

>>3541965
>Drag yourself off of the ground and go look in the peephole

>>3541965
>>Other.
Get your morning brood on.
>>Drag yourself off of the ground and go look in the peephole.

>>3541965
>”I’M COMING, HOLD YOUR HORSES.”

>Peephole check 2: electric boogaloo

>>3541968
>>3541970
>>3541974
>>3541975
>>3541983
Gaze through the door, and see what gazes back. Writing now!

You pull yourself off of the ground using your bed, scrambling to your feet as the pounding on your door continues. This time, you pull on a pair of wrinkled jeans that you see on the floor, moving towards the door and looking through the peephole.

Well, judging by the fact that you can only see a deeply bronzed chest and a muscle shirt, you can guess that it’s Rock. Normally you’d have just pretended not to be home but considering the fact that you have a match with him today and he’d just come in anyways if he were so inclined, you try to mat down your bedhead and open the door.

He looks down at you, eyebrow raising at your crumpled attire.

“…good morning.” He says simply. It’s very odd hearing Rock attempt to make pleasantries after everything he’s done to you, but you try to put it in the back of your mind – you know for a fact that he’s going to be put in jail for a few months after your match, so you can’t bring yourself to worry too much about it. You doubt he’d try to beat you up again right now anyways – that’d interfere with his oh so glorious quest to triumph over you.

>Ask why he’s here.
>Invite him in, might as well be polite.
>Other.

>>3542025
>Invite him in, might as well be polite

>>3542025
>Invite him in, might as well be polite.
>"Coffee?"

>>3542030
+1
Pick that thing 0phelia left

>>3542030
Damn righty. Bros before hoes. Rocks before Thots

>>3542025
Suppose >>3542030

>>3542030
>>3542039
>>3542044
>>3542048
This wins! Gotta head to town for a bit, so I'll write it when I get back. Sorry for being sporadic today!

>>3542059
No worries, see when you get back!

[Looks like today’s been a waaaaay busier day than I thought! Very sorry about the wait, but I’m back to get down to business.]

You bite your lip as you assess the situation in front of you – even despite logically thinking nothing will happen at this point in time, the part of you that very much remembers getting the shit beaten out of him is objecting to this very intensely. However, you let out a sigh as you decide on stepping aside, raising an arm to vaguely gesture for him to come inside. There’s no point in not being polite unfortunately, you’ll just need to take out all of your anger towards him in the game.

Rock seems surprised that you’re offering him this, but nonetheless he ducks into your door frame (seriously why the hell is he so tall) and makes his way over to your table. He sits down and looks over at you.

“We are supposed to be at the arena in an hour. They wish to take pictures.” He says simply, not bothering with any small talk. You’re starting to realize Rock is a very simple guy with simple emotions, but you file this away in the back of your mind. Not like you’ll be seeing him for very long after the match, although once you win you’ll still have him under your beck and call due to the terms you mutually agreed on.

“They’re advertising it?” You close the door and walk over to the table, being sure to pick up 0phelia’s letter on the way there.

“They already have been. I believe they are using it as a last-minute attraction to get more people to come to the event.”

A part of you doesn’t like that very much, but you can understand it from a business standpoint. Two formerly famous players clashing, and especially two with a reputation on both ends. Rock for his vandalism and assault, and you as a disgraced prodigy. You have no doubt in your mind that it’ll drum up more business than they would have gotten otherwise.

>Ask him why he came here – he could have just as easily texted you this information.
>Go and change into actual decent clothes – you don’t want to show up to the arena dressed like a bum.
>Ask him if he’d like something to eat – might as well keep up the niceties.
>Other.

>>3542825
>Go and change into actual decent clothes – you don’t want to show up to the arena dressed like a bum.

>>3542825
>>Ask him why he came here – he could have just as easily texted you this information.

I'd prefer not to leave Rock unsupervised in our home.

>>3542825
>Ask him if he’d like something to eat – might as well keep up the niceties.
I don't know if breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but I'm pretty sure Wolfgang is still running on fake fried chicken.
Dress up if we get the chance tho.

>Ask him why he came here – he could have just as easily texted you this information.

He’s definitely here for something else.

>>3542836
>>3542844
Writing now!

“If you don’t mind me being blunt, why are you here? You could have easily texted me that information, I gave you my number.” You sit across from him and cross your arms, feeling mighty suspicious of this. Even if he’s not here to beat you up, what’s to say he doesn’t have an ulterior motive? There’s logically no reason that he should be here at all!

“Do you not remember competitive etiquette?” Rock says with a hint of surprise to his tone, eyebrows raising as he leans back and regards you. The hell is he talking about?

“Whatever you’re referring to, I don’t know it.” You respond truthfully, shrugging your shoulders at him. That sounds like a fat load of bullshit to you, and you can’t think of any form of etiquette that would require an opponent to show up at your place of living. Honestly that sounds like a recipe for disaster knowing some old teams, and especially so with the man sitting across from you. The dude fucking tossed you like a sack of potatoes across your arcade, what would stop him from coming in with a baseball bat or something if he were so inclined?

“It is only proper for a direct challenger to give the challenged a ride to the arena. Upon second thought, it does not surprise me that you do not know this, considering you were not Genesys’s team captain.”

You try and remember if Fletcher accepted any carpools with other teams, but nothing springs to mind. Whether it’s due to Rock being untruthful or just the sands of time withering away your memory, you don’t know.

>Tell him you can make it to the arena on your own just fine – you were planning to go with Cinder anyways.
>Go and change into actual decent clothes – you don’t want to show up to the arena dressed like a bum.
>Ask him if he’d like something to eat – might as well keep up the niceties.
>Other.

>>3542874
>Go and change into actual decent clothes – you don’t want to show up to the arena dressed like a bum.

>>3542874
>Go and change into actual decent clothes
Guessing since he's here, breakfast is off the table.

>>3542874
>>Go and change into actual decent clothes – you don’t want to show up to the arena dressed like a bum.

>>Use the pretext of changing clothes to read the letter 0phelia gave you.

This smells like a setup, but I'm curious about where it may lead.

>>3542895
This sounds good.
btw, did we do any research on Rock's recent fights?

>>3542874
>Tell him you can make it to the arena on your own just fine – you were planning to go with Cinder anyways.
>Go and change into actual decent clothes – you don’t want to show up to the arena dressed like a bum.

no reason not to do both if it's an hour from now.

>>3542895
>>3542900
This wins, writing now! Also you didn't do research yourself, but Cinder informed you about how he plays.

>>3542900
All we really know is he leans on CQC with a sword, and tries to control the mid-range with an LMG.

We did go for a long range/short range style. So to keep the advantage, we gotta go for either snipers nests; or close quarters.

No hallways tho. Perfect spot for a machine gun

“Would you mind if I changed really quick, then? I don’t want to go to the arena looking like a bum.” He nods to you, so you rise up and make your way back to your room, closing the door behind you. Once you’ve done that, you take the envelope out of your pocket and open it up, sitting down on your bed as you unfold the paper.

It only contains two sentences, but they manage to unnerve you.

>I wish you the best of luck in your match today, Nova.
>Check your Warscape account at your earliest convenience.

And just what the hell is that supposed to mean? You glare holes into the paper as your thoughts begin to race – what did she do to your account? Did 0phelia somehow get your password or something? What did she do? You let out a disgruntled and anxious sigh, rising from your bed and walking over to your closet with a worried frown.

You settle on the fact that she either actually did something to your account or that she’s just trying to throw you off before the match. You’re directly taking a big piss on her plans by doing this – she’s been running off of the fact that you absolutely don’t want publicity whatsoever, and you have no doubt she’s concocted some fucked up plan within her mind to get back at you for it.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter right now.” You murmur, opening your closet door.

So many options, so little time! Even with 0phelia’s letter and the match with Rock weighing on your mind, there’s always a suitable occasion for a FASHION MONTAGE.

>Go with the QM’s immaculate sense of basic fashion.
>CHOOSE YOUR OWN FASHION, CARVE YOUR OWN DESTINY. [Describe how you want to dress.]

>>3542948
>>Go with the QM’s immaculate sense of basic fashion.

I look forward to whatever abomination you have us wear. By the way, I never actually want to learn what 0phelia's IRL name is. It would take all the fun out of "fuck 0phelia."

>>3542955
I can confirm that you will never find this information out unless you reaaaaally want to look for it.

>>3542948
On of my life mottos is "Fashion happens to other people." Therefore it's probably best to
>Go with the QM's sense of fashion.

Otherwise all I can think of is dressing up in a snappy leather jacket.

>>3542948
>Go with the QM’s immaculate sense of basic fashion.
I don't even remember the season, otherwise I might give it a shot. Maybe next time.

>Go with the QM’s immaculate sense of basic fashion.

I’m not sure what you mean by basic, but sure, whatever you say

>>3542948
>CHOOSE YOUR OWN FASHION, CARVE YOUR OWN DESTINY. [Describe how you want to dress.]
A fuck 0phelia shirt

As soon as the match with Rock is over, we’re making a fuck 0phelia shirt

>>3542984
And in this corner....

Team F4ck 0phelia!!!

>>3542955
>>3542970
>>3542971
>>3542976
Back, made myself a pizza. Welcome to the QM FASHION ZONE. Writing now!

>>3543009
I think we may have made a mistake

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3543015
It's just basic fashion, how hard can it be?

>>3543023
We stylin'

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3543009

>>3543023
>inb4 fur-lined everything and a perpetual pumpkin spice in hand

>>3543023
>>3543028
Your rolls hold no place in this realm. Welcome to my world...of basic fashion.

Also this is taking a bit to write because I'll be real, I'm laughing at it like an asshole

[I am proud of this and I hope you like it just as much as I do. I can only hope this was worth the wait.]

You crack your knuckles as you sift through the closet, eyes searching for the perfect outfit to take to the arena. What will it be? A snazzy dress shirt? A whole ass suit? Perhaps a wonderful but suitably wacky array of colors that express your tastes and personality? SO MANY CHOICES. And hey, you even have an unwitting participant for your SICK FASHION CHOICES in the other room!

Just kidding, you’re not gonna show off to that dude lol.

As you go through the closet, you decide that the first and foremost factor should be comfort. Why would you want to walk around in something that’s really stiff to move in? You’re gonna have to take pictures in that outfit, as well as potentially interact with other people whilst wearing it! With that in mind, you reach into your dresser and pull out the comfiest pair of boxers that you own. Fuck, these are just the best. You discard your pants in a slightly dramatic fashion, flinging them across the room and nearly taking out your monitor as you do so. You don’t care though, it’s all in the name of FASHION.

Now that you’re equipped with boxers and socks, it’s time for the REAL SHIT. GOD, FASHION MONTAGES ARE THE GREATEST.

You reach into the closet and pull out a plain black shirt – normally people would scoff at this, how could this possibly be the pinnacle of basic fashion? The point is that it’s a blank slate, a representation of a new dawn as you seek to carve out your destiny once again. Also, it fits your nerdy twink ass extremely well, so it also has that going for it. When you clothes shop, you only get stuff that fits you perfectly because why buy clothes if they don’t fit? You’re a practical dude, and practicality is key when it comes to the world of SELF IMAGE. As well as that, you pull out your nicest pair of jeans – shit, have you even worn these before? Now’s as good of a time as ever, so you slide them on and you feel that sweet, sweet denim cling to you- okay this is getting a little weird now. Time to dial it back a little bit. There are limits to the glory of fashion.

You look through the closet and decide to throw on a blue plaid button up t-shirt as well, because that compliments it well enough. Not too fancy, but it’s enough to make you look pretty alright. You complete the look by putting on a pretty nice belt – you catch a look of yourself in the mirror, and you look like a handsome respectable young man!

You go to turn away from the closet, but you feel your mind drift to something you’d purposely been ignoring…the cardboard box pressed into the corner of the closet. A memory of the past, of times long forgotten.

>Open the box – relive your memories.
>Walk away – the past has no hold on you.

>>3543094
>Walk away – the past has no hold on you

>>3543094
>Open the box – relive your memories.
Shucks, why not.

>Open the box – relive your memories.

I want more exposition. Give it to me cirno.

>>3543094
>Walk away – the past has no hold on you.

>>3543094
>Open the box
WHAT'S IN THE BOX?

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>>3543094
>>Open the box – relive your memories.

THE BOX

>>3543094
>Open the box – relive your memories.
We must know its secrets!

>>3543105
>>3543110
>>3543117
>>3543126
>>3543141
The past is never long behind you, is it? Writing now.

You find the thoughts of your modern outfit leaving your mind as you walk back towards the closet, stooping down to look at the box. It’s unmarked, yet despite that you know it’s contents like the back of your hand – it’s the only remnants of your team, after all. You got rid of a vast majority of things from that house, but these…well, you couldn’t part with them if you tried. Even with everything that happened, these still matter to you.

You find yourself reaching out to take it, lifting it up from the dusty corner and moving it over to the bed. It has quite a bit of weight to it due to the sheer amount of contents, and with a bit of trepidation you open up the box. Inside is a partition – on one side are folded up clothes, and the other contains a metric fuckton of necklaces. Medals, to be more precise – all of them that you ever earned as a member of Genesys. You let out a long drawn out sigh as you look into the box, reaching in and pulling out the topmost clothing article.

Hey, this was the last jacket you had ever wore – the one made specifically for the finals, in fact. It’s a primarily black jacket, with plenty of gold patterns that look very appealing to the eye. There’s a myriad of product logos placed in various places, your team was a hit with the advertisers back in the day and it certainly shows just by looking at this fucking thing. On the back, across where the width of your bruise currently is in fact, is your old team’s name and yours underneath it.

GENESYS
NOVA

Fuck, this is a real blast from the past. You set that one aside and look at the next – still black and gold with different pattern variations and different sponsors. You can’t help but smile as memories begin to resurface – you recall a drunken Buster crowing about the major victory you guys had achieved, slumping over the dining table and passing out. The next morning, Drifter woke him up by pouring a half pint of water on him – and she made him clean it up, too!

You’re aware you’re on a time schedule, but you can’t stop yourself from looking through your old jackets and all the memories associated with them. It’s almost like a mental block has been lifted, and you find yourself smiling as you relive the days where you had everything. Soon the pile dwindles, and all that’s left is a jacket that’s different than the rest – rather than black and gold, it’s white and orange. You chuckle at it.

This was the first jacket you had ever worn. Fletcher had given it to you during your welcoming party at the house, and it looks so tacky. Back then the team was called Genesis rather than Genesys, you still have no idea why Fletcher switched out the I. As you continue to look at it, you feel the memory rise up in your head. The day you arrived at the team house for the first time, to be exact.

>Relive the past – it’s been a very long time.
>Reject it for now – you need to get to the arena.

>>3543210
>Reject it for now – you need to get to the arena.
No point in delaying

>>3543210
>>Reject it for now – you need to get to the arena.

Nostalgia can come later.

>>3543210
>>Reject it for now – you need to get to the arena.
Tick Tock, Mr Wick.

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Also unrelated to anything, but I've only been able to picture Wolfgang as Eraserhead

>>3543210
>>Reject it for now
Can't keep Rock waiting.

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>>3543224
Not this one?

Can we wear the first jacket?

At the very least I wanna vote for a more colorful button up shirt, something with an arcade aesthetic with a bunch of obnoxious colors.

>Reject it for now – you need to get to the arena.

Professionals have S T A N D A R D S.

(ok we may not be professionals, nor do we have standards, but it’s the thought that counts

>>3543236
I do agree with wanting to wear the jacket.

>>3543214
>>3543216
>>3543219
>>3543226
>>3543239
Writing now.

>>3543239
This

[I’m gonna be heading to bed after this one guys, I’m pretty tired. Sorry for being gone most of the day, really didn’t expect to be as busy as I was! Please give me any of your thoughts or critiques or feedback – it helps me write better and also I really enjoy hearing what you all think. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed! Have a great night, anons.]

You bury the memory down for introspection later, you don’t want to keep Rock waiting. He’s come all this way to drive you to the event apparently, and as suspicious as it is, you don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. With that in mind, you go to stand up and walk towards the door, but once again your attention is attracted back to the box. Namely, the white and orange jacket.

“…fuck it.” You murmur to yourself, snatching it up and sliding it on. It still fits pretty well, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror with it on. It kind of works with your fashion ensemble, so sure, you’ll wear it to the match as a gesture of good luck. To double that, you catch something glinting from inside the box – a necklace that isn’t a medal! You know what it is as soon as you pick it up – a caduceus with a green gem in the middle, something that Fletcher had gotten for the entire team. He was always big on team unity and making sure that you guys were always on the same page - you put that on too.

“For old time’s sake, as well as luck.” You say with a chuckle, walking over to the door and opening it. As soon as you do, you almost run into Rock – apparently you’ve been in here a bit, because his hand is raised as if he’s going to knock on your door.

“Ah. I was about to knock.” No shit, Sherlock.

>You’re ready to go, and you tell him so.
>Ask him if he’s eaten – you’re hungry as well.
>Other.

>>3543306
>Ask him if he’s eaten – you’re hungry as well.
Real actual food.

Cheers

>>3543316
+1

>>3543306
>Ask him if he’s eaten – you’re hungry as well.

>>3543306
>Foooooood

>>3543306
>Ask him if he’s eaten – you’re hungry as well.
>Ask him to pick up Cinder on the way there. If we don't want him to know her house address then we can meet her at some street instead.

>>3543306
>Ask him if he’s eaten – you’re hungry as well.

>>3543569
Goin with this.

[Good morning! Had a real good sleep even if it was a bit long, now it’s time to get started.]

“Have you eaten yet, Rock?” You find yourself asking, mostly in part due to the rumbling in your own stomach. To be honest you don’t really give a damn if he’s eaten or not, but yesterday’s breakfast incited your urges to cook once more! So, if he’s here already you might as well cook for two.

“I…have not.” Once again he looks surprised at your offer, so you shrug and meander over to the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of your jacket so you don’t get it dirty. After that pretty intense fashion and nostalgia session, you really don’t feel like ruining the look you decided upon – you beckon Rock back over to the table.

“Are we short on time, or can we afford to sit for a bit?”

“I would…prefer it if we arrived early. Things can take longer than necessary.”

You can concede that to him. You remember sometimes where organizations and arenas wanted to hold big photo shoots and they required certain things to be exactly as they envisioned it, or interviews that took up way too much time. Hell, if there was speculated bad blood between teams, they’d ask for press conferences! Those minefields were always hard to navigate, but you had the boon of not being team captain – all you had to do was sit there and look pretty while Fletcher took the reins.

“Then I’ll make something we can eat on the road.” You say, cracking your knuckles and opening your refrigerator. Time to showcase your other talent for all it’s worth!

>SKILL ACTIVATION: [Team Chef: All rolls related to cooking receive a +15.]

>[Please roll a 1d20 to cook breakfast.]

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3543830
We are teh best cook!

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3543830

>>3543847
You had to say it

>>3543847
...I can't believe this. Writing now.

>>3543847
Pfft, I regret nothing.

>>3543851
Rock is the guy who'll probably eat anything

>>3543859
inb4 Rock accuses us of cheating again because we poison him.

You begin cooking with gusto, but a few minutes into the process your brow is furrowed. You’ll be honest, this is sort of not turning out well? Whether it’s due to stress because of the match later today, or anxiety due to 0phelia potentially messing with your account, cooking just isn’t working out for you today. After your attempt ends in an entirely burnt mess, you let out a brooding sigh and scrape the remains into your garbage can.

Man, why does your cooking have to get fucked up now? This week has just been one gigantic universal dick slap to the face.

“Looks like I’m not at my best today.” You tell him, walking into the living room and allowing your sleeves to lower once more. God! This is a wonderful start to the day, surely it will only get better from here.

You don’t care if you’re tempting fate again by saying that, it’s just the truth! Your days have acquired a bad habit of going downhill just when things are supposed to go right.

“I understand.” Rock nods his head, and you want to punch him. He’ll never understand the bullshit he’s put you through, nor what 0phelia has done.

>Tell him that you’re ready to go.
>Call Cinder and ask if she wants a ride to the arena.
>Other.

>>3543884
>>Call Cinder and ask if she wants a ride to the arena.

>>3543884
>Call Cinder and ask if she wants a ride to the arena.

>>3543884
>Call Cinder and ask if she wants a ride to the arena.

>Call Cinder and ask if she wants a ride to the arena.

>respect woman hours

>>3543887
>>3543888
>>3543894
>>3543901
Writing now!

“Mind if I give Cinder a call quick? She’s planning on coming to watch, and I think she’s on the way to the arena. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.” You tell Rock, already pulling out your cellphone and typing in Cinder’s number. Rock shrugs and moves around you, walking towards the door and opening it. You’ll take that as an affirmative, so you dial her number and hold the phone to your ear. She responds almost immediately.

“Heya! What’s up?” Cinder says, voice a bit obscured. It sounds like she’s in a room full of people, and that makes your brow furrow.

“I’m about to head over to the arena, was going to ask if you wanted a ride.”

“I’m already here, dude! There’s a hell of a lot of people!” She laughs into the phone as you hear the voices lessen – she must be trying to find a better place to be able to hear you. “They’re advertising your match almost as much as the main tournament! I forgot how weird you looked as a teen!”

You find yourself cringing at that – of course you don’t have any recent photos, so they needed to pull up your old competitive pictures. Back then you were young and full of bombastic energy, often posing into the camera in a very dramatic and cocksure way. Man, those were the days! Back when you didn’t have this shaggy-ass Eraserhead tier hair, your eternal broodiness clouding your very existence, as well as 0phelia twisting your arm in every conceivable manner.

You could fix at least one of those things at least – you majorly need a haircut.

“Ah…wait by the entrance for me, then? Rock showed up to give me a ride, something about competitive etiquette.”

“Wow, I’m surprised he’d abide by that considering he nearly killed my abdomen and actually killed your arcade!”

So that wasn’t a bullshit thing he made up on the spot? Huh, neat.

“Yeah, you’d think so. I gotta go, so I’ll see you soon.”

“Yep!”

The line goes dead, and you let out another patented sigh.

>Follow Rock out the door – the clock won’t stop for your anxious broody ass.
>Wait, you’ve forgotten something… [Other.]

>>3543938
>>Follow Rock out the door
Let's get this show on the road

>>3543938
>Wait, you’ve forgotten something… [Other.]
>Bring a hat and some glasses, we may need to sneak away from some journalists, fans or angry ex-pros.
Plus we can wear it during the actual match if we don't want people to see what we look like now.

>>3543957
>>3543957
Support

>>3543957
By fans I mean a clique of people who hate our guts just as much as Rock does.

>>3543938
>Wait, you’ve forgotten something…
>Sun glasses

fucking reporters and their flashes

>>3543938
>Follow Rock out the door – the clock won’t stop for your anxious broody ass.

Also while on the way there casually ask why 0philea is so hell bent on getting us to join her team on the off chance that he knows something. Might as well make conversation right?

Gonna go make myself some food, will be back soon! Vote's open until I return. Hopefully I don't burn it like pro chef Wolfgang did.

>implying Wolfgang shouldn't be just as bombastic as before, just meaner
It's time to face the public.
Time to BE THE HEEL.

>>3543938
>Follow Rock out the door – the clock won’t stop for your anxious broody ass.

>>3543938
>>3543957
Support

>>3543957
Seconding.

>>3543938
Since we fucked up cooking a proper breakfast, we might as well grab a fruit or something so we're not going to our first professional match in 5 years on a completely empty stomach. Give one to Rock too if he wants one.

>>3543957
Thirding

>>3544029
This is a good point, can we grab a cereal bar from a convenience store on the way, or something?

>>3543957
>>3543958
>>3543993
>>3544003
>>3544031
This wins! Writing now.

>>3544029
>>3544041
Yeah sure!

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“Hold on a moment.” A thought pops into your head, and you rush back into your room and rifle around through some clothes piles. You really don’t feel like getting rushed by reporters, angry pro players, or rabid fans – so you equip the most classic disguise in the book. A regular black baseball cap and sunglasses. You glance at yourself in the mirror and let out a sigh – there goes your perfect fashion ensemble that the QM most lovingly crafted for you. But hey, it’ll deter any rabble-rousers, so you suppose it’s worth it just for some peace of mind.

“Ready to go?” Rock raises his eyebrows when he sees your new attire but doesn’t comment further. You notice that his facial expressions never really change from being blank, and the only way you can really tell his emotions is when he raises his eyebrows or when he’s coming at you with the force of a runaway truck.

“Yeah. I’ll pick us up something to eat on the way there.” You respond to him, moving past him and out onto the landing. The air is pretty chilly today, you can tell that autumn is starting to fade to winter in short order. Thankfully you wore this jacket, which keeps your arms nice and cozy! The two of you make your way down and attract attention from some passerby’s, but Rock leads you over to your apartment’s parking lot and to his truck.

Damn, that’s actually a really nice truck. You half expected him to own a beater or something. He walks around and unlocks the doors, sliding into the driver’s seat.

>Get into the passenger’s seat.
>Get into the back seat – you don’t wanna sit by him.
>Other.

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>>3544123
>there goes your perfect fashion ensemble that the QM most lovingly crafted for you
mfw.jpg

>Get into the passenger’s seat.

>>3544123
>Get into the passenger’s seat.

>>3544127
My immaculate basic fashion sense has been dashed by the public.

>>3544123
>>Get into the passenger’s seat.

>>3544123
>Get into the passenger’s seat.

>>3544127
>>3544128
>>3544137
>>3544141
Get into passenger's seat. Writing now!

>>3544129
Fuck 0phlia shirt when?

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>>3544162
>Fuck 0phlia shirt when?
Now anon

[THE FUCKING PORCUPINE CAME BACK. MY PORCH IS IN DANGER.]

You walk forward and hop up into the truck, and you decide to take a look around. An all-black interior, and it’s surprisingly very well kept. You can’t spot a single speck of dirt, in fact – he must take really good care of it. You wouldn’t have expected Rock to even have the ability to be meticulate in anything he does, but this truck certainly sinks that train of thought – you should probably get a vehicle one of these days. You have your license, you’ve just never really put it to use since the arcade is within walking distance, and that’s all you’ve really ever gone to over the past five years.

You are a sad, sad man.

Rock starts up the truck, and the engine sounds just as nice as the rest of the truck. It isn’t loud in the slightest, in fact it practically purrs. Rock’s radio turns on, and he connects it to his phone – as he starts to pull out of the parking lot, he switches on some alternative rock from a time long past.

You wouldn’t have pegged him as an alt rock kind of dude!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uF3reVVUbio

“Wanna swing by a drive-thru on the way there? I may have shit the bed on breakfast, but we should both be filled up for the match.” You take out your cellphone and begin texting Cinder, reminding her to meet you outside of the arena. You don’t want to walk in there with Rock because people will know immediately, but you definitely don’t want to walk in alone. Cinder’s practically your bodyguard at this point!

“Sounds good to me.”

As he drives down the road, you look out the window to finally observe more of your town. It’s a very urban place – malls and arcades dot the landscape; an occasional grove of trees present to shake it up a little bit. You chuckle at the other arcades – you know for a fact that a lot of people come to yours purely because you can afford to make things very cheap. You have enough money to be able to live a luxurious life until you’re old, so when you hardly pay for anything other than business expenses? That’s why you’re a big hit in the town.

>Stay silent and watch the town move by – it’s a pretty sight this time of year.
>Make conversation – ask him about 0phelia, perhaps?
>Busy yourself by texting with your bestie.
>Other.

>>3544223
>Busy yourself by texting with your bestie.
She never told us how looking after her sister went!

>>3544223
>Stay silent and watch the town move by – it’s a pretty sight this time of year.

>>3544223
>Busy yourself by texting with your bestie.
+
>Give update that women we pay rent to.
I can't remember her name sorry

>>3544223
>Busy yourself by texting with your bestie.

>>3544223
>Stay silent and watch the town move by – it’s a pretty sight this time of year.

>>3544223
>Talk to Rock about Rock.
He seems pretty put together and by the book, so the arcade trashing just feels weird

>>3544232
>>3544235
>>3544245
This wins! Writing now.

You focus your thoughts on the current conversation you’re having with Cinder over text, not only because you don’t want to talk to Rock, but also because you’re currently stressing a little about the match. You don’t know how things will go inside the match, and certainly not outside of it – if someone finds out it’s you, you have legitimate concerns about being decked by people who are still mad, or old acquaintances that you just cut out of the loop without any words on the subject.

>WOLFGANG: Hey, how did watching your sister go?

>CINDER: It went ok! She’s a bit of a finnicky eater so I had to dig deep to find something she liked, but it all worked out. I got her off to school in the morning and headed over to the arena right afterwards, so I’ve been over here for a bit!

>WOLFGANG: Well, you won’t be alone there for long. We’re on our way.

>CINDER: Hell yeah, man! I’ve found a few people I know here so it’s been alright passing the time, but I’m really boooooooooored.

>WOLFGANG: Sorry about that.

“Nova.” Rock’s voice breaks through the veil of uncomfortable air and alternative rock, causing you to look up from your phone and at him. “What do you wish to order?”

Oh shit, he’s at the drive-thru already. You hadn’t even noticed when the truck came to a stop! Time to get your breakfast on and make another very important decision! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all.

>Surprise me, Rock.
>Order on your own. [Choose your breakfast.]
>Ignore him like an asshole.
>Other.

>>3544283
>A bargain bucket.

>>3544283
>Order on your own.
Eh, can I get a breakfast burrito, uh, no jalapenos with ah, more egg than meat? And, a coffee. Yeah, coffee.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3544287
>>3544297
Both good choices, will flip between them. Thank you all for reading my scintillating drive-thru RP. Writing now!

>>3544283
>two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.

Or a coffee and a breakfast biscuit that works too.

>>3544283
>>Order on your own. [Choose your breakfast.]

[Sorry for the wait, walked to get the mail!]

You lean towards the driver’s window and squint, trying to make out the small font that these guys use. Their menu is pretty badly laid out honestly, but you think you find something under the breakfast section that you’re into? All it says is ‘breakfast bucket’ and nothing else, and that’s enough mystery for you to agree to purchase it! Rock shrugs and orders himself a breakfast burrito with more egg than meat, as well as a black coffee to go along with it. That’s normal enough, you suppose – part of you thinks he’d just fucking order raw meat because he is who he is.

A few minutes later, you two are riding down the road once more. The bucket actually contains a plethora of good food – some burritos, a tin of scrambled eggs with ham and ketchup mixed in, as well as a variety of other things. Shit, this is a lot of food for the amount you paid! Maybe things are finally turning around for you?

Bold words for you to say despite not having tasted any of it, but it’s certainly a small win in your book.

>Begin eating your breakfast bucket – gotta nosh on it while it’s hot, homie.
>Ask Rock about 0phelia – you might run into her at the event and you want dirt.
>Ask Rock about his current attitude – you’re shocked that he’s playing so by the book considering he wrecked your arcade.
>Other.

>>3544334
>Begin eating your breakfast bucket – gotta nosh on it while it’s hot, homie.

This is exactly how I want us to show up to the arena

>>3544334
>>Ask Rock about his current attitude
I'm going to laugh if this is a character witness ploy.

>>3544334
>Ask Rock about 0phelia – you might run into her at the event and you want dirt.
>Ask Rock about his current attitude – you’re shocked that he’s playing so by the book considering he wrecked your arcade.

>>3544334
>>Ask Rock about 0phelia – you might run into her at the event and you want dirt.
>>Ask Rock about his current attitude – you’re shocked that he’s playing so by the book considering he wrecked your arcade.

>>3544334
>Begin eating your breakfast bucket – gotta nosh on it while it’s hot, homie.

Food first, plot later. We can pick his brain after we kick his ass.

>>3544334
>>Begin eating your breakfast bucket – gotta nosh on it while it’s hot, homie.

>>3544334
>Eat
>Offer Rock some, cheats don't share food, do they?

>>3544341
>>3544355
>>3544363
>>3544372
C O N S U M E. Writing now!

>>3544372
All that food for such a low price? No other answer BUT cheating.
All hail Auxilia!

>>3544380
User 8fJIJNVu has been added to Auxilia's weekly drawing!

I get why we are so antagonistic with 0phelia, but not why we are that and not with Rock. He actually attacked us and our friend.

0phelia is a good girl. We should talk to her and be her friend. She probably sent us a gift for this match. We should join her team.

>>3544386
You make a decent point, but on the other hand....

Fuck 0pheila

>>3544386
We are antagonistic with him, at least we were. But we're strapped into a car with the dude, plus he's gonna be sent to jail for a few months at least after what he did. I'm all for avoiding him after he gets out but we could really use his.. 'support' again 0phelia. Plus we want to avoid being pummelled in the face.

>>3544386
I agree but she doxxed us and forced us on this path. "But anon" I hear you say, "that's just the classic call to adventure."

To that I say until she gives us a heart felt autismless apology, fuck her.

>>3544386
>0phelia is a good girl
Your opinion is immediately worthless in all things.

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>>3544386
“0phelia is a good girl”

But I do agree that I want an apology with 5 ellipses between each word

You hungrily reach into the bucket and pull out a breakfast burrito, unwrapping it from it’s package and beginning to bite into it. Shit! It’s so good! It seems to be composed of egg, ham, and green peppers. You let out a satisfied groan when it meets your taste buds, and you see Rock look over at you with an arched eyebrow. You stare at him back blankly – you haven’t eaten today, so you’ll enjoy your food as much as you want. In fact, you finish off the burrito with record speeds and tilt the bucket towards him wordlessly.

He hesitantly reaches in and grasps a burrito.

Good. Fuckin’ bitch better take one.

The ride to the arena continues in silence from there, the sounds of soothing indie rock gracing your ears as you idly eat and look out the window broodingly. You let out an anxiety-ridden sigh – this whole situation is fucked. Your mind wanders back to the letter 0phelia had left you earlier this morning, the contents still unnerving you. Well wishes and a message telling you to check your Warscape account? With everything that’s happened, that raises so many red flags in your head – she will not stop in her attempts to recruit you onto her team that doesn’t even exist yet, and in your head all she’s trying to do is play mind games until you eventually concede to her wishes.

At least with Rock, he’ll be going away for a few months after this. The only reason you’re still around him is because of the threat of getting knocked around again, as well as the impromptu deal you had talked him into. All you need to do is win this single match, and then he’s under your command until he gets locked up. Normally you wouldn’t even consider this as an option, but judging by everything you’ve seen from him, you’ll just hope that he’ll take the L and listen like he told you he would.

The ride continues, and eventually you can see a bulbous roof peeking out from between a few buildings. Looks like that’s the arena! When you round the block, you see it in clearer detail – digital signs are on full display, and you can see tons of people crowded around outside as they go to enter the building. You had forgotten that the arena in this city was moderately sized, and you didn’t expect this big of a turn out.

The signs proudly display two things on loop.

TEAM BAROQUE’S WARSCAPE TOURNAMENT IV

The other makes you frown as Rock begins to search for a parking space.

RETURNING GRUDGE MATCH: N0V4_C43S4R VS. ROCK

>Text Cinder and tell her that you’ve arrived.
>Tell Rock to go in by himself – you don’t want to be seen with him.
>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone.
>Other.

>>3544386
0phelia comes around and stomps on trashcans before shouting at the top of her lungs who and where we are and bring down no end of trouble.
Rock comes around and stomps on ribs while shouting he's going to destroy everything we care about.
I'm going to try and placate one over the other.

>>3544441
>>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone.

HERE WE GO

>>3544441
>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone

>>3544441
>>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone.
Who dares!?

>>3544441
>inspect le buzzzzzz

>>3544441
>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone.

>>3544416
>>3544409
>>3544392

She can't help it if she is slightly autistic. She is trying to be on our good side now, even appeared at 3am to give us a gift.

She is a good girl, we should join her team, she will be the number 1.

>>3544441
>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone.

>>3544441
>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone.

>>3544441
>Inspect the sudden buzzing of your phone.
nice trips

>>3544474
>She is a good girl,
I know you're trolling but no. You're wrong on so many levels.

>>3544452
>>3544453
>>3544460
>>3544467
>>3544468
>>3544475
>>3544479
>>3544486
Buzz buzz, motherfucker. Writing now!

Does Alexis know we have a match? Did we forgot to tell her?

>>3544474
As cute as it would be imagining her as an ernest yet misguided fan, she still did a shitty thing and until we get that apology into the trash she goes

>>3544501
I hope we did. There is absolutely nothing wrong with having a cheerleader accountant.

>>3544515
Now talking more seriously... I wonder if she can be redeemed if she truly apologizes.

She did a bad thing but I can't see her as "evil" or something, just really childish. She doxed not because we refused to join her but because she thought we were cheating and embarrassed her on live stream.

For now I will wait until we get information about who told ROCK we were cheating. If it was 0phelia then yes, that's actually bad and she is actively manipulating the situation to force us to join her. If it wasn't her then I see her more as a misguided girl that needs to apologize.

>>3544532
Since children share the same brain development as sociopaths, and considering she's a teenager now. It would be stupid of us to consider her actions childish rather than outright sociopathic.
She wanted us on her team whether we wanted to be on it or not, and attempted to threaten us to get her way. She clearly invested time into researching us to track us down... An apology would never suffice for me. That girl gotta burn in a way that going pro, or becoming beloved, could never be an option.

>>3544532
>I wonder if she can be redeemed if she truly apologizes
No no no no, fuck her

Heading out to the store, will be back soon! Really enjoying the discussion about 0phelia btw.

>>3544532
Agreed

>>3544542
A teenager acted childishly, and without thinking about the possible consequences of those actions.

So she acted like a teenager

>>3544532
>go to recruit a 'known' cheater
>get surprised when they 'cheat'
Most of her moves towards Wolfgang so far have trended towards malicious. At the very least, she has some knowledge abut the situation with Rock and has been rather unrepentant about her role in getting the arcade trashed. And she's still playing the 'join my team and I'll fix it' angle. Contrast that with what we know about her encounters with Fletcher, and it feels like 0phelia is actively doing whatever she can to get what she wants.
That being said, I'm all for forgiving her once she apologizes, and then still refusing to join her. It's just the principle of the matter.
Fuck 0phelia.

>>3544543
Stay strong, anon. We can't let these 0phelia-apologists win.

>>3544542
Don't know, Anon. The worst thing she did (Second worst, the worst was the doxing) was the ROCK thing, and we are not sure it was her.

She seems pretty childish. Maybe she is some kind of rich girl and always gets what she wants? That would explain it. I wonder why she is so focused on being on a team and reaching nº1.

I still think she is more childish than malicious (Until we know if she sent ROCK after us anyway).

... wait. Possible rich girl focused on reaching the top. Maybe she is related to Auxilia somehow and wants to defeat their team.

>>3544567
Fuck your irrational hate.

>>3544567
>>3544543

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the songs of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not believe this migraine!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the sobbing of the thot
There is a life about to start
When 0phelia's fucked!

[MY ASS IS BACK. Time to continue, apologies for the wait!]

You look at your phone with some trepidation, mind immediately jumping to 0phelia. You’ve started to associate the buzzing of your phone with her calls, which in hindsight probably isn’t the healthiest thing to do? Regardless, you turn on your phone’s screen and are immensely relieved by the fact that it isn’t her calling! It’s actually your landlord, Alexis! This is a welcome sight.

You answer the phone, and then immediately have to rip it away from your ear due to the volume.

“YOU HAVE A MATCH TODAY AND DIDN’T TELL MEEEEEEEEEEE!?” Alexis screams into the phone line, and you scramble to pull it back so you can respond. Rock looks over, obviously startled by the noise as well – you can’t believe you forgot to tell her! In your defense, a lot of shit’s been happening, but you know she won’t see it that way.

“Listen, I’ve been really busy preparing for it-“

“NO EXCUSES!” She shoots down your claims with another shotgun blast of noise, and you think you hear the honking of a horn in the background? Is she driving right now? “I’LL BE THERE SOON, AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT THEN.”

“But-“

The line goes dead, and you’re left staring at the phone with bewilderment.

That…well that took you off guard in a major way, but at least that means you’ll have another supporter in your corner?

>Walk in with Rock – you don’t care if people see you at this point.
>Tell Rock to go in by himself – you want to stay incognito.
>Text Cinder and tell her you’ve arrived.
>Other.

>Tell Rock to go in by himself – you want to stay incognito.
We did get sunglasses and a hat for a reason...
After that, >Text Cinder and tell her you’ve arrived.

>>3544749
>Walk in with Rock – you don’t care if people see you at this point.
>Text Cinder and tell her you’ve arrived.
>take the food with you

>>3544749
>>Tell Rock to go in by himself – you want to stay incognito.

>>3544749
>>Text Cinder and tell her you’ve arrived.
>>Walk in with Rock – you don’t care if people see you at this point.
He's kind of the only one who knows where the pre-match stuff is going on, right?

>>3544749
>Tell Rock to go in by himself – you want to stay incognito.
>Text Cinder and tell her you’ve arrived.

Alexis is great, even if she tries to get more money from us.

>>3544749
>Tell Rock to go in by himself – you want to stay incognito.
>Text Cinder and tell her you’ve arrived.

>>3544763
>>3544771
>>3544783
>>3544796
Writing now!

>>3544749
>Tell Rock to go in by himself – you want to stay incognito.
>Text Cinder and tell her you’ve arrived.
Landlady scary

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>>3544818
>Landlady cute
FTFY
I'm eager to see her roll out some Nova Merch or something.

“Go on in by yourself Rock, if people see me with you they’re going to know who I am, and I don’t want to be hassled before the match. I’ve had enough hassling to last me a lifetime.” You tell him, and he shrugs and nods.

“I will send event workers your way, then.” Without another word, he gets out of the truck and begins making his way towards the building. Almost immediately, you see a crowd of people lose their shit and make their way towards him, shoving merchandise and other things in his face. Looks like you’re definitely going to be the heel of this match up, you literally cannot imagine anyone coming up to you for autographs with things how they are. After you see him disappear into the building, you get out and begin walking towards the building yourself, keeping your eyes out for Cinder. You can’t locate her very well with all of the people, so you resign yourself to moving through the crowd in order to find her. Or maybe you could just go inside without her and tell her to find you?

>Go inside on your own, fuck almost getting spotted.
>Look for Cinder in the crowd. [This will require a roll.]
>Other.

>Look for Cinder

She’s our friendo. We love friends

>>3544863
>>Look for Cinder in the crowd. [This will require a roll.]

>>3544863
>Wait around for Alexis
We've got some splanin to do.

>>3544863
>>Go inside on your own, fuck almost getting spotted.

>>3544863
>Go inside on your own, fuck almost getting spotted.
I don't like irl rolls.

>>3544863
>Look for Cinder in the crowd. [This will require a roll.]

>>3544863
>Use the phone Luke.

>>3544863
>Look for Cinder in the crowd. [This will require a roll.]

Heel of the match up against the guy who beat up a bunch of cops three days ago.

Sports fans, man.

>>3544863
>>Go inside on your own, fuck almost getting spotted.

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>>3544890
Roll a 1d20 to evade sports fans.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

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Rolled 14 (1d20)

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Rolled 12 (1d20)

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>>3544913
Not the worst! Writing now!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3544907

You let out an anxious breath and move into the crowd of people, trying your best to get through them with your hat and sunglasses still stationary. These people are frenzied, trying their best to get past others and into the building – it makes navigating through them extremely hard, and there are a few moments where you think you’re about to be exposed! By the time you get through some of them, your hands are fully on top of your hat and you’re trying your best to not get trampled by this mob! Whether they’re here for the match with you and Rock or the actual tournament, they are very excited to be here, and it shows.

“Hey! Move it, dickhead!” You hear someone from behind you say, and you feel two hands shove you into more people, who also get upset and start shoving you as well. Holy shit, since when did casual fans start to get this aggressive? Is this just how sports fans act nowadays? You would think people have standards and etiquette! As you’re being manhandled through the crowd, you almost lose your footing – but you feel someone’s hand wrap around your wrist and yank you out of the stream of people with little effort.

“Are you…doing okay?”

“Oh, fuck off.” You blurt this out as you look at your pseudo-savior – yep, it’s fucking 0phelia. You didn’t think you’d have to deal with her in person on top of everything else, but that’s what you get for tempting fate! She’s in a similar state as you, wearing a large brimmed hat and keeping her head low as to not be spotted by passerby’s. She’s a famous streamer, and sometimes you forget that.

It all honesty, it doesn’t shock you that she’s here. For one, it’s an event where you’re confirmed to be showing up. For two, it is a tournament event – for all you know, she could be competing in it. It does bother you a bit that she managed to pick you out through an entire fucking disguise, but that’s just par for the course with literally everything else that’s happened.

>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.
>Go for your phone and call Cinder over, you don’t think 0phelia will stick around if she comes.
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.
>Knock 0phelia’s hat off and call attention to her – small payback, and you’ll make your escape into the crowd directly afterwards. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.

>>3544969
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

>>3544969
>>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.

>>3544969
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

I'm sure we don't need Cinder to protect us from ophelia

>>3544969
Shit I wanted to pull her hat off but we roll average irl.
>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.

>>3544969
>>Ask her why she’s here
Professional courtesy. And maybe she's got a way in. SHOULDA GONE WITH ROCK.

>>3544969
>>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

>>3544969
>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.
Don't give her the time of day.

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>>3544985
No. Bad anons. Don't treat that thing like a human being. If we let up at all then she'll think we're forgiving her. No.

>>3544969
>>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.

>>3544969
>>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.
We already know why she's here. kick her in the shins.

>>3544969
>>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.

Don't feed the animals.

>>3544969
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

Going to make myself some dinner, be back soon! Vote's open until I return, hope you've enjoyed so far.

>>3544969
>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.

>>3544988
No bully, ophelia dindu nuffin

Though the ophelia hate boner is taking away blood from our brain desu

>>3544969
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

>>3544993
The average boner for 0phelia is taking away some anon's ability to think and empathise with Wolfy. She ain't worth a salted square and you know it!

She no deserve a redemption arc of any kind. In any case she clearly doesn't feel bad about what she did, the only reason 0phelia has mellowed is because she's trying a different strategy to get to us.

>>3544988
But she is a human being. And rejecting her after a moment of kindness will be that much sweeter.

>>3544988
We have occasion to confront her in real life. Now we can gauge her emotion about things she did to us.

>>3545036
Nah. That only works if you try and build a bond first, and considering how anons on qst usually think- if we do that then people will start voting for us to join her or legitimately befriend her.

>>3545036
humans beings are dicks wouldn't interact with one if I didn't need to.

>>3544969
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

I know we have t he whole "Fuck 0phelia" thing, but I'm curious. I'm the only one who wants to know more?

>>3545055
Anon she's here because we're here!
Stop it. Bad anon.

>>3545042
>>3545045
I guess it's a difference of mindset.
I want to bully 0phelia into leaving Wolfgang alone, and ignoring her isn't cutting it.

>>3544969
>>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.

>>3545036
>But she is a human being.

That's where you're wrong kiddo; 0phelia is a cyberneticly constructed pseudohuman created for the sole purpose of being mad at videogamrs. There is no reasoning with such a senseless beast and any attention we give her can and will be used against us. Further contact with the enemy will only lead to our destruction.

>>3545056
Yeah, I know. But why is she stopping us now and what does she want to say? It's probably not "Join my team" again. She already did that enough.

And... Why was she at 3am in front of our door? That's not normal, she needs a good reason (at least for her) to do that.

I want my answers.

>>3544969
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

We are not gaining anything from walking away

>>3545071
God dammit. Internet crashed before I posted.
My bet is she either snuck away from group/person X or feels bad about what she did.
In any case I think she sent us some toys on our account so she could butter us up. That isn't a true sign of regret. She may not ask us to join yet, but she'll allude to it constantly.

>>3545062
It truly is brother. I want to pummel her into the ground and continue our assault from there.

>>3545075
We gain autistic retards.

>>3545081
That only gives me more questions. Right now she is our "enemy" but we know nothing of who she is, what she does or why.

>>3545081
It's necessary to do something about that frustration. Continuing to walk away/ignore isn't satisfactory.
Maybe now's not the time, but at some point we need to be more aggressive in out and out rejecting her until she picks up on it.

>>3544969
>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.

>>3545089
Your curiosity blinds you anon. We must not give her the breathing room to tell us her son story.

>>3545092
It is! I've been saying from the very start that we should leak everything we have on 0phelia to ruin her public image. Sadly many anons aren't as angry at a fictional character as I am, or can't emphasize with Wolfgang's view on this.

>>3545100
*sob story.

I am curious as to how she found us though, was it coincidence?

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>>3545104
Glad we're in agreement on one note at least.
It's probably a mix of looking for someone who doesn't want to be seen, and some Genesys swag we've got on (the jacket, she is a fangirl after all).

>>3545100
>or can't emphasize with Wolfgang's view on this.
Of course you can. The way you interpreting his feeling is 100% correct any other person is just wrong

>>3545083
Fag

>Ask her why she’s here – you aren’t looking for her to call attention to you at the current moment.
There’s a difference between hating her, and just being irrational. I hate 0phelia. She did Doxxed us, forced us back into public, and now we have to fight against Rock because he has a hard on for warscape(or something)

But that doesn’t mean we can question her.

‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer’ that’s a thing, right?

Plus the more we know about her, the more we fuck her up later on

>>3545114
>>3545100

Oh, right. We are probably the only one who wears our jacket. We are not that liked.

Still, ROCK is the liked one and he is going to prison for knocking out a bunch of cops.

I'm starting to think we are a normal guy in a Yu-gi-oh-esque world where a game is the core of the civilization. That would explain 0phelia a bit better.

Still think we should at least wait to try ruining her life. We need to be the actual adult here. Right now she is just being annoying and doxing us was more like a brat having a fit than actually malicious.

>>3545124
I'm only right when it comes to 0phelia bashing. Nothing more, nothing less anon.

>>3545128
>Plus the more we know about her, the more we fuck her up later on
Eh. I'm starting to doubt anons will ever vote to fuck her up in the future, considering how some voices their concerns that she would lose her restraints if we screwed with her chances of becoming pro. So eh, I'm not holding my breath on that.

>>3545141
You mean running away from problems like a little bitch? You want to bash her and yet you choose to run away?

>>3545157
Nice callout kid, sadly 'running away' and 'not dealing with some sociopath's shit' aren't the same.

>>3544969

>Turn around and walk back into the crowd, you’d rather deal with being pushed around than with her directly.

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>>3545128
I'm back from dinner, and I certainly didn't expect to come back to a 10-9 vote! Holy shit, guys. Writing now!