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“If the man is even one bit like his uncle, it’s not gonna happen.” Bodyguard Gonzales has a great amount of respect for Dr. Calamity after the group stage.

“Don’t be so naïve!” Gerard continues pressuring.

“You like playing on the edge of the rules, I don’t. I like poker and I like to play poker, no other games.” Bodyguard Gonzales is being honest. “And if you have a problem with that, here’s an apology bear.”

“Hmph! She’ll help me conspire against you.” Gerard takes the plushy...

“Well, gentlemen, I hope you’re all having an amazing night. I know I have. Glad nobody here has any complaints about my late inclusion here in the finals.” Mr. Cahill acts like a bit of a host. Everyone turns to Gerard, expecting him to actually complain.

“… Why are you staring at me? It’s his deceased child’s tournament. I’m not uncouth.” Gerard is offended that everyone thinks he’s a tool. This feels out of character. You raise your eyebrow. “Put that brow down, kid.”

“No.” You have absolute control of your eyebrows and nobody is going to take that away. Unless someone shaves it. That sounds awful. You won’t entertain the thought any further.

“Anyhow, you all must have 250 Tokens from each of your tables. I have mine here.” Uwikar puts everything on the table. “Let’s find out who takes the trophy home…”

The Grand Finals of the Bradford Memorial Tournament are about to begin. You have come this far, there’s nothing else to do but your best!

What’s the strategy?

>Continue your strategy from the group stage. You’re going bet big and take the lead. [Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]
>Play steady. Take your chances, but don’t overstay your welcome. You already have a target on your back. [Knowledge Based]
>Survive. These are the big leagues. Resist the first waves of attacks and endure until you see an open spot. [Easy Roll] [Knowledge & Cowardice Based]
>Write In.

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>>5752901

Information:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/QM91m
Discord: https://discord.gg/AmjbaTR
Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=do+your+best+quest (Rough Grammar ‘till half of the 9th Thread)
Incomplete Guide: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-nIx_dvaNCPQ7zLg2BK_ucCyGNM741kAANxqXj7hdDs/edit?usp=sharing

Votes:

Votes are counted until 25 minutes have passed. This rule doesn't apply to the last reply of the day.
Votes that require a dice roll are counted until 15 minutes have passed, so we can speed up the process. Rolls are counted until 10 minutes have passed, so be prepared!

(NEW) Dice Mechanic:

We always roll 1d100s!
Since most people weren’t happy with the system of averaging top four rolls, we’re using best of 2/3/4 depending on the attribute a prompt requires. If Johnny is a genius and it’s a Knowledge based roll, he gets more rolls (Max. 7)! If he sucks, he gets less dice (Min. 2)!

When asked for rolls, I will specify how many you’re going to get. Rolling begins after it’s asked.

Rolling 100 is a critical! There are no Critical Failures anymore!

The difficulty of the roll is tied with the effectiveness of the action. In other words, the harder the option the better the result!

Don’t forget that at the end of the day, this is a story-driven quest! What the prompts are describing is more important than the difficulty of the rolls, for results in a fight.

Again, rolls are only counted when they are posted within ten minutes of being asked, so watch out!

>>5752901
>>Play steady. Take your chances, but don’t overstay your welcome. You already have a target on your back. [Knowledge Based]
What difficulty is this roll?

>>5752907

Normal Difficulty! Sorry, I forgot to add it!

>>5752901
>Continue your strategy from the group stage. You’re going bet big and take the lead. [Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]

>>5752901
>Play steady. Take your chances, but don’t overstay your welcome. You already have a target on your back. [Knowledge Based]

>>5752901
>Play steady. Take your chances, but don’t overstay your welcome. You already have a target on your back. [Knowledge Based]
>Use the word "Pocket" at least once in a sentence to throw Gerard off his game.

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>>5752912
>>5752913
>>5752919

Playing steady! Please Roll 1d100! Best of 5!

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5752927

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>5752927

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>5752927

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>5752927

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>5752927

Rolled 73 (1d100)

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“Before you start, guys...” Craig raises his voice among the crowd and wobbles his way to the table. He goes past everyone to the whiteboard that shows the groups. He wipes them off and starts writing something while checking his notes every now and then. “I asked everyone who they think is going to win this competition for fun, and these are the results. Good luck, everyone!”

Just like the Commentary table said before, you’re the favorite to win, the target on your back grows as you’re the man to beat.

“How incredibly short-sighted of you lot! You should be ashamed! This kid’s entire run is based on pure luck, but the tank is about to run out of fuel, and true talent will rise again!” Gerard gets annoyed at the crowd’s lack of faith in him.

“That’s sweet! Thank you for backing me up, pal!” Uwikar smiles at Rooke’s Hostage. They have a bond that will never break. “The Hurricane will blow away the competition!”

“You guys can’t stop throwing coal onto the fire, huh? You’re a fun bunch.” Gonzales smiles from ear to ear. He feels at home with petty criminals, scummy losers, and men with questionable morals! You can’t disagree, they make it easy to ignore their supposed defects.

“The only fire they ignited is the one for competition. I’ll conquer…. THE THRONE.” Victorious Calamity takes two horns from his pockets and places them back onto his helmet. He’s going to play as seriously as he can.

“……….” You’re extremely sad because Dr. Calamity didn’t vote for you. You can’t blame him, his nephew is here and… You need to stop thinking about this and crush Victorious Calamity like he’s his car collection. “Do your best, everyone…”

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>>5753010

The first row of games for the grand finals begins heated to the maximum. The atmosphere is rowdy, the crowd cheers for every play, for every card thrown, for every chip moved – and the quips. Everyone here is trying to show off the reason why they’re here, with this many tokens the bets are higher and riskier than ever. You’re going to play it safe to move the target from your back to somewhere else, still taking your chances when they present themselves of course. And you do well, way too well for the strategy you’re applying, if everyone plays risky, the de facto safe options become the most fruitful!

“I didn’t think it’d be this close…” Bodyguard Gonzales is enjoying the state of the battlefield.

“Ha! Easy to say when you’re not dead last.” Mr. Cahill wished it was a little bit closer than it is.

“Don’t make me laugh. You’re purposefully misplaying to let our guards down.” Gerard has contempt for the strategy. “Don’t try to deny it. I know you were studying our play while doing your ridiculous charade. I’ll take advantage regardless!”

“Me? I would never.” Mr. Cahill is preparing to unleash his tempest.

“What a foolish strategy. Momentum means everything.” Victorious will not back down.
“Isn’t that exactly what you did…?” Mr. Cahill is a little confused.

“This is not how poker works.” You don’t think these guys actually know how the game works, your knowledge tells you as much.

“We have 3 loose cannons who got lucky.” Bodyguard Gonzales wants to rile up the three discussing this master plan. “And a kid who is playing a little too safe…” And you as well.

You’re first without a cushy margin, very far from last, but that doesn’t mean you can’t start crashing down.

Who do you want to target?

>Gerard Luther.
>Victorious Calamity.
>Bodyguard Gonzales.
>Mr. Cahill.
>Nobody.

Strategy?

>Keep the Pace. [Normal Roll]
>Go on Second Gear. [Hard Roll]
>You have a lead. Play safe. [Easy Roll]
>Write In.

>>5753012
>>Bodyguard Gonzales.
>You have a lead. Play safe. [Easy Roll]
He's riling us up so that we play risky, don't take the bait

>>5753012
>Go on Second Gear. [Hard Roll]
>Victorious Calamity.
Come on big money

>>5753012
>>Nobody.
>Go on Second Gear. [Hard Roll]

>>5753012
>Victorious Calamity.
>Go on Second Gear. [Hard Roll]

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>>5753013
>>5753024
>>5753031
>>5753033

We upping the pace! Roll 1d100! Best of 5!

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5753036

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>5753036
catch this 1

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>5753036

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>5753036

Rolled 32 (1d100)

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Yes, you have figured out that Bodyguard Gonzales is trying to rile you up too, but he didn’t take into consideration the possibility that you have a pretty good hand. One you’re well acquainted with: A pair of Kings. How can you not play a little bit risky with your new favorite hand? Everyone's a little right, being lucky pays off sometimes.

“Hey Johnny, listen to me for a sec.” Billy’s head appears right next to you out of nowhere. “Be careful with the baldy there. Shines like the moon, but it’s all deceit. He’s ruthless. Trust me on this one, baby.”

“Don’t worry, I have this under control.” You whisper back, then you raise your voice. “Are you sure you want to call me out, Mr. Gonzales?” You match the bet as you continue talking.

“Kid, I got my job by being the showstopper.” Gonzales smiles from ear to ear.

“Oh? Storytime?” Mr. Cahill is interested in Gonzales’ background.

“Betting was my boss’ ticket to earn his first millions. He went all around the globe, busting casinos left and right until he got banned from every single one; always a little too late, the house never won with him around. His legendary undefeated streak? I put a stop to it.” Gonzales matches your bet as he talks.

“And how did you do it?” Mr. Cahill is dying to know.

“I kicked him out before his ass got a seat! Saved the casino millions. Didn’t see a dime myself though.” Gonzales burst into laughter. “Can’t win if you don’t bet. And now that I say it…” He raises the bet. “I wanna win today.”

“That doesn’t explain how you got hired.” You feel like something is missing here.

“Weeks passed by, Boss came back, bought the entire place, and promoted me. He said I was the only guard doing his job.” Gonzales has fond memories of this encounter. “I’m sure he bribed the other guys, but I was new. First day. His luck had to run out.”

“Ohohoho! You haven’t seen the extent of it!” Gerard sensibly chuckles.

“A bad omen. Pass.” Victor folds.

The game continues. Your kings proved their might by winning this hand. Who would’ve thought that by talking about lucky streaks your own began? And best of all, you rode this bad girl until she couldn’t go any longer! It’s like she ate the most legendary cake recipe ever created! But you digress. You went Second Gear while at it, and it went so well, that it feels like you got second AND Third Gear smashed together! The point is, you’re doing scarily well, and the main victim of all of this? Victor! Why? Who knows…

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>>5753122

The table’s mood turns somber as the control you have over the game heightens dangerously close to the point of no return…

“This situation is precarious to say the least.” Victor is not having good chances. A bad omen it was indeed…

“Perhaps the reason your table was so competitive is because you all are absolutely dreadful at this children’s game.” Gerard can’t stop trash talking despite not being in a comfortable position himself.

“I’m not last anymore at least!” Mr. Cahill has a positive to latch onto.

“I swear I don’t think I’ve ever been this lucky before.” You nervously chuckle as you take the tokens away.

“Kid, it’s not luck. You’re good.” Bodyguard Gonzales chuckles so he doesn’t cry.

“Don’t you see what’s happening, Gonzales? He’s mocking you, Gonzales. Yes, you. And you are letting this happen. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You should be. I know I am. Of you.” Gerard stares with disdain at the bald man. “You shameful little sprout.”

“Be quiet. The game isn’t over.” Victor will never surrender. “Ando, Engarde.”

“He came back from the pits of despair once, is he going to do it again?!” Mr. Cahill goes back to his commentator role to hype this up.

Group B ended up being easy, the Grand finals don’t seem to be that different. You doubt they’re gonna work together, so they will resist until the bitter end. With the advantage you have, you can safely eliminate a player.

What do you do?

>Eliminate Victor.
>Eliminate Gerard.
>Eliminate Gonzales.
>Eliminate Uwikar.
>Hurt them all equally.

Strategy? (They’re all Knowledge Based.)

>Seek and Destroy. Snatch victory, now. [Double Hard Roll] [Need 2 Successes to End the match (Or One-Crit)]
>Keep your pace. Stay relentless. Get close to winning. [Hard Roll]
>Okay, don’t go overboard. If you play this safe enough, next time it will be decided. [Easy Roll]
>Write In.

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

>>5753123
>>Eliminate Gerard.
>Keep your pace. Stay relentless. Get close to winning. [Hard Roll]

Tst

>>5753146
+1

>>5753123
>Hurt them all equally.
>Seek and Destroy. Snatch victory, now. [Double Hard Roll] [Need 2 Successes to End the match (Or One-Crit)]
Go big or go home

>>5753123
Changing vote from >>5753203 to >>5753209
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkuyAjaBW2E

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>>5753209
>>5753218
>>5753146

We're hurting them equally, and attempting to take the win while at it! Please Roll, 1d100, best of 5! Remember, we need two good rolls to pass!

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>5753583

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5753583

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>5753583

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>5753583
rolling

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5753583

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Weaponizing your lead to attempt to secure an elimination will bring far more risks than you’re comfortable dealing with, the best move is to continue playing the game optimally. No matter how one might see Poker, the win condition stays the same, and you’ll have to strike everyone out eventually – order be damned.

With control of more than half of the tokens in play, you have free reign to play as ruthlessly as you can, at whatever pace you see fit. And that’s what you will do. You’ll seek the closest path to secure victory.

In a few words, the game continues, and your win looks closer than ever. There are no grand strategies, no joint forces, no brotherhood among these men. They are falling like insects. First, ‘the Hurricane’ Cahill was whooshed away. Second, Bodyguard Gonzales saw his defense crumble. Only time will tell who will be the third to go. What you experienced in Group B seems to have been tonight’s peak of effort to bring you down! And it’s a shame, but reality has you as the vic—

“Halt your inner narration, you petulant child! It’s driving me mad!” Gerard caught you mentally monologuing. “The virtuous polymath hasn’t thrown in the towel yet.”

“You’re about to lose…” You scratch the back of your head.

“Test me. I dare you.” Gerard won’t back down… A man too petty to cry defeat.

“Guys, it’s up to you to match the bet.” You have a good hand.

“………I fold.” Gerard valiantly retreats to a chorus of boos. “Silence, you pesky lot! I will not be pressured to eat defeat!”

“I have reflected upon every single play thus far, and under my own estimations, there’s no modicum of a chance for us to pull out from the jaws of defeat.” Victorious turns from Gerard to you. “But I don’t believe in chances, I’m a man of destiny. Sir Johnny Ando, Eyepatch is postponing his downfall to clench second place, I have no desire for any position that isn’t the throne.” Victorious goes all in, raising the bet. “You decide if this is my final curtain or the prelude of your vanquishment.”

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>>5753782


The truth is, you should’ve won already. But there are two things that cannot be easily defeated: the pettiness of humankind, and its willpower. And these two men… they don’t represent either. You’re just playing poker, don’t get too into the drama…

What do you do?!

>Defeat Victorious Calamity now. [Very Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]
>Fold. You don’t have to do anything risky to win. Victory is yours, you just need to see this out. Don’t let your hubris cost you the tournament. [No Roll] [Knowledge & Cowardice Based]
>Write In.

>>5753783
>>Defeat Victorious Calamity now. [Very Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]

>>5753783
>Defeat Victorious Calamity now. [Very Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]
I hope we fail this

>>5753783
>Defeat Victorious Calamity now. [Very Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]

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>>5753787
>>5753794
>>5753796

We're going to attempt to defeat Victory itself. Please Roll 1d100, Best of 5!

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>5753800

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>5753800

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5753800

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5753800

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>5753800

>>5753813
Well then

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>>5753813

>>5753813
LEGEND!

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“Sorry, we’re closing the curtains.” You match the bet and show your cards. A 5 of diamonds, and a 2 of hearts. The hand is absolutely dreadful.

“We shall see.” Victor follows your lead and shows his cards: 2 Kings, just like yours. Who cares about the suit?

“Deliver the cards!” Gerard demands Rooke’s hostage to do his job. He has been dealing the last few rounds, the Judge demanded the dealer to be swapped every now and then to hurt your chances, calling everyone that didn’t openly support you to do the role, until you all ended up with the Host-age.

The entire room turns silent. The Hostage delivers the first three cards on the table somehow. All facing down. He starts unveiling them one by one. The crowd gasps each time, more positively when it clearly benefits Victorious. First, you got a 2 of spades in your favor, then a 4 of clubs that doesn’t help anyone, and finally another King – a stab you weren’t expecting. With this, Victor’s Three of a kind is winning. You can’t beat that with the 2 pairs, and that’s the best you can hope for. Wishing for a Four Of A Kind is plainly a miracle.

The tension rises. The Hostage drops the next card. A random 6 of hearts. You’re dead on arrival. The dream of a Four Of A Kind is gone. Everyone gets excited. Victor will last one more round.

…And the final card drops. A 3 of spades. And with that, it slowly dawns on everyone that you got a Straight and won. The celebration dies. The underdog failed. Victor has been eliminated.

“Well played.” Victor’s face drops on the table, then his body collapses to the ground. Nobody is checking on him because they know he’s being dramatic.

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>>5753915

“That’s disgusting!” Gerard cannot believe his eye. It’s not the most unlikely of hands, but it does deliver a statement. “Well then, gentlemen, with the knight’s elimination, it appears that everyone is counting on me to dethrone the brat.”

But then, the rabid crowd roars ‘Fuck you, Gerard!’ in unison (with some exceptions). The people are firmly behind you no matter what. You’re their hero, and the Judge is the enemy! Rapidly, the myriad of insults turn into cheers for you. The next round of hands didn’t have a spectacular ending, but it was a constant mockery of Gerard’s failure after failure, the frustration on his face built up until he lashed out, but his yelps were drowned by everyone’s hurling of insults.

And with that, you have won the Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament! Mr. Cahill hands you the trophy after shaking your hand, then confetti starts to rain.

“God damn it, I told you I didn’t want confetti. I just vacuumed.” Craig laments as the troop led by Sewel pop them in celebration. “Anyways, congratulations, kid.”

“Any words, champ?” Uwikar acts like he’s back to being a commentator.

How do you respond?

>“Not really, but I’m happy. I did this for our buddy.” Smile. This one was for Bradford.
>“I wonder what people are going to think when they see this trophy in my apartment.” Try to be funny.
>“Just like the people said: Fuck you, Gerard.” You’re the People’s Champion. Act as such.
>Write In.

Anyone you want to talk to now that the tournament is over?

>Nah. Go home. Enough Poker for the day.
>Write In. (Pick one of the former participants)

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

>>5753916
>“Not really, but I’m happy. I did this for our buddy.” Smile. This one was for Bradford.
I miss him. Kinda.
>Write In. (Pick one of the former participants)
Either Craig or Victor, about him being dead and all that.

>>5753926
This

>>5753926
+1

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“Not really, but I’m happy. I did this for our buddy.” You smile. Deep inside, you wanted someone who enjoyed this hobby with Bradford to win the whole thing, and that someone was you. This one was for him.

“Woah, woah, we don’t remember a brother without a drink in our hands.” Craig stops things from getting sappy. “Sewel, help me out.”

“Do I look like a nanny?” Sewel scoffs.

“You look like a bitch. Now get your ass in the kitchen.” Craig starts making his way to the kitchen.

“I’ll help!” Kevin follows the two men. With 20 guys in here it is only natural they need more helping hands.

Everyone gets their own drink for a toast. Jun, Gerard, and Banks all have their obscure favorites, Craig has them all somehow. You have some orange soda: Sorangeda. The worst-named beverage on the entire planet after whatever radioactive piss your dad likes to drink. Anyway, Craig calls for everyone’s attention.

“Guys, we gathered here today to cherish the memory of our buddy. Looks crazy when you look at that stupid trophy, but it’s true. We had a blast tonight because he would’ve wanted us to have a blast. I know some of you guys didn’t know him personally – and you missed out, just saying! – But we’re showing you what he means to us. Yeah, we’re a bunch of assholes, no doubt about it, but our hearts are still pumping and they are bleeding for our friend. Bradford was a good kid, and I’ll miss him dearly.” Craig raises his glass of whiskey. “For our buddy, Bradford Cahill! The eternal champ! Cheers!”

“Cheers!” All men, equal or not, friend or foe, raise their glasses to remember a parted friend...

…

…

A few minutes pass after the toast. You approach Craig to talk about Victor. Luckily, they’re talking together, it seems the Knight is being brought up to speed about everything that has happened during his absence.

“Hey Craig, Victor! I’d like to continue our conversation from earlier.” You politely ask them for a moment. “You know, the one about him being dead.”

“Sure, Champ. This Tin head here must be sick of hearing me talk.” Craig invites you over. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t start rambling.”

“I’m very succinct with my replies.” Victor is fishing with some good bait…

What do you do?

>Ask Victor what happened to him and why he supposedly disappeared.
>Discreetly ask Craig why there’s no similar celebration for Osgood.
>Ask if you can leave the trophy here…
>Write In.

>>5754853
>Ask Victor what happened to him and why he supposedly disappeared.

>>5754853
>Ask Victor what happened to him and why he supposedly disappeared.
>Aside, discreetly, ask him about his time at the Orphanage of Blue

>>5754853
>>Ask Victor what happened to him and why he supposedly disappeared.

>>5754853
>Ask Victor what happened to him and why he supposedly disappeared.

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“I just wanna know what happened. Why did you disappear?” You need to know every detail!

“I was on a business trip.” Victorious Calamity doesn’t explain any further.

“Victor. Explain everything.” Craig won’t take his bullshit.

“Like, from the beginning? Johnny Ando doesn’t know all the details of my life.” Victor wants to know all the details before embarking on this tale.

“What’s your job?” Craig will make him spit out the important bits.

“Social assistance. At the homeless shelter primarily.” Victor retorts. “I’m the certified nurse as well.” It’s like the certified part is really important to him, you feel like someone else is catching shade.

“And what’s your side gig?” Your landlord puts his hands on his waist.

“I make homemade Ice Cream.” Victor responds.

“The other one.” Craig rolls his eyes.

“I sold my shares, it’s all homemade now.” Victor doesn’t get it.

“Not the ice cream shit, man.” Craig shakes his head.

“You’re right, I suppose I should classify this as a hobby.” Victor thinks about it.

“Your actual side gig. You know, the one your physique is for.” Craig frowns. He’s not as good at solving this Rubik’s cube of a man.

“Please, I haven’t gotten into the ring in years.” Victor sensibly chuckles.

“…He’s a bodyguard for hire.” Craig is done playing this game as he tells you directly. “You went on a cruise. You know, the one that sunk.”

“Oh yes. How unfortunate.” Victor laments the facts.

“And how did you come back?” Craig raises an eyebrow.

“Swimming. Took me a while.” Victor crosses his arms.

“To a boat, I presume. Then what happened?” Craig assumes he didn’t literally swim to land.

“Not just any boat, it was an O.S.U. warship.” Victor clarifies. A foreign ship from Orange Star United? What’s that doing there?

“Why was it there?” Craig asks.

“It was trying to wake up a horrifying monster from the deep seas.” Victor explains. “Those lousy sailors thought they could capture this indomitable beast.”

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>>5754979

“Don’t tell me…” You don’t like where this is going.

“Yes. They woke it up.” Victor explains.

“And then?” Craig wants him to continue.

“I… slain it. Knocked it out in truth, I don’t have the heart to kill an endangered species.” Victor is a man of principle.

“With your new superpowers?” Craig asks then turns to you and whispers. “He has one of those ghost powers.”

“Yes, the ones I got at the brink of death.” Victor would be smiling if you could see it.

“What happened after?” Craig is kinda interested to know more on his own.

“They hailed me as their hero. They gave me this medal.” Victor shows him the OSU medal…

“And this happened in the space of a day…?” Craig doesn’t understand why he was gone for so long.

“Yes. But they took me to their home country. I had to wait a couple of weeks for the ceremony. I brought the family though.” Victor shows a bunch of pictures of his pregnant wife and two kids at a theme park.

“Cute family.” You approve.

“Thank you.” Victor puts the photos away.

“Why didn’t you call us…?” Craig doesn’t get why they were ignored.

“I had so much paperwork to do when I came back. I’m still not done. APOLOGIES.” Victor feels bad.

“Well, there you have it, kid.” Craig smiles to not cry.

Certainly, all Calamitys have a very interesting story to tell, as weird as they are…

What do you do?

>“This cruise stuff happen before or after the stadium stuff?” You need to work out the timeline.
>“Who were you protecting on this cruise? Are they okay?” You heard the story of some cruise before, one from Gerard…
>“Was the beast they reawakened the great Ghoulzilla?” Well, you know one Kaiju, might as well ask.
>“Thanks for telling me.” Well, that answers it! You have no more questions! Time to say goodbye!
>Write In.


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

>>5754981
>“This cruise stuff happen before or after the stadium stuff?” You need to work out the timeline.
>“Was the beast they reawakened the great Ghoulzilla?” Well, you know one Kaiju, might as well ask.

>>5754996
Second

>>5754996
Third

>>5754996
Fourth

>>5754996
Eigth

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“This cruise stuff happen before or after the stadium stuff?” You need to work out the timeline here. This is getting too confusing to follow.

“Before.” Victor replies.

“What? Kid, it happened 6 months ago. It was all over the news. How do you not know?” Craig doesn’t know if you’re playing a prank or not. The stadium event happened a couple of months ago, right? Has Victor been that busy this whole time?

“Sorry, I was depressed back then.” You put your hands inside your pockets.

“My bad, kid. I forgot.” Craig pats you on the back.

“Good on you for overcoming it.” Victor congratulates.

“Yeah, I’m finally getting there, I think..” You stare at your Sorangeda as you smile briefly, remembering all the people who are in your life right now, all your pals, here or gone. Maybe there isn’t a big emotional moment out of this, it just happens.

“Don’t underestimate your victory, Ando. Celebrate it as it was a great battle to overcome. I know I did when I won mine.” Victorious Calamity rallies you to continue the good fight.

“Yeah, you’re right, it's not time to be a downer anymore.” You adjust your glasses. “Another question. Was the beast that they reawakened the great Ghoulzilla?”

“No.” Victor shakes his head.

“You’re into paranormal shit? Or do you like his movies? Because I do!” Craig wants to make sure you're a fellow Giant Monster movie enthusiast like he is.

“GAH! Who dares mention that foul beast in my presence?!” Gerard shouts from another place inside the room. Someone tells him to be quiet.

“What was it then?” You want the whole answer.

“The Mother Kracken, the matriarch of the depths.” Victor clarifies.

“Gah! Who dares mention that foul beast in my presence, hurr durr?!” Helmaer mocks Gerard’s voice because he’s a fellow Ghoulzilla fan. The Judge doesn’t take it kindly and slaps his sidekick on the back of the head.

“Sadly, Ghoulzilla is not real, kid…” Craig sighs. “Or maybe that’s for the better, he constantly destroys Hamje in the movies.”

“Wrong.” Victor categorically denies Craig’s assertion.

“Why am I wrong…? Don’t tell me you saw it?” Craig’s eyes open wide.

“I haven’t.” Victor shakes his head.

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“T-Then why are you correcting me?” Craig is a bit miffed.

“I know someone who did.” Victor clears his throat.

“Who?” You’d love if you didn’t have to ask him to clarify every 5 seconds.

“My sister.” Victor answers.

“You have a sister…?” Craig didn’t know that there are a billion Calamitys?!

“Her name is Heinous Calamity. And I have 3 siblings.” Victor acts really out of character to name his sister. Or he sensed that Craig really wanted a full answer on this one.

“And what’s the story?” Craig needs to know more.

“A group met to find the monster, and they did.” Victor is unbelievable.

“…You’re the worst human being alive, Victor.” Craig doesn’t have kind words for the knight.

“KNIGHA-HA-HA!!!” The rhythm of Victor’s laugh is very similar to Galactic’s. “…I’m not clear on the details. I’m going to ask her tomorrow.”

“Be sure to tell me.” Craig scratches the top of his head with disappointment.

That’s a lot to take in! Ghoulzilla is probably real! And if he isn’t real real, he at least has to be a flame, right?

What do you do?

>Time to return to the apartment. You had your phone, but it’s time to say goodbye.
>Ask if you can leave the trophy here…
>Discreetly, ask Victor about his time at the Orphanage of Blue.
>Approach someone else (Write-In).
>Write In.

(Only reply of the day, I got sick. We continue when I can, hopefully tomorrow.)

>>5756188
>Discreetly, ask Victor about his time at the Orphanage of Blue.
>Approach someone else (Write-In).
Gerard, about Ghoulzilla. He reacted. He knows.

>>5756188
>>Time to return to the apartment. You had your phone, but it’s time to say goodbye.

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>>5756188

I meant to write "fun" instead of "phone"... FUCK!

>>5756193
+1

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After that, Craig disengages from the conversation as he’s being called away by another one of the guests. You will have to find a way to deal with Victor on your own because there’s a topic you need to address with him. Then, you’ll talk to Gerard because he acted very strangely when you mentioned Ghoulzilla.

“Psst, Victor.” You try to be discreet with the Knight. “I need to talk to you about something important.”

“Yes?” Victorious Calamity cleans up his horn and puts it back on his helmet.

“I want to ask you about your time at the Orphanage of the Blue.” You think this Victor is the same Papaya boy you met back in the Bubble.

Victorious Calamity remains silent for a minute straight. The pressure rises. Then actual smoke comes out of his mouth as the warrior’s body loosens. He’s back to normal.

“Johnny Ando. Let me be frank. There’s no possible way for you to know about my connection with that place.” Victor is sure of this.

“Why?” You thought the classified documents were leaked. That’s how Susie knew about it!

“No one is aware of the details of those events.” Victor reveals.

“Really? No one?” That surprises you, it was international news!

“I haven’t told a soul about what happened.” Victor explains.

“Not even your parents?” You wonder.

“I couldn’t.” Victor shakes his head.

“Why?” You ask.

“It took years of therapy to regain my speech.” Victor grabs his throat.

“And why didn’t you tell them then?” You don’t know if this is one of his Victor-isms, or if you’re being rude by asking.

“They were advised against resurfacing these haunting memories.” Victor doesn’t act like he minds that much anymore.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to. We can stop here if you want.” You don’t want to put pressure on him.

“You had no consideration of that kind with my collection, why care now?” Victor doesn’t get you.

“B-Because they’re diametrically different topics.” You point out the obvious.

“Childhood trauma is childhood trauma.” Victor doesn’t see it that way. “From 1 to 10, how traumatic do you believe what my cousin did to my car collection was to me?

“Victor, we’re not doing this again.” You retort. Wasn’t he the one against score systems? “Are you sure you want to open up about this topic with me of all people? Like, you haven’t even told your uncle.”

“I didn’t want to eavesdrop on you two, but now that I’ve been mentioned! Hello!” Dr. Calamity joins the talk.

“Uncle, you spy on people’s private conversations now?” Victor sounds surprised.

“It’s a skill I learned from working alongside my dear Niece!” Dr. Calamity throws shade at Kata. “Can’t say I’m proud of myself…”

“You shouldn’t be, Uncle.” Victor has a lot of qualms about it. “Anyway, shall we move on?”

>>5758068


“Seriously, if you don’t want to, we can stop here.” You stress.

“We’ll continue.” Victor won’t back down.

“Why?” You feel like a broken record.

“Feeling a little tipsy allows me to open up.” Victor makes an important life decision while drunk like every responsible adult. “And Uncle Ned needs to hear all of this…”

Well, Victor is ready…

What do you do?

>Ask Victor to narrate his experience. He’ll share what he wants to share.
>Ask about the people in charge of the Orphanage. Where are they now?
>Ask if he reconnected with any of the victims.
>Ask Victor what it was like in the Orphanage.
>Write In.

>>5758070
>>Ask Victor to narrate his experience. He’ll share what he wants to share.

>>5758070
>Ask Victor to narrate his experience. He’ll share what he wants to share.
This is his show. Give him the freedom

>>5758070
>Ask Victor to narrate his experience. He’ll share what he wants to share.

>>5758070
>Ask Victor to narrate his experience. He’ll share what he wants to share.

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“What can you tell us?” You’ll let Victor narrate his own experience. He’ll share as much as he’s comfortable sharing.

“As I was told, I was stolen right after my birth. A hospital mix-up, or something of the like.” Victor starts playing with one of his horns as he starts being deep in thought. He went through the same thing as Cohen.

“Our family was distraught. The never-ending curse of our family struck again, but it wouldn’t deter us from finding our own.” Dr. Calamity recalls the undying spirit of his family. “My siblings and I, we all went our separate ways to search for you around the country. I went to Lokyo, and joined the army to help peruse through classified documentation or to find anything that could’ve helped us, maybe Victor himself. And of course, to cure the wounded!”

“W-Why would Victor be around a battlefield?” You want to understand the rationale behind this decision.

“People were being smuggled through the borders, including children.” Dr. Calamity smiles. “We dodged a bullet there! More than one in my case! HAhaHAHhahAHHahhaHA!!!” After the good doctor stops laughing he indicates to his nephew to continue.

“The Orphanage of the Blue was a devilish institution…” Victor puts a hand on his chest. “I was among the most fortunate ones.”

“Please, explain.” You didn’t see much of a good treatment regardless of position.

“I was one of the so-called Noble Heads, children who possessed a great power for the cause. Mother Ophelia’s cause. She was the owner. She pampered us like we were her children, even if she was the stricter of the main caretakers. I was her favorite.” There’s a little fondness in the Knight’s words. Now Victor holds his shirt tighter. “But the others... the others were thrown into hell itself. A precarious barn in the middle of nowhere. A putrid, disgusting, tiny swinery to work until they couldn’t lift their hands. And I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”

“…” You can feel the Knight’s anguish.

“I remember that day. Mother Ophelia took me and some Noble Heads aside in the middle of the night. Said to all of us that the time has arrived. We will communicate with our divine lord, Angra Mainyu. We lent her our powers. She sat me on her lap as a vortex opened.” Victor puts his other hand on his temple. “A horrifying beast showed her face, scaring everyone but a few to unconsciousness. The two of them spoke. Mother Ophelia asked for her help in the extermination of those who wronged their people, the Demon’s subjects, her believers. A thousand-year grudge. Or Justice. But the Demon wasn’t interested. The Dark Deity was kind and forgiving. And she saw the extermination as an act of benevolence. To end suffering from the constant pain of life. The mortal plain is nothing but a giant farm for otherworldly beings like her to get their nourishment, their food – and her only wish was to liberate us all.”

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>>5758245

“Mother Ophelia vehemently opposed this idea. The vortex closed. It dawned on her that everything she had done until this point was futile. She hugged me tight, and I hugged her back… Then she told me to not forget the barn. I didn’t understand. Then she took my mask off, and kissed me on the forehead.” Victor shudders. “Deep into the night, a Policewoman snuck inside. Mother Ophelia was nowhere to be found, neither were the other caretakers. Unwittingly, I mentioned the barn to her. Mother Ophelia gave us cryptic messages all the time. And she knew what I was talking about, but needed me to confirm which one. She took me along for a ride. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, I just pointed at a random one. It had a nice truck parked next to it. She told me not to leave the car. But I snuck behind her. She forced the door and immediately recoiled back, I took a peek and I—” Victor pukes…

“Nephew…!” Dr. Calamity checks on Victorious who drops to his knees. You ask for someone to hand you some napkins, and a couple of guys help. You hand them over.

“How awkward.” Gerard chuckles as he makes the scene worse.

“I’m fine…” Victor is not fine. “Sorry! Gentlemen! It’s been a while since I have drank this much! Knighahaha…” His laugh is shallow.

“God damn it, Victor…” Craig chuckles with his mop and bucket ready to clean up.

Victorious Calamity doesn’t seem to be holding up well anymore. You can tell Dr. Calamity wants to take his nephew home.

What do you do?

>Move on to Gerard. The Ghoulzilla stuff needs to be addressed.
>Before Victor goes, ask him if the policewoman was Yareli or someone else.
>Ask Victor where Ophelia is.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the day, we return when possible. Hopefully on Saturday!)

>>5758246
>>Before Victor goes, ask him if the policewoman was Yareli or someone else.
WE NEED TO KNOW.
>>Ask if he needs a hug. You know, its not weird if you are comforting a man over reliving his trauma.

>>5758246
>>Move on to Gerard. The Ghoulzilla stuff needs to be addressed.
>Thank Victor for sharing

>>5758260
+1 and add
>Thank Victor for sharing
THEN
WE'RE NOT LETTING THIS SLIMEBALL ESCAPE
>Move on to Gerard. The Ghoulzilla stuff needs to be addressed

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You and Dr. Calamity help Victor to the bathroom by offering your shoulder! You two pull the big man without issues, he’s as heavy as you expected. The good doctor’s knee injury isn’t bugging him that much anymore, he won’t miss the cane, though you admit it helped him with the creepy vibes. This is the best way you can show your sympathy to Victor aside from verbally doing so, because hugging a man who just puked on himself is not the best decision. Not that you didn’t thank him for sharing, even hinting a little guilt for what happened, which Victor immediately shut you down for suggesting. On the way, you asked Victor if the police officer in the story was Yareli, he didn’t know her by name but after describing her appearance the knight didn’t hesitate to confirm it. You’d think an emotionless woman would be easy to forget, but what do you know? It’s not like you’ve forgotten her either.

You didn’t leave them until you made sure Victorious was fine. And by making sure, you mean Dr. Calamity told you that you were free to go have fun and that he’ll handle it.

Back at the aftermath party, you approach the man who made some interesting comments when you mentioned a certain Kaiju, and you’re going to inquire about it. Gerard is having a casual conversation with his former terrorist colleague. You’re not being sarcastic. It doesn’t appear like they’re at each other’s throats. Makes it easy for you to approach.

“Hey, Gerard, I need to talk to you.” You get the man’s attention.

“Aren’t you a little too intellectually challenged to enjoy the topics I discuss?” The pompous Gerard takes a sip of his beverage as he waits for your reaction.

“Still salty about earlier, huh?” You chuckle at this level of pettiness.

“Humor the champ, Cyclops.” Rooke nudges the former chef.

“Cyclops? As creative as ever, Peon. You must be really proud of what you have become.” Gerard retorts with so much disdain that even if the words he said were gibberish, everyone would still understand that he was being sardonic.

“You reacted like a cat touching water when I mentioned Ghoulzilla, why?” You need answers!

“My reaction may have indicated to you that I might have information on the matter, but it surely made it abundantly clear that I wasn’t interested in discussing the topic!” Gerard refuses to say a peep. “I’m not willing to talk about Giant Monsters of any kind! No giant lizards, no giant squids, and definitely no giant moths. Those who rave about those, deeply –DEEPLY— disturb me.”

“Don’t cut his legs here, man.” Rooke is pretending to be nice by backing you up, but all he wants is to make the Judge’s life a little more miserable.

“Hmph! Pardon? What’s in it for me? Whoever recounts their own traumatic experiences under these circumstances for no gain has my contempt and disapproval.” Gerard won’t help without getting something himself.

>>5759860


What do you do?
>Offer Gerard a chance to redeem himself next Poker Night. You’ll vouch for him if the others don’t want to invite him.
>Offer Gerard to make the greatest Fish Taco at a later date. He likes those, right?
>Tell Gerard that you’re going to snitch on him to Giorsal for wasting his time playing poker here instead of doing his Judge Duties. You don’t know if he’s slacking off, but you’re the King of Poker and can bluff.
>Write In.

>>5759861
>>Offer Gerard a chance to redeem himself next Poker Night. You’ll vouch for him if the others don’t want to invite him.

>>5759861
backing >>5759862

>>5759861
>>Offer Gerard to make the greatest Fish Taco at a later date. He likes those, right?

>>5759861
>>Offer Gerard a chance to redeem himself next Poker Night. You’ll vouch for him if the others don’t want to invite him.

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“Fine, I’ll vouch for you if you want to challenge me again next tournament.” You’ll leave that door open.

“For the honor of challenging you? Do you think that’s a prize? You think you’re worth beating?” Gerard feels offended by this offer.

“Clearly not since you keep losing to me.” You shrug. Gerard did not like that.

“He got you there, Patches.” Rooke nudges his former ally.

“Silence! It’s an open invitational, isn’t it? What do I need you for?” Gerard wants to make sure he isn’t being duped.

“You aren’t a prize either, Gerard. Don’t lie to yourself, you aren’t the friendliest guy out there. If you want a shot, I’ll make sure they let you in.” You clarify.

“Something so meager cannot satisfy me on its own. I want the rest of your beverage as well.” Gerard’s pettiness knows no bounds.

“Sure, have it…” You hand over your Sorangeda… It’s more empty than full at this point.

“Now you know deep in your soul that we all have to make sacrifices for our own interests.” Gerard takes the can and holds it with his thumb and index finger. He really didn’t want it.

“The art of the deal, everyone.” Rooke laughs in Gerard’s face.

“So, tell me what you know without, huh, embellishments.” You remember that Gerard is a known liar.

“We’ll call him out as he goes.” Rooke knows the one-eyed chef’s tricks.

“To doubt the word of a distinguished gentleman only speaks volumes about your lack of refinement and character. The deal is sealed, so I’ll begin sharing my tale.” Gerard won’t tolerate being looked down upon. “Ah, yes, the foul beast known as Ghoulzilla. It all happened in Topaka’s Fear Valley, by the Dark Lagoon of Hamje, near the metropolis of the same name. I was there on a spiritual journey to recharge my chakras. Meditating. I felt like I was surrounded by a thick dark fog. Then I heard a strange noise, and without fear, I checked what the source was. There I saw them, a group of adventurers looking for the legendary being – not the Tsunami Karp as many would’ve assumed – but the ghostly reptile you’re so interested in instead.”

“Who exactly?” You want some names!

“Do you think I remember the name of every single person I encounter? It’s a genius’ sin to be a little callous.” Gerard plays with his hair all smugly. You wouldn’t say he’s only a *little* callous…

“If the event is as traumatic as you claimed to be, yee, I do.” You nod.

“I’ll indulge you this time. If my great memory serves me correctly, they were two middle school girls called Madotsuki and Starphase, a Plague Doctor that went by Heidi, two juvenile delinquents named Bruce and Margaret, and a random homeless man who was leading which, for all the great arts and crafts in world, I cannot remember the complex name of.” Gerard was there with Victor’s sister?! Small world.

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>>5760022

“Interesting. Go on.” You heard about a Bruce before, but from who?

“They insisted on bringing me along due to my ability to see through the aforementioned dark fog, in which the giant lizard has been spotted before. I agreed in exchange for a sandwich.” Gerard remembers the sandwich fondly. “Then by following some shady book’s instructions that one of the girls was carrying, we reached the thickest part of the dark clouds, then like crossing through the line between dream and reality we went through, we were at the center of this hurricane! The smoke was twirling around us and in its center… It showed up! Ghoulzilla…!”

“What happened next?” Rooke doesn’t like the dramatic pause and wants Gerard to continue talking.

“I’m a storyteller, Knightly! I’m painting you a world! I’m working on a beautiful piece here! Be patient!” Gerard demands decorum.

“You’re working my nerves, just keep talkin’!” Rooke demands the painting finished now!

“We were all speechless. Some paralyzed from fear. The foul beast looked down on us, and…” Gerard clears his throat, looking objectively bothered. “…it cried.”

“Cried?” Rooke doesn’t get it. But you kind of do. “Like a baby?”

“Like beasts do! It screeched! It… screeched like a wounded animal…” Gerard isn’t comfortable sharing anymore. “I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t realize it at that moment. Many of the details of this event dawned on me in hindsight. I was afraid for my safety and the others. And so, I urged everyone to escape. The Plague Doctor grabbed one of the girls, I grabbed the other, the delinquents had each other, and nobody cared about the bum. We started to flee, but then—”

“The big boy started to chase you?” Rooke points out they’re dealing with a wild animal.

“If it did, I wouldn’t be standing here, you idiotic lettuce!” Gerard scoffs. “One of the girls, Madotsuki, asked us to stop. Then said, there was no need to run, the monster was in pain or something childish.” He mocks. “She then walked forward, with the Plague Doctor and one of the delinquents by each side, and petted the monster. And for a brief moment, all the negative energy left the monster… AND GUESS WHERE IT WENT?! YEAH, THROUGH ME! I HAD ALL MY CHAKRAS OPEN AND THIS DESPICABLE TOAD HAD THE IDIOTIC IDEA OF CLEANSING THE SPIRIT OF A MYTHICAL CREATURE?! I RELIVED THE TRAUMA OF GENERATIONS AND GENERATIONS OF SOME STUPID EXTINGUISHED CIVILIZATION IN ONE GO! YOU LOT HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PAINFUL IT WAS?!”

“No.” You shake your head.

“Nope.” Rooke shakes his head.

“Let me tell you, it wasn’t dandy in the very least. Then the dino ghost left, I supposed, I was too occupied within a turmoil of never-ending pain to be aware. What a harrowing experience. Any questions?” Gerard feels better with that out of his system.

>>5760023


Any questions?

>No. Okay, that’s enough for the day. Go back to sleep.
>Raise your hand. Gerard mentioned there were other things he noticed in hindsight. Ask what those other things were.
>Raise your hand. Ask Gerard if he relived the trauma of the people of Chi-Athua.
>Raise your hand. Ask Gerard how he can experience so much pain in his life and still be an asshole.
>Write In.

>>5760024
>>No. Okay, that’s enough for the day. Go back to sleep.

>>5760024
>Raise your hand. Ask Gerard if he relived the trauma of the people of Chi-Athua.

>>5760024
>Raise your hand. Ask Gerard if he relived the trauma of the people of Chi-Athua.

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“Gerard.” You get serious as you raise your hand. The noble Judge gives you the word. “Did you relive the trauma of the people of Chi-Athua?”

“Those again?” Rooke recalls that you asked him a similar question. He’s starting to get interested in your fixation on the pod people.

“The Chihuahua people? Excuse me?” Gerard mishears you and disregards all deepness to what occurred to him. “I didn’t see any monstrous beings like those you describe. And even if I did, my suffering was so immeasurable during this torment, I couldn’t give a Scooby Doo(*) about the specifics of those harrowing images.”

In other words, Ghoulzilla is somehow carrying part of the will of Chi-Athua, and this asshole couldn’t have cared less. Great.

“The dark aura emanating from this Ghoulzilla were flames, huh?” Rooke puts it together.

“It is my hypothesis that, at the very least, it was his strong spiritual energy manifesting.” Gerard confirms.

“That’s telling.” Rooke seems to have understood something.

“In what way? Are you starting to understand the complexity of my character and what I went through?” Gerard believes he has given enough hints to show that he’s an incredible human being.

“Nah, I remember when you experienced something similar.” Rooke puts his index finger on Gerard’s sweater.

“And?” The Judge slaps away the man’s finger.

“Bet you were trying to steal that monster’s powers, you rascal.” Rooke grins.

“F-False, I was attempting to tame it. We were in danger. Children were present. You don’t have to create the worst possible narrative about me just out of spite! You need facts!” Gerard feels offended.

“And you didn’t have to lie!” Rooke calls him out!

“Lie?! Isn’t history just the exaggerated truth?!” Gerard doesn’t see it that way.

“It’s fine, Gerard. Thanks for sharing.” Despite him being a dubious source, you thank him.

“You overgrown sprout, you’re not going to get in my good graces just because you’re polite every now and then.” Gerard crosses his arms. “You have much to pay for. And, in time, you will – G-GET YOUR FILTHY HAND AWAY FROM THAT POCKET!”

“...” You move it away since the message has been received.

“Salty ass bitch.” Rooke coughs.

“Silence, traitor.” Gerard retorts with disdain.

“You made that up!” Rooke’s smile goes away.

“Like I said, history is the exaggerated truth!” Gerard has the last laugh.

Cool, you left them at each other’s throats, totally opposed to how you found them. Oh well…

Now it’s really getting late, you’ll probably return to your apartment and hit the bed as soon as you can. Ruby, Bradford Jr., and Suan De must be there by now. And, sadly, you resume School tomorrow… If you decide to stay any longer here, you’re not going to be 100% in the morning.

>>5760084
What do you do?

>You said it, go straight to bed. Time to get really comfy! Heck, you’ll sleep with your stupid trophy!
>There’s still people you want to talk to. you’re an adult, you can stay up as late as you want… (Write In.)
>Write In.

(*) Scooby Doo is not canon in the quest.


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

>>5760086
>You said it, go straight to bed. Time to get really comfy! Heck, you’ll sleep with your stupid trophy!

>>5760086
>>You said it, go straight to bed. Time to get really comfy! Heck, you’ll sleep with your stupid trophy!

>>5760086
>You said it, go straight to bed. Time to get really comfy! Heck, you’ll sleep with your stupid trophy!

>>5760086
>You said it, go straight to bed. Time to get really comfy! Heck, you’ll sleep with your stupid trophy!

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You gotta be a good dorky student in front of Mr. Hogg, so you don’t have any other option but to call it quits. You bid everyone farewell one by one, the 20+ people in this room. Then, you grab your stupid trophy to bring it home. With one foot out the door, Bodyguard Gonzales calls for your attention.

“Hey, before you go, champ. Here.” Gonzales hands you a platinum ticket with a light boat motif. “I’m supposed to pass these out to incredible gamblers I find.”

“Oh man…” You mutter to yourself in disappointment for it not being an apology teddy bear. “Thanks. What is it for?”

“It’s an invitation for an international gambling event. People from all over the world come and try their luck.” Gonzales tries to make it sound exciting. “Date’s on there.”

“Is it a Ka-Shing thing?” You know it’s right up his alley.

“No, it’s funded by an anonymous group of benefactors from way back when. It’s a long-standing tradition, you see. However, the boss was last year’s winner. The ticket sells for a good penny if you aren’t interested in participating.” Gonzales has never put much thought into how it works.

“I’ll look into it…” You pocket the ticket, then you wonder something. “Wait, why are you handing these out?”

“I’m a certified member of the Prancijanian Gambling Association. Part of the gig.” Gonzales shows his plaque.

“That’s pretty cool.” You nod. “Well, thanks again, and see ya!” You struggle to fit the trophy out of the door, and finally leave the place. Now you have to figure out how to lift this through the stairs…

After magically managing to bring your trophy to your apartment, you’re back! Suan De is already sleeping, covered with some sheets, you imagine Ruby handed those over. Bradford is sleeping on the arm of the couch, always vigilant of the Dragon’s moves. To not disturb the scene, you quietly drag your stupid award to your room. Inside, without much else to do, you hit the bed good night…

…

It’s Monday, June 26th, and today is your triumphant return to classes! It’s been a while! At least, when it comes to this school. You can’t believe that the first thing you ever did after time-traveling was attend school. What a loser you are.

Moving on, you better prepare for a long day! You actually woke up earlier than anticipated, so you have the benefit of being the first one on your feet.

What do you do?

>Prepare for the day and go to school. Act like it’s an ordinary day!
>Address Suan De’s situation as soon as you can or things will be awkward.
>Sneak around and investigate the field. Is Ruby at ease sleeping with a stranger in another room? Is Bradford Jr. comfortable around a dragon? Is Suan De sleeping okay? You will find answers to all of this!
>Write In.

>>5760731
>>Sneak around and investigate the field. Is Ruby at ease sleeping with a stranger in another room? Is Bradford Jr. comfortable around a dragon? Is Suan De sleeping okay? You will find answers to all of this!

>>5760731
>Prepare for the day and go to school. Act like it’s an ordinary day!

>>5760731
>Prepare for the day and go to school. Act like it’s an ordinary day!
Oh boy oh man, I fucking love education!

>>5760731
>Prepare for the day and go to school. Act like it’s an ordinary day!

>>5760731
Got here late oh well
>Write In.
Make breakfast for Ruby and Suan
>Prepare for the day and go to school. Act like it’s an ordinary day!

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You get ready like it’s any other day. There’s not much to say after packing your bag, taking a shower, and putting your uniform on. No feelings come to the surface, what’s mundane is mundane for good reason. With this early start, you felt the need to get breakfast ready for everyone – and, obviously, you serve your pet his bowl of food. Bradford Jr. appreciates it.

While moving around, you noticed Ruby wearing a special onesie for a brief moment. One that you’ve never seen before. You didn’t bring it up since you were putting down the plates for this morning’s meal. Despite the noises, Suan De maintains her sleep. Instead of bugging her to join you two, you come over to her with a tray of all her food. You gently nudge her and put breakfast on her lap.

Suan De looked confused, then alert, then confused again, then disappointed, then impressed, then tried to dissimulate it. You pat her head and told her to enjoy the meal. She didn’t know how to react, and you went back to the table with Ruby before she learned how.

You and Ruby have a casual conversation, you’re glad she’s doing well and the band efforts are going swimmingly! That’s what every good manager wants to hear. Since you’re both pressed for time, you left it at that and left the apartment to do your duty. Not without telling everyone to take care!

Suan De didn’t say a thing but stared down at her drink. Confused beyond belief. The one thing she never expected was for nobody to address her situation.

You can feel it. Today is going to be a long day at school.

With which duo do you meet up on your way to school?

>Scarlet and Matilda.
>Henry and George.
>Yu Yan and Nariko.
>Mystery Box Option.
>Write In.

>>5760801
>>Mystery Box Option.

>>5760801
>Mystery Box Option.

>>5760801
>Mystery Box Option.

>>5760801
>Mystery Box Option
What's in the fucking box?

>>5760801
>Henry and George.

>>5760879
>Ask more details about the working relationship between them and your fan club.

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Right outside the apartment building, you spot two vaguely familiar limousines (long cars?) waiting. How curious.

…Two vaguely familiar limousines? Now you’ll have to add that phrase to the list of things that you never thought you would think at any point of your life. You wonder if Ruby has similar ones every now and then. Anyway, due to where they are parked, you have no other option but to cross paths with them. The window of the leading one lowers for you.

“Yoo-hoo! Johnny! It’s us! Eloise & Phoebe! Your new friends who you promised to never abandon under any circumstances!” Eloise calls you over! That’s why you recognized the long cars!

“We’re here to give you a ride to your subpar school with deteriorating infrastructure and laughable financial backing, Johnny!” Phoebe sticks her head out farther than Eloise. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Heh, we’ll make sure you’ll get that mediocre education who the people of your family’s salary bracket so desperately need, Johnny!” Eloise nods.

“It’s you, girls! It’s nice to see you.” You smile at them, even though you are a little weirded out by how clingy this is.

“My thoughts exactly, please come in!” Phoebe opens the door immediately for you.

“Heh, those were my thoughts first.” Eloise wants to show her superiority. “Regardless, we have much to talk about! Let’s make the most of this casual interaction!”

“Sure, as long as we’re all nice to each other.” You’ll play the peacemaker inside the limo. “Are Nariko and Yu Yan not coming?”

“No…” Phoebe looks heartbroken. “We can’t. We can only support her from the shadows.”

“As the daughter of a politician, I understand this very well.” Eloise looks crestfallen as well. “But as long as they can use my vehicle for my BF’s campaign, I’m overjoyed.”

“Indeed, our friends’ happiness will always come first!” Phoebe agrees. The limousine starts running towards your school. “But as far as political moves go, we have a surprise for you, Johnny!” Phoebe looks so excited now and waits for her partner to give the notice!

“Heh, we’ve established a working relationship with your fan club!” Eloise smirks.

“What?” You almost forgot that is a thing. And, huh, it wasn’t a form of bullying. You’re not dumb enough to believe something so stupid. Or maybe you’re dumb enough to believe it’s an actual thing. Life is complicated.

“Now we are able to show our support within your school!” Phoebe claps in excitement.

Too much news, and none of it makes sense; you have to navigate this better…

>>5760890

What do you do?

>Ask more details about how they’re supporting Yu Yan’s campaign.
>Ask more details about the working relationship between them and your fan club.
>Ignore all this delirium and show them more pictures of Bradford Jr. for them to enjoy! Spend some friendly time with your weird new friends!
>Write In.


(Last Reply of the day, we continue tomorrow)

>>5760888

For some reason, the post disappeared. What the hell?

>>5760892
>>Ask more details about the working relationship between them and your fan club.

>>5760892
>Ask more details about the working relationship between them and your fan club.

>>5760892
>Ask more details about the working relationship between them and your fan club

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“How’s this working relationship come about?” You need more details because to call this bizarre would be an understatement.

“It all started when Phoebe found their online fan page on social media.” Eloise gives her ally the props she deserves.

“We wanted the rights for ourselves, so we started negotiations! It was Eloise’s moment to shine.” Phoebe adjusts her glasses. You do the same out of instinct.

“We were immediately shut down, their devotion didn’t have a price, or so they said.” Eloise crosses her arms and taps her foot rapidly. “I knew we were in good company, so I asked to borrow the rights instead. Now, thanks to me, we have our own branch at our school!” You don’t know if Galishoff will approve of it.

“Don’t forget we bought some shares too!” Phoebe is super excited by this prospect. “We’re funding all Johnny Fan club-related projects. That's my idea and mine alone!”

“I-It’s a non-profit, Johnny! Suing us isn’t worth your time even if you could afford it.” Eloise really didn’t want Phoebe to say a peep about that. “I’d be more than willing to share my lawyer team with you in any other circumstances. I promise! True besties share the same lawyers!”

“I’m more confused than ever. What are you *actually* funding?” This all started with you questioning if the fan club is real or not, now it sounds more implausible than ever.

“Everything! You’d be surprised how costly these tiny school clubs are!” Eloise chuckles like a despot. She’s ready for the business world.

“We’re planning on expanding to other schools as well. I even heard some universities were interested.” Phoebe politely giggles.

“Now, as part of our agreement, we need to deliver you directly to the fan club once we reach your destination. To demonstrate our loyalty." Eloise points out. “As long as you agree, of course.”

“We would never do something to make you uncomfortable, Johnny!” Phoebe adores you!

“Heh, we’ll always have your back no matter what!” Eloise will do anything for you!

You’re approaching your school, if you don’t say anything, you’ll be thrown to your group of kidnappers…

What do you do?

>Tell them that the Johnny Fan Club kidnapped you once and that you aren’t interested in whatever this is.
>You want to see the extent of this lunacy. You’ll meet with the Johnny Fan Club once you get to school.
>You don’t want to think about this, so, instead, you’re going to show these two girls more pictures of Bradford Jr. to have a good time before classes!
>Write In.

>>5761578
>>You want to see the extent of this lunacy. You’ll meet with the Johnny Fan Club once you get to school.

>>5761578
>You don’t want to think about this, so, instead, you’re going to show these two girls more pictures of Bradford Jr. to have a good time before classes!

>>5761583
+1

>>5761578
>You don’t want to think about this, so, instead, you’re going to show these two girls more pictures of Bradford Jr. to have a good time before classes!

>>5761587
I'll change to this

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If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t really want to think about this. Like, the implications and the scope of it all makes matters too muddy to be comprehended. Besides, it’d be a waste of time to overthink it now when you can have some fun with these two snobby-but-somewhat-good-intentioned girls.

“Thank you.” You pull out your phone. “Wanna see some of my cat pictures before the ride is over?”

“Undoubtedly! Heh, I cannot think of a better activity than to feast my eyes on that handsome rounded furry bundle of joy!” Eloise loves the idea more than you do!

“The first time you showed him to me, I couldn’t help but remember my BF’s words. You do seem to have a considerable amount of affection for rotund creatures like him or Edamura.” Phoebe throws the comment as she adjusts her clothing. “The considerable amount of pics you have of both are proof of that.”

“P-Please, don’t look at my phone unless I’m showing it to you.” You politely ask Phoebe to not be rude. You might want to delete the cute pictures of people enjoying your food.

“All I want to say is that you have my permission to take as many photos of me as you see fit! I’ll always be ready!” Phoebe puffs her hair upwards. “I’d love to have one or two of you in return. But, send one whenever you feel comfortable!”

“In contrast, I’ll send you as many pictures of Voidfried regardless of whether you want them or not.” Eloise won’t negotiate on this. Her cat will be loved.

“Sure, thanks!” You admit that you won’t feel guilty about taking pictures of either of them when they’re smiling! “Now, here’s my big boy! Isn’t he cute?”

“Heh, simply the best, Johnny! Simply the best!” Eloise wants to hug your cat so badly.

You aren’t sure how much time you spent inside the limousine (long car), but you and your friends had a blast watching cat videos and talking about their own pets while at it. Phoebe is more of a dog person, but she didn’t feel out of her depth sharing stories, and neither of you made her feel left out. You don’t have to say much about Eloise, she had fun, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think her cat is more important to her than her own life. Interestingly, Phoebe had no idea about Voidfried or the amount of affection Eloise had for him.

Anyway, you arrived at school a while ago, but distractions are called like that for a reason. You’re dangerously close to the starting time, so you better hurry up! You part ways with your friendly rich girls! Their school starts an hour later. They said their school board found out that waking up later is more beneficial to their students…

So, yeah, despite having a ride, you’re running late! You’re running along with the slackers! And if you don’t move fast, you’ll be officially late!

>>5761692

Who do you meet with while running?!

>Trent. Your favorite delinquent friend!
>Gwendoline. Your favorite delinquent member of your fan club! Allegedly…
>Sammi. Your least favorite classmate…
>A teacher. You’re late late!
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, sorry for the short session.)

>>5761693
>>Trent. Your favorite delinquent friend!
We're gonna be late, aren't we?

>>5761693
>Write In
Bruna (what's she carrying?) and Trent

>>5761745
+1

>>5761693
>>Trent. Your favorite delinquent friend!

>>5761693
>>5761745
+1

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With as high athletics as you have, the dangers of running late aren’t as risky for you as for other students, that doesn’t mean you need to slack off - but you can, and you will. You take it easy and catch up with a familiar-looking Dewitt first, it’s Bruna! And she’s carrying a massive bag, the fact she can run at the speed with that on makes you believe this mad sheep is, not only stubborn, but more athletic than she lets know!

“Hey, Bruna.” You run alongside the mountain sheep of the Dewitts.

“Hey, Phil, err, Johnny! It’s Johnny, right? Long time no see, cowboy!” Bruna is deceptively fast. The way she rams forward reminds you of a certain cool individual… “W-Wow! Now I get what happened to Rora!” She turns red after giving you a good look!

“What happened to her?” Last time you saw her she was being a good student!

“No time to explain! Look for her!” Bruna feels like she’s doing her sister a favor.

“By the way, I thought your school building was on the next street.” You’re at the Green Foothill High School, the building of the Middle School and below portion are in a different area. In fact, it’s quite far away.

“I’m taking a shortcut! If I go over the back fence, the teachers over there won’t see me.” Bruna has this planned. “It’s my own magic trick.”

As you catch up with each other in conversation, you catch up with another student you want to, err, catch up too! It’s Trent, and unlike everyone else who thinks they’re running in an action movie, he’s just walking without a care in the world. You wouldn’t pay much attention to him since you’re talking with Bruna, but she’s the one who talks to him!”

“Big Trent!” Bruna stands in front of Trent. “I’m here!”

“I can see that.” Trent reveals a tiny smirk on his face upon seeing the brutal Dewitt.

“What’s going on? What’s in the bag anyway, Bruna?” You realize there’s a lot that you don’t understand from this situation.

“Oh? This? It’s my bag of tricks, gadgets, and snacks. Cool, isn’t it?” Bruna hands you some Snackos.

“I like it, and thank you.” You approve as you grab the cheap snacks.

“Heh, I knew you would.” Bruna pumps her chest. “Big Trent, it’s cannonball time.” Bruna throws a soda can towards Trent. He catches it inside his bag.

“Bust their asses, kid.” Trent grabs Bruna by the waist… and launches her from the school entrance to over the fence of the other school building! Olympians would be jealous.

“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!” Bruna flies off like a bullet and lands safely using a parachute that comes from her big bag. “Bye Johnny! Bye Big Trent!”

…

Wait, Trent doesn’t have any powers. How the fuck did he do that?

>>5762610

What do you do?

>“Do you do this often?” You’re worried about Bruna’s safety.
>“What the fuck?” Ask for an explanation like a scholar would do.
>“So, how have you been? Any cool stories to share?” Act casual.
>Write In.

>>5762612
>>“So, how have you been? Any cool stories to share?” Act casual.

>>5762612
>“Do you do this often?” You’re worried about Bruna’s safety.

>>5762614
Sure, this

>>5762612
>“So, how have you been? Any cool stories to share?” Act casual.

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“Do you do this often?” You’re concerned about Bruna’s safety.

“A couple of times.” Trent sounds beat up by life.

“And is it safe?” You address your worries.

“She keeps coming back.” Trent shrugs his shoulders as lackadaisically as you’ve ever seen him.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.” You point out.

“It does if you use your brain.” Trent isn’t going to dilly dally on the issue. “She’s 14, she can do whatever the hell she wants.”

“No, she actually can’t, and it’s better if you don’t encourage something so dangerous.” You retort.

“Speaking from experience?” The monotone-sounding Trent shows hints of some life.

“I didn’t throw Ame around.” You are not the greatest brother, but you haven’t crossed that line.

“You should have.” Trent loves his senseless violence. “I’ll get to school early so you can shut the fuck up.”

“Works for me. I’ll tell Bruna’s sister to help her get to school on time.” You text Rora to make sure this doesn’t need to happen again.

“Johnny.” Trent nudges you before entering the school building, you almost drop your phone.

“Huh?” You say as you finally step inside with him. The place is drowned in Student Council Presidential campaign material. A lot of posters to Vote Yu, and even the other candidates. There’s gonna be a special debate later down the line.

“Happy Holidays.” Trent hands you a paper bag as he walks away.

There’s a bunch of money inside, all disorganized. Is it the money he owed you from *that* event? The 5000 Gor$? You have the hunch there’s a little more, but you can’t say for certain.

What do you do?

>Keep the money. Thank Trent.
>“Where did you get this?” Act concerned.
>“I don’t need this, you know? Keep it.” Hand the money bag back.
>Write In.

Who do you meet with during the first break?

>Matilda. Ask her about Suan De.
>Scarlet. Must update Bubbles about the recent happenings.
>Yu Yan and Nariko. Their campaign is out of control, so you’ll talk about the band instead.
>Terry and associates. It’s been a while since you have seen your pal.
>Tell Trent that you’ll talk to him later.
>Confront the Johnny Fan Club.
>Look for Henry and George. Talk about your victory yesterday.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we return on Thursday most likely!)

>>5762712
>>5762712
>>Keep the money. Thank Trent.
>Scarlet. Must update Bubbles about the recent happenings.

>>5762712
>Keep the money. Thank Trent.
>Look for Henry and George. Talk about your victory yesterday.

>>5762712
>Write In.
"Trent, what if I needed you to give me information and back me up soon in exchange for this money? I beat the current Spy Dragon up yesterday and secured her services. I doubt her former employers are going to let that go. I could use someone who's more familiar with that world to back me up and help me out. Also what does shaving that gap in your eyebrows mean?"

>Scarlet. Must update Bubbles about the recent happenings.

>>5762721
+1

>>5762790
Look at the guy. He's had shit happen to him since the last time we saw him. What killed his madman fire this hard?

>>5762838
WAIT NO, I MEANT
>“I don’t need this, you know? Keep it.” Hand the money bag back

>>5762838
I think it's because Nina's been forcing him to attend classes.

>>5762712
>Keep the money. Thank Trent.
>Look for Henry and George. Talk about your victory yesterday.

>>5762790
This

>>5762848
That crushed his soul THIS much?

>>5762880
Have you ever even been to Nina's classes? It's a marvel he lasted this long!

>>5762790
supporting. this man looks like he needs all that dough. and some sleep. and actual food.

>>5762712
Changing my vote completely from
>>5762838
>>5762839
to backing >>5762790

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“Wait. Trent, what if I needed you to give me information and back me up soon in exchange for this money?” You catch the delinquent’s attention, he stops in his tracks and turns back. His expression remains more or less the same. “I beat the current Spy Dragon up yesterday and secured her services. I doubt her former employers are going to let that go. I could use someone familiar with that world to back me up and help me out.”

Trent looks down at the paper bag then back up at you. “I don’t give a fuck about any damn money. It’s yours. Take it.” He raises his hand before you say a word back, he isn’t finished. “But this sounds right up my alley; if you can get Uccelli’s fat ass off my fucking shoulder, I’ll scorch the earth for ya. I know how to handle the business. Capiche?”

“Is that really all I have to do?” You question if this is an equal deal. He knows how dangerous all of this is! Is he underselling it?

“You should know by now that I only ask favors for shit I can’t deal with.” Trent’s honesty has always been his strong suit. Is Nina that bad?

“Right, I’ll see what I can do. Just don’t call her that…” You know Nina is self-conscious about her rear, not to the same extreme as Scarlet, but she’d probably think this is rude.

“Don’t be a bitch.” Trent sneers. “I know you like her for the flame shit, but I spend all my ‘Ms. Uccellis’ in front of her, I reserve the right to shit on her and her dump truck behind her back if I wanna.”

“But I don’t like when you talk shit about my friends.” You try to be overly nice here.

“And you want me to think you do that for me?” Trent thinks that he has gotten you with this.

“I stop them from talking shit behind your back, yeah.” You don’t reserve this right only for your comfy teachers. And well, you defend people when it’s appropriate, not when it is in good fun.

“Why? It’s the only place they can.” Trent is perplexed.

“It isn’t when I’m around.” You shake your head. It’s not like you can defend him much, he’s not exactly the best of people.

“Ha. What a standup guy you are.” Trent actually liked that. “Still, I need her to ease up. That woman is overbearing.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You adjust your glasses. “But remember, she’s doing this to help you.”

“That’s why I’m not cussing her out. See ya when you get it done.” Trent assumes you will do it.

“Have fun in class!” You wave. Then both of you stop to sigh. None of you want to attend class…

The first class is the former Janitor’s. Remember Mr. O’Brien? No? He always existed, and he’s actually very good at this job – so you enjoyed it. Literature has never been this fun.

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>>5764157

Anyway, during your first break, you decided to catch up with Scarlet and tell her about all the things you’ve done after exiting the Bubble. This is an impromptu Nameless Meeting. You’re right outside the building near the edge of the steps to enjoy the cold day. Scarlet went through all range of emotions, from interested, to surprised, to sad, to annoyed! She wasn’t annoyed about not being part of the mission to rescue Billy – since she knew about it from Nina and trusted everyone to do a good job —no, something else pissed her off…

“You met Ambition-P and you didn’t tell me?!” Scarlet is very angry about this.

“Scarlet, I bested a Judge in a duel, found the crown, rescued an ally, and got a crystal piece, and this is what annoys you?” You frown.

“U-Uh, t-that’s fair.” Scarlet feels bad for getting angry. “But I’m a huge fan! Like super big! Her music helped me through those rough times…” Scarlet remembers the aftermath of her fluffy companion’s parting.

“Oh, I had no idea. Sorry.” You feel bad back.

“As long as I can meet her, I won’t get mad!” Scarlet smiles from ear to ear from the excitement.

“Oh, for a moment, I thought you wanted to join the band.” You didn’t think of her as a candidate, but, for a brief moment, you thought it was going to be an issue.

“You crazy? That’s too much for me.” Scarlet says words she’ll never say about ice cream. “Thanks for telling me! This is getting wild! We have the upper hand over everyone now. I think we can plan what our next step should be. Right?”

You have a lot of things that you can potentially do, like Scarlet says, you have the upper hand, meaning that you can do whatever the hell you want.

What’s the plan long term?

>No plan. You’re going to continue taking things easy.
>Your next objective needs to be helping Fiora against the White flames.
>Your next objective needs to be saving Crossbill. She’s your bestie.
>Your next objective needs to be taking down the Mafia.
>Write In.

What’s the plan for the next break?

>Meet with Nina to convince her not to bother Trent.
>Matilda. Ask her about Suan De.
>Yu Yan and Nariko. Their campaign is out of control, so you’ll talk about the band instead.
>Look for Henry and George. Talk about your victory yesterday.
>Confront the Johnny Fan Club.
>Write In.

>>5764158
>>Your next objective needs to be saving Crossbill. She’s your bestie.
>Meet with Nina to convince her not to bother Trent.
If we save her, she can help us with the others

>>5764158
>Your next objective needs to be saving Crossbill. She’s your bestie.
>Meet with Nina to convince her not to bother Trent.

>>5764158
>>Your next objective needs to be saving Crossbill. She’s your bestie.
>Confront the Johnny Fan Club.

>>5764171
On second thought, backing this

>>5764171
+1
The madness MUST end

>>5764158
>Your next objective needs to be saving Crossbill. She’s your bestie.
>Confront the Johnny Fan Club.

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(Forgot to put it in the last post, but I’m reserving the eyebrow question for next time you see Trent!)

You haven’t changed your mind since the moment you knew about it, when your bestie needs you, you’ll heed the call – your biggest objective is to save Crossbill! You’re not going to leave anyone behind. You tell Scarlet your idea of what to do next, and the details about your connection with the fugitive bird. The redhead is more passionate than level-headed, even if she has a knack for having a cooler head when needed, an ice cream side-effect maybe? Regardless, the mission is daunting. To break into the most important prison in the country is the biggest challenge yet. Bernie might have had the strongest entity you know so far, but you don’t think you’ll be as lucky to dodge every challenge this time, and Scarlet knows that, but despite all that – the redhead can’t say no either.

“She’s legitimately your friend, right?” Scarlet wants to make 100% sure that you aren’t doing this for a random person. She knows about your hobo addiction. Suan De is a little too much for her!

“Absolutely, she’s my bestie.” You adjust your glasses. You never thought you’d ever say that about anyone, now look at you. Heck, the idea of a girlfriend wasn’t this alien to you.

“We’ll do it! Just promise me that we will really prepare even more than last time! Anything less than what we did against the cult and you’re jelly jam!” Scarlet wants you to over-perform. “But who can help us break in?” Finding allies against a common enemy isn’t hard, but when there’s no enemy? What should one do?

“We need to find another group of ragtag individuals capable of helping us break in!” You nod like what you just said added something to the conversation. “And, huh, nothing is stopping us from asking some allies for help again.”

“First and foremost, we need a map of the place! We can’t plan a prison break without a map.” Scarlet has seen enough movies to know it’s imperative.

You have a lot of allies who work for the police, there has to be someone who can help you out with this! You didn’t befriend a bunch of scummy assholes without something to gain!

Sadly, before you can decide on anything. The school bell rings! It’s time to return to class. You and Scarlet determine that, for now, you’re only on the planning stages, so it’s better if you sleep on it until either of you come up with something.

Another shitty class comes and goes, you can’t even remember what it was about, your knowledge is so high, that the lack of any new information made the whole event forgettable and skippable. You’re on a new break, and you know who you need to confront! The Johnny Fan Club! They’re not a group of bullies, they’re your fans! But they’re lunatics! Like all fanbases in all honesty… But you haven’t done anything worthwhile to have fans, less so crazy ones, so you must do something about it!

>>5764221


How do you confront the Johnny Fan Club?

>Head straight to the headquarters. The same room where they imprisoned you...
>Liu was the hiccup girl that lured you to their trap. Confront her first and go from there.
>Look for Matilda. Your master capitalized on the issue, she must help you now to make up for it.
>Confront Gwendolyne, the unpatted one. You thought her being a member was the key proof to determine it was a bully group, but the truth is far more sinister. She’s a stinky stalker!
>Look for a teacher that can help you dissolve this group. One with a dump truck. Like Nina.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we return when we can! (Probably on Sunday))

>>5764222
>Liu was the hiccup girl that lured you to their trap. Confront her first and go from there.

>>5764222
>Liu was the hiccup girl that lured you to their trap. Confront her first and go from there.
She was cute

>>5764222
>>Liu was the hiccup girl that lured you to their trap. Confront her first and go from there.

>>5764222
>Liu was the hiccup girl that lured you to their trap. Confront her first and go from there.

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You’re going to face Liu, the Hiccup Girl, who lured you into the Fan Club’s trap. You’re going to be honest with yourself, without your willingness to cooperate, they probably wouldn’t have kidnapped you, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t rude of them to try.

Anyway, you aren’t exactly sure in which class she is in, but you’re going to find out with your sleuthing abilities. First, you’re going to ask Liu, who casually peeked through your classroom’s door for a brief moment as soon as the break began. She didn’t notice that you noticed.

…

Liu is right there! Fuck finding clues, you must seize the moment before she escapes! You walk away from the classroom to catch up with her in the hallway. She’s carrying a stack of books, so this meeting is clearly coincidental.

“Excuse me, Liu! Do you have a moment?” You’re not entirely sure how to tackle this subject, so you’ll be polite.

“J-J-Johnny, you remember my name?” Liu sounds as shy as last time. Her voice comes as low as Smalltilda’s stature, and she can’t bring herself to look at your face.

“Well, it’s not complicated.” You scratch your side cheek with your index finger.

“Ah?!” Liu thought you wouldn’t hear her if she was muttering. She takes a deep breath to give herself a moment to regain her composure. “H-How can I help you…?” The hiccup girl tried, but she can’t bring herself to look you in the eyes.

“It’s about the Johnny Fan Club, the–“

“I-I’M *hic* SO *hic* S-SORRY! *Hic* *hic* *hic*!” Liu bursts out into guilty hiccups, interrupting you. How guilt can manifest into a person hiccupping is beyond your understanding, but you’re clearly watching it. “I-I didn’t *hic* want that *hic* to happen! *Hic* *hic*!” She deeply regrets what happened last time.

Liu can’t handle the amount of guilt she’s feeling! Tears are forming in her eyes! Her hiccups are reaching a level of intensity never seen before! She regrets ever being part of such a devious organization, but most of all, she feels sorry about doing any type of harm to you.

Sadly, you’ll deal with the rest of the conversation next time! Thanks for playing, and see you next thread!

>>5765875
Thanks for the thread as always

>>5765875
Oh she's adorable.

>>5752900
I'm not a regular here but I always noticed your threads among others and I wanted to say good job!
It's inspiring to see you keeping the story alive for so long and drawing such nice art!