Rolled 96

>>28605305

PUNCH HIM!

So, it's best of 5 you said?

Rolled 89

>>28605305

>>28605305
I approve the two posts and I will not fuck them up with another roll. CONTINUE

Rolled 43

>>28605305

Rolled 1

>>28605305
>>28605419
>>28605424
Best 2 out of 5 I think he said.

But I think we're good.

Rolled 94

>>28605497
Or not...

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>>28605497

>>28605497

> YOU... you...
> Thanks for making me waste 2/3 of a post. Retyping.

>>28605497
God damn it. Really?

>>28605497
And this is why everyone should stop rolling when something above an 80 has been rolled.

>>28605546
You said best of 5!

I thought you wanted 5 roles!

>>28605419
>>28605497
So I'd hazard guess that we punch beardman near to out. And also hit ourselves, the girl, and presumably the nearest wall because OH GOD HOW DID THIS HAPPEN WE ARE NOT GOOD AT MARTIAL ARTS.

>>28605594
rolls*

Fuck I'm doing shitty.

> I think I'll take these, thanks.
> By the way, I was just going to say that 100 and 1 are the crits, and they override rolls. But you people know that now, I'm guessing. I'm not being mean, this is how all my quests have worked.

> 1: Well, you are a beginner...

Come on, come on, come on! You pull your fist behind your head and think fighting thoughts while advancing towards them. What was it that great-uncle always told you? Sink your stance! Settle your breath! Inhale and arch your body! That is how you throw a punch.

'But, don't you just use your arms to punch?' You said.

He simply laughed, took a rather manky table - solid wood, though - that he picked up off the street, and with a little sigh put his fist right through the wood. Shit! His hand was just two inches above the surface! 'You can't do this with your hand, son!'

> cont'd.

>>28605627

Yeah, of course, great-uncle's right. As you make the last step, all this comes into mind and falls perfectly into place - you take a deep breath, arch your body, feel the stability from your legs translate into forward momentum as you give a short yell and sway your shoulder. Whole body behind the punch! Oh yeah!

Except, seeing as you took three whole seconds to throw that punch, both fighters saw it coming from a mile off. The girl quickly grabbed the man's upper arm and attempted to pull him forward into it, but the man - shorter, heavier and apparently stronger - replies with a low stance, not budging an inch.

Then, as your punch swings forward, seeming to push all before it, he flashes a little smile before swivelling his stance.

The next thing you see before your fist connects with it is the girl's back - again, those toned but subtle shoulder muscles, the slight rise of her shoulder blades as her body is all tensed with resistance. 'No-' is what she manages to get out, before you slam full-force into her back, between the shoulder blades.

Oh, FUCK.

She doesn't even manage to say anything, like a mortally struck person in a kungfu film, before her knees buckle and she crumbles like a sack of potatoes. The man simply lets go of her now-limp hands, and then hops back to let her sprawl heavily on the tiled floor. You TWAT!

'Well, well,' he says, stepping over her head as she lies unconscious, 'you really *are* his descendant...'

> What the fuck do now, protag!
> Also, don't worry. As the I Ching says, at the peak of adversity comes prosperity. The 94/96 rolls will not be completely wasted.

>>28605752
Whoops.

>Run away from our shame.

>>28605752
punch him in his face

>>28605752

Time to get serious. Looks like we'll have to time our maneuvering for when he tries to do his secret technique of one-hit knockout.

>>28605752
Get back up, take stance and hold your ground.
Wait for him to make the move and then react.

>>28605752
Hit him again.

>>28605774

Seconding this. Shouldn't we just, like, run?

>>28605752
We're not cut out for this. We just wanted some food and internet, man.

>>28605752
God damn it.

He's expecting something slow, so feint another punch and then stomp on his foot, try to hit it a bit from the side and hit the ankle.

>>28605752
Hit him, if we run he'll probably chase us. Aim to fuck up his mobility, go for his feet, ankles, knees, something like that.

Once he's seriously slowed down then take the girl and run.

Rolled 85

>>28605866

Do it.

You glance down at the girl whom you so amply rewarded for coming to your aid and wince. Damn, you might want to work on punching faster... or more accurately, in the dojo. A little too late now, though.

But still, you're not going to let her lie here alone! Especially seeing as most of the people spectating seem disinclined to help at all. No, you're staying here with her, and fighting- okay, no, wait-

You back up as the man steps over her again, advancing slowly towards you. Okay. You can do this. Maybe if you tried to mess up his stability? When you think the timing is right, you move up and begin a flurry of attacks, aiming at his knees, feet, legs, shoulders. Yes, you'll hit his joints, and then you'll slow him down enough to give him another proper punch!

Your first kick is broken mid-swing by a little forward kick of his; a straighter kick simply rebounds off his other knee with no apparent effect. He's sunk into a stationary horse stance now, hands by his side, and you even catch the flicker of a grin as you throw fists at him and he swipes them away. He could easily lock you and beat the hell out of you, but he isn't.

Fucker's playing with you! Losing your cool, you try throwing a chop at his neck like he tried to do to you earlier, but he simply grabs your hand again, and this time he locks it against his neck and swivels so that you have no choice but to land on the floor as well, right next to the girl, lest your elbow be dislocated. The joint burns indignantly as you lie there, just in time to hear her sputter to consciousness.

Your attacker then glances up into the crowd, blinks, and looks down at you. 'Better practice more, you young fool,' he says.

And then he runs off, so that when the security comes, they see you on your back, she on her stomach, both of you dazed. This doesn't even look like *any* dodgy situation...

> What do/say to the security?
> Also, what do/say to the girl you just PUNCHED OUT?

>>28605992
Apologize to the girl of course. Offer to take her to Great Uncles place. Tell security about the dude.

>>28605992
>> What do/say to the security?
We were attacked!
>> Also, what do/say to the girl you just PUNCHED OUT?
Tell them that he knocked you out, okay?

"Hurry! Chase that man, he just attacked us!"

Get to a place safe and help her injury.

>>28605992
Well the witnesses ought to corroborate that it was someone else who attacked us. If security does ask anything tell them we were attacked, but don't really know anything else about the situation.

But for now, try to get up, apologize to the girl, help her up if we can manage that.

Say we have a lot of questions about what is going on and ask if she'd mind giving us some answers over some tea back at our Great Uncle's place.

>>28606065
>>28606036
>>28606034

'What the hell is this?' There's three security people shoving their way through the crowd, and you just about manage to sit up as they approach, surrounding you and the girl. 'What happened?'

'There was a man...' oof, that knocked the wind out of you as well, that fall. You point weakly in the direction where he escaped, down the aisle, but security just frown and give their best sheep-stare at where you're pointing.

'There's many men there, you. What happened to *her*? Is she okay?'

'She's, uh... look, everyone here's seen the fight, some guy was attacking me. She was, like... she was trying to help me...' as you speak you can hear her cough and sputter while attempting to get into a more upright position, so you're really just buying time and support from the audience meanwhile. Except the support from the audience isn't forthcoming. You bastards! We gave you a street fight and want your help to get out of trouble and you're just staring at us! Stop staring!

'Look, you're just babbling,' the leading officer says, and reaches to grip your shoulder. 'Come on. We'll take the two of you into the security office and-'

'No.' Oh, that's her speaking! She holds a hand up to stop them. 'No. I'm fine. He's right. Some guy... tried to steal his phone. I stopped him. Then the guy punched me and I fell.'

'So it wasn't him who attacked you?' ... well, it kind of was...

'No, not him. That thief's run off somewhere already!' You can't tell if she's feigning annoyance or truly riled. 'Go catch that guy, don't bother us!'

So that's what it takes to repel security in the City, you observe, watching them waddle away through the crowd.

> cont'd.

>>28606254

That done, you turn to look at your saviour - and victim - properly for the first time, from the front. She's quite slenderly built, but you know by now that's got nothing to do with how strong she actually is. The t-shirt - gym kit, really - is cut to show just a little hint of her cleavage.

Okay, okay, eyes up here please. Don't punch someone and then ogle her. You get on your feet and help her up, noting the strength of her grip again as she hauls herself up. She's a full head taller than you! 'Uh...'

'We go to cafe, maybe,' she cuts you off, and nods in a direction. Okay, you can do that.

Five minutes of crowd swimming later, you bring the tray of cappuccino and mocha to the table. She's got one hand behind her back, probably trying to rub the spot where you hit her, without much success. 'Oh, thanks.'

'No, no... thank you. For trying to help me out there.' You glance at how her ponytail moves when she nods, her hair a nice, slightly irregular dark blonde. 'Also, sorry for hitting you.'

'That was a *hard* hit. Do you do boxing or something?'

'Well, no, not really. I just, uh...' man, even if you want to start talking from somewhere, where the hell are you supposed to start? I inherited a huge house earlier this afternoon? When I was seven, my great uncle taught me to box and gave me backrubs? A week ago the old man died? Nothing really works. And the second one sounds rather icky, though it wasn't. 'Well, this is a little awkward, but I kind of have some questions to ask you. Would you mind if perhaps we could talk over at mine...?'

She looks up from her mocha at you. Heh, there's a little brown stain round her lips, which then lift into a sly smile. 'How honest is that request? Are you really asking me to talk, or...?'

Oh. Oh *dude*. Well, then again... you, uh, you really wouldn't... mind?

> What say to her? You don't even know her name yet, come think of it...

>>28606457
Why did that guy attack me?

>>28606457

"I meant to talk. But hey, it's up to you."

Ask her name, and get her home. And then ask who the hell was that.

>>28606457
Apologize, ask her name and give her a quick outline of what's going on, including the whole "Great Uncle want's me to work out and meditate" thing.

Mention that we haven't really done that for a long time and it was a lot of luck we hit her that hard.

>>28606457
"Hah! It is what you make of it. I approve of either."

>>28606503

Seconded

>>28606457
Introduce self first.
Ask her if she knows anything

>>28606457
"Honestly, I am most interested in getting some answers. I don't expect anything beyond that.

There's an awful lot I don't know about my Grand Uncle and this city, and if these things I don't know lead to getting attacked while buying groceries it seems pretty important to find out."

>>28606496
>>28606503
>>28606514
>>28606515
>>28606559
>>28606562

Right after she says that, the girl licks her lips, giving them a good once over, and you reflexively gulp. No, no, keep your cool. This is fine. 'Well... I meant to talk, honestly. But then, hey, it's up to you.'

'Where is this place exactly?'

'Oh, uh, kind of right at the outskirts of Lotus Ponds. It's near the West Lotus station?' You do notice her eyebrow going up a little at that, the hint of a nod. 'It's, well, it's quite a nice house.' Oh, of course - you introduce yourself, almost as an afterthought.

'I see. And yes, by the way also, I'm Anna.' She then puts down the cup and stands up. Wait, she's finished the mocha already? But it was really hot mocha... 'let's go, then? To your place?'

'Yeah, just... give me a second.' You fumble for the cup cover.

Both of you remain silent on the train as it rumbles and grumbles its way westwards, making it impossible to talk without raising your voice. Once you're out, though, Anna winces and stretches her back a little. Oh man. 'Look, I... haven't done any sort of martial arts for a really long time. So it was quite rotten luck I hit you that hard.'

'No, no, not rotten at all...' she listens as you give her an outline of your day so far - the house, the promise to work out and meditate, the... the great-uncle. 'Your great-uncle,' she says when you're at the gates, seeming prominently unsurprised. 'What's his name?'

'No one knows his name, really. People just call him Fourth Master, mostly.'

'I... see...' Anna follows you in and the stretches out on the couch.

> So, did you know that attacker or were you just passing by?
> How do you know Fourth Master?
> Nice house, isn't it? Want to see the library?
> Other.

>>28606781
>> So, did you know that attacker or were you just passing by?

>>28606781
>> So, did you know that attacker or were you just passing by?
>> How do you know Fourth Master?

>>28606781
> How do you know Fourth Master?

"I get the feeling that pretty much everyone here seems to know him in some respect. And the guy who attacked me said I really am 'his' descendant, though I don't know who 'he' is.

You know anything about this?"

>>28606854
second

>>28606854
Seems workable enough.

>>28606781
>> So, did you know that attacker or were you just passing by?

>>28606822
>>28606828
>>28606854
>>28606885
>>28606903

You plonk down on the armchair next to Anna's couch, and she glances at you. 'So... your questions? You seem like you had quite a lot of them.'

Of course you do. Questions like, why did you get attacked in a supermarket? Or, like, should you maybe call that Sandra later this evening? Or- but no, focus on the real questions. 'Right. First thing first. Who exactly was my great-uncle? I mean, you just kind of nodded when I told you about Fourth Master. And then all the people I've met today... well, not many, but still, they were all like 'mmm, Fourth Master'. It's like my great uncle was George Clooney or something.'

'Then you'd have a bigger house,' she replies. 'But, no, seriously - you don't know who your great-uncle was? Really?'

'I don't. I mean, I know he does kungfu, right. And... and that's about it, really. Didn't even know he had this house.'

'I see...' she still looks suspicious. 'Well, your great-uncle, Fourth Master, was one of the best fighters in the City. Actually, you know, he kind of was *the* best fighter in the City.'

> con'td.

>>28607041

'O... kay. So what's that got to do with me? Like, that guy who attacked me earlier, did he do that because I inherited the house and I'm the great-nephew?'

'Well... yes, somewhat.'

'Did you know that guy?'

'Yeah,' she admits, after a little pause. 'He's from one of the martial arts schools over at the Peninsula. Pretty good fighter, too. Must have been sent after you specifically, of course, or he wouldn't move on you in a supermarket...'

Dear god. Wait. So people are *after* you now. For being your great-uncle's Oh shit, is *that* why he wanted you to promise to meditate and exercise? In case you walked out in the street and got the living fuck beaten out of you?

As you ponder these horrible thoughts and consider the prospect of protecting the living fucks and keeping them within you - you need your living fucks, man! - Anna looks around, sitting up to look at the rack of weapons near the fireplace. 'Wow. Fourth Master really doesn't hide his roots. Are you living in this house alone? Do you intend to keep it that way? Feels a little lonely, no?'

> No, of course not.
> No, of course not. Are you interested?
> Wait, wait, so if he was following me, are *you* following me as well?!
> Other.

>>28607146
Option 3 because it seems the least lewwwd.

>>28607146
>> No, of course not.
>> Wait, wait, so if he was following me, are *you* following me as well?!

"I mean if you are, that's fine, but- That is, I would not be averse to- You must be a spy!"

>>28607146

> No, of course not. Are you interested?

Show her the rooms, in a totally renter way, if she says yes. We do need those renters.

>>28607146
>Option 3
I'm more interested in that but option 2 after

>>28607146
3

>>28607146
Options 2 and 3

>>28607146
"I'm planning on renting out rooms. If you're interested we can discuss that in a bit.

But first I have to ask something. It seems like a bit much of a coincidence that you just happened to be there. Were you following me as well?"

>>28607146
2 and 3

>>28607146
> Wait, wait, so if he was following me, are *you* following me as well?!
Depending on her answer:
> No, of course not. Are you interested?

>>28607146
>> No, of course not.
>> Wait, wait, so if he was following me, are *you* following me as well?!

>>28607172
>>28607189
>>28607195
>>28607275
>>28607318
>>28607334
>>28607422

She says that like she's looking to be a renter... but wait a minute. No, wait. So if the guy was watching you for the right time to attack, and Anna was watching *him*, waiting for *him* to attack...

'Anna. Hey, Anna.'

'Hmm?' She looks back at you.

'Were you following me as well, like that guy?' You narrow your eyes as the train of thought continues past the station and onwards into the depot. 'I mean, were you watching him, or were you also watching me? If you were watching him, you were watching me indirectly as well, right?'

'Uh...' she settles back, crossing her long legs. 'Well, would you mind terribly if I said I was?'

'Of course I- well, I mean, seeing as you were helping me, that's fine, but then... what I'm saying is, it's not that I'm against you following me, but-' Oh damn, you said all that out loud. 'No, wait. The thing is, I mean, I don't mind *you*. But the general principle, you know? Of being followed by someone?'

'So do you mind, or not?' Anna shrugs. 'I mean, I kind of was following *him*. You see, people here know who you are and who this house used to belong to. At least, among those people, I'm kind of on your side.'

'Well-'

'Besides, my back still hurts.' She pouts a little. Okay, stop it, that's your weakness!

> Does this mean I'm in danger?
> Why are you bothering to be on my side?
> Move on to suggest Anna live here.
> Be hostile. You *do* mind. She *is* following you. That's *bad*.
> Other.

>>28607692

> Does this mean I'm in danger?
Followed by
> Why are you bothering to be on my side?

>>28607692
>> Why are you bothering to be on my side?
>> Move on to suggest Anna live here.

>>28607692
1 , 2

>>28607692
>> Does this mean I'm in danger?

>>28607692

> Why are you bothering to be on my side?

And if she answers reasonably,

> Move on to suggest Anna live here.

Why not, right?

>>28607692
The rent is 1200 a month for one of the larger rooms or 800 for one of the smaller.

>>28607692
> Why are you bothering to be on my side?

Argh. Looking away from the cute pout, you clear your throat. 'Look, I said I'm sorry about that already. It was an accident. But, I mean, if there's one person attacking me in a supermarket, then there's going to be more people attacking me here and there.'

'Mmm... maybe, yeah.' Anna's nod is almost... stoic. Then again, she's not the one in danger... except insofar as she's putting herself in danger. Think about it - if your association with your great-uncle puts you at risk, then she's just openly associated herself with you, even without your knowledge or consent. You give those freely, of course. But...

'So my question is,' you start thinking aloud, 'why did you bother to protect me? Why're you on my side? Now there's someone out there who's seen you get into a fight over me. That's...'

'Your fetish?' The sly smile appears again.

'Don't interrupt me!' You need to give her suggestion more thought. But that's for later. 'No, that's dangerous for you! Never mind me, now you're in danger too. Why do you bother?'

'Aww. That's actually quite sweet.' She slumps back against the couch, stretching out a little. 'Well, as they say - if you see injustice along the road, draw your sword and jump in. That's all I was doing. It's what someone who knows how to fight ought to do. I was following that bearded guy because I figured he was out to do something. And it turned out that something was you, so I jumped in.'

'But you have nothing to gain from-'

'Why do you think I'd only help you if I had something to gain?' Her voice, so far cool and a little teasing, suddenly hardens into a rebuke. 'Did you think I wanted something from you? I know it's a surprise, but maybe try to think the way your great-uncle used to think, yeah? There's a reason people liked him.'

... well, that's chilled the atmosphere somewhat. Just then, you feel your phone buzz and take it out. Woah, it's Sandra. That's... forward of her. 'I just got off work, are you in the mall?'

> cont'd.

>>28608026
That's understandable, but how do we tell the people who genuinely liked him from those who wanted something from him?

>>28608080
I'd think it's a natural reaction when you've just learned there are people after you too

>>28608026

Oh wait, you're checking your phone in the middle of a suddenly serious conversation! Putting the thing away, though, leaves you without a ready reply. Damn. Anna's kind of right, you know. It's a little cold to doubt people's good intentions. Especially if they're willing to take punches for it the way she did.

It's a long, awkward silence, as you study your hands and Anna stares at the black TV screen, before a sudden, low rumble of distant thunder punctuates it. 'Oh man, it's going to rain.'

'Mm. So it is.' She still sounds miffed.

'You asked if I was going to live here alone, and well, of course, I wasn't really. Heh. Did you see the size of that fridge in the kitchen? I mean... no, I was going to take on some tenants.'

'Were you, now...'

'Y-yeah.' Oh fuck it, just pop the question, this is purely a financial transaction right? 'Well. So anyway, do you maybe want to rent a room here? They're really nice, you know.'

'Aren't you worried I might assassinate you in the night or something?' But Anna's voice is regaining some of its previous, softer quality. You still can't place her accent, which is still there, though her English is impeccable. Must be like foreign born and well educated or something... you chuckle a little awkwardly.

> What do/say to Anna as you show her the rooms?
> Also, what about that Sandra?

>>28608223
"No, it's just...I got dropped in a very messy situation that I don't know anything about. I apologize for any offense. Would you like to see the rooms? They're rather nice."

Show her the rooms.

Tell Sandra we're at the house.

>>28608223
We should probably tell her how much the rooms cost first.

>>28608223
>If you wanted, you could probably assassinate me right here. So, no, that's not the most of my worries right now.
I say we meet up with Sandra, but I'm against giving her a room just yet.

>>28608223

Tell her how much the rooms are, be welcoming.

Ask if she knows how to cook, maybe make some small talk.

>>28608223
Respond to Sandra first and invite her over to look, then begin showing Anna the rooms.

>>28608223
I get the impression that if Anna saw the dojo she would REALLY want to rent a room...

>>28608223
"Well, you had your chance. If you didn't take it then, I don't see why you'd wait until later."

reply to Sandra and mention we're bringing a friend.

>>28608223
I think she would've assassinated us by now if that was her plan.

Unless she's got a flair for the dramatic.

>>28608324
Isn't that in our closet or something?

>>28608370
>>28608370
No, that's the garage.

>>28608321

>Inviting two women to your house the same time

Its not like anything bad could ever happen. But serially do it for the kick of it.

>>28608370
Huh? The dojo's the entire third building.

>>28608381
>>28608396

Oh, right. Then we should mention that.

>>28608382
> What Could Possibly Go Wrong

>>28608382
>why I suggested going out to meet her instead

>>28608223
It's 1500 for a big and 1000 for a small
But just because you saved my life, ill drop it down to 1200 and 800.

>>28608499

We talking Woolongs or dollars?

>>28608499
Lets not do that, she's been honest as far as we can tell, lets do the same.

>>28608534
Shekels

>>28608534
RMB

>>28608534
Turkish lira

>>28608534
euros

>>28608534
Credits

>>28608557

> Oh boy, currency again!
> Sorry, was breakfasting. Reading and typing now.

>>28608534
Bitcoins

>>28608534
Krugerrands.

>>28608534
Yen

>>28608534
rubles

>>28608534
Gold coins or Altairian dollars

You get up and show Anna up the stairs, while mulling over the terms of the apology. 'Well, look, it's just that I'm in a confused situation,' you begin, murmuring. 'That's my room, by the way.'

'Right, okay...'

'And now that you're telling me I might be in danger, and I'm just a little... anyway. I'm sorry for doubting you, Anna. Anyway, if you wanted to assassinate me, I'm sure you would have done it downstairs.'

'Well, it's fair enough. It's not paranoia if people are actually out to get you.' She enters one of the big rooms. 'This is really nice.'

'It's 1,200 Gobies for the big rooms. The small ones over there are 800 Gobies. Per month, of course.'

'Wow.' Is that an expensive wow or a cheap wow? You can't really tell, and Anna's a bit too sharp to let you in on that. 'So... this is nice, not bad at all.'

You're content to let her wander around the rooms, keeping an eye in case she approaches the stairway, while replying to Sandra. 'I'm at home, but do you want to meet up?' You write.

'I think I might take one of the large rooms,' Anna says. Oh yes, result! 'So that other building over there, that's... what's that?'

'Kitchen. And dining room. It's a bit oversized, really...'

She comes out and smiles at you. Anna's really perfected the art of the slightly flirty smile, besides all the wugong, of course. 'And what's upstairs?'

> Tell her about the library and show her.
> Divert her to the dojo.
> Let's foist the room on her quickly before she thinks better of it!
> Other.

>>28608718
Bottle Caps

>>28608838
>> Divert her to the dojo.

>>28608838
>> Divert her to the dojo.
Mention its a library but, don't go into detail

>>28608838
Mention the library, but say that it's private. Then divert her to the dojo.

>>28608718
>not Triganic Pews
Anon pls

>>28608838
>Tell her about the library and show her

>>28608838
also, did you make up that currency?

>>28608838
"Upstairs there's really nothing interesting besides the library. Additionally, there's a dojo in a separate building which we can't see from here.

>>28608838
Mention it's a library, divert her to the dojo.

>>28608838
>> Tell her about the library and show her.

>>28608894
I couldn't remember that name, but I was thinking of them.

Thanks anon.

>>28608918
>>28608917
>>28608914
>>28608898
>>28608894
>>28608891
>>28608871

You glance up the stairs. His greatest, most treasured possession, Mila said. Hmmm. Well, since Anna's been reasonably honest to you...

'Well, it's just a library up there-'

'A library? Holy shit, really!' Her eyes widen, and Anna seems to revert several years (she's in her early 20's, you're guessing) into teenage excitement. 'Was it Fourth Master's?'

'Uh, yeah, it was. Also, it's private.'

'Awww.' She does a teenage pout, and you look away towards the master bedroom. 'Well, that's fair enough, I suppose. I bet he loved his books.'

'No doubt. Also, you do kungfu, don't you?' You grin at her. 'How about I show you the dojo?'

'The what?' Anna quickly follows you downstairs; you notice she goes down the stairs two steps at a time, and twice she bumps into you gently from behind. That's not unpleasant at all, everything considered. Taking her to the heavy metal door, you realise belatedly that there's actually a really nice couplet on either side of the entrance, just like there was at great-uncle's little rooftop hideout.

'Live with the tree in mind - its roots deep, so its branches can sway and move.'
'Behave with the coin in mind - its centre square, but its edges round and smooth.'

You open the door, and Anna lets out a sound you wouldn't have associated with her so far - after glancing into the space and flipping the light switch, she gives an actual squeal of delight. You start at the noise, but then can't help smiling, and then laughing as you see her face - eyes wide, mouth agape, as if she's won the lottery. 'Oh dear *god*,' she says, peeling off her socks before running in, 'this place... please tell me this place isn't private?'

> Looks like you've already made a good impression! What say to Anna?
> She's quite willing to sign the lease now, you should think...

>>28609102
Not as such.

But I'm sure you could get better access if you lived here.

>>28609102
>> Looks like you've already made a good impression! What say to Anna?
It's not private. Perhaps we can spar later.

>>28609102
An arrangement of convenience comes to mind. Since we're probably going to get attacked on a regular basis at least for now, it might be good to have a sparring partner. We could even give a discount for that.

>>28609192
Maybe we should see if she's up to it first before handing out discounts.

>>28609102

I was thinking we could waive the deposit, and ask when she can move in. We'd need a sparring partner, or a tenant who knows to fight.

Then after she goes, let's go see Sandra.

>>28609102
"Not at all. Want a sparring match?"

later on, add:

"I'm kind of looking for some tenants to live here. I don't suppose you'd be interested?"

>>28609241
It's like you don't even read the threads you post in.

>>28609241

What, no, why would be offering a sparring match. Seriously.

>>28609192
I think we should find out just how much we'll be needing to collect in rent to break even with bills before handing out discounts.

>>28609102
Ask her if she has any last questions, then talk price

> Right. I'm going to run off to do some errands, but I'm bringing my computer. Will be between 20 minutes to maybe an hour, depending, before I am back.
> Thanks for your patience! And let's hope for short queues...

You step in behind her as she walks around just gawping - at the weapons, at the training implements - and then blink when you see her grip a stone barbel and lift it without any apparent effort. That thing must be at least 10 or 12 kg... Anna puts it down, and then grabs a spear, swinging around.

'Wow, this is a *real* spear!'

'Looks like it,' you say, stifling a chuckle.

'No. I meant, it isn't those fake spears that... never mind, you come and hold it.'

Uh, okay... oof, bloody hell, this thing is *heavy*! It's solid wood, rigid and dense, though once you get used to it, it becomes easier to right it. 'Woah. Okay, I stand corrected.'

'Like a man with orthopaedic shoes?' Anna giggles at her own joke. 'But seriously, though. So you're offering 1,200 G's for the large room? And I get to use the dojo?'

'Yes, and yes, provided you don't thrash it...' you shrug. 'I was actually thinking... if I'm going to be in danger of someone attacking me wherever I go, like to the bloody supermarket, is it possible if you maybe... taught me a few moves? Like practice with me?'

'Practice with you? You've already got your vicious right hook, haven't you?' She bursts out laughing at your embarrassment. 'Yeah, sure, I'll practice with you if you want. Are you okay with me moving in... three days from now? To pack up and carry stuff round...'

> What do/say? You haven't got a contract for her to sign or anything, actually. Maybe just an agreement will do...?
> Also, what do/say after Anna's gone? She seems about to go. And you're *starving*.

>>28609517
shake on it first, make sure to print out a contract within three days.

After she's gone, meet up with Sandra and find a place to eat.

>>28609517
"Sure that'll be fine. Oh are you sure you want to leave right now? It's about to rain and all."
Get some food then get Sandra to come.
2 girls and 1 boy same house.

>>28609517
>Go out to eat with Sandra.

Did we ever get our food from the supermarket?

>>28609563

You got groceries. And some cornflakes which are about all that's edible immediately.

Oh wait, apples and pears too.

>>28609517
Tell her you're fine with that, then go meet up with Sandra and get something to eat with her.

>>28609517
I'd agree but I'd write up a quick agreement on paper just saying that we agreed to let her stay in a larger room for 1200 and use of the dojo pending its taken care of then both sign. Pretty much just a friendly contract for us but, can protect both parties better than nothing.

>>28609517
Agree with her.

Get Sandra's help drawing up a contract.

>>28609517
I say that the room for 1200 a month, first month prorated, due at time of move in. Rent is due at the first of each month, and we take her at her honor. She seems to be the sort who a verbal contract would be sufficient.

>>28609544
>>28609555
>>28609563
>>28609588
>>28609620
>>28609661
>>28609721
>>28610046

You nod. 'Three days from now is fine. Do you live far from here?'

'Not really...' she gestures a little. 'The other end of Lotus Ponds, basically. It's a nightmare trying to find anywhere livable in the Peninsula, that isn't horrible. You haven't got rats here, I hope.'

'Not that I know of. I'll tell you if I see them.' Both of you chuckle, and you take a piece of paper from your notebook and write down the general agreement. Since you're not a lawyer, you have no idea what the details are like, but you do try to think of everything. Anna's not meant to tear up stuff; if stuff breaks and it's not her fault, the costs are shared; no pissing in the bathtub; 1,200 a month, prorated. She seems pretty honourable, deposit wise, so just a month should do.

'What do you think?' You turn slightly and realise she's leaning quite close to you, close enough for you to smell her hair - shampoo, faintly, but mostly sweat. Dear me. You turn around to look outside the window, where the clouds are already gathered and ready to go.

'Seems fine.' She takes your pen and writes her name down before signing. Oh... what, Russian or something, is she?

'Anna... We... snie...'

'Wisniewska. Don't worry about it.'

'Are you sure you want to leave now, actually? I mean, it's like... going to rain.'

'Oh, you'll see me in a few days' time. Don't miss me too hard. I've got a dinner date, see?' Oh dude, what's with disappointing revelations today? You get up and shake her hand, and then she's out of the door. Man, long legs move quick.

> cont'd.

>>28610046
Finally off my ban!

Get this shit in writing, Landlord, you're a fucking landlord.

>>28610046
I think we should go fishing for 1300, considering amenities, but I'm good with prorating it at date of move in.

Cash only.

>>28610247

From the window, you watch as Anna strides down the driveway and disappear behind the trees, and then it strikes you that you might be headed that way as well if you're to go see Sandra. Oh shit! But now it would seem a bit desperate of you if you went out after her, so you wait a little while before telling Sandra you're on your way.

'Okay!' she replies quickly. 'I'm sitting in the food court upstairs now.'

Thrifty - you kinda like that. You wait for ten minutes before walking out to the train station and then going down the steps to Platform 3... where Anna is standing. D'oh. You think to sneak around her, but she catches you before you try, which might be a good thing. You've been told your sneaking face is really quite creepy.

'Huh. What's up?'

> Um... group dinner! Let's all have dinner!
> Oh, a dinner date as well.
> Brush Anna off, you don't want interference with Sandra.
> Other.

>>28610254
I would agree for fishing for 1300 for future tenents, but she strikes me as a woman of her word, saved our ass, and we owe her for punching her in the back besides. These all bring me to the conclusion that we had ought to cut her a deal.

>>28610330
>> Oh, a dinner date as well.

>>28610334

Kind of this. Well, we could be a bastard landlord and ask her to help us clean the house or something. If we save the allowance on that, it would cover a good rent increase I bet.

>>28610330
> Oh, a dinner date as well.

>>28610330
>> Oh, a dinner date as well.
Cough awkwardly.

>>28610330
>> Oh, a dinner date as well.
She seems to have shot straight with us. We owe her the same.

>>28610330
> Oh, a dinner date as well.

>>28610375
>>28610334
>>28610378
>>28610379
>>28610428
>>28610452

'Oh, a dinner date as well.' You smile and nod, still a little disappointed. If she's dressed this casually for a dinner date, assuming she's not changing, then it's either a friend or someone she's gone steady with and doesn't need to get made-up for. Oh well...

'What, on your first day here?' Anna laughs aloud. 'Result!'

'Yeah, well. Some people have all the luck, eh?' You nod.

'So who is it? Someone you knew from wherever you came from already, or someone new? And are you going to the centre also?'

'Centre, yeah.' You leave the food court part out; it might make *you* sound like a cheapskate. Actually, leave out the part about you pulling a girl within a few hours of arrival as well, probably. Decency is key in landlording, right? Other than being a bastard about repair costs?

'Oh, then I know a nice place there.' Anna snaps her fingers a few times. 'Um... it's on the fourth floor. It's an izakaya and jazz bar, which is a weird combo, but it works. Really nice vibes, though there isn't live music today. Have to wait for Fridays.'

'Is it? Cool.'

'There's also another place downstairs, actually, but I don't know if you still want to go into the basement supermarket. You're not too traumatised, I hope.' Again the sly smile.

> Thanks for the advice, keep to yourself.
> Ask about her dinner date; she's shown no compunction about that.
> Ask about something else (Write-in).
> Other.

>>28610571
>> Thanks for the advice, keep to yourself.

>>28610571
>> Ask about her dinner date; she's shown no compunction about that.

>>28610571
Thanks for the advice, keep to yourself

>>28610571

> Ask about her dinner date; she's shown no compunction about that.

So whos the lucky dude?

>>28610571
>> Ask about her dinner date; she's shown no compunction about that.

>>28610593
>>28610601
>>28610614
>>28610625
>>28610660

'Nice. Thanks for the advice...' you have half a mind to keep it there, but now that you've talked to her, it seems a little odd if you just walked away. Certainly Anna would think of something to say to you, seeing the way she talks.

Hmm. So, no to escape, and you're probably not going to stand here and keep taking questions. Right! It's time for the verbal equivalent of a vicious right hook, then. You turn to her as she looks up at the schedule board. 'So how about you? Who's the lucky dude?'

'Eh?'

'Or the lucky girl,' you quickly say, shrugging. 'I'm equal opportunity and all that.'

'Oh. OH, right!' She grins while waving a hand. 'No, no, it's not a dude or a girl. There's like three dudes, and four girls. No, five.'

'Well, I'm equal opportunity nonetheless,' you say, earning for yourself a light punch on the elbow. Hey! Even with the teasing punches there's an element of kungfu there. Damn, you're already sinking into the mindset of fighting all the time now. The cost of living in a new, nice house... 'Sounds like quite a party, though.'

'It's a book club, though of course no one in a book club actually does any reading,' she shrugs. 'So we end up just having dinner. Well, I actually did read the book this time round, which is nice.'

'What book is that?'

'The Decay of the Angel, by Mishima Yukio.' You make your 'the *what*?' face, and unfortunately Anna catches that before you can recover. 'It's a... it's a pretty strange book. Lots of talk about reincarnation and Buddhism and people dying and being really weird, basically. I didn't read it for the book club, did it for my uni course...'

'Right, I see...' wow. That kind of went overhead, that. Thankfully, there is an announcement, and then the train sails in and saves you from more awkward ignorance.

> Do/say anything to Anna besides small talk on the train?
> If not, we'll timeskip to Sandra in the food court.

>>28610791
Nope, timeskip.

>>28610791
>timeskip

>>28610791
Tell her to have fun, then timeskip

>>28610791
timeskip, please, thank you.

>>28610791
Tell her to hit more flags with us and we will open the library for her.

But really small talk and timeskip

>>28610791
>> Do/say anything to Anna besides small talk on the train?
>>28610791
"So, besides reading esoteric books and get jumped by kung fu fanatics, what does one do for fun around here

>>28610791
Ask her about where she is from.


Refrain from using the phrase "the motherland"

>>28610830
>>28610842
>>28610846
>>28610847
>>28610879

> Hit more flags?

Since it's just a one stop ride, it just takes a little small talk to cover the distance to the Centre. It turns out Anna is currently doing her masters in university, and that she's not Russian but Polish.

'I can only apologise,' you say, hanging your head dramatically.

'I can only forgive you in your current abject state,' she replies, propping her head on one hand and half-smiling at you.

'So besides reading weird books, and doing kung fu, what else does one do for fun around here?'

'Dude,' she says, 'it's the City. There's eight million people here, so there's always something that someone else is into that you can do, I'm sure. I don't know about you, but I'm happy with the number of jazz clubs they have here. Book club's nice too... university's got fun people... there's always picking someone up, if you're into that...'

Well, fair enough. But seriously, this girl... you watch her stride downstairs towards another platform, and then head into the mall. You recognise Sandra, sitting alone at a table in the crazily crowded food court with a cup of fruit juice, and she waves at you, smiling as you sit down. The braid's been replaced with a rather more relaxed ponytail.

'Hello,' you say, and she replies in kind. She sits back, and you can see her fingers drumming lightly on the table as she smiles. 'I'm starving.'

'Me too. Well, a bit.'

> What do/say, protag?
> Keep it smooth mate.

>>28610998
What did you want to meet for?

>>28610998
>'Hello. I'm starving.'
>'Me too. Well, a bit.'
Too late, everyone's spaghettis are already showing.

Start with something simple, maybe ask her how her day was?

>>28610998

So, how was work? Must be tiring standing all day.

Do you want dinner here? Or we could go to that place... (The one Ann talke about)

>>28610998
"Do you want to go somewhere a bit more refined, or are you fine dining at 'Big Al's Taco Shack'?"

>>28610998
So am I. Anything specific you in the mood for? I don't know many places around here, but I heard about this good place on the fourth floor.

>>28610998

I haven't been in this city in ages. Know any good restaurants we can hit?

>>28610998
"Sorry for the delay! Was finishing up negotiation with a tenent. Would you mind terribly checking out an interesting sounding spot?" Take her to the jazz club that Anna suggested.

Hmm, that's a dilemma... if we suggest another place, she might think that we don't feel the place she's picked is not good enough, but if we suggest something more expensive it might be out of her comfort zone in price ranges...

>>28610998
Term they use in Visual Novels. You get "points" for doing nice things for girls to get them to like you and such was a joke.

>>28611108
I'll agree to this

>>28611178
>>28611108
>>28611107
>>28611094
>>28611087
>>28611080

'Well, so... do you want something here, perhaps? Or I've heard about this place on the fourth floor...'

'Ooh, is it that Japanese place?' Sandra perks up, sitting up straight. She's changed her working clothes for a simple black t-shirt, and there's a large tote bag in her lap. 'I've heard about it before, but I've never been. Have you been?'

'I'm new to the City, man,' you smile. 'But if you're up for that...'

She nods happily, and soon you're stuck in the queue with her. Well, at least it's only three or four people long, and the well-dressed manager soon gets you a seat for two. Glancing at the two of you, he makes a quick judgement call, leading you away from the normal tables and into a little booth, a round table surrounded by cushions on three sides. You like this kind of manager - good thinking.

When the menus are passed round, you skim it - there's some Japanese food, grilled stuff, and indeed you can smell the smoke and teriyaki sauce everyone in the dimly lit space. Chicken balls. Okay, that sounds promising, but maybe a bit prosaic? Chicken liver... okay, no, that's going in the other direction. BEEF TONGUE! That just sounds quite gross...

Absorbed in this, it takes you a few moments before you notice Sandra doesn't quite look so cheery. She's looking over the menu, and while she flashes you a smile, it's pretty easy to guess. If she's meeting at the food court, this place is probably overpriced for her...

... could you pay for her? You might be able to. Well. 'So, Sandra, been a long day?'

'Eh? Yeah, a bit...' she smiles and puts down the menu. 'Today there was one guy who yelled at me when I gave him a simcard that was 'the wrong size'. He didn't see that the mini-card was *inside* the big card...'

'That's daft.'

'Yeah...'

> Order less.
> Say it's on you.
> Other.

> What say to Sandra?

>>28611337
"You can pay me back later. For today, its on me."

>>28611337
> Say it's on you.

So, I suppose this town has a lot of martial artists practicing in it?

>>28611337
>> Order less.
>> Say it's on you.

Shit, time to jump on that old sword. How expensive are entrees?

>>28611337
"Oh, today's on me since I suggested the place. I insist."

We should order something Japanese since we came to such a place.

>>28611337
>> Order less.
> Say it's on you.

Tell her about your day. Like how we got attacked by some crazy guy.

>>28611428
I second this with added questions about her, like how long shes lived her, what interesting things to do here are and such.

> Just a note: you could probably get something lighter for about 20 G's, for you. So 40 G's if you order less.

> More might come up to around 30 G's.

>>28611455
What's one Gobie equivalent to?

>>28611450
"How long you have lived in the City Sandra? Hod do you like this place?"
"What are the interesting things to do around here? I've never been to this area before, and my visits to my great-uncle vere usually brief."

>>28611455
How much Gobie do we have again?

>>28611551
200, I believe, though might be less after buying shit from the market.

Regardless, dont worry about it for now. We already have two clients lined up, and Sandra might make three. We will be rolling in the dough soon enough.

>>28611654
Did we find out how much rent money we need to make in order to break even or make a little profit?

>>28611670
I dont think so

>>28611378
>>28611402
>>28611403
>>28611428
>>28611430
>>28611450

> You have about 200 G's on you. But your card should work on the cash machines here. Probably. Damn, you haven't tried...

'Sandra,' you say, edging a little closer to her, 'it's on me today.'

'What? No, you can't-'

'Nah, it was my idea to come here, so I'll pay for it.' That silences her protests, which makes it look like she wasn't that intent on protesting too hard anyway. But hey, gratitude's priceless right? 'But, uh, please be gentle on my wallet.'

She titters. 'Yeah, okay.' In the end you both order reasonably small portions, some sushi and some skewers and a bowl of belly pork stew (??). The waiter moves with the polished ease of a crab with two missing legs, fumbling the menus.

'Whoops! Heh.' Both of you watch him go, and then you ask Sandra about the City. Turns out she came from the Republic, to the north, when she was just a kid, about 10 years ago. 'I was nine then, we kind of didn't want to live there.'

'So the City's nicer?'

> cont'd.

>>28611696
>>28611670
>>28611684

> Since you don't know what your bills are like, you don't really have an idea. Well, it's 50 a month for the internet and TV, and then electricity, water... taxes...
> Surely 4,000 a month is enough though, assuming you get four tenants?

'Well, it's a lot freer, definitely...' she gulps the water provided on the table. You edge a little closer, and she doesn't seem to mind. 'And it's a lot more cool, too. Just more cool people. But then it's also really stressful so people can be quite snappy.'

'Big city syndrome, eh?'

'It's already quiet out here. The Peninsula, woahhh. Or the Promontory. I've only been there once for my 18th birthday, went to a restaurant for dinner. Crazy stuff. They serve bird's nest as palate cleansers.' She leans a little closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. 'I drank the lot!'

'Good on you,' you laugh with her. 'Man, I don't know. Today at the supermarket I got attacked by someone, and then someone helped me out.'

'What, really?! What for?'

You consider telling her the whole story. Nah, that'd take too long. 'Who knows? Maybe he sensed I was a foreigner?'

'Pffft. Everyone here's a foreigner.' She titters again, cutely, and just then some jazz music is piped in over the restaurant. Despite how rammed the place is, it still remains rather quiet where you are.

'So what are some interesting spots out here?'

'I don't know. Depends what you're into...'

That could be taken a few ways, it seems.

> What say, landlord?

>>28611696
> Republic
As in, China? Are we in... Hong Kong?

>>28611742
"Hot and kinky public sex."

>>28611742
I'm into you

>>28611742

"For this evening? Mostly you."

>>28611742
I want to get into you

>>28611742
"Well, I'm into history. Anything around here of particular historical significance?"

>>28611776
>>28611801
>>28611802
Maybe we can do it a bit more subtly?

>>28611774
>>28611776
>>28611801
>>28611802
/tg/ masters of subtlety and tact.

>>28611823
Seconded.

Suggesting a movie I think would be way too cliche.

This is going to end smoothly

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>>28611950
Yup...

>>28611823
History is best story.

>>28611823
I'll go with this.

>>28611742
"Well, say one were to want to take a young lady dancing, where would a guy go?"

The whole 'I'm into you this evening' thing tumbles from your mind, past your nasal sinuses and then onto your tongue, but you manage to bite your tongue hard just before it pushes the words out. Unfortunately you also bite it hard enough to go 'Ngggghhh' at your own injury, which makes Sandra start a little.

'Eh, you all right?' When you nod, she covers a smile. 'That wasn't such a difficult question, was it?'

You have no idea, girl. 'Well...' you lick the inside of your mouth to mollify the poor tongue, 'I'd say history's one thing I like.'

'Oh, then you're kind of out of luck,' she says, just as the waiter comes in with a plate of chicken balls which he doesn't spill. Ooh, the fragrance is bewitching. You take one and put it on Sandra's plate, of course. 'Aww, thanks. But yeah, uh, Lotus Ponds isn't really historical I guess. Unless you're into digging. I hear sometimes there's archaeological digs where they try to find some bits of wall, or maybe like an old mansion house...'

'Oof. I might like that, actually. Hard labour and learning. Is it a bit too cliche to say that I'm into movies?'

'Well at least that's easier. There's a cinema upstairs. And another one next door.' Sandra stops to chew on her chicken ball. This is very good, really, and soon more food is coming, when you decide to make a little move, sidling up to her.

She starts momentarily, but then turns to you with a slightly questioning look and then leans against you for a while.

> Well, you smooth bugger. What do?
> This success is due to the earlier great rolls that got overriden. Your karma is back at 'neutral-ish' now.

>>28612044

Where were you when shit was being suggested?!

>>28612059

> Also, one more post before more errands and lunch. But I should be back.
> Thanks for patience, once again.

>>28612059
Fuck.
How about
>>28612044

>>28612059
Want some more balls?

>>28612059
So, want to head on over to my place?

>>28612059

Less talk. Put arm around shoulder.

Enjoy dinner, maybe feed her some stuff.

>>28612059
>Start tickling her.

>>28612059
So what are some local areas that you frequent yourself?

>>28612059
Watching marines shoot things.
>>28612104
Too forward.
>>28612074
Perhaps ask if there is a dance spot near by. Nothing like showing the little lady a good time before we move on to...other things.

>>28612059
Ok, plan A: a movie, and then someplace to dance into the night. Too bad the house didn't have a wine cellar, would be useful here. And I don't see "wanna see some old books" being a good line except in very very specific circumstances.

>>28612059
Ask her what kinds of books she enjoys, maybe she'd dig the library.

>>28612059
Put some balls in her mouth.

In other words, try to feed her.

>>28612209
Just a movie is fine.

>>28612257
A movie sounds nice

Right. Now is the time. As Sandra leans, you reach around her without any subtlety, deliberately letting her know exactly what you're up to, and thankfully she's receptive. 'Mmm,' she says when you squeeze her gently. She's not slender or toned in the way Anna is, but a little softness is also a good thing.

'So,' you say, reaching for your skewer of chicken balls. 'You might guess what I'm about to ask. But I am definitely not going to ask it.'

She giggles. 'No, don't.'

'Do you like dancing? If you were to bring a girl to a dance, where would you do it?'

'I wouldn't. I'm terrible at dancing.'

'A movie, then?' You hold out the skewer and she nips a chicken ball off it.

'How about we rent a dvd? Do you have a dvd player?'

'I've got a laptop... and a bedroom to put it in, I guess. Good enough for you?'

'We better finish the dinner first, then. It was pretty expensive.'

You do, sharing the food - at first by hand, and then you put a bit of chicken in your mouth, and she takes that too with a giggle. That's nice.

> Do anything more before grabbing a film and heading home?
> Also, let her choose the film, or choose it yourself?

>>28612305
Let her choose

>>28612305
Maybe grab some libations from the grocery store. We don't have jack in the fridge at home.

>>28612305
Let her choose.

>>28612305
Let her choose, get something light to drink.

>>28612305
>Choose it yourself.

Watch a kung fu film. She'll probably pick a romantic comedy.

>>28612305
Make her watch enter the dragon. It's fitting and bitches LOVE enter the dragon.

>>28612305
Watch Kung Pow: Enter the Fist

>>28612305
Let her choose

> Okay, I'm back!
> Typing.

On the way down to the train station, you stop at the DVD store, where you watch as Sandra pores over the selection. For your part, after that little fighting thing you've been through today, you're in a mood for some kung fu films, and Enter the Dragon looks awfully appealing...

'Oh, oh, how about this?' Sandra reaches and taps your shoulder, and you go over, dreading the prospect. Oh god. You can't be ungentlemanly enough to foist a choice on her, but you bet it's going to be Love Actually or some sort of-

'Oh. Ong Bak? Really?'

'Hmm? I like a little fighting in the evenings,' Sandra says, smiling. 'You too?'

'Well, I'm definitely up for that.' Wow. This girl is pretty cool. After the DVD store, you then head subtly over to an off licence, where you get some beer and a bottle of wine. Well, it's for yourself as well, right?

Sandra remains slightly aloof, or maybe shy, while you're on the train. 'So this place you live in now... is it quite isolated?'

'Yeah, a little. But it's all right, eh? I'm in there too.'

'Yeah, yeah,' she nudges you. 'We're just doing this tonight, right? This isn't any sort of permanent thing, right? I mean, we hardly know each other...'

> What say to that? That's slightly direct... but fair enough, you spose.

>>28613557
"Well you hooked me up with cable, so I figured I would return the favor"

>>28613557
"Naw, it's not permanent. Not unless you want it to be."

>>28613557
Well then how about we go about correcting that?

>>28613557
I'm fine with that.

>>28613557

"Nah, we're just hooking up, right? Like with the internet connection?"

Give her a reassuring peck.

>>28613557
"Well, that state of affairs can always be fixed, right?"

I suddenly realize we never checked her marital status.

>>28613575
Second

>>28613557
Why don't we work something out after our workout?

>>28613576
Seems like the best option to me.

>>28613557
>Easy come easy go, you know how it is.

>>28613575
>>28613576
Some combination of the two, I think.
So when exactly is she going to start trying to assassinate us?

>>28613661
Poisoned vagina

>>28613661
Maybe she's the black widow type

>>28613661
patience, it will come.

>>28613672
As far as I'm aware we're still not in Ninja Scroll territory.

What if she doesn't try to kill us?

>>28613557
"Do you want it to be? I mean, hell, I am new in town and do not know what is going on, really. You seem like a nice, pretty girl, and would like to get to know you better, but I think it is a little early to be changing life plans and all."

That's a pretty forward closing move from Sandra, but seeing as she's snuggled up to you now and you've been stroking each other for a bit now, you shrug. Well, it's not like you're really looking for any commitment now. You don't even know what the City holds for you, and it seems a bit premature to go steady with anyone...

'Well,' you say, tilting her face up so you can peck her cheek lightly, 'it's up to you. I just figured I'd buy you dinner in exchange for hooking me up with internet and suchlike, right? So...'

'Yeah, okay.' She kisses your neck lightly. Then the train arrives, and you have to disentangle for a bit while you lead Sandra up the driveway. 'You see, the thing is... I'm getting hitched in about two weeks,' she says, as you walk up the hill.

'Wait, hitched as in engaged, or officially married?'

'Engaged, engaged.' She catches up with you and bumps your shoulder. You're at the gate now, then you're through the gate. 'Does that turn you off?'

You open the door to let her in, and then pull her into an embrace, kissing her properly. She pulls you back so she's against the wall, but then turns around to put *you* against the wall, all the while returning your kiss with vigour. Okay, okay, someone needs to talk. You pull away for a moment. 'Well, no. I'm more surprised about *you*, really.'

'It's just my last two weeks of freedom, isn't it?' She grins, and you feel her hands slipping under your t-shirt. No, wait, pause. You hold them there and nod. Makes sense.

'Are we not watching a film? Drinking, perhaps?'

'Hmmm. It'd take forever for the beer to chill.' Sandra grins. 'I'm a bit impatient.'

> Let's do it right here in the couch.
> Take Sandra to the bedroom.
> You know, you did pay for that film, it seems bad not to watch it...
> Other.

>>28613747
>> Let's do it right here in the couch.

This sounds like a trap.

>>28613747
>> Take Sandra to the bedroom.

>>28613747
Goddamnit.

>>28613747
>Let's do it right here in the couch.

Back support's for assholes.

>>28613766
Or alternatively the guy who attacked us is still on our trail and ready to take an opportune moment. Let's at least get to a more isolated place where we can control the approaches, so
> Take Sandra to the bedroom.

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>>28613747
>Lets do it in the kitchen
Gotta make some use outa that place.

>>28613747
>Let's do it right here in the couch
This is going to end so badly.

>>28613747
>Take Sandra to the bedroom.

Right here on the couch

>>28613747
>> Let's do it right here in the couch.
Rather not have everyone and their grandma know about the library.

>>28613834
The Master Bedroom isn't even on the same floor as the library.

>>28613863
If we take her to our bedroom she'll know where we sleep.

>>28613747

'Hmmm,' you half-mutter, half-moan, aware that even as you are planning the evening, Sandra's already carrying it out - pulling your t-shirt up and kissing you. Since it seems a little odd to let her do all the moving, you pull her towards you and unbutton her jeans as well, smiling as she shakes until they fall off her hips. She titters as you grab her, but this isn't the cute tittering from just now.

'You were saying something?'

'I was just wondering. Bedroom or couch?' You pull her face in for another kiss, pulling her into the centre of the big hall; she taps your shoulder as if wanting to speak, but just as you pull away, you back over the arm of the long couch where Anna was chilling just now and fall backwards. Woah, woah!

Sandra squeaks as you topple backwards, and then laughs as you lie there, straddling you. Well, that seems to answer the question. After a little more kissing, she gets off and you pull off your t-shirt, standing to one side and slowly pulling her jeans down.

> Watch the striptease.
> Interfere with the striptease. (How?)
> Dress and go upstairs to shower and sleep.
> Other.

>>28614028
>> Dress and go upstairs to shower and sleep.

>>28614028

> Interfere.

Take off the top for her.

Also allows us to check if she's got weapons hidden in her clothes.

>>28614028
> Watch the striptease.

>>28614028
>> Other.

Keep an eye out for ninja assassins.

>>28614028
Ask Anna if she wants in on this, special excessive Good for breathing and cardio.

>>28614082
Anna isn't here. It's just the couch that she was sitting on when she was here earlier.

>>28614076
>>28614062

These two I think.

>>28614062
You're being too paranoid, If she has weapons I doubt she's going to keep them in a shirt she throws away, you should be watching her hands to make sure she doesn't have anything in them after getting rid of it

You sit up a little and admire Sandra, who giggles as she slowly pulls down her jeans. She's got pretty nice legs. As they come off, she then turns and sits down next to you, leaning back against your chest, and you lift her t-shirt up her back while she rummages in her garments. Just as you unclasp her bra, something smacks you in the face.

In a moment, all the foreplay stops and an image of a weapon embedded in your face - one of those ninja throwing dagger things, maybe - takes over, and you start back, letting go of her. 'Hey! What was that?'

'What?' She bends to pick it up, waves the foil package in your face. 'Condom! Come on, be responsible.'

... duuuude. Well, fair enough. You take care of your own disrobing and she does the same, until you're just in your socks. Pulling her backwards to lie on the couch, you make way for her to lie on her back, and she giggles as you kiss your way across her chest. Come think of it, what if she really is after you? But you glance at the clothes she's removed, in a heap by the sofa, and nothing seems to be amiss. Neither are her hands holding anything. 'Are you done with them?' she purrs.

'Why?'

'Because-' she grabs your arms suddenly and flips you on your back, straddling your chest again as you have another bout of momentary paranoia. But then she wriggles backwards, giving you a clear view of her body. No, nothing on her front. Nothing in her hands. And if she's got a weapon in *there*... well, what can you say? 'Because we're about to get started.'

> Roll d100 for either of the following:
> Try to wrest control from her.
> Lie back and enjoy the ride.

> Other.

>>28614239
> Lie back and enjoy the ride.
ready for a one

Rolled 96

>>28614239

> Lie back

We're exhausted today.

Rolled 47

>>28614262
Fuck. Let's try that again

>>28614239
> Lie back and enjoy the ride.

Rolled 17

>>28614239
>Try to wrest control from her
It's time for missionary and hand holding bitch.

>>28614239
> Lie back and enjoy the ride.

We've had a long, strange, and confusing day. She's energetic.

Reciprocate and don't be a dead fish, but let her call the shots.

Look, if someone wanted to kill us dead, they'd have sent a hitman. We're not some kungfu grand master who has to be offed through some convoluted plot. Being cautious is a thing, after what happened in the mall, and being paranoid is another.

Rolled 88

>>28614239
Wrest control. Look her in the eyes and hold her hand

Rolled 49

>>28614239
> Lie back and enjoy the ride.

>>28614333
>>28614332
>>28614272
>>28614268
>>28614267
>>28614262

> 96: Bollocks you're tired.

You grin, letting Sandra pin your hands to your sides and keeping them there. Well, you've had about enough running around for one day - for half a day, even - and if she's that enthusiastic, it's probably best to let her get on with it.

Sure enough, Sandra begins moving vigorously almost from the start, leaning to hold your shoulders as she rides. Soon you get swept up in the excitement of it as well, reaching up to caress her body and eventually pulling her down onto you, squashing her breasts against you as you kiss. Soon her moans and cries get louder and higher, until she buries her face in your neck to muffle her cries of pleasure and her hands dig into your back...

Those few seconds feel like an entire minute, before her body, now slightly sweaty from the workout, slumps against you and she nibbles on your ears. Sandra's body wiggles a little as you kiss her neck and shoulder, and then she blinks. 'Wait. Did you...'

'Hmm?' Oh wait a minute, you haven't...

> Your turn.
> Actually you're about ready for some sleep.
> Other.

>>28614418
>> Actually you're about ready for some sleep.

Pass out under her.

Rolled 28

>>28614418
> Your turn.

>>28614418
> Your turn.

We may as well have fun with this.

>>28614418
The night is still young. Or was it still evening? In any case.
> Your turn.

>>28614418
>Your turn.
Recall your training. Surely there is something appropriate for this situation.

>'Wait. Did you...'
>'Hmm?' Oh wait a minute, you haven't...
Don't tell me we forgot the condom or something.

>>28614492
Didn't say we put it on.

Oh well, we can just pee in her and sterilize the semen

>>28614418
>> Your turn.
Hell, it has been a long day. Might as well make it a long night too.

>>28614437
>>28614443
>>28614447
>>28614454
>>28614492

'I thought you were tired,' Sandra purrs as you sit up and push her up along with you. She's still holding on to you, your bodies pressed together; more to the point, you're still inside her right now. Well. You can't really tell if you've just got immense stamina, or your brain is currently a little too driven by fear and fatigue and some jet lag to flip the climaxing switch.

Still, after that rather rushed first go, you can tell that Sandra, too, is now a little more mellow, her hands stroking you gently. Caressing her back, you kiss around her chin as she tilts back, then move down to her collar. 'I might be *too* tired, really. But... there's only one way to find out, right?'

Sandra's laugh turns into a grunt as you begin moving against her again. You shift a little so you're pushing her against the back of the couch, and slow down quite a bit partly because you don't know if the back might take it. She moans and matches your movements, giggling as you lick around her arms and kiss her fingers and cheeks, and then you go, at leisure, over the edge.

As the sensations fade, you press your cheek against Sandra's and hug her for a little while. Then you peel the protection off yourself, and she reaches for some tissues, lying on her belly on the couch, all relaxed.

> Let Sandra sleep here.
> Sleep with Sandra on the couch.
> See her out.

> Do/say anything to her? Well, that was pleasant, that was all quite nice.

>>28614593
Sleep with Sandra on the couch.

Be sure to get up by 2, since Charlie is coming over by then. I don't really remember when normal people get up, probably before 2 though right?

>>28614593
>> Sleep with Sandra on the couch.

>>28614593
I believe our phone is a smartphone since we put up online listings for this place on it, so have it set an alarm to get us up before Charlie comes over, maybe even before noon.

>Sleep with Sandra on the couch.

Grab a blanket for the both of us, cuddle, fall asleep watching Ong Bak.

>>28614593

> Sleep with Sandra in the couch.

Set alarm for tomorrow, hug her, relax.

>>28614593
She certainly won't like us hear her rate her performance. Just cuddle up with her and let her fall asleep, if she does.

Also, to cover up some bases. Time to reminisce a bit. Did we have any old flames or childhood friends, back home? Current ones? Anyone who might come a-knocking when hearing about our change in lifestyle?

>>28614619
>>28614620
>>28614683
>>28614683

You grin and give her rump a light slap, and then get up as she laughs. 'If you want to slap, slap harder!'

'What, seriously? I'll keep that in mind.' Going upstairs to get a blanket, you come back down and give her rump a heavy slap, which makes her sit up.

'OWW! That hurt!'

'There's no pleasing you!' But throwing the blanket over her is enough to mollify her, and she giggles while snuggling against you. Eventually she gets the cushion as her pillow, and so you have to settle for sleeping on her chest. Life's unfair...

...

...

The phone's beeping makes you perk up, and you look around, slightly confused. Wait, no, that's not the alarm... reaching out to get the phone, you are blinded momentarily by the screen before you can read the message.

'Hey saw your notice for room rent can I come see? On Thursday? Lin'

... result, result. Oh wait a minute. You're no longer sleeping on Sandra's very nice and pillowy bosom, but on the actual pillow itself, which seems less nice and pillowy in comparison. Sitting up, you look around with the help of the phone to see that her clothes have been picked up. She's... wait, she's left?

From outside you can hear the sound of a steady rain pattering against the roof and floor. That's pretty shitty weather to be outside at... 2:39 AM.

> What the... look for Sandra.
> Go back to sleep. As she said, it's a one night stand, she's not your concern now.
> Other.

>>28614745

> You can roll 3d100 if you'd like to determine that.