>>39528534
>>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)
We just woke up. There's only one thing to do.
Streeetch.
...
Welcome back, Weasel.

>>39528534

>C.

It's been too long Weasel. Welcome back.

Ah yeah, it's back.

>>39528534

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

Stretch as long as possible and as quietly as possible.

>>39528575
>>39528764

Feels fucking awesome to be back.

You feel yourself out in the comfy seat and gingerly start to peel the cover off, your body stiff as always. Thankfully, you drew the short straw and got the aisle seat so it's easy for you to quietly stand up.

A quick glance to the left, a fast look to the right and you then start to do the most simple of stretches, careful not to lose your balance and land on somebody while marveling at just how stable this big-ass jetliner is (And noticing that you're just about the only person in first class that's still awake, aside from some old couple with a lap-top out and a pair head phones on).

After a few minutes you see a stewardess start to walk down the aisle looking at you funny, so you smile, casually stop stretching and take a quick trip to the 'loo. You can't help but stifle a giggle at her expression and head back pout after a few minutes in there to see Yuri Sakazaki & King are still sleeping off their post-tournament fight injuries, not to mention the hell you put them through in that park before boarding this flight...

>A. Roust up Yuri sleeping next to your seat and see if you can glimpse Southtown out of her window (Because King is definitely NOT a "Morning" person).

>B. Quietly sit down, get out your phone and check for any new messages. Also, it might be a good idea to see what time it is as well...

>C. Take your seat and reflect on how absolutely fucking nuts this last half-year has been and appreciate how far you've come along not just as a fighter, but as a person too. (AKA Quick Quest Summary/Recap for any new players)

>D. Wait for that stewardess to leave, then resume stretching; You still feel a little tight in your lower back & shoulders.

>E. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

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>>39529001

>pout
>Not "about"

Well OK then.

>>39529001

>B. Quietly sit down, get out your phone and check for any new messages. Also, it might be a good idea to see what time it is as well...

Might as well.

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>>39529001
>>B. Quietly sit down, get out your phone and check for any new messages. Also, it might be a good idea to see what time it is as well...
>>C. Take your seat and reflect on how absolutely fucking nuts this last half-year has been and appreciate how far you've come along not just as a fighter, but as a person too
Eh, let's be nice to the newbies.

>>39529001

Seconding >>39529115

>>39529001

B + C

Might as well let your team mates rest. They're fresh off a fight after all.

>>39529115
>>39529199
>>39529450

Cooking up lunch got in the way of this update. Sorry for the wait.

You cheekily think about pulling a prank on Yuri (Who looks as innocent as an angel while snuggling up in her own blanket), but decide not to. The last thing you need is your best friend to have ammunition to pay you back someday, especially for how bad you had heard she, her dad Takuma & Robert Garcia trolled her brother when he went out on a date...

So you take a seat, turn on your cellphone and holy shit this thing's buzzing and lit up like a slot machine, almost vibrating of your hands as you take a look that you have... 15 Text Messages, 7 Missed Calls and Six Voicemails?!

"The fuck is this? you whisper, one eyebrow up and your fingers typing on the tiny touch screen to check where the hell all of this stuff came from. The text messages are all from a couple of numbers you don't recognize, so you start from the top and work your way down... Finding that a majority of them were from Terry Bogard. Curious, you read to find that they were updates bout how your motorcycle had been stolen(!), a friend of Blue Mary's named Kevin was out looking for it but then his pupil/adopted son(?) Rock Howard found your bike after about 6 hours and they had been looking after it at his place since.

Your heart's pounding after reading that one and type and send a quick message before checking the others, one from Shermie thanking you for driving up sales of that swimwear catalog you posed for (And a "Nice royalty check" ready to send, but without a stable address to send it to).

You smile at that, then furrow your brow as you see the last are a couple of pissed-off texts from some Chinese chick you don't recognize babbling about something called "Water Margin"? Sounds you pissed off somebody, but it sounds like you're actually supposed to know this person... Then you recall that little snippet from Blue Mary about a "Body Double" stirring up shit and sigh.

>>39529648

It's just as well that there's somebody else after you; Your life's turned into a bad parody of all those cliched action movies with adjectives, nouns or verbs for names... Or a really trashy Anime could work too. Bottom line is, nothing has come easy for you in live, yet as you lay back in your seat and start to really think about it, for every glaring disaster in your life almost always something good came from it.

Take your pilgrimage to Southtown in the first place, for instance. You've lived there for, what, five years now? After five years in Japan? Goddamn, time flies. But while you can't remember even half of the shitty jobs you took on to pay the bills and keep the lights on in your ratty old apartment(s), each and every step on the way to becoming the woman you are today from fighting, training and more training is as clear as day.

It's when outside factors far bigger than your own personal journey to martial arts nirvana that the crazy shit started to happen to you. Getting struck by a lightning bolt while out training out in the Kyokugen Dojo's courtyard, for instance. It was sheer bad luck and it hurt like hell, but it unlocked your nascent ability to channel electricity through your hands & feet. The fact that you then went on to electrocute yourself by your own hand in front of EVERY SINGLE Kyokugen Black-Belt & "Master"...

Yeah... Nah, that still sucks. And it stings thinking about it, too, because all of that happened AFTER you stole Blue Mary's bike and got beat the shit out of you by a riotsquad courtesy of the Southtown P.D. It's a fucking miracle that you survived all that; Even more when the dojo expelled you.

You STILL can't wrap your head around that. It defies all common fucking sense, even with the embarrassment from your Ki backfiring on you brought up. You were going to be one of the first women outside of Yuri to actually become a grandmaster of the "Sparrow" branch of Kyokugen and they just kick you to the curb?

>>39529973

But then you think about how you probably would still be living at the dojo, doing the same routines and drills with Takuma (and sometimes Ryo) barking orders at you and Yuri and never would meet... Shit, FIVE people at least that you're starting to think of as good friends? Terry, Mary, those crazy grappler chicks you sparred, partied & modeled with, Shermie...

Plus, you still would've tried to hide away from yourself. Deny what god gave you, even if all you've "Seen" and felt and wondered suggests otherwise... Still try to pass yourself off as a really, really pretty boy that kinda looks like that K' guy... Hell, Maybe it was just Takuma's completely misguided way of trying to toughen you up, like what happened to his daughter & son. Of course, it still doesn't change the fact that you want that rematch with him when the tournament's over, but it's starting to make more sense now. ESPECIALLY after that talk in the park after the last round ended...

And you wore a wire once! How many people in their lives can say that? Especially when they're still interested in hiring you. And King for her bar, Bobby Wilson down at the Pao Pao Cafe 2 for either a bouncer or a waitress... Not mention that crazy old guy Lee in china town. Christ, you wouldn't be here today if it weren't for him doing some intense-as-fuck acupuncture sessions to "Re-Wire" your chakras, "trigger" points and Ki flow.

You hear Yuri start to stir and hold off on checking your voicemails until after the plane lands and

"Katie? You awake?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"Are we there yet?" she asks you, rubbing the crud & gunk that shows up in peoples eyes.

"You tell me sunshine. You've got the window seat" you reply.

Yuri opens the curtain and you can see the skyline of Southtown underneath, the sun still high up in the sky and a few clouds in around the area to try and spoil the view of Southtown's bay and the city itself... And smile when it hits you that you're home.

>>39530405

>"You hear Yuri start to stir and hold off on checking your voicemails until after the plane lands and start to stretch your neck again."

Fixed.

===

"Great view huh?"

"Yeah..." is as all Yuri says as you overhear the captain asking all passengers to return to their seats and fasten their seat-belts as the plane starts to lazily turn towards Souttown International Airport.

The landing was thankfully uneventful. So was baggage claim and the many, many security checkpoints before you notice that there weren't any real press or cameras flashing off on any of the three of you.

Then you spot a guy holding a hand-made sign looking for "Katsha Hardcorn" and feel at unease, flashbacks from that weird guy with the flashy jacket trying to kidnap you welling up in your gut... Which happens to be when you spot Terry Bogard and his young charge Rock Howard waiting in one of lounges off to your right.

"What's with the driver?" King asks, still sounding like she just woke up as you also note that there are two beefy-looking guys with weird hair next to the guy with the sign...

>A. Quietly ask Yuri & King if either of them hired a Limo; You've got a bad feeling about this and might have to head out with them quickly...

>B. Head over to Rock & Terry and thank them for getting your cherished motorcycle back and ask why they showed up.

>C. Tell Yuri & King to wait for a second and calmly head to the front desk, asking if there was someone waiting for you.

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>E. RUN FOR IT! THOSE WATER MARGIN FUCKS HIRED GUYS TO KILL US ALL!!!

>>39530757

>C. Tell Yuri & King to wait for a second and calmly head to the front desk, asking if there was someone waiting for you.

Then

>B. Head over to Rock & Terry and thank them for getting your cherished motorcycle back and ask why they showed up.

Always be wary of Limo drivers at the airport.

>>39530757
>"Katsha Hardcorn"
...if this is a kidnapping, it's an amateur job. What does the guy look like?

E tempts me, but
>>B. Head over to Rock & Terry and thank them for getting your cherished motorcycle back and ask why they showed up.
Bike. They got our bike back.

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>>39530757

>B. Head over to Rock & Terry and thank them for getting your cherished motorcycle back and ask why they showed up.

Also, good to see this return.

>MFW Water Margin

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>>39530959

Kind of small, scrawny-looking with glasses. Could be Asian, but it's hard to tell from where you're standing at.

>>39531162

Good to see you too.

>>39530882

Well, with technically 3 "B" votes, I'm going with that for the next update. Any objections?

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>>39531305
None here.
Took your sweet-ass time to show up. Here's hoping whatever word processor you're using doesn't keep eating your sentences; that was a really bad habit.

>>39531891
>>39531305

...OK then. And yeah, my life's been pretty damn hectic lately. Plus, I installed a couple of apps that have allowed me to post, lurk and dump stuff like a boss.

You don't say anything and head over to the waiting area off to the right, Terry & Rock waiting for you. You smile, say "Hey!" and wave your hand, Terry getting up to shake yours and Rock following him.

"Thank you guys so much! I" you start to say, then notice Terry looks pretty beat-up and stop. "What happened?"

"Just a little worse for wear, that's all" he says, sounding oddly defensive about it.

You eye him a little, then nod and figure he got knocked around in his last fight and go to hug Rock. "And thank you for finding my bike little guy."

He blushes, then says "Thank you ma'am. I was out with some friends from school and saw it parked out by an arcade in China Town."

"Really? I think I might know where which one that was" you tell him, then ask Terry "So, y'came t'deliver it I guess?"

"Yeah, something like that" he says as Yuri & King head over to say a few hellos, King asking you "What''s the matter?" with a whisper.

"The limo driver guy's kinda fishy to me" you quietly tell her and she nods, telling you "I'll check up at the front desk to see if they're legitimate."

"Thanks" you reply, then turn back to Terry and say "So y'keepin' in touch with Mary?"

"As much as I can I guess. She's off on a job right now" he replies, then asks "Are you OK?"

You can't help but bristle at that phrase, wondering if he'd just haul ass towards you screaming "BUSTAH WOLF!" as a ki-infused punch knocks you senseless... Which is when that scrawny-looking guy with the placard heads over to you, the two beefy bodyguards flanking him.

"Ms. Hardcorn?"

"It's "Hart-Kern", but yeah?" you ask, arms crossed.

"I'm here to take you and your friends to your rooms at the Hilton" he says, the bodyguards impassive at best.

>>39532022

>A. "What room? Who do you work for?"

>B. Accept and see where this guy takes the three of you...

>C. Decline and tell the girls that you're going to ride out on your bike.

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>E. FREAK OUT & PUNCH PEOPLE.

>>39532039
>A. "What room? Who do you work for?"
"I wasn't made aware of anyone waiting for us or accomodations."

>>39532039

>A. "What room? Who do work for?"

Depending on the asnwer and what the bodyguards do...

>E. FREAK OUT & PUNCH PEOPLE.

>>39532039

>C.

I have a feeling these bodyguards are those two knucklehheads Geese Howard has under his thumb.

>>39532039
>>C. Decline and tell the girls that you're going to ride out on your bike.
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike.

>>39532039

>C.

Let's see what these guys have to say... NOT!

>>39532265
>>39532349
>>39532359
You do realize we don't actually have anywhere to ride, right? Katja is technically homeless right now.

>>39532717

Still, it's probably a good idea to just get out of here and score a cheap room somewhere else for now.

>>39532717
It's not about riding to anywhere. It's about the ride.

>>39532760
You think the benefactor of the King of Fighters, Southtown's #1 claim to fame, is going to let one of the final teams slum it in a cheap motel? The least we can do is humor these guys and see what they're hawking.

>>39532856

Katja is the only one of the group that would actually need a place to stay though. Yuri has the dojo and I imagine King isn't looking around for a room either.

>>39532936
King probably maintains a loft above La Illusion. She DOES own the joint, after all.

>>39532265
>>39532349
>>39532359

You take one good look at these guys, that uneasy feeling not subsiding in the slightest and say "Nah... I think I'll just book my own room somewhere else."

Yuri looks at you funny and King rolls her eyes, honestly looking like she's going to chew you out over accepting a free room when the driver scoffs "You're really going to turn down a suite at the Hilton?"

You stand your ground to his remarks, knowing that the Hilton in Southtown is at least partially owned by Jean-Claude Gabriel (Or one of his group's myriad dummy corporations or fronts, if what Blue Mary showed you is still accurate) and tell Yuri & King "I just want to ride my motorcycle today... That cool?"

"I'dunno Katie, it does seem like a good deal" Yuri says, though King steps in and asks the driver "Which suite?" without missing a beat.

"The Ho-Chi-Minh" the bodyguard with glasses replies, sounding bored.

She mulls it over, then says "... No thanks for me then. I have to check up on Sally & Elizabeth anyway" then leads you out past these clowns and out to the parking lot, Yuri trailing behind you while Terry & Rock both shrug before following suit.

"I thought those guys were up t'o good" you whisper as all of you head out to the main parking lot, looking for your 'bike.

"There isn't any suite like that at The Southtown Hilton" King quietly says as you try not to look back in case those guys are chasing after you.

"Y'sure?"

"I checked in on it when we were there for that dress gala in case we needed a room" she replies as you spot your beloved Triumph Thruxton out near the edge of the main lot, your helmet resting on the seat.

Unfortunately for you, those two guys that claim to be bodyguards (And might very well be) are right behind you while Yuri, Terry & Rock stay back a tiny bit in case things get ugly.

"Ms. Harkern! We need to talk" the other, dreadlock-sporting guy asks as you stand and turn with your arms down low, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

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>>39533045

>A. Keep your guard up and hear what these guys have to say.

>B. Hop on your bike, GTFO of there and ride out to...? (Write-In locations encouraged with this vote)

>C. Stare them down and see if you can get them to leave you alone. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>E. FREAK OUT & PUNCH PEOPLE.

I have to head out after this and should be back in around half an hour or so. Please keep this round alive until then.

>>39533110
>A. Keep your guard up and hear what these guys have to say.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>39533110

D20? Whatever...

>C. Stare them down and see if you can get them to leave you alone. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>39533110
>>C. Stare them down and see if you can get them to leave you alone. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)
We can go for a ride once they aren't a problem.

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>>39533161
>>39533192
>Opting out of the opportunity for banter
>Especially Australian banter
Shameful.

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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>39533110

>A. Keep your guard up and hear what these guys have to say.
>C. Stare them down and see if you can get them to leave you alone. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)

No Fucks Given.

>>39533110

>A. Keep your guard up and hear what these guys have to say.

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Got stuck in traffic. Apologies for the delay.

>>39533412
>>39533161
>>39533192

Hmm... OK, well, there's two votes apiece for Option A and Option C, with 1 vote to combine them... Go with A? C? Or the Combo?

>>39534288

Combine them I guess.

>>39534288

I'll switch to a Combination of A & C to help this along.

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>>39534361

Bah, keep my combination vote I guess.

>>39534512

>Not "KoF Quest up to Round 16"

You had ONE JOB.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>39534288

Also, go for a Combo Vote I guess.

>>39534560
>>39534324
>>39533412

DC Check: 15
Highest d20 Roll: 10
The Intimidate Check Fails.

You give these two guys the meanest, coldest glare you can think of as the big guy with dreads starts talking to you.

"We're from a private protection agency" he starts to say.

"And?"

"Well, there have been threats made on your life in the last few weeks... Our company was contracted to protect your life while you're still in Southtown" he concludes.

"For how long? And who hired you?" you ask, not quite convinced of their story.

"Our employers are always confidential" the guy with the glasses chips in. "But, a pipe bomb was discovered on the street corner of the apartment building that housed your last listed address..."

You slightly soften at that, but then harden back up and ask "Then why is it that the suite at The Hilton that's supposed t'be fer'me not exist?"

The glasses guy looks a bit surprised at that, though his dreadlocked partner offers up a hasty explanation. "My buddy here got the names mixed up; He was talking about the Presidential Suite. It USED to be called theHo-Chi-Minh until our current Prez stopped there on his last campaign trail."

"Really?"

"For sure" he says, smiling at you & King while you don't move, still looking like you'll kick these guy's arses.

>A. Tell them "Yeah, Nah, you're both cunts" and GTFO out of there, riding off to...? (Write-In locations encouraged with this vote)

>B. Ask these guys to call up the hotel and confirm that there's a "Pesidential Suite" and it's marked for you; If not, get the drop on them and beat them up until they start squealing.

>C. Kick their asses. (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>E. Try to explain to them that even with those threats, you don't need any extra protection. (Roll 1d20 for Diplomacy)

>>39534855
>B. Ask these guys to call up the hotel and confirm that there's a "Pesidential Suite" and it's marked for you; If not, get the drop on them and beat them up until they start squealing.

>>39534855

>B. Ask these guys to call up the hotel and confirm that there's a "Pesidential Suite" and it's marked for you; If not, get the drop on them and beat them up until they start squealing.

The fact that they spelled "Presidential" wrong is enough to warrant a call on their bluff.

>>39534855
>>A. Tell them "Yeah, Nah, you're both cunts" and GTFO out of there, riding off to...?
Pao Pao, maybe? Or pay Lee Pai Long a visit. Hell, head for that glade where we met Geese. Iunno, somewhere that's not here where we can assess our options without the goons.

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>>39534855

Head for the park where we did Tai-Chi.

>>39535079

Oh, and go with >A. I guess.

>>39534855

B, then A. Wait for them to either blow their cover or prove they're legit, beat them up if they'really up to no good, then ride out to anywhere but here.

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>>39535184
If this is a trap, this is one of the most poorly laid-out traps yet. I'm even willing to see if they can try and pull it off.

>>39535247

lol'd hard. Goentiz would've been a good choice too.

>>39534912
>>39534942
>>39534960
>>39535079
>>39535184

Once again, it's a TIE with the swing vote technically for both... Option A? Option B? Or another Combination?

>>39535342
Start with B, since we're not actually leaving anywhere yet.

>>39535342

>B.

We need to stretch our body out a little, right? What better way than with these two punks.

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>>39535342

I'll switch to B to speed this up.

>>39535342
Eh. Voltron it up. May as well.

>>39535342

Sticking with the Combo.

>>39535342

Late to the party, but I'd combine the two. Keep all the options open.

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>>39535357
>>39535417
>>39535375
>>39535507
>>39535456
>>39535431

3-3 TIE... FINAL DESTINATION VOTE!

>B. Ask these guys to call up the hotel and confirm that there's a "Pesidential Suite" and it's marked for you; If not, get the drop on them and beat them up until they start squealing.

Or

>D. Something Else (Combination of A & B votes)

>Pic Unrelated

>>39535567

>D. Something Else (Combination of A & B votes)

>>39535567
B. If the deal is legit, we may as well take it up.

>>39535567
>D. Something Else (Combination of A & B votes)

>>39535567

>D.

>>39535567

>B. Ask these guys to call up the hotel and confirm that there's a "Pesidential Suite" and it's marked for you; If not, get the drop on them and beat them up until they start squealing.

>>39535567

>Something Else (Combination of A & B votes)

Gimme the Combo.

>>39535694
>>39535653
>>39535652
>>39535599

"Call'em up then."

"Excuse me?"

"If I really have a suite for me, then call up the hotel" you tell them. "I've had too many bloody things like this go pear-shaped on me. So call them and confirm it."

He looks at you for a second but you stare him down again, a sort of Mexican stand-off between the two

You can hear him

"Southtown Hilton?"

"Yeah, this is Katja Hartkern. Do I have a room booked under my name?" you half-ask, half-bark as your nerves are on edge.

"Is there something wrong? Credit Card trouble?" the voice on the other side asks.

"Maybe..." you say, holding up a hand to Yuri, Terry & Rock while King casually starts to crack her knuckles "Just in case".

After a few awkward minutes of silence, the voie on the other ends tells you "Yes... You're currently booked for the presidential suite on the top floor."

Your eyes widen at that, then you meekly tell the clerk "Thanks" and toss the phone back to him.

"So?"

"... I can't believe it myself, but it's legit" you say out loud, half-surprised that someone out there gifted you this. "Sorry fer 'doubtin' yah."

"No prob" the dreads guy says.

"So... Yeah, I think I'll check my room out and then hit the town" you tell King, then ask these two "Bodyguards" to drive your bags there before walking over to Terry & Rock.

"What was that all about?" Terry asks, scratching his head at your antics.

"I'm paranoid" you candidly admit with a sigh. "The two of ya' can get on if ya'want."

Terry takes a moment, then nods and says "Alright... I'll catch you around town."

"Always" you say with a smile, then give Rock a little hug and tell Yuri "I'm headin;' out... You want a ride?"

"... I'd like to, but I have to check in with Sho back at the dojo or else dad'll ream me" she says.

"I can take you there. I got a spare helmet on me" you say, then check with King and ask her "We don't have any media visits or interviews today, right?"

>>39536040

She shakes her head "No" and you smile, tossing Yuri the extra helmet that you keep in one of your saddlebags before straddling your 'bike and firing it up.

"Anything happens to my bags, I'll beat the fuck out both of ya''!" you yell back to those guys, not quite sure if they're supposed to be "Two foxes sent to guard the hen-house" or just a couple of really, really incompetent goons for some two-bit mobster. Either way, if you can use them? Use them. You ARE technically homeless, after all...

About an hour later you arrive at the far northern part of Southtown, halfway between the city proper and the new stadium that's hosting your next fight. You take a moment to check your surroundings and are relieved to find that limo driver had followed you, the two goons holding your bags.

"Thanks boys. Now let's get'm upstairs" you say, almost genuine gratitude in your voice as you half-expect these guys to start fighting you in an elevator or something.

After a quick check-in and directions, you arrive at what feels like the very top of the largest building that makes up the Southtown Hilton, a pair of ominous double-doors awaiting you. You swing them open and...?

"Well shit, this is new" you think as you take a look around. It's an undeniably opulent and spacious two-story suite, though it's a tad dated for your tastes; It looks like the kind of room that a Triad Boss in some 80's Hong Kong action flick might call his base of operations. Not only that, but you can see a couple of small, slightly-darker shade of reds spots getting cleaned up by a could of maids...And are those fucking bullet casings? The fuck is that shit?

>A. "Yeah, I think I'll just get going then" and try to slip out of here; This place gives you the damn creeps. (Roll 1d20 for Speed)

>B. Tell these guys to head out and start to unpack, then check out the rest of your voicemails and see if you can catch up on the news of the day.

>C. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>>39536510
>B. Tell these guys to head out and start to unpack, then check out the rest of your voicemails and see if you can catch up on the news of the day.
Let's not ask too many questions.

>>39536510
>>B. Tell these guys to head out and start to unpack, then check out the rest of your voicemails and see if you can catch up on the news of the day.
Check our bags aint been screwed with, then sweep for bugs. Electronic and crawly.

>>39536510

>B.

OK, it's a free room. A drug-dealer's room, but it's still a free room. We've stayed in worse... And why am I thinking that this place is supposed to look like the John Woo'd Scarface Mansion?

>>39536510

>B.

Seconding Tigers suggestion to check the bags.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>39536510

>A. "Yeah, I think I'll just get going then" and try to slip out of here; This place gives you the damn creeps. (Roll 1d20 for Speed)

>>39536510

>B. Tell these guys to head out and start to unpack, then check out the rest of your voicemails and see if you can catch up on the news of the day.

If this is one of Gabriel's hotels, then is place like Robert's pad? But for that one guy? "Wind" I think was his name?

>>39536736

If it was, Oswald would've showed up looking for him already.

>>39536736
It feels more like a downscaled version of Robert's pad.

>>39536736
>>39536672
>>39536644
>>39536623
>>39536545

You take a few steps around the place, trying to look like you're admiring the onyx-colored tables, pillars and maroon-colored walls, an odd mixture of Gothic & East-Asian design around you.

"Just set the bags up in wherever the bedroom is 'kay?" you ask, then try grab your phone and start to call up your answering machine.

That's when you hear them drop your bags on the floor and turn around, glancing at them as the two maids that were cleaning up the dried blood scurry out of the suite.

>A. Throw out some trash-talk and go in swinging against them. (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage) (Write-In Dialogue encouraged with this vote)

>B. Let them come to you and if they try to attack, counter-hit these guys with your best attacks (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Defense & Attack Damage)

>C Simply ask "Really?" and try to use that "Strayan' Death-Stare" you inherited from your dad to put the fear of... Well, some major deity into these clowns. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)

>D. GTFO out of here NOW! (Roll 1d20 for Speed)

>E. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>39537085
>>C Simply ask "Really?" and try to use that "Strayan' Death-Stare" you inherited from your dad to put the fear of... Well, some major deity into these clowns. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>39537085

>C.

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>>39537106
>>39537210

Unfortunately, I have to head back home. Voting will still continue, but my next update will be within half an hour or so.

>>39537261
eh, I needed to sleep anyway.

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>>39537085
>C Simply ask "Really?" and try to use that "Strayan' Death-Stare" you inherited from your dad to put the fear of... Well, some major deity into these clowns. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>39537516

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>>39537085

>C. Simply ask "Really?" and try to use that "Strayan' Death-Stare" you inherited from your dad to put the fear of... Well, some major deity into these clowns. (Roll 1d20 for Intimidation)

Truly, it is the greatest non-lethal weapon in our arsenal. Heh, "Arse".

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>>39537437

G'night Tiger.

>>39537106
>>39537210
>>39537516
>>39537994

OK, that took forever... Damn deer and stags and bunny rabbits hopping across the road every few miles! I've got a quest to run! With a unanimous decision, Option C takes the vote.

>>39538052

DC Check: 12
Highest Roll: 16
The Intimidation Check passes!

You dig deep, REALLY deep into your psyche to try and end this failure of a kidnapping/black mail/whatever-the-fuck with something passed down to you from your father's side of the family that you have dubbed "The 'Strayan Death Stare."

Amazingly, it looks like it's actually working for once.

You simply ask "Really?" and get into a combat stance for a second, the big guy with the dreads looking slightly nervous while the dude with the glasses takes them off and crouches down low, one arm dangling in front of him while his other is up to guard whatever might come his way...

Except nothing does. After about 2 minutes that seem like two hours, you get out of your stance and start to create a little spark of electricity while still giving them "The Glare", their will to try and fight you dropping by the second.

"Fuck it man, Mother Goose don't pay us enough f'this shit" the one guy says while shrugging at you while glasses admits "... Fine. Have it your way" as he walks off with him.

"One thing before you leave" you start to ask, catching the glasses guy off-guard a little as he stops.

"What?"

"Why'd you act like this t'me?"

He pauses at that one, then admits "Our boss wanted to have us recruit you in our new gang... Take the city back from the damn Imoutos. He rates you highly."

"And he thought this would work?"

They both shrug at that remark, though the dreads guy admits "I'dunno, he could've killed us both when he fought us... But he didn't."

"Sounds about right from when I talked to'm" you reply, then think for a moment to add "Tell him that I decline his offer, but the next time I get a chance I'll meet him up in the forest."

The glasses guy (Who now has some kind of thin, outrageous pompadour of a hairstyle when he takes off his cap) nods at you before heading out the door, leaving you all alone...?

>>39538330

Not wasting any time, you check the bags and start to unpack them, finding a couple of dime-sized cameras and what looks like a spider-like robot rigged with a microphone. You drown the thing in the bathroom's sink and then smash it with a couple of good stomps from your boots and sigh. First Gabriel and that "Dr. McNinja" guy that gave you the scar on your chest that just won't go away, then that freaky goth chick that could levitate and fry your brain with a flick of her finger, now these guys...

"Mo'money, mo'fame, mo'problems" you say to yourself as you get back to those messages on your phone... One from Shermie that's just a longer version of her texts and how she really wants to get in touch with you soon, as she's got another offer to do a second photoshoot for her after the tournament ends (Not to mention some garbled part about "Exclusive Rights?"), one from some guy at the Pao Pao Cafe 2 about a bar tab you haven't paid off in like 5 months, one from Robert asking how you've been and wondering how your fights have gone... but then it gets kind of weird.

Two messages are just... Static? No, hang on, it's just someone breathing. Not the classic "[Heavy Breathing]" kind either; Just like someone left their phone on next to their mouth and forgot to turn it off. Then the last message... Holy shit, you aren't sure whether you should laugh, cry with laughter, or call the guy back, but someone called you out to a 1-on-1 fight in Second Southtown.

>A. Listen to that message again; Shit's hilarious enough you gotta save it to play for your friends later.

>B. Call him up and accept his challenge; Hell, you're fired up enough after hearing that you could fight him today and win.

>C. Laugh it off, then check the news for stuff and think about what's on the menu... On second thought, call up room service and ask who paid for this pad in the first place.

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

Last update of the night is up next.

>>39538902

>A. Listen to that message again; Shit's hilarious enough you gotta save it to play for your friends later.

Fuck it, end this thread with some comedy I guess.

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>>39538902

>A. Listen to that message again; Shit's hilarious enough you gotta save it to play for your friends later.

>>39538902
>A. Listen to that message again; Shit's hilarious enough you gotta save it to play for your friends later.

>>39539045
>>39539154
>>39539176

You shake your head as you still think about what this guy, a guy who never actually revealed his name, said over the phone. You immediately save the message, then listen to it again:

>"Hello, yes, uh, I believe I've reach paid professional Bikini Model headquarters? Uh, Katja Hartkern? Paid professional actor slash bikini girl? Hey listen dyke face; Remember how you ducked me? Back at the Kyokugen Dojo two years ago you wouldn't fight me, started talkin' shit behind my back so I dropped out, went around and beat Bruce Leeroy? Yeah, THAT Bruce Leeroy. The same fucking fraud who claims he's "Perfect" since turning pro... And what's sad is that Bruce Leeroy would knock you the FUCK OUT.

>"So tell me this, if I can beat somebody who can KO you in the first round and make you cry like the Abbo bitch you are, then why the fuck did you stage that fake-ass "Fight" with Duck King in San Fran you piece of shit... Man, if I hit you with all of my power, you're gonna spit your gums out and every tooth's gonna fly down the back of your fucking throat, bitch. You're a fucking fake-ass prima-donna tin-can, so let's settle this right fucking now a'ight?

>"Come to Second South Gym, down on 9th and Park Avenue. I'm the champ, you're a fucking joke. I sent you an E-Mail of my last fight; Took down a Kickboxer twice my size in 28 seconds. You wanna be next? Then let's get it on right now bitch. You're a fucking clown! A 6'5", 250-Pounder and he failed. FAILED! To fucking beat me. It's in the video; shit's on Videomotion right now! I beat this guy's ass on camera and he can't live it down from five fucking angles man... So let's get this shit on. Let's fight this out. In 2012 you agreed to fight me on the last weekend in June after classes ended and everybody went to bed and guess what? You ran. You fucking RAN AWAY from me! Backed out, split. Don't do that this time.

>>39539294

>"Let me tell you something else. Back when I was locked up in fucking county, I taught all the east-siders how to fight alright? I fucking knocked out one them -CLOWN FACE!- straight in the damn jaw. Last year, I knocked out an Imouto COLD, you fucking hear me? Three Left Hooks. Little bitch was down crying on the floor face-down while her "Oh so Kawa~ii" freinds shuttled her off to the fucking hospital! Problem is I can't leave the city because I'm on probation and my officer's a total dick, so you gotta come to me. I can't cross the bridge and head out to fucking hicksville you live in so you come to me, a'ight? Second Southown champion right here and you come to me to fight. No excuses!"

It's a stark reminder of the kind of harsh, derogatory language that you and your mother had to deal with back home in Australia (Especially when you were in highschool). It's also probably just some guy that never even tried to take the dojo classes seriously and has a chip on his shoulder about it, looking to take down past or present any member he could find...

Fuck, you're actually torn about this. On one hand, he never actually stated his name, so it might just be some big wind-up/ensnarement thing to get the big, popular fighter like yourself to tarnish your reputation... On the other hand, NO ONE calls you an "Abbo" or a "Dyke" and lives the same afterward...

>A. Call up some friends, ask their opinion on it and see if you can convince any of them to act as back-up and/or witnesses. (Roll 1d20 for Persuasion) (Suggestions on who to call are encouraged with this vote)

>B. Blow him off and check the news for the day; Nothing good can come from feeding a troll this big... Besides, your focus is on "The Infinite Match" right now; His little "Challenge" can wait.

>C. Call him back and accept his challenge... Then get a camera crew to film the beat-down this guy's gonna get.

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

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>>39539399

And that's it for now everybody! Thanks for all that played today/tonight and if this thread lives through tomorrow morning, it shall continue at around 10 AM PST/1 PM EST.

If not, check my Twitter for further announcements. I intend to go no more than a week between threads from now on, give-or-take something truly important (Death in my family, new job schedule, injury requiring a hospital stay etc. etc..

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>>39539294
>>39539399

Holy Shit.

>B. Blow him off and check the news for the day; Nothing good can come from feeding a troll this big... Besides, your focus is on "The Infinite Match" right now; His little "Challenge" can wait.

>>39539399
>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)
Call him back, call him a cunt who isn't competing in the KOF, and tell him we'll follow up after the tournament, assuming some fuckhead spider doesn't bite his ballsack and leave him a eunuch with no balls left to spare.

Go full bogan if you have to.

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>>39539399

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

Frankly, it would be easy enough to try and sweep something like this under the rug and call it one PO'ed ex-Kyokugen Karateka blowing off steam (Or a Todoh-Style fighter talking trash and lying through his teeth), but >>39539580 is spot on:

Call him up, chew him out, more-or-less accept his challenge but tell him their's more to come or something. It gives us time to talk about it with our friends, get a camera crew ready to film it for "documentation purposes"and we can just focus on the tournament.

>>39539756

Also, this thread has now been archived on sup/tg/.

>>39542486

Oi, save that stuff for later mate. Threads have been deleted over lesser cheesecake than that!

Still a great pic though, good god.

>>39539399

>B. Blow him off and check the news for the day; Nothing good can come from feeding a troll this big... Besides, your focus is on "The Infinite Match" right now; His little "Challenge" can wait.

>>39543187
But that's the exact picture Katja is designed around.

>>39543883

I have been banned for posting it in draw threads though...

>>39542486

Now we need Katja doing the "Sweaty Guy" pose...

>>39539399

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

Same thing as >>39539580 & >>39539756 I guess, because this is the kind of shithead that needs to be made an example of.

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>>39542486

Finally have an excuse to post my shitty original content.

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>>39539399
>>B. Blow him off and check the news for the day; Nothing good can come from feeding a troll this big... Besides, your focus is on "The Infinite Match" right now; His little "Challenge" can wait.

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>>39539399

>B. Blow him off and check the news for the day; Nothing good can come from feeding a troll this big... Besides, your focus is on "The Infinite Match" right now; His little "Challenge" can wait.

>>39544419
>>39544390

>>39544647
Took a bit of hunting, but I found the pic that image is from again. I then found out it was linked in round 44.
Doy.
Is good cheesecake, though.

>>39539399
D.
What >>39539580 said. MAXIMUM STRAYA CUNT

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>>39539294
>>39539399

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

Go full Straya Cunt on his ass.

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>>39545067
>>39544991
>>39544390
>>39539756
>>39539580

With a tight vote of 5-4, Option D takes this vote and updates are on the way.

>>39544419

>MFW

>>39545270

>Updates officially resume

>You're still in direct control of Katja Hartken

>Days until your next fight in "The Infinite Match": 7

>Time of day: Afternoon...?

You stare at your phone for a long, deliberate count to ten, breathing in and out at a controlled pace. It's practice that your mother and later your first sensei at the Osaka Kyokugen Dojo had drilled into you to calm your nerves... And open up your Ki flow too, but mostly to calm your nerves.

"..." Nope, you're still mad at this motherfucker who left that hilariously ribald message on your phone. So you call him up, get his answering machine and leave a voicemail of your own:

>"Oi. Just got your message because I was out in Japan all'o'last week. Who the fuck d'you think y'are? You fucking cunt I'll skin yer damn hide fer sayin' that shit to me. You think you're so fuckin' bad hidin' behind your cute lil'flip phone? Why aren't you out in the King of Fighters like I am? Where's your 9 Million Dollar paycheck?

>"And I ain't gonna blow this off. Hell no. You call me'nAbbo AND a Dyke? You're furckin' dead man walkin' mate. Shit, I'd love to run y'scared right now, TODAY even, but I got obligations y'know? It's feast'er'famine fer'me right now and your just a buncha' bloody bread crumbs compared to the 5-Course Dinner I'm looking to get from winning KOF.

>"That's bein' a grown-up fuckin' IS, you bloody tosser... Somethin' you'll prolly never get to experience in your sad lil'life. But I'll be gunnin'fer'ya' after I win. Well, assumin' that some fuckhead spider the size'o'my fist I imported from back home doesn't bite yer' ballsack and leave him a eunuch with no balls left to spare."

You end the call and take a breath, your body bursting with energy after chewing that guy out. You could've went "Full Bogan" on him, but decided not to halfway through the call. Hell, it took all of your self-control to keep raw electricity shooting out of your fingertips and fry your phone.

>>39545657

Even after a few minutes that "Amped-Up" feeling doesn't leave your body, that energy from deep inside of you calling out for some kind of activity... What do you do?

>A. Unpack all of your stuff, then hit the town. Your bike, it calls out to you still and the road shall roll on. (Write-In locations encouraged with this vote)

>B. Call up the front desk and see if there's some kind of gym in the hotel you can safely use. If not, strip down to some shorts and a T-Shirt and do bodyweight exercises.

>C. Fire up your lap-top, check in the news of the day and see if there's some kind of anonymous forum you can go on to vent your frustrations in...?

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>>39545710

>A. Unpack all of your stuff, then hit the town. Your bike, it calls out to you still and the road shall roll on. (Write-In locations encouraged with this vote)

Pao Pao Cafe 2. Roll up and take on who've wants to fight you, then pay off your tab.

>>39545710

>C. Fire up your lap-top, check in the news of the day and see if there's some kind of anonymous forum you can go on to vent your frustrations in...?

To FightChan!

>>39545710
What time is it? If it's not too late in the day,
>>A. Unpack all of your stuff, then hit the town. Your bike, it calls out to you still and the road shall roll on. (Write-In locations encouraged with this vote)
Shermie wanted to get in touch. Head down to the boutique.
otherwise,
>>B. Call up the front desk and see if there's some kind of gym in the hotel you can safely use. If not, strip down to some shorts and a T-Shirt and do bodyweight exercises.

>>39545710
>>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)
Masturbate

>>39545710

If it's early enough in the day (Which, when you consider that a flight from Japan to the east coast of the United States takes around 14 Hours minimum), then I'll second >>395458304

>>39545841

Sexual Release fucks your Ki flow. Also, there would be a debate over who she would flick the bean to and that might tank the thread.

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>>39545819

That would be funny, but I'd save it for late at night.

>>39545710

>B. Call up the front desk and see if there's some kind of gym in the hotel you can safely use. If not, strip down to some shorts and a T-Shirt and do bodyweight exercises.

Work the energy off.

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>>39545841
Pic related.

>>39545895
Seeing as that's my post number followed by a 4, was that supposed to be the Shermie visit you were seconding?

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>>39545931

Of course!

>>39545710
>A. Unpack all of your stuff, then hit the town. Your bike, it calls out to you still and the road shall roll on.
May as well let the road cool Katja's nerves, what with a thrumming hog vibrating the anger away. I'll also second paying Shermie a visit, so Katja can thank her properly for the swimsuit and extra publicity; Japan LOVES her.

More importantly, thank her for giving her the self-confidence and spark to be more comfortable with herself than ever before. It can't be stressed enough that of all the changes in Katja's life, Shermie and her swimsuit catalog shoot is one of the most pivotal.

>>39545830
>>39545895

Got occupied a little by talking to a friend. Sorry for the delay.

You check your phone and see that... It's the date that you left? June 9th? And that it's still only 3 PM? The FUCK?!

"Time zones're'bloody weird" you say to yourself, then shrug and call up Shermie, leaving a message that you'll be over at her boutique as soon as you can. After suiting up and over two hours of riding later (And after going through so many damn construction zones you wonder if they're short of crews or something), you arrive on the northern shore of Sound Beach, the sun just starting to lazily drift low in the sky.

At a glance, Shermie's shop looks like it either closed its doors or it sold everything out of stock because aside from a cardboard cut-out holding up a stack of "Filler" catalogs (With a "Sold Out" sticker on the display), there's hardly anything inside. That's when you hear the owner herself say "Oh, Katja! So good to see you."

You turn around and see Shermie and smile. "Yeah, nice t'see you too. How's business?"

"I can barely keep up with the demand and the catalog's already on its third printing" she beams.

"Really?"

She nods and asks "How was Japan?"

"Me'n'me mates stayed in rooms the size of coffins for three days, I didn't actually get to fight anybody outside of sparring and some tosser just tried to chew me out over the phone" you tell her with a matter-of-fact tone. "Other than that? Just peachy."

"Oh? I'm sorry to hear that..."

"Yeah... It's awright. At least I'm popular over there..." You almost sheepishly admit, then ask "But what's this 'bout a check?"

"Ah, let me get that for you" she says, following her out to the back of her shop.

"I can't thank you enough how much you've helped me out" you start to say, pausing to really get your feelings across.

"Yeah, you really were that certain something that added to the photoshoot and made it... 'More', you know?" she says while fiddling with the lock.

>>39545895
>Sexual Release fucks your Ki flow.
You'd think it would actually be a boon, since at the end of it all, it releases tension, helps you feel better and, in some documented cases, perform better at tasks.

>>39546443

It's mainly a Wuxia thing, but I keep wondering if Katja remains celibate to focus her energy towards her goal and keep her body in tip-top shape.

>>39546477
Happens to the best martial artists.
>CAN'T FUCK, GOTTA GET HUGE AND BREAK BLOCKS

>>39546412

"Nah mate. It helped me out as a person too" you finally say as she unlocks the door.

She looks back at you, probably raising an eyebrow underneath that head of hair she has and you continue. "Before I walked into your store... I wanted to just hide myself from the world. Be unseen. Be somethin' I'm not..."

"Like a butterfly in a cocoon?"

"... Kinda, but I wanted t'be in that cocoon forever" you admit. "And yeah, the extra publicity I'm getting isn't bad at all, but I never would've got that if weren't for you and the others helping me break through."

Shermie nods and hands you a Manila-colored slip of paper, four figures written on it in all of the right places. Not bad.

"That's just for this quarter" she tells you. "If the sales keep up like this, expect two more, maybe three."

"Sounds good t'me" you tell her, the ask "And my message got a little garbled, but you talked somethin' 'bout me being "Exclusive"?"

"Yes" Shermie says, then lays it out for you in around 15 minutes or so. Most of it goes in one ear and out the other, but the key factor is that she wants you model not just for her on a regular basis, but also get options for an Australian company Robert Garcia's importing into the United States that uses "Real Athletes for Real Athletic Wear", including for catwalk shows...

>A. Accept of course! It would be a great sign of disrespect to say no to the person that got you started in this little side business. Plus, you gotta pay the bills somehow right?

>B. Tell her you need to think about it. You're interested for sure, but right now fighting comes first. Besides, what would happen if you lost your next fight and the press turned on you?

>C. Decline. You want to keep your options open in case some major company decides that they want YOU to push products...

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

Going on a little lunch break after this. I'll be back within half an hour.

>>39546686
>>A. Accept of course! It would be a great sign of disrespect to say no to the person that got you started in this little side business. Plus, you gotta pay the bills somehow right?
We've been hemming and hawing on the job front for a long time, now. Yeah, fighting takes priority, but this seems like a pretty good job. You work with your friends, its a massive confidence booster, good pay, decent travel opportunities, meet interesting people... and probably beat them up. After offending their delicate sensibilities with the glory of full Straya Katja.
That, and it's an in to places we wouldn't be able to go otherwise.
Fun.

>>39546686

>A.

This isn't even a question.

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>>39546686

>A. Accept of course! It would be a great sign of disrespect to say no to the person that got you started in this little side business. Plus, you gotta pay the bills somehow right?

We don't have the right mindset to be a full-time secret agent for Vanessa, Ramon & Seth (IMHO), being a bouncer or waiting tables would get boring after a while and though being an apprentice for King might be damn fun, it limits what Katja could do outside of fighting tremendously.

Seriously, this idea looks great. Plus, thinking about what Katja would look like on a catwalk makes me laugh.

>>39546686

>A. Accept of course! It would be a great sign of disrespect to say no to the person that got you started in this little side business. Plus, you gotta pay the bills somehow right?

Just make sure we don't turn into a complete sell-out and I'm OK with this.

>>39546820
>>39546833
>>39546940
>>39546998

"Did you even need to ask? Of course I'll sign."

"... Really?"

"Yeah. I owe at least this much to you" you tell her, confident in your decision that's probably going to change your life forever...

Shermie hugs the hell out of you and you feel almost winded by it, strains of Simon & Garfunkle off somewhere in the distance until Shermie breaks away from you and turns off a small radio that was hooked up to a larger, hidden soundsystem.

"I never like what this station plays after we close" she absentmindedly says, then turns around and asks "So, if you don't mind, I'd like to get the contracts out today, maybe tomorrow?"

"Let's just get ole' Robbie on the phone and hash it out now; I've got a buncha' press conferences'n'meet-and-greets tomorrow" you reply, a small shudder going up through you at those words.

Shermie giggles as she heads over to her desk back in her office and starts to mill around looking for the right paperwork... And damn, this is really it huh? Your an employee for a couple of major companies now... Obligations to fill, an image to live up to, clipped responses at interviews, product placements...

On the other hand, sweet dosh is sweet dosh and damn if it doesn't feel good to have an option to make money if this whole fighting gig doesn't pan out for the long-term. She comes back with the contract & a phone that's got Robert Garcia on the other line and the three of you hash the contract out for about an hour, the sun starting to set on the coastline when all's said and done.

"I'll be seeing you

>A. Offer Shermie a chance to go out with you to dinner or something. If she declines, celebrate somewhere on your own; You can finally say that you've earned a day off from training for once.

>B. Work out on the beach until the sun goes down, then ride out back to the hotel to check up on the news of the day/train some more/shower/sleep etc. etc.

>C. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

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>>39547291

I see what you did there.

>B. Work out on the beach until the sun goes down, then ride out back to the hotel to check up on the news of the day/train some more/shower/sleep etc. etc.

Train, eat, get news, then FightChan.

>>39547291

>B. Work out on the beach until the sun goes down, then ride out back to the hotel to check up on the news of the day/train some more/shower/sleep etc. etc.

>>39547291

>A. Offer Shermie a chance to go out with you to dinner or something. If she declines, celebrate somewhere on your own; You can finally say that you've earned a day off from training for once.

It's time for Shenanigans.

>>39547291

>B.

Wellp, our future looks secure. LETS GET HUGE AND BREAK BLOCKS. WITH OUR ASS!

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>>39547520

That's how Yuri got her black belt, right?

>>39547291

>B. Work out on the beach until the sun goes down, then ride out back to the hotel to check up on the news of the day/train some more/shower/sleep etc. etc.

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>>39547591
>>39547520
>>39547430
>>39547381

You think about going out to dinner and even thought about inviting Shermie, but you instead decide to quietly head down towards the "South" side of Sound Beach and train a little bit until the sun fully sets on the horizon line. This takes about an hour and a half and by the end of it a few people are watching you go through your motions, not that you care. A couple of flashes from cameras go off and you smile, feeling like you're a damn lucky woman when you hop back on your 'bike (Especially when you feel like your old self after those katas in the sand).

The thrum of the Thruxton out on the open road and the jolts you get when you ride through the city streets to get to the right highway on-ramp feel oddly soothing to you and before you know it, you're back at the hotel up north of the city. A quick check-in later and your back in the suite.

Curiously, you don't feel hungry at all and chalk it up to all of the sleep you got on the flight in... Still, you check the menu for that room service has and, to your dismay, everything's over-priced to hell and back and you'll have to pay for your meals here.

"Figures" you sigh, then take a quick shower and take a good look at the bag you put your lap-top in... When you notice something that wasn't there when you were last here resting on a table on upper half of your room. Curious and guarded in case someone else is here, you stealthily walk over and see a newspaper that's dated to go on sale tomorrow...?

>A. "Must be a perk of stayin' here" and start thumbing through it.

>B. Through the damn thin out in case it's poisoned or something.

>C. Call up the front desk and ask if getting newspapers are part of any kind of incidentals or something. If not, KILL IT WITH FIRE! No, wait, ELECTRICITY!

>D. Ignore it and get out your trusty computer and look for somewhere to vent any frustrations built up from your day.

>E. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>>39547836

>C. Call up the front desk and ask if getting newspapers are part of any kind of incidentals or something. If not, KILL IT WITH FIRE! No, wait, ELECTRICITY!

Then

>D. Ignore it and get out your trusty computer and look for somewhere to vent any frustrations built up from your day.

Well, ignore what you just did, anyway.

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>>39547836

>A. "Must be a perk of stayin' here" and start thumbing through it.

>>39547932

Raijin, shit.

>>39547836

>A. "Must be a perk of stayin' here" and start thumbing through it.

What could go wrong?

>>39547836
>>A. "Must be a perk of stayin' here" and start thumbing through it.
Put some damn gloves on first. Do not trust in the nonexistence of dangerous contact poisons in shady mob hotels.

>>39547836

>A.

Time for Info-dumps.

>>39548336
>>39548247
>>39547989
>>39547932

You eye the newspaper (A copy of "The Southtown Gazette") suspiciously, the cover article looking enticing and the sidebars giving you an idea about why Terry Bogard was sore about his injuries... Still, you feel that it's not the best idea to grab it with your bare hands, so you grab a pair of gloves that one of the cleaning ladies from earlier in the day left behind and take a look.

Your eyes widen at the main cover article about the President of the United States railing about how the once mighty "World Warrior" tournament have gone soft (And that he's going to compete when his second term is done, not to mention he's fucking JACKED for a man his age), but then you see a few other stories that catch your eye...

>A. Read the full report on "The Lonely Wolves" Vs. "The Wildcard Team" fight. You're not exactly looking forward to it though...

>B. See the "Exclusive" Op-Ed column on "The Infinite Match" as a whole. This looks pretty bad just on the wording alone.

>C. Take a look at the Business section and skim through a piece on "The Paragon Group". Who knows, you might learn something...

>D. Check out who the cutie leading into the Politics section is supposed to be... Er, and get a refresher on local politics as a whole.

>E. Skim through the whole thing before you head for bed.

>F. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>>39548596

>B. See the "Exclusive" Op-Ed column on "The Infinite Match" as a whole. This looks pretty bad just on the wording alone.

Get the hard one out of the way.

>>39548596
>>B. See the "Exclusive" Op-Ed column on "The Infinite Match" as a whole. This looks pretty bad just on the wording alone.

>>39548596

>A.

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>>39548596

>B. See the "Exclusive" Op-Ed column on "The Infinite Match" as a whole. This looks pretty bad just on the wording alone.

The others can wait. This is the one that matters, especially in case the press try to stir up some shit about us getting an endorsement/modelling deal in the future.

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>>39548596

>B.

How bad could it be? Pic Related.

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>>39548871
>>39548816
>>39548737
>>39548678

You quickly flip to the "Exclusive" Op-Ed column buried deep in the back of the sports pages. Just a few lines in, you can tell that the author is either some old curmudgeon that's burnt out on covering these things, some new young Turk that thinks violence is wrong on any level, or a middle-aged hippie that decided to turn an article about a Martial Arts Competition into a political statement.

Either way, it's not a pretty read.

http://pastebin.com/eu6qKEU9

You sit down and really think for a moment, pondering if all your doing is spilling people's blood on your hands for a paycheck that'll never come... And then wonder what would've happened to the Gazette's offices if this piece of work had been published 10, hell even 5 years earlier."Torched into oblivion by those mythical 'Karate Hobos' Ryo talked about sometimes", you reckon... Speaking of which, you should try to seek them out one of these days; Ryo admitted once that they were among the strongest fighters he had ever faced.

>A. Get online, find an outlet to bitch about the article you just read and let your fingers rip. Hell, chip in about that phone call too for good measure.

>B. Read through the full article on that fight Terry and his team lost under suspicious circumstances.

>C. Skim through that "The Paragon Group" article in the business section.

>D. Wonder how the hell could somebody so young could get elected mayor in the Politics section.

>E. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

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>>39549088

>MFW reading that article

>B. Read through the full article on that fight Terry and his team lost under suspicious circumstances.

>>39548596
>B. See the "Exclusive" Op-Ed column on "The Infinite Match" as a whole. This looks pretty bad just on the wording alone.
Part of the initiative of reviving KOF was to restore credibility to the name, given past events that have surrounded it. Maybe this is just someone from the outside looking in on the professional combat scene.

We did make a point during the contract discussion with Shermie and Robert that fighting is still important to us and shouldn't prevent us from being open about ourselves, right? Katja isn't subtle about personal sensibilities, and if anyone understands the plight of a fighter, it'd be those two.

I wonder if Takuma would still be willing to christen Katja as the first Ms. Karate.

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>>39549088
>That article.
I don't know, Igor. I really don't know.
>>B. Read through the full article on that fight Terry and his team lost under suspicious circumstances.

>>39549088

What's the fad diet in Southtown today? Salt & Haterade? Seriously though, I can see the points that article was trying to make. Besides, when your tournament has attracted everything from ancient marauding deities to a syndicate that's a synthesis of every "Red Pill" conspiracy theory out there, most people wouldn't take it too highly.

>B. Read through the full article on that fight Terry and his team lost under suspicious circumstances.

>>39549088

>B. Read through the full article on that fight Terry and his team lost under suspicious circumstances.

Fuck it, let the salt flow through you about how Team Jackass won.

>>39549088
>B. Read through the full article on that fight Terry and his team lost under suspicious circumstances.
The op-ed already spoiled us some, so we may as well get the official word on it.

That article, man.

>>39549477
Oddly, no mention of Angel in the article. You'd think of all the women fighters getting hazed that aren't named Mai, it'd be Angel.

>>39549477

How much you want to bet Gabriel's shitting a brick over it?

>>39549501

It felt like it was an article bitching about life and pop culture in general with KoF tacked in there to be made an example of IMHO.

>>39549547
It was pointing to KOF as an example of sordid, disgusting reality being covered up by as much glitz and glamour you can throw at it, and that no one can do anything about it because if practically an institution.

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>>39549190
>>39549291
>>39549300
>>39549436
>>39549477

You shake your head and take another deep breath, this time counting down from 8 while deep breathing more and more. You feel better, so you grab the paper and read up on the "Official" version of how "The Lonely Wolves Vs. The Wildcard Team" fight went down.

Your blood pressure immediately rises just looking at the picture they used as the headliner. (Pic Related)

http://pastebin.com/EhMNPB6D

"Yep, this shit's rigged alright" you say out loud to no one in particular, then walk upstairs and flop down onto a comfy, high-backed leather chair. "Still, even if I "Lose" in the final round, I know me'n'the girls'll come out on top to the people" you conclude, then take a look at what else tickles your brain.

>A. Throw the damn thing away and get out your lap-top; You need to let your rage and salt flow through your every being after reading through both of those articles.

>B. Business. Skim through the article about "The Paragon Group".

>C. Politics. Skim through the article about the current Mayor of Southtown.

>D. Stretch and work all that rage off... Hell, it's late enough you could hit either Pao Pao Cafe and challenge mooks until you get bored (Or something).

>E. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>>39550130

>D. Stretch and work all that rage off... Hell, it's late enough you could hit either Pao Pao Cafe and challenge mooks until you get bored (Or something).

No to the Pao Pao fights, but yes to stretching.

>>39550130
>>C. Politics. Skim through the article about the current Mayor of Southtown.
Something is fishy about the mayor. Worth a read, at least.

>>39550130

>C. Politics. Skim through the article about the current Mayor of Southtown.

>>39550130
>D. Stretch and work all that rage off... Hell, it's late enough you could hit either Pao Pao Cafe and challenge mooks until you get bored (Or something).

>>39550130

>D.

>"It's time to kick arse and chew bubble gum... And I ain't got no gum."

>>39550130

>D. Stretch and work all that rage off... Hell, it's late enough you could hit either Pao Pao Cafe and challenge mooks until you get bored (Or something).

[Insert Michael Buffer Video Here]

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>>39550460

https://youtu.be/WvufFwdqMzg?t=50s

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>>39550226
>>39550353
>>39550394
>>39550460

To hell with trying to calm down; You're heart's on fire and you're mad as hell after reading about what happened to Terry, Andy & Joe yesterday(?) as well as what that hack Champlain shat on a type writer and served up to the public in that Op-Ed column. You go through a full, Kyokugen-Honed warm-up routine out of sheer rage and not only are you not tired afterward, if anything it woke your mind up, made your loins burn your and your limbs crackle with electricity.

Thus, you go boldly go where (Many, many people) have gone before in Southtown: To "The Pao Pao Cafe".

You arrive in full leathers and keep your helmet on as you walk up to the front entrance, that chain you found probably strong enough to keep thieves from trying stealing your bike. The bouncer (Some oddly effeminate-looking thing with blue-grey lock of gelled-up hair) doesn't even say a word as you walk in, the atmosphere
encouraging you to indulge yourself in a night of kicking ass and taking names.

The problem is, no one's here to fight you; They're all here to party and dance the night away.

You curse your bad luck when you go to talk to the bartender (Another guy you don't recognize) and tell him in a deeper-than-usual voice that you want to take any and all challengers on in the back where you've been. He shrugs, points to the back and you nod.

You wait for a little bit, getting a bottle of water just to not feel like you're mooching off being here and eventually somebody shows up.

>Roll 1d100 and come up with a design for an opponent!

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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>39550891

TUBA TED AND HIS MARCHING BAND OF DEATH!

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>39550891

Ryuhaku Todoh.

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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>39550891

Axel "Slash" Rose, glamrock reject and barroom brawler.

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>>39550891
Leonardo "Leo" Noriega, a Latin playboy who does work in his dad's car repair shop at one of the more remote service stations in Southtown. A real casanova and good-looker, he's an expert at putting the moves on the ladies any time he goes out or has a girl come into his shop. He maaaay have even put the moves on Katja at one point when she took her bike in for a look, though she can't really remember. There's almost always some lady or two draped off his shoulders. He's a kickboxer with a light, airy stance who loves his trick shots.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>39551161
Forgot dice.
>He maaaay have even tried to put the moves on Katja

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>>39551072
Let's leave poor Ryuhaku alone. He jobs to everyone nowadays. Besides, he's already busy spying on his daughter as it is.

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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>39550891

Ellie, the Mayor of Southtown.

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Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>39551217

Well OK...

>>39550891

Karate Joe.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>39550891
>>39551316
Hahah, this

>>39551357

If you're serious about dropping your Ryuhaku roll, then "Slash" Rose will win unless somebody else rolls higher...

Also, is that OK with y'all for a first fight? I intend this to be a marathon of-sorts depending on how badly Katja gets beat up.

>>39551432

Go for it.

>>39551432
Katja can pound through a couple guys before calling it a day. Gotta make extra careful not to get hurt before the tournament match itself.

>>39551450
>>39551590

OK then. Just checking.

>>39551143

Eventually, some guy that would look right at home in some 80's street gang (Or fronting a "Cheese Rock" band) walks towards you, a pretty big chain belt off to one side of his tattered & torn jeans. He looks at you for a moment, then asks "You're not, like, the mayor's aide or something right?"

You nod your head "No" and stretch your neck, a couple of big pops coming out of it as you get into your stance and the guy whips out his chain.

"I'm Slash bro" he says, "You gonna give me a name? Or am I gonna have to beat it out you?"

You shrug, then tighten the gloves you've got on, looking to get your knuckle as close as you can. Honestly, you don't know why you're doing a "The Stag" impression right now. Maybe it's the leather suit that flatters to deceive your body and full-face helmet to cover your face. Maybe it's because the last thing you want Yuri & King to know is that you were goofing off with bar fights against the scum of the earth instead of focusing on the big prize down at Wellington Memorial Stadium...

Either way, it's going to be a test of your abilities and endurance and you want to get through at least three fights before calling it quits for tonight.

===

>Round 1! FIGHT!

===

>Your Health: 100%

>Your Ki: 0%, 2 Bars

>A. Rush in and demolish this scrub. (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>B. Hang back and let him come to you; You want to see if he cracks and tries something stupid, or whatever kind of style he has (Roll 2d20 for Defense & Attack Damage)

>C. Move in and out of attack range; Let's see if he can catch you out and vice-versa (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>D. RYUUKU RANBUU! (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Attack Damage & Luck; Depletes your Ki bar)

>E. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote) (Roll up to 3d20 in any combination of Speed, Defense, Evasion, Attack Damage & Luck)

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Rolled 1, 10 = 11 (2d20)

>>39551701
>B. Hang back and let him come to you; You want to see if he cracks and tries something stupid, or whatever kind of style he has (Roll 2d20 for Defense & Attack Damage)
Watch for stupidity before capitalizing on stupidity.

>>39551701

>A.

Rolled 10, 7, 5 = 22 (3d20)

>>39551759

Damn post ate my dice.

Rolled 2, 13 = 15 (2d20)

>>39551701

>B. Hang back and let him come to you; You want to see if he cracks and tries something stupid, or whatever kind of style he has (Roll 2d20 for Defense & Attack Damage)

Rolled 8, 10, 6 = 24 (3d20)

>>39551701

>C. Move in and out of attack range; Let's see if he can catch you out and vice-versa (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

Rolled 3, 11, 8 = 22 (3d20)

>>39551701

>A. Rush in and demolish this scrub. (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

Rolled 13, 3 = 16 (2d20)

>>39551701

>B.

Let this guy string his own noose with that chain of his.

Rolled 14, 9, 1 = 24 (3d20)

>>39551701
>>C. Move in and out of attack range; Let's see if he can catch you out and vice-versa (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

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>>39551791
>>39551876
>>39551752

With a tight vote of 3-2, Option C takes the vote. Unfortunately, I have to head back home, so expect a delay of around 30 Minutes or more depending on traffic.

>>39552079
>Option C takes the vote
You mean option B, right? 2 As, 3 Bs, 2 Cs?

>>39552125

Yes, Option B took the vote. My mistake Also, I think I'm coming down with something because I had to stop and wretch like, twice before I got home... I'll try to get through this fight, but after that I'll call it a day.

>>39551876
>>39551791
>>39551752

You eye "Slash" through your visor, your eyesight tinted an odd shade of Orange (For Night-Riding) and your body loose, content to just hang back and wait for him to close in. To his credit, he actually doesn't seem to mind and tries to look menacing with that chain of his, snapping it taught between his hands. Of course, to you he just looks like a guy that's trying to delay the inevitable beat-down he's about to receive, but you give him space anyway to try and piss him off.

Eventually, he cracks and asks "You gonna fight me bro?", breaking his stance up and having his arms out. You flip him off in return and he takes your "Bait", charging in foot-first with a kick that Joe Higashi might use. You stand and block that easily, but he recovers faster than you expected and easily counters your snapping-jab. Fortunately, he over-extends himself trying to grab your arm and you use the momentum to pull a hip-toss throw on him.

"Slash" rolls back up to his feet and throws that chain at you, yelling "Get your ass over here!" as it wraps around your arm. You resist a little bit, playing "Tug-of-War" and winning before you let him pull forwards. That's when you duck his Clothesline and land a pretty slick Tani Otoshi throw.

He looks dazed after landing on the floor, but you let him get up and stuff his weak-ass "Wake-Up Attack" with a Thrust Punch, knocking him back down again. He recovers quick-enough from that one though and wraps that chain around leg. Once again, you try to "Tug-of-War" him out of it, but your balance is off and he might try to shank you or something if he pulls you in...

===

Your Health: 95%

Your Ki: 29%, 2 Bars of Ki

Slash's Health & Ki: ???

>>39553142

>A. Let him real you in, but use the momentum to land a "Strong" Hien Shippu Kyaku (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Luck & Attack Damage)

>B. Try to stand your ground and see if you can knock him off-balance and set-up a "50/50" situation (Roll 3d20 for Strength, Defense & Attack Damage)

>C. Try to pull back a little, then attempt to do the "Raijin Sprint" to move past him while he pulls you forward; If you time it right, your follow-up is going to hit him before can react in time to stop it (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Luck & Attack Damage)

>D. Let "Slash" trip you up, then try to sweep him while you're close and low enough to him (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Bluff & Attack Damage)

>E. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote) (Players can Roll up to 3d20 in any combination of Speed, Defense, Evasion, Attack Damage & Luck)

Rolled 15, 20, 18 = 53 (3d20)

>>39553250
>>B. Try to stand your ground and see if you can knock him off-balance and set-up a "50/50" situation (Roll 3d20 for Strength, Defense & Attack Damage)

Rolled 17, 5, 13 = 35 (3d20)

>>39553250

>B. Try to stand your ground and see if you can knock him off-balance and set-up a "50/50" situation (Roll 3d20 for Strength, Defense & Attack Damage)

SHORY-uh, wait, KOHOU!

Rolled 3, 18, 11 = 32 (3d20)

>>39553250
B. Can't give away too much of our style and identity.

Rolled 16, 13, 11 = 40 (3d20)

Don't push yourself too hard Weasel.

>>39553250

>D. Let "Slash" trip you up, then try to sweep him while you're close and low enough to him (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Bluff & Attack Damage)

Try out some down-and-dirty tricks for once.

Rolled 12, 19, 2 = 33 (3d20)

>>39553250

>B. Try to stand your ground and see if you can knock him off-balance and set-up a "50/50" situation (Roll 3d20 for Strength, Defense & Attack Damage)

>>39553271
>>39553300
>>39553405
>>39553457

You hold your ground and slightly widen your stance, tensing your legs hard enough you felt like you were going to burst out of the lower part of your leathersuit like The Incredible Hulk. "Slash" seems surprised at how strong you are and falls over onto his back trying to trip you, giving you the space you need to run in and land a quick, clean "Kohou" uppercut with no electricity trail to reveal your identity.

He takes his time to get up after that and you do the classic "Come On!" hand taunt, channeling your inner Bruce Lee for a second. Damn, this is kinda fun not having to fight like, well, "You" you suppose; Maybe you shoud've got in touch with Fiona & Tsuyako about being a wrestler or something...?

No time to think though as you hop away from "Slash" as he lunges down low with some weird-looking sliding punch, belly-surfing and aiming for your shins. You hop away from him and do a "Raijin Sprint", then follow it up with a quick Hien Shippu Kyaku.

Unfortunately, it's not quick enough as he blocks it and tries to hit you in the chest like a Hockey Player. Funny enough, he hits your helmet after two strikes and you land a kick to his head, knocking him down yet again as one of the buss-boys comes over to check on him. You keep your distance and "Slash" staggers upright, blowing the guy off of him and staring you down.

Well, he IS strong... But certainly not KOF material. At least not without a lot of time and training drilled into him.

"You still up for this?" you say through your helmet, the muffled quality hiding your voice more than you expect.

"Blow it out your ass!" he yells and throws out a bunch of chains at you, many of the flowing out every nook & cranny of his suspender-strapped coat...

===

>Your Health: 87%

>Your Ki: 57%, 2 Bars of Ki

>Slash's Health: ???

>Slash's Ki: 0% (SDM Activated)

===

>>39553774

>A. Try to Bock & Counter this attack to finish off the fight. (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Defense & Attack Damage)

>B. Try to pull another Raijin Sprint on him and land a Raijin Lightning Rush; Who knows, it might actually KO him... (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Speed & Attack Damage)

>C. Hop away from this guy and RYUUKU RANBUU! (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Evasion & Attack Damage; Uses 1 Bar of Ki)

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote) (Players can Roll up to 3d20 in any combination of Speed, Defense, Evasion, Attack Damage & Luck)

Rolled 5, 11, 7 = 23 (3d20)

>>39553900
>>B. Try to pull another Raijin Sprint on him and land a Raijin Lightning Rush; Who knows, it might actually KO him... (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Speed & Attack Damage)

Rolled 16, 17, 5 = 38 (3d20)

>>39553900

>B. Try to pull another Raijin Sprint on him and land a Raijin Lightning Rush; Who knows, it might actually KO him... (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Speed & Attack Damage)

D-D-D-DEMPSEY ROLL!

Rolled 2, 12, 9 = 23 (3d20)

>>39553900
>B. Try to pull another Raijin Sprint on him and land a Raijin Lightning Rush; Who knows, it might actually KO him... (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Speed & Attack Damage)

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Rolled 14, 10, 8 = 32 (3d20)

>>39553900

>B.

>>39554219
>>39554062
>>39554009
>>39553956

Do-or-die time now. You dash towards him and actually see a grin flash on "Slash's" face for a half a second, then chuckle inwardly when you fly past and behind him as his chains rattle and clatter down onto the floor, lifeless & limp. You figure it's a metaphor for something and hit him with your "Raijin Lightning Rush" punches, the last one knocking him up off of his feet.

He stumbles a little, but remains o his feet as he crouches down to pick up his chains, reminding you a little of Mai Shiranui picking up stray folding fans... You keep your distance from him and wonder what he's going to do, but then that one waiter checks up on him.

A minute later, he hobbles off the stage and the waiter points to you, the spotlights in the Cafe now working like it were a real fight and shining down on you.

"And the winner is... MIIIIIISSS EEEEXXXXXX!" some guy yells, though you're peeved that he made up a name on the spot. Still, you got through that little warm-up OK. "One down, Two to go" you tell yourself through your helmet as the waiter/referee raises your arm... Yet, there's something oddly unsatisfying about watching that guy walk off the stage; You really wanted to inflict as much pain as possible on that chump and knock him out cold.

That's a troubling thought. Enough so that you take a breather, part of you wondering if this the "Dark Side" of Kyokugen Takuma would talk about creeping into your brain, or something else?
===

>TKO! Miss X Wins!

>Your Health: 84%
>Your Ki: 68%, 2 Bars of Ki

===

>A. Stay and wait for the next opponent to arrive (Roll Roll 1d100 and come up with a design for the next opponent!)

>B. Tell the Barkeep that you're taking off; You need to ride off into the night to clear your mind and calm your nerves... And you're getting kind of hungry too.

>C. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote)

>D. Assume the role of...? (Write-In Vote to determine which character to gain control of for a side-story)

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>>39554840

Side-note: That last update took so damn long because on three separate occasions I got a "Field Too Long" message when the post was less than 2000 Characters... Pic Related. Also, I'm up for a few more updates tonight if possible; Headache's wearing off a little and I'm in the mood. It's all down to my players though.

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>>39554840
>B. Tell the Barkeep that you're taking off; You need to ride off into the night to clear your mind and calm your nerves... And you're getting kind of hungry too.
Don't joke with the dark side, man. Don't let the salt consume your soul.

>D. Assume the role of...? (Write-In Vote to determine which character to gain control of for a side-story)
Speaking of Grandmaster Sakazaki, let's see how old bastard Takuma is faring, ever since King humbled Mr. Karate back in Tokyo.

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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>39554840

Tough call. Considering that Kat wanted to blow off some steam, this could get ugly quick. Still...

>A. Stay and wait for the next opponent to arrive (Roll Roll 1d100 and come up with a design for the next opponent!)

"Odalisque", a mysterious masked wrestler that competes in street fights as part of her training. Not the fastest girl around, her style revolves around using her long legs and though she has a couple of Hurricanranas in her moveset, she has been dubbed "The Anti-Luchadora" due to her tall stature and more conventional "Big (wo)Man" moves.

Also, if your'e not up for running tonight, just let it go until tomorrow or Sunday dude; No need to push yourself too hard.

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>>39554921

Just stick a fork in it tonight. If you're feeling better tomorrow, we'll keep this thread alive for you.

>>39555466

>Gif Related

>>39554840

>B. Tell the Barkeep that you're taking off; You need to ride off into the night to clear your mind and calm your nerves... And you're getting kind of hungry too.

Find somewhere out in the country to go... Lay your hair out on some grass and look at the stars?

>D. Assume the role of...? (Write-In Vote to determine which character to gain control of for a side-story)

Takuma Sakazaki.

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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>39554840
>>A. Stay and wait for the next opponent to arrive (Roll Roll 1d100 and come up with a design for the next opponent!)
Archibald Daedalus Fontlebottom II; a surprising spry chap with a profound fondness for fisticuffs. Has taken to entering street fights as a result of an elaborate bet involving a chicken, two pints of fine ale and an overpriced suit over the honour of his prized bowler. Very English, very punchy, and worryingly hard to pin down.

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>>39555606
>>39555466
>>39554973
>>39555826

On second thought, as much as I want to continue, I think I'm going to call it a night for the thread. (I immediately felt nauseous after posting my last update, so my body must be trying to tell me something.)

I thank y'all for playing today and if I feel any better when I wake up and this thread is still alive, I'll continue at around 10 AM PST/ 1 PM EST and go with the highest vote.

If not, I'll check the archives, take the highest vote and make that the basis for the next round (Tentatively scheduled for 4/28/15 @ 10 AM PST/1 PM EST). As always, check the Twitter at the top of the thread for updates and news. Stay healthy!

Now where did that aspirin go?

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>39556059

Sucks to hear that. Hope you get better tomorrow.

>>39554921

Second in Tigers character from >>39555826

>>39556059
>B. Tell the Barkeep that you're taking off; You need to ride off into the night to clear your mind and calm your nerves... And you're getting kind of hungry too.
There has to be more constructive ways to deal with this stress.

>>39554840

>B. Tell the Barkeep that you're taking off; You need to ride off into the night to clear your mind and calm your nerves... And you're getting kind of hungry too.

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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>39556059

>A. Stay and wait for the next opponent to arrive (Roll Roll 1d100 and come up with a design for the next opponent!)

Donny Alpha, basically the Dan Hibiki of grapplers.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>39556059

>A.

Rolling for Odalisque (>>39555466). She's just too damn fine.

I'm not sure how long I'll last, but I want to update this round as much as I can today... I'll probably do this last fight and then either do like a in-character Q&A or a quick side-story or something. Also, big thanks for keeping this thread alive while I was out!

>>39562407
>>39562022
>>39556136
>>39555826
>>39555466

>Updates officially resume

>You're still in direct control of Katja Hartken

>Days until your next fight in "The Infinite Match": 7?

>Time of day: Nightfall...?

You sit with your head somewhere down around your clavicle, the sounds of the bar buzzing all around you muffled by the helmet you've got on... Not that you'd notice any of that right now; You're lost in thought about something you sensed earlier. This... "Darkness" you felt when you watched the guy you last fought hobble away is something that's always seemed to hang around your training at the various Kyokugen Dojos you've enrolled in, and actually you could trace it back to when you were still in highschool.

The competitive streak that made you a great athlete in, shit, three different sports (Tennis, Soccer & Track) back then? Well, it also made you feel like an ugly person at times, your ego and your id running wild... And now that you think about it, you quit the Osaka branch of Kyokugenryuu because the dumbass instructor actually encouraged you to tap into this energy; "Become the strongest at any cost", he said. (From what you heard he got fired shortly after you left, which is kind of comforting.)

Hell, half of you wants to just slip out the back door, ride off somewhere and go into a greater depth of reflection on this... Until you notice somebody standing in front of you. You look at him and try to size him up behind your Orange-Tinted visor, getting a strong "Pro-Wrestler" vibe from him.

"Let me get warmed up, then we'll go" you tell him, stretching your arms out for added effect.

>>39563250

The smile he gives you and how he nods his head over and over (Plus how the bloody guy freaking walks over to the designated "Corner") makes you wonder if he's got a couple of screws loose up there as the lights dim and that announcer guy pipes back up again.

">In the Blue Corner, MISS EXXXX!"

You hear a couple of cheers, but you don't try to play up to the crowd or anything. The whole "Silent, stoic bad-ass" kind of persona feels good to you tonight.

>"And the challenger, in the Red Corner... Give it up for DONNNYYYYY ALPHAAAAAA!"

He gets a pretty good reaction from the crowd and starts moving like he had a seizure (Tongue out and everything) before holding out his arms up and putting on a "Serious" face... So yeah, this guy's either legitimately crazy or just playing into a character and only ACTING like he's crazy as the lights go up and the Waiter from before (Now dressed in a classic, Black & White striped shirt) starts the match.

===

>Round 2... FIGHT!

>Your Health: 90%

>Your Ki: 70%, 2 Bars of Ki

===

>A. Try to space this guy out with simple, single strikes and keep away from him; If sparring with wrestlers has taught you anything, blindly rushing in is a BAD idea (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>B. Move in and out his possible grab range and try to counter-hit him when he misses his "Spots" (As Tsuyako Horikawa called them) (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>C. Go full "Straya Cunt" by "Powering Up" and overwhelming him with non-Ki special moves (Kohou, Hien Shippu Kyaku, Raijin Sprint and it's follow-ups etc. etc.) (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Attack Damage & Luck; Uses 1 Bar of Ki)

>D. Something Else...? (Write-In Vote) (Players can Roll up to 3d20 in any combination of Speed, Defense, Evasion, Attack Damage & Luck)

>E. Keep calm and RYUUKU RANBUU! (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Evasion & Attack Damage; Uses 1 Bar of Ki)

Rolled 12, 12, 15 = 39 (3d20)

>>39563482

>A. Try to space this guy out with simple, single strikes and keep away from him; If sparring with wrestlers has taught you anything, blindly rushing in is a BAD idea (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage

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Rolled 4, 16, 7 = 27 (3d20)

>>39563482

>C. Go full "Straya Cunt" by "Powering Up" and overwhelming him with non-Ki special moves (Kohou, Hien Shippu Kyaku, Raijin Sprint and it's follow-ups etc. etc.) (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Attack Damage & Luck; Uses 1 Bar of Ki)

Rolled 11, 2, 1 = 14 (3d20)

>>39563482

>C.

We're not in the mood to fuck around right now. Waste his ass.

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>>39563482

>A. Try to space this guy out with simple, single strikes and keep away from him; If sparring with wrestlers has taught you anything, blindly rushing in is a BAD idea (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>>39563609
>>39563686
>>39563898
>>39563793

First vote of the day starts off with a TIE... Vote to break it! Y'all got 5-10 minutes at the most.

Rolled 12, 9, 11 = 32 (3d20)

>>39563983

Staying with A and rolling since I forgot to in my vote.

Rolled 10, 17, 15 = 42 (3d20)

>>39563983
>>39563686

Switching to A from C.

>>39564002
>>39564054

STILL a TIE... OK then, FINAL DESTINATION VOTE!

>A. Try to space this guy out with simple, single strikes and keep away from him; If sparring with wrestlers has taught you anything, blindly rushing in is a BAD idea

Or

>C. Go full "Straya Cunt" by "Powering Up" and overwhelming him with non-Ki special moves (Kohou, Hien Shippu Kyaku, Raijin Sprint and it's follow-ups etc. etc.)

Also, my Internet's slow today, so it might be a tiny bit longer than usual in between posts.

>>39564246

>A. Try to space this guy out with simple, single strikes and keep away from him; If sparring with wrestlers has taught you anything, blindly rushing in is a BAD idea

>>39564246

>A.

>>39564246

>A. Try to space this guy out with simple, single strikes and keep away from him; If sparring with wrestlers has taught you anything, blindly rushing in is a BAD idea

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1YmS_VDvMY

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>>39564284
>>39564325
>>39564395

With 3 votes to nil, Option A wins this T-T-T-TIE-BREAKER vote. Updates are on the way shortly...

>>39564572

You break away from "Alpha" and lay back for a little bit, once again going for the pragmatist's choice of staying back and letting him get counter-hit trying to muscle in on you. He seems to get what you're trying to do though and alternately closes and backs away from you, hands up whenever he closes in, almost like he wants to try and "Lock-Up" with you...

On the third time he does this you throw out a standing "Hard" kick and though it connects, he powers through it and ducks down low, knocking you onto your back while trying to go for a "Schoolboy Pin". However, he only uses that move to gain leverage to lock you into a headlock before you can get back up.

He's got a good-sized arm around your neck, but your helmet is making it hard for him to really put on any kind of pressure as you slowly rise up from off the floor, twisting your body around until you knee him in the stomach and throw him with a Tani-Otoshi. He rolls away and shoots back up onto his feet in no time at all though, but he just glares at you for a second before running at you.

"Alpha" gets a pretty damn good head of steam in such a short distance before going for a front-legged dropkick to your chest, though you manage to dodge it and sort-of push him out of the move. He rolls back up again and tries to dash towards you again, though this time you hit him with a simple Thrust Punch. His body acts like you just gave him a clothesline as he stumbles over onto his back, though any thought of trying to hit him while he's getting up off the floor vanishes when you have to hop away from a sweep-kick.

OK, he's pretty athletic for a guy his size, but nothing too crazy... Well, until he grabs your arm after countering a punch and does some kind of Backflip Slam. Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to hurt you that much and you get back up, breaking away from a grapple and giving him a kick to his shins before a couple of fast punches and a quick Hien Shippu Kyaku flattens him.

>>39565437

===

>Your Health: 81%

>Your Ki: MAX, 3 Bars of Ki

>Donny Apha's Health & Ki: ???

===

>A. Let him get up and see if he wants to fight some more, playing to the crowd a little and ready to try and bock whatever he's got up his sleeve (Roll 3d20 for Defense, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>B. Rush in on him with an uncompromising offense and don't let up; That last combo you landed looked like it hurt (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>C. Stick to your current strategy of playing "Keep Away" and out-spacing him, but slip in more special moves for good measure (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

>D. Let him come to you and try to break up his grapples and counter-hit him; You're going to need some practice with those sooner or later, so why not try it right now? (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Defense & Attack Damage)

>E. "Power Up" and RYUUKU RANBUU! (Roll 3d20 for Luck, Evasion & Attack Damage; Uses 2 Bars of Ki)

Also, the captcha service has been a total bitch to me today holy shit.

Rolled 9, 1, 18 = 28 (3d20)

>>39565594
>B. Rush in on him with an uncompromising offense and don't let up; That last combo you landed looked like it hurt (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)
Also, it's "Ryuuko Ranbu," not "Ryuuku."

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>>39565594

>"Apha"
>Not "Alpha"

Rolled 1, 4, 3 = 8 (3d20)

>>39565594

>B. Rush in on him with an uncompromising offense and don't let up; That last combo you landed looked like it hurt (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

Rolled 17, 15, 15 = 47 (3d20)

>>39565594

>C. Stick to your current strategy of playing "Keep Away" and out-spacing him, but slip in more special moves for good measure (Roll 3d20 for Speed, Evasion & Attack Damage)

I don't know, I get the feeling that he's either toying with us or playing up his injuries for sympathy... Sticking with current gameplan sounds good to me.

Rolled 6, 4, 2 = 12 (3d20)

>>39565594

>B.

Again, we're kind of not interested in dragging this out and we're hungry. Finish him off now and hit up some late-night take-out joint after the match.

Rolled 5, 8, 20 = 33 (3d20)

>>39565594

>B.

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>>39566053
>>39565947
>>39565709
>>39565620

You feel your stomach start to gurgle and idly wonder if there's any place you can get food at this time of night (As the stuff they've got here doesn't seem to suit your stomach) as you eye up Donny Alpha. He's splayed out onto the floor for a second before slowly starting to stagger back up. By then, your running towards him with "Raijin Sprint" and look set to finish him off with a string of rapid-fire punches...

And of course, the sunnofa bitch was faking his injuries and was only buying time to launch a good'ole'fashioned projectile at you.

You can feel a burning sensation in your chest as your "Raijin Lightning Rush" gets blown the FUCK out by an invisible, small, but definitely real fireball. It almost makes you wonder if he's a Kyokugen reject, or got trained by someone who was because the only person you know of that can throw Ki around with that kind of subtlety is Takuma... It actually kind of hurts as "Alpha" starts dancing around like a maniac and does that taunt from the introductions.

The look on his face when you pick yourself up off the floor and land a "Weak" Kohou is priceless though. He gets up again but you aren't going to let him catch his breath in the slightest now. A couple of punches & kicks later and he's backed into a corner, looking like he doesn't quite know how to get out of it and pantomiming for a set of ring ropes to hold onto or something.

You try to land that "Raijin Lightning Rush" again to finish this guy off, only this time he drops under you, slides between your legs and grabs your arms up over your head, looking like he's going to try and give you a "Dragon" Suplex onto the Pao Pao Cafe's tiled floor. Fortunately for you, his strength seems to have been sapped from fighting you and he's having trouble trying to lift you...

===

>Your Health: 63%

>Your Ki: MAX, 3 Bars of Ki

>Donny Alpha's Health & Ki: ???

===

>>39566722

>First, roll 1f20 to attempt to break Donny Alpha's hold (DC Check: 10)
>Secondly, choose how Katja should end the fight.

>A. Reverse his hold and give him another Kohou uppercut. If he somehow manages to get up after that, ask him if he wants to keep fighting or not and respect his choice.

>B. Give him a "Low-Blow" with the back of your heel, then go for one last Tani-Otoshi.

>C. Throw a big ole' fist of electricity at him with a well-timed "Ha'oh RaijinKen".

>D. Break free and do a "Weak" version of your "Fuujin to Raijin no Tenshouken" Uppercut (Uses 1 Bar of Ki)

>E. Show this guy what a REAL projectile looks like and dust off the "Denjin Haoh Shokuo Ken" to KO him (Uses 1 Bar of Ki)

>F. Something Else...? (Write-In vote)

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>>39566924

Roll 1d20, sorry!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>39566924

>D. Break free and do a "Weak" version of your "Fuujin to Raijin no Tenshouken" Uppercut (Uses 1 Bar of Ki)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>39566924

>A. Reverse his hold and give him another Kohou uppercut. If he somehow manages to get up after that, ask him if he wants to keep fighting or not and respect his choice.

Might as well be honorable about it.

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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39567117
>>39566924

>A.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>39566924

>A. Reverse his hold and give him another Kohou uppercut. If he somehow manages to get up after that, ask him if he wants to keep fighting or not and respect his choice.

While I liked the idea of using the Denjin on him, the personal point of agreeing to fight this guy was so we DON'T let the salt consume our soul.

>>39567117

>Nat 20

OK, that helps too.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>39566924
>A. Reverse his hold and give him another Kohou uppercut. If he somehow manages to get up after that, ask him if he wants to keep fighting or not and respect his choice.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>39566924
>>A. Reverse his hold and give him another Kohou uppercut. If he somehow manages to get up after that, ask him if he wants to keep fighting or not and respect his choice.

>>39567197
>>39567156
>>39567117
>>39567360
>>39567360
>>39567452

Once more, a sense of "Make-or-Break" overwhelms you as you channel your inner strength to easily break out of "Alpha's" pseudo-hold, again feeling like you were going to "Hulk-Out" of your leathers. The force of you getting out of his half-assed Dragon Suplex is strong enough that "Alpha" stumbles back a little, his balance off as you give him one last "Kohou", a trail of Electricity streaking through your gloves.

You panic a little at that as it's kind of your signature as a fighter, but panic even more when you flex your hands again to get a "Spark" and see that it's some kind of weird, purplish-color instead of the blue you're familiar with. The crowd doesn't seem to mind (Or doesn't care about how you might be) and cheers when the referee declares it a "Knock Out".

>"Once again, winner is... MUUUHHHIIIIIISSS EEEEEXXXXXX!!!"

You don't let the referee hold your hand up and instead go to check up on your opponent, who has just started to come to. You consider offering him an arm up, but decide to leave him be and quietly walk out of the Pao Pao cafe... But not before you get a bottle of soda from the old guy with a bushy beard manning the bar now. "Compliments of the lady over there" he says.

You crane your neck and see some tall, masked gild with short hair dressed in some kind of skin-tight, leather(?) catsuit. You stare at her for a second and then nod, kind of wondering how the fuck you didn't notice her just off to side when you walked in. She smiles, then gets up and... Holy FUCK, she's tall.

You see her walk back to the "Stage" and the lights start to dim again, though by the time they call out the "Challenger's" name you're back out in the parking lot. You take a seat on your bike, take your helmet off, unzip your leathers to and enjoy your free cola in peace, deja vu from when you did that waitress gig at the Cafe 2 across town months earlier creeping up on you a little...

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>>39567930

Maybe you're just not cut out for the "Step up" kind of mentality that comes along with fighting multiple opponents one at a time yet? You never had the chance to do so at the Dojo, even when there were plenty of students around (Usually in the spring, sometimes in Autumn too if any of the "Grandmasters" had done well in a tournament). And you never really were into the whole culture of beating people up for gas money that Terry Bogard, Ryo Sakazaki and all of the "Old-timers" left in Southtown grew up doing either...

Aside from all that, the fact that you seemed to let that "Dark Energy" flow through your fists when you knocked Donny Alpha out is troubling; Of course, with more power comes the responsibility to NOT use it unless absolutely necessary and there's no denying that you've gotten stronger since you've taken time to think about this...

You finish up your drink, grab your phone and see that it's just past 11'o clock at night? Huh. "Time flies when you're busy fightin" you think as you finish airing your suit out, strap your helmet back on, close up your saddlebags, start your 'bike up and ride out of there. Where the night takes from here, who knows? Besides, where in Southtown can you get good food this late? Chinatown? And by the time you get back to hotel, who knows how much sleep you'll get?

>A. Assume the role of...? (Write-In Vote to determine which character to gain control of for a side-story)

>B. Q & A done like a certain website's "Ask Me Anything" sessions with...?

>C. Follow Katja around Southtown late into the night. (Write-In locations to visit are encouraged with this vote)

>D. Skip ahead to June 10th as Katja Hartkern.