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The strange, pink-haired girl with the tazer-gloves stands at the ready between you and the first group of thugs. At least that’s what it looks like she’s -trying- to accomplish. Her form is much to spread out, like the ‘action poses’ those sentai characters make in those costume shows. It’s rather annoying on how she’s trying to ‘play’ the hero, when you don’t need saving in the first place. Shit… you can wipe the floor with these assholes all on your own!

You aren’t some ‘Prince’ that needs to be saved! You’re the villain! You’re a yankii! Fuck this girl! Fuck these thugs!

“Fuck that Prince bullshit!” You charge straight at that first suggested that your sister’s body be used as payment. You’ll teach this sick fuck a lesson he’ll never forget. You’ll teach this sick fuck the last lesson he’ll ever need! You’re a different kid than you were this morning “Mimi! Stay back!”

“Eep!” Your sudden movement startles the ‘Warrior of Justice’, and she lets loose a cute, little noise almost unbefitting a girl who propelled down from the rooftops.

Your sudden charge also alerts the thugs to begin their counterattack as well. There’s the muscular Creep, a guy with Sunglasses, a Shirtless dude, a dude with tons of Tattoos down his arms, and the Scratchy voiced man. There’s also a guy with a Hawaiian shirt, but he still seems stunned from when he got kicked in the face.

This is going to be quite the intense fight!

>RUMBLE INITIATED!
>Standby for instruction!

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A’ight bozos, are ya ready ta rumble?!
But, before ya start scrappin’,
ya gotta know the RRRRRRRRRRuLLLLLLLLLes!

With that stated, time to get into the nitty gritty:
Each encounter consists of THREE things:
>1. Success/Failure Pools
>2. Die rolls
>3. Rumble Resource Points

>>>Success/Failure Pools
Each round you gain at least 1-pt of Success, or Failure. Both Success and Failure have their own individual pools that will keep adding up for each Success or Failure. Success or Failure in an Encounter is determined by which pool reaches a total of 5-pts first. There are two ways of adding to each pool: Die Rolls, and Rumble Resources.

>>>Die Rolls:
Die rolls will be 1d20, and I will take the first three rolls. There will be a starting DC set for each encounter to determine Successes or Failures. Rolls will be determined by the highest roll, and if at least one of the other rolls is at least three below the DC. A Natural 1 or 20 will usually result in Critical Success or Failure, but only if it is supported by the other dice; then it is just a normal Success or Failure. Critical Successes or Failures will grant you 2-pts rather than just 1-pt. The DC to hit will permanently raise with each Failure, and lessen with each Success. Battle momentum is a hell of a thing.

>>>Rumble Resources (RR)
Die rolls represent the eternal sway of battle, but Rumble Resources (RR) represent the Mind, Body, and Soul of Chitose. Each Encounter will start with 1-pt all three (RR). Each (RR) is a numeral indication of how exactly you’re , and represent different aspects of Chitose. Each round the first three to roll dice get to choose a (RR) in addition to their Rolls. You gain an additional 2-pts of Success or Failure if you reach a certain threshold of a particular (RR), dependant on the Encounter. Some fights require more brawn, but less thinkin’; more manly spirit, less brawn; so on and so forth. If you reach this threshold it will trigger events tied to each encounter.

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>Hotblooded: (HB)
Hotblooded represents BODY, and is the stat that increases Chitose’s physical parameters. The more points invested in (HB) allows Chitose to dish out more pain, and greatly increases his overall brute force. Every 5-pts of (HB) adds a +1 bonus to the primary roll.

You -always- gain a bonus point of (HB) with each failure. Adversely you -lose- a point of (HB) with each success. Reaching 0 (HB) results in the secondary die’s DC to be one less than the primary DC, rather than 3 less than the primary DC.


>Spirited: (SP)
Spirited represents SOUL, and is the stat that increases Chitose’s willpower, and overall ability to do cool shit. (SP) allows Chitose to become even more inspiring to his allies, terrifying to his foes, and increases his maneuverability/agility. Every 5-pts of (SP) adds a +1 bonus to the secondary roll.

You -always- gain a bonus point of Spirit with each Success. Adversely you -lose- a point of Spirit with each Failure. Reaching 0 (SP) results in the encounter’s DC being raised by 2.

>Justice: (JP)
Justice represents the MIND, and increases both your ability to be a clever little shit, as well as your awareness amidst the throes of combat. (JP) let’s Chitose analyze a situation as to find alternative means to end a conflict, weak points, or to catch wind of a change of his opponent's tactics. Every 5-pts of (JP) lowers the target DCs by 1.

You -always- gain 10 bonus (JP) with a Critical Success, and lose -all- of your (JP) with each Critical Failure. You also lose 2 (JP) for each failure. Reaching 0 (JP) results in a -1 penalty to each die roll.

>>>TL;DR
Choose Hotblooded, Spirited, or Justice in addition to rolling 1d20. Just one.
First three are counted.
Earn 5 Successes before you get 5 Failures.
Gain benefits from raising Hotblooded, Spirited, and Justice points high enough
Accrue penalties if Hotblooded, Spirited, or Justice reach 0 points.

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>Young Chitose is a different beast to tame, to be sure!
>With youth comes rage untamed by lack of experience!

>Young Chitose Starting Rumble Resources:
[+0]Hotblooded: 2pt
[+0]Spirited: 1pt
[+0]Justice: 0pt (Secondary DC is higher than usual)

>Young, reckless, and filled with RAGE! You know not the sense of Justice and Honor that a proper delinquent of adequate MANLY SPIRIT that your older self is! Self-destructive and angry at the world! Will today be the day you change your path? Or will this be just be another day on the same old road?

>Choose Hotblooded, Spirited, or Justice in addition to rolling 1d20

>[5/5]

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>43163766
>[+0]Hotblooded: 2pt
Gotta get at least some hurt in before playing smart.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>43163766
>Spirited(SP)
These are street thugs, we may be able to scare them away.
Also, first time rolling, really hope i did it right

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>43163766
>[+0]Hotblooded: 2pt

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>(Secondary DC is higher than usual)
This should be:
>(-1 penalty to each die roll.)
My mistake.

Anyways, it looks like we're off to a fantastic start today.

>>43163897
>>43163997
>>43163922

>Writing.

>>43163897
Damn. We're hot blooded.
Check it and see! We've got a fever of a hundred and three.

>>43163897
Good job anon

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Like hell you’re going to be shown up by some strange girl! These are the hard streets where nothing is fair, and everything is shit! There is no justice! There is only power! You charge straight at the Creep.

You figure that the faster you bring down the largest, biggest mother-fucker in their group, the easier it will be to break his squad’s spirit. Yeah. While Scratchy seems more like a ringleader, if you fuck their muscle up enough the rest of them will be trembling due to your awesome might. You’ll get you and your sister through this yet!

“Ehh?! No! Wait! I got this, citizen! You’ll only get hurt!” The Warrior of Justice cries out to you as you make a beeline towards the muscled brute. No shit. There will -always- be pain involved in scrapping on the street, but you’re damn determined to ensure that the pain will be more on -their- side of the spectrum. You ignore her pleading as she is besieged by the two men on her side of the alleyway, though you can see out of the corner of your eye that her opponents are quite wary once they see the electrical sparks coming from her gloves.

Yeah. There will be hurt, but it will be all theirs. You’ve got too much to lose if you fall, if they get their filthy hands on your sister. You might be able to take her away from Shuu’s… -his- violence, but you’ll never be able to cleanse the scars that they would engrave into her mind and body. You -can’t- fail!

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Your swift feet carry you directly towards the Creep, even when Shirtless and Tattoo try to step in your way. They swing fruitlessly as you notice them swinging their fists, as well as a metal pipe at you. Reacting quickly you’re able to leap into a somersault roll forward, past both of their individual attacks. Fists uselessly swing into air, while the pipe strikes the ground to create a shower of sparks as you nimbly pass them. Those two aren’t the -only- ones stunned by your quick moves, as your target’s jaw goes slack, leaving himself open for a moment.

A moment is all you need.

“You should’a just pissed off like I told you!” Using the momentum from your somersault you’re able to spring yourself forward, and upward into a flying jump kick. The Creep tries to raise his arms up to catch you, but you’re coming in too fast. The sole of your foot connects solidly against his stubble-covered chin, and you can see him lose his footing, and crash down onto the ground.

Great!

“Th’fuck do you think you are, punk?!” Tattoo runs up on you from behind after your feet are planted on the ground again.

“Shit!” He gets you. While you try to wriggle out of his grasp, he’s too large for you to take on alone… but an idea comes to mind when he turns you to face his friend, Shirtless, with the lead pipe. Yeah. While -you- might not have the -power- to escape outright, you’re able to put up enough of a struggle to cause him to move around some at least.

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“Y’don’ has’ta git up Oda-san. I’ll fuck dis lil’ blonde asshole up -real- good fer ya!” Shirtless smirks at the Creep who’s trying to get back up onto his feet. You notice how dazed he is from the blows to his head, just like Tattoo who’s holding you steady. “I dun tink ya knows who’s youse messin’ wit kiddo. We’s fuck you up, and den fuck dose bitches asterwards.”

“Fuck you, ya shit-ass scrub. I’ll be the one fuckin’ -you- up.” You spit in his face for his last comment. While Tattoo busts out in laughter at your attitude towards his buddy, Shirtless’ face gets -very- red and contorts with anger. He doesn’t even say anything as he turns his entire body to the side in preparation for swinging. Perfect.

He lets loose, and you can hear the pipe whistle in the air as it cuts through it. You take this moment to struggle and become dead-weight. It’s enough to cause Tattoo to shift how he holds you… enough to make him enter into the line of attack. The pipe collides with Tattoo’s face, and you can hear the pipe ring out with the sound of the cracking bone in Tattoo’s jaw. He immediately releases you to cradle his face, but now Shirtless is onto you.

He swings again, cursing you with every swing. But now that he’s in a wild frenzy, he’s not watching what he’s hitting. The thing he’s holding in his hands can fuck you up if you hit the wrong thing hard enough, and that’s exactly what you get him to do.

You back up against one of the walls of the alleyway, and he swings strong and strikes it dead-on!

“FFFFFAAAAAAACH!!” He cries out and drops the pipe outright with the reverberation caused from the solid impact. Idiot. It’s like he doesn’t even know -how- to thug. This case is strengthened by how easy you find it to grab up his own weapon, and turn it against him.

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With a good crack at his face, and then a shot at his family jewels, Shirtless is down. Fuck. These bastards are -really- asking for trouble. These bastards are so -bad- that they’ll let a single yankii kid fuck their day up. Tattoo is still trying to recover from the pain, and you see that the Creep is now back onto his feet. He’s still looking dazed, but it’s his -location- that interests you.

He’s standing -just below- an old fire escape in disrepair. Your observation lends you to believe with a solid blow it would come sliding down with ease. Due how tall the fucker is, you’re -plenty- sure that if it came down it’d crack his skull, and you’ve got -just- the tool to bring that down. With a mighty throw, the lead pipe leaves your fingers and heads straight for it’s target. It connects successfully, and you’re able to reap the fruits of your planning as the metallic ladder slides down its track, and hits with a satisfying metallic thud on his head. He goes down for good this time.

Two down, all that is left is Tattoo who’s looking at you with pained horror. You can see that he’s realized he’s fucked with the wrong yankii. Before he’s able to even try to defend himself you rush into his reach, and grab his lower jaw.

“This’ll teach ya fuckers to try’n pick on mother fuckers better’n you.” You wrench his jaw even further open, and you can -feel- the sensation of his bones grinding against one another, and then fully disconnecting from his skull. He screams in agony as you continue to grind and yank his broken jaw about… he screams for maybe only about thirty second max before he passes out due to the overwhelming pain. He drops limp to the ground, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head.

Three down.

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“So… so cool.” You turn to see your sister staring over at you with her mouth wide-open in shock. That’s right. She’s never -seen- this side of you before, but you can tell that the look in her eyes is not negative. With the slight brushing of pink and her compliment that at the very least she isn’t afraid of you.

Beyond her, you can see the girl who called herself the Violet Striker sparring off with the other two bastards, with the Hawaiian shirt guy still trying to recover. Every time one of the thugs tries to get close, she strikes out and they back off. Both of them are too disorganized and concerned about getting zapped that they’re only watching their own backs.

Well. Time to end this as well.

“Shit yer slow.” You stroll up behind her and glare up at the remaining two men. The three of them turn to you in surprise, possibly also due to how unscathed you are.

“W-what happened to-” Violet Striker turns her head to see your handiwork at the corner of her eye, and she gasps in response. “B-but how?!”

“Th’fuck?! Oda?! Matsu! Tora!” Scratchy’s eyes open wide in terror, and he takes a step backwards. Heh. What a fuckin’ loser.

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“H-hey!” While he’s distracted you grab both of Violet Striker’s wrists from behind, and strike forward while holding onto her in order to taze -both- of the shocked thugs into submission.

“Who the fuck lets their guard down in a fight?” You taunt them as you hold a startled Violet Striker’s fists to both of your assailants, until they fully crumble to the ground. “Geeze. It’s like you fuck heads ain’t never rumbled before.”

“Wh-what the hell do you think you’re huh-?” You let go of Violet Striker’s wrists, and notice that her face is flushed. Shit. Even she’s getting distracted. While she -was- indeed soft, and felt nice to be so close to, you’re not so naive to let that get you hurt… or worse. You’ll think about it later, though.

“Last one.” You handily ignore the Warrior of Justice’s inquisition and wander over to the last remaining thug. He’s finally gotten some of his senses back, and he’s looking up at you with fright.

>CRITICAL SUCCESS! Success burns 1pt of Hotblooded, and raises your Spirited by 1pt.
>EVENT GET! Justice (Positive): Gain 2pts of Success. A spark of genius went off in that yankii skull of yours, and it seems like you've snatched up victory from the jaws of -any- sort of defeat. Justice, quick thinking, and the fiery soul to pull it all off got you out of a pretty hairy situation very fast! -You- are the true Warrior of Justice, because Justice isn't -always- the -right- thing to do!

>Success 6/5 / Failure 0/5

>[+2]Hotblooded: 3pt
>[+1]Spirited: 3pt
>[+0]Justice: 10pt (+2 Bonus on each Die roll)


>Consult Violet Striker on what to do with the last one?
>Knock the fearful bastard out.
>Kill him.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[6/6]

>>43165291
>Consult Violet Striker on what to do with the last one?

>>43165291
>>Knock the fearful bastard out.
Yous lucky you didn touch me sis, else you'd bes a dead man.

>>43165291
>Consult Violet Striker on what to do with the last one?

>>43165291
>Knock the fearful bastard out.
Don't have time to waste.

>>43165291
>>Knock the fearful bastard out.
We are still on a clock folk's.
No time wasting daylight, this is why we went to the alleyway's in the first place, remember?

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>Writing

>>43166111
I never thought I'd see invader zim with that kind of style.

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He’s crawled his way into a corner, and he’s shaking by the time you reach him. He stares up at you with wide eyes full of fear. You can see the raw emotion clearly upon his features, and you can hear it in the noises he makes.

“I’da done -a lot- more ta ya and yer guys’ crew if’n ya’s laid a hand on me Sister.” You crouch near him, and glare down at him… no… you glare -through- him. He’s so beneath you that your eyes can’t even register his pitiful form. You grab at his hair, and yank his head to the side so he might better see around you at Mimi, and you point as well to help guide his attention. “If’n ya’s done messed wit even a single hair on dat lil’ girl’s head, you’se guys would be headin’ to the morgue instead.”

With that, you slam his head against the corner he’d crawled himself into, and raise as a pool of liquid forms beneath him.

“H-hey! I don’t think that was quite necessary…” Violet Striker calls out from behind. She leans down closer to examine the damage of Hawaiian Shirt guy, before quickly withdrawing when the smell of piss hits her.

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“C’mon Sis, le’s go. We’s lost enough time wit deez scrubs.” You get up, trying to ignore the strange pink-haired girl. While it was nice for her to take care of some of that, and give you the tools to finish the job in the end, you’ve got a deadline to meet. It would suck to get to the train station to find out the last one has gone for the day… you don’t think you could stand another day in this particular hellhole.

“Y-yeah. Okay.” Mimi trots over to your side and grabs your hand.

“Just a sec.” Firstly you walk back over to Scratchy, and examine him for a moment. With a voice as shitty as his, he’s got to have what you’re looking for. “Ah!”

You reach down towards a familiar, rectangular shape jutting out of his jacket’s breast pocket. Yup. Grasping it in your hands, as well as the accompanying tools to pull it all together, you’ve obtained a pack of (premium) cigarettes as well as a small box of matches.

“Hey! That’s not necessary either!” You feel a hand grasp at your shoulder. Looking over you can see that it’s the hand of that Violet Striker chick, though now without the funky gloves. “Beating that cowering guy is one thing, but stealing? Cigarettes at that? Aren’t you too young to be smoking?”

You can see a concerned look in her expression, and almost a completely different person from her heroine act from before.

>Rules of the street say I can do th’fuck I want.
>You ain’t very smart, is you?
>Th’fuck are you to tell me what I can or cannot do?
>Why not?

>[2/2]

>>43166532
>Rules of the street say I can do th’fuck I want.
>You ain’t very smart, is you?

>>43166532
>>Rules of the street say I can do th’fuck I want.
>You ain’t very smart, is you?
Sides wasn't a beating it was knocking him out sos we don'ts get followeds, fucker like dat never leaves ya alone less you make all hurt.

>>43166532
>You ain’t very smart, is you?

>>43166532
>Why not?

>>43166532
This >>43166570

>>43166532
>>Rules of the street say I can do th’fuck I want.
>>You ain’t very smart, is you?
Really, they're lucky they got off the hook as easily as they did.

>>43166532
>>>Rules of the street say I can do th’fuck I want.
>>>You ain’t very smart, is you?

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“You’se ain’t very smart, is you?” You turn to face her, brushing her hand off of you. You flip open the box of smokes, and are hit with the delicious fragrance of the white tobacco sticks within. Even the smell about this particular brand is quite nice, especially compared to the bottom-of-the-barrel kind you’re usually able to get a hold of. It takes a quick flip of the wrist to get one to poke out enough for you to grab between your lips. “Rules of da street say I can do th’fuck I want.”


“Bu-wha?” She seems taken aback by your lack of remorse for your actions, as well as the brazen method of pulling out, and lighting a smoke in front of her. Perhaps it’s because you did it right after she had said something about it, but she seems at a loss of words as she tries to string together a sentence while babbling. “I. You. Rules?”

“Shit, who’s da -real- kid between us? Yeah. Rules of da street. Anyfuckingthing goes.” You take a nice, pleasant drag of that well-earned cigarette, and for once it doesn’t have that ass-like after taste. It’s rich and smooth all the way through, with a delightful taste. Mimi watches you in fascination as you do so, perhaps with a touch of nervousness. That’s right, she’s never seen you do this before, though you’re pretty sure she knew you did it out of sight. You just give her a slight glance to try to ward her off from wanting to try it. “Sides it weren’t even a beatin’. I’s knocked him out so’s we dun has’ta worry ‘bout no fuckin’ tail. Fucker like dat never leaves ya alone less ya put the hurt on ‘em.”

>[1/2]

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“But, that’s not the point. Justice doesn’t mean hurting those who’ve surrendered. Justice is-”

“A fuckin’ fairy tale that disallusioned parents tell to their disillusioned kids. Ain’t no justice in a world where fuckers like these guys roam the streets, hoping to pick off chicks and do whatever they please wit ‘em.” You cut her off and exhale a puff of white smoke in her direction.

“B-but… butt… yeah... “ Her brows furrow and she slumps forward slightly as your words seem to hit her hard. “I never thought about what might happen if I had lost…”

“Ya could be dead. Ya -could- be worse. I’da polly done a lot worse to these punks if I didn’t has to get goin’ somewhere quick. Which I do. C’mon Mimi.” You turn away from the mysterious girl and get moving on your way again towards your destination.

“Wait!”

“Geeze. Th’fuck you want now?” You glance backwards and see her following after you.

“Putting all that behind, how’d you do all this? You’re pretty good!” She catches up and walks beside you on the side opposite of your little sister.

>Fists ‘n spirit? Fuck, I dunno.
>By lashing out with my Hotblooded body.
>Bit of luck, quick thinkin’, and knowin’ how to fuck shit up.
>Piss off. We’s got somewhere to go.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[2/2]

>>43167343
>>Bit of luck, quick thinkin’, and knowin’ how to fuck shit up.

>>43167343
>Fists ‘n spirit? Fuck, I dunno.

>>43167343
>Bit of luck, quick thinkin’, and knowin’ how to fuck shit up.

>>43167343
>>Bit of luck, quick thinkin’, and knowin’ how to fuck shit up.
>>Piss off. We’s got somewhere to go.

Angsty Chitose is fun

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>Writing

>>43167490
Yes.
Let the angst flow through you.

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“How? Wit a bit of luck, quick thinkin’, and knowin’ how to fuck shit up.” You reply matter-of-factly with a shrug. “Y’gotta be quick if’n yer gonna roam the back alleys.”

“I don’t think that was -just- a bit of luck and quick thinking, you just single-handedly knocked out five and a half fully grown men in a manner of seconds!” She stares at you, her tone now completely filled with wonder and joy. It seems like she’s at least given up on your smoking. “Do you know some sort of awesome martial arts? Do you have some sort of tech as well? You can tell me~!”

She throws herself at your arm, and hugs it tightly. You can feel her arms, her body… her breasts wrap around it. She’s latched onto you like some flirty schoolgirl. Eh, fuck it. It does you no harm…. but it’s kinda uncomfortable to walk like this, and Mimi’s starting to stare.

“Shit, I dunno what to tell ya then. I ain’t no kung-fu expert, and weapons only serve to make ya lazy and weak.” You try to slide you hand free from her grasp, but she only tightens it. At most your wrist is being squeezed betwixt her bussom… but… this is your smoking arm if Mimi’s holding your other hand. Ignoring that for the moment, you continue to keep smoking with the cigarette just tucked between your lips. “I don’t need no crutch, and I’s just a pure brawler; street fighter.”

>[1/2]

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“Ah! Weapons aren’t crutches! They’re tools! People are sophisticated animals capable of using such tools, so why would the use of such things be a weakness?” She squeezes tightly. Dammit. While the soft and warm sensation of your arm being continually sunk into the chest of this pink-haired junior-high girl, she’s being -really- clingy for a chick you -just- met… and don’t even know the name of. Seriously. “That American superhero who wears all black, or even that guy in the metal suit are awesome! -They- use tools!”

“I’s only -sorta- knows ‘bout them guys. But those dudes is made up and fake. In reality, a man’s fist and wit is whachu be needin’ to get by. No fancy toys…” You sigh with her explanation. “Shit, whatever. Who the fuck is you anyways, miss ‘Warrior of Justice’ chick?”

“Me? This Beautiful and Charisma-”

“Oye. I asked fer yer fuckin’ name, not an intro to some fuckin’ TV show.”

“Rude! But, I like that. Straight and to the point~!” She squeezes your arm once more, and pulls you in even closer. Shit. This chick ain’t got -no- understanding about boundaries. “My name is Kaori! Kaori Kichi! And I think what you did today was awesome, -and- dependable, Mister Dependable-and-Hansome-Yankii-without-a-name!”

>Cut the shit titles. Chitose. My name is Chitose.
>Are you gonna do that with both our names? Fuck it. Chitose Sonohara.
>I ain’t tellin’ you shit, Pink-Ranger. Remove yerself.
>...sigh… Chitose Sonohara. It’s hard to walk wi’cher tits wrapped ‘round m’arm.

>[2/2]

>>43168407
>Are you gonna do that with both our names? Fuck it. Chitose Sonohara.

>>43168407
>>Cut the shit titles. Chitose. My name is Chitose.
>>...sigh… Chitose Sonohara. It’s hard to walk wi’cher tits wrapped ‘round m’arm.

>>43168407
>...sigh… Chitose Sonohara. It’s hard to walk wi’cher tits wrapped ‘round m’arm.

>>43168407
>>...sigh… Chitose Sonohara. It’s hard to walk wi’cher tits wrapped ‘round m’arm.

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“Mista Dependable-and-Handsome-Yankii-Without-a-Name…?” You sigh at her utterance of such a title, and then once more as you allow it to slide off your tongue in disbelief. It’s like everything with this girl needs to be over the top or something. “Chitose Sonohara… Y’know, it’s kinda hard ta walk wi’cher tits wrapped ‘round m’arm.”

Yeah. No reason to beat around the bush with any of it. It’s clear this girl will do anything she wants to, and at her own pace at that.

“Eh?! Well… ummm…” Her face reddens and she instead squeezes harder and leans further into you. “I, well…. I kinda thought you’d… I don’t know… maybe sorta… appreciate… you know, like… this as a r-reward… no... “

“Shit, I ain’t need no reward. I ain’t even done nothin’ fer ya.” Once more you try to free your arm, to which she’s actively trying to keep it in place. A quick glance over to Mimi reveals that she’s blushing pretty hard. She obviously gets why this is such an embarrassing thing; it was probably how bluntly you put it. Of course she’d -kinda- get the implications of such an action, such touching. “Like, seriously. Y’dont need’ta give me anything.”

“B-but… I… I didn’t realize how much danger I was in.... I swooped in, not knowing h-how much trouble I could get into… I… I was saved by my wonderful Black Knight, the Yankii Sonohara… that I-”

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“Fuck the what? Knight what? Me? Th’fuck are ya on about?!”

“I’m saying I’m grateful for you to knock those thugs out like you did, because if I showed them mercy like I was going to I would have ended up going through something rough! Okay?! I… I’m grateful… So I-I’m showing…” You finally wriggle your hand free from its decidedly nice-feeling prison of flesh and cloth. “Th-thank you…”

“No, seriously. Alls I did was beat down some mooks who’s messin’ wit me and m’fuckin’ sister.” You finally reach up and flick off the ashy remains at the end of your cigarette; it’d been building up since she commandeered your arm. “I ain’t no fuckin’ Knight, black or otherwise. I’s just a fuckin’ yankii who’s gettin’ outta town.”

“Out of town! What?! B-but! I’m indebted to you! I need to repay you somehow!”

“Shit, Pink Ranger. You don’t gotta do shit. Rule of the Street ain’t say you obliged to do shit.”

“I -want- to repay you!” You can see tears welling up in her eyes. Shit. You’re not good with the touchy-feely feeling crap. If you were, you probably wouldn’t have resorted to fucking shit up when life got tough… “I am a girl of honor! I am a girl of justice! And I am a girl who knows what she wants to do, and I-I want t-to repay you!”

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“F-fuck… -Why?-”

“Because… I… I kinda… like you?” She shifts uncomfrotably for a moment, and her eyes dart around; unable to meet your gaze evenly. She keeps shooting short glances towards you, but then averting her eyes elsewhere. “D-do you believe in t-the Red String of F-F-F-Fate? I-I think I-I l-l-like you… alot…”

“Shut the fuck up.” You turn away from her and begin to walk away, puffing away at your smoke again. Mimi has -no- idea what to think. You can see how this situation is starting to fry her innocent little girl brain.

“W-wait! You’re supposed to say something cool like, ‘then run away with me too, baby’!” She grabs onto your arm and stops you. Her comment looks as though it made her brain short circut for a moment with how loudly she blushes. “O-or something… You saved me, you treated me like a person, even though kinda like I was daft, but like a person, and you let me hug your arm, and saved me! I-I want to do something more for you… You were so cool… It made my heart flutter when you told me ‘how the real world was’... Raw emotion… spirit…. wisdom… l-love-”

“Listen here Pink Ranger… I ain’t even know you. You’s some crazy bitch who done jumped down from the rooftops.” You take what’s left of your cigarette from your mouth and exhale with a deep sigh. “You don’t like me. You’s confused, and scared. Now, kindly piss the fuck off. We’s seriously in a rush here and-”

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As you turn to glare at her to scare her away she leans towards you.The moment you turn you find that her face is in yours. Without enough time to comprehend the situation her lips make contact with yours.

This…

this crazy chick….

jumped down from the rooftop…
kicked a dude’s face…

and…

kissed you?

Th’fuck kinda strange, messed up, bullshit is this?

“Fine! I’ll prove to you that this feeling is real! I’ll make you see some day!” She turns tail with tears in her eyes, and runs off…. This is going to be one of those fucking days…

“O...Onii-chan?” You feel a tug on your hand. “I think that girl -actually- likes you…”

“Fuck no.” You turn to your innocent little sister. “She’s -crazy.- We’ll never see the crazy bitch again anyways. We’s leaving. Like shit she’s gonna prove anything.”

“But… In one of my books, there was something about the red string of fate, and true love, and-”

“Stories of ‘happily ever after’ right? We ain’t gonna see her again. Kairi Kini is a name of the past.” You discard your nearly burnt out cigarette in favor of starting one anew as you start off in the direction you were going before she stopped you with her crazy kiss and declaration. You’ll probably never understand women…

“Kaori Kichi, Onii-chan. You’re so bad with names…” It’s time for Mimi to sigh.

“Yeah yeah. It ain’t important so long as I remember -who- dey is, not dey name.”

You and her walk on through the musty back alleys with no further trouble. There is no shit that gathers at your shoe, no trouble to be had. The sun was still high on this day, and a long journey still lay ahead of you to get to that mystery city where Yuriko Aneue lived.

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>>43169487
>We’ll never see the crazy bitch again anyways.
Yeah...sure you won't.

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With this addition I must say that it is most proper to collect your belongings, gentlemen, for the entry into today's ever continuing chronicle is finished!

Time for those Questions, to which I'll try to answer!

>Side Note:
I'm thinking about going over the Rumble Resources again, as I don't think I've actually thought of the event of a Critical working in tandem with Overflow points.

This might get an update here in the near future. Also, you guys now have 2pts of Overflow, to boost a single critical, or turn a single failure into success.

>>43169544
Thanks for running! I pictured Chitsoe as having 5 main modes
Teasing/jovial
annoyed
angry(hot)
angry(cold)
Furious(both at the same time and why the fuck aren't you running !?!)


accurate?

>>43169625
Don't forget headpat.
That's a step above jovial.

>>43169544
Does pink ranger have a pose similar to that of a Jojo or Kamen Rider character?

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>>43169625
I love that there is only teasing, and FOUR varying degrees of anger/irritation. There is no joy, there is no sad.

There is only teasing and RAGE.

Pretty much, though.

Chitose cannot into feelings. Honestly, like a lot of guys that age.

>>43169652
Of course, can't forget Headpat modo.

>>43169532
Dun, dun, dun

>>43166306
Nor did I, but here it is.

Leaving these here in case I'm unable to answer any more, but I'm completely willing to if'n I have the ability to! Otherwise look forward to Wednesday!

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>>43169770
>Chitose can't into feelings
lol his like a slightly angrier Sasuke, that's why girls love him. Also being hot doesn't hurt

>>43169835
He's not a frigid emo punk though.

>>43169873
It's the bad boy thing anon, girls love that shit

>>43169904
True, but Chitose already has a more varied and more likable personality. Sausuke was Emo and angst, nothing else.

>>43169767
In general a lot of Pink Ranger's flair is that of a Rider. She herself is a huge fan of the Kamen Rider series, as well as any Super Sentai show/performance.

>>43169943
True enough it helps he actually likes some people

>>43169944
Chitose or his sibs have any favorite shows?

>>43169835
>>43169873
>>43169943
>>43169972
Just because he cannot into feelings, doesn't mean he doesn't experience them.

It's one thing to be comfortable with RAGE, entertainment from destruction, and having fun with teasing, but it's a completely different beast to understand joy (and -why- you feel joy), sadness, or even your own affectionate feelings/love.

It's easy for Chitose to see the girls' feelings from the outside, but it's hard for him to understand within.

If that makes sense.

>>43170134
it does. Also How much can Chitose bench press?

>>43170051
Yes. Chitose enjoys a lot of fighting and action stuff, with a nice sprinkling of horror/sci-fi.

His encounter with Kaori gave him a passing interest in the Rider series. He also likes some of the stuff Mimi watches.

Mimi is full anime, Sentai, and Rider. She strongly favors shows that feature teamwork like Magical Girls, Sentai, Rider series with multiple Riders, and such.

Yuriko likes sports. Sports all the time every time. She also likes soaps... But she will deny it. She also likes Rider, and jokes that her boyfriend is like one.

They are a Kamen Rider family. Dem motor bikes, man.

Dem motor bikes.

>>43170325
Fucking a, can't wait to meet big sis and her boyfriend. Is she the one person Chitose fears?