>>44073340
>Write in
Rip off nearest read article of clothing from a person in the buss, and attempt to be a matador.

>>44073340
>Punch out a window, gotta get out of the bus first.

>>44073340
Punch out a window

calling it

Also the setting is Texas, right?
http://essmextension.tamu.edu/plants/?collection=toxics

We should go over the list for plant ideas.
Beefsteak-plant, and Lambert Crazyweed sound like good ideas for weaponizing.

You drag yourself away from the side the bull is on and manage to kick out the back escape window, dragging yourself free, Angie on your heels, you take off at a run, as the bull slams into the side of the bus again, this time with the shriek of torn metal.

You vault over a hot dog stand, as Angie disappears inside a store, telling you to hold the bull off.

Said bull is currently busy goring it's way through the remains of the thankfully empty bus.

People are fleeing in every direction, screaming as the bull reduces the midsection of the bus to scrap, before bursting free, snorting loudly as it glances around, before spotting you.

It lets out another blood curdling roar, as it charges at you again, its hooves clawing chunks of pavement out under foot.

It rushes down at you, but you manage to throw yourself to the side on the first charge, missing the horns by inches, as it plows through a fountain without even slowing down.

It digs it's hooves into the ground, having trouble slowing itself on the now slick floor, it spins around to face you again.

You glance around, looking for something you can use. The water at your feets helpful, but you'd need skin contact for it to help your stand, not to mention a- plant!

Behind the bull, you spot a potted fern, as it screams again, thundering towards you. The fern's within your stand's range... but you'd have a very narrow timeframe to stop the bull's charge.

>Keep dodging, Angie has a plan
>Go, 『Kiss From a Rose』!
>Test of strength, grab it by the horns!
>Write in!

>>44073875
>Go, 『Kiss From a Rose』!
Also toss down some seeds from our pockets or something.

>>44073875
>Go, 『Kiss From a Rose』!

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well, roll me a d100 on that

boy its quiet

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>44074159

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>44074159

You stand your ground, kicking off a show, you stamp one into the fountain water and send forth your stand.

『Kiss From a Rose』 weaves around the bull, even as it tries to gore her in it's charge. Interesting to note, confirms the bull has a stand as well.

You stand reaches the plant and you transfer the energy from the water, fuelling the plant's growth, sending feelers rushing towards the bull, you wrap them in amongst it's ankles, binding it tight and tripping it.

The beast comes down in a furious rush, slipping in the water, it barrels along on it's path, until you yank backwards with the vines, your muscles knotting with concentration as your stand pulls it back.

It's still coming, even despite your attempts, you have to leap out of the way, as nearly all the ferns vines snap, spraying sap everywhere as they wither, the bull plowing through a food court as it slides on it's chest, before finally coming to a rest when it crashes into a china shop.

"Not bad, miss Xiong!" A smug voice calls from above. You peer up, on the second floor of the mall stands a man in full cowboy getup, his Texan accent as thick as his belt buckle is large. "But it will take more than a few leaves to stop to beat Bucky and his 『Unstoppable Force』! Long as he's running, he won't stop til he wants to stop!"

He pulls something metallic from under his ten gallon hat and blows on it, which seems to further enrage the bull, causing the creature to wheel about, stamping and crashing through the store as it extracts itself, sporting a few bleeding wounds from where the china embedded itself in the beast.

"Now kill that girl Bucky!" The cowboy orders, a grin on his face.

The beast roars again, as you check your pockets... you lost your seed packets somewhere in the crash, and still no sign of Angie...

>Get up to the cowboy, and deal with him.
>The bull's hurt, you should finish it off first.
>Retreat, need Angie's help to deal with both of them
>Write in

>>44074573
>Write in
Grab some potatoes or something(carrots, grapes, oranges, potted plants) like that from nearest place with food, be it shop, or someones kitchen. Then just trow a potato(or something) at them.

>>44074573
>Get up to the cowboy, and deal with him.

ITS BACK! ITS BACK! HORRAY ITS BACK!

>>44074573
>Get up to the Cowboy, and deal with him.

Target Stand user.

>>44074573
>Get up to the cowboy, and deal with him.

alrighty, d100 on the cowboy

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>44074971

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>44074971

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>44074971

You call 『Kiss From a Rose』 back from the fern, bunching it's muscles under you, you use it's power to launch yourself vertically, just as the bull powers by underneath you.

The cowboy seems surprised, as you grab the railing to the second floor, vaulting over it with ease as you land in front of him, before he slides a cocksure grin across his face. "Well there's somethin' you don't see every day." He laughs.

"You stand in my way and I'll make sure you regret it." You reply, cracking your knuckles as your stand shimmers in front of you.

He just shrugs, "You sure about that, Xiao Xiong? I did a little readin' up on you. Learned what made you tick." He taps his neck, "How to hurt you... my 『Achy Breaky Heart』 turns the pain on the inside into pain on the outside!"

You feel a white hot pain spread from your neck, your nerves tingling as it rips through your body, from something heavy that's stuck to the back of your head. Your knees give out, and you force yourself to stand through sheer force of will, gripping to the railing behind you.

"Daddy left your momma, fore you was even born?" Another blinding jolt of pain courses through you. "You don't even know his name." You grit your teeth as a fresh wave courses through you, your grip slipping from the railing. "And every day you manage to make your momma wish for a daughter who was nice. Wishes she had a teeny tiny, polite ching chong china girl she could marry off... but instead she got you."

You throw yourself at him, your punch bouncing weakly off his stomach, as hot bile rushes into your mouth.

"Xiao, catch!" A packet of tomato seeds lands by your head, as Angie comes running down the path, heading full tilt at the cowboy.

The pain eases off, as the cowboy yelps, the scent of smoke filling your nostrils.

You force yourself to your knees, as the cowboy stamps the flames on his hat out.

"You bitch!" He growls, a small green leech shaped stand flying at Angie's neck.


Another roar reveals the bull has managed to force its way up a staircase, now barrelling down on you once more.

You feebly grab at the seeds, as Angie stand snaps it's fingers, a nearby fire extinguisher detonating loudly, a white cloud bursting out, along with a wave of metal shards, most of which embed themselves in the bull, slamming into the railing, but failing to knock it back to the floor.

The cowboy's making a break for it, putting the two of you between the bull and himself.

"Xiao, move!" Angie calls to you, as you struggle to pull yourself to your feet, 『Kiss From a Rose』 shimmering weakly at your side.

>Dive off the railing, back to the ground floor.
>Chase after the cowboy.
>Hold the bull off, Angie can chase the cowboy.
>Write in

>>44075230
>Chase after the cowboy.
>Write in
Trow something at him to slow him down. Roof title or whatever is on hand.

>>44075230
>Chase after the cowboy.

How did this win the vote?

>>44075371
No clue. I did vote for it, but there are like 4 other people in here, compered to 20-ish(?) that voted.

well, roll me a 2d100s for that then

Rolled 7, 11 = 18 (2d20)

>>44075515

Rolled 41, 93 = 134 (2d100)

>>44075515

Rolled 98, 41 = 139 (2d100)

>>44075515
Heh, sorry, did 2d20 here >>44075534

>>44075534
d100 man not d20

Rolled 41, 51 = 92 (2d100)

>>44075515

You turn tail and run, forcing yourself to stay upright, the two of you manage to gain ground on the cowboy, as the bull itself slowly gains ground behind you.

Ripping the bag of seeds open with your teeth, you pour them into the air, having 『Kiss From a Rose』 catch them as you break into a sunny area, shooting the tomatoes vines forward, you grab the cowboy up, just as he's about to take a corner.

Angie glances backwards, 『Girl In the Fire 』 setting fire to the bull's nose ring, infuriating the animal further, as you both round the corner.

The bull, blinded by the fire in it's face, doesn't slow down in time for the corner, crashing through it, and flying out into the open air, before it hits the ground with a savage crunch, letting out one more, pained groan before it collapses.

You can hear police sirens approaching fast now, and you're not surprised, having torn up hall a strip mall, but what does surprise you are the men in dark suits ushering passersby away, snatching phones that are recording the destruction and stamping on them, before paying off the holders.

Angie drives a toe into the cowboy's head, as he lies splayed out on the floor, thick vines binding his arms to his chest, as well as keeping his ankles together, knocking him out cold. "Looks like you just got the horns." She quips, letting an angered sigh out.

The men in suits are staring at you, one in sunglasses is speaking calmly into a phone, looking right at the both of you.

>Let's take the cowboy and get out of here
>See what these suits want
>Question him now, they have a habit of killing themselves. (Write in)
>Other

>>44075795
>>Question him now, they have a habit of killing themselves. (Write in)
Who are you working for, who gave you powers, and how?
Dick punch if no answer.

>>44075795
>Let's take the cowboy and get out of here

>>44075909
He is gonna suicide, or get shot in the head or something in like 30 seconds or so. No real point in trying.

Calling it, Suits are going to be SWF

They're paying people, they're too nice to be mobsters.

>>44075981
I just don't want to get in a fight with government agents or some shit.

>>44075795
>Let's take the cowboy and get out of here

>>44075795
>Question him now, they have a habbit of killing htemselves

Rolled 1 (1d2)

I'm just gonna roll on these two then

1 is questioning
2 is running

You squat down, you're getting answers out of one of these bastards, and now!

Two slaps across the cheek wake him up easily enough. "Angie, if he tries to use his stand, melt his dick off." You instruct, before giving him another slap. "Now, you're gonna tell me who the hell you're working for, and where you got this stand!"

He laughs again, "I was born this way, honey pie." He laughs, "As for who sent me..." A police car pulls up at the closest entrance to the mall, "Well, maybe that's a better question for the long arm of the law over there."

You drive a fist into his gut, winding him. "Tell me now, or you'll be missing a few teeth."

He just grins, "Whatever you say, flied rice." He chuckles at his own little 'joke'. "Well, if you wanna know so bad, I work for somebody that's.. shall we say... beyond human. All I had to do was catch and stand users I find and bring them to him."

"Who!" Angie rattles him, a fire springing up on his shirt. "Tell us who this asshole is."

He rolls his eyes, "Burning ain't always the answer little darning. I'll tell ya his name. The one who's hunting you, his name is Biitels."

"Beatles?" You repeat.

"No Biittels, you gotta stress the 'I' in it. He's rather stern on the subject. Killed a guy over saying it wrong one time." He sags back as the fire on his chest burns out. "And he's gonna make those who serve him, the strongest motherfuckers on the planet."

You feel a tap on your shoulder, whipping around to find one of the suits has snuck up behind you silently, the one on the phone earlier. "Excuse me ma'am." He speaks politely, hiding a New Yorker accent poorly, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the cause of all this destruction, would you?"

>What's it to you?
>No idea what you're talking about.
>RUN!
>Other

>>44076390
>No idea what you're talking about. (put hand over his mouth, if he tries to keep talking)
>Other
So where I can find this Biittels fellow?

>>44076524
this

>>44076390
>No idea what you're talking about.

You shake your head, "No idea what you're talking about." You tell him, "Now excuse me, I'm having a private conversation."

"In the middle of this live crime scene." The suit replies, "With a man tied up in... tomato vines?" He smirks. "Very well ma'am. Ask him your questions, but we plan on taking this man in for question ourselves."

You exchange a look with Angie, before dragging the cowboy off. "How do we find his Biittles of yours?" You demand, shaking him by his lapels.

He just laughs, "Hell if I know, he moves every night, and has someone call me to meet him. He usually stays in his last victims house."

"So, he could be in any stand users house in the whole city?" Angie frowns, "Not a great lead, now is it?"

"Anything else?" You demand.

He shoots you a grin, "Ya ever hear of the chupacabra Xiong?" He asks.

Just as you're about to reply, a cop rounds the corner, pistol drawn. He startles a moment, but points his weapon at you. "Freeze! Hands in the air, and let the man go!"

The suit steps close and whispers something in the cops ear. And the cop slowly lowers his gun, nodding to the suit. "Yes sir, feel free to take him." He mutters, before hurrying off, pretending he didn't see anything.

The suit steps forward, "I'm afraid that I'll have to take our friend off your hands now." He gives a half grimace. "The more police that see you three here, and the longer I have to stick around, the more paper work I'll have."

He snaps his fingers and three more suits round the corner, grabbing the cowboy and dragging him out from under you.

The lead suit steps forward, offering a business card. "When you feel like the telling the truth, feel free to call." He explains, as below his men haul the now broken legged bull into a truck.

The card doesn't have a name on it, just a number and a weird logo, but Angie seems to have an interest in it.

>Who are you guys?
>I don't see that happening.
>You guys after Biittles too?
>Write in

>>44076892
>Write in
Whatever, go looking for some more seed packets, and something better than pockets to keep them in. Maybe a neck pouch, Velcro seals for pockets or something like that. These guys are scrubs that do nothing productive.

>>44076892
>Who are you guys?

>>44076892
>Who are you guys?

>>44075371
>>44075439
People voted for this outta pity.

You check the card again, "Who are you guys exactly?"

He points to the logo. "Speedwagon tactical unit, we respond to messes like this." He gestures around at the wreckage of the mall. "Give me a call sometime."

"Speedwagon..." Angie mutters, "You... you wouldn't know my dad, would you? Lou Crakehall?"

The suit shrugs, "We employ a lot of people sweetheart, but with that name, I can look into it." He lowers his sunglasses, winking, "And you two, while I'm at it." He spins on his heels, clapping his hands, "Have a good afternoon ladies. You have two minutes to vacate the scene, before the cops will be forced to bring you in."

You and Angie swap looks again, and take off at a sprint, heading for the street, you barge out through the police line, you make for the street.

This close to home, you're not risking getting on another bus. You took enough of a beating in that fight, you need a god damn rest.

Angie loops her arms around your chest, "Xiao, you're not even walking straight, you concussed?"

You shake your head, "Nah... just shakey. I'm fine."

You fumble your key out, and within two minutes, you're sleeping the beating off on the couch.

When you wake, you've got a pounding pressure behind your eyes, and your temple feels freezing cold, courtesy of the icepack Angie placed on it.

"Your mom's gone out for dinner." She explains, "I told her you were just tired from working out." She shoves a bowl of pasta into your hands, "Listen Xiao, this could be worse than you thought... If that cop who blew her brains out was with them, they know where you live. And that guy seems to know all about your family life too..." She waves around at the room. "What if they show up here when we're not around? Your mom won't be ablte to stop them."

You give a pained laugh, "I dunno, she can be pretty tough."

"Xioxio." She grabs your hand firmly. "We might need to get out of the house for a while."

>It'll be fine.
>We should stay with Rai
>Let's get a motel
>Write in

>>44077410
>We should stay with Rai

>>44077410
>We should stay with Rai

>>44077410
>>It'll be fine.
>Write in
Your solution to them caching my mom at home while we are not home, is to go away form home?
Whut? That's like opposite of what we should do.

>>44077439
>>44077482
Guys house is full of people. Why would we go there? There is no space for us, unless we are intending to make Rai's friends jelly by him having 2 girls with him.

>>44077530
His house is huge, we can fit.

>>44077410
>We should stay with Rai

>>44077551
its in nazi neighborhood, and he has annoying relatives. Plus what are we saying to mom? That we are staying with some guy who stabs people for money? And to Rai's caretaker? That we are not gonna go have threesome with him?

>>44077608
>And to Rai's caretaker? That we are not gonna go have threesome with him?
You want us to lie to her? That's not nice.

Also can we shove some seeds inside seams of our clothing, as a backup, just in case?

>>44077770
Stupid anon, we have a butt.

>>44077791
You've got it all wrong anon.

Plant seeds go in our seams, Rei seed goes in our butt.

>>44077770
And maybe shoes. Inside shoelaces and stuff.
>>44077791
What if they attack when our pants are down? We should hide some seeds in bathroom or something.

Also ask our friends to carry some seeds for us in wallets or whatever.

And we need to get some good water bottles. Maybe a flask or something?

"Maybe we can crash with Rai? If we're staying there full time, they might leave the house alone. Plus with the three of us together, there's less chance someone will get the drop on us."

Angie frowns, "With the kid? I don't think that's a good idea..."

You shrug, "That's just cos you and Rai don't get along. His place is huge, and there's so many people coming and going, it'd be hard to pick us out. And it's not like anyone can kick us out from there. The place is Rai's, as far as I can tell."

Angie frowns, but starts gathering her meagre belongings together. "I guess..." She sighs.

You grab the phone, calling the cell phone that Rai's cousin gave you.

It answers, "Eyyy, Amarillo, what's shakin'?" Sofia asks. "You wanted to talk to Rai?"

"Yeah." You grunt through dinner.

Rai snatches the phone off her very quickly, and you explain the situation. "Uh.. sure, I guess. We can shift a few kids around, and get you two a room."

"Just until we sort this mess out." You assure him. You can hear Sofia saying something teasing in the background and Rai growling at her to shut up. "We also found out who we think is after us." You mention. "Some stand user hunter, called Biittles."

"That's a dumb name." Rai comments, "Tell me about it when you get here though, I got a few things to do."

The line drops suddenly, and you call mom next, telling her that you'll be working at summer camp for 'a while' not specifying how long, just in case. "Oh, you're volunteering? Good for you Xiao!" She sounds genuinely proud of you over that. "Look good on your college applications too!" There it is.

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

"Yeah mom. See you when I get back, alright? And... don't answer the door to strangers while I'm gone, okay?" She agrees multiple times, and hangs up.

"Well, we got the go ahead." You tell Angie. You stuff a bunch of spare clothes and necessities into a duffel bag, while Angie can carry everything in her pockets. You make sure to lock the house tight and head to Rai's.

You hear a squabble by the door, before Rai yanks it open, Sofia looming behind him, a smirk on her face. "Oh look, cuz, you're little girlfriends are here." She smirks.

Rai elbows her in the gut, "Shut up!" He growls, grabbing you and Angie by the wrists and dragging you inside before he lets go. "Come on, room's at the back."

You march past the usual parade of people, homeless, kids without parents to look after them, Rai's enormous family, or all three.

Rai shunts open a door at the back of the house into a slightly larger bedroom than the others. "This is usually my room..." He mutters, "But you two can take it." He rubs his neck awkwardly. "Xiao, I don't think you'll fit on the bed though."

It does seem rather short for you.

>I can take the floor
>Not sharing with us Rai? We don't bite.
>Angie and I don't have to share if you've got a bigger bed.
>Maybe we should check out a motel instead
>Write in

>>44077930
>Not sharing with us Rai? We don't bite.
>I can take the floor

>>44077930
>I can take the floor
>Not sharing with us Rai? We don't bite.

>>44077930
>I can take the floor
>Not sharing with us Rai? We don't bite.

You lay a hand on his shoulder, cracking a grin at the boy. "Not going to share with us Rai? We don't bite."

He coughs, averting his eyes, "Speak for yourself." Angie comments dryly, throwing herself on the bed."

"I.. uhh... I've gotta-" He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, "I'm gonna get some water." He finally mumbles out. "Make yourselves at home."

"He gets easily intimidated." Angie comments, hooking one leg over the other and laying back. "On the other hand, he has a TV in his room, let's see if there's anything handy about this Biittles guy on the news."

She flicks through a few stations, but the major story of the local news is focusing on the levelling of the strip mall today. "Locals reported seeing a giant bull, who destroyed this fountain." The reporter explains, "Along with thousands in propery damage, this china shop owner is out tens out thousands in product, she gestures to the one the bull crashed into when the cowboy showed up, before droning on for a few more minutes, before an interviewed witness mentions a mysterious, 'Oriental woman' seen fleeing the area.

"Guess those guys couldn't hush everyone up." Angie mutters.

You check the card again, finding a small slogan on the back, "Ridin' The Storm Out.... how vague."

Angie's pulled the necklace she usually stored in her beanie out, cleaning the silver gently using a tissue.

>There a story to that necklace?
>Give this Speedwagon guy a call.
>Find Rai, he needs a proper rundown of what happened.
>Write in

>>44078396
>There a story to that necklace?

>>44078396
>>Find Rai, he needs a proper rundown of what happened.

>>44078396
>There a story to that necklace?

>>44078396
>Give this Speedwagon guy a call.
Ten bucks says Biitles' Stand's name is 『Across the Universe』

>>44078665
What if hes a pillar man?

xioxios stand channels sunlight

>>44078688
Then we have a hard worn fight until we figure out his weakness in character. Though honestly most pillar men aren't shit compared to the power of a Stand

>>44078780
What if he's a pillarman with a stand?

>>44078807
...

...

abandon thread?

You nod at the necklace, sitting beside Angie. "So it there a story to that thing?" She glances up, clutching it defensively. "Just... seems odd that a homeless chicks hoarding jewellery to herself is all."

Angie shrugs, her initial mistrust fading. "I dunno..." She polishes the gem again, "My dad got given it back when he was working in the Speedwagons science department. Said it has something to do with mom's grandpa, should stay in the family." She brushes it gently. "I always liked it too much as a kid. I'd steal it out of my dad's drawer and wear it to school... he always got mad when I did it, but I never stopped."

"Can I see it?" She reluctantly hands it off and you take a closer look. Just seems to be a plain red gemstone, with a funny lighter spot in the middle in the shape of a cross. Admittedly, it IS a bigass gemstone. Sits kind of funny in your palm... and it makes your skin tingle a little.

Angie quickly takes it back as you hand it off. "Anyway... Mom always seemed to like it a lot, but she never wore it. And once I was living on the streets, I wasn't going to go around wearing a gemstone. I liked those guys with me, but I didn't trust them that much."

"Fair." You clench your fist as the tingling fades, while Sofia enters the room. "Most everyone else is going to bed." She explains, "You girls don't stay up to late partying, unless you're inviting me, alright?" She swings her hips from side to side to little with a smile, before backing out.

Angie's eyes flick back to the TV, just in time to catch something. "Another chupacabra story..." She mutters. "Didn't Cowpie Clyde mention something about chupacabra's earlier?"

She raises the volume, but it's the same story again, this time a ranch owner found his horse dead, it's body drained dry of blood.

"Do... you think it's this Biittles guy doing it?" Angie asks. "Like some sort of blood sacrifice shit?"

"It's possible." You agree.

The chupacabra story ends and rolls into the wrap up, the anchor recapping brings up an unsolved murder that you'd missed.

The woman was found about a dozen blocks from here, her body mangled and twisted, bones snapped at severe angles, and with several quarter sized holes punched through her torso.

"Jesus..." Angie groans. "Should we... should we try and sneak in? This sounds like some stand user bullshit."

>Let's go, tonight.
>Let's check it out tomorrow
>Cops might be keeping an eye on it, give it time.
>Write in

>>44079031
>>Cops might be keeping an eye on it, give it time.
"Wanna call Speedwagon?"

>>44079031
>>Cops might be keeping an eye on it, give it time

>>44079031
>Cops might be keeping an eye on it, give it time
>Wait, you dad worked for the SWF?

Oh shit...she has the stone...

Vampires and Pillarmen intensifies

"Cops might be keeping an eye on it. Not much we can do right now.

She frowns at that, as the news ends. "Fair enough. I'm gonna get some shut eye. Night Xiao."

After sleeping off that fight, you've still got a few hours in you, which you spend figuring out how to better keep your seed supply on you.

You end up carving into the bottom of your shoes, each one comfortable fitting a pack under your heels, along with a pack kept in your wallet.

When she wakes up, you could ask Angie about sewing on a zipper to your hoodie's sleeves, it'd be easiest to reach, but you've always been hopeless at this crafts stuff.

Feeling restless, you do a few sets of crunches and push ups, trying to sweat yourself to sleep, but all it does is make you hungry.

You quietly raid the fridge, stealing a few slices of old meatloaf, before the light clicks on, Sofia winking playfully as she sees you stuffing your face. "No worries." She tells you, "Long as you're staying here, you can help yourself amarillo."

She sways her way over to a cupboard, her... less than conservative pajama top clinging to her. "I have a name you know." You inform her.

She winks, fetching a glass of water for herself. "I know ya do amarillo." She smirks, leaning over the table. "Ketchup in the fridge if you want some on that." She points out. "Rai cooked it, so it's a bit dry."

You help yourself, as Sofia finishes her water and cracks a beer instead. "So!" She slaps the back of your hand, "My little cousin invites to older girls into the house and lets them take his room..." She winks, "What's the deal with that?"

"We just needed to get out of my house for a while is all." You shrug, taking another bite.

She rolls her eyes, "Alright, alright." She knocks her beer back and burps into the back of her hand, "So, on a totally different subject, you got a boyfriend amarillo? Girlfriend? Anything like that? Someone to be the little spoon.

>Are you hitting on me?
>Nope, prefer it that way too.
>Well...(Write in)

>>44079636
"I'd prefer a big spoon if you're asking"

>>44079636
>>Are you hitting on me?

>>44079706
This.

>>44079636
>Summon Stand
I have all the spoons I need

>>44079636
>Are you hitting on me?

>>44079636
>Are you hitting on me?

>>44079706
>>44079716
Both

You know she is discreetly asking if we are in relationship with Rai, or just leading him on.

>>44079636
"How popular do you think the 6'5 muscle bound Asian delinquent with the boys around here?

You raise an eyebrow, "Sofia, are you hitting on me? Because I'll have you know I'd prefer a big spoon."

She snorts into her beer. "Big gal, little spoon, huh?" She sets her drink down, "Besides, maybe I am, or maybe I'm just a awful flirt. Who knows?" She holds her hand out in front of her neck, "What was it you said? 'You must be this tall to ride'?"

"That embarrassed Rai quite a bit when I said that, huh?" You ask.

She snickers, "Sure did amarillo." She picks her drink back up, downs the rest in one go and tosses it in the trash. "Besides, even if I were, that's a no-no. You're way too young to be dating a mature young woman like me." She runs her hands down her sides, a drunk flush rising in her cheeks. "Even if you are pretty cut." Her eyes linger on your biceps a moment, before she shakes her head.

"Push ups, situps, squats and stomach curls." You shrug, "Every other day."

She turns away, throwing a window open, "Stupid Texas... She complains. "The fan in room is all busted. And I can't even take my pajamas off like I usually do, since Rai's bunking with me."

"They're not much pajamas as is." You point out.

She flashes you a devlish grin. "You know what I mean." She laughs. "Still, c'mon, you don't get any play?"

You shrug, "Surprisingly, the 7' muscle bound asian delinquent chick isn't too popular at school."

Her tongue wets her lips, "Well, I know at least one person in the house probably has a thing for you." She grins, "But I won't say who... unless you tell me who you'd want it to be."

You chew the inside of your cheek, staring back at her.

>I'm fine with being single. Really.
>Ever heard the phrase, 'Blondes have more fun?'
>Just how mature are you Sofia?
>Rai's cute, in a puppy love way
>Write in

>>44080206
>Rai's cute, in a puppy love way
He's the little brother we never had.

>>44080206
>Rai's cute, in a puppy love way
>And Angie's nice when you scrub the dirt off her. Literally.

>>44080206
>Rai's cute, in a puppy love way

>>44080206
>Rai's cute, in a puppy love way

>>44080206
>>Ever heard the phrase, 'Blondes have more fun?'

>>44080206
>Just how mature are you Sofia?

Clearly the only way for any of those options to be the big spoon is if they combine their powers.

>>44080206
>>44080254
This, the relationship needs to have as many races as possible.

>>44080365
Three people team up to make Xiao feel small.

well, just to clear it up, just in case

>All about that Rai
>Banana, chocolate AND vanilla swirl

>>44080434
>All about that Rai

>>44080434
>Banana, chocolate AND vanilla swirl
Delicious

You rest your chin on your hand. "Well... Rai's cute. In a puppy love sort of way."

Sofia's eyebrows shoot up at that, "You like them young, eh Xiao?" She snickers, "Wouldn't have pegged you like that."

"But Angie's nice, when you scrub the dirt off her. Literally. And you know what they say about blondes having more fun."

That sets the older woman grinning, "Damn girl! Both of them? And you're even giving me the snub?" She shrugs, rolling her shoulders. "Ah well, I should probably be saying no to you and Rai... but he's a big kid, he knows what he's doing."

She plucks the last bit of meatloaf off your fork and sways her way out of the kitchen, leaving the smell of beer behind her.

>>44080434
>Banana, chocolate AND vanilla swirl
I imagine Xiao has never seriously considered being in a relationship, so she's open to a little variety.

Damn, you wanted that meatloaf.

Oh well. You spot a herb rack hanging off the windowsill, giving them a little boost in growth, before making your way back to Rai's room.

Angie's sprawled out on Rai's bed, the fan spinning at full bore on the roof, as you roll your sleeping bag out and climb in, before quickly climbing out as it cooks you alive.

Your woken again by a heavy pounding on the door, Angie pulling it open to reveal Rai, shirtless and panicked, pointing to the front of the house.

"There's some bastard's on our lawn!" He hisses, as Angie stirs. "Some Neo fuckers, just threw a brick through a window." He growls a little bit, and you could swear the back of his hair sticks up in anger, "There's kids in that room, god damn it, we gotta go teach them what happens when they mess with us."

>I can handle this alone. You don't wanna be seen doing it Rai.
>Whole party beatdown, let's go.
>Let them have their fun, then follow them home.
>Write in

>>44080493
bit late champ

"You stay in the house Rai." You tell him, "And let me out the back way. If I come up the street, they won't blame you for it directly."

You head out the back door, shrugging off your hoodie so you're less recognisable in disguise, looping around through a few backyards and hurry up behind them, screaming bloody murder.

Four men and two women in total, wielding bricks and beer bottles. They hurl their weapons at you, fear crossing their faces as 7 feet of screaming asian descends on them, but you bat the bricks and bottles out of the air with 『Kiss From a Rose』.

Your fist collides with the tallest mans' nose first, dropping the drunk with one punch, while your stand sinks its hands into the freshly watered lawn, the grass coming alive.

It ensnares one Neo, a long coil of grass hooking around his neck and yanking him to the ground, while another falls with a wet thud, hit from behind by Rai's stand, poking out a window.

Another screams as the bottle in her hand shatters, Angie having ignited the burst the bottle, flame building the pressure inside, glass shards digging into the screaming woman's hand, before you deck her as well, before you send 『Kiss From a Rose』 two finish the last two, slamming their heads together with enough force to break one's jaw.

"This neighbourhood isn't Neo territory anymore." You growl at them, standing over the ones that are still conscious. "So take your friends, and get the hell out of here."

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>44080502
>I can handle this alone. You don't wanna be seen doing it Rai.
>Whole party beatdown, let's go.

1 the former, 2 the latter.

>>44080523
We finished the thread on 4plebs, brah, chuckles is just posting it for suptg archiving purposes.

>>44080502
>I can handle this alone. You don't wanna be seen doing it Rai.

I can't help it if the website was down for over an hour.

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The one's that can still walk, drunkenly limp away, the rest doing their best to crawl away, as you let the one pinned by the grass free, placing a boot on his chest. "And don't go telling anyone about what happened. They won't believe you when you're this drunk."

With that, you hurl him up by his collar and shove him along on his way.

"This neighbourhood really is a hellhole." You remark to yourself, as you hear faint cheers erupt from not just Rai's house, but up and down the street, every family had been tensely watching from their windows, as you had beat the Nazis, making you thankfully for the poor lighting, keeping your powers in the dark.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M


Angie's running out of the house, grabbing your wrist and holding it as high as she can swing it... which is about head height for you. "Three cheers for the... the-"

"Amarillo!" Sofia calls from behind you, "Three cheers for Amarillo!"

The nickname echoes up and down the street, and you glare back at the woman, as she shoots you a grin.

"Good grief." You mutter, rolling your shoulders.

>End of Episode 9

>>44080523
>>44080530
See>>44080529
I tweeted the 4plebs link and finished it there

>>44080533
eagerly awaiting the /ss/ bisexual threeway with vine bondage and fire play chucks

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>>44080627

>>44080627
Yea, waiting for it.

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>>44080627
>kiss from a rose and angies stand molesting rais little rabbit stand

This was nice. I missed XioXio

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im here to stop this thread falling off because fuck tg

given the muscle girl density, when are we getting pic related?