http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=One%20Piece%20Muscles%20Quest

The old quests.

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>>1380710
>Visit your captain, hes not in a state to heal his normal way so hes recovering from surgery with Mr Doctor

>>1380710
>>Acquire supplies, you aren't a Moran Sewer fighter so the marines aren't looking for you in any way.

>>1380710

>Visit Moran, you should probably come clean about the shot before he finds out himself

>>1380710
>Acquire supplies, you aren't a Moran Sewer fighter so the marines aren't looking for you in any way.

>>1380710

> Visit the Moran

>>1380710
>Visit Moran, you should probably come clean about the shot before he finds out himself

>>1380710
>Visit your captain, hes not in a state to heal his normal way so hes recovering from surgery with Mr Doctor

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You decide to visit Moran, you need to make sure everythings all nice with the guy who more or less has your life in your hands.

Morans guards nod and move away to let you into his warehouse, the slug man pouring over pictures, a round bread circle in one hand.

He smiles as he notices you. "Aaaah its the contender's little girl how are things? Want a bagel? We get these fresh from Ishamel Belisteinberg down at richmond street. Wish he'd set up a stand down in my arena but the sewer gas messes with his arthritis." The man shrugs taking a bite of the bread ring as he pushed the plate towards you.

"Now I'm guessing you have something you want to talk about due to the kerfuffle of last nights match?"

>Ask him if he knew about the seastone and stuff, dont skivvy things happen in the ring some times
>Just come out and say it
>So... you know that person who shot those guys? Are you still looking for them.

>>1380966
>>Ask him if he knew about the seastone and stuff, dont skivvy things happen in the ring some times

>>1380966
>>Ask him if he knew about the seastone and stuff, dont skivvy things happen in the ring some times

>>1380966
>>Ask him if he knew about the seastone and stuff, dont skivvy things happen in the ring some times

>>1380966
>Ask him if he knew about the seastone and stuff, dont skivvy things happen in the ring some times

>>1380966
>Ask him if he knew about the seastone and stuff, dont skivvy things happen in the ring some times

>>1380966

>Ask him if he knew about the seastone and stuff, dont skivvy things happen in the ring some times

Everyone big on this interrogation, writing.

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You sit in the chair nibbling on the bagel. It IS good with the cream cheese. "Okay first I want to know, were you in on the whole Minmax fiasco."

Moran raised a eyebrow. "Are you trying to say I tried to have your boy killed?"

You shake your head. "I don't know, I'm not a mob boss, or a wrestling promoter, I have no ideas why you'd want either taken out, maybe to even the score against Wrecks next week?"

"Whoa whoa whoa before your theory start's sounding like it's real I assure you I didn't do shit to plan that." Moran said holding out his hands. "I had my other plans to deal with that. But I don't let seastone in my ring, I can't even afford that." Moran says gesturing to the warehouse. "Especially not a mercury blend, someone called a hit and I need to figure out who did that and who shot them. I don't like people getting schemes on my business."

>I can answer who shot them for you
>So you think someone hired the brothers to kill my captain?

>>1381121
>I can answer who shot them for you

>>1381121
>I can answer who shot them for you

>>1381121
>So you think someone hired the brothers to kill my captain?

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"Well..." you say placing your bag of bricks on the table. "I can tell you who killed them. That was me, I thought the Minmax brothers were going to kill my captain and I defended him. "

Moran raises a eyebrow. "You serious? Kid you were next to me in the vip booths I think I'd have noticed if you slipped a gun..."

You assemble the battlebrix into a rifle and shoot the floor, the impact dial giving a muted sound without a actual ignition to make a bang as the brick dented the floor befor skidding off.

"Oh... do you take requests?" Moran stated before shaking his head. "Wait that answers the assasinations but not why the minmax were trying to ransom the kid off."

You raise a eyebrow? "Not for the prize money?"

Moran chuckles. "You think im dumb enough to put real money in that case? Its all a prop, you get the prize money via a bonus post fight, even if they tried to steal the case they won't actually get a dime. So that stunt was staged but I didn't do it and if they were staging it for theatre sake then why use a real knife?"

Well... that's not a comfortable question.

>So about those contracts... (Get extra money)
>Maybe I can help investigate things for you, im sneaky.
>Write in

>>1381171
>So about those contracts... (Get extra money)

>>1381171
>So about those contracts... (Get extra money)

>>1381171
>>Maybe I can help investigate things for you, im sneaky.

>>1381171
>So about those contracts... (Get extra money)

>>1381171
>Maybe I can help investigate things for you, im sneaky.

>>1381171
Actually could we ask about both?

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You raise your eyebrow. "Requests? Do you want me to do a wrestling match or something."

Moran shakes his head. "After what you did to two of my best I probably can't afford you. Though you cut my bills on sewagator chow."

Moran reached into his shelf and pulled out a stack of paper. "This is a list of people who I don't want to need a list of. The ones in red are have bounties that I can get clean up crew to cash in poised as bounty hunters."

Moran points to ones with a blue mark. "These are WG goons who don't respect my efforts to keep things nice and buddy buddy. These contracts need to be done more cunning so we can frame them on one of the red marked contracts and get more money on the latter."

You nod, so the red ones are more "get in and kill" while blue can need guile, though you suppose "get in and kill sneakily" is good for either.


But... these people didn't do anything to YOU. "What about the investigation? Can I help with that."

Moran nods. "If you want, we can direct you to the minmax's apartment, they were topfloorers so that place is too lock and key for the goons to go into and actually do any searching but if you might be able to investigate more easily."

Thats fair, topfloorers tended to discriminate against the grounders and ogres.

>Pick a contract, kill someone
>Be nice and not kill people and go detectiveing.

>>1381269

>Pick a contract, kill someone

>>1381269
>Be nice and not kill people and go detectiveing.
>Just look to see if any contracts were in that area

>>1381269
>Be nice and not kill people and go detectiveing.

>>1381269
>>Be nice and not kill people and go detectiveing.

>>1381269
>>Be nice and not kill people and go detectiveing.

>>1381269
>Be nice and not kill people and go detectiveing.

>>1381269
>Be nice and not kill people and go detectiveing.
Can we talk to the captain about this?

Roll a 1d100 for stealth

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1381356

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1381356

>>1381356

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1381361
>>1381356
Or the dice can work please?

Well thats not good.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>1381356

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You smile. "If you give me the address I am sure I can take a look."

Moran nods, handing you a mini denden mushi and the address. "Alright here you go, try to avoid letting people see your eyes, people are squemish up there."

You nod, walking out of the warhouse with your map.

A thing to know about new yorki is how polluted the place is, the rain absorbing the pollution in a toxic downpour. As a result the new yorki's built taller and taller buildings to avoid the toxic fog outside.

So it is unusual that a pair with a topsider would work as tag team members in a sewer. But you know thrill seekers.

You sneak up the staircase, looking at a newspaper to hide your face as you look at your address. Why the 35th floor? You're tired.

You find the floor, walking to the door before you shake, being knocked into the floor. Looks like you crashed into someone.

"I beg pardon Miss." A woman said, four swords of various lengths hanging from her belt and a green reed hat on her head.

You peek up before immediatly looking away after you saw the swords. Shit only marines are allowed to carry weapons up here. Sure you got your battlebricks but she has to be a marine to carry them so openly.

>Um... hey, sorry. (Avoid looking at her and giving yourself away)
>Write in

1d100 for bluffs

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1381426
THIS IS FOR SOMEONE TO MAKE SOMETHING UP.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1381426
>>Um... hey, sorry. (Avoid looking at her and giving yourself away)

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>1381426

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1381426
We're a maid, and it's casual (whatever day of the week it is)

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1381426
>1d100

So a 93 but... i dont really see a clear idea of a excuse.

Do you just want to say sorry?

>Sorry, walk away
>Pretend your a maid

>>1381542
>Pretend your a maid

>>1381542
>Pretend your a maid

>>1381542
>>Pretend your a maid

>>1381542
>Pretend you're a maid

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You close your eyes smiling as you bonk your head. "Thank you madam, I was hired for cleaning service and its my first day on the job." You sniff.

"I worked so hard to get this job and I'm already screwing this up."

The marine cups your head. "Hey hey, no worries, everyone has a difficult first. Hey what is your room your supposed to clean."

You hold out the number as she frowns. "That room? It's under investigation"

You turn away, slipping your purple contacts over your blind eyes as you look up with the saddest puppy eyes you can manage.

"Please? I need to get in so my boss doesnt think I'm cheating. " You say smiling shyly as the woman backs up.

"Eh...ehehe well I'm sure if you give me a hand we can finish the investigation a bit faster." She says blushing as she smiles.

Wow, a pervert.

>Thank you~ (Turn up the charm seduce this perverted policewoman)
>Nod and get to work,( the last thing you want is to be a waifu)

>>1381654

> Thank You

I never knew I needed this ship.

>>1381654
>>Thank you~ (Turn up the charm seduce this perverted policewoman)

>>1381654
>Thank you~ (Turn up the charm seduce this perverted policewoman)

>>1381654

>Thank you~ (Turn up the charm seduce this perverted policewoman)

>>1381654
>Thank you~ (Turn up the charm seduce this perverted policewoman)
Use that good old street rat charm

>>1381654
>Thank you~ (Turn up the charm seduce this perverted policewoman)

hold up trying to find that sexy saxophone music.

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Huh well, old Ben taught you that if you got a way to someones heart, pull it for what it's worth.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s6xmolPuUo

You blink, willing your eyes to moiston as you wipe away tears. "R-really? Oh thank you miss!" You wrap your hands around the officer in a hug, the swordswoman's arms flailing as you whisper. "Your so kind, I was actually rather scared being up in top for the first time... I'm so happy that a strong person like yourself will be helping me."

You hear the woman make some strangling noise as your shoulder feels wet. "We-well we should get to work right!" The woman said pushing you off as she fished for the key ring, hands shaking. "We should make haste to the be-bedroom I MEAN APARTMENT apartment! A apartment that has a bed but thats unrelated why would we talk about that right! It's not like we need to investigate the bedroom hahaha!" Planny says race red as a beet.

Wow. Being a pirate is rather easy.

The woman opens the door the apartment, the Minmax brothers place is... suprisingly clean.

Kinda empty, a few training bags, a bunch of gold shit you cant afford...

>Roll 1d100 to investigate
>Pilfer obvious valuables
>So... why are you investigating this room... mistress? (give her the old razzle dazzle)

>>1381835

> RAZZLE AND DAZZLE

Then

> Plunder

Then

> Investigate

We have priorities damnit.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1381835
>Roll 1d100 to investigate
>So... why are you investigating this room... mistress? (give her the old razzle dazzle)

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1381835
>>Roll 1d100 to investigate
>>So... why are you investigating this room... mistress? (give her the old razzle dazzle)

>>1381842
I feel like her attention might be on us too much to steal anything.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1381835
>>Roll 1d100 to investigate
>So... why are you investigating this room... mistress? (give her the old razzle dazzle)

I'll wait for a bit more rolls before this ends shittily.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1381835
>Roll 1d100 to investigate
>So... why are you investigating this room... mistress? (give her the old razzle dazzle)

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1381854

She'll be looking anywhere but at our chest.

>>1381860
My dice

>>1381864
Well your "Steal" option was outvoted but... you certainly aren't WRONG

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You decide to help look. Rummaging through the cabinets. "So... Mistress?" You decide to go the meido angle, people like a submissive Ben always said. "Why are you looking for these guys."

"It's classified but these people may have underworld connections." Officer Planny says as you gasp.

The underworld is a criminal group that has its five fingers in each sea and the grand line. That's not nothing. If they are involved this got a lot more serious...

Huh whats that, you notice something poking out under the table, you crawl under it to look. "So Mistress, what are we looking for?"

Planny shrugs shrugs. "Written records, weapons, something of a criminal b-b-ent over! I mean bent! Something that shows they are tied to a more dangerous panties... power! We need to connect them to the underwear I mean underworld... I gotta go!" Planny yells as you turn around and stare at her, her hands clutcing her nose as red dripped from it.

What... was that about? You blink looking behind you.

Oh your skirt was hiked up, oops.

...Guess you got free reign of the house till that nose bleed dies down. Or she finds tissues...

>Examine the book
>Look for letters or payment
>Look for weapons or drugs or other criminal stuff
>Maybe knick that gold stuff
>...There is a secret room isn't there? God damn it, poke the bookshelf and statue stuff.

>>1382185

> Thievery
> Secret room

>>1382185
>...There is a secret room isn't there? God damn it, poke the bookshelf and statue stuff.
>Look for letters or payment

>>1382185
>>...There is a secret room isn't there? God damn it, poke the bookshelf and statue stuff.
>Look for letters or payment

>>1382185
>Look for letters or payment
>Maybe knick that gold stuff
>...There is a secret room isn't there? God damn it, poke the bookshelf and statue stuff.

Roll to find secret rooms or suspicious letters.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1382234

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1382234

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1382234

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1382234

>>1382239
I'm going to pretend i didnt see anything.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1382234

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You decide to first look for any sort of letters, or maybe payment, if you can find a direct tie then that helps you.

You keep searching, pulling out books and flipping through them, no luck.

You check the drawers, nothing... maybe... maybe its a secret room!

You pull out books, trying to do that weird bookcase thing as the bookcase wobbles, you looking up just as the book case, with its lower books removed, teeters on top of you.

"MAID GIRL!" Planny says running inside as you whimper under your pile of books, her nostrils blocked by wide white tufts. "I came running as soon as I heard the crash are you alright?"

You whimper in the pile, how humiliating. Well if there is a secret room its not tied to the bookcase.

>I was trying to find a secret room
>I... I'm sorry! I'm just so clumsy! *Fake tears... okay they are a little real*
>I was checking the books to see if there was a letter and it fell ontop me!

>>1382279
>>I... I'm sorry! I'm just so clumsy! *Fake tears... okay they are a little real*

>>1382279
>I was checking the books to see if there was a letter and it fell ontop me! *Cry the little bit of real tears*

>>1382279
>>I was checking the books to see if there was a letter and it fell ontop me!
>>1382279
>>I... I'm sorry! I'm just so clumsy! *Fake tears... okay they are a little real*

>>1382279
>I was checking the books to see if there was a letter and it fell ontop me!
>I... I'm sorry! I'm just so clumsy! *Fake tears... okay they are a little real*

>>1382279
>>I... I'm sorry! I'm just so clumsy! *Fake tears... okay they are a little real*

>>1382279
>I... I'm sorry! I'm just so clumsy! *Fake tears... okay they are a little real*

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You look up at Planny, eyes watery from the injuries. "I...I was trying to help!" You sniff. "And... and I was lookin in the book case for the letter but, my classes slipped and I crashed into it and now everythings ruined!" You cover your head with your hand, making sobbing sounds as the officer pats your head.

"There there, all that matters is you are alright, you helped perfectly fine, being clumsy is moe too... I-I mean its a moe...tavation to do better! Yeah, training is important right? Anyway now we know there is nothing in the book case right? Yaay" Planny says covering her mistake.

You nod, I... I guess so.

What now?
>Check the fancy gold furniture?
>Check the bedroom, and keep a eye on planny while doing so
>You never looked at that book you found under the desk, maybe its important?

>>1382338
>You never looked at that book you found under the desk, maybe its important?

>>1382338
>>You never looked at that book you found under the desk, maybe its important?

>>1382338
>>Check the bedroom, and keep a eye on planny while doing so

>>1382338
>You never looked at that book you found under the desk, maybe its important?

>>1382338
>You never looked at that book you found under the desk, maybe its important?

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You pick up the book you found under the desk, it was kinda hidden maybe its a clue.

You turn it around, flipping it to the first page to see what dark secrets it hold.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KUpaieO3oE

Wy iz do thingz Maxz secret diary for no one else (This meanz you Min D :< )

What.

The writing is in all sorts of crayons, the why in that purple you get when you write with blue and red before Max... apperantly got bored and wrote the rest in just blue.

It looks like those kids picture diaries, the one Ben stole from the bookstore to teach you how to write.

Given its weird smell it looks like it was scented crayon too.

>Planny do you want to take a look at this?
>Secret clues! Excuse yourself and read it in the bathroom

>>1382491
>Secret clues! Excuse yourself and read it in the bathroom
Well now I kinda feel bad

>>1382491
>>Secret clues! Excuse yourself and read it in the bathroom

>>1382491
>Secret clues! Excuse yourself and read it in the bathroom

I'm going to take 10 for a bit, we'll play peeksies later.

None of you guys trust the law, why not? Don't you like Planny.

>>1382536
You can't trust pigs Mimi.

>>1382491
>Secret clues! Excuse yourself and read it in the bathroom
>>1382536
Yuri is disgusting

>>1383397
>Yuri is disgusting
>In the Year of our Lord 5777

YOU'RE disgusting

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>>1383397
>>1383017
REMEMBER HM QUEST, EVERYONE LOVED PLANNY

NOW SHES A ADULT AND YOU GUYS TREAT HER LIKE A DEGENERATE

PEDOS THE LOT OF YOU.

What about friendship? WHAT ABOUT LOYALTY?

BAKA

>>1383711
>Friendship
>loyality

>QM says this after saying he'll be back in 10.

I DUNNO MATE, WHERE IS THAT HUH? IT GOES BOTH WAYS.

>>1383715
I WAS RUNNING SECRET AWOO QUEST FOR THE GODHOOD DISCORD

I CANT PLAY MOE FOXGIRLS WITHOUT ATLEAST A EPIC BACKSTORY OF POST APOCALYPTIC HIGH ADVENTURE FANTASY

>>1383725
MHMHMHMHMH LIKELY EXCUSE

>>1383755

>Pocket the book, make the motions with Planny to keep your cover and return to Moran.

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You run to the bathroom, making some quick excuse as you lock the door and flip the book open.

DEAR DIRARE WHEN I IZ RICHER I WILL GET BANANA SPLIT. MIN SAYZ WE CAN CAUSE HE NEEDZ MORE OF THOSE BOOKZ WITH NOS PICTARUES BUT HEZ A BUTT D:<
WHEN I GET BIG IN STRONG WELL KICK HIS NUTZ LIKE WE DID WITH MOM

DEAR DIRARY
WE LIKEZ TO KILL CAUSE WE LIKE TO SHOW WE BIG AN THEY NOT BIG, WHEN WEZ BIGGEST WE GET BIG HOUSE AWAY FROM SMELLY SMOKE AND POOR PEOPLE

DER WILL BE NOTHING BUT BANANA BOATS AND NO OGRE SLUGS OR STUPID MINZ. ONLY ALL DA DESSERT I WANT AND NEVER BROCCOLI

BROCCOLI WILL BE ILLEGALZ AND VERYONE WILL LISTEN TO ME OR DIE CAUZE ID BE KING OF MAXLAND

You skip through a few pages, lots of bitching about his brother. Oh hey a picture of a guy with a top hat.

DEAR DIRARY DIS MAN WITH FUNNY HAT GIVE ME AND MIN COOKIEZ. HE GOOD GUY.

HE TELL MAX IF WE KILL DIS COWBOY THE MURIELZ WILL BE VRY HAPPY. BUT MIN WORRIED CAUSE MORN SLUG WILL MAKE US ALL SHOOTY AND FEED US TO BIG NEWT

TOM SAY WE GOT TO BE CLEVER AND SO IZ GOT PLAN. ME GONNA HIDE SHARP THING IN BELT THEN WHEN THE COWGIRL IS FIGHTING HER IZ BE DOING THE STABS

THEN I GET MONEY AND GET MY BANNANA BOAT. YAY

Huh... that was... concise. You blink, the crayon drawing just legible enough to make out Mr Tom's hat. You guess the Muriels have beef with Maria and you got embroiled in it.

Toodles. You hate dealing with mob grudges. This will be really annoying.

>Show Planny, anything the Marines can do to cut off the Muriels helps you.

>Pocket the book, make the motions with Planny to keep your cover and return to Moran.

>>1383763
>Pocket the book, make the motions with Planny to keep your cover and return to Moran.

>>1383763
>Pocket the book, make the motions with Planny to keep your cover and return to Moran.

>>1383763
>Pocket the book, make the motions with Planny to keep your cover and return to Moran.

>>1383763
>>Show Planny, anything the Marines can do to cut off the Muriels helps you.

>>1383763
>Show Planny, anything the Marines can do to cut off the Muriels helps you.

>>1383763
>>Pocket the book, make the motions with Planny to keep your cover and return to Moran.

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You sneak the book into your bag and walk into the room, clutching your den den all flustered. "It... it was a NINE! I-I'm sorry sir!" You say eyes watering " I thought that was a FOUR, I'm in the wrong room! Yes Right away!" You look at Planny eyes watering as you sniffle. "I got the room wrong! I am so sorry you worked so hard to help me and..." You choke back a sob. "I'm so useless."

"N-no it's okay! Really! I should have saw the mistake myself we are both wrong." Planny says blushing. "L-look do you need me to escort you to your boss? I can explain things."

You shake your head. "No that might just make him more angry." You grab Planny's hands smiling. "But thank you for offering, you are the nicest person I've met!"

You skip the doorway as you turn around winking. "Y-you know, if you were a guy I would've fallen for you." You say smiling with a blush as Planny fallls to her knees.

You walk out of the door, removing your iris contacts. Well that was fun.

You feel bad for Planny a little but this is for the best, you don't want the marines to get stuck between a mob war, for both of your sakes.

Hopefully she doesn't tell everyone about you.

>Roll 1d100 encounter dice to gurantee safe return.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1383812

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1383812

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1383812

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1383812

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1383812
>1d100

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1383812

>>1383832
Well this is gonna be good

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As you leave the area you notice almost immediatly you are being followed.

You stick to crowds, preventing a sniper from getting a clean shot as you mill, but you can't shake them until a hand grabs you and you suddenly vanish.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zAemcLRWaU

"Shhh! With the quiets! You safe now!" You blink as the man lets go of you, you staring in the twitcheyed stare of Hassan. "Hassan no want customer of lovely camel to be swimming in the fishes. We must be careful the underworld it is thick with the meanness and the sharp rifles of far pointness. Orphaner of many camels. Sadness fills through the krem and makes the heaving of lungs."

What.

>H-how did you know I was going to get shot?
>Thank you.
> How do I know THIS isn't a trap

>>1383918
>H-how did you know I was going to get shot?
>Thank you.

>>1383918
>H-how did you know I was going to get shot?

Buy more camels as thanks.

>>1383918
>H-how did you know I was going to get shot?

>>1383918
>>H-how did you know I was going to get shot?
>>Thank you.

>>1383918

>H-how did you know I was going to get shot?
>Thank you.

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You blink looking at Hassan. "H-how did you know I needed help?"

Hassan chuckles. "We be asked for the help by Beef of Flanks. You shouldn't worry your camel so." Hassan says as he turns, Beef flank licking you. "The camel, he tell us the whole thing over gyro, and Hassan go to think who is hassan knowing of that does the assassining of cowgirls"

You nod. "Oh, thank you Beef Flank." You say smiling at the camel who brays.

"Now we must be of the plan makin. If the mob is going to war on the camels this is of most serious possible." Hassan says nodding vigorously.

>Hassan joins your party!??

You, a strange merchant of uncertain... everything, and a small army of camels need to make it to moran's... wait.

Wait no you got a minidenden for this.

You pull out the snail. "I'll like to file a complaint."

"Sure thing." You hear Jimmy say. "Let me hand you over to the manager."

"Hatter Pizza service, our stuff serves your guts. What is the issue." You hear Moran state.

You don't know whose listening in so you can't be too obvious.

>The two pizzas you delivered were not what I ordered, I asked for classic not Caijun ( The Brother were working for Muriel)
>There is a traffic jam and I have to cancel my take out. (I got a tail, send help)
>This steakhouse down the street is getting a lot better reviews then you, what do you really have to offer (They are after Maria)

>>1384004
>The two pizzas you delivered were not what I ordered, I asked for classic not Caijun ( The Brother were working for Muriel)

We have the camels for the tail and he probably knows Muriel and Maria don't get along.

>>1384004

>The two pizzas you delivered were not what I ordered, I asked for classic not Caijun ( The Brother were working for Muriel)

>>1384004
>>The two pizzas you delivered were not what I ordered, I asked for classic not Caijun ( The Brother were working for Muriel)

>>1384004
>The two pizzas you delivered were not what I ordered, I asked for classic not Caijun ( The Brother were working for Muriel)

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"Excuse me sir I am very frustrated. The two pizzas you gave me were not the right flavor after all! I wanted plain cheese and they had all sorts of toppings."

Morans quite. "I am sorry to hear that madam, what pizzas did we deliver?"

You sigh. "It was far too spicy, thick with peppers. You know if I wanted Cajun I'd take a boat to Orelai."

You think you hear something break on the other end of the phone. "Thank you madam for telling us, if you come visit we will offer you a replacement pizza free of charge."

You smile. "That service is why I keep shopping, give me a bit, I may not make it for lunch." You say peeking out the alley way, a few window cleaners with suspiciously large bags outside. "But I am sure we can make dinner."

"The pizza's will be waiting." Moran says as the line goes dead.

Well then, this got messy. How are you going to get out of this.

"Excuse me madam but if you are eating of the pizzas Hassan will like a slice." The sales man says behind you. "I am of missing the dates since I be givin them to your boss."

Well you do owe him.

"After we aren't in risk of getting shot at." You whsiper.

How do you get out of this mess.

>Hassan, how good IS that fighting camel.
>Snipe them.
>Break a window nearby with a trick shot then walk out when they are distracted.

Roll a 1d100 for all but the first.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1384262
>>Snipe them.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1384262
>Snipe them.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1384262
>Snipe them.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1384262
>Snipe them.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1384262
>>Break a window nearby with a trick shot then walk out when they are distracted.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1384262
>>Snipe them.

Calling. You guys do not give a crap about casualties.

>>1384410
Self defense

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You decide the best way to take care of this is to do it yourself.. but first... You reach into your bag, pulling out a wig of your hair, placing it on a cantaloupe and stick you wave it out of a window, bobbing it in the air.

The melon explodes as you wipe cantalopue from your face, the wig ruined.

Now you know the shot angle. Your eyes dart to the third window cleaners, the men lowering their... window cleaning platform thing, a small item poking out of the bag.

Ah foot operated turrent and mirrors. Clever.

You build your gun, darting to another window as you aim... you don't want to start a panic... better make it look like a accident.

You fire at a gutter, the shot pinging off into a gargoyle that, with a final rebound hits one of the pullys.

The brick breaks the wall holding the pully system, the platform falling out, you can hear the men hold on for life but in the end you hear the thuds.

You don't bother checking for corpses, if they live good on them, if there are others don't return to the scene of a crime.

You remove the barrel as you nod to Hassan. "Thanks for the warning."

The man blinks.

>Ask Hassan a question (Write in)
>Just leave with Beef Flank

>>1384583
>Ask Hassan a question (Write in)
So how can I think you for the warning?

>>1384583
>>Just leave with Beef Flank

>>1384589

This

>>1384583
>>Just leave with Beef Flank

Just get him some pizza you fucks

>>1384589
Supporting this. We could have died if he didn't war us.

I agree we should get the man some pizza.

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You smile at Hassan. "Thank you for saving me. How can I repay you."

The merchant blinks, scratching his head. "Hassan... is not much for the rescuing of lives. Simple purveyor of camels, I is... not knowing what the saying I should."

The man ponders. "The dinner you mentioned it is nice? I will be taking of the dinner then. "

You think. "I can get a reservation." You are sure Moran would land the vip booth to someone who ruined the Muriel's plan. "I hope you like bloody ball."

"Ah the sport of the bouncing and violence. I have many attempted the getting of ticket for camel."

Well that solves that. You give a thumbs up and sneak to the next gutter, prying the drain open and slipping into the toxic world of the sewers.

Well you had a productive morning. Not the funnest but you sure appreciated meeting Planny.

What now?

>Talk to Maria
>Moran
>Captain Strongarm
>Flashback through the sewer (Actually choosable I decided to make it a actual quest part)

>>1385107
>Flashback through the sewer (Actually choosable I decided to make it a actual quest part)
Might as well

>>1385107
>>Talk to Maria

>>1385107
>>Captain Strongarm

>>1385107

>Talk to Maria

>>1385107
>Flashback through the sewer (Actually choosable I decided to make it a actual quest part)

>>1385107
>>Talk to Maria

WRiting

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Now is not the time to dwell in the past, you decide to go onward, passing a few cabins till you meat Maria.

The sound of bubbling oil announces Maria before her cell comes into view, the woman sitting next to a pot, skewers floating in it.

"Boy howdy, if it isn't little miss murder come down to see the damsel in distress." Maria said smiling, liffting a batter covered stick. "Oh bout a eye dog for the hero?"

You raise a eyebrow. "Bitter over that?"

Maria pouts. "I could've won on my twosome, I don't like cheaten, even against other cheaters."

>That's stupid, you are stupid
>Well next time I'll stay out of it, sorry
>...Eyedog?

>>1385428
>>Well next time I'll stay out of it, sorry
>...Eyedog?

>>1385428
>...Eyedog?

>>1385428
>>That's stupid, you are stupid

>>1385428
>That's stupid, you are stupid
>...Eyedog?

>>1385428
>Eyedog

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You tilt your head. "That's stupid. You are stupid."

Maria blinks. "Beg pardon madam."

You stretch your arms. "Honor has its place, but its place is relative to the stakes. If a person's honor is worth more to him then is life then he doesn't have much reason to live. If this was just about the prize money it's one thing but..."

You adjust your glasses. "However if you are risking your life, or more importantly in this instance my captain's, then I'm going to try to prevent that from happening to the best of my ability." You shrug. "If it makes you feel better I am happy to stay out of your business when its actually yours."

Maria whistles. "Well aren't you a crazy bitch. Since when was your muscles guy such a underhanded man."

You shrug. "The Strongarms do what is needed, when it is needed. Nothing more or less..."

There is a few esecond pause. "Oh for the record I didn't do it when you fought Captian or Wrecks, that wasn't a life or death thing."

Maria nods. "Least I got something to be proud of."

"So..." You say, trying to figure out a subject. "Eyedog?"

Maria nods smiling. "Never heard of it, the few fish round these parts got a few oddities, some of them being a few dozen more eyes then normal. You scrap them into a ground and you cook that in batter."

You nod impressed. "That would certainly save on scraps, wish I knew the recipe as a kid."

Maria takes the bite out of it. "Tastes a bit like a hotdog with the texture of a marshmellow. You didn't miss out on that much dear."

>You need a icebreaker... So would you like to know why you were stabbed
>Will you be able to do the title match in this condition?
>Write in

>>1385546
>>Will you be able to do the title match in this condition?

>>1385546
>You need a icebreaker... So would you like to know why you were stabbed

>>1385546
>You need a icebreaker... So would you like to know why you were stabbed

>>1385546
>>You need a icebreaker... So would you like to know why you were stabbed

>>1385546
>You need a icebreaker... So would you like to know why you were stabbed

>>1385546
>You need a icebreaker... So would you like to know why you were stabbed

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You scratch the back of your head, shit things are awkward now.... You need to cut through the tensions... what to do, you can't just look cute not everyone is Planny.

Hmmm, you think you got it. "So..." You say. "Did you know the Muriels tried to kill you."

Maria looks up spitting her food. "Run that by again."

You nod. "A agent of theirs hired the Minmax brothers to kill you, so far it seems my Captain got roped into it... do you know why."

Maria frowned. "Rather I didn't."

There is a pause. "So... can you tell me why they are trying to kill you?"

Maria nods. "Yup."

Okay... its quiet again. "Will you tell me."

Maria shook her head. "Nope."

You pout as she raises a hand. "That's not on you, but I'd rather not have my laundry out in about. You don't learn why I'm on a mobs shit list and Strongarm doesn't learn you killed his opponents to bail his ass. The dude already has enough insecurities about that fight."

"...Is that blackmail?"

Maria shakes her head. "Contract of ignorance. All it shows is a mutual respect of secrets."

>Fine
>Not fine, we are going to learn about each other right now, story time.

>>1385883
>Not fine, we are going to learn about each other right now, story time.

Im going to snooze.

>>1385883
>>Not fine, we are going to learn about each other right now, story time.
At least talk about ourselves.

>>1385883
>>Fine
snoops

>>1385883
>Fine

>>1385883
>Not fine, we are going to learn about each other right now, story time.

>>1385883
>Fine
Let it come out at a moment of dramatic appropriance.

>>1385883
>Not fine, we are going to learn about each other right now, story time.

>>1387349
>>Welp baby is yours now.

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You shake your head.
"Nope! We can't do that."

Maria frowned. "What are you talking about, you can't just make me spill my-"

"Can, and will." You say sitting down. "Story time now, I'm going to tell you my secrets and then you have to tell me yours."

"That's not a sound-" Maria states before getting cut off.

"You see I was born in New Yorki roughly sixteen years-"

"LALALA I CANT HEAR THIS." Maria says, covering her ears with her hat.

"BUT I DONT REMEMBER MOST OF IT!" You yell over her, "HOWEVER MY ADOPTIVE DAD SAID..."
~~~~~~

Your name is Black Finger Ben, you are a beggar in the shittiest city in the shittiest sea and you just found the shittiest baby.

You were fishing through the hospital dumpster for sweet sweet medical waste and for some reason you found a baby in the trash. The dumb idiot crying with blind eyes and still smelling like their moms blood.

You look up at the hospital, a window open, who the fuck opens a window in New Yorki, isn't it their jobs to keep babies like this shit alive?

God damn people are useless. And now you are hungover AND getting a migraine.

>Return the baby to the hospital, stupid fucks
>Welp baby is yours now.
>Abandon the baby, its weak.

>>1387362
>Welp baby is yours now.

>>1387362
>Welp baby is yours now.

>>1387362
>>Welp baby is yours now.

>>1387362
>>Welp baby is yours now.

>>1387362
>>Return the baby to the hospital, stupid fucks

You flip off the hospital, picking the baby up and walking away, well if they can't take care of a little shit then you're going to have to do it, leave it to the rich assholes in their hospitals to have to get their crap taken care of by a drunken man.

A few minutes later you run back to the hospital, unzipping your patchwork pants and pissing on the hosiptial walls. There, take that system.

You walk down the streets, daring the others to stare, ever saw a drunk man with a naked baby before?

Shit you need to find... baby shit.

>Get some of your friends to help, you got friends
>Just steal the shit
>You may be drunk but you know how the knit a diaper, you got this... probbably.

>>1387409
>Just steal the shit
Fuck the system

>>1387409
>You may be drunk but you know how the knit a diaper, you got this... probbably.

>>1387409
>>Get some of your friends to help, you got friends

>>1387409

>>Get some of your friends to help, you got friends

>>1387409
>Get some of your friends to help, you got friends

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You head down to the sewers, your boots clinking on the ladder rung as you head to the sewer, you wrap your mouth rag round the baby. You aren't pussy enough to not be able to handle a few toxic vapors.

Not like this baby, what a fuckin wuss.

You got a few friends, most of them other shitty homeless people, and one who wouldn't be happy with a baby. But you got one... frenemy who knows where you can find milk shit and crap.

You head to the arena, a bloody cage of showmanship and bball and slamma jamma crap. It also so happens to be the number one underworld bazaar in West Blue all headed by one of the great families. One in particular.

You head to the vip room, the faded gold seats taken up by the aging snakelike bulk of the Patriarch of the Morans, Thuggs.

"Hoo Ben, here to repay that shipment you cost me." The man says shifting a blue eye towards you as you roll your eyes.

"Cut the bull, you set that deal up on my turf, my lifes crap enough without having to wake up to bullets."

"Perhaps." The ogre rasped. "But then what have you bothered me for."

You pointed at the baby. "Um, hello? Fuckin garbage baby, how am I supposed to deal with this?"

"That's a you problem." The ogre, fingers grasping its cocktail glass, sipping champagne. "Why should I help?"

>Come on, we are besties right? Remember that time where I killled that guy you didn't like and you bought me a sandwich?
>Okay sure, don't help me, let a baby fuckin die, Thugs Babykiller that is what you are going to be, must be tough
>I'll owe you, not the money from the deal cause thats already gone, but I could do things.
>Write in?

>>1387653
>Okay sure, don't help me, let a baby fuckin die, Thugs Babykiller that is what you are going to be, must be tough

>>1387653
>Okay sure, don't help me, let a baby fuckin die, Thugs Babykiller that is what you are going to be, must be tough

>>1387653
>>Come on, we are besties right? Remember that time where I killled that guy you didn't like and you bought me a sandwich?

>>1387653
>>I'll owe you, not the money from the deal cause thats already gone, but I could do things.

>>1387653
>Okay sure, don't help me, let a baby fuckin die, Thugs Babykiller that is what you are going to be, must be tough

>>1387653
>Okay sure, don't help me, let a baby fuckin die, Thugs Babykiller that is what you are going to be, must be tough
They were abandoned by this city, just like us. And we outcasts care for our own.

Well time to tell off a mob boss.

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You roll your eyes, reaching for your bottle before realizing its empty.

"Right, you are going to just throw me out, let a baby starve to death on your watch." You shrug. "Babymaulter Moran, really put in that ruthless aspect you care so much about. We can decorate the arena with her corpse. Really add to the ambience. Oh and just think of all the specialty products-"

The baby starts wailing, you pat it shushing the child. "There there, Thuggs is just going to murder you in cold blood. Yes he is, yes he is."

"Enough." Thuggs sighs, the slug weary. "You have made your point, let me make mine. " The slug lifts a finger. "IF you let me make mine." The mobster sips his drink, the fucker rubbing in his alcohol have in your face, the bitch.

"To put it plainly, if I am going to put my time and money on her, it has to be worth it. If I am raising the child it is not yours." Thuggs says.

"Your a real softie you know that." You say sarcastically.

The man chuckles. "I'm expecting a granddaughter today so I am feeling charitable. I'd be happy to have her join the family but is that what you want?"

>You know what you are right, I don't want that, later dweeb.
>If you take her in, I'll go with her,
>Fine take the shitty baby, ill visit to make sure you arent fuckin things up.

>Some write in idea thats cleverer then what i have

>>1388285
>If you take her in, I'll go with her, she reminds me of me when I'm drunk and see my reflection in a puddle.

>>1388285
>>You know what you are right, I don't want that, later dweeb.

>>1388285
backing this >>1388291

>>1388285
>>If you take her in, I'll go with her,

>>1388285
>You know what you are right, I don't want that, later dweeb.

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You sigh. "Fine you got me, I'll work with you. You keep her safe and I'll do your shit. " You poke her cheek, the baby spitting at you in response. "She reminds me of me when I am drunk and seeing my reflection in a puddle."

"Because she's got spirit?" The mobster asks as you shake your head.

"Nah she just smells like vomit." You say as the mobster chuckles.

~~~~~Time skip~~~~~~

You walk down the sewers, your shoes bloody after another fuckin mark, stupid Moran and his dumb feud with every fuckin asshole in a black suit, why you got to clean up everything you dont even clean dishes.

You toss your jacket in the sewer, the acidic water quickly dissolving it and clearing out one bit of evidence. Besides you can't look like a fuckin citizen on your next visit, you got to keep a solid impression.

You kick the door down of a ramshackle hovel in sewertown, the residential ogre district near the arena. "Alright where is the little shit." You say as a small bundle of purple hair walks towards you, a little brick sculpture in he hand.

The shit smiles, holding up some weird black duck thing. "Look! Its a trex!"

>No its a fuckin duck
>Looks like I'll have to show you how its done
>*Take the duck*
>Write in

naptime

>>1388469
>Looks like I'll have to show you how its done

>>1388469
>>No its a fuckin duck
>Looks like I'll have to show you how its done

>>1388469
>>No its a fuckin duck

>>1388469
>Looks like I'll have to show you how its done

>>1388469
>*Take the duck*

>No its a fuckin duck

>>1388469
>>No its a fuckin duck
>>Looks like I'll have to show you how its done
Looks like if you want it done right, you gotta do it yourself.

>>1388469
>No its a fuckin duck
>Looks like I'll have to show you how its done

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You look down at the sculpture, picking it up. "Look you little shit it's a duck." You press the kids hand against the toy's mouth. "Where is its teeth? Where is its arms?"

Shit looks down frowning, "I thought I did a good job."

You shake your head. "Sure, relative to the fact that your a 3 foot piece of crap, stand pack and let a real pr-" You feel something smack your leg.

A organge skinned child glares at you poking you with his toy sword. "D-don't bully her!" You think this kid is one of Moran's little orphan projects. What kinda dumb name did they give this guy throat crusher god damn, you know if they let kids play with as many edges as they name them you'd have a lot less twerps trying to flirt with your twerp.

"Look, what's your name? Masher?" You say looming over the kid as he lets go of his sword.

"Um... kill..." The dude mutters as you roll your eyes.

"How about Annoying Poke? That- that seems a bit more accurate with your competence right now. How about yo go back to playing with your little squad over there before I school you?"

The kid backs up. "I-I don't like school." He mutters as he ambles off to play with these blue and red toddlers. "I'll get my revenge."

You scoff. "Sure."

You kneel down, pulling out your own sack of bricks. "Okay since you can't see shit you are going to have to do what I say or you'd have no idea how outdone you are."

>Roll 1d100 on schoolin little kids

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1389304

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1389304
>1d100

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1389304

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1389304

>>1389335
They gonna learn today.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1389304

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"Aright and... little to your right." You yell as the kids scramble on top of the dinosaur sculpture.

"Mr Ben are you sure its safe." Maim, this red skinned runt, says, shivering atop your half built model of a trex.

"Safer then being down here in range of me boxing your eyes twerp." You yell, sighing. Haven't these runt's ever heard of life sized models. You point at the blind kid. "And keep watching over the girl, if anything happens to her because you inbreds can't keep track of one twerp I'll push you off that T rex myself.

Maim nods. "Yes sir, running over to where the kid was putting the finishing touches on a teeth model her size.

Eventually the job is finished and your kid thing is ooing at your predictably perfect work, running her fingers around the T-rex's legs.

Its remarkable what fits in a sewer but yelling at kids is thirsty work, you should get a drink.

>Go alone, meet your friend
>Take the twerp, if shes going to get anywhere in the world she's going to need to learn where to get booze.

>>1389565
>Take the twerp, if shes going to get anywhere in the world she's going to need to learn where to get booze.

>>1389565
>Go alone, meet your friend

>>1389565
>Take the twerp, if shes going to get anywhere in the world she's going to need to learn where to get booze.

>>1389565
>>Take the twerp, if shes going to get anywhere in the world she's going to need to learn where to get booze.
Little Shit will have to learn quick if she wants to get anywhere in the world.

>>1389565
>>Take the twerp, if shes going to get anywhere in the world she's going to need to learn where to get booze.

>>1389565
>>Go alone, meet your friend

>>1389565
>Take the twerp, if shes going to get anywhere in the world she's going to need to learn where to get booze.

>>1389565
>Take the twerp, if shes going to get anywhere in the world she's going to need to learn where to get booze.

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You lift the brat up, the kid squirming as you wave to the Ogre lady running the daycare.

"Later I'm going to teach this girl about the pub." You say duckin under a stool.

"Ben vou vill stop giving your daughter vour bad habits." Hilda hurtful says, the lizard woman readying another stool as you walk out the door.

"Not my kid and not your call." You say as you hold up the little shit. "Do the thing I taught you brat."

The kid flips Hilda off as you shut the door before a table crashes against you laughing. Worth it.

~~~~~

"Alright see this" You say placing the twerps hand on a dirty glass of brown liquid. "This is whiskey, it looks like shit cause it tastes like shit." You down it in one gulp. "And now it's gone. That's called a shot. You do that when you don't want to deal with not being drunk."

"Like you?" The girl asks as you give her a wink.

"Aaaaay look at the squirt acting like hot shit over here. Yo-you know if you weren't right I'd be smacking you with both sides of this hand here. That's called egalitarianism, welcome to the post feminist revolution or whatever." You say belching as the twerp blinks, the gesture mostly meaningless given the eyes don't work.

"Okay... I'm glad I'm right." The kid says not having got all of that.

You hear footsteps another man walkin into the bar. "Drunk." Your prick of a friend Proffessor Ford Nobel phd in whiny bitch says as he sits in the bar the rest of the place cleared out several hours ago.

You spit into your glass, stepping over the bartender's dead body to refill it, he was a fag working for the Capones and beating his wife, neither Moran, this city or you would miss him. Plus you needed the spot and hey, free loot booze. "Nerd."

"You know we aren't supposed to coordinate too much, people will think we are related." Ford says as you roll your eyes.

"Or what Ford, your goody two shoes pirate mercs will hurt your fee fees when they find out you know a begger. Get a spine."

Ford sighs. "What is this about?"

>Business. *Slip a envelope*
>Come on, how are things with your little mercenary idea
>I'm a begger, you are rich, give me money.

>>1390729
>Business. *Slip a envelope*

>>1390729
>Business. *Slip a envelope*

>>1390729
>>Business. *Slip a envelope*

>>1390729
>>Come on, how are things with your little mercenary idea

>>1390729
>Business. *Slip a envelope*

>>1390729
>Business. *Slip a envelope*

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You hand Ford a envelope, filled will all the gooey gossip a nerd like him could ever need. "There, your package has been delivered, see that Miss Porkie gets her lunch fed."

Ford snorts opening the file and raising a eye. "A unexpected recommendation, 4 years on the job and you pick Ninkyo? I'd have expected Thuggs."

You snort. "Send a envoy to the big slug on trying to be a snitch and you are going to get that a response mailed back to G-1 through Ten, in separate pieces. Ninkyo's slimy enough to be bought however and more likely to get you the bone."

You pour yourself another glass of scotch, handing the brat that cola mixer shit that's hip these days or something. The kid sipping it happily as you roll your eyes. The kids teeth are going to rot, self destructive slob.

You down the scotch. "The Merchant's a tricky fuck who has like, 50 different proxies and Thuggs tosses everyone he finds into the river. If you want a mole you have to go for someone who embraces the arms trade whole heartedly, and I shot enough of the damn Dantai to know they are big on hardware. They probably suck the dude's cock for a discount or whatever."

Ford nods taking a bottle of scotch. "And who do you propose we make him agree."

You shrug. "He's a cocky shit in a tacky suit, buy him that sushi crap or something I don't fuckin care." You get up, stumbling. "Now, en-enjoy the bar, I'll go loot this place later."

"Wait." Ford says stopping you. "What's with the kid."

You roll your eyes. "OH NOW YOU NOTICE. How are we co workers if of all three of us your more blind then the 9 year old with broken eyes?" You rub your head. "Look-"

>It's complicated, but I'm taking care of the twerp.
>She's none of your business, fuck off.
>She's the beneficiary of my check.

>>1391420
>It's complicated, but I'm taking care of the twerp.

>>1391420
>It's complicated, but I'm taking care of the twerp.

>>1391420
>>It's complicated, but I'm taking care of the twerp.

>>1391420
>>She's none of your business, fuck off.

>>1391420
>>It's complicated, but I'm taking care of the twerp

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You lift the kid in front of Ford. "This twerps is my responsibility. Some fuckweed dropped a kid in the dumpster and now she's all mine."

Ford looks at the kid, the child smiling. "Fuckweed." She repeats happily.

"You with a kid? Now I've seen everything." Ford says as you roll your eyes.

"Well LA DE DA, I'll have you know I've been doing a great job. Watch. Twerp say I did a great job." You say as the kid nods.

"Mr Ben has done a great job." The kid says as you grin.

"See that? MR Ben, I'm a Mr. now, sounds much more proffessional then your snooty proffessor degree."

Ford rolls his eyes. "Oh really, and what is the kid's name."

You scratch the back of your head. "She don't have one, names just give you a identity to lose. Why give her one if we keep changing ours?"

Ford raises a eyebrow. "If you want her to be a successor we have a facility for-"

"I said she was mine not the goverments, learn to distinguish the two you commie fuck."

You walk out the twerp under your arm. "One day you are going to be real jealous that I got this kid and you got shit. Mark me."

~~~Flashforward~~~~
>Training the kid, she gotta learn how to fight
>Do something about her blindness.
>Take the kid with you on the job, drunk/child bonding time.

>>1391981
>>Do something about her blindness
Mr.Ben is a softie

Going to bed. Have fun.

>>1391981
>Do something about her blindness.

>>1392005
gnight
>Do something about her blindness.

>>1391981
>>Do something about her blindness.

>"I said she was mine not the goverments, learn to distinguish the two you commie fuck."
im glad we decided to keep her instead of giving her away.

>>1391981
>>Do something about her blindness.

>>1391981
>Do something about her blindness.

>>1392034
Well you know that eventually she ends up in Ohara studying under said commie fuck, rather then study on Unlisted Island 5

>>1391981
>Do something about her blindness.

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It's been a few years, the kids ten years old now and quite frankly you can't keep up this blind shit.

She's supposed to be literate and shit and you aren't going to have to have a twerp limited to fuckin BRAILLE?

You think you got warts that are in braille and that's about your opinion of the language.

The question is how the fuck are you going to actually DO this. There is surgery but its not cheap and your technically a beggar mobster.

You got some idea though.

>Get Thuggs to pay for the surgery, you did some research and... its not blackmail but it'll change his mind.
>You'd have to do some thieving but you can make some glasses that would let blind people see. Its a special trick
>Teach her that zen kung fu nonsense, that sight without sight bullshit. YOU never used it but who knows maybe it works.

>>1394606
>>Teach her that zen kung fu nonsense, that sight without sight bullshit. YOU never used it but who knows maybe it works.

>>1394606
>Teach her that zen kung fu nonsense, that sight without sight bullshit. YOU never used it but who knows maybe it works.

>>1394606
>Teach her that zen kung fu nonsense, that sight without sight bullshit. YOU never used it but who knows maybe it works.

>>1394606
>>Teach her that zen kung fu nonsense, that sight without sight bullshit. YOU never used it but who knows maybe it works.
They think they've got it in the bag when they're fighting a blind kid, but surprise! She actually knows blind kung fu!