Project Simmer Down CYOA Part 7 [Complete] Duelist Edition

> Be Trixie
> Items from locker obtained, you set out to find Nolan.
> Which would be easier if you actually knew his class schedule.
> You finally spot him talking with Norman and Brad.
> Personally, you rather not be around Brad, but since the other two are here, this should be fine.
> Your excitement doubles. With this kind of help there is no way you'd lose.
> Not that you will lose anyway.
> Smirking, you practically skip your way towards the boys.
> "How lovely for you to wait for the Great and Powerful Trixie!"
> Nolan gives you a nod in greeting, Norman settles for a hey and Brad...is he leering at you?
"Why the white shirt, Trix?"
> You hate being called that.
> Smile and ignore him.
> "For my duel of course!"
> You reach into your backpack and pull out...
"Trixie...what are those?" Nolan asks.
> You hear Brad snickering, of course he would.
> "What do they look like?"
> Brandish the blue one water pistol and squirt Norman in the chest.
"So you're going to have a water gun fight?"
> "Yep!"

> Be Nolan
> A water gun fight.
> Wow, you don't even know where to begin with what will go wrong.
> Especially with Brad here.
> Almost as if on cue, he pushes you aside.
"Not to brag or anything-"
> No, there is no way you're 'not bragging', Brad.
> You totally are.
"-but I having to be a licensed water gun referee."
> Well, shit. Now you know he's lying.
> Until he pulls out an ID that certifies him as one.
> "Where did you even get that?!"
"Don't ask, man. Just...don't ask." Norman facepalms.

> You are still Nolan
> Take Norman's advice to heart and not press the issue.
> "Anyway, we should get going, you have an extra for Shimmer, right?"
> Trixie pulls another white shirt out of her bag.
"Duh. Trixie is always prepared."
> Norman looks down at his soaked shirt and sighs.
> You all walk towards the entrance of the school, and meet up with Vinyl.
> She eyes the water guns and raises an eyebrow.
"So basically, a wet t-shirt contest?
> She gets right down to the point.
> You shrug.
> "Seems that way."
> She removes her shades and grins.
"Niiiiice."
> Not you too, Vinnie.

[Vinyl Scratch has joined the party]

> Be Brad
> The excitement never ends.
> By the end of this duel, there is sure going to be two hot girls soaking with water.
> You can barely contain your excitement.

> Be Trixie
> Walk outside and stretch.
> Still be slightly weirded out that Brad is a certified water gun referee.
> How do you even get that type of certification?
> Walk down the steps towards the statue.
> Sometime ago, it was a portal to a different world, but now...
> Just a normal boring statue.
> You kick it for good measure.
"Looks like you didn't chicken out like I thought you would."
> It's Sunset Shimmer. She steps out from the statue's shadow like a cliche villain.
> "The Great and Powerful Trixie runs from no one!"
"Fine, name your terms."
> "We will duel with these."
"A water gun fight? You can't be serious."
> Toss her the red gun and the white shirt.
> "Trixie has never been more serious!"

> Be Sunset
> "You can't be serious."
> She tosses something at you and you catch it out of reflex.
> Stare at the red water pistol you've just been given.
"Trixie has never been more serious!"
> Snarl, and go towards the side of the school to change shirts.
> When you do, you come back and notice that Trixie is not alone.
> "What are THEY doing here?"
"I'm the referee!"
> Brad flashes you an ID.
> It says he's a certified water gun referee.
> Facepalm.
> "Fine, what are the rules?"
"Duel is set for 45 minutes, the winner is the one with the shirt that is least soaked."
> He snaps his fingers and both Nolan and Norman come forth with buckets.
"Once the duel is over, you'll be wringing your shirts out here. You can't shoot anywhere other than the upper body."
> Turn to Trixie.
> "What are the stakes?"
"Winner keeps Snips and Snails."
> "Clever, wouldn't have imagined something like this from you."
> She only laughs and checks her pistol.
> You approach her slowly, trying to figure out the best way to go at it without getting sprayed.
"Get ready. Get set. GO!"
> The two of you square off, waiting for the other to fire first.
> Being the ever impatient one, Trixie fires and you dodge.
> The spray grazes your side.
> You fire back catching her shoulder.
> The next couple of minutes is spent in missing and dodging.
> Panting you lean back against the statue and notice that you've used up more water than you should have.
> Fucking rigged.

> Be Amy
> Just finished volunteering Mr. Turner wash the beakers from today's experiments.
> You walk towards the exit and notice a familiar head of red hair.
> Nolan is still here?
> Your heart skips a beat and you walk up to him.
> Then notice that he's not alone.
> Brad, Norman and Vinyl are here too.
> And they are all sating intensely at something.
> You follow their line of vision and notice Sunset Shimmer and Trixie Lulamoon shooting at each other.
> With water.
> While wearing white t-shirts.
> "Uhm...guys?"
> Be Nolan
> The fight's been going on for a few minutes.
> Shimmer's t-shirt is more soaked than Trixie's is.
> Brad is over there, with a weird smile on his face.
> You check your watch, it's been nearly 30 minutes and you notice Shimmer pause to check her gun.
> She seems to be low on water ammo.
> Good.
> The wet tshirt clings to her and sweet jesus she's not wearing a bra.
> Your cheeks grow warm, you're a healthy young man after all.
"Uhm...guys?"
> You twitch.
> What? Oh my god no. Why are you here?
> Slowly turn around and see Amy standing there, looking quite confused.
> Realize you're still blushing.
> You wave your arms frantically, "Th-this isn't what it looks like!"
"And time!"
> Brad calls out and looks back at you expectantly.
> You are in charge of Shimmer's bucket.
> Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
> No way to get out of this.
> Accept your fate.
> Goodbye, dignity, I barely knew ye.
"Nolan?"
> Ignore Amy for now and with blazing cheeks, walk over to Sunset and set the bucket in front of her.
> Never have you ever felt so much hate radiating off of someone.
> Sunset drags her tshirt off, giving you a front row seat to her bare tits.
> She shows no signs of embarrassment as she proudly wrings her shirt.
"Like what you see, North?"
> Good god woman, what are you doing?
> Put on your best poker face, despite the blushing.
> "Not at all."
> She finishes wringing her shirt out and changes back to her normal one.
> You go back to your place on the stairs.
> Brad checks the results. No surprise, Trixie is the winner.
> You can't face Amy after this,
> That you can be certain of.

> Be Brad
> In referee mode
> You watch both girls wring out their shirts.
> Nolan, you're one lucky bastard.
> Now to check the results.
> "Trixie wins."
> Whistle a merry little tune.
> Today was a good day.

> Be Nolan
> You sit down on the steps and try to calm yourself down.
> You Vinyl is concerned and she rubs your back.
> You can't bring yourself to look at anyone.
> How could you let yourself get all hot and bothered by Sunset fucking Shimmer?
> Her of all people.
> Why wasn't she wearing a bra?
> Did she know and plan ahead?
> Hear Amy and Norman talking about what happened and why the two girls were dueling.
> Trixie is cheering somewhere on the side.
> Your luck today has been nothing but shit.

> Be Amy
> "So Trixie and Sunset were dueling for rights over Snips and Snails?"
> Norman nods.
"Weird to settle it with a wet t-shi... I mean water gun fight. Crazy, right?"
> "Right."
> He gets up and goes to Sunset, who is crying over her loss, and he offers her his jacket.
> You go to Nolan, who is busy not looking at you, his face almost as red as his hair.
"Don't look at me." he says.
> It sounds almost like a command but you can't help but think how cute he looks.
> Kneel in front of him and try to move his hands out of the way.
> "It's ok, Nolan. It's going to be ok."

> Be Norman
> After you explain everything (and nearly fuck up), you see Shimmer on the verge of tears again.
> Damn you and your pure heart.
> You walk over to her, shrugging off your (slightly damp) jacket.
> "I know it's wet and coming from me but...here, put this on."
> Drape the jacket over her shoulders.
"Stop b-being nice to me."
> Say nothing, just stare at the sky.
> You could sure use some food right about now.