SnD- STAGE 2-1: Psychic Wars & Know Return

PREVIOUSLY, ON SHIOKARAIKEN NO DENSETSU

Roberto Niro:
SWEET BENEDICT CUMBERBACH, WHEN DID I EAT CORN

Dipsy Down:
kawaii

Sister Rosa:
Dinner!

Alloces:
ow my leg

Tiffany:
Showin' all these bitches up

Rosalinda:
I'LL KILL YOU : |

Cheryl:
*angst*

Ladd:
I'm Ladd!

Cheryl:
Shut up, Ladd.

Ladd:
:(
THIS TIME, ON SHIOKARAIKEN NO DENSETSU


Roberto Niro:
Niro just barely gets his back straight as he's thrown up against the wall. "Really, don't take it personally!"

Rosalinda:
Linda starts getting a little angry. "So after doing some stupid experiments on me, and attempting to kill us, you expect us to pretend this didn't happen and forgive you?!"

Roberto Niro:
"Hey, hey, anything to protect a...trade secret. *Cough*"

Tiffany:
"Is that supposed to HELP your case?"

Roberto Niro:
"But hey. Niro is on the losing end now. What to do about that?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl takes a seat on an overturned speaker as she lights up a smoke, staying a fair distance back, checking out her wounds in the less over-the-top light of the backroom.

Rosalinda:
Linda does a quick punch to Roberto's face. "You seriously piss me off."

Roberto Niro:
*BWOOF* "Gyaaah...hyaaah, if you insist, there's no real need to keep any secrets anymore. It's all over for me. It's your problem now! If all goes according to plan, I'll get what I want in due time."

Roberto Niro:
Roberto Niro seems to take most abuse like a champ.

Tiffany:
"Typically the loser starts making some sacrifices... let's get some answers here. Simple one. What IS that thing? Those... things?" Tiffany gestures generally at Dipsy and Riot, wherever Riot's gotten himself off to.

Dipsy Down:
"Oh my, I don't think I can handle this much attention"

Roberto Niro:
"*Cough* Right, well, these things. Isn't it obvious? These are what we'd call "Replicants." The manifestation of power and psyche, brought to life by the wonderful substance dubbed EXCESS. That's what a Replicant is!"

Roberto Niro:
"At this rate, EXCESS will spread further, like a virus, across this city. This city of sweet violence. A perfect nesting place for Replicants to spread their wings!"

Rosalinda:
"Nesting place for replicants...? You can't be serious!"

Tiffany:
Tiffany blinks at the mention of EXCESS, and shoots a glance at LINDA, since apparently I need to force myself to relearn her name. "But where could we have been exposed to it, if that's what it is? I haven't seen anything like this before... Cheryl?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl looks up at the rest of the group, "I just remember these two dumbfucks and princess over there name droppin' that shit earlier. S'all I know about it."

Rosalinda:
"I...still don't know too much about it myself, but..." Linda says as she thinks to herself.

Tiffany:
"But you MUST have found a lot of it at one point, why's that thing following you around otherwise?"

Cheryl:
"This whole fuckin' city's a shithole full of chemicals and pollution and shit. They've probably been pumping it straight into us for the past however many fuckin' years.

Roberto Niro:
"You have much to learn! But not as much as I do! EXCESS still remains a mysterious substance...but all you need to know is that it grants those infected fighting spirit on...a whole 'nother level!"

Roberto Niro:
"Just what are these replicants capable of? Not even I know! But all you need to know for now..." Niro grabs an object from the back of his pocket. It turns out to be a gun!

Roberto Niro:
He holds the gun up to his head. "This is what true power is capable of!"

Rosalinda:
Linda quickly attempts to kick the gun out of Roberto's hand before he can fire. « 1d10+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 »

Roberto Niro:
You kick the gun out of his hand! However, it wasn't fast enough to prevent him from pulling the trigger! The bullet goes flying across the room!

Ladd: (( « 1d4 = 3 » Tiff, Cher, Rosa, Ladd in that order ))

ThatDM:
A large green arm juts out from Rosa's arm, blocking the bullet with nearly lightspeed reaciton time

ThatDM:
It continues twirling and burning in the air, before finally making a stop

Rosalinda:
Rosa thought she was going to die here and there, but something managed to protect her...

ThatDM:
The arm sinks back into Rosa's body, all seemingly in the blink of an eye

Tiffany:
"W-wh..."

Roberto Niro:
"That! That is the true potential of mankind!"

Rosalinda:
"What...just happened?" Rosa says as she looks at her arm.

Ladd:
"Jeezus! Watch where you're pointing that thing! I already had a terrible run in with bullets before!"

Cheryl:
"Shoulda just let the nutter blow his fuckin' brains out..." Cheryl drops her cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with her heel, "Asshole's not worth wasting your breath on."

Roberto Niro:
"A replicant! You're developing a Replicant! And call this a suspicion, but...Replicant users attract other Replicants! It's a neverending cycle!"

Ladd:
Ladd rubs his ear while looking dumbfoundedly at the situation. "I'm...I feel like I should be able to tell what this lunatic is going on about given all the other crazy stuff that's happened but...gah."

Rosalinda:
Rosa quickly glances at Roberto. "Death is far too good for you. No, you're gonna pay for your crimes just like everyone else."

Cheryl:
"Three square meals a day in a prison where nobody'll mess with him cuz he's got a fuckin' laser shooting pixie with him? Sounds pretty decent if you ask me."

Roberto Niro:
"Keh" Niro casually spits blood to the side. "Do whatever you want with me. I don't care. I'm willing to part with a rather precious gift of mine now though. Got quite a bit of milage out of it. Maybe you'll be able to do better justice to it."

Tiffany:
Tiffany stumbles backward into a seat, muttering barely coherent sentences to herself. "Is this... invincibility? Are we becoming superhuman? Why is this happening to me?"

Roberto Niro:
Niro reaches into his other back pocket, and takes out another item. This time however, it's not a gun. It looks far, far more surreal.

Cheryl:
"Don't think for a fuckin' second you're invincible, Tiff. That's what this asshole thought and look at his sorry ass now."

Tiffany:
"But he WAS, until your... replicant, is that what he called it? Came along! We weren't pulling punches there, we just plain couldn't TOUCH him!"

Psychic Wars:
He holds out a small glass-like sphere, with a sort of living, pulsating...creature within it. It has a single eye which is currently closed, as if it's resting.

Cheryl:
"And if I have one, and he has one, and she has one and you probably have one and there's a fuckin millions of other fuckin' people out there who could have one."

Cheryl:
"Maybe this fucker wasn't so wrong saying this place is going to war."

Rosalinda:
"...What is that?" Rosa says as she stares at the object.

Roberto Niro:
"It's a rather precious object to me. I knocked it off a mysterious group of...what I can only describe as 'masked men.' They weren't very happy about it, but it was worth it."

Roberto Niro:
"Most of my knowledge about Replicants have been gained from this lovely jewel. Something tells me, however...it shouldn't fall into the wrong hands."

Roberto Niro:
"And boy, are there plenty of wrong hands to be had around here. Are you one of them? Only time will tell."

Tiffany:
"So why give it to us? Are those 'masked men' trying to steal it back?"

Roberto Niro:
"Are they" I'd assume so, they seemed to really like it. They got in the most wild frenzy when they found out I lifted it from them."

Rosalinda:
"So if we take this, we're their next target, huh."

Roberto Niro:
"Sure, that's one way of thinking of it. Even I can only elude them for so long. If you don't want that kind of burden on your hands, fine, but it's worth thinking about..."

Rosalinda:
"What do you guys think? Should we take this and if so, what should we do with it?" Rosa glances at Tiff, Cheryl and I guess Ladd because he's still here lol.

Ladd:
"Yeeeaaaah...I'm staying a mile away from this."

Tiffany:
"..." "If it's as bad as he's saying, it's a lot safer with us than it is with him. They don't know to LOOK for us..."

Roberto Niro:
"Heh. Would that really help you? They're quite crafty, those men..."

Cheryl:
"Seems like a whole lotta fuckin' bullshit to put ourselves through if you ask me...probably what Mr. fuckin' 'destiny bullshit' wants us to do though."

Roberto Niro:
Niro coughs up more blood. "I'm sorry, but at this rate, I probably have not much longer until I pass out, into a good night of varying legnth. Whatever you decide, it's a given it'll eventally fall out of my hands."

Cheryl:
Cheryl frowns, "Do what you want with it. I've had enough crazy bullshit for one day, myself."

Tiffany:
"Right, that settles it then." Tiffany grabs a nearby cleaning rag and wraps it around the marble and puts it away. "Maybe it's bull, but we can't just leave it here with him knowing he's going to lose it."

Ladd:
"Maybe we should just completely dispose of it..."

Rosalinda:
"Are you sure about that? We could very well be painting a big red target on us..."

Cheryl:
"Getting rid of things very rarely actually gets rid of them it seems." Cheryl says as she stares blankly at Ladd.

Ladd:
"Yeah...you have a point there." Ladd nervously responds while swallowing his spit

Cheryl:
Cheryl shakes her head, "You're never gonna get anywhere kid if you keep lettin' people talk shit to you."

Rosalinda:
*shrug* "I guess we should prepare for anything then." Rosa says as she stretches a little.

Tiffany:
"Don't ask me if I'm sure! I don't know any more than you do!" There's not much of an argument Tiffany can make for taking the orb, none that she can come up with at least. "Besides, aren't you interested in... your replicant, what's growing inside you? We can learn more, with this!"

Roberto Niro:
"Make...good use of it. My time here....is done. Urgh." Niro finally passes out from his injuries, a look of satisfaction painting his face.

Dipsy Down:
"Well, that's my cue to go"

Rosalinda:
*Sigh* "I just want to be a normal drummer girl. ._."

Rosalinda:
"So what's our next step?"

Ladd:
"Well I dunno about you guys, but I sorta have to get going home. God knows what my dad keeps getting into without me around."

Cheryl:
"Yer mum?"

Ladd:
"Haahaaah...."

Ladd:
"We'll just leave it at that. Hopefully none of this....exwhatever stuff will drag us down too hard."

Rosalinda:
"Wait Ladd. We kinda need your help to drag this asshole's body to the police station."

Tiffany:
"Can't we just call them?"

Rosalinda:
"Oh right, we have those."

Tiffany:
"I'd rather not have to answer too many questions... plus, I need to get home myself."

Cheryl:
"Tch. The police? Fuckin' pigs can't hold the regular fuckin' breed of thug, what makes you think they'll be able to hold this guy?

Ladd:
*Sigh* "Whatever happens happens I guess."

Rosalinda:
"What else do you suggest? We can't just leave him here."

Cheryl:
"Well hindsight's 20-20 but if ya let him blow his fuckin' brains out. . ."

Tiffany:
"His replicant vanished when he passed out... does that mean he's dead?" Tiffany looks for signs of life


Tiffany:
"Nevermind, his chest is still moving... let's just call the cops and get out of here. Even if they can't hold him - well, it's better than nothing."

Rosalinda:
"We'll just kick his ass again if he tries anything stupid."

Tiffany:
"And I guess we'll... see you around, Ladd?"

Rosalinda:
"See you tomorrow Ladd!"

Ladd:
"Yeah, see yeah...hopefuly! Never know with these crazy times!"

ThatDM:
You (presumably) call the police and head on out of the club. It's now around, oh, 7 PM by now.

Cheryl:
Cheryl gives Ladd a brief dismissive wave before putting on her coat, "This day's been fuckin' ridiculous..."

Rosalinda:
"Oh snap! Completely forgot the new Yuyu Hakusho manga is out!" Rosa says as she runs to the bookstore. "I'll see you tomorrow, you two!"

Cheryl:
"The fuck's a yo-yo hak-the -FUCK- did she say?!"

Tiffany:
"Yuyu... something or other. Seeya, Linda." Tiffany waves goodbye distantly, more concerned about the orb weighing heavily in her (whatever the fuck I use to hold things, as if this has pockets)

Cheryl:
"So I take it you're gonna change back and head home then?"

Tiffany:
Tiffany wipes off some of her makeup to speed the process up. "That's the plan, yes... part of me wants to wake up and have today all be a dream, but I already know that's not going to happen. Can you believe any of this?"

Cheryl:
"I've seen some weird shit in my time on the streets, Tiff. But I've never seen any shit half as weird as this before."

Tiffany:
"...it's probably too late to do much of anything tonight, I need to catch up on my studies and find a good spot for this orb anyway. Maybe try to figure out what it's all about, like that Niro guy did."

ThatDM:
ANYWAY

ThatDM:
While Linda is at the bookstore, she's temporarily interrupted by a knock on the window, followed by a slight call to her name

Rosalinda:
"OMG Hiei is so awesome..." Linda says as she's reading her manga.

Rosalinda:
"...Eh, what was that?"

ThatDM:
She sees a somewhat beastly face look in through the window the window before it retracts out fo view, calling out with a slightly familiar voice.

Rosalinda:
"W-what was that?" Linda realizes it might be too dangerous to stay in the store for too long. She quickly pays for her manga and heads out. "See you next week!" Linda says to the store owner.

ThatDM:
Outside of the store, a large, menacing pair of eyes stands proud above a building, looking directly at you

ThatDM:
It motions for you to come towards it, pointing near a dark alleyway where nobody seems to be around

Rosalinda:
"W-who are you? I know a little bit of karate you know!"

ThatDM:
The figure grows a bit impatient, as if it's somewhat disappointed in you

ThatDM:
it hastily motions towards you, pointing at the dark alley and making sure it remains unseen by anyone else

ThatDM:
It only gets more and more restless, as if it wonders why you're not going over there right now

Rosalinda:
As if through natural instinct, she decides to go towards the figure. "This might be the stupidiest decision of my life, but..." Rosa thinks to herself.

ThatDM:
The figure finally jumps into the shadows, making direct eye contact with Linda yet again. It speaks to you with a confident tone.

Marky:
「AT LAST YOU SHOW UP AGAIN」

Rosalinda:
"Oh it's you again. God, you scared the crap out of me..."

Marky:
「THE WAY THE EXCESS FLOWS IS UNNATURAL. YOU SEEM TO BE DEVELOPING ONE OF THEM.」

Marky:
「MY INNARDS TREMBLE, PERHAPS BECAUSE OF THE ATMOSPHERE OR MORBID CURIOSITY」

Rosalinda:
"E-eh?! What are you talking about?"

Marky:
「A REPLICANT. YOU ARE DEVELOPING A REPLICANT. THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. IT SEEMS UNNATURAL REMNANTS SUCH AS YOU CAN DEVELOP THEM AS WELL.」

Marky:
「I'M NOT SURE IF THAT MAKES YOU MORE OR LESS HUMAN THAN BEFORE」

Rosalinda:
"Man why can't I just live like a normal drummer girl? -_-"

Rosalinda:
"Anyway..."

Cheryl:
"But yeah...somethin' tells me that if you're gonna hold onto that stupid thing, more of this shit is gonna go down..."

Rosalinda:
"What do you think I should do?"

Marky:
「HMM, MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT. REPLICANTS ARE SPREADING AT A RAPID RATE. NORMAL HUMANS ARE UNABLE TO SEE ME, BUT A GOOD HANDFUL OF PEOPLE HAVE POINTED OUT MY APPEARANCE SINCE THIS MONTH.」

Marky:
「THE NOIRE NIGHT HAS BECOME FAR MORE DREADFUL. MY INSTINCTS TELL ME THIS CANNOT BE ANYTHING BESIDES THE RESULT OF SOMEONE'S PLOT」

Tiffany:
"And the way I see it, it's going to happen whether or not I do... You heard the way Niro was talking, SOMETHING'S happening, Cheryl, and I'd like to be as ready as I can."

Marky:
「HAVE YOU LEARNED OF ANYONE WHO COULD BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?」

Rosalinda:
"No I don't. This whole episode has been really crazy...feels like something out of an anime."

Marky:
「IT'S BEST IF YOU GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS. THE ABYSSES MAY SWALLOW THIS WORLD TOO, IF THIS PLOT KEEPS UP.」

Marky:
「AS TO HOW YOU MAY, YOU KNOW AS MUCH AS I DO, IF NOT FAR MORE. I AM ONLY A REMNANT.」

Cheryl:
"Honestly? I don't think any amount of 'being prepared' is gonna get us ready for this shit when it starts going down. This is way beyond us."

Rosalinda:
Rosalinda nods her head. "Right." "Isn't there ANYTHING you can do to help me?"

Tiffany:
"Is it?"

ThatDM:
While walking down the street, you bump into a couple of ugly mofos being lead around by a prissy young woman, having walked out of a dark alleyway with bruises on the men's knuckles.

Cheryl:
"Tch, weren't you the one saying 'oh why is this happening to m-"

Perruche:
*You bump into this guy* "Ooooh... hey, sorry there. Uh, you didn't see nuthin', okay?"

Pato:
"Perruche, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?" The young woman scolds.

Marky:
「SADLY, I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH. US NATURAL AION REMNANTS CANNOT DO DAMAGE TO USERS OF REPLICANTS. NONETHELESS, I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO. IF YOU FIND OUT WHO'S RESPONSIBLE, CONTACT ME. OR RATHER, I'LL CONTACT YOU.」

Avestruz:
"Uh, yeah...nuthin. Let's go gang! It's getting a bit too populated around here..." the other goon stutters out as they try and sprint their way off the scene.

Tiffany:
"Oh, our apologies - what is it that we didn't see?

Cheryl:
Cheryl shrugs, "Nothin' that I care about. You spend too long on these streets and you learn not to care about shit like that."

Tiffany:
« 1d10+2 = 7 + 2 = 9 » Tiffany shoots a glance into the alleyway where they came from anyhow...

Rosalinda:
"Right. Thanks for everything, Marky! I'm gonna head home now."

Marky:
「STAY SAFE AND KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, IN THAT ORDER」

Rosalinda:
"Righty!" Rosa smiles and waves goodbye before heading home.

Tiffany:
Tiffany looks back at Cheryl, a mix of concern and disgust on her face. "You see people get mugged everyday and you just... ignore it? Shouldn't we go check on her?"

Cheryl:
"Maybe this shit hole's made me cold but, nobody looks out for me here, the so called 'police force' included, so I'll focus my efforts on myself." Cheryl fixes the collar on her jacket, "You know how I am, Tiff..."

Tiffany:
"Fine, you don't have to help if you don't want to." Tiffany walks into the alleyway to check on the coughing young lady.
tirkaroKujo:
The woman seems to be trying to walk out, her hand on the wall as she retains a calm, smiling face

Sister Rosa:
"*Cough cough* O-Oh, who's there?" She says

Sister Rosa:
Her clothes are messy and ruffled, and her mouth as a small trickle of blood running down it. She's obviously been beat up a bit here and there, but she's holding her own pretty well, not breaking her smile.

Tiffany:
With a start, Tiffany recognizes the beaten form in front of her as Sister Rosa. "Si- uh, hey, you! Are you alright!? I was just passing by and I heard someone coughing in here!"

Sister Rosa:
"Huh? Is that..." Rosa rubs her eyes. "...no, it couldn't be. Don't mind me, I was just going for a walk."

Sister Rosa:
"Here, would you like to *cough* donate to the Santa Maria della Prosperita children's fund? It'll only take a little while."

Sister Rosa:
She seems to be hasty to change the subject

Tiffany:
"Just going for a walk? You're not fooling anyone with that look!" Tiffany uses her usual fake voice for the interaction, treading carefully to avoid being recognized, a little bit scratchier and high-pitched than usual.

Cheryl:
"..." Despite her former claims, Cheryl, at the very least, stands by the opening of the alley to make sure the goons, or worse, don't come back.

Sister Rosa:
"A-are you not interested? *Cough* Fine, I'll make my leave if you want."

Tiffany:
"Kcch, fine, if it'll get you to come out of that alleyway - I've got five bucks here. Look, I SAW those thugs come out of the alley, but... whatever, you're walking and talking, you're probably fine."

Sister Rosa:
Rosa nods and walks up to you trying to hide a slight limp, putting your money into an envelope. "Thank you for your kindness."

Sister Rosa:
"I'd personally not bother with those people. There is inherent good in everyone, but sometimes it's not the time for it to come out"

Tiffany:
"Right... well, it's not my place to tell you what to do, but if I were you I'd probably call it a night, head back to your church. Get someone else to do donations if you have to, but you need to lie down right now. Y'know?"

Rosalinda:
*takes sexy shower at home*

Sister Rosa:
"Yes, yes, that's what I plan on doing, thank you for your concern."

Marky:
*LOOKS AT YOU FROM OUTSIDE*

Tiffany:
"..." Tiff takes her leave.

Sister Rosa:
The sister picks up speed, and walks out of the alley, and across the street, nodding at Cheryl along the way.

Cheryl:
"So it was her? Tch, surprised she didn't give me another lecture."

Tiffany:
"Oh good, she stuck to the lectures with you. You're lucky."

Cheryl:
"Lectures are on a day when she doesn't want to shove some religious, snooty, bullshit down my throat."

ThatDM:
Other than that, the walk home is pretty smooth

ThatDM:
You all rest the day, but Al has a strange vision

ThatDM:
it's a vision clouded by a really loud buzzing sound, as well as the feeling of something crawling on his spine

ThatDM:
Either way, you wake up feeling better than ever, and are somehow fully healed from that horrible beatdown you got earlier

ThatDM:
It's now a most funderful friday, with the Dinner most of you don't know about being on a saturday

ThatDM:
It's the wee hours in the morning, but as for Al himself...

Alloces:
Al drags himself out of the, uh, hospital bed I guess, "Agh..ah, a day in the hospital, and nobody brought me flowers? What a pity... Feels more as if somebody donated bugs."

ThatDM:
Even the doctors are astonished by his quick recovery, and let him go early

Alloces:
"Don't worry about that, now...I've toughened up from all those fights, you see?" *at least I actually AM immortal, I have an excuse*

ThatDM:
@Agi School is somewhat uneventful, save for one of your teachers being a bit, oh....peppier than usual.

Alloces:
(It would be helpful if I knew where those two lived to tell them about the dinner.) Al rifles through his briefcase, trying to see if he has any information about where they planned to meet up, or at least their next gig.

D. Richard:
"SO! IF YOU TAKE 90% OFF AND TAKE ANOTHER 20% OFF BUT ADD A 110% INTEREST, THEN..."

D. Richard:
"WITH ANOTHER 5% CLEARANCE AND A MEMBERSHIP ROYALTY REWARDS PROGRAM OF 13% PLUS A FABULOUS GIFT, THEN THE FINAL PRICE IS.....!?"

D. Richard:
The teacher points at you, good Charlotte

Charlotte:
"It would come to... about $26.73, correct?"

Rosalinda:
Rosa is just seen practicing her drumming skills by herself at school. While a lot of stuff from what happened yesterday is still in her mind, Rosa knew to keep a clear head while drumming.

D. Richard:
"WOW I DIDN'T EVEN GIVE A STARTING FIGURE AND YOU STILL GOT IT FIGURED OUT!"

D. Richard:
The teach writes something down in a notepad. "Note to self, don't try and negotiate around the pigtails girl, you'll probly end up paying 2 extra..."

D. Richard:
"Ah, yes! The bell is about to ring soon, so I'll just...." The teacher takes a floppy disk out of his computer, where something you haven't quite seen before happens...

D. Richard:
Richard always did fiddle about with discs quite a bit, but it seems you have some close insight as to what he does with them.

E-rotic:
A shiny, metallic figure manifests before him, with nobody really reacting to its sudden appearance besides you.

E-rotic:
Inside of its visor leads to a mutlitude of disc drives, for just about every medium possible.

D. Richard:
"Okay, make sure to do the homework on page 257, and don't skip any questions, aight?" Richard says as he inputs the disc into the figure's visor, making a confirmation sound as she does.

Charlotte:
Charlotte pushes herself back in her seat with a start, making a large screeching sound from metal against linoleum, eyes bulging as she looks at the figure.

E-rotic:
The figure quickly disappears about as soon as it manifests, fading out behind the teacher in a flash.

Cheryl:
Cheryl strolls casually down the street, her jacket collar pulled up to keep her face warm from the nippy autumn wind. She exhales a puff of smoke from her cigarette and glances up at the sky, "These days are just gettin' longer and longer..."

Charlotte:
Charlotte's mouth hangs open in shock as she looks around at her fellow classmates and their COMPLETE INABILITY TO NOTICE WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.

Charlotte:
She gets the attention of the boy next to her.

Alloces:
*Well since my briefcase is so brief it doesn't even have papers, I'll just, uh, go to....High Vertby, I guess, that's the only place I can think the boy'd be*

Jimbles:
"Hey, quit moving around like that. It's getting my asthma worked up."

Charlotte:
"Psst! You there, didn't you see that?"

tirkaroKujo:
@MT The sky is slightly cloudy, but still aloof with a calming air. Well, despite the tiny red speck coming into view. Well, it's not so tiny anymore. In fact, it seems to be a person. Dropping from the sky.

tirkaroKujo:
She yells out, with an "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Tel:
And then finally lands, surprisingly soft on her feet. "AAAAAH HAAAAH! I finally found you!"

Charlotte:
"Just... for an instant, a pink, floating robot - how long has Mr. Richard had that?!" She spits out in a fierce whisper.

Cheryl:
"...WHAT?!"

Jimbles:
Ol' Jimbles Notronbo here is remarkably confused by your nonsensical statement. " Charlotte, I think you need to stop injecting yourself with random needles you find on the ground."

Alloces:
"Perhaps I should check Club La Vida. They were performing there, after all... No, no, sooner or later those delinquents are bound to show up on their own. All I need to do is start never wanting to see them again. That should be easy."

Tel:
"Paralyzed with fear, are you? You can't avoid me all the time!"

Tel:
"Don't try and pretend you don't know, with that face of yours!"

Rosalinda:
*continues to practice drumming*

Charlotte:
"How DARE you suggest- fine, whatever. I know what I saw..." She turns back to her pen and paper, watching Richard's actions closely...

D. Richard:
"Okay, now for page 290, I need you to do questions....OH! I nearly forgot!"

E-rotic:
The pink robot flashes up again, and begins flying elegantly across the room, eying a disc laid out in the open in the back of the classroom.

Cheryl:
"I don't have to try very hard lady cuz I've got no bloody idea who the fuck you are."

Charlotte:
Charlotte traces it with her eyes as it floats around, trying not to draw attention to the fact that she can see it...

Tel:
"Don't you try and play dumb with ME! I remember what you tried to do! You tried to steal my precious gift, and give it to one of those...uh...PENGUIN! That's right! Those Penguin goons! You should find yourself lucky you only stole a decoy! Yeah, what you really ended up stealing was a roll of bread! Haha, oh man I probably shouldn't have told you that."

E-rotic:
It softly picks up the disc and inserts it into her visor, once again not realy drawing attention from anyone.

D. Richard:
"Page 256! There's two open ended questions, I only need you to answer one, now-" the bell begins to ring. "Don't forget, what I told you, okay!?"

Cheryl:
"Penguin? You speakin' the Queen's english, lady or you just makin shit up? Cuz you're makin' no sense at all to me..."

Haze:
E-Rotic needs to get her shit together, she's not puzzlingly tilting er head to the side

Tel:
"Ooh, I see how it is. Fine, you wanna play rough, we'll play as rough as rough gets!"

Tel:
The odd green-haired woman, seemingly under a misunderstanding, begins charging at you with the intent to probably hurt you really, really badly.

Cheryl:
"Ugh, I ain't got time to deal with this..."

Charlotte:
Charlotte packs her backs slowly, suspiciously, eying her teacher and his companion as she does so... before picking up her bag and walking out of the classroom, armed with some new knowledge and on the lookout for other replicants she may have missed before.

Tel:
 Initiative (1d10): 3 + 0 = 3 Control (1d6): 3 + 0 = 3

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 7 + 0 = 7 Control (1d6): 6 + 1 = 7
tirkaroKujo:
As for Al

tirkaroKujo:
While walking to High Vertby, you come across a rather...interesting sight. Or sights, mind you.

Cheryl: (( Okay, gonna move forward one for +1, and use Girlfixer into basic attack into basic attack, since my combo is 3 now. ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

tirkaroKujo:
It seems to be a whole gaggle of masked men. A whole tonne of them, running through the streets, as if they're looking for something.

Cheryl:
« 1d6+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »

Alloces:
"...Since when was the circus in town?"

Cheryl:
« 1d4+4+1+1 = 1 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 7 »

Toy Soldier:
Anyway, they now seem to be eying you, rather, the aura you seem to give off. They pay it no real mind though.

Tel:
Tel loses 7 hit points.

Radio:
NOW PLAYING Cibo Matto - Spoon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdxnvpSRP4Y

Tel:
"GUH!" The girl staggers back. "Y-you attack with a guitar now? I don't recall that before, but okay!"

Cheryl:
"Yeah! Because you're thinkin of the wrong bloody person, ya wanker!

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 7 + 1 = 8 Control (1d6): 6 + 1 = 7

Tel:
"Guuuaaaah! Don't think you'll elude me that easily!"

Tel:
 Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 Control (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6

Petrushka:
That's because I had this token back then




Cheryl:
« 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »

Alloces:
"Hello?" Al eyes the circus freaks back, wondering what they could possibly want from him.

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Cheryl:
« 1d4+4+1+1 = 1 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 7 »

Tel:
Tel loses 7 hit points.

Toy Soldier:
"Oh....you can see us! Are you familliar with Psychic Wars!?"

Toy Soldier:
The masked....thing, oddly enough, speaks like a young boy.

Toy Soldier:

Cheryl:
"You about done yet?!"

Tel:
"Guh! Excuses, excuses, why do I even try!?" Tel concentrates a bit, causing a small figure to appear alongside her.

Know Return:
"Kuuooh!" It yells out, in a squeaky high-pitched voice.

Tel:
 Initiative (1d10): 6 + 0 = 6 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 4 + 0 = 4

Tel:
"I'm not gonna let up nearly that easy you swindler!"

Cheryl:
"What'd I fuckin' tell that girl? Everyone's got one of these bloody things..."

Alloces:
"Yes, I am, in fact, able to see." Al tries to study the masked things, moving around to see if he can get a better view. "So, what, are you boys standing on each others' shoulders under those ridiculous outfits? Children shouldn't be talking about wars, it gives those that raised you a bad name."

Cheryl:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 7 + 1 = 8 Control (1d6): 4 + 1 = 5

Toy Soldier:
They all yell simultaneously at you. "Don't call me a child!"

tirkaroKujo:
@Thrice Off screen, you hear a man talking to the figures, in a deep-mannered fashion.

Cheryl:
« 1d6+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 »

Cheryl:
« 1d4+4+1 = 2 + 4 + 1 = 7 » *only one basic attack after though*

Coated Man:
"He's not the one you're looking for. Pay him no attention, Glenn."

Alloces:
"I call them as I...hear them. Speaking of hearing, mind telling me who ELSE is here?"

Toy Soldier:
"Guuuuh. We've been looking eeeveeerywhere though!"

Tel:
Tel loses 7 hit points.

Alloces:
"Glenn?" Al notes this down on his clipboard. "Anything else you'd be willing to tell me, oh mysterious voice?"

Tel:
BWOOF! "H-hey, at least let me try!" She yells out, as she floats through the air in an oddly soft manner.
Timer falls from 95 to 89!

Cheryl:
"Oh yeah, you caught me in a -REAL- fuckin' bad mood, ya cunt!"

Alloces:
"I'm tired of talking to children. You seem like a more...cultured individual, even if you associate with people dressed up like this."

Coated Man:
"...." The coated man still diverts his gaze from Alloces, preferring to just ignore him. "Can we leave now?" he requests.

Cheryl:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 10 + 1 = 11 Control (1d6): 2 + 1 = 3

Toy Soldier:
The coated....man? Goes up to all and pats Al on the head. "Don't be so cruel to everyone, sir. He only wanted to talk!"

Tel:
 Initiative (1d10): 7 + 0 = 7 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 8 + 0 = 8

Tel:
"I'll show you what I'm all about soon enough!"

Toy Soldier:
"I'm sorry sir, you don't seem like a bad person."

Cheryl:
« 1d6+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »

Cheryl:
*mid-kick, mid-kick GUITAR TO THE FACE*

Cheryl:
« 1+1+1 = 1 + 1 + 1 = 3 »

Tel:
Tel loses 3 hit points.

Tel:
"But I still hit the ground running!" The odd girl yells and she gets right back on up from that attack, stampeding like a maniac towards your position

Tel:
Tel uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Tel:
« 1d6+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 » Tel runs towards you, and hits you with a sliding low kick!

Alloces:
"Hm, well, maybe you're not so bad after all. As long as you're being considerate, I DO have a question for you. Have you seen a...boy around here? Black hair, somewhat tall, always finnicky...looks a bit sick and crazy?"

Toy Soldier:
"Oooh! You mean Adel Zu-"

Cheryl:
Cheryl raises her leg and tilts her body back to avoid the low sliding kick.

Alloces:
*I'm actually not sure I ever GOT his name*

Coated Man:
"Can it. We're not going to let him of all people start caring."

Coated Man:
"If you go around casually blabbing shit to everyone, you'll never grow strong."

Cheryl:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 1 + 1 = 2 Control (1d6): 1 + 1 = 2

Toy Soldier:
"Kuh! You're riiiight!"

Tel:
 Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 2 + 0 = 2

Tel:
"D-damn! How do you move so fast!?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Cheryl:
*for mah defenses

Know Return:
"UUUPAH!" The small figure greatly expands her first, and punches up towards Cheryl's face. « 1d6+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 »

Alloces:
"Now, now, helping others can't be a bad thing, eh? But, Adel...Zu? I should write that part down." Al jots down some more notes on his clipboard, and tries to gather as much as he can." "WAs that all? Adel Zu..sound as if you weren't finished. What about the big one, hm? Or the...smaller one. The craziest one. You seem to know a bit."

Cheryl:
« 1d6+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »

Toy Soldier:
"Sorry to jet, but we're in a hurry!"

Cheryl:
Cheryl delivers two more fierce kicks to the dumbass bitch's ribs.

Cheryl:
« 1+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »

Coated Man:
The coated man sinks back into the corner of the building, giving a glaring eye towards Al as he does so.

Toy Soldier:
"If you know nothing about psychic wars, you're useless to us right now! Eep, don't take it personally!"

Tel:
Tel loses 2 hit points.

Tel:
"Bweeeh! No way! You're just too powerful for me!"

Cheryl:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 11 + 0 = 11 Control (1d6): 2 + 1 = 3

Tel:
 Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 3 + 0 = 3

Alloces:
"Useless am I? Hahaha...don't worry, I won't hurt a child. Your friend in the coat may regret treating me like this, however."

Tel:
"But huh, you don't really sound OR move like you used to. And I thought I had you down so well!"

Cheryl:
"I gave you a chance to run, dammit!" « 1d6+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Toy Soldier:
"Please don't talk to him that way. He's really a kind man. Honest!"

Cheryl:
"But you HAD! To PISS! Me OFF!" Cheryl shouts as she punctuates each cry with a body blow. « 1+1+1 = 1 + 1 + 1 = 3 »

Tel:
Tel loses 3 hit points.

Tel:
Those last two hits cause her to go flying into the air, where she...oddly enough, keeps hovering.

Tel:
"Gaaaaah, my heeeaaad..."

Tel:
 Initiative (1d10): 2 + 0 = 2 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 2 + 0 = 2

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 2 + 1 = 3 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 6 + 1 = 7

Tel:
*Full defenses*

Alloces:
"And so am I. But that doesn't mean I don't ruffle a few feathers every now and then, for lord knows what reason. Like the big man... Nothing to it but to keep searching."

Tel:
It is +1 for her

Tel:
as she uses evasion

Cheryl:
« 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Cheryl:
« 1d4+4+1+1 = 4 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 10 »

Tel:
Tel loses 10 hit points.

Tel:
"BWOOOGH! " The woman falls back down, face first, and tries to get her grip on reality back.

Cheryl:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 4 + 0 = 4 Control (1d6): 3 + 1 = 4

Cheryl:
« 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »

Cheryl:
With a slight running start, Cheryl runs up and slams her boot into her downed opponent's side, "And -STAY- the fuck down, ya bloody fuckin' wanker! I told you to sod off and you DIDN'T FUCKIN' LISTEN!"

Tel:
Tel loses 1 hit points.

Tel:
Tel falls down, her weight suddenly being heavy enough to crumble a few bricks below the pavement. "Gguuuuuggh"

Tel:
"Guess I didn't weight the situation in enough..."

Tel:
She gets up on her back, and crabwalks to the side. "Huh, you really aren't Cheryl then! My mistake!"

Cheryl:
Cheryl looks at the girl funny, "Look...my name -IS- Cheryl. But I've never seen you a fuckin' day in my life. I've never met anyone named bloody fuckin' PENGUIN and I've never stolen shit!"

Tel:
"Hmm, I'd say you're stretching it just a biiit, but....you seem trustworthy enough! I'm sorry! Wanna go get ice cream to make it up?"

Tel:
"C'mon, they have pistachio flavored ice cream now. Pistaaachiiiioooo flaaaavoooored!"

Cheryl:
"...weren't you just trying to fight me? And not to inflate my ego but I hit you pretty damn hard, the fuck are you back up so fast...?"

Tel:
"Get knocked down, get right up again, that's what grandma always taught me! Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't hurt all over, but when did that stop me before?"

Alloces:
« 1d10+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 » I guess so then

Tel:
"You have to fly freely beyond those silly troubles, don't embrace them!"

Tel:
"'sides, if you insist, I'll take your word for it. It was just a silly lump of bread anyway."
tirkaroKujo:
@Al you come across a man in a light priests garb, an aura of sheer holiness surrounding him. You've seemed to catch his attention at least.

Halford:
"I'm sorry ser, but have you lost your way?"

Cheryl:
"You said that was the decoy though, so there was something someone was trying to steal? And they fuckin' blamed me for it?"

Tel:
"Yup! She wanted to steal my precious item, for reasons beyond my comprehension! I'm not sure what it is, but it's a pretty precious family heirloom..."


Tel:
"You seem nice enough now though. I wonder who would be low enough to look exactly like you and call you your name?"

Tel:
"Or, gosh, maybe I'm just too gullible! This world is so confusing!"

Alloces:
"Hm? You would be from the church? I can't say I've lost my WAY... But my friend may have. I thought he may be around here somewhere."

Halford:
"I cannot do much with that description, but I will say that it's dangerous to get lost in this part of High Vertby. I myself have been looking for one of my students, but to no avail."

Alloces:
"Hmm... Well, I've been looking all over the place, myself. Perhaps I noticed your student? And maybe you've seen my friend. He's a bit tall, sickly, black hair, and a very fidgety kind of person. Surely, we can help each other out?"

Cheryl:
"Yeah...I've got some places to be so I'm gonna pass on that ice cream offer for now." The young red-head fishes in her pocket and pulls out a five dollar bill, "I dunno who's took your bread, but I know what it's like to have to fight to get by...and if you were gonna beat the shit outta me for that, then this is the least I can do." She hands the bill to the other girl and pulls up her collar again, "Yeah...you still fuckin' got it, Cheryl. Roll with the beat downs..." she thinks to herself.

Halford:
"....what? You mean..." the priest coughs to himself. "No, I'm afraid I know nobody like that. I apologize. I, however, am looking for a woman by the name of Rosa. Perhaps you've heard of her? She's supposedly well known these days."

Tel:
"Squee, thank you so much! I don't even know what I can buy with five with five whole dollars! Oh right, food, that's pretty nice."

Tel:
"If you wanna call me back again, just refer to me by my given name, Tel. Tel Kidsdale, if you ever hear the world record for the fastest flight around the world, be sure to keep an ear out for that!"

Alloces:
Looking down at his clipboard, Al suddenly remembers, "Oh! And his name, it's Adel. Ah, you're sure? Too bad. Now, Rosa, you say? I did see her yesterday, near the hospital. Ah, no worries, she was fine. But I gather that doesn't help you?"

Cheryl:
"Tel Kidsdale." She turns the name over a few times in her head, "Alright, I'll keep that in mind."

Halford:
"Hmm, I fear she may have gotten herself in trouble once again. Not that you should care, so I apologize."

Alloces:
"Well, no, she helped me, I should return the favour. That's how these things work, after all! I'll keep an eye out for the girl."

Halford:
"Hmm....HMMM...wait, now I'm starting to realize...."

Halford:
"If she went out of her way to help you, then..."

Halford:
"Would you happen to be familiar with a Ms. Cheryl? Or a band called" the priest coughs to himself "Prostitute Facility?"

Alloces:
"...Unfortunately, yes to both. Might I ask why you know this? I did hear the church would be attending that banquet as well."

Halford:
"You heard correctly. I'm quite enthused you've appeared to agree to the deal."

Halford:
"You could say that...but most of all, one of our priests you could say is a big fan of yours. It's not -required- you play there (certainly not), but I guess if you wanted to..."

Halford:
"Just, be sure to make sure Ms. Cheryl arrives with you, okay? He's quite a big fan of her in particular."

Alloces:
"I can't fathom why. On the matter of playing, I could spend all trying to convince them NOT to, but they wouldn't listen. So, your priest should be satisfied."

Alloces:
day*

Halford:
"Well thank you. Just try and tell them to keep the noise down a tad, okay?"

Alloces:
"No. If I did that, they'd turn it up to spite me..."

Halford:
"True enough..."

Alloces:
"I'll see what I can do myself, however."

Halford:
"I look forward to it, ser."

Halford:
The priest moves away from the area, looking around in a somewhat uncomfortable manner.

Alloces:
"After all, I'm always willing to help the church. Now where could that boy have gotten off to, if he's not here?"

TO BE CONTINUED