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Another such outlet was alcohol, in which you were able to obtain an ample amount of. This is why your little head is pounding right now. Pounding from the toxic substances you consumed, as well as the raw fury that is growing in your heart.

You’ve got to stop -him!-

You look down upon the scene unfolding with fire in your eyes. You lean over the railing that looks down onto the first story of this house, and see -That man- is drawing nearer and nearer to Mimi. Your eyes dart quickly over the the staircase which leads down in another direction into a connecting hallway, and then back down to -him.- You don’t have the time to run down and get to him…

Plus you’re body, smaller than his, might not be able to do much… if anything, against the fully grown man. You could call out to him, but he might not react to you. There is only one thing you -can- do.

You take a few steps back, and run as fast and hard as you can at the railing. With a well-timed jump your foot makes it atop it, and you leap your way over the edge towards -Him.- A -real man- feels fear, but then says Fuck it! You launch yourself mid air, downwards from the second story. The fall feels like it takes forever, and you can hear your heart pounding in your chest as you descend in an arc at your target.

You make contact.

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“Listen here you little bitch! I’ll knock all your pretty, little teeth right out of your-URGKK!” Your knee makes contact with -his- face, followed by the weight of your body. It’s enough to knock the larger man off balance, and he falls with you into a nearby wall. First the chair collides with the wall, and it causes pieces of the chair to break, then -he- makes contact with the chair, and it breaks further; finally -his- head meets the wall, and it goes through it.

The entire ordeal seems to have made him stop moving for the time being, and you’re happy he’s stopped moving. If he were to get back up again, you -know- that he’d kick your ass… if not kill you. It doesn’t help that you landed directly on top of him; most likely why you’re not very hurt at all. His body must’ve absorbed most of the impact.

“Shit…” But now what? Getting up off top of his unmoving body, you now know that you can no longer stay here. While this place wasn’t ideal, it was still a shelter for you and Mimi… but after this, he’d probably just kick the two of you out onto the streets if not -kill- the two of you instead. “Fuck it. Fuck -him- anyways! Lil’ Sis!”

“O-Onii...chan?” You hear her sob as you go over to check on her. You bend down to her tiny, curled up form and check the severity of her wounds. Good. It doesn’t look like he broke anything, and there’s no swelling indicating anything being strained… but she’s got a few small cuts all over, probably from having the broken dishes surrounding her being hurled at her. There is a -lot- of bruising, but at least there is only minor bleeding. “I-i-is t-that you, O-Onii-c-chan?...”

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“Yeah. I’m here, Lil’ Sis. I gotcha. Are ya okay?” You place a hand on her back, and gently rub it; doing your best to avoid pressing too hard against her wounds.

“F-father… he… h-he just… Yes. I-I’m okay…” She still seems in shock, but at least she says she feels okay… hell, you weren’t expecting her to be as tough. Then again, your guys’ situations has been shit for a while now… a -long- while.... You reach down, and help her back up onto her feet. Her legs are shaky. Shit. But, now what are you supposed to do? “I-is he?”

“He ain’t dead, though I’s -should- kill the bastard fer what he did’ta ya.”

“No! I-if y-you did that… you could get into big trouble…”


“Yeah, yeah. I knows better’n that. But whateva the case, he ain’t no ‘Father’ no more. No real ‘Father’, fuck, even no ‘real man’ would ever pull that shit... “

“B-but…”

“No buts, Lil’ Sis. -This man- is no man, he’s a monster. A giant, walking wad of shit, waiting to shit up somebody else’s day.” You glare over at his motionless body. “Either way, we can’t stay here no more.”

“What?! But! This is our home!” She looks to you with a frantic, tearful look in her eyes.

“Th’fuck it is. This is -his- home. It -has- been fer a while now... “ You walk over to his body, and fish out his wallet from his back pocket. You open it up to pull out the cash he stowed away there. Before closing it, you too take a single photograph stored away within it as well. A picture of a woman with braided, black hair. Your mother. He doesn’t deserve this anymore. “We gotta get outta here. If’n he did this once, he’s -gonna- do it again… if not worse. It’s dangerous here.”

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“Where will we live?”

“We’ll figure dat out… perhaps…” A thought occurs to you. Yuriko, your elder sister. She was quite close to you until the day she ran away. She left without saying a word. It was after mother died… after she gave birth to Mimi… when -he- changed. When -he- stopped being your dad, and became your jailor. -That- man in which you used to share your appearance with, that is until you grew your hair out and dyed it blonde. “I think I might be able ta find us somewhere t’go.”

“Where are you going?” You run your way down this once familiar house, gazing up at the blank places on the walls, where pictures once hung proudly. This house has become barren from anything warm since that day… the only warmth to be had is in that of Mimi. A good girl, who by being so good has never had to face the full wrath of -him- until today… “You’re not supposed to go in there!”

“Fuck -that guy’s- rules! We need somethin’ from in there!” You stand in front of -his- study. A room he keeps locked up at all times. His wallet is still clutched in your hand, and within not only do you find the cash you wanted, but the key that opens this door.

You unlock it, and peer into a room more barren than any other in this house. It has only a desk, a chair, and a cabinet. It makes things a lot easier to look through.

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“What do we -need- from in here, Onii-chan?” Mimi peeks into the room from around the frame, not daring to come inside.

“That fuckin’ letter. Aneue sent a letter a long time ago to me, but -that man- took it away from me, and brought it in here.” You begin to shuffle through papers, not even caring to put them back. Instead you just tear through his shit, and scatter it everywhere. Why the fuck would you care? “I know he didn’t just toss it. I went through the trash fer -weeks- tryin’a outsmart him like that… and it ain’t like there’s a fireplace in here…”

“But what if he burnt it in the living room?”

“Nah, it ain’t happenin’. He’s never lit that damn thing since… well, it’s been a long time. Aha!” You find it! The familiarly bad handwriting in red ink upon the face of the letter, along with some nearly illegible scratchings indicating address… E...Eiin… no…. Da… Dai… Shit. VERY illegible writing. Quickly tearing it open, you find a letter… again, very hard to read. But tucked away with the letter, is a note-card with simple directions to where she lives. This -could- be a start. You can read the letter later, you’ve gotta go! “Here we go! Now’s we got an out! Let’s scram before -that man- wakes u-SHIT!”

“Where the fuck do you think -you’re- going?! And with -MY- daughter?! Huh, punk?! You little shit!” You turn around and see -him- holding Mimi in the air by her neck, while glaring you down. You can see his trip through the wall has left a large laceration across his face, but it looks like an aged scar… while weird, you’ve more important matters to deal with.

>Try to reason with him!
>Charge the fucker!
>Other [suggestion]?

>[6/6]

>>43106638
>Charge the fucker!
>>Other
Kick him right in the balls, and don't stop hitting till he's on thy ground. The stomp on his throat and his face, and make sure at least one eyeball gets crushed by your heel.

>>43106638
>Charge the fucker!
I support nut kick/punch to make him drop Mimi. Then grab her while he's hopefully down and bolt for it. Carry Mimi on our arms if we must.

>>43106638
>Charge the fucker!
>Other [suggestion]?
Throw Mom's photo at his face to distract him and hit him in the crotch.

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SHIT!

You can see Mimi struggling for air, kicking, scratching; everything she can do in her position, but nothing connects due to her small size. -He’s- strong enough to hold her out with a single hand, and he’s probably strong enough to do the same to you. He’s got you cornered! You -could- run away, but not without the last bit of light you’ve got in this world!

But… he’s so huge… what can you do? Think! THINK! Yeah… that could work.

You settle your glare right on the tall man before you, but your gaze is even more focused than just seeing him; you see a weakness. A weakness that all men share, or at least those who -still are- men. But… he’s still got a longer reach than you.

“Well, answer me you ungrateful brat! Who are -you- to try and kidnap my daughter away?! Who the fuck are -you- to have my face, my eyes, and hair; before you defiled it, to steal away -my- daughter! I swear Reina -cries- when she looks down at your pitiful ass from the afterlife!”

Mom’s picture… -That man’s- ranting causes that picture to flash through your mind.

Yeah. You took the last remaining picture of mom from -his- wallet… While you wanted to keep it for yourselves, Mimi’s safety is the highest priority.

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“The only one who makes mom cry is you!” You charge right at -him,- leaping forth from his desk. Once your feet hit the ground and you get close, you throw your hand up with mom’s picture in it, and into his face. He pauses for a moment, and grabs for it.

In that instant your foot connects with his crotch, as you kick high. You try to retract you hand to try and keep hold of the photo, but his fingers curl around it and it crumples under the force. The picture crumples, just as does his knees as he falls further to the ground. Mimi’s feet hit the ground, but his fingers are now caught up in her shirt.

“The only way I’d make mom cry, is if I became like you!” You swing your body around as he tries to reach for you, and bash him right in that new scar on his face. It splits open, and blood begins to pour out of it. His hands go to it, and Mimi is free.

You avoid his wild grabbing and go for Mimi. She’s coughing badly, and still trying to catch her breath. She seems dizzy. You scoop her into your arms and make for the door. You’ve gotten what you need, now you just need to escape.

The rest is a blur, as you dash through the house, into the yard, and down the street. You can feel Mimi starting to catch her breath… but now you need find somewhere to read those directions.

"W..where are... we.... going... Oniichan?"

>Go to a nearby park
>Hide in a nearby alleyway
>Keep running for a while longer
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[2/2]

>>43107338
>>Keep running for a while longer
Make sure we take a couple turns so he can't spot us from his stoop.

>>43107338
>local police box

>>43107338
>>Keep running for a while longer
Let's get far enough away to be out of his line of sight.

“We’s gonna keep goin’ fer a bit. We needs’ta put as much ground between us and -that man.-” You look back towards your house, nearly a block away now. You still don’t see movement coming from the door you slammed on your way out, but you know better than to think that your short, kid-legs can outpace an adult who exercises and trains regularly.

You keep running.

And running.

And running.

You put block after block behind you as you run. You take turns down other streets in order to keep as much of your escape out of his line of sight in any given direction.

You run until your legs begin to tire.

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All in all, you’ve run yourself from the innermost suburbs into the bustling city -his- house was on the border of. You’ve run all morning long, and now it is nearing noon by the looks of the clocks attached to some of the electronic signs… it -feels- like noon by the hole growing in your gut.

You’re out of breath, and Mimi seems to be able to walk now. You set her down, and begin your own recovery. The weight taken off of your legs helps your fatigue.

“What now?... A… Are we going to have to live in a box now, Oniichan? Like those people who eat garbage?” Mimi asks with tears welling up in her eyes. She looks around frantically to all the people, and buildings, and card… oh yeah… this is the first time she’s ever -been- in town proper. She’s been caged just like you, only with accommodations that were livable.

>Get food: State quality
>Find somewhere to rest/duck down
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[2/2]

>>43107705
>Other [Suggestion]?
Call the cops on that pussy. Japan has CPS, right?

>>43107705
>>Get food: State quality
Medium, street ramen shop or diner.

>>43107705
>Find somewhere to rest/duck down
First things first.

>>43107705
>>Get food: State quality
Ramen

>>43107705
>>43107735
I'm gonna back this back guy
Sup Grim

>>43107705
>Get food: State quality
Middling I guess? Something not to expensive but doesn't leave you hungry again in an hour or two.

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Time to fuel up. Can’t be a runaway on an empty stomach. Looking over to Mimi, you can tell she’s feeling hungry too.

“Let’s get somethin’ to eat first, den we’s can figure out what ta do den.” You grab Mimi’s hand, and the two of you stroll down the way. You’ve been in these streets before, and you know your way around. It certainly looks a lot different than when you were here last, however. Such is the life of being part of the late-night crew. The streets here almost look welcome in the light. Almost.

“O-okay…” She grasps your hand tightly as she follows you along. She eyes the streets cautiously as you go. Understandable, situation considering. -You- realize that it only serves to make you look suspicious, but today you’re the one in the right… except the smell of alcohol coming from your breath.

“Yeah. Le’s get somein’ simple, and take a seat fer a bit. Then we’s can see ‘bout readin’ Aneue’s letter. Sound good, Lil Sis?” You take a turn down another street, and set your eyes on a signboard a few streets down. A ramen shop.

“Y-yeah… that sounds good…” Her voice is still kinda shaky, and she stutters as she talks. “W-what kind of person i-is Aneue?”


“That’s right. You never got to know her.” Your elder sister ran away before she really got to know Mimi. You remember that one day, she was just gone. It wasn’t until a few months ago you got her letter. Before that there was no telling if she was alive or dead… apparently -He- had grown to hate her for her abandonment, and whatever she’s been doing. You’re not quite sure -how- he knew, as he never talked about her. “She was pretty nice. She was playful, rowdy, and had a lotta sass. She was a damn good sis, though.”

>[1/2]

“I see… She’s kinda like you then, huh Oniichan?” She nods to herself.

“Heh, I guess she was. She turned yankii too, before she left.” You reach up and twirl a few strands of your gold-dyed hair around your fingers for a moment. “I guess dis is just wha’cha do before ya leave. She dyed her hair too.”

“Did you do it to be like Aneue?” Her eyes focus on you with curiosity. It finally seems like she’s found something to take her mind off of the drama of reality.

“Nah. I did it ‘cuz I couldn’t stand lookin’ at -him- every time I looked in the mirror.”

“But you and daddy don’t look that similar…”

“We do, actually. Shit was one of the things he bragged about before he changed. If’n ya looked at the albums before he burnt them, I look -just- like he did when he was a kid.” That’s right. You did it to forget him. To spite him. Your hair was short, and black just like his. You’ve got the same eyes, and a similar if not exact facial structure. You -had- to change it, otherwise every time you looked in the mirror, you just saw a younger -him- glaring back at you. Like he was daring you to become a piece of shit like he. “Shit, you’d think he’d like me a lot more than he did, right? But for some reason he hated me fer it.”

“Maybe you reminded him of his youth? When mama was alive…” Her tone is somber now. “You told me that they were childhood friends, right? Maybe you brought back bad memories…”

“Eh. It could be. Th’man just went rotten. Fuck him. He ain’t ‘daddy’ no more. He’s only -him.-” Thankfully you reach your destination, and soon enough the both of you have a nice, hot bowl of ramen in front of yourselves. Nice and large, considering it’s being paid for on the money you took from your father. While you eat, you slowly decipher the letter.

>[2/3]

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It’s -really- bad… Like, her handwriting is -really, really- bad... It might take a while.

You think that perhaps calling the police, or somebody of authority would be best for what happened, but you’ve heard some stories about the entire foster care situation. If -his- custody of you guys is taken away, you could get split up or put in an orphanage… before that, however you want to discover the fate of your elder sister. She might be able to help with some of this bullcrap… but apparently before you can discover her fate, you have to learn this stange, -almost- Japanese-like language she writes in… it wouldn’t be so strange to akin them to moonrunes. They might as well be.

>Roll 1d20
>Best of 3! Ready to decipher Moonrunes?! …. Like, -really bad- Moonrunes?

>[3/3]

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>43109549

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>43109549
JUSTICE!

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>43109549

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>43109549

>>43109617
dammit why are you so late?

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>>43109617
>The roll that could have been

>Writing

>>43109617
>>43109646
This is what I get for forgetting to update before rolling.

20's seem to happen often on a 4th roll

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It takes a decent bit of time as you and your sister both slurp down your noodles. Probably best you went for the big bowls, as it takes the entire duration of eating in order to get the majority of the message.

>Dear Chitose,

>Sup! Thiz’z ur sassysis, Yuriko writan ya uptaq boot hwat iz ban up two.

Like, fuck… this is horrible. You’re a terrible student, and this is making you cringe just looking at it. It seems like Yuriko hasn’t changed a bit these past five years… she’s still totally suck when it comes to anything delicate or something requiring patience. If anything… this letter looks worse-written than the last thing you read of hers when you were just a -little- guy and you hair was still pitch black… how the fuck does somebody get -WORSE- at writing?!

>[1/3]

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>eyz moovd too Eiin no Damoomda shity, n ez go to skool ere! shiz cash yo! iz got to b such badass! wow! much punch! so vroom! very cool! eye got a Motor Bike dat m’boifendz bud soup’d up fer mi!. eye loath it sa mch! ai read et urvry dai! u shud hop on da Train n cum to Eien no Damoomda shity!

You then set your eyes on the directional note card:

>Get onto the Red-line, heading east.
>You’re looking for Platform 16
>Upon exiting the station, head west on the road
>Take a right turn after you see the puppy
>Go down 5 or 7 blocks, then take a left
>Keep going till you hit the subway
>Get on train 3
>It’s like, three stops down
>Go to the road, and go towards the beach
>Look for the garage tagged up with awesome graffiti!
>Like totally sick and thrillin’ graffiti!
>You’re there! Hooray!

……...Who th’fuck wrote -this- part?

Looking it over, the directions were written by another hand… and they aren’t all that clear… At least they’re clear -until- you get to taking a turn after the puppy… Who the fuck writes like this? It’s good penmanship, but it’s like the writer didn’t understand street signs or street names. Well… it’s a good enough thing to go off of. Being lost in a -new- city would -probably- be better than getting found in this -old- one…

Eternal Damoomdo… City?

>[2/3]

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“What does it say, Oniichan?” Mimi leans over to try and make out what the paper with scribbles on it says.

“I think she’s tryin’a invite us over to check shit out… I think. In some city called Eternal Da.. Moomdo? I can’t quite read it all.” You slide the letter over to your sister, whose eyes widen in shock at how bad the writing is. She just started primary school not -too- long ago, you understand how hard it must be for even her. You keep the directions, however. “If’n we can make it there, I say we go. Shit’s much better’n -just- sleepin in the park or streets.”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right… I wish we could just go home…”

“We can’t. Not so long as -he’s- there.”

“I know... Then are we going?“

>Take the straightest, most open path
>Take back alleys
>Take winding side roads.
>Circle back home, scavenge for shit.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[3/3]

>>43110427
>>Take back alleys

>>43110356
>Our sis dated the big Yank on campus, or his friend
>I didn't see that coming
Am I retarded?

>>43110427
>Take the straightest, most open path

>>43110427
>Take back alleys

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>Writing

>>43110427
>>Take back alleys

Is this a joke?

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“We’s gonna try’n sneak ‘round best we can.” You make a turn at the nearest alleyway. The darkened corners of the city are usually the best places to travel when you don’t want to be seen. You know quite well the dangers that these mostly unused passageways can be, but since it’s daytime they seem rather clear in comparison. Plus, you know what to do in the event of some -other- degenerate coming up on you like that. “We’s takin’ the alleyways.”

“Eh..EHhhh? B-but! Isn’t that where people get robbed and killed?” Oh. She don’t know the half of it. You’d prefer to keep it that way.

“Dun worry ‘bout it. Yer Big Brother will kick anybody’s ass dat comes our way!” You give Mimi a reassuring wink and smile. It seems to be enough to calm her nerves a bit. She still looks to be quite wary, however.

There are quite a few close calls as you traverse the seemingly endless labyrinth of alleyways, crossing the occasional street to pass into the next maze. It’s much easier to spot and avoid trouble with the light of the day on your side… that is until…

“Ayyyyyyye there. Sup kiddos?” A scratchy, but youthful voice calls out from behind. Turning around you can see a man who’s quite sketchy… “Funny finding you guys in my neck of the woods. Funny, cuz I dun like it when peepz be crossing into my turf without paying some sort of tribute.”

>[1/3]

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“Piss off. We’s just passin’ through.” You raise your middle finger at him. You -really- don’t want to deal with this sort of crap right now. You’re about halfway to the train station. With this encounter, you’re sure to lose some day light. A valuable thing considering you don’t have a place to sleep, for the time being. “Just fuck off, and we’ll be on our way. No problem, ‘right?”

“Big Brother!” Mimi looks terrified. Shit. There’s no helping it with the situation, but like hell you’d give up the money you too from -that guy- and just hand it over to some thug. You’re gonna need it if you’re wanting to leave town… you’ll need it for the train, and/or other food.

“Oh-oh! Look out! looks like we’ve got a -badass- over here!” He cackles loudly. With the sound of his laughter, you too hear the sound of shuffling footsteps, and as soon as you know it; you find yourself boxed in. Down this narrow stretch of alleyway, you see the crackle-voiced guy, and two other dudes behind him. Apart from that there are three dudes who enter the alleyway behind you. Two from behind a corner further down, and one from a fire escape. Shit. “Let’s show this scrub what we do to -badasses- who think they can just come on up into our turf without payment.”

“Heh...heh… yeah… we can get… heh… payment from his… heh… sister… heheh… too.” The largest man, coming from behind you, says. Dammit… this is -exactly- part of one of the things you hoped to avoid in broad daylight. It seems as though creeps aren’t -only- a nighttime occurrence.

“Fuck! I’ll take ya all on!” Your temper rises uncontrollably.

>[2/3]

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“Stop right there! Charismatic and Beautifully Cute Warrior of Justice, coming through!” A girl’s voice echoes around you. From above. You look up just in time to see a highschool girl with some fluffy-looking, pink hair descend from the rooftop. She’s running down the side, her hands are covered in some weird-looking gauntlets, and she’s propelling down holding onto a pair of ropes. She leaps off of the side of the building, and transitions into an aerial flip and kick when she’s a couple stories up.

“What the fucURRK!!” Her kick floors one of the other guys, and her aerial momentum carries her past the downed thug. She skids to a stop just a couple feet away from you. She looks like a junior high student, maybe a couple years older than you. She’s wearing her purple uniform.

“With the unbridled power of Good stored in her curvy-and-still-growing-body, Violet Striker is ready to go!” She cries out with a cheezy grin on her face… like, -way- too cheezy. She’s acting like a heroine from one of those tv shows where they dress up in costume, and fight bad guys who are -obviously- dudes in rubber suits. She looks back, and winks at you. “I must urge my prince, and his princess-sister to stand back! Violet Striker will take care of these ruffians!”

Yup… she’s crazy… But, now that you’re closer, you can see that her gloves are emitting a weird light… are… are there tasers inside those things?

Bzzzzzzt!

Yup… -really- crazy.

“Th’fuck do you think you are?! You crazy bitch!”

“Get her! Don’t kill her, though! I want her body warm!”

“Fuck yeah! Now -this- one is a keeper! Keheheh!”

They’re coming closer! Shit… what do I do? She might have floored a dude coming down, but is she capable of taking them all on toe-to-toe? Even -with- tazer gauntlets? Who the fuck wears tazer gauntlets?!

>”You take half. I got the other.”
>Just CHARGE in!
>”YOU stand back. I got this!”
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[3/3]

>>43111871
>”You take half. I got the other.”

>>43111871
>Just CHARGE in!

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>>43111871
>Shit… what do I do?
>I
>I not you
Fighting the urge to nuke this post... but... it seems like a slippery slope, then BAM... I'm arch...

I will fight this urge.

**

Anyways, pack it up boys! We're DONE here!

Sorry it was both a late, and short update, but I hope you liked it.

But, this is a time for Question and Answers! So ask them questions, and I'll answer them to the best of my ability!

I think the flashback is going through quite well. You guys'll probably get another flashback update next time, then we can probably get back to the main story and find out what happened in the real world!

>>43111871
>>Just CHARGE in!

>>43112032
Is pink hair a girl we've already met? Is she related to Taro? Same gloves, kinda.

>>43112206
"gloves"

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>>43112206
>Is pink hair a girl we've already met?
Different girl.
Previous girl m'thinks you're thinking about is Kamiko, who has Violet hair, and wears a altered school uniform with pink highlights.

I've been lazy with her image(s) thus far, but her hair is supposed to be a deeper purple/more of a violet rather than the bright lavender the dreamselfy is. I may edit it to a more proper color at a later time.

>Is she related to Taro?
She shares no familial connection with Taro.

>Same gloves, kinda.
Kinda.

>>43107735
There are indeed, Children's Rights. The popo can come up into yer home and take your kids away if you're abusive enough.

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>>43112206
>>43112391
Somewhere between this color, and that of the Dreamselfy, actually. This is a full-on Purple. I can never seem to find the right color in these things.

>>43112439
Fair enough, I was wondering whether she had dyed her hair a different color when she was younger.

>>43112391
>>43112439
Tiny Senpai is undeniably the cutest.

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>>43112557
Indeed. Indeed. Things get confusing when you mess with hair colors, and state that hair colors can be changed by dye in a series.

Also when you say this in a setting where there are people with animu-colored hair sprinkled in.

Natural Hair Colors in order of appearance/mention:
Chitose: Black (dyed it blonde; blonde is the furthest away from black)
Mimi: Brunette (never dyed)
Yuriko: Black (dyed it blonde; blonde is cool)
Kamiko: Locked Content, but not Pink (dyed it purple; her favoritest color of all)
Souichi: Black (never dyed)
Taro & Junko: Silver (never dyed)
Delilah: blonde (never dyed)
Tina: Dark brown/black (never dyed. Has worn wigs for costumes/cosplay)
Masumi & Raku: Blue; (Never dyed it; it's the royalist of colors)
Leirinaria: Red (never dyed)
Victoria: Blonde (never dyed)
Noriko: Green (never dyed)
Azami: Black (light brown; locked content)
Charismatic and Beautifully Cute Warrior of Justice-chan: Pink (never dyed)

Dying yer hair blonde is still a sign of either fashion, or delinquency depending on the person's actions and or clothing, however.

>>43112663
I'm glad that you like her. I'm also glad I'm able to portray that cuteness.

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>Archive
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