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The Hunter Association is an organization of the best and brightest humanity has to offer. They work everyday to protect the people, knowledge, culture of world. To become a Hunter, one must pass a test known as the Hunter Exam.

The Hunter Exam is a test that happens once every year, it is known to be one of the most difficult and dangerous test ever conceived.

Back-Breaking Physical tests paired along with Complex and Unconventional mental tests which are all conducted under extreme environmental conditions, all done in order to find even one person with the skills to survive the intense mental and physical pressure.

Those who pass the test are shown to be the best warriors and survivalists known to human kind. Passing the exam gives them a Hunter License, proof of their prowess and accomplishments.

This license gives them access to 90% of the entire world, 75% access to restricted places in the world, free use of all public utilities, almost 0 legal consequences for murder and most importantly, A lifetime of wealth and fortune.

However, the morality rate of the Exam can go as high as 90% with a pass rate of 1 out 10,000 contestants ever passing the Exam every 3 years. Despite this, 1000s upon 10,000s of men and women still enter for even the smallest chance at winning the title of Hunter. Whether this be out of insatiable greed, heroic honor or outright desperation.

In the Hunter Exam, the only thing that matters is the need to win and the strength to do it.

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/309thChairman

Intro:

https://youtu.be/6zIwR2Ware4

Quest Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=hunter%20x%20hunter%20quest

Combat rules:

https://pastebin.com/XqaRwd7j

Bestiary:

https://pastebin.com/rZK5U3RU

Character List:

https://pastebin.com/vrdB2bJg

Case File:

https://pastebin.com/fpYfcBAb
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>>3322930
It's time
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Time: January 19, 2000, Saturday, 9:48 PM.

Location: Zenla Region, Dardan City.

WHIRRRRRRRRR-WOOOOOOOOOO The whir of sirens accompanied by the red and blue flashes of switching lights signals the arrival of the local police force.

The Moon shines softly through the clouds above, illuminating the dark street ahead as you peer towards the steps leading into city hall, watching as a group of men, clad in blue with badges that read Z.P.D haul Nicholas and Zarques off to the two patrol cars they have parked on the road.

A large crowd has gathered in spite of the relatively late hours of the night, most of them workers from city-hall, fellow co-workers and even some admirers of Nicholas, all blown away by his sudden arrest in what will surely be the talk of the hall for months to come.

While the rest are just random on-lookers, curious people who run after the sound of sirens and horns wondering what interesting thing they can talk about with their friends or post on the internet for some quick clout that won't even keep people talking for a few days if even a week.

But to Nicholas and Zarques this event will last a lifetime, the labels of murderers will stick with them for the rest of time, brought up only on occasion but never truly forgotten.

To those two, the short walk between the steps to the patrol cars is like a extra-long green mile. The peering and jeering eyes of every on-looker bores deep into the skin like a knife, with every laugh and whisper twisting it a little deeper.

You stand near the squad cars, watching the spectacle while Jesper and the Carlton twins chat with the officers and city hall security about the arrest, a little ways off in the distance, Arztz along with some emergency respondents are tending to Reynauld nearby.

Meanwhile, you're left standing next to the old man who captured Nicholas.

Donned in a japponese Yukata, his hair done up in a short pony-tail that leaves the rest of his head bald with a face that's anything but, with a beard that droops down to his chin that he grabs thoughtful as he examines the situation before him.

"....." you stay silent as you shoot a few glances over to him, wrestling with the awkward atmosphere that has formed between the two of you.

(So this is the chairman of the Hunter association...I gotta say, I expected a lot of things, but a golly, jolly old man is not one of them. He looks like someone just dragged him out of one of my old japponese cartoons, a real stupid one too.) you think.

(I think Landon mentioned him to me once, told me he was a charismatic, powerful man. The kind of guy leads an organization filled with angry, bloodthirsty psychopaths, with fear and respect.) you reason.
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You glance at him again, running your eyes up and down his shorter frame, one barely reaching your height by virtue of the two Geta shoes that prop him up a few inches.

(I can't really make out his frame under those clothes, but he seems kinda lanky, if not kinda scrawny, doesn't seem like he could take much punishment.) you think.

You shake your head, (Though, based on what he did to Nicholas, he sure can dish it out. Shows you really can't judge a book by it's cover, even if that cover is as old and dusty as they come. Seriously, how old is this guy? Must be well into his 70's by this point...)

"I hope you mean 60's boy. I may not look it, but physically, I'm not a day over 65." He laughs.

you jump a little, (Oh great, and he's a mind reader too...)

You shrug your shoulders and speak, "Doesn't change the fact that you're well over retirement age. Why don't you give up being a hunter and go back to your psychic job? Probably more relaxing than this." you joke.

"True as that may be, old foogies like me would waste away in retirement, I plan to work well into my golden years and well beyond that too." he counters.

"Not to be rude, but I think you've gone past you've gone well past your golden years and the most you'll go on for is a few golden months." you counter.

He laughs, "You don't mince words do you boy? It takes strong nerve to talk so cheekily to your future boss, are you sure you want to risk angering me? I could make your life hell or end it as I see fit." he asks.

You detect no malice in his statement, but you can also tell he isn't joking either, he commands that much power, he could probably end your life with a snap of his fingers, both figuratively and literally.

Strangely enough however, that doesn't frighten you, "Yeah, well, whether you're my boss or not depends on whether or not I live to see the end of this exam." you answer.

"If this next test you guys have planned is as terrible as the last 3, then I might as well shit-talk the guy that planned them while I've still got the breath to do it." you state.

He laughs again, much harder this time, "Aren't you the pessimist? Those who lack confidence are often the first to find themselves crushed by the pressure." he counters.

"Not Pessimistic, just realistic old man. And I never said I'm going to die. Just that if by some small chance I do, I just want you to know I curse you and entire testing committee to heaven and hell." you argue.

A big smile takes his face, "Spoken like a true survivor who's seen both heaven and hell. I'm quite fond of men such as yourself. What's your name boy?" he asks.
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"Derrick Holums." you answer.

For a moment, his eyes go wide, "Holums?" he asks.

You get a little confused, "Something strange about my last name?" you asks.

He shakes his head, "Nothing of the sort, just the first time I've heard a name like yours is all. Derrick Holums is it? If you pass the exam, I'll be sure to remember your name." he promises.

"And if I don't?" you ask.

"Then I won't. fail or die and you'll fade from memory before the day is out." he answers.

"Damn, you don't mince words either old man." you counter.

"It's Isaac Netero, not old man. Most people refer to me as chairman, but Netero works." He corrects.

"Okay then Netero. Isn't it a bit harsh to forget me just cause I failed or die? Hell, isn't it extremely harsh to make an exam where people can and have died like this?" you ask.

He strokes his beard as he speaks, "Being forgotten is the natural fate of the weak, it isn't a matter of harshness or kindness, it's a matter of the natural order of things. The strong are remembered and respected, the weak are pitied and quickly forgotten." He answers.

"As for the state of the exam, things are exactly as they should be. Surely you read the contract thoroughly when you first signed up? We made it very clear that the morality rate of this test was high and yet well over 5000 people applied, surely you wouldn't say that we tricked people to their deaths right?" he counters.

"No, of course not, we all knew what we were signing up for. But even so, why structure the exam like this at all? 5000 applied and what? 3000 of them have failed so far? And I can bet at least 60% of those people are going home in body bags." you argue.

"You're off a few clicks, to be exact, roughly 4800 have failed and 50% of them have been confirmed dead." he corrects.

You're blown away by those figures, "4800!?, there's only 200 or so people left!? And what do you mean confirmed!?" you ask.

He waves his hand dismissively,"Well, not everybody ends up so lucky to have enough of a corpse for us to identify and retrieve." he answers.

You can't believe your ears, "Saying shit like that is what makes me question how you could allow something like that! Don't you think it's cruel to come up with an exam that would allow for the deaths of well over 2000 people, maybe more!?" you ask again.

"Sorry to say boy, but the world is a cruel place and there's no getting around that." he begins.

"In all my years alive, and trust me, I've had many. I've learned that one thing determines the difference between life and death, good and evil, destruction and creation, that thing is strength." he states.
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"Strength?" you question.

"The ability to endure, overcome and adapt to any situation, the ability to break through any darkness and destroy any evil. In other words, the ability to enact one's will over the very universe in order to make one's way, that's what strength is." he answers.

"In this world, it's the natural state of things that everything is inevitably determined by strength, power is the greatest resource man has and will ever know, and every person has the potential to gain it, that's why I leave the exam open to anyone brave enough to take it. Because I believe that all people wield power within themselves." He states.

He closes his eyes thoughtfully, "The unfortunate truth is however, is that not everyone is capable of reaching that strength, they take on tasks too great for them and fail to overcome, fail to adapt and so they die, that is weakness. And the ultimate fate of the weak is to be culled." He declares.

"I say all of this, but I bare no hatred for the weak. Though know I hold no love for them either." he adds.

"...." you go quiet.

"As terrible and painful as it might be, this is the truth of the world. Has anything I've said so far been wrong?" he asks.

What do you say?

>You're wrong, that's not how the world works.

>It's terrible, but you're right.

>You're right and that's the way things should be.

>[Write-in]
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>>3322953
>It's terrible, but you're right.
>But at the same time, you shouldn't be right.
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>>3322953
>>3322964
This
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>>3322964
Supporto
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>>3322964
Sure
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>>3322975
>>3322969

>Writing
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"You're right..." you admit in a pained voice.

"Exactly, that's simply how the world works, there's no two ways about it." Netero states.

"But-" you start.

You give him a resolute look, "You're right, but I can't stand that you are!" you declare.

That causes him to raises an eyebrow, "Excuse me? What do you mean?" He asks.

"A cruel world where the weak are culled because they can't stand up to all the world's hardships, that not how it's supposed to be!" you declare.

"Oh? Then how is the world supposed to be? What would be a better alternatively? One where the weak stack up at the bottom and burden the strong? Halt progress?" He asks.

"That very mentality is the damn problem! The idea that the weak are a burden! That being weak is some kind irreversible disease!" you counter.

"Everyone one is weak in some way or another! Does that mean everyone is a burden!? Hell no, you have to be weak somewhere because you always have room to grow, weakness isn't a burden, it's a path to power!" You counter.

He takes your point into consideration, "You're not wrong, but overcoming the hurdle of weaknesses to strength is not something everyone can accomplish, would a world where the weak aren't culled really a better one?" He asks.

You look away, "I...I couldn't tell you that..." you admit.

"But, at least I can tell you that, just because the world works that way doesn't mean it should! Of that much I'm certain!" you declare.

He seriously considers your argument for a moment before quickly laughing, "What's so damn funny?" you ask.

"You're an interesting boy Derrick. Tell me, why do you seek the title of Hunter?" he asks.

You scratch the back of your head, "A lot of reasons really. I want to save people, hunt down criminals, go on great adventures..." you list off.

You smile wryly, "But the main reason right now, I'm getting money to pay off a debt and start a new life." you answer.

He smiles, "An honest answer, an excellent one as well, honesty is a show of inner strength, so no matter the reason, I fully support you in your fight and hope to see you enter the Hunter association's doors a proud Hunter." he agrees as he extends a hand to you.

You take it with a smile of your own, "It'd be the first thing I'd take pride in years."

"Really, maybe ya can hand some of that pride off to me then. I could use it and maybe a little morphine." A familiar southern drawl meets your ear as you turn back to see Reynauld standing behind you, a pained smile on his face next to a slightly worried Arztz.

You're a little surprised, "You're already standing? I thought you were about to get hospitalized." you state.

"And fail the exam? You daft or dumb Sundance? Few bullet wounds ain't nuthin'." He attempts to stand tall, but his legs get shaky and he nearly falls over.
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Arztz quickly catches him and holds him up, "Jeez, I tried to tell him that he should just come back next year with his injuries, but he refuses to quit!" He states.

Reynauld groans, "You know damn well why I can't quit Casper...I'm so close, nah, we're so close to victory." He counters.

"I respect your strength and resolve Mr.Reynauld, but neither of those things mean anything if you die! Value your life, with your skill, you can always come back and win next year." Arztz advises.

Reynauld laughs, "Living...dying, don't make a difference to me, know what will? Winning." He declares.

Arztz is ready to say something again, but then Netero claps and laughs up a storm, "An excellent response! I see all the applicants this year are of excellent quality. Such strength and bravery in the face of death!" he praises.

"Yes, what bravery and honor from a dying man, but you should take your friend's advice and quit while you're ahead." a new voice enters the fray as you look over to see Nicholas, hands cuffed and a police escort 4 men thick surrounding him as he's about to be stuffed into the patrol car.

Your group turns to meet Nicholas, two hard grimaces and a glare are shot his way.

"Bravery and honor, two words I'd never thought I'd ever hear come of your mouth." you counter.

He laughs, "Funny, berating me and looking at me like filth, you must truly think I'm the bad guy here."

"I know it may sound rich coming from me, but I got two holes in my chest and two friends here who'd say otherwise-" You see a small twinkle in Arztz eyes at the mention of the word 'friends'.

"-And that ain't even counting all the other people you've hurt. You ain't just a bad guy, I'd say you're one of the worst I've ever met. And I'm glad to see you put away." he insults.

He glares at him, "Think yourself triumphant this day, but you have no idea what you've done. By putting me away you've just invited a plague of locust and disease into this city. You've invited death upon this house you madmen." he argues.

"Really? I think by putting you away, I just freed this place from a real plague." you counter.

He scoffs, "Berate me if you like. Think me the greatest monster of them all if it makes you feel better. Bask in the self-satisfaction you feel in putting me away, But mark my words-" he's stuffed into the police car mid-sentence, but he never breaks his glare with you all.

"-With me gone, it won't even take 2 weeks for this city to turn to hell. Murderers, rapists and thieves will fill the streets and good men and women will never know peace. Not without me to keep it." he promises.

What will you say?

>You're deluding yourself, this place will be fine without you

>Even if you're right, there's no way we could let you run free.

>Go silent

>[Write-in]
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>>3323014
>You're deluding yourself, this place will be fine without you
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>>3323014
>[Write-in]
>Not everybody is as corrupt as you, there are still good men like Beige who can save this place
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>>3323028
>>3323038

You know what, I can mix these.

>Writing.
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You grin at him, "Keep yapping man, though I'd drop that messiah complex of yours, won't do you much good in Prison Nicky." You taunt.

"You're not nearly as important as you think you are, this place will be fine with you, and much better without you." you insult.

He glowers with deep rage at you, "Mindless idiot...couldn't understand a damn thing if he tried..." He curses under his breath.

"Call me a fool, but I doubt you really did as much for this city as you think you did." you counter.

"Hell I can bet if I just leave things to Beige, this city will run just fine." You argue.

He grits his teeth, intense rage in his eyes, "Call you a fool? I don't even need to! YOU ARE A FOOL!" he shouts as he thrashes violently.

"Hey! knock that off!" One of the officers shouts as they try and restrain him.

"Do you really think that soft-headed fool will do half the things I've done to save this city!? You can only say that because you won't be around to suffer like the good people here!" he counters.

His rage frees him from the officers grasp, he rushes through the escort thrashing wildly all the way, "What the hell!? Get him down!" One of the officers shouts as he rushes toward you.

"He's going for Sundance, watch out-Ah!" Reynauld attempts to move, but his injury stops him dead in his tracks, he nearly drops to the ground again until Arztz goes to catch him.

This however, leaves you with no one to help you as you Nicholas rushes at you, seething rage in his eyes, his mouth opens wide, clearly intending to bite down at you.

>Roll1d100

>DC: 40
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Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>3323073
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>3323073
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>3323073
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>>3323078
>>3323085
>>3323098

The dice gods roll in our favor I see, a rare, but beloved blessing!

>Rolled 78

>Not today Nicky!
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You dodge his bite swiftly, and on reflex, bring your leg up in a kick that strikes right in his solar plexus, He can't even scream as all the air from his lungs are pushed right up through his throat.

He falls to his knees as his face meets the pavement, "Do you want to die you psycho!? Give up on fighting us already!" you exclaim.

He looks up slowly, nose bloody and spit running down his mouth, but still a clear glare in his eyes, "Y-You scum...cough! You scum are the real monsters...I can't stand you, I absolutely detest you..." he curses as the police haul him from the ground and drag him back to the car.

Even after a brutal strike, he still thrashes around as if he wants to make another go at you, "W-When these streets run red with the blood of innocents, Derrick Holums! Know that it is your hands they will stain!! ALL YOUR HANDS!!" he shouts violently for the whole crowd to hear.

The pure anger and madness in his eyes drives a wedge of fear into your heart, for as much as you wish to deny it, his words have a horrifying amount of truth to them.

Before you're allowed to think on that anymore however, Nicholas is dragged in fully to the patrol car and Jesper comes and slams the door shut on him.

Nicholas brings himself up and pushes his face against the glass as he glares up Jesper as well, "Big words from a man with more blood on his hands than anyone in this whole fucked-up city." He counters much to his silent dismay.

"Cry all you like, doesn't change the truth that you're getting your just desserts. So enjoy a nice slice of humble pie in the back of your nice and comfy state jail cell. I hear they treat pretty boys like you real nicely at state penitentiary." he explains.

Nicholas says something from behind the glass, but no sound escape behind the patrol car door as they drive off into the night.
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Jesper looks back at you, still shaken from Nicholas's curses, warnings and hate.

"Don't give me that face Derrick. Don't tell me you let that mental bastard get to you." he states.

You sigh and attempt to compose yourself, "...Sorry, it's just...he started to sound like he might have had a point there at the end." you explain.

"Are you seriously thinking on a psycho like that's nonsense? You're worrying me." he counters.

"I mean, I didn't take anything he said seriously. But What if he was right about that last part, what if everything turns to hell because he's gone? If anything terrible happens..." you look over to the crowd, among the leering on-lookers, you see concerned mothers and children, men and women caught up in the commotion on their way home from a long day at work.

He waves his hand dismissively, "Don't think about what if's, you're thinking too hard about it, you've done good today, just leave it at that." he states.

"Man's right Sundance...ahhh, ow..." Reynauld once again regains his footing after nearly toppling from the earlier attack.

"Ya think a madman like that got anything named sense? Save yourself the trouble of mulling and just forget 'bout it." he advises.

"You're right...just wondering is all." you say with a lingering sense of worry.

"If you spend all your time wondering about garbage like that, nothing would get done." Jesper declares as he walks up to you.

"Here's something you don't have to wonder about, if you left Nicholas in office, he would have murdered and destroyed the lives of 100s if not 1000s of people with the power he had." he explains as he places a hand on your shoulder.

"You put a down a monster today, you've saved many people in doing so. Stop worrying about that and just have a little pride in yourself. This city will be safer without him." He says in a calming voice.

Those words soothe you some, easing in the worry in your heart slightly, "It's not good to lie Jesper. Even if it's to ease the poor boy's heart." That is, until Netero cuts in, a serious expression on his face.
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"Huh? What does that mean?" you ask of a now silent Jesper.

"Derrick, you're right to worry. As terrible as the man was, his word ring an even worse truth." He answers for him.

"Old man..." Jesper pleads with Netero.

"I have no idea what your attachment with this boy is, but you shouldn't let your feelings cloud your ability to see the consequences of avoiding the truth." He denies.

"...." He goes quiet as his hand falls off your shoulder.

You turn to Netero, "What do you mean Old ma-Netero?" you ask.

He grabs his beard and strokes it slowly as he glances back to city hall, "This is a beautiful city, it has many good people with equally good intentions. However, this city is also sick, plagued." he answers.

"Monsters lurk in the shadows of this beautiful place, beasts hungry for blood and suffering, parasites that will leech off this land until it lays dry and dead." He continues.

"These beasts lurk in darkness, laying hidden under the surface because they feared the retribution of beasts less evil but more vengeful than themselves." He explains as he looks at Nicholas's patrol car speeding away.

"But now that you have exterminated that beast, those monsters will surely leap back into the light, ready to devour everything in sight." He finishes.

"Are you saying that we've opened the flood gates for the scum of this place?" you ask.

He laughs, "If the evil I sense in this place is as real as I think it is, what you've brought isn't a flood, but a tsunami."

Jesper puts his foot down, "And so? Are you saying we should have let a ruthless monster like Nicholas free, just cause he scared more shitty people than himself away? Sorry, but I'm damn sure you aren't stupid enough to think that."

He shakes his head, "Of course not. I never said that Nicholas should have been spared his punishment, I only said that you shouldn't dismiss the truth of his words." he answers.

He raises a finger to Jesper, "This place hasn't been saved from anything. Don't act like Nicholas was the disease, when he was simply one of the symptoms." He declares.

You lower your head, "So putting that bastard away didn't accomplish anything. If anything, it just made things that much worse, god damn it..." you groan.
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"Unfortunately true boy, you will come to know this world is filled with all kinds of unfair suffering. It's rife with situations where someone will suffer no matter what you do-" He stops for a moment to point ahead.

"However, even in this city plagued with Darkness, there's always the chance for redemption."He declares as Zarques passes by, his head lowered sadly to the ground, that is, until he sees your group standing near.

He rises his head up and talks to his escort, "Uh, sorry boys, I know I'm being hauled off to the slammer and all, but do you mind if I talk to those guy? Won't take more than a second." He begs.

The police escort stops and gives a Zarques a hard look before turning over to you, "Well, you feel like talking to this bastard?" One of the gruffer, taller officers ask.

What will you say?

>Go ahead

>Send him away
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>>3323177
>>Go ahead
>Go ahead
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>>3323177
>Go ahead
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>>3323185
>>3323191

>Go ahead
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"Yeah, bring him over." you agree.

The police officer nods to his fellow officers, who separate and allow Zarques a little space to approach you, "Don't even try and run shitbag, you won't even have time to count the number of holes you get in your back." The officer threatens.

"Wasn't planning on it, sheesh, have a little faith will ya officer?" He laughs confidently walks over to you.

However, as soon as he gets within personal distance of you, his bright confidence dims and his eyes begin to wander all over the place as he speaks.

"So, uh...yeah. This was a real clusterfuck? Am I right guys?" He asks with a laugh.

You give a knowing smile, "You got that right. Didn't expect to be standing outside city hall, putting people in chains and throwing'em in jail." you agree.

Reynauld laughs, "'Speically not a politician, forget expectin' I'd never even dream of pulling that off most days."

He laughs softly, "Yeah, yeah...yeah..." He says as a new emotion takes over his voice and he looks down to the floor.

"...." you say nothing as you begin to hear sniffles and the sound of soft weeping enter Marrion's voice.

"Listen man...Listen...Thanks...Sniff...Seriously, thank you..." he says through his strained voice.

He looks up from the floor and you see the streams of tears running down his face, "I know! I know it don't mean much from a-a murdering piece of shit like myself to thank you guys! But I want to say it! Thank you!" He shouts.

"Thank you putting this madness to an end! For bringing peace to my life!" he exclaims as he can no longer hold his tears of gratitude and sorrow.

What will you say?

>I didn't do this help you or save you, if you're really grateful, repent in prison

>Happy to help you, but I hope you learn to be a better person behind bars.

>Glad to help, you really don't deserve to be put away like this.

>[Write-in]
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>>3323212
>Happy to help you, but I hope you learn to be a better person behind bars.
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>>3323212
>Happy to help you, but I hope you learn to be a better person behind bars.
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>>3323218
>>3323237

>Learn to be a better person behind bars.

>Writing.
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You give an awkward smile, "Happy to see this incident won't haunt you forever, but that doesn't mean you're getting away scot-free."

"You're going to pay for your crimes, you know what would show me real gratitude? Becoming a better person after serving your time." you state.

He nods quickly, splashing tears and snot all over the payment, "Of course man! I'll be better! I'll try and be-be just like you all!" he exclaims.

You're taken aback, "L-Like us?" you question.

he brings his face up, a swamp of snot and tears covers his face, but even so, a bright smile shines through, "Hell yeah! Cause-Cause, you've got to be the best guys I know! Seriously, thank you all!!" he shouts.

"Ah...thanks..." is all you can say, (Jeez, when you make a face like that, It makes me almost want to comfort you, though I know you'd hate that...) you think as you scratch the back your head.

"Your welcome, I'm glad at least someone is happy about this." Arztz's smiles.

He wipes his eyes awkwardly with the chains on, "Yeah...Yeah! I'm so relived! It was 4 long years! This horrible nightmare went on for 4 years and it's finally over! It feels like...It really feels like I've been freed of a hell of a curse..." he says with a smile that cuts through his tears.

Reynauld laughs, "That's funny coming from a guy that's heading to jail right about now."

He laughs, "Yeah, I know it's sounds real fucking stupid, but I'm fine with spending 20 years behind bars as long as I know a bright shining world is waiting for me outside. You gave that to me man, the hope to live on, you reminded me I have a family to go back to. A home to return to!" he states.

The tears stop flowing as he gives a heart-warming smile, "You taught me that even hopeless dumbasses like me can have a future if they want to! And for that, I'll always be thankful to you!" he exclaims.

"....." you all don't know what to say.

The gruff police officer looks over and with a sigh, he comes behind Zarques and pulls him away, "Times up shitbag, get in the car." while his words are harsh, there's a new gentleness to his tone and demeanor, he isn't being nearly as rough with Zarques as before.
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He turns his back to you as he's being escorted, "This'll probably be the last time I get to see you, so I just wanted to tell you that before I was put away." He says as he gets put into the back seat of the police car.

He looks back at you one last time as the door closes and from behind the utters one simple word, one you can't hear, but you can certainly feel it.

"Thanks." He says one last time as he drives off into the night.
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"....." You go quiet, utterly dumbfounded by that encounter.

As the spectacle comes to an end and the crowd begins to disperse, leaving only your group, Jesper and the twins, the a few of the police still questioning Bill and Will the security guards and Netero, who smiles innocently at your reactions.

"Left speechless aren't you boy? Not used to being thanked like that?" he asks.

"...Nope. Not at all." you answer.

Reynauld tips his hat, "Haven't seen a smile that heartfelt in all my years...have to say, much better than a sneer."

Arztz's happiness is almost palpable, "Ahhhh, loving words and heartfelt smiles like that are why I continue to draw breath. Just yet another reason why life is so beautiful..."

"As long as people like that inhabit this city, there will always be away to endure the suffering, for good people are strong people. And the strong always find a way to smile, even when confronted with dark days ahead." he declares.

Netero's smile falls to a frown, "However..." he looks over to the starry night sky, "I don't feel such positive aura coming from this place. I'm afraid this city might just be devoid of good hearts. Steeped in far too much darkness to truly seek redemption." he states.

"Are you saying this place can't be saved, even with people like Zarques around? That ain't fair..." you complain.

"Life often isn't. But accepting that and living strong regardless is yet another sign of strength-"

Before Netero has a chance to finish his lesson, Jesper stomps the ground cutting him off.

"Enough with your parables and pearls of wisdom old man, you can shove them up your crusty ass if you love'em so much." he states.

Netero looks over to Jesper, enthralled rather than displeased with his sudden insult, "Now what this? It's rare of to get this fed up with me Jesper, did I say something to upset you?" He asks in a playful voice.

It's subtle, but you notice him bite down on his cigarette a little, "Damn right you did and you know damn well what you said." he states.

Netero laughs devilishly, "Oh really? Sorry, this old, dusty brain of mine seems to have gone a little senile, mind reminding me of what I said?" he asks.
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Jesper pulls out the mashed cigarette from his mouth and speaks, "You love to make everything seem so damn hopeless by spouting off on all sorts unnecessary crap. 'Oh the darkness underneath this', 'Oh the beasts of shadows there' and the other vague crap you love to spew." He answers.

He drops the cigarette to the floor and stamps it out, "Bottom-line is this, right? If the city turns to shit, I'll fix this fuck-up. Simple." he declares.

Netero looks entertained, "You're taking responsibility for anything that happens here? You're willing to brave the darkness of this land?" he asks.

"I just told you to drop the dumb metaphors and for your information yes, as much as I hate extra-work, this case was my responsibility and I'll take on all the consequences with it." he answers.

"...." you go quiet as you absorb what you've just heard, (Damn, for a guy that loves to act like the laziest bastard around, he sure is quick to take on strenuous jobs.) you think.

(It's pretty damn amazing he can make massive decisions like clearing a city of all it's crime and corruption so causally and mean it too, I guess that's what it means to be a Hunter of such high-class, doing outrageous things is causal for you now.) you reason.

(Technically, I also played a big part in this investigation even if I was kinda forced to do it, making this my responsibility too. But does that mean I'd be willing to make a promise as massive as that? And keep it too?) you ask yourself.

What will you do?

>Tell Jesper you wish to help

>Stay quiet and move on.
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>Tell Jesper you wish to help
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>>3323302
>Tell Jesper you wish to help
We've got experience with this
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>>3323329

>City clean-up time!

>Writing.
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https://youtu.be/vh566UB5fYs

You smile, "Hold it there, what do you think you're doing stealing all the good lines for yourself." you cut in.

"Huh/Hm?" Jesper gives a surprised look while Netero hums in entertained curiosity.

You point to yourself, "If there's one thing I'm good at, it's fixing fuck-ups and trust me, I know cause I've made a ton." you declare.

"Tell me about it." Reynauld says as you shoot him a stink eye.

"So what's one more? I'm taking some responsibility too and helping clean up this place!" you declare.

Everyone is astonished, even Jesper actually looks a little blown away, "Well damn Sundance, always got to be the damn hero, don't ya?" Reynauld smiles.

"I knew you were a kind person, but to think you had such bravery as well! My respect for you grows by the second." Arztz praises.

"Hohohohoho! Jesper! Where'd you find this boy!? He's gets more fun by the minute!" Netero laughs.

He adjusts his glasses and speaks, "I don't think I need to bother explaining how big a promise you're making there right? You've already seen how dangerous and stomach turning this shit can get. It's not a job that you should take lightly." he warns.

You wave your hand, "This was the kind of stuff I wanted to join the Association for in the first place! I'm getting my license soon enough and so whether you want it or not, I'm taking this case on!" you declare.

Netero grins from ear to ear at you as Jesper shakes his head, "Say no more boy! I just adore people willing to take on great challenges at the drop of at hat." He praises as he pats you on the back, it hurts like hell.

"If you-oh nevermind that- when you pass this exam, any files pertaining to this job will land first on your desk. You have my guarantee!" He gives you a thumbs up.

Jesper sighs, "Don't say I didn't warn you kid. By god..." he sounds exasperated, but he can't help but smile, "You're such a dumb brat...just like him..." He whispers something under his breath.

"What?" you ask as you don't hear.

"Nothing kid. If you're so damn sure, I'll be counting on you when the time comes alright?" He extends a hand.

You grab it heartily, "I told you already, it's not kid, it's Derrick. It's not a name you'll forget anytime soon." you declare.

He smiles, "Got me there ki-Derrick, in exchange for your help, I'll try and teach you the ropes when you get into the association."he promises.
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"You don't need to teach me anything, I'm doing this cause I want to-"

He holds a finger up, "Don't even finish that sentence, I hate people who reject nice things cause of pride or not wanting to bother people." he states.

He then points at you, "I don't want you saying I owe you something down the line." He then drops that hand on your shoulder, "So just take my help you dumb bastard." he declares.

You smile, "Okay then, thanks man."

He smiles back, "Don't mention it."

You spend a few moments like this, sharing a moment of happiness with one another, something Jesper seems quite foreign to with his life-style.

>Mentor gained!* Jesper Mysercough the [Blind Libra]: [1/4] [0/200 Experience gained till next tier]

*Mentoring is explained in more depth in the combat rules, but as a quick refresher, you're capable of learning the traits of other characters whom you've formed a relationship.

There are also certain characters who are dedicated mentors, who will train you in addition to teaching you their traits. Jesper is one such mentor, as well as people like Damon.

You can gain [Experience] to the next tier by using your free time periods to spend some time training with your mentor, however, bare in mind that you can only have a single mentor at any one time and you will have to break your current mentor-ship to gain a new one.

Also know that any one character can only have 10 traits active in combat, exceeding that amount will require you to forget another.

This isn't permanent, but if I were to explain why, this tutorial post would take too damn long, so I'll save you the trouble by telling you to go read the damn Mang- I mean- Combat rules.

"Awww, how sweet, he got him to smile again! You have to teach us how you do that someday, my blonde Goody-two shoes!" This genuine, peaceful moment is interrupted by Ami, whose voice you hear coming from below you.

"Huh? What the-!?" you look down to see her crouched down underneath you, her head in her hands as she looks at the both of you with a big smile on her face.

You dodge back on reflex, "Oh come on! If you held that longing stare just a little he just might have fallen in love with you!" Ami complains.

You shake your head as you clear the panic from your head, "How the hell do you keep appearing out of nowhere like that! It's seriously getting annoying!" you complain.

Jesper sighs and goes back to his usual dour and sour demeanor, "Think it's annoying now? Just imagine having these two parasites following you around all day, harping in your ears non-stop." he complains.

"I can't, my brains would splattered on the floor before I suffered that hell." You state.

"I wish I had the luxury of killing myself..." he sighs.

"Oh please sir, we both know you just love having us around." Sheldon states as he walks out from behind Jesper like he had been there the whole time.
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He then leans on his shoulder, "Things would be so dull and deary without our constant optimism and joy to bring light to your life. That's why you keep us around isn't it?" he asks.

He brushes him off and speaks, "I keep you both around because you can get into place even I can't. If wasn't for that annoying ability of yours to get in anywhere, I'd have you two reassigned ages ago-"

Before he can open his mouth to put out another compliant, Sheldon puts another cigarette into his open mouth and he reflexively grabs it with his mouth, shutting it.

Ami then appears with a flame pre-lit, "Yes, yes sir. We find that coy act of yours cute too. We just love how you think you hate us." She says as she lights him up.

He puffs angrily, "You think I'm being coy?" he asks.

"Well, maybe you are being serious, considering you're trying so hard to replace us!" Sheldon complains.

His eyebrow arches, "Excuse me?" he asks.

Ami gives him a knowing look, "Whaattt? You think we don't what you're doing? throwing out all these cool lines, putting out these big promises. Oh come on Boss, you couldn't be making it more obvious." She states.

"I don't like the insinuations going on here." He counters.

"But we aren't insinuating a thing Sir! You'd never put this much effort into speaking unless you wanted something and I think we all know what it is!" Sheldon argues.

"Enlighten me." he orders, a tinge of anger in his voice.

They spin in unison and point towards you, "It's clear you want bring our Blonde Rookie here into the Division!" They declare.

"Huh? Division?" you ask.

Netero chimes in, "The Hunter association has recently adopted a more bureaucratic approach to organization building, not by any choice of mine mind you." he explains.

"Us of the Terror Hunting persuasion, are a part of the Crime-Hunting division! We deal with major crimes and terror incidents that require extensive investigation and threat extermination!" Sheldon adds.

You give a curious look, "Really? Sounds right up my alley, what other divisions are there?" you ask.

Netero wags his finger at you, "Don't get ahead of yourself boy. You'll get that kind of info when you earn your licence. We don't hand that kind of info to regular civilians." he states.

That gets on your nerves a little, "Alright, let's see how long you can call me that, next test is the final I have yet to fail!" you challenge.

"Speaking a which, shouldn't we be driving out now? We're already late ain't we?" Reynauld asks.
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Netero laughs, "Ohhhh, extremely so! I was just so caught in our talk that I didn't want to end anytime soon."

Jesper pull out his car key and makes his car beep to find it's location, "Give me a break old man, that means that group of idiots of from earlier are still waiting aren't they? Let's get over there already." he demands as he begins to walk off.

You're ready to walk off, that is, until Reynauld taps you on the shoulder, "Hey Sundance, you keep our promise?" he asks.

You give a confused look as you don't really remember what's he talking about, that is until he points back to the Bill and Will who are getting ready to head back inside the city hall building.

It's then you remember exactly what he's talking about, "Oh yeah...sorry, I didn't have time to pull it off." you apologize.

He smiles, "Well why don't you make good on it now? I'll take left, you go right." he orders.

What will you do?

>Damn right man

>Just drop it man.
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>Damn right man
He DID save us
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>A promise Kept.

>Writing.
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You show him a devious smile as you turn to others, "Hey, guys. Can you hold on a sec?" you ask as they all stop in their tracks.

"What is it now?" Jesper asks, clearly impatient.

"Oh nuthin' major, just got somethin' to say them guards back there." he says pointing over to Bill and Will, "Won't even take a second." he declares as you both start walking over to them.

Arztz quickly steps in-front of you, the look of a mother ready to scold two naughty children on his face, "And what exactly are you planning on saying to our guard friends?" he asks.

"We just want to thank'em for keeping safe and...all that." Reynauld states.

"Yeah, yeah, I mean, they put through all those security checks and told us all those amazing jokes, we just want to show some gratitude." You add.

Arztz's grows more annoyed at your clearly false statements, "Mr.Reynauld, Mr.Derrick, I beg of you, live and let live." he pleads.

Reynauld smiles, "'Course Casper! I ain't got no grudges 'gasint them folks, I really just want to have quick chat is all!" He says as he grips at his bandages.

You give the smile of an angel, "We just want to show some appreciation for everything we've been through together! Come on, it will nothing major! We promise!" you say as the memories of being harassed by them flow like a river through your mind.

Arztz knows you're lying, but the also knows there's no stopping you as he sighs and walks out of the way, "Just...don't be too rough about it." he asks.

The angelic smiles you flashed turn devilish as you walk forward, "Please Casper, have some faith, Me and Sundance here, we're always gentle and tender bout things."

"Yeah, let's show them what tenderness looks like." you say as you approach the chatting guards.
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As you two encroach, you hear a Bill and Will conversing about tales of the past.

"-So after she was done screaming 'oh Willy! I want you to clean my pipes all night long!', that's when the door opened and Tom saw me buried so deep in his wife he'd think we were conjoined genitalia twins." Will explains.

"Holy shit, I can't believe you actually fucked your boss's wife, what the hell were you thinking?" Bill asks.

"He was a fucking dick, well, he was to me anyway, clearly his wife had a different opinion considering the washing machine got her wetter than he did." he answers.

"And that's how you got fired from your plumbing job?" he asks.

"Yep! Then I got picked up by this place and that's how we became partners!" he exclaims.

"So I'm stuck with your dumbass because you couldn't help but clean your boss's wife pipes out? My god you're a piece of shit." he insults.

"Give me a fucking break Bill. Besides she certainly enjoyed taking a spin on Willy's wild ride-Oh hey guys!" He cuts his gloating off mid-sentence as he notices you beside them.

"....." Neither of you say a word back.

"Ah, it's you two. Thanks for clearing up this mess, really means a lot." Bill commends.

"Right...Glad to help." you answer simply.

"I can't believe Nicholas was nothing more than a criminal himself...really drains my faith in humanity." Bill complains.

"Also drains your wallet! You owe 10,000 Jenny for being right about your idol being an asshole!" Will demands.

"You'll get your money next paycheck, don't worry, I won't forget." he answers.

"That's 2 weeks from now! And you always say that shit when you lose a bet and you never pay! Cheapstake!" he accuses.

"At least I don't go around fucking other people wives. What kind of shit-bag does that anyway? Screwing someone else's lover." He asks.

"Ain't my fault! People should fuck their wives better so I don't have to!" Will counters.

"Gentlemen, I have a question for ya'll." Reynauld shuts down the two's argument down before it really heats up.

"Huh? What is it?" Bill asks.

"Tell me, what'd ya have for lunch this afternoon?" Reynauld asks.

They both look at each other, very confused, "What we had for lunch? Uhhhhhh...I think it might have been a ham sandwich...I think?" Will guesses.

"Lunch was what? 6 hours ago? We've working all night thanks to this incident, We can't remember something like that." Bill answers.

You feel a twitch in your knuckles, "Oh really? Want us to help you jog your memories?" you ask.
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Will laughs, "How the hell are you gonna do that? Put an xray on our stomachs and see what shows up?" he asks.

"Nah..." Reynauld trails off as you see him clench his fist, "But you'll be needing some xrays done when we're done with ya." he declares.

"Huh?" Is the last thing both guards utter before yours and Reynauld's fist drive hard into their stomachs.

You grinding your fist into Bill's gut and Reynauld almost boring a hole into Will's.

Your brutal gut-shot sends Bill to the floor, holding his stomach, he nearly faints from the excruciating pain as he kneels down to the pavement.

Reynauld's punch is far worse however, Will arches back from the pain and holds his mouth to contain the torrent of pinkish-green bile and vomit comes pouring out.

"Well what do you know. Ya really did have ham for lunch, maybe some corn too!" Reynauld grins as Will falls unconscious, half-drowning in a puddle of his own barf.

Bill starts laughing despite still doubling over from the pain of your punch, "H-Hahaha...good one cowboy...Eat shit Will..."

"You going soft on me Sundance? Why is that boah still conscious?" He asks.

"If I hit him any harder he wouldn't wake up again, I'm fine with being charged with assault, but not murder." you answer.

"Don't worry about the assault charges...just for knocking the shit out of Will, I'll take this love tap for free." He says as he struggles back up to his feet.

"Well it all works out then. What about Will though?" you ask.

Bill picks him up and walks down the street, "Ah, I'll just tell him he got shit-faced on the job again and everything was just some drunken fantasy, I mean, that gut-shot felt like a shot of vodka with the added kick of the bottle it came from to your head. I doubt he'll remember any of this." He explains.

"Surprised you're fine with your friend being beat down like this." Reynauld comments.

"Who the hell said we were friends? If you weren't going to knock his ass flat, I was." he says as he hauls Will's vomit covered body away.

"Have a goodnight stooges." Reynauld states.

"Goodnight...assholes." Bill grumbles as he heads off down the street.

You and Reynauld do a jumping high-five for a successful mission, but when Reynauld tries to jump, he nearly faints from the pain, so you instead opt for a fist bump.
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You then walk back to the group, grins on your faces and pep in your step, that is, until you see the annoyed face of Arztz in front of you.

"You two..." His voice sounds as if he's verbally shaking his head at you.

"Oh come on Casper! You know they deserved it! Hell, where I come from, just hucking up your lunch after you piss an outlaw like me off is getting off lucky!" Reynauld counters.

"What happened to polite goodbyes after a quick chat?" he asks.

"Well, it was polite at the beginning...oh who am I kidding, it was never polite at all." you answer.

"Was definitely quick though! That didn't even take 3 minutes to sort out!" Reynauld says proudly.

The frown Arztz flashes can't decide whether it's more annoyed or disappointed, "I can't believe the two of you are so childish... I'm quite disappointed, I expect much better from you two." he states.

The look on his face cuts at your heart a bit, "Hey now, if it wasn't for those assholes back there, I wouldn't have nearly gotten my head blown off and Reynauld would down two holes in his stomach! They deserved what they got." you counter.

"It's not like they made the rules, they just follow them. By that logic, you should beat up the entire security staff." he argues.

Reynauld laughs, "Not a bad idea Casper, maybe I will pay all these bastards a visit after the exam's over, remind the lot of them why they needed the security in the first place." He says as he struts past Arztz.

"Mr.Reyanuld...to think you were so petty..." Arztz follows along with an deeply disappointed look on his face.

The three of you chat until you re-join the Jesper and Netero, "You bunch satisfied now? Ready to get going?" Jesper asks, clearly very impatient.

"Yeah, sorry, just had to shine our knuckles real quick in preparation for the rest of the Exam." You joke.

Jesper looks a little curious, but quickly loses interest, "Uh-huh. Well whatever, let's just get moving already..." Jesper says as he leads the way to his car.

You all begin your short walk to find Jesper's car which is parked a little ways down the road, as you walk, a question pops into your head, (I wonder why Jesper is so insistent on me joining him in his division? Why hasn't he asked Arztz or Reynauld? They seem more suited for the job then me...) you wonder.

(Plus that thing he whisper under his breath, you're just like him, he switched topics quick when I asked him about that...) you notice.

What will you do?

>Question him

>Travel silently.
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>>3323458
>Question him
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>>3323467

>Pose the question.

>Writing.
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(Well, why sit around and think about it when I can just ask the man himself.) you decide as you speak.

"Jesper, Quick question." you call to him.

"Hm?" he turns his head a little acknowledge you.

"Why do you want to join your division exactly?" you ask.

He's quiet to your question, so quiet you think for a moment he didn't hear you, you ready yourself to ask again until he speaks up, "Because you're a good detective, I can tell." he answers.

You give him a doubtful look, "In that case, why don't you want these two joining?" you point to Reynauld and Arztz, "They helped with the investigation just as much as I did. Maybe even more." you counter.

"Well I can see why he wouldn't want me joining, Usually I'm the one getting investigated, I'd be more a problem than anythin' else," Reynauld quips.

"But I gotta agree Pinkerton, why only Sundance, Capser there seems a better fit." Reynauld agrees.

"...." He goes quiet again.

"If you're looking for answers look no further!" Sheldon exclaims catching Jesper's attention.

"You know the truth Sheldon?" you ask.

"Well, I may not know the truth, but I have an excellent theory! I believe it has something to do with Sir's past!" he exclaims to Ami's dismay.

"His past?" you question.

"Uhhh, Sheldon, I'd advise you to say no more, that's a topic best left private..." Ami says, her eyes shifting to an emotionless Jesper as she begins to lag behind her brother.

"Oh Ami dearest, to me, there is no such thing as private topics! Truths are meant to be told! Only lies hide behind a wall of deceit! So I will tell the truth, loud and proud." He turns and points to you.

"I suspect the reason he wants you to join is because you remind him of his-"

click. "Hey." you hear a familiar clicking sound as Jesper interrupts Sheldon and catches his attention.

"Hmmmm?" He hums.

BANG
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The sound of a gun firing is so fast that your brain barely even has time to react, you all stop dead in your tracks and go silent as you process what just happened.

"...Huh?" after a moment, your brain finally catches up and you see a strange scene, the smoking barrel of a Glock 37, Sheldon his entire upper-body bent back, not a hair on his head disturbed and a single bullet hole wedged into the city hall wall.

"...." The entire periphery is silent as they try and figure out what just happened.

(...When did he pull that gun out?) is your first question, despite looking at both Jesper and Sheldon the entire time, you never saw the moment the trigger was pulled, or even when the gun was first pulled out, you only saw the aftermath.

(Wait, before that, did Jesper just try and kill Sheldon? And how did Sheldon dodge that?) questions begin to really pile up as you think on the fraction of a second that just went by.

"Don't speak another word for the rest of the night." Jesper orders of Sheldon.

"...." He silently readjusts himself upward again, his usual smile no where to be seen.

"If I hear you utter a single word, hell, a single fucking syllable more, I won't warn you the next time I pull the trigger." He threatens.

Instead of speaking, he simply nods his head in response and proceeds to bow in apology, "Good, now for once in your goddamn life, listen to me when I say shut your mouth." he orders as he continues walking forward

Sheldon moves forward with him, so silent that even his footsteps seem to be toned down as to not disturb anyone, "Jeez, that's why I warned you to stop..." Ami whispers as she continues ahead too.

The three of you as well as Netero linger however, Reynauld is the first to speak, "So...any of us got the balls to ask what that was?" He asks.

"Unless you want them gelded via gunshot, I would say no." Arztz answers.

"Jesper...he still hasn't gotten past it has he..." Netero whispers in a pained voice.

"Sounds like you know something Netero? Mind sharing?" you ask.

He shakes his head, "Do you believe I have the right to share a story that the man himself doesn't want to? You know the answer to that already boy." He states.

"Right..." you expected as much.

"Besides, even if I was such a fervent gossip, Jesper would simply aim that pistol at me if I dared speak a word. leave it alone for now young warriors, the tale isn't yours to hear." he declares as he walks ahead, joining Jesper.

Reynauld tips his hat and walks along as well, "Say no more, where I come we have a saying A man's secret is only worth the brass and blood it takes to keep it, and frankly, I'm good on brass and I can do without anymore blood." He states.

"I'm tired of treating gunshot wounds, let's just move on for now..." Arztz agrees as he presses forward.

"...." you say nothing as you head down the street, everyone quiet as death, the air tense and thick with worry and caution.
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No one dare make a sound, all afraid of angering Jesper.

( I remind him of someone? Who? An old partner or something?) you ask of yourself as you don't dare ask the man himself.

(...I can't guess, I haven't known him for longer than a few hours at best and I sure as hell ain't getting the chance to socialize, not that he's very sociably) you realize.

But even so, you can't help but stare at Jesper, smoke trail thick behind him and look of pure annoyance on his face, or perhaps it's anger? Or perhaps it's sadness? or perhaps it's regret? Or perhaps it's apathy?

You can't tell, you don't think anyone can tell. Behind those two shaded windows he hangs over his eyes an infinite number of possible feelings lie, but not one of them can be confirmed.

Soon you all reach the car and head out on an equally silent drive towards the airport, all the while, you're left wondering what Jesper is really feeling.

They say eyes are the windows to one's heart, but if that's true, does that mean Jesper is always wearing those glasses of his to hide his heart away?

Or perhaps his heart simply grew too shady to be seen clearly anymore?

It's anyone's guess.
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Two hours later...

Time: January 20, 2000, Sunday, 12:28 PM.

Location: Zenla Region, Denlanzanpai Airport, departure runway strip.

"Okay, is it bigger than a breadbox?" Bradford questions as he looks up to the starry night sky with bored and fading interest in the starlight as he relaxes, cross-legged in the grass.

"No." Dillion answers with clear impatience and annoyance as he clacks his high-class loafers against the runway asphalt, staring at the far-away runway gate.

SNORRRREEEE denoting the duo's statements comes a deafening snore resounding from Brovoski, who lies spread across the runway grass, the noise of the giants ghastly nasal emissions makes tuning out the painful reality that the 3 have been stuck waiting for the last 6 hours for the arrival of Derrick's group.

Forcing the two who remain awake to play games, since there's no way they can sleep or wake the sleeping giant next to them.

"Okay, is it smaller than a Japponese Elephant?" Bradford asks again.

Dillion looks back at him with astonishment, "What kind of idiotic question is that? I'm not gracing such a irrelevant question with an answer. " He denies.

Bradford looks down in anger, "Don't give me that shit! Do you not know how to play 20 fucking questions you stuck-up rich dickhole!? Answer the fucking question!" he shouts.

"First off, I'm quite sure there are no Elephants in Jappon, second, The question is too stupid for me to dare waste my time answering it." he answers.

"You don't know shit about Elephants rich boy! Just answer the fucking question so we can move on!" Bradford counters.

"What I should be asking is which one of your brain cells went haywire and caused you to jump from a breadbox to an elephant?" he asks.

SNORRRREEEE another resounding snore, further annoying Dillion as Bradford shouts on.

"This is the fucking process man! I want to establish a range of size! How the hell else I am supposed to guess what you're thinking!?" he asks.

"By using the two things you lack, basic reasoning and guessing ability, comparing a bread box to an elephant is both unreasonable and not even the most mentally underdeveloped chimps would guess I'm thinking about an elephant." Dillion insults.

"Well why the fuck aren't you thinking about Elephants!? Elephants fucking rock!" Bradford counters.
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"Your opinions on Elephants don't matter. The dimensions of the two things you just described aren't even on the same size spectrum, it'd be asinine to compare the two." Dillion counters.

"Wait, wait, wait! You used a bunch big words there but I think I get it!" Bradford declares.

"Oh really? Do humor me." Dillion asks.

"So what you're saying is...That a breadbox is way bigger than an elephant?" He asks.

Dillion stares at Bradford for a moment, pure confusion in his eyes, "...When I said humor me, I didn't mean tell me a joke, especially not such a terrible one." He states

"Do I fucking look like I'm joking shit-for-brains!? I'm dead fucking serious here!" he exclaims.

Dillion cranes his head at Bradford as if he's staring at some sub-human lifeform with numerous mental disabilities, "Mr.Telfour...you do know what a breadbox is...right?" he asks with great uncertainty.

Bradford shrugs, "Being honest, I got no fucking idea actually! The hell even is a breadbox anyway! Is it a box made of bread? What dumbass would make that shit anyway! It'd go stale and moldy in like a week and no would use it!" he answers.

SNORRRREEEE another offending emission, driving Dillion's annoyance to further heights.

He throws his hands in the air in frustration and turns away, "Oh no, god no! I'm done. I'm done with you. Stop speaking." he states.

"Hey what the fuck!? I haven't even given my goddamn answer yet!" he states.

"No. No. No. I've had enough of dealing with your garbage game of 20 questions and your clear sub-20 IQ."

"Oh you motherfucker! You always get like this the second you start losing the game! Don't give up just cause you don't know how to answer a question!" He counters.

"Losing the game? The only thing I'm losing is brain matter since I'm dealing with a man who's so mentally deficit that he'd fail special needs test on a curve!" he counters.

"Hey man! Curves are super hard to draw! We can't all be artists you know!" He argues.
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Dillion turns back to sneer at Bradford's utter stupidity for a moment before turning away, "Nope. No. I refuse. I'm not wasting time and energy on you anymore. No matter what you say, I'm just going to say No now in response." he declares.

"What the fuck man! At least finish the goddamn game! I'm so bored!!" He starts kicking at the air like a child.

"No." he answers.

"Don't be like that man! Here, I bet I can figure it out even if all you say is no!" he bets.

"Stop speaking." He answers.

"Is it shorter than Skyscraper?" he asks.

"No."

"Is it thinner than a 300-pound woman?"

"No."

"Can we pull it out?"

"No"

Bradford claps in confirmation, "I've got! You're thinking about the stick up your ass!" he declares.

"No-Excuse me?" He stumbles over his words.

"Cause the only thing taller than a skyscraper and thicker than a 300-pound bitch is that stick up your ass!"He laughs.

"...." Dillion goes silent in rage and astonishment at Bradford's vulgarity.

"What, stunned silent by my pure genius!? Yeah, don't worry, most people are! Don't be sad, it just means I'm smarter than you is all!" Bradford exclaims in victory with a proud look on his face.

SNORRRREEEE Dillion's eyes begin to twitch rapidly as another ear-drum destroying snore rolls out and Dillion begins reaching for his gun, the only thing keeping him from pulling it out and shooting is the indecision of deciding whether to shoot himself or Bradford.

WHIRRRRRRRR However, before any bullets start flying, a car pulls in through the gate and enters the air-field.

Brovoski jumps awake at the entrance of the vehicle, "Hm? Wha-Oh, it time for move on?" he asks.

"Oh bless the stars, a few seconds more I would have painted this entire air-field red." Dillion breathes a sigh of relief as your group exits from the car.

"How the hell were you gonna do that!? I don't see any cans of paint around here!" Bradford counters as he gets up and begins to rush toward the car.

Dillion sneers at him as he passes by, "Yes, that's probably because you huffed them all." he says as he walks towards your group as well.
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As the other group approaches, you assess the location, you stand in the middle of a long run-way with grass patches all along the way to separate the roads.

To your left, you see a air-ship, active and waiting on runway, it's flight doors open.

"Welcome to Denlanzanpai, the airport of Zaban that's got a 1st in everything: 1st in the country, 1st-class flights and 1st in delayed flights." Jesper announces.

Arztz admires the area, "Ahhh, the lights of the runway shine like the lights in the sky, what a beautiful building, I just love airports..."

"Well I guess some of us have to cause I can't stand'em, man weren't meant to fly like pigeons in the skies, just the thought of it gets me sick." he states.

"You say that, but what you really mean is you've got a fear of heights don't you?" You question.

A nervous shock runs down his spine as you call him out, "N-Naw, I ain't afraid of no heights, I ain't afraid a nuthin, just pissed off at all you city-slickers for admiring these modern do-hickies." He denies.

You nod with a knowing look on your face, "Uh-huh, got it. Well at least we're finally here, that was a long-ass drive..." you say as you stretch your tired muscles.

"Are you looking to become a scribe? Because you just took the words right out of my mouth." Dillion asks as he and Bradford approach.

Reynauld tips his hat at the two, "Ahhh, money-bags and gang, glad to see you're happy to see us, cause I can't say the same for you." He taunts.

"Oh trust me, I'm as happy to see you as I am to swallow a bag of burning coals. What took you all so long?" he asks.

Jesper scratches the back of his head, "Yeah about that...sorry, I kept them to help me do some extra work, nothing exam related, so don't worry about it." He answers.

"So we've been waiting here for your dumbasses for 6 hours for no reason!?" Bradford complains.

"Nothing happens without a reason boy, you simply lack the foresight to see it." Netero answers.

"Huh? Which fucking retirement home did you break out of old man!? Who are you!? " Bradford asks.

Dillion gasps and takes a step back as he see Netero, "W-Wait! Are you, Isaac Netero!? Chairman of the Hunter Association!?" he asks.

"I've had many titles, that one seems to be most common." He answer.

Bradford does a double-take upon hearing those words, "Chairman!? This old fogey!? The fuck are you talking about!?" he asks.

"Quiet You damn fool! Show some respect, if we pass this exam, this man will be our leader and employer for the duration of our lives! He's one of the well-respected martial artist and greatest fighters this world has ever known!" Dillion asks.

Brovoski rubs the sleep from his eyes as he yawns and speaks, "What, Chairman? This is our new boss?" he asks.
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Bradford shakes him off, "Greatest figher!? Our leader!? The fuck!? You telling me this scarwny, dying sack of meat is going to be my boss!? Stop feeding me bullshit man, you're not a good liar!" He laughs.

Dillion bows his head to Netero, "Oh it's pointless to try and get you to understand! It's an honor to meet you Mr.Chairman! I've wanted a chance to talk face to face with you like this! My Father holds such great respect for you he even opened a clothing line in your name!" he greets.

Netero seems confused by what he means for a moment before figuring it out, "Oh! Are you the son of Theodore Dillion?" he asks.

"Yes! My Father says great things about you often, in-fact, you're half the reason I even wish to become a hunter Sir!" he answers.

Netero looks nostalgic upon hearing those words, "Ahhh, now I see, it's nice to see he had a such a proud and respectful son. It's an honor to have the contributions your father gives to the Hunter Organization, much our current equipment was designed by your company." he praises.

Dillion looks genuinely happy to be acknowledged, "No! The honor is ours Mr.Chairman! I'll tell my Father your words first thing after the Exam! I'm sure he'd be happy to hear them!" he exclaims.

You look on at this conversation with confusion and astonishment, (Boy, I never thought I'd see the day Dillion bows his head to someone, I guess Netero really must command the respect of everyone he meets...) you realize.

Bradford on the other-hand, is less than impressed, "Boy oh boy, dip your head a little lower why don't ya? Maybe you'll get to kiss the dirt he walks on?" He taunts.

Dillion looks to Bradford in anger, "You goddamn ingrate! Do you not see the stature of the man you're insulting!? This man has brought more good and change to this world than any other in all of history and you dare disrespect him!?" he asks.

"What I see is a dumb asshole kissing the wrinkled ass of a glorified granddad! You expect me to respect someone who looks like he could drop dead if I breathed on him too hard!?" Bradford explains.

Netero laughs, "What honesty! It's been a long time since I've been underestimated so greatly!" he says with a smile.

Dillion looks on in a bit of a panic, "I'm terribly sorry Chairman! This brainless moron simply doesn't realize who he's talking to-"

Bradford pulls Dillion up by his suit, anger in his eyes, "Who the hell you calling a brainless moron shit-for-brains!? You wanna die!?" he asks.

Dillion looks ready for a fight, "You're the one that will die if you don't learn some goddamned manners and respect, right this insta-"

Netero puts up a hand to hush Dillion, "There's no need to say a word more boy. This man's mind is far too stubborn to be changed with mere words." he states.
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Bradford let's Dillion go and re-focuses on Netero, "You making fun of me old man? You want me to get your walking stick so I can shove it up your ass!?" he asks.

Netero shakes his head, "No such thing friend. I respect your ability to remain unmoved by crowd opinion, you let your own mind decide those who are worthy to lead for those who are not. It takes a strong mind not to fall in line with how others tell you to feel." he compliments.

Bradford looks a little confused, "You sure talk a bunch for someone half-way to being senile! You really the chairman?" he asks.

"A title worth far less than it used to, but yes, I am indeed the 12th chairman of the Hunter Association." He answers.

"And this stuff about you being a great fighter. That true too?" he asks.

Netero raises an eyebrow, "That depends, why do you wish to know?" he asks back.

Bradford cracks his knuckles with a wide smile on his face, "Cause if you are, you and me are throwing down, here and now old man!" he declares.

Everyone in area except Jesper lurches in surprise, "Hey Double barrel, good fighter or not, I don't think you should showing down with our future boss." Reynauld advises.

"Mr.Bradford, As a doctor and a friend, I heavily recommend you re-consider..." Arztz advises.

Dillion grabs Bradford looks terrified, "You complete fool, do know what you're even asking for-"

He shakes him off and puts his dukes up, "Of course I fucking know what I'm asking for! If this motherfucker is really as great as you say he is, than I want to see it for myself!" he declares.

Bradford throws a few lighting fast practice jabs as he speaks, "Hear that old man!? I'll never work for someone who's ass I can kick, so I'm expecting you to be worth my time! Don't break a hip trying to dodge me alright!?" he demands.

(Shit, he's actually going to do it isn't he? There's no way in hell I should just let him punch an old man, but at the same time, I could watch and see what the chairman does? What to do...) you wonder.

What will you do?

>Move in and stop Bradford

>Watch and see what happens
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>Watch and see what happens
He said that he wouldn't work for him if the couldn't beat him up so we might as well let him learn. It's not like Netero will try to seriously injure him
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>Let him learn the hard way.

>Writing.
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(After seeing that chop he did to Nicholas, I can't quite tell how much, but I know for sure he's strong, this is a good chance to test.) you think as you lay back and do nothing.

"Alright old man, no more fucking around! Here I come!" He says as he rushes in for a punch.

He ducks low and comes in from the left, Bradford doesn't restrict his strength in slightly, coming in full-force with a left hook with the force of a dump truck behind it, tearing through the air so fast, his hand is like a blur.

However, Netero makes no attempt to dodge and simply shakes his head and speaks, "Good grief..." he complains.

In that instant, you blink for just a moment and the next, Netero stands at Bradford side, as he punches at the air.

"Huh!?" Bradford shouts as his fist hangs off, touching nothing.

"Wha-how'd he get there?" Reynauld asks, as amazed as you are.

"...." Netero stares down at Bradford silently, watching to see if that's enough to satisfy him.

That only enrages Bradford more, "You looking down on me you old-shitbag!?" he shouts as he twists perfectly on the balls of his feet, only taking a second to adjust his stance and charge in with an uppercut.

However, once again, all he can hit is air as Netero seems to fade away like mist, this time appearing behind Bradford, frightening him as he looks around confused.

"What speed...is he even human?" Arztz questions.

"Old man like bird in gliding on light breeze, dancing around loud man's attacks." Brovoski says in pure amazement.

"This is really something..." You say as you note that unbelievable speed and begin to wonder why you even questioned his strength in the first place.

>Trait learned!

>Isaac Netero: [Humming Bird Song] (Status: Confirmed)

"Are you satisfied now?" Netero asks of Bradford.

Bradford girts his teeth hard in rage, "You fucking kidding me old man!? Stop fucking prancing around and fight me like a goddamn man!!" he shouts as he throws a full-power straight, aimed right at Netero's face, twice as fast and strong with all his rage behind it.

"Boy, you young'uns sure are full of energy aren't you." He comments as he doesn't dodge, but instead puts up a single index finger that stops the strike dead in it's tracks.

"What!?" the everyone shouts as they witness Bradford's fist, packed with the power of his entire forearm is stopped dead by a single index finger.
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"H-Huh? What...happened?" Bradford whimpers, utterly mystified before Netero's overwhelming strength.

"I took your advice, I stopped dodging and decided to block this time." he answers, much to Bradford dismay as he drops his fist and looks on in disbelief at Netero.

Netero puts his hands behind his back and speaks, "You have good form and power, you're definitely competent fighter, but you'll need to learn how to rely on your emotion less and your reason more. A bit more foresight and planning and you could a force to be reckoned with." he advises.

"....." Bradford can say nothing back, he's still processing what's happened.

Netero walks up to him and pats him on the shoulder, "I respect your creed of never following those weaker than yourself, the meek have no right to lead after-all." Netero agrees.

"But you must also know that while you hold great strength, there's always someone out there whose strength is greater than yours. Never be so arrogant to consider yourself stronger than the sum total of humanity." he declares.

He let's go of his shoulder and walks past him and towards the air-ship, "Though I must say, I enjoyed playing with you, if you ever find yourself feeling brave and in need of a reality check, come find me." he taunts.

As Netero steps down the run-way toward the air-ship, he call out to you all, "Come now young'uns! As joyous as this reunion is, surely you don't wish to waste any more time moving onto the next test do you!?" he calls to you.

Brovoski comes and taps Bradford to see if he'll respond, "Hello? Loud man to Earth? Anybody there?" he asks.

Bradford wakes up with a start, "Wha-What happened! Where's the old man!?" he asks.

Dillion crosses his arms and speaks, "He got tired of humoring you, he's walking towards the air-ship, waiting on the rest of us to go with him." he answers.

Bradford blinks a few times before speaking, "Oh...goddamnit...that old man treated me like his goddamn plaything..." Bradford bows his head in defeat.

Jesper chimes in, "Ah, no need to feel bad about that. To that old man, the whole damn world is his play thing." he declares.

"If anything, you should be glad he found you entertaining, means you've got high potential." Jesper compliments.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm seriously too tired for this bullshit..." Bradford sighs.

"Don't worry, me too. Just get on the ship and you'll get a chance to rest." Jesper says as he walks on ahead with Netero.

Everyone begins to follow after the two, quickly catching up with the both of them, Arztz speaks, "Ah, If you don't mind humoring my curiosity, what was your test like?" He asks.

Dillion smiles proudly and puts his hand to his chest as he speaks, "I'm glad you asked, unlike you snail-brained worms, it only took us an hour and a half to solve our mystery." He brags.
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You and Reynuald sneer at Dillion's arrogance, "Careful there Money bags, inflate that ego a yours a little bigger and you may just float off before the airship." Reynauld taunts.

"Mind repeating that? All that smug in your voice made it kinda hard to hear." you taunt.

He turns his nose up, "Smug? Ego? What nonsense! Smugness is born of arrogance, it's not arrogant to state the truth! So of course I'll repeat it! My superior intellect led me to victory in this battle!" He brags.

"I had no idea we were even competing..." Arztz mentions.

However before Dillion can continue bragging, Jesper chimes-in, "Oh, I don't care if you gloat or not. But I'm just gonna ask for security's sake. Who was examiner and what was your test?" Jesper asks.

A nervous, spine-shaking jolt runs through Dillion's entire group at that question, "Yes well, we were invigilated by a Ms. Alice and we were made to investigate a murder at a strip club...It was...an experience..." He answers with a disturbed look in his eyes.

"Well that doesn't sound that different from what we did-hm?" you look to see that all their legs are shaking.

Dillion fights through his nervous tone, "W-We passed...We passed but, the ordeals we went through with her guiding us were far more terrifying and demeaning than any murder..." he says with a terrified look in his eyes

Bradford grabs at his shoulders as if a life-threatening chill is about to seize him, "I-I've known some crazy fucking bitches man, but that chick...That chick was fucking out there! I've never felt so violated in my entire life!" Bradford shouts

Even Brovoski eyes become wide awake as he holds himself tightly, looking as weak and vulnerable as a little girl in the dark, "No...Brovoski not toy...that woman is witch...I can no longer get married...I am tainted..." He whispers to himself.

Jesper holds a palm to his face, "Ahhhh, you guys pulled the shortest stick in the lot, of every examiner you got her..." Jesper shakes his head.

Netero sighs with a tired look on his face, "Oh excellent...more sexual harassment reports I'm going to have to sort through." He complains as he stops in front of the airship.

"Uhhhhh, this looks like a hell of story, with extra focus on the hell part." Reynauld says with genuine concern in his eyes.

"Hmmm, they seem to be suffering from some sort of intense mental shock, not unlike that of PTSD..." Arztz has already entered doctor mode with his diagnosis.

You look at their shivering broken looks with a growing sense of anxiety and fear, (They look like they've seen hell first-hand and barely lived to tell the story,The hell happened to them?) you wonder.

Before you have a chance to ask exactly what they mean, you've already reached the airship's boarding door, which opens up for you to find Sheldon and Ami already behind it.
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"Oh for fuck's sake not these two again!" Bradford shouts.

"As if this night couldn't become more of an ordeal! How did they get there!?" Dillion asks.

"Witchcraft, they must be magic people! Wizards and Warlocks!" Brovoski screams.

"Those are the same thing you fool!" Dillion panics.

"...." Your entire group on the other hand are unresponsive, completely used to this routine.

Ami laughs, "That's right pathetic mortals! Shriek in fear and awe of the amazing dynamic duo! Ami and-"

"...." Sheldon says nothing.

Ami looks a little perturbed as she coughs into her and hand and continues, "Anyway! Welcome to Hunter Airlines! Your first ticket to hell and back! For those of you who even make it back anyway!" She laughs.

"Ahhh, I remember when Me and Sheldon first went on this flight, it was just 5 years ago, we were just a rag-tag couple of idiots fresh off the chopping block looking for our place in the world..." Ami looks nostalgic.

(They've only been hunters for 5 years? Hell, aren't they around my age then?) you realize.

"Ah yes, we were so lost, that was, until we found the one place we fit in! Looking down at all of you pathetic losers from the highest point in the room as we revel in the fact don't we don't have to risk our lives in this mess ever again! Ain't that right Brother!?" She asks.

"...." Silence is all she gets in return.

She adjusts the neck of her dress and continues, "G-Good one Brother! Real Zinger as usual...." She coughs again.

"This is starting to look sad..." Arztz states.

"It didn't before?" you ask in return.

"Boy, sure is a tough crowd, tonight, sure would be nice if someone could help me...hahahaha.." She laughs as she throws a few desperate glances to Jesper.

Jesper looks weary for a moment before throwing his head back in annoyance, "Fine, Sheldon can blab on now, just know I'm just as likely to shoot you now as I was before." he gives up.

Sheldon does a perfect spin in place, ending with a big smile on his face as he speaks, "But of course Sir! Sorry for any and all Transgressions but my dearest sister can't go on without me! We're comedy duo after-all!" He answers.

"Boy you can spit, I could have sworn things were 50% quieter before you opened your mouth." Reynauld taunts.

"Yes, but things were also 50% more boring without my voice!" He declares.

"No truer words ever spoken brother, I could have sworn this world was no different an infinite abyss of despair without your voice! Without you, our spotlight cannot shine down bright enough to light up this horrid world!" Ami states.

"Right as always sister, mere hours ago, I was nearly exercised from this mortal coil! Oh, I could not tell what was more terrifying, the thought of my existence fading, or the Imagining what a world robbed of my existence would look like!" he states.

"A bleak and sad one Brother, that's what it would be!" She agrees.

"And oh so peaceful." Jesper counters.
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Sheldon throws his right arm out in a welcoming gesture, "Well world-ending sadness aside! Welcome Finalists to what will be the your final trail before you obtain your licenses! Do you have anything to say!?" He asks.

"Dear Christ, took goddamn long enough." Reynauld complains.

"Only took 3 fingers and nearly dying 20 times to pull it off!" Bradford complains.

"We've fought tooth and nail for this goddamn piece of plastic, save the speeches and just get to the testing part." You rush.

Ami throws her left arm our in a welcoming gesturing, "What impatience! What determination! I see you're all ready and raring to go, that's great!" She compliments.

"But first, surely you'll want to rest before the ordeal ahead! We invite you to take a ride on this Association owned private airship! We will deliver you to your final destination on a liner fully equipped with bed and dining facilities!" Sheldon says with a bow.

"Food!? You saying there's food in that ship!? Let me in!" Bradford rushes right inside without a second notice.

"Boy, he got over getting his ass-kicked real fast. Could have sworn he was pouting just 5 minutes ago." Reynauld comments.

"I believe that ever-energetic attitude of his is one of his more endearing traits." Arztz compliments.

"You call it endearing, I call stomach-turning, That damn street trash, not a bit of tact to him...." Dillion turns away in disgust.

GROWLLLLL the loud growling of Dillion's stomach resounds throughout the entire air-field,

"...." you all stare at him silently as He goes red in shame and steps towards the ship.

"W-Well, I can't fault him for desiring a nice hot meal though. I could use some sustenance myself." He says as he enters the ship.

Everyone follows after them, quickly filing into the ship, Reynauld stretches his arms as he enters, "You said you got beds on this here do-hicky right? Been hankering to hit the hay after a good meal." he asks as he heads inside.

Sheldon and Ami Bow in unison, "We house only the finest beds and the freshest meals! They may just be your last ones after-all!" They declare in unison as everyone goes through the ship doors.

"Always with the doom and gloom you two, there every a time when we might not die tomorrow?" You ask.

Sheldon shakes his head, "Sorry my blonde friend! But to live is to know death is always a possibility, no one knows which day is there last, so we think everyone should treat everyday like it's their best!" He states.
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"That's Especially for us Hunter! It might not even be tomorrow! It might be today! a few hours from now! Hell, right this very minute!" Ami answers.

"You saw how I was nearly murdered for merely trying to tell the truth! That right there is our everyday! Let your guard down for even a second the reapers scythe is already at your throat!" he adds.

You give them a confused look as you step inside the ship, "You look super happy when you say that though, just how fucked in the head are you two? Are that crazy about death?" you ask.

Sheldon shakes his head, "As I thought, you're just a naive little child My blonde boy, you know nothing of the finer things in life." He taunts.

That gets on your nerves a little, "Oi, you're only a few years older than me, don't act like you have some great seniority claim or something." you counter.

"Oh but that's just it My Blonde Buddy! We do! We're only a few years older, but we're centuries wiser than you could ever be." Ami brags.

"And how is that exactly, what am I being so naive about?" you ask.

Sheldon puts up a finger and wags it, "Just asking is proving our point, why waste your time asking us about our experience when you could go off and have your own!?" Sheldon counters.

"Humor me." you say in annoyance.

Ami speaks, "Well if you must know, we're not crazy about death! It's the exact opposite! We're bonkers for life!" She answers.

You crane your head in confusion, "That makes no sense, you just said to live is to know you're going to die, how can you be crazy for a life you're going to lose anyday now?" you ask.

They smile and answer in perfect unison, "That's exactly it My blonde boy! Life is exciting precisely because we can lose it anyday now!" They declare.

The complete and utter excitement they put behind that statement both perturbs and interests you, "You two something else...hahhhhhh..." you say as a yawn escapes your mouth.

"We could say the same of you, Oh blonde Sleepyhead." Sheldon states.

"Instead of wasting your time trying to argue with us, you can spend time arranging a meeting between your head a nice pillow. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, so you'll need it." Ami suggests.

"Right...I'll do just that." you argee as you head inside the airship and ready yourself for the final test in the morning.
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And that's where I'm stopping for today anons, sorry for the rather early stopping time, but I have important business to tend to first thing in the morning and I must sleep early.

Things are starting out a bit slow and I apologize for that, but I promise you all this wait will be worth the time, but for now anons, see you in the morning.
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Later dude
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Thread resumes in 20 minutes.
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Time: January 20, 2000, Sunday, 7:28 AM.

Location: Renpiri Region, Sandside-road, Kukan'yu Dunes.

https://youtu.be/eFTLKWw542g

The Sun shines high and bright as you sit in the back of a black window car, some old song blasting from the radio as you watch miles of sand, spanning far and wide as you head down a long road leading to a small city ahead.

"Are we there yet?" Bradford asks, his head in his palm as he leans against the window, a bored look on his face.

"We'll arrive in a another 10 minutes, stop asking." Jesper answers as he continues to focus on the road ahead.

"You've been saying that for last hour! You seriously think that shit's gonna calm me down!? What do you think I am, a fucking toddler!?" He asks.

"You sure act like one, so it's only natural he treats you like one." You answer.

"Oh shut the fuck up Blondie! Don't act like you aren't bored out your fucking mind too!" Bradford.

"Yes, but unlike you, I don't throw a tantrum about it." you counter.

"Patience Mr.Bradford, it's a virtue and a necessity for any Hunter." Arztz says as he sits in the front seat, rocking his head to the music on the radio.

"Why not take a second to enjoy the music? I never realized that western music could be so catchy." Arztz compliments.

"The only thing that song makes me wanna do is turn this car into a flying funeral pyre! Where the fuck are we even going!?" Bradford asks.

"We're currently en-route to the first site of the final test." Netero, who's sits between you and Bradford answers.

(First site?) those words catch your interest.

"But first, we're making a stop at a nice cafe in the middle Sunnyside City where we're going to be meeting up with rest of the applicants that will participate in this final test." Netero states.

"And how fucking far is that?" Bradford asks.

"10 minutes." Jesper answers.

Bradford slams his fist against the door in rage, "You're just saying that shit to piss me off now!" he screams as he begins to tirade Jesper once more.
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"Oh Chirst not again..." you groan as you open the window of the Car and get some fresh air by allowing the warm winds outside to blow against your face.

(Good fucking god it's hot out here...I could have sworn we were crawling through jungles and forest just a few days ago, what kind of drastic biome change is this?) you wonder as you stare out into the distance, where nothing but pure sand surrounds you on all sides.

You look to your side to see 3 other cars behind you, forming a small convey of cars heading down this dusty road, (I wonder if their rides are anymore peaceful? Shit, why did I have to ride with an annoying asshole like Bradford?) you wonder as you realize you could have taken a ride in the second vehicle where Dillion and Reynauld are being driven by Sheldon.

Or maybe you've could have tried squeezing your way in with Brovoski who, due to his massive size, had to have a car all to himself with Ami.

(Well, Dillion and Reynauld are probably aching to shoot themselves riding with Sheldon and I can't imagine Brovoski isn't getting sexually harassed by a horndog like Ami, so they're certainly not having nice rides either...) you realize as you pull your head from the warm winds and focus inside the car again.

"Where's my fucking shotgun, I swear I'll blow this fucking patronizing prick's brains out!!" Bradford says as he takes his rage out on the seat in front of him by repeatedly kicking it.

"-Mr-Bradford-Please-Stop!" Arztz struggles to say as he's violently shaken by Bradford's attacks.

"I ask that you please stop breaking the chairs friend, those are association property and I'd rather you don't damage them." Netero asks.

"What, you telling me the Hunter Association can't buy a single fucking Car seat back!?" Bradford asks.

"No it's just that if you damage them, the report lands on my desk and I have enough reports to file, so I ask that you calm down." Netero explains.

That somehow gets Bradford to stop as he goes right back to pouting at the window, "I can't fucking help it! I was bored all of fucking yesterday and now I'm bored first thing in the fucking morning! When is something exciting going to happen!?" he shouts.

"10 minutes." Jesper answers with a small grin on his face.

"I'll fucking scalp you with a rusty spoon one day for this shades, don't forget that." Bradford responds with a glare.
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"Sorry, I couldn't help but bully you when you act like a giant manbaby." Jesper argues.

"Go fuck yourself! At least you get to distract yourself with driving! All I get to do is stare at sand....you guys...sand....more sand...." Bradford slowly slides deeper into his chair out of boredom.

"By god! Where even is this!? Where did all this fucking sand come from!?" Bradford asks.

Jesper takes the cigarette from his mouth and nubs it in the coaster on the arm rest, "That last airship ride took us out of the Zenla region where Zaban was, we're currently in the Mid-west of Kukan'yu kingdom, in the Renpiri region." He explains

Bradford looks confused, "Mind saying that back to me in English? I don't speak Kuke." He states.

"You shouldn't say that Mr.Bradford, that's racist." Arztz warns.

He kicks his chair again, "Shut your mouth twink! You can talk back to when you sack up enough that you don't ride anyone else's sack!" He insults.

"Seriously, what's a twink and why does everyone think I'm one?" Arztz asks as Bradford proceeds to kick him again.

Jesper clears his throat as he continues, "Okay, I'll save the geography class and just say this then. From here to northern tip of Kukan'yu is nothing but pure desert." he explains.

"The jungles and wetlands you saw earlier? Those were all exclusive to the southern area, these are true lands of Kukan'yu, the Kukan'yu Dunes." Jesper finishes.

"Fuck, so the final Exam is going to be in a fucking desert?" Bradford wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"And I thought the fucking snow sucked...I can't handle this goddamn heat for fuck's sake..." Bradford complains.

"You're probably just extra-hot from jumping around so much, how about you just be quiet for the rest of the ride?" you ask.

"And how long are we going to be riding for?" Bradford asks.

"10 min-"

Bradford kicks Arztz seat again to stop Jesper, "Finish that fucking sentence! See if I don't bash your head into the wheel and send us crashing into the fucking sand!" He threatens.

"I was just answering your question." Jesper says with a small smile as he lights up a new cigarette.

"Mr.Bradford, I beg of you, please stop kicking me..." Arztz begs sadly.
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The car goes quiet, (Finally, some goddamn peace.) you breathe a sigh of relief.

(Now if only this would last for the rest of the trip...) you ask as you look out the unending waves of sand, everything blending together into one giant yellowish eye-smoothie which nearly puts you to sleep if you stare at it long enough.

(As spastic as Bradford is, he's right, it's boring as hell to stare at sand all day and as far I can tell, this ride is probably gonna last another half-hour before we arrive.) you realize.

You look to the other passengers, (It probably wouldn't hurt to pass the time talking to someone, I mean, I have the chairman and a Pro-hunter in the car, there's probably tons they could tell me about the job.) you realize.

(Though at the same time, I could just sleep it out, make sure I'm well-rested for the test and all that...What to do?) you wonder.

What will you do?

>Talk to Netero

>Talk to Jesper

>Talk to Bradford and Arztz

>Just sleep.
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>>3325683
Talk to Bradford
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>>3325683
>>Talk to Netero
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>>3325683
>Just sleep
Need to get all the rest we can before we go into the final phase
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>>3325683
>Talk to Bradford and Arztz
No point in going to sleep since it's only like 30 minutes away. Let's talk to them about what they think the final exam will be like or something
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>>3325694
>>3325705
>>3325722
>>3325743

>Talking with the Boys

>Writing.
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You look to Bradford and Arztz and attempt to start a conversation.

However your voice hitches for a moment as you wonder what strange force is egging you unto doing what is clearly a bad idea.

(Well, it's better than just sleeping for a few minutes, might as well...) you think

"Hey Bradford, Arztz." you call.

"Yes?/The hell do you want?" they both ask.


What will you ask?

>How do you two feel about reaching the finals?

>Who is this Alice chick you were examined by?

>What do you guys think this next test is going to be?
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>>3325776
>How do you two feel about reaching the finals?
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>>3325776
>>Who is this Alice chick you were examined by?
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>>3325776
>How do you two feel about reaching the finals?
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>>3325776
Who is this Alice chick
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>>3325783
>>3325797
>>3325829
>>3325853


I would roll for priority, but I think I can mix these.

>Writing.
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"We're nearing the end guys, how you feeling?" you ask.

Arztz speaks first, "I would be remiss to say I'm not feeling excited, This last week has been filled with so many ups and downs, but all of it has been one great big adventure!" He says excitedly.

Bradford sighs, "It's nice that you're all excited and shit Twinkie, but this Exam for me has been one big down, with almost no ups." He states.

He brings up his left hand and starts listing, "First I get my ass-kicked by an emo, then I get my ass verbally beat by your ass-" He points to you.

He brings up his middle finger, "Then I get my ass absolutely stomped by an old fucking man!" he exclaims to Netero's small giggle.

"And to top it all off, I ended up getting ambushed by a bunch of fucking wolves and-" He attempts to point to his ring finger, but then remembers that it along with his pinky finger are still missing.

His face goes glum as he brings his hand downs, "Well, you get the point." He says, causing a small pang of pain in your heart.

Arztz looks deeply saddened, "Oh, Mr.Bradford, I acted so happy while you were suffering this whole time, this adventure must have been so hard for you, I'm so sorry..." Arztz apologizes as he brings his head down in shame.

But it goes flying right back up as Bradford kicks his seat again, "Who the hell said I wasn't happy you dumb Faggatron!? I'm having the time of my life!" He says with a big smile.

Arztz is shell-shocked and confused, "W-What? but you just said you've had nothing but bad things happen to you. You've been attacked and beaten all the time, how could be happy?" He asks.

"You see, this is why you're soft little twink boy. You don't get it do ya!?" He accuses as he repeatably kicks his chair.

"No! I don't!" he admits.

Bradford puts on a crazed face, "Losing is the fucking best! It means there are still people in this world that can give me a fucking challenge! There ain't no thrill in a fight where you're sure to win!" he exclaims.

"The fact that I'm getting ass-kicked left, right and center just means I've got hype ass fights center, right and left! I'm having the time of my goddamn life!" He answers.

"I'm so happy for you??" Arztz can't decide if he's disturbed or amazed by Bradford conviction.

Bradford relents from kicking Arztz chair as he looks over to you, "Besides, it hasn't all just been one long ass beating, I also got something from this test that I thought I lost a long time ago."

"Hm?" you hum.

"The will to live. That's something you gave to me man. Thanks." He states.

You smile, "I thought you hate being sappy you bastard? That shit was sappy than a maple tree." you counter.

"It's sappy, but true, I wouldn't even have made it to the finals if I didn't meet you. And for that, I'd get my ass-kicked a thousands times over, as long as it meant being your friend till the end." He declares.

>You share a nice moment of recollection with Bradford, +50 points! (100 points to go)
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"Yeah man, I'm glad to have met you too." you state.

"Ahhhh, such a beautiful friendship, I'm nearly moved to tears..." Arztz says with a wide smile.

Bradford kicks him again, "W-What? Why?" He asks.

"Because that had to be the gayest smile I've ever seen! Knock that shit off!" Bradford complains.

That confuses Arztz greatly "Wait, how can smiles not be gay? Smiles are by their very nature gay!" Arztz counters.

"You see that shit!? That's why you're a damn twink, you can only think of gay shit! What's with the pride parade in here!?" He counters.

(I have a feeling they're talking about two different kinds of gay here...better change topics before Bradford breaks that chair apart.) you realize.

"Hey, Bradford." you cut-in.

"What!?" He asks.

"Mind telling me who this Alice chick you were tested by is?" You ask.

"You seemed to really piss your pants when I asked about-hm?" you're cut-off as you see Bradford slink into a shivering mess at the mere mention of her name.

"Yeah, kinda like that. What's that about?" you question.

hahhhhhh...You hear Jesper and Netero sigh simultaneously.

"You just had to ask, didn't you?" Jesper questions.

"The problem children of the organization are innumerable, but that girl is just..." Netero looks like he's talking about terrible granddaughter.

"What? Was I not supposed to ask that?" you ask.

"It's not that you can't ask, but just..." Jesper sighs again.

Bradford finds the resolve to speak again,"Where do I even start with that crazy bitch!?" He exclaims in a small panic.

"Admittedly, I wish to know what the hub-bub is about as well, so if you would-Ow!" Arztz is kicked again.

"What did I do wrong that time!?" He asks.

"Huh? Nothing, I just wanted something to hit to calm down." Bradford admits.

"What cruelty!" Arztz cries.

Bradford igores Arztz as he begins to recollect, "Okay, first off, you gotta know the bitch is huge!" he exclaims.

"Huge?" you question.

"When I say huge, I mean fucking huge. Like, that bitch could make Brovoski look tiny with how fucking giant she is!" Bradford explains.

That throws you off, "The hell? What kind of monster is that?" you ask.

Netero chimes in, "She's actually a Kuggend woman herself, an exceptionally tall one, but it's not uncommon in those lands for the women to dwarf the men in size." He explains.

"Still that's terrifying..." you add.

"You're fucking telling me! But there was a plus, in addition to being a 10 feet tall monster, she also had monster tits!" He explains.

"What?" you blurt out.

"Yeah man, they were the size of goddamn mountains, she could kill a man by just slapping'em with those things!" He explains.

That confuses you a little, "Okay, that sounds kinda like a good thing, how is that scary?" you ask.

"That's what I was thinking at first man! I was like Damn! Look at those Monster Milkers! This next test is going to be sweet!" He repeats.
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Then his eyes go downcast, "Now, I'mma be honest with you boys, I ain't got nothing against tall chicks, in-fact, I would even say taller ladies are hotter cause it means puberty hit'em harder, and thus they're way hornier!" He explains.

Arztz gives him an doubtful eye, "Uhhh, as a doctor, I have to say that's not necessarily true But do go on." He clarifies.

"Well it's certainly fucking true for this bitch! Puberty hit her with the force of 10,000 dying suns! And goddamn was she horny!" He begins.

"It didn't help we were stuck in a strip club, every five fucking seconds, someone was getting grouped! Be it man, be it woman, be it sticky sex doll! It was touched and it was violated!" He continues.

"And cause she's fuck-huge with an emphasis on the fuck, you better believe you can't fight her off! When she wants you, she wants you." he explains.

You give a disturbed look, "Okay, that does sound pretty scary...but at the same time, she was hot right? So was it really that bad?" you ask.

Bradford laughs sadly, "You know, I would've asked the same thing if I hadn't been through myself, but now that I've survived sexual assault, I can tell you, trying to solve a mystery while having another crime committed on you is anything but fun!" he explains.

He raises a finger, "But my friends, It's time I told you the real kicker, here's the story." he says with a frightened look on his face.

"So I was minding my own business, Rich boy was prattling off about some evidence shit, Brovoski was going off about his Virgin eyes or some shit cause of all the naked chicks in the place, which made no sense to me, I mean, the man's about to get hitched and his wife hasn't even given him an eyeful? What sort of tease-ass shit is that!?" He derides.

"You're getting off-topic." you point out.

"Oh yeah! Right, so I was just standing around, then all of a sudden, I feel a hand creeping on my pants!" He starts.

"I'm like The fuck!? but Alice is like I saw the way you were eyeing me, I know you want this and then she pressed those Giant Gazangas on my back and I was like, Well shit why not!?" he re-tells.

"Is this going somewhere or you just about to start bragging about how you got raped and kinda liked it?" You ask.

"Whoa! Not fucking funny man! I expect to hear that kinda shit from Landon! Not you!" Bradford exclaims.

"Well you story is starting to sound kinda like something Landon would tell, can you get to the point?" you ask.

"I was just about to man! Chill the fuck out!" He answers.
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"Okay! So she was grinding up on me from the back! And I have to admit, was getting a little into you know, can't help it, I'm a man who loves his milkies!" He admits.

That's when he's stricken with a look of true horror, "But that's when I realized, she was really getting into it! She really starting grinding extra-close and the second her hips pressed up against mine, I realized she was packing some equipment downstairs if you get my meaning." he explains.

It takes you a second to catch his meaning, "Oh...oh! Oh god!" You exclaim.

Arztz looks around confused, "Wait, what? What do you mean?" He asks.

"Well, what I'm saying is, I wasn't the only one carrying some serious junk in my basement." He hints at it again.

That only confuses Arztz further, "What? What kind of junk does she have in your basement? Why are you both packing things there? Doesn't that waste space?" He asks.

Bradford laughs, "Oh we were both packing alright! By that, I mean we both had massive, foot-long dic-"

"Up!Up!Up! Don't say another word!" Jesper cuts him off.

"Dic? Dic what? Dice? She had massive Dice? What's she doing with those?" Arztz repeats in deep confusion.

"What the fuck man!?" He asks.

"I've been told by HR to never let anyone say that without Alice's permission, if you finish that sentence, we would have a massive lawsuit on our hands!" Jesper explains.

"Wait, so I can't tell anyone about her giant d-"

"Up!" He cuts him off again.

"Dic-"

"Up!"

"Coc-"

"Up!"

"Schlon-"

"UP!" He refuses to let Bradford finish.

"....." A long moment of silence.

"Is it cause her's is bigger than yours?" Bradford asks.

"Grrrrrrr......" He growls.

(This Alice chick seems to be a real hot-button for the Hunter's Association, hope I never meet her...or maybe it's him?) you question as Jesper and Bradford go at each's necks.

>A Few minutes later.

Things finally calm down and a chance for polite discussion continues.

But you think you've probably only got time for one more question.

What will you do?

>Ask what Bradford and Arztz think this next test is going to be?

>Talk to Netero

>Talk to Jesper.
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https://youtu.be/4uCyhw2cEVM

Holy hell, I don't know if I'm super late on this, but I just noticed that the announcement trailer dropped for Gintama's new season, I know this has nothing to do with the thread, but holy shit I thought it was over.

OH HELL YES.
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>>3326055
>Ask what Bradford and Arztz think this next test is going to be?
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>>3326055
Talk to Jesper
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Hmmmm, I find the lack of reaction to that last exchange a little disturbing.

I Know I'm not the funniest writer around (Especially with OPStudios on the board) but I thought I hit it out of the park with that one.

Well whatever, I give this vote 15 more minutes before I call it.
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>>3326106
I'm at school right now so I can't really react as much
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3326090
>>3326092

Gonna roll between these two

1-Talk to Bradford and Arztz

2-Talk to Jesper
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(Well it's good to see Bradford and Arztz are in good spirits, but I don't anything can really put them down.) you note.

You look to the Jesper in the drivers seat, (You on the other hand, seem to be struggling to have any spirit at all. I don't really know a thing about you, so I guess this is as a good time as any to starting learning...)

What will you ask?

>What's it like being a terror Hunter?

>You mentioned you were going to teach me, what does that entail?

>What was that business earlier with Sheldon?

[Only pick one.]
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>>3326173
>You mentioned you were going to teach me, what does that entail?
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>>3326198

>What are ya teaching?

>Writing.
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"Yo Jesper, you told me that you'd show me the ropes, but what kinds of rope we talking?" you ask.

"The kinds you hopeful won't hang yourself with." He answers.

"I'm being serious." you counter.

"And so am I. What I'll be teaching you not only involves combat skills, but the ability to control not only your own mind, but the minds of others." He starts.

"Mind control? What are you? Some kind of psychic?" you ask.

"I ain't, but everyone thinks I'm one. And that's exactly what I want." he declares.

"You're gonna have to explain this to me." you ask.

Jesper sighs, "You'll hear a lot of people talk about the keys of combat. Stuff like balance, stamina, speed and skill. They say if you have all those things, than you'll win 70% of all fights you land yourself in." He explains.

"Let me tell you right now, that's a lot of horseshit. Maybe if every fight was a martial arts match with strict rules and everyone played fair, then that shit would work, but not in the real world." he continues.

"On the streets, no one plays fairs. What use is balance to a someone who gets ambushed by 5 guys in the dark? what good is stamina when someone drives a knife into lungs? It's good to be fast, but guys with guns are always faster. And I'd like to see you out-skill a kick in the balls." He derides.

"....." you go silent as you listen.

"The only key part of any battle is the mind." He declares.

"The mind?" you question.

"The mind can be both someone's greatest weapon and someone's darkest prison. Combat isn't an exchange of fists, it's a battle of ideas, of imaginations." He explains.

"And the victor of any battle isn't the one who's landed the most blows, but who's outwitted their opponent better. To truly win any fight, one must conquer their own and their opponents mind." He explains.

"That's what I'll be teaching you to do, I'll teach you how to become so good at controlling minds people will think you're psychic." He explains.

You silently consider his words, (I don't really get what he means. Sounds like a ton of pretentious trash if you ask me.) you think.

"And you're an over-skeptical prick. Don't doubt me like that." He counters.

That causes you to raise an eyebrow, "...Are you sure you aren't really psychic?" you ask.

He smiles, "I'll let you decide that for yourself when the time comes."
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While I don't want to slow up this flow, my worldly desires call to me, I must make dinner, so I shall resume in about an hour.

be back.

>Waiting.
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>>3326261

I return and I resume.

>Continuing.
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>>3326386
Cool, just as I got home
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>10 minutes later

After that, you spend of the ride chatting your cares away, that is, until your destination comes in sight.

"Quiet down men, we've arrived." Jesper announces as you look to the windshield and see something that takes your breath away.

A giant, sprawling metropolis stands alone in the desert, a single beacon of flourishing civilization in this otherwise deathly wasteland of Sun.

The many sky-piercing towers and buildings are magnificent enough, but what really catches your attention is the giant bubble that seems to surround city.

Looking almost like a membrane, a massive bubble of what appears to be glass surrounds the entire city, encasing it perfectly within it's borders.

"Amazing, I've never seen anything like it..." Arztz admires.

"Really!? Let me see!" Bradford looks over the passenger seat, using Arztz head as leverage to balance himself as he whistles and admires the city himself.

"Owowowowowowowow! Mr.Bradford! My head! My head-" Bradford completely ignores Arztz cries of pain as he pushes down harder on him to get a better look.

"Whoza! It looks like a giant fucking snow globe!" Bradford exclaims.

"Funny you say that, because that giant glass shield is called a Sand Globe." Jesper states.

"Sand globe?" you question.

"Aside from it's beautiful, burning sun, the dunes of Kukan'yu are famous for one other thing. Sandstorms." Netero answers.

"Right, the weather here can get really bad, it may be nice now, but even the weakest winds here carries a good pile of sand with it." Jesper begins.

"Whenever there were long periods of strong winds, sandstorms were sure to follow, and plenty of them, enough that it made living here nigh damn impossible for even the richest and craziest of settlers." Jesper continues.

"How bad we talking? Like every few hours or something?" Bradford questions.

"Make that every hour on the hour. Sandstorms are so damn frequent around this place that if anyone tried building something, give it 3 hours and the whole structure would be buried in sand before they could even put a chair in the damn thing." Jesper states.
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He taps the window to his left to get you looking out to the mountains of sand outside, "Hell, I bet you all the packs I got on me right now, that a few of these sand mountains out there are probably old houses." Jesper answers.

"Jesus Christ, that's fucking terrifying!" Bradford exclaims.

"Yes, the old settlers had much the same to say about living in such a place as well." Netero nods.

"But as you'd expect, people don't give up easy. It didn't take long before some bright guy come up with an idea to a giant shield to block out the sand, a giant glass dome where the sandstorms couldn't get in." Jesper adds as you approach the edge of the massive bubble, a giant shield of glass standing before you as the car comes to a stop.

On the other end, you see what looks like a security checkpoint, with many armed guards watching your convey with interest. "That's what this Sand Globe and Sunnyside city is, a testament to man's inability to not take a goddamn hint from mother nature that she doesn't want us here and settle anyway." Jesper declares as the a hole opens up in the glass for you to drive inside.

"Yes, a true show of humanity's formidable determination and ability to adapt to any environment, no matter how harsh. There could be no better place to host the final test of the Hunter Exam, correct?" Netero asks with a smile as you drive through the opening in the glass.

Once you head inside, a guard, equipped with a long rifle comes to the window that Jesper winds down to greet him, "Who are you and what business do you have in the city?" He asks in a stern but non-threatening voice.

Jesper presents his Hunter's license to him, "We're here on Association business, let us through." he orders.

The guard, slightly disgruntled at Jesper's casual and demanding attitude, takes the license and examines it for a moment before handing it back.

"Yeah, it's real, welcome to Sunnyside City, where the Sun is hot, the sands are hotter and the girls could use some work." He jokes as he tosses it back to him.

"Good thing I didn't come here to chase tail, have a good day man." Jesper says as he winds up the window and resumes driving.

"Man, that thing really gets you fucking anywhere doesn't it?" Bradford realizes.

He flashes the card proudly, "90% access to restricted areas across the world and 75% access to all places the general public is typically prohibited. Every security guard is trained knowing the second they see this card that they can't say no." He explains.

"Plus we requested that several areas within the city be cleared and readied for Association business, so they were expecting us." Netero adds.

Bradford smiles, "Thanks for reminding me why I want that piece of fucking plastic so bad! Don't you worry, When I get one myself I'll figure out the rest of the benefits!"
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"If, if you get one toddler." Jesper taunts as you drive deeper within the city.

"Hey! The fuck that's supposed to mean!?" Bradford shouts as the two start fighting again, however you ignore the violent shouting as you stare at the beautiful city flying by you.

High-rises, big apartments, train stations, massive halls hosing libraries, theaters and restaurants, this place is teeming with culture and class, it reminds you a bit of Yorknew, but the people here look a bit too peaceful and happy to really get the vibe right.

The once deary, boring ride, becomes an enthralling sight-seeing event, with every building being newer and more exciting than the last, as if they're in contest to see who can grab your attention first.

It's truly mesmerizing and it feels like the first place you're happy to be in since this Exam's begun, you can barely imagine what they have in store for you in a place like this.

Well, you don't have to wonder long, before you even realize it, the Car's come to a complete stop in front of a smaller, but still attractive cafe with the cute name BeanBuddy hanging off a nicely designed sign.

"We've arrived. Get out now." Jesper orders.

"Sure, but you don't need to be an ass about it." You say as you open the door and head outside.

Bradford, Arztz and Netero quickly follow behind you as you see Dillion and Reynauld clambering from out their car.

Both look disgruntled and angry with Dillion's left eye twitching rapidly on his otherwise neutral face and Reynauld who grumbles curses and death threats under his breath.

"I see you two had a fun ride." you joke.

"Not another word savage, not unless you want me to sew your head to your ass so you can breathe in your own farts a little harder." He says with a disturbingly calm voice as he walks into the cafe.

"Jesus Christ, who knew scrawny there could sound scary!" Bradford who walks up behind you comments.

"If I didn't know he was a wimpy trust fund kid, I'd think he'd actually wants to kill someone!" Bradford laughs.

"Well if he damn well doesn't I sure as hell will." Reynauld spits in rage as he walks by.

"Hey! CowCunt! How are things going on the Ram Ranch!? Farmed any good cocks!?" Bradford jokes.

"Run that shit joke one more time Double barrel! See if I don't put your ass back in the barnhouse!" Reynauld shouts as he heads inside the cafe as well.

Bradford looks a little hurt, "Well shit, usually he doesn't get that mad when I call him gay...the hell crawled through his farmhouse and caught mad cow disease!?" He asks.

"I just imagine he's tired and a little annoyed after a long journey, forgive him Mr.Bradford..." Arztz apologizes on Reynauld's behalf.

"Like hell! Being a little annoyed doesn't give someone the right to be dick!" Bradford complains.

"It does when you're stuck on a long journey with Sheldon..." You add.
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You hear a loud rustling noise as the car in the back opens up for Brovoski to squeeze his way out of it like tuna from a can.

The entire car threatens to capsize as he leans all his weight against one side and slowly makes his way outside, a deeply disturbed look on his face.

The source of which, becomes clear as Brovoski escapes from back, the window to the front comes peeling down and Ami speaks, "-And that's why I think you should dump that annoying harpy and come stay with me after the Exam's over, I'll show you a good time if you do." Ami makes a suggestive ring with her fingers and strokes at the air as she says this.

Brovoski seems extremely uncomfortable as he weakly speaks, "No thanks...I'm taken man..." he argues.

"And that's exactly what makes it so exciting, that white-haired witch can't keep a big guy like you happy on her own can she?" Ami asks.

"We not even married yet...Brovoski can't do things with other women..." Brovoski answers.

Brovoski's clear reluctance only seems to egg her on more, "Extra-faithful are we? That just makes you even more delicious..." She says as she licks her lips.

From the distance, the sight of a 9 foot tall man being bullied and preyed upon by a woman that barely pass 5'8" is something both terrifying yet strangely hilarious .

Brovoski looks just about ready to cry before Ami finally relents, "But I can see you're not interested...for now." She grins like a devil with the eyes of panther.

"...." Brovoski begins to sweat profusely under such a intimidating gaze.

"You're really fun to tease, when you get tired of being weighed down with stupid garbage like love, being faithful and caring for your partner, just give me call. I'd love to have a boytoy like you around." She waves goodbye to him as he attempts to walk away, shame in his steps from all the harassment.

HONK And as if all the verbal degrading wasn't enough, the second Brovoski turns around, Ami makes it a point to stare at his butt and honk her horn once, shaking Brovoski even further.

Brovoski can't hurry inside faster, "Since when did muscle mountain there get so damn popular? Does being hitched really get you that much extra pussy? Getting married myself just limited me to one!" Bradford states up her window and bids farewell to a very scared Brovoski.

"I wouldn't exactly call that popularity Mr.Bradford...I believe Mr.Brovoski was being sexually harassed by, what do you westerners call them...oh yes! A homewrecker." Arztz explains.

But without even considering Arztz's point, Bradford puts him into a headlock while speaking, "The hell would you know about popularity and homewrecking twinkie!? All you do is trap men anyway!" He insults.

"Twinkie? Trap? What that does any of that mean Mr.Bradford-ow-ow-ow-ow!" Arztz question is cut off by a brutal round of noogieing.
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Bradford then drags Arztz into the cafe, his fist never leaving Arztz's skull all along the way, You shake your head while resisting to laugh at the situation.

"Jeez, give Arztz a break will you-Hm?" You're about to head inside to tell Bradford off when you notice one person isn't following you inside.

You turn back to Jesper who seems to be staring into space, "Why are you still inside the car Jesper? Aren't you coming in?" you ask.

"Huh? Uh, no, this is where you and I part ways." Jesper states.

"Ah next test...isn't your jurisdiction anymore is it?" you guess.

"I've been running outside my jurisdiction for a while now, me dragging you around to help me solve that mystery was really pushing the boundaries, so I drove you all and the chairman here as compensation. I was supposed to leave ages ago." He explains.

"You weren't dragging me around, I was glad to help and I'll be glad to help you when I get my license." you say.

He smiles faintly at that, "Did anyone ever tell you that you've got a way with words kid? You almost make me feel bad for ditching you." He says.

"Almost huh?" you spot.

"Yeah, sorry to say but goodbyes are also a part of the job. You'll get used to them." Jesper says as he grabs the steering wheel and readies himself to drive away.

He then remembers something, "Oh yeah, but don't worry about missing me too much. I've left you a parting gift that will keep you company while I'm gone." He says.

"Keep me company?" As you pose the question, two poses manifest themselves behind you as Sheldon and Ami dance their way from back to your front.

"Oh please My blonde friend, who else could keep you company-" Sheldon starts.

"-But the funniest duo this side of the Hemisphere!?" Ami finishes.

The face you give them can't decide between absolute dread or absolute annoyance at their appearance, "Literally anyone else. Literally anyone else would have worked." you answer

"You literally have no one else!" The duo shouts in unison.

"I apologize young Derrick." Netero appears from the car.

"But these two will be assisting me in examining this final test. You'll have the bare with them for a little while longer." He explains.

"I see that, but why? You guys can't be this low on fresh blood, why have these two hosted almost every test since the start of the Exam!?" you exclaim.

"I'm so glad you understand out struggle! My blonde sympathizer, we're so overworked! The demand for our hilarious supply is simply too overwhelming!" Ami exclaims.

"The world's desire for a spotlight is simply too great! Thousands demand our shows but we can only be in hundreds of places at a time! Surely the only way the starved masses would be satisfied is if we multiplied by 2! Oh! If only!" Sheldon shouts.
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Just the thought of 2 more Sheldon and Ami's running around is terrifying enough to give you nightmares, "Seriously, why these two? Just give me a good reason." you ask

"I believed you young'uns would prefer looking at some younger faces rather my old decaying one while the test was going on. Plus I find them quite funny." Netero explains.

"I said a good reason." you repeat.

That gets Netero to laugh, "I'm happy to hear your criticism but you shouldn't linger out here, I need to head inside and arrange some files and we can't begin until everyone is assembled. Please head inside." he walks past you and into the Cafe, Sheldon and Ami follow him.

"This is one hell of a parting gift you've gotten me..." you say, exasperated beyond words.

"It's the least I could do for all your help." Jesper nods to you.

"You're damn right about that." you counter.

"Well, if you've got a problem with it, take it up with me after you've got your license, you can return them to me after that." He says as hits the gas.

"Until then, they're your problem now." Jesper says with a wide grin as he blasts down the street and out of sight.

"....." you're left utterly dumbfounded as you head into the cafe.
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Ding-Ding The song of door chimes sing in tune with the beautiful atmospheric music that permeates the cafe as you push your way into the shop.

Once inside, you watch as Netero heads off into you're greeted by quite the scene, the entire cafe is filled with people, and not just random people, but people you actually know.

First person that catches your eye, ironically enough is the shortest one in the room, that being Ronnie Burnsby, that scummy midget that antagonized Flourette and Noell.

He sits casually at one of the two seat tables, chair big enough for him that it looks like he's sitting in a booster chair as he watches you enter the room.

A few tables away from him, You see that Dainary Helda, still clad full in her shining armor, all expect for her helmet which has been dropped to let loose her unkempt but beautiful red hair.

She sits alone at a 4 person table, eating what looks like a light breakfast made of meat and vegetables to keep her stamina up.

A few tables away from her, closer towards the window, you catch sight of the Raven black hair of Noell, his blade leaning against the seat.

He sits and broods, looking out of the window outside longingly, his thoughts are interrupted by an invading spoon, one filled with delicious soup broth, held by the gentle but toned hands of Flourette Rutland, who attempts to feed Noell his breakfast soup.

He proceeds to slap the spoon away, splashing the still hot soup back into Flourette's face, a move that causes her shiver to her core as she pulls out a handkerchief to clean her face, where you catch what you think to be a hint of smile behind the cloth, but you quickly dismiss that as just being your imagination.

Closer towards the center of the room is Dillion, who sits alone at a four person table, looking at everyone with a mix disinterest and disgust and to the adjacent wall, you spot Reynauld, apparently feeling too cool and moody to sit or be near anyone else, he keeps his head down and his back against the wall.

You then catch the depressed face of Brovoski, as hides in the corner of the cafe at a single person table, away from sight. After him, you see the faces of two people who you've never actually met before-

"Oh, you guys have finally gotten here? Took you all a damn while." But before you're allowed to clearly examine them, a familiar voice hits your ear.
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>>3326509

>That fucking song.

Whoops.

https://youtu.be/BknOTzSCQhI

This is supposed be the theme, that song makes it sound like you just stepped into a haunted house.
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You look over to see the distinct eye-patch and shit-eating grin of Vanilla eyeing you down from the bar.

"Oh man, you made it to the finals Blondie? I was so happy thinking you dropped dead early too." She taunts.

"Don't talk about dropping dead cyclops. You might just tempt me to make sure you do." A voice thick with a Yorknew accent hits your ears as you look a stools across the aisle to see Peachnia, still caked in clown make-up sucking down a ice-cream shake as she glares down Vanilla.

Vanilla looks displeased just having to look at her, "You've still got a tongue to talk with? I thought it rotted off with your brain."

"What? You mean like dear old righty there?" Peachnia points at Vanilla's missing eye.

"You know what, it's great that your tongue is till fresh, now I can rip it out myself and wear it like a trophy." She threatens.

"Could the two of you shut your mouths for a second? I'm trying to think." Noell demands.

"The hell was that emo bitch-boy!? You trying to save this she-bitches's ass!?" Peachnia asks.

"No, I just can't stand to hear two bickering bitches first thing in the morning. If you must bash out the 10 brain cells you two collectively hold, do it outside." Noell, as cold and confrontational as always, has no problems pouring oil on the fire as long as it doesn't burn his house down.

"Oh, I'd love too! Like a useless slut like that can even fight for shit! I carried her ass straight through the 2nd test and I'll beat it too!" Peachnia counters.

"Yeah and I bet all the energy you used 'carrying my ass' was what caused you to be so useless during the 3rd test, what with me practically solving the whole mystery while you were stuck just trying to figure out how re-apply your ugly-ass make-up after it got smudged." Vanilla taunts.

Peachnia slams her fist against counter, "It's your useless-ass fault that my make-up even got ruined! Fighting that beast fucked with my hair and make-up while you sat back and just fucking watched!" She exclaims.

"If you ask me that beast did you a favor, for a whole day, your face didn't look like an extra-caked up clown's ass." Vanilla taunts.

(Jesus Christ, even after being made to work togehter for 3 days, their relationship hasn't improved one bit. If anything, it's only gotten worse as they've got more material to insult each other with...) you realize as you head deeper inside the cafe.

A vein springs up on Peachnia's head as she grits her teeth so hard they may just crack, "I guess you didn't learn your lesson last time I had to crack a baseball bat upside your skull huh bitch!? Looks like I'll need to double up!" She threatens.

"Just try me! I nearly buried your ass back at Damon's house, so I guess it's about time I finished the job! Don't want your rotten-ass corpse stinking up the place!" Vanilla makes a come get me sign with her hands, egging her on.

"You're on!" Peachnia jumps from her seat.
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Clap!But then A thunderous clap erupts throughout the room, bringing everyone to a screeching halt.

You have to hold your ears closed to protect your eardrums as you look over to find the source of the clap was Netero.

"Alright good applicants, I ask that you refrain from attacking each other outside testing conditions, such actions can result in disqualification." he warns, looking right at Ronnie and Helda.

"What!? But this bitch just made fun of me!" Peachnia argues.

"What was done or said is irrelevant, unless you want to squander the opportunity before you, I suggest you find your seat." Netero dismisses.

"Grrrr...." She reluctantly plops herself back to the stool as back, as Vanilla shoots her a middle finger.

"Good. Now I ask that you spend the next few minutes acquainting yourselves with one another while I go check something." Netero states as he walks off to a door off to side leading to what looks like an office.

"Wait, aren't we supposed to be starting the test now? Why should I waste time talking with these worthless reprobates?" Noell questions.

As Netero steps through the door, he sticks his head out to answer, "You shouldn't have such a negative attitude to your fellow applicants. It won't be for long, just have a nice chat while I sort something out will you." Netero says as he closes the door behind him.

"....." The whole room is silent for a mind-numbingly awkward amount of time, no even tries to converse with anyone else.

That is, until Bradford gets bored, "Jesus fucking Christ, is it just me, or is this place just oozing with hate!?" Bradford shouts.

"Thanks for spelling out the obvious retard! If you can't tell, no one here really likes anyone else!" Peachnia calls out.

"No fucking asked for your opinion carnie! And that ain't true! Not everyone in here wants to murder someone! I mean, Derrick here doesn't want to kill anyone!" he points to you.

What will you say?

>Yeah, I like most of you guys actually.

>I can't stand you people, but I don't really want to hurt any of you.

>I could stand to maim one or two of you.

>[Write-in]
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>>3326518
Oh ok. I thought we were gonna die when we entered or something

>>3326547
>>Yeah, I like most of you guys actually.
Hopefully this will lead to a little less fighting
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>>3326547
>Yeah, I like most of you guys actually.
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>>3326574
>>3326617

>You know what, you guys aren't so bad.

>Writing.
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"Yeah actually, I think most of you guys are pretty great." you agree.

Everyone looks at you as if you've grown a second head, "Uh, Derrick? Are you okay, Did you hit your on the way here? Perhaps fall off a cliff?" Flourette asks with genuine concern.

"What? I'm being serious." you state.

"Yes and that's the worrying part, if you honestly find this collection of degenerates, psychopaths and violent idiots likable, if even bearable, you need to step outside and catch a breath of fresh air, maybe two." Noell states.

"Hey, Shut the fuck up monkey boy! The only thing that matters here is that he's proving me right! Derrick ain't no psycho!" Bradford proudly announces.

"Okay, that's one out of like 15 people, what else you got?" Vanilla points out.

"Okay, uhhhh,-" He looks to Dillion at his table

"Rich boy! You're asshole, but I'm sure you ain't a murderous asshole!" Bradford states

Dillion clicks his tongue, "I'm surprised you, of all people would say that, considering you're the one person here who I want and have tried to kill." He answers.

"Wait, wait, you tried to kill me!? When!?" he asks.

Dillion gives a confused look, "Do you not remember when I nearly blew your head off during the 2nd test? What did you think I was trying to do?" He asks.

"I thought that was just a fucking joke man! Dick move man!" Bradford exclaims.

"A joke? What raving madman attempts to murder someone as a joke? There's no one sane that does that." Dillion questions.

Bradford makes a confused face, "Wait, you telling me you never played the Made you shoot game!?" He asks.

"The what game?" Dillion asks.

"Oh don't give me that shit! You know, the made you shoot game!? You get your friends, a loaded gun and you make an ok-sign with your hand and place it on your thigh." He explains.

"If you get some dumbass to look at your sign, you get to shoot at them!" He finishes.

Dillion looks dumbfounded, "...Are you being serious right now? You're not right?" He asks.

"Wait, you seriously telling you've never played? Man, you had a seriously fucked up childhood man." Bradford shakes his head.

Dillion looks poised to counter, before giving up and looking away, "Okay, whatever. Please just stop breathing in my direction, I don't want to catch your stupid." He states.
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Bradford ignores Dillion's insult and continues to scan the room, "Okay, thennnnn...." He quickly finds that no else even remotely fits the bill till he looks down to Arztz who he still has in a headlock, "Here! This twink here doesn't want to kill anyone!" He states.

Helda gives Arztz a scrutinizing look , "That white hair....a 13th son?" She realizes.

She then shakes her head, "Sorry to rain on your parade westerner. But that's a 13th son, by virtue of his nationality, that phantom would be fine killing anyone and everyone here." She points out.

Bradford looks disturbed, "That true Twinke!?" He asks.

Arztz thinks for a moment, "Well, I've come to see a lot of you as good friends, so I would certainly feel bad if I was forced to slaughter you all." He answers.

"That sounds like you would still do it though!" Bradford points out.

Arztz smile grows dark, "Well...I can't see any reason why I'd do such a thing...for now..." He laughs a little to himself.

Bradford freaks out and let's him fall to the floor like a bag of potato, "Okayyyy, putting that little psycho aside. There has to be someone who isn't a murderous psycho in here..." He moves his finger across the room.

"uhhhhh...oh! You fuckers!" His finger finally lands on the rather unnotable men in the back, the ones you don't recognize.

"Uhhhh, who the hell are you fuckers again!?" He asks.

The two men of average, unoteworthy appearance, stature and demeanor stand up and bow at Bradford's question, "I'm glad someone finally bothered asking. My name is Literalili Whu and this is my friend, Watts Urnameagaini." He introduces.

"Uhhh, Literally Who and what?" Bradford asks.

They both clap, "Impressive, most people don't pronounce our names right on their first try! Good one!" Watts praises.

Bradford looks confused but shakes his head and ignores, "Uhhhh-huh. So you guys want to kill anyone!?" He questions.

They look between each other before answering, "Not really." they say.

"See! They aren't psychos!" he exclaims proudly in victory.

"Those two are a couple of nobodies! Who even cares what they think!?" Peachnia asks.

"First thing I think we've ever agreed on." Vanilla nods.

Peachnia looks physically disgusted to hear that, "Well I don't want to argee with your ass on anything, so let's never let that happen again."

Bradford looks around with a mix of fear and digust, "Man, you guys are seriously fucked in the head you know that!?" He shouts.

"You're one to talk." everyone in the room says in perfect unison.
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>>3326758
>My name is Literalili Whu and this is my friend, Watts Urnameagaini
Watch, they're going to end up being the strongest ones here
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Noell shakes his head, "I swear, these idiots buzz in my ears more than a swarm of flies and are just as much of a plague." he states.

"Oh, you don't mean that, I saw that smile on your face when you saw Derrick enter!" Flourette counters.

A small twitch runs through Noell's eye, "But the biggest, most disgusting fly has to be the one in front of me." Noell answers.

Flourette shivers intensely at that, "A-Are you talking about me Master? I thought we talked about insulting me like that, you can only do it in private..." She reminds.

"I'll insult you how I want, where I want and when I want, you pathetic bottom-feeding insect. Cease speaking." Noell berates.

Flourette's face looks shocked worse than words can describe at the brutal tongue-lashing she's just received, "Of course master...my apologies..."

Flourette hides her face as it turns beet red, clearly from all the rage and embarrassment she's bottling up, you truly feel for her, but even now, you can do nothing to help her.

"Woah, you seriously just gonna sit back and take that? Pathetic doesn't even begin to describe you, oh Mighty Wall Lion." Ronnie joins the conversation.

Flourette holds her head back up, looking much more visibly displeased to be insulted by Ronnie, but before she can speak, Helda is holding up her Halberd and pointing it at Ronnie while sitting down.

The Halberd's incredible length is truly shown as, even from her seated position a few tables away, the spear of the halberd still manages to reach stabbing distance of Ronnie's face, reaching over several tables as she threatens him.

"How many times must I tell you to hold your tongue before you learn to be quiet?" Helda asks as she inches the blade closer to Ronnie.

"Or will I be forced to gouge it out myself before you learn the value of silence? Maybe I'll even cook and eat it afterwards, I hear dog tongue is a delicacy in this land." She taunts.

Ronnie puts a finger to the tip of the spear and pushes it away slowly, showing no fear despite Helda's clear killing intent, "Calm your scales lizard brains, I was just making a comment. Cool yourself the hell off before you light yourself on fire." He states.

"The only one here who will end up burned is yourself, damn Cremoxian worm..." She glares posionous daggers at Ronnie as they stare each other down for a moment.
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But before any blood starts spilling, a black gloved hand springs from seemingly nowhere and grabs the blade end of Helda's Halberd, "Now hold a moment friends, surely you needn't start a fight here over simple words, right?" A voice, as calm and serene as autumn rain and just as soothing breaks up the fight.

You and Helda both look to see the man brave enough to interrupt the brewing combat and see a man, donned in a pure black trenchcoat with a yellow undershirt.

His medium length gray locks nearly obscure a soft smile painted unto a pale face, one without the faintest hint of stress or worry.

"This cafe is a place of peace and discussion, it would be a shame to end both in bloodshed, wouldn't you agree?" He asks of Helda.

However, despite the calm man's plea, Helda seems only more enraged at the sight of him, "The only shame here is that you would dare lay your filthy claws on my spear owl! Unhand my weapon, before I'm forced to rend your fingers off free it!" She threatens.

(Owl? Did she just call that guy an owl? What does that mean?) you wonder.

He releases the spear which Helda immediately retracts, "But of course, apologies for the intrusion, but I didn't want two fellow Ochimans killing one another over such petty squabbles." He explains calmly in the face of her irrational anger.

(Fellow Ochimans? So he's from Ochima like Helda, Ronnie and Arztz, he doesn't look anything like them any of them though...) you think as you move closer to get a better look at him.

"Even so, you clearly know not your boundaries owl, there's no excuse for tainting a Dragon maidens spear, such an offense is punishable by death in Dalam." She explains.

"Yes, I'm well-aware of the laws of our allied nations and hold great respect for them as well-" He stops mid-sentence to bow his head, "But I wished not to see slaughter, so I selfishly stepped in to stop you both, for that you have my apologies." He apologizes.

"....At least you can recognize your mistakes owl." That manages to get her to calm down, "Fine, I see no point in slaughtering a dog in such a fine establishment, would sully the good meals." She says as she goes back to eating.

Ronnie simply sighs and looks away, "I thank you both for your understanding..." he says rising from his bow.
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As he arches his back from the bow, you notice something new about his uniform, glued on to his shoulder, a dark purple and red badge displays the acronym S.I.S.F along with the figure of a diving owl flying at it's prey.

(That badge, it's just like the one Helda and Ronnie have, but looks like it's from a different nation. Another guy gunning for the throne? What does S.I.S.F stand for?) you stare at the man in an attempt to decipher the Acronym.

"Hm?" He notices you staring at him from the distance and turns to look at you, "Now who would you be? A westerner? Is there something about me that catches your eyes?"

"What? Well, I, Uh-Wait..." you're about to answer, when you notice another oddity about his features.

His eyes, his pupils, they almost seem to be...glowing.

They shine with a golden sheen, and this isn't just a pair of yellow pupils, they look like actual minted gold, bright and enrapturing to look at.

(What are those eyes...they barely seem human...) you go in silent awe of them.

"What is it Westerner? Has my partner's eyes struck you deaf and dumb?" Another new voice, this one much less pleasant however.

A tall man, sharing much of the same features as the man he calls his partner, expect he's taller and the uniform he wears is a mix of dark blue and black and his hair is much shorter than his partner.

However, just like his partner, his eyes have this strange golden glow to them, "But, even if you've been awe-struck to sublimity, that's no excuse to forget your manners, you can't just sit there and gawk like some kind of mindless goat!" He says with a voice dripping with arrogance and laced with malice.

That insult wakes you from your trance, "Who are you calling a goat? I'm just wondering who the hell you two are, considering I've never seen you before." you counter.

The partner raises a hand to calm you, "Please, don't be angry, excuse my friend's words, he has a bad tendency to let his pride speak for him."

"You say that as if I'm the one being rude here! He's the one stared at us like we're zoo attractions or something! I swear, you westerners are no better than apes..." He argues.

That gets on your nerves, "The hell was that? You just call me an ape?" you ask.

"Yes, though that description was clearly in-apt, dumb ape would be a better description." He taunts.
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The partner pats him on the shoulder and speaks, "Oh come now, there's no need to show such xenophobia, we're visitors in this land, it's only customary for us to be the first to introduce ourselves." He corrects.

"Well, I suppose you're right." The taller man concedes.

"Fine then Western Ape, I'll give you the honor learning not one, but two names of the master race, show gratitude!" He begins.

(Master Race? Did this guy just say master race?) you wonder as they introduce themselves.

They both put their hands to their neck in some strange, foreign salute, "My name is Volt Jaeger, 1st son in the house of the Jaeger family and proud Owl of Siqaa." Volt introduces.

"And I'm Aldof Ubermen, only son of the prestigious Ubermen line, a proud owl of Siqaa and an even prouder solider in the Siqaaian Military!" Aldof introduces.

That introduction only made you more confused however, "Owls of Siqaa?" you question.

"It's what we call all those born of the land of Siqaa." Noell cuts-in, answering your question.

You look over to him as he speaks, "We call them that because of their eyes, which glow golden in the dark like those of an owl and gray hair, which resembles an owl's feathers." Noell explains.

"I see...", (So that wasn't just my imagination.) you realize.

"Legend has it that the first men and women of Siqaa were born of a giant owl, a massive, island-sized bird with eyes so powerful that it could past time and space. Allowing it to see any place, at any time period, providing limitless knowledge of every event, past, future and present." Flourette expounds.

Aldof chimes in, "That owl is known as the Akashic Asio, it's our national symbol and object of faith for many religious people across Brenho." He adds.

Volt raises a finger, "And because of that, we Siqaaians are known for our vast wisdom, great knowledge-"

"And even greater Arrogance." Noell finishes.

"Young master!" Flourette exclaims.

"The men of Brenho are not ones to pussy-foot around the truth, or be brow-beaten into not speaking it." Noell counters.

He turns a glare to both Volt and Aldof, "Siqaaians are among the most arrogant and pompous nations in all of Brenho. They look down everyone as inferior, they think of themselves as some-kind of all-knowing master race."
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Volt and Aldof take no offense to his claims whatsoever.

"Well, while I can't speak on the behalf of all Siqaaians, I personally don't see anyone as inferior, I just think some people are naturally better at some things than others." Volt says with a shrug.

"Well I can speak on the behalf of all Siqaaians, when I say that we don't think of ourselves as superior, we know we're better." Aldof declares.

Noell clicks his tongue, "See what I mean? They know everything but how to shut up."

Aldof bows his head, "I'm sorry,Prince Noell, but it as you said before, we men of Brenho do not pussy-foot around the truth, we say it like it is." he states.

He raises his head and looks Noell straight in the eye, "And there is no simpler truth than the natural one! We are smarter, stronger and more talented in every field! We stand above all other life-forms, Our strength is knowledge and our knowledge is limitless!"

"If such a thing isn't superiority? What is it?" He asks.

"...." Noell glares down at him but says nothing.

You look on at the situation with growing anxiety, (Oh boy, this looks like a political disaster brewing. Noell probably shouldn't, but will end up saying something that will be used against him if this continues.) you notice.

(This asshole, he's trying to rile him and get him to say something, I can't stand arrogrant pricks like him. I should tell him off, but at the same time, I'd be making more enemies than friends doing that...) you think.

What will you do?

>Counter him

>Stay Silent.
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>If you're so superior surely you'll show it in the final exam. Now can you stop trying to play the good cop bad cop routine that literally every child in my homeland can read a mile away? It's like you stole is straight out of (insert famous crime drama here.) You two are more hackneyed than Bradford being the crazy shotgun toting yorbian, Artz being the nice but crazy and likely possibly psychotic pale man, Brovoski being a gentle giant, Reyanuld being the desperado or myself being the hot blooded Yorknew tough trying to make good in the big world. Try again when you get a better than remedial mastery of your material.
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>>3326883
>If you're so superior surely you'll show it in the final exam
I like this. Show that you're superior instead of just talking about it
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>>3326917

Alright, that's a good response, give me a second.

>Writing.
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"Delusion." You state.

Aldof's face shifts from a smile to a sneer in an instant, "Excuse me? What did you say?" He asks.

"I just answered your question, that isn't superiority, it's delusion." you repeat.

Aldof shakes his head, as if he can't believe his ears, "I'm sorry, but what would a western pig like yourself know of superiority? Your people are so far down the evolutionary chain that I barely count you as human." he insults.

"Well I do know that anyone who would go around screaming he's superior all the time probably ain't very superior at all. In-fact, I'm pretty sure someone like that just has his head stuck too far up his ass to see how stupid he looks." you counter.

His fist clenches in rage,, "You ape...! You dare-"

"Excellent answer Derrick." Noell cuts him off, "While I don't support you berating our good allies, it's nice to hear a sensible point of view now and again. Thank you very much." He states.

>+50 points to Noell Cromwell relationship! (320 Points to go!)

"...." Aldof looks ready to blow a gasket, he clenches his fists in silence.

"Hm? What's this now? A silent owl? By the great fathers, you'd think the world was coming to an end." Noell berates, putting the pressure on him now.

"Do you have nothing to say now, Aldof? That would be great." He insults.

That pushes him over the edge, "To not only be defaced by filthy western trash, but the Cadaver Prince as well...!" He grumbles.

Noell's eyes go wide "Cadaver Prince...." He repeats as if he's been slapped in the face.

"Young master..." Noticing this, Flourette puts a hand to his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Veins spring up across Aldof's face as his once cool persona shatters to pieces like a broken mask, "Made fun of by a western dog and an emotionless husk not even fit to take the throne! I should take both your tongues for even daring to-!"

"Aldof." Before he's allowed to continue his tirade, Volt places a hand to his shoulder and looks up to him, same smile on his face.

"If you speak even one word more, it will be your tongue strewn across the floor, please, get a hold of yourself." He says in the calmest, most friendly way possible, it takes a moment for you to even register the threat he just made, it was too causal.

"Ah...." And just like that, Aldof falters, his once growing tidal wave of rage, subsides into a quiet ripple.

Volt, steps past Aldof and bows his head in apology, "I apologize on both our behalves, it's clear we've soured relations here."

"Come now Aldof, let's return to our seats and continue to discuss our plans." He orders as he walks over to the furthest table in the corner.

"Right..." He quickly follows suit.
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"....Damn owls." Noell spits in a voice laced with growing hate.

"...." you watch silently as the two walk away, (Is it me, or is everyone from Ochima just the most toxic kind of weird? It's real hard to get a read on the two of them, well, Aldof isn't hard, cause he's clearly just an asshole...but Volt on the other hand...)

You look directly at Volt as he walks away, that same calm smile still painted on his face, (He seems nice and he seems friendly, but that just the problem, everything about him seems that way. He never did anything that worried me, but at the same time...something about him just felt, kinda fake...) you realize.

"Derrick." Noell calls to you as he notices you watching them.

"I say this to you as a word of caution, As grateful I am for your aid, I ask that next time those two try and provoke me, say nothing." He warns.

You get closer and speak quietly, "Why? Are they also you're rivals in that Razorrose thing?" you ask.

"That too, but even if they weren't plotting against me, involving yourself with owls is never a good idea. I didn't want to mention it while they can hear, but Siqaaians are infamous for one other thing, espionage." He clarifies.

That catches you off-guard, "You mean their spies?" you ask.

"The best in the nation, their information network is the strongest in all 7 kingdoms, nothing escapes the eyes of an owl and one more thing-"

He pulls you extra close for this final part, "Be extra-careful of Volt, he's S.I.S.F." he explains.

"What does that mean?" you ask.

"Siqaa. Investigative. Security. Forces. Or as they're better known across Brenho, the kingdom's secret police." He answers.

"Secret police?" you ask in a deeply worried voice.

"They report directly to the throne, they hold all the nations greatest secrets and by that merit, they are the elite among the elite. Men like him are not to be trifled with, understand me?" He asks.

You nod your head, "Got it, thanks for the warning." you state.

He slowly pushes you away, "Save your thanks, if you're to help me claim the throne, it's only natural I ensure you don't lack vital information. Your ignorance could very easily be our downfall after all." Noell dismisses.

"You say all that, but aren't you really just concerned for a friend?" Flourette says with a smile on her face.

A jolt runs through, he turns to her with a belligerent expression on his face, "I'm sorry, but who allowed you to open your whore mouth? Certainly wasn't me." He berates.

"Ahhhh, yes, sorry young master..." Flourette goes tense and begins to shiver in place, in what is clearly an extreme display of fright.
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"But even so, I'm right aren't I? You're helping him because he's your friend?" She questions.

Noell looks away, a light blush cutting across his face, "S-Such things are besides the point...but yes, t-that may have been a factor..." he confesses.

That puts a smile on your face, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've missed you, you emo bastard." you state.

"Ever the rude prick are we Derrick? I can't say I missed having your lack of volume control and idiocy around." he starts.

"But...I would've be disappointed if I had heard you failed, so I'm glad you're here." He states.

"Thanks man." you state.

A tender moment of reunion is shared for a moment, till Noell looks over to Flourette and speaks, "...Wipe that smile off your face." He orders of her.

You look over to see a big, dopey grin across Flourette's face as she watches the two of you, "Smile? What smile young master? I'm not smiling." She teases.

Noell's blush goes even brighter, "I swear if you don't knock that grin off, I will!" He threatens.

"Of course young master, exactly as you say!" Clearly not listening to a word he's saying, Flourette's smile only grows wider.

Which causes Noell's fist to clench harder, "Derrick, as nice as this reunion is, It seems we'll have to cut it short." he states.

"Huh? Why?" you ask as Noell get's up from his chair.

He then grabs Flourette by the ear, hard and starts dragging her away, "It seems my attendant's tiny brain has been fried to ash, a shame really, I must supply her with water to cool her down." He explains.

"Ahhhhhh-Don't pull so hard young master! There's no need for this! I have water at the table already!" She protests.

"Oh no no, tap water is a bit too good for a trashy harpy like you, besides, I think you're going to need at least a bowl of water to cool down." he says as he drags her to the bathroom.

"Wait-What!? Young master! You wouldn't-!" She attempts fight her way out of his grasps but fails as they reach the bathroom door.

he opens the door as he speaks, "Don't worry, I hear the toilets in this country are in pristine condition, why you help me find out if that's true? You know, by taste-testing them for me." He threatens as he pulls her inside.

Flourette's face is beet red as she's dragged away, "Ahhhh, This feeling-! Such brutality! Such violence! Such-!-Such! release-!"

SLAM goes the bathroom door before Flourette is capable of calling for help.

(By god, she was in so much pain she couldn't even scream Release me...poor Flourette, one of these days, you'll be free of that evil bastard's abuse, I promise!) you want to shout out, but you know there's no saving her now.

FLUSHHHHHHHH a few seconds afterwards, you hear the repeating sounds of a toilet.
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>a few minutes later...

After getting re-acquainted with Everyone, you find a seat at one of the stools at the bar, near the end of the row, a good 5 seats away from Peachnia and Vanilla's seats, saving you from the possible head trauma you would suffer from being near them.

Bradford and Arztz find seats of their at a nearby table, by some magic, Arztz hasn't been annoyed by Bradford enough to avoid him yet, giving Bradford someone to expend all his energy on harassing.

Noell and Flourette returned from the bathroom, with Noell sitting down and reading a book while Flourette wrings the fresh toilet water from her hair, gives you all a moment of tranquil peace.

That nice, peaceful phase however, comes to an end as Netero finally returns from the office, "Finally, I was half-way to getting as gray as your decrepit ass." Peachnia comments as Netero reaches the front of the room again.

Netero is unphased by her rudeness "I apologize, I was just checking on the progress of the remaining applicants we're waiting on." He explains.

"We're still waiting on more? I thought these last 6 idiots were all that were left." Ronnie questions.

Netero shakes his head, "For this next test, we will need at least 20 applicants present. With the arrival of the last 6, we now have 16, so we're waiting on 4 others." he explains.

"Jesus fucking Christ, who thought an exam could be this fucking slow..." Vanilla groans.

"Don't worry yourself, the people you're waiting on have all finished their tests and are currently on their way here." Netero explains.

Netero pulls up the sleeve on his robe and speaks, "In-fact, the first set, should be here any second now..." He trails off

knock!knock! Right on cue, a knock find the door of the cafe.

"Ah! Speak of the devil!" Netero exclaims happily.

"Hello? Is this the right place?" A soft, feminine asks from behind the door..

"That voice...is that you pinky!?" Vanilla is first to figure it out.

"Ah, you mean Ms.Etheline made it to the finals? What great news, I was sure she'd make it!" Flourette exclaims happily.

"I wasn't, I'm honestly surprised she'd made it past the first test without being devoured by some starving beast." Noell comments.

"Stop being such a prissy little faggo-I mean-emo!" Bradford scolds.

"You should just be happy that a sweet little darling like her had the guts to make it this far!" Bradford is strangely elated at Etheline appearance.

"Oh come now sweetie~, the examiners would never be so cruel to drop us at the wrong location." Another familiar voice, this one deep yet gentle comes from behind the door.

Bradford's previous elation than fades to the wind as he recognizes the second voice, "Oh Christ...is that who I think it is..."

Noell's face of displeasure becomes one of growing rage, "Curse our fates and stars, a plague has come upon our house." Noell groans.
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"Fufufufu" Rings a dark and seductive laughter, "Oh what a cutie! She actually thinks consent means something to us!" another female voice, this one a bit deeper and much lewder speaks.

Landon also laughs, "Oh Etheline, you're looking at it the wrong way. It's only breaking and entering if the people inside don't want us inside, but don't worry, I know they do." He claims.

"Wait, how can you tell they want us if they don't ask for it?" Etheline questions a perfectly innocent manner.

"They don't need to ask for to want it, take this as a lesson my dear, whether they ask for it or not-" Landon pushes the door open in a single push, revealing the trio of him, Sophina and Etheline behind the door.

"You always come inside." He finishes.

A mix of reactions flood out as they 3 enter the domain.

Some show elation at Etheline's arrival, "Etheline my good friend! I'm so glad to see you make it to final, I knew you had the power to make it to the end." Flourette exclaims.

Vanilla smiles, "Hey there Pinky! Welcome to the finals, glad to see you decided to drop by, it was awfully boring without someone smart to talk to." She compliments.

Even Bradford jumps up from his seat as he speaks, "Ya made it girly! I knew a tough as nails bitc-I mean- lovely young woman like yourself would pull it off!" he exclaims.

Etheline is overwhelmed by the heaping praise, "Aw shucks, you guys! I missed you all so much too! I'm so happy to see you all again!" She exclaims with a big smile.
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Meanwhile, others show Landon contempt at his appearance, "Woo! Woo! Get ready boys, cover those rears, look out, look out! Here comes the queer!" Peachnia chants.

Noell clicks his tongue, "To think of all people you survived...I'd hope that even if the test hadn't killed you, some disease you contracted from your various of debauchery would."

Landon takes the hate with a smile, "Yes, yes, I know you're all so very happy to see me. I'm just as happy to see all of you." He turns his attention to Noell.

"Especially you my Dark Delight, it feels like it's been ages since I met that beautiful glare of yours, how have you been? I've missed you." Landon compliments as he approaches Noell.

Upon detecting the incoming threat, Noell reflexively grabs his blade and points to Landon, "Not a step further degenerate! You move even an inch closer and the only thing you'll be missing are your guts!" He threatens.

Landon steps back with a growing smile on his face, "Ahhh, there is it...such words of passion frosted over by such icy hate...So hot yet so cold, that's why I find you irresistible~" He states

Noell to lurches back a little in terror. "You disgusting freak...!"

"Hey now! Only I get to call him that!" Sophina hugs Landon from behind as she speaks.

"Hey now Lanny, what was all that? You trying to get me jealous, flirting with that emo boy in public like that..." She says as she runs her hands across Landon's body, touching everywhere that won't get her arrested for a public indecency charge.

"Oh sweet Sophia, now you know that's not true-" Landon grabs one of Sophina's wandering hands, twirls her around to his front and leans his face close to her own, "Right now, my eyes, heart and soul only go one way, straight to your heart." he flirts.

"Ohhhh..." Sophina meets Landon's romantic words with bedroom eyes that would melt a weaker man to jelly, "Okay, that's nice and all, but what about your tongue? Which way does that go?" she asks.

Landon laughs, "Oh that? That goes all kinds of ways. Want to see for yourself?" He asks.

She licks her lips in response, "Oh I'd be happy to."

"Oh for the love of things righteous and right with us! Please take these debauch acts of yours and do them in whatever lewd little corner, away from my poor eyes." Noell exclaims as he attempts to look away from the lewd spectacle.

Landon shakes his head, eyes still locked with Sophina, "Oh I wish I could, but this cute little devil here just loves doing it in public." he flirts.

"Oh stop it you! Don't lie like that!" Sophina counters.

She grips the back of his head so he can't get away, "I like public and private, don't get it mixed up like that."

"You're right, how about I mix you up instead?" Landon flirts.
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What followed from there was a series of events that, only using the most family friendly of wordings, could only be described as: The flowing a river with 2 mouths, The sound of a wet rag being wrung out and the moans of two fighting beasts.

Peachnia looks on, a slight blush on her face with peaked interest, "Oh...So he's not a complete queer after-all..." She corrects.

Noell covers his eyes with both hands, "Two gallons, I'm going to need at least two gallons of bleach to burn away the horrors that have just transpired."

You sit back and enjoy the sight of everyone you've met so far in this journey fighting and having fun with one another with a mix of glee and nostalgia, (Boy, I can't believe everyone actually made it, an exam with over 5000 applicants in the beginning, narrowed down to just 200 and then split down into groups of just 20.) you think.

(That means at least 4800 people failed or died along the way, and not one of us was among that number, though we did come close once or twice...) you think back to the 1st and 2nd tests.

You can't help but smile, (That's just crazy when you think about it, we really fought long and hard to get here and not one of us gave up...shit, I think I might have made some really good friends.)

As you're thinking that, Etheline breaks away from all the people talking to her as she notices you, "Derrick! you made it to the finals too!"

She runs over to your table, her smile two times brighter, leaving you feeling a bit bewildered but too happy to be bothered by it, "By the skin of my teeth basically, but yeah, I survived." you state.

"Don't be so humble about it, I knew someone as strong as you would make it to the finals. I'm just happy we get to go at it together." She states.

"I could say the same about you, nice job making it all the way here on your own, I knew you could do it." you praise.

She shakes her head, "No, I wasn't on my own at all. It was actually because of you..." She says with a slight blush.

"Because of me?" you ask.

"Well, I had to fight a lot to get here and if it wasn't for all those fighting skills you gave me, I might not be here right now." She explains.

She clenches her fist and looks proudly down at it, "You gave me the power to fight for myself, so I wasn't alone, even when you're not beside, It's like I have you right here, fighting with me..." She softly grabs her own fists.

What will you say?

>No, you got here through your own skill, be proud of that.

>I'm glad to help you now, and I'll happily help you anytime.

>I can be in more places than your hand if you want, like your heart maybe?
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>>3327077
>I appreciate the compliment. But your strength is your own. You may have learned from me and learned fast, but it is still you. Just make sure you try to pick up some conditioning to go with that suit, you can't wear it 24/7.
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>>3327023
Eh? That didn't really include the write-in

>>3327077
>>I'm glad to help you now, and I'll happily help you anytime.
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>No, you got here through your own skill, be proud of that.
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>>3327090

>Eh? That didn't really include the write-in

Did it not? I took that write-in as If you were actually a master race, you wouldn't be bragging about being a master-race (Along with anon throwing some good shade my way by putting me on blast for my use of stereotypes for a lot of my characters.) and ran with it from there.

Unless you wanted me to include the super-meta part, I think I did the write-in justice, what else should I have added?

>>3327085

This looks like a mix of your own skill and I'm glad to help, I can use it.

>Writing.
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I would personally interrupt is as more of a declaration to prove it instead of telling them that they're just outright wrong. He could be correct or incorrect, we simply don't know but what we do know if that all the different people he said he's superior to are in the same room as him, taking the same exam, so it's a perfect chance to test if they are truly the master race or not instead of just talking about it. Like a "put your money where your mouth is" kind of deal
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You put a hand up to stop her, "I appreciate the compliment. But your strength is your own. Everything else was your brains mixed with a little of my brawn." you counter.

She gives a slightly troubled smile, "I get what you mean, but it was with your training that even managed to get here, the CADS really worked like a charm in that second test, but I can't really say that was my own strength..." She states.

You extend a fist, "Then make it your own, you aren't as frail as you look, trust me, I tested that first hand. With a little conditioning and a bit or muscle memory, I'm sure you'll learn how to fight even without the suit on your back." You state.

Her eyes dazzle a bit, "Y-You really think so? You really think I'm that strong?" She asks.

"I'm sure you're that strong, a little faith in yourself can go a long way. And trust me, we're going long ways in this place." You promise.

>Etheline brims with excitement from your encouragement! +30 points! (420 points to go!)

Etheline looks a little blown away by your confidence in her, "R-Right, I'll make sure to keep my training up...so that one day I'll be as cool as you...."

"Huh? What'd you say?" you ask.

"N-Nothing, uhhhh-" She looks around to find something to switch topics to.

She looks to Landon and Sophinia, "Oh! uh, it wasn't just your help, I also I had Landon and Sophina to help me along the way!" She states.

You feel a pang of worry, "Yeah...still, you're really tough for making it through 2 tests with those two, it must have been really hard..." you comfort.

"Huh? Why?" She asks.

You give her a perplexed look, "Well, I mean, it's Landon and Sophinia, If Landon wasn't cracking dirty jokes, he was cracking Sophina's dress and...well, you know." you explain.

She shakes her head, "No. I don't know. What do you mean?" She asks.

"Uhhhh, do I really have to spell here, in public? I mean, they do that a lot on their own anyway..." you dodge the topic.

She gives a confused look, "I don't really get what you mean. I mean, Landon and Sophina undressed a lot, but that's because they'd keep going into the forest to play games!" she explains.

A shock runs through your spine, "Um, Etheline, are-are you joking?" you ask.

She shakes her head, "No, they did it all the time during the 2nd test,they'd tell me to wait at camp as they left their clothes behind to go into the forest and play games." She explains.

You show a face of genuine concern, "Etheline, you can't be serious. Isn't that a bit weird? Taking off your clothes to play games in the forest?" you ask.

"I mean it was kinda weird, but I think it's fine, I mean they're super-close, like brother and sister, so they must be fine with seeing each naked, it's a little cute actually." She answers.
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>>3327162

A very good point, that too would have been an excellent way to counter his argument, okay, next time I'll try and be more to the point with the write-ins and try and put my own spin on them less.

>Continuing.
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>>3327162
That was the intended line of thought, but God o ROck did fine. Confidence is quiet, he was not. His buddy (volt) might be superior, he's just a yapping dog.
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>>3327171
It's all good man, thanks for understanding

>>3327184
Hey he could be be both strong and confident as well as a cocky asshole, they aren't necessarily mutually exclusive. And judging by their entrance and Noelle's reactions to them, I'd say they're probably pretty strong. Whether or not they're really the strongest though has yet to be proven though
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The fact he sees the need to degrade everyone even when not pressed is the issue. He's insecure about his own superiority which means he is not in fact superior.

A truly superior man would not need to take the time to try and prove his superiority nor would he need to disprove the superiority of those around him. Which is why Volt is likely the more dangerous of the pair by far.
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You grab her by the shoulders and give her a serious look, "Etheline, stay with me here. What do you think they were doing when they left?" you ask.

"What? Wrestling of course." She answers.

You can't believe your ears, "W-Wrestling?" you ask in complete bewilderment

"Yeah, I mean, they had to be, whenever they'd come back, they'd be come back all covered in dirt and sweat, so they had to be wrestling! What else could they be doing?" She asks back.

The shock of her words forces you to take a step back, "E-Etheline? Did you ever actually ask them what they were doing?" you ask.

"Yep! They told me they were getting down and dirty and that it was their favorite game!" The child-like, pure smile she gives you as she says those words causes you to clench your chest in agony.

"Etheline...I...I..I don't know what to say..." you struggle to form a response.

Etheline looks perplexed, "Is wrestling that weird to you? I think wrestling is super cool! That's why I asked Landon to teach me some, since Sophina said he was so good at it!" She states.

"I'M SORRY,WHAT!?" you can't help but shout at the very top your lungs, catching everyone's attention.

You startle Etheline a bit, "Y-Yes, Landon was really thorough about it too. He taught me how to use my hands, my feet, even the proper way to move my hips!" She exclaims.

"...." you go quiet

"He wrestled with me everyday while we were together. He was a really good trainer too! He never gave me a chance to rest, we did all day, he just pounded the lessons into day in and day out. Sometimes Sophina even joined in and we'd have a 3-way!" Etheline explains.

Every eye in the room fell on Landon, who panicked under the intense, hateful gazes of the room, "U-Um, Etheline, sweet, that's a nice story and all, but perhaps you want to phrase it better..." He asks.

"What do you mean? How else am I supposed to phrase it? You smashed me into the dirt non-stop, even when I was begging you for mercy! It was hard, but it felt super good to learn! You grabbed me in ways I never even thought possible!" She continues.

"Landon...you disgusting filth....To such a young girl..." Noell looks like he's struggling between gagging in disgust or turning away in revulsion.

"Sir Landon, I knew you were a lustful man, but to take advantage of such a sweet, innocent girl... Unforgivable." Flourette's face is a mix of rage and pity.

"You really don't know how to keep it in your fucking pants huh? You're a monster, seriously fucked in the head!" Vanilla insults.

Landon backs away in fear, "I think you might all be misunderstanding! I'd never do anything to a precious, un-tainted flower like Etheline! She's too pure, too good for this world!"

Sophina joins in, "What are you talking about deary? Etheline's right, you're an amazing wrestler. The way you ran your hands across her was too amazing to be described, you didn't leave a single inch of her untouched..." She compliments.
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"You're not helping Sophi! Please stop talking!" Landon begs.

Before Landon even notices, he's been backed into a wall, 4 people surrounding him, all filled with rage and bloodlust, aimed at right at him.

"Oh friends, this is an excellent joke, really it is! hahahahaha! See, I'm laughing so much!" He laughs nervously.

"The only joke here is the fact that you're still breathing sex offender...no, maybe sex predator is a better name for you now." Noell threatens.

"You think that's funny? I know a better joke, I say we string this bastard up by his groin and use his scoutum as a pinata." Vanilla threatens

Shivers of fright run through Landon as he puts his hands up in a calming gesture, "Listen, as fun as all that sounds, perhaps you should all, cool your heads for a second-"

Before he's allowed to finish his sentence, Bradford has his hands on his collar and hoists him into the air and slams him against the wall, "You want us cool our heads!? How about you cool your loins first you-you-you-" Bradford struggles to find a word in his vocabulary that isn't a curse or some other form of foul language.

"Rape person! You're a rape person! You're a person that does rapes!" Failing, he decides to just make up his own word.

"No! That's wrong, I'm not a rape person! And I'd never do such a thing to dear Etheline!" He pleads.

His eyes then meet yours and he smiles, "Derrick! Oh my good friend Derrick! Surely you understand what's really going on right!? Talk some sense into these people!" He asks

What will you do?

>Clear up the misunderstanding

>Join in on the beat-down.
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>>3327234
>>Clear up the misunderstanding
>Save you energy for the last exam. Probably going to be a tourney or some shit.
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>>3327234
Clear up the misunderstanding
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>>3327225
This is great

>>3327234
>>Clear up the misunderstanding
Before he dies, ideally

>"Rape person! You're a rape person! You're a person that does rapes!"
It's been over 4 years and that is still one of the best lines of dialogue I've ever read
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>>3327255
>>3327256
>>3327257

>Okay guys, time to calm it down.

>Writing.
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(As terribly phrased as that all was, there's no way Landon would actually trick Etheline into doing this and that, he's a disgusting pervert, but he isn't that bad.) you realize.

Knowing that, you decide to play the part of Devil's advocate, You put your hands up in a calming gesture, "Okay guys, I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I'm pretty sure Landon didn't molest anyone this time." you say the unthinkable.

Landon looks overjoyed, "Oh! My precious Sunshine! I knew you'd never betray me!" He shouts before getting shaken again.

"Get that nonsense outta here! You really think I'm gonna believe this creep didn't use wrestling as an excuse to get his hands all over her!? You're living in a fantasy!" He counters.

"Okay man, I know this is Landon we;re talking about, but I'm sure even he has boundaries." you argue.

Noell gives a scrutinizing look, "Do you hear yourself right now? Boundaries? You think this walking sexual harassment lawsuit has boundaries?" He asks.

You try and come up with a counter argument, "...Okay, Maybe I phrased that last part wrong. but hear me out..." you say as fail terribly.

"I thought you were coming to my defense..." Landon mumbles sadly

"Of course I have boundaries! Admittedly very small ones...But they certainly include things like forcing myself on women that don't actual want me! I'd never do something so horri-gah!"

"Who said you could talk trashbag, shut that raping mouth!" Bradford cuts him off.

"Even my mouth is rapey now?" He asks.

"There isn't a single bone in you that isn't rapey." Vanilla answers.

"I didn't do such a thing, I swear....We were really just wrestling..." he pleads.

"You really think I'm gonna buy that!? That delicate little flower there!? You taught her how to wrestle!?" Bradford questions.

"I really did! Etheline deary, prove it to them! Prove my innocence!" He pleads.

Etheline looks a little shaken, "Prove it? How?" She asks.

"Just do the thing I showed you! You know what I'm talking about!" He orders.

"The thing? Really? Here and now? On who?" She asks.

Landon is dropped as Bradford steps up, "Hmph! Do it on me! Let's see if this cockroach really taught you anything!" He demands.

Bradford, a 6 foot, must been 200+ pound man, steps up to Etheline, a 19 year old girl who barely reaches 5 feet and weighs something in the 100s.

Etheline looks up to him with a concerned expression, "Are you sure Mr.Bradford?" She asks.

"You're Dam- I mean- Darn tootin I'm sure! Go ahead! I won't even fight back!" He says as he crosses his arms.

Etheline crouches and readies her stance, "Fine, don't say I didn't warn you beforehand..." She says as she takes some deep breathes.

"You can do it Dear...I know I trained you well..." Landon quietly encourages.

"Oh man! This I have got to see! This is going to be great!" Vanilla laughs.

"Well!? What are you waiting for!? Come at me!" Bradford demands.

"Oh man, this is going to be a mess..." You groan.
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Kohhhhhhhhh Etheline breathes in sharply and exhales slowly, entering into her own little world outside this one.

"What!? You having a panic attack or something!? No need to be scared baby! Come at me anytime!" he encourages in his impatience.

"When you end up failing, I'm gonna enjoy hanging that perverted freak up by his Testei-"

https://youtu.be/26UldnNl870

I'm sorry Mr.Bradford, but I have to go all out...just this once... Etheline states suddenly, cutting off Bradford's little monologue.

"Huh!? What'd you-" Bradford shouts.

In a flash of speed you never thought possible for Etheline, she twists perfectly around Bradford and grips around his stomach.

"What the-Are you serious!?" He shouts in a panic and attempts to fight back, but taking advantage of her shorter height, Etheline resists any struggling Bradford puts up.

Before he even has a chance to brute force his way out her grip, Etheline stomps a foot between Bradford's thrashing legs, actively tripping him on top of her.

"Wha-Whoaaaaaaaa!" Bradford screams as he falls backwards to the ground.

"No way!" Vanilla shouts in disbelief.

"He's going to crush her!?" Noell shouts.

"No he won't." Landon says with a smile.

"That's my girl you're talking about, she's far stronger than she looks." Landon states.

And his words show through, mid-way through what would be a bone-shattering fall, she spreads her legs wide and arches her back.

Creating what can only be described as a perfect bridge, carrying Bradford from a 90 degree fall down, into a 120 degree flight to the hard floor.

"WHAT THE FUCCCC-OW!" He screams as his head is brutally smashed into cafe floor, in the perfect suplex.

"......" What comes after is a moment of pure silence, that complete mis-match up, a fight you thought the outcome obvious too, one that reminded you of David vs Goliath, came to an unexpected end.

With Bradford, his massive body shadowing Etheline's as she holds him in a perfectly bridged pin by German Suplex, putting continuous pressure on his neck.

"OW!OW!OW!OW! I GIVE! I GIVE!" Bradford shouts.

"You only give if you tap out Mr.Bradford!" Etheline says in a strangely powerful voice.

He does just that, weakly slamming his hand against the wooden floor twice to signal submission.

Etheline let's him go as he rolls to the floor, defeated once again.

"How in the....I can't even...." Bradford doesn't even know what to say.

"....." The rest of you though, are left utterly speechless as Etheline finds her footing.

She looks back to all your bewildered faces and throws you all a beautiful smile with a peace sign, "I told you! He really taught me to be a wrestler!" She sings Landon's praises.
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>I'm sorry Mr.Bradford, but I have to go all out...just this once...
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You all collectively look back to Landon in pure disbelief as he rises from the floor, dusting himself off with a smile on his face.

"Do you all believe me now?" He asks smugly.

"You...actually taught her how to wrestle..." Vanilla says, completely blown away.

He presents his gloved hands proudly, "I'm sure you're all aware that I'm a master of grabbing people where they least expect it and twisting them into amazing new position." He brags.

"To a bedroom warrior like myself, translating my seductive skills into real combat is a cinch. Are you not impressed?" he questions.

Noell clenches his fist in rage, "Why'd he have to be telling the truth...I was so close to having the chance of getting rid of even one of you pest...." He growls.

Landon laughs, "Sorry my Dark Delight, looks like I remain in your hair for a good while longer." He teases.

Bradford rubs the growing bump on his head as he gets up, "Alright, Alright...I get that you weren't lying now." He admits.

"Thank you very much for your understanding-"

"But just quick question. How long did it take to teach her all of that?" Bradford questions.

"Oh? Just two days, she's an extremely quick learner as long as you're thorough about your lessons." He explains.

"Thorough? What do you mean by Thorough?" you question.

Landon makes some phyiscally disgusting moments with his hands, "Well, of course if I had to teach her how to use every inch of her body. Which means I had to feel each and everyone of her muscles and personally tease them to my liking..." he explains.

"....." you all go quiet as he speaks.

"I must say, Etheline is an exceptionally soft girl, every inch of her is so sweet, ripe and pleasing to the touch-huh?" Landon's words are cut as he notices something strange.

"Why are you all surrounding me again? I thought we cleared up the misunderstanding!?" He questions.

"Oh we cleared it up. You did teach her wrestling, as an excuse so you can feel her up yourself you low-life!" Florette accuses.

Landon is once again at the wall, "Wait, wait, wait! I didn't mean it like that...." he tries to deflect.

"You creepy little shit, you gave away your true intentions with that little speech of yours..." Vanilla says, pulling a small knife from her pocket.

"I can't believe I actually defended you, you're gonna make it up for making a fool outta me..." You say as you crack your knuckles.

"I hope you're ready to face the appropriate punishment for your crimes." Florette pulls out a whip you never knew she had on her.

Landon looks terrified beyond words, "Is it too late to say it was all a joke?" He asks.

"Kneel scum." Noell acutely demands.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Landons shrieks fill the cafe for the next few minutes as you wait for the final applicant.
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We shall continue tomorrow, goodnight for now anons.
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>>3327368
Night
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>>3327368
Amazing work so far, god, you're fucking great.
I'd go as far to say that you've surpassed OP studios, although that's just my subjective opinion
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>That Spoiler

Is that blasphemy I see anon? While I appreciate the compliment, more than I'd like to admit, Such words are sin on this board, OPStudios is Life! OPStudios is number one!
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>I'd go as far to say that you've surpassed OP studios, although that's just my subjective opinion
Come talk to me when we get a CHART
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My apologies anons, but The thread will be about 2 hours late today a friend of mine wishes to hang out for a bit and I can't exactly turn him down.

I'll see you all soon.

>>3328461

Exactly so anon, though, while I don't want to copy OPStudios, that chart does give me an idea.

Maybe I should work on condensing a lot of the text wall that is the character list into a chart. That would make it much easier to consume.

See you all soon anons.
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Okay, I'm back guys and I won't lie to you all, I'm also at least 20% drunker than I was before.

But that also means I'm 20% better at writing then before.

Let's continue.

>Writing.
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>>3328541
I'd say go for it, it's not like the idea of a character chart was invented by OP, it's the size and amazing questions that impress me
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>10 minutes later

Sophinia and Etheline nurse Landon's bruises, Etheline by applying ice to the more swollen areas while Sophinia showers Landon with kisses in his less sore areas as he recovers in off corner of the cafe.

you all sit back down, mildly calmer now that a lot of your violent tendencies have been indulged as you wait for the final arrival.

(Boy, this last guy sure is taking a while, we sit around like this for much longer and someone's gonna try and kill someone. If not out of rage, then out of boredom.) you realize.

Creak... As you think that, the door creaks open goes the door as a new man enters the room.

"This the place? I'm tired of driving around." A voice modulated and monotone, sounding more like a text-to-speech program than an actual voice.

"Oh Christ..." you groan as the whole room comes to focus on the invading party.

You look over to see a tall man, encased in a metallic skin that covers him from head to toe, a cold, hard shell you recognize.

"Oh great, so all of you bastards made it to the end too?" Howard Billingham, the man more machine than flesh and more monster than he'd like to admit, asks with obvious disdain.

He walks deeper into the cafe, giving everyone an analytic glance, before stopping on you.

"I was hoping you'd do me a favor and drop dead so I wouldn't have to see your sorry ass twice." Howard says to you.

"...." you say nothing back, simply casting an annoyed look at him.

He then turns a glare to Etheline, "And I was Especially hoping to see you gone." He insults.

Worry flares up in Etheline's eyes, she casts her gaze wayward, too frightened to meet his dead and hateful gaze head on.

"I'm sorry, did you just taunt my precious, untainted flower?" Landon asks as he gets up and faces Howard, still full of energy in-spite of his light injuries.

"Yeah, so? Who the hell are you pretty boy?" He asks.

"Just a concerned friend, I ask that take and reconsider your actions and maybe apologize while you're at it." Landon demands.

"And what why the hell should I do that?" he asks.

"Because if you don't I'll be forced to make you re-consider." He threatens with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Took the words right out of my mouth Landon. Now if you don't want to take my fist down your throat, I'd stop talking and just sit down if I were you." you join in.

He laughs, or at least, he tries to sound like he's laughing, "Right, I hear you Sunshine, still wrapped around that little bitch's finger are we? See how far that gets you." he taunts.

You feel a rush of blood to your head, but before you can even speak, Bradford is already stepping up, "You mind repeating that you walking metal brick!?" He asks.

"Who the hell are you and why do you sound like an off-tune megaphone?" He asks.
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"The name's Bradford! A friend of the young lady you just insulted!" He introduces.

"Ah, so another one of her puppets huh? How'd she trick your ass? Same nice little princess act? That shit works like a charm doesn't it!?" He shouts at Etheline.

Bradford grits his teeth in anger, "Yo Tin-can! I'd shut down that speakn'spell of yours before I'm forced to crush you like a fucking trash compacter." He fails to stop himself from cursing.

"Oh how cute, you must think you're real scary white-knighting for a little girl. I can't believe how many dumbasses spring from the woodwork the second a cute girl is involved." He insults.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear a damn thing through all the bullshit you were spewing! What'd you just say!?" he shouts.

"The truth." He answers.

That's the straw that breaks the camels back, "Hey guys." He calls to you all in strangely calm voice.

"Yeah?" you answer.

"Don't try and stop me, I may end up killing all you too if you get in my way." He demands.

What will you say?

>Calm down Bradford, the fight isn't worth it

>Go ahead, I won't stop you.

>Forget that, I'm the one wasting this idiot!

>[Write-in]
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>>3328916
>>Calm down Bradford, the fight isn't worth it
We need 20 people for the last phase so if one of us kills each other it won't go too well

Just save it for after the exam starts
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>>3328916
>>Calm down Bradford, the fight isn't worth it
>save it for after the exam, we still need 20 people, and hopefully mr. roboto counts enough to get this started.
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>>3328938
>>3328965

>No, no, we need this one, we can kill him later.

>Writing.
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(While I despise antagonistic asshat, it's clear he's trying to pick a fight, i won't fall for his bait and no else should either.) you think.

That's why, despite your sour experssion, you say "Just calm down Bradford, the fight isn't worth it." you state.

"It's not about being worth anything! I just want to put this asshole to the tou try and calm him down again, but Landon puts a hand out to stop you, "Don't waste your breath Derrick. Trust me, when it comes to defending the people they care about, men like Bradford stop hearing sense altogether." he says.

He then clenches his outstretched fist, "I'd know, as I'm just the same!" He shouts.

"Guys, I really-really- don't want you to fight for me, it's fine, I don't-" Etheline desperately pleas despite her fear.

"Well even if you don't want it, I sure as hell do!" Bradford exclaims.

"Oh brother..." Howard groans as he reaches to his back for something.

"You'll be calling for him, your dad and your mother after we're done with you-" Bradford charges forward, fist cocked and ready.

That is until Netero appears between the two, forcing Bradford to come to screeching halt, "Shit-You again old man!? Don't get in my way!" He shouts.

"I already warned you all that if you take violent action outside testing conditions, you will be disqualified." He warns.

"Grrr..." Bradford growls.

"I thought I told you need to stop letting your emotions guide you, you need to think more before you act." He lectures.

"Kinda pointless advice don't you think chairman? This guy doesn't seem like the type that thinks much of anything through. He wouldn't be stupid enough to attack me otherwise." Howard taunts.

Bradford clenches his fist as he glares at Howard behind him, "I don't care to get disqualified if it mean getting to knock that piece of shit there flat!" He threatens.

Netero sighs, "If even my warnings won't stop you then I see no point in stopping you." he states.

But before he moves out of the way he raises a finger, "But, allow me to make you a promise, if you hold your anger in for a few moments more, you will have the chance to attack this man as you like, free of any restrictions." he says.

"Huh? You serious old man?" Bradford hums.

Netero smiles, "Have I caught your interest now young man? if so, I ask that all of you back away and take a seat while I explain the situation." he asks.

"....You're a lucky fuck tin-can." Bradford spits before he walks away.

"And you're a dumb one." Howard says as he walks inside as well.
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After that, everyone settles down as Netero stands at the front of the cafe and speaks.

"Alright everyone, with Howard here now, we have 20 applicants and are officially ready to begin the final exam." he announces.

"Oh thank god! Finally!" Vanilla shouts.

"But-"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!" A collective groan of impatience rings out across the cafe.

"Yes, yes, I know you've all had enough of waiting, but this is a necessary final step before we continue." he explains.

"What do we must we do now?" Noell asks.

"I'd like to ask that all of you to answer some questions for me." Netero requests.

"Questions?" you ask.

"Yes. You high-class fighters and survivors have fought tooth and nail to reach where you sit now, you've been climbing a steep mountain, one which's peak is finally within grasp." Netero compliments.

"For warriors of your class, we expect that almost everyone here will pass this next test. So of course, it would be prudent to ensure that we interview you all to see if you're as emotionally capable for the job as you are physically." Netero explains.

"The hell, so after nearly dying lord knows how many times, now we're finally getting the a job interview? Good god." Reynauld complains.

Arztz nods his head, "Yes, while I wouldn't say it so aggressively, I do agree that we've been put through numerous life-or-death battles, to only now to be put through an interview to find us suitable for the job? That's a bit ridiculous."

Netero hushes the two, "Don't you worry, this interview is more a formality than anything else. There's no way to fail it, we just want to get a feel for your character and state of mind." He explains.

Dillion nods, "A natural course of action. There's quite a few people here with terrible character and questionable state of mind." he finishes that sentence by shooting a look at Bradford.

"Don't you look at me Rich boy! I've dodged one too many shotgun shells for you to be lording your sanity over me!" He counters.

"Now, now, let's not fight." Netero calms the two before smiling, "You'll have plenty of opportunities to sort out your personal differences later. For now-" He looks over to you.

"Hm?" you mumur.

"Derrick, I ask that you step into the office first." He asks.

"Ah...sure." you're a little surprised to be first pick, but you comply regardless.

You get up and head inside the small office, a nice little quaint room with much the same design as the rest of the shop, expect this room is has a few cabinets, a single desk in the back a long couch and a single seat chair with a low-hanging desk separating them.
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The sun shines in from an adjacent window as you take a seat in the couch with Netero taking a seat in the opposing chair, he takes out some thin sheets of paper and arranges them while speaking, "Okay, i'd like to keep this short and simple, so first question-" he pulls out a strange, foreign calligraphy brush.

"Why do you want to be a Hunter?" he asks.

What will you say?

>To bring justice to the world

>To have grand, amazing adventures

>To get money, fame and maybe a few ladies along the way.
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>>3329158
If a write in is okay:
>I just want to make things better for whoever I can
If not:
>>To bring justice to the world
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>>3329158
Ok I was wondering if we were gonna do these

>I already told you earlier, my reasons haven't changed
refer to>>3323008
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>>3329180
Yeah, I was also thinking this
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>>3329174
>>3329180
>>3329225

Looks like I already told you wins out.

>Writing.
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>>3329174
>>3329180
>>3329225

Actually, I can put that answer, plus >>3329174 this anon's write in.

>Seriously writing.
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"Didn't I already tell you? The main reason I'm here is to pay a debt, everything else comes secondary." you answer.

He scratches his head with his brush, "I get that and that's more than an acceptable answer, especially in comparison to all the people that come in here telling me they want one to kill me or some other such nonsense..." Netero says with a wary reminiscence.

"But surely you want the license for more than that correct? In-fact, why don't you tell what kind of debt you're repaying? How much is it?" he asks.

That gets you pulling back bad memories, "...It's not really a physical amount. In-fact, it's wrong to say I'm actually in debt at all. It's more like I owe the old, greedy bastard my life, so..." you trail off.

"Ah, so it's more an emotional debt? Would you mind sharing the reason?" he asks.

"...." That puts you into silent consideration.

"I'm sorry, too personal?" He asks.

"No...just thinking of the best way to phrase it..." you say as you spend a few moments re-collecting on the past.

https://youtu.be/Vcrb6365GsQ

In your mind, you flash back to the sight of a rainstorm and a rushing river and you standing over a bridge above that river, waiting for your legs to push you off into what would certainly be your death.

And what would also certainly be your chance at peace, at rest.

Hey kid, the hell do you think you're doing standing there? You're not planning on poisoning this city's water are you? This place is poisoned enough as is that is, until the smoky voice of an old man with an umbrella comes trodding over and stopping you.

....You reek of dirt, blood and sorrow. Been chewed out by the city kid? Don't worry, happens to the best of us He said as he extended a hand to you.

I know the perfect place for you, it's filled with people who also smell a garbage-covered graveyard. It's filthy run-down old shack I call a bar, but I like to think the drinks I serve are worth the god-awful service. he made what must have been the world's worst deal.

Wanna come over and taste them? First rounds on me. Can't say anything about the rest though. To this day you have no idea why you accepted that helping hand, but at the same time, to this day, you have yet to regret it.

A sad smile cracks across your face, "I owe a shitty old man my life and every year I get out of it. I'll repay him by spending all my years helping people and making the world a better place." you answer.
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>>3329388

I don't know if this a screw up on Youtube's part, or a screw-up on my part, but once again, not the song I was going for.

Has much the same sub-text, so I'm not mad, but at the same time, this was the song that was supposed to play:

https://youtu.be/yWh9l8RSkPk

I'm glad at least it didn't post /v/-sings spooky scary skeletons or something, that would be truly terrible.

>Still writing.
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Netero looks into your eyes, forlorn sadness mixed with a heated search for redemption within them.

He sees your resolve is as solid as steel as he speaks, "I see....I can see you've been through quite a bit." he writes something down across the sheet in front of him.

He puts one sheet away as he pulls up the next, "Okay, next question. Out of the remaining contestants, who do you most want to fight and who do you least want to fight?" He asks.

That gets you thinking, "Huh, well..." you trail off.

Who will you name?

>Name any fighter you can think of. (Up to 3 people for each category)

>Provide reasoning for your choices.
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>>3329420
Want to fight: the two guys with the forgettable names

Dont want to fight: the rapist. I value our butt
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>>3329420
Want to fight:
>Brad
It's a long time coming

>Adolf
Knock him down a peg

>Howard
Cause he's a dick

Least want to fight:
>Etheline
Cause she's our friend

>Landon
He can be terrifying sometimes

>Literalili Whu
He doesn't seem too strong...
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>>3329528
Sure, this is good
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>>3329528
>>3329545

...Interesting choice.

>Writing.
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Thinking off the top of your head, you start listing, "For who I want to fight, well, 1st off is Bradford." you start.

"You mean #13? The large, angry man who I had to quell several times since we've met?" he questions.

"Exactly the same. If I had to fight anyone, he'd be my first pick." you answer.

"Why? Do you believe you could defeat him in combat?" he asks.

You give him a indecisive look, "...Maybe, being honest, I actually made a promise with him a good while ago that we'd actually duke it out one of these days. So I wanna do this more out of obligation than anything else." you explain.

You pull a violent smile"Though, at the risk of sounding a little too much like the guy myself, I also kinda want to go at him cause I want a good fight and he looks like he could really give me a run for my money." you admit.

He scribbles that down, "I see, anyone else?" he asks.

"I also want to fight that Aldof guy." you state.

"#3212? Why so?" he asks.

"He's a prick and want to knock him down a peg or two. talking about perfection this and master race that, I can't stand arrogant bastards..." You fume.

He notes that as well, "I see. Who else?" He asks.

"Last, but certainly not least, Howard. That douche in the metal suit." you state.

"You must be talking about #1233. Why?" He asks.

"He seems to have a thing for bullying little girls. I want to see if he'd do the same to me." You threaten.

Netero looks amazed, "I can see you have quite the list of scores to settle, I didn't take you for the type that holds grudges Derrick." He says.

"I don't, people just piss me off often enough that I forget to forgive them." you counter.

"Well then how about people you'd rather not fight? There has to be some right?" He asks.

"Of course. first I should talk about Landon. The tall, pretty boy in the Trenchcoat..." you start.

"You mean #6 correct? The one who I've received numerous complainants about." He states.

"I'd imagine. Yeah. I don't want to fight him." you state.

"Why so?" He asks.

"Well, me and him are, kinda in a werid way friends...and...well..." A cold shiver runs down your spine as you think of Landon's perverse smile at your back.

"If I were ever to meet him in a fight, I'd think I'd be too busy fighting to keep my purity to actually win..." You explain.

Netero looks a little confused by your disturbance but continues anyway, "Who else?" he asks.

"I also don't want to fight Etheline, or, what's his name again? Whu." You state.

Netero looks deeply confused, "Uh, I know who this Etheline girl is, she's the one that wrestled #13 correct? But who is this Whu person?" He asks.

"What? You don't know? Literalili Whu, that guy no one can remember." you state.

"Uh? Literally who?" Netero asks.

"So you do remember him." you claim.

It takes Netero a moment to process that, "What?" He asks.

"No, no, no, that's his friend's name, you're getting off topic." You answer
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Netero looks completely lost, "...Can you just say why you wouldn't want to fight #7(Etheline)." He asks.

"Sure, simple. She's a friend I don't want to hurt her." you answer.

"That is a very simple reason, though a little contradictory." Netero answers.

"How?" you ask.

"Well, you said you wished to fight #13 did you not?" He says.

"You mean Bradford? Yeah, I'd love to fight him." you answer.

"Well, is he not your friend?" he asks.

"Yeah, we've gotten pretty close." you answer.

"....." Netero goes silent as he waits for you to catch on.

"What? What is it?" you ask.

"....I see there's a level of nepotism within your social circles, thanks for answering my question." He just signs the sheet and moves on.

You shrug your shoulders as he moves on.

"Well I have just a few more questions regarding your physical and mental health." he states.

That gets you a little worried, "...Shoot." you allow.

"Do you have any physical disorders? Things like asthma or flatfoot that would impair your performance in the field?" He asks.

"No." you answer.

"Do you have any mental disabilities? Problems with memory or at times you find it difficult to think straight?" He asks.

"...No." you hesitate a little with that one.

He looks up from the paper for the next question, "have you ever entered into a fugue state?" he asks.

"Fugue?" you ask back.

"It's a state where for a time you had lose sight of your identity and go unconscious, however your body remains awake and active." he explains.

"Typically these things only happen during manic-episodes, sleeping walking or more commonly...when one has multiple personalities." He explains.

"Well Derrick? Have you ever had such an experience?" He asks.

"...." That leaves you quiet and worried, (That time at Damon's house...that's exactly what happened.) you realize.

(For some reason, during that fight with Cynthia, I was on the verge of losing consciousness, but then everything went black and then this weird voice talked to me, I thought it was all a dream, but then Timmy said I was still awake and that I acted like a whole new person...) you remember.

(...I should be honest, it's not like he'll fail me if I say yes, he said so himself. But at the same time...I get this weird feeling that if I share this with anyone else, that it might come back to bite me...) you think.

What will you do?

>Yes, I have. (Tell the Truth)

>No. (Lie)
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>>3329792
>>Yes, I have. (Tell the Truth)
The question was oddly specific so he probably already knows (we didn't really keep it a secret) and even if he doesn't it seems like something he should know about

Maybe he can even help us with it
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>>3329817

>The truth will set you...

>Writing.
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"...Yes, actually, I have." you answer.

That catches Netero's interest, "Hoh? Could you provide details?" he asks.

You shake your head, "I barely understand what happened myself, there was a deadly fight, I was backed into a corner, I was losing consciousness, then I heard this weird voice..." you explain.

"A weird voice?" he asks.

"Well, it was less like a voice and more like a collection of noise, it didn't speak any language I've ever heard, but somehow, I understood it." you answer.

"What did it say?" He asks.

You hold your head as you try to recall, "...I can't remember, it was like a dream, I didn't even think it was real at first..." you answer.

"Have been diagnosed by a doctor? What's their name?" He asks.

"Yes. It was Timmy Divana, a Health Hunter." you answer.

He writes all of that down, "I thank you for your honesty Derrick, just a few more questions and you're free to go." he states.

"...Got it." you agree.
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After that, you were asked a series of questions you'd see on any job interview sheet and nothing of particular note happened.

You're released from office and greeted by your friends, "Welcome back Derrick? Are you okay? You look a little pale." Landon asks.

"Yeah...I'm fine, he just grilled me a bit harder than I expected." you answer.

"But you got through it just fine, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about." Etheline reassures.

That gets you to smile, "Yeah, thanks." you agree.

Bradford barges his way into the conversation, "Great for you ol'buddy, ol'pal, but now that you're through, mind throwing some questions your friend's way? I don't feel like catching any curveball today!" he asks.

"Curveballs? Why would he throw you curveballs? This is an interview, not a test." you answer.

"Test, interview, no difference if you ask me, they both ask impossible to answer questions!" He declares.

Landon scratches his head at that assertion, "I don't really get what you mean that. Interviews are only really hard if you get nervous, if you ask me, the police ask far more hard-hitting questions!" He counters.

"Why am I not surprised you'd say that?" you question.

"Well you're both wrong! Job interviewers always ask about the stupidest stuff!" Bradford exclaims as he starts listing off his fingers.

"They ask stuff like Oh, do you have a highschool degree?, Do you have a criminal record and Oh god, you've shot how many people!?" He exclaims.

"...." you're all baffled into complete silence.

"Let's say I haven't had many normal jobs alright!" Bradford admits.

"I can tell." you immediately respond.

"Well this job is neither normal nor is this interview one you can fail." Netero says as he opens the office door behind you.

"So if the rest of you would just step inside, we can proceed with haste." Netero asks.
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>30 minutes later...

After a while, everyone goes through their interview, returns to their seats once more as Netero stands before you all once more, a much more serious look on his face as he speaks.

"My ready warriors, my skilled survivors, my new Hunters, the time is nigh, we are truly ready to begin the final test that will decide whether or not you're fit to hold the title of Hunter." He starts.

"...." Everyone listens in silence.

"But before we address that, I pose a question to you all, just how much do you value the license? Just how badly do you wish to be a Hunter? What is that title worth to you?" He asks.

That causes a few eyebrow raises in room, Dillion speaks first, "What's the point in asking that? Anyone who got this far came here willing to risk life and limb to pull it off, of course we want it bad." He states.

"Damn right money bags, hell, some of us even lost some limbs to keep our lives." Reynauld agrees as he points to Bradford, his two missing fingers still bandaged up.

"I don't wish to speak on anyone's behalf, but I'm willing to bet everyone in this room is willing to risk anything, even their lives to get the license. I know certainly would." Flourette explains.

No one disputes her claim, Netero nodding in acknowledgement, "I see, so you're all willing to do anything, even risk death if it means becoming a Hunter?" He asks.

"Without a doubt." you argee.

"That's good, but here's a better question..." He looks each and everyone of you in the eyes before speaking once more.

"Would you be willing to kill to get a license?" He asks.

That puts everyone in the room on guard, "...What do you mean?" Arztz is first to ask.

Netero scans the room as he speaks, "I've been observing all of your behaviors since we've arrived in this place, watching you to see how you interact with your fellow applicants." He confesses.

"And after those interviews, I've ascertained that while not all of you are on the friendliest terms, I can see that the majority of people here are friends with one another." he observes.

"For better or for worse." Noell states.

"It's truly nice to see that all of you have come to know and enjoy each other's company so much, but before we continue, I have a vital question for the lot of you." He says with a deadly serious look in his eyes.

"...." you all go quiet and wait for the question.

"Young warriors, survivors of trials tall and tenuous. You have proven yourselves cut above all others, among the top brass of what humanity has to offer, so to all you strong and powerful people, I have but one question." he raises a finger.

"If it meant becoming a Hunter, could you kill the person next to you?"
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The question sends a wave of frosty wind throughout the entire room, a gust of wind both chilling and dark, it makes hairs raise to their ends, puts gooseflesh to rise as you all take a moment to consider his words.

"...What do you mean? I thought killing was prohibited under most circumstances?" Dillion asks.

"You're exactly, under most circumstances." He repeats.

"But what if I told you this next trial presented you with exactly that situation, what would you do? Could you kill the person next to you? Would you kill them to ensure your own victory?" he asks.

"...." Curious eyes and glances are sent to and by Everyone in the room as an air of suspicion grows between you all. It's only natural, while you're totally fine putting your own life on the line for a license, would you be willing to end someone else's the same way?

That questions races across everyone's mind, leaving a tense silence, that is, until Noell crosses his arms and speaks, "Of course I could." He declares without a second thought.

All eyes fall on him as Netero respond, "Oh? You would? Even if that person were your friend? A dear and close one?" he asks.

"It doesn't matter. This isn't a matter of personal feelings, but of what's more valuable. My friends or my future?" he says as he presents both his hands out, as if he's physically weighing the two concepts.

He raises his left hand, "I won't lie, I've found a friend in this place, one I do value, one I do wish to protect. I'd put my own life on the line to protect those I care about." He states.

He then raises his right hand, "But my future comes before my friends, for at least in my case, 1000s if not 100s of 1000s of lives depend on me getting this license. If it mean't ensuring that I could save those lives, do my sworn duty, killing a dear friend is naught but folly." He explains.

"So because you've staked your entire future on this, you're willing to do anything, even kill, to become a Hunter?" Netero question.

"Yes and I imagine everyone else shares my opinion, even if they don't want to admit." Noell declares.

"...." The silence that rules the room following that declaration proves Noell's point.

Soon afterwards, more people start to speak up, Dillion speaks first, "As much as I hate to admit it, it's the truth, I've come too far to give up my chance because someone else gets in my way." He states.

"I can't even count the number of people I've killed to cover my ass, what's a few more?" Reynauld states.

"I had full intentions to kill a couple of you bastards anyway, at least now I have a good excuse to do it." Howard states.

"I think I made it fully clear from the beginning, I didn't come here to make any damn friends, I have no trouble offing a few if I have to...wouldn't be the first time." She admits.
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Confessions both honest and deadly come pouring out in droves, however, amidst the more cold-hearted masses, voices of contention do spring forth.

"I wouldn't." Says Bradford, a rare serious voice exiting him.

That catches quite a few surprised looks, Dillion most of all, "You?you wouldn't kill someone to get your way?" He asks.

"Don't get me wrong rich boy! If it mean't getting what I want, I'd kill just about anybody! Hell, sometimes I don't even need a reason to kill just about anybody!" He corrects.

"But...friends aren't just about anybody. I went through a lot to get to where I am now..." He looks at his missing fingers.

"Before I took this test, I didn't know the value of human life-no- I knew, I just threw it away, I threw it away because I was running away from it, cause I didn't want to confront it..." He admits, gripping his half-missing fist.

He then looks over to you, "But then, while I was hanging like a dumbo from a tree, half-way to death and on the fast-track to the end, someone knocked some sense into me and showed me that I didn't have to run away, that I could confront my fears and become someone better." He explains.

"If I had to kill someone like that to get a license, I'd rather give up right here! Screw being a Hunter! My friends are more important to me!" He declares with a smile.

"...." His words leave you speechless.

"I...I couldn't do it either." Etheline now finds the courage to speak up.

"I don't want to become a Hunter if means I have to kill someone, especially a friend. I want to become a Hunter to save people! I refuse to kill someone to get my way!" She declares.

Landon giggles, "Such perfect answers, speeches like those are why I've fallen madly in love with all of you." He states.

"And because I love you all, I couldn't bring myself to kill any of you either. I also rather give up then hurt my friends." He agrees.

You look upon the faces of all those you interacted with, they all have such differing stances, yet none of them bare any true ill-will to one another.

(As I thought, I have some great fucking friends...) you grin as admire them all.

But then your grin fades as you think on, (But at the same time, I can't just turn away from the truth, I've put everything into fighting for this license, I nearly died, so many times I've lost count and yet I kept fighting and made it this far...) you re-collect.

(Would I be willing to throw away all this progress if it mean't I didn't have to kill a friend? Which is more important? My life as a Hunter? Or these friends I've made?) you struggle to decide.

What will you say?

>I'd kill for my license

>I'd rather give up than kill.

>Why can't I have both?
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>>3330033
>>I'd rather give up than kill.
The entire reason we joined this exam was more as a desire to change our life for the better rather than become a Hunter, it's just that being a Hunter is the best way to do that, so in that way the license is more of a means than an end and being forced to kill our friends would be directly contradictory to that end
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As I wait for more votes, a small clarification in case it isn't obvious, but the 3rd option means 'why can't I have my friends and my license?', not, 'why can't I kill my friends and get my license?'.

Just in clarifying in case someone reads it that way, Derrick wouldn't want something like that ever, so I'd never even make it a choice.
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>>3330033
>Why can't I have both?
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>>3330033
>Why can't I have both?
But if I had t make a choice?
>>I'd rather give up than kill.
>Never again.
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>>3330072
>>3330158
>>3330161

>No more dead friends, we have enough already.

>Writing.
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"Why not both?" You ask.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Netero questions.

"I mean why do I have to choose? Why can't I have my friends and my license?" you ask as you stand up and look everyone in the room in the eye.

"This choice is pointless because I couldn't do without either! If I didn't have my friends, I couldn't have made it this far! And if I don't get my license, all my effort will have gone to waste!" you shout.

You clench your fist with determination, "I can't make it without either! So why do I have to give one up!? I want both! I want my license and I want my friends, I refuse to give up either!" You shout.

"But that's just the problem, what if you can't have both?" Noell questions.

You meet his serious gaze, "This world is a cruel one, sometimes you have to make the best of a terrible situation, sometimes you just can't pick both. If you try and grab onto two far away things, both will slip through your fingers." He counters.

"To even try and make two opposite realities possible is not only arrogant, it's greedy and unbearably stupid." He declares.

"Knowing that, you'd still try and go for both?" he asks.

What do you say?

>Maybe you're right...

>Yes! Yes I would!
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>>3330212
>Yes! Yes I would!
Who says they're opposite?
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>>3330212
>Yes! Yes I would!
>Hell to be a Hunter is to strive for the god damn mother fucking impossible already, if you're going to let logic dictate your actions... no one would ever try to join.
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>>3330212
>>Yes! Yes I would!
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>>3330222
>>3330223
>>3330227

>What it means to be a Hunter.

>Writing.
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"Damn right I would!" you shout without a moment of hesitation.

"What do you even think a Hunter is!? A hunter lives to go on any adventure! Know every pleasure! Live the most fulfilling life no matter the cost!" you exclaims

You grab at the air, "They grab destiny by the balls and drag'em to candy store for what they want! You think this is a job for people who are willing to comprise for what they want!? You think this is a job for people who are smart enough to know better!?" you ask.

"Hell no! If any of us knew fucking better we would've quit ages ago and gotten jobs that didn't threaten to kill us every 5 minutes! We're all here because we're greedy, arrogant and stupid!" you declare.

"Greedy enough to want to have the best life possible! Arrogant enough to think we have the power to change the world! Stupid enough to think we can make all of this a reality!" you explain.

"If you think It's impossible, why are you sitting here!? Isn't it because you were stupid enough to try and make it here!? Despite the risks!? Despite the danger!?" you ask.

"If you think I'm an idiot, you're damn right! I'm the idiot who dreamed of becoming a Hunter! I'm the dumbass who actually worked to make that dream real!!" You Finish.

"....." Everyone is left utterly speechless.

clap,clap... then, slowly, you notice the sound of clapping echoing through the room, "Right...Damn right!!" Bradford stands up and starts clapping.

"Hell to the fuck yes Derrick! That's why I love your dumbass!" Bradford's filter shatters in his moment of excitement

Soon enough others join in, "You're right, you're super right Derrick! I'm an idiot!" Etheline shouts.

Landon as well, "Love already made a fool of me ages ago, being a dreaming idiot is actually a step-up from there." he agrees.

Reynauld tips his hat, "I'd rather a dreaming idiot to a depressing smartass any day! Good one Sundance!" He exclaims.

Brovoski's clapping nearly causes some people to go deaf, "Golden head, best head! That Brovoski's best friend!" He calls proudly

Soon the few claps become a standing ovation from nearly everyone in the room, you stand there, utterly mystified by their response,

(Wow, I really let loose there, didn't mean for that to become that big ol' speech...) you realize.

Noell sighs as he turns away, "Damn fool, can't resist the chance to take the spotlight and mouth off...heh..." Even complaining, he can't help but crack a small smile.

>Everyone loved that! +100 to all relationships!
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Netero smiles a hearty grin as he puts his hands up to calm everyone, "Okay, okay, all of you young'uns have too much energy. Calm down now." He asks.

After a few more moments, the room quiets down, Netero looks to you appreciatively, "An excellent take on what it means to be a Hunter, I haven't heard words that passionate in years, I very nearly started clapping for you myself boy." He compliments.

Then Netero nods as he takes all these opinions, "I can see everyone has their own feelings to the idea, and to each their own. I just posed the question because the possibility is very real, possibly unavoidable." He explains.

"But it's not absolute right? We're not heading into a death-match or something right?" Vanilla asks.

"Exactly so,if you believe you have the strength to win without also killing your opponent, I fully encourage you, that might be precisely the aim of this next test." He answers.

"Which is? How about you actually tell us what this next test is already?" Peachnia asks.

"Oh we'd-" The excited voice of Ami starts as she appears from behind Netero with a list in hand.

"-Be glad to!" Sheldon finishes as he appears with a Laptop in hand.

"Oh boy, here we go." Everyone groans in unison.

"Your final test is a bit of an old Hunter tradition, something that's been done in nearly test since the inception of the Hunter's Exam." Sheldon explains.

"It's the final hurdle that every Hunter must face, no matter who is testing them or where they're being tested." Ami adds.

"Thanks for the history lesson, but how about you just tell us what we're doing already!?" Bradford demands.

"But Of course! Your next test is none other then the legendary tournament!" They say in unison.
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"A tournament?" You question.

"Yes! A 20 man bracket, compromised of 10 fights each, where if you win, you get your license!" Sheldon explains.

"But if you lose, you'll be sent to the loser's bracket, a final set of 5 matches with the 10 losers of the previous fights, where you get one last chance to square off to obtain your license! Otherwise you fail and have to come back next year!" Ami adds.

"Nice and simple wouldn't you say!?" They say in unison.

Noell scoffs, "Nice, simple and brutal. if you do some basic math, what you just explained was a tournament where 5 people are guaranteed to lose." He counters.

Ronnie shakes his head, "We get dragged all this way, and 5 of us are still going to fail? You bastards don't play around in the west don't play fair."

Netero chimes in, "Of course, you should know by now good applicants, we of the Hunter Association don't simply accept the best. We accept the Best of the Best." he states.

"Besides, out of 20 people, a measly 5 is nothing. If you look at in a more positive light, this test guarantees that 15 people will pass! All you have to do is ensure you don't get sloppy, not here in, in the 11th hour." He laughs.

"Crass old fox..." Noell groans.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Now then, I believe it's time we got right to business correct?" Netero says as he clears the way for Sheldon and Ami.

"So, how this tournament going to go down anyway? We just go to some arena and beat the shi-snot of each other?" Bradford questions.

"I'm glad you asked my violent friend! You see, this isn't just any old, beat'em tournament, we here at the Hunter's Asscoation like to spice things up!" He exclaims as he types something on the laptop.

"You won't just be going to the same old arena and fighting till one man's left standing! We're going to take you all on a nice tour through out all of Sunnyside as you fight!" Ami explains.

"A tour?" Landon asks.

"Each of you will be divided into 1 on 1 fights with randomized locations across this beautiful city to beat each other bloody and ugly!" Sheldon explains.

"So we're going to be conveying all over the damn place? Sounds tiresome." Ronnie complains.

"Of course not, you think we could afford that much gas? Gas prices in this place are way too high for that!" Ami shouts as she pulls a remote from her dress and presses it.

You look up to see that a bunch of tv screens appear from the rafters above, a 5 or so black screens turn on to show a bunch of random locations, like an open desert, an abandoned city, a gas-covered jungle and many more.

"While whichever two people get picked get driven off to their battle zone, the rest of you guys will sit back here and enjoy a nice drink while watching the carnage!" Sheldon explains.
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Bradford smiles, "So what, this place is like a sports bar expect for blood sport! Oh hell yeah! Now this is my kinda fucking entertainment!" He shouts.

"We're entertainers before we're Hunters and we're Hunters before we're Humanitarians!" Ami exclaims.

"The rules of the contest are also nice and simple! There are only two conditions for victory! Either you beat your opponent into verbal submission or you just kill them!" Sheldon shouts.

That causes Etheline to cringe, "C-Can't we just knock them out or something?" She asks.

Ami waves a dismissive hand at her, "Oh please, you think this is some boring old boxing match or some homoerotic UFC fight? Anyone could knock someone else out and end a fight. It's much harder to get someone to willingly admit defeat than it is just to put them out of commission." She explains.

"To get someone to surrender means defeating them both physically and mentally! Only a true fighter has the power to conquer their opponent both body and soul!" Sheldon adds.

"Or you know, you could just kill'em, that's always an option!" Ami reminds.

"Yeah...noted..." Etheline says with a sad face.
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"Okay, now that you game and the rules, let's get right to playing!" Sheldon turns his laptop to face all of you.

On the screen, a list of all your names are displayed in alphabetical order, displayed next to two empty boxes with the letters VS highlighted in blood red is shown.

"Once I hit the enter key, this computer will pick two random opponents to fight at a random location! Just bare in mind, this computer doesn't know any of your strengths, weaknesses or personal feelings, it's a completely unbiased judge!" He explains.

"What does that matter?" you ask.

"It matters cause we don't want you all tell us we're being unfair by giving anyone a free win with an easy opponent, or that we're stirring up drama by pitting any brothers and sisters, or husbands and wivves, or rivals against one another!" Ami answers.

"Though we would love it if it did gives us a few drama filled battles! You know how we love our tragedy around here!" Sheldon states.

"I'd think so, considering the two of you are a couple of walking tragedies." Reynauld insults.

The two ignore his words, their excitement too great for anyone's words to stop them now, "Alright, without further ado-" Sheldon slams the enter keys as names start spinning like a roulette in the two empty brackets.

let's turn, turn, turn this wheel of Death, Despair and Hope!

"...." A tense moment of silence is shared between the whole room as the names start to slow down.

Eventually, the two roulette stop spinning and two names and faces appear on the screen, "...Ah!" goes everyone in the room.

"Well would you look at that..." Landon mumbles.

"What a starter..." Vanilla laughs to herself.

"Even I couldn't have predicted such a start. What an interesting surprise!" Netero states.

"Whoa..." Is all you can say to these first result.

(I expected crazy, but I never thought of all people, that you'd-) you turn back to see the expression of the two that got picked, (-be the first to fight...)
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"Oh my..." you whisper in worry looking at these results, to think you would be picked first.

All the eyes in the room fall unto you and one other, your opponent, the terrible little man.

"Ha! I guess this was bound to happen huh?" Ronnie looks over to you with that same demeaning look, like he's looking at a filthy piece of washed trash that he can barely resist laughing at.

"...Right, Oh Mighty Wall lion?" He calls you by that old name, the one you discarded ages ago.

"...." You say nothing back, only gracing his taunts with a look of annoyance.

Your name is Flourette Rutland, trained fighter, head maid of the Cromwell family and proud, slav-ahem- personal servant of Noell Cromwell, the greatest man you've ever known and future king of Brenho.

"And the first battle is decided! And what a shocker!" Sheldon shouts, giddy as a school girl.

"It seems the drama gods have answered our prayers! The very first fight is between two fighters with a bit of history with one another!" Ami starts.

"On the left, we have Flourette Mary Pop, Pop, Poppins Rutland! renown warrior in her homeland Cremox, a master markswoman, gun expert and world's happiest doormat to our local emo!" Sheldon introduces.

You give a perturbed look, "Mary Pop, Pop, Poppins?, my, what a terrible violent nickname, am I that frightening?" You question.

"I'm surprised you have no qualms with world's happiest doormat claim, well, not that's it's an incorrect assessment..."Landon states.

"On the right, we have Ronnie Captain Shortstuff! Burnsby! Captain of the elite guards known as the 163rd Garrison Company! A Fighter on the front lines of the Gletjeet Conflict, a true War Fighter my friends!" Ami introduces.

You can't see it through his mask, but you can tell Ronnie's rolling his eyes, "Woah, Captain Shortstuff, must've taken you weeks to come up with that one." He dismisses.

"Also, where you'd get all that info on me? I don't remember telling you two about my background." He asks.

"Oh please tiny! You think the Hunter Association can't do hidden background checks? We know more about you and everyone else here than we're legally allowed to admit!" Sheldon explains.

"We know where you came from, your combat history, your family members, both alive and dead..." Ami lists.

She then gets low and whispers, "We even know about all your...bedroom desires..." She states as she casts a knowing glance your way.

You panic a little, "W-Whatever could you mean? How could you possibly learn such info?" You ask, trying to switch the topic.

"We can't give away our sources, but let's just say that if the information is available, no matter how private, we've already learned it." Sheldon explains.
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"The only thing we don't know, is where you'll end up in the future. But we're about to decide that now!" Ami exclaims.

Sheldon opens the door to the cafe and presents two blacks cars, ready and waiting outside, "Whenever either fighter is ready, please, step outside and get into one of the two vehicles which will drive you off to what will the first arena!" He explains.

Ronnie quickly gets up and heads outside, casting a glance your way as he heads out, "Let's not waste anytime Wall lion, being honest, I always did want to have a go at you, even before you turned into a Cromwell dog." He admits.

"...." Once again, you say nothing back.

He turns away and walks outside, "I look forward to testing the skills of the greatest warrior Cremox has ever known, let's make this a fight that all of Ochima will remember."

You feel an ounce of heartache, (Greatest warrior Cremox has ever known...Did people really see me that way? I was nothing more than a monster...a heartless mass-murderer that the government glorified into a hero..Mighty Wall Lion They called me...that name still brings back the worst memories...) you remember.

Before you even realize, your legs go tense and you're filled with worry, (I despise combat, I lived my whole life in it, I wanted so desperately to escape it and when I finally thought I had a chance to, I get dragged right back into it...this is just...) you can't even find words to describe the despair you feel.

"Flourette." Noell, your master, your savior, your...greatest friend.

You look to him for advice, a common occurrence in your relationship, "Young master..." You ask.

"I don't think it needs to be said, I don't expect to lose against a runt like him, make sure you come back victorious, that's an order." He states.

That calms your nerves in a snap, as you expected, Master Noell is so kind of supportive, it's why you...feel so strongly for him.

"But of course, I won't fail you master!" You exclaim proudly.

He gives a cold look in turn, the one that sends shivers down your spine, "You'd best not, a useless pest like you is an annoyance to keep around, you're one good point is your ability to fight. If you can't even do that, then you're no better than trash." He insults.

You start feeling weak in the legs, "How mean, I just wanted some encouragement master..." You plead, you know he won't give any to you, you'll only anger him for asking for some, that's what you want.

And per usual you get that disgusted look, like he's looking at a walking pile of trash, the one you wanted the most, "Don't fail me that should be the only encouragement you need. There will be hell to pay if you disappoint me, I won't even hesitate to break out the gag and whip again." He threatens.
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Just the thought of that gets you burning up inside, you go red to your ears, you hide your face to keep people from noticing and go tense in your stance to stop people from seeing how weak in the knees you are.

"Of course Master! I won't fail you Master!" you repeat, though honestly, the chance to get whipped by master Noell is a little tempting.

You hear a sniffle behind you, "you've got it rough, don't you Flourette...I'm so sorry..." Derrick whispers as he looks at you.

Derrick's always had a tendency to start looking sad whenever master Noell is abusing you, you were confused by it at first, but now you realize it must be because he thinks you actually hate being treated like this.

(Ah, as I thought, you're such a kind and caring man Derrick. Truly perfect for the work of being a Hunter.) you admire.

But you can't ignore the drool nearly running down your mouth, the shame of knowing someone's watching you being abused gives you such a thrill!

(Though, if I must be honest, nice, caring men, aren't really my type...) you swoon for a moment before catching up to reality.

"You done saying you're goodbyes?" Sheldon asks of you.

You nod your head as you walk to the door, "Go Flourette! I believe in you!" Etheline shouts in encouragement.

"Your strength will find victory, I know you'll come back to us a Hunter." Landon supports.

"A Banging Beauty like you will down that shorty in no time! Fill him full a holes baby!" Bradford whoops

"Beat that little bastard." Derrick asks.

A smile spreads across your friends, (I've gained so many good friends in this journey, I'm not who I used to be anymore, I'm someone better...) you realize.

You step into the light outside, pride and confidence in your step as you head inside one of the cars and drive off, (I owe this victory to everyone who put their faith in me, so I can't lose now, it's not an option.) you realize as you ride off to your next battleground.
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And that's it for tonight, tomorrow, we bring this thread to an epic close.

Ready yourselves.
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Thread resumes in 30 minutes, ready those rolling hands anons.
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>20 minutes later...

Time: January 20, 2000, Sunday, 12:32 PM.

Location: Renpiri Region, SunaSun Town, A few miles away from Sunnyside City.

You stand in the middle of a long, sand-buried road, broken down and empty buildings that clearly haven't been touched for who knows who many decades stand on either side of you, half-way to becoming sand mountains as particles of sand flow like small rivers out of them.

The high noon sun hangs overhead, bearing down on your head, hot enough to give most normal people heatstroke by just standing beneath it for a few minutes.

But it's not the heat of the sun that bothers you as much as the burning glare of the man in front of you, standing with his Sawed off Mossberg 590 shotgun, finger already gripping at the trigger.

"-Hello? Hello!? Is this thing on?" Sheldon's voice fills the once empty air.

Ronnie looks to the side a little to see some the cameras overlooking the street, "Ah! So you can hear me! Perfect!" Sheldon realizes as he sees Ronnie's head turn.

(They set up speakers in this desolate area with no power grid? They must be using long-range wireless speakers with batteries, they really did spend weeks preparing this area for combat...) you realize.

"Welcome fighters to SunaSun Town! A place that could become the beginning of your legend-" Sheldon shouts.

"-Or the end of your tragedy!" Ami picks up.

"Boy, those two really love their theatrics huh?" Ronnie jokes.

"...." you say nothing back.

"Not one for small talk are you?" He questions with a laugh.

"We've already explained the rules but allow me to go over them one last time so we have no confusion!" Sheldon announces.

"1st! All combat is done within the confines of the arena! In this case, the city limits! Anyone found entering the arena or exiting the arena while the battle is on-going is automatically disqualified! We can't have you running away after-all!" Sheldon laughs.

"2nd! All weapons are allowed! Unless otherwise specified, you are allowed the use of any weapon or tool you feel comfortable with in the arena! All's fair in love, war and death after-all!" Ami explains.

"3rd! You can only obtain victory via two methods! By way of submission or by way of death! Two people enter and two people leave! Though one's probably in a body bag!" Sheldon exclaims.

Ami Chimes in, "We laugh now, but bare in mind, this is not a death match! We of the Hunter Association are not legally allowed to host death games-"

"Though we wish we were!" Sheldon adds mid-sentence.

Ami ignores him, "And as such, we heavily encourage that you attempt to win by way of submission! Victory by way of death is only applicable if there was truly no other way to take down your opponent!" Ami clarifies.

"That means, if we find that in the video footage that you killed your opponent when you clearly had other options available, you fail and do not receive your license!" Sheldon declares.
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"Yeah. A bite in the ass." Ronnie states.

"And those are the rules! Now, without further ado, let's begin this grand battle!" You tense up at that announcement.

"This is the first one and the one that will set the pace for the matches that come after it! So gives a good show guys!" Ami adds.

"Now! Ready...Steady...Die!" The two call in unison, setting the match into motion.

>Meanwhile, back at the cafe...

The Carlton twins finish their announcements and switch off their mics as they stand behind the barista's counter while everyone else watches the screen.

"Woah, that had to be the edgiest way I think anyone's ever opened a match." Vanilla taunts.

"We're only edgy because this match is going over the edge baby! This party's about to get crazy!" Ami says, mimicking the voice of some character no one knows.

"But in all seriousness, we're just ensuring that both their minds are focused, when people here the word die, they tend to take things a lot more seriously." Sheldon explains.

"Alright, that makes sense." Derrick agrees.

"What the hell is that dusty place by the way? What'd you call it? Poon-Tang Town?" Bradford questions as he drinks a glass of whisky and watches the two fighters stare each other down on the screen

"SunaSun Town" Ami corrects.

"And we're glad you asked!"Sheldon exclaims.

"Surely you heard about the Dunes little sand problem correct?" Ami asks.

"It's a little hard to miss, so yeah." Derrick answer.

"Well that town there is the remnants of a would-be city that was devoured by sandstorms 30 years ago!" Sheldon explains.

"The settlers made much more progress than any before them, fighting through the sand to establish civilization, but since this was before the Sand Globe was developed, the project was ultimately doomed to fall in the hands of mother nature and so it became that giant pile of concrete and sand you see today!" Ami finishes.

"Jeez, an entire city wiped out by just sand, nature sure can be terrifying..." Etheline states.

"Tell me about it! Even in this modern day and age, where we've developed technology greater than any civilization before us, overcome deadly pandemics, extended life expectancy rates to all new heights, can fly, swim and drive anywhere we want!" Sheldon lists off.

"We can build weapons that could wipe out entire countries in a blink of an eye. We're still nothing in comparison to raw power that is nature!" Sheldon rants.
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"But that's just what makes this arena the perfect place to test the skills of two master survivors and fighters! Not only do they have to fight each other, but they also have to against nature itself to win this battle!" Ami declares.

"Nature itself?" Landon questions.

Sheldon checks his watch, "That city is outside the Sand Globe of the city, meaning even now sandstorms still bellow throughout the place non-stop, slowing turning it into one massive sand mountain. If the weather reports are right, then in just 5 minutes, those two there will learn that the hard way just how fearsome nature is..." Sheldon says with an evil smile.

>Back to the arena.

A slow breeze picks up a few sand particles beside you as Ronnie begins to speak, "Hey, wall lion." he calls.

That name frazzles your nerves a little, "I have a name, it's Floruette and I'd much prefer it to that one." You demand.

He waves a dismissive hand, "Flourette, wall lion, Cromwell dog, what does it matter? I got a question for you." He asks.

You ignore his provocations and speak, "What is it?"

He walks to a nearly unburied rock and sits down, leveling his shotgun on his shoulder and takes out a single 12-gauge shell, which he proceeds to start playing with, "Be real with for a sec. Why the hell are you serving that Cromwell brat?" He asks.

You glare at him, "Excuse me? Who might you be talking about?" you ask.

"That wannabe king, who else?" He answers.

"I'm sorry, I don't know any brats or wannabe kings. The only man I serve is Noell Cromwell, a proud, respectable noble and the man who will be king." You counter.

He shakes his head, "You keep telling yourself that. Whatever, why are tagging along with him? Why haven't you returned to Cremox yet?" He asks.

You give him a confused look, "You of all people should know the answer to that. Putting personal feelings aside, I was ordered by the government to serve the Cromwell Family, I am serving my nation as both a diplomat and a gift to Brenho." you answer.

he spins the shotgun shell on his fingers, "You see, that's the part I don't get. Why'd you agree to be a gift to those shitty Cromwell dogs? You of all people?" He asks again.
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You frown, "Whatever could you mean?" you ask, but you already know the answer.

"The government pawned you off, our greatest fighter, our symbol of strength, the Mighty Wall lion...turned into a house cat to cool the rising tensions between us and Brenho." He starts.

"I get that someone had to be sacrificed to stop the possible war, but why you?" He asks.

"...." you give no answer.

"You, who hated Brenho, you, a Cremox national so adamantly patriotic that some even called you a Jingoist! You, who wanted to see all the families of Brenho burn especially the family of the Cromwells." He reminds you.

"How could you of all people agree to become a servant? I thought you'd sooner die than bend the knee to Brenho and become the whipping girl of some stuck up little shit!" He exclaims.

That sets you off, "Take that back..." you order.

"Excuse me?" he asks.

The slow breeze quickly becomes a mighty gust, blowing up all the sand in the area as you send glare at him with all your hate behind it.

"You can insult me all you like, I couldn't care less. But Master Noell, you may not besmirch his name!" you declare.

He glares right back, "His name is already besmirched to hell and back. I'm damn sure you know what everyone calls him, the Cadaver Prince, the heartless monster, the 2nd son. A failure in the eyes of his father and a failure in the eyes of all the people of Ochima." He explains.

he shakes his head in pure disappointment, "I can't even count the number of people that wish he died in his brother's stead, I can't stand those Cromwell pricks, but at least Nilies looked he might of made something of our godforsaken country." He badmouths.

"That Noell brat, he'll lead us all to our deaths, that's for fucking sure." He counters.

You grit your teeth in rage, "You know absolutely nothing...you know nothing about Noell!" you shout.

"He's nothing like the other Cromwells! He's kind, he's forgiving, he's understands the struggles of the weak and most of all, he wishes of peace and understanding between the nations! Something no Cromwell before him ever wanted! Noell is a good man and you know nothing about him!" You counter.

"Are we talking about the same person here? That rude, contentious, stuck up brat understands the weak? Kind? Forgiving? We're talking the Cromwells here, you're living in a dream world." He counters.

"...." You fume silently in anger, it's clear, he refuses to see reason, he'll only accept things he wants to hear.

"Ah! I think I get it now, you've been hypnotized haven't you?" He asks
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"What?" you question, dumbfounded by the idea.

"Yeah, must be the famous Cromwell hypnotism. You've been smacked around like a dog so much you've lost sight of what's right and wrong anymore. That's brat's fucked your head up so much you can't help but obey him, you can't see any other way out can you?" He asks.

"Wha-What nonsense are you spew-"

"Up,up,up. No, you don't need to fess up to that idiot anymore, I get it now." He stops you from counter.

"I thought it made no sense why'd you be so docile, now I get it, okay, let me free you from those Cromwell Shitbags grasp then-" he says as he for something under his cloak.

"Free me from their grasp?" you question.

"Let me be honest with you, I came here on a mission from the Cremoxian government. Obtain a Hunter's license to help fund our battle in the Razorrose festival they told me, in exchange, they would make me the Representative the kingdom and if we won, king of Brenho." He explains.

"Of course, I wouldn't actually control anything, I'd have a Crexmoxian diplomat planted on me that would tell me everything to do. All I have to do is take orders and enjoy the luxury of being royalty." He adds.

(I already knew all of that. But I didn't expect him to just tell me all that so brazenly, what's he planning...) you question.

"But being honest, this Razorrose Festival, the fate of the kingdoms, all this political turmoil, I couldn't give two wet shits about it all." He states.

"I just want to go back to my job as captain of my unit. I'm happy where I am, I don't want to fight some stupid political war for our shit government. So, let me cut you a deal that will save us both some trouble." He proposes.

"A deal?" you question.

"If you agree to become representative of Cremox in my place, I'll forfeit right here and now." he states.

"...." The powerful gusts of wind suddenly become a torrent of wild air, blasting through the streets like a giant fan has been placed in front of the whole city.

"Not a bad deal at all right? You not only get to free yourself from that Cromwell's brat's abuse, you also get to serve your Cremox in what would be our greatest achievement, taking control over all of Brenho and by extension, all of Ochima." He explains.

"I get to be free of all this political bullshit and we all get to live happily ever after, I couldn't cut a better deal for you." He promises.
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"....." you can't believe your ears.

"Oh come on, don't give me that look! I know a jingoist like you salivates over stuff like winning massive victories for her country, serving that brat hasn't suddenly made you lose your love for you country right?" He asks.

You grit your teeth, "Of course not...I still love Cremox with all my heart, there's no way I'd abandon it..." you admit.

"Then take the deal! I want to head the hell home already, those 13th sons won't slaughter themselves!" He eggs on.

(That is quite an offer...The younger me wouldn't have even thought about it, she'd just take such an offer without a second thought...) you realize.

(But that's just what made the old me weak! I'm not such a fool anymore! I'm no longer some Jingoist idiot that bends her head at the first order my country gives me! And refuse to become such a fool twice!) you resolve.

What will you do?

>Turn him down.

>Shoot him.
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>>3332453
>>Turn him down.
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>>3332453
>>Turn him down.
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>>3332456
>>3332458

>But I refuse.

>Writing.
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You begin to laugh, "Hahahahahahahahaha!" you uproar.

That gets him angry, "What's so damn funny?" He asks.

"I apologize for my vulgarity, but is this some kind of bad joke?" You ask.

"For once actually, it wasn't." He answers.

"Well it certainly sounds like one. You go off on me, telling me I've been hypnotized, that I'm a dog of the Cromwells, how I've fallen from the position of Mighty wall lion to mere slave house cat." you repeat.

You reach to your side, "here you are, telling me I have no free will and need to be freed from my enslavement and what's the only way I can do that? By becoming a slave of the government of course!" You counter.

"I wouldn't call being queen of a country the same as being a slave." He counters.

"It is when you have no real power. I'd just be a slave in a golden house. No real freedom, just the illusion of it, much like yourself." You insult.

That irks him, "You can't be serious, is your hypnotism that thick?" he asks.

"Perhaps. But look at it this way. What you're asking is which heels i'd rather lick, the government's? or Noell's? And if I'm to be honest-"

Without a second's hesitation you pull out one of your USPs and blast a hole into his cloak, aiming where his hand is hidden within his jacket.

"Whoa!" He shouts as the grenade that was in his hand gets blown away.

"-I've found that Master Noell's heels taste surprisingly good." You answer

Behind his mask is a face awash with amazement and annoyance, "...You really are the best aren't you? Huh, Wall lion?" He asks.

"I'm not the best at anything, These skills of my are a curse, not a blessing." you counter.

"I was thinking that if you turned down my offer, I'd be able to blast you with that grenade and just off you, but those eyes of yours don't miss a thing do they? That right there is why all of Cremox admires you." He explains.

You bite your lip, "You really don't get it do you? What the country says about my skills are meaningless, I never wanted this strength. I never wanted these skills, They've brought so much death and misery, I can't even remember all the faces of the people I've killed..." you say with deep regret.

"But not anymore! I'm no longer a tool of the government! I'm no longer just some mass-murderer! Rather than using these skills of mine to kill! I use them to protect those who I love! I'll never turn my back on who I am now! I reject your offer!" You declare.

Ronnie looks extremely disappointed, "...that so? Can't be helped then..." He says as he gets stands up and brings his shotgun back into his hands.
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https://youtu.be/qvivp43f9p8

WoooooWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO[/i] A horrid bellow rings out all-around you.

That's when you see it, right behind Ronnie you sight something fierce and terrible, a tsunami of sands floats it's way just meters behind the city, the area suddenly becomes red like blood, visibility falls to almost nothing as you bring your free hand up to protect your eyes on reflex.

"That Cromwell Hypnotism really is something huh? You truly can't be reasoned with." Ronnie says, his mask protecting him from the particles of sand.

"But whatever, I guess sometimes these things can't be helped. You just have to deal with things the old-fashioned way..." He says as he fades away in the sandstorm.

For a moment, all you can see is sand as you fight your way through the storm, trying to find some kind of shelter. However, in the mist of this unstoppable tempest, one thing is visible.

(Huh?) you wonder as you see what looks like a blip of light, floating in the middle of the air, like a wisp in the wind.

"Hey Wall lion! You know what they call me back home!?" Ronnie's voice shouts from somewhere distant.

BANG! BANG! Two rounds of shotgun fire hash out and fly at you.

You narrowly dodge them by ducking and rolling, you feel yourself collide against a wall, telling you that there's a building right beside you

You grope and feel your way to the door as Ronnie continues speaking, "Gaslight Ghost is the nickname the boys back home call me! Wanna know why!?" He asks.

You feel something wooden and decide this must be the door, peeling back, you charge shoulder first into it.

CRACCKKKK Resounds the now broken wooden door, you dive inside the semi-clear building, free of the waves of the sandstorm.

You breather for a second as you find your way up some nearby stairs and towards a window overlooking the street. You peek out the window and see that the wisp like light is still floating around, "It's cause, even in the gas-laden shithole that is Gletjeet, a land filled with specters and deadmen walking. I was known as the phantom that made other spirits wet the bed at the night." Ronnie explains.

SNAP! The sound of rifle fire rings out as you dodge a sniper round aimed at your head.

"I'm the ghost in the gas. A vengeful spirit that puts other spirts to shame. And guess what Wall lion?" he questions as you move to a new window and asses the situation.

"You've been haunted." He laughs fade into the storm as the battle truly begins.
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>>3332575

It isn't a proper episode of Hunter x Hunter quest till this shit happens at least once, now let's make sure it doesn't happen twice!
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>Ronnie's Entry added to the character list!

>Trait learned! Ronnie Burnsby: [Defender of Cremox]

>Trait learned! Ronnie Burnsby: [Firearm Expert]

>[Surgeon's eye] activates! Ronnie's Life is a total of 80!

>Trait learned! Ronnie Burnsby: [Weak of heart]

BATTLE COMMENCES

Party Status

Florette:

>Life: 150/150

>Armor: 200/200

>Status effects: Peak Condition

VS

>Ronnie:

>Life: 80/80

>Armor: 100/100

>Status Effects: Peak condition

Special Arena effects:

[Sandstorm]: The raging torrent of sand and dust outside blinds and tears at the flesh, when it comes out raging, the safest course of action is to find shelter as quickly as possible.

(Every 2nd round, a sandstorm will come raging through the arena and disappear the following round. If caught in the Sandstorm, you receive a -10 loss to evasion rolls and lose -10 LIFE points.)

You attempt to calm your breathing as you once again peep your head through the open window.

You look out to see the wisp of light is now gone and the sandstorm outside is still going on strong, turning the once sun-burnt clear street into a raging sea of flying sand so thick that it blots out the sun above and makes the area almost as dark as night.

You duck down and think, (From the sound of gunfire, He's wielding a high-power shotgun with focus on it's stopping power, one hit from that and I'll have to give up on whatever limb it hits.) you realize.

(Not to mention he's using live ammo, while I've got Kevlar vest guarding most of my body, there's a limit to just how much it can take. If I'm not careful, I'm sure he won't hesitate to kill me first chance he gets...) you worry.

Crunch...Crunch... The sound of feet crushing the sand below reaches your ears as you peer out the window once more to see a blurry figure wading through the sand.
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>QM question

Now I know this is a terrible place for me to ask this right when the action is literal about to start.

But before we begin, I have to inform you all that I want to try and a slightly new approach to combat with other characters.

Since they have traits that define their combat style much like you all, the players, I've thought up an action system that involves, me, the QM, rolling to set the DC.

Basically, the enemy makes a move, I'd roll using whatever bonuses or weaknesses they have, and whatever I get, becomes the DC.

Of course, I only get to go once, while you all go 3 times and this opens up the fight to a massive amount of random unpredictability, but I feel that best emulates what combat in Hunter X Hunter generally is.

Just because someone has good stats doesn't mean they always perform better than certain people with lower stats. Just like Bisky's explanation to Killua about power differential, just because someone's A in term of power, there are times when someone at D can beat them cause they're having a bad day.

Adding this level of randomness means there's a chance I could roll 100 and make so it's virtually impossible to pass the DC, or I could roll 1 and make it stupidly easy to pass it.

That's why I realize this system could be very exciting but also very dangerous, thus I want to ask (For the sake of avoiding salt and unfair results.), do you want me to test this system, see how it works out and maybe keep it?

Or do you want to stick to normal roll-over DC system?

What will you pick?

>New system

>Current one.
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>>3332715
>>Current one.


Roll against is kinda cancer imo.
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>>3332715
>>Current one.
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>>3332715
>New system
I suppose I'm in the minority but since this is a fight that involves side characters and there's still losers bracket after this I think that it's fine to test it out for a fight or 2 and see how we'll it works

You probably should have asked this last night so people would have more time to think about it and so that more people could have a chance to vote
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I should probably elaborate on this, so here we go
Having 1 vs 3 rolls is honestly really unfair, and tends to make thing too easy for the players.

I'd recommend starting off with a base of 2 rolls, and then increasing them as the threat gets larger/stronger whatever otherwise it can get really, really easy because of the opposition having only 1 chance at rolling.

Just my experience anyway, I know some anons are put off by 'beat my roll' dc's so whatever
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>>3332828

>Roll against is kinda cancer imo.

Understandable, which system should I use then?

>>3332823

>That spoiler

You're exactly right, but I was running late and these things tend to slip my mind when I'm trying to get to sleep.

>>3332828

I choose to do 1 vs 3 because I want to minimize the risk of me rolling a 100, I know it's rare, but on the rare chance I do, I don't want to have anons rolling against something they could only pass with a 1 in 100 chance.

Of course, even if the enemy rolls 100, it wouldn't be instant death, for the armor and life system prevent any character from just dropping dead on the whims of the dice god, but I get your idea.

Okay, I really don't want to delay this for long, but I'm going to give this 20 more minutes, see if any other anon wants to chime before I call.

>Waiting.
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Well looks like we're sticking with the normal DC system after-all.

>Continuing.
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That catches you by surprise, (He...He's still in the storm!) you notice as he wanders through dusty air, hand up only to prevent the dust from reaching the visor portion of that fish-bowl like mask.

(That mask of his must be filtering out the sand reaching him while that cloak of his preventing any of the sand from cutting into this skin. He's used to fighting in places where the environment itself is an enemy. I can't take him lightly...) you admire.

(22...21....20 meters. Stop. He's looking around for something, presumably me. He's within my firing range, even in this low visibility, I can easily tag a stationary target.) you analyse.

(But at the same time, it's strange, he of all people should know my reputation as Cremox's greatest markswoman, yet he stands out in the open, basically asking for me to shoot him?) you wonder.

(Perhaps he thinks I've gotten weak in my servitude of Noell and that I can't hit something in the middle of this storm?) you guess.

You grip at your pistol, (That's a mistake. A fatal one. The question is now, take the shot? Or wait to see what he does?) you wonder.

>Target stands at 20 meters (Close Range), optimal weapons: Pistols, Revolvers, Shotguns. (+5 chance to hit with any of these weapons)

>Sub-optimal weapons: Sniper rifles (-5 chance to hit. But +10 to damage if landed)

What will you do?

>Take the shot, (With Sniper Rifle/ Pistol?)

>Wait and watch.
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>>3333084
>Wait and watch.

obvious trap, he'd not be skylinign himself without something to cover himself.
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>>3333084
>>Wait and watch.
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>>3333118
>>3333131

>This looks shady...

>Roll1d100 to analyse the situation.

>DC:60
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>>3333163
Ah, my bad, add a +5 to any rolls for [Peak Condition] bonus
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Rolled 92 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

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Rolled 18 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3333163
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Rolled 34 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3333163
Doubt I'm gonna beat >>3333172 but whatever
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>>3333172
>>3333221
>>3333284

>Rolled 97

>Can't trick the lion's eyes.
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You loosen the grip on your pistol as you slink back into your position, (This feels odd...He's far too skilled to be stupid enough to stand out in the open. He must be getting covered by something...)

You then look around to see if you spot anything odd, that's when your eyes catch the strange light again, the wisp like glow of blue light emanates from the opposing building.

(That light again, am I hallucinating? No-that thing is definitely real, but what is it? Some-kind of distraction? No, he would have put it somewhere obvious if that was the case.) you realize.

(Whatever it is, it must be some weapon of his, as he never seems to look at it himself...) you think as you look back to check Ronnie's position.

That's when you notice he's disappeared, (Huh? Where'd he go?) you wonder.

DING! Ding...roll... Goes something in the background.

You look down to notice a small black can roll up to you.

It only takes you a matter of Nano-seconds to realize you're staring at a flash grenade as you cover your eyes and roll away.

BANG! goes the grenade as a burst of flash powder ignites into a flare of light and sound that sets a slight ringing in your ears.

Fortunately, you manage to prevent yourself from being blinded.

"So that's where you are lion!" Shouts Ronnie as he jumps out of the other end of the corridor, shotgun aimed and at the ready.

(What!? How'd he realize my location so quickly!?) you question as you level both your pistols at him.

>Roll1d100+10 (From Firearm expert trait)

>DC: 70
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Rolled 87 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3333460
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>>3333490

>Rolled 97

>Writing.
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BANG,BANG, BANG,BANG Flashes of light and sounds of gunfire ring throughout the entire building as you both fire down the corridor.

Ronnie's shotgun has a wide range, covering almost 50% of the narrow space in a single shot, but it helps that you're 50% faster than the average gunshot.

Dodging and rolling out of the way, of Ronnie's non-stop shotgun blasts, you find a moment to open fire as he runs up 7-round capacity.

You roll unto your knees as you open fire with your pistols, emptying 4 rounds, 2 shots with each pistol, unlike Ronnie's wild shots, yours are precise and targeted, going for the legs and lower abdomen areas.

The first two shots miss, but the latter two land a solid blow as Ronnie's right leg and arm are pierced.

>-38 Life, (10 points absorbed by armor)

>-48 Armor

As he recoils from the pain, you continue to fire about 3 more shots at him.

"Shit!" He screams as he cloaks flys upwards, a strange spike ejecting from his back that shoots out and grabs unto the back wall, pulling him back at high-speeds.

After he escapes your effective range, he jumps out the window and back into the storm, once again hidden.

"Hah...hah..." you catch your breathe as you kneel down and assess the situation.

(Okay...after that exchange I think I've figured it out...That mask of his has a tracker of some sort.) you realize.

You look out the window and see the storm is beginning to clear up, ( Probably infrared, or heat-tracking. That's how he knew not only what building I was hiding in, but the exact floor I'm on. Not to mention he seems to have some kind of grappling hook that allows him to travel short distances silently and quickly.) you analyse.

>Trait learned! Ronnie Burnsby: Guerrilla Fighter!

>Trait learned! Ronnie Burnsby: Tech-dependent!

(That's how he was able to to reach this floor without me realizing it and toss that grenade to surprise me. He's taking advantage of the storm to pin me in a single location and ambush me...) you notice.

That's when the winds finally die down and the sun clears it's way through the dying storm, making the street clear again.

You find that Ronnie isn't out there anymore, (He must have retreated into one of the buildings to nurse his wounds, if I had to guess, probably that one where that strange wisp-like light was hidden in...) you guess.

You eject the magazines from your pistol and start loading bullets into them as you ponder, (He'll probably try and stay out of sight whilst the storms are down and attack when they return, meaning he won't leave that building on his own, I'll have to go after him myself if I wan to attack him.) you realize.

(But at the same time, I'm not 100% certain of all the elements at play in this fight. Like that wisp-like light, or just how many weapons he has...) you think.


Party Status

Florette:

>Life: 150/150

>Armor: 200/200

>Status effects: Peak Condition

VS

>Ronnie:

>Life: 42/80

>Armor: 52/100

>Status Effects: Peak condition
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What will you do?

>Invade his building

>Lure him to your building and fight him inside.

>Try and figure out what other gadgets he's keeping.
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>>3333726
>Try and figure out what other gadgets he's keeping.
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>>3333712
>>Try and figure out what other gadgets he's keeping.
Knowledge is power

Also why does it say that Robbie is in peak condition?
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>>3333791

>Ronnie still in peak condition.

Ignore that, that never happened.

>>3333778

>What else you got up your sleeve?

>Writing.
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You finish loading up both magazines as you reload your pistols as you think, (I can't just rush inside with actual Intel, however, I can't exactly rush in and scout what I don't even know.) you realize.

(Okay firstly, I know he has his grappling hook, helmet tracker, and what I imagine is a variety of mostly non-lethal grenades. He can't be carrying much more than that, probably one or two more devices I don't know...)


(I'd guess, based on his background, one of them is some kind of poison-resistance machine within his suit, but that's pointless to someone like me, I don't use cheap tricks like poison to win.) you realize.

(Meaning his one other gadget must be that strange wisp-like device....what even is that thing-hm?) your train of thought is interrupted as you notice a faint trail of red light.

(Is that...a laser sight?) you wonder as you see that the trail of light seems to be coming from the building Ronnie is hiding in.

The red line of light is extremely thin and very hard to notice with the bright light of the sun overpowering it, but it's certainly there.

You move to another window and follow the direction of the laser, you notice it's coming the third floor of Ronnie's building, (Is that him? Has he switched to a sniper rifle in an attempt to attack me without exiting the building?) you wonder.

(But no, he clearly isn't a sniper, he's a shotgun wielder, he prefers close range engagements. But then, what is this light-Wait) that's when a memory flashes back to you.

While you were running inside the building, you heard what sounded like rifle fire as you broke down the door, (But before that, Ronnie certainly fired at me with his shotgun. But that makes no sense, he fired not only with his shotgun, but with a rifle I have yet to see? At the same time? That'd only be possible if he had some kind of partner...wait a moment.) you get an idea.

Turning back to the trail of light, you pick up a random stone and toss it.

Snap! The second the stone is caught in the light, a rifle round flashes out, shredding it to dust in a single shot.

(The speed that bullet was fired is far too quick and the indiscriminate nature of it's attack, it's as I suspected, an A.I just fired that.) you realize.

(That wisp-like light must have been the computer attached to the rifle, scanning the area for any movement and firing automatically at anything it detects. Using that, he's able to attack from two angles simultaneously.) you realize.

(I see Ronnie is quite the proficient at building at and setting up machines like that on the move considering he moved it from the street to the inside of that building over the course a few minutes...)

>Trait learned! Ronnie Burnsby: Combat Engineer
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(While not a 100%, that's probably his ace-in-the-hole right there, he was hoping to trick me into moving into that thing's line of sight and blow me away while I was distracted fighting him. Clever, he's got tactical skills to make up for his lacking combat ones) you think.

Looking back outside the window, you see another sandstorm approaching fast, (Using that, I can probably sneak across the field and get inside his building. That, or I wait until he comes for me himself again, though that give him the advantage.) you think.

(Either way, if I'm moving, it's now or never...) you realize.

What will you do?

>Invade his building

>Wait for him to come to you.
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>>3333954
>Invade his building
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>>3333954
>>Invade his building
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>>3334045
>>3334049

>Strike first, strike last.

>Writing.
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(I've been on the receiving end of all the attacks this battle, it's about time I acted instead of reacted for once.) you say as you get low and make your way back to the first floor.

While you move, the sandstorm returns in full-force, once again masking the area in blood-red darkness, the perfect cover for you as you get unto the streets.

The sand feels like rushing rapids on your body, if didn't have your dress on, you sure this onslaught of sharp sand would cutting into your skin like thousands of knives.

But even so, you cover your eyes and power through it, staying low and slow the whole time as to ensure you're not noticed, you've crawled through far more dangerous and painful places, this is nothing to you.

Eventually you reach the door of the building and push the door open quietly as you free yourself of the storm.

You enter pistol first, just like the other building, this building seems to be a seems to be made up of narrow corridors, with multiple empty rooms and a staircase nearby leading to the next floor.

(If I remember correctly, his turret was placed on the 3rd floor? Considering I triggered it, I'd imagine he's already moved locations to keep me from tracking him, but it's still a good place to start looking for him.) you think as you advance inside the building.

As you advance through the building, pistol at the ready, you examine the rooms off to the side, filled with various desks that you can barely see through dusty windows.

(This place must've been some-kind of office building before this place fell. They must've evacuated too quickly and forget to pick up their office sundries.) you realize.

A depressing thought, but not enough to distract you as you reach the third floor.

Checking your corners all along the way, you've seen neither hind nor tail of Ronnie, almost as if he's not even in the building, but you know that's just him trying to lull you into a false sense of security.

You reach a door at the end of the corridor of the 3rd floor, (This is the place I saw the turret fire from, if he's going to be hiding somewhere, more then likely it's got to be here...) you think as you prepare to breach.

>Roll1d100+10

>DC: 65
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Rolled 99 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3334140
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Rolled 43 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3334292
Damn
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>>3334292
>>3334348

>Rolled 109

>Just a little excessive, just a little.

>Writing.
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You pull out your second pistol, peel back from the door a bit and bring your leg up.

CRASH goes the door as it nearly flies of it's hinges from the force of your kick.

You move in like a flash, rolling into the room and aiming where you think Ronnie would be standing.

Instead, you simply find an almost empty room. With all the chairs and desks pushed to one side, you see a small sniper's nest set up with an unmanned rifle laying against the floor.

You walk to it and see the small wisp-like light on it's side, (As I thought, this is the A.I rifle he was planning to shoot me with.) you realize.

You kneel down to examine it, (But it clearly hasn't been moved since arrived here. he hasn't changed locations? Did he really leave out the building to ambush me again?) you wonder.

That's when you see two tiny boot-prints in the sand, they're faint, but clearly fresh.

(These must be Ronnie's, so he did try and retrieve his turret, so why hasn't he moved it...?) you question as you notice the boot-prints move about 4 steps away from the sniper's nest, then suddenly stop.

(....!) That's when you figure it out.

Whirrrrr.... goes the sound of a wiring reeling out as you get up, turn and point your guns at Ronnie as he drops from the roof above, shotgun pointed at your head.

You both come to a screeching halt, guns pointed at each other as Ronnie hangs upside down by his grappling hook.

"So the rifle was a trick meant to avert my attention. Your tactical skills verge on genius." you compliment.

"And your reflexes verge on inhuman. I see serving that brat hasn't left you without combat practice, you're brainwashed, but you're still the wall lion underneath it all." He compliments back.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I haven't been brainwashed. Is believing that Noell could actually be a competent leader and just wooed me into following him?" you ask.

"He's done far more than woo you. he's driven you off the deep end, pledging your allegiance to a soulless monster like that Cromwell is nothing short of madness." He counters.

You glare at him, "If being a government dog is being sane, I'd rather be a madwoman." you argue.

"It doesn't have to be that way you know? Even now, my earlier offer still stands. Agree to take my place and I'll happily forfeit." He states.

What will you do?

>Demand his surrender.

>Turn him down and open fire.

>Trick him and deliver a deadly blow.
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>>3334444
>>Demand his surrender.
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>>3334500

>I demand your unconditional surrender!

>Roll1d100+10

>DC:70
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Rolled 61 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

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Rolled 87 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3334583
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>>3334663
>>3334664

>Rolled 97

>Writing.
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"How about instead of that, you just surrender here and save the trouble and bullets." you command.

"No matter what you won't listen to reason huh?" He questions.

"It's you who's lost his sense of reason. Just look at yourself." you look to his open wounds.

Blood pours from his leg and arm, unbandaged and uncared for, "I'm not a doctor, but I have enough experience in treating wounds to know even shots non-lethal areas like the arms and legs can be fatal if you leave them untreated." you inform him.

"...." This time, he's the quiet one.

"You're not making this offer out confidence, you're doing it out of desperation. You can tell you're out-gunned and out-skilled, that's why you went out of your way to set-up this little trap, because you're scared of facing me head on." you taunt.

"Do you sniff your own farts half as hard as blow them out? I'm facing you right now aren't I?" He puts on a brave face, but you can tell you're getting to him.

"The only one being self-indulgent here is you. You can sound brave all you want, but I must ask." you counter.

"Is your hand shaking from the blood loss? Or is from the fear?" you question as you notice the grip on his shotgun loosening.

"Shut your goddamn mouth! Are you taking the offer are not!?" He's truly getting desperate.

"Of course not, and it's my offer you should be taking. Either you surrender here or die." you threaten with a deathly glare in your eyes.

You're bluffing of course, but the pressure of your threats hits him just as hard as the real thing, "A-A man of Cremox never surrenders! NEVER!" He says as he readies himself to pull the trigger in a panic.

You expected as much however, "A shame. It was a good deal too." you taunt as you stomp your foot against the back of the rifle on the ground.

You duck your head as the rifle comes face to face with it's master, the red light catching Ronnie's movement.

SNAP

"FUCK!?" He shouts as he brings his shotgun up to protect himself.

The bullet nearly buries it's way into the wooden stock of the gun, knocking it clear out of his hands.

"No!-You fucking bit-" he isn't allowed to finish his insult, as the second his guard is dropped your fist drives it's way into his mask.

CRACK Your fist is like a freight train, crashing into his mask, shattering it into millions of pieces that scatter around the floor and fly into his face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screams in agony as he falls to the floor, clearing away the pieces of glass before looking up at you in terror.

You walk up to him slowly, guns in both hands at the ready and a deadly glare in your eyes, "Ah...so not only are you as tall a boy, you have the face of one too? It's almost adorable, how pathetic you are I mean." you taunt.

Now that the mask is gone, you can physically see the fear in his eyes. It reminds you of the old days, people used to look at you like that a lot, back then it filled you with disgust, both to your work and yourself.
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https://youtu.be/QAnBkvf2UBg

But now..."That's a good look for a worthless piece of scum like yourself. You know what, I rescind my previous offer. I want to bully you a little longer, I'd love to see the face you'd make as I make you bleed..." you threaten.

Channeling a little of your old personality, you're mostly putting on the airs to scare him, but you'd be lying if you don't feel at least a little pleasure seeing him almost piss his pants at the sight of you.

"I...I...I can't..." He struggles to speak.

"Shhhh..." You bring your finger up and shush him as you kneel down and get on eye level with him.

"You don't need to say a thing. Unless the next words out of your mouth are I surrender! then I have no interest in hearing them." you say as you level your pistol at his head.

"Well, there is one other thing I want to hear. Your screams of despair and agony would be nice too...!" you threaten with a depraved look on your face.

"......" Without even crying a sound, he rolls away and launches a grappling hook that sends him flying away.

You look back to see his half-destroyed shotgun and useless rifle, (He ran off without his weapons...looks like this battle is just about over.) you think as you get up and grab his shotgun and look to where he ran off.

(The only thing left to do now is decide which way to finish him off...) you wonder.

>-21 Life

>-50 Armor.

ROUND 3

Party Status

Florette:

>Life: 150/150

>Armor: 200/200

>Status effects: N/A

VS

>Ronnie:

>Life: 21/80

>Armor: 2/100

>Status Effects: Mind-breaking Fear

What will you do?

>Track him down and finish this fight in the building.

>Give him an honorable end, walk out into the street and call him out to give him one last chance to fight.
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>>3334928
>>Give him an honorable end, walk out into the street and call him out to give him one last chance to fight.
Isn't Cremox all about honor or something? Seems kind of ooc to do otherwise
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>>3334973

>An honorable end even for you.

>Writing.
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Looking down at his shotgun, you pull it up and give it a pump to see if it's still functional.

CHIC-CHIC

The bullet is still loaded into the chamber perfectly, (Seems the damage is only surface level, as expected of a Cremox-make, it's built to brave even the greatest of storms.) you admire.

The sandstorm once again clears up, giving you the perfect chance to end this right, "I can't say the same for the owner however...." you say as you walk outside.

You walk out into the middle of the street, "Ronnie! If you have even a shred of courage left in those brittle bones of yours, use it to make your way out here! Now!" you call to him.

After a few minutes of waiting, he comes walking out from the building.

His armor in tatters, his mask destroyed and missing a few teeth, but even so, he stands as proudly as he can on his bloody half-broken knees.

You smile at that, "What do you know. Even a pathetic coward like you can embody the Will of the Wall, even if on shaking knees." you compliment.

"I-I didn't become captain of the 163rd garrison cause I was smart or some shit. I got there by surviving hell and beating my superiors in combat. I can't disgrace that legacy by running away..." he states.

You toss his shotgun into the sand in front of him, kicking up a slight dust cloud as you speak, "If that's true, then surely you can do the same to me correct? I am your hell now. Brave me. I am your superior. Defeat me." you order as you pull out your rifle.

He looks at your rifle with a degree of awe and fear, "The Lion's Fang, the rifle that's toppled nations. Are you gracing me with the honor of being defeated by it?" he asks.

You grimace at that name, "It's just a rifle, there's nothing special about it and of course that means there's nothing graceful about being defeated by it." you say as you pull back the hammer to check if the bullet has been loaded in.

"Instead of thinking about what an honor it would be to be defeated, how you try and defeat me instead? That shotgun of your still works you know." you declare.

He kneels down and picks it up, "Right...There's no honor in hoping for death. Only in fighting it." He agrees.

"Finally you talk sense...." you compliment as you go quiet and ready yourself.

"....." Staring each down, guns at the ready, the taste of sand in your mouth and blood in his.

It's in moments like these that fates are decided, it's in moments like these warriors are at their strongest.

>Roll1d100+15 (+10 from firearm's expert, +5 from peak condition.)

>DC: 75
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Rolled 78 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3335184
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Rolled 4 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3335184
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>>3335212
>>3335263

>That crit fail.

Oh man, if it wasn't for these new rules this battle would have came to an interesting end.

>Rolled 93

>Writing.
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Rolled 24 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3335184
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"....." it feels like you wait an eternity, just staring into one another's resolute eyes, waiting for a single crack to appear.

But when none comes, a single gust blows by, knocking over a small pebble in the otherwise silent arena.

Tap....tap...tap Goes the tiny rock, like a heartbeat against the earth.

That heartbeat becomes the gong for the final bullet of this match, as the both you raise your guns at max speed.

Either boosted by adrenaline, fear or resolve, perhaps even some crude mix of the 3, Ronnie's gun is actually the faster one in the race.

In a matter of nano-seconds, he has his gun leveled and ready to fire, however, when it finally comes time to pull the trigger, he finds a moment of hesitation in his finger.

On his face, you see, not fear, not hate. But admiration.

This doesn't slow you down even a little, but you spend a fraction of a second wandering exactly what it is that brought on this sudden show of respect to you.

Is it respect to your title as Wall Lion? Or perhaps finally, in these last moments where the future course of his life is decided, he stopped looking at your image and decided to look at the person underneath it.

Maybe in these final moments, he finally saw the woman named Florette Rutland, her beliefs, her spirit and decided to pause for just a moment to show credence and regret for all the foul words and insults he hurled at her.

Well, no matter what it was, that moment of hesitation was what decided it all.

SNAP Goes your rifle, the bullet cutting through the air, and finally landing dead-center in Ronnie's lower abdomen.

"....." He falls to his knees slowly, crying neither in pain nor in fear of his life.

You lower your smoking rifle slowly as he raises his head in turn, and on his face is the one thing you never expected to see from him.

A smile in the face of defeat, "I...Forfeit..." he declares before dropping unconscious.

https://youtu.be/ftcOzTcD1XI

"WE HAVE A WINNER!" Shouts Sheldon over the speakers as epic victory music blares out.

"In a match both nail-biting and deadly, our battle of gun-slingers comes to a truly beautiful conclusion! With our favorite maid standing victorious!" Ami congratulates.

"......" You don't quite know how to process all this, you're still lingering on his final response.

Ronnie is lot like you were back when you were a Jingoist, caught up too much in war, death and destruction to see the truth right in front of him. Too lost in the idea of glory and victory to know about the true value of peace.

But in those final moments of his, he showed respect and kindness, he found peace in honorable failure. Maybe he felt a burden got lifted off his shoulders from this? Maybe he was looking to be taught this lesson by someone?

And you don't know any of that, you can't know any of that. That's his business and his business alone.
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However, you do know that in all things, respect begets respect.

A kind gesture returns a kind gesture, so instead of leaving him there, bleeding out in the sand and dirt, to be forgotten along with this city.

You walk over and you pick him up, and you carry him back to the cars you arrived in.

"Thanks...."He says in a weak voice, as he wakes up for a moment.

"Don't thank me. I never planned on killing you in the first place. I'm only doing as a show of respect, from warrior to warrior. As a person, I still detest you." you tel him.

However, he's lost too much blood to hear a word you say, instead he just mumbles the first thing on his mind, "Thanks for...waking me up...Florette..."

"....." That shakes you a bit, that's the first time, the first time he's ever used your name without insulting you as well.

"And thank you. For reminding me where I came from. And for helping me find where I'm going." you say as he fades unconscious on your back.

You walk out of that arena of blood and sand victorious.

You walk out that arena of blood and sand, a Hunter.

To be continued...
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So ends the first part of the final test of the Hunter Exam!

This episode and episodes that will come after it have been a long time coming, I must confess, this is one of the things that, even before I knew what the 2nd or 3rd test were going to be, I knew what the final test was going to be.

I'm very excited to bring you the rest of these fights (And trust me you've all got a lot more coming) as we finally bring the first arc of this quest to a close.

I have already fully planned out the rest of these fights, so it shouldn't take any longer than a week for me to prepare the next thread.

I'm going to try and run as soon as possible, there's no breaks on this Tourney Train as I have a lot of story to tell and honestly not enough time to tell it all!

Once again, for any quest-related updates (And occasional shitposting) Follow me on twitter if you enjoy my work!

Also I have two questions to pose to you, my players.

1st! How are you liking playing from other characters then Derrick's perspective?

This is far from the first time I've switched characters, but this is the first time you've had to fight someone in another character's shoes! So I'd like to hear how you all feel playing all the character's you've come to know (And hopefully) love.

2nd question! What voice do you attach to each character?

This one is unimportant, but I'd really love to hear the answer, I'm curious what kind of voice you imagine each character has? Who do you hear when you read Florette's lines? Or Derrick's lines? I'm genuinely curious.

I'd greatly appreciate it if you answer my questions, I shall check on them come the morning!
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>>3335531
1.Florette was fine. I have misgivings about others though. SOme we barely know well enough and others might be spoilers.


2.really don't have one.
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>>3335531
>1st! How are you liking playing from other characters then Derrick's perspective?
I like it, it gives us a chance to use those skills and different play styles that usually go to waste except for maybe during missions like the train heist

I would like it even more if we could chose which character to play as but your comment about having every fight planned out makes me doubt that'll happen

>2nd question! What voice do you attach to each character?
I usually don't pay attention to VA's but I obviously imagine Flourette having a elegant voice normally, which turns into a higher pitch when she gets "excited" and lower when she gets serious

And Imagine Ronnie having a high pitch and annoying voice

Also I assume I'm not alone in imagining Derrick having a relatively deep and loud voice
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>>3335531
>1st! How are you liking playing from other characters then Derrick's perspective?
I thought it was great, and I can't wait for more.


>2nd question! What voice do you attach to each character?
Tough question
For Derrick, I always mentally hear the actor for Shizuo
For Noelle, I imagine a somewhat gruff royalty accent if that makes sense
The twins, well the ENG dub of Baccano
I can imagine Landon having a melodramatic, somewhat low sounding voice
Etheline is easy! A pure and cute Maiden!
I always read Vanilla as having a tomboy's voice, although that's probably just me.
Bradford obviously has an American, deep sounding voice.
Anyway, keep up the good work Rock-sama, great thread.
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>>3335588

>1.Florette was fine. I have misgivings about others though. Some we barely know well enough and others might be spoilers.

Trust me anon, I wouldn't be so absent-minded to reveal details about a character I didn't want you to know.

>>3335627

>I would like it even more if we could chose which character to play as but your comment about having every fight planned out makes me doubt that'll happen

Don't worry, I'd never be so rigid as to prevent you from having the choice as to who to play as, while I do admit some of these fights you won't have such a choice (Like this one for example, since I doubt any of you would want to play as Ronnie, I simply choose Florette automatically.)

But I assure you, you'll have the ability to pick your fighter for a good chunk of these fights.

>>3336218

>I thought it was great, and I can't wait for more.

Thank you very much! I hope to deliver you much more.
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Also, I ask you to stay tuned for just a moment, I have bit of extra stuff to post that might interest you.

>Writing.
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>>3336788
>But I assure you, you'll have the ability to pick your fighter for a good chunk of these fights.
Can't wait to play as Literalili Whu

>>3336823
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>Interview with Noell Cromwell aka #112

>Why do you want to be a Hunter?

"To bring peace to a doomed land. I don't think I need to elaborate on that." He answers

>Who do you most want to fight?

"I'd gladly take on that more arrogant owl (Aldof, #2323) I doubt he can fight as well as he can brag and it would be enjoyable to bring him to heel."

"Otherwise, I'd like to fight against Dainary (#1246). Why? Once again, I don't think I need to elaborate on that. let's just say she and that runt Ronnie pose a problem that need to be eliminated here and now."

>Who would you least like to fight?

"A foolish question. There isn't anyone I wouldn't be willing to fight for this license."

"But...If I had a choice in who to avoid, I don't wish to fight my personal aide (Florette, #241), while I'm sure she'd bear no personal grudge if she fought me, I'd feel...sad if I had to defeat her." He states.

"Also, I don't wish to fight that quieter owl (Volt, #444), going by his credentials alone, I can already tell he'd be a troublesome fight, but even more than that, I can feel something...monstrous about him."

"And finally....I don't wish to fight Derrick (#339) , I don't particularly see him as a great threat, in-fact, I'm quite sure I could beat him if we faced off, but, he's my friend, so I'd rather he passed this Exam then failed it."
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>>3337025
Fuck yeah, I wanted to see these
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>Interview with Etheline Brooks aka #7

>Why do you want to be a Hunter.

"Ohhh, that's a toughie...my reasons have changed a lot since I got here. I started because I wanted to discover and create new technologies that would help mankind." She begins.

"And while that goal hasn't changed, I think maybe it's a bit naive to believe that all the world's problems can be fixed with machines. I've met a lot of people in this adventure, so many of them good! And so many...not so good..." She states.

"But one thing I've learned is that many of the world's problems are linked to the human heart, we all want to do good, but not all of them know how, so I want to make it a point that when I become a Hunter, I want to lead by example! Like so many people here have done for me." She answers.

>Who do you most want to fight?

She scratches her head, "I don't really want to fight anyone. Most people here are my friends! And those who aren't...well...I don't hold any grudges, even if they do..." She answers.

>Who would you least like to fight?

She thinks for a moment, "Well, everybody in a sense! forgetting about my emotional attachments for a second, I think pretty much everyone here is physical and mentally stronger than me." She admits.

"I mean, that's not to say I'm some pushover! I wouldn't have made it this far if I was! But at the same time, I wouldn't want to fight people like Noell, or someone like Mr.Bradford, or Florette, or Vanilla, or Mr.Landon...the list goes on really..." She admits.

"But if I had to say someone I definitely don't want to fight, I'd say...Derrick probably. Out of everyone here, even if he isn't physically the strongest, I think he's the most powerful one here. I don't see myself winning against him, nor I can I see him losing either. He's the best after-all..." She confesses.

"H-huh!? What do you mean I sound love-struck!? It's a misunderstanding! I just admire him! It's nothing more than that! These aren't being recorded right-!"

[END OF RECORD]
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>Interview with Florette Rutland aka #241

>Why do you want to be a Hunter

"Personally? I have no real desire for the title itself, you could say I'm just tagging along with my master's wishes, I personally don't really care if I obtain the license or not, as long as Master Noell is able to obtain one." She answer.

"But if I do get a license, let's see...I guess I'd want to be someone who prevents conflict. What was it called again? A War Hunter? Yes, I'd like to be someone who either brings conflicts to an end or someone who can save innocent people from battles that don't involve them."

"I must confess that I have a long history when it comes to warfare, I've fought in numerous battles, from my childhood well into my adulthood, I never knew what peace felt like...not until I met Master Noell." She states.

"It was through getting to know him, that I was able escape my irrational hate of others and I came to know what it was like to have peace, even if it was for a short time." She states.

"If I became a hunter, I'd use my career to bring peace to as much of this world as I could. If there was a reason I want to be anything other than Noell's maid, that would surely be it." She answers.

>Who do you most want to fight?

She thinks for a moment, "Well, I just got done saying I want to avoid conflict, but if I must be honest, I'd enjoy fighting Mr. Landon (#114). He seems like a good sport and a formidable opponent!" She states.

"Also maybe Mr.Bradford, he's always eager for a fight and he seems like he'd be a fun person in combat, we have gone head to head in the past, but I've never actually personally seen him fight." She answers.

"Finally...I guess Derrick might be a good battle, he has the mental fortitude of a Cremoxian warrior, or The will of the Wall as we call it. He'd fight with honor and grace I'm sure, so I wouldn't mind facing him in combat." She finishes.

>Who would you least like to fight?

"Both of the owls make me feel wary, Aldof because he seems like he'd be a braggart, even in the middle of combat, and Volt because I fear whatever hidden strength he has. You don't become S.I.S.F just because you're good at keeping secrets after-all." She confesses.

"And finally, of course I'd never want to fight my own master, if I were to pit against him, I'd honestly rather forfeit, though I'm sure he'd be furious with me if I didn't face him in combat..." She trails off.

"He'd be....extremely furious with me...." She begins to breathe heavy.

"Ohhhh, I can barely imagine the cruel things he'd do to me if I dared disappoint him in battle...you know what, I change my mind, please pit me against him, I'd love to...give him a win..." She says with a lustful smile.

[END OF RECORD]
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>>3337218
Well now I'm confused

>Interview with Florette Rutland aka #241
Does that mean that her and Noelle didn't show up together?

>Mr. Landon (#114)
Wasn't he supposed to be #6
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>>3337290

>Does that mean that her and Noelle didn't show up together?

They did, just when the line was formed, they didn't stay in the same order, she was much further back than Noell was.

>Wasn't he supposed to be #6

That on the other hand is just an error, my mistake.

I'll reveal more of these as the test continues, this is all for now though.
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>>3337326
By the way God a little while ago you asked about the title card on Twitter. I replied to you but I guess my account was private for the longest time and you didn't see any of my messages. I tried to reply to every question you asked so it's kind of a shame you didn't see them but I digress, it should be fixed now,

Anyways I suggested that you make the title card a picture of Shizuo/Derrick as it's more relevant and his blonde hair makes it stand out more as opposed to a brown map.

What do you think?
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>>3337890

Sorry for the late response, Yes, I did actually notice that each of questions usually has at least one reply, but I can never actually see, thanks for that by the way.

As for that being used for the title card, I appreciate the image, (I'll add it to the collection) but as a title card, I don't think I can use it.

Derrick is the leading figure of this quest, but he's far from the only major character here, If I was to make his face the poster of the Quest, that would in-fact work, but it wouldn't be 100% precise.

It'd be more prudent of me to use multiple faces, switching the title card to match who's the main focus of the episode, but that might come back to same problem of me using random pics.

Though I do like the suggestion and I will definitely be taking that picture.
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>>3337995
It's fine, my only concern is that it's very easy for a brown map to get lost in the sea of other quests. It doesn't even need to be Derrick you could even be the HxH logo but if you're fond of the map then that's fine, it doesn't really matter too much in the grand scheme of things
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Can we get more of these interviews? They are great!
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>>3341248
Sorry for the extremely late response, my internet went down for almost two days.

Thanks and don't worry, everyone will get an interview, it's the best way for me to convey some of the reasoning behind a lot of the characters desire to become a Hunter, giving some development to some unexplored characters.

(Ala Dillion, Reynauld and a lot of the more sinister characters who Derrick is too hostile towards to talk too)

Though I want to deliver them in order of certain events, you'll get a ton of them next episode, which is relatively soon (Sooner than my bi-weekly style of running anyway...)

Look forward to them~
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>>3344010
Sweet



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