>>6114914
Remix is a super need.

>have her send a pdf or whatever of the info. Or at least ask more than what bingo means.

>meet grant after school. Then go home.

>Text dad that we'll be home for dinner.

>>6114914
>Arrange to visit Remix at the Farm

>>6114914
>Arrange to visit Remix at the Farm.

Remix has info ixon one of our long term enemy's. Whilst grant is probably going to alert us about some random criminal/gang cape activity.

>>6114914
>Arrange the meet with Ms Grant
She actually gave us a time and place, we can schedule something nonconflicting with Remix

Oh no I forgot to take the name off
I'll have to vote by phone for the rest of the thread

Rolled 2 (1d2)

looks like a bit of a tie, so I'm going to roll 1d2

1 is visit Remix
2 is meet with Ms Grant

Meeting with Ms Grant wins. Remix is going to have to take a rain check.

Writing it up

Me - Will do.

Ms Grant - 7PM. Big news.

All right. 7PM. I could do that, with my sword lesson with Baby Girl right after. To Remix I said:

Me - Can you send that info as a pdf?

Remix - And have you understand it? Hold on, let me get my English to Retard translator booted.

Okay, very funny. Ha. Ha. I made a plan to see her later. For now I had to get to school.

I got in late to Mr Sack running gym. It bought me a tardy slip which I shoved in my back pocket. He was in his best set of gym clothes to show his ageing, fattening body and the uncomfortable bulge in his too short gym shorts. Everyone else was running laps. Mr Sack preferred the fitness part of 'health and fitness', at least for handling his students. I don't think he had it in him to run a lap himself.

"Just because you're on the basketball team doesn't get you out of running laps," Mr Sack said, "Now get changed and get out there."

Roadwork. Fun.

I joined Ben and Annie huffing along at the back of the pack with the fat kid, Lorraine. I could have lapped everyone here without breaking a sweat, but that would ruin the point of a secret identity.

"Ballsack. Asshole," Annie puffed.

"Just. One more. Lap," Ben groaned.

Lorraine ran silent, sweat dripping down his chins, a look of misery in his every expression.

Leading the group was Hunter, but right behind him was Chad. his new build was putting in the work. I remembered last year he'd have been at an even pace with his friends and ready to puke by the time they were done. Now he looked like he might take the lead. Right behind them though was Ayesha, striding along with an intense focus.

I loved watching her run. The way her legs stretched out, the sun catching her skin and giving it a golden glow.

Watching her made me want to catch up, run along side her neck and neck.

But I kept my head down. It could wait.

By the time the laps were finished Ben looked ready to puke on his shoes and Annie was on the verge of passing out. Chad jogged over to us, fresh and smiling.

"Eric, hey man how's your dad?" Chad said, "You ran off yesterday. He's in the hospital?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, he's good. Nothing too serious." Best leave it at that.

Others came up soon after to express their concern. I felt like a big fucking jagoff for it.

"Anyone seen Zeke today?" Blair asked, drying the sweat off her neck.

A round of shrugs. It made me think of the text from Ms Grant. Ayesha caught my eye, motioned with her head.

We stepped aside. She gave me a quick, hard hug. "Ivy told me you went to see her," she kept her voice low, "Told me about your dad. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Good. And all the other stuff, with the sewers, it wasn't on the news," she said, "Should I tell Nasim her friend is safe? If you're planning something I don't want to risk blowing it."

>let her tell Nasim Ayane is safe
>better that stay a secret for noe, just in case

>>6115011
>better that stay a secret for noe, just in case

>>6115011
>better that stay a secret for noe, just in case

>>6115011
>I’ll tell Nasim myself, don’t want anything more linking you to Hotspur

>>6115011
>let her tell Nasim Ayane is safe

>>6115126
>>6115113
>>6115011
These both work don't tell her. I'll tell her later as hotspur. You can't be seen to have too strong a connection other than I saw your Twitter post...

>>6115372
>>6115126
>>6115113
>>6115045
these are tied but not exactly conflicting so I'll go with both

"I'll tell her," I said, "When the time is right. In costume. You just sit back." I kissed her cheek and she grinned.

We got through gym, and on the way out I overheard Blair and Tim talking.

"Did you hear Kaylee dropped out?" Blair said.

"Wasn't she at school yesterday?" Tim said.

"Yeah, that's how I found out, she came to tell me," Blair said, "Not just dropped out too, her dad kicked her out. Right out on the street. She said she's shacked up with her girlfriend on the south side now."

"Man, glad my parents aren't psycho bigots like hers," Tim said, "When I told my dad I was gay he just said 'hi Gay, I'm Dad'."

"What a cornball."

I'd known some of that, but didn't know Kaylee had full on fallen out of school. She'd wanted to talk to me yesterday, maybe that was why. But I'd had bigger problems to deal with, and still do.

"Rico!"

Howie came tromping up in his game kit, dressed as if we had a game tonight. He was a good kid, Howie, and tried to force a water bottle on me.

"Got to stay hydrated, Rico! Hydrated for the game!"

"Damn straight," I took a swig of the electrolyte infused water before handing it back. Howie then pounced on Tim to do the same.

"I'm really enjoying it here," Peony, Annie's cousin, said to a group of senior boys, a group of very interested senior boys, "Chicago's like, as cool as I expected. It's a big change from Duluth."

"Annie said you were from Hong Kong."

"Oh please, we lived there a year for Mom's job and go back to visit the grandparents some times, but I'm a Minnesota girl through and through. Vikings all the way!"

"Yeah, Eric's originally from Indiana, isn't he? He came in last year."

"Oh yeah?"

Nothing to do with me. I just had to get through the day, wondering what it was Ms Grant wanted to talk to me about, waiting to hear from Dusk about hunting for Flesh-smith, anticipating my first training session with Baby Girl. School seemed a little trivial next to all of that.

Turning the corner I bumped hard against Miss Flores. She dropped her coffee with an irritated 'shoot!' then, seeing it was me, backed up with a blush.

"Eric," she said, "You're here! That's good, that's great!" But she didn't say anything more than that, just glanced off to the side. My teacher, my soon to be step-mom, and the soon to be mother of my younger sibling. Yeah, I was kind of unsure what to say either.

>so say nothing and leave
>apologize for yelling last night

>>6115570
>apologize for yelling last night
Be a man and take some accountability.

>>6115570
>apologize for yelling last night.
Our outburst against flores was uncalled for, eric and his dad had been growing distant from each long before she entered the picture.

>>6115614
>>6115613
ok

"I'm sorry."

That was a good start.

"It really wasn't fair of me to yell at you last night. You've been nothing but good for Dad and cool with me too, despite everything we've put you through."

Her face softened into a smile. "Thank you, Eric, that means a lot," she said, "And I do understand how this can't be easy for you. Your life has been through a lot of changes over the last few years. Bad ones."

Good ones too, I thought.

"And I'm sorry, for slapping you," she said, "It's never okay to do something like that."

I forced a grin. "Don't worry, I've been hit harder."

She shook her head, amused despite herself.

Then she pursed her lips. "Can I admit something to you, Eric?"

"Sure."

"You're...a part of the reason I said yes," she said, "To both this, and other things. Dating your dad, moving in. You're a polite and well-mannered young man. Your parents raised a good kid, and I thought there must be something to your dad for you to have turned out so well despite all your difficulties. It convinced me to give him a shot. Well, that and his stupid good looks."

I was blushing a little. More than a little.

"He's sorry too, you know," she said, "For not trusting you, and for not telling you sooner. About all this."

There was a ring on her finger, and she put that hand to her (for now) flat belly.

And it made me remember, for a hot terrible second, that I hadn't worn a condom last night with Ivy. Oh fuck.

Miss Flores turned her head with a thoughtful frown. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah!" I said, fumbling for my phone to fire off a text. I knew I was going to have to wait for a reply, Ivy's school confiscated phones at the start of the day, so I'd be sitting in sweat until she got it back. Fuck me.

I hustled on to Chemistry with Mr Nfume. We filed in, taking our desks, getting out our screens. I sat between Ayesha and Chad.

Mr Nfume stood at the front of the class. He'd rolled down a projection screen, a grim look on his face.

"Gargantua is attacking city hall," he said.

Who?

He clicked a button and the screen flickered to life, live footage from a helicopter circling above the city center. Something giant moved down Adams Street, a giant red humanoid with a mouth as big as the school gates, all covered in lobster-like plates. He was about as tall as they second tier of Sears Tower, which he stomped past on his way too who fucking knew where or why.

And unfortunately he was clearly a 'he' because all of him was hanging out on display.

"Gargantua is attacking city hall," Mr Nfume said, "And that's the stupidest thing I've ever felt myself say. God we truly live in a stupid, stupid universe."

"Gargantua is making his way east," the reporter in the helicopter said, "We've received assurances from the mayor that the Protectors are inbound to handle the threat. The Fire Department is working with the Chicago PD to evacuate the buildings in the path of-"

"Since our universe is a terrible and stupid one, we're going to talk about why Gargantua shouldn't exist," Mr Nfume said, "Can anyone explain to me how this insult to physics violates the square-cube law?"

Hands shot up around me.

My skin prickled. Not for the question but for the sight of the monstrous giant stomping his way through traffic, crushing cars beneath his slow plodding trek down Adams Street. Who knew how many lives each step ruined.

"When an object undergoes a proportional increase in size, its new surface area is proportional to the square of the multiplier and its new volume is proportional to the cube of the multiplier," Ben said.

Mr Nfume clicked his fingers. "Straight off of wikipedia," he said, writing up the formula on the white board, "By all rights our friend Gargantua should collapse in on himself, why isn't that the case?"

"Maybe the carapace?" Chad suggested, "Those red scales look like they might act as some kind of exoskeleton. That might help support his weight."

"Maybe," Mr Nfume said with a tired sigh.

>I have to get out of here, I have to do something
>No, let this one slide. The Protectors could handle it

>>6115652
>No, let this one slide. The Protectors could handle it.
Mainly because this is their perfect photo op, they're gonna do their best to show off. They're full of shit but the result will be the same, they'll handle it well.

>>6115652
Maybe he isn't bigger the universe just got smaller

>No, let this one slide. The Protectors could handle it

If the duck it up then we can go

>>6115652
>Let this one slide
Public enough that the officials will take him down
Unlike flesh smith

>>6115652
>No, let this one slide. The Protectors could handle it
Pay attention to the fight, we can learn more about the protectors and be prepared to leave school and intervene if they can't handle it

>>6115652
>I have to get out of here, I have to do something.

How do we know the protectors will even win? They didn't seem like A-listers line up to me. What if Gargantua fights them off and flattens city hall and the urban area around it.

>>6115792
Idk City Hall sucks, let them foot the bill to the Protectors if it gets flattened

>>6115792
That one dude who hates us matched us blow for blow, if they can’t do it with their entire team there then we’d be hopeless

>>6116037
He didn't match us, we mostly avoided fighting him.

>>6116064
I dunno man reading that fight I felt pretty matched

>>6115748
>>6115731
>>6115726
>>6115653
locking that in

I couldn't dash off to fight a giant tearing through the heart of the city. I had to trust the Protectors knew their business enough to handle it. And if they didn't, then I'd race off to save the day.

Not that I knew how I'd handle a colossus like this Gargantua.

The helicopter crew kept on him, circling the crimson lobster scaled giant. Yellow eyes glared in a furrowed brow up at the copter overhead, but as big as he was he wasn't big enough to swipe it out of the sky. He stomped up to the side of Sears tower and dug a hand into its side. He started to climb.

"All right gang, he's climbing Willis Tower," Ironsight's voice came through, "We've got to stop him before he brings it down."

"Willis Tower?" Rufus sneered, a sentiment running through the class.

The tower shook against Gargantua's weight, but before he could raise his other hand the giant shook in place, suddenly restrained.

"I have him," the urbane voice of Gravitas said. The camera turned to show a dark pin prick in the blue sky. Gravitas levitated above the city in a black pinstripe suit, hands raised and wide forehead bulging with strain. "I cannot say for how long. Please, be quick about this!"

It seems the team was miced up for the show.

The largest eagle I'd ever seen swooped past him with a harsh cry, its wingspan flaring out as it dove for the face of the giant. When it struck, it bulged and writhed in a nauseating ripple of bone and muscle until it became the burly figure of Barbaric, gripping uncertainly to Gargantua's nose at a perilous height. But her body shifted again, twisting and writhing as muscle and bone was reorganized, her face stretching out into horror mask dimensions, bright orange fur exploding out across her back until she was the form of a hulking orangutan.

"Gigantopithecus, interesting," Chad muttered.

Barbaric began swinging massive fists into the giant's face, seeming to no avail. Gargantua's grip tightened on the surface of Sears Tower, cement beginning to crumble under his grip.

"Let's lay some more on him, team," Ironsight said, "Liberty, Haymaker, bring in the one-two."

They shout of the sky. It was an almost comic sight, Haymaker dangling from Liberty's petite grip as the girl flew in rocket fast, flinging the hulking ex-thug at the giant. He came in with a right cross hard enough the giant staggered back a step, but then Haymaker went sprawling, hollering in terror out into the sky. Fast as a dart though with a flare of her pleated skirts, Liberty swooped around and caught him, hurtling back up into the sky.

"Shit on me!" Haymaker swore into his mic, "This is a retarded fucking plan!"

"No need to cuss, I got you!" Liberty said, bringing him back around for another run.

"Where the fuck is Nightshade?" Haymaker said, "And when the fuck are you going to pitch in, Ironsight? I don't see you falling a thousand feet!"

"Steady there, convict, someone has to coordinate the team," Ironsight said, "And as for our little chickadee, just you wait."

"Please cease your bickering, my grip on the beast is beginning to wane!" Gravitas intoned. The camera followed him as he went from levitating mid-air to drift down onto the roof of a nearby building, hand extended to clutch at Gargantua with his gravity powers.

Barbaric, still in the form of a giant ape, pounded her fists on the giant's shoulders, but she may as well have been a middle schooler fighting a line backer for all it did to stop him from tearing a chunk out of the side of Sears Tower. Gargantua flung the ball of cement at the nearby rooftop, square at Gravitas. Liberty gasped, and the class room leaned forward, as Gravitas let go his grip on the giant to snatch the chunk of cement from the air only a few yards out from crushing him. He was alive, but now the giant began to climb.

"BRING ME!" Gargantua roared, "DAVID! ROSS!"

"Oh lord," Mr Nfume sighed, lighting up a cigarette.

"Sir, why are you smoking?" Ben asked.

Mr Nfume frowned. "Why? Because nothing makes sense and everything is stupid."

The giant tore chunks out of Sears Tower, exposing people still inside, screaming in terror as giant red fingers dug through cement and glass to rip up the exterior of the building.

Barbaric leapt from Gargantua's shoulders into the interior of the buildings, large ape hands raised to hustle the people inside back toward safety.

"Nightshade, are you in position?" Ironsight asked.

A moment of silent.

"Copy."

"Good. Okay kid, square up."

The camera swivelled to the top of Sears Tower. The very top. Nightshade stood at its peak in his urban ninja get up, wind ruffling the loose fabric of his pants. He crouched down, looking down.

"Ready."

"That's right. Now, time to cut down the giant. Go!"

Nightshade pounced. Hurtling downward, a human meteor. He struck the giant between the eyes with a white flash. Gargantua buckled, woozy on his feet. A small fist sized imprint glowed between his eyes. Nightshade drew back his fist and drove it down again. And again. And again. Each blow laid over the last until that fist sized imprint deepened and red ichor gushed out to pool up in it then run down over his face.

"That's right," Ironsight purred, "Keep it up."

The giant began to fall.

"Gravitas!" Ironsight barked, "Catch that thing before it crushes half the block!"

Even as it fell, Nightshade didn't let up, riding the falling giant, driving down punch after punch into his skull. And when Gargantua did fall, eased down by Gravitas, Nightshade didn't stop, the giant's blood splashed across his chest as he began to drive into the fruit of his brain.

"That's enough, Nightshade, the threat's contained. Nightshade I said stand down!" Ironsight barked.

"Brutal," Hunter said, agog at the sight playing out on the screen as Nightshade continued on, ignoring Ironsight's orders. Then a high pitched scream went up. It took us all a moment. It was coming from Nightshade, a high pitched primal scream over each downward blow.

"Cut the mics!" Ironsight barked, "And cut the camera! Goddamn it Nightshade, that's enough! I said stop! You stupid little-!"

And the screen cut to black.

>>6116164
That Nightshade is bad optics. Is there more to the update?

>>6116176

I wonder if Nightshade is empowered by the soul of the light wielding buddy of The Prince we saw in the vision and the reason he hates Hotsput is because of some fallout their previous lives had which he is seeing in his head.

Or they just showed him Hotspur while training/torturing him so he developed an intense hatred response.

Unless that high pitched scream was a sign its actually a lady under that outfit? I can't believe Bullpen has put another hot asian ninja into the equation, and yet I can.

Or if they got a bit of Hotspur DNA and tried to clone their own with some help. Alien help? Fleshsmith help? Villain team up when?

>>6116639
Does he hat us specifically? From the Gargantua show I feel like he might just hate everybody in his way

>>6116685
On the boat he seemed to have a hateboner for Hotsput. Maybe he wonders why the biggest hero in the city didn't rescue him from his captors who have been drugging and threatening to drug him into compliance.

Sorry, had a busy couple of days. hoping to knock out a few updates tonight.

Also I might be back working full time in game dev soon, so this quest might go on hiatus in the near future or at least slow down to single updates.

No one knew what to say about what we'd seen, but we were all a little disturbed by Nightshade's frenzy. Beating Gargantua to death at the foot of Sears Tower. The giant attack was all anyone had on their mind.

"Sucks for whoever has to clean that mess up," Rufus said, "I wonder who that guy was before he got turned into a big red lobster."

That was the question too.

"Whoever they were, man, someone has to do something about these freaks," Hunter said, "I know, I know, we aren't supposed to call them that. But six people died."

It was true, three crushed in a minibus when Gargantua had been knocked off his feet by the Protectors, two killed when they were trying to get away and got sideswiped by a truck, and one poor bastard who fell into the Chicago River and drowned.

"Seven, technically," Ayesha said, "Gargantua too."

"Sure, seven," Hunter said, "I get that most freaks are just ordinary people, and I'm not saying round them all up, but maybe they need to do like a census or something."

"Track and trace," Ben nodded, "Yeah, that makes sense."

"We're talking about human beings here," Chad said, "Should they keep a file on every Muslim in the country too, or every Russian?"

"Russians can't blow up a city block with their minds," Rufus said, kicking an empty soda can, "Man, we've had this conversation before."

"Because nothing gets done!" Annie said, "God, its all so revolting."

"What is?" Chad asked.

"Our lives! It's absurd! We live in a city under constant siege and the only answers are either 'do nothing' or go full Nazi. I'm sick of it! When do we get another choice?"

"What makes you think we even have any choices here?" Ben said, "We're all just stuck. The rich and powerful will do what they want and we just have to learn to live with it."

Everyone was angry. No one had any answers. Annie was right on one thing, it was absurd. Every time I put on my costume and stepped out to do something about the problems in our city, was I really achieving anything? I mean, really? It felt like every problem I solved only spawned three more, a goddamn hydra. I didn't say anything though, they didn't need another opinion to fester over. And for every Gargantua the hate got harder to fight.

Maybe she could see it in the tension in my shoulders, but Ayesha slipped her hand into mine, leaned on me a little. She didn't say anything just squeezed my hand in hers and rested her bushy black curls on my cheek, looking up at me with those warm brown eyes full of comfort. In a glance she said 'don't stop believing in love', and that helped. But not as much as it should.

School rang out.

I had to go meet with Ms Grant. I'd promised to tell Nasim her friend was safe, but as Hotspur, not as Eric. Then I had sword training with Baby Girl tonight.

>change into my costume and visit Nasim first
>change into my costume and see Ms Grant first

>>6117631
>change into my costume and see Ms Grant first

Iunno go visit Nasim's house afterwards. I must wonder how telling her is going to go.

>>6117631
>change into my costume and see Ms Grant first

>>6117631
>Grant first

>>6117766
>>6117769
>>6117974
ok

So many plates are spinning at once I worry I'm going to lose track of them and send one crashing to the ground.

I got home before Dad did. My phone pinged with a text.

Dad - Part of the crew cleaning up downtown. Talk when I get home.

Okay. I guess it was good his company had picked up work, even if it was cleaning up the destruction caused by a big red idiot. With a baby on the way he needed to take all the work he could get. We'd talk later. I'd make sure of it.

Changing into my costume, still missing the jacket, I made my way into the Magnificent Mile and the Water Tower where Ms Grant and I would meet. A little bit of Old Chicago, 150 years old and still standing tall, it had survived the Great Chicago Fire, the Great Depression, and the Chicago Cubs fans after they finally won a World Series. She was waiting in the shadow of the faux-medieval turrets, sunset turning the sky a bloody red wound. Wearing sun glasses and a pants suit, hands in her pockets, she leaned against the old stone work in a slouch.

Madeleine Grant, DSA, had started wearing a gun on her hip. A nickel plated revolver. She was the only person I knew who had as maybe as many enemies as I did, most of them the same terrifying people. Not far from us, chowing on a slice, waited Ironclad in his armor visor, gauntlets and greaves. That was also new, a super powered bodyguard bought and paid for. He kept his distance though, this wasn't his business.

"Spur," she said as I landed in front of her, a hand on her hip. Ms Grant had clean, light dark skin the color of an old oak table and dark relaxed hair that fell around her shoulders in soft waves. She was tall too, at least taller than me.

"Ms Grant," I said.

She lowered her shades to give me a once over.

"There a reason for the change of costume?" she asked, "That jacket wasn't cheap."

I had my mask and goggles on, but without my jacket I had no hood and the spider weave undershirt left my arms showing. After all the heat we'd had it was actually a bit of a relief getting around without it.

"Don't worry, I'm getting it back," I said, "Is that all you wanted to talk about, my choice in fashion? Don't you have news?"

She grinned, flicking her shades back up. "Oh we've got news," she said, "A friendly judge has done us both a big favor. He's agreed to sign off on a wiretap. The kid you brought in, Zeke? In exchange for immunity he's agreed to be our informant, get his friends at the Guardians on tape confessing to terrorist activity. We knock down this domino, the rest should fall."

"It goes pretty deep," I said, "The Governor is in on it some how. Maybe even Ixion. Who knows who else."

"Corruption is a Russian doll," she said, "When you open up one, you find another. The trick is to stay on it until you get to the last one."

I imagined Zeke wearing a wire. It was hard to imagine him keeping his nerve.

"I need you to keep an eye on our informant when he goes in," she said, "I don't trust the cops to run cover for him. Plenty of Humanity First members wear badges. I'm doing my best to keep Chicago PD in the dark all together, and fuck working with the FBI. We need to keep this close to our chest."

"Are you even allowed to do that?" I asked.

She shrugged. "We're running in gray zones here, Hotspur. Leave the legal arguments to me, just focus on making sure our boy doesn't get his head blown off. If you're up for it at least."

"When would that be?" I asked.

"A couple of days," she said, "Why, is there somewhere else you need to be?"

"My plate's been pretty full lately," I said.

"Yes or no, Spur, we can't afford to drag this out."

>You know you can count on me, Ms Grant
>I'm going to have to pass on this one

>>6118404
>You know you can count on me, Ms Grant
this could be big

>>6118404
>You know you can count on me, Ms Grant
Who would even be a good partner to tackle this with? If it blows up we have to drag Zeke out with one hand and fight through a bunch of armed terrorists with the other.

So if she has budget for super bodyguards and super bulletproof jackets, how long has it been since his last gift? How about a SpurMobile. Hotbike? A better jacket that he can hold the sides out for gliding after he jumps up high, maybe with wings. I'd take a Hotspur allowance account we can throw at the partner of the day, like giving Remix some funds to make cool stuff. This superhero stuff doesnt get any easier ya know. Some cash to throw at his soon to be baby sibling.

>>6118404

>You know you can count on me, Ms Grant
But ask some of Firewatch if they are free to help. I'm really sure Thunderchild would be very easy to convince to help with this. Plus I'm sure it'll be nice to catch up with the group and make sure that they're all okay.

>>6118402
Won't they be suspect him of something due to him coming back in failure, alive and late? He was supposed to bomb the protest and die in the explosion. Neither of those happened and now he's coming back after disappearing for a while?

>>6118404
>You know you can count on me, Ms Grant
And include Firewatch as well, this is important and they've got more time than normal. Usually we give hours to minutes' notice, not days.

>>6118404
>You know you can count on me
Humanity second

>>6118546
Oh shit, you are right

Sorry, I've been busy with the thing mentioned here: >>6116876
not to the point of a full blown hiatus but its currently taking up a lot of creative energy.

we're going to lock in these: >>6118558
>>6118546
>>6118505
>>6118505
>>6118434
>>6118406
and I'm going to write up the update.

>>6120381
I just hope you won't be taken from us, QM.........

"You can count on me, Ms Grant, but if you don't mind this sounds like a job that could use some more fire power," I said, "I want to bring in my friends in Firewatch. We took down the Council of Crime together, we'll do the same for the Humanity First Militia."

She nodded. "Makes sense, Ironclad will on call too. If you need to stop a bullet, it helps to have someone who can control metal."

Ironclad. I still got a bad vibe from that guy. Chowing down on his pizza slice like some kinda pizza...slice...enjoyer. I dunno, I don't like mercenaries. Which maybe made my next question a little hypocritical.

"I'm a bit strapped for cash right now," I said, "Maybe you could, uh, spot me some cash?" It wasn't for me, I told myself. Dad and Carmen were having a baby. Everyone needed to chip in with that.

Ms Grant got out her wallet and flicked out a couple hundred dollar bills. "Thought you were the 'volunteer' type," she said with a little smirk.

"This isn't a wage or nothing," I said, "You're just helping out a friend."

I stuffed the bills into my back pocket.

"What's the cover story for Zeke anyway? Last I checked our friend wasn't meant to survive his explosive adventure."

"Cold feet," Ms Grant said, "Which is true. Cover stories are best when they're as close to the truth as possible. He ditched the bomb in a post box and walked away. He's been laying low since he was scared what his superiors would do for failing to go through with the mission. Also true, up to a point."

I nodded. "What's to keep him from getting his head blown off?" I said, "Goodfellas style the second he steps into a backroom."

"Good fortune," Ms Grant said, "And you, which is better. The second you think he's going to get popped, you smash your way in there and get him out."

"Can do," I said with a little salute.

"I'll text you when, with the rendezvous," she said.

And that was it, the plan decided. Now I just had to wait for a call. To be honest it felt good to take another run at the anti-para militia. They'd been getting a bit too confident lately, ever since Governor Tuttle was sworn into office. If they got the mayor's office too, times were going to get tough for the freaks of Freak City. If Zeke could help put a stop to that, maybe I could forgive him.

Anyway, I fired a message off to the Firewatch group chat letting them all know, ask for a show off hands for volunteers. I got a thumbs up from Thunderchild and Grit, they were in. The others were busy.

Dog Brother - Baby sitting duties. woof woof.

He sent a photo of him and Ayane, eating burgers. Ayane still wore my jacket, but beneath it had on a pair of blue overalls with Layla on her lap, the dog trying to take a nip out of her burger. I saw the toe of a boot that I knew was Misfit's and a multicolored stocking that could only belong to Pratfall. Looks like they were getting along. That's good.

Ok. Git and Thunderchild were plenty of muscle.

With that sorted all I had left on my plate was my sword lesson with Baby Girl, all the way out at Palmisano Park, and not for hours yet.

>head there early, scope it out
>my belly was grumbling, I should eat first

>>6120442
I'll let you guys know if I do in advance, and do everything I can to either keep this going in some form or bring it back as soon as possible, but I really can't afford to let this opportunity slip

>>6120585
>my belly was grumbling, I should eat first

>>6120585
>eat food
Good for you on the job, best of luck

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>>6120583
>my belly was grumbling, I should eat first

>>6120585
>but I really can't afford to let this opportunity slip
Best of luck then, Bull!! Hope the writer's block won't get on the way in this new opportunity you have

Btw, I'm interested. How do you get into those kinds of works? I like writing and some people say is good, and I would love to work in something close to what you do, but living in a Latin America really blurry a lot how to get into it. What should I do? Search for freelancer works? Write to the companies/devs? Is there a need for a portfolio and how can I make one for my works?

>>6120585
>head there early, scope it out

>>6120701
>I'm interested. How do you get into those kinds of works?
Some friends were making a game and I asked if they needed a writer. A few of them went to work at larger indie studios and put in a good word for me. Unfortunately that's all I can really say, I got lucky and then did the work. I wouldn't waste time cold calling a big company, look for little projects and put your hand up to help, hope they like your stuff and that they keep you on. Smaller is good too since they're a lot better about it being remote work, big studios always want you to move to a large expensive city like Vancouver or wherever.

Writers are always the last people wanted on a project and usually the first to be let go, though. Unless you have a good relationship with the producers writing for video games isn't stable work.

But start small. Everyone tries to get a AAA studio gig out the gate, but it doesn't work that way. Do janky little VNs and little 8-bit indie things for shit pay and if you keep at it and do good work, it can turn into a career.

>>6120698
>>6120683
>>6120660
locking that in

Before I got to my sword lesson, I really needed to eat.

A Chicago dog, or maybe two. On second thought, make it three. For all I horked them down it did give me a moment to reflect. I'd been handling the burn out and hunger from using my powers much better lately. Was my body adjusting, or was it something else? It still drained me, drawing my sword in particular left me as weak and starving as if I'd just learned my powers, but the bounce back was faster, the amount of energy I needed less and less.

Maybe it was something to do with growing attuned to the fire inside me. Discovering more of its source, and my role as an Ashavan. Not that I fully understood what that was. Some kind of mystical space knight? Sworn to fight evil, or as close to evil as I'd ever encountered.

A knight should know how to use a sword.

I ate my dogs sitting off the side of Lake Shore Plaza, looking out east over the lake at night. I thought about Zeke and a bomb in a mail box. Kind of a ridiculous story, but I hoped it stuck. I looked at the lake, tried not to think at all. It really was a pretty thing, our fresh water sea, lapping quietly at the shore. I could make out the lighthouse, a dot on the horizon with a light still going, guiding the lake freighters along the coast. There was so much to this city I don't think I'd ever know everything about it.

They say I'm from Indiana but I'd never felt comfortable there. Here, I felt comfortable. Here I felt at home. About the only thing I missed was the stars. Big city lights meant there wasn't much could be seen in the night sky other than the moon. A couple stars shone through, a few bright freckles on the night's dark face, but back where I'd grown up, on a clear night you could see the spiral arm of the Milky Way, pick out the constellations, watch Venus with a strong enough telescope.

Mom had taught me how. That was one of the cruel things about her cancer, the forced move to Chicago. They'd taken the stars from her.

I wonder how she'd feel if she knew what I knew now about the stars, and the dark between them.

I shivered despite the warmth. There were things that lived in the black of the night sky. Malicious, hungry things. Eaters of worlds, servants of the Druj. Dragons. Dragons of the deep dark black. Of the nothing. And they would be coming for us. For me.

I had to be ready.

Hunger sated and hours gone by, I got myself up and bounded out to meet my new sword teacher. Out to Palmisano Park.

There was a pond in the park, with a fishing platform on it. I landed i a tree nearby and a couple of hoods looking to deal saw me, popped up and said, "Fuckin' Hotspur, book!" before scrambling away.

Good. We could use the privacy. I waited on the deck overlooking the pond.

It wasn't long before the rev of a motorbike sounded down the street, headlights off. It turned a corner and came up the sidewalk.

Baby Girl all in white leathers, a couple of swords across her back, brought her bike to a stop.

Baby Girl pulled off her helmet, brushed back her platinum dyed hair.

"Yo," she said.

"Yo yourself," I said.

She pulled off the swords, threw one to me.

It was a wooden one, the kind you saw in old samurai movies.

"Bokken," she said, "You don't get to touch live steel until I can trust you not to cut yourself. Show me what you know."

I knew nothing. I took the sword in two hands and did my best Akira Kurosawa impression.

"Awful," she said, inspecting me. She slapped my lower back. "Chest out."

I puffed out my chest. "Like this?"

"'Like this, sensei,'" she said.

"Like this, sensei?" I said, a little annoyed. Whatever favor she was doing me, I didn't like calling a criminal 'sensei'.

"Better," she said, rubbing her chin.

Then she smirked, and swung her wooden sword at my head.
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>roll 3 x 1d100 DC 85

>>6121176
Nat 100 incoming

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>6121186
Man im fraudulent.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>6121176

need one more roll, feel free to roll again if you have already

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>6121176
Im usually a passive reader on quests, so this may be my first roll ever. Good luck everyone.

>>6121325
>>6121194
>>6121188
fail

but that's expected

>>6121325
always happy to have a first time roller

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>6121176
Ashavan spirit awaken and help me conquer this yellow fever

*thock*

To my surprise I blocked it.

Then suddenly, my legs were swept out from under me and I hit the deck, slapping down onto my back. Before I could do more than scramble she was on me, grappling me, had her legs twisted around me and jerked me into an arm bar. I could feel the strength in her legs through the tight white leather as she squeezed her thighs around my arm, pulling it back against her. Right up against her. Intimately.

I was as red from that as from the pressure in the grip.

"First lesson, Hotspur, the first attack is always a trap," she said.

"Thought this was a sword lesson, not jiu jutsu," I groaned as I tapped out on her thigh.

"Mmm," she grinned as she let me go, let me up, "Kenjutsu, jiu jitsu, judo. They're all one and the same. Don't get caught up in the kendo nonsense of shouting 'kiai!' where two idiots hit each other in the head."

I picked up my sword.

Then her wooden sword was a blur, striking me first on the wrist, which made me drop the sword, then sharp across the chest.

"And you call me 'sensei'," she said as I shook out my wrist.

"Yes, sensei," I said. I got my sword again. Took up my stance. Held it as she inspected me. Circled me.

"There's a reason you want to learn the sword," she said, "You need to learn it quickly, or feel you do. I've always known you as a boxer. An amateur boxer, an amateur with some real skill, but still an amateur. Enough for dealing with crooks and costumed buffoons. But this is something different."

When she stood in front of me again she squared off. "The blade takes a lifetime to master, and I'm far from a master myself, but you have the heavy shoulders of destiny. I'll teach you what I can, prepare you for the destiny you face. Whatever problems we've had before, whatever loyalty to my Sullivan and his gang, I feel, no I know, this is more important. Perhaps the most important thing I may ever do."

It wasn't what I expected from the outlaw biker, but then she was more than just Sullivan's squeeze. She looked at me with eyes that seemed to see past my mask. That seemed to catch some hint of the fire inside.

"Okāsan, watashi ga gimu kara nigeta no wa kono tamedesu ka?"

it was a question asked to the thin air that I couldn't understand.

"If so, then show me, Hotspur," she said, "Attack me with all that you have, and we will see what you have to learn, and what I have to teach."

>strike her with the bokken
>with all I have? draw my sword of fire

>>6121408
>>with all I have? draw my sword of fire
She's right
This is too important to half ass

>>6121408
>with all I have? draw my sword of fire

>>6121408
>with all I have? draw my sword of fire

>>6121408
>strike her with the bokken
We haven't even tried with real steel yet, the fire sword is a bit much

>>6121408
>with all I have? draw my sword of fire
She wants us to go all out

She wanted to see all that I got?

Well okay.

I threw aside my bokken and reached out a clutched hand. Scowling behind my mask as I called forth the sword, the fire flaring awake inside me, rushing through me to my palm. Black spots danced around my fingers and then, the sword erupted to life, a blade of white fire crackling in my fist.

The heat of it came off in waves, hot and warming as a camp fire.

She raised an eyebrow. "Interesting," she said, tapping her bokken against the boards of the deck. She spread her arms wide, twisting the sword around before raising it above her head in both hands.

"Strike me then, if you can."
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>roll 3 x 1d100+20 DC 85

Rolled 47 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>6121933
Wacha

Rolled 36 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>6121933
Nat 100 get.

Rolled 8 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>6121933

failed again!

>>6121943
if that had been another 1, oh boy things would have gotten interesting

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>6121945
Gimme another chance boss I can hit that nat1

I didn't want to hurt her.

But.

There was something in the way she said it, something in her mean smirk, that told me she thought I couldn't do it.

And I really, really wanted to prove her wrong.

I took my sword in both hands, and charging for her, swung.

She dipped back, and rattled my skull with a *bock* of her bokken off the dome of my skull. I swiped and she circled the flash of the blade with an amused scoff. The blow hadn't been hard but it left my brain a little fuzzy, and I turned to track her circling me. Like a leopard she circled me, each step languid, all of her relaxed, but her eyes focused on me.

Dammit. I drove at her again, slicing. A twist of her hips was all it took to keep her out of danger, and she bocked the wooden sword against the inside of my knee, tripping me up.

"Try again, little bull," she said, "It might work this time."

Growling behind my mask, I flung myself at her. There was rarely a problem I couldn't solve just by hitting it hard enough.

But its not as if she was fast in how she avoided me, if anything she seemed unhurried. A step, a tilt of her body, missing her by inches but missing her all the same.

"Powerful," she said, "But that's expected. Direct. Have you ever thought about not going direct at a problem?"

I huffed, more out of breath than she was. Shook my head. "Not really."

"Hmm, qualities to admire in a man," she said with an amused grin.

"Are you going to teach me, Sensei, or just talk?" I snapped, sweat pouring down my face.

I let loose a flurry of cuts, driving her back. She grinned as she ducked and weaved around them, then brought me up short when the tip of her bokken touched me on the chest. Sweat dripped down her cheek.

"Pay attention, and the lesson will reveal itself," she said. Then reaching up, zipped down her white motorcycle jacket. Beneath it she wore only a black leather bikini top.

She let the jacket drop down behind her on the deck. She ran her fingers over her sweat glazed her shoulders, down the dappled slopes of her breasts. If this was meant to be distracting, it was. I blushed beneath my mask, swallowing hard.

"The heat of your sword, its a little much," she said. She lowered the tip of her sword. "I've seen enough, little bull. Now if you truly want to learn, put the sword away and pick up your bokken."

>let the sword fade and start the proper lesson
>no, not until I at least land a hit on her!

>>6121959
>let the sword fade and start the proper lesson

>>6121959
>let the sword fade and start the proper lesson
If we wanna land a hit let's not do it with the hand remover

>>6121959
>let the sword fade and start the proper lesson

>>6121959
>Write In
Keep the light sword and then pick up the bokken in the other hand

>>6121982
>>6122020
>>6122068
writing it up

I let the sword die in my hand, and picked up the bokken.

"Good," she said, "Now take an even stance. That's good! Attacking is the easy part, defending is the trick. Now, do as I do."

She took me through the sword forms. After months of boxing training and BJJ, the monotony of sword drills was no different. It's the part no one liked to admit, most training was pretty boring. Repeating the same thing over and over until you had it down pat, then stress testing it in sparring. Everyone wanted to spar, no one wanted to train.

Basketball too. Most people didn't want to do the work.

That's where discipline came in. If I'd learned one thing since becoming Hotspur, it was discipline. Turned out when it was the difference between life and death, it made the boring parts easier to stomach.

Anyway, we kept at it for an hour, my sensei strutting around me, checking my form. Sometimes grabbing me to make sure it was right.

"Wouldn't want that head of yours chopped off, would we?" she said.

Considering the trouble I'd made for her boyfriend and their gang, I'm not sure if she was being sarcastic or not.

By the time we were done I was tired, but my sensei seemed pleased, her bokken resting behind her shoulders.

"There's only so much I can teach you alone," she said, "And I find its best beginners learn in pairs. I learned the sword alongside my brother, we honed our skills against each other. Steel sharpens steel. Next lesson, bring a training partner and your lessons can truly begin."

A training partner? I had no idea who to even ask. But she was deadly serious on the subject.

"You'll learn faster with someone to set yourself against," she said, "Choose wisely."
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>write in a training partner for Hotspur

>>6122485
Thunderchild

>>6122485
>write in a training partner for Hotspur: The Salamander

Maybe we can rope in the Salamander, her pyrokinesis abilities might let us use our sword of fire without risk of a sparing fatality.

She once challenged us to a fight just for fun, so imagine she would be willing to spar sword fighting against us.

>>6122485

Some interesting choices here. I think Misfit could benefit from a bit of swordsmanship, maybe replace the pipe with a sword.

The Red Wizard/James Green since it might be good to spend more time with him, maybe he can help draw out the sword and memories and other swordfu meditation stuff. Maybe Eric could learn a few things about magic that he could incorporate into it. James could also do with some exercise.

Baby Girl did help rescue Thunderchild with Eric so that is a pretty solid little continuation. Plus *teleports behind and stabs you* is very anime.

Salamander being a seven foot tall fire chick does sound pretty hot.

>>6122485
>>6122519
+1
I miss the giant beast

>>6122544
>>6122519
I'm not saying 'no' but I'm just pointing out you'll be upskilling a violent sociopathic Mafia capo if you pick her

>>6122519
yeah sorry this is such a bad idea. just because she had some kind of a code doesn't mean she isn't a villain

>>6122555
You're right, you didn't say no

>>6122560
Baby doll herself is a villain, being a killer for hire. Frankly we have gained stronger enemies to worry about than the mafia. (If anything the mafia might prevent the Haitian from taking over the Chicago underground.)

Our main long term threat's are the Druj, Ixon corp, and Black site parahuman experimenters like Dr McMichael.

>>6122609
We could also gain an actual ally with sword training to help us deal with those threats with instead of an enemy who's gonna use the sword to do a bunch of sadistic shit

>>6122609
And now Eric is openly working with the Outfit? I'm struggling to see how inviting Salamander would be justified in-character

>>6122643
He finds tall women (Ivy), and killer women (Priscilla Takanawa) unspeakably attractive. The more tragic the better. I jest, but I wouldnt be surprised if he had some hots for her. Any chance Salamander is asian too?

>>6122652
>Any chance Salamander is asian too?
Italian, 100%

leaving this vote open for longer because its a potentially very important one and I want every timezone to get a chance to weigh in on it

>>6122657
Gods grace a seven foot italian mob woman with fire powers. The passion within would surely shatter Hotspurs hips if he didn't have some regeneration and strength. I vote Thunderchild, for now.

Would be fun to invite Priscilla Takanawa and see if Baby Girl tries to kill her for being a weird super powered ninja tho.

>>6122485
>write in a training partner for Hotspur
I'm between Misfit and Priscilla honestly, but I feel the last one is just going to try and kill Baby Girl, after all, we already know she hunts criminals so yeah

I'm doubting on Thunderchild, because on one hand I don't feel (or remember if) we spent time with him or got to know him, and plus him following the Magneto equivalent, is just going to fuck us over when we eventually clash again, and he will be an even stronger and highly dangerous weapon for the guy

IDK, maybe there could be another hero friend that we could get... What about Pratfall?!?!?! THINK ABOUT IT, her power is taking the kinetic force of punches that she receives and launch it back. She could be tanking hits, slashing the enemy, and when she wants to end the fight, just putting the equivalent of a truck going at full speed behind her sword and have an awesome anime like scene with the enemy cut in half and a powerful wind blowing before there's just a huge splash of blood everywhere

I've also been thinking of inviting one of our girlfriends, but this is just mixing our hero lives leagues over what we should do, and we've already crossed that point with them and a bunch of people knowing what we do

>>6122485
>Misfit

>>6122661
>>6122485
Changing from thunder to
>Misfit

>>6122485
I can't really think of any really less known but better fitting than Misfit as a sparring partner. She's the only ally of Hotspur that I actually remember using a melee weapon, everyone else either uses powers or doesn't fight at all.

>Salamander
We can actually train our fire sword on salamander we cant do that with other people.

>>6122485
>Misfit
She's our ride or die
Whoever's voting for Salamander needs to do some serious self-reflection

>>6122485

>Misfit

Thunderchild was an interesting choice (so was Salamander), but it looks like most people would rather go with someone more familiar.

Misfit it is!

Sorry I've been sick today and finding the energy to write just isn't happening

I'll have the update tomorrow

>>6123355
Get well soon qm, it's hard to get energy or motivation when your feeling under the weather.

>>6123258
I did want to throw around any accusations. Normally you only have 3~5 voters every vote.

This time you have 8, and of the 4 people who voted for misfit only ONE wasn't a 1pbtid.

>>6123041
>>6123037
>>6122804
These votes are likely filthy dirty disgusting RIGGERS.

I feel that you should either roll a 1d3 between thunderchild ,Salamander and Misfit or exclude the 1 posts from this count.

>>6122911
This is me voting for Misfit so even discounting 1 post IDs, the vote would be tied between Misfit and Salamander and I doubt the latter would win.

>>6123594
So I disagree with leaving it to a roll.

I didn't wanted to comment on it but honestly those who voted for Salamander are thinking with their dicks, because there's no valid reason for Eric to tell her to train.

Like what are you going to do? Try to reform her because we're sparring partners? She's just going to be blasting fire slashes with her sword and no doubt get happy to find another way to kill people with some bullshit ninja training, and that if we're getting only normal ninja training and not that weird ninja stuff that her clan trained her.

Like, it's a really, REALLY retarded option

>>6123594
There's not usually such idiotic votes gaining traction and motivating lurkers to vote against it.

>>6123613
>>6123595
Any person who isn't a boomer can easily change his ip address and then post twice with it. If your a single issue bandwagon voter who shows up near the end of a vote. For that specific vote only, your indistinguishable from a 1pbtid same fag.

>>6123562
>Get well soon qm, it's hard to get energy or motivation when your feeling under the weather.
thanks, this chest infection is pretty bad. I don't know when the next update would be.

>>6123594
I don't really appreciate accusations of samefagging, and the voting window for this option was also much longer than usual because I wanted as many people as possible to have their say.

>>6123612
The appearance of the Druj changes a lot of priorities
Whatever her flaws (and I don’t remember wanton murder being one, she spared us at least once after kicking our ass), she lives on earth and will not want it destroyed like the other billions the Druj got to.

>>6124261
True, but I doubt just telling her "Yeah there's this space void demon dragon who corrupt people and wanna destroy our planet" is going to sway her, and those Druj agents just work for him because they're deceived and doesn't know it's objective until is upon them (Or that's my guest, because there's not really that explanation on why the Axiom guy sees normal that he's creating literal flesh demons. My guest is that he's just some prideful mf with money who can pull of all this just with that, and wanna be remembered as some hero for humanity)

>>6124303
Convince her of what? She’s already not a friend to the Druj or anyone aligned with them

>>6124638
Not that anon, but I'd suppose convince her that Hotspur isn't insane when he tells her about the voices of a space prince and princess in his head want him to save the world from evil. The super community isn't exactly a bastion of mental stability one way or the other.

Then if she does believe him what exactly is supposed to be done? Eric knows nothing about the actual tasks that will allow him to hunt the druj or expose them. There won't be any change to her behavior without actual directions.

Does this revelation change how she would interact with people? She still wants to make a lucrative living and have the power of organized crime. Infact she can justify that having the power of organized crime would make it easier to kill Druj if they can go around masquerading as people or just to find places where bad shit happens while conveniently expanding turf.

>>6124638
I'm >>6124303 and >>6124649 is pretty much right about what I was trying to say. Is the same reason why I was doubting about calling Thunderchild to train with us, because we haven't spend that much time to know him to fully trust someone who could be not only an enemy but a real rival for us in the future.

The only reason Salamander didn't killed us on the first thread was because Luis was there with a Shotgun, and we haven't got another 1v1 against her again (If I remember correctly, the last one we fought against her was in the sting against all the crime lords). If we had some other opportunities where we had to either fight or cooperate with her, I would vote for her too, but we havent. She's not like Foxtrot (idk if that's how you write her name) which Eric met more than a couple of times, and not only that, was a valuable ally on our infiltration in the Humanity First kids camp, one which if we're lucky, she's going to give us some of the pictures and evidences that she got on her spy mission that we could use with Ms Grant. If we, for random chance, meet again with Salamander I'm sure she's going to tear our head off unless she's desperate for some control and wanna strike a deal with us and take power off of the Haitian in our area, but i'm just spitballing with a lot of "what ifs"

>>6124649
>>6124819
Maybe as distasteful as Salamander’s criminal ways are, they are nigh infinitely preferable to the Druj killing everyone we love. And everyone we like. And everyone we know. And everyone, period.

I bowed to my sensei and thanked her for the lesson, then thought about her question for the long trip home.

A few names sprang to mind. I considered Thunderchild. The two of us had butted heads in the past but he was a hero through and through. Still though, I didn't quite vibe with it. Even Salamander popped into my head. If I wanted a rival that could really push me, the seven foot Italian mafioso was more than formidable enough.

But then my thoughts turned to who I could really trust, and there really was only one choice.

Misfit.

We'd been through hell together, there was no one I trusted more, and if I had to be honest she was pretty much my best friend. If there was one person I'd be honored to learn beside, who would really drive me to train harder, it was her. She was rough and tumble but had a good heart, and might benefit from the discipline of some serious training.

It had to be her. And when the Druj came I knew she'd be one of the few who'd be standing beside me ready to face them.

I was getting home late. Like, late-late, and it occurred to me my life was getting way too full for everything I needed to do.

I needed to make some sacrifices if I was going to achieve everything I needed to achieve. There was no question about dropping out of school, that wasn't going to happen, but I needed to drop one of my extra-curricular activities if I wanted to find enough hours in the week to live a life.

>drop basketball
>drop boxing
>drop BJJ

>>6124900
>drop BJJ
Oof

>>6124900
>drop basketball

>>6124900
>drop BJJ
The other two are just too central to Eric.

On the one hand giving up on BJJ so he can have basketball and perhaps get a sports scholarship one day. On the other hand basketball isn't really helping with fighting is it.

>>6124900
>drop BJJ