But first, VOTES! And, due to a TIE Between what we should search as a secondary target, I decided to go with what brought us here in the first place. Spoiler: Winning Votes
So, HERE WE GO!
As you found yourself once more on the Entertainment floor, you managed to fight back a flinch as you looked at the scene of destruction around you. Frankly, it was a wonder that the lights were even still on, with the floor looking like a tornado went through it, before being followed up by a fire, and then washed out by a flash flood, if the water damage on the caret had anything to say.
But you couldn't stay in one spot for long, not with how things were going now. While the fight on the floor above you was going well for the two monks was going well as you left, there was no guarantee that it would stay like that for long. Your ribs could personally attest to that. So, you quickly moved away from where you landed, bee-lining it for a set of stairs located at the far end of the hall, thankfully untouched, that would lead you down to the dance floor, still flooded with people as if the ongoing fight and damages had never happened. If there was anywhere you were going to find the other monks for help, it was there. Plus, who knows, maybe you would luck into the Wu. It was a long shot, but if it happened, you could book it from this crazy town.
So, once again you entered into the throng of people dancing, jiving, and grinding against each other to music you could barely hear over. Spoiler: The Pumpin' Music! Choose your Favorite
Some of them sounded familiar to your ears, but as they mixed together, vocals and instruments mixing together in a way that should NOT be possible.
Thankfully, you wouldn't have to be here for too long, as after around ten minutes of searching, (and seven attempts of flirting, before being shot down/losing interest) you had finally found Kimiko, who was dancing up a storm of her own, doing things like splits, back flips, cartwheels, and a one point, even another girl who was flying every which way with a giant grin.
In any other case, you would have watched with glee, and a few other emotions, as she danced the night away, maybe even trying to join her, but at the moment, her friends were fighting an enemy you knew was sent to end your life. So, with some great hesitation, you were able to get Kimiko's attention over the blaring music.
As she turned towards where she heard her name, she seemed to perk up a bit at spotting your familiar features, but began frowning when she actually took in your appearance.
Though you felt like a million bucks at the moment, you knew the same didn't appear for your wardrobe. With your pants missing large patches of material from all your skidding, your undershirt being less of a piece of sloth and more of a few stitches desperately clinging together, an your coats edges looking like they just got pulled out of a wood chipper. Granted, you actually liked the look of the last thing, but combined with the rest of the marks on your clothes, it didn't paint that pretty a picture.
So, with a few kind words and excited waves to the crowd around her, Kimiko exited the 'stage' she was using, quickly filling back up with teens eager to enjoy the night.
As she approached you, her eyes trailed over your form, taking in everything. You would of made a joke about her liking what she saw, but being under her gaze just made you feel like a small child before your Mama after getting mud on your new shoes.
"Alright jack, what happened." Kimiko straight out said. Well, guess there's no point in being discreet now.
"Clay and Omi are fighting a Luchador named Kid in the Kitchens who's trying to kill me and need your help." You blurted out. Okay, you were willing to admit that working under the pressure of potential death was not your strong suit. Nor was talking to pretty girls, much less ones you had 'flirted' with before. So, this was really a confrontation just begging to happen.
As you continued trying to justify the reason for your sudden brain blast, the words slowly unfolded in Kimiko's mind.
"Wait, WHAT!"
Her shout drew you back to the real world just in time to have her grab your coats collar and dragging you down to face level.
"Did you just say. A MASKED WRESTLER. Is fighting my friends right now? IN THAILAND?" Kimiko gritted out.
You gulped, and managed to stutter out a response.
"U-Uh.. Yes?"
It seems that was enough as you were flung back up a bit, nearly causing you to fall over, but thankfully was kept on sturdy feet by the wall of people around you.
It also allowed you to see Kimiko angrily marching ahead, causing you to quickly follow after her as soon as you could, not wanting to lose sight of her again. From the distance, however, you could not see what she was mumbling to herself, only that she was. You decided not to poke that sleeping tiger, and merely followed behind, carefully taking note of anything that might be the Eye of Dashi.
So, when you saw Kimiko stop flat in the middle of her anger filled trot, you turned your eyes to where she was looking, and a adopted your own deadpan look (as well as a little bit of envy hidden in your eyes)
They had spotted Raimundo. But where was he, you may ask? Sitting sprawled out on a U-shaped red lounge-esce area couch surrounded by at least 4 different girls, each with hair a different color of the rainbow, and not just a little well built.
As a person who would agree to the description of 'unlucky with women' you wondered where the justice of the world was at that moment. Thankfully, that was fully answered, in the form of an even angrier Kimiko.
"RAIMUNDO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WE'RE HERE FOR A PURPOSE, NOT...THAT!" Kimiko yelled at him, hitting him with one of the conveniently located couch cushions surrounding him.
As he huddled for safety, the girls around him fled back into the party, and you felt all was right with world, even as you too in his responses.
"Ow! Wait...It wasn't..Ow..Stop that...What it looked...Damn it... Like, QUIT IT!" Raimundo tried to say before having enough and ripping the pillow that was repeatedly hitting him from Kimiko's hands.
"I was looking for any information about the Wu!" Raimundo cried, trying to get Kimiko to put down the couch she was then lifting to beat him with.
That stalled her for a moment, allowing her grip to slacken for a moment before looking over to him skeptically.
"Oh yeah? And HOW were you doing that?" Kimiko asked sarcastically, obviously not believing him.
"I heard them talking about this cool new piece of 'Jewelry' that the Owner of this place had been seen with recently, and I decided to get some info on it. And wouldn't ya know it, it's a massive ruby necklace, just like the Wu. THAT'S HOW." Raimundo finished smugly as he watched Kimiko deflate at having nothing to argue against that.
And certainly, you could say the same. It was a plan based on luck and good looks, which Raimundo apparently had in spades, that relied on it to work, but what do you know, it did. You would have to remember that if you were ever searching for general information again.
"Well, it looks like I'm no longer needed here, how about I just go on my way..." As you tried to slip away with this new information, you felt a hand grab your wrist, and looked back to see Kimiko holding on with a stern look on her face.
"Oh no, Mister. You're leading us to the fight. And don't even THINK of trying to escape and look for the Wu." She finished as she turned around and, grabbing Raimundo by his own wrist, began leading the two of you like a pair of misbehaving children. As you and he shared a look of resignation, you only had one thought in your head.
'I hope I don't die like this."
END OF CHAPTER!
CHOICE!: CHOOSE TWO BELOW: ONE For ACTION CHOICE, ONE FOR PREPARATION DUE TO THIRD-ARM SASH
Preparation Choices:
[] Tense Muscles: Take less Damage for two attacks
[] Forewarn: Warn your Allies of Kid's Wu
[]Gather Supplies: Gather materials from one of the Floors you pass, to use or hold. Things such as Metal, Wood, Coins, ect. The more specific the object, the more or less likely it will be to find in bulk.
-What do you Gather?
[] Order a Drink: ?
Action Choices:
[] Stand and Fight: Join the Brawl as an Active Combatent
[] Hide and Fight: Join the Brawl as a Support Combatent
[] Tinker: Try and make something to help the Brawl
-What?
[]Write-In
END OF CHOICES
And there we go. So, what do you all think? Like it? Love it? Cause I sure do. It fills me with joy to see this Fic receive attention and comments and omakes and so much more. Thus, I have decided to post this story to Fanfiction as well. Don't worry, I won't suddenly stop updating this or anything, I've put too much work into it at this point to let it go dead, but I just want to thank you all for coming so far with me. We still have so far to go though, I look forward to seeing it with you all.
So, as a thank you, I will leave you with a little teaser that i'm sure will make for some fun thoughts and posts.
Choosing the Drinking and Tinker options together will make things VERY fun. For me especially.
So, with that, I bid you all, a good-day!