Rivalries

A/N:Alright, so... I guess this isn't canon to the eventual NeoGamer fic I'll actually write? This is more of an omake for something that doesn't exist yet.

Also, anyone have a good name for said fic? That's like, 60% of the reason I haven't started it yet.

Neo Politan

Level 15 Intimidating Gamer

STR-106
DEX-160
INT-130
WIS-128
CHA-10(+118)
LUK-60

FLAWS

Xylophone Phobia
Aversion to Cats
Aversion to Chlorine
Aversion to Cat Dander
Dinophobia
Occasional Petulance
Xenophobia
Occasionally Goes Mad With Power
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TRAITS

Nonverbal Communication Expert

Sadistic Sex Appeal

FEATS

Short Range Teleport (Flicker)

Minor Illusion

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'What is this bullshit?!' She glared at the blonde who stood at the opposite end of the hall, leaning against the wall as if she belonged there.

The bitch waved at her, as if they hadn't been trying to kill each other the week before.

'Observe'

The status window popped up, and she swore.

/

Yang Xiao-Long

Level 15 Motherly Berserker

STR-160
DEX-106
INT-90
WIS-108
CHA-30 (+125)
LUK-118

FLAWS

Bitch Please

TRAITS

Fire Affinity

Masochistic Sex Appeal

Aura Excess

Blazing Aura

Emboldened Aura

FEATS

Kinetic Transference

Aura-Enhancement

Persuade-Minor

Intimidate-Major

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'Again, what is this bullshit?! She couldn't have been more than level six last time! How'd she level up so quickly? And why're her stats so high if she only has the one flaw?'

A second status window popped up, which told her this was just another weird effect of her semblance.

Your actions during your last fight have made Yang Xiao-Long into your rival! Rivals level up at the same rate you do, and their stat totals will always be roughly equivalent or slightly higher than yours! In adition, though you will inevitably be on opposite sides of any given conflict, you and your rival will often have a relationship built on grudging respect and mutual strength! You will likely end up teaming up with your rival against a greater foe from time to time, and possibly even forming a quasi-romantic rela-

She closed the window without a second thought, and eyed the blonde. 'What does her flaw do?'

That is not a flaw. That is placeholder text!

'Well, fuck.'

Indeed!

She leaned against a wall of her own.

If she was being honest, she could admit that she saw the potential. The blonde was loud, she was mute. The blonde was a conventional beauty, tall and curvy, while she was anything but conventional, with her small frame and odd eyes.

They both had distinctive hair, though in different ways. The blonde's hair wouldn't look out of place if it weren't so damn big, while Neo's would look completely normal if she dyed it.

Their eyes were distinctive, and if Neo's eyesight wasn't failing her, the blonde seemed to be able to change her eye color as well. She was almost certain they'd been red the last time she'd seen them, but now they were violet.

She was a ruthless fighter, focusing on dodging and countering brutally. The blonde seemed to prefer taking hits and swinging back to take an enemy down.

Neo planned out her battles when she could, the blonde had a penchant for charging in.

'This isn't fair. That girl's a teenager, I was here first! I've been fighting longer than she has, why does she get to level with me? Do I get to level with her? And what the fuck does Motherly Berserker even mean? Isn't that an oxymoron?'

Technically, but she makes it work. The exact specifics of the rival system are currently unknown, so I would recommend experimentation! You are at about the right age for that, even if you did decide not to go to college, so if you were to invite her-

She closed the window again. She reflected briefly on the implications of her semblance constantly questioning her sexuality, and decided that she had no wish to follow that train of thought to it's inevitable conclusion.

She sighed as the blonde waved again. 'Rivals are bullshit.'