Perks are a nifty thing. Course, that will always be underselling it. But you gotta understand, walkin out of the water as if I were a titan striding out of it without having to break the illusion to get out of my clothes is great. I mean my gear is water/life/militaryproof and airtight with all the nifty gadgets and features built to last forever whether it'd be in space or the deepest depths, in the hottest temperatures or the coldest. I'm a certified badarse that looks the part that happens to prove the part easily.

The sand wasn't any trouble as I made my way out of the beach. Not many people were in it due to it being morning. Yet all passersby ignore me either way. Actually, what the hell is wrong with me? I stopped to take a knee and absorb as much sand into my inventory as reasonably possible before people start being annoying. There we go. I am no longer sandless, nodding in satisfaction, I headed into Tokyo city. Searching for the best place to pig out and triple, no, quadruple, ahhhhh! PENTA down on ramen.

It must be that salt that even Pakistan outlawed that makes you addicted to food making me like this. Google it, it's how these fast-food and restaurants get you hooked on their crap. No different from opium being added into it, expect even worse than whatever opium can do in food. Before the misinformation and so-called disapproval of it.

I think it was called Monosodium glutamate. Might be wrong and they found other ways to make food addictive. It is noticeable, you just must pay attention to the thing you eat. Then cook it normally to the best of your ability and see if you still want the restaurant and fast food option.

I mean it as a real-life thing like back home you freaks. You just like to watch eh?

Don't worry, I was, or rather still am one too. The difference, however, is that I am going to be gut deep in the action. Front, behind, top, and finally, all over.

Bonus points to whoever figures out the innuendos. I'll probably get some sign or straight up message in which I'll firebomb somebody or something. But not the Canadian prime minister. Why? Cause Canadians aren't real. They don't exist. What you're thinking of is bri'ish subjects waiting for America to be at its weakest with its guard down and then strike! Fallout America had the right idea to invade the northern North Americas at the time.

Damn them. Damn them and their damn sasquatch black-op teams. At least they pacified the French there.

The French are never to be trusted. Why? Well, they are descendants of the Trojans. Why do you think there are 20 ICBMs with nuclear payloads on the Statue of Liberty at any given moment?

Though there are exceptions of course, those who rise above their nature and prove themselves. Or those who do not adhere to their nature. Though we can come together and agree to screw over the bri'ish to put them in their place. Cept, SAS, Irish, and Scottish. Those guys are too kewl to be anything but the ception. Me'ah no likey wards toes mach, head hurty much.

It sucks since there wasn't no hunk-ai wo-man to appreciate with my eyes

My ludicrous speed thoughts were brought to an emergency stop, as the sand was turning to pavement. My adventure for some good ass ramen begins here. But like every cliché, a good song is needed to signify the beginning of such an adventure. Besides the need to get a flammenwerfer, along with the copious upon copious upon copious amounts of cocaine. Not heroin though, that shit's for pussies. Though I don't want to make cocaine anymore. Not ever again. But what? What would be a good one to go with?

….Hmmmmmm….

Oh! I remember now! There was a song I heard as a… doesn't matter. The point being was that if I was ever properly in Japan, I would listen to it and act in the most bizarre way possible. Sifting my coat to the side, you know what? I don't need to do it with flair this time. It's fun but should be for dramatic effect or when everyone is going to hear it. Otherwise, it loses all special meaning. Kinda like having Christmas every day.

Happy Together – The Turtles (1967)

I started with my jaunty walk into the city, being the stupidest happy go idiot foreigner this city will ever have. And the best part? No one will ever know.

Unless I started jacking off publicly. Or take a dump in the middle of the street. Either or.

But for now, I'll settle for being king of the world.

-Shift-

It was interesting going through Tokyo before its modernization. Back in the age of flip phones, when it was still kewl. It was supposed to be finished by now or something along those lines as I took in the unique sites. At least it was better than stinkin New York. No offense to New Yorkers, but your city is a capitalist piece of shit turd-hole. Why do you think DC took inspiration from it? Anyway, that's not important right now. What's important is finding a great place that can hold me from lunch well past dinner.

I intend to enjoy myself and get piss drunk, without any of the downsides from overeating or drinkin with all the benefits.

God. Christ. Spirit. Everything Good and Bad. Thank you for allowing Logan's Escape Clause.

Because honestly, honestly, I can finally let loose.

And the best part? I never have to go to the bathroom ever again.

Shame that it puts in hardcore mode, forcing me to eat and drink. I hated doing that achievement, beating the game "realistically". Thankfully I was smart enough to ignore all the dlc's (I know I know, I dishonored myself in that moment) and just go straight for the second battle of hover damn. Cause gahd damn the game really emphasizes how there are a lot of stupid people who don't know they are already beat.

But it's always funny pushing General Oliver over to his death after smack-talking him a bit.

I don't recall if there was a Wilhem scream, but it fits either way.

Ok. I'll admit, I'm just bumblim about a bit looking for that stereotypical ramen store. You know, the one as seen in Naruto? The one in the open air next to the street with half of the entry covered by drapes cut every yard or so leading into it. That's how you know it's good when it's like that. Cause I ain't seein any of them yet and I ain't desperate enough to start asking around and start leaving breadcrumbs. I could, could take off my gear and put on one of the other presets but let's face it: The other shoe hasn't dropped yet, so I ain't too keen on defanging myself anytime soon.

Though the question of where there be smoke is a question I'd like answered soon. Even as day slowly turned the dial into night, my mind just kept going forward. Guess not needing sleep is counter-intuitive to someone who has or used to have ADHD. No. I don't have autism. Screw you people and your weak arse need to clinically name everything and have it sterilized cause you're too weak to say shellshocked, old, deaf, blind, lame, retarded, and cornholing. I stopped being weak a long time ago and I ain't about to go back to it.

I am a Man. A Man who no longer is a hypocrite nor rat. And as that man I will find a damn good ramen place as is my right. If you think I am bad now, you should've seen me through the eyes of God. Masturbate, almost every day, twice or more, for years straight. It was bad to the point where I was being corrupted by it and the internet tried to convert me into that gay shit. Especially with those subliminal ads with that gay fag crap that I HATE being even in my peripheral vision.

Though Japan seems to haven't been hit by that yet. Not being hyper-fixated on gender and everything that comes with it just like the states were. It was not only ridiculous, abusive, but also cruel with how they went about it. Strange it was, for me to walk about in relatively peaceful streets without some feminist anarchist non-binary ugly bitch put a gun to my head and renouncing my faith in Christ and becoming an "it" female as I must "atone" for my skin colors sins and my gender. Course, I did what any sane, logical, reasonable, straight male would've done in that situation. I grabbed her AK-47, shoved it up her arse, and pulled full-auto. Shut that disgrace to humanity real good.

Made me feel a whole lot better after seeing democracy collapse with my own eyes as I saw the fall of America. Just as Rome did. We were repeating history, and we did nothing to stop it. All blame is equal, but not all good deeds are meaningful. It… No. Forget about it. It's done. I need to focus, I need… Ah! There it is. Not the traditional open stand ramen place but it caught my eye out of the many biohazard and human rights violations did the homely, yet refined place caught my attention.

Guess that 25 in luck makes up for it somehow. Though my money is on gambling.

Not sure it's synergy but… Aw who am I kidding. It's synergy alright. Why complicate things?

Reminds me that one time cartel members tried to hang me. Well, they did. But then they needed someone to make their cocaine. Though I got the last laugh when I decided to add mustard gas into this Spanish sausage mess these dikes were in the middle of. *menacing Mexican maracas*

I had a low opinion of Spanish speaking people due to certain experiences, but that experience just sent it straight into hostile levels I would normally reserve for Chinese and Bri'ish people that need it. Was it reasonable? No. Was it understandable? Maybe. Shouldn't I be better than that? I don't really care and having common decency along with respect for your fellow man during those times was a privilege, not a common courtesy. I took a seat and waited to be served.

Thoughts, memories, experiences, choices, beliefs, and knowledge. They all make up a Man. Unfortunately, I once more feel older than I look. And yet, once more, I am a young boy again. It's all too much for me. I was fine not having any resemblance of a childhood. I don't need another chance for it.

I'm fine. Really. I'm just fine with all these memories sticking stirring bitterness within me.

I'll get over it. I always do. If I don't, then I deal with it either way…Why the fuck am I talking to myself and what is my non-existent audience? Am I subconsciously desperate for pity? Some mercy? God I am pathetic aren't I. I am a strong arse man and I almost let myself go.

Focus man, you came here for ramen. Not a goddamn tangent for self-depreciation.

The world has plenty of negativity to go around. It's time to start looking up again.

It seemed the chef was a self-made man. Just finishing the payment to the other only customer that was just about to be on their way. Nobody important I guess if I wasn't paying attention to their gender. But it's fine when I can tell they aren't a threat to me in any way. The song ended finally as I cut it from looping again. The sound of the starting rain contrasting with the front door kitchen sizzling painted a nice, peculiar sound for me, a small semi-indoor environment that I always wanted to experience without irradiated noodles. Reminds me of my time living in the Florida Keys. Before the collapse, before the wars, before the stupidity. It feels all too strange now How I am back in a time of peace.

Not too unlike a Spanish cafeteria, just Asian instead.

"I'll be right there with you sir." The chef sounded out as he turned his attention back to his kitchen and began tidying up his workplace. It was to be expected from a competent chef, though how great his food would be is another matter, no matter how much I pitted him for his most likely small pensis. Trust me when I saw a lot of them being unfortunately small. That's why they make up for it in other ways.

No. I won't explain how I know. No. I am not gay. Yes, I have defiled corpses.

"What can I do for you sir?" The chef was a crisp middle-aged man. Salt began to pepper the typical black hair as he was beginning his graceful aging into grey fox status. Don't know why, but it reminded me of the "mingling" of my Serbia & Albania comrades. Cannot keep my attention off of them for more than 2 seconds before one of them considers it a great idea to do a ethnic cleansing of the other. Especially if there's gypsies involved for some reason only God knows. Unless there was an unfortunate German passing by. Then they would attempt to lynch that German. Why it always ends with an attempted lynching when the world was falling apart in a true globally spanning world war I will never know. Especially when they are all on the same team.

I cannot rein in my thoughts for more than 10 seconds. Crazy what hunger would do to someone as insane as me. I just wanted ramen.

"Yes, I'd like a Miso pork udon please."

"Very well sir. I will get right to it."

"Wait." He stopped before turning around "I'd like to pay now if that's fine." He paused with confusion adorning his face, before hesitantly nodding. I slipped him a 100-dollar bill "Keep the change. I'll be fine without." The Chief nodded earnestly before getting to it with a bit more pep to his step. The feeling being actually rich and seeing a positive effect from such a generous thing was making me feel slightly warm and fuzzy inside. Showing me well enough how much my sense of values changed, though I wonder if that will change me for better or worse.

"Time will tell-"

"-or maybe it won't"

"What the *BLEEP*. WHAT THE *BLEEP* CRAP IS THIS?!" Two voices spoke up besides me, scaring the living *BLEEP*. Ok. That's not cool. That's not kewl at all

"Well we certainly do not like crass language as yours."

"Speaking explicitness every time all the time gets dull real quick."

"Do you think it's at some perceived right dear sister?"

"I think he rather believes it as a divine duty dear brother."

I look at both of them real quick. Both joy and annoyance intertwined together once I confirmed who the voices belonged to. Though I wouldn't give a sigh of exasperation just yet.

Not for the Lutece Twins

"Awww. He missed us."

"A version of us most likely."

"One that was absolved?"

"I think purgatory would be more redundant."

"To describe is or isn't?"

"It is to describe what was or wasn't."

They both sat to my right side by side as they sat down. Their way of talking and behavior is soothing for me, though I hope I never bore from it. Always to be amused by it I hope.

"See? He does miss us."

"I thought it was because of younger memories from a better time?"

"It was. But it became something more with time."

"May be. Or perhaps it was due to the presentation with stellar voices and memories?"

"Ah~! But now you're being opinionated, brother."

"So? Facts are as artificial as human concepts."

"But it doesn't make it wrong if it's true."

"Fair enough. I concede on both grounds. But I still won't concede my champagne."

"Listen I would love to listen on and on with your incestuous pillow talk but how exactly are you two here? Not that I am against it or anything. Just hoping it won't cause any problems of any sort just because of your circumstances. Besides the incest of course." I couldn't help it.

"Not even far with us and already he's poking hard."

"Indeed. Quite a problem of his with such a dirty mind adorned by a careless tongue."

"To be expected no less from an American."

"Oi oi oi." I cut off the Lovely female who no doubt is violating the sanctity of my mind just like how I will violate your *BLEEP* in front of your brother if you don't stop reading my mind. The sister was blushing and fanning her face at that, while the brother just raised an eyebrow. Whether it'd be confusion or amusement it was up in the air.

"Let me guess: Being a watcher and all yet still having some needs due to being mostly, if not specially human, has easily made you a voyeur and at this point, it's not enough to satisfy anymore due to doing it all the time anytime and thus you are in need of new sexual stimulation?" The brother could only nod at that, while the sister calmed herself down from her state of surprised arousal. "And would you turn off that damn universal censor? That shit ain't *BLEEP* kewl to do out of nowhere."

They looked at each other before looking at me

"Very well. We will admit it was a bit immature of us to do so." The brother conceded.

"But you must improve your language. Every second sentence with an f-bomb loses its severity each time. It wouldn't do to have our charge be just like every hooligan out there looking for some lady of the night to satisfy his urges and get a sexual disease at the same time." She looked at me crossly.

"What are you, my nana?" This time I could tell it was a raised eyebrow of unamusement "Fine. Thank you, I'll let off the incest jokes a bit."

"Was that so hard?"

"Apparently so. Though I could do completely without the incest. It was so difficult ensuring we had little to no connection to frequency 34, even if we are exempt from 63."

"I am in agreement with you. We have had none of our other selves thankfully never partake in such actions even if it should be a mathematical certainty, it would happen one way or another."

They both paused as the Chef hands me a damn good Texas sized portion of ramen. I thanked him in his native tongue and handed him a thousand-dollar tip before preparing to dig in. But not before the male swiped his hand to the side as if pulling an invisible tablecloth and made two more ramen bowls copied and pasted from the original. I just looked at him, conveying my displeasure.

"You're going to pay the man for a job well done right? I don't care if it's from some alternative reality where he's a chick that happens to be gay with a dick for a unicorn horn on her forehead who gives it away for free. Pay the man his keep." He looked at his sister who rolled her eyes as his answer before plucking a coin out of thin air and putting it down. "Not. Eldritch. Coin. From. Non-existent. Country." I had to ground out each word in annoyance at his 5th dimensional fuckery that I made sure to purposely shout it out loud with intent so the cheap schmuck heard me. I don't care and I don't want to know what it does even if it is funny and make his life interesting. His life is already interesting enough living in this world, just don't.

He sighed at that, before a simple tilted nod of agreement before he waved his hand over it and changed it into ancient Japanese Gold from what I am amusing is the Sengoku Period. Not sure if it's a ryō or a kōshūkin but I don't think such things matter. Unless you jizz/jill all over historical currency, be my guest. I do believe it's kewl, as a… What's it called… a small-time historian for fun? Whatever it's called, I'm that. So expect me to be mostly well-learned from now on.

Satisfied, I dug into my ramen. Content that it was silent while I hear food being quietly eaten "properly" next to me. I looked just to make sure who exactly is making that damn noise eating with a damn fork. Oh would you look at that? Somebody is eating their noodles wrong! No surprise it was the brother of all things. Though his cute sister, all of a sudden sporting an adorable blush as she blew on her noodles as she held the chopsticks in such a cutesy manner.

I was eating before I remembered something "Dammit…" I mumbled. The recycling and fabrication tech along with the recycle grenade from that Prey game would be Great. It seems it has no waste other than its energy use with whatever material it could be. I checked the store real quick, my high intelligence checking the store along with dragonsbreath from inkheart. The first two attempted to break my will check but it held firm under the price of 1 billion as payment, and this is under all discount prices shaving off half of the original. Dragonsbreath can be added onto the tastes of my bottomless canteen as one of the more beneficial ones that provides a major benefit for the low low cost of 5 million to upwards of 20.

Unfortunately, I cannot buy it yet for the simple reason of as much starting capital as possible if I want the ludicrous amounts of money making me filthy rich at the end of the venture. By then the price of it will be a pittance compared to the final total of what I'd have in the end. Not to mention I really do not want to rely on the counterfeiting exploit for something I want that can only be called a monstrous price tag. Not sure if there will be a penalty or patch should I do such a thing and I rather not waste on something that will be pocket change soon enough.

I focused back on finishing my ramen before it got cold. Enjoying it thoroughly yet forcibly slower as I willed myself not to fall back on old habits as I enjoyed in respect to the chef's hard work. I'm not a damn dog who shovels it all down on damn good food. Not anymore. There are always exceptions of course, but that is not the time at the moment now is it?

After getting everything I could, I tipped it over and guzzled down the broth that I am sure can be reasonably argued that it would fit more along the lines of 'Acceptable Losses'. I heard another unladylike snort from the beautiful Lady next to me as I focused on getting the last of the broth and get to chewing the leftovers of meat and broken noodles as none would escape my grasp! Mwhahahaha! I hear another cute giggle next to me.

Keeping my thoughts to myself as I placed the bowl back down far from me before propping my head on my shoulder as I leaned on the counter as I watched for my opportunity. Just as soon as he put a bigger piece did I strike

What a beautiful woman

The brother was hacking and coughing on his meat while the sister just went atomic in her blush.

"Little BAstard. *cough*" He hit his chest a couple times clearing it up "Phrasing. And you were waiting for me, weren't you?"

"Course I was. I told you to stop listening in my thoughts."

"Well if you didn't shout them out so loud, then it wouldn't have been a problem now would it?"

His chastisement quota satisfied, Robert went back to eating his ramen "properly", slower that I might I add. Which is going to cool down faster than he can enjoy it with the rate he's going at it.

"Do y-you mean it?" My attention was back to the lovely woman Rosalind who I took a quick but unfortunate once over to appreciate and confirm what I knew she was more beautiful in person. Even more so than her canon self due to her body having a slight touch up with a more generous helping of her… Uh, womanly assets making her into a bonafide shortstack, even still dressed in her 1910's Edwardian dress. She of course went redder and redder with every thought upon her as there was nothing but honesty as she was definitely rocking her look.

"Course I mean it. Why wouldn't I?" I shook my head at her naivety. Surely she has heard worse being directed at her. "Ah~. You don't really have… Experience with straightforward people don'tcha?" She looked away embarrassed at that. Cutely of course. "I'd be what you bri'ish people call 'daft' if I was blind enough not to notice." She squirmed at the attention. Heh, makes me want to see how she will react to being teased.

She slapped my shoulder in response. Ok now I really want to tease her

"Courting my sister is nice and all, but it seems one of your old adversaries has arrived." He gestured with his fork to the TV I ignored earlier, as it showed a huge plume of smoke leading high into the sky originating from a single figure walking on a major road. The soon-to-be-departed male reporter. So I guess that both genders are afflicted with a neurotic disease of survivors disinclination.

I got a slap on the shoulder for that one

"I'm here reporting today here at Morika-" The camera blurs before settling showing the major road bit more clearly, showing me exactly who I expected to be "-as you can see, a unknown parahuman has overtaken route 4 with an alarming severity of destruction with numerous human fatalities whether through the fire's started by unconfirmed reports of the trump shaker. We'll be moving in for a closer look in this exclusive report!" He gestured to the pilot, already arguing before somehow managing to override their good sense of the one who is supposed to be in control. Bringing them in closer as the cameraman zoomed in and ensured a clear resolute image. Showing my undead- was he undead?- rival.

The Man on Fire

He seemed worse than how he was before. If there was even a difference with his ugly mug. The bullets and his suit still act as the host of his body as the numerous jagged pieces warped across his body just as it was before. It didn't take long before he noticed the annoying fly and ended the broadcast prematurely with a fireball. "Ha! Did I call it or what?"

Rosalind pouted cutely, to which she blushed again and piffed/paffed my shoulder in embarrassment once more while Robert ignored me while continuing eating. Just noticed that he was the last one left eating while Rosa finished earlier. Huh. Oh well. Though I guess it is something learned…. Goddamn it.

I brought out my perk list searched in the fallout section before I found something I should've gotten straight from the beginning. Purchasing it with the last PP I saved from before killing slimy-boi. Bringing it to a nice 20.

Lessons Learned:

Your experiences have taught you some hard lessons, but you've remembered them all. You gain +1% to earned experience per level gained. (For example, +25% experience at level 25.) Though how well you take to them and put them to practice is up to you.

Perk Evolution to 'illumination' Cost: 1000 PP

I was still trapped in the thinking of a level cap as this perk's effectiveness makes it a wasted perk overall. Not anymore. I could've gotten so many more levels before, but it was my mistake due to my oversight. F-f-fudge man. Rosa caught on quickly with narrowed eyes. Need to figure this whole thing out next time. Anyway, what other perks there'd be? You know what screw it, finish upgrading Aquaboy. From 7,771 to 71 bringing it just short of 97. Damn. I at least put the last one in before looking back at the list. Left with 47 left over. I can spare at least 2, 7 at the most with what there is.

I'm going to ignore that blood curling price for the perk evolution

Better Criticals:

With the Better Criticals perk, you gain a 50% damage bonus every time a critical hit is scored on an opponent.

Hopefully this is not unleashing with every action that can remotely consider an attack just by killing someone by spitting on them or flicking them. But it's still needed either way.

Though it would be hilarious to kill someone by sneezing. Would give a glimpse to the idea of the authentic superman experience.

I tried looking for light steps but it seems it was one of the perks made non-existant since it was redundant due to the 'Sneak' perk from 4. Noticeably revamped as well. But it still costs 1 perk point which I really, really, really do not like what that suggests. I guess a whole variety of realism is to be considered, which I can understand, but where is the underlying factor?

Sneak:

Become whisper, become shadow. You are 25% harder to detect while sneaking.

Rank 2:

You are now 50% harder to detect while sneaking, and no longer any conventional traps, triggers, alarms, etc. Can still be fooled and/or triggered if not aware or willingly trigger it is depending on circumstances. Must find means against all other forms of traps such as magical, anomalous, etc. Can now be utilized effectively in public and urban spaces.

Rank 3:

You are now 75% harder to detect while sneaking, and running no longer adversely affects stealth. Engaging stealth causes distant enemies to lose you depending on circumstances.

Perk Evolution to 'White Shadow' Cost: 500 PP

Still, I love the stealth build and I am already leaning into it, might as well commit to it since it will be my saving grace. I know I said I would not spend any more than 7, but I can't help it. No, it isn't out of fear. More like a gamers completists desire.

Plus, Shinobi and Assassin's are kewl. Not sure if there is perks for pirates though.

Shinobi:

Trained as a shadow warrior, this perk grants you the power of the fabled shadow warriors. When attacking in stealth or in cliché cases, you gain a +15% critical chance on all Melee and Unarmed attacks with a 2.5x normal damage increase and your ranged attacks do 2x more damage. Additionally, Sneak attack criticals do 25% more damage than normal.

Rank 2:

When attacking in stealth or in cliché cases, you gain a +25% critical chance on all Melee and Unarmed attacks with a 5x normal damage increase and your ranged attacks do 3x more damage. Additionally, Sneak attack criticals do 50% more damage than normal.

Rank 3:

When attacking in stealth or in cliché cases, you gain a +35% critical chance on all Melee and Unarmed attacks with a 10x normal damage increase and your ranged attacks do 4x more damage. Additionally, Sneak attack criticals do 100% more damage than normal.

Rank 4:

When attacking in stealth or in cliché cases, you gain a +40% critical chance on all Melee and Unarmed attacks with a 10x normal damage increase and your ranged attacks do 4x more damage that all matches with the skill to show completely and efficiently. Additionally, Sneak attack criticals do 100% more damage than normal. Running no longer factors into a successful sneak attempt but does not eliminate other factors such as vibrations, sound, motion etc. Can be made up through gear, perks, abilities, etc.

Perk Evolution to 'Shinobi STELF' Cost: 500 PP

Down to 36. I don't know why but I feel dirty about it. Eh, I can spend one more.

Stonewall:

You gain +10% Damage Threshold against all Melee Weapons and Unarmed attacks and cannot be knocked down in combat or in situations where you would've been knocked down unless your stats and skills failed to overcome your opponent's or circumstances dictate you cannot have been able to refuse being knocked down such as low skill, stat, gear, environment, etc.

Perk Evolution to 'StoneWall Jackson' Cost: 50 PP

Not sure how a perk evolving into a Confederate general is a good thing but ok.

I think I would be more worried if it was an Asian Version of the Confederate General.

Will the REAL Robert E. Lee please stand up?

Damn how I wished to see more of that alternative history crap. It was a real hoot mixed with memes. Though I have never seen what it would look like if the Roman Empire survived to modern day and went to war against The Japanese Empire. That would be the stuff of legends. Or Vikings against Spartans, Apache vs Spartans, or Zulu against Spartans.

A lot of it just stems from the idea of going against the Spartans. My ideas of course.

Focus! Come on focus! That is all I can do for now. I think I am satisfied with that selection. So I left that moment and came back. Actually, would they be liaison as gamemaster?

"You would be correct in that regard." Rosalind brightened up at that

"But it falls short in every other." Robert apathetically answered as he drank from a coffee mug

Not gonna fall for that one

Rosa's smile became more pronounced while Rob scowled as he passed over a bottle of champagne on her waiting hand before she vanished it within her coat.

"You bet on me?"

"Course we did-"

"-Gets terribly boring-"

"-Quickly enough-"

"-When your everywhere-"

"-Whenever you please."

I just looked at them both. The behaviors are updated which I assume it's fair to say the both of them are similar to me in varying degrees of insanity- " *grumble* *giggle*" -but I quite like this change of pace. There's no experiment to be had so they are more free to be more expressive?

"Told you he'd figure it out brother."

"Must be that intelligence of his sucking all the fun sister."

"So not that I don't like hearing it but I want to ask before I forget: what was the bet?" I cut in

Rob- "That's Robert mind you. I don't know you long enough and if my sister allows you to give her a nickname that's her choice. And as for the bet." He gestures at me with his stark white mug

"Fresh from a version of Brazil somewhere around the 1840's. A blend I quite enjoy quite frankly as it is rare to find this exact blend done in this exact way amongst the infinity. I find it quite comforting to me. And to finally answer your question, I bet a 1839 Veuve Clicquot that you would ask a redundant question for asking something as simple as an inexplicable action shown without any rhyme, reason, or rabel."

"While I bet in the opposite direction." Rose caught my attention again, causing her to have a light dusting on her cheeks but was able to hold her ground "That you would recognize that and instead hold yourself from asking. Thank you for proving me right love." It was nice, proving a lovely lady right.

Even if I was undeserving of her attention

"So can you help me with my quest? I already left the country long ago and it hasn't resolved itself for some odd reason."

"Rosaaaaaaaa~. Could you be a dear~ and find out what is the problem with your boyfriend?" Robert teased to which he was given a swift swat to the head causing him to spill some of his coffee. "Dammit woman, you're making me spill it."

"Fitting for a man to blame his problems when it in fact stems from the missing chromosome it originated from." Rosa coldly responded as I laughed at that.

She turned to me and fell back to old habits while beginning to manipulate something I could not perceive with both hands. "There we go. And~ done."

WU-BANG-OW IN CHINATOWN

Quest Completed

"Thank you Rosalind. Would not know how I would solved that without you." She preened under the praise. Not too unlike a schoolgirl would act in front of her crush. Damn you anime for corrupting me with these highschool cliché's and porn. I don't really think I will tire of that smile.

She received an airbrush of light pink to dust her cheeks once more.

"Hold on. I just thought of something…" She could only made herself cuter with that head tilt before she snapped back on straight with an annoyed huff

"Lickety, lemony, lemon drops."

Rober just looked over from the newspaper he was reading. "Do you mean the candy or the cocktail?"

I looked at him strangely "There's a cocktail?"

"Yes. Vodka based cocktail made with a triple sec and some lemon juice. Mistakenly seen as an off-shoot of the vodka martini but is actually a lot closer to the White Lady."

Rosa could only look at him strangely to which he reacted appropriately with a snort

"I have a life too, you know. I like to do things in my own spare time." She said nothing but gave eyes that promised quite a word to him later.

"Huh. Figured you were more of a White Russian kinda guy." He looked at me with… eyes? I don't know if it was respect in them or some kind of sizing up- "It was respect yes."

"*Sigh*" This is going to take a while.

"Anyway. I bid you two bri'ish a wonderful day and I'll see you soon. Thank you again Rosa and go easy on the coffee Robert." I said as I left anothwe 1K$ tip on the table, noticing two more Sengoku coins on the table next to the first.

"Yes yes. I didn't forget. Also, you do realize we aren't citizens of that debased word of the British country that you keep misspelling or any other nationality for that matter."

"Don't care." I said as I walked out backwards "It's not convenient to my narrative."

"Ah yes. How very…American of you."

"You know it!" Finger gunning him with my hands as he looks back to his newspaper. I tipped my imaginary cowboy hat that I will need to rectify soon to the lovely lady "My lady." She reciprocated with a smile and a small curtsy of her dress.

"And-oh! Look out for Richard. He's become something… More I guess would be an apt way about it. Though always keep in mind he's on your side and will never do anything against you. Ever." Rosa said. And with that, they were there one moment and then they weren't. No transition whatsoever to signify however they left.

Time to head home with the perfect song

Cheeseburger - Commin' Home