>>561797516:23 PM
His name was Shinon Watanabe and he does not exist. It was a mistake to do the taxi side-gig, ever since Shinon bought a limousine for dirt cheap from Bob the Troll, the newest member of PR's ever expanding redundant team.
"Buddy, you look like the guy who'd enjoy a ride. Can you keep a secret?"
>"Of course.""I've uh... done something pretty illegal in that limo, smoked a bunch of monster crack in my spare time. Yes, yes, don't tell anyone and i'll let you buy it for practically nothing - I want it gone!"
That limo took weeks to fully clean, sanitise and replace the abnormally stained leather - but it was a good investment either way. If the weather was good, he'd finish work and do a side gig involving the limo. He took people wherever they wanted at a hefty cost, but no customer had any complaint... until now.
Those three have been checking him out for almost a week, buying rides here and there. One day, they even took a middle aged man with a shifty appearance, refusing to do anything but silently stare at me and take notes.
>"I-I see. One moment please, I need to use my inhaler..."A lie, Shinon was reaching for his esper headpiece that was tucked away in the silver briefcase. He knew that the unknown piece of technology that wrapped around his forehead could reduce said abilities... but it also had the property of intensifying them.
"No, I'm afraid you won't do that." One of the men in black reached for an item in his pocket, showing the clear shape of a pistol.*
Shinon Watanabe's eyes widened, now fully understanding what was going on. They still remembered him, not just that... these people wanted to snatch this poor salary man away. Small droplets of sweat formed on Shinon's soon-to-be pale face, both hands turning into fists as he-
"Hey Klutz, I'll help you for a meal!"
Four heads turned, then Shinon turned back to the men-in-black. In the blink of an eye, the young girl appeared right next to one of the creeps and nailed a punch in his throat as the others scrambled for whatever they had to fight back.
"Piece of fuck..." The throat punched goon wheezed before falling on the ground, clutching his painful neck
Unexpectedly, the salary man raised his silver briefcase and made a wide swing for one of the men-in-black's heads. He sounded... desperate, like a cornered animal - it was a surprise that he didn't drop dead right there.
>roll a 1d100 for Shinon's Physical, best of 3!>2/3 Men In Black remain standing, but shocked! 