https://youtu.be/OfPW88vQMEQWhen there’s an incident, usually it’s forgotten about. No matter how much importance an involved party places on the events of their life, unaffected bystanders will only make superficial acknowledgments if they bother to react at all. An incident is something to be dealt with by those involved, and those who aren’t involved don’t get involved. A wrong can be committed, but those involved either make things right or learn to live with the consequences. This is accepted as part of the status quo, and this acceptance fosters indifference.
But sometimes, an incident drags the uninvolved into it because some incidents grow and grow, never dying. A Cancer that clings onto those who wish to be free of the pit, and pulls them down so there is no escape. A particular incident has managed to get its hooks on several high-profile persons, enough that the top brass has given you the assignment of looking into it and sorting it all out, and you’re fresh out of lemon butter.
By the way, as of this moment, you’re Inspector Momiji Hi-Fumi, Agent of InterPLE. Your personal history is insignificant, and the only reminiscing you care to get into is getting the dirty details of this case out of one Son Peppa, a figure seemingly at the center of it all. Having saved the world a few times, Peppa doesn’t seem the type to do wrong. And having wrestled an entire world before, she also doesn’t seem the type to let others get her down. But those are assumptions. You need the Truth.
You arrive at a speakeasy called “Ruban Rouge,” which is way seedier a joint than one would expect to meet a sprout like Peppa in. The door opens, and a vapor pours out of the room. You wave the smog away as best you can, then enter the building once the atmosphere equalizes. Inside, there’s an empty bar and someone playing billiards.
All girl, all monkey. She’s dressed in a red dress, keeps her hair tied up with a red-striped scrunchie, and holds a red pole within her hands. Legs that go all the way up to a human adult’s knee, as she is quite tiny. And to top it all off, puffed out cheeks so cute that even now you can barely hold yourself back from them!
The girl hits the cue ball, sending the balls rolling about in chaos. The only one that goes in a hole is the eight ball of all things, so the girl lets out a huff of defeat. “Figures.”
>A. Young lady, I'm here to question you about the incident involving Son Gohan. (Q&A)>B. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? Like, this joint is depressing.>C. Update the notes with new info (write-in)>>5953504>>5953324>>5953457Sorry for the late start, y'all, was fretting over art and such, and refining some mechanics. One of the mechanics we've had so far is
(What the PC knows and how willing they are to share it)
You've done a decent job taking notes so far, and I encourage that, which is why I'm taking the training wheels off and letting you decide your own reasoning.
