>>15502003"Misfits." he simply says, while wiping his forehead of accumulating sweat. Its vagueness is easily enough to stump you in the act, "Misfits...?"
The Black Belt nods, "Yup! Just recently I've gotten official-unofficial-superficial word that a group of hoodlums who dislike our fancy old-time, superior classical music, are planning to boycott the ball and completely and utterly ruin it! As a dignified Black Belt who honors his family, I can't live with my name being tarnished...tarnished by a group of hooligan thugs!"
He wipes his watery eyes, "Parfum Palace is DOOMED, I tell you! DOOOOOMED-"
Miss' eyes light up at the sound of that word, it rings familiarity, "Wait. Excuse me for interrupting but, did you say Parfum? As in Parfum Palace? The place with the gall to let rich people in and flaunt their wealth while discriminating against the poor?"
"The exact same! I fear no good can come out of this unless someone does something about it, and fast. If only, if only we still had the legendary beside us!"
A) "We'll help you, but we'll need something in return to y'know, give us incentive."
B) "Legendary?"
C) "Say no more, we're on the case! Don't bother paying us back, just
pay it forward!"
