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Chanel didn't heed Trevor's warnings, and instead opted to bolt. If there was a crazy tiger-thing breaking into the candy shop, guess where Chanel wanted to be? Anywhere but the candy shop! Running and screaming, her purse in her grip, Chanel made her way to the back door. She threw open the shop's back door, running out into the alleyway. She didn't even have the words to describe how much this place sucked. Not to mention that Trevor was probably dead now, that's one less meatbag to hide behind...
Chanel peeked out into the street. As she hoped, she saw nothing. Just some old stores, newspapers rolling in the wind, that sort of thing.
Then she turned her head.
On the other side of the street was a hulking figure. A muscular man with a white, pyramid-helmet covering his face. Chanel screamed, which of course got the entity's attention.
"Wait!" Chanel immediately blurted out. "Wait, just- just wait!"
The figure didn't seem to react beyond turning his head towards her. Otherwise, he stood motionless.
"Listen... I don't deserve this." Chanel whined. "I have done nothing wrong in like, a week or two, okay? I have literally been such a perfect little angel-"
Angel? Is that was she was...? 'Literally', too? There was little room for doubt. The helmeted man stirred, dragging his weapon towards Chanel.
"Ok, buddy!" Chanel snapped. "We're doing this the hard way. I'll have you know that I've been practicing with these!"
Chanel opened her purse, ripping out anything she felt she may need. Eventually, she found her nunchaku.
Chanel peeked out into the street. As she hoped, she saw nothing. Just some old stores, newspapers rolling in the wind, that sort of thing.
Then she turned her head.
On the other side of the street was a hulking figure. A muscular man with a white, pyramid-helmet covering his face. Chanel screamed, which of course got the entity's attention.
"Wait!" Chanel immediately blurted out. "Wait, just- just wait!"
The figure didn't seem to react beyond turning his head towards her. Otherwise, he stood motionless.
"Listen... I don't deserve this." Chanel whined. "I have done nothing wrong in like, a week or two, okay? I have literally been such a perfect little angel-"
Angel? Is that was she was...? 'Literally', too? There was little room for doubt. The helmeted man stirred, dragging his weapon towards Chanel.
"Ok, buddy!" Chanel snapped. "We're doing this the hard way. I'll have you know that I've been practicing with these!"
Chanel opened her purse, ripping out anything she felt she may need. Eventually, she found her nunchaku.
CHANEL OBERLIN
VERSUS
THE WHITE HUNTER
- Both 9-C (Baseline)
- Chanel has her optional equipment
- Starting distance is 10 meters
- Both In-Character
- The above story doesn't exactly influence the match itself
Enacting his one and only mission, the White Hunter steps forward:
"This is like, sooo not cool!":
