- fade to the day after; tara passed out sitting on the floor, her back facing the bed, as her phone is ringing repeatedly
- glancing at it sleepily, she sees it’s from “chris”, the guy who oversees all the homeless shelter work larissa used to do (and is also a man that is never actually seen or spoken out of half-conversations because joaks)
- annoyed, tara picks up…
Chris, for the last time,
I’m not going to help you run it.
You’ve said this before. I’m not buying it.
I’ll get over there thinking it’s an emergency,
it’s just that the cook wants help,
and then you’ll fawn over me when I do it.
You need better ideas.
Or better funding,
if you’re this desperate to get out.
so I know people are looking for me.
But then, why not just go to my place?
Everyone who hates me already knows where I live.
You know what?
If this girl’s real and you’re not lying to me,
Get her on the line.
You better not be trying some new impression—
Who do you think you are!?
Do you think you can just mess with my family,
and get away with it!?
I WANT ANSWERS, YOU HEAR ME!?
What are you…
Alright, which punk group are you?
You with the ones who stole my money last night?
DON’T TRY TO ACT LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW!
Thief! Criminal scum!
Y-you horrific disgusting BODY SNATCHER!
Body snatcher? That one’s new.
Must be some new slang I’ve missed out on.
Don’t play coy, Heartbreak!
I know what you’ve done!
You’ve been making international news!
I’ve been lookin’ for you all over this city!
I’ve had to roll through a dozen creeps,
just getting on this damn property!
AND YOU’RE GIVIN’ HER BACK!
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!
I haven’t even left this city in—
You know what?
It’ll be easier figuring this out in person.
…But first, tell Chris to stay in his office.
I’m not in the mood for him.
(Of all the days for this,)
(it’s the one where I barely slept a wink.)
(Whatever. The shelter isn’t too far from here.)
(I should probably bring something to protect myself.)
- Tara picks up her knife, a funny little ornamental dagger with a heart symbol near the hilt, before walking to the Heartbreak Shield, a homeless shelter, where a very small woman with a headband seems to be harassing an old tenant…
WHERE IS SHE!?
L-look, miss, I don’t know what to tell you!
That woman isn’t—
DON’T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!
Last Names are for Suckers
Likes: TV Shows About Cool Girls
Dislikes: Being Told to Calm Down
She’s been committing kidnappings only a week ago,
AND YOU THINK I’LL BUY HER BEING DEAD!?
You’re some piece of work, huh.
Eh? Who the hell are you?
Is your memory really that poor?
You were calling for me, weren’t you?
THE FUCK’S WITH THAT CANE!?
Hm. You must’ve been hit hard in the head,
if that’s what you’re worried about.
Well, if you need it explained to you—
I KNOW HOW WALKING CANES WORK, JACKASS!
You’re tryin’ to tell me the scary Miss Heartbreak,
is just some geek who can’t even stand up straight!?
More or less.
If I were to take a guess,
with all the bodies I see on the ground here.
You’ve been beating volunteers in this shelter,
because they were trying to protect the tenants.
Is that correct?
I’ll have you know,
this isn’t just some apartment building.
This is a home for those down on their luck.
The homeless, those who can’t live anywhere else.
These people have already suffered enough…
you’ve chosen to threaten them on top of that,
as if they were just things to push aside.
I ask you, again. Is that correct?
A-and? You don’t even know what I’m here for—
And I don’t care.
- tara’s darkened eyes light up a suspiciously scary red (which will now be denoted in italics) as she readies her blade
I’ll be making sure you take your leave, now.
A cane in one hand, a blade in the other.
Surprisingly mobile, and even with loose swings,
it seems to consistently land where it counts.
Wonder who taught her to use a knife like this, though…
The Perverted Blade
Slicing with heavy coverage, not deep cuts.
0.8x damage on both primary and special attacks,
but 1.5x chance to cause secondary effects.
- tutorial fight #2, this time in her second stance
- as tara has a high chance to cause bleeding with her default blade, this should be a pushover
Are you done yet?
Youuuuuuuuu FUCKING SCUMBAG!
You think you can get away with this!?
What, you’re gonna lie to me about your NAME next?
You took my goddamn sister, you hack!
You stole her right from her own home, you piece of—
- and then, joe suddenly interrupts
TARA, GIRL! Oh, thank god you’re here,
I didn’t know if I could run all the way to your place with this—
Eh? Who’s the little miss here?
Homeless hunter, best as I can tell.
THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME
Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter!
Tara! Listen to this!
- a radio in his shopping cart is turned on, playing the news…
…Another linked heist had occurred,
this time stealing equipment in the Tokyo Dome.
While Interpol has been stumped as to their true identity,
we can confirm them as the same international thief,
committing heists and kidnappings all over the world.
They have also released the same card & signature,
bearing the name…
Wait, she just pulled a heist all the way over there?
Joe, what is this.
I-I don’t know!
I just had my radio on while waiting for the morning rush,
And before I knew it I kept hearing her damn name all the time!
…Interpol continues to offer lucrative rewards,
for any information or witnesses that could lead to the criminal.
If one is to find anyone related to this “Larissa Heartbreak”…
A-and those punks I mentioned last night!
They kept mentioning the Interpol reward!
I don’t get it, Tara!
Why the hell is there some lady trying to impersonate—
What’s your name?
Why do you care!?
Didn’t you just say it didn’t matter, anyways?
I-it’s Ten. Okay?
It’s just Ten.
We’re going to get you patched up,
and you’re going to explain what’s happening.
- it fades out, fading back into tara’s apartment some time that evening, where newspaper clippings are scattered everywhere on her desk and bed; tara, given the context, is disassociating hard again
Germany, Russia, Egypt, Brazil…
My god, this lady’s been hitting everywhere.
Right? None of it makes sense, neither!
There’s no consistency to them, no one target!
And why do both that and the kidnappings?
What a weird choice of name, too.
Stratta ain’t that important, after all.
And I don’t think Larissa got any kinda martyr status,
before she died.
You sure she died, right?
Am I SURE!?
Kid, poor ol’ Tara girl here saw it with her own damn eyes!
Scarred for life and everything!
And think about it!
Why the hell, if you were being a secret thief,
would you just let your REAL NAME out there!?
A, uh, good point, actually.
She wouldn’t have just PICKED that name,
if there was no relation to—
- there’s a loud THUD, coming from tara slamming her fist into the desk
Tara, girl? You’re shaking pretty hard there.
P-please don’t slice me again!
I learned my lesson, I swear! No more slices needed!
Stacy Hemmings. Ring a bell to you?
Eh? Wasn’t that, eh, one of Larissa’s old pals?
Think she helped heal folk up during a riot a few years back.
Right. Formerly from Maryland, United States,
eventually moved to France to be an on-call emergency medic.
…She’s also one of the kidnapped.
H-hold on, WHAT?
Lupe Alvarez, once hired for Spanish translation.
Elenoar Von Hastings, university partner and penpal.
Shura Antonov, business ally for foreign relations.
I see old employers, former exes, research fundees…
Larissa had her hands tied in a lot of businesses.
I barely know the full context of them all,
but I know every name here,
and there’s not a single one that isn’t associated with her.
Are you saying this was intentional?
How the hell would they know all this, anyway?
Um! Miss Tara! Or, Ms. Tara, maybe!
I, uh, okay, will openly admit,
I have no idea how to approach a widow’s name like that—
Get on with it, kid!
S-sorry, right, got it! Um um um—
My sister! Dr. Emily Sho! Do you know of her?
Larissa’s general practitioner, before she died.
S-she got kidnapped too!
One of the first victims, even!
I just had to scramble from the other side of the country,
just to figure out what was going on…
You said people were looking for me?
They sure were!
Damn near thought they’d chop my head off,
when I said I knew you!
I don’t know what’s going on with the heists.
However. This faker,
beginning from the moment Larissa had died,
has been kidnapping people from her past,
people that only I could know were from her past,
and now, they’ve attached a name to their crimes,
a name that would inevitably lead to me
Hold on, Tara.
Are you saying this is some type of callout on you?
And here I was,
thinking I was finally free of being a burden.
Looks like the last comfort in my life just got wasted.
U-um. I mean I kind of realize the, uh,
severity, of your trauma, now.
I-I don’t wanna push it if this is touchy and all—
[from outside the apartment]
CAN I AT LEAST FINISH ONE TIME BEFORE BEING INTERRUPTED
At least I don’t have to go looking for them.
I’ll get the cart out!
- the two walk out front to meet a bunch of punks with weaponry, as ten limps behind…
Kid, what the hell are you doing?
You’re a broken down, bloodied wreck!
I’ve healed up enough!
Haven’t been hit in the head yet today, even!
I’ll be fine!
Ooooh, looky, looky!
Looks like our payday’s arrived, boys!
Snot-nose with the sideburns.
EH!? Who the fuck do you think yer’ insulting?
Who set you up for this?
Some big suit?
Lady, I’M supposed to be gettin’ info out of YOU!
’Sides, like hell I’ll let you know my clients, punk!
Ohhh, so someone is paying you for this gig, huh?
Wh—now hang on a sec!
You can’t just catch lil’ ol’ me off guard like that!
- fight #3, and an actual one this time:
Joe, you got supplies ready?
Medkit’s in order! I’ll heal you up in a jiffy!
Joe Palladino has joined your party!
Medic on Wheels
A simple shopcarter who can heal up allies.
…What, you don’t know what a shopcarter is?
It’s obvious! A shopcarter uses a shopcart!
Sheesh, out-of-city folk sure are weird.
At the beginning of every turn,
dig through the shopcart for goods,
with a 20% chance of finding an extra support item use.
Oh, and Ten?
What is it!?
…Try not to get yourself killed for my sake.
I don’t need another ghost hanging over me.
Ten has joined your party!
Hand-to-Hand Ball of Rage and Madness
The embodiment of endless, infinite fury,
as injected into the tiniest lesbian possible.
Tough as nails, she can withstand blows that’d
otherwise destroy men with twice her stature.
I Ain’t Ever Dyin’
Unleashing the pure, raw power of her own spite,
1.5x to DEF and SPD and 1.2x to DEX
when below half of her HP.
- three characters vs five. getting players to actually fight properly, god help them
- after victory:
I-I ain’t saying nothin’!
Oi! We don’t need her!
Bodyguard guy says he’s found a better informant!
Eh? You serious?
Well, fuck that supermarket geek, anyway!
Some manager’s pay is nothing compared to Interpol’s!
We get that thief, and we’ll be rolling in dough!
Must be referring to the manager of Super Mart.
Think we can find who they’re talking about in time?
Only one way to find out.
It’s only a few blocks south. Let’s go.
- at this point the game just lets you fuck around in little italy for a bit, and dudes will now start to fight you on the street, but before then:
Uh, hang on, Tara?
Eh, we’re not letting the kid come along, are we?
I am TWENTY THREE YEARS OLD YOU JACKASS—
S-stop callin’ me a kid!
Twenty three is like baby years to folk like me!
I call Tara girl here what I call her for a reason!
I’d say we have a common goal to work together on.
No need for us to fight?
Then you can come with.
However, a quick ground rule from now on:
As satisfying as it might feel when you’re heated,
there’s no purpose to fighting for the sake of it.
Especially if all you end up doing,
is causing more needless suffering.
If you must let off some steam,
at least try to make sure you know who to hit, okay?
I suppose you mean I should try to punch up, right?
Soooo like that dude whose phone I yanked to talk to you?
Sure, why not.
T-Tara! You can’t just say that about Chris!
Chris isn’t a pushover.
He’d be fine.
- can do some stuff, like go to a local convenience store for supplies, but other than that it’s off to ~super mart~
- in the super mart, the trio can hear a pale, skinny man in a hoodie yelling…
CHARLIE, WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU!?
Sorry, sir! Won’t happen again, sir!
Extremely Depressed Cashier / Janitor
Likes: Unions (Please, God)
Dislikes: Her Boss
YOU SAY THAT EVERY TIME!
What did I tell you!?
T-that having a seventeen hour workday,
is no excuse for a job poorly done?
in the ABSOLUTE FUCK,
DID YOU PUT THE TASTY CHEESERS,
WITH THE SPICY CHEESERS!?
Sorry, sir! Honest mistake, sir!
Is that even legal?
Probably not, but who’s going to enforce it.
I’m sorry, do they not have those here!?
Oof, poor kid doesn’t know yet.
More importantly, though,
we’ve already found the “manager” in question.
CAN’T YOU SEE I AM BUSY WITH MY EMPLOYEE HERE—
U-um, hello, Ma’am! How could I help you?
Hmph. Subtle transition.
Well, if you’re so keen on helping me…
I suppose you won’t mind answering some questions?
Can she just scare everyone like that?
That’s her primary motto, more or less.
I just had a discussion rudely interrupted by some punks,
who conveniently led me right to you.
I’m sure you’ll help me uncover what they were there for,
- a bunch of body guards come out from the map, which is the inside of the store in this case
CHARLIE, YOU DAMN WELL BETTER STAY THERE!
YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE HERE TO HOLD THE CASH REGISTER!
Hang on, he only has one worker here!?
- the manager runs off, as the sad ol’ service worker just hides in the corner
Um um um—
You! Cool tall lady!
Look at the big guys back there!
- assume they get highlighted here
They’re big, but I don’t really see—
They’re carrying bricks with them.
WHAT!? Like, whole-ass cinder blocks?
T-they even gave ’em their own bag!?!?!?
And they’ll throw ’em, too!
And not just those—
- highlight heavy stands full of merch, highlighted with a grip icon over top of them
They’ve even tossed THOSE at me!
Even when I told them I’d have to clean it up!
They’re so mean!
This manager hires some real class acts for defense, huh.
Ten! We take those two down first.
- the last real tutorial-adjacent fight, literally just like “yeah throwers exist, this is what archers are in a modern AU based on a region with no guns what do you want out of me”
- once they’ve been dealt with, one last dude tries to rush ten and she dodges:
Quit movin’ out of the way, you little punk!
H-how do you hire this many guards and no cashiers!?
- ten dodges again, and the dude lands near the wall
Eh? Uh oh, broke the security camera.
Boss won’t like that one bit.
They broke… the camera…
- the service worker… picks up a whole-ass magazine stand, and just hammer throws that shit across the map into the dude, knocking him out
[gasp, gasp, gasp…]
A-are you okay!?
Hey, Tara, girl.
What in the hell did I just witness?
Looks like the work uniform hid quite the muscle.
That was some impressive aim.
I-I’m not THAT strong!
Like, c’mon, anyone could do that!
Lil’ ol me? Nuh uh!
I’m just a simple worker!
If I was really so strong,
would I be working here?
No! Of course not!
The manager’s gone.
Ah hell, there goes our info.
Wait! I-I can help!
You’re “Heartbreak”, yes?
That’s the second half of it, sure.
My boss kept talking about you!
A big guy in a suit just came in,
saying he found “the info they needed”.
He said he was gonna try and go to Tempcona.
Eh? What, he’s trying to hide?
He said something about, um.
A, uh, “delinquent punk mask”?
Or, um, some combination of those three words!
I’m kind of on two hours of sleep right now, but…
I-I remember that! Honest! Please don’t punish me!
Miss, we’re not bosses, calm down!
A delinquent punk in some sort of mask, huh.
Oh! Um, I mean, have I been of use?
You have. Thank you kindly.
And, apologies for the mess.
No no no, that’s okay!
Cleanup beats being around my boss, anyways.
It’s so much quieter,
just ambient sounds of broken glass being swept…
- the trio leave to the outside:
Er, is the kid alright?
Did we traumatize the poor girl in there?
No, I know exactly what this kind of look is.
Pretty strong lady.
Oh, for the love of—
WAKE UP, KID!
Gah! Danger! Danger!
Eh? Where’s the danger?
You do realize you’re drooling.
Ack! I am!
Uh, nobody else saw that, right?
Alright, how much of what she said did you hear?
Uh, I kind of blanked out when she kept talkin’ about herself,
but I remember her saying there’s a punk in a mask we gotta talk to?
Wait, who is that punk in a mask, anyways?
Someone who I would prefer not to meet.
Hey, think on the bright side, Tara girl.
Maybe there’s two punks in masks around there now!
And, eh, the one we need to find,
might not have a blunt object to swing at me, ideally.
Yeah, here’s hoping.
Sooooo anyone gonna clue me in?
Okay, that’s a “no”, then.
Well, whatever, let’s get to it!
- more shit opens up, as everything barring sidequests in little italy is accessible
- once you get to tempcona, an old-looking man with medium graying hair stops tara:
Kindest Soul in Tempcona
Likes: Protecting Strangers
Dislikes: Anyone Else w/ Money
How’re you doing, buddy?
A former millionaire who donated off his riches,
all into protecting the homeless.
After going broke saving Tempcona’s homeless camps,
he’s become somewhat of a folk hero.
Though, eh, usually,
he’s not one for leaving those parks.
What’s wrong, Minnow?
Decided on some fresh air, for once?
Tch. It is a beautiful place to be, usually.
But for now, there are delinquents afoot.
Miserable cretins, trying to trash the community garden,
all because they want some woman in a facemask…
A woman in a—
Ah, hell, they already found her!?
Hmph. Looks like we’ll need to hurry up.
Ten, you think you can handle an endurance test?
’Course I can!
Good, because if they’re in the entire park,
we’ll have our work cut out getting to the garden.
To Nevana Park, then.
- a hidden bit of text, if you talk to minoru again:
To think these suited delinquents are now so confident,
that they’ll just take over Tempcona’s parks on a whim…
Tch. This area needs far better protection.
- once at the park, in the south end of tempcona, a shady man is seen trashing the place…
God, I love bein’ a janitor of this shithouse!
How far ahead are your friends?
Aw, they didn’t tell me there’d be TWO freak chicks ’round here!
Not a fan of that tone actin’ like you own me, brat…
But still, more fresh meat! This is my lucky day!
- wave 1 of 3, the first set of waves the player encounters. this one’s very simple, since it contains exactly one dude
- after defeat:
Feel like answering now, brat?
It doesn’t matter! They’re already closin’ in on the girl!
I-I did my job, boss! Held her off!
[as he runs off] Make sure to praise meeeeeee!
Guess we should speed up, then.
- wave 2 and 3 each have a group of five; this is technically still in the realm of tutorial, but at this point there’s no reason to explain anything because hopefully the player can just fuck around and see what happens
- after the third wave, they make it to the garden. they start to hear the violent swinging of a baseball bat at a certain manager:
C’mon, you snot-nosed geek! PIPE UP!
WHAT DO YOU KNOW!?
I-I was g-gonna ask you, honest!
YOU INTERRUPT MY GARDENING TIME,
FOR INFO YER’ BODYGUARD FUCK ALREADY KNEW,
AND YOU THINK I’LL BELIEVE THAT!?
I already know you ain’t here about him,
SO WHY ELSE DO YOU WANT ME!?
Wait, he knew who the bait was?
W-why didn’t he tell me?
Huh. Doesn’t seem like she needed our help.
I guess not.
Eh? Who the fuck is—
The Bitter, Bitter Heart
Likes: Breaking Walls, Faces, etc.
Do you think you’re DOING HERE!?
W-we were TRYING to save you!
Even if, um, it doesn’t seem like you—
I WASN’T SPEAKING TO YOU, PIPSQUEAK!
WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?
There sure seems to be a lot of people going after you.
And they’re all apparently wanting information on a thief.
AND!? What’s that have to do with me!?
That’s a very good question.
One I seemed to have overheard you having answers for.
Mind telling me about this “him” you speak of?
I didn’t know a swing to the gut could look that violent.
I’ve spent six long years wanting yer’ head, Heartbreak.
You just gonna give me it now, huh?
It’s strange, how much you beg for a fight.
Do you ever plan on actually talking to me, Gracie?
I’ve already talked too much, way I see it.
[NOISE OF A DUDE BEING KICKED IN A DIRECTION]
This geek already knows what’s up.
Ask him yer’self, once he stops moaning.
Swear to god, if I find him dead ’cause of you…
Sooooo can I get an explanation now?
Punk band guitarist, bike repair girl,
barista, bodyguard, gardener,
and, for some reason,
Tara’s sworn enemy.
Wait, do you not know why?
I don’t. All I know is six years ago,
she gave me the name “Tara”.
Then, the very next night,
she refused to even look me in the eye.
She’s been like this ever since.
She gave you a name…
and then got mad that you used it?
Wow, that’s even dumber than I thought it’d be.
Makes me wish I knew what else she was muttering on about.
Well, at least we can get answers out of somebody here.
- out of view the manager slowly gets up:
Ow ow ow…
At least that punk’s gone—
Wuh? Wait, when did you get here!?
Seems the punk found a suitable replacement.
So. Who sent you?
I-I don’t have to say a god damn thing to people like you!
Hmph. An interesting gloat.
I suppose you want another cracked rib where that came from?
Okay, fine! I can tell you!
My boss, his name’s Jimmy Polo! Real Estate agent!
H-he wants to get to someone before a kidnapper does!
Said to find ’em at all costs! That’s all I know!
Jimmy Polo, huh.
I see his face show up a lot in sale signs on Little Italy.
Suppose I got the info I need, then. I’ll let you off easy.
Aw, come on, we came all the way over here,
and you won’t even let me kick his head in!?
…I only said I wouldn’t.
You’re just a third party, I don’t care.
Time to test the ol’ soccer punt!
- fade out, fading into being back outside of the park
Jimmy Polo & Associates, huh.
Looks like his office is on the map.
Nestled on the corner of East Callihan & Prince…
What’re we waiting for, then?
I want his neck!
Eh, maybe you can get his neck AFTER we ask, ideally.
- at the north of the map, right between tempcona and little italy, they find an office:
(So, this is Jimmy Polo’s place, huh.)
(I should probably prepare for something big to happen here…)
- once they’re in, cut to an office, as an old man and a large bodyguard speak:
Have they already arrived?
Real Estate Manager
Likes: Purchasing Large Assets
Dislikes: Getting Personal
C’mon, you fucks! LEMME AT ’IM!
It seems so, sir.
Jimmy’s Right Hand
Likes: Working for Polo
Dislikes: Anyone Stopping Polo
Oh, dear, that was fast.
Tell me, Gerald, are you in fighting shape if need be?
Of course, sir.
I took the fall for the masked one before too much injury,
just like you requested.
Ah, good show, Gerald.
Still, I believe de-escalation will be key for now, yes?
Stay put when they break in, if you would please.
Very well, sir.
[CRASH CRASH, door slams open]
Oh, this one is feisty.
Don’t recall this “Heartbreak” they mentioned,
would be so small in stature, though.
It would be perplexing, sir.
the one behind seems to fit the description, sir.
Ah, that it does.
Well spotted, Gerald.
So, you already know me, then?
Of course. I’ve been expecting you, after all.
Come, would you like a seat?
Why the hell would we ever take a seat with you!?
Do you see what’s on his desk, there?
Uh, yeah, it’s just another—
- cut to a picture of the phone, next to an otherwise-regular desk phone… but this phone has exactly one big, red “EMERGENCY” button on it.
Uhhhhhh why does it have one button?
It only serves a single purpose:
to call the police.
Ah, I presume the minuscule one is new to this city.
Perhaps I could explain with a simple anecdote.
Have you noticed how fights will break out all around,
and nobody ever seems to help?
Not very good at connecting the dots, are you?
Very well, I’ll spell it out for you.
The police only exist to protect capital.
Because I own so much capital in this city,
that means they will only protect me,
and, more importantly… not you.
Wh–WHAT!? Is that even legal?
Of course not, but who’s to enforce it?
Those who can are already in many a pocket like mine.
But even then, none of them are stationed nearby.
There’s nothing stopping us from taking you out,
before they could even begin to arrive.
And now you understand the impasse.
I have the ability to shoot you all down,
yet, I cannot do so in time for you to not react.
Thus, I believe a seat would be best.
What exactly are you planning, here?
You need information,
and I want more money.
Luckily for me, I will do both in one fell swoop.
Now, I’ve heard from a little birdie…
that you understand we know of a certain safety net, yes?
Interesting way to describe a person you’re kidnapping,
but, yes, I do.
Well, I can assure you, he will give quite the safety to me.
After all, I plan on taking this thief all to myself,
and for that, I will be needing my bait.
Wow, this dude’s finding so many ways to not refer to this guy as a person.
Do you plan on telling me who your “bait” is?
Well, you wouldn’t leave if I didn’t, so naturally.
Tell me… does Adrian Stone sound familiar to you?
You’re kidding me.
Ah, so you know him! Good, good, good.
I will admit,
I was worried my theory wouldn’t hold.
Hundreds of thousands go through the Tokyo Dome,
why would a single vacationer be what they wanted?
And I would have much preferred to find him on the street.
Far cheaper to pay for a simple kidnapping,
than to enter contracts just as a setup, wouldn’t you agree?
But, if you knew of him, I’m sure Larissa did, yes?
Tremendous, that face speaks all!
Gerald, contact his men,
and let them know I’ll be over tomorrow evening.
Of course, sir.
So, your benefit from this deal was a guaranteed hit?
Oh, not just that.
Because as I’m sure you already know,
I’ll be doing this to nab someone’s employee, yes?
Therefore, I know you will try to break my little deal.
I can tell them some punks plan on breaking and entering,
and I’ll even get to extort him on the spot for it!
Goodness, I am just a genius, aren’t I?
W-WHAT? You little shit!
You can’t just do this!
He can… for now.
I’ll find my way in, anyways.
I certainly hope so.
Now, I believe that will be enough?
Tara, what the hell are you doing!?
Get back in there and KICK HIS ASS!
You’re not scared of some cops, are you!?
Well, as confident as I am in Tara girl over here,
I, eh, don’t know how well she’d take a bullet.
DON’T ENABLE HER!
K-kid, I’m just speaking to reason here!
Military police states pack a bit more than a couple knives!
Who the hell’s this “Adrian” guy, anyways?
he’s the only reason I’m alive.
- cut to black, as a flashback begins, with a young man and a teenager on a bridge:
What’s a kid like you doing up here?
Your parents around sightseeing or whatnot?
Guessing that’s a no.
It’s a pretty hard fall down, I hope you know.
Don’t wanna get yourself hurt, do you?
Don’t worry, I understand.
Yeah, I do.
Seen this view a lot, myself.
Once, it was real tempting.
Maybe… you would know how to help.
There’s something I keep thinking about
You know what?
Sure, let’s hear it. What’re your ailments?
I’m real far away from home.
They kicked me out then,
because I didn’t want to be something.
Everyone told me I should be a football player.
Or a bodyguard, or a fireman.
Like I should be a strong man doing strong men things.
What if I don’t want to be any of those things?
Then you don’t have to be.
Then they tell me what I want, and…
I want fluffy long hair.
And I want soft skin.
And I want pretty clothes, and earrings, and…
I like being strong.
All the mean people go away when I’m strong.
But I see the strong girls who fight on TV,
and I just wanna be like them.
I don’t wanna be a strong man.
But then everyone just hurts me, and yells at me, and…
I’m not a freak, am I?
Am I a monster? Were they right about me?
Nah. Not even close.
If anything, you might’ve been living with some.
Then why did they get so angry at me?
I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,
okay, kid? Don’t tell anyone else.
There was lots of folk in my life,
who used to tell me the same.
I was supposed to wear dresses,
walk with the pretty high-heels,
talk with the lipstick, and everything.
They told me I had to be a woman.
Now, do I look like a woman to you?
You look like a strong man.
And that’s ’cause I wanted to be a strong man.
My old folks got mad as hell over it, sure,
but I got the role I wanted, yeah?
That’s the secret, kid.
Adults might hate you for doing it,
but that’s because they’re mad they haven’t realized yet.
You can be whatever the hell you want,
And there’s not a single person that can stop you.
Have you picked a name out for yourself, yet?
Am I supposed to?
No, not right away.
You’ll figure out a way to get one on your own.
Don’t sweat it too much.
Um um um.
Mister, can I ask you something?
I mean, I-I don’t want to intrude or anything, but…
I get what you’re asking.
You know what?
I know a place where we can get something to eat.
C’mon. No need to be up here anymore.
I was homeless,
because of a family that never believed in me.
Adri found me a place to live, a life worth living.
If he didn’t see me then…
I haven’t been able to keep in contact with him in months.
Is this why? Has he been in hiding all this time?
Can you WAIT until AFTER SHE HAS HER MOMENT!?
PIPE IT, SHORTIE!
You realize what the fuck yer’ getting into!?
Why is it that you refuse to say my first name?
Eh? Who the fuck said it was your turn to—
You were the one who gave me that name,
and you respected every other name in that bar.
Yet for some reason, I became your sworn enemy,
for a name you chose to give me.
Why single me out?
- …and then, a bunch of punks start to surround both of them
There’s the masked fuckhead!
And oh, boy, oh boy, she even brought along some accomplices!
Oh, this was a poor time for them to show up.
We don’t have time for this.
I gotta go get Adrian—
You know where he is?
How about this.
We know we can deal with these men ourselves,
so let’s fight, here and now.
And if I can beat you, you explain everything you know.
About this kidnapping… and everything else.
So, this is just a way to challenge me, huh?
T-Tara, girl! You sure about this?
Well, I’ve gone for dumber ways to find things out, I guess.
Come on, Gracie.
Isn’t this the one-on-one you told me you’ve always wanted?
DID YOU F O R G E T ME, HEARTBREAK!?
FUCK YER’ ONE-ON-ONE!
I WANT YER’ WHOLE DAMN CREW,
AND EVERY PUNK IN MY WAY!
I’LL CRACK EVERY SKULL YOU HAVE ON OFFER!
The Bitter, Bitter Heart
An angry woman with a heated rivalry so unknown,
that not even her own rival knows why it exists.
Sadistic, she revels in tearing apart large crowds,
and only gets worse the more she dishes out.
For every unit she knocks out,
add .15x to her damage multiplier.
Stacks up to five times.
C h a p t e r O n e
E n d B o s s
(Hmph. Last place I’d want to fight her, but if nothing else,)
(I need more info on where Adrian works in this city.)
(…Is what I’m currently telling myself.)
(Whatever. I need a lot of info on a lot of things,)
(and I’m going to be getting it out of her.)
Ten, she’s only going to get more dangerous,
the more people she’s allowed to knock out.
Focus down the crowd, make sure none of them get near her.
chapter 1’s boss fight, and the first actual, honest-to-god challenge with a bunch of infinitely-spawning punks that will try to rush either tara or gracie down, meaning she’ll get a lot of chances to activate her critical skill
also, stealing from yakuza, once she’s down to 50%, the bosses will glow a certain color indicating a major stat up:
HEARTBREAK! I’m not done with you!
Uh, for a lady that’s hurt, she sure is lookin’ kinda scary.
S-shit! Fall back, boys, she ain’t worth this kind of payment!
- the punks will finally stop spawning, and the ones left will try to run, though gracie will still aggro them
- once she finally falls:
Heart…break… I-I’m… not…
No, I’d say you’re quite done, actually.
God, fucking look at me.
They called me the lifeblood that upholds the rules of our kind,
yet I can’t even bring myself to stick to it because of her.
You realize what they wanna do to Adrian, right?
That’s why I’ll be stopping them.
Cocky motherfucker, ain’t ya?
No, no. I’ve seen their security myself.
You and that pipsqueak are tough shit,
but you won’t get through them on your own.
Do you plan on helping me, then?
Of course not. Why would you?
You probably won’t even tell me where he works,
much less stand alongside me.
Greg Rapid. That’s his boss.
If you’ve seen that tower in the middle of Railtown,
that’s his place.
I don’t know what that guy’s company even does,
but Adrian’s been working as his personal assistant.
Asshole didn’t even tell me.
Why would he do that and keep it a secret?
Good fucking question, Heartbreak.
Maybe if you can bring more bodies in there, you’ll find out.
…And you can go mope in the corner because of me while I do.
- tara + crew leaves, with gracie alone
You really don’t get it.
Why would you want me to ruin you like this…?
- fade to black, and another flashback in the dark…
So this is where you go to socialize?
This bar is…
A complete wreck of a place, yeah.
But it’s the wreck that lets folk like me thrive.
Don’t be too mean about it.
Tara! Hey kid, how you doing–
Woah, who’s your friend?
My name is Larissa.
It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.
God damn, you sound exactly like Tara did when I first met her.
But, she seems so tough-acting.
Oh, no, she was like a damn cartoon child lost in a city,
first time she showed up around here.
“Hey mister! Do you know how buses work?”
“Can you tell me what a shopcart is, mister?”
“Mister, mister! Do you know where the sex toy shops are?”
So I finally get to bring someone in here,
and the first thing you do is humiliate me.
Hey, you wanted to have a big brother, yeah?
You take the embarrassment with the endearment.
those big hunks in your booth think you’re endearing, too?
H-hey, kid, that’s punching a bit below the belt, don’t you think?
You always seemed to like yelling out loud some nights,
about how much you’d want people like them to raw y–
Oooookay, okay! That’s enough, thank you!
What goes on at 3am in this bar stays at 3am in this bar!
Oh, you two are adorable!
it’s just that I was almost reminded of my own siblings.
It’s like you two really are just a family.
Shit, guess we are, huh, Tara?