Courier Quest #1

>>412436

>Motorcycle

After had been in Tokyo, I suggest motorcycle because finding parking place is not always easy and most japanese people in Tokyo use either buses or trains.

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>>412451

You drive a motorcyle, then. A sleek, black beast. It certainly shows how well your clients pay. You wear enough riding gear to walk away from a crash - leather jacket, gloves, boots, even armored pants. Not to mention a completely black full-face helmet. With the visor down, your identity is completely hidden to the world.

The streets of (let's just say Tokyo) Tokyo are dangerous. The items you transport don't come without risk. You may have to defend yourself from gang members or other villains after your client's item.

What do you bring to a fight? Due to Japan's strict gun laws, a firearm would bring more trouble than it would save you from. Therefore, you have to get creative.

>Bare-handed martial arts
>Baseball bat
>Bokken (wooden sword)
>Shinai (other wooden sword)
>Lead pipe
>Knife
>Write in... remember, no firearms. It should be able to pass under a police officer's eyes... with a substantial bribe.

>>412496
Bare-Handed martial arts, crane style

>>412496
>>Bare-handed martial arts

Shootfighting style.

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>>412527
Weapons draw attention. Local thugs might use planks and pipes, but your fists are deadly all by themselves.

Your graceful crane style of fighting is perfect for defense and balance, everything you need to ensure that you and the package escapes a fight unharmed.

And finally, you have a partner. Not on the streets, no, you work solo on the street. Your partner handles the business side of things. Getting contracts, taking calls from clients, building a business reptuation. You're far too busy speeding through the streets of Japan to write down phone numbers.

Who is your "fixer"? (think like an agent)

>Matsuda, the well-meaning teenage boy who balances this very important and often illegal job with his school and social life, often resulting in comical misunderstandings.

>Rex, the large black man with a scar over his nose and personality that combines a sense of fairness with a short-fuse temper.

>Kimi, the bookworm-looking girl with a perfect sense of timing and organization, meticulous handwriting, and a stern attitude towards anything but perfection in a job.

>>412555
Forgot the:

>Write in... highly encouraged. Characters are fun to free-form.

>>412557
>Pablo Lesgobar. Heavy drinker, but some how highly competant business man. Whoever visited, he is seen drinking whiskey or bud light when its early in the morning. However he has come to be a drunken money making powerhouse, you'll never know. He can be always found in those secluded cut out Bars popular in Japan.

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>>412564
When you met Pablo in a hole-in-the-wall noodle bar to drop off a package for him, you had no idea he practically lived in them. Now, he's the only one you trust to file your calls and manage your deliveries. He's also the only one you trust to recommend a bar.

Now that that's taken care of... shift to present time.

>

It's dusk in Tokyo. The rainpour hasn't let up since it started at noon. The roads are wet, but you know how to grip them just right in order to navigate safely. Besides, your jacket is waterproof, as is your trusty transport backpack.

Zipping through traffic on a double-laned street, the internal comm in your helmet rings. It's from Pablo. A quick voice command answers the call. Pablo starts speaking in his usual droning, slightly slurred speech.

"I've got a job, Gen. Client wants a package delivered to Ikebukuro. Corner of 26th and 4th. Walk into the construction site on the old tower. The drop is a portapotty that's been marked with black sharpie graffiti on the front. Codeword "bucktooth". Do you understand?"

Your voice comes out a little raspy. You haven't talked in a bit.

"Ikebukuro, 26th and 4th, construction, porta-potty, bucktooth. Usual pickup?"

"Usual pickup."

"I'll take it."

Tires screech as you whip an illegal u-turn, speeding towards the usual pickup point, an out-of-order mailbox right by your favorite restaurant. As you idle up to the spot, your phone vibrates with a quick text from Pablo.

*Oh, and the package is hot. Take caution.*

Great. That meant that other people were looking for the package. If you weren't careful, you could run into someone who knew what you were carrying.

Securing the book-sized package in your backpack, you consider your route options.

>Drive on the well-lit, main roads. Higher chance of you being seen, but less chance of an ambush. It might take a bit slower due to pedestrians, police presence, and traffic.
>Drive on the backroads. Sneakier option, and less traffic and police presence, but you could be driving right into a trap if someone knew where you were going.

>>412604
>>Drive on the backroads. Sneakier option, and less traffic and police presence, but you could be driving right into a trap if someone knew where you were going.

>>412604
>>Drive on the backroads. Sneakier option, and less traffic and police presence, but you could be driving right into a trap if someone knew where you were going.

>>412604
>Drive on the backroads. Sneakier option, and less traffic and police presence, but you could be driving right into a trap if someone knew where you were going

>>412604
>Drive on the backroads. Sneakier option, and less traffic and police presence, but you could be driving right into a trap if someone knew where you were going.

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>>413421
>>413410
>>413400
>>413388

If the package is as hot as Pablo says, it'd probably be better to stay out of view. And with all the alleyways and private roads, the job would be done faster. You want to minimize the time you have to carry this package.

Turning down an alley, you begin your journey across the backroads of Tokyo, weaving your way in and out of traffic before ducking back into the shadows of unlit streets.

>

You turn into an alley, just a few blocks from the drop. At the end of the alley are four white bikes, mostly cruisers, parked casually on the sides of the narrow way. Men in zebra-striped hats are smoking cigarettes, cradling lead pipes under their arms and laughing about something crude.

It's the 5th Street Stripers. You always thought it was a silly name for a biker gang, but you are pretty close to their turf. The growl of your engine has begun attracting looks from the group. You can see excitement mixed with anger begin to form on the gangbangers' faces. They don't like bikers on their turf, but they love teaching them a lesson.

You can see some of the Stripers start gripping their pipes more tightly, some moving towards their bikes. It's a straight shot to the next street, but you'd be close enough to graze their gaudy fur jackets if you just gunned it.

What do you do?

>Open the throttle while you still have the element of surprise. The gangers might try to take a swing at you, but you could always duck... or wheelie.

>Hit it in reverse, and double back on your path. You'd lose some time, but you'd lose them in a chase quickly.

>Dismount your bike and prepare for a fight. You can't risk them running off to tell others.

>Write in.

>>414505
I think if we might have a chance if we fight them, since the fight is going to be at an alley and we can take them down one by one

>Battle of Thermopylae?

My vote for fight

>>414505
Lets get to the drop fast. Once we get out of their territory, its done. I vote for gunning it.

>>414505
>Throttle it

Getting the package to the drop site is more important than fighting a gang.

Gun it

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>>414740
>>414544

>Let's try a mixture.

The sooner you get this package off your hands, the better. But you let these goons go... the drop site is gonna be swarming with 'em.

Sighing, you prepare yourself for your next move. Opening the throttle, the engine roars with fury, the front wheel of your bike lifting off the ground. The Stripers try to scramble out of the way, but the narrow nature of the alley limits their escape options.

You yank the bars to the right, shifting the center mass of the motorcycle so you lift yourself out of the seat. You become a wall of metal and leather -- unstoppable.

The front wheel digs into the face of the first Striper at the same time you turn, smashing his head into the wall to your right. The toe of your boot hooks the throat of the Striper on the left, sending him careening diagonally into the third Striper, knocking them both down into one of their motorcycles.

You turn sharply again, basically facing the direction you came from and grinding the back wheel of your bike onto the heads and chests of the fallen Stripers. Screams tear from their throats, but are quickly silenced as their vocal boxes paint the brick walls.

Now facing the direction you came from, the fourth Striper attempts to swing his pipe into your helmet. Grabbing it mid-swing with your left hand, you take control of the weapon, jamming it into his mouth and pinning him to the ground with it. Accelerating forward, you place the entire weight of the motorcyle onto the lead pipe, ripping a hole directly through the ganger's mouth and burying it about half a foot in the ground, basically impaling him through the mouth.

With a sharp pivot, you gun it past the fresh corpses (one killed by bashing head against wall, two killed by road burn, one killed by impalement with blunt object), shaking the blood off your boots and getting back on course.

>

Pulling up to the drop site, you spot the line of porta-potties in the construction yard. Sure enough, one of them has the kanji for "bucktooth" written across the front.

Opening the door, you leave the package in the sink, as the directions on the wall instruct you to.

With the drop completed, there's only one thing left to do...

>Call Pablo and tell him about the dead gangers.
>Call Pablo and invite him to drinks.
>Don't call Pablo, just go the hell home.
>Write in.

>>414841
>Call Pablo and invite him to drinks
Gangers are standard fare, nothing to worry about

>>414841

>Call Pablo and tell him about the dead gangers.

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>>415272

You don't need to alarm anyone about a few gangster corpses. By your standards, the job was pretty clean.

Leaning against your bike with your arms crossed, you utilize the voice activation software in your helmet again.

"Call Pablo."

It takes a few rings before he picks up. You can practically hear the stench of alcohol on his breath.

"Moshi moshi."

"Job done, drop complete. Minor resistance along the way. Drinks?"

Pablo grinned over the phone.

"As always. What did you have in mind?"

There are a few establishments that stick out in your mind.

>Aki's Palace: A rather seedy hostess club, where it's rumoured a prostitution ring is run out the back.

>Golden Silver Coin: A bar with a reputation for illegal high-stakes backroom gambling.

>Oni Den: A very charming, relaxed bar with a friendly and clean atmosphere. Rumor has it a fight club is run out of the basement.

>Write in...

>>415340
Oni den. Keep it upscale.

>>415340
>Golden Silver Coin: A bar with a reputation for illegal high-stakes backroom gambling

>>415398
Seconding Oni Den. If there's a fight club, we could brush up our skills; if not, we still look ritzy.

>>415340
>Oni Den: A very charming, relaxed bar with a friendly and clean atmosphere. Rumor has it a fight club is run out of the basement.

>>415340
>>Golden Silver Coin: A bar with a reputation for illegal high-stakes backroom gambling.

>>415340

Golden Silver Coin.

Seems like we're split.

Roll 1d100 and state your choice. Highest wins.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>416945

Oni Den

Makes more sense for our character

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>416945
Golden Silver Coin