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(This is something I used to do all the damn time way, way back in the day: A clip of the story I’m running through my head. I haven’t done it in forever, but I feel like it now, so I am. Maybe I’ll do more later. Who knows.
This is from my Roleplaying universe, which is in a corner of my Reverse Side universe, although Roleplaying is quickly becoming, more and more, the main story of this world.
Anyway, here we go. Sorry if this is boring.)

Combat! Nicholai vs Amy, Chameleon Assassin!
A Roleplaying Minigame

“Why, hello there, beautiful.” Nicholai grinned as he walked into the room. Across the huge, high-school gym-sized warehouse was a small bunny. She seemed to be wearing a light, floral-print dress and a frilly apron. She was smiling softly, the way a frustrated mother might still force a smile towards her children.
Oh, and she was holding one of the most impressive sniper rifles Nicholai had ever seen. It certainly seemed a little too big for her to be carrying. The game system must be running in here.
“Now’s not the time, Nicholai…” Grace said, stepping out from behind him. She looked over her glasses and called across the room. “Where’s Rebecca?”
The rabbit girl flashed an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but Euphoria is a bit occupied at the moment… she asked me to keep you company.”
Nicholai grinned, starting to walk across the room, dragging his huge wooden sword behind him. “Well, hey, no worries. I’m sure we can find something to keep ourselves busy, hm?” A shot rang out, hitting the ground right in front of him. Nicholai only grinned bigger, stopping in his tracks. “Ooh, or we could do that…”
“Nicholai, we really don’t have time for this, we…” Grace started, frustrated.
“No no, honey, YOU don’t have time for this… I’ve got all the time in the world…” Nicholai grinned over his shoulder. “How about you start this fight up, and I’ll cover you while you go find Tailrazor, eh?”
“But…”
“Look, I know you can handle yourself, honey. Just hit that button, make this start.”
The bunny across the way smiled softly. “It’s a nice plan, but I really can’t let you do that either…”
Grace sighed, and hit the button on her wrist. The HUD came up over her eyes, and she pulled out her nettop, typing like crazy. She didn’t approve of this plan, but it wouldn’t be hard to remove her from the rules of battle, making it easy to slip past this woman.
Nicholai swung his sword in a lazy arc as the HUD came up over his eyes. “So, sweet thing, are you actually any good with that gun in a fight, hm? Seems a little big for you…”
The announcer’s feminine voice boomed through the room. “Battle accepted. 1 on 1 match confirmed. Nicholai, Quixotic Paladin, Team Affiliation: Team Tailrazor. Versus. Amy, Chameleon Assassin, Team Affiliation: Team Euphoria.”
Nicholai and Grace blinked, and shared a look. Chameleon?
“3… 2… 1…
FIGHT.”
Grace started running towards the door behind the bunny, paws clapping on the floor. Amy raised her rifle and pulled the trigger. The announcer’s voice boomed. “Unauthorized target. Warning Administered. Next offense: Disqualification.”
Amy let out a little sigh, still smiling. “Well, alright. I suppose you two do have me there.” She turned to the other rabbit. “But my puppeteer has a lot of professional pride… she’s at least going to kill you, you know.”
“Good luck!” Grace yelled as she ran out the door, towards her destination.
“Now that that’s out of the way…” Nicholai purred, “Let’s dance, eh?” He started dashing towards his opponent, who raised her rifle. “KAMAKAZE AEGIS!”
One, two, three bullets bounced off of his straitjacket, and he slashed at the bunny, who suddenly wasn’t there. “Woah, a fast one.” A bullet hit him in the side, and he crumpled for a moment. A glance to his peripheral vision showed that took off near half of his HP in one hit.
“My puppeteer is a professional, as I said… she’s not going to lose.” Amy said, eye through the sniper scope. “Move, and I’ll finish this.”
“What’s all this puppeteer crap, anyway? You can’t be serious about you really being a chameleon. I mean, maybe in the sense that I’m a paladin, anyway. Fantasy shit.” Nicholai said, pushing himself to his feet. He slashed his sword as a bullet zipped towards his head. It flew off to the side.
“I’m not a fighter by nature, Mr. Nicholai, was it? It’s her idea, not mine.” Nicholai rolled to the side as another bullet barely missed him. She sighed. “This is always the annoying part.” She pressed a button. A clip fell out of the gun, she started pulling another out of her apron.
Nicholai grinned, dashing. “See, this is the problem with guns, eh? Always running out of bullets… SMITE!” His sword glowed, the clip clicking into the gun as his sword smacked Amy upside the head, sending her flying off to one side, though her grip stayed on the gun.
It was then that Nicholai felt a hard stab in his back. A hoarse whisper sounded in his ear. “You’re biting off more than you can chew, here.” Another stab. Another. Nicholai stumbled forward, out of range of… whatever was hitting him. Hopefully. His HP was already dangerously low. So quickly, too. That’s no good.
Amy, her body having been oddly limp and unmoving but moments before, jumped back to life and picked up where the whisper ended. “If you give up and go home, giving me time to catch the Siamese, maybe she won’t have to kill you after these silly holograms dissipate.”
“Divine Respite…” Nicholai murmured, starting to glow. Without Grace or Tailrazor to draw aggro, he wasn’t going to get much regeneration out of this, he knew, but he was going to lose without more HP.
“Now now, stop that…” Amy fired, and Nicholai had to dive out of the way again.
“Shit, not anywhere near enough to absorb another sniper round…” he murmured to himself. Oh well, he’d have to go with what he had.
“I really don’t like killing, you know. I really will let you go.” Amy said, aiming right at the rabbit. “Even my puppeteer doesn’t like it. Family business, you know. Expected of her race. Doesn’t mean she won’t do it.”
“Sorry, sweety, but I’m not really one for surrendering. Never did me much good.” Nicholai forced a grin.
Amy pulled the trigger.