Takeshi's Tunnel

  "So, you want to be servant for the great Touma Tengu, do you?" Sitting on a simple throne, the Tenguri emperor looks down at you as you kneel before him, ears flicking the air in annoyance. He crosses his legs as he inspects you, seemingly unconvinced of your worth, but he hasn't dismissed you yet. "Yes, your highness! I want to help build your influence and wealth! Protect you from danger! Anything you need from me!" you exclaim, keeping your head lowered. You see the toe of his boot twitch a bit, but nothing else.  "I do need capable hands to carry me to greatness..." Touma murmurs to himself, resting his chin on his hand, "Very well, if you'll submit yourself to an evaluation, I'll give you an opportunity to prove yourself." "Of course, Emperor. What would you have me do?" you ask, looking up into his violet eyes. "Go change into something you can move in and meet me in the training room. I'm going to test you

  Wandering down St. Nicholas Ave in Manhattan, you look into the store windows as you pass them by and wonder if there's any place that won't charge you an arm and a leg for some food. Having arrived in the city a few days ago, you've been burning all your money on basic amenities and overpriced restaurants. It's a wonder how anyone even manages to live here. Strolling by both high end eateries and low quality chains, you start to think you might never find anything decent or affordable at all until you notice someone walk out of a building in front of you holding a sandwich. When you look inside, you can see rows of grocery products with a deli counter on the far end and decide to give the place a shot.  "Welcome in! What can I get you?" a cheery voice greets you, and you turn to see a girl waving at you from behind the counter. Her outfit seems normal enough, a blue tank top over a brown t-shirt, but your eyes instantly travel to the top of her head where t