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Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

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CHARLIE HUGHES
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Vantaggio Tower, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Alicia, Charles, Dante, Hector, Hide, Yukito, Raquel, Zachariah
WHOLE WORLD BLIND
"...Of course, Queen, I won't let you down"

Hector's approach was sound, they would have better chances to dominate the building if they attacked from multiple points at once, giving less time to prepare for the retaliation. It also really helped to have less judgemental phoenix eyes near Charlie to suspect from his every action.

For what it felt like the first time in the day, the boy could feel a bit of a smile forming on his face. It was a very hard feeling to describe, but despite whatever horrible thing they may end up doing across the street, there was a certain reassuring feeling, knowing that the people standing here saw him were reach to watch his back...Just like a real family would, as twisted as the sentiment may be.

As the she-devil released him from her grasp, Charlie approached Pluto. It would be a lie if he denied being surprised by the boy's stature, or rather the lack thereof, it was no secret that Charlie was slightly vertically challenged himself, so he wasn't going to just make fun or underestimate the other rookie, but still, Pluto was simply on a whole other level.

"Hey there, I don't think we met each other properly just yet, I'm Charlie, but I guess it's better if you call me Temperer for now, let's give it our best, shall we?"

He extended his right arm forward, open palm ready for a handshake.


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Inigo Han
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, Upper Central
PARTICIPANTS:
Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya
TACTICAL MAYHEM
“That’s far enough.” Soft cracking sounds, accompanied by the crisp, clear thumps of well-heeled footfalls filled the air. White crystals formed around the surface of the wall that his hand graced and where his boots fell upon, and from there, they sprouted like wicked branches of an alien tree upwards and across, reaching around the hallway, curling, crossing, blocking all progress forwards. With a swipe of his free hand, he flung forwards a wave of crystals, protecting him from any hail of bullets that might head his way. The long-haired man took one last drag of his cigarette, clearly having been taking advantage of the alarm to escape being caught smoking indoors. He lifted the butt of the cigarette from his lips, crushed it within his hands, and scattered the pulverised remnants of it onto the ground. He dusted his hands, and sighed.

He was not dressed in a uniform. A simple black turtle neck, white pants, and a light-coloured coat. It almost seemed as if he was just about to knock off from work. His pained sigh almost betrayed the fact that, indeed, he was just about to get his well-deserved rest. He looked around the empty hallways of the second floor, and massaged the back of his neck. They were clever. He had always thought the gangs to be a mess of uncoordinated scoundrels. All muscle, no brains. To think they would manage to stage such a scale of invasion. Maybe the cops were beginning to fall behind. Maybe the gangs were beginning to step up their game. Who knew? Who could tell? To himself, he silently wondered if Eric was safe. That man couldn’t go anywhere without him, and now that they had been separated, he wasn’t sure if Eric could handle himself. While he was a grown man, sometimes he worried for him more than he probably should. Whatever. This came first. He shrugged off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. No baton. No firearms. Not exactly attending to this with the full capacity of a police officer.

Just the way he liked it. The soft cracking started to fill the gaps in the sounds once more, and the white crystals now formed upon his arms, replacing one with a jagged blade. The other was enveloped with the same crystals in a less lethal form, wrapping around his knuckles to grant him an impromptu knuckleduster.

“Sgt. Inigo Han, New Oasis Police Department.” Introductions completed, he sprinted forwards at the gang member.


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Kisara
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SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]
LOCATION:
Mysterious Black Site, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Damian, August, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko
THICKER THAN WATER
Her eyes fell upon the towering beast that impeded the Serpents’-- no, her path. How dare it. How DARE. The threads that held her mind together frayed. This was taking too long. This was in her way. This. Raphael. How DARE. Fury. Anger. Monster. Raphael. Bash. Serpents. Monster. Destroy. Crush. Die. Die. Die!

Her thoughts were scattering, her instincts becoming the reigning force upon her body. The green of her pupils glowed with an intense light that none have ever borne witness to before. Still they stand. Still they stand. Still they talked. Still they chatted. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. She clutched at her head, the static energy from her body sparked, electricity coursing through her armored parts once more, and she threw her arms open, unleashing a guttural war cry to meet her opponent’s own, just as loud, just as ferocious, just as wild and untamed as its was. A challenge issued by the Prince of Monsters, lost to her own overwhelming fever of wrath. Once, perhaps, she would have relished a battle between monsters. Once, she would have proclaimed her great strength to all to hear. Once, she would pose and flex for all to see. Once, perhaps, but each time that want to strut started to worm its way in, the image of Raphael’s smile, not the wry, snide ones he showed all the time, but the genuine ones, the warm ones, the one of actual affection and happiness pushed it away, replacing it with ever more rage. The longer they waited, the longer they took to reach her friend, and the longer they took, the less likely she was to see that smile ever again. That remained in her mind, wedged tightly in the corner, barely heard over the numerous screams of her instinct to destroy, to crush, and to maim.

Unintelligible roars emanated from her mouth as she broke forwards to meet the Serpents’ obstacle head-to-head. Her fist shot upwards, slamming into one of its giant paws. Her eyes lit up, and with one more cry of a wild creature let loose of its chains, ready to savagely rend its oppressors to scraps of flesh and bone, she unleashed a thunderous blast of energy straight into and through the creature’s arm. “DIE!” was the only intelligible word she could utter now.




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Zachariah C. Locke
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Vantaggio Tower, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah, Mizuya
Alicia, Dante
Whole World Blind

“Rodger that~” Zack gave a quick two-finger salute towards Hector before fitting his Phoenix-channel earpiece in his left ear and an airpod in the other. He slid his phone into his back pocket before fixing his eyes towards the Lucky Rabbit Casino–more specifically, the first floor where all the excitement seemed to be as the casino doors opened and gamblers trickled in. He let out a whistle as the show started. Watching the sexy dancers was much more interesting than listening to Miles Middleton drone on and on, but it couldn’t be helped. He and Eli had made a fun little bet about who the winner of this week’s Passionate Melody Onslaught would be so he looked forward to hearing the outcome…while doing his Phoenix work, of course.

Multi-tasking was a brilliant skill he possessed.

Sitting upright while he aimed his silencer-equipped sniper rifle, because he didn’t need a scope, Zach pressed on the earpiece in his left ear. “Pharaoh, Temperer, do ya read me?” Though every phoenix he’d given the earbuds to should be able to hear the conversation. “Figure I’d let you know, but the Tiger I’ve been keeping my eye on seems to be dancing with your target. Mighty friskily, I might add~” Zach chuckled. “Let me know if you want me to try separating them.”

A bullet cutting straight between the two might do the trick. The risk was accidentally hitting the blonde target, but Zach was a brilliant shot so it was a fairly minimal one. He could also try taking several shots at the white-haired dancer, while Temperer made away with the blond target, but that would require everyone to get in position first.

Pharaoh, Temperer, and Pluto through the parking lot entrance.

Spellbinder and Gourmet through the main entrance.

Meanwhile, Hawk would keep an eye on both groups and support either as needed. Simple enough instructions. Zack, aka Hawk, occupied his time by counting potential snipe targets from HPs like Alonzo, Lisandra, and Nillin, to all the not-so-innocent NPs that fed the money-hungry Tigers. Killing these fat, wealthy gamblers on Tiger premise would certainly hurt Tiger business. In fact, the moment he let loose a bullet, killing his first target, he could already hear the chaos and screams of civilians as they either ducked for cover or ran out the casino…making them easier targets, tbh. Headshots were his speciality.

The only thing Zach needed was the greenlight to start shooting.

And, of course, if there were any competent Tigers in the building, they’d likely be able to locate him within the first few shots…which meant he’d have to get moving as well. Grinning, Zach licked his lips as he readied his rifle, loaded with a regular 50 caliber sniper bullet…for now. “Actually just let me know when we’re ready to get started.”

A couple of dead bouncers near the main entrance should clear it up fairly quickly. Good snipers generally tried to make their first shots count. One shot, one kill and all. Passeri Park's Passionate Melody Onslaught seemed to be finally revving up as well; Hopefully the rookies Dimitri and Milo didn't disappoint.



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Schroeder Wildschwein
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SCENE:
Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]
LOCATION:
Serpent Chemical Warehouse, North District
TIME:
Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Jiak.
Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

Silva (Pixel ahem ahem Floater) would be ecstatic at the fusillade that Schroeder Wildschwein unleashed on the warehouse before Silva would flip and dance in the air over the fence as he too would rush to the warehouse. Schroeder Wildschwein would return to catch the mention of Ruriko code name Portal keeper as he wanted to comment on it to her only for Ruirko to create a portal and to follow Ruriko real close as Laura (Tetra) would comment on not setting her on fire. Schroeder Wildschwein smiled as he followed them.

Once they got through the portal and was on the other side of the fence Ruriko (Portal Keeper) made mention of the obvious situation of the Sable Serpents knowing that the group was around after which she weaved through the trucks and van that were parked right outside the loading bay area before the trio would hide behind one of the vans as Ruriko (Portal Keeper) stated there were a lot of snakes as she slapped the van and told him he is the man for the job. Schroeder Wildschwein decided it was now time to answer Laura (Tetra) question about why they can't do the same thing to the whole warehouse, code names and about crowd control. Also not to forget to comment on Ruriko (Portal Keeper) code name.

"Well Dear Tetra; We could burn the whole place to the ground with the Dragon breath rounds but I doubt that the Sable Serpents are stupid enough to leave a lot of flammable materials to burn down the entire warehouse though we can always hope. From my earlier shots, they would be busy trying to remove the flames on the other stuff but the magnesium pellets themselves would require a chemist touch to remove their flames. The Librarian told me that these pellets were enhanced to pierce the skin of the toughest of our kind plus it would require a special scalpel to dig into the skin and flesh to remove the pellets however it will still continue to burn while you attempt to remove it.....Code names work against other gangs and cops though Portal Keeper, you might want to change yours a little bit as it sounds to on the nose. Well time for my party trick."

Schroeder Wildschwein would first place the barrel of his shotgun on the van that Ruriko (Portal Keeper) slapped her hand on before using his other hand to reach out to the second van across as he started his process. The first thing to flash into Schroeder Wildschwein mind was the vans schematics, the electrical wiring diagram, coolant systems, fuel systems, car seats, spare tires, road side tools, garbage, junk food, empty beer cans, empty wrappers and the alarm systems as he decided to say out loud what he is doing.

"Well Dear Tetra, let me explain whats my party trick. First the alarms on these vans would get disabled and the locks would unlock themselves. " At that mere mention would the vans alarm systems would power down and deactivate themselves while the vans actuators moves up to unlock the latches and allow the vans doors to open up when someone reaches for the door handle while Schroeder Wildschwein continues with his show and tell. " Now the vans is unlocked and we can get into them as we wish so get into the one Portal Keepers has slapped while I modify the ride a bit more. " As Schroeder Wildschwein continued this time removing one of the weaker spark plugs from the van and replacing it with another spark plug from the other vans road side tools. Shaving off some of the metal platings and placing into the better van to be a bit stronger to any future impact while the weaker van would have its disc brake removed. "Now we got one strong van while the other one will be for crowd control." Schroeder Wildschwein would now remove the barrel of his shotgun from the strong van and now have it touch one of the trucks behind them which seems to be facing towards the gate entrance. Now this time the trucks schematics came into his mind...oh! A Graad made truck, the electrical wiring diagram, coolant systems, fuel systems and the raw horsepower of this big Graad truck as he then started fiddling around differently for the truck and the van. Start the ignitions, rev up the engines, let everyone hear the truck mighty horn before letting both the van and truck do the job. Quickly Schroeder Wildschwein removes the shotgun barrel and his hand now rushes to the van that Ruriko (Portal keeper) slapped before quickly opening the sliding door of the van and jump inside it. The truck would come alive and drives into high gear knocking some of the other parked vans and trucks as it collided with the metal fence tearing it apart as it floored its way forward making it seem like someone was stealing a Sable Serpent Truck and is getting away while the weaker van would launch itself to the loading bay area in an attempt to ram and crash into anyone or anything in the loading bay area. Schroeder Wildschwein made a quick comment about his party trick. "That's my trick, I can make any vehicle obey me as long as I can touch it. Now that should confuse them to think someone is stealing their truck and that someone forgot to put the hand brakes on their van. So if you need a car suit up to race in one of those Telabiim Desert racing rally or the Rally raid or just need a super car, you now know who to call....That would be Orbit and Cipher" Schroeder Wildschwein would wait for his next set of confusing orders and probably questions.

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The Regal Rper The Regal Rper
Nobody Special Nobody Special
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WhiskeyMarten WhiskeyMarten
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Misuteeku Misuteeku

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Orbit and Cipher.

 
AKIRA TSUCHIYA
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]
LOCATION:
Akira's Office, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Akira, Dante, Pablo, Welsha, Ji-Young
THE FACELESS FOX


And so, the cards had been set. Each Tiger had made their decision, and they were now stuck with them– no matter how good or bad their choices had been. A pleased slant in Akira’s eyes could be noticed by those who looked, followed by a slight upwards curve in his already-present smile.

“Very good! That was fast.” He congratulated his team on their quick selections, holding out a thumbs up to them as if he was a father who was proud of his children. He returned to his chair and took a seat in it, beckoning the four to take a step closer while he rummaged through a drawer at his desk, humming nonsensical notes as he did so.

After a few seconds, Akira’s hand left the drawer, now holding three manila folders respectively marked ‘North’, ‘South’ and ‘East’. He gently placed them on the desk for the others to take, yawning and leaning back into his chair before giving them his parting words.

“Each folder has all the information you’ll need, along with contact information in case you need to get a hold of me. And remember: ” He paused, winking at the group before raising his arms and putting them behind his head to rest on.

“These guys aren’t exactly model citizens, as you’ll come to understand as soon as you open up your folders. Feel free to use some force with them, or anybody they may have hired if they give you any problems!”

He freed a hand to offer them one last peace-sign as a goodbye.

“Well, you guys are good to go. Personally, I have to take care of my toys in our district, if that answers your question from earlier, Miss Reaper. Good luck to you all! Don’t hesitate to call if things go south.”

With that, he disappeared from his seat in the blink of an eye.

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Once the four had left his office, Akira flashed back to his seat, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Phew! I hope they pull this off. Getting other people to do your job sure is nice…”

His eyes trailed over to the fifth person who had been in his office.

“...Isn’t it, Kiwi?”

Thanks to her… animal, he’d be keeping a great distance away from her, but he was still interested in the little job his assistant had been taking care of over there.

“What was it you were working on, again?”

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  • Hello there, Dante!

    Haha, are you surprised that I knew you would choose the North District? Probably not. 😄

    This folder contains everything you’ll need to know to carry out this job properly– at least, I hope it does! This world we live in is full of surprises, after all.

    The man you’re looking for is Wagner Hoffman, a Serpent drug-dealer with some of the highest consistent earnings in the gang. He’s about five feet and eleven inches, short, blonde hair, with some of the largest black eyes you’ll ever see. You can’t miss him.

    Before you approach Wagner, please be advised that he’s a very… well, highly-strung guy. More than usual. Here’s why:

    Unbeknownst to the crumbling leadership of the seemingly-unstable Sable Serpents, Mr. Hoffman loves getting high off of Serpent supply without paying for it. A sort of silent payback for a lack of praise or promotion for his hard work, maybe?

    Oh, well. He slipped up, and now I know! 😁

    So now, to save himself, Wagner now pays me 30% of his personal earnings. You’re probably thinking: It’s pretty dangerous, extorting a Serpent, isn’t it? Well, that’s what’s fun about it!

    The location you'll be heading to is the Venom House, a bar located in the North. Maybe you've heard of it? Just in case you haven't, a little warning for you-- that place is packed with Serpents. But! Don't let that scare you. As long as you play it cool when you go in, they'll be too drunk to realize you're an outsider!

    By the time you arrive, our little friend will most likely be buzzed, sitting at his favorite spot: the table all the way in the back left corner of the bar, directly under the neon sign of a king cobra drinking a beer. Aren't those Serpents the most peculiar little things?

    Like I said earlier– be careful with how you approach Mr. Hoffman! He really may try to run away. If he does, don’t worry! He never really gets far. He has severe asthma, and with the amount of cigarettes (and other things) I’ve seen him smoke, there’s no way he can get very far from you with lungs like those. If anything, you'll have to worry more about the snakes who catch you snooping around their Vipers Pit.

    Best of luck! Please give me a call when you have the money.

    - Inari

 
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VULKEN BECKMAN
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SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Helva Peckinou Peckinou , Hou SilverFlight SilverFlight , Isaiah Lucem Lucem , Kanna FabulousTrash FabulousTrash , Maho The Suspicious Eye The Suspicious Eye , Meirin QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel , Ra The Prophet The Prophet , Rin EmperorsChosen EmperorsChosen , Shen Elenion Aura Elenion Aura , Vulken, Yong-Yut gxxberkit gxxberkit
CURRENT STAGE:
0 (Current Temp: Regular Temp)
THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX

“Ouch– The hell, man?” Vulken winced at the light punch from Helva, even going so far as to rub his shoulder a bit. Exaggerating after getting hit was something he did more than he’d like to admit. But, it was something he had a hard time not doing.

His eyebrow rose when Helva announced that Dragons ‘suck’, in front of a horde of Dragons. If they were anywhere else, he’d have written it off as the girl ‘just being jealous’, but here, of all places?

“Oi, Hellie.” With a cautious hand covering his mouth, he leaned a bit closer to her and whispered. “Dont’cha think that was a little fuckin' lou–”

“Excuse me?! He’s the one that should be grateful I gave him the time of day!”

A long, drawn-out sigh could be heard from behind his hand before he dropped it down to his side, his cigarette falling out of his mouth to be stepped on and put out as soon as it hit the ground beneath them.

Oooooookay…

Here we go.

He wasn’t lying when he said the two had been on multiple dates. He could tell when Meirin was actually mad. And when she paused to take a deep breath, his expression grew even more grim than it had been when she first spoke up.

Shit.

He was visibly confused when she mentioned his alias. She… knew that he was a Phoenix, right? The apparent surprise in her voice said otherwise. Had he not mentioned it in the past? If that was the case, he was probably in more trouble than he thought he was.

With what was probably his 300th sigh of the day, he opened his mouth to answer Meirin’s question regarding his thoughts on her gang. “Meiri. Of course you guys don’t su–”

“ARE YOU SECRETLY PREGNANT WITH HIS KID?! OR DO YOU HAVE A EVIL TWIN WHO IS?!”

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There was a long silence after the rookie– Pigtails, as he knew her, since he had forgotten her name– blurted out the awful question. During that silence, Vulken pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, I’m gonna off myself when I get home–”

Then, a guardian angel came to his defense. When his best friend stood in front of him to speak to Meirin, Vulken could have sworn he saw a light come down from the heavens and shine onto her. He was definitely going to owe her one if she managed to put an end to… whatever the fuck all of this was. As she spoke, he threw in his own little “Yeah”’s and “What she said”’s in between to confirm that her words were correct.

Once the fire had died down a bit, he turned his back to the Dragons once again, pulling a second cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it, and placing it in between his teeth with a pouty look on his face.

“I ain’t talkin’ no more, man. Hellie, I’m tryin’ to behave and you almost got me in trouble.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, going to his messages app and clicking on Boltius' contact, which was pinned to the top with a stupid picture of his younger brother as his picture. Then, he typed for a few seconds, and hit send.

[00:00PM] How's it goin'? You dead yet?

“...Also, did that guy just make a fuckin’ chair outta gold?”

Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean
 
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HIRAM ABAYAN
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SCENE:
Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]
LOCATION:
Zhànzhēng Resort, East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hifumi, Hiram, Kairong, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie
Ripples of Stardust
Even Hiram could see that things were going bad fast. These two strangers were intent on leaving with the struggling fox, going so far as to leave behind a resort meal coupon (their menu was expensive, to say the least), yet Ottilie obviously wanted to wrest the animal away from their arms. The last thing Hiram wanted was to add more chaos to the protests swarming the entrance to the resort, and the other Dragons were strangely not inclined to act. He supposed that Kairong was giving the Rookies a chance to shine, which was an opportunity that Hiram was eager to take advantage of. Kazue was still fixated on her ice cream, so Hiram felt that it was up to Ottilie and him to deal with this situation.

And just as Hiram was calculating the best course of action to take, Ottilie gave him a warning. Weeks of experience with the scientist made Hiram act on instinct covering his ears with his hands just as Ottilie let out a shrill scream like a spoiled kid in the candy aisle of the market who didn’t stock his favorite chocolate. If nothing else, it was an effective distraction, for everyone who heard it, including the protesters themselves. The noise quieted down for a bit while they turned to stare at the pink-haired girl.

Hiram quickly took advantage of the opening, equipping his Jade Eyes and interfacing with the drone that had been following them since they left the University. With subtle movements of his fingers, he commanded the drone to fly down towards them.

“T.A.L.A., activate Peacemaker,” he whispered, the sounds carrying through the bone conduction of his glasses and towards the command system piloting the drones. A hatch opened on the bottom of the drone and out came a small barrel aimed at the two strangers. With two whooshes of air, tufts of red sprouted from their torsos as tranquilizer darts hit them dead on.

The concoction – an Ottilie brew – would quickly work its way through their bloodstream until it reaches their brain, which for HPs would make them groggy, but would outright knock NPs out cold. At the very least, the fox would be free to escape their clutches.

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Roza Grigorievna
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
OCPD HQ ,Upper Central Districts
PARTICIPANTS:
Boltius, Ashley, Gideon, Roza, Tatsuya, Inigo, Eric, (NPCs)
[Tactical Mayhem]

"Thats far enough."

What? Stopping in her tracks, the girl bounces back, sliding on her feet a little as she secured her footing back upon the flooring of the Police station, a man with white hair and horns was speaking to her, leveling her Bizon at him, she watches as he forms crystals along the walls and flooring, seemingly what he touched spawned off these crystals. What sort of material were they, she found herself wondering. In the same instant he threw up a shield, as if expecting her to fire.

A sensible precaution, a gang member or a person with poor training would have immediately opened fire for being surprised or met with a sudden threat. She however aimed the SMG towards his general direction, the smell of cigarette smoke came off of him and filled up the air. A black sweater, light color coat, white pants, off duty cop? Watching as he went to put out his smoke, and crushed it before continuing on, she calls out; "And here they told me this was a no smoking section."

The crystals then formed around his arms, becoming a blade on one, and knuckles on the other, he then introduced himself before starting his charge.

The fuck? Does he think he's some sort of Samurai? Inigo Han... However, this time she did speak up. "Just walk away Sergeant. I've taken care to not kill yours." Reflecting on her luck there were 40 or so other members of the gang in here and their plan should they fail was something she didn't want to stick around for, yet here she was alone and with one of the few cops, an HP at that, was facing her... Still, he didn't yet know she was one as well, least he caught her running along the walls or ceiling.

Grinning at that, this time she did open fire, hopping back with a bit of speed she aimed to retreat into the four-way split of hallway behind her, now was the time to test and prod, as she fell-back the way she came, never once turning away from him, keeping her gun steady. "Sorry, I don't just give my name to random acquaintances."



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Pascal Corbin
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SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri
THE CANYON OF SECRETS

Even if the landing was soft, Pascal was thankful he had been able to turn himself around to land on his feet. He quite liked his new title of Heartthrob of the West, and falling face first into a pit of foam didn't exactly seem like it would help him keep it. The pit seemed to be in another pit though, one which seemed to be lined with what were essentially rock-climbing walls.

A nearby bearded man spoke some dated slang before stepping out of the foam and turning to speak to them. The blond had stepped out too by the time he had a chance to raise an eyebrow at the man's apology.

"I feel like that's a little redundant in this case..." he muttered as the man explained his nickname. He was skeptical for a moment, but when he saw the man actually put his money where his mouth is, Pascal's eyes widened. He scrambled over to the wall, but before he could latch on himself, the man was flung off. A smirk from schadenfreude graced his lips for a moment before he heard Miles's voice.

"Well then, let's see if slow and steady wins this race," he said. Slow and able to turn into water would have been more accurate, but that didn't roll off the tongue as well. He started from the same place Brock had. He had been able to see the path the other was able to safely take for the most part, so he'd at least be able to get to where the other had got-

Another loud beep rang out. "Shit." Maybe he hadn't been paying as close attention as he thought. Pascal's blue eyes scanned the wall in front of him. As soon as he saw a part of it start to open up, his mid-section quickly liquified. The large red boxing glove punched through the water, and he quickly returned to his solid state once it retracted. No harm done, except maybe for the wet marks left on the front and back of his jacket.

This was fine though. He was almost to where Brock had fallen off. A few more paces upwards and he was able to pass it. This was going well. He just need to make sure to pay attention and avoid any suspicious looking- a buzzer again. He looked ahead, preparing for another cartoonish punch coming his way, but instead, a section of the wall protruded outward from in front of him. This was larger than just the chest-sized boxing glove, looking to be the size of his whole torso, so he allowed his whole upper section to liquify. The wall pushed through the liquid and returned as he hung on, but his scarf, jacket, and shirt underneath had been moved past the watery confines of his body, leaving him bare-chested when his body solidified.

He eyed the articles of clothing as they floated to the ground below him. "Could be worse, I guess..." he said. He imagined most people would have wanted to see this happen to Gavril or Dimitri over anyone else, but he figured he wasn't in the worst shape, so... more importantly, victory was still within grasp. The blond continued his climb, having made quite a ways up the wall. A few more reaches would lead him to the top, so hopefully he would be quick enough to make it to the next- yet another buzzer.

Pascal let out a sigh, getting ready to liquify and hoping whatever tries to push him off the wall doesn't aim below the belt. That wouldn't be what would happen, though. Instead, he felt his grip on the rock he had just caught slipping. He eyed with with a furrowed brow and noticed it retracting. "Oh no..." He quickly tried shifting his weight to be held by his other hand, but it was too sudden. As he moved, one of his feet slipped off of the ledge it was on and the hand that was still grasping slipped. He felt himself falling back, and soon his other foot left the ledge that held it.

Nope, nope, nope. He was so close. He wasn't going down like this, and he certainly wasn't going to start over. He shifted his weight forward and reached out, grabbing a hold of a rock not too far below where he originally was. Thankfully, it was safe, and the other rock he grabbed as well as the ledges he chose to place his feet on weren't booby-trapped either. He looked up, taking note of the missing rock in the path. Well, he had a safe path there, and with a little luck, nothing like this would happen on the last leg of his climb. He continued on his way up, assuming that if he had had any lead, he probably lost it at this point. Still, he would be finishing, and hopefully it wouldn't be anywhere close to last.

The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit
The Prophet The Prophet (Dimitri)
 
KENJI
CS Link
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]
LOCATION:
Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ezra, Elias, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren
WHERE GIANTS SLEEP
Kenji took a moment to briefly exam the piece of paper he was handed. Turning it over in his hand, there was nothing particularly striking about it on the surface. It looked enough like an ordinary piece of paper. Gathering from Erza's words that it was likely a catalyst of some sort, Kenji tucked the flimsy sheet away into his outer coat pocket. There wasn't much point in wonder what the man's Potential was given apparently everyone else was well acquainted with it.

"Thanks Rookie." He stated flatly.

Shortly before he approached the dark crevice that had appeared beneath the dragon statue, jumped into it without another word, and vanished into the recesses of the newly revealed abyss.

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As Kenji plummeted some odd feet to the bottom of the series of tunnels, he contemplated with a smirk, the irony of the situation. Out of all the statues symbolizing the major gangs of New Oasis it just had to be the one symbolizing the Azure Dragons that lead them to discovering something, anything, on such a whimsical mission. A moment after this thought and Kenji's feet made contact with the cold hard stone of the bottom. Sending a dull pain up his shins as his dutifully weight followed him, it was this pain that allowed him to register the ground suddenly giving way under the force of his drop.

With it his foot quickly slipped out from beneath him, the next moment he could feel his body sailing towards the floor. The deft use of the Mugenjin for support was the only thing that saved him from cracking his head open as he caught himself and readjusted his stance. Gaining victory in yet another battle of his never ending war with gravity, Kenji offered up a word of caution.

"Watch your step."

With this he soon began to walk towards the numerous passageways that presented themselves in the dim light streaming from above. Whether the group's approaches to descending the depths would be as equally reckless or more coordinated and careful than his own would have to be seen by them. Seemingly unaffected by the otherwise bleak, and anxiety inducing chasm. Kenji quickly warmed up to his new surroundings as the subtle ache of his eyes soon disappeared, and the cold interior of the mines welcomed him with its cool embrace. The hairs on his neck would stand up in response as goosebumps ran up and down his entire body, due to the sweat that had accumulated beneath his long coat finally cooling. The sensation reminded him a bit of the nightlife of New Oasis in the colder months, along the outskirts and ruins of East District.

If you ignored the overpowering smell of coal and earth that attacked the senses relentlessly. It was a far more suitable place to catch a few hours of sleep than the surface at the very least. This was made all the more apparent when Kenji soon encountered yet another selection of diverging paths beyond the first. The chasm was really shaping up to be a labyrinth, and Kenji mused to himself about the possibility of a murderous minotaur. He paused to choose at random his next route of choice before continuing in his reckless abandon. With a casual snap of his fingers, his entire audial footprint from the sound of his footsteps to his breathing, all disappeared.

At this point he was also forced to produce his cellphone and turn on its external light. He had walked far enough to where the light of the park no longer reached the depths of the mineshaft. At the same time, he could faintly make out the sound of the others making their decent, as someone quickly dropped in as he had, without a word. He hadn't to guess who as he had already unconsciously memorized the woman's sound profile. Looking ahead one last time he killed the light on his phone in order to hopefully lose his loyal pursuer and was instantly enveloped in total and complete darkness. Unable to even see even his hand in front of his face, Kenji steadily continued, with the intent of finding a comfortable place to hide out for a while.

After about a minute of wandering aimless in absolute darkness his mind wondered back to the task at hand. The fact they had found this hidden maze begged the question of what exactly it was designed for, if not merely being remnants of the past. What were they all in search of in the first place? The Jack hadn't revealed any details up to this point and seemed content to remain tight lipped. However, she eventually would need to relent on some things, as she couldn't keep their curiosity in the dark forever. Gripping the Mugenjin securely incase he were to trip again, Kenji considered the possibility of another relic being hidden away among the confines of an abandoned coal mine. He smiled to himself in the gloom, as it would be befitting of his old gang and their "established ways".


The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit Lucem Lucem @ Saturn_moon Saturn_moon @Kyuubey
 
SOPHIA ALBRECHT
SCENE:
Securing the Future
LOCATION:
East District, Tech Expo, Delegate/Press Lounge
PARTICIPANTS:
Sophia (NPC), Chikage
Securing the Future
Every second of silence, no matter how minimal, felt searingly painful for Sophia. She knew her thoughts had to focus on the now, but it felt impossible. The letter said—he said he would be here... That was the whole reason the expo and this meeting was held. So why wasn't he here...? Her fists clenched, and her gaze tilted downward.

She took a slow breath. She couldn't afford to cry here. When Sophia looked up at Chikage, she was calm again. "To start, I would like if we made ourselves comfortable. This meeting room has staff to hand out drinks and other sorts of refreshments." She motioned her head towards a pair of double doors leading to the back area. As she did so, a server pushed out and left the door swinging back and forth.

The first swing, Sophia thought her eyes played tricks on her. The second swing, and her mind blanked. Third swing, and her eyes locked with the person inside.

Wordless she threw herself out of her seat, rushing towards the door as it slowed. Her hand connected to it with a bang; now even Chikage could peer inside, where a man over six feet, white in suit (save for a purple undershirt), in hair, and in beard stood unmoved. A purple geometrical scar ran down his left cheek. Sophia fell to her knees, and a muffled sniffling began. "The surprise has been spoiled..." came a loud, gruff voice.

The man inside walked over to Sophia, setting an empty cup aside. He grabbed the woman in a hug, lifting her to her feet as she embraced him back. Her cries filled the once silent room. "Where... How... You...?"

He hushed her gently. "You've outdone yourself, Sophia. I'm proud of you... I will tell you everything... but not here." His sharp eyes went over to Chikage, and he smirked. His gaze then went the sole server, who broke into a cold sweat at eye contact. "She's overwhelmed. Please, take her to the back until she's settled down."

"D-Dear...?"

"We will talk when you are at your best. For now... please forgive my selfishness... and wait just a little longer for me." With little to no resistance, Sophia let go of him, and with the server's insistence, disappeared behind the double doors. Again, it was silent.

Well, if not for the now-incoming whirring sounds of propellors. The man in white took brisk steps towards Chikage's table, and as he did so, several of the Guardian drones seen buzzing around the expo flew inside the room. They made it through openings near the ceiling, stopping at a hover above the man's shoulders. Their cameras adjusted and clicked, aimed at the police chief. Towards the back of the room, only now becoming apparent, a few other drones flew into a slotted machine, folding their wings and protrusions to shut off for recharging.

All of this as if to say one thing:

You are in my domain.

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"I am sorry about that, Chief. I did not plan on making a scene out of this, but such is the nature of people like myself." He sat himself down, leaned forward. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but all you need to know now is that I, Lars Albrecht, am the one you'll be making a deal with, and that we both want the same thing: to make New Oasis—and in turn, Amestria—a better place. And as you know full well, some people aren’t used to an environment where excellence is expected."

Just like that, the man missing for two years was before Chikage, going as if he never missed a beat. "The first step to this goal is to unite my company with your police force. Your faith in us, for our technology and limitless supplies."

Lars raised a hand at his side. A clutter echoed from the kitchen, and then a tray with two cups and a bottle of scotch burst through the doors. They were each wrapped in a glowing, purple motherboard pattern. The tray landed on their table, and like clockwork the bottle unscrewed itself, pouring in each cup while Lars barely moved a muscle. "Do you drink?"

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SECURING THE FUTURE
CS Link
SCENE:
Securing the Future
LOCATION:
East District, Tech Expo, Private Meeting Room (Crime Scene)
PARTICIPANTS:
Jesper, Sophie, Amari, Kasumi
Securing the Future
Kasumi would find that the security cameras only covered the centralized area of the expo and lacked presence in any of the surrounding rooms. And in the footage itself, though lacking audio, gave what it could.

12:00-09
The special guests were officially allowed inside.
Esperanza and Reyner arrived together first.
Griffin arrived a few minutes later.
Zhou arrived after that.

12:10-19
Esperanza and Reyner disappeared north of the expo, out of camera sight.
Griffin followed the same direction a while later, disappearing from sight as well
Zhou still remained in footage.
Ariadne arrived, walking straight northwest until she disappeared from footage.
Vasya arrived and waited at the entrance.

12:20-29
Esperanza and Reyner emerged into the cameras again, separating from each other.
Esperanza meets with Vasya.
Reyner disappears southwest.
Griffin emerged into view again. He is caught in conversation with Zhou.
Carver entered the expo.

12:30-39
Esperanza is left by Vasya, and she goes south of the cameras. Carver followed.
Vasya disappears northwest.
Reyner reappeared again and stays in the "IOT Innovations" booth.
Zhou and Griffin still talk and have walked a little distance.

12:40-49
Esperanza emerges again and goes west, and Carver hurriedly chased after.
Vasya encountered Reyner, and they looked to be arguing.
Ariadne reappears in footage, going towards the "Blockchain/Cybersecurity" booth. She is stopped by Griffin, and they chat.
From another camera, Zhou can be seen eavesdropping behind one of the smaller booths.

12:50-59
Static. That specific time frame was erased from the CCTV, and by the look of it, not even the stationed guards knew or realized until now.

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JESPER ALBRECHT
CS Link
SCENE:
Securing the Future
LOCATION:
East District, Tech Expo, Private Meeting Room > Eighteen 86 Cafe
PARTICIPANTS:
Jesper, Amari, Sophie, Kasumi
Securing the Future
It was reassuring, knowing everyone was here with him. From his two house staff to Kasumi, at whose text Jesper smiled dumbly to himself. He would've understood if she went home after the... discovery... but he still felt relief knowing she'd be here to help. With Sophie's absurdly large bottle (and his subsequent refusal of the offer), Jesper would've forgotten all about the dead body in the room if it weren't for the lingering smell.

After acknowledging the maids and sending a reply to Kasumi, Jesper was off towards the first questioning.

Ariadne was not actually too far from the murder spot, only a brisk walk left and into the neighboring Eighteen 86 Cafe. The Albrecht heir noticeably kept himself against the wall, almost afraid that someone among the expo's hundreds of guest would recognize him. He remembered the glorified attention his father garnered every time he went out; he never fathomed how someone could enjoy that kind of limelight...

Opening the door to the cafe was like stepping into a new dimension: one of bright colors, as though cast in sunlight, contrasting to the tech-heavy atmosphere of the expo. A near instantaneous atmosphere of calm fell over them—with a looming floral scent—as it seemingly had with the other customers.

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Though that was quickly dashed away by the grotesque sight of three... people? Living corpses? Zombies. Very obedient zombies, surrounding a woman at a table against the glass wall. And though he looked on in muffled horror, Jesper recognized the woman as one of the district's court judges, Judge Sandra Blanc (she often met with his parents)—and one of the first people to arrive at the official start of the expo.

"She came in right after the expo opened," Jesper whispered for Amari. "We should talk to her after Ariadne... she could have seen something."

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Then, "Jesper? Is that you?"

Back leaned against the cafe counter, Ariadne greeted the two with a smile. "You've grown so much since I last saw you~" Jesper only chuckled in response; he did not dare to say he didn't remember her. As he got closer, she gently picked herself up straight. "Where's your mother?"

He recalled his mom talking about this childhood friend of hers—this person was likely it. "She's stuck in an important meeting at the moment... B-But—"

"Shame. We have so much to catch up on..." She sighed nonchalantly, though squinting her eyes slightly open as if to glare at the Albrecht heir. Her tone lowered; her smile remained, but now coming across in a different light. "Though I believe you're not here to say hi, are you?"

Jesper gulped internally. How did people even tell others why they're a suspect? "I'm just gonna say... your drug—"

"Side business."

He cleared his throat. "Your side business makes you the likely source of the poison that was used."

Ariadne seemed to be expecting that, going off of her lack of significant reaction.

And Amari indeed smelled the same, matching poison on Ariadne. However...

"Yes. My 'side business' provides me with all kinds of herbs and poisons... But I suppose I shall confess. I did bring along a few vials of poison, specifically abrin. A few others wanted to purchase it off me, and I figured doing the transactions here would be most convenient." She lifted three fingers, lowering them as she spoke. "I gave one to Griffin, one to Vasya, and the last... was stolen."

Well. If there was any hope for a quick and simple end, it was misplaced. Jesper rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying not to let the weight of it all sink in.

Ariadne noticed his distress, as well. "Tell you what, young Albrecht." Her eyes flickered to Amari for a moment. "I offer the services of my info network. You can ask me anything about the suspects—their relationships, their desires, whatever other question—and I will do my best to provide an answer. I wish this case be resolved for Sophia's sake. She's been through too much for this kind of life..."
- Question Ariadne on whatever
- Question Sandra on if she saw anything strange

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TATSUYA TSUCHIYA
CS LINK
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD HQ ,Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya
TACTICAL MAYHEM


What the fuck?

Twenty-three. That was the amount of times Tatsuya had tripped over his own feet and nearly fallen over as he made his way throughout the precinct. The booms, the screams, the gunfire, the alarm– it was all more than enough to snap the detective out of yet another obsessive report he had been typing away at. When he reacted to all the noise, he had jumped so far out of his chair that his cup of espresso had nearly spilled all over his computer when he finally landed again.

WhatTheFuckWhatTheFuckWhatTheFuckWhatTheFuckWhatTheFuckWhatTheFuck!!!

By the time he reached the second floor, the trip-count rose to twenty-seven. With his knife clenched tightly within his hand, he cautiously activated his potential, completely removing him from the ‘world’ for as long as he could keep it up for. Despite this, he was still sneaking around and taking cover at every corner like his training had taught him to.

Thankfully, things were still fairly tame on the second floor. He relaxed a bit, walking out from his cover and listening for any potential signs that danger had reached the area. What the hell was going on?! Were they under attack? But, who would be crazy enough to attack the Police in broad daylight?

Then, it dawned on him: His radio! An essential item for officers and detectives alike to carry with them at all times in order to communicate and relay information at lightning-fast speeds without having to be anywhere near each other! He’d just tune into his radio and ask what the hell was going on.

His hand reached for his hip, only to feel nothing but air.

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…

Tatsuya had half the mind to scream in frustration as he retraced his steps and remembered that his radio had conveniently been placed in his desks drawer to keep him from getting distracted while he worked on his report. And, even though there would literally be zero consequences from doing so, he practiced self-control and refrained from it. Why the hell would he do something as stupid as that?! Now he was screwed, and–

“Comin’ to you, Riot.”

He nearly jumped out of his socks when he heard the voice, followed by the gentle squeaking of the door that led to one of the emergency exits in the building. It was someone he’d never seen before, clad in all orange and black like some kind of sun-tanned bumblebee. He had a malicious grin on his face, and he was making his way straight towards him.

… Wait, what?

“Guh!” Tsuya exclaimed, taking a step back when the man started walking towards him. What should he do? This guy was definitely not there to file a report, but revealing himself to an unknown potential opponent could mean death. He didn’t know what this guy was capable of, but he was approaching him at a dangerously fast speed, he had to do something– quick!

He had no other choice.

Take this, you god-damned orange!

Right when the flaming-hot man was about to walk into him, he raised his hand, curling it into a fist and slamming it into his chest, abruptly pulling him into the same plane of existence that he was in.

Woah… He thought, examining his hand after the punch. It wasn’t often that he actually got to hit someone. He wasn’t exactly the strongest cop, so he normally had to resort to some eccentric form of trickery to make things happen. It was either that, or he was the one getting hit.

But, man…

Getting a lick in sure felt good! He could get used to this! Maybe, after all this was said and done, he’d buy a punching bag for his apartment. His eyes looked over at the man he hit once again, and the proud grin stapled onto his face… immediately switched places with a horror-filled expression.

Oh, right.

Unfortunately, what Tatsuya had forgotten for a brief second before he hit the guy, was that any physical contact between the two was now mutual. And because of that, his bandaged hands instantly shot into the sky in surrender, and the clanking of his knife hitting the ground broke the brief silence that followed his ‘assault’.

“WAITIWAITWAITWAITWAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!” He pleaded, praying that he wouldn’t receive what he had just dished out.



TATSUYA/POST NOTES

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EUN JI-YOUNG
CS Link
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]
LOCATION:
Akira's Office, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
| Pablo | Akira | Ji-Young | Dante | Welsha |
The Faceless Fox
Ironically enough, hearing Akira talk felt like snakes slithering all over her back. He would’ve done well as a Serpent, and it was a small measure of comfort that he decided to stick with the Tigers instead. She took the proffered manila folder and read through the contents, almost feeling sorry for the man who unwittingly placed his life (and finances) in the hands of Akira Tsuchiya. The destination was set, the target defined, and all Ji-Young had to do was collect on Anthony Carbone’s obligations. The sooner she could finish this job and be done with Akira, the better.

As Akira literally vanished from sight, Ji-Young turned to the others with a simple nod and made to leave, until a bulb turned on in her head and shed light on a name she shouldn’t have forgotten. She turned back and walked towards the side of the table where the green-haired assistant of Akira sat with her lovely dog. Ji-Young tapped twice on the monitor to catch her attention, and said, “Apologies for not recognizing you earlier, Kiwi. I’ll be busy now working on your boss’ commission, but once we’re all done with this, I hope we can have another cup of tea at that place you like.”

And with a quick smile, Ji-Young exited the office and traveled back to her condo to plan.

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Room 2304 of the Acacia Tower Residences was a two-bedroom suite designed by an architect from Seol. Ji-Young also called it home, for now. The floors were darkwood, cool to Ji-Young’s bare feet as she walked towards the expansive living area. A sectional sofa in the shape of an L stood in the middle, facing a white wall with a 50” flat screen 4K smart television mounted on it. Below it was a bench crafted out of black-painted wood displaying some of Ji-Young’s books stacked neatly through its glass cabinet. Light filtered through a glass window that took up an entire wall of the room, giving Ji-Young a similar view from her Agency’s office.

She took a moment to take it all in once more. Like a still-life painting, the whole of the Western District spread out before her in its towering glory. A place of towering edifices crafted from glass, steel, and concrete, boasting more money than everywhere else in New Oasis. In spite of all the bloodshed and backstabbing brewing in the shadow of those monoliths, it was a beautiful place. It was saddening, then, that he who ruled over it was threatening to throw it all into chaos.

Focusing herself on the task at hand, she entered her bedroom, which was somewhat bare of furniture aside from the queen-sized bed and the bedside table with a reading lamp and a single picture frame on it. She stepped into her walk-in closet which lit up as soon as it sensed her presence. To her left was a row of various suits and slacks, most of which she had tailored from Sylvie’s shop (which reminded her to schedule another private fitting with the man when she had the chance). To her right was a more eclectic mix of clothes: pink hoodies and torn denims, navy blue crop tops and jean shorts, and many others. Half of the space was occupied by a table with several mannequin heads bearing a collection of wigs. And at the far wall was a tall mirror, showing Ji-Young’s current, stylish form back to her.

But her outfit would not do if she wanted to operate within Phoenix territory. While she had a personal policy to wear only a three-piece suit with no wigs when doing commissions, she didn’t fancy the idea of people outside the Western District knowing what she looked like. So, she glanced towards the right side of the closet, a finger tapping on her chin as she mulled over which Eun Ji-Young would the South District see that day.

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The Hayabusa roared as Ji-Young sped through the bridge that connected the West and South districts. Based on her GPS, her destination was a few minutes away. One of the advantages of having a motorbike was the ability to ignore traffic, so she gripped the handles tight and rode with wild abandon. A few minutes were squeezed into two, and Ji-Young slowed to a stop in front of the bright neon lights of Club Celestia. She dismounted the bike and took off her cat-eared helmet, revealing long, black hair tied into thick twin tails. Her three-piece suit was traded for a pink jacket over plain white t-shirt and pink sweatpants. The Oxfords became a pair of white Weezys, and her once somber face now bore a smile that could brighten a room.

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She stepped up to the club’s entrance, ignoring the glares from the other people in line, and flashed a grin to the huge bouncer standing guard. “Heyas! I’m here for the big boss man. You know, this big, always smiling? Like me!” she pointed to her lips for emphasis. “Something about the fox digging into the charcoal?”

The bouncer, who was looking ready to throw out this bubblegum peppy girl into the curb, lit up in recognition of the code phrase. He nodded silently, and made way for Ji-Young to enter. “Thanks much!” Ji-Young said, patting the man on his immense shoulder.

Once inside, Ji-Young was surprised to find that the music wasn’t that loud, the patrons weren’t that rowdy, and she breathed without feeling the urge to vomit. As per the instructions, she waltzed towards the highest balcony and to Anthony’s office, shooting smiles and waves to patrons and other guards alike. After a few flights of stairs, she stood before another bouncer (much larger than the one at the entrance, Ji-Young almost couldn’t believe her eyes). His bulky arms were folded, his tinted glasses shifted in the slightest hint of acknowledgement.

“Hey heyo! I really need to see the boss man, like, right away. Some important stuff about the fox digging into the charcoal or something like that, y’know?”

Another look of recognition, and the bouncer stepped aside, allowing Ji-Young access to the office. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside, her mask firmly in place, her mission foremost in mind. All the way, a gentle wind caressed the back of her neck, giving her a boost in confidence. Whatever their meeting would bring, Ji-Young was ready to face it head-on.

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TENEBROSITY
CS Link
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [Filth in the Gutter]
LOCATION:
Lab Icarus, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius, Rutheless, some serps and dragos
The Filth in the Gutter
“Hup!” Ten let out, wiggling their legs a little when they couldn’t feel the floor beneath them anymore. They squeezed the serpent-haired woman tightly up until she put them back down. They leaned into her touch with a smile, disappointed when she moved towards Darius.

They were about to respond to her offer before getting cut off by Darius, prompting them to cross their arms and nod in agreement. Moments before Ten tried to reply to Ruthe a second time, a thunderous boom rang out through the lab. A worried hand wrapped around Ten’s arm and yanked them towards the source of the hand.

Dazed, and with a sense of confusion displayed on their face, Ten’s head darted around. Suddenly, they could “see” so many more people. The flora outside and the surrounding invaders were now in Ten's metaphorical sights, all thanks to the new holes in the northern walls. When the speaker buzzed alive, they paused.

Their confusion was quickly replaced with a short cackle as the announcement ended. Once Darius let go of them, Tenebrosity turned around and offered a goodbye to Ruthe. Then, they looked back to Darius and nodded at his instruction, pulling their hands behind their back and swaying.

However, just as quickly as Darius issued the command, he took it back after running into the girl Ten had already been expecting to see— Yuna.

Now, Ten was supposed to follow Darius.

They gave their boyfriend a thumbs up and a nod. Ten took a solid second to brush dirt off of their clothes before they sunk onto the floor. They moved themselves to overlap with Darius’ real shadow, for extra stealth.

Ten was a fan of this plan. Sure, Darius only asked for it for Ten’s own safety. But to Ten, this meant opportunity. Opportunity to surprise, to strike, to secure. To have some fun. Oh, but first, they have to keep Darius safe. Can't let him die.

Ten partially popped out of shadow form, their torso and up being physical. “Dairy,” they whispered, slowly so as to try to not stutter. “There’s a- there- there- there’s a lot of… people shadows… outside, heading inside. Every angle… except…. the entrance. We're hea- heading... right.. to- towards them... And.. someone else.. is co.. coming over to a window to o.. our left. We.. could turn ar.. ound. Be… ca.. careful.” They smiled, returning to full silhouette, and continuing to shadow their partner.
 
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PIXEL (Cleo Silva)
CS Link
SCENE:
Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]
LOCATION:
Lab Icarus, North District—Moving south of Loading Bay
PARTICIPANTS:
Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Jiak (NPC)
Filth in the Gutter
Silva surfed through the air upon his makeshift board of luminescent composition. With half a mind on controlling his blades, the other half thought that this would be a great time for a picture!

Barely gliding over the truck-tops, he whipped out his phone and held it out in front of him, seeing his own reflection on the screen, as well as the goings-on behind him, such as Ruriko opening up a portal to slip through the fence.

Upon his face, despite the mask and goggles concealing it, he smiled big and held up a peace sign. However, when came the flash and shutter at the command of his thumb, the resulting image showed only the back of his head.

He’d turned to see the portal with his own eyes, and he watched as Ruriko, Schroeder, and Laura passed through before disappearing into the maze of vehicles.

Inside the warehouse, his glowing blades maintained their structure but ceased motion and fell. They clattered against the floor like real metal, save for one or two stuck in the walls, coated in the blood of their victims.

Within the split-second falter of Silva’s concentration, his levitating board conformed to gravity and tipped downward at the front, at which point it met with the side of a freight-truck’s trailer and catapulted its user forward.

Maintaining momentum, Silva soared and rolled across the top of the trailer, dropped off its side, and hit the ground with a clank and thud, the clank being a result of his prosthetic legs. Sprawled, now, he laid disoriented, facing the sky. Turning his head, he spotted the cyan glow of his board through the truck’s massive tires and blinked. Without his influence, it was just another inanimate object bound to the laws of physics.

All it took was a thought and the thing burst into millions of minute specks of illumination that raced toward him, and they floated idly around him as he got to his feet and brushed himself off, shaking his head like a wet dog.

And then he laughed. Squirming with amusement, Silva spat loudly, obnoxiously, to the point that his eyes watered and he had to lift his goggles to wipe them. For a moment, with his back pressed against the truck’s trailer, the world became an indistinguishable blur per his impaired vision, but everything cleared once the goggles were in place again. He was as reckless and goofy as ever, often forgetting he’d just woken from a ten-month coma only six months ago.

Speaking of… What was that officer's name again?

Just then, Silva realized he’d lost his phone in the tumble and, with frenzied hands, patted himself down whilst pacing backwards circles. His pixels danced with him; though, more gracefully. This way and that proved the device was not within sight, so he dropped to his hands and metal knees and peeked under the freight-truck. Still nothing.

It took the blaring of a nearby horn and growl of a powerful engine to remind him of the more important task at hand.

With a jolt and flex of the mind, his pixels transformed. Inside, glowing blades deconstructed and led a path of light through the shattered windows to Silva as he recalled them, but before they reached him, Silva was kicking off the ground on a skateboard straight for the warehouse.

He picked up speed with telekinetic assistance, crouched to hold onto the skateboard, then jumped into the building through one of the windows. At the same time, the skateboard dispersed into a cloud of pixels and quickly turned into a pair of wings upon the Dragon’s back. He faced left, darted forward, and the wings folded around him. They carried him spiraling down the corridor. A cyan blur was all that was seen as he bulldozed anything in his path for a short distance before halting to play eeny-meeny-miny-moe with his surroundings.

“Manzana~ Manzana~ Manzana podrida~... Uno, dos, tres… Salida~”

Silva pointed to his right and grinned.

He stepped in the chosen direction, allowing his wings to vanish, and relaxed his hands behind his head as he advanced deeper into the building. Following him, the vibrant glow of pixels lit up his space, itching for a command.

“Five, four, three, twooo~ Cleo Silva is coming for youuu~ HEH-HEH-HAHAHAHAAA!!”
SILVA/POST NOTES​
— —What he's wearing: (Click) Leather aviator cap, mask, and green-tinted goggles; Open green jacket w/ open grey jacket underneath (no undershirt); Grey shorts; Fingerless gloves; No shoes because metal feet

— —Silva's hair is spray-dyed green this time around. Due to wearing his aviator cap, Silva's hair cannot currently be seen.

— —He smells harshly of chemicals from the spray-on hair-dye that he uses.

— —Pixels: No current constructs

— —POST RECAP: Silva tries to take a selfie but fails. He falls off a freight-truck and loses his phone. Hears Schroeder's car horn and engine roar. He makes a skateboard and enters the building, goes left, then right in Darius' group's direction.

 
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NPC POST - VASYA (played by gxxberkit gxxberkit )
SCENE:
Securing the Future
LOCATION:
East District, Tech Expo Display Booths
PARTICIPANTS:
Jesper, Sophie, Amari, Kasumi
Securing the Future

The light clacking of his Wingtips was the only noise that came from the tiger-haired man. He adjusted the cuff of his suit, eyes gazing over the trinkets and doo-dads displayed on the exhibits.

Lots of things, new, old, or remodeled, out for everyone—not many people, really—at the convention to see. It was something to look forward to while everything blew over and he waited to be approached.

He stopped at one booth, gently leaning over to investigate an item closer. It was beautiful. A fiery red item with shiny golden accents that seemed to glow in the expo’s lighting. From what it looked like, it seemed to be a smart watch made to be eye-catching. However, that wasn’t all it did.

It also caused tears to prick at the young man’s eyes. Easily, he blinked them away, turning to the person sitting down in front of him. "I’d like to buy this. Please."

The person looked up at the man, giving him a short nod and telling him the price of the watch. Within his jacket pocket, he dug, briefly pulling out… something else, before replacing it and retrieving his actual wallet. He handed over the money in exchange for the watch and gave the concessionist a slight smile.

Turning around, he put the flame-colored watch on his wrist and tucked it under his sleeve. He continued forward with his hands behind his back, watching the electronic knicknacks go by.

azenva azenva
 
Alicia Morel
CS Link
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Lucky Rabbit Casino; Alice's Penthouse
PARTICIPANTS:
Alice, Charlie, Dante, Hector, Hide, Mizuya, Raquel, Zach
Whole World Blind
So far, so good. The guests were all elated to see Alice again; she was surprised that she remembered some of the faces coming in.... As much of a shock that it was, learning her entire existence with the Tigers was not as it seemed... she had to admit, once she got past the shock and horror, this life did not feel as bad as her mind made it out to be. She forgot what it was about these parties that made it so fun—fun enough to sweep her and everyone else along the flow, enough to make her forget she even lost an eye. Everyone: smiling.

Even though a part of her knew it was the tea they came for—that made them happy.

Alice's smile faltered. Did they see her, or her Potential?

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. One quick peek at the notification, and her smile returned, much softer than before.

Once the tea party was over, she'd be able to read his message.

That was her thought at the time. She could not have predicted the entrance of a certain dancer barging in! Nobody even told her, and by the look of it, not even Nico was aware of what was happening. As Alonzo made his sudden speech, Alice subconsciously crossed her arms. What was this music? Just who would—Oh. Dante... Wait, Dante?! She almost jumped out of her seat, planting her hands on the table.

Alice could only watch idly as the dancers flowed inside, completely changing the atmosphere of the tea party. One by one, her guests were plucked from their chairs and into the burlesque dance. She... did not know what to think of this. Her hands went from the table to holding each other on her lap. Her body naturally closed inward, as soon she was the only one left sitting.

Then the music changed, and the feeling multiplied tenfold. Alice's body couldn't turtle up anymore—she lifted her legs and hugged her knees instead. Her face flushed warm as the embarrassing lyrics played. What a strange happening this was...

Yet, she watched in awe as Dante glided through the air, the other dancers orbiting him so effortlessly. Wait. Was he getting closer...?

Before she knew it, she, too, had left the table.

Alice felt no control over her body, yet she followed the dance pattern to a T. All her thoughts became nothing but a blur, and she knew full well that her face was now akin to a ripe peach. It was his question that snapped her out of the trance. "W-What are you doing, Dante...?" she whispered sharply to his ear. "You didn't... I don't..." In her jumble of words, Alice let out a quiet, nerve-wracked squeal.

She'd never felt so embarrassed before...

On the floor, Nico looked on with boredom puffing his mouth. If any of the guests spread word about Alice's parties developing a more mature atmosphere, it would surely bounce back and reflect on him... Sighing, the former idol marched to Alonzo, putting on his signature cutesy smile and demeanor. "Excuse me, mister, but Nico was never told of this dance beforehand! Are you sure you didn't make a mistake prepping this? Wrong place? Wrong time?" His tone fell flat. "Because if Nico tells the Tigers that you messed up Alice's grand return and ruined Nico's progress in making her come out of her shell, they won't be very happy with you, no?"
Nico - #F47A94

The Regal Rper The Regal Rper
 
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CLUB CELESTIA
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]
LOCATION:
South District
THE FACELESS FOX

When Ji-Young pushed the door open, she was welcomed inside of the large office of Anthony Carbone. While during the later hours of the day she would have most likely stepped into a dimly-lit room with loud music blasting, various illegal substances scattered about, several investors and business partners drunkenly yapping to each other, and a plethora of half-naked women scarfing down expensive liquor, the room was instead fairly calm thanks to the time of day.

Near the end of the office sat a man in a large, leather office chair. The back of the chair faced Ji-Young, as the man seated in it was silently facing the window. However, when the door clicked shut behind the young woman, it alerted him, prompting him to spin around and face her.

“Fuck me,” He groaned out as he turned. “Lets see what ugly prick you’ve sent to collect ‘yer stupid fuckin’ tax this time, you foxy sunova–”

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When the man’s diamond-blue eyes landed on her, he paused his speech, and his annoyed scowl grew into a pleased smirk. It seemed that his vulpine friend had finally decided to put an end to his fucking games.

Women were one of Anthony’s strongest weaknesses, and he was sure that this ‘Inari’ was more than aware of that, with the information he was capable of getting a hold of. So, he had been wondering this whole time: why the fuck was he only sending guys to pick up his money? It annoyed him down to the very last fiber of his being. He was tired of it.

Sure, he always paid anyway after complaining about it, but if the man dangling his life over his head wanted to keep their little… relationship civil, he could at least have the decency to send someone worth looking at to collect every once in a while.

“Hmm~” He mused, eyeing Ji-Young up and down with lustful eyes. “Well, you’re not an ugly prick at all, are ya? Quite the opposite, if ya ask me.”

Without waiting for an answer, he gestured his hand toward the many chairs in the room, allowing the woman to take her pick.

“Sit.”

After a few seconds passed, the gray-haired man rested his head on top of his hands, his eyes unwavering as he looked at the collector. Then, suddenly, he raised one hand and snapped his finger.

In an instant, a door behind the built-in bar opened, and a bartender stepped out. She didn’t say a word, instead immediately grabbing two chilled glasses and placing them on the bar, awaiting her next orders from her employer with a gentle smile on her face.

“Mm. Gimme the Bellissima. Neat.”

Immediately, the bartender reached for a bottle of expensive scotch whiskey, pouring it into the glass, placing it on the table in front of Anthony, and returning to the bar. Her eyes now laid on Ji-Young, though she remained silent.

“Don’t worry, Bambina,” He reassured her as he lifted his glass up, slightly leaning back in his seat and examining his drink as he swirled it around. “I do this for every fuck that bastard sends here. Go ‘head and take ‘yer pick. No matter how much it costs. I even got Calrissian in there, if you’re a wine girl.”


YumenoTsukishiro YumenoTsukishiro
 
EUN JI-YOUNG
CS Link
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]
LOCATION:
Akira's Office, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
| Pablo | Akira | Ji-Young | Dante | Welsha |
The Faceless Fox
Ji-Young didn’t know which was worse: standing in Akira’s office, or hearing this sleazy bag of a man talk to her. The moment his eyes landed on her she felt disgusted to her very skin. Her mask threatened to undo, but she remembered her job. She was a professional. She faced worse people than this greasy example of a man.

Smiling as best as she could at Anthony, she sat down on the chair directly across the table from him. She kept silent all the time Anthony showed off his power and money (stocking Calrissian wine was no small feat), both of which meant nothing to the woman. He owed Akira money for screwing up big time in the past. People like that tend to repeat history often, and soon.

“No alcohol for me, Mister Anthony. It doesn’t agree with my body, you see?” Ji-Young said, pointing to her abdomen. “Now if your nice lady over there can brew me a cup of Ceylon Lumbini tea, that’d be great!”

Ji-Young leaned back a little onto her chair, feeling comfy despite the situation. Her choice of tea wasn’t random; it was one of the more expensive types of tea imported from overseas. She wanted to see how much she could get out of the man sitting before her, perhaps something she could use in the future to her benefit. “So, big boss man, I’m curious why someone like you with a big club like this keeps paying some sort of tax to a man like, erm, my client. I mean, I think you can just pay the whole thing off and be done with it! No hassle, y’know?”

Interactions: Nobody Special Nobody Special
 
CHARMY DEVLIN
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]
LOCATION:
Dilapidated Clinic, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Dagger, Guinevere, Jack
SILENCE FOR THE DAMNED
She hadn’t been sure what to expect. The only question that she had bothered considering was the authenticity of the man standing in the same room as her. Once that had been sealed and clarified, it was just a matter of submitting to curiosity. Things, as of late, had amounted to disappointment after disappointment. The world kept spinning, but you couldn’t tell so easily could you? The body adjusts. It accounts for the speed and direction, watering the motion down into nothingness.

Life was the same.

She wasn’t sure yet if this was a step backwards or not yet, but it was new. New was promising, and so was the prospect of meeting someone new. Explanations and reasonings were left unsaid, but what was spoken filled in everything Charmy needed to know. This was someone not yet aware they had been slotted as a cog in someone else’s machine. Not too unlike herself.

The most she could muster was akin to a short groan. The interruption of a bullet made sure of that.

To Charmy, however, it wasn’t an unwelcome intrusion. She wasn’t sure what the shooter sought to gain by announcing their presence, but it wasn’t for her to try and unravel. It wasn’t her Potential that gave her such confidence at this moment either. It was the man she accompanied. He was not someone who could be silenced by straightforward means, and she doubted anyone had the time nor knowledge to assemble a suitable plan.

He had died before though, so calling him infallible would be careless. Yet he still stood here, above death.

“Goodness no.” She laughed. “You can consider me one whose curiosity has rewarded them.”

Talking to ghosts, or zombies, or whatever this woman was capable of, did not offer Charmy the slightest bit of comfort. She wasn’t sure what Roland had planned, but if familiarity became necessary it would do so naturally. This unease didn’t end with the introduction, and followed into his question.

“Feel?” She frowned “Do you mean the air? The mood? Luck escapes me on enigmatic matters.”
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AZURE DRAGONS
SCENE:
Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]
LOCATION:
Zhànzhēng Resort, East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiram, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie
RIPPLES OF STARDUST
Meeting Spot​
Oh dear.

Content with the result of the exchange, the two men had readied themselves to evacuate the premises.

Only that wasn’t what happened. One loud shriek, two potentials, and some quality sedatives later and two unconscious bodies crumpled onto the toasty pavement. The two resounded in one hefty thump each, as their limbs went slack and their voices became replaced with sound breathing.

The fox was freed, nuzzling its way out of the heavy prison of arms, and bounding up and down on the fallen man, once then twice, then hopping down onto the ground. A single yip escaped its twitching snout before it darted over to the floored scoop of melting ice cream. It gave a timorous lick, then quickly lapped at the liquidating sweet. Once it was content it stuck the majority of its snout into what remained, closing its eyes and dropping its small form against the concrete.

Without a doubt, the commotion had attracted unwanted attention, but none dared to do more than offer condemnatory gazes, or hushed whispers. Those drawn to the scene by the wailing chose to meander towards their planned destinations, but it was not something that could be said for everyone. There were those whose courses changed, giving the group suitable space and others who could be seen backtracking from where they came. The most audacious had retrieved their devices to capture pictures. The young were scolded, but many went without discipline.

It might be best to get a move on.

Zhànzhēng Resort | Tour​
The woman clasped her hands together.

“That’s no problem at all, sir.” She peeled away from Omar, transitioning the conversation to a mobile one. “Zhànzhēng Resort is prided by our extensive array of services. It’s no secret that we offer lodging together with food and drink. Many think it’s limited to seafood, but that’s not the case. Due to the… events of today, the menu is somewhat smaller than usual. The same can be said for some of our activities, but there’s still plenty to do!”

As she led him between corridors, she stopped to take in his request.

“Conference room?” She took hold of the device that had been stashed at her side, and typed into it. “Well I suppose there is one of the presentation rooms. As much as we pride ourselves in our history, it’s just not the kind of thing for today.” She thought for a moment. “I’d need to run it by someone, but that’s just the standard process and all. It would just take a moment, and I could get that key for you.”

She typed one last thing before returning the tool to her side.

“Oh it’s no worry!” Her voice lightened, but the edge returned. “I’m Selina. I’m really supposed to be operating at the front desk, but got to be flexible under these circumstances, right?” Her eyes strayed. “Anyway, this here is the spa—fully functional—and just down the hall is one of our gyms. I’ll just go and get that key for you. Shouldn't be long.”

She turned to leave.
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Kiwi Dior Bonheur
CS Link
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 4 [Puzzling Directions]
LOCATION:
Akira's Office, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ji-Young, Akira (mentions delivery team)
Waiting Period...
Kiwi placed the phone back down on the desk with a sigh and a shake of her head.

She probably should’ve had lower expectations when she involved these three in the delivery, but that was her own fault. She just hoped the food they ordered would get out soon so they could start for the library.

The suited hand of one of Akira’s collectors, or something, for today suddenly reached into view, tapping on the monitor in front of Kiwi. She jumped in her seat a little, mumbling a “don’t touch my fuckin’...” as she turned around.

“Oh!” Kiwi’s eyes met a familiar woman’s face, staring as she apologized for whatever. “Nah, nah, s’fine. Didn't even notice.

“Yeah, I’m up for that. Yeah, yeah.

“Have fun,” she waved as the other began leaving.

Kiwi glanced at the other people in the office before turning clockwise. She stared unblinkingly when her gaze met an empty chair across from her.

Slowly, her eyes surveyed the room. He really wasn’t in here any more.

For the while that the other collectors stayed in the office, she scooted closer to her desk, keeping her head down and typing away on her laptop. The dog beneath her feet gently leaned against her.

She waited like that until she heard the last footsteps exiting the room.

As soon as the last person was gone, she gave a breath of relief, sticking her head into her hands. Anotha' legendary success, Kiwi.

Lifting her head with a light chuckle, she blinked to check on the delivery team’s food process. However, not long after Kiwi switched cameras, she heard Akira’s voice.

She switched back to her own view and turned her head towards him, an unamused look on her face. “Yeah.” The chair squeaked as she leaned back into it. “Sure, whateva’.”

Her gaze trailed over to the upper left corner of the office. “Just a delivery. Gotta get stuff to some guy. But with tha’ way they’re actin, s’like they’re deliverin’ food instead of a usb. Ooh, thas’ a good idea.” Turning to face the fox, she shot him some finger guns and a smile. “Maybe ya should gimme money ta’ start my own food delivery company. I’ll call it… Deliveriwi~ It’ll be famous all around the world. Erryone’s gonna be usin’ it.” Kiwi couldn’t help but laugh, moving a hand over her mouth in a quarter an effort to conceal it.

“Best investment ya could make!”



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