Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
The past few days had gone by fairly uneventfully for Shiro. The pain of the grievous injuries suffered at the hands of those loathsome sellswords in the Metaverse had soon dulled to a mild stiffness. It was possible to draw blood in that world, certainly. But the death proffered there was death in spirit even more than body, and that was just as decisive and deadly. The gang had set up camp in Ginza for the time being, though their little "operation" there would hopefully come to an end soon. The notion of shiny, clean hunting grounds with rich folk and tourists milling around seemed more appealing at first, but rich people meant more security, and more attention on the kind of scruffy louts they were. Even lifting a wallet was risky. Thankfully, they probably wouldn't need to stay there for much longer.
Sneaking into the school was a bit harder than it was before. Things seemed to be more tense than usual, and everyone was on edge. A few of the students seemed to be wearing the Order's pendants, too. Shiro couldn't wait to see the look on the Matriarch's face when they wiped the Order out...
"I have no intention of dressing in the manner of a fat cat like you." Shiro glanced at Morgana as she joined the rest of the Thieves at their table. "Do you believe we can garner wealth from our endeavors?"
She looked around at the others. For better or worse, she tended to stand out, and even the newcomers must have had strong impressions of her. "You have grown, Ogawa. Or what little you could in these past days. Let us go once more unto the breach, so that you may win your vindication." That sentence carried some hint of approval.
Sneaking into the school was a bit harder than it was before. Things seemed to be more tense than usual, and everyone was on edge. A few of the students seemed to be wearing the Order's pendants, too. Shiro couldn't wait to see the look on the Matriarch's face when they wiped the Order out...
"I have no intention of dressing in the manner of a fat cat like you." Shiro glanced at Morgana as she joined the rest of the Thieves at their table. "Do you believe we can garner wealth from our endeavors?"
She looked around at the others. For better or worse, she tended to stand out, and even the newcomers must have had strong impressions of her. "You have grown, Ogawa. Or what little you could in these past days. Let us go once more unto the breach, so that you may win your vindication." That sentence carried some hint of approval.