Fantasy 《WRATH》: Revival

[The Prophet]

Andri Zahair | Specialist | CS

First Variant | Instinct Enhancment | Partner(s): Amaryllis R. Walker

Interactions: Special Operations

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"Eh, okay. I see why I'm not sitting here with Swansong right now. Nothing for sightlines on the upper floor. Not really much for sightlines at all really, unless i want to sit on a hedge somehow."

Crossing his legs and tying up his hair to make sure it stayed out of the way, Andri looked down to the tablet balanced in his lap. Various pictures and videoes flitted through silently, catching the specialist up on the developing scene via a news channel's surprisingly well-done droneshots. Briefing was one thing, but the second to second development mattered too. If the Spec-Op transport's lack of proper ventilation compared to a personal vehicle was affecting him, he didn't show it. Instead, he focused on the matter at hand. Pictures of the hostages so there wasn't any hold up, Checking the channels for any info those on scene might have picked up, and making sure his shotgun was ready to play. "Gotta say, this is pretty bold. They gotta know they're on the backfoot here, right?" He asked no one in particular. Finishing with his hair he turned off the tablet, then turned his eyes to the rest of the occupants. Ael and Renji were being Ael and Renji, and that never got old. As much as he wanted to laugh, he had no desire to make her even angrier. At least right now anyways. God knew he would probably end up doing so despite his best efforts regardless. That fact drew a small laugh from his lips, likely proving the man's point as Andri winced.

The fresh air once they arrived felt great, chilly and crisp like a colder day should. The reporters were all over the entrance to the exreavagant mansion; he should bake something for those guys after this for drawing the heat off them, Andri affirmed. "Seeing the mansion in person doesn't do it justice; almost makes me feel bad about us about to go shooting in there. Did I bring too much stopping power? Nahh." His earpiece lit up, and so did Andri's smile when he recognized the voice. "Hey Cap', we're here....mhmm.....Got it, coming." Making sure to put his body in between the cameras and their view of his gun, Andri made his way up and past the scene at the gate, briefly slowing to wave towards some officers he was on friendly terms with.

SOME TIME LATER...

"..."

Andri was silent as the squad set up at the Captain's orders, weapon at the ready should things get hot. The orders were clear; get a read on the room and prep to breach and clear. They'd pince the poor fools inside, put them on ice, and then get all the hostages to safety. Quietly he whispered to Kamiko, raising his shotgun to accentuate his point. "I got the minister? Alright, not a scratch on em'. We got execute authority on Ibara? Once they let up enough for YS-35 and-" Andri paused his sentence to look at Lyss, a silent 'stay safe and come back in one piece' given before he got back to their Captain. Lyss would be fine and he trusted in their skills, but it didn't mean he couldn't wish them safety. Going back to his question, he acted like he hadn't stopped mid-sentence. "-KiS-03 to come crashing in, I don't want to kick that door down and have to waste time picking head or hand." Not that he couldn't stilll get the shot off either way, of course. They both knew that. But as The situation developed and the Ibara grunts prepare to no doubt spew some over the top message, he needed to know if they needed to call prisioner transport, or a cleanup crew.

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Jinxiannie on Twitter

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Andri watches the scene with the news, arrives, waves to cops as they go in, and then asks whether or not they're gonna shoot to kill.

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[CabbageAngel]

Dr. Ryan Furukawa | Deputy/Angel| CS

Escort | Anatomical Liberation | Partner(s): Tatsuo Iori / Kanku Tekina

Interactions: Tatsuo, Rinka, Hikari

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Dr. Furukawa lazily slumped out behind Tatsuo, much like the zombie his appearance evoked. He was covered in so much protective gear he was disappearing under it - Angels were very precious, and very vulnerable, especially non-combat focused ones like him - but his biggest line of defense was the disinterested expression he held as he looked over the situation. It hid the sweat prickling the back of his neck and the constant stream of Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out. that was playing in his head and only increasing in volume since watching his coworkers nearly get torn apart. These two...

"Don't cause anymore trouble for the Captain," he grumbled, in a dry voice that sounded like he just woke up. He always sounded like this. His eyes slid from side to side under his helmet to watch out for monsters. "I can't heal you, just.... study your corpse. Not that kind of doctor," he muttered under his breath. He unscrewed the top of a little flask and took a swig for courage. "It's tea," he clarified to whoever looked.

Ryan edged forward into the labyrinth, not straying too far from the group, just enough to look for signs of disturbance. There was a soft hissing that reached his ears as his boot dragged through fine silt. He crouched, slipped on a pair of glasses and fetched a glass tube from his sling bag, scooping up about a tablespoon of... ash.

"Now isn't... that... interesting," he murmured, shaking the glass. He popped on a cap and stood up, gesturing out with his arm for his Captain and her company to press forward. "Easy on the explosions, Rinka," he warned, sounding exasperated like he knew there was no point to it. "I'd like to have something to bring back to the lab. Make him promise, Hikari." There REALLY was no point in that.

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MEEEEE

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Really nothing but Ryan found the ash and put some in a test tube

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[Lucem]

Renji Tougo | Specialist | CS

First Variant | Enhanced Regeneration| Partner(s): Aelestra Axel

Interactions: Aelestra Axel, Sakurai Kamiko Beann FabulousTrash

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Despite heading into dangerous territory with the rest of his unit, Renji remained as calm as ever. Eyes closed, he tapped his finger on his knee as he softly hummed the notes of a nonexistent song. Rather than let himself be affected by fear or anxiety as he neared the scene of a terrorist attack, he kept the bad vibes at bay. Not even his prickly partner's negative energy could affect his mood right now. He was a zen master.

While he couldn't see what his partner was signing, he could still tell she was trying to get his attention. As he leaned against her arm, he could feel her gestures. He had no clue what she was saying, but it was most likely a touching confession. Today was their big anniversary, so Ael was probably eager to share her feelings of appreciation and joy, unable to contain herself after realizing how much their partnership meant to her. Ah, but now wasn't the time for that. There was a dangerous mission that needed their attention. The emotional moments could wait until later.

Unfortunately, his delusions were forcefully interrupted when Ael grabbed a fistful of his hair. As she yanked on his orange locks, he let out a low moan that was quickly suppressed by the cloth of his mask. "Ah, be gentle. I bruise easily."

The snow angel's sudden attack didn't do a good job of wiping the smirk from his face. Even though his expression couldn't be seen, it was clear from his tone that he was unperturbed by the rough treatment. After an entire year of this, he more or less figured out how to roll with it. Besides, it was nothing new. He'd already been through worse with other Escorts.

As he combed through his hair with his fingers, Renji noticed that the car had slowed. He could hear the commotion outside, the sounds of a restless crowd and the officers trying to keep things in order. It was finally time to go to work.

The moment the driver killed the engine, the smile fell from Renji's face. Silent, he stood and checked over his equipment one last time. Pulling on the cuffs of his gloves, he followed the rest of the group as they exited the vehicle. There was no more time for fun and games.

As soon as he stepped onto the snow-covered ground, he glanced at Ael before continuing the march. He may not have been as tolerant of the cold as his partner, but the time he spent around her was enough for him to get used to ice-cold temperatures. He'd always liked the winter weather anyway. However, he would've preferred his Pest uniform for this operation. That cozy coat would've been great to have.

As if she was reading his mind, Ael tossed a pair of gloves at him. Quick to catch them, Renji looked down and noticed that they actually covered the fingers. Astounding.

"So you do care." Holding the gloves against his chest, Renji allowed his smirk to return for a brief moment as he teased the ice queen.

The expression left as quickly as it came, Renji shifting gears once again as he pocketed the gloves. Unfortunately, they'd just get in the way if he put them on now. His current pair functioned as his primary weapons, so while trading them out would've been great for fighting the cold, it wouldn't have been so good for fighting Ibara. Assuming he made it out of the mansion in one piece, he'd be sure to wear them during the return trip.

Feeling a little more motivated than he'd been a second ago, he huddled around Kamiko with the others. He listened closely to the captain's orders, making sure the plan stayed in his head. One mistake could be fatal for them or the hostages, so it was important to follow directions. Unsurprisingly, Ael seemed to think differently.

When his partner walked off with a huff, Renji was quick to follow. He knew that trying to stop her would only lead to more problems, so he figured accompanying her was the best way to minimize any potential damage. Before leaving, he made sure to get the captain's attention, gesturing in the direction of his little grump before taking off.

When he finally realized what Ael was trying to do, Renji decided to report the situation right away. Getting on comms, he hit up the captain one last time. "We're in position, but 03 decided they wanted to go above instead of under. Should still be able to carry out the plan without issue. On standby until your signal."

After tattling to the principal about his partner's delinquency, he joined her on the roof, making his way up without issue. Until they got word from Kamiko, there was nothing to do except wait. How long they had to wait depended on how quickly the others were able to complete their tasks.

"Think you could make a barrier around the hostages to separate them from Ibara? Maybe a platform to get them to the roof so they don't get caught in the crossfire?" With nothing else to do, trying to come up with a plan of action for when they busted in was probably best. "I know you're not too keen on playing protector here, but the sooner we get them out, the sooner we get to go home. Besides, we might get a nice little bonus if we do a good job. A raise or a day off sounds pretty good to me."

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[Nano]

Saezuri Rikka | Red Rose | CS

First Variant | Enhanced Hearing | Partner(s): ???

Interactions: AriAriAbabwa , whoever's still in the room

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It was a shame that he didn’t work on Mondays. Between babysitting hostages and babysitting patients while getting their scans done, he much preferred the latter. Actually, maybe they weren’t that different after all. He also doubted that the hospital would have gotten much done today in the first place. Not with the way the city was in an uproar at Ibara’s latest operation which no doubt left the patients too nervous to sit still inside a clinic. Thus, here he was, keeping his ears keenly tuned to the gunshots, screams, and footfalls echoing around the mansion.

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from its tree, but as he stared intently at the younger Murakami, he couldn’t help but see her as any other doe-eyed civilian. Not much of a radical, he guessed. Without a doubt, she was a little goody two-shoes who truly believed that society will change for the better with pretty words alone. Not that he cared. Though the woman and her family attracted a lot of attention as the blood relatives of the man who created what was essentially an organization of terrorists, Rikka was far more interested in greedy people. Greedy men like Kotone Yasuda.

Having long finished his headcount on the number of Union rats that crawled into the mansion, Rikka slid off the table he’d previously been using as a seat. Though the lower half of his face was covered by a black mask, the golden eyes peering out from jet-black fringe carried a sparkle of amusement. “You swap sides quickly for someone claiming he’s ready to become the latest public enemy number one,” he said as he approached the green-haired man to stare straight into his eyes. It wouldn’t come as a surprise if the man truly did cough up a pretty penny to get out of this pinch, but he didn’t doubt the man would simply turn around and make up some sob story to the public about how Ibara had forced his hand. Well, not that it mattered in the end.

“Though I suppose one of those lofty Daffodils or Peonies might be interested in hearing you out,” he said, though the casual delivery of his words made it clear that they held no weight. He simply thought the man’s bravado was funny. “I don’t think there’s time for that, however,” he continued with a shrug, turning his head towards the direction that the force that had situated itself close to the room was lying in wait.

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Rikka sprayed his hair black.

 

[Anne Boolean]

Bradley Barker | Akiya Kiwa | Officers | Kiwa's CS | Bradley's CS

Overseer (Kiwa) | Escort (Bradley) | Duplication (Bradley) | Enhanced Luck (Kiwa) | Partner(s): Each Other

Interactions: Val (Brad Prime), Reporters & Lilith (Brad II), Protestors (Brad3 & Kiwa)

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“Thanks for the donation, Morio-chan!” the red-haired woman said after a robotic voice gave a compliment. She gave a smile to the phone that was mounted onto the dashboard.

“Kyo33 has donated 500 Yen and says, ‘When is something going to happen?’” The robotic voice spoke again.

“I don’t control the crime, Kyo-chan,” Bradley responded. “Besides, if something did happen, we’d have to go take care of it, and then you guys wouldn’t get to hang out with me anymore! No one wants that, right?” She was silent for a moment, squinting at the screen, before saying, “wow, rude!” with palpable sarcasm and letting out a giggle.

“You know, we’re supposed to be looking out for anything suspicious. A bit hard when you’re glued to chat,” said Kiwa, tone more playful than anything. He was used to Bradley’s social media addiction by now, but he still enjoyed giving her a hard time about it.

“It’s pretty suspicious that my chat is bullying me, I think,” Bradley said with a grin. “I think this requires more investigation. We’d better monitor the messages more carefully.” After hearing her partner’s voice, only one thing appeared repeatedly: “Kiwa-chan!”

“Chat says hi,” she said, moving the phone to point the camera at him. The chat then filled with various emojis and words fawning over the cat man.

Kiwa flicked his eyes to the camera for just a moment before turning them back to the road. “Hey Chat.” He said nonchalantly, keeping his head turned towards the road.

The text-to-speech voice sounded again. “JunKatsu has donated 1000 Yen and says, ‘Marry me, Kiwa-chan!’”

“No, Emi98, he’s not the guy." Brad said after reading a comment. "Would you leave acting to hang out in a patrol car all day? Well, I’m here, so that’d probably sway your decision.” After watching the chat flow on for a moment, she feigned an incredulous look. “Wooooooow! Y’all are mean today! I bet you like Kiwa-chan better than me.” The responses from the chat elicited a laugh.

“Madara910 has donated 500 Yen and says, ‘Kiwa-chan supremacy!’”

Although the mention of acting had made Kiwa feel a bit uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but laugh at the conversation going on between the robot voice and his partner. “You heard ‘em. Guess it’s my channel now.” He shrugged, a smile sat atop his face.

"All units to the Babel Estate! I repeat, all units to the Babel Estate~" a static-y voice sounded off on the walkie-talkie.

Bradley picked it up and pressed the largest button on the device. “Roger. We’re on our way!” she said. Her hazel eyes returned to the phone. “Looks like you got your wish, Kyo-chan!” She then turned to the cat-eared man sitting in the driver’s seat of the patrol vehicle. “Welp. Let’s not keep them waiting. What do you think it is?”

“Hang on.” Kiwa said right before sharply turning the wheel. The car skidded, wheels screeching as they made a complete 180 in the middle of a busy street. Some might think it was really lucky that he didn’t hit anyone, but they’d only be half right. He’d done enough stunt driving in his past to know how to handle a wheel.

Afterwards, he flipped on the sirens, speeding down the street. His face was calm, posture relaxed as if he hadn’t just done something incredibly dangerous. “Babel Estate they said? Isn’t that where the bigs were having some important meeting?”

Brad had thankfully been able to return her phone to the mount before Kiwa started driving. Even then, it was shaken by the motion from the sharp turns her partner took. She was pulled in all directions until they made it on a straight path.

“Yep. About variant rights,” she responded. It had been all over social media lately. She was planning on reading over the verdicts after the meeting in case there was a conclusion worth giving an opinion on. “There were some clips of protestors in front of the building, but from what I know, the security should be tight enough to keep everyone out.” Assumedly, something had happened outside.

She picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the button again. “So what’s the sitch?”

"There has been an attack during the ongoing estate. All Law Enforcement units are to keep civilians out~"

“You heard the boss lady. Looks like we’re doing some crowd control today.”

“Oh good, my favorite kind of job.” Kiwa said, voice laced with heavy amounts of sarcasm.

With the cat-eared man’s speeding and incredible ability to tightly weave through traffic, it wasn’t long before they reached Babel Mansion. There was already a substantial number of people crowding the streets. It looked like the media had already shown up as well, if the heavy cameras and vans were anything to go by.

“Great.” Kiwa commented with a sigh. He situated the vehicle to block the street,trying to prevent other cars from coming in and hitting innocent civilians. He’d stopped the blaring sirens but left the flashing lights on, hoping that was enough to tell people not to go this way.

“I can see why they needed all units.” Kiwa said as he stepped out of the warm car and into the cold. He rubbed his black suede gloves against the arms of his jacket, trying his best not to curse as a chilled wind hit his core. These company issued jackets were not even close to warm enough for him.

“Mhm. Whatever’s going on must be pretty big.” Bradley also stepped out of the car, making sure to grab her phone before even her badge, moving it over to a makeshift mount affixed on the front of her uniform. She did cut the stream, showing at least some semblance of professionalism, but she assured her viewers that the highlights would end up on her social media and kept the device recording. She wore a white faux-fur jacket over the uniform, having learned long ago just how flimsy the ones issued by management were. Her stream kept rolling, and the way she approached the crowd was more akin to a celebrity walking towards fans than a police officer. Some of the crowd seemed to react as if that was the case too, and actually moved towards her instead of away.

“Excuse me~!... pardon me~!” she said as she pushed past the people who called out her social media handle. Her touch was gentle but firm. As she moved closer to the building’s entrance, she took note of a few of her colleagues. The two deputies were visible, Law looking as serious as ever and Alice standing with a suit of armor while commanding the crowd. Lilith, after having sent a man flying, was being interviewed by a reporter. She made sure the camera was catching all of them. Her viewers all had their favorites. And then there was Val, looking particularly exhausted. Despite the tired appearance, a smile spread across Bradley’s face. He was just who she needed to see.

“Kiwa-chan!” she said, turning to her partner. “This is the perfect job! We’ve got protestors. Their main goal is to have their message heard. I’m sure someone interviewing them will keep them happy. The media’s here too, and the more outrageous the scoop, the better for them. And finally, at least a few of these people seemed to recognize me. I’m sure your fans aren’t just in the stream chat either. We could definitely use an extra set of hands, though.” She motioned to Val with her head. “How about it? Let’s handle our favorite kind of job the way only we can?”

Kiwa had pushed along with Bradley and was now standing at her side. He glanced around, giving a deep sigh. “Your favorite kind of job you mean.” He wasn’t the biggest fan of these kinds of jobs, he didn’t like to draw more attention to himself than necessary. “But I guess it’s part of the work. Which part would you like me to play? I’d rather not take the media if that’s alright with you.”

She let out a giggle at his response, having been well-aware of the sarcasm he had spoken with when saying he enjoyed this kind of work. Maybe her sarcasm needed to be laid on thicker as well.

“No problem, no media for you!” she said, splitting off into a second.

“I’ll handle them!” Brad II commented.

A third formed. “You wanna go interview some protesters with me?”

“Or maybe you, me, and Val can lead the crowd in a dance routine?” the original said as she started pulling out spare recording devices from the bag she carried, handing one to each of her three clones and then holding one out to Kiwa.

“Dance routine?” The man asked as he took the device. Though he didn’t have a makeshift mount on his uniform like Bradley, he’d at least try to use it. “I can just see the paper now. ‘Law Enforcement Performing Dance Routine Instead of Doing Their Job. Waste of Taxpayer Money.’” He waved his hand in the air as if underlining a title. “So I think I’ll just come help you with the protestors.” Kiwa pointed to Brad #3.

Brad Prime let out a laugh. “You know the news can see my streams and ClikToks, right? I'm sure they have plenty of ammunition about how we're a waste of taxpayer money. Sounds like a plan though! I’ll go talk to Val, then.” She went off in the direction of the other officer. She gave a wave to the man as she hurried over. “Hey! Glad to see you here. Crowd control is best done with a distraction, amirite?”

“I wonder how reporters feel about being interviewed?” Brad II said, letting out a giggle. She made her way over to where Lilith was, feeling her timing was just right after seeing the intense expression she was giving the interviewers. Brad II raised her phone, mimicking the poster of the camerawoman. “So what do you think about what’s going on here? Pretty crazy, right? Can you tell us what happened?”

That left Brad3 with Kiwa. “So here’s what I’m thinking. We each talk to protestors on one side of the debate. We film them and get them to talk about their point of view and why they believe what they believe one at a time. Then, so that we can get some fun content from this, we suggest a completely unrelated measure to decide who’s right. I’m thinking a dance off. How’s that sound?”

“A dance off?” Kiwa would have choked on water if he had any. The beginning of the plan was perfectly sound, but the latter half of it…he wasn’t so sure. “I’m not sure protestors are gonna wanna do dance off.” He thought for a moment, but couldn’t come up with any alternative to her plan. “We’ll do that as a last resort. For now let’s just distract them. Got any preference as to what side?”

“C’monnn! A dance off is the objectively best way to settle any dispute!” Brad3 said with a giggle. Still, she obliged. “Alright, we’ll hold off on it. As for preferences, none, really. I’ll take the anti-variants. I’m used to getting insults hurled at me by my chat, and they actually like me, so.” Another giggle. “If we’ve got everything decided, then let’s go!”

She started over to where the protestors were behind the police lines, right where the messages plastered on signs seemed to diverge. The people holding signs reading, “Uninfected Humans First!” and “A Disease Must Be Contained!” were the ones she gravitated towards. “Excuse me, I like your sign!” she said to one of the people at the front of the crowd, pointing the camera at him. “What brings you out here today?”

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Kiwa: Baili Shouyue - King of Glory, also known as Honor of Kings
Bradley: Anne Faulkner - Paradox Live

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LE's Best™ is on patrol when they get word from Sybil that shit's going down at the Babel House. They rush over, and Brad hatches three ingenious plans for crowd control: interviewing reporters, interviewing protestors (and hopefully eventually getting them to have a dance off), and enlisting Val's help to try and lead the crowd in a dance routine. Kiwa, despite better judgment, decides to go along with it and agrees to help interview the protestors. What could possibly go wrong?

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- Collab with NightMovez
- Sybil dialogue over radio from gxxberkit
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[The Regal Rper]

Aoi Oni | Babel Mansion | Partner: Goze

It was like being in drug induced state. When he got like this, he got sensitive, and that was why he had pushed himself away from others to avoid the temptation. Now he was back to his normal size- 6ft, but he kept the tail. After all, it could come in handy.

His tail flicked when he was called and a part of him wanted to reach out to stop Goze, a kind gentle manner-- and then snap her neck for giving him orders.

He moved towards her, flicking his tail- and moved along. Obeying her request with stony silence like he always did whenever they had missions. It was a stark contrast to the rather chatty nature he had out in HQ when he made his rare, scheduled visits.

It was however, a testament to his commit. If he couldn't control the lapses of this power, those tiny little desires- whether fabricated or genuine, there was no way he would have made it as a spy for a few days let alone three years and then some.

At Tenshi's inquiry however to slit throats, Ko could not help but come to a stop and look in her direction.

The energies surrounding her that were her own, told him a story in how truly she felt about that.

He couldn't help but move along.

It was hard to consider anyone here, a true honest to genuine friend when he got to see sides like this and could even more closely, feel and detect how sincere those sides could be.

That was the sucky part of being an empath the way he was. Even though he hated Ibara for what it was- he hated even more how he couldn't help but care.

Barely talked to Augie outside of the occassional interaction, yet the bits and pieces of her he'd seen- the core parts he'd detected, the inner feelings he'd noticed- had touched him.

Engaged with Yumeko frequently, hardly ever did with Tenshi- yet, if he said he could turn his back completely on her without an incentive to truly motivate him in the circumstance, he'd be lying. He felt something for her- in the same way he felt something for Goze. He cared- even if he really shouldn't. Even if a part of him, sometimes- wanted to rip someone's throat out for giving him an order he didn't like. Yet it was all part of the dance.

Like an obedient guard dog- he moved next to Goze's side, staying in front. His tail swaying lazily, completely ignoring the Minister's very existence and presence as if he weren't there to him while Goze delivered her message.

If any shots made it, because who knew who was out there with a good aim, then he guess he'd get to relive that nickname-- 'Blue Shield'-- his normal friends of the past had given him.

Yet it was hard to ignore the palpable tangy taste of fear that Nishimura radiated, nor the disturbing sense of adoration that he could detect from Goze. While his body said: EAT IT, his better judgement ignored the voracious desire.

The Sakura would like that, she often said things like that a lot. Same brain, didn't begin to define this. He knew she was basically teacher's pet for the Sakura. Adoration wouldn't even begin to cover how Goze felt for the unknown head of the organization, but how much of that did she say often times to her own gain?

A year together- and like the rest of them, he was still chipping away. Bit by bit. Learning more. And soon enough, he'd have it all.

All he needed to do was stay alive- and not blow his cover in the process.

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Interactions: AriAriAbabwa Nobody Special CabbageAngel eeuphoria angel doe

 

[Nobody Special]

Sage Sanban | Daffodil | CS

Second Variant | Toxikinesis | Partner: Yumeko Kurohana

Interactions: All Ibara members who are holding hostages, Arona

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Elated, golden eyes oversaw the controlled chaos that quickly resulted in the fast-paced shutdown of a childish conference, and the subsequent subjugation of some of Japan’s mightiest heroes.

Despite all that was happening around him, Sage was bored. Holding these little playthings hostage wasn’t nearly enough to keep him entertained for long, and as his fellow members of Ibara held them in their places, he jadedly inspected his fingernails for dirt that he couldn’t find.

None of this interested him. The redundant babbling from the ‘good guys’, the back-and-forth between them and his fellow flowers, none of it. In truth, he had hoped that things would be a little more… well, exciting.

Then, he remembered. A certain someone who always managed to lift his mood with her sharp tongue and razor-thin temper was merely a door away from him. The corners of his mouth quickly rose to reveal an amused smirk, and his eyes shot towards the door. But, before he could make his move, a familiar voice made contact with his ears.

He turned to face Aya Mihara, someone who was technically an ally to his organization’s cause, but not a great enough one for him not to screw around with. After hearing her request for a phone, he shot her a lazy grin and sauntered over to a desk near the door of the room, placing his hand over the pale phone that sat on it.

“Of course, beautiful~” He replied, lifting it up and tugging slightly on the cord attached to it to make sure that it was long enough before slowly walking it over to the woman.

“We wouldn’t want your poor wife to lose it because you aren’t home on time, would we? Besides, this isn’t a prison,” He turned to face the other hostages in the room, lifting his hands up and showing the phone off to all of them. “You all can get a phone call, if you want!”

Then, he lowered the phone towards the woman’s hands with a gentle smile, and crushed it with his bare hands right before it hit her palm.

“Here you go~!”

After dropping the phone in her hands, he lifted himself back into a standing position, before heading towards the door.

“Sorry, Mihara-chan~, but until you’re officially on our side, I’m not going to be doing anything for you. Hopefully my behavior doesn’t make you think any less of Ibara as a whole. You see, I’m probably the least well-behaved member of us all.”

He paused, eyeing the other Daffodils in the room before speaking again.

“Goze, Aoi, Akuma,” He started, pointing a finger at Augie’s warped appearance as he calmly called them a devil to their face. “I’ll leave the rest to you. If these small fry get even a hair out of line, I’m putting the whole room to sleep, okay?”

He was quick to open the door and step outside, only to be briefly met with that same adorably livid scowl– kind of like those pictures you see on the internet of pets who are angry but cute at the same time– before her eyes went back to her phone. She clearly wasn’t happy to see him– at all, but that was what made her such a joy to be around.

“Lil’ Rona~” He whistled, edging closer and closer to her in an attempt to see what she was doing on the glowing, thin screen. “You really shouldn’t use your phone at a time like this. Someone could come up here and take you out at any time.”

He paused, musing to himself for a second, before adding more to his teasing.

“I guess you can use it now, though. Your beloved nii-chan Sage is here to protect you~!”

With a grin, his eyes shot ahead of him, hoping for someone to try and get to the hostages as soon as possible.

Speaking of big brother…

I wonder where those two are…

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
Tykki Mikk, D. Gray-Man

TLDR
- Sage disinterestedly assists in the subduing of the hostages.
- Sage is an asshole to Aya Mihara, and threatens to put the entire room to sleep if anybody tries anything.
- Sage then leaves the room to bother Arona, and waits not-so-patiently for somebody to come try him.

Extra
He is thinking about: How attractive Aya Mihara is in person. If only they'd met under different circumstances~

AriAriAbabwa eeuphoria angel doe CabbageAngel The Regal Rper gxxberkit

 

[eeuphoria]

Amaryllis “Lyss” Walker | Spec Ops | CS

2nd Variant | Animal Morphing | Partner: Andri Zahair

Interactions: gxxberkit AriAriAbabwa The Regal Rper The Prophet FabulousTrash (also v briefly in the room with all the Ibara guards & all of the spec ops listening via ear piece)

(hidden scroll ↓)

It had been a quiet evening. Lyss had more or less settled into the night, calling up her younger sister on Landbe for them to video call. Yet the news drew her attention, and soon, they were called in. It was rather unfortunate, but she had a job, and Chrys was always very understanding that she had to work.
Dealing with crowds, especially brimmed with overzealous reporters was always unpleasant. And truthfully, she pitied the law enforcement who were stuck restraining them. Exhaling through her nose, she was rather silent even as the other specialists chattered quietly amongst themselves. She scanned the mansion, reviewing different creatures in her head that'd be useful for a case of this level. For offensive purposes.. perhaps some type of reasonably big cat, or a wolf. No need to limit movements. Yet as her name was called and the captain gave her orders, Lyss needed to change her line of thought. Insects, while she studied some, still needed something to be considered. For something of this delicacy, she needed sometime small and entirely inconspicuous of a mansion of this size. A fly could work.. but no, it was entirely too cold, it'd be too odd of sight for a single fly to buzz around. Perhaps... Turning to her partner and giving him a nod. She began to transform, feeling her body shrink as her clothes sagged and fell around her.
A small, black jumping spider emerged from her uniform, quickly scuttling out of the room and into the hall. Going up the walls, and traveling along the crease of where the ceiling meets the wall, only slowing when she spotted a small blonde in Ibara clothing. She climbed down to the floor, slipping under the closed door and into the room full of hostages and ibara members. She inhaled internally, scaling up to the ceiling, and climbing onto the rafters.
Six Hostages and Eight Members of Ibara. She scanned the room, noting positions as best as she could given how frequently certain members bounced around the room. Her focus was snatched as a blind raven-haired snatched the Minister of Defense from the masked pink-haired woman using the man as her personal cushion. Traveling along the ceiling, upside down and thankfully not motion sick, she watched as two of the members, with the minister in tow. Jumping, she landed on the blind woman's head, tensing momentarily in preparation to bolt. She kept her eyes, on the room with the hostages, noting the second Ibara member who came to stand with the blonde guard. There was a tickle of bemusement, spotting the petite blonde begin to follow along. Merely along for the ride, she waited until Goze and her associates stopped with the Minister, jumping off and scuttling away, ducking into a nearby vent and following the ventilation shaft until she found the room Andri was ducked into. She came out, ducking into cover and shifting back into her human form. Putting the earpiece in, she began to report what info she gained. "Eight Ibara present in the house, five are guarding while three are outside in the halls accompanying the Minister of Defense. One of the hostages will be needing emergency services." She stated. Yet not long after that, came the harsh voice echoing through the house.
"I have the Minister's life in my hands, If you wish for him to live, I have Demands—the first being for a live camera to grace us face-to-face; on the news. It is my gracious duty to relay the Sakura's message to the world..." Amaryllis exhaled softly, glancing at her Andri. "Captain, your orders?"

MISC
B-PANG@FANBOX on pivix
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TLDR
- Lyss was going to video chat her sister
- Lyss contemplating animal options before being ordered to become a jumping spooder
- Snuck in the hostage room, unknowingly spotted by Arona (cause Esme is small brain and forgot Arona can see Auras)
- Piggybacked on Goze's head as she took the minister out, followed by Aoi and Arona
- Ducked into the vents, finding Andri, turning back and reporting to Kamiko and the other specialists the info she gained
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Extra

Lyss really just wanted to eat dinner and talk with her baby sister

also spooder lyss, spooder lyss, does whatever a spooder lyss does
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[Roda the Red]

Ishizaki Shiko | Angel Officer | CS

Overseer | Corporeal Hardening | Partner(s): Parsley Mint

Interactions: Mint, Bradley (Mention)

(hidden scroll ↓)

With just one emergency call, Shiko came to the realization that this was not going to be a good week whatsoever. Her glass of wine and new novel would have to wait after all, abandoned on the coffee table as the poor girl had to reluctantly head to perform her duties.

Bad quickly turned into worse, however, as not long after her team had set up in front of the manor, the vicinity of the entrance got surrounded by nosy civilians, whether they happened to approach to give a piece of their mind about the political sidings of the debate which was supposed to be taking place, to worry over the poor hostages or just plain and simple morbid curiosity, the undesired audience swarmed the place like ants over a stain of caramel.

Shiko, on her end, was doing her best as to not show her becoming a nervous wreck. No matter how many times she was pushed outside for field work by her superiors or colleages, this simply wasn't her element. Between the endless stares, all the shouting and god-knows-what may be happening in the mansion behind them, Shiko could barely keep her composure. She even found herself having to push back a couple of civilians who somehow seemed to be feeling pretty daring that evening, despite attempting to enter the place was simply beyond foolish for any of them.

I just wanna go hooooome

The poor girl internally cried to herself as she sighed. At the very least, more members of Law Enforcement kept arriving, like her good friend Bradley. Shiko didn't have much opportunity to say anything to get, though, as things were still incredibly hectic, and the red-haired gal already went off to do her own thing, and knowing her, she was probably up to doing something of chaotic energy in nature.

The girl with the square glasses had her attention steered by the voice of her partner, Mint, who didn't take much time to propose more extreme measures against the crowd.

"W-We can't do that, Mint! These people are just curious about what's going on, and we could get in trouble if we go too fa- KYAA!"

Some wonderful fellow amidst the collective had thrown a projectile at Shiko, the girl reacted by covering herself with her riot shield. Despite her fear, it turned out to just be a half-empty juice box. She stared at her tool now dripping juice, trickling down onto the ground.

"...Spec Ops...Please hurry up and save them!" Her pleads were not as selfless as one may think.

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
Dekomegane-Chan by Sasetsu

TLDR
Shiko is not having a good time, she's stressed, tired and wants everything to be over already, also discouraging Mint from going too far.

Extra
The novel she wants to read is notoriously spicy and she's not aware of it.

Kneetoe

 

[simj26]

Kuwana Yu | Spec Ops | CS

1st Variant | Enhanced Mental Processing Speed | Partner: Kiyo...Kiyomi? Hana...something

Interactions: Kimihimi AnemoVictorious Captain FabulousTrash

(hidden scroll ↓)

“Hm.” He shook the container. From the sounds of it, twenty-six were left. That could last him the day, reasonably. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if he should have brought two bags of tapioca chips with him. He yawned, audibly, lifted the lid on the container, and tapped it against his hand. One mint the size of a small washer fell out. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, then tapped the container a few more times, until four more slipped through the tiny opening. More than what he wanted, but he could work with this. He pushed the little green container into one of his pockets, lifted his visor slightly, and poured the mints into the gap. The visor came back down, and he winced at the taste. He hated green apple. He had only picked this one because he wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible, so he could get to enjoying the blackcurrant flavoured ones. He couldn’t remember who he had sent out to buy the mints, but they had accidentally got him a single green apple container. How could they? He wanted blackcurrant, specifically! Just because he specified that he wanted twenty packs, he wasn’t going to snap their neck because they missed out on one. Just don’t get the green apple! 19 packs of blackcurrant-flavoured mints was fine!

Eight total reds. He rolled one of the mints around in his mouth, shoving the four out of the way into his cheek, and then bit into the lone mint, and made a face underneath his visor. Ugh. Five on site, three patrolling. “Hmmm,” he stared up at the mansion. He wondered how much it would cost to repair the damages. He bit into another mint, and made another face. He really had to stop doing that. Lots of corners to take cover behind, lots of rooms to hide in. POIs likely to be in direct danger. What did Ibara want from this? They were surrounded on all sides, no proper exit strategy that wouldn’t be shot down immediately. He turned his attention towards the sky. “Mmmm…” the other mints had dissolved, leaving a terrible taste in his mouth. He turned towards the Captain to say something, hesitated, then folded his arms in silence. The breaching team would probably know how to handle this themselves. They were trained professionals, after all. If they couldn't handle a hostage situation like this, then what good were they?

He fished out the container of mints again, opened it, scattered four more mints onto his hand, and shoveled them into his helmet again. He turned towards his partner. Kiyohana-something or another. He forgot her name so readily. He didn’t wish he could remember it properly. She was going to ship out to someone else once the paperwork was done anyway. “Yo,” he offered her the container. “Want some? Can’t handle the taste myself.”

MISC
MONOMODE on pivix
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TLDR
- lol mints
- Kuwana wants to see how things play out before he plays his hand
- Kuwana offers...Ki...Kimmy Honeyzapper some mints.
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Extra

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[Roda the Red]

Akiyama Rinka| Hunter | CS

Escort | Psychokinetic Detonation | Partner(s): Kitano Hikari

Interactions: Hikari, Tatsuo, Ryan

(hidden scroll ↓)

Snow crunched loudly under the hasty steps of the jet-haired Hunter. Even if his ice-cold expression might make you think otherwise, the temperature of his blood kept rising due to the sheer excitement of it all, enough so that it allowed Rin to completely forget about the cold. He clenched his fists as his eyes scanned the surroundings in search for prey.

He looked behind his shoulder for a moment, his partner Hikari seemed to have recovered from the ride for the most part and sported her trademark smile once again. He didn't say it often, but he was glad knowing that she's got his back if things were ever to turn for the worse.

Rinka suddenly came to a full stop, bushes nearby started to rustle vigorously, revealing a few large and ferocious-looking canine beasts, drooling and growling with rabid intensity. The pair might have been surrounded, but this was more or less just what Rin desire.

Come and get me

From both directions, the beasts broke into a full sprint, heading straight for the two hunters. Rin remained composed as both of his palms started to shine with dancing lights that shifted between purple and orange. He waited for the creatures to get in range, he would dodge and then retaliate by turning them into ashes.

Well, that was supposed to be the plan, at least, as his opportunity got taken away from him. Orbs of energy, whose color and shapes were very familiar to Rin, started striking the surrounding monsters. And before he could react, Rinka himself got dragged by more orbs as well, alongside Hikari. Before he knew it, he was back several meters from his position, now not being too far from the mansion's rear entrance. The beasts seemed to have retreated momentarily, which caused the boy to softly click his tongue in mild frustration, he wasn't happy about this move whatsoever. Naturally, this was the cause of Captain Iori's intervention, who quickly followed up with a mild scolding.

"...That was the plan...I had it all under control"

A half-lie, truly. Because even if wasn't afraid of the attack in the least, there really wasn't a plan, there barely ever was, in fact, and he just so happened to be a little bit more restless than usual this evening.

Deputy Furukawa followed close behind, his words annoyed Rin further, but part of what he had to say was admittedly very sound. Rin respected the investigative work the supports performed. The more they knew about beasts, the more efficiently they could kill them in the future. But that wasn't all, if there was something that he hated about his own ability, is that it was loud, real loud, and now that his mind cooled off a bit, he may want to refrain using them too much at the moment, as the sounds could potentially make things worse for the work of the other divisions.

Cooperation could be a real pain at times.

With his left hand, he reached for his sword, gripping the polished wooden handle tightly and removing it from its sheath with a quick, solid pull. He twirled his weapon twice as a little warm up for his wrist. Not as deadly as his own ability, but his blade was still a reliable tool that would often get the job done, and most importantly, it was silent.

"...Apologies, I'll stay close"

A flimsy promise at best.

MISC


IMAGE CREDIT

Commission by The Art Ghost

TLDR

Boy's a little overconfident, but decides to cooperate with his superiors nonetheless. Also decides to prioritize his sword over his ability as to not make as much noise.

Extra

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AriAriAbabwa azenva CabbageAngel

 

[CabbageAngel]

BZ | Red Rose | CS

Escort | Arthropod Manipulation | Partner(s): Chika

Interactions: Rikka, Augie, Yumeko, the NPCs

(hidden scroll ↓)

"Like HELL they will, Yakubyougami!!!!" Rikka's head was abruptly tugged back and down by a thumb and finger hooked in his cheek, stretching it out. Bz didn't get the joke and the birthday girl wasn't looking so impressed by him. She let go and the flesh snapped back to his face a little sore and red before she bumped Kotone Yasuda out of the way with her hip to take his place on stage.

"So what he's hella rich? He's more, like, hella stupid (Got em!) and if he wanted to be friends we would've been invited to the party first." She pointed with her thumb back at the lady she'd tormented before, Shizuko. "Not these losers talking about whether we should exist, sooo... it's my birthday, we're not listening, la la laaaaAAAA." She stuck her fingers in her ears and flicked her tongue out at Kotone, then swung her backpack off. "Anyway. I bet the Union's also not gonna listen and we should get a head start. Nibbling at Mr. Moneybag's... money... bags with itty bitty teeth should put some heat on. Hm? Hm? Mirage? Tenshi?"

Bz perked up beaming, one hand stuck in her (chittering...?) backpack. Then she frowned and waved her hand around in front of Kotone to throw the attention off him. "We're not listening to him, right?"

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
ME

TLDR
Bz abuses Rikka's face, says NO to bribery and YES to violence.

Extra

AriAriAbabwa angel doe eeuphoria Nano

 

[AnemoVictorious]

Kiyomi Hanzawa | Specialist | CS

2nd Variant | Haemokinetic Constructs | Partner(s): Kuwana Yu

Interactions: Kuwana Yu [ simj26 ]

(hidden scroll ↓)

Unraveling bandages was one of her first tasks whenever she was on a mission. After that was debating on whether or not she should reopen a wound or create a new one. Finally was following orders.

Currently she was multitasking on the bandages and the decision of how to access her blood. 'Either way, it'll get messy...' she thought, suppressing the need to cough. 'But, I suppose making a new wound might be more beneficial. I've been feeling pretty gross lately...'

Her ex had once told her that too many scars would make her unlovable. Too many nosebleeds and bloody coughs would make everyone avoid her. If she kept spacing out, she'd be a detriment to everyone. The last one was true, but... she still struggled to fight back against his voice in her head when it came to those first two. Dwelling on it would not change anything, however, so the most she could do was shove the thoughts away. Out of sight out of mind.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at her 'partner'. Kiyomi wasn't sure how long this would last, but she also wondered if it was really okay for him to just be a stand in until she could get a real one. In her eyes, she viewed it simply as a contract for him to have a partner to operate with and for her to not have to rely on renouncers. A simple necessity for them. Because he had left her when she needed him most, broke her heart and then some.

'Just so we can survive in this hellish place,' she thought, before Kuwana snapped her out of her mind.

An offering of mints. She blinked softly, before taking the container. "Yes, um, thank you." She murmured, looking away from him. Kiyomi emptied the container into her hand and popped all the mints into her mouth absent-mindedly.

Unfortunately, the green apple flavor was kinda sour. But it was a gift, and it was rude to spit them out. Tears pooled in her eyes as she cringed at the flavor, but Kiyomi Hanazawa was nothing if not persistent.

With a finally swallow, she gasped slightly, wiping away the tears. "I can... see why you don't like them," she murmured, searching for a knife amongst her belongings. Once she had retrieved it, she began to quietly cough into her hand to muffle it. She pulled her hand back to find a red liquid on her hand.

Kiyomi's eyes widened, and she quickly made a gash on her skin with the knife. "I'm fine," she assured Kuwana, if only to make herself feel better. He porbbaly didn't care.

If only she could have the benefits of thicker blood without the symptoms of polycythemia vera, but a world where that was possible was just a fantasy. For now, she would just wait for the signal.

"Speech"

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
Naarann on Donbooru - Hanayo Koizumi

TLDR
- Kiyomi debates internally on whether or not she should open an old wound or a create another.
- She thinks a lot, especially about her ex.
- MINTS
- She doesn't like green apple flavor, but wants to be polite.
- Oh, and her illness is acting up. She coughs up a little blood but pretends it's fine.

Extra
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[azenva]

Hikari Kitano | Angel | CS

Overseer| Anesthetic Adrenaline | Partner(s): Akiyama Rinka

Interactions: Rinka

(hidden scroll ↓)

Still trying to get to a position to escort her Escort, Hikari spared a glance back at her allies, all still deploying. The red-eyed Hunter couldn't help but have a small laugh. And also consider slowing down. That plan was abandoned: if she was running into an ambush, so was Rinka. The shield moves with the sword.
Slowing as Rinka stopped, Hikari raised her rifle to a ready position. Ready to deliver a death blow, assuming that her partner somehow failed to blast the approaching Beasts to ashes. Ready to pick off unexpected visitors. Ready to fight. Covering the cannon with support was plan A and B, as well as C. A familiar dance to a symphony of complete annihilation, one brought to a halt when Tatsuo forced her to retreat out of the blue. (Though the sky wasn't sky blue right now. Out of the purple? Black? Sure, it was blue enough. Out of the blue it was.) Dragged backwards, she watched the Captain launch a bombardment on the Beasts. The annoyance at not being allowed to do her job vanished, replaced with pure awe.

"Woah!" What was she supposed to do, not be impressed? You could practically see sparkles in Hikari's eyes.

And then came the lectures, and with them a twinge of the irritation from before. Hikari stayed silent and let Rinka respond to the Captain. As if in response to Ryan, Hikari raised her prosthetic and wiggled her fingers, though he had already turned. I’ll be fine.

The faint glint of Rinka's sword, and the movement that had drawn it, drew the gunner's attention. She recognized why he had immediately opted for his backup weapon. Panicked civilians, angered Beasts, Ibara. At least she wouldn’t have to tell him not to use explosions. Hikari looked back down at her rifle. Her unsuppressed fully automatic assault rifle, chambered in a (she pulled out and then reloaded its magazine, as if she was checking) sound barrier-breaking caliber, with a grenade launcher mounted underneath, meant to fire (the rifler reached for a reserved grenade on her front, inspecting its coloration and payload before again returning it to its pocket) illumination flares, non-damaging signaling and concealment smokes, and high explosives. Reaching for her waist, she unclipped her backup weapon, if it could be called one. A dinky, street legal, gaudy conversation starter masquerading as a blade. Normally it was familiar and comforting, if also a bit macabre. But as a weapon?

Habitually playing with the still folded knife with her prosthetic hand, the tanky Overseer sighed to the sky. Flicking it open with one hand and unconscious practiced movement, Hikari stared at the reflective edges, flipping it and watching the distant light dance. Calmed by the ritual, Hikari turned her attention to Tatsuo and the armored Deputy, still spinning the knife with its now exposed blade between her fingers.

"It's dark out. We have the fence's lighting here, but—Permission to use illumination parachute flares when we're deeper into the garden?” The grenadier pulled out another grenade, marked with a golden hemisphere of paint on its round end. As her left hand was busy with some very tactically critical fidgeting, her right hand held up the round for display. “I have six of these. Because I op—wait no, I’m not going to ramble now. But they should last for at least a minute each. So we have six, best case seven or even eight minutes of good light if I use them all back to back.” Hikari returned the flare to its storage and realized that she probably should ask about if she could use her primary weapon. “Oh, right! Do I use my rifle or are we staying quiet?” She held her knife up in front of her, as a second silent question.

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
M4 SOPMOD II - Girls’ Frontline

TLDR
Tatsuo is very cool and epic.
Hikari brought a gun to a knife fight, only realizing it was a knife fight after she heard the "this is a sharp thing" sound effect from Rinka. She mentally prepares herself to commit a London on some bugs or whatever’s lurking by pressing the Inspect key while holding her StuntTrack

Woppler. She then asks if she can turn the lights on with a grenade.

Extra
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[angel doe]

augie quinn | daffodil | CS

escort | shapeshifting | partner: lixin gorgonio chen

Interactions: bz, npcs

(hidden scroll ↓)

augie sat in front of montique, rocking from side to side as they stared at him, listening as people spoke and making sure to take note of everything said. they acknowledged when they were spoken to, and their tail twitched when sage called them 'akuma'- augie never did like that nickname -but other than that they didn't say or do much; augie seemed to be very focused on the blood trickling down montique's face.

"ah, man... i didn't mean to cut ya this deep." augie hummed as they pulled a square of cloth and a 'howdy tabby' bandage from their pocket. pressing the clean cloth against the cut, they waited a moment or two before removing pressure, carefully covering the wound with the bandage. sitting back on their heels to admire the work they had done, they stretched an arm towards montique and tucked the bloody cloth into a random pocket, "it's your blood, i don't want it. you can keep it."

once augie was sure montique was good and tied up, they gave them a little pat on the side of the cheek, murmured "good boy," and rose to their feet. augie turned and began surveying the room, head tilting slightly to one side when their empty gaze landed on kotone, watching as bz hip-bumped him out of the way so she could be front and center. that was pretty funny, and if augie could laugh they would have.

"i know i don't want to cut a deal with mr. moneybags. i don't really want to hear anything he has to say, either, if i'm bein' honest," augie glided towards kotone, glancing at bz and then back at the young man as they casually draped a too-long arm over his shoulders, "i would say your offer is tempting, but it's not. it's a pretty lame attempt at delaying the inevitable if you ask me."

augie's grip around kotone tightened, the tips of their spindly fingers sharpening to deadly points and tapping his arm lightly, "you have to be tied up like everyone else," their mouth tore open again with a wet ripping sound to form what was supposed to be some sort of... smile? rows of pointed teeth were visible once more as they looked at kotone, "being tied up ain't all bad, you get used to it after a while." augie gave him a hard smack on the back, probably meant to mimic a reassuring pat on the back a parent might give their child, but failing pretty miserably.

finally turning to look at bz, augie could only offer her a small shrug in reply, "i don't think we're gonna be listening to him, but i can't say for sure." they tapped their finger against where their chin would be as though deep in thought. while augie stood there, acting as if they were using their brain at any capacity, their tail curled around kotone's wrists, binding his hands tightly together.

letting their hands drop to their sides, augie looked back at their excitable friend, "hey, bz, got anything else i could use to bind his hands? it looks like i used most of my rope on the blonde."

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
sweeney_boo on instagram
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TLDR
patched up montique's cut using a howdy tabby bandaid
made sure they were tied up really well
now hanging out with kotone and bz
using their tail to bind kotone while they find something else to tie him up
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Extra
- dislikes the nickname akuma, never tries to correct it because sage isn't exactly wrong
- howdy tabby is the hello kitty of wrath
- yes, augie has howdy tabby bandaids in their pocket. what about it.

- they have taken this shape to hide their true identity.
- with this shape comes a long tail they can use as a whip.
- they have multiple rows of teeth, kind of like a shark but worse
- they sound very monotone when they speak. not important, i just wanted to share.
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CabbageAngel AriAriAbabwa

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Hostages | NPC

N/A

Interactions: Nobody Special CabbageAngel eeuphoria angel doe Nano

(hidden scroll ↓)

The Union was definitely out the front door—it was what Ibara wanted—and the only reason they have not jumped in yet was because of himself and the other innocents kept here. He wouldn't be surprised if the Spec Ops were already forming a plan of attack... In the meantime, Montique's gaze darted about the room, from the members focused on tormenting the other hostages, the cultists themselves, and to the yet unboarded windows. Ideas formed, ideas went. There was nothing he could do that wouldn't risk the safety of the others.

It was a terrible feeling, holding a prime seat of power yet to be completely powerless here.

The feeling was affirmed when the Ibara member before him tied and bandaged him like a doll. "I'm sorry for you," they managed to say with a look of smiling pity. "Loyally following Ibara, only for them to lead you into this deadend... They don't care about any of you."

Aya, intimidated by Sage's display of force, fell to a frightened silence while she remained surrendered in place. However, her gaze now lingered on the cultists pacing the room. Who knows what thoughts raced through her mind.

As for Shizuko, although maintaining the look of sheer anger and hate on her face, seems to have calmed down while tied to her seat. Instead, she was fidgeting her arms around in a struggle with the bindings.

Kotone bit his lip. His desperate plea did not sway things like he thought it would! He grunted over his stumble when Bz bumped him away; his eye twitched for every time they belittled him so. If there was anyone he convinced with his words, it wasn't the right person at all.

"Turning your loyalties at the flip of a coin... no place would want a man who can't keep their toes in one spot..." Doi bore a look of saddened pity—like looking at a wounded puppy. As if he brought this upon himself!

He just about had it when Augie came up to give her spiel. "Why me?" he muttered. Kotone looked around, desperate to escape what they referred to as an inevitability. Well, if there was anything his family taught, is that there's always a way out of things if you looked at the right people. "If you're going to tie us up, start with focusing on her!" Kotone threw a finger at Shizuko. "She's cutting herself free!"

The government agent perked up, her demeanor turning into a twisted snarl. "Motherf..." She took to her feet, letting the mess of bindings fall as she flipped the blade in hand, once concealed within her sock. With a ferocious yell, she lunged towards the attackers—without any thought or plan thanks to Kotone.

Taking a gamble on the ensuing chaos—regardless of if the captors turned their attention away from him or not—Kotone attempted to dash out, charging straight for the closest window facing the garden.

MISC
TLDR
Montique, Doi, and Aya are secured. Shizuko cut herself free and is attempting to attack with a tiny knife she had hidden in her sock. Kotone is attempting to run towards a window to jump out.

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[AriAriAbabwa]

??? | NPC

??? | ??? | ???

Interactions: Anne Boolean (Brad3) NightMovez @LawEnforcement

(hidden scroll ↓)

It was a spectacle.

All lights and attention on the mansion. Cameras trying to get a peek inside, cameras glued to the Union trying to do their job. He felt bad for them. He really did.

But his primary concern was not for them.

The boy entered the crowd of onlookers, sidling and pushing his way through the swaths of gawking people.

The melody was still playing...

He needed to speak. The Law Enforcement troops had their hands full with the commonfolk, it seemed. However, one was clearly indulging in the swarm. It was one of the louder, more noticeable of the force. She appeared to enjoy taking on the crowd's questions and concerns.

One more wouldn't hurt.

"Well, if people would stop and see that Devil's Wrath isn't natural and isn't mentioned anywhere in the bible, then they'd know that—!"

The protestor suddenly fell aside, shoved by one cloaked hand. They were replaced by a boy in light blonde hair, only having one scowling eye to spare for the camera as the other was wrapped in bandage. "Will you really save the hostages?" he asked blankly, followed by, "Are you able to fight Ibara? To win? To ensure the safety of all?"

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
@vuhaokh98 on Pinterest

TLDR
Boy pushes through the crowd outside. Asks the Law Enforcement if they can really save the hostages.

Extra
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[gxxberkit]

Arona Bīnggāo | Peony | CS

Escort | Aura Manipulation | Partner(s): vague shrug

Interactions: Lyss, Sage, Goze, Others

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Arona’s focus was stripped from her phone and directly transferred to a spider crawling on the wall. To any other person, the jumping spider was just that— a spider. But Arona sensed something off about it.

Its aura was way too small to just be a spider’s, escort-esque or not. It was tiny, about the same size as a normal person’s— but this obviously wasn’t a normal person, it was a spider. This could only mean… Her free hand raised to point at it, before a certain troublemaker spoke up, suddenly beside her. She drew her phone closer to her chest, shooting the man a glare. “Shut the fuck up,” she grumbled through her teeth. “You’re not protecting shit with the way you act.”

She went back to looking for the spider, but it was gone from its place on the wall. Shit. She pushed Sage out of the way and entered the room behind them, slamming the door in his face. Just as fast as she entered, however, she left, promptly following behind Goze. Their eyes were fixated on the spider that was now plainly on her head, their hand reaching up towards her. “There’s a fucking escort on yo—”

Their warning was immediately drowned out by Goze’s voice echoing through the mansion. Fuck. She watched as the spider jumped off and scurried into a nearby vent. They followed it to the vent and stared down at the entrance. They probably couldn’t fit in there. She tsked, roughly kicking the vent’s grilles with curses filling Arona’s mind. Not an uncommon experience for her, though. Her mind was always filled with expletives.

Once her tantrum was over, she ran back to the hostage room, ignoring whatever anyone was about to say to her. The door slammed back open, Arona’s mouth opened to say something, just as she watched one of the hostages jump out of the window and another arm herself with a knife. Goddamnit. Whatever she was about to say was instead replaced with a very necessary, “What the FUCK!”

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
me

TLDR
Arona spots Lyss and goes to warn Goze about her. Lyss instead escapes, prompting Arona to go to the hostage room to tell them about the escort. However, she's interrupted by the sight of hostages gone wild.

Extra
Arona isn't mad, just disappointed. (she's mad)
Nobody Special AriAriAbabwa eeuphoria @ibarapeople

 

[Anne Boolean]

Brad3 Barker | Officer | CS

Escort | Duplication | Partner(s): Akiya Kiwa

Interactions: Kiwa, ???, Other LE Officers

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They were bringing religion into this. Excellent. It would make for some great outrage fuel. Before the protestor could finish their statement though, a blond boy with one eye covered shoved them to the side. Bradley watched as they fell and were overtaken by the crowd. They would probably be okay though... maybe.

A smile spread across her face as she heard the boy's question. She had prepared for this. Well, Brad Prime had, but Brad3 was once a part of her. Step one: flattery.

"That's a great question!" the redhead responded. Step two: respond vaguely. "You can trust that your friendly neighborhood Union members are the right people for the job!" Step three: express gratitude. "We thank you for your continued support!" The formula worked perfectly for cops as well as influencers when it came to controversy. She looked to Kiwa as well as any of their nearby comrades, seeing if they had anything they wanted to add before turning things back on the boy.

"So this is quite a momentous occasion," she said, making sure to use her big girl words. "What outcome were you hoping for today? Do you think this incident will sway the results? If so, do you have any words for people whose minds have been changed?"

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
Anne Faulkner from Paradox Live

TLDR
The post isn't even longBradley gaslights, gatekeeps, and girlbosses to get around answer the tough questions (as well as opens the floor for Kiwa and any other LE member to do so) before throwing some back at bandage eye blond boy.

Extra
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[angel doe]

augie quinn | daffodil | CS

escort | shapeshifting | partner: lixin gorgonio chen

Interactions: npcs (specifically kotone and shizuko)

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there was a sharp tug and augie stumbled backward, letting out a yell and tightening their grip around kotone's wrists. this idiot was actually trying to run... was he not aware that he was currently attached to them? why did he insist on making things more difficult than they needed to be? in an instant augie had turned and stretched their arm to reach the hostage, grabbing kotone's ankle and watching as he tripped and fell flat on his stomach.

"can't you sit still? i don't want to hurt you." augie approached kotone quickly and dropped directly on top of his back, with their tail remaining tightly coiled around his wrists. sitting on a hostage wasn't really what they had planned for this, but it was the only thing augie could think of at the moment.

there was also the hostage that had escaped her binds that needed to be dealt with. with a hum, augie turned their head 180 degrees to look at the woman with the small knife. with a warped grin, augie sprouted another tail lined with sharp barbs, and wrapped it around kotone's neck, "i don't know how much you really care about this man, but if you don't settle down his death will be on your head."

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
sweeney_boo on instagram
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TLDR
augie tripped kotone and sat on his back to stop him from flinging himself out the fuckin' window.
now threatening him to try and keep shizuko in line.
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Extra
- they have taken this shape to hide their true identity.
- with this shape comes a long tail they can use as a whip.
- a second tail has been added
- they have multiple rows of teeth, kind of like a shark but worse
- they sound very monotone when they speak. not important, i just wanted to share.
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[FabulousTrash]

Sakurai Kamiko | Captain | CS

Overseer | Accelerated Activity | Partner: Sakurai Sumiko

All the specialists, Goze AriAriAbabwa

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Well, this wasn't exactly ideal.

Kamiko wasn't surprised that Ibara made the first move and was starting to make demands. Down the hall, she heard the unknown voice shout what they wanted. A direct assault wouldn't be feasible anymore. Even with her or Andri's variant, Kamiko wasn't confident they could intervene in time before the Minister was offed.

For now, they'd have to play by Ibara's rules.

Kamiko reached to her device, speaking into her radio to the rest of the specialists

"They have the Minister outside the room, probably guarded by a group. We can't risk a direct assault at this time."

She paused, thinking for a moment before continuing.

"Aelestra, Renji. Maintain your position outside. Eri, find the fuze box for the building and be ready to kill the power. Lyss, head back down and requisition a camera. Take one from the media if you have to. Let me know when you're coming back with it. Andri, Tyler and Kuwana, you're with me."

Orders given. Time to act.

Kamiko gestured for those assigned to follow her as they began moving up through the hallway quietly. Just before the corner, Kamiko raised her hand, signaling a halt. She made a few more hand gestures, signaling the three with her to hold position and be ready to act.

Once that was established, she called out to the Ibara members around the corner.

"This is Captain Sakurai of the Union. I'm coming out so we can discuss your terms."

Kamiko rounded the corner, her hands raised as she walked slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the one holding the Minister, ignoring the others around them. Once she was just feet away, she stopped. Her eyes looked over to the Minister directly.

"Sir."

She then addressed the Ibara member holding him.

"Before we can honor your demands, I need to ensure all the hostages are in good health. If any of them are injured, we need to treat them now."

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
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Girls Frontline - AK15

TLDR
Kamiko adjusts the plan, gives different tasks to her specialists, then approaches Goze and inquires about all the hostages before meeting their demands
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[AriAriAbabwa]

Tatsuo Iori | Captain| CS

First Variant | Enhanced Aura | Partner(s): Tekina, Ryan

Interactions: CabbageAngel Roda the Red azenva gxxberkit

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"He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious," she said to Rinka, briefly putting her hand on his shoulder, though not focusing her gaze on him. Her hunters were not out of the blue just yet—as she recalled the orbs of white into the air, the dozens of beasts within the shrubbery emerged. They tried chasing after the spheres of aura like eager dogs, but as soon as they realized it was out of reach, they shirked back into their den.

"They swarm the garden like locust..." Tatsuo stepped in front, calmly watching it all unfold. The kami converged onto the shrine-maiden, molding into a singular mass that faded into transparency. "We must flush them out, then cut down the beasts with haste before they have time to bare tooth and claw at us." As for how... Where are you, Tekina...?

Her hunters brandished their weapons, clearly eager to carve through the beasts head-on. Even her present deputy seemed ready for them to charge forward. "The noise we make does not matter at this stage—but that is not to mention that we are only four at the moment. Four of us charging in without a plan other than to fight is repeating the same mishap..."

Tatsuo's eyes went across the garden again, then at the walls that surrounded it. Before answering her hunters, a plan formed in mind. "The mansion already provides the three-fourths of a cage. If we cut off the only end and prevent them from leaking out, we'll have the beasts surrounded." She looked to Rinka, still retaining her gentle demeanor. "Akiyama, I will create a platform with my aura for you to get on. A sudden explosion in the midst should panic the beasts, but I will pull you out before they attack you." Then at Hikari. "And Kitano, we can use those flares to highlight and stun the areas dense with beasts while marking them for your partner. I will have you go with Akiyama to do just that."

Tatsuo pointed to the other end of the garden. "The others and I will go around and guard their only exit. Once the explosions go off, there will be fleers, and they'll run straight into us." Then she turned to Ryan, offering a smile. "I'm sorry, Furukawa, but as of now Akiyama's abilities will prove vital. I will procure some samples for you to make up for it."

She also noticed the vial he took a short distance away. A glint of concerned flashed across her face as she moved closer to inspect it. "Is that... ash?" It did not take long for the captain to connect two and two; no doubt it was the reason for the exorbitant amount of beasts in this garden. It wouldn't be the first time Ibara got a hold of the ash... "The beasts may not be our only worry."

Tatsuo brought the radio to her mouth, making sure she was on the channel with Sybil. "As it stands, with the rest of my division tardy, I have to request a few law officers for backup."

With that, the captain looked at her three peers. "Keep in contact through radio, and keep us updated on anything you deem important. You have your orders."

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
Kikyou from Inuyasha

TLDR
Tatsuo refuses the plan to charge in for round two. New plan is for the Hunters to go around to the other end of the garden. Tatsuo will create a platform for Rinka and Hikari to get on and be put near the garden through the air. Hikari will use her illumination flares to stun/mark dense areas of beasts for Rinka to explode, also panicking the beasts. Tatsuo will pull them back before they get hurt. Then the Pest Control will take care of the fleeing beasts. Tatsuo calls Sybil for backup because a number of hunters are absent (grrrr), and is cautious about other threats after noticing Ryan take some of the ash in a vial.

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[gxxberkit]

Sybil Sanban | Chief | CS

Overseer | Accelerated Development | Partners: Sasha, Alice

Interactions: Law Enforcement, Tatsuo, Kamiko

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The massive front doors clicked into place behind the Pest and Spec Ops members with a slight push from Sanban. The woman then turned around, placing her hands behind her back and keeping a watchful eye on the Law Enforcement members under her. Its walkie-talkie crackled on with her beloved brother’s voice. With a curt nod to no one in particular, she didn’t reply.

Her solid black eye scanned over the crowd. She watched as the media showed up in droves, and as fellow Union members showed up late. Officers that were present pushed the crowd back, but what Sanban noticed was the fact that they were all grouped up in the front. This left open many opportunities for any strays to get inside. Sanban wasn’t fond of that possibility.

As she raised up her walkie talkie to speak to her subordinates, a message came in from Tatsuo.

"As it stands, with the rest of my division tardy, I have to request a few law officers for backup."

“Very well~ Sending them now, Captain~,” she responded before changing the frequency.

“YL-07, OL-42, please, head further to the west side of the building~ YL-70, NAL-86,” she paused, spotting a flicker of purple and red out of the corner of her eye. “...Head to the east.

“YL-13, KiL-47, join Pest Control as backup while I call for more Hunters~ Maybe you’ll be less useless than those dilatory members.”

She gave a small, pleasant hum as she watched them move. She took a step out of the way of the door to allow those she called to go inside.

She recalled the faint call of a woman in the manor behind her, presumably one of the people keeping the poor idiots inside hostage, clearly talking to the Spec Ops members about their demands. Noting the demand of a media outlet, Sanban put their walkie-talkie up to their face again, now talking to Kamiko.

“If you need cameras, we have lots of eager reporters just begging on their knees to get in~”

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
me

TLDR
Sybil moves a lot of PC Law Enforcement Members and then asks Kamiko about letting reporters in.

Extra
YL-07, OL-42: Law Nobody Special ; Valor AnemoVictorious
YL-70, NAL-86: Mint Kneetoe ; Shiko Roda the Red
YL-13, KiL-47: Lilith angel doe ; Alice Nano

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[gxxberkit]

Nakao & Kagawa | NPCs

Reporters

Interactions: Law Enforcement Division

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The reporter opened her mouth to reply, but that was immediately shut down by Lilith’s second sentence. With a glance spared to her partner, she placed her hands up. “Sorry! We'll get out of your hair, miss!”

The two shuffled off into the crowd, masking themselves in the group of innocents and fellow reporters. Once they got a safe distance away, they huddled, with Toshi’s camera pointed towards the sky. Hushed whispers between the two ensued, with the news anchor on the other end asking them what was going on. They ignored him, though, continuing on whispering.

The girl’s lavender-covered head popped out of the crowd for a moment before going back to her friend.

They smirked at each other with determined nods.

Preparing themselves, the boy leveled his camera and the girl adjusted her stance.

They made their way out of the cover of the crowd. The girl nudged the boy with a giggle, feigning innocence. However, to anyone looking, it was obvious what they were gunning for. They were heading straight to the side of the building.

They wanted to get in through a window.

About halfway to the edge of the building, they booked it. As fast as they —as average humans— could possibly run. Once they got past it, Usagi pulled Toshi to her side, their backs up against the wall. Toshi inched towards the edge of the wall to lookout with his trusty camera while his partner tried her best to get the window to open. “Hurry, hurry!”

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
Kyoko Kirigiri, Mahiru Koizumi - Danganronpa - Danganronpa Official Art; Unknown

TLDR
A couple of reporters are TRYING TO GET IN GET THEM

Extra
They're kinda dumb, huh?

 

[gxxberkit]

Suki Mihara | NPC

Escort | ???? | Partner: Aya Mihara

Interactions: Law, Val, anyone that sees her

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The car spun into the grass on the west side of the mansion, stopping as quick as it could and leaving deep tire tracks in the snow and dirt. The woman scrambled out of her unbuckled seat, tears rushing down her face. She ran to the nearest window, banging on it until it cracked and shattered inward. Patting herself down, she realized she forgot something.

“..Fuck!”

She turned around and ran back to her car. She pulled on the door erratically for it to open, and once it did she entered the vehicle again. She crawled into the back and searched through a cooler under the seat. Hurried breaths along with the shuffling of objects in the container filled the car.

She glanced up through the windshield. Officers caught her eye, prompting her to sob harder. They’re not going to let me in. They’re not going to let me in. She trembled.

Finally grabbing what she was looking for —a knife— she scrabbled back to the front of the car, and then rolled out the door. She got up, kicking it closed, and ran back to the window.

Before she got even halfway to it, her foot hooked on a rock hidden within the icy snow, tripping her up. Her face quickly met the cold ground. Pushing herself up, she grabbed onto her flushed red head. “AYAAAAAaaa..” she cried. Her hands moved over her eyes. She attempted to slow down her breathing, biting her lip. “Please be safe, please!”

She uncovered her face, eyes flickering to the side the Union officers would come from. “No!” she breathed, continuing her run towards the broken window. As she approached it, she placed her hands on the sill and immediately tried to climb it.

“PLEASE let me in, please! Please!”

MISC
IMAGE CREDIT
Seoyeon - Lady in Mystery - Artist

TLDR
Aya's wife is here to (not) save the day!

Extra
suki in a nutshell

Nobody Special AnemoVictorious