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>>38678265
>Your girlfriend

>>38678265
>Your contact
We should contact last order about disabling the ability limiter on our helmet

Rolled 1 (1d2)

A tie then.
>Contact
>Girlfriend

>>38678331
We should also switch back to CADRE since CADME won't work without the limiter

>>38678716
Anon, none of the systems work without the limiter. We already went over this at the end of last session.

>>38678746
On his ask page it says that last order could make it work without the ability limiter.

>>38678793
Tempting, but on the other hand Dark May is damn good. I'd gladly give up a bit of offensive power to be able to tank hits anywhere near as good as Saiai.

>>38678966
Or we could get rid of the limiter and learn to fly like a real superhero

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From the window you saw your contact arriving first. At first glance she looked like an overly serious class rep type. Then again she was the head of her own private security company. It probably came with the job to look as uptight as possible. She didn’t meander. Her steps took her directly to your table. It was easy to remain impassive as she sat down. Her pockets jingled audibly. Just like you had your impressions of her, she was probably sizing you up. The wheelchair was a curiosity. Surely she had worked with stranger.

“VERDICT I presume,” she said.

You nodded, picking up your tea to sip while she continued her scrutiny. Poking from under her clothes were what you suspected was a full body suit. It was well hidden, given her ‘disguise’ as just another fashionable high school girl. Her hat was ridiculous though.

“I have to say, I’m not impressed,” she was rather blunt, “But if Nayuta vouched for you well, I can make an exception just this once.”

“That’s a first,” you remarked.

“I’m not law enforcement, at least, not anymore. Even when I was the rules were different for me. I’ve seen reports, heard a few things. You’re sloppy and unlike the City I don’t have bottomless pockets to keep cleaning up after your messes.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not,” you replied, “I’m only doing this as a favour.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“What?” you asked.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised at all,” she sighed, “Not after the Endymion fiasco anyway. Give me one reason and I’ll drop you faster than you can cry uncle. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

>Discuss your responsibilities
>Introduce her to your girlfriend
>Talk about something else (other)

>>38679035
>Discuss your responsibilities

>>38679024
Flying < automatic forcefield

>>38679035
>Discuss your responsibilities

>>38679035
>Discuss your responsibilities

>>38679081
I just want to keep our TK though

>>38679197
Looks like we're getting to the point where we go in circles trying as hard as we can to make it not look like we're just saying "my taste is better". I already said that I'm happy to give up ranged/offensive TK for the Dark May reflection. I just think it will be far more entertaining to read and play if we can do the kind of ridiculous things that Saiai does, even if that means giving up being able to see combat DCs and the ability to vote "lol TK his leg and trip him" (because that is what TK will mostly be used for. It always is.)

>>38679654
You need to relax amigo

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Well you supposed that was one way to get to you know your new boss. It was time for a change of topic.

“Enough about that though, what can I expect from the job?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” she replied, “In fact, I think I’ll have you stick with me. No point in having you interfere with the regular arrangement.”

“That is a good plan, it would not do if he were to stick it in you after all,” Asuka made her presence known, “He belongs to me.”

You think her abrupt approach had startled Shutaura. She had gone for her something in on her pockets before she caught sight of Asuka’s casual handling of her sword. Either she figured she was going to lose on the draw, or that Asuka wasn’t out to kill her just yet. It was too late to not make a scene.

“I would like to know, where I am to be placed within our arrangement however,” Asuka continued, “Am I to stay close or would you allow me to operate at my discretion? You cannot fool me, Meigo Arisa.”

Right there, you presumed, was when Shutaura decided that she hated Asuka more than anything else. You took the revelation in stride. It was rather clever. Who’d have thought Shutaura would be so personable. You’d love to know more if it wasn’t such a touchy subject at the moment.

“Somewhere far from me,” she finally ground out.

“That suits me just fine, I presume you have schedule. I know there is an interview and fan meet but otherwise that is the extent of my knowledge.”

From another pocket, Shutaura produced a small tablet with the schedule. It had times down to the second concerning Arisa’s schedule. Well it was her schedule too but it was confusing to superimpose the image of an idol on Shutaura. As for the schedule, first up was the,

>Interview
>Fan meet

>>38679933
This is messed up. I'm more worked up now over whether or not >>38679654 sounds angry than I was when I wrote the thing. Did it really come across as pissy or something? I wasn't worked up when I wrote it, just didn't see the need to keep beating around the bush.

Anyway, back to talking about cyborg brainparts, do you care about the ranged TK or the combat DCs more? Because looking at the chart thing makes me think that we could get DM and ranged TK working at the same time by modding the Ability Limiter instead of removing it and modding the VERDICTOS to work without it.

>>38680199
>Fan meet

>>38680199
>Fan meet

>>38680199
>Interview

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The time is now afternoon, the weather is cool, and the date remains unchanged.

Transport to the venue was a provided by a big black SUV. Shutaura had transformed in transit. Gone was the dark hair and the piercing blue eyes. Instead of the tall, dark and bishoujo, was a cute girly kind of girl. There was even a genuine smile now instead of a tight-lipped frown. It was kind of jarring given the speed. Though you had to admit, the clothes suited her much better now. Shutaura had then asked you to refer to her as Arisa while on the job. Of course, she refused to talk to Asuka who as usual was grinning widely at the idol. Likewise, the protection detail weren’t great conversationalists either. The regular reports from them noted nothing unusual.

It was a short ride to the concert hall. There wasn’t a huge crowd yet. Part of it was due to the battle and the fact that the concert started in an hour or two. The driver took you close to the crowd. It was probably deliberate. You took the opportunity to scan the crowd. Despite the glass you managed to catch the telltale yellow of a Code M emission scattered about the crowd. That had you worried, since there was a fan meet before the show for those that had backstage passes. You remembered Touma had a pair but he likely wasn’t going, not with the tickets you gave him. So you had informed them of your reservations.

There wasn’t much anyone could do about that for the moment though. While you were scanning for threats, your eyes fell on a familiar figure bathed in yellow. It was Kaoru and Index. Well, at least that answered the question of who Touma gave his ticket to. You had sat back against the wall of the meeting hall while Arisa did her thing.

>Ignore them and keep scanning
>Strike up conversation with the duo

>>38681235
>Ignore them and keep scanning

>>38681235
>Ignore them and keep scanning

>>38681235
>Ignore them and keep scanning

>>38681235
>You had sat back against the wall of the meeting hall
I thought we were in the wheelchair. Did we suddenly start standing or did you mean that we wheeled the chair back against the wall or something?

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People ignored you for the most part. You kept silent and apart from the main attraction. Not even the wheelchair and your helmet rated much more than a glance. Arisa was having a bit of a ball talking with her fans. If you weren’t on the job you would have struck up conversation. As you were, you contented yourself with watching Index introduce Kaoru to Arisa while you continued your vigil. Apparently Index and Arisa were friends. It was strange but not quite as strange as the Code M that walked in not a moment later.

There was no hostility in her step but she had scanned the room as she entered. When her gaze fell on you, her face almost twisted in to discomfort. Quickly averting her gaze she moved quickly towards Arisa. There was urgency in her stride now as you moved to intervene. You had recognised her. It was hard to forget the face of a kidnapper. She didn’t have her sword with her but that didn’t mean anything to a Code M. Her gaze had also fallen on Kaoru. There was no love between the two of them but at least they regard the other civilly.

“Meigo Arisa-san it is a pleasure to meet you,” she bowed to your boss.

“Hah ha, there’s no need to be so formal miss?” Arisa replied confused.

You think half of her was genuinely curious while the other half was wary.

“Kanzaki Kaori. I look forward to your concert.”

With that she left. Didn’t even have the courtesy to ask for an autograph. You had finally joined Arisa by the time she left.

“She’s Code M isn’t she?” her tone was that of Shutaura’s.

“Yes, but I wouldn’t know why she’s here,” you replied.

“I just hope she’s here for my singing,” Arisa once more asserted herself.

“Don’t worry,” you said, “I’ll,

>”keep an eye on the crowd.”
>”stick as close to you as I can.”

>>38682255
>”stick as close to you as I can.”

>>38682255
I'm really tempted to say we'll keep an eye out because wheelchair+TK makes that more generally effective, but sticking as close to her as we can might catch something we miss by trying to watch everything else.

>>38682255
Why not both?

>>38682255
>>”keep an eye on the crowd.”
odds are likely if anything is going to happen it will be from there really.

>>38682255
>”keep an eye on the crowd.”
Like a hawk.

>>38682868
>>38682834
>slowpokes.jpg
vote window is 15 minutes m80s

The movie was aggressively mediocre

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The presence of a Code M with no known motives was a bit of a concern but the show must go on. Thus you had told her that you would be keeping close, as you had been instructed. She was mostly reassured with that as one the assistants noted the time. It was time for the concert to start and thus the fans were started to be ushered out. Kaoru threw one last look your way but otherwise nothing else of note happened. Arisa of course, helped wheel you away to the dressing area. Of course you didn’t enter with her. She had staff on hand to help dress and do make up. In that time you had finally found out where Asuka was going to station herself.

“I shall have the best seat in the house.”

By that, she meant she was at the front, in the small area between the crowd and stage, though mostly facing the crowd. From the ticket you had given Touma, he and Sparky would be pretty close to the stage too.

“Can you also keep an eye on the crowd for me?” you asked.

“Of course, that is, after all, our job is it not? Or is there another reason for it?”

“Code M in the crowd, I’ll be backstage so,” you elaborated.

“I see. I shall keep the Dean on hand then.”

Arisa chose that moment to emerge. The crowd’s baying started to leak from the stage.

“Well it’s time,” she shivered only a bit before her steps became firm.

“Break a leg,” Asuka added.

“I’m not sure if you mean well or not.”

“I do not know myself.”

Asuka tittered and left. You could hear the music start up and Arisa soon stepped on stage to delight of the fans.

https://youtu.be/TZtC0YvgQFU

There were still some cameras backstage but they were limited since you were already so close behind the curtains so to speak. Your gaze was mostly on,

>The business backstage
>The limited view of the audience
>Arisa herself
>Somewhere else (write-in)

>>38683362
>Arisa herself

Asuka is cute when she is jelly

>>38683362
>The business backstage
I really want to say the up above area because attacks at a performance never don't come from the above place.

>>38683362
>The business backstage

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You focused on what you could see. Asuka was out there. Aside from enjoying whatever reaction Sparky had to sitting next to Touma, she also had the best view of the audience. You would just have to trust her to judgement. You on the other hand had a better view backstage. If various works of fiction were correct then the gantries up above the stage and whatnot was where the shenanigans would happen. Not so in this particular concert hall. The rig for the lighting was constantly monitored and there were contingencies in place for those onstage should something come up.

Likewise there was nothing suspicious going on backstage. The staff was well rehearsed. Security was well hidden but still present. Their reports filtered in regularly, nothing out of the ordinary. At least, nothing out of the ordinary for them,

“Reporting a disturbance on the VIP floor, booth 17.”

“Will investigate,” another guard replied.

One song later and the guard had dismissed it as nothing important. Just a bit of spilled drink and food was all. As the concert dragged on, you paid attention to the minor things that concerned security. A guest had wandered in to restricted area after getting lost. Someone tried sneaking in to the concert. Asuka as well had reported nothing of note, save that she may have discovered a new fetish. It was enough that you felt confident that after the break you could actually start patrolling. Maybe reinvestigate the reports that had occurred.

>Stay where you are
>Patrol the halways

>>38684356
>Patrol the halways

>>38684356
>Stay where you are

>>38684356
>Patrol the halways

>>38684356
>Patrol the halways

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It was really to your surprise that Asuka had joined you for the patrol. Apparently she was her little prank had exceeded her beyond all expectation. She spoke of it as you two walked the halls.

“I knew I could trust you to select a suitable match for the Railgun,” she complimented, “It is an amusing interaction between her and your friend. Kamijou Touma, was it?”

“Sounds like something I should have seen for myself.”

“Unwise, that thought. Your dear little sister would probably kill you if she so much as suspected you had a hand. Then resuscitate you to kill you anew.”

“Touma did say that he was going to punch me if he thought I was setting him up.”

“Truly?” Asuka mused, “That just makes the Railgun’s reaction even more precious.”

“She was embarrassed.”

“And more. Mortification, shock, despair, the whole gamut of emotions displayed in defeat. All of it because of a simple misunderstanding, at least I hope it is a misunderstanding. Tell me, does Kamijou Touma have feelings for Meigo Arisa?”

You shrugged and replied,

“He’s friends with her at the very least.”

“Then I shall just have to hope that they remain just friends.”

It would be a bit much if Touma was spoken for. You were sure his luck wasn’t that good. The fact that he preferred older women also had to be considered. Hopefully, nothing bad was going to come out of this mostly harmless prank.

You were on the VIP floor by now. Arisa just started her encore. As you walked past the various booths it was booth 17 that had you stopping in your tracks. It was rather unexpected to hear a pleading,

“Stop, not here.”

Which was then silenced before further objection, right before you could hear some scraping along the carpeted floor. There was a clink and a rustle before you turned to Asuka. She raised her eyebrow, curious as well by this development. What worried you the most was the small trick of yellow from underneath the door.

>Leave it alone
>Security check
>Breach and clear

>>38685190
>Breach and clear

>>38685190
>Breach and clear

>>38685190
>Security check

>>38685190
>Security check

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1. Check
2. Breach

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C'mon compromising position!

Daddy needs some comedic misunderstandings

Well you certainly weren’t going to let this go. It was probably against the City’s code of conduct somewhere to not be lewd in public. The Code M emission was also important you suppose. You pulled out your sidearm and moved to open the door. Asuka also drew her own weapon. There was no taking chances with Code M. If you were going to take action it would be swift and decisive. With the push of a button the door slipped open.

Asuka slipped in first. You wheeled in after her, gun up. There was a clash of steel in the dark room. On the floor was Kanzaki, soaking wet with some fizz. Most of her top was gone but she was still modest. Index was watching with rapt fascination as Kaoru was sent flying out over the side of the booth. Asuka followed her. You trained your gun on Kanzaki, belatedly shouting,

“SECURITY!”

The music in the background didn’t stop you assumed your little altercation hadn’t interrupted anything important. Kanzaki looked up at you. Just as you were halfway between confusion and amusement, she was halfway between murderous and tearing up from embarassment. The normal security poked his head through the doorway.

“Um, is everything alright sir?”

Asuka heaved Kaoru over the ledge with a meaty thump.

Wat do?
>Apologise to Kanzaki
>Arrest them for public indecency
>Obtain explanation post-haste
>Other (write-in)

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>>38685935

>>38685935
>Other (write-in)
Pop a wheelie and drive away

>>38685935
>Obtain explanation post-haste

>>38685935
>"If you won't tell me what you were doing I'm gonna call Touma."

>>38685935
>Obtain explanation post-haste

>>38685935
go back to guarding arisa and secretly hope something interesting happens

>>38682918
I'll agree with that, but Touma caving Shutaura's face in made sitting through it worth it.

I'd have punched Ladylee though, height differences be damned.

>>38685935
>Obtain explanation post-haste

Come to think of it, there was an Index audio drama where Stiyl got blindsided by AC thugs and had to have Kanzaki bail him out. When Kanzaki kicked their asses, the thugs decided she was their Ane-san and tried to form a group around her.

On that note, is this the Index quest I heard about where Stiyl got killed off?

>>38687294
Yeah, Stiyl is dead as fuck.

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this guy is supposed to be 14?

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>>38687438
Yeah and this chick is supposed to be 40 or something

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You were tempted, oh so tempted, to just rollback what you had just become witness to. There was probably an explanation for all this. Odds were good that it was not going to be a good one.

“Let me guess,” you started slowly, “You spilled something and you were trying to clean it up.”

“In essence, yes,” Kaoru replied dryly.

You waved the security away as Asuka clambered back in to the booth.

“Now what are you really up to?”

Kaoru shifted her gaze to Kanzaki.

“I was trying to build a barrier,” she confessed.

You kept the gun trained on her but it didn’t seem to unnerve the woman at all.

“To be more precise it was a spell related to the concept of patron saints,” Index supplied.

“I objected of course,” Kaoru spoke, “The Index is quite safe with me. And I was right to say that risking magic in this City and in this time was dangerous.”

Kanzaki and Index sighed, though you suspect for different reasons. On the floor, scattered besides Kanzaki were pieces of paper. There was a bit of a glow in them to your eye but it was fading fast. Whatever magic was infused in it had been replaced with Kaoru’s choice in soft drink.

“I get that protection is important,” you said, “But can’t you do that at home?”

“But,” Kanzaki started.

“No buts,” you interrupted, “I don’t know if you know but I’m supposed to kill Code M like you. I just want to get this over with so I can go back to being on vacation alright?”

“Alright.”

“I might also suggest a change of clothes, if only to convey the proper first impression,” Asuka added.

As you stepped out the concert was wrapping up. There was an interview segment though you didn’t really pay attention to it. It was more propaganda for the City. The message was simple, “don’t let the war dampen your spirit or else we’ll all lose.”

[1/2]

The time is evening, the weather is still cold, and the date remains unchanged.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The customary words were exchanged between everyone. You were standing outside the parking lot, in the street, with Asuka and Arisa. Your job was done and you were parting ways with the idol here. Apart from the small incident with Kanzaki, there were no massive property damage, excessive violence or otherwise. Of course, just as you thought that, she the two bodyguards with her flopped forward unconscious. Their necks had been pricked with subsonic munitions. You had the time to process that thought before you too felt a needle on your throat. Then, you too left the waking world.

Episode End. Interlude time now.
>Temporal Turbulence
>War Report III: Nayuta Night’s

>>38687618
>Temporal Turbulence

>>38687466
thats a standard trick to justify pandering to lolicons though

>>38687618
poo

>Temporal Turbulence

>>38687618
Fucking helmet. "Oh yeah, I can take anti-tank rounds no problem. Just don't get dart gun'd in the neck!
If we'd had the Dark May emulator active, that shit woulda got reflected.

>Temporal Turbulence

>>38687618
>Temporal Turbulence

>>38687692
>If we'd had the Dark May emulator active, that shit woulda got reflected.
Hope Mishka can figure out how to tamper with the limiters without completely removing them. DME would be really nice.

>>38687618
Thanks for the thread. I'm gonna go now because tired as fuck. I'll catch the interlude later

Your helmet’s lower half automatically folded up so that you could have lunch. All that talking had left you more than just thirsty. You were hungry. Sadly it was a public location so you could not simply remove your helmet. Especially when Sparky was sitting across the table. You were going to tell her, eventually. Now didn’t seem like a good time. You noticed that she was staring as you sipped tea. If you had proper eye brows you’d raise them. Instead you lowered the cup and tilted your head to the side.

“Huh, I didn’t think there was an actual person under there,” Sparky remarked.

“Oi, that’s rather rude onee-san,” Nayuta said.

It wasn’t like you minded or anything. You shrugged as Sparky’s gaze returned to you.

“It’s for his protection,” Nayuta explained.

The waiter arrived with your food. It was a pasta dish of some kind. Sparky contemplated Nayuta’s words.

“If I pull it off, would he die?” she asked.

Out of the corner of your eye, Ben-jii and Nayuta shared a look.

“It would be extremely painful,” Nayuta lied cheerily.

Sparky grimaced.

“He’s a big guy,” Ben-jii added.

“For you.”

The look on Sparky’s face was full of confusion. Reaching across the table, Ben-jii gave Nayuta a high five. You thought the pasta was okay.

>Once Upon a Time in Hungary (I)
>Hindsight

>>38688019
>Hindsight

>>38688019
>Once Upon a Time in Hungary (I)

>>38688019
>Once Upon a Time in Hungary (I)
This is why i am here today!!

“The thought of remarrying did occur to me once or twice,” you admitted, “But I didn’t think it was appropriate.”

“You turned him down,” your partner stated.

“It’d never work out to begin with.”

As far as excuse went, that one was up there as one of the more legitimate ones. It was, given the circumstances. Really. You decided to change subject before Hawkeye could really get going,

“But really, enough about me, how’s yours going? The way you keep bothering me makes me feel like an old maid.”

Your partner sighed. With your little tricks you could practically feel the blood rushing through her. You also caught a name, barely whispered but quickly uttered. It sounded like a drawn out “mom” but you couldn’t leave it that,

“What’s that Hawkeye? My hearing’s not what it used to be.”

“N-nothing ma’am,” your partner managed.

The embarrassment was normal for a young teen, even if she was the designated marksman. She also didn’t call you ma’am unless she lost her composure. The only reason the two of you were having this conversation was because you were bored. You were bored because this was the tenth hour you were staking out an apartment in Budapest. The reason for that was because both you and your partner were in need of a new and/or corrected set of identities.

“Come on, tell me about him,” you urged.

“He was an animator.”

“An artist? I didn’t think you the type,” you commented.

“Grandmother always said that if I could find a man who made six figures without trafficking people, guns, or drugs, he was a keeper.”

“I wish my grandmother was as wise as yours,” you almost laughed, “So how’d you fall in love?”

“I didn’t really, not with him, just his art. Besides there was the,” she paused, “family business.”

You left it at that because your target had been sighted.

“Target has left the building.”

You moved to descend from your perch.

“Good luck Black Widow.”

You almost snorted.

>Hindsight
>Once Upon a Time in Hungary (II)

>>38688438
>Hindsight

>>38688438
>Hindsight

It all seemed simple on paper. Get in, find out what you could, and then pass the intel back on. As ever, present circumstance had made the original plan moot from the beginning. The key was the Point of Divergence. Rather, the Point of Divergence amended a fact that potential traveller did not, and could not know. The Universe was self-correcting and it wasn’t great doing so. In fact, your arrival had the Universe attempting to avert the grandfather’s paradox so hard that it could have destroyed the world. The war wasn’t supposed to have gone on longer than a week or two. It had been raging for almost two months now without end. Even the scale had escalated, dragging once neutral countries in to the conflict if only by proxy. You had signed up with the Second Progenitor to stop this madness. The Universe had twisted a sense of humour like that.

All to think, that this was because of the family curse. It wasn’t much a curse really. All it ensured was good parentage, one way or another, in the end. Unfortunately, the Matriarch saw differently. She was an aberration, an undying creature that was seeking its own end. That was why she sent her descendents back in time. She wished to correct the mistake. You remember why you were approached. A third daughter of one of the three main families, you were rather unimportant. Your disappearance would not be missed, not when the Matriarch had seemingly taken you under her wing. There was fear from all who gazed on her powerfully disguised form. All you had seen was a suffering old woman.

“Ma’am why are you so sad,” you had asked her politely.

It had been on the anniversary of your grandfather’s funeral.

“Ah, it is simply the regret of an old woman, worry not about me little one.”

It was a mistake in retrospect to have reached out to her. You couldn’t have foreseen how desperate the Matriarch was. It couldn’t have been worse, you thought on arrival. Whelp.

>Once Upon a Time in Hungary (II)
>After Action Report

>>38688961
>Once Upon a Time in Hungary (II)

>>38688961
>After Action Report

>>38688961
>Once Upon a Time in Hungary (II)

“You know, I think Tadakuni’s been a terrible influence on you,” you spoke.

“Mishka does not know what you are talking about,” Mishka whistled innocently.

It was cute in the way she thought she could feign ignorance. She had come a long way. Giving up that verbal tic was a major step. She was still a kid, a weak electromaster that commanded over 9000 other electromasters perhaps, but still, a kid. Hamazura was going to get a kick out of that whenever you got back to him. If you ever got back, that is. The City had changed in your absence and it was a major pain in the ass to get back in. Sagara was working on it, and you trusted him to do what he did. Not even the loss of an eye seemed like a big deal.

Sometimes you wondered how you managed to fall in with the wrong crowd despite being a Skill-Out by association. Maybe Hamazura had been right. Ability Users were nothing but trouble. They were, you knew, but they made up for it in other ways. You just didn’t see it right now.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to go out alone at night anyway?”

“Because Mishka did not think Mishka would be the target of an assassination attempt,” she answered.

“Right, only a kidnapping one,” you replied dryly.

In the rear view mirror, Budapest was still on fire. You amazed that all she had managed to steal a transport while shaking off her pursuers at the same time.

“Mishka was really really quiet,” she explained.

To be more accurate, she hi-jacked the local power grid to engineer a distraction, a fiery and explosive one. The rest of the Problem Children had gone back to sleep since you were the one that was on Mishka duty when she snuck out.

“And no, for the last time I am not teaching you to Mark&Execute like in that video game.”

Mishka clicked her tongue.

Interlude End.
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Hilarity ensues. Damn the year’s winter weather. Miss me? When writefag and /tg/ meet, the story begins.

>>38689550
thanks for running