>>46141811
>Continue negotiations

>>46141811
>Continue negotiations

>>46141811
>>Continue negotiations
Welcome back, Bored.

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As much as big bad Roman Catholic Code M from the City, it wouldn’t solve the root cause in the first place. Negotiations had to continue in some form or another. That left a pleasant smile on Orwell’s face. Everyone else too, thought it was a good plan. Now the problem was that they had split up in the first place.

“I don’t know about the others, but I know that Fiamma was looking for you,” Orwell pointed at Touma.

“Me?”

“Well more that right hand of yours,” Orwell elaborated, “Who would have thought the Anglicans would have laid claim to it first.”

He held no small amount of amusement in that last statement.

“He’s not under the protection of the Anglicans,” Princess Carissa corrected, “He’s under the protection of the Crown itself.”

Orwell smiled wider, as if the distinction made it even more amusing.

“Kamijou Touma was?” he smiled, “I hope there won’t be any problems between the two.”

His hand was extended out to shake Touma’s as he said that. You waited patiently, mostly ignoring the byplay, as did Kaoru. When they were finished you finally asked,

“And what about the other two?”

“Hmmm, Vento and Terra huh?” Orwell pondered it a bit, “Vento went for a walk, though I’m not sure where, and if you wait long enough, Terra will join me eventually for some wine.”

So that left two wanderers that you would have to find in total.

“I suppose we shall have to be on a lookout for strange happenings within the City to pinpoint Vento,” Kaoru concluded.

The Brits snorted.

“Well, stranger than the usual for this City,” Kaoru huffed, “I’m sure we can put in a lost child bulletin on City-wide broadcast to find Fiamma.”

Nayuta was clearly busy but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do a simple look up. The only strange event of note was growing riot within School District 10 that had gone mysteriously silent. With the lack of proper law enforcement presence she would very much appreciate it if you went and took a look as well.

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>>46142726
>Check out the silent riot
>Call Fiamma out first
>Split the party
>Other (write-in)

>>46142752
>Check out the silent riot

>>46142726
>>Check out the silent riot
A little too close to our personal interests there.

>>46142752
>Check out the silent riot

too quiet

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With how you could easily get Fiamma’s attention, you settled for the harder of the two options first. Not to mention, you had a personal stake in the area. It was then rather eerie as you arrived in the silent streets of the district in question. The only noise you could hear were the soft purring of the Jaguar and the small talk inside it.

“Stop the car,” you instructed.

Getting out, you walked up to a fallen thug on the side of the road. Turning him over, you found that he was alive but unconscious to the world around him. His every breath was tinted with yellow swirls indicative of actively circulating Code M emissions. The others were similar.

“What kind of foul magic is this?” Kaoru puzzled.

“Touma, give me a hand here,” you instructed.

“Uh right.”

His right arm easily dispelled whatever curse was laid on one of the thugs.

“Ugh, what happened?” the thug in question asked.

Then he saw you.

“Oh fuck, I ain’t causing no trouble man.”

“What happened here?” you simply asked.

“Look I was just minding my business and then all of a sudden,” he waved his hands.

“Let him go,” you told Touma.

As soon as he did, the thug was relieved. It was only for a moment since he fell unconscious almost immediately afterwards. You could see the Code M inducing it.

“So,” you asked the two Code M in your party, “What do you think? How do we deal with a Code M that can put people to sleep without even being present?”

“A powerful spell like this, it must have a condition for activation,” Princess Carissa answered, “Otherwise we would have been caught in it already.”

“Then it must be some kind of wide area anti-personnel self-defence spell,” Kaoru added, “We should find someone that could have seen her to know more.”

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>>46143707

And given how vandalised the cameras in School District 10 were, it was no easy feat to track her down. Aside from moving to the source of the riots, maybe you could try and find Sagara or Kyousuke at your place in the district. They may have been caught in the spell but surely they’d know more than the average rioter.

>Investigate the riots
>Look for your friends

>>46143731
>Look for your friends

>>46143731
>Look for your friends

>>46143731
>Look for your friends

yoohoo running crew?

>>46143731
>>Look for your friends
Bros before...riots?

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An even shorter drive later you arrived at your property. It was the same thing here. Sagara was slumped over your desk, Kyousuke against the wall. There were others present, mostly no name thugs. What caught you attention was a certain leader of Skill-Out, Hamazura Shiage. He had lost consciousness on the couch opposite. Draped across his lap was Kinuhata Saiai. You couldn’t help but save the photo for future use as leverage as need be. Touma woke up Sagara.

“Fuck man,” he said as he saw your party, “What happened?”

“That’s what I want to know,” you replied.

“Well, we were discussing the future of the district and it was Hamazura’s turn to speak,” he waved, “Huh, looks like he got taken out too. I feel less bad about this right now.”

“What were you thinking?” Kaoru asked matter-of-factly.

“Huh? Where’d he go?” Sagara looked around the room, “I swore a runner came in with news of some strange shit going down in the district. I was annoyed at the interruption and was going to say something to stop but the next thing I know I’m in dreamland.”

“So the spell works on the basis of hostility?” Princess Carissa chimed in, “Would that we had the Index here to make sure.”

“Why aren’t you sure?” Touma asked.

He was still holding on to Sagara.

“That is because I feel the need to throttle this Vento for being such a nuisance, and yet I am still awake,” the Princess answered.

“Perhaps there is a defence against it after all,” Kaoru eyed Her Highness, “Unfortunately, I am quite sure that Kamijou-san is too much of a gentleman to lay his hands on you.”

“Wait, so if he moves his hand I go back to sleep?” Sagara piped up.

“Assuming you mean to harm this Vento that we are trying to find,” you replied, “Then mostly likely yeah, but we won’t know until he does.”

“Well if Code M are attracted to Code M, why not try the Russian embassy around the corner?” Sagara suggested, “Whatever you do, do it fast, I got work to catch up on.”

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>>46144729
>Keep Sagara awake and keep moving
>Leave Sagara to sleep and move on
>Have Touma test Carissa’s defences
>Other (write-in)

>>46144762
>Leave Sagara to sleep and move on
This investigation makes no sense to me

>>46144762
>Leave Sagara to sleep and move on

>>46144762
>Leave Sagara to sleep and move on

I owe you a beer

>>46144729
>>Leave Sagara to sleep and move on
He'll probably be fine. Lets lock up before we leave though.

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Touma let go and just as expected, Sagara slowly succumbed to the spell in question. At least you now have a general defence against the Code M. As long as you wished them no harm then you should be alright. Even Kaoru seemed to be unaffected which meant your party was for the most part immune so you moved on. As you walked towards the Russian embassy you could hear a low rumble, the ground minutely shaking as the sound passed. Your group picked up the pace.

Standing in front of the construction site was a woman in a yellow robe and a yellow floppy hat. She also had a weapon, some kind of hammer, in hand. You presumed she was Vento. Across from her was Ambassador Elizalina. The whole area was bathed in a yellow glow and Kaoru nearly flinched from the amount of emissions she must have felt. Touma stepped out front, and you marvelled at how the flow seemed to cease as it came in to contact with him. Thus you pulled Kaoru in to his wake as he parted the sea of yellow by his mere presence. Vento turned, her face studded with metal as noticed your party arrive.

“Huh, I found the Imagine Breaker first,” she noted lazily, “I bet Fiamma still hasn’t found the little assassin yet. Yo, heathens, I hope you’d be more helpful than this useless heretic.”

She gestured to the Russian woman.

“Ah, Torikov-san, or should I say, VERDICT,” the Russian ambassador spoke, “I would advise staying out of this, her Divine Judgement is a tricky thing to overcome.”

“We would like you to come with us,” you said simply.

“And what if I don’t?” she sneered, “Whatcha’ gonna do about it big guy?”

You shrugged.

“I’m looking for the Pope Killer,” she continued, “Until you can bring that to the table, you can all burn in hell for all I care.”

Looks like negotiations have finally begun in earnest,
>Lie to/convince her (write-in)
>Have Touma take her out
>Other (write-in)

>>46145825
>Have Touma take her out
he has a way with women

>>46145825
>>Have Touma take her out

>>46145825
Tell them about the guards that are our prime suspects and ask for their help

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Did the woman think you had time for this? She had better. Your shoving of the reluctant Touma forward would have been out of place otherwise. He turned to give you a questioning look.

“Best you take care of it before things get ugly,” you said.

He caught on to the meaning perfectly. If he had in any way been following your exploits he would certainly hope that you wouldn’t bring your destructive tendencies to bear. He was a bit of a bleeding heart like that.

“What do you want Imagine Breaker? Don’t think I won’t smack you around if you decide to get frisky.”

“Vento,” you pulled her attention, “What we want and what we get are two different things.”

“What does that have to do with,” she paused, noting the wild right upper cut, “Sneaky bastard.”

Her hammer was swung but there was no yellow glow coming off of it. Touma’s left arm came off worse for the blow but he managed to graze Vento around the shoulder anyway. Her dress exploded in to strips of cloth. Everyone paused a moment to digest the sight.

“I’m going to kill you so hard you fucking heathen!”

She lifted her weapon as Touma’s red face look upon her both in pain, horror, resignation, and what CASIE interpreted as minor arousal. His left hung limply as she brought it down but he was moving before it could hit.

“Stop moving God damn it.”

He dodged around her as she swung wildly. Princess Carissa had her face in her palm, muttering darkly beneath her breath. The Ambassador looked on amused whilst Kaoru was exasperated. For a woman of the cloth, Vento was rather fit, you noted.

“I would if you didn’t pick a fight at the start,” Touma whined.

“Shut up and take your Divine Punishment like a man.”

If this was the quality of God’s Right Seat, then it was no wonder the Pope had been assassinated so easily.

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>>46147095
The time was afternoon, the weather is lighter, and the date remains unchanged.

Having subdued Vento out of sheer embarrassment, you were pleased to find that Orwell, or in his title of Acqua, had managed to grab a hold of Terra. They were both more than just sloshed but the last of God’s Right Seat, Fiamma of the Right, was also present. He was the nominal head.

“So I hear the heathens wished to talk,” he started.

The four of you were sitting opposite the other at a same pub Orwell and Terra had been drinking. Vento, of course, had been clothed again, after much protest.

“There’s no need for them to talk,” Terra slurred, “As if they were capable of talking anyway.”

“Come now Terra, someone as exalted as myself should at least be able to listen to their concerns. Likewise I will instruct them that we would require three things from them.”

“The Pope Killer,” Vento spoke up.

“The Index,” continued Terra.

“And the Imagine Breaker,” finished Fiamma.

Orwell, or Acqua, remained silent.

>Bargain them down (write-in)
>Ask them questions (write-in)
>Let someone else conduct the negotiations

>>46147117
the pope killer maybe

but for the last two? get serious, this isn't the time for bullshit haggling.

maybe offer a tome from Index? and by tome I mean her shitty twilight knockoff novel

>>46147247
This. They need to get over themselves.

>>46147117
The Pope's killer walks free and you play games of power?

With guards like you its no wonder he died.

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“Assuming we have the Pope Killer then we would gladly hand them over to you,” you started, “but let me ask you a question. When the Pope’s killer walks free, is it so wise for you to be playing games of power? One would question your competence in such matters.”

The table frowned at your words.

“As for the Index and the Imagine Breaker,” you turned towards Touma, “I would say that is dependent on their will. If you need something of the former we can always arrange for a trade.”

“The United Kingdom does not take the protection of their charges lightly,” Princess Carissa also interjected, “Both the Index Librorum Prohibitorum and the Imagine Breaker are vital to national security and thus Her Majesty.”

“So the heretics and heathens deign to think too highly of themselves,” Terra finally opened his eyes, “I suspected that we should have taken them when we had the chance.”

“And we still have that chance, when one is the glorious me,” Fiamma added.

“And what has war gotten you?” Touma finally spoke, “Your crusade, it was started because you attacked us first. You didn’t even profit from it, others did, and they still played you like a fiddle.”

Three of the four speaking members opposite you shifted backwards in their seats, eyeing each other. You assumed a silent conversation was being passed, what with the bridge of yellow that connected them all. Unlike the others, Orwell had a great poker face. Vento seemed angry, Terra was calm, and Fiamma was impatient. Finally their leader spoke again.

“We will demand rights for the Pope Killer should they be found, and we will ask for access to the Index, in exchange for our assistance in your grand ritual.”

You remained impassive but everyone else on your side had widened their eyes to varying degrees.

“We do not require assistance,” the Princess cut in, “So you will only have one of the two you asked for.”

“Do not be so hasty,” Fiamma’s words dripped with arrogance.

He looked to you specifically.

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>>46148178
>”They get either access to the Index or the Pope Killer, take it or leave it.”
>”They can have both, but we will have peace and your assistance.”
>Other (write-in)

>>46148213
>”They get either access to the Index or the Pope Killer, take it or leave it.”

>>46148178
>>Other (write-in)
"You will get rights to the Pope killer, and be glad for it. Beings that you were the aggressors in your last failed war, you should be happy for this measure of cooperation."

>>46148213
>”They get either access to the Index or the Pope Killer, take it or leave it.”

>>46148213
>”They can have both, but we will have peace and your assistance.”

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“Take it or leave it,” you finally said, “Access to the Index, or custody of the Pope Killer should they ever be remanded in to our custody.”

“We will consider the matter,” Fiamma practically conceded, “What is your request?”

“The ceasefire that His Holiness desires will be signed,” you answered, “His will be done, on Earth, as it is in Heaven.”

The Christians in the room grimaced at that.

“So His Holiness has said and so it shall be done.”

The time is now evening, the weather cloudy, and the date remains unchanged.

It had taken hours before an official ceasefire had been signed and was propagated around the world. God’s faithful Christians could finally lay down their arms. Whether they would then beat those swords to ploughshares was another matter. Still, it felt like a weight had been lifted from the City as a muted celebration went on about the night. No longer had the residents had to live in fear of another attack, but the Republic of India as well could finally rest a bit easier. It was not an official peace treaty of course, though there have been talks from the UN Secretary General to the lowliest of commentators that world peace might actually be within sight of the end of the year. The only major ongoing conflict was in South East Asia really.

You were having a private dinner with Princess Carissa, Touma, the Index, and Judgement Branch Office 48.

“To world peace,” Touma raised a glass.

When he said it like that it sounded really corny. It was probably the champagne talking. He thought it was non-alcoholic. The poor sod.

“Cheers,” came the rest of the room.

“So what did they decide in the end nii-chan?” Nayuta interrogated you.

She wasn’t particularly happy that the old foggies upstairs were breathing down her neck. Something to do with how the British were needlessly involved in a domestic affair no doubt.

They had,
>Access to the Index
>Dibs on the Pope Killer

>>46149379
>Dibs on the Pope Killer

The killer isn't Kaur right?

>>46149379
>Dibs on the Pope Killer

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The time is now morning, the weather is bright, and the date is February 13.

You remembered what you had told Nayuta last night. God’s Right Seat was out hunting for the Pope Killer and now you were legally bound to hand whoever that was over to them. As for today, you felt as if something was wrong. Well, not wrong, something felt different. You put it out of your mind as you turned on the TV and started to prepare breakfast. Apart from the slowly warming climate, the news anchor was focused mostly on the shift in international politics. He did however do a small blurb on a press conference held by VERDICT’s very own publicist. Strange, you thought. You didn’t recall hiring one. Maybe you could look in to it later.

Nayuta had yet to call you so you assumed this morning was free. Good thing too, as despite the strange bout of mass narcolepsy as one of the reporters put it, tensions were still rather high in School District 10. Judgement and Anti-Skill were still reluctant to set foot in there save to provide assistance and security for the Russian embassy undergoing construction. You probably had to head that off before tensions boiled over. The law enforcement frequencies were mostly clear as well, save for one last thing. There had been a breakout attempt at one of the maximum security prisons last night and investigations were ongoing. It was the same facility that housed several Code M and other high profile criminals besides.

You decided to spend your morning by,
>heading out in to School District 10
>Investigating the failed prison break
>Calling Nayuta and checking in

>>46150149
>Investigating the failed prison break
code M is kinda VERDICT's Raison d'etre

>>46150149
>Investigating the failed prison break

>>46150149
>Investigating the failed prison break

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So far, the District hadn’t blown up yet. Until it does, you weren’t getting involved. Sagara had it well in hand and if he needed you then he was free to call you. Nayuta as well, was strangely silent so you took that as implicit permission to look in to the fail prison break. With so many important inmates, even the risk of losing one was too much. You decided to look in to it yourself. Just as well that the warden was so cooperative. His assumption that you had been assigned to the case was just that.

“Which inmates were the instigators?” you asked.

“It wasn’t an inside job if that’s what you’re asking,” the warden replied, “Someone tripped one of the thermal sensors.”

Someone that wasn’t supposed to be there, you surmised.

“How do you go from that to prison break?”

“We’re not the Reformatory,” the warden said, “We actually take our alarms seriously.”

“And most alarms indicate a prison break,” you added dryly.

“We don’t take chances here.”

That was fair. The warden had led you to the now empty cell block. There, he showed you location where the first alarm was tripped. It was pretty deep in so perhaps the jailbreak was almost successful. The intruder had escaped but not any of the prisoners. Understandably, the warden was rather upset that someone had gotten in so close yet had managed to slip away.

“It was probably a probing attack,” you suggested, “Or a dry run.”

“That’s what we thought too but we don’t have a clue about who they’re after.”

“So you moved the prisoners.”

“Standard procedure after an attempted break out,” he replied, “We have empty wings for that purpose alone.”

To you, that sounded like an exploit. On the other hand, if you could retrace the steps the jail breaker took then you potentially catch them next time around.

You asked,
>To see the transferred prisoners
>for a description of the defences

>>46150874
>To see the transferred prisoners

>>46150874
>To see the transferred prisoners

>>46150874
>To see the transferred prisoners

Grimmy trying to bust out Taylor?

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“Show me the inmates,” you told him.

The warden led you through prison as files relating to the list of transfers were downloaded and browsed. No Code M were on the list, thankfully enough. Mostly there were serial killers, all of them female. They called it the Widow’s Wing as a joke. Thus it was strange that you found Mine Riko’s name on the list as well. Then again, there was nowhere else they could have put her.

“The transfer occurred without incident?”

“None that we could tell.”

You reviewed the footage anyway. A pair of guards escorted each prisoner individually while a whole platoon watched over the route, both origin and destination.

“I don’t see anything unusual, two guard escort, everything went smooth,” you concluded.

“Usually three but we were shorthanded, so we made do.”

“Shorthanded?”

“We don’t have enough female guards for transfers so we make do with two escorts instead of three.”

“Then that male guard wasn’t supposed to be there was he?” you asked and his face was confirmation, “Well it looks like that jail break did happen after all.”

The warden took a moment to adjust to his new situation. You left him there as you headed straight for the cell where Mine Riko was being held. The locks were no trouble for you to bypass. Inside the cell was a young woman that looked like Mine Riko but was definitely not. Their mannerism and facial features didn’t quite match. In the corner of the room, a tray of uneaten breakfast remained, piping hot.

“We meet again VERDICT,” said the clearly modulated voice.

It was obviously metallic, tinny. Artificially piped through a speaker as the mouth moved simply to maintain the illusion of speech, it should have been picked up if anyone had talked to her. She probably picked it up while chatting with Riko during the transfer.

“Grímsdóttir,” you returned the greeting.
Episode end. Interludes are,
>Kingsmoot
>Public Relations

>>46151590
>Public Relations

>>46151590
>Public Relations

You were no stranger to the press, nor were you stranger to press conferences. As heiress to the Kongou Group, you had experience with public relations and all that it entailed. VERDICT, Kyril Torikov, probably did not. He was not so privileged as to be given the opportunity to realise how important one’s image was in the world. Likely he was kept busy at the City’s behest, trusting in his general anonymity to shield him from the worst of the public. It was not so now, and he still had not considered the matter any more important than his regular duties. That was fair, you supposed but it was to his detriment to do so. While Tokiwadai’s rules were explicit in terms of your manner of dress, there were exceptions. Thus, when you walked out in to the small conference room filled with reporters, you had donned a modest working suit, a pair of oval eyeglasses, and had done away with your extraneous fan.

They were all here because you had called them here. You were here to talk about one thing and only one thing. The questions had started before you had even opened your mouth. When one asked if you were VERDICT’s publicist, you did nothing to deny it. It was what VERDICT had taught you; the value of discretion. Admitting to being his secretary would not do well for his image. Rather, you quieted them down as best as you could and issued a statement on VERDICT’s behalf. You did not put words in his mouth. When asked of his future plans, you quoted him near verbatim. His intention to retire rippled across the room, reflecting confusion, anxiousness, and relief in some. You ignored further questions after that, leaving the press and thus the public, to speculate further themselves. Hopefully their reactions would be positive, for VERDICT’s sake. Knowing him, he probably wouldn’t care however.

>Kingsmoot
>Fan Works

>>46151840
>Fan Works

>>46151840
>Kingsmoot

>>46151840
>kingsmoot

>>46151840
>Fan Works

>>46151840
>Fan Works

“Holy shit, look at him go,” you breathed.

Combat footage of VERDICT, raw, was some of the hardest to find in the City. Even the City’s CCTVs had been scrubbed so dry you’d think there was no trace left.

“This isn’t like some kind of action movie,” another commented.

The internet was for porn and this, this was porn of the most explicit variety. Information was free, despite how draconian the City could be at times. With a cloud and a dedicated audience, even the rarest of sights could be sampled, indulged in even.

“It’s a fucking warzone, like that time with the hail and the South Americans.”

The comment simply flowed across the screen with a slight hint of arousal. You remembered that. How a UFO was brought down by one of the City’s KKVs, courtesy of VERDICT, had looked like the height of his power. Now you were watching him casually dismantle a gang that went by the name of ‘the Guild’ like a food processor making curry paste. Honestly, no one would have guessed it was him until his public persona had dropped the other day. They were still piecing together bits of his last fight with the last known leader of the Guild. The leaked clip of the fucker getting stabbed through the heart after VERDICT shot off a one liner had to be faked. It had to be. Well, people were still debating about it on the less secretive parts of the web.

A call came in on your phone.

“Dude, I hear VERDICT’s on the war path again tonight, there’s a fight going down in one of foreigner districts.”

“No shit? I’m grabbing my camera, gimme the address.”

You scribbled the address as you jumped out the door.

“You gotta hurry man, this looks like it’ll be over fast and with the chopper overhead I swear Anti-Skill’s just letting him loose on some poor fucker.”

“Damn, any progress on the CCTV hijacks?”

“No joy,” a loud explosion sounded, “Holy shit that sounded like a grenade.”

“Hope to see some good shit later.”

“Count on it.”

>Kingsmoot
>Lost in Translation

>>46152080
>Kingsmoot

>>46152080
>Kingsmoot

They were all arrayed in a loose semi-circle around the desk. Sitting at the desk was Sagara, Torikov’s right-hand man. Behind him was Torikov’s accountant, you remembered his name was Kyousuke something or another. He looked remarkably healthy for a guy who just survived a drive-by shooting. The rest were minor gangs and the remains of the Guild. They were here for the same reason you were here. You were here because you were concerned about the stability of the district. After all, knowing that the one with all the money and property was actually VERDICT was not comfortable to you. Not only was he was a PMS, a casual wave of his hand and he could bring down buildings without breaking a sweat. You were less worried than others perhaps, seeing as you had an in with Kinuhata. Her personal experience with both Torikov and VERDICT had come in handy.

You had to admit that Torikov picked his people well. Both Sagara and Kyousuke were as cool as a cucumber as the remnants of the Guild threatened them with all kinds of violence and retaliation. There was a clear division in the meeting. Those that had benefitted from accepting Torikov’s protection only showed up to make sure the other gangs who saw his identity as VERDICT a problem in check. After all, Torikov wasn’t always VERDICT, or so Kinuhata had told you. He ran a small crew called the Problem Children who had become big names this side of the City. The Dictator for one needed no introduction. Sitting at the desk was the public face of THIEF. Behind him was one of the best trigger men in the City despite having no Ability to speak of. You were also sure Lupin’s consort was also lurking about.

“So what about you Hamazura,” Sagara was looking at you now, “You got something to say?”

Well, you could think of a few things.

Interludes end.
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Jail break. A tearful reunion is in the works. Whose tears shall it be? When writefag and /tg/ meet, the story begins.

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>>46152264
thanks for running
Suptg is giving me shit right now (taking too long to respond)
I can't do shit on it. Somebody else is going to have to archive it assuming the site isn't just borked for everybody.

also, apparently the guy running suptg responds to misarchived quests now, so you if you drop him an email he might be able to get the proper tags and numbering on the early botched listings.

>>46152365
finally went through

archived