Evelyn walked away from the crowd and went towards an alternate path. It is likely that someone within the crowd of even connector see her leaving.

{Mind}

“So, where are we going” said Mayari.

“To kill the sniper. There are other connectors here that are trying to defuse the situation so I will leave at them.”
“Help them?”

“Yes for a little bit.”

{End}

Evelyn before taking a different path got a glimpse of the sniper and his location to a nearby building. Sneaking around the corners of other buildings, she arrived at the building where the sniper was located. In front of a door, she opens it to revealing a nice apartment building. The lights were on and would be detrimental to her powers. That is why she went outside and deactivated the power box and cutting its wires with her butterfly knife.

Within the apartment, she used her dark sight to maneuver through the illuminated hallways. Finding a stairway, she started to walk up upon it. Casually the steps were nearly silent as Evelyn walked on it with a light touch. Reaching the end, she casually opened the door and exited out to seeing the back of the sniper.

It may have been possible for the sniper to have heard her enter…

Everyone had stopped. Even if it was only for a duration that was a few seconds after her words were spoken, everyone had ceased hostilities. The leader of the terrorists stopped running away, and went out of his way to come back to the frontlines, and, in a way that surprised Eclaire, was actually capable of speaking words that made sense.

Even as her Connector was suddenly attacked, had a counter-speech spat in her face, and then was held at gunpoint, Artemis was fine with this turn of events. The terrorists were already losing prior to the speech, to an extent where an increase in morale meant nothing. Their only effective weapon was a sniper, stationed kilometers away. And, at this point, with so many Connectors around, proving their superiority, there was no risk at all. The terrorist leader had sealed off his own route of escape by allowing himself to be provoked by Eclaire's words.

Just as planned?

Just as planned.

Needless to say, Eclaire was, on the other side of things, not at all happy with her position. It wasn't that she was scared, even though she should be. It was more of...she was sad. A gut-wrenching, sympathizing yet empathizing sadness that stemmed from her pity towards the man who lifted her up by the throat. Yes, it hurt, and she was certain that he hated her enough to kill her, but...it hurt more, knowing that she knew nothing, not being able to understand why people did what they did. What was the point of hiding their true intentions then? Why would they seek to come out and lose the sympathy of any Connectors by making it seem as if all they wanted was to live without working, by demanding ten million dollars? If they wanted vengeance, why do they target the innocent? Should the crimes of a minority lead to the punishment of the majority?

All questions that she wanted to ask, yet all questions that she could not. Equal footing. All she wanted was to be able to speak with them on equal footing, to go through this rationally, logically, peacefully, yet this was simply 'naivety' coming from a girl who knew nothing about the world. Why was it that the older people got, the more stubborn they were? If she didn't understand, explain it. The world was an odd place, where people simply...what was it again?

Ah, that's right.

They say things are difficult or impossible, just because they can't be bothered to do it.

And, just as she thought those things, the scales were changed once more, with two Connectors appearing by her side, ready to maim the man if he pulled the trigger. The psychopathic murderer who pretended to be righteous, and a stripping police officer of the Tsurara clan. She would have loved to speak some words, if it wasn't for the fact that she was almost choking on her own spit by now. Basic instincts were kicking in, as she struggled for more air, flailing around disgracefully, until suddenly, all pressure was relieved.

There had been the sound of a heavy impact, and then, his eyes rolling behind his head from an invisible, swift impact, the scraggily, scarred gunman relinquished his grip, and fell down.

Eclaire reached the ground first, and in one smooth motion, cradled the man's head before it came into contact with the pavement. Her throat was red and bruised, but she was in control of her body once more, breathing regularly, if a little deeply. Those around her probably would have turned a blind eye if she did something like kick or punch him a few times while he was unconscious, but...

Eclaire stored her vengeful, improper thoughts in the back of her head, swallowed the words that she wanted to yell out, and made a decision.

Towards this hateful individual, she will treat him as she wished to be treated, not as he has treated her.

After all, hate was only the flipside of affection, and if she could establish a proper dialogue with him, it could be possible for her to find the 'root' of the evil that had infected so many.

The man sought vengeance, related to the death of family and friends.

So who was the Connector that caused such an incident outside of Lyranias?

This kind of chaos was free pickings for Haru, the mayhem lead to nobody paying attention to the young man. A wallet here, a watch there, he could have been in crow-heaven with all the shiny things up for grabs. However, that wasn't what he was after. If Haru could get his hands on the terrorist, he'd have more than lodging money and a meal. Normally, this would have been an easy task, mass confusion was his playground and there were enough willing distractions. What worried Haru however, was the sniper... From the angle of the shot and the environment being a park, Haru could only guess the sniper had stationed himself in a building up high... Which was a far bit further away than twenty meters. Should he take the risk, or count his blessings and leave with just the gun?

As it turned out, that wasn't a decision Haru had to make, as another connector managed to knock out the terrorist leader. Aparently by knocking himself out. “Snap...” Haru bit his lip, there were far more men with peculiar powers in these parts of the world than where he came from. “Way to steal my thunder, captain black out.” He muttered to himself.

Even so, none of them had done anything about the biggest problem yet; the sniper. Everyone was still in the open, or in other words; completely vulnerable!... The sniper focused on gunning down the private dancer slash police officer and some punk with a sword, and, if Haru's train of thought was right, thereby choosing to exclusively support the big man rather than all the small fry... Which was made evident by many of them being slain left and right earlier by the punk, without any counter-measure... This wasn't over.

Haru knew only one real way to end this quickly; get the terrorist leader out of the sniper's scope. However that wasn't something he could easily by himself. Not without getting shot in the process at least. He looked around to see if there was anything to use... The bomb-vests left behind by slain terrorists? An explosion to obscure the sniper's vision wouldn't last long enough. The ice of the Tsurara? Well there were some options... Any good sniper, as he assumed this one at noon, would have the sun in his back, meaning that if they had a way to reflect the light...

“Hey there, 'cuse me, officer.” Haru approached one of the Tsurara after dropping from his tree and weaving through the chaos. “I normally don't do this, but I'm letting you in on a magic trick.” Haru caught up with the young woman and after a split second of eye-contact, explained his plan.

“If you can make me real smooth ice real quick, we can take care of this sniper issue. He's in one of those buildings over there and his only job is covering for terrorist beardface, if you'll trust my hunch. Your boss-lady leaps dimensions right? If you and I make the man stare indirectly into the sun, she can make sure the guy won't have a next shot. And don't you worry,” He said, suddenly flexing four pairs of arms, “I can hold up any gigantic mirror you conjure, no sweat.”

Even if the terrorists fought back with all they had and a little bit more, their raw will power still wasn't enough to beat the Connector police force. Marcus examined his surroundings... They were losing, well, why wouldn't they? They're against super humans here, mopping the floor with them, normal humans, was a s easy as killing a fly. Many of his friends were impaled, others were thrown into the air, only to crush their head after impacting against the ground. It was a gruesome massacre, and what was even more horrible, an utterly one-sided massacre. They managed to retaliate a bit after Marcus' speech, but that was over, and the slaughter would continue.

He hesitated. He didn't pull the trigger instantly due to his hesitation. He was unsure of why he should pull the trigger, after all, this girl is around the age his own daughter would have by now if she was still alive. Oh, yeah, his daughter. He tightened his hold on the pistol and when he was about to pull the trigger, another boy appeared, also acting as an smart ass, but this one seemed to be insane. He entered a psychotic fit, one that didn't last long after he was shot in the tight. 'Hmph. Good Riddance...' He glanced in the boy's direction, but quickly turned his eyes again to his hostage.

But even so, people seemed to be dead set on stopping him from pulling the trigger. A big ice mirror appeared behind him and he knew something like that wouldn't be good, still, if he was going down, then this little saint would go down with him. He only pondered for a moment, was she a bigwig? Maybe that's why everyone was so dead set on rescuing her. Well, it matters not. His finger goes back to pull the trigger and...

*BANG*

Not the sound of the actual shot of the gun, it was most to represent the thing he felt in his head. Marcus quickly loses conciousness and falls down and, strangely enough, the girl she was holding by the neck a while earlier, embraces his head. Maybe she was really a saint? All the hatred that Marcus had quickly faded away and he let himself be lost on this warm sensation of having his head close to another human being. His other sense completely detached from the world, he could only feel that heat, a heat that felt nostalgic. One of his first dates with who would later become his wife, yes, he fell asleep just like that, and the only thing he felt was her heat... It set his heart at ease. He slowly regained conciousness, opening his eyes as slowly as he did. The first thing he did after waking up again after quite a short dream was to lift up his arm... detonator in hand. "I can finally join you, Sophie..." He presses the button.

....Nothing. The detonator didn't set the bombs off, Merthus' exchange was successful, even now, that he was out cold, his efforts helped save the day. Or so it would seem.

---

Zodiac watches through his scope in the distance. His orders were really specific, everyone was expendable but Marcus, even him. "Damn, I ought to stop taking this jobs. But it gives some excitement to the life so I won't be bitching about it too much." He shoots a Tsurara officer who was approaching Marcus with a killing intent on mind. It was crucial right now not to make any mistakes, or he would have to break Marcus out of jail. With a mirror in his back and many other Connectors with his sights on him, his only chance of surviving was using the hostage as a meat shield, but Marcus seemed to be hesitating.

"Dammit!" An unknown force makes Marcus' lights go out. He falls in the arms of the girl that was previously his hostage. "Now what? A bad move and Marcus dies. We cannot afford that!" It seems the attack wasn't strong enough as to leave Marcus out for a good amount of time, since Zodiac sees him lift his arm with the detonator in hand. "YES! SUCK ON THAT, TSURARAS!" He excitedly said, but when Marcus presses the button and nothing happens, he gets nervous, even more because someone had not only infiltrated the building he was in, but was also already behind him. "Shit, then, plan B." Unknown to everyone, Zodiac gets out from his pocket a detonator of his own.

"Always think ahead, that's what my mother used to say." He presses the detonator and a loud...

*BOOM*

Is heard far away. He closes his eyes and enjoys the sound of the explosion as if it was a symphonic piece of orchestra. He stands up from the crouching position he was in and faces the intruder. "Sorry, but you're too late. Bye-bye." Zodiac was shooting from the edge of the roof, so he climbs the little edge and throws himself from there. A certain death, weren't it for his spirit. "Sylph!" A little whirlwind builds up in his back when he is a few meters from the ground. With the force of it, his fall slows down and he lands safe and sound at the foot of the building. "Suckers."

---

Marcus was at a loss. His triumph card wasn't working. He pressed it desperately, still half asleep. Tears falling down his cheek. All of this, all of his now dead friends and their sacrifices, all of them, useless. His vendetta unachieved, he was about to burst down in tears at the girl's lap, but just then.

*BOOM*

The bombs activated. The fools who thought just de-attaching them from the bodies of his comrades and then throwing them would be safe were proved wrong as the explosions were even more violent than one could have predicted. The Tsuraras, however, were quick to act. They rushed into building an ice dome surrounding the people who hadn't entered the fight, and many others who did entered the fight covered themselves with their own spirits. Sayaka was rather near from Marcus, and it was obvious he also had bombs in his body, him exploding was just a matter of time and, once again, Alexander sprung out of nowhere to rescue Sayaka.

"Sayaka!" Alexander embraced her and acted as a shield for her, his Tamazoku was activated, so he hoped he could at least protect Sayaka from the blast, even if it costed him his life.

However, Marcus didn't explode. Eyes shut down tightly, awaiting his end, he suddenly opened them to find himself still alive... And he though that this was the perfect chance to make a run for it. He pushed the girl away and ran while everyone was confused. This was truly the choice of God, his part on the plan wasn't over yet and he was given another chance to finish what he came to do, here at Lyranias. He pulls up his hood again and hides himself once again. 'I should return to his place, he might help me.' He disappears into the shadows.

---

Zodiac Shutter was feeling victorious for yet another job accomplished. He was supposed to return to the base, but...

"Freeze! Tsurara Police Force!

He was stopped by a pair of cops, well, what can be done.

"Tsk. Fine, fine. I'll surrender quietly." He presents his arms, so that the cops can apprehend him. Poor, poor fools, who don't know what is about to happen to them.

---

Back to the little plaza, the police officers were inspecting to see if there were any losses.

The final countdown: 54 humans and 0 Connectors. It was a miracle that after such a large explosion no one was injured, well, Connectors were known for achieving the impossible.

Many were helping treating others, while others just cared about themselves. The little plaza soon got devoid of people, none other than the injured and unconscious, and a handful of people who were helping them, were left.

What had just happened was a mystery, even more was it what their real intentions were, but now that they were dead, it didn't matter. The only concern on everyone's minds was what could have happened to Marcus, but even so, what can a single human do against them? He was now alone.

Many of the unconscious who looked young enough were to be treated at Kaimei Gakuen, as well as those hurt in the previous battle, but this was mostly just Kaimei recruiting some possible talents, at the order of the vice-president.

Now, time was their own again. Their non-hectic lives could now return to normal now that this crisis was averted.

Enrico tossed aside the empty firearm he had looted from the terrorist he had most recently incapacitated at close quarters. It was useless, and getting a new mag would take too long. Plus, that one ballistic skeletal kid signalled for him to stop firing, so he might as well indulge the boy and his sword. Besides, it seemed as if he had an entirely different problem to deal with at the moment. The Spanish gunman glanced to his side, taking note of the post-clothes damage Tsurara Deputy Captain glaring his way, even though she should have been busy with the bloody terrorist leader standing practically a damn meter in front of her! 'Just arrest the damn guy already,' Enrico thought as Sayaka 'greeted' (and he used that term very loosely) him.

Acting as if nothing was wrong and he himself hadn't been both a former member of the group her clan had sworn to destroy, as well as a member of the very team that devastated the clan itself during that event seven years ago, Enrico just tore the ski mask off his face. "Heh... Long time no see," the man said in a voice of almost equal level of casualness, if it weren't for the hint of tenseness in the air. The sides of his lips perked up slightly as he continued, "And here I thought I was just another face in the crowd... Pretty small world out here, huh? Shame we can't chat any longer, since I've got an, ah, appointment, to get to."

With that said, the 'conversing' (another loosely used term) duo returned to their own devices. Sayaka returned to policing the situation, specifically getting a move on with her arrest, while Enrico himself conjured up Aidos Kynee again and literally faded into obscurity with the power of his chosen Bukizoku. However, he didn't leave the area completely. No, he moved into the tree-line and went back to observing the situation once more. Seemed that it was all getting wrapped up nicely after a kid and the boss got knocked out simultaneously, probably the effect of a Connection. As he watched on, Enrico wondered what it was that gave him away to the police officer. She couldn't see his face, so he figured it was his wardrobe. Not everyone in Lyranias had the same preference for blazers and beige coats as he did. He turned to leave just as the explosions triggered, but managed to go prone just in time. He wasn't exactly within the protective dome, but he was close enough to use it as a makeshift shield.

Once the blast was over and done with, the ex-Kimera Tenma agent stood up and dusted himself off, not bothering to go for medical care.

---

Two blades inscribed with a series of two repeating sigils embedded themselves into the ground before Eclaire and Marcus, thrown there in the formation of something that appeared not unlike that of a gate. "Halt," the voice of both a beautiful boy and a handsome girl commanded as the explosion's heat and debris neared the three standing there in the middle of the park. Fortunately, the explosion did not, say, rend their skin from their flesh with the force it gave off and the debris it sent flying their way. Rather, the explosion went around the area between the blades, as if there was some kind of invisible wall. Once the explosion stopped, it was evident that they were all safe and sound. Except for the swords, whose outer edges were absolutely wrecked by the debris. It was a shame. They were really nice swords, as expected of products from Alstreim smithies. Either way, Noah sheathed the two blades on her hips.

Evidently outright ignoring Marcus' escape, the blonde Dawn Knight caught Eclaire, whom Marcus had so rudely shoved out of the way for his sudden departure. Setting her charge upright once more, Noah did a cursory analysis of Eclaire's condition, and finding everything looking generally in order, nodded to herself in affirmation. Seemed that she hadn't completely screwed up her job, which, while nothing to write home about, was a rather preferable outcome considering what events just had occurred. "...I apologize for my lack of diligence, Eclaire," Noah said somberly, as if what she did, or rather failed to do, didn't manage to end up in little more than a minor hostage situation easily resolved by a group of mostly civilians of all things.

Merthus felt somebody slapping his face lightly. "-alright? I said, are you alright?!"

"Okay, stop, stop! I'm awake," Merthus groaned and sat up slowly. His head hurt like someone had taken a baseball bat and rammed it into his head full power. "Fuck, I'm gonna be feeling this for days." He looked around. People were visibly injured, some bleeding profusely and were being tended to by real medical staff. "What happened after I was out?"

"The bombs exploded, that's what happened. You should have seen it, it was like fireworks, but with flesh and blood," Libra said. Merthus gasped, "But I disabled the detonator, didn't I?" Libra replied, "There was a secondary detonator after all. You didn't cover all the bases. Perhaps you should have asked for the explosives to be disabled instead." Merthus scowled and said curtly, "That would have cost a ton more and you know it!" He got up. "Ah, whatever, it's been a long day. I should just go hom-"

Realization dawned on him. The explosives had went off. He had got into this mess to save his home. And now his home was...

"Hell, no. I think I just made the stupidest trade of my life," Merthus said dryly as he gaped at the smoking remains of his apartment. Half of the room had been blown off. On the bright side, he had the other half, which barely contained anything besides a table (which one of the legs had been blown off). Even his bathroom wasn't spared. Merthus asked after a few minutes of silence, "Say, Libra, I dread to ask this, but how much would it cost to fix this?" Libra replied, "About 20,000,000 lyra?" Merthus wanted to yell out in frustration, 'That's more than what that terrorist had demanded!' but he didn't even feel like it anymore. Having had enough, he climbed the stairs to his incomplete apartment and laid on the incomplete table, staring at the incomplete ceiling, wondering what in the world he should be doing tomorrow. Perhaps he would pay this Kaimei Gakuen a visit, after all.

Grimm continued to hold the bleeding body of a terrorist up with one hand while holding his with another. He would slaughter this sniper. He felt a certain rage towards him he couldn't contain yet if he were to let his vexation lose control he would almost certainly die. He hated being in such a helpless position. Rage always seemed to accompany him by his side, following him along his path, and choosing when would be the most disastrous time to halt Grimm. Grimm had analyzed the area and grabbed his knife located inside a nearby body, then stabbing and propping up his meat shield easier. He had his sword sheathed and a knife he was skilled at throwing. He could not throw farther than a kilometer sadly. He was beginning to feel like an infant. Defenseless, vulnerable, and worst of all, weak. Grimm looked around him for anything he could use. He then noticed he still hadn't helped the girl grabbed by Marcus, but he was on the ground. In fact, nearly all the terrorists were on the ground. Wait... his hand moved and he was about to use the detonator.... Well had a good run aye? But that wasn't it. The detonator seemed to not work..... Or at least it was delayed, bombs went off and Grimm stared on as he thought he was going to die. Fortunately, the Tsurara police proved to be useful as they protected him from the explosives.

Afterward everything seemed to calm down. He picked up a terrorist's rifle when examining all the bodies. It seemed like he got the most points on his team. He looked around but at this time the man who had entered a battle not concerning him was gone. Too bad. He wanted to thank him. Instead he got to perceive a show that is quite amusing. It seems some boy's flat had been blown up and he was laying down on a partially damaged table. How amusing.

Grimm looked a bit strange after the whole battle. His hair untidy, shirt covered in blood that looked like art, and his bare feet visible. His body was actually covered head to toe in blood except for his right hand. He wanted to leave this place and disappear but couldnt run with his wound, plus it'd look suspicious. Oh well. He limped a bit while walking slowly towards a forest.

Summary and timeskip, official Timeskip would be Haru's post

---

The catastorophe happening this afternoon lately, it was a nothing but a failed attempt of terrorists taking over Lyranias, the Police Force managed to handle it again but this time, a group of interesting people assisted on the foil. With the assault thwarted, the Police Force patrol were doubled, in addition to non-Tsurara police, here we have are Alstreim Military Knights doubling the patrol, Sayaka went with Alex to some place else, she told him that she needs his company to fetch her brat younger sister from overseas, as to that, the both of them must go to the airport. So far, the casualties were minimum yet near to a Level 1 crowd control business, so far so good, it has been seven years since Lyranias was peaceful, Kimera Tenma remained an enigma and nobody knows where they are, even the Police Force are suspecting them for these recent attacks, the council has yet to discuss trivial matters.

Upon Enrico's solo time, a man who wears an elegant tuxedo, slim and trim built and red hair greeted him, talking to him as if they are friends, what is this encounter? Meanwhile, the Student Council of Kaimei Gakuen head to the scene along with the Newspaper Club to get a scoop out of this and by the time they get there, the Police have it wrapped up and Newscaster team were there filming and asking questions along with the ambulance for Medical Care. The Student Council were simply there to aide involved Kaimei Students who are currently Freshman and some of those are Sophomores, their main job is to escort them to their respective dorms as the school will be closing early due to an important staff meeting and gathering of Nesterov, Tsurara, and Alstreim leaders. Furthermore, Marcus getting way was just the beginning, the Tsurara Police has some tough job on their hands with the Zodiac.

Nonetheless, the StuCo President and her crew needed to make a report about this, it was a competition with the Newspaper Club, students are the priority here as well as heated debates. Student Council President, Danielle Dalian Kim anticipated what the Principal and Teachers would be requesting, this is a job for the Student Council to handle, not only by report but Intel extraction. It is something that needed permission from Tsurara jurisdiction, after all that, Danielle decided it is homework for everyone, the sadist President proves her point, everyone in Kaimei must make a report and whoever is able to satisfy their teachers will gain rewards.

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NIGHT TIME.
The Meeting
At night, a meeting is held at the floating private invisible plane at sky, the plane is named Kristina, it is able to carry 50,000 people on board, the Lyranian Leaders and Authorities are gathered to discuss about today's incident.

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Nesterov Airport
Time: 8 PM

Sayaka and Alex waits for their long awaited reunion with her younger sister from overseas, it's been seven years since they last saw each other, it was heartbreaking that she left Lyranias seven years ago but it was meant to be anyway. It is all Father's orders, he wants 'her' to study in Singapore to begin with and learn what is needed, Tsurara Hiroshi, the current Clan Leader and Police Force Captain and the Father of Sayaka And her younger sister, Larunda. He sent his younger daughter to Singapore along with her guardians to train her and raised her a Prodigy for the Clan, Larunda must grow strong no matter what, mainly Hiroshi sent his only younger daughter abroad to subdue her and rehabilitate her after the loss of his wife seven years ago.

---

Everything in Lyranias regained its status quo. No more terrorists or bombs were roaming around any more. The only unattended matter was, where would those which houses were affected in the recent attack would go to? The answer was simple.

A girl, with headphones on her neck and wearing the characteristic logo of Kaimei in her blouse, stood in the middle of where the wounded were being treated. He took out a tablet in where the instructions to what she had to do were written and then cleared her throat. Before saying what she had to say, she thought 'Ugh... What a drag.' and then she started. "Etto... People who have been injured and also need a place to stay, please follow me. We, in Kaimei Gakuen, will allow people to stay in our dorms until you can return to your own place." Allyson said in a monotone and robotic voice. It was more than obvious that she didn't want to be there. She lowered the tablet and looked at the people who were already looking back at her. Maybe they were expecting something else? "Well, that's that, just follow me."

She turned around, thinking that whoever wanted to follow her would do so and just a handful of people did so. As she was walking and guiding the people behind her, she spaced out and pondered on just what did Danielle hoped to accomplish with this? The girl was an odd one, often giving senseless orders and still, Allyson always found herself following through. Most of times it was fun, so she didn't really mind it that much. Still, there was an odd feeling in the back of her mind that she was forgetting something. However, she just shrugged it off.

After walking for about 15 minutes, they arrived at Kaimei Gakuen. "We're here. Go to the teacher faculty so they can give you a room." She said and dismissed the guys following her with her hand.

---

Alexander found himself being dragged around by Sayaka, saying that they would go to the airport to meet Larunda, well, he didn't mind being dragged around Sayaka and it felt nostalgic to see Larunda again. Still, he wished that Sayaka weren't as cold as she always was. Anyway, he was excited about getting to see Larunda again, after all, he had already met her when she was younger and he remembered that when Larunda was just a baby, he used to play a lot with her and by playing that usually meant protecting her from Sayaka's antics. Now that she was getting back to Lyranias, Alexander wondered if she had already come to terms with the death of her mother. He was sure that she would have a great power leap after she came to terms with it.

And even if she hadn't, then it was his brother-in-law's duty to help her and even train her. Ah, such a nice ring to it. With a half blushed face, he faced Sayaka as they were waiting in the airport and suggested something he would rather do for real, but just pretending would be nice. "Hey, Sayaka. Don't you feel like teasing Larunda a little? Let's trick her into saying we are going out! She's bound to be shocked about that kind of relationship." It was strange of Alex to suggest such a thing, as he didn't enjoy teasing Larunda as much as Sayaka, but it wasn't odd of him to make such an idiotic request with such a poor excuse at hand.

---

It was already night and Allyson was still on the StuCo room with Danielle. She was lying down on one of the sofas they had there and playing a videogame on her portable console, trying to kill time and as she reached a certain part of her game, she finally remembered what she had to do earlier. "Oh, no. I forgot to search for that guy you told me Danielle. His name was... Grimm?" She jumped and stood up from the sofa. She knew that Danielle would punish her for forgetting something so important, but better get it over with quick.

A skeletal boy covered in dried blood awaited... Something. He was a being ignorant to what he was waiting for only knowing it would be worth the wait. He always lingered around the school for duels and sparring matches with students, but he was anticapating something much greater then fiddling around. Biding his time for something more significant than he could imagine. But he still did not know what he was waiting for. Holding his fire for so long waiting was and is a fruitless endeavor. He could not reap from the sow he did not plant. Grimm would have to find his own purpose.

Standing around all day, he tended to repeat similar things in his head repeatedly.
Grimm was leaning up against a wall near the entrance of the school, occasionally changing position but staying in the same vicinity; sometimes hiding when certain people passed by.

He looked like a mess still, some of the blood remained on his body from the battle and some dried. He didn't bother to clean it, he did not need to look good for any duel he intended on having. His bare feet were getting colder as the sun abandoned him. Perhaps he should call it a day and clean up in a fountain or river. The wound the sniper gave him would be a pain when removing the bullet but Grimm'll manage. He started to slowly walk away from the school.
•••

Family Reunions... Luckily any kind of sound made in the mind wasn't audible and her long sigh wouldn't be heard. Larunda wasn't exactly ecstatic about getting to see her beloved sister, but she was glad she would get to see her somewhat. The Nesterov Airport was a poor place for any kind of stylish entrance and any hopes of making one were lost when Larunda noticed the many disgusting repulsive people and establishments that existed there. All of them foolish or wastes of time. She quickly disregarded much of what was there as inferior or not reaching her standards. She doesn't have time to criticize anyone or anything, she had people waiting for her... At least she expected them to. She would not be surprised if they chose to hide or leave her. Perhaps even attempt to tackle her out of nowhere after making themselves indistinguishable among the crowd. She remembered Alex and Sayaka slightly differently then she used to, she viewed their actions as childish. That's what'll happen wen you don't see someone for such a long time. The teenage girl quickly noticed the two quickly when they entered her peripheral vision. Her expression seemed a bit on the negative side yet she was somewhat happy as she walked towards Sayaka and Alex.

With the commotion of the early afternoon finally concluded, Enrico had nowhere to go and nothing on his schedule. Getting away from the area as more news crews started rolling in to cover the incident seemed to be a good place to start, however. Call it irrational, or a remainder from worse times, but Enrico really didn't enjoy getting caught on TV or having images of him taken without either his permission or the security of his Bukizoku. Finally out of range, the man figured he might as well get dinner then head home. Assisting in taking down terrorists built up an appetite, and he sure as hell wouldn't be unnecessarily visiting major Lyranian landmarks any time soon. Even with increased patrols from both the Police Force and the Alstreim Knights, there was still a chance that the escaped terrorist boss had even more mooks to throw at them. Though that wasn't too important. Throwing his hands in his coat pockets, Enrico began heading towards a favorite restaurant of his. Sure it was in a seedier part of town, but he could deal with any petty thugs himself.

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As he exited the restaurant, the Spaniard registered a greeting from a voice he'd hoped he'd never have to hear again. He stopped in his tracks and cringed a bit, turning his head a bit in the voice's direction.

"Oh fuck not that guy," Enrico sighed under his breath as he saw a much unneeded face approach. Even a super minor Kimera Tenma mook knew about that asshole over there. Maybe not by appearance or name, but definitely by his legendary status as Spider #4. And Enrico himself had the displeasure of meeting him back in his Kimera Tenma days. Hopefully he got at least a bit less off-putting during the years... Though the friendly sounding introduction did nothing to calm Enrico. "Yeah?" he replied neutrally.

Tsubaki


Good old times, having to stumble with this fellow Enrico, it's very nostalgic since seven years ago and after seven years it still is. Why call him Spider#4, the truth is, Tsubaki killed a Kimera Tenma member back then, he is not part of Kimera Tenma but a Bartender in this Spanish Restaurant, he also once took part in the Reisha Exams but disqualified for killing an Instructor. He smiled at Enrico,"Rico, my friend, don't worry about your bill, I got this. Free of charge."He gave Enrico his receipt and prepared Spanish wine for him doing it in a Bartender style and at the same time he stack up his cards and put the bottle of wine on top his cards, it was unbelievable and astonishing.

For a decent restaurant in the past, it matured to be one of the best restaurants here in Lyranias, Casa Marcos, the name of the restaurant serves whatever it can offer. Ever since Tsubaki became part of the restaurant, he became famous for his bartending skills and card plays. Spanish music was playing while Tsubaki is preparing more drinks.

"You must be hungry, what would you like to order?." He said.

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(OOC: @In, I got an idea, your Nesterov girl works for the Spanish Restaurant for a part time job!)

Well. At least he seemed to be more pleasant than before, but you never new with his type. He could just be offering one hand and arming the other - which, incidentally, was exactly how Enrico would deal with this unpleasant situation he had been forced into. But hey, at least he got a free meal from it. Plus, if worst came to pass, Enrico could probably take this clown out fast enough with a stroke or two of his Bukizoku assuming everything went as planned. Whatever that 'plan' was.

"Ah... Thanks for covering my bill," Enrico nodded, taking a seat in front of his bartending 'friend'. Though the friendship wasn't sincere, the thanks was. Even if you're a member - or former member - of some kind of almost-terrorist organization, that was no excuse to be impolite without just cause. "Nice trick," he added upon witnessing Tsubaki's card-and-wine show. The 23-year old looked down into the wine set before him and ran through all the possible things Tsubaki could've done to it - poison, hallucinogenics, sedatives, spit... List was damn near endless.

Enrico looked around. There were a lot of people here, it was a good place, popular too. If he ended up getting incapacitated here, someone'd manage to help out. Definitely. Hopefully.

'Fuck it.' he thought, taking a drink. 'I can hold my damn liquor.' He breathed out a sigh and told Tsubaki, "Guess I'll get anything. Surprise me."

Countdown to the Joker's Gambit

The feeling is mutual, Rico, as the red head follows up his acquaintance's meal, moments later the food is served. Spanish cuisine with no doubts, pure ingredients of Spain,Paella and Pulpo a la gallega, along with the soup of the day, mushroom soup and red sangria. "Everything is ready and it's a surprise." Tsubaki shuffled his cards and put flowers, roses to be exact to make the environment lively. As they continue talking, the bartender told his members to play soft Spanish music based on the violin, piano, and tambourine.

Who knows what the red head is thinking? He could be thinking of killing this punk right now, but he isn't worth it, in fact everything needs to come in one full circle, the four aces of cards must meet together and bring an exciting performance, the night is bright and the moon reflects its light, like a horrific light that shines the sinners, a red moon that is. Tsubaki has his crew dancing as well, they are afar from Enrico's vicinity, everything is indeed in place, a chain of events are about to shuffle. By consumers' right, thy plate of silver betrays God and the sinners shred tears of blood that the holy wooden cross of Father Ramone Von Blanchard Nesterov sworn as light. "Enjoy....". Lights suddenly black out in the Restaurant, Casa Marcos.

A soft yet creepy voice from Tsubaki is projected,"Party...", and the melody of the music was Beethoven's Fate Symphony, Moonlight Sonata, Fur Elise, it was a medley yet it plays slow and fast like a horror movie of suspense that is tense and intense. Tsubaki is now behind Enrico, kind of violating him in a sense, laying a hand on him and licking his ear followed by the thing he wanted to say, "Rico my friend,it's a joke! ♥ I can sense you killing aura from within and it is pouring out... Is that alright?" He laughs sarcastically, "First and foremost, my fortune that my cards tell me are as nostalgic since we last met, 7 years ago♥. Furthermore, the capacity of a domino only reacts when there is a catalyst? Am I right?." God knows to where he is getting at but it's something not good.

"These fortune cards of mine are so ecstatic like a drug that penetrates deep within the soul ♥~ It is something unpredictable yet the chances of anticipating an even are always equivalent to zero~♥" Tsubaki smiled once more and adding up to his moan, "Ahn~." He put his arms on his shoulders, hugging Enrico. Later, showing the 23 year old private surveillance, "As you can see, we never know when will life be taken from us, it is only fate that fights fate, it is like fire with fire, blazing through the heavens, carrying out the order of God or betraying it~ ♥. If you were in their position, what would you do? ahaha~♥." He laughed as he watches those three places.

"One!." The camera surveillance of number 1 is blurry because it was dark therefore showing black and white images, all we hear is a scream.

Two!." The current secretary of Lyranias gets assassinated by having shot through the head.

"Three."The high security prison of Lyranias exploded which might allow countless criminals to escape.

Then later, he smiles, "When you add the sum of two to its similar digit, you divide it by four and then your answer becomes one, then multiply it by four again. A certain event that will occur at the clocktower of alstreim will happen or not but it is a probability and we never know. Eventually it will spread in the internet. What will be the answer? You get onto that while I show you something worth watching." A moment of silence happens and the insane Bartender whispered to Enrico's earFour.~♥." We see a brutal chain of events occur in one night. The Church of Saint Bernard of Clairvaux, we see Priests raping and murdering their victims, a woman being crucified then a man electrocuted in the swimming pool thus a gaseous explosion jammed the entire district of Alstreim, zigzagging and forming an image, the image was none other than a Spider with 12 legs and a Joker that has a staff of number#4 and the sound of the explosion was laughter, panic occured,,,. "Now tell me what is the answer?."

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Airport
"Runda! it's so nice to see you, come on Alex give her a hug!" Runda's reunion with her sister, Sayaka and her friend Alex. "I got so much to ask! She said half-heartedly, "How was Singapore and do you have a boyfriend? Alex and I are dating, what are you gonna do about it?. She teases.

In place of unknown despair, a scenery of blissful ignorance rather yet unaware things, the three have no idea what is going on. "Let's go home, Dad and everyone are dying to see you! You little bear!. Sayaka gropes her breasts.

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Kaimei and somewhere else

The president of the student council, Danielle Dalian Kim, appeared at two places at the same time, she was with Allyson and her other half with this guy named Grimm.
"Why bother?. For the mean time, let's have some fun." Danielle gropes Allyson's breast and melt her skirt and embarrassed her in front of their crew. On the other hand, Danielle's other half appeared before Grim. "Do you wanna tell me why, of all places you choose to run away, it's kinda suspicious if you ask me." She said to the man named Grimm.

Larunda
As Larunda approached Sayaka she felt that she should be happy. Should be. But she couldn't be. She half-smiled when she came within a relatively close distance. The smile was visibly forced. She felt nostalgia if anything. A sense of some satisfactory, she would be closer to achieving her only important goal. When she has surpassed and butchered all of the savages she would be content. At least the girl thought she would.
Now wasnt the time to let her memories, No... Demons...., flood her mind. Such feelings and thoughts were for a later time.
She was lost in her thoughts for some time before returning to what is supposed to be considered reality. Something about an unwanted hug... Her sister was speaking but majority of it didnt concern her. At the mention of their father she decided to pay attention before Sayaka placed her hands on her.
Larunda had no desire for childish games and grabbed her wrists, then attempting to take her hands off her somewhat roughly.

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Grimm

Grimm halted and placed a hand on his sword. He felt uneasy for some reason. He quickly spotted Danielle and loosened his grip on the hilt of the blade. Perhaps he had nothing to fear. Hopefully. He didn't completely trust this person obviously, especially since he didn't see her follow him. She kind just appeared. If its some kind of teleportation it would probably be best to quit with the hostility. She could very easily murder him when he slept or had his guard down. Not that getting killed by her would be all that bad. Grimm though she was kinda cute.

He conducted himself in a strange manner before responding. A similar response, he sticks his tongue out at her childishly before actually speaking.
"Uhhhh, I suppose there is no denying I am somewhat suspicious....." He claws at some dried blood on his leg.
"I was kinda waiting... I wasn't sure for what at first but I think I know now...." He said this while staring at her. He laughed a bit and scratched the back of his head after saying the corny line. He knew it was stupid but his stupid humor usually made people laugh. Not because he was funny, but his stupidity.
He didn't really want that crap pick up line to be his last words and he continued,
"It is odd your out here at night, usually only thieves and other bad people tend to walk around at night."
He was probably both of these things. It was another joking statement considering he was out here himself and he knew that. He laughed at another one of his own low-quality jokes.
"I was here waiting for some connector to duel with.... Why are you out here?" Finally some statement with some seriousness.

Figuring that, since the wine didn't kill him and the food wasn't prepared by Tsubaki, the cuisine he was provided was safe enough to eat. "Itakidaimawhatever that went like. Thank you for the meal," he said, disregarding his horrid butchering of the Japanese language. He and the Tsurara clan never got along too well anyway, why he wanted to learn Japanese was a mystery beyond him, especially since the Tsuraras spoke English perfectly well. Why he quit after the first five Japanese lessons, however, was a much more easily explained phenomena.

And with that, Enrico began to dig in. Free food is good food, or however that saying went, and this was one of those fancy, high-quality restaurants. The sudden change in music mid-song was... odd, but could be explained by someone making a special request or some such thing. He really should stop over thinking things like this. Not everyone's out to kill him after a-

The whole restaurant went dark.

"Fuck," was the first word to come out of his mouth. He dropped the spoon on his plate, keeping the fork and knife provided to him. Suddenly, a declaration from Tsubaki. It was quiet, yet seemingly louder than everything else. On cue, a band started to play music. Something classical. Beethoven maybe? The tempo was butchered, but he could pick out some iconic music within it.

Oh hell. Now the clown was touching him. Yeah, Enrico decided that he'd be burning this coat later. And not only for the purpose of getting rid of the tracking devices.

Not remarking on any of Tsubaki's insane rantings yet, he merely waited for the bastard to get to the point so he could cut his head off, find his minions, and save the day. Or find someone who could save the day. Either or. His killing intent was definitely building up, however. 'Dammitthiscreeper'stouchingme,' Enrico thought, resisting the urge to bring out the big guns with Pegasus and effectively destroy the restaurant in one fell lightning missile.

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"One."
"Wha-"

A tablet with private surveillance was provided for Enrico to look upon. The image displayed was of... nothing. Just the sound of a piercing scream before switching to the next horrific reel.

"Two."
'...Okay. Okay. Not good, but not too bad, thankfully.'

The assassination of the secretary of Lyranias. To be completely honest, Enrico expected something more over the top than a bullet to the head, but maybe this was a better outcome...

"Three."
'The Tsuraras. They'll deal with it... If not, I will.'

The escape of a large mass of prisoners. Okay, okay, nothing the cops couldn't deal with... And anyone else who he ran into would get sent straight back. It wasn't too bad, he guessed... One had to wonder what the grand finale would be.

"Four."
"..."

No.

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"The answer is..." Enrico began, laughing to himself just a bit, like everything he just saw was a bad joke. "Four, right?"

He turned around and went to stab his fork and knife into Tsubaki.

Unfazed by the stab of a fork, the Bartender told him to relax and seat down, ironically, the performers and the others don't even care what happened as if it were normal but no it is abnormal.

"That's right, you are watching the events that happened seven years ago, the very same day as today, Friday the 13th and surprisingly today is also Friday the 13th.... July 13, 2110. If you look at it this way...A same event or closer may occur tonight before 10PM." He walks forward on stage and asked his men to play the music faster in tempo.

A sighed followed by the Bartender, he said, "I don't have any reason to kill you but the Spiders do, I'm just a Bartender and an Informant, and an Art Teacher too, I suppose."He said calmly with sanity.

"I'm guessing you already know the common questions that were not only to be asked by me such as how long are you gonna run away but I know a few things that can help you clear your name off from the Spiders. The annual Reisha Exams is drawing near, all you have to do is pass that exams and you will receive the position as a Guardian/Spirit Warrior or whatever."He said while playing with his cards and throwing it to Enrico which later became a set of keys, one of it were car keys and house keys.

Tsubaki uses his cards to form a cigarette and smokes, "Want one?."

"Every person has its fateful encounter, the past is history,tomorrow is a mystery but today is a gift, that is why we call it present. If you kill me here, the Spiders will not only be after you, everyone will. So, what do you plan to do? Runaway or take the Reisha Exams to clear your name?."He asked.

Needless to say, Alex was ecstatic with the words that Sayaka said. His face is flushed with a red color and he can barely manage to hide how happy he is. He greets Larunda with a smile. He was happy that she wouldn't be walking right into a mass hostage situation, reminiscing the events of the afternoon. "Nice to see you again, Larunda. I'll go get the cab so we can head to the Tsurara district... Though I may not enter to greet the chief." Alex feared what Sayaka's father would say to him, not only for being an Alstreim, since that matter was left aside since long ago, but for the fact that Alex was more than sure that Sayaka would keep on teasing and tell even her father that they were dating, even if it was just a joke. After doing such a thing, he'd probably end up as one of the most wanted in Lyranias.

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Back in Kaimei.

Allyson was already used to Danielle's constant sexual harassment, but melting her skirt in front of everyone else was going too far. "D-Danielle! I thought I told you not to do this kind of thing in front of others!" The way she phrased it made it seem as if they did this kinds of things in a regular basis and, needless to say, it shocked many of the attendants. Her striped panties were now out in the open for everyone to see, and she didn't knew what to do, cover her panties or taking Danielle's hands off her modestly sized breasts. So, she tried doing both at the same time, but after her evident failure at accomplishing so made her use her magic. "Goddammit!" Her mahozoku activated and worn out-looking bandages are produced out of nowhere and make a provisional cover for her panties. Then, with those same bandages, she takes the groping hands away from her and holds them in a tight grasp. She clears her throat before continuing. "Just don't get mad at me, you know you could probably kill me if you went serious on me. What will be our next order of action, Prez?" Since it seemed that Grimm was left in a side dish for now, she thought it best to continue with the next thing they needed to do. Then again, she could probably be talking with the guy right now.

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In one of the deserted and abandoned streets of Utopia, the hooded figure of Marcus makes his way through it. He seems tired, due to the way he is walking. He stops in front of what seems to be a door, badly disguised with many patches of different kinds of fabric. It seemed as a shelter for people who needed something but couldn't get the money to get it, such as a house or even medical attention. Truth be told, such a clandestine bussiness had no future in Lyranias, due to the low rate of poverty in the city, but it seemed perfect for people like Marcus. He approaches it and knocks on the door three times with an interval of 2 seconds between each.

Behind the door, an ungodly amount of locks can be heard as they open and the door opens slightly, just enough for someone to peep through. "What brings you here?" A mature sounding voice says.

"I-It's me, doctor. Marcus. I need your he-" He is stopped mid-sentence as he faints. He overexerted himself to wake up after that unknown force struck his brain and now he was completely exhausted.



The door opens suddenly and a man rushes to Marcus' side. "Marcus! C'mon, you can't faint here! Marcus!" The man seems truly worried about Marcus' condition. "God, I knew it was dangerous. That's why Zodiac went with you... By the by, he hasn't reported back, it couldn't be, right?" The gray haired man fears for what may have happened to his partner, Zodiac.

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Just as the doctor predicted, Zodiac has been captured and is now being transported to prison. He has been asked many times what he was hoping to accomplish by helping humans in their attack. However, he remains silent and with a smile in his face. The driver and the co-pilot, who has been asking the questions, are dumbfounded with his attitude. The driver decides to tease him a little.

"You seem awfully happy back there. I get it that getting captured was your plan all along? Maybe you're so damn poor that you need to go to prison to actually get some food. Don't worry, here in Lyranias, if you behave well enough they may even give you something that actually tastes like food! Ha!"

Zodiac only answers with another smile. The officer in the wheel clicks her tongue. "I wish most people were as loyal as this ass."

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A week has passed since the incident. Neither people nor even the media remember what happened a week ago. It is a if it never happened in the first place. Tsurara police has been searching up and down and inspecting every nook and cranny, in hopes to find Marcus, but no luck and since it is also a low level order, nobody is really putting an effort on it. Thus, Marcus can walk through plain daylight as today, with a baseball cap covering his head. The best place to hide is right in front of your enemy, right?

He walks to the bar Tsubaki works in, hoping to spot the jester. When he arrives, he sits by the bar and without putting his head up, he asks the bartender. "Hey, is a guy named 'Tsubaki' in here?" Whether Tsubaki would or wouldn't be the one to answer, he wouldn't let his identity slip, after all, maybe some cops are actually doing their job.

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In an interrogation room, Zodiac is being questioned, however, since he was captured, not a word has escaped his lips. He just sits there, with an over the top, irritating smile. The police officers that are questioning him can't take much more of his attitude.

"Maybe we should ask Sayaka to bring in the Alstreim. Rumor has it that his sword can make anyone speak the truth." One of them suggests, so they can finally get out something from this laughing moron. But Zodiac gets ahead of them, speaking the first words he has said in over a week.

"Ladies, that won't be necessary. Number four's prediction will most likely come true during this week, whatever his prediction is." He says with a confident air to him. The police officers stay there, trying to think what he means by that, and then it suddenly strikes them. They rush out of the room, shouring.

"Get me Chief Sayaka! The Kimera Tenma will be making a move!" Poor fools, thinking that this actually concerns the KT.

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Allyson, having been sent in yet another errand, is strolling through Utopia, trying to find someone who helped during the incident last week. She ocasionally stops and shouts. "Whoever lent a hand with last weeks incident, please come talk to me. Mind you that today I am in official affairs as a Reisha, not as the vice-prez of Kaimei" What she meant by being there in official affairs as a Reisha was meant to say that she was recruiting people, so many approached her with the intention of joining the Rei ranks, but were brushed off by her. It seemed she didn't really believe that those guys were actually involved in the incident, mostly because they looked like brats trying to lie about their age when going to a striptease bar. However, she would get serious with someone who actually seemed to be worth the while.

Tsurara Hiruma
NESTEROV AIRPORT


Carrying all of the bags containing everything he and Runda has, the old man who seems to be a klutz fell down and successfully grabbing every bag that his granddaughter and he has. He was happy to see his granddaughter, Sayaka and her friend Alex, "Ohhh!!!!! Who let the love birds out?! kekekekekekekeke!." Grandpa started teasing. Afterwards he approached them in a more mature manner, "A fine young man you've grown Al-boy.. you know it is okay with me if you marry both my grandchildren kekekekekekeke!." He halfheartedly said but Hiruma himself doesn't care if there are internal problems between their clans.

Tsurara Hiromu
TSURARA CLAN LEADER, HEAD OF ALL POLICE

"There won't be any need for an Alstreim to interrupt family affairs now do we?." Hiro like every Tsurara who meets an Alstreim was always hate at first sight, understandable that he'd do anything for his family. "Sayaka... shouldn't you be at work and Father........". His whimsical attitude showing, Hiro sighed, "Knight brat, I'll let you off for tonight but if I hear any accidents that were to happen to my daughters, you will take sole responsibility for it." The protective Father gives some sort of ultimatum to the young man. Tsurara men are different that women, they are more stable and less fanservice.

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Kaimei High School
"Well. If you need a job, there's always Kaimei here for you Grim." Danielle smiled and healed the injured man and helped him out.

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^Flashback
A week later.........
July 21, 2110

A young woman who is the heir of the Isabella Company of Lyranias, she was mimicking Allyson's moves all the time and people started laughing at her, "Yeah, I wanna talk to you more like you wanna talk to me! It's not like I'm more beautiful than you or anything, you damn cross faced bitch!." There we go again, happy reunions doesn't ensure much but the heated rivalry between Allyson and this fellow makes the whole Lyranias like an arena. Meet Lamia Isabella, daughter of Joshua Isabella, the owner of the Isabella Company, a company that made Lyranias' infrastructure and all structures and technology possible.

"So where's your girlfriend and his hot older-boyfriend? Mind telling me something I don't know bitch!."

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Tsurara Clan Police Force

"That won't be necessary, my friend." He enters the interrogation zone and shows the report of the day, "While I hate to admit that our friend Number#4 is absolutely correct, he is in fact correct. A viral video has been spreading throughout the Internet lately, a man shooting down a guy with a video camera in cold blood and as I speak through my platoon's evidence, this man is shot through the head similar to how the late secretary was killed, they both died by having their heads blown out and their blood all dried out. So tell me something, if you know what is going on, it is best you tell me now or I won't let you live to feel warmth ever again." Hiromu already froze below zero degrees on Zodiac but his fellow Police Men stopped him. [b]"This isn't over!.

News report started showing in the streets, in the widescreen billboards and on top the hot air balloon news shows the video too, the same incident, the famous Doctor, Hugh Friedrich has been killed live.

Larunda(flashback stuff)
She dully noted Alex's reaction. He started to speak and she listened without much interest. The only somewhat notable topic in her mind being the mention of Alex not meeting her father. It would probably be quiet interesting to observe the two interact. Larunda kept looking at the people she knew and found them to be just toys that she would get bored of, until at least they could possibly somehow offer her assistance in slaughtering her targets. But she thought rather low of most others, at least when compared to herself. She still hasn't said much to them, she wasn't in the mood.

When her grandfather grabbed all of their bags and nearly dropeed them, she tolerated his clumsiness. When talk of Alex marrying both her and her sister, she felt slightly irritated. Oh well. She continued to tolerate these annoyances

Grimm

A small shimmer of light flickered into Grimm's room. What a great room it was by Grimm's standards, it had a bed. All that truly mattered now. He had partially taken Danielle up on her offer, he couldn't tell her no, and he did a few small jobs... Until he found out about his bed. Majority of his time was spent sleeping, dreaming, and thinking there. He might as well have been dead with the amount of time he spent sleeping. Anyways, he awoke and raised his hand to scratch the crazy mane that his hair was every morning. A long yawn and stretch before attempting to sleep again. How beautiful sleep is.
He was soon awoken again by Allyson's yelling. As soon as he heard her he expected something important was probably going on and opened his door for once, kinda following her around utopia and listening in whole trying to not be detected. Hard to do considering he was still wearing his black pajamas.

Something about the incident a week ago. He had been so chill since then. He was content because of his victory and calmed down a bit. Well, Allyson was asking for people who participated... Perhaps he could be of some use.
You seem happier than usual since you've stayed here. Themis' echoed throughout his skull once more. She was always spectating him, she must have been bored considering he spent majority of the week inside...
While Grimm started to think and ponder things, he noticed a girl mimicking Allyson... Lame... Mimicry was a weak form of comedy. Anyways, he looked on as she insults Allyson from a small group of stranger he hid and observed in. He grasped his standard blade's hilt.
Grimm.... Do not. She has not attempted or commited anything violent to your knowledge...
She hasn't but she was being a bitch. Grimm strides through the crowd he hid in and walked slowly towards Lamia... the bitch. Grimm wasn't much of an intimidating figure. Skeletal and only average height... If he was a girl.
He faced the person he considered immoral before scratching his head and speaking.
"I suggest you stop that." If Themis wouldn't criticize him for slicing off her head from behind he probably would've done it. But she wouldn't leave him alone if he did anything similar. She hasn't done anything worthy of stabbing apparently, his thought of impaling her and sticking his blade into a wall would have to wait.