At least that's how Shiro envisioned how things went in the brief time between Asahi's performance and everything being enveloped in darkness. But in reality that was just a mere daydream the boy indulged in before the muffled panic from the other side of the dressing room door brought him back to his senses. He shared glances of perturbation with his friends, meeting both of their gazes before jerking his head towards a door abruptly kicked open. Akane's prim shoe encroached upon the room's boundary through the door frame and evicted any serenity from the premises. [color=#DC143C]"Seems like somebody wanted to be a total bitch of a human and crashed our concert. Asahi and that one chick with the glasses disappeared, but I don't believe we have the time to hunt for them."[/color] Everybody present was more than able to note the pitch of anger to her tone. The rage from all of the time and effort she siphoned into the concert's costume line-up now threatened to boil over, and would surely do more than just singe the three musketeers. Shiro was about to make an endeavor to preserve their lives when Akane slammed the door behind her, turning the lock without moving her glare. [color=#DC143C]"Check your messages. I'll save bitching about a bitch for later, we have more shit on our plate now."[/color] The redhead clicked her tongue and took a set by the counter, nudging a mannequin head to make some room. She would be needing it in lieu of the message from Asahi.

The girl monitored the three boys from her peripheral vision as they made the faint eye movements to bring up their mental interface, something hard to visually note given that the only physical element involved were nanochips. [color=#DC143C]"So?"[/color] She queried while eyeing Shiro, the haphazard scatterbrain who tends to call the shots.

[color=#FF7F00]"Welp, I'm gonna make a wager that there isn't an after party waiting for us in DGO. At least the one we'd find refreshing."[/color] He was already reclining in a corner as he spoke, [color=#FF7F00]"Let's login and gauge how much the situation has deteriorated. I've already sent messages to a few people, though I'm not getting any responses from Drauni, Sky Knight, Cerulean Knight, or any credible source for that matter. Chances are they sent a smaller fighting force to the Black City, since it's still recovering from the last shitshow. The main fight is probably at the Bruisers' doorstep, and if there's going to be any future for either guild, we need to make sure the Traders Union doesn't go up in flames, yeah? Let's set the city entrance as a meeting point. Linkup with any friendlies you meet on the way and work on pushing the white supremacists out of the walls and back to the sand dunes, then we'll go from there. Let's meme on these scrubs real good, aight?"[/color] Probably the worst motivational phrase possible, but hopefully it would suffice. Shiro leaned back and rested his eyelids, making the almost instantaneous journey into DGO.
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His sharp inhale was shrouded by an explosion a few blocks down, promptly followed up by successive bursts of gunfire. The Black City, originally a refuge for outcasts and newbies alike, was plunged into conflict once again. Oh, and there was also a muzzle shoved into Paper Moon's face. Just something worth noting.

He traced the exterior of the gun, then crawled up the arm connected to it. A player's weapon or tool defined their character, so to speak. The firearm looked like any generic brand dissolution drop, so Moon was able to come to the quick deduction that it very much reflected its user. [b]"Well isn't this our lucky day, boys! We've got a big figure."[/b] A voice to his side exclaimed overfilled with shrill joy. Their were two other players besides the one who currently had the rogue at gunpoint. He didn't care to delineate between the three not because of their lack of taste in enunciation, it was due to the fact that there was barely any difference in their appearance. Masks of pure, unpolluted ivory. Though the fact that members of the White Guild were only outfitted with run-of-the-mill weaponry did make him cock an eyebrow, since the faction was heavily PvE based and as a result was able to efficiently distribute and facilitate better than average items among its numbers. Which meant that these jackasses didn't even rate as measly grunts. Given their small party it was safe to assume that they were only scouts. A sigh of relief escaped the player's lips in spite of the muzzle still planted against his forehead. [color=#FF7F00][i]"At least they've only made it this far. The Strykers must still be amassing fighters. Might as well make the first push back."[/i][/color]

Paper Moon met the eyes of the grunt with a resolute stare. He felt a pinch of confidence at the faint sound of metal shifting uneasily. [color=#FF7F00]"So, fellas, how've your days been?"[/color] The words carried an air of nonchalance, much to the Masks' chagrin. The three instantly flinched when the Sweeper just slightly budged, [color=#FF7F00]"Hey, woah, woah, just formally surrendering. Yeesh, people need to acknowledge when they have leverage,"[/color] His actions seemed to coincide with his words as he folded his arms behind his head. At least that was the case, until the demoralizing sound of a blade parting with its sheathe caused the situation to spiral downward, at least in the grunts' respect, [color=#FF7F00]"They also need to acknowledge when they don't."[/color] 

Pushing the firearm with his left and guiding the knife with his right, Paper Moon exchanged roles with the player in a heartbeat. The unfortunate soul had made the mistake of stepping into an assassin's domain: CQC. Bullets flew frivolously while a serrated edge burrowed through digital skin with the most acumen precision. [b]"Shit, he got Reginald! Quickly, send a SOS!"[/b] 

Reginald was apparently the guy with a knife now hilt-deep in his neck. Moon lifted his gaze to the other two players, who had fallen into disorder after their comrade's demise. Both players suddenly started crying out in disarray.

Well these poor saps were in for a treat.

A rifle crackled as if to put an end to the Masks' pitiful display, followed by many others. Three bodies were left sprawled on the cold asphalt as a result. [color=pink]"Moon."[/color] The boy holstered the blade and proceeded to turn towards a very distinct [i]kssh[/i]. Standing in the middle of the road was a player whose color scheme screamed Ivory, yet in all actuality she was an adamant solo player, up until somebody decided to cash in a favor. [color=#FF7F00]"Yo. [url=https://i.gyazo.com/49585db8962340b658cd8857afda8209.png]White Noise[/url]. I can see things are popping off here."[/color] As if on cue a cannon bellowed a few blocks over, followed by, you guessed it, more gunfire. [color=pink]"I thought you'd be rather used to it by now."[/color] The girl crossed her arms with a disinterested huff while her four of herescorts rushed forward and took defense positions around the two, scanning for any potential threats. Shadowing her was a monolithic tank player who easily enshrouded both of them, a living body shield in a sense. It seemed as though the training was paying off. 

[color=pink]"Oh, right."[/color] White Noise snapped her fingers to deactivate her ability. Moon's vision suddenly refocused. [color=pink]"We're almost done mobilizing our forces. Luckily a few of us officers were logged in otherwise it would've been a mess. Anyways, I'm sure you're aware it won't be too challenging to repel this force."[/color] While the lower half of her face was obscured by her filters, Moon had the hunch that a wide grin hid behind the accessory. He emulated the expression without delay.

[color=#FF7F00]"Well, naturally."[/color]


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