[center][h1]Machidai[/h1]
[b]Current Location:[/b] His room[/center]
Machidai wheeled the trolley into his room and shut the door, making sure to lock the six deadbolts he had affixed. There were not many people who had the privilege of knowing what his room looked like, and there were many who were eager to find out.

There were certainly many rumors, at any rate. One of the more popular ones was that he kept it completely dark, with his most prized photographs pinned on the walls; and that he had several telescopes poking out of the windows in order to scope out prime positions to ply his trade. His room was well situated for such an endeavor, after all.

Another popular rumor was that his room was a slovenly sort of affair, since he seemed to live only for his hobby. But he never was one to entertain rumors, he stayed quiet whenever the question was asked. In fact, 'Kosuke' didn't know what the inside of his apartment looked like either, despite the fact that he had 'been' in it several times.

The lid of one of the trash cans came flying off, as the occupant inside struggled out.

"Order from Asahi;" Machidai reported. "Black and Blue Guilds under attack, defend them."

The... thing stared at him briefly, before slumping forward as he dove into Deep Ground. The boiling water clicked to indicate that it was done, and Machidai poured some into his cup noodles. He needed to move Kosuke before he woke up, and it looked like he was going to be in for a long day in Deep Ground as well. By the time he got in game, the chances of getting a ride to the Blue Guild front were unlikely, but there would need to be a witness in the Black Guild as well when the time came, anyway. Machidai had his job to do, and that's all that was really supposed to matter.
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Gunfire and shouting, his favorite to wake up to. Combat was his environment. To his body's credit though, he knew how to run away from fights. Kosuke was more of a rogue than a fighter in the end, he was always looking for ways to gain the advantage and he always kept a way out in the back of his head. He knew how to turn that focus to moment by moment combat, to probe for weaknesses and to duel someone. Of course, it meant he was more liable to get in over his head, but that also happened to be the kind of situation he loved the most.

[b][color=orangered]"There's that orange loser,"[/color][/b] He said, spotting Paper Moon down below.

He had nothing against the guy, except that he was lame and annoying, being a Sniper and all. Snipers were probably his biggest counter, because he couldn't get them faster than they could get him. At least, not yet anyway. However, he was aware that right now Paper Moon might just technically be the highest ranking member of the Ebony Strykers around right now, which probably made it worth it to drop in on him; which was word for word exactly what he was going to do.

He arced in from above, on his lance and jumped off right above Shiro; turning the booster downward.

[b][color=orangered]"Slaughter time, everybody! Anyone who can keep up come with me!"[/color][/b] He shouted from above, before increasing power and lifting off again.

He didn't care whether anybody came with him or not. He didn't have a strategy except for kill everyone he came across. It was a bad strategy for sure, but he was hungry for EXP, and it was hunting time.

[@Lucius Cypher][@Jedly]