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Hidden 2 yrs ago → 2 yrs ago Post by DJAtomika
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Mentions: Masashi @Zombehs, Asumi @Ambra, Hoshiko @Fabricant451, Akio @Lord Orgasmo, Kenzan @PrankFox

"I'll go first, since I suggested it."

Akira picked up the controller in Chen's left hand. As she did so, she glanced over to Asumi and giggled, holding the controller in her hands to familiarise herself with how to hold one. Although the game was familiar to her, the controller wasn't. She didn't own a game console, but she did have a computer on which she watched YouTube videos and did schoolwork on. Sometimes she'd find herself going back to videos of old arcades that reminded her of the Game Centre and when the place had stocked the games she'd played on when she was young.

"I admit, the last time I played Street Fighter was when the arcade still had one of those machines when I was a kid."

And so the pink-haired lass sat in front of the TV, controller in one hand and a strawberry Pocky in the other. She munched on the sugary snack while she waited for Asumi to take the second controller and pick her character in the Versus screen. Her own pick was Vega, since she remembered that the masked, clawed dude was pretty badass and did pretty good when she watched other people play as him. Akira hoped that Asumi didn't kick her ass as hard as she thought she would.

"Please go easy on me, Asumi."
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The only proper course of action was to break out into a grin so wide it would make that green guy who hated Christmas ask her to dial it back. But really what other option was there for getting a senpai to admit that he didn't have physical magazines but instead looked at stuff digitally. It wasn't a huge revelation or anything, but it made her laugh and grin all the same. It was a pity she wouldn't be able to judge him for his tastes but in truth she didn't know how to judge; this was her first time in the room of a boy but obviously it wasn't like the dramas made it seem. There was no romance in the air. Only chaos. Chaos, snacks, and Street Fighter.

"I'll play last. I played some at the arcade so I'm probably gonna win. The only true statement she made was that she played some of Street Fighter at the arcade. Her record wasn't exactly stellar when it came to playing humans but anyone who played at the game center was on a whole different level anyway and didn't count. Among friends? Hoshiko liked her odds. At least enough to want to get a round in. "You should pick the sumo wrestler. He's fun. He goes like-" Hoshiko started slapping her hands forward quickly like the famed sumo wrestler himself just not as quickly.

Her slap-happy self caused her to accidentally hit a shelf in the room, clattering some objects to the floor. Hoshiko retracted her hands and set about picking up what she dropped, scratching her head and hoping nothing was broken. She couldn't really afford to replace it. "Sorry. I'll...I'll just take a seat and wait my turn. Hoshiko found a seat and sat, hands in her lap. "Could you pass the snacks?"
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MENTIONS: Masashi [@Zombehs], Akira [@DJAtomika], Hoshiko [@Fabricant451], Akio [@Lord Orgasmo

”Don’t worry about me! I totally got this.” Asumi waved Masashi off as she furrowed her brow. What, didn’t he believe in her? She was so pumped up, she was certain she’d beat anyone that tried their hand at her.It was because of the left-over adrenaline from before. She turned to Akira, smirking. ”You should check out the arcade’s new Street Fighter game! They installed it just last week.”

She turned to Hoshiko when she gave her a suggestion on who to play. The sumo wrestler, huh? Asumi was about to reply when one of her wild movements knocked over objects on a shelf. She winced in alarm, though the moment quickly passed. In her nervousness, she couldn’t help but laugh. Though, this didn’t stop her from turning to their host. ”Sorry about that. We’re both pretty clumsy.” Asumi said with a slight frown. Hopefully Hoshiko wouldn’t make any other weird movements like that. Chen would understand a mistake, but if it happened again, it’d be even harder to cover for her. She reached forward to grab her bag and pulled it closer to them so Hoshiko could nab one of the snacks that remained inside. ”A-anyways, I’ll show you how to win at this–”

THUMP!!

Asumi flinched, her eyes glancing up at the window. A grayish smear stained the glass. ”Oh no!” she yelped. ”One of the birds must’ve hit the window… I’ll be right back!”

She pushed herself onto her feet and scrambled out of the room before anyone could react. If the poor bird was smart enough, it’d stay in one place to recuperate…

It didn’t take Asumi long to return with something bundled in the sweater that was previously tied around her waist. She stepped carefully towards them without a second thought and knelt down on the ground. Gently, she set the bundle on the ground between them all. ”I’m glad he didn’t fly away. Poor guy’s dazed outta his mind…”

Asumi pulled away one of the sleeves that she had used to keep the creature in place. A normal crow rested in the midst of the wool, though it was hardly moving. It let out a low croak and ruffled its wings, but that seemed to be all that it could do for now. Its red eyes blinked up at her. She frowned and reached out to feel one of its legs. There didn’t seem to be any broken bones in either of them. Her eyes settled on the purple band that was wrapped around its left leg. Hadn’t she seen this bird before?

”Oh!” Asumi perked up. She glanced up at the others, a blush crossing her cheeks, before she finally looked back at Chen. ”I hope you don’t mind that I brought it in… I was just so worried about it.”
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"I'm sure you've got... something," Masashi agreed vaguely with Asumi before he winced a bit as some of Chen's belongings were sent to the floor in a mess. Nothing seemed to have broken, but he could already imagine that the room was going to be a bit too cramped to try and stuff another two people in; even if that was for something calmer like studying. A glance around the room had him imagining how they'd be arra-

His head snapped back around to the windows he'd been standing by before he whipped back around to look at Asumi's retreating back. It was a bit surprising how fast she could move when she wanted to, and she hadn't even knocked anything over in her rush. He sighed and then cracked open the window so he could actually look out and down at whatever had made a slight mess of the glass.

Well, Asumi seemed to be right at the least. He could see the fallen mass of black feathers on the ground below, but he didn't manage to get a good look before she got to it and scooped it up in her sweater.

The smear had come off easily enough with a few tissues, and Asumi had already gotten back to the room by the time he came back from washing his hands. "If it shits itself in fear, I'm holding the door shut," he chimed in unhelpfully from the bedroom's only exit before he actually took a gander from behind her. The purple band was pretty distinctive though, and he sighed as if a bit disappointed. "Probably won't though. Looks like it's the one from Kuro's. Unless someone just likes to wrap those things around our town's crows."
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After all was said and done, it looked like it was going to be Akira versus Asumi. He didn't expect two girls to be going at it but here he was. Actually, he now realized thar since Kenzan left, the girls outnumbered him 3 to 2. He and Masashi would have their work cut out for them.

Asumi would be going with E. Honda, at the suggestion of Hoshiko. Chen never was any good with him, he much preferred characters like Ken or Akuma. And it looked like Akira would be... hitting his shelf and knocking over a pile of SNES games. Chen quickly picked up the cartridges as Akira began apologizing. "Hey, no worries. These old things are pretty tough to break. Wouldn't be the first time these things got knocked over."

Setting the games back on the shelf, Chen looked back at the screen. Looks like Akira was going with Vega. Not a bad choice, all things considered. Yet just as the match was about to start, a loud THUNK alerted him as he looked towards the source of the noise. It was his window, witch now had a large smudge on it. Either a bird flew into it or someone was throwing things at his house for some reason.

Asumi jumped up, exclaiming that she was going to go go check to see if one of the birds hit the window. Before he could object, however, Asumi was already out of the room. The next few seconds felt pretty awkward as the Street Fighter soundtrack continued playing as if nothing had happened.

Just as quickly as she left, Asumi appeared once more with her sweater holding something inside of it."Please tell me you didn't--" His comment cut short by Asumi revealing that she had, in fact, brought the bird inside. It looked about as dazed and confused as a bird could get, but to Chen they always kind of looked like that. There was one strange feature though, a purple band wrapped around its leg. Didn't that usually mean that this was someone's pet?

His train of thought was interrupted by talking from both Asumi and Masashi. "How the hell did you manage to sneak that past my dad? And what if it starts flying around, squaking and shitting on stuff?" He was about to continue complaining when Masashi's comment finally registered. "Wait, You mean the ramen place? That Kuro's? Why would one of their crows be all the way over here? And why do they have crows?" Chen put his head in his hands for a brief moment, before finally putting his head back up. "Well, if that's the case, then we should probably go take it back. We should be able to make it there in back relatively quick if we hustle."
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In the midst of Munehisa’s awakening, “Miss Okamoto” had become a horrified yet confused mess of a woman– if she wasn’t one already. As the bee-monsters were slain by the strange presence, two of the creatures who hadn’t been attacking had grabbed their teacher and pulled her into the air. She snarled down at the retreating figures as she retreated into the dark. “Do you really think you’ll be leaving here alive?” she growled. “My reinforcements will come for your heads soon! Try all you might, but you’ll never escape!”

As the two retreated, they found more of the same sights they had seen before; several classrooms with closed doors and paths that seemed to wind deeper into the “school” stretched out to their left and right without giving any signs to where they led. After only a couple of minutes of running in their attempt to find some semblance of an exit, they reached a dead end. Two paths stretched out to their left and right sides. On their left was a fairly well-lit corridor, its floors surprisingly clean and void of the sticky honey that might have slowed them down. On the right was another hallway lit up by fancy chandeliers that practically sweltered with blazing embers. Further down the hallway, one could hear murmurs and perhaps even groans…

“Oh, this is such bullshit.” Nagi exhaled as they ran through the halls, only slightly winded from the amount of sprinting they’d done so far. Good thing cardio was part of her workout routine. “Who’d be stupid enough to go down that way?” She waved her hand in the direction of the right path, where all the chandeliers and moaning was.

“We’re going left, right?” She glanced to Mune, giving him a once-over now that she had a brief opportunity. “Like the new drip, by the way. That come standard with the magic and your imaginary friend?”

Munehisa hadn’t even noticed his sudden change in attire, his breathing labored as he was overcome with a dizzy spell. He found it difficult to focus as he fought to stay on his feet, casting a bit of an awry look towards Nagi. “Left? Oh, right,” he muttered before falling to one knee, evidently fatigued. Her mention of his uniform gave reason for the boy to observe the difference in his clothing, astonished with his new wardrobe. “What the hell? What’s up with my clothes?”

The eerie sounds that crept from the right hallway interrupted his amazement as Munehisa struggled to rise. “I dunno what’s even real anymore,” he mustered enough strength to stand, starting towards what was presumably the exit. “Did you hear it, too? Calling itself Persona, or whatever?”

The pair decided to head to the left, and much to their delight, they seemed to be headed in the right direction. As they traveled down the hallway, light seeped in from an unknown source and glinted across what looked like the type of windows they’d see at their school– but when they turned to look at them, they were only met with the sight of the patterned walls.

Despite the fact they seemed to be nearing the exit, something seemed off; it was almost as if they were being watched. The sensation persisted as the hallway opened up into a large room. Rectangular storage units shot up from the floor, though each of the compartments were sealed shut with several layers of sticky film. Multiple sets of doors rested all of the way on the other side of the room, though they seemed unnaturally far away. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be sealed shut. Several pairs of eyes continued to sear into their skin and the air thickened with intent. Whatever was watching them appeared to be waiting for their next move.

“What? No, I didn’t hear shit.” Nagi blinked, helping Mune along as she slung his arm over her shoulder to support him as they ran. “This’s bad, though. If you’re gassed already, we might be screwed if that bitch Okamoto decides she wants another round.”

As they entered the next room, Nagi frowned as she looked around. This was…creepy. Which meant that it was probably bad.

“Ah, crap.” She groaned, still supporting Mune. “Don’t like any of this. What’s the odds we even make it across this fucking room before something bad happens? Looks like a goddamn horror movie in here.”

The sound of fluttering wings reverberated from the hallway they had just traversed. Three smaller bee-like drones emerged from the corridor, though two of them struggled under the weight of carrying the Okamoto look-alike. A smirk played on her lips as the creatures hovered in one corner of the room, drawing another puff from her pipe.

“Trying to leave, are we?” Okamoto hummed. She motioned to the doors all the way on the other side of the room. “Well, you’ve made it this far… so go ahead. The exit’s right there.”

Nagi frowned, glaring up at Okamoto defiantly. The fuck was she playing at now? This was definitely rigged in some way, but…well, they didn’t exactly have a choice. It was either move forward, or be stuck in this shithole.

She started to help Mune across, but murmured into his ear as they did so.

“How good’re you for a fight right now? She’s probably gonna jump us.”

As fatigued as he was, Munehisa felt that he had enough for the last mile, offering Nagi a tired smile. “I got this,” the boy waved a hand off, removing himself from the girl’s assistance. He stood with a slight hunch as his lingering will manifested once more, the stalwart visage of Peter Pan floating at his side and prepared for another battle. “Make a run for the exit while I distract ‘em, and I’ll follow up after.”

“Miss Okamoto” watched with a sneer as the two children carried out their plan right in front of her, with Nagi starting to head towards the entrance and Munehisa turning towards her. A laugh left her lips before she stared at Nagi’s retreating figure. “Why, are you so intrigued with me?” she asked. “I know I’m too beautiful to ignore, but you should probably concentrate on your friend over there.”

At that moment, a large figure dropped from the ceiling and landed between Nagi and the exit. Its form resembled the other wasp monsters that had been tailing them, though it had a small set of wings and multiple limbs that were long and spider-like. Its hands bore four spike-like fingers, and a long, sharp proboscis with an opening at the end. Crimson eyes glimmered above a maw of sharpened yellow teeth.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” the beast roared. One of its legs swept towards Nagi, attempting to slam her against the ground as if she were an insect herself. “Creatures like you have no right to turn your back on Lady Okamoto!”

“Not into other girls,” Nagi shot back as she carefully inched towards the exit. “Tried that in middle school, didn’t work ou-OH SHIT!” She cried out in alarm as the…superwasp dropped down on her. She raised her arms to block just in time, and the creature’s leg slammed into them, sending her skidding backwards along the floor.

“Motherfucker…” She groaned, feeling a sharp throbbing in her arms. Taking that straight to the gut would have been real bad, but even blocking it hurt like an absolute bitch. Years of getting into scraps had her assessing the situation quickly, and a slight amount of panic started to creep in. Mune was dead on his feet already, this big shithead was obviously more of a threat than the little bitch-tier wasps Okamoto was throwing at them before, and she was borderline useless in this situation.

A seething rage started to boil in Nagi’s gut at the thought of her being helpless, and she raised her brass knuckles defiantly, her eyes wild.

“Come on, asshole! I’ll fucking bury you, then Okamoto!”

▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!

A faint whisper echoed in Nagi’s head, but it barely registered in her mind as adrenaline coursed through her. They could go down here. They probably would go down here. But she’d make that thing hurt before she did.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Munehisa flinched at the sight of his friend being purposefully targeted with a hefty blow. He rose with a defiant step, placing himself between Nagi and the larger foe that blocked the supposed exit. If I can just divert its attention and get it to move away– better yet, I can just bring it down like the others, no problem. With his heart set on the objective, the boy steeled himself for the encounter. “Outta the way, bug!” he taunted his opponent, sending his Persona in for a direct confrontation. Peter Pan’s knife hand crossed blades with the bee’s spiked fingers, attempting to overpower the enemy enough to push it aside.

The larger bee proved strong enough to not be manhandled, breaking the clash and propelling the Persona back by a few feet. “Break its wings, Peter Pan!” Munehisa chanted in a decisive moment, channeling its powers from the mask as its flute hand rose to fire a double shot. The bullets of energy smacked into the figure of the large bee, but unlike its smaller brethren, it seemed to resist the damage, letting out a mocking chuckle in response.

Dumbfounded by its resistance, Munehisa looked on in horror as the monstrosity twirled in a circle, feeling the wind begin to coalesce around him. A gust of green energy spun around his figure before closing in on him, feeling the cut of the bladestorm far more immensely than his previous injury. It was the greatest pain that he’d ever felt in his life– his scream reverberated across the distorted walls as the boy fell to his back. He was unable to act in the following moment when the larger bee seemed to pick up its stride right after, immediately firing a large projectile from its proboscis towards him.

Too stunned to react, it struck the boy directly with such force that it flipped Munehisa onto his stomach, collapsed by Nagi’s feet. His life force had slipped away into a dangerous threshold, finding himself unable to stand back up as he reached out towards Peter Pan. The image of his Persona was weak, barely maintaining its form as it began to dissipate from the world. “S-shit,” the boy cursed with a shallow breath, his upper body propped up by his right arm. It’s way too strong!

Okamoto’s features wrinkled up in delight as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. A long, bubbling giggle blustered from her lips, and she covered her mouth with a gloved hand. “I told you that you wouldn’t be leaving here alive. Why would I let you two escape? Disgusting insects such as yourselves should be culled on the spot,” she hissed. With a lazy wave of her hand, she added, “Take care of them, dearie.”

“With pleasure,” the beast rumbled again. It reached out to grab Munehisa in its claws, squeezing the boy tight within its spiney fingers before it turned back to Nagi with a hungry growl.

“All you had to do was submit,” Okamoto chimed childishly. “It’s too late to ask for forgiveness, now.”

“Shit! Mune!” Nagi cried out in alarm as he stepped in and started to cover for her, only to be taken down. It all happened quickly enough that she hadn’t been able to maneuver around Mune and Peter Pan to help in time. And then Okamoto opened her mouth again.

“Holy shit, do you ever stop talking?!” Nagi screamed in fury up at her, her mind racing to try to figure out how to handle the situation. If Mune couldn’t take it, what chance did she have? Surrender wasn’t an option. If Nagi had thought Okamoto was sincere in her offer, she might have considered it, if only to bail Mune out. But everyone in the room knew she was just fucking with them.

“You want me to just up and quit? Get the fuck down here and make me.” She hissed defiantly. “You wouldn’t be shit without your stupid goddamn bee fetish.”

Her laughter caught in her throat after Nagi’s reply, which earned her a severely judgemental “ahem” from Okamoto. The bees brought her closer to where Nagi stood, though they remained hovering out of her reach. Okamoto peered down at her through narrowed eyes. “It amazes me that you’re still squealing, worm. Though, I fear that I may be asking too much of you when I tell you to lay down and die quietly… Nakano, wasn’t it? Can you not process such a simple request?” she asked with a lazy shrug. “Not surprising, seeing that you come from a family of filthy-blooded criminals.”

Nagi’s fists clenched reflexively at Okamoto’s insult, and a haze of red started to tinge her vision. This bitch fucking dared to go there? So help her, Nagi almost forgot about the imminent threat to her life as she started to talk back.

“Say that again. My old man rips people off, but he’s still a damn sight better of a person than you’ll ever be. At least he shed blood, sweat, and tears for his place in life. Tell me, you ace your job interview flat on your back, or beneath the principal’s desk?”

“You insolent wretch!” Okamoto’s face morphed with anger at Nagi’s response. “How dare you speak that way to me?! How dare you know anything about what I’ve been through! I have spent years of my life raising children so they can be more than just crude-minded grubs writhing beneath my feet! So that they can be model citizens worthy of good lives!”

She practically burned with rage, continuing her tirade as she bared her fangs down at Nagi. “What does a bitch like you know?! You’re slated for failure anyways. Why, I bet that in a few years from now, you'll be rotting in prison alongside your worthless father!”
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That tore it. Nagi howled in fury, dashing forward to slam a brass-knuckled fist straight into the giant bee in lieu of being able to punch Okamoto herself. The first blow just glanced off. So did the second. But the third…Nagi’s third punch actually left somewhat of a mark on it. She glared up at Okamoto, her eyes bloodshot.

“If I go to the slammer, it’ll be after I’ve buried you six feet under, you worthless fucking whore!” She bellowed. “You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want, and everyone’s just gonna sit there and take it?! Go on, then! Try! I’ll bring you down with me if it’s the last thing I goddamn do!”

Has your bloodlust finally awakened?


Nagi doubled over, her entire body feeling as if it were set aflame. She started to scream again, a hand reaching up to her mouth.

You, who have the strength to ensure that the worthless cannot enact their will upon you as they please…
Have you finished hiding behind the skirts of reason and sanity?
Will you continue to hold yourself back?


Nagi fell to one knee, heaving as she slammed a fist in the ground. The pain was still ever-present through her entire self, but the sensation of knuckles crashing against tile grounded her. The voice was right. No more of this shit. Not when she could still do something about it. Nagi forced herself back up to her feet, a black-and-red spiked half-gas mask forming from her nose downward, leaving her baleful glare fully visible.

“Per…so…na…”

Excellent, most excellent!
Bring judgment down upon those who would bind us in chains!
Let our pact be sealed!
I am thou…thou art I…
Rise up in madness and fury!


Nagi reached up to the top half of her mask and violently ripped it downward, blood dripping from both sides of her mouth. Azure lightning crashed down upon her, and the pain stopped. When the flash cleared, she emerged. Gone were her blazer and skirt, to be replaced with a black waistcoat over a red dress shirt and black tie with dress slacks equally as dark. A long white jacket hung over her shoulders like a cape, its collar decorated with fur trim. Brown snakeskin shoes clacked against the floor as Nagi stepped forward, her same brass knuckles still wrapped around her fists.

Floating behind her was a female figure, clad head-to-toe in gleaming armor. In her hands were a massive sword and an equally large shield, and an aura of palpable menace surrounded the specter in sharp contrast with its knightly appearance.

“Alright, Okamoto.” Nagi snarled as she slammed her left fist into her right palm. "Here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m going to kill your eyesore of a pet. Then I’m gonna drag you down here and make you hurt. We clear? Then let’s dance, bitch!”

A bloodthirsty grin crossed her face.

“Seethe, Bellona!”

She dashed forward, and Bellona charged with her. The armored figure strode forward, and a single cleave of her sword severed the claw holding Munehisa, causing him to fall to the floor just in time for Nagi to catch him. She gently set him down as Bellona brought lightning crashing down on the giant wasp, causing it to screech in agony.

“Where’s your pleasure now, dickhead?” Nagi mocked the creature as she stepped forward. Bellona floated backwards, allowing her summoner to leap up and latch onto the wasp’s head, starting to pummel its head in with her right fist. “How’s it feel to have a fight when the other guy’s not completely gassed out, huh?” Nagi bellowed in its face. The wasp’s remaining claw shot up to try to smack her off, but Nagi kicked off of its head and into the air, her brass knuckles fading away as an AK-47 materialized in her hands. She raised the rifle in midair, stared down the sights, and opened fire even as she kept falling to the ground.

DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

Nagi landed on the ground on one knee, braced in a shooting position as she finished emptying the rest of the assault rifle’s magazine into the beast. As the wasp lay reeling, she stood back up, brandishing her rifle as she stalked forward. The black-haired girl loomed over the fallen insect, raising her gun before bringing it down, mercilessly beating it to death by bludgeoning it with the stock repeatedly.

“One down,” She hissed, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she checked the pockets in her waistcoat and jacket cape, eventually finding a fresh magazine. “One to go.”

Nagi quickly reloaded and whirled around, acquiring Okamoto in her sights as lightning crackled around Bellona. Both summoner and Persona opened fire, intent on, at the very least, knocking the woman from her perch.

Okamoto screeched in disbelief and fury as the bee-like creature’s form disintegrated into a shadowy mist. Not only had the boy found out he had these strange supernatural powers, but the girl did, too?! In the middle of her shock, she saw Nagi aim her weapon at her. Grunting, Okamoto leaned against the back of her mount, which spurred it to fly out of the way of the bullets. “You’ll pay for this!” she howled. “I swear to God, you’ll rue this day! Get them out, you useless maggots!! GET THEM OUT!!”

At her command, a storm of wingbeats sounded from further down the hallway. At least a half dozen more of the cryptids poured out of the corridor within seconds, their sights set on the two individuals that had caused so much chaos in their abode. In the midst of the flurry of wings and thrashing limbs, Okamoto had chosen to turn tail and head back down the corridor and left the angry soldiers to deal with the remnants of her mess.

“What the-get back here, bitch!” Nagi snarled, not bothering to waste any more ammunition against Okamoto as she flew out of her range. “Motherfucker!” She shifted her aim towards the approaching bees, directing Bellona to electrocute as many as she could while Nagi moved to help her friend up.

“Mune! Mune?” Nagi shook him, but to no avail. Damn it, it looked like he wasn’t getting back up anytime soon. “Ah, crap…” She groaned, feeling the drain of her Persona’s continued lightning attacks. As much as Nagi wanted to continue the fight, they couldn’t stay. Not like this.

Coming to a decision, Nagi hefted her AK up with one hand while starting to drag Mune away with her other hand, allowing Bellona to fade away as her gas mask reappeared on her face. She fired wildly at what bees remained, hurriedly dragging Mune through the exit.
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He awoke sometime later, as evening properly approached. Hakuro sat up on his bed and looked at the time. Huh... That late, already? Well, if he was going to do anything special tonight, now was the time to decide, as the curfew would be in like a couple of hours. As stated, he didn't really like having his potential hours cut short, but Katsuragi had engrained in him a fair understanding of the why. Casually looking over his notepad, he considered writing an entry for her like he did other people, but as he'd decided to let this be a bit more organic in getting to know her, maybe knowing her full name should come first. Hakuro set the pad aside and got onto his computer instead, checking out a bit of news - nothing new - and then the Hatto-Site. It was pretty much the norm, but then...

"What the...?"

There was this picture that...

"Whaaat?"

Someone posted this on the forums. He sometimes got art of him in various situations. There were even Deep Fakes of him in place of Inspector Zenigata from Lupin The 3rd. Those were always funny, especially the episode 'Zenigatacon'. Hakuro immediately posted a Jackie Chan reaction pic, followed by 'Oh, it's on, now.'. He liked to leave dangling comments like that. It let the forum stew on that while trying to imagine what it is he was going to do in response. This might've been connected to his statement that he wasn't going to talk about the PM's death, and that some might've taken his attitude as some Thug Life 'Deal with it' kind of thing. Hakuro resented that. He had class. He had style. Just look at that hat! Look at that coat! Look at that swagger! Donning them both, he stepped out and shouted "HATTO LEAP!" as he jumped from the stairs leading up to his apartment outside to the ground before taking off in a run. He was going to the arcade for a little fun time...

On the way to the place, he pulled out the Go-Pro he'd taken from his room and set it up. It was a fairly-decent model that he sadly didn't treat as well as his phone. As is with the things, sometimes, that when you toss it around, it gets bumps and knicks and scratches. But after seeing the channel How Ridiculous, Hakuro figured it would be alright, in the long run. If three Aussies could drop it from on high and it still works, then his would probably be fine. Anyway, he got to the area of the Fujihama Game Centre and started recording the walk-up with a serious expression on his face.

"This is what happens. This is your fault. You drove me to this."

He stepped into the arcade and looked around, pausing only slightly at his intended target before focusing on someone to give him a hand.

"Adult-Man, player of games! Are you busy?"

There was that one guy that was known for coming in sometimes to play 'cause he's basically bored. Hakuro had made his acquaintence and given him the heroic title he was now addressed by, mainly for laughs. The man turned around at this point.

"Ah, Hatto-san! You recording?"

"I am, but I need your help. It won't take long."

"What do you need?"

"My honor is impugned. They have taken my image and done this!"

He showed him the image on his phone.

"I mean, it's not bad, but the comments are...you don't talk like this, do you?"

"You see? You see?! I can't let this go unchallenged. Please help me. I need you to record while I dance the dance of doom."

"The...? Oh! You want to use the machine?"

"Yes."

The machine had various nicknames, but Hakuro called it the Dance Dance Revolutionary. It was the Game Centre's best dance machine, and sometimes his arch-nemesis on harder levels. He stepped on as 'Adult-Man' recorded, and set it for a hard track.

"You did this to me. Now...here is my retort."



It was hard to keep up the serious face for long, especially when the music picked up, so Hakuro gave it up once he had to really move with the beats, his feet dashing from spot to spot in rapid succession. He wasn't perfect, but he was scoring high! Hakuro had originally started doing this when he received a challenge from a dancing accountant who regularly used these kinds of machines to unwind. The man's name was Hito Fuyunaito, and he could bust incredible moves all while wearing a nice salaryman suit. He could Gangnam Style down the street or do anything, and Hakuro admired that, so he took the challenge to try and best his high scores. So far, no dice, but he had gotten good, as you could see right now. He was just finishing up as he shouted out.

"I'm not a disaster! I'm a dancer, I'm a romancer, and I'm a repaster!"

"What's that mean?"

"It means I forgot to eat! Aaaaaggghhh!!!"

This was gonna be funny as hell, once he got it online.
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When the loud thunk alerted everyone, Hoshiko's first instinct was to wonder what she had broken. Of course that was impossible, once she had sat down after her brilliant portrayal of the hundred hand slap she hadn't gotten up for anything other than to rummage through the snack bag in a desperate bid to find something else to occupy her hands. She didn't so much as get a crisp or a crumb before practically jumping from her seated position in shock and fear, only one of which subsided when she realized the reality of the situation. As Shirasawa-senpai darted out of the room, Hoshiko took the opportunity to look around at the similarly confused faces who had just wanted to enjoy the spirit of competition in the form of flinging fireballs and uppercuts at each other. "I didn't do it." It went without saying but with Hoshiko she could never be sure and it was good to cover her bases.

Before Shirasawa-senpai came back, Hoshiko was seriously considering playing the round anyway. What would be the harm in playing senpai's turn? Other than using a character Hoshiko didn't know anything about - which wasn't saying much considering she only knew about three of them anyway - it would have at least kept things from being awkwardly silent. As her hand hovered over the controller, Shirasawa-senpai came back and Hoshiko snapped her hand back and tried to let out an innocent whistle. As long as her hand wasn't actually in the cookie jar, so to speak, then there was no harm in anything.

Of course, no one seemed to care about Hoshiko almost cutting the turn order because in Shirasawa-senpai's hands was the cause of the impact. A bird. A crow, specifically. Hoshiko knew as much about birds as she did about most subjects in school, which was just enough to know not much at all. "Do birds normally have red eyes?" Hoshiko asked, blinking at the bird; others seemed more concerned with the potential of a flapping, crapping, squawking annoyance but Hoshiko had never known anything with red eyes to be good. Every game or anime or show the villains always had red eyes or red something. She'd rather not, of course, but if the bird was evil she was about sixty percent sure she could take it in a fight.

"Is it one of those talking birds?" Hoshiko cupped her hands around her mouth and aimed towards the bird. "HELLO! CAN YOU SAY 'HOSHIKO'? DO YOU WANT A CRACKER? A COOKIE? HELLO." It didn't seem to be working.
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Akira was ready. So ready. Even with Asumi's smug smirk and advice to check out the arcade again to play on the new Street Fighter machine. She was so ready and she even gave Asumi a wry smile of her own, one that said "get ready to have your ass handed to you", even though she was not the best at the game.

And then Hoshiko knocked over a bunch of Chen's stuff, breaking the tension instantly. Akira let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and dropped the controller onto her lap. As she regained her composure, the sudden thump of something hitting the window startled her even more than Hoshiko's clumsiness had.

"W-what the-"

But before she could ask anything more, Asumi ran out of the room. She returned a few moments later with something bundled up in the sweater that was normally around her waist and it was opened to reveal a dazed-looking crow with a purple band on its leg. A strange sight, to be sure, but birds hitting windows weren't all that uncommon occurrences, she thought. It was kinda cute too, the way it made a confused croak as its little head whipped a few times around the room, probably taking stock of the giants around it.

Akira pointed to the weird purple band on its leg, a quizzical look on her face.

"If that's a wild bird, what's this tag for? Is it for a wildlife tracking group or something?"
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When next she opened her eyes, Nagi found herself outside the entrance gate of the school. As in, right next to it. She slumped against the wall, running a hand through her hair as she caught her breath.

“Holy shit…” She murmured, taking a moment to look herself over. Uniform, check. Bag, check. Brass knuckles, back in her pockets. Gun...nope. Damn. Would’ve been nice to have kept it, though Nagi supposed it was better to not have it on her person at the moment. After all, it wasn’t as if her school bag was spacious enough to accomodate an entire assault rifle. Now, what was she missing…?

Oh, right.

Nagi looked to her side.

“You awake, Mune? There’s no way in hell I’m dragging you all the way to your house.”

The boy had spilled out onto the ground, laid on his back with his limbs sprawled out as they were returned to the ‘real’ world. “Barely,” Munehisa whined, sitting upright and rubbing his forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this exhausted in my entire life, even after basketball practice.”

Seeing that his lounging was beginning to attract the occasional glare of attention, Munehisa let out an exasperated sigh, slowly rising with an audible wince. “I think I broke my ass,” he half-joked, looking back up towards the ordinary architecture of their school. There was simply no way that any of their friends would believe a single word about what had happened just now– Personas, beehives, that alternate version of Miss Okamoto. Even he couldn’t believe it to be some parallel universe. “You down to just, forget everything and never step in there again? I don’t even know how you would get back– oh right, that app on my phone.”

Nagi looked askance at Mune. While she was relieved he was alright, what he was saying, well…

“Mune, we already got dragged in once. What’s stopping that shit happening again? Let’s face it, we’re probably gonna have to stamp this problem out ourselves if we don’t wanna get jumped by an alternate world just turning a corner in school or something.”

She sighed, fishing her phone out to check the time. And...huh. That app hadn’t been there before. Judging by what Mune had just said...

“Plus, somehow that app you’re talking about got on my phone too. Pretty sure none of this is gonna leave us alone if we stick our heads up our asses and pray. No one’s gonna believe us, so we’ve gotta deal with this before someone like, I dunno, Asumi gets dragged in-” Nagi paused, checking her texts with a groan.

“Aw, fuck. We forgot about the study session. Don’t think you’re in any shape to go, and honestly, I don’t really have the energy for it either. Ugh...screw it. I’ll come up with something to tell Asumi tomorrow. Or I’ll let her believe we ran off to make out or something, that’s probably the first thing she’d think of.”

He lacked an animated reaction towards Nagi’s last sentence, only rolling his eyes as Munehisa was cosigned to their new duty. “Ughh, I guess you’re right,” he pouted, instinctively pulling out his phone upon her mention of the app now appearing on her device. His tongue clicked upon seeing that he’d received five unread text messages, opening the inbox to see that they were all from Asumi hounding him about their whereabouts over the span of a few hours. “Yeah, I’m definitely goin’ straight home. I need a damn nap,” he pocketed the phone, thinking back on the final glimpses of the escape.

“Was that really Okamoto, though? Like, there’s no way it was someone else, but… this whole thing just gives me a headache,” Munehisa briefly pondered on the supposed overlord of their school’s alternate universe before his mind drifted to their newly acquired superpowers. “Hey, you heard it too then, right? That ‘other’ voice, calling itself a Persona? Yours was pretty badass, too!”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Was yours screaming at you to kill people too? Because mine was.” Nagi shrugged at the thought. Then something else occurred to her. “By the way, since your outfit changed, I guess mine did too. You get a glimpse at all? Because I didn’t have the time to tell other than I had a jacket on my shoulders.”

Nagi quickly fired off a response text to Asumi as she spoke, telling her that something came up and she’d tell her about it tomorrow.

“Anyways, beats me if it was or not. Probably shouldn’t be talking about it just off school grounds, though. In case she gets any more creative ideas on how to give our class shit. Should probably skedaddle the fuck on outta here too before someone gets on our ass for loitering.”

“Mine wasn’t that edgy, no,” Munehisa shook his head, tapping his shoes together and hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. Her indirect mention of Okamoto brought a frown to his lips, stirring a pinch of resentment in his stomach. “If it’s true, I just can’t believe she already knows about it, but just wants to lead a witch hunt anyway,” he bit the inside of his mouth, sighing. “But whatever, enough for today then. I’ll see ya tomorrow, Nagi.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nagi sighed back, waving him off as she started to walk off. “Go home, get some sleep. We still gotta deal with her shit tomorrow too.”
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The others weren’t that pleased with her decision to bring the bird indoors. Masashi and Chen appeared to expect the worst, with the former threatening to lock everyone in there if the bird decided to take flight. Akira and Hoshiko, on the other hand, were just as curious as she was. The crow seemed to bristle at Hoshiko’s mockery and raised its wings in order to take off, though its body shuddered and it slumped back against the sweater. Its small form trembled profusely. Asumi frowned, her chest swelling with pity as her eyes settled on its right wing. It was crumpled and laid awry against the soft fabric.

”I don’t think taking him back to Kuro’s is a good idea. I think his wing is broken.” Asumi bundled her sweater even tighter around the crow. Her crude attempt of swaddling it only made it squawk in complaint. She glanced in between Hoshiko and Akira before she gave them a small smile. ”I think some crows have reddish-colored eyes. And I don’t think I’ve seen other birds with a wrapped leg. Maybe it’s just a pet?”

She scratched the back of her head. Well, she had gone outside and grabbed the bird. She had brought the bird inside. Now she knew that the bird was injured, which meant that it would have to go to a veterinarian. Did the vet in Fujihama even take care of birds? Would she even be able to afford a vet visit? Asumi grumbled under her breath as her face screwed up in intense thought. Her gaze flitted towards the window and out at the darkening sky. It was obvious that her already frantic mind was running away with yet even more ideas.

”Hey, uh, I think I’ll bring him home! I can take care of him, and that way I can post pictures online and see if he got away from anyone,” she suggested, reaching for her school bag again. Asumi bunched the sweater underneath her arm and made to get up, a nervous giggle coming from her lips. The crow only stared into dead space with a less than amused expression.

”Anyways, it’s getting dark, so I should get going. Try not to leave so late, m’kay?”

After bidding everyone farewell, Asumi was on her way. She figured she’d have to get home quick if she wanted to get a headstart on tending to the poor bird. The last thing she wanted was for it to peck her the whole way home. Don’t worry, little guy, she thought to herself as she tenderly patted the bundled bird. I’ll take care of you with some TLC!


April 25th, 2025.

Fujihama High

The day passed normally. Too normally. It was almost as if Miss Okamoto had forgotten about what happened yesterday. For a moment, Asumi thought the whole thing had been a bad dream. Though, at the end of it all, she guessed that she was asking for too much. There was no amount of wishing or pleading or rituals she could muster up that could change what occurred the day prior. The very thought dampened her mood. Damn Munehisa– not only had he ruined everything for everyone, but he couldn’t even show up to a study session! And he had to go and drag Nagi along with him, too. Ugh. At least it wasn’t raining… and everything winded down rather peacefully by the time the last bell rang.

Asumi was rather quiet as she followed Munehisa, Nagi, and Masashi towards the entrance of the school. She wondered how that crow was fairing; she had brought it to school with her and hid it in the middle of the bushes outside. It still didn’t appear to have the energy to escape, and even if it did, there was no way it’d turn down the comfy nest she had made for it or the snacks that she left for it to munch on. If she were a bird with a broken wing, she’d feel like she was in heaven. Her stomach let out a little grumble at the thought of all of those snacks. Man, what she wouldn’t do for some Pocky right now…

”So, what were you two doing yesterday? Masashi and I got arrested.” Asumi asked Nagi and Munehisa, pouting. ”We found a dead body and the cops just came and whisked us away like we were criminals! Can you believe that? Us, criminals!”

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That night, after getting back from school, Nagi had promptly cooked herself dinner and divvied up leftover portions for her father tonight and his, hers, and Asumi's lunches tomorrow. It seemed the old man was running late tonight, and Nagi really didn't have the energy to discuss her day, or more accurately, lie about it. So she promptly dragged herself up to her room and laid down in bed.

Surrounded by an ecelectic mix of plushies, Buchimaru merchandise, wrestling memorabilia, and a punching bag, Nagi grabbed her tablet and booted up a certain web page. While she didn't know the dumbass on sight or anything, she knew some weird kid from her school started up some podcast this year and liked to gossip. A lot. Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly much on Okamoto on either that site or the unofficial school board.

"Craaaaap." She groaned, setting her tablet aside as she murmured to herself. "So much for the easy idea. Now I'll have to actually ask the fucker in person. If he's not wasting my time, that is..." Nagi trailed off, deciding to turn in early for the night. As enjoyable as beating the shit out of that giant wasp was, the emotional outburst and the surprising drain of actually using her weird superpowers did tire her out.

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April 25, 2025




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After class, Nagi did her usual routine of starting to walk home with Asumi, Masa, and Mune. Surprisingly, Asumi hadn't made the assumption Nagi had figured she would. Yet. Masa'd probably bring it up in a bit just to give her shit. God damn it, she should have bitten him harder when they were kids. Prick.

But her musings were cut off by Asumi's most recent words.

"Wait, wait, wait," Nagi grabbed Asumi's arm in alarm. "Back the fuck up. You guys got fingered by the cops? Details. Now." Maybe some pussy normal person would think she was overreacting. But as the daughter of a known yakuza oyabun, being taken in by the police was never not going to be cause for alarm for Nagi. Of course, she definitely wasn't trying to dodge making shit up about what she and Mune had been up to. Not at all. Nope.
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"Of course that's what sets you off," Masashi muttered as he turned around and raised a tired eyebrow at Nagi's overreaction. Even if she and Munehisa had gotten up to something illegal yesterday, it's not like Asumi or him would have known anything. Worst case scenario, they couldn't provide the pair with any alibis if the cops did come knocking around again. So yeah, an overreaction on her end. "You'd be a terrible criminal," he chimed in with a sagely nod at Asumi's indignant tone; even with the chance that she'd take it the completely wrong way.

"Like Asumi said, we stumbled across a body. Well, she fell onto it if you want to be exact," Masashi explained with a shrug before he adjusted the carrier holding his gear. "She screamed, I called the cops, Hoshiko decided to poke the body, and Chen showed up after hearing Asumi. One of the foot patrols was close enough to hear the commotion and we got brought in for questioning cause, well we did find the corpse." Grunting as he finished his explanation, Masashi took a moment and a deep breath before he frowned and continued. "Some third year was also around. Think he helped Akira up."

"Guy had his neck slashed. Buried under the trash in one of the alleys down Jukishi Street." The cops were probably already crawling over the scene and looking for any sort of evidence, but he figured it was worth mentioning to Nagi. Even if her extended family probably already knew about it. "Pretty fucked up. Questioning took like two hours, and then we went over to Chen's for free dinner. Did you want to hear about how Asumi adopted a crow as well? Or are we going back to Asumi's question about what you two were up to yesterday?"
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Chen looked absolutely dumbfounded at Asumi as she said she'd take the crow home. If that bird is supposed to belong to Kuro's, wouldn't the best idea be to take it back, and not, you know, kidnap it? Chen's head fell into his hands. He inhaled deeply before letting out a long sigh. You know what? It wasn't his problem. If she wanted to take the bird, go ahead.

But she was right about one thing: it was going to be dark soon, and considering the curfew in place, and the fact that they had all been arrested previously, it would be in their best interests to get home soon. Chen thanked everyone for coming over as they all left. At least the rest of his night would probably be quieter.



The school day went by about as well as it normally did, the day ending with Chen bored out of his mind because a certain teacher can't be bothered to teach class. He wondered if there was some anonymous way to report this kind of thing. Then again his word alone probably didn't mean much. Maybe if he found a way to secretly record the class, or got the whole class to complain about her.

The suddenness of the bell ringing jolted him back to the present. He blinked a few times, reasserting his senses before stepping out of the classroom. What was there to do today? Nothing at school sounded particularly interesting, especially given yesterday's events. Well, it looked like he was off to his usual haunt. Maybe he could convince Wantanabe to tell him the history of the more modern weapons, namely the firearms.

One quick jaunt to Wantanabe's later, Chen was headed up to the stairs to bother the old man himself when something unusual caught his attention. Out of the many figurines lining the wall, Chen was able to instantly recognize one if them. It was none other than Kenshiro himself from Fist of the North Star, one of the few animes that Chen had actually watched. It was an older show, but still had plenty of fans and even had a game come out a few years ago. Unfortunately it was a little too far out of his price range. While he certainly liked the show, he also couldn't quite justify dropping ¥8,000 on a figurine.

Chen slowly scanned the rest of the wall. It had actually been quite some time since he'd taken a good look downstairs. Maybe there was something he'd actually be super interested in buying. Or at the very least, something he could save up for. Hopefully that Kenshiro figure would still be there once he had a bit more money. Or maybe he could convince Wantanabe to give him a discount, given that he was such a... well, no he wasn't exactly a loyal customer, he barely ever bought anything and just kind of stared at the stuff upstairs. Still, it might be worth a try.
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Kenzan had hoped that maybe the following school day would be somewhat normal, and that was mostly the case. The usual attention was paid to their teacher, which was not all that much, and lunch rolled around without much fanfare. He glanced up from his phone with general indifference as Nagi made her presence known at the door and called out for Hakuro. Welp, he's dead. So much for the singular person in 3-A that he actually felt any inclination to speak with. He fought off the urge to roll his eyes at their Class Rep as she tried to assert some kind of dominance and went back to his game as Hakuro left the room.

He was somewhat surprised that he hadn't heard anything else about the whole issue going on with 2-B, but he wasn't invested enough to actually talk to anyone about it. Sure, their teacher was a bitch, but who hadn't had a shitty teacher at some point during school. She was probably just overreacting and trying to make herself out as more powerful than she really was. Not his problem though.

Thankfully it wasn't raining after class today and Kenzan was able to make quick work down and out of the school. He caught sight of some of the second years he'd been hauled to the station with talking animatedly about something. Probably the dead body if he had to guess. He stuck his headphones in and walked past them to make his usual way to the bookstore. He felt his phone buzz and didn't fight the urge to roll his eyes as the usual text from his mother popped up.

When are you getting home? I need you to go to the store and get me some stuff.

By "some stuff" she almost assuredly meant alcohol of some variety. Where she continued to find the money for it he had no idea. He once again reminded her of the fact that he, legally, could not purchase what she wanted. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket before the onslaught of responses showed up as he opened the door to Kudo's. He sent a wave to the man himself who was working the counter today before slipping back amongst the shelves to hole up with his books and computer. Whether or not he actually did any work remained to be seen.
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Akira walked to school with her headphones over her ears. The music helped to drown out those around her, but her thoughts were still on the events of yesterday. Discovering that body, being brought in for questioning by the police, then finding that crow with the weird purple band on its foot at Chen's place. It was all so much to take in for one day. With her trumpet case in hand, she passed by Asumi, Munehisa, Nagi and Masashi as they chatted in the middle of the street, not really caring about their conversation, but she waved to them regardless, with a warm smile on her face.

The school day went by as normal as it could go. Miss Okamoto wasn't angry with everyone, weirdly enough. Almost as if her earlier outburst a few days ago was a one-off occurrence. Band club didn't have a scheduled get together today so, when class finished for the day, Akira took her trumpet case and her afternoon snack of onigiri and watermelon soda to the school roof.

The gardening club had some plants here, taken care of in a small greenhouse of the students' own design. Ferns, some flowers and even a pot of lavender. But that's not why Akira was here. Her spot was a quiet corner of the roof, far from the stairs and away from most of the classrooms beneath her. Once she was situated, she unbuckled the clasps on her case, opened the music app on her phone, picked a song, and began to play.

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This was, to say the least, the most eventful week in the history of Fujihama High; one that Kotone had to collect bits and pieces from around the grapevine to even get an idea of the drama.

First was whatever the hell was going on in 2B. Apparently, from what she heard around the school, was that someone did something that had Miss Okamoto threaten to expel the entire class over it. Kotone had heard a variety of things, such as a lewd drawing of Miss Okamoto, choice words threatening her, the entire class bullying her... They were all theories, but Kotone couldn't pin point exactly what could have possibly justified threatening expulsion of an entire class. Perhaps it was just an empty threat to get the culprit to fess up? It had to be. How the hell could a teacher do that without facing any sort of legal repercussions?

Apparently it didn't matter now, because boob bimbo was going around like nothing ever happened... Did she just forget or something? What the hell happened? Was there anyone out there that could give even a tiny idea about what changed?

Next was the article she read online regarding the Fujihama students that found a fucking dead body. The article didn't disclose any names or identities (for legal purposes of course), but those particular students had been taken in for questioning. Unless they were directly involved or there was evidence that they had something to do with it, they should have been released by now. Kotone had plenty of questions regarding the dead body, such as who they were and how did they die, but like hell she'd get any answers. She wouldn't dare traumatize her fellow schoolmates either by asking her questions, so she'd just have to wait on further news regarding the case.

Not to forget the suicide of the Prime Minister, which had a lot of speculations and theories regarding the guy's mental health or any motive he could have had for choosing to televise his suicide. What sort of message was he trying to convey to his people doing that? He was beloved and respected... It didn't make sense for the image of a respectful and dutiful man to just off himself in front of everyone who trusted him...

It might be selfish, but Kotone hoped someone out there would post updates and maybe some more insider information; this shit was so interesting.

But now that the school had mostly returned to normal, Kotone decided to head up to the roof to eat her lunch and do some writing. A great view mixed with a nice smell from the gardening club's greenhouse made it a good place to relax and maybe think of some new songs. Though upon arrival, she heard the all too familiar noise of a trumpet. The playing itself wasn't bad at all, it was the loudness of the instrument made it easy for her to see where it was coming from. Though the song itself was much too slow for Kotone's taste, she could appreciate a fine piece of music when she heard it.

The trumpeter was the pink-haired girl that Kotone would usually see in the band room when she wanted to borrow their guitar. She'd seen her around but never really engaged in a full conversation with her. Kotone thought their difference in music tastes would make things a little awkward, but she supposed she could give some small talk a shot.

Especially when she'd most likely be seeing more of that girl in the future.

Kotone approached her, waiting patiently for the song to finish before asking her question.

"Nice song. Who was that?" She asked her.
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April 25th, 2025. For real, this time...


The events of last night had been entertaining, and before he had to turn in for the night, Hakuro had purchased some quick half-priced bento that his watchers and listeners wanted him to fight some people over, all because of that one anime. What they didn't understand was that life did not work that way. In order to even fake a choreographed fight in a public place, you have to have alot of permissions and consents, along with waivers to cover the damages or possible injuries. And if you just spontaneously tried to make a real food-based Fight Club things, the police would be all over you in seconds, even in this small town. It wouldn't work, and he told his fans to stop trying to make it work.

So, the next day at lunch time, he was reviewing the online submission as he ate from his bento box, not initially noticing Nagi as she came in, but then becoming aware of her once she called him out by name. He didn't know what it was she wanted - He hadn't actually done anything to her - but there was always that tone that suggested you were in trouble. It was a natural enough reaction, and she was also prepared to throw down if he didn't make himself known. That was what bade Hakuro to stand up and follow her to discuss...well...nobody in Class 3-A would know. Anyone, like Kenzan, who'd placed bets on him getting beaten up would find him unblemmished. You, the viewing audience, know what really went down, but anybody asking - and a couple of his classmates, including the Class Rep, DID - would receive the same answer, that "She was consulting me about a rumor she'd heard, and asked about this weird drawing of me she'd seen online.". Honestly, the picture thing caught him by surprise, and what even more surprised him was that Nagi seemed disappointed that it wasn't a real thing. Honestly, did she want him to be some kind of street-talking, full-of-themselves kind of person? Apart from not being his style, he'd sound just like every single influencer out there on the internet trying to sound tough and cool, when it's all just an act, and even if you don't enjoy the Hatto-Show, at least he was FUNNY.

Anyway, that whole business was neither here nor there, and the main issue - the one that kept Hakuro in that club room until the end of lunch - was what he and Nagi had been talking about. It was clear as soon as she'd asked that Nagi had been planning to move against her teacher, assuming she hadn't already. Okamoto hadn't been met with any sort of violence or been threatened, as far as Hakuro was aware, but everything pointed toward some unspecified action to take place, and that she didn't want him to worry about it...which was street code for 'I don't want you sticking your nose in that part.'. However, she DID want to hear more information, if he came across any, and to that he had an angle ready and waiting. Words were not said in direct confirmation, but Hakuro definitely got the impression that Nagi was saying Okamoto was in deep with something.

She has a number of success stories, of Third-Years and Graduates singing her praises. I wonder... Is there a common thread among the failures? Flunked out, perhaps, but I'd better make sure that they're not DEAD or something.

After school, he was going Hatto again, as per usual. This time, however, he was hitting the library to just cross-reference some names. Thanks to Rina, he'd gotten a list of some of the names of Miss Okamoto's successes. A bit of computer work and looking at school records for a 'comparative look at the greatest test scores throughout the year' would reveal who it was essentially suffered at her hands...and then he would try to find out what happened to them, what she did to them...
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After the song was over,  Akira held her trumpet under one arm while she scrolled through her phone, trying to find her other song on the practice docket for today. Up until she was interrupted by a voice asking her about the song she'd just played. She pulled the headphones off her head and turned around to find Sonoda, one of the first years who was pretty well known for always borrowing the band club's only electric guitar to play on it whenever they weren't on practice. Which was surprising for Akira, considering today wasn't a practice day.

"Oh! Um, it's Louis Armstrong. La Vie En Rose."

She giggled a little as she cleaned the mouthpiece of her trumpet with the sleeve of her hoodie, before she sat down with her back against the ledge of the school's roof. Akira patted beside her, offering Sonoda a seat so they could chit chat. Her trumpet went on top of her case and was replaced by her lunch box, the hearty smell of deep fried shrimp tempura and rice filling the air as soon as she popped the lid off.

"I know you, you're the junior who loves playing the electric guitar. It's always missing when I'm in the band club room. I'm Akira, nice to meet you!"
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