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Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Marching forth without their boss? This can only go well huhuhu.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Will endeavour to post early tomorrow so I can start cracking through the collabs after. Needless to say, Matthias alone is the Big Fucking C.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Oh Est, just wanted to check real quick too though.

With 4 Comfortable Districts and 1 Poor District (Matthias upgraded Pauper Town last round), wouldn't it be 4.5 Wealth generated at the start of this round?

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Oh wow, the Order has 43 Personnel???

Geez, really need that thing that converts humans into money.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

And thar. Finally compiled muh treasure list.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

//Central Village
_{@Xaltwind@BunniesOfDoom@LupusIntus}
MacKinnon, too, was inspecting the four-pointed star statue. She felt for the medallion in her pocket, pulled it out, and took a good long look before deciding, yup, it was related.

Some kinda religious thing then? She didn’t really pray herself, and she didn’t particularly understand why people would pray to begin with, but there was probably something there, wasn’t it? Welp, back to it.

Dragging the empty barrel over to the well, MacKinnon finally dropped off her rucksack beside her, pulling the sweat-stained fabric around her shoulder off and letting out a small sigh of relief as a cool breeze trickled through. She pulled the cords open, then methodically removed her finds for the day:

Clay Pot
Clay Jug (Blue)
Painted Vase
Grimy Carpet x2
Blacksmith Tools
Silverware x3
Wooden Bowl (Painted)
Burlap Sack

Plenty to clean, plenty more to use! While the well itself didn’t look like it had been improved in any of the ways that anyone else said it would, working with broken things was basically just want MacKinnon did on a regular basis either way. Hand over hand, she reeled up the leaky bucket and upended its contents into the barrel as she forcefully injected her way into the conversation the others were having.

“Not abandoned,” MacKinnon called out. “There’d be a lot more trash here if it was; feels like everyone took their time packin’ everything up 'fore leaving. Oh, and I didn’t come across any graves either, so it’s probably not a sickness that did it. Maybe whatever they were here for just ran out, and they had no reason to stay?”

That was a possibility. There were no proper roads that she saw leading here, and MacKinnon had seen her fair share of mining towns that turned into ghost towns over the years. But there was a forest; couldn’t they have gone into lumberjacking? Or fishing? Or just regular farming? Why were people here anyways? Why did everyone other than herself decide to come here? Surely, not all of them were treasure hunters, right?

“Anyways, didja let the others know about the whole ‘buildings with burnable furniture bits yet’? Not seeing lotsa em here. And Wilma, c’mon over! I’ll show you how to clean things up!”

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

@Herald

So you're aware, Matthias would be letting ya boi know which of Vincent's boytoys have shown up at Riverbend. Which is to say crazy-eyes man and black-hole man is currently there.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Damn Yankee. Adel was going through it lmao.

Would've been a generational difference though, if Adel let Matthias know that he'd be meeting Vincent soon kekekek.

My Hero Academia: Just Another Hero, Act 2

So, it was a fight after all.

So, “Ughhhhhhhhhh.” was Kagari’s only response to Izanagi’s attempt at being helpful.

And of course, that elongated ‘ugh’ was repeated a second time when their never-present teacher picked up where bird-brain left off and made it clear that not only was he the strongest of the Furious Five, but that they were expecting her to fight him. Granted, with two Todorokis (how many did that make?), 1B’s sound-clown, and self-proclaimed ‘tech-expert’…but what was the point of numbers? The era of All Might made it clear that quantity never overcame quality, especially with such a crippling condition as ‘not being allowed to have support items, which basically existed to level the playing field between the haves and the have-nots.

After all, administration understood that enough to still give that Quirkless fellow his support items, understanding that he’d be able to contribute less than nothing without his gadgets, so why not just let everyone else have them too?

Whatever.

She’d make a median amount of effort, so they didn’t slash her engineering budget again.

---

When it came to the PE uniform, of course, Kagari, like any sane, young woman, chose to wear her regular workout clothes (t-shirt, baggy shorts) over them. Sure, she didn’t have any figure at all to speak of, especially if compared to some of her classmates, but it was the principle that mattered: they were Heroes, not exhibitionists, and she would not be caught dead wearing a skintight bodysuit.
Which put her in the minority here?

Kagari side-eyed the others in the class as she placed her hat over her head, fingers sliding across the rim. Man, it made her feel more awkward now, sticking out with her extra clothes, with her mood-setting hat. She should’ve skipped today, consequences be damned. If Kaiga could tank it, she could too! Hell, this was a college. She didn’t need a justification for slipping out of class!

“Your Majesty.”

Huh?

The Militaristic Hero looked down at her feet, where Spiderman laid, head placed against the ground. For a moment, all that existed in her mind was a singular desire to step on that head, like how one would crush a spider underfoot.

Then, he promptly got up, left to bug someone else, and before Kagari could resume her plan of slipping out partway through, Yui roped her into the five-stranger team, and the purple-haired woman let out her third drawn-out ‘ugh’ of the day.

---

“I don’t know him I don’t know him I don’t know him I don’t know him…” Kagari muttered a mantra for warding off chuuni weirdoes as she placed her hat over her face, willfully ignoring Ritsuku’s calls. Of all her former classmates in 1-A, he was the one she was the worst at handling. Mei was annoyingly serious, and Erza annoyingly active, but Ritsuku? That guy was the kind of person that somehow everyone grouped Kagari with, thinking that they were both chuuni morons stuck in their delusions…but that couldn’t be further from the truth!

Ritsuku fantasized, but Kagari built! While he daydreamed and rotted his brain with subpar literature, she worked day and night at the workshop, dragging her dream of a fully functional mecha out into the physical world! When it came down to it, she would be the one sitting in the iron throne of a glorious warrior, towering above towers, and he? He would be stuck in his daydreams still, snoring in the library with a cheaply-produced book over his face.

Which was to say, Kagari almost cheered when the third match came about, and the results basically went the way she expected them to. Of course Mei would lose; she was honest to a fault and embodied the worst habits of a hero. Erza did better than expected, considering the advantages a teleporter had in any chase scenario. And Ritsuku, thank god, folded before making himself out to be even more of an embarrassment than usual. But cheering for Ritsuku’s loss may be construed as cheering for Spiderman’s win, so she kept her mouth shut and instead turned to Naito.

“So, for what’s coming ahead…how about you just carry all our support items with you, and then hand them out once it starts? Like, their reason for banning support items or even Hero outfits is actually just bullshit otherwise, right? Like, it’s obvious some fatheaded pervert of a donor requested this. Hell, look at these situations! None of these are situations where we’d be completely naked except with a skinsuit on!”

Hell on Earth: Supernatural & Demonic Detectives

It was a day like any other day.

Which meant that after a year or so, Lorelei’s head no longer spun from the sheer oddity of the cases that Section 7 managed. The reports made it seem like an almost ‘proper’ mystery, compared to previous conundrums: the mysterious disappearance of the thirty-odd Saniwa Crime Family, as well as the Section 1 Officers. It occurred within the amount of time that the Section 6 auditor took to step outside for a coffee, and it occurred without any sound or sign of resistance and battle. Just human and demon heads, turned into bloody, dripping ‘flowers’.

That, and an inordinate amount of blood staining basically everything else.

Well, couldn’t have happened to any people more deserving. ‘cept for the officers.

Stepping into the estate a bit later than the others, owing to the trays of coffee she was juggling, Lorelei kept quiet as she let the others air out their thoughts, handing them the paper cups as she strolled around the area. Hot chocolate and coffee in an 80:20 ratio for Marty to gradually get him used to the taste. Chocolate milk in the original carton for Kittyan. An iced latte with strawberry whipped cream and sprinkles for Barbatos. Coffee with some white powder sprinkled in for Yam (probably just sugar, but only the one drinking would know). The usual for Chief and Al. There was another box of a dozen donuts in her car’s backseat, but it didn’t seem like the right time to bust out celebratory desserts just yet, especially when…

“Oh my gosh,” Lorelei’s brows lifted up. “Is that you, Dezzie? It’s me, Lorelei. We worked together on the Murcielago corruption scandal two years ago!” The bubbly excitement of seeing an former co-worker fizzled out to tones of a softer concern. Imagine, the rare instance where one leaves a Section 6 office, only to experience something so bizarre as this. Especially when you end up being the only survivor.

“Are you feeling alright?” She flipped through the file cabinets in her mind, but the query for ‘donuts Dezzie preferred’ laid empty, so Lorelei left it vague. “I’ve got some donuts in my car, if you want something to munch on.”

The woman looked almost ready to move, but then returned to the task at hand, pulling out a manila folder from the inside of her coat and handing over to Armand.

“And Chief, here’s the information you requested. Saniwa activities over in the Floating District have generally been marked with poor treatment of the ladies and gentlemen working there, as Officer Barbatos has reported. There were recent rumors of a vengeful ghost spiriting away abusers that came up in that area too, but these stories become popular whenever there are those like the Saniwa out there.” She flicked her thumb against the colored post-it notes she used to separate the sets of documents from each other. “There was a similar case seven years ago, where the Twisty Tuples were ‘spirited’ away as well, if you wanted to compare the incidents there. In my perspective though…”

Lorelei turned her gaze towards their resident gang-specialist.

“Officer Blackhand.” Gosh, she did love saying that nickname. Marty ought to take notes. “Have you heard anything recent about the Kurodoji Family? They were overthrown by the Saniwa, I want to say…four years ago and wiped out as far as the BPS was concerned. But there were a survivor…”