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Hell on Earth - Detectives in a Supernatural and Demonic City

When the gates of hell opened, humanity cowered and feared at what was to come. Infernal beasts. Abyssal dreadmaws. People expected the devil to come with trident in hand, ready to unleash the apocalypse. It was quite a surprise when he showed up with board shorts, a beach towel, and a sunhat.

Turns out, demons were pretty alright. The stories of hellfire and eternal damnation were blown out of proportion. It was more of a frigid bureaucracy, if anything. They were just like us, except for the horns and magic. They just wanted a nice spot for vacations.

To deal with the international political issues that would arise from a friendly demon invasion, an independent island city was built in the middle of the Caribbean sea. The city of New Helle is the one city on Earth where demons can freely visit and live. As such, it's a city filled with casinos, beaches, resorts, and general vice.

Of course, not all demons were interested in fun little excursions to the mortal realm. There wasn't just criminals interested in slinging hash or extorting money. Now there's demons ready to blast skulls with brimstone and hellfire.

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OP - 「NIGHTLESS CITY」

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Hey, welcome to the RP I've been cooking on and off for 4 or so years.

A good ol' semi-supernatural cop comedy-mystery-drama with a tourist take on gell that takes place on an artificial Vegas that's as corrupt and money-grubbing as it is entertaining. It turns out, Hell is real. But rather than eternal damnation of holding the souls of the dead, it was really just another world that was cold as hell. Demons were just like us, turns out. They worked day jobs just as boring as ours.

As the appearance of demons would upend the world a little too much, the world's governments decided on a self-governing exclusion zone around the portal to hell. With demons interested in the warm Caribbean sea came the construction of a magical artificial island city. With the fair weather came tourism. With tourism came money. And with money came the struggle of criminals, businessmen, and criminal businessmen.

Inspirations are things like Black Joke, the Yakuza franchise, Project Moon, a bunch of series, with a sprinkle of old procedurals.

Players will take the role of Section 7 investigators: detectives of questionable origin who operate outside of the regular chain of command to solve the crimes that the rest of the police force is too corrupt or afraid to deal with. There can be some concessions made for the narrative if one doesn't want to immediately be a Section 7 investigator, but bring that up with me so we don't too-many cooks the same trope.

In terms of narrative, I'd probably describe my plans as a linear sandbox. At least for the first few arcs, the story will follow a narrative about corruption, power struggles, violence, and greed. While the plot will follow a few points I have planned, your ideas and way you want to handle things will shape the journey.

I'll probably give the same spiel as I always do. Weekly or bi-weekly posts (depending on how things go). Play nice. Communication is key. The basics, you know.

Use this link for the work in progress(?) lore. Some things might change or be added, but for the most part, it should be 99% accurate

There's also a character sheet in there. It's probably final and has some guidelines, but some things might change. Probably not though, since this isn't an RP with defined mechanics.

SPIRITUM

Justice

Of course--Morden's hunch had to be correct. Things just had to immediately be fucked up. Just the luck of the Barghests.

Justice was the first to notice. The sudden vanishing of mist was too different to not notice. The wind on her skin as if it were blown by a storm. She knew what this was about. Justice didn't become 2nd class because she was good at being a shield and radar dish.

The door creaked open.

Justice had already began to run down one of the guards in the corner. She closed the distance in a flicker, the spook barely being able to lift his handgun up. The bullet fired. The bullet grazed her hair as she drove even closer with hand parrying the pistol upwards. In one fluid motion, she knocked her fist directly into the guard's throat, sending him reeling.

Clink. The flashbang hit the ground.

She didn't stop running. No, she ran the guard down. With agility, she used his knee as a step as she ascended the spook. Once reaching the summit, she kicked behind her using the wall as leverage. The guard was sent stumbling towards the center of the room.

Then he tripped.

He landed on top of the flashbang.

"Anything!" She yelled to the Barghests. They would know what she meant.

Magic in the Park

i am alive

garbage zone

When the gates of hell opened, humanity cowered and feared at what was to come. Infernal beasts. Abyssal dreadmaws. People expected the devil to come with trident in hand, ready to unleash the apocalypse. It was quite a surprise when he showed up with board shorts, a beach towel, and a sunhat.

Turns out, demons were pretty alright. The stories of hellfire and eternal damnation were blown out of proportion. It was more of a frigid bureaucracy, if anything. They were just like us, except for the horns and magic. They just wanted a nice spot for vacations.

To deal with the international political issues that would arise from a friendly demon invasion, an independent island city was built in the middle of the Caribbean sea. The city of New Helle is the one city on Earth where demons can freely visit and live. As such, it's a city filled with casinos, beaches, resorts, and general vice.

Of course, not all demons were interested in fun little excursions to the mortal realm. There wasn't just criminals interested in slinging hash or extorting money. Now there's demons ready to blast skulls with brimstone and hellfire.

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OP - 「NIGHTLESS CITY」

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The Bureau of Public Safety

"Some level of concessions are needed to ensure public safety."

BPS Chief Officer André Oliveira

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Formed to give the independent New Helle some level of policing, the Bureau of Public Safety is the de facto legal system on the island. With the interests of both small and large crime in mind, the Bureau is split into seven sections. Section 1 deals with everyday occurrences. More or less, they're beat cops. They handle the basic things. Staffing police boxes, cordoning off crime scenes, ticketing speeders, enforcing what little legal claims there are in the city. They don't have much power in the city, but they're the first line against anarchy. Well, janitors are the first line of defence. Section 2, aptly nicknamed emergency services, deals with medical emergencies and fire. When something bad happens, emergency services appears to make sure people live. They're more fire-fighting paramedics than police. They have a fairly good reputation for a section because of this. After all, they're the ones that don't ask questions after you get stabbed. Section 3 is the Bureau's emergency response division. Their job is to deal with active situations that require more force than what Section 1 provides. They're analogous to SWAT. Section 4, general investigations, form the backbone of the BPS' investigations. They aim to solve general crimes. Crimes of passion, crimes of opportunity. They're separated into more units based on the type of crime for operational efficiency, but they're all still considered section 4. Section 5 deals with organized crime. They handle the various gangs that crop up. They're more interested in investigations and arrests, so don't expect anyone from Section 5 to be involved in grunt work. They are the most controversial section due to several corruption scandals. Section 6 handles all cybercrime, large financial theft, fraud, labour violations, and other white collar crimes. They don't usually leave the office. When they do, they're usually investigating wiretaps, cameras in bathrooms, and stolen trade secrets. Section 7 deals with special investigations. While the previous 6 sections are all under the same leadership structure and have some level of working alongside each other, Section 7 works outside the chain of command. They handle the things the other sections can't or won't. They deal with the most dangerous people in the city, perform impossible investigations, and handle all internal affairs. This blend of responsibilities has lead to them being rather disliked by every party in the city. Rather unique to their section, they don't exactly have a sanctified recruitment process. If the section chief wants you in? You're in. It doesn't matter if you're already with BPS or you were part of a crime syndicate. They don't have a book to follow. If it keeps the city safe? Might as well do it. While they technically have an office like the rest of the department, constant vandalism and passive-aggression has led them to perform their clerical duties in a bar/restaurant mix. Located on the edge of Little Phlegethon, the Easy Runner makes its home in a disconnected subway terminal. The food's awful and it leaks when it rains, but you can drink on the job. Plus, it's a fortress. You'd need a bunker buster to tear out Section 7.

Syndicates

"You're in our town now!"

Henchman 7

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The streets of New Helle are filled with various criminal organizations. Ranging from street thugs to unscrupulous businessmen, there's no shortage in people who wish to engage in illicit activities. Often times, individual criminal organizations form an alliance. These alliances, officially called syndicates, are able to control large swathes of the city. Key syndicates include (but are not limited to) the following groups. Concerned Citizens are a loose coalition of the dozens of small gangs around New Helle. As such, they have involvement in most operations that run low to the ground. While most of them have some level of honour, they're also responsible for most of the smaller crimes. Theft, construction, and protection fees are their bread and butter. They're the largest organization by numbers, but their size ends up with constant infighting. The Family is a cabal of "business-owners" known for their casinos, red-light parlours, money lending, and involvement in the entertainment industry. They tend to be the most open about their activities. To someone of the Family, cash is king. With the money they pull in, they can grease the wheel of any politician or cop and make all of those people who disappear during their yacht clubs a footnote in the newspapers. Gehenna are an orderly organization that values face and honor above all else. While smuggling is fairly agnostic, they specialize in procuring arms, drugs, and other black market items that would otherwise be impossible to get within New Helle. They have their fingers in operations across the city. The Children of Helle are halfway to a cult. Believing in a new age, the Children of Helle deal in magic and the supernatural. Most of their activities relate to the illegal trade of artifacts, enlisting greater demons to share in magic, and other such activities. They also believe that the equalizing curses inflicted upon demons is a cardinal sin.

The City

"White beaches, bright casinos, and cuisine that spans worlds. What more could you want in a city?"

Mayor Jerry Slader

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Created nearly 60 years ago, New Helle is a city of vice and sin. The city is primarily comprised of mixed districts filled with casinos, high-rises, and other entertainment. The shores of the island are either sandy beaches filled with sunbathers or rocky shore docks. The noise of near-criminal construction groups building skyscrapers fills the day. Meanwhile, nights are filled with the sound of festivities and drunkards. Magic and the supernatural protects much of the city. Warding talismans are a common sight alongside posters for weekly raves. The majority of buildings within the city have talismans covering steel beams. The city is about three times the size of Tokyo in both population and size. A highway network connects the city as does an underground metro. The clearest delineation of borders within New Helle is who controls what. Crime syndicates, unscrupulous businessmen, corporations, and the BPS have all staked some sort of claim over the city. Some areas enjoy an uneasy peace between two factions unable to make the first move. Some areas never allowed crime to get a foothold. While New Helle has an elected mayor and public officials, their power is generally limited to legal claims over land, consumption taxes, and creating public works ready to be sold to a private entity. Money, especially under the table, is what drives the city. New Helle has two prisons. The first is the Jailer Detention and Holding Facilty. The facility is designed to hold any person awaiting trial. It's not pleasant, but it's not nice. It's located nearby the portal to hell (and thus customs). The facility is primarily meant as a temporary holding location for those accused of crime before the council (a group of elder demons and humans who allow entrance and residence within New Helle) decides their fate. Humans are usually shipped away from New Helle to a normal prison of their nationality, while demons are sent back to a real prison in hell. The second is The Pit. The Pit is designed for the indefinite detention of demons and humans that, for one reason or another, are unable to be sent to a regular prison. It's miserable, maximum security, and buried deep under ground. There are so many curses that it's suffocating. Any escape attempt will be met by hundreds of gallons of water or tonnes of magic bedrock. Though, it's at least fair on some level. The council will prefer to indefinitely keep pleasant criminals who are unable to be shipped away from New Helle in the Jailer Facility.

Demons

"Really, our names are the biggest difference. I'm an actuary back in hell."

Vrima the Seventh Knife

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Demons aren't a uniform group. Personality wise, demons are generally like humans--both with beauty and lumps. Their appearances vary considerably. Some demons appear as humans with a small difference. Their skin may be purple, they may have horns, or they could have different coloured sclera. Other demons may look like anthropomorphic animals; wolves, goats, and other beasts are quite common. Rarer than humanoid demons, some demons may appear closer to house pets or fantastical beasts. Demons also differ in power to humans. A demon could have innate strengths. For instance, a wolf demon could have a better sense of smell. Another demon may have stronger muscle fibres. When a demon is too powerful, curses become a requirement as part of their stay in New Helle. There is a large variety in curses. Typically, unnecessary magic or talents are sealed away or weakened. Demons may be afflicted by a shrinking curse if they do not comply with doorways and apartments (though this is more for their benefit than the stability of society). They may also be afflicted with weakening curses if they would accidentally damage the world around them. The process for both applying and removing curses is complex. The act of doing so is performed by descendants of Hexen. As part of the treaty between the two worlds, the act of applying and removing curses is heavily monitored. Typically, curses are only applied on and removed from demons on the hell side of the gates. The only exception to this is a single descendant who ensures that demon babies are properly "blessed." Toddler rampages are a pain to deal with, after all. However, there are various means that criminals use to lessen the effect of these curses. Differences in demonic languages and regions have given their homeland many names. Hell, Helle, Asphodel, Niraya, and more are all acceptable to most demons. Contrary to popular belief, hell is ice-cold. The majority of hell is cold and mountainous. While volcanic hotspots exist, they are extremely rare. A permanent haze surrounds them and is highly resistant to any magical attempts to create clear skies.

Magic and the Supernatural

"Have you got a license for that spell?"

Section 1 Officer

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With the gates of hell opening, the world was imbued with magic and the supernatural. While demons have a natural aptitude and affinity for magic, humans tend to have an aptitude for the supernatural. Magic is a demon's ability to bend the laws of the world. The basis of how they do so depends on the demon. Some demons use a torrent of emotions to summon flames. Others use a system of esoteric logic to create constructs. Magic is a diverse and nebulous concept that typically refers to the abilities of demons that can not be rationalized by science. However, it is possible for humans to wield magic. So long as a contract with a powerful demon is made and subsequently painted onto the body of a human, a human can wield magic. Though, they still need understanding of whatever logic is involved with the magic of their patron. The usage of magic is heavily licensed. For a typical demon, if their magic would cause undue harm for no benefit, they would be heavily restricted by curses. Humans also need a license if they wish to enter a contract with a demon. The supernatural, however, is an advantage afforded to humanity. The supernatural is comprised of imbued artifacts and talismans. Unlike magic, the supernatural is specific in nature. While a flame demon could produce and manipulate flames to whatever they desire, a flaming sword artifact would produce the exact slash of flame every time it is used. Typically, artifacts are objects that have history associated with them. Their power reflects their history. Talismans are more disposable and a varied art. Talismans can be used to produce barriers, apply restraints, summon supernatural entities, or otherwise interfere with the physical world. Magic tends to be highly individualistic, while the supernatural tends to be based on a common understanding.

Q&A

This section is for miscellaneous information that people (mostly) ask or I get the idea for. It gives some lore insights without writing as seriously.

What language do people speak?

Their native tongue. New Helle is surrounded by a magic which allows people to understand all other languages. Thematically, think Tekken where people just somehow understand each other.

What level is the technology?

Think some mix of late-1980s bubble Japan, magitech infrastructure, and modern day with just a tiny drop of futuristic. The supernatural and magic tends to interfere with complex technology, so more analogue technologies are usually preferred for larger infrastructure.

What are the inspirations?

Black Joke is one of the big ones. Besides that, the Yakuza franchise, some non-specific detective shows/manga, and a bunch of other stuff that was on my mind. Expect some level of serious, some level of goofy, and some level of tonal whiplash because life is a dramedy. I will Columbo your asses at some point. Oh, and Project Moon stuff--but everything I do is inspired by that these days.

Can I make X as a character? Can I do X? Can I add X to the world?

Probably. The only guidelines I have is that hell is a mirror of our world and is rather "realistic" all things considered. IE, any gigademon is pretty nerfed on Earth. Just shoot your ideas. I'll reel back anything a bit too far. Plus, your character should be a Section 7 detective. Whether brand new or a veteran matters not. There's a maybe for a character that's a tag-along that gets recruited after the first arc, but that's a big maybe. I have to write it in and plan around that kind of thing, and it feels too crowded if there's multiple.

The demons described all seem pretty animal-like. What about other types?

Animal and coloured skin are the most common. But don't feel limited to those--I just don't want the world to aesthetically look like a nightmare reality. Think of designs as closer to Punch Punch Forever for most mooks or Vivziepop (if you're into that sort of thing). Weird ass abominations are generally nerfed by curses to look less frightening. Think Darkstalkers character designs, where a massive flesh golem would be turned into Victor von Gerdenheim or a giant beast being turned into Sasquatch. Ultimately, remember that these are demons trying to exist in human society--not the other way around.

What about demon society?

Very like ours, but with more magic. Most of the typical depictions of hell are mythos for demons too. IE, think of the punishment of the damned being closer to some Paul Bunyan or mythological fables than something in history books. The only difference is that they have walking WMDs of living beings known as the ancients. Imagine ancients as you actually seeing Paul Bunyan in real life and when you ask him if anything about his stories were true, he just winks and says "who knows". Surprisingly, there's less conflict in hell, if only for the most powerful entities have decreed it that way.

What about half-demons?

They exist, are usually rare, and are limited to either New Helle or Hell proper. No Jure Sanguinis for people who can launch fireballs, unfortunately. They almost always inherit more from their demon parent than their human parent, but I won't say always.

What about the souls of the dead?

They stay where/around where they die. Before the portal, they usually went poof or were undetectable. After the portal, they started to create the supernatural.

How railroaded/open will the story be?

I have a few arcs outlined. I'll probably force the necessary plot points, but much of it is written to be very flexible.

Artifacts...

Go nuts, buddy. I have the expectation that there is some basis to them and reasonable narrative around possessing them. IE, you either base it off a real life supernatural concept, real relic, or have an in universe explanation of it. Don't just have an artifact that does something--give it history, flavour, that big badaboom. Also don't give yourself WMDs. Remember, at the end of the day, you're a super-cop, not a super soldier.

The general rule is that artifacts should be unique and storied. Alternatively, you can just go the disposable route and use items that utilize a common belief in their supernatural power. Things like holy water, talismans, nazars--objects created that share a concept.

What about locations/locales?
Make it up. I'm playing fast and loose. The city is massive. There's dozens of districts and enclaves. At some point, I might make a map (at least a relational one), but not yet. The main guidelines are: the base of Section 7 is Little Phlegethon in an abandoned subway tunnel. Casinos are usually in close proximity to each other in the Strip. The portal to hell, the airport, and the Jailer detention facility are all in very close proximity.

What about the rest of the world?

No demons allowed, except for diplomatic envoys and other globally important things. The supernatural either gets locked away or shipped off to New Helle. They are very much aware of New Helle and demons as entertainment (Hellywood? I'm workshopping it) is a massive export of the city.

If there's one main entrance/egress, how does smuggling work?

Bribes, hiding things very well, the works. Anywhere that doesn't have a beach shoreline has a permanent hazy smog that's a mixture of magic and pollution. There's a few marinas, so some people are willing to brave smog (rough waters inside, for some reason) and sneak in that way.

Discord?

Probably, unless a large portion of players have an aversion to it. Because this is a cop drama/adventure/comedy, there's going to some amount of hidden information since being a detective without sufficient information sucks (the old "I couldn't make this conclusion with the information, but the character would have noticed" conundrum). Discord expedites this a considerable amount.

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OP - 「BLOODY MARY」

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Character sheet:

[img]image here--try to make it anime or at least similar to others if you use one[/img]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Normal human limits, for the most part. Demons vary--the slower the metabolism, the longer the lifespan. Don't go ancient, though. Call it a 250 year max, not counting hibernation. No being part of the old days of Hell)
[b]Description:[/b] (Consider this a combination of appearance, personality, and history)
[b]Ability:[/b] (What your character is good at, more or less. Magic, whether contracted or innate, goes here too)
[b]Artifacts:[/b] (Put what artifacts--be they talismans or blades--your character possesses and uses. Fundamentally, they should just be a written description of what its called, what it does, what it looks like, and its associated history if applicable)
[b]Connections:[/b] (What does your character think about others and vice versa? Also list any recurring NPCs here)
[b]Misc:[/b] (Put anything that doesn't fit in other sections here. Fun facts, home locations, important things I need to know that don't fit in other locations, etc.)

Magic in the Park

ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｒａｇｅ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｍａｇｅ

Macaron followed as the razor-like strings returned to her skin. It was probably a bad idea to follow strangers, but she did so anyways.

With each word from the werewolf woman, Macaron's face became more and more distorted. It was anger that had quickly boiled over. She was only moments away from interrupting and screaming at the werewolf. Then, the object of her ire had ran off. Before Macaron could begin cussing at her, gunshots echoed throughout the empty streets.

"What's much is the fact that you won't just fucking say what happened." Macaron yelled at the woman as she ran off. Of course, Macaron chased after the werewolf woman--whether it was to rabbit punch her or deal with whatever conflict was ahead, she hadn't decided yet.

It didn't take much to figure out what was going on on the other side. A bunch of mages wielding guns. A beast raising its haunches. Macaron's form was already distorting with magic. Her fingers became distended, nails becoming sharp claws. Her mouth and jaw warped, twisting to a more lupine form with dagger-like teeth exposed from her snarls. Her muscles bulged and swelled, her coat doing what it could to not rip and tear more than it already had.

The young, brown-haired mage advised them all to listen. Macaron was beyond that. No, at this time, the only language she spoke was violence. As the spikes from the blonde mage erupted, Macaron had bounded across the street in a feral leap at the beast. Her ceaseless rage--one built over the smallest inconvenience--would only stop when enough violence had been extolled.

SPIRITUM

Justice

For once, everything came up Justice. In spite of her comrades' best efforts, there was no critical failure that would have given her a conniption. She put her papers back in her pocket and waved to the guards outside the city.

To the Dunbarton Bier Fest it was. Rather than the screams of disaster and chaos, it was the screams of revelry and men being tossed through doorways for getting handsy. It was a vile place. One that assaulted the senses and sickened every part of her. But she'd live. It was better than going from fight to fight just trying to get from point A to point B, at least.

All that they needed was to hand off the princess. Just that. Then they could go back to their regularly scheduled itinerary of whatever city it was.

"I think I need a drink." She said to nobody in particular with an exhale. "But after we get the princess to whoever. We'd probably lose her if we started to celebrate early."

Magic in the Park

ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｗｅｌｔｅｒｉｎｇ　ｇｒｕｄｇｅ　ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ　ｉｎｓｉｄｅ

The can of soda did its job. While she would have enjoyed the woman in front of her being pelted by a can, the sticky alternative of hours-long discomfort was good enough for Macaron.

"Yea. We're even. Even Stevens." She said with a shrug. Though, in her mind, they were very much not Even Stevens. But Macaron could wait to get even. She had a whole lifetime ahead of her to settle her newfound grudge--probably.

Surprisingly, the comment of Macaron shirking her lineage didn't bother her. Most of it was her not giving a shit about her lineage. To her, her blood was what it was. A nuisance she was born with and learned to live with. And it wasn't like she was awful at magecraft--that good little girl made sure to carve her body with some semblance of mastery of her family's craft even if unstable. One that wouldn't decay, no matter how much she languished and wasted away.

"I wonder." She said as she brought her hands together. A faint hint of magecraft--transformative in nature--warmed the pale air of the Dark City as Macaron moved her hands apart. Threads of skin stretched between her hands in a childish pattern. A game that Macaron quickly began playing alone, the skin-threads looping around her fingers as she gestured to form different shapes. The snake-like woman would have a feeling that if she tried to partake in the fun, her fingertips would be sliced off in thin sheets.

"And it's not a competition. We can both be little children. Goo goo gaa gaa."

She paused.

"And elaborate on shit--because most people have the common sense to not send letters unless you're a fed or sending it to Santa."

Seemingly, a brief moment of lucidity came over her.

"Especially letters to me."

Magic in the Park

title card subtexts are my favourite part of writing posts

Magic in the Park

ａｎｄ　ａｎ　ａｒｍ　ｃｈａｍｂｅｒｅｄ　ｉｎ　６．６２ｘ１２．３ｃｍ

It was fortunate that Macaron had been so preoccupied with the mix of macaroni and murder. Usually, she would have made a greater mess whenever someone told her to clean.

"Mm." Macaron blankly replied with macaroni in her mouth. In truth, Macaron couldn't fully remember what bitch Hideji was talking about. Some mixture of forgetfulness, tunnel vision, and common occurrence made her fuzzy on her recollection. It did sound like her, though. She probably did follow up on that--followed up pretty hard, by how things usually went with her.

Of course, she didn't really care when Hideji was going to go out on his own business, like how she didn't really care that he came by to make some noodles.

"Have fun with that." Macaron said in a tone that a teenage girl would say to their father.

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Macaron never really cared about how she moved between places. Whether it was the sticky, pollock-like seating of public transit or unlocked bicycle, it mattered not to her.

And she thought nothing as she approached the Dark City behind Jebby Tim's. She thought even less. Such dangers and risks weren't worth thinking about. She was about to kill a bitch. She didn't need to think about anything besides that.

Of course, the presumed target of her ire seemed to have the same idea as she was attacked from behind.

The expression on Macaron's face rapidly shifted. In an instant, her face contorted in rage and anger as she leapt out of the way. It only worsened as the faux-werewolf seemed to try to explain her actions.

Just as quickly as her anger appeared, it vanished and gave way to a friendly smile--one that was seconds away from laughter and campfire songs. One that was filled with nods and affirmation as she chanted cogito ergo sum.

"Cool cool. I'm cool. I'm cool. Cool."

The smile she had shifted to complete neutrality.

She wasn't cool at all.

In a flash of unemoted rage unbefitting for a mage--one who typically used Crafts to solve problems, her hand erupted from her jacket pocket with a purple can. It hurtled towards the shapeshifter's face with all the strength one acting without magic could muster--a tit-for-tat act of violence that the utterly deranged considered conversation. More importantly was the can of soda:

Value Purple Soda? What kind of brand was that? One that tasted like purple instead of grape, that's what it was. It wasn't even cold--lord knows how long it was in her jacket pocket.

SPIRITUM

Justice

For better or worse, the situation in Dunbarton seemed to be calm. That either meant things were fine or extremely bad. A small part of Justice wished for the chaos. It would have made it easier to sneak in, if anything else. But if nothing else, she'd get her wish of a brief moment of brevity and normalcy. At least until she did something absurd like stick her face in front of a barrel again.

Then Kalina was the first to speak to the border guards. The mere concept of which sent shivers down Justice's spine. Thankfully, Kalina kept it short, sweet, and honest. That was lucky. Though her habit to carry her gun on her was bit of a bother.

Justice was thankful Kalina didn't try to lie her way out. Unlike Justice who lied as easily as she breathed, Kalina fundamentally couldn't word good enough to support any sort of lie. Of course, that didn't mean Justice was about to concoct some elaborate ruse on the fly. She might have done that if she were alone. Unfortunately, her friend group wasn't exactly the best at subterfuge. Gerard would be off snickering, Kalina would probably be sweating like a human faucet--or perhaps a fountain statuette, it was a complete wildcard what Silje would follow up with, and Morden would probably just stand there bizarrely brick-faced. At least Val would be there to not shit things up.

"Surplus was the cheapest way to road trip, turns out." Justice said as she handed Kalina--and by extension, the city guard--their papers. "But with how our trip's been going? Had to ditch the clothes thanks to an infested motel. Now I'm wearing a gift shop. Should have sprung for an actual RV."

In all honesty, the sooner they got out of this line up, the better. Bad things usually happened in line ups.