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Post  Kamijou Touko on Sun Nov 04, 2018 9:41 pm

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«Last night an ambulance was attacked on its way back to Mizushima University Hospital located in District 5. Reports say that the ambulance has been flipped upside down by the means of a military prototype air bag that has been placed inside of a manhole. The driver was hospitalised as a result of the accident. The group responsible for the crime is still being pursued by Anti-Skill. Their name is ‹MissFits› and they are considered to be highly dangerous.»

«Yesterday night, a terrific incident occurred in a District 7 music club. While the club itself was supposed to have gone out of business last month, some students seem to have taken the opportunity to run an illegal business inside, the true incident began when a sudden gang war broke out on its perimeter, peaking in a gun fight between the two factions. Apparently, the participants in the firefight were infamous street gang Barking Wolf and a group known as the MissFits. Barking Wolf’s leader Kitani Ringo was taken into custody by Anti-Skill. However, the MissFits remain on the run, as none of their members was captured.»

«Academy City has been suffering under gang activities for the longest time. First Skill-Out, then all those splinter factions like Under Level and Barking Wolf, and now there is those ‹MissFits›. Masked lunatics going wild on the streets after curfew are the last thing this city needed. Robbing ambulances, waging wars. Things like that can no longer be considered childish pranks and yet the official forces won’t do anything about it! We need to step up!»

«In the night from August 13th to August 14th a group of masked men have attacked both an illegally run establishment and an ambulance. In both cases violence with little respect for human lives has been exerted. Be advised to not step out at night until Anti-Skill has brought the situation under control. They culprits are armed and dangerous.»

«The MissFits are a particularly interesting bunch. Their actions have begun a few weeks ago, mostly assuming the colours of simple pranks played on the city in various degrees. They would fill public institution’s ACs with fish fragrance or defile building walls with obscene artwork at first, but quickly head for more dangerous territory like engaging Skill-Out gangs from all across the city as well as the official forces themselves. Their modus operandi always assumes a twisted sense of humour, as seen in the instance where they broke into an Anti-Skill station replacing the professional equipment with sports gear. The stolen equipment was later found moulded into a statue of anime character Magical Powered Kanamin in Subaru Park.»

It was all over the media. The news coverage wouldn’t let off and neither would comments from various sources. Documentaries were provided, articles posted on blogs and politicians would pick on it in their great agenda of making the city a better place by their own images.

A single night could accomplish this kind of outrageous phenomenon, spreading all across the city. Anyone would participate in the discourse for whatever reasons. There were those simply tagging along with the news, those annoyed by wrong depictions of the happenings, those worried for their own safety that was no longer provided, those pretending to be eye-witnesses to the scene and those simply curious about who those MissFits really were.

In summary, a viral topic had been born from a single night’s incident.

If it would last just a few days or become a big epic the media would keep exploiting for the following weeks, months and years, was as of yet unknown.

Still, the storm had only just begun.
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Post  Kamijou Touko on Mon Nov 05, 2018 10:31 pm

August 14th, 03:00 P.M.

Summer vacation was still ongoing and Academy City with 80% of its population being students was naturally buzzing with life, even against the odds imposed by the merciless Japanese summer heat. The days had been beautiful until now and they would stay that way for much longer. Students were out on the streets, conquering the popular and fashionable Districts with their demand to experience the life style presented to them by television and social media. Against this raging desire for life’s joys no bad news would stand any chance, not even the worrisome implications offered by the previous night’s incidents.

And yet some would be robbed of exactly that peace of mind.

After all it was already too late for nothing at all to happen.


District 19

Away from the prospering youth and their enjoyment of the unending lifestyle offerings presented by the modern Japan, there was a part of the city that had nothing at all to offer. District 19 had been in decline for long enough to be considered a No-Go-Zone by the majority of Academy City’s inhabitants. Gangs were everywhere, the sights were shit and nothing worthwhile was anywhere close-by to find.

There was an unpopular parking lot located quite close to the border to District 6. For most it would have been just another shitty location in some truly shit area, but the sudden spark of rumours had given it some odd and undeserved relevance. According to some – dubious as hell – sources a group called ‹MissFits› has been seen hanging out there at some point. While word alone didn’t serve to be convincing, the site’s proximity to District 6’s amusement parks did add some credibility to the story.

Still, while stories could make anything sound fantastic, reality was utterly disheartening.

All there was, was a shitty empty parking lot bearing only three un-noteworthy cars.

However, as though to add at least a hint of romanticism, their windows were shattered and their bodies ornamented by dents. Further there were some faint traces of dried out blood in combination with all kinds of wreckage spread about. A fight had happened not too long ago, but now that it was over, all there was, was crap. Or wasn’t it?

Bump!

A sound.

Bump! Bump!

Twice, this time.

It was as though something was knocking against the inside of something. And it wouldn’t cease. The pattern was irregular, the impacts soft and strong in weird succession. Anyone with at least minimal deductive skills could easily arrive at the conclusion that the source was not mechanic in any way. An animal or a human even?

Bump! Bump! Bump!

It came from one of those three cars. The one in the farthest end of the perimeter. Less damaged and still as ordinary as the other two. With how broken the vehicle was, however, the source could only be found in one section: The trunk. It was inside. Something. What was it? What could it possibly be? A lost child forgotten there crying for its run-away teenage delinquent parents? An unseen wild carnivorous animal ready to jump at whatever poor soul would be dumb enough to set if free? Or a lovely sexy and butt-naked maiden in distress?

Well, reality was cruelly disheartening.

All those curious enough to pry would find was a certain battered and beaten up spiky haired idiot with arms and legs constrained by pink spandex pants and mouth gagged by means of a pair of dirty tennis socks. Simply miserable.

Such misfortune, indeed.


District 1

To anyone familiar with the way Academy City was and the nature of its inhabitants, the sight of District 1 was just a let-down. A city ruled by a majority of students would naturally strike the imagination of any young revolutionary, invoking images of a paradise for the arts, crafts and the wild…and yet its administrative sector basically exceeded any school principle’s office in boredom. The buildings were plainer than anywhere else in the city, grey and without character entirely. Technically even places like District 19 did boast more urban flair, but then reminder of District 2 or 23 would shift the impression yet again. There was definitely a better, but also a worse.

Among the many administrative facilities found within the district there was also one meant for keeping and managing vehicles involved with all kinds of crimes. Starting at the low tier ones like parking in prohibited areas, over application of illegal modifications up to usage as an escape craft in the act of committing other illegal activities, the reasons for why the vehicles had found their way onto the grounds of the facility were countless.

While the majority of confiscated vehicles would be stored in areas akin to a large-scale parking garage, the facility also offered a section meant for those that were still subject of ongoing investigations. Unlike the mass storage area, the layout of this particular section was more reminiscent of a combination between museum and a tuning garage, like the ones seen in movies, than a car park.

Some of the corridors were illuminated by lights while others weren’t. However, that was only natural weren’t all compartments needed equally, thus not raising the need to light them appropriately. With occasional patches of light and a majority rule of dark areas, Academy City’s central vehicle impound seemed more dead than alive. In fact, most of its sparse employees were busy elsewhere taking care of even more newcomers caused by last night’s events.

Still, it was a little strange to find one particular area to be entirely deserted even under these circumstances.

Even stranger, however, was the fact that three young girls were currently crossing the darkness of these supposedly abandoned corridors.

Given their young age they were neither vehicle owners nor part of the qualified personnel.

Their names were Hujisaka Natsumi, Aoki Aiko and Kisaragi Anko.

All three of them were part of an underground organisation called TASK.

And currently they were here to pay one specific guest a visit.

Vehicle A6-8140133.

An ambulance that had come in over the course of the previous night, having become the major topic of plenty of news. However, even after the hours of investigation and analysis that had gone into it reflected by the countless files held by the nearby terminal, there was still supposedly something of interest about it. Promising enough for them to search it out.

From the looks of it alone, however, it was a pile of crap. The roof was crushed, the axes ruined, the front window shattered and one of the back doors removed by force. Fortunately, defying expectations, most of the equipment was still there, even though clearly not untouched.
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Post  Adachi Tetsuya on Tue Nov 06, 2018 8:50 am

August 14th, 03:12 P.M.

District 19

Tetsuya released the doorknob from his hand and listened to the familiar sound of the facility's heavy steel door slamming shut behind him for one of the last times he'd be able to hear it. Even the seven locks that were on the other side, he could tell which ones were being engaged and in which order.

The facility was a steam engine research lab, where the boy who looked like a delinquent had worked for over a third of his sixteen-year-old lifetime. District 19 might be a broken-down wasteland to an observer from the normal side of Academy City, but if you knew where to look, there was a strong undercurrent of scientific development rushing beneath the surface of brick warehouses and cracked asphalt. Granted, most of it was on obsolete technologies, but the district was far from an intellectual desert.

Not that Tetsuya knew much about that.

His involvement with the intellectual side of the district was limited to conversations like "Raise the temperature of the inside boiler to 115 degrees" or "Concentrate the heat towards the front end of the firebox, if you can."

That wasn't to say Tetsyua and the people who had seen him daily for the past six years weren't on more casual terms than that. There was definitely a good deal of banter sent back and forth while the experiments were running. However, Tetsuya didn't quite understand the mechanics of what the team was actually trying to accomplish as well as they did. Thus, as a human version of an ideal power source, his interactions with the experiment tended to be rather basic.

Of course, now they were soon to come to an almost total halt.
At the end of the summer, the boy who looked like a delinquent was scheduled to be sent halfway across the city to a new high school, far away from the district where he had once run a gang. Unfortunately, his work with the research team would be limited to weekends from that point forward.

The last deadbolt clicked into place from the inside, and Tetsuya stood looking at the door for a few more seconds before shouldering the strap of his bookbag and continuing down the street towards his current apartment.

August 14th, 03:18 P.M.

At a nearby intersection, still in the same district, Tetsuya's eyebrow raised at the sight across the street. Three cars, newly parked in the parking lot that everyone who was actually from the area knew to never use. And more importantly, newly smashed up.

In some aspects, not being the leader of a gang was incredibly inconvenient. Three months ago, he'd already have known about this, and probably known who'd done it as well due to the network of information he'd had access to. Today, he'd have to do that sort of legwork himself.

The boy who fit perfectly into these shitty surroundings crossed the street with a cell phone in hand, ready to call in a report to the proper authorities when a loud noise erupted from somewhere on the scene. Some sort of metal banging filled the air.

Tetsuya reached down to the ground and picked up the biggest piece of metal he could find, which was part of one of the cars' window frames. Whoever had wrecked these had done a bang-up job. Now, however, the only banging around here seemed like it was coming from inside one of the trunks of the cars. 

Was it a trap? It seemed like a coincidence that it had happened while he had been passing by, but he didn't want to take any chances. If the cars were broken anyway, though...

The boy who looked like a delinquent took a step back from the car whose trunk had been thumping from the inside, set his bag on the ground, hopped twice on one foot to check his balance, and let fly with a strong roundhouse kick to the area of the hood where the latch must have been. He then hopped back as the trunk popped open, wary of anyone who might come jumping out.

After a few seconds passed with no murderous gang member set on getting revenge for a past slight, Tetsuya tentatively stepped forward. Inside the trunk was a spiky-haired girl whom he'd never seen before, wearing the uniform of a certain school that Tetsuya didn't recognize as any from District 19. Someone who had been passing by and gotten wrapped up in the wrong sort of thing, then, almost definitely. She looked like she'd been roughed up by someone, at least. Maybe she could explain the situation herself.

Tetsuya pushed the lid of the trunk up as high as it could go while looking down at the girl. "'Sup. Don't worry, I'm gonna get those socks outta your mouth. Just try not to bite me or anything while I'm helping out." He reached down with one hand and, with only a bit of hesitation (it was a girl's mouth, after all), set to work to pull out the dirty things and free up her jaw.
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Post  Aoki Aiko on Wed Nov 07, 2018 1:10 am

August 14th, 03:07 P.M.

District 1

Three girls moved silently through the unlit halls of Academy City's central vehicle impound. For a normal person, making it this far into the facility without detection would take considerable skill or a really lucky day, however these three weren't you average people. In addition to the personnel walking the floor of the facility there were also cameras scanning for both visual and infrared confirmation of intruders. For this group of three however such measures were trivial. The three girls continued their infiltration, heading towards section 'A' of the facility, the area where vehicles still under investigation were kept. As the girls walked a wall mounted camera swiveled in place sweeping the area, and as with every other camera in the facility it detected nothing, its combination of sensors being thoroughly fooled by the abilities of two of girls.

Hujisaka Natsumi, a brown haired Tokiwadai girl who's ability allowed her to increase the temperature of things, was currently using her ability to fool the thermal sensors of all the cameras. To them, the three girls seems to blend into the rest of the area as the whole area was much warmer than it should have been. Aoki Aiko, another Tokiwadai girl, was handling the visual sensors on the camera. Her ability allowed her to make an area encased in electrons that intercepted different times of electromagnetic radiation trying to pass through it. In this case, she was preventing any light from leaving the electron shell. Anyone trying to look at the area from the outside would see just darkness, while from the inside everything looked perfectly normal. In an area that was dark already, it was almost like being invisible.

"I really should have worn lighter clothes for this," Aiko whined, keeping her voice to a whisper. For an unacquainted observer, Aiko's choice of clothing, namely the large black hoodie with sleeves extending past the ends of her arms, would seem rather strange for summer attire. However the other members of TASK since becoming acquainted with Aiko knew she normally used her ability to keep the area around her nice and cool, allowing for comfort wearing such heavy clothes in the summer. But since her ability was currently being used for another task, Aiko's face was covered in sweat. "When we get out of here I'm not leaving AC for at least a day."

After a bit more walking they girls arrived at their destination with no alarms sounded, Section A area 6 of Academy City's vehicle impound lot, and in front of them stood a vehicle that had seen much better days. Vehicle A6-8140133, the ambulance that a certain gang had trashed just recently stood before them. "So what were we here for again...?" Aiko mused, although she remembered just fine why they were here...

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Post  Kamijou Touko on Wed Nov 07, 2018 9:55 am

There was a certain degree of absurdity to this entire situation. Not that that made it any special in the end.

Kamijou Touko had been up and running for the major part of the previous night. The details were currently a bit blurry in her mind, but it was clear to her that when something had brutally hit the back of her head the entire world had turned dark. The next thing she remembered was waking up in this dark and confined space, her arms and legs restrained behind her back like she was some kind of rodeo pig or hostage.

Panicking as would be normal in this kind of situation she tried rolling left and right, straining her muscles to break the makeshift ropes and shouting like crazy. The latter to absolutely no effect outside of getting a good taste of the disgusting thing they had used to gag her.

Oh, the taste of another’s sweaty feet.

She’d lost it there and then, if not for the fact that a shock ran through that tiny prison of hers followed by the overwhelming sensation of bright light tearing apart the darkness she had already grown used to.

Who would it be, her knight in shining armour? A tall and handsome dorm manager about to carry her off into the sunset?

Such misfortune.

All of a sudden that dorm manager in shining armour transformed into the sight of what was more than obviously a delinquent. Just another one of these!

Hold on. She had been restrained, gagged and put into what was obviously the trunk of a car. Now with someone like this – who obviously seemed to be on the right side of the law and moral equilibrium for this kind of actions – releasing the lock there was only one possible conclusion to come to…the abductor had come for his prey!!!

Again, she’d panic, but with how little space there was in this car trunk, all she could do was wiggle right and left as though she was a use- and defenceless caterpillar, leaving her wide open for his arm to approach. She’d try to shout, only to taste the smelly dirty socks again.

«AAAAAAAAAAAH! DON’T HURT ME!! DON’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!! I MEAN DON’T YOU SEE I’M CLEARLY NOT THAT GOOD LOOKING!! IT’S LIKE HAVING YOUR WAY WITH A BOY!!! I MEAN IT’S NOT LIKE I’M A BOY!!! I’M CLEARLY A REFINED LADY BUT STILL!!! I’VE BEEN SAVING MYSELF MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THE RIGHT ONE!!!!!! AT LEAST COVER MY EYES SO THAT I CAN PRETEND YOU’RE A HANDSOME DORM MANAGER!!!!!!!!»

Without even realising she had been relieved of the smelly sock gag, she went directly into a shouting parade, mindlessly showing off her stupidity to the world.
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Post  Saito Hirashi on Wed Nov 07, 2018 4:40 pm

August 12th, 19:00. District 7

“Thank you, go well.”

The cashier’s well-practiced, and almost robotic line followed Hirashi out of the convenience store. In the nondescript looking student’s hands were two large plastic bags filled with a bizarre combination of items: Energy drinks, masking tape, heavy-duty aluminum foil, two-minute noodles, and one-inch nails were just a few of the random assortment of goods which Hirashi was carrying.

Saito Hirashi had been busy.

Hirashi’s usual hurried gait pounded a steady rhythm against the pavement as the familiar shape of his dormitory came into view. He entered the apartment-like building, jogged up the stairs, and opened the door to his room. Hirashi then proceeded to change his shoes, flick on the light switch by the entrance, and dropped his haul on the coffee table in the center of his living room.

Hirashi’s room was special, it could even be said that Hirashi’s room was currently the most special room in the building. Hirashi’s living room, which also doubled as a bedroom, was composed of three walls and a sliding glass door leading to a small balcony. It was nothing special structurally, but the pictures and writing plastered all over these walls were what made this room one of a kind.

Saito Hirashi had been busy.

It was the summer break, a time for the many students in Academy City to take refuge from the oppressing summer heat in air-conditioned arcades or by the public pools. It was a time to hang out with friends, forget about the summer homework together, and receive desperate 11:59 phone calls from those same friends asking for maths solutions the night before school starts.

But for Hirashi, his friends and classmates would have to wait. For a certain looting and pillaging fish bearing the name of MissFits had just reared its ugly head. Hirashi smiled as he swept his gaze slowly across the tangle of copy paper, dry-erase marker, and masking tape which surrounded him. This net was the product of weeks of hard work, and it was made of countless threads of espionage and data gathering brought together by knots of logical deductions; this was a net which its purpose was to capture and reveal the inner workings of this slippery fish. It was still a work in progress, chucks of crucial information were still missing, but Hirashi was slowly but surely drawing closer to his answer, for a new lead had been found -

-and Saito Hirashi was about to get busy.



August 14th, 14:55. District 1

Hirashi hated driving.

Hirashi hated the idea of being shoved into a cramped metal box speeding along at break-neck (and break-spine, and break-skull) speeds alongside other similar metal boxes piloted by people of a highly questionable level of competency with only a flimsy nylon rope and a bag of air for protection should something go wrong.

Being in an impoundment lot was not helpful towards changing Hirashi’s negative attitude towards automobiles.

For the past two hours, Hirashi had been slowly sneaking his way through District 1’s vehicle impoundment lot by hiding underneath the vehicles. The patrols were frequent and cameras were everywhere, but with the cover of darkness as well as the knowledge of the patrol routes, Hirashi was able to make it deep into the building and was currently hiding behind the carcass of a SUV. The various tricks and gimmicks which Hirashi had taped to his body pressed uncomfortably into his stomach as he shifted his body forward and extracted a package from one of his pockets, it was a mixture of powdered aluminum, iron rust, and a magnesium ribbon wrapped up in oil paper then strapped to a cigarette lighter. Hirashi lifted the home-made device with his telekinesis and placed it on one of the numerous trusses on the ceiling. This was the fifth and final package which made up his plan B.

The camera coverage was not as big as a problem as it first appeared to be - hundreds of cameras covered every inch of the facility, but that was also its weakness, there were simply too many to monitor in real-time. Hirashi dodged what he could had taped up a few unavoidable cameras with masking tape and his telekinesis. Hirashi reckoned he should have at least a few hours before the security office noticed something was amiss.

The real challenge however, were the infrared sensors scattered throughout the building like the one two meters in front of him right now. The IR sensors were configured to automatically detect objects which are “hotter” than its surroundings and track its motion. It was theoretically possible to scramble the readings by slowly heating up the ambient temperature around the area, but Hirashi reckoned lighting a fire in this darkness would not fare well for the longevity of his trespassing. However, Hirashi had expected such security measures, and did his homework on infrared sensors: There were two main types of infrared radiation, shortwave and longwave. Short wave infrared would usually be in the form of light and long wave infrared would come in the form of heat. Infrared sensors were usually built to detect only long wavelength infrared, which would be emitted by Hirashi in the form of body heat. Glass allows the passage of shortwave IR, whilst blocking long wave IR, which was how greenhouses worked. So Hirashi reasoned that if he was to place a glass cube in front of the sensor’s lens, he should be able to fool the programming, which was not coded to track cold objects due to the presence of metallic security robots.

Hirashi slid three small sheets of glass from one of his numerous pockets and pressed them against the floor to cool them down, he then slowly slid them in front of the sensor with his telekinesis. Satisfied with his work, Hirashi paused and double checked that there were no cameras he missed before rolling out from under the SUV and made his way underneath the sensor, where he dropped and retrieved his glass.

Hirashi’s objective was parking lot “A”, where the wreckage of a very special ambulance waited for him. He quickly ducked behind a dark green sedan and peeked around its tail light, and as expected, he saw a narrow passageway guarded by a single security robot. According to his intel, the shift change should be soon and a human guard was to arrive at 15:00.

Hirashi waited patiently in the darkness as his watch slowly ticked down to 15:00, the security bot was scheduled to arrive at another post near the entrance at 15:02. This meant it must leave this post immediately, regardless of if its relief had arrived, and thanks to some laxatives dropped into a security guard’s store-bought lunch box, Hirashi should have an opening to get past this last sentinel. Regular patrols did not continue past this point of the impoundment lot, so this was the final challenge before easy town. Hirashi grimaced as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, despite this place never seeing sunlight, it was getting quite warm.

15:00 had arrived, and like clockwork, the drum-like robot rolled past Hirashi, who had crawled back under the sedan, and made its way towards the outer perimeters of the building. As according to plan, the entrance was wide open, Hirashi grinned as he slid himself out from under the car and was about to finally straighten his aching back when suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him from behind. Hirashi mentally cursed as he threw himself back under the leaking sedan. The footsteps drew closer, but Hirashi could not see any thing from underneath the vehicle. The footsteps are even closer now, and it felt like their owners should be right in front of him, but Hirashi’s eyes still refused to pick up anything.

“I really should have worn lighter clothes for this,”

The sound of a whiny girl cut through the silence of the dark parking lot, and despite the now-unbearable heat, Hirashi’s blood froze in his veins. Just as he thought, there were other people, and they were right in front of him. The sounds grew fainter and fainter as these mysterious people made their way past the green sedan, Hirashi’s mind raced.

“Who were they? No, it cannot be normal security, there were no patrols scheduled here, besides they were cleary espers. The invisibility indicated they were not supposed to be here either, so they must be after the ambulance as well!” Hirashi frowned, this was his first solid lead in ages. He’s be damned if someone else took the prize before he did.

Hirashi followed the voices into the darkness.


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Re: [SS] Curfew Carnival

Post  Kamijou Touko on Thu Nov 08, 2018 11:49 pm

The slowest of the three girls was none like the other two. In fact, while those two held at least some sort of charisma in their attires and general presence, the best word to describe her was «average». Her long typical Japanese hair was black and so was that pair of eyes decorating an entirely unremarkable face. Instead of choosing to wear any fancy clothing she had settled on a simple Bordeaux coloured tracksuit with detachable sleeves and lower leg portions, matched with simple trainers. The sole thing possibly sticking out about her was the black truly unfashionable collar she chose to wear around her neck.

«You people really are too spoiled. Professionals aren’t supposed to act like little cry-babies.»

Her name was Kisaragi Anko and – as her annoyance over that completely normal complaint had made clear – she was the odd one out.

Originally, she had been a Kunoichi raised by the infamous historical Fuuma clan. Having learned the great teachings of her ancestors the girl had been transformed into the perfect infiltrator, as well as an unstoppable killing machine. Or so it had been supposed to be, but when she and her comrades had made their way into Academy City two months ago everything had gone south. Unexpected individuals had crossed their path and before they knew it they met the wrath of the capital of science in its full force. The others were all killed, leaving only her as the sole survivor.

She had been stripped of everything, her family, her comrades, her life, her calling, even her clothes. Butt-naked they had chained her up in an isolated cell that was monitored through reinforced glass and additionally by countless of cameras. It had been nightmarish, humiliating, just cruel. They would keep asking the same questions. Ask them over and over and over again. Every week. Every day. Every hour. Perfectly timed. Monotone.

But she wouldn’t break, no matter what. That was her skill as a true professional. No torture on this world would be able to break her. Never would she betray her friends and allies.

Or so she would have thought.

That collar around her neck had been her greatest tragedy. The sign of her absolute defeat. They had found a way to get to her. Something she would care for more than anything. Something she had to protect at all cost.

Touching the item with the tip of her index finger she remembered all she knew about it. It was crafted from a special fabric that to most people would appear like ordinary cloth. It was certainly slightly elastic, yet hard and difficult to break at the same time. There was something embedded into it. A mechanism that would both track each and any movement she would make, as well as one that would punish her the moment she would stray from the rules that had been imposed onto her. Clearly that punishment was her death, but in what way it was supposed to arrive was entirely unknown. She wasn’t told anything about how it functioned. That way she would not be able to find a counter measure. And even if she tried finding out the truth, they would be able to dispose of her before she could even get anywhere. Truly, the perfect collar.

But what did it matter? Right now, she was with TASK, or rather two of the other three members. Hujisaka Natsumi and Aoki Aiko. Girls who had been granted the lives of spoiled princesses yet somehow having ended up in the very same business she had been forced into. Were they here for their own interests? Or had they been forced into it just like her? The first would disgust her to no end, while the latter would allow for at least some faint hint of sympathies to be held.

«That strawberry girl said something about this being about finding anything we would consider fishy. I think it was something along the lines of ‹the less you know the more creative your approach will be, raising your chances of finding it›.»

Her reply was formal with a hint of spite. She clearly did not enjoy the idea of even having to deal with the job, but her reasons were laid out before them either way, had the others been provided her dossier for their own safety. So, what worth was there hiding any of her feelings?

«This means whatever it is we are looking for, it was hidden with care. Enough care to warrant us experts coming in, in the first place.»

It was that simple a solution to arrive at. Something must have been hidden in that ambulance and it certainly had to be done in a way that would allow for it to slip past the official investigators. Maybe their files left on the terminal would provide an insight? Or possibly a thorough search of less obvious sections of the ambulance would turn up something?

At least for now she had felt like she had already contributed more than enough, had she been the one to lead the infiltration in the first place, easily guiding them on their path of outmanoeuvring the guards and remaining security, without relying on anything as disgustingly convenient as a flashy ability.
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The boy who looked like a delinquent braced himself against the open trunk as he watched the girl scream her head off. Should've left the socks in. He sighed. Even in a place like District 19, this was hardly a usual occurrence. If you opened a car trunk like that, you might expect to see some central-city student with a few black eyes and missing a wallet, sure, but... this one was loud. And a girl, to boot. This was going to be his responsibility now, wasn't it?

Tetsuya leaned in closer, casting a shadow over the bound-but-no-longer-gagged girl. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, HEY!" His voice started off in a mutter but grew into a shout loud enough to be heard over her panicking. "The hell do you take me for, girl, some kind of delinquent?" One foot came up and landed on the rim of the trunk so he could rest on its knee. He held up the pair of dirty, smelly gym socks in front of the strange, spiky-haired. "You think if I was gonna have my way with you, I'd have taken these things out? I can tell ya, it's a hell of a lot easier to do that sort of thing when your target can't speak."

Besides, what would Shizuka say if I did something like that with another girl?
...Never mind that they weren't actually dating yet. Or that taking advantage of a tied-up girl was a crime no matter whether or not you were already in a relationship.

The boy who gave up a gang for a girl stepped away from the open trunk to give Touko a bit more room to compose herself, if she needed it. He scraped the toe of his sneaker against the asphalt before speaking up again. It was a real pain, having to deal with this sort of thing when he was trying to go legitimate. Maybe he could foist her off on the city's law enforcement at some point to deal with.
"Let's get those ties off you. If there's someone watching around here, I don't wanna get their attention. Once we're out of this hotspot, you can give me the rundown on what happened and how you got like that."

If the people who had smashed up these cars and beat up this girl were sticking around here for some reason instead of making their break like smart people would, he wasn't exactly keen on running into them. Especially since he could no longer rely on any sort of backup. The long arm of the law didn't reach far around here, and the gang protection he'd enjoyed in the past had been eliminated.
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Post  Kamijou Touko on Sat Nov 10, 2018 1:34 pm

«What is this?! A making-the-girl-taste-the-smelly-socks-fetish?! You’re some disgusting creep!»

Hostage situations did the weirdest things to people. The most famous was probably the Stockholm Syndrome where the poor hostage would form some odd kind of bond with the culprits, but there were also instances like this one, where for some reason they would feel all high and mighty…or just succumb to their own stupidity in the face of danger.

Kamijou Touko clearly had lost the ball at some point.

Yet, in the end even she seemed to have understood the reality of the circumstances, leading to a surprising readiness at cooperation. Untied limbs were any hostage’s – no matter how stupid – dream.

«Uuuh…thanks.»

Rubbing her aching wrists, she felt somewhere between grateful, nervous and entirely embarrassed.

«Please, forget about everything that just happened. PLEASE!!»

The most important matters should always come first and this was beyond a simple life and death situation. And to make sure they would be, she bowed like an office worker having done the biggest screw-up in company history.

Still, only moments later she would realise just how more miserable all of this had made her look, switching topics to finally arrive at the actually important that delinquent-like boy had attempted to shove in.

«…uuuhm…yeah. Can we go somewhere where there is food…and maybe a new clothes…?»

Kamijou was neither in the position to ask this, nor did she feel comfortable becoming the freeloader in this relationship diagram all of a sudden. However, after having spent at least half a day inside this car’s trunk, a number of basic everyday needs were crying to be stilled.

Actually…

«What time is it? JUST HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN IN THERE?!?! IZUMII YOU BASTARD!!!!»

Again, not minding who or what she would attract in this no-go-area of no-go-areas, she would mindlessly break into just another shouting tirade. At this point she was asking for trouble, wasn’t she?
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