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• Monday, March 16th Issue
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    JP Revival News
    Today's Forecast
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    The Babel Manor is under siege!
    —by a long, on-going debate! For as long as Variants existed, people have been arguing as to whether or not they deserve the same rights as any uninfected person. Tonight, Japan is going to settle this in a low-key debate on the Babel estate, involving many big political figures. “Devil's Wrath is humanity's greatest threat,” Tanabe, Shizuko, one of the people attending this meeting, says, “If we don't impose sanctions on them, then it's only a matter of time before something catastrophic happens…” Mihara, Aya, another attendee, has differing opinions on the matter, claiming that this mindset will bring about Japan’s downfall.
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    “We're repeating history, should our nation reach a state where we drag people into what are just prisons based off one-sided assumptions,” she told us.
    While no one is sure how the meeting will pay off, many hope the outcome will spawn a better future for the people of Japan. What we are sure of, however, is that this conference will surely cause a lot of controversy all over the world no matter the verdict. We all eagerly await their conclusions.
    British scientists have made a bizarre discovery of a bacteria that only appears in British-made desserts. They have noted that the organelles are all shaped as either the letters U or W. The bacterium also has a complex membrane organization and an unpredictable life cycle.

    Scientists have named the new species Spotticus diceae womanassa.

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    There’s a lot to think about in the future, and lots to worry about! No matter how you think ahead, you can never predict the disasters waiting to strike you! This is especially the case with GEMINI and CAPRICORNS! CANCERS should watch out for dangerous anomalies as well!

    But ALL horoscopes will see horrific consequences later on in their lives! It is inevitable! You should worry! Worry immensely! However, the only way they can save themselves is by joining a NEW and EXCITING organization called Rage: Resurrected!

    You can meet other people like you: Worrying and under constant stress! Finding escapism on the internet! Wondering what you've done with your life up to now! Discovering just how far your mental anguish drives you! Resurrect YOUR rage NOW!

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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Goze, Hostages | NPC
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Interactions: No One
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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"We're going in circles." There was an irritated sigh from one side of the couch in the corner. Noboru Nishimura, Japan's own Minister of Defense, leaned back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Aya Mihara, a renowned and outspoken activist, remained still in her seat across from him. "With all due respect, sir, what you're suggesting is taking away basic human rights from what is essentially a minority group! Have we learned nothing from World War II?"

"Is it that outlandish when about 10% of all deaths in Japan are related to Devil's Wrath?" The sharp tone came from Noboru's side. Shizuko Tanabe, arguably the biggest thorn to Devil's Wrath–infected in terms of politics, rose to challenge Aya. "The difference between history and now is that we have valid proof that these people pose a threat to national security. Tell me, is it normal that a minority group is undeniably responsible for so much death and destruction?"

"But—"

"I'm inclined to agree with Tanabe." Noboru's stern voice cut through the air. "You can say that the good done with these individuals outweighs the bad, but it doesn't change the fact that the bad exists. People are dying because of Devil's Wrath, and if we can instate laws to limit the infected and save lives, then that's an act I'm willing to take."

Aya grit her teeth, keeping her fists clenched in her lap. She knew negotiating with these individuals would be tough, but they seemed so steadfast... Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She peeked to her side, where a smaller girl of white and light blue sat and looked at her warmly. Before she realized it, her heart calmed down. She offered a smile. "Thank you, Murakami..."

"However, as the issue stands, you're contradicting your own words by extending your restrictions onto the Union." The next to speak up was Haruto Chiba, a Union spokesperson from northern Japan. He hoped that his time and experience in the area would help his case, but they were relentless.

Noboru twitched his brow. "That is not to say I discredit the Union. But, if I may be so blunt, the only reason you exist is because of the threat posed by others with Devil's Wrath. Without them balancing things out, you'd be torn down out of fear of suppressing everyone who isn't infected."

"Cleaning up after yourself..." Shizuko added.

Trying not to let out his annoyed sigh, Haruto went on. "You're telling me to take no offense from this, yet you're downplaying all that the Union has done. By your logic, a firefighter doesn't deserve their credit because the only reason they exist is because of other people starting the fires!"

"Excuse me..." Before another back and forth ensued, in contrast to every other voice, a soft and gentle cadence made itself apparent. Doi Murakami, one of the famously benevolent figures in Japan, spoke up. "While I cannot speak on behalf of all infected individuals, I think it is wrong to condemn people without getting to know them first. For me, I only wish to help everyone as much as I can, and—"

"That's what your grandfather said when he founded Ibara, and look where that wound up." Of all the mouths that opened, one made itself heard first.

"Tanabe." She turned to Noboru, shocked at the sudden beckon. His displeasure was evident. She forced herself to swallow her words and her pride.

Regardless, Doi kept her eyes trained on Shizuko—and only had a warm smile to give. "My grandfather... is the reason my parents and I, possibly many others, despised our family name... For so long, I was ashamed of it. Now, I do not claim to know the suffering that Ibara put so many people through, but it is my sole wish to rebuild the Murakami name into one that people look to for aid and solace. Whereas my grandfather used his powers for destruction, I only wish to use mine to help. I implore of you to let me mend my family's sins..."

A momentary silence befell the group. It was broken by Aya, who laid her hand on Doi's shoulder. "It's a very admirable goal," she said softly.

She uttered a soft "Thank you," back.

"You weren't always against the infected, Nishimura. Your wife was a Union member, herself, and while what Ibara did to your family was cruel, that doesn't—"

"Stop." He raised a hand, albeit as stone-faced as usual. "You don't need to remind me…"

While the discussion swung back and forth, Haruto's focus lingered on the host of this gathering: Kotone Yasuda. Since the debate began, he'd only been observing it all quietly—he was unreadable. "Anything you want to add, Yasuda?"

He grumbled and stretched in response, letting out an audible crack of his spine. "I need a drink," he said. "If you ask me, before Devil’s Wrath, the thing you guys oughta focus on fixing is Ibara."

For once, he proclaimed something sensible—

"Do you know how much money I lost to property damage and compensation fees because of their reckless behavior? My yacht's at the bottom of the sea because of them!"

I take it back.

If Haruto had to be honest, the entire ordeal not only stressed him, but bored him. His mind wandered to the room they were in, a cozy lounge area naturally lit through its many windows. It was relaxing to focus on the sounds in the background: the faint song of the piano, the ringing wind chimes outside, the scream...

The scream?

"What was that?" Noboru heard it, too.

It came from the garden. One look towards the window, and the attendees were left speechless.


"Do you hear that?" Oh, what a joyous sound it was. How she wished she could see it: the Beasts emerging in the garden, starting what was to be a glorious day for Ibara. "The flowers are blooming..." With the mansion guards diverted to the garden, the group approached the front of the mansion, led by the lullaby-singing Goze.

From the meeting room, the attendees could hear a torrent of screams and destruction rushing the stairs, down the halls, towards their room. The unpowered guards still in the mansion stood no chance against the several infected that ran through. Heralded by a lullaby, the VIPs could do little as they burst through the doors.

How she wished she could see the expressions on each of their faces... There wasn't much said by the now-hostages, quickly realizing the kind of situation they were in. One by one, they slowly raised their hands, donning looks of either cautious calm like Noboru or nerve-wracked worry like Doi; they didn't have much choice. "I assume I already have your attention, my dear sinners?" Goze began, gripping her weapon steady. "You misguided, poor souls..." she whispered, lips moving at a slow pace as to drag out each of her words.

"You sick bastards... Japan would be much better off without you—!"

"HUSH..." The utter sound threw Shizuko flat against the floor, her back taking the brunt of the force. She hit the ground so fast that she bounced a foot further, coughing violently.

"Tanabe!" Doi instinctively rushed to her aid, cupping the back of Shizuko's head in her hands and letting her lean at an angle.

Goze spun around to those who joined her. "Restrain them, please." The Ibara attackers set to work with zip ties. She spoke in a sing-songy tone. "Remember... we're here to send a message. If the Union refuses to listen to our message... let them know we're serious… and cut one of their throats."

"Whatever you want, I promise you, it wasn't worth all of this." The voice came from Nishimura; he sounded just like she remembered. "Who are you, anyway?"

The last question made Goze's heart sink. Whatever last bit of humanity was left in her toppled then and there. The Sakura was right: they never cared about her to begin with. "You don't recognize me?" She approached the minister of defense, kneeling beside him. "I suppose it doesn't matter, now… I've been granted a new life. The Sakura wants to speak, and I'm her messenger."

It clicked. Nishimura paled, frozen in place by—to him—a ghost.

While they restrained each of the six hostages, faint sirens could be heard, getting louder and louder the more time went on. All of this came under the guise of one repeating lullaby:


"Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,

Across the spring sky,

As far as the eye can see.

Is it mist, or clouds?

Fragrant in the air.

Come now, come now,

Let's go and see them..."​





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An intense debate between six people on imposing limits on those infected by Devil's Wrath is interrupted by the emergence of Beasts in the garden of the Babel Mansion they're at. While the guards are distracted, a group of Ibara members go through the front entrance, killing everyone in their way until they get to the meeting room. They take everyone there hostage. They need to send a message, and if the incoming Union forces show any sign of refusing to listen, a hostage shall die to let them know they're serious...


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Montique Archambeau | CS
Overseer | Enhanced Comprehension | Partner(s): Mirai Aono
Interactions: Law Enforcement
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Ibara terrorist attack. Kotone Yasuda's mansion under siege. Confirmed high profile hostages.

Such was the scene that awaited the law enforcement unit and the rest of the Union. A wake up call that dragged them from the comfortable confines of their HQ into a scene chalked to the brim with tension. A tension marked with sirens, swinging spotlights, and weapons drawn at every inch. From the windows, masked cultists armed to the teeth patrolled the halls, poking their heads out now and then as if watching out for the retaliation already present.

Montique arrived in the squad’s truck; the others either came in other vehicles or with him.

Faced with the front of the mansion, even Montique felt miniscule to the gargantuan task ahead of them—as if a wall erected itself in front of the Union. A status symbol of luxury and wealth untold, turned into a fortress heralding death at the leader’s will.

But it was not his primary task to worry about the happenings inside. That was for the Spec Ops team to handle. Their duty was equally important.

Montique put the radio to his mouth. "All officers, I want a perimeter set up around the mansion. A crowd is going to form, and we will need to keep them at bay. Another thing: any volunteers to bring the telephone line to Ibara? Whoever does will have a drink on the house." The only reason Ibara would pull a stunt like this was because they had a demand.

Speaking of a demand…

A beautiful echo permeated the sirens and radio scratches. An elegant siren's song. The hums and hymns came from a shattered window on the second floor of the mansion. A girl with a bandage wrapped around her eyes poked out, bobbing her head with an ever stagnant grin.

Goze. If the Sakura's right hand was here, this was no ordinary attack.

When she spoke, the echoes bounced along every surface, making it sound as if she spoke right next to everyone. "The Sakura has a message," she began. "The Sakura wishes to share her divine wisdom. That is her only wish."

If only it were that simple… "All officers, sound off if you're present! I need to know who is with me at this moment!"




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Cool law people arrive around the mansion to set up a perimeter and establish communications with the tewwowists


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Reiza Kirigaya | CS
Overseer | Enhanced Elemental Resistance | Partner(s): Natalia Schwarz, Roseya Ilana
Interactions: Spec Ops
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Spec Ops were dispatched as soon as possible. The Union knew something big was coming. Courtesy of an anonymous tip—albeit one that arrived a little too late—they had an idea Ibara was planning around the debate at Yasuda's mansion. The most they could muster was convincing their security to have more on standby.

Evidently, it didn't help.

But one part of the tip did come into fruition. It spoke of the defunct Hashimoto office building a block away, meant to be torn down next month. Ibara had planned this so far back, that they used one of their Escort's abilities to dig a tunnel meant to be their escape route from the mansion, starting from the offices.

The Spec Ops pulled up outside the office building, running a silent infiltration inside. There were no enemies, but the validity of the tip turned out to be on the mark.

They found the tunnel entrance within a clear area—pitch black.

Reiza tapped the floor with the back of her spear, emitting a dim flame, just bright enough to see the dirt floor of the tunnel.

So far, devoid of enemies and sound. If the rest of the tip was to be trusted, the next stop was Yasuda’s mansion.

With reporters and live cameras swarming the mansion and few access points on the exterior, the Captain, Reiza, was banking on this.

Reiza spoke. "I received word that Ibara's motives here are to make a message, and that nobody would get hurt. Frankly, it's bullshit. Ibara has never kept true to their word. These bastards talk peace and magnanimity, but they will strike first. Eliminate them if you need to.

"When we get there, our primary objectives are the hostages. They're located on the second floor in the lounge; left wing of the mansion. It's marked on the floor plan each of you received at HQ.

"Ideally, we'll be sneaking our way up to them. If we want the hostages to have a higher chance to live, we need to be quiet." She shot a glare at one specialist in particular: Aelestra. "Do you read me, KiS-03?"

Then, to everyone else. "Are we ready?"




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The Spec Ops received a tip about a 🎶 secret tunnel 🎶 and found the entrance. Now they prepare to enter 😱


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Keisuke Shima | CS
Overseer | Enhanced Walking | Partner(s): Takeshi Ueno
Interactions: Beast Extermination
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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Every division was called to the scene, each for different reasons, but for all the same cause; Ibara.

With the inside of the mansion infested with Ibara members, the Beast Extermination vans had to go off-road, behind the mansion, faced with a wall of foliage. Beyond that wall, the calls of Beasts, ravenous.

The ground shook from the large feet crunching the snow and leaves within the garden, the shadows of the beasts cast onto the mansion peeking out from the other side of the wall. It was just like any other mission they’d been on before, with only the added feature of there being a surplus of Ibara members and Union members alike.

Unbeknownst to the hunters, the Ibara members in the garden had a trick up their sleeve.

Keisuke glanced at his partner in the seat beside him, nodding curtly to him once he caught his eye. Pulling the radio up from the middle of the car, he recounted the plan. “We'll surround the garden and jump in from every side. Those fences are filled with branches, so help each other over them. Minimize collateral damage. That means avoid hitting the mansion.”

He paused before continuing, “we aren’t hearing any screams of horror, so that means the Ibara members have somehow convinced the beasts to not attack them. Whatever they’ve done or are doing, stay vigilant. Otherwise, work as normal. Prepare and exit your vehicles now.”

The radio piece clicked back into place, and with another glance to his partner, Keisuke exited the vehicle. Gun in hand, he approached the thin bush fence, the only thing separating the hunters from the prey.




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spowoky beasts in the garden oh noooo!! good thing pest control is here to save the day!!


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Aelestra Axel | CS
Escort | Cyrokinesis | Partner(s): Renji
Interactions: Spec Ops
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Leaning against the furthest wall of the office, Aelestra glared at the rest of the specialists surrounding the entrance of the secret tunnel. Traversing a confined space with the rest of these idiots was less than ideal to her. She folded her arms over her chest, her nails digging into the sides of her arms in annoyance. There were too many of them in this operation, did they really need this many specialists to take down the damned cultists? Annoying. So damn annoying and stupid. If it were up to her, she’d storm in there and kill every single one of them without hesitation. Hostages be damned.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t up to her as she found herself frowning even more than usual at their captain. Aelestra absolutely hated her and when Reiza addressed her specifically, she could feel her blood boil. She gritted her teeth underneath her mask, her eyebrows furrowing as deep as they could as she glared at her for an absurd amount of time. Had she acted on impulse, she would have lunged forward and punched the captain square in the jaw. However, a glimpse of orange restrained her from doing so.

‘I’m not the one who’s fucking talking.’ She signed aggressively, following the gesture with a middle finger. Who the hell cared about the fucking hostages anyways?




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Ael angy


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Chouko Chibana |
Escort | Directed Hallucinations | Partner ⬘ Lilith Knightingale
Interactions ⬘ Montique Archambeau ( AriAriAbabwa AriAriAbabwa ), Law Enforcement
Mentions ⬘ Lilith Knightingale ( angel doe angel doe )
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Mission Logs

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Tracing the outline of the millionaire’s mansion on the walls of the truck, Chouko considered it through the tiny window near her seat. Kotone Yasuda had a very unexpected mansion.

It was an old-fashioned Western mansion that couldn’t have been a remnant of the times due to its location in Japan, and had windows that could almost be called Romanesque if one squinted and had astigmatism — really, it must have been closer to Victorian, but it was difficult to find so many arched windows in a single building during the era proper. And the shade: an indigo-gray that was more than a bit dreary and gave the entire ensemble a vaguely vampiric aesthetic. It was not at all what she expected from a modish youth with more money than sense — it wasn’t even contemporary!

She appreciated that immensely. There was beauty in allowing a house to be built whose style went against the common grain. Perhaps she would even have a chance to share a conversation with the owner if all went well. But that was a difficult ask, wasn't it?

She eyed the direction of the melodic singing and wondered if the tune had to be quite so hymnic. While beautiful and on brand with the religious fervour Ibara tended to inspire, there was no harm in trying something new after years of the same old. After all, repetition meant desensitization, and oh, the horrors of being desensitized to beauty.

As the Captain of Law Enforcement and the rest of the officers in the truck filed off to get into position around the mansion, she nearly placed herself across from the broken second-floor window before pausing at the last request. The residence was painting the picture of the classic haunted mansion the closer she got — minus the setting-breaking Union racket — and she felt the urge to see if there were really as many monsters inside as it seemed to contain. Besides, who could say no to a beauty’s solicitation?

Before her impulses could guide her fingers to the PTT button, her feeble self-preservation instincts and thoughts of Lilith kicked in. Would her partner follow her out of loyalty? Or would she choose to go anyway out of wrath? And what were her chances of breathing her last in the process? In her moment of indecision, Goze spoke.

Flicking her eyes up to the Ibara Overseer, she decided. The Sakura had a message. Of course, the message could be an abstract statement like a targeted bombing of Union messengers, but she anticipated the odds were not nearly as likely as the literal definition. The act of pacification was still better than an immediate attack, and surely the Sakura would not off their right-hand woman so soon.

Clicking the radio on, nevermind that Archambeau was a couple steps away, she mimed an entirely unnecessary salute before saying,
“YL-55 at Captain's three o’clock. I volunteer to bring the telephone line into the mansion.”




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Chouko volunteers to bring telephone line

 
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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Roseya Ilana | CS
Escort | Beast Form | Partner(s): Kirigaya Reiza, Natalia Schwarz
Interactions: Spec Ops. Alestra ( Beann Beann )
Subject:
Mission Logs​


1684951757747.pngHer hands gripped the straps of her backpack as her ears stood up tall, on alert. The pupils in her eyes adjusted, working to let more light into her eyes so that she could see further into the dark tunnel.

Roseya stood among the rest of the specialists. Since departing the HQ, she hadn't spoken much but was absorbing every bit of information. In the car ride to the location, she had studied the layout of the mansion they were about to infiltrate multiple times to ensure she knew it from memory. This wasn't the first hostage situation Roseya was involved in, but the stakes behind this one was significantly higher. Plus, with the media swarming the area, any wrong move would be noticed and scrutinized by both the public and the Union, when it eventually backfires on them.

The Deputy listened to the words being spoken by Reiza. Everything was simple and clear. Make entry, prioritize the hostages, and eliminate any Ibara that stood in their way. She gave a small nod and grunt of acknowledgement before glancing back at the others to make sure they understood what was going on.

Roseya's eyes drifted towards Aelestra in particular, after hearing her captain call them out. She could see visible anger in the other specialist's eyes. True to herself, Roseya watched as Aelestra moved her hands in sign language. A language Roseya could understand. After all, it would be hard to communicate on the field had she not known what the other girl was saying.

She made no comment about what Aelestra said, turning her attention back to what was ahead of them. Roseya reached inside her bag and pulled out a flashlight, since the flame on Reiza's spear wasn't providing enough light, and flicked it on. The red glow was dark, but illuminated their path ahead and the Deputy began walking ahead of the group. Her free hand remained near where her handgun was holstered, in case anything were to jump at them in the tunnel.




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Arknights | Texas (@dorimoif)


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roseya guides the group through the tunnel


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Barbara Babbage | CS
Escort | Self-transmutation | Partner(s): Takamura Kenjiro, Beast Extermination
Interactions: Takamura Kenjiro Nobody Special Nobody Special
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Avoid hitting the mansion? Tsk, the lollipop cracked under the pressure of sawtooth teeth that gritted back and forth. Captain Emo had a lot of demands for someone that was pulling out a gun to fight beasts. Not that Barbs thought that the added instructions would pose a problem, she was too good to let such a non-issue impair her performance. The redhead grasped the stick of the lollipop and gave it another two swirls as he droned on. Her foot tapped an increasingly impatient rhythm upon the floor while arms reclined over knees in a slouch.

Tap tap, taptaptap- The radio buzzed into silence and the tapping culminated into a pop. Barbara snatched the lollipop from her mouth and waved it in the direction of her foot that pummelled into the car door. “Finally!” The car door flied open and a freckled, runty girl emerged hopping out of the discreet vehicle with its tinted windows- being all but discreet as she did. A groan followed in quick succession and the red hair torched to swivelling attention.

“Cap’n Emo sure got a way to make everything sound drab. Ey up zero-six, I won’t have ya slacking off and get me in the shitter-'' Barbara squared her shoulders through a gruff and just barely reached the upper metal edge of the door. She flicked her wrist back and held out the lollipop to her partner.

It was a sign to take it.

“Does he think we’re some newbies or somethin’?” There was something so aggravating about that monotonous voice of their Captain. Perhaps it was how dismissively he delivered their orders, or maybe it was just the orders themselves that grated on her nerves. Barbs didn’t like it regardless. Blue eyes surveyed the garden and its foliage enclosure, the permanent frown deepening as she flickered her gaze up the mansion. Posh. “Dunno why they can’t just waltz outta there on their own, aren’t they supposed to be big shots or something?” Her eyebrow twitched.

The whole situation was dripping with incompetence, lucky them that she was here to clean it all up.





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TLDR
barbs calls keisuke emo and is using ken as her personal valet.


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Lilith Knightingale |
Overseer | Super Soldier | Partner ⬘ Chouko Chibana
Interactions ⬘ Chouko Chibana ( Ambiloquous Ambiloquous ), Montique Archambeau ( AriAriAbabwa AriAriAbabwa )
Mentions ⬘ yo mama lmao
Subject
Mission Logs

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Lilith stood beside Chouko and listened when the Captain spoke, but appeared incredibly disinterested as she filed her nails and waited for him to quiet down. It was only when Chouko spoke that Lilith seemed to perk up a bit, tucking the nail file into a sheath with one of her knives and looking at her partner.

So, Chouko wanted to be the one to deliver the telephone line?

I suppose that's something I can deal with.

Lilith turned to Montique and met his gaze evenly, "My partner and I will take the telephone line to Ibara." She repeated what Chouko had just said, having already decided that the answer was yes, and didn't allow the Captain a moment to respond as she went to get the telephone.

If Chouko wanted to give the line to Ibara, who was she to stop her? It certainly sounded more interesting than jumping right into crowd control.

Besides, as one of the few people Lilith actually cared for, there was no way in hell she was going to let Chouko do it on her own. The realization of her own feelings made Lilith cringe internally, however, and her glowing crimson eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly with annoyance.

Having loved ones was inconvenient and there was always the risk of acting irrationally or carelessly because they were involved. Lilith would never act like that, obviously, but she had seen it first-hand and how it could negatively impact missions.

Shaking her head, Lilith placed a hand on Chouko's shoulder and gave it a gentle push, "Get a move on. We wouldn't want to keep the terrorists waiting."





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Image Credit

nixeu - character is yor forger from spy x family



TLDR

lilith decided the captain's answer to chouko when she volunteered to bring the telephone line to ibara was 'yes'. this is non-negotiable.

 
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Takeshi Ueno NB-51 | CS
Escort | Wound Transfer | Partner: Keisuke Shima
Interactions: Beast Extermination
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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“Alright, you heard him.”

As the Beast Extermination Division exited their respective vehicles, Takeshi immediately sprung to action directing them along, gesturing down the perimeter of the garden.

“Get into position.”

Armed and ready, he took his place next to his partner, Keisuke. He hadn’t said much to him on the way, nothing past the usual complaining anyway. It was a serious job, he knew that, and so he looked back to the rest of the team, glaring daggers at any that spoke a single word unrelated to the beasts that lay in the garden ahead. It was only for a second though, aware that he too had to keep focus, and he looked back to Keisuke with a grim expression.

“Ready on your signal.”

Takeshi fell silent after that, listening for the beast’s sounds, feeling the shockwaves from their movements under his feet, gripping his gun tightly.




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IMAGE CREDIT
Sakunosuke Oda - Bungo Stray Dogs: Mayoi Inu Kaikitan


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Takeshi hates you.


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Sanada Guren | CS
Escort | Voice Casting | Mentor: Otsuka Limo
Interactions: Otsuka Limo ( Nobody Special Nobody Special )
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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Within the shadow of a mansion whose vintage architecture was a stark contrast to the pristine quality of its walls, a redhead panned a stern gaze across the estate. His brows were creased into a vicious glare, as if he were preparing himself to face something unpleasant. Perhaps he was, given his history with the cultists gathered in the mansion. However, a closer look by anyone familiar with his mannerisms would reveal otherwise.

Stiff shoulders creaked, protesting the cold air of the night, while Guren slowly traced the word “person” upon his right palm. He wrote it once, twice, then thrice, before his finger halted at the tail of the final stroke. What was the next step again? The furrow of his brow intensified, but before he could continue that train of thought, a hauntingly familiar melody resounded throughout the estate in the form of a chilling echo.

Nothing tastes as bitter as his fabrication of a childhood, but that tranquil yet ominous hymn reminded him of those memories all the same. It was a melody that he’d once seen soothe many, but now it seemed to devour the very air they breathed like an ocean swell. When the voice drew his gaze towards its source, crimson eyes shook at the sight of a bandaged figure singing from a broken window. His nerves had completely dissipated, replaced instead by the feeling of stones being stirred up in the pit of his stomach.

Why was she here?

The passersby tiptoeing along the police line haphazardly stretched across the perimeter seemed to wonder the same. Not too far from where Guren stood, a lone pair of two girls finished filming the performance of the Sakura’s herald and bent their heads together to begin their next round of gossip.

“Isn’t she Ibara’s boss?”

“Nah, their cult leader never appears in public. I remember seeing her on the news several times, though, so I’m pretty sure she’s high up the ladder.”

“I wonder if the situation’s gonna blow up.”

“Probably. I heard there’s some pretty important people gathered there today, like the Minister of Defense and…”

“And?”

“Y’know. The granddaughter of the founder of Ibara.”

“Oh, gosh. You’re not suggesting…”

“Nonono. There’s always a ton of conspiracy theories about the Murakami family, but it’s all random crap said online for fun. Anyway, my point was! She attends a meeting with a bunch of important people, and- BAM! Ibara attacks. Are they keeping tabs on her, or is it a coincidence?”

“Maybe she has some dirt on Ibara that she’s not telling the public in fear of-” the girl interrupted herself while making a throat slitting motion with her thumb.

However, the conversation would end there, as the duo had finally noticed the uniformed redhead glowering at them from a few meters away. One flinched in surprise, while the other quietly and promptly pulled her away.

Finally realizing that he’d likely been wearing a nasty glare on his face while concentrating on their conversation, Guren rubbed the back of his neck apologetically. Getting distracted on top of eavesdropping on civilians probably wasn’t the best look for a trainee regardless of the contents of their discussion. He just hoped no one else had seen that little display. Well, what’s done was done, and the worst that could happen were a few nasty words shared in private messages. There were more pressing matters to concern himself over at hand.

Regardless of whether or not he’d be stuck at the perimeter, he’d never expected for one of his first dispatches as an official trainee to involve something as delicate as a hostage situation. Not only that, when he’d heard the name of his counselor in the list of potential victims, his stomach dropped. It was one thing to hear that something terrible had befallen a stranger but another entirely when it happened to someone you’d spoken to on several occasions. It was a chilling feeling, one horrifying enough for even Guren’s usual boisterous personality to quiet down.

Pinching his forearm to refocus his attention on the current directives from the Law Enforcement Captain, he stiffly situated himself beside his mentor.

“Are all cases this complicated?” Guren asked glumly. Perhaps he wasn't suited for this job after all. However, work was work in the end, and this was the current path he'd chosen. Upon being called to survey the area for any suspicious figures, the red-head announced his departure to his mentor and hurried off to the location where his next set of directives that assigned him.




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IMAGE CREDIT
Art by ふぉむなんと


TLDR
Guren contemplates Union's sanity while waiting on standby.


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Saeb| CS
Overseer | Enhanced Keratin Synthesis | Partner(s): Himself :)
Interactions: God
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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Slouched forward in his seat, his arms were resting atop his knees with his golden eyes glued to the screen of his tablet. They trailed right to left, up and down, slowly making their way across the void they adorned. Saeb was patiently sitting at the back of the transport van, reading through a collection of Japanese folklore, one of them going by the name of "The Two Frogs", by Andrew Lang. A short story with a nice moral, one that Saeb certainly agreed with at least. The moral being that it isn't necessarily always greener on the side, though it could also be interpreted as reality easily being mista—

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Saeb's train of thought was interrupted, and his attention stolen from his screen by the crackling of the radio. It was the Captain on the other end. Reiterating the plan for operation P.E.S.T.I.C.I.D.E. and ordering everyone to make an exit from their transports.

Following orders, Saeb got ready to leave the van. He laid his tablet beside him as he adjusted his uniform. He flipped his hood up, and pulled his maroon plume/ponytail through a hole at the top, letting it flow down his back. He grabbed his tablet again and slipped it back into his satchel. Saeb stood up to his full height, and clobbered his head against the ceiling, causing a loud bang and a low groan followed suit. The van rocked side to side a bit as he steadied himself. The transports weren't exactly made in mind for people as big as him.

Saeb slouched back down as to not have another mishap, and carefully stepped towards the doors of the van. He slowly cracked them open till he was blinded by the light. He quickly pulled his hood down to cover his eyes more as he finished opening the door. Saeb took a step down onto the snow carpeted ground, but the back of the van popped up as he was taking his other foot off and it got caught. His balance got disrupted, and he ended up stumbling forward on one leg. He tried to catch himself with his other leg, but the snow wasn't being very cooperative, so he instead lost what little balance he had left as he planted his face into the ground. Between him and the Beasts, there is a lot of noise happening.

A hoarse sigh escaped his mouth. A wonderful start eh. Those vans suck. After several seconds of remembering why he doesn't like vehicles, he got started on picking himself up. Saeb couldn't help but see if anyone noticed, spoiler, they'd have to be deaf, and immediately saw the Vice-Captain with a big scowl on his face. Granted the Vice-Captain always has a scowl, not that Saeb has much room to "speak", it's just this time it's a scowlier scowl. He really wished he didn't look.




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IMAGE CREDIT
Saeb - My Wonderful Brain - Mercurio_unu


TLDR
Saeb hates the van.


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KITANO HIKARI | CS
Overseer | Anesthetic Adrenaline | Partner(s): Akiyama Rinka
Interactions: Akiyama Rinka ( Roda the Red Roda the Red )
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Hikari was averse to cars in the same way flies were averse to rolled up magazines, bug zappers, or pesticide. So to go in a van, on an unpaved path, with no medicine allowed lest she get sleepy right before a critical large scale operation, was nothing short of hell. She might have felt déjà vu if she could have felt anything beside the sick ebbing and swelling. Staring out at the horizon and sucking on the fifth piece of ginger candy she had popped into her mouth this drive, she took slow breaths and recalled what the internet said about motion sickness. She had three steps already. Medicine was out the window. She had hydrated plenty. A distraction for herself? All Hikari had was music, and she did not want to start air drumming in a small van. To not be allowed to rock out would be akin to wearing a straitjacket.

Every bump, every jump, every sharp turn taken with too much speed, was a direct hit to the soul. Or stomach. But psychologically, the impacts felt like an assault on her very being. The red eyed girl’s gaze refocused on the green reflection in the glass as the van finally came to a halt. The stop jarred Hikari back to life. As soon as the doors were unlocked, she slammed the seatbelt button and burst out of her prison before she was supposed to get out. Overcome with joy and freedom, the blonde thrust a fist up into the dark in celebration before the sudden movement brought something else up. Her hand went down as quickly as it had gone up to cover her mouth as she staggered behind a tree for a semblance of privacy.

The motion sickness may have left, but its parting gift came crashing in like a wave.

With one last cough, Hikari stood up and strolled back to the van as though nothing had happened. The orders were coming in, and the grenadier had just missed out on the bit about avoiding collateral damage. It took the second half came through the radio for her to realize that she had jumped the gun. Too bad.

Speaking of gun, she had left hers behind in the van. Opening the door once again, she snatched her precious rifle. She inserted a fresh magazine with the care and deliberation of a gamer putting a dusty cartridge into a vintage machine, fearful it might break. The gun was equipped with nothing but iron sights and her trusty grenade launcher. Unfortunately, those pesky high value civillians meant she had been tragically made to not bring high explosive munitions to a mansion worth millions. What a terrible day.

Speaking of grenade, she still had her less lethal loads. They were sparklers in the face of fireworks, but boom is boom. Smokes, flashes, flares. She took out one and tossed it upwards like it was a baseball and not still a grenade with some explosive material in it before putting it back into her carrier.

The cool stuff that went bang and could result in the most injury had been properly looked at. Everything else had been inspected back at Union HQ. Next up was finding her partner. She had been with Rinka long enough to pick out that wallflower anywhere, even now, when his hair made him blend into the dark. Hikari pulled up next to him. Her escape from the van and the subsequent escape of the contents of her stomach had left her a bit out of the loop.

Channeling her partner’s powers of being an introvert, she mustered up the quietest voice she could.

“Uh. What was the plan, again?”




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M4 SOPMOD II - Girls’ Frontline (art by CITROn)


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Renji Tougo |CS
Overseer | Enhanced Regeneration| Partner: Aelestra Axel
Interactions: Spec Ops, Aelestra ( Beann Beann ), Reiza ( AriAriAbabwa AriAriAbabwa )
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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Despite heading into dangerous territory with the rest of his unit, Renji remained as calm as ever. Eyes closed and arms crossed, he tapped his finger on his elbow as the notes of a nonexistent song played in his head. Rather than let himself be affected by fear or anxiety as he prepared to engage with a group of terrorists, he kept the bad vibes at bay. Not even his prickly partner's negative energy could affect his mood right now. He was a zen master.

Unfortunately, a small bit of trouble appeared in paradise when Captain Kirigaya directed her attention toward Ael. To no surprise, his snow angel didn't take that very well. Honestly, she didn't take to most things very well, but he totally understood the reaction here.

Calling someone out before they'd even done anything? That was a pretty bad call on Cap's part. It was only guaranteed to piss Ael off and make her more likely to snap. She was also telling a mute person to keep quiet, so that made things even worse. How sad that their boss was so insensitive.

Even though they were already facing a bump on the road before they even started traveling, Renji knew there was no need to worry. He was a master of communication and de-escalation, one who specialized in Aelestra Studies. An Ael Whisperer, some could say. As long as he was around, everything would be A-OK.

Ever the smooth operator, Renji approached Ael from behind and gently lowered her middle finger, covering her now closed fist with his hand. Most of his face was covered by his mask, but it was clear from a single look at his closed eyes that he was giving his popular trademark smile. "Understood, Captain. So no need to go fanning the flames, yeah?"

Giving the Captain a salute, he pulled his little grump to the side a bit, still holding on to the hand that was likely to connect with his face. "I know you're not too keen on playing protector here, but the sooner we get them out, the sooner we get to go home. Besides, we might get a nice little bonus if we do a good job. A raise or a day off sounds pretty good to me." He shot the Captain a quick look before turning back to Ael and giving her a little nudge with his elbow. "And it'd be a good way to get back at Cap if you knock this mission out of the park, am I right?"

After trying to give his partner a little more incentive, he finally released his hold on her. While it was partly to avoid catching a frozen fist for indulging too much, it was mostly because the time for talk was up. With Roseya leading the pack, it was finally time to get to work.

The moment he entered the tunnel, the smile fell from Renji's face. Silent, he stood and checked over his equipment one last time. Pulling on the cuffs of his gloves, he followed the rest of the group, only looking back to motion for Aelestra to join him.

He remained perfectly calm, free from any hint of worry as he focused on achieving the goal. However, he did have a few concerns regarding the tip the Union received. Without knowing who the information came from, it was only natural to be suspicious. The fact that it arrived when it did only gave rise to more thoughts. There was no guarantee that there wasn't a trap waiting for them in the tunnel. It was important to remain vigilant as they tried to reach the mansion.




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IMAGE CREDIT
Tsukinaga Leo - Ensemble Stars


TLDR
Renji talks with Ael and then he go down hole.


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Akiyama Rinka | CS
Escort | Psychokinetic Detonation | Partner(s):Hikari Kitano
Interactions: Kitano Hikari azenva azenva , ( Saeb mention Kwayzar Kwayzar )
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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As the sun lowered, bathing the sky with darkening shades of purple all the way down to a cold and apathetic dark blue, tension rose, with important figures of society having their fervent political discussions cut short by followers of anarchy, foolish rebels with beliefs of superiority. A pivotal moment was taking place among the humans of Japan, and arguably the rest of the world as well, as the outcome would likely echo with repercussions all across the globe.

However, such grand matters bore little relevance in the raven-haired hunter's mind. To Rinka, this was just another day on the hunt, another day where he would bare his fangs against the abominations birthed by Devil's Wrath, leaving no beast alive in his destructive path. The ride was cold and bumpy, and the seats left much to be desired in terms of comfort, but above all, it was painfully long. Rin leaned his back against the backseat, arms cross and gaze turned towards the window, a seemingly calm sight only betrayed by the impatient tapping of a single foot.

Eventually, the van came to a sudden stop not far from the others, a tall and wide garden wall expanding through a great length. Even though he was eager to get out of the vehicle and perform his duties, a familiar voice through the communicators caught his attention, not exactly the same story for his friend and partner Hikari, who opened her door as soon as she could. Captain Shima's conditions were a little bit annoying, but not too big of a deal, Rin had no interest in causing unnecessary collateral with his powers, it always turned into a nuisance afterwards. With the instructions clear, he moved out of the van, snow audibly crunching beneath the sudden weight of his boots.

Walking outside, the hunter took a moment to observe his surroundings, the other hunters slowly getting out of their own vehicles as well, not like he really cared, anyways. Something impossible to notice, however, was the irritatingly loud tumbling of a nearby agent, even in the dark, it was easy to recognize the large frame who he had seen many times before, Agent Eadi, he recalled to be his name. Had Rinka not known of the man's competence due to cooperation in the past, he would've had a terrible first impression of him this way.

Eager steps could be heard from nearby, and quickly approaching. Hikari had approached Rin, asking for the indications of their approach."We cooperate to go over the fence, and deal with the beasts in the garden...And no damaging the mansion" He put a little emphasis on his last few words, knowing well that his partner possessed her own flair of recklessness, not too dissimilar to his own, to be fair. After a moment that the night breeze stopped momentarily, Rin's nose caught a faint smell of Butyric acid, glancing at Hikari, it was easy to connect the dots.

"How are you feeling? You can rest for a bit if you want, I can go ahead alone for now...and don't forget about your mask" Said Rin as he gently patted Hikari's back. He took a step forward, pulling out his own mask and putting it on. Now, he waited for Captain Shima's word to commence the operation, his hand tightly gripping the handle of his sheathed blade.

Temper, Temper, do not let the body act on its own.




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IMAGE CREDIT
Commission by Mingrix


TLDR
Rinka being edgy and angsty wanting to blow every single beast in the garden to smithereens, stuck waiting for Keisuke's command, Also worrying about Hikari's motion sickness.


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SHINOBU MURASAKI | CS
Mindspark | Temporal Neuroelectrical Hypercognition | Partner(s): Sora / YS-88
Interactions: Law Enforcement, Sora ( Historia Calamatium Historia Calamatium ), Chouko ( Ambiloquous Ambiloquous , Lilith Beann Beann )
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Murasaki let out a frustrated sigh, reluctantly setting aside her handheld video game device. Irritation etched across her face as she reminisced about how close she had been to conquering the final boss with a flawless victory. However, her moment of triumph was abruptly interrupted by blaring alarms, and her annoyance intensified as her momentary distraction cost her the game. Resentfully, she trudged towards the debriefing room to receive updates on the mission, and from that moment onward...

Upon receiving a distressing report of a hostage situation, law enforcement swiftly deployed their officers to the scene. Meticulously, they gathered vital intelligence on the location's layout and potential risks, while promptly establishing a secure perimeter to confine the situation and deter unauthorized access. Murasaki navigated her way to the command center, where the Captain was orchestrating a plan with meticulous precision.

Murasaki maintained an eerie silence. Her emotions went far beyond mere nervousness; she was consumed by horror. The daunting task of confronting Ibara, an organization she had been forced into and never willingly left, weighed heavily upon her. Adding insult to injury, that accursed lullaby echoed in her mind. Yet, as the horror intensified within her, it transformed into a seething fury. The sheer disbelief surged through her veins, knowing that she had once been an active participant in missions like this, albeit on the side of the enemy. The nauseating feeling churned her stomach, a sickening reminder of her past involvement.

Murasaki turned to her partner, Sora, and began to express her thoughts on the situation.

"Mmm, can you believe I used to be a part of this organization? It's hard to fathom. Knowing that I was once involved in missions like this, but on the wrong side... It's eating away at me."

Murasaki understood the grim reality that saving most Ibara cultists was an impossibility. Redemption and salvation seemed to exist only in the realm of death for them. Reflecting on her own fortunate capture instead of a merciless demise, she found herself questioning the reasons behind her unexpected fate on certain days. Mentally bracing herself, Murasaki steeled her resolve to confront and eliminate those who would have once been her comrades. She now embraced a new family dedicated to upholding the right side of the law and pursuing the greater good.

She clenched her teeth, her knuckles turning white as she tightly gripped her katana with a lethal hold. Drawing upon her ability to regulate her emotions, she managed to suppress the impending panic attack. The utter lifelessness that engulfed her expression and eyes was the most conspicuous evidence of her employing this power to suppress her feelings.

Inside the command center, skilled negotiators took charge, assuming the arduous task of establishing contact with the hostage-taker. Among them, Chouko Chibana and Lilith Knightingale had bravely volunteered to take on this challenging role. Meanwhile, in the background, the specialized tactical unit prepared for a potential assault, should negotiations prove unsuccessful or if there loomed an imminent threat to the hostages' lives.

Murasaki turned to Chouko and Lilith, the negotiators bravely stepping into the line of fire. With a warm and encouraging smile, Murasaki looked at Chouko, offering her friend support and confidence in her endeavor.

"Good luck in there, you two. May your words find their mark. We're all counting on you!"

Murasaki's thoughts raced with a blend of hope and determination. She yearned for a successful outcome and fervently desired the safety of the hostages. In fact, she pledged herself to contribute to the team's efforts, ensuring that they emerged victorious from this harrowing ordeal.






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IMAGE CREDIT
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Saki tells Sora her feelings on the matter. Encourages Chouko and Lilith.


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Montique Archambeau | CS
Overseer | Enhanced Comprehension | Partner(s): Mirai Aono
Interactions: angel doe angel doe Ambiloquous Ambiloquous @LawEnforcement
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Montique spun around at the first response. YL-55. Chouko Chibana. Although she was only mere steps away, she opted to use the radio. And where there was Chouko, Lilith stood beside her. In usual Lilith fashion, she seemed to be more concerned with her nails than the hostage crisis until her partner spoke up.

It may have taken a while for Montique to get used to such an attitude, but what mattered most was that they volunteered. "Wonderful!" he proclaimed. First, he found the megaphone again, turning to the mansion. "We are sending a telephone line for communication. We will not attack!"

Montique shrunk into the vehicle, grabbing the spool of wire and the phone it connected to. He approached the pair, holding the equipment out for them. "Get to the door and leave the telephone there. You don't need to go any further, alright?"

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On cue, the front doors opened, revealing two. One was a thin man in his 40s, the other a muscular foreign woman riddled with scars and bandages. They stood to receive the telephone.

Montique glanced at them, motioning for the two to hurry. He was quick to move onto the next task of securing a perimeter for the public's safety. A crowd was already forming.

As the two officers inevitably neared, the man was first to speak. "Y'know... not everyone here is a blind fanatic. Some of us just want to see this world become better. We can be on the same side if you choose." He glanced at his partner, who looked away with the same stern expression. "If you're willing to listen and talk, you can come inside with us. First and foremost, Ibara's responsibility is our well being—you and me."

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Approaching the mansion and the growing crowd from the streets was another pair of Devil's Wrath. They watched on, solemn-faced and with one goal in mind.

Okazaki Katsu, the bejeweled horned boy, pulled his phone out to record. "They always do this; using fear as a weapon to brainwash the people. It's disgusting. Ibara has only ever wanted equality for people like them, and they're treated like this..."

"Let's not be hasty," the woman, Handa Suzume, added. "We don't fight fire with fire. We do this peacefully."

"You're so right! Not even brainwashing can beat the power of love and music. You ready, Chi-chan?" he said affectionately.


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Goze paced the room in circles; the Ibara cultists occasionally had to step out of the way for her. Despite the chaos outside, the noise muffled and left only an eerie quiet for the hostages. Save for the humming. The non-stop humming.

One person broke the pattern. "Bunko," Noboru said flatly, staring directly at her. His stoic face returned.

The humming stopped. She turned.

Most of the hostages' eyes widened, glancing at each other for answers.

"Oh... Oh." Goze stepped towards Noboru, making cracks in his exterior. Yet, he remained still, even as she stopped in front of him. "It's too late for words. Too late. Too late..."

He inhaled. The words he wanted to say danced on his tongue. But they found their way out. "I missed you."

"TOO LATE!" Noboru fumbled across the floor, pushed by the power of her very voice. The other hostages (and cultists) grimaced, unable to blot out the noise. Noboru groaned, only hearing ringing. Goze panted, her ever-present smile twisted into a frown. Not that it lasted long. Back in her sing-songy tone, she said, "Please remain quiet until I say otherwise~"

Doi shook her head at Noboru with a pitiful look. "If you did what you were told, you wouldn't have gotten hurt..."

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IMAGE CREDIT
Vil Schoenheit | Twisted Wonderland


TLDR
Montique has Chouko and Lilith deliver the telephone. The receiving cultists invite the pair inside for a "chat." A pair of pro-Ibara influencers approach. Tensions ramp up inside the mansion.


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Reiza Kirigaya | CS
Overseer | Enhanced Elemental Resistance | Partner(s): Natalia Schwarz, Roseya Ilana
Interactions: Beann Beann Lucem Lucem FabulousTrash FabulousTrash @SpecOps
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Reiza's precautionary message was definitely heard. Perhaps taken the wrong way, but heard. Barring that, they were ready to go in. Reiza lowered herself into the tunnel first, brushing past her two deputies. She readied the spear, motioning for silence.

Fortunately for the Spec Ops, the march through the tunnel remained uneventful. Only dirt and darkness greeted the squad as they trudged through.

The straightforward path didn't last, though. A stench soon filled the air. The further they marched, the more the noise of running water became louder—they could afford to be less quiet over the stream. Soon, a light at the end of the tunnel appeared. The source was a glowstick fastened on a concrete wall.

The tunnel had led into a sewer system, branching into several twists and turns. They stood behind railings with the foul liquids running down the center. With the rumbling streets above, at least something other than pervading darkness kept them company. And fortunately, the glowstick was not the only one. Several of them were attached along the walls to create a path. Reiza motioned for the squad to follow.

They continued until a turn in the corridors. Reiza signaled for everyone to stop as the mumblings of distant conversation entered. She peeked her head out, spotting the light of a lantern. "Four tangos." They stood around a singular entrance marked by another glowstick, flanked from corridors at their cardinal directions.

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Three of them appeared younger than the other, each of them wearing a blue and dark jacket. An older boy watched over them; he carried a green book and sported a purple outfit. In other words, small fry.

"Yup, all clear, just like every other time we've patrolled this damn place," the white-haired boy said.

The girl with red eyes sniffed. "It stinks down here."

"What an astute observation, Nakada. You make your teacher proud," the purple-jacketed member remarked, not even turning his eyes from the book.

"I don't get it. We should be up there fighting the good fight!" the second groaned.

A girl with red flowers in her hair spoke. "I'm with Mori. I came here to change things, not... stand in sewage."

"Now, now, believe it or not, we're helping them right now." The older boy flipped through another page. "Everyone has their role. The significance matters not, only that we are at our 100% to get things done."

They quieted after a uniform affirmation.

Reiza gave another signal: Take them out.




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IMAGE CREDIT
Fire Mage | Gogalking


TLDR
The tunnel led into a sewer system, and Spec Ops makes first contact with unaware Ibara members


Extra
Reiza would prefer a quick and clean approach. But I say go ham 😏

 
IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Aelestra Axel | CS
Escort | Cyrokinesis | Partner(s): Renji
Interactions: Spec Ops
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Very slowly, her head turned to glare at Renji as he lowered her middle finger. She breathed deeply, more than once as her partner spoke to her. Aelestra didn’t give a fuck about a raise or about a day off. The fuck was he on about ‘knocking this mission out of the park?’ That wouldn’t work to get back at the captain, if anything, that would be playing in her stupid favor. Her hand balled into a tight fist, her knuckles quickly turning white as she fought the urge to punch Renji square in the jaw for even touching her. His physical gesture both calmed her down and pissed her the fuck off at the same time, like a boiling pot of water being constantly filled with ice. Before she could properly react though, he released his hold on her hand. A smart decision as she was just about ready to freeze his entire arm. Aelestra let out a huff of annoyance and then a grunt to at least acknowledge his effort.

It wasn’t long until their stupid captain and her loyal dogs took the lead in traversing the tunnel. Aelestra stuffed her hands in her pockets, slouching her shoulders as she walked slightly behind Renji. Out of all the people here, she hated to admit that her partner was the only good company she had. She’d rather die than admit that out loud though.

As the specialists continued through, Aelestra started to grow increasingly impatient by the second. It fucking smelled and there was nothing of interest happening. Maybe they were just walking in circles without even realizing it. She was starting to get fidgety, her nails digging into the skin of her thumb as her eyes darted around. This tunnel felt too cramped, she hated being this close to too many people. This could have easily been a two-person mission.

Aelestra frowned deeply as Reiza halted them. The fuck they waiting for? She quickly understood why they stopped though as she picked up on some faint conversation in the distance. Her body tensed up in a mixture of anger and excitement as their captain confirmed four targets. She wanted to rush in immediately and take her emotions out on whichever sorry fucks were up ahead. However, she couldn’t, not when she kept staring at the back of that stupid orange head of his. For whatever reason, she contained herself for the moment, waiting in silence.

Until Reiza gave the order to take them out.

By no means was Aelestra eager to carry out her orders but she was rather eager to inflict pain. Pushing past Renji and the rest of the specialists that were positioned ahead of her, she whipped around the corridor, casting stealth to the side. Aelestra held no bias, she hated everyone equally but there was something about the glimpse of white-hair like hers that made that particular male her initial target. Without signs of stopping, she charged the person of interest, reaching out to grab his face and push him down onto the ground below. From there, she gritted her teeth and released a flurry of cold, encasing his entire head in ice.




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IMAGE CREDIT
Hayan Park from Unholy Blood


TLDR
Ael angy and she freezes some dude's head for having the same color hair as her


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Roseya Ilana | CS
Escort | Beast Form | Partner(s): Kirigaya Reiza, Natalia Schwarz
Interactions: Spec Ops
Subject:
Mission Logs​


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Roseya followed right behind her captain, her lips sealed. The only sound that could be heard was the footsteps of the group as they proceeded down the dark tunnel. The ears on her head stood up tall, listening for any signs of trouble. But it seemed like the enemy truly didnt know that they were here. There was no ambush, no alarm. Nothing.

That isnt to say the deputy was surprised when she heard the sounds of voices up ahead, well before Reiza ordered everyone to halt. Roseya listened as the group of four talked amongst themselves. She could roughly estimate where each of them were physically, hearing the small differences in their voice and how it echoed in the tunnel. Her eyes glanced over to Reiza, waiting for her order.

It would've been ideal to take them out silently, if at all possible. But that was immediately thrown out the window as Aelestra rushed in once the order was given to eliminate the targets. Roseya said nothing as she quickly followed behind. Perhaps if they did this quickly enough, they could still maintain their element of surprise.

As Aelestra went for her chosen target, Roseya located the boy in the back of the group, the one wearing the purple jacket. He stood out from the other three, which made it safe to assume he was the leader of their group. As she moved towards him, Roseya shoved the other two people out of her way before lunging at the boy in purple, tackling and pulling him to the ground, positioning herself behind them. With one arm wrapped around the neck in a choke hold, Roseya's free hand down to her thigh, drawing her pistol. She placed the end of her gun against her captive's head, pressing it against their skull

Roseya wasn't too concerned about the others targets. The other specialists should be able to deal with them effectively. But this one seemed important, for now at least. Once his usefulness runs out, Roseya would have no problem pulling the trigger.






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IMAGE CREDIT
Arknights | Texas (@dorimoif)


TLDR
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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Keisuke Shima | CS
Overseer | Enhanced Walking | Partner(s): Takeshi Ueno
Interactions: Beast Extermination
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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The Captain’s eyes pressed together in annoyance. Already, the agents had issues. An absolutely terrible start, and they hadn’t even started.

Light from the mansion peeked through the hedge. Keisuke neared it, closing one eye to look through. Close to the hedge, sprinkles of ash were sitting in the dirt. Confirmation.

He looked towards his partner, his eyelids, like a friendly cat’s, lowering slightly. He slipped on a black mask, nodding towards Takeshi to do the same. To the hunters, he addressed, “don your masks, then proceed over the hedge.”

His foot awkwardly lifted up to the foliage, allowing him to step on it and find his footing on the sharp incline. He kneeled down at the top, letting his hand down for Takeshi whilst looking onto the garden.

The few mobile Beasts ran through the flowers like dolls, their moves calculated in a way much unlike them. However, they didn’t seem so aware of their surroundings… The immobile Beasts—plants that had been turned— were dusted with ash, having only been Beasts for so long… It was almost pitiful. Noticeably, there was a lack of people. Hiding, perhaps? Or inside of the mansion with the rest of them? It would be much smarter of them to be inside…

Unfortunately, Keisuke didn’t get much time to ponder the whereabouts of potential Ibara members. By the time he and his partner’s feet touched the ground, they had garnered the attention of the closest plant Beasts. Newly grown mouths, vines, roots, appendages that the plants were ultimately unfamiliar with moved with the motor skills of a toddler towards each of the hunters. Wrath, as with all Beasts, fuelled them.

“Move, move, move!” Keisuke called, raising his gun to a plant.

The shot would alarm the moving Beasts, finally getting them to run towards the Beast Exterminators with a shake of the ground.




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IMAGE CREDIT
me


TLDR
over the garden wall there are BEASTS afoot


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Takeshi Ueno NB-51 | CS
Escort | Wound Transfer | Partner: Keisuke Shima
Interactions: Beast Extermination
Subject:
Mission Logs​

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Locking eyes with the captain, Takeshi nodded in the direction of the others, before donning an even deeper version of his signature disappointed look. Slipping on his own mask, Takeshi jumped back into their job quickly, clapping a few times after Keisuke gave his order to snap any distracted colleagues away from their own business. Grabbing his partner’s hand, he pulled himself up with his help, swinging over as soon as he had a good view of the problem ahead.

“Surely this isn’t all they have,” Takeshi mumbled under his breath.

He knew better than to underestimate the beasts. This was Ibara they were dealing with after all, and they wouldn’t have pulled such a stunt without plenty up their sleeve, so Takeshi wasted no time shooting at them as they approached, moving away from the hedge.

“Shout if you need backup. Don’t let yourself get cornered, and watch your footing.”

Of course, with the sounding of the bullets, not only were the beasts alerted to their presence, but Takeshi wondered if the people inside were waiting for it as well. He couldn’t predict it, all he had to do was fight anything that was thrown his way and make sure everyone else did too.

“And let’s make this quick, people.”

He had the feeling time wasn't on their side.





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IMAGE CREDIT
Sakunosuke Oda - Bungo Stray Dogs: Mayoi Inu Kaikitan


TLDR
Takeshi hates you.


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IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Lilith Knightingale |
Overseer | Super Soldier | Partner ⬘ Chouko Chibana
Interactions ⬘ AriAriAbabwa AriAriAbabwa Ambiloquous Ambiloquous
Mentions ⬘ here
Subject
Mission Logs

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"Some are blind fanatics, some want to see the world become a better place," Lilith mused, pushing the telephone into the hands of the muscular red-head, "Which are the two of you?" Glowing crimson eyes scanned them up and down, judging them. They didn't look like much, truthfully, but she knew better than to underestimate anyone.

When the offer to go in and talk was brought up, Lilith pressed her lips together and narrowed her eyes. Perhaps this could be a good chance for them? Not that she really cared.

Lilith looked back towards Montique, then to Chouko at her side, and finally returned her attention to the strangers, "I don't see why we can't talk for a short while." She knew better than to make decisions like this, especially when their only job was to bring the telephone line, but her curiosity was piqued.

Glancing at Chouko again, Lilith rested a hand firmly on the shoulder of the shorter woman, "Partner, how would you feel about having a conversation with... these fine folk." These nameless Ibara terrorists saying things that couldn't possibly be true. Be on the same side? Yeah, right. The only side Lilith was on was her own. Well, that wasn't entirely true; if she had to pick a side it would be wherever Sybil was.

But that was neither here nor there.

"Say, if we're going to be talking, might I inquire what your names are?" Lilith's smile was sickeningly sweet as she took a step closer.





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Image Credit

nixeu - character is yor forger from spy x family



TLDR

just lilith bein' lilith
she's chillin'
agreed to go in and talk to ibara even tho she knows better or something idk

 
IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428
Chouko Chibana |
Escort | Directed Hallucinations | Partner ⬘ Lilith Knightingale
Interactions ⬘ Lilith Knightingale ( angel doe angel doe )
Mentions ⬘ Montique Archambeau ( AriAriAbabwa AriAriAbabwa )
Subject
Mission Logs

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Chouko’s lips curled up and she tried not to beam at her lovely companion; she could always trust Lilith to assert her personality and push her decisions through. Archambeau would not have rejected her offer, being that nobody else had recommended themselves to the task and she had no outstanding demerits to her record other than a few minor dress code violations, but having a near force of nature behind her back was reassuring in any situation. But now that she was standing by the doors, telephone passed and mission completed, she found herself surprised by the partner she thought she knew. She had not ever anticipated Lilith of all people to be cordial with the two Ibara members standing by the door, no matter how visually delightful they may be.

An archetypal cowboy, scruffy and worn by the years — is what she would have said, if she had not walked a little closer. It was clear the hat was more “Pilgrim” than wild west, and his outfit an eclectic mix of Chinese and pre-postmodern western trappings. If he was not Ibara or if she was not currently standing in front of her Union superior, she would have liked to ask what had influenced his particular aesthetic. On the other hand, while the less distinctive of the two, the redhead too had standout features to note. For one, the many cloth bandages wrapped around her defined arms, and for two, the simplicity of her attire that contrasted her lion’s mane of hair.

This is what she noticed at a glance, but she was certain it was not Lilith what had. Yet even without the beauty she saw in those two, she had chosen to stay and talk instead of walk away. Chouko took a peek at Lilith’s face and wondered if she was judging her friend using a scale unsuited. Perhaps her discernment was failing her as she seemed to see curiosity in those eyes. Or maybe her partner’s baseline required some shifting, and she simply hadn’t been in the circumstances to see the changes. But no matter what she thought about her faulty assumptions, there was only one answer to her question.

“Of course, chérie; never let it be said that I stopped you from communicating with the ones you allowed me to take a communication device to. I believe most would call that contrary to common-sense, is that not so?”
Chouko smiled at her partner, ignoring the burning gaze of her direct supervisor behind her and the fact that it would not truly be contrary if the intent was for another to do the talking. Turning to the members of Ibara, she curbed her smile without hiding her gaze.
“There is beauty in hearing the beliefs of those not our own, and I would not be squandering my time to hear yours.”


She thought she might have seen a scintillating headband in the crowds in the midst of her speaking, but it was but a flash under a lamppost, and her attention was soon taken back by Lilith’s aggressive request for names. Tapping her finger against her cheek, she added,
“Quite, common opinion follows that the exchange of designations is polite before a discussion. It would be fair for those who struck up a conversation to share first, yes?”




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Image Credit




TLDR

Chouko agrees to convo and acts just as petty

 
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