[@Zobozun]

[b]Sasori and Co. Investigations[/B]

"If you have your entire inventory, you're free to move in now if you want," replied the woman.

She rose smoothly from the chair, pausing for the merest of seconds to scratch an itch on her neck, before training her crimson eyes upon Aiko once more. A welcoming smile danced across her face. One could, if they wished to do so, compare it to a child's face lighting up in front of a candy store, but despite the sense of positivity about the woman's expression, it really wasn't exuberant at all. More ... genial.

"Just follow me," she said, moving towards a small corridor that joined into the main office. There was set of stairs heading upwards to the second floor, while right next to it was a series of descending steps into the darkness. It appeared that the agency had a basement as well.

"Your room is upstairs," she explained, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the staircase. "There's only a bed and a table right now, in regards to furnishings."
[hr][@finalends]

[B]NPC: Drama Clubroom[/B]

The boy laughed. It was a short, bitter laugh. A sound that seemed as confused and questioning as Lala's inquiry had been.

"Did anything happen?" he repeated, voice weak and shaking his head. "I don't even know where to start. We were just ..."

He flapped his hands around uselessly. He was having difficulty explaining.

"Just ... I don't even know, and it's just ..."

He stopped, dropping his flailing limbs back down against his lap. He was truly, truly downcast.

"It's not sticking in my mind," he admitted. "All I remember is ... something, and then I see Kaede-san running like, just ..."
[hr][@Krayzikk] [@Plank Sinatra] [@Write] [@Ayazi]

[b]Act (a) - City Side[/b]

The third of the hapless machines that had sought to burn Kimiko alive was crushed by the repeated blows of Benkei. As dangerous as they were, with their mighty pizza strikes and ability to set their foes on fire, they were still vulnerable to the power of such a frightening Persona. Indeed, with the loss of that one drone, the numbers remaining were now fifty-seven. The humans had turned the tide somewhat, but they were still horribly outnumbered.

And the machines would take advantage of that.

Three more rapidly moved to attack the newcomer to the battlefield, Hitomi. They rolled along the ground in their strangely intimidating manner, golden optics flashing rapidly, as they sent a trio of deadly, spinning wheels of pizza death towards the Persona-less young girl. Even at the same time, four of the machines mercilessly manoeuvred to meet Kimiko head-on, and instead of launching their balls of fire ...

Only glittering shards of ice, sharp and jagged and deadly, came flying in her direction.

Who would Daisuke protect?