[@Krayzikk][@Plank Sinatra][@Ayazi][@Write]

[B][URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmQD36OxGZk]Act (a) - City Side[/URL][/B]

Fifty-seven machines. Two Persona-wielding teenagers, a stolen drone and their guitar-wielding sidekick. If one were to look at the situation from any angle, it was clear that the odds were weighed heavily against the heroic group of youths. The legion was a mass of plastic and steel, rolling forth to crush the humans beneath their treads. Eerie gold lights flickered in the clouds of dust and vapour and fog of the battlefield. They would no longer tolerate this insolence. Whatever they had planned, they were intent on bringing an end to their obstacles.

Twelve drones total - nine peeling off from the rest of the horde to join the initial three - rumbled threateningly at their target, turning in unison to follow Hitomi's movement. Whether they considered her a threat or not, given the sheer number of the robots, was unknown, but they were not playing around any more. Once they delivered pizza, but now they would deliver death. Without a platter.

They chugged forth, a strange, yet strangely enticing, fog of gold fountaining from the mass as they closed in on the guitarist girl, their containers whirring to life in the same manner they would before launching their deadly volley of pizza. It was strange, how there was always that strange vapour oozing from them. Breathing it in was harmless, but something about it made one's heart ... tingle.

On the other side of the battlefield, the four mortars struck the ground before Kimiko's assaulters, but as the spray faded away, it was clear that only two of the drones had been taken out. One was damaged, the back half of its body gone, but was still moving towards the girl and her DRU. Another was knocked over onto its side, unable to move.

Fifty-five drones.

Another ten were converging on Kimiko as well.

And another ten on Daisuke's prone form.

The burning truck was mere metres away.
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[b]NPC: Drama Clubroom[/B]

"Yeah, club captain. Kaede-san ... he went somewhere."

He was tired. The drama club member's memories of the event were unclear, shaky, and there was little more he could offer Lala.

However, there was a slight trail of blood leading out of the clubroom.

Not obvious, but the droplets seemed to exit in a sequence down the hallway. They were distant to one another, and irregularly placed, but there was a trail.