[@Write][@Ayazi]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbORjWw_6No][b]Act (a).1 - City Side[/B][/url]

Without the attack-boosting spells that Kimiko's Persona possessed, Hitomi's attempt to stall the pizza-delivery drones with stolen carbonated liquids was not particularly effective, the fizzling soda splashing over two of the closest machines with very little impact. In fact, the amount of damage the teenaged girl had managed to do to them was, in essence, practically zero. The first DRU, the one that she had left as a victim of its fellows' pizza-slicing attacks, was a bit worse for wear, given its pastry, sauce and topping covered frame, and dented front from the force behind the blows, but it was already reuniting with the rest of its colleagues to surround the girl. The second of her victims, the one she had forcibly removed the bottles from, had already sealed shut its compartment, pushing her off its body in the process, and was clearly preparing a fireball, if the heat radiating off it was any indication.

Hitomi, it seemed, was in quite a pinch.

Surrounded by twelve drones, the golden fog they emanated seemed to fall over her.

And something within her

seemed

to

[i]click[/i]

[right]I am thou ...[/right]

~~

Although thirty-two out of the fifty-surviving drones (not including the one that Kimiko had brainwashed into serving her every whim) were occupied with crushing three teenagers with attitude under their fearsome, pizza-delivering treads, there were still twenty-three of them remaining, and twelve of them had broken off from the rest of the legion, optics flickering red for the barest of moments before returning to their ... standard sickly gold, having clearly noticed the presence of Arina.

They were already in motion, twelve drones in a triangular formation rolling across the street towards where the girl was attempting to film the proceedings with a camera, golden gas flowing off them like an ethereal mist.

They were ready to kill her.
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[b]NPC: Uchima Senior High[/B]

The trail of blood was growing fainter and fainter, more distant and more distant from one another. It would require Lala to keep her eyes peeled for any sign to follow, but there was certainly a path present. However, in her pursuit of wherever it was that the blood would lead and the mystery of the drama clubroom, she would accidentally bump into a large, gakuran-adorned student.

Said student seemed to be rocking a hairstyle similar to that of the greaser subculture, and looked quite intimidating, albeit in the bland, JRPG monster boss minion sense. He looked rather peeved at the sudden collision, even though it had barely affected him.

"Oi, watch where yer goin'."

It was quite clear that this teenager was a delinquent.