Emeth

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Banned for using real name like a n00b

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Banned for being in the same boat

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Banned for being too popular, and having octopus noodle arms

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Banned because birds are precious and must be protected

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Too bad, I liked your character. Hope to see you around some other time!

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@TengenUzui96 Felt like we were missing somebody and noticed you weren't tagged. Any interest in joining this?

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Rika's face looked a bit nonplussed, getting mixed signals from Emi. "Ah, I mean, yeah, but... yes ma'am," Rika replied sheepishly, deciding against making any potentially misunderstood remarks about how Emi might want to keep her distance from Rika on account of the whole exploding dolls thing. "Yep... No heroics here..." she mumbled in admission, just a bit of wind taken out of her sails, having only recently been released from her second extended confinement in a hospital bed. It was a bit of a lie, as she might have "forgotten" to explain how her "healing" ability could backfire during her recruitment. This resulted in her being given a tentative B rank, which was fine. It was a familiar and comfortable grade for her; not too low and not too high, it didn't attract unwanted attention.

Rika sat as far away from the summoned demon as she comfortably could in the armored van, leaving an empty seat on her left. Her seat belt ended up on the right side of her as a result, which proved to be giving her some difficulty. She couldn't quite get it to lock into its intended place on her left without a second hand to hold it in place. Man, she really didn't want to summon a disembodied, huge, scary looking arm bound in chains and covered in scars just for something mundane like this. In the end, she gave up, letting the seat belt retract and hooking her wrist around a nearby handle instead. If the armored van really ran into something solid enough to stop it, and she ended up flying somewhere, she supposed she'd just shrug it off and hope the injuries didn't look too fatal.

She sighed inaudibly as she witnessed the successful results of the cinnamon roll heist. Oh well; it didn't matter. It seemed none of the girls here remembered her face. Maybe they never saw her to begin with, or perhaps her injuries at the time were just that bad. Either way, being incognito was also fine by her. "Uh, yeah, but... Just Rika-chan is fine," she replied to the cutie chowing down on her homemade sweets. Were there no men in this department? She thought back to Azazel, and wondered if supernatural beings just had a thing for making contracts with women in particular.

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Rika was, perhaps, looking just a bit scary at the moment. Between the anxiety of meeting her new colleagues and the suppressed rage she was feeling standing right next to a demon, she had slipped into her possession mode without thinking, wiping almost all trace of emotion from her face and causing her to look like a slightly angrier, goth Detection Doll herself. At Kaeru's comment, she caught herself, relaxing her expression, but only a little given the task at hand. Resisting the urge to apologize and introduce herself, she listened quietly to the leader speak, and exhaled in relief. She wasn't going to be fired; in fact, it sounded as if she'd made the best decision she could have possibly made. Also, though the woman who seemed to be her immediate supervisor spoke sternly, she was straightforward and made things easy to understand, which was something Rika appreciated.

Fifteen Beasts and a single Monster or low-level Devil. Rika couldn't help but think that she could handle this on her own, and was wondering why a whole squad was being sent. Is this why no one was able to come to her rescue when her home was destroyed? —but she would file that thought away for later. Right now, she didn't have the expertise or the guts to criticize the boss, given she almost died in an incident that she also thought she should have been able to handle. Perhaps these things tended to escalate unexpectedly. She also realized in that moment that she didn't know a whole lot about how the DDF handled things. "Emergence Gate" was a new term for her. The Detection Doll was also a thing—an adorable little thing. Her eyes were glued to it as she followed to the vehicle bay, when Natsumi suddenly called out to her.

She was caught off guard a little. She'd tried to casually slip into the group without saying anything, and was a little surprised that nobody seemed to know who she was. She flashed a little smile, relieved to find herself just being paranoid about any office rumors there might be. "Uh, yeah. I've fought a few Monsters before," she said casually, then immediately regretted it. It sounded like she was bragging, she told herself, though her tone didn't sound that way at all. "Uh, I mean Beasts. Distracting them is like a specialty for me, so... yeah. Let me handle the small fry," she hedged. Rika dressed a bit tough, but she sure didn't act like it. There was also the whole, being a foreigner with only one arm, with a barely-usable hand, thing. Rika wondered if her presence here made the DDF look desperate.

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

It would be a miracle if she wasn't late, Federica thought as she fast-walked down the streets of Tokyo, a plastic bag from a nearby convenience store dangling from the fingers of her single, open hand—remembering how her wheelchair-bound mother had pleaded with her not to leave home and go to work for the DDF. An outside observer would have thought she was leaving the country. It seemed unreasonable at the time and yet, as she continued to walk, she began to realize just how big Tokyo was. It was also busy and full of tourists in this part of town, which was nice since she could more reasonably blend in with the crowd—a rare luxury for her, and well worth the extra noise.

She'd put way too much thought into how she'd introduce herself to the crew. Some thanks for saving her life recently wouldn't be too mushy, hopefully. An apology for the trouble might balance it out and bring the mood back down to neutral. She'd made some homemade cinnamon rolls, but deciding that may be a bit much, had pestered the poor part-timer at the local convenience store bakery for a box so she could act like she'd just picked them up someplace. For whatever reason, saying "I brought these" came with a lot less pressure than "I made these." On the rare occasions that the gloomy-looking Russian girl had been showered with gratitude, it had left her so embarrassed she could just die, so she'd rather avoid that if she could.

There it was: the DDF building. Walking up the steps, she made to struggle with the door using her foot to open it before a friendly receptionist waved at her as she approached. Rika shot her a sheepish, slightly apologetic smile and waited for her to get the door, but she instead pointed to an accessibility button for Rika to push, which she hadn't even noticed. "Woah. Tokyo is amazing..." she thought out loud as the door slowly opened by itself, another feature she was not used to seeing in the sparsely populated district she came from.

"Um. I'm here for my orientation," she said a little slowly, hoping the woman could understand her accent.

"Your orientation is this way," the woman replied in English, gesturing down a nearby hallway.

"Ah, eigo hanashimasen suimasen. Roshiajin desu." she replied automatically.
(Ah, I don't speak English sorry. I'm Russian.)

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" the receptionist replied, a little embarrassed. "This way, please. I'll take those to the break room if you don't mind?"

"Oh, thanks... please do," Rika replied, passing the bag to her.

Suddenly, an alarm of some kind went off. Though it was unfamiliar to Rika, it wasn't a fire alarm, that much she knew. For a moment she stood there, considering her options as the receptionist offered apologies she could barely hear. Orientation would indeed have to wait, but Rika had no intention of leaving helpless people waiting to die. Remaining here would be silly, given the circumstances. She could go outside and climb the buildings to get a bird's-eye view, or simply try following emergency vehicles or catching a ride with one, but nobody in this part of Tokyo would know who she was and her particular contract abilities were prone to causing a scene. Instead, she looked around the lobby and nearby hallways, trying to figure out where the toughest-looking people were all running off to.

Suddenly, she saw the towering figure she would later know as Andrea. Jackpot.

"Um, miss?! Please wait in the lobby!" the receptionist called out uselessly as Rika took off with surprising speed.

I hope she doesn't eat all the cinnamon rolls, she thought for some reason. No, wait. I hope I don't get fired! What am I doing?!

Emerging into the meeting room suddenly, she tried her best to look the part of somebody who was supposed to be there. Unfortunately for her at the time, she'd been unable to see through the blood in her eyes when the DDF arrived to rescue her, so she couldn't recognize any of these girls—but of the other three girls currently in the room, her bets were on either the serious-looking black ponytail or the sexy redhead in the bodysuit.

"...Reporting," she managed, looking at the empty space between the two women, hedging her bet. Her tone was a bit too casual, owing to her lack of confidence in that exact moment and trying too hard to make her announcement not sound like a question. She had every intention of coming along. If they asked... her orientation finished up early? No, lying was a bad idea. She'd just hope they wouldn't ask. It would be easier to ask for forgiveness later than to ask for permission now.