@Feisty-PantsTo be fair, all Aiden said was 'Keep an eye on her from time to time' but Ghost is just a perv with a power that let's him get away with way too much. This power is basically entering his own alternate dimension, in which he can travel great distances faster and watch people with hardly any chance of being discovered. The inly way to sense his presence is feeling the temperature drop for a moment every so often. Of course, Koto might confuse that for Ria trying to take more pictures of her.
The confusion is further compounded by the fact Ria is actually taking pictures of her.
@Raijinslayer I'll nominate Hana. Like a lesson that you shouldn't use mental powers on someone with mental partitioning vast enough to manage a metric crapton of insects. Things might get... complicated.
Also it would eliminate the whole "wait until she falls asleep and find out who she is" strategy. Because that would be too easy.
@Ermine I'd be down with that. Out of the current cast, Andrea's probably the one Hana'd get along with best. Besides, Hana as Andrea's muggle best friend would totally low-key talk shit about everyone else be able to give sage advice and some semblance of normalcy.
@Raijinslayer Oho, Ian's trying to find out Hana's identity? This'll be a fun time.
Don't have to know them, but do we really want the super awkward meeting-up? I mean, she wants to kiss one of them and they've never even met, which is totally normal in HS and all, but she told one of them all about her doom. How exactly does that work out? I mean...it's possible, but not likely, if they don't know each other.
Oh, I forgot to respond to this, and it is a very good point.
If everyone's characters don't have anything to do with each other, I think you might be able to spin the "Told X about your doom" relationship as something that happened when the group first came together? Maybe you warned one of us that you'd be in real big trouble if you overexerted yourself or something like that.
At any rate, Hana wouldn't want to mix the streams so I don't think she'd go out of her way to make friends with anyone in their civilian identities. Though I'd be down for her to know someone to know her by coincidence.
Fortunately her relationships are vague enough to work for anyone, so I guess I'll just sort that out when we get all the more complicated ones hashed out.
The school or the club? I'll do a bit of both just to save time.
The club I imagine would host meetings reasonably frequently (so it's actually an obligation and not just something Hana attends once a month and forgets about). I can see them arranging local field trips and taking on event photography duties around the community and school. They'd also have a bi-annual display/presentation/gallery thing and a themed monthly photocontest. I stole those last two from my high school.
The school might need to get talked about between the three of us since it's a shared setting. In general I'm imagining something a bit like Gotham Academy.
And with that post-morning madness concluded, the day slowly comes to a sleepy conclusion.
Monday, April 5, 2038
ENMA University Student News
ENMA University Compromised? The Hand of God’s Stunning Debut!
It is, amazingly, that time of the year again folks. ENMA University has just begun its 2038 Spring Term, kicked off by yesterday’s opening ceremony featuring a speech by our university’s local Level 10, Kotori Namashiya, and the dramatic reveal of this year’s entrance exam schedule, which were both met with thunderous applause. But while yesterday’s atmosphere was as electric as always, the welcome our old students and fresh-faced prospects had received was unlike any in ENMA history.
As many of you are likely aware, yesterday’s post-ceremony refreshments came with an unexpected, astounding and downright shocking display from the individual naming themselves “The Hand of God”, like the electrokinetic Level 10 mercenary. Unfortunately, this university-sponsored student news outlet is not allowed to personally disclose the specifics of the event; those keeping up with current events will gladly explain how the perpetrator failed to conduct themselves properly. However, we can attest that it was very poor taste and not satisfying in the least. Thankfully, it was resolved without further resistance. Nobody has been charged for this crime.
An official apology has been issued by the school, which can be found here
To get the full story, we tried to interview our benevolent, handsome, gracious dean. Although he refused to give an actual interview due to a prior commitment, he did leave student news reporters with some words of wisdom on his way out: “Tell them that we’re pretty sure we know what the other hand of god is doing.” Followed by laughter.
It can only be inferred that ENMA University IT has obtained evidence that the PMC Hand of God and the ENMA Hacker Hand of God who hijacked the school’s network and got porn banned from the wi-fi (a petition to restore pornography to the dormitories can be found here) may not be the same individual. Could this mean that there is a mysterious hacker who has stolen the mercenary’s identity to avoid scrutiny? Is this be the first in a series of unfortunate events? Only time will tell.
Really? Really? Fine, keep the puns, but at least be consistent in your italics with them. Cut out the petition and the misinterpretation of the dean's obvious joke, we need to remain credible here (and besides, that petition has way more than the necessary supporters). Keep the dean asskissing though, we'll get more funding that way.
Fix those and send me the fixed draft when you're done.
BTW were you drunk when you wrote this or something?
Did you just fucking publish it?
Mika Alkaev - Just Another Cog in the Machine / For The Hand of God
The edge of the rooftop was rapidly approaching with each step forward. The morning sunrays beat down on his back, just as the air flowed against his face and through his hair. There was no thought. There no problems. The world bled into a blur, and all that was left was the rush. This was ideal.
The blond-haired boy inhaled sharply and tensed his muscles. Then, just before the building beneath him disappeared, Mika kicked off the edge of the parapet and launched himself across the alleyway, landing on the opposite roof and shaving off excess momentum by flowing seamlessly into a well-executed roll.
With a wide grin, the Russian dusted off his courier uniform - basically a branded tracksuit - and stretched his arms out, getting a few kinks out in the process. He also grabbed the strap of his messenger bag and shifted it back over his shoulder. “Alright…” Mika mumbled, turning on the holoscreen of his D-Watch as he took a few more steps towards the opposite edge of the building, “I’m a bit early, but it says I’m supposed to meet this guy and drop off the package about now….” He lowered his arm and surveyed the area below - Rutherford Plaza, as it were.
“Don’t see anyone super shady looking down there. Guess he’s not here yet,” Mika commented, looking around as if there might be anyone on his little rooftop, “Still can’t believe they’re having me transport this much… Jeez. I know I’m good, but if anyone found out about this, I’d be done for.”
With a shrug, he began walking the perimeter of the building, searching for a way down. The architecture of Pyramid City was a bit of a mismatched at times - being some odd combination of traditional Japanese, art deco, and sleek futuristic architecture - but this meant that there were plenty of means for vertical navigation.
Case in point: the pathway he’d mapped out in his head that would lead him into the alleyway below. Granted, it wasn’t the most elegant of ways - it involved a lot of dropping and grabbing - but it would work. After a few minutes of the aforementioned dropping and grabbing, Mika hit the ground, his mechanical boots mitigating whatever impact that drop would’ve inflicted on himself.
Quickly exiting the alley, Mika stepped into the plaza proper. He looked around for his contact - still absent, unfortunately - and then for a suitable place to wait. His eyes fell on the stone bench in the center of the plaza, the one that formed the base of an abstract metal statue that probably had some kind of symbolic significance, and his body followed suit.
Let the waiting begin.
For Rouka
You have my approval to take whatever action you deem fit.
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For Aria
Aria's apartment would be paged from the lobby about one "Kirima Sasaki", here to pick her up (probably not literally) for that thing she wanted to do.
Xiro Zean
Sloth