Psyker Landshark

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The Striker

Appearance

Gear

B A S I C S

N A M E
Yuria Alikov

A L I A S
Striker

A G E
22

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
Currently unaligned. Has taken low-level jobs against gangs and bounties for each of the three major corporations. Will probably sign on with the first to give her a big gig.

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Stands at about 6'1. Toned muscle, athletic build. Prefers to wear business casual when off the job and in public.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Reserved, stoic, and no-nonsense. Tends to be focused on the job at hand and dislikes taking crap from or playing mind games with people. About as socially subtle as a bull in a china shop.

L I K E S

• Guns
• Any type of music that's fast and energetic
• Alcohol
• Sweets
• Flexibility and an ability to roll with the punches

D I S L I K E S

• Slow drivers
• Idealists
• Vaping
• Poor teamwork skills

M O T I V A T I O N S
Money and status. Wants to live up to, if not exceed, her parents' old reputation as Contractors.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Bisexual

H I S T O R Y

B R I E F B I O
While Yuria was born in Nova City, her parents were a different story. Both were foreigners brought in by the corporations as Contractors, with them eventually meeting and working as a husband and wife team. While Yuria had a decent middle-class upbringing, she was also given combat training by both of her parents, as working in the underworld gave them a healthy appreciation for constant preparation and vigiliance. Too bad that didn't last long for them.

Both of Yuria's parents died on the same job in her late teenage years, leaving her with little to her name as their assets were seized according to their debts. Their contacts, corporate or otherwise, all dried up, either refusing to give an unproven teenager the time of day or unwilling to let her enter this line of work. Thus, unwilling to live an ordinary life and wishing to live up to her parents' legacy, Yuria took her first steps into the underworld.

Over the last few years, Yuria has made a small name for herself as a low-level Contractor, doing good work in sweeping up gang operations and chasing down bounties. The contacts and reputation she established have been enough to get her foot in the door with some of her parents' old contacts, and she eagerly seeks to make her name in the big time.

I N I T I A T I O N
Grit, persistence, and a lot of bullet-ridden gangsters. Yuria's been working her way up Nova City's underworld for the past few years, starting from shitty one-person bounties to eventually running street-sweeping ops against the Stoats at the behest of corporate contacts.

S K I L L S E T

A U G M E N T A T I O N S
Low-grade reflex enhancers, improving reaction times and adrenal responses.

G A D G E T S

• Firearms: Has a small arsenal of guns available to her, but typically limits herself to one or two on any job to keep weight down. Always carries a suppressed semi-auto pistol, though.
• Combat knife
• Grenades: Frags, flashbangs, and smoke.
• Full kit of Resource War-era light body armor, scavenged and bought over time
• Gas mask with scanning visor
• Wrist-mounted grapnel launcher: offers quick mobility and battlefield repositioning

S K I L L S

• Urban warfare: Understands how to fight through cramped alleys and narrow streets.
• Firearms proficiency: Is a fair shot with most common types of guns.
• CQC: Was trained in martial arts, grappling, and brawling by her parents. Is a terror in close-quarters.

O T H E R

• Theme song

⫸ New World Order ⫷

The Striker

Appearance

Gear

B A S I C S

N A M E
Yuria Alikov

A L I A S
Striker

A G E
22

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
Currently unaligned. Has taken low-level jobs against gangs and bounties for each of the three major corporations. Will probably sign on with the first to give her a big gig.

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Stands at about 6'1. Toned muscle, athletic build. Prefers to wear business casual when off the job and in public.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Reserved, stoic, and no-nonsense. Tends to be focused on the job at hand and dislikes taking crap from or playing mind games with people. About as socially subtle as a bull in a china shop.

L I K E S

• Guns
• Any type of music that's fast and energetic
• Alcohol
• Sweets
• Flexibility and an ability to roll with the punches

D I S L I K E S

• Slow drivers
• Idealists
• Vaping
• Poor teamwork skills

M O T I V A T I O N S
Money and status. Wants to live up to, if not exceed, her parents' old reputation as Contractors.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Bisexual

H I S T O R Y

B R I E F B I O
While Yuria was born in Nova City, her parents were a different story. Both were foreigners brought in by the corporations as Contractors, with them eventually meeting and working as a husband and wife team. While Yuria had a decent middle-class upbringing, she was also given combat training by both of her parents, as working in the underworld gave them a healthy appreciation for constant preparation and vigiliance. Too bad that didn't last long for them.

Both of Yuria's parents died on the same job in her late teenage years, leaving her with little to her name as their assets were seized according to their debts. Their contacts, corporate or otherwise, all dried up, either refusing to give an unproven teenager the time of day or unwilling to let her enter this line of work. Thus, unwilling to live an ordinary life and wishing to live up to her parents' legacy, Yuria took her first steps into the underworld.

Over the last few years, Yuria has made a small name for herself as a low-level Contractor, doing good work in sweeping up gang operations and chasing down bounties. The contacts and reputation she established have been enough to get her foot in the door with some of her parents' old contacts, and she eagerly seeks to make her name in the big time.

I N I T I A T I O N
Grit, persistence, and a lot of bullet-ridden gangsters. Yuria's been working her way up Nova City's underworld for the past few years, starting from shitty one-person bounties to eventually running street-sweeping ops against the Stoats at the behest of corporate contacts.

S K I L L S E T

A U G M E N T A T I O N S
Low-grade reflex enhancers, improving reaction times and adrenal responses.

G A D G E T S

• Firearms: Has a small arsenal of guns available to her, but typically limits herself to one or two on any job to keep weight down. Always carries a suppressed semi-auto pistol, though.
• Combat knife
• Grenades: Frags, flashbangs, and smoke.
• Full kit of Resource War-era light body armor, scavenged and bought over time
• Gas mask with scanning visor
• Wrist-mounted grapnel launcher: offers quick mobility and battlefield repositioning

S K I L L S

• Urban warfare: Understands how to fight through cramped alleys and narrow streets.
• Firearms proficiency: Is a fair shot with most common types of guns.
• CQC: Was trained in martial arts, grappling, and brawling by her parents. Is a terror in close-quarters.

O T H E R

• Theme song

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Munehisa@Solace

Obviously, Nagi really didn't want to die. In fact, she was just a bit scared shitless right now. Not that she'd admit it. If she was going to bite it, she wasn't giving Okamoto any more satisfaction than she had to. Kind of amazing how much sheer spite was doing to suppress pants-shitting terror, really. What felt almost worse right now, though, was that nothing she tried to get the heat off Mune mattered. Fuck. He didn't need to go down with her. And then the bitch started monologuing. Okay, now death almost seemed preferable to listening to this tripe.

Mune's reaction surprised her, though. And in a good way. Nagi would have bet money that he wouldn't have nutted up and told Okamoto to fuck off after that whole spiel, but he did.

And then shit got weird. A costume change, some superpowers, and was that a spear? What the fuck? Nagi found herself so baffled by the spectacle that she almost didn't notice the bees releasing her to attack Mune and his...spirit thing. Almost meant that she reached out and grabbed one of the bees that was attempting to shift its attention to him, holding it down against the ground as she started beating it savagely with a brass knuckle while watching Mune manhandle the rest. Wait, was that a gun? Holy shit, now Nagi really wanted this Persona thing that he was screaming about.

"Wait, what? We're not sticking around to kick her shit in?" Nagi gestured towards Okamoto, but nodded reluctantly. "Fine, you got the superpowers and the gun, you get to make the calls. Let's skedaddle, then." She followed after Mune as they began to run, though not before flipping Okamoto off.

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「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Munehisa@Solace

"Oh shit, this is real." Nagi groaned in response to Mune, but nonetheless did as she was bid and pinched him tightly on the arm. "Okay, don't freak out. Don't freak out. Let's just walk in, there's nothing for us back here anyway."

As they walked further in, Nagi bit her lip in response to the scenery before them. Alright, she got it, there was some kind of beehive theme going on here. The honey was just a bit too fucking much. Thankfully, she was still wearing her school shoes and not her actual good shoes, so that was an upside, at least.

Nonetheless, even though they saw nothing immediately threatening as they walked, Nagi stuck her hands into the pockets of her blazer, reaching for the brass knuckles that she'd kept one of in each. Would carrying a weapon on campus have been a massive problem if she'd been caught with them? Hell yes it would be. But better to be prepared in case she was ever jumped. Not...sucked into some sort of bee fetishist's version of the school. Fucking shit.

And then they were attacked. By massive killer bees.

"Oh, what the fuck?!" Nagi screamed in both surprise and mild terror as she narrowly evaded a stinger being thrust at her, years of experience in a fight kicking in at that moment. "Mune, get behind me!" Nagi roared as she slipped her brass knuckles on and her fight-or-flight instincts took hold. Instead of flight, she chose to retaliate. Nagi slammed a one-two combo at the lead bee, aiming for the head to hopefully do some kind of damage before the others could rush in and turn her into some rendition of that weird American actor in that one old movie.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Munehisa@Solace

God damn it, she wished Mune kept his mouth shut. Thankfully, it seemed no one was around to hear his little quip about breaking the law, but if anyone had, they'd be screwed. Yeah, no. Just for that, she wasn't letting him try to worm his way out of actually going to study. And then he opened his mouth again.

"Mune, seriously, what the fuck? Why would you say that while we're still around here? What if someone heard you, dipshit-" Nagi began to chide him in a hushed tone, but was then cut off by what sounded to be Mune's phone. Well, that wasn't a gen 8 Hololive idol she recognized, so it wasn't his usual notification for a stream. She blinked once, and then the world around them shifted.

"What." Nagi said flatly as she looked around, watching everything suddenly warp and change. Okay, what the actual fuck. Unless someone had slipped drugs into her water, she had no idea what was going on here.

"Mune, please tell me you slipped drugs into me somehow for being mean to you. Because otherwise, I got nothing." She sighed, looking in resignation at the only way forward. And the smell. Yeah, no. This wasn't good. At all.

Honestly? This whole thing scared Nagi shitless. Crap like this didn't happen. But hell if she was going to actually show that kind of weakness. Instead, she forced a glower back onto her face and stomped forward. It might get them into even deeper shit, but what were they gonna do otherwise? Stand around with their dicks out?

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Asumi@Ambra, Munehisa@Solace, Ebina@Fabricant451

Oh, wow, this was pathetic. Asumi had mentioned Mune's little crush, but god damn. Poor bastard had absolutely no game. In fact, the attempt was so sad that giving him shit over it would be like bullying a small orphan child. That, and she was surprised he could even get it up for a 3D girl. Must have been running low on simp funds.

"Yeah, you'll get in there one day, tiger." Nagi reached over to pat Munehisa on the shoulder completely insincerely, her tone only mildly sarcastic.

That done, she raised an eyebrow at Ebina as she slurped her noodles. Beat up boys? Seven fingers?? Oh, for fuck's sake. The rumor mill really was going apeshit, huh. Not that this freshie seemed to have anything resembling a brain, but Nagi supposed she might as well humor her. If she let these delusions go on in Ebina's head, there was a good chance it'd morph into more stupid rumors.

"Uh, no. I beat up one. From our school, at least. And that's because the little shit was two-timing me." Nagi remarked offhandedly to Ebina. It was more complicated than that, but no one needed to know that part. Except Asumi. But that had been because Nagi actually confided in her about the whole matter. "As for the other thing, how the fuck am I supposed to know someone with seven fingers? Motherfuckers only have two pinkies to lose. You don't just chop off the whole thing at once like in the movies, that's bull. And no, I don't have ink, either. Dad would go apeshit if I did."

Regardless, her head whipped to Asumi at the next part of Ebina's ramblings. Son of a bitch. Four guys? Where the fuck were hers? God damn it, this was why she needed those rumors cleared up. How the fuck was she supposed to get another boyfriend when they were all scared off by rumors of her kicking the shit out of people? Well, at least someone was popular. Nagi didn't really have it in her to be mad at Asumi about that. It wasn't her fault.

"Well, look who's popular." Nagi ribbed Asumi, elbowing her lightly with a grin. "Use a condom, yeah? I'll get you some if you're too scared to buy them yourself." She snickered slightly, returning to her noodles. Though once they all went their separate ways, Nagi did wire Asumi her share of the meal over the phone. Even if her best friend was stupid enough to cover for the whole group, Nagi could at least do her part to mitigate the damage.

Once all was said and done, she headed off for the game center, intent on getting a few games of Tekken 8 in before going home to study. It was the year 2025, and that cocksucker Harada Katsuhiro STILL refused to add Kiryu or rollback netcode to Tekken.

___

April 24th, 2025

Nagi was going to kill Munehisa. How did he lose that (admittedly hilarious) drawing so easily? How the fuck had Okamoto found it? Of course, she wasn't stupid enough to look at Mune when Okamoto was giving the entire glass a death glare. Hell, she kept a perfectly bored poker face as the useless bitch walked around the room, trying to suss out the perpetrator. Yeah, right. Like anyone would be stupid enough to step forward and take the blame.

And then all her ire was redirected in an instant. Expelling the entire class? Bitch, PLEASE. Okamoto didn't have the clout for that shit. The principal didn't have the clout for that shit. Booting out an entire class of students over an unknown misdeed would get the parents up in arms. The school's administration wasn't going to risk that shitshow. At most, they'd get chewed out and put on extra cleaning duty or something. But the entire thing offended Nagi on principle. She was getting back at the cunt for this. The idea had already been fermenting in the back of her head for the past few days, but this lit a fire under her ass.

Once Okamoto stopped trying to scare everyone and went back to """teaching""", Nagi whipped her phone out under her desk, firing off a series of rapid fire texts to two people.

Mune, I'm only not going to kill you because I know she can't do shit
That being said, if you even THINK of confessing, I'll actually kill you
We don't give in to terrorists
Stay after class, you're helping me with something
Also delete these after you read them in case you lose your phone somehow

Tesso, I know you're on office duty today
Remember that shit with the spy cams Kono did to catch those guys slacking off on the construction site?
Bring one of those over as soon as school ends in an hour and a spare burner phone, this is unironically important to my education
I'll give you beer money in exchange

___

"Your stuff, as requested, young madam." Tesso bowed as he met Nagi right outside school grounds, handing her a small tote bag that she immediately stuffed into her school bag.

"Thank you very much, Tesso. Your beer money, as promised. And stop fucking bowing to me in public." Nagi slipped him a thousand-yen bill and turned to head back into the school, ignoring the stares of the few students that didn't have clubs leaving. They probably just thought he was bringing her some crap she forgot for club. Not technically wrong, she supposed. Still, there was work to be done.

Once she returned to Classroom 2-B, Nagi nodded to Munehisa.

"Okay Mune, here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna stand watch outside. This shouldn't take too long. I'll tell you what's up when we get outta here. Stall anyone that tries to get in, I don't really give two shits how you do it. Now get." She gently prodded him towards the door before starting to work.

The tiny little spy cam was set up in the small bookshelf directly to the side of the teacher's podium. None of their teachers this year had ever bothered to use it, and the fallout from framing another student by rigging the spy cam up on their desk would be too much to deal with. That done, Nagi fished out her burner phone and established a connection to the camera with the accompanying app. A quick check-over saw everything working smoothly, and Nagi remotely turned the camera off from her burner to save its battery life.

Perfect. Okamoto was going to be in for a surprise if she even thought about making good on her threat. Uploading the footage of her dicking around doing nothing during teaching time to a dummy Tik Tok account and spreading it across the school ought to do the trick. It'd get back to administration eventually.

With everything complete, Nagi poked her head out of the classroom, looking to Munehisa. "How's it looking out here? We good to bail?"

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Valeriya Zhukova

Dusk was approaching. By all logic, this was really none of her business. But, Valeriya wouldn't be doing her job as a spy if she didn't report back exactly what was going on with this island. She knew she wasn't the only agent her empire had planted here, but she was the only one in as good of a position as possible. That meant she had a responsibility to investigate. Damn it all.

Valeriya sighed as she performed one final check of her armor and weaponry. She'd brought two sets of each from Russia: one production model line as a control group to base her tests off of, and her next-generation prototype line. Tonight, she'd be using the production models. As much as she would have liked to field test her prototypes, the kinks were still being worked out. And she wasn't exactly confident enough in them yet to trust her life to them in a live-fire situation.

In truth, her preparations were as ready as they could be. The backdoor into her dorm was installed, tested, and activated. No problems there, for when she would have to return. She'd installed another one into the testing area as well, so as to let her leave after curfew with her guns and power armor. Now all there was to do was wait. Valeriya started putting her armor on, checking each piece over as she did so.

"Electroartifice Formula online." Valeriya murmured to herself in Russian as she put the helmet on, Formulae lighting up on the inside to provide her with an enhanced visual. "Railgun link established. All systems green."

Just then, curfew hit. The Starsteel Formula materialized, and Valeriya hefted her rail rifle up in one hand as she activated her backdoor with the other. A quick escape out the testing facility later, and the armored girl set out to the meeting point she'd been given.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Asumi@Ambra, Masashi@Zombehs, Munehisa@Solace, Akira@DJAtomika, Ebina@Fabricant451

As they walked, Nagi let Asumi carry most of the conversation, while only occasionally chiming her thoughts in herself. Same dynamic as they always had. Really, she didn't mind. More interesting to hear someone else's thoughts and not have to talk all the damn time. Of course, it was a bit weird when Asumi picked up some stray freshman to come with them, but considering Nagi had just let Akira tag along herself, she supposed she didn't much room to talk here.

Instead, she waited for a lull in the conversation to examine the freshie, knowing she'd seen her somewhere before. But where...? Oh. Nagi snapped her fingers in recognition.

"Wait, aren't you that freshman that came by cooking club asking if we did burgers? Sent the prez into a fucking fit after you left, so props to you there. Seriously, bitch just about lost her mind freaking out about how people thought the club was Big Bang Burger or some shit now." Nagi remarked offhandedly to Ebina. Shit, that had been hilarious. Good times.

___

As the group reached Obi's, Nagi's attention was drawn to two men in suits exiting as they entered. The duo, one man in his mid-20s, and the other somewhere in his mid to late-30s, paused and bowed quickly to Nagi as she walked in.

"Young madam." They echoed in chorus.

"Genda. Tesso." Nagi inclined her head in return, recognizing two of her father's men on sight. "Cut that shit out while I'm with friends, yeah? Fucking embarassing for a teenage girl to have two grown men bowing to her." She sighed, shaking her head. Punkasses. She swore, they did this shit on purpose.

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am." The two recovered quickly, loitering at the entrance of the ramen shop as Nagi noticed everyone else start to take a seat.

"Heading out to collections in this weather? Well, don't let me keep you. When you report back, tell the old man not to worry his ass off, I'll be home before curfew."

"Right. You coming in to the office this weekend, ma'am? NJPW's got a pay-per-view Saturday night."

"You kidding? Of course I am." Nagi grinned slightly at the thought before her visage turned stern again. "But really, get your asses going. I wanna be eating ramen, not blocking the entrance with you two."

With that out of the way, Nagi quickly slid into her seat at the table the rest were at, giving Yuri an apologetic nod.

"Sorry about that, Katsuragi. Hope those two clowns weren't starting any trouble in here. Anyways, gimme the regular tonkotsu bowl, extra chashu." That done, she looked aside to Asumi at her order.

"Swear I'll never get used to how much you can put away." Nagi sighed, looking slightly envious. "And while keeping your figure. I gotta work out to eat what I like without putting on fat instead of keeping my tone."

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Asumi @Ambra, Masashi @Zombehs, Munehisa @Solace, Akira @DJAtomika

"Fucking really, Munehisa?" Nagi rolled her eyes, closing her mobile game after she finished draining her stamina. Yeah, she recognized that alert sound. Hang around him for long enough, and anyone with half a brain would figure it out after the second or third time. "Going cheap today so you can throw out more red superchats, huh? Whatever, it ain't my money. You wanna ditch us to simp, that's your business."

She sighed as the group seemed to decide on Obi's. Figured. Considering Asumi's black hole of a stomach, she really shouldn't have expected much else. Of course, in her sheer hunger, it sounded like her best friend forgot something. Or Asumi had just been too in despair from Okamoto's piss-poor teaching to notice Akira.

"Works for me. Yo, Tanimoto," Nagi called out to their pink-haired classmate, who'd put it on herself to join in on the conversation. Well, it wasn't like she hated Akira or anything. Fuck it, she could come. Why not? "You coming for ramen too? Too damn cold and gloomy today to do much without a bite to eat and a hot drink first."

"Yeah, sure, Asumi." Nagi shrugged as she stood up, slinging her black leather school bag over her shoulder as she fished a plain clear umbrella out. "I got mine. You boys share with each other. Or with Tanimoto." She looked to Akira. "Don't worry about those two, they don't bite."