"Let's see here... One, two, three... Four is it?" A woman muttered to herself as she leaned back in her computer chair. "Not that it's a problem I guess. Means we have six as opposed to two." Then, there was a knock at the front door and the woman jumped straight out of her chair. "Shit!" She screamed internally. Who the hell could it be? She didn't leave any tracks, so it shouldn't be the police. With a sigh, she stood up and walked out of her bedroom into the main kitchen/living room. Finally at the front door, she peered out the peephole... Once confirming who it was, she sighed in relief and opened the door. "Hello there, Mrs. Yamada. You gave me a bit of a scare."
On the other side of the door was a little old lady with a container in her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry. We just had some leftovers and figured you wouldn't make food again. You should get off that computer every now and then, Manaka."
Manaka took the container and scratched her head. "I mean, it's part of my job."
Mrs. Yamada just sighed and walked back home. "I hope you enjoy your food, dear." She opened her door and disappeared inside.
Manaka closed her door and looked at the time. "Still an hour until the meeting. Guess I can eat this and get the right clothes on." So she did. The Yamadas had some tofu. Some sauce on that and it'd be ready to eat. She hadn't ate all day, so it was gone rather quickly. With that finished, she tossed it in the sink and pour some water and soup in it. She'd worry about returning that later. For now, she had to ready the show.
About an hour later, a very nice letter-like thing was sent to each of the perspective members invited. They were of course slightly different. They all started the same though.
Dear xxxx,
I'm not your enemy, I hope you realize by now. In fact, I could be the best friend you've ever had. Don't ask how I got your Line address even though you never gave me it. You should be able to figure it out right? Anyhow...Each continued, talking about the reasons for each being invited.
For Noru, it spoke of his hacking skills with him having been a veteran in the field. "I've come to understand that you have not officially joined a team. I would formally extend a hand in welcoming you to Jormungundr. I have encoded a URL with three security questions you should be able to answer. At 4PM on Thursday, visit it."
For Ichirou, she spoke of how they needed a "thug" to help. He was small time, sure, but he was easily a boon to their unstaffed group. "While you may not have the highest reputation, I believe we can make a soldier of you. As such, I would formally extend a hand in welcoming you to Jormungundr. I have encoded a URL with three security questions you should be able to answer. At 4PM on Thursday, visit it."
For Fumi, really she just spoke of how cute he was and how she just couldn't really believe he was a boy. "You are going to be our mascot. For sure! I put a URL in the link, but for safety, I put some security questions on it you should be able to figure it out. At 4PM on Thursday, visit it."
Another similarity at the end was a veiled threat if they released this URL to anyone else.
At 4PM, Manaka is waiting patiently in EDEN. It should be any minute now... She gave them all the URL for her tentative server "The Snake's Throne", just in case one of them did give the URL away. It was better safe than sorry. The server was actually rather small. It involved a room and the throne in the middle of it.
Soon enough, three people showed up. Just the three she was waiting for! "Greetings! Welcome to the tentative meeting place for Jormungundr! Well, tentatively. My name... Is just Manaka. For now." Manaka was a young looking woman with a black-purple turtleneck dress that went down to her thighs. In addition, she wore black tights and a pair of knee-high boots.
"Perhaps you'd like to introduce yourselves to each other! Do you like my throne? Isn't Fumi here absolutely adorable?" It was a trail of questions, but she didn't really let up easily. "You can also tell me how beautiful I am!" She added, not seeming at all embarrassed.
Fish of Oblivion,
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Apollosarcher,
Tenderly,
Not a Sayan,
VitaVitaAR,
Fetzen,
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Neziul,
erikh
In that, we're all fugitives. My idea is just my character just has a record of some sort. I'm saying he committed capital murder, just probably angered the wrong corrupt official that might've led to some bribes of a specific judicial system of an already-corrupt country. *whistles innocently*
