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After managing to convince Griff that she would be heading to the party herself, Ava went to the shower room, before changing into her military fatigue before heading back to her room so she could change into something more appropriate.

She...wasn't quite paying attention on account of still being shocked at her appointment to squad leader when the whole idea of the party was being thrown around, but she was quite certain that it was intended to be more of a 'fancy' dinner setting.

Given her family's status, a fancy dinner party such as a gala was not something unfamiliar to Ava. Of course, unlike back home, she did not have her menagerie of dresses and other apparel one would normally wear to such an event. She never really bothered to pack one, as it was a military deployment. They hardly would have time for such things, at least that was what she thought.

She supposed she should just look at what she had available in her room later.

For now...Ava activated her personal computer, checking on some of the replies she had received, taking the time to compose a reply of her own as she walked toward her room.





Ava then sent her replies, just as she arrived at her room. She then proceeded to look through the clothing she brought, ultimately deciding to simply wear her military dress.

It was, after all, the outfit specifically designed for soldiers to wear in official functions that require more pomp and ostentatiousness than normal.

Satisfied with her choice, Ava changed out of her military fatigue into her military dress uniform.

"Good evening. Apologies for my late arrival, everyone," she greeted the group as she arrived to the venue.




Signora suppressed the urge to roll her eyes as the Chimeratix member started begging Noblesse not to check the pictures on her phone. Was that really what this man was concerned about at a time like this?

'...Hold on', she thought. Why was she even suppressing the urge to roll her eyes?

She knew why. 'Because it isn't proper for a lady of good upbringing to do such an uncouth thing'. And that doing something that can be seen as provocative might end up making people have the wrong impression of her. They already did, even with her carefully curating the sort of attitude and mannerism she presented to the world.

But, well...she decided to start speaking her mind more and care less about those sorts of things. Might as well start now.



"...You are working for a criminal syndicate making use of a supernatural phenomenon to smuggle goods, and you are concerned over some salacious pictures on your phone? How pathetic are you?"

Her tone was haughty and imperious, completely unlike the usual demure and polite tone Hikari Kasuga usually spoke with. It surprised Signora how easily it came out, to be honest. Liberating, almost. Perhaps it was because she was wearing a mask, both figuratively and literally. Not merely the one she was wearing physically, but that of anonymity. The man did not know who she was beneath the mask; thus, just as it was easier to brazenly speak without filter in the anonymity of the internet, a similar concept applied here.

"So what do we do now?" She asked Noblesse, "I don't think the police would accept the explanation that 'a criminal syndicate is smuggling illegal goods, including drugs' using another world. But realistically speaking, the best way to dismantle them is to hit them both here in the Metaverse and in the real world. We can handle dismantling their operation in the Metaverse, but for the real world...that would be difficult without involving the police."

Then, she briefly glanced at the man, before looking at the rest of the group again, "As for this man..." Signora stopped, hesitating. She REALLY did not like to use her authority. However...if it would help, then maybe...

"...How essential would it be to turn him into a 'mole' so to speak?"

After inadvertently using her authority on her friend, Signora felt it was wrong to merely use it. Especially as it concerns taking control of another person's free will and forcing them to think and behave in a certain way.

But if using her authority led to the dismantlement of a powerful criminal syndicate...that was also a form of redemption, right?



Ava Lane






...This man was a walking HR complaint just waiting to happen, Ava could not help but think.

She wondered how Griff ended up this oblivious. From what she remembered from his files, he grew up in a fortress city. Perhaps the circumstances of his upbringing were what led to this? Or perhaps it was simply an inherent psychological trait of Griff.

Either way, though it might appear more comedic at a blush, and undoubtedly after a while, the squad would understand this peculiarity of Griff. It could potentially lead to hazardous misunderstandings should they interact with civilians or soldiers from other squads that do not understand Griff's eccentricities.

Of course...being a woman, it would be rather awkward if Ava were to be the one who discussed such things with Griff...

Well, she supposed it was for circumstances such as these that it was good for her to have a male counterpart also in the leadership position. She should probably brought it up with Astolfo and have him talk with Griff.

Then, as Griff said something about the dinner party while suggesting that he gave her a 'ride' to the venue, Ava sighed.

Of course. The party.

She had originally intended to skip it. But...rethinking it, she should probably show up as the squad leader. Especially now that Griff had specifically come to her room and asked her to come.

"That won't be necessary," Ava replied with a shake of her head. She then continued, "I will attend the party, I just need some time to freshen up. Please go on ahead and extend my apologies to the rest of our team for being late. I'm afraid that the simulation earlier tired me and I ended up oversleeping."

Her ending up oversleeping instead of never intending to come was a 'white lie', she supposed. But straightforwardly saying 'I wasn't intending to come' would not do either for the spirit camaraderie she hoped to foster among the squad.

@Dezuel

Ava Lane






"Oh? The message? Well, I wanted the specific messages to be private, so it would be less practical for me to come to each of you separately. But if there is something you wish to discuss further, I am not opposed to a face-to-face meeting. Of course, Shiva could use all of its arms, but with the Automated Targeting System, you could reduce the delay between—"

Ava started saying, answering Griff's concern regarding the message, before the blonde man suddenly changed the subject, his eyes landing on her chest.

"Touch!? You did not just—!" Ava said, before stopping as Griff's wording became more and more incomprehensible.

Fancy? Compare? Polished?

What was he talking about? Was she still half asleep and her brain not registering Griff correctly? Ava couldn't help but think.

Really, those words were not words typically used to describe...

Ava's eyes looked at her chest, finally having an epiphany of what Griff was talking about, as she saw her dog tag.

She sighed, "...I assume you meant, the dogtag?" Then, with an unimpressed look, she continued, "You ought to REALLY consider your phrasing. You are fortunate you said that to me, and not the more hotheaded female pilots on the squad; you might get reported for sexual harassment. Some, like Minerva, would probably punch you."

@Dezuel




Amari Residence, Evan's Bedroom

"No, I don't think she's joking. At least he said she meant it," Evan said to Richard in response to Selene's willingness to kill him. He turned to Selene, "You're wrong too, by the way. He said that the Sister can kill me. She will hate herself for doing it, but she will do it."

Then, almost resignedly, he shrugged, "Do you think possessed kids go to heaven?" before finally sighing and shaking his head, "... Never mind. Anyway, about your questions..."

"I don't know what he is. To me, he looks like a figure made of shadows, roughly like one of those angels you see in video games but with horns. He just appeared suddenly and started telling me stuff about what other people think. Only that, though, he never really replied back whenever I tried to talk to him, or add anything other than what other people are thinking, for example..." Evan turned to Selene once more, before continuing, "He said that you think he's some part of my psychic ability. But that's it. He didn't say anything else, like whether that's true or not or whether you're close. What is a psychic, anyway?"

@Digmata@Thanatos 7

Damn where's everyone gone.

Also obligatory Persona news.

youtube.com/watch?v=1osdiOAkBKc

youtube.com/watch?v=CL-q0HgfMOY

Honestly starting to get the urge to write up a new Persona idea.


Man...the P4R sprite looks a bit off, Yukiko's especially looks off-putting for some reason to me.





Seizing the opportunity provided by Noblesse, Signora let go of her bow, letting it dissipate into black mists and instead opting to use her throwing knives holstered on her thighs. Although the throwing knives did not have the sheer force of a bow and arrow, without the need to nock an arrow and then draw the bowstring, they would make for a quicker reaction time, hopefully before the Chimeratix member was able to regain his bearings.

Seeing Baron was going for the Chimeratix member himself, Signora turned her attention to the hostile Persona. With precision, she threw her throwing knives at the Inugami, nailing it to a nearby wall.

“All yours!” she then said, turning to Thespian.

Ava Lane






Ava was awakened by the sounds of someone pulling on her door's handle. Putting her off her sleeping mask, she looked at her device to check the time.

It did not seem as if she had slept that long. It was not the next day yet, as in it was not even past midnight yet. She also noticed unread emails from some of her squad members, presumably a reply to her review of the simulation.

She should probably read them and reply as necessary...after she saw to her current visitor, who was now knocking on her door.

"Coming! Just a minute," Ava shouted while running her fingers through her hair to make them slightly tidy up so as to look more presentable.

Ava then opened the door before greeting her visitor, "Ah, Griffith? Good evening, can I help you with something?"

@Dezuel

Ava Lane






Ava sat on her bed as she watched a recording of the simulation practice on display on the holographic interface of her personal computer. The recording not only replay a visual of the simulation, but also additional data such as biological data such as brainwaves and heart rates to examine the psychological state of the pilot, as well as communications from both teams.

A long time ago, such devices tended to be rather bulky, with several physical apparatuses. However, even from the birth of such devices in the 19th Century, miniaturisation had been a constant march toward putting more and more computational power in more and more compact form. As a result, today, a device small enough to be worn as a thin bracelet has more computational power than mankind's first space-capable ship, with its various apparatuses such as a display screen and keyboards being wholly holographic interfaces.

The one Ava was currently using, developed by a subsidiary company of her family's Albion Armaments Group, was even outfitted with mind-machine sync functionalities, allowing her to operate the device merely with thoughts.

For instance, by opening a new interface for typing all the while as she reached out for a cup of tea on her nightstand and took a sip.

The Professor had already given his feedback, but now that she was officially the team leader, it was only her responsibility to make notes of her team's performance. Perhaps even giving her own feedback and suggestions for modifying the systems offered by the Professor.

Subject: INFO - Review of the simulation battle.

Good evening,


...Ava stopped typing. Typically, to bolster esprit de corps and general camaraderie, each unit would have its own way to refer to the pilots specific to the units. For instance, eagles or lions or something of the sort. Or...mangoes and apples in the case of the simulation training they did. As they had not exactly settled on an 'identity' for their unit just yet, she supposed at the moment she had to settle for 'Pilots of the XJ9 Framewerk Project'.

Subject: INFO - Review of the simulation battle.

Good evening, pilots of the XJ9 Framewerk Project.

As the appointed leader of this unit, I have compiled my review of your performances in today's simulation training, as well as suggestions on how to take advantage of the Professor's offer to switch systems, if any. This is only intended as an overview and to provide my perspective, merely a suggestion and not an order or reprimand. If anyone else also have feedbacks to give, feel free to send a similar email, it would be welcomed.
















Having finally finished writing up her suggestions, Ava stretched, still feeling somewhat stiff from the damage feedback from the simulation, before sending the message, also forwarding them to Professor Lorenzo, Lieutenant Kaname, and Bugs.

She then reached out for her sleeping mask on the nighstand.

She had been having trouble sleeping since...well, since eight years ago, and it had been worsening with every deployment to the battlefield. Sleeping pills would impact her performance, so it was something she would never consider. After all, she wanted to be able to kill Cruxi effectively.

Thus, while not as effective as sleeping pills, Ava had been using an advanced sleeping mask for a few years now. Aside from providing pitch-black darkness to help her sleep, it also conducted white noises through the mastoid bone to help the wearer's brain relax. Finally, what was once the realm of pseudoscience, the mask was able to transmit signals that stimulate the pineal glands to produce melatonin so the wearer could sleep soundly, as well as signals that help prevent the brain from conjuring nightmares, something all too common among veteran pilots.

Ava put the sleeping mask on before lying down on her bed, finally ending the eventful day.




Amari Residence

"I know what my parents SAID our lineage is," Lucas said. Although his tone was still monotone, as was expected from someone under a mental interference, his emphasis on the word 'said' made it clear that he thought of the whole thing as nonsense.

He continued, "They thought that a long time ago our ancestor was seduced by an incubus and gave birth to a cursed child who had the power of an incubus and used it to seduce many women, but that’s nonsense. I never believed them, even when I was still a practising Christian. That’s just some old legends. If you want someone who is obsessed with this nonsense, it’s them. Always saying stuff like how Evans should be baptised to prevent our incubus ancestor from claiming him. ”

@Silverstein

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