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Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

“Hmm?” Truthfully, Ikue was half-paying attention to what was going on in the conversation. Or maybe it just looked like it. It was hard to tell over the phone to be honest but either way, she must have been noting down some of the discussion going on with her response. Naturally, she reacted as such when Minato finally made his voice known on the other side, followed up with his cunning plan. Whether or not any of these steps worked remained to be seen and it was clear he wasn’t telling them all the full brunt of his idea. But who were they to question?

If she were there, Ikue might have shrugged lazily. But given that she wasn’t, she only answered in full. “Heh, consider it done. You didn’t say which club suits you best so don’t complain if I sign you up for the knitting club.” Did Sarayashiki even have a knitting club? They would find out the following day whether they liked it or not. What was a bigger question was how Minato even knew the Student Council were hosting a meeting tomorrow. Well…who knew and who cared? Be it a grudge on the Student Council or information fed from Ikue, it mattered little.

“Meeting’s over then,” she repeated when Minato said his piece and dismissed the members he was done speaking to. Ikue would remain on the other line until the very end of the meeting, just in case Minato felt like pulling some last-minute strings of footing her some mystery bill that would orchestrate his grand plan into design. When all was said and done and the meeting was truly commenced, she’d hang up and leave their leader to his thoughts, eager for the next day.

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Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

I'll be posting on the weekend.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Do you folks feel it would be beneficial to have a discord?

@Courtaud

Up to you. I can go either way for it. A Discord would help mitigate some of the spam in the thread and is an easier way to contact people.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

While true, they would see the situation when they do come back online. As opposed to possible pages of OOC.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Has anyone tried to PM the GM.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Ikue can send you all on missions if it comes to that.

Ark Riders, Race Across the Stars

“Woooooooooooah! Now we’re getting started!” A roar of applause followed Wave’s commentary, hounding the air as much as they hounded the actual Ark Riders’ heels and wheels. “The Skull Rider looked like he had a steady lead but every racer caught up and caught on quick! Aurora and Warpstar are neck in neck with everyone’s favorite Roman knockoff getting in a death match with the other android! But what’s this? The Dogma’s got a personal grudge on the Skulldugg! Who’s gonna make it out alive!?” Wave’s voice was dripping in enthusiasm.

She was right however. The Skull Rider’s opponents passed him one by one with their own ways of avoiding the mines. It left him in last place, somewhere between Claudia and the open road lead. However, the race was far from over. The mines that once stuck to the ground like sticky adhesive rose out from their spot just as hard, floating momentarily in their rooted position before zipping forward. With a flip of a switch in his Skulldugg, the mines suddenly shot forward instead of back, magnetically attracted to each vehicle.

The Dogma and Spike were both hit with a spray of the spiked mines, attached to their back sides before detonating in a cascade of explosions. The same phenomenon occurred for the Aegis and Rema’s war chariot, although if the initial explosions didn’t deter her before, it was doubtful they could do much damage now as they clung to the rears of Rema’s mechanical steeds. But destruction was just a byproduct when distraction was the key to victory. The Skulldugg continued at its steady pace, bursting forward with a pulse of its back thrusters to surpass both androids and Warpstar, aiming for the Dogma.

A crack of sound and black smoke filled the air with the herald of Claudia’s launched attack, a weight crashing into the front of the Skulldugg. There was little damage, the tanky vehicle treading with wheels that burned the road, just as little as the Skull Rider’s care for the android currently crawling on his ride. Shattered glass met Claudia’s ears as her android successfully smashed one of the Skulldugg’s front shields. She probably expected a second to follow.

Instead, another, denser crack of sound hit the air and the android slouched lifelessly with a hole seared through its head. Only the racers closest to the skeletal vehicle could see the smoking firearm being holstered back by the Skull Rider. The vehicle sped up once, zoomed past Claudia and sent the useless android flying back with all its momentum. Back in the lead, the Skulldugg twisted and turned on the road as the track dipped into hard rights and lefts of looping curves on either side. One wrong maneuver meant plummeting off the side of the track.

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Tower of Fable

The horrors of the Abyss crawled out from the deepest pits of scum and debauchery. They were no stranger to leftovers and castaways tossed down their direction. But these new inmates, travelers of sorts, smelled different than the typical prey that scurried these depths. For one thing, they were strong, incredibly so, strong enough to pin the crab in place. The massive animal was halted in its tracks by Akiko’s Red Relic, water sloshing dirtily on either side as it attempted to still move via instinct and confusion of what was happening. Kanbaru was correct in the animal lacking much intellect.

No sooner was it pinned in place did a plan quickly formulate and execute on action. While Clair dashed forth, slicing at its heavily crusted legs for any leeway, Kanbaru wasted no time in flat out jumping the crustacean entirely. A flicker of motion was present behind Kanbaru and Clair could see the JSTR staring back at her from her perspective. Curious; not many could see the specter constantly hovering over the whale and the program seemed to smirk in this realization. Perhaps the thief was chosen after all…but there was no time to ponder this.

With strikes reinforced by cutting wind, the crab’s legs were harshly severed off one by one, sending roiling and rolling waves of the Lagoon’s pools up high from impact and filling the air with crab scent. The Abyss denizen let out a horrendous and gurgling screech, waving its meaty claws about to smack at Clair on either side while also trying to protect its limbs. In doing so, it left itself open to Kanbaru’s vicious attack. Sprays of hot, arid bubbles streamed forth from the crab’s now exposed maw and its body shook backwards with kinetic force with each attack.

Akiko’s hold on it was straining and weakening and the crab’s violent bucks from being mauled broke the Relic’s control. It skittered haphazardly right in the direction of the two newcomers watching from the lowlight rocks. It was this sight that Riku was charging straight into, the crab all but dead as it tripped over itself, sending more waves everywhere and hurtling towards the newcomers. The Lagoon shook and ruptured from the violent display and with it came the hiss of more bubbles filling the air, the sound of water cascading as more pools suddenly “rose”. More crabs were awoken from the noise and clash of the fight, each one slowly skittering towards the source.

It was also the first thing Katie witnessed as she manifested in the Lagoon. “….not even gonna touch that,” she told herself, watching from the shadows both at the brutal takedown and the other crabs stirred from their slumber. No, this was a fight that wasn’t her problem. Reaching in her pocket, she fished out her only Serei Card as it flashed once, a magical rune that nearly resembled an eye opening up in front of it. “Alright Ciel show me where to go next. Preferably not that way please.”

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Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Well, wasn’t this fun. The others took the news just about as Ikue expected to be honest and she was happy to see she could hear in on the conversation even from her side of things. Ah, weren’t cellphones just the greatest? As far as conversation was going, everyone seemed to fall back to the obvious plan that was lingering above their heads like Yūya’s cigarette smoke. Why not just use the first-year runt as live bait? Give their enemy what they wanted?

It was almost too good of a plan to be true, but then again, the simple decisions were sometimes the most glaringly correct ones. And above all else, Mai herself seemed to hop aboard the gang’s plan for her. “Hey new girl, that’s some real spunk you got there. Provided your face isn’t caved in by the time we actually meet, I think I can formulate a response from these observations.” Or in other words. “I think I like you~” The sound of something shifting could be heard on Ikue’s line of the phone; was she moving a corpse or just stretching? Who really knew these days.

Still, all of them could debate or agree the entire night away and no decision would be reached unless their leader said so. The majority tended to agree with this plan but Ikue said nothing in addition or subtraction for it even when Akina asked. After all, nothing was final until Ishida gave the order. Until then, the most they could do was spitball ideas as Ikue sat around on the other line. It wasn’t like she could really see what was happening on their rooftop anyway.

“Well, got any more words to say boss?” she finally prodded to Ishida. “As much as I enjoy the waiting game, it can’t possibly be too warm up there at this hour. If you just said so, I could have thrown this meeting in a fancy hotel and we’d be real gangsters, hah!” Well, whatever the case, she was sure she’d have to pay for something in this new development for them. “Just tell me whatcha need and toss me the bill later,” she added on.

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Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

I'll post later today.