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Rolled 65, 52, 46 = 163 (3d100)

>>1319943
>I have to do this. Press on.
>A Private Eye whose client sent them here.
>Pick a name.
Ace Gunn

Highest roll to Soul.
Second highest to Body.
Lowest to Mind.

0 Mythos Knowledge

Rolled 56, 43, 46 = 145 (3d100)

>>1319943
>I have to do this. Press on.
>A Private Eye whose client sent them here.
>Pick a name.
Ace Gunn sounds good.

Rolled 32, 26, 88 = 146 (3d100)

>>1319943
>I have to do this. Press on.
>A Private Eye whose client sent them here.

Ace Gunn is fine by me.

Body>Soul>Mind

>>1313562
Acquiring and Improving Spells & Skills:
1) Study, research, explore, train or take classes to discover and learn new spells.
2) Training an already learned spell or skill will raise it further to the next tier once enough [Progress Points] are accumulated.
4) The progress threshold is based on the Fibonacci sequence (1,2,3,5,8,...)
>Usually Spell and Skill tiers are named as Basic => Intermediate => Advanced => Expert => Master
>Alternatively you can label the tiers as T1, T2, T3 and so on.

Spellcrafting:
Spellcrafting involves fusing spells with various skills, knowledge and even other spells that your character has learned together creating a new spell or skill.
>The name of the resulting new spell will be determined by the QM. By default it will be "Cast A B C..."
>Your dice roll will affect the result of the spellcrafting. Lower rolls will result in weaker or negative version of the intended spell and vice versa.

Social Interactions:
1) Role playing with other players is a free action. Role playing with NPCs, however, will cost an action point to do so.
2) Collaborative Player-to-Player actions like trading, tutoring and PvP, will cost an action point to do so.

Combat:
1) Post 2 actions like you normally would. Your opponent will roll their own 2 actions.
2) To defeat your opponent, you must overcome their defensive or evasion roll and vice versa
>If you have not rolled an evasion or defensive roll then your opponent must pass normal DC to hit you and vice versa.
>If both combatants attacked successfully then it's a Double KO.
>If both combatants defended successfully then it's a Stalemate.

>>1313566
Links of Importance:
In-depth Rules Explanation: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13unrqxqUiX3G0rau6CpEu7Pd5FxEsXz54pfVS9PfGEs/edit?usp=sharing
NPC Database for Amsterdam: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vHPyhTZJMOZpHViv4I6oCXsyrMmFHOY-920jbFSxQds/edit?usp=sharing
Discord Server: https://discord.gg/pEEkNkr

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>>1313569

[======Academy Boards======]
===Academy Announcements===
==Upcoming Events:==
A transfer program between Amsterdam and Madrid Academies is scheduled to happen. Sign-ups will be open in 2 weeks(Turn 110). The move to Madrid will take place in turn 115
There will also be an inter-academy tournament will also be held within a month. We wish you the best of luck. For Amsterdam! (Turn 120)
[======]

>>1310058
[Aine Boros]
>40
Your skillset is a bit small, so it might be time to expand your spell repertoire. With your knowledge of Mana Projection and your Inner Darkness at your beck and call for now, you work with those two abilities to try designing a new spell for yourself. It takes some trial and error, but you think you have something. By infusing your mana with your Inner Darkness, you can ‘push’ the dark mana outward in front of you like a wave, forcing back enemies. It’s not the most damaging spell, but with some thinking you can probably find some good uses for it.
>Learned Spell Dark Wave

>22
Helia is clearly distraught over the situation. She wants you to stay with her, but on the other hand they are her parents. Maybe if you can prove yourself to her family, most importantly her father, perhaps you can earn their approval and then Helia won’t have to worry about this. You try to get her to open up about her family, but she tells you she isn’t in the mood to talk about them. Further attempts at prying only evoke a stronger response from her. This clearly isn’t going to work right now. Deciding that pushing her any further right now would only damage your relationship, you back off. Maybe with some time to cool down, she’ll be more open to talking.

>>1310087
[Gram Roderick]
>Favor
Searching out Cornelius you find him in his office. “Hey Gram what do you need?” Since he said he’ll help you with something you want, you ask him to help you with Katherine. You want to know what to give her for Valentine's day. “Katherine? Ok then, she likes simple things really. Don't give something expensive or flashy. Oh, and she likes old things as well, like stuff from before the 1800’s, or antiques that have a lot of history. If you're going to go out and eat, I suggest some place that has quality food, maybe the noble restaurant in town called La Patron.”
>You now know of the location of five star noble restaurant ‘La Patron’

>54
“I do have a task for you. There was an experiment recently to grow sentient tulips in the gardening club. Someone must have messed up with their spell because now there are man eating tulips. Go clear them out and I’ll owe you.”
>Task, go kill the man eating tulips in the gardening club for a minor favor with Cornelius.

(cont.)

>>1319973
>>WOMAN

>>1319973
>MAN

>>1319973
>BOTH

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"Excuse you!" The audacity of her to even suggest something like that, it nearly leaves you speechless. "I will have you know that is very unprofessional behavior in the workplace, and I am a very professional person."

"Soooo....you don't like Lawrence?"

"No! I mean, I like him I just don't um... like like him-"

"Why are you blushing then?" Marilyn grins, forcing you to turn away and hide your shame.

"Even if I did like him, you couldn't tell him anyways cause we're still on the job and that's against the rules."

"Oh. Then I'll just tell him after the party."

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You absolutely refuse to let Marilyn see your embarrassment, even if you can just feel the fact that she's relishing in it. This unfortunate timing has left your backs exposed, and as such easily get caught by the threat that looms around.


The hand that grabs your shoulder glimmers with dark nail polish, a foreboding warning as you dare a peek up. Stern eyes outlined with equally dark eyeshadow looks down at you, her gaze alone enough to keep you both in place.

"So, you two are the ones roaming my halls. Neither of you are old enough to attend here," she pauses for a moment before ushering both of you down the hall, "To my office, let's go."


"W-W-W-..." Marilyn chokes up all wide eyed, doing only slightly worse than you.

"A-Are you g-going to call the police...?" you choke out, noticing a fire alarm right outside of the office you're lead in to.


"No, I'm going to call your parents to come down and pick you up, " she explains, seating you down in the chairs right before her desk. "Unless you've been doing something illegal I should know about."


"Um, nope. Nope not at all." You attempt to hide the banner out of view, Marilyn refusing to look up at all. The woman, who you assume is the principal, looks over one of her notes before walking to the door.

"Seems there was reports of a third person, an adult. Let me go ask my hall monitors about this, you two stay here." She walks out of the room, heel clicking fading as she walks down the hall.


"I don't want to get in trouble..." Marilyn whispers, and quite frankly you're going to have to agree. How can you throw the best party ever if you're grounded? This is obviously divine intervention giving you a chance to continue this goal- you shouldn't waste it!


>Just run out, she can't catch you in those heels!
>Pull the fire alarm, chaos will help you escape
>There's an intercom on her desk, you could totally dismiss school for everyone right now
>Write-in

I realized that i messed up with cutting the gif, my b my b

>character creation time!

You are jolted awake by screams, the acrid stench of smoke and burning flesh. You leap out of bed and you catch your reflection in a shard of ancient mirror you found. You see a...

>Marauder, large and strong, bestial features prominent and obvious. You can overpower any human but may be outsmarted easily by them. (Write in beast features. increased size and claws are already present. Ex- large jaws, slitted pupils, scaly/furry hide, tail, etc)

>A lean and scarred Tainted. You could pass for human if you covered your eyes/kept your mouth closed. You stand slightly taller than an average human and your reflexes are lighting quick. (Write in 2 slight beast traits (slitted pupils, small claws, fangs, etc)

Pure human. You are the epitome of human purity, the Grand Purifier himself couldn't claim cleaner blood. You are hardened by a life of hard work and defense against raiders. You can hold your own.

Bumping to keep alive. Ill abandon thread in an hour if there's no interest

>>1311407

Let's go for Tainted!

Claws & slitted eyes

>>1310575
>Clever
>Hold the orb threateningly towards him
"Back off or I'll use it"

>>1310575
>Clever

>>1310600
>>1310644

Kinsau flicks a strand of hair aside and thrusts the orb forward saying “Back off or I'll use it!!”

The hulking mass hesitates in the dark for only a moment.

“Let me introduce an unwelcome truth, “ the Cyborg says and smirks. “I know who you are and I don't think you know how to use that orb, now do you?”

He flicks a shining strand of metal on top of his gigantic weapon. It clicks and the wheel of the gun starts to spin.

Kinsau tosses all of her weight back and leaps through the air as a bullet bites her in the calf.

Hot pain screams up her leg as she crashes into a pile of trash bags.

“--Ngh!”

The jarring landing causes the orb to slip from her fingertips. It tinkles across the asphalt as it rolls down the middle of the alleyway.

The cyborg’s orange ringed eyes stop focusing on Kinsau and follow the orb. His gun spins down and the firing stops.

>Tch--I have to get out of here and heal up.
>That’s it you bastard. (Fight)
>Talk
>Clever
>Write in

(How was this outcome determined: GM rolled 2d6+applicable stats)

Question:

Would you guys enjoy the game more if I wrote in the second person? I noticed I'm the only one here using the third person.

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>>1313387
>First 'real life' quest

So you plan to literally, IRL, do either of these things while making updates/taking suggestions from /qst/?

>>1310745
bulk squat thrust

/fit/ nut turned protector of the people in a troubled time.

Paul Hickenbottom, former professional wrestler

>>1310745
Frankie O'Reilly, movie agent

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”Ah, shit.” He says, scratching his beard.

”What now?” You inquire, frustration apparent in every syllable.

”Favour just got called in.” He confesses, looking over your shoulder you see his name in literal flaming letters of blood. The almost cultish writing is composed into a note, pleading for his assistance in a matter that could “destabilize the planes with its impossibility.” As such, Lexington’s face is grim. ”Good thing we planned an extra couple of weeks comfort into the schedule, because we have to make a detour.”

Detours were not part of the plan, and you begin to tell him as much. ”But Hona’s eye, and the academy-”

”Classes don’t start for four weeks, and it’s shitty to admit, but this is far more important than fixing Hona’s eye.” He lights up a cigarette. ”I’m gonna start us on a portal. You’ll have to push the wagon through it.”

”What will I tell Honamurei?”

”That I had to choose between reality and getting her eye quickly.” He pauses, ”And that I decided she suits her eyepatch.”

For once you find yourself wishing you had gutted Lexington on that day at the side of the road, your first day of life. But instead, you turn on your heel and head in to deliver the news to Luc and Lisbeth. This sucks; but if Lex is going to be playing for such high stakes, he’s going to need a heavy hitter like you on his side.

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(Elsewhere...)

The vacation was good to you so far. A signing bonus, a pair of new faces, and some solid downtime with your friends after an unusual job that took an unusual turn.

But, hell, you got paid in spades for it. Heh. That rhymed. But yeah. Sometimes? This life was worth it. If only for the little things. Mercenary work was never dull, that’s for certain. Especially when it’s interdimensionally based.

Lorelei and Izumi, your workmates and fellow dimensionally displaced magical girls for hire are crashing in your apartment at the moment after the welcome party; Lorelei’s lain out on the couch, and Izumi’s just up and on the floor, the other two having left to finalize getting their own place. It’s not the most comfortable, but she doesn’t seem to be showing any hint of distress. You’re just kinda restless, though, up and dressed well before most others would even think of it. It’d been a decent week for you - Sal was nice enough to grant you that time off, now that he had some newbies to break in. You weren’t about to say no to a well deserved vacation after some back to back jobs.

[i]”Heeeeeeeeeyyyy.”[/i] Oh, sonofabitch. [i]”Soooooo, hope you’re good and rested up!”[/i]

Like he cares. [blue]”I WAS.”[/blue]
[i]”Gooooood enough! Because something’s come uuuuuuuup, and only my number-one superstar can handle it!”[/i] Man, he sounds cheerful about this. Sigh. Whatever. Back to the grind.

[blue]”Sure. Right. How much does it pay?”[/blue] If it’s less than double digits...

[i]”Enough, so don’t worryyyyyy![/] Hmph. [i]Here’s the skinny, thooooough- you’re not going to find this one in the classifieds. It’s for aaaaaaaa...how shall we say, ‘especiale’ client. I’ll keep the soooooob story short, but she’s a lass I’ve been begging to use my services for. And whoopeeeeeeee for me, she’s finally bit the bullet!”[/i] Well, ain’t that lovely.

“So, why me specifically?” you whisper out, careful not to wake your compatriots as you walk into the kitchen to get a drink. You’re already tired of doing the mindspeak thing to him.

[i]”Becaaaaause, I want this job to be a SHOWPIECE! Yoooooou’re my superstar, and a representative of what Silver Eye Solutions is about! So of coooooourse you’re going!”[/i] As he finishes up, you see a swirl of mercurial silver erupt out of thin air, as Sal materializes from wherever he was.

He’s still a lizard, sitting on the table, and still has those damn sunglasses on. “Iiiiiiii need to you do a bit of guard duty!”

…
…
...What.

>>1310323
“Oh, truuuuust me. It’s a looooooot more interesting than it sounds.” His voice is trying to be reassuring. You’re not very assured...but...well, forget it.

“Whatever. You want me to stand around and beat up anyone that gets close to a VIP? Fine.” Not like you’re going to turn down an easy paycheck. Relatively easy, at any rate.

“Ohhhhh, I wouldn’t call it quite thaaaaaat. But I’ll let the client do the talking- she’s rather the showy sort herself, and I can appreeeeeciate a flair for the dramatique!” He twists once, twice, throwing his hands up like an actor yelling to the sky. “She’ll give you alllllllll the details, as well as information on your temporary partner. So if you don’t miiiiiiind….”

Huh. Partner? What, she hired local help and STILL shelled out for this? Whatever. “Alright, then. When am I off?”

“Welllllllll...now.” He does the finger wave before you can register what he said.

“Wait, wha-” And you’re gone.

...Damnit, Sal.

>>1310167
>The Hospital, even doctors have sick days

>>1310167
>The Site, Power tools and headaches can only lead to disaster
Endurance and power tools a best

>>1310167
>>The Hospital, even doctors have sick days

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That seems like a good forward. You turn the page back to the first blank page you come across. It's time to start on another chapter.

You are Aligot Aujus. You've taken the brief respite you have from normal, everyday life to work on that recollection book you've been meaning to write. You currently sit inside of a carriage that is slowly making its way to Biscotti over the course of several days. While one day has passed; you still have plenty of time to write before you reach your destination.

Where did you leave off? Oh right, you left off on the attempts on Biscotti castle by the foreign nation of Konditorei. Then you covered the attempted coup by Gallete. Those were fairly hard to write about, as you had very little first-hand experience with what transpired or how they were even corrected by the authorities. You mostly just have second-hand knowledge and eyewitness accounts from people whom you talked to after the fact. So now, you start to pen a new chapter regarding a new subject of which you have some more experience in.

'The maid of Konditorei', that's a good chapter title.
The hero of Konditorei, Kayda, stayed in the care of her summoner. Her summoner being none other than the princess of Konditorei, Greta. Greta lived a very hard life. Her parents were expecting a male heir, and thus never fully gave control of the kingdom to her after their deaths. This caused an uproar in Konditorei and resulted in the kingdom splitting apart at the seams when Kayda was summoned.

To counteract this; Clair, the royal retainer and head maid of Konditorei, traveled alongside Greta. She at first seemed like a mild-mannered and overprotective guardian to Greta. Going as far as to keep Greta locked in her room for her safety. This maid was soon found to have a very dark, and hidden ambition.

>Give more information on Clair.
>Talk some more about Greta, and her status
>Make this chapter about Kayda and her fight against Clair.
>Skip right to the incident with the magic ring.
>Other?

>>1311061
>>Talk some more about Greta, and her status

How come Kayda's dad can communicate with her?

>>1314992
>>Ask everyone what their thoughts on this is.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>1314992
>>Try to discern whose robot this is? (roll d100)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1314992
>Ask everyone what their thoughts on this is.
>Try to discern whose robot this is? (roll d100)

Smash that mothafuckin fuckup button

>>1318158
>Press the fuckup button

Doesn't seem like there's much hope of getting back to the ship and off this world just by asking nicely. You reach into your pocket and press the precious small box with the button on. Well. That's sent a message to the ship, so now all you need to do is wait until Fitz turns up with Scoutie - and its gun turret. Hopefully he'll get here soon... but it's not like either of you are helpless maidens. Sometimes you feel like you should need a license just to have Kay on your ship, like a dangerous substance.

Gotta hope that Fitz remembers how to work the controls... you did show them to him pretty thoroughly... posh bastard had the ability to memorise twenty types of Terran architectural style and a lot of other pretty pointless stuff besides. You'll be pretty pissed off if he can't follow what you taught him when it's necessary.

The guide Karpov looks over at you as the three of you stand on the dirt path. He smiles wide and says "Let's go into the town, shall we? I'll show you around."

>Hahaha fuck off
>Ah, sure... [bide your time and wait for rescue]
>Keep him talking
>Other

Well, this was no-go. Cancelled, at least for now.

>>1317834
>Mount up and stay in the base
Welcome back EFF, I got to work in 3 hours but I'll stick around as long as I can.

>>1317834
>Mount up and stay in the base

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You shoot upright as you gaze down the meandering river as smoke rises above the thick jungle the way that you had entered the base. You take a moment to ponder if it’s the fishermen you saw earlier as you pounce to your feet and begin running back to the makeshift hangar. You trot up the hill as Hilda is waiting for you. You begin to ask where Bela is but Hilda waves you forward; you spy Bela running out of the shower stalls, hair wet, pulling her undershirt on as she follows you.

You twist the fly-line around your hand as you rocket up into the air, jumping deftly into the cockpit of your mobile suit. You toss the headset on your head and open communications to your team;

“Tight perimeter, stay within the base.” You bark

“Roger that, Boss.” Hilda replies.
“Sure thing.” Bela chimes a moment later.

Hilda retreats further into the base to gain some elevation, her sniper rifle poised at the riverbank. Both you and Bela mount your shields on the embankment to form a small barrier as you kneel down behind the meager protection.

Another explosion echoes down the river, this time much closer. You spy the waves in the river rippling unusually as a third explosion bursts into your main camera’s view. Two small boats come flying through the smoke, gunfire and smoke billowing around them.

“Hold, team.” You announce over the headset.

The boats go racing by, paying no attention to the base or its defenses. Out of the smoke, a glowing red dot pierces the smog. Next, a glowing arc illuminates the haze as it slices through the air, plunging into the river; narrowly missing the boats as they continue to speed away. A lumbering green monolith pulls the heat hawk from the river bed and sets its sights on the base and squares up to face your team.

-------------

>Charge!
>Open Fire!
>Draw back!

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“This looks bad...”

Suffice it to say, morale was not high when Tsuki appeared on the television. You were already in a confused state moments before the reveal... you really didn't need the end of the world thrown on top of this.

“Kazuma, who was that?” your mother asks, staring intently at the screen. “Something about him... I could feel power just by looking at him. Is he some sort of...”

“Demon?” you ask. “Yeah, he is. Things have changed in the last year at that school... it's gotten more dangerous.”

“How?”

“Can't explain right now,” you reply. “Right now... we need to take care of this.”

“But Kazuma-”

“Stay inside mom,” Kiriko smiles and assures her. “We'll be fine, I promise.”

You turn to walk out the door, but your mother reaches out and grabs you by the wrist. He grip is tight, and keeps you firmly in place. “What is it...”

Your mother sniffles. “Kazuma... giving birth to you was the second most painful experience of my life.”

“And I take it the first was your accid-”

“No,” Namika replies. “The single most painful experience of my life was watching you and Kiriko leave for that school... but both of those were also the proudest moments of my life. When you were born and swaddled in clothing with that bright dumb face... so pudgy, didn't have any idea of the life ahead of him... I was so happy. You brought a light into my life, Kazuma... and a much as I cried every night after you and your sister left, I knew that the two of you would rise to the occasion, become leaders... heroes. You're my little baby boy, Kazuma... and I'm so proud of the man you're becoming. Please... be safe.”

“I will,” you promise your mother. “Mom... I'm sorry.”

“No, I'm sorry,” your mother replies. “I love you. Both of you.”

“Love you too, mom!” Kiriko smiles as the three of you exit her apartment. The door shuts behind, and you realise you didn't tell your mother you loved her... but you meant to. No time for that now, you'll tell her when you get back.

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“It is time...” Mayu mutters, summoning her Katana. “We go into battle... together.”

“Man, what a crappy New Year...” Kiriko mutters. “Come on, guys! No time to waste!”

Kiriko rushes ahead, leaving you and Mayu to stare at each-other. A long silence falls between the two of you, before Mayu blushes and begins to move on.

“Mayu, wait!” you exclaim. “I need to know-”

“Kazuma... do you honestly expect to have this conversation now?” Mayu mutters.

“Good point...” you reply, scratching the back of your head. “Well, I... uhh... you're a good...”

“We must keep moving,” Mayu interrupts, pressing ahead.

You let out a sigh as she moves on. Just your luck... when things finally started to look like they were getting better, when you were sitting there, locking lips with this beautiful, wonderfully odd girl and exploring these new feelings... that's when the bad guy shows up. Of course.

You move on with the others to the outside, and... wow. The place is crawling with Darkworld energy, and figures... and demons.

“Man, do you think it's like this everywhere?” Kiriko asks.

“Nah, this is the biggest city,” you reply. “He obviously put most of his focus on here... we might be next on the chopping block after Raibaru...”

“Not very reassuring, bro.”

“Sorry...” you mutter.

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“Well, what is our next course of action?” Mayu asks. “We must have some sort of idea to escape this.”

“Well, our first thought should be finding the others,” you command. “Hoshi senpai is probably at the Shooting Star offices... but look...”

You point to the top of the offices, drawing Kiriko and Mayu's attention towards the events transipiring... the building being attacked by a series of demons, led by... Selene. Of course, the entire building is coated in a massive shield that seems to be keeping them out. Hoshi's doing no doubt, but you're curious as to how much it's taking out of her while she does it by herself... even if Reiji's there backing her up, they won't last long.

“It's her again!” Kiriko yells. “That big demon jerk tried to kill us! She almost killed the dumb ape! Oh, I'll show her I mean business!”

“We may need back-up...” you mutter.

Mayu nods. “Well, are any of the others present in the city?”

You pause trying to think it through. “Hanako...”

“Hanako?” Kiriko asks. “She's from here?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “She's actually pretty close. Follow me, she told me where she lived a while ago.”

You, Kiriko and Mayu rush towards the gas station, just one street over from your mother's apartment building, and it doesn't take much to find Hanako on the street, sitting down and rubbing her backside, a flail by her side and surrounded by the black good of destroyed demons.

“Hanako... did you do that?” you ask.

“I-it was an accident!” Hanako mumbles, before looking around at the gooey puddles. “Oh, I beat them... nice!”

Hanako smiles, as you make your way over to her and help her to her feet. Of course, she butts heads with you as she does.

“Oops!” Hanako replies. “Sorry! H-how did all of this happen?”

“Tsuki,” you reply. “And he's got Yami by his side... but we're going to take them down.”

“Oh...” Hanako replies. “Oh look, the angel is here!”

Hanako points to the sky, as you see Selene being driven off by a blinding light, one set off by a blonde woman with large white wings, flying in the sky. Eos, the daughter of Taiyo. The two “sisters” do battle in the air, by Eos seems to get the better of it, driving Selene and her pack of Moonbeasts and Demons off before giving chase.

“Would have been nice if she could stop and chat...” Kiriko complains.

“It won't be the last we see of them today,” you reply.

“True...” Kiriko shrugs. “Now what do we do?”

>We should try to get into contact with the others. We're not any use without the full team.
>Let's get into Shooting Star offices while we have the chance. Hoshi can help us.