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located in Unnamed City, a part of Arc 4, one of the many universes on RPG.

Unnamed City

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Character Portrait: Aziz Harumi Character Portrait: Hotaru Emirsdottir Character Portrait: Madoka Ikeda Character Portrait: Kujo Nobuyuki Character Portrait: Misaka Amamiya Character Portrait: Kazenari Tohsaka Character Portrait: Hayato Morikawa
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"N-No, not really- I wasn't used to playing on the new Psychic thing."

Misaka scratched at her neck as she pulled up the page of her Raichu on her own console.

"I like playing on coverage rather than STAB is all, hahaha~"




"Hm? Oh, sure."

Usually, he didn't give away his contact info freely, and mostly only to certain trusted members of Westside. But this was official business, and the Hounds needed a way to keep contact. So he pulled out his little more ancient phone- at least compared to Kazenari's shiny Android- and took down the woman's number, simultaneously giving her his.

As he was typing in the numbers though, a thought crossed his mind. Granted, he'd wager it was around 6:50, but the increased activity buzzing around Castle City was sure to have triggered some people. As the leader of Westside, he was perfectly used to moving around alone and holding his own in a fight, but...

"Will you be fine going home on your own?"

The question came out evne before he could properly think it over. Though his mind raced to think whether he had overstepped his bounds or not, it was already out, so he might as well state his reasons for...this concern.

"I mean-- the killer apparently targets female students from your school specifically, after all. Might be best to keep an eye out, or have someone watch your back for the time being."

He liked to think that was good enough for an explanation.




"Probably not school-sponsored. Maybe some of them had serious debts to pay off, or this guy just has a grudge on the girls so far."

Kujo leaned back on the couch, running the thoughts over in his head. Just then, he heard his roommate ask about who made the food.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! That was made by Hirabayashi, the new girl. She made a box for me and Makinami too."

To lighten his mood somewhat, Kujo laughed a little to himself.

"Sheesh, Makinami's a lucky chick ain't she? Always getting food from culinary students."