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[Network: Locked from Zenkichi]

We have given birth!

After several months of intense research and development, we are very happy to announce the creation of a whole person! Meet Ancile, the anti-shadow defensive unit - and when she's off duty, hopefully a friend to others. :D

Though lacking any truly offense-oriented abilities, Ancile is a fantastic support in danger and excels in anticipating emergencies. And after a little bit of hanging out we've done, we've come to find that she is also extremely talented with rock-paper-scissors and enjoys listening to jazz. Please treat her nicely - we'd like to see her grow and learn well!

I'll be letting her borrow my phone, but we'll be going to chat with Igor about getting her one that's all hers here soon enough. ♥ For now, here's a picture:



[Log]

As promised, Ichinose and Maruki can be found with their new 'daughter' in the Velvet Room - but upon arrival, you may find that the two are arguing with the attendants and Igor about their new addition...

Ancile herself, at least, is standing politely off to the side. If anyone wants to talk to her, that is!


((OOC: Feel free to also come up with a prompt for bumping into Ancile later - she is very much in the 'new and exploratory' phase, if you have a specific idea in mind for bumping into her without Ichinose or Maruki around!))
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After inviting Zaun, Ichinose Kuon waited outside of a tall wall of construction metal sheet walls. Rather unassuming entrance, and all - but the important part of being out front to her was having Maruki keep 'eyes' on the area around them. So that if Hasegawa wanted to jump in, he wouldn't be able to safely make that lunge.

Once the vehicle brought Zaun to the curb, Ichinose sipped up the last drops from the apple juice box that she'd been given, tucking the trash into her lab coat pocket before smiling and stepping forward to meet the newcomer.

"There we are. You made it!"
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People come and they go
Some people may stay with you though
I am all alone tonight
And I kept on asking myself questions

It was really something that this version of Jazz Jin, despite being a wholly cognitive space, still had the effect of deeply relaxing her. She let the music wash over heart, and the clink of ice in the drink the cognitive!Muhen prepared for her was barely heard as she took a reasonable gulp, sighing in contentment at the taste as she placed it back down. 

Like in her own world, when she was still alive, Jazz Jin had become her home-away-from-home. The cognitive!Muhen didn't seem to care when she'd commandeered his guest bedroom for her own personal use. It certainly beat going back to her apartment. Sure, she could theoretically find a cognitive version of her own apartment, but even in her own plane, she considered it more like a place of rest than a true home...

So, cognitive!Jazz Jin it was...

Conceited I was at time
I never really doubted myself
But tonight got me thinking 'bout it all
If I am the fool or what not

This...wasn't so bad...
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[Location: Leaving Shibuya Central Street]

Once Zenkichi Hasegawa finally left, got his fill of terrorizing her, Ichinose ran into the back alleys of the cognitive city until she had to slow down. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and she picked up the damn bomb of a tracked phone out of her pocket.

It doesn't matter if he finds out - she needs help.

Flutter is all that works. Ichinose opened it up, going to the conversation she had with those in her posts, and directly messaged the man that was a strange if a bit shifty cognitive psientist. After her encounter just now, she understood exactly why he was being shifty.

She sent a message. Hello! Can we meet up in person? Please call and respond ASAP. :)



[Location: Maruki's Laboratory]

Maruki is a lovely host, if nothing else. This place is huge... but for now Ichinose was fine finding a seat and just melting into the cushions, an arm draped over her eyes as she tried to quiet the unease still buzzing in her brain.

At least the snacks were nice. And a lab setting was pleasantly familiar.

"What've you gotten into, Kuon..."
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Location: Shibuya Square, Tokyo
Interaction: Engaged with Dove and SwapSumi (closed)
Next Interaction: P4!Sumi and the aftermath (for now closed)





His memory was failing him.

Something wasn't right here. All he remembered was being berated by his senior when he stepped forward with obvious proof about his cognitive pscience research yet he was here now in his counselling uniform. White coat, striped shirt and beige trousers...it brought memories of the school he had grown so attached to or to the ideals of a certain young man who changed society for the better.

Maruki wished to do the same.

But then why was he here?



The disturbing memory of a long-nosed man flashes in his eyes. Is he going insane?

"Hey, er- I apologize could you tell me-" And there the police officer went about his day- not even listening to his question as he watched the man offer him a quick smile before turning the other way. "Great." He scratched behind his ear in minute frustration before steeling his nerves and continuing on his search to find a person conscious enough to answer why did everything seem so normal yet so...empty?

"The time is at hand...I am the other you, dwelling in the realm of mankind's hearts."

That's right, he thought as he finally decided to take a break by leaning against the very pole that stood at one end of the main Shibuya crossing. Passerbys didn't even question the look of surreal confusion in the man's eyes as he stayed at that very position.The sky had become red that time and then...I came across that strange monster before me.

"ACK-!"

"Now- the time for your unjustly persecuted ideology is at hand!"

Pain pierced through his skull as he hunched over, fingers burying into his scalp before his knees gave out. Something was...scratching inside him! The ground melted beneath his legs, giving way to ripples as he shook his head. Alright. He might be going insane at this very moment.

He needed someone to talk to. Right now.

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