NoviceOfAll

Conference Calling ========================================================================================== “I see you’ve been redecorating.” “Bite me.” Remilia glowered across the table at their new guest. For her part, the gold and violet youkai didn’t seem put off in the slightest, her oriental fan moving idly as she took in the surroundings. Given the somewhat…completely destroyed nature of the SDM’s usual reception areas, Remilia had needed a plan B. The good news was that she was quite accustomed to plan B. Unplanned demolitions WERE a regrettably common occurrence in her mansionR

Camraderie ========================================================================================== “Bye bye miss Keine!” “Goodbye!” “Whee!” Standing in the doorway of her classroom, Kamishirasawa Keine waved politely as the children from that day’s lesson trickled out, running off to play, meet their parents, and do whatever else the warm afternoon permitted. Some would obviously get up to mischief, after all, that was what children did best…but fortunately there were other people around to keep an eye on them if things got too out of hand. Sometimes she did feel bad about having Mokou

Sparks flew as multiple mechanical arms darted through the air, welding, cutting and realigning as Nitori bent to her task, her goggles ablaze with reflected light. “And you’re SURE this will work?” She yelled across the gantry, at a figure in red and blue. “I AM!” Kanako shouted back, her hands racing across the keyboard, self-image forgotten as she glared through her glasses at the screen of her terminal, before continuing in a much lower aside. “…mostly, anyway…” “I HEARD THAT!” “Look, it makes sense, all right?!” She gave a harried response. “Hustler s

Chapter 48: Throw Down ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Pain. Burning, searing pain. A heat like molten lava raced through the Administrator, searing across every electronic pathway and digital nerve of his/her/their mind and body. It was all he/she/it knew knew, screaming soundlessly into the electronic void. Desperate, the Administrator's fragmented mind whirled, trying to make some sense out of the raging maelstrom that was his/her/their consciousness. What had happened? Where had he/she/they ended up? What was going on? As he/she/they struggled to remember, images blurred ac