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Kyou sighed. "It's. . . okay, I overreacted. I'm just, how am I supposed to do anything but worry right now?" If Kyou had planned on continuing, she was prevented from doing so by the appearance of food. She quietly slid into a seat, worry still spelled clearly on her face - though it was broken up slightly when she remembered her manners. "Mamnūnam. Um, thank you." She prodded at the meal - it really did smell good, and was probably better than what she was used to; neither of her parents were particularly good cooks - but didn't seem to be making much headway in actually clearing her plate.

Kusuke donates all his turns to Harry.

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"Do you have anything helpful to say, or are you just trying to get a rise out of me too?" Kyou snapped back, before shaking her head. Her tone shifted to a slightly less hostile, more defensive one. "I'm worried. Am I not allowed to be worried about my family?" Asuka's comment only interfered with her motion briefly; as soon as Kyou had finished responding, she was pacing again. "This is like a bad dream. . ." Everything that had happened today. . . was she just having a nightmare? Was this all just playing out in her head as she tossed and turned in bed? She could only hope.

Hoshiko was quiet for a time, considering what Terrin had said. "Why did you stand up for him, then? Studying the dark arts, and not showing any care for anyone around him . . . Terrin, that sounds like a villain from the stories my dad would tell me when i was small. What did you think would happen?"

Kusuke uses all of his actions to stab the shit out of the snakes. Loadout

"Shit." And here she'd been hoping for a moment of peace. Arturia scrambled back up off her bed, deftly dogearing the page she was on before turning toward the door. She took one step, and paused to think. The silver-haired girl turned, grabbed a different but equally intimidatingly-sized book from her shelf before spinning back toward the door. "Let's go, then," she said simply, stepping out and holding the door open for the other two girls - partially to make sure the resident problem child actually moved this time.

"Well, refusing to do something you need to do because you're pissy you didn't get your way isn't very logical either. Furthermore, the fact that you did what I said proves the logic behind the actions." She inhaled deeply. I really do need to just, calm down though. . . Exhaling, she spoke again. "Now are we done playing games like this? I'd rather not have to yell at people going forward." Or do twice the work because you decided it wasn't important enough for you to bother with at the moment, and left it for me. Barring any other interruptions, she'd pick up her book and flop over onto her bed - one of the bottom bunks.

"Hold on one second." Kusuke reached down and grabbed the fallen man by the shoulder, and then exerted his drive, skipping him back a few moments to when he was hopefully less full of holes. "Better?" He didn't look at the man, though, focusing on the creatures and trying to see if they had any obvious weak points for him to exploit. "This is gonna be rough. . ." He wasn't exactly used to bringing in anything that wasn't humanoid.

"That'd be our cue," Kusuke said, wasting no time in moving into the portal. Kusuke joins the hunt.

Basic attack on Skirmisher 1

"Oh my fucking-" Arturia slammed the book she had in her hands down on a nearby desk, walked up to Naya, and seized the other girl by her shoulders. "I swear to Nayru I will slap the everliving shit out of you if you keep trying to pull this shit. Now unpack your shit." She wasn't a practicing Nayrist, but had grown up around them, and the linguistic habits (which might inspire horror in some of those relatives) remained. She released the other girl and stepped back, gaze still irate. "Don't be a fucking child. Both of you," she said, giving Sharp another hard glare. "Alexus's tits, it's not that hard. It is literally taking things out of boxes and putting them on shelves. Something that isn't magically impeded because one person feels like they're just above doing it."

After fooling about (and nearly blowing himself apart a couple times), Kusuke heads back to the bus, kicking the bit of flaming garbage a bit further away as he does so. When he gets back, he holds up a piece of the timewarped metal he'd created. "Tried to replicate that stuff. Made something a little less impressive, but you guys might be able to find a use for it. I don't suppose anyone around has a power that would let you like. . . grow more of something? Permanently, so we could use it."

Kusuke replied to Arminius before the vision hit. "Demon lords, huh? I guess that makes sense. . . sort of." If he had anything more to say, he was cut off by the vision's appearance in his mind. "They're pretty scared of me, huh? I suppose I should try to live up to that, in case they decide to try anything if and when we go back. . . Don't follow me out this way, by the way, it'll be bad for your health." A beat. "That sounded a lot more like a threat than it was supposed to. I'm just going to be playing with my Drive a little and it's probably hazardous to be around while I do so." Kusuke exited the bus and circled around so it was between him and the few people who'd left the thing. He put a fair amount of distance between him and it, and then set to work replicating the results from earlier. . . (17, 11) (91) Kusuke learns (Trick) (Trump) Tempofrag: Deal 2d20+Syn damage split up among as many targets as the user wishes, which must include themselves. Once Per Encounter Cooldown. Kusuke spends 1 Merit to reduce the self-damage from this by half. Kusuke also spends 5 Merit to gain the level 5 passive Backlash: The user has a 5% chance to automatically use Tempofrag on an enemy when struck by a projectile, the attack is considered to have been used by the enemy, on the enemy. He spends 12 more merit to improve all of his stat by 1, except INT. (1 Merit remaining.)

Arturia held her nose in that way that one might expect from one's mother immediately before a tongue lashing. She just wanted to sit down and read for a bit, was that so hard. Did things need to be this difficult? She inhaled deeply, trying to keep calm. Not really succeeding, but the attempt was made. "Alright, listen. You didn't get whoever you were hoping for, Lesta, but nobody cares. I don't want to have roommates at all, but you don't see me throwing a tantrum about it." Normally she wouldn't be this direct, but she'd been pushed far past the point of huddling in her book and hoping the issue would resolve itself. She took a breath again. "It's not helping anyone if you refuse to unpack. That goes for you too, Aker. You know just as well as I do that refusing to do your part because someone else is being a pain in the ass is stupid." She wasn't afraid to do it all herself, but tried to avoid vocalizing her urge to throttle the two responsible for making her do all the work.

"Doesn't sound much like the Boundary to me. And why does everything you talk about seem like it relates to some kind of fetish?" He looked back at Arminius with an expression with some degree of incredulity. "I mean, seriously, all these monstergirls running around everywhere, and now void maids?"

Kusuke hesitantly headed outside the bus, his first step out being rather slow as he tested for the potentially nonexistent ground. "This is new. . . Is this some kind of . . . space, in the Boundary or something?" It couldn't be in the Boundary itself, otherwise they'd be rapidly dissolving into seithr at the moment, and something told him that he would probably notice that particular process.

Hoshiko nodded, looking forward for a moment. "I can understand that. I. . . can't say I forge my own path, because I have let the Goddess guide it. But not everyone believes in that, or me. On my way to join the Children, I had more than one priest chase me out of a temple, calling me a heretic or a madwoman. The priests aren't always right, and some of them stray from the paths the Goddess sets before them." She briefly wondered what the priest traveling with them thought. She'd have to make an effort to talk to Mayanna later. "People like me are here for when they go too far," Hoshiko said, somewhat threateningly, before she changed to a somewhat less intimidating topic. "What's your brother like, then, if you were attacked for standing up for him?"

"The Goddess will keep us on the right path, I'm sure of it. Although I can't expect her to do all the work." She thought for a moment about Terrin's statement. "Why don't they like you anyway? Were they intimidated by one who was touched so by the Goddess herself?" . . . She sounded dead serious. Hoshiko idly wondered why the man hadn't taken a religious name, but figured that she was about to get some sort of explanation for it.

"I don't exactly trust you to take a safe amount. Souls aren't something you play around with, especially to make slaves. Even if you're right and it doesn't leave a lasting scar, you can't see what's wrong with that?" He chose to ignore the rolling of the eyes, for the moment. Or, at least, attempted to; the flash of irritation it caused wasn't something he could fully suppress.

"Anyone besides the guy who steals bits of people's souls have an objection? No?" Kusuke shoots Arminius a glare before returning his attention to Frigus for the moment. "I don't think that happens where I'm from. Otherwise you'd have all sorts of people turning into them," he says, somewhat grimly.

"Works for me, I guess." He still didn't like the idea, but this was probably the most harmless way they were going to get dimensional travel - something that had already been pointed out, of course. "Where do we sign?" The mention of. . . Heartless? caught his attention, though. "And, uh, what's a Heartless? Some kind of weird experiment gone wrong?"

"Of course. Though, Terrin, shouldn't you know how to conduct yourself here already?" She wasn't entirely convinced she needed etiquette lessons, but meeting the man sounded interesting, so the girl didn't raise an issue. "Unless the rules have somehow changed from when you were here last." She idly wondered what their dueling customs were. Hopefully the variety that wasn't restricted to melee combat; she could defend herself with a knife, but not to the level that she would be confident in fighting a trained swordsman or similar.

The archer blanched slightly at the prospect before quickly reasserting her composure. "Well, I don't think anyone has been chosen to accompany Princess Saffron to the meeting yet. It would only be fitting to send a representative of the Goddess herself to the meeting, no?" Hoshiko was also one of the younger women in the party - barring Cherry, of course.

"I wasn't planning on licensing footage of the nonsense we get up to any time soon, but it is a possible security hazard. You should never assume you're the only one who can do anything, so if we're puttering around the multiverse. . ." He left the statement unfinished, letting the implication stand for itself. "If that's the terms then that's the terms, but I'd be worried about it."