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[BlitzDungeoneer]

"I'm trying to figure out just WHO would have the resources to use Youma, mass-produce Armored Rider belts and clone Mysterious Beings."

((it was satan))

[Chevaleresse]

Haruka clears her throat again.

[Projeck37]

"Hmm... Perhaps that gang I was after prior to being teleported... They are famously organized."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"A gang wouldn't cut it. Most gangs do not have access to a person capable of summoning Mirages, let alone an army of Youma. Myself, Miyuki and Owari, you have a quarter of the only people in the city with the knowledge how to do it." Takatora points out.

[Projeck37]

"Who else is there?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"A few practitioners of summoning. Not many would willingly unleash Youma into the world. They're too volatile, too violent."

[Projeck37]

"Maybe it's someone who doesn't publicly announce that they embrace the art."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Then we haven't done our jobs right. It's part of our job to find everyone who knows how to.

And anyway, you'd have to be crazy. Those things are as likely to attack a summoner as they are to attack us!"

[Twi]

"Then we haven't done our jobs right. It's part of our job to find everyone who knows how to.

And anyway, you'd have to be crazy. Those things are as likely to attack a summoner as they are to attack us!"

"Then maybe someone's crazy, da? Or, you know, has protection. Like, say, an army of mass-produced Riders."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Good point, but then the question, who the hell gave 'em an army of mass-produced Riders?"

[Chevaleresse]

Haruka taps Penelope on her shoulder.

[TCM]

The server scratches the back of our head. "Let me speak to my boss, maybe he could let you help out during rush hour..." She flicks her hand, and a blue holographic screen appears in front of her head, a screen that she begins to tap, obviously communicating through some form of writing. "I've told him you all have come as a group...he wants to know if you're unionized."

Lupapon reads on, specifically looking for a passage involving destruction due to loss of Hype. It appears that there was no great destruction in one cataclysmic event, but rather widespread general chaos and bloodshed from the misuse and exploitation of Hype. The book states that it is a good thing that now the NFL regulates the usage of Hype, using it power everything from its stadiums to its players.

Anna and Sandra, while idling around, are beset upon by inescapable advertisements that coat every flat or semi-flat surface. One in particular seems to catch their eye, because the hologram is actively approaching them. "LADIES! DO YOU WANT TO TRAIN UP AND UNLOCK YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL IN JUST A FEW EASY STEPS!" The hologram is a tank-top toting man with a figure so attractive and pristine that it is almost cartoonish.

[Shadestyle]

"Nope, we are wholly unaffiliated with anyone but ourselves and that is more of a cultural and religious group.  We are non-toxic however, and very tolerant!"  One of the rambles in one go.

The other Donchaka look at him curiously, before looking at her and nodding.


So the resemblance is not that eerie, she thinks, considering how the Ancient patapon were abandoned after the world egg was shattered...

...Is there something restraining some great catastrophe in this world?

[Adragis]

Sandra squeaks and hides behind Anna.

[Chevaleresse]

Volx ponders how his skills might be applied to serving food.