[Yugure Saori]

Oh what tangled webs we weave,

when we practice to deceive.

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Through one channel or the other a peculiar invitation had made its way to a wide variety of vigilantes. One to a Halloween party of all things. Costumes mandatory, masks optional. The perpetrator behind these invitations was none other than The Weaver, an enigmatic figure that had been operating behind the scenes for years. The four-armed informant was present in person today, two of her arms worked into the wings of her moth costume and slowly flapping them behind her. They shimmered slightly whenever they caught the light. Just subtle enough that it might simply be a trick of the eye, keeping people wondering and distracted from other matters Saori didn’t want them to look at too closely.

"Welcome, friends, future acquaintances and fellow seekers of justice. Tokyo has faced a great many dangers as of late but today is a day for rest. A day to mingle, make connections and strengthen bonds. But above all it is a time to unwind, for a bow cannot remain drawn forever without shattering. Let loose. Partake in drinks and food. Above all enjoy yourselves. You have earned it."

Finishing her impromptu speech with a toast Saori mingled with those present within the venue. An underground garage with plenty of cover, food and drinks arrayed on a variety of tables and nearly a dozen entrances and exits. All with a floor plan that was available online in official records. For The Weaver knew as well as any that a healthy dose of paranoia and properly prepared exit plans were crucial in their line of work. Not that she was expecting any problems today of course, but habits are like ropes, a thread of which is woven each day until finally they become unbreakable. Besides, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

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[Kokoro]

A Halloween party? How many years had it been since she attended one of those? She was happy to go, the only wrinkle was that she was flat broke and didn't have a lot of clothes laying around that she could turn into a costume. She didn't particularly feel like stealing either, not unless one of Tokyo's most notorious villains had opened up a costume shop. ''But I want to make a good first impression. This is The Weaver after all.'' She muttered to herself a she stopped at a store. Oh well, might as well see what she could afford and go with that. Who knew, maybe this party would bring some business opportunities her way too?

When she arrived to the party in costume she mostly kept to herself, grabbing a drink before the Weaver gave her big speech. Once it was over she immediately knew who she needed to get to know better! ''I see we both went with animal costumes.'' Kokoro smiled at Weaver. Her costume was jarring, but it was all that she could afford. ''Some people have taken to calling me Buzzard, but you can just call me Kokoro.'' She chose to bow her head rather than offer a handshake, since the bow was more customary over here. ''You probably haven't heard of me since I'm a traveler, but I have heard great things about you.''

Yugure Saori

[Shizukana Yoru]

🏍 Spectre

Shindigs like this aren't exactly my usual thing, Yoru thought to herself while listening to her hostess' speech. A day for rest indeed - the streets had been a bit boring lately, with relatively little opportunity for a vigilante's touch, as if all of central Japan were taking a breath. Yet, power ever abhors a vacuum, and a moment's silence is usually followed by a loud bang.

Before even coming, Yoru had three things to consider.

One: What is there to gain from going to this "party"? Villains and heroes alike are probably planning big moves to take advantage of the moment silence breaks, not to mention new innovations in support equipment. Making connections with other vigilantes, getting to know if they have any big moves up their sleeves and sharing support connections are all obvious benefits. However...

Two: Is this some kind of sting operation? Getting a bunch of us together in one place when things finally relax. It wouldn't be outside the playbook of the authorities, backstabbers they are, and Yoru doesn't know where this Weaver's alliances lay. Still, given the wealth of simple escape routes, unless the authorities had a trap with her quirk's specific weaknesses in mind, she should be able to escape. The risk, for her personally, should low.

Three: The hell is she even supposed to wear? People only know Spectre to appear as a pretty nondescript leather-clad biker; she's recognized by her power, not some flashy costume. That's an edge vigilantes have over heroes in the field - but it also covers for her complete cluelessness when it comes to fashion.

The answer presented itself in what must be a staple of ghost themed costumes for centuries now - Draped over Yoru's usual vigilante attire like a cloak and pinned closed with a trio of safety pins is a solid white bedsheet, her head - adorned with her helmet, visor open so she can eat and speak easily - poking through the top.

She looks goofy and she knows it. Brooding in the corner, a drink in hand, a look of sneering contempt painted across her face - not contempt for the other vigilantes, but for herself and how ridiculous she must look.

Then she sees Kokoro approach Weaver and her expression changes. That outfit almost forces Yoru to let out an involuntary chuckle. Alright. If she's comfortable in... that... I can loosen up too, she thinks to herself before approaching the minglers.

"Didn't know this do would be nice," she begins, one hand on her hip. "Got a well-dressed hostess giving a speech and everything. I'd have prepared a better costume. Still, pleasure meeting you Kokoro, Weaver." She lifts her hand up and presses it to her chest as she bows. "Call me Spectre," she adds, before rising up to full height and awkwardly taking a swig of her drink through the hole her visor leaves while open.

Character Page: Shizukana Yoru
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[Kawahara Ruri]

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How exciting a Halloween party! Kawahara was very familiar with The Weaver, having taken jobs from them repeatedly. They made a great team, and while she rarely met with her in person, she would recognize those multiple arms anywhere, costume or otherwise. Of course, the connection that The Weaver was none other than her own sister in disguise. Kawahara was, uh...well, she was helpful! Most of the time. [break][break]

What wasn't helpful was that a few days before this party she had spent her money on buying her bestie and herself some pjs for their sleepover. Normally not an issue, but the following day, she lost everything at pachinko per usual. So after begging her sister for an advance on her pay, she went out and...well, she gambled it all away again, so instead of a real costume, she had to go find one of her old sets of PJs. Luckily, it still fit her! [break][break]

Excited to meet other vigilantes and make more connections, which in turn would get her more work so she could actually buy food this week! She showed up in an octopus-themed onesie and made her way to the party. Not only did they have plum wine, but plenty of snacks. With a full plate and her mouth full, she made her way over to greet The Weaver, Kokoro, and Shizukana as well. "Hiya! I'm Kawaha- Sparkle!" Nice, she saved it again, another close call, per usual! With a mouth full of pretzels, she would address The Weaver: "Thanks for the invite, boss! I know the invites were per person, but I wish I could have invited my sister. She would have been so mad if she found out I was here but maybe she would change her mind if she met you and saw how much you help me out!"

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[Nobu]

Ever since his retirement, Nobu hadn't had much to do. It really wasn't a retirement, more so a "corporations are awful, why do I work here?" type of exit. Abrupt, necessary, and ultimately leading to a lack of money and a struggle for fulfillment. Thankfully, parties where he could observe others were his ideal. Maybe he could make a few connections for his business as a villain-hating vigilante, maybe he could simply use it as an excuse to dress up.

Nobu wasn't shy on his style. When it came to a costume party, he was ready to show out. That's why he came dressed in his best Dracula impression as he could without resorting to cheap makeup. It was contemporary, it was sharp, it gave dracula 2100. Waltzing in, masked and strutting with flare, he snapped his fingers with a slight discharge so that the noise would get the attention of the fellow vigilantes. Looking around, he wanted to be seen and realized he might have come overdressed...

"I see the party has already started." Moving over to Weaver, the person who must have invited him, he nodded with a smirk and reached out his hand. "Raiden. Nice to meet you all. Do we have soju on hand?" Offering for a handshake, he kept his pleasantries short and sweet. He'd prefer to be eye-candy, for observational purposes of course. The more people who looked at him, the more he could look back.

The costume party was hopefully a refreshing change of pace. Life was hard.

Yugure Saori Kokoro Shizukana Yoru Kawahara Ruri

[Yugure Saori]

Oh what tangled webs we weave,

when we practice to deceive.

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"An excellent choice," The Weaver responded, "nature has much to draw lessons from." She had heard of Buzzard before. It hadn't been all too long since the woman had drawn her attention but she'd recently made contact with someone else that Saori had been keeping an eye on. "I'm honored. I suppose I'll have to live up to the praise then, no?" A crinkle around her eyes accompanied her words, softening her expression just enough to look almost motherly.

The arms within the wings of Saori's costume raised and slowly swept them outwards, physically including Spectre in their conversation as she approached, with a languid and unhurried movement that almost seemed to have started before Yoru had even made the decision to approach them.

"The pleasure is all mine, Spectre, it heartens me to hear you're enjoying yourself." The Weaver responded with a small bow accompanied by another movement of her second pair of arms, one that seemed to flare her wings out behind her theatrically like a cape or stage curtains. As she continued speaking her shimmering wings returned to their place once more to reveal Sparkle's approach. 

Had she not known the girl better she'd have suspected the pajamas to be a reference to the secret parts of her own quirk. "A wonderful thought, Sparkle." The Weaver responded with a warm smile. "But I'm afraid I can't invite anyone not in the know. I'm sure it won't be necessary though. Certainly she'll be able to tell how well you're doing." 

Saori was confident she wouldn't need to rely on her sister's acting skills to sell the lie. Ruri truly had not seen through her disguise and if anything her reaction would serve to discredit any suspicions anyone else present might harbor should they meet one of her other identities. 

Her wings flapped softly behind her once more, the glimmer within them almost seeming like tiny arcs of lightning. When the flap ended they were spread just a bit more openly than before, subtly widening their circle to welcome another arrival.

"Nice to meet you too, Raiden." Elegantly turning her head by a few degrees The Weaver drew attention to a nearby table. "I believe we have a bottle over there." The table in question was a tall and slender one with a concave leg at the center and a circular tabletop atop which several expensive looking bottles were placed, one of which was presently being downed by a vigilante with a messy blonde ponytail and a samurai costume. "Shall we?" She asked with an arm gesture while taking the first step. As she did so her wings flapped once more, their spread subtly enticing the group to move in the same direction lest they have to step around them to depart. 

"How are you all finding the party?" 

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[ʚ Hymn ɞ]

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Nothin’ spreads like word of mouth and I’m the most talkative sumbitch out here. Just got to Japan, too. It ain’t much of a surprise that there’s an underground network field with good-hearted strangers that ain’t quite measure up to ye ol’ university. See? That’s the difference. I got in. Yeah, yeah. General studies. How impressive, right? Coulda got in if I wanted. I saw the competition. Ears to the ground, no lie, even the sports festival is coming up impressively short.

But ain’t got time to play hero. And I’m not really a hero anyway. I do good, I do bad. All for the sake of people who can’t do nothin’ at all. But what I can’t do is dress up in a silly little costume for a party — that ruins the first impression. What they’re gonna see is me… the full, unadulterated me. We’ll figure out the costume later.

There’s a knock, but not at the door.

It’s a fun lil trick exclusive to lil ol’ moi. You knock here and it comes out the other side — how the hell? Yeah, I bet your ass is wonderin’, isn’t it? I’ll explain that part later.

“What a bunch of lovely faces in here tonight.” I step through the door I presume they’re looking opposite of at the moment with a big ol’ sla— silence. You did in fact see me throw that thing open for it to not make a goddamn peep. They might think I’m in a costume considering my mask, but no. It obscures my vision, some people even think I can’t see, but it’s about identity. I got secrets to keep, at least while I’m in Japan.

“Now, I ain't have the chance to get a costume, but here’s what I’m thinking; we take a little vote. Person with the best costume wins their dignity back and I shamefully adorn their outfit…” My eyes scan the room and while there are two frontrunners there is more notably, an obvious loser.

“You. Eliminated for bad taste.” I point to a man dressed as a pretentious vampire (Nobu). Then I move toward to stunnin’, one of kind gals — and there’s two of ‘em (Kawahara Ruri Kokoro). What a lucky day. “But you two stunnin’ creatures and those onesies of yours are fightin’ for first place.” A sly smile escapes my lips. Mask ain’t coverin’ that now, is it? “If I’m lucky you’ll both take ‘em off.”

A quick turn around.

“Alright, votin’ time for the rest of you. Who wore it better? Miss Octopus or Miss pussycat?”

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[Kokoro]

''Oh, you already are, don't even worry about it!'' She chuckled, waving her hand dismissively at Saori. When Spectre joined them she turned to face her with a smile. ''Oh my! The pleasure is all mine. Your costume is divine, isn't it, Weaver?'' She looked at the moth expectantly, waving at other vigilantes she didn't recognize as they joined them and their swiftly forming group. ''Sparkle! What a wonderful name, is it emblematic of your energetic nature? I can't help but notice that your smile sparkles too!'' Or well, at least it did once you looked past the pretzels she was cramming into her face.

Then another! One by one interesting characters came into the picture. The Dracula costume had to be one of her personal favorites present so far. ''You look so dignified! Are you out for blood tonight, Raiden-san?'' She grinned, awaiting his answer while she took a sip of her drink. She was about to reply to Saori that she was loving the party so far, when another guy joined the fray. ''A vote? '' She looked around at everyone and then back to the stranger. Greeting Hymn with a polite smile, Kokoro stepped forward. ''Sir, that's really creepy. You should watch how much you drink at a party like this if you can't hold your liquor.'' Whether the others engaged in the vote or not didn't matter to her, but she wasn't entertaining this creep for a second. Turning to Spectre with a smile she took another small sip of her drink. ''Spectre-san, what would you say your specialty is?''

ʚ Hymn ɞ, Yugure Saori, Nobu, Kawahara Ruri, Shizukana Yoru

[Shirayuki Tamaya]

Rise up, stand tall! Tamaya never turned down a party, especially one with free drinks. Wearing her best samurai costume, one in the likeliness of a stylized version of Oda Nobunaga, the man that followed no rules and did his own thing no matter what people thought, Tamaya was busy downing a bottle of expensive liquor when she felt more than heard a large group approaching. Hearing that they were waylaid by a new arrival she used the opportunity to empty the last bit of the bottle in her hands before they could reach her and potentially stop her freeloading. That was until she heard the last parts Hymn said. Looking him up and down she almost let out a sigh. Another guy that was hot until the exact moment he opened his mouth. All downhill from there, a scene she'd seen dozens of times before. What a shame.  "Wow dude, at least buy them drinks first, geez."  All the drinks here being free put a minor hitch in her advice but Tamaya had never been one to be bothered by the details. Turning around fully she saw the people he'd been talking to and even recognized some of them. "Sparky, Buzz, good to see y'all." Facing the rest with a confident smile she straightened her back, squared her shoulders and pointed at thumb at her chest. "The Dragon of the East, The Crimson Knight of Destiny, The Soul of Edogawa. Rejoice! You're in the presence of the Hydra!" Turning her nose up with a smug smile her index finger extended and her arm came forward to aim fingerguns at the crowd. "Pleasure to meet you all. Dun' know your names but if you make it in this bizz I'll try to remember them, no worries." Her words had the kind of confidence behind them that could only come from believing oneself invincible due to never having really landed on your face yet.  "Party's aight so far but it could use some better music. Do any of you know who to talk to about that?" May you never fall! Kokoro,ʚ Hymn ɞ, Nobu,Kawahara Ruri,Shizukana Yoru,

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[Jingjing]

Jingjing scurried her way to the costume party, accompanied by the sound of bells as she went. She'd had a fun idea, since her vigilante name was Lion, why not dress up in a lion costume? And that had made her a bit nostalgic, so she decided to see if she could get ahold of a Lion Dance costume. Which hadn't been easy! Or cheap! She'd never worn one before either, so just getting ready had taken a bit longer than she expected. Keeping ahold of the mask while making sure she could see where she was going was even trickier! How did professionals do actual acrobatics and stuff with these things? It had to take a ton of training, and in her short trip to the party she found herself respecting them a whole lot more for being able to make it look effortless.

When she arrived it was with the sound of bells, followed immediately by bonking against the side of the garage entrance and nearly falling over. But she didn't! Managing to get her feet under her, she tried not to pant too hard from jogging all the way here and glanced about at all the interesting people she could try to get to know and talk to - and a couple she recognized! She actually hadn't known the girls were planning to come to this party too, so that was a fun coincidence!

Might as well start by greeting the two people she actually knew, so Jingjing scooted her way towards Tamaya first in her super cool Samurai costume. "Ooh great costume, hydra! Is it a specific samurai, or just samurai-in-general?" Jingjing didn't know much about samurai, tipping the giant lion mask to the side to emphasize her curiosity. "And is that Buzzard in the silly cat costume?"

Yugure Saori, Kokoro, Shizukana Yoru, Kawahara Ruri, Nobu, ʚ Hymn ɞ, Shirayuki Tamaya,

[Shizukana Yoru]

🏍 Spectre

Sparkle's chipper demeanor caught Yoru's attention as she introduced herself first to the group and then to Weaver, as did her onesie costume. Something about the girl's seeming naivete kept the mood elevated.

"Saw some Soju on the way in," Spectre responds to Raiden's question, before pointing her finger to a part of the garage that notably has no door. "Didn't want none myself. Stuff's like drinking sanitizer, but you do you," she announces with a shrug of the shoulders.

"My specialty, huh?" Yoru repeated in kind to Kokoro's question. "I presume you mean that in a work sense. I do rescue. Tactics. Mobility. I've mashed in a few faces in my time, but it ain't my 'thing', less if someone's particularly dumb." Her eyes catch Hymn, having given his whole spiel. "Like that guy, maybe."

Her attention is briefly drawn away by the others who've entered the scene. Hydra's comment about music elicits an audible "Tch," from Yoru, who was quite enjoying the quieter ambience. She brings a hand to her hip, displaying a gesture of subtle irritation just as the sound of bells clamoring together heralds Jingjing's arrival. It's a party, Yoru thinks to herself. Should've figured loud noise would be inescapable one way or another.

She really can't bring herself to disagree with the lion dancer's costume assessment though. This Hydra gal knocked basically all the rest of our costumes out of the water, except maybe Weaver. Nobu's is good too, she thinks.

Yoru's good mood has dipped a bit. In an effort to start feeling the energy a little more, she takes a fresh swig of her drink and refocuses on Kokoro, who at least seems friendly and calm. "Anyway, if you're askin for that kinda intel it's only right you share in kind, don'tcha think? So whats your specialty?"

Character Page: Shizukana Yoru
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The party was awesome so far! More people poured in left and right with some of them being familiar even with their costumes and others entirely new. If there was one thing Kawahara didn't have bad luck with, it was making new allies [and enemies, to be fair], but at least with new allies, she didn't have to worry about them sending someone to break her legs...most of the time.[break][break]

Nobu's costume immediately caught her eye, and she knew from experience that if someone was willing to spend that much on a fancy costume for a party they were probably pretty good at this! "I like your costume! If you like Soju, have you tried honey soju? It's super good. My older sister usually has it!" she didn't know how to engage the guy, but he seemed friendly enough, and it looked like they had similar tastes! "How long have you been a vigilante?" She was still shoveling pretzels into her mouth even now, not wanting to miss the opportunity to have a proper meal[break][break]

She would greet Tamaya with a hug making sure not to use her real name this time (thank god) "That's a crazy good samurai costume Hydra. I'm glad you decided to show up!" She was going to continue until a real creeper showed up, and Kawahara frowned. "Okay that's super rude and I'm not interested in any of that. I don't think she is either," she pointed to Kokoro, and then took this opportunity to put some distance between her and Hymn by standing next to Tamaya. She was the most familiar face here, and she was very tough; if this guy got rowdy, she was 100% sure Tamaya could beat him up. "I'm not gonna vote on anyone. I'm here to network" She would listen to Shizukana explain her specialty and then chimed in "That's cool that you have a specialty! I'm uh...well I pretty much do whatever I need to do. I usually patrol Chiyoda, and I've been trying to find this person who goes by 'The Spider. ' They're trouble! If any of you have any info on them, I can give you my number." She'd give Hymn a side eye before adding, "Except for you."

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[Nobu]

Networking was always such a bore. People were often hard to navigate and overstimulating, but the aging vigilante wanted to make his presence known. So here he was, dressed up and feeling sexy. Well, until someone decided to ruin his night by telling him he had bad taste. If he were younger, there would be particularly nasty quips about how he has more taste and style than the hairs on the fellow vigilante's body.

The outfit was handmade by a friend and took an elaborate amount of time to put on. How dare he? Nobu knew not to care much about it, it was just someone trying to express dominance. Deliciously, everyone seemed to have the opposite of ideal reactions to the man and Nobu ate it up. Nodding at Weaver, he would give a brief thanks before enjoying soju in a more tasteful manner. Portioned, controlled, comfortably paced.

With the pleasantries of Kokoro, he sipped the soju and gave a friendly chuckle. "Certainly, when is a vampire not?" While he initially shrugged off Hymn, he almost spoke up when he was being particularly creepy, had the others not shut it down already. There was no need to fight, so he collected some soju and offered them around. "Why don't we take a drink in the name of being free from corporations as supposed vigilantes?"

Everyone would get down to that, he imagined. People HATE corporations. Nobu certainly did. When Ruri offered to exchange numbers to all but Hymn, he lifted his soju in celebration. "I'm always looking for work to thwart some villainy. I can bring the thunder." They'd likely write him off as just another random freelancing vigilante. He purposely kept himself from being social and just existed around the party.

Be friendly, gravitate towards the right people and the opportunities would reveal themselves.

[ʚ Hymn ɞ]

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Well, ain’t there egg on m’face?

It sure is one thing to be rejected in public, let alone twice — sure smarts the ego, if I’m being completely honest ‘bout the whole thang. Musta been the mask, I thought. Ye ol’ golden lady killers are hidden away behind what I thought to be an alluring and mysterious aura. But a few comments later, I stumbled onto the error o’m’ways.

“Life ain’t long enough for a licka liquor.” Keep it light as my feet as I take a step back and give everyone their fair share of space. ‘Round my parts, costume parties amongst strangers was for one thing and one thing only… Ion gotta spell it now, do I? A simple misunderstanding sure but that does not excuse the tragedy that has occurred here. I made two innocent people feel all but comfortable in what was meant to be an innocent shindig-a-sorts.

“My sincerest apologies. I have gravely misunderstood the nature of this event. This goes to boffa ya,” I gesture towards the ladies in fronna me. Then, towards the vampire I had chastised upon my arrival. “And to the handsome gentleman innat vampire attire. Y’look dashin', sir. It was gentle ribbin’ gone wrong.” With that I’d make myself scarce. My presence is clearly unwelcomed and I am by no means interested in harassing these fine individuals further, let alone wit’ meaningless competition meant to bring us together.

It’s not like this the only costume party ‘round here anyway. Least I hope not!

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Nobu Kawahara Ruri Shizukana Yoru Jingjing Shirayuki Tamaya Kokoro Yugure Saori

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[Yugure Saori]

Oh what tangled webs we weave,

when we practice to deceive.

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"Why, thank you." A hand on her chest and a slight widening of her eyes purposefully reinforced the sincerity of her response to Buzzard's compliment. Moving her wings just enough to have them shimmer again she continued. "It's almost embarrassing to admit I made it myself. If you like it I'm sure I could make you an outfit as well."

When Hymn first made his entrance Saori angled her wings slightly so they almost formed a canopy of sorts, the stiff upper parts creating a slight bend to the shimmering fabric rearing back. Protective without being restrictive. That was the intent. A subconscious message that Saori would have their back and if they had to take a step back she'd be there for them.

She was much too interested in seeing how the people present here would handle Hymn to intervene personally. Unless things took a turn for the worse Saori was perfectly content with simply observing everyone's reactions. The goal here was to foster connections after all, not insert herself into the spotlight, and nothing quite unites people like a common enemy.

Accepting Nobu's drink with a smile Saori took a certain amount of joy in the fact that she owned something that could be considered a corporation and had paid for the drinks that way. Seeing that the group had found a certain unison of opinion in their response to Hymn's comments The Weaver decided to capitalize on the opportunity. Offering a toast to Raiden's comment Saori aimed an appreciative nod his way before she began to speak. 

"Since we're all sharing intel I'll elaborate on my specialties as well. But first, introductions. For any who may not know me yet, I am known as The Weaver. My specialties lie in information gathering, ensuring fellow vigilantes can succeed in ambitious endeavours through connecting them to like-minded individuals -case in point, the current party- and attaining the required resources.  Should any of you be in need of advice, equipment or weaponry I'd be more than happy to assist."

Pulling out the phone specially prepared for her Weaver persona Saori used the infrared function to share her number with any takers.

"Sparkle. I shall make inquiries into the matter and see what I can find." Keeping Ruri's attention on finding one of her own alter egos was much safer than the alternatives after all. "In the meantime, perhaps hiring members of a certain cafe to look into the matter might not be a bad idea either." With a subtle head tilt Saori directed Sparkle's attention to Lion. Troublemakers though they might be she still doubted they'd get her in any serious danger. 

Making sure to keep up with the situation Saori kept her ear on the pulse. Her job was mostly done here, the vigilantes seemed to be associating with each other well enough, but she wouldn't count her chickens before they'd hatched. No, Saori would do her best to ensure these connections were fostered sufficiently to pay off in the long run.

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Tags: ʚ Hymn ɞ,Nobu,Kawahara Ruri,Shizukana Yoru,Jingjing,Shirayuki Tamaya,Kokoro,Yugure Saori