Welcome to Academy City. The time is late afternoon, the weather is stinging, and the date is February 16.
You are Kyril Torikov, Level 3 telekinetic combat cyborg and you were being scolded. Nayuta in her usual manner could only be exasperated at the state of your equipment. You had told her that it couldn’t be helped. There were only so many times you could take a thermite explosive in the face before the armour failed. The ensuing explanation of your little fracas with Hamazura earlier in the morning only made her more annoyed at you. It didn’t help that she had told you to take it easy for the next few days. She said she sounded like a broken record at this point.
Your helmet couldn’t be folded up while still missing its left half so you were sitting on a chair whilst the rest of Judgement Branch Office 49 looked on, mostly amused. MINERVA just kinda stared in to space. Kaoru was of course doing her best to not laugh while agreeing with Nayuta whilst Kongou had a shallow smile as she kept doing the paper work. Nayuta clambered about your shoulders. As she repaired your helmet, she continued to scold you about taking better care of yourself and the trouble this today brought.
After your rather public outing with MINERVA yesterday, the grand public of the City had gotten it in to their heads that VERDICT was hiring. Well, it wasn’t hiring so much as finding a replacement, or some kind of back up. Now the crazies were really popping out of the wood work. By that, you meant, people were going around in masks, beating up random thugs, and posting videos of them doing it on the internet. This was not entirely your fault of course but since you were free, Nayuta had told you to deal with it.
>Issue a blanket condemnation
>Welcome it, make it a spectacle
>Let someone else deal with it
>Other (write-in)
Info: pastebin.com