After her discussion with Juliano, Yurika cut her shopping trip short, opting to go back to the island and the safety of her room. The sneaky bastard wouldn't dare set foot on Fandom, it was too risky ( Read more... )

It was nice, to sometimes be able to slip away for a bit of shopping on her own. Dōjima hummed to herself as she sipped at the latte, her bags of purchases piled around her feet. Some days, it was good being a princess.

( Go tell that long-tongue liar, go and tell that midnight rider... )

Yurika hummed happily as she entered the cabin, sorting through the mail she had handwavily picked up in town. Junk, junk, junk...

Her father.

Her hands stilled for a moment before she sat down to open it. The contents were brief, in her father's sparse hand and tone.

Post-schooling employment has been decided for you....Mutually beneficial ( Read more... )

Yurika looked at the glowing portal skeptically, tapping her fingers against her leg as she regarded it. "Ano, are you sure about this?" she asked, glancing over at her companion. "You don't have to come, you know. Everything's going to be fine."

( Off on an adventure! )

Yurika's cellphone was ringing.

Dōjima's phone going off at odd hours was not an uncommon event, considering. It was usually Tōko or another member of the Tokyo scene, or even Rikku texting her rather than yelling up the stairs.

This ringtone, however, was not one of the usual suspects.

"Dōjima," she said curtly as she flipped it open. She wasn't ( Read more... )

She must have read the letter a dozen times.  Deadpool.  He was with Rikku's Deadpool.  She wasn't quite sure if that increased his chances of making it back unharmed, or reduced them.  At least he had Ino from the gun club keeping an eye on him.

Shutting the door, she knelt down and pulled a box out from under her bed, pressing her hand against the ( Read more... )