Alkatraz Kranberry (2024)

28/02/2023

=== 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚖 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 20 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟾 | 𝙳𝚢𝚎-𝙸𝚝, 𝙽𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚔 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. Intertwined .⋅} ────── ⊰

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⊱ ────── {⋅. Ad Over. . . .⋅} ────── ⊰

Inseparable. Show One and Show Two were rarely one without the other, and they complemented each other quite regularly as a pair. As they sat a few tables away from Accompany's CEO, they passed time with each other. The Northern part of the island around Emperor’s Peak tended to be safer than most areas as Accompany personnel were not too far around.

“It’s already started. Those two new ones didn’t seem to go as people expected. One of them just seemed to blatantly walk towards the finish line and Whiskey ended up winning. Good for her, really but something’s up.” Show Two flicked a few taps on his screen and his game character unleashed a flowering burst of yellow and gold crystalline energy befitting that of a synthetic alchemist.

“What’s up, exactly?” Show One looked up from his phone. His character stood still after plunging a meteor to solidify enemies that threatened Show Two.

“You know, who won based on Whiskey Chaser’s bet?” Show Two said in hushed levels.

“Mate, that can’t be. Look, Meidich-san trusts the MIDA duo. They’ve known each other since they were just lads. The Sanguine Stakes board is in full trust of MIDA as the head of the committee. Do you actually think that MIDA would actually manipulate the race and jeopardise their place?” Show One placed his hand on Show Two’s wrist. The other one shifted his eyes over to Sackon, conflicted over whether his trust may have been misplaced or not.

Trust was important in Accompany. Their CEO was always steadfast about it. It seemed as if Their superior wasn’t quite aware of their conversation as he was quite already busy fiddling with his tablet.

Show Two reciprocated with his hand on the other's wrist, keeping their arms connected with the other's. He sighed in resignation before letting go.

"Well, at least Hyena nearly got the win and Sender's got the bag on that one." Show Two said.

"We don't really get much out of that one though, do we?" Show One chuckled.

"It's a matter of Good Will towards Voltaire, probably. I've got no idea what's on in that man's mind, really." He sipped on a bit of caramel tablea.

"They seem quite acquainted, aren't they?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think they've got a thing for each other? With Ms. Margarita Chaser." Show One flicked his eyes to the side as if alerted by something. Show Two almost chortled at the thought, stifling his laughter to a mere chuckle. "I seriously doubt Sackon has any interest in women. Genbu, however-"

"What about Genbu, Show Two?" Their CEO stood behind them. If there was any displeasure he felt, there was no indication in his expression.

He continued regardless. "No matter. Ms. Comet should be on her way soon. As usual, please ensure the perimeter remains quite secure."

And as Hyena Denzel's safety was ensured before her, no matter the outcome of the meeting, she would likewise be without any danger.

Yet perhaps based on her background, she could be the danger to any threat itself.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♔ .⋅} ────── ⊰

❏ Available Locations: Emperor's Peak locations, Publicly Open Silk Road City Venues
❏ Sort of-available Locations: North Sands Race Course, Umbrella Beach Race Course, Port Side Race Course (currently fixing the track after the races and the week long rains)

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♔ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Image Source : Archiexpo

28/02/2023

== 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑳𝒀 𝑺-𝑵𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 ==

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For once, MAAAAAA was grateful that he wasn't a minor in high school. It meant that he could sign his own paperwork. Which meant he could go to the school trip even without Genbu's permission.

(Haha! As if.)

But he was desperate to go. He had endless energy running in his veins, more so than usual. It would've felt odd, but MAAAAA felt like he was on top of the world. Hell, he even finished thrice his practice runs that morning.

So when his onii-san frowned and reminded him of prior engagements (recordings and trial runs, and even some meetings he really didn't need to go to), MAAAA soldiered on.

"Come on, onii-san! This is definitely in prep for the CG. Wouldn't it be better if I scouted out the enemy?"

He didn't believe that, not really. Fellow racers weren't enemies, just rivals. But it did give Genbu a thoughtful look on his face.

:turtle:: "Alright. But keep meeting Missus Catherine while you're on the trip. Her guidance is integral."

MAAAA couldn't help himself from letting out a whoop in excitement.

"Of course, of course! I promise."

He was already out of Genbu's room halfway through his sentence, and he failed to catch the dangerous glint in his brother's green eyes.

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27/02/2023

=== 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚖 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟿 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋 𝟸𝟽 | 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙰 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚢 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. Under Pressure .⋅} ────── ⊰

📻 "𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝑖𝑠 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝘈𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺?"

🎙️"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑂𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝐷𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑂𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴."

📻 "𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴! 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘖𝘢𝘬𝘴, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘖𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵!"

🎙️"𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧? 𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑉𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡?"

📻 "𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑑. 𝑉𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩."

🎙️ "𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑑-"

*𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘*

Thankfully that wasn't the worst of it, though the damage has been done. Most will have to judge for themselves now what unfolded in those races, but at least it wouldn't be as bad as it was. Still the damage was done, and still there was damage that couldn't be fixed, consequences that couldn't be taken back now that the choice was made.

"Haaah. . ."

Luigi slumped on his chair, leaning back on it and groaning. He saw the race itself, for once he had nothing to say when George had called him out and told him to put a leash on the one under him. Admittedly he wasn't wrong, and when the opportunity came to let loose she did not give in at all. Right now, it was placing him in a tighter and tighter spot. Both outside of MIDA and within MIDA.

". . . Damn it all."

The blonde bespectacle man bended down and propped his elbows on his desk, rubbing his forehead at the consequences, trying to calm it down but if there was one thing about Luigi it was that he couldn't stop 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. Past conversations were coming back to him again.

'Your partner said just the term, Uncle. That must mean MIDA thinks the same way too. I was just using it as an example, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?'

They just did that, didn't they?

'𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?'

Treated them all as A̷͙͠s̸̯̾s̴̻̈e̸̪͠t̶̨͛s̸͖̉

'𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮-'

𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑛.
𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑢𝑡.
𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑛.
𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑢𝑡.
𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑛.

𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑢𝑡.

"Damn you Mateo."

He would look up, see the blank computer monitor and the reflection of himself. He hadn't much sleep last night, or the night prior even, the bags under his eyes were showing and the tired expression seemed to be his normal expression now. It felt like staring at a different man, he wanted to ask if he was doing the right thing but he knew the only answer back to him was silence. No affirmation, no reassurance, Whiskey's words echoed in his head on repeat, 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 him.

'𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝑊𝐼𝑁 𝐹𝐴𝐼𝑅𝐿𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷𝑁'𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝐺𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇!'

Not once has he betrayed his promise to the racers under him, not even to 𝒉𝒆𝒓 even when she caused trouble. He would not dare to betray their trust if he could help it. Luigi chose to never let them be weighed down by what MIDA had to do, what he had to do, in the underground belly that capitalized on these racing teenagers.

Not once has he betrayed this promise to those under him, and if anyone went by technicalities he hasn't. Yet it hurt as much as if he had finally broken the one tradition he himself set for himself, the one thing he told himself to never break when he came back to Silk Road City and couldn't face 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

And that was 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 he made to those under him. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.

'𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.'

The keyword was: 𝒕𝒓𝒚 between him and Whiskey, and admittedly he was failing utterly and almost miserably at that, wasn't he?

". . ."

Sometimes the regret just hurt so much that you just wanted to 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, even if the end of the tunnel was going to be Heaven. He wanted to, but he knew better that he could only keep his mouth shut and press on, keep things moving along even if the regret within him welled up. But they were far from the tunnel, and if this whole charade was teaching him anything so far-

'𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.'

It was going to hurt more before they ever see that light.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♔ .⋅} ────── ⊰

❏ Available Locations: Emperor's Peak locations, Publicly Open Silk Road City Venues
❏ Sort of-available Locations: North Sands Race Course, Umbrella Beach Race Course, Port Side Race Course (currently fixing the track after the races and the week long rains)

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♔ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Image Source : Artstation - 林菜鸡

25/02/2023

=== 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟾 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟻 | 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. Muddied Crowns .⋅} ────── ⊰

The week was forecasted to be raining, and apparently the weatherman wasn't lying. Rain had been coming down, a heavy downpour at one point having stopped a race completely given how drenched the races were. A bright light had pushed through the day prior to today, only for rain to come down on the final moment. But, well, it wasn't enough rain.

So, the races continues in probably the worst conditions you'll face yet.

The race courses have been prepared as best as possible, likewise the races were thankfully rescheduled when the downpour was lighter so puddles wouldn't need to be a worry. But this may be quite the challenge ahead given the muddied track, every step much harder a challenge than the dirt track some of you had to face. Any of you could back out now, some of the other racers already had.

But you weren't going to back down now, and that's why even in the rain quite the crowd has formed to take the stands and the streets around.

The Midair Marching Maven
The Prodigy
The Persistant Princess
The Black and Red Note
The Red Line Chaser
The North Bound Pride
The Fearless Alkatraz
The Kamikaze Ryusei
The Usurper of the Animal Kingdom

All of you were going to brave the rains, brave the mud, brave the harder track and show Silk Road City a little challenge wasn't going to stop you. For some of you the reason was personal, for others it was 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 personal. Two newcomers emerge, whispers of their presence and if they could match up with their fellow peers, join the ranks of SRC's strongest generation.

The game was set, let's see if your legend can survive and shine after being dragged through the mud.

⊱ ────── {⋅. Shenanigans Buffs .⋅} ────── ⊰

Everyone is allowed to pick any combination of two down below:

- Season 2 Confirmed? - +1 PWR
- And Injustice Deliciously Squared - +1 PWR
- Heat : EP Clinic Edition - +1 SPD
- Vavavavavavavavavavavavavavavavavvavalentines Event Launch - +1 STM

Note: Stats are allowed to go above 9 thanks to Shenanigans Buffs

⊱ ────── {⋅. Additional Notes .⋅} ────── ⊰

❏ There will be a spectator thread, please title if you are in the audience stands or watching from outside the venue. Feel free to assume the race is being livestreamed, so you are free to spectate from a completely separate location altogether.

❏ Sanguine Stakes members will have a separate thread to interact with fellow members or watch the races. You may watch from the viewing halls of the races or from other locations.

❏ Provided good reason, side characters and NPCs may interact in the backstage/underground parts of the race course. You can set this as a Spectator Thread or use it in Free Roam.

❏ Mods will attempt to start the races at 9:00 PM.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♔ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Image Source : Ascot Race Course Official

25/02/2023

=== 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚢 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟾 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟻 | 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. Ramping Situation .⋅} ────── ⊰

The rain was something to avoid, sure. The racers were something that needed to be watched and protected given the events of last week, sure. Though the students barely knew of the situation in the Sanguine Stakes, that didn't mean what was unfolding hadn't reached its tendrils towards the lives of the racers.

Because, sure enough, instead of buses and cars at the parking lot, instead of relying on some of you to make it to the race course by foot and on the course, most of you who made it clear you were going to the races were guided by security staff to a hidden parking lot. All towards what seemed an army of. . . Armored Cars? And even more suited men and women?

"Ma'am, sir, please step into the vehicle."

A suited man or woman would probably be telling you as the door of the car was opened for you, a scene somewhat familiar to some of you and weird to others. If you would look around similarly suited men and women, a mix of Equine and Humans seeming to keep an eye of the perimeter. More importantly all bore the same red coat over their shoulders, even the security team and Boris wore the same uniform. What symbolism it implied, it was unclear.

What was clear at least, was that they seemed to be taking the safety of everyone far more seriously than before.

"All teams advise, racers and companions are on the move. Over."
"Copy, over."

As soon as everyone entered, they were brought along their respective race courses.

⊱ ────── {⋅. Meanwhile. . . .⋅} ────── ⊰

Sylvia would be watching the affair while the rain poured, watch as the racers would be exposed to a part of the Sanguine Stakes. It was starting to interfere in their lives, the Crown's Gamble was starting to interfere with the racers. Even if the security concerns were valid, this shouldn't be happening, it shouldn't be this blatant.

"Fu***ng Hypocrites those two."

Sylvia cursed, eyeing her computer and the S-Net post that became a sign of things to come and the storm that the two let into their city, her school. They were overstepping their jurisdiction, stepping her toes willingly. Sylvia Ethon wasn't going to let herself and the school being a welcome mat, her students another tool in their plans. She tented her hands, Sylvia stared at the details.

It then 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅.

". . . I see."

If this was the game they want to play, fine. If the fall of Rome was what they wanted, that's fine too. Because it all meant one thing, if those two were playing Caesar with this city, their lives, that meant one thing.

An uprising was in order. A 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐬 had to exist. And when the time comes, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♔ .⋅} ────── ⊰

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24/02/2023

=== 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚢 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟽 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟺 | 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. Ash-like Snow .⋅} ────── ⊰

Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.

Everything that once was and everything that would be. To the same end it would all reach.

Memories of everything were what remained. Figments of castles that were now all but rubble where it once stood. Where once was laughter and jubilation now laid an empty silence left to collect dust.

Meow.

"Snowflake, you're going to fall from that shelf you know. I've already got Buhawi's mess to deal with."

It had only been a day since Robin had taken in this little kitten she had named snowflake and the feline had already become a hyperactive ball of fluff just constantly climbing any ledge it could find. One wrong move was all it would take for everything to come crashing down yet somehow there was none aside one little album falling off and making a loud thud that brings the little cat to go down in its curiosity.

Meow?

Pleading eyes looked at its owner who was reading the paperwork on her student's suspension, urging to pick it up. Something that Robin obliged immediately just to take her mind off of the situation.

"Oh, I remember this. These were good times."

Page after page was filled with images of a bridge that had long been burned when Luigi decided to abandon her. Still she reminisced the events in their entirety as she told in detail to a cat even if it didn't understand mortal speech.

The time Luigi borrowed her car to practice driving only to crash it.

A beach party suddenly turned into a race course all because she told Luigi she wanted to run.

The original plans for Robin's penthouse as crudely drawn by her and Luigi when they were younger.

A picture of them being scolded by the SRC fire department when Luigi tried to learn how to make candied apples.

And finally the first picture of the finished penthouse with Luigi and Sachiko by her side.

"A shame it's all gone now. You won't leave me right snowflake?"

Remembering the old days through beautiful pictures yet all it brought her was a pang of anguish in her heart as it all reminded her of the tormenting fact that at MIDA abandoned her.

And MIDA doesn't abandon any of its racers.

Not Sachiko.

Not Sardonyx.

It was just her that had been thrown away and discarded.

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?

All of these questions returned as her prosthetic hand curled into a fist. The chapter in her life she would close and return to where it was before scratching the well-behaved kitten that sat on her desk.

"You wait here okay, I'll just get you some food."

So to anyone who would want to reach the dorm head, they would all be first greeted by this little one who watched over her chair.

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23/02/2023

=== 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚖 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟼 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋 𝟸𝟹 | 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚔 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. Broken Legend .⋅} ────── ⊰

A practiced smile. A pleasant demeanor. A friendly face. This is what Triple Six Tachyon knew to do when it came to these business calls with her client. They liked the formality, even though she didn't, but they were her only chance of getting what she needed. The second chance, to relive what it was once like. She was on her wheelchair while in this video conference with her client, with multiple levels of encryption, to ensure that nobody could tap into their call.

"Of course. The tests went great. The side effects were minor, but the benefits were obvious. Best part, you can hide the stimulants into food and it will not change the effect of the drug."

And besides, who would say no to a small piece of chocolate? Only the most health conscious of freaks would, but since the drug didn't need to be taken purely, it can easily be hid in other food items with some easy adjustments.

".... Of course. They'll be sent to you tomorrow. There's an excellent testing ground for you as well. Port Side Community Cup. The race was too mediocre for any of the kids. Easy testing grounds with little consequence. Nobody cares if it isn't from the Peak anyway."

She said with a cynical chuckle, as she eyed the things around in her apartment. It would seem beautiful at first, with the high windows, the colorful floor, and all the foliage, but everything had it's own story. The colorful floor was nothing but spilled chemicals that stained her floor, for every experiment that she couldn't do in school grounds. The foliage? A way to hide her shame, the crutches and even the wheel chair she sat on right now. The windows? An easy way to dispose of unwanted results.

"You will still be funding my research, even after making this drug for you, right? I made some progress of my own... i can actually jog now, after all. The pain only sta- ... Yes. Of course. The priority is making sure this plan of yours happens first. My personal matters can wait."

She wanted to slam her laptop shut and throw it out the window, but she knew she needed these people. She just needed to hold on for a little bit longer. Just until she can finally get what she needed out of them, and she can finally live those old days again.

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❏ Available Locations: Emperor's Peak locations, Publicly Open Silk Road City Venues
❏ Unavailable Locations: North Sands Race Course, Umbrella Beach Race Course, Port Side Race Course (currently hosting races)

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22/02/2023

=== 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚖 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟻 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋 𝟸𝟸 | 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙰 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. A Wrench in the Works .⋅} ────── ⊰

"And what were you able to gather?"

George was sitting in his office, looking at the figure across him. A massive figure in purple armor of some kind. When it spoke to him, it spoke in a distorted voice, making it difficult to really link back to any real known person, at least, for those who already didn't know who was beneath the mask.

"Some interesting notes, but otherwise just as we expected. Pegasus Tenma is on a break, so we ain't sure if he'll make the race."

The figure said, sitting on the chair across, with its legs raised up, resting on the top of the table. George didn't mind the display of rudeness. It wasn't hurting anyone anyway, as long as the information flowed, he saw no reason to stop the behavior of the one he was talking to. If anything, it made it just easier to speak. Less need to watch his language if the person he's speaking with doesn't give a crap.

"From what you've sent from the sign-ups, more people are coming to the Pacific Ocean derby."

George said, to which the figure replied. He sighed, this was within the plans anyway, but that didn't mean he had to like it. If anything, they may have gathered way more attention than they wanted, thanks to a certain incident yesterday. He sighed and furrowed his brow, to which the armored figure noted, and let out a small cough.

".... And I let you already know what happened yesterday too. Blue Horizon's incident. That bitch... I leave her alone for one day and she has to cause this much of a damn mess."

George didn't need to say anything. He agreed with every word that came out of the figure's mouth. They were lucky that the incident didn't leak too much, but this was going to be dangerous. They would have to put a stricter watch on Blue Horizon if things were going to go this way.

"I expected him to handle her better... but I guess I expected too much of him."

He said under his breath. He sighed and waved his hand, letting the armored figure know that the meeting was done. As George watched the figure leave, he would sigh and bring out a small flask. 12 Year aged whiskey. He wasn't one to drink, especially not while working, but this was a special occasion, one where even he needed to drop his professionalism and just let his shoulders relax a little. The next few weeks were going to be hell, he knew... he didn't expect it to be as early as yesterday.

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❏ Available Locations: Emperor's Peak locations, Publicly Open Silk Road City Venues
❏ Unavailable Locations: North Sands Race Course, Umbrella Beach Race Course, Port Side Race Course (currently hosting races)

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20/02/2023

=== 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚖 -- 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷 ===
= 𝙵𝚎𝚋 𝟸0 | 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙰 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 =
= 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 : 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 =

⊱ ────── {⋅. In Motion .⋅} ────── ⊰

'Luigi, you 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕.'

Is what Luigi would be expecting Sho to say right now, and honestly being jumped with something as serious as what was posted a moment ago? Luigi too would be saying the exact same thing if he was in Sho's position. There was reasons for his words that night, a suggestion of what to do. A favor he lost, but not exactly.

"And now the games begin. . ."

If he and George guessed it right, the other companies, the Big 4 especially, were already taking the hint and moving to do what they can to secure Silk Road City, if not securing themselves. This was the Crown's Gamble after all, in the heart of the Pacific, in their 𝑨𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔. This could be the rise and fall of their empires, what turns their castles into sand or makes the grip truly iron.

No one, and truly 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆, should interfere as they all make the biggest gamble in Silk Road City's career.

S-Pro branch here in SRC should be moving to black out all mentions of the Crown's Gamble going inside and outside. A media blackout unlike anything the world has seen, where even the Underground will not know the details.

Grimmaldi should be keeping the populace occupied and distracted from what's happening in Silk Road City's Underground, and if Saturday's surprise was a given also feeding the others under them.

Accompany should be moving to secure Silk Road City's borders, to make sure nothing goes in and out without their knowledge. Government, Company, Group or otherwise, they were going to act.

MIDA. . .

". . ."

Luigi stared out of the view from his office at the Portside, watching the rain patter on the glass. The situation regarding the losses (and the one surprising win) was drowned out with the deafening news of the Crown's Gamble, likewise all the inquiries that soon followed.

Yet all Luigi can remember what his prior conversation with his not-uncle, which almost seemed a warning, to divert course before it finally pushed through.

'Witnessing Rome fall overnight is enough for one lifetime.'

Vindhler told him, giving his answer on the perspective whether this city would survive. But sadly, they weren't just there for a perspective.

'But Uncle. . . 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?'

For their version of the answer was finally in motion.

*𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔*

Luigi looked to his phone, seeing the screen and seeing the caller ID. Normally he would reach out ASAP, but this time he hesitated on answering the call. After all, it was the former Director of SRC's Sanguine Stakes Committee on the other line.

His actual Uncle, Jonathan Top Gun.

". . ."

Luigi hesitated, he let it ring a few times but it didn't stop. Three, four, five, it was nerve wracking to think of what his Uncle might think, hear what he had to say about what they were doing to this city that he built. Eight, nine, it kept ringing, though with a sigh Luigi picked it up as his Uncle was a stubborn one. They could be here all day and he would still keep trying to call.

*𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘*

"Uncle?"

". . . Luigi, hey. I heard rumors." The voice in the other line started off with, "and saw the post. You really are pushing through with the Crown's Gamble, aren't ya?"

Luigi bit his lip, knowing what was at stake, knowing what was going to unfold as MIDA brewed the storm and was taking everyone with it.

"Uncle-"

"No need to explain yourself, Luigi, and George too if he's listening." His Uncle would say, "just make sure that now that's in motion, you're committed all the way on this gamble."

"Yes- wait what?" Luigi would say, being surprised at how non-chalant his uncle sounded about it.

"And, big and, make sure the racer's are treated well for the storm you're making them ride along on. Crown's Gamble is going to kick up a frenzy with the smaller companies, especially with that whole strongest generation thing going on this year. Double up security if you need to. Don't want another incident like last Saturday with that actor and director fellow."

A pause, then a chuckle from Luigi. "What? Did I say something funny?" His uncle would ask.

"Well, honestly I just figured you would say something else Uncle." Luigi would say, leaning back on his chair. "Like disapprove, or maybe dissuade me and George."

"Hah, you guys are old enough to be making mistakes I shouldn't be interfering with." Uncle Jonathan would say, making a point in the 'former' part of his title. "Even if it means you accidentally burning down the tree I've been enjoying the shade of, that's on both of you but I ain't complaining."

Well, that was unexpected. Luigi was about to speak but, well-

"Though, you guys are going to pay for my allowance if MIDA falls, yeah?"

His Uncle would add. A pause again then a chuckle from Luigi, the mood lighting up.

"Don't worry Uncle, we'll keep paying."

"You better, I kinda like this cushiony retirement I've been living. That and your cousin is with me, and you know how much a spender she is."

"Should I put a credit limit on her card?"

"You know she's going to break your back faster than Sachiko and Robin would if you did that."

A chuckle from the two, a sigh as Luigi looked out and saw it was still light rain. The storm has finally broken, in due time Silk Road City itself will be tested.

"What I want to say is this, you made your choices, you stick with them, however it works out. Consequences aren't consequences if you don't feel them and learn from them." His uncle would say, "though, Luigi, are you really choosing to leave it to just randomly picking? Surely you thought about contracting someone?"

"Oh, well, we have chosen someone to race for MIDA, Uncle. Just not from this generation."

"Oh? Ah. Ahh. I see, it really is 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎."

"Hah, as you said, make a choice, stick with them however it works out." Luigi would say, staring at what sunlight beamed through the clouds, because it may be the last time they see it in quite a bit.

"We'll bear with what consequences come after."

S-Pro controls the information.

Grimmaldi feeds the populace.

Accompany guards their borders.

MIDA. . . Well, for now, MIDA Instigates the chaos and bore the consequences of being the 𝑼𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒓.

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❏ Available Locations: Emperor's Peak locations, Publicly Open Silk Road City Venues
❏ Unavailable Locations: North Sands Race Course, Umbrella Beach Race Course, Port Side Race Course (currently hosting races)

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