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Momoyo Kawakami      After yet another post-New Year radio show in the Kawakami Academy, Momoyo gets done snarking at bald S-Class (loli)ta admirer Jun. Most folks are still chuckling at the radio show, Momoyo is invited as a frequent guest solely because she's funny and interesting... but is usually the filler guest. Briefly, she can be seen talking to Naoe Yamato, Moro, Gakuto and Miyako at least. Chris passes by a few times but is usually acting as an unofficial hall monitor with how often she pesters her fellow students for illegal behavior and Japanese culture.

    For Momoyo's part, she's now futzing with a vending machine outside of the Cafeteria. It seems she was still desperately trying to get used to converting her Union wages back to yen. She drops in a few hundred yen for two or three peach juice bottles... while her perception was high level, it was still very possible to evade. She was, after all, not a very subtle person.
Jack     It's no coincidence that a rare world at near total peace unifying would get some attention. No coincidence at all that offworlders would start to snoop and get nosy or curious, to see what there is to offer, by way of tourism, trade, technology, and of course... Education.
    There was probably a bit of a quiet buzz. Word travelling about a new transfer student, but where she had come from was mostly unknown. The truth is, Jack had at least approached Tesshin Kawakami, with an honest declaration of her intent.
    Momoyo Kawakami.
    Her reasons however are not as personal as some others, nevertheless, within a short while of handling some formal paperwork for a brief sojourn to Kawakami acadamy as a multiversal exchange student, Jack Angelica Shoutan sort of kind of mostly fit in. Aside from her stark silver hair, minor facial scarring, and British accent, she speaks Japanese fairly well, and well... No one has really SEEN the new student anyway.
    A mild side effect of such a high level ability in Presence Elimination making it difficult for most non-elite students to even remember her existence.
    She plays the part of a new student well though. ... Mostly because it's not an act at all. Swapping schools, even briefly, can be a fairly daunting ordeal.
    "Um."
    Yes, um. Though she has seen Momoyo, after a brief perusal of whatever meager files accessible to her, and the whole televised duel with Nero, despite coming to this school directly due to the Samurai Girl, the reason for her approach just this second is also wholly legitimate and genuine.
    "Excuse us... We are looking for the eighth grade classes?"
Momoyo Kawakami      Caught in the middle of chugging her peach juice, she's still not facing Jack. Of course, Momoyo wasn't exactly difficult to find, even in the midst of a school designed to raise powerful students her aura was just plain utterly monstrous. Given that she didn't even feel the aura approach her, initially she didn't even think about her answer. "This is a high school. You sure you don't mean NINTH---"

    And there it was. It was one thing to sneak around Momoyo. It was quite another to speak to her directly while having no aura whatsoever. She turned around finally, though she could sense no hostility from the silver-haired girl. Not a single soul besides Momoyo noticed the teenager that she was speaking to. "...Who are you." she asks, very slowly setting her peach juice on the ground. Chances were, this girl could slip away from her at any time that she wasn't being directly attacked. Property damage at Kawakami Academy was infrequent but not an unusual occurence... but Momoyo causing it was shit that had long since stopped lest she get her ass beat. Which means this girl had a certain amount of leeway to approach her directly. It wasn't obvious what made Momoyo suddenly decide something was 'off' but the complete and total lack of an aura or presence had quite a bit to do with it for a non-assassin on Momoyo's level.
Jack     Ninth grade. That's a thing. The correction earns a slight wrinkle of small, pale, nose before Jack rummages into her bag to start fumbling some papers. Adjusting her big, round, pair of glasses as she quickly skims the sheet, something of a frown forms before she glances back up again. Indeed, completely non-hostile, now that she clearly has Momoyo's attention, perfect blue eyes meet burgundy. Clear, crystal, perfectly innocent- almost wholesomely childish eyes. A stark contrast to the deep and eternally endless eye of the unicorn that had growled and grumbled her way through negotiations and diplomacy. Nevertheless, even as the peach juice is set down, the strange transfer makes no hostile motion, and no defensive motion either. "Ah, we are the new transfer." She replies first, with an honestly so blatant it might as well be a punch all its own. "We are Jack. Jack Angelica Shoutan." Two foriegn names and a Japanese surname make for an odd combination, but the flow of words is so natural that it's no lie either, as she slides her papers into her rucksack with yet another frown of consternation. "We will figure out where we need to go, but- we suppose if you'd like to know more... We will be taking our lunch on the school roof."
    Just like that, she's gone. No, no mystical disappearing act, the silver-haired girl simply goes ambling along in her search for the proper classroom after what might have been a bewildering meeting. But just as she had promised, come lunch period, she's on the roof, pecking away at her lunchbox.
Momoyo Kawakami      Momoyo does sort out her lunch and head to the rooftop. It took a moment for her to tell her friends not to worry about it and that she'd mention it later. She would have to, Yamato would drag it out of her.

    She is eventually on the rooftop. Naturally there were other students around, not too many, but there was enough wind that a clandestine conversation was more than possible and none of these students were samurai-descended. Unfortunately Jack might have a time limit, not because she was at risk of exposure herself but Momoyo was a very public figure around this school.

    "Oi. I'm here." It took her a minute to even find Jack, because she was still aura-less. Momoyo was suspicious of course, but seeing as how she was on her home turf, she didn't get too terribly bent out of shape about it. "I hate meeting like this, so get to the point." she quips. It just didn't sit well with her to hide her intentions like this.

    Flouncing down on the bench nearest the tall chain-link fence, she had the courtesy not to face the small girl. It said plenty that she was willing to put her back to you. She sipped some of the peach juice she hadn't finished before getting up there, but otherwise, leaned back on one hand as her gaze focused on the sky. Thankfully, Yari had classes at this time or even that ditz could find Jack.
Jack     Jack quite knows what she's dealing with when it comes to the social tangles of school life. She picked up on that well enough on her own back in her home Tokyo, but the silver-haired transfer takes a moment to casually munch at some noodle bread, before she begins. It's blatantly obvious she's a weird one as it is, but so openly putting your back to her makes the Servant tilt her head with a childish curiosity.
    "Meeting like what? The roof is nice. It's got a good, cool, breeze, yep."
    The coy act is, however dropped. "Mostly we came to meet you. We will not be here long, just a few weeks before we go back home and to our school. But, really, we thought if you had any questions, you could ask us about anything. Even things maybe that shouldn't be talked about."
    Her indirectness is pointed. Momoyo should know immediately what she's referring to as she tucks an errant shock of silver behind an ear. "We'll answer as best we can."
Momoyo Kawakami      She shrugs her shoulders a little. "I get it." She almost thought to ask the little girl why she referred to herself in the plural... but thought better of it. That might be treading on to territory she didn't want to know about her comrades, after all.

    "Who is Zelgius?" she asks. "I know I've dealt with Amalthea and Nathan. I know there's others in the High Command that I need to look out for... but I don't believe everything Zelgius says about us not being disposable. That's at odds with what the unicorn told me." she sniffs. "There's other fighters like me, but none seem to be willing to go as far as I will to win." She left out that she had just returned from Njorun the day prior from fighting to a draw with a 700 year old hag... if it was important, Jack would have known about it before approaching her.
Jack     Oh good, she's a sharp one. Though truthfully if Momoyo had asked, Jack would have answered that too; nevertheless she works on whittling her lunch down amid the questions. "Zelgius is Zelgius." Again her answer is so simple and honest, it may as well be the only answer. But then she does elaborate. "We think he was some kind of important soldier on a world with knights and stuff. We never really asked, but we do know he keeps everyone in line and tries to help integrate other members better." But then she waggles a chopstick at Momoyo. "He is an honest man. The unicorn isn't always right. She is cranky and always thinks like a cranky thing." To answer more elaborately however: "There is a difference between disposable, and plausibly deniable."
    She had known about the match with Xiaomu, and a beat later she's tapping her lower lip with the same chopstick she had been waggling. "Going too far is a thing, yep. Take it too too far and the Union isn't going to want to say you're working with them. Just like the same reasons they won't say we work with them. Go too far. Don't match up with the public image. Face to keep."
Momoyo Kawakami      She waves a hand dismissively. "I'm not really interested in killing my opponents, but if idiots like to stand too close that's another problem entirely. I can hold back but it's ten million times harder to get anything done that way."

    She frowns thoughtfully, sipping at her juice again. Whatever food she was supposed to have had she must have scarfed down on her way up. "So who do we kill that the Union can't? I ended up on a mission in front of the Fangs of Nidhogg, but when I looked up the information later I just realized I probably showcased my abilities in front of a decent size pack of high ranking Feds. I know my world is safe even without the Truce, but people at my level in this world aren't going to rely on politics to keep them unharmed anyway... so what can I expect from the Feds?"

    "And what do I do about my new Au'Ra friend who is crushing really hard on me? She makes my fan club more interesting and is harmless in this world... but she's gonna leak information about my activities constantly. There's nothing I can do about it since Nathan helped me discover her interests are just personal... Yang described her as a good person doing bad things for bad people."
Jack     "We did not say kill, we said go too far." Jack points out mildly. "We do not kill." Added simply, as a poignant afternote. "Not anymore, anyway, and not when we can help it."
    So then who do they kill? Again, the way the Servant's head tilts is genuinely a childish motion. "It's not about killing. Not always. It's about being able to go places and do things most other Union people can't. We work the underside. From the shadows. It doesn't matter if others see what you can do, just as long as they don't know you're doing it for the Union. Example. Us personally? We investigate serial killings. Or sneak into places we shouldn't. We might not look it, but we're very good at it. For reasons. But it might look bad if we were caught. You get it?"
    As for what to expect from the Confederacy, she scrunches her brow thoughtfully. "We think, that depends on how you act towards them. You might make a few friends, but you need to remember where you've promised loyalty, yep. We've worked with them in the past to keep our cover. Just. Try not to poke a bear or do anything stupid. Keep your head down."
    And then she pauses. Especially when Momoyo mentions her Au-Ra problem. A slow breath filters through the Servant's teeth as one hand rises to rub at her forehead. "If it's the one we're thinking of, we're pretty sure we stabbed that one. To be fair she attacked first, we really would have listened if she would have stopped to explain but..." But. Jack slowly shakes her head and shrugs. Believe it or not, her first suggestion is not 'have you tried killing her?' "Ummm. Have you tried asking her to leave you alone? Though if she's telling them things, we think you can also..." Wait for it.
    Waiiiit for it...
    Cue the most epic level of childish wisdom: "File a lawsuit. Invasion of privacy, yep."
Momoyo Kawakami      She sighs. "I can't afford a lawyer, it's going to create legal precedent never before addressed to sue an immigrant for that... it'd be faster to send her to a Fed hospital if I find out information she sent to the Feds directly put me in danger." she grouses. "That being said she's really too sweet to beat up like that... but I prefer men who can get things done really. Picking on cute girls is a hobby when I'm bored." she stretches. "Maybe I'm just a better fit for things as they are than I thought..." she gets to her feet. "So strategically speaking, whose move do you think it is now? I heard of that HK robot, but I can't imagine that robot is going to keep an entire faction under his heel for very long... targetted and publically announced assassinations are freaking out some of the less hardened members all over the radio and that's getting so irritating to listen to." She's finally started to open up a bit, to another person who has been in her boat for much longer. Even, at the very least, Jack can send her to do things Jack can't do herself.

    "I gotta say, it's kinda funny though. The whole Union's seen my /abilities/ before but they're always flabbergasted at my /fighting style/..." she rubs the side of her neck while rolling her eyes. "Even Xiaomu almost acted like Yari after that last match... and her partner was a bit stronger than me. I actually wasn't even sure I could take on Reiji..."
Jack     Well Jack thought it was a good idea. But it looks like lawsuits are out of the window, too. Slender shoulders lift into a vague shrug. "Your decision." Nevertheless, pale lips purse, before Jack scrunches her nose. "Strategically?"
    She scratches at her cheek. "Strategically speaking, you and us aren't on the playing board." She notes. "Gives a lot more freedom to make your own plays." Is her answer before she grimaces at the mention of HK-47. "We have heard of that one. It is very blatant. Makes itself too much of a visible presence. That's gonna come back to bite it when it tries to get around unnoticed, sooner or later, yep. Let them get the heebie jeebies. Let someone else actually handle it. Or handle it yourself 'for funsies'." But then she spreads her hands. "We have not met Xiaomu or Reiji. We would not know."
    Lunch break is almost over, though, and that means she's packing up, wrapping her lunch box, and stuffing it in her backpack "Your fighting style is kind of wild. A little scary. We're pretty sure we wouldn't want to be on the other side of it. That's usually reason enough."
    That seems to be about it, for now, as she slings her bag over her shoulder and starts making her way for the stairs, before halting, paused as if idly remembering something only mildly important. "Oh. Right. We should probably tell you why we're in, if you've been curious. We are Jack the Ripper."