Daily Check-Ups [Cadet Morning Event]

Despite the tumultuous nature of the earlier evening, the morning eased in gently with the sun beginning to rise from the horizon. The entire night left a bad taste in Julius' mouth. Yes, his Cadets succeeded taking down Infinite Jest, or at least what he believed a significant portion of it. Even then, they paid a high toll for their success. But they could not stop the broadcast in time. It was Superbia's job to reign over the media, but she horribly failed in her role and paid the price for it. The loss of life disgusted him, but he did not hover over the issue. What's done was done. The Nameless Guard was as much as a force of nature as he was the shining star for the face of the Government. But the entire night made him think about something. Platinum Playhouse and Infinite Jest, two names he never heard of. Though the former sounded familiar in all those years ago. But were they working together? It was a question that needed to be answered.

He nonchalantly glanced at the preoccupied Alex with his mobile game, Maria patiently waiting for the others to arrive, and of course, the obvious lack of Lisa's presence in this room. After all, she wasn't coming in today. The fact didn't surprise him. There was... an arrangement made earlier last night he certainly did not approve.

Before letting himself dive deep inside his own thoughts, he finally noticed people beginning to file in.

The previous night had been, admittedly, intense even for the unfettering Black Lion. That troupe of clowns were tricky, and they were quite effective in demoralizing some of the Cadets, mostly Susan and Cecilia. Though even Albrecht himself fell prey to their tactics, once overtaken by a bloodlust of heights he had never had before and a second time by being haunted with images of her. Deep down that scared the Forgotten, but he had his duty and he could only afford righteous zeal and love for god while at it.

The Knight entered Class Zero, not too long after Maria had arrived. Not clad in his armor, but his dark jacket and civilian clothing. Yet he still carried Lamina Sanctus inside its weapon case. He calmly scanned the room, taking note of Alex's presence. He was in the mission the previous night if his memory didn't fail him, yet he was unaware of the cadet's identity. His attention then turned to Maria, who he gave a greeting nod with a small smile. Finally there was Julius.

"Good morning, Prince Julius."

Commands: Obey the Queen, and the Royal Family. Protect Endymion and it's citizens. Halt Psyche Terrorist activity.

Status check: Anomaly.

Failure to follow Command: Protect Endymion and it's Citizens.

Cause: District Leader Superbia: Deceased.

Preventable: Possible. At Cost of Unit's functionality.

Perform Memory Wipe of events after 'Incident T' Y/N

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He needed to remember. To do better in the future. That was what he told himself, anyway. Last night had told him something, after all. Something that was useless would always be that way. He had no clue how he hadn't realized that he wouldn't last long in this job. That Serah had only been a fluke. That she'd only been arrested through the work of the others. Every time things got harder against T, it had been his fault. He'd dropped his guard, or hadn't been fast enough to evade, and it could've gotten the other Officers killed. T gained momentum through his mistakes, after all. He was glad Officer Groves had apparently managed to stay standing. He wasn't even sure why he was attending the Exam this morning. After all, it wasn't as though he could have any physical issues, and mental ones could be fixed with appropriate memory wipes.

Even after T, the failures hadn't ended. Psyche Terrorists terrorized the city with an illegal broadcast, and he'd been to slow to apprehend them. If anything, he probably just slowed Officer Hunt and Officer Tsurinai down. Maybe his suggestion of Hostages made them spend extra time-valuable seconds-looking. It hadn't even been his place to say anything, had it? They were higher rank than him, and, as humans who proved themselves, far more valuable than he'd ever be. Maybe, if there were Psyche Terrorists, Nameless would've executed one of them instead of Superbia. It was still a terrible outcome, but at least it would've been a criminal instead of a citizen. Another outlet for her rage.

Part of him wished he had tried to shoot her. He remembered the urge, to tell Superbia to run, somewhere, anywhere. Someplace where she could escape the rage of the woman. He hadn't gotten any further than tightening his grip on the strap of his soul bound. On some level, deep down...

He didn't want to die.

And that was illogical. He couldn't die, just as he couldn't live. Emotions or no, there was no reason to fear destruction. A new unit would be made, with a new body, and potentially, be actually of use to the city.

It was nearly as illogical as his boasting to T. He had felt so alive useful. He'd felt like maybe, if he could be the one to deal the final blow, the other Cadets, the Boss, and the other Units would finally realize he served a purpose. That he was no longer a failure punching bag.

He didn't realize Officer Hunt's situation until he heard the gunshot. He remembered being horrified alerted, fearing calculating the odds of it being a real gun. The lack of blood drove him to immediately revive her, but still...he'd nearly let another Cadet die to fuel his ego.

And that just showed how despairingly useless he was. How could he protect Endymion's citizens if he couldn't even protect his teammates? Even as Nameless prepared to slaughter the others where they stood, he couldn't bring himself to pull the goddamn trigger commit treason.

He'd have to apologize to her, and Officer Tsurinai when he saw them. And give Tsurinai her glasses back. Only heroes deserved cool shades, really. Action Movies and Boss had taught him that. But the fact remained, he was no hero. Extra baggage at best. His Highness hadn't even acknowledged him last night. He'd disappointed his Commanding Officer, he could tell.

He wasn't more than spare parts with a big gun. That was what he had learned last night. In the way of better Cadets. The other units had always known. It showed, whenever they visited the store. Looking at him with what he could now tell was humor. He was a joke to them, and rightfully so. They probably would've done far better than him last night.

His Beret and sunglasses were missing, when he finally arrived to the morning examination. He was silent, staring at the floor, and only looking up to offer a quiet "Good morning." Not expecting anyone to acknowledge him. He still had no clue how he'd made it into Class 2. He'd been knocked out no less than three times, after all. Pride had died twice last night.

He should have killed his own before it went that far.

Along with the students making their way around, Sumi separated from her companions to attend the meeting. Even after the events of last night, Sumi gave off her usual perky attitude thanks to her morning coffee and some much needed rest. While she had been less active near the end of the mission, she was still grinning with the memory of her efforts at the beginning. Flamma was turning out to be a much bigger aid than she figured! Their lucky streak of demons less resistant to fire damage lead to Sumi being a major damage dealer and, in time, a competent fighter in the eyes of her teammates. She hadn't seen Takeru in most of that time, but he'd probably be stunned at the sight of crisping demons just as she was.


"What's up, everyone? Ooh, Prince Julius! Pleasure to see you again."

Shiina was not the sole individual to have not found any rest since this began. The drive from her home to Seven Stars was not an enjoyable event in any sense of the word. It was difficult for Susan to pay attention to the road with so much else going on in her head and the fatigue that weighed her down, if anything the traffic did give her some respite in how she could drive more slowly although it did nothing to relax her nerves. Her lack of focus caused her to miss her turn more than once and with the stress building up she could find herself laying on the horn once during her trip. The night had taken its toll on the businesswoman, it had ceaselessly battered her with trauma and concerns and every other little thing that could wear her down.


The events of the mission were disturbing on their own and burned into her retinas, but even know it was beginning to become cloudy. Perhaps it was her lack of sleep or perhaps it was disassociation from the event, whatever the reason the memories came in little uneven flashes, seemingly out of order, somewhat hazy. Susan had not slept that night, and yes for lack of trying. She had been diagnosed with shock when she was being triaged and was treated immediately through what she later researched was a normalization method. She was given water and snack biscuits and spoken to like a person, she was allowed to cry and placed in a safe environment until she could regain some modicum of shaky control of herself. It wasn't the relief she wanted but they were medical professionals and there was no doubt she needed the aid. Her head was checked for concussion but that would have required more extensive care than emergency personnel could give immediately, and so her entire night had been spent at the hospital.

It was a busy night indeed. At first... Susan refused treatment. At least until the others could be helped. The civilians, the ones they had beaten within an inch of their lives, that they had burned and shot. The small woman exercised her authority as a Cadet to wander the halls of the ER to check on this individuals for several reasons. None were in the condition to ask questions of and it was assumed that they were under mind control but this couldn't be confirmed. They could still be dangerous. Looking over the victims opened up fresh wounds and incited the trauma to come crawling back. It... reminded her of long ago. That she was a killer. Or... no that was wrong... or was it...? But the combination of dread that one of the victims would awaken and fight and the combined guilt of what she had done or had done before had caused her to have at least one panic attack that night. Fortunately she was left to deal with this alone and refuse all aid again. She received.... looks... while she was there. Looks of concern, fright of herself or by proxy, she couldn't tell, and she was thanked for her service on numerous occasions. This praise was ignored until it wore on her nerves, on two occasions she acted out aggressively, one time commanding a civilian in the wait room there to "shut up". Susan did not want to hear any of it, it was pointless and a drain on her psyche. They could not understand and she did not want to explain.

And then the broadcast came. She had seen it in the wait room. It was... stressful, to put things lightly. The businesswoman digested it with a furrowed brow, placing her hand to her arm to note down every word said, all actions of significance with her ability to write at a touch. Susan had a full sleeve tattoo of the manifesto when all was said and done yet she did not have time to digest this. There were more immediate concerns. As the sole Cadet there and a representative of the government she was in charge of easing the fears of the public, at least at the hospital. She was looked to and asked questions. Susan wanted to sob in anger, in failure, but she held her composure long enough to reassure them that nothing within that broadcast could be believed. What evidence was there? They were the wild claims of a ranting madman, nothing more. She again had to restore their faith that the situation was under control and Cadets were already on scene, and explained that this was a volatile situation but it was being handled with the utmost care.

...Susan was asked how they could allow this to happen. Why did it happen at all? How could they not stop this? She had her theories but said nothing, merely repeated herself that the situation was under control and being handled. ...some took to murmuring, distrustful whispers. She would not sway them and did not wish to give out information she did not have or could not release. And someone touched a nerve of hers.

"Then what is she doing here? Shouldn't she be out stopping them?"

The businesswoman was aware that her presence was not needed, she had called dispatch in the middle of the broadcast and was aware that Cadets were on their way. She was injured. There was nothing that could be done. Susan left that night without medical treatment, she would have her head wound looked at later on during civilian care hours. To reassure the public she requisitioned a ride with the local police but she would not be going to the SMILE TV studio. They didn't need her and she was too late. Susan had to get her weapon and car back from the police station, and to ease the concerns of the public.

Susan did not arrive home until 3 A.M. The remainder of her time was spent cleaning herself up, dressing her head wound herself, and making an attempt to form a brief and theories over the events at the television studio.


The small woman reported to Seven Stars in her self-imposed uniform, a black polo shirt, cargo pants, and her pink sneakers. Professional yet appropriate for physical activity. She carried her usual silver briefcase with her P90 inside and a bulletproof vest she had requisitioned from the police for future operations, compensating them of course. And as to be expected, pages of her findings in a manila envelope. This time as she strode through the halls she was not mistaken for a teacher, not with her visible neck and wrist bruising, bandaged head wound, and her pointed stare that cut through the students. The crowded hallways put her on edge and she found her fingers tightening on her briefcase, keeping aware for threats that would ambush her despite her current location.


Susan held an unfocused, irritated glare that looked past everyone, pointed at no one, as she slid open the door to Class Zero. She did not wish to be here. She no longer wished to deal with any of this. What Susan needed was a week of not speaking to anyone, allowing herself to recover as she formulated her theories and trickled information to her superior officers as it was discovered. She did not need to be here. They were going to ask her if she was fine, she obviously was not fine, it was an exercise in pointlessness yet this was her responsibility and she had to appear as ordered and give information as she took upon herself to do. But she did not have to like it and was not feeling any sense of polite today. Her body ached, her head hurt, she was exhausted, what she needed was rest and time to herself not to engage in needless bureaucratic record-keeping of her physical injuries and mental state. The only thing that could help her was allowing herself to recover. She knew that. And she was also aware of her volatile emotional state and did not want to interact with anyone until this could come under control. She found herself becoming angry or frightened or anxious or weeping throughout the night and she had no pause with which to reset her composure, no defined moment that the mission was "over" and that this nightmare would end. It all blended together. The worst day of her life would have no end if she could not be allowed to sleep and engage in a new day.

Susan marched passed everyone else, giving no greeting whatsoever as she found a far seat of the classroom and fell into it, setting down her briefcase and sinking her head into her hands. She just needed it to end, it had to end already, it had to be over...

Oh boy, it was another pain in the ass morning to get his ass up for.

Why couldn't they just call it a damn day for the shit they went through? Damn that night was tense. Really, it was crazy with all these bombshells dropping left and right and they still had to attend school on the next day. Cadet work was expected to be grueling and challenging, but they really needed some kind of union for this breakneck pace of work. It was hard to say no to the "good pay" they were supposedly getting from the government, the "gibs", as some of his peers liked to call it. What a joke.


He tried to stay alert and aloof. The latter part he got in naturally, but the former not so much. His steps were uneven and unsteady when Joseph shuffled in.The Cadet didn't pay much of an attention to them aside from giving a short wave and a yawning casual "Mornin'." before stamping his behind on a chair and his forehead square on the desk. Goddamn he was tired.

It made her blood boil. Every word caused her skin to crawl and her eyes to water, the hand clutching her phone trembling with anger and hate as the events of the night played back through her mind in unison with the stream. At the time of the broadcast, Cecilia had ignored the contents of the speech in favor of focusing on stopping it, but now on her way to Class Zero she decided to plug in her earbuds and give it a quick listen before the meeting. At least that had been the initial plan. She only needed to watch it once to get up to speed on the information released, but instead it continued to play on loop endlessly, the girl unable to bring herself to pause or mute it as she found herself in a trancelike state. The absurd accusations, the calls for open revolution, the final burst of explosions and the subsequent gunshot which pierced her ears... It echoed through her again and again without end or escape, drowning out the world around her and the incessant pinging of panicked group chat notifications.


...Perhaps that was a good thing though. Even though she hadn't taken a look she already knew what her friends were saying, what the strangers around her were mumbling as she passed them by. Her mind filled in the blanks better than reality ever could: she knew they hated her. She knew they were judging her, condemning her for her failure as their protector, rightfully demanding repentance after seeing her frozen-in-place in those last few seconds of the broadcast. It was all her fault; perhaps the people around her didn't know about the grander truths of that night, but they knew that much without a doubt, knew how worthless of a protector that this child pretending to be a champion was. She could see it in their eyes whenever they wandered her way, the same furious glow and glimmer of yellow that had pervaded her own throughout the night, the same glow of T's eyes, of Shiina's, of Jackie's, of Susan's, of Albrecht's, of Haru's, of Maria's, of Lisa's, of that stupid mutt, of the jesters, of the Playhouse, of the Cadets, of Superbia's broken limp corpse, of Nameless, of Julius, of all that ever was and all that ever would be, staring and screeching and crying out for her attention. Her head throbbed with agonizing pain similar to the feeling of when she had first summoned her Persona and she was forced to move a hand up to touch it, hastening the speed of her footsteps as she rushed down the hall toward her destination, her finger slamming against the pause button on the video and finally bringing the purgatorial playback to a halt now that she was out of range of the crowds of early-risers and club-goers. Slowly she breathed in and out while resisting the temptation to hurl the phone into the nearest wall, Julius's parting words from the ballroom echoing through her head and convincing her to simply stuff it in her bag instead, the Cadet shaking her head and pulling her hood even further down over her face before finally approaching her gathering comrades and entering through the entrance with them.


The drooping rabbit ears of the hoodie lightly shook as she scurried her way over to a seat in the back isolated from everyone else, sitting down and hoping that no one was looking -- or at the very least that her current brave face would be enough to get them to ignore her after a brief glance. Her body was still lightly shaking, but other than that she'd look fine for the most part, even if she wasn't acting 100% chipper and confident as she usually tried to. She'd keep her gaze fixated down on her phone until the proceedings got underway, although if Julius cared to look in her direction for more than a split second she'd return the gaze and mouth a quick thank you, figuring it was the least he deserved after everything he had done last night. It was a shitty half-hearted way of showing appreciation, but it was better than nothing at all.

Azami strode in behind Shiina with a wag of her tail and a spring in her step. She wasn't aware of the broadcast thanks to having passed out after the events at the ballroom and this fact would keep her unusually enthusiastic and cheery, the shiba prancing in with a deluded smile on her face, though it was unlikely her personal pride would falter even if exposed to the failure of the others. After shooting a cruelly smug smirk at Jackie, Cecilia, and Albrecht she'd follow Shiina over to her spot and sit down on the floor in obedient silence.

Takeru strolled in calmly, noting who had shown up.
"Oh, hey Sumi!" he said to her when he saw her.

At least there was one familiar face he knew.
Last night had been odd for him after he headed home.

That weird ringing wouldn’t go away in his mind.

It felt like he had a question in his mind that he couldn't quite bring his thoughts together coherently enough to ask.

As the Cadets began to file in, Julius gave nods of acknowledgement to those who greeted him the morning. But to Cecilia, he cracked a small grin. It was already obvious that the majority of Cadets were exhausted and taxed from last night's events. But, that's what made today's meeting all so important. As the Cadets were filing in, two newcomers shuffled inside. To some of the Cadets, they were quite familiar. Julius only smiled towards them and gestured them to take a seat. When it looked like there was no one else coming in, that was when the Cadet captain began the session.


"Name's Shin, but you all know that already. Don't know how much help I can be, but if you want a decent portrait, hit me up." The once-known Demon Painter grumbled his introduction to the class. He looked as if he didn't quite want to be here or rather he seemed relatively disinterested. Or perhaps he just didn't seem all too comfortable with all these people in here. But his peer proved far more chipper. "Friends call me Serah! I kinda got a bit off the deep end as far as grades and attendance goes, but I guess they trusted me with enough responsibility to be a Cadet? I'll work hard and do what ya'll need me to do. Hope we can get along!"

No matter what their motivations were, they seemed hopeful and expectant. Just like any newcomer into the prestigious Cadet force. Of course it was as a given that the work was grueling and taxing. But when that all comes into practice, it was going to be a real test of mettle. Just like what is going on with the current Cadets. When their introductions were over with, it was time to get to business as the Prince began to fold his hands together.

Thankfully no one had noticed her yet nor approached her, and Prince Julius did not comment on her lack of manners. It was incredibly fortunate for certain, Susan did not know how she would react. She was loath to be bothered at the moment, her only want in her life at this point was to get this over with and head home and she could not even manage that. Susan had one more meeting after this, at her civilian job, and she could not shirk her responsibilities no matter how she was feeling. No one else was prepared to give the quarterly report, she had always done so, and she would suffer for the remainder of the day in order to give it. The businesswoman slowly massaged her temples as the rest entered quietly just as if not more morose than she had been. Susan had to bite her tongue when Prince Julius began speaking. He was aware none of them had enough rest. This meeting was pointless and had no purpose. For the sake of emergency situations the frazzled woman would have been more than happy to devote all her time and energy into ensuring success but not for meaningless visitations. This could have waited until the afternoon.

The small woman lifted her eyes above her fingertips as the Prince announced new arrivals and was overcome with an intense stare at the young lady she recognized.


This was... abnormal, to say the least. Given her profile and Susan's experiences she would not expect Serah Williams to become a Cadet. She did not believe she was mind controlled as the other civilians had been at the initial attack, at least not in the normal way. It took place over days and she showed fanaticism in the process, Susan doubted that Ms. Williams would have a change of heart so quickly. Susan did not think she should be allowed to become a Cadet after her transgression, victim or not, she showed potential to harm government personnel. ...although she may be judging harshly. A guilty conscience could be to blame for this and her capacity to wield a Persona could guarantee that she would survive the initiation. It was most definitely smarter to keep her somewhere she could be watched regardless. But still, she was skeptical. This would require further data.

Upon Julius's prompting Susan would shoot to her feet immediately and take position at the chalkboard with a weary stride and empty gaze, stand-offish gaze. She was less eager to please or redeem herself as others were and more aching to perform her function so she may leave and get the rest she requires. She brought her briefcase along with her to prop up on a table, missing the latch once in her awkward lack of focus to pop it open and retrieve pages upon pages of texts. Susan once again neglected her greeting as she took her stand, though she would give a form of "introduction" to the new recruits.


Of course there was more written within her drafted report than she let on, and Susan would have went deeper in depth had the new Cadets not been present. She was aware there was an information leak within the government, "T" could not have known what he had known were there not. The small woman touched the board and as she did so writing began to etch itself in white chalk to engrave her major points before she brought them up. Due to her fatigued state these were rife with typos and trailed off at times, though she did not immediately notice.

Soul Skill:

"I will begin with the chain of events. The attack began within Vista Square at nightfall. We can assume that it came with some form of advanced warning due to the presence of... specific... entities before the call to dispatch came through and Cadets could engage." Susan would stress that word, though she was referring to Lisa. She had not been captured or kidnapped, she would have mentioned something. Therefore she would have known beforehand. Someone had either found this out and did not inform anyone else, that someone being the Princess, or this attack was advertised which would fit into the psychological profile of both "T" and the literal definition of terrorism, that is to strike fear into the public in order to accomplish a goal.

"...th-they accomplished this through unknown chemical attack, enemies we encountered were compromised of two classifications: humans and demons. As witnessed the only human that possessed a Persona was "T", I will be referring to him as such as I do not know his real name. M-moving on, strong evidence was presented that these humans were under mind control and forced to engage government operators with violence against their will as evidenced from their pacification after "T" was neutralized. This is believed to be a result of the gas, "T"s Persona, or a combination of both from present factors. This also leaves demons as a factor, they were working in concert with the humans. Because they were working alongside humans and not just operating in their general area we can assume that this organization has some capacity to control demons, again, likely through the gas. They may also summon or attract them but I have no more data on the means of how this would be accomplished. Th-they, u-umm, th-they also held an odd fascination with... turnips for some reason. More information is required regarding this."

"Glossing over irrelevant details it can also be noted that "T" had a certain power of mirrors, giving them the ability to be traveled through. It should be noted that this ability extended to others and not just himself, as we were able to navigate the mirrors to reach him as were more mind-controlled civilians toward the end of the mission. It should also be noted that the structure of this studio became warped until his presence was removed as you have all witnessed."

Susan paused, staring blankly at the chalkboard for a moment as if she had forgotten where she was and what she was doing. Her head felt empty and the pieces to the puzzle she was presenting did not want to fit together. Nor did she not want to cover this next part. But she eventually shook off her fatigue, literally shaking her head back and forth to continue her brief.

"..........n-now we come to "T", his actions, and his motives. "T" could be seen taunting us from the start of the mission to goad us closer to him. He alluded to having set up this attack to solely draw Cadets in and allowed us to reach him though he could have easily escaped or prevented our progress. I believe from these actions his goal was to demoralize as evidenced by his........ h-his ideology and a-actions." Susan's heartbeat began to quicken as the stillness of the room encroached on her, and her breath became shallow. Her eyes darted over to her submachine gun, nestled safely underneath her papers where she left it and she rubbed her face with one hand before continuing.

"....f-from "T"s man... m-manifesto and speech we can gather that his motivation was steeped in fanatical occultism, and from there we can gauge the severity of our enemy and what they're willing to do to accomplish their goals. Like Al Qaeda before him religious terrorism is the most extreme and as we've so seen their members do not value their own lives and are willing to carryout more egregious acts in the name of their idol, in "T"s case this was The True Queen who he did not name. What he also let slip to us is there is a strong possibility of a second group of terrorists that I will allow someone else to cover, possibly a rejected splinter group from this one. I-I have more that can be covered which will be available in a complete report at a later date, it is too large to cover this morning however in conclusion this enemy is calculated, organized, and is willing to go to extremes to accomplish their religious goals. With an enemy this organized information will be a key strength in how we deal with them, I will stress again that any you have should not be revealed to untrusted persons. Thank you."

Susan of course did not cover T's message, at least not within the presence of these newcomers. Nor did she think the Prince would reveal anything on it. It was information pertinent to her investigation however, she needed to know if he was aware. The leak could be coming from the top or unorthodox sources. The businesswoman did not return to her seat, instead taking to leaning on the desk she placed her briefcase on so that she may update the board as needed as well as give theories for discussion. Susan would take to resting her head in both hands again, breathing a little quicker than normal. She just wanted to leave...

Jackie wouldn't take a seat in the classroom, instead standing awkwardly by the back. The only time he even moved towards them was to quietly place The Shades of Order on Officer Tsurinai's desk. She looked...well, not in the best mood. "I'm sorry." He offered quietly. He obviously couldn't say what he was sorry FOR right now, but...hopefully she'd catch on. With that said, he made his way back over to where he'd been standing prior, only stopping to cringe quietly, when Officer Azami gave him a smug look. He deserved it. She'd been the hero last night...she was a good dog. He just hoped the victory didn't go to her head. Watching someone else be built up only to get knocked down...well, that might be hard to look at. Still, it wasn't his place to offer that advice to her, even as the only one who could actually communicate with her, as far as it seemed.

By the time he made his way back to the spot he'd been standing in before, Julius was asking for a report of what had happened last night. Jackie began combing his memory, as Officer Groves spoke. Most of it was things he already knew, except for some strange obsession with turnips. Still, she made a few good points. Namely about untrusted persons. The idea of a mole in the cadets was...honestly one he didn't want to entertain, but had to. Especially with the second incident last night. They'd clearly been distracted so the Clowns could get their real message out, there was no denying that. But if T had just been a distraction...would the three of them had even been enough to defeat the Terrorist giving the speech? Officer Tsurinai's persona seemed to have the useful ability to change form, while Officer Hunt's healing abilities seemed nearly unmatched. But...it'd taken six of them jumping in and out to defeat T, and in the end, he and Officer Hunt had been essentially shrugged off with a single attack, as hard as it was to admit. Jackie rubbed his arm. Really, Officer Groves had, as usual, offered out most of his observations. He had to admit, she was good at her job. There was nobody he'd prefer to have backing them up in the field. Well, besides The Prince, maybe.

"At the start of the mission, we split up. I was led by Officer Tsurinai. I'm missing a chunk of memory from after we destroyed a mirror, however a battle or two seemed to happen during that time. If someone else remembers, it would be appreciated. After we found the next mirror, we made it to the next room, where we were held up by particularly strong Psyche Terrorists. Eventually we won, and after solving a 'puzzle' involving moving lights around, we could move on, and we regrouped with the other Team to confront T." He gave a small pause. "We engaged the criminal after he gave a speech. At first things seemed to be going well, but then..." T stopped playing with them, and took it seriously. "He was moving far faster than he had been before, and a Demon that was helping us for...some reason...exploded, catching us off guard. I-I would suggest executing them before they can turn on us, from now on." He stared at the floor. Giving a small sigh. He had no clue who thought it would be a good idea to bring a demon along with them to something so serious, but that had to be one of the worst decisions he'd seen yet. "Though...it looked like T did something to the demon first. T-the fact he picked a demon instead of one of us at least means he can't make us, um, suddenly explode. W-which is good for the organics."

The presence of Shin stoked his inner anger like fire. How he loathed people like him, but it was a loathing he could subdue, unlike how he felt towards he scum of this earth that were the demons, though he'd grow ever uncomfortable with that scum near him. There was also a girl who went by Serah with him. Albrecht wondered if she was another reformed Terrorist for a moment but decided to focus on the report of other cadets. With his arms folded he listened, and continued to listen for a good while. Susan seemed to focus more on figuring out the motives of Jesters through her observations while Shiina presented something more related to combat behavior. Then it was finally his turn to speak up.

"Those in my squad were up to standards. Cadet Sumi was quite useful in the earlier stages of the operation. Cecilia's supportive skills were useful as always. I'd like to bring attention to Cadet Susan's tactical savy and abilities as they were invaluable. And it all carried over to the fight with T." He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "As other cadets have mentioned they were capable of using mind altering spells, used of trickery and proved quite capable of demoralizing a few cadet. That's something we should watch out for, we can't afford to have cadets hesitating or having second thoughts during missions." There was a hint of disgust and anger in the Forgotten's voice as he described the Jester's tactics, just mentioning them caused such revolt in his soul. Were it on him he'd have burnt the place down with T inside and consequences be damned.


"I wonder if these Jesters leaders are capable of creating some sort of hive mind when they 'infect' citizens." Albrecht commented about one of Shiina's observations. "Or how they are able to do combat much like Demons do."