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“There was a cackling laughter and then a fiery explosion. That was the start of every eyewitness testimony of what happened that night.”
The screen cuts to damaged camera footage as a mass of people are strewn about, many wounded from the explosion. Their attackers all crowded around them, Pyro Jacks circling and laughing as they drift closer and closer around the civilians, toying with their prey. Their screams of terror intermingle with the Pyro Jacks, for as fast as the burst onto the scene they all become entombed in ice. The Jacks screams are cut off by the ice and the sound is replaced by a schwing of steel as each demon is cut to pieces along with their icy prison. Their remains fading into a reddish-black smoke. The mysterious hero tries to walk towards one of the civilians when the sirens of emergency vehicles whir through. He then glances at them and then the security camera above him, seemingly weighing his options. He leaps past the camera unto the roof. The video stops on the last frame he was on, a Kitsune mask all that is visible.
“The illusive Fox is one of the more well-known among the rise in heroes. His mysterious looks coupled with his swift and graceful fighting style has made him an icon among the rising vigilante community and the general populace as a whole. As the government scrambles to find counter-measures, citizens are currently looking at P.T. for-“
Oracle sighs as she closes the tab in her desktop. Opening a program of her own making, a virus routed through surveillance cameras around the city to bring her information and all were coming up zilch. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply as she calls forth the demon Necronomicon. It floats over her and materializes tendrils of cables all plugging into assorted openings in her PC. Oracle looks over and sees five cables unable to plug in and retreat back into Necronomicon.
‘Nice, only five out of twenty were bad this time. Amaaaaazing.”
The camera feeds blur and bleed together as the designs on her demon pass over it and leave. They all dull over, not finding anything. Necronomicon unplugs and fades away. Oracle leans back in her chair, bored out of her skull. She turns to her second monitor, in the bottom right corner is a minimized game window. Currently paused over four pixel figures on an grassy overworld, but before she return to it there’s a beep in her headset.
“Oracle reporting in. Status?” She answers.
“Nothing on my end. I noticed you hadn’t briefed me, so I thought you were busy playing your game again.” Fox chided.
“We ex-cuse me for not giving you all the details of the nothing going on!”
“I refuse to believe there’s no demon activity happening throughout the country.”
“You don’t even have the change to get the train back home and you’re expecting me to tell you to run a hundred-something miles to some action.”
“A hundred miles in what direction?” His voice tightens.
“It was an example you dunce. Besides you’re taking on too much work as it is. Let some of the others take over sometimes.
There’s a sigh on the other end. “Fine, I’ll be on patrol for two more hours. Tell me if you see anything.”
“Yeah yeah I get it. Oracle signing out.”
The call drops. She looks back over at the monitor for the time, half past midnight.
“He’s not gonna get any sleep to tonight is he…” A frown passes over her.
Futaba Sakura is a sixteen year-old girl. A shut-in who could barely leave her own room, let alone her own house. With little combat ability she was no match for the monsters that plagued humanity. But one day her self-indulgent, directionless life flipped around and she became Oracle. The information coordinator of those who could fight back. A small part of team that helped defend mankind from the beasts that would prey on us. And she was committed to her task as any one of them. Oracle rolls her neck and sits straight back up. Typing quickly on a different program.
‘Well I don’t need sleep either. I’ll back you up as much as I can.’