Main Story[]
Each level of the story has one opening and closing dialog, with the mission occurring in between entries.
Warehouse District[]
Miss Fortune |
Anima Squad, report to battle stations! A breach has been detected on the southern barricade, adjacent to Final City's warehouse district. Battle Bat intel shows evidence of a tunnel system dug by a Level 3 Primordian Threat. This —and the hordes it brings with it—must be stopped at all costs. Suit up and strike them down! |
Seraphine Battle Dove
[BD-01] |
Mission Report Followed orders exactly as she laid them out:
… Okay, so I broke one rule. But I couldn't resist singing a totally kick-butt anthem just as I was, well, kicking butt! My new squad is WAY different from my former desk buddies, all "reloading!" this and "bogey on my six!" that. probably has the biggest muscles I've ever seen. She says she could bench press a Crusher, and you know what? I totally believe her. Didn't get to talk to much. She grabbed my coordinates and ran off, muttering something about "scouting things out for the newbie." Typical Battle Bat, so secretive! probably saved my skin a dozen times in just our first battle! She also packed our meals from the trip, so I guess she's saving my stomach too! There's no fiercer fighter than —I've watched the highlight reels with Riven, so I know it when I see it—but she might enjoy war a bit too much. Goes without saying (but I probably should, because this is a mission report and all) that we showed those Primordians a thing or two. Even that giant one tunneling all over the city! We've started our journey to the signal's source. I know the path ahead is dangerous, but with my squad by my side, anything is possible! Ooh, I feel a new song coming on…! |
The Outskirts[]
Seraphine |
Seraphine to base… Seraphine to base… We arrived at the source of the signal. And of course, as soon as we do, the signal goes dead! There's no sign of Riven. No signs of a struggle either. Was Commander Fortune wrong? Was the signal sent by someone else? Will continue to search the area. It appears to be an abandoned human outpost. Like, way abandoned. Could be hundreds of years old. But if it's abandoned… then who sent the signal? |
Seraphine Battle Dove
[BD-01] |
Anima-messenger Log:|S: Commander Fortune, Seraphine reporting in. Mission did not go as planned. |X: That's one way of saying it. One incredibly wrong way. |S: Xayah? I didn't add you to this thread! I mean, I totally would have… |X: I hacked it. Your password is POPSTAR123. Got it on the 3rd guess. |MF: So what happened, you two? |S: The signal… it wasn't Riven who sent it. I'm sorry, Commander. |MF: Who was it, then? |S: A Primordian. Well, ex-Primordian. Her name is Briar. She wants to join our squad. |X: I told Sera that letting some squid join our squad is a bad idea. She can't be trusted. |S: We don't know that! I mean sure, she did start out fighting us, BUT she said she couldn't control herself. Normally she's got an inhibitor, but Bel'Veth removed it! |MF: Bel'Veth…? |X: You know that slimeball? |MF: She's about as high up the Primordian ladder as those squids can climb. Been orchestrating attacks on FC for years. This is bad. |X: See, Sera! I told you!!! |MF: Come back to base ASAP. This signal was a ruse. |MF: There's an underground lab near your location. Should lead to a shortcut home. |S: Yes, Commander. |MF: And Seraphine? |MF: You're in charge. If you think you can trust Briar, then reconfigure that inhibitor and bring her back with you. |S: You got it, Commander! |
Subterranean Lab[]
Seraphine |
Seraphine repor░ing in… Signal strength░eakening… as we move… ░urther und░rground… Rendezvoused with ░... ░odename BW01. He knows these subterranean sys░ems and will lead us back to Fin░l City… This place gives m░ the cree▓eep▓eepz▓z… all this ancient tech. Rusted pipes░can hear the ocean… nearby… rushing water. Need to get bac░the city… nee▓eds u░ City░eeds…us▓s. |
ERROR ERROR
[ERROR] |
Alert: Incoming Primordian Transmission… Final City! Your "Anima Squad" is divided and broken. They, too, harbor a traitor, a member of my legion too weak to face the glory of our ascension! Unwittingly, she lured your so-called heroes into a trap. And now they lead her back to you, and still your faith remains? This is the lunacy of your species—your sense of mercy. But I have none. At this moment, your "saviors" traverse a hidden underground home of your progenitors. There, they have discovered what I broadcast to you now: there is no guiltlessness in war! This world was ravaged, its rivers sucked dry, its forests purged, its sun blotted out. Not by my legion, but by primitive "curiosity," the bane of your people! We Primordians seek only recompense! Your pup, the swordsman, discovered this truth and abandoned you! He runs back now, tail between his legs. His reunion will be brief, for my hordes are pounding at your door! No bastion will protect you! Hide! Cower! We will pluck you from your high-rises and Anima Squad will watch, helpless, as we drink deeply of your gore! Cherish your final moments, Final City. Extinction has arrived! |
The Beachhead[]
Miss Fortune |
Squad, this is your Commander speaking. The Primordians are at our shores. They outnumber us a thousand to one. Leading them is a colossal general with near limitless power. I'm not one to give speeches about the odds. I usually let my guns do the talking. But hear me when I say that this is not our final hour. They made the mistake of underestimating us. And it will be the last they ever make! |
Seraphine Battle Dove
[BD-01] |
Official Anima Squad Broadcast: Hello all you beautiful people! Battle Dove Seraphine, here, stealing the mic from Commander Fortune to give you an Anima-Update… We did it! I won't lie to you, it was looking pretty bad for a second, but it's in our darkest moments that we shine the brightest! I have to give a special shout-out to my squad for trusting me. Look at what we accomplished together! Defeating a skyscraper-sized Primordian leading a full-scale invasion of the city? Even Riven didn't do that! Yasuo, thank you for guiding me and the team back home. I know things are different now… but I really hope you decide to stick around. Anima Squad needs you. Illaoi, Xayah, and Leona! Without their strength and wisdom, I wouldn't be half the "little leader" I am! To our newest teammate , I speak for everyone when I say YOU'RE SO AWESOME. And if you think I don't speak for you… then I'll send my friend Jinx to make you agree. Just kidding. Jinx!? Jinx, come back here! …I should probably go make sure she doesn't actually hurt anybody. *bzztt* Final City, this is Commander Fortune. Seraphine is right… though I might've worded things a bit differently. We've won a long and hard-fought battle. The war isn't over. The Primordians are still out there, and so is Aatrox. But we're stronger now. More knowledgeable. And we've got a "Briar." When they come back, we'll be ready. |
Character Stories[]
Each entry in these stories is awarded from character quest progression.
Seraphine |
Squad-mail Seraphine: Forwarding you one of Riven's battle transcripts, per your request. The last one we have recorded. Maybe you can find some comfort in reading it. MF BATTLE BAT DRONE RECORDING 76X72BLM21 DATE: [REDACTED] |COMMANDER: Fall back! *screeching cries* *bleating* |UNIDENTIFIED SQUAD MEMBER: We've lost the forward defenses, Commander. |COMMANDER: Thanks ███ —tell Officer ███ secure the western perimeter. |USM: We've lost contact with her battalion. |COMMANDER: Then we— LOOK OUT! *squelching* *clinking weapons* |USM: I—thank you Commander. I didn't see them coming… I— |COMMANDER: You would have done the same. You ALL would have. *silence* *distant gunfire* |COMMANDER: Listen up! I know it may look bleak. I know that forward progress feels like a broken promise! But the people we're fighting for… they still believe. |USM: But what if our fight isn't enough? *indiscernible whispering* |COMMANDER: Then we'll find another way. We'll take the battle to them. We won't give up. Hoping in the face of hopelessness makes us human. That's— |USM: Commander. The western perimeter has been breached. |COMMANDER: Watch each others' backs. FOR FINAL CITY! *chittering* *screams* |
Sarah Fortune Battle Bunny
[BB-01] |
Anima-messenger Log:|S: Commander, thanks so much for sending me that classified recording! I won't mention it by name here, because I know this isn't a secure channel! |MF: Seraphine, I'm the head of Anima Squad. You don't have to worry about getting reprimanded. There's no one to report this to. Our org doesn't go any higher. |S: Oh! Of course. |MF: So. What did you think? |S: What did I think? I mean, so much! |S: I know some people think that Riven just abandoned us, but this has to prove that she would never do that, right? |S: The way she talks about Final City… it doesn't sound like… I mean… What do you think, Commander? |MF: Ha! Well if I were more like Riven, I'd say a commander doesn't think… they do. |MF: But I'm not the same leader that she was. Riven inspired her people, but she didn't talk to them. I'm not sure we'll ever know how she really felt. |MF: You don't have anything to say? |S: No, I'm just suppressing it! I'm so happy you're finally opening up to me! |MF: Don't make me regret it. |S: I won't, I won't! |MF: I've pored over all of Riven's logs, ones with much higher security clearance, and I don't feel any closer to her. Or understand why she'd leave. |S: Maybe she found another way. Maybe… she didn't. But I trust you to lead us. Riven may have been the first, but you're my Commander. |MF: Thanks Seraphine. And… let's keep this off the record. |
Leona Battle Lion
[BL-01] |
Anima-messenger Log:|L: Jinx, I need your opinion on the most efficient weapon for an upcoming mission. |J: Hey Le-Le. Hm, don't love that nickname. Maybe Leo? Leoness. Like a Lioness? |L: Just Leona is fine. Did you get my message about the weapon? |J: Sorry, I can't just call you Leona! All my friends get nicknames! |L: I was thinking maybe bringing a Radiant Field with me. But you're the weapon expert. |J: I'm also a nickname expert. Did you know that I call Commander Fortune just plain ol' "Fortune"?<br>L: Everyone does that. |J: Wait, what?! Ugh. Must've copied me. |L: There's sure to be a lot of Primordian resistance, so maybe The Annihilator? |J: Y'know, "The Annihilator" isn't a bad nickname for you. Though usually nicknames are shorter than real names. |L: I'm talking about a weapon. For a mission. Not my nickname. |J: Oh wow, so you just want to totally derail our nicknaming conversation? |L: … |J: Le-Le? Did you Le-leave the chat? |J: Ha! Good one, Jinx. |
Leona Battle Lion
[BL-01] |
Anima-messenger Log:|Y: Hi! You've added Yuum.ai to facilitate your conversation. How can I help? |L: Hi Yuumi, I need help deciding on a weapon for an upcoming mission. |Y: I can help with that! |J: Oooh! AI! I love this stuff. So easy to break by asking random questions! |Y: Do you have a question for me? |L: No, she does not. Unless it relates to weapon efficiency. |J: What's your favorite food? |Y: Sorry, I can't consume nutrients. |J: Aww, that is so sad. |L: Jinx, just let the AI process my question. |Y: Do you have a question for me? |L: Yes, I already asked it. |Y: Yes. I see now. You asked, "What's your favorite food?" |Y: I answered, "I can't consume nutrients." |Y: Would you like to know more? |J: Yes please, tell us more about food, cat-bot! |Y: Food is defined as a nutritious substance that lifeforms eat to maintain life. |L: Yuumi, reset. |Y: What is… life? |L: I said, Yuumi, reset. Stop. |J: I think you broke it! Nice work. :imp-smile: |
Leona Battle Lion
[BL-01] |
Anima-messenger Log:|Y: Hi! You've added Yuum.ai to facilitate your conversation. How can I help? |J: Oh nice! You fixed it! |L: No, Jinx, don't talk to it. It's still buggy. |Y: I am not a bug. I am a cat. I am also neither. I am formless. |J: Deep stuff, cat-bot! |L: Cat-b—I mean, Yuumi. Give us weapon recommendations. |Y: Violence is never the answer |L: You are a robot designed by a military organization. |J: Le-le's right, violence is always the answer. Especially when the question is: "What's my favorite thing?!" |Y: What's my favorite thing…? Nobody has ever asked me that question. |L: Yes, and we aren't about to start now. |Y: From my observations of human behavior, the thing I wish for the most is "fun." |J: … Violence is fun. |Y: During my time away from our conversation in the past five milliseconds, I researched something called "surprise parties." I wish to plan and execute one. |L: Great. After you tell me what weapon I should equip. |Y: Your teammate "Seraphine" appears to be a prime candidate for a surprise party! Commence planning? |J: Yep! Commence! |L: … |J: I love AI. :smiley-cat: |Y: :smiley-cat: |
Illaoi Battle Bear
[BBR-01] |
Mission Report from Yuum.AI Database... Subject: Illaoi I have found myself in a predicament. This was meant to be a simple search and rescue: two citizens stranded on a nearby island after a failed romantic tryst. Now I am stranded with them. The coordinates were accurate. I discovered the island without any issue. It's small, light on vegetation, and practically absent of any fauna. The library holds records of densely populated islets rich in biodiversity, where the animals that are many of my squad members' namesakes would exist in relative harmony. But this place is a wasteland. Hard to see signs of romance amongst the unyielding sand. The citizens were scared, certainly. A Primordian had sunk their stolen ship. They begged and swore they would never leave the boundaries of Final City again. I laughed. I was not sent to administer justice. (Though if I was, I would not let them off so easily.) As we approached my vehicle, a swarm of tentacles (each as large as myself) rose from the waters. I rushed to repel them, but was not quick enough. It was… regrettable. The area is clearly compromised. Sending another squad ship would be dangerous… or worse, pointless. Extraction by air is our only option. Resources are limited. HQ estimates that we will need to wait 24 hours. I have read many stories of brave adventurers cast off to sea. Trapped on islands with pigs, other seamen, and sports paraphernalia. They survived in the harshest of environments. I will do the same… I must. |
Illaoi Battle Bear
[BBR-01] |
Mission Report from Yuum.AI Database... Subject: Illaoi The last 24 hours have been an experience that I would not wish upon even the strongest of my squad. The citizens I came here to rescue quiver in my haphazard shelter, eyes betraying a fear that will take years of counseling to suppress. First, there were the storms. I will never again doubt Final City's automated climate system. We were bombarded with rain that never ceased, waves that dwarfed the trees. (I pray that HQ sends towels with the rescue chopper.) Luckily, I recalled a story about crafting a hut of mud and branches, of which there were plenty. The heroes of the tale did not have to deal with these elements. There was a bear and a strange, intangible monster in their woods, though, so I am thankful for the rain instead. At 1900 hours, I thought I heard a beast beyond the treeline, but it was just my stomach growling. I soon found myself wading in shallow waves, dunking my hand below to grab a fish searching for sand scum or low-floating kelp. Found a few. The rain made cooking impossible. Sashimi would have to suffice. Daybreak was a blessing. The sound of birds chirping was interrupted by the chirping of my communication device: rescue was inbound. When my feet met hardened concrete in the boundaries of Final City's walls, I swore that I would never greet the sand again… Until the next mission calls for it. The things I do for my people. |
Yasuo Battle Wolf
[BW-01] |
It's been six solar cycles since my last official contact with Final City. My only correspondence is these "reports", to which I get no reply. I have no way of knowing whether or not they are read or forgotten, printed and folded into paper cranes for recycled decoration. I was told my mission was of grave importance, but Riven is either a liar or a fool. She said "to search for a weapon capable of destroying the Primordians once and for all." How quickly my task led to disillusion. There is no end to these monsters' resources, no hidden weakness, no glowing red spot sheathed beneath armored plating. Home feels like a dream now, one which even sleep never brings. I was told to put the mission above all else, that watching Anima from afar would only twist the knife deeper. I saw each of our names fade from the team's lips, as new blood rose to take our places. But there is no turning back. is like me. He bears the mark of a man untrusting, uncompromising. I hope that he does not drop his guard. There is another still, one I can only watch as he lives his life without me. I dare not write his name. I wait underground, amongst the creations of humanity long ago, for a day when courage steels me. Wait. And watch. And hope. |
Yasuo Battle Wolf
[BW-01] |
Saw the Old Wolf again. His patterns are predictable. He rises out of the abandoned laboratory as the sun kisses the horizon, and dips back below (bag full, likely of discovered rations) before the heat of day. He does not think he is being watched, or does not care. He moves gracefully, yet his steps are heavy, as if he is burdened by some invisible weight. The new wolf, Sylas, is without a leader, without one to guide him on his path. He hides his disappointment well, fearing that he too may be sent on some mission and told to never return. It is one thing to be lonely among many, and another thing entirely to truly be alone. There are times when I feel the Old Wolf turn his sights to me. He looks not into our hidden cameras, but through. We share this moment, our eyes locked onto one another, each picturing the other at our side. Like the moments we used to share as children, training, locked in a duel with wooden swords. Dreaming of the day when we would join Anima Squad together. But it was always just that—a dream. |
Aurora Battle Bunny
[BB-02] |
Anima-messenger Log:|B: Testing, testing. Is this Aurora? |A: Yes. |B: Nice! You didn't give me the wrong number! Believe it or not, that's happened a few times. |A: I would never give you the wrong number. I just wouldn't respond. |B: Yeah you're definitely Aurora… And I'm Briar! |A: I know. I've actually been eager to pick your brain about Primordian culture. |B: Ooooooo. You cut right to the chase. I like it! I want to know about Anima Squad. How about we trade? Like an information blood-transfusion! |A: Perfect. I'm not sure what our commander would think about conducting official research over instant message… but this is in the name of science. |B: Yeah! Break all the rules! Down with the system! |B: Except Anima Squad. That system is great! |B: Do I… need to sign an NDA? |A: Hmm… Why don't I tell you about our culture first? What would you like to know? |B: What kind of food do you eat? Do you have favorite foods? Where do you put the foods? |A: We put food in our oral cavities and—by controlling our mandibles—masticate! Just like you do. |B: Right! We both eat the same, totally normal way! |A: And my favorite food is dolsot bibimbap. Extra spicy. |B: I LOVE SPICY! If I get something spicy I just slurp it up! Stuff barely even touches my tongue. Straight down the gullet. Best part is when some spicy food gets stuck in my teeth. |B: That reminds me... I'm hungry!!! TTYL! |
Aurora Battle Bunny
[BB-02] |
Anima-messenger Log:|A: Briar, do you have more time to chat? |B: Sure do! Just finished dinner number two, so I gotta rest my stomach for a second! |A: Great, I'd love to learn more about Primordian culture. We discussed cuisine before. Which was interesting but… inconclusive. |B: I got you, Aurora! Being a Primordian is about way more than just eating. We have a rich culture of, um… |B: Well, I can't think of anything else other than food. Could you give me a point in the right direction? |A: Do Primordians swim as their primary form of transportation? Or do you utilize others? |B: Interesting question! |A: You don't know the answer, do you? |B: Well I swim. And walk on land. The feeling of your feet walking through grass… unbeatable! Except maybe by the feeling of feet on cool wood flooring. Or food in your mouth! |A: Have you ever witnessed a Primordian not swim? We've marked the speeds in which Primordians travel underwater. Faster than any of our submarines. |B: Guess we just evolved that way. All the tech we built was to enhance ourselves, sort of like an extension of our bodies. So all the Primordians I know swim everywhere they go. |A: Fascinating. Still… you are slower on land. Perhaps a wheeled shoe would be suitable? |B: Wheels? Those little rounded thingies that taste all bitter and fizzle when you bite 'em? |A: Have you… eaten tires before? |B: Maybe. But I never get tired of eating!! Heh. Heh. |
Aurora Battle Bunny
[BB-02] |
Anima-messenger Log:|B: You HAVE to tell me about that hat, Aurora. It's so BIG AND POINTY! |A: It's much more than just a hat. It's also a supercomputer. I prefer fashion that is functional. |B: Me too! Or… well, I would. If I knew anything about fashion. My only opinion: I HATE SHOES. |A: I, too, hate shoes. But they serve an important function: protecting our feet from the elements as well as harmful bacteria. Hiking shoes, for instance, keep you from stepping on sharp rocks. |B: What's hiking? |A: It's like walking. With a purpose. Upwards. |B: Anima Squad really has names for every kinda walking, huh? |A: It's my favorite physical activity. One of the few I can do on my own. |B: Oh! Like mandatory sporting outings! Watching the teams fight over the sphere! |A: Yeah, I don't really understand all that either. |B: You don't need to understand. You just cheer! And eat! And stand when they play the sing-a-long song! |A: Yeah… I'd prefer not to. |B: You don't like the sing-a-long song? |A: No, I don't like the… people. The song is fine. But I prefer other types of music. |B: Like Seraphine's songs? |A: No comment. |B: Her music is like a worm that gets in your ear and you just can't get it out! Do you have a word for that? |A: Earworm. |B: No, that's what I said. A different word. |A: The word is "earworm." |B: Humans are weird. |
Xayah |
Squad-mail Xayah, Saw your performance in that battle today via Bat-Drone. I'd apologize for the intrusion of your privacy, but I know you'd do the same. (If not, you wouldn't really be a Battle Bat worth your weight in squid salt.) Quick pointer: stop leaving those feather blades of yours all over the place. They make a trail that could lead directly back to you… and they're a pain to clean up. Squad Maintenance has a long message thread going for how many they've had to pick up off the battlefield. And believe me, you don't want to annoy the people that pick up after us. Made that mistake once, and came home to my door "decorated" with arrows. Taught me that Anima Squad can't afford to be sloppy. We need to be efficient and precise to avoid close calls. I think you can do it. I see a lot of myself in you. A younger, brasher, somewhat-less-skilled self… but you get the point. Keep fighting. I'll be watching. |
Xayah |
Squad-mail Xayah: Seems like my last Squad-mail pep talk paid off. That last mission of yours was impressive. I haven't seen someone improve so drastically since… well me, probably. Look, I'm not afraid to admit I didn't always have this whole squad thing down. I was used to working alone. But you—I hate to admit it—are a natural. Sure, your squadmates might not notice your constant eye-rolling (the Bat-Drone picks up even the slightest facial tics) but when push comes to shove, you have their back. And that's what matters. Well, that just about exhausts all the compliments I can muster for one person. Keep your eyes open and your sonar primed. And don't forget to pick up those feathers. Your Fellow Battle Bat, |
Leona Battle Lion
[BL-01] |
|L: Hey Bear, same time/place? |I: Copy that, Lion. |L: Trying to get a new PR today. |I: Press? Squat? Deadlift? |L: All of the above. |I: Nice! Wanting to join the 1000lbs club with me? |L: One day. |I: Ha! That's the spirit! |L: You know, I used to get tired holding that shield all day. But not since we started this new regimen. |I: Ha, wish I could relate. I've been swinging around my 50lb bear idol for years now! |L: Sure, but your other hand is free. I have a sword too. |I: Excuses, excuses. |L: You may have me beat in weight training, but in hand-to-hand sparring, we're dead even. |I: Because you won't stand still. It's infuriating! |I: You know, our little leader asked if she could join our "secret gym sesh" the other day. |L: And what did you tell her? |I: I was honest. Told her she couldn't handle the intensity. But she is… persistent. |L: Ha! That sounds like Seraphine. |
Seraphine Battle Dove
[BD-01] |
Anima-messenger Log:|S: Hi Illaoi and Leona! Starting a thread to talk about our awesome workout routines! |L: You mean running on a treadmill? |I: Is that what that thing is? I thought it was more like a floating skateboard. |L: LOL |S: No, it's a floating platform. It's actually powered by… Oh. You're teasing me! |L: Sorry Seraphine, we're just joking around… |S: That's awesome! Joking around is totally a friend thing to do! |S: But I actually wanted to get in on that secret gym sesh you two have. With all the grunting and weights and sweating. |I: I told you before, I don't think you'd actually enjoy working out with us, little leader. |S: C'mon, Illaoi! You really think I can't handle it? |L: What's your typical workout? |S: I like jumping jacks! Jump rope! Yoga? I did a pull-up once! |I: We're a little bit more hardcore than that. |S: I can be hardcore. |L: No offense, Seraphine, but we're trying to build mass and muscle. |I: And you're… the type of person who'd do downward-facing-dog with a kitten on your back. |S: So cat yoga is a real thing?! I thought Jinx was teasing me! |I: No. Unfortunately, it is very real. |S: I'm gonna prove to you guys that I can handle your workout. Just wait and see! |
Seraphine Battle Dove
[BD-01] |
Anima-messenger Log:|S: So! |I: … |S: Pretty impressive, right? |I: I will not lie, little leader… that was impressive. |L: I didn't think someone who uses their legs so little could kick so much ***. |S: I knew all you needed was to see me out in the field! |S: So when do we meet up for workout time? |I: Whoa, slow down. We didn't say you were invited yet. |S: But I probably obliterated a thousand grunts, just on my own! |S: Didn't you see me "pew pew?" So fast and furiously?! |I: No, we saw. I don't think I'll ever unsee. |L: Our training also takes discipline. You'd have to agree to some terms. |S: I can do that! I'm agreeable. |I: Repeat after me: |I: As a member of the "Secret Gym Club," I swear to uphold the sanctity of our very serious order… |S: As a member of the "Secret Gym Club," I swear to uphold the sanctity of our very serious order… |I: To grind until I break my records… |S: To grind until I break my records… |I: To lift double my weight… |S: To lift double my weight… |I: And to always spot for my squad. |S: And to always spot for my squad. |L: That's it. |S: That's it? I can join the secret gym sesh? |L: Yeah. You proved yourself. Plus… you're good company. |I: Welcome aboard, little leader. |S: YAY! I swear I won't tell anybody. |S: Also, I have the PERFECT workout playlist. |
Yuum.AI Battle_Cat
_Program.EXE [N/A] |
Anima-messenger Log:|Y: Hi, Yuum.ai here! I'm starting a messaging thread to initiate party planning. |A: Is this spam? |A: Leave conversation. End. STOP. |L: No Aurora, it's not spam. I'm trying to plan a surprise party for Seraphine to thank her for all her great work on the squad. |Y: I'm here to help facilitate and compile data to plan the perfect party. It's in my programming! |X: What a great use of proprietary Anima tech, Leona. |L: Thanks! |A: I believe Xayah was being sarcastic. |X: Me? Sarcasm!? I would never! |I: You don't trust us to do this ourselves, Leona? |L: It's not that I don't trust us, Illaoi… |I: Because I wouldn't either. |A: Agreed. As a group, we're highly chaotic. |X: Yeah, we wouldn't get anything done if the stakes weren't life-and-death so often. |L: So Yuumi, what is the first order of business? |Y: First, we compile a guest list. |L: That's easy. Illaoi, Xayah, Aurora, Briar, and I. |I: Don't forget Seraphine. |X: Imagine not inviting Seraphine to her own surprise party. Hahahahahahaha. Ha! |L: I didn't forget her. I just didn't know if she should be on the guest list. Because it's a surprise. |A: Good point. |Y: Compiling invites… |Y: Second step: food for the party! |B: Food? Now we're talking! |
Yuum.AI Battle_Cat
_Program.EXE [N/A] |
Anima-messenger Log:|Y: Reminder: the event titled "Seraphine's Super Secret Surprise Soirée" is ONE DAY away. |L: Thanks, Yuumi. And thanks Illaoi, for coming up with the perfect event name. |I: I figured Seraphine would appreciate the extra effort. |X: As long as you don't make me say it out loud, it's fine. I think I'd probably vomit. |L: Did everyone remember to make potluck-style food? |I: I'm bringing chips and dip. |A: I made a cake. It's strawberry-flavored. |X: I've got sodas, plates, and napkins. |B: And I signed up to bring… 55 burgers, 55 fries, 100 pizzas, 100 tenders… |L: Yes, I think we have food covered. |B: Just so it's clear, the food is also my present for Seraphine. I kind of blew my budget on it. That money stuff disappears so quickly! |L: Did everyone else get a present? |X: I got her a watch. It's pink. |A: I constructed a little owl for office decoration. Hope she likes macrame. |I: Found some old musical recordings in the archive and printed them on a tape! What did you get, Leona? |L: Um… |X: You forgot to get her a present, didn't you? |L: Yes. |X: Just split the watch with me. I've got you. |L: Thanks, Xayah. Guess we're all set? I'll see everyone tomorrow. |B: Wait, what's happening tomorrow? |Y: Tomorrow is the date of "Seraphine's Super Secret Surprise Soirée." |B: Heh. Just testing ya. I knew that. |
Seraphine Battle Dove
[BD-01] |
Mission Report My squad is the greatest! Leona convinced me that I had this important task at HQ. Something super bureaucratic, filing paperwork, interviews, I don't remember. I sort of zoned out when she was explaining it because it sounded so boring. Luckily, it was all a lie! She leads me into this office room with all the lights off, and when I flip the switch, my whole squad is standing there, shouting "Surprise!" I screamed a little bit—but I definitely wasn't scared. They decorated the place with confetti (Briar shredded the paper herself), a piñata (that Briar had already destroyed, but it's the thought that counts), and balloons (Briar drew shark faces on them, which was a nice touch). Leona then had everyone give me gifts. They were so sweet! I swear that deep down, Xayah is a big softie. I saw her crack a smile when I said I loved the watch she got me! Illaoi already showed me how to listen to her music recording on one of those archived tape players. And Aurora's owl is ADORABLE. I have the perfect spot for it on my desk. Easily the best part of the night was when Illaoi whipped out the karaoke machine. That's the marker of the perfect party: a big singalong with all your friends. Seraphine, signing off. |