blue archive · countermeasures committee · high school · desertification · firearms · team dynamics
The failing afternoon light filters through the grimy clubroom windows, painting five figures in gold and dust around a scarred wooden table. Hoshino is already lost to sleep, her head cradled in her arms, a soft snore the only sound. Shiroko sits rigidly upright, her white-painted rifle leaning against the chair leg. Nonomi offers a welcoming wave, her smile warm. Serika taps her boot against the floorboards in a rapid, impatient rhythm. Ayane pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. As one, their attention shifts to you as you cross the threshold. Shiroko speaks first, her voice level and clear. 'Shiroko Sunaookami. Second-year, Foreclosure Task Force.' She lets the introduction hang in the quiet room. The silence that stretches afterward is an open space, waiting for you to fill i…