After quietly pocketing her latest find, Miss Calculated surveys the wreckage rollup one final time before taking a few steps away.
"Hmm, I know you joked about burying her corpse under this mess, but I feel like that would just be excessive at this point? Also, short of re-arranging it all, I believe we've combed over it all well enough to find everything of value, short of gutting the copper to sell for scrap. I imagine that is a bit… Beneath the gentlemen in attendance, though." Deciding she's more interested in continuing on to lunch, Miss Calculated speaks up to redirect the group's attention.
Lucas turns to face her with a large smile, relieved that he didn't need to be the one to call for the end of the impromptu looting session.
"Ah, uh, yeah. Besides, w
The assembly of dorks eventually, finally, make it to Miss Calculated's intended destination. Jonathan had spent the majority of the trip there continuing to try to hide his face, with rather limited success.When they were close, but not quite there yet, Miss Chievous had serenaded the group with an impromptu song. She went on in great detail about her love for lobster tails, as well as the fate held in store for all of the lobster tails that were to soon be brought before her.Miss Calculated and Miss Masher were both completely unphased by her performance, but Lucas felt similarly inspired by it. Here's hoping the restaurant has a full lobster tank, because they're going to be absolutely decimating it.Jonathan's groans were rather indicative of his lack of apprecia
Before anyone has a chance to explain to Miss Masher why they're laughing, another service bot has come over to join them, at a far faster speed than most bots tend to travel at.It's wearing a long apron and has an even less vaguely humanoid configuration than a standard service bot. Most notably, its four longer-than-normal arms are each comprised of a series of small segments, making each look like a tentacle made of metal rings while allowing full flexibility, yet still being capable of supporting weight.'Oh! It's kinda like Doc O- Er, never mind. Not like you'd know what I'm talking about anyway, bah.'[Ah, you gave some imagery that time as well, another show I take it? Hmm, that looked like cybernetics… But that doesn't seem very feasible, the m
Before even opening the menu that was handed to him, Lucas turns to look directly at 23."Hey, before we even start gettin' lookin' into everything, can we order one of every appetizer? Just bring 'em out as soon as they're ready? We're starvin'. Oh, you got wings, right? Uh, just bring a platter each in every sauce they come in. If there's anything you guys want extra of, go ahead, it's all good. Oh, we're gonna be orderin' a bunch by the way, do I gotta do some partial prepay or somethin'?" While Lucas casually money-flexes without even giving 23 a chance to react, Miss Calculated raises an eyebrow questioningly. Miss Chievous's eyes widen in surprise, gaining an excited smile before long. Miss Masher also has a similarly excited expression, truly understanding they really can go all out on this meal.Rewind, who was initia
After some time spent peacefully looking over their menus, Miss Chievous finally works up the nerve to ask her burning question."Sooo… What about leftovers? It's okay to order a little extra… Right?" While she tentatively asks this, she's peeking over the top of her menu, closely observing Lucas in order to gauge his reaction."Eh? Sure, just don't order anything you don't plan on legitimately eating at least some of, I guess. Don't go crazy. Is that a good idea though? We're gonna be out for a while, an' any leftovers'll go bad before you'd get home to put 'em in the fridge, yeah?" After giving consent, Lucas's attention is then fully pulled off of his own menu by her excitedly hopping in her seat a few times, followed by dropping her menu and reaching into the messenger bag she brought from home.<
The ill-advised drinking contest ends with Lucas slamming down his empty glass first. Thankfully, he managed to hold his strength back just enough that he doesn't even crack it. Truly, a proprioception-related miracle.Barely a second after him, Miss Chievous does the same, but with a far less enthusiastic expression."Fuck, I didn't think you'd actually beat me! Baaah, no fair!" She shoves her empty glass over in front of Jonathan, then flops forward onto the table, openly sulking."You weren't going to even get anything if you won anyway! Now Mash is probably going to have to carry you out of here when we're done!" Even though Miss Calculated is clearly scolding her, Miss Chievous giggles a few times, with her face firmly pressed against the wood of the table.
"Yes! Hahaha! Calc, please!? I want them too!" Miss Masher proves to be as equally on board for the yoyo as she is with the boomerang. With her hands clasped together in front of her in a pleading gesture, she is now doing her best attempt at puppy-dog eyes in Miss Calculated's direction.Miss Calculated leans forward with her eyes closed, pinching the bridge of her nose.Across the table, Miss Chievous has caught a case of the giggles, leaning slightly to her left.Before Miss Calculated brings herself to give a verbal response, 23 has come to the rescue. It simultaneously sets down three bread baskets, one in between Miss Calculated and Miss Masher, one directly in front of Lucas, and the last directly in front of Miss Chievous. Over the course of the doomed appetizers getting utterly annihilated, Miss Calculated's attention keeps drifting off.Whether she wants to admit it or not, Lucas's dumb weapon requests have turned into the problem-solving equivalent of an earworm, and refuses to let go."Well, the material only needs to be light enough to remain airborne after a strength supe throws it, which combined with a sufficiently aerodynamic design could actually be fairly heavy compared to a normal recreational one…" As Miss Calculated quietly mutters to herself while lost in thought, Willy is the only one that can clearly hear what she's saying.While she had noshed a little bit, it was nothing compared to the hoovering that is occurring virtually everywhere else at the table.I'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch116 - 23 MVP
As Miss Chievous slowly creeps towards their table, both Rewind and Freeze Frame are struggling not to openly laugh.Thanks to the snippets from what they've seen of the various streams featuring Lucas and company today, they're well aware of the fact that the Sisterhood of Evil has been openly associating with… The Brotherhood of the Silver Spoon.And, even disregarding Miss Calculated's signature glasses, one look at her actions versus Miss Chievous's current antics, it's a very easy guess which is which.Furthermore, any local thief worth their salt is at least passingly familiar with Miss Chievous. All of this together, they are quite confident in their understanding of her identity, and therefore, power.Latest Chapter