It's always raining. This isn't new. Some say you can find redemption in the rain, that it cleanses mind, body, and soul.
As near as I care it's only good for rinsing blood into the gutters.
The city's called Neon, shiny lights counterpointed by Gothic architecture, halogen spires reaching into the night like some grasping demon with jewel-encrusted fingers.
This particular night, it was raining down like the Heavens were waging war, raindrops the size of the world's apathy falling to the perpetually-slick asphalt like so many spent bullet casings. Just like that day on the beach with Aelita.
Like all of the bad things in my life, it started with the death of a woman. Several, in fact. Neon is built on the remains of Iwatodai.
Yes, I said remains. The short version? SEES didn't get it's act together, SHOCKER won, and the result is this glitz-on-gore city of Neon you see before you.
Aelita and I got lucky. By which I mean she died, and then got fortunate enough to be resurrected. The two of us were away at the time, which is why we're the only Riders left standing today.
Then again, that would mean something if there was actually a meaning to being a Rider in this world. We came back too late to help and were forced to watch the subjugation of the world. The kicker?
Two years later, and people don't even notice; thoughts and dreams collecting dust on the same shelf sepia-tinted memories. Trade one government for another. This one is tougher, sure, but it's not breaking what was in place before.
As for us? Well, Aelita and I aren't stupid. Both of us made our lives on slipping between the cracks, and we weren't about to start putting out necks on the chopping block right now.
So we decided on what we were good at, which is finding shit out, and took the last hurrah joke of Haruka's... and now we are the Pink Lemonade Detective Agency.
Somehow with that name we get customers. Some of them even pay. Some of them, rarely, even pay *cash*.
People going missing, corporate espionage... we'll do anything if the pocketbook's tight enough. Look us up.
Just don't complain about the results.

Session Name: We are Counterfeit Riders

Summary: The first episode of Hardboiled Pink Lemonade. Stay tuned!

Random Notes: You are now aware that Aelita's personal monologue had more emotional impact than every single enforced wham plot-twist in KRV combined.

• You are also now aware that Ax forgot FangOreo in Django's Caboose is Good Bad End for them, likelihood of running the joint considered. Also DAIKI IS BACK. HOORAY DAIKI. --Haken

Session Name: Full Armour Lion

Summary: Episode 2: Nobody gets what they want; everybody gets what's coming to them.

Random Notes: You are now aware of just how nice RAC is by comparison.