Blood and Glory - Additional IC


Pestilence


Outside in the streets, towards a jewelry shop
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Rebecca sighed as she held the vase shard in her left hand and her cell phone in the other. She was calling shop after shop to see if they can make the shard into a damn necklace. How fucking hard was it? They all gave her the same stupid answer, no we don't sorry, then a a click from hanging up. She cursed and walked faster in frustration as she started to dial the next number. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe Death might not like the gift. She worked so hard to get him on his good side again, and all this might be for naught. She sighed again, this time in sadness, and turned in an alley, where some punks were hanging out. She did not want to beat some stupid kids, but this alley was the only way she can get to the last jewelry shop. Rebecca placed the vase shard in her pocket and just walked past the punk kids, ignoring their catcalls. They would not do anything. They know damn well who she is. One came up to her and blocked her path, her condescending smile growing across her lips.


"Where you heading, hot stuff?" he spat on the ground aside of him and worked his gaze towards her chest, which showed a bit of her cleavage. Rebecca continued to smile and looked at the other punks, who were checking her out from the back side. They obviously do not know who she is. They must be new champions, just getting out of the high off the line, no fame, no glory, just them and their stupid life.


The guy tried to reach up to her chest, but as quick as anything, she grabbed it and threw him behind her, her smile continued to etch her face as his girlish scream echoed through her ear.


"Now that you are out of my way" Rebecca claimed without turning to look at the incredulous faces that they were making. "I suggest you do not try to get into the Horseman's way, because if you do, you will be sorry."


"I told you she was a fucking Horseman, but you did not want to listen" One of the newbies yelled out. "She way too pretty to be a fucking Horsemen" The new champs argued nonstop as she continued on her way to the jewelery shop.


Pestilence walked in the shop and greeted the handler, at the same time taking out the vase shard from her pocket. "Pestilence! In my shop! Oh my goodness, I watch the Four Horseman TV show all the time, and you are amazing. Just you working with War, you are one unstoppable force!" The handler was so excited to see her, he fumbled with his tools and tried to turn off his lamp, but kept missing. She laughed and placed the shard on the counter.


"I did not have your number to call ahead of time, so I just decided to walk in. Can you make a necklace out of that?"


"I can, its possible, is it for a boy or a girl."


"Guy"


"oh okay, yeah, i can make a necklace out of this, but the process is about an hour, but for Pestilence, my favorite Horseman besides Famine, I say half an hour."


"No need to rush it, I want it to be perfect. I will just head to the nearby diner and get a burger while you work. I want it beautiful."


The handler looked at the vase shard closely and then looked up at Rebecca. "Is this a shard of glass?" Rebecca groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it was a vase."


"Ahh, then an hour it will be." Rebecca nodded and placed some money on the counter. "That is for up front for a deposit." She said before walking out the door.


"Bye bye, Pestilence, I'll make your necklace pretty as your face!" was all she heard before the door closed.


Eximus Grille


"I will take a triple cheeseburger, extra cheese, juicy patties, and large chili cheese fries, a Raspberry Tea and a cookie." Pestilence said as she closed the menu. She worked up such an appetite and she has not eaten all day, but this was nothing compared to how much fucking War eats. War would tackle three of those triple cheeseburgers, five chili cheese fries, and still be hungry enough to eat a whole cake. Death ate like a fucking bird, like two fries and he is done, and Famine. She is not entirely sure if Famine eats at all. She thinks he just breathes in air and he would be full. Famine is that weird, she would not be surprised if he even did. The waiter took her menu and left with a smile. Pestilence sighed and looked out the window, the sky looked as if it was about to rain, but then again, it always looked like that. She remembered meeting the other three shitheads, all of the times it was raining. She frowned and then turned to see her meal before her, hot and steamy and fresh. she took the plate and just took a minute to ogle the food. Her burger was just perfect, the lettuce looking so crisp, the patties oozing juices, the cheeses lightly melted and hanging off the burger. The chili and cheese harmoniously mixed together in the fries, the cheese was melted to that desired gooey texture. Her mouth immediately watered and she picked up the burger. The moment she took a bite out of that beautiful food, she let out a soft moan of delight as the flavor exploded in her mouth. The patties were so juicy, they practically melted at first contact with her tongue. She tried to stifle her voice , for she was in a public place, but if she were in her house, She can be as loud as she can with her moaning and she can give no fucks. But in public, she had to be in moderation, but this burger was so delicious she could not control herself. Next was those chili cheese fries, She grabbed one, and the chili stayed on it, and the cheese stretched a perfect length before breaking and guided it to her mouth after her bite of burger was swallowed. The chili had a special kick to it, a blend of spices that perfectly seasoned the fry, and the cheese countered the chili, making it two flavors that collided then danced across her tongue. "Mmmm" she moaned silently, enjoying her food, her eyes closed and her lips forming a smile as she took another bite of her burger. She could not stop. The burger and fries were too amazing. How long has it been since she had a burger this orgasmic? Public or not, this is a Feast from Valhalla!


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Connor Friesland

Apartment​



The sake was truly hitting Connor, Hard. Already he was swaying, back and forth, he smiled pleasantly, he knew his limits. However, the oni blood sake was so powerful it was hard to exactly place WHERE he was on the scale. It was not at the point where he was worshiping the porclin throne however he was WELL past the point of happy and giggling Connor. Though it was enough to get to certain point that he loved to be at, it was a point where the Alcohol was having enough of an effect, that his brain wasn't rushing off like a rocket. His speech then followed suit. To him it was a nice change of pace. However there was a slight downside. He looked towards Redd, "THish shtuff is great! Mannn, I think...this shtuff...is better...than anything elsh at thuh mutherland." The downside was that he roaring drunk and slurring his speech.


He noticed Iris refuse her bowl of Sake. Stating a fact that he already knew, "Gud choice...Iris...this...this stuff...hits...like a ummm...truck! Yeash this shtuff hits like a truck." He shook his head to try and clear his alcohol addled mind. The effort was less the successful, instead he decided to attempt to hit the drunkenness where it might be starting via the consumption of more sushi. Though the only thing he thought might make a dent in was the rice. He was about to start eating again when he saw Roy get up and head off, bumping around the room like he was in a God-damned pinball machine. Connor called out, "H-hey royyyy...are yo-yo-you alright manh?" Though the sound of him crashing through something really didn't lead to a conclusion that supported the affirmative.


Then he heard Redd's comment about Roy, and shrugged, "Hey Iris...he doez he dooo thish a lot...when he's drunk?" The cat girl was slightly out of focus, though he did see Redd plop down another brand of sake. He raised his bowl, "Hey...if you...if you...drink that...I can give a toast? I think? Am I...am I...able to? Or...or..am I too drunk? Iris...am...I really drunk?" He tried to manuver closer, learning forward. However, after the forward movement he then felt the momentum come back and he fell over backwards. He gave a groan, "neverrrrrminnnnddd.... Confirmed....I am drunk...I am VERRRYYYY drunk!" With that he gave a half-hearted laugh. Connor looked around the apartment from this new angle. One thing he spotted was a cough. "Huh...I wonder if i can pick that up...when...im...this drunk? Co-coould I?"


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Iris


Redd's Apartment


Tomorrow was going to be a hell of day, Iris could tell that much just from the few minutes spent in Redds apartment. She watched as Roy downed the potent drink not even bothering to try and stop him. They were in a relatively safe space and he was past the point of listening to her. She watched the rest of the Champions down their share of alcohol before turning to heinrich who she noticed had not only refuted the alcohol but also the food. She frowned slightly taking note of his with drawn stated in sitting in the corner by himself. It was obvious he was awkward, then again she really couldn't blame him. The situation was not a common one and he was a strange to everyone in the room. For a first impression they were not doing a very good job.


"Heinrich.... are you okay?" She asked worried that perhaps he was stressing him self out by being there. She could understand if he didn't want to be there. However before she could say more Iris heard a crash and glanced over seeing her partner laying on the ground among the remains of the fragile door. The female groaned and just covered her face with her hands a moment before peeking through parted fingers as the drunkard stumbled down the hall bouncing off walls like a rubber ball, followed by another crash. She could pick up on the dull thud of something solid smacking against what could only be the toilet or possibly edge of the bath tub and felt a small shock of panic.


She moved to get up but Heinrich was already up and going to check on Roy. Ears folded back slightly out of a mixture of aggravation worry and embarrassment Iris looked to their host as he set down the bottle of sake. She forced a small smile before glancing to connor as he too started to slurred out some questions. "Ah... he's only like this when drunk..." she murmured.


This day had definitely not gone as planned not had it been as much fun as she would have liked. Eye the bottle in front of her iris debated whether or not to drink the sake. She could tell it was very strong however by the point she was stressed out and perhaps a drink wouldn't be so bad. She watched as Redd returned from the depths of his apartment building wearing a few less layers than before. Her nose wrinkled slightly from the smell of sweat but it wasn't a scent she was a stranger two, still it was not one she preferred either. The red man spoke about possibly training which could act as a fairly good way to work out some aggravation. Though the mention of Meditating was not a comforting one. Sitting still was not something she did willingly.


Glancing back to the bottle before her she picked it up and without giving it another thought Iris held her breath and gulped down a mouthful. Her eyes watered at the initial burn, much stronger than she had anticipated. Her tail fluffed out a moment from the shock of the alcohol but thankfully it was short lived. She set the bottle down knowing she had just about reached her limit in terms of alcohol content. Iris was no push over when it came to drinking but she was no where near the level of Borris or even Connor. The burning settled in her stomach before slowly spreading out to the rest of her body leaving her feeling pleasantly warm a bit light headed. "Hmmm... That is some good Sake...."





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Heinrich Glishten


Redd's Apartment


In all reality, Heinrich had worse..... episodes before in his anything-but-normal life. Over various things and in varying situations, however this one struck a rather potent nerve. Normally getting into a crowded elevator only made him feel itchy... MAYBE a bit nauseous if things got more awkward somehow. However, he expected his current predicament was more due to the fact that Iris and Roy were two people he had all but committed to spending at least cordial time with, and the prospect was not... good at the moment, not damning, but not good. Heinrich grimaces a bit as he notices Iris also swig back some saki, though considerably less than everyone but himself, nonetheless he feels his skin itch at the prospect of being the guiding hand here. Though Redd seemed fine, no doubt used to the saki as an everyday thing, to the point he looked only.... neutral about it's effects. Still.... he should be exhibiting somewhat more severe effects, Heinrich shrugs subtly at the thought and stands, briefly considering a connection between Redd's ability to his ability to withstand saki in such a way, before nodding ever so slightly to the large red man. Forcibly dragging his own.... self... personality... out of it's dredging depression "I think.. training would do me some good.... at the moment."


Heinrich sighs at Connor's actions and rubs down his face in exasperation. Walking over to look down at the man before scowling at his question about lifting the couch "I would not suggest it.... you are quite drunk and should you drop it, and destroy it, that would be quite rude to Redd who..." he turns to look at Redd and nods "...has been a rather gracious host... you have my thanks and should you want someone to train with I am more than willing." he turns back to Connor, offering the Champion a hand "A wiser course of action, I think, would be to LAY on the couch and have it support your weight, instead of the opposite." Heinrich is, surprisingly, able to force a wry smile to his lips. Turning to Iris as he waits if Connor is even able to grip his hand in his state, or simply fall asleep on the floor. If he does make contact, Heinrich would of course help him to his feet.


"Oh and Iris...." Heinrich's smile drops, and his voice sounds uncannily like that of a parent about to warn their child of something before they go to play with their friends, then sighs "...do not over-burden yourself hmm? The night is not over and I cannot see myself staying here. Not that... Redd has shown signs of allowing two drunks onto the streets but..." he shakes his head, his own search for better words having lead him off the path of his intended point "I simply mean to be careful, I would be happy to assist in escorting Connor, You, and Roy home, but my ability to corral three inebriated Champions...." he takes a deep breathe before settling on simply saying "...has yet to be tested." He meets her eyes, not giving her a stern lok, but one firm enough that even someone tipsy on alcohol would understand his implications.


Finally, he turn back to Redd once more. Clearing his throat as he now had a bit of respect for the man for maintaining a polite manner and level head "Redd, once again I wanted to say thank you for being a gracious host. Should there be anything you need.... Well..." he shrugs, glancing back at Connor briefly "... should you ever need anything made or repaired... or any sort of.. equipment, I will let my father know to put you on the..." he trails off briefly, meeting Redd's eyes again "... no-waiting list." he gives a brief nod and closes his eyes as he looks down, and resumes massaging his temples, going back to dealing with the headache drumming continuously against his skull.


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Roy


[The final stretch]


The smoke which had accumulated in his lungs at various intervals was nothing short of satisfying. As the smoke burned down to the filter, Roy had contemplated replacing it with another. So, dropping the butt into the sink and deciding to leave it there for a moment, the young man would light another one up. Stepping down from the top of the toilet, which was where he was currently at, Roy would take a seat upon the ground and completely forgo the system which involved holding his hand out the window. Everyone outside was more than likely busy in their own respective ways, and the smell certainly would not last forever. One more cigarette would be no issue, if he was sure to keep his noise down to a minimum.


Light blue hues found themselves fixated on the ground. With his back leaning against the bathtub itself, Roy rested both elbows on his knees. Both of his feet were planted firmly on the floor with all of his weight being distributed to both his bottom and his back. As a result of having his feet positioned the way they were, Roy's knees were forced to bend. The human anatomy literally left Roy no choice but to do this. It was comfortable. His right hand held the burning cigarette; his left hand was wrapped around the wrist belonging to the opposite. His hands remained rather close to his mouth, so that his arm did not have to move much in order to take drags off of his smoke. The extreme level of intoxication that Roy was experiencing had made him just as lazy, apparently.


He found himself growing more and more tired with the passing of each individual minute. Heavy eyelids accompanied forced-open iris, which were still stuck on the same spot on the floor. It was very obvious that Roy was not simply staring at a speck at this point. No, his stream of consciousness had thrown the registry of vision completely out of the window. How the hell did he make it in that particular spot, given the events of the night. Trying to replay what he was doing out of his apartment in the first place, Roy was finding it rather hard to remember why he left the boundaries of his safe haven in the first place. Lifting his back off of the porcelain behind him for only a moment, he slid the straps of his backpack off of his arms before placing it aside.


Returning to that relaxed posture once more, Roy placed a free hand on the top of his head. The ash on his cigarette had grown lengthy enough to be forced to detach due to gravity. As it landed onto the top of Roy's pants, he failed to notice completely. Taking another drag, he blinked twice before looking up to the ceiling and narrowing his eyes. The room was beginning to turn, in contrast to the feeling of Roy's stomach; which felt absolutely fine in comparison. Perhaps most people, at the start of their turn from delightful drunkenness to nausea, would probably remove hampering items like earphones blasting post-hardcore rock music, but not Roy. No, in his mind, it was the only thing currently keeping him from removing his lid completely.


Pushing himself up to his feet rather wobbly, Roy shut his eyes. Swaying ever so slightly, he placed the butt of the second cigarette into the sink before placing both hands into the depths of that messy hair. Rubbing his digits through the strands at the back of his head, Roy was able to force his mind to go blank momentarily. That was until the spinning sensation returned, to which Roy decided would be best to act on. Grasping the two filters out of sink, he ran the water and allowed the stained ash to be soaked away. The sound of water hitting the bottom of the sink eventually caused Roy to dry heave, so he would shut the faucet and toss both cigarette butts into the toilet. After flushing them away, Roy crawled into the bathtub and found enough room to stretch out. The perks of sitting in a bathroom belonging to a gigantic man! Shutting his eyes, Roy allowed his music to help carry him away to a state of unconsciousness.


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Charles A. Fisher


Picking Famine up.


It was only five minutes since the deal was over with, as Max drove the others around the city, closer to the Mother Land in case Charles wanted to drink again. He really did not feel like it, however. What he really wanted to do was more of what happened earlier. The adrenaline rush is very soothing. At least, to him it was. Charles softly rubbed his forehead.


"That deal couldn't have gone any better."





"Oh c'mon boss, you did one hell of a job there with showing who really runs this city." Max cheerfully said with a smile.





"Yeah," Dan began, "You got the money, and now you've got Kazuko by the balls. It's a win win."





"It just doesn't feel as if it's enough..." Charles began as Dan and Kenneth turned their attention to their boss, while Max glanced back at them through the rear-view mirror from time to time. "I want this city to really know who runs things here, ya'know, boys? I want them to fear us. To fear ME. I want this whole fuckin' city right under my boot while we shower in all the riches Arcadia has to offer. Soon-"


Charles was interrupted by his own, ringing, obnoxious phone. Quickly, Charles shoved his right hand into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Upon pulling it out of his pocket, his face brightened up, enough for Dan to raise an eyebrow. Charles immediately answered the phone.


"Hey mom, just checking in." It was Famine, about that time. "How was the trip? Did you eat well? Would you like me to come over for tea?"


Charles smiled as he listened in, knowing very well what Famine's odd questions had meant. "I got a 'little' carried away with the deal, but all in all, it went swell. We now own sixty-five percent of what the Yoshitobi clan earns. As for the cut of our product? It is fifteen percent. The bastard wanted to bargain for more, so I bargained his life. He won't be much of a bother." Charles finished as he looked at the men in the car, and then out the window to his right side.





"Anyways, after that event, tea would be lovely, dear. I'm going to pick you up in a few minutes; we're actually not very far from the apartment building, so don't go off plucking anyone's nails... yet. Meet me by the corner of the street, near your apartment, assuming you're there with the other Horsemen. We will talk soon." Charles finished once again, with a press of the hang-up button this time. He chuckled a bit afterwards, and then looked over to Dan. "I'm going to take your spot this time, Dan." Charles said with a wink. Dan calmly nodded, understanding very well that both the boss and his right hand man will be plotting something big for them to do. Well, something big by their standards. As if the two weren't different enough already. Max stopped as soon as Charles spoke to Dan, and the man in the back opened his door and exited the car within mere seconds after Max had stopped the car. After that, Max continued on, this time towards Famine's destination.


It certainly did not take long for them to reach Famine's location. The driver pulled up by the corner right across from Famine's apartment building, and upon doing so Charles simply slid to the other chair on the left side of the car, leaving the right side for Famine, which was facing the sidewalk.


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Madison Green


Arcadia Park


The girl tried to hide it. She tried to convince Madison that she was okay, and to her credit she wasn't half bad at hiding sadness. The problem was, of course, that Madison knew that face. She lived it, once upon a time.


She had to choose her next moments carefully, knowing what was going on. Loss was hard to deal with, and without understanding it was almost impossible. The girl needed to know that she wasn't alone in this, that there was someone who would be there for her.


She ignored what the girl asked about the festival. Her having a friend was more important. "Do you remember why I stopped being a champion?" Madison asked in a cheery voice, pointing to her eyes with her left hand. All broken. All lost. "That, and something you're now familiar with." She said, her voice getting immediately less positive. She wasn't alone, she needed to know that.


 
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Redd Shotokhan


Redd's apartment





"I will not allow people to walk the streets in such condition." Was the red skinned man's response. His eyes looked fierce in that he seemed willing to back up his statement should the issue be pushed. This ferocity was soon wiped from his expression as he nodded again. "Arigato Gozaimasu. I will keep your offer in mind should a need arise." He brought his chopsticks up to his face, and with them, one of the final rolls of sushi. After chewing and swallowing, he poured a fifth 'shot' of Oni-Blood Sake and downed the contents of the small dish that contained it and sighed. The smell of the Sake was like a hard pinch to the nose every time the cork was undone.


Redd's eyes traveled over to Connor as a smirk gently tugged up at his lips. "Yes... That will happen from time to time. And-" He paused, handing the remaining Sake over to Connor. "You said something about a... Borris, and giving them this to drink." He said as he sat it over beside his plate. The drinking gourd wobbled slightly from the sloshing of the alcohol within as Redd's hand was removed from its surface, the cork having been placed back on the top to act as its 'stopper'. "In order to celebrate with Oni-Blood, you must know the proper word."


He looked Heinrich and sighed. "Knowing that they may not remember... You will for them, yes?" He asked, waiting a few seconds for a response. Either way, he would continue and raise the normal Sake bottle upwards. His chest heaved outwards as he took in a sharp breath of air. "KANPAI!!" He declared with a spirited roar. "That is how we give cheer with Sake." He poured himself some of the normal Sake, and drank it without any reaction at all. Almost as if it was mere water by contrast.


The red man's head bowed again as he took up his own plate and anyone else's that may have been finished and took them to the sink. His knees seemed to catch only for a very split second. To those inebriated, they would more than likely not realize. But perhaps Heinrich would, though Redd would try and hide the fact that he was very tired at the moment. But he knew that soon, his food would be broken down. And when that happened, he would be filled full of energy once more. He poured himself another very large cup of water in the ice that was still in the cup from before and chugged the whole thing. His eyes glanced over to Heinrich as he finished the last mouthful of water and wiped his face with his sleeve.


"You are all free to use all three of the showers. There is one for training, one for message, and one for relaxation... Though the latter I am afraid is past your... unstable friend." This last statement, of course, being a reference to Roy and his presence within the bathroom. He did not know that he was in the tub, but he assumed he was unconscious by now. So either way, it would be awkward to shower with an unconscious man within the room.


 
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Iris & Heinrich

Redd's Apartment​



It didn't take long for the alcohol to hit Iris's system fairly hard. Her muscles de-tensed as she entered a more relaxed state of mind. The worries which affected her before were far away from the Champions mind. There was a temptation to drink some more but she still had some sense and knew better. Last thing she wanted was a mind numbing hang over.


Emerald eyes shifted to view the blonde who had joined their team as he warned her against drinking too much. She found it slightly amusing how the younger champion was trying to scold her on how to act. Granted she hadn't done much to show her maturity but Iris had her own way of doing things in the first place. A grin spread across her face as she got to her feet her body swaying slightly but she kept her balance. "Awe that's sweet of you but you don't have worry so much." She chuckled softly."Connor already lives in the building and Roy is passed out by now so all you gotta worry about..." As Iris spoke her position changed from sitting to more of a couch. Her grin shifted into a mischievous smirk as she sprung from her current stance to land right in front of Heinrich. "Is me!"


Heinrich turns his appreciative gaze at Redd, to a more expecting one towards Connor, before looking over to Iris as she wobbly stood to her feet. Blinking at the... odd expression on her face and his head tilts just a bit "Umm... Iris?" he is nearly cut-off as she speaks and Heinrich almost hiccups purely from surprise at her words. His own murky Viridian hues meeting her with a confused glint to them, a faint pink hue flushing his face. He had never been called sweet before, weird, a loner, plenty of other things, but NEVER sweet. He opens his mouth to respond only to be cut off by a soft laugh from the girl and he immediately snaps his mouth shut. Staring at the girl with a mixture of disbelief at what his auditory senses were telling him, baffling and mind-numbing surprise, lastly couple with a low, odd churning in his stomach at the look she gave him. Suddenly, she crouches and Heinrich recognizes that look all too well, the look of a hunter... and he was.... the prey?


As the girl leaps in front of him Heinrich blinks rapidly as she declares she is all he has to worry about, the implications, though drunken, were obvious even to him and his face heats up to an even darker shade of red. "Umm... well...." he completely forgets the offered hand to Connor or the implied-offer to practice with Redd. Chances are a normal man would have as well but to Heinrich well... he had never.... exactly... um... well you all get the idea. His eyes jump down to the floor and off to the side to inspect the furniture, giving him a half-second to organize his thoughts before he meets the drunkenly-predatory eyes of Iris and clears his throat, his voice coming out the slightest-bit wavery "I um... I-I see... well... I mean... how can I help?" he offers softly, simultaneously split on what he expects her response to be.


Unblinking emerald orbs watched the awkward teen as he shifted before her. Her half lidded gaze was slightly hazy but still held light of excitement and energy. It was something that rarely left her eyes. She hummed softly taking note of the boy's shyness once more, the stern figure who had warned her before now back to the shy blond unsure how to handle the situation. "Relax." She grinned before reaching out and ruffling the boy blond locks taking note of their silky texture which was nice overall. The kid was nice, cute in his own way, but that was as far as she thought of him. "You're hair is really soft."


Heinrich sighs as she watches him, very much wishing she was not drunk and also not so... off from what he was used to expecting from her. Really he did not like... this.. him... sort of. He was awkward and accepted it, yet that did not mean he ENJOYED stuttering and fidgeting all the time,which lead him to be frustrated at himself, causing him to become more embarrassed and even more awkward. A cruel and vicious cycle to be sure. As Iris tells him to relax he wishes he could, but her hand afterwards ruffling his hair did little to reinforce the message. He does, however, blink up at her when she says his hair is softly and thinks that is a bit... odd. "Umm... thank you?"


Heinrich honestly has no idea whatsoever as to how to deal with Iris at the moment, though she said she was the only one he needed to worry about helping and... well even being drunk her reasons made at least a bit of sense. So... he tries to steer her drunken focus towards that in an effort to end this awkward situation "So... right.. w-what um... did you need help with?" somehow Heinrich is able to form a small, albeit shaky smile. Deciding, with a push of effort to bring it to the fore, he would need to actually guide Iris to the conclusion that is what they needed to focus on. He reaches up and gently takes her hand and removes it from his head, holding it in one of his own gauntlet-ed hands as he looks at her "Tell me." he states, a bit of the same scolding tone from earlier working it's way into his voice, almost out of natural instinct more-so than a conscious effort.


Iris tilted her head slightly at the blonds questions one ear flopped down in confusion. "Need help with?" She repeated Her tail swayed behind her in a mischievous manner. "I donoooo." She hummed leaning forward slightly stopping an inch or two in front of his face "What do you think I need help with?"


Heinrich watches Iris blankly, blinking and tilting a bit to look back at her tail swishing behind her and he gets an undeniable feeling of 'prey' again. As the female drawls out a long response Heinrich's eyes widen as she leans in, hiccuping just before she stops and freezes up. Her question almost not registering to his shocked brain. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again and barely speaks levelly "I-I um... well..." he swallows, staring at her neck instead of meeting her drunken, hungry-seeming eyes "..Your not yourself so... maybe you should lie down for a bit?" he pauses, the metaphorical wires in his brain sparking and he almost winces as he realizes what he may have unintentionally implied "What I mean is... um... perhaps I should help you and Roy get home?" Heinrich momentarily forgets about Roy being unconscious, essentially using the mention of the other Champion to try and derail the situation. not that Iris was not sweet, and pretty, but she was not herself. If she wanted to... well... be intimate then... he would deal with that when it came to it but he did not feel right doing so when she was out of her mind on alcohol.


Iris hmmed softly rocking back and forth on her heals "But I dont want to go home just yet." She pursed her bottom lip slightly ears tilting down slightly. "It's actually fun here.... and Redd makes good sushi...." She replied with a slight whine to her voice. "I'm to hyped to lay down... laying down is boring... and lame... and I did it all day yesterday." She rambled still rocking on her heals as she studied him a moment. "Why are you nervous?"


Heinrich sighs as the girl loses that glint in her eyes and actually feels a bit of relief, smiling softly at her now-childish demeanor and thinking to himself that this was definitely easier to deal with. Nodding softly at all the points she whines off to him in a slightly higher-pitch voice, and then blinks when suddenly asks him why he is nervous. He pauses, contemplating lying or just avoiding the question, not even sure she will remember his answer but... he still gives it "I just... I am not used to... all... THIS." he motions with his free hand not grasping her own to everything around him. "You don't... have to go home I was... just concerned and... I've never had partners before so..." he shrugs, looking up thoughtfully ".... I was just doing what a good partner like you would do... is all..." he returns his gaze to her, and smiles, a small, easy smile.


Iris stared at the boy as he admitted to being nervous. the hand with in his grasp rested limp almost as if she had forgotten he was holding it. "Hmmm I see..." she muttered softly before feeling a bit happy that he thought she was a good partner. It was something that was in the forefront of her mind when ever dealing with Roy. Trying to make things easier for him since she knew dealing her wasn't always easy. Smiling warmly Iris looked back to the boys eyes before quickly reaching out and pulling him into a hug, nuzzling her cheek against his. "I'm glad you think I'm a good partner but you dont have to worry. You're sweet and nice already."


Heinrich nods a bit as she affirms his statement with a small, understanding mutter. He hoped he's been clear enough or at least had not sounded.... weird. She was a very nice person and Heinrich... usually, unless in a similar circumstance to this one with or without alcohol... thought he could talk to Iris more than most people. At her warm smile his own smaller one grows just a bit, still not quite reaching his eyes but, it had been a long time since he had smiled so largely. Though his smile drops when she reaches out, almost about to question her on what she was doing when he finds himself pulled into a warm hug.


At first, for a second or two, finding it nice and comforting, until she begins the nuzzling. At first, he thinks she is going back to the way she was before, before remembering she was half-cat after all. Still, he can't help the soft flush of his cheeks before reminding himself it was natural for her. She was being supportive of him so.. he looks down to her tail, seeing it swish happily now, then up to her ears and sees them perked slightly. He resigns to hugging her back for a moment, before guiding one hand up and scratching just an inch below directly behind her ear. Hoping it assured her he was okay, because at the moment, he could not find the strength to speak.


Iris chuckled softly as she nuzzled the blond in an affectionate manner. It was something that really couldn't be help given her nature. Her ear twitched slightly as it was touched but a pleasant sensation quickly followed his figures found a small niche. A softly purr rumbled in her chest as she leaned in towards his hand her eyes falling shut as she enjoyed the moment.


Heinrich sighs, slowly calming himself as he lets his eyes slip closed and his scratching motion changes for a moment to caress her ear gently between his thumbs and forefinger before moving back to the niche she seemed to enjoying having scratched. He almost feels the urge to chuckle himself as he feels his own body rumble with the force of the deep purr that emanates from Iris. Feeling her head lean gently into his hand and he tightens the hug just a little, his mind lighting up with an interesting idea. He had never attempted it before.... ever... but from what his father had told him of how his ability worked, it was not only pain he could transfer, he supposed. Instead he focuses on simultaneously sharing, and effectively doubling, the.... warm and slightly-endorphin rushing sensation the hugging caused. Curious as to, if it worked, how it would affect himself, Iris or... anyone else for that matter.


Iris purrsed softly nuzzling Heinrich's hand as she slipped further and further into relaxation. Her ear twitched as she started to feel the tingling intensify and she leaned heavily into the blond seemingly very happy. Which she was. The only person who ever really scratched her ears was Roy, and that was only once in a while. It wasn't something she let people do due to how sensitive they were both in feeling and hearing. The red head rested nearly all of her weight on to her new team mate, which admittedly wasn't much.


The calm moment was short lived as the roar from the large red man startled the girl causing her to tense and stand up straight on search of the intrusive noise. Her tails fluffed out straight in a panicked stated as she looked around. In her startled state her claws had extended and nearly sunk into Heinrich.


Heinrich feels a similar... jolt at the same moment Iris does and a small sigh nearly drives the air from his lungs. He had... never felt so relaxed before. Smiling as Iris nuzzles his hand as it seems she was enjoying the effect as well. He was glad really, she put up with a lot and needed her own time. He was just happy, and admittedly a bit nervous, just being a part of it. Still, he figures as he adjusts himself as softly as he can as not to disturb her, he could get used to this... maybe. He also notes that she is very light and is leaning to the point Heinrich wonders if she leaned anymore... would she be able to even stand on her own?


A roar from behind makes Iris jump and Heinrich simply blinks, then hisses softly as he feels Iris' claws meet is skin, but go no further, as he had expected a flash of pain to follow. Though she seemed to have caught herself. Heinrich glances back at Redd before noticing the state of Iris' tail and how much like a startled kitty she looks, and he chuckles softly. Petting her other ear he had unintentionally ignored and murmurs "It's okay Iris." he felt.. weird... but in a good way, be the one doing the assuring for once, even if just for this brief moment. He... liked making people feel safe.


Having being met with no other loud noises Iris started to settle little by little. She flinched initially as she felt something touch her ear before be reassured by Heinrich that it was okay. The bit of anxiety that that sparked up faded as she started to relax again though it would probably take a bit to fully relax to the state she was before


Heinrch smiles as he notices Iris relax, bit by bit, continuing to pet her ear softly as long as it calms her. Briefly nodding an affirmative to Redd before blinking at the girl before him "Iris... I feel... I mean... thank you." he nods a bit, not quite sure what to say so he simply speaks with his actions as he always did. He did not know, nor did she, that Iris had, drunken or no, taken her first step into the briar field.


Iris sighed softly as she started to calm down. While still a bit on edge she couldn't help but give in to the pleasant sensation radiating from her ear and down her spine. She nuzzled Heinrich's hand once more and leaned into the touch however her eyes remain half lidded as she watched the others. Just in case. Her crimson furred ears perked up at the blonds voice and she looked over the untouched ear flopping slightly as she tilted her head. She wasn't sure why she was being thanked, he was the one being nice. Still the Feline champion gave a warm smile and leaned slightly on him once more this time a bit more for balance sake. "No problem." she purred.


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Madison Green
Arcadia Park


The girl tried to hide it. She tried to convince Madison that she was okay, and to her credit she wasn't half bad at hiding sadness. The problem was, of course, that Madison knew that face. She lived it, once upon a time.


She had to choose her next moments carefully, knowing what was going on. Loss was hard to deal with, and without understanding it was almost impossible. The girl needed to know that she wasn't alone in this, that there was someone who would be there for her.


She ignored what the girl asked about the festival. Her having a friend was more important. "Do you remember why I stopped being a champion?" Madison asked in a cheery voice, pointing to her eyes with her left hand. All broken. All lost. "That, and something you're now familiar with." She said, her voice getting immediately less positive. She wasn't alone, she needed to know that.


 
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Katherine "Kat" Ariat


Arcadian Park


The atmosphere took a sharp turn into the other direction. There was a heavy feeling pushing down on Kat first, then on Madison too. Despite all the happiness and cheerful acts around them, they were in their own little bubble of grief. Still, Kat kept up her half-assed smile for the blonde girl.


Madison spoke up, and was the first to break the moment of silence. "Do you remember why I stopped being a champion?" She asked the little green-haired girl.


Katherine's smile immediately disappeared in an instant. The tone of Madison's voice suggested she wasnt buying the "im okay, but im really not," crap. Madison continued, pointing to her eye,"That, and something you're now familiar with."


There it is. She said it. Kat had a feeling she knew what Madison was coming to. The lil' Champion shook her head and looked down toward the ground, removing the bag of ice from her brow,"You dont have to say it," her voice was a little choppy and weak, almost like she was pleading to her. Katherine could more or less tell what Madison was trying to imply, but she tried to save some unwanted feelings for both of them.


Katherine didnt like being sad as much as anyone else. She always liked to be happy, even though deep down, she wasnt. She always believed that being happy around others, makes them happy too, and so not many actually saw her when she was like this.
 
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Connor Friesland

Redd's apartment

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Connor looked at the outstretched hand, the words slowly began to drift away. The only words that seemed to echo in his head was what Heinrich said, "you are quite drunk and should you drop it, and destroy it, that would be quite rude to Redd who..." The words trailed off... but the first part of the sentence echoed in his head. Quite drunk, and should you drop it and destroy it. That got the train of thought that once had been slowed down by alcoholic impairment started to go again. He thinks...i'mma break it...becasue I won't be able to control myself...like my speech...and my words...that go fast...very fast...that isn't right. Not true...I can still control myself. Can still be dexterous. I can...I can still do this. This now had become more than lifting a couch, in Connor's drunken mind this was something much more. This was somewhat about being able to control oneself. he'd already lost his grip on coherent speech what would be next? It all made sense to him...though his logic probably wasnt going to carry outside his own skull.


With some effort he slowly pushed himself up. Balance was off alright. But that wasn't going to stop him. He looked at the floor and stiffened his muscles. Focus on front. Focus on front. If you just focus on front will not fall. He heard the mumbling of the others in the room. What they were talking about he didn't know right now there was just him, the couch and the monumentous task of standing up straight when he was this piss drunk. He recited his mental operation to each of his limbs, as if it was a reminder, or he was ordering each limb to do its task, left knee and leg...right knee and leg. Arm on table to steady self. Stay focused...stay focused. Can do...can do. There! up, am...am up!





He slowly walked over to the couch, his foe...wait foe? He was calling a couch his foe? it didn't make sense. But it was keeping his mind above the cloud of Oni Blood sake. He grabbed one side then the other, and lifted the couch. compared to the weights in training it was light. He smiled a drunken smile. "See! No...noo reaseon... to fear...couch is up...in the air...in my hands...not falling down...not breaking. Is fine! yes..yesss is...is fine!" He had it perfectly handled...well as much as a man on powerful sake could. However, he'd gotten the balance right So long as nothing disrupted it...there should be no problem.


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Madison Green


Arcadian Park


Madison watched the girl's facade fade as Madison approached the subject. It was beyond awful, losing the people you cared most about. Part of her wondered if the girl watched them die, or if she only saw the aftermath. Regardless, it didn't matter as much as cheering her up.


Madison immediately put her hand on the girl's shoulder, trying to ease the rising tension no doubt inside of her. She wanted to help the girl realize that she wasn't alone, but because she reacted without thinking the girl was more hurt than ever.


"I'm sorry, sometimes my memories just like to pop out like that, especially around this time of the year." Madison said, trying her best to sound cheerful. By mentioning the time of year aspect, she hoped to distract the girl from the chaos that no doubt was filling her thoughts.


 
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The Gunman

Eximus Grille

Micah walked into the restaurant and sat at the bar, ordering a dark beer and some onion rings to start, seeing, out of the corner of his eye, a woman enjoying a burger and some chili fries... a little too much. He sighed and shook his head, munching on an onion ring and taking a sip from his beer. It was good, creamy, not too bitter, hints of chocolate and coffee somewhere in there, as well as a bit of almond. He nodded, replacing his drink. He considered what he wanted with the beer and the onion rings, deciding on a Reuben. He placed his order and then wandered over the woman he had seen earlier.


"Good burger?" he asked, leaning up against the wall, "I could have sworn I saw your eyes roll back in your head a couple of minutes ago." He heard his order called up. He went back to the bar and took a seat, glancing back at the woman one last time, before digging into his burger.


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Meanwhile, Wherever the fuck War is

War

Not Entirely sure, it's dark and people are jeering and betting

War was standing in a makeshift ring, across from a large man with filed sharp teeth who kept licking his lips, a sneer on his face. Marrick, on the other hand, was standing there with a mild scowl on his face, just kinda glaring at him. The man was dancing back and forth on his toes, laughing and such, as the people around them made bets on who was going to win. Based on what Marrick was hearing, they were betting against him, seeing as his opponent had won ten rounds before him. His scowl deepened, and he lowered his stance slight.


The man he was facing began to talk, "Oh, getting serious now big man? Too bad I'm gonna kick your ass, and when you lose, I'm going to cut off one of your fingers and keep it as a trophy," he laughed, a high pitched laugh that shouldn't have belonged to a man of his build. Marrick just stared him down, his scowl almost plastered on his face. The other man grinned wider, licking his lips. "Oh, scared to talk big man? Good, this will be even easier then." He took a few steps toward Marrick and faked a gut shot, then went to sweep out his leg. Marrick stomped down on his leg, hearing a satisfying crunch and ripping sound as the shin bone snapped and pierced all the way to the skin at the back of the calf . The man let out a scream.


However, it was quickly cut off Marrick gripping him around the throat and tossing him back against the wall, silencing him by either knocking him unconscious or killing him. Marrick didn't really care. He collected his money and left, having burned off the last of his steam.


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Pestilence


Eximus Grille
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She swallowed the sweet mana from Heaven and enjoyed it easing down her throat until a man came up to her, interrupting her alone time. Can a bitch just enjoy her meal without anyone questioning her way of eating? She was nicknamed the Horsemen's food critic, she always took the first bite out of something, and gave the Horsemen her say on what the food is like. That is until War decides to hork it down before she can talk. This was also why she was the cook of the group. She made a mean chicken stir fry, even though she had to make a bunch because War eats four helpings.


"Good burger? I could have sworn I saw your eyes roll back in your head a couple of minutes ago."


She looked back at the man going back to the bar and squinted her eyes at him. No one interrupts the Pestilence when she is focused on her task, her current task was eating the meal she had wanted. He sat there, his beer in hand, his hair fine and relaxed, opposed to her fiery pixie cut. she could imagine his face having a smug shit eating grin. If she were high on the line, she would have walked up to him, and slammed the beer bottle against his head, and if he is cute proceed to have her way with him, while he was unconscious. She wasn't high though, so she had a bit of reasoning in her head, however that does not mean she can't make a little fun retort. Ugh, but that means she has to use actual words, words that she does not feel like uttering, and means having to leave her food for a few minutes. Besides, she has no time to fuck with someone, she has a gift to give. Oh, but she can humiliate him.


"Oh waiter," She tugged on the waiter's shirt passing by her. The waiter knelt down to her level, and Pestilence smiled as sweetly as can be, her devil horns growing.


"Yes, maam?"


Pestilence bit her lip and then said in a soft whisper, making it sound smooth, seductive even. "That man over there, he is a good friend of mine, and it is his birthday. See, he has a cute soft side to him, loves the stuffed animals and ponies and what kids like. Can you give him a birthday congratulations like you would the little young ones." She has seen the kids birthday songs here in the grille, they are pretty cute for the kid, but very humiliating for an adult. She just wanted to relay a message that Pestilence is not to be played with, unless she deems otherwise.


"Oh yes, we do that, but him? He looks pretty tough."


"Oh trust me, darling, he enjoys it. It is his favorite secret" Her silver voice rang in the waiter's ear. She then took out her wallet and then was about to place it on the table, but instead placed it in the waiter's shirt, "That was for the meal, thank you, and get me a raspberry tea to go"


The waiter nodded, and took the tip from her shirt and walked hurriedly and gathered the other waiters. Pestilence placed her fingernails in a steeple shape and watched with a smile on her face before reaching for her last chili cheese fry and placing it between her teeth. She chuckled silently, and sipped a bit of her tea,


"Enjoy the show, Pestilence, enjoy the show"


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Iris & Connor

Redds Apartment​



Being petted and having her ears rubbed was a nice change from how the rest of the day had gone. The red head leaned up against Heinrich and nuzzled him slightly still purring. It was a low rumbling purr resembling that more of a big cat than a house cat. Hazed green eyes remained open and half lidded as she observed everyone else who was in the apartment still. Red was still enjoying his sake and connor was eyeing the couch still. She noted that he almost looked angry at it and wondered if he was okay. Even without line he was called the frenzy for a reason. In a drunken stupor angre could be triggered easily and the last thing that needed to happen was Connor raging on a couch.


Then he leaned down and picked up the couch wiched caused Iri''s ears to perk as she frowned. Heinrich had warned the other champion early that lifting a couch wasn't a good idea. So impulses more in control than ever Iris couched slightly. "Connor, Heinrich said that wasn't a good idea. Put it down!" She scolded before springing up onto the couch in an effort to get the champion to set it down. Much like her mistake during the hunt Iris hadn't given much thought as to what to do once the initial pounce happened.


The couch swayed back and forth with Iris now on it. He struggled for balance. "Damnit Iris...you...are...making this...reaaallly difficult!" The couch was wildly swinging around now. Connor knew the fact that he was not going to be able to balance it for too much longer. So he did the one thing he could do. He leaned back and fell on the floor. Couch still on his hands. there was a loud *THUNK* as he collided with the ground. The couch was still above him. He slowly eased the couch down. Unfortunately on top of him. Connor though at this point, was tired. He looked up from the floor. "Well...well...Iris...i'mma, i'mma stick down here...is like a...blanket...but...much more stiff...Will...chill down...here...for the night." With that he closed his eyes and began sleeping.


Iris gave a surprised yelp as she clung to the couch while Connor tried to Catch his balance. The couch dropped and Iris nearly bounced off the couch but managed to cling to it a giddy giggle escaping the inebriated girl as she peeked over the back of the couch. "S-sorry." She apologized before catching the last bit of conor's statement. "Hmmm alright Con-con, G'night!" She grinned before letting out a long yawn realizing that perhaps a night wouldn't be bad. She laid back on the couch and with a long yawn stretching out much like a cat before curling up and slowly falling asleep.


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Redd Shotokhan


Arcadia Gardens


The red man was honestly stunned. Not only did he have a circus act going on within his living room, but the end result of that was a drunken, makeshift, 'bunk-bed' having been created. He sighed, looking over to Heinrich just about the time the two of them declared that they were going to sleep and squinted his eyes. "There are Gi of multiple sizes in the training room. Beside it is both a shower and an artificial hot spring. That is only if you need to use them. I will be." His hands went to his own knees as he closed his eyes, snapped his body forwards while also flexing his thighs. From a cross-legged sitting position, he was now up right. During his ascent, he grabbed the dishes from himself and the pile on the table, as well as extracting every set of chopsticks from them just before he turned. His arms moved incredibly fast, displaying just how quick (and dexterous) he was.


Redd Shotokhan made his way to the kitchen and let out a sigh, putting the dishes in it. He ran some water over them and left them to sit for the night. Afterwards, he went to step over the entire couch where it was now positioned on the floor and made his way towards the showers. "You are free to see them home once they wake." He paused and pulled his shirt off, looking back to the young man he was just talking to. "They will not move until then." And then went into the door on the left, which just so happened to be left of the 'carnage' as well.


 
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Time Skip

March 17, 4021

~11:00 A.M.~
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After the festivities of Chamion day the city has entered a lull. Those who partied a little too hard tried to recover while other cleaned up after the mess. Back to business as usual, more or less, people went back to work and some champion back to training or making adjustments for the next hunt. There was some bit of excitement to see who thing would differ from the first hunt as Champions who had forgone the first hunt of the Year would be ready to go. To much surprise the next hunt was not announced, but rather something different.


A brunet man and blond woman sat behind the news anchor desk both dressed professionally. They finished some of the highlights from the festival and shifted to a new and 'exciting' development.


"In other news, a team from Atech has announced an excursion to a near by set of ruins." The woman spoke up before the mini screen to her right expanded to show an old graying man dressed in the typical lab coat.


"It has been rumored that buried somewhere in the city lies a small fortune of information and lost technology. Even more fascinating and important is the few scout drones have shown an overwhelming amount of monsters in the area. We suspect since the area has been untouched by humans in possibly decades it has been used as a breeding ground!" The man explained before the screen cut back to the reporters. This time the man spoke.


"An excursion is being planned to the ruined city and a city wide request has gone out to any willing champions who would like to assist in the mission. Any who do are to call into the Atech labs, the number is at the bottom of the screen." The man explained as a number appeared in white beneath him reading 156-651-8113. With the story done news moved on however various Champions interested in the trip started to call in and offer their services.




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Madison Sophia Green


Apartment at Eximius


"TV off." Madison said from the bathroom, not much caring for any excursions out of the city. Her birthday mattered a little more than some life threatening, sanity draining trip.


She had woken up fairly late, but by eleven she had finished getting ready, wearing her most professional attire. Her sister's tuxedo did not fit very well, but it was the only piece of clothing that could be considered anything close to fancy. Even her hair was less chaotic, with Madison spending far too long making it perfect. That was how it worked, though. Natalie deserved the best Madison had to offer, without question.


With her interest in the news of the day gone, Madison turned off all the lights in her room, locked her door, and left, heading to Arcadia.


Once outside, she saw as champions scrambled to volunteer for the mission, leaving her to wonder if people were doing it because it was the right thing to do, or if they only wanted their next Line fix. It didn't really matter, did it? Either way they were helping with the archaeological whatever, so odds are it was no harm done.


"We're 'ere." The old driver said, putting the vehicle into park. Madison thanked him and left him a decent tip, hoping he or someone else would be there when she was ready to go home. After she got out, Madison was greeted by a slight breeze, blowing her hair back.


Ignoring it, Madison opened the gate with a screeeeeeech as the metal bars slid along the concrete. Once that was done Madison walked inside, letting the gate of Guardian's Rest remain open for all to enter.


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Pestilence


The Horsemen's Apartment
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Morning. Pestilence cannot stand the morning sometimes, even when she was out for very long. Her trip to the jewelry store and the diner was okay, she did need the fresh air, but she was still so groggy, and felt like a thousand weights were placed on her chest.


Anyway, she hoped that stupid gunman will not interrupt her eating habits, because that birthday song was very humiliating. She smiled again at the memory and then got up, much to her disappointment. Her hair a mussed up mess, she looked at the mirror and saw her face covered in her own drool, and her steel necklace backwards on her neck. She groaned to herself and combed her hair with her fingers, some getting caught in some tangles and she stretched again.


Only six hours of sleep. She got up and walked over to her dresser, on top of it contained a brown box labeled Aketu's name.


Pestilence opened the box and containing it was the necklace she had made for Aketu, it was surely perfect. The shard of the vase was polished nicely and a bit sharp, but seemed to shimmer as if it were a jewel. It was beyond perfect. She smiled and closed the box and headed out to the living room. She was donned in black pajama shorts, very short that it could be swallowed by her ass, and her camo tank top that she stole from one of her one night stands.


Rebecca walked over to the bathroom and started to brush up her hair before starting a shower. In her head she thought of what to do, she did want to train, but the only guy that can train with her is Marrick. It has been a long time since Aketu and Markus has trained with her. Then again, she takes line when she trains, so when is ready, she can just wrestle with War, then its off to get her jollies off. A bit of a win win for her when she trains with War. She walked out of the bathroom, and kicked War's room door, where she knows he is awake, he is just lying there like a big brauned idiot.


"Wanna train today? Need to loosen up my muscles before the next big hunt." she yelled out before stripping down to step in the shower. Aketu might still be asleep, but then again all of the horsemen have seen each other naked, except Famine. She looked back at the box labeled "To: Aketu. For the trouble we caused you" on the counter and sighed again. She just wants to beat someone up today, and probably have a bit more happy fun time without Death putting them on the hit list again.


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(i think Pestilence needs someone new to talk to, who wants to train with Pestilence?)
 
Ash


Eximius Apartments


Ash woke up laying in his bed half ass looked at the bland boring ceiling of his with a pentagon painted red on it, just the same as he always did and he let out a sigh being unable to remember the last half of yesterday at all, though he did remember meeting a really pretty girl while he was at the festival "Man would it be nice to have her in my bed, that would be a treat." He went to go scratch his forehead because it felt a little funny, hopefully it wasn't his horns coming back through and it wasn't even a week since he had cut them off, but found that he couldn't move his arm as freely as he wanted to.


He looked over to see if the blanket had his arm in a wrap or something but found that the same girl from yesterday laid across his arm "Well, this just took a bit of an unexpected turn, though, I wouldn't mind waking up like this every day." While he was looking at her he finally noticed that in fact that his horns did grow back, and this time to their full length instead of a third like they usually do, then he remembered what happened yesterday after noon.





The two of them were at a concert for a while then they went to his little favorite grill that was around the area to get a bite to eat, that is after they let Iris go find whoever it was she was looking for. They were in the middle of having an intimate conversation when some punk kid decided it was funny to pull the chair out from under him. After that things start to get a bit blurry, he remembers sticking his hand in his pouch and getting stabbed with his little med kit stuff that was broken from Ash falling on it, then it came to him, he carried Nectar in that same pouch, lucky for both him and those around him that he was running low on Nectar at the time. Then there was a big gap in what he remembered the next thing was Kiri with him in the ambulance, luckily she was able to knock Ash out before he did something horrible to anyone or that the Nectar could do any real damage to his body. Then there was another big gap in his memories, the next couple things he remembered was making her a collar for her to wear, and then the 'fun' from last night.





He let out a deep sigh now that he knew why he had both a pretty girl in his bed and his horns were in his line of sight, they curled back from his forehead, 'behind' his ears and then out in front of his face where he could see them clearly, at least they were a nice pretty glossed crimson red this time. He gently pulled his arm out from under Kiri and covered her back up so that she wouldn't be cold without him next to her, he was practically a portable heater. He wandered into the bathroom to both use it and groom himself, after he got a good look at himself in the mirror he chuckled a bit, his hair was a complete mess. "Looks like she likes it just as rough as I do."





After taking some time to properly comb and braid his hair and brush his multiple row of jagged teeth he went into the living room and tossed on a pair of pants then he sat on the couch and turned on the TV to initially see what the stocks were doing but found himself looking at some news broadcaster going on about how there was a breeding ground for the monsters that conveniently happened to be around some lost tech, what a mess. "I guess it would be a good exersize for me to go and help out, I'm sure she wouldn't mind going along with me, if not it't not to big of a deal anyways."


He pulled out his phone and dialed up the number on the screen and waited for someone to pick up "Hello, yea, go ahead and add another champion to the list that's going to help out with the infestation or whatever it is. Yea, the name is Ashatera Rin Gollare, my id is all 6's, NO I'M NOT KIDDING YOU DUMB FUCK! Look, just add me to the list ok." and just like that he hung up "Stupid receptionists, think they know it all, dumb fuckers, I bet I probably just woke her up, I was trying to avoid that, all well, guess it was inevitable." He waited to see if she was going to come join him on the couch or if she even woke up at all.





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Roth


Eximius Streets





Roth had just gotten out of the academy not too long ago and graduated at the top of his class as valedictorian as well, so even right off the bat he already had a good note able amount of fame. Roth had already been up for a good while and went out on his usual walk down the streets of Eximius minding his own business and daydreaming while he was at it. When he finally decided to come back to reality he found himself in an interesting place, it wasn't his usual rout that he took every morning, he seemed to be in an unfamiliar place, the streets weren't as pretty as all the others and the buildings and people, but even out of all of that there was one building that stood out, it was the horseman's apartment, though Roth didn't know that at all.


"What an interesting place, and more so what an interesting building." He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and just stood there like an idiot looking at the building like it was some sacred artifact or something like that.





Roth pulled out his phone and pulled up a small menu for his exosuit and gave it his location for him to come pick him up, he was done with his morning walk and was fascinated with this building, he was practically fascinated with anything really due to his short attention span. He sat on the ground with his legs crossed and waited on his suit to show up an to see if anyone would come out of the building, and if they did what would they look like.





@Kiwi
 

Sica Pera

The champion of Tecavah


Sica's private apartment

Sica took a punch to the face as she still heard the
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and saw the flashing lights from the night before. She started in the Blue Phantom Casino and ended up in a loud club on the dance floor. While she wasn't drunk she was surely exhausted from the excitement and with her trainer waking her up at seven in the morning to begin training wasn't exactly easy to wake up to. A ruthless punch to her remaining kidney brought her back into reality as she attempted to block the next punch that Johnathan had thrown. While Sica had managed to block the punch aimed at her only good shoulder he quickly moved and grabbed her wrists pulling her arms apart and kicked her in the chest sending her to the ground. Johnathan kept the assault going as Sica rolled to the left to avoid getting kicked in the side by his steel toed boots but he had been too fast and jumped directly on top of her and grabbed her left arm as he kept the rest of her pinned down. With three well placed blows to the shoulder her left arm was knocked loose and ripped directly off as he threw it across the room.
"You are getting weak! Fight back!" He said as he kicking her in the head before dragging her to her feet by her only good arm. Johnathan stood still waiting for Sica to attempt another move. Sica lunged forward with a right kick as he grabbed her leg and spun her around causing her to drop the floor again. Sica tried getting up by Johnathan put weight on her right wrist as he pulled out an electro knife from his boot and shoved it into her chest as the metal on metal made a horrible screeching sound. He let the electricity course through Sica causing damage to her cybernetics and her organic body. After seconds he pulled it out and threw it at the wall as it lodged inside of it. Sica laid on the floor watching as Johnathan picked up her arm. "Your punishment for such a poor performance is to spend the day without your arm." Then, he tore it in half at the elbow and dropped it on the ground. Sica's engineer looked on in overwhelming frustration as the room was left to the two of them.

Sica stood up mostly tired with only a few bruises on her body. The engineer looked over to her as he began to speak. "Why do you put up with him? He does this almost every time." Sica laughed a bit as he picked up her arm and placed it on a nearby worktable. "He knows what he is doing and I do learn from him but he doesn't actually hit that hard, in fact I make it seem worse than it really is so he ends training early." Sica walked over and laid on a large table as the engineer began to repair the damage from the knife and placed a metal cap on her shoulder to prevent the ripped wires from causing any damage. "Well at least my chest is a quick fix unlike last time." Sica tired to make light of the situation despite the engineer's frustration. "Yeah but the arm is going to be an all day repair job. You still want to take on that escort mission tomorrow after the training today?" Sica nodded. "Yeah I can easily sleep off his wimpy hits."
 
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>> AKETU TANETI - 'DEATH'





>> FOUR HORSEMEN APARTMENTS








"Wanna train today? Need to loosen up my muscles before the next big hunt."


Such simple words danced their way over to Aketu's eardrums, dragging their talons over his morning-sensitive brain. He shifted, curling himself tightly into the blankets and burying his face back into his single grey pillow. A groan escaped his lips as he slowly unfurled himself from the crinkled sheets. He'd worked himself up to a sitting-up position, icy eyes blurred. Cool metal kissed his skin as he lay his glasses upon his face - they were simple, black frames accented by silver lines that ran the length of the legs. Without them, or his contacts, he could see next to nothing. Unfortunate, really, given his position as a champion. It was just something he didn't want to get fixed - made him actually feel human instead of some puppet that was led around to entertain the people. Or, you know, whatever the case may be. He was slightly grumpy that the woman was yelling so damn early in the morning, but he guessed it couldn't be helped. He wasn't awake enough to be angry or really anything, just focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.


As he left his room, donned only in a baggy pair of white yoga pants, he heard the shower running. He wasn't typically a morning breakfast eater and figured that whoever was showering, he'd just hop in, brush his teeth, put in his contacts, and have been in there long enough to open his pores and wake up a little more. Knocking twice on the door, he then pressed down on the handle and stepped in, inhaling a big waft of steam. He could tell it was Rebecca, just with the way she fit in the shower easily. "G'morning," he mumbled out, slipping off his glasses after pulling his contact case off the shelf near the sink. For the moment, he missed the box lying on the counter that was inscribed with his name, mostly due to his sight not quite being there and his brain still in the fog of morning. He then spent the next ten minutes battling with his contacts - as soon as he thought he got it in, it slipped out and almost seemed to run away and hide. This frustrated Aketu slightly, but yet, he was still not quite awake enough to become upset. After that, he conquered the giant mountain known as brushing his teeth and did a quick comb-through of his hair, applied product, and, as he set down the can of styling spray, the box caught his eye.


He cocked his right eyebrow as his hands wrapped around the package, almost suspecting a trap. Despite the possibility curiosity got the best of him and he slowly pried open the lid, arms held away from him in case something sprung out. But nothing did. Inside was simply a necklace, long and triangular. He recognized the material it was made from, the vase that they had broke. This must be her way of a apologizing. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly in the already sweltering room and coughed quietly. "R-Rebecca?"
 
Lucille R. Chromatia

Atech Industry Offices


"Lucille?" Parker Whitmore's voice hovered behind the door to Dr. Chromatia's office, momentarily pulling her attention away from her current research. With small effort, she quickly scrawled a note in the margin, before her blue eyes raised temporarily away from the page and towards her door. "Yes, Parker?" a gangly man in glasses stuck his head in - big nose first, wide-rimmed bifocals next. Lucy tried her best to smile pleasantly, he'd been awkward with her since she turned down his drink offer.


"Just wondering if you've looked over my paper?" his meek voice trembles slightly before he forces her door open, moving the clutter that originally blocked it aside. "Ah, yes, your report... it was enjoyable, but convoluted in your sourcing. Dr. Albstein and Milnes in particular got your main point about the blot hybridization completely off track..." Blue eyes scanned the room as Lucille tried to remember where she deposited the particular document.


Eventually her fingers left the words she traced to dig under the mess of paper and office wares that littered her desk. The minute she grabbed something under her computer, the folders that were situated on the corner of her desk fell straight onto the floor. The monitor also teeter menacingly before she caught it, "You didn't email it to me did you?" she eyes the documents that had just hit the floor menacingly.


"N-no" his simple confirmation got her flipping through the corners that stuck out, moving aside the colored papers written by over-zealous grad students. When were those due again? She set everything aside until she could see her keyboard again, and on her way back she knocked her book shut. With a quick scan of the floor she realized it was one of the papers stuck under her chair. With a huff and torn cover page, she held the edited piece back to Parker.


The man readjusted his bifocals, seating himself on the edge of a recliner taken up by her coat and encyclopedia series she quite enjoyed. "Your notes?" he looked up at her curiously, "Attached at the back on three separate sheets of paper - I think they're numbered..." he doesn't bother looking, he simply stares at her. "...Yes, Dr. Whitmore?" the older man clears his throat non too subtly, avoiding her gaze as he looks around the current avalanche of work she has around her office.


"I heard you're one of the names on the excursion team?" Lucy immediately avoids his eyes when he tried to look at her again. "Yes, I've took the liberty of withdrawing all folders for champions on the roaster" her heeled shoe nudges the folders that were flipped onto the floor. There's a general disinterest when his shaded eyes find where she is pointing "...Are you sure that's safe?"


At his worry she had an easier time smiling, except the man kept talking, "Wouldn't you think the Atech excursion would be best suited for a more experienced doctor?" The smile that was forming stopped in place, making her mouth twitch slightly. "Nonsense" she tried her best to recover, maybe Whitmore wasn't implying he deserved her spot "Experience is something these champions have in tenfold." Perhaps it was better to miss the implication, "The company has assured my safety. As for my placement on the team that is something you will have to ask them."


Lucy stood, her clumsy knees knocking together under the palpable tension in the room. The woman dusted off her lap "Now if you'll excuse me..." Lucille took a moment to gather the folders and heap half of them in her arms. "I'm heading to the phone lines to see who has volunteered, you are welcome to stay here for whatever reason..." There was no way Lucille would be able to kick him out so she simply left him there, headed towards the lines. Perhaps she would make a call to a few scientists herself...
 
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Katherine "Kat" Ariat


Vita Towers


Its been a long time since Katherine had a full good nights rest. She had an abundant amount of energy, she either went to bed really late, woke up really early, or continuously wake up through out the night. But this time was different, it was peacefull, and undisturbed. That is, until, a certain feline decided this morning when the little Champion was going to wake up. A loud purr rumbled from an especially beautiful siamese cat. Ice blue eyes, silky coat, with its unmistakeable brown and cream colored markings. It hopped onto Kat's bed and leisurely walked ontop of her human's chest. Its large eyes stared at Katherine's face, watching for any sign of movement. "Meow," the cat chirped cutely for attention. Its head lowered to sniff out the sleeping human quickly then lifted its head again. A paw extended and hesitantly poked her owner's cheek.


"Mmm...." Katherine stirred in her sleep from the sensation. Her head turned away from the cat. The blue-eyed feline turned and jumped off the bed, the bell on her collar jingling. The spell of sleep began to fade and the Ghost girl's eyes started to flutter lightly. Her vision refocused with the bright sunlight beaming through the window. She sat up and raised her fore arm to shield her eyes from the sun. "Ughhhh" she flopped back into bed, her head landing back onto the pillows. They always seemed more comfy when you have to get up. They were calling her, lulling her, tempting her to go back to sleep. Kat inhaled,"Get your ass up....." she grumbled to herself as she exhaled. Her voice was rough and rusty from not being used for 8 hours or so.


After much self-convincing, she managed to get herself up and lazily make her way to the bathroom. A small hand flipped on the light switch , and there Katherine observed herself. Her eyes were half way open, still heavy with sleep. Green-hair was tousled and messy, and went in all directions. She placed both hands on the counter and stared at herself for a moment, thinking about what her and Madison talked about the day before.the Shadowcat lifted her toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, still thinking about the conversation,"That was nice of her to be concerned," before she knew it, her distracting thoughts caused her to squeeze toothpaste on the wrong end if the toothbrush. She widened her eyes looked down at it before sighing,"Ugh...( -_- ")".


Some time passed before she was conpletely ready. She wore black running shorts, with a very dark green sports bra, and a thin, grey sweater ofer it all. She stood by her door, making sure she had everything she needed, phone, wallet, keys, headphones. Her cat, Guppy, came running to her and rubbed on her leg, purring and meowing. Katherine smiled down and her beloved pet and bent down to pet her. A sharp pain in her head rose again, and Kat immeditley knew it was the side effects,"Damn it!..." She cursed while holding her head, waiting for the surge of pain to fade.


Knock! Knock! Knock! "Kat?" A familiar voice came through the otherside of the door.


"Y-Yea?" She cringed from the side effect.


"Can you open the door please? We gotta talk kid."


Katherine always hated when she said they had to talk. It sounded so serious but sometimes it never really was. Katherine listened and turned the knob.


"So i heard a certain little someone was in a place she wasnt supposed to be-- oh, are you alright?" The woman crossed her arms.


"Im fine, im fine. Just.....What did you need to talk about?" She tried to hurry it up.


"I just wanted to check up on ya." Kascey looked at her up and down with a lifted eyebrow,"You sure youre o--"


"Im fine. Its going away now. Anyway , im going for a run so uh, you can stay I dont care, just lock up when you leave okay?"


"Okay," the doctor shrugged.


Katherine exchanged quick goodbyes then left and closed the door behind her. Her trainer stared at the door for a moment then heard,"Meow," from her feet. Guppy looked up at her, her tail swishing happily. "What," Dr.Greene looked down at it.
 

Roy


[ some dude's bath tub]

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Opening his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, Roy pushed himself up into an upright position slowly. His head felt as though it was going to roll off of his shoulders, causing him to lift a hand to the top of his head and let out a pain-filled groan. It was going to be a long day, especially if this was what Roy had to deal with. Never much of a sleeper, Roy checked the time to find that he had not been asleep for merely as long as he would have liked. In attempts to recall how it was that he got into the bath tub in the first place, the young man would attempt to sort through the files in his brain in order to find some sort of reasoning. When not only that fell blank, but the memory of the previous night's events in general, Roy knew that chances were he had drank a bit too much.


He remembered getting to Arcadia Gardens - after that, it was pretty much all black. Knowing that he had probably pissed a couple of people off, and probably Iris in the process, he figured it would be best to keep his distance for as long as possible. At the very least, eventually apologize for whatever it was that he might have done. Getting to his feet, he stepped over the edge of the tub before he felt his stomach turn. The previous night's sushi began ascending from his stomach, so Roy was forced to find the lid of the toilet and expel whatever he could into it. Feeling like complete and utter shit, he flushed down whatever it was that came out of his body and walked to the sink. Cleaning his hands and his face, he rummaged around until he found some equivalent of a breath-changer. Mouthwash? Okay.


Roy made sure to keep the mouth of the bottle away from his own as he poured some of the contents down into his hatch. Sure not to swallow, the young champion would gargle and swish around a bit before spitting the minty liquid out into the sink. The motion and the liquid swishing about caused Roy to dry heave as it fell from his lips, but nothing came out. Luckily enough, Roy wouldn't have to clean up the sink. Turning to the door, he found that he actually ripped through it the previous night. He let out another groan, dropping his head and shaking it from side to side as he merely stepped through the rip he created. Down the hallway, he found not a person in sight. Part of Roy felt relieved, but he really had no idea where the hell he was. Or where Iris was, if she was still around. Figuring it would be fine if he lingered a little while longer, Roy found a nice spot on the floor after walking through yet another door that he had probably ripped through.


Pushing himself against the corner of the room where two walls met, Roy rested his head on one of them. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to keep the room from spinning once more. He was still slightly drunk from the night before, but not by much. For only one cup of sake, it had done a rather large toll on his body. Not that he had known what it was that pushed his level of drunk over the line in the first place. There was no way that he could stop himself from feeling like shit, but having his eyes closed made him feel better. In some weird way. Everything was extremely bright when they were open, so that was probably a factor in the equation. Nonetheless, he kept as quiet as he could as he sat in his spot.
 
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