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As Killua had begun talking, Sage had glanced at the ground almost by instinct, used to sitting on the floor to have this kind of exchanges. Obviously, he had changed ideas as soon as he had caught the sight of it... not only was it dirty beyond imagination, but the streets and sidewalks were also wet with who knows what. The safest guess was blood. Safest.

Unable to seat, the young man had just stood there, attentively listening to the other boy telling him what seemed like his life story. That was fine and dandy, really. Part of it had already been shared back in the warehouse, with a lot more detail thrown into the fray and ever since Gabriela the pyromancer had been trying to be more open-minded with activities that could be considered criminal... Like Jeff and his mercenary job. Sometimes good people fell into terrible circumstances like that, is what he had learned.

Buuuut, eventually, he couldn't help but notice that the exact reason that this conversation was happening had never come into play. Was that on him for not being more specific? Well, he had assumed that alluding to the event beforehand would have clued anybody in what the focus was going to be... This was the sort of airheadedness that he would have expected of himself and not others, but maybe that had been his mistake? Or maybe... Maybe the boy had been avoiding it on purpose.

A mental sigh had echoed through his mind. Okay, this was becoming more complicated than he had anticipated it... The Descendant didn't want to push the subject, if anything it was the last thing that he wanted to do. But what else could he do? Would starting it himself work? It would be so less tense if the other just found the courage to speak out on his own. If only he could create a safe space for such, if he could provide the adequate gap for it.

Half-way through the exchange, Sage's attention had been noticeably wandering, apparently focused on something else entirely. Even as the electricity demonstration had come by, there had been little to no reaction from him. Not that it wasn't cool, it was! Despite him having seen it a couple times already it was still very interesting to watch, and it was just as intriguing to hear that it was somehow a developed power that didn't sound inherent to the other. But if he started making questions now, it would only serve to delay the main subject even more. He couldn't do that, it was not only important, but it was possible that Killua was also trying to deflect it too.
Engaging with anything else would be falling for that trap. He had to be smarter with this...

"Alright... I'll just have to do it myself, it's fine.", he had sighed, it felt like he was working to eventually rip a bandaid off. The situation was so tense that the temperature around them had started to rise slowly, "My life story isn't as thrilling or interesting, to be honest. For starters, I've never known my parents and I never will. We're not allowed to meet and it this point it's, not even something I consider doing. Instead, I was given to the Clan as soon as I was born, a temple was my home and the space I wasn't supposed to leave until around 12. If I have to be honest, it was more like a prison than anything, disguised under religious guise and oriental aesthetics."

"I'm a Descendant, I guess the closest I can compare it to in a way others can understand is well, kind of a half-Deity? Though not really, I'm in no way the first one of the line, but the effect is hereditary. Our Deity of Fire and Transitions is a Phoenix, The Phoenix. It is a unique creature to Saraiiho. It's why I can do the things I can, also why I've been taught nothing but restraint and hidden away from the world itself for the longest time, I've been tied to the Concept of Fire from birth. It's not something I asked for, it just is."
, there had been a pause, Sage's melancholy coating his words, permeating his gaze. Then a new sigh, "The rest of that story is well, not too important and pretty boring... And it isn't where I wanted to focus at all."

"The... Take-Over is where I wanted to get at."
, he had hesitated even to say the name. No matter how many times he did this, it was never any easier, "It's, as much as a defense mechanism as it is a nuisance and not simple to explain at all but, this is what you saw happen in the warehouse. That... thing, is a personified form of the Concept that gives me my Ability.", nervous laughter had made it out as he trembled ever so slightly, just saying it he felt scared, as if talking about It could call it over, "It's Fire, as a person. It doesn't care for me, or anything else, It... really just seems to want to see existence itself burn into nothing. And I can't remember anything that It's done in my place. Or... Well, that's all that it used to be..."

At this point, the pyromancer had looked away. He wasn't even sure if this was something that he should be sharing with Killua first... Heck, he hadn't even gathered all of the intricacies of it yet but- Even so he felt the need to, tell somebody... It had been eating him out in the inside this whole time, ever since his reaction back in the Axiom, he just had to get it out. The heat continued to rise as the young man tried to keep his breathing somewhat stable. Part of him wanted to panic, or cry, neither which were ever good options.

"I-I...", the words would not get out, he took a deep breath and tried again, "Kyou- Kyou made that wish and, things have been weird. Weirder than normal, it's- Sometimes I'll feel emotions or whims that... don't really seem to be coming from me. Like there's a second set of thoughts and sensations. It's not a voice, it's more, you'll have the usual ones and then some others and- It's hard to tell which ones are me and which ones aren't at first. There's a lot of indifference? And the feeling that I'm basically unstoppable which feels nice but-! ...There's also a lot of anger. Like nearly unprovoked rage at any sort of inconvenience and I'm- I'm terrified of the implications."

"That's never happened before... I mean yes, the Take-Over was awful, it was slowly killing me but- I knew what to expect from it and now I- Now I don't."
, the Descendant had been trembling so hard that he had actually held himself, as if to dampen it, tears hanging in the corner of his erratic, unfocused eyes, "Not only is anger an emotion that's like a time-bomb when it comes to me, I'm dealing with something new that I don't understand at all and-", he seemed to choke on the words, shaking a bit harder before stopping altogether, and taking a couple breaths. Finally, the temperature had started stabilizing.

"Sorry I- I'm rambling again... We came here to talk about your problems and I've ended up dropping a ton of bricks on you out of nowhere..."
 
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Location: Abandoned Strip Club
Expression: Not Trying to Argue with Ellie
Interaction: Ellie, Mimaki
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Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long

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"Hey, no prob," Yang said in response to Thorne.

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As Weiss made her way to the building, Lilith asked her and Yang if they could help out with the delivery. Apparently, the whole time they missed the memo that a delivery was going on, courtesy of King Boo. Before Yang could progress any further, Weiss faced the front of her whole palm towards her, prompting the Huntress to stop.

"Sure," Yang said, proceeding to go towards the truck with Weiss, who nodded, to start opening the back of the trailer.

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Ellie turned around immediately after Thorne responded. It was almost like she was just waiting for an excuse to lash out at the woman again. "Yeah? Well what the fuck do I feel in my heart, huh?" She said, trying her best to sound and act tough while actually being quite a bit smaller than her. She stepped right up to Thorne, throwing her arms aside and glaring up at her.

"Go on, say what you're gonna say! No time like the present, huh?" she challenged Thorne, but didn't seem too physically aggressive just yet. "Give me a fucking excuse."
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While Weiss and Yang were starting to approach the building, Yang in particular started to overhear voices coming from a nearby window. However, before she could really investigate, Lilith had asked her and Weiss to help out with the crates, so they went towards the truck.

On their way, Ellie lashed out on Thorne, possibly taking words out of the woman in the process. As they weren't quite sure what to do, they looked at each other worried, then continued their way to the semi's trailer. As they did, though, they happened to spot Arthur, who was wondering what was happening.

"We're going to look into that abandoned strip club for anything on Alastor," Weiss spoke softly towards him, in case nobody outside of the MPF clique overhears her. Then, as she and Yang open the semi's trailer with the others, they found Midna sleeping

"Hey," Yang said, "Hey, wake up. We're about to help unload those crates."

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...Something Ellie immediately seemed to ignore as she started to start a fight with Thorne, and Mimaki just sighed. "Quit it." He said bluntly to the both of them. Neither towards Ellie, or Thorne, even though the latter seemed more apologetic. It was both at once. He wasn't taking any sides. "I don't know what beef the two of you have, but now is not the time to start a fist-out. Control yourselves before you bring attention to us here with a fight." This annoying drama and lack of group cooperation are what caused things to go from bad to worse, at least from what he's seen. And Ellie quite literally almost made things worse, too. But unlike Frank, the Kitsune's stance was clear: Go have your conflict some other time.
Thorne decides to either keep it as a proper conversation or trying to snap out of it, so she decides to push Ellie away saying "I-I have enough of you, anyway....... j-just don't talk to me or something now, please.............." She walked away from Ellie before walking towards Yang with a worrying yet angst like look in her eyes after she had snap out about Ellie from now on, she is also have some little heart left inside of her own soul since she accidentally made her relationship with Ellie even worse now.. She then sighed in a sad relationship like tone and tries to keep her confidence up when she is now in some sort of a emotional yet interesting rivalry going between her and Ellie.
 
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Killua Zoldyck
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Mood: It's time.
Nen: 90%
Stamina: 90%
Health: Average
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After hearing Sage's ruined story of a boy who simply wanted to live a normal life. But, unlike his own, there was a difference. There wasn't a driving point.
It was something Sage was missing, or maybe even someone.
But the task at hand was revealed, and then the true discussion began. Whatever you call it, the Take-Overs are pure nightmares. A non-sentient form, taking over your ability to think, or a sentient being with a presence greater than your own. What they had in common was small. But it's the differences that put them together.

Killua put his hand on Sage's shoulder. He didn't care if it would hurt him or what, but he needed to get through to him. He smiled at the distressed pyromancer.
"Hey hey, it's alright. We may be very different from each other, but maybe that's what we need to get through. What matters is we are alive now, and talking."
Killua would let Sage calm down a bit before continuing. Killua then took his hand off Sage's shoulder, and told him... the rest.
"I'm sorry, I haven't been completely honest with you. I left a lot out and even dodged the main point entirely. It's time I show you what I mean for real."
Killua took a long breath and let it out. This is it. This is the time he will finally tell someone about this.

"Remember when I told you I failed the test thing? Well... that was due to the same person who brainwashed me not too long ago. Illumi."
He still shuddered at the name and remembered the "discipline" he got.
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No, no getting scared now. He needed to get it out.
"Illumi and my family have always been like that to me. He was just the worst one though. I can't stand him! He always says he knows what's best for me. He says I'm too weak to be a Zoldyck. Too weak to do anything. He says my greatest problem was leaving in the first place."
The rage grows within him. His Nen aura seems to go to some extremes.
"BUT HE'S WRONG."

"I needed this, I needed Gon. I wanted to go out and not be forced into this killing game."

He stares directly into Sage's eyes now. His eyes filled with rage and hatred toward his family, or rather, brother.
"I DON'T TO BE A ZOLDYCK ASSASSIN ANYMORE!"
He tries to calm himself, but his rage toward Illumi is too strong.

"You say you don't know what's really there and what isn't. I do, but it doesn't help! You say you never knew you're parents and never will. I do, but look at me! A trained human monster who was made to kill. Sometimes I don't want to! I may have to at some points, but I don't want to do it for a living!"
He takes a breath. His aura is still very strong.
"Gon is the greatest person I've ever known. He's smart, strong, and hilarious! But he can't see that. They can't see that."
His aura goes down a bit, for once.

"The takeovers, as you call them, are simply just because of that. The force, the anger, and the pure hatred. And that's what it led to."
He calms himself which takes a second or two. His aura seems to be depleting now...
"All this time, I'd been scared or him being attached to this mess. That this is a deliberate plan to stab back at me."

"I don't know why that was the time for him. I don't know why he decided that exact time at that exact place to attack my brain. All I know is that it happened, and I don't want it to ever again."

"I'm sorry what life has done to you, Sage. I really and truly am. But I can't just give out my life story so easily."

He looks at Sage intently.
"I trust you, Sage. And that's why I trust this story to you. So I really hope this helps you in the end."
His aura is almost missing. You can't feel it easily. The tension between the two had been rising all this time. And this cut the barrier for Killua. This was his resentment.
"I'm sorry I worried you so much. Now I have truly said what I needed to."
He looks down at the hell landscape floor. He finally said it. He finally got it out. But why does it feel so... wrong? Why does he feel so... broken?

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    Orbeck of Vinhiem
    status: Nothing of note?
    condition: Normal.​
    So she had somehow stared out into space for some reason? Maybe it was just a means to ignore the vileness going on in this establishment. It was only from his
    "Oh, hello there!" Wiz cheerfully exclaimed as Kassandra entered the bar. She lifted her hand in a small wave towards the Spartan, smiling brightly. "That's a nice bird you've got there!" She said once Kassandra placed Ikaros down on the bar in front of her. "Well, if you're looking for your group, some of them already left." Wiz explained, gesturing to the bar's exit that was across from them both. At Orbeck's next inquiry, though, Wiz seemed to place a finger under her chin for a moment and hummed out, as if in thought. "Mmm...." She hummed for a moment, before lowering her hand and shaking her head. "Nope. Sorry."
    Nothing of note? Besides the obvious fact that some from their own group have been here. somewhat of a waste. May as well address Kassandra on the current situation. So he steps aside to allow the two wishers to talk with wiz as he turns towards the spartan.
    "A few of us have already split out towards other parts of this place. What we know so far is that Alastorhas some degree of control over this city and is most likely our main obstacle from getting out of this so-called afterlife. Besides some idle chatter and the existence of a general goods store, I have yet to get much else from here. Take a look at the message I sent to everyone so far." If Kass where to look, she would find said message in her personal communicator.
    Given the large number of newcomers that had come forward as of late, a few things must be said.
    firstly, It is made clear that hell in it of it/;s self is ruled over to some degree by Alastor. To those who have been with us briefly, we had an encounter with the figure himself, a demon with an ever-present grin and whose attire is as red as hell itself. Be aware that he also has ties with a so-called third influence known as the shareholders, an organization with only the vice of greed and finances on their minds. Frank has suggested that we try and convince Alaster to release us from this place, but that will depend on the circumstances we find him in. Make use of this as you will, and tell it to those who have only just arived. I'll be looking through the bar for anything of note if you need me.

    He then turns back to Wiz
    "Not even a thing regarding some...passage to the realm of the living?" if nothing of note comes from this, he will simply make a bit more idle chatter about Wiz's past life before moving on to the general goods store.

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Charlie would nod slowly in response to Agent 3, though she was found it hard to find any words to say. Agent 3 was right - it really wasn't a good thing that she and everyone else here were so desensitized to the constant carnage that surrounded them. She rose a brow as Lealan spoke about the bodies being food - but she didn't think much on it. Instead, Charlie merely looked around at the buildings that surrounded them.

"So..." Charlie said as she looked at the group. "Which building should we try first?" She asked. There appeared the be a multitude of businesses, a radio tower, a news station, some construction sites, a few tall houses, and possibly a lot more interesting places just waiting around the corner.
Radio tower, news station, construction sites, and a bunch of sizeable houses... Where to go? "Hm... Good question - I feel like the 'worst' choice would be the construction sites - for obvious reasons. They're still in progress, we'd be getting in the way." She said simply. "So that leaves... the radio tower, news station, and those houses." The Inkling plotted aloud, and would next hear what the Floran came up with.
Lealan looks around weighing her options. "We should probably avoid the News Station, as that'll give us away, without question. And the Radio Station will undoubtedly be a trap. I could grab some gossip and supplies from a nearby Construction site. Other than that, we may find something else worthwhile further on. Raiding random houses and businesses doesn't seem worthwhile, but then, I'm not in charge here. What do the rest of you think?"
"I'd imagine most of the houses are occupied by people just minding their own business - though it's likely we'd get something of use from the residents, I don't know if just barging in is a good idea... So, while possible, that leaves... the other two."
“How about over there...?” as the building in question was none other than the News Station, wondering what kind of stories were hidden in there. But hearing Lealan’s words about their next action made him think a bit, and in a way, he agreed with what she said.... especially with those facts backing her up. Still, he tried to figure out what to do here.... most likely defaulting to the construction sight or News station here.
"...So, it's either the news station or the radio tower - don't you think? I feel the news station is probably the best place to go, but... I can't say you're wrong about that - it would probably give us away, wouldn't it?" Agent 3 sighed and now glanced to the last location - the radio tower - where she 'thinks' is the best place to go (would have been the news station if it were not for the risk). "...Any objections?"
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Link to CS: Here!
Hex Code: #61BD6D
Status (physically): Fine​
Status (mentally/emotionally): On alert/Serious​
Powers: Inkling (species abilities and traits)​
Items: Hero Shot, Splat Bombs, Splashdown​
Skills/Abilities: Highly mobile, leadership skills​
Course of action: "Oh, hell."​
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Location: Hell, Happy Hotel
Mentions: None (directly), @UptownExploringTeam​
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In what was pretty much a reflex, Ellie immediately turned away from Frank and toward the strip club, and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, she was holding her pistol, aimed steadily at the apparent Radio Demon. Her heart was already beating wildly before, but now it was going crazy. "Oh, shit..." she muttered, biting the inside of her cheek and doing her very best to keep her hands steady for this.

She glanced to the side to see Frank luckily recovering from the Lilith torpedo that was thrown at him. She had some more words for this man, but now probably wasn't the best time anymore. "That's right, asshole. We're getting the fuck out of here and you're gonna help us or you'll end up like your buddy at I.M.P."

Ellie then shut up though. Maybe that was saying a bit too much.

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The boy took a guilty expression, slowly walking over to Mimaki. "Uh... Am I in trouble or something...?" he asked softly. His voice carried the guilt and fear a child would have when someone was about to tell his parents he stole a cookie from the jar, but not too heavily. Atreus sounded like he was expecting one hell of a scolding when he got back, like the ones his Father would give him for stepping out of line, but it also seemed like he didn't fear it that much. He was used to it.

He moved over and managed to hop up on the giant fox's back, surprisingly effortlessly, then wrapped his arms around his neck. He really wished he could enjoy this moment for how cool it was, but after just having spoken to the population of hell and then realizing he'd lied to Mimaki, he couldn't help thinking about that more. "I... I was fine, you know... I would've found my way back..." he said softly. His voice carried slightly less guilt now, and especially as he kept talking, there was some judgment, for whatever reason. "I don't always have to be looked after..."

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The sound of something hitting against the stone pavement at high speeds could be heard through the alleyway. In an instant, next to Lazarus, Kagutsuchi was suddenly gone, even if the man blinked, he would only see what appeared to be the wind he moved by his speed moving next to him, and the loud, crashing sound of something massive and powerful hitting against the stone pavement between the Radio Demon and Frank.

During all this time, in their little trip to hell, Kagutsuchi hasn't shown much of his raw power aside from a few occasions, and even then, it was limited to him using his non-battle oriented powers or sensing other people's emotions. In the instant that Frank was seen by the god to be in that death-like state, everything immediately changed. It was if the air had gotten heavier then it had with Alastor. If the heat dropped when the Radio Demon arrived into the scene, then the heat would have become almost unbearably hot when Kagutsuchi landed. The sheer pressure coming from him, that kaleidoscope of emotions burned through him, his soul visible to any and all, a constant shifting of colors, mostly focusing on red and orange in color.

The feeling of proper divinity felt...Weird. While Time Baby was a god, and by extension, a divine, but the presence that came from Kagutsuchi in that instant was almost akin to looking at something pure and raw as lava from a volcano, but...Older, greater, more powerful, like they were staring at the first of volcanos. It was raw, pure, ancient, and almost like...Royalty, almost. It wasn't to say Time Baby was weaker, definitely not, but Kagutsuchi certainly was no pushover.

As the dust on Kagutsuchi's settled, Alastor would grab sight of the being's face staring at his own eyes. There weren't any pupils in Kagutsuchi's own, only a deep and empty whiteness, and his body stiff as he stared at Alastor, almost as if asking him something without any words. In that single moment, Kagutsuchi finally stopped appearing as a 'mortal' as he has this entire time and appeared as a spirit. As the one who birthed death.

...Kagutsuchi's aura suddenly seemed so bigger then it was before. It enveloped the entire area they were currently in, enveloping Frank, enveloping Ellie, and everyone else. And despite the fact it felt warm, it didn't feel malicious. But unlike with the other times, one's aura reached out to them, this time they could only feel mild sensations, thoughts, lines of logic. They couldn't feel the specific and genuine emotions Kyou and Mimaki let out in situations of stress and danger, no, at this moment, they only felt almost only felt the emotions as naturally as one feels the wind and air across the skin. It barely seemed to affect them. It was there, it just wasn't overwhelming, despite the fact the sheer size of Kagutsuchi's spirit and essence most certainly was.

Among the orange air that the group, and possibly this entire area was now in, Frank would see something, almost swimming in the now soul-colored air around him. Like an eel swimming across the ocean, but only if that eel was much bigger then him and older. There was the possibility he was hallucinating, and seeing shapes that weren't there, but when the massive, eight serpentine dragon heads stared at him, and he seemed to automatically heal of his injuries as if nothing had ever happened, and still see them as those strange, almost painting-like shapes, it was clear they were likely real.

Kagutsuchi's essence was trying to 'hit' against Alastor's own like a great wave would hit a person. But Alastor was a mighty wave, too. Even if the god didn't know this being's true potential, and he doubted he could compare to some of the stronger beings in his world or Time Baby, he still used 50% of his reserves to do what he was currently doing. Alastor had gotten them all like an elk got a wolf bloodied because of his antlers, but at this moment, it was if the other members of the pack came in. Because at the end of the day, while animals could bite against an hunter, it was still a creature they didn't know anything about. This wasn't someone trying to rile Alastor up to a fight, nor was this Kagutsuchi trying to attack Alastor. No, this was a god telling a demon to back away wordlessly, the eight dragon-like heads twirling behind him.

At that moment, the burning dragon stared at the laughing deer, before finally speaking.

"No fighting. Speak. Like people."
 
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Ellie just kinda kept aiming her gun while everyone stood still and did nothing.

She cleared her throat and sniffed.

After a while sighed a little.

Awkward.
 
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Fire Flames Texture by arundel
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Placing his hand against the pyromancer's shoulder hadn't harmed Killua in any way, he had merely gotten closer to the source of the heat, like resting against the surface of a turned on laptop, or around a candle. It was a pleasant and harmless warmth that didn't burn. Sage, on the other hand, hadn't been expecting the mirroring of the action at all, jerking his head back at the other with a surprised inhale and a little startled noise. For a moment it as if he was confused by the gesture, though once the other had smiled at him, it had become mutual. Tears soon added to the mix once the full sentence had been uttered.

"R-right...", his gaze had fallen for a bit, lost in thought. 'That had changed too, hadn't it?' An acquired sense of self-worth... There was also this weird duality of shame over crumbling this hard and gratitude over the support, up until when he had scrambled to dry his face with the back of his hands and inhaled deeply, "And there are people cheering for us too!", no matter how much they might mess up on the way.

Then the time had come. Seeing how tense Killua was growing already, the young man had offered him an encouraging nod, no longer giving off extra heat. He had kept from interrupting too much, keeping a small 'I know' over the notion of the other avoiding the subject to himself. Despite how different both of their situations were, the way they overlapped was still enough for the pair to relate to one another. The Descendant kept seeing a younger version of himself on the kid, to eerie degrees, where actions and phrases could be done or said by either of them. Sometimes he could almost see his younger self just standing there too, silently begging for him to act with tired, sad eyes.

Was this how Kyou had felt talking to him? Split into the urge to do something, pull the other closer, crumble over how near to home things were and how much it hurt just to remember... To see and hear similar thing happen to someone else, someone younger, that instigated the wish to save so strongly? It had taken a lot of willpower to not do either as the story had went on. A couple of key phrases made him tremble, Sage's firey gaze gaining a soft unnatural glow with pent-up energy. But even with all of that, eventually, there had been no more holding back, unlike the Oni he was a lot more soft, inexperienced.

At the end there was just a trembling, silently sobbing pyromancer.
An emotional mess that had required a moment to even be able to share words again...

"No, I-", his shaky, meek voice had cut off, as if lacking the strength to even be let out properly, "I'm... the one that should appo-logize...", the tone was raspy, and his throat burned with the effort, almost as if his vocal cords could rub against each other, scraping painfully, but he continued on, forcing it, "I jumped in to help... without even knowing what was going on. By keeping a tight watch on him, I tried to buy time but- I'm still not sure if it had been... the right choice.", the young man's gaze had fallen yet again, "I kept it from escalating, avoided having to fight. But the whole time I, couldn't help but wonder whether it was the best option for you. For all I know, you were suffering irreparable damage in silence and if it wasn't for Maki, I'd have to live with that mistake..."

Under strained breaths, his voice kept grinding weirdly, the Descendant making a pause to let it rest even rubbing his throat for a moment.
If he pushed it too hard, would it trigger that state of stupor? Would it react trying to dampen the pain once more?

"But hey, naive decisions aside... I understand. You don't want to kill for a living and I surely don't want to be th-", hesitation or a choke of his voice? It was hard to tell, but there had been an unplanned pause nonetheless, followed by a deep breath, "I don't want to be The End of All Things either. Unfortunately, the only thing we can do is run- No."

And there it was, it was like the pain was melting away, present but getting farther and farther away, together with any kind of melancholy or worry. Killua had a front seat to the phenomenon, vivid blue streaks in variated shapes had faded-in over the usual fiery-orange like chips on a cookie, or broken glass. They shifted positions and danced about, almost as if suspended in an orange liquid. Sage didn't seem aware of anything, for the moment still going like normal, despite being able to feel that something had indeed changed.

"Alexis told me to stop running. This isn't running, it's finally standing up for myself.", the speech had gotten a lot more firm, decided, even the pyromancer's expression had hardened somewhat, "If they won't see us as more than tools for violence or destruction then we don't need them! Let's run from every prison we get stuffed into, Killua! We'll set ourselves free and live as we've always wanted to!!"
 
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Sora and Rex awaited an answer from Charlie that unfortunately resulted in a no replying to if she knew anyone that be WILLING to help them out.

“(Sigh) well, nix that idea.”

“Don’t look too down, there’s gonna be something we can still do. Hey, Lealan.”

“Oh. Lealan’s here. Didn’t see you there. How’s it going?” While they were already greeting their friend, the boys are thinking of the next thing to ask Charlie in hopes that she may have the key to their escape, Agent 3 says she knows who sealed the exits.

“Wait. You know’s behind this? Who is it!?”

“Yeah, tell us!” She fills them in, explaining that the radio demon that showed up from their scuffle with Roman and the witch doctor has a hand in this and he’s been missing recently along with Charlie informing them if the radio demon’s involved, their trip out of hell just got a whole lot harder. “Oh, great, we’re gonna have to go find that creepy looking guy from earlier? Not only did we just fight an army of dolls whose’s plans were so easy to figure out, they feel like they were taken from a horror movie, and now we have to find one of those demons who knew the guys that were trying to kill us. Anyone else noticing a pattern of helping people for a while then ends with them killing us?”

“Still. It’s our only chance of getting out of here. But, I have to admit, it may take longer then expected unfortunately.”

“Yeah. But no one ever said this’d be easy. It’d be boring if it was.” Charlie restates that they’re willing to help them in anyway they can.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. We really do appreciate it. We’re gonna need all the help we need if there’s a chance we have to end up fighting radio head.”


The boys go out find other members of the MPF, as will as people who may know where the radio demon is.


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Killua Zoldyck
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Mood: Empowered
Nen: 90%
Stamina: 90%
Health: Average
Interactions: Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun (Sage)


Looks like it paid off in the end. After the exchange of comfort Sage cracked the code. And a large amount of blue began to show, almost as if Killua was shocking Sage! But it was a different power. A more spiritual power. And that explanation was all Killua needed.
Click.
"Y-yeah... Yeah. Yeah!"
His Nen aura flowed back into his life and seemed to be in a lighter mood. Instead of it being used as hatred, it was being used as a form of empowerment.
"That was the answer, the last piece of the puzzle, the thing we all needed!"

He looked into Sage's eyes. Killua's sapphire colored eyes seemed to sparkle a bit in the hell light.
"We can do this now! We can fight through this. Because we have something they don't. The taste of doing something better! I know it's been hard for me and you. But it's time to move on. I think I finally get it. If we run, we run with a will. If we fight, we fight for what's truly right. And if we're down beyond the point of getting back up..."
He paused and his energy seemed to grow a bit. He looked up into the air and threw his hands up.
2 large strings and branches of electricity stretched out from his hands and into the hellish sky. The bright blue color shown through a flash for almost anyone to see.
"WE GET BACK UP AND FIGHT ANYWAY!"

Despite the large use of power, he seems almost refreshed and recharged.
Max Nen! Max Stamina!
He lowered his hands, stopping the large electrical tree of power lighting up the sky. He placed both his hands on Sage and looked at him directly again, beaming.
"Thank you! I- I don't know how I would be able to go through this without you!"

When he calmed down a bit he said one last thing to the young pyromancer.
"From now on, Sage, when we fight, we fight together. No matter what. You got that?"
He was still smiling, ear to ear. His aura could be felt easily as a tingly, yet powerful and nice feeling of power. Nothing was going to let him down.

Other interactions: @ Anyone able to look at the sky easily, and who was paying attention.​
 
Mimaki only let out a tired sigh to Atreus, his body lurching down to allow the boy to climb up more carefully. The fox didn't even seem to notice that Link was there, but he didn't exactly show that Link's presence was unwelcome. If anything, he appreciated someone else who was here with him. Yet, he thought carefully what to say to Atreus. He wasn't tired, he could easily bring Atreus back with no problem, but... He had to think about what to say for the kid. "Atreus, look...I...Just, don't run off again, okay? Frank and Ellie...They were really worried about you." Frank the most, he thought to himself. "It doesn't matter if you would have found your way back or not, you're still a child, and this is still hell. You can be alone...Just...Not in this place." Mimaki's voice was still so tired, so exhausted. Atreus could tell that clearly.

Yet, the fox didn't say anything else. The scolding was going to come from Frank, or Ellie, or both. He wasn't this kid's guardian. Atreus lied, put the entire group in a worried state, and could have ended up dead, or worse.

Just as Mimaki was about to run out slowly and swiftly with Atreus though, he suddenly felt it.

It was a massive amount of energy. Like a star was being born somewhere, something only he could sense. Something he was familiar with. The sheer and raw power of Kyou Tana, the sheer, primordial and godly power of Kagutsuchi Mikoto. It was expanding, it was grand, and he could feel that same emotional kaleidoscope everywhere he looked. Yet one thing was clear: It was aggressive, and it was readying itself for something like a battle.

Mimaki's eyes widened in fox form. For a moment, he felt all that emotional exhaustion on him be swiftly put away, as he quickly looked at Link, the look clear in his eyes: Something happened to the group.

Instantly, one of Mimaki's many tails grabbed the Hero of Twilight and placed him atop his back too, seemingly not wanting to risk losing Link from sight, or simply because Link arriving at the same time as he did would be incredibly useful in case of a fight- and he could protect Atreus, too. As such, with quick movements that were once more skilled and not acting out of pure impulse, movements filled with professionalism only someone like Mimaki could have, he moved as quickly as he could back to where the group was, a single thought on his mind as he jumped roof from roof again.

Please, Kyou, Fuma, everyone...Please be safe...!
 
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Mood: Distant, Proud, Chatty
Tags:

-Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, edited by me

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Golden Floral Pattern from PNGkit,
original artist PaperElement?

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

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Sage had actually been surprised to have Killua encouraging his speech. Honestly, after you deal with restraint and similars for so long, something like that had sounded like something that was about to be shut down, he had been expecting to be told to slow down! But no, the pyromancer had gotten worked up, and in consequence gotten the other worked up, which he had to say was incredibly refreshing in a way.
Well, sure, even as he stood there with a fist up in determination, it had still hit him. That despite not having said anything wrong it seemed to have been prompted by an underlying feeling of frustration that wasn't entirely his; One that came with a couple dangerous implications and whims too... But as long as he didn't give those any listen, this should be fine? Not everything that spawned from this had to be bad and well, the lack of apprehension did help a bunch. Like being pat on the shoulder and pushed towards something he had to face.

Nevertheless, encouragement and defiance aside, for the rest of the interaction everything had felt... weirdly distant. Even as the boy had thrown lightning into the air and gone over how they'd get back up endlessly, the ex-college student had kept watching it with a little proud smile. Like something a parent might do actually, and not a friend on the same situation. There was just, something difficulting any real engagement with the scene, it felt like the whole thing with Killua was a movie on a screen and he was merely observing from outside.
Though maybe, that had been for the best too. If the Descendant had gotten too into it, he might have followed the lead and created fires he didn't know how to put out, and since he wasn't too worked up with it the kid hadn't been met with a burning flame-aura once he had grabbed onto him again. Because that might have actually hurt... oops.

On the other hand, Sage had come to understand the phenomena a bit more. There was no doubt that it was triggered by pain at this point, first with him tripping and falling, now with forcing a strained throat way too much. Whatever was happening aimed to soothe the pain, but as result, it also seemed to dampen all sort of feeling, including emotions like sympathy, which is why it all just went... dull and weird. If anything, it was like it just had two modes and all else just came from them. It was either boredom, or destructive rage and seemed to be up to him to choose what to do with them, if he was able to realize it fast enough. The problem lied on if he didn't catch it before action.

Now what or why, was still a mystery. Had it been anyone else they would have already figured this out buuut, without being able to actually see the change of colors himself and not being very smart, well, he hadn't. Not yet, at least. There definitely had to be some irony in granting such an intricate power to such a simple-minded young man, really.

"Oh, you're welcome~!", the reply had been oddly cold, especially for someone like him. A mere heartbeat later, he seemed to widen his eyes at that realization, "I mean- That's great! I'm really glad to have helped somehow, I really am! It's just, doing the thing I told you about and it's so hard to by-pass it... Everything feels weeeeeeird.", he had laughed softly with an apologetic expression, "But definitely got it aaaand I look forward to that! Maybe I can offer a ride to the rightful owner this time~! And hey! The wish is still a thing so, who knows? Maybe we won't have to see your...", the pyromancer had made quotation marks on the air, which looked off considering he still had to hold the armlet with the remaining three fingers on one of the hands, " 'Big brother' again anytime. That'd be nice, wouldn't it?"

Part of him regretted triggering this thing, it would have been fun to have both of them just sort of bouncing around in excitement and determination for a while. Not that he didn't feel it right now, it was just not coming out properly. As helpful as it could be for stabilizing strain and coping with pain, it was just... uncomfortable to be numb without even doing anything. When he did it himself, it was like everything that went unsaid overflowed internally, which made sense. But right now there was... nothing of the sort. This didn't feel natural at all!

"Sooo, I guess we've been wandering around this casino for more than enough time now... How about we go back inside to finally take off these...", he had pulled at the overalls a bit with a puzzled, even mildly disgusted expression, "Odd strapped on things that I can't name and don't really look good on me...?"
 
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Killua Zoldyck
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Mood: Content
Nen: 100%
Stamina: 100%
Health: Average
Interactions: Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun (Sage) thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore (Boo-nager)


"Yeah, actually that sounds like the best move. Wonder how that ghost will take it though. Oh well, maybe we can find a way out in the end. I'll be hanging out here after I'm done changing if you need me."
With that he moved back into the Casino to change. After a quick change in the bathroom Killua heads over to Boo-nager.
"Heyo, boss. Thanks for the job, but I'm gonna go ahead and head out of the Casino. Not sure if I'll come back or not, so here's my uniform."
He hands the non-sentient being his janitor's uniform.
"Oh and, no need to pay me I'm all good."
And with that, Killua begins to walk out the Casino.

Other Mentions: @ Casino Gang​
 
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Mood: Focused, Frustrated, Concerned
Tags: (GM)
, (Yoshi)


-Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, edited by me

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Golden Floral Pattern from PNGkit,
original artist PaperElement?

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

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A single nod had been all of the reply that Killua had gotten, merely in approval and acknowledgement. At the time, Sage hadn't really seem anything wrong with the idea, changing and then coming back out sounded like proxy for something like this. And well, they really ought to be moving on and discovering what the others groups had been up to at this point. So the quicker they got out, the faster they'd get to that.

As such, the pyromancer had followed the other back inside wordlessly, merely leaning on a wall as the kid left to change first. Yes, there were multiple stalls, but still for someone not used to seeing other people naked,--no matter which sex--, it would still be weird. It also warranted mention that the bathroom and public bath areas of the temple were completely different rooms too, making this into a set-up that he wasn't accustomed with. As the young man had waited, the reality of how much time he had just spent on the dishes task had finally dawned on him... Even without looking at a clock, there was no way that it hadn't been at least one hour already. By itself, the amount of time wasn't a problem, but he had told Leo that he wouldn't be taking too long and then done the exact opposite of that.

In a way, he had sort of lied to the other and it really didn't feel good. Even if it had been by accident.

He didn't have to wait all that much, however, as Killua seemed to be fast on the draw. Or maybe just focused at the moment. Merely a couple minutes later, the was the white-haired boy exiting the bathroom with his usual clothes and carrying the blue overalls over his arm. The Descendant had frowned slightly at the lack of folding, it had been a rather discreet display of disappointment, before he had turned around towards the same room. Nearly by the door, he had turned back overhearing the other's announcement of departure and realized one thing wrong with what he was seeing. He was leaving, alone. He hadn't entered alone, Akari and that girl whose name he didn't know had been with the other, but he was existing alone, therefore leaving the other two behind rather unceremoniously.

That seemed, wrong. And perhaps also very rude of a thing to do, but yet again, the teenager had left faster than Sage could have requested him to wait for those which should have been his companions... Caught in-between a sigh and a growl, the result that been a sharp exhale as frustration over the scene had started to boil. What was the other even thinking?? Surely, being outside by his own in a street in Hell, had to be a bad idea, right? Dear Gods, Fuma and Jason had both reiterated for them to remain in groups, then Mimaki too with the suggestion of duos and trios! Duos and trios, not playing a lonely wolf and being a walking target! Arrrgh this made his head hurt.

Okay, add stopping a kid from being in possible danger to the list. Though, he had a couple of things planned to do in there before he left too... And then a little green Dragon had passed by his vision.

"Yoshi!", the pyromancer had called over to the cheerful creature, cocking his head as a sign for him to come closer, "Killua decided to exit the building on his own and neither me or anyone still working is free to go stay with him. Do you mind going outside and sticking there instead? I just don't want to leave the kid alone outside, it could be risky... If he asks, tell him I sent you there because I'm going to be busy for a bit."
 
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Yoshi

Yoshi still wasn't that hungry, or at least not yet. But he had a lot of patience to hold, and he was glad for that. While supervising the casino, Sage had come to the dinosaur for a task. He tilted his head to the side when listening in on the scene. "Mhm... mhm... Yesh! Yoshi will do what Yoshi can for friend Sage! It's not good if separation is for too long, danger lurk anywhere!" ... Though, Fuma wasn't present in the casino this time, but he's sure that she's safe somewhere else, right...? No need to think on it right now, as it is likely she is safe. The green dinosaur was proud to stand and nod. "Yoshi knows friends are busy with task, and Yoshi like seeing everyone safe here, for meantime. Yoshi will check on friend Killua."

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With that, he began to navigate around the Casino until he finds a way outside and be able to call out to Killua. "Killua! Friend Killua! Yoshi here because Sage sent me, Yoshi acknowledge friend Sage's busy task. Yoshi ask... are you are really sure of leaving the casino? The tasks aren't big there, but Yoshi ask of concern. If friend leave casino, they leave the group by themselves. If friend leaves group, they'd get attacked by enemies if they're alone for too long!" ... Is this Yoshi speaking like he's a dad or babysitter? Well, he literally babysat Mario when the plumber was young, and even though Mario is old enough now to not worry so much about safety, this is just a habit he had when it came to younger friends. He just wants to look out for them all the same. There could be beings more powerful than them, and even if the group members were challenged by said beings, they can't do it by themselves (unless they're really that powerful, otherwise not recommended).

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Tags: Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun , Ciscodog Ciscodog
 
Killua Zoldyck
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Mood: Content
Nen: 100%
Stamina: 100%
Health: Average
Interactions: CutieBoop CutieBoop (Yoshi)

Killua heard the Casino doors open back up. But instead of seeing a young boy with a new passion, he sees... a green dinosaur trotting out. Oh yeah!
"Oh! Hey Yoshi. Nice to see you again. What brings ya out here?"
After hearing Yoshi's brief explanation Killua understood.
"I see. Well I wasn't exactly leaving the Casino, er, Boo-cino, but rather just hanging outside. I would rather just chill than do my job to be honest. Although..."
He quickly thought for a second. Yoshi is right, it could be a bit dangerous. And Boo doesn't seem to be doing anything security wise...
"Oh, what the heck. I guess I'll head back in. As long as I don't get kicked out or anything."
He grinned a bit. Maybe this'll be a pretty good little chapter of his life anyway.
"Well Yoshi, anything you wanna check out?"

Other Mentions: None​
 
Chronology: Ultimate
GySgt Lazarus Huang
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PHYSICAL CONDITION: Fine
MENTAL CONDITION: Uneased, Diplomatic
LOCATION: Outside Lazy Pony, Multiversal Hell
COLOR: #E83427
(Link to CS)
INFORMATION
INTERACTIONS: thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 Celestial Speck Celestial Speck
MENTIONS: ConnorOfficials ConnorOfficials Ellya Ellya

POST
The windows on the first and second stories telegraphed no living targets, but it was no sure indicator of an empty building. There could easily be people in the interior rooms, people smart enough to stay away from windows. Frank himself appeared to have determined it to be safe enough to proceed up the scaffolding beside the building. Seconds later, he heard Kagutsuchi mention that there were a total of five figures within the building. A frown spread across Lazarus’s face as this new information was revealed; he didn’t blame Frank or Kagutsuchi, but this lack of coordination was painful to see. Going in without as much intel as possible was asking for trouble.

Luckily, the Punisher had managed to notice this before he got caught, signaling that there were targets inside. Lazarus tried to get line of sight, but there was no chance from behind the truck. THat was a concern that quickly became pushed to the back of his head as Frank lost his cool and went straight for the fox man yell about a lost child. Before long, Ellie joined in the argument, and the three got wrapped up in an argument that ended in the fox man running off to supposedly find the child. This… was not good. When Lazarus first joined this group, he got the impression that tensions were high, and as time went on, the tension just kept on building. No good team could work effectively with tensions, especially when they were high enough to boil over into actual arguments.

Amid the shouting that was the opposite of stealthy, the Ghost Girl decided to go into the strip club herself. Now, this is what is considered “good initiative, poor judgment”. The plan to get more info by entering the building was certainly a good idea, but going alone to somewhere confirmed to have multiple people inside was terrible judgement in every regard. Even if she was a ghost, there was no knowing what kind of powers those inside held, especially if one of them could very well be the powerful Radio Demon.

Seconds later, the poor judgment reaped its consequences, with a wall being smashed through, sending dust and smoke into the air. The projectile that did the damage was none other than the Ghost Girl, despite the fact that she displayed her intangibility just moments ago. The ghost slammed into the hood of the semi, just a few feet from where Lazarus knelt. The impact was powerful enough to tip the vehicle, sending the boxes sliding towards the ground. Lazarus immediately charged into the vehicle in an attempt to right it before it fell on him and the people near him. Thanks to his superhuman strength and his exoskeleton, he was able to keep it from crushing him. This didn’t manage to keep the ghost from bouncing off the truck and impacting Frank.

The Punisher was mangled and bloodied beyond what normal humans could endure, but even with Frank’s rage keeping him going, it was hardly enough to keep him standing, much less in fighting condition. However the man did not let that stop him as he confronted the tall, lanky man in red that stepped out of hole in the wall. Judging by the static-filled voice it spoke with, it must be the Radio Demon that they were trying to find.

Before Lazarus could react, Kagutsuchi went right ahead and displayed his power. It wasn’t just the heat from the flames, but it was something else that Lazarus could feel, something that told him this was a powerful man instinctively. It was almost like the air around him was pressing in against him like some sort of...Pressure. There was no enmity or hostility towards Lazarus, but the feeling was alien and unnerving. This did not bode well for relations between the Radio Demon and the MPF.

First the MPF turned down a deal from the Shareholder and made things go south, and now they show up knocking with a demon that’s trying to use his fire and dragons to intimidate and condescend on the leader. If there was even the possibility of a deal, it would be heavily skewed against the MPF. The more likely response would be an attempt to wipe out the MPF as quickly as possible and be rid of a threat. If it came to a brawl, Lazarus worried about the ability of the team to fight together. All he could do was try to mediate as best as he could.

The Marine stepped out from behind the truck, pointed his rifle towards the ground, and took a few steps forward until he stood in front of Kagutsuchi and Frank. He told them, “Cool your jets, let me handle the talking.” Lazarus had to reign in control of the situation before things devolved by presenting himself as the leader… and judging by the diplomatic ability of several of the others in the group… that was probably for the best. “I presume that you are Alastor, the Radio Demon. I apologize for any intrusion we’ve made, but we’re just try to get an opportunity to speak with you. We want to make a deal with you: we need Hell to be opened back up to the human world, and we’re willing to exchange for that privilege.”

 
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Interaction:

Ciscodog Ciscodog


Location:

Casino, or BOO-SINO

Objective:

N/A

Status:

Curiousness


Condition:

Healthy




Walking through the dark streets of hell, Dennis & Mr. Latt follows behind Killua to the casino just in case to see what's to come next. "Mr. Right, let me know if I'm overreacting if I seem to pull out my gun too early." "Uhhhh, ok. Don't worry about much right now but also don't keep your guard down" Mr. Right says as they finally walk in with Killua, looking around from side to side noticing unusual creatures living like an average human being.....but they're not human beings. From here, Right & Latt explores the casino out of curiosity to see if they could gain any info or something else that'll be useful for later...
 
Yoshi

Yoshi's parent instincts would lower a little bit. Well okay, if he wanted to just hang out then that's fine. "Ah. Sage worried about the exit, but Killua didn't go too far, hm? Yoshi is relieved. Huhhh..." Yoshi sighed. "Well, Yoshi wasn't interested in casino work. Yoshi was looking out for friends while friends busy. Yoshi hasn't done much exploring, but do you think we could check inside casino for useful info? Yoshi think that might be good idea, but Yoshi can listen to other good ideas!" Any other interesting hints/info from the casino of course. But they may have to be sneaky, unless that isn't very necessary. Information and clues about Hell and such are just some good productive ideas, and the friends in the group will get info later on after searching for possible hints or just spending time. Otherwise, there will be other ideas on how to spend time before getting ready to move to other places as a group!

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Tags: Ciscodog Ciscodog , @ casino gang​
 
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Mood: Apprehensive, Awkward, Sociable
Tags: ,
(Yoshi)


-Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, minimally tweaked

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Golden Floral Pattern from PNGkit,
original artist PaperElement?

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

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"Uhuh, exactly.", the pyromancer had replied at Yoshi's take on the problem with a couple of little nods, "Thanks for hearing me out."

He would have given the other a smile of gratitude or waved to see him off, but with the damper still in place, the nods were the most that were being let through. Still, Sage had remained into the room enough to watch the little Dragon as he left, arms crossed and a serious, concerned expression on his face. It was only once things seemed to be in motion nicely that he had turned around again finally entering the bathroom, focusing back into the task of changing out of the blue overalls.

Taking it off had been a lot easier than putting in on, obviously due to the lack of the initial surprise at the garment itself, including less fumbling around with the shoulder straps. No one seemed to have messed with the little cabinet either, meaning that his black pants were still there, neatly folded just as they had been left behind. It was surely a relief to be back into the more loose casual clothing that the young man was used to, rather than the odd one-piece that lacked leg length and was clearly a couple sizes smaller. Not something he would see himself wearing again voluntarily, nu-uh, he was absolutely fine with what little clothes he already had.

Before he could leave, however, whatever had been triggered by forcing his throat too much would start to fade and with its end came a bit of a coughing fit. Of course, none of that had been actually damaging, so once the pain had naturally subsided so had... the whole situation. It wasn't entirely gone yet, once the feeling of anesthesia was no longer there, a lingering sting remained, quite faint but noticeable; Definitely at its final notes and, given enough time, about to be inexistent... Leaning against the wall of the stall for a moment as he let it settle down, a mental note: to stop being so darn reckless with his own health.
Honestly, the clear difference in urgency aside, it had been basically the same as back in the voodoo shop... Giving something else priority over himself; His own suffering. If back then it had become a matter of simply attributing more worth to his own life, now there was a more concrete reason to not do so. Pain would bring forth that weird state of emotionlessness and distance, which wasn't pleasant. And more than that, was yet another risk, another thing to avoid as much as possible. Yes, there were situations where the lack of hesitation might help, but the lack of sympathy was... not good to have. Heck, it hardly felt like him anymore and that was the scariest part.

If he stopped being Sage then who was- Who was he being?
Was this still him and he was just overthinking it or...?

Back outside, the Descendant had pushed his worries back aside. Not the time for that. Instead, he focused more on how refreshing it was to feel things properly again. The awkwardness and anxiety, but also some mild anticipation and the sense of safety, at least for now, inside the casino surrounded by members of their group. There was also a strong fondness as he thought of Leo and tried to imagine the other's reaction at the ice-cream he was about to bring him... though it came with underlying dread and guilt as the young man recalled that, ho boy, he had left him waiting for a really long time now! Oh! Hmm... did everyone else have dual-emotions about everything like that or was that just him? Now, there was an interesting question he might ask someone about later.

Anyways, now dressed with a combo of black v-necked t-shirt and casual pants that were thankfully long enough to cover the dirty-looking sneakers that never recovered from their sewer trip, --another note to self: don't wear white streaks next adventure--, Sage had made his way towards a seat. Not by a table, just a rather long counter since he wasn't expecting to be there for long. He didn't want to deal with any unknown demons or ghosts, settling for Akari who was already an acquaintance and patiently waiting for him to pass by before calling out for the temporary waiter. He had gestured with his hand up towards himself, only to see the armlet again and wonder how he could free his hands without having to wear it again. The solution ended up coming in the way of hanging it out of his necklace for the time being. Just don't move too much and it wouldn't fall? This plan had sounded way better in his mind, oh well...

"Hey, Akari?", the question had come in a low, gentle tone, it might have been missed entirely if it hadn't been for the combo with the more noticeable gesture, "Do they serve ice-cream around here? I was thinking chocolate flavor, but in a bowl or container of some kind rather than an edible cookie cone...", there was a little pause, as the pyromancer tried to recall the right words for things, "Maybe even like, an order 'to go'? It's that what they're called? When you wanna take it out of the restaurant?", if the persona user ever thought that it sounded like Sage didn't go out to eat that often, he'd be absolutely correct.

"Should I get something for myself too?", another pause, this time trying to remember what had been the last time he had eaten anything. Train breakfast, right. Maybe that was overdue, "Uhhhhhh, is fruit salad an option?", nope, he was not joking, "If not, I'll just make do with the healthiest thing possible that also fills up. Yeeah... I-I know, I'm sorry for making it so hard.", the young man had an apologetic, though also ashamed expression on his face, letting a bit of a nervous laugh, "Thanks for bearing with me, I've only done this, like, once before..."

Then as he had finally torn his gaze out of the waiter healer, the Descendant had caught sight of both Killua and Yoshi re-entering the building, much to a delightful surprise. He waved at the two from his seat, a bright and welcome smile paired with the usual friendly and warm fiery gaze. It was clearly an invitation for them to come and seat with him if they wanted to, though not an obligation in any way.
 
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After looking around for a while for any potential customers, Akari noticed Sage waving him down.



Going over to him, Akari was prepared to give his usual greeting with his pen and paper pad ready, but Sage had interrupted him before he could do so. "Ice-cream? I do believe the Boo-cino serves a super-adorable sundae. It's a bit pricey, but it's a carefully-crafted ice-cream Boo with fondant facial features. Bit strange how they're able to keep all of that ice-cream solid in a place like Hell, but then again, the innermost Circle has no shortage of ice. Must be quite a chore to fetch it from all the way down there, though."

Akari shrugged when Sage mentioned potentially making a take-out order. "I don't see why they wouldn't allow take-out. Granted, if it's something cold you want, you'd best find somewhere to eat it quick, otherwise... well... it wouldn't be cold for too long, I would imagine. It's Hell."

Sage had evidently changed his mind, and opted for fruit salad, or at the very least something healthy. "Well... the fruit salad platters are typically reserved for early-bird dining, but... I will definitely ask about that. And, don't worry!" Akari said to Sage with a small bow. "I've met plenty of first-time order-ers in Chrome Star, usually little kids who want to place their own orders with their parents. It's really adorable, actually." He leaned in a small bit towards Sage, and said: "You... do have money to pay for that, right? The only currency accepted at present is the HUD, or 'Hell Universal Dollar'. We can't convert currencies ever since the connection between Hell and the realm of the living was closed off, you see. I'll not write anything in this pad until I can be certain you can pay for it, alright?"

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Sage had noticeably flinched with surprise at the word 'sundae', his gaze travelling towards the counter and the front of the menu as he tried to recall what it even meant. This, was still ice cream, right? It had taken him a bit too long, but eventually, the pyromancer had remembered seeing it in the outdoors outside the bus to college... Ice-cream in a cup and a pretty layer of chocolate syrup in-between all of the vanilla white. Immediately he had understood why it was apparently pricey, that looked quite sophisticated, didn't it? Would the sundae be eaten with a spoon too or were you supposed to drink it instead, considering it came in a cup? All questions that he didn't have the courage to make, not knowing such simple things was often very embarrassing.

"You mean they can't just have fridges like before?", he had asked confused as to why this could be such a huge problem, in his mind, it was so simple. The ice-cream just goes on the fridge! ...Unless they don't have any, "Oh, it's okay! We can just re-freeze it afterwards! It's why I asked for some bowl or container, that way it doesn't drip on the ground when I inevitably melt it again...", the young man had laughed nervously, "It's sad to let it go to waste."

The Descendant wasn't entirely sure of what 'early-bird dining' meant either, furrowing his eyebrows with a mix of confusion and uncertainty. Was that suppose to mean breakfast? Was Akari saying that a fruit salad would be more fitting as a breakfast meal? It did put him to wonder what time it was supposed to be again, the fact that every dimension could be in a different time of the day was, really weird. Like travelling to a new time-zone put to extremes... He couldn't even remember what time it was supposed to be in Saraiiho right now, middle-afternoon gathering of the next day perhaps?
At the mention of parents making orders for their kids, his gaze had fallen sadly with a little 'oh'. The other was right, it did sound cute... But it was also a bitter reminder of things that never were and maybe never would be. His mind wandering to Alexis, who had left for his sake, without letting him say goodbye to her... Without leaving any way for them to contact each other. Then Hershel, who he didn't even know whether he was still watching, or even able to keep watching. The closest to 'parents' that he had ever known.

Remembering how far they both were made him feel a bit lonely.

"That sounds like a pleasant time.", Sage had commented casually, hiding both the melancholy of the subject and the embarrassment over being basically compared to a child... Despite being 21.

At least the change had been quick, with Akari asking if he could actually pay for the food. Placing the neatly folded blue overalls by a different seat for a moment, just so that he could reach his pants back-pocket, the pyromancer had brought forth the now slightly crumpled 20 HUD bill; Which, he had tried to smooth out as much as possible before returning the folded clothing to his lap. If only he hadn't left his wallet and literally everything else on the jacket... Foresight, zero.

"I'm surprised you missed me organizing the kitchen entirely, I- wasn't exactly discreet about it...", he could hear himself shout excitedly 'they're letting me in the kitchen!' to Leo all over again, curling up ever so slightly at the memory. Okay so, uhhh looking back, maaaaybe he had taken it a bit too far... He had been so happy to just help around though, "I didn't actually bring any money from home, haven't gone outside for a couple months now... I doubt that I can afford anything with those left-over cents.", the cheerful, yet apologetic smile that he had while saying those words, didn't match with the underlying heaviness of what had been actually said.

"Uhhh, if it's not enough for both, I'm fine just paying for the fancy sundae. It's to replace the ice-cream I owe somebody after all!"
 
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