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/monthly_2016_11/0b4f69b21dec48877274dcb989aee14f.jpg.04e953c334e964fb07d2b9e11f22b9a2.jpgMale-ony aka Melody - Red Rose Disctrict - At the Gym Near the Survivor-  Discussing the Gender Swap with Iza and Archie


There were so many reasons why the smoke bombs caught Mel off guard. He, of course, should have seen it coming. The man's body language had been speaking so loud about seeking escape but Mel's mind was still taking stock of himself. He had so many experiments he wanted to run but he also didn't want the gender changing guy to get away. He wanted to know how long he had in this form. By the time the smoke had left enough so that Mel could see and breathe the assailants were already out of sight. He sighed, wondering whether he should waste precious time in this form chasing after them or take the time to really analyze what had happened to him. Besides, if he did catch up to them what if the gender changer just turned him into his regular self again? Or refused to turn him male once he was his female counterpart again? 


Mel sighed and rubbed at his face, his hand running through his much shorter hair while he came to terms that for now that gender changer was out of his reach. "I'm fine." There was still a very Melony sound to Mel's voice, soft and slightly chilling... but it had more of a timber now. It was just a little deeper and very much male. Iza's smile made a half smile appear on Mel's face, of course she would find this as fascinating as Mel would. It was fascinating seeing how he looked as a guy he was sure. He kind of wished he had a mirror to look into. "I feel like myself, but different in very subtle ways. Like the way my body is holding my weight. My center of balance is a little different and it's very unnerving to have a vulnerability hanging so plainly between my legs." Mel responded, watching as the finger pressed against his stomach. He wondered how any guy could go out in public when he was so very aware of his crotch and the sudden dangers to it. Mel was also apparently a masochist because he was also curious just how much it would hurt getting hit there. Another thought about muscle structure crossed his mind and he reached down and tugged his shirt up. "My abs are so much more obvious in this form. I work so hard to have them and get them but no one seems to notice when a woman has abs. Boys have it so much easier." He said, poking at the muscle that showed through so much easier in men. Mel looked up at Archie's approach but didn't lower his shirt. He was considering just taking the shirt off and running around without a shirt on simply because he could now. Although he'd need to keep his shirt with him incase he suddenly changed back. 


"You could have helped us catch them." Mel complained when Archie made his sudden appearance, and then was surprised that he had complained. Perhaps he felt bolder as a man. Or he thought less before speaking. Fascinating. "They certainly seemed to have sort of agenda. Something they were trying to accomplish." Mel pointed out at Iza's very intelligent question. "I wish I could look at me. I'm sure I am worth looking at in this form." Mel lamented, deciding in the end to take his shirt off after all. "I still don't find it fair that men are allowed to do this and women can't in most places." He added in an undertone, noticing how the slight chill to the air didn't really bother him. It took a moment to force his mind back on topic. "I'm really not sure. They were wearing clothing to throw us off, I'm certain, so we can't go by that. And though they seemed intelligent, they didn't point to either Dragons nor Tigers entirely. I think we can rule out Cobras, though, because they're clothing looked a little too high class for the Cobras." Mel explained, his voice growing in volume as he marveled at his own voice. He was seeking reasons to talk now, just so he could listen to himself. "You know, they could have done the gender swap as some kind of 'distraction'. Because we are very distracted by this." He said. "Why didn't they change you, though, Iza? Is changing one enough for a distraction? Perhaps they were targeting women pairs and changing just one into men? But no... because they changed all of the other girls they ran into earlier." 


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Sean aka Arena - Red Rose Disctrict - Off to Rescue Juriaan with Asad, Brax, Cato, Summer and others in Vicinity


Sean was beginning to realize that being so silent could be a bad thing. What if Brax knew something interesting but his 'strong and silent' type disposition meant he couldn't tell people something important? It was too bad, Sean was sure Brax would have a lot of interesting things to say. Like if it were possible to talk to a wall. Walls would have heard so many interesting things and yet, they can't share all the stories they knew. Awell, not something worth bringing the mood down. Right now they had to figure out what to do about a leader! And why Jason had called them all together! That was still important. Sean wondered if he would be able to visit Jason in jail and ask...


"Huh..." Sean said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully at Cato's words. If Jason did break out and they had a new leader, what would Jason think? Sean's next question was interrupted when Summer showed up. Sean liked Summer. She was very flashy and she always looked like a celebrity that had just walked off the stage to spend time with her fans. It just kind of amused Sean... though he never really spoke to her. He liked just watching from a distance. Anyway, having her there Sean just figured she was making a dramatically late entrance into the meeting! Her news caught Sean off guard, though, and he kind of got stuck making an O face where his jaw dropped and his eyes kind of became circles. So Jason got arrested and we're being attacked at the same time? I wonder if the attackers got Jason arrested...Sean wondered. 


"Asad..." Sean said, thinking that perhaps Asad just wanted to be the hero. He didn't like people fawning over him but Sean was thinking secretly Asad wanted people to like him. Ergo why he was jumping to Juriaan's rescue. "Us too, Summer! Show us too! We can help!" Sean said, clasping Cato's arm and grinning because of course Cato was going to go save the day. It's what Cato did! And Sean believed he could help! At the very least he could keep everyone safe in an arena or something. 


"Uh... Jason got arrested, Summer. If you had been here you'd have found that out! So we have to get a new leader now! But...we need to save Juriaan first, right?" Sean inquired, looking up at Cato for confirmation and then back at Summer. Being threatened by attackers was totally of more importance at the moment. At least Sean thought so. "You know, everyone was supposed to be at the meeting but we're missing a lot of people. Should we find them and then go fight the Tigers?" 


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/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Eliza_S.jpg.5ec46f48c09db872d8687f612b391c8f.jpgEliza aka PowerUp - White Rose Disctrict - In Emelia's Car - Chatting with Emelia 


That Lionel's wife was a beautician wasn't surprising to Eliza. She was pretty sure Lionel was super cool because he drove Emelia around. He would have to be pretty awesome to be her chauffeur and having a beautician wife made him really, super awesome. She was disappointed when she heard that Lionel's wife wasn't working, and then surprised at Lionel and Emelia's suggestion to just go bother her anyway.  "What? But... if it's Lionel's wife's day off is it really okay for us to ask her to work?" Eliza inquired, clasping Emelia's hand. Eliza's mom was a hair accessory and jewelry designer and Eliza hated it when she got called in to work. It was no lie that Eliza and her mom were well off money wise, but it was because of Eliza's mother's constant hard work and her ability to create beautiful pieces. And her mother's willingness to work such late hours all the time, and go in and work even more if a particular piece is selling well. Eliza really hated it, though. She liked living in luxury because who wouldn't? But she didn't like how hard her mom had to work to make it happen. 


"Hamlet? I think you told me to, didn't you?" Eliza asked, brows furrowing. "I didn't understand it though." She said, slouching a little. "Those words were so weird and I don't understand why people kill other people. And I didn't know why Hamlet even thought about trusting his dad. Daddy's are bad things. They shouldn't be trusted." Eliza said, shaking her head. If someone had poisoned her daddy, Eliza wouldn't feel too sad about it. He had been a really mean person and had hurt her and her mom more then once in more then one way. "I'm sorry Emmie, I know you like those kinds of stories but they just make me sad." 


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/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Jed_S.jpg.9ca141fb1362cf4e8954fbf3021bbdbb.jpgJeddidia aka NightShade - Near Survivor - Escaping with Harley 


The grin that spread across Jed's face as they finally paused for rest was sincere. "Well of course. It was my job to keep you safe. And obviously our superiors knew who to trust when it comes to protecting you." Jeddidia bragged, feeling pretty impressed with himself though they weren't completely out of the woods yet. "We definitely showed them a thing or two." Jed agreed, though his numb arm kind of went a little against that considering even his injury transfer hadn't seemed to work on it. That was concerning but Jed hid his concern behind his excitement for having fought and escaped while accomplishing their mission. Those ghosts hadn't known what had hit them. 


So busy playing off the fear constricting his throat, he hadn't realized Harley had changed until he heard her voice. He gazed up at her, giving her a wry smile and shrugging. With the praise and the concern and the lack of break between Harley's comments, Jed didn't really need to reply. He nodded, his face breaking out into a grin when she said he was amazing. And he nodded again because there was no way either would have gotten out of that if they were alone. Although Jed wouldn't admit to that. Still, it had been nice fighting alongside Harley. He relished the hug and allowed himself to properly relax. They had made it out of their intact and hopefully whatever that girl had done to his arm was only temporary. 


"You know I'll always take care of you, Harley." Jed said, pulling her in close with his good arm and pressing a kiss to her temple. "We should get home, though, and find out how everyone else is doing." Because admitting he had no idea what had happened to his arm and that he needed help was as unmanly as it got. And with Harley a girl, again, there was even less of a chance admitting that he was scared about what was going on with his arm. "By the way, way to get in close enough to turn that last spectre into a guy. You have given our girl worshipping leader a fair chance in winning this war. You are certainly a miracle." Jed praised, keeping his good arm around her shoulders as he began to guide them towards their base, assuming that's what Harley meant by home. Though she could have possibly meant her own home. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that Jed often didn't go to his own home, and he certainly didn't invite people there. 


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Jaspar aka Noose - Following Chikage; 'Victim' - Juriaan


Despite Jaspar's usually chill attitude, there were a few things that could get under his skin. Namely yelling. Not that Jaspar gave much tell that it was a bother. His posture stiffens, his eyes glaze, and he becomes more like a statue then a human being. Chikage's response to Aiden was causing this to happen to Jaspar once again. It was like pressing an off switch that caused Jaspar to power down. Which, with his past, made some sense. The fights between his brother and father, the years since his brother left where his father had been especially hard on him. Weakness was something Jaspar allowed himself to believe he didn't possess and yet here it was showing itself. Forcing a deep breath into his lungs once Chikage had tore a pole out of the ground and had stopped yelling, Jaspar regained control once more. He forced himself to relax, shaking the tension out of his limbs and rolling his neck to loosen himself up. Pulling his hair so that it fell behind him in a long, straight wave of dark gold he straightened his jacket and began to follow Chikage. There was nothing to comment on, nothing for Jaspar to do outside of follow orders. And try to ignore the fact that his issue with yelling could cause him to lose a fight one of these days. 


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Donnovan aka NewDawn - Rose Disctrict - At the Bowling Alley with Memphis, Holly, and Zhi


As they made their way, Donnovan was plagued with flashbacks of his brother. It was funny; Memphis didn't look anything like Jeddidia. They didn't sound similar they just weren't similar. But the way he acted reminded him of the way Jed used to be. Back when it was the twins against the world. In truth, most people had some aspect that reminded Donni of the brother that was so distant from him now. It was one of the reasons that he didn't really do much with other people. Why bother getting close to people if you were going to lose them eventually. 


Donnovan hadn't even realized the progress they had made until Memphis' awed words brought him to attention. He looked up at the flashy sign, the sheer size of the building. He didn't feel the awe that Memphis did, though. It was just another building. He didn't feel the need to comment on Memphis' statement, so he remained quiet. He nodded -just a quick bob of the head- to show he had at least heard Memphis. But he wasn't inspired with amazement by this building and had nothing positive to say about it, so he remained quiet. Memphis could have his moment of awe. 


"Team spirit?" Donnovan did say when he caught Zhi's voice and headed to where the two stood, looking so very nonchalant. "Those words should never be associated with Holly. Vipers don't work in teams." Donni said snidely before he could stop himself. The bitterness from the memories had shut down Donnovan's reasoning. Jed still found ways to throw his world off kilter even though his brother wasn't even a physical presence in his life. "My apologies, Holly." Donnovan said with a small bow once he had regained his control. Lead by example, Donnovan. You just lectured Memphis on keeping his cool and you lost yours. He chastised himself, expression a cross between boredom and perplexity. "Viper isn't a fair comparison to you." They're far too kind. Donnovan thought darkly but he had kept his tone neutral with the words he spoke. 


"I leave this night to your leadership." Donnovan said, giving a small bow to both Holly and Zhi. Despite his irritation he could still have manners. And like he had said, he needed to lead by example. Memphis was still with them and he needed to see that being a proper gentleman was always the best way to respond. He glanced at Memphis to see how he was responding, wondering if Memphis' emotions would be easily read or not. 


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/monthly_2016_07/8f02ecbd10afa9f73fe0b365b428ce7f2.jpg.ceaeaca997a9cfc1e8494dfa53e6d672.jpgLyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - Ascension, 3rd Floor Dojo - Leaving the Meeting


Perhaps unsurprisingly Lyre had to deal with lost items every now and then. She had gotten enough wishes for finding lost items in the past that she had memorized a few of the tricks. Nixon's case was relatively easy considering Lyre had had to deal with people who had misplaced their precious lost items weeks earlier. Backtracking went from a short chore to a very long, very boring adventure. At least Nixon seemed to remember where it might be after a moment of though. As per usual Lyre found it amusing the way you could practically see when things clicked together and Nixon remembered. 


Vixa's comment about 'mission accomplished' surprised Lyre. Wasn't it premature to say that things were finished? They hadn't actually found the bag... and if Lyre' knew one thing, it was that things were often not where you last remembered. Still, it wasn't something you should ever rule out because sometimes that was exactly where the item was. At least Vixa seemed on board with going and checking, if only because it was a noodle shop. Lyre couldn't help but grin and pat the girl on the head. It was kind of adorable the way her eyes had gotten so big, almost begging for scraps the way a puppy would. 


"A noodle shop would be a great place to hit up for a minute, even if that isn't for sure where you left it. I could go for a bite." Lyre added with a wink at Nixon, though in truth she wasn't all that hungry. She was fairly wary about being out in public... you never knew when people were going to make a wish. And Lyre just wanted to enjoy the lack of weird looks for a little while longer. But she also wasn't going to let Vixa go hungry, or Nixon go any longer without his bag. Maybe it was the desire to grant wished instilled in her with her ability, but she hated not helping people when she could help them. Or well, at least people who were important to her. Random strangers on the street could go jump off a cliff and Lyre would be perfectly happy. Maybe a little confused about the sudden suicides, but happy. 


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/monthly_2016_10/spider_boy_by_anastasiamou4-d6l3hda.jpg.jpe.5034dd06ab96bb8dbdbed84e446e79c4.jpeOliver aka Onyx - Hanging with Russ & Audence


As disgusting as snot web was, Oliver probably would have begun poking at it if it weren't for the other two cobras around. Despite what people would sometimes say, Oliver did try to keep his weirdness underwraps around other Cobras. It didn't work very often.... but there were moments like this where he would take fascination with something but wouldn't act upon the fascination because he was aware it would probably disgust others. "It definitely tasted worse then it looks." Oliver muttered when Audence commented that it looked nasty. 


He was sort of glad... in a sense... when none of the web had gotten on Audence. This was not the time to be making enemies amongst his fellow gang members. "Dale? Vaugn? They don't really run in my circle. Both of them are a bit 'too cool' to be seen with me." Oliver said, believing himself to be some sort of tragic 'no one loves me' sob story at the school. ANd also not caring, though he did believe it. What difference did it make to him if people liked him or didn't like him? "Why? Did you-" before Oliver could ask what it was Audence even wanted with them he began to cough harshly, tears welling in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks in response to the harsh pain that wracked his body. "Man, this sucks." He groaned once the spell was over. He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand and then rubbed his nose on his sleeve before sighing. "I'd offer to find them with you but I don't think I'd be much help." 


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/monthly_2016_04/Ninjas_Dale_S.jpg.d5a493cda3e3939fd1e6920ea7716b04.jpgDale aka Chip - Hanging with Evey & Officer Hottie(who is changing to someone else)


Officer Hottie is kind of scary looking so serious. Dale thought after it seemed like her puppy dog eyes had been completely thwarted. And with Evey's point, Dale was beginning to wonder if it was wrong to consider doing something without the consent of their leader. But I really really REALLY want to Ruin his life. Dale thought poutily. Still, if both her friends were against the idea then there was no pushing it. And Dale could always go about things on her own. That would keep Evey and Lizzy safe from getting into trouble. 


"Oh... right." Dale said softly when she was reminded that there was a birthday party to go to tonight. She had completely forgotten about it in the rush of getting revenge. Well, revenge could wait another day; it would probably wait a few days so that Dale could plan things out properly. Or she may just jump right in and hope for the best. She wanted to make sure to hit Del while she was still fairly fresh in his mind because she wouldn't put it past him to just forget about her. He seemed the type... She wanted him to know who had destroyed him. More then anything she wanted him to regret ever letting her down. 


"Yeah, we could use this time to brainstorm." Dale agreed with a weak smile, though Evey's next comment had her smiling widely. "Oh Evey, my love, you are always hot." Dale gushed, giving the girl a side hug and kissing her cheek. 


"You're no fun, Officer Hottie. You know we are the trouble." Dale said with a wink, giving the woman a small wave. Once Officer Hottie was off doing whatever it was Lizzy was doing -Dale had spaced on what the woman had meant by leaving them- she turned to Evey. "Do you really like Glasper then, Evey? Like do you really like him? Enough that you guys aren't going to break up and tear our trio apart?" Dale inquired seriously, placing her hands on Evey's shoulders and staring deeply into Evey's eyes. She wasn't doing this to be mean for once. She just really didn't want to lose both Glasper and Evey, or just Glasper if things didn't go well between the two of them. And what am I going to do if she does really really like him? Where does that leave me? Dale thought sadly. 


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((Peyton is off doing her own thang, as is Umm, Keagan is rallying his force of bugs))

 

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Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn





Location: (Ascension) Heading out | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre & Vixa






Vixa raising the two of her petite hands in the air had Nixon wanting to give her a high-five, but he refrained from actually doing so, and just nodded energetically at her. The girl's personality, and appearance in general, often gives him the idea that she's fragile, leading him to act sub-consciously careful around her. 


He listened with crossed arms, staring down at the five-foot-four, golden eyed Hummingbird as a satisfied smirk at his own greatness played on his face. Of course, without Lyre, that greatness he's drooling over would never have been. 


Vixa finished speaking, so Nixon snapped a finger and pointed at her, "That I did, and why wait?"he asked, then faced Lyre as she began to talk, too.


Once that was over, Nixon brushed a hand through his spiky hair and started back towards the exit of the dojo in expectancy that the two girls would follow his lead, "Then we're all in?... Alright."He stopped in the doorway for a brief second to release some of the excitement that was building up, throwing a few jabs at seemingly no one while cheering at the same time, "Hey, hey, hey!!" A fist was forced into the air, and Nixon lowered his head, "Hhhhhhhhh~" Then, the guy jumped forward, "~heeeeeey!"


Several people glanced over at him and the girls, but he paid them no mind. After all, they're all members of the same gang, so this probably happens a lot. The guy laughed at himself, casually, while looking back at Lyre over his shoulder, "Another adventure for the day. Let us make it count," he said, then directed his attention towards Vixa by glancing over his other shoulder, "Earlier today, Genie, Little D, and I went searching for red and pink Plumerias for someone- I don't know who... but it was great. You should have seen the place Little D took us to. Talk about a scene right out of a book." Nixon stopped short, then slowed down to walk between the girls, still focused on Vixa, "Did you go to school today, Hums?"


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Holly "Vanity" Radcliffe


Location: Bowling Alley | Interacting/Mentioned: Zhi, Memphis, & Donni


/monthly_2016_11/5823713ccf217_Holly3.gif.fcbe04264b4b9c86e5d7e860e5271932.gifHolly raised a brow at Zhi when he brushed her hair out of her face, then she forced a smile. To outsiders, this smile may have appeared completely genuine, but to Zhi, it was if looks could kill. There was a fire burning deep within the girl's gut over the simple fact that he had even the slightest of nerves to touch her. 


Eyes focused dead ahead on the Bowling Alley at which the two were headed towards, she listened just barely to what nonsense he was spouting while rolling her eyes. Holly knew that Zhi was only trying to piss her off. Dare she feed into it...? OF COURSE. 


With a scoff, the girl took her hair down out of the sloppy ponytail she'd thrown it up into and shook it around, fluffing it a bit with her hands. "That is the most hilarious thing I have heard all day, Zhi. I never knew you were one for comedy. Maybe you should try stand-up some time. OH... but, then again, that'd be kind of hard to do when you're so far below everyone else. No one would ever even notice." The fake cheerfulness on her expression dropped immediately into a dark glare as she continued. "First of all, you thinking me to be one of foolish undertakings was a foolish act of its own. Second, common sense lies where I stand. Think about your actions, little boy, before you enact them."


Holly made no acknowledgment of Zhi holding the door open for her, and acted as though she was already waiting for it, strutting right into the building with her head held high. Even without activating her chi, heads turned her way. Probably because she's there often on blind dates, but that's besides the point. The girl stopped and glanced around with the both of her hands on her hips, ignoring Zhi's comment on team spirit. She puffed out her chest and took a deep breath before letting it out as a frustrated sigh, "Ugh... where to start." 


When those few randos passed by, a judgmental glare threw itself onto her face, and she cupped a hand over her nose as though they stunk. Holly knew their attention was focused on Zhi, and that pissed her off. If anything, they should be staring at her. They should be envious of her. With that being said, the girl activated her chi and boosted the affect her presence had on those around. Now who were they looking at? Why... her of course. At that moment, Holly turned to face Zhi with the most condescending smile ever. "There's no 'I' in 'team', Zhi... which means I'm not there." 


Half of what she said was whispered due to Donnovan cutting in with something witty to say. What a dick. Holly didn't appreciate the apology either. "Please, don't apologize if you don't mean it. It's just a waste of your breath, and a waste of my time... she paused, "You're right... vipers are hideous." 


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Nakazajo "Raging Ogre" Chikage





Location: (West District) Alleyway | Interacting/Mentioned: Jaspar, Delson, Spade, Aidan, & Felicita


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Chikage knew that Spade was the most capable, aside from Delson, within the group of reaching the rooftops, and that's because of his chi. While, yes, Delson is a teleporting man, sending someone after him is better than doing nothing, but I guess his judgement was a bit clouded at the moment. From his woman-loving tendencies? No. He was angry, and that anger had led to the leader forgetting that there's such a thing as phones.


With a light pole resting on his shoulder, Chikage glared over at Aidan, then at Jasper with an energetic spark in his eyes, before turning in the direction of which the gorgeous Tropical Hibiscus, Delson, and Spade had gone. The mission's pace felt to be picking up, but not as smoothly as the leader would've liked. Who knows how many Spectres are loitering around at their base. What're they to do if Delson tries taking things into his own hands and winds up getting himself hurt?


Chikage had a few ideas in mind, but they all felt so unorganized. Which... this mission was fairly sudden, so who gives a shit. Chikage would drag the Spectres out from where they're most comfortable, and leave the fighting to his members as they see fit. Narrowing his gaze, he shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone to shoot Felicita a calm text stating that things had taken an awkward turn, and that she should prepare to send backup if need be. Then, he texted Delson with some angry emoji faces before demanding his location and asking for some info. After that, the leader adjusted his light pole and continued marching down the street with his two members following along behind him. 


"Here's the deal. I've just asked Delson to report to me the state of the Spectre's base, and location, as soon as he can. Depending on that will affect how we act. If there are too many members to count, then facing the base head on is a suicide mission, which means we need to draw them out. I've also informed Felicita that it would be wise to prepare backup in case we need it. I'm sure she's already predicted such, though."


Chikage took a turn down a dark alley on a gut feeling, then continued, the bulb of his light pole scraping against the exterior of one of the buildings. "Spade will likely reach Delson, which means once we've emptied the Spectre's base enough, the two of them can work on rescuing the Dragon. Our goal is not to fight. It is to lure however many Spectres we can out in whatever direction and lose them or stall them. I'm not saying you shouldn't fight, but don't do anything stupid. " Coming to a stop, Chikage glanced over his shoulder and thought for a second while staring at Aidan. His gaze focused towards the sky, "But this is only if their numbers are high. We'll destroy the entire base if the odds are in our favor." The leader grew quiet and raised a brow, facing away from the two of Aidan and Jaspar. "If either of you have any better ideas, I'm all ears but make it quick."


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Russ Coleman
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Location: West District


Interacting With: Audence and Oliver


Vaughn he could get. He and Audence were like pot buddies or something. But Dale? Russ shivered, looking vaguely green in the face. And as a man who could shovel down a plate of Dahlia Coleman's spinach casserole without hurling up afterwards, that was saying a lot.


"Why Dale?" he muttered. Fidgeting with his pockets, he extricated a hand to nervously brush back his bangs. Did Audence… possibly like her? Were they seeing each other? No no no. Russ immediately backpedaled on the thought. Impossible. He was over thinking it. But on the off-chance that it was the case… Russ wouldn't want to be anywhere within the vicinity if they decided to go around looking for Dale. If asked to explain exactly why he was so averse to her though, Russ could only say it was because she wasn't from "the same crowd", whatever that meant. A violent hack from Oliver snapped him out of his wild train of thought and suddenly, he realized -- Hell, why was the guy's love life any of his damned business anyway?


"Nope. Haven't seen either of them. Can't you text them?" He shrugged, once again relaxed in his slouch. "I could lend you my phone, but we should probably get to the cafe first before Olives freezes to death." Peering down at the blonde over his sunglasses, he chuckled at the redness of Oliver's nose and the tears streaming down the boy's cheeks. It was pretty horrible to laugh at someone who seemed so miserable, but there was something highly amusing about the image. On impulse, Russ reached out to tweak Oliver's nose, partly to cheer the blonde up and partly just because.


Ew. It feels wet. It wasn't unpleasant and slimy wet though, more like the cold, wet nose of a dog. Absentmindedly, he wiped his hand on his jeans and turned his attention back to the navigating their way to their destination -- though there wasn't much navigating to be done now that they were one street away.


"The place is just at the corner there." Russ jerked a thumb towards a medium-sized storefront with decently sized windows and good interior lighting. Its external decor didn't stand out much (it had a solid blue awning with a faded label), but the amount of people dining there assured of its service quality. In the morning, the shop would be packed with people waiting for their regular coffee and bagels. In the afternoon, though the stream of customers had thinned, there were still many who came to savor their sandwich and soup menus.


Hot tomato soup, here I come! 


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Hayley Fang
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Location: West District


Interacting With: Allie and Aya


Merely raising a brow at Allie's dramatics, Hayley turned to look into the street side. Nothing blatantly suspicious was happening at the moment; in fact, regular people were going about their lives as usual, oblivious to the fight that was going on just a block or so away. It wouldn't be good if the three of them were spread too thinly around the Survivor, nor too close. In the first case, if anything arose, it would be difficult to provide each other with backup. In the second case, their positioning might just as well alert the enemy of their base's location. In any case, their goal was to alert the Specters within the base should anything happen out of the ordinary.


'If' and 'should' -- that uncertainty again. Hayley breathed out heavily and thumping a hand against the handlebar in order to gather together her thoughts.


"I say patrol, but it's more like standing guard. We'll monitor The Survivor's surroundings from the street intersections at a two-block radius. " That was around the greatest distance her ability could cover. A measly two-block radius, now that it really mattered. "Just to be safe," she reassured herself.


" And the White Tigers just had to show up today of all days."





It turned out that Hayley needn't have worried over a plan. Giving the area a once-over with her ability, she froze when she detected an unfamiliar presence that had just entered within range, from a general northeast direction. It seemed to traversing the territory relatively quickly, even crossing through buildings. Which seemed entirely bizarre, confusing, and frightening, until Hayley remembered the cheerleader girl who could fly. And this presence -- it did not belong to what's-her-face. Of course. Of course, White Tigers had to have members who could fly. 


 


"You know what, screw the patrol. Are any of you capable in aerial or ranged combat?" 


 


@NyxNightmare @theglassangel


 

Aidan Weiss
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Location: West District


Interacting With: Chikage and Jaspar


Aidan pretended not to notice that Chikage was currently boring a hole into his skull with an intense glare and instead smiled at Jaspar, the only member who was keeping the tension at bay. Anger was unbecoming, his mother had said. He himself was never angry. Merely annoyed at times, frustrated. It didn't seem to register to him that "violent" didn't exactly go hand in hand with "well-adjusted". 


That there was backup was news to Aidan. Hadn't their leader told the entire gang to show up? And then they'd gotten this measly turnout. Chikage's approval rating among the members was probably the lowest it could get. The only reason their gang hadn't crashed and burned yet under such an impulsive leader was undoubtedly due to Felicita's influence. Maybe she could muster a force that would dramatically increase their chances of success: at this point, their trio would hardly serve as even an adequate distraction.


"You know best, Chikage," Aidan deferred, the words tasting sour in their insincerity. Outwardly, he appeared to be determined not to slip up again. Chikage was evidently trying to appease him with the possible opportunity of destroying the entire Specter base. And the prospect was tantalizing, he admitted. But it wasn't enough now. Aidan wanted this mission to fail spectacularly -- not that he'd show it. 


"And what occurred before… I truly thought it the only course of action at the time. A Specter had caught us in a compromising position and was in fact, ready to fire without hesitation. That was how I saw the situation, but I now know the error of my judgement. Please don't think too badly of me, as I had the best interests of my comrades in mind." At this, he bowed his head as if to ask for forgiveness. It was an unnaturally belated apology that was hardly an apology, but Aidan couldn't help but try to ingratiate himself with the man for one last time.


Once this was over, he was paying a visit to Gigi.


@Danoram@RubyRose

 

[theplasticdemon]

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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: Strikes Bowling Alley[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Donni, Memphis and Holly @RubyRose @SirBlazeALot @Danoram[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]The forced smile was almost a messed up kind of satisfaction to him. Did that mean he won? No… Holly didn’t admit difficulty all too easily. It would really have to take some intense flustering to even get to her. This was only proven as he shrugged off most of Holly’s conviction with a scoff. It was hilarious, actually. Hell, she even let her hair down… for some enhanced yelling, Zhi assumed. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]For the sake of Tsu and the rest of the Dragons, he didn’t want to cause any more unnecessary drama. He audibly sighed, shaking his head mockingly. He nodded his head, acknowledging Donni and Memphis. He was glad that at least someone had any sense here. Though, Zhi would skip on the apology, in his less-than-humble opinion. “No point talking to a hollow wall.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]The tall teen scoffed. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Thank you, Donnovan. I could use some trust around here.” He gave him a half smile, and addressed Memphis. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Yeah… I guess. It’s quite… colourful.”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Zhi responded politely, not skilled in the art of small talk. Glaring with icy eyes as Holly walked by, he waited until both boys had made it into the entrance before closing the door behind him.  [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Suddenly, Holly had [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]to just be a bitch and turn on her chi. Now was not the time to focus on her. Of course she couldn’t handle anything when the spotlight wasn’t on her. Still, he was physically compelled to keep staring. “[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]You know…” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Zhi huffed. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Vipers pale in comparison to you. At least vipers have [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]brains[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px].” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Smirking, he was happy that he was relieved of having to worry about anyone else in the room. With Holly’s chi, all he could focus on was her. [/SIZE]








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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: Evergate Shopping Mall[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Lizzy and Dale @SirBlazeALot @RubyRose[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Well… she was gone. Evey looked at her in confusion, but understood for the most part that it was just part of Lizzy’s process of transitioning characters. It did leave a nice element of mystery. No one really knew what character she was going to pick next. Who knows? [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Instead, she turned back to Dale. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“See you, Officer~”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Evey cheerfully waved Lizzy as she walked away. With clothes in her hands, she assumed that the trip would almost be over. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Unaware of Dale’s vengeful thoughts towards Northern Fuckboi Del, she remained an energetic demeanour. It was then when shit turned real. The blonde stared on, confused. She thought that her friend would be happy for her. However, Dale seemed quite serious. “I… uh…” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Evey blushed pink as Dale maintained the intense eye contact. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Trio? I really don’t know, Dale...” She answered. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“It just, kind of happened. Seriously, Glasper is a good guy and I like him.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] I do.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Evey stepped away from Dale before reassuring her with a resting hand to her face. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“I’ve just been going through a lot since New Year’s. It’s all Del’s fault, isn’t it? We’ll get through it, [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]together[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px].” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]She smiled, before leaning closely on her shoulder for comfort.    [/SIZE]


 


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[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Remy’s apartment[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Iris @NyxNightmare[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Remiel smiled at the sound of Iris helping him out with whatever he bothered to cook up. Relaxed was a word. A word that described him very well. “I would say so.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]He responded, lying back on the couch, focusing on nothing in particular. Remy listened in closely to what his own second in command was saying. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]An alliance? Unheard of on top of infamous, they had ended off bloody almost 8/10 of the time. Still, he continued to listen. Remy was not one to judge or think irrationally in the slightest. Laughing lightly at the comment of the peaches, he decided to speak. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“...I agree, Iris. Things have been quite drastic. At least I have peaches to make you feel a bit better about the world.” He smiled, continuing on.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] “I do think that there’s something bigger than we’ll ever come to imagine. An alliance will be a way to minimize the amount of casualties, though, I’m not quite sure if this is the best course of action. Considering we have… quite the [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]reputation[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] with the North and East, I shall speak with the leader of the West when the time is right.”[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Onto the whole Dale matter, Remiel had heard of this, obviously. Though… this was a grey area, between personal desires and group values. “If what rumours are true, I’ll have a talk with Dale.”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] He responded firmly. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“I do not judge, though… this could spell danger. A domino could lead to the fall of many others. I wouldn’t suggest actively searching or hurting him, as hilariously satisfying as it may be. If you do, I recommend you do it well~” [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Remy admitted, even chuckling a little bit at Iris’ suggestion. Sure, they could cut off Del’s dick, but what benefit would that bring the Cobras? Nothing at all, really. Except only violence and spoiled rich kids vandalizing the already heavily vandalized streets of South Shima. Not that it was the worst [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]thing they could do. It helped not to imagine the possibilities if it wasn’t necessary. All he needed to do was talk to the leader, Cardinal, and see what the hell was going on with the Spectres. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“As for my ‘type’…” An odd question compared to the others. Remiel had been too caught up with his own musical interests, his future and the gang. Nothing regarding love ever crept up into his mind. Not even a crush, not that it couldn’t be changed. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Possibly someone kind, and enjoys life as much as I do~ Why do you ask?” [/SIZE]






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[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: The Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Summer, Sean, and Asad @SirBlazeALot @RubyRose[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Cato kept his focus up as he heard a sudden noise come from the windows of the Survivor. It was Summer. A cheerleader. Cato was a football player. And as a cheerleader, it almost become customary for cheerleaders to act much more pleasant towards him. However, with a guy like him, it was more awkward than anything. Though, it wasn’t like it bothered him much. Eventually, you got used to the stares and the bias. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]In reaction to Summer, he gave her a blank stare. “Uh. Thanks.”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Ouch. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]No hard feelings on Cato’s part, but he was much too focused on the snobby Northerners that had come in to invade the Survivor and even dare hurt a fellow Spectre. Cato had seen Jurriaan around in school anyways, and he probably couldn’t handle those guys by himself.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Seeing that both Sean and Asad were going, he decided to participate. Cato wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t get in on the fighting. “Well…” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Thinking about how there was a potential for Sean to get hurt and the potential of getting other fighters, he thought. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“How about you go find them? I’m alright with going and kicking Tiger ass.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]He shrugged nonchalantly and looked to Asad.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] “Mind if I tag along? We’ll stall for time until everyone can get a kick or a punch in.” [/SIZE]




Backgrounded Characters:


Fel has just recieved Chikage's text and chilling, Isaac is also chilling if you need him, MayMarie is in lesbian hibernation, Allie is awaiting Aya's answer

 

[Danoram]

Xavier "Sting" Brax
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Location: (West District) The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: (Spectres) Asad, Sean, Cato, & Others
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/monthly_2016_10/57f40dca6e9f6_Brax1.png.36a2dd3fb6bf006cb74397f8481590e4.pngBrax couldn't think of any plausible reason for Jason's arrest other than potential enemies possibly snitching to the authorities about something that may or may not have even actually happened. He was confused and frustrated, but the expression on his face was completely void of these emotions, as usual. 


Blinking eyes focused on Cato as he spoke, and Brax shifted in the way he was standing when a familiar but not-so-familiar face suddenly came rolling in through one of the Survivor's windows, in which the silent guy took on a more defensive-like stance until quickly adjusting to her presence. 


The information Summer delivered, however, set Brax immediately on edge. Even so, he managed to keep up his calm front and listened closely until she was finished. Clearly, she had a thing for Cato, but that doesn't matter. When the girl was finished speaking, and after Asad demanded that she take him to the assumed White Tigers, Brax stepped in with a forceful hand to the guy's - Asad's - shoulder. If something was going down, Brax wanted to be a part of it. The look in his eyes was one that said 'take me with you' as he glared dead at Summer, un-phased by her intoxicating beauty.


@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @theglassangel @(Idea of what he's wearing - along with a sexy spandex shirt, because Brax is hot.)

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley AKA “The Bender”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Escaping West District[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Jed[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The warm and fuzzy feels imploded in Harley’s soul and manifested as airy giggles as Jed wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I know you will,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she replied happily. Harley preferred the company of older people, but part of her wished that Jed was her age so that he’d be with her all the way through high school. Yet she knew deep down that if that were the case, their dynamic would be different. He’d probably also be weaker, and that would make him less attractive to her. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Jed definitely deflected the notion that they would be checking out his arm, and Harley purposefully didn’t call him out on it because she believed that he was trying not to think about the pain. Perhaps that is how someone whose entire Chi relies on them being able to tolerate pain in order to dish it back out deals with physical trauma. That’s another trait Harley could say she admired about her protector. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As they walked back to The Den, Harley leaned her head in onto his chest and became comfortable in his embrace. She smiled widely as Jed complimented her, and she recalled the mighty slide over the giant’s shoe and her tackle that she had heavily gambled on being successful. Now that it was all over, Jed’s praise reminded her exactly how awesome she was and that maybe she had a better chance of tackling that Spectre than she thought she did. Life favored her and she often got exactly what she wanted from it. Why would combat be any different from any other aspect of her glorious life?[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She scoffed gently at the Chikage reference and allowed Jed to inflate her ego like a bounce house. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I don’t know about a miracle…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley replied bashfully, inwardly hoping that refuting his praise would provoke him into giving her more. You know how it goes, compliment fishing and the like.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I just wish I would have saved some of my Chi for the girl who kept changing her size. She could be a real problem for Chikage, don’t you think?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she lamented. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I doubt that girl in the glasses we got earlier was even tough. I mean [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]come on[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], did you see what she was wearing?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She roasted Allie and started to laugh as the image of the girl with her big circular glasses and Steve Urkle jeans began to manifest in her mind. [/SIZE]


 



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]   [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza AKA “Fly”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Kickin’ It Near the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Male-ony & Archie[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza listened carefully to Melony and found that her observations were every bit as astute as one would expect from her. Much of what Melony said, she hadn’t even considered. She found herself even more envious that she didn’t get to experience all of these changes herself. She was even envious of whatever gang the genderbender was a member of. How cool would it be to have someone with that ability around all the time? Of course, her envy wasn’t malicious. Merely wishful. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When Mel lifted up his shirt, Iza naturally turned a little pink, but immediately verbalized her awe at Mel’s stomach.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Whooooooa[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] what the hell you’re fucking swole...”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Iza wasn’t shy at all about feeling Mel’s abs “for science”, and she only stopped when Archie came around.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You totally could have helped,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Iza reiterated to Archie after Mel, but she didn’t sound like she was actually pissed about it. Moreso indifferent, and definitely more interested in Mel’s new body. When Mel expressed a desire to see himself, he took off his shirt entirely and for a split second Iza’s already large eyes became even wider. Iza took out her phone and turned on the front camera and handed it to Mel. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Here, take some selfies. I can send them to you.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And they’ll also be in my phone forever.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I think a distraction is the most likely scenario. Maybe they’re trying to lure us away from Fish Boy? That sounds like a nonviolent solution the Dragons would come up with.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza speculated while shamelessly staring at Mel’s hunky male body, which was ironic seeing as women aren’t allowed to be shirtless in public in fear that they would draw too much attention to themselves. Iza began walking off in the direction of The Survivor and continued speculating with Mel. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Maybe he didn’t change me because they thought it would be too hard?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza offered. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Or maybe, since you said he changed other girls too, you were the last one he [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]could [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]change before he ran out of juice. And maybe that’s why he chose you instead of me, because you were easier to get a hold of?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer AKA “Limelight” & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad AKA “The Blood Knight”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sean, Cato, Brax, Mori, all de Spectres in the building pretty much. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]You would think Summer would have given up on Cato by now, but you’d be dead fucking wrong. No matter how uninterested Cato seemed, it stopped bothering Summer a very long time ago. In fact, she’s 99.9% sure that he’s gay. That’s not why she flirts with him. She flirts with him because he’s on the football team and Summer wants [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]everyone [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]to think she’s cool with[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] ALL [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]the best players on the team, especially if they’re also Spectres. So long as everyone thought so, then Cato could be as gay as he wanted for all she cared. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“No, like, thank [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]you [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]for being here~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she replied to his dull response with the same shit she said when she greeted him cheerfully, this time with the addition of a playfully weak push to his shoulder.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]But seeing Cato here with no Vlad or Jason or Archie was concerning to say the least. Asad and Sean she was unfamiliar with and didn’t think much of, and Brax creeped her the fuck out. It didn’t help that Asad didn’t bother to answer her question about Jason. He was the one who called the damn meeting and he was the one who was late? Not likely. It all made sense when Sean made himself useful and briefly explained what happened to Jason. She had a slightly exaggerated reaction and put her hands over her mouth in shock.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “No way…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she said with her voice muffled through her fingers. She nodded as Sean pointed out that rescuing Jurriaan was their most urgent matter. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You’re [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]totally[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] right, we need to save Jurriaan. But, like, thank you for telling me.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Summer smiled down at Sean and blanked on his name. She pinched his cheek and squealed, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“O-M-G, I’m sorry, but you’re like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]such[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] a little cutie! Is this your freshie, Cato?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She asked, referring to the totally common ritual of older gang members taking a first year under their wing and showing them how to ninja and how to gangster and how to do both at the same got damn time. And though she seemed like she was just being friendly, she was totally just slowly creating a positive impression so she could put him in her pocket and use him whenever she needed to.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad waited impatiently as everyone did that “Yeah me too,” thing that people do in corny movies when they’re about to ride out together to do something “epic”. Even the quiet guy announced he’d be coming along nonverbally, by fucking [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]touching [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]him again. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Dude, this fucking guy needs to not.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad carefully slid out from under Brax’s hand on his shoulder and rolled his eyes under his visor as Summer derailed the mission by fawning over Sean. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah, whatever, lets just go,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad blurted out after groaning audibly. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You guys can go look for whoever you want, I’m going after Jurriaan,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad repeated the name that he was only aware of now thanks to Sean and Summer.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “If you’re coming with I’ve got a free seat on my bike and I’m leaving right now.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] With that, he exited the room and headed downstairs to his motorcycle. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer pursed her lips and glared at the edgy teen as he left. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And where the fuck are you going without [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]me[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], asshole? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She thought to herself, but toned down her response for everyone else. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah, um, I like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]know [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]where Jurriaan is and like, we know he’s like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]for sure[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] in danger, so I think we should like, go get him first? You know? Maybe like, everyone else here can go look for the others?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer gestured to the rest of the room, which was filled with unnamed Spectres who aren’t even cool enough to be part of the plot. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Losers.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del AKA “Mr. Nice Guy”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Rooftop adjacent to the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Texting Chikage[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del kept his head down and only took the occasional glance over the railing to see if the Spectres were still leaving. Naturally his heart was beginning to beat rapidly with anticipation. When his phone buzzed, he had been expecting a response from Jaspar, but instead there was a text from Chikage. At first, there were some not-so cryptic angry emojis, and Del considered replying back with irrelevant emojis. Like the eggplant and the 100. But he remembered Chikage was probably really pissed about Aidan still and now wasn’t the best time to be a douche. He did regret going on ahead and following Summer, because he missed whatever happened to Aidan. Whether he simply yelled at the guy or splattered him all over the street Del wanted to be there to enjoy every moment. Watching other people get in trouble was fucking funny.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He responded to Chikage’s text by simply repeating what he texted Jaspar. He started with the address, and told him that there were a lot of Spectres around. However, he took another look over the railing and quickly ducked. He added to his message that many of them look like they’re leaving and are most likely looking for the Tiger Boyz. [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis AKA “Slow-Mo”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Strike’s Bowling Alley (Rose District)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ it With: Donni, Holly & Zhi[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis’s awe at the alley only intensified when they actually got inside. Immediately he was enthralled by the roar of bowling balls crashing into the pens, the smell of pizza, hot dogs, and burgers wafting into his nostrils, the synthetic bleeping and blooping of the arcade, and the buzz of people having a good time. This moment was curtailed when he remembered that the people he came here with kind of hated each other. Well, not particularly each other, Donni and Zhi seemed to get along fine, he knew for sure that he and Donni were best buddies now, and he hoped he’d be the same way with Zhi and Holly by the end of the night. It was moreso that the two of them hated Holly, which made him immediately feel sympathetic toward her. Even if she did risk the mission and even if their annoyance was pretty justified considering her attitude.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]His discomfort was evident on his face as the three of them passive aggressively sneak dissed each other, and he awkwardly shifted his weight and found himself staring at Holly. Initially he wasn’t sure why, but then he remembered what she could do. And it made him feel even worse for her. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She just wants some positive attention,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he thought to himself with pity. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hey… you look really pretty, Holly,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he said with a casual smile, hoping it came off as a friendly and genuine compliment and not some sort of pick up line. He was following Donni’s lead by trying to be a gentleman. And he wanted Holly to know that she wasn’t stuck here with three people that hated her. Just two. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]However, just because he didn’t want it to be a 3 on 1 didn’t mean he wanted it to be a 2 on 2. He wanted to be Switzerland and not side with either Holly or Zhi and Donni. But he didn’t feel like he was of a high enough rank to mediate them, and really, he just wanted to complete their mission and bowl a few rounds. So he decided to express his neutrality by changing the subject (if “subtly” roasting each other could even be considered a topic of conversation) and focusing on why they were here. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So how many games are we playing guys?!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he asked with genuine hype as he tried to direct them over to the counter to pay for a lane.[/SIZE]


 



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@NyxNightmare @BlueInPassing @Danoram @RubyRose @theglassangel @Leaf Fi @Corgi 


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glasper’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] waiting for Evey to get home.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Tsu[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in one of the training rooms in Ascension calling the Dragons that didn’t show up to the meeting.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vlad [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is shopping for fish accessories with Keimi. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Gigi[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in lesbian hibernation. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is shopping for her latest character. I figured I should wait around to post with her again to reflect the time of her absence. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vaughn [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is comforting Bolt. Everyone else is pretty irrelevant and can be dropped in for whatever y’all need if they’re needed or something. ([/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]T.K.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cielo[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Wit[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px])[/SIZE]


 


 


 

 

[NyxNightmare]

Aya/Cryptic - Red Spectres/Member
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Allie's enthusiasm only carried over to Aya so much. Brushing his hand through his shorter locks, Aya let out a semi-troubling sigh. White Tigers huh? He couldn't suppress the slight surprise swelling up inside his stomach. After murdering two Dragons he would have expected some sort of disturbance involving Dragons. Were they really more chill than Aya once thought before? Or perhaps they had secretly allied themselves with the Tigers, and the Tigers were carrying out some sort of dirty work for them? He couldn't quite calculate further, and the moment did not allow for it either, as a voice broke his concentration. Instinctively flickering his eyes towards the sound, his eyes met with that of a womanly figure. Hayley. Screw the patrol? Aerial combat? Just what...


Following the woman's gaze, Aya squinted his eyes at the hovering figure in the distance. The figure appeared to be heading towards the Survivor. It could have been a normal Spectre late to the meeting. Aya thought he knew every member, at least by name or ability. But an unknown face was not completely out of the ordinary.  Parting his lips to voice his opposition on the implied situation, he hesitated. Focusing on Hayley's eyes and stature, he blinked quizzically. She suspected this figure, that much was apparent. And, who wouldn't be suspecting right after finding intruders on Spectre territory? It wasn't exactly a crime for members of other gangs to sander along another gang's territory, but they had clearly been attacked earlier. Something was fishy. The more time they wasted, the harder it would be to hit this target. Ranged combat was generally his forte. Biting down on his lip, Aya drew a few drops of blood. Touching the warm, crimson liquid with his finger tips, he formed a thin, small blade. Damn....she better be right about this. I'm not about to get chastised for pissing off a member. 


Drawing back his arm, he heaved inward before exhaling, swinging with all his might, sending the blade spiraling towards the mysterious figure that seemed to be ever fading by the second. 


@BlueInPassing @theglassangel

 
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Warren/Spade - White Tigers/Member
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Sure, Sure, follow Delson Chickage had instructed, no, demanded rather. Why am I doing the chasing...?? Gah.... Sometimes the man forgot just how inconvenient his convenient wispy servants could be. What a lovely contradiction. Perhaps this is what one would call karma for his melodramatic entrances that annoyed others. Bah....He had finally managed to catch up a decent ways. The only clue to their trail had been a slight flicker of the shimmer babe. She was quite the cute figure Spade decided. Yet not to match up to the Tiger beauties of course. Just as Spade was beginning to think there was a ray of hope to all this follow a teleportation master madness, a sharp pain struck Spade's arm, tilting him off balance. 


Falling backwards, Spade grunted in surprise. What the..??!! Quickly gathering his thoughts, he chuckled, " [COLOR= rgb(84, 84, 84)]♪ [/COLOR] And I'm freee, free fallinnn [COLOR= rgb(84, 84, 84)]♪ [/COLOR] " Drawing his katana he cut through the air, and just before he hit the ground, a swarm of spirits bled from the rip to break his fall. Stepping onto the ground with ease, the man tilted his head as he assessed the new wound on the crown of his shoulder. A perfectly clean cut; a small cut. Whoever had aimed at him was testing the waters. Were they not certain of his identity? Enough could be assumed. It would be safest to to travel by foot, but Spade's intuition had him believing he wouldn't be shaking this opponent so easily. Troublesome indeed. He couldn't afford to stray too far behind Del and shimmer babe. So he would leave his assailant with this. 


A multitude of spirits emerged from the katana, encircling their master. His spirits could not touch others, and they lacked the power to inflict damage. One would find them a nuisance at best. But that was fine in this case. He needed a light distraction. Besides, one normally didn't figure out his spiritual figures couldn't inflict damage right away. But that would be assumed by underestimating his opponent. In which he also assumed there was merely one. His spirits taking the form of honored knights and gallant steeds he called dramatically, "Go forth and serve my brave knights! A thousand virgins await for your return !" And off his spirits went to taunt and swing their swords at the opponent. Of course Spade had no knowledge on their exact location, but that is where spirits having a mind of their own can come in handy. They seemed to track other souls like blood hounds. And just like that, Spade danced towards the direction he was last going before he was so rudely interrupted. 


 @theglassangel


 @Danoram @RubyRose @BlueInPassing @SirBlazeALot

 
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Vixa/Hummingbird - Blue Dragons/Healer
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Vixa was a rather simplistic girl. Long term problems never remained in her mind for too long. She never calculated all of the things that could go wrong in a situation. It seemed easier to assume something would go right or wrong, and she would stick with either or for the continua of the journey. So that's why she didn't think about there being the possibility Nixon's bag wasn't at the noodle shop. She had already decided it had to be there, and now the only thing on her mind was food. Her eyes brightened as Lyre piped up in agreement to her suggestion, er, silent begging rather. Yes, yes! If Lyre agrees then Nixon will definitely!! Vixa wasn't so sure if this was simply happening because of her strong desire to eat noodles or if Lyre and Nixon were actually hungry, but she didn't dwell on it for too long. Nixon's hype hyped her up further. She went through his motions in unison, much like a backup dancer or something. 

Following after him, she listened intently as he described a previous adventure he and Lyre had experienced earlier. "Oh! Plumerias are very beautiful." Her voice had a tinge of awe to it, much like a child enjoying a bed time story. At Nixon's question, she frowned slightly. "Ehh....I WAS planning to go....but then on my way...I was the one who found our deceased members this morning...so after that  I didn't bother about school." Her mood suddenly made a nose dive into gloomy-ville. 
  @Danoram  @RubyRose

Iris/Crimson Avenger-Black Cobras/Second in Command
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Iris calmly listened as Remiel responded to her diplomatic questions, making no extra comment on the matters. Her job was simply to advise him, he would be the one making all the final calls. Upon her last question, her body tensed with every word of his reply. But alas, the man revealed nothing useful, in which the second in command let out a silent sigh. She couldn't shake the fact that she was actually relieved at the simplicity of his response. Perhaps not knowing was better than knowing too much. Waving her hand in the air and turning back to stir the boiling pot, she proclaimed "Er, no reason really. Please forget I asked." The next few minutes went by silently, and Iris managed to shove any thoughts related to yaoi in a locked box in the back of her mind for the time being. 


As the noodles were nearing their finish, she spoke up again, her voice more at ease than before, "What kind of sauce were you thinking to go with these?" Leaning against the kitchen counter, she lifted herself up on it, her legs dangled loosely over the counter top. Iris had a habit of climbing over everything in Remiel's house. Just like a cat, Iris would often find small spaces to curl up in to read novels. Or in other cases taking a nap on the kitchen counter or randomly somewhere on the floor. Iris never had a place just to herself, so often she mimics a stray. And one of her safe havens just happens to be Remiel's place. "Remiel...I'm not sure if I have ever directly mentioned this, but thank you for everything you have done for me. I can see and feel the kindness you envelope the Cobras with. Our gang...I'm very thankful for it...it's the only family I've ever had. Really I'm silently thanking everyone." Her tone lacked the soft touch one would normally expect in a heart-felt little speech. Instead she said the words just like she would anything else. Saying such things were not flustering for her. She was merely stating facts. 


Iris flipped through her email through her phone until she found what she was looking for. She had been smart to email herself this photo after she took it on her previous phone, otherwise she would have lost it entirely after the unfortunate loss of her previous phone's life. Replacing her bland home screen with the new photo, a small smile crossed her face as her eyes warmed. The cat faces she had drew on Audence's and Vaughn's face the day before. She really did care for them all. 


    @theglassangel  

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_11/0b4f69b21dec48877274dcb989aee14f.jpg.04e953c334e964fb07d2b9e11f22b9a2.jpgMale-ony aka Melody - Red Rose Disctrict - At the Gym Near the Survivor-  Discussing the Gender Swap with Iza and Archie


At least Mel wasn't the only one in awe. Iza's shared interest in the changes settled a spark of warmth within Mel's chest though it was more because of him thinking Iza also had a fascination with the science and less that he was now a fairly good looking guy. Unfortunately, Mel's fascination with himself caused him to miss Iza's priceless look. Accepting Iza's phone without a thought, Mel paused after a slow moment of processing the situation. "Shouldn't I use my own phone?" He inquired outloud before shrugging and using Iza's phone anyway. 


There were a few focused moments where Mel went through the process of flexing different muscles and photographing it before taking photos of different expressions. He then looked through the photos and was fascinated with what he saw. He still looked so much like himself, but he was also an obviously male version of himself. His jaw was similar but it was a little wider, the edges more pronounced. His eyes were a little smaller and the color a little off but still his eyes. And his hair was short but the same wonderful dark shade it always was. Throughout the selfie project, Mel focused on the conversation as well. It didn't pass his notice that something still needed to be done about the gang that had attacked them but... it wasn't as pressing importance as understanding this body was. 


"Iza, your brilliance is astounding." Mel commented, still enjoying the deeper tone to his voice. "If it weren't for your earlier speculations, I'd take that 'he could get ahold of you easier' as a tease. Or a challenge. Or perhaps a jab." Mel said, getting distracted about the wrong point. What Iza was saying was very close to being on point with where Mel's thoughts were leading. "Your theories are very strong. My biggest question is... do you think they were also dragons? It would make sense for the dragons to come and save their member, and like you said it's a smart and nonviolent way to go about saving their team member which is a dragon like approach. So do you think it's safe to assume those two silver haired boys are dragons?"  While speaking, Mel did the entirely random thing of getting into an odd stance and then doing a handstand, reveling at the similarities and differences between balance and how his body responded. Pushing back to his feet he brushed his hands off on his pants he gazed at Iza and then Archie. He hadn't forgotten about Archie but so much was going on in his mind that Archie's slow response to helping himself and Iza was not important at the moment.


"Iza, your beauty is different to me then usual." He commented when his gaze moved back to her... Mel didn't know if he should blame him being male or not with how his mind was not staying on the topic of true importance. He just couldn't help but blurt what he was thinking. "You were already attractive before, and as a woman I can easily acknowledge how beautiful you are but it's different somehow now." Mel said, moving in closer to cup Iza's jaw in his hands a moment and brush thumbs over her cheeks. "Your intelligence is also very attractive but that's not new; the way your mind works is phenomenal." He then sighed and looked over at Archie. "Is the male mind always like this? I can't seem to focus on anything but Iza and my own body and that is detrimental at the moment. The Spectres may be in trouble..." 


@SirBlazeALot


((Just so you guys know, the way Mel is thinking is not how I assume a guy's brain to be. It's how Melony assumes it is and that's what's affecting her. If someone were changed who didn't believe there was much of a difference outside of physical I don't think would be affected like Mel is being, and those who think the opposite gender in the very stereotypical sense would be more affected mentally. Just as a side note. I hope no one takes offense to Mel's behavior >.< ))



/monthly_2016_11/Ninjas_Sean.jpg.b8717e704eb47b78701a58df1b2c37ac.jpgSean aka Arena - Red Rose Disctrict - Off to Rescue Juriaan with Asad, Brax, Cato, Summer and others in Vicinity


That Cato was going too, made this mission that much cooler. Like really, really cool and Sean was glad he had volunteered too. He vaguely wondered where Archie had disappeared to, as well because he should be helping with the mission too. There were a lot of people missing that Sean couldn't really fathom... like Melony, and hadn't Iza been here for a little while? Sean's memory for names had served him a few times. And with being a new member and wanting to be friends with literally every member he had taken the time to memorize everyone's names (though it had taken a lot of 'Archie, what's that person's name again? Cato, I don't know if I know them. Jason, will you help me learn everyone's name?' -though when he asked Jason he was sent to talk to Melony on that front). 


When Cato did the whole 'how about you go find them' thing, Sean looked around. He was so confused about who Cato was talking to... and then he realized Cato was talking to him. A pinprick of disappointment poked at Sean and his eyes dimmed a little though his smile remained. "Right... right..." He agreed softly, still sounding cheerful but at half his usual spirit. Even Brax was getting to go but not Sean. Being the boy he was, Sean didn't pout. He wasn't the sulking type. He knew every job was important, but why couldn't they just text everyone? By the time Sean found anyone the fight might be over. And what if someone got hurt? What if buildings got destroyed? Sean could prevent that!! 


Oh to be Cato's 'freshie.' Sean certainly followed him around often enough but he wasn't sure if it had ever been said in so many words. The cheek pinching made Sean's grin brighten and he giggled at being called cute. Because he was and he was aware because his Grandmother told him every now and then. "Good luck saving Jurrian, Summer! And Cato! And Brax! And Asad even though you can't really hear me... I'll go see if I can find some of the others like Archie to help!" Because even though it had felt like Summer had kind of given him an opening to join, Cato had told him to go find more Spectres and he listened to Cato before everyone but Jason and Melony. It's such a bad time to not have a leader... but maybe we can find a new one in the fight! Sean said, the unhappy thought twisting around as Sean's thoughts were apt to do. He then raced out of the building, past Asad, every intent to find the other Spectres before skidding to a halt and scratching at his chin. He then ran back to Summer. "Summer, where am I sending the Spectres I find?" 


@theglassangel @Corgi @Danoram


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Jed_S.jpg.9ca141fb1362cf4e8954fbf3021bbdbb.jpgJeddidia aka NightShade - Heading to The Den - With Harley 


Throughout the walk, Jed continued to attempt to get his arm to respond but it was almost like his arm was disconnected. Like he didn't have it, anymore. And that scared Jed way more then being in pain would have. But then pain was kind of his game. He had to pay it along with chi to transfer wounds. He vaguely wondered if the spectres would find the injured citizen or not... not that he cared. As they continued towards The Den, Jed's worries were backtracked as he and Harley chatted. 


"You don't know? Well let me assure you that you are." Jed said with a smile. If he had had the ability, he would have ruffled Harley's hair but he didn't want to remove the arm that had her curled in close to him as they walked. Not only did Jed know the compliment searching game, he also wanted to make sure Harley believed it. "If that girl has any chi left after all the shrinking and growing you made her do I'll be surprised." Jed responded and he did believe that they had at least tired the girl, though she had showed no real signs. "Where as the one you did change seemed like they could have continued fighting for awhile. You took out the bigger threat." Sometimes Jed wondered if Harley did realize how fantastic she was. Not just anyone won Jed's favor. "Meh, bad style doesn't mean weak fighter. For all we know the glasses kid could have had some 'end all' chi ability that Chikage would have just allowed because they were a girl. Don't doubt yourself, sweetheart. You were and are amazing." 


Despite the weirdness with his arm and the bit of a fight he and Harley had had to take, Jed was glad he had been given that mission with Harley. It had been wonderful working with her and having this time with her now. It was calming... and they had also discovered a couple of chis they would need to watch out for in the future. Someone who could grow in size could be a serious game changer in a fight. And the girl that had disabled his arm was also something they'd have to keep an eye on. "Could you imagine what fighting would be like if we didn't have chi?" Jed speculated softly, wondering what he would do without his wound transferring ability. He would have to be a completely different fighter. And Harley, though they would still be important to Jed, he wondered how close they would be. 


 @SirBlazeALot





Jaspar aka Noose - Following Chikage with Aidan; 'Victim' - Juriaan


Being a lap dog that followed at it's master's heels and yapped when ordered was not the path Jaspar had ever really chosen for himself. He felt he was better then that... but this gang was important to remain in so he allowed himself to behave just like that obedient dog. He followed Chikage as ht began to head down a dark alley, listened as the man spoke, and answered something that wasn't quite a question but seemed order enough to say something.


"I agree with Aidan. We are here to follow you." And besides, the plan was already wrecked as it was. What could Jaspar do to put it back together? His information had holes and he didn't really know what to expect. He really hated 'if, then' plans as it was but the 'if there are a lot of people, be smart; if there are few people, then fight' grated his nerves more then usual. I'm not a strong fighter in these cirucmstances. On top of him not having the advantage of a forest or a place he knew as their attack ground, he was also still frazzled from the yelling. He could feel it within himself. He was outside his comfortable zone and he wouldn't he surprised if he had a couple of hairs out of place.


"Have you told Del and Spade to focus on the dragon?" He couldn't help but ask, aching to at least fill some of the picture of what was about to happen. So either they were bait, or they were fighting. Bait Jaspar could do, of course, so he was left hoping they were outnumbered.  


@Danoram @SirBlazeALot @BlueInPassing


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Donnovan aka NewDawn - Rose Disctrict - At the Bowling Alley with Memphis, Holly, and Zhi


Drama as usual. How could Donnovan expect anything else if Holly was involved. Especially after her display earlier that day? Calling him out in the middle of a meeting like that? She just wanted the attention and though he found that mildly annoying it wasn't unlike how Jed used to be. His brother had always preferred the spotlight being on him... not that Donni had ever minded. And her uninspired response didn't really surprise him. Waste of breath... Donnovan mused. Every word spoken to her is a wasted breath, and yet I waste it anyway. He considered, not even hearing her 'vipers are hideous' and she's apparently not though his eyes were drawn to her. 


Donnovan had to bite down a comment at what Zhi said. He respected the man and wanted to agree but thought that the verbal agreement would not help the situation. It was nice that he and Zhi thought in similar patterns. Not exactly the same, but enough that they both saw the futility in talking to Holly though Donni's mind puzzled over the difference between a regular and a hollowed wall when spoken to. Does the hollow wall echo back, perhaps? Becoming more and more a presence in his mind thanks to Holly's chi, he continued to see her but Donni's thoughts still held an air of distraction for him. His eyes were on her, and consciously he saw her, but subconsciously he was still working through the wall vs the hollowed wall. Perhaps it's a comment about how useless a hollowed wall is? 


Memphis' voice echoed distantly through Donni's mind and it took him a moment to process the words. He was fighting that hard to pull his attention from Holly... Still, he couldn't help but chuckle partially in disdain and partially in amusement. He wasn't sure if Memphis was trying to get on Holly's good side or get her to behave but either way, he clapped Memphis on the shoulder in a fashion he thought the boy might appreciate before noting that they were almost adults. They should be able to behave themselves for a few hours. In doing so Donni kept his comments to himself, waiting for Zhi and Holly to be the leaders they were assigned to be. The irony that it's the youngest member who, previously panicked, is the one with the most level head. 


@Danoram @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot


/monthly_2016_07/8f02ecbd10afa9f73fe0b365b428ce7f2.jpg.ceaeaca997a9cfc1e8494dfa53e6d672.jpgLyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - Ascension, 3rd Floor Dojo - Leaving the Meeting


Nixon's energy was contagious and soon the dread that came with being in public was dissipating. Nixon had that affect on Lyre, though; he made the bad things seem trivial and the stressful things nothing more then an adventure. Lyre almost didn't mind the wishes if Nixon was there to help her take care of it. Anyone there to help with her wishes made them more fun, though. Wracked with giggles as Nixon and Vixa did their own little dance, she wondered not for the first time how she had been so lucky as to make such good friends. 


Lyre nodded when Nixon said they should make this new adventure count, though she didn't know how it wouldn't count. Perhaps if they didn't have any luck in finding his bag? But they would find it eventually. At the worst Nixon could wish to find it and Lyre would not be able to rest until she did find it. And perhaps they'd get lucky and Lyre would just know where the bag was. That is, of course, if it wasn't at the restaurant. 


"Oh Vixa..." Lyre said, absolutely stunned when the precious girl said that she had been the one to find the deceased teammates. "I'm sorry you had to witness that." She said, pulling Vixa into a short hug. "It was really amazing of you to make it to the meeting, right Nixon?" Lyre said, looking to Nixon for backup. 


@Danoram  @NyxNightmare



/monthly_2016_10/spider_boy_by_anastasiamou4-d6l3hda.jpg.jpe.5034dd06ab96bb8dbdbed84e446e79c4.jpeOliver aka Onyx - Hanging with Russ & Audence


Not feeling well made you pretty oblivious to most things so the conversation between Russ and Audence about Dale and Vaugn kind of came and left like a bad radio station. Static would flood Oliver's ears for a short while, and then a small comment that made little to no sense to Oliver came through. But he continued to hang out because there was still the promise of soup and it was never a bad thing to hang out with fellow Cobras. Though Oliver was beginning to mildly hope he didn't get them sick. 


The 'playful' tweak to his nose had Oliver flinching back and running his sleeve over it, giving Russ a bit of a reproachful look. Being friendly was all well and good but messing with someone's nose when they were sick? Russ could be a bit of an odd one. Don't say you wouldn't do something similar, Oliver. He thought blandly to himself, realizing that his and Russ' oddities shared some small similarities. 


"Oh good." Oliver said when Russ announced that the soup place was just around the corner. But then Oliver remembered that it would still take time for food to be ordered and delivered. Still, it was worth it. Oliver was quick to move into the warmth of the building, shivering as the comfort washed over him. And then he was moving quickly to a booth and sitting down. "It's so much warmer in here." He sighed happily. "Good idea, Russ. Right Audence?"   


@BlueInPassing @Danoram



/monthly_2016_04/Ninjas_Dale_S.jpg.d5a493cda3e3939fd1e6920ea7716b04.jpgDale aka Chip - Hanging with Evey & Officer Hottie(who is changing to someone else)


It was so odd to catch Evey this off guard. That alone sent alarm bells and red flags in Dale's mind that there was something seriously wrong with her friend. You never saw Evey this uncertain. It just wasn't who she was... who Dale knew her to be. Dale had heard things about love... like how it changed people. Was Evey becoming weak on her because of Glasper? Now Glasper was Dale's friend as well; at least she concluded him as a friend. And yet the question still crossed her mind if he were dead, would Evey go back to being herself?


Luckily enough for all involved Evey brought herself back around. Not that Dale would have attempted to kill Glasper because they were Cobras. They were all family and killing family was ridiculous. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if he were out of the equation if Evey would be as strange as she was being. Dale's face scrunched into one of confusion when Evey said that she had had a lot happen since New Years and then blamed Del for Dale's outburst. "It's not Del's fault." Dale pouted. "I've handled stupid, selfish boys before. I don't want to lost my best friends." 


Though she had appreciated Evey's closeness, she pulled away to make a 'show' of how upset she was about this. She wanted nothing more then to hug her friend and make up but she wasn't going to let this go either. Evey liking Glasper was serious business. It wasn't a betrayal but it was a very dangerous situation for their friendship. No matter what, though, Dale lost. "If you really like him, just don't change your mind afterwards." She demanded. "Or else I'll be the one coming after you and Glasper for breaking each other's hearts and how messed up would that be?!" 


@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel


((Peyton is off doing her own thang, as is Umm, Keagan is rallying his force of bugs, Eliza is hanging out with Emelia!, what Niki is up to is being discussed currently ^.^))

 

[Danoram]

Audence "Puppet Master" Valor
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Location: Restaurant somewhere | Interacting/Mentioned: Russ & Oliver
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Oliver's informing him that his web-snot--the snot that so amused Audence--tasted worse than it looks had the tiara-wearing, wire-manipulating puppet master's corner lips turning up into the smallest of smiles for a very brief moment before he dropped it and focused back on Russ.


Why Dale?


Audence wiped a hand down his face, stopping short to cover his mouth while biting his bottom lip in thought. Last night was the last he had seen of Dale before she up and disappeared with that flamboyant blond guy, who actually turned out to be a White Tiger. 


What was she thinking? Who in their right mind- Audence shook his head and only shrugged in response to Russ. He said, "Just haven't seen her today." There are a lot of people he hasn't seen today, though. He didn't feel like explaining the situation.


Russ stated he hadn't encountered the either of Dale and Vaughn, to which Audence lightly clicked his tongue, also averting his gaze towards the multitude of passing cars on the streets beside them, before he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He attempted to click on the screen using a small button on the side, but nothing happened. "My phone's dead."


True. If that hadn't been the case, he probably would never have run into Oliver and Russ in the first place. He would have been able to simply Google directions to the South, consequently sending him on a different path than the one that led him to his underclassmen.


Oliver mentioned Dale and Vaughn being 'too cool' to be seen with him, and Audence scrunched his face up, slightly flaring his nostrils down at the smaller boy. He shook his head a little, saying, "They're your gang members. They have to be seen with you." Despite the hateful tone in his voice, Audence was not being mean. At least, he wasn't trying to be. He just naturally comes off as a judgmental, grumpy asshole. Unless you catch him while he's high--though, sometimes it's even then. At Russ' offer to let Audence use his phone, Audence shook his head, hands in his pockets, and remained quiet. He felt an awkward expression grow on his face when Russ suddenly twisted Oliver's nose, but said nothing again.


He stepped into the restaurant last and glanced around at all the people with a look of discomfort on his face, tensing up in the shoulders. Right Audence? Audence raised a brow. He stared down at Oliver for a second as though waiting for the guy to repeat himself, then shrugged, "Yeah. It feels good in here... You guys hear about last night's fight?" he asked. The temperature difference between the indoors and outdoors had reminded him of his jacket, which reminded him of the events taken place at La Lune Lounge--a fancy hangout in the White Rose.


@RubyRose @BlueInPassing

 

[theplasticdemon]

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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: Evergate Shopping Mall[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Dale @RubyRose[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Evey scrunched her nose at Dale pulling away. Best friends?[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] She was confused as to what was happening. Yes, they were best friends, but what the fuck was going on? Unaware, and even a bit hurt, she couldn’t possibly let this show. Not just yet. Despite Evey herself being quite over dramatic, she really wasn’t enjoying how Dale was reacting at the moment.  [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Still, Dale brought up a pretty good point of not changing her mind. Being overly social or even flirtatious at times, Evey definitely tended to flit back and forth between partners. Though, Glasper was someone she couldn’t abandon even if she wanted to. Still, it wasn’t like she wanted to either way. Which was what hurt about what Dale said. Dale implied that Evey was going to change her mind and break Glasper’s heart. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Jesus,[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] I won’t! How could you think that?” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Evey asked incredulously. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Look, all of us are tight with each other. You don’t need to do anything. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]At all.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] I want to be with Glasper. Right now, and hopefully for a long time.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]She explained, almost exasperated. Sighing, she stared right back at her friend. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Even if we don’t work out, you’re going to be one of my best friends. And you’re still going to be Glasper’s. For now, why are you worrying? Who gives a fuck, right now? I don’t plan on breaking his heart.”  Her voice softened to immediately become more accommodating, taking sudden nonverbal cues as they came. [/SIZE]


 



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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: His apartment [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Iris @NyxNightmare[/SIZE]





 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Remiel took the silence with grace. It wasn’t everyday you got to experience it after all. “I’m not sure. Whatever’s tasty.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]The leader shrugged, repositioning himself so to sit straight. He made his way through the small dinner table with a few touches of his cane onto the floor while at the same time listening to his own second in command.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]His reaction was rather humbling, nothing but a merry smile and nod. “Iris. You don’t need to thank anyone. In the midst of everyone and everything, kindness is all we really have, no?” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]He pulled out one chair on each side, one for the second and another for himself. Remy wasn’t quite bothered by Iris’ usual tone of voice, he found it rather endearing, actually. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Folding his hands around his head and leaning back, Remy sighed. “I had a crazy idea.”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] He then proceeded to grin like a small child. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“I was about to suggest calling up the Spectre leader and inviting him for some pasta~ What do you think?”[/SIZE]






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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: Just out of the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Sean, Asad, Summer, Brax, etc.[/SIZE] @RubyRose @SirBlazeALot

[SIZE= 14.6667px]The football player awkwardly moved away from the light impact on his shoulder. Cato was one strong advocate for personal space. It took a lot for him to even warm up to a hug, let alone a playful punch on the shoulder. The Spectres’ football team had earned this privilege by practically becoming his second sports family. Summer? Not… so much.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Uh. I don’t know.” Brushing off the cheerleader once again, Cato wasn’t someone that willingly took people under his wing due to how independent he was. However, Sean was a rather special case. The freshman followed him around involuntarily, even to vigorous trips to the gym. So… technically, he did pick up on some of his tips? Not that he thought it was possible to learn anything except fighting or sports from Cato. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]As Asad abruptly announced his leave, he saw the opportune moment to escape Summer and kick ass. Running down the stairs as fast as he could, the shirtless boy caught up to him just as he was about to leave. Grabbing onto the back of the motorcycle, he saluted the fellow Spectre. “[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Yo. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Where to?”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Cato asked, barely panting. His fists had turned to metal by then as fit himself into the back of the vehicle; without permission most of all. [/SIZE]

 

[Danoram]

Boltius "The Purge" Beckman
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Location: (South District) Southside Boardwalk | Interacting/Mentioned: Stephanie & Vaughn
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Boltius kept pouting even after Vaughn knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his back with an apology. He sniffled and shook his head, crossing his legs where he sat. Just barely, he coiled from the guy's touch, listening to what Vaughn was saying, while at the same time inwardly slandering him with every curse known to man. 


You're me, you're her.


Boltius looked towards Stephanie for a brief second--slight embarrassment from crying before a lady forcing his gaze quickly back towards the ground as he wiped his already dry face again.


He nodded at Vaughn, who was no longer kneeling with a hand on his back, but instead sitting beside him. The idea of a compromise piqued the short one's interest; though, he continued with his focus downwards. Then came Vaughn crawling in front of him, working his chi in a way that made Boltius hallucinate 'all the colors of the rainbow'.


"What the fuck..." he whispered, scooting back a bit and narrowing his eyes at the sight, also slightly spooked by the sudden echoing of Vaughn's voice. For a moment, Boltius thought that maybe there was something wrong with the pill he'd snorted earlier. Maybe it had soaked up some strange substance from his older brother's drawer. You can never be sure with him.


Boltius rubbed his eyes and blinked. Then, as fast as it had came, the hallucination was gone, and Vaughn was now sitting in front of the shorter boy. He spoke for a second, and Bolt listened. Being the stubborn type he is, Boltius didn't want to take into consideration any of the things Vaughn was telling him. He wanted to get up and walk away while screaming the lyrics to Eminem's song The Real Slim Shady, but he doesn't know it word by word, so that was a no-go.


Turning his head to the side, Boltius spit a small wad of what saliva he could collect from his dry-ass mouth out onto the pavement, then stood slowly to his feet. His hands were shoved down into his pockets, which were filled with lint, one of them also holding a small bobby pin. He casually scraped his foot over his spit and smeared it while shrugging lightly at Vaughn's proposal. "...Aight," Boltius muttered. He held a hand out at his upperclassman and childishly averted his gaze with pursed lips, "If this shit fucks with me, though, yo, I'm droppin' out." After finally returning from the few months of juvie he'd spent, Boltius was looking forward to starting back up his old routine. Now that the time has come, someone's already trying to "ween" him back out of it--before it's even started. 


Actually... he could really use another dose right now. This little session has totally destroyed his high; it's still there, but it's not a good one.



@SirBlazeALot







Nakazajo "Raging Ogre" Chikage





Location: (West District) Alleyway | Interacting/Mentioned: Jaspar, Delson, Spade, Aidan, & Felicita


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"You know best, Chikage." This particular set of words--had they been spoken by anyone else--would normally perk the Leader's mood, boost his confidence by just a tinge. However, because it was Aidan, the dipshit who totally took things into his own hands without Chikage's consent--progressing the mission, nonetheless--and caused them to lose their guide to the Spectre's base, Chikage was no less than irked.


He received a text and quickly whipped his phone from his pocket, slowly removing his narrowed gaze from Aidan and down at the screen, which displayed a message from Delson, thank the heavens.


Things were picking up... According to the directions sent, though, his gut feeling from moments ago had led them down the wrong path, so Chikage straightened his light pole up and turned around, waving a hand to urge Aidan and Jaspar back out of the alley. "Go back," he mumbled. The three were, by little means, very far from the Spectre's base. "I'm forwarding Delson's text to you both." He did just that and continued to speak. "Since Spectres are already heading out, we're splitting up. Like I said... if you can avoid combat, do so. Try to reach the base as soon as possible to help Delson and Spade."


"Have you told Del and Spade to focus on the dragon?" Jaspar asked, reminding Chikage that he did not, in fact, tell those two to focus on the dragon. 


Snapping a finger at his more favored member for the moment, he nodded, "I have not. Thank you." Chikage walked and texted at the same time, resting his light pole back over his shoulder, held in place with one hand. He texted both Delson and Spade, making sure to forward the location to Spade as well, explaining that they are to retrieve the Dragon as soon as possible. He also reminded them not to go overboard. As the screen displayed that the message was sending, the Leader clicked his phone off and spoke up, "Same to you two. Don't go overboard and start killing people... especially you Aidan. You're chi abilities are exceptionally dangerous."


With that being said, he looked at Jaspar as they exited the alleyway, "I trust that your brains will keep you on your feet." 


Saluting the two, Chikage turned away and started off at a slow pace, "If you have any questions, answer them yourselves." He picked up some speed, and was eventually racing down the street as fast as possible, light pole bouncing every which way as people scurried out of the Raging Ogre's path. If there was anything he could do to help right now... it would be to attract as much attention to himself as possible to allow the others a more advantageous reach to the Spectre's base. 


/monthly_2016_11/5831dd9036649_Chikage1.gif.7299bd4e43d59a5f1b8f63e5c0667a9a.gifDark-green eyes flickered left and right, searching for... well, anything. That's when an idea hit him--albeit not the best idea, but it works. Chikage skid to a halt in front of an old--approximately five-story--building with the entrance blocked off by four bright-orange caution cones. Most of the windows seemed to be shattered or boarded off. Overall, the entire structure gave the impression that it hadn't been inhabited in forever. They say without life, a building will slowly die out. A family could live in a home for years upon years, and the house will never pose too difficult a problem to fix, but when that family moves away, it all of a sudden caves.


Hastily, Chikage darted into the building, jumping the caution cones and immediately starting for the stairs. He eventually reached the roof, breathing heavily, and stared out at the city. "You really took a beating..." he spoke to the district as if it could actually hear him, referring to the tsunami from two years ago. He shook his head and sighed, then took a look at the directions Delson had sent. Going by what it showed, he would be facing a straight path to the base if he turned around--and that's exactly what he did. A few more seconds of studying google maps gave Chikage enough confidence to determine that the towering construct just two, maybe three, blocks away was the one. He chuckled. 


All of a sudden, the roof of the building completely collapsed. How?! Chikage had lifted his light pole into the air, concentrating his chi into his arms, and brought it down on the concrete surface like one does when cutting wood with an axe. Dust and smoke began to rise. People outside of the building were screaming and hurrying around as if this kind of thing isn't normal already. They act surprised, but... are they really? Beneath a pile of rubble, Chikage laid coughing. He's okay. The leader stood up and wiped himself off. Some of his bandages had come loose, so he just removed them the rest of the way, then sat in a corner of the room to wait. Who would come--he wondered.


@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel @RubyRose @BlueInPassing @NyxNightmare






(Rushed, but done!)




Xavier "Sting" Brax


Location: (West District) The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: (Spectres) Asad, Sean, Cato, & Others


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Brax was able to take a hint once more with Asad, mentally noting that this guy just doesn't like being touched. He would have to make it a habit to avoid physical contact with him so as to not come off as disrespectful.


“If you’re coming with I’ve got a free seat on my bike and I’m leaving right now.” Asad wasn't lying when he said this, having actually left the room before anyone could respond, followed after by Cato. I guess that means there's no more room for Brax. The realization of this caused the guy's eyes to narrow, but he wasn't mad, just thinking what now?


His gaze flickered towards Summer as she spoke, her gesture towards the others within the room making him turn around to look. If everyone leaves the Survivor, though... who will watch the Dragon on the upper floor? Brax pondered this, then snapped a finger, deciding he would stick around. That's also when the question popped into his head--why are Tigers showing up instead of Dragons? You'd think they'd be trying to get their member back. Unless... Brax glanced towards the stairs and furrowed his microscopic eyebrows. Is the assumed Dragon, maybe, actually a Tiger? 


What a laughable idea. It's more likely that Summer mistook Dragons for Tigers. Then again, Brax doesn't like to assume the mistakes of others. With Jason having been arrested and Tigers, according to Summer, suddenly showing up, things kind of make sense. The Tigers have beef with Jason. Even after settling with that conclusion, Brax was unsure. There were too many unanswered questions.


He glared at Sean as he came running up to Summer, asking, "Summer, where am I sending the Spectres I find?" To think on this question, too, Brax stared down at the ground. Wouldn't one send them back to the base? No... The guy shook his head, then focused on the scene of rising smoke of sorts displayed through the window. He didn't acknowledge it until after seconds of studying it, in which his eyes widened, expression appearing even fiercer than usual. Brax turned Sean around, forcefully, and pointed at the window.



@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @Spectres @(Idea of what he's wearing - along with a sexy spandex shirt, because Brax is hot.)

Archie "Cock" Babcock
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Location: (West District) Near the Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: Melony & Iza
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Dildo-head... 


Archie lifted a pair of surrendering hands at Iza and took a step back, giving a cheesy grin, and said, "Easy, wee-bit."


He looked towards Mel, taking in the guy's new appearance--painfully, mentally admitting that he's almost more attractive than himself. Almost.


"Eh~" Archie shrugged lousily. He leaned against a brick wall and inspected his nails, "Ya handled it well yaselves, I say... See now, nobody's cryin', yeah?" His way of trying to reason was a bit lame, but that's nothing new. Iza questioned why the perpetrators from before were going around gender-swapping people, and Archie looked to Mel. It was weird. Despite knowing the guy in front of him was actually the female Melony from the Red Spectres, the Australian couldn't help but feel as if he was in the presence of a total stranger.


Almost immediately after Mel's announcing his desire to look at himself, Archie had whipped his phone out from his pocket to snap a photo of him, ready to show him the picture until Mel suddenly started taking his shirt off. Archie blinked with a growing grin. He took another quick picture and laughed at what the used-to-be-a-girl had to say.


There was no time for a response, because Mel continued to speak, so Archie fell silent and listened patiently--half not even caring about the situation until other girls were mentioned.


"Wait, they was othas?" he asked, leaning up off the wall, crossing his arms, and slightly furrowing his brow. "Shit... Wonda why they ain't changin' sausage to patties... Unless they are..." The Australian shoved his hands into his pockets and lazily pressed himself back against the brick wall, sighing, and pursed his bottom lip while comically scraping his foot against the ground with light kicks, "I'm jealous, mates." Archie was half joking--more so with his demeanor rather than what he said. It wasn't enough to actually dampen his mood. 


He stood in silence, staring at Mel as the guy rambled on about different things, only some of it actually interesting Archie. When Mel commented on Iza's beauty and suddenly stepped closer to her to cup her jaw, though, the Australian couldn't tear his eyes away. His jaw dropped just a bit, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips, and he began reaching for his phone again until Mel turned to him, questioning, "Is the male mind always like this? Archie forgot about his phone and laughed, approaching the other guy with an arm around his shoulder. "Ya got a more amorous way of expressin' it, mate." For just a moment, Archie completely forgot that Mel was actually Melony. He turned the guy around and leaned in closer to whisper, opening his mouth to speak, but remaining quiet as a faint commotion played off in the distance.


@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley AKA “The Bender” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Escaping West District[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Jed[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Damn, if there was a professional league for the compliment game, then Jed should get drafted. His words were so satisfying to Harley not simply because they were sweet, but because he provided proper reasoning for his oh so high opinion of her. Harley's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink as her head popped up and she stood on her toes to plant a kiss on Jed’s cheek. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“If you say it then it [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]must[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] be true~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley replied as she returned her head to its snug initial position in Jed’s chest.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “You always know just what to say Jeddidia,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she used his full name as a purposeful flirtation tactic. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The concept of fighting without Chi made Harley laugh out loud.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Pfff! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ha[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! I wouldn't even[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] be[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] a Tiger if not for my Chi and Chikage's… um… let’s call it chivalry~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she answered honestly with a giggle. The stars really did have to align in order for Harley to get to where she was now. To be born with such an ability that was particularly useful for getting the guy who just so happened to be the Elder the year she started high school was so coincidental, it made Harley believe in destiny whenever she thought about it. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]There were of course Chi-less members in each gang that fell into one of two categories. There were those who were actively searching to unlock their ability, which could be quite difficult if it didn't happen naturally and the older you get, the harder it is to discover. But people in that situation generally made up for their lack of an ability by being bad ass fighters. Then there were those who didn't have an ability and didn't make any effort toward trying to find it, and those guys usually just ended up as low level patrol grunts and pawns. Either way, both groups tended to be trusted with less important missions, and though it was often unspoken many members looked down upon them. [/SIZE]


 



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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza AKA “Fly”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Kickin’ It Near the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Male-ony & Archie[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza’s eye twitched slightly as Male-ony’s common sense kicked in and he asked if he should use his own phone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Just do it you sexy bastard![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza pleaded mentally, and let out a content little huff when Mel decided to just use her phone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Thank you.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She glanced at Archie, who was also reaching for his phone, and glared a little bit. Archie would probably share if she asked, but then she’d actually have to ask Archie and deal with some stupid Archie-remark about “‘avin’ the hots” or wanting to “getcha beck smashed out” by Mel. Not that she hated Archie’s sexual banter or anything, but she would rather keep her fascination with Mel on the down low.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mel’s comment on her supposed brilliance put a smile on Iza’s face, and she playfully pushed him -- no doubt another excuse to touch him -- when he pointed out what he considered to be a little jab at his skill level. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Well it’s true...”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she responded shyly, though she had a daring and confident look in her eye. At first Iza was just being honest, her ability made her pretty hard to get a hold of, harder than Mel anyway. But now if the truth could be twisted into some playful flirtation, then why not? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I think the Dragons are the most likely culprit,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she tried to keep the conversation from going completely off the rails and continued, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“We have the most reason to suspect them and very little to suspect anyone else.” [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]But again, Mel sidetracked her, this time by commenting on her appearance, which definitely caught Iza off guard. Being complimented for her intelligence was pretty typical, but rarely did anyone ever comment on her appearance unless they were calling her “cute” but only in the way that animals are cute. Never had she ever considered herself to be beautiful. Mel’s careful choice of words and the physical contact had her looking up at him with darkened cheeks. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“U-Uh...th-thank you…?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she giggled nervously and averted her eyes, for she could feel the heat rushing up to her face in embarrassment. It didn’t help that Mel then stated that she was one of the only two things that he could manage to focus on. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She looked to Archie nervously for an answer, but found herself sputtering out a laugh that was much louder than usual, due to how giddy Mel had made her, when the Australian referred to human genitalia as sausages and patties. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I-I don’t see why they wouldn’t be changing boys too,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Iza replied, relating to Archie in that she too was jealous that she didn’t get bent either. On the same token though, she was sort of glad she was getting to experience Male-ony as a female, otherwise she wouldn’t be stealing his attention. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Spectres could be in trouble. Ironically, despite Mel’s question about the male mind, Iza found herself struggling to focus as well. Because now, all she could think about was what she and Mel talked about yesterday: make out practice. Surely there had to be a way she could coerce scientific Melony into believing that make out practice should be a priority for her before she turns back. You know, for science. But first, they had to make sure the Spectres were okay. Or at least that Fish Boy was. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Wait! That’s it! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“H-Hey, if the Dragons are after Fish Boy, then the best thing to do is to go rally around him, right?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And while we’re waiting we can suck face for science. [/SIZE]


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer AKA “Limelight” & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad AKA “The Blood Knight”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sean, Cato, Brax, Mori, all de Spectres in the building pretty much. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Um, like, bring them back, like,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] here[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She said with the tone of a person asking a question though she was actually giving a demand. She didn’t like that he wasn’t coming with, because she saw Jurriaan with five guys. They would be confronting them with less people and that would give off the impression to the Tigers that they were low on numbers. Just thinking about the Tigers laughing about the Spectres being low on anything made her blood boil. If she knew that Brax wouldn’t be coming either, Summer wouldn’t even bother going, because that would put more weight on her shoulders in combat.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She looked to where Brax suddenly had Sean looking and furrowed her brow. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“That’s, like, totally them,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Summer concluded with zero evidence. Her body illuminated and she didn’t bother giving the two of them a farewell before opening the window and diving out of it. She then levitated down to the ground in front of Asad and Cato.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Ready boys?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] And to think Cato thought he’d be getting away from her.[/SIZE]

 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Now Asad had been sitting there down on his bike with a shirtless man behind him for far too long. As soon as Cato hopped on, Asad answered, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] don’t fuckin’ know!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He had just as much of an idea as where to go as anyone else, they were both waiting on the cheerleader. And though they weren’t waiting too long, any amount of time with a stranger on the back of his bike -- a shirtless one at that -- was an uncomfortable amount of time. When Summer finally did appear he revved up his engine to signal exactly how ready he was. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wait, like, where’s the other guy!?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Summer asked loudly to be heard over Asad’s bike and looked back up at the window she’d just jumped out of. Asad was having none of it.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Who cares, we’ll be fine! Just go!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad shouted back, partially due to needing to be heard over his engine and also because he was tired of pussyfooting around.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“But--”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“JUST. GO.” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer pouted at the Blood Knight, and hoped that Brax had some kind of ability that allowed him to travel long distances or something. Maybe that was why Asad didn’t seem to care about whether or not he came with immediately. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ugh, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]whatever[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Summer’s eyes glowed and her entire body became radiant before she lifted off once more and headed off in the direction of the smoke. This would have been the moment where any rider who actually cared about the wellbeing of their passenger would have said something like “hang on tight.” Asad didn’t say shit. He merely followed after the glowing sky girl.[/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del AKA “Mr. Nice Guy”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Rooftop adjacent to the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Spade & Texting Chikage [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Delson was pretty much stuck where he was peaking over to see if enough Spectres had left for him to infiltrate the Survivor. It was at this time that he received a text from Chikage and he remembered that he had no idea what the Dragon he was supposed to be rescuing looked like. He reached up to rub his temples as anxiety began to work its magic, but his fingers were met with the cool surface of his helmet. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Motherfucker…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he grumbled softly as he fumbled with his phone to text Chikage, asking for a visual description of Leon. He could hear some commotion not too far away from him, so he crawled to the other side of the building to see if he could find the source of it. He squinted and saw Spade calling forth his spirits and going up into the sky. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del immediately thought that he was looking for him, because everything is about Del, and repeated again in a hissy tone, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Motherfucker!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He didn’t want to give his position away, but if Spade got close enough to find him, he’d end up doing so inadvertently. So for his next trick, Del would be snatching the weirdest kid in White District out of the sky.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Steady…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del said to himself as he waited for Spade to get close enough to him but far enough away from the Survivor so he could teleport back to his hiding spot and minimize the risk of being seen as much as possible. This would take some of Del’s wizard-like skills when it came to aim. If he teleported too close to Spade’s position at any given moment in time, he would teleport too far. But if he teleported too far away in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to touch him before he started falling himself. A dangerous trick for most people, but not Del. He just had to do what felt natural. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Aaaaaand… now!”[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del teleported behind Spade and wrapped his arms around his waist, and immediately teleported back to his hiding spot on the roof. He pushed Spade down to make sure they were both obscured by the railing. And of course after succeeding, he needed at least a few seconds to mentally jerk himself off before he was asking Spade, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Where’s everyone else?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] as casually as possible, taking his helmet off to reveal a big shit eating grin. He was still very hyped about the stunt he just pulled. He readied a shuriken in between his fingers and peaked over the edge to see if they had been spotted. If they did, Del couldn’t tell, so he ducked back down but kept the shuriken ready.[/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine AKA “Turn-Up”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Mewmew Cafe[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Niki, and Darin soon kek[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The streets of South District appeared to constantly be in a state of decay. You couldn’t go very long without passing by a homeless person, and you’d see at least one prostitute if you walked for over a mile. The alleyways were the equivalent of an office to the shady businessmen that lurked in them, and graffiti covered abandoned brick buildings like tattoos on a rapper or a rock star. Those that walked the streets clung to financial survival and scraped by for the rent the best they could. Their faces were hardened by furrowed brows and wary glances at the youth.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The blissful expression on Valentine’s face reflected none of the hardship associated with the area. Just from taking one look at her you would assume that Val’s either high out of her skull or simply hadn’t stressed over[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] anything [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]a single day in her life. But you’d be wrong! Valentine did have a problem! Yes, the pink haired giggly girl walking along happily with her arms linked with her adorable friend, did indeed have a problem. It was an issue she’d shared with both of them the entire way from the hospital to Mewmew and she [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]still [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]didn’t have a solution! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]still[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] don’t know what kind of tea I want guys!” [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She needed an answer fast because they were coming up on Mewmew Cafe in just a short moment. Her heart fluttered at the thought of all the flavors available at the cutest cafe in South District. It was such a hard decision because she liked them all but she couldn’t possibly [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]order [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]them all because she didn’t have enough money[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] and[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] everyone knows that too much tea makes your teeth turn grey! But once they reached the front of the cafe, Valentine had her answer. She bounced with excitement as if she were a spring that had just snapped back into place after being pulled. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Oh[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! I know! I’ll let Darin surprise me! Darin has [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]very good [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]taste!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And Valentine would know. Because literally every time she went to MewMew while Darin was on the clock, her order had always been the same: [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Surprise me![/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vaughn AKA “Anansi”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Southside Boardwalk[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Steph & Bolt[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vaughn sighed softly. Some people really were just beyond help. They were either too stubborn to admit they needed it or too weak to help themselves. But people are who they are and they’ll end up where they end up, this was a truth of the universe that Vaughn had grown to understand. You can’t ask a sheep to be a dog. And yet, another truth of the universe was that everything changes. Especially people. So Vaughn decided to lead the horse to the water by example and not rhetoric and to hope for the best. He shrugged and replied, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Fair enough.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] His eyes rolled slightly as he noticed Bolt was holding out his hand but wasn’t even looking at him. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]It’s like no one taught this kid anything about being a man.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]It was more of a thought of pity than disdain, because knowing a lot of Southside parents, he was probably right.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He took Bolt’s hand in his and placed his free hand on top of Bolt’s head and turned the boy to face him before giving it a lazy yet firm shake. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“A handshake doesn’t mean shit if you aren’t looking a guy in his eye, Li’l Dude.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Vaughn explained before standing up and dusting off his jeans. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Eye contact. It’s important~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He said in a vaguely sing song voice as he went to his car. Vaughn tore his drawing of Felicita being attacked by eyeball tentacle monsters and wrote down his name -- his alias actually -- and number on it. He returned to the boy and handed the drawing and a joint to him casually, as if it was just a blank sticky note and not grade A tentacle porn. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Gimme a call when you’re ready to get to work, aight?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He told him before sliding back onto the hood of his car and plucking another joint from his ear. As he lit it, he leaned his head on Steph’s shoulder and spoke through his teeth. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Easy money, man. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Eeeeeasy[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] money.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]For you anyway.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]


 





@NyxNightmare @BlueInPassing @Danoram @RubyRose @theglassangel @Leaf Fi @Corgi @TaraSobiki


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glasper’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] waiting for Evey to get home.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Tsu[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in one of the training rooms in Ascension calling the Dragons that didn’t show up to the meeting.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vlad [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is shopping for fish accessories with Keimi. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Gigi[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in lesbian hibernation. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is shopping for her latest character. I wrote out a post for her but it’s completely ridiculous and I figured Evey and Dale are having too serious of a moment for it so I shall save it for next week. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is at the bowling alley tryna bowl. Everyone else is pretty irrelevant and can be dropped in for whatever y’all need if they’re needed or something. ([/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]T.K.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cielo[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Wit[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px])[/SIZE]

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_11/0b4f69b21dec48877274dcb989aee14f.jpg.04e953c334e964fb07d2b9e11f22b9a2.jpgMale-ony aka Melody - Red Rose Disctrict - At the Gym Near the Survivor-  Discussing the Gender Swap with Iza and Archie


Mel had never thought a blush looked quite so cute as when he made Iza blush with his praise. And he was pretty sure he'd only ever heard her stammer like that once or twice before. And Iza's laugh that could almost be called a little too enthusiastic... it was very difficult to focus on anything else. But there were words to pay attention to and a problem at hand to solve.  


Absorbing what both Archie and Iza had to say, Mel's mind began to process things at a bit of a sluggish rate. With his mind split in several different directions, the usual focus that he prided himself of was severely lacking. Archie's jealousy rang at the back of Mel's mind; he supposed if Iza or Archie had been changed Melony would have been the one jealous but Mel had been lucky enough to be chosen to change and she wasn't going to complain nor boast about it. "Iza and I know what he looks like. We can find him later, and perhaps allow other people interested to discover the other gender. It would be a fascinating experiment." 


The arm that looped around Mel's shoulder immediately made the man wonder 'is this what it feels like to be a bro?' before he was listening to what Archie had to say. I'm more amorous about it? Is that because I'm originally female? Mel questioned internally, allowing himself to be guided by Archie though he hadn't really wanted to release Iza. He listened to the whispers until the awful, yet familiar sound of a crumbling building brought Mel somewhat to his senses. He twisted towards the building, eyes going wide as it collapsed story after story. A dark anger flooded him, hands clenching into fists. 


"I don't mind skirmishes between the gangs, but our home is damaged enough. Whoever has thought to lay a finger against our Red Rose will have Hell to pay." Mel snarled, glancing over at Archie and Iza for an instance. "You two are free to head to where the Dragon is kept, but I am going to tear whoever dare attack our home limb from bloody limb." Full of righteous fury, Mel took off in the direction of the collapsed building. As much as he probably would have enjoyed Iza's plans of spending time while protecting the dragon, the anger burning in his heart pushed it to he back of his mind. Perhaps later, if he was so lucky as to remain this gender for awhile longer, he would be able to get enjoyment from it. For now he was planning on using his now superior strength to annihilate those who posed a threat to Red Rose District. 


@SirBlazeALot @Danoram



/monthly_2016_11/Ninjas_Sean.jpg.b8717e704eb47b78701a58df1b2c37ac.jpgSean aka Arena - Red Rose Disctrict - Off to find Spectres all Alone, waving Bye to Brax


Just bring them back to the base? But the fight was going to be elsewhere, wasn't it? Then again, perhaps people were just needed to protect the base too. Sean didn't know and he allowed himself to accept that he didn't need to understand for it to be a good plan. Now he just needed to find more Spectres; there must be something else going on for so many not to have shown up. Finding himself being redirected to look out the window, he looked at what was being pointed at before looking back to see who was pointing. "Oh, Brax. It's okay." Sean said as the rev of a motorcycle rattled through the area and then Summer, Asad, and Cato were all heading off. "See, they're heading towards it! So it's going to be okay." He patted Brax's shoulder, though he had to reach to do so. 


"Are you going to stay here?" Sean asked when he realized Brax hadn't followed. "You can tell everyone where to go! Or actually... no... I guess you can't, huh. I forget about the 'no talking' thing sometimes. Does it ever bother you not to talk?" Sean asked before realizing he had a job to do. "Actually, don't answer that Brax! I have to get going! Lots of people to find, and so little time to find them you know? I'll fill them in before I send them back to you and you can point them in the right direction if you don't need their help in the base!!" Sean said brightly, giving Brax a hug before running out of the building in search for reinforcements. 


@theglassangel @Corgi @Danoram


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Jed_S.jpg.9ca141fb1362cf4e8954fbf3021bbdbb.jpgJeddidia aka NightShade - Heading to The Den - With Harley 


Not being the type to blush all that easily unless he wanted to, Jed could at least admire when other's blushed. Especially Harley. Still, tough guy act meant not really mentioning it, nor getting sappy at the kiss to the cheek. Because he wasn't supposed to be the sappy guy. He was strong and he was badass and that's where his descriptions ended because that's all he allowed himself to be. Still, there was a warmth of happiness in his chest when it became apparent that his compliment to Harley paid off and she seemed to believe him. It was also nice to hear his full name; it wasn't spoken often unless Emelia was around. 


Wanting to argue the point, Jed bit back his response. If Harley didn't have her chi ability, she would have been stuck as a lesser member if she was a member at all and Jed, like most, would have sneered down at her and not given her the time of day. So he didn't argue that she wouldn't have been because even he couldn't sound sincere about something like that. Especially since her being part of the gang would have just made Jed look down on her if she didn't have her chi. "I guess we should just be glad that we'll never have to know what it's like not to have our chi. And thanks to our abilities, we know each other and make a great mission team." 


Jed fell a little quiet as his mind wandered off to what life in general would have been like had things been different. If his parents had never split up, he would never have become a tiger and wouldn't have met Harley. Or if his mother had taken him instead of his dad. There were a lot of factors that came into play, but whatever the reason he knew Harley he could be thankful that he did. And act like it was all just great because he was great. The Den coming into sight made Jed smile; maybe someone inside could help him get his arm figured out. Then again, a lot of the members were out on missions at the moment. And when it came to 'healing' people, Jed was usually the 'medic.' In other words, taking in the wounds of other and then finding some sad soul in another district to pass them off to. "How well do you think things are going for our fellow Tigers?"  


 @SirBlazeALot





Jaspar aka Noose - Splitting up from Chikage with Aidan


Opening his phone, Jaspar paled when he had seen that Del had actually already texted him the information that Chikage had forwarded. When did my phone go off? How could I have missed something so critical? What if Del hadn't had the thought to also text Chikage? The thoughts whirled through his head, forcing Jaspar to acknowledge that if Del hadn't had the foresight to text the leader as well the mission could have been ruined just like that. Because of Jaspar's ignorance. Forcing the thoughts to take a back seat as Chikage continued, he gave a small nod when Chikage said his thank you. And then, of course, gave another small nod when Chikage said that he trusted Jaspar's brain to keep him out of trouble. As long as I don't slip up again, it shouldn't be a problem.


Having found a fair route to take, Jaspar made sure to go in a direction that was similar to the one that Del took but purposely off enough so that he wasn't heading directly towards where it was Del had gone. The crashing of a building collapsing caught Jaspar's attention and he looked back in time to see dust rise in the air from the collapsed building. Taking a cue from Chikage's book, he began to seek out ways to cause havoc that would divert attention. His chi wouldn't be useful here so Jaspar would need to be creative. Thankfully arson was never a terribly difficult crime to commit with the right materials but before Jaspar resorted to something that could get out of hand, he sought a more stable way of drawing attention. 


While he thought, he continued to move down the path, thinking that at the worse he could run into a spectre and perhaps entice them into giving chase so that he could at least keep them distracted. 


@Danoram @SirBlazeALot @BlueInPassing




/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Dale_S.jpg.cf2ebe9ac9a81b9795bf549285359cb5.jpgDale aka Chip - Hanging with Evey & Officer Hottie(who is changing to someone else)


Because I know you. Dale thought to herself as she gazed back at Evey, her expression remaining in something akin to suspicious. Evey and Dale were two of a kind in Dale's mind; they'd never really been serious about anyone. Of course they thought they were sometimes but at the end of the day the boys had just been a game. Glasper, Evey; they were Dale's home. One of the constants she had in her life that she didn't want to lose. But she was losing them. It felt like she was losing them. 


Dale could hear the exasperation in her friend's voice, but she couldn't seem to find any point of calm in Evey's words. Probably because the question that she really wanted to ask was 'what about me?' And of course she was chasing after her friend in a romantic sense. It wasn't something she was ever interested in; but she couldn't see how she was going to fit in if Glasper and Evey were together. This is all Del's fault. She immediately blamed, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. "Right. I guess it's all whatever anyway." Dale said, the sulk heavy in her tone. "Everyone knows that people you date in high school are never serious anyway." Because yes, Dale is just that petty. And hopefully when she and Glasper realize this, they will just go back to being friends.


Of course, a large part of Dale's response was selfish. And she also envied her friend, too; if this thing with Glasper was real... well that would mean Evey would get a happy ending and Dale would be alone and single still. "Just don't do anything stupid." She finally said, glaring down at the ground. 


@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel


Niki aka Ryuu - Black Rose - Heading to Mewmew Cafe - Hanging with Valentine & Yurei


Thanks to whatever the doctors had given him before leaving, Niki didn't feel a portion of the pain he should have been. He was pretty badly bruised at the moment; one eye not quite swollen up but pretty close and the rest of his body a motley of blues and greys. He had really picked the wrong battle to fight a few days ago with his mom and had gotten beaten so bad he was unconscious for a full 24 hours. Which is pretty scary when you think about it... it could have been longer. Or he could have been killed, this time. 


Friends were a wonderful thing to have in these instances. Arm linked with Valentine's, her concern about tea at least got him to smile. He envied her sometimes; he would love to be more concerned about what flavor tea he'd be having instead some of the other things on his mind. Her presence along with Yurei, and that they were going to see Darin, were all eases on his fitful mind, though. "I'm glad you figured it out." Niki commented with a sincere smile, patting the arm linked through his. "Now if I could just figure out how to walk down stairs without falling, we'd all be happy." He joked good naturedly. "This time I can blame it on the ground being slippery, though." 


The sight of the Mewmew cafe was a relief for Niki because it meant he would finally be able to rest. Not that he minded the walk from the hospital to the cafe; this wouldn't be the first time he'd done it. It was just that this time the walk was a little bit harder to make. Not that he'd let that show; he was all smiles. So what if he leaned a little more on Valentine as their journey progressed, right? She would just assume he was a little tired or maybe that he was just glad to have her company. Which he really, really was. His friends were what gave him strength. "What about you, Yurei? Do you know what flavor tea you'll want?" 


@TaraSobiki @SirBlazeALot @NyxNightmare


((Peyton is stalking the cute crew , as is Umm, Keagan is rallying his force of bugs, Eliza is hanging out with Emelia!, Lyre is with Nixon and Vixa, Donnovan is with Zhi, Hollly, and Memphis, waiting for Russ to post Oliver))

 

[NyxNightmare]

Warren/Spade - White Tigers/Member
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And so, the man was once again on his way towards the Spectre base. Or so, he hoped. He wasn't sure how long the spirits would keep his unwanted company busy. After running a few blocks, he tired himself. Goodness....flying has always been easier, that I forgot how much effort it takes to run! That was it. He would risk taking to the sky again. It wasn't long after he was beginning to get back into the groove of floating around again that he suddenly felt pressure around his waist. His weak spot. His lower abdomen was a no touch zone. Nothing was more sensitive than his stomach or waist. But Spade didn't have time to assess the situation or turn to witness his captor until he was zapped through time and space it seemed. Am....I....did I die???? Was his initial thought, until his eyes focused on the figure in front of him. With a noticeable grin on his face, a perky Del was clearly awaiting some sort of awe-struck comment. What the actual fuck just-??! Then it dawned on him. Del had teleported him to some building, which he was still hung up on the situation to notice the importance of it. Spade had never actually teleported before, so this was a new experience. And it wasn't just some magic trick or illusion, it was the real damn thing. And Del had to have been focusing really well to be able to complete the stunt without falling to his death. It took guts, but Spade wasn't going to let his praise be gobbled up without adding some razors into the meal.  


"Impressively done if I must say so myself. However, was it really necessary to wrap your arms around my waist? I thought I was going to be molested...and then you so quickly pushed me down...I had no idea you had it in you~" Spade teased. Finally looking around, he realized they weren't just at any building, but practically across the Spectre base itself. Wow. Del had actually managed to keep up with the shimmer babe. In response to his question he answered with a shrug, "After Chikage socked Aidan a good one, I was sent after you like a blood hound with it's nose cut off. My best guess is that it's just you and me right now. What's the game plan my lord?" Right, back into story mode for Spade. As every mission is such a game to him. However, he had a feeling if it was Del, he wouldn't mind being called lord with his large ego. Unfortunately for Spade he hadn't received the text message from their leader. His phone must have slipped out of his pocket when he first fell from the sky from that one attack. But he currently wasn't aware of it. 


 @Danoram @RubyRose  @SirBlazeALot

 
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Darin/Alvaro-Black Cobras/Member
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Elegance with a touch of playfulness. That is what Cafe MewMew represented. Or so, that is what they aimed for. It was a place to feel out of the usual South District element. The atmosphere was as elegant as you could get without feeling like you were in the heart of North District. The cafe was constantly bustling with customers, and despite the ornate setting, it was actually quite casual with a cozy feeling to it. Fully dressed in cosplay, Darin elegantly poured some Earl Gray tea into a customer's tea cup. Small giggles erupted everywhere the man stepped. In turn he would focus his gaze among the women, tilt his head ever so slightly, deliver that fatal attack of a smile, and offer them the specialty tea that he claimed would flirt with their taste-buds. 

"Darin, it happened again." A co-worker called out to him casually as Darin walked back behind the counter to brew some fresh tea. "Idiot! Keep your voice down. If they hear you, I'll never hear the end of it." He hissed. By they he meant his growing fan base of women who regularly came into the cafe just to ogle over his barista skills. Though the cafe served pastries of all kinds, the cafe was most famous for it's tea and coffee. His silver plated name tag glistened under the lights. Alvaro. Not only his gang name, but his work name. Working at a cosplay cafe meant a dissociation with one's normal identity, so a stage name of sorts was required. None of the customers knew his real name, and he preferred to keep it that way. The incident that his co-worker had mentioned was the ongoing battle to keep the store's sign from being vandalized. Right, because of the kitty sign on the front of the cafe, it often resembled a tiger, which of course, represent's North District's White Tigers. Just thinking of the gang name threatened bile to emerge from Darin's stomach. Yuck. "Probably one of the gangs around here. Snakes or whatever? You know they're stubborn and relentless asses." His co-worker added a little carelessly. Of course it was the Cobras. Crediting anyone else would be absurd, rude even. Darin would know after all, he was a Cobra himself. Not that anyone here knew. And again, he preferred to keep it that way. Damn...those bastards..this is the third time this week! Darin would go around playing detective to find the culprit, or culprits that dared to vandalize his work's sign, but to no avail. It was whatever though, if he had to be honest with himself, it was pretty funny, even if he was the one that had to clean up the mess. 

The manager, but also a waitress, called from near one of the windows, "Alvaro! Looks like your usual is here. And, she brought friends. Oh~ One of the boys she is with is incredibly adorbs! Oh my, I'm getting the urge to dress him up in a dress! Stop my thoughts before it's too late!" The girl giggled and rushed off to tend to another table. Valentine? Darin's eyes flitted to the window, squinting his eyes. Is that Yurei? And...Niki?? Oh that's right, his discharge was today wasn't it? Valentine was a regular, and he probably took advantage of her a little too much. He would grace her with an abundance of charm, even going as far as to drape his arms around her as she sat, resting his head on top of hers. This caused daggers to pierce into her from his fans, until he explained to them later that she was his sister. That practically sparked a new kind of fire. Ever since then more customers had come in just to admire the "brotherly sister love". More customers equaled more money being spent. And, that would all be fine, only, Valentine wasn't his sister. His co-workers eventually caught onto this, and once, even presented that Valentine was actually his girlfriend. Only, that case was shot down real quick as Darin had replied with a face on the verge of disgust, "Girlfriend? Funny. She's not my type anyways." However, nobody was Darin's type. He was utterly, and completely not into the whole romantic partnership thing. As the three figures got closer to the entrance, Darin made sure he would be there to greet them. Hmm....maybe I can convince everyone here that Niki is my little brother....There always seemed to be some trick up Darin's sleeve. 
  @SirBlazeALot  @TaraSobiki  @RubyRose

Iris/Crimson Avenger-Black Cobras/Second in Command
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Talking about kindness was a bit ironic for gang members. Or at least, one would normally think. For all the violence that took place, kindness would probably be the last thing on one's mind. Iris wasn't sure why she bothered asking her leader what his preference was for food. Unless it was fruit, it was normally, "whatever is tasty". Choosing to stick to traditional spaghetti, Iris began making the sweet yet savory sauce. Remiel's comment drew her attention away from the food. Invite the Spectre leader? For pasta? Hmm...Though the thought was a little silly sounding, it had some merit to it she figured. "Sure. I dare you." She brought the wooden spoon she was mixing the sauce with up to her lips to taste-test her work, humming pleasantly, seemingly satisfied with the outcome. 


Drawing a plate for Remiel and herself she added, "I assume he would bring friends, so we'll need a lot more pasta." The comment was light-hearted, but in fact she was being rather serious about it. It would be stupid for a leader to travel solo into the heart of another's district. Not that one should doubt a leader's abilities, but perhaps by being alone it would taunt others to pick a fight. So much could go wrong. But with Remiel, peaches, and pasta, the odds seemed to be in their favor, at least for now. 


    @theglassangel  

(Aya I'm waiting for Allie and Hayley to react to the spirits now "attacking them". I'll post for Vixa later, or after Nixon's response. Just didn't have time at the moment)

 

[theplasticdemon]

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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: His apartment[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Iris @NyxNightmare[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“You know me, Iris. I always take reasonable and mostly harmless dares~” Remy joked. He was known for his odd methods in leading his gang, and his interactions with opposing gangs. It came in the form of light heartedly sincere gestures. Besides, there was no need for him to be frightening. The other members of the Cobras could do that for him. Remiel didn’t pull off scary very well either. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Is it good so far? My guess is yes.” He reacted to Iris’ craftsmanship.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] “Very well. We shall make more.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Remiel stood up. Finding his cell phone, it wasn’t safe for the Cardinal to come alone to South Shima. Perhaps he would get escorted by another Cobra. However, the first step was to contact the Western leader. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Do you have their contact information? I don’t remember if I do.” Remiel asked his second in command. He knew her. If she was to think about the Spectres alliance, Iris must have prepared beforehand. Perhaps not to the extent that she actually had, but it was still a thought that was painfully obvious. [/SIZE]




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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: Out of the Survivor [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Summer, Asad and Chikage’s crewww[/SIZE] @SirBlazeALot @Danoram

[SIZE= 14.6667px]What a friendly fellow. He didn’t react much to both Summer and Asad. Grabbing onto him out of reflex, they followed the levitating girl. Luckily, despite Asad’s lack of fucks to give the shirtless athlete, he didn’t die or fall out of the motorcycle. The streets quickly rushed by. The same streets and the same buildings. It felt nice, to have the cold winter wind blowing on skin. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]He pulled on Asad’s clothing to stop. “Yo. Are those the guys? Or... the guy?”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] He asked, jumping off of the motorcycle and landing on his now-metallic knees. Cato's logic was to gradually save his chi so that he didn't need to plate anything else from his body with metal. Soon and quickly enough, the cold feeling turned to regular skin. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]The blonde squinted and crossed his arms to get a good look. Around him was wreckage from a building. Possibly, a recently destroyed building. Not knowing it was Chikage responsible for the mess, it made his blood boil. The Northern leader was right. They had been through a lot... but to put more on the table was too much. However, despite his anger, he needed to focus on the Tiger in front of them. Once the fight was over and their asses were properly handed to them, he considered helping rebuild it. Not that anyone would accept a teenager's help. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]To get their attention, he simply glared without moving. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded to them, making his own approach, but making sure that Asad and Summer weren't too far away. Hopefully they’d get the message that they couldn’t get away with picking on a boy like that. Douchebags. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] [/SIZE]




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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: Around the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting: Aya and Hailey @NyxNightmare @BlueInPassing[/SIZE]





 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Sadly, Allie had no talent with either aerial or ranged combat. He really needed to change that. With just a bike, helmet and other protective padding, that was all Allie typically fought with. Then he remembered her gym shoes. Tied together and worn down, they’d be the perfect bludgeoning weapons until she found something better. Spinning them around as if he had nunchucks, they were perfect for now. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“I’m ready to fight crime, my lady and gentleman!” He joined Aya in attempting to attack the mysterious figure approaching him. He ran towards the disappearing figure on his bike, swinging his sneakers about. For some reason… nothing. Not even a single reaction. Did he miss? Did the figure escape? [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE= 14.6667px]“This way, heroes!” Allie rode her bicycle towards the figure, but stopped before going out of Aya and Hayley’s sights. He waved to Aya for him to get on the backseat of the bicycle. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Gentleman! Come aboard my trusty steed as we search for this villain!” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Poor guy. He doesn’t know what he’s in for just yet. [/SIZE]

 

[Danoram]

Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn





Location: (Ascension) Heading out | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre & Vixa






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"Oh! Plumerias are very beautiful," Vixa stated. Nixon sent her a wide-eyed nod, following up with, "Smell good, too." 


     Then, when she frowned, Nixon couldn't help but do the same, momentarily flickering his gaze towards Lyre to see her reaction to the Hummingbird's sudden change of attitude.


"I said something...?" He thought to himself with a tense jaw. 


     One thing Nixon hates doing is putting a damper on someone's mood. 


He listened closely to Vixa as she explained how she was the one who found two deceased Dragons this morning, and a look of horror fell on the guy's expression, chin wrinkling as he slowed in his steps. His body temperature dropped slightly--being one who's not entirely in tune with his chi abilities, this happens a lot when emotions such as happiness or sadness come into play.


     "Aw man..." Nixon covered his mouth with a hand and grew quiet.


"I'm sorry you had to witness that." Lyre spoke exactly what was going through his head within that very second, causing him to quickly look up from the ground at which he was staring. Lyre was hugging Vixa.


     "It was really amazing of you to make it to the meeting, right Nixon?" she asked. Nixon nodded and forced something of a smile, but not quite... it was clearly strained. 


     When he realized he was being depressing, though, he suddenly fell into the hug as well, tightly wrapping his now warm arms around both girls and resting his head on Lyre's, stating, "Yeah, Hums. You've got heart." 


@NyxNightmare @RubyRose









Holly "Vanity" Radcliffe



Location: Bowling Alley | Interacting/Mentioned: Zhi, Memphis, & Donni



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Holly, with her chi still activated, held her focus on Zhi, staring directly into his eyes with her arms crossed and expression that of a glare.


     He huffed, causing the girl to raise a brow out of curiosity for what he was about to say.


     "Vipers pale in comparison to you. At least vipers have /brains/.” And finally he said it. 


Holly's jaw dropped slightly; she looked like she was gagging, and she closed her eyes--just so she could very slowly open them again, still focused on Zhi. Until Memphis spoke up.


     "Hey…" he started. 


Holly looked at him and gave a bitchy wiggle of the head as though asking him "tf you want?" without actually voicing it. His sudden complimenting her, however, caused a wave of guilt to wash over the expression on her face for a very brief moment. So brief that only someone who was well-focused on her would actually notice... 


     That's when she remembered her chi was still activated, quickly switching it off with a forced, and very loud, laugh. "Dahaha-uhuuuuh!~ Duh!" She spun on her heels to face away from the group of boys and scanned the area around them, noting a few people, then turned back to look at Memphis when he asked how many games they would be playing. She smiled with a roll of the eyes, stating sarcastically, "Oh~ You know~ Maybe four or five, Memphis, because that's what we've come here to do, sweetie." After thinking about it, though, playing one or two games seemed a good idea to blend in. After all, who comes to the bowling alley and doesn't play? 


     "Actually, a game sounds fun," she said.


Holly gave Memphis a pat on the head, wiped his touch off on her shirt, then approached the check-in counter while, also, pulling a small clip of cash from her bra. Before the guy behind the register could ask any questions, she stated her shoe size--"And please make sure they're clean."


@theglassangel @RubyRose @SirBlazeALot @(Wearing this - minus beanie, and the shirt is blue.)

 

[Danoram]

Xavier "Sting" Brax


Location: (West District) The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: Summer, Sean, Cato, Asad, (Delson & Spade)


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Brax was worried. Burning in his gut was an unsettling sensation of nervousness and the constant wondering 'what if?'. 


     What if something goes wrong? I mean, clearly things have already gone wrong, but there's still enough time for it to get so much worse, and Brax was hoping for anything but.


     After directing Sean and Summer's attention out the window, he quickly retrieved his jacket from the back of the chair he had thrown it over earlier, and began putting it on as Summer stated the rising smoke in the distance was, like, so totally the Tigers she'd encountered.


By the looks of it, they were causing trouble around the district. Who knows how many citizens have already been injured?


     The thought made Brax's muscles tense. If there's anything he hates with all of his entire being--it's seeing others hurt.


Before he even finished putting his other arm through the sleeve of his jacket, Summer was gone out the window, leaving just him and Sean, and a few others, I'm sure. He quickly approached the said window and stared down at the three. There was no room for him, just as he thought; though, he still wished to go with them. He just didn't have it in him to call out for them to wait up, still trying to recover from his little introduction mishap with Mori.


     Man, was that embarrassing.


Brax clicked his tongue and turned away from the window, thinking on what to do. Perhaps it was best that he just stick around the Survivor and keep watch on the Dragon hostage...


    "Oh, Brax. It's okay." Sean said.


Brax turned his head to look at the guy over his shoulder for a second, glaring awkwardly, before turning around as it registered to him that Sean was trying to make him feel better. How thoughtful... When Asad started up his motorcycle, that's when Brax finally settled with staying put. He relaxed where he stood and sighed through his nose.


     Sean spoke again--this time adding a pat to Brax's shoulder, which caused the guy to flinch a little, but only because it caught him off guard. He appreciated it; would probably have smiled if possible, but remained worried for whatever was coming their way. Last night's events are still somewhat unknown to Brax, now that I think about it. He's got it in his head that they've only captured a Blue Dragon for some purpose he's assuming falls into the category of justice, without actually knowing the whole story; about how there were Tigers and Cobras involved a well.


     Brax nodded at Sean's question on whether he was staying at the base or not, hands balled into tight fists at his sides. Then, at the next question, his eyebrows twitched and he tilted his head curiously. What did he mean by 'the no talking thing'? Brax wondered. No talking doesn't bother him, at all. Being unable to, however, does. He can never find the correct words, it feels like, and even when he manages to build up some confidence, to properly arrange his words, an overwhelming sense of insecurity just sort of slips right around his gut, causing him to either yell... or just remain completely quiet.


    "Actually, don't answer that Brax!" Sean interrupted--if you want to call it that, and Brax took a step back with blinking eyes. He was surprised a bit by the sudden hug, but didn't hate it or anything, just stood with his arms halfway it the air while glancing around the room. He thought about patting Sean's head, but by the time the idea came to mind, the shorter boy was gone.


     Now what?


Golden eyes focused in the direction of the stairs leading to the above floor, which is where the Dragon hostage could be found tied to a post, and Brax contemplated going up to check on him. From what he's heard, they call him Fish-Boy because he takes on the appearance of a fish.


     Suddenly, through the corner of his eye, Brax noticed something strange take place in the sky, but by the time he looked, he saw only the cloudy blue and nothing more.


@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @theglassangel @Spectres @(Idea of what he's wearing - along with a sexy spandex shirt, because Brax is hot.)





Boltius "The Purge" Beckman


Location: (South District) Southside Boardwalk | Interacting/Mentioned: Stephanie & Vaughn


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"A handshake doesn’t mean shit if you aren’t looking a guy in his eye, Li’l Dude." When Vaughn said this, turning Bolt's head to look him in the eyes, Boltius' face scrunched together, and he acted as though he was about to scurry away. 


     By the time he worked up some attitude and jerked his hand to his chest, though, their handshake had already finished. 


Boltius stood and watched with a raised brow as Vaughn walked over to his car. "The hell, yo?" An arm was slowly lifted as he did so, and he childishly ruffled his own hair as a means to rid of the other guy's touch.


     "Treatin' me like a fuckin' kid..." Bolt mumbled to himself while stepping up behind Vaughn to see what was going on, only to jump back a little when the guy suddenly turned back around with a joint and piece of paper in his hand.


     Staring down at the two objects, which were now in Bolt's possession, Boltius narrowed his eyes.


He studied Vaughn's drawing intently, while still managing to listen as the guy spoke, "Gimme a call when you’re ready to get to work, aight?"


     "Uh.-" The shorter one scratched the side of his head with a finger and smacked the picture by his side, joint held in his other hand. He was about to speak, but noticed Vaughn starting to do so, as well, and remained quiet, giving his tongue a light click and averting his gaze.


     The corners of his mouth twitched into a small grin as Vaughn announced that his offer to Bolt was easy money.


He stared down at the joint, still not the biggest fan of weed, and started bobbing his head, now sporting a full-fledged grin from ear to ear. Boltius took a cheeky glimpse at the number on the paper he'd received, energetically bouncing on his toes. He chuckled and shook his head. "FuckAight..." A hand gun was shot towards Vaughn before Bolt spun around once on his heel and started in the direction he had came from, using his mouth to hold the drawing in order to pull up his pants with his free hand. 


     Boltius shot a fist into the air, speaking muffled, but clear enough to be understood, "I'll let'chu know, yo!"


@SirBlazeALot @Leaf Fi @(Wearing what you see in his picture.)





Archie "Cock" Babcock







Location: (West District) Near the Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: Melony & Iza, (Cato, Sean)



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Archie removed his arm from around the angered Mel with an exaggeratedly pursed lip at the sudden collapsing of a building in the distance.


     It was one of those moments where he didn't want to be too close to an angry woman with the build of a man. It's hard to tell what could go down. Women are crazy sometimes.


He placed his hands in his pockets and stared between the other two, pointing at Iza when she proposed returning to the base to watch over Fish-Boy.


     "I'm all in favah. I like the fish," Archie chuckled at his own attitude and glanced around as though looking for someone else to laugh with him. 


     There was no one, so he just stared back at Mel with a resting grin on his face, listening to the guy speak.


     "You two are free to head to where the Dragon is kept..." he stated.


Archie looked to Iza for a reaction, but returned his attention to Mel when he suddenly darted off, "Oi, ma-...te..." It was no use trying to stop him. 


     "...Uh... What d'ya say we do?" He asked Iza, adjusting his bag over his shoulder while pulling his phone from his pocket to check the gang's group chat. Seeing that there was nothing new set the Australian back a bit, causing him to furrow a brow. He sent a quick text to the two of his favorite individuals, Cato and Sean, then returned the device to his pocket. The message read: "Mate, any ideas to what's goin' on?".


He glanced up at Iza and began zoning out. Jason called a mandatory meeting today, which Archie didn't attend because he apparently thinks mandatory means the same thing as 'do as you please'. Dragons are attacking the people of the West, turning them into opposing genders. 


     Archie mulled these small details over and decided, "It's most definitely 'bout Fish-Boy. I say we head on an' keep a watch on'im... Unless ya plannin' somethin' else. I'm down for whatevah."


@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @theglassangel @(A little rushed)

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley AKA “The Bender” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Escaping West District[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Jed & I guess anyone else at the Den other than the hibernating lesbians?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley couldn’t have been happier to be back home in North District and even better back at The Den. Jed was right, they did make a good team, but the great thing about being a member of street gang meant there was always other people to rely on when two heads weren’t enough. The icing on the cake was that they weren’t members of just any old street gang. They were White Tigers. The gang with the most resources and connections in Shima City. Surely there was someone who could help Jed. The only problem now would be getting Jed to accept help. Knowing from experience (that is, from her own experience being a bull-headed male) that accepting help or admitting that you needed it at all could be difficult.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]However, having fallen completely under Jed’s dreamy tough guy spell, Harley didn’t believe that Jed was just bull-headed like she was when in her male form. She just thought -- no, in her mind she[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] knew[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] -- that under that tough exterior, Jed was a selfless individual who had nothing but the well-being of others in his mind. And even if anyone told her that that was a naive disposition, she would have denied it and used Jed’s question as proof that he secretly cared deeply for his comrades more than he let on. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh, I’m sure they’re fine!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley reassured him, though she really wasn’t 100% on that. Looks  like now it was her job to do some convincing.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I mean it’s like you said! That giant girl probably exhausted herself, and that other girl’s gonna get her[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] ass [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]handed to her by Chikage now that she’s a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! And I’m sure everyone else can take care of the rest~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley looked up at him and smiled widely. She wasn’t completely bullshitting him. Though she had no idea who exactly showed up to attack the Spectres along with Chikage, from what she had heard about some of the older members and from what she knew about the ones she was personally acquainted with, none of them were pushovers and all of them had more tricks up their sleeve than David Blaine. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She neglected to mention that she was less worried about the others and more worried about him, because Jed said he was okay and she had to outwardly take that at face value despite being inwardly concerned. When they reached the double doored castle-like entrance of The Den, the sound of the locks turning could be heard. There was a muffled beeping noise on the other side of the doors, and one of them opened automatically, signalling that whoever was on the other side of the security cameras recognized them, yet was too lazy to verify that it actually [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]was [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]them. With someone like Emelia in the gang, you’d think that most everyone on duty was required to ask for the secret password, but it had become one of those rules that people just ignored unless Chikage, Fel, or any of the adults were around.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Den was, as always, filled with the sound of gently twinkling piano keys, though it was far more desolate than usual. Normally you would find quite a few people taking it easy in the entryway, partly because security was required, but mostly because there were couches and it was close to the piano, which made it a great part of the house to hang out in. But today, there was only the bare minimum of two people hanging out there, and both of them were just dicking around on their phones and greeted Jed and Harley with non-verbal nods of acknowledgment. Once they were passed them and closer to the kitchen, Harley hoped to subtly get Jed to be a little bit more...well... agreeable. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hey[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]... we should celebrate…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley stopped the two by swinging her small body in front of him. She looked up at him with the sort of daring expression that only a teen could have in reference to what she was about to suggest. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Do you wanna take some shots~?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she asked. They were close to the infamous bar where Del had wooed Dale with his cocktail mixing skills. Harley hadn’t had a single sip of alcohol before she joined the White Tigers, but since she had, well… she felt like her “cool” levels had skyrocketed, and that you couldn’t go wrong by showing the older members that you were ready to drink whenever the moment called for it. [/SIZE]


 



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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza AKA “Fly”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Kickin’ It Near the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Male-ony & Archie[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza’s body was beyond ready for Male-ony, but leave it to the Blue Dragons to cockblock her in this moment. The sound of a falling building combined with her hormonal excitement made her jump, and as soon as Mel started speaking her own eyebrow began to furrow. Iza had been there during the tsunami, and she gave it her all and saved lives. In fact, it was a standout moment in her life due to how much she contributed to the rescue effort. Iza would never forget being chest high in the water of a flooded district, carrying family after family on her giant palms as she made her way to the safe zone. To this day, she considered it to be the best use of her power.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Chikage put her in between a rock and a hard place. For one, she wanted to follow Mel. However, she had inexplicably become shier around him as a male. She wasn’t sure why either, since yesterday when Melony kissed her she had found herself attracted to the girl despite being a girl. And that was a first for Iza when it came to women that she actually knew in real life. Yet somehow, her being a he just sort of… intensified her feelings. So much so that she felt far shier than usual. Not to mention, Jeddidia had been right when he told Harley that they had probably already exhausted Iza. Going beyond her natural height at this point would drain her Chi to near empty levels, and Iza knew that she was highly dependent on her ability when it came to fighting. So despite how much she wanted to followed after Mel, she stopped herself after a few instinctive steps in his direction. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Archie’s voice sort of brought her back to reality, and she stammered, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“U-Uh… go with her--him! ...Her?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Iza shook her head in confusion.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I’ve got the Dragon.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She turned to Archie, cheeks still pink. She elaborated, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I shouldn’t go big for a while since I was… you know… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]fighting. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Instead of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]watching[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. Like [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]some[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] people…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza punched Archie’s shoulder gently and if that wasn’t enough for him to get the point she clarified, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Your turn,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] before running off back to the Survivor. If the Dragons wanted Fish Boy back bad enough to damage West District, then she would display her dedication to the the Spectres by ensuring that the Dragons failed to accomplish their mission. [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer AKA “Limelight” & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad AKA “The Blood Knight”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cato & Chikage[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad followed after the glowing girl, who thankfully had the sense to stick to the streets instead of flying over the rooftops. The sensation of riding was so impactful on Asad’s spirit, that he forgot Cato was even there. Sharing his bike always bothered him, but it wasn’t so much the action that made him antsy. It was the idea of it that made him hesitant to let anyone ride on the backseat. As soon as he actually started driving, the thrill always erased the presence of another person. He followed after the sharp corners that Summer turned in the sky with more skill than a teenager should posses with a motorbike. When they finally reached the building, Asad got off the bike and looked to Summer in response to Cato’s question.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I thought you said there were a lot of ‘em?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He asked as he directed his face up to the girl as she gracefully floated down from the sky.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer crossed her arms as she landed and the glowing outline of her body disappeared with the exception of her hollow glowing gold eyes. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“That’s only, like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]one[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] of them...Or at least…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Summer turned her body to look all around her and commented[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], “Or like, he’s the only one we can see. This jerkbag definitely brought more[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] dweebs[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] with him,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Summer spoke in an audibly indignant tone to rub it in Chikage’s face that she wasn’t fucking around when she said she would get more Spectres during their first encounter. And though he was the only Tiger he could see, she knew that he brought more guys with him… and they had Jurriaan too. Yet here he was alone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So like, what gives, where are, like, your butt buddies?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer asked, directing her voice at Chikage.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Better yet, where the hell is Jurriaan? Or whatever his stupid codename is.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad added bitterly. He hadn’t gotten off of his bike, but he lowered one hand to show the red blade around his fist in an attempt to intimidate the boy in front of the broken building.  [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del AKA “Mr. Nice Guy”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Rooftop adjacent to the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Spade[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]A lot of people, especially dudes, would have been seriously discomforted by Spade’s accusation that he had borderline molested the man. But Del merely stifled a snicker in a rather obvious way to show him that he thought of the jab as nothing more than a harmless joke. After all, every nice guy takes gay jokes in stride, and Del wasn’t exactly completely straight anyway so they usually just came off as flirtation to him. Inwardly he was thinking to himself, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Yeah, you wish buddy.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]However, he verbally bantered back, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Sorry, just can’t help myself Spade. You’re just too damn attractive.” [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When Spade answered his question, Del sort of pursed his lips in disappointment that he hadn’t seen Aidan get “socked a good one”, as Spade put it. However, he managed to focus on both his job, and his persona, effortlessly falling into whatever storybook-like role Spade felt like assigning to him today, and of course he had no gripes with his role being one of higher birth. After all, he was Delson motherfucking Landa. What other role would he be fit to play? His willingness to adapt to people made Spade an interesting person to work with. The boy’s inability to stop playing pretend worked perfectly for Del, who similarly never stopped pretending. However, instead of pretending to be a chivalrous knight or a character from a work Shakespeare, Del simply pretended to be nice at all times. Well… until being nice would no longer gain the favor of the majority. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He slipped his helmet back on as he watched Summer leave the building in a splash of light. He checked his phone for a response from Chikage about the appearance of the Dragon. Luckily, there was none there, causing the boy to let out a little sigh of relief. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“We wait, Sir Spade,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he answered in a medieval accent.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “We wait until the king has described the visage of the draconic peasant we are to rescue. Once he does, I will make haste and extract the poor fellow. But I’ll need you to distract the foul barbarians that reside within the Specter stronghold, lest they interfere with liberating the lizard.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del had been peering over the ledge of the roof, but he turned back to Spade as whispered, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Can I count on the bravest of knights the White Kingdom has to offer in this endeavor?’ [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vaughn AKA “Anansi”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Southside Boardwalk[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Steph & Bolt[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]A knowing grin slowly spread across Vaughn’s lips as he got the next joint between him and Steph started. Bolt’s excitement was humorous, and even a little contagious in a way. Despite the lack of faith he had in Bolt to do anything other than accept money from a customer in exchange for a drug of some sort, he couldn’t help but be optimistic where all of this was going. If anything, guiding one of the younger members would win him some favor with Remy, which he felt he needed after getting his mask stolen last night. He shot a hand pistol back at Bolt as he expelled smoke through his teeth. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Good lookin’ out, Li’l Dude~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he called to the boy as he left, thoroughly confident that he would be receiving a call from the little guy at some point. Because...who doesn’t like “easy” money?[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As the boy headed on his way, Vaughn took the joint between his two fingers and coughed gently before speaking in a highly characterized, nasally, and insincere tone to Steph. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I’m all about the kids you know? I see them hanging out in the streets with unsavory characters, and I just think to myself, ‘You know Vaughn, these kids need something[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] better [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]to do with their time than cause trouble!’”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Vaughn took another deep inhale from the joint and then lazily held it out in front of Stephanie. In his normal baritone voice, raspy from the smoke, he added dryly, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So I get ‘em to sell drugs for me instead.” [/SIZE]


 



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy AKA “Ditto” AKA LadyLazeALot[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Evergate Shopping Mall[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Dale & Evey[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy hurried off and ideas raced through her head about her next role. Who would she be? She had to make characters out of Dale and Evey… so what kind of person makes characters?[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Directors… writers… costume designers… artists… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She juggled around personas in her head. Everyone from Quentin Tarantino to Stan Lee came to mind. The only problem with those personas was that she still had to be sexy if she was gonna go illegally buy alcohol from a pervy liquor store owner. And while wearing a sexy cop uniform could make anyone look hot, Lizzy didn’t believe she had the looks to pull off a sexy Stan Lee costume. This thought brought down her good mood, and she sat on a bench in the mall with a blank face as she stared down at Officer Hottie’s black boots. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]What kind of person creates characters… and is also really sexy? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Nothing came to mind. At first, she thought she could do something meta and just… be herself in like a low cut shirt or something. But then it hit her like a ton of bricks. A thousand light bulbs lit up over her head and she stood up triumphantly. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That’s it! I’ll be a roleplayer!! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And just like that she raced to Hot Topic. Well… she raced there about as fast as she could in heels. She’d have to see about getting Officer Hottie some new boots, there was no way she could chase down crooks in these, that shit just ain’t lore friendly.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When she returned, Lizzy was looking like a[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] very [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]sexy potato. She had donned a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sailor Moon tank top[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] that was a size too small to make sure it emphasized her chest and showed off her midriff, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Batman drop crotch sweatpants[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]classic black vans[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] that she had gone out of her way to purposefully scuff up on the way back to Evey and Dale, a black [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tokidoki beanie[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], and a pair of hipster shaped sunglasses that she’d taken the lenses out of. She had considered drawing on a beard, but she was pretty sure it was fairly agreed upon by the masses that bearded women aren’t sexy. The Officer Hottie costume was in her large Hot Topic bag, and she held her phone in one hand as she approached the two of them.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What’s up mi amigos?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy greeted the two of them with a big grin, almost as if she was under the influence of a certain magical plant. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So basically, I’m Laze, and my amiga Officer Hottie asked me to make some characters for you guys, right?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy sized them up for a moment, noticing there was… some form of tension between them. She coudln’t quite put her finger on it, but like the role she was emulating she took it as an opportunity for a patiently developed romance. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Dude… you guys are hella swaggy faceclaims. Actually...”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Lizzy’s eyes focused on Dale and she implied suggestively, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“...I kinda ship it. But [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]anyway[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! I did some brainstorming, and I’ve got a couple ideas of what to do with you guys. So just like follow me and stuff okay? Sound bueno?”   [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis AKA “Slow-Mo”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Strike’s Bowling Alley (Rose District)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ it With: Donni, Holly & Zhi[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis, being the well-meaning though gullible individual he was mistook Holly’s laughter to be genuine. In fact, it was well beyond what he had even been shooting for, all he wanted to do was make her smile. Yet he managed to make her laugh hysterically! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Awwwwww yeah, I can lift spirits with the best of ‘em! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis thought as he grinned proudly. Donni’s hand on his shoulder only accentuated the pride he felt in a job well done. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Even if he wasn’t elated, Holly’s sarcastic remark about how many games they should play would have flown over Memphis’s head like a bald eagle on any given day. So imagine his face when Holly recommended they play four to five games? Can you say “hype as fuck”? He didn’t want to bowl that much, nor did he have enough to money to chip in for that kind of intense bowling session… but Holly gave off an aristocratic air and now that she said it, Memphis believed she could pay for five whole frames of bowling without so much as batting a fake eyelash. He followed her up the counter and just sort of… assumed that she had it covered after pulling out a wad of cash from her boobs. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Don’t you have a wallet?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he asked with a completely sincere sense of curiosity. He gave a “Yeah you better!” look at the cashier as Holly asked for clean shoes, and told them, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Nine  and a half for me, please!”[/SIZE]


 





@NyxNightmare @BlueInPassing @Danoram @RubyRose @theglassangel @Leaf Fi @Corgi @TaraSobiki


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glasper’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] waiting for Evey to get home.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Tsu[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in one of the training rooms in Ascension calling the Dragons that didn’t show up to the meeting.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vlad [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is shopping for fish accessories with Keimi. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Gigi[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in lesbian hibernation. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is at Cafe MewMew. Everyone else is pretty irrelevant and can be dropped in for whatever y’all need if they’re needed or something. And yes, everything that Lizzy’s wearing for her new persona are articles of clothing that I own, minus the glasses. My glasses are real lmfao. ([/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]T.K.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cielo[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Wit[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px])[/SIZE]


 


 

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_11/0b4f69b21dec48877274dcb989aee14f.jpg.04e953c334e964fb07d2b9e11f22b9a2.jpgMale-ony aka Melody - Red Rose Disctrict - At the Gym Near the Survivor-  Discussing the Gender Swap with Iza and Archie


As much as Mel would hate to admit it later, he was absolutely blinded by rage. Had he a little more thought he may have even thought to kiss Iza goodbye before taking off but with his home being threatened, even Iza's beauty was not enough to stray him from his blood lust. And that's exactly what he was feeling. It wasn't an entirely new concept to Mel, he'd felt anger before. But it hadn't reached this level in quite a long time. Of course, his subconscious wondered if he would be responding this irresponsibly if he were still in his female body but the rage that turned Mel's vision red didn't allow for him to dwell much on the question. He probably would later. 


Even with the anger coursing through him, Mel paused as she came across a phone. It had a small crack across the screen telling that it had fallen from a fair height (*cough* Warren's phone *cough cough*) or that it had collided with something. Not being intelligent in the way of a hacker, Mel pocketed it in the hopes that a teammate would be able to figure out who the phone belonged to before continuing to run along. The building hadn't been nearby and even with Mel's speed, he wasn't going to make it before the rest of the cavalry arrived.  


@SirBlazeALot @Danoram


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Jed_S.jpg.9ca141fb1362cf4e8954fbf3021bbdbb.jpgJeddidia aka NightShade - Heading to The Den - With Harley 


If Jed had a higher rank within the Tigers, he would probably have made a comment to the door's men about their lack of protocol. For all they knew he and Harley were shape shifters.... but he wasn't and so didn't truly have a say in such things. Besides, he was still trying to swallow back panic about his arm, and was glad when they were simply let through the doors without any real fuss. 


"Celebrate?" Jed repeated with interest, a hopeful smirk curving his mouth. He took care not to run into her when she stepped in front of him, but did make sure they were definitely breaking 'space bubble' barriers. Reaching up with his good hand to touch Harley's jaw, he nodded. "I couldn't think of a better way to spend my time." One niggling little fact skates across his mind, and Jed wondered if he wanted to be a buzz kill or not. Keeping Harley awake was kind of important at the moment. Not that Jed thought she would end up getting smashed and passing out before the mission was over, but whenever Alcohol came into play that's was usually Jed's personal green light of 'you're probably going to get some' and well... doing that wonderful deed was unfortunately exhausting. So just take it slow, numbskull. Don't get too handsy until the mission has either obviously failed or enough time has passed for them to have been successful. 


Preferring something a bit sweeter at the moment, and with a little less alcohol content, Jed got a large white bottle down from the cupboards. It was a wonder he didn't knock anything else over only having the one hand to handle the bottle, but somehow he managed. "Did you want Rumchata as well, Harley?" Jed inquired, having grabbed a couple shot glasses so that Harley wouldn't have to fetch her own. He then began to struggle with the task of twisting off a lid with one hand. Something that, though possible, was by no means an easy task. 


 @SirBlazeALot





Jaspar aka Noose - Seeking Spectres to Distract


Not for the first time, Jaspar found himself envying the abilities of his fellow Tigers. What good was his ability to the Tigers really? He was out of his element and despite being intelligent. without tools to make a distraction he was practically useless in Chikage's plan. Their leader had probably drawn a good few of the Spectres out, of course, but there were probably plenty more to distract and here Jaspar was, wandering down an alley while he figured out what to do. Running his fingers through his hair, he heaved a sigh and took a moment to just look around at his surroundings. Did he at least know his way home from here in case times got tough and he needed to escape this ghetto district?


Pretty sure home is back that way. Jaspar thought as he looked down an alley that had opened up next to him before continuing to stroll along. He picked his pace up to a jog until he reached a street with people. There was a heavy amount of blood on the ground that officials were working desperately to clean up and Jaspar wondered what Spectre had met with a sorry fate there; because there was no way a Tiger would be stupid enough to meet such a grisly end. He stayed back and watched, wondering if any spectres would show up in the area.  


((Figured I'd have Jaspar run across where Jed had transferred his wounds to that random bystander. By the way, the bystander was taken in an ambulance and is heading towards the hospital. Not sure if they'll survive their wounds yet or not.)) 


@Danoram @SirBlazeALot @BlueInPassing


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Donnovan aka NewDawn - Rose Disctrict - At the Bowling Alley with Memphis, Holly, and Zhi


Did Memphis really believe they had come to the bowling alley to bowl? Of course if they were regular teenagers on a normal outing that might make sense, but they were on a mission. Of course, after a moment, Donni realized the intelligence of at least bowling for a little bit. It would be odd and they would stick out like a sore thumb coming to a bowling alley and decidedly not bowling. Running fingers through his hair only to have the usual part flop back over his eye, he sighed. He was not good at bowling. He did not enjoy bowling. It was not something he wanted to be doing with Holly. But whether Memphis knew it or not, he was right to think that playing a game would be a good idea. 


I wonder if it's too late to play the 'grouchy friend drug to play bowling against their will', Donni pondered, knowing very well that that behavior would be on the side of petulant but not caring for a moment. But seeing Memphis' enthusiasm made him reconsider. Pulling out his own wallet, he wondered what Memphis meant when he asked Holly about a wallet. Then again, Donnovan hadn't seen where she had pulled the cash from. I guess I should be grateful for once that my family isn't scraping the bottom, despite mother not exactly doing well as a single parent. Donnovan considered idly while he pulled out the exact amount it would cost to buy a pair of shoes down to the very penny. "So Memphis, are you any good at Bowling? What about you, Holly? Do you have a particular talent for knocking pins over with a physical object?" 


@Danoram @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot


/monthly_2016_07/8f02ecbd10afa9f73fe0b365b428ce7f2.jpg.ceaeaca997a9cfc1e8494dfa53e6d672.jpgLyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - Ascension, 3rd Floor Dojo - Leaving the Meeting


There were so many reasons to love Nixon, but more then anything Lyre admired the man because of his heart. His actual ability to show that he cared and be up front with people seemed to break down that 'men can't be emotional' barrier that a lot of guys seemed to have, and allowed him to actually show said emotions in public displays of affection. Of course, this wasn't to say Lyre was chasing after Nixon in a romantic sense; just that she beyond appreciated his ability to be the best kind of friend. Getting an arm around him so that he was fully part of the hug, Lyre held on for a little while longer before pulling away. 


"Lets go get something to eat! And rescue Nixon's bag from being lost!" She declared with a smile, trying to cheer up the dark situation. 


@Danoram  @NyxNightmare


((Peyton is stalking the cute crew ,Umm is doing her own thing, Keagan is rallying his force of bugs, Eliza is hanging out with Emelia!, waiting for Russ to post Oliver, Niki is with Valentine & Yurie heading to Darin's cafe-currently waiting on Yurie @TaraSobiki, Waiting on Evey to post for Dale, Sean is off looking for other Spectres))

 

[Danoram]

Nakazajo "Raging Ogre" Chikage





Location: (West District) | Interacting/Mentioned: Summer, Asad, Cato, (Delson, Aidan)


/monthly_2016_10/57f80d5d9af67_Chikage1.jpg.c2d035b3d70ae2618e89765dccdfaaa7.jpgSitting in the corner of an empty room, except for a nearby pile of rubble in the center of it, slightly illuminated by what's left of the day's light shining through a gaping hole in the ceiling, Chikage inspected his hands. 


     He had his elbows propped up on his knees, expression stoic.


Often, when he uses his chi abilities it feels as though he's trembling despite being able to see that he's clearly not. 


A frustrated sigh escaped him as a sudden vibration shot through his left ass cheek, and he quickly lifted up to retrieve his phone, clicking the screen on and reading Delson's text.


     Chikage chewed a nail in thought. He couldn't quite describe Leon because of how dark it was during their encounter, but putting that time and Aidan's picture from earlier together helped. 


Leon was a fairly tall guy with dark hair--kind of looked like the quiet type, and had scales like that of a fish all over his face. 


Chikage couldn't picture the guy's eye color or exact hair color, but he could describe his style. His hair was parted in a way that made most of it cover his right eye, and that's about it. That's all the leader could come up with before sending his text, only to type another to Aidan requesting that he deliver the blurry photograph of their damsel in distress to the others.


     Then, after realizing no Spectres had shown up yet, Chikage stood to his feet and scratched the back of his head while looking around. His light pole was lost beneath the rubble that once laid atop of him, as well. Not that he could complain considering he caused it.


"...Perhaps no one noticed?"





In that moment was when the rest of the already battered building decided to collapse. Chikage's doing was only a jump-start to its demise, for it would've happened sooner or later in the end. 


The leader was quick to escape any sudden doom, jumping every which way while seeking out the stairs, finding them and descending downwards by riding the railing like a slide, off of which he jumped in time to barrel roll out of the building before it was nothing but a used to be. 


     Chikage held a hand atop of his head with a gaping expression, looking to be in slight disbelief of what just happened. Everyone within his range of vision was gone, no longer a distraction in case of a fight. He inhaled deeply and coughed while checking himself over for any unnoticed injuries, then made sure his phone was still in his back pocket. 


     Off in the distance, you could hear the low growling of an approaching vehicle of sorts--probably a bike, which caused Chikage to turn and face the direction from where he assumed it to be coming.


He narrowed his eyes and coughed again. The dust had yet to completely settle.


     Eventually, the approaching motorcycle was within view, but before that, the girl from earlier was recognized, and Chikage knew just who they were. Spectres. What fun. 


He had to think up another plan... but what? Maybe he could start a trivia game for them; it might serve as a good distraction if they're really as dumb as the rumors say. If only he hadn't lost his hostage, then he would definitely be at an advantage. There wasn't time to sulk over such a thing, though, for someone was already making a move. 


     Chikage prepared himself as the tall blond approached. He didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, but from what the leader could see... the guy was a weapon, himself. "What the hell...?" He had never seen a cyborg before until now, and honestly it was kind of cool. All Chikage had were discolored childhood scars making him look like some wrinkly old grandpa.


When Summer spoke up, the Tiger Leader raised a brow. She wasn't speaking to him, exactly, but it felt like she was by the tone of her voice. Rather than be offended or angry towards her, though, Chikage only found it endearing. He couldn't help but give a cheesy smile 


     "So like, what gives, where are, like, your butt buddies?" Summer asked, but before Chikage could respond, a guy wearing a helmet joined in.


"Jurriaan?" The Leader tilted his head with curiosity. A second later, he snapped a finger and lightly grinned, "Ah~ You mean the blond kid?..."Chikage chuckled, pausing so he could think of something to say, then continued, "He's fine. Just a hostage, is all. You shouldn't have to worry about him as long as my goal here is met." Dark green eyes scanned over the three Spectres. This isn't the first time Chikage has stood to face multiple opponents at a time, so he wasn't too nervous. However, he was cautious, not being one to underestimate others.


     His shoulder has already tasted some of Summer's unique abilities; she's a fast one, but the other two are a complete mystery. Even so, the leader's plan is not to engage in combat, but is instead to stall.



@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel @BlueInPassing

Emelia "Shakespeare" Dawson
​

Location: (Rose District) | Interacting/Mentioned: Eliza & Lionel


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After arriving at Lionel's home, Emelia had Lionel's wife fix them up so that they still looked killer... but bad enough to be mistaken as Black Cobras. 


     Emelia wore something like this with her hair up in a sloppy bun, and a pair of black and white, striped leggings. Her wristband which held her spikes remained strapped around her right arm, and she also still had her pouch. The pouch is for whenever she manages to get a hold of someone's DNA. In it are several vials as long and wide as her pinkie finger, some with labels stating whose DNA they hold, while the majority are empty.


     Eliza doesn't know it, but one of the vials Emelia has contains a thin strand of Eliza's hair. Surprisingly, she doesn't have anything of Jeddidia's, but she does have an eyelash of Chikage's. 


They were once again in the back seat of Lionel's car, driving towards their destination; Evergate Shopping Mall. Emelia's attention was focused downwards at her phone, which displayed a long article titled "20 Poets on the Meaning of Poetry". 


     "'Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted'," she quoted, glancing over at Eliza for a second, then back. "I like that. Do you?"


     A mere second for an answer was given before the girl spoke up again, "Oh! This one is nice, as well... 'Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words'. That is a quote by Robert Frost; not my most favored poet, but a good one, indeed."


@RubyRose 








Archie "Cock" Babcock







Location: (West District) | Interacting/Mentioned: Iza, (Melony), (Jaspar)



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Archie gave Iza a weird look at the way she was acting--furrowing one brow while lifting the other and sporting a closed, crooked smile. 


     He adjusted his bag over his shoulder and laughed, "Ah you sure, mate?" 


Don't think he didn't note the girl's redder-than-usual cheeks, either. Something was up with Iza, and Archie most definitely noticed. He had a good idea of what it could be, also, considering this kind of behavior is the norm for when he's using his chi on people.


     "I shouldn’t go big for a while since I was… you know… fighting. Instead of watching. Like some people…" she stated, sending a gentle punch to the Australian's shoulder, which he intentionally leaned into, then backed out of as though she had put much more effort into it. 


     He immediately turned away as she darted off while nodding his head with a high-handed wave, grinning, "Got it. Got it. Stay safe, yeah?" 


The pace at which he ran started off hastily until he realized that Melony was long gone, causing him to slow to a lousy walk, lightly laughing. "Makes sense, dunnit." 


Archie was excited for some action, but at the same time, he couldn't care less whether something actually happened or not. Honestly, he was more interested in testing his theory to Iza's strange behavior than anything.


     Little did he know that pulling out his phone to check his messages would send him so easily in the wrong direction. It only took him a minute to catch on upon seeing a few distinct road signs before he turned right back around, taking a convenient shortcut. 


Archie wiped a hand down his face and shook his head. The alley he walked down was very narrow, but nothing of an inconvenience. He made sure not to let his bag scrape against the brick structures at his sides, though, then by the time he popped out onto the sidewalk, the guy only found himself quickly turtle-necking back out of the view of a sudden group of city officials. 


     Leaning against the wall, he peeked around the corner and furrowed his brow. "Bloody fuckin' 'ell, mate. Looks like you got tha shittah didn't ya..." 


Archie was thankful that the bloody mess on the ground was not his own; though, he totally felt for the sorry soul to whom it did belong.


     Luckily, getting out a lot currently helped the Australian to know that there was an alleyway leading right around this little running into. He sunk a few steps back, then turned to face the right way, adjusting his bag again while not knowing that a Tiger resided just moments within contact.


@RubyRose @SirBlazeALot

 

[NyxNightmare]

Warren/Spade - White Tigers/Member
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The man found Del's response to his teasing rather amusing. Most guys tended to simply roll their eyes and possibly attempt to bare their fangs at him. He had to admit that he could get on people's nerves at times. Though he knew Del was joking, and he himself was joking, aye, Del was completely tap-able. But perhaps he was a bit too fuckboi-ish for Spade's personal taste. Still, he couldn't deny the enjoyment he was feeling because of his presence. Leaning back to allow Del to observe the scene across from them, he himself wondered who they were supposed to rescue. Like a needle in a haystack? He mentally questioned. At Del's medieval onset, Spade felt the corners of his lip curve up into a smile. Leave it to Del to play right into his made up fantasies. At least someone wasn't all moody and serious on this mission. It was so much more entertaining if he was playing with others. 


Kneeling, Spade spoke valiantly, "It's an honor. Thee shall'nt fail." He rose again as he heard Del's phone buzz. It must be the King indeed. Spade would rather be chilling at home with a good spicy novel, but it looked like it was about time to roll. Leave the planning to Del, Spade trusted his intuition. A wispy gray and white smoke swirled around his fingertips. "I shall lay thy life on the line for the kingdom." Nobody was simply going to hand this guy over. And if this mission was going to have any chance at all going smoothly, Spade would have to perform at the best of his abilities. This was two against who knows how many. Heh. Now this should be fun. Let the show begin.....


  @SirBlazeALot

 
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Vixa/Hummingbird - Blue Dragons/Healer
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Despite all of the negativity beginning to cloud her mind, Lyre's words moved her a bit. Brave of me? Vixa had never really considered herself the brave type. It sounded much too like the heroines of adventure comics, or even the knights in her fantasy themed video games. She might be a hero then, but it's just a game right? It wasn't real. It was never real. Just as she was about to give into the despair, when she felt warm arms around her. Her eyes widened slightly, as she immediately melted into the hug. How comforting, and, Vixa adored hugs. Any pain, sadness, or discomfort she was feeling would be banished by the warmth of a hug. "Lyre...." She squeaked with emotion. For being the gang's healer, sometimes it seemed as if others were healing her more than she did them. Lyre really was very caring, and loving, and friendly, Lyre was the best! The hug only grew more intense with Nixon joining them. The three of them must have looked weird just hugging randomly, and Vixa could see passerby's staring. She began to smile, the gloomy thoughts nowhere to be found. "Thanks guys." She wiped away the tears that had threatened to fall earlier. Nodding at Lyre's comment about food and Nixon's bag, she became hyped up again and jumped up and down like a bunny rabbit."Yes! Let's go let's go!" She took hold of Lyre's and Nixon's hands and began walking forward. It might seem like she was doing this because she was being friendly. But really, it was so she wouldn't get lost or fall behind. Because that seemed to happen a lot. 
  @Danoram  @RubyRose

(I'll post for Iris and Aya later. Short on time, sorry it's not much this time.)

 

[hosaki]

Russ Coleman
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"Quicksilver" | Member of Black Cobras
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Location: West District


Interacting With: Audence and Oliver 



 

Yep, yep. This place was better than Astro Burger after all. Russ reclined back with a self-satisfied smile. If something like this could make Oliver happy, then maybe he could be a good upperclassman once in a while. Snatching up a spare menu, he began leafing through it, paying only half a mind to the conversation. However, at the mention of last night, he perked up. These topics always excited him because they were chances for him to feel in the loop.


"Oh, that! Of course we heard about it. You started a fight in White Rose!" 


Several customers shot strange looks their way, some hostile now that they were aware of the hooligans in their midst. Russ didn't seem to mind their stares, or even notice them really. He leaned forward, pulling the menu close with a conspiratorial smile. "See anything interesting? I'm sure you killed the fight." He chuckled darkly at this: with Audence, someone just might have been killed. Thinking on his words again, joking about murder was highly inappropriate. In fact, he much preferred it if nobody had actually died. The boy straightened and adopted a more serious expression, though his tone remained light. "Just don't start something here, you know? We have to lie low or else the alliance will fall through. I almost fucked things up pretty badly myself, so give this poor second year a break~"


He'd rather not face an angry Iris again. A chill ran down his spine when he remembered the way she'd glared at him. Gotta stop thinking about that, Russ chanted in his mind, although he could feel a cold sweat beginning to form on his brow. Food. Food would make him feel better. He fumbled to put the menu down and raised a hand to beckon for the waiter... but withdrew upon realizing that the waiter serving today was a woman, not the guy he was used to seeing. 


"Uh... Do you want to get something too, Olives?"


@Danoram @RubyRose

Hayley Fang
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"Ramen Rider" | Member of Red Specters
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Location: West District


Interacting With: Allie, Aya, and Spade's ghostly army


 

Hayley's eyes followed the weapon that soon became a ruby glint in the distance. The target had halted, which meant her companion's blade had met its mark, or at least been close to meeting its mark. That was pretty good marksmanship. Not just good, but extraordinary, she felt compelled to admit. The girl would have given Aya an appraising look if the man weren't sitting behind her, making such a thing difficult to accomplish. Instead, she decided to show her gratitude by making the most of the chance Aya had given her. She tuned out most of Allie's ridiculous exhortations, having already pegged the bespectacled man as another weirdo to simply bear with, and pushed her moped to start up in pursuit.


Unfortunately, the appearance of the non-corporeal figure that only Allie had seen was only the precursor to their troubles. The trio didn't even have the pleasure (or the disappointment) of charging onto the (now empty) scene, before they were swarmed by - "What the heck?" Were those... armored men on horses? Hayley looked to others: were they seeing what she was seeing? Some of the Specters did drugs, but Hayley was certain that she was clean... Could drug fueled hallucinations be contagious? 


"You've got to be kidding me..." It didn't feel like it was the first time she'd said that today. They were entirely surrounded by men on horseback wielding swords. Fucking swords. What time period was this? Hayley wiped at her forehead in frustration. After years of restaurant work, she'd thought she'd seen it all -- all kinds of outrageous people stumbling into their shop in the wee hours of the morning asking for kung pao chicken when the sign clearly said that this was a noodle house. Apparently not.


"Get ready to head east," she hissed. There were simply too many of them to fight off. Hayley pulled out a smoke bomb and set the fuse alight with some regret before throwing it among the crowd. Those things costed money. "I'm going to trust you to cut open a path." If Aya's feat from before had not been a fluke, he would prove to be a great asset to the group.


@theglassangel @NyxNightmare

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley AKA “The Bender” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Escaping West District[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Jed & I guess anyone else at the Den other than the hibernating lesbians?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oo~ I see Gigi isn’t the only mind reader around here! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Yes please[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley chirped cheerfully as she took a pulled up a seat on a bar stool. Female Harley preferred sweeter drinks. The Tigers usually didn’t bring beer into The Den unless it was some high class shit, but Harley still hated the taste. And the harder spirits were preferred in her male form. Had she been in her male form, he probably would have said something like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Fuck that pansy shit! Bring out the Henny![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Despite the macho showboating her male form could never actually handle the hard liquor he drank due to being quite small and inexperienced. The creamy sweet taste of Rumchata was exactly what Harley needed to have a good time and remain conscious. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She let Jed be a gentleman and pour the shots for them but… damn that arm. Harley instinctively held the bottle still for him so it would be easier to get the cap off. She didn’t call attention to it other than giving him a warm smile. That’s what partners do after all, they help each other. It speaks volumes that both of them had realized by now that tending to Jed’s arm should be their first matter to attend to, yet here both of them are at the bar. They both decided--for different reasons--that their priority now was to get some liquor in their system before they actually did anything about it the bum arm. Anyone looking from the outside in would see very clearly why the two of them got on so well. [/SIZE]


 


 


 



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]   [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer AKA “Limelight” & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad AKA “The Blood Knight”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cato & Chikage[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Chikage’s ominous explanation had both Summer and Asad on edge. While Summer scoffed and glared, she folded her arms and started to scheme how to approach this best. On her end, the sun was going down, and she’d already used at least half (if she had to guesstimate) of her juice just from flying to the Survivor and then to this building. In order to be any use in this fight, she had to conserve the rest of her solar energy and absorb as much of it as she possibly could while the sun was still up. But a fight might not even be the right way out of this. Or at least, not immediately. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]What the fuck is he planning? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] As she brainstormed ways to manipulate Chikage’s puny male brain, as she was apt to do, Asad threw all of her careful planning away by immediately resorting to aggression.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Because Asad wasn’t fucking around. He wasn’t just going to stand here and let this fedora wearing asshole mentally toy with them until it was the perfect time to reveal his master plan like some kind of corny James Bond villain. Asad kicked down his kickstand and got off his bike. Both of his hands lit up with ethereal blades and hard light constructs assembled around his body to form a sort of segmented armor covering his vitals with particular focus on his chest. This took all of his Chi to accomplish, as he normally armored himself with a lot less and focused on the strength of his blades instead. However, it wasn’t lost on him that this guy just destroyed a building by himself. And now was not the time to be taking any L’s.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I’m not playing [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]fucking games[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] here, bro...” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he warned as he began to circle the Tiger. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“This is your last warning! Where’s Juri--!!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad cut himself off and hoped that his “last warning” schtick had lulled the Tiger into a false sense of security before he sprang into battle with intent to stab Chikage.  [/SIZE]


 





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del AKA “Mr. Nice Guy”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Rooftop adjacent to the Survivor[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Spade[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I knew I could count on thee,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del replied with a grin, though it was obscured by his mask. His phone buzzed again, and he confirmed Spade’s suspicions. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ah[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. It is our King.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Delson read over the description and tried to commit it to memory. A guy who looks like a fish would be pretty hard to miss, and if anything, look for a tall guy with an emo haircut. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Okay, I can do that.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del nodded to himself and returned his phone to his pocket. He peeped over the ledge to see if anything new was happening in the Survivor. The room where most of them had been began to clear out a little, but not completely. It was such a tall building and the fish guy could be anywhere. If anything, Del decided that this mission would take time. He would have to search the entire building for the guy while being careful to avoid as many Spectres as possible. This plan gave him an idea of exactly how to use Spade. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright Sir Spade, grant me your wisdom in regards to this strategy I’ve concocted.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He directed Spade to join him in peaking over the edge at the bottom of the Survivor.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “You summon your unholy forces down there and raise hell. However! You must stay unseen for as long possible, for I’ll need you to buy time while I…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del began to snicker before he jokingly finished,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “...[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]rescue the princess[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. For the ghostly barbarians’ tower has many rooms and it reaches toward the sky! I will need as much time as you can afford to find the princess. The fewer barbarians I run into, the better.”  [/SIZE]


 





@NyxNightmare @BlueInPassing @Danoram @RubyRose @theglassangel @Leaf Fi @Corgi @TaraSobiki


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glasper’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] waiting for Evey to get home.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Tsu[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in one of the training rooms in Ascension calling the Dragons that didn’t show up to the meeting.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vlad [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is shopping for fish accessories with Keimi. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Gigi[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in lesbian hibernation. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is at Cafe MewMew. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is returning to The Survivor. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vaughn [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is being a degenerate with Steph. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is impersonating her creator with Dale & Evey. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is at the bowling alley with Zhi, Donni, & Holly. Everyone else is pretty irrelevant and can be dropped in for whatever y’all need if they’re needed or something. ([/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]T.K.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cielo[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Wit[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px])[/SIZE]


 

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Jed_S.jpg.9ca141fb1362cf4e8954fbf3021bbdbb.jpgJeddidia aka NightShade - Heading to The Den - With Harley 


The subtle ways Harley found of helping him had Jed's mouth curving into a soft smile. At least she wasn't calling him out, or forcing him to go get it taken care of. It was one of the things he appreciated most about Harley. When it came to each other, they were both mind readers. The even nicer thing about Harley being in female form was that Jed felt safe to have a sweeter drink, which is what he was really wanting right then. If Harley were a guy, Jed would feel pressured to drink some of the harder spirits... not something he minded so much most of the time but at the moment he just wasn't in the mood to get smashed quickly. He wanted to take his time, celebrate like Harley suggested, and enjoy it to the fullest.


Holding the shot glass out to clink with Harley's and giving her a nod, which was proper shot taking etiquette -or so he'd been told- he knocked it back and relished the smooth slide of the drink down his throat. He immediately refilled it, and knocked back a second before turning to Harley, expression as 'relaxed' as he could make it. "Think there's anyone in the base that might know what to do about this arm?" He finally asked, trying not to sound as concerned as he was feeling. Okay, so he didn't really have enough of a buzz to excuse him being a wimp but the panic he was tamping down was ruining the beginning buzz and he knew he was not going to be able to have a good time until he knew that his arm was going to be okay. "Not that I'm worried or anything, but it's getting kind of annoying just dangling there, the way it is."  


 @SirBlazeALot





Jaspar aka Noose - Seeking Spectres to Distract - Inquiring after Archie's Accent


Hearing a rather ridiculous accent, Jaspar couldn't help but head towards the pink haired man speaking it. Tapping the guy on the shoulder, Jaspar found no reason not to be civil if it meant answering his curiosity. The way the guy spoke was so odd, he couldn't help but be fascinated.


"Where did you gain such a fascinating way of speaking?" He inquired, arms folded over his very non tiger outfit, long blonde hair situated so it spilled down his back. He spent a long moment sizing the guy up, very aware that the guy was of proper age to be a Spectre. So perhaps he could plan to cause some trouble after they talked. Or perhaps chatting was thinking on his feet. It meant he wouldn't be fighting and it wasn't like he was obviously a tiger. So maybe he could keep this one guy distracted. And if it turned out he wasn't a Spectre, well Jaspar may still learn something.   [COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)] [/COLOR]


[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]Though he was, usually, revolted at the thought of wasting time on anyone such an atrocious accent needed understanding. And maybe this guy knew a little bit about whatever had happened to cause the blood on the street. Knowledge was always a good way to spend time. [/COLOR]


@Danoram 



/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Eliza_S.jpg.5ec46f48c09db872d8687f612b391c8f.jpgEliza aka PowerUp - White Rose Disctrict - In Emelia's Car - Chatting with Emelia 


Eliza was working so hard to be a good guest; smiling and thanking Lionel's wife for helping them out. This is what Eliza got to wear, and was super excited about because it had really cute bows. She had dark gray make-up done in a smokey eyes smile which Eliza thought made her look older, and she wasn't sure if that was a goo thing or not. On the bright side, she got to keep wearing her white tights and her black boots. She was happy with the outfit, but even happier that underneath the adorable hat her hair was up in pig tails with cute black and white ribbons. 


Listening to Emelia quote from the book, Eliza furrowed her brows and tried to understand. "Like smoothing out a wrinkle? Or ripple in the water?" She inquired softly, not really asking Emelia; more puzzling over what it was supposed to mean. "Robert Frost... that's a super cool poetic name, right? Robert is like old and tried and true and Frost is just so pretty. It's like the letters are a pale blue and chilled when I think of them." Eliza said, grasping on to what she could understand a little better. "But I mean... Poetry is like a song, right? In fact, song lyrics are often poetry with music... so ... but I mean, poetry isn't just emotions, it can be stories. Do you know any poetry that are specifically about emotions, Emmie?" 


@Danoram



Lyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - Heading to the Noodle Place where Nixon left his Bag


Leading the way out of the Dojo, Lyre really couldn't keep the smile from her face. If it wasn't enough to have who she considered to be one of her best friends around, she was also getting more time to get to know Vixa better. Of course she knew the girl, and found her precious (which was odd because she was cute without being short) but she always loved getting to know people better. She was truly all about spending time with the people who either didn't wish for things, or find her odd because of her chi. All was going well, hand clasped with Vixa's, grinning over at Nixon and Hummingbird.her and Nixon. Being in public didn't seem all that daunting. And then, of course, someone just had to make a wish and Lyre was reminded why she can't stand being out in public surrounded by people. 


With a sigh, Lyre gave in to the impulse to be pulled towards the person making a wish. "Sorry guys, this will only take a moment. I hope." She kind of pulled Vixa and Nixon along with her not entirely on purpose, just because she wasn't thinking about it much. It was an older gentleman and for a minute, Lyre was concerned, until she heard the man's wish. 


"I wish I had the money for a grande cappuccino." 


Lyre rolled her eyes, running fingers through her curly hair and released Vixa's hand to stand in front of the guy. "Would you like me to grant your wish?" 


As usual, the guy looked surprised and then took a way too long moment to respond. Feeling a bit self conscious with Vixa and Nixon there, she at least attempted a friendly smile even though she was irritated. What a ridiculous thing to wish for... at least it was easy. 


"Would you?" 


I don't really have a choice. "Of course." Lyre said, and though she didn't feel the change, she knew she now had horns. And the outward public would notice she turned blue even though she, herself, was a little clueless to that change. "Would you rather I give you the money or actually go get you the coffee?"


"Would you mind going and getting it for me?"


It was such a struggle to keep that smile. "Not at all." She turned towards Nixon and Vixa. "Hope you guys don't mind.. comes with the territory of being me." Lyre said, giving them a tired smile. Why she thought going out in public was a good thing? She didn't know...  


@Danoram  @NyxNightmare



/monthly_2016_10/spider_boy_by_anastasiamou4-d6l3hda.jpg.jpe.5034dd06ab96bb8dbdbed84e446e79c4.jpeOliver aka Onyx - Hanging with Russ & Audence


Usually Oliver found himself pretty lucky to have just a few people hang out with him, but today he had gotten to spend time with 3 other Cobras. And one actually argued the point that Cobra members like Dale should even spend the time with him. Truly, Oliver was just happy to have Russ and Audence tolerating his presence. He was working so hard not to be his 'gross' self so as not to scare them away. Not that he found himself gross, but it's what his parents said when his fascination with death and other 'repulsive' things became a little too obvious. "Thanks Audence, but I'm glad just to be a Cobra. I don't really need all the Cobras to like me as long as there are cool people like you and Russ." Amazingly, he was able to get that all out in one breath. Unfortunately, his illness made itself known and he began coughing once more. He at least covered his face with his shirt to make sure he wasn't getting sick germs everywhere. 


Nodding along, Oliver attempted to just try and breathe without chocking up his organs and sighed when the wave seemed to have left him. "You did your best, Russ, and I bet it could have worked under different circumstances." He said, though he wasn't entirely sure how Russ had messed up. Just that Iris had not been impressed with him. "I was really hoping to get some of the soup you said was so great. Tomato is supposed to be good for you when you're sick; almost as good as chicken noodle." He said. "Did you guys know that the symptoms you feel when you're sick is really your body fighting the illness and not the illness itself?" He asked, one of the fascinating things he had learned in some of the research he'd done. 


"So wait, did we win the fight? I don't remember finding out if we won the fight or not..."


@BlueInPassing @Danoram


((Peyton is stalking the cute crew ,Umm is doing her own thing, Keagan is rallying his force of bugs, Niki is with Valentine & Yurie heading to Darin's cafe-currently waiting on Yurie @TaraSobiki, Waiting on Evey to post for Dale, Sean is off looking for other Spectres, Donnovan is with Zhi, Holly, and Memphis, Male-ony is heading to the collapsed building))

 

[NyxNightmare]

Iris/Crimson Avenger-Black Cobras/Second in Command
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Was it good? Of course. If it was one thing she was impeccable at, it would be cooking. Allowing the sauce to cool, she had already prepared plenty of sauce. More noodles. So Remiel is really going through with this. The decision wasn't surprising. It was perhaps, very Remiel-like. Yes, most definitely. Grabbing more ingredients from the cupboards, the second in command began shifting around, in search of a larger pot. Remiel's question about the Cardinal's number hardly cached her off guard. Iris always seemed to be prepared for everything. Her mind was often at work, going through each possible outcome and route she could think of from an event. Failing would never be an option. Her eyes lit up as she found the treasure she had been searching for. Grasping her arms around the large pot, she brought it up and placed it upon the stove. Without glancing over at her leader, she read out the Cardinal's number for him. Yup, clearly memorized. Pouring water into the pot, she turned the heat up and awaited the boil. She couldn't quite place it, but she felt a dark pit growing in her stomach. Something wasn't right. She just wasn't sure of what. Her eyes watched Remiel on his phone with curiosity. Iris didn't know anything about the Cardinal's personality, it would be too weird if she did. Where she made just about everything her business, spying on other gang leaders wasn't particularly her thing. Though she had to admit....the Dragon's leader had some fine hair.


Having the Spectres over for dinner was a marvelous idea to formally discuss an alliance. Especially when pasta was involved. Who could turn down pasta? Now, which route would take place? 


    @theglassangel  

Aya/Cryptic - Red Spectres/Member
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Seeing the figure disappear in the distance, Aya grinned with confidence. Yes! He still had it in him. Well, why wouldn't he? Despite his young age, he was not to be taken lightly. There were limits to his abilities, sure. But that merely lied with the amount of blood that Aya could use up. Now that he actually had a chance to think about it, (because being suddenly turned into a guy causes you to seriously start questioning your entire life) his chi was quite gruesome. That white haired gender molester from earlier had freaked out in disgust. Is it really that troubling to witness? It's not like I'm cutting myself for fun....great. I must not seem feminine or cute at all huh? Taking a moment to feel his chest, he let out a short sigh. This was definitely the opposite of cute and feminine by all means. The real sad part was that his chest was even more absent than it originally had been...! A bit of gloom settled over him. Then, he was ushered on by Allie's ever-most enthusiastic way of speaking. No, he would never get used to it. Just how could someone be so energetic? But he didn't have time to ponder the nagging question. If Aya was ever not quite himself, it would be with Allie. Why he went along with her he could never truly understand himself. 


Nobody got far, as an army of war figures rushed towards the three. What?? Confusion washed over him like an icy wave. Just what were these?? An illusion? A masterpiece from the target? With so many, it was going to be a challenge to avoid them. But at this rate they were going to lose the direction of the mysterious figure. In his moment of hesitation, Hayley had detonated a smoke bomb. Right, cut open a path! Time to play Moses! Using his bladed fan, he cut into his arm, leaving a thin trail of red liquid. Forming two blood blades, he sent them spiraling through the smoke and air. Like parting the red sea, the figures dispersed to the side. "Quickly! Ride through while we can!" He called. If it had just been himself, it would have been an easy feat to encase himself with the sharp blades in order to pass through. However, encasing three people was a different story. far too much blood loss. So this method would have to do.  Aya felt bad for whoever they would be running into. It was true the bike hero and him had been duped. Their guard was left down. But not this time. No, this time they would be prepared. Having run into Hayley had proved very useful. With her chi, tracking this mysterious figure would be a cinch. On the run with Hayley and Allie, Aya had to question himself once more. Just when did I become so involved with others??? It was a mystery indeed. Well, adapting to odd situations was his forte. But this day really took the cake given his physical circumstances. 


@BlueInPassing @theglassangel

(I'll post for Spade and Vixa tomorrow. )
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