Main Thread [NG]

[NyxNightmare]

 
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Warren/Spade - White Tigers/Member
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So the king had sent  his orders. Well, the contents didn't matter to Spade as long as one of them knew what was going on and who to look for. Joining Del to gaze over at the HQ building, he couldn't help but chuckle at Del's words. Yes, he could definitely play the distracting role. He was always good at that after all. Without getting caught? Hmm. He did love to be the center of attention. So that would be boring. Nonetheless, it was important to be stealthy in this mission. For the sake of their king he would do his best. "Quite splendid of an idea m'lord. I shall'nt disappoint." Grabbing onto the railing, he flipped himself over, with a spirit to break his fall, Spade soundlessly stepped onto the ground. Slipping underneath some nearby bushes, he got comfortable. Now, this would be his playing field. 


The irritating problem with fighting with spirits for Spade was not being able to feel or witness every attack occurring. With the medieval army he had sent at his attacker from earlier, he had no idea if they had been a hit or miss. For all he knew, they could be tailing him right now. Yet, he wouldn't worry about that now. Taking in a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, releasing the wispy spirits from his finger tips. Spade. His nickname symbolized three important traits to him. Traits that represented him Air, intellect, and death. Back in history, the Spade was worn on the clothing of many soldiers as a psychological weapon to strike fear into others. Spade wouldn't be striking fear, not yet. His duty was to distract. Though he may not be raising hell, this should do...as a perfect distraction yes? 


The spirits he summoned, were geisha. And a fuck ton of them. Hah..! A bunch of pretty women dancing around, that should draw every bit of attention away from Del. But these weren't just any geisha. They were warrior geisha. Women of the historic era that worked as spies and assassins. If things got too suspicious, they would whip their swords and knives from their kimonos and attack. Even if they didn't posses the power to kill anyone, it was sure to stir something up. 


@SirBlazeALot

(I'm actually going to hold off on posting for Vixa until Dan gets the chance to reply.)

 
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[Danoram]

Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn





Location: Going to Kokoro's Sushi | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre & Vixa






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Nixon would've enjoyed for the three of their group hug to have lasted longer, but the evanescence of things like such are what make them so special. The feeling of the two girls in Nixon's arms gave him a strange sense of security, while at the same time he felt protective over them.


     Had Lyre not been one to pull away from the hug, Nixon would've carried it out until the sun went down. 


     "Lets go get something to eat! And rescue Nixon's bag from being lost!" The Genie insisted, turning up a smile on Nixon's face as he adjusted his right shoe using his left foot. He tapped his toes against the ground and brushed a hand through his hair, casually humming, "Hey, hey~"


     When Vixa marched forward, he allowed her to take hold of his hand and gently closed his grip around hers as they continued on.


     "It's a place called Kokoro's," he said. "There's this elderly man who tells some pretty unique short-stories working there."


The three walked for a minute hand in hand, Nixon's wide-eyed gaze flickering in every given direction as he pictured the stories of individual passer-by's lives.


     One woman, he spotted pacing down the sidewalk with a phone pressed against her cheek, supported by her shoulder. She seemed worn out by the expression on her face.


     Nixon assumed her to be working two separate jobs upon catching a quick glimpse of her stuffing into her purse a blue Kroger uniform, while the shirt she had on read Papa's Pizza, a deep red in color.


     By the lack of a ring around her finger, he figured she wasn't married, which only had him wondering if she had any children or anyone else to support. Two jobs just seems like a lot for one person... then again, what does he know? Of every subject in school, the only one he's managed to keep up on his own without the need of tutoring is English--Physical Education, too, but that's not asking much.


     As the woman disappeared around a corner, Lyre was suddenly pulling Vixa and Nixon towards a man, probably much older than them, who seemed down in the dumps, causing Nixon to raise a concerned brow. He was a little confused at first, but when the Genie's appearance took its usual change, he then knew what was going on. 


     Nixon wondered if Vixa was also familiar with Lyre's chi abilities, glancing down at her to see her reaction to the horns and blue skin. To him it was the coolest thing in the world. She'd have made a good character in the Avatar movie. "Like... the queen Avatar?" He thought to himself. "Maybe a princess."The idea was soon gone as quickly as it had came to mind, and Nixon all of a sudden seemed slightly irritated.


     He furrowed his brow at the wish-maker. 


Lyre took it upon herself to help him out. She dropped what she was doing to heed his pleads, and this guy, instead of just taking the money and getting the coffee he so desperately needs himself, he asks her to go and get it for him. 


     Before Nixon could voice his opinion on the situation, Lyre turned around with a tired smile and said, "Hope you guys don't mind.. comes with the territory of being me." 


Nixon's shoulders tensed up and he took a deep inhale through his nose, holding his breath, then letting it go with a shrug. "It's cool! We just need to hurry so we can find my bag, too. I need to delete my message history as soon as possible before anyone else happens across my phone, you know? Tsu would not be pleased." A hand was lifted for him to tug at the highest tip of his hair as he let out an awkward laugh, trying not to sound rude. He was genuinely nervous that someone had stolen his things, but didn't want to let it effect the way he treated his friends.


@RubyRose @NyxNightmare




(Quickly wrote for Nixon so Nyx could start on Vixa! Working on others as much as I can!)





- Suzumaki is training with her cousin. Joe is roaming around with Quinn looking for other Cobras. Keimi is buying fish accessories with Vladimir. Brooklyn is at the hospital. Boltius is walking the Southside Boardwalk. Leon is soon to be written for, and all of the others can be added in if needed! (Otie, Tara, and Miranda) -

 

[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]“Bottoms up~!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley chirped as their glasses clinked. She didn’t throw back shots in her female form, because she had yet to find a ladylike way to throw back shots. None of the other female Tigers had been any help, certainly not May and Gigi. Granted she never asked them directly, she had only ever watched, but whenever those two got around liquor it seemed like they were always competing to see who could get drunk faster, and then who could be the loudest once they were both drunk. So instead, she merely took hefty sips of the shot until the cup was empty. She set it down on the counter, expecting Jed to refill it once more. By the time she finished, Jed was already gulping down his second shot.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The idea that getting too drunk and falling asleep and undoing all of their hard work had completely gotten past Harley’s logical defenses, and she was ready to match however many shots Jed took and see where the alcohol lead them afterward. Preferably to a bed. However, instead of refilling her glass, she was met with a question. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah, I’ll bet it is,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she agreed and she leaned forward to poke Jed’s arm curiously. She equated it to memories of having a cavity filled and how weird it felt being unable to feel one side of your mouth for a while.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “We can always call a nurse?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley suggested. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Whenever one of the Tigers got hurt real bad, beyond the point where it would be acceptable to let another teenager like Jed or anyone else with restorative capabilities or first aid knowledge like Gigi fix it, the Tigers could always rely on the adult faction of the gang. After all, they were rich kids. The adults liked to keep their hand out of the teens’ affairs as much as possible in order to breed generations of resourceful Tigers. So requests for help were often denied by the adults, but in a situation like this Harley was sure they would send someone by to check him out. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You’re always taking care of other people when they get hurt, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]pluuuuus[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] A mischievous smile curled on Harley’s lips. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Don’t you think they would be interested in examining an injury that you couldn’t just pass onto someone else? I mean they know you’re the one who’s always helping people out and stuff so they won’t be mad! And you [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]know[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] how they are about unusual Chi!”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley was assuming that whatever the girl… or guy I guess… nah she was a girl when she fucked up his arm nevermind -- whatever the girl did to Jed’s arm had to be Chi related. How else could it be explained? That being said, whatever she did to Jed’s arm couldn’t last forever if it was Chi related. Or at least… it was unlikely. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I mean you could wait it out but like you said it’s annoying! And imagine this! What if that girl has a super extra special Chi ability and the grown ups are all like ‘Wow we’re[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] super[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] glad we found this chick and it’s all thanks to you Jed! Hey when you graduate you should join the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Death Squad[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!’ or whatever! You could get in their good graces early on!”   [/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: Spade & A bunch of Spectres[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“May fortune favor you,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del bid Spade farewell as he jumped over the building. He had to admit, Spade wasn’t as hard to tolerate as some of the other members of the Tigers. Aside from Tara, he found many of them to be grating, and some of them were outright impossible to adapt to. Like May. It didn’t matter how nice you were to May, she would just be a little bitch regardless. The only good thing about May was that she kept Gigi busy, which was a plus for him because having a mind reader around made a guy like him understandably uncomfortable. She knew how he really was on the inside by now and yet she hadn’t told anyone. It was unnerving, and he couldn’t help but feel like she was saving his little secret to blackmail him later. And the scary part is, Del knew that if she ever did she would be successful. But Spade? All you had to do with Spade was play along. And unlike other guys like Jaspar and Aidan, he didn’t feel the need to constantly compete with the guy. He was just a fun guy to be around.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He peered down over the ledge to see what Spade had cooked up for the Spectres. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Heh. Geisha. Nice.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He nodded in approval and waited until some idiot Spectres came out to examine the ethereal dancing women like idiot bandits in Skyrim. He let out a hefty sigh and said to himself, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Time to storm the castle then…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He looked to the windows of the Survivor, and perhaps it was the medieval roles he and Spade had taken on, but his first thought was that a prisoner would be kept at the top of the tower. There probably wouldn’t be as many Spectres there either. From there he could just work his way down until he found the Dragon. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]In a flash Del was off the roof and in the Survivor’s highest floor… where he ironically stumbled upon not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, but [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]5 [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Spectres. Two of them were making out in a corner, and the other three were passing around a bong.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “What the hell?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] One of the stoners looked up at the white masked man and another set down the bong. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Motherf--” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del began to sigh as all five of the Spectres halted their activities and stood up to fight the guy wearing a lot of white who appeared out of nowhere on the most desolate floor of the Survivor. There was nothing on the top floor because it made no sense to be up that high if something popped off. It would only take you hella long to get down.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del had to teleport immediately as one of the Spectres held their palm out and sent an energy blast his way. He appeared behind the couple that was formerly making out. Like a perfect gentleman, he rammed the girl’s head into the nearby wall as hard as he could manage and teleported before her partner could avenge her. Now he was by the stairwell. One of the stoners lunged for him and made what Del could only describe as a bear’s roar as fur began to grow all over the boy’s skin. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Gotcha!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del teleported at the last second and sent the bear guy tumbling down the stairs.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]His next jump landed him back by the couple’s corner, where he moved his head to dodge another bolt of energy from the blasting guy. Del’s weakness was ironically projectile attackers, especially when fighting multiple dudes. So he did the only thing he could do in this situation. He threw a shuriken into the guy’s neck. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Holy shit!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The third stoner cried. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“He killed Kenny!”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Pft! Seriously? That’s [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]seriously[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] his name?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del cocked his head and asked with a scoff, but the humorous moment was derailed when a kick from Make-Out Guy landed square on his head. Make-Out Guy went to grab Del’s collar, but Del teleported behind him just in time to get away. Or so he thought. As if Make-out guy knew where Del was going, he whipped around with lightspeed and elbowed him in the face.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Luckily the helmet blocked the blow, but Del was then subjected to a fury of punches to his chest as Make-Out Guy broke out some serious kung fu on him. Make-Out Guy knocked the wind out of Mr. Nice Guy and finished his epic combo with a kick so powerful Del was sent flying backward into a wall across the room. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You fucked up big time kitty cat,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Make-Out guy cracked his knuckles as he and the third stoner started walking over to Del. The third stoner spit on the ground and the saliva sizzled where it landed.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“That’s an understatement. This fuckboi killed Kenny yo,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] said Acid Spit Guy. Del groaned and sat up against the wall.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“C’mon that wasn’t really his name was it? I-It can’t be!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked with wry and strained laughter as he reached for two shuriken. The two Spectres sped up once they noticed Del going for his weapons, but Make-Out Guy fucked up big time when he put space between himself and Del. The first shuriken went right into Acid Spit Guy’s neck, and the second shuriken was thrown at the floor and ricocheted away. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You missed!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Make-Out Guy cried as he grabbed Del’s collar. He barely had time to pull back his fist before he grunted. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hurk[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del smirked and pulled the shuriken out from the back of Make-Out Guy’s neck. Make-Out Guy fell forward, still clinging to Del and struggling to hang on to him as his fingers became limp. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“No… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]no... [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I don’t miss.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del cooed softly in his ear as the paralyzing agent began to take effect. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]was just to impress your girlfriend before I drown her in your friend’s blood. But hey… so many of your friends have probably drowned already…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del shrugged with a small chuckle before finishing, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“...what’s one more~?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del whispered the words to Make-Out Guy venomously and laughed as he threw the completely limp Spectre off of him.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Next was Make-Out Girl, whom Del had noticed was coming to while Make-Out Guy and the now deceased Acid Spit Guy were coming for him. Instead of taking him head on, as soon as she sat up she made a break for it toward the stairwell. Del teleported behind her and pulled her back by her collar asking, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Where do you think you’re going, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]huh[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The girl shrieked and Del realized immediately why she was behaving like such a coward. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She’s not [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]really[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] a Spectre.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He covered her mouth and dragged her away from the stairwell as her legs gave out and she kicked and struggled against him. She made it so difficult that Del just teleported them back to the corner where she and Make-Out Guy had been doing their thing.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del backed Make-Out Girl into the corner and pressed her against the wall violently, making sure to keep his hand over her mouth. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Calm down, okay? You need to calm down. I’m not going to hurt you unless you make me, I promise.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del crooned gently and shushed her until she stopped struggling and whimpering and helplessly trying to knee him in the crotch despite having figured out by now that he was wearing a cup. When he released his hand from her mouth she exclaimed immediately,[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I’m not even one of them!”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I know sweetheart I know, but you hang out with them, right?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked softly as he started wiping away her tears.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Y-Yeah, s-sometimes,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] the fearful Make-Out Girl responded.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Do you know where they keep their uh… their prisoners?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“P-Prisoners!?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shhhhhhhh[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…sh sh sh sh!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del placed a finger over her lips and whispered, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“If you don’t keep your voice down… then I’m going to have to kill you… and neither of us want that, right sweetheart?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I-I’m sorry it’s just…I-I”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] the girl began to shake before revealing,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I-I didn’t even know they d-did stuff like that…”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The serene and compassionate tone Del was speaking in became flat.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “You don’t know?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he repeated dryly. Make-Out Girl nodded and was immediately met with a slap to the face. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You’re [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]lying[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! So help me God I will--”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Make-Out Girl yelped and reached up to clutch her face.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I-I’m not lying I swear! I sw-sw-swear I didn’t[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] kno-o-owww[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She began to break down and crumbled in Del’s arms. He threw his head back and sighed before patting her on the back to soothe her as she cried into his chest.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“It’s okay. I believe you sweetheart,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del replied softly. Then he turned around and threw her to the ground. He quickly straddled the poor girl and tossed away his shuriken so he could stifle her breathing by choking her. A sinister giggle sounded underneath the helmet as she looked up at him with a look of betrayal and absolute terror. Then, Delson Landa pulled his fist backward and punched the defenseless girl square in that pathetic little face she made at him. And then he did it again. And again. And again until the girl’s face was swollen beyond recognition and the whole thing was a bloody mess and she was no longer moving. Whether she was passed out or dead made no difference to Del.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He stood up shaking his fist off and breathing heavily. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Motherfucker…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he groaned and winced as he took off his helmet and placed it on Make-Out Girl’s face. Del stole an RSHS baseball cap from Kenny with a snicker.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “That’s what you get for being so god damn poor, Kenny,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del joked callously in an Eric Cartman voice and went for the stairs. Bear Stoner was still down there, and Del stole the guy’s red hoodie and pulled it on over his white shirt. He put the hood up over the hat and then knelt down and felt Bear Stoner’s neck for a pulse. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ah, you’ll be fine,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he announced before plunging a shuriken into Bear Stoner’s neck and standing up straight with a stretch. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Motherfucker[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], I’ve gotta take a karate class or something,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he grumbled as he headed down the stairs. He pulled the baseball cap down and shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket to conceal the blood and a few shuriken in case shit popped off. He found a plastic bag inside the hoodie and when he pulled it out to see what was inside, he was delighted to find that he just scored some marijuana. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Aw sweet! [/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. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is engaging Chikage in combat and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer’s [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]not happy about it. 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]

 

[hosaki]

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


Interacting With: Allie and Aya

Hayley gripped the handlebars and leaned forward as if it would give her the momentum needed to break through the crowd of bodies. Even with Aya by her side, she still expected some level of resistance, so imagine her surprise when they ghosted through as if passing through mist. She supposed she should have been grateful for the ease of passage, but in that moment, all she could think was "This must be what death feels like". A chill ran up her spine and gripped her skull with cold fingertips, invisible and viselike. The air around them carried a heavy dampness, reminiscent of her restaurant's moldering storage room after a cold spring shower, which seeped into her ears and her mouth and her lungs; she found that she could no longer hear or speak or breath. Eerie silence prevailed, along with a growing pressure in her eardrums that caused her to squeeze her eyes shut in order to suppress the wave of nausea that threatened to wash over her. She could detect a faint smell of dust and decay.


What was only a moment seemed to pass like an eternity, and when their vehicle was finally released from the suspension of smoke, Hayley could only give a small gasp for air, to cleanse out the remnants of icy terror that still clung to her insides. She glanced into the rearview mirror with suspicion, half-expecting men on horseback to emerge after them. That large shadow, that billowing shape... No, she couldn't let herself be intimidated. Breathing in, she cleared her mind in preparation for the activation of her chi again. How much damage had her companion done? If their target was heavily injured, they wouldn't have been able to make it very far. 


Hayley expertly navigated her moped down another alleyway, one tightly nestled between a seedy pub and a rundown drugstore. It was so narrow that her legs were centimeters away from scraping themselves along the brick wall, but one couldn't be choosy when urgently tracking down a (possible) danger to their community. Where was the marker? They couldn't have possibly lost their target within the minutes they were accosted by the strange knights. Hayley bit her lip and pushed back sweaty bangs beneath her helmet. Well, she'd guessed that the person had been heading for their base. Since they currently weren't being followed,  the next best course of action would be to drop in and check up on the other members. All this running around and I haven't done a single thing but waste my time, she thought with some bitterness. Her destination was once again The Survivor -- it would have been faster if she'd gone there from the very start.


Openly scowling now, she made the scooter lurch forward into the wide road like a person possessed. "Hold on tight!" Her warning could hardly be heard above the buffeting winds about them, created by the unlawfully high speed at which they were traveling. Anger made her almost forget about poor Allie, who was no doubt already panting heavily from exertion. The man would have to pick up the pace significantly if he were to keep up. While she did remember at the last second, this whole ordeal had left Hayley with little energy to spare for compassion, so she made no compromise in her speed.


 "Don't lag behind!"


@theglassangel




@NyxNightmare


Aidan to come tomorrow. Russ will be posted for after Audence.

 

[Danoram]

Holly "Vanity" Radcliffe



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



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The look that Holly gave Memphis when he asked if she had a wallet was a very judgmental one, indeed. She just sort of stared at him through the corners of her widened eyes, suddenly raising a brow when he called out his shoe size. 


     She had already intended on paying for him and the others to play a game or two of bowling, but because Memphis seemed to already know that--or assume so--she was starting to think about changing her mind. 


     Scoffing, the girl brushed her bangs back and decided not to do that, handing the man behind the counter enough money to pay for everyone, then receiving a return fund of roughly five dollars and thirty-three cents. Then she saw the money in Donnovan's hands and blinked at him curiously before swatting the air with a girly laugh, "I've got it covered~ Save your pocket lint for a drink, sweets. What kind of upperclassmen would I be if I didn't take matters regarding the mission into my own hands?" In case you're wondering... this is Holly speaking in a kind manner.


     "I wouldn't exactly call throwing a weighty ball at strangely shaped sticky thingies a talent, but yes, when it comes down to it, I know what I'm doing." She gave a confident smirk and cocked a hip with her arms crossed. The man behind the counter laid out her and Memphis' shoes, and she scooped up her own with her index and middle finger before turning to Zhi and pausing with a nonchalant expression. She stared. Then continued on by jerking her gaze away from him, "Hmph." 


     Holly took a seat and began removing her shoes, brushing some hair behind her ear and out of her face in the most majestic of manners. Anyone who knows her, though, would probably think otherwise.


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



Xavier "Sting" Brax


Corbin De'Luca "Gluttony" Leon Agnelli



Location: (West District) The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: (Delson), (Aya, Allie, & Hayley)



/monthly_2016_12/58554927d142e_Brax1.gif.fc37c2fb04a0d7c00fe1f37e343fabc6.gifBrax remained intently focused on the window with a mean glare, eyebrow twitching slightly as he stepped towards it. He stopped and rested his forehead against the cold glass and stared down at the empty city. If he didn't know any better, he could be convinced he was the only person left on Earth.


     However, he did know better. Plus, he just watched smoke erupt in a bubbling fashion through the corner of his eye again, quickly rushing over to the other window to see a manned bicycle shooting from the thick cloud.


     The guy's eyes shot wide and he immediately darted out of the room and began making his way down the stairs, unaware that right outside of the Survivor there were now risen Geisha waltzing around in the defense of White Tigers. What was going on?...


Well, he was about to find out until a crash from above suddenly halted him in his tracks. He turned back around and started up, believing that whatever was going on within the building was more important than what was going on outside of the building.


     Skipping at least two steps at a time, Brax picked up the speed. He passed up the meeting room from before and kept on running, now using his chi abilities to launch his hand to the top of each staircase, grab hold of the railing, then fling himself upwards--doing so very skillfully, as well, without ever once changing the expression on his face. He was worried; you just wouldn't notice.


     Skidding to a halt in the hallway, he busted open the door leading to the Blue Dragon hostage and took a deep breath, pursing his lips as he held it in, then sighed with relief to find that the guy was still tied up. Leon was his name, but Brax has only heard Fish-boy.


    /monthly_2016_12/5855440ee07d1_Leon1.gif.0cb9d15467032558dd2365b5b6ecc70b.gif"Problem?" Leon asked with a nonchalant glare. His wrists were really starting to hurt from this rope by now, so thank god for someone finally coming to save him. Yes. That's exactly what is happening. 


     Leon knew that Tsu wouldn't sit around and do nothing at a time like this. The ruckus from above was surely caused by one of his fellow comrades coming to his aid. 


     Brax remained silent--staring at the one who was said to have the features of a fish, and feeling somewhat betrayed because this kid looks absolutely nothing like a fish. His brow twitched as he stepped closer to Leon and inspected him without a word.


"You lack communication," said the Fish-boy, furrowing a brow at the way the Spectre was studying him. "If you are looking for something, asking where it is can help..." He tilted his head, "Are you looking for something you think I may have?" Still no response. At this, Leon went to open his mouth once more, but was only met with a shushing finger from Brax upon hearing another faint commotion. He also placed a hand on Leon's shoulder, seemingly confusing him, then stood up from a crouching position to lock the door.


     "They are here for me, I believe."


Brax glared over at Leon. Summer said White Tigers had invaded the district, so for what reason did they want the Dragon? Maybe for the same reason the Spectres did? What's the reason, though? No... Brax shook his head, remaining on guard, and continued to stare at the hostage. Maybe Summer did just mistake the Dragons for Tigers. Unless... It's possible that both of the White Tigers and Blue Dragons have invaded Spectre territory for two completely, if not the same, different reasons.


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

 

[NyxNightmare]

Vixa/Hummingbird - Blue Dragons/Healer
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With everyone's spirits up and rising, Vixa's depression was quickly forgotten, as it normally is anyways. She wasn't a girl to dwell too long on things that made her sad. She managed to fall into tune with Lyre and Nixon's arms that were swinging in rhythm with their strides. It was only when she felt one of her hands grow colder that she realized Lyre had slipped away. Turning her head she found Lyre conversing with an older man. And, everything seemed to be normal, but a she listened to their words, she finally understood. Lyre had been attracted to a wish, no doubt. Vixa hadn't hung around Lyre much before this moment, so watching her chi in action was truly fascinating. Sure, the man's wish was a little ordinary, but honestly she couldn't judge, because of her current wish for food. Lyre's transformation began, and Vixa let out a surprised gasp. It was her first time witnessing in person. So this is what a genie is like?? She didn't want to interrupt Lyre's conversation with the man, so she waited before revealing her thoughts. Her hand still in Nixon's, she swore she could feel the man tense up. Vixa was accustomed to helping others so much, she didn't register the man's request for Lyre to get the item for him as rude.

Hearing Lyre's words now directed at them, she shook her head. "Of course not! By the way Lyre, you look INCREDIBLE! Do you think I would look cute with horns too?" She tilted her head, trying to imagine what it might be like. Upon hearing Nixon's reply, he seemed to be a bit agitated. Was it his bag? It must be causing him to worry a lot huh? Or perhaps....it had something to do with the man's request and Lyre? She couldn't really understand it. It should be fine if I don't use too much energy. Vixa tugged on Nixon's shirt, pulling him closer to her eye level. It was easiest to heal stress and anxiety from the head. Gently touching her own forehead with his and closing her eyes, a faint orange glow illuminated the contact area, before disappearing within seconds. Any worry he was experiencing would be gone. However the protection would only last for about 30 minutes or so. Mental ailments were particularly complicated to heal, and in any case could merely be staved off. But luckily for Vixa Nixon wasn't experiencing a traumatic breakdown, so she wouldn't expect any serious kickbacks on her skin. Releasing him, she gave a thumbs up and a wink. "Don't worry Nix! We could get a mocha or frappe while we are getting this mister his wish granted, I don't think it'll take too long. Think of all the whipped cream they put on frappes! Whipped cream!" She flailed her hoodie sleeves with joy. Turning her attention back to Lyre, her eyes lit up. "Hey Lyre, you were super cool! I wish I could trans-" She stopped herself. "Oh! Would it actually come true if I wished for something complex? Do you have limits for what you can grant?" She was much like a child who had just seen Santa Claus and was asking questions on how he managed to deliver presents to all the children in one night.  
  @Danoram  @RubyRose

(I honestly hate this new version of rpnation now for actually posting. I literally had so much typed out right. And I somehow deleted everything and there isn't a freaking undo button anymore T.T Anyways I'm so upset. But I tried to rewrite as much as I could lolz) 

 

[RubyRose]

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


[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]Jed nodded at calling the nurse, trying to keep himself a little more upbeat and calm. He was glad that she didn't seem to think less of him at the suggestion. He noticed her shot glass was also empty and for a moment he was trapped with the do I refill it or allow it to just be empty while we go figure out what's up with my arm. Jed's golden eyes narrowed a little as he thought. It probably would be pretty pathetic if I had to have Harley there, holding my hand. He told himself snidely, and yet his chest constricted. I'd really like her to be there, though. Oh the war of trying to be a man, but also wanting to give in to what people defined as weakness. [/COLOR]


[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]Of course Harley had to stroke a good idea into his sounding like a hero at the suggestion. He felt himself choke up a bit, a flush across his cheeks just because he was that grateful. If he was the type of guy to purposely show or exaggerate emotions he'd be crying from sheer appreciation at Harley's understanding of him. But if he were that kind of guy he and Harley probably wouldn't get along all that well. "You are absolutely right." He finally said. "Before we send for the nurse, though, you and I should be even here." He said, refilling Harley's shot and giving her a sly grin. "Can't have me on a higher level then you. That just wouldn't be fair." He said, his usual attitude slipping back into place. There was something oddly calming about having a plan in place. [/COLOR] 


 @SirBlazeALot




/monthly_2016_07/8f02ecbd10afa9f73fe0b365b428ce7f2.jpg.ceaeaca997a9cfc1e8494dfa53e6d672.jpgLyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - Heading to the Noodle Place where Nixon left his Bag


"Vixa, you'd look adorable no matter what." Lyre said sweetly to the girl, giving her a smile, before Nixon spoke. Usually a compliment to how she looked, like what Nixon would say sometimes, made being a Genie better but even though Vixa's comment made her feel so much lighter the worry in Nixon's behavior outweighed everything. Guilt flooded Lyre when Nixon pointed out that they were in a hurry. Important things were in the bag and even though Nixon was sure his bag was there, there was the chance it wasn't. Even Vixa's rather adorable statement didn't warm the ice that had cased over Lyre's heart. She hated being a burden on anyone... and that her ability was causing Nixon trouble was making her feel physically ill. Trying to shake it off, her expression became a hybrid between understand and apologetic. 


"You guys can head on without me. I can catch up." She said softly, the words coming out in a bit of a rush. "Sorry Nixon." She said, voice even softer as her face flushed a darker violet. Not waiting for a response, she turned and sped into the coffeeshop. Inwardly she cursed herself. It would have been better if she had just wished Nixon and Vixa luck and then hid away in her room. She should have known that going out would just cause everyone trouble; not just herself but also Nixon this time. What if he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore? Someone always getting caught up in stupid missions... When Lyre had gotten the coffee, given it to the man, and returned and they were still there, she gave them a sad smile. Vixa's almost slip had caused another layer of ice to cover her heart. Even her friends had to be careful what they said around her.


"I... don't know what would happen if you wished for something like that." She admitted. "Because I do have limits... I can't make something out of nothing, can't just wave a magic wand." Her tone reflected her blue emotions. "I'm really sorry for making you wait, Nixon." She said, unable to meet his gaze. "Uh... I... I should probably just go home. There's no telling if someone will make a wish at the restaurant or even on the street once more. I'm only going to cause you guys more trouble. It'd be better if I just... wasn't here."     


@Danoram  @NyxNightmare


((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, Jaspar is interacting with Archie, Eliza is hanging with Emlia, Oliver is with Audence and Russ))

 

[Danoram]

Nakazajo "Raging Ogre" Chikage
​

Location: (West District) | Interacting/Mentioned: Summer, Asad, Cato
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Chikage remained relaxed even after Asad got off his motorcycle and began working his chi. Despite not looking it, the leader was impressed. "A little flashy, but it's cool." He shrugged at his thoughts while slowly reaching inside of his shirt for his kabutowari, taking a wild guess that the light constructs forming around the guy weren't just for show.


     "You know, anger isn't a healthy emotion." A strained smile remained up until the point where Asad attacked.


Eyes narrowing, the leader pivoted to the side, and with great force enhanced by his chi abilities, grabbed the Spectre by the back of the head and shoved him forward in one motion, kind of taking on the stance of someone pitching a baseball. The patter of blood dripping onto his shoes proved that his dodge came a second late, though. Asad had managed to take a small chunk of meat from Chikage's side, but nothing enough to really fuck his groove up.


     He clicked his tongue, staggering backwards and dusting his hands off on each other, "Come on now." His dark/olive gaze flickered towards Summer. This guy just made him look like a fool in front of such a beautiful lady... Not just that, but a tropical hibiscus. "Fuck." The leader grit his teeth, repeating to himself the same words he'd spoken to all of Jasper, Delson, Aidan, and Spade: refrain from fighting. It was hard to, though. He wanted so bad to just rip Asad's head off and punt it like a garden gnome through a brick wall; maybe then, he could lift Summer to his shoulders and saunter off into the luxurious sunset known as the Tiger's District. They could drink champagne on the roof of one of the North's tallest five-star restaurants while doing things that romantic people do--talking astrology and debating politics...


     I'm kidding. Kind of.


Quickly, the leader focused back towards Asad and furrowed his brow with a forced smile. He placed a hand on the cut at his side; afterwards, rubbing his thumb over the blood on his fingers, then wiping it off on his pants. The area was numb for the moment, but Chikage knew it was a good enough hit that some hydrogen peroxide won't feel very welcoming in the near future.


     "Two." The word... or number... dropped from his lips in a whisper as he stretched his back and rolled his shoulders. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he spat, almost deciding to take out his kabutowari again, but refrained from actually doing it. I mean, it sort of defeats the whole purpose of trying to convince the opponent not to fight, right? Waving around a weapon...


"You should probably let her do the talking, you know?" As he said this, Chikage directed a thumb towards Summer, taking a defensive stance. "Killing me won't get your friend back."





@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel 



Archie "Cock" Babcock







Location: (West District) | Interacting/Mentioned: Jaspar



/monthly_2016_12/585cbd913e477_Archie(1).jpg.6433b2ad986fccb3edf479826a1ac07d.jpg"Where did you gain such a fascinating way of speaking?"


     Archie raised a brow, looking rather confused as he slowly, casually turned to face the person who tapped his shoulder. He immediately struck a grin and sighed, cupping a hand over his mouth as he stepped back to check the stranger out.


     "'At's an interesting question, mate."


His inner instincts were telling him that this guy was a suspicious character, so he remained attentive. "I'd be willin' to explain in detail over some pillowtalk, yeah?"He laughed.


     Then, brushing off the flirtatious remark, the Australian offered a hand for Jaspar to shake, "Nice meetin' ya~ It ain't my name, but'chu can call me Cock- A natural born Australian, baby." 


     Archie's intent was to activate his chi on the guy through a handshake, which is usually how he does things unless the target is female, and if that didn't work then he would need to figure something else out. I mean, he could just attack him... but that would take away the fun of having this guy fall in love with him.


     That's when he suddenly remembered what was going on. Still holding his hand for Jaspar to shake, Archie adjusted his bag over his shoulder and clicked his tongue, "Really wish I could stick aroun', though, mate... but, uh... tch... I'm in a bit of a rush." A breathy laugh bounced off his tongue.


     Maybe this one won't be too big of a loss. Archie's not really big on guys who are taller than him, anyway. They make him feel slightly inferior during intercourse, but that's about the extent of it. Then again... despite this one's height, he's pretty thin and has hair like a girl's... Oh, it was a hard bargain. Rush to Melony's aid? Or fuck around with this guy just to say he did it?



@RubyRose @(Overlook Archie. This is who he is.)


Emelia "Shakespeare" Dawson





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


/monthly_2016_12/585cbb04d99a4_Emelia(1).jpg.22348a76f776379d1ce1de6acb8841f6.jpgEliza was looking killer thanks to Lionel's wife. Emelia even found herself feeling slightly jealous for a moment, but then remembered she looked just as killer~ They're both very beautiful young ladies, indeed. 


    When Eliza questioned the quote, Emelia thought on her words with a hum, narrowing her purple gaze up at the ceiling of the car. "That's a unique way to put it. I see it as though... in poetry... whether something be ugly, or distorted in this case, or unpleasant, or anything else of the sorts... It can be made beautiful through poetry. Through careful wording and abstract thinking." Emelia sighed, smiling lightly while listening to Eliza express her interest in the name Robert Frost. 


When the girl was finished, Emelia leaned her head back and sorted her words before speaking. "It's a very artistic name, yes. I'm fairly certain it means something like bright and shining... I would have to look it up again to be certain." She giggled, placing a hand on the door-handle as the car grew to a stop in front of a large building. They had finally arrived at the mall. "It kind of makes me think of ice sickles... The word 'Frost' would be well written in ice sickles." She opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle, "Thank you for the ride, Lionel. We should be fine on our own from here."


     Lionel gave a nod, "You girls stay safe. If anything happens, contact Zeus or myself and we'll be there right away."


Emelia nodded back and smiled, then focused back on Eliza while waiting for her to get out of the car, too, before turning and heading towards the mall entrance. "Writing a poem about an emotion... Let's see... There is emotion behind everything, if you really think about it. When I read the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay... I imagine that the emotion Robert Frost was feeling as he wrote it was longing... In the poem he explains that nothing, even that which is perfect or flawless, can last forever." 


@RubyRose 

 

[Danoram]

Audence "Puppet Master" Valor
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Location: Restaurant somewhere | Interacting/Mentioned: Russ & Oliver
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When Oliver thanked him, Audence shook his head, motioning his mouth like he was going to say something, but the words never came out. He narrowed his eyes as the boy continued to speak, not really one for bonding.


     This kind of felt like bonding. 


Still, the guy wasn't above thanking someone for a compliment. Oliver called him cool--and being called cool is deserving of recognition.


    He started, "Uh... You're a lucky guy."


That didn't really feel right, though. Scratching the back of his head, he fought for words, but only managed a quiet, "Naaah." Then when Oliver started coughing, Audence raised a brow.


He scoffed a laugh at Russ' reaction to his question, glancing off to the side with his hands in his pockets as Oliver nodded along.


     It's true he was the one to start the fight last night, but he's not entirely at fault either. Those girls had attitude, and Audence isn't really one to tolerate things after a long day, especially one like New Years.


     "Yeah, something like that," he mumbled with a shrug. 


Audence didn't like that people kept looking over at them now. It made him uneasy, so he awkwardly took a seat and leaned down on the table, pulling Russ' menu down to show him a wide grin, "It was a bloody mess, if you're really curious."


     After giving a second to witness some sort of reaction from the guy, Audence's expression returned to a more stoic and somewhat irritated one as he leaned back and slumped in his seat, "Actually, I'm pretty sure I got my ass kicked... but I couldn't really help it. Girls just... they just..." he shook his head with closed eyes (not that you could tell). "They trip me out, man. You know? Iris ended up being the one to send everyone home using a sleeping gas, or something... Then we got high." A small grin slipped across his lips. He lifted a menu of his own and scanned over it while listening to Russ speak.


     "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~" Throughout his talking, Audence nodded, looking back and forth between the guy across from him and the menu in his hands. 


     Then, at the mention of an alliance, he furrowed his brow and leaned forward, setting the menu down on the table, "What are you talking about?" Audence looked at Russ like he was an idiot, still unaware of the fact he's in the West District.


     "You did your best, Russ, and I bet it could have worked under different circumstances."


When a waitress suddenly approached, the blond found himself seething through his teeth very quietly. Oliver continued to speak even after she'd already pulled a pen from behind her ear, and Audence stifled a laugh. He sat up straight in his chair and nodded lightly at the woman before averting his gaze, "I'll just have water."


     She asked nicely, "Would you like a cup of water or a bottle of water?"


Audence sighed and thought on the question for a second, glancing at Oliver, then glancing at Russ. He pursed his lips and sunk back down in his chair, "Bottle." 


Was this some sort of interview? Damn, lady. I guess Audence's actions or something he said here came off as a joke to this chick, because she cracked a smile and giggled at him, causing him to swallow loudly. Very slowly, he turned to face Oliver as a means to avoid further interaction with her.


     "Uh... If- If I had to be the truth- tell the truth," he laughed nervously, "I would say we won. The Cobras won... I sent a Tiger home with a knife in her back." He pat the area of his jaw that had turned black and purple--where Tiffany had punched him while wearing brass knuckles. "That's about it, though..." Then, Audence smiled, "Remiel had'em all confused. You should've seen this one guy out in the middle of everything yelling and shit... Evey kicked some ass, too, and I haven't seen Dale since she ran off with some Tiger asshole-..."


     Suddenly, he paused and focused back on the waitress. She seemed very interested in everything he was saying, and now things are awkward. 


"But... Russ, you were saying earlier... something about an alliance..."



@BlueInPassing @RubyRose @(A little rushed. Tried to get it out before I go to bed, lol.)


Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn










Location: Heading to Kokoro's | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre & VIxa



/monthly_2016_12/585cbe26e89f6_Nixon(1).jpg.74a4edb821cadd025e191a7992d483e7.jpgAt Vixa's question to Lyre about whether or not she would also look cute with horns, Nixon chuckled and gently leaned into her, "Of course, you would, Hums."


Then, as she placed him at her eye-level, he blinked curiously. Wondering what she was doing, he waited a moment before laughing when she suddenly pressed her forehead against his own.


     At first, he didn't quite realize what she was doing, but it eventually became clear, and he couldn't help but smile. Vixa was such a sweet girl. 


     Nixon lifted a hand and tugged at the ends of his hair while shoving his other hand down in his pocket, "Thanks." He was no longer feeling anxious about his bag. Though, while the worst-case-scenario thinking was gone, he still knew he needed his bag, and still intended to find it.


Looking at Lyre and Vixa, Nixon sometimes finds himself feeling guilty that he is unable to help others the way they can.


     His chi abilities come in handy when someone needs a light for their cigarette or if someone is cold, or maybe if their food needs heated up, but he can't heal a broken arm or directly, as well as indirectly, meet the request of most--if not all--wishful individuals he passes on the streets.


Vixa told him not to worry, and he nodded, still listening as she finished speaking. She mentioned them getting a frappe, and his eyebrows shot towards the skies.


     Nixon pat himself down, searching for a wallet that wasn't there. He looked around in a circle, then stopped and face-palmed with an aggravated sigh, "Ahhh... I forgot my wallet in my bag, too." Today was not his day. First his phone, then his bag, then his gun, and now his wallet!? Well, it's most likely that all of these things are in the same exact place, but this is the order of which he realized they were missing--his phone was when he went to read the secret code for the mission, then his bag when he remembered his phone was in it, then he remembered what his bag is for in the first place, and just now. 


     "You guys can head on without me. I can catch up." Lyre said softly.


Nixon looked at her and stared, recognizing that there was something wrong by the tone of her voice, which slightly concerned him. He has never liked seeing someone down, and really wanted to ask what was wrong, but Lyre was gone too quickly, leaving him and Vixa to stand in an awkward silence until he cleared his throat and spoke.


     "Do you think I said something?" He asked nervously, watching the girl disappear with a desperate look in his eyes. His expression grew stern and he covered his mouth, truly thinking back on the words he'd spoken and analyzing every possible way they could have been taken--misunderstood or misinterpreted.


When Lyre made her return, Nixon stayed quiet and waited for his chance to talk. A frown appeared on his expression when she apologized, and he stared directly at her. 


It was upsetting that she wouldn't look him in the eyes, leading him to truly believe that he is the reason for her change of behavior. "She doesn't want to look at me?" He pondered as she spoke, not even actually listening. He even wiped a hand down his face thinking that there was something on him--licked his teeth in case some leftover food was making her uncomfortable.


     "It'd be better if I just... wasn't here."


These words snapped Nixon back to reality, and he immediately furrowed his brow, appearing somewhat mad. He placed a hand firmly atop of Lyre's head and forced her to look at him, "You don't really think that, do you?" Then, his grip loosened and he placed a gentle hand to her shoulder, "I didn't make you feel that way, did I!?"


     This was a strange moment for Nixon.


Having witnessed the feeling of being unwanted for a brief period in his life, he took what Lyre said very personal. 


     "Did I say something to hurt your feelings?..." Nixon stood up straight and placed his hands behind his head, "I don't want you to leave- I would never want that." He stammered for a second before jutting a finger towards Vixa, "Hums wants you to stay, too! Is it because I sounded pushy earlier? Aww, I really didn't mean to come off as rude, Lyre. Your not causing trouble for anyone. That's not what you do- you help people... you... I don't..." 


The teen paused and sighed. 


     Then, a smile slowly formed on his lips as he turned his finger, which had still been aiming at Vixa, to point at the Genie. "What if I wished for you to stay?..." He furrowed a brow, "Wait, but then you'll be in Genie-form the whole time..." All of a sudden, Nixon stepped back and waved his hands around, "Not that anything is wrong with that! I just know you sometimes talk about being uncomfortable with how people look at you and I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable because then I would feel bad- but I think your Genie-form is absolutely beautiful."


     His caramel gaze sought out Vixa for some help. Maybe she could work her magic again and cheer Lyre up.


@RubyRose @NyxNightmare @(Nixon really rambled, lmao)

 

[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 smiled back at him mischievously and crooned, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Such a gentleman~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] playfully before having a go at her shot. She was so used to seeing Jed as this super confident bad boy, and his attitude toward his arm remained in line with the character she had come to expect of him. It was so admirable, because had the tables been turned Harley was positive she would have trouble masking her anxiety in her male form. So much so that she would have changed to her female form so she could complain about it freely without having to worry about coming off as a big ol’ pussy. She looked up to Jed like one looks up at a skyscraper. So long as the nurse let her, Harley would sit with him while he got checked out. Not only did she want to be there for support, but she was also curious as to what happened to it.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She finished her shot and decided that two shots was cool, but three shots was better.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “We should call them now,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she suggested and added,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “And do another shot while we wait~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley sat up straight on her bar stool. She realized after her second shot that she was still in her Spectre disguise hoodie due to the warmth induced by the light alcohol. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m still[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] wearing [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]this thing,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she remarked and made a little show out of unzipping and removing the hoodie to reveal a somewhat low cut white tank top with spaghetti straps underneath. Harley folded the jacket in her lap and patiently waited for Jed to make the call to the nurse. [/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: Brax & Leon[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Aside from being incredibly sore, Del had a big problem. He had to disguise himself because he was running low on Chi now. Like, he could count the number of times he could teleport on one hand now. Between the fight, snatching Spade out of mid air, following Summer, and ditching Dale that morning, Del was feeling the fatigue. So he would have to finesse his way through the rest of this mission and save what little Chi he had remaining for when he found the fish boy. As he walked down flight after flight of stairs, he inevitably ran into two Spectre girls. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What’s going on up there?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]one of them asked. Del put on a strained expression, which wasn’t hard given the pain that he was in, and quickly lied.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Dragons… they’re here for the fish guy…”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]knew[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] it… where are they?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The second Spectre asked.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“They flew in on the top floor. We were just chillin’ and… they caught us by surprise. We fought ‘em off and they dipped but... they’re comin’ back man, I know it. Boss told me to get the prisoner out of here to bait them out of West District.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wait…[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] the boss[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] told you?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asked the first Spectre. Del felt his stomach drop and he added,[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah, he shot me a text...why?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del leaned against the wall and held his side. The Spectres looked at each other and one of them answered,[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Dude, he got arrested today.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del masked his shock and quickly retorted to keep up his lie,[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah, I know! But the cops who took him in were our guys. They didn’t read him his rights so they had to let him go. He’s on the way here now but he instructed me specifically to get the fish guy. But he didn’t tell me where he is.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Spectres looked relieved. It looked like they bought Del’s lie hook, line, and sinker. Just knowing that Jason was on the way put them at ease, and the fact that the enemy was the Dragons meant that no one upstairs died. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“He’s chillin’ two floors down. Hey, why you though?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del asked, elated on the inside that he could find the guy and get the fuck out of there. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Why you?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The Spectre repeated. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I’ve never seen [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]you[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] around here before… what do you do?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del let out a little sigh and thought to himself[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Jesus Christ please just go the fuck away.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He was about to end his charade and throw the shuriken in his pockets at these girls and be done with it. Before he could though, another Spectre showed up at the bottom of the stairwell. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ay yo! There’s some weird dancin’ ladies and shit outside!” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Dancing ladies… what[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] the fuck[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are you talking about?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“It’s the Dragons,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del quickly interjected.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I just fought some of them upstairs. I’ve gotta get to the fish guy, we’re wasting time. For all we know, they got to him already.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I’ll come with you,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] the curious Spectre started and Del groaned inwardly.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]No[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Don’t[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! Because I need [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]you guys[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] to clear a path for me outside…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]One of the Spectres looked at Del skeptically, and by then the third had already left. The more trusting of the two took the other’s wrist and said, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“He’s right, we’re wasting time. Jason’ll have all our asses if we fuck this up. The coast’ll be clear by the time you make it down, dude. Hurry it up though yeah!?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] as she dragged her skeptical partner away.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You got it!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del followed behind them for two stairwells before he split off and began to search for Leon. He passed up every open door he saw, peaked inside every closed one he could open, until he finally came to a locked door. Del pounded on the door with his fist and yelled through it. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Open up!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He wasn’t sure what else to say or do, because if the prisoner was in there alone, chances are he wouldn’t be able to open the door. And if he wasn’t, he now had to convince whoever was guarding him of the same lie he’d convinced the other Spectres of. He could tell one of them didn’t buy it, and had it not been for the interruption she may have asked more questions and unraveled the truth. He knocked on the door again and pleaded,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Jason’s orders, open up!!” [/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]Chikage’s destroyed building[/SIZE]


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So Asad didn’t know what he was expecting to accomplish by killing Chikage, but that was his goal when he attacked him. He’d hoped his little trick would be enough to distract the Tiger so he could go for the gut, but his reflexes were too fast and Asad could only graze him. With Chikage still alive, that left him with the opportunity to counterattack and counterattack he did. Asad went flying forward and hit the ground face first. Thankfully his trusty helmet protected him from any head trauma, and his armor protected most of his body that made contact with the ground, though some of it did crack. His knee, which remained uncovered, got scratched up pretty badly from the the debris of the destroyed building.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Ngh…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad grunted as he brought himself to his feet. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“A little [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]help[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] would be [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]REALLY FUCKIN’ NICE[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] you know!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad brazenly called out Summer and Cato despite the fact that he and he alone made the executive decision to attack Chikage without hearing him out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer didn’t particularly care what happened to Asad, she didn’t even know his name. And Jurriaan, she was assuming that Jurriaan was already dead. He was probably leaking all of the blood in his body out of the many holes caused by Aidan’s bat in an alley somewhere. The more important thing here was why the Tigers were being this aggressive in the first place. And Chikage made it evident that he wanted to talk. She scoffed and glared at the Tiger.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “What do you want, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]asshole[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she asked and her eyes began to glow their sunny golden aura. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You’ve got like, five seconds, to explain what we did to like, piss you guys off so bad? Before I like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]singe[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] off your fucking eyebrows, and like, probably your big ass forehead too.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She clenched her fists tightly and took a powerful stance with her legs spread. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I mean like, we don’t go around like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]breaking buildings[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] and shit in your district but like, we totally could? So like, what gives?” [/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]Holly neglected to answer his question and instead gave him one of those “Shut the hell up, Memphis” looks that his mother gave him so often. He stifled a snicker, because he never once thought Holly and his mother were similar in the slightest. And he still didn’t, but she got the look just right. Memphis did as he was “told” though his curiosity about Holly’s missing wallet had him burning with questions like a Dragon about to breathe fire. Was her wallet stolen? Did Holly merely use money to pad her bra and make her boobs look bigger? Would she be offended if he got her a wallet for her birthday? What color wallet would she prefer? When was her birthday? Why didn’t he know when everyone’s birthday was?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Donni saved Holly from being subjected to Memphis’s interrogation. He couldn’t hold in the curiosity any longer and at least wanted to know when her birthday was, but Donni diverted his focus rather easily with a question of his own. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Nah, I’m 100% garbage at bowling!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Memphis answered so cheerfully you would think that he said he was [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]good[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] at bowling.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “But that’s okay ‘cause suckin’ at something is the first step toward being[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] good [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]at something! It just takes practice!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis collected his shoes grinning with a furrowed his brow and a determined glint in his eye. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“And I’m gonna get a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]ton[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] of bowling practice in today!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He was still under the impression that Holly bought four or five games. Which honestly made sense to him, because who knew how long they would be here before they found some Spectres to steal from? [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As the boys came to join Holly, he asked,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “How about you, are you any good? You don’t seem like a guy who bowls a lot.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Memphis’s observation was based on how calm Donni was. Bowling was loud and obnoxious and chaotic so it fit Memphis perfectly. He just didn’t go to bowling alleys that often. Donni however seemed like he would enjoy a more tranquil game. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You seem more like a mini golf kinda guy. But then again, Holly you don’t seem like you bowl a lot either!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Memphis added as put on his bowling shoes.  [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine AKA "Turn Up"[/SIZE]


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


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Niki & Darin[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine expected to be Niki’s human crutch today and didn’t mind at all. It was the least she could do for the poor guy. He had to spend New Year’s Eve alone in the hospital, and she felt personally guilty about it. She wished she could have been there but she “had” to patrol the district with a few others who convinced her that they “needed” her help that night. Valentine still hadn’t realized that they only “needed” her around at the time because they didn’t have much liquor between the three Cobras that asked her and they needed her around to make every sip count as they raucously stomped about South District and harassed anyone who looked like a Tiger, Spectre, or Dragon.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I wish I could magically appear in front of every stairwell to make sure you don’t fall,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Valentine lamented with a small smile as Niki playfully joked about his history of clumsiness. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Next time just go [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]reeeeally[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] slowly! And before you touch the ground, go like this...”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Valentine stopped the two of them and stuck her foot out. She delicately pressed her toe against the cement and said,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “...See? Just [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]test the waters[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] first, just in case.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Valentine giggled at her own pun, wished Remy had been there to hear it, and then resumed their little trip to Cafe MewMew.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Once the two of them reached Cafe MewMew, Valentine was delighted to find that Darin was already there and waiting. She bounced with excitement as she opened the door and squealed, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alvaro!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] As much as she came here, Valentine had quickly learned to call him by his work name. It was so cool seeing him at work in his costume and in character, and she didn’t want to mess up his groove by calling him Darin. Valentine unlinked from Niki to give her favorite MewMew employee a big hug. When she pulled away, she turned to Niki and directed in a sing song voice, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Look who’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] heeeeeeere[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~!”[/SIZE]





@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]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. 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]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Nyx and Ruby, I went ahead and posted for Valentine as if Yurei’s not there cause I’m kickin Tara. I don’t think they’re ever gonna post and I’ve given them more chances and warnings than I normally do before I decide someone’s donezo. We’re just gonna retcon Yurei’s existence XD so I wrote for her as if Yurei was never there and edited my last post too. You guys can if you want, but it’s no big deal, we can just… you know move on and stuff lul. [/SIZE]

 

[Corgi]

Lucy Lynn Vanness  



Location: Keagan's Room 



Interacting: Keagan @RubyRose

 Lucy sat on the boy's bed, watching him on the phone. She felt a little bad for the boy. He looked so scared while on the phone. She remembered several moments when she was scared and sad, so she'd cuddle with a cat and it would immediately cheer her up. So, to try and cheer him up, she set herself on his lap and curled up on it, looking up at him waiting for something to happen. She figured it helped a bit, because he seemed to cheer up a bit more. "Mission successful!" She thought, nuzzling her head against the boy's stomach. 


She hadn't been paying attention to the conversation, only hearing bits and pieces, but when Keagan spoke to her, she immediately tuned it, "Thanks kitty. I have a mission I have to do now but I mean, if you don't have a home you can stay here. There's always room for friendly talking creatures here."  Lucy got off his lap, seeing that he had to go, and she thought about taking up his offer, but she was more interested in the boy at the moment, so instead of sitting on the bed, she got up and walked to the door, pawing it softly and looking up at him, basically telling him that she's going along too.











Iliya Bloom 



Location: (East District) Lost 



Interacting: Hanako @Leaf Fi  

There are a lot of things Iliya is oblivious to, such as the line between being nice and flirting, but she always knows when something is wrong. This was one of those cases. As the short girl walked around the street, everything slowly grew unfamiliar to her. At first, she thought she was just being paranoid, being in a new city and all, but as she continued on, she realized that she had no idea where she was. And once she realized this, she started to panic a bit. 


"It's okay, Iliya... Just calm down. Take a few breaths. You'll be fine." She comforted herself, "Try to grasp where you are, maybe even backtrack from where you came from..." She told herself, deciding it was probably the best thing to do. 


As she turned on her heels and started to take a few steps, she bumped into someone. Iliya let out a yelp, hitting the ground and immediately stuttering out an apology. Apparently she was also oblivious to people walking behind her. "I-I-I am s-so sorry!" She blurted, out getting up hastily and looking up at who she bumped into. She was surprised to see a rather gorgeous girl, almost the same height as herself, which only made her even more anxious, "I-I was w-walking and then I realized I didn't know where I was and so I was going to back t-track and then you were there and I just..." Iliya realized she was rambling and apologizing once more, "I'm sorry!" 













Quinn Teeters 



Location: (South District) Strolling 



Interacting: Joe @Danoram

 Quinn pushed herself off of the wall, walking slightly behind Joe. There were several reason she enjoyed hanging out with Joe, and there are moments when she doesn't. That moment was happening right now. Because of how tall Joe was, she always struggled to keep up with him. It was frustrating at times, especially because she was so out of shape.  


"Joe..." Quinn whined, speed walking to catch up to him, "Stop being tall, please. Or at least slow down." She begged, already growing tired. "And how do you think we'll find anyone, or anyone we know?" She asked. 


Quinn wasn't the most social person, so there weren't many people she knows, never mind has even interacted with. Joe was pretty much the only person she hung around. Joe, on the other hand, is a lot more of a social butterfly, way too trusting for his own good, so he's pretty much friends with everyone, so she was relying that he would ideas as to where to go. 













Mori Cedenz 



Location: The Survivor 



Interacting: Brax and Corbin @Danoram

If it weren't for Brax sprinting down the stairs, Mori would have no idea anything was going down. She was zoned out in her own world, wondering If she could ever throw an iron pellet through a wall. But when she saw Brax, she had a feeling something was wrong. Sure, he didn't show it on his face, but he probably wouldn't be rushing down the stairs for nothing.  


Mori jumped up and followed him, eyebrows furrowed. She wasn't extremely sure where they were going, she wasn't too familiar with the layout of the building yet, so she was glad she wasn't too far behind him. 


"Hey, are you alr-" Mori cut her sentence short as she stared at the other boy in the room, trying to process who he was. She wasn't sure how she should react to a boy tied up in a secluded room. "Uh... Brax...? I mean, I don't judge but this looks a little kinky..." She whispered to him, not taking her eyes off of the tied up boy.  


She knew she shouldn't be kidding around like that, but that's how to copes with situations, through jokes. And since she couldn't understand why there was a boy tied up, she started to instinctively make joking remarks. 

 

[Danoram]

Xavier "Sting" Brax ft. Corbin De'Luca "Gluttony" Leon Agnelli




Location: (The Survivor) Hostage Room | Interacting/Mentioned: Leon, Mori, & Delson



/monthly_2016_12/585c8865ada50_Brax(1).png.0df3b9b234e1a75a5a4e4e19924c48de.pngBrax tore his gaze from the Dragon hostage and dropped to the floor, sitting in a cross-legged position while chewing his thumb nail.


     Because he wasn't entirely sure of what was going on, he couldn't come to any sort of conclusion on what to do other than wait here where Fish-Boy proved to be a good asset to a possible motive. 


     Brax told himself that the next person to come knocking on the door would be immediately assumed a threat, meaning he would have to take action and prevent the opposing team's retrieval of Leon.


     "...What do you intend to do?" The hostage asked with closed eyes, head resting back against the post he was tied to. But Brax remained as silent as always -- he even closed his eyes and began to meditate just as Leon was doing. After all, Brax was raised in the East for the most part of his life so far.


     Leon opened an eye and watched the guy. Then, he closed it back and spoke, "You look like a Spectre... but you don't much act like one-"


"Hey, are you alr-" Suddenly, someone came bursting into the room, sending Brax straight to his feet with a bounce as he took a defensive stance.


     Turns out the assumed threat was just the girl he'd introduced himself to earlier. A second of thought and he remembered her name: Mori, then gave a sigh of relief while wiping a hand down his face, thankful that the time had yet to come. 


See, Brax isn't really one for fighting unless it's for a very good cause, like saving a baby, or something. In this case, just stopping a gang from rescuing their own member doesn't seem like a good enough reason to hurt somebody. Leon belongs to the Dragons, so they have every right to come to his aid; however, the underlying basis for his capturing is still unknown to Brax.


     If he knew better what was going on, he would have taken more precautions and prepared himself for what is happening right now.


/monthly_2016_12/585c9d870a879_Leon(1).png.942384414368bc90474467afd356daad.pngLife isn't that easy, though, and he doesn't know what's going on... meaning he must conclude this as a worst-case-scenario-type-deal, and do everything in his power to ensure that the Dragon hostage remains in the custody of the Spectres. 


     "Uh... Brax...? I mean, I don't judge but this looks a little kinky..." Mori whispered, catching a strange narrowing of the eyes from Leon as he wondered what she was saying, but Brax only tilted his head. 


     He looked over his shoulder at the Dragon, then back at Mori -- stepped around her and shut the door back while questioning how she had even gotten in without the slightest sign of a struggle... She just... entered. Weird.


The look of curiosity was apparent in the way the guy inspected the doorknob, locking and unlocking it a few times before he finally realized it was broken. It doesn't lock. 


     "Prop a chair under the knob," Leon advised.


It took him a second, but Brax eventually did just that. He even stole one of Leon's shoe strings to secure the chair and the handle together, making the rig much more efficient. 


     What was this room even used for in the past? The thought briefly crossed Brax's mind as he approached Mori and grabbed her by the arm, moving her to a corner and sitting her down gently. It was his way of putting her out of harm's reach.


     After she was situated, Brax removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders before giving the girl a thumbs up and turning away.


Seconds later, as the guy was pulling out his phone, there was a sudden rattling of the doorknob and then some banging.


     A voice called out, "Open up!" To which Brax responded by darting over to the door and crouching beside it with a finger over his mouth, urging that Leon and Mori be quiet. He didn't recognize the voice of whoever was outside, making it hard to believe what they were saying -- Jason's orders... According to Asad, Jason was just arrested.


     Brax growled under his breath and clamped his eyes shut, appearing to be very stressed out. Leon noticed. "It would make things much easier if you were to just let me go, you know?... My being here is ridiculous, and someone like you should understand that," he stated, but the Spectre ignored him and continued to think.


He didn't want to automatically assume that the person knocking (if you want to call it that) wasn't really a Spectre, because to some that might be taken offensively, and that's no fun.


     So, after a second, Brax stood to his feet and tightly wrapped his fingers around the doorknob -- when I say wrapped, I literally mean that he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, too, so as to prevent anyone outside from turning it and entering on their own. He quietly removed Leon's shoestring then shoved the chair to the side before taking a deep breath and waiting... not very long, though.


     All in one motion, Brax opened the door and threw an arm out just in time to jerk Delson into the room by the shirt, in which he threw him to the floor and jumped on top of him. He wanted to ask the many questions of: who? what? when? where? why? and how? but wasn't really the right guy for that.


Instead, he just stared in silence and examined Delson until Leon spoke up for the thousandth time, "...Is he not one of yours?" But Brax didn't even know the answer to that.


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[hosaki]

Russ Coleman




"Quicksilver" | Member of Black Cobras


Location: West District


Interacting With: Audence and Oliver 



 

"It was a bloody mess, if you're really curious."


In other circumstances, Russ would assume that to be a negative response -- "a bloody mess", a great disaster. But Audence had on that grin that said at least one guy had a blast last night. Russ mirrored the grin despite his previous misgivings about murder, if only temporarily swept up in the mood that he himself had hyped up. 


At Oliver's mention of the soup in response to his question, the man nodded furiously, leaning forward as to encourage (what he thought to be) the natural step that should follow. Order, order, order the food. If Russ didn't have his sunglasses on, one could get some strange ideas from the way he was staring so intently at the younger boy. No dice. Oliver was too engrossed in the current conversation to pick up the cue.


Oh, god. Now the waitress herself was coming, in an ironic twist of fate. Nobody called you, Russ mentally whined. Waitresses were fake and overly friendly. They were only second to those girls who worked in retail. He slouched down in his seat as low as possible in an attempt to hide himself behind Oliver. Man, could the place mats here be any more interesting? There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in his thoughts as he picked at a frayed edge, which spoke volumes about just how far gone he felt in this predicament. Luckily, Audence was directing the attention away from him. Russ continued to inspect the red cloth, somewhat guilty for leaving Audence to flounder through his exchange. This arrangement didn't last long, as Audence was dealt a heavy blow by her Feminine Wiles: The Giggle. 


Clearly, the upperclassman was no longer thinking straight, since he was talking explicitly about inside matters with an outsider present. Russ could be simple-minded, but knowing when to keep your mouth shut was just Gangster 101. He nudged his head towards the woman, and mouthed: "Why is she still here?" 


This was more of a rhetorical question than anything else. His discomfort mounting (as the lady was blocking the only way out of booth aside from the window), Russ decided to take matters into his own hands.


"Ahem. Man is the customer service here crap. What kind of waitress eavesdrops so blatantly on her customers." 


It took all of Russ's courage to muster up this passive aggressive line. This was clear in the way he was fidgeting, but there was undoubtedly some hostility in his words. Hardly a subtle way to approach the situation, but then Russ wasn't a subtle guy.


@RubyRose @Danoram


Awaiting @theglassangel for Hayley, Aidan currently on the backburner

 

[Danoram]

Joe "Just A Mechanic" Finchum
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Location: (South District) Looking for fellow gangies | Interacting/Mentioned: Quinn & Mr. Hickles
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/monthly_2016_12/585de3520343a_Joe(1).jpg.a0500597e3aa0904de6f54de182a5a41.jpgJoe walked with her hands behind her head, taking long strides ahead of Quinn with an amused grin on her face. She hoped that they'd run into someone who she could bum a cigarette off of, having suddenly developed a craving.


     "Joe..." The girl whined.


 "Hm?"


     "Stop being tall, please. Or at least slow down."


Joe furrowed a brow, slightly tilting her head with a look of humored offense on her face, "How 'bout you stop bein' short, chick."


     Though she said this, she still slowed down and allowed the girl to catch up, hands dropping into the pockets of her coveralls. 


At the next question, the taller one hummed musically while squinting an eye at the sky, finally noticing how late in the day it was, but not really caring enough to say something about it.


     "It'd be easier if I had my damn phone on me, but we can always check the Boardwalk or head to the Mall, maybe Funworld or some shit, I don't know. Let's go steal a mailbox... You want to? Let's swap out Remiel's and Vaughn's mailboxes and see if they notice." 


     If Quinn really, truly knew Joe as a person, she would understand how serious the girl was when proposing this idea. When Joe says 'let's do something' she will ensure that something is done. It's not always interesting... but it's never nothing.


@Corgi

 

[NyxNightmare]

Vixa/Hummingbird - Blue Dragons/Healer
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Though the girl had just cleared away Nixon's worries about his bag, it appeared there was a new problem at hand. He had forgotten his wallet in his bag as well. Today really wasn't his day huh? If that wasn't enough, Lyre voicing her own worries wrapped tightly around Vixa's heart. And, watching Nixon throw encouraging words out at Lyre, Vixa couldn't help but watch in a bit of awe. Nixon must really care about Lyre. They must really be good friends. Of course, Vixa didn't fancy hearing Lyre say the things she did. Assuming all of this negativity by herself....Vixa frowned slightly. Lyre....it must be really hard huh? She wasn't exactly sure what was on Lyre's mind. No, she couldn't even fathom what she must be thinking on her own. But knowing she was misunderstanding something, or mentally blowing a worry out of proportion was enough for Vixa to know she had to do something. 

Nixon began running words out of his mouth too quickly for Vixa to completely process the conversation. But the look in his eyes was unmistakable. Vixa's eyes softened, yes, her chi was healing. But sometimes the best medicine was nothing physical nor magical per-say. She opened her arms and took both Nixon and Lyre, bringing them all together into another tight hug. "Nixon's right. Please stay with us Lyre. It's much more fun together." That's right, everyone had the power to heal others in their own way. Just like this. Just like how Lyre had comforted her with such a caring hug. 
  @Danoram  @RubyRose

Darin/Alvaro-Black Cobras/Member
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 Alas, his sweet little darling sister had entered through the doors, and into his arms to his pleasure. Oh, he could hear the extra bills entering his pocket now. An extra tip for you to take that sister of yours out for ice cream. Or something like that was the usual gist of it. Chuckling and giving Valentine a tight squeeze, Darin was relieved at least someone had the sense not to call him by his real name here. She drew away to reveal the main event, like a ringmaster introducing the tiger that would jump through not one, but three hoops of flames. Plastering a look of concern and surprise over his face, Darin stepped over beside Niki, placing his hands lightly over his shoulders. "Niki! It truly feels as if it's been ages! I thought they might have been holding you hostage and we would have to kidnap you from the hospital." His passionate voice attracted stares from a few customers. Narrowing his eyes slightly with satisfaction, Darin led the two cobras to a table towards the back, but centered enough to still be noticed by others. It wasn't that Darin was completely faking his feelings, he was in fact relieved to see Niki doing well again. He simply knew how to exaggerate his feelings enough to draw attention, but not too much that it would be found annoying by others. 

After laying down two menus, Darin flipped out his phone. "Who knows if you'll land yourself in the hospital again, so let's take a picture of my two favorite people." His voice lacked the normal cheerful tone the majority of the waiters and waitresses gave off. He much preferred a soothing, yet carefree way of speaking to his customers.And, not that Niki and Valentine weren't special, but really nobody was special to Darin in the ways a normal person would consider the word. So the compliment was quite mute, as most were when rolling off his tongue. Snapping a picture, he uploaded it to the gang's private page on social media. He often took pictures and videos of his fellow comrades and uploaded them there. Not that he ever stalked them, no, despite being a ninja, Darin wasn't much of a stalker. Any media he uploaded was normally taken at a group party or simply a moment of goofing around and getting high. Slipping his phone back in his pocket, he popped the question. "So? What will it be?" His gaze shifted to Valentine, his eyes filled with a bit of amusement. "I know you like to be surprised don't you?" With one stride, he was positioned behind her, leaning over her shoulder. "What other surprises might you like?" He spoke alluringly, a table of two girls beside them widened their eye and covered their mouths like they were watching a TV drama. Yes....that's right. Direct your attention over here. Pulling a chibi panda bear key-chain from his pocket, he dangled it in front of her and grinned. "Does a surprise like this please you? I saw it on my way home the other night. You like cute things right?" His voice had eturned to its casual tone. Darin placed it on the table in front of her and removed himself, now exhausted from the tiresome act.

Darin could only be charming for so long. He did love his job, but playing such an elegant prince role was beyond him. Especially with people he knew at a more personal level. Darin loved to play roles, but being flirtatious and charming wasn't a fancy of his. But as the girls awed and squealed over the scene, it gave him strength. He always ended up buying more cosplay or filming equipment with his tip money. At least Valentine was easy to please, and she didn't normally take his actions too seriously like most girls might, or so he thought and hoped anyways. He didn't need anyone falling for him or believing he took a special interest in them. Moving his gaze towards Niki, his eyes glistened. "Feel free to order whatever you want. It's on me, your practically my little brother." He smiled coolly. And the trap has been set. Now that everyone here would assume he just called Niki his little brother, his job was done. No doubt Niki was smart, and would probably catch on to his little trick, but would he risk passing up a free meal? Darin thought not. 
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(Waiting on angel before posting for rest of my characters)

 

[Corgi]

  Mori Cedenz  
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Location: (Survivor) Hostage Room 



Interacting: Del @SirBlazeALot, Brax, and Corbin @Danoram

 Mori waited for a reply, but all she got was a slightly confused Brax as he made his way to the door and started fiddling with the lock. As she made the realization that the door was locked before she came in, her eyes widened. Did Mori develop a power of super strength to burst through a door without realizing it?  


As she sat in silence, staring at her hands, she finally came to the conclusion that the lock was most likely busted beforehand and felt a bit disappointed that she didn't have another power. "Prop a chair under the knob," Mori jumped at the voice, her head quickly looking back at the boy tied up, almost forgetting that he was there completely. 


"Oh, right." She mumbled, glancing at Brax and slowly scooting over to him, whispering, "Wink if you're being kept hostage." She said as a joke, a silly smile on her face as she made it. 


Suddenly, the smile fell into a frown as she realized that this boy was most likely an actual hostage. At that realization, she looked over at Brax, who walked towards her and gently grabbed her arm, putting her in a corner and sitting her down. When he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, flashing a thumbs up, she responded in a nod. Normally, she would've chuckled and given a thumbs up right back at him, but she understood how serious the situation was. 


Since Jason was in jail, she had never been briefed on the situation that the Spectre's were in, so anything that was happening was extremely random. Mori slid her hand into the pouch she had at her side, grasping one of the iron pellets and rolling her shoulder. She was ready to face whoever came. 


For some reason, Mori and never thought about the possibility that the gang was something to take seriously. The only real reason she joined it was so that she could have people to relate to with her powers. Plus, she figured with her chi ability, she'd be able to help people instead of being a sarcastic jock. 


The banging on the door, made Mori jump out of her thoughts, slowly getting up, continuing to stretch her shoulder so that if she had to throw the pellet, she wouldn't hurt herself in the process.  "Open up!" Her eyes narrowed at the intruder's approach. It may have not even be an intruder.  


That thought was cut off by him saying it was Jason's orders. It was most definitely an intruder. She glanced at Brax who had a finger against his mouth to make sure they stayed silent. Of course, the hostage spoke, disobeying what he said, but both of them ignored him, only paying attention to the door. 





Mori followed Brax's movements, noticing that he was about to open the door. She readied her arm, ready to throw if the intruder was there to attack. Suddenly, the boy was in the room and Brax was on top of him, pinning him to the ground. She hurried over to the door, closing it and scooting the chair back under the doorknob,  tying it quickly before turning to the boy pinned to the ground.



"Who are you?" She questioned, looking the boy over. She knew that Brax wasn't one for talking, so she figured she'd do it for him. 

 Quinn Teeters  


Location: (South District) Strolling  


Interacting: Joe @Danoram


Quinn frowned at his comment about her height. It wasn't like she could help it! If she was able to change her height, she definitely would, but that technology isn't available yet, so she would just have to deal with it. Even though she was frowning, she was glad he slowed down. She glanced up at him after he answered her question. Quinn knew better than to act like he was pretending. She knew he was being dead serious. She respected Joe for being able to come up with such random things to do. Another reason why she hung around Joe, life was never boring when you're with him. 


"You know what," Quinn laughed, "why not. Let's go steal some mailboxes. But first..." She muttered, setting down Mr. Hickles and whispering an apology as she made him disappear, "I figured Mr. Hickles wouldn't want to be involved in such a crime." She joked, smirking as she motioned for Joe to lead the way.

 

[RubyRose]

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


[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]Jed winked at Harley when she called him a gentleman. Around someone else, like say Jaspar or Chikage Jed would have probably escaped to his room and seen if he could just sleep the odd paralysis off. He would not have stayed in public because he knew that he wouldn't be able to play the badass for very long. He was lucky that it was Harley with him, instead; the role became more of who he was and ergo became easier to be when they were around. On top of that Harley was great about feeding his ego, and took good care of him while allowing him to believe he was the strongest one around the whole time. [/COLOR]


Nodding, Jed pulled his phone from his pocket and pressed the proper number to reach the nurse. He couldn't stop his laugh at her suggestion to do another shot because despite how fast the staff could be, they weren't going to appear instantaneously. "Red is so not your color, love." Jed murmured with a grin. "Then again, perhaps I'm a bit biased. I like it best when you've got nothing on." He teased lightheartedly before the staff picked up and Jed asked in a firm yet polite way for assistance. "I really hate that sweatshirt now; it was covering that wonderful figure of yours." He pointed out as he hung up. Now was just to wait for the nurse to arrive and after a third shot the nurse was there. 


"What can you tell me about the injury?" The older woman inquired, lifting his limp arm in her's and pressing probing fingers down from his shoulder all the way to his hand. Jed glanced over at Harley before looking back at the nurse. 


"This girl struck me with an odd blow and since then I haven't been able to move or feel the arm. I also couldn't transfer the injury, and have no access to my chi on that side." He said, tone chill as if it wasn't all that serious. "Probably some kind of chi attack." He added because he thought he was that cool. The nurse was quiet for a long moment. 


"Your arm, itself, is in decent health." She said, sitting back and beginning to work on making a sling for it. "The chi will wear off, and once it does your arm will be back to normal but until then you should keep it in a sling." She didn't give a reason for the sling but Jed was kind of glad for it. At least he would have 'bandages' and could play off the war hero that much more. 


"That's it? It'll 'wear off eventually'? And here I thought you guys were supposed to actually help us." He said, tone becoming a bit snotty in an attempt to show off for Harley. And also because 'it'll wear off eventually' was not a satisfying answer. 


"Whatever girl attacked you her attack isn't going to do lasting damage. By the amount of chi you have accumulated in your shoulder I would say your arm should be fine by the time you wake up tomorrow but I'm not certain. When you have the chance it would be good if you wrote up a description of the girl so that we can find out more about her. Just be glad you're arm isn't permanently disabled." The woman said, getting a bit huffy thanks to Jed's tone. She then turned and walked off after tying Jed's arm in the sling. Jed just turned to look at Harley and then down at his arm. 


"Well, at least I'm not going to die." He said with a roll of his eyes.


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/monthly_2016_12/1bdd36c31f6bec3a60558b7c095112d1.jpg.340a0d20fdf6dfaf78bba7104c177853.jpgJaspar aka Noose - With Archie


Getting to hear the man continue to speak amused Jaspar. It was such a weird accent and Jaspar wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh at the man, or figure out how he spoke the way he did. However, the comment about 'pillow talk' had Jaspar flushing red. He leaned forward, causing hair to curtain over one side of his face as he gazed intensely at the ground. Was the man flirting or teasing him? Cock? Could this guy get any odder? Jaspar took the hand, nonetheless and gave it a firm, professional shake. He was a little too flustered by 'Cock's' comment to even think about chi.


"Australian..." Jaspar repeated, still gazing at the ground. "I'm Noose, by the way." He added offhandedly as he attempted to get his blush and himself under control. "Where are you rushing off to? Maybe I can help?" Where those words even came from Jaspar had no idea but they were out of his mouth before he could think better of it. Perhaps I can play this off as my suspicions of him being a Spectre. If I go with him I'll find out for sure, won't I? And perhaps I could throw a wrench into his plans. There we go, that will solve the problem. Jaspar knew he was kidding himself... and though his mind felt a little foggy with something he couldn't describe, that he was still curious about the Australian wasn't something he was interested in denying. For now he was on a mission and following 'Cock' seemed to be as good a plan as any. Maybe Jaspar would get lucky and he would be a spectre. Maybe he'd be even luckier and he wouldn't be. 


@Danoram


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Eliza_S.jpg.5ec46f48c09db872d8687f612b391c8f.jpgEliza aka PowerUp - With Emelia


The blue eyed girl just stared at her beautiful friend with an expression of awe when Emelia flawlessly explained the poetic quotes. "Do you think they even have a good poem that makes bugs pretty?" Eliza whispered conspiratorially, leaning towards Emelia with a look of true curiosity. Her tone also showed a heavy sense of admiration for her friend.


"Right? Oh... you know, I think your name is more poetic though. It might not make someone think of 'frost' or ice or snow but when I hear Emelia it sounds like a song without music, you know? It rolls off the tongue so beautifully it's like... like... a poem in one word!" She said. "Sorry that I shorten it to Emmie though... I guess that kind of ruins the poem." She said after a moment. She loved calling Emelia, Emmie, though. Mainly because it made her feel special to be allowed to call Emelia a nickname, but more then anything it felt like a symbol of friendship. Se really did love Emelia and it meant a lot to her to be special to her best friend in any way that was possible to be. The car having rolled to a stop didn't really bother Eliza until they were getting out, and she was staring at everything with wide eyed wonder.


"Huh." She said, so very intelligently, as Emelia explained the emotion behind poetry. It took a moment for Eliza to truly process Emelia's words; it was typical for her to be a little slow when trying to understand something. "I don't know if I like that. It feels sad to think beauty won't last forever. Like how a song has to end, and people have to die. I don't like those emotions at all." She said, shivering a bit. Taking a hold of Emelia's hand, she skipped towards the mall nonetheless.


"With all the things you hear about this place, this is kind of cool anyway. I was thinking there'd be graffiti everywhere and thugs walking around but like... there are normal poor people here." She giggled, not really thinking to keep her voice down but not speaking terribly loud either.


@Danoram  




/monthly_2016_07/8f02ecbd10afa9f73fe0b365b428ce7f2.jpg.ceaeaca997a9cfc1e8494dfa53e6d672.jpgLyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - Heading to the Noodle Place where Nixon left his Bag


Lyre could feel Nixon's eyes on her but she couldn't look up. Her eyes were beginning to sting but the very last thing she wanted to do was allow Nixon to see her cry. It was bad enough she was a burden on them, she didn't want to ruin their mood as well with crying. She was surprised at the touch and startled before following his guiding hand to look up at him. Her lower lip quivered and she nodded, unable to actually answer his first question. She shook her head sharply no when he asked if he had made her feel that way. Of course he hadn't; couldn't he see that she was just causing them trouble and slowing them down. She was an obstacle to the mission. Lyre shook her head again when he asked if he had hurt her feelings. How could he not see that she was the problem; that's all. She was just trouble thanks to her chi.


For a minute Lyre was forced to wonder if Nixon could read minds. Since being made to look at Nixon Lyre had been unable to look away, glancing over at Vixa when she was brought up and feeling a small chip form in her heart allowing a slow warmth to seep in. Like sitting next to a small fire when it was snowing... it was a comfort, but only a small comfort. Wished for me to stay? The thought echoed across Lyre's mind as her face flushed pink. Lyre bit her lower lip, fighting a giggle at the response. She knew that of all the people in the world, Nixon was not one of the ones who disliked her genie form. The pink flush turned a deep shade of red when Nixon admitted he thought she was beautiful in Genie form. Still, Lyre wasn't entirely sure what to say. 


Heart breaking in the best kind of way, Lyre felt a few tears slide down her cheeks as she hugged Nixon and Vixa close. "Sorry guys. I just... you know... I didn't want to make you worry longer because I kept getting distracted with wishes." She said with a sigh before her eyes lit up with an idea. "Nixon, if you do make that wish... then I don't have to grant any other wishes until I finish granting yours." She said with a full smile, still holding her friends tightly. "It'd be worth the looks as long as I don't become a burden for you two." She said, before pulling back, her hands sliding to grasp Vixa and Nixon's hands, fingers lacing together with them, smile in place. "So Nix, make the wish so we can get underway, right? And thanks for the hug, Vixa... funny how sincere words and a hug can take the blues away right?" She said, releasing Nixon's hand a moment to wipe the tears from her cheeks.


@Danoram @NyxNightmare 


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Donni_S.jpg.a0ad76207029ad8dc703ee9ad95ad9ff.jpgDonnovan aka NewDawn - Rose Disctrict - With Zhi, Memphis, and Holly


What the heck?! Donnovan stared on in wonder as Holly did something nice for someone who wasn't her. He shook his head, knocking the gobsmacked expression from his face and instead went back gazing impassively at the things around through the one eye that his hair wasn't hanging over. He gave a dry chuckle at Holly's response to his comment, and shrugged before rolling his eyes when he thought he'd be safe from her noticing. How is it that Memphis seems to have wisdom above the senior members? Or at least above Holly... Donni thought, gazing at Memphis with a contemplative expression. 


"I'm not much of a sports fan." Donnovan replied simply, arching a brow at Memphis when he said he was more of a 'mini golf' type guy. For whatever reason he pictured himself and Jed in ridiculous golf outfits, trying to make it past the windmill. He shook his head. "I prefer Baseball to anything." But only when Jed was pitching and he was catching. He wasn't going to bring his brother up, though. Not when Holly was just itching for a reason to be even more suspicious then he was. 


"Truth be told I have never bowled before. It wasn't a pass time I ever considered taking up." Donnovan said, mainly to Memphis. He ordered his own pair of shoes, wondering why they were renting shoes, as he followed after Holly and Memphis. 


@Danoram @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot 


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Keagan.jpg.00637609327cb986203330b1631907cc.jpgKeagan aka Oogie Boogie - With Lucy


Taking the friendly talking cat along with him, Keagan called for quite a few bugs to join him and there was a smattering of buzzing as well as scuttling as bugs made their way to him, climbing up his shoes and under the cuffs of his pants to hide away from society until they had their actual plans. It was a simple matter placing his more trusted ears and eyes about and he strolled all the way to Rose District, not really saying much to the cat since he was so busy conversing with his insects. He was also recruiting some of the natural outside insects, smiling as a bee landed on his finger after having flown quite the distance from his call. He hoped the queen bee wouldn't mind him borrowing the worker. 


"Sorry about being so non talkative." He finally apologized to the cat with an uncertain shrug. There weren't many bugs on him anymore as he had sent most of his mission party off on their respective missions to live in certain places. "Now that I have most of my bugs off running their missions, what do you want to do? I need to just hang out here where I can listen in and continue recruiting but we can chat while I do. It'll pass the time better."  


@Corgi 


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


Thanks to the wooziness in Oliver's head he was in and out of the pursuing conversation. He caught something about girls, sleeping gas or something... he glanced over at Russ when he began to speak, and then down at the table as he tried to just stay awake. He almost startled right out of his seat when a new voice joined them, and sounded so very sure of itself as it spoke to Russ. He looked up to see a face he didn't know and then went back to staring uncertainly at the table. Russ had done good, and so had Audence. At least they had tried, right? That was the important thing of course. He grit his teeth as he felt a sneeze coming on and fought hard to repress it. 


"Woooow." Oliver said, his imagination conjuring up a wonderfully gory image of what the tiger must have looked like. "That's still amazing! You literally stabbed someone in the back! That's beyond cool!" Oliver gushed, like a girl going on about horses. "Do you think you did real muscle damage?" He asked excitedly before he could rein himself back in. "Oh... so that's why... do you think Dale might be dead?" Oliver didn't sound overly heart broken at the idea; more enthralled. 


He quieted down when Audence mentioned the 'alliance', realizing it would probably be a good idea to listen. Oliver shrugged at Russ' question, looking over at the girl. The tickle of a sneeze started up again but instead of stopping it this time he ended up allowing the sneeze, and aimed right for the woman's shoes. He probably should have thought that through a little more, though, because the sticky substance caused the woman's foot to be stuck to the ground. Her expression of revulsion didn't really bother Oliver. Instead he just looked up at her, blinking innocent eyes. 


"Sorry." And if you knew Oliver you could hear the mirth in his tone but if not, it would sound like a sincere apology. 


@BlueInPassing @Danoram


View attachment 208084Niki aka Ryuu - with Valentine & Darin


Niki gave Valentine a sad, appreciative smile at her words but didn't comment. If she could be at the bottom of every stairwell she'd know falling down stairs wasn't what caused him to get hurt so often. He pretended to watch with fascination at the way she moved, nodding as if she were saying something truly amazing. "So that's what I've been doing wrong." He intoned, though it made his chest constrict to say so. Part of him wanted to confide in her and in his other friends but... he couldn't drag others down with his own problems. What if he lost them the way he had lost his father? Niki couldn't allow that. 


It was easy to throw on a smile, like he usually did, whenever attention was put on him. Niki bit his tongue against his first response:  You wouldn't need to kidnap, you could have just visited. Instead, Niki put on a wide smile. "It would have been great to escape, next time you should rescue me! I was missing this place!" This place that he actually never came to really. He did sometimes but not often enough to even be called a 'regular.' 


Darin's comment about him landing himself in the hospital again was a sock to the gut and he couldn't pull more then a weak half smile when a phone was pointed at them. My luck it won't be the hospital next time. It will be the morgue. He thought, though he kept any bitterness from his face. He refound his brighter smile as Darin spoke to Valentine because he was right about her and her surprises. 


"Thanks Darin, that's really great of you. You really are a nice guy, doing all this for me since I only just got out of the hospital." Niki wasn't an idiot so he didn't lay it on too thickly, and he didn't shout the words, but he did as Darin was doing. He gave the man a wide, shining smile though the warmth wasn't really all encompassing. He did appreciate Darin covering whatever he got; that really was nice of him. "I'm so lucky to have you looking out for me." He added after a moment of thought. He refused to call Darin his brother... it would have been a curse for Darin if they were related. But he could pretend Darin was a wonderfully protective friend. Like Valentine.


@NyxNightmare @SirBlazeALot


((Peyton is stalking the cute crew ,Umm is doing her own thing, Waiting on Evey to post for Dale, Sean is off looking for other Spectres, Male-ony is heading to the collapsed building, ))

 

[Leaf Fi]

Jurriaan


Location: West District


Flirting with: His emo self


Have you ever been so scared in your life that your senses begin to close down? Almost like you're fazing out of reality, but while you cannot hear a thing, you are fully aware of the people in front of you are communicating and demanding you to reply. Jurriaan was in that state at the moment, and boy was he freaking out as a result. The cute foreign guy he had flirted with hadn't appreciated his little one liner at all, the words and saliva spat on his face was evidence of this, and hearing that the only thing to bring pleasure to the other would be harming the blonde, Jurriaan almost collapsed in a pile on the ground in absolute sheer terror. It was then that his loss of hearing occurred, and the only coherent thought in his mind was that he was going to die. In his panicked state, he couldn't even tell that these guys were part of a rival gang; in fact, he just thought they were some low life bullies that wanted his money or found his accent stupid. He would have loved to make a joke about them being some dedicated secret admirers that didn't know that this wasn't the way to express their love, but seeing the look in their eyes... The way they all came at once... Their intentions weren't going to be pleasant, and Jurriaan wasn't going to be able to fight his way out of this. A lump rose in his throat, and he pressed his lips together in a tight line before closing his eyes.


'H-help me... P-please...' He begged to whatever God was listening.


When he opened his eyes once more, it seemed his wish was granted; the males had diverted their attention away from him, and they all began to split up and head in different directions. It was strange, very strange, but he could feel relief break through the wall of terror and pour all over his body. Like the wall, he crumbled, falling onto his backside in a shivering, teary mess. His breathing was all over the place now, and he couldn't move his legs as his chi was planting his feet firmly to the ground, but he was alive and safe... It was a miracle he got out unscathed. He didn't even care that they just randomly left and didn't give any thought of how it was suspicious; Jurriaan was just relieved. But then something hit him: what would Jason say if he found out about this? Would he be kicked from the gang? It wasn't the first time he got screwed over by a bad guy today, and this time he didn't even try to stop the evil doer... Nibbling on his bottom lip, he could feel something slip down his cheek. He sniffed angrily, wiping the liquid away with the back of his hand before sighing. What a gangster he was... But there was no point in weeping though; there was a meeting on, and he was late enough as it was. Still, even as he breathed to calm his racing heart and have his chi release him, a cloak of shame rested over his shoulders. 


Once he was able to wiggle his toes once more, Jurriaan knew he could move. Swiftly, he pushing himself up from the ground and took a cautious step forward, gulping away the nerves that still remained. Those guys might still be around, so he would have to be a little more careful... This time though, if they were to meet, he wouldn't hesitate in beating one of them up! He needed to prove he was masculine and strong, after all... But knowing Jurriaan, what would happen is that he would probably flee the scene and walk a longer route to the Survivor. Anyways, after a couple of uncertain steps forward, he began to make his way to the old building once more, however his legs requested to move in a longer route to do so. With the ordeal that happened, he wanted to prolong seeing his Leader, and boy was he gonna do that as much as possible. 


(This post deleted like twice so this is my third time rewriting and I got annoyed, lol. That's why it isn't the best, so I apologise. I'll probably have this poor guy bump into Chikage and the others, but for now imma ponder and think)

Hanako
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Location: East District
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Laughing with: Iliya
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'I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this.' Hanako breathed to herself as she wandered around with her hands behind her back, a big happy grin on her face. The serene environment around her was beautiful, and while it reminded her of her farm, there was something about having a crowd of people laughing and snacking away as they went about their daily lives that just gave the place a sweeter tone. There weren't any animals to chase into pens as well, which was even better. Aah, it just was a better place to be.~
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Allowing her eyes to wander, the tanned girl absentmindedly wandered around, taking care to not stumble or bump into anyone. However, despite being so careful, she soon found someone standing on the tips of her toes, and in unison both of the girls let out a surprised yelp. Hanako stumbled backwards a step, a hand over her chest and the other over her mouth, and the girl who had walked into her fell backwards onto the ground. Before she could check if the other was okay, the long haired girl began to ramble a rushed apology, a pink hue colouring her cheeks and her eyes going wide in panic. 'Poor thing...' 
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"H-hey, it's okay! Don't worry!" Hanako replied quickly so the other hadn't a chance to ramble again, "Honest! I should have watched where I was going too!" Dropping her hand from her mouth and stretching it towards the other, she offered her a kind smile to ease her nerves. "You aren't hurt, are you?" 
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@Corgi
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Edric


Location: Shoe shop


Conversing with: Graveel


Her bright attitude was something that never failed to make him smile. Edric chuckled lowly as Graveel spouted out countless thank yous, and he simply shook his head in response. "I'm glad I was of assistance, Graveel." He said as she stood up. Almost immediately, her arms were wrapped around his body in a tight, signature Graveel hug, and the smile on his lips widened  at the endearing action. He returned the hug swiftly, and they embraced for around a second until he made the suggestion to pay for her shoes. Wrong move. As she pulled away and gave him a narrowed eyed stare, he could see the internal pout on her lips. '... Whoops...' The silver haired male sheepishly glanced to the side, scratching his cheek. 'Next time, perhaps...'


Allowing the girl to pay (if he tried to be gentlemanly again, she would have surely slapped him with her purse and scolded him in front of the cashier), he watched as she strutted back, requesting for them to do something together. Or, well, dance, seeing as she was putting on her own little exaggerated performance in front of him. The corner of his lip pulling upwards in amusement, he playfully hummed, hand shifting down to his chin as if in thought. "Something fun, you say? I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest idea what we could do, my dear." Edric frowned lightly, shaking his head as if he was confused. Seeing as he was usually rather oblivious to gestures in conversations or picking up sarcastic tones, he hoped to play the dumb card for now. Bending over and swiftly taking the shopping bag, he hung it from his arm before continuing, "If you meant doing your makeup, I'm afraid I'd have to refuse your request. Last time I did that it wasn't so much fun getting it off, remember?" Tapping the tip of her nose mischievously, the male moved towards the door and held it open for the pretty girl, a cheeky glint to his eyes.


@Corgi


((Alrighty! I should have Steph up tomorrow, it's getting kinda late and I wanted to get at least one post up today. Rapid Fire responses should be coming either tonight or tomorrow as well, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!~))

 

[hosaki]

Amélie Fournier
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"Eight Ball" | Member of White Tigers
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Location: The Den


Interacting With: Harley and Jeddidia 

“You mustn’t be so quick to tempt fate.”


Amélie Fournier seemed to materialize in the doorway with nothing but the rustling of her skirts to indicate her entrance. She gave the pair a wry smile through half-lidded eyes, her lashes fluttering delicately against her pale cheeks with every blink. Usually, the expression was a conscious attempt at building her image as the “Dark, Mysterious Knower of Things,” but today, it was just a natural product of her afternoon nap. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a handkerchief from her billowing sleeves to hide a yawn she had been trying to suppress.


“Sorry, it seems I’m still a bit drowsy.” Honestly, she was never one to nap, but sleep had stolen upon her this noon and pulled her into the world of dreams. Strange and foreboding dreams too, if the confusion that pervaded her murky recollections could be trusted.


“You two are drinking? I do like some Rumchata myself...” Amélie trailed off, mildly caught off guard by the fact that she had not actually seen the shot glasses or the drink they were pouring out, yet she had still known somehow. Curiouser and curiouser, since her foretelling dreams, as frivolous as they were, had always been clear and memorable. Oblivious to the fact that she was interrupting their alone time, she slid out a stool and seated herself with a troubled expression. It was only Jeddidia’s arm in a sling that jolted her from the muddled thoughts swirling about in her mind -- so that was the context he had been speaking in. Had he been in a fight? One way or the other, something was going on this afternoon.


“Is your arm alright? And come to think of it, the Den is surprisingly quiet today. Where has everyone gone?” She looked around as if a fellow member would pop out from behind the furniture.


@RubyRose @SirBlazeALot

 
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Aidan Weiss
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"Frostbite" | Member of White Tigers
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Location: In an abandoned building near the Survivor


Interacting With: Delson and Spade 


"Don't go overboard and start killing people." Aidan's first thought then had been, "How vulgar." Now, Chikage's implied charge against him was untrue as well: if blood was all that he had on his mind, he wouldn't be skulking around in this abandoned building, away from all of the action. Going 'overboard' -- that was a different story. If you want something, you can never go too far to obtain it. Aidan shivered in anticipation, a slow grin easing its way onto his face beneath the surgical mask he had strapped on. It was almost enough to erase any memory of the revolting car ride he had to endure to get this far. Thankfully, the driver didn't ask too many questions, only taken the money and dropped him off a few blocks away from the Specters' headquarters.


He climbed through the window from the fire escape with a cautious eye out for any unwanted attention. Broken glass littered the ground and almost all of the windows were insufficiently paned to keep out the elements. Aidan held up an arm to fend off the copious amounts of light streaming in, all the while trying to pick his way through the debris. Finding the coast relatively clear save for the strangest scene below of some red-clad teenagers fighting geisha (probably Spade's doing), Aidan uncapped the can with a trembling hand. Not out of fear, for anything worth value involved a certain degree of risk. Was it the risk that made his heart pound like this? There were many uncertain factors to his plan: perhaps Delson had already completed his mission, but had failed to notify the rest of the group. Such forgetfulness could be expected from the man, as he apparently did not even have the memory capacity to remember how the target looked like. Perhaps the spectacle would not be enough to draw as much attention as he expected it to. Perhaps he had not covered his tracks sufficiently, and would suffer dire consequences for his actions. But those were all par for the course. Playing against all of these factors was what made this moment so... invigorating. 


Aidan's breathing quickened as he doused the room with generous doses of kerosene. Acquiring it had been significantly more difficult than getting to the Survivor quickly, but smartphone technology had proved its use once again. Moving outwards towards the fire escape, he cast a satisfied look at his surroundings. After this, there was no turning back. In one fluid motion, Aidan struck a match and tossed it into the crumbling building. Soon, the fire would be visible for any Specters within the district. And if not, the blare of sirens heading towards the Specters' headquarters would be enough to lead their attention back to where it ought to be.


The man dropped down into the alleyway without a sound and hurried off, keeping to the shadows as he did so. The mask went to a dumpster he passed along the way, the gloves in a pile of rancid trash spilling out from an overturned garbage can. Once he was safely away from the immediate crime scene, he pulled out his phone to text Delson and Spade.


My apologies, I was accosted by some Specters. I will soon arrive at the destination to provide assistance. Will you be so kind as to update me on the situation?


@Danoram @Leaf Fi @NyxNightmare @RubyRose @SirBlazeALot

 

[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 & Amelie[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Jed took the bait, much to Harley’s delight. If compliments gave you empty calories, Harley would be one fat motherfucker, cause she sure did everything in her power to fish for them any chance she got. She turned pink and flirtatiously giggled at Jed’s little pick up line and held a finger to her lips as he waited for the adult Tigers to answer. Once he finished, she replied to his next line with another laugh and a dismissive wave. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You’re a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]perv[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Jeddidia Elias,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she teased and playfully hit his shoulder.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Maybe we should get even, huh~?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She asked and tugged at the sleeve of Jed’s jacket. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You’re gonna have to take it off for the nurse any[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]waaaay[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley teased in a low voice  with a wink before bashfully adding, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hopefully you’ll have to get out of that shirt too…”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley sat by Jed’s bedside, watching the two of them eagerly, but kept her mouth shut as instructed by the nurse as Jed got his check up. She let out a tiny sigh of relief as the nurse revealed that Jed would be okay, and that his arm would go back to normal soon, just how the woman that did this to him will eventually revert back to a woman. Even as Jed copped a little attitude with the nurse, Harley kept quiet, though his antics weren’t fruitless. Harley covered a little smile on her face as the nurse responded. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Once Jed’s arm was all tied up and the nurse left, she took Jed’s hand in her’s and replied, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Thank God, what would I do without my Clyde~?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She affectionately rubbed the skin of her hand with her thumb. He probably didn’t want to hear it, but he looked pretty adorable with his little arm sling. Now that they determined he would be okay, Harley wanted to get back to the Rumchata. After all, they had another reason to celebrate now. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]But before they could get back to business, Harley’s eyes flicked up at the sound of another woman’s voice. She whipped around and greeted her with a wide and bright smile that perfectly hid how threatened she was by her presence. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hey [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Amélie~[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She greeted the woman cheerfully.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Look Jed, it’s [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Amélie[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px],”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She nudged him knowingly and explained to Amélie, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Haven’t you heard? There was a[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] big[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] attack on West District today. I guess Chikage thought you wouldn’t be much help?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley spoke sweetly and inoffensively so that her little jab wouldn’t be detected as hostile. Had she been in male form, her teasing would have been more overt, as it usually is with Amélie. She was one of those people who didn’t buy the whole psychic act, but also didn’t completely understand her Chi. The only reason she didn’t outright gas her at every turn was to show respect for older members. [/SIZE]



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[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: Brax, Leon, & Mori[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Much to his surprise, Del found himself immediately yanked into the room and thrown on his back.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Agh!!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he grunted as the back of his head hit the floor and his new RSHS cap began to slip off. He suppressed the instinct to teleport away, mostly because the guy that pinned him to the ground was still touching him, so wherever Del went, he would go too. Del seethed, shut his eyes, winced, and tried to come up with a plan to get himself out of this mess. This would require finesse out the ass.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Easy, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]easy[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] guys!! Ah...” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he pleaded to his captors. He rolled his head back as much as he could when he heard a man’s voice. Emo haircut. Tied up. That was him. The fish guy, who just so happened to no longer be a fish guy. Luck was clearly on Del’s side, and the fish guy’s too. Del’s heart beat rapidly and found that it wasn’t hard to speak convincingly given how panicked he was.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright just take it easy guys! I-I’m not a Dragon! I’m a Spectre, see!?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del stopped squirming and focused on his targets. He didn’t know anything about either of these two, but he immediately picked out Mori to plant a seed of doubt. After all, he needed Brax to let go of him so he could get Leon and get the fuck out of there.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Who the hell are you?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he asked, shooting accusing eyes at Mori.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I’ve never seen you arou-- you know, nevermind, it’s not important!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Del shook his head and continued explaining,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “We need to get [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]thaaaat [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]guy--” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del strained to nod his head toward Leon behind him. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“--outta here! The Dragons are here for him, and they’re gonna tear this place down if we don’t take him and leave [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]NOW[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!”[/SIZE]


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[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 nodded with understanding and replied,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I feel it.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He didn’t really though, because he loved sports and didn’t understand how anyone could just collectively denounce all of them. There were so many different games! You had to like at least [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]one[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. Turns out Donni did. Baseball. Memphis’s face lit up.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “No way! I[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] love[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] baseball!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He looked up after he tied his shoes.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I played on the Freshman team last year,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he said proudly. His cheerful expression faltered a bit and he explained with a little wry laugh, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I had to quit though. Once I unlocked my potential it got hard to… you know turn it off? When you see a speeding baseball coming right at you and you’re so focused on hittin’ the ball and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]nothin’ else[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]? It just kinda… well… it just kinda kept happening.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis rubbed the back of his head as memories of baseballs slowing down in midair and taking ages to reach him took his mind, followed by the memory of running from first base to home in half the time it normally took. But now that he’d joined the Dragons, he’d gotten his Chi more under his control, though during times of extreme stress or if his adrenaline was pumping, it would still activate. He still doubted he could participate in any school sports at this point. Using Chi to win baseball games was dishonest, so he was fine with not playing anymore. Besides, he had the Dragons now to occupy his time.[/SIZE]





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


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


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Niki & Darin[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine clasped her hands together and watched Darin and Niki interact with each other as if she was watching two long lost brothers be reunited after spending years apart from one another. She laughed gleefully, more than anyone should at Darin’s joke about Niki being held hostage at the hospital.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Yeah! We’ll just have Dr. Honeytoast take care of you next time!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy. She meant Lizzy. She was one of those Cobras that went along with all of Lizzy’s wild roles, so much so that she had practically forgotten her actual name. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Val followed behind the boys to their table, and when Darin took his picture, she happily leaned into Niki and smiled sweetly. As soon as he uploaded it, she got an alert that he did so and liked the photo immediately. When she set her phone down, it was time to order. Darin practically read her mind and started talking about surprises. Any other girl in the restaurant probably would have been blushing madly and stuttering like an idiot as Darin put the moves on her, but Valentine just nuzzled her cheek against his until he presented the present. Valentine gasped and cooed,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Oh my goodneeeeess~!![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]as if Darin had just set a puppy in front of her. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Thank you [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]so much [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Alvaro, I[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] loooove it[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She squealed happily and attached the cute ass keychain to her keyring, which now had more keychains than keys.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She nodded in agreement with Niki and concurred, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yes,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Alvaro[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px],”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she glanced at Niki and gave him a little smile as she emphasized Darin’s stage name to politely notify Niki not to call him  Darin at work.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “You really [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]are[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] amazing~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] The word may be overused, especially by Valentine, and may have lost its meaning. But she meant it every time she said it. She knew that his job required him to take on a role, and she admired how committed he was to it. If she were in his shoes, she thought she wouldn’t be able to act nearly as well as he does. Little did she know, her personality type was exactly what most employers are looking for when it comes to customer service.[/SIZE]





@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] Vlad[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/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]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]Summer[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Asad[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are facing Chikage. 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]

 

[Danoram]

Audence "Puppet Master" Valor








Location: (West District) Restaurant | Interacting/Mentioned: Russ & Oliver








View attachment 226185Audence was not thinking straight, indeed. But who would be after taking a blow like that? I mean... just take a good look at himself and the two he's with. All three of them were imminently doomed the second Russ waved for a waiter.


     He just couldn't bring himself to stop talking despite the topic of conversation being better left unheard by the ears of an outsider. Not just that, though, but a citizen of the West District.


     Had he known his whereabouts, maybe he'd have chosen another thing to ramble about, using it as a means to avoid interaction with the waitress instead.


Oliver's questions came quick, leaving Audence with little time to answer each one individually. As he was about to, Russ caught his attention with a directing nod of his head towards the waitress who had yet to walk away.


     Now, Audence isn't skilled in the art of lip-reading, but he could understand exactly what Russ was mouthing, giving a snarky expression and shrugging in response.


     Then, come Russ' bold comment and Oliver's sneezing, Audence found himself tilting back in his chair in a sobbing fit of laughter as the woman let out a variety of high-pitched squeals and deep groans while trying to tear her foot from the floor, "What is wrong with you people?!"


     He scooted back and stood up, wiggling his fingers around with a threatening grin across his face. "I can cut you free if you'd like." 


 At this, the waitress was less than pleased or relieved. She scoffed and reared a hand back as though about to slap Audence, in which he instinctively stomped forward and shoulder-checked her, causing her to fall back onto the floor, foot still webbed in place. His chair, too, collapsed behind him and smacked loudly. You could hear an increase in chatter around the restaurant as people grew conscious of what was going on.


     The waitress was now crying and hiding her face with her notepad as a tall man dressed noticeably different than all of the other employees quickly made his approach; it was probably the manager.


@RubyRose @BlueInPassing








Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn










Location: Heading to Kokoro's | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre & Vixa



/monthly_2016_12/58618f65cd694_Nixon(1).jpg.8b11b96ebf848958d8e80713d3354c08.jpgNixon couldn't bring himself to understand why Lyre had felt herself to be a burden on the two of him and Vixa. It didn't make sense. 


     For as long as he has known her, not once has he ever found himself feeling annoyed by how often she grants wishes. In fact, that's how he came to meet her -- through a wish. 


Seeing the girl blush as clearly as she did, Nixon couldn't help but bite his tongue and stand stupid with a dumbfounded expression on his face, just staring down at her as though she had done something strange or out of the ordinary.


     Even as Vixa enjoined them all into another group hug, he just stood with blinking eyes, sub-consciously patting both girls on the back while trying to figure out what this peculiar sensation was telling him.


     It was a strange feeling; a growing tickle in his chest that he wanted to call warmth, but that wouldn't make a whole lot of sense, would it?


     Nixon doesn't directly recognize such things as hot and cold anymore -- not since the arising of his chi abilities. He can look at a thermometer and see that something is 100 degrees Fahrenheit, then look at something which is -5 degrees Fahrenheit, and already know their differences as hot and cold, but these two objects will feel completely the same to him upon contact. 


     He won't jerk his hand back in pain from a stove eye, or shiver at the touch of an ice cube being tossed down his shirt as a silly joke, or even complain that the wind is too chilly or the sun is too scorched.


Things like this just don't immediately register to Nixon. Torch him with fire for a period of time, though, and he'll start to burn -- same for liquid nitrogen, or something. If it exceeds his 300 to -10 degree limits, then his body can only match the given object's temperature for a brief period of time before pain begins to kick in.


     When Lyre spoke up, Nixon flinched to attention, spitting a quick, "Huh?" before quietly listening with his arms lightly wrapped around her and Vixa. As the Genie's eyes lit up, so did Nixon's, and the corners of his lips slowly turned up into a small smile. 


     Making a wish now seemed like a way better idea than it first had. The last thing he would want is for Lyre to be uncomfortable as a consequence to something he decided to do on a whim -- not without her whole-given consent.


     She pulled back from the hug, then so did Nixon as he quickly snapped Vixa a kind smile before glancing down at the hand suddenly gripping his own. Their placement had changed from Vixa being in the middle to Lyre now, but Nixon remained on the same side.


He allowed the Genie to wipe her tears, then once again took her hand, feeling the wetness on his own but not really caring, "The only thing that really worried me was you thinking we'd be better off without you," he laughed, continuing, "But alright..."


     Nixon inhaled sharply and held his breath, even popping his neck and rolling his shoulders to add to the suspense of the moment. Then, he cupped the girl's hand with his free one and stared down into her eyes, glancing back and forth between each one while thinking about how to word his wish. You know what they say: "Be careful what you wish for."


     "Lyre Chandra..." he paused, accidentally allowing his thoughts to delve deep into a made-up story-line behind what may be going on between them in the eyes of outsiders. Some might think he's proposing, which slightly amused Nixon because he's always enjoyed your typical romantics like the ones you read about in stories such as Gone With the Wind or Pride and Prejudice, etc. The Notebook is one of his personal favorites.


     Back to reality, the guy grinned, "I wish you'd stay with me until- Wait! Wait-wait-wait! Us~ I wish you'd stay with us... until... we've at least found my bag, or finished the mission!"


@RubyRose @NyxNightmare














Xavier "Sting" Brax ft. Corbin De'Luca "Gluttony" Leon Agnelli




Location: (The Survivor) Hostage Room | Interacting/Mentioned: Leon, Mori, & Delson



/monthly_2016_12/585c8865ada50_Brax(1).png.0df3b9b234e1a75a5a4e4e19924c48de.png     Leon, at the time, couldn't be bothered to respond to the Spectre girl's antics, ignoring her when she told him to wink if he was a hostage, and just kept his gaze on Brax as he worked something out with the doorknob.


     It was amusing to see how easily the guy took to propping a chair under it considering it was the idea of someone who should be treated an enemy.


The only problem here, aside from behind held captive, was that he'd have to buy a new shoelace.


Before you knew it, Brax was tackling their guest to the floor, and Mori was quick on her feet to return the door shut, also stepping in with a question that I'm sure each of them were wanting to know.


     I mean, the guy didn't look like a Dragon or a Tiger... but it was hard to be sure, especially for someone like Brax who can't come to a given decision or conclusion without some form of proof or help on the matter. He's fairly gullible, so when Delson started to accuse Mori, his entire image of her changed, and he suddenly felt like he couldn't trust a soul within the room, turning his head to stare at her over his shoulder.


     His gaze sought hers, but before he could meet it, he turned back to face the guy beneath him, just barely loosening his grip so as to avoid hurting him. 


"We need to get thaaaat guy--" Brax's eyebrow twitched. He didn't turn to look at Leon because he already knew who Delson was talking about, but instead glared intensely down at him until he finished warning them. 


     Then, waiting a second, he nodded before getting off of Delson and helping him up -- not really offering but instead just literally jerking him to his feet by the collar of his shirt, giving him a little push too.


This wasn't a sign of trust, or anything, by the way. Brax didn't know who to trust by now, so he was going with instinct, and instinct was telling him to get Leon out of that room.


/monthly_2016_12/5864abed1691f_Leon(1).png.d8ec5d8dddd2b50e32d84178b5856bfd.pngNever allowing his gaze to leave the either of Mori or Delson, Brax slowly backed up until he was close enough to Leon that he could step around him and untie him, making sure to extend an arm around his neck in case he tried to run, wrapping it at least three times around. Clearly the guy was unable to do anything when roped to a post, so it was the best he could come up with.


     Thankfully, Leon made no attempt to escape, and instead calmly rubbed at his wrists with a stoic expression before slowly standing to his feet and stretching his arms into the air. He looked at Delson, asking, "You're sure of yourself?" before slowly turning his gaze towards Mori as well, "Dragons are here?"


    He may not look it, but Leon is very happy right now. Little did the Spectres know that his Sabre Claws still rested by his sides, only hidden by his oversized, baggy hoodie. A trick crawled up his sleeve and he huffed confidently, immediately tossing one of the blades out from its sheath, directing it towards Delson's face while tearing the other from his side and cutting up Brax's arm, causing the guy to flinch in pain and instinctively draw his arm back, leaving a small trail of blood on the floor.


     Remember that Leon's blades act as boomerangs, always returning to the exact point from which they were thrown.



@SirBlazeALot @Corgi


(I'm working on Joe, Archie, and Chikage and will have them all up as soon as possible!)

 

[Danoram]

Joe "Just A Mechanic" Finchum



Location: (South District) Robbing a Cigarette Dispenser | Interacting/Mentioned: Quinn


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As Quinn started speaking, Joe raised a brow, anticipating some sort of rejection on the idea of stealing and swapping out Remiel and Vaughn's mailboxes. 


     But what kind of response did she actually receive? Uh, like, the best response ever! Joe's eyes lit up tenfold as she jumped to face her partner, continuing to walk, but only backwards now. "No way!?"


Quinn dismissed Mr. Hickles, and when she did, Joe shot a fist into the air a few times and cheered, "Hell. Fucking. Yeah!" Her tools clattered together during this moment of enthusiasm and excitement, and she even made sure to hug her little friend.


     "Let's get started then! Come on~" She took Quinn by the wrist and hastened their pace, sharply cutting the corner and just barely dodging an old man choking down a cigarette, slightly startling him.


     He shook a fist and cursed, "Fuck on!"


"Sorry not sorry," Joe joked cheekily, waving her free hand as she continued down the road, still pulling Quinn along. The old man put his cigarette out on his tongue before shaking his head and lightly laughing through his nose, having worked with the girl's dad in the welding business before. 


He could remember the days when he, too, ran around pissing off elderly folk and causing chaos around the districts. Good times.


Before long, Joe was releasing Quinn's hand to speed ahead -- not far -- where a grungy tobacco dispenser sat against the side of a closed Little General store that had apparently been robbed just days ago. Two people were killed, only one lived, and the culprits escaped with loads of cash.


     "Keep watch..." she whispered to herself as a clone began sprouting from her side in a rather grotesque manner. It approached Quinn with a smile, stopping by the girl's side to watch as the real Joe stepped over the strip of yellow caution tape surrounding the building. 


     For a second she just pointlessly poked around at the machine, even punched it once just to say she did it, shooting Quinn and her clone a toothy grin while slapping her own knee in silent, breathy laughter. Then, pulling out her battery-powered drill, she scooted the dispenser out away from the wall until there was enough room for her to fit behind it.


     "...This thing is a pain in the ass..." the clone repeated Joe's inaudible mutterings, standing with its arms crossed. It looked at the girl and raised a brow while baring its teeth, "Wanna help me out here, Quinn?" 


@Corgi

 

[Corgi]

Mori Cedenz  



Location: (Survivor) Hostage Room 



Interacting: Del @SirBlazeALot, Brax, and Corbin @Danoram

Mori had no doubt this man wasn't a Spectre. Every Spectre by this point knew of Jason's arrest, even Mori who was relatively new. At the boy's statement of being a Dragon, she raised an eyebrow. She didn't ask him if he was a Dragon. Honesty, she didn't even know Dragons and Spectres had anything against each other, so she glanced over at Brax.  


When the boy asked who she was, she furrowed her eyebrows, "I've never seen you around either!" She called out, glancing at Brax with a 'Can you believe this guy?' look, but wasn't met with the same expression.  


Mori frowned at this and readied her arm in case she had to throw, keeping it rasied and pointed at the boy on the ground. She understood why Brax didn't trust her. There wasn't any reason to in the first place. He barely knew her and she was fairly new to the gang, so he had no way of knowing that she wasn't a spy.  


When Brax jerked the guy up and started to untie the boy, "Brax..." She whispered, her arm still trained on Del if he tried anything, "Do you really think this is a g-" Before she could finish her sentence, the ropes were off the boy and he was stretching. He seemed harmless enough. When he asked the question, she directed her gaze over to the boy again, ready of an answer... But one never came. Instead, the hostage pulled out a weapon and slashed Brax. 


She looked over at Brax, eyes widened in surprise and fear, but before she even thought about it, she turned her arm and threw the pellet at Leon, hitting him in the side of his head, and watching him tumble to the floor with an audible crack. Her heart pounded and she felt adrenaline run through her blood as she stared at the boy. His head wasn't bleeding, and he was still breathing, so she had only knocked him out and possibly gave him a concussion. 


Mori turned to the blonde haired boy, grabbing another pellet and training it on him, "G-get in the corner." She told him through a shaky voice, glancing over to Brax who's arm was spilling out blood.  


The girl took her shoe and poked at the weapons that the hostage had before sliding them away from his grasp and putting them behind her, quickly taking off the jacket he had given her and tossed it to him, readying her arm at Del once more, "Wrap that around your arm, keep pressure on it. Do you think you'll be okay?" Mori asked, hands shaking as the kept her eyes trained on the boy. 


The girl was at a loss of what to do. If what the blonde said was true about the Dragon's being outside, that meant that her and Brax were in danger as well as anyone else that was in here. The two of them almost weren't able to take on one of them, nevermind how many were out there.  





She snapped out of her thoughts and took a deep breath to calm herself down, "You said that Dragon's are here for him," She motioned her head in the unconscious boy's direction, "and that they're about to enter the building, right?" 











Quinn Teeters  



Location: (South District) Robbing a Cigarette Dispenser  



Interacting: Joe @Danoram

 Quinn couldn't help but smile at her companion's excitement. It made her happy whenever Joe was this giddy. Seeing her friend happy was something that she always strived to see. As she laughed along with his thrilled behavior, she suddenly found herself being pulled along by the wrist. 


She was barely able to keep her feet on the ground as Joe sped away, almost being completely dragged at some points. After what seemed like ages, she was finally let go of and was panting, slowly trudging after Joe, "God, you have to learn to slow down, sometimes..." Quinn said when she finally caught up with him, glancing at where they were and furrowing her eyebrows, "Why are we here?" She asked, looking back at him and staring at the cigarette dispenser and letting out a sigh. 


The girl turned around, making sure no one was coming. When Joe asked for her help, she glanced at the dispenser and looked back at the boy. For a second, Quinn was about to summon someone that would be able to help, but realized that it wouldn't be role model material for her siblings, so she took a wallet out of her pocket and handed him a five, "Just buy whatever." 













Lucy Lynn Vaness 



Location: East District 



Interacting: Keagan @RubyRose 

The silence was nice. Of course, it wasn't completely silent. Cars raced by on occasions, people walked down the street with them, but for the most part, it was very nice. Being able to walk with someone in a comfortable silence. Through the walk, Lucy was evaluating him to a certain degree. She felt like, in a way, he and her were similar. She wasn't even sure how, she just felt compelled to help and be his friend. 


The cat jumped slightly when he spoke, too used to the silence. She didn't respond to his apology, not minding too much if he was talking or not. Her eyes followed the bugs as they skittered away, snapping her head back to the boy once he started speaking again. She nodded along, completely fine with talking to the boy, "Control bugs?" She asked, wanting to make sure that his chi was being able to control insects. 











Iliya Bloom 



Location: (East District) Lost 



Interacting: Hanako @Leaf Fi

Iliya's mouth slammed shut when the gorgeous girl said everything was okay. She tended to ramble on a lot, no matter what the circumstance is, if she's with one or two people, she just talks and talks. Her cheeks reddened more when she stuck her hand out, asking if she was okay, "Not hurt at all!" She said, not entirely sure if that was true. 


She didn't feel like she was in pain. Sure, her back was throbbing a little bit from the impact, but other than that, she couldn't feel a thing wrong. It could've been the adrenaline keeping her from feeling anything, but there was never a sure answer, "A-Are you okay?!" She immediately asked, eyes wide with worry.  


The poor girl felt guilty for not worrying about her sooner. They had both gotten into the collision so it was possible that she wasn't the only one that got hurt. Iliya's flushed cheeks calmed down after seeing the girl's smile, realizing that she was fine and that it was alright, "S-Sorry about my panic! I hope I wasn't too much of a bother." 











Graveel Sinclair 



Location: Shoe Shopping 



Interacting: Edric @Leaf Fi

Graveel continued her silly dance as her friend spoke, grabbing his and spinning herself, "Aww, c'mon Edric! We could go dancing or shopping or- Her eyes widened at his next lines she started laughing, "You had no idea what you were doing, and when you finished, I realized I didn't have anymore makeup wipes!" She laughed with a toothy smile, "Then we had to go to a party and I looked like an absolute mess!" She giggled, wiping little tears that had formed in her eyes. 


As soon as she calmed down, her eyes got wide and practically twinkled, an idea popping in her head. Her hand grabbed his and he dragged him out of the store, still being able to power walk despite being in heels. Suddenly, she stopped and squealled, looking over at Edric and quickly pushing him into the shop. 


When Graveel was younger, she used to pull her brother into the shop all the time. Gavin hated it because he never liked anything his sister did, but she knew he really liked the clothes. It was a very nice shop called Northstrom. They made highly expensive suits and dresses for special occasions, "Ah, memories~!" Graveel gushed, looking around the store and immediately laying eyes on a white suit with a beautiful mint green tie and looked at Edric, a smile playing on her face. 


An assistant immediately rushes over to assist and Graveel whispers in the woman's ear, glancing over to Edric. Both of them smile and then turn to Edric before grabbing him and putting him in a very nice dressing room, "Change into that and come out when you're ready!" Graveel called out, quickly scurrying off to find something else. 











Mikan Andrews 



Location: West District 



Interacting: Jurriaan @Leaf Fi

What was he doing.  


Mikan strolled down the West District's streets, humming a little tune to himself. He had never been to the West District before, which was probably why he ended up here. He wondered too much what is was like. Since he was a White Tiger, he never went over into Red Spectre territory. He had always stayed on his side... But his curiosity got the best of him, so here he was.  


In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect. Mikan was sure it would've been a lot more difficult to get from district to district, but he just strolled right in. Maybe he thought there would've been Spectre's in the streets, hunting down those who didn't belong, but who has the time for that? So Mikan was in the streets of a place he knew nothing about, walking along and minding his own business. He had no goal in being here. There was no mission he was sent on, he was just there, so he figured he might just enjoy it while it lasted. 


Suddenly, he saw a boy stumbling along, obviously hurt. Mikan, being the way too caring person he is and not thinking about who this person was, rushed to his side, "Whiteboard..." He whispered, "Dry Erase Marker." With his objects in hand, he wrote down, "Are you okay? Where are you going?" On the whiteboard, handing it to the boy and wrapping an arm around his waist, putting the guy's free arm around his shoulders. 

 

[NyxNightmare]

Darin/Alvaro-Black Cobras/Member
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Valentine's overly cute reactions pulled a light chuckle out of him. It was nice being able to say and do things a little thoughtlessly, and not have anyone take it too seriously. His plan appeared to be going just fine, his little fan club was watching endearingly. Darin was pleased with the way Niki was playing along, even if it seemed some smiles were forced. Not that Darin particularly found it concerning. He figured everyone threw around a fake smile at least once a day by now in this age. However, looking down at the bubbly figure that was before him, that theory was blasted out the window. There was no way this chic faked smiles. He shrugged off his mental ailments, only to find himself flinching at the sound of his name. His real name. If he had been holding a tea cup it would have shattered from the shock. Already he could hear his name being whispered, spilling out of girl's mouths. Girls that he personally found quite sickening. The way they giggled and looked at him like he was the last guy on earth, like they had to have him. Shakily running a hand through the strands of his wig, his amethyst eyes broke character for a mere moment. That son of a bitch....

Whether he meant to say it or not, Darin would have his revenge. Niki was a great guy, and to be quite honest, Darin had nothing against him. Sure he never actually visited him in the hospital after the first time where most of the gang showed up. And, everyone knows that you always show up for the first day, then after that it's up to the people who actually care. Maybe he should have more often. It would have been the friendly thing to do. But that wasn't really a Darin thing to do. He was always up and about, anywhere that was exciting. Hospital rooms? Not too much. But saying his real name in front of...in front of a pack of hungry wolves? Was this...was this what they called regret? No, no, Darin never regretted anything in his life, and he wasn't about to start now.He took the menus from the two of them. "You know what? Why don't I surprise you both?" He tilted his head and delivered his signature smile. Then, without awaiting a response he took off. 

Back in the kitchen he knew exactly what to get. For Val, he would choose the signature for the week, a chocolate hazelnut blend. A nice sweet flavor with a teasing aroma. And for good ol' Nikki an Earl Gray, simple and classy. But, with a bit of an extra somethin somethin. Taking a small bottle from his vest pocket he poured some of the liquid inside Niki's tea cup. None of that cheap shit either. No, every now and then Darin got hold of the strong stuff.  This should do it....a little alcohol never hurt anyone....He placed the cups on a silver tray and turned to take a slice of one of the strawberry cakes to compliment the drinks. Darin was always up to little tricks. Unknowingly, a co-worked stepped behind him and picked up the tray that was in their way and set it off to the side on the opposite table. Turning back with the cakes, Darin gazed around until he found the tray again. Err....Val's cup is on....the...right? Right? Yeah. Right. Darin took the tray and waltz over to his table. Placing the tea cups and plates down in front of them, he was about to make off again to tend to another table. "We should all really hangout sometime." He beamed as he walked away. Little did he know the cups had been switched. 
  @SirBlazeALot   @RubyRose

(Didn't have as much time as I thought, I'll reply for my other characters soon) 

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_11/0b4f69b21dec48877274dcb989aee14f.jpg.04e953c334e964fb07d2b9e11f22b9a2.jpgMale-ony aka Melody - Red Rose Disctrict - Speaking to Jurriaan


Mel's mind buzzed with the anger he felt over the demise of a part of Red Rose. If he stopped and thought about it, his vision had turned red in a few scenarios in the past. So he couldn't blame his gender really on being angry entirely, though he had gotten much better at tempering it. Especially when he had a place to work the frustrations out. And now he had another gang to take his frustrations out on. At least, he thought he did... and then he ran across Jurriaan and his goal flickered and changed, becoming two things. As important as it was to reach the building, it was obvious a teammate was in distress and Mel had to stop and make sure they were well.


"Jurriaan." Mel said, skidding to a halt near him and resting a hand on his shoulder. "You look unwell. Were you attacked?" It was a logical conclusion to draw since Spectres had been getting attacked all over. He wasn't female, but he could have been attacked more recently and the gender changer could be exhausted. But it was also a fair thought to think that there were more then the gender changer and their colleague around wreaking havoc.


@Leaf Fi


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


[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]Jed grinned at Harley calling him a perv and just shrugged. He took the punch like a champ, exaggerating falling back a bit and giving her a 'hurt' look before smirking. Per Harley's prompting he slid out of his jacket and probably would have taken his shirt off as well if the nurse hadn't arrived then. And then with the sling on, it wasn't like he really had that option anymore without some very unmanly struggling. [/COLOR]


"You'd be a very lonely Bonnie." He said, giving her hand a squeeze. It took him a little bit longer to acknowledge Amélie because his mind went immediately dark. Great, the vampire has awoken. He sighed, shaking his head and forcing a smile in place at Harley's words. So pretending she wasn't there wasn't an option now. "I'm sure I can survive anything fate throws at me." He said, knowing the response had been slow but at least he had responded. 


"Shot glasses are up there." Jeddidia said, gesturing with his thumb. When Harley answered Amélie's question, he had to bite his lip to keep from smirking. Harley was so good at wrapping poisonous barbs in layers and layers of satin so that you didn't know you had been insulted until it was too late to come up with a fair reply. She used, and still did get even him every now and then when he got on her nerves. Less so now, then what she used to do. 


"Also, my arm is fine. You should have seen the other guy." He said with a wink towards Harley. He hadn't released Harley's hand and gave it another squeeze before pouring himself and Harley another shot each because they deserved it for their good behavior even though Amélie had ruined their moment. 


 @SirBlazeALot @BlueInPassing



View attachment 218327Lyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - Heading to the Noodle Place where Nixon left his Bag


For a moment Lyre was concerned her flip in emotions had short circuited Nixon. Like... he was staring at her a bit oddly and she didn't really know how to respond to that. She released a breaths he hadn't realized she had been holding when he actually spoke, glad that he wasn't broken. Then again, Lyre didn't really think Nixon was breakable. After wiping the tears from her cheeks, she was attempting to figure out what to do with her hand and looked down in surprise when Nixon took it in his own. A small smile quirked Lyre's mouth as her gaze moved from his hands up to the face of her best friend.


Honestly, Lyre still felt that way. Even though she understood they thought differently, she believed that her presence complicated things. Even though they had found a way to prevent further wishes, their little group would now get odd looks. And though that didn't entirely make Lyre happy, it was worth it if she got to stay with Nixon and Vixa. She'd allow herself to be selfish this once. And if she were honest she didn't want to leave them yet.


Lyre met Nixon's gaze curiously at first before a wider grin spread wider across her face. Of course Nixon was going to add his usually brand of drama to this one simple wish. Maybe it's not so simple in his opinion. At any rate, with the look, the way he was holding her hand, and the dramatic pause he threw in after her name the peach skinned girl could do little more then smile and blush. "Nixon," She said, releasing Vixa's hand a moment to touch his cheek. "I will happily fulfill that wish." She gazed up at Nixon for probably a moment longer then necessary, just smiling up at him like a fool before pulling away. "Alright guys! We still have a bag to rescue! And noodles to eat and stuff!" Lyre said, leading the way towards the noddle shop. For once, instead of feeling like a freak with all the gazes she felt on her she felt beautiful. Like something fantastical from a story book. She probably couldn't have stopped smiling if she tried as they made their way down the street. "Sorry Vixa, you and Nixon are probably starving by now huh? I'll gladly cover the cost of the meal for both of you if you'll let me." 


@Danoram @NyxNightmare 


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Donni_S.jpg.a0ad76207029ad8dc703ee9ad95ad9ff.jpgDonnovan aka NewDawn - Rose Disctrict - With Zhi, Memphis, and Holly


Donnovan looked over at Memphis in surprise at the enthusiasm he was met with. The absolute excitement in the other man's face was something Donni didn't really know how to handle. It was the same way he and Jed used to be about a lot of things. Especially baseball but there were other sports they did together and playing with Jed made pretty much anything fun. It started up that ache deep in his chest once again and he released a sigh, running fingers through his hair while he listened to Memphis go on about his ability and how it had affected sports. 


"I have to be careful in physical sports for the same reason. Sometimes it's difficult having passive abilities, unlike those who have an ability they more or less must activate." Donnovan stated simply, tone a little dry. "Do you think you'll reach control enough to play baseball again someday?" He inquired. The dreams of others was something that always interested Donnovan. He couldn't tell you why if you asked; it was just like how some people liked the taste of certain foods and not of others. 


@Danoram @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot 


/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Keagan.jpg.00637609327cb986203330b1631907cc.jpgKeagan aka Oogie Boogie - With Lucy


Nodding, Keagan grinned. "Yeah, I can talk to them... and when I ask them to do things, most of them are nice enough to do it." He said with a shrug. "When you're short on human friends, bugs make really great companions." He added, watching a moth flutter past before looking down at the cat. Keagan took a seat at the edge of a fountain, pale gaze staring into the water for a moment as he watched water bugs skitter around. 


"Since I'm pretty sure my ability doesn't extend to talking to all animals, either you're a magical cat or your... someone with chi?" Keagan offered. Now that he wasn't so distraught he could think a little more rationally. It was good having work to do. The trust that people had in him kind of eased his mind a little. He leaned back to gaze up at the sky, wondering what it must be like to be a bug and have the world be 100 times bigger. 


@Corgi 



View attachment 208084Niki aka Ryuu - with Valentine & Darin


Unfortunately for Darin, and apparently for Niki himself, he really hadn't caught on to the whole 'don't call him Darin' thing. It truly had just slipped, and he still had no idea that he had said something he shouldn't. He did notice the increased activity around them, but played it off as girls behaving as they had around Darin when he and Valentine had first come in. Dr. Honeytoast... I wouldn't put it past Lizzy to come rescue me dressed as a doctor if the mood struck her. He thought to himself, more amused then anything. It took Valentine's second comment on Darin's codename for Niki to notice, but once he had he glanced over at Darin and then at Valentine in confusion. 


"Well...I actually did have an order..." Niki said but no good, Darin was already leaving. Well it is for free so I suppose I shouldn't be picky. Niki looked back over at Valentine and then down at the keychain. "He really knows you, huh? Sorry, I should have thought to seek out something for you at the hospital gift shop." He said, and he meant it. "Next time, I suppose." Because for Niki there wasn't really a question that he'd end up in the hospital again. At least not until he was ready to take on his mother and he just hadn't reached that point yet. 


When the drinks arrived, Niki took the lid off and sniffed experimentally. It smelled really sweet. He caught the soft aroma of chocolate and then the warmer aroma of hazelnut and smiled. "We really should." Niki agreed with a small grin, giving Darin's back a small wave before focusing back in on his drink. It was in good taste, so he lifted it to his lips and took an experimental sip. It was good and he supposed that even though he was hoping for something a little bit more bitter, this drink would work alright. It was warming him up inside and for a little while he felt better about his lot in life. At least he had good coffee. 


"How's your 'surprise,' Valentine?" Niki inquired, wondering if they had been given the same thing or not. Usually when there were two surprises it was the same, right? Easier to make that way... Then again it wasn't like Niki knew too much about running a cafe despite his mother working in a similar environment. 


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((Peyton is stalking the cute crew ,Umm is doing her own thing, Waiting on Evey to post for Dale, Sean is off looking for other Spectres, Male-ony is heading to the collapsed building, Emelia is keeping Eliza out of trouble, Jaspar is chatting with a pink haired guy XD, Oliver is with Audence and Russ))