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[NyxNightmare]

? Organization: Black Cobras ? Rank: Second in Command ?

Surely Oliver and Russ were questioning her decision to bring them along. The second in command would normally have gone into another gang's territory with Remiel, but she knew something that these two didn't. That their leader was probably too high to make any diplomatic decisions right now. Maybe she really was being a little irresponsible with this. Nah. She was merely gathering information with some escorts. Ultimately she felt she should get to know the newer members of the gang too.


Making an effort to ignore the obvious sound of Oliver's drop, she was pleased they had managed to escape the school without being caught by the school guard. Phase 1 complete. A glance from Russ said it all without him needing to explain himself further. He was going to use his abilities to scout ahead. Good. Her pocket vibrated, and she slipped out her phone to a message from none other than Mr. Stealth himself, confirming her thoughts.

Russ&Oliver

me

Change of plans. Meet you at the rear gates in ten.

them

scouting ahead

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where we going?

me

Spectre grounds. See if you can locate Cardinal without being caught. I doub't he's in school, so don't bother starting there

Iris was relieved for the lack of direct conversation between her and Russ. She couldn't look at him without wondering about his sexuality. It all fit together too well, and she wasn't sure how to take it. However, his absence meant being alone with Oliver. She had never spent this much time with new members. Her social anxiety set in a bit and she remained silent, almost forgetting his original question about the intended destination. Well, he should receive the messages from the group chat just now. Though worried about his state, she wasn't one to completely coddle her members, so she refrained from taking too many glances. Black Cobras were strong. She had no doubts that Oliver or Russ would pull through.





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(Its about 3 am. Going to be honest I'm only half sure of what I just posted x.x)

 

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Corbin De'Luca "Gluttony" Leon Agnelli | Inukawa "Pup" Keimi

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Location: The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: Keimi, Hayley

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"Harder."


"I-... I c-can't!"


"You can. Harder."


"L-Leon!"


"You're not even trying. At this rate, we'll get nowhere. Now, harder!"


Keimi sat with a finger pressed against each of her temples, face flushing a deep red due to straining so much to figure out the answer to a problem Leon's already explained to her five times now. She let out a squeal and kicked her legs around, flinging her pencil at him, in which he used her school notebook to swat it away, glaring nonchalantly at her with lazy eyes. "And what did you achieve by doing that?" He asked while standing up to retrieve the utensil, only to walk back over and sit down across from her again once done. Her face was buried in her knees. Leon clicked his tongue and averted his gaze, "Keimi, sulking won't do you any good. Linear equations are as easy as counting the fingers on your hands." As he said this, he laid the girl's notebook on the floor and placed the pencil down on it. What looked like the only piece of paper left had been scribbled all over, covered in numbers and example problems. You could tell whose handwriting was whose just by looking. Leon's was a very neat cursive, and none of his lowercase "i's" had dots above them, while Keimi's was really big and more casual, but I wouldn't call it sloppy.


"That's easy for you to say! You use all these weird words like... 'slope intercept' and 'identity function'... so of course you'd understand it better than me." Keimi argued, crawling forward and getting all up in Leon's face. His reaction was the same as always: there wasn't one. He only stared her in the eyes and remained silent, ignoring the fact that their noses were but a centimeter apart. Eventually Keimi retreated on her own with a pout and crossed her legs - sitting in an Indian style position - while stubbornly folding her arms over her chest. "Fine." Leon sighed and nodded his head, then when it looked as though he was reaching for Keimi's pencil, she raced him for it and jerked it away, standing to her feet in the process. "But I'm thirsty! So I'm gonna go get a drink first! You can wait here!" She declared, sticking her tongue out. Keimi is no less than angry that Archie up and left her alone with the Dragon hostage, especially since he doesn't look like a fish anymore, so now he really is just an enemy. She turned away with a huff and started out of the room, but stopped after hearing Leon clear his throat.

"Don't want to get in trouble?" He lifted the rope used to subdue him and wiggled it around. Standing to his feet, he walked over to the post they'd had him tied to before Keimi let him loose to help her with homework and sat down against it. Keimi's shoulders relaxed for a second as she watched him, feeling somewhat guilty. Last night, her intentions were to let Leon walk free, but Archie just had to interfere. Eventually fish-boy was tied up again, and Keimi was making her way out of The Survivor with a pencil gripped tightly in her hands. As she was leaving, Hayley Fang was entering, but they both went unnoticed by the other.


Leon sat with his gaze focused on the ceiling above, head leant back against the post. He wondered what was supposed to happen later on, and why the Spectres had kidnapped him in the first place. "Tsu is probably thinking I'm being tortured." He mused comically, but made no reaction to prove so. Hearing what sounded like footsteps, he glanced at the door and waited, thinking that maybe Keimi forgot something, but was taken back upon seeing a rather unfamiliar face. Who was this girl? "Hey, I hope you don't only eat goldfish…" Is she showing concern for him? Or is that just her way of making a grand entrance. Leon shook the thought off. "What I eat is of no concern to you, but I'm not bothered to inform you that last night was the first time I'd ever eaten a goldfish."


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Emelia "Shakespeare" Dawson

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Location: (WTHS) Sitting at baseball bleachers | Interacting/Mentioned: Jeddidia, Spade & Olivia

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"That didn't sound poetic at all, babe." Emelia flinched at these words. She inwardly face-palmed and began beating her head against the walls of her conscience, screaming the National Anthem in a high-pitched voice as blood seeped from her eyes. Okay, that's probably taking it too far, but that's about how she's feeling right now. Where was Eliza when she needed her most!? Well, Emelia's the one who ran off, so she doesn't really have the right to complain. While she had been feeling completely hopeless, Jeddidia's little attempt at sounding poetic put a smile up on her face, and she couldn't help but laugh a little, covering her mouth with a hand and turning her head to the side. Though Emelia would've worded it just a little differently - he tried, and I guess that's what makes it cute.


Finally, things seemed like they'd take a turn for the better! Life was looking up! "Speaking of which, have I destroyed that bubble? I didn't mean to, if I did; you were the first one to almost sit in my lap so I found that invitation too good to resist." It gets worse before it gets better - keep that in mind. Emelia grew suddenly and horribly over-aware of Jeddidia's arm around her shoulder as chills danced down her spine. Little bumps grew on her pale arms, and she tried rubbing them away with a nervous laugh, "No, you're fine... And it was not in my intentions to do that." She grew quiet again. Upon doing so, she realized how little she had said, and fought to speak again so as to carry on a conversation, but couldn't think of anything right off hand. She thought of maybe asking about the festival last night, but before opening her mouth to speak, "Now Olivia, rabbits don't appreciate being snuck up on. How rude, but so like you, cunning fox." A familiar voice rang out, catching her attention.


Emelia turned to face in the direction of which the voice came from, and her cheeks flushed a light pink once she realized again that Jeddidia's arm was around her. "They'll think there's something between us!" The corners of her mouth were forced into a bright smile, and she sent Olivia and Spade a welcoming wave, "S-Spaaaade! Oliviaaaa!..." Those two might just be sent from the gods to help Emelia open up a bit. Maybe her prayers didn't go unnoticed! Emelia didn't think about whether or not Jeddidia was wanting to be by himself until after calling out to the other two, in which she quickly dropped her wave and glanced at him through the corner of her eyes, "Uhm... It's not a bother to you for them to come over, is it?"


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Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn

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Location: (BDHS) Hallways | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre and Diana

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What Diana said in reference to Lyre's appearance sort of frustrated Nixon. He didn't understand what was so wrong with how she looked. Why would one even question whether or not she wanted to look like that? Let her 'stay like that' for the next few hours! It's not every day you get to see something as magnificent as Lyre - she's unique! Unconsciously, he had balled his free hand into a fist and tightened his grip on the genie's hand, but still held the goofy and cheerful grin he usually does. "I guess I'll join but I have to be here before fourth period starts."


"We won't take long, unless we run across those flowers that would vanish us." Lyre said, catching Nixon's attention, in which he pointed at her and began bouncing his finger with a look of excitement on his face as she continued on about how she'd save him and whatnot. He was really hoping she'd caught on to what he was talking about, but wasn't totally sure until her playful little shoulder bump and, "You too, Diana. Have you read the story 'What Came of Picking Flowers'?" A loud, scratchy laugh escaped Nixon as he threw his head back, "Yeaha- hey hey!" He snapped his fingers and stepped towards Diana, still holding Lyre's hand, "It's a pretty creative story. If you haven't read it, you need to! Or I could read it to you sometime!" He offered with wide eyes, as well as a toothy smile while moving to walk with Lyre, expecting Diana to follow them.


He listened to the girl speak and thought on her questions shortly after she finished. Staring up at the sky and lazily allowing his free hand to slip its way into his pants pocket while his blazer still rested over his shoulder. "Hmm... I never actually thought about that. Maybe because once the flower is picked, it's gone? But then again, it's still there... just in a different place..." Nixon's jaw dropped, "Maybe that's it! Once the flowers are picked, they're no longer where they once were, but instead they're somewhere else! Just like how the three sisters each picked a flower, and disappeared from where they once were, only to appear somewhere else!" He began shaking his head in triumph, pulling the hand from his pocket and tugging at the tips of his hair. "Gosh, I'm so great. My favorite part was how the son deceived the three arguing brothers into thinking he'd help them decide who would get the boots, cap, and key by throwing a stone, only to steal them and find his first sister! How clever..."


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Suzumaki "Skeleton Jack" Arakai

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Location: (BCHS) Standing in the halls | Interacting/Mentioned: Glasper & Stephanie

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"I'll text her right away," Glasper said happily, taking out his phone and proving the "right away" part of his statement. The short girl's eyes gaped wide, then she spun around in a circle while pumping both fists into the air over and over until her good ol' emo friend dropped his phone, in which she tried to catch it with her lighting-like reflexes but failed in the end. "Awwww!? Is it okay!?" She asked, but no answer was given so she just waited back. Seeing as he continued to do whatever it is he was doing, the phone was probably fine. Thank goodness for that too, because without that phone, how's he supposed to throw her- I mean, his mother's birthday party?


Growing slightly impatient, Suzumaki decided she'd take advantage of Glasper's focus and get a sneak peak at what he was doing. She slowly placed herself beside him and began standing up on her tippy-toes while wrapping her arm back around him, only to flinch upon hearing a familiar voice. "Well, well, well! What do we have here, hmmmm?~" Oh great, not now. Why now!? As Stephanie intrusively placed herself under the arm meant to go around Glasper, Suzumaki retreated and sent her an irritated glare. While the red-head would normally run off to get away from the newcomer, this time she couldn't, for she was locked down... There was no escaping now. "Maaaaan, I haven't seen you guys since last night! Didn't have a drink for me by any chance, did ya?"


Suzumaki spat imaginary saliva on the floor and stubbornly averted her gaze while crossing her arms, "Why the hell would we drink, or even have a drink for you." She asked, not really seeking an answer but just trying to seem like tough shit in any way possible. Stephanie's touch practically burned through her skin. She hated it. But if she truly, and I mean truly, wanted to get away, all it would take is a little bit of chi. All she would have to do is manipulate her collarbone and jab it right through the girl's arm, and bam: free. Steph is a gang member, though, and Suzumaki doesn't fight gang members unless it's just a friendly duel to the death... or something of that nature. "I'm just playin'. But seriously though. Anything happen last night? You know you both can tell aunty Steph, mmm?~"


"What's it to yah-"


"N-Nothing happened last night!" Glasper blurted out. Suzumaki glanced over at him with blinking eyes, still appearing somewhat irritated, and raised a brow as he spoke through annoying stutters and mumbles. Oh, how she hated when someone couldn't just speak properly... despite pronouncing a lot of shit wrong, but you get what I'm saying - at least she's to the point. Within the very second Glasper asked Stephanie if she was going to be busy tonight, Suzumaki gasped and scrambled around in the girl's grip, hoping to break free, "Yes! She's busy! She's very, very, very busy!" The struggle could be heard in the tone of her voice. If Stephanie were to come along to eat sushi with them, Suzumaki knew- she just knew that everything would fall apart, because she can't help but feel the need to one up Stephanie on everything... everything. If Steph eats ten sushi rolls, then Suzumaki needs to eat twenty. If Steph drinks twelve beers, Suzumaki needs to drink fifteen. It's all to add onto the imaginary scoreboard she's got going on in her little head.


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Tara "Freaky Friday" Rose

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Location: (WTHS) Student Council's Room | Interacting/Mentioned: Delson, Jasper

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As Delson threw his head back with a sigh and declared she was breaking his heart, Tara glanced down at him, then off to the side as the corners of her mouth twitched into a light smile. He stood beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, so she looked back over at Jasper and comically fluttered her eyelashes with a puckered lip like Delson and nodded her head as though saying, "yeah, Jasper, don't make Big Sissy cry". She could only hope that with him on her side, Jasper would surely agree to letting her in on the bet. Chin forced up by a hand that wasn't her own, Tara blinked at the long-haired guy. "How can you say no to this pwetty wittle face, Jas? How?" Delson asked.


Though it was just a joke - being called pretty and all - Tara couldn't help but give an awkward laugh and glance to the side, "D'awww..." She rolled her eyes and swat the air as Del leaned his head against hers, "Pweeeeease Jaspah?" Further begging the party-pooper to include her, in which she followed up after him with a hand around his waist as well, "Pleeeeease?" Tara tilted her head at Jasper. She hoped that maybe now - finally - her good looks would come through for once. Who knew someone could get so butt-hurt over being called a bitch, and in a joking matter at that. People can be so petty at times, and while Tara often dislikes the idea of petty people, she can't help but fret and grow frustrated over simple things as well.


When Delson offered himself up for the bet, stating that if it ended in a tie, he'd be her bitch for two days, Tara gave a thankful smile, but on the inside felt a sense of guilt. She still wanted the approval of Jasper, but it wasn't seeming like she'd get it any time soon. Bummer. With a sigh, she shrugged her shoulders and folded her arms over her chest, "Eeeh... I guess it doesn't really matter. It's not a big deal, or anything." She stood wondering if it was alright to back down subce Del had acted so kindly, when Jasper the sass king spoke up about traitor this and traitor that, you know, something along those lines, and the girl's eyes gaped lightly as she glanced at the one being spoken to - a look asking if Delson was gonna take that from Jasper was shown on her face for a second, but eventually her focus was towards the fact that Jasper was letting her in on the bet! She let out a squeal and bounced in place, "Yes! Thank you, Jasper! I promise!"


Normally she would run up and give the guy a hug, but he seemed like someone who values personal space, and she didn't want to do anything to screw up her chances or make him change his mind - not that he really has the right, but still. "Who do we go to to discover who has won this bet?" Jasper asked. Tara's first thought was Chikage. After all, he's the gang's leader and probably knows more about what happened than anyone else - or that's what she figured, but then there's Felicita... the second in command. "I'd say either Chikage or Felicita... One of the two. I wouldn't know, though, because I don't know who all was there in the first place. I can only assume, really, that the leader or second in command would've been there, you know?"


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Russ Coleman

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Location: Crossing into Red Specters' Territory


Interacting With: Iris (@NyxNightmare), Oliver (@RubyRose), Archie (@Danoram), Cato (@theglassangel), Sean (@RubyRose)


This was not his original meaning of the phrase "scouting ahead". Weren't things moving a wee bit fast? Russ had expected to warn the main group about border patrol and goons, maybe lure them away, but never would he even think of sneezing in the direction of the kingpin. If he remembered correctly, Cardinal was the guy who could shoot fire from his hands or something like that -- not a guy you'd want to cross exactly. Wasn't there a procedure to this? Send the Reds a greeting card, drop by with a gift the next day, and then initiate the whole friendly neighbor "Let's be friends!" schtick? Russ stared at the phone for a moment longer before pocketing it. He breathed in deeply. This was a test, and one he'd better damn well pass with flying colors. He couldn't even pass math, so this one skill of his had to be useful in some way. He promptly choked on a whiff of ripe dumpster.


Goddammit.


Russ's next shadow slip brought him right outside the South-West District boundary. There wasn't any physical sign of the change in territory, but Reds would certainly be watching to catch any outsider unfortunate enough to wander in, especially after last night. Apparently the Reds and the Blues had a little tiff and the police even got involved. Something about a fish. Well, he wouldn't question their mutual attraction to those scaly creatures; it wasn't his place to judge.


When two gang members wearing bright red passed by, his hand instinctively inched toward the blow gun concealed in his pant leg. His grip remained on the plastic pipe until their raucous laughter was only a faint echo in the distance. Yeah, shooting them would not be good for the mission.

Guys

them

Change of plans. Meet you at the rear gates in ten.

me

scouting ahead

me

where we going?

them

Spectre grounds. See if you can locate Cardinal without being caught. I doub't he's in school, so don't bother starting there

me

reds patrolling, careful

Sent. And now, back to the task at hand. "Don't bother starting in school," Russ spoke aloud. "Where am I supposed to look then?" This was fucking impossible! Whatever, second-in-command. A sneaking suspicion told him that the girl was purposefully leading him into trouble -- it wouldn't be the first time that a female had done something similar -- until he remembered that he was the one to volunteer for scouting duty. Iris was in the clear for a while longer.


Grumbling slightly, he did exactly what she told him not to do, and inconspicuously materialized among a cluster of bushes on the school grounds. His hoodie had been black, but the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing now was a gang-neutral gray; hopefully that would keep them off his back. Common sense told him to ditch the sunglasses because they would draw attention, but the thought of having to speak to other people without them made him vaguely nauseous. He'd be… unprotected.


Instead, he scanned the courtyard for someone to ask about the Cardinal. The three guys at the picnic table seemed to be the only ones available, with the January cold keeping most of the other students indoors. Russ mustered all the acting skills he possessed and attempted to casually saunter over. It looked more like his middle school nervous shuffle-walk.





"Um." Great acting. "Y'know where the C-, the boss is? Yeah… 'cause I have some urgent news for him." If coming off as a scared newbie was his goal, he'd succeeded spectacularly with his fidgety behavior.

Hayley Fang

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Location: The Survivor


Interacting With: Leon (@Danoram)


What was with the attitude? "Great, you've only eaten a gold fish one time. Doesn't make you any less weirder," Hayley intoned. "Since what you eat is none of my business, I shouldn't have brought these then." She shook the bag she was carrying, several cartons of food faintly visible behind the translucent plastic. If there was any doubt about what they were, it was immediately expelled when she began unpacking. The tantalizing aroma of beef soup and white radish filled the room as she uncapped a container. It certainly didn't look as good as it smelled, all noodle and soup crammed into a tall carton, but she hadn't felt obliged to arrange it in a nice bowl for a mere prisoner. Despite her earlier jab, Hayley didn't intend to follow through with her tease; no matter how often her younger siblings called her an ogre, she was no monster to withhold food from someone who was probably starving. Setting the carton down in front of Leon, she went over to loosen his bonds.


"Don't try to run because you'll regret it." It was mostly an empty threat. If the boy ran, there was almost nothing she could do but give chase -- not that he knew. She settled near the exit with her own lunch and began adding generous amounts of chili oil condiment to the soup before quickly digging in, only pausing to look up once in a while.


"You look normal now, Fishboy," Hayley observed aloud during one of these intervals, her chopsticks waving in the air as she gestured around her face region. "How does that work?" As a person with a relatively normal ability (it basically functioned like a GPS), she took a mild interest in how others worked with their chi. Oh. Wait. "You can't answer that. Never mind." A brief silence allowed her to collect her thoughts again.





"Hey, what do they want with you?" Pondering the question alone had yielded no sensible answer, so she decided to ask somebody who had a direct understanding of the situation. Seriously, the hostage brought no benefit whatsoever: who was the idiot who thought kidnapping this Dragon was a good idea? "Also, when you're done with that, you'd better pay me. Three dollars." Hayley watched Leon's expression for outrage or incredulity, but she was letting him off here with a fifty percent discount. Did anyone expect her to give away her family's beef noodle soup for free? That was ridiculous.

 

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Corbin De'Luca "Gluttony" Leon Agnelli

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Location: The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: Hayley

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Leon glared up at Hayley when she spoke with narrowed eyes, raising a brow as she shook a plastic bag around, seemingly filled with what he could assume to be food. Thinking about it, Keimi's fish was the last given thing he'd eaten last night, so he was pretty hungry... but of course, he so wasn't going to let this stranger know that. And what the hell does she mean by "shouldn't have brought these"? Was it in her intention to come down here and share her lunch with him? Or did she just already have it planned out to chow down in front of him just to get some sort of reaction. Well, you picked the wrong Dragon, sweet cheeks! The most you'll ever get out of Leon is a furrowed brow and maybe a scoff if you're lucky!


That's what Leon was thinking, too, up until Hayley opened the food containers and the delicious aroma of beef stew slapped him right across the face - who cares how it looked. Anything that smelled that good was totally worth it. Maybe. I guess it all depends on the cook. Something bubbled in the guy's stomach, and he averted his gaze from the lunch as it was placed in front of him, managing to keep up his little nonchalant 'idgaf' front.


"Don't try to run because you'll regret it." She threatened while loosening the rope binding him to the post, the rope which Keimi had literally tied just moments ago. Leon remained quiet, only shifting around where he sat to find a more comfortable position, still staring off to the side - looking anywhere but at the delicious box of joy. Dare he look at the box of joy. When Hayley was no longer near, and instead standing at the exit of the room, Leon unconsciously glanced down at the cursed food - "You look normal now, Fishboy," - but his attention was soon taken again. He watched the chopsticks in her hand wave around with a slightly irritated lift of his brow as she asked about how his abilities worked, but before he could really say anything, she took it upon herself to declare that he couldn't answer that. Of course he can answer that! This chick...


"It's not that I can't answer... but that I refuse to." The guy informed. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the post with his head, folding his arms over his chest with a light sigh through the nose and began meditating. What a stuck-up prick he was. Leon's thoughts were slowly clearing. It was like how the clouds in cartoon movies just sort of scoot to the side to reveal a giant castle made of gold, bustling with all kinds of energetic and happy people - everyone just smiling and carrying on. Kind of like that. Buuuuut, right as a shimmering light was beginning to peak through between the clouds of his inner conscience: "Hey, what do they want with you?" The girl's voice circled around the room and broke his concentration. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded had her question not been so stupid. She even thought he was gonna pay her for the food she decided to bring? When he has absolutely nothing to do with it? Screw her family's beef noodle soup! He doesn't want any!


Leon furrowed his brow, "Shouldn't I be the one asking that question?" As he said this, a hand was slipped into the back pocket of his jeans, only to pull out a dark blue leather wallet, in which he laid three dollars down on the floor in front of him and scooted it forward. Afterwards, he was back to meditating, never once touching the food. Leon felt as though he'd be giving in to the Spectres if he were to accept what was given by the girl - he didn't want to come off as weak and easy... but damn did it smell good. Oh, it smelled so good. Also, there's the little fact that he still paid her the money she asked for, but that's only because he's looking down on her. Suddenly, the Dragon's stomach growled. His eyes popped open, still as nonchalant as ever, and settled on Hayley. He didn't say a word... just stared at her. "Well that's kind of humiliating..."


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Jason - Red Spectres (Leader)

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Location: Trap house > 7-11


With: XTC, Allie, Aya, Jurrian & Asad
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As he turned the corner that completely vanished his presence from being seen from school grounds, Jason began thinking on the type of substance to get. He was feeling somewhat stressed and wanted to relax but not to the point where he couldn't talk right with the Spectres. Maybe some weed or molly he thought to himself. Of course he was also thinking on getting some tabs but who knew if XTC had all the things he wanted.


He finally reach his destination. In front of him was a five-story high apartment that looked like it had been built decades ago. The apartment had been one of the few buildings that stayed standing after the incident. Checking his surroundings in a not so obvious manner, Jason proceeded to enter the building. Two staircases up and a door to the left led him to his plug's trap house. As stated, there really wasn't much. A few pills on a table, some bags of the oregano-like substance next to them. "Well then," Jason told himself as he shut the door behind him.


He walked out with a few items in his pockets. Anxiety craved in as he couldn't wait to get to the Survivor and start chilling. Walking down the street was more of a task now since he was clearly wearing red and had to be weary of cops.


A few blocks ahead, Jason noticed a 7-11. "Perfect timing!" He was getting thirsty and with everything he was carrying, he was bound to get the munchies. From where he was, he could barely see who seemed like Aya. I guess that explains why she wasn't in class. He got closer to the convenience store only to here loud crashing sounds. Entering the store, he looked at the surrounding trashed up.


"What the fuckin' hell!" he yelled at his comrades as the door chime rang. Jason was obviously not pleased. It looked like two of his members were battling it out. "STOP! GET THE FUCK OUT," he yelled as he glared at them.


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Diana - Blue Dragons

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Location: Walking out of school

With: Lyre, Nixon
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As long as it didn't take too long, Diana was down for the little adventure. She had not gone to the area they were headed for a long time. Thinking about it brought back memories which brought a big smile to her face. Her heart was a lot calmer than earlier so it seemed she was pleased with her choice on going.


Lyre and Nixon seemed really close now that Diana payed attention. There was a lot of holding hands and other physical contact but as long as it stayed rated G, she didn't mind. As a matter of fact, she actually started to ship it in her head thinking they would make a great couple. "If Lyra were in her normal form I wonder..." She somewhat fangirled over her thoughts, cheeks blushing brightly.


"What Came of Picking Flowers?" she asked at the two. She thought about it, trying to recall the name. Her hand was on her chin, index finger gently tapping under her chin. When nothing showed up, she decided to check her library. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. "Surprisingly no," she finally said. It was surprising for Diana since she believed her passion for flowers introduced her to a variety of books on them but not this one. Nixon's suggestion to read it to her caught her attention but she kindly denied.


"I have no idea what you guys are saying," she told the two as they had a conversation on the book's meaning. All this talking really got her hooked on wanting to read the book. "We got a while to get there. How about you spoil it to me, I'm eager to hear it!"





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[Leaf Fi]

Location: Hallways


Fuckin' around with: Glasper, Suzumaki, Vaughn (Texting)

Ah, Suzumaki... The little shrimp always seemed to have some kind of beef with Stephanie. Why? She didn't know, but it always felt like from the moment they met the shrimp was trying to show off her superiority or something. It didn't really annoy or 'hurt her feelings', rather it confused her. Then again, this girl was a nutcase who probably couldn't tell the difference between a dog and a horse. "Why the hell would we drink, or even have a drink for you." The response was something she heard a million times, and Steph simply rolled her eyes. No point in replying to her. Her tsundere lesbian crush on Steph was still strong, it seemed.


"N-Nothing happened last night! Her gaze flickered over to Glasper, raising a brow as he spluttered his quick reply. "A-Aside from a fight with the Tigers is all! Nothing else! Just a fight with the Tigers a-and if you've heard anything else it's probably just rumor and conjecture! But maybe not because...because...I was so wrapped up in the fight I-I-I don't know what happened in um...in um...elsewhere. Things may or may not have happened... elsewhere." ... Okaaaaay... Weird. Apart from the fight against Tigers catching her attention immediately, Steph couldn't help but notice an expression and tone of fear seeping into Glasper, radiating off him as if he were a nervous sun. Blinking, the grey haired girl stared at the boy, studying his face with narrowed eyes. Was her hunch about the prank right and he was trying to hold back on saying? Looks like some scare tactics would have to be used in a bit...


"Fight against the Tigers?" She echoed. "The fuck did that come about?" Just as the words escaped her mouth a vibration and 'ding!' came from her pocket. Aw, now she'd have to release someone... Easy choice. Holding back a snicker, she lifted her arm way from Glasper and fished her phone out, all the while leaning her weight against Suzumaki. Not enough to tip them both over, but enough to be mildly annoying. Perhaps it was when she did stuff like this it made the small girl hate her, but honestly, it was too fucking amusing not to just irritate her. Clicking her tongue, she unlocked it, then glanced over at the girl. "Oh, sorry, babe! Didn't see ya there!" Her voice lacked any true sympathy, instead full of lighthearted mischief and teasing. Of course, she didn't lessen her weight at all, so the words were pretty much a sign to show she was well aware of what she was doing.


Quickly reading through the message, the corner of her mouth pulled upwards in a gentle smile. Before she replied though, she couldn't help but notice that Emo had his phone out too, and the little ':3' emoticon he had almost made her snort. What an innocent little baby, not using it ironically... It made her just wanna give him a hug and a noogie. Stephanie held back on that urge though: she didn't want him knowing she read part of his message, after all. Instead, she typed out a swift reply to Vaughn before returning her phone to its home. After doing so, Glasper shot her a question of his own, but before she could even inhale, little red shrimp began to have some sort of fit in her arms. "Yes! She's busy! She's very, very, very busy!" Suzumaki practically yelled, desperation clear in her voice. Now, Steph wasn't too fussed on getting sushi in the first place, but now? She kindaaa wanted to go, just to enrage little shrimp even further. A wicked grin spread across her lips, "Hey, hey, hey! What's the problem, Suzy?" She cooed teasingly as her free hand slipped behind the other's head, the other arm slipping down and over her shoulder blades, pulling her in for a forceful hug with her face right between Steph's... Personalities. "There, there... Calm down, Suzy! I know you're excited, but you'll need to go for sleepy time sooner if you yell, sweetie." Comfortingly patting the red head, Steph turned her attention back to Glasper. "I might be busy. But I can always make time for you, baby." Winking, she released Suzumaki with a chuckle before continuing. "What'cha thinkin' of doing?"


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Weed bae

me

bish where dafuq r u dont make me go fukin liam neeson on yo balls cause i will do that in a SECOND ps you got any of that peachy shit? that shit was good. give yo sugar momma some of dat loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove ;* ;* ;*

me

by the way, if you didn't get from the above, I'm beyond pissed. you have five seconds to reply or else babe xxx

them

bb plz can it wait? u know i got u bb. fuck next period lets dip and get lit?? :D ?? :D

me

hun u just read my mind ;D ur forgiven <3 ur balls r safe 4 now

Solomon


Location: Study hall


Talking to: Cielo, Keagan and Stanley, the babe

'... Did she just... Squeak?' Solomon blinked in a moment of confusion, completely forgetting his size and frame compared to the tiny girl. His steely blue eyes shifted towards Keagan, almost to confirm if he had actually heard the little squeak or not, but the nonverbal conversation didn't take place at all as the little girl piped up, "H-hey, watch it! It's none of your business!"

Slowly, his gaze travelled back at her and her bold words, and he raised a brow in a mixture of intrigue and confusion. Did she forget they were in the same gang for a second or..? Her curt words took him a second to fully register, and looking down upon her actually felt like she has around the same height as himself. Though, very, very quickly, she began to shrink again until she was around the size of a mouse. Probably due to the unintentional intimidating spark behind his gaze, but he didn't really realise this. Instead, the intense, piercing gaze continued to bite at the two as his curiosity rose, and it didn't take long for Cielo to cave in and begin speaking again. "Ts-Tsu and Isaac want me and Keagan to rescue Leon from the Spectres! Right now! So that's what we're doing! Wh-What's with the third degree anyway!?" Wait, rescue...? Solomon's eyebrows perked up and he blinked, taken aback. Did Leon get kidnapped or something while he was away? Or did he break the rules and go snooping around without permission and now needed assistance to get back here? No... Nobody would be stupid enough to inform a higher up of doing such a thing... But kidnapping... It seemed out of the blue, especially for a place where the dark skinned male grew up in... Spectres couldn't do such a thing... So what went down...?

Before he could ponder any further, Keagan cut in, stating that the two of them needed to leave there and then. Solomon's default and pissy facial expression came back, and he tilted his head slightly at the male, frowning. "You don't have enough protection." He shot back with an assertive tone, shaking his head side to side. "Or know the area. I'll take you as far as needed then leave." Usually, Solomon wouldn't be so stubborn and insisting on helping out in a mission that wasn't any of his business, but... This was a little different. No offence to Keagan, but he just didn't feel like the male could do the job 'correctly', AKA make sure no harm came to Cielo. Yes, the bug loving male could definitely pack a punch, but he didn't look... Intimidating. Not like a threat at all, and while it didn't worry Solomon, it made him just a tad uneasy. Cielo was pretty darn adorable, after all, and that cute lil face needed protecting, just in case the worst happened... And no one was better for that job than himself. Not that he'd ever admit that, of course... She would probably kick him or something.

Not even bothering to wait for a cry of outrage from the two, the tall man turned on his heel and began to walk. "Follow. Object and you're over my shoulder." He barked. "Even you, little beetle."

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Olivia


Location: Baseball Bleachers


In an unfortunate conversation with: Spade, Emilia, Jeddidia

Peeerfect. Olivia had her new toy just where she wanted him. The alluring smile dancing across her lips quickly twirled into a killer, sultry smirk. 'Hook, line and sinker.' She breathed to herself as she was pushed backwards by the poetic Spade, chin tipping upwards to maintain eye contact. 'He's finally gave in.' Ehehe...~ Oh, this experience was just going to be so much more sweeter...


"Oh? Ich kann irgendetwas für ein schönes und kluges Mädchen wie Sie." He murmured for her ears to hear alone. What did he say? Fuck knew, but it was German, it sounded dirty and rough, and it just had Olivia pining to hear more. Would she reveal this? Never. She had so much more dignity to ever fall victim to a game, but for now? She'd let him bathe in a sense of accomplishment.


"Mmm..." Olivia shut her eyes and slowly brought her hands to his chest, rubbing the fabric of his shirt with her palms as she let out a breathy sigh. Her lips parted slowly to explain exactly what she'd like for him to do right there and then, but thankfully, Spade abides to the RpN rules so I don't have to embarrass myself by typing anything bad out. Instead of giving her a chance to speak, a peck was given to her forehead which, for some reason, caught her completely off guard. Perhaps it was because it was a gentle gesture? Or maybe something she knew was done by sweet and innocent people? Her eyes opened, blue orbs sparkling with confusion and brows furrowing, but before she could try and regain her composure, the riddle man, yet again, danced to a different tune to her own. "Now Olivia, rabbits don't appreciate being snuck up on. How rude, but so like you, cunning fox." His teasing words were accompanied by a cunning smile, and for a second she simply stared at the male in astonishment.


'You didn't just do that.' Her eyes said, studying his smile for a second before her entire face soured. '... You did, you motherfucker!' Screeching internally, the woman pushed away from the wall, glaring daggers at Spade."W-wait! I didn't-" Before she could object, the male spoke louder with his riddles. Oh boy, did that enrage her further... "Bastard..!" She hissed through gritted teeth, the female's hands balling into fists. 'Just when I was winning too...' The thought of her defeat being seen by the two on the bleachers further enraged her (Olivia was known for not losing any of her prey, after all), but before she could storm off like she wanted to, an irritating voice called out from behind her.


"S-Spaaaade! Oliviaaaa!..."


... Greeeeeeeat. Fan-fucking-tastic. The call was obviously an invitation to join Jeddidia and Emelia, so there goes the huffy storm away plan of hers out the window. Fabulous. "Emelia! Hi!" She twirled around with a smile towards the girl, waving once before glancing behind her shoulder at Spade. Immediately, her expression dropped and she scowled at him. "Proud of yourself?" She grumbled bitterly, soft enough for only his ears to hear. See, this is why he should have just fallen into her little web; they wouldn't be stuck with the two love birds now. Honestly, this outcome was probably worse than losing to Spade again. I mean, socialising? Pure Hell. Thanks a lot, Spade.


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Felicita

Location: Cafeteria


Interacting with: Chikage
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Felicita blushed. It wasn't exactly strange for Chikage to act like this. Holding her hands and staring at them as if they were precious gemstones were bound to make any girl blush. While he was typically flirtatious, why did Fel get the feeling that they were always intensified around her? Chikage didn't seem to listen as she went on with her anxious speech but provided an answer. "I was questioning why one of their members unexpectedly showed up in an attempt to attack, but now if I remember correctly... the Dragon's leader said something about not giving her member a green light?" Felicita wasn't sure what to think of the Blue Dragons. It was a brave move to step on Tiger territory, and the leader had a calm air to her even if her second in command was rather intense.


"How did a Spectre wind up in La Lune without us noticing? Was this all planned?" A Spectre getting into La Lune was suspicious, but with the chaos around it, who really paid attention to what was happening inside? Gang relations couldn't be anything new, right? Felicita had never thought about the Spectres and the Dragons working together, but the more she did... the more Fel got suspicious. The Spectres were acting chaotic and no one could deny that.


"Trust is the most dangerous weapon... Trusting the Dragon leader could lead us to our demise. Perhaps there is a way to spin this to benefit ourselves? If they trust us, then that is one enemy off of our back, no?" Felicita suggested attempting to manipulate the Dragons into simply assimilating into their side and fighting alongside them. It would benefit the Tigers while giving the Dragons safety. But... it couldn't be that easy. "That member didn't appear to be very high ranking..." She trailed off. "Perhaps we can talk to Delson? I doubt he's going to give us a proper answer though." She gently clenched his fists and let go, staring him down intently.


"Chikage... Have you gone into your own house recently? I think I might have left some things there." Fel quickly turned away, hiding her flustered demeanour before she had asked.


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MayMarie

Location: The Den


Interacting with: Gigi the Monster Bitch
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MayMarie wanted to bash Gigi's head in. This bitch drove her crazy and May was sure that she would get angry old person wrinkles in a couple of years just by talking to her. Replaying her own grating voice nearly made her break down that goddamn door. When she opened the door, May stood there, with her shiny blonde hair animated, her butterfly clip had long gone. The sharpie had faded away with some residue still remaining. Her clothes were a mess and she missed her mansion to go home to. This wasn't going on any behind the scenes footage of her documentary anytime soon.


May winced and grimaced at Gigi. "Yeah, and I deserve something the rest of the human race has and that is privacy, skank!" Her room seemed organized, this was an utter nightmare. This meant that Gigi had to have gone through specific photos. Family photos. Luckily for her, the boxes were labeled and sorted neatly. The petite girl shoved Gigi out of the way. "Did... you go through all of my photos?!" Her albums were set by date and put into another box. "Ugh! You did not! You know how many there are?! Why the fuck would you eve--" An image of her sister slipped out of another stray box. MayMarie stomped "Bitch! I never asked for your help!" May shrieked in a ear-wretching tone. She crossed her arms in a juvenile manner and became one of the most annoying brats ever. May shoved Tiffany's photo into a box, flushing slightly pink in the process. "You probably messed everything up, anyways."


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Isaac

Location: The Dojo


Interacting with: Brooklyn
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Brooklyn made Isaac feel a little bit bad. The small girl had potential and her chi was something remarkable but not everyone was perfect. Isaac knew, while athletic and chi-proficient, his temper got the best of him, no matter how much training he underwent. Standing up straight, he looked at nothing in particular. Watching Brooklyn struggle was like looking at a past version of himself. He was weak back then, but was he still weak now?


A little Vietnamese boy stood in front of him. Barely taller than Brooklyn, with scrawny arms and scrawnier legs. His spiky hair and blazing, determined eyes struggled to simply touch the flooring with his nose as drops of sweat fell from his forehead. He couldn't be any older than 6, Isaac shook the thought away from his head. The vision was the reason why he wasn't any harsher on Brooklyn. Second in command and he still wanted to throw up at the sight of a Cobra. Was he really better than anyone else? Isaac had let Leon get away with the Spectres and the boy still beat himself up over it. How badly are they going to treat him again?


"I'm never gonna be able to do a pushup, Isaac!" Putting a hand on his forehead the way a disappointed father would. "Well, if you don't try, you'll never be able to in the future." Isaac remarked, but not before lightly slapping a practice sword onto the mats. "Pain from rigorous exercise is indeed the most rewarding." He did his best to encourage her, quickly getting riled up. Isaac wasn't lying. The pain he received when training meant he went hard as hell, and that the results would come. "Come on, Brooklyn! Do you want to improve or not? Dragons do not give up! Now... try that again. You think anyone gets as strong as they are by never doing pushups?"


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Evey

Location: BCHS


Interacting with: Lizzy, Glasper
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Her friend's attitude was contagious, Evey screaming along and jumping around with her hands intertwined with the girl's. "Whooo! Girl tiiiiime!" Evey let out a tasteful giggle as Lanna poked a fellow student obnoxiously. The blonde didn't even remember what a fruit salad was, but it probably had something to do with partying, right? Either way, Lizzy was someone you can always depend on whenever you were down. "Ahhh, you're too much, Lanna~" She complimented her before smiling as Lizzy hugged her. The fuckbois were no longer in Evey's memory. She wasn't sure if it was even appropriate to have texted him earlier.


"What's got a sexy bitch like you so down anyways? You can tell Lanna The Fucking Banana!" Luckily, her prayers were answered as a ping went off on her phone. As a distraction from her question, she opened her messages. If it isn't Glasper, I swear... Evey wanted to slap herself. Was an emoticon that bad to add in? Surely it couldn't be that serious... Opening her phone she sighed in relief. The emoticon was returned with the same one. It was like the New Year's incident never happened. But was that really a good thing? Last time Evey checked, she wasn't exactly throwing up after that incident, not from repulsion at least. Again, she swore at herself for forgetting Suz's birthday. Of course she had forgotten. At least that gave her something to do. Evey had her day planned out now. Maybe cake shopping with Glasper and clothes shopping and maybe some boardwalk debauchery with Lizzy later before Suz's sushi dinner? The blonde nodded to herself in an excited pleasure.


Now for her question. "I mean, I know you got hurt and stuff but that shit happens my little lemon drop! Plus, Dr. Honeytoast fixed you up nice and good, right? You know what helps Lanna The Fucking Banana when she's upset? Take my mighty spoon...and shove it up someone's ass like a bumpy cucumber!" Evey had zoned out as she had checked her phone. Millennials, right? She giggled again and shook her hips playfully. "Nahhhh~ I don't roll that way!" Sighing from laughing too hard, she wiped a tear away. "I don't know... kicking ass always gets a sexy bitch like me down. I just... feel really bad for Glasper, you know? He's always so nice to me and getting me out of all these bad situations." Evey sat down on the pavement, all bummed out at the mention of his name. But what she couldn't control was her face looking away from an instinctual blush.


"I-I just... I can't count the times on both hands that he's carried me home after too many drinks or just... I don't know... been a nice guy to me, I guess. Maybe I just feel bad." She shrugged. It was the truth after all, but it wasn't why she was bummed exactly. Deciding to change the subject, the blonde girl leaned into the banana's shoulder. "We got an invite to Suzu's birthday party... I can get cake if you get drinks? Mayyyybe we'll get some new outfits too if we have time~"

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Glasp

me

heyyy, what's up? :3 wanna meet @ funworld after school?

them

hi :3 actually around dinner time i'm planning on taking suz out for sushi for her birthday. do you wanna go cake shopping with me? i was going to ask lizzy to get drinks and stuff for a kickback tonight too

me

i'm cool with cake <3 i think lizzy's cool w/drinks~ we'll be by the mezzanine in bchs if u need us

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Remy

Location: BCHS, in a car


Interacting with: Vaughn, Audence

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Unlike Audence, he didn't seem to take the question as anything other than a "who would you date?" sort of question. Nothing serious, but nothing else but that. "I'd just let whoever the hell's holdin' the gun to my head shoot." As the blonde insulted the... pickings, the blind boy smirked. "Come on, now. None of the girls are that bad. Again, I could just get special treatment~" Remy teased. Well... he is the leader, you don't really fuck around with Cobra leaders, even if they were blind. Maybe the rumour about one of the Death Squad members was true and it had just passed around. Apparently one of the old Cobra leaders once upon a time, Checky, specifically controlled his own bears to attack on command with jaws that bit onto the victim. Who wouldn't be scared if a bunch of rabid teddy bears bit onto you with razor sharp teeth? But Checky was the type of member who used the creep factor to his advantage. Who even knew how old he was?


As the Fritos passed around, he took some after passing the joint to Audence. The high sodium content of the junk food made him smile. 'Twas a nice day, getting high with his friends with no worry. He laughed at Vaughn's texting of Steph. She... was certainly an interesting one. Remy's anticipation heightened when he said it was Steph... no, like, it was Steph. "I'd date Steph... because she... has like... a great ass... and she... might be able to... out-smoke me. Might." Remiel took another handful of Fritos. "Might? And I had thought it was a feat unattainable~" Sighing, he looked around. "Dude... so I learned a new song. I want to see if I can play this high, something by Haydn that Mr. Sibelius suggested, some concerto in G major... Wanna hear it?"


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Cato

Location: RSHS, chilling near football fields


Interacting with: Sean, Archie and Russ

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"Come on, now!" The shirtless football player exclaimed. "That's extra calories to... everywhere man." He laughed. As much as he would hate, no, love, to admit it, Cato was a bit calorie conscious. He was the type of guy who only ate after he worked out, with the exception of breakfast. As a guy that does work out, however, he needs a lot more food than the average person. Not one for manners, he took some of the large food pile Sean had on the table. Hey, a little guy like him couldn't possibly finish it himself! "Thanks, your grandpa is the man!" He chowed down heartily, a wry, jock smile on his face.


His Australian accent was always hard to discern. Sometimes Cato wanted to bring his phone mic up to his mouth so that it would translate. However, Cato did get some of it from hanging around him for longer. "I honestly remembah not nothin'. Ol' Pup an' I kept the Dragon basted at base last noight. Pretty sure they'as someone else theyah, but... can't truly recall." About Leon and Keimi, apparently he was with them. Poor Sean, he had a lot of things to learn. "Ah, English please." He teased. "Kidding, I'll be your boxing partner and Sean can join too. I wanna see what you guys got."


The boy leaned back, shirtless with red sweatpants and all. Cato could practically recognizable as a Red Spectre from miles away. No wonder why the boy had randomly come to speak to them. "There's no way a newbie like you could be trusted with urgent news. Who the hell calls our leader, 'boss'?" You see, one of the glories of writing Cato is that he's so blunt and to the point that you don't even need to write thought bubbles since he just says whatever he's thinking anyways! But I digress. He didn't look like anyone that really hung out with Jason. Hell, he didn't even look like he could be in the gang. Cato simply laid nonchalant eyes on the guys he actually knew were Red Spectres to get a second or third voice on this. "Yo, you new or something, kid?" He asked.


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Allie


Location: 7/11


Interacting with: Asad, Aya, Jurrian, Jason

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OHMYGODTHISWASTHEBESTTHINGEVER! Allie nearly shrieked in over-excitement. Except, she missed. Oh well, there was time for more ass-kicking later, like... 10 miraculous seconds later. As Allie nearly crashed into the wall (no worries, her shield covered it), she moved away just in time for her to dodge Asad's kick to the shin. "Gangsters?! I fancy the term, 'ninjas'... of asskicking!" Oh Allie... that was the best thing you could come up with? Still, how dare Asad berate the Spectres?! Again, another hero has joined the battle of justice, saving her from said kick by tackling him down to the ground. Immediately, the petite girl took a liking to him. "Ring the police! He can't move now that I have him pinned! Aim for the balls if you really wanna teach him a lesson!" Asad then objected, bringing up a rather... valid point. "If we're all Spectres then we're ALL FUCKED if the police show up JACKASSES!"


"No, anonymous hero... we don't need the police, we'll make sure this villain never comes back!" This position and the fact that there were people backing her up gave her confidence and Allie decided to not let the police get involved. Especially if they were in the same gang, despite most of the heroic instincts in her brain. Gathering momentum, Allie lifted her leg after a few minutes of getting riled up and landed two swift kicks where the sun don't shine. And another kick towards his abdomen. "There! That should do it, we'll make sure he'll never make more of his demon spawn!" She exclaimed proudly.


Allie raised her hand to hopefully gain a high five from the teenager that had saved her shins. Aya turned to her and told her people were getting here. "We should get out of here. People are gathering outside." The leader was there, amongst the people and yelling at them to stop. "What the fuckin' hell! STOP! GET THE FUCK OUT!" It was until now the valiant hero realized how messed up this 7/11 had become. It couldn't possibly be the first time this had happened, it was smack dab in the middle of gangsters. Crime fighting was never a clean sort of business to run, but the payoff was highly rewarding.


Sighing, Allie cued the dramatic wind in her wavy hair tied in pigtails. "Mysterious hero..." She said, in a serious tone towards the feminine boy. Her glasses glinted from a light source coming out of nowhere, her helmet shining proudly. "We shall meet again... and I shall receive my high five! Quick, Cryptic! We have to take my bike!" The petite girl ran outside before the leader could recognize her. At least, that was what she thought. A speed-worn red bicycle with a basket, bell and a second seat awaited them. Allie quickly sat down on her vehicle of choice and looked back. In her basket sat the latest volume of manga, cup noodles and iced tea that she had originally paid for. If she accepted the ride, they would be back in time before the bell even rang. It was like the cliche riding-the-motorcycle-into-the-sunset thing, but with a ratty old bike and the sunset was Red Spectre High. Yup, the Bike Hero's whole life is a movie.


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[NyxNightmare]

? Organization: Red Spectres ? Rank: Member ?
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A sharp voice rang throughout the shop. One Aya knew all too well. Instinctively she turned towards the commanding leader. Her teal eyes caught his for a moment, unphased with a hint of mischief. Jason had to have known her well enough to know this wasn't exactly her style, she usually caused trouble quietly. Having usually been near Miles due to his moe-ness, being near the leader wasn't uncommon. She wouldn't be surprised if he had caught sight of her first in the store.

"Ja-"




Aya began, but was quickly cut off by the Bike Hero. What? She was escaping? And...she was inviting her??!! Now, Aya doesn't know what drove her to do what she did in the next few seconds. Because, out of all the things that went wrong today, she did not expect for this to happen. Her legs moved quickly and she was on the Bike Hero's trusty steed.

W-what on earth am I doing....




She was almost certain Jason would try to stop them or remember to chastise them later. They could only run so long. However, she was already in bad standings with the Blood Night, she figured she had nothing to lose by doing this now. No matter, she would totally find a new idol! After all, he had crushed her noodles. What a jerk! Still, she couldn't shake the small hint of disappointment. Well whatever, at least she wasn't in love. Now that would be troublesome indeed.

? Organization: White Tigers ? Rank: Member ?

Heh.

The sour reaction from Olivia was exactly what Spade was hoping for. The glorious him had managed to outsmart the little talented Foxglove. Of course, he would be lying if he said he didn't want to give into her little invitations. How could any guy not? Spade's tolerance was simply higher than others. He feigned ignorant to her spiteful words, merely returning a sly grin. He had a feeling he was on her hit list now. Unlike the woman, Spade was a bit of a social butterfly-if only for the juicy details he received from it. His invisible wings spreading, he raised his arms.

"Ah, greetings Shakespearian beauty."




He followed Olivia up to the two, his only regret being he didn't think the situation would be getting any spicier this way. Regardless, Emelia appeared more at ease as they entered the scene. Perhaps their presence would give her some more confidence?

"If we're cutting down the trees in Africa, fear not, we can be still as a mouse, soundless as air, make like the wind."


(If we're being intrusive, we can leave, no problem.)



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(I decided to wait on posting for Iris until Ruby writes for Oliver)

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[Leaf Fi]

Jurriaan

Location: 7/11 Convenience Store


Flirting with: Allie, Asad, Aya

Needless to say, Jurriaan was rather proud of himself for saving Allie's life. Of course, the nails digging into his back at the present moment wasn't the most pleasant of things, but he could ignore that for now.

"Eh? Cryptic thinks Knuffel is way cuter in person."

... E-excuse me...? Jurriaan blinked, a tint of pink dancing across his cheeks as he glanced over towards Aya, taking in her small little frame and cute but sharp features. This was definitely something new for him, being called cute without him throwing out a flirty line first, so needless to say, he was shocked and very, very flattered. "H-huh...?" In a bit of a flustered spiral, he couldn't quite manage out a sentence just yet, but luckily for him, the villain underneath him provided an excellent distraction by yelling out, "If we're all Spectres then we're ALL FUCKED if the police show up JACKASSES!"

"Wait... You're a Spectre t-?! W-WOAH! *WAT BEN JE AAN HET DOEN'?!" The blond screeched in fear, the sudden shifting beneath him making the male only cling tighter. Bike Hero didn't make things better by requesting a high five, and the Dutch man had to hold back the urge to squeal 'THIS IS NOT A TIME FOR HIGH FIVES I'M GONNA DIE OH GOD HELP'. Instead, being the polite little dork he is, he shakily raised one of his hands for the high five, lips parting to congratulate her on her kicks, however instead of a high five coming his way, Asad had successfully regained his footing. For a second, he just kinda... Stood there, almost as if he expected Jurriaan to slide off his helmet, but unfortunately for the blonde, he continued to stick right to him. "Y-you know..." He began gently, "You're the perfect ten now... 'C-cause we're both t-together... Hahahah..." Jurriaan laughed awkwardly in an attempt to ease the situation the two found themselves in. Unfortunately for him, it seemed the villain wasn't a fan of pickup lines...

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"Get OFF! You little! BITCH!"

Well, shit. Jurriaan began to scream like a little girl as he was thrown all around the shop, cries of 'I'M SOOOOORRY!' in both English and Dutch filling the air as he was whacked against anything in sight. Instead of being smart and falling to the ground though, he instead began to cling tighter to the helmet, almost as if he was giving it the biggest bear hug in existence. Nobody was trying to help either which sucked, so all poor Jurriaan could do was scream, plead for his life and try not to sob as he was hit against the Slurpee machine for the fifth time. To add salt to the wound, he could just about hear Aya suggest for her and Allie to leave, and he screeched in a mix of outrage, fear and desperation. "NOOOOOO!! TAKE ME- OWW!- WITH YOOOOOU!!!" Of course, he was ignored. Very mean and hurtful. Though, someone new had now stepped in!

Jason demanded, and honestly, Jurriaan could have sobbed in joy and kissed his feet in gratitude. Someone finally cared enough to help! "I-I CAN'T!! H- OWWWOWWOW- HELP ME! PLEASE! HE WON'T STOOOOOOOAAAGAGGHH!"




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Spoiler

*WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!



@NyxNightmare @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot @Bedbae

 

[SirBlazeALot]

Del

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Location: White Tiger High, Student Council Room


Kickin' It With: Tara & Jasper

"Easy, easy Tiger," Del held up his hands and shook his head, chuckling lightly. "We're all on the same side here, right~? I just wanna make sure everyone's happy. I'm sorry, man..." Del had a sickeningly sweet way of letting conflict with other members slide off of him like water against a windshield. He never got edgy and defensive because that would ruin the illusion. But when other people did, it gave him quite the thrill. The look on Jasper's face when he spoke to him said it all. He is so jealous of me~ Quite satisfied with himself, he pumped his fist when Jasper agreed to let Tara in on the bet. "That's the spirit!" he cheered outwardly, but inwardly he was cheering for himself. Del was fairly confident the only reason Jasper was agreeing to this now was because he didn't wanna bitch out when he said he'd be willing to do double days.


Del agreed with Tara. Chikage and Felicita were definitely the best ones to deliver their answer. However, he didn't feel like seeing them, lest they start asking too many questions about what happened when he left last night. Hopefully they'd forget all about it next week, he'd just have to avoid contact with them as much as possible. "Mm, you're right as always Big Sissy. Chi and Fel will definitely have the deets." Delson shouldered his messenger bag and began to walk away from the two. "I've gotta run though guys. Text me when I win~!" Del gave Tara a friendly kiss on the cheek and winked at Jasper before striding confidently out of the room.


@Danoram @RubyRose


(Backgrounding Del unless you guys still want him)


Gigi


Location: The Den, MayMarie's Room


Kickin' It With: MayMarie

Gigi rolled her eyes and folded her arms as MayMarie threw a tantrum. May was always so ungrateful for everything Gigi did for her. Such a brat. May's parents might put up with it, lesser members might put up with it, but Gigi wasn't going to put up with it. "Hey," Gigi's tone was suddenly very serious, and she aggressively backed MayMarie into a corner of the room. Gigi placed her hand against the wall to effectively trap her. "Fuck your privacy. Your photos help me to do my job, little girl. You aren't the only one who needs to have access to them. I need to know where they are and when they were taken too. That's teamwork, bitch. Don't like it? Tough shit. Chikage and Felicita think our powers compliment each other, and unfortunately, I agree. Plus I'm probably the only one with enough patience to put up with your bratty ass." Gigi backed away slowly and asked, "Now are you ready to get to work?" A sly smirk grew on Gigi's lips and she gave May a suggestive look. "Or do I need to spank you again?"


@theglassangel


Tsu


Location: BDHS


Kickin' It With: Zhi & Vixa

Tsu was still completely in the dark about what had happened to Vixa to make her so upset. From what she could gather, something had happened to some of the new members. But she wasn't sure exactly what. Tsu held Vixa in a hug as she tried to explain but Tsu realized she was much too stressed to do this properly. "Vixa," Tsu pulled away from the girl and took both her hands in her own. She locked eyes with the healer. "Let's do our breathing exercises," she commanded. Taking the lead, Tsu said, "In..." and slowly inhaled through her nose before letting the breath out. "Out...and in..." Tsu repeated this process until she was sure Vixa had gathered herself. Once they were finished, Tsu didn't let go of Vixa's hands, nor did she lose eye contact. "Now. Tell me exactly what happened," she calmly commanded. If this had something to do with Leon or the Spectres, she needed to know. As of last night, the Spectres were public enemy number one when it came to the Dragons, and she wouldn't be surprised if they had already started to seek other members to harass and harm.


@NyxNightmare @theglassangel


Cielo


Location: Blue Dragon High, Study Hall


Kickin' It With: Keagan & Solomon

"We're going to be late if we don't leave right now." Cielo nodded vigorously to Keagan's words. "So if you don't mind Solomon, we'll catcha later. We can talk then, and you can hear about our successful mission." Cielo attempted to go around the big lug as well, she even took Keagan's hand in hers as if she was under the illusion that dragging him behind her would make them escape Solomon faster. "Yeah! See you later!" she tried to lead the two of them past Solomon but the big man wasn't having it.


"You don't have enough protection. Or know the area. I'll take you as far as needed then leave." Okay, now the mission was completely out of Cielo's mind and all that remained was a desire to rescue her dignity. Especially after that threat to be thrown over his shoulders. Oh fuck no. Cielo clenched her fist and squeezed Keagan's hand as if she were trying to crush it out of anger. "What the fuck makes you think we need protection, huh?!" She barked right back at the giant. "What, is it because we're sooo small and you're sooo big?! Well screw you Solomon, Tsu and Isaac told us to save Leon not you!" Technically they didn't but they did in Cielo's lie. She finally released her death grip on poor Keagan and shoved a finger in the giant's abs. "If you try to pick us up, I'll make us so heavy your fucking big ass dinosaur bones snap! Now move out of the way!"


@RubyRose @Leaf Fi


Vaughn


Location: His car in the BCHS Parking Lot


Kickin' It With: Remy, Audence, & Steph

Vaughn chuckled in response to Remy and replied, "One day young padawan, even you may be able to out-smoke me." He drew idly in his notebook, having completely given up on the mask for now. He was so in love with the other one, it just wasn't the time to replace it. That'd be kind of like getting a new pet after one you've had for years died. So instead of working on the new one he was doodling Felicita, or at least someone who looked like her, what with the long pig tails and the fancy outfit, being assaulted by a giant floating eyeball with tendril appendages. "Sure buddy, lets hear it," he replied casually to Remy. "You're gonna love playing when you're high. It'll give you a whole new appreciation for music man..." Vaughn mused before opening his phone again to text Steph back.

Spoiler

Steph

them

bish where dafuq r u dont make me go fukin liam neeson on yo balls cause i will do that in a SECOND ps you got any of that peachy shit? that shit was good. give yo sugar momma some of dat loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove ;* ;* ;*

them

by the way, if you didn't get from the above, I'm beyond pissed. you have five seconds to reply or else babe xxx

me

bb plz can it wait? u know i got u bb. fuck next period lets dip and get lit?? :D ?? :D

them

hun u just read my mind ;D ur forgiven <3 ur balls r safe 4 now

me

ill let my balls know the good news. meet me in the parking lot after lunch bb <3

@theglassangel @Danoram @Leaf Fi


Lizzy


Location: BCHS, wandering about


Kickin' It With: Evey

Lizzy retracted her spoon and poked a passing student in the butt with it who had no doubt heard her mention sodomizing someone with it moments before. "It's too big~" She whispered loudly and suggestively to the student, bouncing her eyebrows above her shutter shades. Curiously enough, Lizzy was surprised to find that Evey was feeling guilty about Glasper. Lizzy sat down next to Evey and lent her a listening ear and nodded along. "I feel you on that. He's always there for us when we need him," by "us" she was referring to the Cobras at large. Glasper had lent her a helping hand many times as well, and she'd seen him do it for others too. Especially Evey, who had a tendency to go too hard and get sick. In fact it happened so often now that whenever Evey was sick it always seemed like someone would let Glasper know if he wasn't already aware. It had become routine. And it's not like Glasper doesn't drink and smoke. But she'd never heard him complain about it once.


"I wouldn't worry about it though. He's like...emo Jesus..." Lizzy added in a spacey tone and giggled immediately afterward. When Evey brought up Suz's birthday party, Lizzy threw her head back and laughed triumphantly. "Can I get drinks?! Bitch I'm Lanna The Fucking Banana! I'll get us so many drinks we'll have to get our stomachs pumped!" The prospect of going shopping was also worth the hype. She'd been considering putting together a few new costumes for a while but didn't have the motivation until the New Year, and subsequently, now. "Where does she want it? Funworld after hours? A warehouse? Remy's place?"


@theglassangel


Glasper


Location: Black Cobra High, wandering about


Kickin' It With: Suzumaki, Steph, & Evey

Glasper actually wasn't completely sure how the fight started, he only knew that Audence and the two busty Tigers had something to do with it. So he vaguely explained, "I think two of them attacked Audence," in a low voice. Suzumaki's response to his inviting Steph was quite poor, causing Glasper to feel instantly guilty and at odds with himself for inviting her. It'd be rude to Suz to do so, but then it'd be rude to leave Steph out. Glasper lowered his head sadly as Steph harassed the birthday girl. However, looking down gave him the perfect view of Suzumaki getting a face full of boob, causing his face to redden intensely.


"I might be busy. But I can always make time for you, baby." Glasper looked back up at Steph and away from her personalities, stomach dropping at the word "baby" because he swore that she caught him staring. He was about to fumble over an apology and explain that he was only worried about Suzumaki but Steph asked, "What'cha thinkin' of doing?" and since the cat was out of the bag about the party, there was no point in trying to hide it. "We were going to get sushi from East District and ask Lizzy to get some drinks for a kickback afterward..." he said as if he was confessing to his parents that he'd broken a vase. And as if his guilty conscious couldn't get any worse, he got a text back from Evey.


The terror of what lay inside subsided as soon as he opened the message. It was a normal text, nothing weird or awkward about it. Except... Wait are we going cake shopping...alone?! Glasper's breathing shortened. He definitely wasn't ready to go see Evey in person and he wasn't sure if he ever would be. But he couldn't have a panic attack in front of Steph so instead he tried to send back an equally casual message.

Evey

them

heyyy, what's up? :3 wanna meet @ funworld after school?

me

hi :3 actually around dinner time i'm planning on taking suz out for sushi for her birthday. do you wanna go cake shopping with me? i was going to ask lizzy to get drinks and stuff for a kickback tonight too

them

i'm cool with cake <3 i think lizzy's cool w/drinks~ we'll be by the mezzanine in bchs if u need us

me

ok! i will meet you after school then. tell lizzy to get lots of sake

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@Danoram @Leaf Fi @theglassangel


Asad


Location: 7/11 Convenient Store, near Red Spectre High


Kickin' It With: Allie, Aya, Jurriaan, & Jason

Asad was frantically and blindly thrashing about the store, growling incomprehensibly. Aya's lunch was at the bottom of his priorities at the moment, he couldn't even see her pointing to it. He felt two kicks to his groin, which were met with two loud thumps from Allie's foot making contact with his cup. "Ha! Nice try b--" he was cut off by a kick to the abs that sent him hurdling into a stack of beer boxes, knocking the entire display over. And though he could hear many voices gathering around the store, the one that stuck out the most was Jason's.


"I can't fucking see!" he explained in a muffled scream to Jason. To make matters worse, Asad had no idea who Knuffel was and what he could do, or why he couldn't let go of him, but it was starting to freak him out. Like...really freak him out. Getting yelled at by Jason later would be a minor annoyance in comparison to having this guy stuck to him for the rest of his life. "Why can't you let go of me!?" he roared through his helmet. He wasn't going anywhere if he couldn't see, and he wasn't about to get caught by the police for this.


Struggling to stand once more, Asad lifted himself to his feet and grew two red blades along each fist. He placed them delicately on Jurriaan's back. "Get off before I cut you off!" he warned, slicing through Jurriaan's clothing ever so slowly. If Jason weren't around, he probably wouldn't have hesitated to full on dice the fuck out of this guy's back if it meant getting out of here and avoiding the police. "Or at least get off of my face, asshole!"


@theglassangel @NyxNightmare @Leaf Fi @Bedbae


Vladimir


Location: In front of The Survivor


Kickin' It With: Keimi

Vladimir pulled up in front of the survivor just as Hayley had entered and Keimi left. He didn't bother going to school today, football season was over and he had no reason to keep his grades up anymore. This semester was pretty much solely for dicking around. He'd spent the morning boozing it up and taking a trip to the pet store to buy Keimi a goldfish. Then he took a trip up to North side to rob a fuddy duddy on the side of the street.


Before he'd arrived at The Survivor, he'd bought a ton of food from Astro Burger, a popular take out place in West District. Their burgers were out of this world and you better believe that's what it says on the bag too. He figured there couldn't be many people at the Survivor since school was in session, but he bought a surplus of burgers, fries, curly fries, onion rings, and milkshakes anyway with the money he'd stolen for the Northerner. So his car smelled like a mixture of vodka, goldfish, cigarettes, and delicious heart attack food.


"Sweet beetch!" he called as he rolled down the window in front of her. He parked swiftly, got out, slid over the hood of his car, and met Keimi with a bear hug and of course, a head rub. "Ohhhh ees so good to be seeing you~!" he cooed before stepping away and opening his back door to reveal all the food in the seats. "I have brought lunch!" he exclaimed gleefully and dropped his cigarette. He stomped it out before reaching in the passenger seat and revealing the bag of water that contained the goldfish he bought earlier this morning. "And I have also brought a new friend who is just for you!" Vlad extended the fish to Keimi, his knuckles still bloody from his robbery earlier.


@Danoram

 

[hosaki]

Russ Coleman

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Location: Red Specter High, Near the Football Fields


Interacting With: Archie (@Danoram), Cato (@theglassangel), Sean (@RubyRose)


Well, shit. He had no idea what the Cardinal's name was, so he'd assumed 'boss' was safe. Hell, he even called Remiel 'boss' sometimes. With the intimidating Specter staring him down, every cell of his being was shrieking for him to get the fuck out of there and never come back. I mean, this guy is standing outside, bare chested in the middle of January, which might have meant eye candy for someone else but only a really bad beat down for a Cobra like Russ. His palms were beginning to sweat, so he jammed them into his pockets.


"Yeah?" He managed to squeak out. His eyes darted around as his mind raced for a believable lie. Luckily, his sunglasses obscured his shifty eye movements -- a dead giveaway to the three guys sitting before him that he was practicing the art of "making stuff up". "I was hanging around the border and it looked like there was trouble coming our way…" A half-truth, since Iris and Oliver would be reaching the border soon. He paused to gauge their reactions.


"T-the fish, y'know?" That was it, Russ Coleman's body would be found swimming with the fishes for his stupid tongue slip.


Wait.


His mind might be onto something here. Latching onto that one inspiration the gods' had no doubt given him out of sheer pity, Russ threw his lot into the "Dragons are planning to attack" story his subconscious had gleaned from last night's rumor. "The Blue Dragons, they're coming. Where's the boss -- no, the leader?" He looked from one face to the next for either belief or suspicion while his body tensed in anticipation. Plan B was hightailing it back to the bushes to try something else. That is, if this encounter hadn't doomed their entire mission to failure.


On the bright side, if the Reds were full of people like Blondie here, he wouldn't feel too bad if Iris's alliance attempt fell through. The guy reminded him too much of the boys who used to slug him in middle school: self-assured, jock types with more of their stupid jock friends. But they were still marginally better than girls though. Russ frowned the way one did when faced with bitter medicine (which was bitter memories in this case) and readjusted his shades.

Hayley Fang
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Location: The Survivor


Interacting With: Leon (@Danoram)


"There's no difference." She dismissed the boy's retort about how he refused to rather than not being able to. Just the way he'd said that ticked her off a little, like he was somehow better than her in some way. He was also doing that pretentious thing martial artists called "honing the spirit" or whatever, and what she called "a big, fat waste of time". If Leon wanted to meditate, he could do that tied to the pole. She could be at home right now, helping in monitoring her brother's condition rather than concerning herself with this prick.


"Shouldn't I be the one asking that question?" From the standpoint of common sense, Leon was right. Annoyingly so. Hayley begrudgingly accepted the point and directed her attention to the food that he refused to touch. The noodles would go cold at this rate, but she wasn't about to question why he'd forked over the money if he wasn't going to eat. This man was all shades of weird, not barring the disconcerting way his expression never changed no matter what she said or did. Hayley could just imagine all the Blue Dragons with the same blank face, going through training in unison and rambling about honor and other pretty principles from their entitled perches…


Ahem. She'd gone off on a tangent there. She was going over to take the money when a peculiar rumbling drew her attention, the source being the stomach of the aforementioned weirdo. Her immediate reaction was one of wide-eyed surprise, before her lips twitched into the slightest smirk. He was acting like her little brother during one of his silent tantrums, refusing to eat even when he was hungry -- though the behavior was hardly endearing when a grown man was doing it.





"Do you need me to feed you too?" The question was injected with Hayley's usual annoyance when she dealt with the most troublesome of her siblings. Taking his hand, the girl jammed a pair of chopsticks into his grip. "It's not poisoned, so eat."

 

[RubyRose]

Oliver aka Onyx - Leaving Black Cobra High - With Iris on a mission

Oliver appreciated that Iris didn't comment or even seem to notice his epic fail, but didn't like her lack of answer. He continued to wait for a response but got nothing and his gaze narrowed slightly. Wondering what time it was getting to, Oliver reached for his phone and pulled out and then saw the series of texts that he hadn't noticed because his phone was silenced due to their being in school. So Russ was to locate the Chief Spectre but why? What exactly were they going to do? Take down the red leader? Talk to him about something.


The blonde boy nearly choked as he tried to refrain from coughing, holding his breath in an attempt to stifle the sound and making it worse. Coughing so hard his whole body shook and threatened of collapsing, Oliver knelt to the ground, trying to regain his breath. So, holding back coughing was a very, very bad idea. He'd make sure not to try that again. Shaking his head and pushing back to his feet, Oliver tried to regain his composure. He felt miserable, though, and was really just wanting to go home and nap. At the same time he didn't want to miss out on this mission. It sounded like fun and he had already missed out on so much the night before...


Putting his phone back in his pocket, setting it to buzz, Oliver wondered what he should be doing right now. That test was obviously for Russ, right? But what if he could spot Cardinal first! The problem was... he had No idea what the Cardinal looked like. "Do you have a picture Iris?" He inquired hopefully. "I can help look for him too. But I don't know what he looks like." He explained in the hopes of finally having something to do. Or perhaps Iris would tell him something she wanted him to do instead. He was fine with either. Another cough escaped him and he covered his mouth with his shirt, trying not to make too much noise.


@NyxNightmare @BlueInPassing


Jasper aka Noose - White Tiger High - Student Council Room with Tara and Del

Jasper was amused by Tara's excitement, but he didn't allow his expression to show it. Not because he didn't want to, but because he wasn't sure it was the smart thing to allow an expression to possibly further Tara's excitement. He made a mental note to hold Tara to this promise, but otherwise finally allowed the insult to slide completely from his mind. There was no reason to hold it against the woman; she probably had no idea what it meant to him exactly. Just how insulting the term was.


Del's explanation and his attempt to calm Jasper just had the longer haired man watching him. He hadn't meant the words to come off as dangerous in the truest form of the word. He certainly wasn't angry. He just wanted to show Del that the man wasn't going to be able to take Jasper's side, and also the opposing side, and still be a friend to all. If you didn't want to take a side, it was best to back out and not say anything. The apology was appreciated in a sense, but Jasper was wondering if Del understood what he had done to cause Jasper to speak up. Well, it wasn't that big of a deal so again, Jasper just let it go.


Agreeing that Chikage and Felicita were the best place to go, Jasper collected all his things and stood. He wanted to settle this bet and that be the end of it so he could mentally plan around whatever Del had planned, or possibly Tara. Or start planning on what he would have the two do for him. He'd probably just make sure they did all the work expected of their classes to the best of their abilities... though it would be nice to find a way to mess with Del. To really pick on the man. "Well Tara, it looks like it's just you and me." Jasper said and gave the girl the smallest of smiles. Offering his arm in a gentlemanly fashion he added: "Shall we go find our leader and second in command, then?" His manner was painfully polite, though not entirely cold.


@Danoram


Jeddidia aka NightShade 'Shade'- White Tiger High - Baseball Bleachers with Emelia (and Spec, Olivia)

Jed was paying close attention to Emelia's responses, attempting to pull the strings so that Emelia was just enough on edge but not ready to actually leave him. Though he wouldn't have been torn if she did leave; he just didn't feel like he had quite paid her back for the awkwardness she had brought to his lunch just yet. Her little laugh proved to him that she was at least partially calm. If anything she was psyching herself out, and Jed's actions were perfectly normal. At least Jed thought so.


Things grew quiet once more and Jed bit back a sigh. He really needed another cigarette with all the tension in the air and so he reached into his pocket to pull out his pack, pulling Emelia closer to him just long enough to light it before leaning back and drawing in a breath, still waiting for her response. He watched smoke drift into the air as she opened her mouth and then she noticed that they weren't alone. And then she called the two over and Jed did nothing more then take another puff before waving at them with the arm so very obviously around Emelia's shoulders. He chuckled at Emelia's sudden concern.


"It's a little too late to be worried about that, isn't it?" Jed murmured, leaning in close so he was speaking directly into her ear so that the others wouldn't hear. He playfully kissed her ear before leaning back into his relaxed position, keeping his arm tightly around Emelia now. He wouldn't let her escape from this situation easily anymore.


"I see how it is, guys. You have greetings for Emelia, but not your favorite golden eyed Tiger." Jed huffed as if offended before grinning at them. "Olivia, Spade, nice to have join the party." He said before drawing in another breath of smoke and then releasing it slowly. "You know, air isn't all that soundless when it's whispering through the trees or howling in a storm." Jed pointed out, knowing that Spade wasn't being literal but enjoying plays on words anyway. "You two are welcome to stay, or leave. Whatever. There's plenty of room on the bench as long as I get to stay next to my Shakespearian beauty." Jed said, giving Emelia a gentle squeeze with the arm still draped lazily around her shoulders. He considered them for a long moment, wondering what he could say to appear his usual careless self though he did, indeed, feel things were becoming crowded.


"Anyway guys, really, where is the love for me lately? I really am feeling a little left out." Jed said, pouting before pulling out his crocodile smile where he showed just a little too much teeth.


@Danoram @Leaf Fi @NyxNightmare








Keagan aka Oogie Boogie 'Oogie' - Leaving Blue Dragon High - Pestering Cielo, Solomon is also there

Keagan tried so hard not to wince but he couldn't help submitting to the larger man's demanding tone. When a fellow could just about squash you with a look it seemed better to just obey. And the humiliation of being tossed over his shoulder was something Keagan couldn't deal with, though Stanley obviously wouldn't have minded as long as he didn't get squished in the process. Keagan was surprised by Solomon's notice of the beetle, and that he dared threaten Stanley as well. He glanced at the beetle but didn't think the message needed passing on.


It didn't sound so bad to have Solomon's help, Keagan attempted to convince himself. It made him nervous, though. He hadn't even felt the anger Cielo was exuding at first, but damn did he feel it in his hand when her anger became physical. Face paling and teeth clamping on his lower lip to keep from whimpering, Keagan tried to man it out. Looking at Cielo in surprised, lip still clamped between teeth, Keagan tried to narrow his gaze and straighten up to face Solomon as well. If Cielo could face him, so could Keagan.


The sigh of relief hissed through Keagan's teeth when his hand was released so the girl could shove a finger at Solomon. He stayed strong enough not to massage his hand or so much as look down at it to make sure it wasn't broken. He kept his focus on Solomon, expression determined now that he wasn't fighting tears from the crushing of his hand. "You've got to remember Solomon, Cielo and I have gifts that make this mission ours. You wouldn't be very conspicuous and that's what we need. I can't believe you questioned our safety, either. I know I'm not much to look at but Cielo is amazing and there are few that would stand as a match for her." Okay, so Keagan couldn't help getting just a bit sappy but he admired the short statured woman. She was tough and Keagan truly believed there weren't many who could take her on. "So please let us do our job?" Keagan inquired; not purposely doing the good cop, bad cop routine but hoping that Cielo's anger and his pleading might get through to the giant of a man. He also trusted Cielo to make it so that they both didn't get squashed by the giant man.


Stanley noticed the negative energy buzzing in the air and began to clack nervously, pacing Keagan's shoulders all the way from the left to the right and back again as if doing so would dissipate the bad vibes from he air. Really, all the beetle accomplished was to be a sparkly distraction to any who was distract-able by shiny things.

Spoiler: Stanley the Iridescent Beetle -I just... Stanley is gorgeous so I'm gonna keep this here til Stanley isn't hanging around Keagan [/COLOR

xD ]

@SirBlazeALot @Leaf Fi


Lyre aka Genie - Blue Dragon High - Chatting with Nixon & Diana

Lyre was surprised by the tightening of Nixon's grip, and glanced at her friend for a moment before returning her attention to the floor. He still looked happy so she wondered if she had imagined it. Or perhaps he had squeezed her hand to show support for her in some way? Lyre found the gesture reassuring, regardless, and the uncertainty she was feeling from her appearance diminished a little. The genie like girl noticed Diana's slight change in expression, as well, but couldn't read what the woman was thinking about. She seemed happy, at least, so that was nice.


There was surprise flooding Lyre when Diana said she hadn't read it. Lyre had just assumed that Diana had read every book known to man. Well it was nice to know a story Diana didn't and she was excited for the woman to read it. Lyre had always liked the older stories like that; the original Grim Brother tales and so on. She didn't watch Disney movies for this reason (except Aladdin because Genie) because she knew the true stories and didn't like the warping the animations did. Her thoughts were drawn back to Nixon as he responded to her questions.


"He's really lucky he came across such objects, and had the lack of morals to steal them." Lyre agreed with a giggled, her own hands moving to fold behind her back now that they were no longer occupied holding Nixon's hand. Her mind was whirring on his answer to the first question, though; she found the thought absolutely fascinating. Her attention was drawn back to Diana when she said she wouldn't mind some spoilers and nodded. "My dearest Nixon, would you do the honors of telling our lovely Diana the tale of 'What Came of Picking Flowers'?" Lyre said with a flourish and a bow, not missing a step as they continued to walk. Reaching the exit, Lyre was quick to get the door for her friends, and then followed after them, blinking into the pale pink sunshine and smiling.


"Must have been nice to be enchanted by the flowers, don't you think? You get to enjoy the colors every day, but to be so drawn by them... I wonder if the girls got to keep them in the end." Lyre murmured as her gaze swept over the landscape that her eyes only read as shades of black and white and gray, as well as pinks and blues, and nothing more. She wondered what it must have been like to see the grass as 'green' instead of the mottled blue gray she saw. It had actually taken a long time to discover she was unable to see the full range of colors as most people saw them, but now that she knew Lyre was always wondering what she was missing out on. Although she had to admit the world was pretty no matter what. Hoping she was headed in the right direction, Lyre began to head towards the flower store, wondering if perhaps she'd be able to guess which plumerias were the ones she needed.


@Bedbae @Danoram


Sean aka Arena - Red Spectre High - Hangin' with Cato and Archie

"Grandpa says I need calories so I'll grow tall." Sean offered as he picked at some of the food himself, popping a rice ball into his mouth and chewing contentedly. "I'll tell him you said that, Cato! He said you or any Spectre is invited over for dinner like, whenever you guys want." Sean said proudly, remembering how much the gang had done to protect the town in the disaster. A lot was lost, of course, but many lives were saved. And as his Grandpa would always say 'You can replace your shirts, shoes, and hat but you can't replace a life lost.'


"Thanks Cato!" Sean crowed excitedly, looking forward to being able to be apart of boxing too! When a new face approached, Sean's face lit up, ready to share more of the food his grandfather made because he really wasn't going to be able to eat it all. Then it crossed Sean's mind... why was there an unrecognizable face? Did they have a new student? The thought excited Sean. More Friends!! As Sean bounced on his toes, wondering what kind of urgent news there might be fore Jason, he listened to Cato talk to him.


"We don't know where the boss is." Sean said brightly, boinging up and down in an overly excited fashion. "I think we saw him leave, though... but they were moving so fast I don't actually know if it was him or not. So new guy, what's your name? And what's the urgent news! Urgent news should be known by all the spectres right? It's important!" Sean said, moving to the new guys side and grinning ear to ear still, excited to possibly have a mission to help out on.


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((Eliza's practicin' her trumpet, Donni's chillin' on the Bleachers, Umm is in the cafeteria, Melony is people watching, Peyton is stalking Iris, Russ, and Oliver, and Dale is still at home sleeping off the bad evening))

 

[NyxNightmare]

? Organization: Black Cobras ? Rank: Second in Command ?

Nagging. The nagging on her skin, spreading an itching sensation over her body.




Why....why do I feel like Russ is about to seriously fuck up? Or has he already? Has someone figured him out?




Although the second in command had faith in her members, lately they had been causing trouble. Well, that was mostly pertaining to Audence. Russ would be alright wouldn't he? She wasn't sure why she was worrying about the guy so much. Her phone went off and her eyes softened at the message Russ sent.




Good...he's laying low. It would be bad if other Spectres find out we are here first and assume we are doing something shady.




Little did Iris know Russ was doing the exact opposite of laying low. She could only hope his skills were what she pegged them to be. A muffled cough sounded behind her, again she ignored the sound as they trudged onward in caution. Then, Oliver prompted her for some information. They were officially into Spectre territory now. Turning her head towards him she began to reply, when a sight caught her eye. A high school patrol car. To ensure students weren't out skipping school, patrol cars would roam the streets. Of course, a skilled delinquent knew enough to remain hidden from their view. Quickly grabbing Oliver's shirt, she dragged him into a nearby aisle.




That was close.




She released his shirt almost immediately, looking back at him.




"Oliver. You're here with me for a reason. Be patient."




Her words were rather curt, and void of much emotion. She had caught onto the edge in his voice from earlier. Did he fear she was leaving him out of something important? She didn't get to add anything else to her statement as she heard loud noises coming from the 7/11 further down the street. What? Such commotion in the morning. After making sure the patrol man wasn't around, she stepped out of the allyway, and the moment she did, a gust of wind brushed past her; as well as a bike that nearly ran her over, causing her to stumble backwards into Oliver. Iris fet her phone fly out of her hand and heard its screams as the tires of the bike crushed the thin screen straight in half. However, that wasn't the only sound she heard. A light plop sounded. She could only guess it was Oliver's phone slipping out of his pocket from the force of her colliding with him and it had fallen down the nearby sewage drain. Great. Now how were they supposed to communicate with Russ???




May the heavens have mercy on his soul....




Iris internally prayed for his safety. Hopefully he wouldn't be angry with her and think she was ignoring him or left him for dead. Her gaze followed the two girls on the bike who had raced off towards the school. It was only then that she noticed she was still laying on top of Oliver, her back against his chest. Her eyes widening, she sprung up and almost toppled over again.




"S-s-sorry....the bike...uhm...sorry."




Her eyes refused to meet his in her flustered fit, her demeanor a complete 180 of her previous manner. As she turned to look back at the 7/11, her eyes blinked in disbelief. Pointing to the guy in the distance she could finally find the strength to look back at Oliver, answering his question,




"That. He looks like that."

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[Danoram]

Audence "Puppet Master" Valor

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Location: Hotboxing a car | Interacting/Mentioned: Vaughn, Remiel

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"Obviously, I'd date you Audie~" As soon as Vaughn reached over to touch Audence's stomach, the blond squirmed around to escape the tickle, first smiling about it because it was funny, but seconds later he was glaring because he didn't want to encourage Dreads over there. Plus he had the joint, and didn't want to be the first one to party foul by accidentally ramming it against the ceiling. "Oh, it's Steph." Vaughn says. Of all the girls who are at least a little bit girlfriend worthy, he picks Steph. Pulling the juicy j from between his lips, Audence went into a coughing fit and stared with wide eyes over at the guy, "The fuck?" He choked out. Though, when Vaughn further explained that it was only Steph who had texted him, he calmed down a bit and didn't look quite as grossed out. Audence didn't really see Stephanie as a girl, a lot like how he sees Joe, but there's really no possible way that Joe's actually a girl. It doesn't make sense.


"But actually, yeah, I'd date Steph." Well there's that again. After fixing the leak on the joint a bit, appearing totally concentrated, the blond took a small hit from it before holding it out between Vaughn and Remiel, moving it closer each of them one at a time. Then, with a late reaction, he shook his head in a very dramatic manner, gorgeous gold locks bouncing around (lul), "The fuck?" Audence tried to picture himself with Stephanie, only to feel a little bit embarrassed about it, but still understood even more so that she would not make a good girlfriend. That's not really for him to decide though. "Steph is one of the most unbearable people in the gang? She's loud and way too overbearing. Like Suzumaki, but she's just the miniature version so it's not as bad. I just can't stand hearing her talk. I dunno if she can't use her tongue right, but nothing she says really makes any sense to me. Then there's Dale. Now, I know I said she'd be the one I'd date, but like... she's really full of herself and kind of stuck-up. Evey's okay, but I hate her friends. Actually, no, if I had to date any of the Cobras... I'd first go for Dale, then maybe Lizzy, but only when she's not wearing hotdog costumes and shit. Either way, I'd just rather not..." Wow, what a mouthful. I don't know if Audence is just trying to speak his mind, or if he's looking out for Vaughn in some weird kind of way... but seeing as he brought Suzumaki, Dale, and Evey into it, maybe he's just speaking his mind. If he thought about it hard enough- No, he wouldn't even have to think about it. Audence can literally complain about each and every member of the Black Cobras. It doesn't matter if it's Vaughn or Remiel, he's got something to say abut all of them.


Which, I mean, Audence ain't no perfect peach either. "There's another one too... One I really, absolutely, truly... cannot stand. And it's the leader." Managing to keep a serious demeanor, the blond jerked his bag of Fritos from Remiel and hugged them to his chest, "'Cause he's eatin' all the fuckin' Fritos." While he still looked like he was being completely serious, he wasn't, and you could tell by the way he was comically and dramatically shoving them into his mouth in a slow and boastful manner, giving a pleasured moan, "Mmmh~... Fritos~" Even as Remiel spoke about playing a new song, Audence continued to make sweet, sweet love to his chips. He took one single chip from the bag and waved it around the car for a second before quickly shoving it in his mouth and shrugging, "Go ahead, man..." Finally, as he leaned back in his seat, a large, quivering grin appeared on his face. He was on the brink of bursting into a fit of laughter at himself, but holding it back wouldn't be hard because he's Audence. Just one tiny thought can rip him from a good mood like that. You don't know what that is, but I couldn't think of anything to put so leave me alone.


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Archie "Cock" Babcock

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Location: (RSHS) Courtyard: Sitting at a picnic table | Interacting/Mentioned: Cato, Sean, Russ

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Archie was quick to catch onto the look Sean had plastered across his cute little face. The tiny guy either had no clue what he was talking about, or he didn't even understand what he was saying. That was fine, though, a lot of people reacted that way - he's used to it, and has grown to the point where he refuses to repeat himself, because often one time turns into a second time, which only leads to a third. It gets annoying after a while. "Aw, I can box! Sorta... I'll help too!" Alright! Well there's one partner. Archie sent Sean a smile and nodded, "Well, there's 'at..." then he looked back over at Cato, stuffing another roll of sushi into his mouth and swallowing it down. "Just need this'un now."


"Ah, English please." Thinking for a second that Cato was being serious, Archie raised a brown in slight offense and scoffed. His smile still never faded, though. The look on his face was still one of amusement as always. When the jock stated he was kidding and agreed to being the Australian's boxing partner, Archie bobbed his head up and down while browsing through the food on the table, searching for what he wanted to eat next. While he's not really picky about what he's taking in, he still keeps up with just how much he's taking in. He's the type to go by the famous saying: "Work big, eat big, and sleep big" - pun intended. As long as he executes a workout that equals up to or overrides his calorie intake for the day, he's fine. Unlike Cato, he doesn't work out before eating, but instead does so afterwards. This is mainly because the lack of carbohydrates will actually cause him to have a cataplexy attack in the middle of trying to bench or something, which may potentially lead to a crushed esophagus or broken neck, so he's just stayin' on the safe side. It's also because figuring a plan is easier when you know what you're trying to burn - calorie wise. Archie mainly looks for protein. That's where you find your muscle build up.


"Heh, see wot we've got? Boxin' is mah specialty, mate. You can bet ya chiseled ass I've got." The Australian boasted with a small laugh, eyes flickering towards an unfamiliar person who seemed to be inching their way, walking like his pants were a little too tight or something. That's when Archie's smile faded a little as she chewed his food. Oh, he chewed his food very slowly. "Y'know where the C-, the boss is? Yeah… 'cause I have some urgent news for him." Like, who the fuck was this kid? He just walked up without even introducing himself and started asking where the boss was? Clearly he's either a total noob, or something's up. Archie was betting more so on something being up, and if that was the case, he would never let anyone know unless someone else spoke up, because what's better than watching shit play out? Helping shit play out. That's what's better. Sticking back a little and messing around with the play of things was another one of Archie's specialties, something he loved to do so much.


Rather than jumping up to say something, the guy remained quiet, just casually focusing on the food in front of him as Cato questioned calling Jason 'boss'. Archie thought on whether or not he's ever referred to him as boss, but shrugged it off shortly after deciding he didn't give a shit. By the time Sean was done flipping out over meeting someone new, and a whole sushi platter was finished off, a head of pink hair sauntered over to the stranger and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "'Em Blue Dragons, aye? Can't say we ain't got busy with'em. How's 'bout I meet'chu to th' boss 'n you fellas can talk it out? He'd probly like t' hear 'bout what'chu've got t' say." A nice, big sniffle suddenly revealed that this guy claiming to be a Spectre newbie kind of smelled bad, but Archie tried paying it no mind. After all, everyone has their days. He'd be lying if he said he's never showed up to school smelling like a shoe locker. Okay, never mind, he's never showed up to school smelling like a shoe locker. That's just kind of gross, but he has smelled like a shoe locker in general before! Snapped a finger, the Australian stepped away from Russ and pointed at him with a furrowed brow, "If I ain't mistaken... the big man told me somethin' 'bout a new membah joinin'. I was s'posed t' spread tha word, but... I lose track sometimes, yeh? His name was Travis, I think... You Travis?" Don't shame the namin' game. Archie wasn't sure if this guy was some new kid at school, maybe, but he knew for sure that he wasn't a Spectre. So what did he want with Jason?

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"Well, there's 'at..." = "Well, there's that..."


2.) "Just need this'un now." = "Just need this one now."


3.) "Heh, see wot we've got? Boxin' is mah specialty, mate. You can bet ya chiseled ass I've got." = "Heh, see what we've got? Boxing is my specialty, mate. You can bet your chiseled ass I've got."


4.) "'Em Blue Dragons, aye? Can't say we ain't got busy with'em. How's 'bout I meet'chu to th' boss 'n you fellas can talk it out? He'd probly like t' hear 'bout what'chu've got t' say." = "Them Blue Dragons, aye? Can't say we ain't got business with them. How's about I meet you to the boss and you fellas can talk it out? He would probably like to hear what you've got to say."


5.) "If I ain't mistaken... the big man told me somethin' 'bout a new membah joinin'. I was s'posed t' spread tha word, but... I lose track sometimes, yeh? His name was Travis, I think... You Travis?" = "If I'm not mistaken... the big man told me somethin' about a new member joining. I was supposed to spread the word, but... I lose track sometimes, yeah? His name was Travis, I think... You Travis?"

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Nakazajo "Rocchi" Chikage

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Location: (WTHS) Cafeteria: Small booth in the corner | Interacting/Mentioned: Felicita

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Chikage sat with his eyes closed for a second as he struggled to understand an alliance between the Dragons and Spectres. "Why would Emerald team up with Cardinal?" Of course, his undying love for women played the biggest part in it. Emerald seemed like too elegant of a woman to ever try mingling with the Spectres, but I guess it all depends on their motives. Right as Chikage reminded himself that Dragons x Spectres might not actually be a thing, and that it was just something he questioned out of the blue, Felicita stole him from his thoughts. "Trust is the most dangerous weapon..." She said. Chikage sat back in his chair and listened with her hand still in his own two. Without his fedora, the bandages covering his burns could be seen clearly wrapped around and safety-pinned at the back of his head, a few sections of hair sticking out here and there. Luckily enough, the ones on his torso and back (where they're worse) were usually covered by whatever clothing was being worn, but he still made sure to keep them wrapped up as well just in case.


Felicita made a good point with gaining the trust of the Dragons. During the short moment she stopped talking before trailing off after a comment about Cielo and her assumed low ranking, Chikage stared down at the table with a stern expression - it was apparent that he was thinking about what the second in command said. He thought that an alliance would be a splendid idea, one where both gangs could benefit rather than just the Tigers. After all, being unfair just isn't a part of his personality. But the thing is... can the Dragons really be trusted? It's as Felicita had questioned: do they really want peace? For all they know, an alliance could be formed, then later on the Dragons may very well betray the Tigers. Suddenly remembering that the leader of the Dragon's was a woman like Emerald, Chikage shook the thought off with a sigh, feeling a little better about the idea. A small smile grew on his expression, and he leaned forward to speak, but realized Fel was talking. He felt immediately guilty for zoning out. "-elson? I doubt he's going to give us a proper answer though."


As Chikage tried piecing together what the girl was talking about by digging around in his subconscious, he felt her squeeze his knuckle, which forced his heart beat out of rhythm. Had he not grown so used to the feeling by now, he would probably be a little weirded out and thinking some strange sickness was creeping up on him. But nope. It's just a sign that he's still wrapped around her tiny little finger. Chikage met eyes with Felicita's when she asked if he'd been home recently. The answer to that is no. If he doesn't have to go home, he won't - he'd rather not. His grandpa is the number one most unbearable person he's ever met in his entire life. When he was young, everything was all fun and games, but after that middle school incident... boy did the old man buckle down on him. Everything Chikage says and does when he's around his gramps never goes without being silently judged or rudely commented on, and he can't stand it. But anyways, as soon as Felicita turned away all flustered and whatnot, the Tiger's leader flinched - then he tilted his head to try and look at her, "Hm... I haven't been home since Friday, but what could you have possibly left there?" He paused. "If you'd like, I can go retrieve it for you. Or we can go together? I'd also like to further discuss the idea of meeting with the Dragon's again."


Standing to his feet, the guy stepped around until he was standing beside his second in command, holding in his hand a meatball sandwich wrapped in a clean plastic. In his other hand, he held an empty Jell-O cup and a half-empty bottle of Moove It! milk. Directing towards a nearby trashcan with the twitch of a brow, Chikage smiled at the camellia, "I'll just throw this away. Of course... we can always wait until after school to stop by my place. I'll have to change out of this uniform. That way we won't have to make any extra trips, because if all goes well... I do intend to meet Emerald again." There was a brief pause before it seemed like Chikage was going to go throw his things away, but then he stopped for some reason and faced Felicita with a cheeky grin, holding his arms out in a manner that asked for a hug, "A hug to see me off?" He was joking, of course, and didn't actually expect the girl to give him a hug just so he could walk fifteen feet to the trashcan and return seconds later.


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(Alright, got Audence up! I'll work on the others when I get home 'cause I gotta go get ready, lol.)

 

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Solomon


Location: Study hall


Talking to: Cielo, Keagan and Stanley, the babe

"What the fuck makes you think we need protection, huh?!" Solomon stopped right in his tracks, glancing back at the fuming Cielo with a raised brow, almost as if he couldn't believe his ears. Her words came like a biting dog: full of force, rage and toughness. In a way, it was pretty darn incredible for her to even stand up to the massive man like that, and Solomon would usually give respect where respect is due and allow them to go on their merry way to the Spectres by themselves. But still being a little sick and crabby? Yeah... He wasn't going to go down that quickly to her wishes. The jab to the abs did calm him a little, but mostly because it was kinda funny... Not in a lame way or anything! It was just a little ticklish, and having the short little girl to express her anger through it just felt incredibly silly. It almost reminded him of a child back when he lived in the West district who would flail and poke anything in sight when they were upset, so that probably added to the silliness factor. Of course, he didn't laugh or have his sullen expression falter. Jesus, he'd probably get murdered if he did.


Keagan's piercing gaze turned his attention away from the short girl, and just seeing his lips part Solomon knew another patronising 'oh ho no you can't come' was coming, and boy was he right. Although his words weren't as harsh nor did he began to abuse his abs, there was still something that made it even worse than the belittling he got earlier; the fact the platinum blond pointed out safety being a reason he wanted to go. Cielo had done the same, but somehow, the politer way it was said now really hit him the most. Solomon didn't doubt their abilities, not one bit. Their heights? He worried about that, I'm not going to lie, but he feels the same way about anything under 6 foot. But could their height hold them back now? No, probably not. As Keagan pointed out, Cielo was a master at combat, but that wasn't the point. Making sure they were safe was important, but you know what was more important? Knowing the area. Something both of them left out completely, and that was bullshit.


Narrowing his eyes into slits, Solomon leaned right down to around their level, almost as if he was trying to whisper a secret. "Look," he growled with fire dancing in his eyes, "Fighting is one thing. Sneaking is another. I know that district like the back of my hand. I grew up there. No one else here has that knowledge but me." Straightening his posture and continuing to glower at the two short Dragons, he continued in probably the longest speech he's ever said, "You want to walk right in and get captured too? Be my guest. That's what they would expect." All this anger was now getting to his head, making him a little light headed, so it would be best to stop talking now. Ceasing his glare, he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Do whatever you want. Offer is there." Solomon finished up before turning towards the door and walking out of the study hall. What he said was definitely going to haunt him in a few hours time (He doesn't like to be mean, especially to people he respects) but with his sick mind frame and slowly dropping anger, he was at least a little proud of himself right now with saying what he did. The offer was probably going to be left hanging in the air, but it was nice to throw out there.


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Jurriaan

Location: 7/11 Convenience Store


Flirting with: Asad, Jason

Jurriaan was scared shitless. No other way to say it. The villain wasn't stopping at all, nor did he show any sign that he wanted to stop, and his cry of 'I can't fucking see!' just made the blond feel a little bad. Then again, whatever Asad was doing to get him into trouble with Bike Hero, he probably wasn't ever going to that again in case an incredibly handsome, irresistible young man might tackle him again and this would start aaaaall over again. "I-I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY, SORRY, SORRYYYYYY!" He whimpered in reply to the earlier shouts, and just when he thought things were just going to calm down, something sharp was placed against his back. It wasn't anything like he was thrown against, s-so what was this...?

"Get off before I cut you off!" ...
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. Images of his childhood immediately flooded his head, namely the incident that was much like this one. He had hugged a cute little girl and couldn't let go, and madness ensued. But how did they break apart back then?! Think, Jurriaan, think! "I-I CAN'T!" He squealed hysterically, squeezing the helmet in hopes it could suck him in and away from the blades resting against his skin. "IT'S MY CHI! I-I STICK TO THINGS! I'M NOT DOING THIS O-ON PURPOSE!" He explained hurriedly and repeated it again, just for good measure. All the while, his mind scrambled for the solution to help him get off. Usually he could do it without a problem, but it seemed that when he was in a panic or tizzy, he just couldn't... So maybe the solution was to have them both calm down? Hmm...
Taking a deep breath, the blonde gulped uncertainly before opening his mouth. "T-try kneeling down please...? A-and not stabbing me either...? I might be able to get off if we both... C-c-calm down..." The request probably wasn't going to go down well with the other, especially with 'calm down' being in the sentence, but goddammit, what else was Jurriaan to say that wasn't flirty? It was hard for him!

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[NyxNightmare]

? Organization: Blue Dragons ? Rank: Healer ?

The young girl wavered a bit until Tsu suggested, or commanded rather that they do their breathing exercises. This was not uncommon for the girl in any situation. She didn't do well with emotion, always the first to cry. Members must think she was such a baby. If not for her useful chi, Vixa was almost positive she would be a liability here.

Inhale....exhale....




Repeating the solemn process, soon she found herself eased. Without really looking up at the leader, she spoke softly,

"I...I was walking to school this morning right? And being my clumsy self I tripped over a few things....and...a few more things...then I tripped over someONE."




A pause.

"Well, I found two dead bodies hidden in the bushes at the edge of the border! They were newbie dragons. I recognized them because I just healed them yesterday before everyone went off to the festivals. So I came rushing to find you. Do you think it was the Spectres? I heard they weren't too happy about the way things ended last night....and they even kidnapped Leon!? Is that all really true?"




Her eyes were filling up again, but she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Tsu would know what to do wouldn't she? She always knew how to fix things. Vixa's body was still mostly covered in gauze, but with her crying earlier, the one wrapped around her left eye would have to be changed. She probably would be spending the day in the school nurse's room. Vixa wasn't all that smart either when it came to studies...often giving up in frustration, only to feign a headache to head down to the nurse's office to help out there instead.

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Corbin De'Luca "Gluttony" Leon Agnelli

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Location: The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: Hayley

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Hayley's look of wide-eyed surprise had Leon breaking eye contact with her out of slight embarrassment. Why must his body be so honest at a time like this? Couldn't it have just rumbled a little quieter? Through his peripheral, he noticed the girl's smirk, then immediately focused to the side again with an irritated click of the tongue. This chick sure seemed to be having fun.


"Do you need me to feed you too?"


Leon blinked very slowly. "I don't." He was thinking about cleaning the place up a bit so as to lessen the burden on some of the Spectres who might end up having to do so in his place. After all, the board games lying around everywhere have to do with him too - he participated in playing some of them. Over on the wall were several tally marks that Archie decided to track down using a random stick of eyeliner he found in a desk drawer. Leon's OCD was beginning to kick in... the tallies weren't even... and it annoyed him.


Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks were forced into his hand, and he looked over to glare at Hayley, glancing back and forth between her and the utensils for a second as she informed him that the food wasn't poisoned. There was a moment of silence as he thought on it, then, standing to his feet, he snapped the sticks in half and let them drop to the ground, "I'll not be in debt to a Spectre." Almost instantly after saying this, a look of realization flit across the Dragon's expression, causing him to drop the scowl and stare down in shame. He'd grown so used to judging people based on their standings since moving to Shinobi City that he forgets they're also human. "The money will be my way of paying back this favor. I owe you nothing after this." Leon sat back down and picked up the food. He took the broken chopsticks in hand and began eating without another word.


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Inukawa "Pup" Keimi

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Location: Front of The Survivor | Interacting/Mentioned: Vladimir

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Keimi started down the side of the road with her arms folded tightly over her stomach, pencil in hand, with an angry scowl on her face. She was still wearing what she wore last night, not too pleased about that, but was no longer in her domestic form. Archie wasn't supposed to leave her at base alone with the hostage. He was supposed to stay there and play some of the board games they always have lying around, Bingo being her favorite. "He promised Bingo!" She yelled to the skies with a cracking voice, startling a few passing strangers, in which she gave an apologetic smile before stepping off to find either a nearby convenience store, or preferably a vending machine, when: "Sweet beetch!"


The voice was so familiar. Had her helpful nose been activated, she would've sniffed him out with the wind before he found her. Vladimir slid over the hood of his car after parking it, then approached Keimi with an expected bear hug. She just stood with open arms and waited for it. Her bad mood had just... packed up and run off. Leon was no longer on her mind. Now was Vladimir time! Keimi's favorite Russian! "Vladimiiiiir~! Yes, yes! I've missed yooouuu!" The girl whined, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck.


When he went to step away, she dropped the hug, but kept a hand gripping the hem of his shirt. Vladimir opened the door to his car, and out came a mouth-watering smell, whereas, if her form was activated, it would be several different smells, all still just as pleasing. Keimie's jaw dropped. She hoped he was gonna share - but... it's Vlad... of course he's going to share. Ready to just jump into the vehicle and chow down, the brunette stepped forward with an outstretched hand. On her face was a look that said her mind was already locked down on what to start with. But... she didn't know how to answer the echoing question, because she didn't have her beloved nose to tell her what all was there; though, there was most definitely burgers. No one can mistake the smell of a burger. Not one from Astro Boy. Any burger that's gone to the moon in back is sure to remain a nostalgic smell for the rest of one's God-given life.


Anyways: "And I have also brought a new friend who is just for you!" A new friend? Imaginary ears perked up, and Keimi snapped from her daze to look at the tiny goldfish. Her heart skipped a beat as she threw herself a few steps back and gasped with a hand over her mouth. She stared wide-eyed at it. "It's... It's so CUUUUUTE!" At first her voice was high-pitched. "IT'S SO COOOT!" Then she sounded like the spawn of Satan, a deep growl resting at the back of her throat as she cheered. Keimi jumped towards Vladimir for another hug, making sure to be a bit careful so as to avoid knocking it from his hands. We don't want a repeat of last night, now do we? "You got him just for me!? I love you so much!"


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Emelia "Shakespeare" Dawson

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Location: (WTHS) Sitting at baseball bleachers | Interacting/Mentioned: Jeddidia, Spade & Olivia

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Cold chills raced down Emelia's spine as Jeddidia, her proclaimed bad-boy soul mate, whispered in her ear then left her off with a playful kiss, in which a burning sensation swirled around in her gut. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't happy, but it'll be way easier to admit to it once she's by herself, because then her mind will have had enough time to twist the memories around and manipulate them to her liking. Cupping a hand over her ear, Emelia smiled nervously with a light laugh, "Aaaha... R-Right. I'm sorry." Her gaze skimmed across a plain-white phone in her lap before landing on the approaching Olivia and Spade, "Emelia! Hi!" Then, following up after her was Spade with his 'Shakespearian beauty', and Emelia grinned cheerfully with a knock to her temple. "Hello."


The Shakespearian Beauty, right now, was doing what she could to ignore the tight grip Jed had around her shoulder. While it made her feel at ease very deep down, the surface was frozen over with the worry of rumors spreading about them being a couple. She didn't want something like this to burden Jeddidia later on despite him being the one playing the games. Hopefully Olivia and Spade weren't the type to go around running their mouths... Then again... Emelia's focus stopped on a head of pink-hair. "...She's pretty." Maybe this is how Eliza feels sometimes? The short girl is always going on about how beautiful Emelia is and whatnot, never taking out the time to appreciate her own appearance. "Eliza's pretty, too." Unconsciously, she began comparing herself to Olivia. Does Jeddidia like girls who are more colorful? She also seems easier to talk with... (then again, it only seems that way because Emelia doesn't talk with the girl much). Then there's her eyes - they're very catching. The same goes for her beauty mark. Emelia glanced down at her lap and bit her lip, daring herself to look over at Jeddidia to see if he was staring like she had been, but then: "I see how it is, guys. You have greetings for Emelia, but not your favorite golden eyed Tiger."


At first Emelia felt guilty. She thought that Jeddidia was being serious, that he was actually hurt by the lack of attention he was getting. Her purple, crossed eyes darted over, instinctively landing on a pair of piercing golden ones due to their mentioning, then upon noticing an expression of cheer, she blushed and looked away. "Oh." Because she had lost herself in thought, Spade's talk of trees in Africa and making like mice went completely unheard. Like, she had no idea he said something, so... whenever Jeddidia spoke up in a slightly - just slightly - poetic manner, she appeared a little confused; though, her interest was peaked. 'Whispering through the trees'. "What a beautiful way to put it..." She smiled, accidentally losing herself in a daze. When Jed squeezed her and claimed her as his Shakespearian Beauty, she looked over at him with that same smile and laughed, probably coming off as weird or something because her reason for doing so was most definitely unknown. Unless she got lucky and they assumed she was just laughing at his statement. Their faces were so close within that moment, though. Of course, he probably didn't even pay attention to such details, so there was no reason for her to grow so flustered. "Anyway guys, really, where is the love for me lately? I really am feeling a little left out."


Emelia didn't say anything. Instead, she just locked her gaze down on the pitch black screen of her cell phone and sulked. "...I've come off as such a fool. Please give me a chance. Just one chance. Just one. I just want to be able to speak normally with him as I can with Eliza..." She doesn't pay much attention to it or hold him as high in regard, but Emelia actually gets along quite nicely with Spade too. They just kind of click once they get into a heated conversation about poetry, but because the pale beauty spends most of her time with Eliza, not many others are given the chance to better the terms they're on with her. Everyone's either pleasantly acquainted, or they're just known by name and respected from afar as fellow gang members like Tara. Emelia never talks to Tara. Sadly - oh... so sadly, Emelia missed out on her chance to see Jeddidia's cute ass crocodile grin. How she would've flipped on the inside, possibly fangirl to the point of no return.


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Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn

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Location: (BDHS) Hallways | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre and Diana

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Like Lyre, Nixon, too, was flooded with surprise to hear that Diana had never read 'What Came of Picking Flowers'. He always figured she knew everything. If there's ever a question no one else knows the answer to, they all consider asking Diana about it. Maybe Diana will know - It's pretty much become a natural thing to say. But, like... wow... Knowing he's read a story Diana seemed completely oblivious to had Nixon's ego climbing the trees around them. That lasted only for a minute though before it suddenly took a nap on a random bench nearby, in which Nixon held a finger beneath his nose like a mustache, "Why, yes~ my dear Lyre! It would be my honor!" He joked.


"The story is actually pretty simple. To explain it in full detail would be amazing, but sadly, I don't have the kind of memory you do, D." Miracle fingers were wiggled Diana's way as the guy moved to hold the door open for the two girls, only to notice that Lyre had gotten there first. Even still, his hand remained on the door above Lyre's, then once they were through, he finally decided to let go and walk ahead. "Must have been nice to be enchanted by the flowers, don't you think? You get to enjoy the colors every day, but to be so drawn by them... I wonder if the girls got to keep them in the end." Lyre caught a quick glance from Nixon, but once he noticed where her focus was directed, his gaze followed. He stared off into space and wondered what it was like being unable to see color the right way. Through her eyes was like a whole other world... like staring at a black and white picture, maybe? Or a picture with very low contrast, but with some of the color still visible. Nixon smiled and made a mental note to try editing some random pictures later so he could see what life through Lyre's eyes was like, then snapped a finger gun at Diana, while at the same time looking at Lyre, "I'm sure that if they did not get to keep them, there were plenty more to go around!"


"Now~" He cleared his throat. "To explain the story... It starts off with the one introduced as the eldest sister of three daughters, who's walking around in a meadow- a water meadow, my bad, when she suddenly comes across what was written as 'a pink', which is a nickname for a flower called Dianthus. Like anyone else would've done, she stopped to pick the flower but..." Suddenly, Nixon's brow furrowed. "Wait... Did the older sister pick a flower?" Two hands were lifted to take hold of his spiky locks as he turned around and started walking backwards, facing the two with a look of shock, "I can't remember!?" This was a crisis! Now he's gonna have to re-read the story a hundred times over just to make sure he never forgets again. Nixon felt ashamed. To think he'd make such a simple mistake, especially with a story he's so taken to! The guy covered his face with a hand, placing the other in his pocket and facing the correct way, "D'aaaagh..." he sighed. His already raspy voice sounded slightly intensified from the frustration.


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Suzumaki "Skeleton Jack" Arakai

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Location: (BCHS) Standing in the halls | Interacting/Mentioned: Glasper & Stephanie

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Suzumaki was angry. She just knew Stephanie was trying to piss her off... and it probably had something to did with how small she was. Her height makes her seem like an easy target - that's what it is. Everyone loves to pick on short people don't they? "Oh, sorry, babe! Didn't see ya there!" And the assumptions ring true! Suzumaki's eye began twitching wildly as she tried to remain calm. Whatever happens, Stephanie is still a fellow gang member, and fellow gang members only mean well. Over and over, the small girl told herself to be the bigger person. Just. Be. The bigger person.


"Hey, hey, hey! What's the problem, Suzy?" An unwanted hand was quickly placed at the back of her head, and Suzumaki suddenly found her cringing face buried somewhere she'd rather not have it buried. About that whole 'being the bigger person' deal... there are some times where one just can't keep that up, especially in situations as humiliating as this one. Suzumaki's cheeks flushed a bright red - not necessarily from embarrassment, but more so from anger. She was infuriated. The stupid pats to the head didn't make things any better either. Well, it might have for Stephanie. She sure seemed to be getting a kick out of bein' a bully!


Rather than squirming around and trying to get away, Suzumaki just went limp where she stood and waited. Slowly, a pearly white bone began inching its way from the back of her wrist as usual whenever she's about to fight. Her adrenaline was building up the more she thought about just ramming the sharp tissue straight into Stephanie's side. Oh, how bad she wished to do it. Buuuut... that would be taking things too far. As far as Suzumaki believes, Stephanie is just annoying - it's not like her sole purpose in life is to ruin her own. Still... there are more less unbearable ways to pick on someone. Like, maybe a silly prank worthy of Suzumaki's praise. Pranks are fun. "Why not just pranks!?" The small girl squealed on the inside, coughing up imaginary blood and foaming out the mouth.


When finally she was let go, one of her eyes was shut tight, while the other one remained wide open - probably the result of a very tiny stroke... or maybe something more logical like Stephanie's shirt poking her. Attempting to open the eye only caused it to start watering, in which Suzumaki began rubbing at it while jutting her fingers towards her claimed rival, bone still poking from her wrist, "Yeah, and everyone's invited except you! Because it's my-!... Sper's... mom's... late... birthday party?" As she said this, her working eye darted every which way so as to avoid eye contact. If she were to meet either Steph or Glasper's eyes, she just knew she'd spill the beans on how she was actually aware the party was being thrown for her. While Glasper did a crappy job at hiding it, he still tried and is making an effort... so ruining the surprise would just make Suzumaki feel really guilty. For a second, the red-head grew silent. If Stephanie did come to the kickback... would she bring a present? What if not letting her come just leads to a smaller amount of gifts!? Will there even be gifts? "U-Unless, of course... you bring Momma Mint a present... one that suits her liking. Maybe... Maybe something like a, uh... cool pair of sunglasses... or a mask like Vaughn's..." The bone that had been sticking out of Suzumaki's wrist slowly sunk back into place as she crossed her arms and turned away from the two others, speaking through pursed lips while trying to act natural.


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Tara "Freaky Friday" Rose

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Location: (WTHS) Student Council's Room | Interacting/Mentioned: Delson, Jasper

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"Mm, you're right as always Big Sissy. Chi and Fel will definitely have the deets." Tara's gaze shot up from the floor, in which she had been lost in thought wondering who else might possibly have a helpful amount of information to share with them regarding last night's event. She thought that maybe someone like Gigi might, but if the girl was just another of the ones who didn't make it to the party, then that just brings them right back to Chikage and Felicita. Speakin' of Gigi, Tara didn't remember seeing her around today. Anyways - when Delson spoke his farewell with a kiss to her cheek, Tara grinned and leaned into it before watching him leave with a two-fingered wave, "Alright, stay outta trouble."


Jasper began gathering his things together, and the blonde blinked over at him with a questioning gaze. She didn't know if he was about to leave or not as well, kind of hoping he wouldn't because then she'd be alone, so she immediately began thinking on what to do after he did leave, "I could go find Fel... I'm sure she's gotten everything written down in a golden notebook, or somethin'." The picture put a smile on her face. Right as she let out a light chuckle: "Well Tara, it looks like it's just you and me." Jasper appeared by her side with an offered arm. At first she just started down at it with a blank expression... Then, after thinking about it for a second, her cheeks flushed a light pink and she swat at the air while taking him up on the offer, "D'aww! How gentlemanly! A lot of men could learn a thing or two from you, Jasp~ Let's go find Fel!" Tara knew that, most likely, wherever Felicita was, Chikage probably wasn't far off the radar - which was a good thing... even more so if they were already together. Quickly brushing some hair behind her ear, only for it to fall right back where it was, she glanced up at Jasper, "Where to?... Bathrooms? Cafeteria? Courtyard? Here, there, anywhere?"


@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose

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Brooklyn "Vincent Van Gogh" Austin

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Location: (BDHS) Spare Gym | Interacting/Mentioned: Isaac

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Coming off as such a wimp, Brooklyn wished that she could just merge with the gym floor and never have to show her hideous face to anyone ever again. She wanted to just go home and lock herself in her room with her easels and sketchpads, maybe draw herself a few friends to talk to. Disappointingly, though, her drawings are no more intelligent than a dog, so it's hard to try carrying on a conversation with them because they don't talk. Why couldn't she be someone like Isaac? Isaac is strong and respectable. No one looks down on him, rather - they all look up to him... Brooklyn included. She was jealous. So, so jealous. He's attractive too, another thing Brooklyn wished she fell into category with. The smacking sound of something hitting the floor mats sent a shudder down the small girl's spine, and she quickly lifted her head with a look of horror. Was she actually about to start sinking into the floor!? Be careful what you wish for! "I didn't mean it!"


"Well, if you don't try, you'll never be able to in the future." Ouch. Them is fightin' words. Brooklyn stood slowly to her feet with a gaze trying so hard not to look away from him while he spoke. She was always afraid that if she broke eye contact with the guy, he'd get angry. Isaac's statement about how rewarding the pain after a rigorous workout was had Brook cringing and tucking her head in like a turtle. There was once a time when she decided she was going to test out an ab-roller Nixon lent her, and the next day she thought she had, like... stage three abdominal cancer or something. Which didn't really make sense because most cancer is pretty much painless until you start treatment, so. Anyways~! "Come on, Brooklyn! Do you want to improve or not? Dragons do not give up! Now... try that again. You think anyone gets as strong as they are by never doing pushups?" Isaac asked. The little comment about Dragons never giving up had her eyes gaping open. Her mind opened up a little due to the fact that things now seemed like a movie, and she liked that. Brooklyn loves herself some movies. Actually... she loves anything that's an escape from reality.


While at first she was inspired, her thoughts suddenly traveled back to a time when she was training with Isaac again, and he was doing something called weighted pushups. Now, she doesn't know just how much weight he had on, but however much it was... was too much for her to even lift an inch off the ground - even when putting everything she had into it. Then again, Brooklyn has the strength of a nine year old... Still, it was a fair amount of something. An impressive amount. Clearly he's put work into accomplishing such a feat. Suddenly her inspiration and motivation was let go as she hung her head with a sigh, allowing her tiny arms to dangle as though making a lousy attempt at toe-touches, "That's easy for you to say... I get tired just walking up a flight of fifteen stairs. My feet start to hurt if I stand for too long without shoes on too... which sucks because I don't like shoes... They pose the possibility of athlete's foot and inside shoes is the perfect little place for microbial growth. Don't forget the nasty germs such as Pseudomonas... eeeeh...." Brook shivered and hugged herself, then randomly bounced a finger at Isaac while tilting her head, "Did you also know it's healthier to run without shoes on? I read that up the other day." Ohoho, Brooklyn was on a roll! She's been dying to share this information with someone since she discovered it, but now that she's actually said it out loud... paranoia began to sink in. Slowly, the girl sat down on the floor and began pulling her shoes off. "Just in case..."


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Jason - Red Spectres (Leader)

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Location: 7-11


With: Allie, Aya, Jurrian & Asad
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Not again. The convenience store was quite the way. If anything, it looked more of a junk yard than a store. A few destroyed machines here and there, lots of packaged food and cans laying in the ground.


Standing tall between a small group that had been brought together by the crazy fight, Jason could see a few of his members being the cause. "AY YOU!" he yelled towards the girl wearing the swirly glasses making her way to her flashy bike. Pee Wee Herman always came to his mind seeing that red bike. Seeing just the face was enough and those goofy glasses would make anyone stand out. It was too late, the Spectre's cheerleader headed off on her metal steed. He didn't even notice Aya until the end due to his focus on Allie.


Watching the girls dip, Jason turned his head back to the failure of a playboy, Mr. I-speak-Dutch Nostrand. In all honesty, Jason had no idea why he accepted him into the gang. His chi hasn't benefited the gang since he had joined. For some reason, his dumbass was sticking to Asad which was making matters worse. "Asad, put those shits away," Jason commanded in a serious tone. He walked up to the two, which really didn't look good when you have one kneeling down. He then whispered into Jurriaan's ear, "Calm down. Look at me. Breathe slowly and release your chi."


@NyxNightmare @SirBlazeALot @Leaf Fi @NyxNightmare @theglassangel

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Diana - Blue Dragons

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Location: Walking out of school

With: Lyre, Nixon
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The surprised look Lyre and Nixon were giving Diana made her feel uneasy. Was it that surprising to find out someone hadn't read a book? Lyre let Nixon do the storytelling and as for Diana, well her attention was at 100% on him.


"The story is actually pretty simple. To explain it in full detail would be amazing, but sadly, I don't have the kind of memory you do, D." Well, there went her happiness. Her eagerness was blown off that quick. If anything, she felt like leaving the two and heading to the library. Then again, he did compliment her...maybe? She followed the genie as they passed through the door.


"Thanks, I guess," she replied followed by a half-assed smile. Her attention was given to Lyra as she said something that might not seem so bad but given the fact that Diana knew she was colorblind, sadness bestowed. Science had made some glasses that could help people see color. Maybe I can gift her a pair once I research some more.





"I'm sure that if they did not get to keep them, there were plenty more to go around!" Yea, Diana had no idea what they were speaking about once again. But wait, what's this? It seemed our friend Nixon was actually going to tell the story. Someone was back to her happy self. She focused her hearing on Nixon, trying to listen to the story as they walked outside. "Aha, elder daughter picking up a flower, I like where this is going." And there went the story. "Damn it Nix." She hadn't realized how rude she sounded. "Sorry, I was just getting into it," she laughed nervously.


@RubyRose @Danoram

 

[Leaf Fi]

Location: Hallways


Fuckin' around with: Glasper, Suzumaki, Vaughn (Texting)

Two Tigers attacked Audence? Meh, Steph couldn't blame them. With his shaggy blond locks covering his eyes at all times, the two Tigers probably thought he was blind and an easy target. She would have pushed further, questioning on what the outcome was, but by the somewhat quiet response Glasper had, he wasn't feeling up to saying anything further than that. Ah well, at least she had Vaughn to inform her later.


"We were going to get sushi from East District and ask Lizzy to get some drinks for a kickback afterward..." Awww, what was up with his ashamed tone? And... Red face? An eyebrow raised internally as the woman eyeballed the male, then the also red (but significantly more angry) Suzumaki. Oh. Oh ho. OH HO HO! So he was that kind of a man, eh? Hehehe, Steph was going to use that against him some time soon... Sorry dude. Don't blame me when you get a faceful of Stephanie too 'case you brought that upon yourself. Acting as if she never saw the blushes, the dark grey haired woman let out an over the top gasp, her hands clasping together. "Sushi?! Then an after party?! Maaan, sounds like an awesome time!" She sang, beaming brightly with only a tiny, tiny tiny bit of sarcasm. I mean, pizza trumps raw fish any day, but hey, whatever floated their boat. Of course, her lesbian little shrimp friend had to cut in,"Yeah, and everyone's invited except you! Because it's my-!... Sper's... mom's... late... birthday party?" Steph blinked, then blinked again before staring incredulously at the girl. 'Eh?' One thing and one thing only sunk in from that sentence, and that was that she wasn't allowed to go. The rest? Pure gibberish. Suzumaki seemed to realise this as her gaze flickered back and forth, the bone in her wrist popping out slightly as if it were trying to wave at her. Steph gave her a 'what the actual fuck are you on right now' look, and in a matter of seconds she corrected herself. Or, well, fumbled around her new words as if trying to apologise or speaking like they were the first time she had learnt to pronounce them.


"U-Unless, of course... you bring Momma Mint a present... one that suits her liking. Maybe... Maybe something like a, uh... cool pair of sunglasses... or a mask like Vaughn's..."


Oooooh. Okay. Steph understood now. The corner of her mouth perked upwards as she cooed, "Aww, you changed your mind, Suzy! You sweet lil' thing you!" Like a doting grandmother she squeezed the girl's cheeks together before pursing her lips playfully. "Wook at you! All mature! D'awww, I could just kiss you!" Cheekily, Steph quickly rubbing the cheeks in her palms before sighing. "Too bad we have an audience, hmm?" Tipping her hip to the side, she once again released poor Suzumaki before patting her head. Acting as if her baby talk didn't happen a second before, Steph sighed and shrugged her shoulders, placing one hand on her hip. "I'll see if I can head to the party. Wouldn't want y'all gettin' sad without me for a second night in a row." Pulling out her phone once more she began to idly tap her fingers on the screen with a raised brow. "Who all is comin' anyways?"


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Weed bae

me

bish where dafuq r u dont make me go fukin liam neeson on yo balls cause i will do that in a SECOND ps you got any of that peachy shit? that shit was good. give yo sugar momma some of dat loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove ;* ;* ;*

me

by the way, if you didn't get from the above, I'm beyond pissed. you have five seconds to reply or else babe xxx

them

bb plz can it wait? u know i got u bb. fuck next period lets dip and get lit?? :D ?? :D

me

hun u just read my mind ;D ur forgiven <3 ur balls r safe 4 now

them

ill let my balls know the good news. meet me in the parking lot after lunch bb <3

me

U got it ;)

(Olivia will be up ASAP! I'm currently procrastinating on learning my drivers theory so I'm trying not to get caught by my parents xD Sorry for the wait!)

 

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Tsu

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Location: BDHS


Kickin' It With: Zhi & Vixa

Two dead bodies? Tsu's heart stopped beating. It felt like her entire body had become stone. Everything suddenly felt heavy, and then, hot. There was a burning in her soul that she could physically feel. Wrath took her mind like a storm and sadness tightened around her heart with each subsequent word Vixa spoke. She could feel her spirit becoming vengeful. Tsu had to bring herself back, she had to acknowledge everything that was going right in the world so that it didn't feel like everything was going wrong. Immediately, she looked to the trees and their leaves blowing idly in the wind. She keyed into the soft singing of the birds, and the gentle January breeze on her skin.


"Vixa, we can't jump to conclusions. It's true that the Spectre's have kidnapped Leon...but the Cobras could have easily taken the lives of our friends. Though I doubt the Tigers had anything to do with it, it isn't beyond the realm of possibility. For now, the Cobras and the Spectres are our number one suspects." Tsu held Vixa's cheek in her palm gently. "We will not seek vengeance on their behalf, because killing two of their's won't bring back ours. No, we will strike back so that the city knows that killing Dragons has consequences. I'll begin an investigation immediately. If you could lead me to their bodies, that would be most helpful. We can only hope the police haven't gotten to them already." Tsu released one of Vixa's hands but held the other one gently as she began to walk off in the direction she'd seen Vixa come running from. In her urgency, she had completely forgotten she'd left Zhi sitting alone. Poor guy.


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Cielo


Location: Blue Dragon High, Study Hall


Kickin' It With: Keagan & Solomon

Cielo's angry huffing and twitching eyebrow slowed with Keagan's speech. Flattery's always nice right? At least someone respected her talents around here. But that's all Cielo really had going for her, talent. Tsu and Isaac were always telling her that she'd never reach her full potential if she couldn't calm her mind. She tends to get angry when she fights and all that talent would give way to stupid mistakes. But despite how many times she'd heard it, Cielo had yet to own it. However, after hearing Solomon speak, she was beginning to use her brain a little bit.


In the event that they did somehow get caught, Keagan and Stanley wouldn't be ideal combat partners. Of course the goal was to not get caught, but it couldn't hurt to have a fail safe right? This was an important mission, it would renew her standing with the gang if everything went well. And something else occurred to her. Prisoners are typically kept in metal chains, right? "F-Fine, you big baby, you can come too!" Cielo gave in and began to storm past both of them and out of study hall. "But it's gonna take us longer if we have to get you changed too so lets go already! We're burnin' daylight!"


@RubyRose @Leaf Fi


Glasper


Location: Black Cobra High, wandering about


Kickin' It With: Suzumaki & Steph

Glasper looked down at his shoes as Suzumaki tried to do the...thing that they were doing with his mom earlier. Steph wasn't there for that so she was probably completely confused, but Glasper being as passive as he is didn't want to explain. Luckily though, it seemed like Steph caught on. Poor Suzumaki was victim to the taller girl's teasing once more, but Glasper couldn't help but see it as affectionate and all in good fun. However, he could understand that Suzumaki might see things differently seeing as she was the target. Still, he felt a little less guilty when Suz gave in.


"E-Evey's coming!" he chirped a little too eagerly, before adding, "A-And obviously Lizzy. And maybe you. I don't think anyone else knows about it yet. Maybe you can spread the word?" Glasper shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor again. "A-Although...it may not be the best idea to bring too many people into East Side for sushi. We might get too rowdy and if the Dragons are around..." Glasper sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. "I-I'd rather we not get into a fight...again..."


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Asad


Location: 7/11 Convenient Store, near Red Spectre High


Kickin' It With: Jurriaan & Jason

So this is the worst day ever. Asad groaned loudly and incredulously while Jurriaan explained that he couldn't let go. In a way, Asad thought the power was really lame, especially since if he were actually Jurriaan's enemy in this situation, he could kill the guy. But another part of him was jealous that this weird...foreign kid (Asad can't place the language or accent) had a power similar to Spiderman's. Asad loved his Chi, he thought it was badass but...wouldn't it be so cool to crawl on walls and stuff? Still, he wasn't ready to put his blades away just yet. "Kneel?! Why?! Wh-Why don't you just stop using it!?" Asad sputtered angrily and unreasonably, still pressing the blades against the kid's back.


"Asad, put those shits away," he heard Jason's voice closer this time. Asad hesitantly and reluctantly withdrew, and the red blades disappeared. He knelt down, feeling humiliated and pissed off at the world. "Get him off me bro," he groaned with a rebellious tone full of angst, yet shaky and unsure due to the fact that he was completely at the mercy of Jason and this foreign sticky kid.


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Vladimir


Location: In front of The Survivor


Kickin' It With: Keimi, Hayley & Leon

Vladimir waited with an expectant smile for the incoming glomp, making sure to hold tight to the fishy's bag to make sure it wouldn't drop. He laughed heartily at Keimi's vocal shifts, one couldn't ask for a better reaction when giving someone a gift. He wrapped his arms around her and cooed, "D'aaawwwwww I love you too sweetheart." He pulled away and handed the fish bag to Keimi. "You promise to be taking very good care of him, yes?" he asked in a pseudo stern tone as he opened the trunk of the car to reveal a small fish tank, which held some gravel, some fish food, and a treasure box toy. He handed the tank to Keimi as well and gathered as much of the food as he could hold, which was all of the bags but none of the drinks. "Dude I'm totally gonna have to make two trips, brah," Vlad spoke like a surfer without a single remnant of his Russian accent. "B-R-B brah,"


And with that, Vlad dashed into the building. You could see him stop at corners and stairs to turn himself, like a pinball bouncing off of walls before he reached Leon and Hayley. Just as he thought, the guy was no longer a fish, but he was surprised to see Hayley around. "Ahhh, I see you are beating me to the punch weeth feeding our honored guest?" Vlad asked as he set the surplus bags of fast food down. Once he did he wrapped an arm around Hayley and pulled her into a soft side hug before standing in front of Leon with his fists on his hips. "You were cuter as feesh!" he exclaimed with a proud smile.


@Danoram @BlueInPassing

 

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Olivia


Location: Baseball Bleachers


In an unfortunate conversation with: Spade, Emilia, Jeddidia

"Ah, greetings Shakespearian beauty."


Oh, how Olivia groaned on the inside as he opened his arms. Like an immature child she rolled her eyes, repeating the words internally in a dramatic and dorky voice as she walked up to the bleachers. The nice girl act wasn't going to remain for long, and the green haired prick of a man was all to blame for that. Her eyes flickered over his way as he continued his sentence, and she nodded once in agreement. "Mhm! We really don't mind." Olivia added with a smile, taking a step backwards as if to prove her point. 'Please tell us to fuck off, please tell us to fuck off...'


"I see how it is, guys. You have greetings for Emelia, but not your favorite golden eyed Tiger." Oh for fucks sake...


Resisting the urge to throw a tantrum and slam Spade's, Emelia's and Jeddidia's head against the wooden (please say they're wooden im just a poor irish girl who has never actually seen bleachers in her entire life) seats, she instead chose to release a soft laugh, taking this as opportunity to show that Warren she could spring right back up after his shutdown, and who better to go after than the 'lonely' golden eyed tiger himself? At least, that was her first target until she found a certain Shakespearian staring right at her. In fact, it took her a little off guard. Was she more into girls or something? Or perhaps Jed was forcing her to stay so close to him? Olivia couldn't quite tell, but she did know her confidence had raised once again.


Once their eyes locked and Emelia could probably tell she had been busted in her study of the pink haired woman, instead of hiding her gaze and acting embarrassed, she took the opportunity to offer the girl a charming closed eye smile, her hands resting behind her back. The white haired individual seemed more of a shy type, after all, so Olivia would have to twist her flirty behaviour to suit her best. Her mind was now running with countless possibilities and ways to seduce either- or both- people, and of course, she choose her time to strike right after Jed finished his little speech and flashed a smile with so much teeth showing that a shark would be jealous. Playfully, Olivia plopped herself right beside Emelia, crossing her legs elegantly. "Oh Jed, it look like you're getting enough love as it is!" She chirped playfully, flashing a pearly smile of her own. "Four is simply too large! Although, I suppose three... Three isn't so bad. Wouldn't you agree, Em-e-li-a?" Olivia sang with a suggestive but tasteful wink, tone as sweet as honeysuckle as she rested her chin on her palm, elbow resting against her knee. As pleasant as she was on the outside, inside she was cheering and flipping the bird at poor ol' Spade. Her hop back probably looked pathetic as pathetic as could be, but hey, she was pissed off and was not going to forgive him for another few hours. Then? She'd probably give him the bait again and see what happens. It was a repeating story, but it was something she wanted to have an ending to. Anyone, and I mean anyone, she sets her eyes on has to be hers at least once. It was her spoilt little rich girl mentality, and it definitely wasn't going to leave anytime soon.


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Jurriaan

Location: 7/11 Convenience Store


Flirting with: Asad, Jason

Yup. Never, ever, EVER ask an angry person to calm down. When Asad refused to move the blades from his back, Jurriaan began to howl once more, begging for forgiveness from the God above and to this villain in broken English, Dutch and in the brand new language called Sobbing Nonsense. Today was the day he would die, and it was all because he stuck to a helmet. How embarrassing...

Thankfully, an angel in the form of Jason appeared before the blond male, and if he hadn't been crying before, the blond would have definitely broken down there and then. The leader commanded Asad to 'put those shits away' and after a second or so, the sharp blades were removed from his back! Oh, now he could finally breathe again without worrying blood would draw. Still... As the man knelt down, Jurriaan couldn't help but still feel anxious as the crowd outside seemed to inflate... What if, even after this, he still couldn't get off...? Would he be stuck to this helmet forever...?! What if he needed to pee?! Or worse!? The thought made him just want to cry all over again, but as soon as he began to freak out, a soft voice began to whisper in his ear. "Calm down. Look at me." Sheepishly, Jurriaan did just that, guiding his blue orbs towards Jason with a gulp. "Breathe slowly and release your chi." Okay... Right. He could do this. He nodded, exhaling deeply before shutting his eyes, blocking out the world around him. The blond just focused on his breathing and relaxing his body and after a minute or so, he could find himself sloooooowly losing grip. At that moment his whole expression brightened and he grinned widely, eyes shining. "I-it's working! It's really working!" He announced proudly, able now to raise his entire left hand side of his body. "I'm-"

THUD

Jurriaan suddenly crashed to the ground on his side. Shocked and sore, he blinked before wincing, rolling onto his back. "Ow..." Rubbing his aching back, now probably bright red and slightly bruised from being thrown around, he paused for a second before realising he was free. It hit him like a truck, and swiftly he began grinning again. "I'm free! Free! Ahahahah!" Rolling onto his stomach in glee, he crawled his way over to Jason, laughing joyously before leaning up and hugging his waist. "*Dank je, dank je, dank je!" Happily rubbing his cheek against Jason's leg, he clung to the other for a grand total of five seconds before shifting his attention to Asad. It would be far too soon for a hug right now... He'd probably get a slap with one of his blades if he did that... Instead, he picked up one of the lollipops that had fallen during their... Adventure... And placed it in his hand. "Sorry about that... You looked cold so I thought... You could use me... Erm... As a... A Blanket...?" Jurriaan faltered with an embarrassed tint to his cheeks, shaking his head. Goddammit, wrong time, wrong time! "Uh, yeah... Uhm... Enjoy the lollipop?" Knowing Jason was probably going to give them the yelling of their lives, the blond held up one finger to tell him to wait a sec before stumbling towards the store clerk, apologising and handing them a note for the lollipop. His shoulders then dropped as he sighed, then perked up as he glanced outside. "O-oh! Sorry, my mom is calling! Bye!" And with that, Jurriaan legged it down the road as fast as his little legs could carry him, his heart pumping and expression absolutely terrified. Oh he was screwed. So royally screwed. Jason was going to have his ass on a plate for running away, but it didn't stop him in the slightest. This rebel was going strong! And this rebel was going to punch Jason in the face if he complained!

... Okay, maybe not... But hey, he can dream.

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Suzumaki "Skeleton Jack" Arakai

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Location: (BCHS) Standing in the halls | Interacting/Mentioned: Glasper & Stephanie

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"Aww, you changed your mind, Suzy! You sweet lil' thing you!" This had Suzumaki sporting a confident grin with both of her hands propped behind her head. She shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes, "Meh~ It's whatever-...?" Then, she all of a sudden appeared disgusted. "W-What!? Little!?" Suzumaki jut her finger out at Steph and took a few steps back, "I'm big and spicy, you butthole!" She declared while stepping forward once again and rolling up the sleeves of her white Adidas hoodie that continue to fall down over and over, "This red doesn't stand for strawberry, Steph! I'm a woman! It prepresents all of the people I've... guuuhweufhad... aguu..."


"Wook at you! All mature! D'awww, I could just kiss you!" How insulting. Suzumaki's cheeks flushed a deep red as she attempted to pull away from the taller girl. Damn it, everything was fine when it was just her and Glasper. Suzumaki was ready to just walk away from the two and go find someone else to talk with. When she was finally let go, she rubbed at her cheeks and pursed lips, glaring over at Steph to listen as she spoke. "You're only allowed to come 'cause one less person means one less present, stupid!"


"I-I'd rather we not get into a fight...again..." Glasper stated, forcing one of Suzumaki's eyebrows up and the other one down. What does he mean he'd rather not get into a fight again?! Last night was all fun and games, as far as she's heard. Glasper, you filth, you better not be hoarding all of the fun. If there's anything Suzumaki would enjoy more than presents, ramen, sushi, and sake on her birthday... Well, if there's anything she would enjoy equal to those things, it's a good brawl! The small girl blew up at her bangs and shook her head around, trying to fight the hair from her face, then she stepped forward to lock arms with Stephanie, "Fights are what we're all about, Glasper. What kind of gangie doesn't enjoy a good fight, haah?" Flipping the emo the bird, Suzumaki rolled her eyes into the back of her head and bumped hips with Steph before letting out a loud laugh. She stepped around and hopped up onto the taller girl's back to begin fist pumping, "It's. What. We're. All. Ah. Bouuuuut~!" She expected Stephanie to cheer along with her, thinking that she enjoys tearing shit up just as much as herself.


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[NyxNightmare]

■ Organization: White Tigers ■ Rank: Member ■

Pfft. Jeddedia's teasing comment about the wind caused Warren to let out a short chuckle. Watching him place his arms around Emelia sparked some hope into his soul. Perhaps the fire wouldn't have to die after all. However, his hopes were quickly squandered as that all too sweet voice rang out clear and full of discreet mischeivous intent. Well, where as it wouldn't be so obvious to anyone else. In a few moments too quick, Warren was excluded with her attack. He couldn't tell if her target was his misery, earning Jeddedia's attention, earning Emelia's affection. or all of the above. He decided on the final option. Trying his best to ignore her comment about the trio, the charming man laughed rather casually.


"My apologies golden one. Your presence is the precious time blessed upon the white rabbit of wonderland."


(Sorry, You are truly the most revered)


Warren would not hesitate in stroking this man's ego, as it was well deserved.


"I heard a jiggly puff sang a sweet melody last night to end the fight. Any plans of revenge?"





Warren was referring to the Cobra's second in command he heard about that released a smoke that sent most people into a slumber. He had found it very interesting that the Cobras possessed such a defensive technique. If there was one, there were others. Cobras and their trickster personalities, none of them could be trusted. With a precision look into Olivia's eyes he spoke musically,


"Fame is a fickle food on a shifting plate. As Emily Dickinson would say it."


(Your win shall be short lived)


Shifting his own smile into a grin, he backed up.


"Alas the fate of this fox's grumbles are true, four is simply too much. I must be off to tend to another lost sheep of mine. Enjoy your Ménage à trois~"


He blew them a kiss, as he began walking back down the bleachers humming moonlight sonata (1st movement) by Beethoven. If anyone, at least Emelia should get the reference, being as she was a classic and proper woman, well educated in such culture. Often during their critical conversations about poetry would peg them as a couple, though it couldn't be further from the truth. It wasn't that he couldn't be interested in her, but more so Warren was not a man to disrupt the fate of passion, and he knew she had an eye on the sadistic Jeddedia. As for him, he had an eye on passion itself, taking pleasure in watching love flourish. However, there was more to this than Emelia might know, this was not a love line, but a love triangle! And he must be off now to find the other! The man didn't particularly want to leave, but seeing as Olivia had wanted to leave so badly, and she was so generous to create a perfect outing for Warren le Spade, how could he refuse? Another jab at her, oh how he would relish in the ruffling of her feathers!

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Felicita

Location: WTHS


Interacting with: Chikage
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She didn't realize that the poor guy wasn't listening to her, still being wrapped around her finger. Her past was quite uneventful, to be quite honest. Like most of the kids in this school, she was rich, but nothing seemed to attract people to her. Felicita was reserved and cold to the point where no one could quite get a hold of her emotions. A brainiac with a penchant for strategy, it seemed to be only Chikage she was close to, or able to be close to. Her family was typical, every parent in a White Tiger family seemed to be neglectful or too job oriented to see their kids very often. That, or they were rather harsh and had high expectations. Fel was no exception, it was just that she tended to go beyond expectation while shoving the same ones aside.


When Chikage asked what she could possibly have left at his house, she attempted to pull her best neutral face. Normally this would be easy for her, but not around the leader... "Well, I knew you had torn some of your fedoras and shirts so... I bought some and dropped them off. Nothing, ahem, special. Just... designer." Felicita scoffed. Several pairs of designer clothing? Hey, even nerds have fashion sense. "You don't need to go now, but, I had simply wanted you to know that. I couldn't simply go to a cashier and give away the address to the Den. That's just ridiculous." Changing the subject, she decided to go with it and discuss the Dragons.


"Well... go ahead. I don't see why you shouldn't. The more trust we gain... the better, let's just hope it isn't too late." Fel hesitantly stepped back as their own leader offered her a... hug? Sighing, as this occasion happened at least a hundred times they left each other's vicinity for even a second. She hugged back, blushing ever so slightly. As he left, Fel sat back and made her next game plan. Her mind whirred over what to do. Many things had concerned her about this meeting. Their last encounter hadn't went smoothly, and Emerald couldn't possibly look at Chikage with a positive deposition... There was that fierce looking second in command similar to a large dog, loyal and prone to attacking anyone that dared cross her. There wasn't any way she would let them hurt her leader as he was trying to come into peaceful terms.


Felicita shivered. Her gut feeling seemed to scream in alarm. This wasn't going to be good... but how could she prepare? She didn't doubt the Dragon's trustworthiness much, but what of the South and West sides? They could use the extra manpower, though Felicita couldn't rely on honourable reputation alone. That student that was captured by the Spectres, what if the Tigers retrieved the boy? That could certainly help gain their trust. In fact, Felicita did know who to ring up in order to get that job done... In fact, she could probably call up several people.


The redhead ran up beside him suddenly. "We need to rescue that student from the Spectres in order to gain their trust..." She said, suddenly. Whenever the girl had an idea, not telling so was the biggest problem of all. Pulling him close, her wide green eyes pierced into his own to get his attention. "I think the only way to do that is by infiltrating the base... It seems risky, but that was the first thing that came into my head." Felicita said. It was a bit overwhelming for her leader, she knew, but it was worth a try, right?


@Danoram @ creating drama between the spectres, tigers and dragons xD

MayMarie

Location: The Den


Interacting with: Gigi
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MayMarie always needed a minute to cool down after yet another bad tantrum. It was almost like she herself needed to take a break from her own bitchiness. Gigi seemed to take advantage of this however, backing her into a corner. Of her own room. Who did this bitch think she is? MayMarie thought, furious. Still, her weapons were gone as she had dropped her purse (which costed about thousands of dollars, mind you) containing all of her weapons and the new stack of photos from her phone that have yet to be printed and put into another box. Skank. Still, she didn't fight Gigi's arm trapping her like some poor guy getting jumped in an alleyway.


Gigi was right. Sure, the photographer was difficult to deal with but she did work well with her. No one would even put up with her that long if they were equals. Whenever someone did defy her, it left someone like MayMarie taken aback. With widening blue eyes at the threat of a spank, she sighed. "Okay, bitch. I'll play your game, but I'm not your little girl. You must be into some weird shit if you're willing to stoop that low." May scoffed, pretending that Gigi's little tyrant didn't completely dig into her proud ego.


MayMarie glared at her like a wounded animal and stored her precious family photos, kicking them to the corner. "Just... stay away from those, okay?" Next, she got her golden phone case and started opening her photo gallery. Scrolling a couple of pics in her "Ninjas" album, she went to a photo of Audence, the blonde the two had encountered during the New Year. It was a blurry, out of focus image that she took before talking to him as Tiffany. Still, his face and part of his body could be seen and clearly recognized. "You know how I can travel or replay memories through photos?" Her voice turned serious, almost 80% of her brash traits had faded away.


"We can either travel to La Lune and gather what was left of the evidence, access the memory of the fight, or travel where he is. That's a reckless bitch option, depending on where he is, and assuming he's not wearing a costume of some sort." The busty blonde rolled her eyes at the last option. "He's probably doing some crack in a classroom or whatever those tapeworms do for fun." Taking a sketched image of the Den from her walls, she shoved it into her jacket pocket in case they needed some fast travel. "Depending on whether or not I have enough energy and the distance between my room and the crackwhores. Besides, your ass is probably so heavy and disgusting, my chi won't even want to support you anyway~"


Like the shallow Northerner she is, MayMarie excused herself and walked over to her vanity, complete with her own sink and mountains of expensive makeup products in a corner. Washing her face and quickly wiping away all of her Sharpie-induced imperfections, May decided to save some time by doing some light touch ups. About fucking time. "Ready to go?" Looking Gigi up and down, she decided to attempt on insulting her one more time. "Before we do anything, your top doesn't match your skin tone. In fact, I've seen better fashion sense in Ronald fucking McDonald. You make my Sharpie dick look like the next trend on Elle compared to your stank ass~" Ohmygod, someone put her down, she needs to stop.


@SirBlazeALot @ creating more drama between the south and north

Isaac

Location: BDHS


Interacting with: Brooklyn
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Oh dear... what to do? He wasn't aware of the whole wearing shoes when you work out, but that was how Isaac preferred to work out. Since his use of martial arts was mostly indoors, shoes weren't something he necessarily needed, especially not when conditioning. However, outside, the second in command was wearing shoes due to added endurance. Even if he was already considered stronger than most, having more added comfort helped immensely. He didn't want to get out of a battle with cuts and scrapes all over the foot he meant to use to send people to the hospital.


Brooklyn has to be kidding. Who just gets tired from going up a flight of stairs? "Brooklyn... that's just ridiculous. Not the whole shoe topic, but climbing up a flight of stairs is one of the earliest forms of exercise one gets as a child, regardless of how little." Isaac face palmed. How did she even pass initiation? Sure, having a powerful chi was beneficial, but physical hits and exercise would be reliable in a fight no matter what situation you're placed in. From blocking to attacking to dodging and being agile, physical capacity was important.


Isaac's younger self looked back at him back again as he sighed. Those wide scarlet eyes burned through his past. Maybe the incident in the South would have been prevented if he had received better training. No... that was a ridiculous way of thinking, but maybe it isn't for Brooklyn. Why today to decide on training her? What did young Isaac do back in his weaker days? He thought. Nothing too heavy for sure, but kids did have more energy than adults had in some ways. "Have you attempted a jumping jack? Perhaps 50 of them?" He asked. Jumping jacks were too easy and did little to improve his physique, but they did help for cardio on his sore days of overextending his body. It was contradictory, really, overextending your body just to exercise again the next day. Maybe if the dojo had enough floors, he would ask Brooklyn to climb up 20 flights of stairs and back down.


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Evey

Location: BCHS


Interacting with: Glasper, Lizzy
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Evey felt reassured by Lizzy's answer. Glasper was always there for everyone, not just her. Gangsters that were and have it much worse than herself. "Emo Jesus? I guess that's a good way to put it." The blonde flushed as she wrapped her arms around herself. The girl laid her head on Lizzy's shoulder. Even with her many personas, she still knew how to get her out of her funk. Not that it was very hard to get her out of it anyways. As much as Evey got bummed, she always got back up after. Hell, she cries every battle despite sending gangsters to hospitals. Another message alert vibrated on her phone. Was that a yes? Evey thought immediately.


The message was casual again. They were to go cake shopping alone... I mean, it was just cake. Evey thought that it would lighten the mood if she made a light hearted joke, not knowing how much anxiety it would give the poor boy later. The girl was a bit short on cash, but nothing couldn't be achieved with a little wink and flirting with the owner of the shop. It had worked with other Cobra girls like Dale whenever Evey asked for candy and a bottle of sparkling vodka during girl's nights. Evey smiled, even if a bit quieter than usual. "Make sure to get sake, bitch~" The petite scarlet eyed girl winked at her friend. "Careful, cowgirl... we're going to East Shima for sushi." She winked. "Not that we can't get cake here or go shopping, though!" Giggling like a mischievous schoolgirl, a bright idea came into the back of her mind. "Lanna... I'm a bit short on cash, and I think I still want a reasonable amount left for other forms of partying, ya feel? Outfits and weed add up for a gal like me! So... mind if I borrow your Catwoman suit to get some discounts? The boys will go crazy~" Evey asked cheerfully.

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heyyy, what's up? :3 wanna meet @ funworld after school?

them

hi :3 actually around dinner time i'm planning on taking suz out for sushi for her birthday. do you wanna go cake shopping with me? i was going to ask lizzy to get drinks and stuff for a kickback tonight too

me

i'm cool with cake <3 i think lizzy's cool w/drinks~

them

ok! i will meet you after school then. tell lizzy to get lots of sake

me

deal, it's a date ;) . jk jk i'll b there, bit short on cash tho

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Remiel

Location: BCHS parking lot


Interacting with: Audence and Vaughn

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Outsmoke Vaughn? "Now, that's funny." Remy smiled like a big dork and laughed. That would just be ridiculous. It soon appeared to be all fun and games until Audence opened up his negativity that Remy and the other gang members knew him for. Personally, the blind boy was the opposite, all about seeing the positive in people. "That's not very nice..." The leader was chilled out from the weed as well as that was how he always was. "Steph brings the party into the gang, and so do all of those girls you mentioned like Dale or Suzu~ Evey is friends with all those girls you hate because her nickname is literally derivative of how positive she is. Now as for me... those Fritos are amazing, Jesus, dude."


He pretended to be disgusted by his arrogant display of chip consumption, the leader took the bag right from his hands and ate a handful like a savage. Grabbing a random handkerchief he had in his pocket, he got out his worn out violin case. Playing the right, methodically rehearsed notes, Remy couldn't help but flinch. "Holy shit... this is amazing! I need to do this more often... Speaking of doing this more often, I think the rest of the Cobras would enjoy this peach delight. Anyone up for texting them and see what everyone is up to?" He played inside the door, coughing just a little from the peachy smoke.


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Cato

Location: RSHS on a picnic bench


Interacting with: Archie, Sean and Russ

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Sean was someone who had qualities of Cato wanting to protect him. He reminded him of his little brother Julius with the big bright eyes and excitement even after witnessing the fallen in the tsunami not too long ago. "Yeah? Training and eating lots go a long way." Cato smiled, helping the other two boys finish off their sushi. Despite what most people thought, he wasn't much of a jock type if you really get down to it. Well, he was to a certain extent, but on the inside was a mushy, protective older brother type that listened to romantic songs by himself. Not that he wasn't above kicking some ass. He was called "Optimus Prime" for a reason.


As Russ kept talking, his "what the fuck get him away from Jason" alarm rang. Something about a fish and the Blue Dragons coming. This was about Leon. From what the boy could conclude, Leon getting captured could only trigger the Dragons coming after them. Cato and Archie were there, after all. But for him to reference a fish and immediately change the subject was suspicious. Cato shot Archie the subtlest of looks in order to interrogate and maybe intimidate this guy. However, this was his least favourite type of situation, which was having to be subtle and not punch first, ask questions later. Sean begun to speak up about urgent news, giving the jock an idea so that the suspicious "member" wouldn't report back on Jason's whereabouts or anything weird.


"No, we don't know where the boss is. Urgent news like the Dragons coming seems like something the second in command deserves to know, right?" He stretched his arms out, mocking his use of the word boss. "You know, my friend here seems pretty eager to report to the boss. How about you tell us and we get back to you, win-win for both us and you. I mean, you won't have to spend any effort and Sean over here can spread the news." Hearing Archie give his own suggestion, he decided to alter his own a little bit. "Actually, nah. My Aussie friend is right. Maybe all of us can be here as you guys talk it out. What was it, Trevor? I can text him if you like."


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[RubyRose]

Oliver aka Onyx - Leaving Black Cobra High - With Iris on a mission

Oliver wasn't really used to being manhandled.. the fist in his shirt suddenly tugging him into a nearby alley was not appreciated and the boy automatically dug his heels in but he wasn't a match in strength for the second in command. Especially with him being sick. The act of rebellion had him coughing and he tried to muffle the sound in his shirt, ducking his face inside of the collar as another wave hit him and he felt like he was trying to choke out a lung for the second time in an hour. He hadn't even noticed that Iris had released his shirt at the time until she spoke and he noticed that she was no longer dragging him anywhere.


"Right." Oliver choked out with a nod, rubbing at his watery eyes and trying to look like he was perfectly fine. Which he was except for being sick. Oliver watched and followed behind Iris as she began to move towards the alleyway, and then a weight was colliding with him and he was falling to the ground, hands trying to catch him and scraping against the road in the process. For awhile he just lay there, stunned, unsure of who was on him until the scent that was so obviously Iris (because Oliver recognized her smell, that's not creepy at all) settled on his tongue (he's sick, he probably can't actually smell anything. But you can taste smells in a sense) and he suddenly became very, very aware of the awkward position they were in. Though her back was to his front, he had known couples who had sat in such a way, her head resting on his chest, her body settled on his. It made his face turn painfully, horribly red and once she was off of him stammering an apology he was clinging to a nearby wall, small amount of chi expended to be safely away from Iris.


When she regained her composure, she pointed out a red haired male that happened to be walking by at the right time. "Oh." Oliver said, slowly climbing down from the wall much like a cat does after having clung to the ceiling. Every move was cautious and unsure and his eyes were shifty. And then he coughed once more and had to hide his face in his shirt, awkwardness forgotten for a moment.


Oliver really wanted to ask 'What Now?' but he was beginning to feel like his questions were just annoying Iris. So he stood behind her, trying to breathe and focus on not coughing again, and waited for her instructions on what to do next. He did keep an eye on the man they were supposed to be... following? Attacking? Talking to? as he walked into the store and even more commotion ensued. He wondered what kind of party they were having in there... The loss of his phone hadn't even registered to Oliver. He hadn't caught the noise, and hadn't seen Iris' phone get crushed yet either... though he had seen a damaged phone on the sidewalk.


@NyxNightmare @BlueInPassing


Jasper aka Noose - White Tiger High - Cafeteria with Tara, Chikage, Felicita

The look Tara gave Jasper's arm had him wondering multiple things, but two main thoughts sprang to mind. First of all: Does she think my arm is going to reach out and bite her? And Second of all: Don't all Tigers know proper manners? He continued to hold it out there, waiting for her to remember etiquette and wrap her arm around his in the proper manner, the way a lady should. He did note how pink her cheeks had turned and sighed as she made a very girly motion of swatting the air as if flies were buzzing about her head.


When Tara finally did take it, Jasper placed a hand over her's, giving her a 'that took you long enough look', and then, unable to help himself thanks to Tara's hair touching response, moved to make sure his hair fell down his back instead of over his shoulders with his free hand, giving it a gentle twist to get it to stay and then also tucking some of it behind his ear. "I think that the Cafeteria would be the most logical place to look first. The chance we'd time it right to catch either Chikage or Felicita in the bathroom is small, and it's a bit too chilly for those who are intelligent to spend too terribly much time outside." Jasper replied and then began heading for the Cafeteria, thinking that that was more then likely where he would find at least on of the higher gang members if not both. At the same time he wondered just where Del had wandered off to... but put it from his mind. They could certainly text Del the results of the fight, just as the boy had said.


Slipping through crowds of chatting students, not pulling Tara but making sure they both set a brisk pace, Jasper was obvious about making sure he didn't walk through conversations and would politely ask either someone to move or point out that they were taking up the whole hallway with their conversation having one person on both sides, and would make one student move to one side of the hall or the other so the stream of conversation didn't block the blonde's path. Flipping his long hair behind him when some of it dared fall over his shoulder, he continued his way and was glad to catch familiar red hair of two shades and different lengths just where Jasper had suspected they would be. Striding up to them, he stood to the side and waited for acknowledgement. It was rude to interrupt a superior's conversation, as his father had taught him, and Jasper absolute abhorred being disrespectful. He was only mildly aware of Tara, knowing that he still had her hand on his arm, his own clasped over her's. At the moment she was nothing more then an extra person there though, another witness but the main stars on Jasper's stage was Felicita and Chikage.


@Danoram


Jeddidia aka NightShade 'Shade'- White Tiger High - Baseball Bleachers with Emelia, Olivia

While Jed played his game with Emelia, part of him wondered where Harley could be at the moment, thoughts triggered that way because his favorite game was with Harley. And which gender they currently were. Not that it made a terribly large difference to Jed. He... well he wouldn't say liked Harley, so much as found his presence more enjoyable then most people. Last night before the fight happened at La Lune, he had actually been considering texting them and asking if they wanted to hang out during the celebration. However, then the world had just crumbled around him and he hadn't got the chance. Which left him to wonder who's bed Harley had woken up in this morning... He had tuned out through a fair part of the conversation thanks to his thoughts, especially when they flipped to wondering what Gigi was currently up to. Then he remembered that he had a game to play with Emelia, and forced himself to focus back in. He looked up in time to see Spades leaving, wondering if Olivia or Emelia had scared him off, and then glanced over at Olivia who was giving Emelia a rather meaningful look.


"Any particular reason you're making eyes at Emelia?" Jed inquired. "You do realize she's mine at the moment, and that I don't share?" He pressed. Now that Spade was gone, Jed's patience about having others around while he messed with Emelia was waning. Especially because Jed had a think about even numbers (and when writing his name short style, will write it Jedd). Especially since it was Olivia. Not that there was anything particularly terrible about her. But Jed really didn't like the shade of pink her hair was. Or how very large her eyes were. Or some of the things she said. Okay, Jed just didn't like her much. He had liked Space being around because the man seemed to antagonize Olivia, and said such weird things that Jed enjoyed attempting to figure out. But with just himself and two women, one who wasn't much fun to play with, Jed became a little more obvious in wanting Olivia to leave.


Turning to Emelia, making an obvious show to ignore Olivia if she was still around, Jed's golden eyes flashed with amusement at her lost look. "So, calling those two over makes me feel like you don't want to be alone with me. What's wrong Emmie?" He said, purposely mimicking the nickname he had heard Eliza use. "Don't trust me?" He arched a brow and gave the pale haired woman a rueful smirk.


@Danoram @Leaf Fi @NyxNightmare








Keagan aka Oogie Boogie 'Oogie' - Leaving Blue Dragon High - Off to Save Leon with Cielo and Solomon

Keagan was beginning to feel... well a little hurt, he supposed. His pride was certainly wounded. With his bug scouts he could easily figure out an area and make sure they didn't get caught. As long as there were bugs around, he and Cielo would be fine. Solomon was making him feel like he was incompetent or weak and he felt very much like an ant squished under foot with a particularly cruel wrenching motion. Keagan had attempted to explain, and ended up looking to Stanley as if the beetle would suddenly have all the answers. Though he was beautiful, he answered nothing for Keagan and the boy sighed, shoulder's drooping a little, unhelped by the anger in the room which he sensed keenly thanks to Stanley who was broadcasting his discomfort at the negatively charged room.


When Solomon gave in and gave them the opening to do whatever they wanted, Keagan felt both upset at having obviously upset the giant man and glad to be free of him. And the Cielo drug him right back in. Keagan shot her a look of surprise, face then scrunching into confusion, before sighing and keeping any comments to himself. Glancing over at Solomon for a brief moment, Keagan hurried to follow after Cielo, Stanley clinging to his shoulder at the sudden burst of speed.


"S-So, um..." Keagan said, glancing back over his shoulder then at Cielo as they moved through the halls at a brisk pace. "Right now the plan is: Change colors, send a bug scout to find Leon, find his location and attack with the big guy?" Keagan whispered uncertainly, realizing if there was to be a fight he was rather ill equipped to really be someone of equal strength to Cielo. Keagan supposed at the back of his mind he'd been expecting Cielo to do most of the actual fighting if there was going to be any.

Spoiler: Stanley the Iridescent Beetle -I just... Stanley is gorgeous so I'm gonna keep this here til Stanley isn't hanging around Keagan [/COLOR

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@SirBlazeALot @Leaf Fi


Lyre aka Genie - Blue Dragon High - Off to get Flowers with Nixon & Diana

Lyre listened as Nixon retold the story, amused by the details he remembered despite his already saying he didn't have a good memory. Lyre hadn't remembered what kind of flower it had been, or even where the flowers had been picked except that all three sisters had disappeared in around the same place. When Nixon got caught up in not remembering a detail, Lyre bit back a soft laugh. The happiness collapsed in surprise like a burst bubble at Diana's seemingly harsh comment, though Lyre realized it was taken to be harsher then meant when the woman laughed nervously.


"I think that she at least reached for the flower but I don't know if she picked it." Lyre offered, head tilting. She decided to continue the story, patting Nixon's shoulder at his sound of frustration, pulling him into a half hug with her arm around his waist while she started up the story. "So after reaching for the flower, and possibly picking it, the first sister vanished." Lyre said, attempting to make the words flow in a pretty, lilting fashion. "The second sister... I don't remember if she was looking for the first, or merely out on the road, but also saw a very pretty flower of a different type then the first, and reached out to pick it. And also disappeared. The third and final sister was looking for the other two sisters when she saw a third beautiful flower and she too, disappeared." Lyre explained to Diana. "Alright Nixon, now that the flower picking question is out of the way, if you can take it from here..." Lyre suggested with a small smile.


Despite being colorblind, the world really was still a beautiful place. Lyre really only ever ran into trouble when she was needed to differentiate certain colors. Or just figure out colors in general. Her world was of pinks, magentas, and greyish blues as well as black, white, and shades of grey. It left things like green, purple, deep red and gold and other colors much to her imagination. Yet she didn't mind seeing the world oddly; at least she got to see some color. Though it was rare, she knew that there were color blinds out there who couldn't see any color at all.

Spoiler

Ordinary Vision: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/pigment.jpg.8d0e9938b4f9c9358a54128e0efef59c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="140389" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/pigment.jpg.8d0e9938b4f9c9358a54128e0efef59c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/veggies.jpg.e5cf887e2f053dac9bb32623ded83239.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="140391" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/veggies.jpg.e5cf887e2f053dac9bb32623ded83239.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


What Lyre sees :<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/pigment_t.jpg.89bd28aed1d3fe1dd60085a9ce629d49.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="140390" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/pigment_t.jpg.89bd28aed1d3fe1dd60085a9ce629d49.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/veggies_t.jpg.5888c000fccb303b1612cbc12d2ae57f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="140392" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/veggies_t.jpg.5888c000fccb303b1612cbc12d2ae57f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


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Sean aka Arena - Red Spectre High - Hangin' with Cato, Archie, and 'Travis/Trevor'

Sean noticed the minor differences in Archie and Cato with how they were treating this person they didn't know, and though he continued to act bubbly and overall happy he wondered what it was they had spotted that made them cautious of this newcomer. Sean had been in the gang for a shortwhile but there was still a lot he didn't know, quite he bit he still had to learn. He was sure he could, though, and he was going to do his absolute best. He glanced over at Archie when he said that there was a new member he was supposed to be telling people about and made an 'Oh' face. So perhaps Cato's response was wrong?


"Really Cato?" Sean said, eyes shining with excitement. The thought of being tasked with something so very important had him absolutely a flutter on the inside as if he had swallowed a jar full of living fireflies. The idea of being useful to the gang had Sean bouncing around even more in excitement.


"Oh..." Sean said when the decision was changed but the gloom of a job taken from him actually lifted his spirits more since bad moments weren't really bad in Sean's eyes. "Yeah! Then we can all help with this urgent news, right? We'll all be awesome together!" Sean said, beginning to pack up the dishes that Cato and Archie had been so wonderful as to help him empty.


@Danoram @theglassangel @BlueInPassing


((Eliza's practicin' her trumpet, Donni's chillin' on the Bleachers, Umm is in the cafeteria, Melony is people watching, Peyton is stalking Iris, Russ, and Oliver, and Dale is still at home sleeping off the bad evening))