Main Thread [NG]

[hosaki]

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


Interacting With: Audence and Oliver 

 The tension of the situation dissipated entirely: Russ's eyes widened as Oliver conveniently turned mid-sneeze and sprayed all of that nice spider web gook onto the waitress's shoe. For a moment, he could only stare blankly, but the full impact of the situation soon hit him and he felt his gut knot in dread. Shit, how was she going to react? Demand money for dry cleaning? Sue for emotional distress? Still, he couldn't say that the current scenario wasn't funny. And there was a certain satisfaction in seeing someone else suffering the same way he had when Dahlia had thrown up all over his shoes; if he had been an observer rather than the victim last night, he would have doubtlessly laughed his ass off at his own plight. Russ snickered, looking to Oliver for some sign. Was it okay to laugh? Oliver had seemed a little sensitive about his uncontrollable sneezing. Instead, the younger boy blinked as if he had done no wrong. 


"Sorry."


That apology was the finishing blow. He had done it on purpose, the brilliant guy.


"Pft... Ha!" No longer able to hold back, Russ barked out a laugh before slapping a hand over his mouth to suppress the sound. It wasn't particularly effective, and only succeeded in making him look as if he had been afflicted with a strange, sudden disease from the way he was shaking and wheezing. He clapped his free hand onto Oliver's shoulder -- in part to congratulate him on a job well done and in part to prevent himself from collapsing over in laughter. Olives, you're the best. Russ kept the compliment to himself, mostly because he couldn't stop laughing long enough to speak.


The smile was immediately wiped off his face when things began to heat up. At the sound of Audence's chair crashing to the ground, Russ was poised for action, his hand at his pocket for his knife. It was more of a self-defensive reflex than any real intention to fight, and he quickly took on a more neutral standing stance when he saw the waitress sprawled on the ground. She was... crying. Russ felt his blood run cold and his gaze darted to Audence. What the fuck had the man done? Didn't he just ask him not to stir up any shit? And the woman was crying. Breathing somewhat heavily, he ran a hand through his hair multiple times in a nervous motion. 


Hey, hey. Let's bounce, okay? That had been his first impulse, to get them all out of that place. He could maybe manage two other passengers if he tried hard enough. It couldn't be that difficult. It was only one more than he could usually do. Couldn't be that difficult. But there was Iris and the alliance to think about. They couldn't just leave this situation. Oh god, it was all his fault for suggesting that they stay for some food in the West District. Especially Audence. What had he been thinking, to invite the guy at such an important time? The dude was cool, great at fighting, and cool, but he had a notorious inclination towards violence. What had he been thinking?


"Y-you know, this is all a misunderstanding, sir. You see..." He tried to signal to Oliver and Audence to help him rectify the situation with imploring and desperate glances. In his panic, he seemed to have forgotten that he was wearing sunglasses, so neither of the two could actually pick up on his way of silent communication.


@Danoram @RubyRose

Amélie Fournier
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"Eight Ball" | Member of White Tigers
​

Location: The Den


Interacting With: Harley and Jeddidia

Murmuring a word of thanks, Amélie reached up to retrieve a shot glass and helped herself to some of the drink. "Good afternoon, Harley.“ She returned the greeting with one of her own in her usual mild-mannered way. Upon hearing of the mission she had not been informed of, she lowered her gaze. "Ah, that might have been so,” she admitted. “I’m rather proud of my abilities, but they aren’t very applicable on the field. If I plan to continue in this line of work, I must learn some combat.” She sighed and rested a hand on her cheek in distress. “I can’t say that sounds very appealing. Perhaps such tasks are better left to those who are more capable, like you two. What you do is quite admirable, but I simply cannot understand why you do it.” Lifting the shot glass to her lips, she tipped the contents down in one smooth movement, taking care not to throw back her head much if at all. Hm... that was probably enough for today. Maybe another shot or two, but not more. Alcohol and other mind altering substances, taken in excessively, would interfere with her chi and her mental focus.


"Yet we all have our strengths and weaknesses," she concluded. "I must confess I am not particularly saddened, though I feel I should be." 


Clapping her hands together, she gave Harley and Jed a look of intense interest. "That's enough about me. I am quite curious about you." In a marvelous flourish (one of many she'd spent quite some time practicing), she sprung a deck of tarot cards into a neat waterfall of black and white before cutting it with a swift hand. "Hm..." Amélie drew the top card and placed it face up on the bar counter. The Five of Swords. Upright. The Suite of Swords was standard fare for any situation that involved physical conflict, but this particular card denoted an air of desperation. "Perhaps the alcohol should not run so freely," she murmured. But it wouldn't do to jump so quickly to assumptions. If the two of them had returned, at least part of the mission must have been a success. "Would you care to elaborate on your opponent, Jeddidia? It's unusual for you to be hurt. Of course, I am also interested in what you've seen, heard, and done, Harley." 


@RubyRose @SirBlazeALot

 

[SirBlazeALot]

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


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


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley returned Jed’s wink with a knowing smile. He was right on time with that next shot. If Harley planned on tolerating Amélie then she’d need it.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Well we… we do it for the district…?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley replied as if she were answering a question she was called on to answer in class instead of raising her hand to answer. She wasn’t sure what Amélie was getting at. Perhaps she wanted to know their personal reasons for joining the Tigers. Harley’s personal reasons were far more selfish than “doin’ it for the district” she only joined for social reasons and because the stars had aligned this year for her. With a guy like Chikage in charge she felt that the Tigers downright [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]needed [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]her here, and that made her feel special.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Amélie whipped out the cards, it was only a matter of time before she would. Harley downed her shot so she would be better at playing along, and she was now hitting that level with the alcohol where the previous shots were catching up to her. Harley stood up from her barstool and stood in front of Jed. She leaned back on him and murmured, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oooooo, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]spooky[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As Amélie laid down the Suite of Swords, though she had no idea what the card meant and didn’t care.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley went first, deciding that she had had the less exciting day between the two of them. Jed suffered a wound he couldn’t heal, all she did was grab the crotches of strangers like it was a normal Saturday night.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Hmm… what I’ve seen, done, and heard… well I’ve seen a geek on a[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] bike[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]… a geek on a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]moped[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley started to crack up as the buzz intensified but she continued.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I saw a girl with a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]HUUUGE[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] butt… wh-who… sounded like she--hehehehe--inhaled helium for lunch… and I heard her say…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Harley put on her squeakiest voice and turned to Jed imitating Iza, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]”Come at me bro!”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]   [/SIZE]


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


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


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Brax, Leon, Mori, & texting Aidan[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del suppressed a smirk as he watched Brax give Mori the sus eyes. He had been assuming that all the Spectres weren’t familiar with each and every other Spectre. After all, as hard as he tried, and try hard he did, Del didn’t even know all of the Tigers and none of the Spectres he’d encountered so far while wearing his disguise had determined immediately that he wasn’t one of them. That’s the problem with large outfits like the ninja gangs, it was impossible to know everyone. In short term scenarios like this, going undercover was extremely beneficial. He was praying that Brax or Mori couldn’t read minds like Gigi. Jesus what a scary world it was for a liar knowing that the person you may be talking to may very well be a mind reader. Or as Del liked to refer to her, a “privacy rapist.” It was a term that she had picked up on while cruising through his thoughts and… repeated back to him and… still did repeat back to him from time to time if she ever wanted to grind his gears. But enough about Del’s fear induced hatred of Gigi. Bottom line, it was highly fortunate that Brax and Mori didn’t know each other that well. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Brax bought the lie, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Thank you Jesus I promise I’m going to church next Sunday, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]and let him up. Del stood up and straightened his cap down over his face as Brax undid Leon’s bonds. Again, Del had to suppress his emotions as Brax used his weird ass stretchy powers to keep Leon binded again.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Fucking motherfucker fucking shitballs fu--[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Okay, so now he had to try and convince this guy AND this girl that he and he alone had to be the one to remove Leon from the building. His last lie with the other Spectres worked so why not now?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Before Del could open his mouth, Leon had plans of his own. Del smelled…[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] something[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] burning and as Mori was cut off he too was cut off.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Hey do you guys sm-- AGGGGGGGGGHHH FUCKING [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]FUCK[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del keeled over as a blade sliced his cheek. So the Dragon had plans of his own. Respectable indeed, and it’s not like Del could blame him for attacking him. He [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]was [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]disguised as a Spectre after all. Had Del not turned his head a second earlier when he caught a whiff of Aidan’s flames, Leon probably would have taken an eye out. Truth be told, Del had heard a rumor that the Spectre leader had Fire Chi, and the idea of facing an Elder in this condition had him practically shitting his pants.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As Del felt his cheek, his stomach bounced up and down in anticipation. The gash felt as if Leon had cut a fucking hole into his cheek, but Del was just overreacting. He was fine. His cheek was fucked and Leon totally owed him a blowjob or something, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]No FUCK that, he needs to spread those fucking cheeks for this shit MOTHERF--[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mori reacted faster than he did and knocked the boy out with some kind of throwing projectile. She threw it so fast Del couldn’t see what the fuck it was she threw. Hell, he thought she might have even killed the fish man at first. As he rushed to the fish boy’s aid, he was stopped short by Mori and he backed away slowly. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright yeah, cool, I’m goin’ in the corner…”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Curse his luck today. If only Fish Boy had struck Mori. Del held his stinging cheek as he watched Mori take care of Brax’s arm. He studied Leon and noticed a slight, VERY slight, rise and fall of his chest. He was still alive. Luck hadn’t run out yet. If there was any time to use what remained of his Chi, it was now. As Mori questioned him, Del’s eyes shifted toward the window of the room. He gulped, for he couldn’t see any surface to land on. However, he knew exactly where a surface would be so long as he managed to just get out of this hot zone. No pun intended.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Without answering Mori’s question, Del made a mad lunge for Leon. He landed on top of him, looked to the window, and poof, the two of them were gone… and falling to their deaths outside of The Survivor. Luckily, before the two of them could hit the ground, Del teleported them to the ground safe and sound. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As soon as they were on their feet, Leon kind of just flopped over in Del’s arms because he’s fucking unconscious, and Del wobbled backward and braced himself against a dumpster. His vision was blurred, he felt like throwing up, and his head was pounding furiously. He was completely out of Chi, save for MAYBE one more teleportation, which would probably knock him out. Del gathered himself and reached for his phone, which he had felt buzzing in his pocket not too long ago. Aidan’s name appeared on the screen, but Del didn’t bother reading the text. He instead opened up Google Maps and took a screenshot of his location and sent it to Aidan with the following caption. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]have fish no chi sos [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del stumbled forward, still gasping for air as he fell onto Leon. He straddled the fish and started slapping him lightly across the cheek to wake him up after feeling for a pulse. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Please wake up, come on man, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]c’mon c’mon c’mon[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He groaned as he tried to shake the boy awake. He was in no condition to drag the boy anywhere and he had no idea how far Aidan or any of the Tigers were from him. Suddenly he too had become a damsel in distress. [/SIZE]







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


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


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis nodded along and repeated, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I feel it, man”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] though this time he really meant it. Memphis’s inability to control his Chi made a lot of games impossible to play fairly. The only games he could play without accidentally cheating were board games, video games, and card games. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Eh,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis shrugged indifferently. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I mean I’m [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]committed[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] to learning how to control my Chi,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he elaborated. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“But it’s kind of a uh… what’s it called?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis snapped his fingers as he tried to recall the phrase before unsurely asking, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“A catch 22? I think? Anyway--”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He shrugged once more and continued, though he made sure not to speak too loudly about the matter. Despite being excited to bowl and have what fun they could on this mission, he hadn’t forgotten for a second that they were essentially in enemy territory. He leaned in closer to Donni. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Once I have my powers under control, I’ll be so busy working for the Dragons that I won’t have time for baseball. If I’m gonna make Elder when I’m a 4th year, I’ve gotta focus [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]all [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]of my being into the gang. At least, that’s what Isaac says.”[/SIZE]





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


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


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine clapped rapidly as Darin left with the promise of returning with a surprise for each of them. She absent mindedly said, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What if he brings you what you were going to order as your surprise?! Wouldn’t that be cool?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] when really she should’ve called Darin back or something. To her though, it was no big deal. She rarely ever came here and just ordered [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]one [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]thing anyway. This girl can put away some tea y’all. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She gave Niki a perplexed look, almost as if she hadn’t heard him completely before petting his shoulder. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]You[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] were the one in the hospital silly, not [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]me[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~ You didn’t have to get me anything~!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Her look of confusion turned into a playful little pout and she put her fists on her hips. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Besides, there isn’t gonna [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]be[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] a next time, remember?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Despite how often it seemed to happen, Valentine fully believed that every time Niki fell down a flight of stairs would be his last. She had faith that he would be more careful, especially after she just showed him how to check for slippery floors. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When Darin returned with their drinks AND cake, Valentine’s eyes became as wide as saucers. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Thank you!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She chirped, and nodded in agreement with Niki as he left. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hopefully he’ll be off in time for Suzy’s party,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Valentine said as she uncapped her drink and took in the aroma. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Mmmm… smells yummy~...” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine took a test sip and then a heftier sip once she determined she wouldn’t burn her mouth. And here we go.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]See, Valentine only knew that her Chi abilities worked on herself whenever she took prescription or over the counter medicine. Just a little bit of cough syrup would make her extremely drowsy and lazy, so she tended to medicate herself naturally with soup. She’d never EVER tasted alcohol before in her life and she was unknowingly taking her first sip. The effects started to kick in immediately. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wha-heh… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]whooooooa[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She started to giggle sort of inexplicably and looked over at Niki with a sort of stupefied look. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“It’s very… very… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]different[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine took another sip and added, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“But [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]REALLY[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] good… how about yours?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She chirped and swung her legs under the table as she pushed her cup towards Niki.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Wanna try mine?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]





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


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

 

[NyxNightmare]

Vixa/Hummingbird - Blue Dragons/Healer
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The girl was pleased things were turning out okay. Especially for a healer, it caused her pain to see her friends down or in despair. Nixon had presented a wonderful idea though. If they were to wish for Lyre to remain by their side, there was no way she could escape from their clutches of friendship! Way to go Nixon!! She mentally praised the man. She hardly realized the slip of tongue in his wish, and tilted her head in confusion at the stuttering. Even Lyre's blushed response was way out of Vixa's understanding. Did she have a fever? The little hummingbird was actually quite dense to these types of things. The only one who had managed to fluster her before was T.K., and that was because he was rather direct with his words. As Lyre performed her magic, Vixa watched in awe. The two really were close. So this is the true power of friendship! She almost couldn't contain her excitement. Lyre fell between her and Nixon, and she took her hand, gripping it solidly. Her skin didn't feel the stares of the passer-bys, holding Lyre's hand it was like a force field against all evil. She hoped her new friends were feeling better now.  

At the mention of not only noodles, but free noodles, Vixa let out a squeal of joy. "Are you sure it's okay?? That's so sweet of you Lyre!" Tears were practically welling up in the teen's eyes. Yes, you could say Vixa was easily pleased. She was quite certain she was the most hungry out of all of them, and a small part of her was hoping it wouldn't be a burden on Lyre to pay. But, then again she had offered, so it must be okay right? She bean softly chanting "noodles, noodles!" over and over again, she was hyped up. It wasn't long before she could see the sign in the distance, where her heartbeat increased. She had never eaten here before, so she was extra excited. 
  @Danoram  @RubyRose

 
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Warren/Spade - White Tigers/Member 
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Spade could say, well, that things were going exactly as planned. His wonderful little Geisha were distracting most Spectres, but he could hear commotion within the Spectre base. He could only imagine Del was kicking ass. The guy was clever enough to dig himself out of any rough patches, so Spade had no doubt the man had things covered. So Spade would reside out here as a lookout of sorts. Which was a little disappointing, it gave the man too much time on his hands. Time, that forced him to leave his hiding spot in the bushes to scout around the base. If only he hadn't lost his phone, he would have received Aidan's message. Only, he hadn't. But the matter made no difference, as smoke and flames lapped at the sky above, an amused grin flashed across Spade's face. Now we have an arsonist within our midst? This must be a Tiger's doing, a distraction tactic no less. He was about to make his way towards the scene in hopes of running into a playmate, when he heard louder commotions coming from inside the Spectre base. Perhaps things were not entirely going as planned? 


What if Del was in trouble? Or, what if he wasn't? Jugging with what to do, Spade decided to just go with his gut feeling. Reek havoc. Raising his arms up in the air, he inhaled deeply, calling forth more spirits, more medieval knights to tear down this castle. "Men! Tomorrow we dine, tonight we fight!" And with that, the spirits rushed forward, breaking any windows on their way into the base. While, Spade on his trusty ghost horse steed, was whisking around the building, until a spirit returned to his side to inform him of the location of his dear comrade. Appearing alongside the wall, he frowned. No windows....well...going to have to make one! He took his sword, and with the help of his spirit friends he managed to pierce through, pieces crumbling down. His sword had struck through, almost stabbing into Del's neck, just shy of touching skin. With a hand outstretched, he spoke, "Well, well, need a ride?" If fate would allow, this could be made into a quick get-away. Spade's own powers were fleeting. If he wasn't within a certain vicinity of his spirits, they wouldn't be able to physically touch other beings. This also became affected when his chi powers decreased. He had been using spirits left and right today, he didn't ave much time left. His spirits from earlier began disappearing, his main focus on keeping the horse he was riding. 


@SirBlazeALot @Danoram @Corgi

 
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Aya/Cryptic - Red Spectres/Member
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Though they seemed to pass through the dead spirits unscathed, Aya couldn't help but feel as if her own soul might jump out to join them at any second. He always thought the dead were supposed to look like the ones described in story books or horror films. But these were realistic, medieval warriors. The only thing that gave thier identity away was the all too blurred way they moved and the obvious way they seemed to disappear before you made contact with them. Reaching isr hand out as Hayley sped through on her moped towards the Survivor, the ghosts smeared as he ran her fingers through, much like how one would glide their fingers along the water's surface as they were riding in a speed boat. But looking death in the face was not a frightening experience for Aya. Nor uncommon. Aya's blood lust often rang throughout her body, forcing her to spill more than she originally had planned for. Never had he himself been in a bind where he might die, so although he has mingled with death, he's never actually felt the fear that comes with losing one's life. He's still waiting for that moment, the moment to feel fear. He yearns for it, a feeling he can't process, but wishes he could. 


As the three of them near the Survivor, it was quite hard to miss the building drowning up in flames, seemingly struggling for air. "Stop!" he called, leaping off to gaze upon the scene. There was no point in attempting to put it out. The building was a goner. Turning around, his eyes scavenged the shadows. If an intruder were still here,  they would be smart to take cover in the darkness. "Hayley, can you see anything at the Survivor from here?" This entire show might be just that, for show. An opening to the main event. Police and firetrucks would be arriving soon to tend to the raging fire. With all o that commotion their arsonist would have long fleed, and them left without a trace. Was this a fight worth fighting for? Would they be too late heading to the Survivor now? Aya wasn't sure. But if there was one thing he knew, was that he didn't want to remain a man forever. Whether this culprit was the disappearing figure from earlier, or the gender bender, they would be paying! 


Forming more blades from the cuts he made earlier, he spread them out in every dim area he could see in attempts to smoke out the rabbit per say; some reflected off of other objects and shattered windows from other nearby buildings. "Come out, come out, wherever you are~" Aya's eye twitched as an eerie laugh escaped his lips, his blood lust arising once more. 


@BlueInPassing @theglassangel

 
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[Danoram]

Holly "Vanity" Radcliffe



Location: (Rose District) Bowling Alley | Interacting/Mentioned: Memphis, Donnovan, & Zhi



/monthly_2017_01/5869bfd7e7840_Holly(1).jpg.d0c556f3b95019c8b49ff56ee88bc4d1.jpg"I don't bowl a lot, Memphis. I mainly just come here on blind dates and occasionally throw a ball or two down the lane, knock down a few pins, then make people fall in love with me," Holly stated confidently, tying her shoes in a way that was much more complicated than it needed to be, afterwards tucking the laces down into the side of each shoe. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but would also keep the laces from bouncing everywhere with each given step.


     Her outfit looked goofy now, but that was the least of her concerns keeping the mission in mind. At least, if she tried to run, her heels wouldn't be slowing her down, so that's a good thing. 


     As the two of Donni and Memphis talked, Holly only listened. She held a finger to her bottom lip while browsing through the bowling balls on a rack, momentarily glancing around the room and taking note of a man and woman eating pizza together. They weren't important -- Holly was just jealous of  how attractive they were as a couple, but regarding the mission, there was a suspicious character standing near the room where people go to play pool. He was on the phone, had a clean buzz-cut, and looked something like a bird because of his nose.




     "Oh my god. /Why/ is his nose /so/ /big/?..." she wondered with an open mouth, expression that of amazement and disgust at the same time, while quickly peeking at Zhi, Memphis, and Donni to see if they also noticed. 


     When she turned back to look at the stranger, a quiet squeal escaped her and she ducked behind the rack of balls to hide, for he had seen her. "Oh shit. Oh shit... Now what!?" she asked herself, quickly deciding to activate her chi and redirect any attention elsewhere. The guy on the phone never moved from where he'd been standing. Even after Holly picked out a bowling ball, stood back up, and deactivated her chi, he only continued doing his own thing.


     Awkwardly, the girl returned to Memphis and Donnovan, holding her ball with both hands and hugging it to her chest while glancing around, hoping that none of them noticed her little incident. She set the ball on their chute, then took a seat at the controls-table to begin inputting their names: Holly, Memfish, Donnivan, and Z -- after which she went ahead with her turn, "Alright... I'm going first."


     With her ball in both hands lifted to her chest, she held her breath, slowly approaching the lane while expressing a significant degree of determination. Holly exhaled, focusing on the center pin ahead of her, then with a step forward, she threw the ball out like one does when making a chest pass in basketball. It didn't hit the floor until it was done soaring through the air, reaching halfway down the lane. Then, by the time Holly whipped around, sporting a flashy smile, the bowling ball had knocked down every pin, earning her a strike and changing the name on their screen to Memfish's turn.


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Emelia "Shakespeare" Dawson



Location: (Rose District) Evergate Shopping Mall | Interacting/Mentioned: Eliza & Some old woman


/monthly_2017_01/5869a8681c701_Emelia(1).jpg.5e38781cc58ce87268df6e848b2a5393.jpgEmelia had laughed at Eliza's question, expressing her disliking towards the idea of a poem about bugs through fake gagging, which is something she would never do in front of someone else by the way, especially Jeddidia. "I would have to find one." 


     That's probably her favorite thing about having someone like Eliza around -- She can be herself and not always so formal and uptight. Eliza has this way of brightening up the things around her with just the slightest of smiles and showering compliments, like the one about Emelia's name. It had the girl wondering if Jeddidia thought the same. She wanted to know what he thought about her. 


     Does he think she's pretty? Does he ever wonder what she's doing? Are there ever small details about her that make him curious to know more? 


Not knowing was very stressful. Always hoping for something good to come from her literally doing absolutely nothing was also very stressful. Emelia wanted progress. She often gives herself pep talks to break free from her reliance on the happening of a miracle, but at the end of the day, she falls asleep dreaming of what could be.


     "Thank you, I like the nickname," was all she responded with, all of a sudden feeling sort of down.


"I don't like them either, but death is inevitable. Some call it the sweet release... whereas others might consider it a tragedy. In the end, the only ones who truly know are those who have experienced it." Emelia took Eliza's hand and gave it a light squeeze, gently smiling down at her as the two entered into the mall.


     Looking around, it was well-built. The ceiling wasn't quite as high as some of White Rose's, but this is just one mall, so it wouldn't be fair to judge. Then again, the old woman in a black robe standing outside of what looks to be an arcade wasn't giving off very welcoming vibes. Aside from her, Emelia agreed with Eliza's observations; the people really did seem fairly normal. That doesn't change her opinions of them, though. Because of her mother, Emelia is very prejudice towards citizens of the South District -- She does not enjoy them and very rarely steps foot directly into Cobra territory, but this is the Rose District, where people from the North, South, East, and West all visit, disregarding colors such as White, Black, Blue, and Red. 


     "I agree, Eliza. Though, I do think we shouldn't talk so obviously at such a volume. First we should get slightly further from the old woman over there because she's starting to creep me out. What if she knows we're Tigers..." Emelia chewed a nail, whispering very quietly, "I feel l know her..." All of a sudden, the pale one started slowly approaching the woman, pupils dilating to such an extent that her eye color could barely be seen. 


@RubyRose @(Clothes & Hair)



Nakazajo "Raging Ogre" Chikage


Location: (West District) Destroyed building | Interacting/Mentioned: Asad, Cato, & Summer



View attachment 229798Summer's question as to what he wanted played over and over in Chikage's head like a broken record. He wanted to turn to her like the love-struck idiot he is and kneel down on one knee, confessing his immediate attraction to her natural beauty, and state that she is what he wanted... but given the circumstances, that would be a very unprofessional move. 


     His hand remained cupped over the gash at his side as he carefully focused back and forth between the three characters, ready to take action in case of another attack, which was likely to next come from the girl seeing as she'd taken on a very combative stance. 


The last person Chikage wished to fight with right now was Summer, though. For one, he's already taken a hit from her, and it sure as hell didn't feel like Cupid's arrow. Second, from what he's gathered, she's very fast and has a good grasp on her chi abilities. Of course, these are all problems the leader has faced many times before; ones he's easily overcome without ever batting an eye, but the third reason has to do with her being a woman, which I'm sure is no surprise to you.


     Sub-consciously, Chikage briefly touched a hand to his forehead before speaking, "Ahh~ Five seconds is a bit short, wouldn't you say?... And if I'm being entirely honest, milady, the building was bound to collapse any day now. I just sped up the process." While this probably sounded moderately offensive, it was not originally meant to.


     "For the past couple of weeks now, many of my members have returned to me beaten and injured, most of which have claimed their attackers to be clad in red..." he stated firmly, narrowing his gaze on Asad and Cato while slowly walking backwards towards a wooden bench cemented into the sidewalk. "While it is not why I am here, if there's anything the Spectre's have done to piss us Tigers off, that's probably it."


     Feeling the bench against the back of his knees, he lifted a foot and stepped onto it, kneeling down in a seemingly relaxed manner. 


He smiled, bouncing a finger at Summer, "I do admit that I've taken the wrong route to introducing myself here, though. I initially intended to waltz right into your headquarters with a pageant wave, but there was the problem with finding where that is... Now... here we are, and I don't even know your names."


     Chikage stood to his feet with a bow, "I'm known as The Raging Ogre, but I prefer Rocchi, Elder of the White Tigers. You are?" he raised a brow at the Spectres, fairly aware that neither of them would feel inclined to introduce themselves as formally as he had, but it was worth a shot. Plus, there was a chance he'd figure out something to call Summer by rather than just a Tropical Hibiscus.



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Archie "Cock" Babcock



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



/monthly_2016_12/58648ce67632c_Archie(1).jpg.454627d0c950e07c318a7c8b47d2466e.jpgArchie smirked slyly at the stranger's blushing face.


     He was overcome with a sense of accomplishment when his handshake was met, thinking to himself, "Got'im." before he took a step back, adjusting his bag.


Hearing the guy's name was enough to finally strike some suspicion in his eyes, leading him to also question why this Noose guy, a fitting Alias if you ask me, was wandering through an alleyway near a possible crime scene.


     Honestly, the Australian was feeling pretty slow on the uptake of things now, understanding how quickly someone else might have noticed these little details about the guy; someone like Melony or even Iza.


...In the end, though, he doesn't really care, inwardly shrugging while still sporting an amused grin of sorts.


     Archie clicked his tongue and glanced to the side, rolling his eyes towards the sky, then allowing them to drop back on Noose as he brushed a hand through his own hair, "Tell ya what~" He pointed at the guy. "Maybe ya can, mate. In more ways than one, yeah?"


     A snicker bounced off of his lips and he pulled his phone from his back pocket, clicking it on and opening up the 'Add Contact' function. Of course, he had to go through the usual unlocking process, consisting of him having to doodle a penis on the screen and wait for the device to recognize its pattern. You can probably imagine how one day this will effect him in a serious situation, and most likely not in the nicest way.


     Holding the phone up for his new acquaintance to take, Archie asked, "Mind to fill this out?... 'S just a quickie of a survey. Put ya name here-" he pointed at the top box before moving his finger down to another, "Then ya numbah here." 


     Because of Noose being under the influence of Archie's chi abilities, there was a bigger chance of him actually scoring the correct phone number than receiving a fake, so he figured why not? Whoever this guy was, he wasn't a Spectre. In fact, hearing how he speaks, it's likely he's not even from the West District.


Then again, Archie's probably just being overly suspicious now due to the lack of reliability he has in his own intuition, but you can never be too careful.

@RubyRose


Joe "Just A Mechanic" Finchum



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


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Fake Joe blinked at the five dollar bill in Quinn's hand like it had never seen such a thing before. The real Joe poked her head out from behind the cigarette machine and raised a brow, briefly making eye contact with herself and nodding, in which Fake Joe took the bill, taking it to the real Joe.


     "...Do I not need an I.D.?" she asked, examining the money as Fake Joe looked to Quinn with blinking eyes, seeking an answer to the question. 


     "I mean, this seems like the easy way out... and I'm willing to give it a shot, because I really had no idea what I was doing anyways... but I just..." as she spoke, she slipped the five dollars into the machine's bill slot, "I don't really think it's gonna work, you know?..."


     The machine ate the money and whirred for a second before three selections of cigarettes lit up: Pall Malls, L&Ms, and USA Golds, causing the look of excitement that had split across the girl's face to suddenly drop. She flashed her middle finger at the screen and pressed it against the virtual box of USA Golds, "What complete and utter bullshit."


     At her touch, the machine whirred again. Joe stepped back in horror and cupped her hands around her face with a high pitched squeal as a pack of smokes was spit out onto the ground, then causing her to just look mad rather than regretful, "Really?... Could it not have caught them, or something?... Whatever," she picked up the cigarettes and turned to Quinn, "Les go~"


@Corgi


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




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



/monthly_2017_01/5869e212f0424_Brax(1).png.a1440808ec2e43208ac19473b69200a8.pngSeeing Mori in action, one might say Brax was completely entranced, not even flinching or attempting to catch his jacket as the girl tossed it to him. Instead, it landed on his head, obstructing his vision until he slowly pulled it off and did as he was told. The smart thing for him to do would be to tie his arm into a knot, but he felt it would take away from her trying to help him, so he just left it alone and went with what Mori ordered.


     While tying the jacket around his gash, he focused on Leon's chest to see if he was breathing, which he was, then gave a calm sigh. However, the smell of something burning alerted him. For them to go so far, the Dragons must really, truly want their member back. 


     Brax looked to Delson for an answer to the questions Mori had asked him, but didn't get one. Within the blink of an eye, the guy was gone, and so was Leon, leaving Brax completely dumbstruck as he worriedly scanned around the room, jumping into a defensive stance when a few Geisha and other unworldly beings paraded down the halls, some of them busting down the door and even beginning to attack him and Mori.


Leon could feel Delson smacking and shaking him, but wasn't conscious enough to do something about it. He grunted and cringed, twisting his head side to side while trying to regain his senses. 


     One of the Geisha pulled a weapon from between her breasts and stared at Brax, causing him to tilt his head with curiosity as to how she managed to keep such a thing there. Then, as she lunged towards him with the intent to stab, his arm stretched towards Mori, wrapping around her waist for him to pull her towards him and out of the way of the spirit also about to attack her. He thought to have been stabbed in that moment, but upon further inspection, he came to find that the things couldn't even touch them, making him click his tongue with a twitch of the brow.


     He let go of Mori and turned to the window. It seemed like the only escape unless they were looking to run into the Geisha and spirits that couldtouch them -- if there were any. Looking to the girl, he sent a directing nod to let her know his intentions, approaching her with fists balled at his sides. 


Since she had helped him, Brax felt the need to now help her. He would be the one to get them out of this mess. So, ignoring any attempts she might have made to escape him, he lifted her like a bride and started for the window, easily maneuvering her around until she was lying over his shoulder. He didn't pay her ass being in his face any mind and continued with his rescue plan.


     Tightly holding onto the window seal, he stepped out without even blinking and began descending downwards, keeping his posture firm while sitting Indian-style. The pace at which they were falling slowed down as his arm reached its limit, and he would've put Mori down had he not been distracted by suddenly noticing Delson, Leon, and some other guy just a few feet ahead.


     /monthly_2017_01/5869e21580d11_Leon(1).png.0be229ba5aab3f51958b5fb5d35d2245.pngSuddenly, Mori and Brax were being pulled back to the skies, for Brax is unable to willingly keep his limbs stretched for long due to his rubberband-like properties. If he wasn't careful, the two would crash into the building, and while it wouldn't hurt Brax, Mori would probably take some damage. 


Letting go of the window-seal, Brax grabbed Mori with both hands and pulled her down into a hugging position, making sure to meet her eyes as he kicked off of the Survivor. They eventually slowed to a stopping point in the air directly above Delson and the other two, and that's when Brax pushed the girl off of him, causing him to begin falling at a slightly faster pace while Mori followed just behind.


     By the time Brax landed over top of Delson and Leon, legs spread wide, he braced himself to catch the girl, stretching both of his arms up just a little to where he could soften her landing. 


Leon blinked his eyes open and stared at his surroundings. He literally had no idea who any of these guys were, and was very quickly beginning to lose patience. "I'm going to say this once..." he looked Delson in the eyes and furrowed a brow, "Get off."


     Brax, still holding Mori, jumped away from the group and set the girl down, making sure to keep her behind him as he waited to see who would make the next move.


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[Corgi]

Mori Cedenz  



Location: (Survivor) Hostage Room 



Interacting: Delson @SirBlazeALot , Spade @NyxNightmare, Brax, and Corbin @Danoram

 There are some moments in life where something happens that you can't process nor have the time to process it. For Mori, that moment was now.  


Mori stared at the spot where the blonde boy once stood, noticing that it was empty. Hesitantly lowering her throwing arm, she looked around, confusion riddling her face. She then noticed that the unconscious boy was gone as well. As she tried to sort out what the hell just happened, her senses came back to life. Smoke wafted through the air and she went over to the window, trying to see where they were coming from when she suddenly felt a hand around her waist, pulling her away from a spirit that attempted to attack her.  


Everything was happening too fast for her to process what was really happening. By the time Brax had jumped out of the window with her on his shoulders, she was still thinking about where the smoke had come from. Not even able to react to the feeling of her falling, the two of them were flung back into the air. 


She felt and arm wrap around her waist and pull her into a hug. Mori's eyes met with Brax's and she took a deep breath, deciding not to worry about what happened and worry about how they were going to get the hostage back. Even though she had just met Brax that day, after what just happened, she trusted him a lot more. When she found herself flying through the air without Brax, she held her breath and was ready for impact. 


She didn't feel impact, instead, she found herself being cradled in Brax's arms. Her cheeks tinted a light pink as she realized how close she was to him. Quickly being put down and behind Brax, she gathered herself back up and grabbed another one of her iron pellets, aiming it at the three, but more specifically, the newcomer. She knew that the hostage didn't have his weapon anymore, the blonde haired boy just used his chi and looked quite exhausted, and the only person she didn't know anything about was standing with them and she didn’t want them to get away again. 


She mostly kept her gaze on the newcomer but occasionally glanced at the other two. Mori knew it wasn't a time to ask such a stupid question, but she asked, "Is he okay?" Referring to the boy she had knocked out only a few minutes ago. She didn't want to make the first move, because if she didn't have to fight, she didn't want to. In all honesty, she hated hurting other people. There have been multiple times when she's gotten too competitive and hurt someone and she spent an hour apologizing to them and making sure they were okay. Of course, Mori doesn't feel guilty for her actions, he deserved it for hurting both Brax and someone who appears to be on their team. 













Quinn Teeters  



Location: (South District) Robbing a Cigarette Dispenser  



Interacting: Joe @Danoram

Quinn shrugged, thinking it was worth a shot to try and do the right thing. Talking about doing the right thing, as Joe screamed at the sight of precious cigarettes dropping to the ground, she couldn't help but laugh. She had looked so hopeful before the selection came up, and to put a decaying cherry on top, they all tumbled to the ground, "Hey, at least you got cigarettes now." She tried to cheer him up, a simple smile on her lips as she followed, or attempted to follow, Joe. 


Suddenly, a brilliant idea sprung into her head and she covered her mouth, trying to hide the wide smile on her face. She quickly tugged on Joe's sleeve, glancing up at him with mischievous eyes, "Why only stick to Remiel's and Vaughn's mailboxes? Let's switch out all of the Black Cobras' mailboxes! Ho big or go home, right?" She asked, smirking. 


Joe was rubbing off on Quinn way too much. 













Lucy Lynn Vaness Location: East District Interaction: Keagan @RubyRose

  Lucy nodded along with what he said, thinking it was rather interesting how he could speak with bugs. She wondered what kind of voices they had- or maybe that they could just understand what Keagan was saying instead of actually talking. She giggled at the thought of a ladybug having a low, masculine voice. 


Her thoughts were cut off by Keagan's question. Lucy had completely forgot she was still in her cat form. It was second nature for her to feel normal in it. Quickly, she switched from cat to human and sat down on the bench next to him. She wasn't entirely sure how her clothes are able to transform on to her, but she was glad that they did because she figured it's be awkward for him to see her naked. 


"Chi makes me a cat!"  She explained, a big smile on her face as she talked about cats, "Do you like cats? She asked, her blue eyes wide with excitement, hoping she'd have a friend to talk to about cats. She knew multiple people but sadly, the question about cats never came up, so she didn't know if they did or not.

 

[theplasticdemon]

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[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: Bowling Alley [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting with: Holly, Memphis and Donni @Danoram @SirBlazeALot @RubyRose[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Zhi almost felt a pang of guilt. Almost. Though he had never thought much of Memphis at first, he was glad that he had someone that was willing to mediate the situation. For now, Zhi and Donni both weren’t in the mood to deal with her. Just a mission. Just professional. They were just… bowling? I suppose it would help us fit in… [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]He thought. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Watching Holly lacking manners once again, he rolled his eyes, mindfully standing with the group until it was his turn. If any of you weirdos were curious, he’s a size 11. Not bothering to look away as Holly shot him a few stares, he raised an eyebrow and got his shoes. He didn’t speak for the entire ordeal, quietly chilling with the rest of them. Most of his focus were on other Spectres. He figured just staring would be too suspicious. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Silently tying his shoes, quick and easy. Not being able to play sports because of his chi? Couldn’t relate. Instead, he waited near the balls for everyone else. He walked beside Holly, only to have him furrow his brows in confusion at her erratic behaviour. Grabbing a bowling ball, Zhi rolled his eyes once again at the misspelled names. Hopefully they were intentional. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Lacking expression, Zhi watched Holly’s strange technique. He even twisted his lips into a half smile, even he was impressed with her strike. “Hm. Impressive.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Zhi commented, loud enough for her to hear. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“I wonder which of us will win each game. Though, we shouldn’t get too sidetracked...”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Silence as he continued to think. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Holly, who were you staring at earlier? Is he a Spectre?” The boy asked, observing his amount of activity on his phone. Though part of it was the buzzcut, he did realize the person had an excess of red apparel. If any of the guys like he, Donni and Memphis approached him, it would come off as creepy. If Holly did, however… [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Not like she listened to much of what he said. [/SIZE]






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


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

[SIZE= 14.6667px]What the fuck? Evey stood there, in her own regular clothes. Yeah, Lizzy looked sexy. But what kind of sexy was she going for? It took a modest minute to shake away the tension with Dale, now her brain was trying to wrap around what her costume was, afraid of asking in case she offended Lizzy. Was she a sexy nerd? An… otaku? [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]“What are faceclaims?” The blonde tilted her head in confusion. Oh well, whatever goes with making characters. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Uhhh, yeah! Where to… Laze?” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Her brain tried to wrap around her friend’s new name. [/SIZE]






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


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

[SIZE= 14.6667px]His phone was held in front of him to audibly record his number. The phone repeated the number as he confirmed it. “Ah, that should do it.”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Remy smiled, taking his time to smell the marvelous food. He didn’t take the time to dwell on bad feelings. As soon as one resurfaced, he was always able to tell if they were legitimate or not. Of course, these were just nerves of contacting a gang leader to discuss relations. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Don’t worry, Iris.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]The leader could sense her unease through her sudden changes in breathing he could hear from the living room.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] “They can’t do anything bad to us unless we give them a reason.” [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Remiel laid back on the couch, the loud calling sound apparent. Resting his chin on his hands, the typical two minutes passed with no response. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“Voicemail. That’s weird.”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]He commented. The last person to not have their phone with them wouldn’t be a gang leader. The Cardinal didn’t strike him as the kind of guy to ignore calls.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] “What about the second? Or any other Spectres?” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Remiel offered. Now the sinking feeling came in. Why didn’t he pick up after two minutes? Or even decline the call? [/SIZE]






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


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

[SIZE= 14.6667px]While Asad didn’t pay attention to him being on his bike, he didn’t pay attention to either of the two as he zeroed in on Chikage. Where were the rest of his guys?[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Cato wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or if it was the adrenaline, but the blonde could feel rumbling from underneath the ground. The dust blew in the wind, moving his blonde strands along. Dust didn’t stick to his metal body, all of his arms and upper body, including his face, had turned. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]A hostage? The blonde was not one to be threatened with stakes. All he was here to do was fight. A bit slower to react than Asad, he stood behind. Clearly the boy had some background with Jurriaan. As Asad took the first move, Chikage completely avoided him. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]What gives? [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]The leader had a good point. If they killed him right now, they still would have no lead in where Juriaan was. If they wanted him back while the boy was dead, it would result in more fighting. Even though passing up an opportunity to kick Tiger butt was sad, he was still smarter than that. Besides, Cato was never one for senseless violence. Mayyybe a punch or two, but they were never for the intent of killing. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Hey, I was never the one who wanted to kill him.” He commented, without expression. Cato could probably bet Summer was their best choice if they wanted Chikage to chill out and stop destroying buildings. He also didn’t get offended too easily, not at Chikage’s comment. Not that it justified how much of a dick move that was. Taking a few moments to answer, Cato stepped closer to him, crossing his arms.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] “You’re basically saying you and your Tiger friends walked up here to find out our headquarters and kidnap a bunch of people for blackmail? Because I don’t know who you want to talk to, but uhhhh… it’s probably not us. You can call me Optimus.” [/SIZE]




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


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

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Yeah… Allie never knew when enough hype was enough hype. While he wasn’t in costume, he had some idea of social cues due to a… vulnerable part of herself/himself. Allie rode his bike, following Aya’s path. “What are these vile beings?” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]He asked himself. Grabbing his long metal lance, he swung at the creatures. It would be better to play the defensive at this point. Riding his red bike as fast as he could, he cried out, [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“I’ll cover you guys!” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]He projected a shield as he rode behind. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]What the fuck was that? There wasn’t any harm done, but it was a strange feeling that overcame him. He didn’t blame Hayley for rushing ahead, following along quickly with Allie’s lance on his back. It made him feel like a fraud, carrying a weapon that many warriors back then held with a much greater proficiency. [/SIZE]



[SIZE= 14.6667px]He could tell the path they were headed to, right back to the Survivor. Allie’s heart stung as he watched the building burst into flames. The Bike Hero felt useless. Some hero he was. Biting his lip, he shook his head in an attempt to clear out any thought. Taking his lance out, he rode his bike along like a trusty steed. Allie stood alongside Aya, projecting another invisible shield to cover any vulnerable area in her body.  [/SIZE]

 

[RubyRose]

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


They had done a successful mission, Jed had been injured in battle so he and Harley had every right to come back to the base and unwind, everything had been going well (except for maybe holding off on the flirting to try and make Harley's chi last as long as possible) and now the psychic vampire was in their midst. Jed was in severe danger of entirely losing his happy buzz. And it wasn't anything against the odd girl, just that he liked being only with Harley because around other people the mask he wore was not as much fun as who he was when he was with Harley. 


Jed shrugged. "I do it because it pisses my father off." He said bluntly, before smirking and glancing at Harley. "And for the company." It wasn't so much an after thought as it was an 'oh geez, I shouldn't have said that... so much for my mask.' So he used the company comment to try and lighten the blow of his words just a little. If it were just he and Harley he would have loved playing up the 'rebel' image, but with the other Tigers... well, rebel was not the image he was trying to showcase with them. 


"You've only had one shot." Jed snorted, unable to help himself. "And that stuff isn't even heavy." It was a bit of a taunt... Jed really couldn't help it. His guard had been down, he had been stressed out from his arm, and on top of everything he was annoyed with her. So the jabs just... slipped out. He sighed, sobered by the 'everyone has strengths and weaknesses'... it made him think of Donnovan. "Some people have more weaknesses then others, though." He said, actually referring to himself in this instance. He hated feeling that way, but when you're in the shadow of your perfect brother even when you're not in their life things could become skewed and hard to see any other way. 


Jed glanced at the card with mild interest. He wondered what it was supposed to mean, but didn't care enough to really ask. When Harley started going off about the giant chick, Jed couldn't help but grin. And that was Harley, bringing the good buzz back. He burst into laughter with her at the reminder. "God I can't believe she said that." He said. "And I think she was serious." He said, and that was the worst part. "As far as my opponent goes, their chi did something to my arm." He said with a one sided shrug. "It's no big deal, though. It'll get better and in the mean time we've discovered someone with the ability to literally shut down chi which could be dangerous in several ways."  


 @SirBlazeALot @BlueInPassing


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


More ways then one? Jaspar's brows furrowed every so slightly. He could feel the suggestion in Cock's words, and a large part of him appealed to the thought. Which was odd because attraction wasn't something Jaspar usually felt. But he was finding the more time he spent around the pink haired man the stronger the pull was. Just imagining things. He thought, brushing it off. "I'm interested in helping, sure." He said, trying to regain his usually professional composure. 


"Very serious about your name, huh?" Jaspar said, watching and finding it amusing when he would usually find such a display completely vulgar. He wasn't left wondering why Cock had even pulled the phone out long when it was handed to him. The desire to put down a wrong number never even occurred to Jaspar. He wanted to hear from Cock again after tonight. Which was ridiculous, but there it was. Something is seriously wrong here. A tiny thought niggled but Jaspar couldn't be bothered to listen to it. So he put down 'Noose' as his name, and put in his actual cell phone number. 


"Easiest Survey I've ever taken." Jaspar teased, and then paused. I don't tease people. What the actual fuck? Internally, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Oh god... I haven't 'fallen in love' with guy? Or even a crush... that would be beyond illogical. You are logical Jaspar. There's another explanation. Enjoy your time with him now and think about the logical explanation later. So Jaspar did allow it to leave his concerns. 


"So where to? You said there was something urgent, yes?" 


((Gotta go help mom with stuff. I'll finish the others when I get back but here, have a couple tigers )) 


@Danoram

 

[RubyRose]

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


Glad that Emelia didn't know a poem about bugs right off hand, she fell back into her excited yet anxious state. She had hoped for a brighter response from her mention of Emelia's name being like a poem. It was the absolute and honest truth, but she had been saying it to get a smile out of Emelia. But her comment left Eliza feeling a little sad. And she didn't know why. She didn't know why Emelia was suddenly blue since she had thanked her for the nickname so it couldn't be because Eliza called her by her nickname... right? Brows furrowing, he bit her lip and tried to think of something happy.


"And if you experience you can't tell anyone about it afterwards." Eliza tried to be a little more cheerful but with Emelia's unhappy and the talking about death, even Eliza felt drug down. She did return the squeeze to her hand, though her mouth formed a small pout. Bright blue eyes flickered around the new surroundings, feeling excited about this new place and exemplifying it but she still felt a little hollow inside. 


Eliza hadn't even noticed the creeper lady and at Emelia's mention she looked too, tilting her head. "She is super creepy." She finally agreed, and then turned her attention elsewhere, wondering where she and Emelia could go that would brighten both their spiritis. The next time she glanced at the creepy woman, she was closer.... and approaching them. 


"Well Emmie, time to go." Eliza said, but not meaning leave... just find somewhere to be where creepy women were not. She began pulling Emelia along with a smile plastered across her face though the anxiety and dread of the current situation was actually getting to her. She felt like bugs were crawling over her skin and she did not like it. 


@Danoram  



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


Of course it was okay but Vixa was already moving on without waiting for a real answer so Lyre just smiled and nodded. She began to lead this time, holding her head high though it still had a kind of difficulty to it. On the one side she felt strong because Nixon believed she was beautiful. Vixa thought she looked cool. And she, herself, didn't really have an issue with herself... still, some of the looks she got like she was some kind of alien dug in. Each stare dug in and clung to her like little hooks, dragging her back while she continued to try and push forward. 


It was a relief when the noodle place came into sight and Lyre slipped in quickly, looking around the place with mild interest. Her appetite was flipping back and forth between hunger and no appetite and she was wondering whether she was going to buy anything for herself. Striding up to the shop owner, Lyre gave her best smile. "Hey! Nix left his bag here, and since we're here anyway we were hoping to get noodles and pick up his bag if that's okay." Lyre's tone were along the lines of it almost being a bad thing for them to want to buy noodles from a noodle shop. Her response was that way because of the way she looked, though. Her appearance could sometimes affect how many people stopped in the store. She spotted a table in the corner that would work great to hide her away from the general public where she, Nixon, and Vixa could all sit peacefully. 


She headed that direction after the okay from the owner who was giving her less of an odd look then others but still, the way he looked at her... Lyre sometimes wondered if she'd get a better impression from people if she stripped naked in her genie form and went around like that. At least then she could feel a little more oggled and less like a freak on display. Not that she'd ever have the courage to do something like that... 


"So... do you guys know what you want?" Lyre asked weakly.  


@Danoram @NyxNightmare 


((Got a couple more done before the game so I figured I'd get them posted. I don't' trust this laptop anymore and will take no risks >.< I'll keep working on the posts when I get back from the game )) 

 

[RubyRose]

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


When around people, Donnovan found moments where they astonished him. Granted, it shouldn't be surprising that there was more to Memphis then his silly attitude and his naive ways... but Donni hadn't really considered it. If he had stopped to think about how each Dragon, and each person in general, had the same thoughts and capabilities as he did in many aspects he might view the world a little different. As it was, he was constantly caught by surprise thanks to the years where he and his brother were the only ones who seemed to actually have something inside of them more then the average person. Thoughts, plans, dreams... they always seemed to be something he and Jeddidia shared but the rest of the world lacked. And for whatever reason, as soon as Donnovan was away from people he fell back into that line of thinking. But for a moment, he gazed at Memphis and saw another thinking, feeling human being with a real goal. And it was amazing. 


"You should always make time for the things you love." Donnovan admonished softly, realizing that he could preach it but he certainly wasn't doing it. When was the last time he had made time for the things that mattered to him? The one thing that truly matters to me has been out of my reach for years, time open to them or not. "Isaac is right in a lot of ways, but it's not like being Elder is a career. Not really something you can put on a resume. Think about what you are putting your time into carefully... some things seem great in the moment, and then you'll wake up one day and realize there was a lot of wasted time." 


Donnovan bit back a scoff at Holly's blatant comment about making people fall in love with her. It wasn't love... it was barely more then lust. Perhaps an obsessive infatuation. Not something Donnovan would ever want to actively seek. Donnovan picked out a sleek, silver and gold bowling ball that fit his hand well enough and then took a seat as Holly decided to go first. He was too busy puzzling through how blind he was to people sometimes to really think about any strangers around them. He did look over at Zhi when he asked what Holly was looking at, and then tried to find what could have had Holly's attention but he didn't see anything worth merit. Unless you counted that Memphis' name on the screen was 'Memfish'. Charming. What has she put for Zhi, or me, I wonder... 


@Danoram @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot 


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


Keagan grinned. He loved the people who had the ability to become animals! In a lot of ways he envied them... there were plenty of moments Keagan would have loved to actually transform into a bug and see what it was like. But he preferred talking to them in the long term. Bugs were pretty easily squished and there was no way Keagan could really think of to use the transformation that didn't put him in danger of being squished or caught no matter what insect he could have become. He gazed at the girl sitting before him, recognizing her face and after a moment things clicked together. 


"I can't believe I didn't know your chi." He said, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. "Then again, you're... new too, right? I mean, even newer then me. Do I even know your name? I don't think I do..." He said with a sigh, shaking his head at himself. "Sure, Cats are pretty neat. I prefer bugs but there are still a lot of great things about cats." 


"So what are you doing out here? Don't have a mission or anything?" 


@Corgi 


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


He hated this game. Really fucking hated this game. They hadn't really done anything entirely wrong but because they were teenagers and weren't wearing the nicest clothes they were immediately the suspects. Still, he pulled out his 'cute kid' card, remaining calm because he really wanted his soup. If it weren't for the promise of the delicious food that would warm him and help him feel better he would have said 'screw it, let's go.' Maybe not quite phrased like that... Oliver watched his words around others. 


"Sorry, sir. I have a special condition and sneezing can end badly." He apologized, sounding as sincere as someone who actually felt bad. He had a lot of practice. Oliver, what did you do to that butterfly?! - Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to - You're a disgusting child, you know that? - Yeah... sorry mom. He had perfected being the sweet and innocent kid as a way of protecting himself because people did not respond to him well when they really knew him. 


"It's not dangerous... just sticky." He added after a moment with his most angelic smiles. 


@BlueInPassing @Danoram



/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Dale_S.jpg.cf2ebe9ac9a81b9795bf549285359cb5.jpgDale aka Chip - Hanging with Evey & Laze


Dale had to do a double take when Lizzy rejoined them, and had to fight the urge to cover her eyes. Dale despised anything she found tacky and Lizzy's outfit was one of the absolute tackiest things she had ever seen. She didn't comment, though. She just smiled, like she always did, and waved a hand in greeting. 


Wait, what is she shipping? Dale was a teenage girl with internet access so yeah, she knew ships and had a vague idea of faceclaims but she had no idea what Lizzy was saying. The woman might as well have been speaking another language. 


"It sounds Bueno as long as it really works." Dale agreed with a shrug, following after Lizzy. She glanced at Evey from her peripheral vision but didn't really say anything else. She had decided on not answering Evey's question considering he didn't want to look foolish and answer wrong. All of a sudden Dale just wanted to go back home and sleep some more. Or find Del and just destroy him then and there. "Is there anywhere we can get a drink?" 


@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel



View attachment 208084Niki aka Ryuu - with Valentine & Darin


Of course, leave it to Valentine to be hopeful. Niki highly doubted Darin was going to pull off that kind of miracle, but whatever he brought would probably be palatable. And her continued optimism on there not being a next time. Sorry Val, but there will be a next. There will always be a next time until I complete my mission. He smiled though, and pretended like everything would be fine. It's what she understood... she lived in a happier world and Niki would not be the one to rob her of it. And next time he'd try to remember to pick up something for her from the gift shop. 


Niki just nodded; he liked Darin well enough. The guy could be odd sometimes but Niki got along well with 'odd'. He would easily count Valentine as one of his closest friends and she was one of the oddest people out there. She was also genuine, though. She was always exactly who she wanted to be and that was something Niki loved about her. 


Valentine's response to the drink had Niki's brows furrowing slightly in confusion. Okay, even odd for Valentine wasn't like... drunk odd. She was usually 'high off life' and always happy but this was weird even for her. He couldn't really put his finger on what was off, though. "What is it?" Niki asked, wondering if it was just that good of a drink. He accepted it and gave a tentative sip, having only smelled the strong tea when he had inhaled. There was an oddly bitter taste but Niki had never touched alcohol either. "It's... good..." He said, though he wasn't immediately washed over with the giddy feelings that Valentine apparently was enjoying. "Seems like regular tea. You aren't... allergic to tea, are you?" Val was having a weird response. Niki knew she was. But he would never even consider Darin having spiked a drink because he thought better of Darin. And besides, why spike Valentine's drink? So Niki was left seeking other possibilities. 


"Here, take a few sips of mine. It's amazing, too." Niki gave Valentine a winning smile, pushing his drink towards her. 


@NyxNightmare @SirBlazeALot


((Peyton is stalking the cute crew ,Umm is doing her own thing, Sean is off looking for other Spectres, Male-ony is checking on Jurriaan))

 

[SirBlazeALot]

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


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


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Brax, Leon, Mori, & Spade[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The terror that struck Del in his God given soul can only accurately be summarized by the yellow bellied scream that erupted from his vocal chords as a sword crashed through the wall behind him and nearly gave him a hole in the throat.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He nearly jumped ten feet into the air, but he quickly began to relax and catch his breath (again!) at the sound of Spade’s voice.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Ah...ah... ahahahahaha… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]whew![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Okay! Wow [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]so, you’ve definitely…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del’s laughter was more out of hysterical relief than finding Spade’s little prank funny (quite the opposite actually) but he used it as an opportunity to exercise that trademark charisma via self deprecation. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“...definitely shaved a few years off my life with that one~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he teased with light laughter and made a chopping motion with his arm. Del added,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “And I may or may not have pissed my pants. But aside from all that, good to see ya buddy!”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]But before he could drag Leon’s unconscious body over to Spade so they could sail away on a magic spirit cloud to safety, two things happened. First, the Spectres showed up, stretchy guy and throwy girl. Shortly afterward, Leon woke up. And of course, threatened him. Del rolled his eyes and replied, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]C’mon guy[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]… that’s no way to treat a friend is it?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He muttered in a low voice.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I hope you take the saying, ‘the enemy of my enemy’ to heart, because the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tigers [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]did [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]all of this [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]just so[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] you[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] could go home to East District as a show of good faith toward [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]your[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Elders from [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]mine[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. You can believe me and come with us, or stay here and suffer whatever wrath the Spectres have in store for you, just make your decision quickly because time is in SHORT SUPPLY!!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Del rapidly threw the two shuriken in the pockets of his hoodie, one for Brax and one for Mori. Throwing two at a time was difficult for Del when it came to aiming, so he sort of just threw them and let fate decide the rest. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Spade, let’s go!!”[/SIZE]





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


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Chikage’s destroyed building[/SIZE]


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Summer didn’t think much of this guy initially. At first he seemed no different from other Tigers. He had that pompous sense of superiority masked behind good manners and the kind of grating confidence that only a rich kid could possess. On top of that, he had the nerve to be wearing a fedora and actually say, “milady”, to which Summer responded to by opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue, and pointing into it as if the word had made her incredibly nauseous. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]However, her opinion quickly changed and she found her stomach dropping as Rocchi introduced himself as not just [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]any [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tiger, but the Elder of the White Tigers. One thing everyone in any gang in Shima eventually learns: Elders are [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]not [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]to be underestimated. They’re the Elder for a reason. Their intelligence is matched only by their power. It was a good thing she brought three people along, but would that even be enough for someone who “sped up” the inevitable destruction of a building. Following Cato’s lead, she introduced herself with a scoff. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ugh...I’m Limelight. Have you ever like, thought like, maybe your loser friends got like, their asses kicked for like, fucking with us first? Just the other day some Tiger creep tried to like, fucking stab me or something!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She folded her arms and smiled smugly. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So if like, one of your friends has like, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]severe burns[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], tell him I said hey~”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What is this, a fucking meet and greet!?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad exclaimed in disbelief. The one person among them who had never fought with an Elder OR heard the stories (due to never hanging out with any Spectres) about them. As far as he was concerned, this was a golden opportunity to take out the leader of the White Tigers. It was a three on one, and yet all Cato and Summer seemed to wanna do was chat him up. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Sorry [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shrek[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px],”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he turned to Chikage. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I don’t see a point in introducing myself to a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]dead man[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad took a fighting stance in front of Summer and Cato.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I’m not scared of you [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]OR[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] your spoiled [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]White Pussies[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! One way or another, we’re gonna find Jurriaan, but you? Your friends can visit what’s left of you in the morgue!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asad turned his head to the side to glare at Summer and Cato despite his eyes being invisible through the visor of his helmet.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “You two just gonna stand and watch, or what?! ‘Cause I’ll take him myself if you don’t have the stomach for it...” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he turned back to face Chikage and snarled, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“And you call yourselves [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]gangsters[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…”[/SIZE]









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


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


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ it With: Nobody[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Damn, so, it had been a really good idea to go back to the Survivor. The whole time she was running there all Iza could think about was her disappointment that Melony, or Male-ony I suppose, wasn’t coming along with her, and her behavior around him was still fresh in her mind. She was equal parts embarrassed and confused that he’d managed to make her all flustered what with his sexy abs and… dreamy eyes! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ugh! WHY!?[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]It just wasn’t like her to get all flustered like that. She’d seen Cato’s abs many [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]many [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]times since he doesn’t seem to be too fond of shirts, and Mel had never given her the melting feeling she had in her knees when she was a female, so what was the problem now?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]But all of her raging hormonal thoughts ceased when she reached the burning Survivor. Her mouth dropped agape and she whispered,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “No…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Iza sped into a sprint and when she reached the base of the building, she used everything she had left to grow to her maximum height. How long she would be able to maintain it, she had no clue. The giant girl began to scan the windows of the building for people trapped on the upper floors. Luckily Spade had lured most of the Spectres outside. One of the windows shattered and she heard a voice yelling for her.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Fly!! Over here!!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Iza’s large eyes shifted up toward the window and she held her palm out for the Spectres to hop on, one of which was holding Keimi’s new fish. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hurry!!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]  [/SIZE]





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


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


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Whether he knew it or not, Donni just dropped a major bomb on Memphis. He had never seriously considered his future after high school. Memphis is the type of guy who lives in the now and his thoughts toward the future were short sighted, much like any other normal teenager. A life out of high school was beyond his perception. In fact, as far as he knew, there would be nothing [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]but [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]the Dragons after this. No one in his family had ever gone to college, none of them had an impressive resume, and so none of them have ever properly instilled the importance of these Earthly tethers in him. “Properly” being the keywords, because they sure loved to talk about them. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Stay in school, Memphis”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], they would say, even though they did not. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Get a degree, Memphis,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] they would say, even though none of them had ever received one. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Don’t be like your father, Memphis,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] they would say, even though he was slain in his youth; he didn’t even reach his 30’s. It was all direction without purpose. The only aspect of his life he’d ever found purpose in was the Blue Dragons. And here Donni was, joining the choir of pressure and doubt that sang into his ears from the time he awoke in the morning to the time he slept at night. But it was different. Hearing words like “resume” from his family was par for the course. But hearing it from another teenager was something else. The fact that this teenager was also a Blue Dragon and only a year ahead of him only further extended the blast radius of Donni’s bomb. Deep within his soul, Memphis felt as if his childhood was an hourglass ready to flip after the last few grains fell to the other end.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wasted time…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he repeated with a slow and rhythmic nod of his head. He could almost hear the seconds of his life tick tick ticking away. One second he was the elder of the Blue Dragons, the next he was in college, the next he was married, the next he was watching his daughter be married, and the next he was dead. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wasted [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]time[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The thunderous roar of Holly’s strike brought him back to present day and Memphis found himself clapping enthusiastically for Holly despite her narcissistic display of skill. His own name, or Holly’s nickname, was next on the screen. Destiny called. Memphis clapped his hands together and stood up like a superhero ready to save the day. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] gonna be hard to follow~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he smirked at Holly and made a fish face at her as he selected a ball. Initially he was going to choose a blue one for obvious reasons, but he selected red because… you know. Blending in and whatnot. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Memphis gave her the benefit of the doubt, but something told him that Holly had a lot more experience with bowling than she let on. Which to him was, at this point, Holly’s greatest offense of the day. If he were in her shoes and was some kind of master bowler, he automatically would have taken up the role of sensei toward everyone else to help them improve their game, as opposed to competing against them as if they stood a chance against beating him. However, he knew Holly didn’t exactly get along with Zhi and Donni, and she was outnumbered in terms of ideology. This was probably the most time she had spent hanging out with these two. He knew for sure this was the most time he had ever spent in Holly’s presence. He couldn’t help but think that that was why Tsu brought them together. To close the distance between them. Was this some sort of bonding exercise disguised as a mission that Tsu had sent them on due to Holly’s outburst?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Only time would tell, and time wouldn’t march on unless he bowled. So Memphis boldly walked up to the alley and stared down the pins as if they had slaughtered his entire village. He let out a little breath as his fingers slid into the holes of the ball. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright M. You got this…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he muttered to himself. His eyebrows furrowed as if he were glaring at the men who had killed his father. He swung his arm backward, and like a pendulum he swung it back forward and released the heavy ball. As soon as it slammed against the wood it rolled straight forward before making a gradual turn into the gutter. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He stared blankly at the ball as it rolled away into oblivion. Not a single pin down but he had one more chance to redeem himself. Without even realizing it, Memphis’s Chi rapidly sped him toward the balls and then back to the alley. Another deep breath. His arm flew back before rolling the heavy ball onto the alley once more. Though the bowling ball was progressing slower now, it managed to avoid the gutters and rolled its way toward the outermost pin, scoring Memphis a single point against the X that marked Holly’s screen. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]NO WAY[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Memphis shouted in disbelief and glee as he turned back toward the group of upperclassmen.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Did you guys see that!?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He pointed back enthusiastically toward the nine standing pins left.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I HIT A PIN[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Yes. That was the first bowling pin Memphis Marsh had ever managed to hit in his entire life. [/SIZE]







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


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


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Aller--[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]PFFFFFFFT![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Valentine bowed her head on to the table and did that… I actually don’t know how to describe it but you know when people laugh silently? Like they suppress it and just shut their eyes and teeth really tight and let their laughter out in the form of little breaths from their nose and mouth? That’s what Valentine was doing until she looked back up at Nicki. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“...ah-[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]PFFFFFFT[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She only managed to maintain eye contact briefly, and as if she found something absolutely fucking hilarious about his face, she leaned back over and did her best to suppress her giddy giggles. After a deep breath she looked back up and reached across the table to put her hand over Niki’s. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Niki… Niki… N-N-Niki! D-Do you, Do you [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]know[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], how much tea I drink on a daily basis?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She  asked rhetorically, revealing that Niki’s question was what had her in stitches. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I-I-I-I bet, I bet if you CUT me open...”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Val made a violent slashing motion with her hand on the word “cut”, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I bet I would…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she snickered and struggled to say through her teeth, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“...I bet I would [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]bleed[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] tea. That’s how, th-that’s how into [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]tea[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] I am, Niki,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Once she got all of the giggles out of her, she sat up straight and cooed, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“That was a good one Niki. Pft~! Allergic to tea...”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Valentine accepted Niki’s drink and unintentionally took a hefty sip of it. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh my…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she exclaimed after she had swallowed the chocolatey liquid… before helping herself to another sip. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]my[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~! That. Is. Tasty~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She pushed Niki’s drink back over to him and commented, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Chocolate is the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]best [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]isn’t it? It’s just… th-th-the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]best[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~! But you know what? You know what Niki? Niki, Niki, Niki….[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Niki[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]...I would take [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]you[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] over chocolate [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]any[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] day~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Valentine took her drink back and took another sip. By speaking to him, she had probably awakened the innate power of the alcohol he just consumed, though Niki would only experience a fraction of the turn up that Valentine was currently experiencing. He only had a sip. Valentine was currently gulping down the entire drink.[/SIZE]





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


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


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

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy answered Evey’s question about faceclaims with a nonverbal and idiotically exaggerated smile as she walked around the two of them, studying each and every aspect of their physique as she bullshitted a clever response. Luckily she didn’t have to actually come up with one, because Dale was there and made it known that she was down for whatever, but more importantly she allowed her to conveniently change the subject. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Lizzy slunk behind Dale and wrapped her arms around her waist. With her lips dangerously close to Dale’s ear she whispered, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Now is not the time for drinks. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That comes later[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px].”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] And added in I guess what constitutes as a playful tone seeing as it was followed by a series of giggles, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Shuh the fuck up~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She released Dale from her creepy ass grip and lazily walked in front of the two of them backward with a slouch and the kind of shifty eye contact reminiscent of one who doesn’t get out of the house much. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright so yo, check it. Your little fuckboi ass fuckin’ bitch ass fuck already knows what your secksee ass looks like right mate?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lizzy focused her uncomfortable eye contact with Dale and continued, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“But you guys were drunk and shit so like chances are his dumbass doesn’t even remember what the fuck you look like and shit. HOWEVER, we still gotta like, like,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Lizzy waved her hands in front of Dale’s face before finishing her thought, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Change [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]you up and shit ya know? With makeup and shit. And a wig. Obvi. You can’t be walkin’ up to this fuckin’ uncultured ass fuck ass fuck with the same hair color and shit! That shit ain’t gonna fly, ya kn--”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Lizzy bumped into a random person. That’s what happens when you walk backward and stuttered out an apology. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“M-M-My bad...” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The dude just kind of went about his business but Lizzy muttered to herself,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Fuckin’... [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I’m uncultured[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] with a glare before continuing. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“And you! You sexy little butt butt~”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Lizzy cooed as her fingers jutted out to aggressively tickle Evey in the stomach. She snapped her hand back to herself as if Evey’s abs were made of hot lava. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You met this uncultured ass assin’ [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]ass[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] fuckboi too, right? Wait a minute…[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] shit[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px].”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Lizzy stopped dead in her tracks and folded her arms. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright, so yo, check this out, I wasn’t there for any of that shit right? So like I need to know [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]exactly[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] what the fuck you guys did last night so I can do the thing. Ya know? I can’t be going in this all [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]half cocked[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] and shit.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Lizzy snickered immaturely and muttered to herself, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cock[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]…lul...”[/SIZE]





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


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glasper’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] waiting for Evey to get home.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Tsu[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in one of the training rooms in Ascension calling the Dragons that didn’t show up to the meeting.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Vlad[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is shopping for fish accessories with Keimi. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Gigi[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in lesbian hibernation. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vaughn [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is being a degenerate with Steph. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Harley [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is humoring Amélie with Jed. Everyone else is pretty irrelevant and can be dropped in for whatever y’all need if they’re needed or something. ([/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]T.K.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cielo[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Wit[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px])[/SIZE]

 

[Danoram]

Audence "Puppet Master" Valor








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








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Audence had already caught onto the mess he made when their pretty waitress began to cry, but because he felt that he'd already passed the point of no return, there didn't seem much room to apologize and make things better.


     The way he saw it, if someone did to him what he did to her... Well, let's just say he'd have handled it waaay differently. There's no way this chick was going to let them off easily. And to make matters worse, the manager made his approach.


     He stared angrily at Audence, kneeling down beside his employee with a hand on her shoulder, "Would anyone like to tell me what is going on here?" he asked, looking towards Russ as the guy started on about how this situation was but a simple misunderstanding; though, he didn't seem to have much backing that up.


     As expected, Audence didn't catch Russ' signal. He remained quiet and kept his focus on the manager in case he tried to pull a fast one and attack. While he knew the probability of that happening to be somewhat low, he also knew that the human brain works in strange ways.


     You can never be too careful. Especially in a place like Shinobi City.


     Oliver ended up providing them with some info on his personal problems regarding the sticky substance gluing the waitress' foot to the floor, but it didn't really help. Not sure if that's what he was trying to do or not. In fact, it might have only pissed the manager off even more.


     He stood to his feet, helping the woman up, and pointed at each of Audence, Russ, and Oliver, stating, "I will not tolerate my employees being harassed-"


     Audence interrupted, "Harassed?!" He spit in laughter and dropped down into his seat, arms crossed. They were not harassing this woman. She was the one who approached them and decided she was going to rudely eavesdrop on their conversation. Grant it, Audence shouldn't have been talking about what he had been, but that's besides the point.


     "We were nooot... harassing... your employees, dude. The chick wouldn't leave after I ordered a water, and she was listening to what I was trying to tell my friend here. It made me uncomfortable, and this guy noticed-" Audence pointed at Russ, directing the manager's attention for a second, then continued, "So he took up for me. That's it... As far as her current state... I tried to offer my help, but she didn't want it and raised a hand like she was gonna slap me. I shouldn't have to sit here and explain myself to you after being treated so poorly, to be honest."


     With what the blond had to say, the manager now appeared confused. None of this was making much sense to him, but he was losing interest anyways. He only wanted to free the waitress' foot from the floor so that he could assign her to another table, and instead deal with the three muskrats himself.


     "Okay. Alright... let's calm down and clear our heads. Now, I apologize for my employee's behavior- I truly am, and believe that she, too, is regretful of the way this has turned out. We don't often experience problems like this in my restaurant. But... because you feel that you have been poorly serviced, I am willing to treat you, myself. Yes?" As the manager spoke, the waitress grew a look of disappointment. She knew what had happened, and it wasn't fair the way it was described. The ones apologizing should have been Audence, Russ, and Oliver, but because the customer is always right, it was her boss.


     Audence appeared slightly interested in the man's offer, puckering his bottom lip while nodding his head. He looked at Oliver and Russ to see what they thought, then shrugged, "Sure."


     The manager smiled awkwardly, waiting, then spoke, "It would be much appreciated if you could... free her foot... if one of you don't mind..."






@RubyRose @BlueInPassing


Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn










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



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     For some reason, Nixon found himself being overly conscious of the fact that he and Lyre were holding hands on the way to Kokoro's Sushi. He seemed awkwardly concerned with how small hers was compared to his own, when usually things like that don't even cross his mind.


     I mean, why hadn't the same thought arisen when he and Vixa were holding hands?


     At Lyre's offer to pay for his food, he smiled and raised his free hand, stating casually, "It's cool, I can pay for mine, myself, but thanks." 



Then, towards Vixa's reaction, he let out a low chuckle, wondering how something so simple could bring her to tears. It was a bit of an eye-opener to the typical: "girls are emotional" stereotype; though, because he's sympathetic it makes it okay. Nixon doesn't judge.


     His expression lit up as they neared the noodle shop and he released Lyre's hand, holding the door for Vixa, then followed the both of them in. A bell above the door signaled their arrival, to which an elderly man behind a fancy island bar turned to greet them, smiling kindly at Lyre. 


     Nixon went straight for a seat in one of the stools and let out a long sigh, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand while leaning forward and staring up at the digital menu boards. He browsed the drinks, more specifically the teas, then focused on the owner.


     Snapping a finger, he exclaimed, "Oh yeah! Pops, do you recall me carrying my bag in here this morning? My phone and everything else is in it, so it's important that I find it." 


The man shook his head at Nixon and laughed, "How many times have you done this now, son?" He turned away and disappeared through a door leading deeper into the shop, saying, "Just a second, I'll see if Nina put it up. If it's not there, then I don't know what to tell ya." And Nixon nodded, now sitting up straight with his fingers interlocked and resting on the counter. 


     Before long, the owner returned with Nixon's bag in hand, and the boy hopped out of his chair, jaw dropping, "Aww man! Heck yeah! I just knew it would be here, you know?...." He reached for the bag and took it with a hug as it was handed to him over the counter. A huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders at that moment, hunger suddenly waving over him, in which he sat back down and groaned, "Finally I can have some peace of mind... Let's go with some- uhhh... Hit me up with some Oolong.



@RubyRose @NyxNightmare


Joe "Just A Mechanic" Finchum



Location: (South District) Stealing mailboxes | Interacting/Mentioned: Quinn


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Hearing Quinn say what she did -- to go hard or go home, I mean -- Joe's eyes slowly widened. She drew to a stop, a cigarette lousily drooping from her bottom lip, held only by the stick of her saliva having dried to the filter by the wind. 


     As a smile formed on her expression, she turned to face the other girl. Her cigarette dropped, but it didn't hit the ground, though, because she was quick to catch it. "That... is... such a good idea! Quinn!?"


     Joe opened her arms, looking like she was about to hug Quinn, then placed her hands over her face and pulled down, sharply inhaling in a manner that made it sound like she was squealing, or maybe mocking a bird of some sort. "This just got so much more exciting!... You know, if I knew one- a big word, I would use it to describe you right now." 


     The only problem with the girl's idea was how many mailboxes they would be looking to steal if their goal really was to target everyone. Joe pondered the thought for a second. To her, anyone from the gang is family, but there are still those whom she's closer with, making them much better targets than the ones she's met and spoken to only once or twice.


     "Aight... Tell ya what..." Joe pointed at Quinn with her cigarette. "We'll swap the mailboxes of the people we know best. Like, how I chose Vaughn and Remiel. Get it?" She held the cigarette between her lips in order to slip off her beanie real quick and brush a hand through her hair, afterwards putting it back on and continuing to speak.


     "People like Evey and Suz, too. They would be funny. But I ain't really feelin' pushin' Audence's buttons... though, I don't think he actually has a mailbox. Either way, we absolutely have to get Remiel..." Joe laughed, "Like... he'll never know the difference unless the mailbox we swap his out with opens diferently. The guy's blind for heaven's sake."



@Corgi







(The others are soon to come! Just figured I'd get these three out and over with!)

 

[Danoram]

Archie "Cock" Babcock



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



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Retrieving the stranger's cell phone number was, hopefully, a total success for Archie. He had a feeling growing deep inside him that it was, but one can never be sure. His luck was really out to make things right today. And though it was unusual, he was not going to complain. 


     "Glad it was no burden, yeah?" Archie chuckled, taking his phone back and shoving it down into his pocket without checking the number. He would give it a quick dial here soon to see if anything happens.


     As of right now, he was more concerned with where Noose came from and why. With chaos apparently erupting in the West, he couldn't help but instinctively assume him a member of some gang, especially with a name like Noose. I mean, personally, that sounds more like a threat to me than it does an introduction.


     Noose brought up Archie's urgent business again, and the Australian expressed a face that said he had no idea what the guy was talking about, making something of a duck face for a split before he suddenly clapped and smiled, "Aaaahaha! Yeh, yeh! Thanks fah tha remindah, mate! I 'ave to- uuuh..." Archie scanned the alley really quick, spotting a mural of a kitten graffitied to the side of a building behind Noose, then narrowed his eyes, "Feed my cat."


     Such an excuse had a laugh welling up in his throat, and he couldn't help but let it out. He cupped a hand over his mouth and turned away, holding his other hand up at Noose to excuse himself. 


     When he was finished, Archie straightened his posture and scratched the back of his head with an apologetic smile, "Sorreh 'bout that- Heh~ It sounds like a joke, so it's hard fah me to... keep my..." For a second, he lost himself in thought, gazing down at the ground with a stern expression as he bit his bottom lip. His brow furrowed. Then he swat the air and shrugged, "Ah fuck et. I used ta know tha word- Anyways... how 'bout it?" he asked. "Are ya still inchested?"



@RubyRose


Nakazajo "Raging Ogre" Chikage


Location: (West District) Destroyed building | Interacting/Mentioned: Asad, Cato, & Summer



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     Chikage rubbed at his chin like an old man does his beard when the blond Terminator stepped up to say something. He didn't entirely agree with the guy's assumption because their goal was not to kidnap a load of Spectres for blackmail. It was simply to rescue the Dragon that had, allow me to emphasize it when I say this, been abducted by the Spectres, I repeat: the Spectres. 


     If anyone was to be labeled in the act of kidnapping, it was not the Tigers. 


Even so, the Leader simply nodded his head to the side and hummed, "You could say that. I won't correct you or tell you that you're wrong, but... I just want to say that I am very pleased with your choice of an alias. It really suits you." He cleared his throat. "Besides that... I wouldn't say I'm strictly here to talk to someone- anyone, really... I am simply touring the area."


     Chikage was spitting nonsense left and right. Sure, he's very intelligent -- But strategic? I wouldn't give it a bulletin in his personality description, but sure, he can be. His biggest concern was keeping these three distracted until further notice from Delson and the others.


     Hopefully that time would come soon.


     Summer's introduction expectedly earned a more enthusiastic reaction from the Elder. He was intrigued by her alias, and it showed, what with how he perked up a smile. It was soon lost, though, once he heard that some of his members were supposedly doing what he had just accused their members to be doing.


     Something wasn't right. 


Thinking back on it, Emerald, Elder of the Blue Dragons, was claiming the same thing. Chikage furrowed a brow with concern. He couldn't help but feel worried for the near future, and grew an urge to speak with Felicita.


Still crouching down, his attention was immediately directed towards the helmet-guy, who was much less than pleased with their current way of handling this situation. He started with childish yelling, then went straight for name-calling, in which Chikage placed a sarcastic hand to his heart as a way of expressing his offense. Of course, we all know he could care less about what a measly male Spectre's opinion of him reads.


     Aside from this, Chikage could tell that their encounter with one another was not going to end with them all shaking hands. The helmet-guy was too stubborn. While he knew it would be wrong to go against his preachings to the others, he also knew to always leave room for a loophole. Chikage had enforced that they fight only if it is completely necessary. In this case... it might be. Also, he's been craving a good throw down recently. Too much stress has been building up, and as a man of importance, it's always good to let some of that stress go, right?


     No, no, no!


The leader bit his tongue and sighed. He stared at Asad blankly, thinking about how relieving it would feel to take the guy's head and crush it and his silly little helmet between Chikage's two bare hands. It was tempting, but he felt proud of himself for managing to hold back for this long. 


Forcing a smile, Chikage stood to his feet with his hands in his pockets, "This Jurriaan fellow... You two are close?" he asked, still trying to stall.


@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel

 

[RubyRose]

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


On the contrary, it was quite the burden. Giving your number to someone you seriously didn't know? What happens if the person ends up being some crazy stalker or something? And with a name like 'Cock' all of Jaspar's alarm bells should have been going off. But they weren't. Which, in turn, should have sent off red flags. Also not, though. If Jaspar were entirely himself he may have been worried but Archie's chi was affecting him. Still, when the question was asked Jaspar just nodded in a rather 'professional' manner which meant that he moved his head in short, sharp bobs instead of a nod that used his whole neck. 


"The urgent matter is to feed your cat...?" Okay, that was weird. And Archie's laughter. It should have bothered him. But instead Jaspar found himself chuckling along with the pink haired man because it just felt right to. "I don't see it as a joke. I suppose, if it's regular for you to forget to feed your cat, it is quite urgent when you remember." Minor jab at Archie's memory, there, but Jaspar didn't feel it was wrong to say. 


"I don't have anything better to do." He said with a shrug. "Besides, I am a cat person." No, no he wasn't. He was not an animal person in the slightest. He didn't like hair on his clothing, nor how annoying any animal could be with making noises and leaving messes. A part of Jaspar's mind was automatically searching for the word Cock couldn't find earlier; he would have offered it if he had even an inkling of what it was the other man was trying to say. But he didn't have a clue.


"The real question is whether you still want to keep me around." Jaspar pointed out with a shrug.  


@Danoram




View attachment 218327Lyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - At the Noodle Place - In the Bathroom staring into a mirror


Glad that Nixon had found his bag and seemed a little calmer now, Lyre took a seat at the table and ran her fingers through her hair, sighing when they came into contact with her horns. For a moment, Lyre's hand continued to slide up until it reached the tip of her horn, and then settled her hands back on the table. She was still glad that Nixon had made the wish, but she really hated that he had to. Hated that she was such a burden that she needed a wish from her friends so that she could just do the mission. 


"Nixon, we really need to figure out a way for you to remember your bag." She knew how often this had happened, though she rarely came with when Nixon came to fetch his bag. Lyre really did try to avoid going into public. And she wasn't quite sure what had changed her mind that day. Vixa coming along? Just wanting to spend more time with Nixon? She always enjoyed being around her best friend, but usually not enough to warrant her braving the outside world full of wishing people. 


"Maybe we should just get you a bag that you don't set down?" She offered, tapping a finger against her chin while she thought. She was beginning to find that she really wasn't all that hungry after all, and questioned if she was even going to order anything. She would, of course, still pay for Vixa's meal but she felt a little sick to the stomach from stressing herself out. It didn't help that a mother and daughter came in a few moments later and the little girl pointed and asked what was wrong with the girl with blue skin. She had thought sitting in the corner would help but apparently she still stuck out like a sore thumb. Excusing herself a moment, she gave Nixon and Vixa her attempt at a smile. It came out just plain sad.


"I'll be right back." She said, before heading to the restroom. Lyre stood there, staring at her gray/blue skin and her unhappy reflection. The dark haired girl usually avoided reflective surfaces in this form, but decided to take a moment to try and understand what other people saw when they looked at her. "A monster." She reasoned, gazing at the devil like horns that curled out of her hair and made her a few inches taller though she still usually didn't have to duck through doorways. "How can Nix find this beautiful? Or Vixa find it... 'cool.'" She folded her arms over the sink and rested her chin on them, forcing down the negative emotions welling up inside of her as she forced herself to keep looking. "What does he see that makes it different?" She wanted to understand. More then anything she wanted to see it, too, but it was like all she could see were the horns and that her skin wasn't the right color.


@Danoram @NyxNightmare



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


For a moment Oliver thought they were going to get kicked out of the restaurant! How bad ass would it be to actually be cool enough that you were told to leave? The only problem was that he really did want his soup... When the manager came over and asked what was going on, Oliver looked to Russ and Audence. They were the oldest here so Oliver immediate thought it would be them that took care of the problem. He wasn't disappointed.


Today, Oliver felt like he had made a few friends. Maybe a light version of the word, yet still a word he would use to describe Audence and Russ. The older blonde handled things absolutely beautifully. And in Oliver's opinion he was absolutely right. The blue eyed boy was of the mind that they didn't owe anyone an apology anyway. In fact, he thought that the manager's offer to serve them was entirely deserved. 


When he asked them to free her foot, Oliver gave a mischievous smile. "I know how to handle this, guys." He said brightly, bounding out of the chair and hitting the floor a little hard. "Knives are a super bad idea on this." He added as he began pulling at the edges that were connected to the waitresses show and leg. It took a little finger work, but he was eventually able to free her foot. Now, if someone else had tried to do that their hands would have just gotten stuck... but that same thing in his chi that allows him to stick to walls and spit web means that the web doesn't stick to him. Once the waitress had pulled her foot free, Oliver wadded the nasty snot web up into a ball and tossed it into the nearest garbage. He was lucky he didn't miss... or well, the manager was lucky he didn't miss.


"So how soon until our food gets here?" He inquired, feeling like he had just done the manager and his friends a great service. Of course it was around then that another coughing fit hit him, though, and he hid his face in his shirt not to spread germs everywhere. 


@BlueInPassing @Danoram




/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Dale_S.jpg.cf2ebe9ac9a81b9795bf549285359cb5.jpgDale aka Chip - Hanging with Evey & Laze


"It is always the time for a drink." Dale groaned, giving Laze an entirely unimpressed look. She then turned her gaze on Evey. The other girl couldn't be having any more fun with Laze then she was, right? As bad as she thought Lizzie usually was, it was nothing compared to Laze. When she made eye contact with Dale and started to say fuck, ass, and bitch literally every other word Dale had to fight for her nose not to scrunch in disgust. And then she was wondering why she even bothered hiding it, and allowed her face to twist into one of total and absolute revulsion. 


"I want him to know it's me. So when I ruin him, he knows exactly who ruined him." Dale stated. At first the idea of a new outfit was great. But Dale had believed it was going to be on the side of looking hella sexy, not hiding who she was. "Does your vocabulary extend beyond fuck, ass, and bitch? Because this is getting ridiculous." She sighed. Yeah, she was getting pouty. It was Dale, this was pretty regular. Especially when she was still stressed because Evey and Glaspar were going to be a thing, and she was going to be a third wheel no matter what Evey said.


"We were at La Lune because it's a great place to get drinks. I bumped into Del and he was..." She was not going to give the man a compliment. "He bought me a drink and then invited me back to his place. Evey and Glaspar were off dancing and then a fight started or something stupid like that and Del offered us to go and since he was a Tiger I figured 'sure, yeah, let's find out where their base is.' And... some stupid stuff happened. And now I'm going to destroy him."  


@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel

Niki aka Ryuu - with Valentine & Darin


Niki had no idea how he was supposed to respond to this. He felt a little warm himself but the way Valentine was responding was boisterous... especially for her. He gave her an uncertain smile while Valentine did that weird cough laugh that almost looked like she was suffocating. She was still smiling, though, so it couldn't have been all that bad. Still, he was concerned about her and that she was laughing so hard over something that even Niki couldn't see humor in was concerning him. When she placed her hand over his, he looked down at it and then back over at her. 


After he had taken a sip of her drink, that expansion of warmth was beginning to muddle his own mind. The concern he had begun to feel over Valentine began to fade ever so slightly and he smiled a little more widely. "That's good, Val. I would take you over most things any day." Niki replied, tone warm. The day felt a little bit better and for the first time since Niki got out of the hospital he completely relaxed. "We have got to know what Darin gave you, though. If it makes everyone this happy it should be something shared with the world." He said with a soft laugh of his own. He took another sip of his own drink which somehow seemed to taste better then it had before. 


"You know what else is the best, Val?" Niki inquired, playfully nudging his friend. "Having you to hang out with after getting out of the hospital. You're just... the most amazing friend." 


"Did we have plans on somewhere to go after this?" He really didn't want to go home anytime soon. Niki hadn't seen his mother at all since that first night in the hospital and he still didn't want to see her. In fact, he was actually of the mind to start getting in even more training time to defeat her. Sparring wasn't typically a think to do with Val, though; and that was fine. He never felt like a moment spent with her was wasted in the slightest. 


@NyxNightmare @SirBlazeALot


((Peyton is stalking the cute crew ,Umm is doing her own thing, Sean is off looking for other Spectres, Male-ony is checking on Jurriaan, Jed is with Harley and Amelie, Eliza is hanging out with Emelia, Keagan is hanging out with Lucy, Donnovan is bowling with Zhi, Holly, and Memphis ))

 

[NyxNightmare]

Darin/Alvaro-Black Cobras/Member
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Darin couldn't wait to see the look on Niki's face; the guy should be head over heels by now. Taking his phone from his pocket he grabbed a cup of coffee for himself to further enjoy this moment. He would definitely be uploading this to the page. Making his way back out into the dining area, he noticed several customers were already giggling and trying to sneak some video of Niki and Val's table. Oh Darin, you have outdone yourself! Holding back a devilish grin, he made his way over, and when he did he stopped dead in his tracks. W-w-w-w-WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??!! He screamed mentally. Oh yes, he had really outdone himself this time alright. His grip around the coffee cup had loosened, and it almost fell out of his hand, forcing him to break back into his senses again.

Dammit. Were the cups switched? But somehow they both look affected. Placing his hands on Valentine's shoulders he squeezed them gently. "Valentine sweetie, how are you feeling? You seem a little..." Little was an understatement at this point.Reaching for the girl's tea cup, he took a small sip, eyes widening as he set it back down. Damn I forgot how strong that was. Glancing back and forth between the two he came to a small realization. Woah...wait. Were these two alcohol virgins??!! He couldn't decide whether to film this moment or not. But one thing was certain. The two were attracting too much attention. Darin thought it would be as simple as Niki making an ass out of himself, then he would faint, and then Darin would swoop in to his aid like the awesome pretend brother he is. Sold. But clearly fate had other plans. Taking some money out of his pocket he placed it on the table. "Okay, okay, you know what? I'm taking off early. Why don't I take you both for a little spin huh? Think you might have OD'd on tea." He chuckled with a slight tenseness to his voice as he ushered Niki and Valentine out the door. Which was, a chore itself. But if that was difficult, try getting them into his car. He could hear one of the managers whining about his sudden dipping, but he pretended not to hear it. It wasn't unusual for Darin to disappear suddenly. Because he brought in the majority of the customers, nobody really complained whenever he did as he pleased.


 Niki seemed to be transitioning at a slower rate, so Darin figured he must not have had much. But Valentine...he wasn't completely sure what she might do now that she was this drunk. She was already laughing so much he thought she might pass out from lack of breathing. Unlocking the doors to his car, he ushered them into the back.


So, his plan had backfired. Now he had a drunk princess in the back, and a tipsy Niki who just got out of the hospital and was still having a little trouble getting places on his own. Slipping into the driver's seat he took off his wig and tossed it to to the side. Then he let out that long sigh he had been holding, then laughter. Did he regret anything? Not a damn thing. Pulling out his phone, he messaged Audence. He sure as hell wasn't going to be stuck babysitting alone. He had to take full advantage of this situation. "Hey Valentine, do me a favor, why don't you take a lot of selfies with Niki? And send them to me later. You know, so I can upload them to the page labeled best tea time or whatever." Right, er...something like that. Proof of his failed plan taking a path towards redemption. 


-Text to Audence: Aye, Audie where you at? Niki just got out of the hospi, thought we could celebrate~ I'll come to you- 


Anyone knew if Darin was messaging you, he probably had fucked some shit up and was looking for something to keep up his thrill high.Darin had received his fair share of rejections, but he wasn't boring company, so most people didn't mind having him join in whatever they were up to. He left Val out on purpose. Darin knew Audence wasn't the best around most girls. And here he had a quite wound up Val who might throw some compliments his way out of politeness that would make him embarrassed or uncomfortable. He figured things could get hilarious with a surprise, hilarious enough to upload to the gang's page. Little did he know he could be hitting the jackpot of anti-girl-ness. 


@SirBlazeALot @Danoram @RubyRose

(Yes, I am sorry, but not sorry. Have taken the initiative to make this awkward scene happen muahahaha)

Iris/Crimson Avenger-Black Cobras/Second in Command
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Iris could feel her tummy rumbling. Rumbling only noodles could satisfy. Taking a strand, she held it above her as she dropped it into her mouth. She narrowed her eyes slightly as Remiel mentioned the voicemail. It was rather strange for a leader of the gang to ignore a call. Bringing her phone into her hands once more, Iris flipped through her contacts before selecting the second in command of the Spectres. She already had a sinking feeling in her stomach, and it wasn't the hunger. Setting the speaker on...  


*Ring...Ring....Ring...You have reached-* 


"Voicemail too." Iris bit her lip with curiosity. Something bad must have happened. Whether it was something serious, Iris couldnt be sure. She figured she wasn't like most second-in-commands for thinking of the well-being of other gangs. It wasn't that she cared personally for them. But she was a bit of a cultural anthropology guru. She believed that the standing of the other three gangs affected the Cobras. Just like keeping the balance of a building set on four pillars. Knock one off and things were bound to get messy. Besides, they were going to discuss a possible alliance with the Spectres. If something had happened to the Cardinal and the second-in-command, the entire gang might blow up with some sort of power struggle. So many variables could go wrong. Twirling the wooden spoon in the air, Iris proposed, "We could bring the pasta to Cardinal? I'm sure we would be back in time for Suzumaki's party too." Although the preposition might have sounded odd, she was completely serious. If they couldn't come to the pasta party, why not bring the party to them?  "It's your choice ultimately. I'm fine with whatever you choose to do." And she really was. Her loyalty to Remiel was die-hard strong. If he commanded her to end her life, she would. She never had a real life before joining the gang. Her life was the gang, and she would do anything for it. But she knew Remiel would never tell her to do anything too reckless or life-threatening. 


    @theglassangel  

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

 

[hosaki]

Hayley Fang
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"Ramen Rider" | Member of Red Specters
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Location: Near the Survivor


Interacting With: Aidan, Allie, Aya

There was a unusual acrid scent to the air as they drove closer, but in her determination, Hayley would have remained unaware if Aya had not told her to stop. She braked, confused and irritated as to the reason for this delay. “What?” She flipped up her visor and glanced around, not expecting to see anything of importance. “What is it?” It was only when she craned her neck that she saw flickering flames amidst a billowing column of smoke, the ashes of their beloved Survivor dispersing to the winds. For a full moment, her mind refused to comprehend the image. Was this all a dream, one of the many apocalyptic scenarios that occasionally came to visit her in her sleep?


Aya seemed to be the only real thing here – but then again, his face had a vague familiar strangeness that was so characteristic of the people who often populated her dreams. Like he was someone she knew, but the features didn't really click.


“I- ” She closed her eyes in an attempt to gather together a semblance of calm. The determination from before had mysteriously vanished somewhere, leaving only a numb absence of coherent thought behind.


“The Survivor-” Hayley choked slightly on these words. “I can’t tell what’s going on. There are too many... presences,” she finished haltingly. This admission left a bitter taste in her mouth. Or was that just the taste of the smoke? She slowly got off her scooter and stared after Aya and Allie without really seeing the two men. What would they do now? In her mind’s eye, the building was still burning... burning... The sudden shattering of glass pulled her out of her daze and she rushed to her companions' sides, her hands already fumbling for more of her smoke bombs.


“Who’s there?”

Aidan Weiss
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"Frostbite" | Member of White Tigers
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Location: Near the Survivor


Interacting With: Allie, Aya, Hayley

Should he make Delson wait? Aidan touched the phone to his chin in a gesture of mock thought, as if pondering the question. Yes, yes he should. Spade would probably rush to the man’s aid anyway, so there was no need to hurry. There is no cure for incompetence, he chuckled darkly to himself, not without some self-awareness at his own uselessness in the situation -- albeit intentional uselessness. Aidan had taken a mere step forward towards the mouth of the alleyway when an object whizzed by and deflected from the wall with a metallic clang, causing him to furrow his brow in alarm. From the sound of it, the object had been a blade of some sort. The source of this attack was not yet apparent, but the angle indicated that the assailant was standing in the street. They probably didn't know his position if they had taken a shot at him from such an unfavorable position.


“Come out, come out, wherever you are~”


His thoughts thus confirmed, Aidan felt a twinge of anticipation. This person appeared to be the bloodthirsty type, one who probably wanted to ‘play’. Today must be his lucky day, if he ever believed in such fickle things as Luck or Fate. He sauntered out into the open with a serene smile playing on his lips as if this was just another regular day for him, though he held his nail bat by his side. He twirled the weapon lightly, allowing the barrel to tap against the pavement. 


(Note: Aidan is wearing red.)


@theglassangel[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]  [/COLOR]@NyxNightmare

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


Interacting With: Audence and Oliver

"Olives, you're real smart. Smarter than me, though I'm not very bright so that probably isn't a compliment." Russ rubbed the back of his neck as he laughed sheepishly.


Thank god Oliver had done something first before he could pull out his knife. Russ gazed at both members at the table with a newfound respect. Audence too. He'd heard the rumors about Audence's combat mastery, a quality only offset by the man's bloodlust. That was the main reason why he had seemed so cool -- he was a hotheaded gangster who picked fights and won them -- but there was a downside to his impulsive nature. Now Russ knew that the man actually had a pretty good head on top of everything, and that, in Russ's eyes, elevated Audence to a level beyond. Or maybe it was just because the guy had saved them all from being sued or arrested by a hysterical woman.


Russ would be ever grateful for his sunglasses because without them, the admiration in his eyes would've been plain to see -- and goddamnit, that would have been embarrassing. Smiling to himself, he perked up further at the mention of food. Amidst the recent developments, food had almost been entirely forgotten and now he was reminded of it again by both Oliver and his achingly empty stomach.


@RubyRose @Danoram

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


Interacting With: Jeddidia and Harley

Amélie chuckled softly at Harley's burst of enthusiasm, but her concern for the girl was clear from the way her eyebrows had knitted together for the briefest of moments. Weak alcohol was still alcohol, and Harley was already breaking down into giggling fits... Should she put a stop to it before the girl became, as they say, 'wasted'?


"Hm, that is very interesting," she murmured distractedly. And it was, but she simply didn't have the attention for it at the moment. She shelved away 'strange chi-blocking girl' for later perusal and focused her attention on Harley, trying to speculate on the level of her inebriation.


She was probably alright... probably. Frowning, Amélie poured herself some more drink and stared at the milky liquid before tasting it in a most unladylike manner -- by lapping at it cautiously. Being a casual drinker, she only had a vague perception that alcohol could easily intoxicate. Rumchata never tasted particularly strong, but she wasn't in the habit of drinking enough to find out. And Harley was a freshman, she realized with a start.


Setting aside her glass, Amélie leaned forward and brushed back a lock of Harley's hair, all the while peering intently into her face for any signs of drunkenness: unfocused gaze, alcohol flush, unsteady balance. By now, it was obvious to anyone looking that Amélie was intruding on Couple's Time, from the way Harley was leaning into Jeddidia, but the woman herself remained painfully unaware.


"Jeddidia, do you think Harley might have had a bit too much to drink? She seems slightly tipsy. Should we get her upstairs to rest? You both have had a long day, after all." In her worry, Amélie's words tumbled out in an almost disjointed manner. 


 


@RubyRose @SirBlazeALot

 

[NyxNightmare]

Vixa/Hummingbird - Blue Dragons/Healer
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Lyre and Nixon's voices were lost to the girl as they stepped inside the shop. Her eyes glistened as the delicious aroma of food and tea greeted her nostrils. Giggling with joy as they took a seat int he corner, Vixa brought the menu up to her face, propping it up on the table. There were so many good choices she wasn't even able to isolate a few of her favorites. Hearing a foreign voice being directed at them, she finally peeked over the menu to see a man handing Nixon his bag. She smiled and set the menu down to clap softly. "Yay! We did it! Let's eat to celebrate!" She picked her menu up again. As Nixon ordered tea, she piped up as well, "Oh! Me too! Ill have tea too. I'll have uhm....Jasmine tea!" Vixa loved the light fragrance it emitted along with the flowery taste. She was quite pleased with herself for being able to make a decision on that. Her eyes scanned the food options while listening to Lyre speak about getting Nixon a bag that he doesn't have to set down. "I don't know if that's possible Lyre. Unless you get him a fanny pack...but those are a little unfashionable. Mmmm...I think it would be best if you were around him all the time Lyre. You are always so observant." And she hadn't been joking. She really thought that was the most efficient way possible. After all, Vixa couldn't heal forgetfulness. A pity that was. 

Hearing Lyre excuse herself, she missed the smile, as her attention was still glued to the menu. But the edge to her voice seemed a little off, and it brought her gaze up just in time to see the back of her new friend. She could have rushed after her, but she had other ideas. Blinking thoughtfully, she set her menu down. She had been oblivious to the child making the comment earlier as well. There were a lot of things the girl missed. As she usually did. Nudging Nixon, she spoke, "Hey Nixon...we should throw Lyre a party! That cheers people up doesn't it?" She pondered for a moment and pointed at Nixon. "Or! You could just give her a surprise kiss. I read it in manga many times. It always makes the girl's heart go doki doki and she forgets all of her troubles." Vixa spent a lot of time reading and playing video games, so she had her fair share of dating sims and spicy manga. She never found kissing or hugging that intimate. They seemed like normal actions that made people feel good. Then again, she had never really liked anyone. Not that she was too sure anyways. She loved everyone. And, she found everyone to be attractive. She might have some favorites in the gang, but everyone was just too darn awesome. 
  @Danoram  @RubyRose

 
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Warren/Spade - White Tigers/Member 
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Looking down at emo-haircut dude, Spade raised his eyebrows slightly. "Hmm, doesn't look too fishy to me. Anyhow, all aboard the spiffy steed! Splendid work Lord Delson, your skills surpass my expectations. The princess has been rescued!" And off they went, just barely, as Spade's chi was falling short. The princess would certainly be confused. Perhaps a little scared about riding on a ghost horse, with the questionable knights by his side. But Spade couldn't deny the fact that a feisty princess was definitely far more attractive. As they took to the sky he could only hope his chi would carry them far enough to avoid collision with a Spectre. Seeing part of the building beign eaten by flames, he grinned. The fire from earlier must have spread. If we are lucky, the Spectres will be too busy tending to the fire to worry about us. But if w aren't, well, that's exciting too. 


Flying off, he gazed below to see who he thought was Aiden across from three other Spectres. Yes, it was the violent little tiger. The bat he swung around was undeniably property of Frostbite. He figured he could handle himself. Three against one? Somehow the man had a feeling that was just the way he liked it. Hmm....did that count for a menage a trois too? Maybe not huh. He chuckled to himself.


Spade wasn't really sure where he was heading. But he figured if they simply heading North that would take them home.  The only problem about traveling by air was that you were in plain sight.  "Are you pleased? Is the ride to your liking? Make sure to keep a firm hold Lord Delson. I won't be able to catch you if you fall."
In reality he would. But there was no doubt, he couldn't catch both the princess and Del. And he would choose to save Del, because Del was bae material. If someone wanted to ride with Spade, they had to be making contact with him. And as long as there was a conga line of sorts, more people could ride too. But he had summoned a horse, not a ghost dragon or a whale. Maybe he should try that next time. Could he summon ghost whales??


@SirBlazeALot @Danoram 

 
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Aya/Cryptic - Red Spectres/Member
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Aya was expecting a lot of things. He was even expecting nothing to appear out of the shadows. But what emerged was more than he had been hoping for. His eyes locked onto the foreign, yet all too familiar man. Aya's eyes reflected the look in his eyes, only for a mere moment, before narrowing in a bit of skepticism. Now taking a full body shot, the red colors bled into view. A...Spectre? And the way this man carried himself was unmistakable. His entire austere spoke "I did it". Could this perhaps be a traitor? Or an intruder? He couldn't be certain. Trying to recall the faces of the impostors from earlier only made his groin ache. Member or not, this man was definitely bad news. 


Suddenly Hayley's words entered his ears, but his eyes refused to break from the man across from them. So there was too much commotion for his fellow member to catch anything. It had to be a set up. Unzipping his jacket, he shed it upon the ground to expose more skin. A crimson red tank. His scarf wrapped around his neck still. Being a man was quite helpful when you were blessed with abs. Aya would refrain from using blood for now; he would save himself for a bit. By the looks of it, this was going to be an energy consuming fight, and he wouldn't go down so quickly from mere blood loss. So he withdrew his bladed fans instead, a perhaps odd weapon choice for a man, but nobody was complaining here. "A little pyromaniac are you? Let's see how well you like playing with fire." The flames were jumping onto the ground and spreading to objects around, so Aya ran off several steps to the side, dipping his two fans into the fire so the tips would catch flame. Now running towards the man with the morbid bat, Aya stopped halfway on his way to him and spun around in a circle, bringing the two fans together in a swift motion to send hot sparks flying towards the man before actually making a direct swing of the fans at his legs. Aya didn't favor making the first move. But he couldn't help himself. It didn't matter if the Survivor was burning down. The building was huge, someone would put it out before it got too out of hand. He wasn't letting this beautiful opportunity to really fight escape. He wondered if he would be receiving assistance from the bike hero. Only, Aya wasn't fighting for justice this time, even though he was sure this was the person who set fire to their home more or so. No, Aya was more selfish than that. This fight was for pure pleasure. 


@BlueInPassing @theglassangel

 
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[SirBlazeALot]

Harley AKA “The Bender”
Location: Escaping West District
Kickin’ It With: Jed & Amélie

Jed’s reasoning for joining the gang made her giggle, for it was impossible to piss off her parents even when she tried. She or he could pretty much do no wrong. But Jed’s daddy issues were a part of his bad boy appeal, and when he followed it up with a cute reference to her, Harley grinned and planted a sweet little kiss on his cheek. “Me too~!” she concurred happily, settling deeper into Jed’s arms. Maybe the the PDA would help to scare off Amélie.

It didn’t of course and the psychic stuck around doing her whole schtick with the cards. Jed gave a more in depth explanation of the mysterious girl-turned-boy who had managed to cripple him. All the while Harley wondered if she turned up the heat if it would manage make Amélie uncomfortable. What if she just took Jed’s cheeks in her hands and made Amélie into the sole member of an audience spectating a tongue wrestling match. It was the kind of drunken thought she was still too sober to actually execute, being somewhere in between a light buzz and heavy buzz now, but hey, girls got drunk faster than boys right? She could totally fake being more turnt than she actually is, it wouldn’t be the first time.

But it became clear that she didn’t need to work so hard if she wanted to appear more drunk than she really was. Amélie brushed aside her hair and studied her features, at first causing the ever so vain Harley to think the psychic was noticing how beautiful she is. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she stayed after all, Harley found herself loving the attention, especially when Amélie voiced her concerns. Being fussed over was the best part about being too drunk, but the implication of Amélie’s suggestion seemed literal, and not a euphemism for more exciting activities two or more people can get into in a bed.

“Nonono!” Harley quickly rejected the idea. “I can’t rest, I’ve gotta stay awake until the boys come back! And besides, I’m fine Amélie, see?” Not wanting to leave Jed’s arms to do, in her opinion, the easier drunken test, Harley began to recite the alphabet backward. “Z...Y...X… uhhhhh W…? Wait…” Harley began to run through the alphabet forward in her head before nodding, “Yeah W, V, U, T…” Harley started to break into little snickers before admitting in tiny voice, “Hehe~ please don’t make me finish it, I don’t even think I can do it sober.”

Summer AKA “Limelight” & Asad AKA “The Blood Knight”
Location: Chikage’s destroyed building
Kickin’ It With: Chikage & Cato

“Hell no!” Asad barked back in response to Chikage. It was true, he’d only met the boy today and he had barn in what he looked like. The stupid kid obscured his vision for most of their, let’s call it intimate, little introduction to each other. Asad just needed to know if the boy spoke to any policemen recently, if he should be on the lookout. Sure there were the other two characters from the 7/11, the noodle girl and the glasses girl, but he didn’t know where they were and had no way of seeking them out. “I just need to have a talk with him. Kinda like you. You’re about to have a talk with Jesus--!” Asad’s voice became dark as he took a threatening step toward Chikage, but he was stopped by Summer.

“Ugh, hey what’s-your-face? Can you like, shut the fuck up please? Thaaanks~” Summer didn’t like having her credibility as a Spectre called out by stupid no names eager to get themselves killed. She didn’t legitimately care about Asad’s continued good health, she just didn’t want the Tigers to get another W today just because the helmet wearing fuckhead couldn’t keep his boner for battle in his pants. Summer’s golden aura radiated around her and illuminated her eyes, and turning back to Chikage she sternly, or as sternly as someone with her speech patterns could, decreed, “Tour, like, over. This is like, your last chance to go home Elder. Tell us where Jurriaan, like, is, and get the fuck outta our district before you make things, like, worse for your friends. Cause like, we can totally like, return the favor tomorrow and like, hang out in Northside? I’m sure like, any building we decide to demolish will like, be worth 10 times as much as any building, like, here?”

Valentine AKA “Turn Up”
Location: Cafe MewMew
Kickin’ It With: Niki & Darin

Valentine eagerly agreed with Niki, nodding vigorously with an expression similar to what you might imagine a scientist would have after a scientific breakthrough. “Yes! Ohmygoodness yes! I’m gonna order this EVERY time!” This happy drink was nothing less than magical to Valentine. She ignorantly couldn’t determine why, but it just made everything awesome. MewMew’s was awesome. Niki was awesome. She was awesome. Everything is awesome and cool when you’re part of a team, especially when that team is the Cobras. She just felt so much love erupting from her heart for each and every one of them in this moment, and she wanted nothing more than to hang out with every Cobra, whether she was familiar with them or not.

But she would have to do with Niki, but by no means did she undervalue his presence. Quite the opposite actually, she was greatful he was around to receive all this love, and apparently he was feeling it to. She listened attentively as he nudged her and broke into a long, “D’aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww~!” but refuted his claim. “No y-YOU’RE the most, the most, the most amaaaaazingest friend Niki, you are!” Valentine stumbled over her words as she scooted her chair closer to Niki’s so she could give him a great big hug and never let go. He reminded her then that she would have an opportunity to tell the rest of the Cobras, or at least a lot of them how much she loved them. Valentine released the boy and sat up with a gasp.

“Ohmygoodness! Yes! Suzy’s having a b-birthday party tonight Niki you should gooooooo~!” Valentine clasped her hands together as if she were begging for him to come and bounced in her seat. For obvious reasons Valentine got invited to every party, and even though she was weary about going to these things on weekdays, this wasn’t just any kind of party. It was a birthday party! Birthdays are only once a year! “We can wait for D--Alvaro to get off of work and we-we-we-we--” Valentine hiccupped and giggled at the bodily reaction, squeaking out a quick, “Excuse me!” before getting back to her point. “We can wait for Alvaro to get off work and we can all go together andandand we can drink more of that amazing tea! G-Gosh I just have to get the recipe from--”

Completely unaware he had been anywhere near her as she was gushing, Valentine jumped a bit when she felt Darin’s familiar grip on her shoulders. “Alvaro~!” She cooed and answered, “I don’t think I’ve ever f-f-f-felt better in my whole life Alvaro~! My whole life!” Valentine tugged at his sleeve as he took a sample of her drink, trying to get a hold of the boy’s arm so she could latch onto him and tell him how much he mattered to her, but she lost her fucking shit when Darin said he’d be taking work off early. The whole OD’d on tea thing didn’t even register as she flailed her arms a bit and squealed “YAaaaaaaaAaaaaaAY~!”

Valentine made Darin’s quick escape incredibly difficult by trying to hug him all the way from their table to his car. “Al-Alvaro you’re the BEST host at MewMew’s! MewMew’s!” She repeated as if the patrons of the cafe didn’t know where they were. “Y-You’re the reason this place has four and a half stars on Yelp! H-Hey! You guys!” As Darin corralled them along Valentine tried to stop and talk to a random group of girls. “You guys should rate FIVE stars on Yelp for Alvaro~!” She suggested sweetly before being hurried along, grabbing onto one of the boys as she stumbled over her feet.

The backseat became the throne of the drunken princess, and Darin efficiently found a way for her to occupy her time. Where they were going and what they were doing was no longer of importance. “Okay Al--D-Darin!” She chirped as she took out her bow and let her hair down. Val noticed the wig was gone and they were outside and away from the customers, so that meant Darin was back to being Darin. If only Lizzy could work the same way.

Valentine drew her phone as if she was if she was drawing Excalibur, and without a second’s hesitation leaned into Niki and pressed their cheeks together. “Say ‘Best tea time eveeeerrrrr~!!’” She sang before snappin’ the first of many drunken selfies. But wait, something was missing. “D-Darin-kuuuun~!” Okay, now she’s devolved into a literal anime character, it’s bad lmfao. She pulled herself up between the driver’s seat and the passenger seat, pointing at the radio for a solid few seconds before demanding, “We need selfie music!”

Lizzy AKA “Ditto” AKA “LadyLazeALot”
Location: Evergate Shopping Mall
Kickin’ It With: Dale & Evey

“Uh--okay--wow?” Lizzy but her hands in front of her as if to say what she was thinking, I’m not the one who fucked you and ditched you don’t get all pissy at me, bitch, which she never would have done as her actual self. She would have meekly shied away, not wanting to agitate the great and powerful Dale, but taking on roles like this gave her the courage to stand up for herself. “I know a very uncultured c-word I’d like to say to you but I can’t.” She folded her arms and stepped in front of Dale. “Look yo, you already gave him what he wanted. He doesn’t need you anymore, he needs someone else, you feel me?”

She slammed her fist into her palm. “Your best bet as you is to go back to the Tiger base, break his shit and shit, get killed by a bunch of fuckin’ pussies or fuckin’, fuckin’ probably get used as a sacrifice in some fuckin’ weird ass rich person ass Illuminati ass Eyes Wide Shut ass devil ritual, and he’ll replace his broken shit with Mummy and Daddy’s money within the week. But I can make into another person, I can make you into a fuckin’ parasite, and you can slowly eat him alive, dude. And once you’ve swallowed him whole you can do the Bond villain shit and reveal who you are, and make the slow burn worth it! We can do this the bueno way or we can do it the boo boo way. It’s up to you, amiga. If you wanna do it the boo boo way, then say sup to Biggie for me in heaven. But if you wanna do it the bueno way, I’m gonna need you to cut the fuckin’ ‘tude. Swag?”

BACKGROUND AND SHIT
Glasper’s waiting for Evey to get home. Tsu is in one of the training rooms in Ascension calling the Dragons that didn’t show up to the meeting. Vlad is shopping for fish accessories with Keimi. Gigi is in lesbian hibernation. Vaughn is being a degenerate with Steph. Del is makin’ a great escape with Spade and Leon. Iza is saving Spectres from the Survivor. Memphis is bowling with Holly, Donni, and Zhi. Everyone else is pretty irrelevant and can be dropped in for whatever y’all need if they’re needed or something. (T.K., Cielo, Wit)

 

[Danoram]

Audence "Puppet Master" Valor








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








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     Audence looked down at the waitress' webbed foot with disinterest, wrinkling his nose. He was pretty sure he could easily cut her free, but the position in which he had been sitting proved to be very comfortable. There's also some salt left from when the bitch tried to slap him, so... This left him with no intentions on moving until something or someone provoked him otherwise. No worries, though, since Oliver clearly knew what the hell he was doing. The webs keeping the waitress in their company belonged to him, after all.


     It was still funny to see the boy acting so confident. Enough to the point that Audence couldn't hold back his smile; though, he did what he could to hide it by facing in the opposite direction, cupping a hand over his mouth.


     Waiting, he wished in the back of his mind that he was high right now. He could be standing outside behind the dumpsters back at home, blunt between his lips, propped against a broom-stick because he's usually cleaning, and getting stoned. That's what he does. He cleans, I mean. Audence is employed as a janitor at his own place of residence, making $9 an hour, working four days a week. Unless he decides that he wants an extra day off, but he usually tries not to tamper with the measly $250 a week he averages.


     Thanks to his phone having died earlier, Darin's text message never came through to Audence. Sure, it was on 10% when it cut off, which means he would have enough time to turn it back on and respond to the message, but what is there to let him know to do that? Exactly.


     A sudden coughing fit from Oliver startled Audence back to attention and he quickly turned to face the restaurant's manager. He could see that their waitress was already making her escape with a bit of insecurity in her step, which caused him to roll his eyes before he focused back and listened to the manager as he spoke to Oliver. "Well... that depends on what you've ordered," he stated, pulling a pen from the pocket on his shirt. 


     "We'll start over." The man cleared his throat and clicked the pen, ready to quickly jot down the orders of the three hooligans. "Welcome to (insert cafe name here). We have a special on our Gaia Organic, dark-roast coffees, if you buy two of them, for a free Vanilla-Raspberry ice cream with edible spoons. What can I get for you this evening?"


     With that being said, Audence appeared no less than impressed. I mean, would he have been able to spit a line like that right off the top of his head to a group of people he's never met before? Hell no. If it was Audence in the manager's shoes, he would have waltzed his grumpy ass up to their table, slapped the pen and notepad down with some sass, and told them to write their orders down on their own while rapidly tapping his foot on the ground.


     At the question, Audence stated bluntly, "Water." Then, when it seemed like he was about to hear the same cup or bottle bullshit, he interrupted, "Bottle."



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Emelia "Shakespeare" Dawson



Location: (Rose District) Evergate Shopping Mall | Interacting/Mentioned: Eliza & Some old woman


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     There was a soft, melodious whispering in Emelia's ears. A very distant, echoing voice which sounded somewhat like her mother's that made the girl feel comfortable with approaching the odd woman in black. 


     It was telling her to come closer, and for a split second you could see the corners of Emelia's lips turn up into a small smile. She seemed relaxed. Not for long, though, due to Eliza suddenly pulling her away, attention and all. 


     "Eliza-dear?" Emelia concerned with a clueless look in her eyes, following along easily, and just briefly glancing back at the arcade to see that the woman was gone. "How strange..." she mumbled. 


     You would think that someone like Emelia would be totally spooked by an incident like that, and she would have been, but clearly this was the work of someone's chi. She knew so instinctively. Scared of blood and hopeless in the aspect of love, the girl still has a protective side and knows when it's time to grow some tits. Emelia is no coward. Where would her hard-earned skills go if she were? 


     She would never leave her father's teachings in vain.


     Once they cut the corner, Emelia began chewing her thumb nail, "To think we would be so on edge after having just arrived here... As expected of the South Rose, though. Now I feel that we have to keep our guard up." While the words were harsh, her tone of voice sounded more like she was making a casual statement.


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(@Lol, don't worry! I'll have the others, if not all then most, done by Thursday!)

 

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Nixon "Dry Ice" Thorn 










Organization: Blue Dragon's Member | Location: Kokoro's Sushi | Interacting/Mentioned: Lyre & Vixa



/monthly_2016_12/58618f65cd694_Nixon(1).jpg.8b11b96ebf848958d8e80713d3354c08.jpg     At Nixon's request, the elderly man behind the bar - referred to as Pops - nodded with a smile. He turned around and grabbed a regular sized, styrofoam cup with the words "Kokoro's Sushi" printed around it, then began filling it with the tea-type of Nixon's choosing: Oolong. 


     Eagerly waiting and tapping his foot, Nixon watched as steam rolled from the cup and blended with the air. And though he seemed entranced, what with the leafy aroma of his drink flooding his sinuses, he still managed to notice Lyre messing with her horn through his peripheral. 


     He immediately turned his head to better look at the girl and blinked. However, when she looked at him to begin talking, he quickly found himself glancing away for some reason. It confused him, so he laughed, slowly staring back over at the girl to show that he was listening.


     Rather than meeting Lyre's eyes, Nixon's gaze was focused on her lips. Of course, he, himself, did not catch onto this and instead just shrugged lightly at what she had to say, a small smile curving on his lips.


     Nixon has only ever owned one bag, and it's the one he has now. Sure, there isn't much sentiment to it, but I'm positive that if the time came for him to give it away, he'd need a moment to reminisce on all the hell it's been through within the past few years. He isn't materialistic, but he does have a heart. 


     At Vixa, Nixon pointed and furrowed his brow, "Whaddya mean unfashionable?!" He asked. "Fanny packs are totally in nowadays. If I knew my things would fit in one, I would have one." This was a joke, of course; though, the seriousness in his voice and on his expression might convince one otherwise. 


     "My wife collected vintage fanny packs," Pops stated as he met Nixon and Vixa with their drinks, in which Nixon's eyes went wide and he rubbed his hands together before blowing away the steam. He was about to take the long awaited sip he'd been itching for since entering the store when it suddenly hit him that Lyre still hadn't ordered anything. His mouth fell open, but the words that came out were not his own; rather, they belonged to a little girl who probably didn't know any better.


     If he remembers correctly, his mother once told him a story about how he pointed at an African American woman and asked why her skin was brown. Nixon's mom said she was afraid she'd get her ass beat, but the woman turned out to be a very nice person and just laughed it off. 


     Thinking back on the early days was for later, though. When Lyre stood up and left, Nixon thought to follow after her but hesitated, then the girl was gone. Guilt nudged at his gut and caused him to frown. It wasn't fun to see a friend of his so down in the dumps at such a time. They were there to have fun, but because Lyre couldn't let go of her insecurities, she was only allowing herself to get upset. The thought of it made Nixon somewhat angry and he shook his head, unable to understand.


     That's when Vixa nudged him, proposing the idea of throwing Lyre a party of sorts to cheer her up. It didn't strike him as the best solution considering how late in the day it already was, but he still tried to picture how it could work. There's also the gang-related problems they're having to sort out...


     Nixon clicked his tongue, "Tch, I don't know..." 


Speaking of gang-related problems, the guy quickly picked his bag up from the floor beside him and placed it in his lap, opening up a small pouch on its side. He pulled out an owl-cased cell phone and clicked on the screen with a hopeful look in his eyes, half expecting it to be dead, but thankfully it wasn't. Though, it was close to being so. 


     As Vixa continued to speak, Nixon found his messages and read the secret code sent by Tsu and Isaac, making sure to delete it afterwards. He couldn't help but laugh at the girl's next idea, dropping his phone back into the pouch on his bag, "Do what!? A kiss?..." He rubbed a hand down his face in a stressful manner and sighed. "Oh Hums~... Kisses are a little more complicated than that- WhichImean! Don't get me wrong, I've never done it before other than with my mom as a kid, but that doesn't count... You see..." Nixon paused, biting his lip. "...According to books, kisses are normally shared between two people who share romantic feelings for one another. When you kiss someone, you do it to tell them that you like them. Call it speaking without the use of words?... I dunno~ I'm no expert, but I don't think Lyre would appreciate it." A laugh escaped the guy as he playfully ruffled Vixa's hair. Then, he shot a glance towards the womens' bathoom and directed a nod, "Do you think you should check on her?..."


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[NyxNightmare]

Vixa/Hummingbird - Blue Dragons/Healer
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Taking her own cup of Jasmine tea, Vixa immediately touched the liquid to her lips, yelping in surprise at how hot it was. She knew better. But let's just say she was a little impatient when it came to edibles. Now setting it in front of her, she listened as Nixon and the shop owner countered her fanny pack statement. I hope he's joking. But she simply replied with a sweet smile towards the owner, "I'm sure it's a lovely collection. Vintage is making a comeback." But I'm thinking more like vintage skirts and blouses....

The girl felt like she was receiving a mild version of "the talk", as Nixon began lecturing on the importance of kisses. Drawing the cup of tea just under her nose, she sniffed the sweet aroma with pleasure. Of course, she never had a mother to tell her things like this. Nor had she ever had deep girl talk with any of the female members. "Ahh...so you are only supposed to kiss someone if you have romantic feelings for them....? I see." Vixa hadn't kissed kissed someone on the lips before, but cheek kisses were casual for her at times. She still didn't really get it, but she mentally made a note to remember Nixon's words. A part of her wanted to ask Nixon if he really didn't feel anything romantic towards Lyre, but for some reason the words didn't come out. 

Vixa closed her eyes as Nixon ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying the short moment. As he spoke, Vixa lightly shook her head to toss her back into place, which, was normally quite this way and that. "Yes! Vixa will check on Lyre!" Leaving her tea behind, the girl went shuffling off towards the women's bathroom. Pulling the door open, she peered inside. "Lyre?" She came to stand beside her new friend. She had just heard the last sentence the woman uttered, and Vixa replied to the question in Nixon's place. "I can tell you are an important friend to him, and....I can't be too sure how he feels, but if it's anything like myself, he isn't looking at you, he's looking into you. You can't ask what we see differently, because you've always been just Lyre. And Lyre is just as charming as anyone else, if not more!" Tugging on her friend's arm, "Come on, it's no fun without you Lyre." She made a slight pouting face, but she really meant what she said. She almost asked what Lyre would think about kissing Nixon, because, she was still certain it would have been a good idea. How could her video games and manga fail her??? But she held her tongue. "Please come join us. I don't think I can eat the ramen by myself. Will you share one with me?"

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[RubyRose]

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


A flare of irritation hit again and Jed took a deep breath through his nose. Released it. Opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. Took another deep breath and squeezed Harley in closer. Used her weight against him to keep himself in check. If holding her hadn't been half as important he probably would have stormed off. If Amelie were a man, he probably would have punched her and then stormed off. If Harley wasn't there, it wouldn't even matter that Amelie is a woman. But.... he wanted to keep a lovable reputation with Harley and attacking teammates, especially female ones, would get him into too many kinds of trouble. 


"Like she said, Ames, she can't sleep right now. And she's not that bad off." He said, tone verging on chilled though he gave her a charming enough smile. "We've had a long day, yes, which is why we're unwinding with a few drinks. We'll probably have a minor celebration when the others return from a successful mission." Jed nuzzled along Harley's neck; pressed a soft kiss behind her ear. He was sure she could figure out just what kind of celebrating he would want and it had nothing to do with any of their fellow members. Just him and Harley and the warm buzz of alcohol. 


Jed curled his good arm across Harley's middle, settling a hand on her hip and stroking his thumb over the area, resting his forehead against her should as he continued to just breathe. Remain calm. Relax. Appreciate that he at least had Harley. "There's no need to prove that you're not drunk, beautiful. We both know it takes a little more then that to take you over the edge into drunken bliss." He murmured before shifting and settling his chin on Harley's shoulder. "So, anything else you want to discuss? How wonderful your nap was while Harley and I were out busting our asses perhaps? Maybe discuss how your false concern is kind of annoying?" He added, golden gaze sharp as he glanced towards Amelie. 


 @SirBlazeALot @BlueInPassing



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


More then glad that Emelia had come along with her, Eliza was trying to force herself to remain calm after that close call. Coming here had made her jittery enough to begin with but now she was buzzing with nerves. She was afraid of what could happen to herself and Emelia if they ran into trouble. Eliza wasn't a fighter. And there was no way she'd allow Emelia to put herself in danger to protect herself, either... so if they ran into real trouble then they'd be sunk. There'd be no escaping. And that lady... that creepy old lady... well Eliza hoped that was the worst she'd see that night. 


"Maybe we should leave soon, Emmie. I don't know if it's a good idea to be here. What if we run into something? Like a giant bug? What would we do then?!" Eliza's gaze flickered around wildly, as if something like that would pop up at any moment. 


"It was fun to dress up and stuff but... I'm a coward, Emmie. I... what if something scary really does happen?" Her tone actually had dropped until she was whispering, leaning against Emelia's shoulder to make sure that her friend would hear her. 


"Hey, it's rude to whisper you know." A deep voice said, making Eliza freeze up and glance around wildly back over her shoulder. She spotted the guy when she faced forward again... he almost seemed to peel away from the shadows. He didn't look too scary... a guy dressed in back jeans and a long sleeve green shirt, but no tattoos or piercings or a leather jacket anywhere. 


"S-Sorry." Eliza stammered. 


"You guys lost or somethin'?" 


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View attachment 218327Lyre aka Genie - Blue Rose Disctrict - At the Noodle Place - In the Bathroom staring into a mirror


Despair was a choking, strangling emotion and it was becoming harder to keep it at bay. Lyre's bad experiences being in her blue form continued to crash over her over and over as questions circled in her mind. Vixa's voice pulled her from her thoughts, giving her a shining light to guide her away from being lost in that confusion and pain. She glanced over at the girl, not straightening or lifting her head. Just acknowledging that she noticed Vixa's existence. Her eyes were still a little glazed and she reached up to trace a hand over her horn once more. 


Makes sense, I guess. If they just saw me as this form then they wouldn't want anything to do with me. But if they blind themselves to this form, then they can tolerate my presence. Lyre released a sigh, straightened up, and gave Vixa a tired smile. I've always just been the girl that's half freak. People are just used to it. Why wouldn't they be? They didn't know me before I became this... thing. "Alright Vixa." Lyre said, reaching out to muss Vixa's hair because she couldn't think of what else to do show Vixa she was alright. Probably because she didn't feel alright. 


Nixon said he thought this form was beautiful. Did he mean it? Lyre, when has Nixon ever lied to you?! Or Vixa? But so many other people... And what do they matter?


Lyre was at war with herself as she followed Vixa back to the table. She slid back into the booth, staring down at the table before looking over at Nixon. Does he really think I'm beautiful in this form? Lyre gave Nixon a small smile. 


"Sorry about that. Hope you weren't too bored without me around." She teased lightly, elbowing Nixon playfully before leaning into his shoulder. She had to be carefu because the horns could always gouge someone if she wasn't careful and that in itself scared her. "Hows the tea?" She inquired, but instead of waiting for an answer she decided on snagging Nixon's cup and taking a sip before giving it back to him. "Good... Maybe I'll order some too. So Vixa and I were talking about sharing an order of Ramen. Should we get a huge order and all of us share?" Lyre was trying really hard to be more fun, mimicking how she thought Nixon would act in her place. He'd laugh everything off... be bright and happy and amazing even if he was sad. So Lyre was going to do that, too.


"So Vixa, Nixon, what will we spend our time doing after this? There's that mission but... I mean, I'm kind of at your guys' mercy no matter what because of that wish." She said with a broad smile.  


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


Keeping his face tucked in his shirt, one hand holding his shirt over his face while he coughed, the other hand shot a thumbs up at Russ and once he could breathe again he shot the guy a smile because whether it was a shoddy compliment or not it was still nice to hear some praise about knowing his own abilities. He pulled back and listened while the waiter/manager talked. And Audence ordered water. Ew, coffee... and water. Taking a deep breath, Oliver waited a moment to see if he was going to cough again. 


"Soup and Tea." He said when he was clear for the moment. "Don't care what kind; it just needs to be hot and not have milk." He said before the talking set off a round of lighter coughs. He ducked his head back into his shirt a moment until he could breathe again. 


"You're plenty smart, Russ. Don't sell yourself short." Oliver offered when he could breathe once more, chest hitching just a little. "I'm sure you know lots about your own chi. Don't think it's special I know about mine."


Glancing over at Audence, he gave the man a grim smile. "No food to go with your bottle of water? Not thinking about leaving me and Russ now, are you?" 


@BlueInPassing @Danoram




/monthly_2016_07/Ninjas_Dale_S.jpg.cf2ebe9ac9a81b9795bf549285359cb5.jpgDale aka Chip - Hanging with Evey & Laze


Dale was used to Lizzy backing down when she got sassy. Most people just let Dale whine and complain and carry on and then moved past it. Why they put up with her? Well Dale believed she was just that amazing. It was just the way things were. Dale would get huffy, puffy; all high and mighty... and people would just bow down to her. Evey and Glasper put up a little resistance but things usually calmed down after Dale would get all worked up because Evey and Glasper knew how to calm her down. But Lizzy? She usually just took the smack and worked through it. Needless to say, Dale was not ready for Lizzy's reply. 


Too gobsmacked to respond besides staring blankly at Laze, Dale had no choice but to listen to what was being said to her. It sucked that Laze actually made sense. Dale didn't want it to. She wanted to fight and argue and shove all of Laze's sense right back down her throat. "And here I thought you'd just spout anything... I'm surprised you have any kind of filter."



Too petty to accept when she was wrong, Dale just crossed her arms and huffed in annoyance. "Whatever, I guess it's Swag." She said with a shrug, though inside she was seething and she was tucking her tail and running for cover at the same time. "I'm not so stupid as you think, but we may as well try out your plan first so that if it fails I still have a backup plan." She said coolly, staring Laze down.


@SirBlazeALot @theglassangel

Niki aka Ryuu - with Valentine & Darin


Giggling a little nervously at the amount of love she put into her words, Niki nonetheless remained where he was so that Valentine could hug him. There was a little too much happiness for him to feel completely comfortable, even with his warm buzz. Not that Niki minded contact, but he was still a little... put off... by everything since the last time his mother had had a go at him and he was still ready to hurt at every brush of something against his skin. It didn't hurt when Valentine hugged him for the most part, except for setting off a deep ache in his chest. 


Though Niki didn't want to go home, he did not want to go to a party either. He wasn't really enthused about being surrounded by people. Especially when so many of those people hadn't come to see him... and maybe that didn't bother Niki directly, but if they didn't have the time to check in on him Niki didn't really have the time to hang out. Before Niki could politely decline going to the party, Darin showed up with all of his sharp, clean scent inquiring after Valentine's health. 


Funny, considering it was your tea that did this to her. Niki thought but just kept an uncertain smile in place. He wouldn't have bothered following Darin anywhere if Valentine weren't involved, and for a minute Niki considered going his own way. Spending time with Valentine was nice but he didn't like being around her when she was this goofy. It just made him feel... uncomfortable. It was easier to act like everything was alright when he had all of his wits about him and he knew he wouldn't let anything slip. The warm buzz in his chest was putting him on edge because it felt like his mind had been softened and he didn't like that. "I'm not so sure about..." Niki really didn't get the chance to say much as he was herded through people along with Valentine into a car. 


"Well... I guess this is okay for a little while." He allowed uncertainly after a moment. "Do we really have to take pictures, Valentine?" Niki inquired as she drew out her phone, not resisting as she pressed their faces together and that shy little thing of a smile appeared on his lips once more. "By the way, Darin. What did you put in Valentine's tea? She said she's not allergic to tea but..." He said, resisting Valentine's attempts at more pictures. "Also, where are we going?" Someone had to remain the head of this operation and since Valentine was busy being distracted, Niki decided it was his job to be the responsible one. "We really don't need selfie music... I mean, you can take more if you want but I'm good. I have quite a lot of selfies already." And most of them were because of Valentine. In fact all of them were, now that he came to think about it. 


@NyxNightmare @SirBlazeALot


((Peyton is stalking the cute crew ,Umm is doing her own thing, Sean is off looking for other Spectres, Male-ony is checking on Jurriaan, Keagan is hanging out with Lucy, Donnovan is bowling with Zhi, Holly, and Memphis, Jasper is with Archie ))

 

[NyxNightmare]

Darin/Alvaro-Black Cobras/Member
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A few minutes passed as Darin waited for Audence to reply to his text message. Unknowing of the situation, he could only assume he was being ignored. And, that pissed him off. Releasing a small sigh, he opened up an app on his phone. I didn't want to go to these lengths, but you leave me no choice. A tracking app he had created a bit ago with his Russian friend from work. Darin could track anyone's phone in his contacts list. It was the secret on how he managed to pop up out of nowhere, seemingly knowing where most everyone was. The glory of it was that after the first track, it didn't matter if the phone was on or off. His eyebrows raised with surprise, as he brought up a digital map of the area and located Audence's golden dot. He's not alone... and suddenly a large, devious grin was painted across Darin's face. Oh, this was going to be great. Darin hadn't spoken to Russ or Oliver much before. He had met them once at a gang meeting back in the day and had nabbed their numbers, but he hadn't contacted them since. 


The man put his car in drive, almost too lost in his plans to hear the voices in the back seat. Selfie music huh? He was half tempted to put on that selfie song, but he didn't feel like going through the trouble of looking it up on youtube and hook his phone to the car. So he mindlessly flipped through his pile of CD's with one hand, the other on the wheel. Answering Niki's question while pushing in a CD, he noticed a fancy camaro cruising up beside them. "Huh? Was the tea too strong? Those herbs man, sometimes they can pack a powerful punch." He bit his bottom lip to keep from releasing any chuckles. He wasn't going to spill his little secret. There was a party of guys in the camaro beside them, and they all seemed to be very interested in Valentine and Niki in the back seat, calling out the "cotton candy babes". Apparentally Niki was being taken for a girl, or, maybe they knew and didn't care. Darin rolled the windows down, and by now hardcore death metal was blaring. That might be one thing to mention about Darin. It was rare to see anything but screamo or death metal on his playlists. Not that he didn't like other types of music, he very much fancied taking part in raves. Metal was just his preferred forte. 


The guys in the camaro laughed, cursing with surprise at the mix of seeing such cute people and listening to hardcore music. They began to speed up, bumping against Darin's car teasingly. Darin swerved slightly, growling with annoyance. But if he had to be honest, he planned to give into their challenge. Letting out a laugh as the wind whipped his hair back, he sped up to match them. "Where are we going? To hell and back!" And the two cars raced off down the streets.


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[Danoram]

Archie "Cock" Babcock



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



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When Noose questioned Archie's urgent matter being to feed a mere kitten,  Archie gave a generous smile and nodded. He didn't speak, but listened, then laughed at the comment towards his memory. 


     Truthfully, it probably is a little out of wack so he wasn't going to argue. 


Archie pat Noose on the back, sighing while shaking his head, "Ya wouldn't even undahstand, mate... This Aussie right here~" He placed a hand on his chest, "Off 'is rockah."


     In all honesty, the Australian really, seriously does think of himself as "not all there" in the head due to his medical-related issues, but it's played off as a joke on his part. Even so, he's still one of the more relaxed people you'll meet; somewhat mischievous in the sense of being a pervert and often seeking drama to cure boredom, but... he's alright. Nothing really effects him in a major way. He just doesn't care.


     In the back of his throat, he could feel a yawn swelling up as Noose went on to proclaim himself a cat person. Archie nodded along, thinking to himself that the guy probably does own a cat or two, and lifted a hand to cover his mouth while lightly tucking his head to the side. 


     When he was done yawning, Archie punched Jaspar in the shoulder - jokingly, of course, then adjusted his bag, "Absolutely, mate. I wouldn't be bothahd a bit."


     The only thing now was to figure out where to go... Archie doesn't own a cat, so what's this guy going to think when they arrive someplace without a single strand of fur to be inhaled and choked on? Hm? Exactly. Despite this, the Australian wasn't worried at all. He stepped forward and began walking, expecting Noose to follow along beside him. "...So you say ya like mah accent?" He snickered a scoff at his own words, lightly scratching the tip of his nose in an upward motion using his thumb. "You've nevah met someone from Australia? In a city like 'is?" 
@RubyRose (I decided to change some of the wording I originally used in this post because the ones I did use didn't fit what Archie is supposed to be portrayed as, lmao. I was rushed, but right now I'm home from work!)

 

[RubyRose]

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


Obviously I'm not going to understand... "You know, that would make a lot of sense." Jaspar said after a moment, musing almost thoughtfully. "What does it say about me to be hanging out with you, then?" He said with a very mild smile. Something that you'd miss if you didn't notice the twitch of one corner of his mouth. I think it'd be better to think of him as 'The Aussie' then as that horrid other word. Who would even name their child that? An Australian?


"Am I boring you?" Jaspar inquired with a sharply arched brow. The punch to the shoulder, though it was seen coming, wasn't entirely pleasant and yet for some reason Jaspar really didn't mind it. Usually he would be very vocal about not being touched. And yet with The Aussie he just couldn't be bothered to complain. In fact he felt a part of himself actually seek out more of the pink haired man's touch. As ridiculous as that sounded. And that did send a tiny little bell of an alarm ringing off distantly through his mind. It was easy enough to silence. 


"You know, I wouldn't so much call it an accent as an entire way of talking." Jaspar replied, following at The Aussie's side. "I'm sure I have at one point or another but I highly doubt I spoke to them. And even then I don't think they were half as interesting as you are." 


Remaining alert for an ambush, at least, Jaspar kept his gaze mostly on The Aussie except for maybe a glance here or there to make sure they weren't being followed or surrounded. Noose believed he could handle himself if a problem were to arise, but he didn't want The Aussie to get hurt if a standoff hit and he really wasn't on a side. "Do you get attention a lot for the way you speak then or is it not normal for such an interest to take place?" 


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[hosaki]

Amélie Fournier
"Eight Ball" | White Tigers​

Location: The Den
Interacting With: Harley and Jeddidia

Adorable. The word flashed into Amélie's mind at Harley's giggles, and at her childish wheedling for the older girl to let her off the hook. Jeddidia's explanation, following immediately after, gave no room for her to object. Giving a exaggerated sigh, Amélie shook her head.

"I suppose there is no helping it." Still, she could not hide the way her lips curved in amusement. "The knights shall not rest before the king has laid down his sword, is it?" And a beautiful knight Harley would make indeed, her pale locks spilling over to contrast against shining metal and her cheeks flushed just so from a dose of healthy physical activity. Amélie's expression grew more distant as she picked up her tarot deck and began cutting it to busy herself.

"There's no need to prove that you're not drunk, beautiful. We both know it takes a little more than that to take you over the edge into drunken bliss."

Amélie arched a brow at 'drunken bliss', and wondered if there was something deeper going on beneath the surface for the golden-eyed male. It was strange enough, the way Jeddidia had paused when she'd spoken of people having their own unique strengths, and then that throwaway comment about his father. Unwinding was all good and well, but drinking oneself into oblivion couldn't be glamorized in such a way. She opened her mouth to object, and immediately shut it again when Jeddidia threw an unexpectedly charged comment at her. She blinked at the man, struck dumb by his sudden change in demeanor. Though his outburst didn't hurt her, she felt... disappointed. She'd rather liked being called Ames.

"Well... no. I wouldn't call my nap wonderful, as it was quite the unpleasant sort of sleep, you know. Not fitful. And I'm saddened that you seem to think I am... falsely concerned...?" Whatever would lead her to express false concern for someone? Doing such a thing seemed rather pointless and tiring, having to feel one thing and say the opposite. "Yet I see I am making you agitated, so I shall make my exit. Perhaps the stars have not been aligned in favor of our meeting today." She frowned, regretful. "Another time then, Jeddidia and Harley. My door shall always be open and I'd love to have either of you over for tea." She rose from her seat and bobbed in curtsy, before floating out of the room once again with the faint rustling of skirts, though this time her lips moved soundlessly as she walked. One with a wilder imagination would have construed the action to be some sort of cursed chant, but it was in fact Amélie's habit when she was puzzling through something.

"Ah, the Three of Cups!*" Amélie was already in the corridor when she exclaimed this, as if it meant anything to the lay person. So that was why they were all clingy with each other like that. She shook her head. Amélie, Amélie.

Unfortunate.

S SirBlazeALot RubyRose

*The Suite of Cups deals with emotion; in this case, love. Basically, she realized she was third-wheeling lol