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Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

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Sang-Cheol Man
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SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Sun in The Gutter]
LOCATION:
Lab Icarus, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius, Mimi, Orion, Reese, Rutheless, Sang-Cheol, Yuna, Yuto
Sun In The Gutter


Sang-Cheol was walking down the halls of Lab Icarus with her by his side. Much had been done in the last eight months. Increasing drug production and the new Sable Serpent leadership had caused a disturbance. However, another project that had been started in Lab Icarus caused the Lab much stress. They were managing by, however. Just a little work, and then it'd be easy sailing.

"Gerda, report. What's our output and status of our workers?" Sang-Cheol requested his assistance. A smile formed on Gerda's face, and her humming increased. The scientist waited as Gerda began to take out a book and flip through its pages.

"Let's see. We're still at 100% production capacity and are meeting demands as of right now." Gerda stated. Increasing the drug production had taken a lot out of Lab Icarus. The equipment had to be replaced frequently due to exceeding their limits. As well as getting more suppliers to create even more drugs. It gave Sang-Cheol a headache. On top of dealing with Lab Icarus, Sang-Cheol had to deal with people attacking newly formed supply lines and talking to the other Lab Heads about the drug trade.

Though that wasn't even the last of his headaches. "However, we've lost 85% of workers from overwork. Because of that, we've outsourced some of our production to other labs and brought people in to work for us." There was a small crease on Sang-Cheol's forehead when he heard about it. Lab Icarus had never been pushed this far to resort to such methods. It was only times like these that required such desperate messages.

"Is that all, Gerda?" His assistant nodded before they moved on to survey a different part of the lab. There was another interesting development that happened during the last eight months. Darius, for whatever, had decided to work here along with Ten. It came up in a conversation when Sang-Cheol, who had been forcefully removed from the fifth floor, was talking to Snake. While arguing against it, Sang-Cheol ended up begrudgingly accepting the proposal.

"Yes." With that said in done. Sang-Cheol couldn't wait for the day to be over. The sooner this day was going to end, the sooner he could sleep.
 
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Roza Grigorievna
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
OCPD HQ ,Upper Central Districts
PARTICIPANTS:
Will list once the 4 team split is shown in post
[Tactical Mayhem]

Looking at her watch, Roza adjusts her skull print face mask and makes a final check of her kneepads, a ballistic plate for ammunition types that might could pierce her HP body, she may be a superhuman, but unlike some she remembered that all too fragile, human part. Taking part of one of the assault teams in Upper, Roza, or rather Rabbit had two tasks to do here, with a possible third, though she would rather the third not be one for contention at all. With that in mind her attention goes to the PP-19 Bizon she had with its silencer, making sure it was secure and that a round was chambered as she mentally went over the list.

First, Infiltrate from the upper levels and make sure the left-over cops never got the chance to shut the inner doors, or at least delayed them from doing such till more of the team was in. This was a rather simple task. And there were others also tasked for it at other entry points.

Second was to break into the armories or assist those doing it to tell them what was worth stealing and to get them out of lock up if those with brute force weren't on hand. Another simple task, even if it had a time limit.

With most of the cops out and elsewhere, there was very little chance they could not finish the objective, least till they turned back, to destroy the structure. That, she was not sure how she could help, that would be up to her betters. For now, she had but a single, simple mission. Prevent the lockdown and the alarm being raised for long enough to allow the rest in through this portion of the Police Department. Waiting till the keyword was given and the singles were sent, Roza had already selected an entry point, now was go time.

With the signal being sent, she had to be ready to breach as soon as the signal was sent, if not be in the process of it before the police could react. The question now was how she wished to prosecute this. But one thing at a time, running up along the outer walls of the station, it seemed most of the office spaces were deserted, what with the police being deployed all over the city with a few stragglers or support personnel being left within the main HQ. Ironically this would be what would save the station and leave it operational, provided her allies were content in settling for a raid and theft and made no attempts to remove the eyes and ears of the station. That being the senior officers, dispatch and other Command and Control centers. Still another problem for another time.

Reaching the fourth floor, the tempered and likely bullet proof floors of the first few floors were likely to be bulletproof and reinforced, this on the other hand should be tempered glass, difficult to break through, if one had the strength or speed of a normal human, more so if one could not bend laws of the world to their own purpose. With that in mind and at breakneck speed, Roza slams her right leg down through the window, then leans forward as with a sudden crash she breaks through the glass and hits the floor, still running, and self-righting herself from what was a vertical run into a horizontal in one swift movement as the PP-19 breaks through the glass with the rest of her.
From there she immediately bursts into what a map said was a stairwell and runs down to the 2nd floor landing, jumping off of that she crashes the next twenty feet, landing on her own feet as she then stormed out the door, coming out behind the Security counter and it's lock down shutters, seeing the marker in the distance the rest of the Pheonix's that weren't hitting the higher floors would need to come through here.

A delay here would not stop them, but it would be a pain to overcome. Turning her SMG towards the pair seated at the desk, she was going to play this a bit calculated. She only needed to buy a couple of minutes and leave the security shutters open. While killing them would be for the best, she always noted with Auxiliary Forces like the police that they were more prone to being Civilians than soldiers...

Squeezing the Trigger, she opens up on the one to the left, aiming low and to the left more still, the suppressed gunfire rings out as 9x18 rounds impact into the arm, legs and back of the target, his or her body armor should be able to withstand a few bullets, but no armor was really designed to take multiple hits, though in this case she didn't want the cop dead. As the other one takes notice of this and goes for the alarm and lockdown switch, Roza quick throws her knife, stabbing the hand into the wall, a panic room was off to the side, with luck there was no alarm inside of there as well, though in either case they only had a couple minutes at best to get through, though she could override the security door from this side. As the cop pulls the knife out of his hand and throws it to the ground, his body seemed to be bleeding a bit as the two limp off to the panic room, the one cop already trying to use a hand radio to report, keeping her SMG leveled on the Door as she went to get her knife back, Roza had little reason to kill the cops when wounding them gets rid of a couple more. Least till they tried to kill her.

Picking up a burner phone, she ques up those outside and speaks calmly, "Red Rabbit here, Police Neutralized, leave a couple people to watch the panic room they went into. The way is clear, I'll be waiting."


Interactions: Elenion Aura Elenion Aura Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean (others to be tagged in future posts)
 
Meirin Azuza
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SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Eastern Edge of Central District, overlooking the SEC Bridge
PARTICIPANTS:
Helva, Hou, Isaiah, Kanna, Maho, Meirin, Ra,
Rin, Shen, Soren, Vulken, Yaroslav, Yong-Yut
The Dragon and the Phoenix

Arms folded, Meirin’s eyes worriedly followed the two kings as they disappeared within a small curvet overlooking the ruined SEC Bridge. Would they be alright? Could Shen even negotiate on his own? What if things go south and an even bigger war starts? The temptation to eavesdrop was strong in the young brothel owner, but she held back for two reasons. One, it was disrespectful. Two, she needed to keep a close eye on the Scarlet Phoenixes that arrived with the Phoenix King lest they break the unspoken armistice and start a fight.

The South District’s gang of rowdy mercenaries was known for their love of fights and fisticuffs, after all.

Well…maybe just fights.

Directing her gaze back towards the group of gangsters opposite of the Azure Dragons, Merin kept her eyes locked on them even as she addressed her own gang. “So…what do ya’ll think?” Of the Scarlet Phoenixes. Of Shen’s leaving with Lyric to discuss ‘peace talks’ on his own. Of the weather. Mei left the rest up to their own interpretation. It was just an open-ended question to facilitate conversation, after all; An icebreaker to fill some of the silent tension.

“I got my guandao sharpened for today, but I’m hoping not to use it.”

The mentioned weapon, a good foot taller than its owner, remained strapped to Meirin’s back where it would hopefully stay for the duration of the talks…but Meirin wasn’t so optimistic. This was the same gang that they’ve been having on and off skirmishes for the past 8 months after all. She’d even participated in a few of them…though mostly to protect her comrades and try to end the fighting (with more fighting). Therefore, she recognized a few of the faces from the Scarlet Phoenix entourage, though she knew little about them on a personal level.

The woman that commanded some sort of shadow-creations. The woman that wielded cloth. The woman that resembled an Oni…or perhaps an Oni that resembled a woman. Then there was the guy who got hospitalized by Shen and the thief that had broken into one of their temples to barter peace.

Head tilted as she studied them (the ones she recognized), as well as some interesting others, Meirin wondered if they should start their own ‘talks’ while the kings did theirs. It would certainly alleviate some boredom…as did eavesdropping on “royal” conversation…but she wasn’t sure where to start with the Phoenixes. Unlike talking to Isaiah, Kanna, Hou, Ra, or Levi, the Bird gang weren’t necessarily as friendly, or receptive towards conversation from an Azure Dragon, and Meirin had no desire to start an argument. If you’ve got nothing nice to say and all that…though if it needed to be said, it needed to be said. Meirin had always been a proponent of open honesty unlike her idiot Ex. “So long as the Birdies don’t cause trouble, I wouldn’t have to.”

Standing among her fellow Dragons, where the open winds of Upper Central whistled through her braided hair, Meirin knew that if the Dragon Phoenix Alliance were to work all their problems needed to be aired out…not shoved under a rug like how Jesper preferred to clean his room. They had more important problems to deal with. House Vinter. The Cobalt Wolves. The Serpent Gang (which annoyed Meirin more than the Phoenixes on any day). Kanna even seemed to know the former Jack of the Phoenix gang, judging from the recording she’d seen of the ‘Bridge Incident’. However, if things didn’t work out then it just didn’t work out. Meirin preferred a clean breakage, much like her relationship with Elias.



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TAKAONNA
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SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]
LOCATION:
Mysterious Black Site, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Shinko, August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina
Thicker Than Water
"Come on! Shit's going down! We're up!" one of the four masked men yelled. The squad ran down, getting closer to the gunfire erupting at the entrance.

"Where the hell's Terrence and Whitaker?" his friend called from behind.

He turned around to see their group of four was now two. To think he promised to buy drinks for them after this... "Shitheads probably ditched. Fucking cowards." But there was no time to track down runners. The warehouse was under attack, and defending the place was their top priority! "Let's go," he said, moving to run again.

Yet his stint did not last long. Not one second after he set off again, his friend screamed—more like a yelp, because of how short a duration it was. "The hell's your—" His friend was gone.

Then a splatter, and the clattering of something solid against the floor. The man flinched, taking a few seconds of disbelief to realize what fell in front of him: the ripped arm of his friend, and a constant dripping of blood. Then fell a floppy organ—it looked like a liver—then one that splattered flat on the floor with a thin veil of meaty tissue; the heart.

It came from the darkness of the rafters... the ones absurdly high up.

He shone his flashlight, intending to immediately look upward, only to pause in the middle of the air.

There was another arm, pale and slathered in a mix of brown and red. This one wasn't torn—it was elongated. The flashlight followed it up, and up, and up. Then he found the owner of the limb.

His mind fell into white noise. The thing dug with one hand into what was once his chest, grabbing and picking and scratching around. The thing itself carried the appearance of a woman in black, stretched across the rafter meters apart, with rope-like limbs coiled around the ledges like a loose snake. Her one arm that desecrated the corpse ran around the rafter and continued onward, bending with the faint noise of bones and tissue stretching and pulling.

Something then wrapped around his foot. The arm he first found with the flashlight stretched onto the floor, and its hand found him. His scream only lasted for a second before it pulled him into the air.

As for the Takaonna, only one thing repeated in her mind: Grab. Dig. Tear.

Elenion Aura Elenion Aura @ThickerThanWater
 
JACKIE PILTER
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
THE HEIST

"Ms. Calrissian," Jackie replied in a cordial manner as he reciprocated her handshake, "I'm fine, thanks for asking. Security is always long hours." He turned his attention towards the other Tigers nearby, still rather apprehensive about their presence here but shrugged the feeling away. If Mr. Hashimoto wants them here, then they're here. he thought to himself. However he didn't like unknowns, especially when it involved outsiders, as he returned his attention to Samira. "...what's their names? I'll have to get access badges for them while they're here."

It was standard protocol around here, but it doubled as both putting the other Tigers into the system to keep an eye on them just in case. In his world, it never hurt to be too cautious or careful. "Shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes at most."


Interacting: Samira ( Beann Beann )
 
ANYA PERIKOV
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hitoshi, Merrit, Noa, Ryoma, Suzerain
FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

Anya let out a puff of smoke as she let her hand droop to her side with her cigarette after seeing Ryoma act rather calmly, which ultimately did help her nerves a bit. "Hey Ryoma..." she said with a soft sigh, her accent smoothly laced over her words, "They're fine. Both in college now." Her head turned towards the bar door, which was closed, and shrugged. "Though they're the least of my worries right now if I'll be frank." Her gaze shifted over towards the alley again and her mind drifted towards another question: "...are there more of you coming?"

And this question led to yet another one, which held the most weight over her head at the moment: "...I'm not in trouble am I?"


Interacting: Ryoma ( Stros Stros )
 
Laura Weissman
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SCENE:
Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]
LOCATION:
Chemical Warehouse, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder
[Hunting Filth]
What a fucking dump. Laura could not help but to think. Then again this was Viper territory, at least the South made some attempt to correct some of the damage to it, the Northside however seemed to relish in the poverty and suffering that made up most of its territory. If it were not for the innocents and the small few hoping for a better life, she would say to just torch the whole place. Still why were they here? And of course, it also had to be raining, but at least she had her hat, shoulder cloak and a plague doctor mask, it's a shame she couldn't have her umbrella, or this stupid mask off.

Well, not like it would matter, how many four-armed orange haired girls were in the city, much less ones with one eye scared by flame? Least Jiak seemed to have something that amounted to a plan? Directive? Wishful thinking? Either way he didn't stick around long, though from what she heard the Dragons were rather busy tonight and the Veteran would be called elsewhere, that left the three males, one younger guy, a girl and the old man from the training day.

Beat them down and make sure they stay down or kill them. Killing someone, how would that be for her? And how were they meant to destroy this place, looking at the three she smiled beneath the mask as she cocked her head to the side and shrugged. "I can throw cars at the place, but I have a feeling that isn't good enough, I'm the rookie here, you three have a plan or a means to do what he wants? Also, uh, I didn't bring any weapons but I'm plenty strong in hand to hand." With that she moves all four of her arms in articulation and pops her knuckles. "I really need to decide on a weapon."

With that she stopped and waited for any sort of orders or a plan from the other three. "And ah, no worries I don't plan to run off randomly or stay around these wonderful examples of humanity that live and work here."


Interactions/Mentions Beann Beann Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean Vahn Vahn Elenion Aura Elenion Aura
 
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Suzerain Schema
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hitoshi (
joshuadim joshuadim
), Merrit, Noa, Ryoma (
Stros Stros
), Suzerain
Suzerain didn’t know who exactly Hitoshi was, or why he was sending slurred voicemails to her phone in the middle of the night, but he was the perfect excus—she meant, she was sure Symposia had written down a principle relating to aiding organization members in distress or some such. The situation was clearly created to test her adherence to her sister’s designs, and let it not be said that she didn’t follow them to the tee. That the timing coincided with the assault against the possibly-incompetent-but-probably-more-competent-than-herself police and the debatably civil discussion between Lyric and the destroyer of bridges was a mere coincidence, she was sure. 99% sure.

Though the rookie-turned-veteran believed the likelihood of danger in this outing would be less than all of her other options for the day, she still remembered her last Phoenix event. That had been a disaster of an evening, and she hadn’t even been at the center of the action. She had learned her lesson then, and this time, she had exited her studio apartment in full body protection and a riot shield strapped to her back. Her completely unidentifiable, entirely waterproof spray-painted shield. Her first merging of it with a toaster had already twisted it far from the form it started with, but somehow, the SDPD logo had stayed unchanged throughout its four fusions and required paint to cover. Just like her motorcycle. She turned her head and eyed the edge of the rectangular shield—there was something suspicious about the entire situation, but she didn’t have time to investigate.

Zooming along on her weatherproofed motorcycle, she glanced down at the map on her phone that pinpointed her location. Her recently purchased phone was sitting snug in a clamp attached to the handlebars, a hasty addition made when she realized she had no idea where the “Bar Shellac” mentioned in the voice messages was.

“Destination in 500 meters.”

The road ended in five meters. There were two alleyways nearby, none of which were shown on the map. The map had drawn a straight line all the way to the supposed establishment. She wondered when the last update of the app had been. Before the hurricane?

“Arriving at your destination.”

Eying the alleyway with better window decor, she made a sharp turn and flew over a dirty rug half unrolled on the ground. Instead of the path ending at the bar as she hoped it would, it wound past a couple awkwardly positioned buildings before directing her to an neglected dumpster. Pursing her lips, she backed out of the dead-end. The other alleyway it was.

20 minutes and a growing distaste for the transportation department responsible for her suffering later, a flickering neon sign came into view and she finally let out a breath of relief. She had arrived at her destination.

Slowing her vehicle, Suzerain squinted behind the cheap safety goggles she had found in a drawer that morning. There were two people standing in front of the shop, and one of them appeared vaguely familiar to her even a distance away. There was a 75% chance that she’d seen him walking around HQ, but she wasn’t certain. Hopping off her motorcycle once it ground to a stop and started tipping over, she thought about it and clumsily unstrapped her shield.

Inching closer while holding the barrier in front of her, she greeted the two,
“Hello. Are either of you Hitoshi?”


She formed a peculiar picture. A brightly coloured shield blocked most of her figure, and her face was concealed by clear goggles and a mask. The veteran Phoenix also sported multiple layers of synthetic resins in the form of a jumpsuit with blue and pink piping. All together, she looked somewhat like a mad scientist who had gone through a shower of neon paint.


TL;DR:
Suzerain gets lost because not-Google Maps sucks, finds Bar Shellac after trial and error, then asks Ryoma and Anya if they happen to be Hitoshi while holding a riot shield.
 
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Ryoma Matsuno
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hitoshi( joshuadim joshuadim ), Suzerain( Ambiloquous Ambiloquous )
FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING
The frank question earned Anya a raised eyebrow from Ryoma initially, before it was followed up by a half grin and shrug of his shoulders.

"Only if yah got Hitoshi locked away somewhere in the basement." He joked.

Though, as the contours of Anya's face remained the same, he further added.

"You're not his babysitter. Are you? Relax. ... No one's expecting you to answer for Hitoshi. You do plenty for him and the Phoenixes already. ... I haven't a clue who all is coming. I thought I might be the only one who got a voicemail. But it seems I'm not alone."

As Ryoma uttered these words, the strange figure in the distance rapidly approached. Soon the pair could make out the shape of a motorcycle, though the outline commanding the mechanical steed stood out more to them than the bike itself. In the dead of night, one would be challenged to say that Shellac Bar didn't have a new additional neon sign attached to its storefront.

More bizarre than the person's appearance was their approach, shielded from view completely by a five foot tall riot shield. The only thing that gave away its identity was the female voice that spoke and questioned whether the two of them were Hitoshi. Clearly, this woman was lost in both meanings of the word. However, something in her manner of speech and color design was vaguely familiar to Ryoma. Staring blankly at one another for a moment, without a word, he shared a glance with Anya before responding.

"Afraid not... but I'm guessing you got a voicemail from him too?"

In that moment Ryoma's gaze drifted from the goggled hood, barely visible, to the front of the riot shield. Noticing a pair of slits that were nearly identical to that of a toaster, the slew of oddities clicked together in his mind and he remembered where he had encountered this puzzling person.

"I'm Ryoma Matsuno. You probably know me as Bruiser. You're Mono, aren't yah?"
 
Passeri Park
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]
LOCATION:
Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Wren, Elias, Kenji, Passeri, Isobel, Ezra
Where Giants Sleep
Passeri had taken a moment to rest. She was used to being on her feet. Her performances were more of a test of endurance than any jaunt about a park could ever be, but all of the aimless wandering was doing her no good. She sat, now, in the shadow of the Serpent's stony maw.

She'd commandeered a park bench, lightly tangled in tendrils of moss, and set about engrossing herself in the plaza's ambience. Her mind and eyes drifted freely, while her ears fixated on every fresh sound that they could. The distant trickle of water, the pitter-patter of a passerby, the just barely audible sound of a circulatory fan, and the twittering of a birdsong. She used to do this a lot. Back when she was a young girl with all of the time in the world. It helped her think, tuning out whatever white noise was plaguing her thoughts and allowing her to focus on what she needed to.

This was the first time she'd come back to it in... She couldn't even remember how long.

In their aimless wander, her eyes had begun to track the stony swirls of the Serpent's coils. If she put aside the gaudiness of the construction, as well as the fact that it had essentially become a public monument to a drug cartel, the work put into the statue really was quite admirable. It was little more than cold, unfeeling stone, and yet it shone with an inky blackness that suggested living, breathing life. Light streamed in from above, bathing the statue in a striking spotlight. Shadows clung to every wrinkle, fold and crevice that they were supposed to. It was impressive. Really impressive. A statue of light, dark, angles and position as much as it was of stone. That, she supposed, was one of the benefits of not having it sat out in the all-encompassing sunlight.

She stood up, and moved in the direction of the statue. Within the base of her shoes, there was a flash of pink light, and a thin sheen of energy formed beneath her socks. It was hardly the most stable way to use her Potential, but couldn't ignore the chance of somebody recognising her ability, should she create an entire pane of energy to stand atop as she normally did. She'd just have to be careful.

Halfway to the statue, Passeri's pace turned to a bound, and the constructs within her shoes lifted her from the earth. About her, there were a few murmurs, and a few pointed fingers, too, but nothing that lasted more than a moment. This was New Oasis, after all. Spotting an HP using their gifts for the sake of delinquency was hardly anything new.

Passeri brought herself to a stop just before she collided with the statue, dangling in the air with an unnatural stiffness.

It looked just as impressive up close, if not more so. It'd been worn away ever so lightly by the elements, but the detail with which the Heavenly Beast had been sculpted was still evident. Motion returned to her body, and she began to trail along the Serpent's coils. Her eyes flicked across each of the stone scales, listlessly at first, and then, once she'd made it half way along the Serpent's length, with intent.

"Huh."

She'd only barely spotted it, highlighted by a thin glean of light along its edge. There was something engraved into the statue, neatly hidden within one of its folds. She drifted closer, and then removed a phone from her pocket.

'In the palms of winter rests the blackest nights.'

Passeri quirked a brow. Of everything she'd been expecting to find, this was hardly it. Her camera flashed, and the rest of the group would receive a text with a photo attached. Whether it was something of note, or just some bizarre easter egg that the statue's sculptor had left, she wasn't sure, but it was probably worth reporting.

"Found this on the Northern Statue. Might be worth checking the other ones out."

Maybe this wouldn't be a wild goose chase after all.

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CAMILA GASPARI
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ryutaro, Jennifer, Samira, Maria, Camila, Sylvie
THE HEIST
Camila looked up to the sky, staring at the vast azure expanse as she cleared her head, not a single distraction for her sight aside from the occasional sparrow flying by. She was resting her back against the side of her car, which was stationed at a mostly empty parking lot near an office complex. Just a few moments ago she was inside that building, she had finished sealing a deal with a lawyer firm over obtaining the co-ownership of a small local business, specifically a traditional Fusilian pizzeria located over at Lower Central. Camila noticed that the place started getting traction since last month, and after trying it for herself, it was clear that the place blowing up in popularity was a matter of time. The deal was simple: She paid a generous sum to the humble restaurant for co-owner ship, she didn't have to do anything and would get a percentage of the profits every month, thus securing another source of passive income for the silver-haired entrepreneur.

She enjoyed a hot cup of coffee as she relaxed, and relaxing she needed. She didn't want to admit it, but Camila had been overworking herself pretty badly as of late, with barely over four hours of sleep on her currently. One would wonder why she was overexerting herself this badly, was she desperate for more riches? Did she want to prove herself to the rising number of tigers working under her wing? Was she aiming for a position of leadership within the gang? It was hard to tell, but no matter what the reason may be, she just couldn't find herself sitting idly, she needed to get stuff done or the anxiety would creep in. She gulped downed the last of her beverage, adding further to the concerningly high levels of caffeine in her body, and simply threw the empty plastic cup on the ground. It was about time to meet up with the Tiger Queen, and she didn't plan to leave him waiting.

The ride to Hashimoto Real Estate Agency was pretty short, the convenience of properly planning a route ahead. She walked out of her car around half a block away from the entrance. Just as she pulled out her phone to check on the time and messages, she noticed the familiar sight of her number one underli- Coworker.

"Heh, impeccable timing as of late, Sylvie, not bad"

Together they got inside the building, apparently, they got there before the others. A quick talk with the receptionist notified them that Ryutaro would be available shortly. A bit rude to make them wait, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Quickly, the rest started to arrive, all of them Camila knew well to some extent. She gave both Jennifer and Maria a nod of acknowledgement as they appeared, both ladies had a solid business relationship with her, but not much beyond that, at least from her point of view. Then, lastly, was the Ace, Samira. She had been flaunting the title for a little over half a year, and so far, had been doing a decent job as far as Camila knew. Yet still, she still found herself being annoyed by the woman's election, as she wasn't the most active member around, the nepotism in display was a little to egregious.

"Camila, Camila Gaspari, and this gentleman here is Sylvie Slezák" she said towards the hulking adonis before Samira could respond to his question.

She wasn't about to let a greenhorn Ace speak in her stead.




joshuadim joshuadim Beann Beann Uasal Uasal Shoya Shoya WhiskeyMarten WhiskeyMarten
 
YONG-YUT // RIN
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SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hou, Isaiah, Kanna, Meirin, Ra, Shen, Soren
Helva, Maho, Rin, Vulken, Varoslav
The Dragon and the Phoenix
The tension was thick. Unsettling. Worried silver eyes stared at the place the blonde King had just stood. The Kings leaving to discuss in private seemed to make the feeling worse for Yong-Yut. They wrung their hands together, gaze moving to scan over the opposing gang. Though they recognized one of them personally, the Jack, and trusted her judgment, the others they weren’t sure of. Any one of them could move first.

Then again, looking back at the fellow Phoenixes amongst her, any one of them could, too.

They faced forward again, taking in a slow, deep breath. The good thing is that no one has moved. Not just yet, for the few moments they were standing there. She adjusted her posture, reminding herself of confidence. She glanced to her side. Confidence didn’t seem that much of a problem for the oni next to them, now that they think about it.

A long sigh escaped the horned rookie. Her eyes trailed awkwardly from the departing kings, to the posse of Dragons, and then to the other Phoenixes. When Rin heard that they were going to meet up with the opposing gang, she wrongfully assumed it was for different intentions and had already committed by the time she learned otherwise. Maybe a fight would break out, but she was told that would be a “bad” thing.

“So…” She finally broke the silence, looking around to those near her. There weren’t really any Rin knew save having met Yong-Yut briefly. So, her attention turned towards hers as she leaned over to speak somewhat hushed. “...So… do we just stand around now? Or what happens at these things?”

Yong-Yut paused, staring at the girl for a moment. She didn’t expect Rin to say anything, let alone to her specifically. Her eyes flickered around the surrounding group as if asking for permission from nobody in particular before leaning in and finally answering. “Uh, yeah,” they whispered to match the other’s volume. “We’re just waiting for the Kings to come back, I think.”

“Right… right…” Rin mused with an understanding nod. “...And, like… how long does that take?” Surely they didn’t just have to stand there until the two were done. Fighting wasn’t an option she could jump to without a justification. “Did we all really need to come here if those two were the only ones who were gonna talk and we can’t pick a fight with the other guys?”

“We’re… backup?” Yong-Yut shrugged. She didn’t really believe that herself —both Kings were quite strong on their own— but she didn’t have a better answer. “They’ll take as long as they need to take. And we’ll just wait here until they reach a conclusion.”

Rin folded her arms with a conflicted expression and low grumble, tapping an index finger along one bicep. “Then… can we get on our phones at least? Or do we gotta mean-mug these people the entire time?”

“Ah…. theoretically we could? Nothing’s… stopping us. But, you know…” Yong-Yut gestured to the Dragons across from them, notably pointing out the ones that were armed.

“Eh, if they wanna be all moody for who knows how long this’ll take, let’em,” Rin replied offhandedly as she straightened her posture. Digging in her pocket, she pulled out her phone perhaps too nonchalantly. “Besides, if they make the first move, then I get a brawl!”

As she started tapping on her phone, it was clear the gravity of the situation was lost on Rin. At this point, she was just muscle if things went down. Otherwise, though, she was just standing around. “A game never hurt anyone anyway.”

Yong-Yut kept their eyes trained on Rin as she pulled out her phone. The Oni made a pretty good point, actually, and a distraction would probably be a nice way to ease the tension, too. Looking around the area once more for ‘permission,’ Yong-Yut followed the rookie’s lead, bringing out their own phone to play on.

“You play any games Yong-Yut? Looks like we got nothin’ but time. Oh! We should play together! C’mon!” Rin suggested excitedly with a bit of a bounce on her toes, followed by a bit of a nudge. ”We can play Cavecraft or King of Warriors! I’ll go easy on you~”

“Oh— uh,” Yong-Yut glanced at her phone and back at Rin, “I guess we can play. Uh, I have Cavecraft.” Opening the app, they continued, “like, on a server? Or? I like the games on Lopixel.”

The oni gave a triumphant grin, having succeeded in the task of getting someone to entertain her during the dull excursion. “Yes! Let’s do it! I happen to be pretty good~” She said with a hint of cockiness in her voice. Humming as she launched the app, it appeared Rin had a bit of a competitive streak.

They gave an approving nod as they connected to the server. They waited until the other did the same before asking, “what’s your username?”

“Onichi, yours?” Rin replied quickly and with a smile. “And which minigame did ya’ wanna start with? I’ll let you choose first~”

“R- Uh… ‘rapunzelinbows,’ all lowercase,” the Veteran muttered. It was a username she used pretty often, but it didn’t really fit her that well anymore. Not since her birthday, anyway. Yong-Yut’s embarrassment left, however, as soon as she was let pick the game. With a little smugness sprinkled into her normally monotonous tone, she led the girl in-game to one Yong-Yut felt proficient in. “We can play build battle.”

A toothy grin took over the taller woman’s smile, though she didn’t seem to think anything wrong of the username. Her’s was just what she was and the first three letters of her last name, after all. “You’re on! Like I promised, I’ll go easy on you~”



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BLITZ (Boltius Beckman)
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Boltius, Ashley, Gideon, Roza, Tatsuya, Inigo, Eric, (NPCs)
TACTICAL MAYHEM
With Operation Breach a go, standing just outside of the back emergency exit to Upper Central’s CDPD sector, Boltius slipped his phone into the pocket of his shorts and merged with the outflowing stream of civilians and CDPD personnel who were filing into the parking lot, and he moved opposite of them, making his way into the building and up the stairs.

Though he moved with purpose and determination, a tickle of doubt lingered at the back of his mind—Would they succeed? Did they make the proper arrangements? Is this enough?

“Tch.” There was no time for such thoughts, Boltius resolved, still moving.

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Upper Central CDPD-HQ Sector, Third Floor — Detectives Division — Records Room
There, shrouded in the red exhaust of a lit flare, Oliver Lawless held a hand over his face, twirling his bat with the other, and stared with cold eyes at the body of the Phoenix at his feet.

Filing cabinets were laid over, records strewn about and still settling from the recent scuffle, and a hole in the wall the size of two men—sheetrock burned red at its edges and smoked—provided a gateway to the other room behind him.

The Phoenix, a Veteran by the alias “Dynamik”, was bleeding out at the head, likely concussed and certainly unconscious.

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Oliver gave her body a kick, “Yuh still ‘live?” Coughing, he ducked down to poke at her—no response, so he stood and began searching for the filing cabinet in which the flare had been stowed. As he did, he spoke to the unconscious, or maybe even dead, Phoenix woman he’d bludgeoned.

“Where ya hide it, bwuh? Who ya with, yuh?” He expected no answer. “Phoeniss? Serpent? Maybe Tigah, yuh?” Another inhalation of the red smoke wracked his body with coughs before he knelt down and finally found the location of the flare. “Shimmy-shimmy-yaaaah~” Oliver coughed again, pulled open the metal drawer and stepped back as a burst of heat and smoke rolled out like a slap across the face. His bat hit the floor with a clang; hands came up to rub his burning, watering eyes.

Following that, a report came through his handheld radio; an officer's panicked voice telling of gunshots on the second floor.

Whatever was currently going on... The police were seemingly disadvantaged.

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Upper Central CDPD-HQ Sector, Rooftop
Deadcell, ever the slightest smile upon his lips, looked out at the district with an air of tranquility… And he marveled at how the city glowed beneath the sun.

A deep inhale brought his eyes to close.

Then, on the exhale, he relaxed with a sag in the shoulders, slouching in posture.

Closer to the edge, he moved to gaze down at the gathering crowd in the parking lot and thought to himself, Just a few more minutes.

A few more minutes.

And those minutes passed like the warm breeze through his hair. Before he knew it, it was time.

He’d been charging up for the last hour to maximize his potential’s reach—the ability to butcher all electronic communications within a given area. To call, text, or radio anyone outside of said area would pose rather strange results, such as the call or message being redirected back to the sender or, in some cases, cause the phone or radio to bug out altogether.

This would prevent any CDPD personnel from calling for backup from the other districts and precincts—at least until the potential wore off, which Deadcell could not tell when.

He’d never charged up for so long before.

Back toward the center of the rooftop, Deadcell shook his hands at his sides with limp arms, bouncing up and down, and ran the steps through his mind again. Okay. Release half. Get to Lower Central. Release the rest… Not foolproof… but trust in the Phoenixes… We’ve got this.

He repeated aloud, “We’ve got this… Let’s go!”

…Moments later… A startling, audible electronic wave swept outward from CDPD-HQ in all directions—a large crackling wave that seemed to do all of nothing… At first, that is…

Then, as civilians in the parking lot tried to text their friends and family about the strange events taking place, many of their phones disobeyed, and confused murmurs filled the air.

“What’s going on!?” one civilian asked a nearby officer.

“Sorry- Attention, please!... I need everyone to evacuate the premises in an orderly fashion, please,” another officer advised, hands high, before speaking into his walkie, “This is Officer Daniels, we’ve got potential gang-” interrupting him, however, before he could finish, his own voice repeated back to him, “This is Officer Daniels, we’ve got potential gang-” Static followed.

“What the-?” the officer smacked his walkie and tried again, bewildered. “Ahem. This is Officer Daniels, shots fired at- ACK!” This time, a loud screech shredded through the walkie’s speaker and assaulted the officer’s ear, and in his moment of shock he threw it away, letting it clatter with concrete.

Civilians and other CDPD affiliates watched on. Meanwhile, surrounding the entire building, others were struggling with the same phenomena. On the other hand, those who contacted other parties who happened to be within the unseen boundary were successful in their attempts.

The officers around the parking lot began to rally…

Up above, Deadcell wasted no time finding an elevator. Holding in the remainder of his charge took great energy, so he needed to act fast.
BOLTIUS/POST NOTES​
— —Current Temperature: Neutral...

— —What he's wearing (Click) Black Coat over an orange/grey/black Jacket + Matching Shorts w/ black leggings underneath; Orange sneakers; Black flat-bill cap; No gloves, harness, or jewelry as seen in the reference image...

— —Boltius' Tattoo Reference (X) His tattoo is currently hidden/unseen by his clothes...

— —Boltius' Physique Reference, since his face-claim art doesn't accurately depict it (X) (X)

— —POST RECAP: Operation Breach is underway! Civilians and CDPD personnel have taken to the emergency halls and stairways to exit the building due to the blaring fire-alarms, and the Phoenixes are sweeping in to take over the building. Oliver Lawless, having caught Phoenix Veteran Dynamik in the act of stowing her flare at the time of Operation Smoke, took action, defeated her, and has just sent word to other officers via walkie.

— —Upper Sector CDPD Floors:
1st Floor, Visitors Center... The main floor from which people come and go.
2nd, Officers Division... Where officers conduct their work. Includes many rooms dedicated to varying purposes.
3rd, Detectives Division... Where detectives conduct their work. Includes many rooms dedicated to varying purposes.
4th, Dispatch Center... Includes two large, separate offices of call cubicles, one labeled Center A and the other Center B.

When descending from Upper CDPD to Lower CDPD via freight elevator, one passes through a glass tunnel that offers a high-rise view of the underground city.

— —NPCs Mentioned so far:
(Phoenixes) Barbados, Boo, Delson, Muskrat, Pipsqueak, Lacy, Dynamik, Deadcell...

(CDPD) Oliver Lawless, Officer Daniels...

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Dante Aguilar
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]
LOCATION:
Akira's Office, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Akira, Dante, Pablo, Welsha
The Faceless Fox

Morning light fell through onto the staircase, somehow.

He sighed into lapses of warmth and shade with each step, heavy, dazzlingly— it was getting hard to power through exhaustion nowadays. Nevertheless, he kept walking. Up those damned stairs. The thumping, echoing of his feet bouncing off the walls being the one and only sound coexisting with scattered thoughts, hazy, out of focus. He was too lost in the tunnel-vision to give two shits about it, all that mattered was beating everyone else to the punch, getting it done as quick as possible. Clock out at six, get paid. Maybe chip away a bit of the debt while you’re at it.

It was like throwing stones at a brick wall, waiting to see if it gave.

Dante went through the motions all over again, eyes dark, resigned. The look of someone that’d long abandoned any hope of that wall crumbling down before him.

Moments later, his absence of thoughts was overcome with a surge of lightning coming up his abdomen. Roll the thunder, he inched forward, a hand pressed right under his chest, black fingernails hook into the fabric of his dress shirt— the other hand grasped mindlessly at the air. Looking for something to hold onto. A wall, the stairs, someone else’s shoulder; he didn’t care at that point.

A gasp left him, without permission, as the pain roared louder. He caught a hiss of breath coming out of him, followed by an exhaled — “Shit…!”

He took a step back from the warmth of the light, into wider shadow. Clutching at the crimson pooling beneath his hand, bright yellow eyes began to endlessly pace the steps behind him, looking for any sign of movement.

It wasn’t exactly a good look for someone to show up at work with a bullet hole or two. Six bullet holes, in his case. Two stab wounds. One, maybe two cracked ribs— it was hard to tell by feel alone. Old wounds, a week or two old. The majority of them would close up after a good night’s sleep— scar tissue by the end of the month in most cases— others would open back up by the time the pale hint of dawn's light came through. Like haphazardly made stitches, he’d have to deal with the resonance of old hurt while the newest one rolled around.

These days, his body was crisscrossed with long, straight cuts, stains of black-blue bruises and the usual bone jutting out, waiting to snap back in place. The city of New Oasis seemed to be growing more and more teeth and talon— tension was building up in the criminal world. And as the five-star errand boy for the tigers, he couldn’t hope to handle it all in just one night every week.

That’s why he rolled up to this job in the first place. He needed to distance himself from the more violent hits, the easy money type. For a while at least. Even if he knew this one probably wouldn’t go as pretty as he hoped it would, it didn't look to be nearly as bad as all the other ones.

Dante squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the wound close back up in the dark, clutching at a lingering vigor— fading.

He groaned and willed his legs forward; the red stain wasn’t big enough not to be covered by his dinner jacket anyways.

By the time he arrived to his newest employer’s office, the door was already opened, expectant, the bickering of voices could be heard from the other side— “They were the ones hogging up the elevator all along, huh?” — Hands on his knees, his mouth parted with half-a-smile, almost a snarl. His eyes were singing a completely different song, sweat running down his brow. He didn’t mind the exercise, not at all, but still — “…Fuck.”

He wiped the sheen of sweat, swiped the wildness that was his hair into a more professional looking ponytail and made his way in. He looked down for a moment, trying not to let out a scowl as he tucked the red-white dress shirt a little further in, hiding it beneath the jacket.

“Boss.” — Dante gave the man in front of him a nod, no more recognition other than that simple gesture. His eyes wandered the room as everyone else took the talking stick. Blank. Sterile. Like a one-bed, one-bath, no-color, multimillionaire suite. Nothing he was accustomed to. He maybe recognized one or two familiar faces jutting out. Now wasn’t the time for greetings, however.

“Hm.”— He scoffed — “First come, first serve. I’ll be taking the North, then. I’m used to the place.” — Dante raised a hand out of his pocket to stand out from the class, get the teacher's attention for a while. He glared at the man’s smile with tire writ blatant on his look.

A hand went to fix his aviators back in place, ended pinching the bridge of his nose on instinct, pulling down as though trying in vain to ebb away at the exhaustion— psyche himself up.

He’d seen that same deranged sneer one too many times lately — “So, again, what’re we doing here and who’re we doing it to?”



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Helva Linxal
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SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hou SilverFlight SilverFlight , Isaiah Lucem Lucem , Kanna FabulousTrash FabulousTrash , Maho The Suspicious Eye The Suspicious Eye , Meirin QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel , Ra The Prophet The Prophet , Rin EmperorsChosen EmperorsChosen , Shen Elenion Aura Elenion Aura , Soren @, Vulken Nobody Special Nobody Special , Yaroslav, Yong-Yut gxxberkit gxxberkit .
The Dragon and the Phoenix
There weren't many times where Helva herself would go to a event such as this, she was a known member of the Linxal Family, but she didn't really associate her Family life to her Phoenix life most of the time. Their family knew about her being a Phoenix, nothing can escape their eyes after all, they simply chosen the policy of ignoring it for the most part though. The fact she allowed a few Dragons to actually see her face, instead of her Revernant form annoyed her almost as much as the inability to attack them right now, these peace talks were stupid in her eyes, nothing more than a delay of a eventual war, and the fact the freaking Alex seeked this out after the Dragons broke the original one pissed her off even more, to her, it seemed like he had a soft spot for their dragon enemies, and it annoyed them deeply. But Lyric agreed to these negotiations, likely after being convinced by Alex, it was a bit frustrating but she really had no choice but to accept the decision, she respected Lyric as a leader and a warrior after all and if she thinks it's a good idea, then she was sure she had some kind of game plan. She gave a sharp glare towards the Dragon King as they made their way to discuss things in private, once the door had shut, Helva then put on a pair of sun glasses that had a built in Camera in it. It was Synced to Hiymas phone, who stood right behind her, as if hiding from the sights of the Dragons.
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She was using the Camera on the Glasses to take pics of the Dragons, in order to add them to a list of known Dragon Affiliates, some of them quite a few of them were already on the list, but there were a few new ones that she hasn't exactly seen before. So even if these negotiations fail, she would of still at least got a bit of information from this whole fiasco. Hiyma nudged Helva a bit signalling that they got the pictures of all the new faces, and updated the bad pics of the older ones, with either a more updated one or clearer one. Helva didn't take the glasses off though, instead they looked towards Skadi aka Night Witch, and signaled for them to stay close, if things turned into a fight she and Hiyma were their best allies and would be able to take on any threat together, all she had to do was make sure Hiyma didn't get killed before they could merge. Hiyma getting put out of action, would be detrimental considering Helva only brought two stakes and a few wooden throwing spears as weapons making herself look sorta like a Vampire hunter of sorts. She figured her main weapon kit just wouldn't be practical for this sorta encounter, same with Skadi as well. They honestly could of did a lot more planning to further their advantage if a fight broke out, the only reason she didn't was cause of courtesy, not for the Lizards, but for Lyric, the Lizards didn't deserve anything but to be impaled on a spike. She may of hated the Tigers, but she disliked the Dragons just as much, the snakes were just annoying, but the Lizards were a true pest in need of extermination. To her this whole ordeal was a hoax and a waste of time, diplomacy is simply holding action so that they can lick up their wounds to fight again, even if this little peace treaty fell through, how long before the Dragons broke it again? just like they did the last one. They will just catch another group of Phoenix unprepared at a later date and cause even more problems for them, atleast with them designated as official enemies the other Phoenixs wouldn't become so dam complaisant around them. They gave a look of disgust towards the dragons, though her eyes weren't really visible due to the glasses, still though it could be easy enough to show that she wasn't exactly impressed. She killed Dragons, Tigers and Snakes before, some were actual challenges some were annoying, and some were even worthy of her respect, as much as she hated to admit it.

Helva nudged Skadi who was staring off towards the meeting room where Lyric had entered and told her"Multi Task, look after Hiyma and pay attention to the meeting room their in, if anything happens prepare to Hunt." Skadi gave Helva a affirmative nod , and put herself between Hiyma and the Dragons, Helva then gave Skadi her sunglasses so that she could wear them as well, and assist Hiyma in any shenanigans she has thought of. "I suppose you are going to talk with some of your friends then? Hmp, whatever, Just don't stray too far off, since your the one who wanted to play cautiously until conflict is considered necessary." Helva of course waved Hiymas concerns off, "Yeah, yeah i know, no need to tell me twice mom." Hiyma was clearly not impressed by Helvas words, but let it go non the less. Helva made her way over to Vulken, without her glasses it was harder to see, but she was sure to be able to make out Vulkens notable details easily enough, especially since he was close by. Helva grabbed Vulkens arm and pulled him closer to her, then telling him "Vulken it's been a moment, You got anything interesting you wanna divulge about anything in particular? even those lizard heads, any of them look familiar to you besides their jack?" she said that last few lines were said with notable disgust in her voice. Though she was doing this more so as a conversation starter, Helva was pretty secretive with some things, but she had proven her worth many times before. She had many things to do, and this fiasco had gotten added to the list, so instead of wasting her time doing nothing, she figured that getting to talk with Vulken for a moment might give them some useful info she didn't know about or at the very least a time killer. "Just wanted to make sure you were alright, since you know, you got ambushed by their king and his goons during the bridge incident and all, and now your seeing him again and their goon squad."
 




Orion | Lab Perimeter, North | Sun In The Gutter





Patrol duty, then out in the trenches for the next several weeks. He'd been told by Brick to go support some of the transit lines- and it made his stomach bubble when he'd played guard to the Serpent's drug trafficking work.

This was what his life had become. This was who he was now. Not a vigilante that worked in an organization, slaying villains of all sorts in an amoral attempt at achieving justice in stability in their corrupt political metropolis- but a thug. Demoted to just another number, another statistic that played a part in the ruining of lives. He had become a bully, because that's really all these gangs were. And the Serpents embodied that shit to a perfect T.

Honestly, when the Iron Knight had showed up and started attacking their lines with his support team, a part of him had been overjoyed. There wasn't a person he really cared about outside of two, and since neither of them had been with him on those routes- he hadn't bothered to do anything except really save his own neck when the transits were bombed with firepower from above. Energy blasts, supercharged bullets, conjured projectiles-- all he'd cared about was just keeping himself alive, and doing the bare minimum to keep some of the other Serpents still kicking.

So when he'd eventually been pulled from acting as a guard to something he despised to being a officer that roamed the chemical concoction central base of the Serpents drug manufacturing organization- he was anything but irate.

Again. He found himself wondering. Why am I still here?

He couldn't help but think of Felix and the others. How they would look at him now if they could see him. It'd probably be with disgust. I mean think about it. You went from helping people in a gang, to joining a criminal one and probably the worst of the biggest. Look at this place? Cracked roads, the atmosphere of the North was dull, drab, almost sorrowful and pathetic as much as the infrastructure of its pressed together buildings, unkempt sidewalks and roads, and many left-behind and abandoned places of business were.

This was how people lived in Oasis up here and the North, and like before, he felt a sickening sense of such high disgust for what he had become a part of. His parents would weep if they could see him now- his adoptive father would look at him with such disappointment and Felix.

Orion's hand tightened on his scabbard where he always kept it. The one item he couldn't part without when he'd left home, abandoned them really to come here.

Why do I stay? he found himself asking. Staring up at the sky. "It's not like I care about anyone here", his tone was bored- tired-- and then Darius and Ten flashed into his mind and his eyes narrowed.

He'd been spending more time with those two since their fight together in Central on Ciao's orders.

Not often but now and then he'd visit and bring both of them snacks. Out of most of the Serpents, they were the few he didn't find himself revolted to be around.

They were the only reason he hadn't given into his urges to run away again. But...the urge was coming back- and this time he didn't think he could stop himself. Killing other gang members, whether they were Dragon, Phoenix, or Tiger- it didn't matter to him. They were all criminals playing a part in a system of chaotic benefit for whoever was the current King and at the top of each gang. To him it hardly mattered if he killed anyone from any of the gangs. They'd chosen their poison and if they ended up at his blade or his hand, it was merely fair game.

Darius however, struck him as different. Though he didn't care to around either of the two when they were being awkward lovey-dovie idiots, he had come to grown to like being around them. Ten, though hyperactive- he sensed had something in them that somehow separated them from being lumped into the rest of these psychopaths, pinheads and power hungry curs. It might have been the fact Darius cared so much about their lover that made him feel that there was something redeeming about Ten or maybe it was Ten's personality and how it reminded him of Marty in some weird way.

Whatever it was, something about them had kept him from leaving after the first few drug trafficking protection routes.

But he was certain of it now. He needed to get out of this gang. He'd go to the Tigers if he had the money to pay, go to the Phoenixes even- but of what he heard recently he wasn't entirely interested in heading down that route either- so if his options were limited it might as well have been the Dragons.

How to get in there though was the question.

Leaving Darius and Ten behind was fair. If he hadn't grown to liking their company recently he wouldn't have even thought about them in his planning. Now though? He felt there might be a chance. At least this time to take the people he cared about with him before it was too late when he abandoned ship.



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SYLVIE SLEZÁK

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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
THE HEIST

Sylvie walked down the street with clear purpose, the leather briefcase in his hand swaying vigorously with the movements of his arms. He had rehearsed the meeting in his head all morning, and all of the previous day. Arriving in Central hours early for the appointment, he had thought about what he might say to Ryutaro while he picked at the overly pretentious — even by his standards — breakfast he had ordered. Even if it was just Tiger business, he had a rare opportunity to make himself known, and he wasn’t about to waste it with shoddy first impressions.

Ignoring the complaints of his sisters trying to get ready for school that morning, he had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for far too long, ensuring his appearance was perfect. A smooth line of eyeliner was applied with a steady hand, eyebrows kept in a soft arch with any stray hairs put in their place immediately, and his face was inspected for any unsightly blemishes. The outfit was a lot simpler, formal but not flashy, a classic black suit. He had no intention to try and upstage anyone, as long as the Queen knew his name and face by the end of the day.

As Sylvie neared the impressive building where Hashimoto Real Estate took residence, nervousness crept in. He was confident he had done everything he could to prepare, but what if he messed the job up? He had tasted failure before, but never in front of two leaders who pretty much owned his life. Muttering words of motivation in his mother tongue, he didn’t notice the familiar face ahead of him until she spoke.

“I would not dare be late!” He stopped in his tracks, replying without hesitation, “especially not today. It is great to see you!” Sylvie was sincere in his words, it was Camila herself that had drilled punctuality into him and it would be the ultimate show of disrespect to not heed her words on the most important job of the year. It was a job she had secured for him, and for that he was nothing but grateful, continuing to cherish the business relationship that had grown since their first job together last September. He followed her into the building with renewed confidence, greeting each fellow Tiger that joined them in waiting.

Approaching Jackie behind the Ace, Sylvie remained silent when Camila spoke out of turn. He wasn’t keen to get involved, being fond of both ladies. He did, however, give a respectful nod to the man, suppressing his growing restlessness as he waited to meet the Queen.
 
JACKIE PILTER
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
THE HEIST

When expecting an answer from Samira, Jackie was a bit taken aback by Camila, as she introduced herself as, speaking in both her stead as well as Sylvie's. He cocked an eyebrow towards this as he knew that the Tiger's operated on a hierarchy, and that Samira was more or less closer to the top than the other girl was. "Uh uh..." the big man muttered as he set his gaze first on Camila and then Sylvie before shrugging. "Just a moment." he then said before turning back towards the receptionist desk. He took out a small tablet and typed into it to order two new security cards for them, but just as he was about to send the request a message appeared on internal communications from his boss.

'Aliases.' it simply read.

Jackie quickly changed his input request to match and shortly thereafter Amy delivered with two white slabs hanging off their respective lanyards that were a silky black in color. The names on them, however, were different. As he handed them over to both Camila and Sylvie, it read them differing names: Cassandra and Sarah, respectively. "Boss requested your names be different on the system. Eyes and ears everywhere, so secrecy is key."


Interacting: Samira ( Beann Beann ), Camila ( Roda the Red Roda the Red ), Sylvie ( WhiskeyMarten WhiskeyMarten )
 
CHARLIE HUGHES
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Vantaggio Tower, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Alicia, Charles, Dante, Hector, Hide, Yukito, Raquel, Zachariah
WHOLE WORLD BLIND
The morning lights passed through the bathroom's small window. Cold water poured down from the tap, pooling up on a pair of cupped hands, Charlie brought the water to his face, splashing it in a quick motion. He kept his palms resting against his face for a few seconds before slowly lowering them, placing each hand on the sides of the sink's rim.

He looked at the mirror, he was shirtless, and his hair was unkept mess, result of the endless turning and tossing from last night. He stared at his own gaze, trying to find once again that resolution he thought he had just the day before. His hands trembled; he could easily end up crushing the sink by accident if he was careless. He sighed deeply, as unfortunately he had no time to spare. He dressed up unceremoniously, donning a simple white shirt and dark sweatpants, a pair of slightly worn-out sneakers and a leather jacket. Some may call it a fashion abomination, but today of all days, he could not care less about any of that, what matters is that it allowed him to carry his weapons properly.

The Journey to the West was straightforward and uneventful, fortunately. After only a couple hours, he had arrived at the Vantaggio Tower, the place Hector chose as the vantage point. Deeply-buried memories resurged from within the boy's mind, his mother had invested to support the building of the tower just a few months after it began to be constructed. He also remembered how she brought him to show him the magnificent building, and how she promised they would have lunch together someday at the top. Charlie loved high places back in the day, even if nowadays he found himself often looking down into the ground. He dismissed the thoughts with a plain shrug, and proceeded to walk inside through the indicated rear entrance.

As he got to the designated floor, the boy noticed a slew of familiar faces. Two of them he didn't know their names but saw them prior at the party Hector set up a few days ago. One was the short boy who kept walking on people, Charlie thought he was an actual child, some member's kid, but apparently that wasn't the case. There was also the flamboyant peach-haired man who kept talking about coming back from the dead or something like that. There also was someone else close by...That Woman... Charlie preferred to not unearth the memories of his punishment, nor the incredibly bitter taste it left in his mouth, so, if possible, he would try to avoid her. As his entrance caught the attention of the people in the room, he gave all of them a simple nod of acknowledgement, before finding a seat next to the one face he was actually incredibly relieved to see: His friend Hide. The boy made small talk with him to pass time, from discussing surface-level aspects of the mission to completely unrelated topics.

Sometime later, Hector walked downstairs and into the room with everyone else, giving them all a warm welcome and the opportunity to speak up. Against his better judgement, Charlie voiced a question he already knew the answer of.

"Hect...Queen Pharaoh, the tigers over at the casino...Are we really out to kill them all?"
 
Alicia Morel
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Lucky Rabbit Casino; Alice's Penthouse
PARTICIPANTS:
Alice, Charlie, Dante, Hector, Hide, Mizuya, Raquel, Zach
Whole World Blind
Good morning, Charlie! Today has been a happy day! My appetite's been coming back, and I'm certain because I could eat a whole box of donuts on my own! And despite changes in security and... some things I've learned since, I have felt happy. I also made friends with this boy named Nico. At first I ignored him when he tried cozying up to me, but he's kept at it and I believe he is genuinely kind. Truthfully, I'm still shaken up from what happened at the mall... Yet people like you and Nico have stayed by my side, and I haven't really told you, but I am really reall grateful. I believe things will get better, and I only have you to thank! But enough about me. I hope your day has been well, too?

Send.

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"Yoohoo! Earth to Alice! Are you there?" Alice slid her phone into her purse, looking up to come face-to-face with the boy—their faces were in fact almost touching noses. Alice yelped in shock, scurrying back as her chair legs slid across the floor with an unsatisfying grating. Nico laughed gleefully, pushing himself from his stomach-down position on top of the table and sliding over on his feet. "The guests are about to pour in! They won't like a party host distracted on their phone!" Hands in his pockets, the boy walked behind Alice, more gently pushing her and her chair back into place.

Alice offered an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry..."

"Aww, Alice, you don't need to apologize! You just need to give your bestest smile and everything will turn up fine! That's what Nico does!" As if to give an example, he mirrored with his own wide grin, complete with peach-colored blush and closed eyes—an award-winning smile. Alice couldn't help but chuckle at the display. Though he interrupted his own bravado by putting his hand on her shoulder, speaking in a much more toned down cadence. "You sure you're up for this?"

The girl glanced down at her lap. This was the first of her tea parties since eight months ago that she willingly and eagerly looked forward to. And unlike the visiting Tigers, Nico understood her and seemed sincerely kind. If she didn't do this... it would be letting him down. "I need to," she said simply. "I can't stay sulking forever..."

"Good girl!" He rubbed the top of her head. "Nico will be standing at the entrance! Give it your very best, Alice!"

With that, he left her alone at the long table and empty seats, skipping over the menial employees—the ones tasked with watching over Alice and maintaining the visitors.

Out of her ears, he nudged the Tiger overseeing it all, motioning towards Alice. "You see that? Tell your bosses that Nico is the one who brought her back. Nico put his time and effort into bringing back this place's star attraction. Nico did what everyone else failed to do. Tell all of your employers exactly that, okay?"

The doors opened, and the clamoring of guests made itself ever apparent. Alice giggled in delight, giving her best smile. "Welcome in! Please help yourselves to the tea and snacks! I've prepared everything just for you!"

Roda the Red Roda the Red
 
Elias Yumin
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]
LOCATION:
Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central(near Western Tiger statue)
PARTICIPANTS:
Wren, Elias, Kenji, Passeri, Isobel, Ezra
Where Giants Sleep

Heavenly Beast Plaza.

Elias had been there several times in his youth for meetings and recreation, but this was his first time going for an investigative scavenger hunt. He didn’t even know what he was looking for…but the idea that whatever it is might be related to the strange happenings in the city was amusing to say the least. Much more intriguing than helping Akira collect money or the new Queen against G&G, though both probably had their own advantages…better pay, as well. At least, there didn’t seem to be any listed reward for helping Isobel with her “investigation”.

But of course, if Elias had wanted more money, there were better ways of doing it than buying his way into the Albino Tiger gang. No. Elias didn’t need money. He had more than enough of it. He joined the gang for the experience. The enjoyment. Perhaps, deep down, a part of him desired slight deviation from his perfectly set course in life as well. Something that satisfied his curiosity while distracting him from the mundaneness of everyday life.

Besides, Isobel–Nguyet–Pham, aka Mouse, was an interesting character–a dark horse that had risen to power, likely due to the usefulness of her Potential. Or, perhaps, Markus Weiss simply thought her someone easy to manipulate. Elias didn’t think so, but he hadn’t really interacted with her since the Tiger King requested his help in acquiring the memories of a certain item. He’d looked into her though, keeping a small tab on her activities…as did every other Tiger interested in the gang’s power dynamics…and learned (from the memories of others) that she had a stubborn streak about her; That she’d been she’d been frequenting the Tiger’s archives as well.

Reading the text from Isobel, the mute Jack of the Albino Tiger gang, Elias replied with a simple ‘Will do.’ before leaning up against a worn statue of a Prowling Tiger. Shops surrounded the perimeter of the open square where the tiger statue seemed to protect them. Lots of little stalls where people wanted to conduct business in the plaza. Where people milled around, browsing wares or leisurely strolling…except for the kids who were running. Since they arrived, Elias traveled to the more crowded areas where people were(after they split up) and spent the morning subtly scouring the memories of visitors for clues, strange sights, or any sign of…whatever…they might be looking for. All without much success. Therefore, Elijah Anamnesis decided to take a small rest break on the West side of the plaza while he gathered his thoughts.

It was pretty rare for Mouse to need help finding something she couldn't locate herself…and he couldn’t help but notice the Jack’s vagueness in brushing off the job as “an investigation sanctioned by upper management”. Higher than her would be Markus Weiss. Higher than him would be the board of Veteran Kings…the ones that managed to live to old age, that is. Elias couldn’t imagine why either of them would be interested enough to “sanction” an investigation of a historic site for some “strange happenings” that had nothing to do with lining their pockets...unless Weiss really was growing senile and seeing ghosts, of course.

Smirking, Elias caught the arm of a boy that ran past him, quickly skimming surface memories. “Be careful not to trip,” he cautioned the boy before letting go. The boy looked at him strangely before running again.

Elias shook his head. All and all, he concluded that Isobel Pham wasn’t a very good liar and, despite his curiosity, refrained from trying to peer into her memories. For now. Another alert sent his eyes back to his phone where he read Passeri’s message, an eyebrow arching. In the palm of winter rests the blackest night? What could that mean? More and more this was beginning to look like a treasure hunt–one that either led nowhere or somewhere . Glancing behind him, Elias shrugged before moving to investigate the worn effigy in the open square while he texted his reply in the group text.

I’m looking at the Western Statue now.

Wren, Kenji, and Erza were the other Tigers that answered Isobel’s request for assistance so they were part of the group text along with Passeri and Isobel. Why the idol was here instead of assisting with her show, Elias didn’t know, but it really wasn’t his business what she chose to do with her free time; Passeri Park’s Passionate Melody onslaught was likely part of her “City Improvement” plan anyway. Her form of love. His conversations with her had given him a vague idea of what her goals were…and he agreed to an extent. There was much in the city that could be improved upon. However, Elias didn’t necessarily dislike the flaws either. It was as much a part of the city as its beauty…and Elias certainly did love the city. He wouldn’t have moved back if he didn’t.

If there really was something in Heavenly Beast Plaza causing strange happenings in the city, wasn’t it a good citizen’s job to look into it?

Either way, Elias found the entire thing amusing.

Could the palms of winter be referring to palm trees that grow in the winter? Elias suggested idly, as he circled the Prowling Tiger, committing it to memory. The young CFO of Yumin Entertainment didn’t need cameras to record images and pass it on to others. Just his mind.


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MIMI
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SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Sun in The Gutter]
LOCATION:
Lab Icarus, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius, Orion, Ten, Rutheless, Sang-Cheol, Yuna, Yuto
THE SUN IN THE GUTTER
The air here always reeked of chemicals, rot, and ash regardless of the air creeping in from the outside. At the back, doddering masonwork opened into tall steel doors that allowed access to a section of the structure's interior. It was hardly the pinnacle of modern engineering, but no one could argue the vast space proved more than suitable. The ceiling provided protection from the often dreary weather of the north, and sunk deep enough to balance out the suffocating smell. What remained of a safety curb was little more than just cracks and rubble, but enough to dissuade vehicles from proceeding.

At present, two such vans and the associated goods were being handled by a mixed lineup of individuals. Eleven figures total, but only six people. The other five were a mismatch of matter. Some stood formed of asphalt or concrete while the rest lurched about with forms of wood and crumpled metal. At the group’s flank was its orange-haired instructor, leaning against one the doorways that led further into the lab. Though her body was slack and her expression soft, there was a distinct lack of vibrance to her otherwise vivid pink irises.

The golems took care of the menial labor, and she was free to do whatever she pleased. This was the normal. She found most of the other Serpent work to be unpalatable, and this gave her both money and plenty of time to do whatever on her phone. Contrary to the usual, though, today there was no device clung between her fingers. Instead she just stood there slouched and uncharacteristically despondent.

“‘Ey uh Marie?” One of the other Serpents present called out. “You look a bit out of it. You good? Don’t you tend to only have three of these rubble fellas out at a time? You sure you’re not pushing it too much?”

Without shifting her body, the inhospitable pink of Mimi’s eyes glazed over to the source of the racket. The judgmental spotlights hung over the stalled man until he awkwardly careened back to work. It was only then that she offered a single utterance.

“I’m fine.” Her lips curled into a smile, but the torpor in her eyes didn’t give an inch. “I’m just a bit under the weather is all.”

Talkative wasn’t exactly one of Mimi’s favored traits when it came to work associates. Unfortunately, this particular individual was someone she had worked with on several occasions. They both favored the mundane of this sort of work which resulted in plenty of schedule overlap. This commonality had time and time again been mistaken for familiarity yet the dullard kept using that stupid nickname. Sure, she hadn’t taken the time to correct him, but it wasn’t like she wanted to be spoken to by him anyway.

Right now the only thing she did want was to be free of this corroded excuse of a building.
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Guinevere Blank
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SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]
LOCATION:
Dilapidated Clinic, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Charmy, Dagger, Guinevere, Jack
Silence for the Damned
"I..." Within the clinic's dingy halls, a trembling voice just barely broke through the silence. "I just... Woke up like this."

There was a nod, and then noise of a pencil scratching against paper.

"That checks out with the others~ Do you have any memories, or even any dreams from before then?"

"I- I'm not sure."

"No rush. I'm sure this is all very shocking to you~"

The two voices carried on their conversation, one coaxing, and the other struggling to grasp at whatever straws of memory that it could. They were tucked away in a tiny room, just beyond the fore of the clinic, away from prying eyes. It was one of the less deteriorated rooms in the building, but the years of neglect that it had endured were still clear. The wallpaper peeled freely, and countless stains, wrought by water and mold littered the room. This being the North, plenty of spent needles were strewn about the floor, too.

"Before I woke up..?" The first, anxious voice spoke. It belonged not to a man of flesh and blood, but a spectre. It hung high in the room, dangling over a decomposing duplicate of himself, which groaned blindly below. "I really... I really can't. The last thing I remember was being buried in rubble- I think I was in out bowling before that- And then I was here. And you're telling me that I'm...?"

"Dead. Yep." The figure recoiled at the bluntness of her statement. "Sorry~ But you'd best come to terms with that."

The second figure, a positively peachy-looking young woman, jotted something else down on her notepad.

"You're actually quite lucky!" Her voice was bright and beaming. There was genuine excitement in her eyes. "Judging by the state of your body you're at least eight months in. Normally my Potential stops working after just a week! It's really quite fascinating~"

"Fa- Fascinating?"

"Fascinating, yes~"

The spirit seemed taken aback for a moment, but she didn't find that too surprising. It wasn't uncommon for the risen dead to react poorly to their return to the mortal coil at first. It was a lot to come to terms with, after all.

"Well, anyway." The woman spoke again. In these sorts of situations, she'd generally found that it was best to keep the subject focused on anything other than their expired mortality. "While I have you, is there anything you'd like me to pass on?"

"P- Pass on?"

"Mmm. Any messages for those you've left behind? Any secrets you'd like spilt? Any grudges you'd like settled? I like to offer the service to anyone that I... Call up like this."

The spirit's mouth hung wide for a moment, and then he took a moment to genuinely think. A few minutes passed, during which the woman waited patiently, occasionally scribbling or doodling on a bare page of her notebook.

"Maybe something to my Ma'?" His voice was calmer now, but terribly more morose. "I'm still not sure I'm understanding all this right, but if I really am..." His voice caught in his throat, and distressed flashed through his eyes.

"Dead~"

"Y-yeah. That." Resignation crept into his voice. "If I really am... Dead, then could you tell my Ma' I'm sorry for me?" He smiled, sadly. "Means I missed her sixtieth."

"Noted~ Thank you for your time, Mister McConnell."

"Yours too, I guess, Miss...?"

"Blank." She smiled softly, and stood up from her seat. "Or Guinevere. Or just Guin! I'm not much for formalities."

~~~​
Guinevere stepped out from her makeshift office, and back out into the clinic's dingy halls. Behind her, a few spirit-bearing corpses milled about. Some of their spectral passengers chatted amongst each other, while others preferred to spend their momentary afterlife in silence. She'd been quite frank with all of them. She wasn't sure how long they'd be able to stay attached to the mortal realm, and even in the best of circumstances, they only at a day at most until her Potential expired.

She'd made all of them the same offers, too. First, a chance to settle any of their outstanding desires, and second, a choice as to whether they wanted to play the day out or not. Most had chosen to do so, spending a final, bonus day on Earth in the comfort of this creepy little clinic, while others wanted nothing of the sort, electing to return to their eternal rest.

Her last subject, Ethan McConnel, had been one of the latter.

She flipped through her notebook as she wandered the halls, absentmindedly veering out of the path of whatever dead stumbled in her direction. It was so much of the same. I just woke up like this. I don't remember. And then the requests. Disappointment wasn't the right word to express her feelings about the matter, but she had to confess, she'd had been hoping for something more substantial.

She came to a blown-out window, and after checking it for any stray shards of glass, she leaned out of it with a huff. Were they all going to be like this? Their minds entirely robbed of their time as one of the walking dead?

She certainly hoped not.

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Hou Huang
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SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Eastern Edge of Central District, overlooking the SEC Bridge
PARTICIPANTS:
Helva, Hou, Isaiah, Kanna, Maho, Meirin, Ra,
Rin, Shen, Soren, Vulken, Yaroslav, Yong-Yut
The Dragon and the Phoenix


Hou, to his credit, had been absolutely silent while the leaders met. He followed obediently behind Meirin, balancing his staff across his shoulders. He wrinkled his nose as Shen, the man he had now learned was the same one who he'd met at the koi pond when he has first come looking for the Dragons, walked out of their view to discuss the terms of the treaty. Even Hou could feel the tension in the air.
He pursed his lips as Meirin uttered her threats, glanced at the members of the other gang. When he cause one taking photos he began to pose with his staff, turning like a model, keeping his eyes on the lens.
Some had started to play games.
"Uuuugh! I'm bored." He declared after a few moments had passed.

Hou thought for just a moment (really he should have thought for longer, but never did) before stepping past Meirin, to take a position in front of the other dragons, directly facing their would-be foes.

Hou bowed his head, both hands on his staff, which was firmly planted in the ground.
His voice was soft at first, but it did not take long to figure out...that Hou had started singing:

"How can I just let you walk away?
Just let you leave without a trace..."

He looked at the phoenix gang members, his face a mask of seriousness and...as far as his voice went, he actually wasn't terrible.

"When I stand here taking every breath, with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all..."

It was about as cheesy a song as Hou could think of. He tossed his staff up and pointed it at the rival gang, more of a challenge, than an invitation, to join in. He dared them.





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Yuto Nishimura
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SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Sun in The Gutter]
LOCATION:
Lab Icarus, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius|Mimi|Orion|Reese|Rutheless|Sang-Cheol|Yuna|Yuto
THE SUN IN THE GUTTER
Yuto sighed to himself, his hands shoved into his pockets as his bare-feet scraped against the harsh material. Yuto never liked "working" for the Serpents. He didn't like working in general on anything but, well... He had to get money somehow. Not that he necessarily needed it, he would do just fine without any currency- but he did have to admit, having cash did have its perks. Compared to how his life was before the Serpents- stealing, killing, running- 10 smackeroons could go a long way! But if he had to go to work, did that really mean that he had to work? Hah! right.

Yuto chuckled, his eyes squinting in amusement. No. He could just pretend to be working.~ Couldn't be all that hard right? He stopped in his tracks, stretching his arms out with an overdramatic groan. He ruffled his hair, which hung up- down? from him, the hoodie and strings from his grey jacket doing the same. He watched the upside-down no names scurry by, completely unaware of a spider being watching them from above, like little roaches.

Crouching down, he planted his palms on the ceiling as well, crawling his way down the hallway ceiling, doing his best to remain inconspicuous. Turning a corner, his left eye caught of a familiar orange head of hair. Yuto felt his lips stretch into a smile, his canines digging slightly into the flesh to suppress his joyous giggles.

Remaining on the ceiling, he crawled forward cautiously, trying his best not give himself away just yet so he could give a delightful surprise to (who he considered) his friend!
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