Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Vahn]

Omar Ayad.

Fantasy - Four Heavenly Kings: CS Thread

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 2 [A Brief Meditation]

LOCATION:

白春花茶莊,East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Shen, Kairong, Hadrien and Omar

A Brief Meditation

Omar knew that this tea house was the den of the elder dragon Lin Kairong and he knew the elder dragon was close by as Omar relaxed his grip on the tote bag as soon as Lin Kairong came in shortly after one of the newer dragons came in. Omar didn't knew the name but only for Lin Kairong to provide a hint a Mister Gauthier followed soon after with an introduction of Karin. Omar would not respond but merely bowed low to the elder dragon Lin Kairong.

Omar should have attacked Lin Kairong and Karin when they appeared behind him as Omar was usually more alert and ready for sneak attacks but oddly enough Omar had restrained himself from doing anything and was now following Lin Kairong to a free table only for Omar to notice the young master that Lin Kairong was referred to and it was Shen Yue. As always Omar followed the teachings from his parents and Faa Yun of the saying respect begets respect and Omar showed it through his actions of bowing to the master.

When Shen Yue asked them to join him at his table; Omar would respond. Thank you for allowing someone of my standing the honor to sit at the same table with the honorable master. Omar would watch as Mister Gauthier find himself a place at the table before Omar went and took the spare space for himself. Omar would crouch low before squatting down and making himself comfortable on the mat while at the same time keeping his tote bag of tools close to him. Omar would wait for bit even listening to the joke that Mister Gauthier attempted to do before looking around cautiously and asking Shen Yue a question that has been bothering Omar since he got to the tea house. "Pardon my insolence master but why have we been assembled?"

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[Damafaud]

DYNE ENJYRE

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Child]

LOCATION:

The Markets, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Dyne, Julien, Ra

THE CHILD

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Unsafe, unsafe, really, such ruckus it was. Dyne rolled her eyes. If not for darling Ra taking care of the man, she would have done so herself. Naturally, her method involved less gold and more chains.

"Ra darling, let's find the fiend that trouble this darling so badly, hm?" Impatient as she was, Dyne took one look at the traces and immediately followed them round the bend. Her Potential would no longer protect Ra if he strayed too far from her.

Really, if these prints led to a dog or a little boy, she would have more to say for the cabbage seller.

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[BriiAngelic]

Jackson Reese Alessi

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alice, Elias, Jack, Charmy, Jackson

Happily Ever After

<<< Remember

M-mister Alessi?

The hell? Did he look old or something?

How young was she?

Somehow he was even more concerned then he already was when he saw the girl being tailed. He wasn’t sure what he expected when he approached but he assumed that it was more likely that she was around his age, but he’d seen what assuming did. After all puberty hit like a truck at the most unexpecting ages.

“Alright, drop the Mister. Just Jackson or Song will be fine. How old are ya? ”

When she answered that she was indeed a rich kid things started to fall more in line. They did always act about ten years younger than they were and had the common sense of a squirrel. Though he didn’t know if those were more specifically Jesper exclusive.

Her asking about his parents made him only give her a blank stare in response. Yeah, she really was sheltered huh? Cute though, looking like a lil chipmunk with her pout. Her pacifism may have made it a bit more tricky but he couldn’t really just leave her. Especially not with that level of naivete.

“Alrighty then. Probably better to get us a leg up if we’re headed to Honeycomb.”

He pulled out his wallet checking to see just how much cash he had. He nearly closed it once he did. Dammit. Well ….nothing a few more shifts in ENP couldn’t get him back. He shoved the wallet back in his pocket picking up a random piece of clothing and brought it up to Alice before speaking loudly enough for their tails to hear.

“Oh! This would definitely be a better fit to your style! Why don’t we go ask if they have anything to match it.”

Doing his best to face away from where he last saw them he started to whisper to Alice once more.

“Let's head to checkout first. We can slip the cashier some extra to help us with a diversion since you’re against the beat ‘em up plan.”

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[Taigakitt]

Yuudai “Beast” Fuse
Location: Lower Central
In Scene: Odessa ( BriiAngelic ) | Chikage ( Doctor Llamabean ) | Jaimmé and Billie​

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<<< Remember

Hands suddenly formed in front of the man’s face. Beast recognized those hands. The gorgeous hands of the drop-dead gorgeous woman. They’d known each other for a while.

A smirked as Odessa called the little man a rabbit. Indeed, he would agree the man was crying. The woman he had been with was across the street, sunk to her knees, her expression petrified. It seemed she reacted like a deer in headlights instead of having any sense in her to flee.

Yuudai could feel the man weakening due to the lack of airflow. Maybe blood flow too, considering the King wasn’t really watching how strong his beastial hand was grasping.

The man failed the test.

Odessa swung the judgement hammer by snapping his neck right then and there.

“You’ve always been good at sniffing out the terrible among the weak.“ Yuudai tossed the body to the ground, and as soon as the woman saw her boyfriend’s limp body on the ground with his neck twisting inappropriately—

“Beeenny!!!” came the woman’s choked sobbing screech, to which she clamped her mouth shut as soon as the Beast’s eyes flickered over to her. She was shaking like a leaf.

People were avoiding the location now. What was once crowded now seemed desolate.

Just the effect they had.

Yuudai took a step into the street, “We have leftovers.” He was referring to the leaf of a woman cowering.

Maybe the wolf ears on his head picked up the young bookish-girls voice, maybe his nose caught her scent, but she was not worth the attention. She was one of the few still in the area as others scattered.

Maybe he just didn’t give a flying fuck.

“She’s already a sopping mess. Let’s put ‘er outta her misery too and go get lunch somewhere.” He flashed a smile and a wink at Odessa at his date offer.

He walked across the street. The girl’s eyes widened and she tried scooting away with her legs. Beast’s turn.

She had no chance.

Looming over her, he sliced her throat with a sharp claw, careful to not allow her spraying blood to coat him. Shifting his hands back to normal, he returned back to Odessa’s side. Holding his hand out if she accepted it, his sly smile turned wolfish, “As always, my treat.”

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[Beann]

RURIKO IKEDA

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 2 [Matter of Time]

LOCATION:

Eternal Night Palace, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Reveler, Dante, Meirin, Ruriko

MATTER OF TIME

Ruriko rolled her eyes at Meirin’s solution to the bridge problem. If only an apology were that easy. She doubted that the Scarlet Phoenixes were humble enough to beg for forgiveness, and she knew for a fact that Shen acted appropriately to the situation. No way should the Azure Dragons apologize just because a few birds got caught in the crossfire. Still, she didn’t like the idea of going to war with them. She enjoyed fighting but she didn’t want to imagine an escalated battle with him. No use thinking about it now though, it would only add to her unnecessary stress.

Despite Ruriko’s neutral — more so, annoyed expression, on the matter, it felt rather nice to hear that Callan cared for both of them. Of course, she wouldn’t express how she felt openly but she felt the same way towards her friends. She was hardly the affectionate type, at most giving hugs and physical comfort to a select few people but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about the rest of the gang members that she considered companions. Her typical way of showing that she cared was through devoting her own time to spend with them, buying them ramen. . .or kicking their ass in a sparring match — or all three in one day.

“Yes, yes. I’m always careful,” she huffed out, waving a hand as if to wave off her friend’s worries.

She raised an eyebrow slightly at Callan’s suggestion to lighten up the mood. Even after working here as hired muscle, she never got used to how. . .eccentric and open Callan and Meirin were. It was embarrassing to be open about emotions, especially about. . .sexual desires. Ruriko averted her gaze from Callan and Meirin, she could feel her face growing warmer as she frowned deeper in an attempt to prevent the color from showing.

“You’re not my type, Callan — no offense.”

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[Mqueserasera]

REVELER

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 2 [Matter of Time]

LOCATION:

Eternal Night Palace, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Reveler, Dante, Meirin, Ruriko

MATTER OF TIME

Reveler was sitting cross-legged on the leathered seat. An inconspicuous pen was held lofty in her hand, level with her face, but no notebook was in sight. Her eyes half-closed, attention undivided on the conversation in the next booth. And as it went on, her dried lips parted, revealing in the dimly lit booth a dangerous glint like that of threatening fangs.

It was perhaps a byproduct of frustrating days spent in repressed anger, of an accumulation of strange events, and dissatisfaction. But her impression of the conversation happening in the next booth was disturbing, to say the least.

She frowned as Ruriko spoke. She could not comprehend why the woman would disclose that kind of information in front of an outsider. And not only had she named Kanna and Jesper, but had also disclosed details of the conflict between the Dragons and the Phoenixes.

Should I take you for a traitor, Ruri dear?

Reveler had in fact thought a great deal about traitors and traitorous business the past few days. In short, she didn’t mind them very much. As living humans, one does what one must. Who was she to declare the right course of action for someone else? No. Decisions, treachery, desertion, those were for the person to decide for themselves. So commit it all, if you would. But the consequences, however, come regardless of one’s respect for the subject matter.

But whether the casual tone Ruriko had employed to report the Dragons’ information to this outsider was indeed a clear sign of treachery was still needed to be ascertained. Then she heard Meirin speak. The girl did not divulge any further information. But how could she be sure? By their characters alone, one would be hard-pressed to take both of them for traitors. Meirin being who she was, and Ruriko’s seemingly undying loyalty to the King, made it seem far-fetched and even silly to think about. But Reveler knew that man called Callen. She had her suspicion and own observation. He could manipulate the mind, but to what extent, she did not know. Had he wrapped them fully in his grasp, like a puppeteer handling merry strings over helpless slaves? Or was it merely suggestions to put them in the right frame of mind to unknowingly follow his bidding half-consciously? Hypotheses, hypotheses—she had no facts. She needed them to make judgments. But it was shaping up to be a fun time, regardless. This pleasure she would not let slip. The plan was clear: she would wait until the conversation was over, then whether they went upstairs for a good time or left the establishment, she would follow. And by this, she meant to do it seriously, as if her livelihood depended on it. This time she would not be denied her prey.

But all her plans crashed and burned as she heard clear and resounding footsteps from the other booth. Someone was coming over. In panic, she stuffed the pen in her breast pocket and extended her legs, stretched her spine, and threw her head back. And there, when Meirin drew back the curtain, Reveler was half-reclining lazily on the couch, seemingly in the middle of lazy midday respite. Her eyes went wide, but not overly so, for it was half closed a second before, and gave a start.

“Why, it’s Meirin! Fancy meeting you here!” She paused for a moment as if to recover from sleepiness, “Ah, yes, this is your place. You’re supposed to be here—join you? How generous of you! But sure, sure. I would love to.” And she sat up, looked around as if to look for her things, but there wasn't much, only the usual steel case that was laid beside her. She picked it up and followed Meirin to the next booth quite nonchalantly, with just a bit of confused reluctance, like one does when their sleep had just been disrupted.

She scanned the inside of the booth, and laughed abruptly. “Ruriko’s here too. Skirting the duty, hah? It is nice you finally come in for a good time. Too much time standing on guard could do funny things to one’s head.” And she said so while walking over to Ruriko’s seat deliberately, eyes darted around it. Then languidly she pivoted and seated herself beside the woman. Her gaze swept a full circle to the stranger now. She did not hide her interest but squinted a tiny bit as she studied the man. Then she smiled with great satisfaction. “You don’t know me, friend. But you are famous among my friends here. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t super interested in getting to know you—now that I have a good look at you—“she leaned forward so that her face was closer to the man’s, “—Yep. You’re definitely funny. Funny face. Cute! Is it, you know, some kind of illusion maybe? Or a mask? A very well-crafted mask?”

Her eyes swept again, not missing any details, as she turned to Meirin at the entrance to the booth. “Now come, sit. I know you call me over in a generous mood. So what merriment do you have in store for us? Tell!”

She had been, of course, from the moment she entered the booth, searching all corners for anything suspicious. An ambush, perhaps. Or hidden weapons. It didn’t have to take an imagination as colorful as Reveler’s to interpret the situation as the typical handling of an eavesdropper captured by a group of traitors. They had realized that she was listening in, and had now brought her over to execute her swiftly. Well, that is, they could try. By the little sanity Reveler still had retained in her darkened mind, she knew there was a chance she was reading the whole situation wrong, and yet her on-edged mind was keen to take caution even at the slightest signs of a funny business.

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[Taigakitt]

Jaimmé and Billie Hoshizora
Location: Vicinity of Serpent Scum
In Scene: Chikage ( Doctor Llamabean ) | Odessa ( BriiAngelic )
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<<< Remember

Go ahead.

Captain himself gave them permission to drop their analysis of Mach Sling. Investigations were great and all, but sometimes a change of scenery was great.

If that change of scenery meant they could use their strengths for the better, then that just seemed the better card to play.

Jaimmé threw their vehicle into drive and pulled off onto the road. They could only really guess where that purple-haired woman went.

Billie was the eyes for the perimeter patrol while Jaimmé focused on the road.

Turning a corner, they watched a few people running away in the same direction.

Curious.

Billie went to get out of the vehicle once Jaimmé slowed down, but the static of their radio grabbed their attention.

Jaimmé pulled to a stop. Their gps system pulled up a notification.

It seemed their attention would soon be divided.

Billie then felt her phone buzz, to which she saw “Captain Creep”— the current name she has for Chikage in her phone— had texted her a “please.”

She snorted then showed Jaimmé her phone screen, “He can’t get any more obvious.”

Jaimmé shrugged, “Well, at least he said please.” An amused expression crossed the tired eyes of the man. He always had tired eyes, though.

Billie shoved his arm before responding on the radio, “Dreamer was spotted at Mach Sling right before approved patrol. We might be in the area but will be heading to the assigned address.”

Dreamer was one thing, but with Beast and Dreamer? Maybe Jaimmé was a little relieved to be sent on an errand to a warehouse instead of powerful, well-known gang members.

Billie, on the other hand, was frustrated that they were being sent away from the madness.

Who knows? Maybe Chikage would bite it and Billie could take the reins.

If Chikage changed his mind, he better do it soon while they were still in the nearby vicinity of Beast and Dreamer.

Jaimmé put the car in drive, threw the flashers on, and took off towards the address.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Sabrina Felton

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SCENE:

All Proceeds

LOCATION:

Cloudwalk Stadium, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Daemon, Sabrina, Dagger, Fahru, Masker Concertgoer K, Minato

All Proceeds

How many cans of beer had she finished? Sabrina didn’t know. She only knew she was bored out of her mind waiting for the concert to start. Did it normally take this long to prep before getting on stage? Sabrina couldn’t remember. It’d only been a year and she couldn’t remember…no. The memories were slowly coming back.

Music was finally starting and Sabrina tapped her foot to the beat, letting the unique arrangement of sounds draw her in.

It sucked being the opening act for someone else’s concert—just a tool to hype someone else’s performance. Their job? To keep the fans of another group entertained until the Main Event. Some might find it an honor to be invited though. Business-wise, it built good relationships and helped to increase exposure. The band ‘Lucifer’ did well enough. However, Iori’s fans were there to see Iori. She could already see some of the idol’s more hardcore supporters (the ones wearing a lot of Passeri merchandise) in the back yawning. Not all that came to a concert came to appreciate the music.

It ticked her off.

Prying open yet another can of beer from her bag, Sabrina downed several more gulps of alcoholic beverage to loosen her mind. She wasn’t Bash. She didn’t beat people up because they ticked her off. And, as a personal rule, she didn’t tend to interrupt the performances of other artists either. No matter how filth-covered they’d become because of the grease-slicked industry, a musician was still a musician. For some reason, security was extraordinarily tight. Dogs. Bag-checks. She’d glared death at the security guard up front who tried to touch her bag, nearly electrocuted him in fact, before deciding it wasn’t worth the effort. She had nothing to hide and didn’t spend hours riding her bike to the South District just to pick a fight. And now she could swear she was seeing double. Triple? Quadruple? Either way, the same person (Minato) kept appearing within her line of sight again and again…because there were so many of him.

Sabrina pinched the bridge of her nose. It would seem Lucifer was starting another number.

“Booooooo! We wanna see Ior—!”

A light crackle sounded as an empty aluminum beer can slammed itself into the back of the fan’s head… nearly knocking him over.

“Wha—? Who did that?!?!”

Sabrina didn’t answer. She simply walked away. It would seem even the back of the stadium was starting to grow crowed with Iori stans…so she found her way to a corner where there was at least only one weirdo. She didn’t speak to them. Didn’t even make eye contact as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and pulled out her phone to check the time. Perhaps coming all the way South was a waste of time—and gas money—after all.

...

...

...

Sabrina sighed, slipping her phone back into the pocket of her leather jacket. “How the fuck did you get through security dressed like that?”

She blamed all the alcohol in her system for her loose tongue towards a stranger. Not that it mattered much anyway. Despite standing next to them, Sabrina wasn’t even sure if the masked concertgoer could even hear her amidst all the chatter and music. Probably for the best. Her words, due to habit, always came out a bit more aggressive than intended. Gray eyes remained fixed on the stage where the members of Lucifer was performing their own rendition of one of idol Iori’s older songs.

Pop Princess sure was taking her time.

(Boy Band - Lucifer, rookie group contracted with Yumin Entertainment)​

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[AriAriAbabwa]

CLAIRE MAXWELL

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charmy ( BluEndings )

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

<<< Remember

If there was ever a time Claire could have considered to be the scariest moment in his life... none of them came close to where he was now, surrounded in the debris of his thrift store and in this visitor's grip. His body language betrayed him, and even he knew playing dumb wouldn't work. This woman... she knows, doesn't she? I thought I covered our tracks perfectly... He'd heard her loud and clear; there was no other possibility.

Quietly, he continued. "So you're here for Alice, then...?" Claire was certain people would come looking for her eventually, but now felt too fast. Here he thought he could sit idly by...

He dared not to meet Charmy's gaze, if her tight hold on him was anything to go off of; Claire couldn't bring himself to rise. Maybe she felt his pulse spike as he rapidly glanced around the shop for anything he could have done. "L-Look, miss," he sheepishly began. "I don't want any more trouble... Wouldn't you think that Alice is in better hands with us than if she remained on display...?"

LANA ROCHELLE

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jack ( Chaos Gallant )

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

<<< Remember

The girl quickly scurried around Jack, giggling and waving for him to pause. "Oh, please, sir, you don't need to put those things on, I'm only messing with you! I like messing with people! Weird people especially!" For some reason she put an emphasis on "weird people," meeting his eye. Her bouncing landed her right in front of Jack.

"The name's Lana! As for why I'm all riled up?" She froze for a moment, stuck thinking... then shrugged. "I'm bored! I only came here because of some interesting rumors! Potential excitement! And... I've found nothing here. I was gonna bounce—right after I chat up the dude wearing..." She motioned at his whole body, grinning cheekily.

The girl fell quiet in the seconds after. She glanced around, side to side, making sure nobody was too close to them. She then leaned closer to the seated man, meeting eyes. "Between you and me, word is that some gangsters from the West—Tigers—are on their way here, looking for something. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Lana kept eye contact with Jack.

GENEVIEVE DE LA CROIX

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias ( QuirkyAngel )

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

<<< Remember

Contrary to what one would normally think, Genevieve appeared... agitated by Elias' initial offers. Her demeanor twitched and tilted, as though she were insulted. She remained quiet, barely reacting to the creme puffs.

She did not say a word when Elias turned to speak on his phone.

But when he returned her gaze... she was as bright and cheerful as normal. "You're too kind, Mr. Yumin!" she remarked. "I would fancy a break!" Genevieve clapped beside her head. "I happen to would like to know more about you, as well." Her gaze then went to the side; the model took a few steps away from the clothing store as she looked around. Her amicable smile did not falter again. "If possible, I'd prefer a place away from here. I've had enough of clothing departments and employees for today."

One of the nearby camera crew opened his mouth to intervene, but glancing between the two, made the better choice to not interfere.

Genevieve turned back, motioning for Elias to join her in going around—she was certainly eager to get him moving. "However, there is something I would like you to know about me, first." Though her expression was same as usual, her tone took a sharper, direct turn. "There is someone I am destined to be with, so don't push your luck. Perhaps you know them? Dimitri Bellari?"

The model giggled, waiting to see if Elias would come with her or not.

BEATRICE MARLEY

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias (related) ( QuirkyAngel )

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Despite opening a little later than usual, the usual crowds did not shrink one bit. Muffled buzzing emanated from the cafe, and the source was none other than the swarms of bees flying around the ceiling area, and oddly enough, several of the insects could be seen carrying items around. The patrons, however, were not deterred.

"You look excited. What's got you in a buzz?" one of the customers asked, waving at the 20-year-old girl donning a bee-themed outfit.

Beatrice Marley, manager, cook, and waiter of the Honeycomb Cafe, sent a sparkling smile in return. Waiter pad and pencil in hand, she shuffled over to the girl, bumping full of energy. "I'm sorry, but my friend, Benny, is gonna propose to his girlfriend at their apartment tonight, so I'm making a big surprise for them when I get home! I even had Yona from next door ship a bunch of ingredients for me! And--wait!" Bea had only just got a better look at the guest. "Oh my God, Chrissy! You haven’t stopped by in forever! How've you been?"

Christine looked at her good friend, her face displaying a less-than-stellar expression, coupled with dark bags under her eyes, and a head of messy caramel blonde head of hair that could sure use a bit of a better brushing work. "Sorry Bea… I haven’t really had the time to hang out as of late, you know, being the new rookie at the station comes with a few difficulties…Also college, trying to get a Bachelor’s in criminology. I’ve seen a lot of dead people photos lately, you know."

Christine forced a smile as she realized her stress-filled words could, perhaps, kill the mood for her hard working friend. Her twitching eye was a bit of a dead giveaway, though. "...I'll take a cinnamon latte by the way...And a couple chocolate muffins."

"Ahah…" To say Bea was caught off guard would be an understatement, as she stood totally frozen with the pencil and waiter pad. And here she thought her classes were troublesome… She could at least spare an empathetic smile at Christine as she finished writing the order. "You’ll make it through, Chrissy. We can catch up after work." In parentheses, she wrote "extra sugar." Hopefully that would help with her nerves…

Bea tore the order from the pad, holding it in the air. Three bees flew down, grabbing the paper and flying it behind the counter. Right! Next customer!

Her eyes found an older security guard seated at another table, and she gladly made her way over. "Mr. Buford! What can I get you today?"

The man looked up at her with a friendly smile. "Oh, the usual, and make it to-go."

"Gotcha!"

In the middle of writing down the order, though, his voice brought her gaze up again. "Oh, Bea, by the way, keep an eye out for blonde girl around five feet tall, soft-spoken, and wearing blue."

Once again, Bea couldn't finish writing the order without being taken aback.

Noticing her countenance, Buford continued. "Apparently there was a kidnapping last week, and we got word that the perp might be hiding her in this mall."

For some reason, Beatrice felt especially troubled by this. Someone did come to mind, but could it really...? She finished writing. "That's... the first time I've heard that..."

The security guard chuckled. "I just remembered it today for some reason. These things don't often turn up correct, though, but keep an eye out just in case."

Unbeknownst to either them, the old security guard was one of the people affected by Elias' Potentiality in passing. The "news" was spreading.

As the cook left the plates over the counter, dozens of bees took to them. The plates were each laid over a plastic web, and with open ends around the shape, they allowed the bees to latch onto the notches. And, taking off all at once, the bees carried the plates over to their patron. The Honeycomb Cafe was in full swing.

 

[Lucem]

Ezra Knight

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 5 [A Dangerous Game]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Callahan, Ernesto, Ezra, Isobel, Mbaye, Welsha

A DANGEROUS GAME

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it only got worse as he repeatedly read Ernesto's message to make sure there wasn't a mistake. Unfortunately, the two-word warning left no room for interpretation, forcing him to accept the information. Knowing that there were more Phoenixes joining the ones already present amplified the anxiety he'd been trying to fight off. Of all the days for the gang to have a large get-together, it had to be today. Were there no jobs for them to take? Why not go out and enjoy the day? There was even a big concert in the district right now, perfect for a group outing. Why were they home?

Ezra chalked the current situation up to his bad luck, and he was sure this wouldn't be the last time things took a turn for the worse. However, just like he did at the casino, the rookie tried to bottle up his emotions and maintain his composure. He may have been on top of a nest of rival gang members who would probably love to torture a Tiger or two, but he wasn't on his own this time. Even though he believed they should've had more time to prepare, they still spent an entire week planning this out. This wasn't like his mission with Charmy and the others. There was a script this time, and all he had to do was play his part. Follow the plan. Believe in the plan.

"New plan."

The light seemed to fade from Ezra's eyes as he watched Isobel sign with a blank expression on his face. Huh? Oh, the cap on that emotion bottle was getting pretty loose now.

What did she mean by a new plan? What happened to everything they worked on? What was all this about holding back the cats? Leaving with limbs attached? What was she planning on doing that could get them maimed? Oh, a Passeri Park shirt. At least someone here was a fan, because all the Phoenixes seemed more interested in staying here and sending jungle animals to chew on the body parts he and the others were apparently losing.

Instead of voicing any of the many, many concerns he had, Ezra just gave Isobel another thumbs-up and turned to Callahan. "Uh, it looks like we're scrapping the plan and doing something else. I'm not sure what Mouse has in mind, but she wants you to make a ladder near the window for Far Thinker to climb down. He's gonna stay out of sight until he gets some kind of signal. After that, well..." Having to say it himself was even worse than listening to it. "There might be a bunch of lions and Phoenixes coming after us. He's gonna try to hold them back. Ernie and Cloud are supposed to make a distraction if things go wrong." Yeah, it didn't sound any better the second time.

Taking out his phone, Ezra relayed the information to Ernesto and Welsha. "Mouse has a new plan. While Far Thinker holds back any Phoenixes that retaliate, she wants you two to create a distraction so we can all get away safely." He really hoped they got away safely.

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Charlie Hughes

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Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene x [Shopping Spree]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Reika, Hitoshi

Shopping Spree!

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As Reika offered her elbow to Charlie, he stared at her with a short moment of hesitation. He hadn't interacted much with the Queen ever since joining the gang, he'd seen her multiple times going around whenever he was at the HQ, as well as having recieved a bit of her spartan training alongside some other rookies some time ago. He's always seen her as this admirable yet also kind of intimidating figure, and admitedly her more...Suggestive mannerisms didn't make things any better, but deep inside he knew that Reika was honestly a good leader and person, and it was just his mind playing tricks, after all, how else could you explain the immense kindness she displayed as she invited a lowly rookie like himself? As he understood he could not let this opportunity for companionship go to waste, he gladly took up on her offer and interlocked her elbow with his own, following her pace.

His face looked around as he tried to analyze the dozens of establishments surrounding them as they walked through. Admitedly he had not been to this mall that much, and could only wonder what kind of things he may come across. He should probably get some gifts for his friends, things for his apartment could be nice too, or maybe snacks? Oh to be overwhelmed by choice, a relatable tale as old as time.

"Neither do I! Just looking around is plenty fun though...I'll let you know if something catches my eye"

Something had actually come through his mind, as he kept intently starting at some really nice jackets and coats on display at a few stores, but he couldn't possibly ask for something that could potentially be pretty expensive, the guilt would stab him through the chest like a razor-sharp blade.

Charlie felt his phone vibrating from his pocket, probably from the group chat, but as much as he wanted to answer, he opted otherwise as to not disrespect Hitoshi and Reika, unfortunately they had to wait until coffee break or whatever equivalent they may have. Also speaking of Hitoshi...

"So, Aniki, do you have any idea what are you buying, are you perhaps getting a gift for someone? Not that I mind, I mean I'd like to buy a few gifts myself"

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MARKUS WEISS

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 5 [A Dangerous Game]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Callahan, Ernesto, Ezra, Mbaye, Isobel, Welsha

A DANGEROUS GAME

Markus had his reasons. To bankroll a multi-national corporation. To disburden the aimless flocks of pigeons of their hard-earned life-savings in the White Tiger, or any one of the other gambling dens under his employ. To shatter a man's spine. There was always a reason. Sometimes the reason was simply profit. The Albino Tigers was a business large enough that it would've topped any analyst's list by market capitalization. From profits proferred by the fleet of casinos to dividends paid out by various shell companies and private equities firms, to other, more exotic ventures, the Albino Tigers' revenue streams were many and varied, but at the end of the day they all rolled up to one. They were tributaries, all flowing out into the same sea. They were kindling, fuel that fed Markus' ambitions.

Markus Weiss didn't need a reason. But that didn't mean he was unreasonable. On-the-contrary, Markus wouldn't have arrived at the place he was at today if he'd never learned how to make a deal. Never learned how to play the game. Never left the boy with the sad face and the ill-fitting clothes in the one-bedroom in the South. Look at us, now.

He didn't know why he was thinking about all of this, now... Actually, that wasn't true. He knew why. But there was no point thinking about it. What's more, he had to have a clear head for this. It was delicate work, what they were attempting. It could've been so easy, but then again, things were never easy. Markus only hoped this would be quick. He'd heard about the incident on the bridge—Hell, who hadn't at this point? The Phoenixes couldn't afford to fight a war on two fronts right now. Markus knew it. He hoped the Phoenix King knew it, too, if it came to that...

But if everything went to plan, it wouldn't come to that. A notification illuminated the phone in his lap, followed shortly by another. He swiped away the message from an unsaved number that mentioned a hospital, and zeroed in on a text from the number he had for Isobel.

“Plan’s a go.”

Markus didn't bother to respond. She knew what she had to do, and she damn well better do it. He shut his phone off and dropped it back in his lap before turning to the other that was with him. It was time that they got a move on, too.

"Right. Let— Oi, put that thing away. The fuck is it, anyway?"

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Callan (Dante) | East | The Palace

It seems he'd been taken a bit too literal here, but that was just as well. What he didn't tell them, wouldn't hurt them in this case.

Meirin's rejection of his offer had earned her a minor pout. In reality, Dante had expected that kind of response. It was clear to him Meirin's thoughts were more focused on the more recent events than an offer for a minor distraction that he could whip up- so his attention honed in and focused on Ruriko.

Is that a blush my eyes doth see?

He grinned, the smile revealing some of his sharper, hidden fangs; seeing Ruriko flush was such a treat. She was so old school at times when it came to expressing her own emotions but then again when you were a foot soldier among the Dragons, you had to have some kind of mask if you were going to be representing a totalitarian regime of authority on some level. Or maybe it had more to do with her family? It didn't matter in the now, what mattered was pushing things just a bit further. After all, if he couldn't blow this place up with a bit of excitement- he could at least make things lively before it was time to go.

His ears rose at the sound of Meirin talking to someone else and for a moment he allowed himself to glance between the flip of the curtains to see just who it was she was talking to. Unable to get the clear image he decided to merely let this Reveler come to them, and instead turned his attention back to Ruriko.

"Hmmm" he hummed, lips forming a little expression of disappointment after a few seconds had passed from her initial reply. "Shame", he sighed. And it was hard to tell if he was up to his usual teasing, or if he was being genuinely serious. Sometimes it really was hard to tell when he was being serious or when he was having a bit of fun. Yet when his eyes went back to her, the moment of disappointment vanished and was replaced with quite a bit of cheer. "However," he stippled his fingers together and that one visible eye seemed to sparkle into a more genuine expression, "if there is one thing I love about you, it's your loyalty to those you care for. I'd be lying if I said I wish you'd open up a bit so I could sweep you off your feet there, my gem." And at this he had to admit, he had a pinch of jealousy for Shen in that regard. Having someone like Ruriko by his side? Someone like Meirin? Of the few Dragons he'd interacted with they seemed to be the sort that he could truly rely on at the very least when the time came.

Well, they seemed. It didn't mean at the end of it all that they were. He had to remind himself of that. Just because he genuinely did care for these two didn't mean they could be trusted when the chips were down. There was a reason he'd chosen the Tigers over the Dragons back when he'd been researching the gangs with his Uncle's allies. The Dragons were too strict, too firm, and they would not give him the kind of freedom he was looking for that the Tigers more or less provided. Nor would the money he required to do what he was doing now even with his own private bank and the encrypted transacations. There was always that bit of a reminder to keep in mind when playing the game.

At least here, in this moment, the only thing he wanted to play was the game of: How Red Can Ruriko Get?

His smile turned impish as he leaned forward, and moved the hair over his left eye behind an ear. And just as he was about to speak, to whisper honeyed spices with a duplicate in her ear, their eavesdropping guess stepped in and so he halted the illusion he was about to make.

Expertly Dante's smile turned to her.

And the moment his eyes locked on her he knew who she was immediately.

I had a feeling you would show up today if you knew I were here. Yet he didn't say it out loud. His would-be-stalker had finally taken the bait. The air of addressment she gave Ruriko struck Dante as odd, yet he did not comment on it- instead he merely watched the brief interaction- and in his opinion, the unnecessary comments about his face; Callan was humanoid certainly, but with most HPs and the effects some had on the physical form it struck him as particularly picky, though he figured there was an angle--

"Is it, you know, some kind of illusion maybe? Or a mask? A very well-crafted mask?”​

--and there it is.

She was trying to figure out if he was some kind of spy or if he was some sort of odd variable given his relationship with the two.

Ever since he'd first met Ruriko, a month after he'd met Meirin, Reveler had been following him like a spurned lover followed their mysterious partner. He'd known since day one when she began and ever since then had taken a precaution to be exceptionally careful. Whether it was Meirin or Ruriko or some other Dragon who had sent one of their own to keep an eye on him out of their own suspicions or whether it was a Dragon acting of their own accord, it hardly mattered to him. If she wanted to play the subtle interrogation tactic game, he would be willing to oblige.

And so his momentary surprise at her suddenly usurping a seat and cutting him off was waved off with a glance in Ruriko's direction before he smiled with a bit of a chuckle.

"Oh me, oh my, quite an eager one, aren'tchu." His tone full of polite mirth. Yet he knew just how eager Reveler could be. If she had been trying to learn the holes about him, he'd been learning a lot about her. The Dragon known for having a bit of an obsessive streak from what his own intel had gathered. What did you call someone who could follow you in the beating rain all the way to one of your rented hotel suites, and then spend the remainder of the night there when you showed up in the early morning the next day? The woman was determined, fiercely so.

And with Meirin and Ruriko here, he had to play things carefully.

"Ifn you must ask" he waved his hand in a circle, "I'm wearing no mask here." Which was true. Callan was not a mask, he was a character in a play or a movie, a scene or episode. One that took from aspects of his own genuine character, but tweaked things to make them more unidentifiable. And he was that character now. "My body is as real as this table between us, however if you'd like ta know more, you'll have to be patient Revy" he smiled placatingly as his slim fingers gently patted said table. "As for entertainment, well I'd initially intended to do a little song number. Afraid ya both sort of misunderstood me there" he smiled and his lilac eyes flicked between Ruriko and Meirin, "I'm sure there's something else the four of us can think of however if that's not the kind of entertainment y'all are looking for. I was actually about to ask Ruru here" his little nickname, one he had come up with literally just now and said it with such affection, "a little question. I was teasin her a bit ya see" and he leaned in towards Reveler, as if to begin the talk of delicious gossip, "and was about to ask her what her type was since she seemed to misunderstand my initial request at havin' a little bit of" a wink, shot right at Reveler herself, "fun" the word said in a husky breathe that seemed to deepen his voice to an almost otherworldly purr. One that was enticing to the ears- a pinch of his power thrown in there to calm the nerves just a tad or make the thrall of his voice pleasant to simply hear.

And then his lilac eyes turned to Ruriko with that smile, it would have been considering charming in a way- if his pupils hadn't turned into predatory slits a second after.

Perhaps there was a pinch of demon inside Callan after all.

"So!" He leaned back, sat upright in his seat, looking at his hosts then, a blink, his eyes normal, focused on Ruru once more. "What is your type hmm? If you don't want ta ansa sugar, then that's fine but please--" and then he shifted, a haze of colors swirling around him completely, his hair- his eyes- his body, all of it shifted, even the lightness of his voice changed as he used Callan's illusion abilities to take on another form.

"Tell me if it's someone like this." His voice matched the original's perfectly. From tone, to pitch, to even the smile.

"What do you think, Ruru my dear?"

"Or maybe" a new voice materialized at the table, a duplicate of the original Callan, "you would prefer someone more like me?" and he too transformed as he leaned on Ruri's side of the table, a swirl of pale colors enveloping him.

"Or perhaps" a third Callan appeared next to the original, the one pretending to be the King of the Dragons, "ya'd prefer a more rugged bad-boy type, hm?"

"And what about you Reveler" a fourth Callan emerged from nowhere out of the blue. His voice coming from above. The ceiling. "What is your type? Hm?" He asked with crossed arms, the double flicking his tail before he did a rather acrobatic flip and landed on the ground beside her. "If you want to get ta know me dear, then by all means ask away" he kneeled down, leaned an arm on Reveler's side of the table and looked up at her while the original Callan that had changed back from the King of the Dragons, to his old self, merely watched from his side of the table. "However, expect me to ask you questions in return." The double said with a smile, and then to top it all off, a gentle boop on her nose. Despite being an illusion she would have felt that exactly as it had happened.

All four Dante's, two in different appearances, two in the original Callan's look, traded different levels of devilish smiling.

Each one, more deviant than the last.

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VULKEN BECKMAN

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 4 [Home Cook'n]

LOCATION:

Lyric and Alex's Townhome, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lyric, Alex, Corvo, Auvura, Yong-Yut

CURRENT STAGE:

0 (Current Temp: Regular Temp)

HOME COOK'N

“Yeah, the roses made the hospital smell a little less like death…” Vulken replied, subtly avoiding making eye contact with his uncanny sponsee. When she mentioned that she grew them herself, he jokingly switched the narrative, not that it would matter much to the woman.

“...Or, maybe it smelled a little more like it. Thanks, either way. Next time I go, just keep in mind that I’m an orchid kinda guy.”

While they avoided direct contact, Vulken’s eyes did follow Corvo as she aimlessly walked around. It had already been quite some time since he slipped up and ended up sponsoring his fellow red-head, yet he still wasn’t 100% sure how he felt about her. He was supposed to guide her– to show her the ropes and make sure she stays on the right path. It was (relatively) easy to do with Boltius, but now, mentoring a grown woman just didn’t feel right. He sighed to himself as he watched her. At least she’s here. That’s somethin’, ain’t it?

Before he could say something, a sudden tug on the sleeve of Vulken’s shirt caused him to jolt in surprise. For some reason, the first possibility to pop up in his head was one of Lyric and Alex’s beasts mistaking him for a meal, or, possibly even worse– good ol’ Romero.

Fortunately for him, the culprit wasn’t an animal at all, but the small girl he’d brought into the estate with him. Amelie was looking up at him, curious eyes seemingly sparkling while he interacted with the mysterious woman ahead of her.

“Shi– I mean, shoot, kid. I thought you woulda followed YY, not me.” He calmly said, pointing a finger at Corvo while she stared ahead at…

Well, nothing.

“That’s Corvo. I sponsored her, like how… Like how your old man sponsored me. She’s pretty weird, though.”

Without saying anything, Amelie gave a nod of understanding. She opened up her notebook, and got right back to writing in it the same way she did in the car. Vulken looked down at her, eyebrows slowly rising out of confusion. Just what the hell’re you doin’ with that book?

His attention was taken off of Amelie when Corvo asked him about the drive. Just thinking back to whatever the hell took place at that hospital gave him chills. “Yeah, nothin’ too crazy. Just a normal drive.” She didn’t seem to notice Amelie yet, and Vulken wanted to keep it that way. At least, until he managed to pass her off to Yong-Yut. Corvo was the type who wouldn’t leave him alone after finding out something like this, and if her finding out was inevitable, he’d at least want it to happen somewhere where he’d be able to quickly switch conversations and go talk to someone else.

“You probably wanna meet the King, right?” He whispered to Amelie, who in turn nodded her head yes, this time with a bit more excitement apparent.

“Follow me.”

He made his way to the kitchen– the spot Lyric would undeniably be at during an event like this– and grabbed Corvo’s wrist on his way there. “You’re comin’ too. Quit bein’ a weirdo and talk to people.”

'Normal drive', my ass.

On their way there, Vulken caught a glimpse of brown-and-red, and called out to his best friend, who he could only assume was trying to run away from whatever crowd was forming in the kitchen.

"YY, where're ya goin'? C'mon."

It didn’t take long for them to reach the kitchen, and Vulken poked his head in the entry with a lazy grin on his face. Letting Corvo go and using the same arm to reach over and grab Ashley’s shoulder, he stared at Lyric.

“You cookin’ for me, babe? I ain’t even proposed yet.”

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CAIO SANTANA COELHO

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 1 [Arcane Informant]

LOCATION:

Nearby Heavenly Beasts Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Caio, Urien, Ten, Darius, Delynn, Orion

Arcane Informant

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He could have scoffed at the obvious worry in the tone of his little living experiment. Good bringing his… whatever ten was… was a good choice on his part. At least it would do to keep ‘Dairy’ here on his toes. He schooled his own smirk down as the two went on showing off their own weaknesses.

“Come over here and hold this.”

Sassy motherfucker. But then again he didn’t know when she wasn’t. He grabbed the umbrella holding it over her, less because he cared for her and more because he didn’t feel like getting electricuted, especially since he was already drenched in water.

“Don’t get used to it Sparky. Orion! How’s records-”

SPLAT.

He turned to see Urien once again stopping on the heads of the downed dragons. FUCKING DISGUSTING. It was quickly becoming the worst part of his day being followed by the psycho. Sure Urien was a decent enough dude, respectable even, but it didn’t stop the flip of his stomach as he saw the slew of blood and Grey matter mixing together into some form of curdled soup mix of what used to be a head.

God he hated it here.

“Do you already know where we’re going next, Queen Snake?”

Far fucking away from you.

At least that's what he wanted to say. Unfortunately they hadn’t quite gotten the sample size needed on the information. A good experiment had no less than 32 for a sample size, any less and then there was no way to prove your hypothesis passed without being affected by any statistical deviations. So that made… seven? He need more before being able to statistically prove the data.

The gaps didn’t help.

“Too close to Central HQ right now… still so long as we stick to drawing them out without witnesses we should be good for another half hour here. People look the other way when they can with inter-gang conflicts when they can.”

“Does anyone ha- ha- haaaaaa- ha- haaaaaa—nehryyrehryghegh— does anyone haaaaaaaave su- sunglasses!?”

“Oi kid stop staring at your damn lights. This is why we picked Lower Central in the first place.”

"I might…Take them!"

Good. If neither of them managed to have some they were going to have a problem. He was not above breaking the phone if Ten couldn’t manage their own needs.

“You look good carrying that umbrella for me. You should keep it up.”

He huffed out a laugh at her. He’d been playing a delicate game of carrot and stick, he’d gotten used to it from her.

“Yeah, yeah sorry to disappoint you but-”

He shoved the umbrella into Darius’s hands before continuing to Orion’s side.

“Darius- Keep my girl dry you here. If we all get electrocuted it's on you.”

With a scan out to the plaza he saw a bigger gathering starting to form up around the Heavenly Beasts statues. Looked mostly civilian but when it came to the Dragons you could never really know. ‘Snot like they were known for anything worthwhile.

“Hey, and of you fucks know if its a holiday or s’m’thin’ what the hell going on at the plaza?”

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MINATO MAEDA

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Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]

LOCATION:

Cloudwalk Stadium, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Daemon, Sabrina, Dagger, Fahru, Masked Concertgoer K, Minato

ALL PROCEEDS

Minato Maeda.

Veteran of the Albino Tigers.

Formerly Rookie of the Sable Serpents.

Formerly-formerly sad-sack orphan kid in the North.

Formerly-formerly-former—no, wait. That was it.

He'd been on the up-and-up for as long as he could remember. Not many different directions out of the bottom-of-the-barrel, y'know? Since he'd joined up with the Albino Tigers—few year back, now—things had only gotten better and better. Today was great, just like yesterday, and the day before that. Every day he was hustlin'. Every day he was gettin' paper. Today he got to hang with his buddies, D(aemon) &D(agger)! What more could a homie ask for? Well, he could think of a few things...

Anyways, D—boy 'D'—was pree' cool. Minato was glad that he'd been the Albino Tiger sent to explain Daemon's new circumstances to him those handful of months—or was it years?—ago. Sure. Sure, sure, sure. It prob'ly sucked for him in the moment, finding out from a stranger that his parents had racked up truly ludicrous amounts of debt and had saddled their son with the responsibility to pay it all back with his time and his body. But now his life was great, too!

Minato accidentally stomped on one of the things that Daemon had spilled out of his box of goodies, stooping down a little to link his arm affectionately—if not quite gently—across Daemon's shoulder as his junior Tiger tried his best to clean up the mess that Minato had made for him. Yeah, Daemon was cool. Minato hoped he stuck around, stuck it out. It'd really suck if he had to go and find him again...

Then there was the matter of the other D...

The Main Mina hooked his arm more tightly around Daemon's neck, making whatever task he was currently trying to complete all the more difficult for him, as he pressed his cellphone to his ear. Double D—D, the Second—Dagger. It wasn't the name he would've chosen for her, but then, Minato had only known Dagger a few days at best, and a few hours at worst.

As the crackle of static across their shared line jabbed him in the ear, Minato #1 pulled the phone away from his face and frowned. Dagger was an interesting case... Minato couldn't recall if he'd ever met someone who ingratiated themselves so quickly and so effectively into the organization that is the Albino Tigers before... Barely a week had passed since some bleeding-heart Tiger had picked her up off the street, half-dead, and patched her up, and already she was taking jobs directly from the head honcho himself! Not a bad trajectory, 'D'. Not bad at all...

Minato thought that it'd be for the best if he kept her well in mind, for any and all future endeavors. She seemed like an interesting person to know, after all! In response to Dagger's question, the main Minato went first, reiterating where he was and what he was doing.

”All's quiet here, Big D.” He left it at that, letting the other Minas rattle off their reports as he turned his attention back to Daemon. He looked at the box of stuff he'd been hauling around before he'd been interrupted, then back at his fellow Tiger. ”Havin' fun?” He asked with a smile, though he already knew the answer. Why wouldn't he be havin' fun? This shit was lit. And the real fun hadn't even begun yet.

The other Minas gave their reports one after the other, and in them, nuggets of the truth popped into view...

”Bro, this one dude bought, like, sooo much a' this crap! Heh-heh, sucker...”

”...Yo-yo-yo! I think I saw that guy. He was ahead a' me on line for my churro. Then he just dipped randomly outta line for no reason and didn't even buy nothin'...”

”...Huh... I wonder if it's the same guy who leaned up against the light-stand and almost made be drop my G-S, then he darted off towards the stage....”

Then, the three of them said in unison, ”Oh..!” Just then Dagger's command rang out over the comms. The Main Mina tore his eyes off Daemon's little box and jumped back to his feet, violently jerking his arm off of his junior, apparently sensing the urgency in the white-haired wolf's voice.

”On it!”

”On it!”

Said the Minas—there were two now, instead of one, standing beside Daemon—before they both bolted down the long corridor in the direction of the V.I.P. suite that most certainly housed the star of the show... Before one of them turned back and grabbed Daemon by the arm. ”C'mon, c'mon! Let's go!”

The fun was starting earlier than anticipated!

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Odessa Vidal

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SCENE:

Insufficient Details

LOCATION:

Central District (Mach Sling)

PARTICIPANTS:

Chikage, Jaimme, Billie, Odessa, Carter (Pending)

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<<< Remember

“We have leftovers.”

An unsettling smile covered her face as she watched in anticipation. Leftovers were always great, the terror of someone who had just lost it all being dragged away to further lose even their sense of reality as they wee forced to endure-

“She’s already a sopping mess. Let’s put ‘er outta her misery too and go get lunch somewhere.”

Oh and just like that she was out of her life as well.

Too bad.

The mentally frail were always fun to push into the trials. Either they lived and were too terrified to dare betray them, they lived and they fought back thinking they had ever stood a chance against the blood-drenched history of the north, or they died and nothing was lost.

It was like looking into the past.

A small frown threatened to form on her face. Yet as she always had before she erased any semblance of annoyance instead turning with a twirl to Beast.

“As always, my treat.”

She took the offered grasp with a grace that didn’t show any hesitation to grab the bloody hand.

“Well now aren’t you so chivalrous today. French? Italian? What’s on the plate for today?”

Yet before she could continue she heard the sound of several phones going off with the familiar sound of a public safety notice, with the added benefit of letting them know some hid instead of running. More little lambs to play with. Thank you police department.

She wondered if someone already called on them. Or was it their Queen and his merry band of misfits being found out? She didn’t know. She never carried items in her astral form. She couldn’t make them intangible as she could herself, which made it a liability more than a boon.

“Beast. I think we should check if we made the news yet. But I vote Italian.”

Let them come. She would love some good old fashion brawling.

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LYRIC ASTON CRIANZA

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 4 [Home Cookin’]

LOCATION:

Lyric and Alex's Townhome, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alex, Ashley, Auvura, Corvo, Lyric, Yong-Yut, Vulken, Amelie

HOME COOKIN'

<<< Remember

"Smells good.What's up? Need a hand with somethin'?"

“Flattery already? You’re learning kid. Here, taste.”

She held out a spoon for Ashley to grab a bit of the soup, figuring she might as well use him as a taste tester while she was dragging him into socialization. The general conscientious may have been melancholy but she wasn’t about to let that fester and spend the family day instead becoming yet another day of mourning. They would be mourning their loss for the rest of their lives, but they couldn’t stop them from living it.

“But for your information, It seems Vulken and Yong-yut have…. acquired a child.”

She had no idea how that had really went down just yet. When she had teased bringing a date she had more expected Vulken had brought a date, but instead he had become an entire Father when she wasn’t looking. She didn’t want to ask how he had acquired said fatherhood while in the hospital. Yong-Yut’s response at least told her that this was not a mutual decision to adopt. Where was this child going?

She didn’t know but when one adopted a child in this subsection… well the village had acquired a child.

“You cookin’ for me, babe? I ain’t even proposed yet.”

“Haven’t proposed? That’s your worry when you come back. Injured. Solemn. And an ENTIRE father?”

She grabbed a spoon and shoved it in his hand as she went to flicked his ear.

“Yes you fuck, I cooked for even you. Now go taste.”

She would have dragged him much worse if he hadn’t come back with a child in tow, but for now there was no need to spook her more than she would already be by the pets. She approached the younger lass who seemed to have an excitement in her eyes before squatting down before the girl.

“Amelie, right? It’s nice to meet you sweetie. I’m Lyric. You’ll get to meet the rest of the family soon but first… we need to make sure our pets know that you’re family okay.”

She let out a low whistle as Ares, Athena, and Ventisca came closer. Athena clearly only not starting an outright attack due to the girl being surrounded by welcome guests.

“Now Amelie, they’re all going to come to smell you. Stay still and don’t touch them until I give an okay. They’re well trained but they are trained in a specific way.”

The herd came closer as they sniffed Amelie on their way to Lyric brushing up beside the girl. Once the had circled the girl and made their way to Lyric she tapped each one a series of times marking Amelie as a friend. Lyric waited until each lay down onto the floor at Amelie’s feet showing deference before turning back to Amelie.

“There we go. You can go ahead and pet them now if you wish.”

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[BriiAngelic]

Red Riding

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 4 [The Underground]

LOCATION:

Azure Dragons HQ, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Yo, Lorrin, Kasumi, Red

The Underground

<<< Remember

S̷͖̻̻̗͌̑̑ỏ̸̡̱̭̦͕̐̂ ̴̮͕̥͒͜ͅy̸̫͚̪̤͉̜͛͆̎̽ö̷͉͔͓̹̙́̂̒̊ȕ̴̺̮̻͉̃̚ȓ̸̘̯͙̲͈̀̓͐͆ ̷̆ͅt̵̜̤̤͑h̵̯̊a̸̛͇͗̐͒͝͝t̶̻͇̺̥̼͔̆̓̉ ̵̥̪̀̅f̶̤̠̙͇͕͂̇̈́̄̔á̷̯̗̮͇̣r̵͍͕̮̖̟̊̌͛́̀̓ ̴̧͕̗̞̲̓͐͝g̷̻̭̾o̷̯͖̐̈́̏̂̀n̴̩̱̪̞̭̿̕ẽ̸̛̯͑̈́̏͑ ̷̗̺̙̱̙͎̓̂ả̸̢̛͎̥͈̝̠̒̌̅̀l̵̰͕̲͍̣̿̀̑ŗ̵̯̗̼̞͍̋̎͊̕͝͝ę̷̢͖̰̭̄ȃ̴̞̪͠d̶̠͉̿̋͆̈y̵̨̨̪͉̘͖̓̈́͗̇͘͝ ̸̥̳͍̪̙̻̆̚ẃ̴̛͉͙̻͒̿e̴̡̗͈̲͙͊̀̿͂l̶͚̭̤͐̿͜l̴̹͈̳͑̈́ ̶̖̦̹̓̓͠s̴̬̫̿̆̿͗̎̕ö̵̦́͜r̶̯̠͋͠r̷͙͖͔̤̯͒͊́̃̈́͊y̵̛̛̖̦̫̘̿͛̿ ̴̟̭̺̰̱̙̎̀p̶̛̥̻̱̈́̌r̵̢̗̖̲͉̞͛̀̀̆̔͆i̷̝̓̋͋͝n̶̜͕͚̦̲͈͗̽̿͝c̵̗͔͔̀͊̀̉̚͝e̸̗̻̥̹͖̿̓͑͑̕s̴̜̱̫͓͔̝͂s̶̨͓͕͈̫̓͋̄̽͜ ̶̩͙̭̙̫̏͜ï̸̫̙̥͊̆́̒͑t̴͓̣͉̜̄̓'̷̭̮̯͍̟̿s̷͈̠̬̮̫̟̔ ̶̧̢̠̭͖͙̽̋̔̾͗͝ṫ̵̪͉̩̬̱i̶̺̠͉̹͇̦͌̔̋͊͂m̵͚̞̞̱̉̕e̷̢̨͈̻̦̋ͅ ̶̡͔͖̮̣̗̐̄͋͗͝͝y̶̡̞̞̹͔͋̔̏̀̚ó̶̩̖̺̟͉͑̇͑͜͝ư̶͈̘̫̮ ̵̥̀ͅc̴͍̥̯̣̳̔̀̅̀͝o̶̢̖̗̠̪͑̈́m̷̢̛̬͕̔̍é̷͆́̂̑͝ͅ ̷͕͖͈̙̟̟̒̔̇̅̚b̶̢̋͆͑a̴̫̜̳̜̣͌̀̃̍͝͝c̶͔͍̟̣̜̄̇̿́̄͘k̴̗͕͉̂͠ ̵̫͉̯̫͚̾̀̚ṭ̸͓͎̟͔͉̊̓̆̏̓̚o̵͉̰͒͛̔͆̓͘ ̴̧̖̱͋̈́̽̈̈́͆r̴̪̾̇̅͜e̴̻͖̊ͅá̶̭̮̮̫͍̥̇̾̾̄l̸͉̗̏͠ḯ̸̛̹̞̣̟̳̀͛̈͐t̷̳̦̄̕ỷ̸̠̬̀̀̏̂̓.̷̯͓̤̰̓͆̏ͅ”̶̻͎̼̯͍͋͜ ̷̧͉͍̻̦̒͛̓͊̊͑

A slap connected with her face as the shadow loomed over her.

How did it do that?

“̶N̷o̵w̴ ̶a̸n̸s̵w̴e̶r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̷ ̸q̴u̷e̷s̴t̵i̴o̴n̸ ̶w̶h̷y̷ ̵d̶i̶d̵ ̴y̸o̷u̸ ̶a̵t̷t̵a̴c̷k̶ ̵t̸h̴e̸ ̵E̸a̵s̶t̶ ̸D̵i̸s̷t̵r̵i̸c̶t̴ ̵a̷n̶d̶ ̸w̴h̴o̵ ̷t̸h̵i̸s̸ ̷B̶l̸u̷e̵ ̷y̵o̸u̷ ̵s̷p̷e̷a̶k̷ ̵o̶f̷.̴”̴

Wait.

That voice.

It was his fault.

She forced herself to focus her eyes.

She never was as good at it.

“East… theyneeded………..D’str’ction”

She pulled herself once more trying to force her wrists out as she began to panic.

HESHEREITSHIMSHECOULDNTFAIL.

"Noimnotimnothere.IESCAPED"

She needed out.

She just wanted to go home.

Why.

Ş̷̡̧̨̡̖͉̬̤̩̱̻͚̪̫͉̩͍͇̝̳̼͍̘̦͓͒̂͂̔̂̅̏́͑̄͛͊̓̊͋͜͜͝ͅh̴̡̛̛͙̘̞̮̘̲̺͎̗̖̙̹̤̫̯͌̉̐̂͗́̂̿̈́̍̆̋̉̓̐̌̿͑̏̀̿̂͒̚̕͝͠͠͝͠ȩ̷̨̢͇̲̩̺̙̪̠̤̺̹̳͕̜̠̺̺̤̦̝͙̼̟̹͓̦͔̬͉͉̦̫̥̅̌̋̃͗̇̃́̔̅̎́̀̃̏̔͂͛̀̓̋̀͘͜͝͠͠ͅ ̴̧̡̭̙̬̤̟̼͚̗̱͙͕̠̝̳̘͎̝͙̗̱̬̙̰̪̞͙̺̞̣̻̺̰̜͙͇̼͌̈̑͐̿̈̔̓̚͜c̸͔̠̻̟͔͚͈̤̞̭͛̈́̈͊͛̓̃̾̃̉̀̾̇́̈͊̂͐̾̃̈́̉̊́̈́̌̕͝͝͝ǫ̷͉͙̠͉̩̫̱͓̙̻̟̤̼̘̙̣̲̰̥̳͙͎̭̩͉͎͈̲̳͇͓̦̟̞́̋̅͊͗̌̅́́̄̀̔̊͘͝u̸̧͓͙̱̦̥͚͍̠͎̤̫̜͒̅͆̐͆͑͑̈́̎̔̔͑̾̉̎͛͗̆̊̑͑͗̋͋͛͘̚͘͝l̸̡̢̡̻̮͈̳̖̮̣̼̞̘̺̠̥̩̱̹̻̱̹̝̭̫̼̰͓̟̝͈̻͖̩̺̟͕̐̂̚͘ͅd̶̡̧̢̛͙͙̼̼̗̥̮̤̙̣͚͔̥͕̤̺͇̬̣͕͈̟̙̯̠̱̱̠̲͍̣̦͂̃̒́̋́̈́̑̒̍͂̓̋̾̂̎̒͆̆̽́͛͂̿̋̚̕̚͜͜͠͠͝ͅ ̶̧͍̝͖̞̰͔͍̜̟̀̉̓͋̀͗̔̐̇͐̽̔̋̓̊͒̌̆̊͒̓̃̉̾̈́̏̓̌̍̚͘͝͠͝͝h̶̨̻͇͚̣̮̮̮̠̰͚̫͕̀̿͛̀̏̈́̄͊̏̊̐̔̐̆̓͆̌̐͋͐̄̾͋̚͘̚͝͝͝ḙ̶̢̢̡̢̱̳͕̺͚̼̺͉̲̲͙̙̱̖̘̜͔̲̩̱̻͈͎͈͈̣̺͖͋̽̓͋̽̾̐̾̇͆͋̿̍̈́͒́̈̓͘͝͠͝a̷̰̝͑̈́̔̾̍̑̀͐̅̽̍̎̂̾̇͛́̾͒̄͆̓̅̕̕͘ͅr̶̡̢̧̛̛̩̯͉͈̺̺̝̻̘̘̪̦͚̟̻͓̖̮̿͋͆̔̌͊̾͋̾͛̔͗́̀̀̄̂̂̃͂͗̀̐̋̾͒͆͗̎̂̈́̏̕̕̚͘͝ͅͅ ̶̢̨̫̹͚̗͉͕̱͚̙̮̫̪̰̘̙̰͎͈̥̥͚̝̘̿͑̀͗̕͜͜ͅt̵̨̢̛̺̠͉͉̯̙̩̭̜͎̗͚̥̅͆̎́̍͒̽̃̀̑͐͛̏͒̃̇̽̽̓̎́̃̓̏͆̑̒͐̓̇̌͛̂̎̆̚̚̚͘̚͝ͅh̵̢̡̢̢͈̹̩͇͍͎̣̬̪͔́͌̔͐̓̍́̈́̈́͆̾̒͗͌̈́̄͊̋͘͝͝ȇ̴̡̧̛̦̮͕̻̦̞̺̘̺̪͎̝̹̬͈̹̞͈͙̭̝͈̩̞̺͚̦̳̩̜͖̩̭͈͍̆̽̄́͑́̑̋͑̉̽̀̀̽̂̋̀̍̀̃̇̈́͂͑̐͜͝͝ ̴̳͈̞̹̪̭̗͙̜̳̀̈́͂͌̄͐̑͑͗́͗͂͋̃͊̌̅́̑̉̋̾́̔̓̋̐͘̚͝͝͠m̸̨̡͈̯̮̣͉̟̠̺̣̻̞͚̦̝̺͙͕̖͓̝̩͉͈̍̽̀̎̒̐͊́́͊͂̀͌͋̿́̔̚͝u̷̡̡̧̡̡̢̧̬̱̥̙̥̫̳̹̻̫̼̝̻̳̠͙͕̯͖̹̗̰̩̿̐͂͛̐̐̃̋̓̓́͗̾́̅͜s̴̡̯̭̱͖̱̞̹͔̼̘̺̙̫̭̜̳͛̿̀̇̅̍̂̒̂͗̆͂̉̽̈͗̎̍̐̀́̐͂͋̈́̄͑̓͘͠ȋ̴̲̻͈̦̱̖̹͓̗͓̯̘͈̟̘̣́̉̃̋́͊́́̈́̇̂̽̅͑̉̎̾͐͒͒̉̀̄͒͆̿̃͆̑̅̚̕̚̕͘͝͝͝͝c̷̡̧̧̛̠̖̲͍͎̟͇̦̦̬̼̖͉̳̜̫̺̺͉̺̜̳̤̺͓̯̦͈̮̥̄̓̄̈́͆̀̾͒̏ ̴̧̨̡̛̲̰̻͔͈̱̫̥͇̺̲̭̟͔͍͖͇̫̳̪͓̤̱̟̰̋̈́̆̋͌̉̓̐̈́̽̄̔̊͛̀̉̓̑̚͝͝͝ą̷̛̼̼̣͎̲̰͖͚̫͖̎̉͂́̓̓̋̍̽̆̀̂͆͐̊̓̍̒͛̆̎̉͗̉̊͘͝͝͠͝͝͠g̵͓̠̬̤͇͚̣̹͓͉̦͚̩̥̥̰̯̫͚̤̙̝̱̪̮̤̯̳̭̊̄͊̇̔̆̓̒̉̎͑̐̈́̌̉͛͛̒̎͐͋͘̕̕͜ͅa̴̟͑̄̽͐̒̓͋̀̅̔͌̑̈͆̐͌̓́̾͋̽͗̊͝͠͝͝ḭ̶͙͎̻͈̬͕̯̹͖̱̤͊̓͂̌̾̅̊͛̒̍͂͆̋͆̑̈́͌̑̆̈͋̋̈̅̓͌̈́̆̂͆͊̕̚̚͘̚͠n̵̢̨̢̪̪͈̳͈̬͎͎̬̖̩̪̬̞̜͈̱̯͍̜̦̮̩̬̮͉̤͎̺̗̠̏̅̂̒̈́̇́̃͂̐͌̽̄͗̌͌͗̇̆͂͊͝͝͝͠͝.̷̧̛̱̫͖̫͇̥͇͙̙̊͌̄͐̀͑̅́͐̏̓̌͋̊̊̐̎̃̈́̀̓̈́͆́́̊̊̕̕̚͠

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HITOSHI YAMAKAWA

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 3 [Shopping Spree!]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Reika ( Taigakitt ) , Charlie ( Roda the Red )

Shopping Spree!

<<< Remember

Hitoshi didn't fight Reika's arm wrapping around his shoulders, taking slight advantage of the additional support for his walking. He still kept his shades as best as he could over his eyes to prevent the natural light of the outside from burning his corneas as he remained sensitive. He also noticed Charlie taking her elbow with his own, to which he shot the young rookie an encouraging grin. They passed through the food court, a definite stop for later, as well as several big name stores as they advanced through the mall. He didn't particularly want for much outside of his stream of partying and copious amounts of 'performance-boosting' narcotics to keep him in the night life game. But he also wanted to find something nice for his pal Alex today... he just didn't know what that entailed yet.

He was thinking what to say after Reika's question but then Charlie's own inquiry got him to clear his throat. "Well... I'm sure there's plenty of nice stuff in that store! I'm not one with an eye for jewelry, but I'm sure there's something there for Alex. Something to cheer him up, ya know?" he said. It was a half-truth, he *did* have an eye for some types of accessories like the "gold" chain around his neck. Though it was dubious at best at whether or not it was actually gold. He just liked how it looked, didn't really care about the specifics. He then yawned quietly, covering his mouth as to prevent the smell from his depths from being a hazard to those he was with.

He also had another goal with this shop of his that he had recommended, as they dealt in not just handmade crafts and jewelry but also more... fun things from under the counter. Who said shopping for someone else couldn't be beneficial for yourself as well? Besides, he would need his hit as well for tonight's planned antics at one of the local clubs back in the South District.

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Alicia Morel

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Upper Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jackson

Happily Ever After

Another "drop the Mister." Come to think of it, lots of people seemed offput by what she considered politeness. Perhaps it was a thing Central considered weird? Regardless, she offered him a mannerly smile. "My apologies, Jackson. You can call me Alice, by the way. Everyone calls me Alice." Then a question concerning her age? Alice found it amusing, covering her mouth with a flattened hand as she muffled a 'teehee' He must have thought she was older than she looked. "Why, I turned 18 around two months ago!"

When she looked back at him, he held a random piece of clothing to her face, suddenly raising his voice. Alice tilted her head. "I don't think red goes with my out—" Then his voice fell to a whisper again, and she understood. However, she did not budge towards the cash register and instead glanced towards the back of the store.

In a hushed tone, she began again. "I know a much more 'out-of-the-way' route there, through the fire exit. Acacia, er, my caretaker's sister, said I have access anywhere in the mall as long as I have the card." Alice then retrieved her phone with a case that matched her clothes' shade of blue. Biting her lip, she popped off her phone case where and black and blue card with the Acacia logo in the center flew out and into the girl's hand. "Acacia is good friends with the mall owner, so she lets me use the fire escape halls when I wanted to get around without a crowd, and I think she's in one of the connected security rooms..."

She glanced up at Jackson. Here she was, roping some stranger who introduced himself not too long ago. Alice smiled nervously. "Once I'm safe, you can go back to your own thing... I wouldn't want to be a bother any more than I already have."

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[QuirkyAngel]

Elias Yumin

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, Upper Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alice, Elias, Jack, Charmy, Jackson

Happily Ever After

Fake smiles. Elias didn’t really have a problem with them. They were common enough that he would almost say human society ran on them. Those who couldn’t produce a fake smile didn’t belong in society…and so joined gangs. Elias didn’t join a gang because he couldn’t fit into the mold of normal society. He did it because he was curious. Because he could.

Therefore, he didn’t have a problem returning her bright and cheery smile with one of his own. Because he could. He’d worked with actors long enough, after all.

The fact that Genevieve refused to shake his hand might be due to the fact that she knew about his potential. She might know about his potential because she might be working with Acacia Fox, whose clothing line she modeled for. And, if she was working with Janay Fox’s sister, she might be leading him into a trap. Those were all possibilities Elias considered.

Was Alice in Stacy’s Department store, after all?

Elias worked in the finance field. He dealt with numbers. Charts. Facts. He didn’t like making a decision until all the data was presented to him…usually. Sometimes to acquire information, one had to step into a trap. Be bold. Besides, he was curious as to where she intended to lead him. The luxury of being rich was the freedom to make whimsical, impulsive purchases every now and again without worry, after all. The safety net was always there. And so, the dark-haired young man nodded his head, his thumb dancing across the keyboard of his phone. “Of course. Just give me a moment to let the friend I was with know.”

<<Srry, Ron. Can’t join you. I’ve got a date Plz do your best looking~>>

<<Phoenix Queen’s here. I assume other Birds would be as well>>
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Even if his attention was on Genevieve, he didn’t fail to notice the redhead who’d passed by them and helped herself to a pair of sunglasses with confidence of one who once owned the turf. The relevance of such information? Unknown. However, he did know, from talking to (and acquiring the memories of) other rookie Tigers, that the Albino Tiger gang and Scarlet Phoenix gang did not get along. Why? Elias hadn’t the foggiest. Ideology differences he supposed—not that he’d ever known the 4 major gangs of New Oasis to get along, even as a civilian. Regardless, the smart move would be to keep away from them for the duration of the search.

Then again…

Slipping his phone back in his pocket, Elias smiled at Genevieve. “Please lead the way.”

As he followed her, the violet-eyed man continued their conversation amiably. “I do know Dimitri Bellari. His mother is a well-known actress and I’ve had the pleasure of working with him when he did business with Yumin Entertainment. Does business with Yumin Entertainment. I still have his contact number in fact~”

Despite how he made it sound, it was nothing permanent. The supermodel seemed to enjoy freelancing and, though an offer had been made, Elias doubted it would be accepted. Unlike his mother, Dimitri didn’t seem to be the sort to settle, which meant any continuing business would short term projects…assuming they could afford it. Financially, it was always better to use one’s own actors and models than employ outsiders…though it really depended on the project…and it wasn’t as if Yumin Entertainment didn’t have the budget to employ him. They did. They definitely did. The only thing left to consider was the cost and benefits of doing so…as well as the prospective employees own personality. Models, actors, and artists—especially the really good ones—were all incredibly temperamental.

Elias winked at the model. “Destiny’s an incredibly funny thing. Sometimes it just twists and turns in ways you can least expect. Though, I suppose I have great respect for those who are willing to grasp their destined future with their own two hands.”

Hand to his chin, Elias continued thoughtfully. “Dimitri and I run along the same social circles, so, if I were to hazard a guess, he’d be at the Sedas party right now…”

Either because his parents forced him or because he felt obligated, due to his own personal wealth, to attend the charity party and socialize with other ‘elites’. Regardless, the Bellari family definitely belonged among the upper class…along with the Yumins. The Knights. The Albrechts. The Sedas. And many others he wasn’t going to bother to list. Some were nouveau riche. Others were vieux riche. However, whether they were new money or old money they all played a part in expanding the economy of New Oasis.

"You've heard of it, yes?" Elias's eyes casually wandered all the stores and displays they passed, as if interested in the various merchandise being sold at the mall, though he hadn't lost track of his original purpose and kept his eyes peeled for a 5-foot blonde girl.

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[The Prophet]

DIMITRI BELLARI

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 1 [Charity from the Upper City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Akira, Helva, Jesper, Lucy

Charity from the Upper City

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"You are much too kind, though I do like compliments~" Dimitri responded in kind, winking towards his senior before what he assumed to be their employee returned with a drink. Making space for them to do their job, he watched as the target of his current interest downed their drink quite quickly. Behind a mask of a smiling indifference, Dimitri simply took note like usual. So they liked the drink? good to know. "The event? It has it's ups and downs. I considered leaving soon, but I am quite glad that I haven't yet. If you can dance half as well as you dress, I imagine I'll have fond memories of today." Giving another compliment, he turned to answer the servant this time.

"Thank you, but I'll be alright. While they do have excellent wine, I told myself I wouldn't drink much of that today." An lie to be sure, but one that could go uncovered if they knew not of one of his conditions. It did not matter anyways, the youngest Bellari used is a much more polite 'no.' With that out of way, he gave one slight bow before enclosing his hand and guiding his first dance partner out onto the floor. He really hoped this wouldn't be a bore; otherwise he just might have to set up a scene. making small talk as they went along, he eventually spied just the spot. "Do you dance much? I must profess to being quite the fan of it."

Once they were situated, Dimitri spun round and entwined his fingers in theirs, letting his free hand rest on his dance partner's waist. "Comfortable? you may set the pace; I'd very much like to see how you like to dance."

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[The Prophet]

Ra Yahya

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Child]

LOCATION:

The Markets, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ra, Dyne

THE CHILD

Ra dropped the cabbage after he finished his inspection, golden eyes following a developing trail from the cart. it closely followed the scent he picked up, so it was simple to assume they were one and the same. "All of rights, we will deal with this. I ask that in the meantime you begin to clean up for now. I would rather the other vendors not have to worry." He moved with Dyne towards the tracks, but paused to crouch down and observe them for a moment. Small, erratic, light imprints. It could not have been slow either, or other vendors would have seen and there would have been a bigger commotion. It was small and fast, and was likely going to try and evade them. It seemed his observations were too slow however, and soon he felt the rain begin to pepper his hair and back. "Cold.... Ah! You are going ahead!" Quickly he stood, noticing Dyne ahead and jogging to catch up.

"I should say now that whatever we are hunting is small and fast. And as long as the rain doesn't become worse, I have it's scent." He relayed to his companion, smiling once he was under her shield once more. He loved the rain; it hardly ever rained at home, and was quite soothing to the senses. However, being soaked as they walked about was hardly a competent look, and he should at least try to not look odd. Unaware that his foreign look and dress was probably already odd, he smiled down at his smaller companion. "Though, I am sure we will find our quarry together." he added on, looking out ahead once they rounded the bend. Anything that matched his vague description or looked suspicious was his target, s well as following the wild footprints as far as it took them.

"They can not have gotten too far from the stall with how recent the disturbance was."

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Meirin Azuza

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SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 2 [Matter of Time]

LOCATION:

Eternal Night Palace, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Dante, Reveler, Ruriko, Meirin

Matter of Time

Following Reveler to the entrance of their booth, Meirin giggled as she watched Callan tease Ruri with his morphing clones. No. He himself was morphing, so there was clearly more to his potential than it appeared. Perhaps, if she were especially suspicious, she would question why 2 of his chosen appearances where Dragons…but Shen was Shen. Everyone knew Shen. The second Dragon wasn’t one she knew especially well, since he didn’t visit brothels all that often, and she hadn’t really seen him around much since his loss in the kingship battle 4 years ago, but she had good memory and recognized him immediately: Shuwei.

Both childhood friends of Ruri’s…or so she’d been told. Meirin hadn’t been there to see it. Five years was a long time to be part of gang, but the Portal Keeper was older and had been an active Dragon for much longer. It was easier for those that received their invitations around the same time to be closer friends. More importantly, it explained Ruri’s loyalty to the current leadership…though that could simply be waved away with Ruri being Ruri. Meirin had always found that aspect of Ruri attractive.

Circling around to embrace ‘Shen’ from behind, arms draped around his neck and chin on his shoulder to further the teasing effect, Meirin blinked the moment she put a bit of weight on the illusion—or rather the illusionary parts. It certainly felt real enough. Yet the moment a bit of force was added, it became obvious there was no consistency. No actual mass to ‘Shen’s’ lengthy hair. She could tell immediately that the person she embraced wasn’t Shen.

Was his potential like Isaiah’s after all?

She supposed she'd know once she checked the cameras...though even Fade couldn't influence something like touch...as far as she was aware, at least.

Head tilted curiously, locks of brown hair falling over ‘Shen’/Callan’s shoulder, Meirin decided to save such personal questions—like how his potential worked—for later in favor of speaking to Revie. She was already starting to get an idea of why Jun hired Callan to work at Eternal Night Palace anyway. He was really good at what he did. Meirin gave Ruri another wink—as if to indicate her favorite of Callen’s choices—before turning her attention to Reveler. “He’s right you know, Revie. There’s no need to sneak around; It just makes you look suspicious. If you’ve got questions, asking directly is much faster. I know you probably have a lot~”

Meirin didn’t know why Reveler was listening in on their conversation. However, she knew Revie. Revie always had a lot of questions…especially about another's love life. An insatiable desire to know? To fill some sort of void? Regardless, Meirin, being Meirin, didn't like to lie and always answered whatever she could. There were some things she couldn’t answer of course, but that was just the sort of place brothels were. They held many secrets. Husbands that cheated on their wives? Celebrities with certain kinks? Eternal Night Palace was the sort of place where customers could indulge in their deepest, sometimes twisted, desires (that wouldn’t be acceptable in normal society) for single night…provided the cameras in place to ensure the safety of the workers of course.

And volunteers, like Jackson, set his own rules.

Frankly, she didn’t think a kid like Song really knew what he was doing when he chose sex work as a career choice, but given Meirin’s own choice, it wasn’t as if she really had a right to say anything. Nothing’s wrong with selling physical intimacy anyway. Everyone needed love. Everyone had their own story. Whether it was Reveler, Ruri, or Jackson they all had a reason for doing what they did and accepting the invitation into the Azure Dragons.

She shrugged. “I don’t have anything in store. I’m just entertaining a visiting Callan since Sis isn’t here to do so today. Business talks with another brothel—the Platinum Rabbit—from what I understand. I think we’re trying to borrow some of their workers for an event of some sort.”

Meirin shrugged again. She had a sudden urge to braid ‘Shen’s’ hair, but refrained from doing so since she wasn’t sure whether tugging or pulling it would cause Callan’s crafted illusions to disappear. They weren’t real anyway. “Oh! But I do have something, I guess…”

Reaching for the phone she normally had tucked in sash, Meirin tapped the gallery app and enlarged an image she had saved on her device, showing it to them.

“If any of you see this person, please let me know.”

The Regal Rper Beann Mqueserasera