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BOLT TRANSPORT WAREHOUSE
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]
LOCATION:
East District
THE FACELESS FOX

Aw, man. I knew that doggy wasn’t just there for show…

As Welsha addressed the stranger– even smiling and waving as she did so, in true Welsha fashion– they quickly leapt off of the building, carefully transitioning into a safety roll to break their fall as they made contact with the asphalt. Once they were back on their feet, they slowly began to approach the duo, unknown weapon still in hand.

It was on purpose!” The voice playfully called out. It was high-pitched, lively. Like that of an enthusiastic young woman. And as the then-faceless assailant finally closed the distance between them, she was revealed to be exactly that.

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Hi Hiiiii~!” The pink-haired girl enthusiastically greeted the trio, holding a cutesy peace sign up to her cheek with an innocent smile. It was as if she had completely misunderstood the situation she had just shot herself into. Adjusting the protective goggles that sat atop her head, she stood proudly and fearlessly before her foes.

It’s me, the Azure Dragons’ adorable-and-amazing poster girl, Kimikooooooo KUGISAKIIIIIII!!!

The imaginary fanfare roared on as she continued to pose in front of them for a few seconds, before gripping the modified metal bat in her hand even tighter and pointing an accusatory finger in Welsha, Pablo and Pit’s direction.

Listen up, pretty lady and Mr. Handsome!” She called out to them, her green eyes still lacking any trace of urgency or seriousness. “Just like I thought, you guys’re, like, totally botherin’ my friends dad and takin’ his money!

Her free hand carefully gripped the rest of her bat’s handle, and her expression hardened ever-so-slightly. For a moment, she just stood there, thinking back on her last conversation with her friend before she had embarked on this journey...

Chunhua…” Kimiko had said, placing a comforting hand on her friends shoulder and using her thumb to wipe away the tears that had escaped her eyes. The two had known each other since high school. She’d spoken to her father on multiple occasions. Every single time, he seemed like a perfectly respectable man who would never fall into whatever shady scheme Chunhua had described to her.

… What could possibly be going on? Loan sharks? A rival gang trying to get the jump on the East?

...Whatever it is, don’t worry. Your buddy's gonna put a stop to it.

Chunhua softly sniffled, looking up at her pink-haired friend with a concerned, yet also relieved expression.

...Kimi…?

Kimiko pushed a triumphant thumb into her chest to point at herself, a cocky grin painted on her face as she stood tall and made her promise.

That’s right! I’ll save ‘yer old man. It’s our first year of college, and I don’t want you fallin’ behind with all your worryin’! That just means I gotta help ya with more homework.



Enough reminiscing. Back to the present. Kimiko kept her grip on her bat– implying that she was more than ready to use it if need be– and continued to stare down Welsha and Pablo.

Now,” She started, eyes trailing over towards the pocket that Pablo had slid the envelope into. She cautiously took one hand off of her bat, pointing towards him.

That envelope, gimme. I don’t really care who you are, or what your goal is, but, like, leave Feng Ma outta it.

Instantly returning her hand to the bat and lightly tapping it against the ground, she added one last bit to her request.

Unless, of course, you guys wanna do this the hard way. And ma’am, I’d really rather not mess up that pretty lil face ‘a yours.

First Rose First Rose Peckinou Peckinou


  • AZURE DRAGONS
    KIMI
    KIMIKO KUGISAKI
    LEGAL NAME
    Kimiko Kugisaki
    AGE & BIRTH
    19 (April 07, 2002)
    ALIAS
    Kimi
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'4" (162.5 cm) | 123lbs (55.7 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2019
    REPUTATION
    The annoying little brat. At least she's smart, right?
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Kimi stands at 5'4, weighing 123lbs with mute pink hair and charming, green eyes. Her signature article of clothing is a baseball cap, and while they vary in style, she is almost never seen without one on her head, or on her person. The same goes for her bat. She wears whatever she wants, going from skirts and crop tops one day to a hoodie and sweatpants the next. It's impossible not to recognize her smile, or her pursed lips when she is incessantly whistling.
    PERSONALITY

    Kimiko is very bubbly and friendly, and can be described by her fellow gang members as either "Fun to be around" or "Horribly annoying". She has a knack for teasing and provoking others, and is notorious for angering many of her opponents in fights to the point where they really want to kill her. She is fine with working hard to get what she wants, but isn't afraid to manipulate and trick others to achieve her goals either. A master of jokes and bad puns, she always tries to lighten the mood, even though she's horrible at reading moods. She genuinely cares for (most) people, despite how she may treat them, and will always lend a helping hand to someone in need. She loves praise and attention, and works hard just to be able to hear a "Good Job" or a "You're so cool!"

    Originally being from the North District, and the younger sister of an ex-serpent, Kimi is very cunning and street-smart, and has seen her way through plenty of fights. She uses this experience to her advantage, to help her gang wherever she's needed. She is very intelligent, but is modest about her gifted mind as she doesn't like the attention one gets when they're smart. When asked why she joined the Dragons, she simply responds with "Because they're cool". Due to her natural craving for leadership and power, she wants to reach the top of the gang, whether it be a minor position of power, or the King's throne.

    She has a bad habit of humming, and an even worse habit of whistling. She'll stop if told to, but will probably start up again in another 2 minutes.
 
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GUNBOAT HIDAYAT
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]
LOCATION:
Club Celestia, South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Gunboat, Ji-Young
THE FACELESS FOX

The mad laughter of a man with damaged pride continued to erupt from behind the door. Multiple cameras within the club suddenly came alive, fixing their positions onto Ji-Young with a quiet whirr.

This bout was one for the books. The two were being watched, spectated on as if it were some sort of colosseum match.

Gunboat remained silent and unmoving as Ji-Young armed herself, taking note of possible potentials the moment she descended from the upper balcony of the club.

Once her feet touched the ground, he gently shook his bandaged arm. Multiple grains of the dark, sand-like substance flew off, but instead of simply hitting the floor– as most inanimate objects would– these grains fell into each other, rapidly multiplying and growing until they took the shape of a sleek, black blade. Gunboat brandished the weapon, examining it himself to make sure it was to his liking with an insulting lack of caution for the strong opponent who stood before him.

This’ll do…

Ji-Young’s warning snagged the nonchalant man’s attention, his citrus eyes like a fiery abyss as he stared into hers. Without much of a reaction to her offer, he slowly lowered himself into a fighting pose– his razor-sharp weapon thirsty for blood.

You remind me of my oldest…” He murmured. “This isn’t going to be fun... Orders are orders, though.

Gunboat’s eyes remained locked onto Ji-Young’s. Being a parent unlocked many talents– some of them you’d never think you would have. For Gunboat, reading minds was never something he thought he’d add to his extensive resume of skills. He couldn’t tell anyone how, but he could see how Ji-Young felt.

Don’t be that way… He called out to her from his mind, knowing that saying it out loud would only make his job harder in the long run. Pulling your punches only means I can get back up and kill you later.

...Don’t hold back,” He softly demanded. Damn it, Intan. There you go again.

He just couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t lying to her when he said she reminded him of his oldest daughter, after all.

...It only makes this shift go by slower.

Without saying another word, Gunboat rushed forward, slashing his sword and aiming directly for Ji-Young’s big, beautiful eyes– but falling short and missing. He wasn’t finished, however, as a small flurry of iron-sand followed directly after the slash, dozens of small, sharp grains targeting her left arm with the intent of eating through the muscle fibers within her left deltoid. If she had to put those gloves on, she must have been a heavy hitter. He didn’t like being punched– he needed to shut down any chances of that early.

In truth, Gunboat didn’t want to kill this girl. He couldn’t get a clear estimate of her age, but she was young. If he was lucky, he would be able to get away with simply beating her down until Anthony got bored and called the hit off.

If not, however…

Well, he’d rather not think about that just yet.

YumenoTsukishiro YumenoTsukishiro
 
Maria Hojo
SCENE:
The Heist
LOCATION:
Central
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
The Heist
Walking into the vault, she immediately began to think of how much she could fit into her shadow. While she wasn't in dire need for money or anything, she figured this could be the opportunity to get the finances needed for her long term goal. All she had to do was get some high value "merchanise". At least, as long as the weight of the object was worth it, and it wasn't damaged by freezing. In other words, no electronics, and no paper. Dealing with humid paper was not really worth the weight when she could just put it in a bag and carry with her. As for jewelry, while she was wary of the potential of rust from the condensation when she inevitably had to unfreeze everything, it shouldn't be a problem. With that in mind, she begins taking whatever gems, diamonds, jewelry, etc. she can find, putting them all in her shadow until she began to feel the literal weight on her shoulders a bit. She knows it probably seemed selfish to take that much, but they are tigers after all. Surely they didn't expect them to just take a bit and go? In her eyes, she only took a modest amount for what she could have, though it was probably more than any of them could hope of carrying. Had she just painted a target on her back? Or maybe she'll get invited for more heists. Hell, she wasn't even aware if the gainings would be split or not. Still having some space in her bag, she looks for any papers that weren't just money, and finds a blueprint for a prototype. An engine of some sort. While Maria herself wasn't familiar enough with the in depth mechanics of cars, she still recognized the triangular shape the front of the engine had. With her curiosity rising, she slips the paper in her bag and decides to head out. She think about offering her ability for anyone who wants her to carry something for them, but realizes they have no reason to trust her, and would only make herself seem naive instead. With that thought in mind, she moves out near where Jennifer is, saying "I'm good."
 
Passeri Park
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
It was a slow, fretful process, but thread by thread, Passeri was beginning to pull her mind back under her control. Her eyes narrowed. She'd recovered enough of it now to think, to see, and she saw a shepherd driving sheep. She spared the fresh, gurgling lump of meat that her blades had turned from a man into a corpse a moment of sympathy. A memory flared in the back of her mind, and a twinge of guilt budded in her chest.

It was such a waste.

"You getting out of here alive, that's your payment." Passeri spoke through her teeth, sparing the young Knight some of the scant few spools of attention she had to spare. "You keep me from getting killed from the inside out, and I'll make sure nobody guts you, understand?" Her words rang harshly, devoid of the glamour that might usually soften them. Even if she'd had the capacity for it at the moment, with the way that Ezra was acting, she had a feeling that it wouldn't do much good anyway.

"And try to use your head a bit more." Passeri righted herself, pushing off of the patch of wall she'd been using to prop herself up. "Watch what you say." Her words were pointed with needles. Her senses were mending themselves, and her ability to scrutinize was coming back with them.

Mentioning the press, the paparazzi, and her fans? What did he think, that she'd disguised herself for this job because she wanted to make a grand reveal? She might've already exposed her Potential, but until each and every one of their names had been spat out of those fanatical lips, there was no reason why they shouldn't have been playing their identities close to their chests. There was more at play here than just a fight to the death. A tally of who knew what was being drawn up in her mind, and she wasn't at all fond of how it was stacking up.

Then, pling metal glanced against itself, and a cross finally marked itself within their favour. The Priestess's mask clattered noisily as it fell, and the visage of the Grant matriarch bloomed from beneath. Passeri's eyes widened. The light that touched the woman's faced exposed not only it, but so many more questions.

How deep had they dug today? How deep did this go? She locked her eyes on Beatrice's. If she enjoyed her secrecy as much as all of this cloak-and-dagger nonsense suggested, her revelation of her identity was a brand upon their fate. If there had been any chance at negotiation, it was rapidly falling away from them now. It wouldn't do for news of the city's beloved shepherds being involved in all of this to get out now, would it?

Or perhaps she was only projecting.

"Shit!" The clap of gunfire muted her thoughts. Her eyes flashed, a dull flash of pink breaking through her contacts' filters only a moment too late. A wall of thick pink expanded before herself and Ezra, and flashed thrice with light as three of the bullets were caught as it expanded. The rest soared true, and Passeri's body, belaboured by her ailments, was too slow to react. Her arm flashed hot with pain as a pair of bullets bit into it, and she clenched her teeth to stifle a wince of pain.

Her play at defence had not been for nought, though. The thick, pink wall still unfurled to its full breadth, undeterred by the bullets' strikes, and she sent it surging forward, down the walkway which the last of the glassy-eyed cultists were surging down. At the last moment, it swerved, turning on one of its corners as if it were a pivot, and swinging wide at the triad of cultists. She had an inkling that they were not themselves, but she needed them out of the way regardless. She'd send them plummeting into the water below.

She, too, stepped forward with the barrier, advancing up the walkway with slow, unsteady strides. She snapped her fingers, and with a flourish, her blades returned to attention and began to hone back in on their original targets. Three moved towards Crowe's injured form, and the rest towards Beatrice, now twisting through the air with a practised elegance.

"You know, I really would prefer talking, Miss Grant." Her locked eyes with Beatrice's. Her scythes danced closer with each word, but she hadn't quite given up on resolving this like a civilized person yet.

 
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DAMIAN
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]
LOCATION:
Mysterious Black Site, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Damian, August, Julian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko
THICKER THAN WATER
Once again, a fascinating individual halted his advance. If the Chessmaster's allure came from the way she moved, then the masked woman's came from the way she spoke. It was unusual, unlike what he was accustomed to hearing, but not entirely foreign to his ears. He searched his memories, trying to recall the word that sat on the very tip of his tongue. It was only after he saw the flash of the woman's steel that it finally rolled off and echoed in his mind. Haiku.

He watched with interest as she sliced through paper and tried to do the same to Sabrina. Her choice of weapon, along with her state of dress, brought back hazy images of moments from the past. The uniform reminded him of his old habit of exploring various schools, but the katana was of more importance. Paired with her unique speech, it gave off a very strong image, reminding him of the old radio shows he enjoyed listening to during his time in captivity. To finally see one of those warriors in the flesh was quite something. He had to see more.

Fingers slipping from Kinsley's grasp, Damian reached for the massive blade that stuck to his crowned tentacle. As he brandished the fallen King's sword, a new limb sprouted from his back, replacing the one currently squirming on the floor. Unfortunately, he lacked a scabbard, so mimicking the masked warrior's stance wouldn't be possible.

"That would be a waste. This girl is interesting. I'd like to see more." He counted each syllable in his head as he responded to Sabrina, trying to imitate the opponent with his weapon and words.

While he was still eager to see more of the warehouse and discover its heavily guarded secrets, he decided against moving ahead. He didn't want to miss out on the opportunity that just presented itself. He wanted to learn more about this woman and what she could do. It was true that every second spent here was one that could've been spent exploring the black site, but he believed this detour wouldn't take much time. With three Serpents and only one enemy, the latter probably wouldn't last very long. If things were like this, he could quickly collect information and then be on his way.

Having made his decision, he tightened his grip on the claymore and aimed the tips of his tentacles toward the opposite direction. Four powerful streams of ink shot from the limbs, propelling him forward. He maneuvered around the clashing swordswomen, stopping once he was behind the enemy. It was his attempt at copying her last attack, dashing with great speed before striking from the rear. With his blade's longer reach, he could afford to have a bit more distance, giving him the chance to make adjustments if his target became one with the wind again.

The Serpent slithers. Now hunting for its next prey. It bites with sharp fangs


 
NPC POST - "BANDY"
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, Upper Central District — 2nd Floor, hallways
PARTICIPANTS:
Boltius, Ashley, Gideon, Tatsuya, Inigo, Eric, (NPCs)
TACTICAL MAYHEM
So it seemed they both had a destination in mind, but Bandy wasn’t about to let Callista take the lead. They could go their separate ways for all he cared, and she could work her magic on someone else, paint them a pretty picture with her all-too-gorgeous tears like she’d done them cops.

Together, they emerged into the second-floor hallway, and Bandy faced away from the source of commotion, moving opposite of it until Callista blocked his way, at which point he stopped and raised a brow.

“What’re ya-”

“So, wanna go snoop? I know an interesting place. ~”

Bandy scoffed—“Nah- I gots plans.”—and pushed her out of his way, proceeding down the hall. “Gotta Captain’s desk I wanna take a looks at, so you do you, Miss Rosy Cheeks.”

With a wave, he raised his voice so that Callista could hear him, facing straight, “If we both make it outta heres, we can talk more ‘bout my virginity that yer so interested in, hm?”
BANDY/POST NOTES
— —Bandy's Potential: Swap: he can swap places with another person at the snap of a finger so long as they're within sight.

(Interacting w/ Callista)
(Mentioned no one)
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Elias Yumin
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]
LOCATION:
Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central(Beneath Dragon Statue)
PARTICIPANTS:
Wren, Elias, Kenji, Passeri, Isobel, Ezra
Where Giants Sleep

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three bullets fired from Elias’s gun before he was forced to move lest he be tackled, or diced, by the blades the masked government official presented. At the last second, Elias pivoted to the side, his free hand reaching out to snag the Bishop’s mask, ripping it from the man’s face and exposing skin before stepping back to gain distance from the scythes.

Bang! Bang!

Each step back was punctuated with a bullet meant to distract rather than maim, but if they managed to hit his opponent all the better.

Acquired skills. Memorized movements. Normal people took time and effort to learn the passable skills that belonged to others, but Elias’s potential made that quick and easy. Too easy. Hence one of the reasons life had become a little boring for the young heir of Yumin entertainment who’d paid his way into the Albino Tiger gang for the sheer thrill of it. He was a cheat. He had no reason not to be a cheat.

His current gunmanship was the acquired memories of one Zachariah Locke.

“Anamnesis,” Elias corrected with a genial smile, despite lifting up Bishop’s mask in a taunting manner. That was how he’d chosen to introduce himself to Araminta Grant, after all, despite knowing what she already knew. “When I am doing stuff like this, I like to be called Elijah Anamnesis, unless you have a preference for using our true names, Miss Grant. Mr. Minister.”

Bang! Bang!

“Would you like to make a deal with Elias Yumin? There’s no need to kill me and I don’t have to be an enemy if you don’t want me to be.”
Finding his way behind a pillar on the balcony, mostly to give himself space to talk, Elias took the chance to briefly glance at the battle below. The other Tigers seemed to be doing well enough, minus Park who’d just been shot a couple of times. While he could jump down to join them there was little reason to do so at this point. His eyes refocused on his current fight.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang! A couple of the ‘missed’ shots flew in the direction where he remembered gunshots (that weren’t his) sounded before the idol shielded herself. As the only Tiger on the balcony, he also had the unfortunate task of sweeping the balcony. At the very least, it'd give Passeri space to 'talk' with the priestess. Fights ended quicker when the leader was taken down.

“Tell me, is there anything either of you desire? Besides my death or the death of innocent NPs, I mean.”



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CHARLIE HUGHES
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Lucky Rabbit Casino, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Alicia, Charles, Dante, Hector, Hide, Yukito, Raquel, Zachariah
WHOLE WORLD BLIND
Hearing Hector's teasing tone by remarking the word said by the waitress, Charlie responded simply by raising his eyebrow, almost to a similar degree to how that one buff actor is known to do. It didn't come from any place of true annoyance though, as if anything, he was simply glad to know that the Queen's more lighthearted side wasn't completely consumed by his lust for revenge. He took a very small sip of his own drink, it wasn't too strong judging solely by the taste, but nevertheless the rookie wanted to be very conservative with his drinking, he was a notorious lightweight after all.

The two of them listened to Hawk give a rundown of the current situation, as well as a number of possible options on how to approach the matter (While he waited for Hector's choice, he was keep on the idea of the blackout. Perhaps if they were able to quickly snatch the girl away, the Queen would perhaps forget about his desire for a true rampage) . As this happened, an odd, colorful boy who was previously on the other end of the counter approached the two of them, awfully eager to talk with them, at first, Charlie was slightly weirded out by his sudden approach, this wasn't time for random idle chatter, but then, Zach's words:

"You can make use of the Cutie next to you to get closer to the target as well. They are a Tiger she seems to trust, after all~”

Perhaps that could be a good idea.

"Y-Yeah! W-We've been really interested in this place for a while!"

He looked at Hector for a second, trying to come up with a fake response.

"He's uhh...My cousin! He's a big fan of casinos, we've b-been planning coming for months! I'm C...Casey! And his name is...Mector... who are you?"

He knew he was going to have to apologize later.

"We uh...Also heard about this girl, everyone's talking about her! Do you know anything about it?"



 
Guinevere Blank
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
"🕈︎̴̨̮͔͎͚͚͈̲͚̍̽̈̍̂̔̈́̈́̆̌̓̽͠♋︎̷̨͓̰͕̬̼͔̺͔͊̎͗́͊̎̑̇̓́̃͒̕̚̚͝⧫︎̸̨̹̘͎̪͚̭͙̠̬͖̤̦̦̗͇̦͐̇̐̎́͘͝♍︎̷̨̢̢̛͕̱̬̦̝͖͕̲͉̂̄̐̏̄̾̈͒͂́̉̈́̓♒︎̵̡̛̠͍̙̻̇̈́̃̋̀͋̋͗̂̿̚̕͠ ̴̘͔̙̈̓□︎̷̛̛̮̞͔̞̀̌͑̽̿̊̈͋̚͠◆︎̷͍̽̈́⧫︎̵̨͔̜̮̿̾̆͒"

Fascinating. Guinevere's eyes sparkled like that of a child in a candy shop's. Reflected in her eyes, Rolands now limp corpse danced in one side, and his spectral self in the other. She hardly felt Charmy's hand on her neck, and whatever obscured threat she was making was lost to her entirely.

"✌︎̴̡̖̜̟͉̩̘̺̝̪͇̐͐͊͒̑̽̔̌͊̀̄̈́̚͜͝❒︎̸̨̥̠͂♏︎̶̨̞̝̳̗̺̠̹͇͍̞̣̃̔ͅ ̵̢̛̪̞̙͚̥̬̟̑̑̿͒̎͛̔́̓̈͜⍓︎̶̢̭̺͇͔̭̻̜̖̙̹̠͕͈̊̎͜͝□︎̸͇͇̩̪̼̫̆̔̾͐̂͌́◆︎̶̢͉͎̈͂̊͗̽́̋͠ ̷̧̻̦̱͎̞̟͙̮̾̍̍̽̄͆͐͂͜♋︎̵̡̩̙̣̯̄̇̈̾͗̋̉̚͜͠ͅ■︎̸͕͖̜̞̺͔̹͈̍͜͝ͅ ̶͉̇͊̉̈́͆͊̏̍̃͒̀͂̚̚♓︎̶̧̧̹̬̝̗͚͈͙͇͖̏̓̃̇̍̽͒̅͑♎︎̵̘̜͚̖͚̣̪̱͕̌̐́̇̌͋̈́͆̈͂͋̽͘♓︎̸̡̣͎͉̣͒̐͐̃͑́̀͂̀̿̿͌̓̚̚̚□︎̶̛͕̗̹͚̣̂̓́̓̓͑̾̍̅͘⧫︎̵͈̾͋̊̔͑̾̅͋̏̍̾́͂͘͝✍︎̷̡̢̢̢͙̙̟̹̜͉̼̦͖̤̲́̐̚ ̴̧̲̯͍͙̯̞̼̞̱̯̪͈̳̱̼̉̀̀́́͌͜❄︎̸̺͕̠͎̻̹̘͚̜̟̣́̔̈́̂̅͆͆̀̇̾̀̉̿͘͝͠ͅ♒︎̸̢̡̨̛̱̲̪̳͈̫̦̹͖͈͙̰͂̔̇̂̒̒͊̆̑̇͐̉̕♏︎̵̣̼̖͙̩̺̘̤̘̘̻̭͍͚̆͐͐̈́͆̒́̔̔̒̄͠͠⍓︎̶̢͉̥̱̭̲͎̹͙̭̫̦͍̦̥̅̈́🕯︎̴̨̧͍̳͖̦̥̠͚̰̪̦̦̿̾̀͊̽̆̅̃͒́͆̇̚❒︎̴̢̺͔̟͕̭̺̄̾̎͂̅͛̇͐̈́̒̾♏︎̷̙̦̹̙͑͋̈͊͛́͆̓͒͛̽͋͗̕͘͝ ̸̬̗̘͓͙͍̟̦͙̮̫̋͋̕͜♏︎̸̫̭̮͖̑͂͑̈́̅͋̍̐̒͗̒͝❖︎̵̧̗̲̘̤̪̲̂͒̏̌͂͝͝♏︎̶̘̘͖̳̞͍̬̟͍̟̾̾̕̕❒︎̸̜͓̍⍓︎̷͙̣̞̫̻̬͚͚͕͖͉̯̂̐̉͘͜͝͝⬥︎̵̢̨͎̥̤̤͉̥̩̩̞̥̱͖͖̰͙̅̀̽͋̊̈́̕͠͠♒︎̷̰͇̜͖̇̚ͅ♏︎̵̧̳̲͙̯̎❒︎̶̡̨̨̧͇̺̱̪̞̤̫̠̰͍̔̔͋̊̊̎̓͊̽̂̓̔̏͐̚♏︎̴̢̢̣͖̱̝̜̥͚̦͎͍̼̮̭̗̑̄̐̾̄̒͝✏︎̸̨̤̭̣̠̱̻͋́͂̽̀̚"

"Feeling better, are we?" Guinevere's eyes smiled at Roland's spectral form. She wanted to say more, to pry deeper into his psyche. He lived now in that which came after hereafter, what sort of perspectives might that offer? Her tongue wriggled in her mouth, urging her to spit out every niggling query that nibbled at the edge of her mind, but she bit it back. Her head went over her shoulder, and softly at the woman who might've been ready to end her life.

"☝︎̷̬̮̹͔̱̜̘̠̺͌̅̄͛͑̆̆̔͘̕͝͝ͅͅͅ♏︎̸̥͕̙̹̙̭̗͈̺̙̟̆̆ͅ⧫︎̴̛̲̒̀͌̑̃ ̵̻̙̹͈̬̘̖͖̞̭̑̿͆́͌̀̽̚͝ͅ⍓︎̷̬̬̤̜̺̯̦̰͓̈́̓͋̈́͗̈́̋̍͑̄̉̑̃̕̕͝͝□︎̶͓͈͇̖̙̮̩̬̣̳̤̝̱͙̟̀̒́͆̂͊̀͒̆͗͆̂͜͜͠͝◆︎̸̢̿̂❒︎̴̛̦͓̜̰̲͓̮̌̽͛͒͑̇̐̈̄̈͑͝ ̴͍͆̔̀̈́̽͋̓̇̎̈́̆̔̉͘̕͠♒︎̶̡̛̪̤͍̩͆♏︎̴̧̢̡̮̖̝̟̮͎̞̇̎̑̉̿̓̆ͅ♋︎̸̧̛͎̮͔̦̣̼̙͙͖͓̰̰̄̾́͆̃̑͒͘͝ͅ♎︎̸̘̻̙̖̄̐̒̽ ̸̧͙͓͕͈̅̆́͆̅̇̅̕͝□︎̵̨̜͈̞̪̟͉͇̞̯͝◆︎̶̧̧̖͈̗̩̤̩̞̫̪̤͒͜⧫︎̶͍̜̼̬̫̣̼͉̰̪̰́̿̍̓̃͛́͆͑̽̌̀̉͛̍ ̶̢̪͇͙̪̳̘̦̰͚͙̞̦͓̟̱̂̅̈́̒͂͘̚͜͠□︎̷̨̢̛̭̦̙̯͇̜̘̱͚̪̬̂̃̐̃̏͑͒͂͐͝♐︎̷̛̯̮͙͙̖̃̎ ̵̢̞̼̱̙̰̝͍̐̒̓̈́̇͗̒́̈̀͜͜͝⧫︎̴̛͙̳̣̣͍̇̓̓̒̐͊̓̔͆͜♒︎̴̡̩̜̮͎͙̳̩͇̲̹̆̊́̍̏͐̃͋̐̽̓̕͝͝♏︎̷̡̟̹̹̖̺̻͇̫̯͙̦͇͈̔̃̂ ̴̡̨̳̻̖̙͙͙̹̙͙̪͙͗̃̂̿̊̿̐́̀̈̓̌̽̕♍︎̴̢͓̰̼̮̭͇͔̜̯̭͒͛͛̒̏͒͘̚●︎̵̢͇̼̻͇̦͙͙́̌̈́͜͜͠□︎̸̢̡̝͉͇͚̬͎͎͖̪̠̲̭̭̄̆͌́̉̓̈́̐̀́́̐́◆︎̷̨̟̮̖̣̣̯̘̰̮̝͔̀́̈́̍̚♎︎̵̯͗̓̎̈́̓̄̾́̒̓̋̈́̕̕͠͝͝⬧︎̸̢̗͓͕͔̪͉͍̥̭̤͖̯̬̩͆̒͆̂͛͌̈́͛✏︎̴̞͕̭̘͖̗̤͗͐͐́͌͋́̓́̄͠"

"Just looking to help, see?" That was true, mostly. She'd acted as much to state her curiosity as she had to relieve the dead King's ailments, but-

"⚐︎̶̟̯̟̲̜͇̽♓︎̸̹͕̹̠̗͖̬̔̕✏︎̷͚̺̦̃̇̀̒̒̾͂̾̎̑̋̀̆̆̇ ̴̞̘͈͍̣̜͉̗̼̝͖͎̙̼̈̆̍̏̓̐̂̂̂͋͒͐̏́☹︎̸̧̨̺͈̻̟̺̗̬̀͑̉̈̚♓︎̴̯̱͉̖̙̒̾͐͋͂̌́̒̃̊̒́̊̂⬧︎̶̨̧̧̨̼͖͉̰̰̘͎͖̟̜̪̿̋̎͌̇͊̐̈̀̐̂̋͘͘͝⧫︎̵̙̪̔♏︎̴̨̧͉̠̰̳̗̺̙̰̞̯̻͙̣̊̄̅̄͛̽̄̈́ͅ■︎̸̧̥̞̰͉̞͍͓̗̬͈̹̼͕͆̒̈́̓̏̍̉̆̎͝͠ͅ✏︎̴̪̤̀̋̚͠͝!!"

But, she figured-

"✋︎̶̦͛ ̵̖́⬧︎̵̭̾♋︎̸͙͆♓︎̵͖̇♎︎̶͔̏ ̸͍͒●︎̵̫̕♓︎̶̼̅⬧︎̴͓͝⧫︎̵̜̕♏︎̸̼̃■︎̵͔̀✏︎̸͓̇ ̸̪͝✋︎̷̖̓♐︎̴͚͊ ̸̼̈́⍓︎̵͓̈́□︎̵̝͋◆︎̷̙̇ ̵̬͑🙰̵̳́◆︎̸̝̒⬧︎̶̲̚⧫︎̵͓͌ ̸͈̆⬥︎̵͓͝♋︎̴̻̈■︎̶̺̇■︎̴̛̘♋︎̷̲̃ ̷͖̀◻︎̷͓̏●︎̸̫̚♋︎̸̡͠⍓︎̵͈͂ ̵̺̿📄︎̴͈͠📁︎̴̼͋ ̸̮̔❑︎̷̰̀◆︎̵͎̈́♏︎̷̧͊⬧︎̵̞̓⧫︎̷̪̑♓︎̵͔͊□︎̵̞̅■︎̷̼̑⬧︎̸͖͝📪︎̴̣͝ ̷̞̂⧫︎̷͕̑♒︎̷̺̃♏︎̶̩̈■︎̸̹̎ ̸̤̓♎︎̴̢͐□︎̵̭͝ ̶̟͋♓︎̷̬͝⧫︎̵̺̚ ̷̻̌●︎̶̛̟♋︎̸̣͛⧫︎̸̛̘♏︎̶͕̍❒︎̴͙̑✏︎̷̱̔"

She figured-

"☟̵̧̤̽͗̒̈́̿̈͛̅̚︎̷͍̪͛͂☜̷̧̨̱̬̲͚̰͈̜͔̯͓͓̻̲͉̾̈́̐̒͊̔︎̵͓̲͕̣͎̤͓̭͎͈͍́̓̾͂͋̀́͊͘ͅ✡̴̡̛͉͉̯͚̟̇̈́̀̈̏͑︎̴̛̛̩͐͌̋̿̓̒̒̀͗͘̕ ̸̠͔̬̞̗̭̥͇̬̖̀͛̓̀̿̽̀̑͗͑͂̚☟̵̨̢̛͚̖͉̲͔̫̘͈̻̻̎̓̇̏̀̌͑̾̋͒̕̚͘̕͠︎̷̧̻̠̜̜͎̌͊̓̑̐̒͒̉͋͊̏̀̔̍͠͝͠☜̵̨̨̧̗͓̫̭̭̱͎͕̹̙̟̓̾̇̃̇͛̃̇̊̃̅̓̏͝ͅ︎̷̳͈̘̼̭̲̙͈͎̻̼̝͈͍͂́̓̐́͗͝✡̵̧̡̤̗̳̻̞͔̞̼̰̯̀̏͊̇̄̂̔͊︎̸̛̛̯͕̦̟͈͇̞̰͎̓̑͋̀̄̊̊̚̕͘͜͝ ̷̨̧̗̞̻͙̬̞̪̮̠̳̘̠̗̪̈͊͌̌☟̵͉̓͊͜︎̵̡̳͈̫͖͔̤̦̗̯̱̣͈̤̩̼̇̾͑͑̽̍̍͆͘☜̷̢̠̟͔̣̫̟̫̠͇̦̠̒̾̓͂͒̒̓̈́́͛͝︎̷̳͈̮̗̦͂̂̊̒̀̓̒̌͒̐͒͂̀͑̒̚͠✡̶̡̖͖̤͑͊͒̿͗͐̚︎̴̪͕̙̗͔̥̩̙͙̻̈̉͂̓̀̀̽͗̔̆͝͠ ̷̧̡̡̻̤̲̫͖̱̗̫̗́̋̓̕☟̸͎͓͐̂̔͠︎̷̹̦̭̫̰̱͚͙̹̹̗͙̯̗̘͌̋͛̄͌̀̒̆̽͜͜͠☜̵̢̩̯̲̰̫͎̹̹̖͍̮͕̬͗︎̵̮͒̏̈́͒̐̀́̃̽̌̚̕͘͝✡̴̢̨̝̩̣̲͔͈̠̮̔̈́̊̌͌̽̉̈̇̐̈́͜ͅ︎̶͙͎͇̻͌̿̒͌̋̇✏̴̡̢̣̩̦̞̹̲̮̹̝̹̥͙̐͋̓̆͗̾̈̎͗̂̐̋͜͝͠︎̶̢̡̼̜̭̘͔͔͉̺̐̂̓͐̀͊́̈́̓͌̚ͅ!!!!"

"Oh, fine." She sighed, her fascination washed away by the tides of resignation. She wasn't so enamoured by her fancies that she didn't see His point, at the very least, but a situation like this was really quite beyond her.

"But I'm going to leave it to you, okay?" Guinevere said, and then stepped away from the spectral king. She took a deep breath, and then her eyes started to glaze. Her usual sparkle of whimsy was buried, fogged over of a distant, milky white.

"Do your best, okay? I'm cou■︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎ □̶̢̻̱̟̮̞̦̑̒͋̂͂̈͘̚͝ͅ︎̸̛̲͎̳̽͆͐̐̉̒̓■̴̡͓͙̭͕̯̬̼̞͉̻̺̼̗͙̹̏̿͋͛͜︎̶̱͈͉̰̹̟͖̂̌̅ ̶̢̢̓͑⍓̷̨͈͖̮̼̞͇̭̬̝̭̫̖̘̇̃̉̉̊̽̈͐̚̚̚͜︎̶̢̛̗̹̦̮͙̣̪̭̫͕̇́̌̏̓̈́̑̀͌͜͝ͅ□̵̢̧̢̛̺̰̪̳̩̪͒̿̒͑̆̈́͊̌̓̂̑́̇̒̒̊︎̸̛͍͉͇̝͕̣̘̮̯̬̃̋̃̏̿̽̇͋̅͘͠◆̸̨̲̗̖̣̺͙̄̈̔̂̍̓́̓͜͝ͅ︎̷̹̗̪̂̉͛̒̏͊̽͐̔̆͐̎~ 💧♏︎❒︎♓︎□︎◆︎⬧︎●︎⍓︎📬︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎🕯︎❒︎♏♋︎l̷̥͋̀̇̑̏̈́͗̌̔̐́͌͗̓w̵̨̦̩͍̪̼͙̯̤͓̻͓̣͆͐͐̅̒̈̑̿̆͋̌̕̕a̴̡̧͍̭͙̦̩̞͎̬̅̓̈́͑̑͌̌̏̒͋͝͝͠ỵ̸̛̤̠̤̹̗̭͙͈̼͗̽͑̄͒̈́̑s̵̡̧͉̮̟̯͚͎͚̣͉͊̉̈́͠ͅ ̵̡̗̜̖͍̤̗̰̄͆̑͑̎̕̚s̸̲̼̦͙̅͒̌̃̈́̋͗̽̀͆̈́̕͘͘͝u̴͖̹̰̔̃̆͛̋̈́͗̋̿̈́͘c̷̞̘͋̐̽̈͐̇h a handful." She spoke again, her ebbing from one sentence into another. A sharpness returned to her eyes, but none of her usual laissez sense of whimsy came with it. Instead, within those sockets dwelled a bleak, pointed seriousness, and a weariness that would've been completely unbecoming of the woman who had inhabited the body before.

"Could you take your hands off, miss?" 'She' said, her voice now possessed with a rough impatience that called for nothing less than compliance. "I'm never gonna hear the end of it if I let her get roughed up too much. Let's focus on the task at hand, yeah?" There, too, was now a dismissiveness that tinged her words. The woman before had been flush with desire, with purpose, she'd come here for a reason. The person there now had no such thing, the sooner this was done with, the better.

"Milord-King, if you could watch our backs, that'd be appreciated." They said, and pulled away from Charmy's grasp. The woman seemed a practical one, at the very least. Her King was fine, if that much wasn't enough to still her blade, then they'd but too much faith in her sense of propriety. "Let's see if Big Sis's Potential does to them what it did to you. Might save us some trouble."

 
DARIUS KENNEDY
SCENE:
Filth In The Gutter
LOCATION:
Lab Icarus, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius, Mimi, Orion, Rutheless, Sang-Cheol, Ten, Yuna, Yuto
Ruriko, Schroeder, Silva
WHAT IS LEFT IN THE GUTTER?

[Collaboration with Misuteeku]
Ten was waiting. Ten was waiting. Ten was waiting.

Darius dragged his body up another flight of stairs. He didn’t know how long he had been climbing. He didn’t know what floor he was on. He didn’t even know he was alive. All he knew was that he had a loving partner waiting for him. Between laboured breaths and the shaking from the cold chill that had descended upon him, it was all that kept him going. His head spun, crawling with delirium.

Finally, he flopped onto a flat surface. He had reached another floor. All he could smell was blood, the blood that crept from his nose and through the soft hair on his head, the blood that had stuck to his clothes. He looked down and doubled over in new pain as he weakly choked up bile. That was the least of his problems. He dragged his body a bit further before he slumped down against the ground. Did he have time to rest?

Ten? Are you there?

Lights flickered from a nearby room. Aristotle and Timothy were peering through the many monitors that captured every angle of Lab Icarus. Timothy was saying some sort of gibberish into the microphone while Aristotle remained still. Neither of the two noticed any commotion from any room due their focus being on the fight on the first floor.

Though if Darius wanted to get out, he would have need to cross the room that Timothy and Aristotle were in.

The reason being that Darius had climbed up into one of the closets on the fourth floor. Why there was a staircase that led up to a closet? Nobody knew why.

Ten… Help.

The seemingly distant voice roused little response from Darius as he lay in the dark space until his mind caught up with his ears, and his eyes looked up. It was them, wasn’t it? Here to save him. His legs pushed his body forward, hitting a wall — no, a door — that moved under the pressure. As the burst of energy carried his momentum forward, it all came crashing down as he tumbled onto new flooring.

Oh.

Flinching from the flickering lights overhead, he looked up at Aristotle and Timothy.

Aristotle turned around. His dull eyes lingered at Darius. Timothy seemed to budge as he was seemingly more preoccupied with the monitors.

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” He yelled out. The composer’s voice bellowed throughout the room. The room began to shift and turn as if responding to a conductor’s baton.

A spike jutted out and then another spike. Then a trail of spikes began manifesting and headed straight for Darius.

He had little response. Even if his mind was alert, his body was too broken and beaten to provide much defence. Petrified, he could only stare as the spikes pierced his body. With the taste of fresh blood in his mouth, Darius lay there, what was left of his conscious mind was too stunned for any words, but he was still thinking about Ten despite it all.

One, two, four, eight, thirteen, twenty-nine.



He remembered when they first met. The mysterious masked dj, and the simple, ordinary face in the crowd. It seemed like yesterday, and yet they'd done so much together since. They looked after him on his darkest days. He kept them on the safest paths he could find. They fought together, they loved together, they had a home together, and a future, and yet...

He remembered that day last year, when he, beaten and bruised, had confessed his love to Ten. Trouble seemed to follow them at every turn, but it always came after him too. And in the end, was it really all that bad if he got to share so much time with their love? He couldn't wait for work to be over so he and Ten could go home and enjoy another day together.

But for now, he could finally relax. He didn't have to run anymore. He didn't have to fear anymore. It was peaceful, really.

Darius's eyes shut.

He hoped his parents weren't too upset with him.




More and more spikes emerged and impaled Darius. Each and every one of them yielding more blood than the next. By the time it ended, Darius was suspended above the ground and hanging from the numerous spikes that pierced him.

Soon they shuttered back into the ground and his corpse made a splat as he landed on the ground.

Aristotle turned back around and a few workers came out to collect the body.

Another life lost in the gutter.
 


Kasumi Katsura - Azure Dragons - Veteran [CS LINK]
Scene - Dragons Arc 3- Scene 1: Securing the Future
Location - East District, Tech Expo Security room
Mentions/Interactions - Sophia (@azenmannumber2), Jesper ( AriAriAbabwa AriAriAbabwa ), Amari (@angel doe)


The personnel in the security room paid no mind to Kasumi leaving, much to her relief. After she exited the room, she quickly made her way back to where the original body was found, per Jesper's message. It was odd to her that the culprit was found this quickly. Perhaps the others had better luck questioning the attendees earlier.

Kasumi quietly slipped into the room, joining the others. The body was thankfully taken out, and the scene was mostly cleaned up. Her eyes met Jesper's as she gave him a small smile. They then shifted to Roy and the new woman who entered the room. She quietly listened as Jane explained how they came to discover who the killer was.

When Jane mentioned that she went to the security room, Kasumi's eyes narrowed slightly. Could she be the one who deleted the footage from earlier? As the woman continued to explain, Kasumi mentally replayed what she saw on the computer earlier. It was true, Kasumi also saw Ariadne walk eastward on the cameras. But after disappearing into the Cybersecurity/Blockchain booth, that's when the feed cut out.

Something wasn't adding up.

As Jane continued to speak, Kasumi quickly tapped into her Potential. Looking down at her phone, she quickly connected to the Albrecht Industries database utilizing Jesper's own credentials, something she's done plenty of times before. A quick search for "Jane Sherman" yielded no results. Either Jane was a personal friend of Mrs. Albrecht... or they were lying about their identity. The search itself took only a split second. Kasumi quickly pocketed her phone afterwards.

When Jesper opened the floor to the rest of the Dragons present, Kasumi spoke up immediately, addressing Jane directly.

"I was in the security room earlier. I don't recall seeing you enter at any point. You name also doesn't come up within the employee database for Albrecht Industries."

Kasumi then addressed everyone else in the room.

"A section of the security footage was deleted. Between 12:50 and 12:59. That was after our suspect entered the Blockchain and Cybersecurity booth. Which, is a high-value area should someone want to target the company."

The veteran Dragon eyed Jane cautiously, to see what sort of alibi they could come up with. But her bigger concern was if the rest of her gang members would believe her.




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MILO NAGISA
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Jackson
THE HOTEL BETWIX
Milo toppled before he had a chance to register what had happened, though one detail stuck out to him, the only thing he'd been able to track since he'd sat down on the stool that had now abandoned him: the key. Even as his bum hit the floor, even after he had rather unceremoniously scooped himself back up from the heap he'd landed in and rubbed the soreness from his backside, Milo clocked the pocket that the strange woman had deposited the key—and if she was to be believed, his ticket out of this game—in.

Was he really about to do this?

"It's fine," he said through gritted teeth, more out of habit than any sentiment that any of this was anywhere in the vicinity of fine, merely exchanging one courtesy for another until they were square.

Milo watched her movements, clocking her as someone with some training... Definitely not just some E-List actor schlumming it out here. Weird... Still, he didn't care if she was the martial arts champion of New Oasis. He may not have looked it, but Milo grew up in the South, and a kid like him doesn't grow up in a place like that without learning how to throw a punch.

The impetus he needed was already coursing through his fists by the time she'd reminded him of Boltius; he left her just enough time to, maybe, wish she hadn't. To possibly regret asking for this. But you did ask for it, Milo reminded himself as he felt the woman's face cave under the weight of his fist. He'd barely given her enough time to finish her spiel before he'd sprung at her like a savage beast, his entire body coiled tight like a spring.

Despite the wishes of his parents, Milo had no formal training, but thanks to Boltius, he'd had plenty of opportunities to develop the kind of grit that only came from a seasoned veteran of knock-down, drag-out South City street fights. He hated to have to remember them. He hated even more that the skills he'd collected in that other life of his were coming back to haunt him now.

He didn't stick around to see whether he'd done any lasting damage, or whether or not she'd be okay—he hoped she would be. Instead, he picked her pocket for the key and dashed towards the door she'd marked for him. He slammed the key into the hole and shoved on through, never once looking back.

It was nothing personal...


 
Kisara
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]
LOCATION:
Mysterious Black Site, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Damian, August, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko
THICKER THAN WATER

At the mention of Raphael's name, Kisara spun on heels, staggered, and then pounced upon the newcomer, her fingers wrapping around his collar, and pulling him towards her bared fangs. The rivulets of blood running from the sides of her mouth sparked with volatile energy.

"Where is he?!" She shook the newcomer roughly, uncaring of how much strength she put into the act. "No more games. Tell me, NOW!" Her scaled arm hummed with dangerous power, and through the snarl and her gritted teeth, the glow of yet another vaporising beam emanated from her throat. The threat remained unspoken, but it was entirely clear what she was willing to do, if he didn't cough up what he knew there and then.

She was not in the mood for games or coy behaviours from this one. Her light was fading fast, and every waking moment now until she found Raphael threatened her very existence.



 
Callista Reinhart
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
2nd Floor, CDPD-HQ, Upper Central
PARTICIPANTS:
Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya
Tactical Mayhem
Callista's smile faltered as Bandy pushed her out of the way, her cheery countenance overtaken by a sad frown. However, at the mention of a certain Captain's desk, her eyes lit up in an instant. "That's where I'm headed, too!" she exclaimed with child-like excitement, but he only walked away and dismissed her coldly.

When Bandy made no signs of stopping, the damsel followed along quietly, staring at his back with a childish pout. Aside from the sound of distant battles, it was too quiet between them for her liking, so she finally swallowed her pride and spoke first. "You're not really going to leave me all alone to fend for myself, are you?" asked Callista, her voice coming out a lot softer than intended, perhaps even with a tinge of fear. Her words hung stupidly in the air, answered only by his silence and the click-clacking of her heels.

There was no force in the world that could make her admit it, but her voice had betrayed her in that one simple question. Underneath all that tough exterior was just a young girl who was frightened of being alone. It was all she'd ever known.


The blonde girl continued to trail along behind him like a chick to its mother hen, but a sudden wave of dizziness caused her to halt in her steps. Callista's vision dimmed, and the world began to spin. She had to take a moment to steady herself on the nearest wall.

'Already?' Callista was almost at her limit. She might have pushed herself too far, and admittedly, she was way out of practice. The last four years had been spent in the confines of her mansion, with no real need to use her potential aside from the occasional eavesdropping she did on her servants.

Callista called in her butterflies, leaving only the ones outside of the building and the few that were stationed in the break room. One by one, the butterflies inside the building vanished like bubbles in the air.

Now she had no way of knowing if the cops were coming, but the dizzy spell had let up enough for her to be able to continue. She trudged forward, not wanting to get left behind.


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Callista released a deep sigh as she finally caught up to Bandy. "Are you still upset with me? I've never had a man give me the cold shoulder before, so I'm not sure what to do..." She bounded forward and finally closed the distance between them, tugging at Bandy's shirt. "I don't like it... S-So... forgive me right now or I will blow up all the files in the captain's office!"

 
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SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]
LOCATION:
Ice Cream Parlor, Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri, Markus
HUNKS IN THE CITY
Sometimes, it was nice to have a showy power. Tri let out an 'ohh' as snowflakes flew from Markus and people dispersed as a result. He looked like an anime character doing that. It was really cool. So cool, in fact, that Tri pretended not to overhear the Tiger's whisper so they could be together longer.

Nice job. He threw the invincible Tiger a discreet thumbs up. Now he just needed to come up with semi-interesting important thing to keep them on the hook.

"Right. For better introduction, this is Markus Weiss, King of Tiger." He nodded again at Markus. "And we can see a Flying Tiger here. Kings secret."

King secret that they just told non-Kings, but Tri wasn't a normal King to begin with. According to 8 Ways to Make (And Keep) Friends Opening up is important. Be vulnerable, Way 3 said. If being a little vulnerable was good, being more should be better.

Hm.
Tri started leading the way, aimless and going to nowhere with a topic now in mind. "Well. Since we don't talk feelings, let's talk about something serious. Top secret stuff, stuff only higher ups usually talk about."

Yes. Only something like that would kill two birds with one stone. Something that would interest Markus but also further his friendship project. Tri glanced back with a gloatful smirk. "So. In Serpent. Me and Caio are sleeping together."

The juiciest gossip in the North!

"It all began after I knocked him out during a cafe robbery where I took revenge on an old lady that once beat me up when I tried to rob a bank. He fell for my mature masculine charm and magnetic personality. The sky trembles when we met and he blushes like a maiden in love as I stand heroically against the silver moonlight on a dim room that stand witness to our love. Yes, that night when I was just becoming the Ace."

"I smoke a cigarette to calm my mind against the beautiful moon on the balcony, alone with my thoughts." Drugs didn't affect Tri. The moon also wasn't full that night.
"Cold breeze hits my cold face, it runs against my perfectly sculpted abs as I look down on everything that suddenly becomes connected to me." Tri sat near the door. He was shivering from cold and really would like to put on a shirt.
"Then, he comes from behind me. A serpent just as cold, a perfect predator." Caio was pissed because he left the door open. He really wanted to go back to sleep.
"And so we met, under the perfect moon, and discussed the future of Serpent together." Really they just talked about Tri's dead wife. Also about what to have for breakfast.
"That night was a fateful night that changed everything." Literally nothing happened that night.
"Oh also sex is good. It's like-" Anyway just consider the group traumatized.

A five minutes that felt like an eternity passed. Tri, who was gladly sharing his juicy gossip, was interrupted not by the sudden silence, but by the sounds of crashes in the distance. Chaos. Tri stood still and watched a car crashing into a lamp post. More similar scenes were probably happening deeper into the city.

Hm.

"So. I'm just wondering." Tri turned to Celeste, Jozef, and Nikolai. "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go ape shit?"

He was fine before, but people were causing chaos here. Actual fun chaos, and he felt that it was unfair he could only hear about it and not join in. He wanted to join in.

"Come on... that looks fun." Tri was half-whining. "How about we just join in? Break some glass, steal some game consoles and merchs," he winked at Jozef. "put some people to sleep," Tri took out marble-sized objects from his pocket. "cause a mass violence and hysteria among idiots," he looked meaningfully at Nikolai. "and make a wide-area memory loss that can be a phenomena that takes the interest of the medical community at large! " Tri double winked (blinked) at Celeste.

"Let's just do this last day fun vacation Serpent style and not normal style. Markus-chan wanna join?" And lastly, he offered a hand at Markus and grinned. A grin that was a little too wide to be natural; Tri hadn't gotten grinning right.

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MECTOR SOSES
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Lucky Rabbit Casino - 1st Floor, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
On the floor: Alice, Charlie, Dante, Hector, Nico
Elsewhere: Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah
WHOLE WORLD BLIND

Hector mulled over Zach’s words, swirling the drink around in his hand. It seemed they had plenty of options, and the resources to pull off anything they tried. Before Hector could offer any feedback, however, his thoughts were interrupted by the pink-haired man that had joined the bar. His immediate instinct was to escalate the situation, maybe ask if he wanted to know how it felt to lose an eye, or just punch his lights out, but he controlled himself, turning to face the man with a thin smile.

They’re friends with the target? This little shit?

Charlie took the lead while Hector examined the man, though he couldn’t hide the face of disbelief upon hearing his rookie’s cover story. A big fan of casinos, really? Mector??? Maybe he should just stick to being strong.

“Yup, my cousin may not be the brightest bulb, but she was kind enough to take me here. And let me tell you I am not disappointed.” He patted his pockets enough for the ruffling of bills to be heard. Bills he had been saving just for this occasion.

“I got plenty of money to spare, so we’re gonna be here all day.”

If Charlie couldn’t get anything with normal words, Hector knew another language these West district snobs spoke — money.
 
RYUTARO HASHIMOTO
CS Link
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
THE HEIST

Samira was busy pillaging through another safety deposit box, taking more valuables and gemstones from inside to fill up her bag with, while Ryu observed everyone in silence as they went about pillaging the contents of the vault. The Queen had what he came for, and the Tigers got their loot. All as well. Everything was going fine, until everyone's earpieces chirped to life again: "Heads up, I've picked up a signals from the bank." Cal announced with concern, the clicking of a keyboard audible as he worked.

"Cops?" the Tiger Queen asked as he placed a finger to his earpiece.

"No, something else. It's encrypted so I can't tell, but whatever it is it's not good."

"We're leaving then." Ryu then said, motioning his head to the other Tigers. There was no need to speak on it twice, given the circumstances, as everyone followed suit back the way they came, following Ryu's lead. It wasn't far, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed something odd. Thin wisps emanating from the wall that correlated with an ethereal hiss, and what appeared to be a face coming from it. "Someone's here." Ryu then said, "Get to the garage, NOW."

Their collective pace quickened into almost a sprint as they rounded a corner and saw the door that led to the garage. They were almost there, but Samira turned her head about and saw a figure in a pale, white mask with jagged teeth giving a mocking wave towards her before seemingly losing its corporeal form and sinking into the ground below. She didn't have the time to speak on it as she turned her attention on getting out of this place first and foremost. One by one, the tigers rushed into the garage with Samira being last to enter and moved to slam the door shut.

"There's something in here!" the driver yelled aloud, looking about in terror as if trying to find the source.

"We know, get us out-" Ryu started to say until a knife whirred past his head by mere centimeters and connected into the driver's throat. Blood spurted from the wound as he clutched at it to try to stop the bleeding, collapsing to his feet and audibly choking on his own blood. Ryu spun about quickly and was met with the greetings of a figure in a smiling white mask brandishing another knife in a gleeful manner. A few of the tigers reacted quickly to fire rounds at the man, only to find them to pass through him harmlessly as he shifted between material and immaterial.


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

"How rude..." he said with a cheery tone, patting down his clothes as he returned to physical form. "I was only saying 'hi' to you all!"

"How rude indeed." another voice spoke, more baritone and gravely, with its origin unknown which caused the Tigers to look about in confusion as to where the other was at.

"But! How rude we are to not speak on ourselves as well... I'm Smile!" the cheerily masked man spoke, giving a mocking bow. "And my brother is Vile. It's not often we get to play around with others like us... corporate security is always so dreadfully boring."

"Indeed, ahah... I wonder how *this* one tastes?"

Out of seemingly nowhere, Jennifer felt an arm wrap around her with a dangerous knife pressed to her throat sharply. The cool metal dug into her skin, threatening to break it, as the other held her with menacing intent. He marched her around roughly near towards where his brother was, to the delight of Smile. Ryu couldn't act now, not yet anyway, as that could possibly mean an immediate fatality for them. Not to mention, he couldn't entirely discern what they full powers were which made them dangerous through unpredictability. Instead, Ryu watched intently for an opening while Samira shifted with her gun trained towards the Twins.

"Aha! Please, excuse me brother's impatience. He has his... *impulses*. Though, I guess we can speed up things from here."

"Speed up to what?" Samira asked through gritted teeth, anger laced in her voice.

"Well, your collective surrender, of course." Smiles replied with a scoff. "We're not about to just *let* you walk out of here after robbing the good bank, now would we?"


Sylvie ( WhiskeyMarten WhiskeyMarten ), Camila ( Roda the Red Roda the Red ), Jennifer (@Uasal ), Maria ( Shoya Shoya )
 
JOZEF DAALMAN
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks In The City]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Celestine, Jozef, Markus, Nikolai, Tri
HUNKS IN THE CITY

“Oh, hiya Markus.” Jozef continued to smile at the now unmasked man. Knowing he was another gang leader didn’t really change much. Again, he wasn’t into gang politics. He was more focused on being in the general loop of the situation, though it wasn’t like he understood this flying tiger any better than the first time it got mentioned, could still just be a mass hallucination. He guessed he should just be grateful to be privy to what seemed to be such important knowledge in the first place, knowledge that even the Jack seemed to be unaware of. As the group began to walk, he stayed close to Celeste.

His expression indicated vacant thoughts, but he was hanging onto every word that came out of Tri’s mouth, waiting for the part where things clicked. Or, maybe not, it seemed to be another Tri ramble. He kept listening until the details became a bit too much, and Jozef cringed at the thought of what the man had been up to, almost ready to protest the continuation of the story until the situation around them began to deteriorate.

He watched the scene unfold with the panicked pedestrians and crashed car and soon looked ready to jump into action without any prompting. But when Tri began to make his case for why they should wreak havoc, he just turned to the King with uncertainty.

“You wanna throw away the no fighting thing now? It looks like people need help, Boss. I should use my gift.”

Such brazen disregard of both the King’s wishes, and the violence the gang was known for might’ve seemed to be a grave mistake, but Jozef didn’t seem to consider that. His sight wandered to the crashed sedan, and he twitched with impatience, waiting for the King’s approval. This is why he was blessed with such a gift, right? These civilians didn't wrong them, and this wasn't even their turf. His gift was not reserved for Serpents.
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Ryoma Matsuno
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Sajeem, Noa
FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING
Ryoma could only crack a grin at being given the cold shoulder over the phone. He hadn't expected Hitoshi's pursuers to be very social, but he hadn't thought they would be all business and no play. Beginning to say something to quell Mr. Sajeem's fears, his words were cut short by a commotion from the front of the Hyperstar. Following the man to investigate the new development, Ryoma like the others soon came face to face with the six new thugs. Eying the hooligans, it seemed most of them had brought weapons to make up for what they lacked in physical prowess. This in itself let him know what sort of people they were dealing with.

"Gotta agree with my friend here. It's better if you simply tell us what's going on."

Pointing a thumb toward Noa, and echoing her sentiment, Ryoma was more interesting in finding Hitoshi than dealing with the people after him. But, if they inadvertently helped them in their search, all the better. However, to fight the small gang of men now would mean losing out on valuable time. Ryoma had no intentions of drawings things out longer than needed, and despite his words began to remove his overcoat and roll up his sleeves for the second time that day. He had little doubt that Noa's bodyguard could likely take the entire group on his own, but felt it wouldn't have been fair to let him do all the hard labor.

Walking up beside the man, Ryoma shared a glance with him, before raising an arm and settling into a rather relaxed fighting stance. Not bothering with the other hand, and leaving it resting in his pants pocket. Sizing up each man in order of difficulty, Ryoma's eyes ultimately settled upon their crowbar wielding leader. Despite his overconfidence, his demeanor spoke of a man of some experience and so wasn't to be underestimated.

Inevitably, if words couldn't resolve their vendetta, Ryoma would more than willingly use violence instead as the thugs so desperately wished.


Sajeem( joshuadim joshuadim ), Noa( Peckinou Peckinou )
 
Matsuda Russo
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 4 [Puzzling Directions]
LOCATION:
West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Kiwi, Matsuda, Minato, Oliver
PUZZLING DIRECTIONS
Matsuda blinked, as within the span of barely a second- a bunch of Minato's popped up before him. He winced, holding up an arm in defense as he accidentally bumped shoulders with one. The black haired boy sighed to himself, adjusting his hat and taking a step back from the chaos. He was seriously having a hard time keeping up with the spontaneous appearances of these bee haired men.

He chuckled to himself, watching as the Minato clones rifled through the books. He felt a buzz come from his back pocket. Matsuda pulled put his phone, having received a text from Kiwi. He called out, eyes still on his screen, "Uh hey guys? Boss said we should try.. alpha.. alphabet.. uh." He slowed down his words so he could properly say it, squinting at his phone, "Alpha...bet...tize..ing. That. "

With another glance at the crowd, he discreetly (not so discreetly) searched up whatever the hell that meant.


 
Yuto Nishimura
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [Filth in the Gutter]
LOCATION:
Lab Icarus, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius|Mimi|Orion|Reese|Rutheless|Sang-Cheol|Yuna|Yuto
FILTH IN THE GUTTER


[Collab with Misuteeku Misuteeku ]
Yuto wheezed, his hands coming up to cradle his aching head. A snarl tore from his lips, as he shuffled himself back onto his feet. Before he could make another attack on Silva however, an announcement came. What? Every word it said only perplexed Yuto. Leave? Why did-

From the corner of his eye, he saw objects flying towards him. Snapping his head to Gerda, he dodged, the needles scraping his arm and chest. He winced, a hand covering his bleeding chest. He planted his hands on the wall, jumping to climb it. With an outraged shout, he launched himself at Gerda, hands aiming for her head.

Gerda was tackled to the ground with a few of her needles clattering down beneath her. Some of them even stabbed her, but she didn’t betray a sign of pain. Her face didn’t even betray a single emotion. Throwing up her arm, Gerda blocked at Yuto’s attempt to maim her before twisting and turning to free her other arm.

Grabbing one of the needles from the floor, Gerda twisted it and swung it towards Yuto’s arm.

The needle sunk in, Yuto sitting up to tear it out. With a glance to it in his hand, he threw it to the side. He attempted to grab a hold on her wrists to trap it to the ground,wanting to web them together.

Her potentiality didn’t activate in time, though the potentiality booster was still coursing through her body. With the strength of the drug, Gerda resisted against the chimeric. Trying to push him off her, trying to headbutt him, anything that could be done to get him off.

Yuto winced, the hard contact against his nose making him throw his head back. He rolled off of her, a hand holding his nose as he made his way to his feet. He scurried back onto the wall, jumping up onto the ceiling. With a web connecting it to his palm, he jumped off, a kick aiming at her chest.

The moment Gerda recovered, Yuto sprang up at her again. In her immediate response, she raised her arm to protect himself.

It flew off of her body.

Torn like a doll and spraying blood around as if it were cotton. Gerda didn’t hesitate, nor ponder about her recent loss of her arm. The impact had sent her a little back, but it still gave her an opportunity to counter attack.

With her other remaining arm, she threw more needles at Yuto as he went by, hoping at least one of them would hit.

He landed on his feet, shock written over his expression. Before he could have a proper chance of a reaction to what exactly he was seeing, more needles were coming at him. He ducked, but one caught on his shoulder. He frantically tore it out, before shooting a web at her wrist to make her try and drop the rest.

Unfortunately, for Gerda that was it for her. She wasn’t fast like others, nor was she that strong to begin with. Her hand was encased in a web just as she was about to throw another set of needles right at Yuto.

At this point, she was a liability. Seeing that there was nothing she could really do, Gerda eyed Yuto carefully before disappearing into the destroyed Loading Bay.

Panting, Yuto needed a second to catch his breath. With another wary glance to the blood spilled- he crawled up the wall, latching his hands and feet to the ceiling. He didn’t care what happened to the rest anymore. Mimi was dead, insane things were happening, Yuto just wanted to go home. It wasn’t often he got scared, but this was one of those times.

He scurried along the ceiling, meeting hallway to hallway before he’s pretty sure he found what he was looking for. A doorway to safety. Out of this wretched building. He jumped down, barging through the doors only to be met with flames raging outside. He inhaled a panicked breath. What in the world was going on?! The three eyed boy sprinted to the gate, quickly leaving this cursed sight. With one last fretful glance to the building, he was gone.



 
EMIEL
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hitoshi, Noa, Ryoma
FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

The men from Oranje listened to what the two Phoenixes had to say, letting out some mocking chuckles once they finished talking. But only their leader remained silent with a soft smile, with his demeanor only changing once Noa activated the tattoo she had on her bodyguard. Emiel's eyes widened, not with shock or fear but rather... hunger? It almost appeared as though he had just spotted a roast steak after not eating for 5 days as he let out a laugh. "Oh... oh my!" he said with glee through his thick Oranjese accent, "This will do." Týr immediately felt something was off, as if a tidal wave was approaching, and he quickly hopped back as if to anticipate a strike. However, nothing came physically or even materially that anyone could see much to the surprise of the collected Phoenixes.

No blow was physically struck, and yet the sense of danger remained in his mind thanks to his potentiality. What did change however was that he felt much more sluggish. The tattoo on him no longer glowed, and he felt the strength of his power return back to normalcy. "Delicious... by all means, I will keep feasting." Emiel said with a wide grin. He lazily moved a hand to prepare a signal for the four that were next to him to commence their assault, until the one behind him spoke up.

"Onthouden, de baas zei niet te doden. We willen geen aandacht." he said as he leaned against the doorframe of the establishment. The man wore a small black hoodie rather than the normal fatigues of the others, but he still was very much part of their grouping.

"Ja, ja... maar we zullen plezier hebben." Emiel then said as he lazily motioned with his fingers towards the Phoenixes, leading to the others to charge and attack! The four that advanced split off into groups of two, one for Ryoma and one for Týr.



Ryoma's attackers approached directly from his front as one swung with a large metal pipe that he directly blocked with his forearms. A large clank erupted from the blow which was then followed up by a follow up attack from his peer who, using the distraction of the frontal attack, managed to swing past Ryoma's guard and delivered a strong blow into the man's gut. However, this was no ordinary punch as he felt the impact double, then triple in power in its immediate aftermath as if he had been punched three times instead of one, which sent him flying back a few meters.

For Týr, he was able to quickly detect both attacks being thrown at him as one of the goons flung a slice of pressurized air towards him. He quickly dodged the attack as the blade of air shaved a few fibers off his coat before dissapating a few inches behind him. The other, the one wielding a long chain, swung wildly in a large arc. He ducked underneath to dodge, feeling the metal pass over him and a sense of danger pass. However, that was not only component of the strike: arcs of lightning surged from the man's arms and traveled down the chain as tendrils of electricity until they came close to Týr and zapped him harshly!


Interacting: Ryoma ( Stros Stros ), Noa ( Peckinou Peckinou )
 
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SYLVIE SLEZÁK
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
THE HEIST

Focus on what you have, Sylvie.

He couldn’t help but look at his peer’s actions to compare against his own heisting. He’d already taken the gold on the table, but as he watched Maria store a bunch of gems in her shadow he couldn’t help but feel envious. If he wasn’t so nice, and knowing of his rank on the totem pole, he might’ve called her out, but instead, it spurred him on to quicken his pace.

Having some success in opening a deposit box, he quickly became more satisfied with his earnings, taking what looked to be an extremely valuable jewellery set, along with a carefully taped-up box, some cash, and a pile of documents, he didn’t have time to inspect any of it, instead shoving them straight into his bag. It was in good timing as well, as his earpiece soon picked up warnings of danger. He didn’t need to be told that it was time to go, already slinging his bag of valuables over his shoulder and following the Queen out, gun at the ready.

It almost felt like they were going to make it, reaching the garage, but when a knife whizzed past the group, slicing the driver’s throat, it elicited audible, panicked profanity from the rookie. Sylvie’s gun was up, pointing at the first of the Twins to speak. He flinched when the other placed a knife against the weapons expert, Jennifer. Suddenly there was too much to consider. He wanted to help the driver, but that seemed out of the question with what he knew — or didn’t know — about the Twins' capabilities. He wanted to help Jennifer, but he didn’t know if he could help with what he had. He couldn’t deal with the thoughts of surrender. It would end him. He would be over, back at the bottom of the hole he’d been climbing for the past 9 months. He had to overcome the terror he felt, but to do what? He didn’t know. Keep the pressure piled on, maybe.

“We are not surrendering.”

Sylvie could do nothing but trust that his accomplices were on the same page as him.
 
Bishop
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]
LOCATION:
???
PARTICIPANTS:
Elias, Ezra, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren
Where Giants Sleep
There were two things Atlas despised in people. Incompetence and arrogance. Elias Yumin was of the latter. Raising his scythes, he shielded himself from the onslaught of bullets that came his way. In the shadowed light of the balcony, Atlas' eyes are not fast enough and one slips through his defense. It strikes him in the shoulder and embeds itself there drawing an annoyed grunt from the man. "I suppose there is no need for aliases and facades now that we've gotten acquainted." He rolls his shoulder as if working out a stiff muscle and the bullet falls to the ground with a clink.

While Elias rambled on about making deals, Atlas chuckled. The sound is deep, warm, and inviting. A contrast to the cold, hollow crypt they were standing in. It is a sound that can touch hearts and sway crowds to his side. "Deals work best when both sides have something they want from the other. What could you possibly have that I would want." Around Elias' feet, Araminta's "children" slowly encroach on him, climbing up his leg, and working their way into every crook and cranny they can find.

With a roar, Atlas charges straight at Elias. "The problem with the gangs is you only think about what you want." He exclaims while swinging his scythes with precise ferocity at the Tiger. Every swing also sends out a burst of lightning that arc in each and every direction. It sparks off the walls, pillars, and even ceiling, occasionally chipping off part of the weathered stone. "What we are doing here is for the good of New Oasis. What I desire does not matter."

 
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Gav | Central | Passionate Melody Onslaught




The stuttering hasty march Eliza left in her wake was, in its own way, cute, despite the peculiarity. He had to wonder to some degree if the girl was used to being...well, used. Expecting nothing more than being the next servant of whomever managed to sink their claws into her and then promptly told her 'no she could not leave'. It was telling in all kinds of ways in how she reacted and how she tried to suppress.

I certainly didn't think she'd turn scarlet over it though.

He kind of wanted to keep tossing compliments now to see how flustered he could make them. That thought though brought his mind back to his beau- and then he grinned. At least, until, Screecher suddenly vanished despite him still being able to sense the pulse of her life force.

Altaea left his body like an out of body-experience, the supernatural manifestation slipped free and then, in line with Gavril's own thinking, slipped right through the ground and its head popped up out one of the stairs to see that the female tentacle haired miss was not being whisked away somewhere else, but instead, had merely tripped down a flight of stairs.

"Why is it always meee......"​

"She's alive!" Altaia spoke without speaking, the high calm voice reaching to Gav, but not to his downed companion as he too descended the steps- albeit skipping over them two at a time. "Just tripped."

By the time Screecher called out to him, he was already by her side. " Here" he said kneeling down and wrapping an arm around her waist, grabbing the other to help get the grip he needed to lift her back on to her feet. " Be more careful next time alright" his eyes scanned her for marks, bruises- anything. He knew in a realistic sense he didn't really have to check her for injuries. Falling down a flight of stairs if they were normal would: A) have killed a regular person, B)left them severely injured and in need of medical aid, C) possibly paralyzed, or D) ended with a slow painful bone fracture.

Just another gift of being an HP.

Once he was sure she was fine enough to stand on her own however, he allowed Elizabeth the room she needed.

And then the speakers came to life with the announcer again- signaling Altaia vanish also.

As usual there was Miles pulling his shtick. The shift in the ground and the descent they took prompted Gav to at least keep an ear open and an eye out for any fast tricks their trollish entertainer might pull for good fun. The explanation was quite clear: Run around this dungeon, and complete one of the tasks: either defeat the four trials and retrieve the artifact or take a fragment of it to another challenge.

He liked this one a lot more than the others. And it showed as he nodded his head. " So basically a dungeon crawl" at least that's what it sounded to him in his head.

To Screecher however, the whole ordeal sounded far far worse. He looked back up where they came and considered using Altaia to make it so they could pick another path, but frankly, he didn't really want to- that brief burst of excitement he'd seen on her upstairs, really had taken a fall along with her tumble. Which was disappointing, he rather liked seeing the brief boost in confidence.

" Hey hey hey" and his arm grabbed a shoulder as he pulled her closer to his side, " shhhhhhh" Gav shushed her gently, finger lightly tapping her on the nose. " Listen here sexy, you and I are going to get through this with ease- don't even sweat it. All we got to do is work together, and our fine asses will be outta here in no time." He reassured her with a pat on the shoulder.

" Now" without asking he just lifted her up, princess style. " Onwards! Unless of course, you would rather walk?" He said pausing as he was just about to take off.



They came to a stop at the first trial rather shortly. Gav moved quickly, and a lot of that was probably because he was so dang tall- but mostly also because he kept a tight cardio regime- which by extension, forced his diffident partner to keep up-- or in the case she couldn't, for him to carry her around. Something he had no problem with and hardly made even a peep about if it came to such things either way.

As they reached the first trial, Gavril could not help but ask: " What do you think the trial will be?"

Expecting that somehow, saying that might make it trigger like it would in a video game.




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