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Zachariah C. Locke
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Vantaggio Tower, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah, Mizuya
Alicia, Dante
Whole World Blind

On the roof of Vantaggio Tower, Zach finished setting up a long-ranged, remote-controlled missile launcher atop a stand and loaded it with anti-tank missiles. A sniper rifle wouldn’t be able to reach the target he wished to hit whether he could see it clearly or not ; West District to Central District was quite the distance, after all. Besides, anything less than a missile wouldn’t do much against a trained, battle-oriented HP–least of all the Dragon King.

Jun wouldn’t be happy with him if her sister got hurt, but Zach had no intention of letting Lyric die within his gaze either–at least, not without trying anything . Helva wouldn’t forgive him. More importantly, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, regardless of their disagreements.

Running his hand through his pink-dyed hair, the eldest son of the fallen Locke Family sighed. All-seeing eyes can be such a pain sometimes, especially for a loyal, family-loving, scoundrel like himself. Between his current job for the Queen and the safety of the King, it wasn’t as if he could choose which to prioritize. The welfare of all those he considered to be his comrades were all equally important, regardless of gang rank. A professional like him couldn’t exactly ditch his current task either.

Chucking, Zach pressed a hand to his earpiece. “The target moved backstage. There seems to be a bit of an intergang conflict between her and some other Kitties.”

And he left it at that. While he could go on and on about the details–from Alice being followed, to the kiss, to the slap–it wasn’t particularly relevant to the goal so, unless they pressed for details, he didn’t feel the need to distract them with it.

Reaching into his pocket, Zach popped a cherry lollipop into his mouth, his attention returning to the conversations in the Lucky Rabbit. At the end of the day, what Alice wished for was irrelevant to someone like him who took lives for a paycheck. No one wanted to die. Everyone wanted freedom. Whether or not people were able to achieve their desires was based solely on personal capability.

Still, her display of defiance had been entertaining to watch, and he couldn’t help rooting for her when the Tiger’s “gold-laying goose” slapped her watcher.

Her dance partner didn’t seem particularly loyal to the Tiger Gang either, though that was really nothing new.

Once more picking up his rifle, Zach gave the missile launcher a loving pat before stepping to the edge of the roof and aiming the rifle’s barrel. The angle might be different, but all the important targets were still in firing sight. HP-killing equipment. Destructive weapons. All those cost a pretty penny, but, fortunately, raiding a Tiger’s Den usually came with great fiscal rewards. Just gotta wait for the order. Zach’s tongue played with the sugary treat in his mouth.



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Inigo Han
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, Upper Central
PARTICIPANTS:
Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya
TACTICAL MAYHEM
That hurt. He lay in the heap of dust and debris, the bruises more apparent in his ego than his body as his usual uninterested expression was scrunched into a pouting scowl. That Phoenix packed quite the punch. In the metaphorical standoff, Inigo had lost the exchange. He really ought to stop snacking. It was taking quite the toll on his punches. He remained, cradled in the seat of demolished detritus. He drew in a deep breath, and exhaled. He winced. Now that the adrenaline was beginning to wear down, the hole at his side was starting to sting. He hissed and patted his side.

“Ow,” he whispered quietly.

From the side, a familiar voice chirped. He craned his neck towards the source. Eric. He sighed and relaxed his head. “Yup.” His eyes flitted towards Eric’s companion. “Who’s your new pal?” he queried lazily, with the same amount of inflection as if he were asking about the weather. He wasn’t going to get up just yet. There was no way for the Phoenixes to run. They were surrounded, and they were beaten down hard, as much as they did a number on HQ itself. He supposed he could take some time to relax for a second.






Interacting with: Coyote Hart Coyote Hart

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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

She would rip him apart here and now. It would be so simple. A screaming stream of power straight into his face, melting it all down to the bone, and then to dust. She could bite into his face, tear it all off, leave him a bloodied mess on the floor. She could do it, so simply. She didn’t care what his Potential was, she didn’t care what he could do, she didn’t want to care. All she knew was that he was pissing her off.

But somewhere, in the haze of pain and fury, reason managed to peek through. He was right. They would be wandering in circles. Without proper guidance, they’d be dooming Raph to a longer time here. Her viridian eyes flashed, and she released him– no, it was more accurate to say that she threw him to the ground. She turned around, her body still sparking with lethal energy.

“I’ll kill you.” Those were the only words she said, but she made the intent clear. If he thought any way that wasn’t her way, she would make sure that nothing would be left of him to be put into an urn, much less a bodybag.



 
Dagger
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]
LOCATION:
Dilapidated Clinic, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Jack, Dagger, Roland, Charmy, Guinevere
Silence for the Damned


She wanted to say that this was not what she had expected when she started out the day, but when one had been living in hell as long as she did, fucked up shit like this was barely on the list of what ended up as surprising.

The undead were painfully predictable, lambs to the slaughter. Her shots were accurate, and her targets fell easily. What the problem was not the ease of their dispatchment– rather, it was their numbers. Two expended magazines already lay on the floor, amongst numerous scattered casings. She swung the muzzle into a lurching body, sending it sprawling onto the ground, then brought it back up, placing two more shots into the undead horde. She pried her foot off the hands of the fallen undead, then brought her heel down onto its skull. It disintegrated into brain matter and pieces of bone.

Akela had only just retrieved the package. She would be returning soon. She sidestepped a lunge from one of the undead, and booted it towards the pack, breaking up the horde just a little, offering her some breathing space. “Whatever it is the rest of you are doing, I hope it’s helping,” she called to the rest of the group. There was no sarcasm or joke in her voice- she meant it.


 
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

Based? Based on what? No matter how much he searched, no memories of such a band lied within the inner halls of his mind in the slightest. He assumed they must be a small underground group instead, but it was better to go with the flow, he lied once, might as well lie again.

"Oh wow! I thought I recognized you, I'm a fan! I loved your latest album!" he prayed for the bubblegum boy to not ask further about it.

As Nico started to go on and on with a salesman's pitch about the famous girl, Charlie listened to Hawk's no bit of information. So a bit of internal conflict, eh? Sounded like a great opportunity to sneak in and grab their target, hopefully Hector may even forget about his more morderous intentions. Charlie couldn't help but feel a little bit bad about the woman they were going to capture. She had done them no wrong, and they were still going to take her away against her will, and who knows what the bloodthirsty phoenixes would do to her afterwards...But no. Surely, she was no saint, she was the star of a business in tiger turf, there was no way she wasn't a pupperteering, greedy person who attempted to siphon ever last penny from whoever entered her domain, the phoenix knew how the west behaved, all that mattered was earning a profit in the end. He'd have to put his pity for the target aside for his own sake.

"Oh? You would, really? That'd be fantastic" The boy leaned over his "cousin" and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "Please, we'd love to meet her! Isn't that right, Mecky?"



 
MARKUS WEISS
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Markus, Tri, Nikolai, Celeste, Jozef, Toru
HUNKS IN THE CITY
Markus' brow twitched subtly in response to the Serpent King's nod. Just being near these freaks made him feel like he needed a shower. Another twitch, when the dough-faced Serpent said his name, all 'buddy-buddy' like. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to?

He'd broken people's jaws for less.

Instead, he simply didn't respond.

This twitch was followed by another, less subtle twitch as Tri announced the presence of his mystery companion. Markus didn't know why he kept his little imaginary friend a secret—besides the obvious. What's more, he shouldn't have really cared if a bunch of nutjob Serps thought he was nuts. After all, they were who they were.

Enter 'Invisible Flying Tiger', who gave Tri a nod of approval. “Ya' know, 'fer a Stinky Snake, you ain't half bad!”

The next five minutes or so passed in awkward, blissful silence. Markus was grateful for it, though he knew what people always said about 'all good things'...

"So. In Serpent. Me and Caio are sleeping together."

“Good 'fer you...” Markus seethed, as he was unable to stop his mind from conjuring up a horrific image in response to the nugget of unwanted knowledge that Tri had just implanted into his brain. He tried to push it out, but the images—like Tri's words—just kept coming. The last thought to grace Markus' mind was, Maybe I ought ta' just kill 'im? before everything changed.

Markus had never been so grateful for a car crash.

The only thing that could've pulled Markus' attention away from the spectacle of destruction that had begun to unfold—though, the black pit in his stomach told him, heeding Tiger's cryptic words, that this was not the end, but rather the beginning—was the offering of a hand from what was possibly the most revolting man he'd ever encountered.

“... Huh, what? No, fuck you!” He snapped once his brain registered what it was that Tri wanted from him. There was no way he was touching this freak. “Eugh.” He recoiled unintentionally, the thought alone giving him a shiver.

Oi. Think you bozos left out an important fuckin' detail.” Markus snarled. “... What the hell're they runnin'... From?”

Markus' voice trailed off as his eyes trailed upwards to spy the form of a woman cresting over the tops of the adjacent row of buildings. He spared one quick sidelong glance at the group of Serpents, now with an additional runt in tow (this one leaking inky shadows all over the place), as if to try and gauge if they were seeing what he was seeing... Or if he'd gone truly insane.


 
GM POST
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Helva, Isaiah, Kanna, Kaede, Meirin, Rin, Shen, Vulken, Yong-Yut
THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX
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To Merin's heartfelt plea, Shen offered no reply. Nor did he seem to register her intervention. She had not attacked him, as Alex had. Neither had she prevented him from attacking his foe (the metal bars constricted as they had done before). Nothing had changed.

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Lyric was much the same. She strained against the bonds, and now had the Giantess' might to contend with, and had become blind to all else that moved, breathed, or spoke. Yong-Yut's call, too, fell on deaf ears. It seemed that the both of them were in a world all to themselves.

Another world.

An unseen world.

Though, when Isaiah conjured specters of those the Kings held most dear, there may have been a flicker that passed over the bewitched rulers' eyes. A flash of recognition, perhaps? A withered mind recalling itself from out of a millenia-long dream. It could not be known, though. And the moment passed like wind in the meadow, as a pair of silverine spears flung through the air, piercing the illusion of Shen's dear friend before thinly slicing the flesh of both his cheek and his upper arm. With his wits again about him, the Dragon King deflected a third projectile with his palm, his eyes already searching the skies for an all-too-familiar threat.

Had Shen not been haunted by these ghosts of the past, he likely would have seen the sneak attack coming.

Meanwhile, a short time ago...
"Alive. Great!” Rin cheered with a smile.

No sooner than she pried the metal open did the man shoot up and into some stretches. The people here really were tougher. She had already been here for a while and fought people like Charlie, but the oni still wasn’t quite used to the durability of the people around her.

Standing to full height, Rin followed behind him to gaze out the hole in the building, bringing a palm to brow height to act as a visor.

“Er—Yeup. Think so, anyway. Hard with all the darkness crap that took over the entire street,” Rin confirmed Alex’s question, before looking down to where he had stepped. “Whoa! What the hell?”

Crouching down, Rin stared at it a bit skeptically, leaning and tilting as she did so. When Alex invited her, she cautiously took his hand and stepped forward. “Uh… will it hold–eUP!”

Evidently so as it zoomed off, with the tall woman shakily steadying herself, though grinning once she did so. She could jump and climb, but flying was definitely different. “Haha-Holy hell! This is awesome! Wait, so we're gonna jump their king? That dainty guy, right?”

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“That’s the one,” Alex called over the whoosh of air as the pair of them zipped over rooftops, the streets, cars and pedestrians below blurring together.

“Hell yeah! No complaints here!” Rin grinned with excitement. The king had to be the strongest among their gang or pretty close. Finally, a real fight! Or so the oni hoped.

They had to hurry; who knew what they’d already missed? “Hang on!” was the only warning he gave her before the platform lurched even faster forward.

“Huh–WHOA!” Clinging tighter to the carpet as it shot forward with increased vigor, Rin was quick to change from surprise to amusement, as if it were just a really cool roller coaster. Perhaps she was enjoying it a bit too much.

At the pace they’d gone, it was mere moments before they’d caught up to the Kings who, by some luck, had stopped their flight. Without giving heed to the situation as it unfolded—seeing only the sight of an endangered Lyric—Alex let fly three spears of luminescent shimmer before spotting the sight of a parked car.

As they approached, Rin steadied her posture to a crouched position, readying to leap and get involved. However, she spotted not only the kings and Meirin, but Yong-Yut as well, and they didn’t seem to be fighting. At least, Meirin and Yong-Yut weren’t. Rin’s expression twisted to one of confusion before Alex shot off some spears. “Whoa-Whoa-Whoa! Wait! Look, they ain’t fighting! Shouldn’t Yong-Yut and the other chick be duking it out?” She exclaimed, waving her hand a bit at him while the other held on to keep her secured.

“Yeah, they should be,” was Alex's only reply.

As much fun as that fight was likely to be, Rin wasn’t a fan of starting a fight where it wasn’t wanted. Glancing down, she spotted the car with a few of the others from the original meeting, some Phoenixes and Dragons as well. “Yo! There’s the other people too!”

Alex craned his neck to follow her sight-line then nodded, bringing their ride close enough to the ground to let her disembark. As soon as she was clear he was back into the fray. There was no time to dally, or to wonder why the Dragons and Phoenixes in attendance weren’t doing more to aide their Kings; his King was his top priority.


Now, as before, Shen turned his attention elsewhere. As a trickle of blood ran down his cheek, he raised a hand to the flying Jack, and a fleet of parked cars soared up to meet his mark. As the Phoenix Jack barrel-rolled on his iridescent platform to evade the soaring vehicles, Shen soared off in hot pursuit.

In the same moment, with Shen's concentration broken, Lyric overpowered the metallic bonds that had held her in place, pushing out from within their grasp, and the grasp of the Giant Dragon who'd sought to contain her. For her interference in their Great Duel, Lyric marked Meirin as a threat. And so when her feet struck the pavement again, she dove for the giant's enormous sandaled foot and grabbed hold. Power and Potential coursed through the Phoenix King's body as she lurched back, heaving the gargantuan woman's leg with all her might to topple her bodily onto her backside. Once more, the battle was afoot.


 
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Rin Chiyase
SCENE:
The Dragon and the Phoenix
TIME:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2
LOCATION:
Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hou, Isaiah, Kanna, Meirin, Ra, Shen, Soren,
Helva, Maho, Rin, Vulken, Varoslav
The Dragon and the Phoenix
As the magic carpet lowered, Rin leaped from it, landing next to the parked car with a loud thud and cracks spreading from where she landed. The Kings seemed to start going back at it despite the others attempts to still them. The oni still had no real clue as to what was going on, but it didn't feel like the fight she wanted.

She looked over to the two who remained by the car, Fade and Kaede, glancing between them and where the Kings were.

"So... You guys aren't fighting--We aren't fighting... The hell's going on?" She asked utterly confused. "And uh... anything ya' need me to do to help?"

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Jennifer Weber
SCENE:
Heist
LOCATION:
Central
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
Heist

Following her escape, Jennifer was quick to empty her magazine, none of her bullets had managed to hit the ghostly duo but her barrage had at least forced the two back and out of arms reach. The Queen was obviously their target, and Jennifer was a means to an end. With the two now focused on the Queen, Jennifer was free to assist Samira who was understandably having issues with the heavy armoured forces quickly swarming the bay. With the Queen preoccupied and the Ace unable to efficiently engage in combat, Jennifer decided her efforts would be better suited to distracting those guards Samira couldn't.

Getting back on her feet Jennifer looked to the Queen with a nod. The Queen's potential was still a mystery to Jennifer but the confidence he held had to come from somewhere and so Jennifer felt comfortable leaving him alone. Moving down the hall toward Samira, Jennifer began rooting through her duffle bag, retrieving a cylindrical grenade from within. "Maria, get that truck running. Camilla provide her with support. Sylvie... you've got more balls than I gave you credit for, do your best not to piss yourself. Samira, keep them safe. I'll deal with the cavelry. On my mark, bolt. Oh and do hold your breath"

Pulling the pin Jennifer lobbed the grenade out into the bay and in a few seconds the small device began to spin, spewing green gas as it did so. The gas began to quickly fill the area and obscure vision and shortly after a few of the guards began to cough deeply. Throwing another and then one final grenade Jennifer was quickly beginning to fill the room with tear gas. But it would only last so long, with the bay door wide open the gas was slowly being pushed back. "Go, now".

Spinning her shotgun from her shoulder to her hand Jennifer pumped a shell into place and readied herself for combat. Eyes coming alight a deep crimson, Jennifer was ready to slaughter anyone unfortunate enough to end up within her field of vision. Once the first gang member would move to exit cover, so too would Jennifer to provide cover fire.
 
Meirin Azuza
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Helva, Hou (inactive), Isaiah, Kanna, Maho,
Meirin, Ra (inactive), Rin, Shen, Soren (inactive), Vulken,
Yaroslav (inactive), Yong-Yut, Kaede
The Dragon and the Phoenix

No response.

Shen didn’t even seem to even register her words, but when the illusions–undoubtedly created by Isaiah–appeared, Meirin saw the flicker of recognition in the Steel Tempest’s eyes; Shen Yue was still in there. It was enough to give her hope. Sadly, hope was quickly dashed when a silver spear pierced through the fake Ruriko and injured Shen.

Gritting her teeth, because even the sight of an illusionary Ruri being impaled didn’t sit well with her, Meirin’s large eyes flew briefly to the Phoenix Jack before refocusing on the caged king in her hand. The Dragon Veteran tried to tighten her grip, but to little avail as Lyric almost instantly broke free from the metallic bindings--once Shen no longer focused on it--and slipped from her fingers. Her other hand instinctively covered Yong Yut, in case a fight broke out, which it did, just not in the way she had been expecting.

Shen flew off to chase after Alex.

Meanwhile, Meirin found herself losing balance.

Her eyes caught sight of the tiny people still trying to escape following Fade’s illusionary arrows, of the buildings she’d undoubted damage if she landed, and time seemed to slow (not literally). She did the only thing she could think of doing to minimize collateral damage. She shrunk, freeing her foot from Lyric’s hold. As the now normal-sized girl fell backwards through the sky, she twisted her body, maneuvering in such a way that she caught Yong Yut–bridal style–as she landed in a crouch, avoiding direct skin to skin contact as she did so.

Meirin might not be the brightest bulb in the shed, but, for those who worked in the escort business, it was hard not to notice when someone avoids physical contact. Why? Meirin hadn’t a clue, but assumed the girl had her own reasons, and didn’t pry. All girls had their own secrets.

“Looks like talking won’t work,” Meirin commented as she straightened, letting Yong Yut off. She could see the phoenix king stalking towards them. Despite the strength Lyric displayed, Meirin couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement at the prospect of the upcoming battle. Or was it nerves? She’d never faced the king of another gang in a contest of strengths before, after all. Either way, it looked like a fight couldn’t be avoided. “I know we agreed to work together until this is solved, but I think capturing them is the only way we’re going to figure out what’s wrong.”

Capture not kill. Meirin had no intention of turning Lyric into the Azure Dragon gang–which would surely mean the opposing gang leader’s death–until she figured out what went wrong…and she no longer had any doubts that something was wrong.

Her king still hadn’t spoken to her.

“So I’m going to fight.” Meirin brought her palms together and bowed to Lyric before stepping into the basic forward stance, her arms held out in front of her. “Do what you feel you must.”

Fade was somewhere invisible in this new battlefield. More phoenixes were coming the longer they took to decide. Possibly more Dragons as well. They were smack dab in the middle of Central, after all. She wouldn’t be surprised if police started showing up either.

Whatever they were going to do, whether it was retreat or fight, had to be done quick.


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(NPC) PIERRE ACKRÉN
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Lucky Rabbit Casino - Elevator, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah
Alicia, Dante
WHOLE WORLD BLIND

The man smiled warmly as he led the pair into the elevator, there being enough elevators free that nobody entered alongside them. It seemed the balance of the conversation had changed. He had noted the irritability of the man on their first meeting, after his outburst, but it seemed now that he had less to say. Meanwhile, his beautiful wife remained as chatty as ever. He couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked at the audacity of Raquel to question him, given that, despite him letting on otherwise, he still didn’t know either of their identities. Nevertheless, he gave a short, apologetic bow.

“My apologies, ma’am. Pierre Ackrén, Supervisor for ten years now.” Pierre put a hand to the tag on his suit jacket, tilting it up. The name and title matched. He then turned to the buttons on the elevator wall. There were 21 floors listed, including the below-ground carpark, next to a card scanner. Also on the panel was a help button, in case of emergency. He hovered his finger over a few floors, before selecting floor 3.

“There’s a lovely bar up here, and it’ll be quieter than the lower floors for now.”

The door slowly shut.

“And I apologise again, but I was never introduced to you, dear. May I have your name as well?”
 
jericho s. madden
SCENE:
phoenixes arc 3: scene 2 [tactical mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, upper central district — 3rd floor, chikage's office
PARTICIPANTS:
bandy, boltius, callista, ashley, gideon, tatsuya, inigo, eric
CIRCLE OF HELL:
fraud [shapeshifting]
tactical mayhem

Doc and Mads collab™
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Some time earlier…

Bandy walked with one hand in his pocket. The other held his phone as he strolled, passing doors left and right, eyes low, reflecting the screen’s contents—a message to Helva that read: “Yo. Just testing Deadcell’s timing.” But it wouldn’t send. When he tapped the button, the screen flickered, distorted, then went black.

“Tsk, Deadcell’s active,” he called over the fire alarm, slipping the phone into his pocket with a glance over his shoulder. Jericho followed behind, the tall bastard. Bandy called him ‘Lil’ Fern’ in spite of it; stood for Little Inferno. The two of them had infiltrated together, side-by-side as they so often were.

Rounding a right-hand corner, Bandy found himself stopping to avoid a worried-eyed civilian rushing around. A suited fellow with glasses. He squeaked when he saw them, instinctively paying more a mind to fear Jericho than Bandy for his brighter shade of red skin, protruding horns, and overwhelming stature. And Bandy grinned at that, as if Jericho’s being intimidating was some achievement of his own.

Reaching out, Bandy gave the man a pat on the cheek and told him, having to raise his voice, “Scurry on, misters. This business ain’t concern you.” Then he turned the corner and kept on, leading the way to nowhere in particular. Yet~

If they were going to capture the HQ, might as well have a look around and call dibs on anything worth taking a pick of.

— — —​

After a time, Bandy eventually led them to the Fitness Center where he and Jericho got comfortable, waiting for trouble, and fooled around with the weights and equipment.

One particular setup, a bench press rack, had a barbell loaded with weight enough to give the average NP a run for their money, and Bandy took to pressing a few reps with ease. When he finished, the clatter of the bar settling sounded, and he sat up on the bench to look at Jericho.

“Hard ta think this is some no-po’s personal records,” he said, referring to the weight he’d just put to shame, ‘no-po’ being a nickname for non-potentialis.

Jericho snorted at Bandy's comment, “Yeah, I can't imagine what it must be like bein' so weak. Props to them for being able to lift that much, I guess." He grinned at his friend while tossing one of the free weights into the air a couple of times, probably not the brightest idea he'd ever had. Taking his eye off the weight for a second was long enough for him to fumble and drop it, jumping out of the way as it landed where his foot had just been.

“Hah... that was a bit loud," Jericho looked at Bandy, lips pursed, “Anyway, what're we 'sposed to be doing? We just waiting for somethin' to happen?" He'd never been very good with the whole 'being patient' thing and he didn't like playing this waiting game; it stressed him out. There’s no way in hell he would ever admit that, though.

Jericho didn't wait for Bandy to answer him as he began to wander the room impatiently, long tail lashing behind him and knocking into every single thing he walked by, his red companion included. He hadn't even realized what he’d been doing until Bandy said something about it.

“Pretty m-” Narrowly avoiding a whip to the face—“Watch where yer swingin’ that thing, Tails.”—Bandy’s tone was calm and carried an edge of amusement as he watched Jericho pace. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

He stood up off the bench and idled over to the first of two doors, peeking through a square window that allowed sight into the hall. They were on the same wall, the doors—parallel—but separated by a long span.

By now, the fire alarms had timed out and the distant commotion of conflict could be heard. “Sounds like things’re heatin’ up… Maybes we-” Coming into view as Bandy’s hand rested upon the door’s handle was an armed unit of CDPD personnel. He counted six before turning with a light-footed stride out of view, in one motion grabbing Jericho’s shoulder to urge him toward the second exit. “I gots an idea.” Always a quick thinker.

Bandy had a guess that the unit would check the Fitness Center for civilians or threats. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he and Jericho could handle them, but he was prone to opting for a little fun. Together, just as the first door eased open to their right, and the officers filed in, Bandy and Jericho were gone through the second. Returned to the halls.

“Help me haves my fun, an’ you can be on your owns,” said Bandy, drawing them in a circle back to the first door.

Peeking through the exact square window as he’d been doing earlier, this time looking in rather than out, he activated his potential, letting the world become washed in his grid. And he focused on the CDPD unit’s rear-man.

“Hmph,” he smirked, “Callin’ dibs on these, Lil’ Fern. ‘Scept the one.” Without explaining what that meant, Bandy was gone, only to be replaced by an unfamiliar man who stood, now, in his place.

A surprised grunt elicited from the man who now wore Bandy’s clothes. Turning his head, a chill rushed up his spine to see Jericho.

The horned man was momentarily confused by the vagueness of Bandy’s statement, before realizing what he meant, a grin spreading across Jericho’s lips as he looked down at the stranger that was where Bandy had once been. The stranger paled, taking a step back and hitting a wall, to which Jericho just laughed, “Man, this really ain’t your lucky day, huh?”

Jericho had no interest in dragging this out any longer than necessary, reaching out and grabbing the stranger by the face, his nails digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks, ”I’m not really tryna kill you, but if I do… sorry?” he shrugged, tightening his grip on the man's face, “Don’t take this personally or nothin’.”

In one swift motion, Jericho pulled the stranger away from the wall and slammed him against it, his skull making a sickening crack on impact. Gritting his teeth and cursing under his breath, Jericho let go of the man and watched as he slumped to the ground. His skull had left behind a small crater in the wall where it had hit, along with blood and brain matter.

“Ah, fuck me runnin’...” He growled, annoyed. Jericho hadn’t actually been trying to kill the dude, just incapacitate him or something. He tried to avoid killing people where he could, but of course, he would be the one to accidentally kill a guy. At least he apologized for it in advance.

Still muttering to himself, Jericho moved the now deceased man so he was up against the wall and out of the way. Sighing, he thought maybe it would be best to find Bandy again. They had parted ways not too long ago, though, so maybe it was too soon? Jericho hummed, wandering the halls and checking his nails as he contemplated what to do next.

— — —​

“Left me on my own, but this shit is borin’ as hell without him...”

10 minutes of wandering around and he was still no closer to finding something to do that wasn’t knocking out a unit of officers he happened to run into, “Useless, Jericho, absolutely fuckin’ useless,” he grumbled, hitting the side of his head with his fist, “I don’t even remember why we’re here.”

Maybe it was about time he found Bandy.

Jericho vaguely recalled his companion mentioning something about a captain's office. That would be easy enough to find. With a destination in mind, he wandered with a little more confidence, remembering having seen something on a door that indicated it was the captain's office. He didn’t know which door, but that would be easy enough to figure out.

Well, the stupid ass door took longer to find than he cared to admit, but at last, he stood before what looked like the right one. He clocked the red butterfly loitering near it, and despite the urge to smack it out of the air, chose to ignore it and enter the room quietly.

Peeking inside, he saw Bandy and some blonde-haired woman he had never seen before. Stepping in and closing the door behind him, he froze in place when he saw what was going on. Was it a fight? Jericho couldn’t tell, but the energy in the room was a bit weird. He stood there uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, arms crossed over his chest as he watched whatever was going on.

It got boring quickly, though, and he decided to approach Bandy, announcing himself by lightly tapping the back of his friend's head with his tail, “Hey, finally found ya, dude.” he grinned at the other, stifling the sigh of relief that threatened to escape. Jericho shoved his hands into his pockets to hide the fact that they were shaking slightly, some of his anxiety was finally alleviated now that he had found Bandy again.

“Uh, who is this pretty lady?” Jericho asked, forcing himself to chill the fuck out, tail flicking behind him for a moment before curling loosely around Bandy’s wrist; a habit he thought he had broken and was embarrassed by how much comfort it brought him. Clearing his throat a bit, and still smiling, he glanced at Bandy and then back to the blonde, “An’ what exactly are y’all looking for in here?”


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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Boltius, Ashley, Gideon, Tatsuya, Inigo, Eric, Jericho, Callista, Bandy
TACTICAL MAYHEM
The Central District’s Police Headquarters was just ahead… The uppermost portion of the building peeked over the 100-ft wall of concrete surrounding its entirety, showing the signs of battle in the form of broken windows and smoke rising from unseen orifices on the other side.

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Boo clenched her jaw something fierce as the truck whipped sideways, Barbados laughing at the wheel, two cruisers in pursuit flashing their reds-and-blues. When it reached the curb, she squealed, “FUCKING SH-”

And the truck went airborne. Both patrol cars screeched to a halt before the curb, one after the other as the rear cruiser narrowly avoided ramming the front's hind, and the officers manning them stepped out with weapons drawn, keeping cover behind their doors as they watched the red truck flip and roll.

Metal, glass, and dirt crunched with every impact against the earth's well-kempt green and flew with every next vault. One of the wheels sprang loose mid-roll and bounced off into the unremarked distance. Then came silence following the cessation of momentum as the thing teetered briefly, nearly bumping the headquarters’ concrete barrier. Everything paused… The officers held their breath, guns trained on the driver’s-side door.

The truck settled on its remaining three wheels with a creak and hiss.

Elsewhere, a horn blared—a trumpeting tune—accompanied by the thunderous rumbling of an oncoming Hummer. It swerved and almost rode the curb before correction, and it barreled straight for the two officers at their cruisers.

From the red truck's passenger-side, Boo forced the battered door open and flopped out to her hands and knees, spitting blood. She ran a tongue along her teeth and felt an empty socket that hadn’t been there before, and a vein bulged on her forehead, rage bubbling up from the pit of her gut. “Barbs, you fuckin’ psycho, son of a bitch! You motherfucker!” She whirled around to find Barbados dropping out after her, and took him by the collar of his jacket with both hands, “Are you stupid!?”

The question received a weak laugh in response.

Slamming him back, Boo stifled a seething squeal before jerking open the rear passenger-door to retrieve a large sledgehammer, setting it down wedge first. Letting it go, the handle fell over, clipping Barbados on the side of the head.

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“We’re alive, ain’t we, sweet-cheeks?” he said to his fiancé, face sprinkled with glass and carved with small lacerations.

With the sound of crumpling steel and the slap of a harsh impact, the Hummer rammed the first cruiser, driving it into the next and pinning the first of two officers between the mechanical bodies. The second officer managed to dive and roll, barely escaping danger, but lost his gun in the process. So he ran; he turned and looked back only to make sure he wasn’t being pursued.

Peering around the back of the truck, tail-light splashing her face in a blinking red, Boo studied the Hummer.

A man hung out of the open passenger-window, roaring with excitement, and Boo recognized him as a fellow Phoenix. “Looks like we’re not the only ones on time.”

“There wasn’t a schedule,” said Barbs.

“Fuck you.”

Barbados got to his feet and hoisted his sledgehammer over his shoulder. “Guess we oughta open’er up,” he said, referring to the barrier blocking their entrance to the CDPD HQ. That hadn’t been in the job description, so he reckoned it was a move on the enemy’s behalf.

Distant police sirens sang from all directions, and it seemed most civilians had gotten the hint and high-tailed it out of the area.

“Boo, gimme a weak spot.”

Boo took a step back, “On it.” Facing the massive wall, she held up her hands and looked through them as if she were an artist sizing up a canvas.

A moment passed before she put her hands down and pointed to a seemingly arbitrary spot on the wall, “Right there,” to which Barbados neared himself and took a stance.

One by one, in pairs or groups, the Phoenix support was racking up.

 
HIRAM ABAYAN
SCENE:
Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]
LOCATION:
Zhànzhēng Resort, East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hifumi, Hiram, Kairong, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie
Ripples of Stardust
At first, Hiram couldn’t imagine that a single person would pose more of a threat than explosives planted inside a resort full of civilians. But then he remembered the Dragon King, and the reputations of other people from the other Districts, and he quickly disabused himself of that notion. If this Hifumi thought that this ‘certain rouser’ was someone to watch out for, then Hiram would be on the lookout.

Meanwhile, as Ottilie smartly suggested, he brought out his tech deck and began the routine process of breaking into the resort’s firewall. He pointedly avoided looking at the block of concrete on the man’s chest, as meticulously handled as precious DNA on a Petri dish. No need to dwell on the disturbing things Ottilie was capable of. Normally, hacking a system like this would require a direct connection via the internal Ethernet network. But since cloud computing became a thing and everyone began deploying everything on it, hacking it was as simple as exploiting gaps in the cloud itself.

While he worked, Hiram noted the new arrival, a girl who looked like she had less of a business being there than the two students, what with her glittery, shimmery appearance. He smirked, realizing that her addition to the group reinforced the image that Kazue was babysitting a bunch of kids. It was all so surreal.

Finally, with the last firewall broken, Hiram tapped into the feeds of all the security cameras inside the resort. Unfortunately, he could only access the video streams, which meant no sound. He swiped through each feed in turn, hoping to find some indication of where these Ouroboros people hid the explosives. One feed caught his eye when he caught the fuzzy image of the well-dressed man he saw earlier talking to people who gave Hiram the same vibes as the poor fanatic stuck beneath the concrete block.

“Hey, Hifumi. Come take a look at this,” he brought the tech deck closer to the pale-haired boy, and that was when it happened. His body suddenly seized up. His hands started shaking. Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks. Memories of trash heaps in shadowed alleyways and smoke-filled gambling rooms came unbidden to his mind. And there was her, the only family relative he knew of but never met, always dying and dying and dying because he never came for her and never bothered to look for her.

“I think your rouser has arrived,” Hiram said, barely keeping his voice from shaking.

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Jackson Reese Alessi
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri, Jackson
THE GREAT THRESHOLD

"Sure know how to kick up some drama, you two! This'll make for great television, you've got my thanks."

Idiot. It wasn’t about drama it was about basic decency. Whatever. He was used to his actions being written off as rude or childish. Instead, he focused on getting out of this maze so he could stop being entertainment for losers with nothing better to do than stare at a screen.

The lack of light was awful. How were they even showing this on tv? He placed his hand on the first wall he could. He started to sing low under his breath. He didn’t want these fuckers trying to jump out at him using the cover of darkness, at least this way they’d be forced to reveal themselves if they approached without warning.

“Cold blood running through my veins..”

He made his way in only stopping as he hear another’s voice coming from another direction. He stopped his singing not wanting to hurt another contestant on his conscious. If they were shitty it was another situation entirely but he wasn’t one to hurt others just because.

“YEAH, I can hear ya fine. Don’t expect that I’ll be able to find you though this bitch is pitch black and it ain't really clear where your voice is coming from.”

He started tapping on the wall as he made his way down hoping that the sound would reverb and help them find each other.

“Can you see shit on your side?”

 
TAZZ (August August)
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]
LOCATION:
Mysterious Black Site, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyo, Peyton, Raph, Sab, Shinko
THICKER THAN WATER
August stood still, relaxed in posture that conveyed a mixture of indifference to the situation, and exhaustion—the exhaustion more so wrinkling beneath his heavy-lidded eyes than in the slouch of his shoulders and low dip of his head.

He listened, watching the exchange between Julien and Kisara, studying Kisara mostly. There was a recognizable flash of rationality across her threatening countenance at Julien’s words.

It seemed she wasn’t so far gone. With that, August surmised that Kisara truly did care for Raph; that his prisoner-situation wasn’t just an excuse for bloodthirsty release.

Julien gestured at the ceiling, then at the floor, drawing a line, and August’s eyes followed. Just his eyes. His body was weighed down by a weakness that thrummed throughout his very bones, hands shaky in his pockets as a result, to the point that even the thought of moving filled him with a degree of dread.

Only when Julien stated, “It's an illusion,” did August exert himself to look around. Makes sense. Then he raised his eyebrows when Peyton sidled up beside him with the question, “What do you think about this new guy, August?”

No response, but the drifting of his eyes toward his feet indicated one was soon to come.

However, before he could do that, Peyton blurted out, “Oh wait! I had a crush on you in high school! I remember now!” That he did. The recognition was mutual between them, now, only August was still withholding his.

“Ah… Wh-” August's mouth hung slightly open. An almost imperceptible hook of surprise tugged up on his eyelids. And a tinge of pink found the tips of his ears.

By then, Kisara and Julien had concluded their interaction.

Lost of speech and his thoughts stammering, August marched forward without a word to Peyton, tucking his head into his shoulders, the high-collar of his jacket hiding the sides of his face. And he said to the group, “Best- Best get this show on tha road, mates.” Feeling the ache in his legs, he pushed on, “We’re of no use to Raph standin’ aroun’.”
AUGUST/POST NOTES​
— —WEARING: (See post image) White turtleneck; Teal jacket; White pants (smeared with blood); Black shoes; Earrings

— —POST RECAP: August proceeds down the hallway after Peyton makes him flustered.

(Interacting w/ Julian, Peyton, Kisara, Taka)
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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Follow the Lightning

Noa couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief as their bodyguard took down one of the enemy combatants, knowing that he should have a easier time dealing with the rest. Still she was concerned with how close this was, landing a hit on their bodyguard was a rare sight, even without their tattoo being active, he was way faster and highly trained, more than enough to deal with the average street thug. Though with one of their opponents being delt with, she was sure he would have a much easier time dealing with the other one if they were alone, and if the group was beaten fast enough, they probably wouldn't be any need for her to deal with the men herself. It was a relaxing thought since she didn't want to ruin her final outfit, as she had no more spares in the trunk of her car, that would be a true tragedy.

Tyr meanwhile was still focused on the battle, while one opponent was down they still had another one to deal with, his wounds weren't anything he was too concerned about, he took bigger wounds than that before, and he was sure they would heal, plus he could always get a Tattoo of Health from Noa after the battle. Though he couldn't say the same about his outfit, which now had a few holes in them, though they supposed Noa would buy him a new one once the battle was over with. Though Tyr knew that being on the defensive would only lead to more wounds, and eventually them getting overwhelmed. They looked at the ground finding their cloak laying their and made a rush to grab it, before bringing it up in order to shield them, hoping that it's heavy padding would be enough to stop the air like needle projectiles. So they charged forward, being sure to weave through and dodge what they could as they moved forward, but once they were close enough, they would through their cloak at their opponent figuring that it's weight may catch them a bit off guard, before trying to weave around them and move in for a attack from behind.

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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, Toru
HUNKS IN THE CITY

"Hm." Tri scratched his chin, gaze flickering between Jozef and Celeste. He considered homicide. Then again, HPs were rare and it totally wasn't like him to abandon missions midway because it became a pain. Cool people didn't do that unless they were mad demons and he wasn't supposed to be a mad demon until next Thursday.

"Well, fine." He waved Jozef and Celeste away, sighing heavily. This was the only thing Celeste show interest so far, too. Making friends was difficult. "Say you are from Serpents. Also. Be cool."

Besides, Markus said something that made sense, even if he hurt his feelings by not shaking hands. They could have been reluctant rivals working against a greater force. Civilians usually ran away from trouble and he usually caused them, but he wasn't causing troubles yet, so someone else should be. He turned to Nikolai and Shadow Guy(?).

"Don't worry, I expected this." He didn't, but he always wanted to say that. "While runts Celeste and Jozef help around, we'll return to the hotel room and grab the chemical weapons. That way we can kill whatever that's there easier. I marked the window for this purpose. Now,"

With one hand on his hip, Tri pointed coolly (so cool) around the corner. His jacket fluttered in the wind as he pivoted (so cool). "Onward. Crash through the window with my heart boxer and grab our weapons. And my Lovemaker 3000."

And just as Tri made a few running steps-

"Oh, right. Markus-chan, you aren't invited." He gave Markus a middle finger. This was for refusing his handshake. "Stay away from my hotel room, perv."

And off Tri started running! His arms pointed straight back in a Naruto run.

The run was surprisingly fast, though. He was an HP, after all.


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Kaede Shimokōbe
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Eastern Edge of Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
a bunch of names, interaction with Rin Chiyase
The dragon and the Phoenix
Her feet broke the silence in quick succession, thud thud, short-lived crescendos that were punctuated by shallow breaths. Kaede sprinted through the abandoned streets, the exception being the stragglers that grappled for their belongings, and swerved at the corner. The familiar sight of the source of the commotion unfolded in the distance similar to a mirage. Or maybe a nightmare was more accurate.

The persuasion was cut short by the wobbles of the large silhouette that oversaw them. A visual representation of their faltering faith as the Phoenix King freed herself and the Dragon took to flight. Chaos, it was chaos. The large pillar that had threatened to raze the nearby buildings to the ground in its collision, shrunk to its original size, and became a blurred dot. Brown eyes flittered in tandem with unruly heartbeats for her companion before they settled on the form within the giantess' arms.

Safe. Kaede released the breath she had been withholding and slowed her pace. Fly-away strands of dark hair waved at the periphery of her line of sight, little foreboding slivers of darkness that told her future if she were to fail here. Well, maybe it wasn't that bad of a choice. The brunette reined in her breaths alongside feet and came to a halt once reunited with the car. The trusty hunk of metal was, to her surprise, still there. But so were the dragons- and more were on the way.

One after another, the gang members started to arrive and provided additional eyewitnesses to the battle; additional cooks for the pot that was boiling into a muddy mess. The white-collar woman craned her neck, a rare occurrence, to size her newfound company and proceeded to roll the sleeves of her white dress shirt up. "Long story short- Lyric is being controlled," Kaede smoothed her hair back, pressed it slick to her head as any other hairstyle than a sleek bun was impractical with its current length. It appeared that the horned youth had assumed her to be friendly, and she wouldn't waste any time to take advantage of that.

"I have an idea though." Her reflection in the nearby shop window was a determined one, set in stone with slanted brows. "I can help her if you get me close." Kaede passed a look from their King to the girl and pulled her shirt up. White fabric wrinkled over pale skin in an unveiling of the canvas of waist and ribs.

Brush strokes leapt off the monochrome woven fabric of skin and coloured it in the shape of a familiar Phoenix- their gang symbol. She remembered the youth from back when the dragons had stirred trouble and when Helva had addressed her. "-I'm one of you." Brown eyes pierced the girl and presented a second plea beside the bird that spread its wings on the waves of oblique.

"You do want to help your King, don't you?"


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YONG-YUT SOMSRI
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Isaiah, Kanna, Meirin, Shen
Helva, Kaede, Maho, Rin, Vulken
The Dragon and the Phoenix
Yong-Yut didn’t see what was happening. Like the Kings before her, she was focused. Her brows furrowed at Lyric’s almost unmoving stare. But then, the King’s gaze softened.

“Lyr—”

The King broke free, making Yong-Yut flinch backwards. She blinked, but when her eyes opened, she could not see anything but the huge fingers of the giantess that held her and the light that broke through between them.

That only lasted a moment. Soon after, the sun shone directly into her eyes again. But, more importantly, the ground below her seemed to escape her feet. With nothing to stand on, the force of gravity worked against her.

She forced air into her lungs with a shaky breath. The clouds got farther. She flew by illusionary arrows.

This wasn’t the first time she fell, but, last time, she was prepared. This time was different. The scarf around her flailed as she cut through the atmosphere with her body. Her clothes expanded to trap the air.

Was she going to splatter? She wasn’t fond of the idea.

What would happen to…

Air erupted from her lungs and her clothes alike as she landed in Meirin’s arms. She was still falling, and the clothes pressing into her skin was painful, but she was safe. Yong-Yut grabbed onto her for the short remainder of the fall.

Once they landed, and as Meirin put Yong-Yut down, she scrambled to her feet. She took a moment to catch her breath.

The Phoenix surveyed the area as Meirin spoke, noting Rin’s arrival and— Kaede, in her true form. An idea seemed to come to life in her head at the sight of the woman. Maybe.. It would work.

Her eyes shifted to the King and the Dragon, giving a slight nod.

Lyric didn’t seem to notice or recognize Yong-Yut, so she shuffled, leaning towards Meirin and grabbing her qipao. “You won’t win. Avoid hitting or getting hit. Lead her to that woman,” she whispered, pointing to Kaede. “She’ll help us.”

She let go and stepped away. Scanning for the any other arriving gang members, she wandered in the direction of the car. She placed her hand on the trunk, preparing to potentially open it.



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"BANDY"
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, Upper Central District — 3rd Floor, Chikage's office
PARTICIPANTS:
Boltius, Ashley, Gideon, Tatsuya, Inigo, Eric, (NPCs)
TACTICAL MAYHEM
Bandy bent forward in his seat to pick up the phones, placing them, one at a time, on the District Captain’s desk.

“You’re absolutely right. Marriage seems very bland,” said Callista. Flipping open one of the cheap burners, Bandy’s eyes went up at her, his expression vague. The way she fanned herself with a manila folder made him cock a brow, inwardly amused by her posh behaviors.

She continued on, speaking of men and flavors of the day, and approached him.

Bandy faced her way in his chair, appearing bored with her words, and kept his eyes on her, his attention divided from the folder she dropped on the desk, even as it slid his way.

She leaned close then, the second time since they’d met, but somehow… this time, Bandy was wiser. Her reaction to his wearing a ring contrasted her actions now, so he concluded that Callista was merely matching his strides. And when her smile dropped— “...Is that what you wanted to hear?” —Bandy finally smirked.

“Is ‘at a real question?” he matched her tone, being rhetorical.

Silence followed. Then, Callista turned away, running her mouth about ‘grit’ and ‘real men’ and ‘the likes of him’ (Bandy), but Bandy only shook his head, grinning as he toyed with the burner phone in his lap, navigating to the call history.

“What do you think those burners are for?” asked Callista.

“Dunno, calls history’s wiped on this one.” Bandy tossed the phone onto the desk—there was an unexpected tapping against the back of his head, to which he jerked forward in the office chair and threw his hand up, whirling around in the same motion to find a smiling Jericho, the sight of which elicited from Bandy a heavy sigh of relief.

He’d been too absorbed in the blonde beauty to notice the other’s quiet entrance.

“Uh, who is this pretty lady”

“The looks-can-be-deceivin’ type, ‘at’s who.” Bandy felt the loose curl of Jericho’s tail around his wrist but paid it no heedance, for he’d grown used to it. Enough so that it went almost completely unnoticed. “Lookin’ fer Kuzma’s arrest file, is what I’m’s doin’. Dunno ‘bout Twinkle Toes over theres.” Bandy nodded his head sideways in gesturing at Callista as he turned into the Captain’s desk, sitting proper. That’s when he spotted the name on the file that Callista had previously been fanning her face with.

Well, what d’ya know.

Bandy snatched up the file and spread it open. “‘Parently I done found it.” A blatant dismissal of credit to Callista. Purple eyes scanned the folder’s contents, seeking. Whether or not Jericho’s tail still hooked his wrist, he hadn’t noted it.

When a moment passed, he mumbled something to himself. The papers within the folder; he folded them into a neat square, and stood to tuck them in his back pocket, concluding his errand. After that, he looked to Callista, asking, “What’s gotchu so absorbed?”
BANDY/POST NOTES
— —POST RECAP: Bandy and Callista are snooping through Chikage's office when Jericho shows up and gives Bandy a startle. Bandy finds the arrest file he came looking for.

— —CHIKAGE'S OFFICE: The office is a wide, open-spaced room and very tidy. [X Reference X] Apart from the work space, there is a bar and lounge area.

(Interacting w/ Callista, Jericho)
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GIDEON GRAY
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
NOPD, First Floor Break Room
PARTICIPANTS:
Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Tatsuya, Callista, Dyne
TACTICAL MAYHEM
That was Gideon's last chance. With his final offer rejected, Gideon had no choice but to fight. As Eric took his fighting stance, Gideon leaned down into his own stance. When Gregory would strike, Gideon decided that he'd simply have to dodge and lob a bomb at him. His comrades were fighting above them, and Gideon knew that he would have to play his part

But then the ceiling caved down on them.

Gideon stumbled backward out of harm's way, a cloud of debris and dust obscuring his vision. Once the dust cleared, Gideon was greeted by the sight of a white haired officer covered in soot, wounds, and unmistakable charring.

"Wh--" Gideon was stunned to silence, even as Gregory and this 'Ini' guy greeted each other like it was any ol' weekday of work. He looked up into the Inigo-sized hole in the ceiling and then back down, his mouth agape. Gideon was tempted to pull out his walkie-talkie and ask who sent the officer down the floor. But he feared that if he kept asking so many questions while his comrades were so busy fighting, he'd come off as a nuisance.

"I am not one of Gregory's 'pals,'" Gideon said, feigning indignance and falling into the habit of introducing himself using his villain speech, "I am the Great Eville, the soon-to-be overlord of New Oasis. Bow down to me, my dear barbequed peon."

Despite the bombastic introduction though, Gideon was highly aware that he was oh-so fucked. He was already worried about fighting Gregory, so just how was he supposed to fight both Gregory and Ini?

"Is that your coworker? Partner? Boyfriend?" Gideon asked Eric, "You probably should get him to a hospital. Those burns look like no joke. They could get infected if they're not treated soon."

As he spoke though, Gideon began backing up towards the entrance. He grabbed the coffee machine, which miraculously survived the falling rubble, and as he backed up, he put a finger gun against its water canister. Gideon was going to take the coffee machine hostage during his escape.

But then, a genius idea struck Gideon. He armed the pipe bomb in his hand and chucked it at the ceiling. If he could make the ceiling cave in on both of the officers, that would be two problems solved with one stone. Work smarter, not harder, as the saying went. Gideon didn't wait to see the fruits of his efforts though, he simply turned his tail and sprinted out of the break room, still hugging the coffee machine.

"Suck it, losers!" Gideon gloated with a shout as he rounded a corner.

Unfortunately for him though, the pipe bomb simply fell to the ground with a harmless clatter and remained there. It had failed to detonate.

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SEBASTIAN SE
LOCATION:
Side of the Road, East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Chikage, Sebastian
The Dragon and the Phoenix
What do you call a day of attempted vehicular manslaughter, hotpot, and some actually interesting paperwork? A very good day, of course.

That morning, Sebastian had been blessed to hear that he would be a part of a team of attorneys prosecuting a very well-known name in New Oasis. That name of course being the dethroned King of the Serpents himself. The discovery phase of the trial was going to be a monumental task. When the entire team had stared down the stack of papers they'd need to leaf through compared to the measly stack they finished, the lady leading the team had decided that it would be a good idea to break for an early lunch before everyone became too dispirited. Sebastian of course had decided to go to the East, his palate aching for the hotpot he grew up with.

That had been over two hours ago. And Sebastian's lunch break was only half an hour. Needless to say, something had happened.

On the way back, Sebastian had caught sight of a scuffle, evidently, gang-related. As a defender of the law, Sebastian couldn't just ignore it. But what was a good way to take down a whole group of gangsters who all had potentials? That's right. In the same way that many characters had been injured in Arc 2. Vehicular assault.

"Geronimo!!" Sebastian had exclaimed as he put the pedal to the metal and drove his car, roaring with fury, into the group of gangsters. His heart pounded with glee, and he did his best to drive out the nagging thought in his mind that perhaps running over gangsters wasn't really 'justice.' He would never forget the feeling of being thrown back into his seat as the car impacted with at least three of them all at once and quickly decelerated.

One trip to the repair shop and four gangsters admitted into the hospital later, Sebastian was left on the side of the road, carless but sure as hell not regretting a single thing. It was only then that he realized with a start that perhaps he would need to inform the prosecution team that he was going to be running late. Quite late. The next bus wasn't slated to arrive within half an hour.

But when he rang the number, the call connected with garbled static and a glitchy phone screen. After almost dropping the phone in surprise, Sebastian quickly realized that something was wrong. Something must have happened at the police station. But with no car, there was no way for Sebastian to rush back to the station.

That was when he heard sirens. Loud and shrill, they were still like an angel's song, providing him mercy. Sebastian whirled around at the side of the road to catch sight of a familiar jeep, the lights on the top screaming a warning as it blazed down the road. With a smirk, Sebastian said to himself, "There's my ride. Chikage-senpai, you're a god among men."

With that, Sebastian stuck a thumb out at Chikage's vehicle, intending to hitchhike back to the station. With his other hand, he excitedly waved to try to get Chikage's attention. "Chikage-senpai! Over here!"

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"BLITZ" - PROGRESSION POST: HAVOC PT. 2
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, Upper Central District — Second floor
PARTICIPANTS:
Boltius, Ashley, Gideon, Roza, Tatsuya, Inigo, Eric, (NPCs)
TACTICAL MAYHEM
Once Ashley was gone, Boltius continued to focus his potential. His body still raged with wild-dancing flame that licked at the air, the heat’s plume distorting the image around him in an undulating motion, but the temperature had, at least, ceased to rise; though, he wasn’t accustomed to maintaining extremes for prolonged periods of time.

In the meantime, Ashley exerted himself to provide Dinara with an escape by punching a massive hole in the wall. Having not been paying attention, Boltius thought another fight was ensuing until he scanned the hall and gauged the situation, spotting Dyne as she leaped from the new ledge.

“So what's the next move, Blitz? Your call,” said Ashley.

Their eyes met and Bolt’s flames died. Then he looked to Dyne.

“I'm leaving now. Your choice if you want me to bring you and the cute boy out, Darling!” she called.

Boltius flexed his hands, clenching two tight fists then splaying them repetitively. He squatted down, pushed back up, straightening fully for the first time since he’d been hit by that damned disk. And he said to Dyne, “Thanks, but no thanks, chick. I can still move, so I’mma keep goin’,” showing no signs of acknowledgement toward her flying partner. “Take care of her,” he added, nodding to Roza.

In response to Ashley’s question, Boltius rolled his shoulder. “Riot…” he glowered, “Take it all down.”

We’ll destroy every last precinct in this goddamn district if we have to.

Just then, the earth shook, sending a rumble throughout the building. Boltius widened his stance for balance.

Through the hole of Ashley’s handiwork in the building’s exterior, one could glimpse a massive section of the CDPD’s concrete barrier collapse, filling the air with dust. In that same instance, a white Hummer came diving through, airborne, and kissed the ground with a crunch. The front bumper clattered off. Officers scurried.

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Barbados and Boo followed not long after the Hummer, from which three other Phoenixes filed out with little to no hesitation.

They commenced battle with the police. Elsewhere, on all surrounding sides of the property, more Phoenixes were making their grand entrances.
BOLTIUS/POST NOTES
— —Current Temperature: Neutral

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

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

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

— —POST RECAP: Boltius regains an ounce of control over his potential and manages to shut it off. He gives Ashley the order to destroy the building. Barbados and Boo, along with other Phoenixes on all surrounding sides of the property, break through the concrete barrier put up by Clipton Woodrow in an earlier post.

(Interacting w/ Ashley, Dyne, Also Everyone)
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NPC Post - Thelma & ???
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Jackson
THE HALL OF INSIGHT
"Not a thing!" Thelma's voice was distant but still indelibly present. "Can hear you swell, though! You have a pretty voice!" They pushed forward as they spoke, groping at the wall to guide themselves as they dredged through the darkness.

"What about you, bud?" They called back to Pascal. They'd not been keeping very close track of their impromptu partner in crime, trusting in the sound of the dim, careful footsteps that plodded after them. They had quite a bit of pride in their sense of hearing, sharpened as it was by just how often they happened to be left to wander about without their glasses. They'd blamed it on the darkness before, but walking into walls wasn't exactly a new thing for them. There was a reason they usually kept so many spares on them.

Unfortunately, though, they'd not been allowed to carry their backpack during the show. Their thoughts turned to their cache of spares for a moment, sitting lonely and forlorn within the cheap, faux-leather of their bag, before the back of their neck bristled, and they felt a hand upon their shoulder.

"Ah, getting a bit close there, aren't you p-" Their voice hung in the air, and then vanished. A faint echo remained in its place, which then quickly fizzled out within the dark. Silence held for a few moments more, before there was a snap of noise. A dull thud, joined by the scent of old, sun-bleached dust.

"Uh, hello?" A new voice filled the dark— feminine, dull, and confused. "Thought I heard someone 'round here? Anybody about? I've been wanderin' around in this pit for ages."

The voice sat between Pascal and Jackson. As they drew closer the scent of iron, faint and obscured by dust, would present itself.

 
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