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Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (Rose District) The Lazyboy Casino, Heading to VIP - Click
Interacting: Misa
Wearing: Click - Formal Attire: Black Pants; Black Blazer; Black Long-sleeve Undershirt tucked into his pants

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Malik flattens his lips at Misa, "Mmh. Mmhm." But even so, he does as told and leaves the booth, catching a glimpse of Misa as she approaches their target, at which he rolls his eyes before vanishing through the bathroom doors, suitcase in hand.

He stands before a mirror and gazes stoically at the reflection staring back at him.

The suit he wears is somewhat wrinkled due to lack of ironing and cheap material. Perhaps he'll buy a new one if this little operation goes well. He runs a hand down the left lapel of his unbuttoned blazer, smoothing it out, then brushes it through his hair, only for the silver strands to fall back into place.

After a moment, he decides that Misa has had plenty of time, if not too much, to seduce their target, so he heads out of the bathroom and starts in the direction of his table. However, once he sees Misa, his expression distorts into a foul glower. She occupies the lap of their target, and their faces are close--the suitcase unattended at the man's side.

Malik nears their table, placing his own case at the foot of the booth--and in one swift motion, he drags Misa from where she sits, squeezing her bicep tightly--enough so that it might even bruise later. He curses in a low growl, "What the fuck are you doing?" Then his voice grows louder. He jerks her to her feet and presses his forehead against hers, "What have I told you about this shit!? How many times will you run behind my back and... and..." He searches for the words with flickering eyes. "You fucking slut!"

Malik raises a hand at Misa, preparing to slap her, but the suitcase man is quick to move her out of the way.

"Hey! What is wrong with you!" he demands from Malik, shoving him hard, at which point Malik forms a sensorial link between them, and he grins connivingly. Confused, the man shoves him again, "What's so funny? Don't you know that's not how you treat a woman!?" He shoves him a third time, and Malik knocks him a good one across the jaw, causing him to stagger.

The man swings at Malik but misses, feeling himself being pulled down by the shoulders, where Malik rams a knee into his gut before pushing him to the ground.

He lay there in pain, curled into a ball on the floor. Ruthless as he is, Malik shows no mercy and begins kicking him over and over. The others around the lounge have either left in a panic or are too hopped up on drugs to even care. Still kicking the man, he awaits Misa's confirmation that the job has been done.

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Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (Rose District) Somewhat South-side, nearby Rose Winter Park
Interacting: Mercy, Omar, Yelena
Wearing: Click - Reindeer Costume; Prosthetic Legs to match his costume; Tactical Pocket Vest; Waist holster and satchel

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Mercy looks around the snowy-veiled park with indifferent, lidded eyes, seemingly uninterested and bored by the surrounding nothingness.

Having been crouched, Silva is standing now, tapping his metal foot at a rapid pace and creating a slushy of snow beneath it. He's an impatient one, eager to keep his body moving by his adrenaline addiction, as sitting still is Soooooo booooooring! Like, give me somet'ing to dooo!

All of the sudden, he feels Mercy tugging on the fabric of his costume, and he blinks down at her through his goggles. She points at something--a somewhat tall woman with piercing eyes hovering above the ground in their direction, a woman whom Silva does not recognize.

”Greetings,” she says--a Russian accent, Silva assumes.

He better positions himself between her and Mercy, riding the woman's figure with his eyes and squinting on a crooked smile beneath his mask.

"Wassup, señorita sexy!?" a goofy laugh ripples from his throat. He stands tall, eye-to-eye with the floating blonde, but is hunkered slightly forward. He shakes his arms at his sides, wiggles his fingers, bends his knees, and so forth--all of it to keep his blood flowing.

The woman's eyes fall on Mercy--and they narrow with disfavor as if the girl's presence is an inconvenience. Then, she says, ”Ah. I see. You are sitting on the baby. Fine. I will crush you another time. Dasvidaniya." With that, she turns to leave, and Silva cocks his head curiously.

"Danza wut?" he mutters. Just then, "Seriously," a voice calls out nearby, causing Silva to jump as he whips around to see Omar running toward him, "you got a death wish or something? Kidnapping Mercy, what were you thinking? This is the worst thing you can do."

Silva sputters some strange noises as if fighting to remember how to speak, then manages, "Wha-Wha-Whatchu mean, Jacko!? Silva kidnaps nobody! La dama told me to watch'er, mane, you hear?" he points to his own ears as if to illustrate the question. Briefly, he glances back in the direction of the mysterious lady.

"Escucha, amigo! I need to run! Take over for me, yeh?!" Without giving Omar much time to answer, indicating that what he spoke was more so an order than a request, Silva turns away and starts after the Russian visitor, whose tracks are hard to follow being that she left none behind. He manages to find her again beyond the boundaries of the park.

The canister hooked to his right hip bursts open into a mass of thousands of colorful, glowing specks, and with a swift motion of his hand, as he steps up, the pixels take the form of a rectangular surface beneath his foot. He makes contact with it for only a second before stepping up with his other foot, where the pixels once again form a surface beneath him at such a rapid pace that he has no time to fall. Through this, Silva literally runs through the air, as if climbing a set of stairs, until he reaches a height of twenty feet above the Russian woman and just drops.

The pixels take the form of a sturdy umbrella that will not cave under the pressure of wind, and allow him to gradually float down. However, before his feet touch the ground, he deconstructs the umbrella and returns the pixels to their canister where they become condensed and conformed to the shape of the said container, also becoming the lid itself.

He lands sturdy from a five foot drop, meeting the woman's eyes and halting her in her tracks. "Ahoraaaa... espere un momento, señora," he laughs, "You come and go so fast. Got me heart-broke. You want to play, no?"

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Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (North District) Heading to the Mansion
Interacting: Akimitsu
Wearing: Click - Black and white kitten onesie; Black boots (x); Black gloves (x); Bag (x)

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Camaree gasps to see the thief suddenly collapse with a splash of blood from his leg.

Looking in the direction from whence the attack came, she recognizes Akimitsu Grossi as a fellow rookie of the Albino Tigers, and a sense of security washes over her.

Quickly, she rushes toward the evildoer to retrieve her bag. She secretes a clear ointment from her hands and lets it drip into the man's wound, then she pats him on the forehead and says in a soft voice, "Find new hobbies," before turning away.

Nearing Akimitsu, Camaree bends forward into a deep bow. "Camaree thanks you," she expresses, looking back up to meet his eyes, "You are going to the party? Camaree would like company."

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First Rose

First to Bloom, but Last to Blossum









Ruthe


S. S. Vice Elder












  • Location: Joanna's Brother's Car






    The initiative in her, she liked that; as Joanna made haste to take on the skinnier Albino, Ruthe's attention was however taken by the uncanny glow in the man's eyes. It seemed Jo did as well as she moved to evade the incoming projectile. She watched it zip across the alley, thankfully being the car's width away, though not so lucky to still be in range of its blow. Her brows rose as she quickly ducked behind the car to avoid the flying debris of concrete, pushing a small high-pitched tune of air through her pursed lips. So one of them had laser vision.

    Just as quickly getting back to her feet, she took a look back across the way at Joanna as she strode back over to the passenger side of the vehicle. The Vice Elder watched the girl move around the man's efforts, impressed to see she could hold her own. Rutheless, kicking her legs out the side of the vehicle as she reapplied a black gloss over her lips, watches the ordeal take place before her, and it only escalated as the big one joined in, Skern was it-?..."Skern..." Ruthe repeated. Did she know a Skern? A mental shrug, she wouldn't know, she knew a lot of men. With an innocent look toward the keys in the ignition, the woman contemplated using the advantage she had and simply running the lot of them over.- The familiar roll of weed soon found its way between her lips...- No harm in forming a casualty for her own benefit, was there? She chuckled at the feasibility that came to mind as she let a cloud of smoke exit her nose, her own casual undermindment of another's life amused her. Hmmmm, how was she to deciiiiiiiidddeee?

    Fortunately for her, the familiar hum of voices came to aid. She blinked a few times through licks of disorientation that threatened to take her under, having her mind already filled with the sound of others. Ruthe's eyes glazed over, once, twice, three times, in an unnerving pattern. her lips quivered as they moved in a verbal sequence, yet no sounds came out. Finally, before she'd get taken too deep, Ruthe lifted a hand to her head to level her state of mind. For the 30 seconds that had passed by, it had felt like an hour, yet that was all that was needed. Her decision was made.

    "Wanna see how fast we can break them...?"

    Joanna's question wasn't answered with a reply, rather the fast advance of wheels as they sliced through the snow. The lot of them looked in her direction just in time to see a pile of snow get sent flying toward them as Rutheless had sweeped the wheels of her board across the snow, the move causing a distraction as the white slush was set toward the two men. "Ah-..challenge accepted..." The words came out of her mouth just as she came flying toward the big stocky man, already clenching his teeth in gripe as the edge of white bone stuck out of his forearms and wiping the snow from his face. With a running start, her heels crunching through the sno, she quickly brought her skateboard alongside her abdomen, lifting it diagonally in preparation for a large blow toward his face, and as she predicted, he lifted his arms before him once again. A crooked grin slid across her face as she brought the flat face of the board right onto the two bone spikes that had already punctured his skin. A wet ripping sound conjured from his arms as the one known as Skern let out yet another yowl of agony alongside his backward steps. Though this time, his yell was filled with more anger.

    "FuckING!- GRAgH!!" he raged before the familiar sound of his bubbling throat hinted his attack. Abruptly halting her gape to advance, Rutheless quickly brought the board before her as the hot sticky ooze shot out his mouth, nearly encasing the piece of wood within her hands. In quick reaction, she dropped it. Disheartened by the ruined longboard. Hastily following his attack of acid although, was a large fist that comes toward her, Ruthe merely glares before she turns on a 90 degree and throws a foot right to the pit of his stomach. Not only a foot, but a sharp heel that stops his incoming fist near instantly as he leaned forward to take in the blow, all the while a mouthful of acid came out of his mouth from the impact. Instinctively moving to the side to evade the small portion of acid, it lands beside her, though she still had to take careful steps in order to avoid the other puddles of acidic bile, already being hard enough with the effects of the dope.

    While Rutheless was trying to bypass the hazards upon the ground, Skern used the initiative and grabbed her before pulling her in. Then proceeding to coil his massive arms around her in an effort to crush her. A warm crimson liquid seeped down her legs, staining the distrubed snow below her, as the bones that had gone through his forearms punctured her shoulders. Ruthe clenched her teeth in consequence, now, she was getting quite annoyed. With a swift turn of her head, an uncanny crack resonated from her neck as she was suddenly facing Skern, being only a nose distance away as she let out an ear splitting hiss. Her hair no longer black simple strands of hair, but a horde of malicious intentiful snakes who bared their vicious fangs.

    The brute's eyes enlarged in surprise as he let out a small startled yelp; his grip loosening just as well. Only but a devious smirk prowled along her cheeks as she managed to bring up her arms and send her 3 inch long, claw-like acrylics into his skin and slicing them down the whole length of his arm; all the while she lifted a foot before bringing it down into his crotch. The last blow managed to free her from his grasp, and she couldn't help but grin toward the man as he held his groin, muttering to her amidst his pain. "You're-..d-DeAD Bitch..!" He groaned. The snakes hissed in reply to his words, at this point, eager to take part as well. Rutheless just as well answered with,

    "Well I doubt there's a reason to start calling people names, don't you think?" Her words followed with a chortle from the back of her throat. Having to lift her hands to her chin and head to help her twist her head back in place. Biting her tongue as she did so.

    Skern, now unable to use his arms as they blistered and swell in consequence of the venom within her nails, held no words in return, rather, another mouthful of hot bubbling ooze. The VIce Elder let out a disinterested sigh before quickly lowering to a split, thankfully fast enough due to the snow as the acid flew past her head. Promptly, Ruthe then turned to Joanna, "-and how are you doing over there, love?" She asked. "You think I could have a turn with the skinny one?"




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Cracker

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Sonny Gomali | Sapphire Dragons - Rookie | Location: East District - Central District in Rose Winter Park | Interactig/Mentioned: Erich Silva, Omar Ayad | Outfit: Shirt, Pants/Shoes, Jacket (not exact)

Walking along the sidewalk, covered by a blanket of snow, Sonny hunkers over with his arms wrapped around himself. His thin jacket did little to keep him warm, though Nionet started hiding her own in attempt to prevent Sonny from stealing them, so he has to deal with it.

A gust of wind rushes through the air, blowing ice cold snow in Sonny's face, which forces him to drop to the ground in a crouched position. He shivers and groans, silently cursing to himself, "Whthfck, whysitsodamncold? Whatmievendoin?"

He peaks his eyes over his folded arms, which now hug his knees, and scans the area for anything to ring a bell in his mind. He had come all the way out here for something, but he just can't remember what the hell it was...

A car zooms through the street, black in color, but it's too fast to distinguish the model. A loud screech echoes from the direction it went as it drifts around the corner and out of sight.

"Tsk," He squints his eyes, annoyed by the driver's recklessness.

"Idiots can't drive like a decent human being nowadays, always putting other people's lives at risk. Got them daredevils pulling stupid ass stunts in the street-" Something clicks in his mind in that moment, and he remembers why he came out here.

"Daredevil..." A huge grin rolls across his face. He burst from the ground like a firework and sets off sprinting in a random direction, not really paying attention to where he might end up. All that was important is that he get somewhere.

Coming out of the East District and into the Rose District, Sonny is seen charging forward like a bull that caught a glimpse of something red in the distance. His grin remains bright and wide on his face the entire time, despite being bothered by the freezing temperatures earlier. It's like no extreme temperatures could beset him now that he actually remembered something; A feeling that normally brings overwhelming relief to him, since having short-term memory loss can be quite frustrating.

After a minute of sprinting with ease, which is only refreshing for him and barely exhausting, Sonny comes upon the Rose Winter Park. Dashing into its borders, he comes to an abrupt halt when he sees the one person he same here for, Silva, running off in the distance.

Though, during his attempt to stop, a hidden object, covered by snow, catches his foot and sends him flying in the air, to which he then crashes into a four-foot tall snowman, decorated exactly like the typical ones seen in movies--it has a black and white checkered scarf, a carrot for a nose, pebbles for its eyes and mouth, and buttons running down the middle ball that acts as the torso.

However, the once happy snowman, standing tall and beaming with inanimate-object-pride, is now a large pile of crunchy snow with a red-headed boy on top. Dinner is served~

Sonny is quick to raise his head, letting out a loud disturbing groan, and he then whines, "Silvyyyyy! No...." He tosses his arm out and dramatically reaches for the Vice Elder, but he's already out of sight.

Dropping his face into the snow with defeat, Sonny let heavy sigh. The entire reason he came here was to hang out with Silva, having been deprived of that privilege for a few weeks due to Silva's time with Nionet. That whore, always takin' Silvy's attention... He thinks bitterly, though he doesn't really mean it.

Upon pushing himself up and onto all-fours and sitting back onto his heels, he catches a glimpse of a figure in the corner of his eye. Jerking his head to the left, Omar Ayad is seen standing ten feet from him.

"AHH SHIT! SCARY PUN'KIN DUDE!" Sonny screams, fumbling backwards and fighting the ground to push himself away from the Jack O' Lantern.

Once he stops, an expression of disgust dawns his face and he glares at Omar, where he then waits for a response, dreading it at the same time.

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Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (North District) The Mansion (the Lounge)
Interacting: Alistair
Wearing: Click - White T-shirt; Stolen watch; Black and white, striped pants; White tennis shoes; Black headband

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"Long time no see, you blind bat," Alistair pulls C.C.'s headband over his eyes, earning a snicker from the other as he lifts part of it with a thumb and peeks out, "True that."

Their faces are close and the whiskey scent of C.C.'s breath is strong. Speaking of, without backing down, C.C. lifts the Jack to his lips and turns it up, all the while keeping his gaze on Alistair's.

"Any plans lately? I don’t think I’ve even seen the birthday girl yet."

C.C. exhales dramatically, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, and shakes his head. "Not really... I saw her earlier this morning and gave her some random knick-knacks that I stole from the DG." C.C. vanishes. Seconds later, he appears again with an empty glass, fills it with Jack, then hands it to Alistair.

"We could go find her..." he hiccups, "Maybe go cause some trouble somewhere..."

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FabulousTrash

RpNation's local Neko and Quiplash Champion
Katsura Kanna - Sapphire Dragons - Ace
Location:
Rose District, The Dark Dragoon
Interactions: Nakazajo Chikage ( Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean )
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Kanna's eyebrow raised slightly as she listened to Chikage's question. It was perfectly normal for someone to worry about another, but given Chikage's demeanor, it was a bit weird hearing him sound worried. However, Kanna didnt put too much thought into it.

"Nothing serious from what I saw. There were burns on her neck and the collar of her dress was charred slightly, but otherwise she was fine."

Kanna glanced at the clock at the nearby wall. It was getting late. The ceremony would probably be over soon. Kanna looked around the room before waving the Chinese woman from before over.

"Leaving already?"
"Unfortunately so."
"Is fine, always tomorrow!"

Kanna couldnt help but smile. She admired Ming-Ming's optimism and wished she could be the same sometimes.

"You can charge it to my tab. I cant stay around to pay now. Also, if I may, I'd like to take the bottle home."
"Of course, of course. Happy New Years!"
"To you as well."

The woman took the glasses from Kanna and Chikage, waiting for when he was done drinking whatever water was left, then brought them to the back to be washed. She returned moments later with a brown bottle bag, placing it on the counter then went to check on the other patrons. Kanna picked her jacket up from the stool, holding Chikage's out towards him. Once he took his jacket, she would put her own on and grabbed the sake bottle, putting it in the brown wine bag and then waited until Chikage was ready to go.

Once he gave her the good-to-go, she nodded and led him out the bar and down the street towards the East District.

"Its not a long walk. We'll be there in 10 minutes."
 

Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (South District) Fighting in a back alley somewhere
Interacting: Ruthe and Two Disguised Officers
Wearing: Click - Black Beanie; Black Scarf/Mask; Oversized Hoodie; Oversized Cargo Pants; Combat Boots; Black Backpack

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These are the people going around killing Sable Serpents? No wonder they're only targeting the lower-ranked members.

When Ruthe enters the scrimmage, Jo is quick behind her--a deep-set sprint down the alley toward the two men. As Ruthe targets the larger man, bringing her longboard down into the splinters of bone protruding from his forearms, Jo targets the smaller man to prevent them from playing their little two-on-one game like they've been doing.

Judd swings his cleaver from the left to the right, cutting nothing but air as Joanna slides into a ducked position. He swings some more--more and more, faster and increasingly hectic, but she dodges with ease, creating some distance between herself and him.

Her spine whips through the air then, and a sickening crack ripples through the alley, along with a desperate cry from Judd as he cups a trembling hand against his cheek. Blood gushes between his fingers, soaking the mask that hides his face, and it leaks mercilessly into the snow.

Red light bursts from his eye-sockets, beaming toward Joanna. She jumps into a forward roll and loses her spine as she just barely misses a steaming puddle of acid, warned by the putrid scent that urges her to gag. She's sweating now by the physical exertion and heavy attire--not to mention she's pretty high; though, being ambushed is totally a buzzkill.

Removing her scarf and revealing her face, the bones of her knuckles protrude again--she's growing impatient--reaching a length of six inches this time and mimicking the serrated edges of the last set. Within seconds, she's within close-quarters of Judd and overwhelming him with unpredictable punches. The sound of bone piercing the skin can be heard multiple times--and, with each one, Judd grunts and coughs, becoming slower with his movements as Jo skewers and lacerates him anywhere she can.

Suddenly, however, Judd finds an opening and aims for her neck with his cleaver, swinging with enough force to probably decapitate her. A sharp whack echoes out and Judd's eyes gape at the sight of the crippled edge of his weapon. Joanna's collarbone has grown, conformed, and densified from its original shape and state around her neck, protecting her from the blow.

She grins wildly, following which her fist meets another good time with Judd's gut, and he hunkers forward, dropping his cleaver. As it meets the snowy concrete, the stress-fracture along its edge causes it to fully snap in half. Joanna backs away a bit, hearing Ruthe as she asks, "-and how are you doing over there, love? You think I could have a turn with the skinny one?"

Looking at his state, Joanna sneers something wicked, meeting his eyes. "I don't know if he'll last much longer, but go for it, Boss." Her attention is directed toward the other--Skern, I think it was--and she shakes off the crimson liquid that has accumulated on her serrated knuckles, flinging bits of flesh with it.

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GeorgeTownRaja

Senior Member
Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean

Akimitsu Grossi
The thief has been disabled thanks to Akimitsu using his Jinx and the girl was able to retrieve her bag from him. What's next? The girl approached Akimitsu and says her thanks to him while intentionally revealing her name. He was right. Her name is Camaree. He thought of it as reasonable to introduce himself to avoid coming off as rude to a girl. "Camaree? I see. My name is Akimitsu." He said.

He has a bad feeling that she might belong to a different gang besides his own and he knows how he feels about it when it comes to interacting with a potential enemy as he thought of it as a taboo thing to do. This time, he chose not to feel discomfort o avoid souring his friendship with a stranger. He is even unaware of if she belongs to his gang or not. He might be in for a surprise.

When Camaree told him that there is a party going on, he went into shock. He is very unaware of it. Could it be that today is someone's birthday? He just has to gather more information for himself. Also, he doesn't think Camaree should accompany him yet. He still needs answers before she can do so.

"A party? Crap! Why haven't no one told me about it!? Whose party is it?" Akimitsu asked in dismay.
 

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Ruthe


S. S. Vice Elder












  • Location: Alleyway: Sable Territory





    The Vice Elder had only snickered at Joanna's reply, though before she'd get a look at the other, she'd deal with this one. She could imagine that his throat would be sour from all the mass of acid he was hulking out of his own gullet. It was uncertain, because he only continued, though his aim getting lazier and lax with each one. Rutheless had only danced around them, and by now, she was growing a little bored. With a sigh, she lifted her board from the ground with haste~ a gooey substance still leaking from it~ and twisted on a swivel to send its wood straight into Skern's face. Having already been weakened by the acid, it snapped in two upon compact. Ruthe, disheartened to see her board come to such a fate, walked to his side as he crumpled to the ground. It was about time the man shut his trap. Once at his side, she put a foot on top of his throat, and he gave a forced gag in response; though too weak to do anything about it. Ruthe then leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his mask, snatching it off with ease. "Now who exactly are you.....?" She cooed. Ruthe had walked these streets for years, and Skern and Judd did not ring a single bell inside her mind.

    She clicked a tongue at the unfamiliar sight of his face. Despite the blisters and bruises, she was sure she could have picked out a senior, or hell most likely even a junior, but no...."So my members were killed by lessers..." Apparently. "Aggravating...Gregorie will hear of this.."

    Skern only glared at her, and Rutheless simply stepped off of him. Dismissing him as she strode past Joanna, all the while saying, "Do what you will..." Trusting that Joanna knew what she meant by that. Ruthe shook her head from side to side, "A pity..." she voiced as she neared the poor Judd upon his knees. Tilting her head to the side as she clicked her tongue, Rutheless asked, "Now, you surely won't disappoint, will you?" A humored snort came out of her as she trot over to the battered man. Sensing her approach, he moved to get to his feet, though she stopped that attempt quickly by dropping her rear end on the center of his back. A groan resonated from him as he hit the ground, yet he still made an effort to move. Ruthe on the other hand, made herself comfortable.

    "Oh darling, calm yourself. You aren't going anywhere anytime soon..." Ruthe slyly inclined as she bitterly grabbed the front of his chin and forced him to face her despite his position. The Vice Leader was surprised he was still alive, Joanna had done a number of him, as his blood had yet to cease its flow. Ruthe slid his mask off with her other hand, and unfortunately, as she expected, he was yet another lesser of the Albino Gang. Displeased, she was incredibly displeased, but for some reason, she found his battered face of rage amusing, and she couldn't stop the echo of chuckles that came out the bottom of her throat. A crooked smile even grew along her cheeks as she noticed a glowing light growing from the center of his eyes, almost becoming lost in their bright spectrum as she simply gave them a wasted gaze. It seemed Judd had one last trick up his sleeves...

    A final scream erupted from his lungs as Ruthe was seen thrusting two fingers into his eye sockets. He flailed his limbs, yearning to get away from her grip as she pulled his head backwards toward her chest; a deranged expression sitting upon her stoned face. With a twist of her wrist, a snap echoed through the alleyway as his head now faced in the opposite direction, and just like that, his body laid-...motionless. With that, Rutheless effortlessly pulled her fingers out of his eyes and stood; promptly sliding her bloodied fingers across her tongue. Her head of snakes seemed to have lulled, as her natural visage of hair had returned, for now at least.

    "Now then..." The Vice Elder said as she turned back toward Jo, "As fun as that was, love..." taking a glance around her just to make sure she recognized her surroundings through the cloudiness of her eyes. "I think it's better we take our leave in case these two have brought friends."





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Elenion Aura

One Thousand Club
”What a pain...”
Saito Tadashi
Tadashi was in the temple, observing the memorial service with a few of his gangster brethren and sis... tren. He walked past the row of portraits. He recognized each one. Some had been there for him when he’d needed them. Others he’d hardly spoken to. And now he’d never get the chance. It was all so depressing and philosophical and human. He felt like he needed air, and at the same time felt like he’d only just arrived, like this – being here, honoring their loss – was the very least he could do. Outside of bringing their killers to justice.

He scooped up a crisp bottled water from the refreshments table, tensing up unintentionally at the sight of a large... Man? Tadashi watched with growing understanding as the large ‘not-quite-a-man’ approached their Elder. Nionet had gone above and beyond her station to bring them all together in memorial. Tadashi knew this loss weighed heavy on her, more perhaps than him or the others, more than any of them could know. He would’ve said so. But it was all so troublesome. Paige had arrived, without the Mini Me in tow, which Tadashi didn’t think anything of. For today at least, he was trying to think as little as possible. It wasn’t as troublesome that way.

In a move that could he only described as his body moving on its own, Tadashi approached the burgeoning group and jammed his thumb toward his chest, saying,

”Yo, Elder. I’m available. Just say the word.” He immediately gulped. Crap! What had he gotten himself into. This did not jive with the low profile he had been meticulously cultivating all this time. Why, idiot, why!?

At least he’d managed to keep one hand in his pocket. That was the laissez faire thing to do, right? Was that even the appropriate use of that term!??

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SRUNewman

Maybe I want Happiness not Turds
Jin Masaka-
Once in the garage he looked at the others to see their response. Snake seemed to have a reaction he was expecting. He then gets in his car listening to Snakes remarks about her not thinking this was something he was into. Jin just settles into his seat comfortable in it since he has been driving it for a while just not showboating it like others in his gang. "I would say I'm the type either. This was an older members car who I knew well. He died from the Tsunami but left it to me in his will." Jin as a little smirk. "I figured it was best to keep it in good, but i will say I do enjoy it after all the work I put into it." He revved the engine showing some enjoyment and uses the button to open the garage door. He starts to head towards where he was told the deal was happening. "Alright we should probably figure out what we want to do. Snake I put a lot of trust in you use of your abilities I also want to see you in action."

Misa Tanaka-
Misa was enjoying the way this guy was acting with her. She knew he was hooked and that was something she loved. Making fools out of men was almost like a national pastime for her and it was the only time she felt confident in herself. She was really pulling out all the stops with charming this idiot. She was making sure all his attention was on her with how she was acting. She probably could have just convinced him to hand over the suitcase rather than steal it since he was so wrapped around her finger. "Hey maybe we can go get some privacy soon. This place is a bit to crowd...HEY!!" Before she could finish her sentence Malik walked up behind them and before she could have noticed him he grabbed on to her arm and pulled her away from the man really hard she thought for a second he might have broken her arm. "What a I'm uncultured." She thought. Noticing she was fine though being thrown insults by her partner she starts acting like a guilty girlfriend. "Babe its not what it looks like we were just talking." Then you called me a slut and tried to slap me but the suitcase man stops you before you could. A fight between you two began and I looked and saw that your case was next to his. While the man was distracted she picked up the mans case leaving Malik's and starts to walk off. Before walking away from them though she flicks Malik's ear so he knows its good to go.

Paige Lawson-
Paige was a bit surprised that Nionet was going to do an errand today not angry or anything like that just a bit surprised. She offers Paige a chance to with them but Paige was in no way going to go out today. It was to hard to do anything these last few days and today was the worst of them. She understands that Ni and Pit were probably trying to keep their minds off of it so it makes sense they would go do something in that endeavor. Before she could tell her Elder she would be staying back a new face joins the mix. Tadashi walks up and proclaims he is up for anything she needs him to do. This was a little surprise for Paige since she always saw him avoiding work and just relaxing at HQ any chance he got. Paige looks to Nionet. "I think you are in capable hands I'm going to stay here and try not to cry in front of everyone like the last few days." With that she gives Ni a hug with out much asking and heads off to her husbands memorial alter. Once she gets there almost instantly she falls to her knees and without fail starts crying.
 

FabulousTrash

RpNation's local Neko and Quiplash Champion
Jaiden Wilson - Sable Serpents - Ace
Location:
South District
Interactions: Mixie Edellson ( Cracker Cracker ), Grégoire Tanaka ( Caffeine_Obsessed Caffeine_Obsessed )
Clothing Reference: T-shirt, Jeans, Bomber jacket | Shoes

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And here I thought New Years was going to be boring....

Bundled up in a leather bomber jacket, Jaiden was out and about on the streets, walking towards the abandoned library in the south district. Yesterday, the Serpents had gotten word from a Death Squad member that there was a drug deal going on in the area and that it would need protection. If Jaiden was completely honest, he didnt like the Death Squad at all. He didnt know much about them since Grée, their Elder, didnt say much. Though, it always struck him weird that the Death Squad, people who were supposed to be better in a sense, required help. Regardless, a job was a job. At the very least, Jaiden was hoping to get some action out of it.

Usually, some unfortunate lower ranks would be dealing with stuff like this, but this time Grée piked out Jaiden and the Jack of the Seprents, Mixie, who so happened to be with him at this moment. Jaiden glanced next to him at the girl, then looked back ahead. He had to admit, MIxie was a weird character. When he first met her, Jaiden didnt know what to make of Mixie. She was very childish, to say the least. But what was even weirder was her Jinx. Being able to detach limbs and then making them explode? Jaiden had thought Joanna's bone shit was weird but Mixie was on a completely different level.

Over time however, Mixie had grown on Jaiden and he appreciated her company. She certainly made things more interesting. Jaiden didnt want to admit it, but in a way, Mixie felt like a younger sister of sorts. Though, that secret would go to the grave with Jaiden. He could never bring up the courage to say something like that.

Eventually. the pair would reach the entrance to the library. Jaiden looked around. Grée was no where to be seen.

He's probably on his way...

Jaiden pulled his phone out, going to his messages and tapped on Grée's name, shooting him a quick message.

"We're at the location for the drug deal. Waiting for you."

Jaiden glanced over to Mixie.

"Grée should be here soon. We'll just have to wait for a bit until he shows up."
 

Vahn

New Member
Omar Ayad - Sapphire Dragons - Jack
Location: (Rose District) Rose Winter Park
Interactions: Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean Erich Deon Silva and Cracker Cracker Sonny Gomali

Omar Ayad looked on oddly at the Vice Elder Erich Deon Silva almost expecting some sort of answer or excuse at this point but then Erich Deon Silva had to go and say.

Erich Deon Silva: "Wha-Wha-Whatchu mean, Jacko!? Silva kidnaps nobody! La dama told me to watch'er, mane, you hear?"

Erich Deon Silva then glanced at where the blonde lady had went before speaking again.

Erich Deon Silva: "Escucha, amigo! I need to run! Take over for me, yeh?!"

Before Omar could even reply or utter a response Erich Deon Silva turns away and starts running after the blonde lady which made Omar think to himself that maybe he should not mention this to Nionet Sinblade that Erich Deon Silva was skirt chasing...again. Omar also thought that he should not mention that Erich Deon Silva ran away from watching over Mercy Lawson to chase a blonde lady to Paige Lawson. Maybe just maybe Omar thought that he should just keep this to himself. Suddenly Omar Ayad heard someone screaming near him.

Sonny Gomali: "AHH SHIT! SCARY PUN'KIN DUDE!"

Omar Ayad turns to the Sonny Gomali. This red haired person who seems to be fumbling backwards and fighting the ground to push himself away. Omar Ayad noticed that Sonny Gomali has an expression of disgust on his face and this caused Omar Ayad think Am I wearing my Jack-o'-lantern mask? Why did he call me the pumpkin dude? I need to check... Omar Ayad slowly reaches to his face and grabbed his eyeglasses before removing it. Omar Ayad then made a show of removing a tissue from his jeans back pocket before using it to wipe his glasses as he thought to himself how to respond to this person, do I know this person and why is he calling me Pumpkin dude? Then he heard a different voice in his head.

Jack-o'-lantern: "Interesting...Is he a member of the Sapphire Dragons? Remember not many within the Sapphire Dragons know that you and me are one and the same...There are others watching...You shouldn’t implicate yourself...Omar Ayad and Jack-o'-lantern are two separate entities...As much as I want to know how he knows; we have to keep a low profile.... Answer the poor man in a way we rehearsed"

Omar Ayad would then place his eyeglasses back on his face before readjusting it slightly as he looked at Sonny Gomali. Omar Ayad would readjust the strap of the duffel bag a bit before speaking to this person.

Omar Ayad: "My my how rude...Don't just scream at a person and call him a... what was it you called me again.... a punk dude?... I believe you got the wrong person."

Omar Ayad returned his attention to Mercy Lawson who is now looking at him as Omar Ayad went down on one knee to be at eye level to Mercy Lawson. Omar Ayad showed a smile on his face.

Omar Ayad: "Hi Mercy, your mother told me to help out Uncle Silly in giving you a fun time. Seems like Uncle Silly needs to fix one of his legs."

Omar Ayad looked at Mercy Lawson who seems to be strangely staring at Omar Ayad. Omar Ayad thought to himself while it was a white lie; Erich Deon Silva did throw a wrench at Omar Ayad plans but maybe a guilty conscience is telling Omar Ayad that he need to at least take care of this little girl to maybe make up for not telling to Paige Lawson face what he told Erich Deon Silva and Nionet Sinblade.

Omar Ayad: " Let me first get a friend to help out and make this day a little more fun. "

Omar Ayad would reposition his duffel bag and slowly open the zipper as Omar Ayad started shifting the things in his bag to look for the little hand puppet and pretends to rummage in his duffel bag as he gently inserts his right hand into the little hand puppet before slowly pulling it out as Omar tried to readjust his voice a bit would the voice in his head simply reply.

Jack-o'-lantern: " You didn't practice enough for this...so I'm going to help. "

Once Omar Ayad revealed the small Jack-o'-lantern puppet to Mercy did a voice unlike his own start to speak from the puppet.

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Jack-o'-lantern: " Hello Mercy. It’s me Jack and I want to play with you. "

Mercy seemed to smile for bit with this little scene as the puppet waved its little arms left and right as she then spoke.

Mercy Lawson: " Hello Jack. What are we going to play?"

While Mercy seemed to have enjoyed that the puppet talked by itself, Omar still couldn't believe that the puppet talked by itself and it seems that Mercy heard it...Omar thought to himself is his power taking over or is it evolving? If Mercy heard the puppet what about the Sapphire Dragon member? Is the stranger a Sapphire Dragon? While Omar Ayad was busy thinking about it, the puppet had already begun to reach to the ground and started to make a small snowball about the size of a baseball before it spoke out loud again.

Jack-o'-lantern: " What about a little snow ball fight? "

Mercy Lawson: " But it will make me wet and mushy."

Jack-o'-lantern: " No no I'm not asking you to get hit with a snow ball. Just help me win my snow ball fight. "

As the puppet quickly turn to face the distracted Omar Ayad and it threw the snowball right at Omar Ayad. It managed to land a hit on Omar Ayad and it seemed to knock his attention back as Omar Ayad said out loud.

Omar Ayad: "How did you do that?"


Jack-o'-lantern: " If you have to ask then you weren't paying attention. "

The puppet would then go back to rolling up snow to make another snowball while Omar Ayad tries to pull at his arm to stop this from happening as there seems to be some tug of war only for it to so often be stopped as soon as the puppet managed to make a snow ball, it quickly turns at Omar Ayad and throws it at him as this scene unfolds before Mercy would she just keep on laughing at this strange and comedic scene.
 

Caffeine_Obsessed

Wanted: Lost Marbles
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Matsuda Russo “Ticco”

Pushing his hair back with his hand, Matsuda feels his phone buzz in his pocket. Already in somewhat of a bad mood, he takes his phone out in a huff. Reading the text, a slight smile creeps onto his face as he reads Boltius’ typo. Matsuda couldn’t remember the last time he saw Brielle. Then again, Matsuda has the memory of a goldfish, so he shouldn’t be too surprised.

Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he ruffles up his hair and stretches back his shoulders. His black eye was a bit of a burden, but nothing a little bit of cucumber won’t fix... or shades. With that thought, he pulls his shades out of his pant’s pocket and puts them on. Maybe now he won’t get such scared looks from passerby’s.

Arriving at the bar took Matsuda shorter than he thought. This place has the best drinks (In his personal opinion). Throwing the doors open, he made himself known. With his big, joyous laugh, he once again pushes back his hair, being careful to not push the shades off his face. As always, the place was crowded. A bit unnerved, Matsuda made his confidence overshadow his anxiety. With a deep breath, a big toothy smile stayed on his face, but those who knew him better could tell he was on the verge of bawling his eyes out. Even though the bar was good here, this place always made him anxious.

Hoping his overconfident façade doesn’t fail him, he spots Boltius and Brielle and trots over to them, hands behind his head somewhat casually. Putting his hands on the table, he leans on them, and says a bit too loudly. “Hey guys! Hope ya haven’t started the party without me.” Some of his Italian accent seeps through his words.

Interactions- Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean Cracker Cracker
 

Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (South District) Fighting in a back alley somewhere
Interacting: Ruthe and Eustass
Wearing: Click - Black Beanie; Black Scarf/Mask; Oversized Hoodie; Oversized Cargo Pants; Combat Boots; Black Backpack

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When Ruthe reveals the identity of Skern, Joanna can tell by her reaction that his face does not prove familiar. She inwardly groans, yet the knowing that they've perhaps rid their members of another threat rests pleasantly on her conscience.

Good riddance, she thinks with bitter delight, moving out of Ruthe's path as the Vice Elder steps around to Judd with a dismissive gesture, saying, "Do what you will..." in regard to Skern.

Cloudy, blue eyes scan over the beaten, bloodied mass of muscle that is the man as he lay limp within the cold snow.

Joanna towers over him, looking down with, at first, animosity--however, her features soon soften when he meets her gaze. The thrill and adrenaline from before drains out of her and, with it, the color from her face. Her stomach bubbles. From Judd, she hears the snapping of bone per Ruthe's final determination, then a weak, phlegmy chortle bounces from Skern on ragged breaths.

"What'samatter?" he barely manages.

Jo tightens a fist. The tips of her elongated, serrated knuckles are stained with dry, cracked blood--and the area where they've protruded from the skin has become sore and red.

"Shut up," she mutters through gritted teeth.

"Never killed a man before?" Skern hums amusedly.

She tries to play it off, forcing a twisted smile; though, the look in her eyes is pained, "Shut up. I'm just letting you suffer."

She didn't notice it before due to the adrenaline, but her heart is pounding--thumping against her chest with all the force of a jackhammer in such a way that she feels her sternum will shatter like glass. The outer edges of her vision throb with each beat, blurred and hard of focus as she sways slightly in her stance.

What is this feeling?

I can't breathe.

"Take... your time-!" A clot of blood works its way up Skern's esophagus. He chokes on it, spits it out, then carries on staring up at the sky. His body doesn't even feel cold anymore--rather, it burns, and a sweat forms at his brow.

Eustass Finnegan.jpgFinally, in a desperate and panicked cry, Joanna retracts the bones of her knuckles back into her skin and drops down onto Skern. She pulls him up by the collar of his shirt and nears her own face to his, "I said shut up! I said shut the fuck up!" With her eyes pinched tightly closed, she shakes the man back and forth, and his head flops weakly about. Joanna slaps him across the face--her palm stings--then she stares at him with wide eyes.

Skern slowly turns to look at her, every muscle in his body aching just to do so, and he smiles something wicked before his face abruptly disintegrates from the inside-out, and a hand appears through the crumbling ashes of skin, coming for her own, from which she retreats on her backside in a gasping fit of terror, too shocked to scream.

Before her, now holding the headless body of Skern by the back of his shirt, is Eustass Finnegan. His eyes are wide--pupils dilated--and his teeth are bared in a daunting smile as he looks upon Joanna with amusement and twitches out, "What the f-f-fuck is up, Kyle!!!!!"

He throws the body at Jo's feet and she scurries away. "Ya know, roo-rookie! Ya get- Ya get- Ya get used to it after a- after a while! HAHA!" With each spoken stutter, his head twitches--as do the corners of his mouth--and his eyes squint; just one if not both.

First Rose First Rose
 

Caffeine_Obsessed

Wanted: Lost Marbles
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Alistair Fletcher “Rabid Dog”

Letting a roguish smile creep onto his face, Alistair snatched the glass and chuckled. “That sounds like a fantastic idea. The birthday gal should have some fun, get outta the mansion. But what did you have in mind?” The last part of his sentence slowly receded into a deep drawl.

Lifting the glass to his lips, Alistair is the first to back away. Letting the liquid pour down into his throat, he let out a soft groan. Only thing that could top this, was more thrill. This- Alistair promises himself- he will have soon. Wiping his mouth, he licks what remains of the jack off of his hand. With a wave of his hand, he motions C.C to follow him. “Might as well look for her now, ain’t no point in wasting time mm?” Putting the joint back in his mouth, he sets the glass down and puts one of his hands in his pocket, the other around Cosmo’s shoulders, forcing him to walk with him.

Interactions- Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean
 
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Wanted: Lost Marbles
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Grégoire Tanaka “Grée”

Humming a small tune, Grée’s phone buzzes, along with a small chime. He never takes his ringer off. Unless, of course, he remembers to or is asked. Taking his phone out, he reads the text messages, trailing his thumb along the multiple cracks of his screen. His Sable’s were more smart than he thought. A mean sneer shows on his face, along with a dark chuckle reverberating in his throat. A child looks at him oddly, and he notices. He lifts his head, and pretends jump at him, scaring the little thing. He runs away crying. With a sadistic smirk and a side eye, Grée pockets his phone, heading to where the other two are supposed to meet.

Finally arriving, he greets the other two. “Hope you bastards didn’t have wait long.” He really didn’t hold all that much respect for his fellow Serpants. Hell, he would even have waited another hour before showing up just to piss them off, but since the job was ordered by the stupid death squad, he had no choice. The Sable’s should be grateful he respects them more than any others. (Which is even smaller than how he treats the Serpant’s). He cursed under his breath, “fils stupides de putes..

He shoves one of his hands into his pocket, pulling out a lighter. The other hand, pulling out a very small tube of oil. He pours it onto the ground, then lights the lighter, throwing it onto the oil. It immediately flares up, the fire reaching higher than Grée expected. He had his reasons for doing this, none of which he would care to explain. With a bored look on his face he looks into the fire, then drags his eyes up to meet Jaiden’s and Mixie’s.

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Elenion Aura

One Thousand Club
«Я раздавлю тебя до смерти».
Yelena Zaytseva
Yelena’s eyebrow quirked at the man’s display of his Jinx. Versatile. Powerful. His childlike antics aside, he was not one to be taken likely. More than that, the child that had been with him before – the very thing which had stayed her hand mere moments ago – was now nowhere to be seen. It seemed he understood well what they were about to do here. Good.

Yelena lowered her left hand. The gravity field that had held her aloft shimmered and dissipated. As her boots crunched the snow beneath them, she eyed the man before her. Despite the itch which had begun to percolate in her heart, she had not been stateside so long that she’d forgotten herself or her good manners. Her bloodlust would be sated soon enough. Introductions were in order.

”I am Yelena Zaytseva, Rookie of the Silver Serpents,” she paused, oblivious to the fact that she’d misnamed her own gang. She continued. ”Introductions complete. Prigotov'sya k razgromu.” She held up her hand and prepared to activate her Jinx.

Tags: Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean (Erich Silva)
 

Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (South District) Malik and Misa's Apartment (Click)
Interacting: Misa
Wearing: Click - Formal Attire: Black Pants; Black Blazer; Black Long-sleeve Undershirt tucked into his pants; His bike

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Malik takes a step back to marvel at his work on the crippled man, leering down like a predator does its prey before devouring it.

Misa passes him up, flicking his ear--which he wipes away with his shoulder--and Malik turns to follow her, exiting the VIP lounge with one last look back at the man as he fumbles with his pockets, trying to retrieve his phone.

"No!" he pleas, having noticed his suitcase in Misa's hands, a tormented and desperate glint in his eyes--one that Malik and Misa will come to understand once they realize what they've done. That's for later, though.

They manage a clean escape from the casino, rushing out into the cold December evening where they mount Malik's bike and drive to their apartment in the South District.

He kicks his shoes off at the door then takes a seat on Misa's neatly-made bed, fumbling with the lock on the suitcase for a moment before he rushes up the spiral staircase to his own part of the small complex. Ripping his blazer and shirt off, he looks around the room for something, throwing open the drawers to his dresser--most of which contain junk; loose pills, condoms, cigarettes, one of which he picks up and places between his lips as he continues his search.

Under his bed, he fishes out a shoe-box containing different tools and screws, a small digital scale, plastic baggies, and so on. Beneath the majority of the rubbish, he grabs a small black case that reads "Locksmith's Lockswift" in white calligraphy across the entirety of its length, then he quickly rushes back downstairs, forgetting to grab a shirt.

"Hand me a lighter," he tells Misa, gesturing to some random part of the room as he sits down on her bed and pulls the suitcase onto his lap, hunkering forward to inspect its lock.

Without breaking his focus, he removes the cigarette from his mouth and sets it beside him. "Just light this for me."

Opening the Locksmith's Lockswift box--a lock-picking kit that he stole a few months ago--he contemplates the width and shape of the different picks, choosing one of the smaller ones.

Before attempting to open the case, though, Malik looks at Misa with yet another selfish demand, feeling a chill down his arms from the lack of heat within the apartment. He points to the stairs, "Can you grab me a shirt? I forgot to," then his eyes scan over the suitcase's lock once again.

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Cracker

Junior Member



Mixie Edellson | Sable Serpents - Jack | Location: South District - Abandon Library | Interacting/Mentioned: Jaiden Wilson, Gregoire Tanaka| Outift: Main Outfit + Eye Patch

With both arms held out horizontally, Mixie steps with one foot directly in front of the other as if she were walking on a rope, which is actually what she's pretending to do. Her body wobbles with every raised foot, and her attention is on her balance.

Beside her is Jaiden Wilson, Mixie's favorite person in the whole world, as she declares. Though, there's no specific reason why other than the fact that he's nice to her. That, and he's just super cool in her opinion--he gives off bad-ass energy, ya' know?

Being in the Serpents, it's hard to find someone who genuinely cares--not that Mixie really understands caring, rather she just knows who she likes and who she doesn't--it's a kid thing. Most of the other members are either too mean or too scary for her liking.

As the two make their way towards the set location for the drug-run, Mixie hums tunefully to "Mary had a Little Lamb", which is normal for her to do when she's excited. Either she hums or she laughs uncontrollably--it all depends on the situation.

As they arrive at the library, Mixie jumps high into the air, pretending that she made it to the end of the rope, and cheers to herself, "Yay, I didn't fall and die in the burning lava!" She chuckles at the make-believe scenario.

When they enter the building, Jaiden notices that Gree is nowhere to be seen.

Mixie, on the other hand, gazes at the library in awe, "Woo~w...books." She says, sounding slightly sarcastic, though she is far from it.

This makes the first time she's ever set foot in a library, which is one of the reasons why she was so excited to get here. It might not be anything too spectacular but it's a new experience and that's always worth cherishing.

Upon hearing Jaiden's voice, Mixie immediately snaps her head around to face him and hear what he has to say.

"Gree should be here soon. We'll just have to wait for a bit until he shows up."

The girl nods, then starts to bounce as if thrill and eager are building up inside of her, and she speaks with a tremulous voice, "Okay, then while we wait, I'll pretend to be a librarian. You'll be the... person... in the library."

With that said, the girl brings her right foot across her body and uses it to spin around emphatically as if she's transforming into the librarian. Though, this is only her imagination, and Jaiden most likely didn't catch that implication.

Now seeming more calm and mature, Mixie smiles at Jaiden, "Good evening, sir. Would you like a book?" She snatches a dusty book from the shelf behind her and holds it out in display before the man, "This one is very interesting."

Upon opening the book and skimming through the words, Mixie stares with a blank smile before spitting the following sentence so fast that it's almost unintelligible, "Nevermind. This book is boring--it has too many big words." She places the book back on the shelf from whence it came.

In that moment, the door opens and Gree steps in, finally making his appearance.

“Hope you bastards didn’t have to wait long.” He greets the two.

Mixie quickly dropped the librarian act when he entered, and she greeted him back as her usual self.

"We didn't..." She frowns, acknowledging his use of fowl language. This being a result of Mixie's hate for "bad words"--another aspect of her childish personality.

Upon cursing something beneath his breath, Gree pulls out a lighter and a small bottle, of which contains liquid.

This piques Mixie's interest and she leans forward with an attentive gaze, watching curiously as he pours the liquid into the floor and drops the lighter's flame into the small puddle.

Fire emerges from the floor, roaring and crackling in front of Gree, who's eyes meet Mixie and Jaiden's through the flames. He holds an indifferent expression, most definitely having a reason for doing this. For if it was something sinister, he surely would've smiled.

The fire burns in the reflection of Mixie's wide eyes, "Oooohh!" She says slowly with a falling pitch, admiring the flames, "Fire... I love fire...."

Snapping out of the small daze that she unknownigly fell into, Mixie claps her hands repeatedly, then holds them firmly together as she speaks, "Are we burning the library? Cause I can do that in an instant." She squeaks a laugh and waits for an explanation of some kind.

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First Rose

First to Bloom, but Last to Blossum









Ruthe


S. S. Vice Elder












  • Location: Alleyway: Sable Territory






    After wiping her hands clean of blood from her keepsake of napkins within her coat pockets, the Vice Elder stood by and watched Jo's little pathetic panic attack. Poor girl, Ruthe wondered if she had ever relieved anyone of their life privileges...probably not even few with how she dealt with something like this. A Serpent's violent and merciless stature was what made them a Serpent afterall. Hmmm, it seemed she may have to watch this one.

    As Joanna scurried backwards upon her hands and feet, she'd abruptly hit something, and without much warning, and with little tenderness, hands would tightly grasp her underneath her arms and haul Joanna up to a stand. Fortunately for her, it was only Rutheless picking the dazed rookie off the ground.

    "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Jo would hear from behind as Ruthe dusted the girl's body, free of snow. "Oh, Jo, my dear, this will not do..." The rookie would then feel Ruthe's tight grip upon her shoulders, even but the slightest movement could cause her nails to puncture Joanna's skin. "For one that holds such a formidable jinx...I expected more..mHmmmMM...

    I don't know actually...."



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    "ANYthing other than whatever the hell that was..." She blurted out with a small laugh. Rutheless then eased her grip off of Joanna before coming before her, "Point is my dear, a lion is only as powerful as the game it consumes...and if the lion consumes no game...-" Then and there, the face of the Vice Elder suddenly tightened into one of clear malice. "-then it becomes game." A simple analogy to get her point across. Though just as quickly as her frown came, it diminished, becoming nothing more than a friendly smile and a tender gaze into her eyes. "But you are not game..." She said as she gently extended a long finger toward Joanna's face, and slid a loose strand of her braids behind her ear. "no-.....no...nonono...I do not allow game within the Serpent's..." With that, Rutheless turned on a heel, and at the familiar sight of the small lad, her eyes widened in delight.

    "Eustass! Such a lovely surprise," She said as she approached him. "Why, what are you doing here darling?" Wrapping her arms around him as she spoke.




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First to Bloom, but Last to Blossum









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  • Location: Jin’s Roadster -> Drug Exchange






    Good for him, she supposed, something to keep him busy was always good. Though she could indeed admit, this ride did drive smooth, why, if it wasn't for his sudden speech, she would've fallen asleep.

    Lazily blinking to a wake, she thought over his words, "Mhm... Flatt'ahd..." She said in a bitter joke, regarding his "trust" in her abilities. "Well, if we put toge'dah a good ah'nough plan, we can be able to meh'k dh'is exchange 'ah quick one."

    A small moment passed by as she gathered her thoughts. "We flank dh'em." Snake simply suggested. "It is 'ah library; aft'ah we go in as one, we split. You go one wey, I go d'ah ad'ah. Dh'en we meet in the cent'ah." She waved her hand in front of him to emphasize the power of Jin's jinx as she then said, "you can call upon your smoke screen pow'ahs and blind dh'em." Meeting Jin's gaze, "Or whatev'ah you do..." She added carelessly, knowing very well what he could do, but it had just as well been a while since she'd seen Jin in action too. Perhaps this could be enlightening for the both of them. "Dh'en, I can grab d'ah drugs.- Shouldn't beh too hard...it c'ahn't be anyone ah'da d'ahn rookies guarding ov'ah dhis thing." Snake gave a shrug alongside a sarcastic smirk, before her face once again returned to its natural dull demeanor. That was usually how she went about her own task, a vague plan, and a mass amount of improvisation, as it "left room for creativity." Frankly, if it was just her, she would've figured everything out on the way, she thought better on her feet anyway.

    As they began to get closer, Snake took out two slim, silver knives from the insides of her jacket, and promptly sheathed them within her sleeves; giving them easier disposal if needed. "Do you have any ahd'a ideyas?" Usually she would be a bit more excited for these types of things, but anything that occurred within the range of 4pm, and 12am, didn't hold her interest long.







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Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (Rose District) Somewhat South-side, nearby Rose Winter Park
Interacting: Yelena
Wearing: Click - Reindeer Costume; Prosthetic Legs to match his costume; Tactical Pocket Vest; Waist holster with pixel canister, satchel, and sabre claws (x)

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The woman dismisses her Jinx, accompanied by a shimmer in the air.

"Ahhh~ You are shorter than you look, señora!" Silva leans forward, hands on his hips, with a goofy smile stretched behind his mask--his Mexican-Spanish accent rolling off the words in a playful tone.

He walks a circle around her, inspecting her--the area around her feet--"So you float?" Then he returns to his place in front of her, "Is 'at all?" sounding less impressed this time.

"I am Yelena Zaytseva, Rookie of the Silver Serpents,” she starts, ignoring his clowny behavior. ”Introductions complete. Prigotov'sya k razgromu."

A hidden brow arches upon Silva's forehead at the butchered name; though, he finds it funny and exhales a bubbly laugh as he raises his own hand in likeness to Yelena's. He moves to give her a high-five, opening his mouth to speak, but the words are suddenly ripped from him as the all-too-familiar sensation of falling wraps its arms around him.

Falling--but not down. Backwards.

He flies across the barren street, metal feet igniting sparks along the pavement as he tries to stop himself from the awkward descent. He's aware that if he continues at this rate, he'll smash into the building behind him, and that's Not good, autora.

Instinct overwhelms his being, and by virtue of such, he produces his pixels from their canister into a grappling gun and propels himself out of the shimmering expanse of gravitational force by way of hooking onto the nearest lamppost to his left.

"¡Cuidado!" he soars past a civilian as they duck out of his way, and the grappling gun bursts into colorful, illuminating specks, only to turn into a skateboard beneath his feet just before they touch the ground.

Silva nears the lamppost in a second, grabs it, and twirls around it before letting go in the direction of Yelena, skating toward her at a probable speed of ten feet per second due to the built up momentum of his grapple. She stands but twenty-five feet away, so he's within arm's reach in the blink of an eye, wielding his sabre claws now for a close-quarter fight.

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Doctor Llamabean

*winks at Markus*
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Location: (North District) Heading to the Mansion
Interacting: Akimitsu
Wearing: Click - Black and white kitten onesie; Black boots (x); Black gloves (x); Bag (x)

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"A party? Crap! Why has no one told me about it!? Whose party is it?"

Hearing the tone of Akimitsu's voice, Camaree tilts her head with blinking eyes. She cannot understand his sudden fret--but even so, she tries to calm it with a warm embrace around the boy. Compared to his larger frame, she is petite, seeming almost buried by him.

She shushes him. "There, there," patting his back.

"The birthday is Vice Elder's." Saying this, Camaree releases Akimitsu from her grasp, taking a step back to better look at him. Her impression so far--he's worrisome but justice-driven. "Good person," she says aloud before passing him by, heading for the Albino Tigers' mansion with all the same stoic pep as before her bag was stolen.

"Akimitsu is free to follow. Camaree will not mind."

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