Multiple Settings New Oasis: Gangsters Edition (CLOSED)

[WhiskeyMarten]

Hector Moses

Status

Ruby Revenants Vice Elder | Jin Masaka's House | Interactions: Jin Masaka SRUNewman

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Morning. A time of calm for some, and others, a time of urgency. For Hector, surprisingly, it's the former. A peaceful time, before the busy days he spends socializing, complaining, or just getting his Revenant duties done. Mornings were a clean slate, although it was often not long before they would become sullied. He couldn't help that, it's just his personality.
It took Hector a few seconds to process his surroundings when he woke up, although this wasn't an unfamiliar place. He looked over at the figure sleeping next to him, Jin Masaka. He smiled briefly, a rare sight to see when he's around the Elder of the Revenants, a smile not accompanied by an insult, anyway. Even together like this though, he knew this is as positive as their relationship could ever grow to right now, hateful lovers. He wasn't necessarily upset by this, but it was a shame. He often considers how things could be, if only Jin's values and power didn't fill him with rage.

He sits up in bed, relishing the moment. If anyone saw this sight then it would all be over for their reputations, but for now, they were alone. Moments like this were becoming rarer and rarer though, and sometimes Hector almost wishes that things could go back to a simpler time. Times when leadership struggles and the recovery of their decimated gang weren't key issues. Those thoughts never lasted long before being shoved to the depths of his mind, after all, they conflict with his goals.
The house is eerily quiet, and it was still somewhat unnerving. He was used to sneaking around Ergo Masaka and his adopted children, but most of their footsteps and voices were but a memory now.

The bed is warm and comfortable, and Hector would almost feel more at home here, than at his actual home, if it weren't for the person who owned the house. He grabs his phone off the nightstand next to him, and scrolls through the news while he waits for Jin to get up. While not usually one to linger in people's homes after a night together, Hector was familiar enough here that he didn't care, and besides, he needs a mission briefing before he leaves.

January 1st today, Hector's 24th birthday. Never a thing he normally cares about, but every year passed is an achievement living a life like his own. Not a big enough achievement to celebrate though, birthday celebrations were pointless to him. Everyone gets a birthday after all, but he's the only person in New Oasis with skills like his - in his eyes anyway.
He peers over the phone screen to look at Jin again,
"Hey, you up yet? I need to hit the road soon."
Even waking up to such a pleasant, warm morning couldn't alter Hector's blunt, harsh tone.

 

[Nobody Special]

BASH HIRABAYASHI
"Taipan"
𓆗 Sable Serpents |Junior| Jinx: Embargo
Location: West District, Seven Eleven
Interacting: Brax ( Doctor Llamabean )
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It was infuriating.

Every single punch that he had thrown was slapped away, as if his fists were mere insects against the Revenant's swatters. A left hook-- dodged. Right uppercut-- stopped in its tracks. Even some of his most powerful attacks that did land bore the same results: absolutely nothing. He was never one to kick a standing enemy, always relying heavily on his bare fists in every fight, but anger forced him to lift his leg up and take an attempt at it. In a split second, his leg was deflected, and forced back onto the ground, causing him to stumble for a moment before regaining his footing. He put his assault on pause, his heavy breathing and occasional grunt of frustration catching his attention as he raised his hand to touch his forehead.

It was obvious that Bash was not in his correct state of mind. Anger and bloodlust had completely taken over, and the only thing on his mind at the moment was to secure a victory by destroying Brax's bodily structure to the best of his ability. There was absolutely no regard for his opponent's well being; he didn't care if he had parents, a girlfriend, children-- he would ruin him no matter what. His eyes moved up from the ground to take another look at him. Why the hell weren't his punches doing anything? Was the guy's body really that hard? He didn't look too far off in build from Bash. When his eyes finally reached Brax's face, something snapped.

Was he...about to cry?

His eyes widened, immediately followed by a violent twitch. He's pitying me. He stood tall, balling his fists as tightly as he could. It all made sense now. He hadn't been hit once during that brief scuffle, and Brax had been doing nothing but dodging and deflecting, making him look like a damned fool the whole time. His breath labored, lifting his shoulders up and down with every seething exhalation. His wide eyes quickly narrowed, and a threatening, piercing stare was aimed at Brax. "You think this is a fuckin' joke, huh..."

Kill him.

"...Think you're gonna get away with fucking with me like that? Think I'll just get tired and leave? Huh!?"

Rip him to shreds.

A loud smashing sound came after the last thought. Clouded by fury, Bash himself hadn't even realized that he had slammed his sharp knuckles into the gas pump next to him, causing a noticeable dent in the metal and nearly destroying it's control panel. The pain in his fist that followed after was hardly anything, thanks to the rage-infused adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins since he had first stepped foot into the convenience store. Once again, he spoke through clenched teeth.

"Let's try this again..."

Another assault began, this time, with Bash landing an overhand right-- arguably one of his favorite punches to throw-- directly in Brax's face. Nothing. He was sent over the top with this hit, frustration, confusion and anger finally completely getting the best of him. He looked up at Brax, who simply stumbled a bit with little to no other reaction, with a crazed grin, followed by a roar that rivaled that of a livid tiger in the heat of battle.

"FUUUUCKING HIIIIIT ME THIIIS TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEEEEE!!!"
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[Nobody Special]

Vulken Beckman
"Draken"
Ruby Revenants |Senior| Jinx: Incinerator
Location: West District, Boltius' apartment
Interacting: Boltius ( Doctor Llamabean )
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Once the door swung open, the sight had hit Vulken harder than he anticipated. A wave of relief, rushing over him and telling him, finally, that his little brother was safe and sound. As soon as Boltius lifted his arm to cover his eyes, and the harsh yet familiar rush of heat touched his face, he knew what came next wouldn't be pretty. Nonetheless, he groaned before fully accepting the powerful uppercut that came next, stumbling back slightly and sliding his hands into his pockets, inviting Boltius to hit him more should he feel the need. Watching as he began to tear up, Vulken couldn't help but drop his gaze to the floor, guilty. Fuck, I'm really a bad bro--

"YOU SELFISH BASTARD!" he jerked his head back up, thoughts interrupted by the outburst. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA!? HOW MUCH SUFFERING YOU'VE CAUSED!? " Of course, it was all warranted. He had left without a trace. The rest of his family had shed tears when he suddenly returned last night as well, and, just as he did then, Vulken looked awkwardly to the side. He never was the type to be outwardly emotional, always standing idly by while others sobbed and vented their feelings. Of course, that didn't mean that he didn't feel the same pain that his brother did--if not worse. Hearing his own mother wail and bawl over his return made him want to jam a thousand knives into his own back for putting them through such unimaginable pain for so long.

He looked back over to Boltius, who was still glaring him down with fiery eyes. With a sigh, he moved his hand to his coat pocket, only to find that there was no box of cigarettes in it. Right, I didn't take any. Not the time. "Yeah." he finally replied, maintaining eye contact to emphasize his sincerity. "Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry. It was something that had to be done, for Mom and the old man, for P, Ash, Janette. For you." he scratched his head. Unfortunately, that was all he could say in regards to where he'd been. He felt horrible about it, but it was best if his endeavors remained locked in his mind until further notice. "Just know, I did it for you guys." hoping that he had calmed his brother down a bit, he relaxed his stance, naturally slouching a bit. "You really think I'd let someone as fine as Angela go for something dumb?" he let out a soft, awkward chuckle as he spoke about his (definitely) ex-girlfriend. Then, he noticed something. "Wait..." he inched closer and stared him directly in the eye, all too comfortable near the person who had just hit him with a brain-shattering uppercut minutes ago. "Are you...Are you hungover?" no matter what Boltius said, Vulken knew the truth. He immediately threw his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh that would definitely cause some neighbors to pop their heads out in concern. Could he help it? No, of course not! He was an idiot, after all, and it was his first time seeing his little brother hungover!​

 

[Anne Boolean]

Shore Salvatore​

Shore wasn't one to wake up too early, as breakfast dates seemed to be quite uncommon, at least among their marks. They usually rose around lunch time, so it was a slight struggle to wake up before the sun was even up. Like Estella, they too had some coffee before getting ready. While most people would dress to go to work, Shore instead put on a cocktail dress and heels. As they made their way to the rendezvous point: a park close to the office the luncheon was taking place, they looked quite out of place in their surroundings. The people who passed by wore either sweatpants or a suit and tie, depending on if they were out for a run or running late for work. The passersby eyed the green-haired person, but Shore simply brushed it off. Just like them, they had a job to do.

The park wouldn't have been where someone expected a person dressed like Shore to go, so the theme of sticking out simply continued. Passing by the people jogging, they eventually caught sight of one of their cohorts for this mission.

"Good morning," they said to Estella as they approached. Honestly, they were still surprised that the woman joined this escapade with two strangers. The other two were strangers to Shore as well, but they had had experience working with new people. On top of that, they couldn't resist the opportunity to bring down a corrupt elite.

Caffeine_Obsessed Galaxy Bear

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

Emrick Nakamura
“Royal Clover”

Alright, so maybe staying up all night making fake IDs wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had- but it was worth it. Spreading out the said objects out on the desk in front of him, Emrick smiled with a bucket load of confidence. There was no doubt in his mind that they would make it through now. If he was honest- he was actually quite surprised that the new gal agreed to join him. As well as his fellow green haired companion. They seemed like a tough nut, plus why were they always questioning him about his past? He never liked reminiscing about back then, so he was undoubtedly pissed at the fact that he was forced to even remember a single thought of his orphanage days.

Snapping out of his thoughts, his cracked emotions makes its way back into joyful-ness. Every mission or con he’s ever done had been a blast! This wasn’t any exception, in fact- it was bound to be even more fun now that he had company! With two beauties by his side, there was no way this could go wrong. Even if it did, all the more thrill. You could say he was a bit of an adrenaline junkie.

Noticing the time, he inwardly curses at himself- then rushes to get up. Quickly changing, he stumbles over to the mirror, touching up his hair. He didn’t have enough time for makeup, to cover up his eyebags. He didn’t even bother to wear his usual eyeliner- feeling too much pressure to get to show on the road. He wasn’t used to people waiting on him, or expecting anyone at all quite frankly. He usually did his jobs solo, so he honestly had no idea what made him even want these two to join him on this endeavor. He gathers up the IDs and shoves them inside his back pocket, rushing out the door.

Finally arriving at the park, he approached his two companions in haste. Bent over, hands planted on his knees he gasps for breath. What an idiot- he could’ve just drove here, but Emrick being Emrick of course had to forget the fucking keys in his hurry out the door. Giving a two-fingered salute and a breathless smile, he says casually (though still out of breath) “hah… Hey! Hope you… hah… didn’t miss me.. too much..” Having somewhat caught his breath, he straightened himself up and adjusted his glasses. He claps his hands together, beaming with excitement. The thrill of a job was even better than drugs. “We all know why we’re here so let’s skip the foreplay eh?” He smirks and gives a wink, chuckling playfully. He reaches back and hands out their fake IDs. Smirk still on his face, he gives another loud laugh. “Oh, throughout my excitement I never even bothered to introduce myself!” He slightly bows and places one arm in front of him, the other behind him- mocking a respectful greeting. Looking up, he gives a devious smile. “I’m Emrick, or- your soon to be Robin Hood.” He gives a wink. Shaking his head he straightens up once more, smile still planted on his face. “Just kidding, but Y’know I’ve always been such a do-gooder.” He sarcastically rolls his eyes.

Snapping his fingers, he turns his attention to his green haired friend. “Hope you don’t mind Dollface, but we’re goin’ in as a couple. Though I’m positive you’re thrilled.” He smiles flirtatiously, and pats their shoulder before crossing his arms.

Interactions- Shore- Anne Boolean Estella- Galaxy Bear
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[GrieveWriter]

Vice

Interaction/Mention: Doctor Llamabean FabulousTrash​

Somewhere in the rundown cityscape of New Oasis' South District, a DJ was changing tracks.

The studio, if one could call it that, took up the majority of one of the top apartments. Being at the top didn't exactly make it any better than the others, but the tidy work environment would convince any other resident that it was a penthouse by comparison. Connected to a fairly powerful antenna built atop the structure, this radio station covered just about the entire city, though of course became harder to tune into the further one was from the South District. In the absence of the music as tracks changed, the DJ bent a microphone closer to her lips before speaking.

"Just as the current carries the fallen leaves, our time with Mo Rider is up, brothers and sisters." she spoke in a relaxed, mellow tone that spilled from every radio playing her station like a soothing miasma " Up next is Bernie Nixon, but before that..."

Though she kept her workplace clean, Vice's studio equipment had essentially overtaken all other furniture in the apartment, surrounding her seat in the center of the living room which provided her a good view of the window before her. With her jacket hanging off of the back of her seat, she leaned to the side to rest her head on one arm, using the other to tilt the microphone back to her lips.

"The birds have whispered sweet little worries all morning, folks." she cooed "Strife and destruction have been enjoying each other's embrace plenty, but every burning soul feeds the ground anew in time. For those of you needing the honeyed kiss of the audial spirits, here's Dine & Pine by B. Nix going out to you."

With that said, she was able to finally start the next playlist and stand up from her booth.

With her music setup for the day organized and ready to go, Vice could finally focus on the mission details she'd received only a little while ago. Though a Sable Serpent, she didn't deign to look messy during any kind of work she did. So as she let an employee of hers handle the station, she slipped into her suit jacket with practiced ease. After all, why wouldn't she want to look as good as she felt? The notion of filth and decay being the bread and butter of both her gang and her home wasn't an excuse in her eyes, even if it meant having to spend longer cleaning herself up every day. But that was all just part of the cycle.

That which was clean was destined to be defiled, but that which scorns the defiling will eventually be clean. So take a stroll through whatever muck-covered alley was desired, the grime would be cleaned eventually no matter what.

That's just how things were.

As she looked over the instructions she and several of her fellow gangsters had been given, her smile widened for a moment at the afforded to her. She hadn't been as active as the others were recently, giving her time to focus on both her station and her little side business, but she was absolutely dying to have a chat with the boss guy she and some of the boys were about to be getting friendly with. They were gonna make him an offer he couldn't refuse on a product, while maybe playing loose with what the actual product was. The reason she was on this assignment was clear, she had experience pushing products. She had herself a few little dens tucked into corners of the South District, making a few choice treats for the boys and girls of New Oasis. The rampant joy in their eyes whenever they cracked open a tube of C-Sizzle or took a shot of Barbossan Flush would almost bring a tear to her eye.

Because the affects of addiction would always be slowly looming over them.

That's just how things were.

She had just been taking a nice, simple cab ride over to the Rose district when she got a notification. Malik went and asked where they'd be meeting up, prompting Vice to leaned back in her seat and reply.

Just as she finished typing up her reply, her cab reached her destination. Having heard of the recent events through several kinds of grapevines, she'd be keeping her distance from Winter Park. Luckily, their target wasn't supposed to be rooming anywhere near that area, it was the little things. After paying her cab fare and sending the driver off, she turned back to make her way over to a certain establishment. She made sure to send directions to it to the group along with her reply to Malik.

The Reply read as follows: "Given the scent on the winds today, a little energy can go a long way. Let's meet here, where the wounds of yesteryear can fade and make way for the sublime seasonings of the now."

The directions, of course, led to a fairly average looking fast food restaurant situated on one of the Rose District's intersections: the ever-popular Hungry Hutch's Burger N' Fries.

 

[Cracker]

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_{Ivan Dime | Albino Tigers - Senior | Location: Rose (Central) District - Jinnie's Café | Interacting/Mentioned: Markus Weiss, Ye-Jin Park | Outfit: Full Outfit}​

Nameless people roam the street and blur by like the trees in the window of a car ride, and though seen for a moment, are instantly forgotten.

Ivan frowns at the thought of being forgotten... It makes him feel something deep--an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless, but hard to distinguish.

Ambling around the Rose District, his eyes glance quickly between as many things possible, as if they're trying to see everything they can before it all passes.

This place is still a mystery to him, despite having lived here for eleven years. It's home... but also not. There's more than just New Oasis, but will he ever explore it?

Downcast eyes, Ivan mumbles to himself, "Unlikely." His voice is deep and stern.

As he passes by the building of a familiar coffee shop, the glimpse of a recognizable face is seen in his peripheral.

Ivan stops. He considers the chance, then takes five steps back and presses his nose to the window, fogging up the glass with each breath.

Still, a serious look paints his face.

"Markus." The boy bangs a fist on the glass, "Let me in."

There's literally a door just a foot to the right...

Upon seeing another woman enter through the door, who of which eyes him with a judgmental look, Ivan pushes himself from the glass, furrowing both brows, and follows after her. She glances a horrified look over her shoulder and speeds up to the counter.

Oblivious of this happening, Ivan continues until he reaches Markus' table.

He looks to Markus and says indifferently, "Markus, it's a pleasure to see you this morning. I'm alone and uncomfortable because of it."

Due to lacking in the understanding of emotion, he often uses the word 'uncomfortable' to explain a negative feeling such as sorrow, fear, anger, or emptiness.

Right now, the fear of being alone is what he describes...

Elenion Aura Doughnut

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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DETAILS​

___Jinx___
Corrosion
He can corrode and disintegrate things by touch at a rate of one or two-inches-per-second.

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(South District)
[Random Neighborhood]
Random Ramshackle Abode [Reference]

Contrary to the reference image, the ramshackle building is under construction--though, the construction has temporarily been halted for personal reasons by the new owner of the property. One of the front windows has been shattered. Where another road can be seen in the image beside the building, this is actually the property's parking lot in the story. There is a long chain connecting two concrete posts that's blocking the entrance to the said parking lot in order to keep people from loitering for the time being until the business is up and running. The parking lot is littered with different construction equipment.

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Yelena Zaytseva Elenion Aura

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Tightly Fitted Spandex Shirt + Black Cargo Pants + White Belt + Black, Red, and White Sneakers
[Reference]
[Crowbar Saw]

Since he's shirtless, the hand-shaped scar on Eustass' right hip can be seen. By appearance, it's like a bruise that never fades, but upon closer inspection the skin is hard and cracked, dry and rough to the touch.
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Bulging orbs of gold upon the contorted face of the boy follow Yelena as she enters the building through the front door--something Eustass takes as an unspoken insult since he didn't know it was unlocked.

A wooden table in the room, topped with a mug of cooling coffee, gives the subtle suggestion that someone has recently been here, but Eustass doesn't notice.

Yelena, however, does. "No. Zis is place. We stay put. Vait for zem to come back," she says, taking a seat in one of the few creaky chairs, where she makes herself comfortable.

Eustass picks up his crowbar, looking at her as he straightens up and props it over his shoulder, holding it with his pinky up.

On a scoff, he readies a hateful retort, turning to approach her. "Who the f-"

”Listen up, urrrod. Herrre is plan. You fight zem all. I vatch. Should be niet prrroblem, da?” Yelena interrupts--a split second following, Eustass' crowbar saw whizzing past her face, gustling her hair as it does before it chips into the brick wall behind her then falls to the floor, echoing a clang.

He springs onto the table with such force that it rocks, and the cup of coffee topples over, spilling its contents. Feet spread wide, squatting almost as he hunkers to eye level with Yelena, Eustass outstretches his hand for her face, his own expression the image of murderous intent. Gaping eyes and pursed lips--no smile--just sheer violent resolution.

 

[Nobody Special]

AKIRA SENDO
"Inari"
Albino Tigers |Senior / Bodyguard|Jinx: Item Teleportation
Location: North District, Albino Tigers' Mansion
Interacting: Lucy ( BriiAngelic )
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Of course, the New Year meant absolutely nothing to Akira. In his eyes, it was just another day where his sister's killer was still alive. Nothing changed except the date; there were no new additions to the world-- save for thousands of newborns who would grow up to become killers, gang members and the occasional millionaire. He leaned on the wall next to Chikage's office door, his arms crossed (secretly gripping one of the dozens of needles scattered around his body) as he waited for someone to try and enter without permission. While ignoring the sounds of rage that had escaped through the cracks in the door would be easy for someone who was so used to it, Akira always took the time to listen and take in Chikage's anger. Every second that man was suffering was music to his ears. The same artificial smile was plastered on his face as he listened, also thinking about what he was going to do today. Ah, right. That. It suddenly hit him-- he was scheduled for a 'date' with a certain someone.

Obviously, spending more than an hour and a half with someone as outgoing as Lucidity was probably going to be a hassle, but he couldn't pass on a girl with as much potential as her. It was obvious to him that she was after something-- he just couldn't figure out what that something was, and how big or small it was in size. No matter what it was, all he needed was her help in getting what he wanted, and then he would help her with whatever she needed. The only problem was finding a valid approach that wouldn't frighten her, or have her expose him for her own gain. Because of this, he decided that the occasional day spent with her wouldn't hurt. Besides, after the events of the day before, Akira supposed that Rocchi had been through enough suffering for him to be content for at least a day. Pushing his hand into his pocket and crouching down, Akira did his (almost) daily routine of sliding a single grain of rice under the crack of Chikage's office door. It was a way to get to the Elder fast, in case someone else tried to take his kill.

Once the rice had come to a stop under the door, he stood back up and walked off, in search of the bubbly girl. Making sure to greet every member he passed-- whether they be useless rookies, or seniors with value, he quietly searched the mansion like a snake in grass. Yesterday was...eventful, to say the least. The highlight of it would have to be that he had finally met some promising contacts, the likes of Nionet Sinblade and Katsura Kanna. At least, he had finally met them face to face. Being able to read them up close was very interesting, but he doubted many of the Dragons would be much help in taking out his brute of an Elder. They were passive people, often refusing to partake in violence unless absolutely necessary. Well, most of them were, at least. He had little hope in them helping him kill a man for his own gain.

He had looked just about everywhere for her, to no avail. That left only one last place to check-- her room. He had nearly forgot that she spent a day or two at the mansion every week. This would be the last place he checked. If she wasn't there, then she was probably at her own house, and as well-informed as Akira was, he had not the slightest clue where she lived. He made his way to her room, once again bumping into a few fellow members and greeting them. Sheep. After a few minutes of searching, he was finally outside of her door. He raised his hand to gently knock, before clearing his throat to speak. "Excuse me! I heard that there was a young lady looking for a fun day out. I was wondering if she was in here!" much more energetic than he had hoped to appear, but this was Lucy he was talking to. If he wanted to get anywhere with her, he had to match her energy, right?​

 

[Elenion Aura]

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” You’re boring...”​

Markus Weiss

Markus was too preoccupied nursing his still-too-hot coffee to notice Ivan’s face plastered to the window. Even when finally he did notice his fellow tiger—at that point, he and everyone else inside couldn’t help but hear the idiot pounding on the glass—Markus pretended not to. Fuck. He knew he was right to have a bad feeling about today...

”Tch, why you gotta be so creepy, man.”

He said between sips of coffee as Ivan apparently remembered—or learned for the first time—how doors worked and entered the shop.

"Markus, it's a pleasure to see you this morning. I'm alone and uncomfortable because of it."

Internally, Markus was stringing together a list of obscenities so creative and vile, they’d have for sure secured him a Pulitzer nod... On the surface, he merely sighed. With an exaggerated gesture, he indicated to the chair opposite him, swinging his legs off of it to give Ivan a place to sit.

Ivan was a freak. Markus knew enough about his origin to be sure of that much. Under any other circumstance, he’d have sent the big weirdo packing... Unfortunately, unlike some people, Markus didn’t have the luxury to callously toss aside a potential ally. Markus may be many things, but he’s not stupid. Mostly.

Sigh.

“Whatcha want? On me.”

He waved the metal card between his fingers in Ivan’s face as he nodded toward the counter. The freaked out lady had just finished collecting her order and was hurriedly making her way to the exit, latte in hand.

Tags: Cracker (Ivan) Doughnut (Ye-Jin)

 

[Doughnut]

Ye-Jin Park

Location: Jinnie’s.
Tags: Ivan ( Cracker ) & Markus ( Elenion Aura )

Just as she finished her phone call, she turned around the corner and her face instantly went to bleak as she saw the dark haired weirdo with his face plastered against the glass window. Rubbing the bridge of her nose as she didn’t want this day to become more of a hassle than it was already starting to be, but then again, beggars couldn’t be choosers, especially those who had to keep their shop running. She took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out as she just tried to focus on something else instead such as her co-worker who was taking the orders perfectly fine but with the disconcerted eye towards the freak from before, looked like they were both thinking the same. Slender fingers crossed the counter before leaning against the wood, letting her face almost the entire shop in one glance which was nice. It was the perfect lay-out if she had to say so herself, though the small plants scattered here and there obstructed some of the view but not enough to let anything go by completely unnoticed.

Washing her hands before she started her work again, making sure all the filth was away from even the most burdensome places such as under her nails. Once they were clean, she dried them off with some paper towels before tossing them into the bin. Snowy white strands of hair moved ever so slightly whenever the door of Jinnie’s opened, her light pink eyes just went over the interior to see if anything could be improved further on but there were no particular remarks that were absolutely necessary, neither did the customers find anything bothersome. At least that meant she was onto something good as her shop started to have some regulars on a daily basis which put a light perky smile onto her lips.

Seeing her employee got her hands full with the other tables at the moment, Ye-Jin helped out with the tables that were waiting for their orders to be placed. She was swift, a born natural when it came to this business and it made her feel accomplished which was the most important factor on keeping this running here. Just a moment later she noticed someone swaying the metal card in the air which probably meant that he wanted to place an order. In one smooth movement she made her way over and then noticed the creep sitting there as well which made it a little difficult to hold her face into her usual neutral style.

”What would you like to order?” Ye-Jin asked, a light smile appearing, eyeing the more “outgoing” one, if you could even call it that, as she thought she recognised him from somewhere. Perhaps he had been here before or they had crossed each other on the streets?

TEMPLATE © BOKEH​

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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DETAILS​

___Jinx___
Elasticity
He can bend, stretch, and twist his body to his will at a rate of 35 MPH.

___________________________________________Location___________________________________________
(West District)
Seven Eleven (His workplace)

Brax and Bash are engaged in battle in the middle of the small parking lot! There are no customers and one of the gas terminal's button-panels has been dented as a result of Bash punching it.

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Bash Hirabayashi Nobody Special

___________________________________________Wearing___________________________________________
Loose Red Shirt + Grey Hammer Pants + Black Boots
[Reference]

Unlike the reference image, Brax isn't wearing any accessories.
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This person, Brax can see... has a turmoil built inside him.

In most cases--within one's eyes--he can recognize passion, no matter the expression upon their face. However, in this case, that passion is lost beneath a paroxysm of animosity.

"You think this is a fuckin' joke, huh..." Bash snarls, standing across from Brax beside the fuel dispenser.

Brax makes no notion of yes or no, holding his stance, his focus fixated strictly on that of the other's in an attempt to understand him--searching for the slightest glimpse of humanity.

But as if knowing of that searching desire, and as if to further prove him wrong, Bash buries a heavy right fist into the control panel of the fuel dispenser, denting its frame and causing ink to bleed under the electronic screen, and Brax's heart throbs. A brief gloom becomes his face, accompanied by the hitching of breath in his throat, but it's gone by the next heartbeat.

"Let's try this again..." Bash begins another onslaught of punches--and Brax, another demonstration of blocks and deflections. However, by the force of a sharp overhand right directly into Brax's face, he stumbles back--albeit unharmed--but quickly regains his footing.

Bash bellows out, "FUUUUCKING HIIIIIT ME THIIIS TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEEEEE!!!" And his voice echoes through the sky like rolling thunder, threatening to paint the day black with the smear of hatred that resonates within it. Again, Brax's heart throbs, for he cannot entertain this man's wrath.

He's losing himself, this Bash--and to see it is painful.

A right hook. Brax turns into it, wrapping his own arm one, two, three, four times around Bash's like a coiling serpent around its prey, then he flips Bash over his shoulder, rolling with him. Both of them now on the ground, Brax begins looping and curling and scrolling around the other like a rope come to life. His priority now no longer the safety of the gas station, but rather Bash's mental stability. He must put an end to this fight.

His own neck tightens around the other's. A seemingly comical sight nonetheless the serious nature of the engagement.

 

[Nobody Special]

KIMIKO KUGISAKI
"Kimi"
Sapphire Dragons |Rookie|Jinx: Explosion Enhancement
Location: East District, Sapphire Dragons' Temple
Interacting: Tadashi ( Elenion Aura )
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A relaxed sigh could be heard as Kimiko aimlessly wandered throughout the Temple of the Sapphire Dragons. When she was there, every inhale was like laying in a bed of made up of her favorite flowers, and every exhale was a peaceful ocean wave at the beach, coming over her and washing all her troubles away. This was the life! She couldn't imagine how jealous her brother would be if he saw this place, especially compared to whatever hellhole he used to hang out at when he was a Serpent. The Dragons were definitely the best gang, based off aesthetic alone. "Ahhh, I don't wanna leaveeee..." she quietly mumbled to herself as she tripped and her face headed straight for the floor.

...wait, what?

Perhaps she was a bit too relaxed. As she descended towards the hard ground, she let out an audible 'ack' and reached for the grip of her bat. Thankfully, she was able to get it out in time, and she aimed the tip of the bat at the ground with high hopes of stabilizing herself before she ruined her makeup this early in the day. Hopefully, the impact wouldn't trigger the Bronx Cheer's 'sweet spot' and startle the entire gang with it's loud discharge. She had loaded it with four blanks, after all-- just in case someone got on her bad side on her way to the temple. Luckily enough, she broke her fall without any blanks going off, and she held onto the bat while she regained her composure. As she continued on her merry way, she noticed something: nobody was side-eyeing her or talking about her under their breath. It seemed that the events that took place the previous day were kept under wraps. Possibly the police wanting to minimize public chaos on the first day of the New Year? She shrugged. Either way, as long as she didn't have to go explaining to the Vice Elder (although he'd probably praise her instead of reprimand her) or even worse, the Elder, she didn't care what happened.

Something suddenly came to mind. "Oh!" She had nearly forgotten that she was supposed to embark on a not-so-epic journey with someone today, and that someone was standing right in front of her, with his back turned to her. It was Saito Tadashi, also known as 'Sonic'. She didn't know him too well, but she made sure to keep tabs on most of her fellow members, whether they liked it or not. He would be fun to joke around with, mainly because of his 'nerd' tendencies, and because they weren't too far off in terms of age. Without wasting any more time, she extended a finger and violently jabbed it into his back to grab his attention. "Helloooooo~!" she exclaimed in an obnoxious sing-song tone. "You look... uh, well rested. Ready to head out? "​

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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DETAILS​

___Jinx___
Nitroglycerin Lung Vapor
He can expel nitroglycerin vapor from his lungs into explosive crystalized balls.

___________________________________________Location___________________________________________
(East District)
His home - [Reference]

__________________________________________Interacting__________________________________________
Kimiko Kugisaki Nobody Special , Scarlett Jones SRUNewman

___________________________________________Wearing___________________________________________
Red Button-Up + Tan Khakis + Brown Belt + Brown Derby Shoes + Tan Fedora
[Reference] [His Club]
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Hazel eyes peer down through the lenses of his horn-rimmed reading glasses at the paperback book in his hand, a cup of coffee in his other, resting on the fat arm of the leather chair.

A Hudson Square coffee table separates him from the fireplace--a dormant aloe vera plant for a centerpiece--some glass coasters stacked into a neat tower, save for one seperate that wears a small ring from recent use.

Clearing his throat, he sips his drink. Not too hot. Warm. Just right. Then he leans forward to place it on the coaster, matching the mug to its residual ring.

The title of the book reads Sole Survivor by Dean Koontz, and he's about halfway through it, using only an index finger and a thumb to hold open its sandy pages.

The home, a wooden cabin, is extraordinarily tidy.

Still, there is snow outside, but clumps of it occasionally falling from the roof as they break away from the larger whole, melting beneath the warm sun that peeks through the evergreens.

Krueger is at peace within these walls, as the cops cannot trace him to them since the title bears another name--the name of a long friend.

Finishing a chapter, he slips between the book's pages a short ribbon. Nothing special, really, just a simple string. Then he gets to his feet and pulls out his flip-phone--ancient plastic as Kimiko would put it--and he types up a message to send to his sister, afterward one to Kimiko as well.

The first to Scarlett reads: "Don't sleep too late, Scar. Hope you're well. Let me know. Love you."

And the second to Kimiko reads: "You up, kid? Don't sleep too late. You'll get bags under your eyes. Makeup doesn't help."

 

[Elenion Aura]

«я ценю вашу помощь».​

Yelena Zaytseva

For perhaps the first time that morning, Yelena's eyes widened, tracking the flung crowbar as it whizzed mere inches past her head. Had he been a better shot—since Yelena could not fathom why someone like Eustass would miss intentionally—she'd be a bloody mess on the floor right now. A vein in her temple pulsed. That little cretin was going to live to regret that. Yelena didn't have long to daydream about how gratifying it would feel to pulverize the little shit into powder, however, as before the stray strands of her hair had settled, Eustass had pounced up on top of the table, knocking all of its contents aside, his hand inching toward her face.

In that instant, time seemed to slow so drastically and so unexpectedly that for a moment Yelena thought she was awakening her second Jinx. They were looking one another in the eye now, dead on. Yelena lifted her own hand, palm heavenward. The air around them hummed with power. Well, this certainly wasn't going as planned...

Then, just as the two Serpents were about to clash, the door opened once more. The two of them already inside froze, eyes now fixed on the newcomers standing in the doorway. Yelena counted six figures, silhouetted by the morning light streaming in behind them. They had apparently been in the middle of conversation when they stumbled upon Yelena and Eustass' little... Altercation. Yelena had caught a bit of what they had said. Something, something, 'The boss is on his way.'

For a breath, the room was still and deathly silent. No one moved. Then one of the ruffians, a man with a barrel chest and a handle-bar mustache, spoke up.

"Hey, who the f-" was all Yelena managed to catch, as the blur of skin, fiery hair, and manic, golden eyes formerly known as Eustass arced like a bolt of lightning across the room, straight into their midst.

Tags: Doctor Llamabean (Eustass)

 

[Elenion Aura]

​

”No comment...”​

Saito Tadashi

Tadashi watched Kimiko as she tripped over nothing and almost fell face first onto the smooth tile floor. He didn’t want to embarrass her by letting her know that he’d seen it all so he turned his back and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. It wasn’t like he could just walk away. After all, the two of them had been assigned to go on a mission together, right?

Though, if he was being honest, another mission was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with right now. Not after the chaos of last night. He’d almost died! Capital D, died! If not for Pit and the others... Tadashi shuddered at the thought. The sight of that man, no, that ogre’s rampage, his indiscriminate destruction, his memory of the night prior... It all came back to him in waves. Is that who they’re supposed to be allied with now?! What if he decided to rage out like that again on a mission? What if he did that here?? What if he was on his way here right NOW!?

Poke.

”Kyaaa!!!”

Tadashi squeaked in surprise, hopping forward on instinct. He whipped around to see what had poked him, uncannily sure he would find himself face to face with Rocchi himself, arms flailing in a pitiful excuse for martial arts. Only to lock eyes with Kimiko instead. He felt his left eyebrow twitch.

”Eh?”

Tadashi composed himself with comedic haste, snapping to attention, heels together, one hand behind his back. He cleared his throat, coughing once into his fist.

”O-oh-it's you—“ Too high. Voice cracked. Start over. Ahem. ”Oh. It’s you.” A bit of an over-correction, his voice wasn’t naturally that deep, but workable.

Trying to both hide his mounting embarrassment and immediately wipe the last 30 seconds from his memory—all while fighting off a full blown panic sweat from all the mental gymnastics he’d just undergone to bring him to this point—Tadashi nodded curtly.

”Yes—, ahem, ”Yeah, let’s go.”

Nailed it.

Tags: Nobody Special (Kimiko)

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

​

DETAILS​

___Jinx___
Bodily Temperature Manipulation
He can increase or decrease the temperature of his body up/down to extremes.

_____________________________________________Location_____________________________________________
(West District)
His Apartment - [Reference]

The place is mostly clean, excluding some empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter and clothes in the floor at the foot of the living-room couch.

____________________________________________Interacting____________________________________________
Vulken Beckman Nobody Special

_____________________________________________Wearing_____________________________________________
Basketball Shorts
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Eight years since he's seen his brother, and the first thing he does is uppercut him.

Vulken takes it, too, but Boltius knows he could have avoided it. The fact that he didn't, still staring him down, Boltius feels a pang of guilt pound against his ribs, alongside the nervous fluttering of his heart that he's just now realizing is there.

Nervous, but why?

For the most part, Boltius believes he's taken care of himself... He's done well.

Right?

He wonders what Vulken sees in him right now...

Is he proud?

"Yeah," Vulken replies--soft spoken--and he doesn't break eye contact, meaning he can see as Boltius visibly relaxes; albeit, maintaining his stern expression. He goes on about how he's sorry and how his disappearance needed to be done, and some crack about his ex-girlfriend being fine, which causes a twitch of the eyebrow from Boltius, before all of the sudden he nears Boltius' face, just centimeters away.

Boltius goes cross-eyed.

Then Vulken asks, "Are you...Are you hungover?"

Not a second wasted and he's tossing his head back in laughter before Boltius even answers, bringing the younger one to shuffle away and cover his mouth with an arm, "The fuck's it matter for, dawg- Leave me alone! I'm twenty-one! I can drink if-" Remembering hat Brielle is asleep in the other room, Boltius lowers his voice, "I can drink if I want to..."

He steps aside then, gesturing for Vulken to enter the apartment, wiping his eyes with a quick thumb.

"...Welcome back... Try to- be a little quiet... My roommate- She's sleeping." Rubbing the back of his neck as the door closes, he asks, "Do you drink... like...? Coffee..."

 

[Nobody Special]

BASH HIRABAYASHI
"Taipan"
𓆗 Sable Serpents |Junior| Jinx: Embargo
Location: West District, Seven Eleven
Interacting: Brax ( Doctor Llamabean )
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In a flash, as soon as he followed up on his first hit, Bash was on the ground. It was truly a sight to see-- arms and legs coiling around him faster than he could react. He struggled and yelled, all the more frustrated now, but before long he was completely immobilized. He was like a small rat, helplessly trapped within the tight binds of a Boa. While he wrestled and yelled on the outside, his interior was much calmer as he was slowly choked out, not realizing that his struggles only made his impending demise come faster. While cats were definitely his favorite, snakes definitely came in a close second. He'd always tell others that snakes were his thing-- reluctant to admit he liked an animal as soft and weak as your average cat. Snakes, on the other hand, were just like him. Crafty, determined, and, most importantly, strong. Hell, he had even went as far as to go by 'Taipan'. While he rarely introduced himself to others with this title, it still held meaning to him. He was an inland taipan, the most venomous snake in the whole wide world, and his precious Embargo was his bane.

Embargo. That thought sparked something in Bash's mind. His eyes, previously fogged by insatiable rage, were now as clear as day. Embargo...was his jinx. That's right, jinxes are a thing, obviously. A bunch of people have one. He struggled to connect the dots as his air supply quickly ran out. Embargo...Jinx...everyone has one... His frustrated scowl curled up to become a manically pleased grin. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse from the lack of air in his lungs. "I..." he had finally cracked the code. What a simple code it was to crack, and even so, it had still taken him way too long to figure it out. He was angry at Brax, of course, but he was even more angry with himself for being such a blind idiot at such a crucial time. He would punish himself with a murderous workout after he finished kicking this guy's ass. Such a simple law of the land, and it took the aggressive face of his opponent staring at him--his neck ludicrously wrapped around his own multiple times like a snake-- for Bash to finally, finally figure it out. No, I'm the fucking Serpent. Not you. Know your place. He held onto consciousness by pressing down on his own tongue with his sharp canine, and with one last grin, and one last attempt at getting a coherent sentence out, he executed his counterattack.

"I...I..."

"I...FIGURED...YOU...OUT...!!!!"

"EMBAAAAAARRRRGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

It was admittedly an extremely corny way to activate his jinx. He had come up with the name for it on his own--finding out what the word meant in one of the pages of his school-issued dictionary that he hadn't torn out to stoke the chimney's fire on a winter night. To seize or otherwise ban (trade, or a country or commodity). That was exactly what the 'poison' of his jinx did. It banned the use of stupid, unfair jinxes. Of course something that suited him so well deserved a unique name, and not something as boring as his official diagnosis of "Jinx Cancellation". No, Embargo was more than that. It was a part of him, his favorite trick, his trump card. And the spoils he got from using it? The same look of confusion, utter bafflement, that was plastered on Brax's face as his limbs suddenly snapped back into their regular state, now a regular boy on top of another regular boy. He took advantage of this confusion to take a deep breath, making up for all of the air he had missed out on, before roaring once again and thrusting his head upwards. Would a headbutt hurt? Of course. Did he give a shit? Of course not.​

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Mollify || Junior Sapphire Dragon

• 
  
  
  Location: Hideout: Training Dojo
  Date: January 1st, 2021
  
  Interaction:
  Omar [Jack-o'-lantern] ( Vahn )
  

  
  

  ~ Vision of a Visage ~
  Fódlan Winds || Mollify’s CS File
  
  She’d spent the morning confused. Her clairvoyance had activated earlier, but like usual she had no context for what she’d seen. Instead of any measure of familiarity she saw a woman in her vision, as well as one of her elder dragons. The woman was obviously a civilian. She had a soft face, clean soft clothes. Even how the "her" and "him" of her vision treated her spoke of civilians. Still, she had messed something up… That shout. She didn’t know when that was but she was determined for it not to happen. So she hit the training deck.
  
  The morning had been a blur of hit, jump, hit, stumble because of a vision, hit again. She wasn’t sure why it was acting up so frequently. Perhaps because she was so intent on not repeating that mistake. She did her best to put it out of her head, focusing on a vision always made it so much worse.
  
  She swung her tonfa to an extended position making them move forwards instead of resting on her forearms. She went in again and began to hit the dummy before her. She sidestepped like a boxer weaving in movements. While she never learned much more than the footwork from Vanja she made it a priority to mix it in with the martial arts that Robin taught her. She was no master at either but she was getting there with her Kobuto. She swung it back inside to a defensive position when she heard her name being called out.
  
  Oh. That was soon.
  
  No wonder it had been such an aggressively captured vision. She slid her tonfa to her straps at her legs. She took a few deep breaths in through the nose and exhaled through her mouth slowing her heart rate back to a resting rate before shouting back an answer.
  
  “In Here Sir!”
  
  She went to wave as he approached.
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Lucidity || Senior Albino Tiger

• 
  
  
  Location: Tiger's Hideout: Lucy's Room
  Date: Janurary 1st, 2021
  
  Interaction:
  Akira [Inari] ( Nobody Special )
  
  Mentioned:
  Chikage [Ogre] ( Doctor Llamabean )
  

  
  

  ~ Never Give Up Your Image ~
  Outlaw || Lucidity’s CS File
  
  She had guilted Chikage once he woke up… Where did she get that nerve? She reflected back upon it glad that she still had her neck after that. Especially considering he’d attacked them just before she rammed a car into him. Gods she was really winning at the idiot awards. On the bright side she was still in one piece, and she’d even got him to agree to a date? She wasn’t sure if he was even listening or being serious when he did but now she had a date with Aki and a date with Chikage and Chikage was paying for both.
  
  It more than made up for the hell that was dealing with the Dragons. She wasn't quite fond of the way that Kanna woman bossed them around but she knew better than to say that when the woman could electrocute her to death. Nionet's ideals be damned, she wasn't gonna trust some half-assed pacifist motto. Ideals were nice but that was just it ideals. When the shit hit the fan people showed their true colors. She wasn't gonna test the waters just to get burned. Plus that they didn't need to know her, a fight would require her pulling all the stops out. Her best weapon was people not realizing she was the body swapper the Tigers had. Sure her fighting was on par with some strong fighters but no human could beat electrocution.
  
  She looked around her room in the mansion. Well she said her room but it was in reality borrowed like everything else about her since joining the Tigers. A borrowed hair color, fake eye color, a false name. She hardly recognized herself in the mirror sometimes. This was for her mother she would remind herself when it got hard to look at what she’d chosen. She let out a sigh as she avoided looking into her vanity.
  
  She could die at any moment, and nearly had several times, and she was not a single thread closer to finding out any information on the Revenants or the Death squads. What had she been doing these past eight years? It seemed she had even her Tigers to fear when it came down to it. No, she wouldn’t let her image be marred. She was above it all. Fearless, flirty, and going to be a woman in charge. Her expression changed to one of somber.
  
  She was no fucking victim. She was Lucidity, daughter to Lucifer, and soon they’d all know it. Soon they’d all fear it. She grabbed her scythe and gave it a spin letting her be reminded of the agility and strength she’d been honing. She was the light her father brought into this world. Meant to be seen clearly not meant to be hidden.
  
  She grabbed it mid twirl making it’s motion halt as she heard a knock on her door. She felt the serious expression on her face twist into a smirk. Yes, she had an image to maintain after all. She put her scythe down as her seriousness gave way to her usual playful and bubbly demeanor, even as her refined and sharp swagger stayed. She pulled her door open and leaned on the frame with her left.
  
  “My, my. Back already? Have you got the chance to plan a super special second first date then? Or shall we go with the flow?”
  
  

 

[FabulousTrash]

Jaiden Wilson - Sable Serpents - Ace
Location: His apartment, moving to the meetup location
Clothing Reference: T-shirt, Jeans, Bomber jacket | Shoes
Interactions: Malik Padovani ( Doctor Llamabean ), Vicky Burnomi ( GrieveWriter )

Jaiden stared at himself through the mirror in his bathroom.

After last night, he had barely gotten any sleep and it showed. He insisted on staying with Mixie to make sure that she recovered from the fight at the library. Thankfully, the hand that was cut off grew back like usual. As he promised, he brought Mixie back to the abandoned library later in the night to blow it up, but his ongoing tensions with the Revenants got the better of him and he told Mixie to blow up the entire building instead of a table or something else small. Of course, the authorities didnt catch them, and they had no idea how the building exploded in the first place.

Once Jaiden got home, he treated his own wounds, mainly the gunshot wound in his thigh. He lived in a studio apartment in the South District, close to the border of the Rose District. The bullet was pulled out and his thigh was wrapped up. Jaiden reached up, rubbing the spot on his face where he was hit. He could only imagine how much it would actually hurt.

He turned the faucet on, splashing water onto his face and then dried up, leaving the room and turned the light off. As much as he wanted to take a day off, there was also something else to do for the Serpents, and of course Gree wanted Jaiden to do the dirty work. To not much of a surprise, Gree was sitting this one out as well. Instead, Jaiden was going be working with a junior named Vicky and.....Malik.

Jaiden couldn't remember the last time he spoke to Malik, let alone seen him. It had been some time since Jaiden had taken the title of Ace from him. Personally, Jaiden didnt really care that much. Though he was pretty sure Malik didn't like him. Which was fine with Jaiden.

As he was getting dressed for the day, his phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, both Malik and Vicky had sent messages, coordinating where the three of them were going to meet up. Jaiden looked at the directions Vicky provided and couldnt help but smile slightly. He replied to the both of them.

"Hutch's it is. Be there soon."

Jaiden finished getting dressed, grabbing everything he needed before leaving the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.

[...]

It wasnt along walk from where he lived. Only 15 minutes passed when Jaiden arrived. He walked up to the building, looking around and sure enough, Vicky was standing, waiting outside. Jaiden came up and stood next to her, glancing over to her.

"I'm guessing Malik aint here yet."

 

[Nobody Special]

Vulken Beckman
"Draken"
Ruby Revenants |Senior| Jinx: Incinerator
Location: West District, Boltius' apartment
Interacting: Boltius ( Doctor Llamabean )
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"Welcome back." those two words would always serve as a painful reminder that he had even been gone. While he was never one to dwell on the past, Vulken just couldn't manage to shake off that dreadful feeling of guilt as he stepped into Boltius' apartment. Would it ever go away? Would things ever be the same as they were eight years ago? He doubted it. This was a part of him now. He was the one who disappeared and let his friends, his family suffer without a single sign or notion that he was okay. While it haunted him now, he knew that he would get over it eventually. It would just take time, and as of now, he had all the time in the world on his hands. He quietly scanned the apartment once he stepped in. It gave off a warm, cozy feeling that was sure to put one at ease the minute they stepped inside. Good taste, little bro.

His eye flicked over to his brother as he spoke, taking in every word-- more specifically "roommate" and "she" before cracking a smile. He would have to get on his head about that later. His smile quickly lowered to an annoyed scowl, however, when he was asked if he drank coffee. "Hell no. Coffee's nasty, man. I don't drink that shit." He glanced at the door to his right. It was tightly closed, leaving only the door to the left to be passed. Probably where this 'roommate' was. He quietly walked into the room on the left, and leaned on the closest wall with his hands in his pockets. "And you shouldn't either, 'specially if you think its gonna 'cure' that hangover." his eyes were glued onto Boltius, taking in all of the years he had missed out on watching him grow. He'd certainly grown into quite the guy, although his mannerisms and way of dressing definitely reminded him of his past self. He shrugged. Kid's definitely smarter than I was. That's for sure. His expression suddenly brightened, and he lifted himself off the wall, beaming at his brother with a bright smile. "So, what's this I hear about you becoming Jack? Connections told me." he was proud, and he couldn't contain it. He reached over and ruffled his younger brother's hair with his left hand, something he hadn't been able to do in years. "Tryin' to get to the top, eh? You gotta introduce me to some people, by the way. Everything's fuckin' different from before. It's annoying."​

 

[Cracker]

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_{Nionet Sinblade | Sapphire Dragons - Elder | Location: East District - Her House to Erich's Silva's House (his garage) | Interacting/Mentioned: Erich Silva| Outfit: Main Outfit + Jacket + Hair Accessory (flower)}​

Merely seconds after knocking, Nionet furrows a brow at the clamorous noises coming from within the garage--the clanging metal of which she can only assume to be one thing...

"Un momento!" The boy says, slightly muffled by the walls surrounding him.

She flashes a quick smile, delighted to hear his voice, but is then startled by the abrupt lifting of the garage door. A loud, deep whirring sound is produced as the metal sheet gradually rises.

Hoping to greet the Vice Elder formally after their short time of distance, Nionet stands tall with her chin held high and hands clasped behind her back--ostensibly displaying a poised, positive attitude.

However, her confidence is withering away with each passing second.

As the boy on the other side is revealed from the bottom up, numbing tingles spark their way through her hands. A rapid thump pulses within her chest. All the sudden, she feels dizzy and anxious.

This feeling--could it be... she had too much sodium this morning? No, must have been the caffeine.

Finally, Silva's entire figure can be seen, posed proudly with both hands on his hips and beaming the usual energetic vibes. Just before a single word can be said, he lunges forward and pulls Nionet into a warm embrace. The pressure causes her wounds to sting.

She ignores it.

As he buries a face into her shoulder and pulls her up until her toes barely touch the ground, she silently winces at the burning pain, but fails to notice that all of the nervousness from before is gone...

"BOSS MAAAAAAAAAAN!!!! EET'S BEEN SO LOOOOOONG!!"

Nionet chuckles softly, "Ah- Yes. Good morning." She gently returns the hug, "I'm glad you're doing okay. I was informed you fought a Serpent yesterday..."

Saying this, she pulls herself from his grasp and directs her eyes to meet his--though his goggles make it hard to do so.

That's when the curiosity hits her, one she's had many times before.

What... does he look like?

With a shake of the head, the thought is swept away, "I- I'll over look it. We have a mission to do, but we must wait for Omar and Molly to arrive."

Doctor Llamabean

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

​

DETAILS​

___Jinx___
Corrosion
He can corrode and disintegrate things by touch at a rate of one or two-inches-per-second.

______________________________________________Location______________________________________________
(South District)
[Random Neighborhood]
Random Ramshackle Abode [Reference]

Contrary to the reference image, the ramshackle building is under construction--though, the construction has temporarily been halted for personal reasons by the new owner of the property. One of the front windows has been shattered. Where another road can be seen in the image beside the building, this is actually the property's parking lot in the story. There is a long chain connecting two concrete posts that's blocking the entrance to the said parking lot in order to keep people from loitering for the time being until the business is up and running. The parking lot is littered with different construction equipment.

_____________________________________________Interacting_____________________________________________
Yelena Zaytseva Elenion Aura

______________________________________________Wearing______________________________________________
Tightly Fitted Spandex Shirt + Black Cargo Pants + White Belt + Black, Red, and White Sneakers
[Reference]
[Crowbar Saw]

Since he's shirtless, the hand-shaped scar on Eustass' right hip can be seen. By appearance, it's like a bruise that never fades, but upon closer inspection the skin is hard and cracked, dry and rough to the touch.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________​

What was he doing again?

Oh, right. He was about to kill Yelena...

The face within his hand, however, is not Yelena's.

Eustass clings to the man like a monkey, burying his feet deep into his gut, hanging onto the material of his shirt as the very flesh and bone of the guy's body simply gives way into shavings of red dust. Staggering forward, even as the man grabs Eustass' body to try to pull him off, his hands fall under the effects of Eustass' Jinx.

Corrosion: Activation by way of pressure under the pads of all five fingers, rendering his entire body from the waist up completely corrosive.

The man's throat collapses mid-shriek, becoming first a muffled gargle, then nothing.

The other men stand mortified and unprepared. One--tall and blond--falls back and tumbles down the short flight of stairs, gasping high-pitched wheezes and cursing with what breath he can manage. Another--red-haired with the number 777 tattooed under his right eye--backs into another with a mohawk. They both flinch.

By now, the barrel-chested man is nothing more than a headless mass of meat with only three-fourths of a torso, lying bloody on the floor at Eustass' feet.

Eustass looks up at the group of now five, shaking his hands of the crimson nectar.

From the spot where the barrel-chested man originally stood, to where his body lies now to the left of Yelena, closer to where Eustass' crowbar saw had ended up: chunks and bits of flesh hardened at the edges and a trail of red ashes.

Eustass spits a foamy drool, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "What's the- with the- what's with the- the sausage fest?"

The shortest of the five falls to his knees then and presses his hands together before his face, dropping his head as he begs, "Please! Please! What do you want!?"

Eustass ponders an answer... Cracking a smile, "You got any- You got any drugs?"

The guy lifts his head, "H-Huh?"

"THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER!"

"Guh- Y-Yes! We have some- We have some!" He rifles through his coat pocket, pulls out a small baggy containing some sort of white powder, then tosses it to Eustass just short enough to reach him--but Eustass manages to kick it up like one would a hacky sack, then he snatches it from mid-air to inspect it.

"What's it?" Eustass asks.

"Just- Just some adderall... I stole and crushed..." the guy answers.

"Tch- Lame. But whatever- what- whatever."

 

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Vice


Interaction/Mention: (Malik) Doctor Llamabean (Jaiden) FabulousTrash
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Hutch Burger... Triple Hutch Burger Combo.... Hut Style Fries with Sea Salt and Spices... Deep Dish Hashbrowns with cheese...

For what by all intents and purposes was a fast food place, Hutch's Hut seemed to work overtime to make itself seem like an actual restaurant. Clean appearance, stylish uniforms, and a menu that put some fine dining establishment's to shame. But anyone who actually worked there could say that working there compared to other fast food joints was literal hell. The extensive menu was the result of Hutch's not so subtly pilfering menu ideas from literally every other eatery in New Oasis, changing names and style just enough to avoid any legal ramifications from their blatant mimicry. Every location had a kitchen which was known colloquially as the Hut House, which had an extensive assortment of toppings, meals, fryers and more.

Staff had to scramble to keep up with the extreme variety of orders that could be placed, as any mistakes were taken out of their salaries for inconvenience pay. Only the most dedicated employees could make it in Hutch's Hut, those able to keep up with the Variety on offer. As such, Hutch's Hut had something of a reputation for chewing up desperate workers, the paychecks high enough to entice those deluded into thinking it was like other fast food companies. But through their suffering, came the flavor of a generation. Vice was only one of the many customers dedicated to the sheer deliciousness that Hutch's provided, the scent of cheap yet varied meals drawing the masses like a horde of hungry monsters.

But damn if being a monster didn't taste so good.

Vice stood before Hutch's with a hunger in her soul and her eyes glued to the menu through the window. The idea of meeting here had been influenced partly by wanting to treat Malik for his efforts yesterday, and partly because any excuse to eat at Hutch's Hut should be taken. If it wasn't for how much of a busy little bee she was, she'd have probably ruined her physique months ago. Her soothing tunes had influenced a number of desperate listeners to seek her out for a little bit of friendly council, and every time they approached she would lead them to Hutch's Hut one way or another. Over the juicy influence of a good Hutch Burger or some Spice Fries, the meetings often ended with Vice either leading her desperate Listener to a helpful little product she was making... or leading them back to her place.

She really should consider a sponsorship with Hutch's at some point, but Sable Serpent Affairs took priority at the moment.

So instead she considered a quick meal she could share with the guys while they go over their little operation, but of course found her eyes wandering the infinite maze of the Hutch's Hut menu, which covered nearly an entire wall with sheer delicious variety. Like the gorgeous eyes of a model, it was something one could easily find themselves lost in...

Until Jaiden arrived, and drew her eyes away from that glory. Vice tilted her head at his supposition about Malik before smirking and giving a shrug, "Such thoughts twinkle with the light o' truth Jayjay." she nodded whilst spreading her arms and approaching "But given the furious bridges he crossed in the recent epoch, such can be pardoned under the entombing of positive mannerisms."

She paused right before she could hug him, looking closer at Jaiden's face before letting her arms dangle at her sides "In fact, it would seem the errant wisps of strife graced both of your domiciles, brother. The flavors that be reveal themselves more necessary now than anticipated."

She nodded towards Hutch's Hut, "Consider the treasures that lie within the temple a satiating reward for braving the island's dangers, such bounty shall fuel the challenge granted to us from above. The Pushin' of Product shall commence in due times, but as for the now..."

Folding her arms under her chest, Vice turned back to the establishment, "Dreams of Bacon cheese dip and Steak Burgers perforate my mindscape, but I offer you two the choice of feast to indulge in... my treat."