Multiple Settings New Oasis: Gangsters Edition (CLOSED)

[Elenion Aura]

FULCRUM​

Owen Mathias

Owen stopped short, when Ady rushed forward. This was bad. He eventually hurried up to where she stood, squaring off against two others. Owen thought they had the look of Tigers, but couldn’t place their faces. In any case, one pineapple wasn’t worth getting into a brawl over... To him, anyway. This girl was a different story. He glanced at her snarling expression, thinking the worst.

Feeling as if he had no other choice, and realizing that trying to reason with the madwoman beside him would be both fruitless, and a shocking display of disunity on the part of the Revenants—one that, no matter the disagreement, should never be made in the face of a rival gang—Owen spoke up, hoping that cooler heads would prevail.

”Listen,” he began, raising his arms in an effort to diffuse any tension, as he took a purposeful step forward, toward the man with the pineapple. ”It’s unfortunate, but it would save us all the trouble if you’d just hand over the fruit.” While he hoped the blond would agree to walk away without a fight, Owen couldn’t help but size the two of them up. They didn’t look so tough, but their Jinxes would be the deciding factor... And at the moment, he was blanking on a positive identity for either of them. Less than ideal.

Tags: Anne Boolean (Ady, Pascal), WhiskeyMarten (Carter)

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Rebirth || Rookie Sable Serpant

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  Location: Construction Site
  Date: January 1st, 2021
  
  Interaction:
  Eustass [The Purge] ( Doctor Llamabean ) Yelena [Tsarina] ( Elenion Aura )
  

  ~ Collections Call ~
  Unpleasant || Rebirth's CS File
  
  He smirked as he heard the blip of his phone. So they were that quick to analyze the data were they? He opened up the file waiting for his phone to catch up, as he moved his seat back up in the car. It was another stolen burner, which was unfortunate as it seemed it’d be a great upgrade for him. His was a piece of garbage but it was pretty much all he had. The burner phone had finished the upload quickly.
  
  Oh now wasn’t that a treat…
  
  He shot a quick message to the boss with his findings before he tossed the phones to the passenger side. He was rather fortunate he’d decided not to take the day off. Gideon might have eluded him if he had. Even so, this wasn’t going to be cheap, he was lucky he’d stacked some favors to the Metaxas’.
  
  He threw the car into drive before he began speeding off. Lucky thing this construction site wasn’t too far off of his path. He did a sharp U-turn in an abandoned dead-end road hitting the curb just a bit. Fuck. He pressed the gas… Tires seemed fine, though the car probably had a bit of a dent in it now. Oh well, he’ll blame Eustass later when he found the two.
  
  He drove down the block slowing only marginally until he heard the sound of shouts. Yup there the psycho was. He turned and pulled up to the building. Too bad the parking lot was barred off. The fuckers. He threw his door open without even bothering to turn off the engine he shifted the car into park and got out.
  
  “HEY PURGE, TSARINA GUESS WHAT I FOUND!”
  
  He shouted to his colleagues not intending to go into the shitty half-built building. They should be done by now. If not from Rina’s skill then from Purge’s general instability. Besides if they wanted to catch their goose they had to move quickly.
  
  
  
  

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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DETAILS​

___________________________________________Location___________________________________________
[North District: Ol' Pleasant Neighborhood]
(Albino Tigers' Mansion)
Main Foyer

__________________________________________Interacting__________________________________________
Grégoire Tanaka Caffeine_Obsessed

___________________________________________Wearing___________________________________________
Black Turtleneck Sweater + Black Jeans + White Wool Long Coat + Black Boots
(He wears a black leather glove on his right hand)
[Reference]
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Chikage wouldn't identify himself as a sadist if you asked, often quite the contrary of such a label, as he possesses a great deal of empathy. His sympathies, however, come at a price.

But if you asked how he feels about right now--seeing the look of sheer stupefaction and horror upon Grégoire Tanaka's face--he would simply smile.

In fact, he is smiling, also wiping his hand off on his coat--the one he'd touched Grée with moments ago--as if the oils from the guy's skin will seep into his glove and stain his finger.

"You..." A laugh bubbles in his throat. Shaking his head, "You wouldn't give your life for your own sister?" A rhetorical question. The laugh deepens, spreading tremors through his shoulders as it grows louder, ricocheting off the high-risen walls of the massive foyer. He cups a hand over his stomach, taking two steps back.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't expecting the other's cowardly response, but to actually see it and hear it, Chikage is elated.

"You're a fucking-... A fucking disgrace! AHAHA! AHAHAHA!" Wetness bubbles in the corners of his ruby eyes. His abs hurt, but the hysterics continue a moment longer. Then in a sudden transition to rage, he screams, "YOU COME TO ME!?" Glaring at Grégoire and pointing to himself with a thumb, breathing heavy. "YOU FUCKING COME TO ME!..." The jutting thumb turns into a flat palm against his chest. "AND YOU THINK I'M GOING TO HELP YOU!?... YOU OF ALL PEOPLE!?"

The image of Century Lunique bathed in her own blood, that day five years ago, manifests a boiling rage within Chikage's veins, flowing like rapid waters and spreading throughout his entirety with every throbbing heartbeat pounding against his chest.

He grits his teeth, wincing from the memory as he shakes his head in disbelief at Grégoire. Not at his response, but at his evildoing in the past.

Five years ago or not, the image still haunts him today.

Chikage composes himself--guided by his awareness of opportunities when presented with them--turning his back to Grée as he fixes his disheveled hair, and he says calmly, "I've stated my condition." He adjusts the glove on his right hand, looking over his shoulder now to show Grégoire a neutral expression that's void of emotion, "But don't get the wrong idea. You're worth more to me alive than dead... When I call upon you..."

Once again facing the Serpents' Elder, he tosses to him a phone--it's unlocked. "You'll come. Now put in your number. I have a member who can repair any wounds of the flesh but not of broken bone. She'll heal your sister as best she can, but I'll be sending others with her, and you'll treat her kindly. She's just a kid," he says. "I'd come myself if I weren't busy."

 

[Nobody Special]

AKIRA SENDO
"Inari"
Albino Tigers |Senior / Bodyguard|Jinx: Item Teleportation
Location: West District, Ruby Revenants Hotel
Interacting: Lucy ( BriiAngelic )
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"Hmmm. Tell me Akira… How much do you think about the ones that Age out of gangs?" he turned back towards her, obviously a bit perplexed by her question. "Ones that have been in so long, but just disappear or show up dead one day. Have you ever wondered what happens to them then?" He decided he'd take some time to answer her question to the best of his ability-- what was probably the hardest part of this adventure was already finished, after all. He stepped over to one of the two beds in the hotel room, and without a second of hesitation, he sat down. While the room itself was dingy, the bed didn't feel that bad. The only thing wrong with it was that it's sheets were untidy, and the fact that it hadn't been tended to in a long while. He crossed his arms, eyes aimed at the ceiling as he thought to himself.

"I'd like to think that they manage to get away from all of this and live out the rest of their lives in prosperity and happiness," he blinked before looking towards her with a gentle smile. "But, of course, that can't be the case for every single person." If Akira was being honest, he had absolutely no clue on what the correct answer to her question was. The only reason that he had even bothered to actually sit down and ponder over this was the fact that she seemed so genuinely curious about this. At this point, he trusted her enough to be able to drop the façade, even for a moment, and give her his serious answer. "This is a dangerous life we live, Lucy. Even if you do manage to get out, there's always going to be someone-- whether they be a rival gang member, the owner of a store you robbed, or even the child of someone who's life you took-- someone is going to be out for your head." there it was. The cold, hard truth. He looked her in the eyes for a moment, hoping he hadn't killed the mood. "But, just because that's the truth, doesn't mean everybody has to die. I'm sure there are plenty of people who're somewhere in the Bahamas right now, living their lives out knowing they're safe." he fidgeted with the needle in his hand, dexterously spinning it around and rolling it between his fingers as he tried to bring a happy ending to his depressing speech. "I'm sure you'll be one of the ones who makes it out safely. You're smart, after all. When I'm done here, I wouldn't mind moving somewhere nice. I could use a change of pace..." finally returning the needle to his jacket, as he was finally, somehow, starting to feel comfortable, he blinked in his fellow Tiger's direction. What a weird question. What are we doing here? There has to be something you wanted from this.

He narrowed his eyes at her, only for a split second.

Tell me. ​

 

[Vahn]

Omar Ayad - Sapphire Dragons - Jack

Location: East District, Erich's Silva's House ( Garage )

Interactions / Mentions : Doctor Llamabean Erich Deon Silva Cracker Nionet Sinblade, BriiAngelic Cordelia Paderau Vaughn

While she was right to be upset, little did Cordelia Paderau Vaughn understand the real reason as to why he is doing this and then she made a response he suspected her to make after all he is feeding her a very downer story.

Cordelia Paderau Vaughn: “You’re a downer. If you got promoted then you got promoted. If you don’t wanna be a lapdog then don’t. I came here because I agree with Miss Nionet’s philosophy.”

The tone, the tapping and the breathing pattern made this...too easy but then Jack-O'-Lantern had to speak into Omars' head ever so softly.

Jack-O'-Lantern: " Ahh yes what we have hear is either a fanatic or zealot....one only needs numbers when being an individual is not enough against the numbers.....Remember your parents teachings....Fear is a tool so why not other emotions...."

Omar mentally made a nod without moving his head, the trick he played worked perfectly....Great grand parents once said peace without power is fragile but power without peace is a dictatorship, balance is needed for real peace. During his monotone speech, he was literally poking the bear that is Cordelia Paderau Vaughn but made sure to make it sound like he cleans up the messes that the other elders wanted no part of and now the climax of this story battle for information.

Cordelia Paderau Vaughn: “ Where I’m from, peace is something only the strong have. And I was too weak. I have someone I’ve been looking for, and they’re probably in the gangs. I want to make my own peace, and that requires finding them and making them confess to what they’ve done. I can’t look my brother in the face again until I do.

Omar came out the victor for she had revealed something about her past and also she has a brother. The way she worded it, she is hunting for someone but does not know who however she has a way to find who ever she is looking for. No smirk or grin would show on Omar face however mentally Jack-O'-Lantern was having a blast and then mentioned to Omar.

Jack-O'-Lantern: "She seeks to use the gang to find peace within herself bt at the same time is following Nionet philosophy.... she is a riot but she knows so little of what is required to bring necessary peace....I wonder what she will say if she knows that some of our outings that involve bloodshed were under Nionet Sinblade orders. "

Back to the present, as Omar noted the deep breath that Nionet took and thought maybe he struck the right chord, also the perkiness tone of voice of Cordelia Paderau Vaughn then the mention of an escort mission for a Zylith Cross and about the bunny door...that struck a chord for Omar as he remember East District's Play Plaza a daycare and restaurant and one of the few places that has the Jack-O'-Lantern story pop up book in its collection....This will be a problem....or maybe an opportunity for the kids to see Jack-O'-Lantern in the flesh....But the mention of a place were her enemies would not suspect...now that is worrying what has the Sapphire Dragons gotten themselves into...at least I have a business card.

Cordelia Paderau Vaughn: “I have- so many questions.”

Omar thought to himself maybe she will ask the questions I don't need to....

Cordelia Paderau Vaughn: “Er- I mean what I meant to say was- ah- Well why us? An escort mission shouldn’t need a Jack, unless she’s rather known but uh if that’s the case I can’t help but feel you might have found better candidates than myself…. especially given what I saw”

Omar thought to himself again well she gets a point for asking about me and also another point about saying what she saw....Hmm might be some sort of Jinx, hers or someone close to her. Regardless time for me to make the follow up. Omar first opened up his duffel bag and then grabbed the newspaper before approaching and handing it to Nionet.

Omar Ayad: " You need someone to handle this bit of news.....someone or something is attacking civilians...On a side note I have to agree with Cordelia Paderau Vaughn opinion, why do you need me?.....Is it because you marked Zylith Cross for the Jack-O'-Lantern to collect? If that's the case then she really does not need to be here for this......Unless of course you want Omar Ayad to handle this and not Jack-O'-Lantern...."

Omar Ayad realized that the last part he said was not coming from him as Omar Ayad looked at the right side and saw Jack-O'-Lantern fully clothed and standing right beside him but he noticed the gaze of Nionet Sinblade and saw only his reflection from her eyes.

Jack-O'-Lantern: "Don't worry Omar....They cannot see me.....but also they cannot hear me....Its just you and me can hear each other but don't speak out loud or they will hear you."

Omar Ayad mentally thought to himself.....well things took a turn for the worse.

 

[violentfish]

DETAILS​

RETSUKO ICHIGO | No gang affiliation | Location: West District - Traveling - Piggly Wiggly | Interacting/Mentioned: Adder Shaley | Outfit: Sharp |

A rhythmic rumble resonated from under Adder’s truck as a lion bolstering through the pride. Some heads turned others remained focused on their duties at hand, much like army ants bustling to and fro in seemingly random directions. This city loomed above Ichigo, holding back secrets like a volcano suppressing toxic rivers of peril that only it can. Tracing with intent glimpses of the passing scenery, Ichigo’s head paced in metronome fashion with the comfortable speed of the truck gathering as much sensory input as he could.

So many people. So many emotions. So invigorating. Ichigo’s experience in life had been limited in many ways by the Island Elders. They knew his ability, his curse, his jinx. The Elders knew what he would be capable of and unlocking his full potential meant destruction lay before him. Emotions empower people. Emotions are full of energy whether based on goodness or evil and Ichigo can extract as much emotional energy as is available to him without limits. Now that, that is exactly what the Island Elders feared most.

Adder and Ichigo’s tour consisted of many questions and answers regarding the nature of the West District, the tsunami, and the recovery. Ichigo’s eagerness of conversation flowed like a natural spring gushing from the earth, a foreign undertaking based on Ichigo’s past. Ichigo shared his aspirations of restarting his blacksmithing shop, pointing out several vacant structures that would serve well for the newcomer. Adder enthusiastically assisted with pros and cons of each selection. Their relationship was comfortable and trust immediate. Ichigo knew he could share things with Adder. A safeness.

The truck blinker clicked in opposition to the flashing bulb visible in Ichigo’s side mirror jutting from the door structure. Adder’s hands crawled over one-another, as the chariot slowed and tottered over the turnoff ramp and into the Piggly Wiggly parking lot. A merry-go-round of musical chairs erupted as vehicles fluxed down the parking isles in search of the parking spot closest to the store. Adder gently halted his truck farthest from the store as any vehicle.

“Coffee filters?” Ichigo suggested with a modest grin, knowing the purpose of the tour’s pause.

Cracker

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

Carter Renshaw

Status

Albino Tigers Junior | Grocery store | Interactions: Pascal & Adrienne Anne Boolean , Owen Elenion Aura

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Before enquiring about the night of December 25th, Carter listened patiently to Pascal's answer, nodding with an understanding of his situation. Carter thought a lot about how much free time he had, having no job or time-consuming hobbies. He was used to spending each day roaming the city in the past. It was hard to fathom someone not having enough time to cook every day. Nonetheless, he understood that other people are different.
"Hey, whatever works for you dude, small steps. We should totally shop here together again, shopping's better with others anyway."

After replying to Pascal, Carter then led to his question about Jin, maintaining a serious composure as Pascal explained his side of the story. "First name basis, eh?" Carter studied the Senior's story in his head for a few moments. He wasn't sure how much he believed it, but he hardly had any way to disprove what he said. If anything, he admired Pascal's guts to go talk to the Revenant's Elder directly, without any jinx to back himself up with. Seeing no reason not to, Carter offered up his own (limited) knowledge.
"Can't say it was a productive conversation, but we exchanged some words with the Jack of the Revenants. He seemed pretty... mad. Said we were sticking our noses where they don't belong. I didn't really get a chance to find out what he meant, I assumed it was because he was guilty of something. If what their Elder said was true though, perhaps we should be investigating different possibilities."

Carter looked and felt uncomfortable at this moment, wishing he'd tried to cool down the situation at Christmas instead of arguing back. They desperately needed answers right now. His arm still stung from Boltius's fiery swing at him, the only thing he gained from the encounter. Not wanting to leave his statement at that, he continued after a brief pause.
"They did attack us in the middle of the Rose District. I know Emelia and I didn't do anything to warrant it, but I don't think he would've approached us so boldly if he was a killer either. I'll talk to Emelia about it, maybe she knows more than we do..."
Carter's trust in Emelia stood firm, a person he'd vouch for through anything. He knew she gave her number to the Revenant's Jack, but not what happened afterward. He made a mental note to speak with her asap and followed Pascal to where the last pineapple lay in the store, fortunate enough that they were the first to take it.

Then, the Revenants arrived.

Carter turned his head to where he heard Adrienne approach. He was just as surprised as Pascal was and stayed close to him in case there was going to be an issue. Unfortunately, Pascal's words of apology didn't seem to be good enough, judging by the girl's threat. Then she revealed the concealed knife, and he realized exactly who they were dealing with. 'Wendi' of the Ruby Revenants. He had seen her before.

"Are you serious right now?"
Those were the only words Carter could think to say, stuck in another volatile situation with the Revenants. He didn't back away against the Revenant. Despite the weapon she had, Adrienne didn't look too threatening physically and knowing her gang affiliation, Carter wasn't prepared to let her get her way. The other man, who Carter didn't recognize, was a different story. He seemed less passionate about the issue than his ally did, but Carter didn't have info on him, and that made him potentially a lot more dangerous. Especially so when Carter's only backup was a jinxless man, and even Carter himself didn't have anything on hand for his own jinx. "Who brings weapons to the supermarket?"

"Sorry, but I'm afraid you're out of luck. We got it first. I don't think this is a matter you two want to escalate, so maybe try the shop down the road?" Carter couldn't help but have a bitter tone. He was tired of dealing with these Revenants, who seemed to think that a fight was the first solution to any problem. Not that Carter wasn't willing to back up his gang, but the problem was trivial enough that aggression seemed pointless. Someone who would threaten someone else over a pineapple is someone not to go near, normally.
"Let's go, shall we?" Carter asked Pascal insistently, not turning away from the two Revenants.

 

[Anne Boolean]

Pascal Corbin, a.k.a. Mech (color changed to blue to avoid confusion) && Adrienne Hawthorne, a.k.a. Wendi
"You have to be kidding me..."
"Hehehe... looks like I'll get what I want and more!"​

The blond smiled at Carter's response. "Indeed. It certainly makes it less tedious." His expression became more pensive though, when the guy brought up how his own interaction on Christmas went. "I see... well, maybe not," he said, not wanting to dismiss the lead so quickly. "Jin only told me he and those who he directly gave orders to had anything to do with it. If the Revenants' Jack was acting on his own accord..." They were in the business of crime, after all. It wasn't as if betrayals were all that uncommon.

Carter had a point about Boltius being more covert if he was the killer. The bit about Emelia not doing anything to warrant a fight Pascal was skeptical about. "It may be good to," he simply commented in response to the other once again talking to the woman.

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As Pascal still stood frozen in shock over the threat for a tropical fruit, the man besides the black-haired woman stepped forth. From his words, the scientist was able to ascertain that he wasn't all that keen on his partner's actions either. It seemed the Revenants really did have better to do besides squabble over fruit.

On the other hand, his own companion stood his ground. In a vacuum, Pascal's solution to this problem would have been to simply hand over the fruit. But due to all four of their affiliations, such an action would have rippling consequences. Had he been shopping alone, only Pascal would have been branded as weak if he gave up the pineapple, which he had no issue with. What others within and without his gang thought about his fighting capabilities was of no importance to him. Since Carter was here though, that would be a label placed on all the Tigers. Once again, this would not pose much threat in the future to the mechanic, as he often didn't go out on the field, but for the Tigers who did, they would certainly be the target of extra aggression.

"Apologies..." he said with a regretful expression, as he started backing away with Carter. He didn't dare turn around until creating more distance between both pairs, lest he quite literally end up being stabbed in the back.

"Bad move..." Adrienne said with a grin. Gasps sounded from the shoppers around them as she drew her blade and lunged at Pascal. He raised his hand to grab her forearm as she swung, but the split-second decision didn't give him enough time to aim, leading to his palm cupping the knife's blade. The force of the swing was thankfully not enough to cut through his hand, but the pain he felt was apparent from his expression.

The red-eyed woman was able to hear the commotion of shoppers around her as someone ran to tell a worker, who in turn ran to call the cops. This didn't dissuade her though. "Looks like we won't have to pay for these groceries then!" she said to her fellow Revenant. "And I may even end up with some meat to take home as well!" She let out a twisted cackle.

Interactions: Carter ( WhiskeyMarten ), Owen ( Elenion Aura )

 

[Nobody Special]

Vulken Beckman
"Draken"
Ruby Revenants |Senior| Jinx: Incinerator
Location: West District, Ruby Revenants Hotel
Interacting: Anita ( Doctor Llamabean ), Banshee ( GrieveWriter )
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Vulken's prideful smile began to droop faster and faster as Anita scolded him for incorrectly discarding the cigarette. His expression, which had once exuded confidence, now appeared like that of a child who had just been yelled at by his mother-- except he wasn't sobbing on the ground like one. Almost immediately, he crouched down and pinched the flattened cigarette, rising back to his full height before...awkwardly holding onto it in his fist. "S-Sorry about that," he let out a quiet chuckle and rubbed the back of his head with the closed hand that held the cigarette. "Bad habit. I do appreciate the 'handsome', though... Pleasure to meet you as well."

The sudden appearance of another figure almost made Vulken jump again, but he held onto his dignity and kept his composure this time. This time, it was another young woman, with green hair that gripped his eyes and forced them to look in her direction. He was still checking her out by the time she finished asking Anita about the Elder and Vice Elder's whereabouts, and his gaze only met hers when she spoke to compliment his hair. "Mine? You look in a mirror lately? If they pitted us against each other in a contest, you'd have blown me outta the water." as Anita introduced them to each other, he shot her a peace sign before digging through his own memories to see if he could help answer her question. "I saw labcoat yesterday, but it wasn't for a long time. Haven't even seen the Boss's face yet. Guess I ain't no help." he had no idea what was going on with this Banshee girl, but she looked troubled. He decided to back out from the conversation for now. If there was anything he could do to help, he'd definitely try to before they headed out. The money wasn't going anywhere, after all.​

 

[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, Omar Ayad, Cordelia Vauhn| Outfit: Main Outfit + Jacket + Hair Accessory (flower)}​

Nionet quietly observes Silva's stance with a soft gaze, mentally studying his attitude. To some, the rate at which the boy's foot tapped the floor would give off a negative impression--that's he annoyed or possibly bored.

Though, knowing Silva, she considers that he's either eager for something or caught deep in a quicksand puddle of thought.

Then, "¡Escuchen!" He claims loudly, tossing out a finger.

At this, her eyes smoothly follow him as he paces around, giving a jumbled, half-Spanish explanation of Molly and Omar's mission. During which, the mention of a bunny door surfaces.

Nionet furrows a brow, trying to recall such a place, then feels a warm presence as something brushes the back of her head. She glances around and sees Silva holding two peace signs, still talking.

"What are you...?" She starts to speak, but the boy continues on. Unbothered, she proceeds to listen.

The words were too quiet to be heard anyway.

Just when the Vice Elder finishes his speech, Cordelia immediately fills the short silence, “I have- so many questions.”

To Nionet, it's clear she said this involuntarily.

“Er- I mean what I meant to say was- ah- Well why us? An escort mission shouldn’t need a jack, unless she’s rather known but uh if that’s the case I can’t help but feel you might have found better candidates than myself…. especially given what i saw”

Omar opens his duffel bag, catching Nionet's attention instantly as he hands a newspaper to her, "You need someone to handle this bit of news.....someone or something is attacking civilians..." The Elder grabs the paper, skimming through the information. Her grip tightens at every detail... Although she had read two news articles already and had some members scouting a scene, this one went into more depth.

This is terrible... A pain tugs inside and an uneasy feeling crawls within her stomach.

Omar continues, "On a side note I have to agree with Cordelia Paderau Vaughn opinion, why do you need me?.....Is it because you marked Zylith Cross for the Jack-O'-Lantern to collect? If that's the case then she really does not need to be here for this......Unless of course you want Omar Ayad to handle this and not Jack-O'-Lantern...."

Jerking up, Nionet's eyes shoot sharp, meeting Omar's. She refrains from gasping, despite having the strong urge to do so.

"I apologize, Omar, but you're not making sense." She says kindly, hoping to direct Molly's thoughts away from the mistake, "I'm sure Erich has a very good reason for choosing you two, as you're both very skilled and intelligent."

Slowly, her eyes slide onto the masked-boy and she says in a warm, innocent voice, "Correct?"

Of course, whatever reason he chose them, whether they're skilled and intelligent or not, it was obviously for a strange or ridiculous reason. Grant it, Nionet can't know for sure.

She never knows anything when it comes to him. To her, he's like a new color that no one has ever seen before:

Bright, strange, and fascinating...

Vahn BriiAngelic Doctor Llamabean

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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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 relatively clean.

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Matsuda Russo Caffeine_Obsessed , (Brielle Rousseau Cracker )

_____________________________________________Wearing_____________________________________________
Loose Black Tank Top; Black Scarf; Black Jacket with some designs on the sleeves; Black Shorts over a pair of Black Compression Tights; Black Sneakers; Protective Gloves; Protective Knee and Shin Guards; Paintball Mask
[Reference]
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At Mastuda's initial: "You done? Good." Boltius scoffs in offense, flinching his head back as his fiery orbs flicker side-to-side in a comical manner between rapid blinks.

"Who the hell put you on the damn planet," he says, referencing a line from the animated comedy, Spongebob Squarepants; though, not word for word.

Matsuda swallows something, wiping some dark crumbs from his face, and only then does Boltius notice the bag of brownies in his possession.

Is 'at his breakfast? He looks at them with squinted eyes, judging hard.

"I mean, I guess a mask would be nice-" Mastuda says, "-but dude I doubt they would recognize me. I’m not like a freakin Elder or something." With that being said, he steps past Boltius, into the apartment, through the foyer, and into the living room where Boltius sleeps--all the while, Boltius follows, shaking his head in disbelief the whole time.

As Matsuda sinks down into the couch, Boltius jerks the blanket he'd slept with last night out from under him, quickly rolling it up around his arms, only to toss it back down as a sloppy bundle. As he does, an amused grin plays on his lips, and he says, "Dawg, you're stupid~ People know your damn face," ignoring the quip about undressing.

Matsuda pulls out his phone and begins texting. Boltius doesn't mind; he simply waits for him to finish--and when he does--Boltius lifts his foot up and starts lightly kicking Matsuda in the arm, showing a goofy scowl. "I didn't. know you. texted- my phone's dead!"

Full expecting the other to fight back, Boltius jumps onto the couch. He starts bouncing up and down, fists at the ready. "NOW SQUARE UP! STOP GETTIN' COMFORTABLE- WE GOT SHIT T' DO!" He reaches down and smacks the other on the head, then proceeds to block an imaginary attack, smacking him again after. "BRIELLE'S NOT COMIN'!" Boltius smacks him again. "IT'S JUST YOU AN' ME, TICCO!" And again.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Banshee
Ruby Revenants-Rookie
Location: Ruby Revenants HQ West District
Interaction/Mention: Nobody Special (Draken) Doctor Llamabean (Buzz)

A returning senior?

That made Banshee pause in her examination and look back to Draken just as Anita introduced him. Usually meeting anyone with similar District alignments immediately brought a grin to her face, but the current scenario was keeping her on the down low. Add on top of that the responses she got to her question on where Jin and Hector were, and Banshee couldn't even chuckle at D-man's retort to her Hair compliment. Instead she gave a slow intake of breath as her eyes wandered yet again. She sat the base of her guitar against the ground and drummed her fingers along it as she thought.

Of course she'd heard of Hector's business today, it was precisely because of that business that she'd been hoping she'd catch Jin here. If Hector wasn't here then that meant he was still caught up in whatever business he had with that Rookie, and Jin was still absent as well. So much for bringing it straight to the top of the Gang, who knew when they'd get back? Banshee didn't do well with idle time when she was pissed, just waiting around for them was just asking for her to boil over.

Raising a hand at Anita's suggestion, Banshee shook her head, "Ah forget it, if H ain't shown back up here yet then he's still busy." she shrugged before scratching at the side of her nose "Might just leave a note upstairs for them or something. Other fish have been dumping their shit in our pond again."

By leave a note, Banshee meant nailing several posters directly to the walls. Last thing she needed was to leave some flimsy sticky note and have a leaky ceiling ruin any message she left behind. The very thought having to recoup lost time because of that made her grind her teeth together, but it was then she remembered Buzz and Draken were there. They were both longer-lived members than her, and here she was having a fit in front of them. Shaking her head, she chuckled and lifted her guitar up on one shoulder as she gestured to herself.

"Ah, look at me letting the fucks of the world get me ready to blow my top." She adjusted her hat with her free hand before flashing a smirk Draken's way "I usually ain't the one to pass up shooting the shit with other Revs, especially badass lookin' ones. And look at you, man."

She squatted down to examine him from top to bottom, "Ain't often I hear of folks who leave." she raised an eyebrow at that word before tilting her head "So what brought ya back to the good fight, eh? Got some scores you lookin to settle?"

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Lucidity || Senior Albino Tiger

• 
  
  
  Location: Ruby Reverant Hideout
  Date: January 1st, 2021
  
  Interaction:
  Akira [Inari] ( Nobody Special )
  
  

  
  

  ~ To Pray A Curse ~
  Hope || Lucidity’s CS File
  
  "I'd like to think that they manage to get away from all of this and live out the rest of their lives in prosperity and happiness, But, of course, that can't be the case for every single person.”
  
  She cracked a small sorrowful smile.
  
  Wrong Answer.
  
  His first of the day too. It disappointed her. She grabbed an old remote, twirling it around as she did with her scythe. It kept her grounded. She let him continue wanting to hear even a shred of a string to pull. Something to make her want to trust him, even if it was better she didn’t. If he was clueless than wouldn’t that be the better? If he knew and lived through it… well few lived to know.
  
  "This is a dangerous life we live, Lucy. Even if you do manage to get out, there's always going to be someone-- whether they be a rival gang member, the owner of a store you robbed, or even the child of someone who's life you took-- someone is going to be out for your head."
  
  She nodded along. At least he got it. It was a pity any would ever think they could ever walk away from life. At least Charlie was smart. If you left, the only option was to get in good with someone who could protect you. She could tell it was a serious answer, even if what he said next made her want to not take him seriously at all.
  
  “But, just because that's the truth, doesn't mean everybody has to die. I'm sure there are plenty of people who're somewhere in the Bahamas right now, living their lives out knowing they're safe."
  
  She let out an expression of dismissal. What an optimistic answer, she wondered if he even believed himself. She certainly didn’t believe him in the slightest. She knew what she was getting into. Did he?
  
  "I'm sure you'll be one of the ones who makes it out safely. You're smart, after all. When I'm done here, I wouldn't mind moving somewhere nice. I could use a change of pace…”
  
  With that she laughed.
  
  “I don’t need to make it to safety. Today marks nine years I’ve been in this gang. I’ve never once wanted safety. If I do live to see my goals, well I don’t imagine I’ll live much longer past it.”
  
  She dropped the remote she’d been playing with before looking directly into Akira’s eyes. Her sorrowful smile changed to one of a serenely acceptant smile.
  
  “Not that I have a death wish but I’m just being realistic. See, I know what happens to the ones that disappear. Well... enough of it I guess. When I one day disappear, I’ll have achieved my first step.”
  
  There were only three people in this world she would miss. One, he’d cut ties with her years ago. Two, well her mother still had her little boy to look after. As for her brother? He knew, just like he knew he would need to hold their mother up for her.
  
  Her tigers? They would meet her again one day. You couldn’t miss what you wouldn’t lose.
  
  “But you know, this isn’t information I share with just anyone. Call it payment for your helping me take step point five. Now. Shall we search?”
  
  
  

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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DETAILS​

___Jinx___
Electroluminescence Manipulation
He can craft digital matter out of pixels into the real world and utilize it by way of telekinesis.

_____________________________________________Location_____________________________________________
(East District)
[His home - Reference]

There are five cars in the driveway--one of which is Nionet's, the other Omar's--and a few dirt bikes parked aimlessly about.

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Nionet Sinblade Cracker , Omar Ayad Vahn , Cordelia Vaughn BriiAngelic

_____________________________________________Wearing_____________________________________________
Grey Jacket + Black Long-Sleeved Shirt + Black Shorts + Mask and Goggles + Baseball Cap + Green Digital Wristwatch
[Reference - Left-most reference]
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At Molly's mention of "something she saw", Silva's eyebrows perk up, hidden behind his goggles, but he's distracted by Omar handing Nionet a newspaper before he can inquire about this "something".

Never having been one that understands personal space, he leans in close to Nionet, peering over her shoulder at the article with blinking eyes.

"You need someone to handle this bit of news..." Omar says. "Someone or something is attacking civilians..."

Silva glances up at him briefly, then back down at the paper. The location of the crime scene is that of which he passed through on his way home last night, giving rise to a series of questions that he doesn't possess the proper insight to answer on his own. Nor is he equipped with consideration enough to brood over whether or not he could have saved the folks.

And so he gives a playful sigh, "Aye, at least it wasn't me, yes? Heh heh..." He looks between the others, noting the lack of enthusiasm. "Ehh- er... Too soon?"

Omar says then to Silva, "On a side note, I have to agree with Cordelia Paderau Vaughn's opinion, why do you need me?"

"Eeeeh, wut?"

"Is it because you marked Zylith Cross for the Jack-O'-Lantern to collect? If that's the case then she really does not need to be here for this..." Omar says, referring to Molly. "Unless of course you want Omar Ayad to handle this and not Jack-O'-Lantern..."

"I apologize, Omar, but you're not making sense," Nionet interjects--no offense intended, and clearly so by the honeysuckle tone of her voice. "I'm sure Erich has a very good reason for choosing you two, as you're both very skilled and intelligent."

Nionet looks to Silva, "Correct?"

"Eeeeeeeeeh... ... ... ... Y-Yes! Aaaahahaha! Of cooourse, amigos y amigaaaas! Silva has always got a reason!" Silva juts a finger toward Cordelia, displaying utter confidence in his wide-legged stance, spare hand on his hip. "Smalls!" He yells. "I 'ave brrought you here todaaay!... To... Tell me mi forrtunaaa! Aaaaand... you!" Silva turns his pointed finger toward Omar, "They don' call you Jacko for no'sing, heh heh~! You a jack of all traaades, mane."

"As for dis Zylith Cross... Ella dice- Er.. She say she 'ave to escape from some chicos malos- Some bad guys. Somet'ing a bout... undercover work a gainst them, and now they want 'er cabeza, you hear?" On that last part, Silva finally stops pointing, instead using the hand to knock on Nionet's head with a gentle knuckle.

For this exact reason--this joke of an explanation--many of the Sapphire Dragons question Silva's position as Vice Elder. Some say that Ezekiel Abnoni chose him by premeditation that Silva would run the gang and its entirety into the dirt. Others claim that Silva's fearless nature and overall skill in combat was reason enough to put him at the top. However, many argue that the Dragons shouldn't base their leadership on one's ability to harm others.

 

[Taigakitt]

Charlie "Ragnarok" Hoshizora​

As was per usual, Charlie was at The Guild. And as usual, Naila was grumpy.

Looking up at a clock, it made sense. Of course, Naila hadn’t had a lick of liquor in her system yet and would be the grumbly bitch she was used to. In fact, Naila had been a sourpuss since Charlie slapped her face awake this morning.

By this point, Charlie felt like Naila’s personal alarm clock. Except for dinging, it was slaps.

At the moment, Charlie was lounging upside down on the stairs, messing with the chain links of her weapon, making sure they were cleaned off, not rusting with no dings. Just yesterday, she had to replace a link and wanted to make sure it wouldn’t fail on her.

A thud and scooting sound quickly following grabbed her attention. Her arms slinging above her head, and down the steps in result, the chain rattled as she frowned.

Her bright blue eyes followed the woman back and forth through the room before she stopped at the bottom of the stairs that Charlie was laying upside down on.

“Every freakin’ day, you complain!” She rose an eyebrow as she brought up her chain to protect her head in case Naila decided to throw a kick in retaliation.

The earlier customer put Charlie in a laughing fit, to which she was slapping the floor with her fist after the woman had left. What had Charlie in a laughing fit? She was absolutely leading the woman on to keep thinking the demons existed, even attempting to get her to agree to a higher price for the job. After all, if their last four times didn’t work, then obviously, it was probably a Prince of Hell haunting her drain!

That probably wasn’t helping Naila’s bad mood.

And boy was it great.

“Scouring the streets isn’t bad. We obviously need to let them know us Adventurers are still in business,” she snickered, recalling the last time. Of course, this time, Naila was sober. That wouldn’t last long. So, even if Charlie didn’t want to entertain the patrolling of the streets, she felt a responsibility to care for the Drunk. After all, noon was approaching.

Then, Naila was storming out of the door. Charlie released her foot hold on the stair keeping her from sliding down, rolling backwards until she landed on her feet at the bottom. She snatched her jacket off the railing, throwing it on as she was also wrapping her chain around her waist. “Bye Whisper!”

Out the door, she pulled her hood over her head. It wasn’t cold out, but the jacket was cute. Light enough to not overheat her, but heavy enough to keep a chill out.

Running past Naila, she went to bump the taller woman’s shoulder, “ADVENTURERS IN BUSINESS; WE TAKE ALL JOBS! JUST GIVE US FITTING REWARDS PRIOR TO THE UNDERTAKING!”

Embarrassment wasn’t something Charlie necessarily was affected by.

Interacting With: Naila ( Doctor Llamabean )​

 

[Elenion Aura]

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Царица​

Yelena Zaytseva

And that, Yelena thought, was that.

Armond's body fell limply forward. Yelena stared at Eustass across the gulf of space that separated them, her expression inscrutable. Whatever she was feeling about what her comrade had just done, she kept sealed away. After a beat, she said flatly, "I had him." Then after another beat, she added, "Let's go. Ve are done here," stepping over the fallen man on her way toward the door. Eustass cackled like some kind of animal before he shot back,

"Riiiiight~ Sh-Sure you f- Sure you fuckin' did."

Yelena didn't have the desire to argue the point with him, and so she contented herself with the knowledge that this would be the last she'd have to hear from Eustass for a long, long time. She was nearing the door now, nearly outside when she turned to give the place one last look. Such a mess, she thought. Though, surely, after this, the Serpents' message had been received. And there were people other than her whose job it was to clear up after they were finished with these sorts of things. She assumed, anyway.

"I'm going now. Trrry not to get lost on your vay home, leetle man."

Did she need to rile him up like that? Probably not. But she'd be lying if she claimed the resulting string of disjointed, expletive-laden shrieking hadn’t made her little barb worth it as she walked across the threshold under the South District sky... Until a certain someone shouted her alias, and Eustass', at them from nearby.

“HEY PURGE, TSARINA GUESS WHAT I FOUND!”

She didn't stop walking, but Yelena did slow her gait. Assumedly, this man (she knew him as an ally, but other than that, his name and relative importance eluded her), had something to say to both her and Eustass, presumably about their mission which, up until just then, Yelena had thought over and done with.

"O bozhe. Vhat now?"

Tags: Doctor Llamabean (Eustass), BriiAngelic (Tomi)

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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DETAILS​

______________________________________________Location______________________________________________
[West District]
Ruby Revenants' Headquarters

_____________________________________________Interacting_____________________________________________
Vulken Beckman Nobody Special , Banshee GrieveWriter

______________________________________________Wearing______________________________________________
Long-Sleeve Hooded Crop Top + Orange Playboy Jogger Pants + White Nikes + Earrings (X) + Sunglasses (X)
[Reference] [Shoes]
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That fact that Vulken doesn't try to argue his way out of picking up his cigarette, Anita admires him. In fact, she almost feels bad, but not more than she feels it was necessary.

Too many Revenants treat this place like just another rundown building of the West since the tsunami, especially those that are new to the ranks. But what those thoughtless nobodies don't understand is that this building was, and still is, the only place that so many can call home.

She believes that Brax knows this, and that's why he works so hard to keep it in welcoming condition. The least others can do is respect that and clean up after themselves.

Banshee's metaphor after dismissing Anita's suggestion perks a brow upon Anita's forehead. She can only imagine that "again" is in reference to the incident three years ago when the Albino Tigers were targeting some hit list names to take out, but only while those names were visiting the West District. It was a diversion tactic to direct the authorities' concerns away from the North--not the worst one, but not the best.

She doesn't recall Banshee being a member during that time, but that doesn't mean the green-haired girl wouldn't know of such a happening.

Even so, there's not much time to find a response before Banshee speaks again, "Ah, look at me letting the fucks of the world get me ready to blow my top." And from there, all of her attention is focused on Vulken, but at least with a question that appeals to Anita as well.

Looking toward Vulken, Anita crosses her arms, awaiting his answer with a curious glint in her eyes.

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Mollify || Junior Sapphire Dragon

• 
  
  
  Location: Silva's Garage
  Date: January 1st, 2021
  
  Interaction:
  Omar [Jack-o-lanturn] ( Vahn ) Nionet [Sixth Sense] ( Cracker ) Erich [Pixel] ( Doctor Llamabean )
  

  ~ LOCK AND LOAD ~
  Mad At Disney || Mollify’s CS File
  
  She was very out of the loop and man did it show.
  
  It seemed as though Silva wanted her to tell his fortune. She wanted to say it really wasn’t that easy. Sure she could see a future for him, but there was no guarantee it would come to pass. Or that if it did he wouldn’t wind up making it unreachable through actions. Fortunetelling was so much easier when there were shorter times between them. If he wasn’t looking for specific concrete information then he may as well ask some fake psychics.
  
  “Fortune? Pixel I hope you have something specific you’re intending to look for then. Or did you want me to just look for a few? Besides, she's an undercover? Like a cop? Or do you mean something else?”
  
  She tilted her head and raised her eyebrow as Omar seemed to talk in third person as if disassociating. Nionet seemed to try to ground him, but she couldn’t focus on that as she heard that civilians were starting to get attacked.
  
  “Wait- They’re even attacking CIVILIANS now?”
  
  She could feel the anger start to well up in her. She shoved her way into Omar’s personal space trying to read over his shoulder. The little she gleaned from the page was enough to get her balling her fists.
  
  “AAAAAHHHHHH HOW DARE THEY! HOW INFURIATING!”
  
  She rounded on Silva still with anger in her eyes even if it was clear it wasn’t directed at any of them. She stomped her foot down as it was clear she had her hair thin trigger temper snapped.
  
  “C’MON TELL ME WE’RE GONNA DEAL WITH THOSE FUCKERS! Are those guys chasing down Zylith with ‘em? I’ll do it I’ll knock ‘em ALL THE WAY OUT OF THE EAST! You can trust me with the job SIR!”
  
  She had raised her fists to her chest level as if ready to box an unseen enemy as her snarl started to form. This was far closer to the Cordelia she wished to get rid of but she couldn’t stand by as others were targets.
  
  
  

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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DETAILS​

____________________________________________Location____________________________________________
[East District]
Mizutani Liquors Liquor Store

The Guild
[Reference]

A small building crammed between two larger, more professional looking establishments. Behind them, five acres of fenced-in forest.
The interior is cluttered. Stacks of papers are wherever they can fit without falling. Empty and full liquor bottles are tucked in every corner.

___________________________________________Interacting___________________________________________
Charlie Hoshizora Taigakitt

____________________________________________Wearing____________________________________________
Black Leather Boots and Gloves + Dark Grey Tunic and Pants + Light Grey Tabard wrapped with a Dark Grey Sash
[Reference] [Naginata]
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Naila grabs her naginata on her way out the door. And as she descends the small flight of stairs leading to the sidewalk, she gives it a skillful twirl before it's resting longways across her shoulders and acting as a shelf for her wrists.

Charlie, her assistant and occasional hookup, is close behind her--a fiesty girl whom Naila took a liking to the day she met her.

As boredom comes and goes, Charlie one day started tagging along on Naila's customer-requested errands. It's been that way ever since.

"ADVENTURERS IN BUSINESS; WE TAKE ALL JOBS! JUST GIVE US FITTING REWARDS PRIOR TO THE UNDERTAKING!" the girl yells to the public.

Naila jerks her head to the side, wincing on an annoyed scoff. "Come on, Rocky- It's too early for that." A response that tells more than just the immediate words, but of the dreadful sobriety that chips away at her patience with every passing minute.

Charlie probably knows already that Naila's headed straight for the nearest liquor store.

"Let me get a drink first, yeesh," she begs, a shameless alcoholic many will tell you. The addiction is no secret to herself, nor is it to others, as she doesn't try to hide it. She's content with herself; though, many seem to have a problem with that, acting as if her addiction immediately affects them somehow.

Her argument is usually that there are people out there who've got it worse. Heroin addicts; cocaine and crack. At least she's not some cloud-brained zombie scratching herself into a walking scab on the derelict streets of the South.

They take a left down 64, past the two-story machiya overgrown with boston ivy, then head straight for a while until faced with a four-way, traffic light intersection. Naila rounds left again, keeping straight. A white, metal fence and some pine shrubs that are bundled around the base of a tall utility pole separate them from the street.

Just up ahead and positioned on the left, Mizutani Liquors--a small, square building of blue brick and neon, glowing signs. Her go-to destination, she'll tell you.

"I'll keep it cheap," she says before disappearing through the door, leaving her naginata outside, only to exit moments later with a forty-dollar bottle of Patron Silver wrapped in black plastic.

As she picks at the seal around its corked top, she tosses Charlie a cheesy grin, "Time to let loose~ I'm thinkin' we start with Blue Leaf Valley Neighborhood. Try to expand The Guild's reach, you know? We could nab a taxi... Or call an Uber, or something. I don't care either way. It's up to you." She seems to struggle at removing the seal with her fingernails, so she resorts to a more insanitary alternative and bites it off instead, spitting it afterward into the black bag hanging from her right wrist.

 

[Nobody Special]

Vulken Beckman
"Draken"
Ruby Revenants |Senior| Jinx: Incinerator
Location: West District, Ruby Revenants Hotel
Interacting: Anita ( Doctor Llamabean ), Banshee ( GrieveWriter )
Mentions: Markus ( Elenion Aura ), Chikage ( Doctor Llamabean )
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"Ah, look at me letting the fucks of the world get me ready to blow my top. I usually ain't the one to pass up shooting the shit with other Revs, especially badass lookin' ones. And look at you, man." although Banshee's previous statement about...'fish' and 'ponds' concerned him a bit, he still managed to crack a smile back at the bright haired woman before she suddenly dropped into a crouching position and began eyeing him up and down, which prompted an awkward chuckle from him. "...Like what ya see?"

To his dismay, Banshee wasn't quite as interested in him in the way he thought she may have been. "Ain't often I hear of folks who leave." please don't. She continued to study him, now looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a tilted head. "So what brought ya back to the good fight, eh? Got some scores you lookin to settle?" he sighed lightly at her question. As soon as he tried leaving the conversation, he was pulled right back into it. He was expecting something more pushy, though, so this was a relief. He glanced to the side to see Anita eyeing him as well, patiently waiting for an answer. "Scores to settle... guess you could say that. Can't say I wanted to leave, so I guess that's the main reason I came back." he tried to keep his answer as vague as possible, but he knew that what he had already said wouldn't be enough to please the two. "I guess there are two bastards I wanna really settle a score with. I'd like to get my hands on one of 'em sooner than later. That'll have to wait until after today, though."

The thought of those two made him think back to the good old days. He had suffered a dominating loss to the first one, who he had tried to rope into a fistfight straight off the bat. A stupid mistake made by a stupid kid, but he wouldn't make the same mistake if he were face to face with the guy now. The second one had always been a pain in the ass, a cliché fire-vs-ice rivalry. They didn't get to settle their fight quite the way he would have liked due to them being short on time, but Vulken still ended up with the upper hand in the end. Still, his opponents name was ingrained in the back of his mind, and it wouldn't go away until he claimed a real victory against the guy. He still felt like he was forgetting one more important person, though...

His trip to la-la land was put to an abrupt end when he realized he was in the middle of a conversation. Clearing his throat, he spoke up once again. "I've been a Rev for a while, but, if I'm bein' honest, I don't really remember shit... or recognize any of you." his hands, one of them still tightly gripping the used cigarette, went into his jacket pockets, and he looked to the both of them before making a genuine request. "So, until I get the hang of things, consider me a newbie. I need guys like you two to show me the ropes, so if you don't mind, I'd really appreciate it."​

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

Matsuda Russo
“Ticco”

Matsuda laughed amused at Boltius’ play fighting, and held his hands up in mock defense. Though after the fourth fucking smack, he huffed out a breath of entertained aggravation. “Alright alright bro- chill!”

He lightly patted the side of his arm and cocked his head. “Brielle’s not comin? Jeez- she must have a pretty bad hangover then.” He chuckled at the image of Brielle getting shit-faced drunk. As much as he pitied her pain, he did have to admit- Brielle rolling around in agony cursing French was a funny thought.

Realizing Boltius still had the intention of hitting him, Matsuda grabbed a brownie from his bag and stuffed it in Boltius’ mouth. With a chuckle he got up off the couch, checking his phone once more. Still no response from Pops. He can’t say he was surprised.

With a sigh, he redirected his attention and energy into the mission with a clap of his hands. “So! Let’s get this ball rollin. I could just uh-..” he looks around, then at himself contemplating. An idea pops into his head- an idiotic one, but an idea nonetheless. He pulls his hoodie over his head and lifts the front of his collar a bit so it goes over the bridge of his nose. He tugs his sweatpants up a bit so his navel is more hidden from view. His arms stick out like a zombie. “I could go out like this! Rahhh.. I’m just a simple Matsu-zombie… nothin to see here.” He knew it was stupid- but he found himself hilarious as he made little grabby motions with his hands.

Interactions: Boltius - Doctor Llamabean
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[Nobody Special]

BASH HIRABAYASHI
"Taipan"
𓆗 Sable Serpents |Junior| Jinx: Embargo
Location: West District Police Station
Interacting: Brax ( Doctor Llamabean )
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A loud, obnoxious clanking sound could be heard every other second as Bash violently slammed his boot into the metal bars surrounding him, like a caged wild animal. He had tried everything-- pulling, pushing, even punching (which hurt his hand more than he wanted to admit)-- all to no avail. Kicking, while being one of his least favorite methods of attack, was now his last resort, and it was doing just as much for him as every other failed attempt had done. With one final kick, he staggered backwards and fell back onto the ground, refusing to even bat an eye at the person in the cell next to him, as a way to scold him for not trying to get out. As Bash struggled to get back up from the floor, still a bit dazed from the scuffle he'd just taken part in, the door to the cell-room creaked open. Bash's eyes slowly trailed over to the door, only to see 'Castillo', the officer who spoke on the radio when they were stuck in the police car, stepping over to his cell.

Upon seeing Bash after his fall, Officer Castillo let out a loud, mocking laugh, which prompted Bash to immediately rise to his feet and swing at him, suddenly revitalized by his own anger. Of course, Castillo quickly swayed backwards before he could get hit, and Bash felt his shoulder slam into the metal bars due to the lack of impact. "Bash Hirabayashi, right?" Bash refused to answer. No way was he going to let this asshole know his name. It was then that Castillo pulled an ID card from his pocket and flashed it. It was Bash's. Shit.

"You've got, like, a lot of warrants, man. I think I counted five? Six? All for aggravated assault. The most outstanding ones are over in the South. Someone's got a touching problem." This wasn't fresh news to Bash. When your main hobby is running around and hurting people for fun, the police are going to start looking for you. What did surprise him was the amount of warrants he had. He should have had way more. They must not have found out about everything yet. "So, because of that, I'm gonna guess this guy was minding his own business, and you came and started hitting him out of nowhere." Castillo gestured to Brax, who was sitting down and staring blankly at the ground as he spoke. "I ain't sure, though. So that's why I'm still holding the both of you. Anyway," the officers eyes flicked back over to Bash. "SDPD Agreed to come extradite you, so just sit tight and they'll be dealing with you in no time." with that, he promptly turned around, and left the holding room. It seemed that the only reason he had come in was to tell him that. Bash grinned. Did he expect that to scare him? He'd seen, and heard way worse than something as trivial as being taken to the South District and going to prison for a few years. Besides, something very, very interesting had caught his eye as the officer made his way outside.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he positioned himself towards Brax. "Awright, you Rev piece of shit," he gripped the bars dividing him from Brax and closed his eyes while he continued. "I gotta plan. I'm gonna kick the shit outta this cell, like, loud as fuck. That fuckin' pig's gonna come in and try to shut me up, and you're gonna use that stupid fucking jinx of yours to take the keys to the cells. The keychain's hangin' outside his pocket, so you should be able to get it if I keep his eyes off ya." he leaned in further, opening his eyes with a malicious grin on his face. "Okay, just gave you your jinx back. I dunno about you, but I ain't goin' to fuckin prison. Ya with me?"​

 

[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.

______________________________________________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 , Tomi Vaughn BriiAngelic

______________________________________________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.

Due to his recent fight, almost the entirety of his back is reddened and blistered with burns, as are the palms of his hands and his right cheek.
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"I had him," she says. "Let's go. Ve are done here,"

Eustass scoffs, grinning--but perhaps if he could feel the pain of the blisters along his back, hands, and cheek, he wouldn't be.

"Riiiiight~ Sh-Sure you f- Sure you fuckin' did."

Numb but warm, euphoria resonates throughout his being, making him unaware of the injuries. Short bursts of static--when so often he moves abruptly--tickle his nerves, like carbonation coursing through his veins, urging him to scratch.

He hadn't noticed the feeling before, but he was moving then, so it wasn't as pronounced.

Now, he rubs at his skin with the backs of his fingers, twitching per usual, and to no avail. The itch lingers; though, it's not like an itch you might get from poison ivy or allergies, but rather a pulsating prickle directly beneath the skin.

Watching as the taller woman makes for the exit, he wants to rush her; pin her down. He wants to kill her. Only he'll do it slowly this time; he'll wring a reaction out of her, rid her of that maddening insouciance and draw forth the anger, hate, and pain that Eustass is convinced of being every man's truest nature.

"I'm going now. Trrry not to get lost on your vay home, leetle man."

"Huuh?" The honey gold of Eustass' eyes swallows his pupils. It's not the quip about his size that gets him, but the sheer audacity. He freezes, seeming to sway, then all at once bursts into an unrestrained tantrum of obscenities, the first step forward progressing into a hunkered sprint as he chooses to heed his continued thirst for blood.

“HEY PURGE," a voice calls from outside.

Nearing Yelena from behind, Eustass catches only sight of the familiar car before he's stumbling to an unsteady halt, almost colliding with the woman, and falling backward onto his rear.

He sees Tomi, which prompts upon his features involuntary dread, noticeable most by an open-mouthed frown.

"Wh-Wh-Wha- Why the hell's he here!" he asks whatever torturous existence is pulling the strings to this operation, after which he can only muster a sharp and exaggerated, "GO AWAY!" wanting no part in that invasive roach of a man's business.

His crowbar remains lodged in the skull of the man behind him, but he reckons he can retrieve it before Tomi tries approaching him, and so he beetles a retreat, at some point rolling over and crawling to his feet, where he then wrenches the weapon out of the bone and flesh of the corpse, then darts to the window he'd entered through in the first place.

One foot propped upon the sill, looking out, Eustass screams at Tomi, "GIMME ONE GUH- ONE GOOD REASON NOT- WHA- NOT- fffff-" he strains a moment, gripping so tight to his crowbar that his arm trembles, "...uckkk... NOT TO DITCH RIGHT NOW!"

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Revolution || Junior Sapphire Dragon

• 
  
  
  Location: Sapphire Dragon's Hideout: Yi's Rooms
  Date: January 1st, 2021
  
  Interaction:
  Chu [Harpy] ( SRUNewman ) [Not technically yet but I left a few openings for her to use.
  

  
  

  ~ Big Brother Is Watching ~
  The Public Order || Revolution’s CS File
  
  “Lin? Officer Lin? Are you even listening?”
  
  He was of course, he’d had his headphones in, besides he’d never risk not listening. Still, it’s not like he always had the freedom to speak. Even if the other was speaking in what he thought might have been Chinese judging by pitch. It was always hard to tell though.
  
  “I’m here, just heard some of the dragon’s passing...”
  
  “Officer? That’s Korean I think? I don’t think you know what language you’re speaking again.”
  
  He let out a curse in a language he couldn’t tell. Of course, he’d mess up. It was always hard to keep up when he didn’t care for what the person was saying. He took a deep breath and repeated himself in a different language, hoping it would be Chinese this time.
  
  “I’m here, just heard some of the dragon’s passing...”
  
  “Oh, I see. Are you at the hideout should I have waited?”
  
  He wanted to tell them to fuck off and that of course they should have waited. But the speaker seemed to only text and speak in chinese. Which was an issue considering he couldn’t read it… Racists. Just because he was a universal translator didn’t mean he knew chinese because he was chinese. Though he supposed that his adopted family could have let him legally change his name and it would have cut out the confusion.
  
  “No, there’s nothing to report so far… Listen the Dragons aren’t moving yet. Anyways just how’s it going with Officer Sciacca?”
  
  “No information will be shared between Officers Sir.”
  
  With that the line clicked dead. Fuck. Of course. She made him uneasy, but that was probably the point. He kicked the door to the room he was staying in. Bullshit. He’d have to bring up his thoughts to Nionet later, well what was safe enough to. He grabbed his chainlock and hooked it to his belt. He needed some time out after talking to them.
  
  Cops always made his skin crawl recently.
  
  He wanted to kick back in the streets. At least for a little while. He pulled his phone back to his face as the little beep went off. It was Yuzuki. His expression changed back to a soft smile. His love always did help to remind him what he was doing all this for.
  
  “Hey Yi, Gonna go visit Kielo an everyone. Did you wanna come?”
  
  He thought about it for a second before sending back his denial. Sure he’d love to visit his baby siblings but well… it was never a good idea to interact too much with Yuzu after a check-in. They were watching them after all. He sent back a quick. “Rain check! You go on, I gotta do a thing for work. Love you ”
  
  Her response came quickly as she sent a goofy pic of her and her little bro in silly new years hats. It looked like their goal was to get everyone in them. And then came the messages… “Hey, stay safe okay…”
  
  She was almost too perceptive. He sighed. It looks like he needed to find some dragons to be spotted with and quick. Well the most noteworthy ones seemed to all be out on missions or difficult to find. He didn’t feel like talking work anyways today, might as well grab a dragon and run with it. His stomach growled letting him know that whoever he chose he might as well get some food with them.
  
  Still… maybe this would be easier if he made the effort to know some...
  
  

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Rebirth || Rookie Sable Serpent

• 
  
  
  Location: Construction Site
  Date: January 1st, 2021
  
  Interaction:
  Eustass [The Purge] ( Doctor Llamabean ) Yelena [Tsarina] ( Elenion Aura )
  

  ~ Cat and Mouse Game ~
  Blinding Lights || Rebirth's CS File
  
  Of course he’d be difficult. He was used to Eustass’ shouts by now. He supposed he should have expected Yelena’s dispassionate response too. Geez, aren’t you supposed to happily greet your medic? Oh well he guessed they weren’t wrong, their word did just triple with his info. He slammed the door shut as he circled around the car to the doors.
  
  Of fucking course they were already injuried. He wondered if they even tried using caution or if they went in guns blazing. Offensive Jinxs were always in the hands of the reckless. He went and reached out for Yelena's face. It wasn’t taken too well.
  
  “Vhat do you sink you are doing?”
  
  Ah right. Great another person to explain to.
  
  “Requires touch, Do you wanna be healed or not?”
  
  He didn’t get people. She was giving him some major side eye but it was clear she wasn’t going to object again. He brushed her face and the wound above her eye healed up near instantaneously. He dropped his hand as soon as it did.
  
  “Car’s on, make yourself at home we got a liar to track down. Seems Gideon was trying to play us Serpents.”
  
  He continued on kicking the bodies as he passed. It’s too bad they already had a mission, they’d be good cash if he had time to go get a buyer. It seemed all of them were dead so he should be able to drop the codenames, but then again who knew was lurking. Still he was more concerned with his favorite little mouse who wanted to go and hide from him.
  
  “Purgeeee. Why you hiding fro- Fuck. You’re injured again.”
  
  Once he saw the blistered burns all over his hands and face he knew that he was probably hiding a few more. He started to walk forwards with his hands clearly where Eustass could see him. He couldn’t heal himself from one of his fits if he was already occupied with healing Eustass.
  
  “Hey, there there. All I wanna do is get you healed up. Ruthless wouldn’t like it if her favorite was running around all injured up right? You trust me right? It’s gonna be quick I’ll heal you right up and then you’ll get in the car and we go do our mission. Simple right?”
  
  He could imagine how Eustass hadn’t noticed yet, the kid was always on something. But that high wasn’t gonna last, and who knew when he last hit it. He eyed the crowbar saw in his hands, well he knew he wasn’t gonna get him to drop it. His prolonged game of cat and mouse only got him better and better used to pain, and his tolerance was already high.
  
  “Just let me get your hands okay?”