Fantasy Clash of the Cliques: A Modern Fantasy High School RP

[Boomrocker]

"Fire alarm. Must be Tuesday," Steve quipped as himself, Ryker, Sephiroth and Lacey hopped along to their meeting with the dealer. As was tradition, someone had yanked the fire alarm. He put his finger in his ear and wiggled, hoping to shut it out, but all he did was dirty up his ear. He probably should have washed his hands.


In his free hand Steve held his toolbox. It was a nice piece, blue, with NASCAR stickers all over it. He took it with him nearly everywhere he went, especially when he was expecting trouble. He wasn't this time, but it was a handy thing to have.


"'Ay Riker," he drawled, starting up some conversation to pass the time on their walk. "How come you ain't pickin' up your guitar lately? Ladies love them licks, know what I'm sayin'?"

 

[DrBones]

Dusty looked at Maya like she was insane. How could she see so far, and know so much? It was ludicrous! Still, she presented useful information.


"Wait for the deal to go down, then confront the Dryad. That Maxy kid is just some punk, he isn't worth anything to us."


Dusty popped his knuckles, and snapped his armbands on. The fact that some low-level punk felt he was important enough to hire guards was infuriating. How dare that tree-loving hippy think so highly of himself! Dusty had half a mind to bust Woody over his knee and figure out The Dealer's location by himself!


"If their guard tries anything, we take 'em down. We'll do this quick, clean, and easy. If that Dryad is jumpy, we hold them still until they spill the beans. We've got the evidence we need to twist their arm and get a confession out. From then, it's just a simple walk to where this Dealer is. Harrington, are you ready for the worst?"

 

[Blumenkranz]

"Sir" - whispered the nerd to Dusty, as she adjusted her glasses with her middle finger - "I suggest you allow me to scout the zone, sneak behind them, and take some pictures of the deal while we are still in time. Meanwhile, you can keep going to the greenhouse to meet the target, and I will catch you later with all the evidence".


Maya threw a look from the corner of her eye to the preppy, her arms crossed under her scant chest. "Understood?".

 

[MechaGhoul]

Cafeteria


Yes the fire alarm was indeed set off, as it began pouring down. It was tradition, and happened a fair amount. But unlike tradition, it wasn't Tuesday. The Satyr Prefect grumbled as he placed one of his hands upon the ceiling. "Damn kids. It's not Tuesday. It's a Saturday." He continued to grumble as he pointed his hand, that was not dearly holding onto his yo-yo, towards the ceiling.


It would take a bit, to magically turn off the fire alarm. It was unfortunate, but he had to do it. After all, wasting water was never a good thing. And as such the Satyr was happy a few of those fountains were broken.


As Rey explained the situation to the new guy, a few jocks gave a nod. "Just another day here in Granite Hills"


Outside With Broken Fountain


Harrington gave a nod towards Dusty. "Well, that was far more convenient than I was expecting. Thought we'd have to walk to the Greenhouse Proper. I'm ready for the worst. ...We already had to be with the Nerds." He smirked as he gave a small chuckle.


All the while, the deal continued to go on as if they didn't notice. In fact, Maxy nor Woody seemed to notice the larger group that was kinda in the area. The brutish guardian, kept his place hiding near Woody. He knew something could and probably would go wrong. And he owed it to the Dealer to make sure everything went as planned.


Woody stared at Maxy expectantly. "Payment?" The gnome was scratching at himself frantically. He pulled out a small black wallet, as he began pulling out some Zenny. He handed over a ruffled stack of bills, towards the Ent. Woody held onto the bag for a little bit as he counted through the money.


Confirming it was all there, he tossed the bag to Maxy. The Gnome stared at the bag eagerly as he grinned from ear to ear. "T-thanks man!" And with that he frantically checked around, before he started to slowly head away.


Towards the Dealer - Punk Path


Ryker stretched his hands up towards the sky, as he took a different path from the other intrepid heroes. Casually he pulled out his comb, as he brushed his pompadour, as he led the gang eastward. Lacey kept a close position towards Ryker, but far enough behind so he wouldn't say that she was too close in his personal space.


Sephiroth was on the other side of Ryker, placing the pompadoured punk in the middle. Ryker cocked his head towards Steve as he brushed through his pompadour once more. "Oh yeah, I know the ladies dig my tasty licks."


Lacey blushed a bit as she bit at her own lower lip. Releasing it she quickly muttered under her breath, "Oh they do." Ryker shook his head as he glanced at Steve, "Well, I was gonna wait, 'til later in the night to mention this." Ryker glanced at his associates, "Buuuut y'know the band, y'know my band. We just got a new gig! It's gonna be KILLER! And I ain't riskin' my babe here, just before we play."

 

[DrBones]

Dusty looked at Maya incredulously. Whoever the hell this girl was, she was putting on her best "secret spy" act. It was weird, considering the usual character a Nerd roleplayed as. However, since she was just a Nerd, her loss wouldn't be too bad.


"Go ahead, then. Just remember: if you get caught, you never saw us. Forget this simple rule, and we'll have a problem. Understand? Go on, do whatever it is you do."


Dusty turned to Yumi, and glared at her. The mime had been so kind as to provide a distraction, and this Nerd with glasses knew quite a bit, but what was she doing?


"Hey, Dog Girl. The others are definitely earning their keep, but thus far you've just been following us around. I'm beginning to feel you aren't pulling your weight around here. Maybe you should get on that soon, you know? What can you do for us?"

 

[Boomrocker]

"Sweeeeet," was Steve's drawled statement of support. Ryker's gigs were always fun. Plenty of beer. Plenty of ladies. None of them wanted to talk about NASCAR though. And not a single one of them had been up to the glorious standard as set by Danica Patrick. Still, they were good times. Plus, backstage passes for being Ryker's first mate was always a nifty thing to have.


From what he could see, they were approaching Woody now. Steve was fairly sure that was not his real name, but he'd never been bothered to learn if he was right or wrong, or even what his real name was if that were the case. But that wasn't the point. He was about to get some more parts for his super secret project. And with any luck, this would be the final run. Then all he needed to do would be to finish the assembly, whack a coat of paint on it, and get it registered. Soon, he would achieve his dream.

 

[Bob Brawler]

As the judge gave his final verdict Siegfried was immediately put on a plane, instructors of the mob would be planted as his supervisors and one was appointed as his parole officer who also rigged the ankle bracelets to be changed to what ever limitation he wanted or remove them altogether, though he advised him against it unless there was absolute need for it.


Arriving to the airport and transferring to a car Siegfried was excited he could barely contain himself, in the car the parole officer told him to try and keep out of trouble, although he knew there was little to no chance of that happening, but the mob had enough pull to get him out of small trouble.


The car was approaching the school gate, that was when Siegfried lost control and let out a squeal of excitement he did not mind that he was heard, he was too happy and just before the car came to a stop he sat back and regained his composure.


He stepped out of the car waved goodbye and walked in, he looked around and approached the first person he saw, a young looking elf with exquisite garb and beautiful posture "excuse me, my name is..." He thought for a moment and said "my name is freed, IM a transfer from Germany, and as soon as I walked in I got lost at the sight of this beautiful establishment..." He would normally never speak in such manner but he wanted to make a good first impression " and I was wondering if you kind sir would spare a moment to help me find the administration office?."

 

[Xenonia]

As it became apparent that the deal was about to go down, Étouffé decided to get set up. Imagining a BB gun... It was more difficult than most creations, but Étouffé knew she could do it. Rifle... There. As soon as her invisible weapon had been properly conjured up, she ran for the nearest Grassy Knoll. They needed a lookout, after all.

 

[Supercomicbookgirl]

Aiona kept her eyes down in her book, ignoring the punks, the group of nerds and the two perfects, and the fire alarm.


This is guaranteed to become ugly very soon, so she decided to try and stay out of it.

 

[PhilosophyArcade]

Morris snarled as a large hand reached out to grab his meaty fist, twisted his arm so that his wrist was pointed at the weakest part of the interloper's grip, where the thumb and fingers met, while shifting his other fist to - oh. Oh, god he's big. Yeah, Morris thought, I'm just gonna...Gonna walk away from this one. Morris looked at the griffon girl and spent a few moments looking for words before coming up with "you're lucky someone was here to save your ass or...Tail or whatever this time. You won't be so lucky again, so just stay out of my way." Was that intimidating? Morris hoped it was intimidating, being that the words were already out there and all. And anyways when had he ever failed to intimidate someone? It was something he semi-frequently did without trying. He was pretty sure he was good.


And then the fire alarm went off. Which was apparently just sort of a thing that happened here? Whatever. Morris shuffled out of the cafeteria along with everyone else. He'd missed breakfast, what with the fight and the early exit, but he could probably swing by and swipe something from the kitchens if he got too hungry. It was a weekend, he wouldn't even have to make up an excuse for missing class. Morris wasn't hungry at the moment anyway, and the fire alarm had the prefects alert, so for now he just wandered aimlessly around the grounds, looking for something to do.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty peered around, looking for something that Yumi could do. She'd be a waste of Zenny otherwise! Fortunately, an opportunity arose in the form of Aiona, sulking at the nearby fountain. With a sharp nudge to Yumi's shoulder, Dusty pointed directly at Aiona.


"I've got something you can do, Dog Girl. That girl over there--I think she's autistic or something--she doesn't have any friends but wants to be on the Preppy table. Why don't you go over and befriend her? Make yourself useful."


Dusty scoffed as a filthy cat-like halfbreed ambled up to him and yammered about how beautiful this school was. Clearly, anyone who was amazed at Granite Hills had nothing to compare it to, and was thus a low-class thug. Speaking disdainfully, Dusty spoke down to Siegfried.


"Ask a Prefect, you yokel-- I'm busy! In case your addled brain can't what a Prefect is, they're the big people wearing suits. Do you know what a suit is? It's a very fancy-looking two-piece set of clothing that comes with a neat little strip of cloth called a 'tie'. Now, if you would kindly leave, I'm sure I'd appreciate it."

 

[Bob Brawler]

Siegfried was insulted, he was a pure breed Cheetah clansman a proud breed, but he did not show any of it instead he gave a courteous smile and thanked him, grabbing his hand and shaking it, with his current limitation he was able to move only at the speed of a human Olympic runner, but that was enough for him to work his magic in the slight of hand reaching for his pocket and swiping his wallet "thank you for the information, you have been very helpful and you seem like a smart person so let me give you an advice..." he got closer reaching for his pocket and whispering in his ear "you might wanta read a book about the Cheetah clan before you insult me again." he gave him another smile before leaving to approach and talk to one of the Perfects nearby.

 

[wolfborn4]

Hiroshima went outside when the fire alarm went off she was barely hurt when the guy she was fighting punched her she heard him say something to try and sound intimidating and she said shoving past him outside " Ya I would want to have to embarrass you in front of all these people, you should be glad I didn't even hit back or you would be bleeding " she got outside and flew into the air shifting back I to her human form with her wings still out she watched everyone from above

 

[DrBones]

Dusty grinned widely as he felt Siegfried jam his clawed paws into his pocket, in full view of both himself and Yumi, and pilfered his wallet. His suspicions were confirmed at last! Of course, Dusty never carried actual money; he left that for his servants. Rather, his wallet contained nothing but credit cards, Oligopoly money, and Rick-E Rat's Pizzeria arcade tokens.


As Siegfried ambled away in search of someone who would undoubtedly be curious why Siegfried was carrying a wallet that wasn't his, Dusty mulled over what that filthy catman had said to him. "read a book about the Cheetah clan"... weren't they routinely arrested en-masse for their rampant burglary, murder, and kidnappings? That one of their members was so unpleasant wasn't a surprise.


Dusty turned to Harrington, and gave him a smile. He pursed his lips and blew out a puff of air, sighing exaggeratedly.


"Pfft! Halfbreeds. Harrington, I'd recommend remembering that face... it feels to me that he'll be in the news in the next few months. Apparently he's a Cheetah man... you know what they say about Cheetahmen."

 

[CSA]

"Huh," replied Ryuji, a semi-confused look still on his face, "Well, it don't annoy me too much! Thanks fer the welcome!"


Ryuji took a seat near Curtis and Rey at the jock table, because it was right there, and began digging in to his cutlet lunch. It wasn't great or nutritionally balanced, but Ryuji was hungry and it was there.


"By the way, big dude," Ryuji addressed Curtis, "How'd you get five o' those lunches? Could I get more too? Is there a secret or somethin'?"

 

[Bob Brawler]

As he walked the corner he checked the wallet seeing no money in it, simple junk but he did notice some big shot looking credit cards he pulled out his phone calling one of his contacts, "hey Wiz, i got some fancy cards over here wanta have a look." on the other side of the line he hears a reply "drop off the number via my secure network ill see what i can do." the rest of the wallet was useless, he figured the guy was no chum either so he wiped it off and made sure no one was around, when he looked up he saw a flying girl for him it was a sight to see, so he pulled a gum from his left pocket making sure she did not see anything and proceeded covering the wallet throwing the wrapper and the wallet in a nearby garbage can, when he was done he went up to the first suited guy he saw saying "Hi there im the transfer, where do i sign in for my classes?."

 

[Blumenkranz]

"Understood, sir".


Maya walked to the wayside and removed her shoes. Obviously, her feet were much more silent than those bulky loafers, and since she paid 300 Zenny to become even more silent, she might as well make use of them.


The nerd moved as stealthily as a ghost between a row of bushes, always trying to keep the suspicious group in line of sight. They seemed to be advancing rather quickly with the deal, so swiftness was crucial.


Finally, after traversing a long way full of thorns, sticks and leaves that got stuck to her clothes and made her look like a patient that had just escaped from a nearby asylum, Maya managed to get close enough to the punks. Standing behind the thickest bush of the zone, the girl took out her smartphone, put her finger over the speakers to avoid any unwanted sounds coming out in the worst possible moment, and started filming the scene, hoping they would show enough to be used as an evidence.


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[DrBones]

Dusty nearly smacked his forehead. How could he have forgotten that simple detail! Sighing in relief, he pulled out a state-of-the-art mobile phone, with flip-up keyboard capabilities! Dusty typed in a small set of numbers: the phone number of his credit card company. Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for the automated answering machine to pick up.


"Your call is important to us. Please wait while we transfer you to the nearest receptionist..."


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Looks like anudda Love--


"TAC Bank, how can I help you?"


"Yes, I'd like to report a stolen credit card, account name Dusty, number 320 551 9981."


"Thank you for notifying us, Mister Habermann. If someone uses any of the cards listed under your name, we'll send a report in to the police under credit card fraud. Your money is safe with us! Is there anything else?


"Could I order another credit card, as well? Notify me when it arrives at the local branch, so I can pick it up, please."


"Of course, Mister Habermann! We'll send a notification out to your shortly. Have a nice day, Mister Habermann!"


"You too." Dusty looked to Harrington, a look of relief plastered on his face. "We ought to get moving, before any other thugs and thieves come along. We've already got the two to deal with already."

 

[Zerohex]

Rey covered his tray with his arms as the water started the pour down, though thankfully it was only a few seconds till the jocks sorted out whose turn it was to lift the tent up. When you might get rained on at any time you're eating, you take steps to prepare for it. In the sportsmen's case it was a great big tent, long enough to cover the entirety of the clique, made out of thick waterproof fabric held up by dense metal poles with no support. The construction was fairly crude and quite heavy. Whenever the alarm went off, a different group of jocks would "take one for the team" and hold it up so everyone else could eat in relative peace. Camraderie, team spirit and strength and mental training all in one.


"You wanna make varsity. Athletes need diets so they get better stuff at the caf. Junior varsity gets some here and there, but if you have demands it's varsity". Of course it wasn't the only way to get better meals, every group had their thing like the preppies getting their own cooks or the nerds making their own lunch, but being an athlete was Rey's gig. He'd been traded around between the boxing, wrestling, judo and taekwondo teams as the school tried to take advantage of a 21 year old athlete in competitions. Of course his real age was never divulged, he was just an ugly teen as far as any overseeing body was concerned. Rey began to wolf down the rest of his breakfast and would probably be unresponsive till he was done.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Grassy Knoll - Outside


Etouffe had made a wise decision, in finding the small hill that provide a bit of an overview of the scene going on. The group would most surely need a look out. She easily and quickly secured the hill, full of dead grass and a bit of snow. As she positioned herself upon it, she noticed a single paper. On it was a simple message, "IT WAS THE BOOK DEPOSITORY. BOOK DEPOSITORY."


Why it was left there would be a mystery for the ages. Perhaps the mime could uncode what it truly meant? Or turn it into a couple of decent visible spitballs.


Outside - Punk Path


Sephiroth glanced towards Ryker as he raised his left eyebrow. "So we dealin' with Woody?" Ryker shook his head, "Nah, he is only 'llowed to deal in small batches." The pompadoured punk pulled out his comb as he brushed it through his hair once more. "Naaaah, we headin' a straighter way." Slowly, Ryker returned his comb back into his jacket.


Glancing around, he paid a bit of attention to the other groups around, but gave it little thought. What he needed to do was far more important, as he led his companions further back, closer to an area being surveyed to build some new building further north on school grounds.


As Ryker continued to lead Steve, Sephiroth and Lacey, he made a bit of conversation. "So this gig, we're gonna do some of the sets we did for the 'I Am the Crime' Tour. Also we're gonna cover The Good Ship, y'know how the Sex Pistols did. Rest of the music, I'll leave that a secret for now. But yeah, after this night and a bit of fun, I'mma be with the band doing a last bit of practicing for the show. Can y'dig it?"


Outside - Preppy Trek


Harrington gave out a chuckle, "Oh yes, I'm sure Cheetara feels sooooo special. I'm sure on those gawdy little papparazzi bits we'll be hearing about how he OD'ed on some notorious substance after getting dumped by Lion-O." The Yeti chuckled out in amusement at the thought. Oh those beastmen who viewed themselves to be super rare and special always amused him. "They try so hard to seem cool."


As Dusty pulled out his phone, Harrington grumbled, "Hn, well ruffian is a ruffian. Prefect should bust him soon enough for it." And so the Yeti continued leading his associate towards the Greenhouse.


Outside - Scene of the Deal


Maya was most sneaky. She was successfully using the terrain to her advantage. Woody was still focused on the deal, as Maxy the Short Ass Punk Ass Punk, came back a few paces and began scratching himself. Woody leisurely tossed the bag of itching powder, up and down. "Anyway, you got the Zenny right?"


The gnome was scratching at himself as he began frantically searching his pockets. While these events were going on, there was another large brutish fellow who was overseeing the deal as it was going on. It was his task to make sure Woody made the deal go through in a calm and collected manner and everything went according to plan. The goon idly watched and tapped at his ear, trying to make sure he would detect what he needed to.


He was positive that no one would escape his detection! However, he was wrong. Oh so wrong, and he did not even detect Maya. But ignorance was bliss after all.


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Outside - Prefect


A crime had been committed. A most serious offense. This was not good. And the Prefect knew it was not good. He was going to be ready to apprehend the foul creature who would disturb the peace. That's what the birdy told him, before the little thing flew away off from his shoulder. "BYE BIRDY."


The Prefect in question, was an 10 foot tall creature which appeared to be forged from swamp muck and mire, that was dressed in a surprisingly clean pressed suit. As the Cheetah man, who probably was unfit for living in orderly society, approached the Swampman quickly reached to grab the child by the scruff.


This, was the bane of all cats. The Swampman Prefect peered the muck that formed something resembling a pseudo-head stared down at the far smaller individual. "YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE FOR STEALING. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE AND BAD. DON'T DO THAT. BAD CRIME YOU DID! BIG TROUBLE YOU'RE IN!" The Swampman Prefect shouted out, seemingly have no indoor voice. Perhaps that was why he was stationed outside.


Or perhaps he may have asked, because he liked the outdoors. Either way a delinquent was there and had to be stopped.

 

[Bob Brawler]

Siegfried was approaching the perfect telling him about his need to register when he gets grabbed by the big stinky swampman that was yelling at him about a crime, he knew what he was talking about but he also knew how to act in such situations, "hey what the... whats the big idea what crime are you talking about i just got here, you accuse me of some crime that's just cause im a cheetah Kin... THAT'S RACIST, you assume all cheetah clansman are criminals..." its was mostly true, they really were, but he knew he left no evidence so it was only the word of the snobby elf against his, "I DID NO CRIME NOW PUT ME DOWN, I'M UNDER THE PROTRACTION OF THE LAW! UNLESS YOU HAVE ANY PROOF YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!! if you have any business with me call my parole officer he will straighten it all out."

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé looked down at the short little punk and the ent making their exchange, and got ready. This would require absolute precision... Or just dumb luck. Something Étouffé had in spades. She pointed the invisible BB Gun directly at the bag that was being exchanged... And fired. The bullet flew straight -as far as Étouffé could tell- and burst the bag, causing a cloud of powder to cover the Ent, the Gnome, and the mook keeping lookout. Direct hit, Marcel Marceau and Lee Harvey Oswald would both have been proud. Before she could celebrate too much, though, she saw the other punks... Not going towards the deal. What were THEY up to? She hoped the others would take note and do something about it. Gripping the note from the knoll and shoving it into her overalls, she quickly made her way back down the hill to the initial meeting spot.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Outside - Prefect Dealing Justice


The Swampman Prefect just stared at Siegfried for a moment. He really tried to pull the 'I'm special' due to my race card on him, the Swampman. And then he started going on about being protracted about the law or something. "ALL EQUAL TO PUNISHMENT. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL TO THAT. SO STOP WHINING. THINGS SAW." The Swampman paused for a moment. He mentioned being on parole, or something. Well he was going to have to return him to an actual prison in that case ...PAROLE IMPLIES YOU ARE ACTUAL CRIMINAL. CRIME ON PAROLE MEANS BACK TO PRISON. AS I SAID EARLIER, BIG TROUBLE!"


The Swampman kept his grip upon the creature, "YOU WILL BE BACK THERE SOON. BAD. YOU ARE BAD."


Outside - Scene of the Deal


Bang. The bag has been shot. The bag with the white substance has been shot. Woody and Maxy were covered in the white cloud of itching powder. Maxy began frantically scratching out himself. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" The gnome was frantically scratching at his face, as he attempted to wipe off the powder that was covering his face. However, he was covered in it and was frantically itching and scratching at himself.


Woody the Ent was doing the same, "Ah jeez I haven't even been doing this job for too long!" As he scratched at himself; the disturbing sound of bark scratching against bark was heard. As for the goon...


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[Failed to beat 25 Check to Escape the Drugs]


As soon as he heard the shot that went through the bag. His pride was shot. He swore he saw and recognized everything. When he should've been trying to dodge the incoming cloud of dust. Which, despite his best efforts were too slow to successfully escape the quickly swarming dust.


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However, in his hasty fumble he managed to do something. While he did not successfully dodge, in fact he did a terrible job at it. He did make an ass out of himself. Particularily he started bawling and shrieking like a little girl. "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHIIIIIIIIIIIIING POOOOOOOOOOOOWDEEEEEEEER!"


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Which seemed to get into some pretty good spots on the goon. "DAMN IT!" The goon cried out as he continued itching at himself.


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[Blumenkranz]

Everything was according to the plan. The kids and the goon were completely clueless about her presence, her GerOS smartphone was recording the whole deal, she was kneeling in a comfortable place... but then something happened.


"What the f...?".


The bag suddenly exploded mid-air, as if a magical bullet had just traversed it. The Kerenzikov allowed her to watch how the dust slowly spread into the air, reflecting sunlight like a cloud of glitter. A beautiful, yet dangerous sight. Was it a sniper? Did she just fell in a trap!?


With some fancy footwork, Maya managed to make a backflip in time, just in time to dodge the deadly itching mist while also keeping her profile low. Phew, that was close.


However, the nerd knew it was not a good idea to stay in a zone covered by snipers. She already had the evidence, so there was no point in staying here. Her next destination was the greenhouse, and the route to the glass dome had some fairly well kept bushes (or at least, compared to the other bushes of the zone), so it was a no-brainer.


However, there were some suspicious punks blocking the path. That was Ryker the Beautiful, the leader of the punks (or at least that's what she though, because he was very popular amongst his clique) - who Maya thought lived to his name, to be honest-, followed by a small group of other punks. It was fairly suspicious, since he was usually surrounded of groupies and his band, but these looked nothing like those. There was a single woman, and some other punks that definitely were not his bandmates. In fact, they had no instruments with them!


Maya decided to follow them from the distance, trying to avoid being seen. She had to go there anyway, so why not spy them on the way?


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[CSA]

"Varsity, huh?" mused Ryuji, grinning and rubbing his chin, "Well, this one guy did say I'd make a good swimmer! Not sure it's worth it just for the extra lunch; maybe I'll bring my own. I'm not too bad a cook!"


A group of jocks set a tarp up around the table to prevent the sprinklers from pouring down on them, and Ryuji gave them a nod in appreciation.


"Now that's what I call service, huh? Still, a good training regimen wouldn't hurt none! I've gotta keep up with it so I can become number one in the school, after all!"