Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings — The B-Sides

[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

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SCENE:

Snake Suit and Despair

LOCATION:

Freddier Bar, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Tri @Damafaud, Kisara @simj26, Bash @Nobody Special, Anna @The One Eyed Bandit, Raph Elenion Aura , Others

SNAKE SUIT AND DESPAIR

"Well. Just when you are out so I know to purify you when I'm going around with something."
Darius nodded, he had been listening intently until Tri answered his question. After he had a satisfactory answer, he allowed himself to relax a little, as the cacophony of voices around him started to drown everything out. Gulping down more beer, he jumped to a reasonable conclusion in his mind. If they weren't being forced to wear them, he had no reason to worry, right? He saw Tri often enough that he'd be recognized during one of the Jack's "random acts of terror" without a uniform, right?? His nervousness lessened, both as a result of his slight inebriation, and the crowd's shared lack of support for the idea. He was still happy to pretend that this was something to take seriously, but he let out another small laugh at the thought of him wearing such a thing. What would Ten think if he came home in one of those?

Setting his glass down, he turned in his seat to gauge reactions from the crowd. As expected, they were still a raucous untameable bunch, and slowly growing in numbers as more people entered and got caught in the loop. He noticed a figure on his right, taking a swig from a bottle that Darius recognised as expensive. He hadn't seen him much, but could confidently guess that this man was Raph. Ah yes, definitely Raph. He always felt uneasy in his presence, but hey, there's no harm in talking to him.

"Expensive taste, hm? Maybe I ought to grab something better before the bar's cleaned out."
Darius gestured down to his own pitiful drink, some cheap, common beer he drank often. He'd been a Serpent long enough to know that manners weren't a valued trait, yet it was one he still hadn't unlearned. When he had gotten to the bar before, he waited politely and asked for something reasonable despite the circumstances. He wasn't above stealing though and now thought about sneaking behind the bar to stock up for his own alcohol stash at home, while everyone was distracted. He downed the contents of his glass, and the atmosphere seemed to change as he did so. Not because of Darius, no, but because of Tri's words, that Darius hadn't paid attention to, that drew a new reaction from the crowd.
"-since the bandanas are cooler than the suits. It's a free for all. The rest got the uniforms. Hyah."

Darius watched the bandanas flutter through the sky as they descended onto the ravenous crowd. He figured this was more uniform news, but whatever it was clearly wasn't worth his time as a brawl quickly broke out. Surprised as ever by the Serpent's capacity for violence (Did Tri put something in their drinks?), Darius wasted no time jumping out of his seat, side-stepping as a woman got thrown into his table. The empty glasses resting on it shattered on impact, and that was his cue to leave. He pulled his collar up, hunching his head down into it and weaved around the edge of the room. He spied Tri approach the bar manager and decided to follow. He slid over the counter, lacking grace but landing on his feet on the other side.

Firstly he did what he told Raph he'd do, and scooped up a few bottles of top-shelf liquor, picking up a particularly fancy looking bottle of wine as well. A reward for coming here. Then, he ducked to avoid a boot being thrown directly at the shelf, narrowly missing his head. Darius saw Tri and Gora on the floor. He didn't feel great about looting the bar so brazenly in front of the barkeep, but if that was the worst thing he did, he'd still be better than everyone else. He nestled next to them, keeping a small distance for safety reasons, resting the bottles by his side.

"Tri! Hey! It's me, Darius!" He greeted Tri, yelling over the madness that was unfolding.
"Y'know, this is a great idea, but this uniform ain't really my style. I can't have random people recognizing me on the streets, but it's ok because you'll recognize me anyway, right? We see each other all the time! So can I just... skip all these uniform stuff and wear my usual?"

 

[gxxberkit]

TENEBROSITY

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SCENE:

It's The Thought That Counts

LOCATION:

Darius' Apartment, North District

TIME:

September 17 2021, Post-Arc 1

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Ten

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

Hours ago, Darius told Ten that he was going to be out on a mission with the Serpents for a while, and that he’d be home shortly. Ten had noted this and quickly (and haphazardly) drove their way to his apartment complex. Once at the apartment, instead of using the key that Darius had so graciously given them, their form flattened to a shadow and reformed on the other side of the door. They opened their eyes to the dark apartment, skipping over to Darius’ couch, and taking a little nap as they waited for him to come home.

I remind you; that was hours ago.

Now, Ten had been awake for a few minutes, having grabbed the remote through the big paws of their bunny hoodie and turning on the very dim television. Ten giggled as it turned on. They felt great appreciation that Darius would dim his tv, remove the bulb from his fridge, and install blackout curtains on his windows just for Tenebrosity to feel safe at his home. They loved it so much that they had planned a surprise for Darius, one they were sure he’d enjoy, as it meant they’d be able to hang out more! They were going to wait until his birthday, but they were too excited about it to hold onto it any longer than they had to; that’s why they were at Darius’ house now, awaiting the chance to tell him about their gift.

But he wasn’t home, so they had to keep waiting.

Already bored of the television, they turned it off and stood up, pacing around the room. They thought about how Darius would react. With excitement? They hoped so. In fact, they knew so! They did a bouncy mini dance in the middle of the room. There had to be no way Darius wouldn’t like this plan— and even if he did, Tenebrosity was sure he’d grow to love it.

They moved to the kitchen, heading straight to the fridge and opening it to the cold darkness. Using two hands, they grabbed a jug of an orange drink and closed the fridge with their hips. They walked back to the couch with the jug and sat down. Opening the drink, they chugged a good amount of it before placing it on the ground and laying on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling as they continued to wait for their boyfriend.

WhiskeyMarten

 

[BriiAngelic]

Lyric Ashton Crianza

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SCENE:

A Thrill Ride

TIME:

Pre-Arc 1— Spring/Summer 2011, ~6:00pm

LOCATION:

Travelling Funfair, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

YY, Vulken, Alex, Boltius, Lyric

A Thrill Ride

<<< Remember

She rolled down the window letting the wind hit her face as they drove to the Funfair. She bit her lip as they drew closer to fair trying to blank out her mind. Her body still hurt from the rounds of “training” Surya had put her under but the wind at her face was enough to clear the nausea that came with every session. Once they reached their destination she was quick to get out of the car and stretch herself out.

“Let’s have some fuckin’ fun! Lyric, I’ll win ya one of those cute little stuffed bears. I’m great at those shootin’ games.”

She brought her arm up as much as she could without feeling excess pain and mimicked a shooting motion at a nearby stand.

“Not if I get them all first.”

She forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she took a step forwards looking more at the stalls while Vulken tried to draw YY further into interacting. The painkillers Alex had slipped her were doing rather little but at least they took the edge off enough for her to fake being okay in front of the other two. She threw her arm into a circle trying to stretch out the limb but only forcing another wave of pain through the joint.

“Fff-un yeah lets have some fun. Ya know a carnival is the best place to have some fun. Where we hitting up first?”

God when she was done here she was sinking into a damn jacuzzi and not coming out until either the pain was gone or she’d heated her skin enough to not feel it.

@Nobody Special @Tobi Naefaerne Doctor Llamabean gxxberkit

 

[BriiAngelic]

Jackson Reese Alessi

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SCENE:

”Happy Birthday to You”

LOCATION:

Albrecht Manor

TIME:

Sunday, April 18th, 2021 || Pre-Arc 1

PARTICIPANTS:

Jackson, Jesper, Lorrin, Kasumi, Ruriko

"Happy Birthday To You"

The scene was set.

Games, Partying, Snacks, Jesper’s super awesome decked out house that was wasted on him because he chose the hermit life.

Now he just had to keep Jesper occupied enough to not spill the beans to Tina. Luckily enough Ruri was great for that. All they really needed to do was block the way up. He’d already convinced Tina that they would be fine for the night and they just really wanted to surprise Jesper for his birthday. Somehow they got Kasumi in on it as well. Lorrin didn’t seem to mind joining as well and maybe his mentor could light a fire under Jespers ass and make him actually move his body for a longer amount of time than it took to get to the can.

Now he just needed to do rounds to pick everyone up. He’d already picked up Lorrin on the way down from Littleleaf. He took a second to text Kasumi and Ruri to be ready and to turn the GPS on to Kasumi’s place before tossing the phone to Lorrin.

“Play whatever.”

He threw the car into reverse with an ease that nearly made it seem as if he was a licensed driver and not just a brat with access to wheels. Before long they had managed to pick up the others with little issue before making their way to the Albrecht manor. With a smirk he pulled up to the driveway before shutting the car off.

“We’re here! Tina already knows we’re coming so no worries there.”

He popped the trunk open, circling around to grab his bag. He shot his mom a text mentioning they’d arrived and he’d call her tomorrow morning. He’d already let her know that he’d be staying at Jesper’s again. He’d let Lorrin, Ruri and Kasumi know the same. He didn't know this Shuwei guy that well but he showed up with Ruri so he could only assume he knew the deal.

He pulled out his keys and led them into the manor to the room that Tina and himself had set up for the ‘birthday party’.

“Down this way guys!”

Spoiler: Tags

Pik FabulousTrash AriAriAbabwa Beann Vahn

 

[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

http://www.google.com

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SCENE:

Anime Convention!!

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jesper, Charlie, Tenebrosity, Tri, Others.

Anime Convention!!

"Alright, here's your ticket, enjoy the convention!"

Passing through the gates of the spacious building, Charlie gazed at the countless booths and stands in awe, a rush of excitement surged within him as he contemplated where to go and what to buy. But first things first, it was time to go to the bathroom. It was a good thing that the one he had specifically entered was empty, as he was able to change into the clothes that lied inside of the bag he had brought in a calmly manner. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he smiled as he once again conteplated the lovely costume his neighbor, a kind and talented tailor, had made for him. It was a cosplay of Aldus the Hexer Monk, one of the main playable characters in the JRPG from his childhood, Tears of Lunaria. Charlie had never done any kind of cosplay in the past, and probably will never do it again, but the lingering curiosity about the idea never left his mind ever since the very first time he visited one of these events several years ago. And it just so happened that since he had celebrated his one year anniversary as a Scarlet Phoenix, his peers suggested him to take a few days off from work or training, and what better way to use this opportunity than to do something different, right?

Now he was just casually strolling around the place, it seems like people were giving good looks at his cosplay, a couple of guys even asked to take a photo with him, how nice! He nibbled on a stick of dango he had bought while giving a good look to the various products in display such as manga, blu-rays or general merchandise, a lot of which showing characters he admitedly did not recognize as he doesn't exactly watch that much anime, although some specific items were particularly tempting to get, to the point he decided to get a few stickers and a the first volumes of a classic show he liked, Sakura Rushers.

As he continued walking and enjoying his special personal time while nodding along some nice and chill tunes from a nearby booth, Charlie noticed a cute girl with white hair in a maid outfit looking all flustered and distressed while walking in circles...Perhaps she needed help? He approached her casually, his face showing sincere concern as he spoke.

"Umm, excuse me, do you need any help? you seem a bit troubled"

 

[Elenion Aura]

RAPHAEL SHAW

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SCENE:

Unlikely Encounter

TIME:

Post Arc 1/Pre Arc 2 — Sometime After September 17th, 2021

LOCATION:

Geronimos, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raphael, August ( Doctor Llamabean )

UNLIKELY ENCOUNTER

Before he had the chance to stop himself, Raph felt his body take an involuntary step back from the man who'd suddenly appeared before him, arching back slightly in order to look him in his face. Raph's eyes went wide, first with surprise, then recognition, before finally settling on mild bemusement. Had he gotten taller since last they'd met?

Having misjudged the distance in his state, Raph's behind bumped into the bar as he tried to beat an instinctive retreat. He reached back a hand, grabbing hold of the wooden lip of the bar-top to steady himself. In a flash, he was reminded of where he'd seen this face last, and if not for the copious amount of alcohol already gumming up his bloodstream, Raph's mind would've been set on high alert right about now, as he tried to work out whether he should fight or flee.

Luckily, he was quite drunk.

More drunk than he'd realized at first, actually. It was the kind of intoxication that only really hits a person after they try to stand and walk around after sitting and downing one, two... Or maybe five drinks? He'd lost count... Just kidding! He hadn't been counting to begin with.

This was the kind of intoxication where things that aren't funny seem simply hilarious.

Speaking of... This was funny.

“Oh,” Raph said, mostly by accident, but also for lack of anything else to say. The gears of his brain were still turning, an over-worked hampster in its wheel. Raph knew this face, and he was at once accosted by all of the memories that this face had come to encapsulate in his mind.

That day. That horrible, horrible day.

The fight... The bowling alley. The other fight, and everything that followed... He ought to kill him right here and now for what he'd done, his contribution, to Raph's memory of misery. And yet...

“Oh.” Raph shoved himself off of the bar and took a decisive step forward toward the taller man, tilting his head to one side as he looked slightly up at him. Not taller. Tip-toes. How adorable... The surprise melted from his face, overshadowed by a mask slick, easy confidence. “It's you.” He tried to take another step forward, reducing the space between them dangerously.

“I suppose they'll let just anyone in here, hm? ~” Raph missed the irony of that statement like he'd missed the compliment the white Tiger had paid to his hair. He'd hear it in a moment once his sluggish thought process caught up to the current moment. But in the meantime, he was on a roll.

“You're looking well! Last I saw, your neck looked like a dog's chewtoy.” Raph had—up until this moment—forgotten the sight of August after Darius' touch had wrought its curse upon his flesh. The image flooded his brain, of the Tiger on the floor of that bowling alley, writhing in pain. The thought of it almost turned his stomach, so he quickly changed the subject in an effort to scrub the memory from his mind.

“You know, I ought to kill you, but why don't I buy you a drink instead? It's truly the least I could do.” He still had some of the three hundred left over, anyway.

Spoiler: Tags

Doctor Llamabean

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

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SCENE:

It's The Thought That Counts

LOCATION:

Darius's Apartment, North District

TIME:

September 17 2021, Post-Arc 1

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Ten gxxberkit

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

He didn't know how long he had been running for, but Darius only stopped when his legs began to fail him. He staggered down an alley and slumped to the ground beside a dumpster. The sirens, the muffled cries, his allies' (and foes') voices, they were all distant memories now. Memories he hoped he could forget, or at least block out of his mind. He leant against the dumpster, the cold surface sending a chill down his body. It wasn't comfortable but he felt glued to the spot. His legs were splayed out. His shoes and trousers were still soaked from his dip in the sewer water, coated in dirt and dust. Blood streaked across his shirt and was encrusted on his arms. His palms felt raw from the abuse they endured. Darius ignored his appearance. It didn't matter to him, his death was imminent.

Raph saw him. Raph knew. There was no way he wouldn't know exactly what Darius did to him. Was it worth it? If he wasn't going to be killed for it, then maybe. But his fate was sealed, and all he had was the chance to live his last moments, however long they may be before he was tracked down and torn from limb to limb. Tears welled up, trickling down his face. Darius wanted to scream, but he was too tired to do that. He sat unresponsive, too afraid to close his eyes despite his exhaustion. Too unsafe, too vulnerable.

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The taxi ride was excruciating. Darius didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually, he had dragged his phone out of his pocket, choking out his address to the first taxi company he found in his contacts. The driver kept watching him through the mirror, a look of disgust on his face. Neither spoke a word during the entire drive and when they reached his apartment block, Darius threw a few notes at the driver and rushed out.

The elevator ride was excruciating. A group of scantily clad women exited together when the elevator arrived, ready for a night out. They took a long look at Darius, who stared back at them with bleary eyes. They hurried away from him, though one didn't hold back from asking the group, "What's up with him?" He didn't respond, he had more important things to do. He had wasted enough time already. He rushed into the elevator, rapidly pressing the button for his floor until the door closed, far too slowly, and the elevator ascended, far too slowly.

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The lock rattled as Darius roughly shoved a key inside his apartment door, missing a few times in the dimly lit corridor. The door slammed open, crashing into the wall next to it. Darius stared into the darkness, never more grateful for it in his life. Everything was still, peaceful, quiet. He walked in, slamming the door behind him. He reached his hand out to the wall, reaching for the light switch. He had been repeating a set of instructions in his head since he got in the taxi.

- Go home
- Lock the door
- Call Ten
- Pack a suitcase

He couldn't stay, not until he was certain he wasn't going to be killed by that monster. He rested his hand on the light switch and-

"HELLO DAIRY!"

His entire body jerked in response to the sudden greeting, his hand flipping the switch. He only had a chance to observe the room for a moment before he instinctively turned the light back off. Ten.

"Ten! Oh my God... What are you doing here?"

Shrouded in darkness once more, Darius leaned back against the door, startled, heart racing.

"You shouldn't be here. Oh, fuck."

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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AUGUST

Post Arc 1/Pre Arc 2
Sometime after September 17th, 2021​

“Oh,” is all the Serpent said.

While—“Ya got noice hair”—was not exactly the quip that he was looking for, August wouldn’t deny that it was true.

First taken by surprise, he quickly caught up to the moment and gathered his mind, quietly waiting for the Serpent, who was seemingly lost for words, to do the same. August thought to crack a thesaurus joke but decided not to, lest he escalate any chances of a fight, which he would rather go without if, at all, possible.

“Oh,” the Serpent repeated, only this time the word carried a bite, and took a step forward. As a result, August held up his open hands as if to say he didn’t want any trouble, but immediately put them back down when he remembered that his father was just across the room and would definitely pick up on such a blatant queue of distress.

“It's you.” The Serpent grew closer once more, and August half-expected them to start dancing. He retreated back a tad, slightly overwhelmed by their sudden closeness.

It seemed their recognition of each other was mutual, after all.

Unfortunate.

Or maybe not… Perhaps their previous encounter with one another provided just enough solidarity in this moment to prevent excessive hostility. Despite all of their differences, they had at least one thing in common. That they’d both been victim to the same bad night.

August exhaled nervously on a forced smile, reaching up to rub the back of his head as he let the other continue. Then, following a couple of caustic comments, the offer of a drink was made, and August blinked.

Did he hear that right? He wondered.

Silence overcame the space between them, and it might have lasted longer if not for a well-dressed man stepping up and asking, from behind the counter, in a tone that matched the expression on his face, “Apologies, sir, is- is this man bothering you?” Concern.

Hesitant to answer, for he couldn’t decide, August glanced from the man to Raph, then back at the man. He gave the impression of a manager. Probably the fact that he appeared to be the only staff personnel wearing a red tie, but who was he to assume?

Finally, August waved off the question.

”No, no, no. Me ‘n’ this mate go way back… Yeh, we’ve a, uh, a book club togethah… Ya ever read 50 Shades o’ Gray?”

The manager, perplexed, slowly shook his head.

”’Kay, how’s about Broke Back Mountain?”

No again.

”Call Me By Ya Name? Tha Kiss Quotient? Nothin’?

Still no.

August neared closer to the counter and leaned on it. ”Mmh. Bummah. You should really check it out… But befoh ya do, mah mate here’s offerin’ t’ buy me a drink. Oi’m thinkin’ a personal concoction of sorts…” He wiggled a hand around in thought, then plucked an idea from the air. ”Ah~ A mix of one o’ ya best red wines with some mint liqueur, if ya would.”

You could see the man’s nose wrinkle slightly at the combination.

Knowing that the wine was being served on the opposite end of the establishment, August showed a long, flat smile and waited until the manager was off after ushering the bartender to return to her duties.

When it was just the two of them, and the distant bartender polishing glasses and taking glances their way, August’s expression returned to its usual pane of impassivity. Still leaned over the counter, he looked at Raph, ”Ah’m stahtin’ t’ think I need a bettah disguise,” he said in an attempt at lighthearted humor, referring to how the Serpent recognized him. ”Tell me, is it tha gold tooth? I was told not t’ get it ‘cause it’d be too noticeable, but ah couldn’t resist, y’know?”

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kasumi Katsura - Azure Dragons - Veteran [CS LINK]
Scene - [B Side] Anime Convention | Pre Arc 1
Location - Convention Center
Mentions/Interactions - Charlie Hughes ( Roda the Red ), Jesper Albrecht ( AriAriAbabwa ), Tenebrosity ( gxxberkit ), others

Kasumi stared upwards, taking in the sight of the massive building in front of her.

A few weeks back, Kasumi and Jesper had planned to go to this years anime convention, but last minute changes to her schedule prevented from Kasumi from initially going. However, the conflict was resolved much quicker than she anticipated. As soon as she got back home, she wasted no time getting dressed in her cosplay, then practically dragging Kanna to drive her to the convention center.

Now, standing at the entrance, was an ecstatic looking, white-haired kitsune warrior with a rapier in its sheath on her side. A real life version of her Dark Era character, Kasumi had worn this costume to other events and was usually her go to, but in this case she hadn't had the time to make anything new. Oh well, this would do just fine.

She made her way through the entrance, following the line up to the security check-in. She placed her bag and sword on the table to be inspected and passed through the gate, receiving her belongings and badge. Now it was time to locate Jesper. As she walked through the center, many people were looking over at her direction, waving, smiling, greeting her. They were all strangers but brought together with a common interest. Plus, what's wrong with being polite? Kasumi returned their gestures, smiling as she did.

As she walked, she could hear faint, chill-style music from a nearby booth. That was when she spotted him. But in this instance, it was a her. Kasumi held in a laugh, bringing a hand to her mouth as she looked at Jesper, who was dressed in a rather minimal maid dress, of all things. Before she could call out to him, however, she saw a blue-haired individual approach Jesper and began to speak to them. Perhaps they were a friend, or just a random person being nice. Kasumi paced over to the duo, clearing her throat to make her presence known.

"Jesper! Interesting...outfit?"

The laugh she was holding back escaped her lips in a small giggle. Kasumi then turned to the blue-haired person, nodding.

"I'm Kasumi. And you?"

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Meirin Azuza

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SCENE:

B-Side: A Simple Prayer

LOCATION:

Wuyang Temple, East District

Time:

Post-Arc 1/Pre-Arc 2, September 18th, 8 AM

PARTICIPANTS:

Meirin Azuza, Nicholas Yumin (NPC)

A Simple Prayer

Meirin…was not an especially spiritual person. If she were, she doubted she could do some of the things that the Azure Dragons required of her; Turn the other cheek when it came to Dragon executions or doing what had to be done. Do work in the sex industry. Right? Wrong? The path to enlightenment had already become closed to her when she sought revenge for Jun—when she tattooed a dragon on her shoulder. However, old habits died hard. Visiting the local Amestrian temple, where she’d first learned martial arts, had become routine to her. Often it was to train with the monks who’d been an important part of her childhood growing up. Other times it was just to visit. Whether it was cleaning the temple or helping with the visitors, Meirin wanted to give back to the place that had given her solace during difficult and emotional times. Even now, it was a place she depended on when needing respite; When looking for guidance and forgiveness.

The tranquil atmosphere. The lingering smell of incense as she stood in front of the altar, where she’d left a bit of change. The colorful tapestries that lined the hall of prayer. All of it brought a sense of serenity to the girl who had just learned (via news reports) of the chaos that occurred on the South-East bridge. Kanna had been there. Ruri. Guardian.

Shen.

Prayers didn’t bring back the dead or wash the blood from one’s hands. Who knew if a greater being might even be listening? If the dead could be pacified by simple wishes and chants? Still, they provided Meirin comfort and gave her the strength to continue the path she walked on all the same. There wasn’t much she could do about what had already happened anyway. People died all the time in the world she lived in. Some deserving. Some not deserving. Still, all who had once lived deserved to be remembered.

So she lit the candle, lit the incense, and clapped her hands in prayer. For the victims that died when the bridged collapsed yesterday. For the victims of the hurricane that had hit the South District. For all those that would die in the growing conflict to come. Last, but not least, she prayed that leadership would make the right choice when it came to protecting the peace of the East District. Phoenixes had been spotted on the bridge as well. Meirin wasn’t so soft. She knew, first hand, that sometimes in order to protect what was important, fights were necessary. Deaths were necessary. The only question left to determine was…was it necessary?

And what of the Cobalt Wolves? How did they play into all this?

In all honesty, groups rising up in rebellion to the Azure Dragons weren’t all that uncommon...but they managed to piss Meirin off with all their deceptive shenanigans. More than the Phoenixes, at any rate. They’d even managed to rope Jay’s friend in their insanity. Corrupted the Pleasure District and put it at risk. Focused on her thoughts, she didn’t even notice when another person joined her.

“Strange to see someone so young spending time in a temple at this time of day,”

Blinking, Meirin glanced at the dark-haired old man who had his hands clasped in prayer as well. She shrugged embarrassedly. “Young people have things to pray for too,”

“As they should,” the old man chuckled.

Meirin tilted her head curiously. She was quite certain she’d never seen him before, but something about him struck her as… strangely familiar. “And what are you praying for old—Sir?”

“What any person my age would want—Grandchildren.” The old man sighed. “But my son is obstinate. His mother spoils him so. “

“That sounds troublesome…” Meirin’s pointer finger touched her chin in thought. “Shouldn’t it be up to your son, though? Whether or not he has children, I mean.”

He gave her a reproachful look. “Young people these days just don’t understand what their parents want.”

“I don’t have parents.”

The reproachful look morphed into sympathy and the old man patted her shoulder as if he would a friend. “We all have our difficulties…”

Bristling, Meirin opened her mouth to retort, but thought better of it and sighed. There was little point arguing with the elders who were convinced in their ways. They were in the Hall of Prayer. Fighting unnecessarily would ruin the mood. Compassion was one of the principals her instructor, who showed her what true strength was, taught as well. “I think the monks said there will be a sutra reading for the deceased later...there will be free food afterwards as well”

The old man hummed. "Free food you say? I suppose I do have some time to kill until my nephew picks me up."

Smiling, Meirin pulled out her phone, to silence the device, when she saw the text message from her new friend Jay from Paradise Forever. We do? Did he fall asleep in the middle of texting or something? Meirin giggled. She typed a quick ‘At a temple. Talk to you in a bit.’ before silencing her phone and pocketing it–at least for the next hour or so.

(mentioned: Taigakitt (Jay - No need to respond to this unless you want to))

 

[gxxberkit]

TENEBROSITY

CS Link

SCENE:

It's The Thought That Counts

LOCATION:

Darius' Apartment, North District

TIME:

September 17 2021, Post-Arc 1

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Ten

It's The Thought That Counts

Their eyes traced over the details of the ceiling, a faint glow coming from them. After a while of staring, they had begun missing Darius, just a little. They’d wonder what he was doing the entire time they were waiting. Maybe he and the Serpents he said he was with went to a party. He’d met a nice person, and began talking. “Well hello there cutie,” the stranger would say. “Hel.. Hello?” would go Darius. Then they spent the night dancing, and eventually Darius would bring the stranger home to Ten, who’d give their full approval. Whoever was a friend (or more) to Darius would be a friend to them, anyway. Then, Ten and Darius’ date would bond over being Darius’ partners, and gossip all the time. They’d become best friends.

“Haha! Nooo, that wouldn’t happen!” they’d give a slight giggle to themselves. It was fun to think about, though.

However, their thoughts got cut short by the sound of a lock being fiddled with, followed by the loud slam of its opening. As far as Tenebrosity knew, Darius hadn’t given their key to anyone else, which meant that it must’ve been…

“HELLO DAIRY!” Ten quickly sat up from the couch, looking over to their beloved, their bunny hood falling off— though, in bad timing.

In his shock, Darius had turned the light on on Ten, causing them to quickly move the paws of their hoodie over their head with a squeak. “Owww…” they whined. Once the lights were back off, they uncovered their head to look back at Darius.

"Ten! Oh my God... What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here. Oh, fuck.”

They blinked at him, before smiling. “Oh. It’s- You- It- It- It’s.. You… know! It’s a surprise! Hap- Ha- Hap- Happy early birthday!” They slid off the couch, only barely missing the orange drink sitting beside the couch, before skipping over to Darius. Ten looked him up and down, taking in just how… bad he looked. Was he in a fight? Who was Ten kidding, of course he was in a fight. Their wide grin faltered for a split second at the sight before returning to a giggly joy. Even though Darius seemed to be having a bad day, he was alive! And he was about to get great news. Tenebrosity pulled their hood back over their head, gently wrapping their arms around him. They pulled Darius away from the door and into a hug. Squeeze.

“I- I- I-..I have n- I have news for you!” they said after a pause, voice soft and muffled due to the fact they were speaking into his shoulder. They contemplated asking about what had happened, but they decided otherwise. The last thing Darius probably would’ve wanted would be to relive whatever he just went through. They’d ask later, maybe when Darius was feeling better. Maybe after the great news they were about to give.

They looked up at Darius, lingering for a bit before finally letting go. “You’ll love it! You’ll love it! Sit- sit- s- sit down, though!! Sitting- it’s- sit- sitting’s good for you.”

WhiskeyMarten

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Sabrina Felton

CS Link

SCENE:

B-Side: It's Just Business

LOCATION:

Coffee Shop, North District

Time:

Post Arc 1/Pre Arc 2, September 20th, 2021, 7pm

PARTICIPANTS:

Sabrina Felton, Elias Yumin

It's Just Business

Sabrina did not like the man sitting across from her.

He seemed amiable enough. Polite, refined, well-dressed, and with a tranquil, dignified air about him as he lifted the coffee cup to his lips. Perhaps that was the problem. Even if he didn't say anything about it, even if he wasn't especially ostentatious, everything from the perfectly pressed clothes he wore to the way he carried himself seemed to scream upper echelon. Hinted at wealth far beyond what she could probably acquire in her lifetime. She wasn’t even sure how he’d made it through the North District without being robbed blind.

Valerie’s assistance no doubt.

Valerie was the only reason she even bothered speaking to someone like Elias Yumin. He was everything she hated rolled into one–born with a silver spoon in his mouth, pretty much set to inherit his dad’s multi-billion dollar company, backed the very industry that she’d grown to despise…Sabrina wasn’t dumb. She knew who he was. She also knew he had very little reason to interact with someone like her.

“Well, Ms Felton? Your thoughts?”

Sabrina snorted. “No, fucking, way.”

“Are you certain? This is a good deal for you.”

Sabrina narrowed her eyes. “You think I’m dumb or something? I’m not falling for this shit again. The Music Industry’s already screwed me over once.”

“The agency you were part of was small. Weak.” The young Yumin set his cup down, his violet eyes meeting hers. “Yumin Entertainment isn’t like that. Money isn’t a problem for us. What happened to you won’t happen again under our protection. The negative reputation you’ve built–all the slanders and lies–we’ll make sure it’s all wiped clean, the truth unveiled to the public, and your path back to the industry cleared…should you want it.”

“...Why?”

“I thought it was a shame what happened to you,” Elias Yumin shrugged. “I’m also a friend of Ms Steinburg…though I wouldn’t have made the offer if I hadn’t heard you singing tonight. Snagging up talent, making financial decisions to increase the profit of the company–that’s my job.”

Well…his boss’s job, but Elias was the owner’s son and Walter rarely interfered since Yumin Entertainment’s revenue had been on the rise ever since he took the position.

“Then you’re one dumb Fucker.” Sabrina rolled her eyes. “All the effort it takes to bring me back will only result in a loss of profit.”

“You underestimate us, Ms Felton” Elias smiled. “More importantly, you underestimate yourself. Money isn’t something an artist like you should be worrying about anyway. That’s my task. You only need to think about what’s best for yourself.”

“Then, let me put it to you in simpler words, Mr. Yumin.” Sabrina spoke coldly. “I. Don’t. Want. To. The only reason I’m even listening to this is because Valarie insisted.”

“...May I ask why?”

“I sing what I want, when I want, and I don’t need a money-grubbing company telling me how to produce music.”

“Even if it means no one listens to you?”

“Yes,” Sabrina growled.

“You sure?”

Static erupted from Sabrina’s pores, causing the lights in the dingy 'coffee shop' to flicker a bit, and Elias sighed. Reaching to his front pocket of his dress shirt, the young millionaire slid his business across the table between them. “Give me a call if you ever change your mind. In the meantime, why don’t you listen to a talent from a subsidiary agency of Yumin Entertainment perform. You’ve heard of Iori, yes? She’s returning to New Oasis soon and will be holding a concert. ”

“Why should I?”

“Seeing someone with talent, who managed to achieve what you didn’t, might cause you to reconsider.”

“Don’t count on it,” Sabrina snorted, lighting the cigarette that she tucked between her lips.

Elias shrugged. “If you’re that certain, there’s no harm in just listening. You can leave whenever you want. Tickets are free. Proceeds go to Hurricane relief.”

Sabrina narrowed her eyes and Elias smiled as he finished his coffee.

 

[Saturn_moon]

ISOBEL PHAM
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Scene: Midnight Breather
Location: West District
Time: 18 September 2021, 12:30AM | Post-Arc 1
Participants: Doctor Llamabean (August), Lucem (Ezra)

Exiting the Tigers’ headquarters, Isobel stepped back into the embrace of the cold night. Above, a lucid moon hung against a rich tapestry of blue. Nerves getting the better of her, she fished her phone out once more. With a swipe, the last message sent to Markus popped back up on to the screen, now with two blue check marks beneath it.

Too late for regrets now.

With a tap of the back button, she slowly scrolled through her unread messages and almost balked when she saw the three hundred plus message notifications on the Tigers’ internal channel. It would appear they all had a rather busy night. So much for TGIF. Scanning through the chatter, she caught sight of mentions of the Knight kid, Ezra was his name, and the seemingly impossible feats he had done to save Titus' life earlier that evening. Of course, nothing was truly impossible when something such as potentials existed.

Continuing down, the events only got wilder as she was suddenly flooded with images of their queen at a very destroyed bowling alley along with several other Tigers’ including one sporting a familiar black mask and shock of white hair pinned under another man on the street out front. Like a jolt of lighting, her brain made the connection and she scrambled through her contacts to find August’s name. Coincidentally, the last message she received just so happened to be from him. An image of someone’s neck, the skin red and blistered as if it had been badly burned, below it the words read “Does this make me look cool?”

“Are you okay?” She hurriedly typed back. Then immediately followed it up with “Where are you?” Tapping her foot impatiently on the ground she watched the screen like a hawk. A minute passed. Then two. No response. Damn it, August.

Shoving the phone back into her pocket, Isobel took off at a run, her powers now tuned in on one oblivious fool. It didn’t take long before she located the non-descript commercial building just on the edge of the West district facing Central, her powers ringing in her head like an obnoxious bell. Walking up to the main doors, she gave it a tug only to unsurprisingly find it locked. Circling around to the back, she easily found the fire escape. With a light jump, she managed to grab on to the lowest rung of the ladder that was five feet above her head and slowly began her ascent.

There at the top, she found August lying on ground. Rushing over in a panic, she quickly realized from the sounds of light snoring, he wasn’t so much unconscious as he was just fast asleep. Crouching down beside him, she leaned in to better inspect his wounds. The burn on his neck looked far worse than it did in the photo and she grimaced at the sight of it. Besides that, he was covered in a smattering of bruises and cuts. Seeing August’s injuries, a thought suddenly popped into her head as she recalled the messages about Ezra saving Titus’ life. Pulling out the now crumpled piece of paper the boy had handed to her back in the boardroom she punched the number scribbled on it into her phone and selected the option to send a message.

“This is Isobel. I think I might need your help. Are you free?”

With that settled, she gave the sleeping figure a firm nudge.

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Jesper Albrecht

CS Link

SCENE:

Anime Convention!!

TIME:

Pre-Arc 1— August 22nd, 2021

LOCATION:

Anime Convention, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jesper, Charlie, Tenebrosity, Kasumi, others

Anime Convention!!

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"Wh-Wha—?" Jesper froze in his tracks when some stranger called out to him, and the room suddenly felt as though it spiked 100 degrees higher. He'd tried blocking out the stares he felt from the crowds, but for someone to approach him? Was this a perv? A creep? A voyeur?

But as he focused more on the person, there was a light breath of relief. It was a cute girl with blue hair in some sort of fantasy cosplay, genuine concern on his face. Still, it didn't help that Jesper—in all his maid outfit misfortune—stood in full view of whoever this was. "I-uh-no, I was just, um—!" His arms instinctively crossed over the outfit. Jesper cursed Tina under his breath; usually she would be the one doing the talking...

Jesper took a deeper breath, looking off to the side as to avoid eye contact. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit lost right now. I came here with my mai—friend, but she ran off earlier..." This was absolute torture. First, Kasumi had to call off their plans because of something that came up, then Tina's opportunistic actions, and now whatever this was. At least Kasumi wasn't here to see "And... I didn't want to wear this... in case you were confused, I guess..."

Fortunately for him, right before he was certain that his face melted off from sheer nervousness, someone made their appearance. But, maybe not so fortunate, as Jesper's temperature still dramatically rose to the point he could have sworn steam flew from the top of his head. "K-Kasumi?!" It took him a while to recognize her, but he knew that avatar from anywhere! That was her Dark Era avatar, on point with the person behind the screen!

On any other occasion, Jesper would be floored with such an appearance. However, as she failed to contain part of a giggle, followed by her 'compliment' on the outfit, the only thing that floored was a part of his soul, crumbling to bits.

Roda the Red FabulousTrash gxxberkit

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

CS Link

SCENE:

It's The Thought That Counts

LOCATION:

Darius's Apartment, North District

TIME:

September 17 2021, Post-Arc 1

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Ten gxxberkit

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

This had thrown a spanner in the works of Darius's plan. He was hoping he'd have some time to form a more concrete plan at home before he had to explain to Ten what he had done, but it seems that couldn't happen now. He felt a lump in his throat, how would he explain this? He didn't respond to Ten for a moment as they approached him (not that he could see in the dark anyway, though he was getting used to it). A surprise from Ten could mean absolutely anything, but unless it was a plane ticket to a city on the other side of Amestria, Darius didn't want it right now. It wasn't even his birthday for another month. "A... surprise?" He put up no resistance as Ten pulled him away from the door, though he wanted to lock it quickly. His arms only hung limply, not returning Ten's embrace. He wouldn't have wanted to stain Ten's outfit anyway.

Their voice was soothing, though the word "news" fired up the cogs in his brain, a sense of dread fighting the sense of relaxation. Exhaustion was still defeating both, however. "I don't have time for news, Ten." His voice was rough and weary and sounded uncharacteristically mean. He felt bad, though he meant exactly what he said. He had too much stuff to do, and he didn't know how long he'd be safe for.

Darius wished Ten hadn't let go of him, as he stood alone in the darkness again, unable to see exactly where Ten was. When Ten invited him to sit down, he complied immediately and stumbled through his apartment, which he knew the layout of like the back of his hand, until he felt the warm couch and sank into it. Ten was right, sitting down was good for him. Maybe he had time to hear them out, after all, it must be important if they'd waited all this time. It might be the last moment of bliss between them anyway before he's forced to reveal his fatal error. Perhaps he ought to savour it.

"I'm sorry..." His voice was soft, "What's your news, Ten?"

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

CS Link

SCENE:

Test Drive

LOCATION:

Copper's Bar, North District

TIME:

2019, Pre-Arc 1

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Caio BriiAngelic

TEST DRIVE

Anyone who went near Copper's Bar that night would know they were having a very successful evening. It wasn't a big establishment, but their proximity to the local university and the promise of half-price drinks for Students on Tuesday nights meant that the place was overflowing as it was every week. Obnoxiously loud pop tunes filled the ears of anyone who stood outside and deafened everyone inside. Mixed in with the crowd was Darius, or Oscar, as he was known on his fraudulent Student ID and Driver's License. He was well accustomed to these nights, though he had made the mistake of coming later than usual. Usually, he'd be one of the first in the door, and by the time the place was unbearably loud and busy, he'd be drunk enough to enjoy it. But here he was, looking lost and clutching a drink, wishing he had shelled out the money for a direct taxi to the venue earlier instead of waiting for the bus that went the long way around the neighbourhood.

Darius barely heard his name being called until he was face to face with a man with the expression of a child who just got a puppy for Christmas. Darius still wasn't sure what he was saying, but happily followed him to his table. He knew this man and the friends that accompanied him. They were all in the clutches of the Serpents, ensnared by the drugs sold to them over the years. The drugs Darius dealt them. Though they aren't the company he'd normally keep, their lifestyles a bit too wild for the meek Serpent, he'd worked hard to maintain a good rapport with them. They knew a lot of people, a lot of people the Serpents did business with. They were a lovely group and were ready to invite Darius to party hard with them on this unassuming Tuesday.

He tried, he really did, but he just wasn't feeling it tonight. The music hurt not long after he arrived, his company were off their faces, and he was considering going home. Declining offers of shots, karaoke, more shots, and his friends' encouragement to speak to the cute people they kept pointing out for him, Darius was just feeling fed up. He slipped away from the group while they were distracted (not difficult considering the state they were in), and made his way outside. The fresh air against his face, the only part of him uncovered, felt more refreshing than ever. Some of the energy from inside had spilt outside as well, but it was far quieter, far more relaxing. He lit up a cigarette, a new vice for him, and weighed up his options. Go home while the night is still young, and have a chilled out evening alone? Stay here and give in to peer pressure? He could always try and mingle with the other patrons, maybe find some more palatable company?

One option that didn't even enter his mind, was that he would soon be visited by someone he did not want to see. Oblivious to any danger, he leaned against the wall, lost in thought.

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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BOLTIUS

Pre-Arc 1
Spring/Summer 2011
6:00 PM​

“I’m gonna need you to sit back down, Boltius,” advised the man driving the bus.

Little Bolt only laughed, staying where he was at the man’s side, close enough that he could reach out and grab the wheel if he wanted—which he didn’t. ”Holduh, holduh, holdup! I got one more- just one more- just one more. Look,” Boltius held his phone where the driver could see, the screen displaying a meme of sorts, and his marmalade eyes flickered expectantly back and forth from it and the man’s face.

The driver glanced at it very briefly, not nearly long enough to grasp the humor and, “Mhm,” he hummed, “now sit back down before I hit a pothole.”

Boltius, grinning at his screen, did as told, his little thumb flipping through an immense gallery of saved memes, eliciting from him the occasional childlike laugh.

When the bus hissed to a halt along the curb of a bustling sidewalk of excited civilians making their way into the fair, and its doors pried open, Boltius was the first one off as he leaped forward from the top stair and landed with catlike footing.

Groups of friends and families alike; their chatter and laughter blended together as the young boy gazed on, and the collective energies of each hyped individual charged him with utter glee and exhilaration.

”Ohohoyeah,” he snickered mischievously, fists trembling at his chest as if he’d been struck cold with anticipation.

“Hey!” called the driver from behind.

Boltius whipped his head around to look at him, ”What is it nooow!?”

The man cocked a brow, “You sure you’re meetin’ your brother here?”

”Tch- Why would I lie!?”

The driver squinted. “... Alright then… Stay out of trouble, m’kay?”

”Yeah-yeah,” Boltius swat his hand, rolling his eyes, then departed the bus stop. ”Keh, you wish.” Slipping into the crowd then, he began making his way toward the fair.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

http://www.google.com

CS Link

SCENE:

Anime Convention!!

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Jesper, Tenebrosity, Tri, Kasumi, Others.

Anime Convention!!

"And... I didn't want to wear this... in case you were confused, I guess..."

Just as Charlie feared, the girl seemed to be lost and separated from her friend, not very surprising considering just how large this place was and all the people walking around.

"Why would I be confused? I think it looks lovely on you!" Said Charlie with a bright smile

Just as he was starting to begin small talk, someone else showed up, another cute girl with in some sort of strange fantasy costume walked up to the maid's side and presented herself, was she the aformentioned friend? no, probably not considering how they greeted each other. The second game presented herself, and the name of the maid was mentioned just now...Jesper though? kinda sounds like a boy's, perhaps a modernized version of Jasper? Either way, it was only proper to present himself now.

"Nice to meet you both! I'm Charlie... Or perhaps I'm Aldus?" He giggled to himself, still having childish fun with the prospect of cosplaying.

"Can't blame you for being lost, this place is huge! I mean I couldn't tell you where the entrance was if you asked me right now. Perhaps someone could give us some leads? Hmm..." Charlie looked around for a few seconds while rubbing his chin with his thumb and index. He took notice of the booth nearby playing music, another cosplayer apparently being the source of the melody. Charlie walked towards the booth while motioning Kasumi and Jesper to follow him, bending his fingers twice in rapid succession.

"Excuse me!" he said to the DJ somewhat loudly in order for his voice to surpass the music. "Could you help us with some directions!?"

 

[gxxberkit]

TENEBROSITY

CS Link

SCENE:

It's The Thought That Counts

LOCATION:

Darius' Apartment, North District

TIME:

September 17 2021, Post-Arc 1

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Ten

It's The Thought That Counts

Once Darius had stumbled his way to the couch, they quickly followed behind him, sinking into the couch beside him. They grabbed the remote to the television again, turning it back on, only for the dim light. They had figured it’d be nice for Darius to be able to see, and it was a nice compromise for the both of them. At least, they figured the television would be enough. They looked up to him and placed one of the giant paws of their hoodie onto Darius’ bloodied hand.

"I'm sorry… What's your news, Ten?"

Ten hummed, scanning Darius’ face with their uncovered eye. They thought for a second, trying to figure out the best way possible to share the news. They giggled in his face, hand leaving Darius’ to hold against their other hand.

“You know how we- we- we- you- You know- H- You.. know- You- You- Y-” they gave a frustrated groan at their stutter, “We.. we don’t spend as much- as- as much time together as I think would be great, you know!!”

Ten paused in order to let Darius take that in before giving him the news.

“...S- so! I- you know- I- You- Your queen- Your- the- the queen of Serpents! We- you- so- your- your friend, right? You—Jesus Christ— The- the queen of Serpents, your friend! K.. K-Oh? Cow? Kombucha? Caio! We- we’ve- yeah- we’ve been— t-talking. We… we thought it’d- yeah- we- we thought it’d be a- a good- uhm.. A good idea! To- to we-” They furrowed their brow at themselves, looking down and then back up at Darius. Tenebrosity gazed deeply into his eyes, taking in the orange-y color as a way to calm down. He always was so pretty, even when looking so ragged. They grinned.

“I’m- I’m gonna join the Serpents!” They grabbed Darius’ hand again with both of theirs. “We’ll be- we’ll be able to hang out more! Isn’t- is- isn’t it exciting!! I’m- I’m gonna make- I’m gonna make sure next- uhh- next week! So it’ll be- it’ll- it’ll be official by then!”

They watched his face for a response, hope in their eyes. They could only expect a positive response. Who wouldn’t be excited to spend more time with their partner? If only.

WhiskeyMarten

 

[gxxberkit]

TENEBROSITY

CS Link

SCENE:

Anime-Con!!

TIME:

Pre-Arc 1— August 22nd, 2021

LOCATION:

Anime Convention, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jesper, Charlie, Kasumi, others

Anime-Con!!

Ten listened as a person’s shadow stepped in front of their booth began pacing back and forth. They’d contemplated asking if they needed help, but a second person, and then a third, walked over to them and began talking. They seemed to all be vaguely.. feminine-shaped, but that could always just be the cosplays they were wearing. If they even were wearing cosplays.

And then the group began walking over to their booth. For a moment, Ten was excited; maybe they were going to ask about the comic, and then they’d be able to direct them to the other side of the booth. Then, the couple who hired them would praise them for helping, and their reputation would grow significantly, and they’d be asked for more and more gigs, and, eventually, they’d become a famous DJ.

That, however, wasn’t the case.

"Excuse me!" a familiar voice called over the music, "could you help us with some directions!?"

As they turned the music down to talk, Tenebrosity gave a short, thoughtful hum. Both to think about helping, and to think about where they'd heard that voice before. If it was close enough, they might be able to tell where whatever they were looking for was from its shadow. If push comes to shove, they could always just direct them to someone that could help. Of course, that wasn’t going to stop them from advertising the booth they were standing behind. But who's voice was that?

“...Oh!! Helva's friend! Charlie! S- sure! I can- I can help- uh, maybe! But- um, you- you know, it’d- yeah! You know, but, but, you-” They paused for a second, gesturing to the other side of the booth for a moment. “Don’t you- don’t- don’t you wanna take a moment and- and look at all the merchandise?”

“...”

“I- I mean, you don’t- you- you don’t have to. But it’d be- it’d be really cool of you~!” They ended with a sing-songy voice. They leaned over the table, holding their head up with their arms. “But- yeah, if you- if you don’t want to.. Um- what- what are you all looking for?”

Roda the Red FabulousTrash AriAriAbabwa

 

[Elenion Aura]

RAPHAEL SHAW

CS Link

SCENE:

Unlikely Encounter

TIME:

Post Arc 1/Pre Arc 2 — Sometime After September 17th, 2021

LOCATION:

Geronimos, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raphael, August ( Doctor Llamabean )

UNLIKELY ENCOUNTER

Raph clocked the way the Tiger's hands shot up, then retreated back down by his sides, though his mind couldn't work out the meaning of it. He half-heartedly stole a peek of the establishment that rolled out behind the white-haired boy's back, but nothing of note caught his eye. It had taken his eyes a while back to this shortened field of view, and so he squinted quite unintentionally up at the Tiger, as though he had done something suspicious. Which, in a way, Raph supposed he had. He didn't know, though. Nor did he particularly care. This was all starting to feel strange, surreal. How many drinks had he had, again?

Raph had already forgotten the fact that he'd just offered to buy this stranger a drink—with his own money, but still—when an unfamiliar voice piped up from behind. He wheeled around—nearly tripping himself in the process—to leer daggers at the man who'd interrupted his... What was this, anyway? A conversation, he supposed... It was all rather hazy. Still, Raph had the wherewithal yet to know when he was being interrupted. It would not stand. He would not stand for it, to be talked down to, or about, as though he weren't even there. And who was this, sir, hm? Oh, the more he thought about it, the more his blood began to boil. How dare—

Raph shut his mouth without letting any nasty words spill out. He was fully expecting, and more than ready, to have to defend himself, to justify himself. To this man. And to the world. And all of the shitty people in it who would love nothing more than to erase him from it. Only it seemed that, at least this time, he wouldn't get the chance. The Tiger was speaking on his behalf? No, it was more than that. He was lying on his behalf... They didn't 'go way back', they'd only met once... And it had hardly been an amicable affair... What... Raph's mind turned over and over, trying to work this out. He thought if he didn't come up with a conclusion soon smoke would start to billow out of his ears.

What the fuck is happening?

Raph stopped looking at the manager. He was irrelevant, anyway. Besides, there was a very strong possibility that this was some kind of code... Or... Hidden message... He had to pay utmost attention or else his mind might wander, and he'd miss what was really going on here. 'Book club?' Was this... All some kind of elaborate inside joke? And if it was, then who the fuck was actually inside of it? Because Raph certainly was not.

Even so, Raph let the Tiger continue on what was becoming a tiresome charade without interruption, mostly because he was half-expecting it to buid toward some sort of explanation. When it didn't, Raph felt like he was well within his rights to demand the White Tiger explain what the Hell he thought he was doing? Did Raph look to him like someone who needed his help? Who needed him to intercede on his behalf?

Suddenly annoyed, but perhaps more confused than anything, Raph was about to speak up, only he, for one, found he had nothing to say, which was a novelty in and of itself... And for another, it turned out the Tiger still wasn't done talking.

In fact, he had just ordered a revolting-sounding concoction. It made Raph wonder if he'd hit his head too hard the other day, or if he'd been brain-damaged long before.

As the manager scurried away to fetch the Tiger his "drink", Raph made a rude gesture in his general direction before scooting up to the bar. The Tiger was speaking again, but Raph was only half-listening as he leaned all the way across the bar to snatch at one of the open bottles lined up behind it. He poured himself another glass on the house and took a dainty sip before leveling his gaze on the other as he absently swirled the contents of his tumbler. What to do, what to do?

“You must love to hear yourself speak, mm? You do it enough,” Raph said, unblinking, as he stared at the white-haired man before taking another gulp of the bitter, burning liquid gold.

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AUGUST

POST ARC 1/PRE ARC 2
SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2021
12:30 AM​

He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep.

The chaos of the night had finally caught up—he fought it for as long as he could—and it demanded that he shut his eyes. When he did, they simply did not open again.

Within the time he’d laid there, his body became cold, a flushed mask falling over his cheeks and nose.

It seemed, also, that the night air had dried his wound, the raw skin appearing somewhat chapped, flecked with flakes of blood and mottled with rough, pink patches. The clothes he wore were wrinkled, a tear in his shirt from where the Serpent had managed to snag him with his makeshift blade of blood, and dirty. Additionally, his mask was off, beanie missing.

As poor of a disguise as it was, he didn’t often take it off in the presence of gang members, only a handful of members being the exception—Isobel for one. Perhaps, more than intended to hide his identity, it made him feel comfortable. In his other form of work, he was a bit more careful to conceal his distinct features, as Black Market dealings can easily turn nasty.

At the very least, his mask, beanie, and goggles reduced the chances of a fellow Tiger calling out to him—”TAZZ”— from across the street while he’s on personal time, or even an enemy doing the same.

He didn’t want the alias to be tightly associated with his unmasked appearance… But going to great lengths to cover his every unique characteristic every day that he knew he’d be in the company of Tigers wasn’t within his stretch of dedication, and so he let a few white hairs hang out.

Big shrug. It’s a big city.

As for his name… He felt that he’d been too generous with it… Isobel, Lucy, Markus, and Camila. Those were the handful that knew it—Camila and Lucy because they recognized him behind his getup by his notorious accent, which was his number one giveaway but, once again: not within his stretch of dedication to go changing the way he talks.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, should all the dots he’s laid out be connected, he figured “so what.” He’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

In response to Isobel’s nudge, August’s brows pinched together, and he stirred slightly, turning his head to the side and causing any of the cracks on his neck that had partly healed to tear back open. The pain from that is what woke him, but his eyes remained closed, figuring to go back to sleep, until he tried rolling to his side and felt something obstructing him.

At first, he thought maybe a roof louver had snuck up on him, then when he felt around with a lazy hand, he recognized the general feel of human anatomy.

August’s eyes shot open wide.

As he sat up with an adrenalized burst of life, his hand recoiled close to his chest, and he shuffled away on his bottom, digging a mound of roof-gravel behind him, before he saw and realized who it was.

”Bel?” he blinked curiously. To see her was relieving but unexpected. Nonetheless, he relaxed and sighed, afterward transitioning to a show of indifference at the fore of lighthearted teasing. ”Always knew you’d be mah knoight in shining armor. Wheh’s ya pony?...” It was clear that, despite his jesting, he was struggling against the pain radiating through his neck, marked by an occasional wince. ”... Knoight in shining…” He scanned her clothes then added, ”Not a fan o’ name brands?”

”No, no. ‘Course not. Think I probly wouldn’t recognize ya withoutcha yellow sneakahs…” He carried on, resituating himself to get more comfortable. Legs apart and bent, he rested his elbows on his knees, then buried his forehead into his interlocked fingers. The burn was overwhelming, but he thought if he kept talking it wouldn’t be so noticeable.

”Tell mah fam’ly I love’em… Let’em know I wanna be cremated, then sprinkle mah ashes ovah mah cahd collection ‘n’ get mah name tattooed on ya bicep.” All the while he spoke, August was shaking his head and grimacing.

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DARIUS KENNEDY

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SCENE:

It's The Thought That Counts

LOCATION:

Darius's Apartment, North District

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September 17 2021, Post-Arc 1

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Darius, Ten gxxberkit

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

It was a relief to see Ten's face, dimly lit by the TV, and Darius wished that they could just sit there. No talking, no news, no threats. He just wanted to sit with them forever. Seeing them almost made all the fear wash away. It almost didn't feel as though the door would be busted down any second. He almost didn't feel more vulnerable than ever. Almost. Darius forced himself to focus on Ten's words, not to let his mind wander to his own plans for just a moment. He'd never want Ten to think that they weren't the most important thing in his life.

He waited patiently as Ten worked through their words. Though he didn't want to rush them, especially as he knew it wasn't their fault, the delay in the news being shared wasn't doing his anxiety any favours.
“We.. we don’t spend as much- as- as much time together as I think would be great, you know!!”

Darius nodded, though he didn't like where this was going. His first thought wasn't that Ten would be joining the Serpents, but a much different conclusion. Ten wants to... move in with me? They already had keys to his house and knew they could happily make themself at home whenever, but it seemed like odd news to share at such a time. It wasn't like Darius was opposed to the idea, but the timing couldn't be worse (if that was Ten's surprise, of course).

"Ten..." He started, though he quickly stopped. He didn't want to interrupt. He kept his eyes on Ten's face as they continued to speak.

"...the queen of Serpents!..."

No. No no no. Darius then knew that any of his prior assumptions were completely false. There was no way this news would be anything but horrible. Not when he's around. His tormentor for the past 2 years.

"...We- we’ve- yeah- we’ve been— t-talking..."

Those words brought on a sudden sinking feeling deep in his gut. His partner, the person he'd protect against the entire world if he had to, was talking to Caio of all people. Darius felt as though he'd failed them. How could he have let this happen? He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He felt sick. Then came the words that would surely haunt him forever.

"I’m- I’m gonna join the Serpents!”

Darius didn't respond to his hand being held. He stopped listening to the rest of what Ten had to say. His mind had decided he had heard enough. He had felt enough. He had had enough for today.

"Ten."

He had expected tears to overpower him before anything else, but for once there were none. He drew his hands away, with the quickest movement he had made since arriving home. His fingers dug into the couch beneath him. Staring blankly, mouth agape but silent, he tried to think his way through the invasion of stress that had just entered his mind.

It's ok, just breathe. All he's said is he's going to join the Serpents. You can tell him not to. He isn't in any danger. Talk to Caio, he'll help. But why does Ten know Caio? Why does Caio know Ten? Why didn't I know about this? Why-

"You're not joining the Serpents. Why the fuck- What were you thinking? You can't join them." Darius had far more questions, but that was all he could muster at the moment, snapping back at Ten with a terrified, furious voice. He didn't know why, he had no reason to, but he rose from the sofa quickly. Too quickly. His stomach churned. An all too familiar feeling rushed his body, not for the first time today. He felt as though his already crumbling world had just been hit by a nuke. Maybe it was all a dream. Surely it was all a dream. There's no way Ten would do this. I'll wake up, and everything will be fine. Darius stared away from Ten, into the light of the tv.

"Don't do this to me..."

 

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AUGUST

Post Arc 1/Pre Arc 2
Sometime after September 17th, 2021​

August's gaze followed the Serpent’s hand, apathetic about his poor manners.

Their eyes met then as Raphael twirled his tumbler, August’s breaking contact only briefly until Raph said, “You must love to hear yourself speak, mm? You do it enough.”

Following a pause of silence, August, still leaning forward on his elbows, bounced his head in nodding and puckered his bottom lip in consideration.

A click of his tongue. ”Ya roight. Y’know, actu’ly, every mornin’ before I head out, I compose an’ rehearse a script t’ make sure ah’ve always got somethin’ t’ say throughout th’ day.”

Another pause.

”It’s true,” he said, giving a quick, contradicting shake of his head.

Just then, the jumbled speech of three men grew louder from behind, and August looked over his shoulder at the same time that his father slapped a hand against his back. “We’re on our way out, son. Got some… business t’ talk about thatchu wouldn’t be interested in.”

August knew that was code for something—probably a visit to the nearest stripclub or a stop by his dad’s bunker to discuss their next con—but he didn’t care which.

”Uh, r- Alroight… Yeh…” First he’s forced out against his will then ditched before the night is over.

Sounds about roight…

Augustus’ eyes landed on Raphael, inspecting him. A mask of passivity belied something vaguely hostile, the air around him giving off a much different impression than the cheerful smile he suddenly struck before returning his focus to August, whose hair he aggressively ruffled, “Stay outta trouble, yeh? Be good. We’ll see ya.” August of whom took the behavior without bother, not even so much as an attempt to fix his hair.

“Later, August,” waved Eldwin—nothing from Josiah—and August hung his head. Not that he could blame the guy; it isn’t like he knew a Sable Serpent to be his company. Giving a pinched-lip look of defeat, August held up a stiff hand in return, but he didn’t say anything. Then, when they disappeared through the establishment’s doors, he reverted his attention to Raphael.

He opened his mouth, but the voice that came was not his own.

“Sorry for the wait, sir!” The manager was back. Sliding August’s strange choice of beverage onto the counter in front of him, he bowed politely and asked, “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

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[AriAriAbabwa]

Jesper Albrecht

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Anime Convention!!

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Pre-Arc 1— August 22nd, 2021

LOCATION:

Anime Convention, Central District

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Jesper, Charlie, Tenebrosity, Kasumi, others

Anime Convention!!

Where did Kasumi come from?! Didn't she have to call off joining to deal with some other situation? He turned back to Ms. Blue Hair as she began, and Jesper's face twitched a brighter red—part angry, mostly humiliated. Wh-Wh-Wh-What did she just say?! His eyes instinctively went up and down the maid outfit; I look good in this?

First that time he wore his dad's signature outfit and the maids thought he looked "cute," and now being complimented for this clothing?! Jesper slightly drooped his head, sighing. He nodded at Charlie's introduction. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm Jesper..." He could at least muster a proper response—wait. "Aldus?" Jesper perked up, softening his stance. "From Tears of Lunaria?" But after he spoke up, the blue-haired girl dashed over to the stand with the intent of asking for help, there! "W-Wait! You really don't need to!"

Jesper stepped towards Charlie, but paused. He looked back at Kasumi, nervously laughing as he put a hand behind his head. "Tina made me wear this..." He still flustered at the mere glance of his attire, but most of the embarrassment died down by now. He just had to steel through the rest of the trip. "Um, Kasumi, I thought something came up on your end...?" Jesper followed after Charlie, keeping a pace as to walk with Kasumi. "I... really didn't expect to see you here as, well, yourself."

He flicked his gaze away, having noticed he was staring at her cosplay for who knows how long. Come on Jespy, you gotta say something... say something... "It... looks good..."

Then Charlie's loud voice cut through the music, asking the girl (?) at the booth for directions. A nervous Jesper hurried over at Charlie's side. "I-It's nothing much! We were just looking for the Juniper's Tale booth that has the exclusive Shinko Noroi figurine and we'll be out of your hair..."

He also not-so discretely placed a bracelet with a chibi version of one of the booth's characters at the counter. "I'll have this, too, please."

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