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

[joshuadim]

HITOSHI YAMAKAWA

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SCENE:

Back in the Game

TIME:

Post Arc-3; July 5

LOCATION:

Boustan [A metropolis about a four hour drive from New Oasis]

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Charlie, Milo

BACK IN THE GAME

Hitoshi shrugged towards both Charlie's and Milo's questions, indicating that he was in the dark on some details. "Only thing I really know is that it's some corpo bigwig's kid. Wanted to keep it on the down-low, hence why they hired us instead of some mercenary group." Hitoshi replied, "Discretion and all... guess we're on a need-to-know basis with folks like these." He turned again towards the building to continue waiting for their mark to arrive, and it seemed so as a girl was briskly walking towards the three of them. She was obviously very fashionable, given the expensive taste in clothing she wore but what struck out to Hitoshi as odd was that she was also carrying a *very* ugly wooden doll with her.

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She stopped short several feet in front of them, taking a moment to observe them from under her expensive glasses before sighing. "I guess dad hired the three of you schmucks?" she asked rhetorically. She then turned her attention to the old rental that Hitoshi had brought and frowned as it was far below the luxury she had been used to. Hitoshi however spoke up to try to clear the air: "Ahem, yeah, that's us!" he said with a half-hearted grin, trying to bring the mood up. "Your dad, uh, asked for us."

She sized up the currently sober man with a gaze that mixed uncertainty and disdain, as Hitoshi still looked not as great as he could be. She wasn't convinced. But still, she let out another sigh as she walked past him wordlessly with her doll and entered the back of the car on the right side seating. "Take me to the zoo."

Hitoshi stood awkwardly still for a moment before turning around and chuckling, "Well uh, better do what the missy says right?" he said before heading towards the driver's seat and started the car again. Charlie and Milo also sat where they pleased in the car, either in the back or shotgun, as Hitoshi put on GPS directions to the Boustan Zoo and began the drive. Hitoshi remained quiet, occasionally glancing in the rear-view mirror towards the girl out of a lingering bit of annoyance to her attitude - but ultimately didn't dwell on it too long. Milo and Charlie in the meantime were in the car with her as she typed on her phone some messages.

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[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

Back in the Game

TIME:

Post-Arc 3, July 5 2022

LOCATION:

Boustan [A metropolis about a four hour drive from New Oasis]

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hitoshi, Milo

Back in the Game

Charlie noticed the approaching girl, admitedly somewhat puzzled by the doll she carried with her, he liked her sense of fashion though, subtle yet sleek. Considering her words directed at them, it was easy to guess that she was their client, though admitedly, the fact she referred to them as 'Schmucks' didn't give off the best of impressions. "The Zoo? Oh yeah, let's go!" Excitement was now written all over Charlie's face, he hadn't been to the zoo in such a long time! Originally he planned to go to the New Oasis Zoo some time ago, but his plans were cancelled due to an incident that took place there, something about the animals going feral and escaping their enviroments.

Charlie took a seat once again on the backseat, next to the girl they were targeted to protect, she seemed distracted with her phone, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but why keep things so distant when there was a potential friend to be made? No need to make this job so drab. "Hello there! I'm Charlie, nice to meet you! We'll make sure your day is as best as it can be, so if you need anything, please feel free to ask, okay?" He extended his hand towards her, offering a handshake.

It didn't seem like the girl was of the friendliest kind, far from it, really, but Charlie trusted his current allies, Milo and Hitoshi were among the friendliest and most tolerant people he knew in the Phoenixes, surely a sharp tongue or a cold attitude wouldn't be much to deter them from their objective, right?

"Say, thanks for suggesting the Zoo, been wanting to go to one for a while myself!"

Spoiler: Notifications

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[joshuadim]

ELIZABETH KAARSTADT

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SCENE:

Back in the Game

TIME:

Post Arc-3; July 5

LOCATION:

Boustan [A metropolis about a four hour drive from New Oasis]

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Charlie, Milo

BACK IN THE GAME

The girl was a bit taken aback by Charlie's openness and overt friendliness as he introduced himself and thank her for leading them to the zoo. She eyed Charlie a bit apprehensively for a moment before extending her hand out to the young make to return a brief handshake. "Elizabeth." she stated rather directly from under her glasses. "I'm not used to bodyguards being chatty. Though I guess that's what the memo is outside of private military goons."

"Private military?" Hitoshi chimed in, looking to the back through the rearview mirror with a cocked eyebrow.

"Mhm. Rich people have them all the time. My dad too."

As they stopped at a red light at an intersection, Hitoshi felt a feeling of apprehension arise through his stomach. These people dealt with private military contractors? Those people dealt in a lot of shit, and had serious hardware. And so the Phoenixes were here to be under the radar without hiring from those channels. That meant not attracting attention - at all - as to not invite trouble. Well, it was *just* a one day thing for them. They didn't have to worry unless they went out of their way to worry. Hitoshi shifted in his seat and continued to focus on the road, waiting for the light to turn green.

Elizabeth then turned her attention to Charlie: "The zoo is for me. I trust you won't be too distracted by the animals?"

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[Coyote Hart]

SEBASTIAN SE

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SCENE:

Ice Breakers

LOCATION:

New Oasis Police Department Floor 2 Break Room, Central District

TIME:

Post Arc 3 || June 25th, 2022

PARTICIPANTS:

Sebastian, Chikage, Kyoden, Jean, Tatsuo, Yelena, Inigo, Eric

ICE BREAKERS

It felt good seeing at least a few people coming and joining Sebastian's little escapade from work. Knowing that his event wasn't going to be a flop made the little devil within Sebastian that hungered for societal approval settle a slight bit.

"We are united," Sebastian nodded eagerly to Tatsuo and Jean in agreement, "The tragedy went to show how much we need to have a common sense of comradery in order to overcome these odds we've been dealt."

And what better way to build up their unity than team-building events?

Despite the event being made to push the police through the next stages of grief, Sebastian acknowledged that they still needed to take things one step at a time, just like Eric said. This event was simply them dipping their feet into the possibility of moving on.

"If you want some quality one-on-one time, we could go out and get drinks when we're done with today?" Sebastian offered Eric, a smile on his face as he rested it on the palm of his hand. Despite his dislike of Eric's way of going through work, dispassionate and just simply trudging through, Sebastian grew a newfound respect for the blond haired officer after the tragedy. Eric was more hardworking than he gave himself credit for.

Sebastian turned his attention to Tatsuo. The woman was vital to the officers with her psychological services. Honestly, Sebastian was relieved that Tatsuo hadn't gotten herself involved with the raid defense. It would be doubly difficult for the Chimeras to recover from their mental wounds without Tatsuo. "I'm hoping you'll also be able to take a break here. Your appointment schedule must've been chock full to the max."

The prosecutor also took a moment to acknowledge Jean, although with a touch of feigned begrudgance. The most junior member of the police team was a fervent defender of justice, but so was Sebastian. Unfortunately, there was only room for one. That was how it was, even during their academy years.

Just kidding! Their rivalry was nothing that serious, but Sebastian still liked it regardless, as it encouraged the two of them to serve their community better. It was fun to stop by Jean's desk when Sebastian had a break from work in order to talk to her a little. "So, Jean, the squad treating you alright? How's your time been so far?"

All of a sudden, Sebastian realized that he forgot to mention one subtly important detail.

"Oh, you all are okay if these super embarrassing secrets are read aloud, right?" Sebastian asked, a mischievous smirk on his face, "Cause if not... whoops!"

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[thebigfella]

Shishido Takakazu

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SCENE:

The Idol Fanclub Trials (Pre-Arc 2)

LOCATION:

Highreach, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Shishido Takakazu, Passeri Park ( The One Eyed Bandit )

The Idol Fanclub Trials

Passeri’s reminder of the debt he had put himself in got a huff from the scraggly-looking thug, looking away from her as he grits his teeth. “Yeah, I remember! I remember! That’s 15 dollars and 95 cents down the drain!” He vocally counted down his money, his grimace accompanied by a shadow over his forehead, expressing his seething through an outburst at the idol. “I’m already down and out, y’know! Just know you’re taking out the mouth of a financially disabled man! Be happy I’m not going to press about this, damnit!”

Despite the situation, he was still spitting his usual empty claims and threats. Despite being surrounded by the signs of Passeri’s fame and unmistakable evidence that they were on entirely different social levels, it didn’t still his tongue in the slightest.

Did he speak to her in such a way because he spat her for her success, surface-level envy?
Or did it come from the confidence of someone who thought he was above such concepts as authority and influence?

As Tak’s body language evidently relaxed, coming to acceptance of the loss of money as he looked back at Passeri with his blank pupils, the answer was clear.

He wasn’t thinking of either; in fact, it seemed he wasn’t thinking of anything; Tak just looked at her with a neutral expression, a lack of any real distinction in his focus, entirely oblivious that he should be a bit more cautious talking to someone of Passeri’s importance.

Passeri’s investigation of his motives initially got the picking of his nose in response, digging his finger into his nostril as she questioned and pondered his intentions. He continued digging for gold as he responded, “Are you an idiot? Why would I hang around with a bunch of geeks like that to get close to someone? Do you think this is high school? I’m just joining the photography club to get close to the cute manager? Lay off the corny teen romance novels, lady,” he pulled his finger out of his nose as he finished, flicking the booger off into the distance and continuing, “Even if I was, I wouldn’t need you to set the mood. A single song of yours would probably drain all the libido out of me! I’m too young to be taking Viagra!”

Finishing his crude responses to Passeri’s kind offers and innocent prodding, he shoved his hands into the waist of his pants, compensating for the lack of pockets. His expression abruptly swapped from loose to dire, defined shading stretching across one half of his face as his surroundings darkened, the words that left his mouth holding more weight and a gruff tone he didn’t display before.

“I’m in this group for something much more important. Stuff that even someone like you wouldn’t able to comprehend.”

A pause of silence punctuated his statement as the perspective swirled around the pair. Then, finally, he sluggishly slid one hand free out of his pants, raising it up to hold it in front of him, closed into a fist.

“Lobster, wagyu steak, handmade pasta, urchin roe, white truffles,” a finger raised each time he listed off a different expensive ingredient until his whole hand was splayed wide open, “just to name a few.”

“I have never eaten such good food twice a week, and I don’t have to spend anything….” His eyes closed as he told his true motivation, only to burst back open to reveal they had gone bloodshot, his pupils shrunken as the veins around his face pushed out through his skin, looking positively crazed.

“If I lose this, I don’t know what I’ll do! There are a couple newscasters I’ve been looking at, REALLY thinking it’d be nice to strangle them on live TV! Or maybe the lady who looks weird at me at the concession stand when I go to watch those chick flicks and order two large popcorn without butter!”

Finishing his absurd threats on innocent people over petty grievances, he leaned forward towards Passeri, at the very least this time forgoing placing his hands on the table. “It’s all good, though; you’ll be helping me out! You can use your charm to keep those morons wrapped around your finger, right!? Then these trials will be easy!” Tak boasted with confidence, Passeri’s assistance starting to sound better and better as he continued to think what steak was at stake.

At the current time, it only seemed adequate to seal their partnership, so with much more enthusiasm than before, he extended his hand to Passeri, and for once, he seemed to speak from a genuine place.

“I’m putting my faith in you.”

He held his hand out, waiting for Passeri to return his handshake for a moment until he realized something, shock marks blipping beside his head as he perked up slightly before quickly swapping hands.

“Uh, shake this one.”

 

[Elenion Aura]

RAPHAEL SHAW

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SCENE:

Why Not?

TIME:

Post Arc-1 | September 25th 2021

LOCATION:

North District, Lab Icarus

PARTICIPANTS:

Raphael, Sang-Cheol

WHY NOT

As soon as Sang-Cheol declared that they were finished, Raph hopped off the examination table with a flourish, his dark mood lifting somewhat now that he was free to go. He stretched languidly, feeling his muscles protest after being tense for so long. Raph wondered how he might go about relieving them. After all, he had quite a day planned tomorrow.

"Thank you for your services, darling," Raph said, his smooth voice dripping with sarcasm. He knew his words probably stung Sang-Cheol, but that was the point. He relished the discomfort and anxiety he caused the other man. "I do so appreciate it when a doctor is thorough," he added, his voice husky and laden with inappropriate innuendo, performing a mock bow before giving the man a long look up and down his backside.

As Sang-Cheol hurried to store the blood bag, Raph watched him with a smirk, fully aware of the effect he had on the poor man. And as Raph watched, a delicious thought slithered its way into his mind. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to further rattle the already-anxious scientist. A sinister smile tugged at the corners of Raph's lips as he focused his Potential on the bag of his own blood in Sang-Cheol's hands. Almost imperceptibly at first, it started to wobble. Quickly, the movements grew more erratic, the thrashing more violent, as if the blood inside was a wild beast trying to break free. Raph's eyes gleamed with malicious amusement as he watched his fellow Serpent's reaction as the blood bag threatened to burst of its own accord.

"Careful! Don't drop my blood, darling. It'd get all over you. ~" he said with a wicked grin to his hemophobic acquaintance. It was a parting shot, just one more way to rile Sang-Cheol up before he left.

With that, Raph turned on his heel and strode towards the exit, the door swinging shut behind him. He left Lab Icarus with a sense of satisfaction, his spirits lifted by the discomfort he'd caused. As he made his way down the hallway, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Tormenting Sang-Cheol had been the perfect diversion from his boredom, at least for a little while.

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

HECTOR MOSES

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SCENE:

DOUBLE TAKE

LOCATION:

Shady's Motel - Phoenix Medical Facility, Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hector, Zane

DOUBLE TAKE

He resented not understanding the whole problem. He’d shown up at the Phoenixes’ hospital plenty of times before and always knew what he was facing. Broken bones, concussions, many, many stab wounds. There wasn’t much to them, he’d be up and back in the fray as soon as he physically could, but it wasn’t so simple this time. He had a heart attack, he knew that part, but nobody had ever shown him the inner workings of his own body. Arteries have blood, that’s all he needed to know in the past. His head had been filled with talk about procedures and medications, but despite him willing himself to take things seriously, a lot of it had already drifted straight through his head, like something was blocking it on purpose.

Hector wondered how many Phoenixes were waiting for him outside his room. Those who knew had flocked immediately, only to be relayed instructions from the Queen. They all had duties to fulfil far from HQ and were to tell nobody, not even their fellow gang members what had happened. He hoped they would all obey, but knew that many would see it as distractions from a more serious issue. That was true, but now that he had come to a stop, he’d need all hands on deck to ease the workload that was already overburdening in the absence of the King. There was no time for dawdling…

“...So that’s why I gotta get back to work. I can’t stay here all day.”

His argument fell on deaf ears. Doctor Slim, who had been attending to him as top priority, knew him well. He knew her well too, and so it wasn’t long before he gave up. She was as headstrong as him, if not more. She wasn’t letting him go anywhere. Hector did have one more thing to say, looking up at her with an expression that could only be described as pure dread.

“What are they going to think with me stuck here, things are bad as it is…”

The Doctor’s look was sympathetic but did little to quell his fears. He had been holding onto hope this whole time that Lyric would be found, but he had come to accept over the past month that he couldn’t wait forever for a miracle. Just like he had done with Reika, he had to step up. But then, he knew he wasn’t the only one with that idea, which made the thought of sitting on the sidelines during this tumultuous period unthinkable. Unforgivable, even.

While he was stuck spiralling down his own thoughts, he didn’t even realise that a figure was approaching his room, not until they entered and he could see them. His eye widened, and his mouth hung open slightly before he collected himself. He straightened up in his bed and pushed any anxious feeling out of their view.

“Get out.”

He went from looking at the visitor to Doctor Slim. His eyes conveyed the urgency of a situation he wasn’t even sure of. Slim got the message, and slinked out of the room, with a suspicious glance at the visitor on the way out.

“Well? What do you think you’re doing here?”

Even after all these years, Hector wouldn’t forget a face like Zane’s.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Passeri Park

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SCENE:

North Says No!

TIME:

February 5th, 2022

LOCATION:

Redwater High, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri Park, Eric Evensen

North Says No!

A ribbon of thin, fresh vermillion dribbled down Passeri's cheek. She'd been right. It was almost funny. In the drunkard's violent trashing, she didn't only see the desperate cries of a man driven into a corner. He was just the tip of an iceberg, one that ran deeper into this district than anyone could ever fathom. A white blood cell, perverted from his proper purpose, working to preserve the very cancer that was ripping the North apart from the inside out.

It made her sick.

"Don't worry about it!" But it took more than a drop of blood to stain the sky. Her composure returned to her, whatever tumult had possessed Passeri was banished. The drunkard had been subdued. She'd air things out with a bit of levity. "Believe it or not, this isn't my first time getting a little roughed up. You've got no idea how bad people get at celebrity parties."

"That was good work, though. I guess you're not an officer of the law for nothing! How are you, though? I'm sure this is nothing special for a man of your profession, but you were just in a fistfight, you know? You should really get yourself checked out once your friends get here." He'd be fine, she was sure enough of that. For better or worse, she'd seen far lesser HPs recover from much worse than a drunken scuffle without a hitch. Yet still, she dressed her words in saccharin-sweet concern. Behind the luminous veil of her barrier, a scant audience of children still danced at the periphery, each of their eyes a spotlight. The stage was still set. The show went on. She, still, was Iroi. For them, at least, she had a role to play.

"I suppose this means this whole thing was a bust, though..." The idol deflated. It had been a meagre arrangement in the first place, but now she and Officer Evensen's little booth lay in disarray. She doubted the kids would be in any state to sit and listen after all of that, too. "I'm glad nobody was hurt, at least! I'll probably see about having some donations made to the kids and staff as an apology." Ultimately, this had all been her fault, after all. If she hadn't stuck her nose into this part of the woods in the first place. This would have never happened.

"Good thing about that coffee, huh? I think today's going to be a long one."

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[Peckinou]

Helva Linxal

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SCENE:

To live in the shadows

LOCATION:

Falcons Perch, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Helva, Charlie Roda the Red

To live in the shadows

Helvas eyes adjusted to the waiter who had come to take their order, he had surprisingly long and blue hair, she suppose some people might even have mistaken them for a girl if they didn't know better. But Helva was able to recognize him as a boy pretty quickly, though she had to admit that he was a cute one, though analyzing her waiter wasn't exactly her main object, she figured it would be best to stay on course and just give them their order. So she flashed the boy a smile and asked "If you can give me a sweet tea, that would be very nice, though if you're willing to take my order at the moment, I suppose I could go for the Chicken and dumplings as my main course, with steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes as my choice of sides." .

With her order given, Helvas eyes quickly shifted as the door to the restaurant opened, though the people entering were just a couple, who she doubted was their target, as they locked hands and began asking the front desk for a table. Helvas attention soon returned back to their waiter as she scanned him again, his enthusiasm seemed genuine which suggested he probably wasn't exactly the most senior person here, and out of curiosity she couldn't help but ask "Hmm, so I'm assuming your pretty new to this job , hmm?"

She had given the boy a knowing smirk as she said that, placing the menu down on the table in order to allow him to take it from her now that she had her order set. Her eyes only shifted to the front door whenever someone new enters into the restaurant, and so far none of the people that had entered were her targets, still, she maintained her amused and cordial smile in order to keep their waiter at ease.

 

[Elenion Aura]

MILO NAGISA

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SCENE:

A Pleasure To (Not) Meet You

LOCATION:

Pre-Arc 3 |

LOCATION:

Raquel's Warehouse, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raquel, Milo

A PLEASURE TO (NOT) MEET YOU

Milo's eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he processed Raquel's "Starry Night" comment, recognizing it for what it was. A thinly veiled jab, insinuating that, like the artist, he would die in obscurity. But Milo wasn't about to let her get the better of him.

With a chuckle, Milo replied, "Well, I appreciate the comparison. He was an artist ahead of his time, misunderstood and underappreciated during his life. But look at his legacy now. His work is considered some of the most iconic and valuable in the world. So, if that's the path I'm on, I'm not too worried."

Milo felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees as Raquel's gaze turned icy. He didn't like the way she was looking at him, like a fat tabby cat, sizing up its next meal. For a brief moment, he wondered if he'd pushed her too far, but he wasn't about to let her intimidate him. He had his own demons to deal with, and she was just another one of them... He mentally reviewed the sketches in his pad that he'd prepared, just in case. They were tucked away in the waistband of his trousers. It should be enough, should worse come to worst...

He took another sip of the tea, finding some small comfort in the warmth it provided as he stared unblinking at her over the lip of the teacup, and then answered.

"No." Milo said, and leveled his gaze with hers. It was true. He wasn't the one who took Hector's eye. No more than that need be said. He didn't need to add, If I could've, I would've taken more than just his eye. That didn't seem like it'd help the situation any, and despite his preparedness, Milo would prefer not to come to blows here. "Is that the only reason you invited me here today? To ask if I took Hector's eye?"

His eyes met Raquel's, and Milo could feel the tension between them like a tightly wound coil. He knew she was trying to provoke him, to get him to reveal his secrets, but he'd learned long ago how to play his cards close to his chest. He wasn't about to let her, or anyone else, discover the truth behind his carefully constructed mask. "Because if it is, then I guess we're done here."

So make your next move, 'sis'. He might have been walking a tightrope, but he was determined not to let her knock him off balance.

 

[Saturn_moon]

Ottilie James

SCENE:

Post-Arc 3 | 21 June 2022 [The Longest Days of Our Lives]

LOCATION:

Heiwana Sasayaki, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hifumi, Jessamine, Dyne, Yushui, Ottilie

The Longest Days of Our Lives

The longest day of the year went by many names. Midsummer in some countries, Litha in others, and xià zhì by some in the East. But most often it was simply known as the summer solstice.

Brightly colored canvas-covered stalls lined the busy street selling an assortment of colorful and artisanal handicrafts. There were also various carnival games offering patrons a chance to walk away with prizes ranging from light-up keychains to oversized stuffed animals. At the moment, a small crowd had gathered around one of these stalls to watch a certain pink-haired girl face off a very elaborately dressed, mustachioed, and slightly frazzled middle-aged man. Hanging across the front of the stall was a large banner that read 'Are you smart enough to defeat the Quiz Master? Take a chance to win a prize!'

The young assistant who had been put in charge of reading out questions pulled from a glass fish bowl stood between the two with an expression that sat somewhere between excitement and trepidation. "In which part of your body would you find the cruciate ligament?"

"Ligaments." Ottilie said.

"What?"

"Ligaments with an 'S'. The cruciate ligaments are a pair of ligaments that form an X. In bipedal mammals, they occur in the knee joint."

"So your answer is the knee?"

"Yes."

"Correct!" The crowd clapped. "And for our very last question, who was the first person to discover that the Earth revolves around the Sun?"

"Aristarchus of Samos."

A wild look of glee suddenly crossed the Quiz Master's face as he jumped forth waving his arms. "HAH! YOU'RE WRONG! THE CORRECT ANSWER IS NICOLAUS COPERNICUS!"

Ottilie cocked her head curiously as she considered the Quiz Master. "Actually, Aristarchus presented the first heliocentric model almost eighteen centuries before Copernicus so that would technically make him the first person to discover that the Earth revolves around the sun."

A child's voice piped up from the audience. "She's right! I just googled it." A few 'oohs', 'ahhs', and stiffled laughters bubbled up as they watched the Quiz Master sink to his knees.

"Well then, I guess with a perfect score of twenty-five, that makes Ottilie the winner. Congratulations!" The assistant walked over and plucked the golden plastic crown off the now despaired Quiz Master's head and placed it on Ottilie's before handing her a stuffed elephant that was almost two-thirds her size. Ottilie gave a polite nod to the cheering crowd as she pushed her way through and took her leave.

On the horizon, the sun was just beginning to set despite the late hour painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and red. Although Ottilie initially found it odd that the city would go ahead with the celebrations less than a month after tragedy had struck Central, her mother had explained that it was in times like this that small, arbitrary holidays like these mattered the most. And to be fair, of all the arbitrary holidays society celebrated, the summer solstice was perhaps one of the best out of the lot if not for the practical reason that it meant she had more daylight to complete all the things that she needed to get done, then for the beauty brought with it.

Clinging to her prize by its neck, Ottilie began to make her way to the theatre where she had agreed to meet back up with her parents.

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[Misuteeku]

Sang-Cheol Man

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SCENE:

Why?

LOCATION:

North District, Lab Icarus

TIME:

Post Arc-1 | September 25th 2021

PARTICIPANTS:

Sang-Cheol, Raphael

WHY

Thanks, my ass. Sang-Cheol grumbled to himself. With Raphael off of his hands, Sang-Cheol could finally return to his usual duties. The blood fiend always caused him grief to no end. Sang-Cheol didn't even know what he did to incite Raphael's sadistic side. Other than his fear of blood, Raphael had been tormented from their first meeting. He had heard from Snake about Raphael's circumstances, but that didn't mean he was willing to deal with a walking menace.

"Oh?" Looking down, Sang-Cheol immediately paled at the blood bag, suddenly convulsing from within the bag. It spasmed out as if it were alive and tried to break out of his grasp. Sang-Cheol was half-tempted to drop the bag here and there, but it would have not only have to cause a mess, but it'd mean he would have to redo the blood withdrawal again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Screaming from the top of his lungs, Sang-Cheol failed to take notice of Raphael leaving the room and proceeded to chuck the blood bag into the sink before taking a few steps back. Unfortunately for Sang-Cheol, he failed to notice Hubert's bottle that was on the ground. One misstep, and suddenly, the world spun. "GAH!" His head roughly hit the wall. As he went down, his hand caught something and pulled it down.

That something was the fire alarm button.

Immediately the next sequence of events was what followed:

Rebecca came in, "Boss-nim, are you all right?!" She was, for whatever reason, holding a lit match. Though as long as she didn't enter the room, the fire wouldn't be lit on fire, and the lab would be safe-

Timothy then suddenly came bursting in and pushing Rebecca into the room. "Boss! I forgot to tell you something! We added gasoline into the sprinklers, just like you asked-"

The following day, the lab had to be rebuilt.

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[Doctor Llamabean]

Boltius "BLITZ" Beckman

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SCENE:

Rain on the Mountaintop

TIME:

Post-Arc 3 — 2022, June 28th

LOCATION:

Borgo Orecchiette, Fusilli

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Jackson, Jesper, Pascal, Milo, Gav, Boltius

RAIN ON THE MOUNTAINTOP

The reddening of Milo’s face brought about the wide revealing of shiny whites upon Bolt’s.

“Mh.” He let out a long, quiet drawl of a laugh—“Haaaaaaah~ Ahaaaaah~ Right.”—all while giving Milo an amused look of doubt. However, when Milo’s game-face was on, he dropped the giggly antics and focused, nodding at the emphasis on ‘no fighting’.

“Damn… Alright, yeah, man. For sure.” Using his good arm, making a fist, Boltius beat his own chest. Two good raps. “I gotchu, bro.”

“We can talk about it more once we get settled in. For now, just follow my lead.” Together, they proceeded down the lavish hall with Passeri Park in the lead.

Taking it all in, never minding the others surrounding, Bolt scoffed, “Do we even gotta dress ourselves in this place, or do the staff do that, too?” Under his breath, “Fuckin’ rich people, man.” And yet it’s possible he would kill for the amount that the curtains were worth.

He said it again when they arrived in the dining hall, louder this time. With eyes wide alongside Milo’s own wonderment, he pressed a knuckle to his bottom lip, slack jawed.

“Fuckin’ rich people, maaaan!” A grin split his face ear-to-ear.

It was a wide combination of mouth-watering flavors mixed in the air to create the most enticing of aromas, and it reached with all the temptation of a bewitching seductress to draw him in. Immediately, Bolt’s fiery hues fixed themselves onto a heap of buttery, golden rolls.

Wheezing on a dramatic inhale, he bit the knuckle grazing his lip. “I think I’m gonna cry.” He wouldn’t. “Milooooo!” he whined dramatically, but Milo was already off, finding himself a plate and handling a ham skewer by the time he remembered Boltius was his plus-one and present.

When they were once again side-by-side, Boltius laughed at Milo’s offer. “Nah, dude, I’mma bite down on one a’ these ten-thousand-dollar plates and load it up and hope I don’t drop it. You think they charge for damages here?” Reaching the table, he plucked from it a plate like Milo’s and made a gesture with his eyes, a signal for him to start filling it up. “Throw it all on there, dude. I’m not trackin’ today.”

His eyes found Passeri on their own at that moment.

“Then, what d’ya say we chat up the belle of the ball. That’s what you want, right?” He had already forgotten the part about following Milo’s lead. “Or… Wait, are we just-” He cut himself off. “Nevermind, nevermind. We’ll talk about it later.”

BOLTIUS NOTES​

— —POST RECAP: Boltius and Milo arrive at the dining hall where Milo starts making a plate, then asks Boltius if he wants help making his own plate. Boltius tries to talk more business but decides now isn't the time.

— —WEARING: Some shit like this: (Click Here) His left arm from wrist to shoulder is in a cast and sling. He's wearing his usual bling: rings, chains, bracelets. You know how it goes.

— —TATTOO: (Click Here)

(Interacting w/ Milo)
(Mentioned Passeri)
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[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

Hot and Bothered

TIME:

Daytime, Post-Arc 2, January 11th, 2022

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, training grounds, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Boltius

Hot and Bothered

Sweat dripped down his forehead as Charlie laid atop the bench, the muscles in his arms tensed up and contracted as he continued to raise the large lifting bar, each of its ends adorned with an absurd amount of weights, coming up to a total of 1000 pounds. His mind was deep in thought, partially as a method to distract himself from the discomfort of the weight, but also because he simply had a lot to think about at the moment. Whenever he trained, he couldn't help but think of his prior battles, both his victories and his losses, and how if he was just a bit stronger in each of those situations, things could've perhaps gone smoother. Once he was done with his final set, he let the bar rest on its stand, satisfied with the tingling ache of his untempered arms. Given that his ability allowed him to even swing cars around with ease, he needed to deactivate it completely if he wanted to get a proper workout out of the equipment residing in Phoenix HQ. Staying in an untempered state for a prolonged period of time was fairly uncomfortoable for Charlie, but if that was the key to becoming stronger, and to better protect his family, then it was a minuscule price to pay.

After taking a quick post-workout selfie (where's the harm in a little bit of vanity every now and then?) and sending it to a handful of his friends, he proceeded to head towards the showers...However, something, or rather someone, caught his attention, a familiar figure, a silhoutte topped with a cinnabar mane, the veteran Boltius.

"Oh, Bolt! Hey there, it's been a while! You here to pump some iron too?" Said Charlie as he wiped some of the sweat on his forehead with the towel that draped over his shoulders.

Spoiler: His outfit

His Gym attire (minus the jacket)

Doctor Llamabean

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

TAR

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SCENE:

Drunk Walk Home

LOCATION:

Alleyway, Central District

TIME:

I forgor

PARTICIPANTS:

Hiachi, Tar

DRUNK WALK HOME

“No~ No no no~” Their grip tightened as the girl pleaded. They could feel feeble kicks against them, but they barely did anything but push into their tarry body, which sprung back into form quickly. Only when the girl revealed her name — Hiachi — did Tar let go, shoving her away. Residue stretched from their touch, like cheese between pizza slices, before the connection broke, leaving tar over her arms.

“Hiachi?”

Their eyes widened as they looked down at her, yet they seemed underwhelmed by the revelation. “Just Hiachi? That’s alright. It’s alright, Hiachi.” Every mention of her name was laced with mockery. They laughed again, and looked down at their gloves, kicking one at her.

“Pick up my gloves, Hiachi. I want to play a little game with you, it’ll be fun. It’ll be fun.” They held their hands out, waiting for the gloves.

 

[Roda the Red]

ERIC EVENSEN

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SCENE:

North Says No!

LOCATION:

Redwater High, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Eric, Passeri

NORTH SAYS NO!

Eric listened to Passeri's words, he was able to tell by the tone of her voice, that this whole even took a toll in her mood and optimism...He disliked this feeling, he knew that she meant well, and her heart was in the right place when she simply attempted to teach kids who were always on the edge of falling for horrible influences. At the mention of his own condition, Eric looked at the gash in his left arm, now that he was conscious of it, the painful sting from the wound was impossible to ignore, just a few moments prior, the detective's adrenaline had decreased all of his other senses to a minimum. It wasn't too bad though, he probably only needed to disinfect it and bandage, he's had it worse for sure. Deep in thought, he considered his next course of action, before wordlessly leaving for a moment. Around a minute later, he arrived from the school gym's storage, holding a somewhat thick chain and a lock. He proceeded to wrap it around the criminal's body, as loss of consciousness doesn't last nearly as long as fiction usually depicts it, and he might recover at any moment. He moved him towards one of the building's pillars at the courtyard, making sure that enough metal surrounded the man as to make an escape impossible this time.

"Alright kids, sorry but show is over, all of you back to your classrooms now"

He said with a relaxed yet strict voice. No matter how much they secured the threat, it wasn't worth it to risk having children running around nearby. He approached Passeri once more, he looked at the wound on his arm once again. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and moved it towards his arm, yet, he stop midway, staring at Passeri once again. "Please come with me, Miss Park" Suddenly, he grabbed the Idol by the wrist, dragging her with him towards a more secluded part of the school, where no one was around. Once they were at a place he found safe enough, he grabbed her shoulder and gently pushed her against the wall. "Please don't move" He raised his handkerchief, pressing it against her cheek, he rubbed with soft motions against her superficial wound, as to not make it any painful for her. Once he was done, he stepped back. Laying his back against the same wall beside Passeri. "Sorry, don't think we'd want random pictures taken by the students of you bleeding, I know you already struggle with stuff like that on the daily" He gave a long, frustrated sigh as he returned the hankerchief into his pocket after folding it neatly "I know how you feel, it's written all over your face...It's frustrating, pain full even, when you hold out a helping hand, and all you get in return is hostility, I've been there too, more times than I'd like to admit. He stared at her, giving her a soft, yet genuine smile "But you know...The more we hang out, the more I start to believe in you, in what you strive for. You did good today, please don't forget that and don't give up, Passeri"

Such infectious drive was even starting to reach the detective's petrified heart.

The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

CS Link

SCENE:

Living in the Shadows

TIME:

Nighttime, Pre-Arc 1, June 10th 2020

LOCATION:

Falcon's Perch, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Helva

Living in the Shadows

Charlie noted down the order from the girl enthusiastically. "Excellent choice, Miss! The dumplings are one of my favorite options in the menu, you won't regret it" With his off hand, he reached for the menu, gently taking it off her grasp. "Huh? Oh yeah, I've just been here for a few weeks now, the food is great and the people are just as good so I'm getting used to it pretty quickly. Okay, I'll be right back with your tea"

He left the table for a moment, heading over to the kitchen's window and asking for the beverage, as well as letting the cooks know about the ordered meal. As he waited for the first part to be ready, he took a few more orders from the new customers, such as the couple that recently arrived. A few minutes later, from the window he was give a small tray with a few drinks, the tea being among them. After making almost a full lap around the restaurant, he reached the girl's table again, the last drink in his tray belonging to her.

"Here you go Miss, I'll bring you the food as soon as it's ready." Charlie took a good look at the woman in front of him, she seemed to be very well-dressed, and her refined look and behavior gave off the feel of her being a very well-off person, Be nice, Charlie, she may give you a nice tip! Thought the boy to himself, still keeping a well-mannered smile while facing her. He also couldn't help but notice the constant shifting of her eyes, constantly giving what he assumed to be the main entrance a quick glance. "Are you perhaps waiting for someone? I can get you a second drink right away if that's the case"

Peckinou

 

[Roda the Red]

Keith Sullivan

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SCENE:

Meet and Grit

LOCATION:

The Third Eye, Central District

TIME:

Morning, July 8th, 2022

PARTICIPANTS:

Peyton, Keith

Meet and Grit

Lately, it wasn't very often that Keith was truly excited about something. As much as he attempted to move on with his life, the looming shadow of trauma was something hard to fully clear from one's mind, the sleepless nights weren't rare, and it was fairly common for something emotional to trigger tears of sorrow and grief. Keith was on the brink of being considered a truly broken person, one that very slowly attempted to bring the pieces of his fragmented self back into place.

However, today was an unusually bright day that the Dragon looked forward to. He woke up early in the morning, took a long shower, enjoyed a hot cup of coffee, and before he knew it, he was already on his way to Central District. Wearing the best clothes he had, and carrying a small bag that hanged from his left hand, Keith to the bus.

Over at Central District, more specifically at the Third Eye bookstore, one of the largest bookstores in all of New Oasis, was holding a signing event for Keith's favorite author, Nora J. Mallick. A Very well known writer from Britonnia, especially for her mystery novels. The line was sure to be quite long for the signing, so Keith made sure to arrive to the location as soon as possible. NO MATTER WHAT, he was going to get his copy of "The 7th Howl" signed, no matter the difficulty or the situation, he was going to STAND IN THAT LINE, AND WAIT.

At last, he arrived at the still closed event, dozens of people already forming a line, but the size of it wasn't too egregious, Keith would be able to get his oh-so-desired autograph with ease, how nice for the crestfallen dragon to finally get such a nice special day for himself! He got himself into the line, his foot tapping on the ground with excitement for the doors of the bookstore to open.

Coyote Hart

 

[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

Get(ting) Help

TIME:

Daytime, Post Arc 3

LOCATION:

Kiki's Eatery, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hitoshi, Kaede, Ashley, Hector, Gideon

Get(ting) Help

Charlie placed his elbows on the table, his head now laying atop both of his open palms, his furled knuckles slightly squishing his pristine cheeks. "Aniki and I? We've known each other for a good while now! Him and I ended up on the same guarding shift, and well, the rest is pretty much history, he never fails to get my mood back up whenever I'm feeling down!" And thus, the rookie thought it was only proper to make his best effort to do the same thing for the veteran this time around. Charlie may not have shown it much so far, but he understood that Hitoshi was actually going through a very important moment in his life, one of recovery and reforming, and the blue-haired boy wanted to support him in every step of the way.

"Sure, Gideon! We'll start easy, how does 600 pounds on the bench press sound?" Despite what would one normally expect from such a response, there wasn't a single ounce of sarcasm or wit to Charlie's response. He sincerely believed that Gideon could probably pull it off without much issue, an assumption that might not be all that correct.

Charlie listened to Hitoshi speak about his past with the newcomer lady Kaede. She sounded like she was a fairly nice person, same with this mentor he was talking about. However, as of late, whenever the rookie thought about the members of the Scarlet Phoenixes, an intrusive thought in his mind would always arise. I wonder how many live they must've taken A common thought for him, and who could blame him? The Phoenixes were an organization that thrived on violence and murder, and even a nice lunch like this one did nothing but temporarily mask such a fact.

Well, he was now one of them anyways, so he didn't have much right to judge them anyways.

Finally, their meal had arrived, the rookie almost drooled at the sight of his generously-sized hamburger. He lifted the patty off with his finger, allowing him access to the lower bun, then added an eyebrow-raising amount of ketchup. Now that he was ready, he voraciously digged in on his meal. Perhaps he should've had a more filling breakfast this morning. "Mmm, thif if fso goooood!" He rejoiced, the meat was welll seasoned, the cheese was nice and gooey, and the roasted veggies added to it, all together in beautiful culinary harmony, some would argue that it's just a burger, but it was his burger.

As he finally swallowed his comical first bite, he heard Hitoshi's question towards Gideon, immediately making him feel like an absolute buffoon, he was right next to him and didn't realize something so obvious. "S-Sorry! Want me to cut your waffles? I-I mean It's not like I don't believe you can do it but I can help if you want! Please forgive me" He said, raising his previously useless cutlery, ready to slice that waffle on command.

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[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

http://www.google.com

CS Link

SCENE:

Carry On My Wayward Son

TIME:

Nighttime, Post-Arc 3, June 25th 2022

LOCATION:

Feralia Art Gallery, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Christina, Hector, Milo

Carry On My Wayward Son

Hector's patting hand on his shoulder felt like if felt like an indescribably crushing weight, and his sharp words stabbed at him like daggers. An emotionally deadly combination to say the least. He turned his face towards him, a very awkward smile on the rookie's face. "T-Thanks...hehe..."

At the very least, it was comforting to listen to Christina and Milo being eager to join him on the prospect of having breakfast afterwards. With every passing moment, Charlie's opinion on the newbie became more optimistic, he knew that Ashley would pick a good first sponsee, his sense of potential was almost as good as his sense of fashion. "Oh, that omelette sounds fantastic right now, I might order up that as well" He got up from the bench, twirling his flaslight between his fingers in an unexpectedly dexterous manner (One would be surprised of the things Charlie has to do at times to distract himself during the long shifts). "Well, I think that was enough of a break for me now, I'll be checking on the south corridors for a while, you guys stay here if you want, usually intruders come at earlier times than this, so hopefully we're getting no sneaky people getting in" Thus he proceeded strut towards the aformentioned halls, his flashlight turning from side to side as he casually eyed more of the art pieces in the gallery.

However, somewhere in the distance, outside of the building itself, sneaky steps could be heard, multiple people, all dressed in black, carefully approached the vicinity, a few of them carrying boxes of unknown contents. "We're making hella dough tonight, my friends..." Said the lead of the group, a sly smily creeping up from behind his face mask.

@Infab Elenion Aura WhiskeyMarten

 

[Coyote Hart]

Peyton Xiong

CS Link

SCENE:

Meet and Grit

LOCATION:

The Third Eye, Central District

TIME:

Post-Arc 3 || Morning of July 8th

PARTICIPANTS:

Peyton, Keith

MEET AND GRIT

Peyton wasn't much of a morning person. When he was a Dragon, he worked late into the night and wasn't able to go to sleep before the wee hours of the morning. But even now that he returned to the Serpents, he didn't abandon those habits. Night after night, he worked late into the morning hours at the bar, and when he wasn't, a good book occupied his time.

But today was different. For once, he could get away from work and rebuilding his rapport with the other Serpents. The author of one of the books that he had been reading, The Seventh Howl, was hosting a signing event in New Oasis today. And there was no way Peyton was missing the opportunity to get his copy of the book signed. He was even willing to wake up early in the morning to do so, listlessly riding the tram to central.

Peyton stepped out into the warm morning air, which was pleasant in the early hours of the day. As the day would go by, the heat would increase until it was nigh unbearable, hence why Peyton had to go so early. He didn't want to be waiting out in the hot sun. From one of the polished shops that lined the streets, Peyton bought himself breakfast: A tub of cashew milk rocky road.

As Peyton approached the bookstore where the signing was, he noticed that a line had already begun to form. Typical. Mallick was a popular author after all. But that wasn't an issue for Peyton. He didn't have work that day and had plenty of rocky road to fuel him. But the line was still significant, spilling out of the Third Eye's doorsteps to crawl around the sidewalk like a snake.

A man with long locks of red hair was standing in front of him, his hands covered up in gloves, a weird sight considering the weather. Something about him felt familiar. Peyton couldn't put his finger on whether he seemed like an acquaintance or a stranger that he saw around a lot. But Peyton wasn't going to let curiosity stay as curiosity, he wanted to know.

"This is kinda a long line!" Peyton said to the taller boy. He leaned forward, taking another munch of rocky road as he asked, "Hey, I feel like I've seen you from somewhere! Where have we met?"

How unfortunate of Peyton to not realize that he was talking to a Dragon.

Roda the Red

 

[Peckinou]

Helva Linxal

CS Link

SCENE:

To live in the shadows

LOCATION:

Falcons Perch, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Helva, Charlie Roda the Red

To live in the shadows

Helva was a bit surprised when the guy said, he had been working here for a few weeks now, though not entirely so, she figured that he was pretty new though she figured it might of been his second or first week most likely, the fact that his enthusiasm for his work didn't die yet may have something to do with his overall character. Though she wasn't entirely sure, as their waiter went on to scamper off to do their work, it was a amusing site to say the least, but Helva had quickly gotten back on track as to why they were here, her mission came first in this after all. Though as she was waiting, she couldn't help but think of starting a conversation with Syrup who was way back in Central at the moment, running her Candy shop, though she had to quickly push that thought out of her head, as Syrup wouldn't take kindly to being disrupted while she was working. Helva let out a sigh, as they kept glancing to the door, people walking in and out, yet none of them looked like they were gonna be her targets, the waiting game was always a nuisance to play for her. But eventually their waiter made it back to their table with their tea, it was something to keep them occupied while they waited to say the least, she gave a nod and dismissive wave as their waiter told them they would be back with their food shortly. Though when he asked if she was waiting for someone, Helva was surprised, though she did well to hide it, as she turned her attention to their supposed waiter. It seemed he was more Perseptive than she thought, or she was just making it rather too obvious, either way after a little bit of thought she smiled towards him and said, "Why i suppose you could say that, I suppose a hot coffee will do just fine, but please be sure to make it extra hot so that it won't get cold when they get here, if you can."

Helva figured that a bit of ahead planning might be a useful thing, just in case, she had no real back up, as she really didn't tell many people of her plans, even though they were in Phoenix territory. She was more than content enough to fight a few lesser known gangs herself if need be, she had fought much worse and better people when she was working as a Valkerie, and she doubted they were gonna send a group no bigger that 4 to extort the place. Though the place seemed a bit busy and they haven't exactly seen any signs of their targets yet, it was a annoying endeavor but she was willing to wait a hour or two before calling it quits if she needed to.

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

Eustass "Purge" Finnegan

CS Link

SCENE:

Trouble in Transit

TIME:

Post-Arc 3 — June 9th, 2022

LOCATION:

West District; Within proximity of Tiger HQ...

PARTICIPANTS:

Eustass, Samira

TROUBLE IN TRANSIT

The woman side-stepped, evading his violent descent. Eustass flew past her but came to a jerking halt when she found grasp upon his crowbar.

As he was yanked toward her, he was forced to face her, and his feet raced to catch up. Still clutching tight to the weapon, it was a deadly game of tug-o-war.

Immediately, Eustass reached with his other hand for her wrist. He would turn it to dust—the rest of her after that. However, when came the smack atop his head, he winced and withdrew his deadly outreach. He jolted back, slipping, ass hitting the ground, but he never lost hold of his crowbar.

“DON’T FUCKIN’-!!... FUCKIN’ TOUCH ME!” He tried to jerk the crowbar free, gripping it with both hands now. His thumbs were careful not to touch it in case his potential decided to take action against his will.

“Attacking the Ace does not look good either, Eustass.” She went on about Mugen and ‘representation of the Tigers’, offering to feed him.

Eustass grit his teeth and glared hard, seething, hissing breaths causing foamy saliva to collect at the corners of his mouth. For the moment, he let up on the struggle to retrieve his weapon but held firm. “Keep our names outta yer fff-..” Bare shoulders tensed and curled, face contorting with strain, then finally the words escaped him, “-yer fffuckin’ mouth!” he spat, continuing, “I don’t fuckin’ know you!! I ain’t gotta d-… do a thing you say!”

“Fuck yer food! And fuck yer face!” Just then, when his patience boiled over, Eustass commenced a frenzied effort to get his crowbar away from the woman. He jumped up and down, yanking and jerking like a child, flinging the metal bar side-to-side to loosen her clasp. “NOW LET. GO!”

Even still, his heart pounded. He held as far down on the crowbar as he could for maximum distance, dreading the closeness. If he could get it back, he could run away to find Mugen… And the woman—he could deal with her later.

EUSTASS NOTES​

— —POST RECAP: Eustass lashes out at Samira's offer to feed and dress him.

— —WEARING: No shirt, no shoes. Has on a pair of loose, black pants. (CLICK HERE)

— —WEAPON: Crowbar Saw (CLICK HERE)

(Interacting w/ Samira)
(Mentioned no one)
Beann ​

 

[thebigfella]

Shishido Takakazu

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SCENE:

Getting Bigger Means You Get Worse At Hiding Small Things

LOCATION:

North District

TIME:

Pre Arc 1 || 2021

PARTCIPANTS:

Tak, Nao (@tityanya)

Getting Bigger Means You Get Worse At Hiding Small Things

“Just hurry up, damnit! At this rate my organs will push out my ass like a damn yogurt tube!” Tak harshly responded to Nao’s considerate warning of incoming pain, his eyes devoid of pupils in his fury of waiting for the woman to actually do something to help him. Anger that would quickly fade away and be replaced by worry, as she mentioned rocking it in an attempt to move it off him.

“W-Wait, I might be able to--”

Before he could finish, she had already begun pushing the machine. Immediately Tak felt the bones of his arm start to bend in ways they weren’t supposed to, his teeth gritted as his neck extended out from under the machine like he was made of rubber, the veins straining as his eyes bulged out of his head, spit frothing from the corners of his mouth.

“OWWWAAAHH! WOOOAAAAHHH! YOWWWWWW!”

He had various over-exuberant expressions of agony as Nao did her best to save him from being crushed under the weight of hundreds of pin-up mags and machinery, grunting all the while. If Tak wasn’t in the middle of getting his arm put through torture, he would have made a joke about it.

After this laborious process, the woman finally made purchase, and with one final push, the vending machine landed on its side, the rattling and crunching of it echoing through the lot.

Tak breathed a sigh of relief as Nao collapsed outside his peripheral vision; his eyes slowly moved upwards, looking aimlessly at the stars.

“Well…It’s good that you could get the machine off me….”

He went silent as he stared at the galaxy above, almost as if he was in the middle of reaching enlightenment; the view panned over to show his hand still wedged inside the magazine machine.

“...But my hand’s still stuck.”

A cold wind drifted over the surroundings as neither moved, an awkward silence. Finally, Tak groaned, placing his other hand on his forehead.

“Looks like I got no choice,” he concluded. And when he did, the perspective shifted to show the inside of the vending machine. Tak’s hand was still wedged inside, firmly grasping the magazine he had bought.

Then, he let it go. And in one smooth motion pulled his hand out like it was nothing. Then, sitting back up, he rubbed it soothingly as he wore a deadpan expression on his face, a shadow over the left half of his face as Tak made sure not to look at Nao after revealing he could have freed himself at any time if he had just let go.

 

[BriiAngelic]

Jackson Reese Alessi

SCENE:

Post-Arc 3 [Rain on the Mountaintop]

LOCATION:

Borgo Orecchiette, Fusilli

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Jackson, Jesper, Pascal, Milo, Gav, Bolt

Rain on the Mountaintop

He wondered how someone in a cast could have so much energy. He supposed when it came down to it he could trust Jesper to be better behaved than that. Or at least that's what he thought up to when he called out peepee. Was he kidding? They hadn’t even been here that long. The shut-in really needed to learn how to ask for things normally, who asked for the bathroom like that?

He just needed to ignore him. Once he was done talking to his fellow game show participants he’d go shake Jesper down for already failing a social encounter. The sound of a familiar voice rang out as the person talking to Pascal was clearly the same woman who went down before. The discomfort grew as he recalled the words of the woman who jolted them into that weird gas station. A serpent…

He wondered how true that was.

“Hey bud, nice to see you're alive but maybe we can get some chatting in later. Wouldn’t want to keep my friend waiting.”

He started walking back to Jesper shooting a glare at Thelma before smoothing over his expression. He went to throw an arm around Jesper’s shoulders and whispered low so that others wouldn’t hear.

“Keep an eye on the brunette woman. Might be trouble, surprised she’s alive considering she’s the serpent contestant the bomber wanted to off. Be cautious around her okay.”

He figured with this being a Passeri trip Jesper would have no qualms about getting to potential play hero. Either way with him keeping an eye out they’d both be better off. He released the other and followed hoping Jesper would have better knowledge of this fancy food fair. He shoved his hands back into his pants pockets before knocking his shoulder to the other’s.

“Oh yeah and you fail shut in. Do you usually ask for the bathroom that way or is your idol scrambling your brains?”

He grabbed a plate and began to load up food on it pretty much copying whatever Jesper was grabbing. With a smirk, he realized he had yet another opportunity to fuck with his friend some more.

“Hey Passeri, why don’t you come join us? My friend here’s been your long-time fan, he has some questions on your songs.”

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