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

[Doctor Llamabean]

Boltius Beckman

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SCENE:

Playground Affairs

TIME:

(Pre Arc-1) 2008, May 24th

LOCATION:

South District; Playground

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius, Vulken, Kaede

PLAYGROUND AFFAIRS

Feeling Vulken’s knuckles atop his head, the young Boltius flinched, curling in the shoulders. Though it didn’t hurt, he rubbed the spot anyway and shot Vulken a frown. He couldn’t understand why Vulken had decided it was appropriate to let some cheeky bimbo invade on their brothers’ time, but he wouldn’t dwell on that.

No.

Shaking his head, it was time to focus on the important things—like how to get rid of her. “I ain’t callin’ ‘er that.”

Boltius shoved at Vulken with a single hand, a half-affectionate, half-annoyed gesture to compensate for letting him muss his hair. Vulken would have felt a hardened layer of gel matted within the topmost tuft of orange—no technique or experience had gone into the application, as if the tub of gel had been dropped open-ended on the boy’s head. “And I don’t want a girlfriend! Girls are stupid! They cry all the time,” a reference to Peoni, “They’re boring!” a reference to Janet, “And they’re confusing! You can never tell whether they’re happy, sad, or pissed off!” a reference to Ash. All of this spoken while the boy rubbed his feet in the dirt and balled little fists at his sides, ignoring the rest of what Vulken had to say until a breath of silence gave time for it to set in.

“Huh?” Boltius made a sour face. “Girlfriend?”

He looked at Kaede, doubtful; eyed her up and down before a smirk. “Keh.” Smugly, he crossed his arms and cocked a brow as the girl went on about Vulken’s dreams. No way she is.

When she quieted, he voiced his thoughts matter-of-factly without an ounce of hesitation. “She ain’t big enough in the chest to be your girlfriend, Vulken. Dad says a big chest equals best, it gives your head a place to rest.”

BOLTIUS NOTES​

— —POST RECAP: The young Boltius recites his father. RIP

(Interacting w/ Kaede, Vulken)
(Mentioned no one)
@Sei Shonagon @Nobody Special​

 

[tityanya]

𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒎𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐
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𝒜𝓈: 𝒩𝒶𝑜

Scene: If Something Tastes Funny, Try It Again
Time: May 6th, 2022 || Pre-Arc 3
I am here: Central District Club
With: Tak and Dante​

"When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely"

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While Dante was sizing up Nao, she was doing the same. Careful glances toward him that didn't seem anything out of the ordinary--just looking at the person you were speaking to. He had a very carefully crafter mask on--pure neutrality, indifference. Naomi was incredibly impressed by it--that was something he had to hone from years of practice. But it also frustrated her, too. Tak was an open book, easy to read. He didn't guard his emotions, and you always knew how he was feeling at any particular moment. But this man, hmm. Those bright gold eyes drew her in, but gave her no information about what they meant.

That was, until Tak happened. He made it hard to keep up a mask. The jab to the head dropped Dante's mask, his jaw clenching as he spat venom back at Tak. Naomi's eyes glittered a little. The Tak effect was in full swing--he knew just what buttons to press to make a person lose their façade. No doubt Dante had been thinking the same thing. She saw his mouth move, but couldn't make out any of the words over the sound of the pumping music--but no doubt she could guess that it was wishing harm on Tak. She had made similar comments under her breath many times. Yet somehow, she always came back to hanging out with him.

But why was that again? Naomi asked herself as she watched Tak nearly vomit on the floor. And then stole her drink and berated her for how it tasted. Nao stepped forward to clean the remnants off his chin, her hand cupped around his face. Of course, no good deed goes unpunished. He yelled at her (of course) asking if she was ovulating. Her eyebrows knitted together and she tilted her head to the side. "Do you know what that means?" she asked, trying to figure it out. Did he think ovulation had something to do with a woman feeling more motherly? What kind of mothers had Tak been around?

Dante mentioned getting Tak a more manly drink, saying that Tak was a struggle to be around sober. Naomi gave a little giggle at that. She was rarely ever around Tak while she was sober, she was usually on one thing or another. This was probably the first time she had been completely sober, come to think of it--but soon she would find that new miracle. She just hoped it didn't make her act like a fool in front of Dante. She needed to be cautious in front of him--she knew that he was sizing up her every move, just like she was sizing up his.

““You’re cool, though.”

Oh, that was about her! Naomi turned to Dante, looking at his near apologetic-smile. She smiled back at the prospect of him taking her up on the suit. "Sure! Just let me know!" she beamed. That was one down, one more to--oh, maybe not. Tak began another rant, talking about how business casual was in, and then talking about Jason Benson being in race car pajamas. The imagery in her head made her laugh. A very serious board meeting, talking about how shares were falling--but everyone was dressed like a different race car from that kid's movie. She snickered again at the thought, wondering if she should tell Tak that wasn't what business-casual meant.

He chastised Dante for his joke about vomiting on each other, saying that he must have watched some weird shit as a kid to get that idea. "Something tells me it was something in his adult life that inspired it. Maybe perhaps something in the last five minutes," Naomi said sardonically, looking back at "fertilizer brain" with a smirk. She was fairly certain the both of them knew who's brains really weren't worth anything for fertilizer, here.

Tak mentioned he didn't want any hand-me-downs, saying that she and Dante could play dress up if they wanted. But the last words of wooing some babes at the bar set Naomi off. She began laughing uncontrollably, bent over at the waist, her hair curtaining her face. If she had been high on weed, she was certain she would have been on the floor itself. Tak, pick up some babes? Not dressed like that in a place like this. "For all your hatred of suits, you sure don't seem to realize women like a well dressed man," she taunted him as he pushed his way through the crowd to the bar. She wasn't certain that would convince him--but she was certain that all the women would look at him like a bug the way he was dressed now. Or maybe she was being too shallow? Tak had other ways of scaring women off that didn't revolve around the way he dressed.

She turned her attention to Dante, resisting the urge to rest her hand on his arm. She didn't know how he felt about physical contact, yet. She still needed to size him up some more, and she didn't want to scare him away. "Do you want to follow him, or do you want to get a change of clothes?" she asked, trying to think of what she had in her trunk. Not a full-blown suit, to be sure. But there was definitely some nice dress shirts and slacks. What color would look best on him? Maybe blue, to really help those golden eyes pop. Tak wasn't wrong when he said they would be playing dress-up--it was one of Naomi's favorite things to do. And one day, she would get the hardest nut to crack.

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((ooc: ))
((Outfit: Red Dress with red high heels))
((Die in the Disco))

@Haze- @thebigfella

 

[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

Helva walked out albeit a bit slowly out of the restaurant, her leg still stung from having kicked their now dead targets leg, and as she walked out she managed to catch watch the scene between their blue haired waiter and their target. Helva couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she made a small quip "I bet he is defiantly not getting paid enough for this." he looked tired but one of his adversaries was now down and done, while the other one, looked pretty enraged. His focus was entirely on their blue haired waiter who decided to rope himself into this whole mess, Helva always thought good Samaritans were always the biggest hassle, though that may of been cause they weren't exactly favorable to her on some occasions, plus they could sometimes get in the way of their original plans. Though this was one of the cases where she didn't mind too much and it was actually benefiting her more so than hindering, it seemed clear now that she hadn't been noticed by their target, as their tunnel vision seemed to have focused in on the blue haired boy.

The guy went on to charge towards the tired waiter boy swinging wildly at him with his sword in fury fueled rage, while Helva positioned a few yards behind him while before making a approach from behind her tomahawk in hand, the tip still being covered in blood from having killed their previous opponent. When Helva got close enough behind him, she waited for the most opportunist moment to strike at him so that she could quickly take him down to the ground, disarm him, and have him immobilized in one fell swoop. Her eyes focused in on each movement the sword guy made, as she made sure to remain perfectly behind him so that he wouldn't suspect a thing for when she finally opted to pounce on the oppertunity to take him down.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Passeri Park

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SCENE:

Clad in Golden Dreams

TIME:

Post-Arc 3, Timeskip 1 | June 16th, 2022

LOCATION:

West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Ezra, Viss, Mark, Jess, Hiachi, Tak, Elias

Clad in Golden Dreams

"Well aren't you forward?" Vissarion's question was one that, many times before, she'd asked herself. There were few days that went by where she wasn't confronted with the reality of how much easier her life would be without the Albino Tigers. "You know, it's usually considered bad manners to pry into a lady's business. You're lucky that I'm used to being interviewed~ A girl with less experience in the hot seat might take things the wrong way. Especially one in our social circle."

Passeri took a sip from her drink. Her warning was one that bore no teeth. Vissarion was as much of a mystery as she tried to make of herself, and she would've been lying if she said that her curiosity hadn't been stoked. For his sake, she just hoped that he was willing to provide his fair share of tit for her tat.

"You know what they say, right? 'You have to spend money to make money', 'you've got to stick your neck out', or even just, 'no pain, no game'. Everything's got a cost, and every cost comes with a risk. It just so happens that if you want to get anywhere in this city, or at least anywhere that matters, then you need to be inside of certain circles."

And where she was trying to get mattered.

"Nobody's more familiar with risk in our little club than I am. I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but all it'd take for everything to come crumbling down around me is the wrong people running into one another and starting to chat. It's actually one of the few things that I'm thankful for our friends' eternal self-interest for. If anyone decided to air out my laundry, well, then I'm pretty confident that I could do a lot of same before they change my wardrobe to orange." What was the term? Mutually assured destruction? Elias aside, she doubted there were many Tigers that could light up New Oasis's headlines with the name of every significant Tiger as quickly as she could.

"And what about you? What you've said for Ezra's just as true for yourself, you know. What's the King in Gold got to gain from flirting with the one of the Cold? If you're just hoarding wealth, then there's plenty of ways to do that without mucking up your business with all of this." She vaguely gestured to the ballroom within which Tigers of a few stripes stalked. "I suppose I'm not one to talk, but you're really not taking things the easy way. Or the smart way, for that matter. So why the hard way, then?"

That was the question that'd been gnawing at Passeri. Everybody wanted something. For some people, it was physical, and for others, it was something more transient. What was it that Vissarion wanted? Like Markus, his wealth was one that could fetch him anything in the world, but unlike Markus, Vissarion did not seem the sort of slavering beast that would try to have everything in the world. What was it that lay between anything and everything that glittered so brightly for him that he'd risk it all associating with the Tigers for?

Her eyes gleamed. Everybody wanted something, and it paid to know what.

Spoiler: Tags

Interacted: Slav @Lucem
General:@miki @thebigfella simj26 @QuirkyAngel Elenion Aura

 

[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

[Late-Night Chase]

TIME:

Nighttime, Post Arc 1

LOCATION:

Aksher Co. Offices, Sound District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Minato

Late-Night Chase

Some people would often say that a cornered dog is the one most likely to bite, and in the case of the bee-haired man in front of Charlie, it seemed to be a pretty legitimate claim. The man...or rather, men, that kept avoiding the rookie all night had now gone to the real offence in unison, no surprise attacks or anything of the like, just a plain and simple three on one. In the Phoenix's case, that should sound like a pretty favorable match up.

And thus, he raised his weapon in preparation to intercept the enemies' attacks. First was a knife stab, easily parried with a swing of his pipe. Then, a punch aimed at his face from the right. Charlie moved his forearm to shove the blow aside. But with unexpected speed, the blow connected. The rookie staggered, even with his increased defense, a direct hit to his face from an HP still managed to be felt to a degree, the confusion about it connected so quickly also added to his startled state. The third attacker had no intention of stopping the memontum of the assault, delivering a kick to Charlie's back, another successful hit that manage to throw him off balance. Charlie was confused, why did their attacks become so quick...No, that wasn't quite the same.

The chase had been going for a lot of time now, and the accumulated fatigue was starting to catch up.

With sluggish movements and in not ideal stance, the Phoenix was not able to properly defend from the attacking trio. Knowing that they finally had the upper hand, they coninued to attack. Stabs, punches and kicks rained down on Charlie aplenty, not a single one of them being all that damaging, but the joined effort was starting to have his body become bruised and draw blood. Even the potency of his Hypercharge was starting to wane, each blow met with continously less resistant skin, little by little.

A whole thirty seconds of uninterrupted onslaught from the invader had passed, although from the perspective of Charlie, it felt like several minutes. A new punch was delivered towards his direction, attempting to hit his face just like last time. However, by keeping a steady defense, the Phoenixes managed to regain his footing, adrenaline rushing through his body as he started to feel true danger from his foe. He caught the blow with his open palm, tightly gripping his fingers on the invader's knuckles. Another kick came from the other end, this time a swing from his pipe was able to swat the blow away, the man winging in pain as the reinforced metal hit his leg. Charlie threw a light kick towards the knife wielder, managing to make some space with him. He pulled the man he was gripping up, moving him around like a ragdoll and violently slamming him on the ground, quickly followed up with a similar motion, and another one after that for good measure. The dissipated, turning the battle into a two versus one, but the rookie had no intention of keeping it that way for long, lunging on the offensive towards another clone, throwing a jab forward. The clone dodged it, but the phoenix didn't care, swiping his thrusted arm inwards, catching the guy's neck with his forearm. He applied great force, quickly snuffing out the copy. As the second copy dissappeared from this plane of existence, Charlie went on the offensive once more, rushing forward towards the final for he could perceive, closing up the distance between them and grabbing a hold of his hoodie's collar.

"Sorry, but I'm not one to back out on promises" Said an unusually peeved Charlie, awfully eager to commence the bone-breaking.

Elenion Aura

 

[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 nodded his head in approval with his eyes closed as Elizabeth explained their goal of reproduction "True, true, I know that in-breeding tends to be a big issue in a lot of zoos, especially with animals that have a hard time mating in captivity" As their employer commanded to go on, the blue-haired rookie gave one last glance at the tigers, giving one last small prayer in his mind for their success.

On their next stop, Charlie could easily recognize the animal in question, as he had seen it before in a documentary. "Oh! I know about this guy, it's crazy just how fearless they can get" He could relate to the animal, as he too was a small guy often tasked to fight people a whole foot taller than him if not more.

Hitoshi's comment about the nails made Charlie instinctively give his own a look. They definitely looked fine, prim and proper, cut somewhat short as to keep it practical. Then, before he could utter another word, a single finger pointed at his direction suddenly took all of his attention, followed by the words that proceeded after. "Yes ma'am!" He let out, placing his right hand on his forehead to salute his employer, before taking off at a different direction that Hitoshi had taken.

The search was quick and short, with a small nearby kiosk serving a variety of drink, the store was certainly thriving on this hot summer day, as before him was a line of at least a dozen people before him. Without much else to do, he waited, taking a moment to think about how the day had been going so far. He was happy to be among some of his favorite company within the gang, far from some of its more unsavory members. He also hope he could take this day to bond a little bit with the two of them, especially Milo, who although Charlie had easily befriended for a good while, is quite unable to shake off the feeling that there's a strange formality to their dynamic, he hoped to somewhat tenderize this stiffness between them...Perhaps Milo would like joining him for some movies someday? That could do the trick!

His thoughts were cut short as he saw from the corner of his eyes a pair of long ears. His eyes went wide as he recognized the felines on that habitat to be Graadian Lynxes. He battled the urge to rush towards them and stay in line as he observed them in adoration.

Spoiler: Notifications

joshuadim Elenion Aura

 

[Coyote Hart]

Peyton Xiong

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SCENE:

Sir, This is a Hospital

TIME:

Tuesday, September 28th, 2021 || Post Arc 2

LOCATION:

Correspondance Hospital, Lower Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Peyton, Yuto

Sir, This is a Hospital

Peyton's head tingled with pleasure at Yuto's compliments, the words like an electric signal. He made his satisfaction known with an effusive smile, "If you ever wanna use me as a pillow, you can! Preferably like one of those pillows you can hug to sleep with!"

The half-zombie shivered when he felt Yuto's teeth land on the tip of his nose. The slight pinch was nice, but Peyton wanted more. Reciprocating Yuto's intimate gesture, Peyton planted a kiss on Yuto's jawline, marveling at how his lips landed on smooth skin and defined bone. He liked the fact that Yuto thought Peyton was tasty. In fact, Peyton felt a bit of pride in that. The imagery of Yuto enjoying a nice lunch from Peyton... well, it was a more desirable image than it should've been.

As Yuto dealt with the body, Peyton stuffed their old wet, soap covered, and gore soaked clothing into the trash can. The bathroom had one of those pathetic trash cans attached to a wall and could scarcely hold anything besides paper towels. Yet, somehow Peyton managed to stuff them in, washed his hands, and piled some paper towels on top of their clothes. Peyton tried to convince himself that it wasn't suspicious the way that the trash compartment bulged slightly. Yeah, nobody was going to find their clothes. If Peyton looked at the trash can a certain way, it almost seemed as if nothing was out of place!

"Taking revenge on the cafeteria workers? Sounds fun! And I get to finally fight alongside you!" Peyton said. Giddily, Peyton accepted Yuto's hand and followed Yuto out of the restroom. Their hands clasped together tightly, warm skin against warm skin, a perfect metaphor for their quick friendship. A surge of good feelings coursed through Peyton, all stemming from the hand-to-hand contact with Yuto.

The walk down the whitewashed, drab hospital corridors was unexpectedly fun. Part of it definitely was attributed to being able to do it with Yuto. Peyton realized that despite their mundane action of simply walking, he was enjoying it quite a bit, all because of Yuto's presence. Their personalities matched up more than they clashed. Alongside that was the secretive feeling of breaking the rules by sneaking around the hospital. His Dragon colleagues would definitely disapprove of how he was slinking around, and that was not even considering that he was doing it with a Serpent.

They arrived at the cafeteria, a drab affair of cheap synthetic tables and plastic chairs with a window at the kitchen where you could order your grub. A few people were there: a woman worriedly nursing a cup of coffee, a few hospital workers spending their break scarfing down lunch whilst staring at their phones.

"Wow! Their decor is as boring as their food!" Peyton exclaimed. He gave Yuto a suggestive and mischievious grin, "What do you think about spicing things up? I think red would look nice on their walls!"

Oh, Peyton was going to be in so much trouble if the Dragons found out what he was up to. Well, he'd just have to make sure that whatever they did, there were no witnesses to report Peyton.

Caffeine_Obsessed

 

[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

To Live in the Shadows

TIME:

Nighttime, Pre-Arc 1, June 10th 2020

LOCATION:

Falcon's Perch, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Helva

Living in the Shadows

Time to dilly dally was a luxury that Charlie could not afford at the moment, as right after finally getting rid of one of the threats, the other came back in full swing, wrath-fueled sword swings now faster and more powerful than before. The distance between them was hastily closed, and dodging was not going to work. The waiter raised his forearms, catching the swords slash. He winced in shock and pain as the sword was able to make a shallow cut on his arm, his white sleeve started to get dyed with a rose-red tint as droplets of blood emerged from the wound. Charlie pushed the man back with his free hand, his palm connecting with the other's chest, pushing him back several feet. He needed to think quickly, as things stood, just blocking with his body would only lead to more wounds, taking a second to look around his vicinity, the boy noticed a broom laying against the restaurant's wall, not wasting another second, he rushed towards the long wooden shaft, knuckles whitening as he tightly wrapped his fingers around it. Brandishing it forward with the brush end pointing back, he prepared for the swordsman's second assault. The man let out a mocking chuckle at the sight. "THINK THAT'S GONNA DO ANYTHING, YOU FUCKFACE?" He rushed in once again, confidence drowning out any sense of caution from him as he hacked forward, intending to effortlessly chop the cleaning utensil in half.

Metal clashed against wood, the shock from the impact sounded eerily different to what one would assume, more akin to steel hitting steel. And in truth, reality wasn't far from that, as the swordsman noticed how his weapon was barely able to damage the wooden shaft, instead, it was his own blade that turned out nicked from the blow. Charlie moved his arms in a circular motion, twisting the blade aside and also moving the end of the shaft to the man's face. The hit was nasty, tempered wood impacting against his cheek, sinking in and plucking a few teeth out from the impact. Then, Charlie kicked them man, once again throwing him a few meters back, the later landing unceremoniously on the floor before slowly getting back up, groaning in pain from his insufferable mouth pain.

"Tch...Just leave already! Take that guy with you andnl never come back!" Charlie hoped that his words could finally get to the vandal this time, but the expression of pure ire on him was enough evidence to tell that was not going to be the case whatsoever.

Peckinou

 

[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 made his very best effort to not make his giggling visible as Gideon attempted to solo the trial ahead, lifting his entire meal akin to a caveman holding a piece of mean on a bone, the whole situation was just silly, but laughing at it would just be rude, poor man didn't choose to get his arm broken! (as far as Charlie could tell, at least, sometimes you just couldn't tell when it came to the Scarlet Phoenixes). Lastly, as his friend finally gave up and asked for help, the rookie responded with a tender smile. "With pleasure!" He said enthusiastically as he quickly got to work, fork and knife in hand making quick work of the waffle, as well as making sure that each piece was not only perfect for a single mouthful, but also evenly spread when it came to the ratio of fruits and cream. After he was satisfied with his work, he gave a little bow, a small habit back from his days as a waiter that would sometimes resurface.

Back on his seat, he continued to mercilessly assault the defenseless burger, being three-fourths done with it by the time Hitoshi mentioned the topic of sparring.

"OH, right, I almost forgot about that! Come to think of it I haven't sparred in like over a week, so I can definitely use the oiling"

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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

Helva didn't know what to expect from the clash, but it seemed that their blue haired waiter was way more durable than she thought, likely to do something with his potential, as it was pretty obvious that he was a hp. Though he also seemed to show a bit of strength as well being able to push away two people like that from earlier, she still wasn't sure about what his potential was exactly but she knew that it was definitely something to do with enhancing himself. Though that thought changed as he started clashing with the swordman with a broom, and seeing as how the broom didn't give out, she was able to see that he can also enhance the durability of objects as well. Though she couldn't help but wonder if by doing that, would the enhancements on himself have to be removed or weakened. Though that question wasn't something she had the luxury of contemplating as the blue haired boy wasn't her enemy, and as his opponent got sent flying Helva moved back and behind him as the Blue haired boy screamed out for them to leave.

Though their opponent wasn't exactly all to ecstatic about that, as he slowly got up and told the guy "Fuck you, you have no idea who you are messing with, I'm part of Raging Bulls, I'll have my whole gang hunt you down and kill yo, ya dam ba-" With the man distracted Helva quickly closed the rest of the distance before the man could finish she hit him in the back of both his knees, with her tomahawk, forcing his legs to give out as fell to the ground. As blood poured out of his legs and he fell to ground, he let out a long scream, which was rewarded with Helva stomping her foot on his back, causing him to let out a wheeze after putting a lot of pressure on his back. "Yeah, yeah i know who you are Raging Bulls, yadda yadda, your a bunch of jokes who opted to stick your nose in a place where it doesn't belong, though i honestly do got to say you guys were really determined to rob this place like, dang, with how much effort you put into this, i would thought you were trying to rob a bank." Though her words only managed to fuel the guy who started talking through ragged breaths "You fucking bitch, me and my gang will murder you as well, we -" "I honestly would really like that to be honest, pretty sure i won't even need the rest of the Phoenixes help to take down your gang." Those words managed to make him quiet down instantly as he began asking "Wait your a Phoenix?" Helva didn't answer his question though instead kicking him hard in head that he practically got knocked out, or killed she wasn't sure which one it was yet. Though it didn't matter too much to her, she still the other guys that was still alive. brutally beaten and knocked out by the blue haired boy who was just serving her as a waiter a while back.

Helva rubbed her temples as she looked at the scene, and said "Well this is a mess but I'll be taking care of these two, maybe one not so sure yet, anyways where's the manager?"

 

[Saturn_moon]

Isobel Pham

SCENE:

July 2019 | Pre-Arc 1 [Coffee's On Me]

LOCATION:

Tigers' HQ, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Matsuda, Isobel

Coffee's On Me

Pain exploded from the center of her forehead and her vision went white for a second as she cradled the rising egg size bump. She cursed and sweared inaudibly while trying to at the same time to shrink into her jacket. Between the scene that had just taken place and Matsuda's raucous laughter, they had caught the attention of the entire lobby.

She glared at the young man, hoping her pleas for him to cease his laughing fit would somehow get through to him mentally. When it finally did stop, Matsuda crouched down and offered her his hand. She eyed it hesitantly but caved when she realized that all hopes of escaping and gone swiftly out the window. After letting him pull her up, she held on to the offered hand and turned over exposing his palms. Firmly, she traced her name, letter by letter.

I. S. O. B. E. L.

"Not bird." She then signed even though he probably wouldn't understand. At the very least he would catch the point that she couldn't speak. Taking a step back she was struck by a thought. How could someone who had essentially been indentured to one of the four most powerful gangs in the city be so... cheerful? Sure, he had been a little stressed when he first entered the building but that probably had something to do with his mad dash to the bathroom.

Curiousity getting the better of her, she pointed a finger at him and then made the universal sign for OK with a shrug of her shoulders.

Caffeine_Obsessed

 

[Damafaud]

TRI

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SCENE:

Coolness as a Rule

LOCATION:

Parking Lot, North District

TIME:

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2021 || Post Arc-2

PARTICIPANTS:

Tri, Naomi

Coolness as a Rule

Tri blinked. Messed up? They hadn't done anything yet. He met Tristan's eyes on the rear-view mirror. The man avoided his gaze.

"What."

Tri stared blankly at Naomi. He scratched his scraggly chin. "I'll say it if I'm disappointed. Or doesn't like stuffs."

Probably. Guessing how he would react at something annoying was difficult when he didn't actually feel disappointed; he hadn't actually feel anything for like 20 years. Business-excellent Tri wouldn't kill someone that disappointed, though. He was a wise middle-aged man who knew how to cut his losses and move on for the future. Like now.

He leaned forward (Tristan flinched) and grabbed a box of tissues from the shotgun seat. "Don't stain the car," he said plainly. The mascara was going everywhere and cleaning those was a pain since it took like a day. Then, he glanced at the mirror. "Start driving."

"Yes, Boss."

Tristan shifted gears and started driving again. In the meanwhile, Tri thought of a problem.

"I usually cleanse people I meet under influence. But you can't do that." Hm... Wait, that wasn't a problem.

"You can ask about killing the person if you meet someone like that as me," he decided. Anyway, people around them would definitely stop her or said no. It was more important to set the tone.

As for calming Naomi down, the thought never crossed his mind. Tri's empathy was but a skeleton constructed over decades of social interaction. It still, to this day, remained nonexistent.

Tags: tityanya

 

[Elenion Aura]

MARKUS WEISS

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SCENE:

Catch a Tiger by the Tail

TIME:

Past Midnight, October 9, 2021 | Between Arc 2 and Arc 3

LOCATION:

Markus' Penthouse, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Markus, Dagger

CATCH A TIGER BY THE TAIL

Markus let himself be pushed back against the chair, the space between his bare shoulderblades pressing hard against the polished wood.

Little by little touch, felt his strength returning, a new kind of vigor that pumped fresh life through his veins. He watched her take a swill from the bottle and became acutely aware of his own thirst, lips parting and closing again, mouthing the words of a silent prayer. Once, he'd have taken the tongue of any Tiger who'd dare take such an insubordinate tone with him, dare to command him to be silent... He still might. In the kitchen, the crystal-glass light fixture hung by a thread of electrical wire. It dangled precariously above the marble stone island, swinging to and fro as the rubber insulation stretched thin.

Then he leaned forward. He let her palm flatten against his sternum. He felt like he was floating.

It was a curious thing. Not knowing what came next. Normally the feeling of unknown would've made him squirm. In fact, he'd taken great care, gone to great lengths, to ensure that he always knew what came next, what his next move was. Uncertainty was not a game he played lightly. But now, by some stroke of madness, or genius, he welcome it, embraced it.

The chandelier crashed in the kitchen, its shattered glass and scattered crystals mixed and were lost amidst the landscape of wreckage and ruin. Markus felt like she might kiss him.

Then he kissed her.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Passeri Park

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SCENE:

Rain on the Mountaintop

TIME:

Post-Arc 3, Timeskip 1 | June 28th

LOCATION:

Borgo Orecchiette, Fusilli

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Jackson, Jesper, Pascal, Milo, Gav

Rain on the Mountaintop

As if the electric sensation of her Potential did not make it obvious enough, the exuberant gush of not-quite-words that spilled out of the young Albrecht's mouth confirmed it: Not only was he a fan, he was that kind of a fan, too.

"That's very flattering! I hope you managed to find space for it all. Sometimes people post pictures of their collections online, and I'm like, 'How do you even get to your bed?'" Not to mention the fire hazard. One errant spark would've been all it took to light those bedrooms-turned-shrines she'd seen online into a pink and purple furnace. She could understand the sentiment, though. Had she had more to her name during her adolescence than a box of half-eaten cereal, she probably would've plastered the walls of her and Caio's hideaway with all sorts of her favorite artists' gaudy merchandise.

"You don't have to apologize, Jackson. Inspiring passion is the best thing that an artist can hope for! I don't write all of my music, though. I don't have any talent for instruments, I'm afraid!" That was why she'd started with covers all those years ago.

"Generally how it goes is that I'll write the lyrics, and then I'll go back and forth with my team on how to best bring them to life. I've got this lovely producer who came on board with us a while back, and he really works some magic! I don't know if you've listened to my last album, Nebula Express, but a lot of the synth work and sampling in that one was under his direction. I really think it helped establish the motif of the whole thing. I really don't know what I'd do without everyone back at the studio. Trust me, you do not want to hear me with an acoustic guitar in my hands, haha!"

This time it was Passeri's turn to gush. Considering the company she kept, it wasn't often that she was the chance to speak about her work. Not outside of interviews, at least, during which she kept herself tightly bound to the rails of a script. Unintentionally, she relaxed as she chittered on about the superficial facets of her music, restraining herself from going into any jargon that'd see the eyes of the others in the room glaze over in boredom.

"If you want to know about my favorite, though, it's probably still one of my first! A Sprig of Moonlight isn't really my most popular song- It's kinda hard for me to listen to it sometimes, too- But it really got me started after the old gang and I broke up! Lit the fire under me that I needed... And that fire is still burning today!" That fire was called passion, and she'd never let it go out. "Sorry if that was a bit of a mouthful. It's always nice to chat about my music! What about you guys, though? What's a day look like for the two of you? What's the fire that burning for you?"

Spoiler: Tags

Interacted: @BriiAngelic@AriAriAbabwa
Relevant: @Anne Boolean Elenion Aura @The Regal Rper Doctor Llamabean

 

[simj26]

Inigo Han

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SCENE:

Cleaning Duty

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Eric, Inigo

CLEANING DUTY

He looked almost nonplussed, almost bored when the bullets hit him. He physically shrugged, and started towards the blonde delinquent, slowly and deliberately, as if to invite, to dare him to further empty his gun at him. Bullets continued to strike him, the stings of their impact barely even slowing his march towards the man.

It wasn't until the dreaded 'click', the gunman's nightmare, that the bullets stopped flying his way, and by then, the white-haired man was upon his quarry. The shooter's found his gun hand restrained, caught in the officer's tight grip.

"This is your own fault." The officer drew back his fist, the crystals that had been on it already shedding away, dropping onto the floor in melodic clinks. Before the blonde man could say anything else, the officer's fist drove forwards.

His fist connected with the shooter's face. Like a freight train falling down a chasm, having derailed from its course atop a broken bridge, his fist descended further, carrying the thug's head with it, until both crashed onto, and into the floor with a wet crunch. Inigo straightened up, kicking away the gun in the man's limp hand.

He moved over to one of the tables, picking up a stray menu that had fallen over from the commotion. "You okay there, babe? Need any help?" He called over to Eric, flipping through the laminated pages and adjusted his patrol cap. "Hot damn. They've got fried spam here. Could go for one of these. Sounds sinful as all hell."

Roda the Red

 

[tityanya]

𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒎𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐
𝔸𝕤: 𝕆𝕞𝕚​

Scene: Coolness as a Rule
Time: Wednesday, November 3rd, 2021 || Post Arc-2
I am here: Parking Lot in the Northern District
With: Tri

"You know once I start, I cannot help myself"

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"What."

That blunt word almost made Naomi burst into fresh sobs again. M-maybe she shouldn't have been honest? But then how would she explain away the crying? She saw some cute cat outside and was overcome with emotion? Hah, like that would work. Naomi tried her best to avoid Tri's blank gaze, instead focusing on the seat in front of her. Deep breaths, deep breaths. She took in a ragged breath as Tri told her that he would let her know if he was disappointed. Naomi gave out a laughing sob. Partially relief--of course Tri would tell her when he was upset. Despite how much he reminded her of him right now, he wasn't her father. Her father would play mind games like that--she wasn't sure Tri even cared enough to attempt them.

He further honed in that point by reaching forward and grabbing Naomi some tissues. She took them gratefully, nodding at his words to not stain the car. Even that was infinitely more caring than her father--he would have berated her for ruining her makeup and made her get the tissues herself. "Thank you, Tri. Sorry I've been super uncool," she said, giving a wavering laugh. She needed to collect herself. She gently dabbed at her eyes with the tissues, grimacing at the black marks that came away. Why didn't she wear waterproof mascara? No doubt it was only going to get worse when they made it to their kiddy pool drowning appointment.

She blew her nose clean, and used her phone camera to check on her appearance. Puffy, red eyes, of course. Her eyeliner had been wrecked, as well as the mascara. But honestly, she kind of rocked the messy look anyways. It fit with the outfit. She cleaned off any last traces of mascara on her face, and then leaned forward to speak to the driver. "Trash?" she asked, showing him the bundle of tissues in her hand. If there wasn't one, she would just hold onto it until they stopped the car. Paper was biodegradable, right?

As they drove through the streets, Naomi focused on taking deep breaths and calming down. She could do this. She couldn't be high for her impersonation duties, after all. Tri couldn't get high. It would be an immediate giveaway if she went in with dilated pupils and a silly attitude. And it would only ever be for a couple hours, anyways.

That was when Tri brought up a "problem"--she wouldn't be able to use his abilities. She opened her mouth to say that she could just be a dick to the person about it instead when Tri solved the problem himself, saying that she should threaten to kill them for being high around him. She let out a shocked laugh. "Aren't I supposed to be helping with PR? Sounds like a challenge," Naomi said, not outright denying his request. She knew better at this point than to contradict him. "It'd work well though, I think. People would be too scared to be around you inebriated anymore," she laughed. She wasn't sure if she could truly back that kind of threat up--she wasn't much of one for getting her hands dirty. She would if she had to, but her job relied on stealth and subtlety.

She took another deep breath, almost confident at this point that she had her emotions in check. Tri didn't need to do anything to help calm her down, really. Just leaving her alone while she figured it out was more than enough, for her. Any attempts at kindness on his part, sincere or not, would have undoubtedly caused the sobbing to get worse. And of course, everyone in the car knew what the effects of the opposite would have been. "Do you have a specific target in mind for drowning, or should I be on the lookout?"​

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Damafaud

 

[Elenion Aura]

RAPHAEL SHAW

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SCENE:

Pre-Arc 1 || Dancing the Night Away

TIME:

August 17th, 2021

LOCATION:

North District, Ecstasy Nightclub

PARTICIPANTS:

Takahiro, Raph

DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY

"Well... Aren't you cheeky," Raph purred in a tone that suggested it was not a question as his eyes lazily followed the meandering line Taka had traced with his fingers.

Raph's was a practiced sort of nonchalance. Imperfect. For all his efforts to appear blasé and unaffected, Raph could not hide his desire. Like a dragon lusts after gold, Raph lusted after... Well, you get the picture, darling. One can try to fight one's own nature for only so long. Until time and liquor and the thump of a heady beat and the intoxicating curve of his neck or the flash of his bare midriff betrays that struggle, turning the fight into surrender.

He was still. Not 'deer in headlights' still. More like a 'charmed cobra' kind of still. Mesmerized. Raph took a single dry gulp as he watched Taka down the contents of his draught, but not because he was thirsty. At least, not for more liquor. Raph felt Taka place his hand upon his chest, as he became suddenly and quite acutely aware of the steady drumbeat of his own heart.

He let Taka's hand linger on his chest.

He looked at it.

Moments passed that felt like hours.

Feeling like he was being uncharacteristically quiet throughout all this, and not wanting to give this little minx the satisfaction of believing that he'd gotten the better of him, Raph parted his lips as if to speak, loading up a snide comment like a slug in the chamber of a long-barreled rifle. Only, he never got the chance to blurt it as Taka pulled him from his lair as the music swelled, taking his words away with it.

Before Raph knew it, they were dancing. Before Raph knew it, they were closer yet than they'd been all evening. When one gets sufficiently close to another human being, one starts to notice things. The scent of his cologne, its notes mixing with the smell of sweat and musk that permeated that underground space, ignited something within him, sparked a match and set fire to a wild corner of his mind.

He took the shorter man's waist in both hands and squeezed. Small, he thought with a savage delight. Only there were no thoughts. Not anymore. He dragged Taka's hips closer towards his own, burying his head in the other boy's neck as they moved, twin serpents entwined in a deadly dance.

How does one make a moment last forever? Stretch it unto infinity? Asking for a friend.

 

[Slav]

Takahiro Sugita

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SCENE:

Post Arc-3|| Confidential Motivations

LOCATION:

North District, Taka's Apartment

DATE:

July 1st, 2022

PARTICIPANTS:

Takahiro, Peyton ( Coyote Hart )

Confidential Motivations

Taka couldn't find Peyton intimidating. Watching the smaller statured Peyton struggle with his teasing was adding more fuel to the flame that was growing inside of Takahiro. He was finding it increasingly hard to contain the energy inside him. His playful nature was being multiplied by the drugs in his system. Taka's eyes widened at the prospect of being devoured, a large smirk growing once more on his face. He didn't realize that Peyton felt this way about him. He should have said something sooner.

"What are you waiting for then? I said you could do anything to me and that includes devouring me." He didn't hide the connotations behind the word, his goal was to play with Peyton and it seemed to be working so far. Peyton made it too easy for Taka to mess with him. That made getting a reaction out of him almost a guarantee.

"Why don't you start here?" He asked, gesturing towards his abs. Taka was relentless with his spirited antics. He knew he could get away with it as long as he did it all in good fun. "If you're not into that, maybe you can start here. You did say you are a half-zombie but you can roleplay as a vampire!" He teased, motioning to his neck. He was having fun, possibly a little bit too much fun. Taka could sense that he may be overwhelming Peyton, so he slowed down his attacks. There was no good in pushing him too far, even though he was having fun.

Taka grabbed Peyton's waist once more, but he didn't tease him about it this time. "Hey, I never said that I didn't like fun-size. Your petiteness is different than I'm used too. I don't know many small people." Most people he hung out with were around the same height or taller than him. He truly didn't hang out with many smaller statured people. That made Peyton all the more interesting to Taka.

"No matter what you say Peyton, I'm not going to stay away from Raph. Raph is a gravitating figure. I couldn't stay away even if I tried. Even though Taka respected Peyton's opinion, it was not one he could go with. He had his own desires, his own needs to fulfill. Not many people fulfilled it, that's why he easily latched on to people. "I like you Peyton. I don't want to ruin things over him. I'm sure we can figure something out." Taka said, an innocent smile on his face. His fingers danced up and down Peyton's body, trying to calm him down. "I said I wouldn't fight back and I will be true to my word. I would just prefer if you'd devour me instead." Taka lightly teased him, his blue gaze resting on Peyton. He enjoyed Peyton's company, even after his attempts to try and intimidate him. He was too cute to get angry at.

 

[Coyote Hart]

SEBASTIAN SE

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SCENE:

Caught Backhanded

LOCATION:

Abandoned House, West District

TIME:

September 14th | Pre-Arc 3

PARTICIPANTS:

Sebastian, Matsuda

CAUGHT BACKHANDED

The screams... the blood... it was an intoxicating mix of sights, smells, and sounds. The floor of the backroom was covered in fresh crimson, giving off a rich metallic smell. His victim lay sprawled on a moth-eaten couch, desperately writhing and struggling against the hyphae strands that held him in place. Howls of agony echoed in the small room as Sebastian dragged the serrated edge of his dagger across the parts that he was sure would be the most sensitive to pain.

"Do your best to endure this, and feel free to scream louder," Sebastian said, quite out of breath at the sight before him, "It's addictingly delicious."

In response, the man howled in pain, and Sebastian shivered in delight. Sebastian always looked forward to the days that he could go on his hunts, preparing by dressing his best and applying perfect makeup. And today, Sebastian had a particularly good catch. A man, unsuspecting of Sebastian's depravity, followed him into this abandoned bookstore, and now he was completely done in by the pain.

Sebastian's stood back to admire his handiwork, his verdant green eyes hungrily taking in every inch of his victim. Satisfied, Sebastian took mercy on the man, ending his life with a vicious plunge into the chest. The flesh resisted Sebastian's gouge before giving in. And now was the most tedious part-- the cleanup. Sebastian looked down at the mess with a rueful grimace. His clothes were a mess and the room was even more of a mess. Granted, death was a routine issue that plagued New Oasis, with no small part due to the gang activities. So if Sebastian wanted to, he wouldn't have to clean up much at all.

Then he heard the slightest creaking. For a moment, Sebastian was sure that it was his imagination until he thought he spied a little bit of movement out of the corner of his eye. Sebastian's heart sank. Damn it. Did someone find him?

Wiping his gloves on his shirt, Sebastian made his way to the door, opening it to go face-to-face with a black-haired man. The first thing he noticed about him was his eyes-- one of their golden whilst the other green and resembling Sebastian's own eye color. A chaste look of surprise blanketed Sebastian's features. He hadn't expected that anyone would even want to be in this decrepit building. But color him surprised, it seemed that cleanup would be messier... or a lot more fun.

"Look what we have here, a peeping tom," Sebastian said, the faux innocent features wiped off of his face in favor of a wolfish smirk, "What, come to join the fun?"

Caffeine_Obsessed

 

[Roda the Red]

Camila Gaspari

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SCENE:

Tigers B-side: The House Always Wins

LOCATION:

West District, The White Tiger

PARTICIPANTS:

Hiachi, Ryutaro, Camila, Alice, Jennifer

The House Always Wins

As Hiachi raised the teacup to her lips, the corners of Camila's mouth turned upwards, forming a coy smile from behind the cheater's field of view. Soon enough, the first part of drink's effect should take place, giving her a boost of relaxation and spirits. And thus, things continued to go according to plan. Ryutaro continued to slowly leave a trail of breadcrumbs for the girl to follow, blindly heading forward gobbling up the little treats, intoxicated by the short-term satisfaction for her to notice the boney claws slowly wrapping themselves around her.

A last bet was made, one that caused even the veteran to flinch. It was true that by his point, Camila had amassed enough wealth to never worry about the commoner's concerns for the rest of her life, but even to her such a bet was nothing short of reckless, if not suicidal for someone like Hiachi. In a move that was only unsurprising to Camila, the girl accepted the bet, and while the veteran had no idea how he did it, the Queen presented a royal flush this round. At last, the fangs sank into the prey's body, snuffing the life out of it with one precise and calculated blow.

Thanks to the shock of the loss, the second phase of the tea's effect manifested, Camila sniggered at the sight of a hallucinating Hiachi wandering around the casino, interacting with what wasn't really there, and walking in nonsensical patterns. If the white haired girl's knowledge of the effects were correct, then getting the truth out of her should not be hard now. With gentle steps, Camila approached the girl, speaking in a gentle tone as to not scare her. "Oh my, you poor thing seem lost! Don't worry, I'll take you to safety" Grabbing the girl by the shoulders, Camila brought Hiachi to a door southmost of the lounge. She turned her head for a second, a slightly impish grin on her face as she gestured Ryutaro to follow along.

Finally, they reached a storage room of the casino, full of large, half-open boxes full of kitchen and cleaning utensils. She guided the girl towards a nearby chair, and once again she spoke in a gentle, almost maternal way. "You're safe here now" once again, she placed a single hand on her shoulder. "It was a real shame wha happened at the end, but you did so well! How did you do that?"

@miki joshuadim

 

[Roda the Red]

ERIC EVENSEN

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SCENE:

I Would Like to See Your Permit

TIME:

Nighttime, December 2021, Post-Arc 2

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lorette, Eric

I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOUR PERMIT

The detective raised a single eyebrow as words came out of the suspicious woman's mouth. A charity? Perhaps that would make sense to a degree, it's not rare for charities to do work over at the lower Central, giving its far more precarious condition compared to the upper. Nevertheless, her argument simply reeked. Why would she come to one of the best-kept places in the area? Certainly this plaza wasn't nearly as much in need of renovations as the residential or commercial areas. And if she wanted to instead check on the people, why at this hour? When there is way less activity and therefore less of 'where the funding will be going'.

"Uh-Huh...And what charity? I'm always down to help the people, I would love to know more if you could tell me" As always, his tone was monotone and relaxed, although if one was insightful enough, they might've noticed a small hint of cynicism and disbelief in his tone. He took a few, subtle steps forward, not enough to have her on arm's reach, but every inch was helpful should she decide to turn around and run away. He considered pulling out his badge, but for now decided it was better to just pass up as a civilian, the more information he could get out of her without causing a ruckus, the better.

@Ramjammer

 

[Roda the Red]

Keith Sullivan

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SCENE:

Hide & Seek

LOCATION:

East District

TIME:

Daytime, June 30th, 2022

PARTICIPANTS:

Hiachi, Keith

Hide & Seek

Keith grinned as carmine tendrils closed the gap with his target, fingers twitching with the desire of grasping at their helpless prey. FIrst, he would wrap one arm around her, locking the girl in place, with the other, he would beat her senseless until she stopped struggling altogether. Finally, he would take her unconscious body back to HQ to get all the information from her...And should he find out that she's a serpent, he would make sure to finish the job for good afterwards.

This time it would not fail, his plan would suc-OW!

The dragon flinched, a painful sting emerging from his finger. His arms retracted for a second as he processed what just happened. He wasn't able to properly see what the girl did, but the loud bang made it clear. The bastard was armed, and it just so happened that gunshots were a very alien experience to Keith, he wasn't expecting something like that, even less from what he supposed to be an HP.

His arms instinctively retracted back to their 'human' shape, and the rookie watch as the intruder quickly disappeared from his field of view. He clicked his tongue once again, the girl was nothing but a gigantic headache at this point, but he wasn't going to give up just yet. No, it would take much, MUCH more than that for him to even consider the idea of defeat. He bent his knees lowering his body close to the ground, then, he sprung back up into a leap high up in the air. While in mid-air, he extended his right arm, his claws piercing the concrete of a nearby houses roof, and used the solid grip to pull himself forward. Once he had passed enough distance, he let go of the building, only to extend his left arm to the next one, propelling himself once again. With the high speed and the aerial advantage, it would take no time for Keith to find her again.

@miki

 

[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

Keith felt slightly uncomfortable with Peyton's presence, to be fair. It wasn't that the dragon disliked him or anything, but raher it was the sheer ENERGY that the guy released, he was like a small ray of sunshine, brash and vibrant next to Keith's gloom. Being around the cheerful and hyper kind was mentally and emotionally exhausting for the young man, it didn't help that the two were essentially stuck together for probably over an hour, even.

But, it seems like maybe it wasn't so bad after all, as Keith's eyes lit up at the sight of Peyton's book he had just retrieved. "Y-Yeah! That's my favorite, too...I really liked the dynamic between the protagonist and his childhood friend...Thought it was refreshing for the genre" Could his be, perhaps, despite all previous negative expectation, the possible start of a great friendship? Come to think of it, Keith could count all of his friends with a single hand. His mind had been so occupied with mourning from his loss, lust for revenge and striving for survival, that before he knew it, he was pretty much a hermit who had destroyed most of what little social life he used to have. Perhaps now that he was a Dragon, now that he was able to start truly living once again, he could start making friends again? Yeah, he would like that very much.

For a moment, he was startled by Peyton's questions. Well, yes, it was indeed pretty hot, by the end of the day Keith now that his hands would be quite sweaty inside of those black gloves. But it was ultimately a small price to pay in order to not freak out those around him, ESPECIALLY someone who could just now become a new friends. "N-No...i'm fine, I just tend to feel cold very easily, thanks for worrying though.

It was now important to not let the conversation end, he had to bring up a new topic of conversation! A solid stream of words is imperative to forming a good first impression with a new friend, or at least that's what he could remember from past experiences, fight on, Keith! Don't mess it up!

"S-So, where are you from? I came from East District, I don't think a lot of people over there really care about Mallick's works, so it's nice to meet other fans"

Coyote Hart

 

[Damafaud]

TRI

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SCENE:

Coolness as a Rule

LOCATION:

Parking Lot, North District

TIME:

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2021 || Post Arc-2

PARTICIPANTS:

Tri, Naomi

Coolness as a Rule

Tri let out a hum as Naomi called herself. At least she knew she was being uncool. Being cool was hard work. Business-cool people didn't get distracted on their phones and watched anime from pirated sites. Or chat with random people online while being driven around. They did productive things, like...

Well, he would figure it out when it came up. On the mean time, he sent a morose glance out of the window as Naomi cleaned up. One black car, two black cars... Black was popular in the North.

Meanwhile, Tristan glanced at the white lump and drew a blank. What did she want him to do with that?

"Yeah, that's trash?" He said back, staring quizzically through the rear-view mirror. Tri tilted his head at that, too. Right, no trash can. He should get one later.

"The seat pocket," he paused. "for now. And just get Paris or whoever you are with then to stop you. Don't actually kill. PR is good, but only if they really think you are me."

Playing negotiation was a pain, but it didn't mean he didn't know how to do it. It was just a pain. And authority was important. The 'King' position was a special qualifier. Tri retracted his gaze inside and said in a deep voice, "Kings can give out casual death threats. As a treat."

He thought that was very cool.

Tri interlaced his fingers and (finally, he had been waiting all night to do this) smirked. "We have all we need at the back."

Of course, he didn't elaborate after, but everything became clear once they arrived at a closed apparel store's parking lot and opened the trunk. Well, and Tristan took the kiddie pool out to inflate and fill. Inside, a tattooed man, bound and gagged, flinched at the sudden light flooding in.

"A Tiger," Tri made a fake laugh. He rested one hand in his pocket, staring at gang member with a smirk. "He should know better than to go North."

Well, he technically kidnapped the Tiger from the West District, but that would be too evil-cool. Tri continued to savor the moment like an amoral gangster businessman would, examining the gangster like he did an interesting specimen. Meanwhile, Tristan was filling the bright yellow kiddie pool with water. Menacingly.

Tags: tityanya

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Passeri Park

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SCENE:

Return To Sender

TIME:

Post-Arc 2

LOCATION:

Hotel Gaul, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hiachi Ito, Passeri Park

Return To Sender

"You're doing better than I am, then!" In spite of ever-chipper cadence, Passeri's own investigation hadn't turned up much. She'd been practicing the art of rifling through the wreckage of drunken bomb sites like these since childhood, but her quarry today had proven himself a bit less brazen than she'd expected.

At the very least her investigation of the longue and kitchen, which she had scoured while Hiachi had ventured upstairs, had narrowed the range of their search. A penthouse or not, the finest room that Hotel Gaul had to provide was still just a small slice of the building. There was only so much ground they had to cover.

"If it were me, I wouldn't dream of putting anything sensitive on a- What's this, like, five-hundred-dollar?- laptop of all things, but I also wouldn't dream of making one of those-" It went without mention that she was talking about the mop-woman. "-so who knows? Good job."

With the upper floor and the common areas out of the way, now only the dim hallway that led to the penthouse's mouth remained. A few doors, leading to bathrooms, a pair of smaller bedrooms, and an office remained, each carelessly left ajar. It felt ominous. Passeri had never been afraid of the dark, but the manner in which it clung to the corners and crevices of the hall stirred some autonomic sense of caution within her.

Or maybe she was just scared of finding a broom woman, too.

"Let's say I take the further two doors, and you the closer ones, okay?" That left Hiachi with the bathroom and the office, and her with the set of bedrooms. "Best to get through with this as quick as we can! I've not eaten dinner yet, you know?"

@miki​