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VULKEN BECKMAN
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 3 [Training Day]
LOCATION:
The Heavenly Skies, East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Reika, Dimitri, Auvura, Darren, Kanna, Ruriko, Guardian, Libla
CURRENT STAGE:
2 (Current Temp: 1,000°F / 538°C (Cooling Down))
TRAINING DAY


While Vulken slowly walked away from the chaotic scene, he noticed that the edges of his vision were slowly becoming… dark. He hadn’t even gotten too far from Kanna yet, and his body was already starting to lash out against him. His hearing went in and out, his breathing became more and more erratic– every step he took was torture, and his body was punishing him for pretending it wasn’t.

Shit…” He quietly mumbled to himself, his legs struggling to carry him any further. He reached out to grab something for support, only to grab the air around him. As he rapidly descended into unconsciousness, he frantically searched for something to focus on.

...Ain’t this a bi–

Before his eyes could fully close, he was whisked away by his knight in shining…


…Shadows?

The sudden rush of wind against Vulken’s face as he bursted forward at a high speed was more than enough to drag him back into the world of the living. With just one inhale, his eyes shot open. His dilated pupils worked quickly to help him register what the hell was happening, and once they landed on a head of familiar white hair, he managed to figure things out.

L-Libla?!” He shouted, suddenly full of energy after the shock. Finally, he started asking himself the right questions; Why the hell was Libla here? Where were Reika and Dimitri? Why the fuck was it so windy?!

His head tilted downward, only to realize that they were flying in the air, and his only real supports were the shadows wrapped around his boots and the shoulders of the shorter woman.

FUCK!!” He screamed, significantly tightening his grip on Libla. Between frightened breaths, he continued to freak out. “J-Jesus, Libla! What the hell’re you doin’ here?

Wait. If Libla was here, then that meant…

How the hell did Hellie find out about this? We on the news, or somethin’?

Vulken firmly patted Libla on the shoulder as they flew around. “Hey, Libby. Don’t worry ‘bout me. You gotta go find Reika and Dimitri. I think they fell in the water during… whatever the hell that was.

He knew he would regret saying that, but the Queen was definitely more important than him.

This whole thing is a big fuckin’ misunderstanding, man. If the others are plannin’ somethin’, you gotta tell ‘em to call everything off and go home. How did you guys find out this was happenin’, anyway??



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BOLTIUS



Vulken's Little Bro
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As the crowd whooped and hollered, Boltius was beside himself with high-powered exuberance—flipping and hopping this way and that in a blazing performance, partnered by the bumping vibration of music from within the club.

He’d forgotten the initial cause of their being here. And, distracted by the audience, he didn’t notice Lyric and Yong-Yut’s arrival.

When he did notice, credit to the sound of Lyric’s voice, his control over his potential slipped and his flames died out, erupted again, then died out for good as he tripped over himself and scrambled on his hands and feet in their direction.

Lost for words, he straightened his back before the King, picked his hat up off the ground, and held it with both hands as he listened to what of Lyric’s report he hadn’t already missed.

No further need to hold back.

Boltius liked the sound of that, but there was something on his mind.

”Panda said something about their team heading to the bridges to help Greed and Succubus,” he mentioned, having not heard the first portion of the report. ”Do you know anything about that? Pretty sure Vulken was supposed to be with them.”

While Boltius wholeheartedly believed in Vulken’s strength and capabilities, and as much as he hated being strictly defined as such, he could never truly repress or deny the little brother inside.

“She said that the bridges have been compromised,” said Charlie.

Boltius looked at her, seeing Yong-Yut as well, and his eyes widened slightly.

Again looking at Lyric, he flung his arms out, one hand holding his hat, and wondered aloud, ”Then what are we waitin’ on!? We should get to the bridges! Fuck Nina’s killer for now; the ones alive matter first! Who’s to say we won’t run into a likely douchebag while we’re there, or even on the way?”

Though it seemed Boltius could dart off at any second by the passion in his voice, the one thing holding him back was Lyric’s word. He stared at her. Waiting.












































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PHOENIX'S
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Reika ( Taigakitt Taigakitt ), Dimitri ( The Prophet The Prophet )
A GATHERING STORM
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The blue-haired girl clung tightly to her savior as the man brought them to the lifeboat. She sputtered out some water over the side as she was brought onto the boat before going to help the child being brought by another of those from the boat.

“Are you okay!?!”

The girl started to fret over the child who quickly burst into panicked gasps. She rubbed circles into the child’s back as he clutched at her side. The two who had dragged them into the lifeboats quickly went to kick off aiming to reach more that were nearly missing the flow to the boats.

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From above Lavinia called out for the boat to swing to its side to block as much of the current as possible. Though slow the large ship began to turn as more people were brought into the lifeboat.

“M-mma. Maa. MOM”

The child’s panic only increased with each new body that came into the boat that clearly was not this boy’s mother. His favoring his left clearly spoke to injuries that couldn't be seen.

“Easy kid, she’s out there. It’s going to be okay. You did great, now you gotta trust she's gonna be able to get help too.”

She pulled the child back as a red-haired horned woman got into the boat claiming to be “borrowing the ride”. Anything she might have said died before she could speak them as the two gathering people in the water came back with another set of people heaving them in before the younger of the two shouted to the boat above.

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“VINNIE LIFT THEM UP WE’RE FULL UP ON THE FIRST BOAT.”

“Oh look more phoenixes. Hold on you’re gonna be brought up. If one of you guys knows some damn medicine that’d be helpful as the best you’re getting is a semi-drunk college student.”

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The two kicked off still going for those they could help as the boat started to shake before beginning to go airborne lifting to the side of the boat.

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Ezra Knight
CS Link
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 1: Scene 2/3 [The High Life]
LOCATION:
Albino Tiger HQ, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Markus Elenion Aura Elenion Aura , Isobel Saturn_moon Saturn_moon , Elias QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel , Callahan Nova Anyw Nova Anyw
THE HIGH LIFE
A brief silence filled the room after Isobel's robotic response. While the King analyzed her expression, seemingly trying to uncover whatever the mute woman was keeping from him, Ezra chose to ignore the intense staredown. He was much more interested in the excellent view of the city.

He'd only ever been able to look down at New Oasis like this from his father's office. Everything looked small from so high up, but that's probably how people in power always saw things. He wasn't into the whole megalomania thing, but he could see the appeal if it came with perks like this. Enjoying the sight from a comfortable chair was a nice way to unwind, especially after a day like today.

Being in the same room as Markus during an interrogation wasn't the first thing that came to mind when he thought of a relaxing getaway, but compared to everything else he had to deal with until now, it was like spending a day at the beach. Nobody was screaming, and his ears weren't ringing from the sound of gunfire. No blood, no chaos. All of the horrible things that made his heart beat like crazy were gone now, and the strange heat in his chest had left with them. It felt like he'd lost something, but he didn't know what. There was just a temporary feeling of emptiness that he quickly forgot about.

When Markus broke the silence, Ezra gave the King his full attention, listening closely with his hands in his lap. It didn't seem like his new boss was happy with the answer Isobel gave, but no punishment came. Instead, Markus made an offer. Ezra didn't know what kind of relationship they had, so he had no idea what bait the older man was using to get what he wanted. However, even a newbie like him could easily understand the rest.

Markus offered Isobel the position of Jack, the King's right hand. While the mysterious circumstances behind the previous Jack's disappearance were concerning, Ezra focused on what was happening in front of him. He wondered if it would be appropriate to congratulate his fellow Tiger on her promotion, but the next announcement put an end to that train of thought.

Wait, what? He'd suddenly been assigned as Isobel's partner for her investigation. If she was right about a Phoenix being the one who stole whatever Markus wanted, that meant there was a high chance he'd be confronting a rival gang in the near future. He had a very bad feeling about this mission and wanted nothing to do with it, but backing out wasn't an option. Was he supposed to tell the King of the West that he wouldn't listen to his orders? Absolutely not.

He'd only been in the Tigers for a month, but he already found himself in a difficult position. He was alone in a room with the King and Jack, and he'd be working with the latter on an important assignment. His father told him to get close to the gang's leaders and make a name for himself, so this was a good development in that regard, but why was all of this happening so fast? Why did it have to be him? Was it really okay to give a job like this to a rookie? What was the King thinking?

While trying to keep his internal rambling from slipping out, Ezra heard the door open. When he turned his head, he saw two more people entering the room. The taller of the pair was unfamiliar to him, but he recognized the shorter man who flashed a grin. Well, at least he thought he did. He doubted his memory for a moment when the man he knew as Elias introduced himself as Elijah. But I thought-Oh, right. Code names.

He stiffened a bit when his old acquaintance took a seat next to him and almost let his legal name slip. Thankfully, Elias was quick to correct his mistake, but Ezra still felt a little embarrassed when he heard his alias. He wasn't very creative, so 'Z' was the best he could come up with. He really wasn't looking forward to everyone calling him that, but it was better than having people know his identity. One of the only good things that came from being the black sheep of his family was that not many people knew who he was. His siblings could never get away with something like this.

"It's nice to see you too, Elijah." Ezra bowed his head a bit as he returned Elias's greeting. He never expected to run into someone he knew when joining the Tigers. Honestly, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Having another member know him was both comforting and concerning. Then again, it's not like he and Elias were particularly close. Was he here on behalf of Yumin?

It crossed his mind that Elias could've joined the Tigers for the same reason he did, but Ezra had many reasons to doubt that. Unlike him, Elias filled an important role in his family's business as the CFO. He also seemed too comfortable in this environment, introducing himself like he was performing on stage and fearlessly approaching the King. That wasn't the behavior of someone who was just here because someone told him to be. People like that would just sit in silence until they were spoken to, and that's exactly what Ezra was intent on doing for now. For some reason, he'd been doing the exact opposite of that today and it landed him in a pretty crazy situation.
 
Jesper Albrecht / Guardian
SCENE:
Dragons Arc 1: Scene 4 [Day of Reckoning]
LOCATION:
East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ruri ( Beann Beann ), Jesper, Kanna ( FabulousTrash FabulousTrash ), Shen ( Taigakitt Taigakitt )
Day of Reckoning

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Jesper had just returned with a bag of Craico salt and vinegar chips when he rolled his eyes at Ruriko's enraged messages. Wasn't their duty only owed to capturing the troublemakers (which they spectacularly failed at)? Since when were the civilians owed anything? It's not like a handful of lost lives outside of their district had any effect, speaking long-term—a concept his late father engraved into the boy. He could understand it if any of the victims were Dragons and therefore more important than the average person, but they weren't; the only people there were Ruriko, Kanna, and Shen, all of whom could hold their own.

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With a sigh, Jesper crunched on a potato chip, and soon manifested back to the bridge.

Guardian emerged with a flash of red light from the two remaining drones behind the pile up. He remained unchanged in countenance and gait, floating along his previous route until he reached the scene of the disaster. Landing on top of an overturned bus, he paused. If he had to be honest, the sight beholding him was spectacular in its own right: Shen, their usually tranquil leader, at the forefront of mass destruction.

Exhaling, Jesper cracked his knuckles and set out. By the look of things, Kanna and Ruri split up to help people. They were either stuck on the bridge or way down in the water—could anyone have really survived that fall? "Stay," Guardian said to the drones. They were too expensive to risk for such a menial task, not to mention their sudden 'shortage.' With a whir, the two held back while their master floated away.

Guardian looked between the two areas that demanded help. One was further down and looked tedious to traverse to, and the other had loud-mouth Ruri... Without a moment's hesitation, Jesper ventured downward to help Kanna. And he sure took his time getting there despite Guardian's ability to hover around.

Guardian first appeared to a man trapped inside his car, banging against the glass as everything began to flood. One of the windows was ajar, but it and the door were stuck in place. "No, he's not making it out..." Guardian floated past. Then there was a woman wedged between a trio of vehicles, desperately reaching out amid the waves to Guardian. "She's in too far to be saved..." He glanced away. Each time, unbeknownst to Jesper (who flew off immediately after brushing them off), the color drained from the people's faces. They'd heard Guardian loud and clear, even if he did not think so.

Eventually, he stopped. He looks easy enough. Guardian descended to a man treading water, looking worse for wear. "Come with me if you want to live." Back at the surveillance building, Jesper smirked; he always wanted to use that line as Guardian! Plus 10 points. The man gladly took his arm, and he was lifted out of the water.

"Howdy ho, Kanna!" Guardian almost threw the man onto the trailer, grinning widely. "Plus one point!" And just as quickly as he arrived, he departed again to find more easier pickings to help up.

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Kisara McDowell
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 1: Scene 3 [We'll Do It Live]
LOCATION:
Housing Zone 4, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Yuudai, Tri, Delynn, Yeona
WE'LL DO IT LIVE

The smoke that spilled across the area made her giddy, just ever so slightly, and all she could think of was just how exactly she was going to rend and tear her two new dance partners apart. She thought it strange, to be honest. They didn't really put up much of a fight, not one that stirred her heart a little. The way that they were fighting was exceedingly dull. No combination attacks, no coordinated assault. They worked apart from each other. One was the shield, the other the spear, that much she was clear about, but they never actually functioned together. That was the extent of their relationship- colleagues. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like how the Serpents were, as a whole. None of them complemented each other. It was just…boring, and yet she felt conflictingly excited, for some reason. She wondered if it was due to the gas that spilled out across the area. No doubt the work of Tri's. Whatever the gas was, it was making her blood flow, and a little too warm for comfort.

It was making her upset, more so than its intended effect. This wasn't her real heart, this was a forced act. She didn't want to feel what she wasn't feeling. Clenching her fist, she struck herself straight in the chest, sending a jolt of pain through her system. The weird cloud that mired her mind cleared up, and she looked up, her fangs bared in a snarl. She wanted to fight. They weren't taking her seriously. As it stood, there was no challenge to her, not from these two, and not from any of them. She wanted more. She wanted to see more.

She could hear their escape vehicle start up. Tri was nowhere to be seen, and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. The cogs in her mind started to turn, a once-in-a-lifetime activity, wasted only so she could find a way to harvest better souls from the crowd.

She disengaged from the duo, darting over to Delynn, who seemed, to her, to be in a spot of trouble. The smoke was beginning to clear, ever so slightly. She glanced at the truck that was starting to move off, noting its travel path, and the growing distance between her and them. She plowed through the crowd of police, barrelling through them callously, arriving at Delynn's side, her shoulder slamming into the back of an approaching officer, and sending him careening through the air and slamming into a piece of debris. "Hahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" No words, just an extended, manic laugh, as she grabbed hold of Delynn's collar, spun around, and launched her straight towards her target- the escaping truck that Tri was making off with.

"Come on! Come on!" She roar at the heavens, her fingers curled into claws in anticipation. Purple lightning sparked from the bellows of her mouth, and with another screeching roar, the purple atomic blast shot upwards, piercing the clouds above, and she swept her head downwards and around her, carving a circle around her with her explosive breath. Dirt, rocks, mud, earth, and any unfortunate officers caught in the blast scattered before her. The pink smog that once clouded the area was swept away from the impact, clearing the place for her own arena. She was ready to rip and tear into her meat.

Or so she thought. A telltale crack resounded through the air, and she felt something strike her back, the impact knocking her forwards, and sent her sprawling onto her knees and hands. A dull pain radiated from where she was struck, and, for perhaps the first time in her life, she had to struggle to steady her breath. She reached behind her, and her hand brushed against a warm liquid.

"Darn it," she muttered, and pushed herself off the ground, staggering to her feet. She turned towards the source of the gunshot- a sniper who had had the mind to keep a distance from the fight in the first place, holding onto what she could only describe as a giant firearm with a fittingly large scope attached to it. A cannon was a better term for it. Maybe…maybe someone with a better knowledge of them could give an…an actual term for it. She shook her head. Her thoughts were beginning to leave her.

"Come on. I can still–"

She saw the gun's barrel retract into its body before she heard the crack, or before she even felt the second bullet slam into her shoulder. She stumbled back, but held her stance this time. Prinz Gyoushi wasn't going down like this. She could still move. She could still fight. The lines and her horns glowed lavender, and bolts of electricity danced around her body as she charged up once more. She was going to keep fighting. Prinz Gyoushi didn't go down that easy. She was so tired, so exhausted, but she.. she was going to keep going. For senpai, for herself. She was not going to stop. Not…yet…

The light in the rings around her arm and horns shimmered, sputtered then died out, and she fell back down to her knees, her body slouched ever so slightly, and her head fell to her chest.


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SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 2 [Day of Reckoning]
LOCATION:
The Sky Above The Bridge
PARTICIPANTS:
Vulken Nobody Special Nobody Special , Dimitri The Prophet The Prophet , Reika Taigakitt Taigakitt , Kanna FabulousTrash FabulousTrash ,
A Gathering Storm
The rescuing of Vulken decently well, sure she didn't get a hit on the Dragon Lady who hurt Vulken, but she was atleast able to grab Vulken fast enough that none of them had much of a chance to react to her saving him. Still though she had Reika and Demitri to save too, she had thought about leaving Vulken on their side of the bridge, but she remembered how dangerous it was to be alone. So she had to keep Vulken close until she could find someone else to watch over him. Just as she was looking down though she noticed the yatch along with the many people suffering in the water below, she couldn't help but feel a bit enraged at the Dragons for causing such devastation. Luckily Vulken was able to snap out of his initial surprise, which in turn snapped her out of her train of thought when Vulken called her name, "Yes Vulkie?" His surprise turned to panic quickly though once he realized how high up in the air they were flying, and Libla couldn't help but tense a little as his grip on her shoulders tightened. Luckily was Night time and Vulken was injured as of now, so the grip Vulken had on her was only strong enough to cause mild discomfort.

But luckily Vulken was able to get a hold of himself and instead started barraging her with questions instead, Libla explained as quick as she could "We found out about this Via text." .But when he told her not to worry about him Libla couldn't help but frown, he was severely injured and he wanted her to not worry about him? Libla immediately dived downwards towards the boat his additional comments on this situation only made her more annoyed, how was this a misunderstanding? Why should they call anything off? When Libla had reached the Yatch, she pulled up her hoverboard just a bit in order to avoid a rough landing before allowing the Hoverboard to turn back into her shadow boots. Before then focusing all her efforts towards Vulken who, who she couldn't help but give a annoyed look to before pointing her finger towards him shoving it towards his chest "Alright Mr, you are already in bad enough shape as it is due to those Dragons, so I'm not leaving you until i patch up your wound got it!?" without even so much as by his leave Libla put her hand on his wound and allowed her Shadows to cover it up for the time being. "There, that should stop the bleeding, now sit down, you are in no condition to do anything but rest, and as of right now, the entire gang is worried and how can you even defend these Dragons after they destroyed our bridge, hurt you and put all these people in danger!" She then gave Vulken a annoyed pout followed by a glare as she explained her next move "I'm going to go help the others, while you stay here got it! We already lost Quetzal, and the whole gang is worried about you, Reika and Vamp, and now you are telling me it's all a misunderstanding and to not worry about you, when the Dragons put a hole in your chest that could of killed you? "

Libla then took a deep breath in before breathing out, and saying "Alright, i'm going to go get Reika and Vamp real quick -" before she could finish Libla had already spotted Reika and Vamp on a boat safe and sound, as they were now being brought onto the bigger boat with a number of passengers. "Alright, never mind, i suppose all the Phoenixs from the bridge are alright now then right? Once Reika and Vamp get over here, i'm going to go save people in the water, it should be easy enough for me with my speed and night vision."
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Meirin Azuza
SCENE:
Dragons Arc 1: Scene 3 [Eye of Providence]
LOCATION:
Pleasure District, East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Meirin, Kazue, Kasumi, Yo
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The 10-meter-tall woman ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Past sex shops, strip clubs, and adult theaters all elaborately decorated, she blitzed along familiar roads, jumped over smaller buildings, and cut a straight path back towards Paradise Forever, hardly looking at the smaller people around her. Not that there were very many people around in the first place. The relative silence of the pleasure district, which was normal very active at night, made Meirin tense—keenly aware that something was wrong. At the same time, she was pleased that people had the sense to stay indoors while terrorists were active and gangs were fighting.

Less chances of her accidentally hurting someone.

But of course, the quietness could also be due to the fact that she now passed an area where all the lights and cameras seemed to be glitched out. The old man pointlessly kicking his normally bright neon sign board, as if that would fix things, didn’t go completely unnoticed by Meirin. He sold sex toys. But he also greeted her warmly whenever she stopped by his store, offering her candy with a toothy smile.

The friendly, elaborately dressed hooker, who normally roamed the square she just passed, was nowhere in sight as well. If not for the lanterns still strung along some of the buildings and the moon that shown brightly in the sky, Meirin would’ve been running in total darkness. Leaning forward, she doubled her pace.

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“Mei!”

Blinking, Meirin skidded to a stop and looked up to see Jun Azuza pointing at something from one of Eternal Night Palace’s balconies. In her haste to meet with the other Dragons, she hadn’t even noticed that she had, once more, passed her home. From the brothel she and her sister owned to Paradise Forever, to searching for the gunner, back to her home on the way to back to Paradise Forever, it felt like she was running all over the Pleasure District. Were the lights and cameras down at Eternal Night Palace as well…?

Didn’t look like it.

Seemed whatever the Cobalt Wolves did only affected a certain radius. At some point, she probably stepped outside of Isaiah's illusion range as well, considering Jun was able to see her.

Gaze following Jun’s arm, Meirin's eyes squinted, her body growing several meters taller to get a better view…and saw the speck that was Shen in the sky near the bridges…which were still a good distance away from the Pleasure District. Why was the King of the Azure Dragons in the sky? What was he doing? Meirin hadn’t a clue…but that was no surprise. She could proudly say she had no idea what went on in the mind of the gang’s leader, who seemed intrinsically lackadaisical on most days—or whenever she saw him at HQ. Whenever he visited Eternal Night Palace as well. Friendly and nice, but lazy…except when he fights.

If there was one thing that could be trusted about Shen of the Azure Dragons, it was that he could fight.

He also wasn't one to pick fights.

Therefore, even with several others (who she did not know) in the sky, as well as the bridge seeming a little…wonky…she trusted the king of the Azure Dragons had good reason for doing…whatever it was he was doing. Meirin nodded confidently, sharing a brief look with her sister, before turning around and continuing her run towards Paradise Forever. Right now the new queen, who had just been sniped at by terrorists, needed her more. Meirin actually knew Yo for less time than she did Shen, seeing as it had only been a year since the lady with the dragon-like potential rose into power, but in terms of direct interactions, there had been many more. It was the Queen that traditionally managed the brothels of the East District, after all. It was Queen Isabelle—and many of the previous queens—that the Night Lord…subsequently Meirin…frequently interacted with. Yo was no different.

Yo reminded Meirin of her sister.

Meirin couldn’t quite put her finger on why, as it was only a feeling she got, but Meirin tended to trust her feelings. About people. About places. About the right things to do and when. Those feelings weren’t always right, and she didn’t always think them through, but she trusted them all the same. Who had sent her the invitation into the Dragons? Why? Meirin still didn’t know. She wasn’t as smart as Jun. Or as pretty. There were many working in Eternal Night Palace—some of whom with potential—that wanted it more—that wanted to be part of the gang that secretly (not really) ruled the East District. Yet it had been on Meirin’s bed that the letter with the dragon seal appeared that day. It was on that day that The Night Lord, who managed Eternal Night Palace at the time, legally adopted her and sister.

Was it out of love? Probably not.

However, all the same, he’d become family.

The Dragons had seen worth in an orphan girl with little to her name but the clothes on her back since she became an adult. They picked her when no one else did. Recruited her. Helped her get her revenge on the wretch of a human being that sold Jun to a brothel. There were many other paths she could’ve taken. She could’ve ignored the sister that she’d met again through a string of coincidences and fate. Or, perhaps, if she had run away with Jun when she first got her ‘invitation’ she wouldn’t be so tied to the Azure Dragons now. But that wouldn’t be Meirin. Meirin wasn’t the sort to run away from her problems…or abandon the people she’d grown to care for. Never had. Didn’t want to start.

Therefore, as Paradise Forever came into sight, Meirin’s eyes scanned the surrounding area the Dragons she was supposed to meet with, letting out a breath of relief when she spotted Yo, Kazue, and Kasumi nearby. Fortunately, none of the ladies seemed to be hurt by the fiasco at Headquarters. Kasumi had managed to help Izzy out with the investigation as well...probably. Between Izzy, good ol' Kairong, and Reveler, Meirin was certain they could uncover the culprit. She only hoped for Jay's sake that it wasn't Swallowtail. Or, at the very least, Swallowtail had a good reason for doing what she did.

Waving at her tiny companions, the now 15-meter-tall woman smiled brightly as she neared the trio of Dragon ladies, her steps slowing to a jog, then a walk. “I’m here! Sorry for the hold up!”



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Isaiah Spade
CS Link
SCENE:
Dragons Arc 1: Scene 1 [Rogue of the Night]
LOCATION:
East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Isaiah, Kairong, Reveler
ROGUE OF THE NIGHT
Isaiah nodded as Black gave him more information on Swallowtail. Having a better description of the primary suspect was helpful for the search, and he'd need to update the others at a later time. The explanation also helped him understand Silence's aggressive behavior a little more. While it still wasn't known what caused the deceased Dragon to turn violent, it most likely had to do with the missing worker. Everything kept coming back to her, supporting Reveler's claim.

If he wanted to find out if Silence leaked any information, Raven was the person to ask. He wasn't sure if the other members of the investigation team had questioned her yet, but he'd be sure to let them know about the new lead. He'd also be sure to let them know about her sense of hearing. It was possible that he was looking too deep into it, but Black's comment gave him the idea that Raven could've been an HP. There were already quite a few workers with Potentials, so it wouldn't be surprising.

When Black was finished speaking, Isaiah's smile widened a little. "Thank you. I'll be sure to let you and Silver know if I find anything out." He continued to speak gently, but his tone sounded more apologetic now. "I'm sorry if me asking brought up any bad memories. I was just worried, but I should've been more considerate. I guess I'm still not over it, and those feelings made me act a bit selfishly." He didn't think he needed to specify which event he was referring to. Getting information was important, and he would get it the best way he knew how. However, that didn't mean the feelings he ignored to do so were any less genuine. He would've hated it if he made any of the workers feel uncomfortable.

As he apologized to Black, Isaiah felt his phone vibrate again. Keeping up the illusion, he looked down to read a strange message from Ruriko. Unless he'd done something to get on her bad side during her last visit, he doubted that the angry text was meant for him. Thankfully, he was right about that, and his friend quickly cleared things up. However, knowing those words were meant for Jesper wasn't exactly reassuring. Getting a message like that after hearing the chaotic sounds from outside was making him concerned about the other Dragons. What was going on out there?

Before he could reply to Ruri and ask about her situation, he received another message from Kasumi. She would be arriving soon, so he'd need to prepare things for her. With that in mind, he looked at the window behind Black and focused on the space just outside of it. By applying an illusory layer over the area, he'd cover her approach and prevent her from being noticed.

Shortly after putting his illusion in place, he spotted Kasumi. She quickly went to work, gathering all the data she could from the two devices in Silver's office. It seemed like asking for her help had been the right call, as new information concerning Swallowtail was sent to his phone once the search was complete. While he couldn't completely clear the rest of the staff of having any involvement in the murder, the messages and emails made it seem like Silver was being truthful earlier. He felt a little relieved, wanting to believe that the others were innocent in all of this.

In addition to the emails and text messages, Kasumi also mentioned that a phone had been left behind the building. Now they had a reason for why Swallowtail hadn't been responding to Silver. Because she hadn't replied, it'd be difficult to find out how long the phone had been there. If it was recently, then it was possible that their suspect was still nearby.

"Thank you for your help, Cipher. It's possible that Swallowtail is still around, so remember to stay alert. We don't know what's on that phone yet either. Be safe out there, all of you." He was sure Kasumi already knew the risks involved with taking a device that belonged to an enemy, and someone as capable as her was definitely equipped to handle them. However, after the recent information leak, he didn't want to take any chances. FabulousTrash FabulousTrash

After sending the message, he altered his illusion, making it so Kasumi would be undetectable as she went to retrieve the phone. When he knew she was safe and ready to regroup with Yo, he'd remove the veil. In the meantime, he'd forward the newly acquired information to Kairong and Reveler.

"I've attached more information on Swallowtail. According to one of the workers, Raven is the one most likely to know about what Silence said during his time here. If you haven't done so already and have the opportunity, try speaking with her. It's possible that she has a Potential that gives her strong hearing."
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 1: Scene 2 [Money Talks]
LOCATION:
The White Tiger Casino, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Welsha, Charmy, Minato
MONEY TALKS
The squad of armed mercenaries fanned out from the elevator lobby, stepping past overturned tables and chairs, their weapons trained on the woman with her hands raised. Charmy, for her part, maintained her veneer of calm quite well… Though much of that serenity could be attributed to the fact that her eyes were squeezed shut.

One of the mercenaries, evidently the leader, stepped forward, rifle raised and trained on Lady Luck herself. “Get on your knees,” barked the man at the front of the column of soldiers. They had to do it this way, even if it would’ve been more expeditious to just start blasting. Too many cameras. They were—at least, ostensibly—officers of the law. They’d do it quiet. Somewhere other than here… Away from all of these prying eyes. “Hands behind your head.”

Even as he gave the order, his men moved into position. One of them produced a pair of handcuffs reinforced with HP bone powder. They were making ready to ‘escort’ their ‘prisoner’ back to the ‘station’... Assuming she decided to come quietly.

Yes, quiet was good, but that didn't mean it was going to be easy.

Her eyes, for one, were now open, following a quick breath. Just long enough to collect herself. It wasn't a particularly complicated matter. Just the usual recipe for a healthy dose of misfortune. Nothing big. It didn’t need to be showy. In fact, she was to comply with their every whim. No attack came. No distress. Not even so much as a smile. She got on her knees, and put her hands behind her back. From then onward it was in luck’s court.

The cuffs wouldn’t click. The mechanisms failed to bind.

“Is there some trouble?” Her cold gaze kept to the floor, but her head shifted regardless. “Is it the dress? It’s the dress isn’t it. This thing is quite the hassle, trust me.”

This poor, hapless mercenary couldn’t believe his eyes. He could already feel the gaze of his superior officer burning a hole in his temple as he tried, and failed, to secure their prisoner. Once. Twice. Thrice. The fourth time he might’ve mucked it up even if Luck hadn’t been actively working against him, so frayed by that point were his nerves.

Meekly, he offered up, “The cuffs won’t lock.”

With masked annoyance, the squad leader scoffed, “Fuck ‘em. Get ‘er up.” Then to Charmy, he leaned forward and added, his voice barely a whisper, “Try anything and I’ll put a bullet in your head,” as he nudged her shoulder with the butt of his rifle for emphasis.

She offered a closed-eye smile. "Of course." She even matched her words with her actions, and already rose back up on her feet. She made sure to keep her arms well-placed at her back, tangled but firm. There wasn’t even a pause, or a lethargic pace with the intent to dampen their headway. It was all very impressive on the surface, but just beneath was a rickety realm of contemplation. There was no way to tell just how much time she needed to buy. A realization that was never once accompanied by doubt. Help would come. It was just a matter of timing.


The remainder of the mercenary company that had been tasked with securing the casino were now dead, or soon-to-be, their bodies strewn across the floor of the lobby. A pair of Albino Tigers caught the next elevator up to the penthouse to finish their work.

Minato—a fresh-faced Veteran—was in the midst of chattering away as the elevator ticked the floors away when Welsha—his fellow Tiger—passed him a gas mask.

“So, as I was sayin’— Oh! A mask! For me? Gee, thanks!” Minato deftly secured the gas-mask to his face as the floors ticked ever higher.

Welshas smile had never faltered at all today, her eyes were closed as she responded “Of course! Anytime Mr. Maeda”

Welsha had both her hands behind her back, a habit of hers for when she is charging a powerful lowly toxic level blast of smoke. Keeping her eyes closed and hands behind her back typically helped her hide, her intent. Since it would be harder to see the glowing from her hands and eyes if a person was unable to see it. Plus she had no use for her eyes as the ticks of the elevator would give her all the forewarning she would need.

With one final Ding! They had reached their destination. Top of the world. The elevator doors parted. It was showtime. ~


There was a brief span of seconds between the elevator doors opening—in which both Charmy and the platoon of men with guns and combat gear stared into the elevator car, as the pair of ascending Albino Tigers stared back at them—where time seemed to dilate. Silence spread like a fog and engulfed the scene for one breath, maybe two… Before all Hell broke loose. Again.

Without much forethought Welsha had quickly aimed her hand at everyone outside the room, and blasted them all with steaming hot smoke. An attempt to stun everyone in the room all while impairing their vision, and not wasting a single second Welsha opened her eyes then exited the elevator quickly moving around them all in order to get out of their line of fire.

Bullets fly, muzzles flashing into the burgeoning mist, as fifteen more Tigers piled out of the elevator and started wailing on the nearest dazed and confused merc they could find. They were all wearing gas masks to conceal their conspicuously identical faces, though there was no missing the fact that they all shared the same, peculiar crop of messy black hair streaked with gold.

In the midst of the Chaos Welsha had mostly avoided the mercenaries instead focusing on getting to Charmy, upon reaching them she had quickly pulled them to the side and placed a gas mask onto their face. Giving a warm greeting that was likely drowned out by the chaos, ”Hello, Ms.Devlin, glad to see you are alright.” Welsha then went on to try to lead Ms.Devlin away from the whole mess, opting to leave the fighting to Minato.

And fight he did.

With their numbers’ advantage evaporated, the squad was forced to suddenly contend with an equal number of adversaries, who all had the added boon of gas masks, sparing them from the worst of the steam that curled around the necks of each gunman unfortunate enough to be caught in its clutches.

The next handful of minutes were full of sound. The sounds of gunfire. The sounds of bone-breaking fists, and feat. The sounds of bodies hitting the floor, never to rise again… Whether to the roiling steam or a mimicked fist to the face, the invaders fell. One by one.


Only when all the enemies were dealt with did Welsha come back out, with Charmy in tow, giving Minato a short lived handclap on a job well done.

“Uhm, great job Mr. Maeda” and as she looked across the floor seeing all the bodies her smile had all but disappeared for a moment, replaced with a concerned gaze.

“Phew! That was wild!” Minato bounced energetically on one foot, alternating between the floor and the unmoving breast of a man in riot gear. He was once again one again. His others, once their job was done, were dismissed to realms unknown.

“But we won!.. We won, right? That was all of ‘em?”

It was. And it seemed all’s well that ended, well… Suppose it depends on where you’re standing, doesn’t it?

“... OHHH! RIGHT!” Minato suddenly, violently exclaimed. He rapped his knuckles thrice against the side of his head, as though chastising his brain for its forgetfulness. “Thaaaat reminds me! Where’s, uh… Li’l girl? Y’know,” he held up his hand, palm down, approximately one Alice’s distance off the floor. “S’about yea high. Kinda cute. Kiiiinda weird. Ya seen ‘er around lately?” His eyes were on Charmy. This was the last loose end. Minato had it on good authority that the Boss wanted to wrap this all up neat and tidy with a bow.

She turned to face his voice, but offered no words. Then she swiveled back towards Welsha. There was discernible hesitation, before an audible sigh. “Much obliged Welsha.” Then to Minato. “Maeda was it?” Another pause—reluctance. “Yes, Alice. I suppose she’d be in Janay’s hands now. I couldn’t say much more than that. Considering I was a bit… preoccupied.” Her hand rested against her head. This whole ordeal had been much more of a headache than anticipated.

Welshas look of concern towards the scene went away after receiving a bit of appreciation from Charmy. Her smile reappeared on her face, but faltered a bit when she saw Charmy put her hands on her head, as if she had a headache. Welsha gave Charmy a concerning look before gazing towards Minato “You plan on finding Alice? If you would need assistance you can always give me a call at a later date, right now I think Ms.Devlin would do well with some rest as of now.”

“Oh, oh! Sure, sure, sure.” Minato nodded agreeably. “Yeah… I’m pretty sure there’re guys on tha’ way ta’ take care a’...” He waved a hand toward the carnage in the casino. “All a’ this, so… Yeah! Go ‘head. G’night, ladies. Catch ya’ on tha’ flip-side, homies.”

He shot them both a two-fingered salute from each hand, fired from the hip. Bang, bang.

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End Of Placidity

Collab: Red-Riding (Me), Lorrin ( Pik Pik ), Omar ( Vahn Vahn )

New Game [NEO TWEWY]

<<< Remember

The roofs were but mere obstacles in her way as her exit route was secured. She glanced left and right as she did her best to weave out of the line of cameras. Her last jump landed as she brought herself down from the upper roofs with a leap. The crowds were just as much an obstacle for his fellow dragons as they were for herself. The only difference is that she knew better than to get entangled in them if she didn’t need to.

A glint of light shone as the knife came for her leg. With a twist of her body she just barely avoided having a knife still in her skin but couldn’t avoid the actual attack itself as she felt her right leg start to give from under her. She threw her weapon down as a steadying measure using it much like one would use a cane.

“There is nowhere to run now you're injured and even with your ability you won't get far I suggest you just give yourself up now.” Lorrin would walk into view upon her landing he's gotta say it's rather impressive how she was able to save herself from what should have been a rather nasty fall. Glancing behind him it seems as though his other teammates have gotten caught in the crowd and will likely no longer be any help moving forward, no matter, he works best alone anyway. Drawing his spare blade he slowly approaches her with his gun also pointing directly at her in the other hand. “So what's it going to be?”

“Are you even giving me a choice? Do you really consider being at the mercy of Dragons better than being free?”

She spoke the words before pushing off her scythe having the majority of her weight in the leg that hadn’t been struck. Her limp was pronounced as she swung the scythe aiming to slice the approaching male.

“In a way, it's the difference of going about this the hard or easy way. Regardless, your fate was sealed the moment you tried messing around here.”

Lorrin effortlessly reflected the swing with his own blade absorbing a bit of the force behind the blow, a moment later a brief glow appears around the as he goes to knock her out with the blunt side of it.

“Give it up, you're outmatched.”

“Well if my fate was already sealed. Well then I have nothing left to lose now do I?”

With the quip, she slammed down on both feet forcing herself to attack through the pain as she jumped high into the air before bringing a leg down in a slamming motion aiming for the other's head as she landed.

“Still not using that brain I see.”

Stepping out of the range of the blow he goes for a strike with his own weapon aiming for her other leg.

She didn’t have time to quip back as he stepped out of her range. Instead, her foot hit the ground causing an impact sinkhole from the force of her blow as the road shattered slamming pavement up. She jumped as he came closer still aiming to incapacitate her legs. With difficulty, she managed to swing her body causing the blade to connect with her already injured leg.

“FUCK. What is your damn PROBLEM? Can you not leave well enough alone? IF YOU’RE GOING TO DO THIS MUCH AT LEAST STRIKE TO KILL.”

“Well Excuse me, princess, If I wanted you dead I would already have done that! Now be a good little princess and go the fuck to sleep!”

Jack-O'-Lantern walked among the crowds as the strange ability, Fear Manipulation, willed itself into the minds of the crowds. Jack-O'-Lantern already planted a seed of fear with his earlier comments and with Fear Manipulation working its magic, all the people around Jack-O'-Lantern started to feel an unexplainable fear and dread as if their own minds and instincts are shouting at them nay screaming in fear at them as if all sense of logic had abandoned them and all that remains is to get away from this entity.

Jack-O'-Lantern got closer and closer to the fight of Lorrin Yumi and the Lady in red. Jack-O'-Lantern was impressed that Lorrin Yumi was able to wound the lady in red however Jack-O'-Lantern was upset that Lorrin Yumi was trying to end the hunt but Omar told Jack-O'-Lantern that Yo Saiwa wanted the suspicious people.

Jack-O'-Lantern watched the ongoing fight between Lorrin Yumi and the Lady in red and edged slowly and slowly behind the lady in red waiting for the right moment to step in. Jack-O'-Lantern seems to be gathering data from the Lady in red and Lorrin Yumi.

Lorrin would then go to step out of the way and then proceed to attempt to wack her with the blunt side of his gun but be sure to have his knife at the ready in case he has to reflect an attack.

She planted herself in a solid stance waiting for the next blow knowing she had a greater range than the other unless he went for trying to shoot her. His handling of the gun would have been an easy way to let the fool harm himself if he were an NP. He would need to get closer to strike with the knife.

As he went for the swing with the gun she used her position to attempt to throw his arm off with her elbow and swipe his neck with the blade of her scythe from the back with her other hand.

“EAT SHIT AND DIE”

A brief smile flashes across his face as she swiped his neck the cut hart like hell and if he was anybody else that would have likely been game over for him. The all too regular glow appeared around the cut absorbing some of the force behind the blow the glow then reappeared around his knife that he had prepared moments before to reflect the upcoming attack. In one fell swoop, the knife came up against the scythe cutting the blade off of the weapon.

“Checkmate”

Her scythe was suddenly in two pieces. She heard the blade clang as it hit the pavement below. She lashed out with what was left as she threw her weight into swinging with the wood in her hands. She just needed an out, she just needed to cross the river. She took a step back aiming to get out of Lorrin’s reach with the opening her swing left her.

Lorrin would reach out and grab what is left of the weapon mid-swing causing a bit of the energy from the blow to be absurd in the act. Yanking it away from its owner and tossing it to the side. And without any words, he would approach her and with a swift flick of his wrist and with the energy taken would knock her out.

Jack-O'-Lantern had seen enough and took his time to edge towards the lady in red blindside but then he stopped as soon as he saw Lorrin attempting his attack against the lady in red. However, it might not be enough as Jack-O'-Lantern approached closer and closer to stay just close enough to use the war pick on the lady in red.

Lorrin would hold up one hand towards Jack catching the girl in the other. “No need shes out.” He would sheath his weapons as well as toss the now unconscious girl over his shoulder. “She will be out for a few hours I'm going to bring her in, can you do me favor and keep an eye on the area just in case her people are still around.” And without waiting to hear a reply he starts walking off towards HQ, Along the way he pulls out his phone sending a message to Yo “Bringing a girl who claims to be a part of a group known as the Cobalt Wolves, tried to run upon showing suspicious behavior. Recommend restraining her movement before questing. - L”

 




End Of Eye of Providence



Collab: Yo (me) | Meirin ( QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel ) | Kasumi ( FabulousTrash FabulousTrash ) | Kazue ( azenva azenva )




<<< Remember
Yo stopped beside Paradise Forever as Kasumi made her stop. She took a seat at the edge of the wooden deck that wrapped around the whole building. She took the moment to allow the chilled breeze to run through her hair as she closed her eyes.

She was tired.

Her phone was going off again. The specific vibration notification told her that it was a local news alert.

Ignoring it for now, she leaned back on her hands as she just took the moment to relax, waiting for Kasumi to return from her errand. Or Meirin to appear. They would wait for both.

Kazue was in the same boat as Yo, having no responsibilities but to hurry up and wait. In pther words, it was the perfect time to practice her background idling animation, and truly become an NPC. Standing. No sitting. Silent. More silent. Perfect.
…Ok, enough of that bit. Moving on.

The sound of Meirin’s voice grabbed the Queen’s attention and she looked up and over, noting the other’s height. “Oh, you’re fine. We’re waiting on Cipher to get back from her errand here.

She patted the deck beside her, an invitation to sit. “We might as well relax while we have the moment until she returns. How are you feeling, Rin?

A little tired and very confused,” Meirin answered honestly. As she approached the wooden deck Yo sat on, 15-meter-tall woman’s body started to shrink, returning back to her normal 5’06’’ size. Meirin took a seat in the spot indicated by the Dragon Queen, her legs crossed, as she watched Cipher work. Running around and using her potential had been a bit exhausting now that she thought about it so a small break was nice. “And you, M’am? How are you doing?

Yo was quiet for a moment, looking off at the gardens that surrounded the brothel. After that brief moment, she turned to look at Meirin with a soft grin, “I’m fine. We have a lot going on but it’s something I can deal with. All of your support is appreciated.

Merin nodded solemnly. “I’ll help. Whatever I can do, I’ll do it.

Pause.

...so, uh, what exactly are we doing again?

Once Cipher returns, we’re going to look for a laptop nearby. She has a better read on its location—“ Yo tilted her head slightly, unsure what information she had been told regarding that. “The laptop was the source of the data leak we experienced.

Yo then heard footsteps approaching that she assumed was Kasumi, she stood up.

Are we ready to go?

Kasumi nodded, her hands resting on the straps of her backpack.

All the information I could find, I sent to Isaiah. I also found a phone that was abandoned in the dumpster, presumably belonging to Swallowtail. I can fully analyze it when we return to HQ.

Nice, Kasumi!” Jumping to her feet after Yo, Merin grinned at the glasses-wearing girl. “I’m sure that’ll help Izzy and the rest of them investigate a ton.

Great work,” Yo nodded with a grin. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. We always do.” She started down the path, a little more pep in her step. Whether it was the small rest that adjusted her outward mood, or she had better feelings after Kasumi’s and Meirin’s company and hard work— regardless of the reason, Yo was feeling less emotionally heavy. Looking back over her shoulder to Kasumi, “Can you go ahead and lead us the rest of the way? You would have a better grasp of where the laptop is.

Kasumi nodded. As the group walked, she periodically pinged the laptop’s IP address, something she had memorized when she first found it earlier through the network.

They would come upon the cafe that the laptop was hanging out in, not far off from where Meirin had destroyed the guns. Yo didn’t hesitate to walk into the cafe. Despite how late it was, in this area it was normal for a cafe to still be open.

Inside was dead silent. The barista was missing, presumably hiding in the back. She had peeked her head around the wall, her body shaking like a leaf but said not a word.

Yo scanned the scenery of the cafe silently. “Spread out, find it. We need to see if there’s any data we couldn’t get from afar and then destroy it.” Though the assumption was that Kasumi would be able to find it the quickest, if not immediately.

Her phone buzzed and she checked the notification. The text said, “Bring-in a girl who claims to be a part of a group known as the Cobalt Wolves, tried to run apon showing suspicious behavior. Recommend restrain her movement before questing. - L

A grin came upon her face as she sent a quick text back, “Approved. Take her to the Underground.” ( Pik Pik )

Good.

Not all was lost.




 
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It happened so fast Delynn had only a moment to process what Kisara was doing before she was in the air. Soaring like a brick she impacted hard against the metal of what she could tell was the truck. Running a hand through her hair she let out a huff before pushing herself up and onto her feet once again. The truck was moving and while she wanted to get out of there she also didn’t want to leave her vehicle behind. Jumping out the back she was a ways down the road and noticed the lights inside the adjacent houses. Taking the opportunity to juice up abit she made her way up a pole and tapped the live wire. The jolt was enough to get her body tingling and her mind swimming before being pulled back to the forefront.

Leaping off she hit the ground and broke into a sprint towards her car. She could see the lights of the police just ahead and the figures of what she imagined were only police at this point. Opening the charging port of her car she dumped the energy she got a minute ago into the car. The battery took the sudden charge like a champion and while she knew she’d have to check the battery and the car itself later she was sure it would at least start. Closing the port she climbed into the car and started it up before quickly making an exit from the scene.

Switching on the car's autopilot she slid the seat back and immediately began to tense up, her body feeling like it had been thrown into a wood chipper. “Wow… this sucks.” She grumbled, her chest black and blue. Reaching in the backseat she took out another shirt and quickly changed, tossing the other one into the back. Taking out her phone she quickly sent a text to Yuudai “What now?"
 

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End Of Training Day



Collab: Reika (me) | Dimitri ( The Prophet The Prophet ) | Vulken ( Nobody Special Nobody Special ) | Libla ( Peckinou Peckinou ) | NPCs Galore ( BriiAngelic BriiAngelic )




Nine Hours, Nine Persons, Nine Doors - Imaginary


<<< Remember

The sound of a child’s cry caught Reika’s immediate attention as soon as they were on the boat, completely ignoring the young adults or teenagers that already existed, talking to them.

Dimitri leaned back on the railing, immediately pulling out his phone to respond to the texts he received from Lyric. He should probably tell her to brace herself for when they inevitably arrive before anything else. ‘Heyyyyy, so we’re probably fine, but uhhhh don’t panic when you get here. Just saying. Also it was the dragons who did it, not us. See ya when you’re heree <3

Reika stood for a moment, not allowing her feelings to make a specific expression upon her face. She cast a yellow gaze over at Dimitri, whom she just told she wouldn’t be giving him any of her ammo.

She didn’t like backtracking but sometimes… things happen.

Reaching a hand up, she tugged the non-melted horn from her forehead. The one that had melted required a harder tug, the once-molten metal that had cooled against skin required enough force to tear some of her skin with it. She rubbed the spot with the back of her hand as she tossed the ruined horns into the river. Those weren’t her only pair– she had tons and Hector could help make her more as well.

Hornless, Reika looked to Dimitri, she held her hand out, “I understand if you’d rather not because I just said I’d rather keep them, but… if you would please? You can have a drink immediately after.

"Oh no no, I'm never one to turn down a good drink. Sounds like an excellent price to pay, all things considered." Dimitri laughed briefly, before interlocking his hand with Reika's and waiting for the sudden appearance of wounds with a smile.

Reika appreciated her sponsoree. She was a difficult one to convince but Dimitri just suited what she needed so well. Grateful that he agreed, she squeezed his hand gently and allowed the wounds to transfer to him– to a lesser degree, mind you.

Releasing Dimitri’s hand, Reika would approach the whimpering child and crouch down, trying to soften her expression. With less wounds upon her person, thanks to Dimitri, hopefully she wouldn’t appear as scary. Couldn’t wipe the blood upon her person away, but at least nothing was open.

Dimitri stayed behind, briefly shivering some in response to the new injuries before they quickly seemed to fade away in wake of a healing factor. It didn’t stop the flash of annoyance from gracing his features as he looked down at the fresh bloodstains on his soaked clothes, however.

You’re hurt. Can I take the pain away?” Her voice was quiet, only meant for the child.


The child’s cries started to subside as Reika approached. Despite the desperate clinging to the girl growing stronger he turned his head more to Reika as she spoke to him.

T-take a-away?

His confusion was clear on his face as she spoke.

Holding her hand out, she grinned softly, “Yes. All you have to do is touch my hand.” Dimitri peeked into view behind Reika a few meters behind, giving the small child a wide smile and a thumbs up as if to assure them that it would be alright to trust the woman trying to help him. He didn’t know the kid, but smiles went a long way.


The girl he was clinging to clearly had her reservations about the child doing so. If her posture wasn’t enough to say so with her positioning herself between the two then the words she spoke were more than enough.

You clearly just hurt someone doing that. Is it possible for you to heal Ma’am? No offense but with all that happened I’m not sure he needs anyone poking around with him with potential.


Well that’s just not true, I'm fine! See?” pulling up his wet shirt he exposed the fact he was uninjured, though kept quiet on the why in the face of the girl’s accusation. “See? Just a couple stains on my shirt, I'm not injured at all. It’ll be fiinneee~” Dimitri mused, tapping his torso where the injuries used to be before bringing his shirt back down.

The child stiffened up slightly at the older girls words clearly remembering the terror of Shen’s attack on the bridge. However despite the wariness of the girl the child let go and instead reached out to Reika hesitantly.

Okay Miss Queen.

Q-queen?


The girl said so with shock in her voice quickly marking herself as a Citizen from the East rather than one from the south.

Reika briefly glanced up at the girl, not bothering to give a response to her “outlash,” before looking back at the child that was reaching out to her. The girl was probably being protective but Reika wouldn’t dream of harming a child. She moved her hand closer to the kid’s, but ultimately was giving him the choice. “What’s your name, Honey?


Killian” the boy said as he grasped her hand firmly turning it into a handshake.

A lovely name. I’m Reika,” a soft chuckle escaped her after such a firm grip. She had expected something a little more shy— like a poke. Just as soon as she had felt him grab her hand though, she was already working to take all of the injuries he had, “You have a firm grasp. Shows how strong you are.” She could feel a cold bite in her fingers as well as the leg injury that had caused her to notice him. “We’ll see if we can find your Mother, but let’s get you to safety first... How’s that feel?


In the background, Dimitri quietly called out “Toooold you~!” now that he was okay.

The child bit his lip before nodding seemingly emboldened by the sudden lack of pain.

Yeah I-

He was cut off by the sudden jerk of the boat reaching top height being just slightly below being level with the railing of the upper deck. Reika instinctually reached out to steady the boy so he wouldn’t fall over from the jerking. Above there was Lavinia getting ready to help lift people out of the boat and over the railing if they were too injured to do so themselves.

Ah- Su-Succubus?!?!?


Her face seemed to pale as she saw the queen.

Haha, Something the matter? You look like you’ve done something bad and don’t wanna get caught. Scary sight, seeing the Queen?” Dimitri mused, joking around as he stuck out his tongue briefly before securing his gear. His gun was probably waterlogged and useless right now, but he patted his side to make sure it was there anyways. “Anyways, glad you’re okay Mr. Killian. Make sure you move some though, get the juices flowing so you’re warmer after all that.

I think it might be best to take this conversation to the deck? There are a few injured here.


Reika grinned, amused. No words need be had by her. It would be pointless. She hopped up onto the boat, reaching her hand down for Killian to grab so he could get up without issue. If he took it, anyway.

Killian grasped the hand offered to him as he worked to hop above the railing. The girl he had clung to did her best to help him as well to get onto the ledge to be pulled over before the blue haired girl went on to help others over the railing as well.

Thank you, Miss Queen.

From the main dock Lavina had gathered her wits and began to rally the people once more having regained her megaphone.

R-right ah GRAB THE TOWELS! YOU GUYS GET THE INJURED INSIDE! ALL OF YOU GET INSIDE THE DECK IT'S BEEN HEATING UP!


Soon everyone had left the lift raft as it began to be lowered one more for any additional stragglers. The blue haired girl took to leaning on the upper decks railing looking out to the water despite being soaked to the bone attempting to get warmth with the towel warped around her arms.

Dimitri’s phone now had a new message as Lyric answered the text sent out earlier with words of her own. “Where are you. Are you all still together?
Vulken could only watch in awe as Libla yelled at him, pure annoyance resonating from every word that came out of her mouth. While the white-haired shadow friend continued scolding him for telling her to leave him behind, his mind remained stuck on a specific detail she mentioned.

Nina…’ He thought to himself, slowly bringing a hand to his face with his eyes facing the ground beneath them. Today wasn’t supposed to end up like this. It was supposed to be fun. He had failed. Not only Nina, and the others by making them worry about him– he had failed himself. And as far as he was concerned, it was all his fault.

But, the dragon within him would have to wait to burn the Steel Tempest down. He’d get his revenge. That metal planet would be hit with the biggest supernova New Oasis has ever seen.

Now bandaged, Vulken slumped down, sitting on the ground in the same position he had been in when he spoke with Kanna. With his head still lowered in mourning for his fellow gangmate, he finally opened his mouth to respond.

“‘Yer right, Libby. I’m bein’ an idiot, huh?” He had no choice but to comply. He didn’t have the energy to do anything else at that moment but sit there and wallow in a pool of his own mistakes.

You win. Go help whoever you can, and don’t get yourself hurt. I’ll stay here, promise.

Liblas' eyes softened as he became crestfallen, her annoyed facial expression soon turned to a sympathetic one. As she couldn’t leave him to be in this state, so crouching down Libla grabbed Vulkens cheeks and brought his face up so that he was forced to look her in the eyes.

Vulken, I’m sorry for scolding you like that, It’s just I'm very worried about you and don’t want to see you get yourself killed. We already lost one Phoenix today, we don’t want to lose another, still I’m very happy you were able to fend off those Dragons long enough for me to extract you. You did a good job today, none of this was your fault.

In a spur of the moment Libla gave Vulken a quick peck on his forehead before letting go of him, adding on to say “I’m a go now, just stay here until Reika and Vamp come get you alright?” Giving Vulken a short lasting smile and wave, as she then speeds off jumping off the ship, with her shadow boots allowing her to run on the water without having to worry about falling in it.

Hey didn’t mean to eavesdrop but like what's your deal? If you’re gonna be a sorry lump you should at least be helping out.


The blue haired woman looked unphased by Vulken’s general demeanor as she complained about her side of the deck having another guest.

Vulken looked up at her, too dazed to even notice her approaching him. Libla's kiss on the forehead wasn't even enough to drag him out of this new... mood. Maybe this unnamed, blue-haired girl was right. He had to keep being strong.

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry."

He'd decided. He'd help out. Even if it was something as simple as helping people stay warm, he'd do his part. There was only one problem, though...

...How was he going to get up if he barely had the strength to stay awake?

With the kid up on deck, and Reika knowing Dimitri could handle himself, she bounced her weight from foot to foot, testing how bad the injury she took off the kid had been. It wasn’t anything much to her thanks to her experience with pain, but imagining it on the child saddened her. The voice of the blue-haired woman asking someone to stop being a sorry lump did grab her attention, to which she turned around and searched, more or less to make sure she got a handle of how many were on the boat and if there were any wayward Dragons to worry about.

Her eyes instead landed on Vulken.

Draken!” Reika didn’t hesitate to crouch down in front of him, placing her hands over his shoulders, concern lacing her eyes. The Queen no longer had her horns, thanks to earlier, and she might as well be injury-less since the kid’s versus what she had were vastly different. “Are you okay?


The Queen's appearance immediately halted Vulken's attempts at getting up, as she was practically holding him down by the shoulders. He allowed their eyes to meet, and was instantly washed over by a wave of relief. She was safe. Dimitri was safe. He didn't have to worry about them anymore. But now, he was the one being worried about.

Slowly, he lifted his hand and brought it up to Reika's shoulder, grinning softly. "Y'know... sometimes I forget how beautiful you are without those horns... Not sayin' you ain't pretty with 'em on, of course..." He tried his best to take the attention off his wound, but he knew it wouldn't be long before she noticed-- if she hadn't already, of course.

His demeanor grew serious very quickly. "Rei, I'm fine... seriously. Are you okay? I lost you guys for a bit..."

Reika released Vulken’s shoulders and sat across from him, “Dimitri took all of my ammo from me and he’s healed from that so we’re fine…” Her eyes hardened slightly, “Can I take that stab from you? I’ll be fine.” Reika’s expression wasn’t directed at Vulken. No— her ire was intended for the Dragon King.


Dimitri waved to the child before moving quickly to catch up with his sponsor and the injured Vulken. As he drew closer he spun around, taking another picture of himself with the other two in frame. 'On a big and kinda nice boat, gonna help Draken out before anything else. Kinda took a metal spike to the chest, but easy enough fix. Gonna take long?' He texted back, before turning back and crouched down next to them, holding a hand over his nose now that he was close to the copious amount of blood from the fellow redhead. "I do believe a certain woman is coming. Anyways, are you feeling okay? Blood loss isn't a joke, and you probably have a lot of adrenaline in your system. The good news is that next time you sleep will probably be the best sleep you've ever had though, so that's good." Dimitri smiled at Vulken, though paused and amended his statement. "I don't mean you'll die! You're just gonna be rrrealllyy tired. Yeah, my bad. Don't worry though, look who's got you." Gesturing toward himself and Reika, he laughed.

"Seriously though V, let my sponsor take that stab from you. I can always get rid of it after this."

Reika confirmed Dimitri’s words with a gentle nod.

Vulken eyed both of his red-headed companions. He hated being worried about. Jack or not, he was still supposed to stand tall as a symbol of his gang’s strength. If people were worrying about him, that meant he was doing something wrong. He planted a hand on the floor of the deck, letting out a loud sigh before speaking.

Nope. I’m tellin’ you guys, I’m fine. Plus, I wouldn’t wanna see you with such an ugly scratch, Rei. No matter how long it’d be there for.

And so, with a light grunt, he pushed himself off of the floor and rose to a standing position. He had to bite the inside of his lip to mask the pain, but he was finally up. Slowly crossing his arms over the bandaged wound, he let out a small ‘heh.’ while looking from Reika to Dimitri over and over again.

See? Fine. Quit worryin’ about me. I’ll be back to normal by tomorrow.

Reika stayed where she was sat as she stared up at Vulken, uncertain in her gaze. “Well, I can’t just force it on you.” Well— she could, but Reika valued choices when it came to her Phoenixes.


Standing up, she ran her fingers through her wet and tangled hair, “Guess we’re on this boat until she gets here.” Her fingers hit a more aggressive tangle, to which she used both hands to rip at. Even when dry, her hair was its own beast to manage.

She turned to the woman with the megaphone and spoke up so she could hear over the chaos of the scene, “Appreciate the lift.

After a cat-like stretch of her arms over her head, she looked out over the dark water. There was a white-hot fury behind her yellow eyes, a bite to her tone.

This isn’t over.


With that, she turned on her heel and went inside the cabin where the pink woman with the megaphone, Lavina, had mentioned was heated.



 
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Meeting the Quota

Collab With: Captain Cutie ( Taigakitt Taigakitt ), Snake (Me), Sang-Cheol & Random Serpents(?) ( Misuteeku Misuteeku ), Yuto & Random Serpents(?) ( Caffeine_Obsessed Caffeine_Obsessed ),

March On [NEO TWEWY]



<<< Remember

He didn’t know if he should be grateful because Yuto stealing his gun at least meant that he was being serious or if he should just be offended by the clear ass grab. Luckily he didn’t have time to deal with that as he dropped further into slight cover. A knife wasn’t the best thing to have as your only weapon but he’d manage. If nothing else the others were solid weapons.

“Why don’t you come out and we can discuss business. This doesn’t need to start in violence.”

And she was here. He took a step out without glancing to where the others were to avoid throwing any suspicion that they may have less numbers than expected.

“Oh yeah huh? Doesn’t need to start in violence?”

He kicked debris as he walked out from the side of a warehouse.

“Whatcha offering that would make not blowing you off the face of the docks a better option here?”

“How about… information on the Dragons. We’ve got quite a bit of it and it can be all yours… if you listen and take our deal.” The woman smiled as she watched the Queen approach, her stance holding no aggression.

Unless the Serpents make her.

The people in their own police vehicles stayed within them, though they were poised to exit quickly if necessary.

“Come off it. If you had Dragons' information then why the hell aren’t you using it against them?”

His stance adjusted slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, loosely holding the knife in his right hand. Despite the slight shift to a more closed posture the tension held in his body lessened mirroring her own lack of aggression though ready to move at a moment's notice.

“But let's say we humor you and see what this deal is. Do you really think it's worth the hassle when we already deal with Dragons well enough? My guys could easily end you all where you stand I wouldn’t need to lift a finger.``

Yuto, curious as to why he wasn’t already hearing gunshots, poked his head out of the warehouse to sneak a peek at the situation. His eyes narrowed at the woman currently talking to Snake. He couldn’t quite pick up what they were saying… so that only left one option for him.

Sating his curiosity, he stepped out of the warehouse, ignoring Snake’s…. Ahem advice to stay hidden. Yuto found himself jogging up just a ways behind his superior, eyeing the cop lady the whole time. The eye on his forehead narrowed in suspicion, staring daggers at her. He did his best impersonation of a new york detective, “So… you’re the seeker eh? Comin to scoop around our territory eh? I see I see.” He said nothing more as he crossed his arms, feigning a serious expression on his face.

Meanwhile, Sang-Cheol was still busy making molotovs. He had at least three dozen of them ready and more to come. At any initiation, Sang-Cheol would be set off and burn the entire dock down at a moment. That probably wasn’t what Snake had in mind, but Sang-Cheol was too far in the deep end to care about what Snake wanted at this point.

He needed to get rid of a few pests such as Yuto. The police would be a nice bonus if they were dumb enough to stay, and seeing some cruisers explode would relieve some of the stress he had accumulated throughout the day. A small fire emitted from Sang-Cheol’s fingertip. He was itching to throw a molotov at a moment's notice.

The woman threw a brief glance at Yuto as she spotted him jogging up, responding to Snake, “I’m well acquainted with what the Serpents are capable of. As for the information on the Dragons… who says we aren’t using it right at this very moment? We could make your struggle… easier. Just call off your King’s kidnapping session, and we could have a deal.” She smiled softly. A stray breeze rustled amongst the group.

He could almost laugh, but that wouldn’t do anything for diplomacy. It seemed the Captain wasn’t quite as informed as she thought she was.

“The fact that you think anyone has the power to call off Yuudai is admirable and foolish. What do you think this is? I just call and he’ll come running? I assume you have some sense left so what is it you really want? Let's be realistic here and maybe we can both benefit. But first I gotta know that your info isn’t going to be useless if you’re asking me to face my own King.”

A confirmed name. A small twitch upwards to the corner of her lips. “Oh, how silly of me. You’re right. Then how about this… answer some of my questions about that special… object you have and you can have a bunch of Dragon names, potentials… addresses and numbers— we have quite a bit here.” She tapped her forehead lightly with her polished finger.

“Object? What? Uh…”

For the life of him Caio couldn’t imagine anything he owned that would be worth any value, whether that value be monetary or otherwise. But if she was being so elusive about it then with the right information he might be able to twist this in their favor. Nothing like free information right? He did his best to steel his face into a stone cold exterior looking every bit like he knew what he was talking about.

“Who told you about it. Did they even tell you what it was?”

Yuto tilted his head in confusion, each of his eyes slowly blinking one after the other. What was this lady talking about? Hmp, well Yuto supposed- as a Rookie, he wouldn’t really know what was going on anyway. He nodded his head, confirming his speculation as he glanced at Snake. An admired expression bloomed across Yuto’s face. His boss was so smart.

A sweet smile graced the woman’s features, “I can’t give away my informant, now can I? Do we have a deal? Dragon information for my questions answered.”

He didn’t want to agree too quickly to a deal he couldn’t finagle, but if he made it work then he would gain information for no cost. Hell he might have a win-win on his hands if he could figure out just what it was she wanted so badly. After all, if a captain wanted it then well… it had to be important.

“Prove to me you know the basics then. What is it? No point in me trading info if your informant can’t even get the basics. You don’t have to go into detail, just something that shows you know what you’re asking for.”

“An accessory.”

An accessory? Did he look like the kind to wear necklaces, pins, or cutesy clips? He twirled his ring around his finger discreetly. He’d only ever worn the one ring…

“Fine, name your price what do you wanna know”

Yuto’s eyes trailed away from the conversation, finally losing interest in whatever nonsense this cop lady had to say. An accessory? How boring… he would’ve thought she was looking for a hostage or something more…. Interesting.

Suddenly, Yuto’s eyes caught sight of a small movement in the corner of his vision. He slowly angled his head for a better view, tilting it slightly in curiosity. He hummed to himself, all three eyes squinting to try and see better. Wait.. he recognized that clothing. It was the Sang-man! Yuto’s eyes brightened, a slow smile creeping onto his face. With a quiet giggle, he skipped away from Snake and the pest, making his way over. As he reached just a few feet away, he hunched down, then launched himself into the air, laughing joyfully. He landed just beside Sang-Cheol, crouching down and pressing the gun he stole from Snake to the side of his face, yelling in his ear, “HEY SANG MAN! WHATCHA DOIN FRIENDO?!” He laughed and clapped Sang’s back, completely unaware if anything was wrong.

As the three eyed man, obviously an HP what with that third eye on his forehead, walked off, the woman used her peripheral vision to keep an eye on him. An amused glint sparkled in her eyes as she responded to Snake, “Where did you find it?”

“Out of the way, nothing more than an old crone’s house. She was real ticked off when she heard I stole her necklace. Too bad too it sold for a pretty penny”

Sang-Cheol’s concentration broke as he felt something pat him on the back. He froze. Why was this happening? How did they know he was here? What were the other doings? For the love of God please don’t tell me the one that was patting him on the back-

It was Yuto.

Yuto who just revealed his location to the cops and everyone else to see.

“Yuto…” Sang-Cheol said as he let out a soft growl. The match inside him was finally lit, but before that he remembered something.

All his past conversations with his therapists slowly flowed into his mind.

“Mr. Man, remember, breath in and breathe out. Relax and recount to three.”

“If you feel stressed, recount a mantra. Like reciting the national anthem, or thinking about happy thoughts.”

“Remember, Mr. Man, violence isn’t always the answer. There are ways to resolve the situation.”

His therapist was a sage beyond his time, or a therapist doing his job well, so under three seconds, Sang-Cheol faithfully followed his instructions.

He was breathing correctly and softly, yes, as ragged breaths of rage and contempt entered and left his system.

The mantra he made for this situation was very effective in this situation. It was like, “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, I’M GOING TO KILL YUTO, I’M GOING TO KILL YUTO,’ and the thoughts of him incinerating, burning, strangling, cremating, burning him again were cycled through his mind.

And the final one. It was sound advice, but there was one flaw. He remembered looking through a forum on the internet for ways to ‘calmly’ resolve a situation and one post stuck out to him.

“Violence isn’t an answer, it’s a question-”

“And it must be done.” Sang-Cheol growled as he rose up. Grabbing Yuto, he threw him out of the alleyway they were hiding and dragged out the dozens of molotovs he had made in the alley. In under a second, one of them lit and Sang-Cheol raised his arm.

“BURN, BURN, BURN TO THE GROUND, BURN, BURN TO THE GROUND,”

“Now, I can’t give all of this information on something where… it doesn’t seem to be the full truth. How about a more specific location? And when you found it?” The Captain said to Snake. She could very much hear the escalating situation with Yuto and Sang-cheol nearby.

—--

“Say, when are we going in?” One of the snakes said as they awaited outside the entry point. They were waiting outside the dock area awaiting orders.

“When we get to it. Snake told us very clearly, he’d give us a signal to go in,” Another snake, most likely a more senior officer, said from another car.

“But, it’s been too long. I’ll have you know I missed out on a good garage sale this afternoon to attend this meeting.”

“You had a good garage sale? I still haven’t eaten breakfast!”

“You guys had something to look forward to too?”

“Shut it!” One of the senior officers said. “Look, we’re going to stay here until we get single, otherwise-”

FRRRRRRROAH

A big explosion was heard and cackling was soon follow after. The snakes turned around from their bickering as the saw a consuming flame over at the docks. The docks were brighter than a birthday cake being celebrated at New Years Eve.

One of the snakes turned to the other and whispered to each other, “Was that the signal?” There was a slight pause before they all jumped in their cars.

“LET’S GO! LET’S FUCK UP THOSE DAMN COPS!” They yelled as they drove to surround the cops from behind.

The cops that were surrounding the docks were now surrounded by Serpents. The officers filed out of their vehicles as they tried to keep them at bay, attempt to arrest any of the Serpents, but ideally, maybe, accidentally find some get caught in an unfortunate incident in the shootout and pass on.


—--------

He wished he could say he had calculated this possibility. But while he knew Sang-Cheol had anger problems he also knew he had a brain. He had failed to calculate the sheer intensity Yuto would drag out. WORSE YET HIS GANG WERE IDIOTS.

“For fucks sake.”

Sang-Cheol meanwhile was throwing molotovs in a frenzy. The molotovs were thrown at Yuto, then at the Police, then at Snake, and then literally everywhere else. The buildings were on fire and the ground itself was paved in flames as Sang-Cheol threw molotovs in every direction.

Yuto’s eyes widened in surprise as he was tossed. What was this? Was Sang finally playing with him?! Yuto’s iris’s dilated, a buzzing energy crawling up from his toes, spine, all the way to the tippity top of his head. The three eyed man’s mouth fell open, a maniacal laugh reverberating out of him. “HAHAHHAAHA THATS IT! LETS PLAY THEN SANG MAN!” Yuto felt nothing but excitement through his veins as fire consumed his vision. However, his eyes were locked onto his target, his playmate. He could feel the fire eating away at his clothes, singing his skin, but he didn’t mind. It only added to the fire inside of him.

With a teeth baring smile, Yuto launched himself towards Sang, attempting to shove him to the floor where no fire was currently touching.

In an instant when Sang-Cheol wasn’t looking, the world whirled around him and his back met the solid ground. When he looked up, he met the spider-eyed freak, known as Yuto, in the eyes and immediately growled. “Yuto! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” He roared as immediately, his hands went for the throat.

Rationally, at this range, Sang-Cheol would have used his flames to incinerate the very flammable Yuto. However, he wasn’t thinking straight as the order from burning to strangling. In a death grip, he attempted to suffocate Yuto. “WHY THE FUCK, DID YOU COME TO ME? YOU COULD HAVE DONE LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE, ASIDE FROM REVEALING MY LOCATION!” Sang-Cheol said as he attempted to switch positions.

Snake took a few quick jumps back as he worked to keep distance between himself and the wildly thrown Molotovs barely managing to keep his eyes on the police that were now moving in closer. Whatever deal they could have had was clearly shattering.

“MATCHSTICKS WATCH YOUR DAMN AIMING.”

The policewoman sidestepped a stray Molotov, a gentle smile still plain in her face. She hadn’t removed her gaze from Snake all the while as she avoided stray flames in casual movements. What she may have thought about the idiotic Serpents wouldn’t really be gleaned but she was absolutely cackling on the inside.

A giggle barely managed to escape Yuto’s throat as his back scraped against the floor. It almost seemed like Sang man wanted to kill him! Yuto could tell his oxygen was cutoff at this point, but he couldn’t take away the toothy grin on his face even if he tried. He clawed at Sang-Cheol’s arms, Yuto’s whispered giggling like he would if he was being tickled to death. With his lungs burning, he kneed Sang’s gut, trying to get him off.

Due to Sang-Cheol’s irregular breathing, the wind was taken out of him and he prematurely released Yuto from his grasp. “WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ANYTHING, DAMN IT!” With that, he got back straight up. His hands were already numb from his previous work and lighting all of those molotovs, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

Through sheer will and hatred, he aimed his fingertips at Yuto. “JUST BURN ALREADY!” With that streams of fires emerged from his fingertips. The seated forward like a torrent of flames at the Spider-Man.

Still, on the ground, Yuto took in quick breaths to soothe his aching lungs. All of a sudden, fire was coming his way. Forcing himself to lunge to the side, the fire scorched his bicep just as he sprung back up. His vision was starting to become hazy, thanks to the lack of oxygen and the smoke filling his nostrils. But that didn’t mean that he wanted this to end just yet.

Taking as big of a breath as he could, he lifted his hand palm side up. White web shot from his fingertip, on Sang’s hand. The fire was just too much of a hassle to deal with. Plus- this made things fair for their game~ no one likes a cheater. Giggling to himself, he surged forward once again, grabbing the collar of Sang’s shirt. He reached into his pocket to search for Snake’s gun, only to find it had been knocked a ways away from when Sang strangled him. Damnit.

Thank god it seemed the idiot of the bunch dropped his gun, he could only imagine how much more this could turn sideways if they started shooting each other. He made a quick stride forwards trying to make the gun. He needed something ranged considering they just lit the fuse of the powder keg. Still the chaos was far away enough that he could try to salvage the deal and not leave empty-handed.

“Cutie you want a location? Sure but you’ll never reach it. It’s deep in serpent territory 102°250°.”

He spat out coordinates not intendending to give more than he got. A deal was only as good as what you could do with it after all. The Dragons info, while nice, did nothing for their bottom line or the Serpents in general… but knowing the potentials of an entire gang? That could help with his own personal goals.

A slight head tilt. Coordinates. That was more narrowed down than she expected. A hum passed her lips. The wind brushed licking flames closer. The bright blaze flashed off her badge as she pulled something from her pocket. A USB, which she tossed at Snake, “Appreciate the deal.” The attempt to get any more out of this would be difficult. Especially if a shootout occurred or something… exploded.

Besides—

She tossed the USB in Snake’s direction, “This way you don’t need to try to remember all of the data. It’s all on that. Here’s a fun tidbit. Orbit is named Kanna, a person you all call a ‘Jack.’ Quite the heavyweight or a feather when she wants to be.”

He tilted his head to the side at the information. Wasn’t quite what he was looking for but he had plenty of others to scourge through. Someone has to have some form of healing or reversal power that would interact better with his own victim’s situations.

“Sure, whatever. Have fun. I have idiots to clean up.”

The woman shrugged, but turned around to return to her vehicle, “As do I.” She could hear her radio going off… talking about the pink-bombed situation that was happening with her Second.

The flames were shot upwards, but Sang-Cheol’s anger grew exponentially. But by that moment, Yuto had already closed the distance. Letting out a rather unsavory growl, his eyes followed Yuto’s hand. He didn’t know what he wanted to grab, but he didn’t want to bet at the end of it. In a fit of rage, he smashed his head against Yuto’s and tried to kick him away.

Taking out his own gun, he aimed it at Yuto and began shooting his clip full of lead.

Was that a fucking gun? Snake was going to wind up ending them if they wound up ending one of each other. He stomped out some fire nearby working to clear a path.


Before Yuto could move away or dodge, bullets were already shooting at him. He ducked to the side, but winced when a few bullets landed on his ribcage. He collapsed on the ground. Thankfully, he wasn’t normal, or else he’d probably be dead. Struggling to get himself up, he was eventually successful, his eyes shooting to glare daggers at Sang. Yuto’s mood had shifted. Oh how he hated guns. With a quiet snarl, he lunged for Sang once again, baring his teeth in an attempt to bite Sang’s neck.

Shit, he already ran out of ammo. Sang-Cheol had unloaded the entire clip at where Yuto was and didn’t have time to reload as Yuto came at him like the rabid animal he was. Sang-Cheol shoved his useless forearm into Yuto’s mouth. “Motherfucker, I got you now!” Dropping his gun, he took out a good reliable brass knuckle. He let out a big swing at Yuto’s head.

Before Yuto could clamp his teeth down and inject his venom, something extremely hard was knocked over the side of his skull. His head was tossed to the side, blood trickling down and soaking in his hair, matting it. Yuto let out a loud, painful groan, clutching his head and hunching over. It felt like he was stabbed in the side of his skull. He panted out a painful breath, squeezing all three of his eyes shut.

Suddenly, a flashback emerged behind his eyelids. The warehouse…. His siblings. He could vividly picture Kota and him.. fighting. Kota flew above him, his bee wings a blur. He could see his expression… Kota looked… sad. Scared. Yuto could tell he didn’t want to do this. But their parents were here. They couldn’t disappoint them. One of them had to die. And Yuto was going to make sure that it wasn’t him, no matter the cost. Kota zoomed towards him just as Yuto stuck a string of web to the ceiling and lifted himself forward, Kota and Yuto a hair’s breadth away from colliding and- He remembered this. Oh god how he wanted to forget. Why did it have to come back and haunt him now? This was not the time for that- nor will it ever be. His eyes snapped open, and he stumbled on his feet, barely managing to catch himself. He was still clutching his head, hunched over. Yuto could feel tears pricking his eyes. He began muttering under his breath, uncontrollably, “no…. No… no no… nonononononononono!” Yuto sobbed, hot tears running down his face. His body collapsed on the floor. His knees lifted to his chest, and he cradled his head in a defensive manner. “No no nonononono!….” Sobs we’re wracking his body. He couldn’t stop even if he tried.

Sang-Cheol being the voice of peace and pacifist in this situation only did the right thing, in his mind, in this situation. With another swing of a brass knuckle, he proceeded to knock out Yuto. With ragged breaths, he was about to do more, but hesitated. “Fucking damnit…” Sang-Cheol said as he pushed his sunglasses against the bridge of his nose.

Putting his gun and knuckle back into his pocket, he grabbed the back of Yuto’s shirt. “Sorry Snake, but I’m going to back out with Yuto right now,” Sang-Cheol yelled above the flames. “Fucking rookies…” With a curse, he began to drag Yuto out of the area. He had practically set the entire dock on fire, but if he was careful enough, he should get them out of the fire’s way.

The sound of a skirmish on the outskirts alerted him to the other serpents coming in as backup. Even more gunfire rained. Well they had what they wanted and set enough cops on fire…

“SANG GRAB THE CAR.”

He dragged out the communicator once more.

“Serpents fall back, we’re done here.”

The sound of a radio beeped, “Enough. We’re going to help Vargfang clean up.”


 
DRAGON'S
SCENE:
Dragons Arc 1: Scene 4 [Reckoning]
LOCATION:
East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ruri, Jesper, Kanna, Shen
RECKONING
Beneath the bridge, Shen went to work. His mind was a mask of serene calm, the placid eye in the midst of this gathering maelstrom. He thought nothing of the blistering pain that wracked his body with each wave of his arms. He thought nothing of the confrontation on the bridge, nor the actions he took after. Was he remorseful? Did he regret? Did the cries of the innocent reach him, in spite of the vast gulf of space that divided him from those he’d sent to the river? He did not know. He didn’t think about it right now. All he knew—the only thought that occupied his mind—was the task laid out before him, a task he intended to complete.

Huge arcs of submerged metal twisted and screamed as they were stripped from the corpse of the Western Bridge, plucked from their watery grave, and folded uncompromisingly into place by Shen’s indomitable will. Sheets of steel coiled themselves around faltering mortar and cement columns to keep them from toppling into the raging river below and taking the rest of the bridge down with them. Shen worked with impassive efficiency, even as a single bead of sweat trickled from his brow, weaving his arms in an intricate dance… A duet, with the eviscerated metallic skeleton of the Western Bridge as his partner. Lifting both arms over his head, Shen watched on as two massive, iron cobbled-together hands—crude mimics of his own—clamped around the Eastern Bridge, iridescent fingers enveloping cracked and ruined asphalt. Slowly but surely the rumbling on the bridge quelled to a tremor that shuddered once more before all was still. The East’s Bridge would not fall this day.

Shen had precious little time to rest, however, for the sounds that came from below. He turned his eyes toward the earth below, and the roiling, dark waters that churned and swallowed everything that they could… Shen could still make out the flicker of headlights beneath the waves. There was more work yet to be done.


“Stupid Kanna,” she muttered under her breath as she peered through the windows of the cars she sprinted by, checking for any civilians that may be trapped. It wasn’t like she didn’t care about the civilians that fell in the river but she knew well enough that would be a wasted effort. She should have tried harder to convince Kanna to help on the bridge instead —- no, she should have tried harder for the Jack position. Her jaw clenched at the thought of Shuwei’s words after their fight, that she should have fought harder, that she should have kept fighting regardless of being disarmed. Maybe tonight would have gone differently had she fought tooth and nail. It didn’t matter anymore, at least, not right now. Her main priority was clearing the bridge of civilians.

She slowed her pace as she neared the pile-up that was caused by the semi truck, “OI, ANYONE HERE?” Ruriko circled a few of the cars that were blocked in, either sandwiched by surrounding vehicles or by the truck itself. She could see a couple of drivers and passengers, either weakly waving for help or unconscious in their vehicles. Before diving straight into this search and rescue, she opened up a portal behind herself and linked another further towards the Eastern District. Hopefully, the distance would be sufficient enough for them to get the proper help.

Then she got to work, ripping open car doors and carrying any civilians that couldn’t walk on their own. It was a hassle in itself, having to carry them, portal through, set them down, and portal back. At least most of them were able to walk by themselves, only having superficial wounds, at most a broken arm or two. In all honesty, she wanted this night to be over. She was still pissed off at Kanna and she just wanted to be home alone at this point.


Kanna drowned out the cries of those who failed to grip onto the truck trailer, hearing them fade away behind her. It was painful, to say the least. But she maintained her composure for the moment, her focus on maintaining the stability of the trailer for those who were able to climb on.

Her eyes moved upward as she caught a glimpse of movement. Kanna watched as Guardian floated down and began searching for others to rescue. Briefly, Guardian paused their movement, assessing whether or not a person was worth saving.

After his brief greeting to the Jack, Guardian had looked back over the water, face unchanged. There were still so many cars and people in the water; the idea of moving them all one by one… it sounded like a hassle.

But relief came quickly.

After watching Guardian go back and forth a couple more times, Kanna sighed, raising a hand while keeping her other in contact with the trailer. She signalled for Guardian to stop, as by now the ones trapped were gone.

He nodded to Kanna, hovering back towards the bridge with no hesitation.

Kanna followed after, lifting the trailer alongside her. She made sure to keep it level. Once she was back at the edge of the bridge, Kanna slowly turned the trailer vertically, then tilted it slightly to let the civilians slide off and back onto the bridge. Once they were all off, Kanna placed the trailer back on the bridge gently, letting it return to normal gravity.


Up on the bridge, Jesper found a lack of much to do; the civilians had all been rescued, and the stragglers all deceased by now. Making clicking noises with his mouth, Guardian hovered up to perform one more check of the defusing situation. One twirl later, and Jesper was back on his phone.

gonna disconnect rn. job done here and gonna be supes busy later.

And sent. With the destruction of most of Guardian’s assets, Jesper had more things to worry about than the occurrence here.

Sparing one more glance at the destroyed bridge, a thought briefly crossed his mind of what would happen with the Phoenixes in the future. That, and the fact his mind averted from at any point: he was the one responsible for this.

Guardian began to blur and pixelate, then absorbed in a red flash. And, in moments, the avatar was gone.

Back at the surveillance building, Jesper went to get a bottle of soda with his Craico bag.


Kanna looked around, spotting Ruriko, who was finishing up with her own rescue efforts. As much as Kanna wanted to tell her that she was wrong, it was clear to the Jack that right now was not the best time. For a moment, she reflected back on the words that were exchanged between them. Perhaps when things more or less returned to normal, Kanna would then approach Ruriko. But right now, Kanna wanted a drink.


... At last, Shen rose over the bridge like the sun rises in the East, with a string of water-logged cars in tow, strung behind him by some invisible force. One by one he set the cars down on the bridge. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he tore off each car’s driver’s side door to let the river-water drain and free whomever may have been trapped inside. Had this been all of those poor souls who had gone into the river tonight? Impossible to say… Shen had done all he could for the people down below. Now it was time to turn his attention to other matters.

Stepping out onto the ruined ledge that once led onto the Western Bridge, Shen peered into the waters below, at the boats that battled the currents to save as many civilians as they could. If he could spot the crop of redheads on the boat below, he made no reaction to it. Then his gaze turned westward. He could not see the faces of those who stared back at him from across that vast gulf of space where a bridge had once stood, but he could imagine them well enough. He let his feet leave the cracked asphalt, rising a little higher… He found to some surprise that he wanted them to see him.

So, this was war? Then so be it.
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 1: Scene 3 [The High Life]
LOCATION:
The Board Room, Tiger HQ, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Isobel, Elias, Callahan, Ezra
THE HIGH LIFE
As the two rookies entered, Isobel instinctively slinked away to the back of the group, trying her best to make herself unseen which wasn’t very hard considering how everyone seemed to tower over her. There was a reason she adopted the nickname “Mouse” as her alias even if it had initially been given as a joke amongst the Tigers. She worked best hidden in the shadows and had come to find comfort and strength in that title.

Markus didn’t have to make it obvious that he was snubbing Elias’—no, ‘Elijah’, was it?—offer of a handshake. But he did it anyway. His gaze traveled from fingertip, up forearm, and settled on the other man’s eyes. “Mm.” He said. Mm. It might’ve been a grunt. It might’ve been a growl. Either way, that was all he was going to say on the matter. For now…

Fool me once.

Elias’s eyebrow rose when Markus let out a grunt, a growl really, but kept his smile in place, violet eyes not losing their twinkle of amusement as they met with the sharp, blue orbs belonging to the King of the Tigers. There was knowledge in them. Or, at least, that was how it seemed like to Elias. The only logical reason for the snub–besides Weiss not liking him of course–but then Markus didn’t seem like the sort to put personal preferences over business. Either way, Markus’s refusal to touch him answered his question, and the young man dropped his hand, casually letting his fingers comb through his dark tresses.

Only pure professionalism kept him from releasing a snicker.

“Well that’s what he told me.” Callahan piped up in response. This whole… situation was rather confusing, to say the least, but neither the atmosphere, nor the circumstances stopped him from commenting, with only a hint of honest disappointment, “I suppose this means the party’s over, eh? Can I help you with something?.. Name’s Callahan, by the way!” And would butt his way over to the two, extending a hand out to Markus with a warm grin.

As if to further his point, Markus pivoted on his heel, took Callahan’s hand and shook. Before he’d even let go, he was saying, “Alright. You and you.” Callahan was the first you, and Markus’ pointed stare in Ezra’s direction made it abundantly obvious who the second was. “Fuck off.” And that was that. Dismissed.

In the next breath, Markus snapped for the attention of one of the suits outside the room, who peaked his head in only to get rushed back out on Markus’ orders. “Bring that fat bastard up here. The four of us’re gonna have a chat.”

“...Seems this is farewell for now,” Elias glanced at Callahan who shook hands with Markus, then Ezra, his expression mostly unchanged by the new development as he shrugged. “Perhaps we can speak some other time.”

Perhaps or perhaps not. It really depended on the contents of the discussion.

“Eh, yeah!” Cal managed in response to Elias. His grin gaining several ounces of confusion at Markus’s ‘hearty’ welcome. “Sorry, they just drove me in here. I’ll leave you guys to your thing.” In the same instant, Callahan stepped back, gave everyone a nod in turn, and backed his way up to the door he had just entered through.

Like Callahan, Ezra was quick to follow Markus's order, getting out of his chair as soon as the King looked his way and told him to scram. Honestly, getting kicked out was somewhat of a relief. The longer he stayed here, the higher the chance of him getting roped into another crazy situation. Knowing he had to deal with the calling card business was already more than enough, so he wasn't going to put up a fight and beg to sit in on Titus's interrogation.

Turning to Elias, Ezra raised a hand to bid his old acquaintance farewell. "Yeah, some other time." Their reunion was very brief, but that small amount of time was enough for him to pick up on something important. Markus refused to shake the Yumin heir's hand, but he made a point of doing the opposite with Callahan. It was possible that the King just wasn't fond of Elias, but Ezra's tendency to overthink made him suspect that there was another reason for it. His father told him to avoid unnecessary physical contact with people because of the risks involved, so maybe Markus was also being cautious. If Elias was summoned here and allowed to stay during the interrogation, did that mean he had an ability that was useful for getting information out of people?

Rather than try to come up with answers for his questions and risk annoying Markus with his presence, Ezra decided to save his thinking for later. However, he still had to stay a bit longer to speak with the other Tiger in the room. Although, after seeing her try to separate herself from the group, he wasn't sure if he'd get a response.

Ezra approached Isobel, still not entirely sure how to address her now that she'd been promoted to Jack. "Uh, I guess I'll talk to you later? Oh, here." Reaching into his jacket's inner pocket, he withdrew a small notepad and pencil. After quickly writing down his number, he ripped out the paper and handed it to her. If he was right about her condition, then they'd probably be communicating through text.

With that taken care of, he pocketed his supplies and raised his other hand. Folding down four of his fingers, he said his goodbye. This was the fastest way of letting her know they could communicate without her phone. He felt a little glad that he finally had use for the one language he had an easy time learning. On the other hand, this was going to be really embarrassing if he misunderstood the situation and she had no idea what he was doing.

Moving to catch up with Callahan, Ezra stopped behind the taller man when he reached the door. "If you don't have a way back home, I can give you a lift." If he called now, he could probably have his car delivered within the next few minutes. Although, there was a chance he'd have to speak with his father. After everything that happened today, he at least wanted to get home and enjoy a few moments of rest before having to make his report.

"Oh, but I'd like to make a stop first." He was still worried about the Tigers at the casino. It may have been an order, but he still left them there to deal with the enemy when he escaped with Titus. He really didn't want to go back there and take an unnecessary risk, but his guilty conscience would've weighed on him if something bad happened to the others. Hopefully, they managed to handle things on their own and he just ended up wasting gas.

After a beat, Titus, looking a bit better than he had the last time they’d seen him, was escorted into the meeting room and sat at the head of the table. Markus was leaned up against the glass pane of the window, silhouetted by the city’s night lights. “Sup?”

Left “alone” without his savior from earlier in the night, Titus blanched in the face of this new danger Perhaps the assassin’s dagger would’ve been a preferable fate, after all? “G-g-g-good evening, all. Q-quite a night, eh?”

Markus didn’t answer.

Meanwhile, Elias, still seated at the meeting room table, gave Titus Latken a welcoming smile and leaned over to offer the man ushered to the head of the table a handshake, just as he did Markus. Isobel too had come out of hiding and taken a seat next to Elias, if you could call being perched on the very edge being seated.

“A-ah! Pleasure, sir.” Titus took Elias’ hand in his own, grubby one and shook vigorously, evidently relieved to be met with even a modicum of civility in this den of Tigers. “Titus L-... Titus Latken, at your service.” He doffed his sweaty forehead in something that might’ve been deference.

And as he watched the proceedings, Markus smirked. Quickly, that smirk turned into a scoff, which in turn became a single, self-satisfied, “Hah.”

Markus went on.

“Ya really can’t help yerself, can ya? Ya handsy bastard.” The ‘handsy bastard’ in question—made quite obvious by the tilt of Markus’ gaze in his direction—was none other than Elias, himself.

“It really does make everything quicker,” Elias replied pleasantly to the Tiger King, activating his potential as soon as Latken’s grubby fingers touched his and skimming through the chubby man’s most recent memories as they likely provided insight as to why Titus was here, forcibly seated at the head of the table, what he knew about their soon-to-be ‘conversation’, what he didn’t know, etc. Images quickly flitted through Elias’s mind . Latken at the casino. Latkin in the helicopter. Latken after he was brought to Tiger HQ. Elias didn’t intend to delve very deeply, since he had little interest in learning all the little details of Titus’s sordid life, but the quick skim while Titus vigorously shook his hand gave him a better idea of what was going on…as well as his role in all of this. Markus Weiss still hadn’t given him a clear answer as to why he was summoned to be part of this little ‘chat’, but the Cold King’s words and actions certainly left enough implications that he could hazard a guess. “Getting past the pleasantries, I mean. Besides, I do love meeting new people.”

Grip tightening around Titus’s large hand, as if to match Latken’s vigorous shake with his own enthusiasm, Elias smiled brightly at the NP. “Elijah Anamnesis. Like-wise, Mr. Latken.”

Before either man could break free of the shake, Markus snapped for Titus’ attention. “Oi,” he began, his voice a low, snarling threat. “What was in that safe-house, huh? You fuckin’ rat.”

Titus stammered, trying in vain to wrest his hand free of the handshake which had certainly gone on too long for comfort, by now. “J-j-j-just!” Straining, he took a deep, wheezing breath. “J-just some bits and bobs, gyu-hu… Eh… You see, I’m a bit of a c-c-collector! N-nothing of note, to one such as you!”

Markus didn’t answer. He looked to Elias. His gaze seemed to say, ‘You got it?

The image of an old, ivory Tiger-claw came to the forefront of Titus’s mind as he recalled the ‘bits and bobs’ he’d taken from ‘that safehouse’ and Elias nodded, his expression curious as he met gaze with the Cold King.

Markus’ eyes narrowed imperceptibly. Then he nodded in Isobel’s direction. “Show ‘er."

Elias cocked his head quizzically. If there was any doubt that Markus knew what he could do, it was gone now. How? Why? When? Many questions ran through the dark-haired man's head (like why he was still alive if the Tiger king knew) as his gaze followed Weiss's to the small, apparently mute, Jack perched quietly at the edge of her seat as if trying to remain invisible.

Or, perhaps, trying to contemplate her new position.

"Sure thing, Boss," Smile widening, Elias let go of Titus's grubby hand and turned to Isobel who eyed him with extreme caution. "Please excuse me."

Taking the smaller girl's hands gently in his, a flood of memories, most notably of an old, ivory Tiger claw, would flow into her mind, eventually settling itself there. Its touch. Its smell. Its shape. All as Titus Latken, who had been paid to procure the claw, remembered it. An item Markus Weiss apparently wanted as well.

In a panic, Isobel snatched her hand back and her vision snapped back to the board room in an instant. She swayed slightly in the chair, still reeling as she tried to reorient herself with her surroundings. As confusing as everything was, there was also a certainty embedded literally into her mind about what she needed to do. Straightening up, she looked to Elias and Markus and gave them a nod of acknowledgement.

Poised to assist the girl seated beside him should she need it, Elias studied Isobel for a moment before returning her nod with one of his own, folding his hands over the table, then smirking at Markus. "Quite the discussion we're having, eh Boss?"

Markus had been watching all of this with a pinched expression. This interaction was the lynchpin of everything that would follow. This gamble would pay off. It had to.

The sight of Isobel’s nod was all the confirmation he’d needed. They were officially in business.


Dismissed from the boardroom, Elias and Isobel shuffled out behind Titus who was still being ushered by two of Markus’ suited lackeys. Hesitating at the door, Isobel turned back as it slowly swung shut behind her just in time to see the King, standing alone in his large, empty boardroom.

Taking her phone out once more, she quickly typed out a message.
“I’ll take the job… But I’ll do it on my terms.”

With a resigned sigh, she hit send then hastened her steps to catch up with Elias.


Later, after he'd given the troops their marching orders and relinquished their 'guest' Mister Latken into the hands of his attendants, Markus finally found himself seated in one of those plush, cushy chairs. He sunk into it, kicking his feet up on the table as he lounged. After a moment of quiet, he felt his pocket vibrate. He sat forward and fished out his phone, swiping it open to read the text message that had just come through.

Alone in that opulent board room, sat in his leather throne, Markus the King smiled.
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AUGUST



TAZMANIAN DEVIL
"TAZZ"​












As August sprung from rooftop to rooftop, his neck burned. Tempting as it was to scratch, he didn’t, and kept his mind on his footing until eventually he stopped to rest. It was a flat-topped, commercial building laid with gravel, which had caused him to slip but not fall, but it was enough that he decided just to sit. There, he ripped off his mask, wondering why he hadn’t already, and slipped off his goggles, placing them both beside his lap.

Pulling out his phone, he touched two fingers to his neck and used the light of his screen to inspect those fingers, checking if the bleeding had stopped, and it had, which brought from him a sigh of relief. Then came the shutter of his camera and a bright flash as he snapped a picture of the wound to see how bad it was. The slight blur of the image reminded him that he was trembling, his body still pumping with adrenaline.

When he saw the damage, August cringed, biting the knuckle of his index finger, and he held his breath for a short moment. Afterward, sending the picture to Isobel with a text that read: ”Does this make me look cool?”

Following that, he tried calling a long-time friend of his, Camila, but there was no answer, so he put the device away and reclined back until he was facing the sky, paying no mind to the several unread messages and missed calls from Gina.

Laying there, he tried to let his mind wander, but no thoughts came to him. It was blank.

So… he thought about the pain.

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SERPENT & TIGER'S
SCENE:
Maybe The True Free Real Estate Was The Friends We Made In Low Places Along The Way
LOCATION:
Ruins, Mach Sling Bowling Alley, Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Anna, August, Bash, Dante, Darius, Lucy, Raphael, Reina, Vincent
Maybe The True Free Real Estate Was The Friends We Made In Low Places Along The Way


She did her best to ignore the sounds of cries from anyone she couldn’t recognize. All naive, a lot of them thinking anyone would care if they slipped away under the weight of the building. Plus any deals they made might have well been null and void. Who knows if the owner even survived the sudden landslide.

Looking for someone?

She turned and jerked away from the sound of the familiar and unwelcome voice. Goddamn snakes. It was like playing the world’s most fucked up game of wack-a-mole as she moved slabs of concrete. Was it a Tiger, a Serpent, or just some dead civvie? From her own limited view she saw a cyclone signaling that Tazz was up and fighting, so there was that boon.

She saw the slab of concrete slam towards the serpents. She took the opportunity to take the steps to get some space between herself and Raph as Vincent charged the monstrous and insane form of the damn serpent. She didn’t get the advantage long as a shockwave attack hit the area sending her skidding to the floor. She twisted herself up spotting the unconscious Reina under a nearby slab of concrete. She pushed herself up to her knees staying low to the ground and took the moment to force the concrete off of her Ace.

The pair of them—Serpent and Tiger—crashed against one another and against the crumbling bones of the bowling alley like two devils entwined. They matched each other for a while, blow for blow, with neither caring to defend against the other’s attacks as they whirled about each other like rabid dogs. Suddenly, Raph felt like his throat was closing in on itself as his vision started to flutter, all of the oxygen rushing away from his lungs. The Tiger’s self-satisfactory smirk was all he needed to know that he was the cause of this newfound claustrophobia. Not that it mattered. He willed his heart to pump faster, harder. Eyes suddenly wild and alert, the Serpent snatched the other’s face in his palm before driving him, headfirst, through one of the few walls in the bowling alley that remained unmarred, showering them both in an explosion of drywall and cement dust.

Once she was unearthed she saw as August made his exit out the remaining slabs of roof. Not that she could blame him when this was what happened. No she’d never blame someone for saving their own skin, that was just practical business.

VINCE, FACET LETS BOUNCE.

Darius didn't take his eyes away from August. All the noises in the background melted into one loud buzz, drowning out any thoughts, rational or irrational. Only one thought prevailed, that overtook everything else despite his body's inability to cooperate. He had to get out of there now.

He made another attempt at movement when August rose. Darius stumbled back, trying to feel for a piece of even ground to rest his feet on. He felt as if the ground were shaking beneath him as he tried to formulate a plan. He willed himself to look away from the Tiger. Where is the door? He took another step back. Where is the door? He could feel his heart ready to burst through his ribcage. His two brief scans of the room were unfruitful, with too many things going on for him to focus on a single one, apart from August. He looked back at him again but was immediately met with stinging pain.

He turned his head to the source of the projectiles that had hit him. You… He knew he had been hit by something, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He missed August's exit, and the chance to protect himself from the shockwave that knocked him down hard.

Darius barely had the energy to prop himself back up. He closed his eyes, and a tear escaped as he gasped desperately. "Please-" He inhaled sharply, "I just-". It was pathetic, really. A Serpent veteran, breathless on the floor. He lifted his head up, eyes now open, as a few rational thoughts began to creep back in. The hard fall had shocked him back to his senses somewhat. Though his hands would hate him for it later, he felt around the sharp rubble until he had a firm grip and began to crawl. He had spotted the door. He was getting out of there.

Then, right on cue, Darius was lifted up from the ground by the collar of his shirt, similarly to a kitten getting picked up by the scruff of its neck. The hand gripping the dazed boy by his shirt was none other than Bash, who's eyes were slowly becoming bloodshot with anger.

Go the fuck home. Now.

Darius’s panic briefly intensified, feeling the tightness around his collar as he was lifted up. His hands rose to weakly claw at it but stopped when he heard Bash’s voice. Not even looking back to reply to the Ace, Darius made his way towards the door as soon as he was hoisted back onto his feet.

““GOT IT!” Was the simple reply from Dante as he made his way to his Queen and in an instant, two arms the size of people had grown out of his one glowing arm. With ease he swept them both, Queen and Ace, up in his glowing energy grasp, and instantly made for for the exit with his shield covered arm by sending a arm tendril out, latching onto the gaping hole above, and with a flex of his will, they were rocketing towards the ruined roof. The six tanbo following after the Tiger as he saw Lucy ahead of him, just as he was making his own landing, Reina still within his energy’s grasp.

DON’T FORGET TO TAKE YOUR TRASH WITH YOU ~

Raph—drunk on victory and mad with power—hoisted the now-unconscious Tiger up with one blood hand. Grinning with mad glee, he reeled back before launching the prone body of the man headlong through the wall that yet stood beside the gap where the door had once been.

Hm… Hm-hm-hm…Ha-ha..!

Raph laughed. A shiver wracked his body, feeling like static to his rapidly fraying mind, even as he threw his head back and cackled. He felt giddy. He never wanted this feeling to end, as he wheeled around, turning his wicked attention to whomever was left behind in that followed out corpse of a building.

It took no time at all for her to get snatched up by Dante alongside Reina. She only managed to scramble herself into a more comfortable position due to her familiarity with whiplash thanks to the numerous amounts of ride-alongs she’d taken with Akira. Luckily enough this gave her enough time to see Vincent being thrown at them full force.

FACET LEFT.

She shouted as she extended her arm out grabbing the flying Vincent by the hoodie. Good thing Reina brought the car to them since they now had two unconscious passengers to toss in the back. Plus where the hell was August. Either way she quickly threw them unconscious into the back before making for the wheel.

After telling Darius to make his own decision, Bash chose to stand back and take a quick break after the blow to his head. He was dazed, and if he hadn't taken that moment to recuperate, he wouldn't have been able to help his fellow Serpents as he did just now. But, once he regained his focus, the sight of things pissed him the fuck off.

Everything was a fucking mess. The Tigers had basically all escaped, Darius was pissing him off, Anna was pissing him off, and, possibly the worst part of his night--

Raph was pissing him off, for what was probably the 100th time today.

His fists were already tightly clenched, exhorting him to allow them to shatter someone, anyone's bones. He stormed over to his crazed gangmate, glaring directly at him and keeping his guard up just in case he decided to try something.

"That thing... What the fuck did ya drink?"

Raph’s eyes went wide at the sound of that voice. That voice. It cut through the fog of his delirium like a knife. The voice reached him—but not quite their meaning… Raph’s mind supplied his own.

Oh? It’s you. ~” The Serpent’s body twitched, jerking itself around until he was facing his old adversary properly, his head tilted at a dangerous angle as a bloody tear trickled down the side of his face. “In the mood for a rematch?

Bash’s arms shook with rage.

Ain’t no way…

Slowly, his arms rose, forming a tight guard in front of his sweaty, blood-covered head. If he were to squeeze his fists any tighter, his nails would have probably dug into the skin of his palms and drew even more blood.

Ain’t no fuckin’ way… ya think ‘yer gonna FUCKIN’ BEAT ME!!!

Now fired up, Bash went for a quick step-in, attempting to start their second round the same way he had started the first– with a left hand shooting up towards his ribs in a diagonal trajectory to form a textbook shovel hook.

Oh… Not this time. Not this time!

Raph answered Bash’s hook with a deluge of blood, springing forth obediently from his fingertips. He’d never felt power like this. And now that he had it, he was never, ever letting it go.

With one hand, Raph pushed the red torrent forward to keep Bash at bay, and with the other, he fashioned a massive, bloody fist above his own head before crashing it down toward his enemy’s face.

Bash made an attempt to slip out of harm's way, but he wasn’t as lucky as he had been when he dodged the wind-manipulating Tigers’ knife. This time, he felt the full impact of the sanguine fist, and was immediately sent crashing into the ground upon contact.

His face, now even more red than it had been mere seconds earlier, became twisted with an expression that could only convey one thing; a strange, yet fitting mixture of pure malice and glee. Without rising from the ground, the arm that he used to break his fall shot out from under him, slightly tugging on the hem of Raph’s pants before ripping at them at full force.

He was doing it.

He was winning.

Raph could barely prevent a little sigh of exhilaration from escaping his lips as he watched his enemy fall. Try as he might to savor the moment, his fragmenting mind ached for more… More violence. Raph reeled back the torrent of blood that had once been a fist, and gave it the form of an enormous, bleeding hammer, held aloft by his will. In his mind Raph imagined himself bringing that hammer down. He imagined doing it again. And again.

AndagainandagainandAGAIN!

At least, that was what he would’ve done, if not for the sudden hand around his ankle, yanking his leg out from under him. With his balance stolen, Raph stumbled back awkwardly until he was down on the dusty floor with his adversary. He could not think for the haze of bloodlust roiling around his mind, as he clambered across the floor to reach his quarry. The bloody hammer was all but forgotten as Raph endeavored savagely to grant his hands purchase around Bash’s throat and squeeze.

Shit…! Bash thought to himself, feeling his opponents fingers dig violently into his throat and restrict his airflow. Things were finally getting serious! He reached up and grabbed Raph’s fist, canceling his potential for the second time that day. Now that his main priority was out of the way, he could focus on ending this irritating circus show once and for all.

The roles had been reversed. Now, he was the one lying on his back, defenseless against the relentless attacks from above. If they came, that was. Just as he expected, his long-haired counterpart was only focused on stopping Bash’s breathing– for good. As his vision began to darken, Bash could do nothing but try to pry the man’s hands off of his throat, staring him in the eyes with a displeased scowl.

Fi…FIGHT…! FIGHT… YOU WEAK… BASTARD!

Before he could make his escape, Darius made a huge mistake. He looked back at his fellow Serpents, witnessing the horror show that was unveiling. He hadn't had a chance to take in Raph's form yet, and did so as he started to choke Bash.

"Raph?" He called out between panicked breaths, with some naive hope that he could talk him down. Darius was horrified.

With no response to his plea, Darius started to feel desperate. He could so easily run out the door (or what remained) and forget this day ever happened, and he probably would've if it wasn't Bash being attacked. The man who had encouraged his efforts in the fight, helped him up when he could barely crawl. He felt almost obligated to act.

Seeing Raph continue as if he wasn't there, Darius decided to make his move.. He had to break this up. A direct attack with his fists would've only worked if Darius wanted an impromptu amputation, so he looked around for other ideas. Wasting no time, he chose the first thing he spied, a grey slab protruding from the wreckage.

It was jagged and cumbersome, but it was heavy, and would work fine for Darius's intents. He wrestled with it in his hands until he could hold it, and then broke into a sprint towards the pair with the last bit of energy he had.

"Raph…"

He pulled the slab back as he appeared behind Raph. Raph had only enough time to lift his head, hearing the oncoming approach of something from behind.

"That's ENOUGH."

He swung the slab onto his fellow Serpent's head, pieces of debris shattering on impact. Cold rushed through his body, and Darius froze in place.

"That's enough…" His grip loosened, and what remained of the slab fell to the floor like the rest. Shock seeped into his system once again, only this time it was from his own actions.

At once—before he’d even registered the sound of the cudgel slamming against the back of his head, or the throbbing pain that followed—Raph saw stars. The blow had knocked his head nearly off its axis, and painted his vision over with a flash of white that left dizzying after-images in its wake.

His head suddenly swimming, Raph turned over his shoulder to leer at the figure of the man who’d interrupted his revenge.

You…

He felt rage bubble up inside of him. First it had been Anna who’d thwarted him. Now, Darius wanted a turn. Why could no one just let him be? Raph wouldn’t stand for it. No more. Not again. He would skewer this insect who had dared to strike at him—his better—and then finish what he’d started… With his mind Raph reached for the blood splattered on the floor, willed it to form a storm of piercing daggers… Only…

Raph blinked, and at once felt the hairs on the back of his neck begin to prick. The blood did not obey. He knew this feeling by now.

No… Not like this. Not again.

He wheeled on Bash again, fingers digging into the other boy’s skin, his eyes bloodshot and enraged. He screamed,

GIVE IT BACK!

But it was too late. With his Potential locked away, the vice that the vial of strange liquid held over Raph’s mind had begun to loosen. And as the fog lifted, Raph’s racing mind defeated itself.

Without his Potential, he was powerless, hopeless… Despite the fact that he remained in place atop Bash with his hands clamped tight around his throat, he had lost. Again.

His fire had gone out. He was losing his grip. On consciousness. On Bash’s neck. His fingers were wet and slick with blood. The power had left him. And it had taken with it the euphoria, the mania. The bloodthirst. All of it had flickered away into nothing, leaving only embers in their wake.

Raph felt his head grow heavy as his eyes rolled over white. He slumped forward onto his adversary, unconscious and inert. His breath was even, and his face appeared—perhaps for the first time that night—almost peaceful.

Darius was petrified. Only his fingers twitched, trying to hold onto the makeshift weapon that had already been smashed on the ground.

"I- Fuck I'm so sorry."

He was apologizing to nothing at this point, as Raph lay still on the floor. Though he felt he may owe Bash an apology as well, he dared not look at him.

"I should- I think I should go…"

He lingered a moment, before abandoning his Serpents. Shaky steps turned into a sprint, stumbling over the uneven terrain until he had left the building. There was no way he was sticking around for the aftermath of that fight.

Somewhere in the distance, a police siren blared.

The familiar shriek of sirens caused the once-again-dazed Bash to return to his senses. He knew that noise all too well. It was such a stupid concept– warning criminals that you were on your way to capture them before you actually arrived. That small little warning was all the golden-eyed serpent needed to sharpen his senses and wake up. Immediately, he shoved Raph off of him and rose to his feet. The sound of the approaching police grew louder and louder by the second as the Ace stared blankly at his unconscious enemy, lost in contemplation.

It was a good thing that Darius left. Bash would have been angrier with him if he decided to stay, because he would have become a witness to the unsightly choice Bash had just made. The emergency exit to the bowling alley flew open, forced outward by a violent kick. Then, out came Bash, carrying Raph on his back and running outside. If he remembered correctly, there was a certain cafe not too far from there that he’d be able to take refuge at for the time being.

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Collab With: Yuudai (me) | Green and Blue Haired NPCs ( Elenion Aura Elenion Aura )

Interactions: Kisara ( simj26 simj26 ) | Delynn ( Mook-LandStrider Mook-LandStrider ) | Tri ( Damafaud Damafaud )​






<<< Remember

As Yuudai loomed over the smaller policewoman, aggressively flirting with her, she was trying to back away, but the Beast had a claw hooked into her belt loop. She’ll get to leave when Yuudai says she gets to leave. There were other police surrounding him, but they were terrified to make a move when she was in his grasp. One wrong move on their part, and he could have her torn to pieces. She must be Potential-less, just based on the actions surrounding him. That or… his reputation preceded him.

It seemed things were starting to come to a close. He threw a thumbs up at Tri who agreed to visit the strip club later. It felt like a victory was on the horizon, so they could have a victory party.

He briefly wondered if Diamond was available–

Meanwhile, Vargfang and Tri were having a staredown. Tri poked the werewolf with the Lovemaker 2000, the werewolf smashed it and then found himself covered in more pink smoke and blinded by a flashbang.

Tri’s call for Yuudai grabbed the King’s attention. Looking away from the policewoman to assess the situation, he smirked and shifted into a bear once more. He grabbed the woman and held her over his head and roared to get the policewolf’s attention. The woman quaked under his paws and she screamed. She felt so fragile.

Vargfang’s ears twitched back at the distressed scream of a coworker, swiveling his head to try and get a read on the situation. His pupils were shrunken down and he was still seeing spots from the flashbang, but was able to pick up pieces and parts of what was going on.

It was enough of a distraction that Tri and the vehicle of hostages were off.

A frustrated growl escaped Vargfang as he wiped his eyes and stood up, fur standing on end from neck all the way down to his tail.

Alright fuckers, hostages are unfortunately out of the situation. Retreat!” The tall, menacing beefy wolf took a step towards Yuudai, who’s beary expression spoke nonchalance now. “Release. Her.

Yuudai looked up at the woman, seeing the tears in her eyes, then back down to Vargfang. Yuudai shook the woman a bit, “Her? Okay.

The King threw the woman as far as he could. Where she landed and how hard she landed? He didn’t care to check. That woman wasn’t the only person flying as he watched Delynn get thrown into the truck Tri was going to make the getaway in.

Without Yuudai’s own hostage, the police that were surrounding him went to jump him, swinging batons, and a couple were shooting guns.

Weak.

A bored expression flickered across his face as he looked down at the nearest cop. He simply swiped a paw across the man’s head and… well it went rolling.

The King was no longer holding back.​

Yuudai stretched his neck side to side just as the roar of Kisara reached him. Looking in her direction, he saw her get shot. A kind of shot that would have killed a weakling human with one bullet. The kind that could hurt a person with potential, harder to kill, but possible.

A growl ripped through his chest.

The King was no longer playing.​

It was time for business. He shifted and the chaos that ensued surrounding him started as quickly as it ended, no one being able to see what Beast had shifted. Scales and large claws, maybe the glint of teeth from the red and blue flashing lights were all that were seen before all that stood in his immediate area was blood.

Blood and downed police.

Yuudai was shifted back to his bare human self, blood dripping down his face, hands. His expression was stone as he stared at the weaklings at his feet. “You deserved it.” They weren’t strong enough for this world.

Vargfang closed the distance, roaring his frustrations as he went to attempt to obliterate the King.

A swipe of werewolf claws went towards Yuudai’s chest. The King simply grabbed the paw and held it. “Good boy. Now sit.

Yuudai shifted his arms back into a bear for the added strength, picked the arm-locked policewolf up and over his head, and threw him back down onto his backend. Releasing his hand, Yuudai threw a right-hook right into the drooling muzzle of Vargfang. Knocked out cold, the werewolf went down.

Now to get Kisara.

She was slouched on the ground, down on her knees from the sniper’s shots. It was unlikely she’d be getting out of there on her own. And what’s more…

Without much warning, outside a sudden flash of green, she was no longer alone. “You… BITCH!” Shouted the green-haired man from before, his face a bloody mess from when she’d struck him. His partner—blue hair, goggles and all—was stood off to one side, watching. They’d done, mostly, what they’d been paid for, he thought. No sense getting his hands dirtier than necessary. His partner, on the other hand.

STUPID!” The green-haired man witht the ruined face lifted his leg and stomped down on her head until her mouth was full of gravel. Once. “STUPID!” Twice. “STUPID!” Thrice. A pluming dust cloud whipped up around them both from the force of his stomps. His face was twisted with rage. He lifted his leg for a fourth time.

With another shift, Yuudai would take the form of a larger-than-typical Cheetah. His eye narrowed as he tackled the green-haired man to the concrete, ripping his throat out with a powerful bite and tug.

Standing over the green-haired hired hitman, he glared daggers over at the other man as if daring him to try anything at all.

With a warning growl, he snatched Kisara up in his blood-soaked maw. It’d be a bit of a struggle to carry her and get around the police, but he managed it. A few that dared get in his way despite witnessing the massacre were met with dagger-like claws to whatever flesh he could tear into.

Once the King had taken his quarry and gone, the last remaining mercenary approached the body of his partner, narrow blue eyes staring into green, unseeing ones. “... Such a waste.

It didn’t take long for Yuudai to catch up to the truck and toss Kisara into the back. After dropping her off, he broke the window that connected the cabin and the back. Yuudai had to leave all of his clothing, gun, and phone back in the massacre, as he didn’t have a chance to really grab those after shifting, thusly leaving Delynn unanswered in her text.

Shifting into a black cat with a blonde, fluffy tail and ears, he climbed through the window and onto the passenger seat beside Tri.


‘Sup.









 
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Collab With: Paradise Forever NPCs (me) | Isaiah ( Lucem Lucem )

Interactions//Mentions: Kairong ( simj26 simj26 ) | Reveler ( Mqueserasera Mqueserasera ) | Meirin ( QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel ) - Jay texted​






<<< Remember


  • Black Currant nodded at Isaiah in appreciation, “Thank you Isaiah. You’ve always been kind.

    As Isaiah left to go check on the others, Black stayed in the office, swiveling around on the office chair, staying quiet as a mouse as she stared outside the dark window.










 
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Downpour of the Gathered Storm

Collab: Tobi Naefaerne Tobi Naefaerne Peckinou Peckinou Caffeine_Obsessed Caffeine_Obsessed WhiskeyMarten WhiskeyMarten joshuadim joshuadim

Sen no Kiseki OST - Paper-Thin Offense and Defense


<<< Remember


“Left, no right… ah OVER HERE”

The male, Fox, was quick on his feet before he slammed the door to Flavio’s Oven wide open. He had a wide shit-eating grin on his face as he quickly disappeared from sight once spotted. Light on his feet he dropped the camouflage once more as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Alex.

“Yo Greed buddy, Cavalry's here. Sort of.”

The door swung open after and Panda and Muskrat came huffing behind him. Panda quickly scolded Fox, while Muskrat yelled to Alex.

“You fucker could you just take a direct route for once?!?”

“Greed WHEN YOU SEE THE RUNDOWN ITALIAN RESTAURANT IS NOT PROPER DIRECTIONS.”

“Good to see mi amigos got my message. And seeing as you’re here, my directions were proper enough.”

Alex didn’t have much else to say with his own feelings burning him up and waiting for Hector’s mood to take them elsewhere.

Hide snapped his eyes to the newcomers. “What- who the fu-” He shook his head, trying to right his mind from all his confusion. “What in the hell is happening?!”

“Calvary my dude.” Fox answered Hide’s probably rhetorical question as he went in for a clap on his back. “Didn’t think Co was gonna let a murder stand without mobilizing the troops did ya?”


"Ah," Hector hadn't expected any additions to the group and greeted them with a grim expression. Though he was still full of rage, he had settled down upon reuniting with the others. For now, he just felt restless from all the standing around, prepared to get back to business straight away. "Are you in the loop with everything?" He had already started pacing around again.


“Depends on what you mean by everything.”

Muskrat was the one to answer, taking charge of his usual group. He was clearly comfortable leading them and had done so plenty in the past.

“Coalescence gave us a rundown of what you guys had found… and we were the ones to find Quetzal… Succubus and co apparently message Coalescence about their current battle on the bridge. Considering dragons are involved we’ve been told to go secure the second bridge in case of a surprise pincer attack.”

Hector nodded, glad he didn’t have to waste his time filling them in. “Guessing you don’t know why they attacked? You seem to know as much as we do. Securing the second bridge is a good call, though if they’re feeling ballsy enough to attack through there we may have bigger problems.”

“God wouldn’t that be fucking terrible timing. But I can see where it’s coming from if they really are launching war… plenty of Phoenixes already in the clubs… But it doesn't make any sense to me why it's happening now. Rebuildings going like usual and suddenly we got prying eyes in the south and attacks from within and from the East. I don’t know about yall but I don't believe in coincidences.”

Beyond the cool exterior in which she held while saying the lines, Panda seemed already on edge as she twirled a lock of hair between her fingers. The woman didn’t seem to be armed but anyone who knew her would know she never left home without a gun and a dagger in her boots.

Hector stopped pacing, and faced Panda. “I don’t believe in coincidences either. We’re going to figure this shit out, and when the Dragons comes back for part 2 we’ll be ready. I’ll be ready.” He turned to the original members of the party, “And as for Quetzal, her death will be avenged.”

Listening in to the conversation at hand, Alex had drawn his arms over his chest, crossing them. “Well, if nothing else we had a year and a half of rebuilding. Maybe we’re facing round two of our hurricane.” At Hector’s last words Alex offered somewhat of a forced smile, but his eyes held quiet fires. “Pharaoh, there’s no one here that knows better than I that her death will be avenged. But as for the moment, you have the best leads on what we were originally doing, and unfortunately, we were a bit too loud at the docks, so we gained nothing there.” Even knowing what fully happened, Alex didn’t want to point fingers at Hide, instead pulling some of that blame to himself.

The door to the venue suddenly swung open violently as a disheveled, and now sweaty, man panted heavily at its opening. Hitoshi had been running for quite a distance and it was clear he was out of shape by just how heavily he was breathing. He took a moment to catch a breath before announcing himself: “Alex! What happened?” he managed to get out before wheezing and needing another few breaths, “Why’d you crash on my joint I was enjoying? Someone died?”

At Alex’s words, Hide looked down in shame, his shoulders tensing up. He didn’t have the right to comment. Hide nearly jumped out of his skin at Hitoshi’s entrance. What the fuck was that bastard doing- barging in here like that?! A scoff left his throat before he could stop himself. “HEY! WATCH IT. Could you make an even more dramatic entrance? For fuck’s sake…” With that said, Hide wiped even more blood from his nose. It was starting to get annoying at this point… He tilted his chin down and pinched the bridge of his nose, still feeling the hot substance drip down his face and onto the floor.

Oh great, Hitoshi actually managed to find his way here, Helva honestly didn’t dislike him, but she just didn’t find him to likely be of much assistance in this sorta situation. Nevertheless help was help regardless and an extra set of eyes is always a useful thing to have. Hide was also a bit of a nuisance at times, such as moments like this one.Helvas annoyed glance towards Hide expressed her disapproval well enough, but the blood dripping from his nose with Hide wiping it off in a way that gets it on his sleeves only added fuel to her annoyance. So Helva opted to take out a few tissues that she had forgotten in her pockets until now and offered them to Hide. “Take it, and no I won't accept no for an answer, so either take and use the tissues or i’ll fix you up myself.” Sometimes threats were just too necessary to get compliance, and Hide knew well enough she was more than willing to make do with that threat.

Hide glanced up at Helva, unblinking. With reluctance, he stepped towards her and snatched the tissues from her hand. He grumbled under his breath, “I don’t need your fucking help…” nevertheless, he held it up to his nose. The red liquid immediately soaked it up, bleeding through onto his hand. He averted his eyes as he let out a barely audible, “Thanks…” he didn’t quite understand what she meant by her threat, but he wasn’t too keen to find out. Hide put his free hand on his hip, side eyeing everyone- daring them to judge him.

“Well I don’t know about you guys but we need to get going. Missives from Coalescence and all. We’re going to take the South-East Connecting Bridge. Stay sharp eyed as you can.”

After speaking to the group Muskrat nodded to his team filing out with Panda. Fox on the other hand was slower to leave and gave the group a playful wave, smirk, and tease before heading out behind the two.

“Yeah be careful ya’ll ya don’t have Musk’s eyes or my mobility on your sides.”

Hitoshi’s arrival was a welcomed distraction to Alex, along with the bit of normalcy that Helva and Hide’s exchange. Even so, Alex took the hit that the other group was dropping. So before speaking up he texted Lyric to let her know that everyone but Nina on his mission was fine. “Aight, we’ll be be safer than we were, y’all be safe yourselves.” With that Alex looked at the rest of his group, even though he had told Hector he was turning over control, Alex took a deep, loud breath and exhaled. “We got two options, turn in for the night, or ask our King for better objectives, either way, I think we got as good as we could…” finally Alex turned to Hitoshi, the lovable old guy and let a bit of his more tender feelings flood his face as answered the old man’s question “...Yeah, one of mine fell.”

Hector listened to Hitoshi’s interruption, as well as Hide and Helva’s back and forth, silently seething. He was ready to snap at them to focus, but the conversation was redirected just in time. “Go. We’ll sort our group out.” He waved the newcomers away and turned to Alex as he addressed them. “I’m sure the King wants all our help right now. No way are we turning in for the night. Ask her for instructions.”

Hitoshi had felt like a fish out of water, completely unaware of the situation at hand given the responses from the others until Alex provided a brief explanation. It was short on details, but the look on his face told everything he needed to get an idea of what was going on. Hitoshi straightened himself, having finally caught his breath, and gave a nod. “Well, shit.” he said, walking over to Alex and giving him a supportive pat on the shoulder. “You’ll need all the help you can get then. Count me in on whatever we’re gonna do.”

Rethinking over his options, Alex gave an excuse for a smile to Hitoshi. Alex had ideas why Lyric made him Jack, and always asking for instruction wouldn’t look that good right now. “Well, Pharaoh, I’m gonna go after Muskrat and them, and offer them help. None of you go anywhere alone. If any of you feel the need to follow me, so be it. This place was just a pit stop to gather our thoughts.” With that Alex started to make his way over to the door, but made a small detour to grab napkins from a table to shove into Hide’s hands. As Alex opened the door to leave he looked back at everyone and gave a nod. “See you, mi amigos, at debriefing.'' With that, Alex made his exit.

Hector pointed to Hitoshi, and nodded, “You. You’re sticking with our group. You don’t have a choice.” He seriously regretted getting rid of his phone, and having to rely on the others more than ever now. “Ok, go. We’ll catch you up if we decide to join you.” He watched Alex leave, making no move to join him. He had other options to consider. Part of him wanted to continue the investigation at the docks solo, but could already hear the lectures he’d receive for going alone. He still couldn’t even ask Lyric where she wanted him.
“Hey,” he pointed a finger at Helva now, “Ask your friend what’s going on at the bridge. If the situation’s under control there at least that’s one thing not to worry about.” Even if things were 100% ok over there, Hector knew it’d still be on his mind, but as long as there were no urgent issues he had time to think about it.

Helva had stared at Hector for a moment, but figured that his demand was reasonable enough, plus she didn’t really dislike him all that much either so she was more willing to give in to his little demand, after all, she was a bit worried herself anyway, and leaving them in the dark just seemed a bit cruel. With a sigh, Helva closed her eyes for a bit and began to send telepathic messages in order to try to get an update from Libla. It took a couple of moments before Libla finally responded, their conversation with each other took a bit of time, but Helva learned all she needed to know and she was apparently rescuing civilians now? Helva didn’t mind all that much, as long as the other Phoenixes were ok, she was fine with whatever Libla does after, though the fact that she is said she was diving underwater to rescue some civilians did raise mild concerns with her..

With their contact now broken, Helva opened her eyes and responded in a cold impassive voice “Spirit, said that Vulkan, Reika, and Vamp are safe on a boat, and by how Libla described the boat, it seems like it was the same boat, Hide, Alex and Zulin were on a while ago. The Dragons haven’t made any more moves to continue their attack against them and Reika, Vulkan and Vamp can’t push for any attacks unless they learn to fly, so I'm guessing that the fighting is over as of now.” Having said that, Helva couldn’t help but scowl, she was happy that they didn’t lose any Phoenix but those Dragons needed to pay with blood. Her thoughts turned dark, as a devious smirk appeared on her lips, “It matters not that the fighting for this battle is over though, for the war has just started, and I'm going to make sure to make those Dragons pay with Blood.”

She already had Yizlo supervising Dragons territory for a while now, he was unable to take any hostile actions against the Dragons though, due to that low-level treaty that they had. But now that it was broken, she could finally unleash Yizlo to do what he does best, taking down enemies of the Phoenix.

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The scene at the South-Eastern Connecting bridge was dim as the only light was the lights that lined the bridges. Cars were working as a block aid on the side of the southern exit, clearly, a measure taken from Panda by the way the cars seemed to have been slightly dented as they were pushed into place.

Several of the lights of the bridge seemed to be smashed and otherwise not working surrounding a wide span of the middle of the bridge. As the dark zone was approached further it became clear there was a struggle as several phoenixes, presumably Muskrats backup, laid dead on the highway. Muskrat and Panda themselves were injured and trying to tend to a clearly wounded and unconscious Fox.


 

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Scattered Ashes

Collab: Bolt ( Doctor Llamabean Doctor Llamabean ) Yong-Yut ( gxxberkit gxxberkit ) Charlie ( Roda the Red Roda the Red )

The Sunlands - Octopath Traveler


<<< Remember


”Do you know anything about that? Pretty sure Vulken was supposed to be with them.”

Lyric bit her lower lip as Bolt questioned the situation. She could only wish she knew more but that’s why they were headed there. She did her best to ignore the fact that she would be utterly destroying any joy they found in their little impromptu dance session.

“She said that the bridges have been compromised,” said Charlie.

“Then what are we waitin’ on!? We should get to the bridges! Fuck Nina’s killer for now; the ones alive matter first! Who’s to say we won’t run into a likely douchebag while we’re there, or even on the way?”

“He is with them. Worse yet the Dragons are attacking them on the Central Bridge. The King is one of them so we can’t afford to hold back blows, this means war.”

Boltius grunted with a slack jaw, hung his arms, then grit his teeth and fell quiet.

“...And, we are heading to the bridges…” Yong-Yut muttered.

Lyric’s words sent chills down Charlie’s spine, he’s heard rumors about the might of the Dragon King before.

“So, is the killer a Dragon after all?”

Yong-Yut brushed her hands through one of her pigtails, a little annoyed that neither of her questions were really answered. When Charlie spoke up beside her, she gave a thoughtful hum.

“I don’t think we have an answer for that yet. All we know is what the suspects look like.” She paused for a moment. “If we were to throw out theories, I’d guess they were unaffiliated.”

She let go of her hair, hands moving to her hips, and looked over to Lyric. “I’d like to know which bridge we’re going to, though. The connected one?”

“I’ve sent Muskrat and Co. to secure the West-South end Bridge. From the photo Vamp sent they were most definitely fighting on the Central Connection Bridge. They may require backup, and even if they don’t we don’t know what type of numbers they will be coming at them with so it is best to-”

She was cut off by the sound of her phone once more. It seemed Vamp had sent another text.

‘Heyyyyy, so we’re probably fine, but uhhhh don’t panic when you get here. Just saying. Also it was the dragons who did it, not us. See ya when you’re heree <3

“What the hell Vamp…”

This one did not have a photo attached nor any indication on what had exactly resulted from their fight. She had great trust in Reika but she also knew better than to trust Dimitri’s words at face value without hearing from Reika or Vulken themselves. Probably fine didn’t exactly equate to unharmed or even stable in their line of work.

“Well, for better or for worse they’re in a position where they can text. Still having to be told not to panic only means there's something panic worthy. Let’s get a move on. I want to see the damage for myself.”

She shot a quick message back to Vamp.

“Where are you. Are you all still together?”

In the midst of all the chatter, the gears of Boltius’ impulse drive had been twanging and turning, straining under some unknown resistance. He was irritated. How come while he’s been out making grabs in the dark, Vulken’s been out getting some genuine action?

As soon as the phrase hit his ears—”Let’s get a move on”—the slow grind of those gears picked up, now turning at full force. A devilish smile spread across his face, and a guttural growl carried his next words, “That’s what I been waitin’ t’ HEAR!” Then, Boltius took off, setting his hair ablaze to serve as a beacon of his location.

“Jesus—” Yong-Yut watched as Boltius suddenly ran off, looking over to Lyric for a moment before following behind. She kept her pace at an intermediate speed, trying to keep Boltius’ flaming hair in her sight and making sure the other two were able to see her as well. She sharply exhaled. They were supposed to stick together (or, at least, in pairs,) and here’s Boltius, running way ahead. Idiot.

She took a quick moment to hiss as she heard feet hit the pavement. Already they were off. Geez, they could give her a second to draft a text message. She motioned with a tilt of the head and a shout to Charlie as she began after them.

“Let's go Temperer! Kid’s a fast one, wouldn’t do to get separated and surrounded.”

The chase was on and Lyric would give as much as Boltius could take working to match his pace.

And so, the three experienced phoenixes quickly kicked into high gear and departed towards their destination, leaving Charlie behind who just casually started walking while stretching his arms, pushing them to the opposite sides and slowly rotating them. Was he perhaps discouraged knowing that the fearsome Dragon King was among the enemy frontlines? No, quite the contrary in fact, now his “all” wasn’t going to be enough, he had to give at least his 120% if he wanted to help secure the safety of his peers. Boiling blood ran through his veins as the familiar feeling of electricity coursed through his body. Charlie lowered his body and bent his knees as his muscles tensed up with unnatural force before ferociously lunging forward at great speeds, the floor where his feet used to be now slightly cracked. He was not much of a runner, contrary to his looks he wasn’t really the fast and nimble type, so as barbaric as it was, leaping like this was his best bet to keep up with the others. An impish smile formed on his face as he prepared for a second lunge.

Time to beat some dragons to a bloody pulp, eh? Thought the boy to himself.

The sight that would greet them as they got closer to the bridge was nothing like they could expect. Instead of a battle in progress they were staring down the ashes of the end of the battle. The bridge had been utterly destroyed as it sunk into the river below. Rubble and the panicked sobs of those lucky enough to cross the bridge back to the south before the collapse were all that greeted them. Paramedics were already making their way to the scene as sirens in the distance sounded.

Her phone pinged once more reminding her of the message Vamp had responded to.

'On a big and kinda nice boat, gonna help Draken out before anything else. Kinda took a metal spike to the chest, but easy enough fix. Gonna take long?

Instead of answering she turned to the others.

"They’re on a boat scan the rivers.”

With that her eyes were on the river as she jogged down the coast.


IN THE ASHES END

 
Arc 2: The Rising [Sunday, September 26nd 2021]
NEW OASIS
FOUR HEAVENLY KINGS
ANIME INSPIRED
SUPER-POWERED
GANG WARS
TIGER
"Hey-yo, Rookie! Welp. Ya made it. Arc 1, done. Not everybody can say that, ya’ know? So take a beat. Ya’ earned it… Just, don’t forget to check back in for Arc 2!"
  • 「ARC 2 」
    READY, SET, GO!
    "Yo! Welcome back cool cats 😎 to New Oasis! Phew! How 'bout that Arc 1, huh? Glad ta' see ya' made it back in one piece (well, most a' ya', anyways...) And we've even got some new faces! Warms this ole' Heav'nly Tiger's heart, it does. Welp! Don't let me keep ya' waitin' in suspense. Yer' here ta' learn all 'bout tha' new Arc, right? Riiiiiight?

    Don't worry. Ya don't have ta' answer. Tiger knows. Tiger sees it in yer' eyes. Mhm! Oh-kay! Let's take a peak, eh? Take tha' pulse o' the city. What better way than by tunin' in to one a' tha' local radio stations... Hm...

    Crrrr-crrrr-radio-static-noises-crrrrrrrr..!

    “Gangs are causing this city to fail!”

    “Shh! Idiot! You wanna die?”

    “Oh please. We can say what we want. They got more things to worry about than some talk show host shitting on them. The police ain’t doing shit. The government ain’t doing shit. The gangs are destroying the city and is citizens are powerless to stop them. We need a hero!”

    “… you’ve been watching too much Warvel and EC. It was it anime this time? A hero isn’t gonna come outta no where to save us. We gotta—“


    Click. Eh-he-he... That can't be right... This thing must be on the fritz! One moment! Click.

    “While the investigation and recovery efforts at the site of the bridge collapse are still ongoing, police have been unable to confirm any specific details. As of now there are no confirmed casualties. Reports state that there was a gang war on the bridge, and yet some eyewitnesses also state that they helped—“

    Click.

    Bah! Wadda they know?! Anyways, we don't need 'em 😤 get ready for Tiger's patented* (*patent pending) News-Weather-Culture-Report! Lemme just... Put on this vest, and...

    Ahem!

    Goooooooood Afternoon New Oasis! Iiiiiiiiiiit's Sunday, September Twenty-Sixth, Twenty-Twenty-One! Right meow it's twenty degrees (a bit chilly! Don't forget a light jacket), aaaand... RAINY?! That's lame. Huff. Guess you better pack yerself an umbrella!

    Ah-ha! And that's 'bout it. Arc 2, comin' atcha! Here we go, here we go. I'm so pumped 😤"
「INTERLUDE」
OST 1 — MAIN THEME
SABLE SERPENTS
After a clash with the Tigers and two clashes with the authorities, the Serpents are looking to do more of what they do best: whatever the Hell they want!

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 1 [Arcane Informant]
Serpents Arc 2: Scene 2 [Tailing the Dragon's Heart]
AZURE DRAGONS
It seems like it is to be War, after all. The Dragons are ready and willing to fight to maintain and spread their order to new corners of New Oasis.

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Child]
Dragons Arc 2: Scene 2 [A Brief Meditation]
Dragons Arc 2: Scene 3 [Error 404]
Dragons Arc 2: Scene 4 [The Underground]
SCARLET PHOENIXES
The flames of passion never burn out. The Phoenixes will never back down from a fight, and will rise from the ashes time and time again.

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Recruit]
Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 2 [The Bounty]
Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 3 [Shopping Spree]
Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 4 [Home Cookin']
ALBINO TIGERS
Greed is good. The Albino Tigers know that better than anyone. And now that they have set their sights on a new prize, those who stand in their way better mind the claws

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 1 [Charity from the Upper City]
Tigers Arc 2: Scene 2 [Matter of Time]
Tigers Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]
Tigers Arc 2: Scene 4 [Hostile Agenda]
Tigers Arc 2: Scene 5 [A Dangerous Game]
Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]
 
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CAIO SANTANA COELHO
LOCATION:
Nearby Heavenly Beasts Plaza, Lower Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Caio, Urien, Ten, Darius, Delynn, Orion
Arcane Informant
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Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick

The stopwatch’s noise was irritable enough to make him put a little more effort behind the swing of his punch. The rain splattered on the ground of central, combining with the beating sun above to make a god awful day. He could feel his clothes sticking to him in an unpleasant way. The latest batch of dragons they had rounded up had been no obstacle at all and probably wouldn’t have been even had they not had the leaked information.

Granted without the leak they would have never known the punks were dragons but that was just semantics.

Before the group layed out a group of seven unconscious HPs. While originally the mission was just to test out the relevance of the data collected they’d gained a new member yesterday. It was only right that he gave Ten a test run as well to see just what he could handle and where he could fit best.

“Nice job, kid.”

He took out the burner phone scrolling through the newly uploaded data. He left the device disconnected from the network by pulling his SIM card out. He held the phone close to the passed out dragon’s face. Bingo a match. He knew he saw that ugly mug before.

“Myron Battle, Slyvie Cartwright, Dustin Walters… and the rest unknown. Fucking knew there had to be holes in the data. Well…. her data wasn’t wrong just incomplete.”

He stood back up kicking the one closest to him with another solid aim at the gut once more.

“Sample three complete. No errors, four holes in the data… Hey WHICH ONE OF YOU HAS THE LOG.”

He gave the group a shout as he called out to the others who’d tagged along for Ten’s first mission.



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