Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[angel doe]

celestine renee cadieux

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SCENE:

serpents arc 3: scene 2 [hunks in the city]

LOCATION:

central district

PARTICIPANTS:

jozef, tri, nikolai, celestine

hunks in the city

although slightly uncomfortable to be wearing something so casual, celestine did her best to relax, fiddling with the vial hanging around her neck. her eyes locked on tri as he rambled, telling them about the murderer he had subdued and locked in a closet with her victim. celeste couldn't help but raise a brow at this, opening her mouth to comment only to close it when jozef spoke up, voicing exactly what she had been thinking.

"well, i suppose if it was a one-punch knockout he did not technically start or participate in an actual fight..." celestine murmured, her head tilting slightly to one side as she became lost in thought. she didn't hear anything else that was said while lost in her own world, humming softly to herself and messing with the chain around her neck that the vial hung from.

suddenly celestine snapped back to attention, glancing at jozef and remembering the way he eyed tri's ice cream. tapping his shoulder lightly, celeste lifted a hand and pointed in the same direction jozef had, "the ice cream parlor is down that way if you wanted to stop by," celeste let her hand drop to her side and considered something for a moment before speaking again, "i do not know if it is the same ice cream parlor, but i know there is one that way. i would be happy to get some for you if you would like."

celestine's gaze drifted to nikolai, biting her lip as she hesitated, but eventually spoke up, "if you would like some ice cream i would be happy to get it for you, as well." she didn't extend the offer to tri, as he already had his own ice cream, but if he did want more she would be willing to get it for him.

 

[Nobody Special]

VULKEN BECKMAN

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SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Helva, Hou, Isaiah, Kanna, Maho, Meirin, Ra, Rin, Shen, Soren, Vulken, Varoslav, Yong-Yut

CURRENT STAGE:

0 (Current Temp: Regular Temp)

THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX

Tch.

Vulken had been visibly annoyed, and bafflingly quiet since this whole shit-show began– actually, since the moment he woke up that morning. Childhood-friend-Jack aside, he still had a pretty fresh hard-on for the Dragons following what had happened on that god-damned bridge– especially for their little King. They still hadn’t settled what was probably a one-sided rivalry with a rematch yet, and it left Vulken burning with chagrin.

And now, after he had finally finished training for said rematch, now Lyric wanted to go ahead and negotiate with the fucker?

The cigarette that Vulken had pulled out of the box in his pocket nearly snapped in half at the thought of being forced into a peace treaty with the bastards standing before him. He still had no idea who or what the hell it was who had the balls to shoot at him on the bridge, but for all he knew it could be any one of these little shits. He had half the mind to step forward and send them all into a fiery inferno right now, but he was an obedient dog.

He flashed back to Lyric pulling him aside, explicitly warning him to keep any animosity he had to himself– to behave himself for everyone’s sake. Of course, he had his objections, but he decided to hold onto them for now– for her sake. While his King was good for not showing it, he’d known her long enough to be able to tell when she was stressed. Reika was out of commission for the time being, after all– though he was sure she’d be up and kicking in no time. If he wanted to see a smile on either of their faces again, he’d have to suck it up and keep it cool.

And so, he did. With his back now turned to the Dragons, he quietly pulled the cigarette smoke into his lungs, blowing a white cloud into the air seconds later. The faster this was over with, the faster he could check on his idiot brother– or, maybe even the idiot ‘Queen’ and see how they were making out on their respective little endeavors. He’d just keep his back turned and his mouth shut.

Or so, that was what the plan was, before he felt a tugging at his arm.

“Whaaat, Hellie?” He looked back at her with his cigarette now clamped between his teeth, his tense expression noticeably softening once the woman began speaking to him. “I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, here.”

He fully turned around to face her as she spoke. As it turned out, talking to someone as adorable as Helva was just what he needed to keep his cool. With a silly grin, he lifted his hand and planted it on top of the shorter veteran's head, gently rubbing it and using his free hand to take his cigarette out of his mouth.

“Keh, wanna shoot the shit with ‘yer big-bro, hah?” He cooed, before briefly becoming annoyed at her recount of what went down on the bridge. Everything she mentioned caused his head to drop an inch lower, like he was being stabbed every time she brought a part of the incident up. He returned to normal shortly after, though, and leaned forward with his arm gently wrapped around her shoulder to keep her close.

“Lets see… aside from Kanna…” Tangerine eyes scanned the group ahead of them, but were only really able to put a pin on one familiar face. And boy, was she familiar.

He pointed a finger at Meirin. “Been on a few dates with her. A real babe. That’s really it, though–”

His line was cut short by the show that had just begun on the Dragons’ side. Vulken’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched the redhead sing with his weapon drawn before them. What is this, a fuckin’ commercial?

He awkwardly looked off to the side, Helva still in tow, and spoke softly so that only his fellow Phoenixes could hear him. “Somebody shut that kid up…”

 

[angel doe]

amari

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SCENE:

dragons arc 3: scene 1 [securing the future]

LOCATION:

east district, tech expo, private meeting room (crime scene)

PARTICIPANTS:

sophia, jesper, kasumi, laurent, amari

securing the future

crouching down beside the cold body of esperanza, amari's nose scrunched up as the smell of death hit her nostrils. they leaned in closer to where the stab wound had been inflicted and sniffed, hoping to pick up the scent of whatever poison was used; maybe the same scent would still be lingering on the murderer's hands. it was a long shot, but it was better than nothing.

“this sure is annoyin'..." amari muttered, sitting back on her heels and staring at the corpse laying before her, “how in the world did ya end up like this, ma'am?" she knew the dead body wouldn't be able to respond, but she wished it could so it could just name the killer and save them the trouble of an investigation.

with a huff, amari rose to their feet and straightened themself out, turning to look at jesper with narrowed eyes, “do we got a time limit on this? how quickly do we need 'ta find this killer? should we be lookin' for the manual override thing? i doubt the killer would still have it on them, that'd be stupid."

despite having other questions, amari didn't want to overwhelm jesper by asking a bunch of shit all at once. she also didn't want to stand around and chat for too long because the sooner they got started investigating, the sooner they could find the killer and this whole mess could be over with.

gxxberkit

 

[Coyote Hart]

Peyton Xiong

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

It had been more than four years since Peyton ever ran alongside the Serpents. Peyton lamented how the experience was now marred by a dash of fear, but also found it exhilarating. As a Dragon, he stood out-- his chaotic nature contrasted starkly with the order that the East employed. When he was a Serpent, he was just one in the crowd of many, their ferociousness like a pack of dogs.

A uniformed man stepped in Peyton's path, attempting to stop who he thought was the smallest and easiest to control. But with a well aimed shot of his rifle, the man was sent literally flying into the wall of the mysterious building, his body cracking against the crumbling bricks.

"Twenty-seven," Peyton growled. The number he had muttered wasn't meaningless-- he often found that he needed to keep track of how many bullets were in his gun, as reloading took forever. When one of the masked, uniformed personnel charged at him, Peyton switched tactics, slashing through the man's chest with a high-pitched roar before kicking the dead body over.

- - -
​

Peyton counted himself lucky to be able to help out with rescuing Raph. The day before, Nai, his pink-haired childhood friend and his partner in crime when Peyton had been a serpent, had busted down the door with a heavy kick at 6AM and demanded to talk to Peyton. It was important, he said.

"I overheard Caio saying that he found a warehouse where he thinks Gabriel or Michael or whoever that guy you hung out a lot is held," Nai said. He threw himself onto Peyton's couch, "He's planning to break Mike out."

"WHAT?!" Peyton exclaimed, seeing through Nai's misunderstanding of Raph's name. Peyton had been making Nai's favorite smoothie-- strawberry peach cream with jalepenos-- and he almost dropped the blender on the floor. If Peyton needed something to wake him up, that sudden statement was it. He had been preparing for this day for months now, the possibility that Raph wasn't dead, and that he would could be rescued. He had reconciled with the fact that he would have to figure out a way to work with the Serpents to do so. But he didn't expect that today was the day that his shoddy, barely thought-out plan went into motion plans went in motion. "You should have immediately said that! I was about to fall asleep on my feet because I thought you just wanted to hang out!"

The blender stopped, and Peyton filled a glass for Nai. Of course, Peyton didn't save any for himself. Only Nai was capable of dealing with the heat of the smoothie.

"You're going to go help the effort?" Nai guessed. He took off his mask to sip on the smoothie. Without his mask, the scars on his left cheek were visible. They were deep gouges that revealed Nai's teeth and slashes that tore up his lip. Nai had been savagely mauled long in the past. Peyton wasn't bothered by the sight of it, and only felt a bit guilty. After all, Peyton was the one who had caused it.

"Of course! I care about him after all!" Peyton said, forcing a smile.

After a few sips, Nai put down his drink and huffed. "Hmph. I guess that I should've expected that. I should warn you though, the Serpents aren't forgiving of traitors. You'd be putting yourself in quite a bit of danger returning."

"But I wonder if you have people that are so important to you in the Serpents, where should your loyalties really lie?"

- - -​

Nai's words echoed through Peyton's mind as he dallied outside the warehouse. There were quite a few familiar people fighting alongside him, all of who Peyton found important. Damian, who had given Peyton valuable advice. Kinz, who kept Peyton company during test sessions. And Kisara, who was the reason that Peyton was able to claw himself out of debt.

"Get in there!" Caio's sharp voice cut through Peyton's thoughts, causing Peyton to jump with fear. Caio was one of the few people who Peyton truly feared. If the Serpent Queen had realized that one of the members of the group was in actuality a Serpent turncoat turned Dragon, Peyton was going to have to face a terrifying end to his life. So Peyton kept his mouth shut, only simply pushed through the warehouse with his friends around him to shield him.

"Wh-where in the world are we?" Peyton asked nobody in particular as he looked around the inside of the warehouse. Despite the facade of it being unused and abandoned, it was teeming with people. It seemed like an awful place to be. Dirty, rusted, and devoid of light. "Raph, did you really spend eight months in this awful place?"

Distracted by the scenario, Peyton was unaware that another one of the masked men had raised a rifle and pointed it at him, preparing to shoot.

Spoiler: Tags and More Info

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[Beann]

SAMIRA CALRISSIAN

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

Samira offered Jackie a sympathetic smile. It was no surprise the head of security took his work very seriously, Ryutaro only employed the best after all. She turned slightly to look at her colleagues when he asked for their names. There wasn’t a need for her to introduce them herself, she wasn’t their mother after all. Although, the quick response from Camila and the fact she introduced Sylvie also hinted that the girl had a different view on the matter. A trivial matter but one that forced Samira to stifle a chuckle.

Jackie, however, did not look like he found the interaction to be amusing. He simply raised his eyebrow and excused himself to input their names into the system. This left Samira wondering if she should have reined in the younger tiger. However, the thought passed as quickly as it formed, not really finding anything worth proving when it came to someone who did not hold any power.

Once Jackie handed newly made lanyards to Camila and Sylvie, Samira turned to look at Jennifer and Maria. “Jennifer is a public figure, heiress to the Weber Family’s arms trade. A false identity might be redundant, don’t you think?” She looked back to Jackie and smiled, “though if you’re taking suggestions on fake names, might I suggest 'Madison' for Maria here?”

Spoiler: Tags

joshuadim Roda the Red WhiskeyMarten Shoya Uasal

 

[BluEndings]

CHARMY DEVLIN

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SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]

LOCATION:

Dilapidated Clinic, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Dagger, Guinevere, Jack

SILENCE FOR THE DAMNED

Blue. It was never her color, and time away from home had eroded its use. Most of back then were bad memories. The suffocating feeling of individuality watering away while a cold sensation pried apart such concepts as ‘human’. A carefully prettied and primed family for the behest of the one that sat at table’s end. Little more than the lingering form of gluttonous avarice playing the role of woman and warden, but never mother.

It was that exact blue which proved sour and noxious. Yet, much like any hue, under certain lights could blossom into something fortuitous. Her early days in this city might have be described as ‘fun’—most first experiences were. In time, however, the initial thrill had sunk and melted into normality just like everything else. Or, worse, twisted and bubbled into a fading memory. Even so, there was no memory that could match the heart of reality. Anything that got close might as well just be an echo.

Is that what this was? Nostalgia?

It might have been.

There was nothing homely about this location. The vexed woman had been to plenty of similar places in the past. Wounds of the flesh were contemporary remnants, and she had garnered plenty. Some products of indulgence and recklessness, others just cruel obtuse inevitabilities. The fact of the matter was that the body could not contain the well of an unruly mind. Abyssal desires did not end in fulfillment. Instead they just supplemented the unrest.

One of such sort boiled into intermittent tugging at her collar. The draping jacket of her present attire was another physical evocation of the past. Nothing like the dresses she used to impose or exude ‘presence’ during formal talks. This was an outfit that balanced decorum and comfort. No gaudy jewels or pearls. Just colors and folds that spoke for themselves. The purpose had always been to maximize her safety during the usage of her Potential. Though it had seen laughable usage these last few years.

There was another reason, of course. It was hardly fool proof, but the fact remained few within the gang had seen her dressed as such. Any who had were hardly noteworthy or no longer present. She didn’t want to consider these meetings as subversive, but they were undoubtedly delicate and discretion was never unwelcome. The judgment of her associates was irrelevant, but the headache that followed was worth the mindfulness.

Despite all that, she was here. Beyond every unlikely notion, she was here. It was all an elaborate excuse for the reality: caution didn’t apply to humoring things like this. Now, and the times before. All it had taken was a bit of intrigue and misery to revive cold embers. The slightest thing could tear everything down—the past, and the present. Perhaps it just went to say how stale things had gotten.

She made no grand entrance. Just a furtive smile and some cheap words.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

A jest, given hers were closed.

NAVIGATE

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

HECTOR MOSES

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Vantaggio Tower, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah
Alicia, Dante

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

Hector looked at each face individually, examining any of the emotions on display, and a sense of pride welled up inside him. He had spent far too many nights alone fighting his own battles, that the sight of a full squad — all of varied disposition and talents, but all trusted to be here — made him remember one of the most important qualities that set them apart from the rest. They were a family.

One thing the family was not known for was coddling its members. Hector knew Charlie — one of the less experienced among them — had an aversion to killing. It may have seemed pointless to bring him along, but Hector saw potential in him like he saw it in every Phoenix, and he’d be damned if he’d let any of it go to waste under his watch. Looking at Charlie as though he’d been asked something as trivial as 1+1, he gave a not-particularly-reassuring smile before answering.

“We really are, Temperer, and it’s been long overdue. Far too long.” His last words were harshly spoken, and he seemed to be aware of his own tone as he took on a warmer expression once more. He had remembered something.

“Well… there is one lady, a Tiger. She’ll be hosting a lovely little party on the 1st floor, apparently quite valuable to her gang. We’re taking her back to South today. Alive. Everyone else is dead. Is that understood?”

 

[Beann]

KYODEN

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyo, Peyton, Raph, Sab, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

It was known throughout the gang that Kyoden was a rather forgetful man. Sometimes he'd forget to turn off the stove or simple details like the time or weather. He always had his cousin or Raphael to help him recall the small details. However, it had been months since the last time he saw his friend, and surprisingly, the events leading up to the final moments were still fresh in his mind. What happened in the basement left Kyoden questioning his capabilities. The last thing he remembered before escaping the collapsing building was the look on Raphael's face. There was nothing he could do though and only time would help him accept that.

He had thought he had made peace with what had transpired but in the most recent events, leadership was notified of Raphael's existence and location. His friend was being held somewhere by an underground group, one that poked and taunted at the Serpent's operations. Kyoden wasn't sure how to feel about it all. On one hand, he was relieved that his friend was still alive after all these months but on the other hand, he felt a great amount of anxiety. He couldn't save Raphael in the basement, and the thought of accountability catching up to him terrified him. Would his friend hate him? He wouldn't blame him if he did. Even so, all he wanted to do was save Raphael from the clutches of his captors.

The feeling appeared to be mutual amongst the Queen and the band of Serpents that followed behind. Caio was determined — angry — but determined to rip down anyone who challenged their gang. He led their group to a tipped off warehouse, barking orders as men in black uniforms stood their ground to defend their claim. Kyoden watched as their Queen barreled through, practically on a rampage with his sights set on finding and reaching Raphael. He followed along the chaos, unsheathing both blades as he retaliated against anyone who challenged him directly. The initial wave of adversaries felt slow, almost too easy to cut down. He watched Takaonna tear apart one of them, immediately tearing his gaze away as another was claimed by her. It was a bit unnerving how cruel some of these Serpents were.


"Ah! How delightful! The blood — the CHAOS!"

A slender man with long black hair threw his arms out in excitement. His body was covered in black letters and symbols, and a black cloth shielded his eyes. He licked his lips and grinned, tilting his head upwards to the rafters. "My! Aren't you such a beautiful creature! I must have you as my pet!"

Extending his arm upwards, the markings on his forearm left his body, coiling up to the rafters to seek out Takaoanna. The symbols gave off a dim glow as it circled around her neck before expanding and then manifesting into a chain. "Come down, you're mine now!" He exclaimed as he yanked on the long end of the chain, attempting to pull her down.

Seeing this, Kyoden rushed forward to challenge this unusually excited man. He raised one of his katanas, swinging down diagonally. The blindfolded man manifested another set of chains, the symbols on his other forearm already having left his body to coil around the blade and stop the momentum. "Ah ah! Wait your turn!" He yanked the katana out of his hand, leaving Kyoden with only his other. Whipping the second chain back outwards, it wrapped around the ankle of the samurai before flinging him across the main area. "Go play with someone else!"

Spoiler: Tags

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[Caffeine_Obsessed]

NIKOLAI NOVAK

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Nikolai couldn't help but grimace at the sight of Tri's dripping ice cream. For one- who the hell orders Vanilla with Mint chocolate and (what he assumed was) strawberry syrup? Other than the mix being completely absurd, it was simply distasteful! Nikolai could not imagine those mixtures tasting well. However, considering it was Tri, well... that man always had questionable tastes.

Nikolai hummed in acknowledgment, nodding. " Hm well, that I agree with. Even if you did kill that murderer- it still wouldn't have counted as a fight..." The unhealthily pale man mumbled, his gloved finger tapping his chin in thought, "You could go back and kill her now to get rid of the whole bothersome ordeal..." If Tri decided to kill her now- wouldn't that solve the whole killing thing? It also would perhaps make the Officer's jobs easier... One more death wouldn't mean anything, especially if it was the death of another killer. One last rat on the streets taken care of.

He lifted an eyebrow at the university kid, crossing his arms grumpily. With a shrug of a shoulder, he huffed, waving a hand out lazily, "How about we get that... Ice cream you so hungered for hm? No use In ignoring what you desire. Besides- wouldn't want you to complain later..." He nodded to himself. If he wanted something, why not go and get it? Isn't that what the whole Serpent gang was for? Getting what you want freely? That kid should show more conviction in his thoughts, especially for something as simple as ice cream.

"It has been quite a while since I've been to an ice cream parlor, so why don't we all go together?"

Spoiler: Tags

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[Uasal]

Jennifer Weber

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/page-4#post-11438680

CS Link

SCENE:

Heist

LOCATION:

Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

Heist

"Thank you Samira for the kind and generous introduction but I've already got my security clearance and card on hand." Moving toward the woman with a soft smile and expression Jenifer moved a hand to her inner jacket pocket and indeed produced a set of credentials with the company logo attached. Moving to stand right beside the woman Jenifer passed the card to Jackie with a soft chuckle. Jennifer and the Webber Family had been supplying the security their weaponry for years and the Hashimoto company then aided in evaluating the property The Webber Family wished to buy. Not to mention the various other back-door dealings that went on. Indeed Jennifer quite often found herself visiting the Hashimoto HQ and likewise was used to receiving Hashimoto representatives in her own office.

Reaching back, Jenifer slid her hands under her suit jacket and produced a set of pistols from somewhere near her lower back. Placing them next to Jackie. Reaching inside her jacket then, Jennifer produced her pride a joy, a custom desert eagle and again placed in next to the man. Finally, after reaching for her left ankle Jennifer produced a final firearm, a modernised dillinger, and again placed it next to the man "Jackie, let your boys scratch my babies and you know what's coming for 'em." Shooting the man a wink Jennifer turned to Samira with a grin, nudging her slightly "Oh? Introducing me now, are you? Haha I could get used to that" Looking back to Camille and Maria, Jennifer offered a soft smile before returning her gaze to Jackie "You probably have it all covered Jackie but if you want to issue them Webber consultant ID's go ahead. Just make sure they vanish after we're done here."

Glancing to his waist Jennifer began to grin subtly "Say, you never did get back to me about how that new Iron you had us make custom handled on the range. She's quite the unruly one, like to kick. You sure you can handle her right?"

Beann joshuadim Roda the Red WhiskeyMarten Shoya @

 

[joshuadim]

JACKIE PILTER

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

"Indeed she is." Jackie replied to Samira as he watched intently while Jennifer placed her well-designed weaponry onto the counter of the reception desk next to him. Amy the receptionist observed as well from her seat with both apprehension and awe marked across her face. It wasn't every day that a normal person saw someone carrying so much artillery strapped onto them. "Pleasure to see you again, Ms. Weber." Jackie said as he snapped his fingers to two suited men in the distance, each outfitted with their own earpieces. To the attentive eye, it was obvious they were wearing vests underneath as well as conceal-carrying pistols as part of their job description. Now they were going to hold onto Jennifer's weaponry for safekeeping for the time she was here.

"You heard the lady. Better not muck it up." he said to his boys, who gave nods of their own and carefully collected the weapons splayed about and placed them into suitcases with foam padding inside, ensuring they sat without scratching the case surfaces. With that affair settled, he returned his attention to the conversation when Jennifer spoke of both consultation IDs and his new piece he got from her. "Mhm, we already scratch our network from visitors when need be. Cal came up with some techno-wizardry over that." he stated before patting his leg, "The piece works like a charm. Even with such a high caliber it feels small in my hands. Top notch stuff." He was only half joking when it came to talking about the gun's size. When it came to his own dimensions, his body seemed ostensibly large in both height and musculature that made him stick out like a sore thumb, but also made him all the more suited towards security work.

He input another ID request into his tablet shortly after and within the minute a new ID popped out for Maria on a lanyard with the name 'Madison', as Samira had suggested. "I think that's everything settled now, so we should head on up. Wouldn't want to keep Mr. Hashimoto waiting on important business."

Interacting: Samira ( Beann ), Camila ( Roda the Red ), Sylvie ( WhiskeyMarten ), Jennifer ( Uasal ), Maria ( Shoya )

 

[joshuadim]

ANYA PERIKOV

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Merrit, Noa, Ryoma, Suzerain

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

Ryoma's original joke didn't particularly land with Anya, given the situation, but his words afterwords relieved a heavy burden off her for the time being as she let out a tired sigh. She liked Hitoshi, and couldn't imagine him getting hurt, but this was something else entirely and she herself didn't want to get caught in any sort of flak that might arise from the situation. She always had kept her head down and it helped her through life thus far, and she had no intentions of going about screwing things up now. Hence, why she'd try to help in any way she could by letting them into Hitoshi's accommodations upstairs. "Thanks for the words... really." she said as she took another drag from her cigarette before spotting someone else approaching.

When Suzerain arrived on the scene as well, Anya was only partially surprised but not out of their arrival but rather from their appearance. She remained quiet as she let Ryoma talk to them as they seemed to know one another much more than she knew the newcomer, only sparing Suzerain a weak wave of greetings, and as such continued to hold her gaze further beyond to wait for more arrivals.

Interacting: Ryoma ( Stros ), Suzerain ( Ambiloquous )

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kanna Katsura - Azure Dragons - Jack [CS LINK]
Scene - Arc 3, Scene 2 | The Dragon and the Phoenix
Location - Eastern Edge of Central District, overlooking the SEC Bridge
Mentions/Interactions - Hou Huang ( SilverFlight ), the other Dragons present

Kanna watched as Shen disappeared behind closed doors with the Phoenix king. As much as she would prefer to be beside him, Kanna understood that mutual trust had to be established. Plus, she was confident Shen could handle himself.

Kanna loosely crossed her arms in front of her as her eyes shifted towards the group of Phoenixes across from her. Immediately, Kanna noticed a few familiar faces, but didn't say anything.

She could hear the comments being made by the other Dragons present, also noticing some of the Phoenixes were talking among themselves. Kanna wasn't oblivious to the fact that this was a tense and awkward situation. Had some people had it their way instead, everyone would be at each others throats. But, for the sake of attempting to repair an already shaky relationship, everyone would just have to wait for their Kings to finish discussing. And until then, Kanna was responsible for the Dragons and their actions.

Kanna glanced over as she watched one of the rookies step forward, Hou. Raising an eyebrow, she watched as his head tilted down, before she could start to hear the lyrics of a song. When he pointed his staff towards the rival gang, that was when the Jack of the Dragons stepped forward, her hand reaching out and gently pushing the staff back down as she spoke quietly.

"Now isn't the time."

She retreated back towards the other Dragons, speaking so they could all hear her.

"Try not to spook them. We're here for peaceful discussion."

Kanna glanced back towards the Phoenixes, then back to the Dragons.

"Feel free to occupy yourself with something. I'm sure this will be over in due time."

Though she didnt show it, Kanna kept her guard up. Just to be on the safe side.

 

[azenva]

Sophia Ingram

CS Link

SCENE:

Arc 3: Dragons Scene 1 [Securing The Future]

LOCATION:

East District, Tech Expo, place where the amogus

PARTICIPANTS:

Sophia, Jesper, Kasumi, Amari

Securing The Future

Standing near the door, Sophia pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Weeks–no, months of planning, preparations, sleep deprivation, had led to this. A corpse, and an insistence that the show must go on. Unholstering a bottle of coffee, her second-most trusty partner throughout an eternity of sudden trials and paperwork, the butler stared at its plastic, sky blue exterior before putting her drink away. That was for later. Watching the investigation team move to surround the body, a scene reminiscent of vultures on roadkill, Sophia shivered. The room felt cold, colder than any air conditioning should have felt, and the environment clinical. Unreal, like a university class or a movie. Not life. Or at least, not like life anywhere except New Oasis. Pulling her suit jacket around herself, she leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling, gears in her head grinding. Everyone else could do the talking. And they did.

Ping

The files. Right. She pulled out an entire tablet and had a look. Skimming through the six suspects, Sophia silently noted their positions.

All of these people are too obvious to be the murderer–What am I thinking? Acting like this is some TV show–The future of the Albrechts could be at risk.

After chastising herself, she read deeper into the descriptions. What had she learned from overexposure to crime shows? Opportunity, motive, means. Were the cameras off? Were there even cameras pointed here? Who could have done it? Who would have done it?

Except for those kids Reyner and Zhou, almost any of these suspects could have had access to such a specific poison. But there's only one who has something obvious to gain...There's more to this. Somewhere. There has to be...

As Jesper turned away from the body, Sophia stood up straight. Time to get to work. With the delicate and slow hands of a chemist, she unscrewed her bottle and had a sip. She did not close it. She was going to need it, even more than she had needed it in planning, because it was, for better or for worse, showtime. After waiting for Amari to speak and Jesper to reply, she spoke up, to ask a single question.

"Do we go search now?"

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[Caffeine_Obsessed]

HIDE ISHIDA

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Vantaggio Tower, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alicia, Charles, Dante, Hector, Hide, Mizuya, Raquel, Zachariah

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

Hide couldn't believe his luck. As much as he liked doing his own hit-jobs, going after Tigers? He'd take that on any day! He couldn't wait to see red stain their perfect fucking kempt skin. It had been too long since he last heard the cry of the kittens.

Hide cackled in his desolate apartment, rolling his shoulders out as he gazed at the spread of equipment that lay on his plain white sheets. The white haired boy crossed his arms, contemplating. Well... Considering they were going after something quite big, he highly doubted they would need all that much stealth. Then again, half the time he never knew what went on in Hector's- their new Queen's- head. Hide had to scoff at that. Who knows? Maybe Hector would make a great leader... But their petty and playfully competitive rivalry is what stuck in Hide's mind. Does Hector think he's better than him now just cuz' he's the fucking Queen? We'll see about that... Well. Then again, that was all part of the fun huh? Thinking one was better than the other. Which was clearly true. Hide smiled fondly.

With a blink, he snapped out of his thoughts. Now wasn't the time to dawdle on about useless thoughts. If Hide didn't go now, just how will he show dedication to the New Queen. He shoved his crowbar behind him into his ripped skinny jean's waistband, the top half poking out behind him. Never having too many weapons, he scooped up his daggers and swept them into his jacket's pockets. He decided to forego glasses this time, tired of the broken shards always scratching up his face once broken. He knew they would be broken. With that- he was out the door.

-

Arriving at floor, Hide couldn't help but give a deathly glare at anyone and anything around him. Why the hell did it have to be the fifth fucking floor. That asshole... Hide took a seat a bit aways from everyone, his pleasant mood having gone down the drain due to the irking trek. Seeing Charlie added a little light to his otherwise prickly mood.

Queen Pharaoh? Oh right... codenames.... Hide wasn't too good with those. Hide rolled his eyes, a "tsk" escaping him. They seriously had to bring in a fucking Tiger? Why couldn't they just rid of them all?! He slouched, arms crossed looking away. He was clearly pouting, but so what? This was really like babysitting wasn't it? how annoying... He mumbled, "...Why the hell should we take a fucking breathing Tiger to our territory..."

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

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SCENE:

The Sun In The Gutter

LOCATION:

Lab Icarus, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Mimi, Orion, Rutheless, Sang-Cheol, Ten, Yuna, Yuto

THE SUN IN THE GUTTER

Even during the dullest days, the sight of Ten safe and sound always brought immeasurable relief to Darius, who quickened his pace to greet his partner before they moved towards him instead.

“Ten!”

He met Ten’s expression with a smile, with less energy but a genuine warmth that was hard to produce insincerely. Though perhaps the truest show of the love Darius had for them was in the way he then placed his hands awkwardly on their shoulders without hesitation, fighting instincts long imprinted in him to never touch another person. Of course, with his gloves and Ten’s hoodie, there was no risk, but it was one of the few signs of trust Darius would openly show to Ten beyond words insisting that he did. Rather hollow words at times.

“I just wanted to check in, make sure everything's going alright… Maybe get a little break. I don't know when the boss is gonna show his face and start… you know.” With a worried glance to the side to ensure that Sang-Cheol wasn’t next to them listening to every word, Darius then peered over Ten’s shoulder to the door they emerged from.

“How are the bathrooms looking? Tell me they’re clean, please.”

 

[Misuteeku]

Raquel Filo

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SCENE:

Whole World Blind

LOCATION:

Alleyway, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raquel, Hector, Alicia, Dante, Hide, Charlie, Mizuya, Zacharius

Whole World Blind

Raquel was sitting on the floor, hugging her legs against her chest. A gloomy expression was on her face as she observed everyone. Raquel had arrived a little before Charlie and was already found sitting in the corner. While she would have wanted to enter at the exact time as Hector, she had to take care of some things. One was getting on a good meal before meeting up with them. The Tigers wouldn't miss one poor member of their gang, and either way, they would die anyway. It was a small pain to dispose of the remnants, but it was not she couldn't handle.

Her eyes met Charlie when he entered in, but she did not try to greet him. She only dug herself deeper into her legs, and she let the others talk amongst each other. Though once the blue-haired rookie spoke, she nodded in agreement. "I agree. Do we have to kill all of them? It seems like a waste." Depending on the situation, Raquel might not have enough time to eat all of them. Between culling and devouring, everything was a time investment. Though if Hector deemed it, she would follow her sponsor's word.

"Keep one alive?" Raquel said quizzically. That was odd; why would they need to keep one of them alive? That would be troublesome for Raquel, who often went on a frenzy whenever it came to a slaughter. "What does she look like?" If it was someone who had a mundane appearance, then it would tell who she didn't need to kill. After all, the meat looked the same before being cooked and seasoned.

Her eyes shifted to Hide. Taking notice of her peer's angered state, she averted her eyes and spoke in a soft tone. "Don't get too angry, Hide. If Hector said we must capture her, she must be important." Her sentiments, however, matched Hide's on leaving one person alive. Who was this person that Hector had his eyes on? To go out of the way to kill so many people just for one girl. While it was going to be an excellent feast, it made Raquel anxious for some odd reason. "Plus, we're going to kill people anyways. Why does it matter if one person gets to live?

 

[Kwayzar]

Oliver Fessle

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 4 [Puzzling Directions]

LOCATION:

Little Wet Day Café, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kiwi, Matsuda, Minato, Oliver

Puzzling Directions

As Oliver rode down a busy street the cool breeze smothered his face. Today wasn't gonna go as he planned, rather than working his usual security shift at the Casino keeping the troublemakers in check Kiwi has him doing some kinda delivery gig. Usually it's an online transaction of sorts, but the dudes pretty paranoid and wanted whatever Kiwi cooked up delivered in person. Oliver doesn't really know if he should have taken the job. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't mind doing the gig, in fact enjoys doing stuff for her, she's a cool person; it's just… tensions have been high between the Gangs the last several months and something… it just doesn't feel right. It's fine though, nothing will happen… right?

Oliver's thoughts stopped trailing as he began to focus on what was in front of him. The smell of freshly grounded coffee mixed ever so slightly with a sweet, fruity scent. The sight and chatter of people simply enjoying their day with genuine smiles. The faint sound of his rhythmic tapping being covered by the sound of traffic around him. His eyes trailed from one side of the street to the other, just watching, and watching, until they locked on to an obscenely green blob off in the distance. As Oliver pulled closer he slowed down, swerved into the curb, and brought himself to a complete stop with the heel of his boots. He stepped off his bike onto the curb with a somber smile.

"Hey big guy… it's been a bit since I've seen you, hasn't it bud, why dontcha come over here and give me a hug Zy."

The green blob Oliver saw was none other than Kiwi's guard dog, Zygarde. Well more accurately, the green blob was a backpack strapped to the german shepherd, which carried the item that needed delivering. A small thumb drive. Anyhow, the dog did not budge an inch as Oliver and him stared at one another for a few awkward seconds. Oliver stifled a chuckle and slowly walked over to the german shepherd.

"Your master told ya to stay put, didn't she Zy. You're a good boy, ya' know that buddy."

Oliver crouched down rubbing his gloves up against Zy's rough coat. As he petted the dog, his hand snagged the bag slightly, and it made him think. He doesn't exactly know what he and the others are delivering, Kiwi may have mentioned it on the phone when they were speaking, but he wasn't listening the whole time so he probably missed it. It might be some kind of malware, or considering Kiwi does work for Akira, the client might've requested information on someone. Either way it isn't really any of Oliver's business, he's just doing a favor for Kiwi (it's beside the point that Oliver is getting paid). Oh speaking of Kiwi, she could probably see him right now couldn't she? Oliver booped Zy's nose as he stood up tall, wore the biggest smile he could muster, and threw his hands up waving them as he spun around.

"I don't remember if ya can hear me or not, but hiii I'm here! Ohh oh Matsuda and Minato shouldn't be too long. I'm gonna uhmm Ahh grab a couple of drinks while I wait, call me if you need me!"

Without context he probably looks like a bumbling fool to the people around him… with context he probably still looks like a bumbling fool. With chipper, exaggerated movements Oliver hopped on over to the entrance of the Café and swung the door open.
What would Minato and Matsuda like?

 

[Saturn_moon]

Hiram Abayan / Ottilie James

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hifumi, Hiram, Kairong, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie

Ripples of Stardust

Perched on the edge of her stool, dressed in a pristine white lab coat and notebook in hand, Ottilie meticulously copied down the key data readings from her latest tests off the lab computer. In the background, Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 5 could be heard playing softly from the speakers that Hiram had very nicely linked up across the lab.

“If the trait is X-linked recessive then that would mean transmission probability would be…” Her brows knitted into a frown as she quickly input the numbers into R. When the results returned, Ottilie cursed under her breath. Her data points had returned an anomaly. At the same time, her phone started to buzz on the desk. Oh, fudge. As expected, it was Hiram calling. They had agreed to meet up in front of the campus coffee shop before heading to Zhànzhēng Resort together for their first official Dragon mission.

Picking up the call, Ottilie forgoed the niceties and immediately jumped into an explanation. “Hiram, I’m going to need fifteen more minutes. The results on the last test may have returned erroneous and I’m going to need to run a second test to verify.” The young scientist said as she rushed around the lab pulling together the equipment she needed.

Hiram clicked his tongue, a headache brewing between his brows. "That's what you said fifteen minutes ago. Don't make me come over there and drag you out by the scruff of your neck."

He'd been standing at the front of the cafe for the past thirty minutes, dressed in a gray hoodie and black jeans, going through his second cup of latte with three shots of espresso. The warmth and savor of coffee had long passed, leaving behind exasperation and annoyance. It didn't help that he kept drawing the stares of giggling students, pointing at him like he was an oddity.

“You don’t understand! This could be the breakthrough I need in my research.” Ottilie had said that for every test, experiment, and dataset she ever ran. While it might sound like an overstatement she genuinely meant it every time. Ottilie always believed that in science it was the unpredictable interactions that mattered the most because when something is unpredicted, there is usually new information to be gleaned and learned. People often talked about the impossible, but really they meant the improbable. Nothing was impossible. There was always an explanation or solution. They just needed to spend some time finding it, and it was this process of searching for answers that excited Ottilie the most.

“Hiram, plea-” Ottilie suddenly cut off as the sound of something loudly hitting the floor could be heard. “Sorry. I’ll call you back!” The line immediately went silent.

"Ottilie? Otter? Wha– Dammit," Hiram sighed. He pocketed his phone then took one long, frustrated sip of coffee. As always, Ottilie found herself trapped within the reverie of her research. And as always, Hiram would have to pull her out of it. He had to hurry if they were hoping to get to the resort on time. This was their – his – first opportunity to prove their worth to the Dragons. No way he was going to let Ottilie and her curious tendencies get in the way of that.

He made his way to the research lab, following the precise steps he himself implemented to ensure complete secrecy and security: go through this path while walking a specific pattern, pass three biometric scans in a row, and complete a random science-related question within a time limit. Ottilie's research was definitely valuable, and the other gangs have people insane enough to try and do something stupid like steal her papers or kidnap her. None of that was going to happen on his watch. Ottilie need not fear their heinous influence and tricks.

It was Hiram she had to fear– especially an annoyed, highly caffeinated Hiram.

Passing through the final check, Hiram opened the door and saw a frazzled Ottilie rushing here and there, jotting down results and reports, and muttering to herself unintelligible things beyond his understanding. Honestly, the sight of it all bothered him greatly. The lab used to be pristine, orderly, and rational. It took Ottilie a mere day and a half to throw everything into disarray, with papers scattered across the floor and beakers not in their right place. But Hiram learned to live with it. Ottilie had her methods, her flow, her own programming, all for delving into the secrets of Potential.

In that way, Hiram found kinship with the scientist. He also sought to remedy the irrationalities of the world in his own way, refactoring the code of reality bit by bit toward a more orderly state. And one irrationality he was determined to solve right now was their tardiness.

"Alright, enough of that," Hiram said, grabbing Ottilie by the scruff of her neck and dragging her towards the door. "You can do your tests some other time. There are more pressing matters to attend to."

Ottilie let out a yelp as she was unceremoniously yoinked from her seat and dragged out of the lab whining. Realizing her efforts were hopeless, the pink haired teen eventually relented and silently followed Hiram although not without a few sulking stares thrown his way.

Zhànzhēng resort was quite a ways away and required them to change buses to get there. Throughout their journey, Ottilie furiously typed out experiment thoughts and notes into her phone. Hiram was normally against her keeping anything related to her research on her personal devices out of fear that she might get hacked, but this was the best she could do at the moment.

On the last bus to the resort, Hiram gave up trying to convince Ottilie to write her findings on paper. Along the way he managed to grab a third cup of coffee, drinking to distract himself from Ottilie's flagrant breach of security procedure. And also to calm his nerves.

"It'll be our first… task as rookies," Hiram said, careful not to mention anything the public shouldn't know. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about what would happen. We went through some basic training, yes, but I honestly doubt your plastic katana and my tech deck can be of any help in a fight."

“Huh?” Ottilie looked up from her phone. Absorbed in her work, she’d momentarily forgotten where she was. The bus had gotten exceptionally crowded, filled with families, couples, and friends armed with sun hats and beach balls, headed to enjoy a summer day at the beach. “Oh. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” She responded. “We’re just trying to diffuse a protest, aren’t we?” At the risk of sounding almost naive, one of the reasons Ottilie had agreed to join the Dragons was because they advocated for peace and while there have been some outlier events in the past, she believed this was still the case. “We’ll be fine if we keep our heads low.”

"NEXT STOP, ZHANZHENG RESORT"​

Piling off the bus, they were greeted by the sight of a mile-long white sand beach meeting the gentle waves of the glittering azure ocean. The two teens stood there looking a little out of place wearing hoodies that were clearly designed to withstand hours in an air-conditioned classroom rather than a day at the beach. “That should be where we’re meeting the rest of the team.” Ottilie said, pointing to a building not far from where they were.

Hiram looked, and noticed something out of the ordinary, aside from the mob of protesters swarming at the front of the resort: there were no other Dragons at the meeting site. He would've understood if Hifumi was late, but the rest were veterans or more. The headache once buried beneath cups of coffee was threatening to rise again, and Hiram briefly considered the notion that Dragons weren’t as orderly as they claimed to be. With an irritated grunt, he threw his last cup of coffee in a nearby trash can, turned to Ottilie and said, “Come on. Let’s go. We’re all already late as it is.”

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[QuirkyAngel]

Zachariah C. Locke

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Vantaggio Tower, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah, Mizuya
Alicia, Dante

Whole World Blind

Leaned against one of the windows on the fifth floor of Vantaggio Tower, Zachariah twirled a wooden bat in his left hand as he studied their target–the Lucky Rabbit Casino–through shimmering, kaleidoscopic eyes; Eyes that were currently shaded by the pair of sunglasses he always wore so few could appreciate the beauty of his potential…but that was the point…or so Merkola Singallo had told him when she gifted them too him. The sunglasses weren’t just a stylistic choice. They were meant to hide his gaze so enemies wouldn’t know when he used his potential. Even after his sponsor’s supposed death, Zach continued to wear them. Indoors. Outdoors. Zach had gotten so used to the feeling of sunglasses on his face it now felt empty without them, though he wouldn’t deny he thought he thought they looked cool as well.

From the first floor to the ninth floor, Zach peered through the walls and zoomed in, taking in as many details as he could about the building’s layout. The people inside. Their potential. He didn’t have Elias’s absurd memory. He couldn’t generate heat like Vulken or summon his own shadow like Helva. What he had was extraordinary eyesight and he had every intention of utilizing it to his advantage. Hawk had been in the Phoenix gang long enough to know what he specialized in, after all.

Intel gathering.

Scouting.

Long-ranged fire.

Assassination (via sniping).

Therefore, he didn’t really need anyone to tell him how to do his job. Zach arrived early to do just that…though he certainly couldn’t beat out the lovely, one-eyed Queen who seemed to have been pacing the top floors of Vantaggio Tower for who knows how long. At the very least, Hector had already been there when he arrived. Chuckling, Zach focused his gaze on a certain penthouse in the Casino where a girl he recognized seemed to be interacting with a pick haired cutie.

What were the odds? Vastly amused by the notion that one of Elias’s friends lived in the casino they were about to raid, Zach tilted his head as a wry smile formed on his face. They’d met only once at Yumin Cuisine. Hardly knew each other. Therefore, the safety of the blonde wasn’t really a concern to Zach. He also knew her to be a Tiger who possessed some sort of illusion potential despite her seemingly sweet nature just as he knew Helva’s sponsee to have interacted with her. Zach had been present (one of the shoppers) when a no-name gang assaulted Upper Central Mall, after all.

Her presence didn’t change much for Zach. However, he couldn’t deny it made things a little more interesting as well.

Zach noted Charlie’s arrival, just as he noted Hector’s, but he kept his shaded gaze out the window, mainly listening to the Phoenix conversations while he kept an eye on their target and played with his wooden bat. Hector opened the conversation by inviting them to speak their mind. Charlie followed up with a question, to which Hector responded. Hide added his input. Raquel added her input.

It was only then that Zach burst out laughing. “HAHAHAHA, Hect, my man! Losing that eye has made you seriously dramatic. Everyone? Are we Serpents or what~?”

The bat finished its rotation and rested on Zach’s shoulder.

“I might kill for a living, but I’m not psychotic. I’ve only ever killed civilians for money or family…so either pay me for all the effort or explain to me why this little revenge escapade yours is necessary for our Family. Otherwise, I’m shooting whatever I want to shoot and feeding sweet Raquel whoever I feel like feeding her~ ”

Identifying the Tigers from the non-Tigers was a task in and of itself, unless they were just killing everyone inside the Casino…in which case, they’d likely draw the ire of a number of wealthy families. Zach should know. He used to be among them. Smart people pick and chose their enemies instead of letting fate--or someone else--decide and, while his Phoenix Family wasn't the smartest, he liked they were smart enough to decide for themselves who those enemies were.

Only blind men did otherwise.

As far as Zach was concerned, the ‘job’ itself was a favor for family…granted attacking Tiger Casino promised tons of wealth by its own right, stealing from Tigers leapt more into Alex’s territory. Zachariah Locke was a hitman; The assassin/sniper Hawk of the Scarlet Phoenixes. He took on jobs handed down by the leadership of the Scarlet Phoenix, but he always got paid for them…and everyone was quite a big number.

He slung a free arm around Helva’s sponsee's shoulder. Since he’d penned a pretty letter to Helva requesting that she watch over Maho during their ‘diplomatic’ talks with Dragons, it was only right he did the same for Charlie Hughes. Or was it Wingfield? Zach snicked. Names meant very little to him, but then, as a paid killer, he went by many depending on the job.

“Relax. Handle as much as you think you can handle and leave the rest to your gang family. I, at the very least, have got your back dear Charles~.” Zach slipped an earpiece into Charlie’s palm before tossing earpieces to the rest of the phoenixes in the room as well. All without looking at them. He then slid the duffle bag from his shoulders, knelt down, and unzipped it, pulling out a sniper rifle. “The name’s Zach Locke, if you all didn’t already know, though for this lovely raid you can just call me Hawk. I work best as a lookout and operator providing support from the backlines. That said, I’d happily fight the front lines if our new beloved Queen insists. God fuckin’ knows I never turn down a dare. As for those who underestimate my CQC skills, they often find themselves unhappily surprised~”

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[Doctor Llamabean]

Nakazajo Chikage (Raging Ogre)

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene # [Securing the Future]

LOCATION:

Delegate & Press Lounge, Tech Expo, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Chikage, Jesper, Kasumi, Amari, Sophia (NPC)

SECURING THE FUTURE

If you’d have asked the Central District police captain what he thought about the vague offer contained in the letter on his nightstand, he would have told you that the CDPD is in no need of Albrecht Industry’s help.

However, by pure interest, out of curiosity backed by caution, he would be attending the event to only the knowledge of his direct subordinates. Anyone who asked of his whereabouts, should they ask, would be told of an abrupt sick-leave.

Given his recent findings several months ago and over the course of the months that followed, he’d been walking in the shoes of suspicion and wariness—questioning the words and actions of his confrères; he suspected hidden motives where, normally, he’d have suspected none at all.

A wonder weighed heavily upon him… He stared searchingly at the reflection of himself in the bathroom mirror. Who could be trusted?... The answer he’d always practiced was obviously no one, but… as of late, Chikage found himself seeking just that.

​

The hood of the sleek, black Jeep glistened under the buzzing sun as it navigated the East District’s tidy streets per his cell-phone’s GPS instructions—he’d never been to this part of the East before. Then, upon arrival at the Tech Expo, parking came easy before the Captain found himself slowly approaching the building.

A pair of quality-brand leather lace-ups carried him across the lot toward the front entrance, and he crossed through the reception area without security batting an eye. They knew he’d be coming.

Indifferently, Chikage surveyed the expo’s happenings in wide glimpses. As expected, there were few people he actually recognized. Less than he had anticipated, but that shouldn’t be an issue, he supposed.

Coming upon the Delegate and Press Lounge, having stopped to ask directions only once, Chikage halted before the door, took a breath and checked the time, then entered the lounge. He’d felt no obligation to knock, but, upon seeing Sophia, reckoned it would have been polite.

When their eyes met, Chikage’s confident and usually controlled composure slipped ever so slightly by the woman’s unexpected beauty—ruby reds averted briefly—but the Captain recovered in time enough that it could have easily been missed.

Not dwelling, he bowed, and, when straightening again, smiled something subtle. “Good afternoon.” His tone was gentle. “Did I make you wait?” Staring at her, he couldn’t help but imagine how fitting would be a bouquet of royal purple dahlias in her hands. A habit he'd developed many years ago...

CHIKAGE/POST NOTES​

— —The majority of the front, right half of Chikage's body is badly scarred from burns, stopping halfway up his neck. For this reason, he wears a black, leather glove always covering his right hand, and usually wears long-sleeved, concealing clothes. Reference (X)

— —What he's wearing: (Click) Formal suit with a red overcoat; Only the right hand is gloved

— —Chikage's Jeep: (Click)

— —POST RECAP: Chikage arrives at the Tech Expo and makes his way to the Delegate & Press Lounge to meet with Sophia Albrecht.

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[Peckinou]

Noa Bakoria Aquanaut

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi joshuadim , Merrit , Ryoma Stros , Suzerain Ambiloquous

Follow the Lightning

Kyshoden Alveshto, Noas bodyguard when it came to handling Phoenix business, was acting as their chauffeur for the day, well it was part of their duties as a bodyguard, but they usually did have a NP driver to drive them around occasionally. Either way, Noa had opted to take their smallest limo today, mostly cause she enjoyed the back of them, with all the luxury drinks and TV, to keep them entertained while they were being taken to the given location. Sure it would make her look a bit spoiled, but she honestly didn't care that much, she just wanted to enjoy their luxuries while they were on the road, and spend time with her otters. She had only brought two of them, but she enjoyed both their company and since the road trip began, though a sudden stop put a end to their fun, when their bodyguard exited the Vehicle to open the door for Noa, who had a Otter held in one of their hands while the other one was resting at their feet. When Noa saw that their bodyguard, had opened the door she turned to him for a moment before giving their otter a kiss on the nose and then setting them down. Before opening up a food bag for them, then exiting the vehicle, as their otters then scrambled to take the food, their bodyguard gave a polite bow "Ms.Aquanaut", Noa then gave him a small dismissive wave before moving down the alleyway, with her bodyguard leading the way. When they arrived towards the gathering group Noa gave them a small wave and a greeting "Hey, guys." . It seemed that there were only two people here, though it wasn't surprising to be honest, most of the Phoenixs were either out dealing with the Dragon meeting, or the CPD which wasn't exactly a smart decision since they had many other things on their plate, but it was whatever.

"It's been a while, since I've seen you Ry- I mean Bruiser." Noa rubbed the temples of her head for a moment before letting out a sigh, typically forgetting to use code names on occasions like this. "So this everyone, or are you guys expecting more people to show up?" Noa showed up late, she knew that, though it would be a bit surprising if someone came later than her. The other girl looked less familiar, but she remembered her, Suzu, Helva told her a bit about her, and when Noa looked her up and down, she couldn't help but smirk a bit. "I like your outfit, Mon - oh - hybrid was it? very unique." As Noa continued to allow herself to be lead by her bodyguard towards the trio, their guard stopped within 6 feet of them. Noa didn't say anything but did give a shrug as she switched to the other side of their bodyguard, "Anyways you guys got any details on what is going on so far?"

 

[Damafaud]

TRI

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]

LOCATION:

Ice Cream Parlor, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Tri hummed in satisfaction at Celestine and Nikolai taking his side. He knew they were the perfect people for this bet-cation. "Yes, definitely. That didn't count. That wasn't a fight."

His bet with Paris was simple: spend three days in the Central District and cause no troubles. No fight, no police involvement, no murder. If he lost, he will need to help around in the lab for a month. No running around, no weapons, no cosplays. If he won, Paris will procure that banned dragon firework supply from overseas.

Soon, Tri was distracted with licking the melted ice cream from his hand. Childish, but Tri never cared about that. He tilted his head as the other three came to the conclusion of buying an ice cream, too. He wiped a whisk of cream off his upper lip and nodded. "Sure. I forgot to take a selfie with this one."

Leaky ice cream was not social media material. Taking the lead toward the ice cream parlor, Tri deliberately took on a leisurely pace. It worked for two benefits; he bought time to finish his ice cream and also time for... friendship.

That's right, friendship. After watching Naruto and getting into the idea of nakama, Tri bought a book called 8 Ways to Make (And Keep) Friends. Even his bestie Lewis didn't know of this. Paris didn't know, too. This bet was all Tri's plan! He smirked internally watching his soon-to-be close friends.

Way 1 was to leverage your existing connections. The book said to reconnect with old friends, but Tri had his own idea. Since he was King, he could just ask people to be his friend.

Way 2 was to be interested. Something something be interested in the others and they were all now interested in ice cream. Check. Tri popped the rest of the cone and ice cream into his mouth and licked his finger. It was time for Way 3.

"So, I was actually born a prodigy. High IQ. I could speak from the age of two and I skipped elementary school, but my parents were a cultist and a con artist and they weren't really interested in raising a child right. My emotional development was severely stunted as a result and I had a depression when I was 8. I decided to move away when I was 11 and they didn't stop me. That's how I ended up in New Oasis. Luckily, I was obsessed with medicine at the time, so I decided to be a doctor before committing suicide. Then-"

Way 3: be vulnerable.

Spoiler: Tri's traumatic backstory spilled during the 3 minutes walk to the ice cream store

"Then I became a doctor, but I got more interested in infectious disease research, so I decided to continue and be a specialist and get a master. I didn't take medication at the time because I thought if I get depressed enough to suicide that's fine too, so then I continued studying medicine. It was fun using my Potential too, so that's when I started practicing at the North Then I met my wife and fell in love and everything felt brighter, so I decided not to kill myself. Oh, she died later in an accident, but I got Paris so I decided to not die until he grew up and do research while at it-"

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"-and do research while at it, but then- Oh, we are here."

A chic, modern storefront stood before them. Bright, pastel colors sang their entrance as the server beamed with a welcoming smile, asking what they would like to order. It was definitely nothing like the trainwreck of a story mentioned before. Tri nudged Jozef ahead, letting him ordered first.

"So," Tri turned to Niko and Celestine with expectant look in his eyes. "What do you think?"

He was so great at being vulnerable.

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[Lucem]

Ezra Knight

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ezra, Elias, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

WHERE GIANTS SLEEP

Despite spending almost an entire year in the Albino Tigers, not much in Ezra's life had changed since his first week as a member. He was still a grunt who followed orders for the sake of following other orders, trying to keep close and listen to the people above him on the criminal hierarchy. Today was no different. In order to do as his father asked and scrape up even a little bit of respectability, he had answered the Jack's call and accepted a mission. Although, getting the job done was going to be a lot harder than he initially thought.

When Isobel first came to him with the mission, he felt a rare bit of joy. Not because it was a good chance to build up his reputation like his father wanted, but because it sounded safe compared to what he'd been put through over the year. He was hoping for an assignment that didn't involve enemy HPs, firefights, high-speed chases, or jumping out of buildings. Reconnaissance sounded relatively simple, and being in neutral territory made him feel a tad less anxious. Of course, the memory of his first job at one of the Tiger casinos reminded him how bad a "simple" job could turn out, so he hadn't entirely let his guard down. With his luck, it wouldn't be surprising if he ended up fighting giant monsters or some weird cult, but he was hoping for the best.

Even if he wasn't suddenly hit by some roaming disaster, there were already a few bumps on the road. The biggest one was the fact that nobody in the group knew what they were looking for. That seemed like a pretty big deal for a recon job. Without an idea of what to look for, he was at a loss. He'd spent the entire time wandering, trying to spot anything that fit the vague description of "strange". Unsurprisingly, he hadn't found a thing so far.

He and the others had been called to investigate strange happenings in the city, but the oddest thing so far was the mission itself. The lack of details on the subject of their search and the people who sanctioned it left him puzzled. Still, even without much to go on, he had a few ideas about what this was all for.

He knew that Isobel had been going through the gang's records recently. She had even consulted about some things, stuff like weird objects and the storm that decimated the South. There was also the situation with Markus. At first, he didn't really understand the connection between it all. Actually, he still didn't. However, considering the timing of this mission and how it supposedly had something to do with the history of New Oasis, he couldn't help but wonder if Isobel knew more than she was letting on.

It still felt strange to say, but Isobel was his friend. Despite her position as one of the heads of the West's criminal empire, she wasn't a bad person. He used to walk on eggshells around her, believing that one little slip-up would earn him a knife in the back, but she'd only shown him kindness since they met. Because of that, he didn't want to believe she was keeping secrets. Even if she was, he wanted to believe that she had good reasons. It went against his better judgment, but he chose to give her the benefit of the doubt. That's what friends were supposed to do, right?

Yes, he was really trying to trust someone. Big steps for a person like him. Unfortunately, his brain decided to torture him with "what if" scenarios, and he spent a fair amount of time imagining terrible futures where Isobel was putting together some evil scheme that ended up getting him killed. Thankfully, he was pulled out of those thoughts by the timely intervention of the other members of the investigation team.

Feeling a familiar vibration in his pocket, Ezra reached for his phone to take a look at the incoming message. Just like having a friend, getting texts from people outside of his family was also a new experience. Sure, this was still work-related, but it was different from the norm. It felt like there was a little more pressure, and he became self-conscious about what he typed and how he typed it. Considering his list of contacts was as barren as a desert, it was no surprise he was terrible at this.

He raised a brow when he got a look at the picture Iroi sent. Had that always been there? How did nobody notice it until now? Was it put there recently? Maybe it was just an ordinary inscription that meant nothing. No, it gave off too many bad vibes to just be a poetic message from a mason. What was it supposed to be then? A riddle?

While his brain was filled with a growing number of questions that had no answers, Elias was already offering a possible answer to the new problem. Palms? There were plenty of trees around the plaza, so it seemed possible, but it wasn't the first thing that came to mind after reading the message.

"Or like hands? Maybe?"

After a few cycles of typing and deleting his response, he eventually settled on that. He hesitated after wondering if it'd come off as rude, as if he was trying to correct a senior member or something. It'd be even worse if he was wrong. However, in a situation like this, it was probably best to put all options on the table. Even if he regretted adding his input later, he likely would've regretted it even more if he said nothing at all. Or not.

Preferring not to think about all the possible consequences of sending a single text, he decided to put his phone away and distract himself with something else. Statues, huh? If one of them had a message, then there was a decent chance the others did too. Fortunately, he was already pretty close to one. Unfortunately, this particular piece of stone brought back a few bad memories.

Ezra couldn't look at the large bird without remembering the incident in the South. Just thinking about all the chaos made him shudder. It even made him a little hesitant to touch the statue, like it would suddenly come to life and start pecking at him.

Aside from its large size and its connection to a gang of hitmen, nothing about the statue stood out to him. However, as he got closer, he could've sworn he saw something beneath one of the talons that gripped the rocky perch. It was really hard to tell though.

Getting even closer, Ezra craned his neck, practically rubbing his face against the cold stone as he tried to get a good look. Doing his best to ignore the wandering gazes and whispers from a few passersby, he focused on what appeared to be another inscription. Similar to the first, it was another cryptic message that mentioned one of the seasons.

"On rivers red does summer flow."

If the earlier mention of palms really did refer to trees, then this kept the pattern going. The plaza also had plenty of water going through it. Although, if all of this had to do with the city's history, there was a certain event from the past that came to mind. A long time ago, New Oasis was split by the rivers that formed after the first conflicts between the major gangs. Red could've come from all the blood that resulted from the violence. Or was that too big of a stretch? Maybe the messages were just describing landmarks that would lead them to a certain location. It was still too soon to tell.

After snapping a photo of the inscription with his phone, Ezra added to the pool of information by sending it to the others. There were still two more statues to check. If he had to guess, the dragon statue would have something to do with spring, and the tiger would mention fall.

"Ah..." It was only after he hit send that he realized something. He went through all that trouble just to get a peek at the new clue, but he could've just slipped his phone under the talon and taken a picture right away. He didn't have to do any of that.

Spoiler: Tags

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[WhiskeyMarten]

JOZEF DAALMAN

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks In The City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Jozef’s eyes lit up at the offer of ice cream, reining his excitement back to a chill nod at the two men, though beaming a grateful smile at Celeste for proposing it to begin with. He always knew she had his back.

“That’s a great idea, I’d kill for an ice cream right now…” Being around the Serpents so much made the word ‘kill’ pretty contagious, “... Not, literally kill. Just like, I really want it.” And in this case, it was pretty important to clarify.

Restlessly he followed Tri’s snail-pace as the parlour slowly, slowly grew closer in the distance, taking a few quick steps and then stopping while the King caught up. It was soon clear what the lack of urgency was for.

"So, I was actually born a prodigy. High IQ. I could speak from the age of two and…”

Damn… Is this really the King talking?

Initially offering a few brief words between his long trauma dump. “Oh God.” “Yeah…” “That’s terrible.” Jozef soon opted to just remain silent, fidgeting with the fabric at the edge of his jacket while the King continued with no end in sight to his story (at least it seemed that way in the long 3 minutes). He didn’t even realise they had arrived until Tri put his story to an abrupt stop, and Jozef looked up to witness the wonders ahead of him.

This was worth the story. Multiple rows, each with a dozen brightly coloured flavours enticed the young Serpent closer. The cold treat gave him comfort that he couldn’t quite place. A feeling of nostalgia but from what time? It didn’t matter when he could try whatever he wanted now.

He smirked at the server, who was patiently awaiting his order with an uncrackable customer service smile.

“I want that one.” Cookies and cream, a popular one.

“That one.” Banana. Interesting.

“And… that one.” Pistachio. Interesting again.

“...Please.” And his manners were still intact.

“And what cone would you like that in, Sir?”

He pointed to one of the display cones that was partially dipped in dark chocolate, and was large enough to accommodate the three scoops. The server nodded, as she began to prepare Jozef’s ice cream. While waiting, he looked back to the trio accompanying him.

“Thanks everyone!”

“Any toppings?”

A few more instructions later and the ice cream had strawberry and chocolate syrup, as well as a few chocolate and coconut shavings on top, and it seemed Jozef was finally satisfied as the server began typing his order into the till.

“Alright, that’ll be… 12 Amestriyen.”

Oh yeah, it was the expensive part of town. Jozef looked back at the trio, this time awaiting aid in paying for the treat.
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