Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Lucem]

Ashley Hart

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 4 [Home Cookin']

LOCATION:

Lyric and Alex's Townhome, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alex, Ashley, Auvura, Corvo, Lyric, Vulken, Yong-Yut

HOME COOKIN'

Lyric didn't need to tell him twice. He wasn't gonna pass on an opportunity to skip the line and get a taste of the food before everyone else, so he quickly took the offered spoon and set his eyes on the soup. He complained to himself about the long wait before, but it looked like showing up early came with some nice perks.

Before Ashley could sample the dish, Lyric said something that made him pause. She mentioned that Vulken and Yong-Yut had "acquired" a child, and he shot her a confused look in response. "Huh?" The way she phrased it made it sound like they decided to pick one up from the store while shopping for dinner.

Ashley planned on asking a few more questions about the kid, but before he got the chance, he felt someone grab his shoulder. Turning his head to the side, he got a good look at Vulken and all the guests he brought with him. Looking further down, he saw a little girl with long white hair and red eyes standing behind the older man. They really did get a kid. It wasn't like he thought Lyric was lying when she told him, but it was kinda hard to believe until he actually saw the child himself.

While Lyric was busy handing out more spoons and introducing Amelie to the cats, Ashley turned his attention back to Vulken. Grinning, he nudged the redhead's side with his elbow. "I was wonderin' how ya were feelin' after bein' laid up in the hospital for a week, but ya must be doin' just fine if you can still flirt." He got angry when he heard about what the bastards in the East did to the former Jack, but he never doubted that he'd turn out okay. Their dragon was made of tougher stuff than most people. "Glad you're still kickin, Vulk."

Changing the subject, Ashley got in a little closer and pointed at Amelie with his chin. "She ain't yours, is she?" It was a genuine question. He still didn't know where the kid came from, and that was the only explanation that came to mind. Although, he had his doubts. The girl couldn't have been younger than ten years old, and Vulken wasn't old enough to have a child that age. Then again, he didn't know what the guy got up to in his younger days, so anything was possible.

"Well, puttin' that to the side, we should start doin' our job." Pointing to Vulken's spoon with his own, he looked back to the soup that still needed tasting. "King's orders."

After making his way over to the pot, Ashley went to work and helped himself to a spoonful of Lyric's creation. He savored it a bit before swallowing, enjoying the sweet, nutty taste. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to put all his thoughts on the dish into words, but he did his best to get his feelings across. "Tastes good too." A rave review.

Stepping away so Vulken could take his turn, Ashley set his gaze on Amelie. "You're in for a treat, kid. Lucky you." Bending down, he ran his hands through Ares's mane. "Don't worry about the cats. Like Lyri said, you're good now." Lyric already said it was okay for the girl to pet them if she wanted to, but most kids would probably still be too scared to do anything. She had to trust a stranger's word that she wouldn't lose an arm, so he decided to show her that everything would be fine.

He didn't really know how to interact with kids, but if Vulken and YY were looking after her, he was gonna have to learn. She'd already been marked as family. "Name's Ash."

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[gxxberkit]

YONG-YUT SOMSRI

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 4 [Home Cook'n]

LOCATION:

Lyric and Alex's Townhome, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Vulken, Yong-Yut, Alex, Ashley, Auvura, Corvo, Lyric

Home Cook'n

After being beckoned by Vulken, Yong-Yut had followed the trio back to the kitchen. It was nice that they —they being Vulken and Amelie— had come to her, instead of her having to wander around the home in search of them.

Yong-Yut was pleased when it seemed that the others had immediately thought of Amelie as one of their own. I mean, Yong-Yut wasn’t necessarily surprised by this. They’re Phoenixes after all, the most familial gang. It was just nice to see that they didn’t dislike her. Why would they dislike her? Amelie was a nice young lady… At least, Yong-Yut assumed based on the short amount of time she’d known her. Maybe she’s not a nice young lady. Oh, god, what if they had just introduced a child spy to the Phoenixes? She did seem to have a deep interest in learning about them. This little girl could be what destroys the Phoenixes. It’d be all Yong-Yut’s fault, too —she was the one that allowed the child to come with them to this dinner. Thoughts began flooding Yong-Yut’s head, and she could only watch them invade with her arms crossed over her chest. Sure, they were stupid thoughts with absolutely no bearing, but that didn't keep them from being overwhelming.

She took a step back from the group and glanced at Corvo, who was dragged along with Vulken, Amelie, and Yong-Yut into the kitchen. Ugh. Corvo. She didn’t know how she didn’t realize she was in the room sooner.

Don't get me wrong, Yong-Yut didn’t really hate Corvo. But if she had to choose between sitting in a room alone with Corvo, or sitting in a room alone with Boltius… it’d honestly be a solid tie for neither. Corvo was a Touchy People™, and even though she had distanced herself from Yong-Yut since The Touching Incident™, Yong-Yut still didn’t really want to be too close. She didn’t even really understand why Vulken decided to sponsor the woman. But, at least seeing Corvo was enough for her thoughts to move on from the child spy scenario. For the moment, anyway. Yong-Yut was bound to think about it again at some point.

Yong-Yut looked over the kitchen at all the living things that were now inside it. A child, five adults, and three animals. Hm. She hadn’t seen Alex in the house yet, but she figured Lyric would be upset if he wasn’t here somewhere, so she could only assume he must be in another room with someone else. She wondered who the someone else was. Oh well, not her problem. Not even really the reason she was looking over the room in the first place.

Yong-Yut was actually trying to gauge whether or not she should leave the room, though with the amount of people and animals within it, the answer to her question was a definite “yes.” There was just too many things in one room. I mean, she knew she was going to have to deal with a lot of people in one room later today, but she didn't want to deal with that right now. She figured she'd help Lyric make the rolls later. She turned around and re-exited the kitchen, going straight into the living room, and promptly sitting on the floor.

Floor was better than the kitchen.

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

ROCCHI (Nakazajo Chikage)

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SCENE:

Insufficient Details

LOCATION:

Lower Central District; Around the block from Mach Sling

PARTICIPANTS:

Chikage, Jaimme, Billie, Odessa, Yuudai, Carter (Pending)

INSUFFICIENT DETAILS

<<< Remember

Sirens blaring, Chikage pulled out of the Mach Sling driveway while handling his radio’s mic, other hand on the wheel. “Unit 2, disregard that last order. I need you on the scene at—” he gave the location, “—Be prepared to engage. You know how this goes.”

Afterward, he shook his head and focused on the road. A familiar warmth radiated from his core—one he knew unfortunately well—and his breathing became somewhat ragged.

Not now…

A feeling of dread washed over him and, as such, his eyes searched instinctively for a place to pull over.

Two police cruisers hit the road behind him—evidence that dispatchers were doing their jobs—then came a third, and chills formed down his arms despite the heat flowing from the air vents. He checked the settings with a glance just to make sure.

Breathe… He inhaled calmly through his nose, allowing his lungs to fill to capacity, then exhaled slowly through his mouth. Then when all seemed relaxed and calm again, and that warmth was successfully gone, Chikage slammed his hand against the steering wheel and gave a sudden enraged roar.

The condition, his condition, had been diagnosed as an extreme form of IED—intermittent explosive disorder—but no medication he was ever prescribed proved very effective, as the episodes had only increased since the first. Many times he pondered doing away with said medication, but thought better of it, for he feared the potential outcome. Perhaps the medicine was working… and to abandon it altogether would lead to even worse consequences.

As he led the trio of standard cruisers around the block, three more were closing in on their destination from around the opposite corner, and the infamous Beast and his lovely partner were smack-dab at the center of their convergence.

The streets were clean, save for the two bodies whose blood was pooling over the separate sidewalks on which they laid. Far apart, but together in their tragedy, and Chikage’s blood boiled to see it.

How many more… He wondered internally. His mind raced with reflections of memories of countless obituaries at the hands of these monsters, and his foot hit the brake, the cars behind him following suit.

Stepping out of his cruiser, he counted. Two, four, six… Twelve officers. All NPs…

“Shit,” a quiet curse.

As each two officers exited their respective vehicles, leaving their doors open for cover, they branded their weapons and took aim at the two known Serpents. The two closest to Chikage, behind him, he addressed, “Do a sweep for civilians,” and they nodded affirmatively.

That makes ten…

Chikage stared at Yuudai a moment, then called out. “It almost feels like you’ve missed me,” he said snarkily, referring to the blatant public murder that would surely alert the authorities. As vain as they were, these gangsters weren’t stupid. Chikage knew that.

Holding up a hand at the officers behind him, he stepped toward the Serpents in approach, but maintained some distance—just enough that they could speak without yelling halfway across the city.

“So, what?” A short pause as he looked around, gesturing to his surroundings. “You make a scene, cops show up… You have a little fun?... What are you, bored?... What’s your play, Beast?” Though he asked, he didn’t expect a serious answer.

In the back of his mind, he hoped additional resources were on their way, else he brought these men here just to die.

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[The One Eyed Bandit]

Passeri Park

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]

LOCATION:

Cloudwalk Stadium, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Daemon, Sabrina, Dagger, Fahru, Masker Concertgoer K, Minato

All Proceeds

"Hmmm..." Passeri pondered, no, postulated at Fahru, or rather the parrot's words. "That's an awful embarrassing line of questioning, you know? It's like asking what my age is. Or what colour underwear I'm wearing!" So to say, it was a private matter that the bespeckled girl was inquiring into, and she was awfully lucky that as a part of her profession, she was not allowed a private life in the first place.

"Would it be too cliche to call it love?" There was a twinkle in her eyes, and a momentary wave of scrupulation that passed through her. "It's like... Not all that complicated, y'know? Have you ever tried to describe a colour? It's hard to put into words in that sorta way." Passeri's fingers wriggled about in the air, fishing for a more concrete answer that whatever it was that'd just come out of her mouth. She knew what she was looking for, mostly, but the words she needed were particularly slippery bastards, and she suddenly found herself struck with a case of butterfingers to boot.

It looked as if she were finally about to grasp something, when her phone suddenly blared back to life. Dagger's lifeless drawl of orders spewed out from the phone for what felt like minutes, and by the time she was done, Passeri had properly lost every last bit of progress she'd made. The woman clearly knew how to kill a mood just as well as she did a man. Jeez.

"...Well." She sighed. "Must be Tuesday, huh? Oh well." She appreciated Dagger's concern, but really, somebody skulking about somewhere they weren't supposed to be was hardly new, especially in New Oasis. She was just glad that they weren't in her house this time.

"Anyway. Don't worry about that. Happens all the time! It's just a sign of..." Here it was. Passeri snapped her fingers at the girl, and cracked a stupid grin. "Love! Crazy love. Scary love. But still love! Love comes in all forms, y'see, and mine is like... the same kind? It's all about New Oasis City! Can't stop diggin' it, babe!"

Woah, woah, maybe that was a bit much.

"Mmm. So, like, does that make sense for you? Like I said, it's honestly hard to put into words."

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[Beann]

KYODEN

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 2 [The Bounty]

LOCATION:

Dilapidated Slums, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hide, Kyoden, Raphael, Sang-Cheol

THE BOUNTY

With his signature smile, Kyoden tilted his head and blinked in utter confusion as the man in front of them started to shout. It would appear he had quite the temper! This man kind of reminded him of Bash in a way — loud and always threatening to beat people up. Kyoden chuckled lightly at that thought, wondering how their young Ace was doing, and completely unaware that the others could probably hear him chuckling to himself.

He did stop after a couple of seconds as his thoughts wandered to the question of what relation did this man have with Raphael? Kyoden hummed quietly to himself, debating if he should pull out his phone right now to go over his notes again, fearing he may have forgotten something. However, after hearing the crazy man’s threats and watching his hand move behind his back, he thought it best to stay focused.

“You remind me of a cornered dog!”

His tone was not condescending at all — it was completely genuine, a simple observation he blurted out. However, as he made his observation, his hand rested on the hilt of one of his katanas. “Are you perhaps lost? It’s a good thing you’re friends with Raphael, I’m sure he’ll be happy to guide you back home.”

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[Nova Anyw]

Scene: Tigers Arc 2, Scene 5 [A Dangerous Game]
Location: Phoenix Jack and King house, South District
Participants: Saturn (Isobel), Lucem (Ezra), Edward (Ernesto, Mbaye), Peck (Welsha)

The call had come quite recently. Callahan had hardly been home an hour or two before his cell phone rang, carrying the message that he would be on a job. Apparently, asking “Why?” is the last thing a gang wants to hear when they’re assigning you something… but after some clarification, it was clear Cal would be needed on site.

“And bring some spare construction outfits when you come.” Were the last words he heard, before the other end dropped the call. Pleasant conversation was also not a welcome part of the job, Callahan was learning.

Well, not long after, having been packed into a vehicle along with a handful of other Tigers, Callahan found himself being driven off into the West district of the city; one he was quite familiar with, due to the frequency his previous job had required his father’s services. It didn’t help that, even in person, the people sitting nearby wanted nothing to do with a chat about birds or the weather…

The job was simple, Cal was told. Heist a specific object from the head of the Phoenix gang. Easy! (oh boy.) Though the reason for Callahan, specifically, being placed in such a role was confusing. As far as he was aware, his potential was, to put it lightly, pushing the boundaries of what might be considered “useful” and certainly not “strong”. This hardly bothered the man, personally, but it was still a point to be made.

Frankly, he had quickly lost track of pondering this when he found himself standing up on a rooftop again. It was like being home, up in the “”fresh”” city breeze, where he had a good view of any birds that flew past overhead. The others had gotten to work on the plan, but something was wrong.

When people started talking, Cal looked back down at his team. This “Mouse” girl was awfully quiet, and awfully small. He’d be lying to say he wasn’t concerned for her safety in a place like this, so when he heard people speaking he grew tense. They could only be trying to let Cal in on something. Z and “Far Thinker” could understand sign language, so no words had to pass between each other till now.

“I-eh… Yeah! I can do that. I guess we’re a little too deep to turn back now, eh?” He replied to Z's awkward ramble with a faint, uneasy chuckle. Weren’t big cats their thing?.. With a faint head shake to clear his mind, Callahan glanced to Mbaye and did his best to shoot him a confident grin. “I’ve got the easy part! Come on over, I’ve gotcha.” and he strode up to the edge of the building.

With a little flourish, Cal produced a ladder rung from under his coat, and quickly extended it down along the face of the complex. Taking the upper rung in both hands, he gave it a few bicep curls to test the weight. This would be a breeze.

With a glance and a nod to the others, he added, “Let’s make this quick!”

 

[Taigakitt]

Mystery Old Man
Location: Fancy Place in Central
In Scene: Jesper ( AriAriAbabwa ) | Dimitri ( The Prophet ) | Helva ( Peckinou ) | Akira ( Nobody Special ) | Lucy ( BriiAngelic )

Charity from the Upper City​

<<< Remember

The Charity Ball–

Was it a ball?

Did it really matter?

The man stood at the doors, putting all of his weight on one leg, leaning against the cane he carried. The cane had a wooden appearance, with what looked like buttons or studs across the length.

He was chewing on a cigar, as he stared up at the bright, sparkling building.

The sparkling reflected against the black, circular sunglasses he wore that covered his equally golden eyes.

Adjusting his hat, he took one last hit before stomping the cigar against pavement and stuffing it in his pocket to finish later.

Running a hand through his beard, he straightened into a better picture of wealth.

One look at the scruffy man may not scream “wealth” but if they knew his company… Well–

Just as he walked in, he flinched at how bright it was before he adjusted.

Just in time before the singing started.

Eventually, he made a spot at a table. Maybe he should be on a higher floor, but he didn’t care.

His age didn’t really want him climbing stairs.

Speaking of, where was a waitress he could complain at for the lack of consideration?

Just as we attempted pulling a server over to speak his woes to, the singing started.

Clearing his throat, he waved the woman away instead.

As he sat back, relaxing and itching to take his cigar back out, a person came by to take his entree order.

It would take time to receive, so he decided to people watch. His sharp, golden gaze watched as a striking young red-headed man danced with so many people, albeit briefly, before passing them off to someone else.

He scoffed, a grumble in his gravelly throat “Young’ins these days and their playboy ways.”

A white-haired young man passed by him and a smirk grew across his face. He recognized the heir. It was best one kept an eye on specific… players in the game after all.

With a slight stretch of his torso, he stood up, grasping his cane as he approached the dessert table.

“That’s quite a lot of dessert for one lad.”

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[Misuteeku]

Sang-Cheol Man

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 2 [The Bounty]

LOCATION:

Slums, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raphael, Kyoden, Sang-Cheol

THE BOUNTY

As silent as he was before, Sang-Cheol observed from the back of the conversation. He was content with sitting back and letting others take control of the situation. Raphael knew what he was doing, while Kyoden... Sang-Cheol had his reservation about whatever that man was thinking. However, the white-haired punk seemed to have struck a nerve inside Sang-Cheol. He narrowed his eyes at Hide, if anyone could even see his eyes since he was still wearing sunglasses. One of his hands dropped to his side as he listened more attentively to the conversation.

More importantly, it seemed like the punk and Raphael had a history. It didn't seem too good, and Sang-Cheol sure as hell didn't want Raphael to use his potentiality. While Raphael didn't seem to be in the mood for the fight, things could quickly change if the other didn't want to listen to the conversation. He let out a sigh when Kyoden decided to open his mouth. How could a man five years his elder have such a childish mindset and a friendly tone.

"Now's not the time, Ronin."

Speaking a complete sentence for the first time, Sang-Cheol tilted his head up to enter the conversation. He meant it both figuratively and literally as he didn't want to fight, and he'd like if Kyoden didn't provoke Hide. "I'd prefer to get the job done and over with." He didn't like wasting time. While they somewhat recovered from the drug deficit, more was still left to be done. Timothy was currently in charge of overlooking Rebecca's work, leaving the other three stooges to their own devices. Sang-Cheol already felt a headache on whatever the fuck the other three were doing without supervision.

"That aside, you should really listen to Raph." Sang-Cheol said to Hide, "If you want to take a fight, take it at another time when we're not busy."

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[Tobi Naefaerne]

Urien Kokyo

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 1 [Arcane Informant]

LOCATION:

Nearby Heavenly Beasts Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Caio, Urien, Ten, Darius, Delynn, Orion

Arcane Informant

<<< Remember

The spectacle of Ten blinding themselves made Urien remember his old habits of sending off useless serpents. However, he couldn’t give into that with Snake right there. But perhaps little Ten couldn’t know better. They might have been dragged in. Or they could be just as bad as the others. There were any number of possibilities, but right now, Urien wanted to focus on Snake’s words that there were more Dragons to come. Knowing that, the murderous Urien instead chose the path of least resistance. Walking over to Ten, Urien reached into his pocket and pulled out his old sunglasses; as he did that his own phone buzzed.

“Tenebrosity, these will help. However, you shouldn’t be harming yourself when in a nest of many foes.” Speaking in a stern but gentle voice, Urien offered his sunglasses. “I also expect to get these back later, or you’re paying for Ronin’s dinner.”

Urien continued to scrape his feet against the ground, getting the last of the dragon head surprise off his shoes. As he did so, Urien checked his phone, looking at the message. It was from Kyoden, asking about hamburgers.

Hamburgers like on buns, or hamburger steaks? Either way, sure, as long as they’re juicy.

Returning his attention to the ramblings around him, Urien noted Snake was having Deylnn covered up despite them being in lower central. Urien also noted that he probably interrupted Ten and Darius doing weird relationship gushings, or something. They were both gremlins of their own brands of weird, so he couldn’t be sure. As for Snake’s question “To my knowledge, there shouldn't be any holidays today, but it might be something from a culture I’m unaware of. But one would think you already had those answers, Queen Snake.” However, the concept did make Urien curious. He’d like to think he’d know of such things himself by now. But it didn’t matter that much.

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[Chaos Gallant]

Jack

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alice, Elias, Jack, Charmy, Jackson

Happily Ever After

Jack let out a relieved sigh at the girl's dismissal of his attempt to put the shoes on. He tossed them to one side of the bench as he put his sandals back on. "I used to think people dressed like this were weird too, still ain't much used to it," Jack said uneasily rubbing the back of his neck, wondering how he managed to get into this situation.

"I shoulda' pegged ya' for a trouble seeker Miss Lana," he chuckled, patting himself on the stomach. "I've certainly had my fair share of troublemaking, that's for sure." Meeting her gaze, face-to-face, set Jack's nerves off like sirens. A quick silence took hold, Lana looking around and then leaning in to tell Jack about the rumor she'd heard.

By now Jack had a dozen daggers conjured underneath his shirt. He chuckled again, holding onto to his cool, "Well I'll be, who woulda' thunk those cats come strollin' 'round these parts. Though I can't say I know much about it. I've got a good friend always tellin' me to stay clear of 'em, but what can I say, I'm a gambling man." He finished, giving Lana a wink. "I must say," Jack stood up maintaining eye contact with her, "If that rumor is true, I wonder why a nice young lady, such as yourself, is out here chasing around after a bunch of dangerous cats like them. You're not caught up in something too deep are ya'?" Jack stepped closer to Lana, trying his best to come off as intimidating as possible, though he doubted how effective that might be with socks and sandals on.

However, his attention was drawn away from Lana towards his phone buzzing. “Oh, sorry Miss Lana, a moment please.” Jack took a few steps away before checking the new message. ‘Well that’s certainly something, there’s a snitch, and those birds are squawking nearby.’ Letting the new found knowledge from Elias sink in. ‘Doesn’t sound like he’s had any luck with finding the girl yet either.’

<<I think a lot more people than we’d like, know we’re here.>>
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“Sorry about that,” Jack said as he tucked his phone away, returning to Lana, “looks like a couple friends I wasn’t expecting to be here today, decided to show up.”

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[Taigakitt]

Reika "Succubus" Tsukiyama
Location: Central Mall
In Scene: Charlie ( Roda the Red ) | Hitoshi ( joshuadim )
Characters In Mall: Alice ( AriAriAbabwa ) | Jackson ( BriiAngelic ) | Elias ( QuirkyAngel ) | Jack ( Chaos Gallant ) | Charmy ( BluEndings )

!Shopping Spree!​

<<< Remember

As they walked together, most people were steering clear, deciding to walk to the other side of the hall or turn the corner to another of the mall’s wings.

Was it the air surrounding them?

Recognition?

Reika was paying attention, but reactions like this, she was used to. All she cared about were her birdies.

She had glanced down to see Charlie staring at a store they were passing. She took a brief moment to deduct what it was he could have been looking at. Her eyebrow raised briefly but made a mental note.

It seemed they wanted to use her treat as their moment to get other’s gifts. What about themselves? Wouldn’t matter in the long run. She’d take care of it and ensure they at least get something.

Charlie had seen something horrid, and the idea that this occurred still boiled her blood with knowing that the killer was still out there. This applied to their traitors as well.

Anyone found collaborating knowingly with their enemies were bound for some punishment.

She may be Mama Bird, but she was also Queen and had to set examples when needed.

They entered the store Hitoshi was talking about at the beginning after passing the delightful little dessert stand that Reika raved about as well.

She released her boys and nodded, “Have at it~”

The store was a cute one tucked away in a corner. The shelves were ever-revolving with different products. The owners here liked to buy from local creators and try to get their stuff sold. The owner and their children were no doubt also creators.

She wondered if they had her favorite in stock or if she’d have to go to Hector.

Walking over to a specific section, she was still easily noticeable thanks to her height. Extra thanks to her heels. Running her fingers through her wild hair, she hummed as she casually strode down, looking for something to catch her eye.

Meanwhile, the cashier behind the store’s desk was wide-eyed, sat on the counter behind her, clacking away at her keyboard while trying to sneak glances at the trio that had come sauntering in.

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[simj26]

Lin Kairong

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SCENE:

A Brief Meditation

LOCATION:

白春花茶莊, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kairong, Shen, Hadrien, Omar

A Brief Meditation

The old man studied the three gentlemen gathered in his humble abode, the small shop dwarfed by all the growing giants of industry and entrepreneurship all around it, noted their various expressions, their every minute contractions of their muscles, their blinking, their wary eyes darting about the shop. Only Shen seemed exceedingly calm, as he always was. There was no greater fool than Shen. There was also no greater student. Kairong drew in a deep breath, then strode into the back, allowing the men to converse amongst themselves. He had heard about the incident with the bridge. Lives lost, some broken. He knew there was war brewing, looming in the horizon, like a dark cloud hanging above, ready to let loose its torrential rain. He was too old for this. He was too tired. He glanced at a picture that hung behind the counter as he passed. He, his wife, his children, his grandchildren, Ruriko, Isaiah, and Reveler. Those days of peace were behind them now. He glanced over to Karin, who was still placing the groceries into the fridge. She would be inevitably caught in the crossfire too. He could not let that happen.

First, however, business. No doubt, this serving would be on the house, but they were guests, and he had money to spare. He moved about the kitchen, instructing Karin on her next actions once she had finished with packing away the items, and deftly commanded the tools of his workplace as easily as one would if they had been here for nearly 40 years now. In a matter of minutes, Karin returned to the table that the Dragons had seated themselves, producing an ornately decorated clay teapot. Small bowl-like cups were distributed to the three Dragons, and the tea poured out evenly into them. Kairong watched her from the side. She was decent. Passable, even. Not even a drop of tea spilled onto the table. She could learn to be a little bit quicker, but he was not about to disparage her. In fact, he did not have the energy for it. “Thank you, Karin,” he nodded to her, as she set the teapot aside, and moved back to the kitchen to prepare for prospective customers.

Kairong seated himself at the table, and cleared his throat, a deep, guttural sound that cut past Ayad’s question and Gauthier’s statement. “Young master, I have heard about the incident at the bridge.” His voice betrayed no emotion, and his opaque glasses further obscured them. “I was of the assumption that the Dragons do not stoop to levels of the other gangs.”

Elenion Aura
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[joshuadim]

HITOSHI YAMAKAWA

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 3 [Shopping Spree!]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Reika ( Taigakitt ) , Charlie ( Roda the Red )

Shopping Spree!

<<< Remember

The familiar old place was a welcome sight to behold, as the familiar jingling of hand made crafts and jewelry adorned spinning racks and display cases across the shop. His mission was a go, and the first order of business would be to find something as his gift. Hitoshi's eyes glazed over several displays without much catching his eye. While one could appreciate the amount of work that went into these pieces, they simply didn't click at the moment. He gave another lazy yawn as he leaned over and set his elbows on top of one of the glass displays and looked at yet another collection that was available.

And yet nothing seemed to click. A growing feeling of disappointment began to rise in Hitoshi's belly as he covered his mouth for yet another yawn. But then one particular piece caught his eye: a simple necklace with a raw piece of turquoise stone embedded in a small holder at the center. The pattern of the stone itself was what immediately enamored Hitoshi as he lowered his sunglasses ever so slightly to peek at it without his shades obscuring the view. The colors were vibrant and practically pulsating, though that could be because of the drugs as well. "Oi, I'll take this piece here!" Hitoshi said to the cashier with a grin on his face.

He watched as it was taken out of the display case and then wrapped and boxed up for sale. First objective completed, now for his other need. He leaned over to the cashier as they finished: "I'm also looking for that good stuff, if you catch my drift." he whispered with a wink to make his intentions rather obvious as to what he was referring to. Likely, they would understand.

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[AriAriAbabwa]

CORVO CORDESCO

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 4 [Home Cookin']

LOCATION:

Lyric and Alex's Townhome, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alex, Ashley, Auvura, Corvo, Lyric, Vulken, Yong-Yut

HOME COOKIN'

​

"That's a rude thing to tell a child about someone." Corvo was turned around suddenly, hands tucked neatly behind her back. Against Vulken's hopes, it was fairly easy for her to spot the young girl when they were the only ones in the hallway—not to mention their curious banter to each other occurring right beside the rookie Phoenix. "Some 'normal' drive you had, if it ended—" Vulken grabbed her wrist. Corvo cut her own words off with a light yelp, almost losing her footing as she found herself dragged alongside Vulken's kid. "I don't believe we've finished talking, yet," the rookie remarked, though she did not put much resistance. As she suspected, he took the two of them straight to the Phoenix King's hideout in the kitchen.

Along the way, he beckoned along two other people: Ashley and the "funny no-touch" person, Yong-Yut. Corvo couldn't help the grin as the twin-ponytailed girl passed around her, inattentive to the rookie. She wanted to poke her; it was a golden opportunity right about now... but Corvo decided against it. Taking YY by surprise like that inside the kitchen might just ruin family dinner. Instead, she turned her sights to Lyric for the time, who seemed to be flirting (?) with Vulken. Corvo offered an amiable wave. "Hi, King!" she said, though her tone came across as a mother calling over her pet.

As Lyric took to training her animals, Corvo's voice emerged near Vulken's shoulder after his little bout with the King. "You should have told me you were kidnapping a kid," she gleefully spoke, gaze falling to the girl. "I don't smoke around children." Amelie, was it? Corvo would need to have a little chat with Vulken about her sooner or later; her twisted grin kindly let him know that.

For now, once the animals finished getting used to Amelie, Corvo took to her. She seemed slightly offput by the older woman—likely thanks to Vulken's unrighteous description of her—but Corvo didn't mind. Instead of the unreadable countenance she usually bore... she appeared softer in front of the kid. "What a sweetie. You want licorice?" Corvo produced a palm-sized bag of the red candy out of her pocket, gently offering.

She took the candy, and Corvo beamed with delight.

The rookie cleared her throat, rising for now. She looked back to Vulken, her usual expression returning. "By the way, when you came in, you didn't happen to leave the door open for Romero, did you? He tends to get antsy when I tell him to stay, I doubt he'd listen for long."

For Yong-Yut, on the other hand, her isolation didn't last long. Coming from behind, a muscular doberman that walked taller than even the seated YY strolled in. Panting every second, Corvo's dog, Romero, stopped right behind her and sat himself down.

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Kazue Kaneko

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]

LOCATION:

Cloudwalk Stadium, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri ( The One Eyed Bandit ), Daemon (@Refaulted), Sabrina ( QuirkyAngel ), Dagger ( simj26 ), Fahru ( Mqueserasera ), Masked Concertgoer K ( azenva ), Minato ( Elenion Aura )

All Proceeds

The opening act was a…6/10? Hmm. No, closer to a 5. Not an instant skip if it came up, but not worthy of being added to a playlist. Genre and base song are solid, but combine into something weaker than the sum of its parts…Maybe lower that score to a 4. Probably would end up getting skipped after a few seconds.

Kazue’s musings about the band onstage were sidetracked by a stranger, Sabrina, walking at her, standing uncomfortably close to her, and ignoring her. Kazue spared a moment’s glance up. Way up. The thought of starting a conversation with this very intimidating and seemingly drunk person, much less telling them to back off, was a little too much. Thankfully, Sabrina’s presence was unnoticeable, save for that sixth sense feeling of someone hanging around. And the smell of booze.
A familiar chime rang out in her singular earbud. The sound of an incoming message.
Tapping her phone a few times, Kazue opened the message app to read it.

Where are you

Sister. Right, there wasn't any coordination as to where to meet up. As she tried to figure out what words would guide her sister to her current location, her train of thought was derailed by Sabrina's question.

“How the fuck did you get through security dressed like that?”

May as well speak up now. Taking a deep breath, Kazue recalled her cover story for the disguise and for skipping out on her job in the East District.

“Well, I had to wear the mask because I’m sick with something or other. Took off the sunglasses at the bag check...Do you mind taking a step back?”

Her response was littered with sniffles, and punctuated with a grunt and few smacks of her own chest. Kazue could barely hear her own explanation, and given how loud the surroundings were and how soft her voice was, her award-winning acting might have gone unnoticed. Too bad.
Some more tapping. Kazue turned off the typing sound on her phone and laid out a detailed response giving her current location.

corner​

She probably could have done better than that. Getting a better idea, Kazue raised her phone to take a picture of the stage and send it. Hopefully Ayame would be able to locate her with that.

so i see the stage from here

maybe i should come over to you actually
​

I think I can figure it out.

Stay put.

I'll send another message if I can't.

Alright. Time to wait. May as well ask that mysterious stranger a question or two. Nothing to lose, right?

”So. Of all the places to wait for the show to start. Why here? Just curious, you don't have to say."
The latter part of her question blended into a singular sound.

 

[joshuadim]

RYUTARO HASHIMOTO

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 1 [Charity from the Upper City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Akira, Helva, Jesper, Lucy, Dimitri

Charity from the Upper City

<<< Remember

A Traingong 440X, a limited series and top of the line sports car with its sleek chassis and powerful engine, rolled along the bridge as it traveled from the Western District to Central. It was out of place compared to the traffic around, as its design and worth was evidently more than most other cars around it. Its lone occupant spoke on the phone as he kept both hands on the steering wheel, using the car's integrated systems to talk as he kept attention on the road. The air inside was tense as a situation was unfolding just as he was about to attend a charity gala, much to his displeasure.

​

“How bad is it? And don't sugar coat it, Cal.” Ryutaro asked, his gaze unflinching as he watched the road with intent.

"It's pretty bad. If our source is right then this is a major threat to our business plans. Especially for future expansion into the city." a scrawny voice answered from the other side of the phone line, anxiety looming in every word as he spoke. "What are we going to do about it?"

A few moments passed in silence as Ryutaro's car finished crossing and sped along to the gala quickly. He was already running a bit late, and he couldn't afford hurting his image with tardiness. However, the silence beckoned yet more words from his head of IT: "Mr. Hashimoto? Sir?"

"Right, I'll have to have a chat with Weiss about this. I have a feeling we'll need some help in dealing with this kind of problem. I'm off to the gala, you continue gathering intel and get Jackson to prep materials."

"What kinds?"

"Oh, just the gin and some cigars to congratulate the Gordon inbreds. What the FUCK do you think?" Ryutaro then spoke with a spike of anger, hanging up so he could focus on what was important in the moment right now. The gala was in view now and he ran his fingers through his hair to get it styled properly for appearances. Focus on that shit later, let's impress the peons now. he thought to himself as he pulled up to the charity event. A valet quickly ran by to his vehicle while photographers shot their cameras with a barrage of flashes illuminating the air to greet the business mogul as he stepped out his car and handed the keys to the young lad who was going to handle his precious commodity.

As he walked, the cameras followed him to take pictures while he mounted the steps leading to his destination. Unlike his usual attire, he had dressed up with a Valentino-Couturiers dress pants and shirt combo to go along with a silk tie, and a premium Gaolin jacket along with thick leather gloves and a pair of dark black, Touvirille shoes. He was fashionable in every sense of the word, and dressed to impress as well as to flaunt to those who were gawking at him for their photo-ops. He sneered to himself on the inside, knowing that whatever pay they'd get for mere photos were dwarfed in comparison to the entire worth of his attire for this evening alone.

Once inside the venue, Ryutaro felt right at home where he belonged. With the wealthy and powerful of high society as he took off his gloves and stashed them into his coat, gently as to not crease either. He immediately was recognized by one of his company's major clients, a big stakeholder in several property ventures in the city, as he walked over and eagerly shook hands with him.

"Mr. Hashimoto! I've been trying to reach you since this morning, glad we can speak now." the older gentleman spoke.

"My apologies Mr. Rutger, I've been quite busy with some internal affairs at headquarters." Ryutaro replied in kind, offering a cool smile across his face.

"Ah, no need for great formalities here. I simply had a new property venture I wanted to pitch to you regarding a new apartment complex that hybridizes with a mixed commercial venue. My people have been running numbers on it and the potential is staggering!"

"Of course! I'd be very interested in discussing this with you further. How about, next Friday in my office?"

"No can do," Rutger replied with a chuckle, "I landed a 8:30 res at Sordia for me and the wife. Great sea-urchin seviche!"

Sordia on a Friday night? How did this dirtbag land it and I can't still? Ryutaro thought to himself as he laughed aloud to his client's reply. "Well, we'll figure something out. Have your people get in touch with mine and... we'll work something out, yeah?" he then said, giving the man a pat on the shoulder and leaving to smooch elsewhere in the venue.

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[Mqueserasera]

REVELER

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 2 [Matter of Time]

LOCATION:

Eternal Night Palace, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Reveler, Dante, Meirin, Ruriko

MATTER OF TIME

Reveler didn’t let go of an idea once she had gotten ahold of it. She sat still and back, seemingly relaxed yet fully rigid to the physical extremes of her body. The very corner of her eye twitched following the wink of the man. Something was trying to chip off her defense. And though she had no intention to compromise, she was faintly aware that her guard was being eroded; small fallen pieces reflected in the way she allowed her attention to shift momentarily from him. She turned to Meirin as she spoke, but answered only with an enigmatic frown. This affecting something couldn’t be just some surface glamor, but its real nature eluded her.

Her scowl only deepened as his appearance changed and his clones materialized one after another. Which seriously undermined his claim of wearing no mask. The clone of him dropping from the ceiling gave her a start. There was a new form with a mixture of surprise and caution in her stare. Her mistrust for the man had reached a critical point. The appearance of the Dragon King was not exactly publicly known. This Callen simply could not be a mere civilian. And she doubted too that the King’s cousin was even known very well among the Dragons. For another moment of distraction, she glanced over to Ruriko. The woman knew them well obviously, she could have told him, even shown him the pictures. It would make sense that way at least. But then again, why raise needless suspicion like this? The answer perhaps was very simple. He was testing her. He knew she harbored doubt of his nature. He was showing his hand.

This fool.

How she would like to have a private moment of intimacy with him. With all the fitting devices to make him talk. Then illusions would be dispelled by the most effective device: violence. How she would like that. And to hell with the fact that he was friends with Meirin and Ruriko. Why should she care? The prey always took priority.

The boop on Reveler’s nose amused her. Which one was which? Which one the prey, which one the predator? The differences between the two are not often so easy to discern. But by the time fangs are bared and claws unsheathed, the one who first gives up intimidation and turns tail then makes clear its nature as a prey.

“My type?” she responded in a conversational tone, yet there was precision in the choice of her words, evidence that they were not being spoken lightly. “My type is not about looks, not about height, nor about eye color, nor roughness nor cleanliness, nor how easy-going, nor how uptight, nor how fun, how reliable. I am not a school girl building an ideal husband. I want for a person—“ a prey, “of a certain caliber.”

She leaned forward, lowering her face closer to the kneeling clone. She stared deep in its eyes, as though to ascertain the fact that there was no soul residing inside, and that she was merely dealing with a fake—an unworthy waste of time.

“So my question—“ Reveler pinched his right cheek, and found that it was as solid as the physical contact on her nose just now, “Who are you? No, I don’t care what you really are, where you’re from, or who you work for, or what you are doing here or your address, your profession, your aspirations. None of that. I don’t care. Not yet. But tell me who you are: a liar? A performer or rather a fraud? An enemy or perhaps a friend? Just another flea like the millions out there or something else altogether?” Her nails dug in the illusion’s cheek, deeper and deeper, until it would have drawn blood if it hadn’t been an illusion. “Tell me that and tell me one more thing: do you think you’re worthy of my time?”

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[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 4 [Shopping Spree!]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Reika, Hitoshi

Shopping Spree!

<<< Remember

Tic...Toc...Tic...Toc...

As the entrance door closed behind them, the ticking noise of an large antique clock was the only sound that echoed through the small and humble store. But what the place lacked in space, it compensated in density. Crystal cabinets and displays as well as wooden shelves scattered all across showcased a myriad of items, ranging from useful kitchen tools and common types of souvenirs, to beautiful handmade decorations and jewelry, and even oddities and trinkets that would make one raise an eyebrow.

Places like this made Charlie very excited, a lot of these items were pretty common, yes, but you could also find little local treasures that one would never be able to find by simply shopping online. He darted around, carefully looking at the items in display. First thing that truly caught his eye was a hand-made mug depicting Amestria's most famous mythical monster, GreatSole. He knew that his Chou, his friend from west that he admitedly haven't seen in a while, would totally adore this. He quickly carried over to the cashier but gestured to the woman that he wasn't done. After a little more searching, his gaze came across an adorable bronze bunny statue which was about two inches tall, Tenebrosity had mentioned really liking bunnies before, right? Perhaps he'll like it! He proceeded to repeat this process of looking for a gift and quickly leaving it on the counter a few more times. A silver fang necklace for his good friend and favorite sparring buddy Ashley. A traditional tea set with a pot and a couple cups for Helva as she really enjoyed her tea and maybe would enjoy to shake things up. For Jesper it was hard to think what he would like, after all he seemed to be pretty well-off, but he did mention to stay in his basement most of the time, right? Charlie ended up going for the nicest-looking scarf he could fine there so his friend could wear it in that cold place. There was one more person he wanted to buy a gift for, he may not have known him for long, but Charlie really enjoyed working with Boltius, he also wanted to get him something to cheer him up after...all that happened back then, so after a little more looking, he settled on an old yet well preserved handmade ring, he seemed to like rings after all! He also noticed that Hitoshi seemed to find something worthy of purchasing for Alex, good for him! He also wondered why was he suddenly talking so closely to the cashier.

After putting everything on the counter, his excited smile slowly banished from his face, as he noticed the full purchase... I can't make the Queen pay for all this he thought to himself, as that familiar feeling of guilt started to crawl up his back. He walked towards Reika, curious about what was she planning on buying.

"Did anything catch your interest? And, by the way..." he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "I...may have purchased a bit too much, b-but don't worry! I'll pay for it" He said as he reached for his wallet, praying that there was enough cash in it.

Gifts for:

Ashley Lucem Boltius Doctor Llamabean Tenebrosity gxxberkit Jesper AriAriAbabwa Helva Peckinou Chou Taigakitt
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[The Regal Rper]

Orion | North | Arcane Informant

Every crunch that came with Urien's footstep and every splatter was intentionally ignored. Not even looked at. As far as Orion was concerned, the man had problems, one he felt no reason to address unless Urien decided to make those problems his immediate concern.

He had no idea what was going on at the plaza. And honestly, didn't care so long as it did not compromise their own, specifically his, safety.

Yet, instead of giving a nonverbal response, Orion replied: "I'm not sure, Majesty." It was something he'd been doing for a bit now. Ever since he'd been called by the Queen, it was generally what he had been referring to Caio as if not Sir, then it was 'Majesty', and every time he said it- there was not an ounce of deceit in his expression or in his tone. Neither snide or cocky in how he said it, in fact it was very formal, deadly serious in how he enunciated the royal nomen.

And then it donned on him that perhaps he should be using Your Grace instead. Yet given the nature of the Serpents in general, Orion wasn't sure if Caio would take that as a snide remark or an insult, and so he chose not to do it. He'd never known much about the politics of Oasis, all he'd known indirectly, was the city was a backwards pit of intergang activity and conflict, where the average citizen- in some shape or form, found their lives ruled by the superpowered gangs that had long overthrown the initial system that had once maintained the order of the city in general.

So with curiosity, he could not help but gravitate towards the general area where the commotion was stirring. He had no real knowledge about Oasis' events, hadn't been here long enough, but the idea that something would be occurring nearby when most would generally want to avoid the sounds of conflict and violence between the gangs in this city seemed...abnormal, considering what he knew so far that most civies liked to stay *away* from Serpent activity in general. At least the smart ones that could identify them.

Deciding to keep himself aware given Delynn's general volatile ability, Orion kept one hand on the scabbard of his blade as he began moving towards the activity, albeit, making sure to watch out for any strange or odd movement that would require him to be on his guard. Hair still undulating and a frost floating out of his every breath from his nostrils, Orion narrowed his eyes.

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[BluEndings]

CHARMY DEVLIN

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alice, Elias, Jack, Charmy, Jackson

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

“… Wouldn't you think that Alice is in better hands with us than if she remained on display...?"

The clerk’s words hung in the air, and Charmy’s silence only made her consideration more evident.

Her grip loosened ever so slightly.

“Claire, you seem like a fine gentleman.” Her gaze rested towards the department’s entrance. “Allow me to tell you a brief story about”—there was a pause—”similar feelings.”

“I was once tasked with returning a misguided little kitten that had chosen to wander away.” Her free hand plucked a piece of broken glass off the floor. “I did what I always do. I spoke. I bargained. I tried to appeal to reason, but ultimately I failed.” The glass in her hand swayed from side to side as she spoke. “Do you know what happened?” She pointed the shard forward.

“One of my associates put that kitten down.”

She set the glass piece flat on his knee.

“You see, unbeknownst to me, they had been given a different task entirely—one that hinged on my failure.” She rose to her feet, and pulled the man up with her. “I’m here to retrieve one blonde who was whisked away. Whether that's the same task as any other, I simply don't have the faintest.”

She closed her eyes, and released his arm.

“If you believe, without a single doubt, that the little plot you're a part of can outmaneuver an entire streak of Tigers—Tigers that are already here—then tell me that right now.” She turned to face him. ”If you can do that with diction in your voice, I’ll walk out of this cute shop as if nothing ever happened.”

Her mouth curled into a smile, "I'd be content with that."

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[AriAriAbabwa]

GENEVIEVE DE LA CROIX

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Genevieve seemed to sparkle at the confirmation that Elias knew Dimitri. The smile she gave, knowing he held his number, was probably the brightest and most genuine one she'd given yet. "That's... That's great! I had a feeling you were connected to him." With that, she spun back around to lead the way. Gears seemed to kick into motion, and the model more eager for their impromptu outing. "Let's head somewhere away from prying ears. I wish to talk 'business,' per say," she added with a giggle.

Following Genevieve's lead was not too eventful. She did not mind Elias peering into other shops—though she did pause and gaze at the Phoenix Queen and her lackies at the same time as he. She had a destination in mind, and wanted to see this abrupt plan through. Though she did have one more thing to say. "I've always been one to grasp what I want—I'm just not a fan of delays. From my experience, it's that mindset that defines 'fate.'"

As she led Elias around, there came a section of closed departments around the corner, devoid of people. The crowd's noises faded into obscurity as they walked there. Still too open. Genevieve went up to one of the closed stores, a women's cosmetic shop, and revealed a key from her pocket. This gave them access to a door at the side, and soon enough they could go into the closed off store. The lights went on as they entered.

Genevieve sighed, finally dropping her kindly facade. She turned to Elias, her humble countenance replaced with one of coldness. "You asked earlier if I knew about the Sedas party, which I do. And if Dimitri is at that Sedas party, that means that bitch, Francesca Thorne, is going to stumble across him again." The coldness of her eyes immediately became a twisted spite.

In one hand, the model took her phone, scrolling through her gallery until she landed on a picture of a beautiful lady in the modeling industry. "See this woman?" She waved the picture in front of Elias' face. "That's Francesca. She met Dimitri at a party two months ago, and she was only invited because her mother's friend happened to be attending." Genevieve's free hand curled into a fist, clenching then softening, and repeating. "Dimitri spoke to her out of kindness, and that whore blushed. She fucking blushed. Just because he fancied to speak with her for a moment, she suddenly thinks she's in his grace, and she's brought him up in conversation again and again since. She must think she's so special, and it's obnoxious. Francesca is doing well off, but her family is dirt poor. It wouldn't be crazy to say that she'd want to get with Dimitri only to embezzle his money to her own family..."

Genevieve took a step back, finally breathing again. "Sorry, I'm getting off topic." She wore her wishful smile yet again. "Give me Dimitri's phone number, the one that leads to his manager. And, his personal one, too, if you don't mind. The media will explode when word of Francesca's plotting spreads around, and there wouldn't be any better source than his own manager."

The model's smile no longer felt warm and jovial. The plan was simple: Use her Potentiality to create a convincing script that Francesca would say, send the 'evidence' over, and let Francesca's career crash and burn. However, even Genevieve realized something: she lacked a reason for Elias to help. Well, it wasn't an issue that would last long, anyway. "In exchange, I'll let you in on something, because I know why you're here." Eyes gleefully shut, Genevieve brought her flat palm over her mouth as she uttered one word. "Alice."

Elias might have also noticed the distance she kept between them; she was still wary of his touch.

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[The Regal Rper]

Callan (Dante) | East | The Palace

The growing distaste on Reveler's face was something Dante took note of carefully. It was too bad he didn't have any form that possessed Empath abilities, perhaps that would be something to consider when the time came to add on a new form to his collection.

At the very least, Meirin didn't seem to mind he had taken on the appearance of the King. Or rather, she didn't outwardly express anything in general. The fact Reveler displayed such an intense look of suspicion and curiosity, did not escape him and most certainly was not something he was about to prod her in seeking answers to unless she specifically asked.

So it was nice, to say the least, when Meirin turned all of their attention towards an image on her phone. He looked at it, memorized the face, then nodded as he turned his attention back to Reveler just as she began to respond.

Meanwhile, the Dante that displayed his true appearance and the clone that shared Shuwei's moved around Meirin to be on Ruri's side.

When Reveler did respond, all of them, both he and his illusory copies, listened silently. Even as she gazed into the eyes of the copy kneeling before her, Dante knew quite well that Reveler had more or less detected something exceptionally off about all of this. He'd met Dragon King only a few times, but there was no need to make that announced. The fact he was in Shen's form was clear enough- and by the time Reveler had gone to touch the cheek of the illusion kneeling before her, the original Dante, had already changed back to Callan's form.

Seeing the way she worked her fingers against his copy's cheek, Dante broke up the illusion before her, letting it disperse in the form of smoke before Reveler's very eyes.

He chuckled. Seems the rumors about you on the streets weren't far off after all. And the smile that followed was more relaxed than it had any right to be for someone accused of being a potential spy among three Dragons.

His tail flicked, and his reply was simple. "Innit obvious?" He asked with a smile that showed pearly white teeth. "I'm their friend." And to that claim, both the illusion that shared his true appearance, and the illusion that shared the Dragon's, nodded to the respective Dragon's he was referencing. "And by extension an ally of the Dragons."

Then leaning forward on his side of the table he shrugged nonchalantly, "If'n you feel however that this is a waste o time, well then" a hand came to touch Reveler's shoulder, and a copy of Callan politely used the other to point to the entrance into the booth, "exit's right there sugar." He said in a husky tone- one that neither dripped with malice or aggression. It sounded more impish. Like a teasing poke if anything at all. Though it was clearly a neutral suggestion.

"I certainly won't waste yer time with little ol me."

Meanwhile, both illusions continued to try to get a reaction out of poor Ruriko. No longer caring about the conversation at hand.

"I of course understand yer merely doing your job here Revy. Keeping an eye out on these here friends of yours to make sure the strange young man don't go filling their heads wif strange ideas or trying to sway em over to doin something silly", Dante couldn't help but giggle. As if he'd try that. The Dragons were known for their overall loyalty. Most were. And he'd been with Ruriko and Meirin long enough to know they weren't suffering anything to have a reason to leave the Dragons or look for an exit out in the first place. It'd never crossed his mind once to even bother trying. They'd out him in a heartbeat or turn on him in a microsecond.

Besides, out of any of the gangs, the Dragons were the only ones he saw worth the trouble of working alongside. The Phoenixes required too much of a focus on loyalty, something he could not provide them right at this instant. And given the nature of that gang, he had no interest in starting unnecessary squabbles with the Tigers that could be damaging to his goals.

The clone by Reveler's side vanished. "If that's yer aim here, you do a disservice to these two. If I rang the alarms in the beautiful eyes of either one of these here gals, you know they'd put me under in a heartbeat. Friends or not, I know you folk are serious about what you do here." And the way he said it, the ease and the certainty, made it sound like Callan was quite aware of how serious his Dragon friends took their duties as Dragons in general.

"In the end, sugar, choice is yours. Exit's right there ifn you ain't liking the company in here or feeling like" a hand rolled, "this is just a waste. Matters little to me what you decide so long as you don't try starting something unnecessary among the company of yo colleagues. I'd hate to be pulled into a knuckle fight again over a misunderstanding" he sighed dramatically and strands of red hair fell off his shoulder and over one side of his face that he flicked away with a head toss.

"Of course", he added, as the head toss ended, and that polite smile returned, "ifn you'd rather stay to chat instead, I'd be more than delighted."

Then he turned the conversation over to other things.

"Like Ruri over there, how you enjoying your time with well...me?" The copies, the one that looked like the real Dante and the one that looked like Shuwei, grinned from their positions on either side of the Dragoness.

While he waited for Ruri's response. Dante's tail rose up and in a blur of motion latched onto Meirin's hips, lifted her overhead in one smooth motion before dropping her directly above him and onto his lap.

When she landed, he gasped but it was not from her landing on top of him, oh no, it was quite the opposite. "Oh my goodness, so kind o you to drop in Mei my dear." he beamed, his tail flicking as she adjusted herself to the rather sudden drop-in. "Didn't think you fell that hard for me." Looking down from where he sat, strands of red hair seeming to catch the light and glow, lilac eyes gaining a peculiar alluring light as he stared down at her. "If you don't think I'm trustworthy Mei, like your friend over here," his lilac eyes peered over at Reveler before returning to her, a finger lightly tracing up and down Mei's arm absentmindedly in an affectionate caress, a contrast to what his next words said: "why don't you crush me here and now." His affectionate touch stopped. His eyes looked down at her, a gentleness in his voice that contrasted the strange new calm in his eyes.

It was hard to tell if he was joking when he said that. But then he followed up--

"Can't say it'd be a terrible way to die having either one of you or Ruri suffocating me by sitting on me. Heaven knows we've all had our strange fantasies about someone that tickles the fancy."

To which the clones beside Ruri winked at her and nodded. Nudging her in the side. Giving her a heavy hint right there. The one that shared the real Dante's appearance waggling his brows. The one that looked like Shuwei, copying the action.

"If you're that curious, ask me a specific question" his form leaning away from Meirin and looking over to the blonde Dragon. "Any of you can. Ask me one, and I'll answer if you really feel you don't know me that well. I'll give you a response." And from his tone, it sounded like he meant it.

Of course, some responses couldn't be given- and he knew this was a dangerous game he was playing here. However that was the point though wasn't it? Hide too much and all three would fall in line of doubting him. Some truths had to be given, but not all on the first day.

That alone, was for certain.

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Osamu Ueno

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]

LOCATION:

Cloudwalk Stadium, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Passeri, Daemon, Sabrina, Dagger, Fahru, Masked Concertgoer K, Minato, Kazue

All Proceeds

Osamu had started off his day like any normal person would, by heading to the casino. Osamu's morning routine was to take money from any high rollers who thought they couldn't be beat. Taking money from them was part of his income and with his intelligence, it was almost like taking candy from a baby. Being confronted about cheating was a common occurrence during this routine and Osamu would always just usher the guards over as he looked for his next victim. On this particular day, Osamu was downing mixed concoctions during his pregame ritual before the concert. He was already feeling a bit woozy, but as long as he kept his drinking at a reasonable pace, he'd be able to keep his gambling routine up.

With his money made, Osamu had begun his walk over to the concert venue, Cloudwalk Stadium. The walk itself seemed longer than usual, probably because Osamu could barely keep himself properly balanced as he walked on the sidewalk. Osamu had a drink in his hand, though much of the contents found itself on the sidewalk as he almost tripped over himself. "Son of a bitch, this beer was expensive enough." His eyes landed on his destination as he grew nearer.

Not only did Osamu have a ticket to this event, he also had a backstage pass. Getting into the event was easy enough and he quickly found himself grabbing another beer from a stand outside the venue. Normally, Osamu wouldn't go to events like this, but he wanted an excuse to get drunk and a concert was something new to him. Once inside the venue, Osamu was already stumbling around, raising the eyebrows of onlookers. Osamu grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it as his eyes focused on the no smoking sign that was in front of him. He blew smoke onto it, and began his journey to the backstage.

Getting there was difficult as Osamu was now struggling on his feet, having to lean on the wall on separate occasions, "How do alcoholics do this on a daily basis?" The drunk asked himself as he finally made it to the backstage. At this point of time, Osamu was swaying like a skyscraper in the wind. It was hard to comprehend what was going on around him, all he knew was that someone was playing music on stage. "No pregaming next time." He told himself, taking a sip of his beer. Nauseousness was starting to hit him, causing the genius to bend over as he was preparing for it to happen.

Luckily for those backstage, he was able to keep it in and he straightened himself the best he could. Osamu couldn't comprehend what music was being played, but he started to dance as a way to keep his mind off the thought of throwing up. The dancing wasn't good by any means, and he just looked like a complete drunk who probably shouldn't be backstage. The guards weren't doing a great job that day.

 

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TENEBROSITY

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 1 [Arcane Informant]

LOCATION:

Nearby Heavenly Beasts Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Caio, Urien, Ten, Darius, Delynn, Orion

Arcane Informant

“Sorrryyy~!” Ten called back to Caio in response to his reprimand. Though, they knew full well they weren’t going to stop checking their phone —I mean, they were in the middle of a conversation! They’re not just going to disappear while they’re trying to talk to their friends.

They turned back to Darius as he pulled out a pair of pink sunglasses, the shape of which Ten immediately recognized to be the ones they had given to him just last year. They gave him a giggle, giddy that he’d keep the present on him all this time, and took them. “Tha—nk you, Da—”

They were interrupted by Urien walking up to them and offering them his own pair of sunglasses. Urien seemed to be giving Ten a small lesson of some sort, but Ten didn’t really care. “Thank y- Thank you!! Wait, um, Ro.. nin?” They gave the man a confused look. Who the hell is Ronin? They opened their mouth to ask, but Urien had already turned his attention to his phone. Oh well!

Ten held up both pairs of sunglasses in front of their face, debating between which one to wear. Instead of choosing to wear one, though, they instead put both on their face; the pair Urien gave them went on the bottom, and the Hello Kitty glasses were on top. They blinked their eyes open. Ah, the gift of sight~. They giggled to themself a little before Caio asked a question to the group.

They looked towards the plaza, tilting their head. “May- May- May- M- May- Maybe it’s- Maybe it’s a birthday pa--arty!” They clapped. “Maybe it’s a- it’s a- it’s a- it’s a f—ield trip. Or maybe there’s a speech going on! Or- or- or- or- or- or maybe it’s Maybelline~. Nyeheh.” None of Ten’s answers were serious, nor were they supposed to be taken that way. Ten wasn’t necessarily a serious person in general, though they supposed that with how stupid they were taken to be, some might think they were being serious.

Moving on from whatever everyone else was doing, Ten returned to their phone. They hoped they hadn’t left their friends waiting too long.

srry got sunglasses rq lol!!! u guys r good with spoilers idc < 3

nd im out w/ dairy rn jes < 33333 u guys know dairy right? my boyfriend hehehe < 3 you guys NEEED to meet him sometime guys !!!!!!! anywayyyyyyyyyy

i hope i can get to watching it guys it sounds so cool < 3

They exited their messenger app on their phone and quickly opened a music app. They scrolled down through their playlist for a few seconds before they landed on song they liked, turning it on and letting the music play into their ear. They took a moment to adjust their earbud and turn the music down a little before looking up to the others. Someone Ten hadn’t bothered to catch the name of had begun walking towards the commotion near the statues with a cautious look. Ten's eyes looked between the man and the others to gauge their reactions, before they started skipping after the walking man, quickly overtaking him. “Where we- where we goin’?”

 

[Elenion Aura]

SHEN YUE

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 2 [A Brief Meditation]

LOCATION:

白春花茶莊, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Shen, Kairong, Hadrien, Omar

A BRIEF MEDITATION

With a plain look on his face, Shen watched as Kairong, Hadrien, and Omar exchanged pleasantries. His mind was quiet. He stood very, very still.

Shen didn't have many habits. Nor did he have many tics. He was not a fidgeter. He did not avert his gaze when meeting another's eyes. Occasionally, he hardly seemed to blink at all. He was staring, now, unblinkingly, at Hadrien. Hadrien had just said something to him that Shen found interesting. So don't disappoint me. That was very interesting! Shen smiled sincerely. Not many people spoke to him like that. In his mind, Shen was beginning to form an opinion of Hadrien, his new acquaintance. That was a very cool thing to say!. Shen thought to himself. Hadrien, he concluded, was cool.

“Hm. Okay! I won't.”

Shen nodded to himself self-assuredly, smiling a little wider as he turned his attention to Omar... Omar! Of course. He knew Omar... Somewhat. He recognized the man's face. Though, he could think of no noteworthy experiences he'd shared with Omar in the past. Perhaps today was the day that changed! Omar spoke, in a tone that Shen was accustomed to being spoken to. He nodded agreeably, catching every handful of words. Realizing that he'd been asked a question, Shen thought to himself for a moment. Had they been assembled? Perhaps! But Dragon King though he may be, there was only one master within the confines of these humble, hallowed walls. Shen would follow his lead.

Kairong had momentarily recused himself to the back of the shop as his shop-keeper appeared and began to pour them each a cup of steaming tea. Before she'd finished, Kairong had returned and taken his seat at their table. Shen watched the part-timer she returned to her duties, tending to the tea-shop. He wondered what her story was... Probably boring. He decided to make up a more interesting story of her life in his mind, but was interrupted by the sound of Kairong clearing his throat. It was familiar the same way that this place was familiar. He'd heard it before, perhaps a lifetime ago, now.

Young Master...

It was like he was being transported through time. It made him feel wistful. Like he was again just a child, training the day away under Master Kairong's watchful eye! But then, as soon as it formed, the pleasant illusion was shattered by what his old teacher said next. The words held meaning individually, but when Shen tried to put them together in his brain, he was met with only static... Because Shen had a secret.

“Oh! Yeah.” The Dragon King blushed, embarrassed. He laughed a little, reaching up to scratch the back of his head as though he'd been caught with his hand half-way in the cookie jar. “I guess that was a little too much. I'm sorry, Master Kairong.” Shen said with a voice that sounded sheepish, if not exactly remorseful. Even then, the visions of the bridge in ruins flashed before his mind's eye, as he loomed high in the sky over that which he had wrought, as all the while the song lilted past his ear.

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