Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Slav]

Hadrien Gauthier

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 2 [A Brief Meditation]

LOCATION:

East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Shen, Kairong, Hadrien, Omar

A Brief Meditation

Hadrien didn't advert his gaze from the unblinking stare Shen gave him. With how emotionless Shen's face was, it was hard to gauge what he was thinking. Hadrien knew the reaction wasn't going to be negative due to Shen's lack of a reaction to his statement. After seeing the smile, Hadrien knew he had made a positive impression on his leader. First impressions were the most important interactions when establishing a relationship. Having a poor first impression made people think negatively of you, and that was the last thing Hadrien wanted. Gaining the respect of those with more power than him was one of his priorities and he had the perfect opportunity right in front of him.

His attention shifted to the shopkeeper that had entered, watching her pour the tea into a cup in front of him. While Hadrien liked tea, he was a far larger fan of coffee. He always started his morning with one and could regularly be seen drinking it. Once his cup was prepared, he did not hesitate to take a sip from it. His face remained unchanged throughout the whole process, analyzing what had just clashed against his taste buds. The tea was a tad too bitter for his liking, but it was still drinkable. He set the hot cup down as Kairong finally seated himself at the table.

The slow tap on Hadrien's lap began as Kairong had presented an event that Hadrien found quite interesting. While Hadrien wasn't present at the bridge, it was hard not to know about the incident. Something of that scale was hard to ignore and though he only had a basic grasp of the situation, he wouldn't call it stooping to their level. The Azure Dragons ran brothels, what were you stooping to? Hadrien was slightly agitated, but he kept his face calm, giving no reaction. What surprised him even more was that Shen was apologizing for the incident and he had no reason to do so. Hadrien couldn't hold his words in any longer.

"Master..." Calling Shen master was something that made Hadrien uncomfortable, so he dropped the pleasantries, "Shen has no obligation to apologize for that incident." Hadrien said, being straightforward. "The purpose of the dragons is to keep peace and the other gangs stand in the way of that goal. Shen made a necessary decision and I stand by that decision." Hadrien wasn't afraid to make his opinion clear, even though he was the most junior member at the table. If he wanted to be seen as an equal, he had to act like one.

"Our goal is to establish peace and in a perfect world that would be possible. Unfortunately, we are in an imperfect world where others seek to stand in our way. We must do everything in our power to ensure that peace. To put it simply, the end justifies the means." Hadrien grabbed his tea to take another sip, bringing it up to his lips. He was hoping that Shen saw it the same way he did. The last thing he wanted was to make teatime awkward.

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Elenion Aura
simj26
Vahn

 

[Taigakitt]

Yuudai "Beast" Fuse
Location: Lower Central
In Scene: Odessa ( BriiAngelic ) | Chikage ( Doctor Llamabean ) | Jaimme and Billie (me)​

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<<< Remember

With Dreamer’s hand in his, he nodded.

“Just today? Ain’t I always chivalrous?” He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest, though it was drowned out by the phones going off nearby.

Another day in Paradise.

As Odessa gave her vote, he squeezed her hand in affirmation.

“I know a good Italian place nearby. They have a TV that plays the news too so we can check if we are the stars of the day.”

Yuudai allowed any animal features he had on right now disappear so he was back to his normal self. No animal ears, no sharp canines, no enhanced sniffer or paws for hands. Just his normal, scruffy, eyepatch self.

He would start leading them down the sidewalk, leaving their two corpses behind.

Couldn’t say it’s “been a while” without causing trouble. No, No. The King was notorious for causing trouble. It just happened to be more rare for him to be in Central lately versus the North.

A hands-on King.

With the Phoenixes having lost control of Central, it was a free-for-all and he wanted it.

Once the Serpents would get Central, first thing he wanted to do was go on a purge! A wonderful night of just going around and getting read of the weaklings that crawled the streets. Maybe they could even blow up that ghastly Police HQ that sprawled all of Central’s levels.

The sound of sirens getting closer brought him back to reality as he hummed.

“They’re going to interrupt our lunch date,” his tone was a little more flat, as though he was annoyed. Well, he was. He takes dates very seriously after all.

With a clearing of his throat, he shrugged it away, “Maybe this’ll be a workout before the meal then, eh?” He snorted, “That is to say, if they really try.”

He doubted it.

And the police vehicles were stopped and weapons drawn.

Yuudai tilted his head to the side, stretching his neck.

A familiar voice reached his ears and a wicked smile crossed his face, “Oh it’s the plaything of Central~”

With a glance at interlocked hands, he released Odessa. She could be as free as she wanted to do whatever she pleased and his expression could tell her to “go wild.”

Chikage was at their back so he turned around. He mockingly flung his arms halfway up to where his hands briefly brushed against his chest. “Oh no. Guns. Whatever am I do to,” his tone was flat, mocking.

The King tilted his head to the side, this time in the opposite direction as earlier to get the other side of his neck stretched.

“They were weak so we freed them,” was Beast’s answer to the Captain. He smirked, “Are you weak as well?” Yuudai shifted his blue eye to be more feline as his pupils turned into slits just after he spoke.

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[Vahn]

Omar Ayad.

Fantasy - Four Heavenly Kings: CS Thread

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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 and Omar

A Brief Meditation

When the elder dragon Lin Kairong spoke about the bridge incident; Omar could only think that this was the reason that they so happen to come together for and to hear Shen Yue apologize for causing said event was expected. Regardless of circumstances Shen Yue only caused the Azure Dragons to be placed into a tight spot. Omar thought how the other gangs might take advantage of this incident or worse utilize this incident as a rallying call to unify under the banner to destroy the Azure Dragons but Mister Gauthier would voice an opinion on the matter and also shows which side some of the Azure Dragons would be under. Omar closed his eyes for a bit as if to think of a response and realize that it now his turn to speak as Omar opened his eyes before staring at the elder dragon Lin Kairong and then turn to stare at Shen Yue.

Pardon me for speaking above my station but I have to be the voice of reason in this discussion... During my tenure as a member of the Azure Dragons and under the tutelage of Faa Yun I would like to point out that we as the Azure Dragons haven't directly attacked the other gangs. In rare instances when other gangs attacked us or attacked us in our own homes, we would retaliate but there are some slithering snake rabble-rousers that would attack and quickly retreat back to their own hiding holes that we would sometimes get in touch with contractors that can ensure the rabble-rousers are caught and defanged. We might have lost some contractors due to the attack on the Scarlet Phoenixes. Omar would stop for a bit as if remembering one such contractor who wore a pumpkin mask and went into the Sable Serpents territory. The pumpkin masked contractor made sure to handle the job and gave Omar a newspaper with the details. Omar remembered the headlines on the newspaper "Sable Serpents Drug Den burned down!! Accident or Intentional?"

Omar would blink a bit as if he remembered a certain detail on that past event but decided not to voice it out to the others present. Omars secrets are just that secrets. Omar would return his attention back to the Azure Dragons present at the table as Omar realized that he must have stopped during his speech and was somewhat staring deeply into the small tea cup. Omar looked back at Shen Yue and elder dragon Lin Kairong to see if maybe they might have been annoyed at Omar sudden stop as Omar decided to continue speaking Pardon me for speaking the obvious but the fact remains that we launched the first blow; now the Scarlet Phoenixes has the right to retaliate or demand for compensation. Worse case scenario the Scarlet Phoenixes might somehow coerce the Albino Tigers and the Sable Serpents to help remove the Azure Dragons. Regardless the need to spread peace to the other territories, you must realize that your actions has placed all of us in a bad position. To that end I cannot stand by the decision of Shen Yue or Mister Gauthier. Omar would stop talking and return his gaze to his tea cup and the tea inside of it. Not even picking up the tea cup and just staring at the steam coming from the tea cup as it only triggers memories that Omar himself has no right to tell as Omar is just a librarian.

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simj26
Slav
Elenion Aura

 

[Taigakitt]

Jaimme and Billie Hoshizora
Location: Lower Central
In Scene: Chikage ( Doctor Llamabean ) | Odessa ( BriiAngelic ) | Yuudai (me)​

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<<< Remember

The voice over the radio caused two separate reactions.

Jaimme threw his head back in exasperation briefly before looking for a turning point.

Billie pumped her fist back slightly, elbow going towards her ribs in silent victory.

“Quick to change his mind.”

“Well, we are the strong ones.”

“You got an ego.”

“It’s your ego,” she retorted.

Jaimme rubbed the back of his head but said nothing back. She wasn’t technically wrong.

Making sure no one would be caught in an accident with the maneuver, he swung the vehicle around in a U-Turn and took off back from whence they came.

Towards the chaos that’ll soon ensure.

Well, was already ensuing. There were two down after all.

Billie tapped her chin, “Think Cap is going berserk yet?”

“Well, it’s the Serpent King and two dead so–”

“So yes.”

“Absolutely.”

“We should answer him.”

Billie grabbed the radio, clicked the button, then held it to Jaimme’s face. Her expression pretty much said that “if he isn’t roided out now, a man’s voice might set him off.”

Jaimme shook his head silently but responded, “Copy. Returning.”

Due to the gravity of the situation, he put the pedal to the metal and sped the car up.

Jaimme knew the city like the back of his hand and there was no need to GPS to lead him back to where they were told to converge.

As they approached closer, he slowed to a stop and they got out of their vehicles.

“Think I should split?”

Billie put her hands up as though she were physically weighing the options, “Eeeh, wouldn’t hurt.”

Jaimme shrugged before there were then three of him.

Himself– well, an even more expressionless version of himself.

Anger.

Happiness.

Billie noted the expressions of each before looking pointedly at the one smiling like a doofus, “Bro, you really think that’s the best emotion to throw out right now?”

“Just in case!” the beaming Jaimme nodded.

Billie rolled her eyes before all three Jaimmes and herself took different directions.

Billie and less-angry-and-happy Jaimme went down the alley while Angry and Happy Jaimme paired up and went down the sidewalk, up close to the buildings. Anger pushed Happy behind him and growled.

As they approached, the sirens were getting louder and they could hear the conversation taking place. Best not to reveal themselves just yet, so they waited.

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[Elenion Aura]

DRAGON'S

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Child]

LOCATION:

Shaded Alley, The Markets, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Dyne, Ra, Shiri

THE CHILD

As Ra and Dyne walked along the path of tiny footprints strewn with shredded cabbage leaves, the pair of Dragons would eventually happen upon the entrance to a quiet, darkened alley, the type used mostly to sequester unsightly business out of the eye of the general populace. The trail took a sharp turn down this shaded side-street, from out of which lilted the sounds of a muffled, one-sided conversation...

A Few Moments Earlier...
The rain was nice. It brought with it a gentle tranquility to the otherwise bustling market. The aromas of frying noodles and boiled vegetables intertwined with the smells of the city stirred up by the rainfall.

Shiri was a regular to this particular section of the market. He didn’t tend to have much time on his hands, especially nowadays, and its proximity to both the fresh food in the farmer’s section of the market, and his own homestead, made it by far the most efficient place for him to grab a bite to eat in a hurry.

His visit today, though, was a little different. The old woman who ran the stir-fry booth he frequented had given him a funny look, as well as a hard time, when he’d ordered twice his usual portion. Something about oil, metabolism, and youngsters. It was like she couldn’t even fathom the idea that somebody as lovely and charming as himself could be sharing a meal with another person.

She still gave him the food, though. Business over all else!

Maybe she was a Tiger in disguise?

“Kid?” Shiri called out as he turned off of the main thoroughfare of the market, and into a dinky, sequestered away alley. “I got the food! You can stop gnawing at that lump’a leaves now.”

He shook the plastic bag that was dangling at his side, as if he were trying to lure out a pet with the promise of a snack.

“Better hurry up or I’ll eat it myself!”

… Ears—fluffy, notably less-than-human ears protruding out from either side of a crop of messy black hair—perked up at the sound of the voice echoing between the closed-in walls of the shaded alleyway.

The child—wearing a simple, oversized shirt and threadbare bottoms, both of which were at one point white—pried his attention away from the half-eaten head of raw cabbage balanced between his criss-crossed legs. He craned his neck, swiveling until he caught sight of his new friend returning with a plastic bag in tow. The child’s expression morphed from curiosity, to wariness, to excitement as he scrambled on all fours to meet the Dragon halfway, his head of cabbage officially abandoned.

Like an animal, the child sniffed the plastic bag inquisitively. Apparently he liked what he smelled. His eyes lit up with delight and he started pawing at the plastic in an effort to jostle the bag’s contents loose.

“Oi!” Shiri barked instinctively, and yanked the bag up, and away from the scrambling child. “Settle down, kid. It’s not going anywhere.” He withdrew the boy’s share only once he was sure he wouldn’t knock it out of his hands.

“Here.” He said, lowering the plastic tray of fried meats and vegetables down towards the body slowly, and steadily, popping the lid off of the vessel halfway. The aromas that the boy had smelt prior wafted out, sweet and unburdened from the opened container, many times more pronounced than they had been locked behind two layers of plastic.

Eyes widening with anticipation as the smell of the fried meat and vegetable oil accosted his senses, the Child spared one final glance at the man who'd produced this treat, as though he were looking for just the slightest hint of permission... Before long he was digging in furiously, scooping handfuls noodles into his waiting maw until his cheeks were full, and even then he tried for more...

Now, Back to the Present...
Shiri’s ears perked up and his hair bristled when the other two Dragons squoze their way into the alley. He tossed his head over his shoulder, a mouthful of vegetables crammed into his mouth, and shot an analytical squint in their direction.

It took him a moment to process their appearances. In a gang as big as, well, any of the Big Four of New Oasis, it was hard to keep up with names and faces as distinct as the two in front of him, but eventually, he found their ticket.

“Ah!” He mumbled in realization, and then swallowed his mouth of food in one gulp. “What’s up? Forgive me for the mess, but I wasn’t expecting guests this afternoon. Feel free to make yourself comfy, though!”

Shiri’s eyes shifted about his humble… Lunch room for the day, and then he shifted himself to sit between the child, and the two Dragons.

“Comon, take a seat.” He said, gesturing to the overturned oil drum upon which he was previously sat. “Oh! And where’s my manners? You guys hungry?” He jerked his half-empty plastic container in their direction.

“There’s still enough here for a snack if you guys split it.”

The Child, for his part, had paused his feasting... Green eyes glared warily from one new face to the other. His tiny body was primed to bolt.

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Damafaud
The Prophet

 

[Elenion Aura]

HECTOR V. MILO

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Recruit]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius, Hector, Milo

THE RECRUIT

As Hector approached, Milo took one measured step backward. That’s it, he thought to himself as the Ace of the Phoenixes—scourge of the South—drew closer. A few more steps and he’d be right where he was meant to be. It was no accident that this chance meeting was happening here, on this street. Milo had become quite familiar with it over the past several days… As he was setting up for this.

"Yeah. I know how." Milo answered. He knew how this game worked. Whether anybody truly liked it or not, strength ruled this city, and the four gangs that infested it. If an Ace, a Jack, a King, or a Queen, didn’t have the strength to defend their title, then they didn’t deserve it in the first place. "I don’t want to have to kill you, but I will."

Don’t look at him, Milo. He knew Boltius was standing right there, looking at him, hearing him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go... Why did you have to come, Bolt?

Hector hated to stand still. From the moment his walk was interrupted he had been subconsciously gearing up to take action. The claws enveloping his fingers had taken form, and he outstretched his hands, ready to use them. As Milo stepped back, Hector stepped forward, sizing up his opponent. By the look on Hector's face, it was clear he wasn't expecting much.

It wouldn't have looked out of place if he had started salivating and baring his teeth. There wasn't much separating him from the big cats that roamed Lyric's home at this point. Except he had prey to kill now. Not even Boltius - what does that idiot want now? - could stop him. He leaned his head back towards the Phoenix who dared try and postpone his battle.

"Hey. You're not the Ace. Mind your fucking business when we're talking."

But who was he talking to? Who would dare approach the Ace in this way? It could be a Phoenix rookie, perhaps a new face, one that had yet to learn their place in the family? As much as Hector tried to familiarise himself with all the Phoenixes, it was impossible given the sheer number of them. Or maybe, just maybe, they were of another gang. Just the thought of watching the life bleed out of a helpless Tiger, or felled Dragon, or writhing Serpent was enough to hype him up for a fight with anyone. But he didn’t even know his opponent’s name.

"You." It was clear he was addressing Milo now, "Where do your affiliations lie? And what may I call you? Not that it will matter anyway, this pitiful challenge won't even put a scratch on me."

… As if Milo was going to answer that. Besides, it didn’t matter now, anyway. He watched Hector’s feet as they took one final step, until they were exactly where Milo wanted them to be.

X marks the spot.

As if on cue, the pavement beneath Hector’s feet itself began to writhe like a nest of vipers. The trap was sprung. Milo hopped another few paces back and away from the Phoenix Ace, as ribbons composed of sidewalk, gravel and all, began to envelop Hector, beginning from the soles of his feet. Suddenly, wrappings exploded up around him, obviously intending to give him a send-off befitting his moniker as they snaked through the air, cutting tighter corners as they closed in on their target. The only difference between a pharaoh and a mummy is time, and bandaging.

"No name, huh? If you wanna be the Ace, you're gonna need a name..." Hector's voice started off confident but waned into a more cautious tone as he felt the ground move beneath him. Looking down at his shoes, the problem soon became apparent as the stone tendrils started making their way around his feet.

Without sparing a single second to worry about his predicament, he launched one foot into the air, or he would've. There was some give, some ribbons broke free, but others remained glued to his boots, and to the floor. The struggle almost sent him careening off-balance by his own force, but he remained steady. He barely had time to be methodical in his approach, as more pavement shot up from the ground. Just climbing out wouldn't work for him, not without him falling on his ass.

Hector let out a few frustrated growls as he swiped the air with his claws. He hated to be silent just as much as he hated to miss out on the first move of a fight. Hector was pissed off. The sickening scratch of metal filled the air as he sliced through the ribbons, gravel and sidewalk crumbling around him. The sounds of fabric tearing could barely be heard as metal plates forced their way through the ends of his trousers from his ankles, sending the rubble of Milo's assault crashing to the ground it emerged from.

"Is that all? You waste my time for this?" He wrestled his boots out of the floor, trying to shake off the stubborn remnants of gravel that remained attached. As long as he was standing though, a bit of mess was unimportant. He needed to ready himself for his counterattack.

"What a shame."

Two lumps could be seen shifting beneath his clothes. They climbed up his trousers, up to his shirt, until they emerged as one lump of iron on his right hand. It was one of the tricks he had to learn in his years of fighting, not to waste a single ounce of potential. The metal he used to push the stone away from his legs was now shifting around his palm. His fingers stood rigid as the claws bent over to join the slab. He had encased his hand in its own iron tomb, which was now being held up by his arm as Hector broke into a sprint towards Milo.

The claws of his other hand remained bared, and he was ready to catch his opponent on them should his first attack miss. When Hector got within range, he brought his hand down to smack Milo with all its force.

Milo knew that this wouldn’t have been enough to end things. He’d known that these past few nights he’d spent on this very street in preparation for this very moment, painting over the sidewalk with a false face of his own. This was just the opening move. Even so, he was surprised at how quickly Hector had managed to free himself, savagely slicing through the painted strips of concrete and pavement as the Ace of the Phoenixes continued his advance. Luckily, Milo was no sitting duck. It was time to retreat to second position.

Things were still going as planned. So far… So good. Calm down, Milo. He tried, but it was difficult to quiet the storm of anxiety and fear in his mind as he watched a crazed maniac try and crush his skull with an iron cudgel. In his mind, Milo counted the paces that remained between Hector and his next mark on the sidewalk. The timing had to be perfect, or else he was really going to be in trouble. His fingers twitched. Was this fear? Or was it… something else?

One, two… Now!

As Hector—in the midst of his flat-out sprint—stepped over the threshold of the fourth slab of sidewalk from the first trap Milo had set, Milo sprung his second surprise.

There was a click, then the sound of an engine revving. The next thing anyone knew, a large, unmanned black SUV exploded out from a side street perpendicular to Milo and Hector’s sidewalk. Its wide, shining grill barreled down toward Hector’s flank just as Milo jumped away from the supposed collision.

That little maneuver had bought him some time to breathe. He hoped.

Rolling away from the site of the crash, Milo sprang up to his feet again, wheeling around in case there was more metal coming for his throat. There wasn't, yet. There was just Boltius across the way, a casserole in his arms… And all of a sudden, his heart sinking in his chest, Milo's blood turned to ice in his veins.

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Doctor Llamabean
Elenion Aura
WhiskeyMarten

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[QuirkyAngel]

Sabrina Felton

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SCENE:

All Proceeds

LOCATION:

Cloudwalk Stadium, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

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

All Proceeds

“Sick, huh?”

Laughter bubbled within Sabrina, though she didn’t know why. Sickness wasn’t especially funny. She blamed the alcohol. What came out was a low, breathless chuckle at the exaggerated coughs and sniffles. If she got sick, then she got sick. She didn’t avoid people because of the viruses in their body any more than she avoided an ill child in Valerie’s orphanage or the random diseased person in the slums of the North District. Perhaps it was because she no longer feared death. Or, perhaps, it was because she was drunk. Just a little bit. Regardless, Sabrina didn’t feel the need to step away.

“I was trying to avoid the Passeri stans that have crowded the back and this seems like a nice, lonely corner,” Compared to the rest of the stadium at least. “You’re not a stan too, are you?”


Must be if they were willing to brave sickness to attend an Iori concert instead of staying in bed like any other sane ill person. “Well, whatever.”

While it hadn’t worked on her, sickness was actually a fairly suitable deterrent that prompted most people—who heard her loud coughs and sniffles—to keep their distance. So long as the sick, masked concertgoer didn’t go on and on about Passeri, Sabrina was content where she was. People could like what they liked so long as they didn’t try to push it on her.

“I’d offer you a can of cheap beer, but that ain’t the best thing to drink when you’re sick.” Snicker.

She’d packed a lot because she knew she’d need it. The venue. The lights. The fans. It all served as reminder of what she once had. Now she hated it all. Hated the memories. Or did she? Sabrina didn’t know. She didn’t care to know. Hating was a lot easier.

Watching the band that vaguely reminded her of the old Northern Stones perform their own unique versions of Iori’s songs, Sabrina folded her arms and closed her eyes, her finger rapping to the rhythm. The group harmonized well enough. The drummer. The bassist. The guitarist. The red-haired lead singer. Considering they weren’t performing their own songs, but renditions of another’s, Sabrina wondered how much they were being paid to hype up another’s concert. Long gone were the days that Sabrina let the industry decide how she performed. Nowadays when she sang, if she sang, Sabrina did it for herself. She composed her own music, her own lyrics, and didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought of it. Freedom. Liberation. That was worth damn lot more than any piece of paper. She might not like what happened to her, but she didn’t regret leaving. Back then, she’d felt like she was being strangled. Therefore, as she listened to the group that walked the same path she’d once walked on, Sabrina felt something akin to sympathy. One day the industry would strangle them as well.

All the drugs and alcohol couldn’t loosen the noose. It only saddled her with a damn addiction.

Opening her eyes, Sabrina reached into the pocket of her jacket to pull out her favorite pack of cigarettes when she’d caught sight of a drunk-looking man stumble his way backstage. She narrowed her eyes. From her experience, nothing was worse than a drunk fan. Low inhibitions and strong adoration brought out the worst in people…especially “fans”. Not that it was any of her business if Park got raped. Not that she had a right to say anything either, given her current state of intoxication.

Right?

Sabrina laughed. Since when did she give a damn about right? “Drunk fans really are the worst~!”

Fortunately, she wasn’t a fan. She didn’t mind being the worst either. Cheap beer wasn’t especially strong, but in great enough quantities it did leave somewhat of a mark. Maybe she ought buy some souvenirs for the kids at the orphanage, after all. Or steal it. Or jump on stage and show Lucifer's lead singer exactly how to rile up a crowd. Sabrina pinched the bridge of her nose. She was starting to sound like that deranged kid, Ten. Regardless, the alcohol in her system made it so she found many things amusing from the masked concertgoer pretending to be sick to the red haired lead singer who--as if sensing her thoughts-- winked in her direction while his husky voice carried the words of Iori's love song.

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[Doctor Llamabean]

BLITZ (Boltius Beckman)

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SCENE:

The Recruit

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius, Hector, Darren, Milo

THE RECRUIT

“Hey. You're not the Ace. Mind your fucking business when we're talking.”

Bolt’s brow twitched. He knew better than to interfere with hierarchical business... Milo challenged Hector, so it was Hector’s fight to shoulder. He could respect that. But…

This…

This was different. This was personal. There was so much to say, and yet he stood, casserole in hands, biting back his every instinct to jump in and put things to a halt. He’d never been good with words, but, right now, he just wanted to talk things out.

Looking at him, was this really even Milo?

When ribbons of concrete began to writhe like noodles in boiling water before exploding upward in a half-successful attempt to restrain the Ace, Boltius stepped back in awe. The want to be entertained, however, was sorely overpowered by the unfortunate circumstance of the attacker being an old friend.

Every part of him said to scream in support of Hector—Kick his ass!—Fuck him up!—But alas, his teeth stayed clenched as he watched apprehensively. Waiting. Another part of him said to support Milo instead.

Boltius was conflicted. Deep in thought but observing the fight with every ounce of focus he possessed.

Only when a large, black SUV barreled into sight, straight for Hector, and his eyes locked with those of Milo’s, did Boltius finally tear his focus aside, disappointment plain to see, before directing his attention to Hector. His Ace.

He found his resolve, reevaluated his loyalty to the gang, then yelled loud enough to drown out the discord in his mind, “COME ON, HECTOR! FUCK’IM UP, DAWG! YOU EARNED THAT TITLE AND I’LL BE DAMNED TO SEE YOU LOSE IT, YO!”

Milo made his choice when he left. And again when he didn’t call back.

Boltius... didn’t know this man.

Despite that conclusion, the air around him suddenly chilled.

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[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 1 [Arcane Informant]

LOCATION:

Nearby Heavenly Beasts Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Caio, Darius, Delynn, Orion, Ten, Urien

ARCANE INFORMANT

<<< Remember
Darius watched Ten balance two pairs of glasses on their face, and a bemused smile was actually starting to form. This kind of goofy behaviour wasn't uncommon, and Darius could only be thankful that the others were at least tolerating the newbie's presence. With him there to make sure Ten's behaviour didn't get too goofy for the other Serpents' tastes, maybe things would be alright after all?

No, what was he thinking? Sure things are going well for them now, but how could anyone say with confidence that things would stay like this? Darius knew he couldn't be with Ten 24/7. He shook his head, trying to kick out the pessimism overtaking his thoughts. Just focus on what's going on right now.

At least he had a purpose for being with the group now, after having an umbrella thrust upon him.
“Darius- Keep my girl dry you here. If we all get electrocuted it's on you.”
Oh, man.

Not only was it an order directly from Caio, but an ominous warning was attached to it as well. Great, just great. Darius knew nothing about this girl, not even a name, and now he was in charge of keeping her from electrocuting everyone. At least her potential seemed obvious. Carrying an umbrella is a pretty safe task, and maybe he wouldn't have to take part in the Dragon fighting. It seemed like an important enough task that he could just stay out of the way of everyone except Delynn.

"No problem." He didn't like to say more words to Caio than absolutely necessary, but he smiled at Delynn behind the mask. With one hand holding the umbrella over her, and the other still clutching the bat, Darius opted to nod at her in greeting.
"Name's Darius." His name was already known, but it felt right to introduce himself properly. Perhaps using his alias would be a better way to introduce himself, but he hated the impression it gave to people. It was fine to be known by enemies as 'The Contaminated', but potential friends? He'd rather just be himself, and keep his misnomer of an alias far away. And if they were going to be stood this close, he'd rather not be off-putting right off the bat.

Darius almost felt like thanking Caio for this arrangement, if it weren't for one very loud detail. How is he meant to be near Ten if he has to be near Delynn? He couldn't figure out if it was an intentional move on Caio's part to keep them separated, but the simple act of holding an umbrella was now a lot more nerve-wracking.

The gathering near the plaza was worrisome, not only because of how close they were stood next to a bunch of freshly made corpses but because it seemed like the group wanted to go closer.
"Look, I don't know what's going on there but shouldn't we um... keep away?" He felt like his words had little meaning, assertiveness never being his strong suit, but he hoped he could appeal to the group. They had been lucky enough to avoid any trouble with civilians so far, but why push your luck? "I'm sure there are more dragons elsewhere..."

He could only watch Orion as he made his way towards the group, looking ready to fight if need be. Guess if one goes, the rest will have to, right? Darius had no qualms about leaving a fellow Serpent to their own fate, but when it affected the group it just irritated him. If Orion went and got himself into trouble, he knew the group would either have to fight with him or abandon him and potentially lose a member down the line, which sucked for everyone.

There was an exception, he did care about leaving a Serpent if that Serpent happened to be Tenebrosity.
"Ten." He hissed as his partner approached the commotion, going straight past the more battle-ready Orion. Goddammit. He turned back to Delynn, "Lead the way." He didn't want to approach the group at all, but like everything he did for the Serpents, he never felt like he had much choice.

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ANNA GARDENER

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 3 [Tailing the Dragon's Heart]

LOCATION:

Rabbit-Adjectcent Rooftop, East District > Platinum Rabbit Entrance, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anna, Tri, Yuto, Kisara, Bash

Tailing The Dragon's Heart

Why was he always like this?

In sync with Tri's plummet from the rooftop, Anna could feel her throat dropping into her stomach. Trying to deal with the old man was like trying to wrangle a hopped up chimpanzee. Anna would know, she had experience with both. The goat-headed woman only had to pause for a moment before she turned to the rest of her crew. There was only a few things on the planet that she'd trained her wits to be quick about, and at this point, dealing with him was one of them.

"Okay..." She sighed. "Change of plans, I guess. I'll keep an eye on [/i]our Jack[/i], while you guys sweep the top floors." Or they could come with her, guess guessed. Or go home. She felt like she'd already lost control of the situation anyway. "Just do whatever you feel is best. Tri is probably going to throw a bomb in there before the day is over anyway." Even behind her mask, it would've taken a total moron to not glimpse the aura of pure exasperation surrounding Anna.

"Good luck to us all, I guess..." Anna half mumbled, and then followed along Tri's trail, sinking her hand into a section of the wall, and then executing a controlled plummet by melting it as she fell to the ground below.

~~~​

The two guards stationed outside the Rabbit eyed Tri with a look of bemusement. It wasn't unusual for desperate old men to show up to the Rabbit and try to demand their way in, but they were usually not quite so well-funded. Their eyes, hidden by a pair of identical aviator sunglasses, met with one another, and they smirked a pair of identical smirks. In fact, they were identical altogether.

"Eh. What do you think, Steve?"

"Eh. I'm thinkin' what you think I'm thinkin', Paul."

"Good to know, Steve."

"So, buddy, as my buddy Steve here was sayin' not just anybody gets into the Rabbit" Steve nodded, and he then continued. "The cash is nice, but, thing is, the Rabbit runs on recommendations." Paul nodded, then he continued. "That means no amount'a green is going to get you in there, unless someone puts a word in." Steve nodded, and then, well, you get it. "Lucky for you is, we are fully invested with the right to do so, should we please. You getting us?"

"Yeah. Great diatribe, Steve."

"Thanks, Paul."

The both of them cleared their throats.

"And, lucky-lucky you, we just so happen to like ya and your... Funny little suit. Here's the deal. You let us keep that wad there, plus half of whatever else you got on you-"

"-And you let us see in the cart." Paul interuptted.

"And you-" Steve started, and then glared at Paul. "I was getting to that, Paul."

"Yeah. And I got to it faster, Steve."

"Ugh." Steve groaned. "And you let us see in the cart, and then we let you in. D-"

"Deal?" "Deal?" They both spoke at once, and then glared at one another.

~~~​

Anna caught up with Tri just as Paul and Steve had finished their two-man act. Her fingers were still wet with brick-water as she jogged up, along the well-maintained walkway that led to the brothel, and then did the exact opposite of what she wanted to do when she'd planned her infiltration. Yell and wave.

"Wait for me!" Anna's voice, so unused to yelling, sounded strange to her. "Come on, D-" Anna's voice caught in her throat. Just thinking about what she was about to say felt wrong. "-Dad. Don't wander off on your own."

Anna fell into place at Tri's side, and rested her hand on his shoulder. Unlike, sneaking, tricking was just as far out of Anna's range of skills as poetry, so she was going to need Tri's help, here. She just hoped he could pick up on the hint.

"S-sorry about him. We were supposed to come here as a treat and he just couldn't contain himself. He even brought all of his um. Toys. With him." She wanted to chew her own tongue off. "I tried to talk him out of it but um- Do you think we could just, like, pay and forget about the cart?"

Anna gave them a pleading look through the mask, forgetting that the mask, in fact, hid said pleading look.

"I'm sure Dad won't mind. Right, D-dad?"

Anna gripped down on Tri's shoulder.

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DYNE ENJYRE

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Child]

LOCATION:

Shaded Alley, The Markets, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Dyne, Julien, Ra

THE CHILD

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Small, fast... Dyne sighed, heavily so under the rain. "Yes, darling. Let us get this over with quickly."

Oh, she had a good idea what she would find and it would not be anything fun. It must be a dog. Or something of kind. Not fun under the sun, and less so with how wet everything was now. She held the hem of her dress up to avoid mud. No one looked; it was raining. Really, not fun at all.

Sure enough, as they entered a pathway awfully small and dark (which reminded Dyne of a fun time, of a different time), they ran into their 'fiend'. Proof: a half eaten head of cabbage on the dirt. Their fiend, as Dyne guessed wrongly and more disappointing than she thought was possible, was a feral child. Such trouble. If it was an animal, she could twist its neck and be done with it!

"Hello, darling, no need to stand in ceremony," Dyne said sweetly to the long haired Dragon whose named escaped her. "we are just here to catch a little rascal."

She turned to the child with a saccharine sweet gaze. "This won't take long, darling. You can finish lunch and come with us to apologize to the kind grocer, and everything will be done. It's not awfully difficult, no? If you run away, it will make thing absolutely horrible for everyone, really. Don't you agree, Ra darling?"

Especially her! Really, if she needed to turn off her rain protecting screen to catch a child, she would be upset that she wouldn't be so nice. If fact, as Dyne talked, a thick repelling barrier, about as tall as an adult, had already blocked off both ends of the alley.

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[Damafaud]

TRI

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 2 [Tailing the Dragon's Heart]

LOCATION:

Entrance to Platinum Rabbit, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anna, Tri, Yuto, Kisara, Bash

WEAPON:

Money

Tailing the Dragon's Heart

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Tri was impressed by the twin's act. He couldn't show it outwardly due to his cool secret agent persona, but he rated their act 7,000 out of 9,000. It would be higher if the ending was better, but he thought they were cool. Cool enough that killing them at the start wouldn't be cool. Only extras died early. Also, they liked his suit, so they had good taste. Every cool spy talked their way through a checkpoint or two, too, so this was perfect.

Just as Tri contemplated his best next move, Anna suddenly clung to his side. Tri blinked. He thought Anna was supposed to be climbing from the top. The not-cool spy type. Well, they could be cool together now. When going from the front like this, the cooler man was him. He subtly nodded at Anna as she turned to him. He could pick up the story from there.

"Hm. I was going to keep this a secret from you. But you are here."

Tri patted Anna's shoulder in return. He got this. He gestured at the brothel.

"This is where your brother wants the climax of his birthday party is."

I'm a genius.

He turned to the guards to explain. "My son is animesexual. And he's recently into an anime show from the 90s that doesn't have an english translation."

Then, he gestured at the cart. "This is all sexy toys."

Tri held out a gun. He brought guns because cool agents brought guns. "He likes being shot at. He's an HP so it's kinky."

Tri held out a metal-painted rod. "This is a weapon from the anime. He wants to be hit with it. He's an HP so it's fine, too."

Tri held out Lovemaker 3000. "This is the gun from the anime. I don't know the name."

Tri held out a block of cheddar. "..."

Tri put the cheese back.

"And this is my daughter." He pat Anna on the shoulder. "She identifies as a horse."

From inside his coat, Tri pulled out another wad of cash, cut it in half, and paused briefly. As if nothing wrong, he mixed it with the first wad and handed it out to Steve.

"We're cool," said Tri confidently.

Half of that stack was Monopoly money.

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Paris closed the line on the housekeeper with a headache. The money wasn't an issue; the one he kept in the vault was Tri's yearly allowance, so it wouldn't disturb his operation. The problem was that the housekeeper found stacks with half real money, half Monopoly. Tri brought half a stack of Monopoly money by accident.

Paris groaned. His phone rang again; the assistant gave update on the situation: Doctoral was at the gate, giving money to the guard.

"Fuck." Paris massaged his forehead. And his ears felt itchy for some reason, too.

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Elias Yumin

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Shopping Mall - closed cosmetics shop, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alice, Elias, Jack, Charmy, Jackson

Happily Ever After

Upon entering the closed cosmetics stop, Elias found himself highly amused by Genevieve’s quick change in demeanor. Understandable, really. Masks grew tiring after a while. Leaning against the closed entrance/exit of the store, his eyebrows rose as the image of ‘Francesca Thorne’ was waved in front of his face. Beautiful lady. Pity she was being targeted by an obsessed fan of Dimitiri’s. He’d heard of the gossip surrounding Genevieve De La Croix, of course—how she magically managed to obtain scandalous voice recordings and ruin the careers of celebs trying to get close to the wealthy supermodel. He’d always suspected it to be a charade of some sort, that foul play was involved, but frankly, he never really cared enough to get involved.

Whether it was the fight between actresses, models, or gangsters climbing their way to the top, Elias simply enjoyed watching their schemes unfold as they tried to topple one another. The Entertainment Industry was chalk full of it anyway. Sponsors. Dirty secrets. Vipers clawing at one another. Having shaken hands with a good many of them (for work), he’d seen the ugliness beneath all the makeup and glamour. But then, what was ugly, really? They were simply being true to themselves. Being…human.

Only saints didn’t sin.

Therefore, Elias kept their secrets, only using the knowledge if it benefitted him in some way…and it looked like he was about to be exposed to another one. Genevieve De La Croix was adorably impulsive. It would be a simple matter for him stop her scheme in its track. He need only to pass the memories of what he was listening to onto the right person. Pass it to Dimitri even. Just as she ruined the lives of other celebrities, he could ruin hers…but why would he?

Elias smirked. “You seem to know a lot, Miss De La Croix.”

Either way, it would seem all chips were down. She knew what he wanted, knew who he was looking for, which meant she knew his affiliation with the Albino Tigers. It was nice to have all his suspicions confirmed. Frankly, he rather liked Dimitri Bellari and didn’t think the model would be happy about him passing private information to an obsessed fan so that she might ruin the life of another fan, but it wasn’t as if he thought it too big a deal either. Dimitri only had to issue a restraining order…or change his number…if Genevieve got intrusive with the calls.

As for Francesca Thorne…all’s fair in love and war. Elias had zero desire to get involved in the scuffles between actors and celebrities, but just as he assisted Markus Weiss with locating the claw, it wasn’t as if he minded all that terribly.

Once more pulling out his phone, Elias twirled the device in his hand, as if teasing her with it, but he didn’t immediately move to give her the desired numbers. “It’s true that the friend I am looking for is called Alice, but it’s also not an easy thing to give out the personal information of a business associate…especially since I know what you intend to do with it~ Dimitri likes his privacy you see. Given his occupation, I'm sure you can understand. I am also not a fool.”

He’d done enough business negotiations.

“How do I know the Alice you’re referring to is the Alice I am looking for? How do I know what you intend to tell me is even relevant to my search of her? Business deals cannot be made without at least some semblance of trust.”

There was a pointed look at distance between them before Elias smiled innocently at Genevieve. “So unless you can bring me Alice, or prove to me the information you possess is important enough to warrant a such a trade, I’m afraid it’s a no-go, Dear. Naturally, I’d offer the same courtesy and allow you to verify the authenticity of the numbers.”

Did he believe Genevieve could betray Acacia Fox for the personal contact information of Dimitri? Yes. Did he think she could betray/dupe him just as easily for her employer, leading him further from his goal? Also yes. The fact that she went out her way to bring them to a quieter area—away from all the cameras—suggested that she might not be as loyal to Acacia Fox as she was to her own desires, but that didn’t mean there was no communication between them. Just as Acacia Fox knew about his potential, Elias knew about hers. They were both Tigers after all…and he’d learned about it the moment he’d learned that Janay was in cahoots with his sister. Whose to say the siblings weren’t listening in right now?

Frankly, there was a much easier way to obtain the information he wanted, made easier by the fact that Genevieve herself led him to an isolated location, but it wasn’t nearly as amusing as seeing how this played out. It took a brave woman to try and make deal with someone she knew to be gangster, after all.

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RURIKO IKEDA

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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

‘Fuck. I should have just returned to work when I had the chance!’

Ruriko continued to look away from Callan, hoping he would have the sense of dropping the conversation. Why the fuck did she have to explain her reasoning? Perhaps Callan would have dropped the offer immediately after she responded with a flat-out ‘no’. It was frustrating to think about how easy it would have been to turn him down but at the same time, she considered him a friend, and short, cold answers weren’t warranted. Unfortunately, her decision earned her a compliment about her loyalty to others, which wasn’t unwelcomed but what he followed up with right after made her frown more in embarrassment. What did he mean by that exactly? She had just told him he wasn’t her type.

To her relief, someone unexpected showed up at the booth they were seated at. Out of all the gang members, Reveler was ranked fairly low in terms of likeability — in Ruriko’s eyes. However, she had never been so happy to see the blonde until now, providing the opportunity to change topics. “Hello, Reveler,” she greeted her with a nod, the bright color slowly dissipating from her face. She wasn’t entirely sure what the woman was going on about a mask but she would listen to any cryptic message she had to say so long as the focus was off her. She relaxed her shoulders slightly as she listened to Callan respond to Reveler, visibly happier that the topic was finally changing.

Until he made an immediate u-turn.

Ruriko blinked in surprise as he watched Callan transform into a completely different person, one that she knew very well. Her whole body tensed up when he spoke, he sounded exactly like Shen. “I, uh…” She wasn’t sure how to respond. The Dragon King has been one of her closest friends ever since she joined the gang, of course, there were some buried feelings — deep, deep down. Her gaze turned over to the second illusion that manifested right next to her, “uh…” she couldn’t outright deny the attractiveness but she was just grateful it wasn’t someone she recognized.

Then she froze immediately when the third illusion was breathed to life. “Shuwei…” she breathed out. Rather than blush or flounder, she just stared at him in awe. How many months had it been since she last saw Shuwei? Five? Six? She had been worried sick about him all this time, unsure where he was, if he was even alive or not. Ruriko had been holding out hope though, waiting all this time for him to return with an answer. It was…admittedly a delight to see even a similar version of him in front of her. However, at the same time, her heart throbbed in pain at the realization that it wasn’t the real one.

Still, she didn’t have the heart to turn even a fake one away as she completely blocked out the unusual conversation that Callan and Reveler were sharing as she watched the Shuwei look-alike move his way over to her side. Ruriko wanted to reach out to him, hold his hand, hug him, the things they used to do. She refrained herself though, only allowing herself to continue staring at him.

The only time she forced herself to look away was when Meirin held out her phone, showing the group a picture of a familiar woman. Ruriko frowned deeply, “that woman was with that white-haired asshole. The one that caused the pileup on the bridge. Don’t know much about her other than the three of them being annoying the entire time.” She breathed out a sigh, trying to suppress all the anger she felt that night that was attempting to resurface. Ruriko looked back at the Shuwei copy, her expression becoming visibly calmer when she looked at him. She didn’t appreciate the forced expressions Callan was giving Shuwei, it wasn’t like the real him to grin or wriggle his eyebrows in a teasing manner — it was weird.

“I don’t have any questions for Callan nor do I really understand the suspicion — since I haven’t really been listening. In any case, Reveler can have my question.” She shrugged, barely managing to piece a few words of their side conversation to know that Reveler was wary of Callan.

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Matsuda Russo

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 4 [Hostile Agenda]

LOCATION:

Westside, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Camila, Chou

HOSTILE AGENDA

As they finally arrived at their destination, Matsuda couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. He was just starting to get a little more dry in the car, just for his clothes to be soaked in the rain once more. He sighed as he stepped out of the vehicle, ruffling his own hair against the raindrops falling on it.

He looked around, noting that whoever this person was- clearly had money. The duo-eye colored boy couldn't stop the small pout from forming on his lips. As much as he hated the rich, he still felt extremely envious. Who wouldn't want all that money? Amidst his third sigh of the day, his purple haired comrade from the car approached him. Curious, he slowly accepted the earplugs, his eyes never leaving hers. A lift of an eyebrow and a small smirk, he was honestly quite enraptured by her antics. He found her cute.

With small chuckle and a wider smile, he stuck the earbud in one ear, drawling a low "Thanks.~" A slight spark shone in Matsuda's eyes as he stepped closer, brushing a few of his fingers against his colleagues cheek. "Plum~." He gave a last close-eyed smile as he stepped away, focusing his attention (albeit a bit reluctantly) onto the building.

"I say we just break in. " Without wasting another breath, he reached up to plant his palms on the top of the cement, lifting himself to hop over the outside wall. With a quick thought of 'Oh shit- I sure fuckin hope they don't have some kinda guard dog-' the soles of his shoes met the other side.

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HIDE ISHIDA

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 2 [The Bounty]

LOCATION:

Slums, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raphael, Kyoden, Sang-Cheol

THE BOUNTY

...what "...You guys are all freaks..." Saying this, Hide relaxed slightly. His hand came back to hover at his side, still wary in case anything changed. It seemed they didn't want to fight which was- ...unexpected to say the least. Serpents didn't want to fight him? He was skeptical to say the least... Though Hide was being truthful. These guys were fucking weird. Raphael and his never ending smugness, the tall motherfucker who seemed like he didn't care to watch his fucking mouth, and... alright the other guy seemed alright... the most normal anyway. Though he couldn't imagine someone like him joining the serpent's.. maybe he was a nut job after all.

Hide clicked his tongue at them, his anger only being fueled by their words. Now that he knew they weren't threats ('Yet' his mind helpfully reminded him), He wasn't quite sure how to deal with them. He addressed the thing that irked him the most at the moment, his head whipping to the tallest of the group, his glasses nearly flying off in the process, "What the FUCK did you just call me you fuckin overgrown termite?!" He grit his teeth in fury, his fists clenching by his sides. If they didn't want to fight- they surely did a shit show of it.... "I'm not a fuckin lost DOG or some shit!" Sparing a glance at Raphael he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "..And I'm not fuckin friends with that prick..." A slight pout formed at his lips, quickly disappearing not a second later.

The white haired man took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself... it only slightly worked. Still scowling, he rested a hand on his hip, raising his chin in the air in mock nonchalance. "I have a very good reason for being here thank you very much. " As much as he wanted to tell them exactly his reason- he wasn't sure if he should. He couldn't necessarily think of any reason how said information could backfire on him- but still. Telling a serpent any of his business meant bad news... Alright maybe Hide had trust issues- but could you blame him?!

Huffing, he adjusted his glasses and crossed his arms, finally making up his mind. A small smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. "I highly doubt losers like you could ever be busy, but fine. I'll concede- since I pity you. " He licked his lips, the thought of retreating now quickly flitting over his mind before he banished it. "I'm after some fucker who owes me something. If he doesn't give it to me- I'd gladly take his life instead... he came into your stinkin territory- otherwise, there would be no way in hell I would wanna lay a foot in here. " Glaring, Hide deftly avoided their eyes. Clearing his throat and scuffing the floor with his shoe in embarrassment. "I uh... I kinda lost him. I don't know where anything is in this area....I think he was kidnapped or some shit."

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TIGER'S

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Upper Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Akira, Dimitri, Helva, Jesper, Lucy, Ryotaro, ???

CHARITY FROM THE UPPER CITY

<<< Remember
As the guests conversed and danced to the melodies of the songs the stage seemed to have a rotating cast of singers and bands. From the upper wings, the upper echelons of the upper echelons could be seen conversing with other families on their standings. Even families who had been long since associated with one gang or the other would find themselves filtering around as if to gain the political or social edge upon their rivals.

Yet even in this crowd where gang ties were usually more brushed under the rug until otherwise relevant there was a tentative ceasefire that had not gone unnoticed as the wings of anyone who was important to either the Phoenixes or the Dragons had been understandably separated by the ballroom below. Though many did not dare to speak their minds glances were quickly stolen at anyone who had been a known player in the gangs.

On the lowest floor of the Ballroom stood the eldest daughter of the Crianza Family who could be seen conversing with the Host of this Gala himself, Feliciano Seda Coiro, himself. Meanwhile, on the upper balconies of the Dragons and their supporters, Luna Seda Coiro could be found conversing with the elders of an older Dragon-associated family. A sharp eye would notice the woman who had taken the stage before glaring down at the guests with an eagle eye from the balcony of the unaffiliated families, champagne flute in hand.

As if trained beforehand for the task any time a discussion began to get slightly warmer than the cool pleasantries of the event between any guests a waitstaff employee came sliding in with ease speaking of how the Sir or Madam of the event wished to further speak with the honored guests.

Soon the sound of the stage came to a crescendo and then a sudden plummet. Alerted them to the movement of a new band on the stage. Yet unlike prior switches this time an older teen came to the stage. Anyone with a passing knowledge of the Sedas would quickly notice this male as Basilio Seda Coiro, the youngest child of the hosts.

“Apologies for the break to our wonderful lineup for today. We would like to ask you all to gather at one of the nearest stained glass windows for an airshow courtesy of the Seda Family. Once the show has concluded our music will return to ones more appropriate for dancing. For now, we ask that you enjoy the show. As a treat for the morale boost of the city we’ve let it spread to certain subsections of the districts that the show will be viewable to the plaza below.”

As the sound of the music rose dozens of small jets could be seen taking off from every direction around the tower they were in. There were four trails of color coming off the smoke trails. White, blue, red, and green in what were obviously meant to be symbolizing the gangs. Each color made a trail that would eventually be recognized as their gang’s animal before the jets went to combine together in a rainbow formation before crossing the lines together and circling each other before eventually creating an inky gray color to the streams.

As the jets separated they now had a golden yellow color coming from each jet’s trails as they went to land in their original spots giving the image of a gilded cage enveloping the gala.

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CLAIRE MAXWELL

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charmy

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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The moment Charmy's grip softened, it felt as though the air finally stopped constricting him—not that the feeling lasted. Claire could only remain silent during her talk, not even daring to do so much as to breathe loudly. The more her words bounced around the empty room, the more his heart twisted and fell. Just who was this woman?!

His question quickly found an answer as she finished speaking; his face pale as a ghost by then. "Tigers...?" he muttered. Just how valuable was Alice? Staring blankly at the glass shard laid on his knee, Claire, could feel his insides melt away. He felt sick. "Holy shit, holy shit..." His hand went to his head, trying to avert his gaze from the gangster in his shop. "What the fuck did I get myself into..."

But this woman, she was giving him a chance. To Claire, it wasn't much of a choice. Give up on this petty plan that apparently upset the Tigers, and walk away unscathed. But Ben... Did Ben know how dangerous this really was...? Probably not—who could have guessed that she was important enough to get a whole swathe of gangsters looking for her...

Trying to contain his breath, the clerk mustered up the courage to meet Charmy's gaze, no matter how trembling he was. "L-Look, I'll take you to her, okay? My friend is standing guard over her in the Victoria shoe store, I can convince him to give her up..."

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LANA ROCHELLE

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jack

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

<<< Remember

As Jack stepped towards Lana, closing the short distance between them, the young girl's smug look faltered momentarily. Evidently, she didn't expect her stance to be challenged. She could at least breathe when he backed off to handle a phone call, regaining herself in that time. At his return, hands behind her back, she shifted nervously. "Well... I just wanted to ask about it..." she said, still keeping eye contact with the 'undercover' Tiger—up until her red pupils flashed briefly. "But I think I got all I need from you." She shut her eyes with a grin.

Her head tilted aside, abruptly pausing in thought. She turned towards the entrance of the Victoria shoe store, stopping to spare a few words to Jack. "I would love to keep chatting, but I'm gonna bounce, now! One of my own friends is expecting me!" Regardless of what Jack might have said, the rambunctious girl took off.

As Lana was leaving, two of the store's staff met again. "Could we kick that girl out next time?" one of them asked. "Think I'm gonna get a migraine if she comes through again..."

His co-worker shook his head in defeat. "We can't do much about her. That girl's set to inherit the Acacia brand in a decade... but you'd think she'd have better things to do..."

They appeared relieved that Lana had left in a hurry this time; perhaps she already had a destination in mind? She lingered outside the store for a bit, glancing around—then skipping off. Perhaps tailing the young girl was not out of the possibility...

On the other hand, towards the back of the store, the employees only door swung closed as two people now lingered outside of it. Neither of them wore the workers' garb.

"Pleasure doing business," the man remarked, rather amicably.

His get-up was nothing remarkable; he could have been any of the regular passersby if not for the person beside him.

By contrast, the smaller woman seemed to shrink into her own lab-like clothes every second he spoke. In a gravelly voice, all she could muster was, "Um... Yeah... Alright..." in response.

Just looking at her, anyone could tell she was an HP—and that she was eager to get away from the sociable man. Nobody, though, seemed to notice nor mind what they were prattling on about. A keen eye, however, could spot a black card in the girl's hand, with the Acacia brand's logo plastered on the center in blue.

Chaos Gallant

 

[Taigakitt]

Reika "Succubus" Tsukiyama
Location: Cute Handmake Store; Central Mall
In Scene: Charlie ( Roda the Red ) | Hitoshi ( joshuadim )​

!Shopping Spree!​

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<<< Remember

Canvases of metal, metal sculptures and similar things. The section seemed to be a lot of either the same creator or maybe similar aesthetics. The aesthetic being metal. Reika’s finger brushed against them all, her expression one of pondering.

Twirling a red strand of hair around her finger, she tilted her head as she picked up something from the shelf before peeking up from where she was perusing.

Meanwhile, the cashier at the front was starting to get everything Charlie brought up wrapped for him, carefully and as swiftly as she could.

Hitoshi had also approached her to pull out a specific necklace as well as something extra.

The woman grinned and nodded, pulling out a sizable wooden box with latches. She turned it around to face him, opening it up for him to see. A few choice things to choose from. “I can even sell this whole set–” she noticed the Queen’s piercing gaze looking at her from across the small store and quickly added– “for a beautiful discount.” She winked. She felt the back of her head getting warm. Was it warm?

As the cashier dealt with Hitoshi and Charlie’s lovely gifts, Reika noticed Charlie approaching her. Setting down the metallic piece she was holding, she smiled. In a teasing tone, “Where’d that smile go?”

Watching where his hand went, she reached out and placed her hand gently on top of his, “Uh-uh. I said my treat and my treats don’t have limits within this mall.” She winked, “Promise everything’s good. Shop to your heart's content.”

With a glance over to see how Hitoshi was doing, she then looked back at Charlie, “I was looking to see if they had a set of horns this time around. Not seeing any, but that’s okay. There’s plenty of stores to search. Plus those chocolate covered strawberries will make up for it.”

She glanced around the shop one last time for any eye-catching things. The sculpture she had in hand had been cute, so she took that up to the cashier with her, “Got everything you wanted here? There’s so much more to see.”

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[WhiskeyMarten]

HECTOR MOSES

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 2: Scene 1 [The Recruit]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius Doctor Llamabean , Darren @Rantos, Hector, Milo Elenion Aura

THE RECRUIT

Just a few more steps and Hector would be able to clobber him. Ah, the satisfaction of seeing this little pest's bones dent under his hand would be so satisfying. All he had to do was get a bit closer, but a vehicular screech got his attention first.

Oh, does this bastard have a friend? Did he not think he had a chance by himself? Time for a change of plans!
Hector came to a halt as the SUV approached, he knew exactly how he was going to deal with this situation. His original target would just have to wait for a moment and watch him dispatch the new threat. Taking a calculated step back, Hector geared his hand back for another attack, and as the SUV drove through, an iron spike shot out.

Glass exploded into the vehicle and the bumper crumpled against the wall that stood against the sidewalk. Hector had thrust his hand, protected by the metal casing, through the window of the driver's seat. A thin spike had formed out of his hand and it was his aim to impale the non-existent driver right through their worthless skull. In his hurry to account for the interruption though, Hector had failed to notice a key detail, which was that the car was unmanned. Of course, he realised this now, and it only made him furious.

Not only had he generated more metal before it was necessary. Not only had he been made to look like a fool, attacking nothing, but now he faced a bigger problem. He now had no clue what Milo's potential was. Manipulating parts of the sidewalk and remotely driving cars were two very different tricks. He guessed it was possible that it was one of them fancy self-driving cars gone rogue, but Hector didn't know anything about that. His own car barely drove itself with a driver.

“COME ON, HECTOR! FUCK’IM UP, DAWG! YOU EARNED THAT TITLE AND I’LL BE DAMNED TO SEE YOU LOSE IT, YO!”

His mouth curled up in a wicked grin as he retracted his hand from the wreckage that tried to run him over. There was the Boltius Beckman he knew. Not that he felt he needed the support, but the words of motivation helped clear his head. All he had to do was fuck Milo up.

"I ain't planning on losing anything," the metal glimmered as it shifted around. The spike began to flatten itself out until a razor edge had formed. It was still too cumbersome for Hector's liking, but he could definitely work with it. In fact, he considered that it might be just what he needed. A small boost to one of Hector's biggest weaknesses: ranged attacks.
"And I'm especially not gonna lose..." He placed a flat palm onto the bonnet, careful not to trap himself in the wreckage with his claws. He leapt onto the car, sprinting across the hood. The new blade scraped across the windshield. "...To this insignificant little BITCH."

He had Milo back in his sights. No invisible drivers to distract him. No concrete to weigh him down. He pounced at the stranger, driving his blade forward.

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

GENEVIEVE DE LA CROIX

SCENE:

Tiger Arc 2: Scene 3 [Happily Ever After]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

<<< Remember

Genevieve remained mostly still as Elias spoke, thinking, analyzing, processing. Her eyes followed the CFO's phone like a dog to a bone, only holding herself back for Elias to make his case. He acted wisely, as to be expected of a businessman. That didn't make it any less jarring; to Genevieve, the quicker this ended, the better. "So it has boiled down to this," she remarked. Backing up her offer should have been easy enough, but she knew the risks that the man posed.

Keeping a steady eye on Elias, Genevieve took to one of the shelves, taking a black lipstick. "I have to know a lot. That's how you keep your head above water in my world." As she spoke, the model began writing on her left wrist—her purpose here, crucial information—a safeguard. Her brow twitched at the guess of what she'd do with Dimitri's number, though. "I'm not using his number to fill it with stupidly blind spam. I could probably make a person kiss my toes if they knew I had his number." After returning the lipstick to its rightful place, she met Elias, doing her best to stand on equal (figurative) footing.

There was really only one way she could think of to provide the proof of her offer: Genevieve offered her hand. "Why don't you take a peek, then? See the same things I saw, and you'd have your verification. I'd be giving you my bargaining chip for free... but I trust you to keep your end of the bargain..." Genevieve covered her mouth with a fist, grinning behind it. As she continued speaking, her voice changed. It deepened and morphed, soon enough becoming one that Elias would recognize: a perfect mimic of his own voice. "Because I can make things very difficult for someone of your status."

Evidently, Genevieve did not know the full extent of Elias' Potentiality.

QuirkyAngel

 

[simj26]

Dagger

CS Link

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]

LOCATION:

Cloudwalk Stadium, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

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

All Proceeds

It didn’t take long for her to find a target, not long enough, at least, for her to ruminate on what she should do with an intruder. He was simply wandering around the backstage. Either one of the wolves might have clued her in on his presence, but they were probably busy. She could feel that the Tiger with Akela was trying to befriend her, and teaching her how to shake. Gunnolf, on the other hand, was being subjected to a myriad of random dog-like sounds made by his partner who was attempting to communicate with him. Both wolves were, thankfully, ignoring their partners’ advances, but she surmised that they were just as distracted as she was just peeking into their perspectives. Unkempt appearance, clothing in some level of disarray, as if he had attempted to fix them with a clumsy hand. She slowed her pace, slowed her breathing, slowed her heart beat. A trick she devised herself when hunting one of those who had destroyed her life before. She was quiet enough already, but this made her even quieter, even more imperceptible. There were attempts at humor, whenever she lurked in the corner of a room, that she was attempting to become invisible to the human eye if she stood still enough, but none of those who deserved it ever saw her coming. There might have been some truth to it.

With just as much noise as she made as she approached, she unholstered her gun, with a silencer attached to it, from underneath her hoodie, and leveled it at the man’s head, then prodded the back of his neck with it. She didn’t think she’d use the weapon in a public event, but it never hurt to be prepared. An unsilenced gunshot would be loud enough to startle the crowd. A silenced one would still make some noise, but it would be easily drowned out by the droning mixture of the beat-heavy music outside and the crowd’s excited jabberings. “Don’t move,” she hissed. She didn’t know if her target was HP or NP, but a bullet straight into the fleshy nape of the neck at point blank was going to still do some lasting damage, no matter what they were. She reached towards her belt, and unsheathed a knife, this time, letting it flat rasp across its leather container, just loud enough for her target to hear. “Who are you, what are you doing here?” She shoved the gun into the back of his neck, this time a little harder. She drew in closer herself, and gave him a cursory sniff, then, just as quickly, withdrew. Gunnolf had described a smell like…candy. This one smelled of alcohol. The can of cheap beer that he was holding in his hand supported the theory. She could count on him being slow, at least. This was why she never drank. Even in her worst of times, she never looked this disheveled. Either way, this was possibly a new intruder, completely different from the one that Gunnolf had found.

@Refaulted QuirkyAngel Mqueserasera azenva Elenion Aura The One Eyed Bandit Slav

 

[simj26]

Kisara McDowell

CS Link

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 2: Scene 2 [Tailing the Dragon's Heart]

LOCATION:

Shaded Alley, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anna, Tri, Yuto, Kisara, Bash

I Couldn't If I Tried

“Huh.” Kisara watched from the top of the rooftop as Anna leapt all the way back down. “First she says, ‘roll out’, then she ditches us to go down there to go join Tree.” She sighed, shook her head, and shrugged, before a bright, beaming smile came upon her expression again. “Guess it’s just you and me, Senpai!” She paused, then, as if she had just noticed Yuto with them, she gave a mock look of surprise. “Oh! And you’re here too, uh…” she couldn’t remember his name. She had already forgotten it! She scratched her head quizzically, and attempted to brush it under the rug. “Well, whatever! We just gotta ‘sweep this floor’, and look for something shiny, right?” She really, really could have gone for just punching her way through this place. This was Dragon territory! Like, the Fist of the Dragon was around here, or somethin’! She had heard stories about an elderly man here who used to decimate the Dragon’s enemies, lay ‘em low real bad with his kick-ass kung fu moves! She’d be thrilled just pitting herself against someone like that. Or maybe not. He was an old man, after all. Maybe the King would be a better target. Or that gal that Bash was so interested in! Or maybe that other guy who she had heard was real interested in fighting! Her fans had been giving her much info on the Dragons, and she appreciated it very much! No doubt, a ring match against any of them would be a show to watch! Maybe if the stars aligned, she might just get a taste of what the Dragons were made of! For a buncha weirdos running red light districts, they had a lotta strong people on their side!

She made her way across the roof tiles rather unsteadily, careful not to slide back down and plummet to the ground below, and ruining everything that Anna had worked towards. She leapt over a balcony, then winced when her feet made contact with the ground loudly. For all the ease in her movement, she always forgot that her footfalls were extremely heavy. Just jumping over the parapet itself had caused her to emanate the same sound as someone dropping a whole body onto the floor. She froze in place, waiting for someone to pull open the door in front of her, and demanding just what the heck she was doing up on the roof. Multiple answers rushed through her brain. Maybe she should say she was here as a safety inspector? That always worked in the shows she watched. It seemed kind of out of place, but New Oasis in general was kinda out of place in the first place. Failing that, she could just deck whoever came out in the face, and knock ‘em out.

She waited for just a few more seconds longer, and when it was clear that no one was coming through the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. She moved forwards and pressed her ear against the door. She couldn’t hear anything inside. Not even the slightest hint of someone breathing. Satisfied with her own reconnaissance, she pulled open the door, and, seeing no one was, indeed, inside, she waved to both Bash and…the other guy. “Come on!” she whispered loudly. “We’re clear! Let’s mosey!”

Spoiler: Tag

The One Eyed Bandit Nobody Special Caffeine_Obsessed Damafaud

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Auvura Min
Arc 2-Scene 4: Home Cooking
Vulken, Yong-Yut, Alex, Ashley, Auvura, Corvo, Lyric



It was like a drop of water falling into an endless sea, causing a ripple which only increased as it swept the void with its breadth. From the chaos rose order and the information flowed freely yet it was beyond all she could have ever expected. The feeling was like staring up at an eclipse as the sun breaks away from the cover of the moon, the inexplicable passing of ages at the speed of thought. She could feel her mind screaming out in agony as she began to process some of what she was experiencing. Sifting through information she felt her head throb before being thrust into an event in its history.

The feeling of air made her skin crawl, it was different now. She couldn’t quite explain why, she had forgotten her true self for now, but she could tell it was foreign. Gazing around she looked towards the other end of the room and first picked out the shadowy figure pacing around something she couldn’t quite make out yet. As it continued around closer to her she saw the outline of a massive cat followed by some sort of throne. Feeling her mind scream she was thrust out of the event and immediately into another as the cascade of mental imprints began to force themselves onto her mind.

The void surrounded her as images of people began to flash in front of her, showing their stature, attire and overall composition upon them touching the object. There were people from all corners of the globe wearing frivolous clothing to clothing bedecked in gold and composed of precious gems. The variety of individuals was mind boggling and she had never experienced such a nexus of information in her life. Working carefully to sift through what she could as they continued to appear she was soon overwhelmed but was storing the information off where she could. It was clear as the images flashed that time was rapidly passing by, leaving the modern age she could remember long behind. A thousand years passed, followed by another and another before she felt her mind begin to crack under the stress.

Cracks began to appear before the insane stream of people suddenly cut off followed by her being thrust through what she could only imagine being water. Then she heard it, the sound of chanting, or was it prayer…? She couldn’t quite tell but could smell the burning of incense, something she hadn’t smelled before. Out of the darkness the image began to alight, though only barely as if by torchlight. Beyond the smell of incense was the musky smell of old stone… was it a temple? Maybe a crypt? She couldn’t quite tell as the event quickly transitioned and she felt herself once more being picked up by the current of information. Floating up and away from the event she saw she was quickly moving away from the ripple of information below before feeling the weight of ages fall on her once more.

Her body inverted as she let out a gasp, her feeling of graceful weightlessness falling away as she plummeted back towards the water. Impacting with a splash, information flooded her mind once more as she began to feel herself drown. It was as if she was trapped beyond light, beyond time. Ages past as she felt her mind shatter and fragment before light once more appeared. At this point she had entirely lost track of when or where and experienced the passing off of the claw. Up through time it went, from one to another like Dante climbing up through the inferno, through obscurity and forgotten glory. The images began to remold her mind as pieces slipped and notched back into place.

Feeling something stirring on the surface of the water above her she saw a figure kneel down and plunge a hand into the depths of the water. Seeing it reach around it finally found purchase on her hand and immediately she was pulled up and out of the depths. Being pulled up and onto the sea of information itself she was helped onto her feet and realized she was looking at herself. Blinking, she looked down to see herself standing above, no longer sinking and drowning in the sea. A last event appeared and they both looked over to see an orange haired man handing Titus Latken the claw… for “Leverage.”. Looking at each other, the version of herself that pulled her from the sea spoke first “CAW! CAW CAW!”. And in horror Auvura jumped back so hard she snapped back to reality, breaking the psychometry on the object. “Am I alive?” She asked crows cawing outside the window as blood began to pour from her nose, ears and even some from her eyes as she death gripped the claw.

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