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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Tickles:


Dagen

"Damn it, just as I got the courage to enter the tourney, they went ahead and cancelled it." Dagen kicked a random rock on the ground from his misdirected anger. He quit his job to make it big, not because he wants money, but because he feels he needs to prove himself. "I know the champ was murdered, and I may not have had a chance against him or anyone in his league, but they didn't need to go overboard. It's not like the rest of us died." He calmed down a bit, and felt his stomach rumble a little.

"Snack time. Guess I'll get ice cream." He seen the shop across the street from him, and checked the money in his pocket. He had just enough for a small cone. He went inside the shop and got a butterscotch cone, and slyly nabbed some sprinkles while no one was looking. It was a hard life if you had no job. He sat down to enjoy his ice cream.

Salvador

Salvador was busy fighting someone he just beat in an astral battle. His opponent was being sore, and didn't want to pay up. The man went in for a drop kick, but Salvador caught him in the air and slammed him into the ground with his fist. While he writhed in pain, Sal extended a hand, silently demanding for his money. The man had no choice. "Fine, here, 100 like we agreed. But next time you try something fishy, I will gut you." Sal waved him off. Most of these punks talked a big game, but could never back it up. He went about his day.

Yume Tsuki:
Yume Tsuki

Yume ate her ice cream modestly. She took a quick glance at the bracelet on her wrist. 'Banned game eh...?' She thought. 'Perhaps I should hide this thing a little better. Or this thing might be some kind of lie and just be some tracker device.' Speaking of which, ever since she got the bracelet she heard a voice in her mind. She looked around only moving her eyes to see if she saw anyone else wearing a bracelet, nobody seemed to have any. A guy sat down at her table she just looked away and continued eating her ice cream. "What's up girl." She ignored him. "Hey, I'm talking to you." Yume looked the guy in the eye with a blank face. "What?" She said with a mild tone of irritation in her voice. Everyone in the store was looking their way. "Oh? What's with that reaction? Don't like company?" He was getting closer. "Go away." The girl said in a monotone voice.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
"I hate you," Ash grumbled, fixing Misty with a death glare. She had the keys to his baby. The sleek black and yellow car was his pride and joy, and it terrified him to let the redhead drive it. The V8 engine, the leather interior... He loved it more than he loved food. And that was saying a lot. "Do you even know how to drive a stick shift?" There was a pause, then the raven-haired boy sighed. "Scratch that, you barely even know how to drive."

Misty glared at him, walking around the car and sliding into the driver's seat. "If you can drive one, it can't be that hard. You have the IQ of a peanut, after all."  Then she placed the key into the ignition, scooting the chair closer to the wheel. "Besides," She added, turning the key and smiling coyly as the engine roared to life. "I passed my Drivers Test on the first try, unlike you."

"The only reason I didn't pass that test was because the old lady testing me was convinced I was speeding! I was on an even fifty!" Ash glowered at the dashboard, arms crossed. "Crazy old bat... And anyways, the only reason you passed your test is because the instructor didn't want to get back in the car with you!" According to Misty's sister, when the instructor got out of the car he was pale as a ghost, and shaking as he handed her the license.

The two continued to bicker as Misty removed the car from park, pulling out of the alley and into the busy street. For Misty and Ash, this was normal, for Nexalas and Efialtes, however, it must have appeared rather strange. They'd never been in the car with either of the teenagers.

GrizzlyEatsKids:
Luke and Kat

As Luke stepped off of the monorail, he let loose a sigh of relief. Luckily, no one had recognized him, the most recent champion of the GFA, on his ride home. He made his way down the ramp of the monorail station and began to head down the nearby streets that eventually lead to his home. While he could have taken his own vehicle, Luke liked to take public transportation every once in a while. Luke approached his moderately sized brick house, and, upon entering through the front door, he found Kat sitting at the kitchen table, with a mysterious navy-colored envelope in her hands. She was wearing her silky brown hair down, like she normally did, a pair of blue jeans, an orange undershirt, and her trademark black jacket. She turned to look at Luke with her bright, blue eyes.

"What took you so long?" she asked, a bit in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," Luke responded, shrugging, "there were a lot of people in line at the monorail-"

"Wait, you took the monorail to go out? Are you crazy? Luke, you know how dangerous it is right now, especially for you, of all people. Eight of the previous champions have alrea-"

It was Luke's turn to interrupt as he put his hands on Kat's shoulders and said, "Look, I'm alright. Now what about that letter you mentioned?"

"Oh, right." Kat fumbled for the envelope in her hands, and pulled out a dark blue sheet of paper that she handed to Luke.

Luke combed over the letter of couple times before running his hand through his dirty-blond hair.

"Do you know what this is?" Luke asked, glancing over at Kat, who just simply shook her head. "Well, I think it's an invitation."

"For what?"

"For the underground."

Desbear:
Efialtes just stared into the back of the passenger side seat, trying to keep his eye's off the road. He had only been watching for a few seconds before hand, and he swore they were on the wrong side of the road for every second he watched. The argument going on between Ashton and Misty, wasn't helping either. 'Maybe going over past failed strategies will help.'

Efialtes reached into his pocket, to pull out his black covered book. And then reached into his other pocket. Before reaching into his other pocket again. The look of horror on his face when he realized, he didn't have a single thing to distract himself. Much to his chagrin, he examined his current situation. His terror changed to utter dread, as he realized Misty wasn't even watching the road for the most part, she was staring at Ashton as she argued with him. 'Shoulda wrote my will. I should have written my will in that book.' 

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