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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining
The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash and Misty followed, though not quietly. "Myst, I was just trying to help!" The raven haired ten swore for the thousandth time, voice rising in irritation. Misty's tone rose to match his. "Of course you were, because your plans of helping have turned out so well before!" Before the argument could continue, they reached the office Stan had lead them to, and even though it was against the duo's nature, they fell silent. The mood seemed to change instantly, lightheartedness and irritation quickly being replaced by a grave silence.
"What did you want, old man?" Ash asked quietly, hands in his pockets.
Tickles:
@Blades
Stan Masters
Stan stayed quiet from the remark. He knew Ash, and he was acting out because of the day. After taking a careful look at the two, he took a deep breath. "Ash, Misty, I thought I asked that you stay away from the underground? I wasn't just breathing hot air. It's too dangerous, especially with the rise in deaths lately." He made sure to keep his voice calm and collected, but there was a crack of worry in it. "I don't want to see either of you get hurt. And I'm saying this now so it gets said: You two are my priority. Ash, your father was a like a brother to me, and that makes you family to me. Misty, you're important to Ash, and therefore, important to me. If anything were to happen I don't know..." He stopped, taking another deep breath. He collected himself, having remembered Daylin and the last time he ever seen him. I'm not going to say it again. Stay away from the underground. I don't mind if you two battle with your friends in the privacy of your homes, I never had a problem with that, but please don't go near these thugs. Next time, I won't be able to wave a hand and have anyone let you go, I'm going to get a backlash by simply letting everyone go. Now, promise me you'll listen to what I'm saying.
@Humen
A mysterious stranger approaches the pair. "Hello strangers. Might I interest you in some curios and intrigues. He waved a beckoning hand to them. "It's buy one, get one free."
Humen:
Midou
Some strange guy had approached Midou and his associate. The guy talked funny and Midou couldn't recall seeing him with the factory. The guy started talking sounded like he was trying to sell Midou something. Midou partner was a bit off put by the man and started backing away whispering to Midou "Shouldn't we get going? We don't really have time to listen this pitch whatever he's selling."
Although his partner was right they should be moving along but the stranger had a mysterious vibe to him and it had caught Midou's interest. He looked to his partner saying "You go on ahead and see if you can find anything going on downtown. I'll check and see what our friend here has to offer." Midou's partner listened to him not really wanting to stick around near the guy any longer while Midou followed the man to see what exactly he was giving away.
The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
"Old Man, I'll be fine. I had that situation with the cops under control." The remarked earned Ash a smack to the back of the head from one red haired female, and he sighed. "Okay, so you saved my butt. Thanks, but I'm not gonna stop battling here." He paused, burying his head in his hands. After a pregnant pause, he spoke. "Old Man, hypopossumly, if I battled and got memories of being murdered by claw troopers, would you know anything about it? I had some winged wolf with me too."
Even though Ash's voice was quite and lax, he stood at attention, remembering the flashback that had caused him to fly into a rage like it had happened moments ago, and it still made his stomach turn. It had been so horrible, so cold, and yet as he died he'd felt accomplished. Proud. Content, like he'd done something he'd been trying for all his life. Like he'd finally made up some fatal mistake.
Misty opened her mouth to snap at Ash for using the word 'hypothetically', and mispronouncing it horribly, but one look at him froze her. He seemed so confused, and today's events were beginning to show on him. There were deep bags under his bloodshot eyes, and his forehead was covered by a thin sheen of sweat. His jacket, even though it had been washed, still held stains from the alley's muck from where he'd been fighting early, and his nose was still red and blotchy. He looked like he'd been run over. So instead of being the fierce and witty redhead that had Ash had grown to love as his best friend, she showed her very rare softer and helpful side, chiming in "When it happens, his hair gets this weird blonde tint to it, and his eyes go really blue, like ice. He almost looks like Link."
Tickles:
@Blades
Stan could hardly believe it. Ash had seen what happened to Warren, the one battle that kept the shade from stopping the fusion of his astral with Daylin's. "It seems your astral is telling you something, Ash. I would listen to it, it may be a warning of some sort. As for looking like Link, that I'm not sure of. I'll need to look into it." He decided to spare him the details of that day, seeing as he seemed to have enough. "Now, i want you two head home. Ash, let your mom know I'll be over for dinner tomorrow. I was too busy to reply to her invitation today. If anything comes up, I'll let you know." He got up to leave the room. Don't stay out too late. He got ready to leave them to discuss in private.
@Humen
"Bits and bobs and trinkets. I have them all... but you seem to be a man of fine taste." He pulled out a ring, the gem looked like en eyeball. "This is The Fate's Eye. It may not look like much, no sir, but it has great power within it. I can tell you're an Astral fighter. This ring, by simply having it on you, will allow you to hit your opponent where it hurts, and with ease. Almost like magic. Poof, hit, zap, hit, everywhere a hit, hit. You'll be the Old McDonald of Attacks. The Shakespeare of damage, the mighty no. 1 is all I'm saying. Yours, for a price of three hundred. Three hundred what you say? Well, this world ain't free, so money is the key. What do you say stranger?"
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