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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash laughed at Efialtes stunt, stepping onto the sidewalk. "I didn't think I was gonna die once, if it's any help." Misty started to smile, and then Ash continued. "I mean, you drive like a girl. That's bad, but girls don't get people killed in car crashes. Guys do, because we know how to live. We're not afraid to speed up for fun" Normally, the redhead would have gotten annoyed at the statement, and argued about it, but there was something behind it. He was trying to make a joke about death, trying to lighten the burden he'd been bearing for two weeks.

"Yeah, that might be true," Misty conceded, "I mean it is scientifically proven woman live longer than men on average." Then she walked into the parlor, leaving Ash to stare at the door, before quickly following. 'What was that about?' He wondered, catching up to her. She never got upse-'I'm so stupid!'

He grabbed her arm, his jacket riding up, revealing his bracelet. "Myst, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up, I know it's still sensitive for you..." He was talking about her parents, of course. They'd died in a car crash nearly eight years ago, but it still bothered her when she got near cars, and Ash joking about his driving getting him killed had opened the wound. She'd always warned him to be careful, never to drive when he was tired, or drunk. She couldn't handle another loss.

Tickles:


Dagen

Dagen noticed an oddly loud couple walk in. The woman was kind of cute, but the guy seemed a bit scrawny for her. He noticed his bracelet though, and said from his table. "Sucks about the tournament, huh? We can't have a good old fashioned fight because of the GFA." He made a small smile, and he needed some company.

Salvador

Sal was waiting patiently for the night. It's been a while since new recruits were accepted into the underground, and he enjoyed fresh meat. Being a lone wolf was hard, but newbies always made up for it with their ambition. They would know soon this wasn't a child's game.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash was quite for a moment when he heard the stranger talk, then he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hehe, I wouldn't know. Never played in the GFA." Without waiting for a response, he turned to Misty and muttered something about grabbing food, and she should stay and talk to the guy since she was in the GFA. Then he hurried over to the counter to order.

Misty reached out her hands, wanting to chase after him, then sighed. She did suppose he needed some time alone. So, she continued the conversation the stranger, a man with odd silver hair wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, had started. "I think it was a good reason. The past champions are dying, but the death of Daylin was a blow to the elders of the community. Do you have any idea what he did in his youth?" She slide into the booth he was sitting at, shooting Ash one last glance.

Tickles:
'I never really paid attention to that stuff. Never really interested me what the big times were doing outside the tourneys. All that mattered to me was beating them, now I will never have that chance." He ate the rest of his cone, but still felt a little hungry. Ice cream was not a very filling meal, especially a cheap cone that was finished in a couple bites.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
"He saved the world. Daylin Hakima was part of the first illegal battle, and if he wouldn't have won, we wouldn't be sitting here today. An astral with extremely dark energy had corrupted its fighter, and was slowly breaking through o the real world. When the current champion, Stan Masters, attempted to stop him he lost. And then came Daylin and Garlock. No one really knows how they did it, because as soon as the battle was over Daylin collapsed, his body unable to handle the shock, according to doctors." Misty ranted, spewing everything she had learned from Daylin himself. If Dagen ever looked into it, he'd see she knew more than she should have, but she didn't care. "During those illegal battles he lost his brother, his friend, and many other fellow battlers. He was the survivor of a generation of battlers."

Misty paused her ranting as Ash waved at her from the line, and then pointed at Dagen. "He wants to know what you want to eat. He saw you had only had a small cone, and if he's buying us food he doesn't want us to eat in front of you." She paused, taking one last glance at him. "He also says don't worry about the money, he has more than enough."

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