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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Tickles:
Dagen

Dagen rose out of his makeshift bed. He took a look around the warehouse. Last night, Ash brought him here and said he can use it as a home. The place was mostly empty, except the couches and training equipment scattered around. There was even a TV, so at least he had entertainment. "Well, better get to work. Don't want it to seem like I don't appreciate what Ash did." Dagen decided the place could use a good cleaning, and looked around for supplies. He managed to scrape together a few cleaning products, but his last job had him improvise, so he was used to this kind of situation. He got right to cleaning.

Salvador

Sal was in the forest, punching a tree. He rose each morning to do this, focusing his strikes precisely, loud pounding being heard around him. He was too caught up to notice anything, not even a squirrel running past his feet. He was thinking too much about last night. He had one shot to prove himself and take on the triad again, and the cops ruined it. He had been in the underground for years, clawing his way to where he was. He became notorious for his brute strength and tactics, yet he could never prove he was the best. He kept on with his training.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Soul turned to look out the window, seeing the first light of dawn crawling it's way in. It quickly faded, being replaced by thunderclouds. "Guess it's going to rain later. The thunder will be nice to watch." He had gotten home late, (luckily his parents weren't at the door to meet him), and he decided to stay up and tinker with some of his own gadgets. Most of them didn't work, but their ideas were what kept him working. A miniature hover car, a self recharging battery, a notepad and headband that read your brainwaves and wrote them down.

He was up all night messing around with these little things, and none of them worked yet, but the real reason why he was up was because he was thinking about the Underground, and if he'd get another chance to battle. "I understand that the cops are trying to keep us safe, but honestly, who'd want to kill over something like this? I just want something to do!" Soul put his tools down and leaned back in his chair, deciding too take a break, maybe a nap.

"Well we do have something to do, your dad's got all those game's he's made, why not try those again?" MegaMan's clear voice pushed through the cloudiness of Soul's brain. It had been a while since he had contacted Soul like that, he had almost forgotten that it was possible. "Because of just that, it's again. I've already played through all of them." There was a pause while MegaMan thought. "You could try online gaming, or go on some bidding website and try and get older generations of games to play." Soul sat up and leaned forward again. "Not a bad idea." He pulled himself over to his computer and started typing away.

Yume Tsuki:
Yume Tsuki

After walking for a bit through the forest Yume suddenly heard the sound of pounding in the distance. 'That's unusual... I wonder where it comes from.' Following the sound she found the source. A rather large man was punching a tree. From the rhythmic attacks she knew he was most likely training. He seemed very familiar too. Yume wasn't sure from where. She remained on a distance trying to figure out where she had seen him. 'Good morning sir, I have the feeling I know you from somewhere.' She quickly shook of the thought. 'No, that's a stupid thing to say... But it's awkward to say nothing... But what should I say? Argh! Stupid humans.' She then noticed a mark on his arm in the shape of a drill. 'Oh right! He's also an astral figher, I saw him on the tournament. That's why he seemed familiar.' She still remained quiet, still watching him until she realized how rude it was to keep staring. So she was about to turn around and continue her walk...

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Nexalas

Nexalas groggily sat up on his bed, looking into the mirror across the room and seeing his nasty bed head while wiping the sleep from his eyes. He then proceeded to go with his daily routine of fixing his hair, making breakfast, and then coding some new programs.
Let's see... Just have to fix a few lines of code and-
His thought process was broken by his phone ringing, and he jumped in surprise. Its so quiet at his house that sometimes even the smallest noise can surprise him. He quickly answered the phone.
Hello?
Hey Nexalas, I managed to get everything ready. You wouldn't believe the places I had to go to in order to get this part.
Nexalas smiled, recognizing his friends voice immediately.
Good, by the way are you free? I'll have to introduce you to everyone.
There was a pause.
Are they loud?
Only one of them, I think I've told you about him. I've given you the address already, just remember to get there around the time on the card.
Alright, see you there.
Then Nexalas hung up, and proceeded to text a message to Ashton.
[I have a friend I want to introduce, might be a new member. We'll be at the usual place at the usual time.
He then put away his phone and proceeded to fix his errors, having some time before he has to meet with the gang today.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, shining onto Ash's back/ The raven haired teenager had his face buried in his pillow, and was snoring loudly. So ya want to be a master... The phone on the nightstand beside his bed went off, vibrating and blaring his ringtone. Do you have the skills to be.... He rolled over, oblivious hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock, which fell off the desk and busted. The ringtone continued to blare, and after a few more minutes, Ash groaned and sat up. He blinked a few times, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, then grabbed his phone and read the obnoxious text that had woken him up.


I have a friend I want to introduce, might be a new member. We'll be at the usual place at the usual time.

There was a pregnant pause, and then Ash leaped out of bed, scrambling towards a pile of clothes on the floor and grabbing a shirt. he sniffed it, then tossed it down and picked up another. He repeated the process several times, eventually finding a t-shirt that didn't stink, and then grabbed a pair of pants. He leaned out the door of his room to yell down the hall, to his guest room, "We gotta be somewhere in thirty minutes, get up Misty!" And then rushed off to the bathroom to shower

The aforementioned had been up for a while, and had already shower and gotten dressed, and was sitting downstairs in the living room, drinking a cup of coffee and chatting with Ash's Mom. Thanks to his obnoxiously loud voice, she heard him. With an apology to his mother, and a thanks for allowing her to stay over the night before since they had gotten home so late (to which his Mom responded "It's no trouble at all, Misty, really. You're like the daughter I never had.") , she stood up and retrieved her phone from the kitchen table. She sent a text to Efialtes to get ready, she and Ash would pick him up in twenty minutes. Then she finished her coffee, and pulled a scrunchy from her pocket, putting her hair in her trade mark pony-tail. She was ready.

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