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The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
"C'mon Myst, we gotta go!" Ash was sitting impatiently at the foot of the stairs, leaning against the wall and glaring at the clock as it ticked closer to 10:30, which would mean he was late to get Efialtes. And though Ash was unorganized, unkempt, and often considered irresponsible, he was never late.

"I'm coming, I just forgot to grab Sheldon yesterday when we left, and you know he doesn't like to be left behind." The redhead walked down the stairs painfully slow, clutching Sheldon the endangered turtle between her arms. He was easy to hold, barely larger than Ash's hand, with a black honeycomb shell and deep blue colored skin. It'd been a head ache getting him for Misty, but Ash had been unable to tell her no.

"If that thing wasn't on the endangered list, I'd hurt him." Ash muttered under his breath, earning himself a slap to the head from Misty. He growled, but like always, didn't hit her back. He'd gotten a lecture from his Dad when he turned fourteen on why he couldn't hit Misty anymore, and it had been very awkward. He wouldn't put it past his Dad to return from the grave just to make him feel awkward... He couldn't help but shove a lump at the back of his throat down remembering his Dad, but Misty broke him from his reverie saying they had to go, and grabbing his hand and pulling him to the door.

Yelling a goodbye to his Mom, they rushed to his car and set out of the driveway, headed towards Efialtes' house.

"So, Ash, know where we're going?"

"No, I thought you did!"

"ASHTON HAKIMA YOU IDIOT!"

Desbear:
Efialtes

Efialtes had a watch out, something was wrong. Ash was normally ten minutes before he was supposed to be. He had five minutes left though...Four more minutes go by, and the sleek black and blue sportscar pulled up. He shook his head, ONE DAY, ash would be late...One day... Efialtes climbed into the car, a confused tone in his voice, mixed with sarcasm. "...Ash. Are you okay. You're never this close to being late. Are you sick. Ash. Are you dying."

[SIINTCA]

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Nexalas

As he walked to the hideout, he looked at his watch. Ten minutes early as usual, but it didn't look like anyone was here. As he stepped to the door, he could've sworn he heard a vacuum cleaner, and opened the warehouse door, looked inside... and dropped his laptop bag in shock.

Denis

He was driving around the city, looking for the address, completely lost. He sighed, this always happens when he tries following directions... and when it happens, following a random person seems to work as well. He spotted an out of the ordinary car, one that's black and with neon blue striped, and Denis figured it was the best one to follow. And with that, he caught up with the speeding car and proceeded to follow right behind it.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash pressed his foot down on the gas pedal, the wind roaring in his ear as it whipped by his open window, drowning out the growl of the engine. One hand gripped the steering wheel, the other continued to shift gears as he went faster and faster, weaving past cars at speeds that would make most vomit. It gave him a rush, knowing one false move could end it all for him lie this. It was like astral battling, but a million times more dangerous. It gave him more of a thrill to raise the speed, pedal slowly being pressed to the floor as he neared a 150 miles per hour, steadily rising....

"Ash! Ash slow down!" A voice broke through to him, clearing the fog that had begun to cloud his thoughts. One foot lightened on the gas, shifting gears as he winded down his speed, coming to rest at 85 mph on his speedometer. "Ash what were you thinking? That was ridiculous! We could have died! Efialtes could have died!" Misty clutched Sheldon tight against her chest, running a hand across his calloused shell soothingly, trying to coax him out of shell. After a moment of silence, she looked back at Efialtes to make sure he was alright, then glared out the window. He'd earned himself the silent treatment. And Misty had never lost the silent game.

The ride was painfully quiet from then on, an occasional soothing whisper from Misty to Sheldon, who finally gained the courage to peek his head out of his shell and nuzzle her cheek. "We're here." Ash opened his car door, pulling the keys out and slamming it shut. He waited for Misty to get out, trying to apologize, but she ignored him and stormed inside the warehouse, cheerfully greeting Dagen and taking her seat in her chair. (She had brushed past exalas, who was still standing stunned in the door.)

Ash followed her, head down, then slumped down on one of the couches, muttering a hello to Dagen. Even as his head hit the pillow he knew the warehouse's knew tenant had been busy, because the couch smelled clean, and the table in the middle of all the furniture was no longer dusty, the magazines stacked neatly, and Misty's book on winged astral's sitting in the middle of it.

Tickles:
Dagen

Dagen had finished up his work, and waved back to Misty. He was proud of his project. Everything was clean, neat, and orderly. Even the windows had a new shine to them. He sat down, smiling, but tired out. "This place was not easy to clean, but I did it. Even more awesome now. Thanks Ash, and you as well Misty." He looked around and seen the other fighters from the underground. "Oh, hello."

Salvador

Sal stepped forward, and pointed to the tree. He wondered exactly how much this person had seen, and was making decisions accordingly.

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