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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Tickles:
Big Daddy

A shot was heard, and something hit Big Daddy in the arm. His suit was able to take it, but it still hurt. He found where the noise came from and launched an incinerate at the mushroom the dragon was perched on. It lit ablaze, and even started to release some spores. His job done, he ran to take cover behind a cluster of tall mushrooms.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Bored after a few hours of scanning the web for older video games, (and half as much time finding the better ones), Soul decided he could go for a walk. After a quick but stern talk from his father:

Not too long today bud, you came back pretty late last time. Yeah yeah, I already apologized. But this time I promise, before eleven. I'll be back. I'm serious this time. News networks have been reporting that local police forces have been cracking down on curfews since the shutdown of battles. Not to mention that I know how much you liked them. I get it Dad, if it makes you feel better I'll be back by ten, or even nine. Eleven is fine son. Just keep yourself in line.

he decided to aimlessly walk around the city. He dined at a gourmet restaurant out of sheer boredom, but an hour later his stomach told him that the portions were too small. He found himself back at the ice cream shop from yesterday, and decided on a burger and sea salt ice cream.

After sitting outside and polishing everything off quickly, he leaned his head back and stared at the clouds. Still bored, I see. Yeah well, there's not exactly anything to do while waiting for my orders to ship. So go battle someone. I wouldn't mind, and I doubt that if you found someone safe that anything could happen. And how am I supposed to find them, a magic map?

@ the Stranger
Soul tipped his head forward again and saw a shady character across the street. He wanted to approach the man, but he felt immobilized. He was brought back to reality by a voice in his head. Talk to him. Don't know why, but you should. Soul got up and crossed the street at a safe moment, and approached the man. Can you help me?

Tickles:
GM at Soul

"Of course I can help you, but the question is, will I? And the answer is yes. You seek an opponent, but not just any opponent. One with an astral from the past, an astral of evil, an astral that has redeemed itself, and turned away from the masters it once had. No, this astral is special, one of a kind, but you may be asking 'isn't that true of everyone?' No, this astral is none other than the claw trooper. Feared in the past they were. Dreadful creatures, but one roams the city, calls itself a different name, and has a different cause. For a small fee, I will tell you where he is hiding, or rather, where he isn't hiding. Not really good at it I'm afraid." The Stranger held out a hand. "What do you say stranger? First time customers get a discount, ten is the fee for the info you need."

WhistfulSoul:
@ the Stranger

Although at first intimidated by the man, Soul smirked after the man finished. He took his wallet out of his back pocket, and took out a twenty. There's an extra ten for your wordplay, I've always loved riddles and the like.

Tickles:
@Soul

The Stranger took the money without a second thought. "He's in a warehouse not too far from here. My sources tell me it belonged to the late champion, Daylin Hakima. All I know is, his son took your opponent there, and he stayed in all night. Might still be there if you hurry. Have a good battle stranger." And with that, the stranger left and disappeared, as if he never existed in the first place.

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