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Tickles:
"That clears up a lot then. Never knew about any of that." He lazily stretched and yawned. "Oh, I'll have a butterscotch cone, thanks." He turned back to the girl. He seemed more interested in the conversation now. "So, any idea what happened to Stan Masters? Did he die like the others?" He was flexing a bit, not to be flirty, but to make sure the ice cream isn't affecting him too much. Yep, still lean and fit, just the way he likes to be.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Misty nodded, mouthing to Ash to get the butterscotch cone. Then she turned back to the man. "Stan never confirmed or denied it, but it's rumored he lost his astral. Either way, he retired from battling. He became an astral researcher, and Daylin was crowned champion. He went undefeated for nearly twenty years, until, well, this." She teared up for a second, but quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. "I never caught your name. Mine's Misty, and the boy I came in with is Ash."

At that moment Ash arrived at the table, precariously balancing two trays, one on each hand. He laid them down onto the table, and then slid in beside Misty. "Geez, a guy can't even introduce himself." He pulled two burgers from a bag, handing one to Misty and one to Dagen. "Sorry if I didn't get you what you wanted, I'm not as good at lip reading as Myst." With the apology out of the way, he passed him a large cup of Coca Cola and a container of fries. "If you don't want it, I can get you something else."

Misty, meanwhile, sighed. "Ash, I said Butterscotch cone, not burger and cola." Sometimes, he made the stupidest mistake.

Ash went red for a second, and went to stand up. "Sorry, I'm not good at it Myst! I don't have you weird lip reading super power!" He looked at Dagen. "Sorry, I'll go get you one if you want."

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Walking aimlessly about town, Soul's mind was pinned to thoughts of the letter he had received. "It's obviously a big event. Astral fighting is illegal again, and all legal arenas are shut down. Whoever's orchestrating this entire operation was hurt by the shutdown, and they want it gone. So, with how big this seems, how possible is it for anyone who shouldn't know to find out about it?" He stopped at the corner of the sidewalk, and pressed the button to cross. A shiny sports car turned from the way he was headed, and pulled into a nearby ice cream shop, which seemed to be pretty buzzing.

His stomach growled, notifying him that even though he had skipped dinner at home, he still needed sustenance. "Not going into that ice cream place. Too many people. Not to mention that a brain freeze won't exactly help me think." He turned a bit further and looked past the parlor towards a place titled Wendy McKings. "Not exactly gourmet, but my stomach would rather turn in on itself than wait any longer." Soul crossed the street, and walked past the busy ice cream parlor. Inside was quite the assortment of people: a boy around his age with a nice looking hat; a younger boy with very messy hair; a third boy, also about his age, with long hair and a think jacket; a girl a bit older than him, with short red hair, sitting with a college aged guy with white hair; and a blonde girl, also a bit older than him, kicking a guy to the ground, ("As long as it's not my problem, it's not my business either.").

He continued to the burger shop, and got a cheeseburger with mustard. He stepped outside and leaned against the wall, unwrapping his dinner. What he found resembled something you would find at the end of a production line, with all the ingredients carelessly slapped together. "Well, what can you expect. Like I told myself, not exactly gourmet." As he took his first bite, he used his thoughts to distract himself from the taste. His eyes turned to the sync band that was looped around his left wrist, and he thought, "How could the entirety of Astral Battles have resulted in what it has today: everyone who's everyone has an Astral, and everyone who still wants in is a criminal for it. He crumpled his wrapper and threw it in the trashcan, then pulled out his phone. "Not time yet. Wish there was another way to pass the time than wait."

Tickles:

--- Quote from: The-Blades-slave on December 02, 2013, 03:06:55 AM ---Ash and Misty
Misty nodded, mouthing to Ash to get the butterscotch cone. Then she turned back to the man. "Stan never confirmed or denied it, but it's rumored he lost his astral. Either way, he retired from battling. He became an astral researcher, and Daylin was crowned champion. He went undefeated for nearly twenty years, until, well, this." She teared up for a second, but quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. "I never caught your name. Mine's Misty, and the boy I came in with is Ash."

At that moment Ash arrived at the table, precariously balancing two trays, one on each hand. He laid them down onto the table, and then slid in beside Misty. "Geez, a guy can't even introduce himself." He pulled two burgers from a bag, handing one to Misty and one to Dagen. "Sorry if I didn't get you what you wanted, I'm not as good at lip reading as Myst." With the apology out of the way, he passed him a large cup of Coca Cola and a container of fries. "If you don't want it, I can get you something else."

Misty, meanwhile, sighed. "Ash, I said Butterscotch cone, not burger and cola." Sometimes, he made the stupidest mistake.

Ash went red for a second, and went to stand up. "Sorry, I'm not good at it Myst! I don't have you weird lip reading super power!" He looked at Dagen. "Sorry, I'll go get you one if you want."

--- End quote ---

"it's not problem, really." He was pretty hungry, and that ice cream was the first thing he has eaten all day. He set the meal out in front of him. "Name's Dagen." He took a good bite from the burger. It tasted amazing, even if it was fast food. "Thanks pal, I mean, Ash. And thank you Misty." He took a second bite and came up with a question. "So, do you two battle? I've been meaning to give my astral a try. It's been hard to find battling partners though."

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash was the first to respond, through a mouth full of hamburger. "I... I do, but I'm on break, I guess you could say." He seemed reluctant to talk about it, lowering the edge of his cap to shield his face, and looking away from Dagen. His mind would be too clouded to battle now, and he wasn't inhuman like other astrals, he was just smart. He was fast enough, and strong enough, but Link, in the end, was superhuman, not inhuman like most.

Misty glanced at Ash for a second, before turning towards Dagen. "It's nice to meet you Dagen. And yes, I do battle. I participated in last years GFA tournament." She didn't mention how she had ranked, or that she had been doing rather well before she randomly dropped out, nor did Ash mention that he was part of the underground circuit, and the leader of a gang. The man seemed nice enough, but they couldn't trust a complete stranger.

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