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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Soul's eyes widened and he stood up off the ground as the old man walked into the warehouse. That's the old man from the factory last night! But, he's also... Soul racked his brain for the right memory. He's a previous champ, remember? Stan Masters, and he was very acquaintanced with Ash's father.

Masters walked over to the unconscious Dagen and examined him, then asked Ash for an explanation. While he did, Ash was obviously tense, and Masters seemed very concerned. Soul noticed Misty put her hand on Ash's shoulder, and something bright near his head. Weird. Masters called for Ash and Misty to step aside, so Soul walked over next to the others and sat on the table, facing Dagen. What exactly happened while we were fighting? And what is Gramps doing here?

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash was grim-faced as he followed Stan, eyes focused intently on the ground. Two more dead... He didn't know who it was, but they had been targeting champions. His Dad was off the list, and Stan was still here. The newer league didn't have many champions, the only one he knew of was Luk- He picked up his pace, bursing into the only room the warehouse had that was considered private. "It was Luke, and that girl he hung around, wasn't it?" His voice was strained, and he couldn't bring himself to look Stan in the eyes.

Misty felt her throat tightening as she came to the same realizaion as Ash, but she forced the lump of emotions down. They hadn't known the Champion and his girl friend personally, but he and Ash had met before on several occasions. Luke had seemed alright, and the quiet girl he traveled with had looked so innocent. They didn't deserve to die. "Please, Stan, say it wasn't them." She spoke softly, nearly begging Stan to deny their suspicions. The haunted gaze he observed them with said it all though.

Desbear:
Efialtes

Efialtes had watched the entire battle, but he was drowning out all sounds, he was thinking. The moment the battle ended, he went to write something down in his black book, until he looked up after hearing a loud thud. The guy that had been here before them, the guy Ash called Dagen, was out on the floor. A door opened, and he saw someone he saw a few times before, someone he at least thought Ash respected, Mr. stan. He started to say something, before stopping himself, as the other guy led Ash and Misty away, the guy must have said something he hadn't caught, either way, he probably shouldn't follow them, hence why he just went back to writing in his book.

He started to write something down, before he lost vision, regaining it a few seconds later, to see the strategy he had started to write down, crossed out, with neater words beside it. He read said words, his expression changing rapidly. His normal, idiotic smile, to a flat line, that of someone who looked hurt. '...it reads.... "do you really think that would work...? You aren't very good at this are you?"....'

He shook his head, marking out the words, and he started to write down the strategy. He kept losing vision, each time he regained it, what he had written down would be scratched out, the same words written down beside it. He would get less, and less written down, until eventually he came back to a whole page of the words. To any normal person, this would look like someone writing things down rapidly, them going through a wave of moods as they were doing it... He eventually wrote down one word himself. 'why?'

Nothing else came after that. Not a single word from the one who he was arguing with. He merely stared at the page, and at that one word, for the longest time. A blank expression on his face, as thoughts streamed into his mind, reminding him of every falter, mishap, loss, that he caused by not being good enough, not being able to think fast enough, or flat out admitting he was beat.

[SIINTCA]

Tickles:
Stan Masters

Stan looked down at the request. "I'm sorry." It pained him to see his young friends in distress, but he couldn't help what happened. He was even sure about this next move, but again, it can't be helped either.

"That's why I wanted to talk to you guys. Luke was aa champion, and as you and probably the rest of the city figured out, this killer only targets champions. Apparently, not last night, as the younger woman, Kat, was not a champion. He seemed more concerned for Ash and Misty now, but he pressed on. "Another thing that remains consistent is that there is no sign of a forced entry, a struggle, or any visible marks that indicate how they died. Almost as if they dropped dead without notice. He trembled a bit, a memory popping up and making him think even more. "The last time I seen this was when Daylin was still alive. I am certain now that this is an astral crime. I fear that events will play out again, but I'm not sure if it is the same astral. The one that killed your father. He looked to Ash.

"Ash, you have a gift in you, one that only you and your father share. You have a strong astral signature, and it is manifesting itself around you. You are able to tap into your being's knowledge, even become them to an extent. I went back to this..." He pulled out an old book, and opened it up. The pages were blank, but it was indeed important. "This is the book of the astrals. I am the only one that can read it, but it has revealed to me things about you. Ash, you are a Catalyst. You can utilize your energy in a focused manner, making you strong offensively in the battlefield. Your father was the same. Ash, I want you to join the Pursuers of Knowledge. I know you battle in the underground, and I fear that a member there is using this astral, or worse, the astral is using them. You have insider information, and can gain access that the PK can't. It will be a dangerous mission, but I have faith in you, and will train you, and one other member of your choosing, to get through this.

He paused, as he waited for a reply.

(Blades, you can respond any way you wish. I will send a PM to clarify.)

@Yuki

The Stranger

"Ah, you speak my language. Without hesitation you approached this old soul with an inquiry. Madam, I see many a strange thing, things that are beyond belief in this world. In another world, it's normal the things I see, but such is life." He pulled out a scarf, gold in color, and as brilliant as the sun itself. "Now this is strange, and I did see it as out of place given the consequences of last night. This is the Golden Fleece, woven down of course into something more... stylish I suppose. Yours for 15, unless you prefer to pay 10. Why am I selling you this, you ask? Well, this strange item seems to be what you seek. A powerful item that allows you to recover three times as fast form any attack, no matter how devastating. If you don't believe me, at least you'll get a nice scarf out of it. What do you say, Stranger?"

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I'll do it, I'm not gonna stand by and let more people die." He looked oddly reminiscent of Daylin as he clenched his fists, eyes glowing in determination. "Myst cant train with me, I'm sure she's as willing to help as I am." The raven haired teenager looked at Misty, who nodded in affirmation.

Misty's eyes wandered to the book Stan held, whose pages he said were blank. Ash didn't seem to notice anything, but to her, the pages shifted with words. She shook it off, and then looked at Stan. "What are the pursuer's of knowledge, Stan? Daylin always said they wree good, and I knew he was part of them, but... he didn't really say much else."

(Sorry if the post is off, lost my actual one because the page failed to load because PU was updating.)

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