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Yume Tsuki:
Yume Tsuki

'Huh? Is such item even legal? Wait why am I talking about whatever is legal or illegal, it's not like one could say this 'game' is legal after all.' She thought to herself. "Not specifically something I was looking for." She pondered for a moment. "Yume, if the information about the deaths of other astral players is true, this is your best option to hold on to. Especially since you're snooping around right now..." Her astral suggested. 'It only works for astral battles though, some random person could still stab me if he or she wanted to.' She looked at the scarf. [/i]'It's true though, if though astral battles a person can actually die, such scarf could be a life-saver.'[/i] Then the image from the pink haired guy went through her mind, he had fallen unconscious to the ground after battling. 'What was his name...? Oh right, Nexalas. She looked back at the stranger. "I'll take it. But there is one more question I have... Do you happen to know where a guy named Nexalas is staying?"

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Nexalas and Denis

Denis, surprisingly, didn't cling to the back of the nearest couch or try to sprint out of the door when Stan entered. He vaguely remembers the man who entered the room as Stan Masters, Nexalas told him all about how he was past champion and how they were acquainted, and even met him once before. He nodded as he left to another room with both Ashton and Misty, and he felt this was as good a time as any to ask Nexalas what's going on.
You mentioned something about last night, what exactly happened?

Nexalas turned to him, but as soon as he did, he sneezed all of a sudden. He sniffled a bit before answering. My astral went a bit berserk yesterday, he took control at one of the worst times. I regained consciousness when Misty slapped me. Denis was about to ask, but Nexalas stopped him. Long story, let's just say we don't see eye to eye. A lot.

Denis nodded, remembering how Nexalas described him, and Nexalas continued, this time more to both Denis and Soul. So basically, the same thing happened to Dagen, only it seems as though it took control of itself in the middle of the fight instead of in the beginning like me. Astral battles aren't that dangerous for most people, but it seems like both his and my astral have something in common... heck if I know what it is though.

The-Blades-slave:
Red
"Another victim has been found." The head honcho of the underground slammed his fist against the table, looking around at Red and the rest of the Triad clans. It wasn't often he got them together without all hell breaking loose. "We cannot allow this to continue happening. This is the very reason battling fell out of popularity twenty years ago."\ If it continues we will lose battlers, and no battlers means no money."

Red pulled his hat down farther to cover his eyes, leaning back in his chair. He tried not to take the short man at the head of the table too seriously. He was one of the sponsors of the underground, and generally just screamed at the top of his lungs about money. He was listening more than normal today, trying to find out anything about the murders.

"What do you suppose we do?" Zeke spoke up, grinning from under his hood. "We could kick their asses if you want. That sounds fun, right guys?"

"Do you even think we could manage that?" Blue spoke up from behind Red, looking at Zeke. "One of the first murders was Daylin Hakima. he was renowned as the best battler of a millenia for a reason. He only has two documented defeats in his whole career." The room descended into silence after that, all eyes on Red. He was a mystery to most, but everyone in the Triad knew he was the son of the famous champion. If anyone knew if Daylin was as strong as the rumors said, it would be his son.

"Well?" the short man at the front of the table demanded. He did not like waiting on anyone. "How strong was he, boy?"

Red looked up, locking eyes with the man. "If they beat him, we can't. Whoever is hunting these champions isn't playing fair. They could not have beaten my father without doing so. He was famous for a reason. He was fusion." His voice was cool and collected, and the room was silent afterwards.

"Very well, we will continue later. tonight we are holding another gathering, all of you are to be there. If the murderer shows his face you are permitted to sue force. Deadly force." He a small red orb on the table, and Zeke gasped, even Red's eyes widened slightly. "It's the same thing the Troopers used twenty years ago. Beat him and he's dead meat. Literally, ahaha." And with that the meeting was dismissed, leaving the Triad to get ready for tonight's gathering.

Red left in a hurry, pulling out a throw away mobile phone and sending a picture of the orb to Stan (he had taken them when everyone was getting ready to leave), with a message. "Caution, will be there tonight. Gathering is at the old battle arenas at 10:00 PM. Proceed with caution. ~Crimson" Then the gang leader left the site of the meeting, talking to his hang and the other triad members like nothing had happened.

Tickles:
Before Change

Stan Masters

Stan received a message from Red. It was a picture of a red orb. Stan was filled with disgust when he realized how dangerous this is actually going to be. "Things go from bad to worse it seems. One of the underground members got a hold of a red orb. Ash, Misty, take caution. If you see a red orb, get as far away from the synch zone as you can. Report to me if you find anything else."

Stan hugged both of them. To him, they were the only thing close to a family he has. He let go, nodded, and took his leave, giving everyone else a quick goodbye as well.

(You guys just post on the ways you got the invite later.)

The Stranger

"Unfortunately, I can't supply that information right now, as personal info is quite expensive, but seeing as you really want to find him, I'm sure he will be at the underground event tonight. Should be a riot. So, I accept payment in the form of cash. Enjoy your scarf, Stranger. The transaction complete, the stranger left, leaving no trace of his existence.

At the meeting

Everyone was waiting patiently as they once did the night before. Synch stations were set up, this time in catacombs beneath the city, a place where no cop dared to venture. Dagen was back on his feet, having no memory of what happened earlier, and he seemed even more excited for his next fight. Salvador was waiting in the shadows, avoiding eye contact. He had a special run in with a mysterious man who tried to sell him odd trinkets, but he wasn't buying. He didn't need special items to win.

Humen:
Midou
Midou had made his way to the catacombs a while ago. His partner called him telling him about the meeting sometime after he woke up in the forest. Midou was hanging back on a wall flicking his lighter off and on while his partner was going over the matches he had seen yesterday.

John
After he had heard the that battles already occurred yesterday he spaced out disappointed he missed the chance to participate. When he finally came back the blonde girl was gone. When he left the sandwich shop he got a message about the next event he made sure to make it early and has been loitering around the entrance since.

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