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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Humen:
Midou
After he landed the final blow to the wolf Salamander desynced before the dragon could attack. Back in the real world Midou stepped of the stage as if disappointed in the match."Hmph one pluck of a feather and that entire mutt can do is whine. Pathetic." Looking back Midou saw the girls hands looked like they had just been burned and her sleeves scorched. "Was she in that condition before the match." he began to ponder before disregarding the thought taking his attention back to what really mattered, collecting his winnings.

Blanka
Blanka saw his attack land successfully and watched as the flaming beast whimpered in fear. Assuming it was cause of him he began to approach wanting to finish the match before a shadow loomed over him and he realized what the beast truly feared. Looking over his shoulder Blanka saw a creature like no other and Blanka found him unable to move out of shock.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Dazed by the sudden rush of information coupled by Ash shoving himself through the crowd, Soul stood gaping for a moment before he realized that everyone in a battle was still in danger. His attention darted from battle to battle, making sure no one was incapacitated entirely, and found that Dagen seemed unperturbed by the happenings.

He looked over the crowd, barely getting a glimpse of what appeared to be Misty, sprawled on the floor, crying and cradling her arms. Her opponent, the one who Soul remembered to be somewhat of a pyrotechnic, seemed indifferent to what he had caused. Soul scowled, but knew he could do nothing to help. He did, however, shuffle closer to the general cluster of arenas, in case anyone was in need of immediate attention should their battle end.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash didn't move for a moment, the gears in his head turning. he hadn't been hurt, so the red orb had only recently been activated. Misty's opponent was smiling and making snide remarks, uninjured, while her arms were burnt. Top top it all off, the commotion had only started as Misty and this guy's battle had ended. It all pointed to one thing; Midou had the Red. "You son of a woman, is this part of your damn betting circle?"

Ash lunged across the stage, grabbing Midou by the collar and slamming him into a wall. He was the taller of the two by a good three inches, and bulkier. "Turn it off, right now. Turn it off or I'll make you pay." He snarled down at the gambler, breathing heavily and eyes filled with rage. His hat had fallen from atop his head, landing on the ground behind him in front of Misty.

"Ash, he doesn't have it! He's just an arrogant ass." Misty tried to pull Ash off Midou and winced, biting her lip. She didn't have time for this, they had to find who really had the orb. "C'mon, we have to find the orb before anymore battles end."

The raven-haired teen shook his head, letting Midou slide down the wall, back onto his feet. "Myst, I'll find. You're hurt, you gotta sit this one out." He could see she wasn't going to listen, and looked around for a solution. "Soul! C'mere. I need you to keep Misty out of harm's way while I find the red orb."

"What do you mean keep me outta harm's way, whose gonna keep you safe?" The redhead wanted to smack him, but knew it would just hurt her arm more. She knew he was right, that she would be no use, but it hurt her pride to let him go alone. "I don't need a baby sitter, especially someone younger than me!"

Ash glanced at her pleadingly, knowing he needed to get going, but not wanting to leave thinking she would follow. "Myst, you and Mom are the only people I have left... Please, keep yourself safe. for me." Like that her defense crumbled, and she gazed it him through tear filled eyes.

"Fine, Ash, I won't go after you."

His demeanor changed instantly, and he turned to Soul. "Misty will xplain the rest of what's going on, but I need you to make sure nothing else happens to her and keep an eye on the other battlers. I have to find the red orb." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to Soul. "Call Stan, he's in my contacts. Tell him what's going on." He cast Soul one last glance, and the nodded. He turned and ran towards the back of the catacombs, where the officials would be.

Humen:
Midou
Midou was suddenly thrown against the wall by an emotional Ash Hakima. He had Midou pinned and began accusing him of hurting the girl screaming about some orb. The girl calmed him down and after a heart felt and frankly stomach curling moment he left leaving some other guy to look after the girl. Midou had no clue what he was accusing him of and hen it was all settled he began walking off  passing by the . But just then a voice went off in his head, similar to the one with Salamander. "That one is an obstacle but the girl is his strength. Finish her here and break his will to go on!" Midou didn't know where the voice was coming from but he unconsciously followed its orders. He coldly grabbed hold of Misty's burned arms clenching them tightly and a small faint glow could be seen coming off his mysterious ring.

The-Blades-slave:
Misty
Misty watched Ash disappear into the crowd, so absorbed in her thoughts she didn't notice Midou approach her. She gasped in pain when he grabbed her arm, whipping around to glare at him. She couldn't find her voice for a moment, and when she did, her breathing was labored. "Let.... Me... Go.." She knew she couldn't make him let her go, he was taller and stronger than her at her best, much less incapacitated. She felt helpless, and Misty Williams hated feeling helpless.

She had felt helpless at some of the most tragic moments in her life; when she had lost her parents, when her sister had lost her temper and told her that she was a mistake, and when she had heard about Daylin's death. She had always laughed at the damsel in distress in all those cheesy movies, remarking to Ash that it was a bad stereotype for women, but right now she fit that description perfectly, and she hated it. "Let me go!"

Ash

Ash struggled through the crowd, working his way deeper into the catacombs. The place deteriorated the farther you went, in some places the only thing holding the roof up being the newly instilled steel bars. he didn't like being down here, but this was where the nonbattlers resided. The Managers and triad were always back here, though most didn't know it.

He found the group of peopl he was looking for soon enough, running smack into a tall man with spiky brown hair and startling green eyes. It was Blue, a member of his older brother Red's gang. "What are you doing down here? If you're looking for Red he isn't here." the man glared at him suspiciously.

"I-I'm looking for one of the managers, people are really getting hurt out there." Well that's not a total lie, Ash thought, he doesn't need to know about the red orb.

Blue looked him over, and then nodded. "I'll fetch one." He strode off, glancing back to shout over his shoulder, "stay there!".  Ash nodded at the man, and as soon as he was out of sight, began to frantically survey the room.

It was just groups of rich men with too much money talking and bragging, the red orb isn't here, he thought. He still continued to look, unable to remove the image of Misty's burnt arms from his mind. If he failed, others would get a lot worse.

His gaze froze on a group of men talking about something in awe, one waving around something a bit larger than a small stone. Something red, and slightly smaller than a small stone. The red orb! Ash was about to take of sprinting for the man, but he saw Blue returning with a tall man in a tuxedo. He swore, and did what he always did in these situations; trusted his gut. He took off running for the group of fancy men with the red orb, prepared to punch the man out, take the orb and run.

He got halfway there, several members realizing what he was doing and shouting a warning, before a hand reached out of the wall and pulled him into darkness. He struggled wildly, unable to speak thanks to the hand clamped over his mouth. "Ash, it's me. Red." The raven haired man immediately tensed, opening his eyes to see his older brother Kaylen"Red" Hakima, eyes widening. Why was he here, in the middle of a dark hole in the wall that no one knew about?

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