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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Tickles:
Dagen barely dodged, the fist clipping the side of his face. He brought up his knee to Ash's gut, sending him back a bit. "Hey buddy, what the hell is your problem? I lost, that's no reason to attack me. Just calm down." He kept his guard up. He didn't know why ash just attacked him. Five minutes ago, the guy fed him.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash stumbled slightly back, but regained his composure. "Bullpoop. You know what I'm doing this for!" He snarled, grief suddenly gone. "You killed all of them. All of those poor battlers, they didn't know it was different from a battle until they Desynced and they were dead, did they?" He lunged at Dagen, grabbing for his arm in an attempt to slam him into the ground.

"Ash..." Misty heard the voice fo someone else, slightly younger than them from the sound of it, but she took no notice. She was too preoccupied with watching Ash. She didn't want him to kill anyone, and she would have said he didn't have it in him, but the look in his eyes... He hadn't looked normal, his brown eyes had seemed icy blue for a second, and his hair had flashed a platinum blonde. She wasn't sure he was thinking with his own mindset after that,

Tickles:
Dagen felt the push, and was going down, but he grabbed onto Ash and made sure he came with. While they were on the ground, Dagen punched Ash dead in the nose with his left hand. "You better back off! I'll do way more than that!" Dagen was furious. This is not what he expected when he got his astral. He thought h would make some friends, have a good time, make some cash, and make a name for himself. Now he had to fight off Ash-hole.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Turning back to the alleyway, the raven haired boy and the white haired guy were now on the ground, both a little bloodied. They didn't seem to want to stop, but Soul had no intention of butting in to hold one or the other back. "Then again, the police..." It was obvious these three were underground fighters, and if they were caught...

But, the officers didn't seem to have taken arrested in the ice cream parlor. Addressing the red haired girl, "Hey, ponytail. What's the story? Why's hothead marking up the claw trooper guy?" He looked at the two again, still on the ground. "Hey, hat-head. Didn't you hear the guy? His first battle was just now, and he LOST. Step off and give the guy some air."

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash winced slightly, but he'd had his nose broken a few years back, and it was nothing on that. He brought his elbow up, slamming Dagen hard in the chin. He used the stunned second to flip Dagen over, blood dripping from his nose, and grabbed the older man's collar, raising his head slightly and drawing back a fist. "I swear to God I'll kill you, you damn Claw Trooper." He snarled out the threat, and jerked on the man's collar.

Misty gasped at his behavior, catching his eye for a split second. They weren't their rich chocolate color, they seemed cold and icy again. "Ash..." She whispered, too stunned to do anything to interrupt the fight. She felt it was wrong to let Ash hurt him, but at the same time... He was a Claw Trooper.  They'd murdered people in cold blood, they'd been so ruthless. Yet this guy seemed so nice...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the boy beside her. She didn't speak for a moment, just stared at him. "Don't stop them, let them get the tension out. I think Ash's gonna get a surprise once everything calms down, and they start talking."

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