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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash nodded at Dagen's statement, but he already expected the teenager to leave. "Uh... I realize your clothes are probably messed up, and we're about the same size... If you want to come with me and Myst we could get you some clothes from home..." He offered awkwardly, unsure of how to go about lightening the mood after the fight. "Oh, and Misty, take this." He handed her his jacket, wiping off the dust as much as he could. "Sorry for keeping you out here long enough for it to get this cold."

Misty took the jacket without question, sliding it on. It hung down to her thigh, and the sleeves were too long, but it was still warm and heated her up. "Thanks, Ash." She muttered, rolling up the sleeves. It smelled like him, a strange mix of apples and soap, but she was used to the smell. Over the last 6 years, it had become like home to her. The smell meant laughs and jokes were ahead, and arguments, all in good nature. "Really, thanks Ash."

The raven-haired teenager nodded, giving her a funny look. "Something wrong, Myst? You look a little red, and you had this funny look." Ash put his hand against her forehead, but she brushed him off. Good thing he was so dense, because she was not good at hiding things.

She shook her head, beating down the blush. "No, I'm fine."

GrizzlyEatsKids:
GM POST
At the Ice Cream Parlor

The cop gave another half-smile, saying, "Ah, don't worry about it. I admit, this wasn't the best idea we've had." He looked around at the others for a moment before speaking again. "Just try to be a bit more careful, eh? Next time someone calls the cops about an astral battle, it might not be me that gets to show up. Luck has to run out, eventually." Although he knew that none of them could tell, the officer was referring to his own luck, not that of those in the parlor. This was not just a coincidence, they did not just get lucky, he did.

Upon walking out of the parlor, the cop was immediately confronted by the shopkeeper. "Are they being arrested?" the clerk asked.

The officer shook his head. "No sir, there was just a misunderstanding. They were simply just talking about the fact that astral battles were banned, not organizing a fight. Your concern is not unwarranted, though, and please, if you do catch wind of anything else of this nature, just give us a call."

The shopkeeper grumbled to himself, but did not argue with the cop as he walked back into the parlor, a bit grumpy. The officer nodded to his partner, and they both got in the police car and left.

In the Street, @Yume

"Oh, no" the man shook his head, "I'm not here to get you or anything like that, if that's what you're worried about. I've seen you before, you have a sync band, but I know you're not GFA." He let go of her arm. "Look, I just received word that there's a big underground event going down tonight, at the Automate Factory in the Industrial District, but we can't show up until the sun sets. There's also supposedly going to be some special guests there or something, but I don't know who they are." He paused for a moment before continuing."Hate to run all of a sudden, but I was told to spread the word to every underground fighter I see. Try to come by tonight, ok?" Once again, the somewhat strange man didn't wait for a response from Yume, and he suddenly took off into the crowd of people on the street.

In the Street, @Midou

After the man left Yume, he continued he search for those that he recognized to be in the underground. On his walk, he overheard a deranged looking boy and his friend talking about the event, but they didn't seem to know much about it.

"Keep your voices down," he said as he approached the boys. He then informed them of all the details of the night's underground event before yet again running off.

At Salvador's House

A fairly weak, and almost mangy, looking man stood at the front door of the house that he was told belonged to Salvador, a brute of a man that he didn't particularly care to confront. He ran his hand through his thin, messy black hair. Of course, on the day that his gang was assigned with informing the entire underground of that night's event, he was one of the two in the group that was given off of work, which meant that he had to cover all of the people that it didn't make sense for the police to contact. It didn't help that he was physically the smallest in the gang, either, and so he had to contact all of the people that his "partner" didn't want to. He let out a heavy sigh, which resulted from both annoyance and reluctance, before pounding on the door with his fist.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Soul gave Dagen a sideways thumbs up, his own way of recognizing him as an opponent. He gave Misty and Ash a sideways glace and turned to walk away. As he left the alley, he saw the two cops leaving, and decided to get some ice cream after all. "I need to cool off, nerves like these aren't what help me win." He went in, bought a plain vanilla cone, and went back outside to eat it.

Yume Tsuki:
Yume Tsuki

'Huh...?' She looked around but she couldn't find the man anymore. 'That was weird.' She was wondering what that event was about. It had to do something with the bracelet and this game everybody keeps talking about. She could give it a try she wondered what this game was all about, but kept in mind to keep low profile, like she always did whenever some event was going on. She decided to go home first to pick up her coat, after all, it should be around the evening and she would scold herself for not taking it with her in the cold night.

Tickles:
Dagen

Dagen relaxed and took a good look at himself. He was a complete mess, and didn't particularly like it that way. "Thanks, Ash. You know, you're pretty cool. Not many people can beat the crap out of a guy and still maintain respect from them." He smiled at the both of them. "Let's get out of here before we attract too much attention." He started his walk.

(Blades, I give you permission to Gmod him to Ash's place.)

Salvador

Salvador snapped out of his state when he heard the pounding. He never liked being interrupted, especially to someone with the audacity to bang on his door. He ran up and opened it, grabbing the puny man by the collar and lifting him high in the air. He sneered at him, as if to say, "The hell do you want?"

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