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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Tickles:
Dagen pulled into the Garage, and the three stepped out and walked into the house. The place was pretty big, and had a lot of fancy stuff around. Dagen could hardly believe where he was, he felt like he was dreaming. He did his best to hide his wonder, but his face always gave him away. "This place is amazing! You two must be great fighters to afford this." Dagen was used to shelters, so this place felt like a palace in comparison. The air inside was nice and comfortable, not too hot, not too cold. His expression changed though from wide eyed wonder, to sheer determination. "I will become strong, I will become the best. It's time to work hard, Dagen.

GrizzlyEatsKids:
GM POST
At Sal's House

"L-look, I uh- I don't want any trouble," the man stammered, his feet dangling above the ground. "I-i was just sent here by the underground. The event's tonight, starting at sunset. It takes place at the Automate Factory. There's going to be some special guests. There, see? No harm done."

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash laughed at Dagen, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's not our house. It's my Dad'-I mean..." He cut off awkwardly, eyes glazing over slightly. He supposed it wasn't his Dad's house, not anymore. "It's, uh, my Mom's house. Dad was a pretty good battler, he made ends meet." Misty caught his eye, giving him a sympathetic gaze, but he shook his head. "Anyways, let me find my Mom and tell her what's up, go ahead and take him to my room." Misty nodded and lead Dagen up the stairs, and Ash set off towards the kitchen.

"Mom, you here?" She usually baked when she was upset, and he expected to find the refrigerator full and the counters covered. And he found exactly that. The granite counters were covered with dishes, filled with brownies and cake and other miscellaneous foods. His Mom was bent over by the open stove, poking something with a fork. A second later she put the fork down, and grabbing her mitten, she pulled the pan out and laid it on the counter to cool. Her auburn hair was in disarray, and her eyes were puffy and red from crying. There were deep worry lines on her forehead, which Ash noted quietly hadn't been there a few weeks ago, and her clothes were plastered with cake bake and flour. "Hey Mom, how are you?" He spoke softly, guilt eating at him. he shouldn't have left her here on her own, she had just lost her husband. She'd known him for twenty-three years, longer than Ash had been alive, and was probably going through a lot more pain.

"Hey Ash, I thought I heard someone in the garage!" His mother tried to sound cheery, but her voice broke slightly and gave her away. She was trying to be strong for her kids, but she couldn't. Whoever Red had gotten the talent to hide everything he felt and thought from, it wasn't her. Much like Ash, she wore her emotions on her sleeve. "I'm sorry, give me a minute.." She wiped at her eyes, trying to brush away the tears, but Ash wrapped her in a hug. He could remember all the times when he was little she would hug him and he would have to look up at her, but now he was taller by nearly eight inches, and she had to look up at him. "It's alright, Mom. You don't have to be strong for me, I know you miss Dad more than I do. You knew him a lot longer." The auburn haired woman hugged Ash back, wrapping her arms around him so tightly it hurt, but he didn't complain.

His mom cried than, the dam that had held her tears back shattering forcefully. They were like that for several minutes, Ash letting his Mom cry into his shoulder and sitting there awkwardly. He wished Misty was here, she was better at this emotion thing than him. He could barely deal with his own grief, much less help his Mom through hers, but he would try. Because his Mom deserved it, she'd done nothing to deserve losing her best friend, her husband. She'd raised two children successfully, hell, she'd been able to fix the great emotionless Red with a look that made him feel guilty enough to clean his room without complaint. How many people would laugh if they knew that about the all-powerful Underground lord, that he'd not always been the stone-cold leader who hadn't even attended his own Dad's funeral? The thought comforted Ash slightly, and he was able to hold back his own grief, letting his mother release all of hers. Misty had done it for him, and it was time he returned the favor.

"Ash what's taking so long?" Misty rounded the corner, and instantly went quiet. She had changed out of the dress, now wearing a green t-shirt, a matching mint green jacket, black jeans, and her red and white sneakers. His jacket was slung over her shoulder, still covered in dirt, and she had a bottle of Aspirin in her left hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt... I was just telling ash I was gonna wash his jacket, and bring him some aspirin for his nose..." She trailed off, unsure how to continue. She really hadn't meant to interrupt, she didn't expect to find Mrs. Hakima crying, but she supposed her husband had just had his funeral. She'd just never seen anything of anger or any emotion other than happiness out of her beyond the irritated glares she would give Daylin or Ash when they smarted off.

For the first time since he'd walked in, his Mom noticed Ash's bloody nose, and instantly went into worried mother mode. "What happened, Ash? Did someone attack you? Oh did you call the police? Ash please don't risk anything, I couldn't handle losing you. Let me clean that up. Misty, get an ice pack please!" His Mom bustled off to grab a rag, and Misty stood shocked for a moment at how fast a worry for a child could change a mother's thoughts, before she trotted over to the freezer. "You want the little Garlock-covered one, Hakima?" Misty grinned, removing an ice pack covered with little chibi versions of his father's astral. He smiled, and nodded, caught it when she tossed it, then pressed it to his nose with a relived sigh.

"Told Dagen about tonight's competition, he said he's in. I told him he could crash here until tonight, and we'd give him a ride." Misty whispered to Ash, careful to make sure his Mom wouldn't hear, and then walked back upstairs to make sure he'd been able to find some clothes that fit him. With her gone, there was nothing left to distract him and he turned back to his mother, who had walked up with a first aid kit and a wet rag, demanding her sit down so she could clean him up. He protested, saying he was fine, but his Mom would hear none of it. Somethings never changed.

Tickles:
Dagen

Dagen checked out the clothes he was borrowing. They looked just like his old ones, but were a lot cleaner. His other pair was dirty and bloody, and he set them aside to wash. "Club soda will get that right out... eventually." He thought about what Misty told him. To think there was an entire underground ring of fighters this whole time. He would have started battling years ago if it meant being there. "I bet only the strongest fighters attend those events. Well, time for a quick nap then." He found a nice chair inside Ash's room, and began to snooze. He became Gix in his dreams, and he watched as his astral was fighting off a large number of Spikers, Spiders with spikes all over their body. He moved with no hesitation, slashing in elaborate patterns, each foe falling in a bloody mess. A smile could be seen on Dagen's face. He always enjoyed watching his astral in his world, and he always got ideas for new fighting styles as he watched.

Salvador

Sal nodded at the puny man, but was still angry. He tossed the man aside with a large amount of force, and went back into his apartment to prepare. He would need a coupe of things before he met with them again. He packed his weighted training gear, and some water in case the meeting dragged on. He also stored away his knife, for those that were sore for the beat downs they received. All he cared about was a rematch against the triad. If he could top them, he would prove to be the greatest fighter of all time.

Yume Tsuki:
Yume Tsuki

Yume opened the door to her apartment, she lived alone it was the only place she could truly be herself. She closed the door, looking around in the quiet room. "Looks like I got some time left before the evening..."

"One... and a two and a three... ?"
She opened a cupboard taking a cookie out of its package.

"I'll take one cookie. Because it's delicious as f***. ?"
She sang and opened a closet to take out a glass.

"Walking made me a little bit thirsty. So a glass of juice will do... ?"

"What the hell are you singing?" The voice in her mind said amused.
"OH SHIZ" Yume stopped singing abruptly when she heard the voice, who just started laughing. ”That’s not funny…” ”Sorry… Just those lyrics… Hehehe… I almost thought I was stuck with some serious person who doesn’t like fun. But apparently I can’t just rate this book by its cover.” ”I somehow feel robbed of my privacy now… How much do you actually see?” ”Well, I can only hear you. I got a special installation for that in my ship. That’s as far as my technology goes. Though I’m pretty curious what you look like.” ”Ship…? Are you on the ocean or something?” ”Oh no, I’m in space. I explore the universe. If I knew where you lived I would’ve flown there instantly, but I’m not even sure if we live in the same dimension.” ”Wow… I wish I could travel like that. Space seems beautiful.” ”Sure is, though it’s quite lonely alone. But luckily I have someone to talk to now. Pleased to meet you Yume.” It made Yume smile. Which was rare for her. ”Same here…” She took a sip of her drink while sitting down on the couch.

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