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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Tickles:
Dagen

Dagen came downstairs, and was about to say something when Ash's mom seen him. "Hold on young man, I can't let you leave looking like that. Dagen, was it?" She brought over a first aid kit, and patched him up. The nap allows some of his wounds to heal, but having this quick work gave a whole new sense of relief. He remembered his own mother, who would help him when he used to get sick, or got hurt from playing outside. There we go. You be careful too. Also, do me a favor, and keep an eye on these two for me? I would greatly appreciate it. She gave him a hug, and went back the kitchen. Dagen was a little saddened. He missed his own mother. He gained his composure back and turned to his new friends. "Alright, all ready. I can't wait to see what this is all about." He flashed them a smile, but the thought of his mother still hung in his mind.

Salvador

Salvador was waiting by the factory. He had a nice, quiet trip. He was ready for the fresh meat, and ready for everything else that may come. After being in the underground for so many years, it was about time he got what he rightfully deserved. He was determined to take it if he had to.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash winced slightly as he watched his Mom dress Dagen's wounds. "I... I didn't him that hard, did I?" He hadn't meant to, but he lost it the second he saw the astral nearing Misty. All the stories he had heard growing up came back to him, and in that instance he realized something; he would kill to protect her. He'd already lost his Dad, to lose her would break him. So he'd break whoever touched her first.

Misty nodded, frowning slightly. "Ash... I've nevr seen you like that before. You didn't look like you..."She hadn't told him about the way his hair had seemed blonde and flat for a minute, or the way his eyes had turned into ice-chips. She didn't fully understand it herself. One minute, it had been Ash, hugging her and making sure she was okay, and the next he was totally different, picking Dagen up off the ground and slamming him into the wall. She didn't even know ash could fight like that. With as bad as Ash looked, Dagen looked like he'd been run over. The raven-haired battler hadn't hit him much, but he'd sure thrown him around a lot.

Ash shook his head and looked away, right as Dagen came strolling over. "Sorry about my Mom, she's a bit over protective." That was the understatement of the millennium. "Ready to go?" He didn't wait for an answer, walking into the garage and unlocking his car, before sliding in the driver's seat. Misty was soon to follow, seating herself in the passenger's seat. They let Dagen get in the back, giving him a moment to buckle up, and then opened the garage door and drove out.

With the way Ash was driving, they were at factory in fifteen minutes, flying into the parking lot like hell-on-wheels. He was sure to get a lecture from one of the superiors again for possibly alerting the cops where they were at due to his antics of speeding, but he always ignored them. They hadn't caught him yet. "We're here."

Misty got out of the car, glancing at Ash. Sure, he'd driven fast and cut a few people off, but that was relatively tame for him. Something was up. She made a note to herself to ask when they were alone, and walked up to the entrance with him. More people were gathering, it would start soon enough.

(Yo, cortex, get on PO when ya can. Need to ask you something.)

Humen:
Midou

Midou had arrived at the Automate factory after taking the monorail back. He had been counting the money he got from the loan sharks downtown making sure he knew exactly how much he started out with. There weren't many people gathered at the factory, frankly Midou couldn't tell them apart from the typical loner you'd see around the Industrial district. Midou could only let out a sigh of displeasure because if this was it there wouldn't be much money to be made at this event.

Tickles:
Dagen looked around the area when he stepped out of the car. The factory was a big place, and he wondered why a bunch of fighters would gather here, out of all places. Probably because it was in a secluded area. There were a ton of fighters all around, some looked tough, others seemed kind of nervous. A good amount were glaring at Ash though, but Dagen figured that was normal. "Ok, I think I'm good to go. Hey Ash, do you think you can give me the rundown on the regulars?"

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash ignored the glares he received, turning to Dagen with a grin. "Sure. Lets see... There's Nexalas." His gaze wandered to the pink-haired teenager hiding in the shadows, then back to Dagen. "Resident computer genius. He and his astral, a warrior that can forge weapons from crystals, had quite a win streak going. I ended it though." His grin got wider and he had to fight the urge to laugh at the thought.

Next, his eyes found a tall, muscular man with his arms crossed, standing at the front of the crowd. There was a few feet between him and the nearest person. "That giant over there is Salvador, no one really knows much about him. He and his astral, a scuba diver with different elemental blasts and a large drill, are a big threat."Ash himself had never battled the giant, though he knew the fight would be a close one. He was more scared that if he beat the huge man in battle, he'd kick his ass in real life.

Ash gazed around, looking for anymore people he recognized. He found Efialtes, hair plastered to his head by sweat, standing beside a girl near his age, who looked similarly exhausted. "That over there's Efialtes. Kids a gambler." Ash paused to laugh at his joke, before explaining. "His astral is weird. He uses a set of dice, the roll depends on his weapon. He could throw a marshmallow at you, or pull out a minigun that shoots fire. Seriously, he's done both to me." With one last glance, he swept through the crowd. "Umm... that's all the regular's off the top of my head, lotta new people here."

Misty thumped him on the back of the head, 'causing him to growl at her. "You forgot to introduce us, idiot." She smiled slightly at Dagen, then said, "I'm Misty, though you know that. My astral's Sub-Merged, and I don't have to explain anything since you've already fought me. Rudolph, over here, though, you haven't. He's a gang leader, and Nexalas and Efialtes are part of that gang, as am I. His astral's an elf-like warrior, and believe it or not, he fights using strategy. He's a genius in battle, but out..."

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