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Knick:
Phoenix

Phoenix chirped as the golden friend grabbed the clay friend in a hug and started whirling him around, A few locks of green hair in its mouth

You see, the clay friend was pulled into the grasp of the golden king Phoenix was tightly nibbling on the clay friend’s hair. And so, the obvious result was the loss of those locks that Phoenix was chewing on.

But that did not matter; the clay friend did not seem to notice. And on top of that both friends were happy; it is nice to see friends being happy. Nothing could make Phoenix more overjoyed

Seeing the clay friends prompting Phoenix glided over to him and hopped onto his shoulder, making sure to change to a proper size for such a position.

Phoenix then continued to nibble at his hair. It tasted weird.

Alice:
RevyaIn the concrete jungle, snowflakes danced in the air like ballerinas spinning around the stage. It gave the barren, lifeless city a feeling of life that it somehow lacked in the more springy days, compensating for the lack of greenery that plagued most of the large, sprawling metropolis. Of course, the beauty is easily lost on some people. Especially when attire is improper for the weather.

"Damn it! Kid, if you had any balls, I swear to freaking god that we'd be freezin' 'em right off!"

The disembodied voice echoed through the empty alleyway, near a young woman rubbing her arms for warmth. She didn't say anything to the voice, just continued to try to give herself some heat. She hesitated.

The sound of growling. The smell of musk and wet dog. They weren't alone.

There was a pause. The young woman reached for the great sword sheathed on her back as the voice spoke again. If he could be seen, you could swear he was... grinning.

"Heh. Looks like we got company Kid. You don't have any objections to skinning these fleabags, do ya? That oughta warm us right up."

The girl's eyes darted to the werewolves surrounding her. It was obvious right away from the hungry looks in their eyes that the only negotiations she could make with them was with her blade.

With a flash of onyx, her sword was unsheathed, and not hesitating for a moment, she hurtled herself towards the first wolf with inhuman speed. Seconds later, she landed, already redirecting herself towards the next opponent, the gargantuan lupine laying limp behind her in two pieces. She lunged at the next as it lept towards her, arcing her blade towards the snowy sky, leaving another werewolf split in twain.

One of the remaining two hesitated pensively, the other managing to take the girl by surprise and landing on top of her. The beast's jaws went for her head, but was stopped by a resounding thunk as the hilt of her blade cracked into the monster's jaw before her blade plunged into its chest.

She made her way out from underneath, the other werewolf already fleeing while its injured companion hesitated for a moment before following suit.

The tip of the blade pierced the concrete, blood painting the ground with a gentle plip, plip, plip, as the werewolf slayer took deep breaths. The disembodied voice spoke again.

"Hah! Yeah, that's right, run like the little assniffers you are, you worthless shitwastes! Enjoy livin' while ya can, you're gonna be just like you good buddies over here, ain't that right Kid?"

The girl sighed, the closest to talking she had come to the entire time, and shook her head.

"What?! Whaddaya mean you need to-"

With an embarrassed look on her face, the "Kid" looked down for a moment.

"Oh, yeah, right. We need food. Hey, we got wolf meat right over here! Not hotpods by a long shot, but it'll do in a pinch."

The Kid shook her head again.

"Don't wanna eat it raw huh? Eh, guess I can't blame ya. Come on, you can't at least chase down the other two just to get some blood pumping? Huh? Come on, it's been for freakin' ever since we've done some proper killing! Especially with that whole morality thing you feel like you're obligated towards for whatever stupid reason. Let's track 'em down already!"

The whole partially silent conversation was occurring in ignorance to whoever else might be around. If there was another presence there since the wolf fight, they didn't notice just yet.

Knick:

--- Quote from: Alice on July 30, 2014, 12:52:48 AM ---Revya
--- End quote ---

Shiro

Shiro walked through the city at ease, munching on a Jamaican meat bun which he pulled out of the bag he was carrying. It was a long time since he had just gone on a walk and relaxed like this.

Deciding to take a shortcut he turned down an alleyway. That is until he smelt blood. Slowly he began to walk down the alleyway, making sure to be ready to throw his black keys if necessary. He finally arrived on the scene of the smell.

The sight he saw surprised him, a Girl, dressed in incredibly light and revealing clothing was standing in the alleyway shivering. Blood splattered all over her, most likely from the corpses of the werewolves all around her.

He glanced at the sword but internally smacked himself. You do not turn a blind eye to those that require help. So he walked up to her. He was sure not make any aggressive movements, carefully holding his bag of meat buns in against his right hand and against his chest.

Then he asked in a sincere concerned voice, “Hey, are you ok?”

Dallas:
10:00AM Day 2

"Fucking hell..."

The confusion as to what the hell just happened a few hours ago had quickly become mere irritation for Revy. After they confirmed all hostiles were no where to be seen, they took to approaching the rather conveniently place pier a couple miles away. Where the pier, or more accurately, this whole mass of land came from was anyone's guess. Other questions like "why is it snowing?", "why is it daytime?", "where the fuck did Cuba go?" were all topics of interest she failed to get answers out of Rock who appeared to be just as dumbfounded as she currently was. Nevertheless, she was stressed as fuck and had no jeans to put on. She was lucky enough to find the jacket from when she went to Japan with Balalaika she left in the utility closet, but was cold nonetheless.

She made up her mind to go get something warmer for her legs. Taking the Lagoon down the river that cut through the center of the city, she stopped off at the giant Golden Tower in the city that appeared to be attached to a large shopping center. One look at it send a shiver down her already chilled spine. "Christ, this shits gonna be pricier than the Forum Shops at Ceasear's Palace, ain't it?". She walked inside to find a map to a clothing store. It was packed with all sorts of weirdos, some of them she was second guessing as to whether or not they were human. But that couldn't be possible... right? In any case, she was armed with her cutlasses under her jacket, so she wasn't walking into certain death or anything.

The shop appeared very fancy; as though it were owned by a king. She didn't fit into this crowd by any means, especially with her current bizarre attire of a jacket and short shorts. The looks were beginning to piss her off, but she wasn't looking for a fight. She was looking for a cheap pair of jeans... if they existed here.

--

It only took her 15 minutes to realize what was around her was well out of her price range. This wasn't exactly a thrift store, and she wasn't lining up to be the next contestant on America's Top fucking Model. "Hey you." She called out to a man walking down the hall of the mega shop. "May I help you. ma'am?"
"Yeah yeah cut the ma'am shit. Wheres a cheap joint to get a pair of jeans around this city? I swear to Christ, any place here would bleed me dry." He was mildly taken aback by her foul language, though not like she cared. "Well? Spit it out, pal, do you know a place or not?"
"I, uh, seem to recall a little area around the police station. That could be down your alley I suppose."
"Thanks for the tip." She made no effort to stick around here. Finding a free map, she plotted the quickest bus route down there.

Alice:
Revya
The girl nearly jumped, reflexively drawing her sword and preparing to fight again, but it didn't take her long at all for her to register the stranger as no threat. As she sheathed her blade, the disembodied voice spoke yet again.

"No freakin' shit we're okay. We could rip a whole army of those meat bags to shreds, ain't that right Kid?"

The girl just looked exasperated, not matching the tone of the voice at all.

"Oh yeah, right. Hey, asshat, you got any food lying around? We're starving!"

Revya sighed, an apologetic look in her eyes as she clearly didn't agree with her invisible companion's tone, but her general expression conveyed interest in the answer to his question.

Hakuno and Archer
Hakuno found herself reeling as they approached the basement. It smelled... wrong, like a horrible infection... or death. She managed to brace herself, but not without having to use Archer as means of support. The Servant was willing enough to cooperate- He had been in the military, he'd seen the effects of seeing wounds like this on newer recruits.

Archer took the initiative to speak up, since Hakuno was still overpowered from the odor.

"Pretty noisy down here. Hard not to notice even when you can hear it three floors up. What happened?"

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