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『 Kogane-cho: Park 』xxxxxxx『 Lucy 』xxxxxxx『 Content, amused 』

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To be perfectly clear, Echo didn’t know the other side of the story and thus didn’t know the girl was just some poor thing subjected to Prince’s humiliation conga and not someone who deserved getting paint on. She was just sitting there on her bench, joint between her lips as she played a game on her cellphone (Damn you, Blinky! Pac-Man shall have your soul soon!), when she heard the commotion somewhere in the park. The park was pretty big, so any loud noise sort of echoed (Heh.) through the area. It took a moment, a long one since there was weed that had her immediate attention, to recognize the voices and what exactly was going on. From where she was sitting she couldn’t see the action going down, per se, but she certainly heard all of it. The raven-haired woman clicked her phone shut and shoved it back into her bra, holding the joint in the hand that wasn’t busy carding through her tresses. Some girl getting what was coming to her by…oh great. Was that Prince she heard? She puffed out a small stream of smoke as she listened closely. Someone calling to Minari to do something to someone? Yup, definitely Prince. From the sounds of it (and boy, were they loud. She was a little surprised the truant officer hadn’t stopped by the park yet.), there were other students from Tokyo-U with Prince and Minari. Echo took a long hit from her joint, thinking for a second before exhaling softly. She wished they’d at least pipe down a little. If not for her joint, then at least for the fact that an officer passing by might hear them and for god’s sake if Prince was dumb enough to let himself get caught while doing ‘gang business’ then she’d be forced to talk to him about it. As ‘fun’ as that sounded, she rather wouldn’t have to scold him about how to be more subtle when breaking the rules.

Prince…had a mean streak in him, yes. Snobby, arrogant, pompous. However, Echo thought the younger male had some redeeming qualities in him. He knew how to keep things ‘clean and classy’ with his boyfriend, and didn’t give up when he had a goal in mind. Plus, like everyone else in the world, Prince had feelings and problems of his own. After talking to him and being in his company (which in itself is very uncommon, since he REALLY disliked women with a furious passion unless they’re…like, a lesbian or something. She’d have ask him about that sometime…), he sort of grew on her His Nana (bless that awesome old woman who could make ‘special eggs’) spent time with her as well, and vouched for him plenty of times. Sure, the woman was a blood relative of Prince’s, but she wouldn’t lie to Echo about Prince. Nana-san was an honest and down-to-earth woman, someone she trusted. If she approved of Prince and said he was just a little ‘misunderstood’, then Echo would have to take her word for it because really? Who wasn’t keeping some skeletons in their closet? Grey eyes slid closed as she yawned and took a drag from her joint. Prince still annoyed her sometimes, but hey. He was still young, and thus still prone to being a brat. Maybe in time he’d grow out of it, but for now…she had to put up with him and whatever the hell it was he was doing in the park. Ah, it wasn’t any of her business anyway, if it was Gossip Royalty-related things. So long as the 5050 didn’t come around to bust thing up; them, she could do without. They always spelled trouble for TS, as well as other gangs, and she’d be damned if she got caught just because some people couldn’t keep their voices and paint ball guns down.

Echo sighed and shrugged. Whatever. The other gangs could tear each other to shreds. As long as TS stayed out of the crossfire, Echo didn’t see the need to care too much. She pouted when she noticed her joint had been all smoked up. Damn. Oh well. She could take a smoking break (without the smoking) for…a minute or two at least. She leaned back in the bench and stared up at the sky, mind already drowning out the background noise that was the potential beginnings of a gang war. Her thoughts wandered back to her cellphone, causing her to ‘oh!’ albeit softly. Pac-Man, Blinky and their Eternal Rivalry would have to wait. She still needed to check out her gang’s server in case Caesar posted anything new in the past few days, or if there was anything in her email worth checking out. She had Internet Access on her cellphone, and although she didn’t have a proper keypad she didn’t mind. Echo didn’t really feel like updating her old phone, or rather she thought her money could be used elsewhere. She looked through her email (distantly, the noise seemed to fade in and out…) with an indifferent expression. Blue eyes scanned the numerous emails and various crap. Junk, junk…at least the newsletters from DJ K were a good read. Still no big leads on those suicide pacts, and the mysterious Headless Rider remained…er, mysterious. Echo wasn’t superstitious, and until the information was of any good use to her (like the fact that this rider was attracting so much police) she didn’t really care about some legend.

Casually digging into her messenger bag, the raven-haired woman pulled a tin out and popped it open. With a smile, she pinched a corner of a ‘brownie’ (whoever said drugs and sweets couldn’t mix obviously never dealt with some weed) and popped it into her mouth. Mmm. Delicious, and very relaxing. Echo chewed thoughtfully, fingers of one hand still typing in the web address to DJ K’s site so she could access Trippy Shrooms’s server. Maybe she’d go over to Shibuya-cho and check out some of the cute shops until the students of Tokyo-U let out. They were among some of her best (if not more annoying) customers, but it sucked that they still had school to deal with. How lame. She went on deleting old newsletters and junk mail, taking small bites from her brownie with a bored expression. Another few minutes brought her to the password page of her gang’s server. Flipping her brownie tin closed and shoving it back into her messenger bag, Echo keyed in the password and huffed when she saw no recent updates or activity. Huh. Where was her gang anyway? Alright, so she didn’t have the best memory in the world, but she at least liked to keep tabs on them. Signed out of the server, Echo quickly opened up a new text and began to type a message. As second-in-command, and long-time member of the gang, she naturally had everyone's number and thus could send texts to whole categorized groups in her cellphone.



Mass Message to: Trippy Shrooms Members
From: Echo
Not to sound nosy, but what’s everyone up to? I can’t remember if we had a gang meeting today, but if we did…my bad.



Flipping the cellphone closed, Echo dug into her bag and pulled out another joint. She was far from finishing off her own stash for the day, and according to her cellphone it’d been a whole 13 minutes since her last joint. The horror! She dug into her bra for her lighter and within seconds was puffing away on her lovely Mary Jane. A lazy, content smile made its way onto her face as she took a long drag from the joint, savoring the sweet yet earthy flavor. Echo almost didn’t hear Lucy sit down next to her or greet her, but after taking another hit from her joint and exhaling slowly, she smiled over at the other woman. Though, the grey-eyed druggie didn’t know how she could’ve missed her friend, with how much pink she was wearing. “Mornin’ Lucy.” She relaxed against the bench they were occupying and exhaled more of her sweet smoke. Lucy was very free-spirited and sweet, and made Echo feel like she just ingested a load of candy being around her. Not exactly a bad thing, since most of the time Echo herself was just quiet and observant. She was nice to have for some company. Lucy was older than her, but at least 5 or so inches shorter than Echo and thus could be passed off as ‘younger than 18’. It was nice, since that meant Lucy could sneak into Tokyo-U with ease, as opposed to Echo who was distracting with her...curviness. She chuckled softly at Lucy's rendition of her morning activities and stretched an arm over her head lazily. “Ew, a roach? Good thing you killed it before it found a mate to reproduce with,” She said, arm resting on the back of the bench. Echo was still wearing her skates, so she had to keep her legs and feet still or else she’d twist something. Oh how uncool. “I think the worst infestation I ever had was from ants in my bathroom. Took me a week to get rid of them…”

Echo took another drag from her joint, then offered it to Lucy with a lazy smile. “Hmm? My morning’s been uneventful. Been listenin' to whatever the hell Gossip Royalty’s been doing on the other side of the park for the past few minutes.” Echo sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair. At least it sounded quiet in the park now. “If the truant officers arrive, I’m outta here. Though…I was planning to go over to Shibuya, if we didn’t have a gang meeting today after all. I hear the bakery came out with some new cakes and I’ve been dying to try them.” Half-lidded eyes looked over at Lucy. Echo looked and felt rather lazy today, with how she was sitting in her half of the bench. "You wanna join me? Maybe we'll bump into Dmi-babe or Michico on the way." Plus, maybe she'd actually get some business in on the way there. As much as she wished, she couldn't just sit around and smoke all day. There were wares to be sold.

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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ Home --- Hospital
xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ Meili --- Meili, Dante


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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ Worried
xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ 'Oh god...I hope he'll be okay.'

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The winds banged harshly above, making Gwen worry terribly about what the state of her home would be. Money wasn’t a problem, but the carpenters would probably be busy repairing any damages made during the storm. The brunette shivered in her wet, drippy clothes. Hopefully, none of her sketchbooks upstairs would be ruined. She didn’t know what would happen if any of them got wet because a window broke or something. Another ‘BOOM’ and ‘CRASH’ vibrated through the air, causing her to flinch and yelp. Gwen looked over at the pile of clothes she had grabbed, and hoped she got enough for both her and Meili. “Mind as well change out of these clothes before we catch a cold,” Gwen muttered as she pulled a beige plunging v-neck tank top and a pair of dark grey bow shorts. Meili was the guest, so the pink long-sleeved blouse, her butterfly-print Pilates pants, and (the only) pair of underwear (she had time to grab) would go to her. They weren’t much, but they sure were a heck of a lot comfier and warmer than what Gwen was wearing. She turned her back to her friend as she unbuttoned her blouse (modest, even if they were both female) and let it plop to the ground. She’d wash both of their clothes later, when the storm passed over…if her washing machine was still there. Gwen sighed and shook her head. No no, it wouldn’t bring them any good if she thought negatively. As an after thought, she unhooked her bra and dropped it on top of her blouse before pulling the tank top over her head. Her upper body wasn’t wet anymore, but it sure was cold. Skirt and underwear quickly followed, as Gwen wasted no time putting on the dry pair of shorts. ‘Better not chafe…’ She thought, picking up the drippy pile of clothes and folded them so they wouldn’t just sit messily in a pile in the corner of the basement.

The brunette had no brush on-hand, so her hair would just have to stay pushed back and down for the time being. Gwen picked up one of the fluffy towels and moved to dry her hair off. She bit her lip as the sound of thunder rolled over their heads. “I really hope this storm blows over soon…” She grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it around her shoulders as she sat down and leaned against one of the walls. The wind sounded harsh upstairs and she really hoped all the windows and doors were firmly shut. Especially the window in the living/sitting room. The swords on her mantle could topple over and impale the furniture if the window wasn’t properly secure. Gwen sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders. There wasn’t much more they could do, now that they were down in the basement. Gwen wasn’t particularly hungry, but they had plenty of canned food (she hadn’t checked the labels as to what exactly they were, but at least they weren’t expired). She yawned and rested her head back against the wall. Her and Mei spent the next few hours talking, playing games (‘I Spy’ was a favorite, given the room they were in), listening to Gwen explain the mechanics of fencing, and generally laying down on the clean area of the basement. She even demonstrated some fencing techniques to Meili (from a distance, of course) as the day went on.

A few hours later, as both women took turns from the canned fruit they opened, Gwen heard a loud ‘BAAAAM’ followed by a just-as-loud ‘THUDKERPLUNK’ and ‘PLOP’ upstairs. Both of them jumped a little and looked at each other, as if asking ‘What…was that?’. Gwen gave Meili the can of fruit and it wasn’t until she stood up and walked near the stairs that she realized the winds had died down. A glance at the clock told her it was well into the evening already, so maybe the storm hadn’t died down as of yet. Oh god…what if it was some thief, taking advantage of the storm by breaking into her home? The brunette frowned. That certainly wouldn’t do. She grabbed one of the practice swords from the stand against the wall and secured the blanket around her shoulders. “Wait here. If I scream…well, grab the can opener and come up as quickly as you can,” She told Meili as she steeled herself and went up the stairs, opening the door at the top. A shiver ran down her spine, both from the cold atmosphere (still wearing that tank top and those shorts, after all) and the bad feeling she was getting. If it really was a thief, then she’d need one of her real swords to fend herself with and those were on the mantle. Slowly and quietly, Gwen crept out of the doorway and into the hall leading into the living room. In a loud, clear tone, she called out, “Hello…? Is anybody—oh my god!” Green eyes widened at the sight before her.

It was Dante, from the hot springs, half kneeling half lying against the linen closet door. It took her mind a moment to register that he was bleeding and tracking blood from the (now-broken) window in the living room to the hallway. A few thoughts ran through her mind as she stepped towards him, as if in disbelief that someone managed to get into her house. How did the window break? Was he this hurt before he got into her house? …How was she supposed to get blood out of her hardwood floor? Gwen found herself by his side, hands shaking as she gently rolled him onto his back. She winced at the cuts and scrapes littering his body, some larger than others. She could see the blood seeping through his clothes, making her grimace in worry. “D-Dante…? Are you…can you speak to me? Dante!” A concerned frown made its way onto her face as she felt his face and his pulse when he didn't immediately answer. He felt cold, but he was still breathing. If he didn’t get medical help soon, he wouldn’t make it through the night. There was a slim chance that even with her best friend’s help they’d safely get Dante all the way to the hospital. So, they’d have to bring him to the hospital first thing in the morning. “Mei! Meili, get up here! I need help!” She heard the footsteps pounding against the stairs in the basement, but her focus was on the man lying before her. He couldn’t die, not on her watch and definitely not in her house. She'd never forgive herself and even if they weren't close, she'd be a complete monster to just leave him here to bleed to death. The least they could was try to stop said bleeding, and maybe get him downstairs so he’d be safer.

Gwen was thankful that tomorrow was Sunday, her day off from work. She could focus on making sure not only Dante was safe, but also the rest of her house didn’t suffer water damage. With extreme care, Meili and her carried Dante downstairs into the basement to clean up as much of his wounds as they could. It was a good thing Gwen had grabbed plenty of towels, since they needed almost half of them to stop the bleeding. They managed to slow it down, but by the time they took out all the shard of glass from him (tweezers were a god-send) they were both very exhausted. Meili suggested they take turns watching over Dante overnight and Gwen agreed. Though neither of them got too much sleep during the night during the storm, at least Dante would be looked after until morning came.



~ THE NEXT DAY ~



Morning came too slowly; it was by pure dumb luck that Dante was still alive when Gwen and Meili checked him. Outside, the wind seemed to have died down completely. The storm had ended and it was safe to venture out. While Meili checked Dante’s vitals (thank god for the instruction manual in the first aid kit), Gwen left the basement briefly to survey how much damage had been done to her house, mainly her living room. ‘Oh man…’ She thought with a wince as she looked at her half-ruined living room. “My house…” The entire living room was soaked in water, thanks to the broken window. Her furniture was completely ruined and any knickknacks that hadn’t been broken from the wind were probably ruined as well. She frowned as she carefully stepped around the overturned furniture and glass to inspect the damage. There’d need to be some repairs to the floor and definitely the window. That, plus the costs of replacing the furniture would cost something very hefty. Not to mention she’d be responsible for paying Dante’s medical bill once Meili and—

Oh. Oh right! The house could wait! (Though a quick glance at her mantle reassured her about her small concern over the swords. They were completely unharmed, somehow.)

Gwen dashed out of her living room and was halfway down the stairs when she saw Meili, supporting one of Dante’s sides and gesturing for Gwen to take his other side. The other woman gave her an apologetic ‘I couldn’t wait anymore, so let’s get going!’ which Gwen nodded in reply to her. (Telepathy? The brunette wasn’t sure. For all she knew, Meili was trying to tell her she had to go to the bathroom and pee.) Gingerly, Gwen wrapped her right arm around Dante’s waist (since Meili took his right side) and secured his left arm around her shoulders. The girls counted to three before lifting him slightly (a little hard since Dante towered over Meili by a whole foot or so) and making their way up the stairs. The only pair of shoes they had time to find were the ones they left by the door, but neither of them cared about how uncomfortable the shoes felt. They did have to juggle Dante around when Gwen had to lock the front door, which would’ve been funny if the man’s life wasn’t in their hands. Luckily, Mr. and Mrs. Daphne (Gwen’s neighbors, remember?) told Gwen not to worry about her house while she was gone, specifically the window and people breaking into it. Their house hadn’t sustained any damage, so they were happy to house sit and clean things up while Gwen helped Dante. The brunette was very grateful; it was one less thing to worry about when she got to the hospital.

Meili and Gwen hurried as fast as they could, avoiding debris and making sure they didn’t jostle the still-unconscious Dante around. They didn’t have a lot of time to talk during their little journey to the hospital, but lucky for them the building wasn’t too far Gwen’s house. It was only ten or so minutes when the women came through the hospital doors, scaring the hell out of the receptionist behind the desk. It probably did look bad, two women carrying a taller, beaten-up man in the morning after the storm. After telling the receptionist what happened (or the gist of it), the receptionist called down the nurses for a stretcher. Quickly, a few nurses and doctors came in with the device and helped Gwen and Meili set Dante down carefully. The sight of seeing the nurses cart Dante away made the Secretary feel rather queasy, so she took an empty seat. The doctors also offered to check up on Gwen and Meili individually, in case they were hurt anywhere. Gwen wasn’t really worried about herself or Mei. Neither of them sustained any wounds, and they’d changed out of their wet clothes so they wouldn’t get sick. The brunette only wanted to make sure Dante was safe—or rather, he was still alive. The next few hours seemed to mold together. Gwen didn’t really want to leave the hospital until she told about Dante’s condition. All offers of going to eat something were ignored in favor of just reading magazines and making small talk. Lunch passed, and no word about Dante. Gwen was tired and a little hungry by the time 5 PM came around. She hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, and the decision of skipping out on breakfast was finally taking its toll on her. However, she was very adamant about staying at the hospital. Even if the receptionist was practically begging her to go eat something.


█ O.O.C █ HOLY CRAP. I am so sorry for keeping you. If anyone's confused: Gwen and Meili found Dante's body in the evening during the storm, looked after him overnight then took him to the hospital. I took some liberties (doctors coming in to help Dante, etc.) since the time skip left a large gap between times. So yeah...sorry if anyone's confused and I hope Twiinkle doesn't mind me controlling Meili in my post. x_x If you want me to change anything, just tell me!

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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ Hospital Lobby
xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ Mei and Dante


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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ Tired; Worried, slightly relieved
xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ 'He's a little pale, but he'll live. Thank goodness...

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Gwen combed lightly through her brown hair with as she tried to smile and listen to what the old woman next to her (who was waiting for her grandson to be finished with getting a shot—poor guy) was saying. Something about some about the livestock and how the economies in other countries were doing, Gwen wasn’t listening but she didn’t mind the chatter at this point. She was tired (from sitting in the waiting room all day), hungry (skipping three important meals did that to a person, especially as one as energy-centered as the Secretary), and worried. Partially, she was worried about Dante’s condition, especially after Dr. Miyazaki chewed her and Mei out in the morning. The old woman who was chatting her ear off paused to give her a reassuring smile (it wasn’t, not really, but it was thoughtful of her company). Gwen didn’t have the energy to return said smile; she was still dressed like she was going out to the beach, not for the aftermath of a storm. A brush, given to her by the receptionist, was used to tame her hair so at least she wouldn’t look like she just rolled out of the wrong side of the bed. It still felt heavy and wet, however. She wasn’t cold, per say, but she wasn’t exactly ‘dressed for success’. Gwen shook her head lightly and cradled her head in her hands. She hoped Dante was fine. Breathing, hopefully. He wouldn’t have any troubles with his air passageways, since nothing had punctured his lungs (from what Gwen and Mei had seen) or had been lodged in his esophagus. She felt the comforting pat on the back come from the old woman who then bid her a goodbye since her grandson had returned from his check-up. She faintly nodded. Dante had to be fine. No broken bones, no limbs sticking out under the skin (very squick-like to think about, actually). A few hiccups but he had to be fine, yeah? Gwen kept repeating to herself that it could’ve been a lot worse than it was right now.

Another worrisome thought was the state of her house. Her neighbors were gracious enough to look after it while she was waiting in the hospital’s lobby, but where would she find the time to find someone to repair it? What about Mei’s house? A grim frown settled onto her face as she thought of all the possible ways the storm could’ve affected Mei’s home. Her friend did live near the forest. What if a tree fell near the house? Or worse? She sighed and bit her lip. The paperwork on all the property damage she’d have to sort through…she really didn’t want to think about. Gwen didn’t have the time to check out how the rest of the city faired (carrying a bleeding man from your home to the hospital needed focus), but the debris hadn’t looked too bad. She’d find out tomorrow, when she got back to work. On thinking about work, her mind pondered on how her coworkers were doing at the moment. Were the interns alright? The receptionist? The policemen? (Crap, she never did give Elias his birthday present yesterday…) Gwen sighed. She hoped the Mayor was doingfine, though, wherever he was. She didn’t let her thoughts linger too long on him; the brunette had to focus on conserving her energy. As soon as she got word of Dante’s status, she’d head home, cover up the broken window (maybe she’d barricade it, just in case, until whoever came in to repair it showed up), shower and go to bed. She was much too tired to deal with anything else, though if Mei did have the unfortunate luck to have something happen to her house Gwen would offer up her own home. It was the least she could do, right? Right.

A voice cut through her thoughts, causing her to look up and blink in a startled manner. Gwen looked at Dante as he approached her and Mei (who looked as weary as Gwen did) and waved off their concern. “Dante…we’re so glad you’re alright.” She managed a small smile; if she had any energy left, she’d muster up something friendlier. She did, however, sit up a little straighter and waved her hand at his mention of owing them. “Don’t worry about paying us back. Just rest and build your strength back up. That’s all we ask of you.” Since he looked a bit pale-in-the-face (or had he always been pale?), probably like how the rest of them looked. Only none of them just suffered from blood loss. He still didn’t look healthy enough to be walking around and having conversations with them. She hoped that if the doctors (mainly Dr. Miyazaki) let him leave tonight, he got home in one piece. The air still felt slightly tense, as if they were waiting for Dante to collapse from exerting himself. Oh goodness. He better not, if he had the energy to get out of his hospital bed and come into the lobby. Gwen blinked in silence as she was hugged by the dark-haired man, opting to just let him hug her until he released her in favor of giving Mei the same treatment. She nodded at Dante’s words, slowly rising from her seat in her chair. “We understand that the hospital, as well as Dr. Miyazaki, has been very busy today,” she said, turning to face Dante. “If it’s not any trouble, and if the doctors deem you healthy enough to leave the hospital, would you like some company walking home? Neither Mei nor I would like to see you faint or collapse while traveling back to your house.” She didn’t mean anything bad by offering; Gwen didn’t know where Dante lived (and she ought to, if she had to deal with mortgage and the like in the entire valley), but she was sure it hadn’t been close enough to take shelter to if he had to come into her house. …Maybe.


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"Ｉ wｉsｈ ｔhｅ ｓtoｒｙ ｏf my lifｅ tｏ nｏｔ bｅ wｒiｔten in ｔhe sａndｓ ｏf ｔimｅ, ｔo be cｏvｅｒｅd and fｏｒgｏｔｔｅn."

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→ Cynical: I…am first and foremost a prince, please understand that. I am of noble blood and next in line for the throne. If anything were to happen to me or Mother, it would affect the kingdom greatly. I don't trust many people outside my immediate family because I never know the truth behind someone's motives. What benefit do you get from associating yourself with someone like me? What are your intentions, for that matter? Everyone wants something from everybody, especially if you're of noble blood. Yes, this is pessimistic of me, but it has kept me safe. I question the sincerity behind a person's actions and I believe if I let my guard down for even a second, if I don't stop second-guessing...I'd be dead.
→ Catty: I know I'm royalty and am supposed to be mild-mannered (I am, thank you very much), but I do admit that I can be a bit... temperamental on certain subjects or towards other people. I know how to mind myself around others, but I won't hesitate in defending myself if I'm insulted by someone else.
→ Book-Smart: It's hard sometimes, to get good reading material when you're incognito. Especially when you want to read writings from different countries. With connections, however, I've managed to acquire a healthy love for books and reading. I'm always seen with someone sort of book on me. If I haven't been taught it by my Mother or someone else, I've probably read about it in a book of some sort.
→ Curious: I'm always asking questions, be it out-loud or in my thoughts. I always yearn to learn new things every day of my life. I want to know more about the people in the kingdom, maybe even people outside the kingdom (Wered aside, because Verbrith has known them for many years). I'm rather open-minded to new ideas and like I mentioned before...I question everything about a person.
→ Culturally-Awkward: When I say I've lived in Verbrith my entire life, I really do mean it. I've never once left the country for any reason...well, other than to visit Wered. I've never been to any of the other countries before so I admit that I'd feel very lost in a country that I'm not familiar with. There's only so much that a book can tell you; it's nothing compared to experiencing the real thing.

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All the time I feel I must justify my existence.


The beginning is always a good place to start a story, yes? Let’s begin with a name. My name. It’s Basden Sythril Telpur the 4th and yes, I expect you to remember it as ridiculously long as it may be. I’m the Prince of Verbrith, the only son of Queen _____ and late King Basden Rhysling Telpur the 3rd (may he forever rest in peace)…the prince of the swamplands. Elegant, no? I for one love the kingdom. It has character, like myself, and I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else in Dionen. I’ve lived in Verbrith my entire life; hell, people even joke that Mother birthed me in the swamp (She didn’t, of course. She had a midwife and the location was dry.) My childhood was quiet (I’m kidding. It’s never quiet when your kingdom is marshy.) and I didn’t have a lot to worry about, in terms of needs. I was given without question, answered without objection (most of the time), and rather spoiled before Mother and I went into hiding. My father, the King, died before I was born, but Mother honored his memory by naming me after him. She used to talk about him with me when I was younger, but stopped after I turned thirteen. I suppose she thought I was too old to hear about a man long dead.

I digress, however. A dead king doesn’t dictate my life. (My ancestors, however…)

…Right, my childhood. What more can I say about it, other than what I’ve mentioned previously? I did have my share of playmates as a child, though whether they were sincere in enjoying my company or not is up to debate. I’ve never, to this day, ventured outside the borders of this country; Verbrith has always been cut off from the other five kingdoms (save for Wered, our neighbor and ally) and my Mother didn’t think I had any business going anywhere else. Suffice to say, I had a very sheltered childhood. I learned everything from either my Mother, the tutors that taught me, or the books that I read. I always thought I’d go out and see the world at least once, before I take my place on the throne. However, ever since Mother and I went into hiding (I believe I was…ten or eleven. I was still young.), that achievement has been left in the recesses of my mind. Mother was worried about the rumors of Charridas rising in power, and felt that she and I couldn’t stay in the capitol city (‘city’ is used loosely; Verbrith is a swampland, remember?) I had to focus on traveling and worrying about what would happen if the kingdom ever got involved with the…foolishness of the other countries that wish to make war (Yes, I call it foolish to start pointless fights. I have other names for all this nonsense, but I do have class and thus refrain…). Mother and I only took with us the most loyal servants when we receded to the farther parts of the kingdom. A swamp is still a swamp, a mountain still a mountain. I had never felt so cut-off from the people of Verbrith until Mother announced the royal family’s leave.

I wish I could place the blame on someone, anyone. I never asked to go into hiding, but then again…when does anyone ever ask the prince for his opinion on political matters?

It was around the same time my mother stopped talking about my father that I discovered my talent in the dark arts. It had to be hereditary, my quick-to-liking of dark magic; I don't know if I would be drawn to it the way I am now if I were born someone else. Verbrith is known for practicing the dark arts, so it's possible I could have inherited the ability to control the shadows from one of my parents. I know the kingdom doesn’t get involved with the other countries outside of trading goods, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. One must remember not to dive head first into something as dangerous as the dark arts. I’ve heard plenty of old wives’ tales about people being corrupted and falling into insanity because they didn’t know what they were getting into. All throughout my training, I’ve had to remind myself this; it’s a good thing I like to second-guess my decisions or I probably would’ve messed up. Learning the dark arts took dedication and unrelenting focus on my part; mastering it will be a different story. Keeping the training to a minimum around my mother will prove to be quite...interesting once I learn more advanced incantations.

Mother and I are still in-hiding with only those closest to us to keep us company. I continue my training, wondering when it will be safe for her and I to return to the public. I don't show it often (my head is constantly filled with ideas and questions), but I do worry for the safety of the people living in Verbrith. I share the views of Mother, who doesn't wish to get the kingdom involved with the other countries, but still...I must prepare for the worst, should it arise.

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✔ The Swamp: Okay, so the swamp smells funny when it gets too humid or when the wind blows a certain direction. However, Verbrith is a beautiful place filled with organisms so small that we don't even pay attention to them the majority of the time. It's my favorite thing to study, as a matter of fact.
✔ Dark Arts: I see my mastery of dark magic as a...precaution, in case anything ever happens to the kingdom. I must always remind myself during my studies that 'darkness' doesn't necessarily equal 'evil'. It's what I chose to do with it that matters the most.
✔ Books: I do love a good book, especially the ones pertaining to history and nature.
✔ Chocolate: It's delicious and sweet. What's not to love about it?
✔ Fireflies: They're a real sight to see, especially in the marshes late at night. There's something so...gentle about them that I can't help but love.
✔ Practical Clothing: The keyword there is 'practical'. Come now. I live in a swampy, mountainous region. Yes it's cool most of the time, but I like to go out to the swamp myself and it gets very humid there. I need clothing that suits the environment, not silks that will be ruined the moment I step out. (Silks and other high-quality fabric should be reserved for, say, a bedroom...)

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✖ Mornings: My. hair. doesn't. like. mornings. And neither do I. The end.
✖ Silence: A swampland is always bustling with movement and noise. I actually can't sleep without some background 'music' provided by the surrounding environment. If it's too quiet...something is definitely wrong.
✖ Light Magic: Perhaps it's because I dabble in the dark arts? Who knows. What I do know that the path of light...is not for me.
✖ Being Mistaken for a Girl: ...I am male. Man. Prince, NOT Princess, of Verbrith. Pardon my vulgarity, but I do have 'equipment down there' and I certainly won't hesitate in unleashing my anger on anyone who says otherwise. However, I can't deny that I don't get certain amount of amusement from seeing people's reaction in telling them I'm 'completely male'.
✖ Cold/Snow/Ice: I've lived in the swamp my entire life, so it's never been below freezing before because of the climate. With that said, I do have some respect for those who live in the north (Evant), since I know for a fact that I wouldn't last a day in the colder regions of Dionen.

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→ Dark Magic (Self-Taught): Basden has been studying magic, albeit secretly since Verbrith isn't involved in any war or uprising, for most of his life. He is currently at an intermediate level in the dark arts and aspires to master it in the scenario that the military presence in Verbrith leads to unfortunate results.
→ Weapons: Usually, Basden carries around a tome of spells, to study or practice with when he's alone. As for 'actual weaponry', he carries a pair of twin daggers on him at all times (though they mind as well be for show with how often he uses them to defend himself). It's necessary to note that Basden wasn't taught any swordsmanship and thus isn't strong enough to even hold a sword, let alone fight someone with one.

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→ Shadow Manipulation: Exactly what it sounds like. Not only his own shadow, but the shadows of objects and other people as well. However, he isn't able to use this ability for too long (he can keep this up for about an hour or so) as it causes drowsiness. Also, if there aren't any shadows around he isn't able to use this ability.
→ (Sub-Ability) Shadow Hands: Using the Shadow Manipulation, Basden can summon shadow hands to do his bidding. They can only be summoned on solid surfaces, and the maximum amount of hands he can call forth is twelve at this point. When they aren't being used to defend or attack, the hands do menial tasks for Basden (clean his room, make him tea, etc.). They take up the least amount of energy.
→ (Sub-Ability) Shadow Sneak: This is an ability-in-the-works, but when properly mastered Basden will be able to detach his shadow from himself and hide it in the shadows of both people and inanimate objects. He will be able to hear and see everything the target registers (when he 'attaches' onto an object such as a tree or table, he will only be able to hear nearby noises) at the cost of being temporarily mute and immobile. If he's locked on to the person or object for too long (the longest so far is two hours), however, he will pass out for an unspecified amount of time (the longest time he has been out for is six hours).

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It was morning, almost noon, and the swamp was already bustling with life. The melodic sound of toads croaking in the water filled the air, which was buzzing with the sound of dragonflies. Swamp sparrows hopped from branch to branch on the low-hanging tree while the herons ad egrets foraged in the waters. The shadows shifted and quivered quietly as two flat-bottomed boats weaved slowly through the tall shady cypresses that jutted from the murky waters of the swamp. The wildlife was alive and awake, but the Prince of Verbrith was still feeling rather groggy from forcing himself to get out of bed. Basden hated mornings like the frogs hated the herons (their predators, naturally); it was uncommon for him to be awake before the sun reached its highest point in the sky. The ‘No Shadow Time’, as Basden liked to refer to it as, was a bad time for him to be tagging alongside one of the royal guards to gather supplies. No shadows meant he couldn’t protect himself if they were attacked by anything. Elaina, the guard he was with, should be more than capable of defending herself (it was her job, so he’d be sorely disappointed if she wasn’t competent.) but Basden didn’t trust his life so easily in other peoples’ hands. He rather liked a ‘back-up plan’ if things got messy. Missions as simple as getting supplies could turn dangerous if they weren’t careful. The most logical action to take would be to hunt the animals that lived in the swamp and near the mountain region they all stayed at. However as a fan of the swampland and its animals, Basden steadfastly refused to dine on the wildlife that dwelled within the area. Or at least, he didn’t want to be the one to hunt his own food. That’s what the help were for, of course! His mother thought it was silly of him to spare the lives of the animals, but Basden could be stubborn when he put his mind to it. The youthful prince would happily be a vegetarian if he had the chance, but not everyone followed his views of protecting the swamps’ natural inhabitants.

Auburn eyes gazed up through the treetops, the sun’s rays peeking through to shine a light on their course for the nearest village. It would be another few minutes before they reached their destination by boat. Gloved hands played uselessly with the ends of the green-blue braid over his shoulder, since Basden knew he didn’t have the upper body strength Elaina had to help row the boat. Their current ‘encampment’ (they moved the castle around every year or so, to keep people off their trail) was far from the elevated walkways that acted as the roads within Verbrith. His mother made sure that wherever they set up camp, getting to them would prove to be quite the challenge. Only by the borders and mountain paths were there dirt paths. If one wanted to travel faster, they would either cut through the water by foot or use small boats such as the ones he and some of the guards (Elaina was in his boat, rowing, while two other guards covered them from behind) were in now. Because they weren’t, in fact, dumb enough to be thrashing about in the swamp (one never knew what lurks beneath the water or how deep it was, for that matter…), transportation by boat was the safest choice. Basden was tempted to dip his gloved fingers into the water, just to feel it, but refrained. His pack didn’t have his spare gloves, sadly. Perhaps he could ask Elaina if he could take a turn to row? A look over her shoulder (distinctly telling him, “No, your Highness. We’d make it there by sunset if you rowed.”) told him to just let her do the work. Elaina was blunt, but she was right. Basden was simply expected to point out any crocodiles or snakes swimming in the water. Given that he wouldn’t be too busy staring in fascination at them first of course because really he couldn’t help it, the swamp being too pretty not to be distracted by the nature around them.

Basden drew the cloak around him tighter against his body; it was rather nippy this morning and the clouds, as sparse as they were, kept trying to block the sun’s warm rays. He blew at that one stubborn lock of hair that liked to hang in front of his face as he wondered how much longer it would take to get to the village. As soon as they were close enough, they could tie down their boats and use the walkways provided. Personally, Basden only came with Elaina and the other guards to go book-hunting. His current collection was beginning to feel stale, and the guards were most unsuccessful at finding interesting reading material. Or perhaps he’d go and see if anyone in the settlement had any news about what was going on outside the borders. Verbrith didn’t want anything to do with Charrida or its problems, but it was good to keep up with events outside the kingdom. As tedious as it sounded, it was Basden’s duty as the prince to maintain information about any rumors floating around Dionen.

Basden drew the cloak around him tighter against his body; it was rather nippy this morning and the clouds, as sparse as they were, kept trying to block the sun’s warm rays. He blew at that one stubborn lock of hair that liked to hang in front of his face as he wondered how much longer it would take to get to the village. As soon as they were close enough, they could tie down their boats and use the walkways provided. Personally, Basden only came with Elaina and the other guards to go book-hunting. His current collection was beginning to feel stale, and the guards were most unsuccessful at finding interesting reading material. Or perhaps he’d go and see if anyone in the settlement had any news about what was going on outside the borders. Verbrith didn’t want anything to do with Charrida or its problems, but it was good to keep up with events outside the kingdom. As tedious as it sounded, it was Basden’s duty as the prince to maintain information about any rumors floating around Dionen. No matter how much he’d rather spend time by himself in the swamp doing his own thing, he knew it would benefit him in the long run to put up with these three for the time being. Fact of the matter was he didn’t trust the two guards behind him too much, and Elaina had only a little more respect above them. Not that she wasn’t a good fighter, because she could hold her own better than some of his mother’s older guards. He just didn’t think it was safe for her to be relaying back and forth from the more-populated settlements to the castle. Not to mention she didn’t even like guys and Basden, despite his looks, was completely male. (Smart thing to do then, traveling with a prince and a bunch of male guards.)

He yawned loudly, enough for it to echo through the treetops, smiling slightly at the snickering behind his boat. ”My apologies,” was all he said, though his tone was laced with amusement. He didn’t dare laugh with them, but it was rather tempting given how the day started out. Basden wasn’t a morning person, not by a long shot. The entire kingdom, regardless of whether they knew him personally or not, knew he didn’t wake easily. The prince almost didn’t get up in the morning if the guards outside his bedchambers hadn’t reminded him that he was supposed to meet up with the female guard today. A smile slid onto his face at remembering not only how much he scared the guards when he woke up, but how smelly Elaina was when he finally found her. If Elaina were anybody else, Basden would’ve laughed right in her face and told her she smelled worse than the swamp on a summer day. However, not only could Elaina snap him like a twig, but Basden had better manners than that. He didn’t comment at all on her odor since, after ten or so minutes of rowing in the swamp, they all smelled a bit ‘nature-like’. He ‘hmm’ed in thought before glancing around and sighing inwardly at what he spotted. He was hoping they’d get through without encountering the wildlife firsthand, but…ah well. He tapped Elaina’s arm once and announced to the others, ”Watch out for the crocodile on the right, everyone…” A splash, an ‘oops’, and an even louder splash behind him made him cringe and puff out his cheeks in annoyance. He muttered under his breath, ”That’s right. Draw the animal’s attention to us. Ingrate.” His guess was correct; the crocodile that had been lounging lazily in the water a few feet away from them was now swimming slowly towards the boats. Basden made a shushing noise, gesturing for Elaina and Idiot-Guard to stop the boat and everyone to be quiet.

It was never truly quiet in a swamp, what with all the bugs, amphibians and birds flying around making noise. For the sake of their own safety and the crocodile’s (no doubt they’d have to kill it if the situation showed itself), Basden hoped something more interesting than a bunch of humans crossed its path. A few minutes of no-manmade-noise-because-death-by-crocodile-and-imminent-drowning-was-a-pitiful-way-to-die, and Basden smiled when the reptile stopped, turned and swam away from them. The prince didn’t let out a sigh of relief until the crocodile was out of his line of sight. The other two guards sighed along with them (He heard a mumbled apology, and let it slide for now. That idiot. Better be careful on the way back when they actually had food and goods on them.); after a minute of tuning out Elaina’s berating towards the guard they were back to rowing.

Luckily for them, they didn’t have much more to row; as such, they had arrived to a walkway in a matter of minutes. When the boats nudged against the walkway gently, Basden took the rope behind him and let Elaina exit the boat first before hoisting himself out and over the railing. He grabbed the taller part of the boat’s end, where the wood was slightly taller than the front, and looped one end of the rope through the hole in the pole. Tying it off deftly to the lowest rung of the walkway (he’d been rowing in a swamp before, so knowing his knots was vital in keeping the boat stationary), he stepped back and stretched his arms above his head. A quick scan around the area told him they should be close to one of the villages, since the walkway they were on looked recently swept. The other two guards were still getting their boat tied down, so the auburn-eyed male took the moment to fix his clothes. ” Another few minutes until we get to the village, from the looks of it. The people won't be too suspicious of us if we don't draw their attentions.” Basden drew the hood of his cloak up, though not before re-braiding his hair; his ‘hair horns’, as they were affectionately called, had to be undone for the sake of his hood fitting over his head. He probably looked a little more feminine that he already did, but with his hood up at least no one would really be able to see his face. "Right then. Let's get going," He said briskly when the soldiers finished and started off in the direction of the village. He'd been to there before, though it had been at night and it certainly wasn't to gather supplies. It had been a good time to test the boundaries of his abilities, outside the constant eyes of the royal guards.

♔мσσ∂; Alert (and annoyed at that idiot guard...)
♔ℓσ¢αтιση; Verbrith (The Swamps ---& Unnamed village)

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Echo took a drag from her joint (ah, it was almost gone already…) as she listened to Caesar talk for a moment. She supposed she had to move at some point to get to the Haunted House, which wasn’t so far from the park if she remembered correctly. ”Guess I better get over to the Haunted House. It isn’t too far from where I am now,” She said, yawning a little as she moved to sit up, though not to stand up. Running a hand through her hair, she finished off the last of her joint and made sure her attention was on Caesar. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it if his second-in-command daydreamed while he talked about gang business. ”If you don’t like talking on the phone, then why did you ask me to call you? Couldn’t you of just texted me instead…?” There was a small tone of amusement in that question, since she knew he knew she was just teasing a little. She stretched her free arm out in front of her and draped it over the edge of the bench one again.

She couldn’t help but blink and raise an eyebrow at Caesar’s comments about their gang and the other gangs. They…were in the same gang, right? The Trippy Shroomz she was in wasn’t supposed to make things difficult because that took too effort that could be channeled into something less threatening. Like smoking something, or popping some pills. Echo wasn’t the violent type, not by a long shot. Pacifism was more her thing. She frowned, even though she knew Caesar couldn’t actually see it. ” Mmm, sure it’d be nice not to hope the other gangs don’t go crazy on us, but haven’t we always been neutral or something when dealing with them…? I mean, rivals? What rivals? We’re the gang that specializes in drug sales, not a gang like Death Blades or Gossip Royalty. Who wants to take us out? We aren’t responsible for anyone that keels over after taking the drugs we sell them, y’know.” She drug into her messenger bag and fished out another joint, phone being juggled in favor of pulling out her lighter from her bra (which in itself was a feat since it was in her bra and not her jacket). Lighting up, she took a long drag and exhaled smoothly. Ah, how troublesome to be thinking so much on a Thursday. ”Look I’m just saying this. The guy with a knife won’t come after you unless you did something to piss ‘im off in the first place, which hopefully you didn’t ‘cause that would be dumb for a leader to endanger himself and his gang. Why stick our noses in business that we haven’t bothered with since Trippy Shroomz was first formed?” As laidback and nonchalant Echo was being about this, she really wasn’t concerned with any ‘rival this’ or ‘crazy that’. She’d never ran into any trouble with the other gangs simply because she was their drug dealer (who would knife their druggie? That’d be such a crime…) and mostly didn’t associate with many people outside Trippy Shroomz. The message she was conveying to her leader was clear: don’t do stupid s**t and you won’t get in too deep. ”I care about you and the gang. You know I do. So don’t do anything that’ll get us into trouble with the other gangs.”

Taking a drag from her joint and exhaling, Echo ‘hmm’ed for a moment before answering. ”But if they catch on that we’re trying to sedate them, won’t they get pissed at us? Nevermind that they’d think it’s nice of us for giving them a discount.” Death Blades was a gang that she’d rather not get mixed up with outside of drug dealing, unless there was someone in the gang that she liked the company of. She couldn’t really remember anybody in that gang that she’d really talked to lately, so her relationship with that particular group was strictly business-like. So why get so involved with Tokyo’s number one gang? Echo took another hit from her joint in thought. If Caesar did anything to endanger the gang, she certainly wouldn’t forgive him. Not even someone as relaxed as Echo had the guts to screw around with Death Blades. The brown-eyed woman blinked at his last question. ”Huh? I got my bedroom and a spare, in case my friends Mai or Mori wanna stay over for the night…and I think the couch counts as a bed? Don’t quote me on that ‘cause it’s been a few weeks since I used it as anything other than something to sit on.” Finally, after contemplation, she figured it was time for her to leave the park and head to the Haunted House. Bending slightly to scoop up her messenger bag with her cellphone-holding hand, she heard a beeping noise coming from her phone. As she pulled the strap over her head so it could bounce against her hip, Echo put the receiver back to next to her mouth. ”Oh hey, got a text. I think it might be from one of our guys.” Though, she’d go and see it was after she got done talking with Caesar. Echo pushed herself up onto her skate clad feet and with a sigh got rolling into the direction of the Haunted House. She figured she’d get there when she got there. Sell some drugs here, skate away from police cars there. She almost forgot she was on the phone with Caesar until she realized the cellphone was still in her hand while she took a drag from her joint. ”So, was there anything else you wanted to talk ‘bout, or are we saving that for the JSR server later?”

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Echo rolled her eyes, but didn’t comment on the fact that Caesar had avoided replying to her comments. They’d talk later since Echo was still his second-in-command and really…if he thought she’d just nod her head like an idiot and agree to everything he said then he had another thing coming. Never mind that now. There were more important things to think about at the moment. The busty raven-haired woman pointedly dodged stationary cars in her way as she listened to what Caesar was saying while simultaneously finished up the joint she had on her. ”Hmm? Makoto? Ah, sure! I don’t mind him stayin’ over at my place for a bit. Have you told him about it yet, though? You know how he is with people-that-aren’t-Caesar…” Or just people in general, but that was left unsaid. Makoto was…different from the other Trippy Shroomz members, but Echo didn’t mind too much. If Makoto was having a few problems at his apartment, she didn’t mind housing him. Echo cared a lot about her gang members and made it a point that she was available if any of them needed her for anything. Wind pushed against her exposed legs, making her thankful for the leather jacket she was wearing. Next time, she’d wear some leggings with her shorts…or something. Mai probably wouldn’t think it’d look sexy, but Echo thought being comfortable was more important than looking good. She almost didn’t hear Caesar tell her they’d talk later, but she gave him a quick ”See ya later~” before pushing the ‘END’ button on her cellphone and continuing on to the haunted house. She took a second to scan the text message—speak of the devil, it was from Makoto—before rolling to a stop in front of a building so she could pass along Caesar’s request. Clicking through the contacts list, she finally found Makoto’s name and worked on her reply.


Message to: Makoto
From: Echo
Subject: Yo~
Message: Caesar told me you’ve been having some trouble lately, so he asked me if you wanted to stay over at my house for a bit. You know it's cool with me, as long as you’re okay with it too.

P.S. – He said he’d house you himself but he’s been having some problems himself, y’know?

After sending the message, Echo moved herself at an unhurried pace down the road. Why rush? Echo wasn't always known for being on-time, especially on such a nice day like today. Despite the chilly weather, it was still a perfectly beautiful day today. If it weren’t for the Haunted House event she had to go to, she probably would've headed over to the bathhouses in Benten-cho. Maybe hit up Nana-san. Sadly, gang duties came before leisure (sometimes). It wasn’t such a drag, the official business. Echo sighed. Not always. Sometimes, these big events could be fun. The Haunted House one was something TS had an advantage over since they’d sometimes use it as a meet-up place. Thus, they’d have a slight advantage over the other participating gangs. That advantage would only be useful, though, if whoever went in from Trippy Shroomz knew where they were going. Hopefully, whatever the host’s lackeys did to the house didn’t keep them from winning. The other details were a bit fuzzy to Echo, but she was sure it’d hit her as soon as DJ K told them more.

Speaking of hitting her…Echo didn’t realize she was getting pushed into until she felt a heavy warm weight collide into her. The dark-haired woman lost her balance on her skates and tumbled down with an audible crash. The person was bigger than her, though not enough to crush her with his weight. “Ow…” At least whoever fell on her would be cushioned by her chest; they came in handy sometimes, even if her butt felt very sore and cold. She took the hand offered to her and allowed herself to be pulled up back to her feet. Brushing dirt off her backside and legs, she checked her lower body for any bruises. Thankfully, no cuts marred her flesh, though her butt still stung from landing so hard on it. She was also thankful that she hadn’t stored her lighter or phone in her bra like usual, or the guy (upon further inspection) landing on her would’ve really left some lighter-cellphone-shaped imprints. Her mind registered his apology and she looked over at him, hand combing through her hair. Echo gave him an easygoing smile and shrugged. ”Hey no worries. It was an accident, yeah?” Ah, at least she hadn’t been smoking anything when he crashed into her. He wouldn’t of gotten off so easily if he caused her to drop her joint.

After picking her cellphone up off the street (a little scratched but still working fine), she took the chance to really look at him. He wasn't bad to look at, and since he was wearing rollerblades there was a good chance he was part of some gang (though hey, you could like skating and not be in a gang). It was confirmed when he called her ‘Echo of the Shroomz’; it made her grin a little. Only other gangs and the people she sold drugs to knew her by that name, since it was the only one she ever gave out to people she had to interact with. So people knew who she was, huh…? That was a given, since she was second-in command of the Trippy Shroomz. ”Ah, yeah. That’s me. And…er. I don’t think we’ve before, but if we have…’m totally sorry. Just had a few joints earlier.” She stretched her arms lazily above her head, then made sure the stuff in her messenger bag didn’t get damaged during the crash-to-hello. That would majorly suck. She gave him a carefree smile after deeming her goods safe, the look in her eyes conveying a content mood. ”So…you know my name but I don’t have the pleasure of knowing your’s.” She was in a talkative mood and in no hurry to get to where she had to be. Why not strike up a little conversation and make a new buddy on the way? Plus, if she was lucky enough, maybe they were going to the same place (as unlikely as that was) and the trip to the Haunted House wouldn't be so...boring.

However, the fact that he knew her name (by recognizing her face, no less) was curious-making. ”Though to be honest, I'm curious as to how you know my name in the first place. Are you a friend of one of my usual customers or…?” The ‘someone from another gang’ part was left unsaid, though she hoped he knew what she was asking. If he was some cop in-disguise (they were getting better at blending in…), she had to protect her a** and the asses of her gang.

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