[b]"Nah, nah... Get the pizza one. They're really good. Get like, hold on... Ten. Cause there are ten guys coming! Mhmm. Yeah. Yeah. Alright, cool, I'll pay ya back when you show up. Thanks brah."[/b] 

Asahi hung up his phone. After ordering snacks for him and his War Machines he kicked a chair into the river, with someone tied onto it. From the presence of the other youth and thier bloodied knuckles they didn't like the fellow. [b]"Come on guys, it's almost time for the big brawl. Don't want to miss out on that."[/b] Asahi's friends murmured in agreement as they headed off to Asahi's place, where they'd be able to play Deep Ground in peace, with the luxury that Asahi could afford.

With the announcement of the Ebon Strykers opening their doors to membership Asahi wanted to be the first one to arrive. Sure he was with the Sweepers for a while, but they were posers for all he cared about. And there were a bunch of wannabe Ebon Strykers hanging out in the ruins of the Black City, but they were no better or even worse then Asahi's own War Machine. No, he was looking for a place to get a real fight from, and the Ebon Strykers were the one. After all it was only going to be a matter of time before all the other guilds get their act together and attack them, and Asahi wanted to be on the front lines when that happened. Make a name for himself on the road of glory.

Back at the base Asahi and his friends got themselves comfortable. Big cushiony chairs, snacks on the table, drinks within arms reach. Asahi helped himself to a sort of calzone. He and his buddies were discussing the battle plan they had in mind, which for once is more complex then simply "stay out of sight and then jump them". [b]"Just remember it's gunna be hell once we get there. We don't have the element of surprise, but we can make use of that chaos. Stir up some trouble and keep it nice and warm."[/b]

It was time. After everyone had something to eat, relieved their bowels, and got comfortable, they relaxed and entered the world of Deep Ground. Asahi was particularly excited. This was his chance to grab glory...

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Taking out the last of the trash Retsu looked at the flock of students leaving the academy. Once upon a time she was be amongst them. Retsu was, but no means, a loner. She had some people she called friends... People that she didn't mind hanging out with. People who she could converse with, ask help from, maybe even gotten close to. But that was a fake part of her. One that was still trying to deny the system and world she was placed in. Like a actor playing her role, she would serve her part well, but in the end the show was nothing more then a story. Far from the reality it was trying to escape from. Sighing Retsu let those thoughts stay with the trash. She wasn't a cynic. She wasn't a pessimist. Jaded perhaps, and rough around the edges. But she had hope. Hope that one day... She could break this system. That's all she wanted. To be able to shed the mantles society puts on her, tells her is her "Freedom", and then guide her to her cage. She wanted to be able to carve a place for her with skills, knowledge, and ability. Not some childish MMO.

But as they say: If you want peace, prepare for war. And for what Retsu wants, she'll have to use Deep Ground. Simply ignoring it wasn't an option. It doesn't free her from it's control. She would have to enter it's world and turn it upside down from within. And her first step was with the Black King.

While Retsu was the unseen leader of the Sweepers ever since they were forced to disband they haven't the ability to organize themselves well enough. Most of her Erasers have begun to operate for themselves, and very few Cleaners answers to Retsu anymore. While she may be the best amongst them she was a leader in name only. She could rally them together, bring the Sweepers back to full force, but she needed leverage. Something that told them that she was capable and worthy. She needed to have the Black King's support. Despite their best abilities even the Sweepers know little of the Ebon Strykers. Even the controversy that destroyed their guild was a secret. While many assumed they were punished much for the same reasons the Sweepers were, in truth they knew nothing. Not even former Ebon Strykers knew what happened. So if Retsu could gained Moon Slicer's alliance, that may be just want she needs to get the rest of the Sweepers under her banner once more.

Retsu took her bike back to her dormitory. While she was offered to live at their family home Retsu preferred not to be around them. There was no love amongst them and she'd rather not have to deal with her siblings either. Retsu's dorm was rather plain. Clean in the sense that there was not clothing or trash strewn about, but it was dusty, implying that she rarely does much of anything here. Even her mini-refrigerator indicated that she hardly eats here either. Given her svelte figure, it was fair question to ask if she eats at all. But that didn't matter to Retsu. Putting her bags on the couch she went and washed herself up. She stripped down to her naked body, took a shower, and dressed for bed. It was still early in the afternoon but she knew she wasn't going to go out anytime tonight. Before heading to bed she turned on her stereo. She liked listening to a bit of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGIw60UKiKw]music[/url] before heading into Deep Ground, get into the mood. Once all the preparation was done she laid in her bed and closed her eyes.


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