[center][h3][color=8493ca]Student President Yoshino Tsugumi[/color][/h3][/center]
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Yoshino sighed for about the fifth time in an hour. Honestly, why was she even doing all of this? It was just a stupid get together that would no doubt go awry because of…something. That was usually how these things tended to happen after all. She saw no point in making tonight’s events a big deal or anything like that. So then, why was she [url=http://pm1.narvii.com/5745/b7e3e5dbf02e865aa973a9ae38eb4adb431c4983_hq.jpg]dressed[/url] like something was actually going to happen tonight? Surely that was the question of the hour.

Still, that wasn’t why the Student President was troubled. What did make her mind a swirling pool of chaos were the pair of glasses that stared right back at her from the living room table. The light reflected off of their lens, making them gleam in an intimidating manner. It was almost like they were judging her and Yoshino frowned even more.

She had told herself that she would try to spend the night without them, just to see if she could manage. But the more she thought about it, the more it seemed likely that she would need to put them on out of fear….seeing no point in debating the matter any further, Yoshino grabbed the glasses, stuffed them into her dress pocket, and slammed the front door to her dorm shut. The sound of clacking heels would be heard as the Student President sought to meet Retsu at their meeting spot.
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[color=6ecff6][center][h3]Maribel Harper[/h3][/center][/color]
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Unrelenting Jukebox would feel a slight shuddering beneath his feet as something large, fast, and hard was swiftly approaching his position. A quick scan of the area would reveal the mighty Blue Bolt herself riding atop her trusty steed. The tank that belonged to the proud King of the Cobalt Bruisers came to a halt near his position and Mercury Titania leaped out, giving Jukebox a bone-crushing hug.

[color=6ecff6]“Hiya Jukey~! It’s totally nice to see you again! I take it you’ve fulfilled all your services to the Student Council, right? Why else would you be in Deep Ground without my permission~?”[/color]

Then she noticed the second Player standing by Jukebox’s side and grinned. Well, well, if it wasn’t her faithful subordinate. No doubt the other girl would either be cowering or admiring her totally awesome Blue King. Titania crossed her arms, giving Unrelenting Jukebox the biggest cat’s smirk she could muster. She waited for whatever explanation he would give.  

[color=6ecff6]“Oh yeah, by the way, I heard there’s this rumor floating around about an attack on the local movie theater near campus. You know the one near Purple Crown? I heard that some students are thinking of illegally pirating the movie! That means it’s up to the combined might of the Dynamic Duo to stop them! Oh yeah, and you can totally come too Absinthe.”[/color]

She said this all with bolstering confidence, as if she really expected both Players to suddenly cease whatever they were going to do and follow her to the real world. Of course, did they really have a choice in the matter at all?
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[color=f7941d][center][h3]Corpse Collector[/h3][/center][/color]
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[color=f7941d]“Fucking fucks who think they can fucking fuck with me. Those fucking fuckers!”[/color]

The enigmatic Player known as the Corpse Collector had seen it all. Seeing Cherry Lover all alone, the gunslinging Avatar had sent some of her newly acquired goons to go mess her face up. Why? Because it was fucking funny. And it [i]was[/i] pretty fucking funny too until that idiotic Arms Slave showed up. Seriously, couldn’t that pompous playboy mind his own goddamn fucking business?

Muttering to herself, the Corpse Collector strolled her way into the Black City, eyeing all these Sweepers and Players for hire. All these shitheads were after her head? Fucking please. She bet she could take them all down. With that annoying President having announced her Avatar name for the world to see, she had no choice but to change it to something more suitable.

So now, “Bullet Maker” was making her way was stalking the two that had so recently pissed her off. Sitting a good distance away from Arms Slave and Cherry Lover, she glared daggers at them both with utter malice. Her hand went to one of her guns, one out of the pair known as the Death Penalty, and waited for her chance. She could easily murder them both and then teleport out of there. But why be so risky? Why blow her cover just to spite a pair of stupid teenagers? 

Simple. Because it was fucking funny.
[hr][center][@KoL], [@McFazzer], [@liferusher], [@Lucius Cypher][/center]