[h1][color=red][center]Alex[/center][/color][/h1]

Alex dropped his stuff off and looked around. Boss man wasn't here and he hadn't gotten a text either. Whatever his work was done. Alex flicked out the card he'd gotten and looked at the address. Well. . . Surely it couldn't hurt just to take a look? Several minutes later Alex was rollerblading into sight of the building, to his surprise at the same time as the armoured lady, Clarice, showed up, along with some other rather petite girl. He casually roller-bladed in front of them, stylishly spinning, rang the bell, and leaned against the wall, arms folded, and a slight grin on his face. Everybody liked showing off, even him. [color=red]"Yo, Clarice. Didn't expect to see you here. I assume you and shorty and here about the card?"[/color] Alex asked briefly flashing it before whisking it back into his pocket. Shorty probably was a champion as well, if the latest string of coincidences held true. Honestly if he wasn't a chill guy he'd be pretty freaked out by the last two days. Eh.


[center][color=silver][h1]Artemis[/h1][/color][/center]

Artemis quietly stared at the verbal conflict in front of her. She would've liked to intervene, she thought the experiment had gone to far out of hand at this point, but she felt as though it'd be a waste to stop it now. Artemis had to admit she was curious to see the result, she would've felt bad for Sam, but Sam clearly didn't want or need any pity. Artemis nibbled some more and found she had eaten all her pizza, she let out a small noise of disappointment. The argument seemed as though it was mere moments away from escalating into them at each others throats literally rather than figuratively. Was she about to she a fight between two champions? Artemis was torn between excitement and. . . Scared excitement.