[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krky97Z.png[/img][/center][center][color=maroon][h2]Aaron Fletcher[/h2][/color][/center]
	Aaron plucked another pen out of the coffee cup overflowing with them while Michael berated the decision to pitch a sporting event to a digital community.  The writing instrument began to twirl around his fingers at blinding speeds, showing just how much time he had wasted on a parlor trick, and was dropped purposely onto the table just as the Red King finished his suggestion for a reward.  [color=maroon]"Free throws for the loyalty it is.  And didn't you come up with the idea for a basketball tournament a-"[/color]  His sassing was interrupted by a loud splash from the nearby dunk tank of the Fanged Rangers, accompanied by their suitably green haired leader, Kenji Nagato glaring daggers at everyone in the area.  [color=maroon]"Y'know what?  Never mind."[/color]  From underneath the setup he took a large poster board, along with a black and red marker.  He set to work, writing out sets of large, blood-colored letters with a hard outline and an amount of flare.  A few minutes later, his labor proved fruitful as a line of various members of guilds formed and tickets began getting passed out.  Tickets to both participate in and view the competition were selling like French pastries in a foreign land.  Better said, they were selling like pizza to broken college students.  All that aside, Aaron just had a single question left in his mind.  [color=maroon]"Where'd Emma end up, anyway?"[/color]

	Soon enough, the White Guild's mainstay attraction would suffer a noticeable deficit in their profits while the queue built, along with the Green and Blue Guilds.  Yesterday, the war within Deep Ground had no particular dominant force.  White and Green fought Black and Blue... but what happens when you add the Red giant to one side?
[center][h2][color=red]THE BALANCE OF POWER SHALL FOREVER BE DESTROYED...[/color][/h2][/center][center][@TheWindel][@KoL][@Lonewolf685][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/iqNYUzq.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=tan]Jiro Katsurou[/color][/h2][/center]
	Jiro rubbed Asahi's back in an attempt to settle whatever was afflicting him at the moment, whether it be a sort of aftershock from his wound or a bad case of nerves.  Ever the showman, he gave his friend a comforting smile around the same time Shiro made his appearance.  [color=tan]"C'mon, you're a tough guy.  I've seen you make it through worse than a dance number.  I mean, it was in-game, but still."[/color]  He gave him a nervous chuckle and turned to his orange-haired counterpart, removing his somewhat complicated outfit from the cardboard box it was stored in.  His reply was cut off before it even began by the red-haired Akane giving his friend a swift kick in the ribs, during which one could almost hear the sound of Shiro's final, defeated gasp for the hour.  [color=tan]"Yeah, she did an amazing job on these.  Never thought I would see the coat come to life!"[/color]  He grabbed the collar of the white garment and flung it around his shoulders, letting his arms slide into the sleeves like a glove, the orange trim emphasizing the swish of the tail.  [color=tan]"Don't kill Shiro... yet.  We need him to dance, after all."[/color]  He chuckled lightly and made an attempt to help his friend up, grasping his hand and pulling him up.

	The blue-haired male dropped the guy that probably had a broken rib or two when Kosuke arrived with drinks and went on a spiel about how they shouldn't leave the room with them, lest they get waterboarded.  [color=tan]"I would've given you some money to buy everyone some water or something.  You didn't have to risk your life for it.  Thanks, though."[/color]  He gave the fellow Stryker a thankful nod and took a can for himself and popping the tab, taking a small sip to quench his not-so-mighty thirst.  He set it down and tossed both his coats off, working himself into the costume that had been prepared for him.
[center][@RoflsMazoy][@Jedly][@Lucius Cypher][/center][hr][center][color=sienna][h2]Aderyn Finch[/h2][/color][/center]
	Upon hearing that Masae hadn't, in fact, moved her shampoo, Aderyn groaned and grabbed her towel off of the rack and stepped out of the shower.  She wrapped the piece of fabric around herself and stormed out of the bathroom, a little more than upset at the loss of her fruitily-scented hair product.  [color=sienna]"Last time I had it was last night when I was washing my hair!  And you know where it isn't?  On the counter next to the sink!"[/color]  She blushed lightly when she realized she was in front of her crush in nothing but a white towel, though shrugged off the fact.  The more pressing matter was the location of her hair wash... which she suddenly remembered the location of.  [color=sienna]"...Never mind, I know where it is.  Can I borrow yours for today?"[/color]  The Welsh girl disappeared back into the bathroom, not waiting for a response as the sound of the curtain's rings sliding on the metal pole supporting it was heard twice.

	A few minutes later, she returned, now clothed in her usual non-school getup, minus the puffy jacket and headphones.  She smelled of something close to lilacs as she gathered her belongings for the day ahead, namely the aforementioned jacket and phone.  She gave Masae a thankful nod on her way to the kitchen for her coffee.  [color=sienna]"One of the Bruiser higher-ups wanted to meet me at the festival about something, probably trying to get me involved in that war... I might just do it, it's an XP gold mine."[/color]  The pot was half-emptied into the mug and a long draw was taken from it immediately, the heat seeming to have no effect on the caffeine addict.  [color=sienna]"It's not a horrible idea, and I'll probably last longer than most out there."[/color]  She smiled a bit and gave her a quick wave.  [color=sienna]"Well, best not keep her waiting."[/color]  In a moment, she was out the door and heading for the main school building, in which the festival was being held.

	Upon her arrival, a madhouse in the main hall was in full view.  She groaned slightly and started following a path of least resistance in an effort to reach her destination; the auditorium.  While it was currently occupied by the Strykers and the Bruisers, she had been promised a meeting with what was essentially an admin from her own guild.  It was to take place in this general area, though she had a second reason to be here that she had almost forgot.  The dance routines did need at least one techie, at least one for that matter.  Masae would probably show up soon, once she was up and going, but for now the Welsh native pushed open a door to a booth in the back of the theater... which had a piece of paper with the words [i][b]Bat Cave[/b][/i] written on it taped to the outside.  She moved to one side of the booth and set down her mug of coffee, then parked herself in an office chair in wait, putting her feet up on the counter.
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