[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krky97Z.png[/img][/center][center][color=maroon][h2]Aaron Fletcher[/h2][/color][/center]
	The competition officially began, and things were rather disappointing from the start.  Sure, Purple Crown had a much larger online presence than that of sports, but the near-constant sound of basketballs hitting the floor, walls, and backboard was starting to get annoying.  Dressed in his signature peacoat and scarf combo, Aaron stood up in the bleachers keeping track of the shots every participant made, and each one they took.  Up until a minute ago, the pitcher for Purple Crown's baseball team was solidly holding the lead at four out of ten half-court shots in favor of the Cobalt Bruisers...

	Then she showed up.  A blonde-haired girl in a jumpsuit, showing a little too much cleavage to be taking this seriously.  The American glanced down at the clipboard in his hands.  Itsuko Kanzaki of the Fanged Rangers, a nobody for all intents and purposes... then the baskets started adding up.  One... two... three... four... five... six... he couldn't believe it.  If the school had a record for this, it was being shattered right in front of a growing crowd.  Seven baskets... it was at this moment that Aaron began to accept the fate of having to fight on the same side of a war as a clan of noobs.  Maybe Mike would find something in a few of them, take them on a PKing prodigies or someth-.  Eight.  Eight was the final number before she stopped, only to smirk and throw him a confident look.  His mind blanked as she requested a bonus for a full-court shot, the end of his pen smacking the clipboard a few times while he tried to think.  Then it hit him, the Rangers did have a dunk tank right outside... full of various green sports drinks.  [color=maroon]"If you make this shot, I'll get in the tank and you can dunk me."[/color]  He gulped slightly as the last word left his mouth, having just realized she might just sink that shot.

	The girl made her way to the other end of the court, wound up, and threw...

	A loud [i]swish[/i] was heard, and the ball fell to the ground, bouncing several times before settling and rolling to the side.

	[color=maroon]"...Shit."[/color]

[center][@KoL][@TheWindel][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/iqNYUzq.png[/img][/center][center][color=tan][h2]Jiro Katsurou[/h2][/color][/center]
	Truth be told, Jiro was mostly indifferent to Eris' arrival.  Sure, she had basically slaughtered him that one time in game, though they both had reasons for what started the fight between them.  Eris had wanted to so away with the Sweepers, Jiro had wanted to protect the low-levels getting merk'd because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, or just too ballsy.  That wasn't a reason to hate someone in the real world, anyway.  For the moment, he made sure to give her a polite nod before taking a sample of the dishes she had bought... and got a few distrusting stares.  [color=tan]"What?  Tickets to that cafe are expensive and the food's good."[/color]  He popped a small pastry into his mouth, chewing on it while he dug the rest of his costume out of the box.  Her actions seemed to be of good faith, maybe a final parting gift from her to the Strykers, or just a random act of kindness.  Either way, he wouldn't complain.

	At Shiro's mention of a dab, let alone one with four arms, the blue-haired boy groaned and assumed what was usually Akane's duty for a moment.  He took a few steps back and shook his right hand loose, his eyes locking onto the small of his compatriot's back.  In a single, fluid motion, he wound up and splayed his hand wide.  A jump step and a follow through later, his the palm of his hand made solid contact with his back, a loud smack filling the room and a red hand print getting left behind under his friend's shirt.  A classic Five-Star.  [color=tan]"Just let it die already, Shiro!"[/color]  He gave Akane a thumbs up before returning to the box, sorting through and setting himself up in costume.

[center][@KoL][@Jedly][@Lucius Cypher][/center][hr][center][h2][color=sienna]Aderyn Finch[/color][/h2][/center]
	Aderyn checked her phone, leaning back in her chair while she sipped on her coffee.  Diving into her email, she noticed a message from a certain Broker of Fortune... and groaned upon reading it.  She had rescheduled out of the blue, the excuse including something about a pair of pants.  No matter, she could browse the festival without that worry now.  She rose from her seat, leaving he stuff behind while she exited the [i]Bat Cave,[/i] curious to see what the halls had in store for her at this busy time of year.

	On her way through the halls, she passed by the gymnasium in time to hear a particularly loud [i]swish[/i] from a basketball net, and a series of cheers and groans all at once.  And just next to a door, a line was forming for a dunk tank.  The Welsh girl smiled and blushed at the thought.  Maybe she could win one of those plushies and out her feelings for Masae with it?  [color=sienna]"Hmm... you know what, one life to live."[/color]  With that she got at the back of the line, heart racing for a stupid plan that would probably backfire horribly.

[center][@Flamelord][@McFazzer][/center]