[center][h2][color=maroon]Aaron Fletcher[/color] & [color=sienna]Aderyn Finch[/color][/h2][/center]
	Aaron had done many things in his life.  Moved across the world, got an unabashed girlfriend, and was even friends with one of the Colored Kings.

	But walking down the hall outside Purple Crown Academy's gym in full view of the student body was something else.  This was what he got for making stupid bets with possibly the greatest jockess in existence, and he was sure Emma was somewhere in the crowd with a camera, recording the whole thing.  On the bright side, everyone knew he wore boxers now.

	While he approached the tank, he locked eyes with the next thrower, a small girl he vaguely recognized.  It took him the ladder into the tank to make it click, but this was Aderyn Finch staring him down with a baseball in her hand, one of two tech wizards in the entire school.  He had to question her strength, it was a known fact that her legs were almost entirely supported by titanium rods, but her aim could go undisputed.  With one leg over the edge and a foot on the seat, he gulped and shook his head nervously, silently begging for her to miss.  All he got in response from her was an eager nod, to which he sat down and accepted his fate.  

	The girl was handed a ball and she wound up, the American gripping the seat that would imminently fall out from under him.  [color=maroon]"Please miss please miss ple- GAH!"[/color]  A loud ding was heard right before he hit the sports drink, the humility of the American was cemented now, the mark of the Fanged Rangers now upon his reputation for all eternity.  Or at least until college.  He started to get up to the horror of the Welsh girl taking a second ball, idly tossing it in the air and waiting for him to get back in the chair.  [color=maroon]"Please don't..."[/color]

	[color=sienna]"Sorry guy, but I've got a crush to surprise..."[/color]  Needless to say, almost the exact same thing happened twice more until the Welsh girl walked away with a five-foot tall stuffed animal under her arm.  Did it make walking awkward?  Yes.  Did it say just how awesome she was?  Absolutely.
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	Sometime later, with an announcement that the Strykers were starting their performance, Aderyn made her way to the auditorium, knowing that Masae would likely end up there as well.  A good a time as any to give the creature under her arm to her.  So she walked among the sea of students to get there, taking a seat up near the sound and lighting booth in case anything went wrong up there.  Helped to have one of the techies on call, at least.

	Aaron, on the other hand, was busy in the locker room when the all-call went out, still trying to remove both the feel and stench of green apple and/or lime flavored sports drink.  Or maybe kiwi, it smelled a little like kiwi now that he was thinking of it.  No matter how long he stood under the shower head in the back of the room with a bar of soap, or how much deodorant he put on, nor amount of shampoo saved him from this now, and he was condemned to smell like a fruit for the rest of the day.  [color=maroon]"Well, this could be a lot worse right now..."[/color]  Little did he know...

	The impending future aside, he gave up and dried off, getting dressed as quick as he could.  Of all the things he brought that day, a comb was not one of them, so he was doomed to messy hair until he went back to his dorm... or more likely Emma's grandmother's house, now that he thought of it.  He buttoned up his peacoat just as an uproar reached his ears, probably from the dance performance going on at the moment, it was supposed to be huge after all.  With the scarf in place now, he left the locker room, still smelling of an unconfirmed green fruit.  The halls were empty at this point, so he had an easy enough time getting to the auditorium... just in time to see all hell break loose.

	The White King was on the stage, a spotlight on her and a microphone in hand.  All he heard was that every guild not allied with the Masks was under attack.  This also included the Harleys, because unless Itsuko had informed her of what had happened already, they were still a neutral party.  He needed to find Mike and he needed to find him now.  Despite the throng of colors and people scattered about, his signature red hoodie was easy to spot in the back right, where the Red Guild had set up for as long as anyone could remember.  The American rushed over to his King, flagging him down with concern on his face.  [color=maroon]"Our attraction's void and Cheeto up there's a dead woman, isn't she?"[/color]  The rogue was already sending out an all call to the entire Guild with his phone, dropping an alert on the gates to the Red Kingdom for every available Harley to drop in and drive the Masks out.

	With a reputation of combat perfection, everyone knew it was a horrible idea to pick a fight with a long-time member of the Red Guild, but to war with them?  The enemy might as well sing a funeral march while they advanced.

	In the meantime, Aderyn was desperately trying to open the door to the [i]Bat Cave,[/i] prize from the dunk tank holding her seat.  It was locked alright, and she lacked the raw strength to take it down... then it hit her, she was the tech for half the clubs in the school.  And all of them had convinced the custodial staff to give her a key to this particular door when her skill first got recognized.  She dug into a pocket and pulled out a small, brass key, and slid it into the lock like a glove.  A quick wiggle of the key and it turned, letting her in to find an unnamed stranger fiddling with the lighting sliders.  [color=sienna]"Get away from those, dumbass!"[/color]  She grabbed one of the rolling chairs and threw it at the guy, letting it slam into him before whacking him painfully across the face with a wireless keyboard.  Technology from the early 21st century still had it's uses after all.  With the intruder sufficiently stunned for a moment, Aderyn's arm fell across the sliders just as Chiyo finished her dictatorly speech, causing a blackout to fuel the pandemonium.  With a flick of another switch, dull red hazard lights came up in the auditorium, and the girl's voice filled the speakers.

	[color=sienna][b]"Everyone please exit the auditorium and make your way out of the building!  The White Gui- AHH!"[/b][/color]  The sound of a punch came over the speakers around the stage, and a fight drowned out the sound of anything anyone tried to say now.  It was finalized by a loud crack and the hasty flight of the stranger from the sound booth, Aderyn no where to be found in the chaos.

	[center][@TheWindel][@KoL][@Lucius Cypher][@Flamelord][@Awesomoman64][@Jedly][@Caits][@McFazzer][@RoflsMazoy][/center][hr][center][color=tan][h2]Jiro Katsurou[/h2][/color][/center]
	Jiro came off stage from the second performance, a coverage for the Bruisers.  None of them had shown, which was suspicious as far as he knew.  They were ones to keep dates, though it wasn't a huge deal to him.  He knew the dance already and was just glad he didn't have to actually do much singing, couldn't do that for the life of him.  Either way, he was free for the rest of the festival and intended to enjoy it, so he started to strip out of his costume the moment he was back stage with the others.  Something seemed off, though, like it was eerie back stage for no reason.  Through he shrugged it off, content to change back into his usual pants and jacket, and pick up the drink he had popped open several hours ago.

	Much to his disappointment, it obeyed laws of convection and was warm at this point.

[center][@Lucius Cypher][@Jedly][@RoflsMazoy][/center]