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[color=00aeef][b]"You'd do well to listen to him."[/b][/color] a rather stern voiced man said, approaching from behind Thomas as he gave each of the threesome gathered in the alley a cursory glance. [color=00aeef][b]"Class cards. Two of them, since I'd imagine you wouldn't be carrying around a rifle in your coat like that."[/b][/color] he continued, taking evenly paced steps that resounded the click of his feet against the hard pavement. Taking a glance over at the card lying on the ground, he then turned to Marie. [color=00aeef][b]"Given that our research has shown that Masters of those cards seek each other out, its safe to assume you're one as well...but definitely not target Alpha."[/b][/color] ...If one were to talk about stiff, this guy probably had his suit starched to his body type. Nothing about this situation seemed even the slightest bit strange to this...random guy, who was just sizing up the three before him. [color=00aeef][b]"Hey, you there,"[/b][/color] he said before pointing at Philip. [color=00aeef][b]"Install...you can do it, right? If so, then go right ahead. I need to see if you're the one I'm looking for or not."[/b][/color]

The way he phrased it, it almost seemed like he was ordering Philip to Install...whether the man was arrogant or overly confident wasn't easy to see given the unchanging expression plastered on his face, but the thing most clear to Thomas would be that this man had no class card to speak of. 

Meanwhile, off on the other side of town a particular inconspicuous motor cycle cop was making his daily rounds, silently observing, making a mental checklist of people, places, faces, things, nuances in movement, speech...all from where he was parked and writing up a ticket on some schmuck that had parked in an explicit "No-Parking Zone". [color=DB7093][i]"Sixteen...no, seventeen names. Looks just like he described them. Tonight...Tonight honey."[/i][/color] he droned to himself in his thoughts before suddenly getting snapped out of his daze and slipping back onto his back and heading back out on his rounds.
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[hider=The Exiled Heir]
The acrid stench of cheap beer and...well, less than savory substances staining the seats of the bar, the described target downing some good old cheap hooch straight from the bottle as Sajan found herself conversing with him. He gave her a look once she came in, sizing her up with a great deal of curiosity. Her rather exotic appearance and...conflicting sort of garb did indeed help to differentiate her from the chintzy women that had made the bar their den. They practically screamed: "Gold diggers" from the looks of them, but they were irrelevant to the mission.

[color=708090][b]"Doin' fine. Not as fine as you look though."[/b][/color] he said, with what could be one of the most pathetic passes at a woman that could have been heard in...like, two lifetimes if you counted Sajan's card companion. No wonder he hung around such cheap women...it seemed Mr. Charisma had to buy his way into having companionship. Regardless, his seeming inability to properly socialize with the opposite sex would likely pose a potent piece for Sajan to abuse. More alcohol would likely loosen his lips, and given that he seemed to have reacted very little to her presence as a Card Master, it could be presumed that that sort of "Sixth Sense" was being dulled by the buzz. Given how fond he was of cheap booze, perhaps something pricier would loosen him up even more...

That or whatever she wanted to do. There was a sort of...strangeness to the room though. As if the Card's presence wasn't exactly perfectly centered in it. Oh god no he was talking again. [color=708090][b]"So...where you from honey? Pakistan?"[/b][/color] he asked, with all the cultural awareness of a drunk donkey. Given his complexion and general facial structure, in addition to his broke as fuck japanese, one could assume he was American.
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[hider=The Delusions of a Desperate Damsel]
As lunch time started to roll around at Hideaki High School, a young girl with mossy green hair sat alone in a class of chatting students in class 1-B. Her food was bland, but nourishing, and her mind was much more focused on the fragmented whispers and hisses resounding in her mind. [color=66CDAA][i]"Hurry to him~. We don't need to keep the groom waiting."[/i][/color] it chimed in, only for the girl to rub her temples. Did...did she get a concussion from that fall? Yes, that must be it. Rising once she finished her lunch, she figured she'd got get checked out at the nurse's office before next period. Why did she even jump again...?

...Again...and again she would for him. If that's what it took to show her love then-

Snapping herself out of a doze just before she would have ran smack dab into a doorframe, the girl scurried out with her bag slung over her shoulder, shuffling to the nurse's office. Passing by, she tried to ignore the rumors some had heard of seeing her jump, while other snickered. She felt...small and pathetic. Alone and- [color=66CDAA][i]"It's okay~. These pretenders don't know what love really is. He promised he'd go out with you after that, right? Then just tie him up real tight and never let go~"[/i][/color] something hissed into her mind once more. Clutching her head, the girl was starting to get really worried and picked up the pace, the distinct sound of snakes buzzing in her brain. 
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