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“What did he say again?” A young girl asked, scrolling lazily on her phone as she held her coffee in her other hand. She took a sip and hissed. Still too hot...

“The big tournament’s been cancelled, kid.” her bat answered, fluttering about to and fro as he scanned the crowd.

“Oh, ok.” The girl answered. She shoved her phone into her pocket before anyone could yell at her.

“Can you at least pretend to be invested in this?” The bat shot back.

“Not really?” Jasmine answered with a shrug. “More concerned with how Jill’s gonna deal with it, to be honest.” she turned to her sister, who was currently barking back and forth with someone over the phone. Probably her agent? Jasmine never bothered to learn how all that stuff worked. Jill hung up and straightened her hat with a huff.

“I can’t believe it,” Jill said, with a demeanor that suggested steam might come pouring out of her ears at any moment. “This was supposed to be my big venue! They think that just because they have money they can do whatever the heck they want, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jasmine answered with a shrug. “That’s kind of how it works, sis.” She took another sip. Jill grumbled and sighed.

“It won’t be the end of the world for you…” Another voice answered. Isabella (or as Jill calls him, Grunkle Izzy) didn’t talk too much. But he seemed to know things. Enough to get Jill to calm down a bit.

“In fact,” Isabella said. “Things are getting chaotic… you might get the chance to show off after all.” the metric fuckton of hair he had was getting really bristly. It was one of those things that he did that creeped Jasmine out. The older man’s eyes turned to the front of the crowd.

“Press is here,” he said. “I’m going to clear out for a while. Keep your belt handy, Jill...” he promptly disappeared into the crowd.

“I…” Jill admitted. “I left it with Pit Stop.” Jasmine sighed.

“It’s fine, sis.” She promptly guzzled the rest of her coffee. “I can help out if you need me to.” Beelzebub promptly turned his gaze back to the cup. He pretended he wasn’t too interested in it, but his eyes kept darting back to it from time to time.

“Are you gonna finish that?” The bat asked. Jasmine shrugged, and tossed the garbage into his waiting maw. He gave a loud, hearty laugh.

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Isabella sighed as he took another long drag of the cigarette and exhaled towards the open sky. He missed being able to smoke inside…

His phone started going off in his pocket. A SHINING number. He groaned. Probably Ryu or some asshole from HQ.

“Yeah?” The Rider asked.

“It seems the tournament has been cancelled,” A warm voice echoed. “Truly, a shame.”

“Yeah,” Isabella answered. “I didn’t really feel like throwing a fight for our rising superstar, anyhow...” He heard a laugh in response.

“Your pride is admirable, Isabella…” The voice admitted. “But there is a more concerning matter to discuss. We have something of a problem on our hands… Some rather… shall we say shady characters in the area have gotten their hands on some of SHINING’s specialized gear. Get it back for us. Quietly.”

“Some poor fucks got their hands on a belt, huh?” Isabella said skeptically. “Wonder how that happened. I’ll take care of it.” He hung up after they gave him the location.

The half-demon fumbled through his jacket for his keys as he walked towards his motorcycle. Another day he’d need to spend the night forgetting…