[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lr2aPKL.jpeg[/img][h1]The PRA.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Sloane ([@Atrophy]), & Anya ([@FernStone]).[/right][right][b][code]The Halloween Festival. The Beach Bar. Cracker Island.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] [quote=Sloane][color=silver]“Hey!”[/color][/quote] Meifeng raised an eyebrow as this girl tried her damnest to get her attention. She said nothing, but Meifeng stared at her as if she was just [i]waiting[/i] for her to share what she had in mind. However, her face scrunched up, and she [i]very wisely[/i] talked to someone on her level: Trevor. [quote=Sloane][color=silver]“Please, join us. Oh. No. Anya. Our drinks. They’re empty. Oooh, yep, they’re both…they’re both empty. Anya, could you grab anot…another? Trevor will keep me company. W-won’t you?”[/color][/quote] "I would... but didn't you all say that someone is murdering ya'll!?" Trevor spoke in a thick southern accent with a shocked expression. "What if she walks off, and that psycho-stabbin' killer is there waiting for her?!" He raised his hand as if he was holding an invisible knife. "He'll be like bow-bow! Then she'll be like, 'Aaaaaaah! I'm getting stabbed! If only I had a hunky and handsome hero to stop me from getting stabbed to dea-'" To accentuate his point, he made some thrusting motions with the "invisible knife"; however, he was interrupted. "... [i]Trevor,[/i]" Cindy softly and sternly said. "She wants you to stay with her... So, stay with her." "Aw..." Trevor hunched over. "Well, I guess I'll stick with you, even though my heart, soul -[sup][i]and other parts[/i][/sup]- belong to your friend! I'm a superhero, y'know, and I could not live with myself if something happened to her." Cindy's jaw dropped. "[i]I almost projectile vomited[/i]..." Samson shook his head. [quote=Anya][color=9966CC]”Oh, I feel [i]so[/i] much safer already with you here to protect me. Why don't you go find some armour that can do the job?”[/color][/quote] "I'm[i] bulletproof,[/i]" Trevor said as he jammed a thumb in his chest. "I don't need any armor!" Leon laughed his ass off... for probably not the reason Anya and Sloane thought. [quote=Anya][color=9966CC]”Don't worry, [i]Meifeng[/i], I'll forget all about how you push us onto a junior- no, trainee, is it not?- agent when we were merely looking for help with a very murderous problem,”[/color] [/quote] "Trainee Agent... for the third time," Meifeng answered with a shrug. "And don't mention it." [quote=Anya][color=9966CC]”Well. Why don’t you join us too, and prove that you weren’t just trying to play the matchmaker? I’m not looking to discuss much business, but it’s only fair you get to know us after your immediate judgement of Sloane.”[/color][/quote] "Can't you see that I'm an [i]old[/i] lady?" Meifeng laughed, "When I sit down, I'm not getting back up! I have a bad back after all." "... Oh, you know [i]nothing[/i] about having a bad bac-" Cindy seethed. "Ssh!" Meifeng put a finger to Cindy's lips. "I'm comfortable right here. Why don't you three come over [i]here?[/i] It's more comfortable, and I get a seat by my best friend." Rain began to hit the bar in torrential collums... soaking Meifeng and her costume. She shivered as she raised her hand into the air. "... Good grief," She shook her head. "This is the second time the damn weather..." "This sounds familiar, don't it?" Cindy raised an eyebrow. "Yes... yes, it does..." Meifeng trailed off. "Emily G. Reed was here," Cindy began. "Which means her girlfriend Vashti Nour isn't that far behind." "Good grief, I'm trying to enjoy my time off here," Meifeng rolled her eyes. "Can't those two assholes just calm their tits for just one night...?" "Guess not," Cindy said. "Let's take care of that real quick." "Need a hand?" Maximilian said as he stood up. "Yes, yes we do," Meifeng said before she looked at Sloane, Anya, and Trevor. "We have to step out for a moment... Play nice. Or don't. I'll look the other way if you decide to murder Trevor." "Hey!" Trevor protested. "... Pineapple margarita?" The bartender said, sliding the drink across the bar top. The two women looked at each other, then the drink. Before, Cindy smiled as she grabbed the drink with both hands and presented it to Anya. "... Want a drink? On us?" [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/dmV1aeh.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/z52bQ04.png[/img][h1]George Nelson & Carol Doyle.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Ayrin Thorne ([@NoriWasHere]).[/right][right][b][code]Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Right outside the fight.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] ".... Well, well, well!" A big and boisterous voice spoke as his heavy footsteps announced his arrival. The big and hulking George Nelson walked over to Ayrin with a wide grin and crossed his arms. "Look what we got here! A nosy-bitch!" "... Yeah, motherfucker! Mind your business!" Carol Doyle slid from behind George, holding his red cape as she said. "You know what [i]happens[/i] to motherfuckers that use phones around here?!" George laughed as he stuck his hand out and said. "[i]This[/i] is what happens," He began, "[i]Give me your phone.[/i]" "Also, you stay out of this, you tall bitch!" Carol shouted at Jordan. "You will be three feet shorter when I break your motherfucking [i]knees,[/i] bitch!" [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/HW2M7pe.png[/img][h1]Shayton.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] .[/right][right][b][code]Cracker Island. Halloween Festival.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] "Hmph... annoying..." Shayton rolled his eyes as he examined the damage on the sleeve of his suit jacket. Despite his best attempts, he ruined one of his favorite suits... and lost his cane. That "kid" would pay for this. He calmly walked through the Historic District streets before pulling out his cell phone and dialing someone. [b][code]LUIS.[/code][/b] It rang briefly as he placed it up against his ear. "... Mr. Jakane!" Luis said. "Shayton," He corrected. "Potato-Patato," Luis laughed. "Who says Patato...?" Shayton rolled his eyes. "There has to be a reason why you're calling me, yes?" Luis said. "It was that "kid" again," Shayton began. "He approached me at the Halloween Festival." "Ah, the one that made [i]Judas[/i] squeal?" "Yes." "... I'm going to send Natalie, Vulpes, and The High Priestess to the island," Luis said. "We're going to have some men on the other side of the ferry keeping an eye out for him." He laughed. "We're going to make sure we get to the bottom of this," Luis began. "Right, Shayton?" "Right," Shayton said... before a sudden rainstorm overcame him and the island. In the distance, he saw raging storms, firey blasts, and other magic tricks. "... There's a fight going on here. I see fireblasts, and a storm came out of nowhere." "Well, who's fighting?" Luis asked. "It's in the distance," Shayton shook his head. "It has to be Vashti Nour... and if Vashti Nour is here, Emily G. Reed is likely here as well." "Keep an eye on them," Luis said. "I know it's your day off..." "Alright," Shayton shook his head as he walked into the eye of the storm, destroyed suit and all... Eventually, he came to the fight once he stepped through an alleyway. According to his suspicions, Vashti Nour and Emily G. Reed fought with three other combatants he had not seen before. So, he sat on a bench some distance away with serene tranquility as rain drenched him from head to toe. He watched.