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Garrett Fisher

A bright light illuminated the booth and the woman emerged from it with oversized gauntlets. Garrett sighed-- he figured that she had some sort of punching champion's powers when she told him that she almost killed someone with one strike. Well, that sucked... He wasn't planning on having some sort of deathmatch with the lady.

"You're making this unnecessarily difficult," Garrett growled, narrowing his eyes down at the girl before him. "Just accept your fate!"

The man raised his arm, the blade that protruded from his forearm lashing out towards Vicki's neck. As he attempted to strike Vicki, he wondered why he had decided to kill her here. The next shift would have to go and scrub the tiles and cushions really well...

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Garrett Fisher

It appeared as if he had a peeper.

Garrett turned around, deadpanned as he noticed that the lady from before had caught sight of his exchange with one of his living shadows. He didn't notice that the kitchen was so close to her booth... He had certainly made a deadly mistake. His mind raced, his citrus-colored eyes seemingly looking straight through Vicki as she asked him the question. Why did he have to be so careless? He wasn't planning on revealing his powers to the rest of them so soon... He had messed up the entirety of his plans.

He swaggered towards the lady, shrugging as he heaved a loud sigh. "You know," Garrett began, his voice lower and deeper than it usually was. "It's rude to be spying on people. I'm going to have to kill you now."

Luckily, there wasn't anyone in the diner; the rush had ended and he could do as he wished. Within a few moments, the young man's body became cloaked in shadow, a mask forming over his features as armor began to cover his body. Blades protruded from the gauntlets that had appeared on his forearms as red eyes gleamed at Vicki from behind the mask.

"Any last words?" the voice that spoke was not Garrett's, but a deeper, more intimidating voice that echoed through the room. 

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Aelia Stark

The six of them went into the elevator, knowing what apartment belonged to the two strange men due to the kind receptionist in the front desk. Honestly, Aelia didn't know what to expect. She had seen most of these people from the local cafe, but now there were three new ones that she hadn't seen before. The brunette simply remained quiet, fidgeting quietly as the elevator took them to the floor.

"H-hey," the timid man beside her commented, appearing to be as nervous as she was. "Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?"

Aelia glanced at the green-eyed man. That was true; it was getting hotter. By the time that they had reached their destination, it was sweltering. The strange man with the longer hair had suddenly taken his halberd and swung it towards the room that they were supposed to go to, making the ivory door crumble into splinters. She gaped, eyes wide as she rushed towards the room, noticing that a battle was occurring within it.

"What the hell?" she yelled, throwing off the coat that was around her shoulders. Aelia, honestly, didn't know what to do in the situation. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but almost everyone was tossing out some sort of spell. She couldn't even charm anyone; there were too many people there!

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