Cstar, despite all your "ne ne ne ne"ness you were wonderful
Maddie my only complaint with that is that it was too short...your voice was just too amazing to be contained in longer periods of time i guess.
Forsaken, let those bells go Doki Doki in your heart and follow it to your love!
Midnight Star, absolutely jam tastic *dances in background*
Times like these during these songs like your Phoenix, really wish I actually had a lighter to wave through the air...despite ya know, probably burning my house down by mistake...
Fearless, the voice that could move all the KN goers hearts
Cal...and you were thinking you did bad on this, psha. This is just nothing of short of amazing!
HoT, that was an amazing start...meanwhile You're all far too kind to little old me.
The Hyped and Pumped levels i am feeling to listen to this KN (save for my own song as usual) are off the charts at the moment!
Ah libraries. Of course a fallen angel would be hidden out in such an establishment. Why was it so obvious that an angel would be here? Brandon didn't actually have a reason, he just thought that it was. Regardless somewhere along the line the gang split up to go hunt for their angel friend who was hidden away upon this never ending sea of tomes. Whilst searching for the man Brandon kept looking at all the different books. Feeling like a kid in an adult shop, he had absolutely no idea what anything meant. Despite his confusion he continued onward until he ran into a person browsing through a section. Walking up to him the boy cheerfully said, "hello. Would you happen to be a fallen angel?" This question was met with a look of utter confusion by the person. The person wondered if the boy was alright and did say no, and then just sort of awkwardly walked away from Brandon. This process continued for about two other library goers until Brandon finally found Adan talking to some guy. Wondering if Adan was on to something Brandon decided to walk to where the two were. "Hey there Adan, is this the fallen angel guy we were looking for?"
Brandon was chilling out in the lobby with his sleeping teammate Wealthard, when suddenly Adan came into the lobby. The wake up plan was already working. Woo~. Adan then asked the stupid question of whether or not Brandon hit the door with a brick. "Silly, you can't hit a brick with a tennis racket and expect it to go very far at all. No I used these," he pulled out a tennis ball. After explaining that to Adan, Compadre came over looking quite a bit annoyed. Dropping his bag, Compadre walked over to Brandon and wrapped his arms around Brandon again, only to rub his fist vigorously on Brandon's skull. The second time around didn't feel any better than it had the day before. In fact he was thinking that if this happened again, Compadre could very well injure Brandon's skull. As much of an exaggeration as that was, when the fist on head contact had ended, Brandon walked away, panting for air once more. He saw the newest guy, Brawler, walk into the mix. Well nearly everyone was here at this point and they were just now waiting on...well actually about half of the group. Once Brandon finally regained his composure, Wealthard, with an annoyed look on his face briefly awoke and hit Brandon in the back with a kick before falling asleep again. Time Skip 7 hours later Once everyone had awoken and gathered together they finally decided to leave Hamburg and go to where their AFC(angel finding compass,) told them to go. The car ride there was uneventful as usual, and Richard, as usual, had slept through it all. What was apparently a seven hours car trip had taken them all the way from Hamburg to Munich. It was in front of a library that the group stood, where apparently there next angel was to be found. Walking towards the library, the kid, Brandon, started enthusiastically walking towards it like he was going to- 'You know what must be done.' Richard walked over to Brandon and put an arm on his shoulder. When Brandon gave a confused look at Richard it was replaced with one of simple compliance. Richard was giving him a cold death stare, as if telling Brandon to not jump into the angel conversation again. However, the group still walked into the library to go and find their new angel crew member.
Evan had awoken to the sound of Ria basically telling him she was leaving or something. He couldn't really make out the details, but hey, he was sure whatever she was doing was probably going to be filled with kittens and rainbows...though that might've been because he was half asleep when he heard this. Nevertheless, only a few moments after Ria had left did he actually get out of bed and go think of more daily antics that he needed to get done. With nothing but his boxer's on and his white hair in a mess, he had walked over to his kitchen to notice the sight on the way of Torv just laying on the floor. He wasn't entirely sure where Torv had actually gone to sleep, seeing as he went to bed before either of them, but he hadn't entirely expected him to choose the floor. Torv was a man of peculiar tastes. Regardless Evan still just sauntered off to his own kitchen to make...you guessed it, bacon. Serving himself up some bacon and some for his good old communist revolutionary buddy, he put the plate down on the table next to where Torv's body lay. Going back to the kitchen he started to dig into his plate of bacon all the while thinking on things to do for the day. Perhaps he and Torv could try and get more work done. Perhaps Evan could go on some free spirited trek through the town. Oh, maybe he should check up on his friend, Little Vixen. Walking away from the table he went to retrieve his phone on the counter, and just went to text her. He wasn't actually sure how Ria was still dealing with Cherry Red, though he hadn't actually seen the two together at all recently, so he was sure it wasn't a good relation still. What a shame that was, the two of them were such great friends. Oh well, can't change the past (or at least not without everyone dying) so everyone just had to deal with things as they were. For now though he'd just wait for Torv to get up and see what he'd be doing, before planning his day any further.
[/url] Ooc: So hey guys, remember when I existed? ~New Look~ Dennis, the young boy who had seemingly stopped doing much after the death of Sophie and Bryan and Lucas. Sure he was a member of Oliver's band now, which he did think was really cool, but the death of those three still had preoccupied his mind for quite some time after they happened. Eventually he was able to brave the outside world on his own after much mental fortifying only to have a new threat on the horizon which forced the young boy into basically becoming a hermit. The whole epidemic situation with the lethal virus thing going around killing literally everyone it infected did not sit well with the boy at all. Dennis had stopped going to school when news of this lethal phenomenon started happening. Correction, he stopped going outside again when this news spread around. He stopped caring about school all together and stopped giving a shit about doing anything else that involved him being separated from his computer. The only reason he was still alive today was because the family friend of the Baker's, Evan Allen Walker, was kind of enough to deliver meals to Dennis with as much sanitary precautions as possible. As such Dennis was able to safely live in his blissful little bubble away from all the disease and death the world was trying to frighten him with. If he didn't go outside where it was all happening, he wouldn't have to deal with it. Granted, he was a bit bummed out that schools switched to online, seeing as he was rather enjoying his time not doing anything school related at all. Though the work was still fairly easy, so even with that there wasn't too much to complain about. Dennis had spent the grand majority of his day doing absolutely nothing related to school at all though. Really he was just playing video games and blaring music throughout his place, and was rather content with it. Doing that, however, made it so that he completely forgot he had school oriented work to do in the first place. It was around night time when he was making himself a burger for dinner that he remembered that he needed to do such work. With little time remaining in the day and a sense of urgency rushing into the boy's mind, he frantically went to work on all his classes so that he could finish them before the day's end. Having rushed it, he didn't really think he did as well as he normally would've, but he finished it and that was all he needed in order to let out a sigh of relief. With nothing left in the day to do, Dennis marched himself off to bed and fell asleep for the night. Evan was super thrilled to be doing work with his study buddies, no matter how much they seemed to dislike each other. He was positive that given enough time, the two of them would become the best of friends the world had ever known. But once more, that would take time and much bonding time between the two of them. Having done all the work they needed to do for the day Torv started talking about something about the virus and stuff. He was also going on about how apparently Evan was some grand revolutionare of the concept of...fun. Then he asked if he could stay the night which Evan gave an enthusiastic "yes!" to. With that out of the way he decided to see if Ria wanted to stay as well. "So Ria, you're more than welcome to stay as well for the night." After hearing her response, Evan headed off to bed, and decided not to set up his gong alarm due to company. However Ria's return here reminded him of how Little Vixen and Cherry Red were still a thing. Going strong as ever really. This Cupid's Brew stuff seemed to really work, and minus the fact that it did kind of wreck some social ties with people, didn't seem to have a visible downside. Before going to his bed, Evan went over and looked through his closet. While doing so he glanced over at his very own vile of Cupid's Brew quizzically. He really thought there had to be a downside to this thing, to either the user or the used, but it wasn't showing itself yet. Maybe it really was fine and he could just use it on whoever. Though the free spirited man's heart wasn't being swooned by anyone at the moment, and the only real reason he bought the vial in the first place was because it looked cool in the light. Oh well. With nothing much left to do, Evan walked himself off to bed and rested the night away. The good gentleman had done nothing remarkable or noteworthy today. He had simply stayed outside for the grand majority of it, trying to keep up with his studies. Just because the online curriculum was a tad rushed and as a consequence shoddy, did not mean that it was any reason to not use his most valuable resource, the internet, at his disposal. However, using different resources to help further his studies on subjects proved to be quite dull and as such the fine gentleman had just sat outside taking in the fresh air. He did wish that this disease that was spreading around would end soon, for it made life dreadfully boring and dreadfully dangerous. When the day had come to an end, the young gentleman eventually went to his chamber and fell asleep for the night.
Evan was glad to hear that Ria was totally cool with her having someone else over to help them with their assignments and such. Then she asked the question he wasn't entirely sure how to answer. Just who was coming over? Well of course Evan knew, he invited him over after all. But as much as the both of them displayed some deep rooted animosity of some sort towards each other, Evan still thought it was mostly for appearances. Regardless, even if it were for appearances it was still one she kept up in front of him and so he'd have to say it in a way that wouldn't get her to get upset with him. Unfortunately the door decided to take the opportunity away from him and as such Ria went over to answer it. "Evan Torvald's here!" Opening the door it was shown that Torv was on the other side, just as expected. And just as expected of Ria he received a tad bit of animosity in her response to the door. Ah it was probably nothing real though."Torv, so glad you could make it. As you can see Ria's already here so we can all get on to doing not in school school work together now." Ria went to go sit on the couch and Evan invitingly extended his arm out to Torv. Once situated he decided to do a bit of catching up with. "So Torv, watcha been up to these past few months?" Torv seemed to just scan his surroundings before continuing with what his answer. "Surveying wreckage. Rebuilding." His voice seemed to be really careful, like he didn't want anything to accidently slip. "That is all. I hope you have been able to continue with the revolutionary struggle of your lives. I cannot leave for a few months before terrifying viruses decide to spring up and declare their own war against the bourgeoisie ... " His voice trailed off. "I mean. That is-- h--how, how have you two been doing ... " Evan started to think on what exactly Torv meant by all those really ambiguous words, but he decided to not press it any further. Instead he returned his question by saying,"me, well I'm doing fine. Living the way I've always been. Free. Really this "hyper fatal disease" thing hasn't bogged me down at all." He looked over to Ria and said, "meanwhile Ria and I've been just chilling and being friends and...whoa." He took a double take before continuing, "and she has brown hair now." Ria seemed to be spacing out for a bit, which was all too apparent when Torv and Evan actually started looking in her direction. "I'm sorry, what now?" "Oh nothing. Me and Torv were just catching up is all. Also we were talking about your new hair," Evan started to wonder why Ria actually decided to switch hair colors, especially into a messy one such as brown (when rainbow was so much more awesome,) but hey, he wasn't one to judge. After waiting around a bit Evan went over to get some good old snack popcorn and poured it into a bowl. Putting it out on the table he then went "alright then, time to get our study party underway!"
Brandon had been having fun an all doing his tennis routine but things needed to get a move on. Going downstairs he went to go get something to eat, and eat something he did. Hotel food was always nice to have primarily because the fact that it was the only food he had had in the past few days. The last time he hadn't eaten at a hotel was when he went to eat at Adan's house and that was just some loaf of bread that may or may not have been past due. Even now he wasn't sure. Regardless he walked around the hotel noticing that...absolutely no one else was awake. Brandon knew he wasn't being an early bird in this scenario, if anything he was being late, but nevertheless they had a mission to do and that was one that needed to be executed rather swiftly. Grabbing his tennis racket and a tennis ball he started wandering around the hotel. Finding out where everyone's room was he decided to give them a little bit of a wake up call. Serving a ball as hard as he could, (though not the Ignite Serve) he smacked the ball into the door of each person's door thrice before moving onto another persons door. Wealthard had exited his room giving a Brandon a look that could probably kill a man...if ya know, looks could kill. Feeling satisfied with himself Brandon got all his travel gear ready and went down to the lobby of the hotel where he saw Wealthard...sleeping in a chair. The man could sleep just about anywhere.
I know the feeling Cstar...I know it all too well...
While it was one of the more important things in the young boys life, drawing was not the only thing he only did. What he did on his free time at home was play around with a paddle ball...because paddle balls are awesome. There was just something mesmerizing about the paddle smacking against the ball and just having it come back to get hit again in one synchronized rhythm. And when it became boring, well that's when one just added in challenges. Between using two at once, one on top of the other, doing miscellaneous things like dribbling a basketball, the possibilities were endless. However the day was winding down to its end and as such he stopped his paddle ball antics and instead went on to do something much more constructive. Playing horror survival video games and drawing things based on said video games. It was always fun to draw hordes after hordes of the undead just ramming forth at a lone man with nothing but a shotgun in hand and his own bravado to keep him safe. Oh how exciting these things were. Eventually though, the day had come to its end as it normally would and Emile was feeling tired. Eating his dinner and walking himself off to bed, he clothed himself in his magenta pajama clothing before going to drift off into the magical land of sleep.
DAY 33Thursday, October 24th, 2013 Sal woke up in his very average hotel. He didn't feel like blowing a ton of money on finding a place to stay in Toulouse, France because he wasn't planning on staying in it for very long. He was really just passing through the city on his way to Venice, Italy where he'd probably spend at most, a week there. Getting out a change of clothes he went and did his morning business of showering, getting dressed, and other things regular people do when they're getting ready for the day. After having some breakfast he then exited the hotel and began his long intrepid journey to Venice. He really didn't like the constant amounts of driving he had to do, in fact he didn't even know why he didn't take a plane in the first place. But then again it was still nice to be able to look at all the cities and areas he passed through on his way. In fact, he was starting to think of maybe just going to even more places after Venice was over with. Though for now he just hopped in his car and drove away. Brandon had awoken that morning kind of groggily. Despite feeling majorly bummed out about what had just happened the previous night with the phone call, something made him feel at peace at the moment. For some reason he felt it might've had something to do with a dream he had, though all he could recall from the dream was being in a field of white roses. Oh well. Brandon pulled himself out of bed and decided to just get a headstart on the day. Looking at the gear he had picked up he smiled. What with his new clothing that he got (which looked exactly the same as his old clothing but Brandon insisted that they fit better than the old ones,) and new set of tennis balls, and a new tennis racket. After so many ignite serves being done his old racket and especially his old ball were taking quite the toll, and as such he had to retire them to get newer ones. So he got dressed, got his new racket and one of his new tennis balls and started bouncing it on the top of the racket. He decided to go get some fresh air and maybe some more tennis practice before getting food. As such he went to the roof, because he figured it'd be kind of odd and difficult to practice in a parking lot and just generally outside the hotel, and he didn't want to wander too far away from the rest of the group. Once there he just bounced the tennis ball back and forth from the wall to his racket.
Through some defiance of logic the stunt Brandon had pulled off managed to convince this new kid whose name they did not know into joining. Though Brandon was not surprised at all. Not in the slightest. Turning his sword back into it's more manageable form to carry, Brandon let out a bit of a whoopie at the prospect of a new team member and he was ready to go do more of this stuff. After all that was said and done the gang eventually left with their new team member in tow and decided to get a move on to their next place of rest, which was just some hotel that Jun Tae hooked them up with at Hamburg. Over there he distributed keys to everyone as per the norm and they went to their respective room to sleep. Once there he was almost going to immediately get to bed when he started to hear a phone ring from a backpack he had completely forgot to mention he had for the most part. Regardless he pulled the phone out of his bag and answered it. Spoiler: Well that was a Phone Call "Helllooo, who's this?" "...Who is this? I could have sworn I... is this Cassandra Hansen's cell phone?" "Oh, so that's who this belonged to. Yeah I guess this is Cass's phone." "Can you put her on? Her mother is worried sick about her. I only saw her note and would have assumed she would have called me by now. New York is still like hell over here and we know she went to Europe and we are... you all are alright, right? You aren't in England?" "Oh, um, yeah we aren't in England anymore. Actually we're in Germany right now. But um, sorry to say this, Cass died. Got mauled to death by a zombie." "Wh-what? I don't think I- I heard you right." "What do you mean. One of those zombie freaks, or I guess more officially their demon possessed people, yeah one of those just barreled through a window and killed her." "Aha, did C-Cass tell you to tell me that? Man I miss her sense of humor... please just put her on the p-phone." "Um, I'm telling you, as much as it pains me to tell you, she's dead." And then there was silence for a moment. "Hello? Helllloooo?" "H-hi... sorry I-I'm still here..." "I j-just I... I..." In the background a "Sis why are you crying what's wrong?" could be heard. "Um, yeah...sorry, not really much we could've done. But hey at least I'm pretty sure it was painless" "D-did you get it for her?" "Get it?" "The d-demon. D-d-did you kill the ****er?" "I would h-have..." "Oh that thing. Yeah it was dead in like an instant after." "I-I guess I am sorry for disturbing your day... uh, um...." She took a breath before continuing."Cass' pin for her card is 2008... i-if you all need money to st-stay safe over there... she's got a lot of it... her job..." "Oh um, okay. Thanks. Well um, again, sorry to tell you about this, especially like this." "N-no... it-it's fine... I don't know if I ever would have found out if I didn't call... you all. You all stay safe o-over there..." "Yeah, you to in um, over there. Well, good night." "O-oh, Germany... time zones... good night to you too..." With the phone conversation over with Brandon hung it up and decided to actually get some sleep now. However now he felt really odd. Sure he didn't really know Cas that well, in fact they hadn't really exchanged much more than a few sentences with each other, but having to tell someone she was close to that she had died, well that was just a down right bummer. In the end though, as bummed out as he had become from that call, he had to go to bed. And so he slid into it and fell into a deep slumber. Meanwhile Richard fell asleep in his own room and Sal fell asleep in a hotel in Toulouse, France.
Brandon had been sticking to the sidelines for the grand majority of this conversation. Between Wealthard trying to set up what they were about to tell him and Jo's insane amount of stutter explanations, Brandon just couldn't get in a word. However once the explanation ended, the new kid asked a very important and easy to answer question. "And do you have any proof to keep me from believing that your all mad?" Though he really didn't even know what sounded so "mad" about this in the first place. Jeez how hard was it to believe that they were angels and stuff? Though Brandon knew just how to answer that. "Well ya see, being fallen angels and stuff, we get these." He rolled up his sleeve to show his golden wrist band, which then turned into Vis Vis. Holding it out he started nonchalantly spinning it around, "we've got magic angel swords. And better yet," electricity started crackling all over his body and sword, "we've got magic angel powers. And they're all really varied, I've got lightning as you can see, he's got fire, he's got fire, she's got fire, the possibilities are endless." Transforming Vis Vis back into a wrist band he simply said, "so are we mad now?" And at that moment the sound of a large global scale facepalm could probably be heard.
