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Us lowly Whites are not worthy to be in such presence.

Having ALL the looking forwards to this...especially since I've never seen it....

Spoiler: Dem Imagine Dragons and being On Top Of The World

Spoiler: Hyadain no Kakakta Kataomoi-C

Don't really have preference for language on this one. If you can find/make your own english (or any other non-japanese language) lyrics that's fine.

Alright LETS DO THIS THANG!!!!
NUMERO UNO IS MOST DEFINITELY PROBABLY ARS NOVA
THAT SECOND PHOTO IS MOST CERTAINLY FORSAKEN'S...MAYBE
LETTER C..er, NUMBER THREE BELONGS TO LaRia AND THERE IS ONLY A LARGE DOUBT IN MY MIND ABOUT THAT
THE FOURTH ONE ON THE LIST IS DR_WIGGLZ, AND I AM 100% SURE THAT I HAVE A ONE IN SEVEN CHANCE AT GETTING THAT RIGHT
GOING TO SAY NUMBER FIVE BELONGS TO BEAU BECAUSE WHY NOT
Guessing that number six is Communist Red Hyuge's.
MISH IS NUMBER SEVEN YOURS? YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THAT BUT THAT'S WHAT I'M GUESSING
SO BY PROCESS OF RANDOM GUESSING ELIMINATION I'M JUST GOING TO SAY THAT EIGHT BELONGS TO ~PHOENIX~

Have a nice day.

[/url] Rian was not entirely sure how his request was to be received. In fact he was expecting some sort of rejection that would pain him as though jagged knives were going through his chest. In fact time seemed to slow as he awaited her response. It was during this time that her cellular phone had gone off and she promptly checked it. She held up a finger to him, a common mannerism that meant "gimme a sec", as he noticed a smile flash across that brilliant face of hers once more. Oh the anticipation of her response may have actually been dragging him closer to his death. As she put her cellular phone away, she looked over in Rian's direction and smiled. Oh how his heart was throbbing. ❝ Maybe um ... maybe this weekend we could ah, work togeth - together? Do you - do you have my number? ❞

Oh sweet merciful lord, there is a god in heaven after all. In this sort of scenario had his life been some sort of animation, his chest may have burst open and streamed out millions of not realistically shaped hearts, that was the magnitude of his joy. However the actual acceptance of his gesture had caught him completely off guard. He could feel the sweat forming on his brow as he was forming a response in his mind. "I-I um, do not Miss Mhenjer. Wo-Would you, um, perhaps want my number as well?"

❝ Yeah.❞ Oh happy day! It had ended up going so well. The two of them exchanged their phone numbers and Rian oh so jovial to do so. ❝ Well, it was - it was nice talking to you Rian. I'll um ... I'll see you this weekend? ❞

"Yes, yes you shall Miss Mhenjer." With her business here finished she had begun to exit the premises as Rian began to check his own items out. On her way out she turned back to face him and gave him a smile and a wave.

❝ Oh um, and Rian, you can ah, you can call me Pierce... ❞ Oh how he could die at this moment and be perfectly content with the life he had led. It was not as if he made it a point to not address people by their given names, he just had assumed that addressing them by their family name was only more proper. Having been given explicit permission though, that was a different matter entirely. He made a mental note to do such next time.

"Paper or plastic lover boy?" His attention was snapped back out of his fanciful wonderland to hear the snooty clerk speak to him. He was taken aback by his comment about him at that moment and quickly retreated from the topic.

"I have no idea what you are referring to sir. Paper though." With a smirk on his face the clerk bagged on his face and handed Rian his change. Rian bid the fellow a good day and began his stroll towards his abode, lost in his own blissful imagination.

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DAY 34​

Friday, October 25th, 2013​

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Brandon bounded out of bed ready and willing to get on with their grandiose recruitment mission of all fallen angels across the globe. Their party had grown so much in such a short span of time and he couldn't wait to do whatever it was they were going to do at all. The excitement of doing more of that today was great. It made him a tad restless and he decided to go calm his nerves a bit. Grabbing his tennis racket to go play he got out of bed and started his way up the stairs until he got onto the roof of the hotel. He wasn't entirely sure if going the roof of a hotel was actually legal or not, but hey, it was a fun place to be. He started bouncing around his tennis ball and hit it back and forth against the wall to just kill the time and let everyone wake up.

Richard got out of bed that morning rather early. Why? He did not want to be awoken by the stupid kid again. If he was going to wake up it was going to be on his own accord. After doing his morning business of personal hygiene he went downstairs to get some food to eat. While there he started thinking about this whole team thing he had gotten himself into. What was it about them all that actually convinced people to join? The only reason he had come along is because there was nothing else in his life and he couldn't exactly leave to go back to Norway when those possessed demon people had essentially sprinted to kill them all. Really this was all just such a bother to him. Once he had finished his breakfast he went to the lobby and fell asleep there, waiting for everyone to get ready to leave.

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Another day another successful angel recruitment. Brandon was feeling rather happy about all the new members that they had gotten to join their party recently and was thinking how cool it would be once they finally found everyone. He was also still really curious about what Buch, Adan, Lion and Brawler's powers all were. He really did enjoy the super power aspect of all of this. When Xana had finished talking to Buch about who they were and what they were supposed to be doing, the gang decided to pack it in for the night. Brandon grabbed his room key as did Wealthard and the two went to their respective rooms. Granted Wealthard got in the elevator first and closed it almost immediately as he got in it leaving Brandon in the hall. While he could've gone in one of the others elevators in the hotel, he decided to be proactive and get some exercise. After walking up stairs he eventually got over to his room and finally went to bed in it. After going up the elevator the lethargic man, Wealthard, found his room as well and went to sleep in it.

Sal had finally made it to Venice. Now that he was here he could finally go on his grand impromptu journey to Italy. He checked into a hotel that he would spending a few days in while he perused the city until his interest in it was satiated and he would feel the need to go to some different country. But for now, Venice was where he would be and as such he fell asleep in his hotel room.

[/url] After the young man had made his courteaus gesture the woman's face had flushed. Her rose cheeks showing quite clearly only made his already thumping heartbeat gallop along that much faster. Her attention seemed to drift from him for a brief moment and face towards the register. Her eyes had shifted back to meet his own and he only felt that much more nervous as to what was to come next. ❝ O-oh, well actually, I'm kinda done too ... ❞ Ah just the gentlemen's luck. To be denied an opportunity such as this was truly the work of cruel fa-❝ B-but, if you ah, wanted to walk with me to the registers ... ❞ Oh happy day! The mistress known as Fate may just be smiling down upon him yet. ❝ That would be nice -- walking together ... ❞ Oh could this moment become any more perfect?

His response was a tad delayed, for while such a perfect opportunity had presented itself to him, it had left him a tad unprepared. When his blissful thoughts were finally collected he responded to her gesture. "Wh-why yes it would be Miss Mhenjer. I would be delighted to accompany you." With that the two of them proceeded to go to the checkout area. It was a rather delightful walk as Rian had equivocated this moment to a glimpse into Paradise, as she slowly walked beside him.

A small smile had returned to her face as she continued to converse with him. ❝ So um ... How are the online classes ah, going for you? It's different. ❞

"They quite are." He sighed a tad before continuing, "though we are able to do them at our own leisure and while they do not take as much time as a regular school session, I cannot quite explain it entirely, but I am not entirely fond of them." He realized had he continued on with this, his dismay for the courses may become a tad overbearing on the Miss. As such he went on to find her opinion. "How are they faring for you Miss Mhenjer?" As he listened to her response a thought crossed his mind and exited before his mind could veto such a suggestion. The proceeding batch of words that had exited his mouth were something that he may regret based on their outcome. "Wh-While I am no savant in any particular subject, I am still rather well versed in most. S-so,if you were to ever ask for assistance from me, I-I would not be opposed." Oh dear lord someone shut this blathering fool up for he may just ruin everything.

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Brandon was rather excited to find out that Xana knew how to read German. Woo, he had managed to get something about a person right. Now that that was out of the way she actually began reading the text of the journal outloud, and what a read it was. Apparently this man had had a recurring dream sequence of some sort that seemed to be more like memories than anything else. In it there were apparently a lot of cool different people, one that kind of looked like the German book man himself, and there seemed to be a lot of fighting going on. Then there was like some general dude who totally got stabbed, and furthermore a chick...who also totally got stabbed. Weirdly enough it was by some dude with a charred face and could just go poof with black smoke stuff. When that reading was done Xana asked if the guy could speak, which he apparently couldn't. Then she asked if Dudemah could speak at which point Brandon heard a voice resound through his head. Weird. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on at the moment but he was seventy percent positive that it had to do with Angel stuff. Xana then offered to explain to the man if he came with them, but Brandon didn't see the sense in waiting.

He was about to explain everything about what they were and what they were supposed to do when suddenly some sort of unknown...thing, forced his mouth shut. Well, not so much forced it shut as much as it felt like Brandon didn't have any control over his mouth at all. When he finally decided that he wouldn't explain he felt control return to his mouth and decided to just go off and find everyone. Everytime he found a person he would just tell them that they had found their fallen angel they were looking for and told them it was time to go. When all was said and done the gang had all piled into their transportation and drove off to a hotel to reside in for the night. It would be there that the newcomer would totally get caught up.

[/url] The young lady let out a soft squeeking noise that rung in his head and fluttered to his heart. She exhaled deeply before bringing her gaze off of the ground and up to meet his own. Oh how beautiful and wonderful those eyes looked. He'd make a comparison to them but unfortunately brown was a rather hard color to make compare to something in real life...other than that they were the color of milk chocolate and that was rather delicious...these comparisons were going nowhere decent. ❝ Oh, h - hi Rian. G - good. It's a good morning. How are you? I didn't - I didn't expect to see anyone from school to be out. ❞

Oh her sweet melodic voice, how it sang to him. The stuttering in her voice just as well, it was as if she was an angel of some sort that had descended from heaven. It was at this point he needed to be sure that his next action was a proper one. If he had made a mistake in his move then it would ruin the whole thing and the young lady may break down into some sort of hysterics. He was about to proceed with the conversation when he noticed that a smile started to cross her delicate face. 'Dear God woman, marry me now.' It took immense gentlemanly willpower to not blurt out his thoughts as he saw it happen. Instead he tried to muster his confidence and continue the conversation as he was going to, "I am doing rather fine, thank you for asking. I do rather enjoy my leisurely strolls through town and I was rather low on nourishment this morning. As such I decided to purchase what I was missing." He jostled his basket filled with assorted fairly inexpensive food. Then dropped the basket for a second to grab the Reeses Puff cereal his sister, and himself as well, did enjoy. After putting it away in the basket he lifted the basket back up and continued with his own input. "Do you require any assistance with your current task at hand?"

He was not entirely sure as to what help he could actually provide to her, not at all. She seemed rather complete in her own task, and he seemed to have his own hands full as it was, but it still seemed polite to offer assistance. Especially towards a a young lady who may be in need of it...especially if that lady was Miss Mhenjer. "I-It would be of no trouble to me seeing as I am already finished with my own tasks." Oh how he could see a train wreck in his speech starting to form.

[/url] Oh what a dreaful morning this was. How was a man to have an enjoyable breakfast when such a problem vexed him. How careless had he been the day before to not notice such an obvious fact. Where he had noticed the shortage of his dairy beverage and even took the initiative to acquire such a beverage, he had completely and utterly neglected to take notice of how low their stock on victuelles were. How was a man to live on such meager scraps that were left in his abode. He would have to personally rectify this shortcoming immediately. Though he had to be quite intelligent on how he was going to manage such a task. As things stood, Mother looked upon his strolls and good deeds with contempt and disapproval. Furthermore he was going to have to acquire funding from her if he were to partake in such a grandiose purchasing task. Though with no such luck, he had decided to take the direct approach and confront Mother on his standpoint. He marched himself off to the room where Mother had been sleeping. With a knock on the door the young sir entered in and simply asked, "Mother, I shall be making a journey to our local grocery establishment once more. However this could only be possible if you were to provide proper funding for the task. So, I simply ask if I could have some currency?"

Mother had not even turned to face the boy for whatever reason. Instead it appeared to him that she was wriggling underneath her covers until she pulled one of her arms from the alluring blanket. Her arm haphazardly searched around for something until it landed upon a wallet on her nightstand. Shoving it over to him, groaning a bit and said, "don't get yourself hit by a car or someth- someth-" her groggy voice trailed away as the sound of her light snoring had returned. Well that was rather easy. With that ordeal out of the way he merely put on the proper footwear and left the house with wallet in pocket. He had decided not to take his umbrella this time as it would only hamper his carrying capabilities.

The stroll to the grocery establishment had been rather uneventful and as such, there was nothing to comment on. Once in there he had begun rummaging through the isles he had found great luck in finding the food and beverages he had been searching for. Stuffing the food into his basket and carrying a package of water bottles, he had nearly finished the errand rather easily. However there was one thing that fate had thrown into his menial task. As he was going to get the last item on the list, chocolate cereal, he had run into a young woman whose sheer presence made the world stop for a brief moment. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on. Her long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes had only complimented her already perfect figure. Oh how he had admired the woman. His initial reaction was to simply turn the other way and leave her be, confronting her would come one of these days, but today should not be that day. However, his soaring heart had yelled loud enough that he had no choice but to answer the call. He approached the young woman and said, "Good morning Ms. Mhenjer. How is it fairing you?" To start off with a proper greeting was all he could manage at the moment.

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Trump Card for Little Cup

Alright Alright Alright, hear me out on this one. There once was a wee lass who would mingle about her forum message boards and interact with the good people of said forum. However there was quite the dilemma she faced when it came to her own real life outside the internet. The problem that had vexed her was that she was unable to get a wink of shut eye. Not knowing what to do in such a situation, she turned to the good people of her forums for advice. Though rather than asking directly for help in this situation of just how to get some sleep, she decided to have fun with it and request a fanciful tale told often times to young ones at night time to assist her in her need to sleep. As such the community went in full stride to try and satiate her need for a story, though none seemed to be able to accomplish such a requirement. So one such boy on these forums decided to try and take his hand at it and write down something that isn't really witty and hardly constitutes as a gripping story...wait what was i saying? Um...Once there was a giant purple hippopotamus who could use happiness breath and then saved the world the end...Moral of the story, go to bed and finish that chapter.

[/url] The young man had finished his stroll not too long after his discussion with the Ms. Cel. Walking into the grocery establishment he was able to find the milk and check out rather easily. One such convenience of no soul daring the outside world was that there was no waiting times for lines such as there would usually be. When all was said and done, he had merely exited the establishment and made his way to his humble abode. Once there, he was greeted with quite the ecstatic greeting from his younger sister. She seemed rather jovial that he was in a state of perfect health and showed no signs of being infected by something. Mother dear, however, was quite displeased. She chastised him as to how irresponsible and reckless he had been about the whole situation. He was rather apathetic to the entire situation and merely brushed off her breatement and merely drank a glass of milk.

Once he had finished his class work for the day he had decided to check his email. To his surprise he had received a new message on the status of the school. How interesting it was that they had decided to continue all of the club activities despite such a terrible event happening around them. And how he was excited for the student council election. It was always a pleasant thing to see the students, however superficial it may or may not be, gain some sort of authority over the school and decisions that affect its students. When all was said and done though, he had resigned himself to his bed and fell asleep for the night.

Meanwhile on some other undefined point in the town of Candlewood, Evan had done Evan shenanigans while Torv did Torv shenanigans. After a day of the two of them doing their respective shenanigans, Evan offered his place for Torv to stay at, if he wanted to, for the night and then went to bed himself.

[/url] The young lady seemed to be taken aback by his introduction. She seemed rather perplexed by his name, probably running the course of thought that it was more meaningful than it actually was. Though her mouth also seemed to go agape at the mention of his educational establishment being Fortissimo. Did she perhaps get the wrong idea once more and be totally delusioned in the assumption of his "obvious" wealth?

"I go to Fortissimo too."

Ah, well that seemed to be a much more likeable response to him. Interesting though, how he did not seem to recognize her. She did not seem like the type of person who would be particularly invisible in a crowd, but nevertheless it was a new name and face to add to his memory.

"My name, is Cel." She answered. "It's nothing like your fancy upper class names, but that's it."

What an interesting name she had. He was quite perplexed that she had to stress her name was Cel and only Cel. This only made him come to the conclusion that either her real was much longer though she prefered to use a shorter handle to it for whatever reason, or her name truly was only Cel and that she was rather annoyed that people would constantly assume that it was short for something. Really both seemed equally likely and both piqued his interest in the same way. That was to say, not at all. "Well then, it was a pleasure to meet you Cel. Once more, I do apologize for our unfortunate run in and I do hope your head feels better. For now though, I must be off to go purchase some milk from the nearest grocery establishment. So if you'd excuse me," he gave a short bow and continued his stroll.

Huzzah for time zones Yandere-Yuno-Jaynabelle-Kawaii-Tsundere-Takane-Chan-San-Sama

Also hit me up with a dare.

[/url] The young lady seemed to be intently focused upon him whilst he was speaking. He found it rather odd truthfully. Was there some distinguishing feature about him that showed itself to her? Nevertheless, he had waited for the young lady's response while she still seemed to be processing her thoughts. Was her head truly injured?

"I was just headed for a walk." She told him. "I'll settle for your name, and maybe the name of your school, since you obviously are some high class rich kid, I'm curious."

Well that was quite interesting. At the very least he had not seemed to impede any sort of journey she was on. Though a stroll was not something he quite enjoyed to halt. However he was still interested in her calling him some "high class rich kid." In addition to how it seemed to be an obvious fact. This had not been the first time this had happened to him regardless. As such he decided to just...roll with it. "Well young lady the name that has been given to me from my parents is Rian Johnis, and I am of the Masterson family." Despite being a member of the "Masterson family" there wasn't any real weight behind that name. It was no different than any other name, other than the fact that others had found it to be a "fancy" name. "The learning establishment I go to is none other than the prestigious Fortissimo academy." He said this with a bit of remorse in his voice. He had used to be rather proud of the name Fortissimo had, but now it just seemed to be a name that was associated with curses and other nonsensical superstition. How he wished for all of it to just pass over. "Now that I have given you my name and learning establishment, it is only proper etiquette for you to give me yours Miss."

[/url] The young gentleman had rather been enjoying his stroll through the streets. He was pleasantly surprised to see other people still outside during these times, though some seemed more in a mad scramble to exit the premises as quickly as possible. Nevertheless the young lad did not let such things bog his disposition towards the day and he continued walking his way to the grocery establishment. Looking down for a brief period and closing his eyes for no more than a second the young gentleman felt something collide with him...a rather large collision at that. Stumbling back from the impact, he reopened his eyes to see what had caused such a collision. He saw a young woman on the ground who seemed to be rubbing her head. Oh that would be quite unfortunate if her head was severely injured, especially in this situation where any fault of the body could lead one to the condemned section of the hospital. He extended his hand to assist the young female get back on her feet but she seemed perfectly willing and able to get up by herself.

"Hey you little brat! You should really watch where you're going. Before deciding to ram someone so hard they nearly crack their head open."

The young sir stood there, listening to this pink haired wench speak to him. She seemed to be one of those ladies, the kind that thinks everything is about themselves. And the quite temperamental kind as well. Furthermore she did not seem to be apologizing despite the act that had just transpired was clearly both their faults and as such they were both equally responsible for the collision. Keeping his composure, a cool head and a neutral expression on his face he continued to try and be the bigger person here. "Right, I am dreadfully sorry for such an occurrence to happen and if you are indeed harm you have my deepest condolences." His voice was flat as he said that. He was indeed apologetic for the incident, but the lady's attitude was unbecoming and as such he would respond in the appropriate manner. She seemed to mutter something but the young man could not make out what was spoken.

He decided to try and be at the very least, slightly more courteous than he had previously been in his apology. "So, were you headed somewhere? Would you require an escort of some sort to your destination, or perhaps you would rather go to the local hospital to get your head examined for any damage that it may have suffered?" The latter of the two options, despite how it sounded, was not sarcasm. He had seen her rubbing the back of her head as if it had the pavement as well, and furthermore his own head was aching, so he was very much sincere in his offer.

I guess I shall just dare you to um...well crap I'm pretty bad at this stuff to think of soooooooo I guess I'll just take your idea and tell you to confess your love in great passionate detail to Peace and War. (and then of course send me the confession and response after all is said and done)

Gomen Jayn-chan
ToD to the next person~