Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 10 (2/4)~~~December 30th, 2015, Thursday~~~Location: Evan's House~~~Mood: Confused~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan was just sitting down, eating his good old breakfast, when suddenly some gigantic sound reverberated through the apartment. ❝ JESUS ****ING CHRIST EVAN! What the hell was that? I thought I was going to die. ❞ He heard his good friend Ria shout after the large sound was over and done with. He walked over there chuckling a bit, rubbing the back of his head as he got there."Funny thing about that. Forgot to mention that um, I don't really ever use my TV." Now he had started going into a more matter of fact explaining tone."You see, I use these," he reached into the TV and pulled out a gong alarm clock, "as my alarm clock, because they're like really cool an all. Now this right here," he pointed to his TV, "is more of a shell of a TV than an actual working one. When I wake up, often times I will use some form of melee device to hit the alarm and have it go flying into this broken shell of a television unit. Since the thing never works I usually have it unplugged," with this he walked over to unplug the television."Now when sometimes I forget that or an uninformed guess plugs it in, the current or something like that causes all these clocks to ring all in unison. So um, long story short,sorry." He laughed it a bit off while Ria went with a huff to the couch. She seemed to check her phone and then suddenly her expression went a lot darker than before. Wondering why his good friend was crying she gave him the phone to try and alleviate his confusion. He looked at it and his expression went neutral. Evan wasn't the best a grieving nor the best at feeling sad, so he wasn't entirely sure how to feel at this news. Sophie Bennett, some rich girl who he wasn't the best acquainted with. Bryan Chambers, some guy who always seemed to be bright and cheery, a good guy it seemed. And Lucas Cygnette. That dude was some sort of badass butler man and Evan did enjoy that man. He was looking at Ria who clearly was not handling the news well at all. He needed to do something fast to help cheer her up. The girl already had enough bad shit happen without this already in the mix. His expression went back to a smile and he said, "well um,how about we go to the park Ria?" Evan knew he wasn't doing the greatest of jobs at trying to lift her spirits but he didn't exactly know what to do in this scenario. He'd just sort of walk it off and go about his business as usual, but Evan had learned over time that that was no ordinary person's response. He sneezed into a tissue first and got his outfit ready to go. With his now clean white hoodie on, he put on some pants to go over his boxer shorts and some shoes. When Ria got out of his bathroom she gave him his clothes back and he put them away. Not really sure what to do he draped an extra jacket over her and patted her on the back saying, "come on.Let's go now." The two of them exited Evan's place and went on their not so merry way to the park.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 26 (2/4)\\\///Thursday October 17th 2013\\\///Location: I'M IN A HOTEL\\\///Mood: Stranger Man\\\ Brandon woke up that morning completely unwilling to wake up that morning. He had apparently slept with his glasses on, again, and miraculously weren't broken. Heck he might've forgotten they were even there in the first place if he didn't make note of them at this moment. Adjusting them he sat up on his all too comfy bed provided by the really lavish hotel they were staying at. Alistair may or may not be a traitor, but damn the man has a good deal of money on him. As if to further cement this, as he was trying to force himself out of the all too great bed some Norwegian hotel worker entered the room with room service breakfast. Being friends with money bags really did have its perks at times. After devouring his food Brandon finally managed to get himself out of the bed before remembering he was also carrying precious cargo. Looking at his arm first, he then reached into his pocket and felt the wand still in his pocket. After feeling the wand there he then went into the backpack and saw the other two wands and the five boxes were still safely inside. He let out a sigh of relief at not losing any of the blades so far. He had a feeling that redhead would most likely kill them if any of these things were lost. Feeling it to be safer on his person, Brandon closed the bag and put it on his back. Then looking around he found his tennis ball and tennis racket lying next to the bed and exuberantly grabbed them. Bouncing the ball around a bit off the racket Brandon started wondering what he should do for the day. Clearly as they were now, training would be out of the question, which bummed him a bit (but not the rper ) and so he decided to go check up on everyone else. Leaving his room, still bouncing the ball around, he looked to see if anyone was up. He did notice that a door was open and wondered what was going down in that room. When he walked over he noticed a some of his good old friends in there. He walked in, completely without warning, and said, "hey Compadre, hey Jo." His eyes wandered over to notice a new figure in the scene as well. He looked Asian and like someone out of one of those boy bands that all the girls would swoon over. "Oh hello there Stranger Man. Is he a new guy in our group?"
BOUT 2: REBEL 5ACTION Going out now Richard held his blade out and spun it around before getting into en garde stance, thin layer of mist still covering his blade. The man appeared at his usual distance away from Richard and extended out his blade in his own en garde stance. The two got off the line and both lunged at the same time. The mystery man appeared to be going slower this time, and Richard was going faster than he had been before. The two locked blades in the center, neither one touching the other. Richard started pouring in all of his arm strength and the white mist flame on his blade started growing thicker. Meanwhile the mystery man was standing there, not caring at all about the effort brought upon by his opponent just stood there, arm unmoving. With a small smirk he ignited his own saber with a much larger white mist than what Richard was outputting and simply pushed his blade away before stepping back. The mystery man seemed to be perfectly fine with just standing there now, stretching out his blade and baiting Richard into trying to attack him. Richard knew that obviously this man wanted him to attack him, but there wasn't really any other option present for him. As such, mist covered blade an all, Richard went in, circling his blade and lunged straight at his opponent. His opponent simply parried the blade away and slashed through Richard once more. Standing right in the face of his opponent, the mystery man said, "you aren't done yet now are you?" Richard brought his blade back up and put it right at the neck of his opponent. The mist was igniting just as strong as it had been before. With a focused look Richard simply replied, "not even close." The mystery man smirked at his opponent, grabbing the blade and pulling it away from him. "That's what I like to hear. Do try and make this more enjoyable for me though."
BOUT 2: ROUND 4START With the next round underway Richard was starting to get serious in this fight. He had no idea the entire strength of the man he was going up against and no idea when of if he would eventually tire out. Because after all, despite the extremely bored expression on the man's face, he was moving and fighting with superhuman speed and strength. That had to have had some sort of draining effect on the man. Richard also knew that there was something about that mist that covered his sword earlier. For some reason it made him feel stronger than ever before, and if he was going to win against this man he was going to need to use that mist against him. Not to mention the more he used it, the stronger it probably would become and the more used to it he would become. He took a deep breath and looked at his opponent with complete focus. A thin layer of the white mist started coating his saber and he took his en garde stance, ready to go. The two sprang off the line, Richard did the same maneuver as last time, getting into the center and backstepping out. The man didn't attack immediately this time however and instead just slowed down and started circling his blade around. Richard started slowing down as well on the retreats, trying to create some kind of plan to find any sort of hole in this man's defence. The man, still bored looking, came in for an attack. Richard parried the blade away and went for a riposte at the man's head. The man, back stepped away from the mist covered blade and looked ready to end this round. When the attack finally finished, the man came in for an attack and lunged forward. Richard tried as fast as he could to parry the blade away but he was just barely short of touching the blade. Once done the blade passed through Richard and the vanished in a flash of white mist. Richard wasn't entirely shocked by the outcome, but he was going to have be even faster, even stronger the next round. White mist still covering the blade, Richard got ready for the next round.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 10 (1/4)~~~December 30th, 2016, Thursday~~~Location: Evan's House~~~Mood: Morning~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan woke up that morning feeling fully refreshed and rejuvenated...all except for the fact that he felt really cold and his nose was runny. He got out of bed, keeping the covers wrapped around him so that he wouldn't feel as cold as he had been. Turned out that he probably got a tad sick going out in that blizzard and was now feeling the after effects of his poor, yet noble decision. Evan got to a box of tissues and started tearing them out one by one. He shoved the bunch into his pocket and blew his nose into the last one he pulled out before going to go about a bit of a daily routine. Evan got into the kitchen and made himself some hot chocolate, hoping that it would help warm him up a bit. Then it was time for some good old fashioned breakfast making. Evan usually didn't have much but he had company over this time. Reaching into his fridge he took out a carton of eggs and a pack of bacon and set them down on the counter. After pulling another tissue and blowing into it and tossing it away, Evan washed his hand and got ready to go into work. He cracked open a few eggs and put them on a pan whilst cooking some bacon at the same time. He needed to make a good deal more of food, seeing as he wasn't just by himself today and had no idea how much Ria usually ate. But in the end he ended up making three plates worth of eggs and bacon and placed one down on the table in the kitchen. Walking over to Ria's sleeping figure he placed the plate on the table in front of the couch. Evan walked his way back to the kitchen area, all the while blowing his nose once more, and sat down. Good old delicious breakfast food always lifted the spirits no matter who the person was, and bacon and eggs were just that much better of a breakfast food than any that Evan could think of. He started wondering what he'd do for the day, and his mind wandered over to thoughts of Freya and Cherry Red. He was wondering if anything interesting was going to go down between them, though he'd probably find out sooner or later.
As far as I know, my school schedule ends when school ends except during the winter season. During that time I get to be like my lazy guardian of hellfire and fence. If/when that time comes i'll do my best to keep you informed on that fluctuating schedule.
BOUT 2: ROUND 3START It was go time for round three and the two were glaring intently at each other as they had been for most other times. The more they fenced the more Richard's disdain for this man grew. But what exactly was the man thinking? There wasn't much to tell about him from his expressions other than that he was completely confident in his abilities. The two of them continued their little stare down before sprinting off the line again. This time they both went off the line at high speeds. Richard however was not going to let him get in close for his attack. The two were about to meet attacks mid center, though obviously the mystery man's would be faster, until Richard stopped, stepped back and caused the mystery man to miss his attack. Seizing his opportunity to get in a strike Richard came down and lunged straight at the mystery man. He was having none of this whatsoever though, and put his blade over his head to deflect said blow away from hitting him. That had to be one of the largest displays of speed Richard had ever seen anyone perform. Richard went back and retreated trying to avoid any sort of follow up attack or riposte from the mystery man. The mystery man, however, just stood up and got ready for his next set of advances. Going forth, Richard extended his blade forward in a point in line stance to try and deter his opponents aggression. However the man tried to beat back Richard's blade, only Richard circled causing it to miss and then extended forward in one valiant attempt to get a point off on his opponent. However his opponent simply parried the blade away and the was went in for a riposte to finish it. Quickly though Richard tried to parry the blade, only he was far slower than his opponent and the attack connected cleanly without any interference. The round had ended and once again the opponent returned to his set distance away from Richard. Warm up was drawing to it's close and things would soon get serious.
BOUT 2: ROUND 2START The mystery man had ended up just sort of vanishing away from Richard, as per the norm, after the touch was scored. He appeared the set distance away from Richard and kept his glare on Richard. Either party seemed to be ready for the next round, both getting into en garde stances. Richard knew that he could do what he wanted these first five touches. He planned to go farther this time in terms of fighting length. For some reason thinking of going to a fifteen round bout entered Richard's head and the mystery man just continued to stand there blade at the ready. It was go time for round two. This time the mystery man lazily took a few steps forward. Richard decided he needed to warm up his defense first as well so he just sort of went with it. He started retreating before going for a counterattack, only for his blade to get beat back once more. The mystery man decided to not end it right then and there though, and he went in for a lackadaisical attack. Of course Richard was able to parry it rather easily...which was strange because by normal standards that was in no way a slow attack. Richard went in for his riposte only for the man to parry his blade back with little effort and continue his advance. Richard went in once more to pris de faire only the man to completely parry the attack all together and strike Richard through the chest. Of course the blade, just like the other six times, did no physical damage. The man shrugged and sighed before disappearing in a wave of white mist. Richard was almost halfway warmed up for this bout. The man reappeared the same distance away he had always done before, and got ready once more. Of course, Richard had no choice but to follow suit.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 9 (4/4)~~~December 29th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: Streets/Evan's House~~~Mood: Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} While seemingly reluctant Ria had finally accepted his offer of his hoodie. It was a good thing she did too because otherwise Evan probably wouldn't have relented on the offer. The two of them ended up leaving the gas station and holy hell it was freezing outside. But nevertheless Evan kept his spirits high and never said a peep about the unbelievably cold weather outside. Thankfully Ria wrapped her arms around him and that provided him with some warmth through the oncoming blizzard and the two merrily went on their way. Evan tried to coax some sort of light hearted conversation out of her, but unfortunately she wasn't too up for that. Regardless they still made it back home and Evan showed her around the apartment. Clearly needing a new pair of clothes Evan got changed into his sleep wear while giving Ria some of his for her own use. He through a spare blanket and pillow on the couch for Ria to use and said his goodnights to her. With all that done Evan sneezed and went for a tissue box. He was pretty sure standing out in that cold weather in nothing but a t-shirt was a bad idea but it would all work out in the end. He made some hot chocolate for himself, whilst getting another hoodie, a blue one this time, to cover himself up more. He looked out of his little kitchen area to make sure Ria was sleeping soundly and his ever present smile grew more. Through some means or another, Evan had been tasked as being her friend to see her through her great time of trouble, and that's just the man he would be right now. With all his prep work done he slipped into bed, this time not setting a gong alarm so he wouldn't rudely wake Ria up, and went straight to sleep.
DAY 26Thursday, October 17, 2013 Richard, feeling fully rested and rejuvenated, got out of be-...off the couch with some weird feeling. He didn't quite know what it was at all but he soon realized he was incredibly hungry. Why was he this hungry? Richard walked over to get some cereal and poured some into a bowl. After eating the contents of the bowl he made himself another one and after that another one and continued this until he realized that his new box of cereal was empty. Was he really that hungry? Richard thought on this for a moment when suddenly he remembered everything that happened yesterday. That asshat of a swordsman who came out of nowhere and went in a five touch bout against Richard. And what was with that man's ego, saying that he was the only one who could beat himself. Richard felt pissed thinking about the whole thing, and while he may have just stayed home for the day, he felt like he needed to go a practice some more. After getting on some clothes and picking up his saber Richard ended up getting in his car and going back to his abandoned warehouse. Once in there he looked around. Everything seemed perfectly normal, just like it always was. That was until a white fiery mist plume shot out from behind Richard and there stood his mystery man. That was odd, he seemed to actually have an appearance now, and a fairly modern one at that.The mystery man took out a wand from his pocket and turned it into a sword, pointing it at Richard nonchalantly. "Who are you?" The man simply shook his head and said, "that'd be spoilers." The two's eyes stayed locked until Richard got into en garde position. He knew what this man was capable of and even knocking him a tiny off that pedestal he held himself so high on would be enough for Richard. BOUT 2: ROUND 1START Right off the line, Richard sprang straight into an attack just like before. The mystery man simply took his lackadaisical stance and prepared himself for Richard's attack. However this time Richard just went for a beat attack, but regardless the mystery man pulled his blade away, took a step back and simply went in for his own attack. Richard quickly retreated but the speed from this man was far too great for Richard to contend with. Why was this man so fast? Because of that inhumanly fast attack Richard lost round 1 of their second bout. Though at this point he was just getting warmed up.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 25 (4/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: I'M IN A HOTEL\\\///Mood: Night Night\\\ Brandon and the motley crew had ended up going to a hotel for the night. Brandon was still curious about this Tempy girl and what was up with Alistair and her. He was apparently working with her but at the same time helping them. Maybe he was playing both sides? Regardless it was a tiring experience and Brandon, for one, was looking forward to staying in a sweet hotel. While tensions may have been running high against this Alistair fellow, he was nice enough to pay for them to stay at a fancy ass hotel. So obviously he couldn't be all bad. The only thing that Brandon was worrying about, in all actuality, was how the hell they were going to get any training done. Before they had been in zombieville London and had an empty parking lot to train in. Now they were in the middle of random Norwegian Hotel where anyone and everyone could see them do their angel stuff. Oh well, that was for another day. Brandon went onto his bed and was about to get some sleep when he realized there was something in his pocket. It ended up being the sword wand thing and he was thinking it might be an uncomfortable thing to sleep on. Looking at his arm and looking at the wand he was wondering what these sword things really were. Oh well, that'd be a useless topic to ponder on for another day. Brandon shoved it back in his pocket and went to sleep regardless.
ROUND 5START It was do or die time. Now or never to win against this mystery man of unknown origins. They were both already in en garde position and ready to go though there was something different about both of them this time. The man actually didn't look like he was half heartedly taking a stance, in fact he looked serious this time. Same went for Richard, though Richard was even more so different. The same white fiery mist that had coated his blade before returned. It was also slightly coming off his body now. Richard sprang off the line and feinted right then going straight for the head. Regardless of tactics, and a new found speed in Richard, the man simply back stepped away from the attack. This time however, he didn't just give away the attack or stand there. This time the man took the attack and went forward. Richard quickly started retreating away from his assailant and ended up going full speed backwards. He tried at a pris de faire against the man put he circled his blade away from Richard's. He tried going in for a simple lunge, but Richard was able to parry the man's blade way, surprisingly. This prompted Richard to go in for an of his own going straight for the left side his mystery foe. The mystery man parried the blade, went for an attack, but Richard went in and parried the blade away, following up the mystery man beat Richard's blade back which made Richard start retreating away from his opponent. But now after that exchange had taken place, something seemed different. The mystery man disregarded his stance altogether and just sort of stood straight up. He extended his blade forward and Richard took the opportunity to end it there and now. But then something even stranger happened. "Stupid kid, don't you know that," despite this sudden revelation that the man could indeed talk, Richard continued his advance. "The only one who can beat me," the same white fiery mist appeared around the man. "Is me." Suddenly the mystery man's blade was covered in a way thicker mist than Richard's and he took a slash at Richard's blade, causing it to go flying out of his hand. With one final attack the man slashed through Richard. "And you're not me." The bout had ended. Richard had loss, quite convincingly too. The mist around the mystery man started covering the man even more until he was enveloped in it. Then the mist had disappeared and so did the man. Richard had no idea what had happened, but he felt completely drained. A type of fatigue he had never felt in his life dawned over him and he tried to recollect himself. He still had no clue what had just happened and felt defeated by the man. He hobbled over to his saber and picked it up. He was too tired to do anything else for the day and as such tiredly drove himself back home. He probably nearly lost consciousness a few times along the way but nevertheless he had made it back home until he practically passed out on his couch.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 9 (4/4)~~~December 29th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: Streets~~~Mood: Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan, in the end, ended up hugging his good pal Ria since she seemed willing to accept it. He continued to wonder what was up with her since she seemed so down. The thought that she ran into Cherry Red crossed his mind and he wondered just what the man was like right now. A few images ran through his head, none of which were anything like the Cherry Red everyone knew. Regardless Ria had apparently been having a few bad days recently and that was just no good. She needed to brighten that mood up before he could completely drop the bombshell on her of what had happened. Doing it now would probably crush soul altogether...or turn her into some murderous killing machine. And as much as Evan liked interfering with people's affairs for fun, he didn't like causing friends of his emotional stress. ❝Evan, do you know some place nearby we could go to get out of the cold? I'm kind of soaking wet and freezing and I've been out here for some time. ❞ He started wondering on this. Despite a good bit of wandering Evan never really knew where he would hang out the most to avoid weather like this. Especially since he loved this great snowstorm. However Ria seemed none too fond of it so he thought of where to go. "Hmmm...I'd offer my place but that's not the closest nearby."A few choice locations popped to his head. One was the cafe, though he was wondering if Freya was still there, and her seeing him with Ria right now was a nono. The bar also seemed like a good choice, unfortunately he wasn't sure Ria would appreciate. Then as if being struck by a eureka light bulb Evan figured it out. "I got it! Follow me Ria." He ended up leading her to their local 7-11 because it was such a great place. You could get like anything there. He saw Ria get herself a cup of coffee or something like that and sit down. Evan ended up getting a mountain dew and some honey roasted peanuts. What deliciousness they were. He sat down next to Ria while she jokingly asked him. "Do you come here often?" "Only when I pass by," he answered with a slight chuckle. Then Ria grabbed a napkin and started tearing it up into little pieces. Clearly something was bugging her and Evan was going to find out soon enough. He was on the verge of asking her when she decided to spill her story. ❝ Yesterday I went to the movies alone. After it ended I was walking back to my car in the dark and got jumped. That's what all of this is from. Apparently it had something to do with Stephan, but he won't say why and now I just really don't want to go home. ❞ Evan none too fond of this news. Still keeping up his smile expression, though not as emphatic as usual, he absorbed all the details of the story. Finishing his soda and throwing it into a nearby trash can he clapped his hands and his smile brightened up. "Well then, I guess it's settled. You can stay at my place till this whole thing blows over. And don't even worry about any jumpers. They won't want any part of this." He pointed to himself, basically stating he would kick the crap out of anyone who would try to hurt her. He was going to make sure that his friend wasn't going to get hurt by some random asshat. "Now usually I'd say wait here and wait for me to get my car here, buuuut I've been told I'm not the safest of drivers and it's blizzarding outside. So since that means we'd have to walk to my place," Evan then took off his hoodie, leaving him with only his t-shirt underneath to cover his upper body,"you can use this." He held his snowed on hoodie out to Ria.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 25 (4/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: I'M ON A PLANE\\\///Mood: Well Shit\\\ Brandon sat down there, still slightly baffled by what he had actually said, but hey, if she was willing to play a game of tennis he wouldn't argue. Unfortunately she did not want to. Even more unfortunately, she did not want to hear anymore of what came out of Brandon's mouth for the next few minutes. Suddenly bandages from one of her deflated wings shot off and wrapped around his mouth. This wasn't any fun. Then even worse, they took part in a trivia game. Only Brandon couldn't participate because his mouth was covered. Bummer. Not to mention they ended up losing the trivia game. Double Bummer. He was pretty sure she was ready to kill them all or something, but then she struck up a deal. Apparently she wanted the girl, Joslyn (because there was clearly more than one girl in this group,) and she would leave them and tell them all the info they needed on the other three. Only because she seemed like an evil angel this deal clearly seemed like a bad idea. Regardless he listened to her reasoning for wanting Joslyn, which really wasn't informative in the slightest and watched as the cute sadistic evil angel girl left the scene. Really in the end all that visit accomplished was them losing the door to the jet. The jet eventually landed and before they left Brandon decided to take some of the sword boxes with him just in case. Picking five at random, he stuffed them in the backpack and left with the others. Brandon looked at the group they were and wasn't sure how exactly he felt about Alistair. The man was, obviously, in league with that angel in some way or another and he was no pushover either. Not to mention now he had his angel sword thingy ma bobber, so if he did end up betraying them with violence then the gang would be hard pressed in a fight against him. Regardless they didn't really have much of a choice considering the situation so Brandon brushed that incident off like it was nothing. "So Alistair, care to lead us to Heinrik now? Also what did um, what's her face mean when she said something about your last encounter?"
Evan Allen Walker:{~~~Day 9 (4/4)~~~December 29th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: Streets~~~Mood: Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~ Evan thoroughly enjoyed his conversation with Freya. She was quite the spunky individual and he knew fully well she was going to attempt to kill him if he did anything to interfere with her plan. Unfortunately he didn't quite appreciate Freya's little maneuver towards Cherry Red. Or more like he thought interfering with it would be way more fun. Evan, while a man perpetually happy, always lacked things to keep him occupied. His job was quite a lot of fun, but it wasn't that he was constantly active in. Just on off periods of school and every now and then when something big came up. While he did enjoy talking to people and rollerblading those weren't the only two things this man could do for all his life. Rather he found it fun to involve himself in other people's affairs, especially ones such as these. For now though he was just walking down the streets, completely and utterly fine. He put up his hood because the weather seemed to be increasingly more worse as time went on and people were starting to get off the streets. A man with a cast on his nose passed Evan and glanced at him. The man with the broken knows, once seeing the white haired man, became terrified and sprinted. Evan just grinned at him and waved a goodbye wave to him. Evan bent down and picked up a snowball. He did enjoy his snow. He casually tossed it around whilst walking through the town wondering his next activity for the day should be. That was until he ran into someone. ❝Oh. My bad. I can't really see anything in this weather.❞ "Nah it's cool." However after Evan looked back at his mysterious run in, he recognized the face rather well...despite it's bruises? That was off. Regardless it was none other than Ria. "Yo Ria, haven't seen you in forever." Both of his arms went stretched out to his side as if he was about hug her, though he figured that might accidentally cause her pain if the face wasn't the only place she was hurt. In addition his devilish grin from before was replaced with one of happy tidings. Now while Evan had every bit of an intention to get in the way of Freya's plan, for the fun of it, he wouldn't just outright say what was going on. Not to mention she looked quite bummed about something. "Yo Ria, you feeling alright?" Hopefully this would prove to be a great segue.
ROUND 4STARTIt was time for round 4 against this mystery man. He had already gotten three touches on Richard, seemingly effortlessly, and worst of all Richard was inexplicably tired. This was obviously going nowhere, but the fight had to continue. It was the mystery man vs Richard in a five touch bout, or so he was thinking, and so far it was three to zero in favor of the mystery man. Just who the fuck was he anyway? And why was he so incredibly strong? None of those really mattered, at least not right now. Richard got into en garde and sprang off the "line" once more. This round was much more pitiful than the last though. Richard wasn't really all too focused as he had been the first three. He went in for the head but the blade got parried. This time the mystery man didn't even attempt to give the attack up, Richard just kept going in for more remises. Left, parried. Right, parried. Feint left, strike head, parried. It was a never ending cycle of attacks and parries. This time the mystery man just shook his head condescendingly at Richard, looking down upon his weakness. It was about the twentieth time Richard brought down his blade on the mystery man's when the mystery man was finally bored of it. He simply beat Richard's blade and went in for another kill strike. But just as before the blade seemed to do absolutely no damage to Richard whatsoever. This made the score four to zero though, in favor of mystery man. Richard resolved he needed to get just one touch on the man before this bout was over. He would do everything in his power to not let himself get five zeroed. The man had disappeared and reappeared the same amount of distance as he had the other four times. This was going to be the final round if Richard couldn't get his act together and take him down. Feeling like he had recovered some stamina after that embarrassing round, Richard got into en garde and would let loose everything he had for round 5.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 25 (3/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: I'M ON A PLANE\\\///Mood: Well Shit\\\ Brandon was totally hyped about this angel of death being on their side. Why? Because he had a fucking private jet that's why. Like that was super hype an all. Before that though they had to get this angel of death, Alistair's, sword. Then a brilliant idea struck them. Why not take...all the swords with them. That way they could find out which angel was which aannnnnddd give them their swords there. It was a perfect plan with absolutely no flaws that any of the people who decided on it could think of. No way it could ever possibly backfire and blow up in their face. None whatsoever. After all was said and done the motley crew then got on the private jet and were off to Norway to find some guy named Heinrik. Brandon thought it was going to be so awesome. He rarely flew, in actuality, and was totally thrilled at the idea of having an airship to take them everywhere and anywhere...that is until shit went down on an astronomical level. The door literally flew open and in came a person. A young looking girl who had some pretty tiny wings. He was pretty startled by this and if not for the fact that she looked like she was about to kill them all he would probably even say that she looked a bit...cute. But the fact of the matter was she knew Alistair and even referred to him as her pet, which in turn made Brandon think of Alistair in dog form for a short bit. "So, who wants to play a game?" Brandon thought on this for a bit. Games did sound fun and usually were...except for fucking twister, who invented that body contorting piece of shit game? Also given the situation they were in he was pretty sure that this was in no way going to be fun for anyone but her. Alistair's comment on her personality helped reinforce that as well. Brandon scratched his head a bit, though keeping both of his sleeves covering his arms, on what to do. Saying either yes or no both had an equal amount of probability to get them all killed. After a bit of thinking and not really caring what kind of game it was going to be he said, "well I'm sure whatever you want to play is fun, but do you want to play Tennis instead?"
EvanAllenWalker: {~~~Day9(3/4)~~~December 29th,2016,Wednesday~~~Location:Cafe/Streets~~~Mood:Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} The man simply sat back eating his croissant, drinking his drank. Then something he was only slightly expecting happened. Freya just out right confessed to Tucker. Evan had to repress a laugh from this. Man this was a good conversation to eavesdrop in on. Tucker wasn't holding up so well either. Not at all. The man was clearly troubled beforehand and Freya just dropped a bombshell on him. What was this conversation even. Tucker was fumbling all over the place, clearly his smile on him waning. Evan could tell even only by listening. When everything was all said and done and that awkward mess of a conversation was over and done with, Evan was just smiling. He looked over at Freya and saw exactly what she had done. She poured some sort of pink drink in a vial into the coffee belonging to Tucker and gave it back to him. Only Freya looked absolutely out of it. And Evan knew exactly why. He did something that he loved about his rollerblades. He took off the wheels and the things that wheels were connected to all at once, turning them into just regular old sneakers. Putting them in his pocket, albeit they didn't fit entirely, he walked over to Freya. She gave him a look that if they could kill, probably would've. Not to mention she seemed frantically searching for a murder weapon of sorts. Regardless, Evan didn't care. With a sinister smirk on his face he whispered to Freya, "man what a bad girl you are."Smile never leaving his face he walked out of the cafe. Now he considered his options. He knew that there was a good chance Tucker drank that coffee, and if the thing worked like it was supposed to, then he would be swooning over Freya. Or worst case scenario he just died because the caffeine wouldn't work well with a love potion. Though he figured the former was probably more likely. He just loved to think of something like that actually existed. And the drama that was sure to follow would be exciting too. Though his thoughts started to flutter to Maria. It was obvious to a good deal of people that she had a thing for Tucker, though Tucker, for some reason, never seemed to be like the dating type. Now she was completely blindsided by Freya's cheat brew, so he wondered if he should help her. Perhaps. For now he just sort of roamed the streets.
ROUND 3START Richard was not fond of the man before him at all. All he did was continuously look down upon Richard like he was some inferior being. Richard got back into his en garde position. He knew this man was totally going to kick his ass for the third time, but he needed to get at least one touch off on him before he could accept all those other defeats. He needed to make sure that this tormenting mystery opponent knew that he was not a man to trifle with when got serious. And Richard was deadly serious right now. The mystery man, still in en garde just waved his blade, giving up the attack before either really did anything. Richard was dead set on winning this bout so much so that he didn't really notice something about what he was doing. Richard started moving faster than he had ever before, though not to an extreme degree, and his mind was trying to process all his different moves possible. The man continued to stand there not really caring about this increase and stuck his blade out. Richard knew that the man wasn't going to do anything just as he hadn't before. This man thought too highly of himself to react to Richard until the last moment possible. Richard went in, his blade now covered in some white fiery mist, and beat the man's blade away. The man seemed a tad surprised by this but simply retreated at an inhumanly fast speed, making Richard miss his attack. Despite that the mystery man waved his blade again and gave the attack back to Richard, prompting the now deadly serious man to come at him full force. With his white mist flame coated blade he went for another beat against the man's blade. His expression was turned into that of pure shock when the blades connected. The man's blade didn't move and inch from the force of Richard's blade. Simply mouthing, "no good" the mystery man deflected his blade away with relative ease and slashed Richard through the torso. Just as last time no actual damage was done or felt, and the man had disappeared once more. Once Round 3 was over Richard fell on the ground. He felt extremely exhausted for some reason. Way more than he should be given what he's been doing. His blade was no longer covered in whatever the hell it had been before. He was panting and sweating bullets before he stood himself back up. The man was standing a good distance away from Richard, blade still out, and giving him a disappointed look. Richard wanted to beat this man so badly. He felt as though this was a match unlike any other he had in the past. Recomposing himself Richard got ready for Round 4.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 9 (3/4)~~~December 29th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: Cafe~~~Mood: Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan was just sitting there looking at Tucker, totally planning on getting him a pair of rollerblades for his next birthday...whenever that actually was. Then Freya came over and Evan simply waved to her. She was, indeed, the same person that Little Baker Bro had been talking to yesterday and she seemed like a nervous enough girl. Was she gonna like, do something big here today? Evan stopped thinking on it, knowing that it probably wasn't his business and knowing that he could easily try and eavesdrop on them regardless. However when Tucker finished the call with Maria he seemed visibly upset, or shocked or something like that. Despite Tucker saying everything was fine, it clearly wasn't. Regardless with smile still put on his face, and one of Tucker's signature emergency recovery smiles coming up, Evan received the tap on the arm and waved to Tucker saying "see ya later than Cherry Red." Evan sat there for a bit wondering what to do for the day, sipping his coffee every now and then. Little Baker Bro was never one to hang out with him so he was out of the question. Though he was wondering how those audition things went. Evan thought he should've tried out, because a band always needs a glass harmonist, but he was sure that he would probably end up not even attending half the practices or jam sessions or whatever they were doing there so it was better that he didn't. Maybe he could hang out with his communistic friend. But he was probably doing something or other. Evan continued sipping his cup until he realized that the last few sips hadn't actually had any coffee in them. Feeling like he was done with the cup now Evan rolled over to the trash can and tossed the cup out. That's when it occurred to him what his day's activities would be. And it had nothing to do with trash cans. Evan rolled up to the counter, further away from where Tucker and Freya were as to not disturb them (though with rollerblades on it would probably be impossible), and got himself a green tea and a chocolate croissant. With the proper meal with him Evan rolled away to a different table now, though this one was closer to where Freya and Tucker were sitting. With his back turned to them he casually started eating his meal. Evan decided he would eavesdrop on the two, because he had nothing really better to do and people always had the grandest of conversations.
