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Richard glared at his mystery opponent, who was just standing there, not moving at all. It was one thing to be challenged. It was another thing when Richard felt like accepting the challenge. And it was an even bigger thing when he had the urge to continue with the challenge after the results were already clear. It was obvious Richard wasn't going to win, in anyway shape or form. At least not today. But something about this opponent made Richard want, or even need, to beat him. It was pissing him off, and he knew he couldn't back away. Richard got back into his en garde position to fight this man. The man, following suite, took his stance, drawing his blade once more.​

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ROUND 2​

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Richard blew off the non-existent line once more with his opponent, just as last time, not moving. Richard feinted right and then came left. The mystery man, however, was having none of that. Not even reacting to the feint, he parried the blade away with minimal effort. Richard started retreating when the man carelessly waved his blade around giving Richard the attack once more. This was one thing Richard hated about this man. His complete and utter overconfidence in his abilities. Richard needed to get a touch on his opponent and show him up. However offense was proving quite fruitless so he gave the attack back to the man. Sighing, the opponent, reluctantly took a step forward. Searching for the blade of the opponent Richard was attempting a pris de faire on his opponent, but the opponent wasn't having any of that either. With slow advances, the opponent beat away Richards blade at any given moment. The opponent lunged forward at an insane speed and stopped his blade before making any contact, meaning the match was still going on. However Richard was pissed at this act of pity and beat the blade to the side. Richard took a lunge at his opponent completely confident he was going to get the touch when suddenly the opponent did something insane. He retreated, fast enough to avoid the blade. That didn't seem humanly possible to Richard. Once in full extension, the opponent beat the blade away and slashed through Richard. No harm seemed to come to Richard at all and the opponent was just staring an unamused look at Richard. Before walking over and taking another en garde stance he mouthed something to Richard. A single word.

Weak.

Sol was continuing to fight all the monsters around him. He glanced back and saw that someone actually was assisting him now. Only it was the archer. Boo. He would've much rather prefered the swords lady to help him. Then he would have more respect for his helper...and he could probably still steal all the kills from her or something like that. The weird rolly monsters kept coming at Sol and he was laughing even more. It was too fun fighting these things. No matter how many he killed they kept coming back and kept thinking they had a chance against him. What a laugh that was. One tried to tackle him but was immediately impaled by Sol's blade. A second and third one tried the same thing only to meet a similar fate. However now Sol's blade was completely blocked out the bodies of the monsters. With a bit of neutral expression at first to this development a sinister smirk grew on his face and he had formed quite the idea. When more started rolling at him he started knocking them away with his monster covered sword like it was a bat. Smashing his monster covered sword against more of the monsters he killed many more monsters in a more comedic fashion now. It was all great fun until the bodies slid off the blade and the monster group was thinning out. He was reluctant to keep going on because he knew the fight was going to end soon, but he stopped focusing on that and charged into the remaining group to begin the finale of this fight.

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (3/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Outside Motel)\\\///Mood: White Suited Man!\\\

Brandon had indeed jumped into the fray alongside his crazy mexican compadre to assist the white suited man in the fight against the zombie people. Brandon wasn't really paying much attention to the other two as these undead freaks just started throwing themselves at Brandon. He simply swung his sword at them and lopped off parts of their bodies until they stopped moving. When he looked around he had noticed the other two had finished their respective piles as well. Brandon looked at the bodies with complete apathy towards them. Usually it would be pretty traumatic for someone to go around killing other people with a sword, but Brandon didn't really feel much towards them. He didn't quite consider them humans at all, in fact he saw them more as either obstacles or experience points towards his goal. Brandon thought his own thoughts on this were slightly fucked up but didn't really think anymore on that manner. He turned towards the white suited man who told them that they were impressive in a fight. This man seemed odd to say the least, but not like a psychopath or anything.

After the man introduced himself as Alistair, Brandon rested the blade on his shoulder and recalled what the girl with white hair had said before they left. That the magical angel compass dilly ma bobber was pointing towards an angel nearby. Brandon thought about this for a second before becoming the most blunt fallen angel in existence. "Nice to meet you too Alistair. I'm Brandon and these are people who I just sort of met. Anyway, you wouldn't happen to be an angel or something like that right?" This was truly the most competent display of verbal tiptoeing to the truth. If ever this group needed a diplomat then Brandon, by far, was probably tied for worst candidate for that position. Nevertheless he was feeling slightly impatient and just went with it.

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Richard was practicing his entire set of moves. His parries, his advances, his retreats, his lunges, circles, everything he could think of. It was pretty standard training and he was starting to think he might just end up going to a gym or something and continue to keep himself in shape and not just through fencing. He was winding himself down when suddenly everything started to go all trippy. His vision blurred for a second and he wasn't entirely sure where he was for a brief moment until his senses returned to him. When it did though, he was startled by what he saw.

There was simply a man standing in front of him. Richard stared at him, like he was seeing someone he hadn't seen in a long time. Though he was almost positive the man before him, he had never met him before. This feeling of familiarity was slightly weirding Richard out, but his senses returned to his serious state when the man made his next move. The man pulled out a wand that transformed into a blade and got into an en garde pose. Richard, usually one to not give a shit about challenges, felt an irresistible urge to fight this man. Something that told him that he had to take him down. As such Richard matched it and the two began...sort of.

Richard began by advancing off the "line" and went right to the man before him and slowed down a bit when the man did nothing...at all. He just stood there still en garde. Richard quickly regained focus and lunged straight to the mans right side. The man simply parried the blade and waved his sword nonchalantly, giving the attack back to Richard. Richard, obviously, took advantage once more only to have his blade beat back by the man. The man effortlessly brought his blade down on Richard and he thought it was all over then. That was until the man was completely not there anymore. He started wondering what the hell just happened. That is until the man appeared before him and urged another challenge.

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 9 (2/4)~~~December 29th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: Home/Cafe~~~Mood: Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

Evan was listening to what Tucker was saying and how he was waiting for Freya. Evan thought for a moment until he remembered who Freya was. Little Baker Bro was with her yesterday right? Regardless of that Evan kept listening intently to what his redheaded companion was saying.

"And it's been alright, been a little busy but everything's working out. How about you? What brings you here... in blades?"

"Well that's good to hear Cherry Red." At the second part he looked down at his feet and saw that he was wearing rollerblades still. He never thought it was odd because he was always wearing them. They were like his thing. "I've been doing fine thank you. Had a little late night fun last night but other than that it's been pretty smooth sailing. As for why I'm here well,"Evan took a sip of his coffee before continuing,"it's to get some coffee. And this is always a nice place to get some." Then Evan lifted up his feet and pointed at his rollerblades, "as for these, rollerblading is like the sweetest method of transportation I can think of.Better than a car, just a death trap waiting to happen. Better than a bike, because it'son your feet. And better than walking because you roll places fast. Normally people would think it's 'crazy' to go and rollerblade in the winter, but I just think it's all the more fun."

Resting his feet back down he finished his coffee and placed the cup down."So anyway, we haven't seen each other for a bit now, so how was Christmas for you?" He was rather curious about this all, he was also wondering if he had heard the news about Julius. But Tucker seemed like the kind of guy who, if he didn't know about it, would probably have a bit of a freak out when he did find out, so he wasn't going to press that topic. Though then the man had a phone call he needed to take care of, so Evan waited until he was finished with it simply said, "so everything alright on the other end?"

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (2/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To Vengeance!(even though he's not that kind of angel)\\\


Brandon really should've made sure that everyone was awake before giving his grandiose speech of motivation. Really it seemed one or two of them paid attention to him, maybe a third one. Well three out of four wasn't bad. Still he was glad to get some sort of clapping response from one of them. That motivated him slightly and made him feel less like an idiot. With that all out of the way the mexican man was now saying that they should probably make their crew bigger, which was one of the key aspects of his speech...or at least he thought that was one of it. Honestly Brandon didn't really know what he said aside from save Hana and the other two, and train like the dickens. At that suggestion from the large mexican man, the fragile looking piece of paper girl had pointed at a magic angel compass, one of which he completely forgot existed, and said that there was another fallen nearby. That sounded awesome. Hopefully it wasn't some sort of psychopath or something because that might end up just being a major letdown once they found him.

Before Brandon left he noticed one person, who had been rather silent up to now, grab a backpack and leave the room with it. That was probably for the best to grab everything and return it to their owners once they finally met up again. Brandon found the wand he had tossed at the mexican last night and picked it up and shoved in the backpack. Just as he was ready to go he noticed two boxes that seemed, while different, similar to the box his sword had been in. He went over to both of them and opened them finding a wand just like his and Hana's in there. He put one in the backpack and stared at the other one. Attempting to transform it into sword form it, obviously, failed. He was wondering what was up with these swords that made them so user specific but instead of getting anywhere he just pocketed the wand. Going over to his room he checked his bag for some tennis balls, which he put all of the remaining ones in the backpack and took a single racket with him. A duffel bag and backpack would get too cumbersome to carry, plus everything in there was stolen anyway, so he decided to leave the duffel bag. Grabbing a tennis racket he left the motel alongside the others.

Not too long after they left they ran into some guy who was carving up those zombies like it was apart of his job. Brandon wasn't exactly too fond of these zombies. In fact they pissed him off. They were the reason they were in this situation and he needed to win against them. They needed to lose. Forming Vis Vis in his hand and handing the racket to the white haired girl, and started walking towards the zombies. Spinning the sword he joined the mexican man and the suave white suited man in a good old fashion zombie killing spree.

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (2/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To rescuing\\\

Brandon was getting tired of his whole training by himself. Really he would've tried more and harder, but no one seemed to be willing to getting out of bed and outside to where he was. Either that or they were all talking about something without him. The latter just didn't sit well with him and the former irritated him even more. This was the time when they were basically at their lowest so if all they were doing was sitting and moping Brandon might actually kick all of their asses into high gear. Losing was never an option for Brandon. Never. He needed to make sure that they won this fight even if he only recently got involved in it. Because after all winning is everything. With that in mind Brandon decided to pocket his sword, though he before doing he thought it would be wise to check something else out. Looking at his arm a smile came on his face as he was delighted with the fact that it could do that. Picking up his tennis racket he started dribbling his way to the wrecked motel room.

Brandon got in there and looked around at their mismatched group of people. Really they were ragtag at best. But they had fucking angel powers so that made it all the better. However he decided that maybe a good sort of team pep talk would be in order. "Alright everyone, i still have absolutely no idea what happened last night, but I'm gonna assume that Hana and those two others whose names i never learned at all, that they were kidnapped. By zombies or some shit like that. ANYWAY. Point is we don't have our leader in red hair to help guide us on our journey anymore. But what we do have, is each other. We are all fallen angels which can only mean one thing! That we are meant to be complete badasses. So basically what I'm saying here is that we need to get our shit together and become even bigger badasses than what we already are. Now I might be new to this group, and heck, I know all ONE of you by name. Having said that I think we can all agree that we need to do our best to find our red headed leader and even more so, kick some...whatever the hell it is we're fighting's ass." Brandon was pretty sure after a certain it became less of a speech and more a ramble, but he continued on with it anyway. "Now then basically what we have to do is, is use some angel magic to find out where they are, or better yet, where more of us are. That way we can go in there and kick who's ever holding them up with some angel magic. But uh, like i said we basically need magic to find them since they could be in like hell or Wisconsin or something like that. Furthermore if we're gonna save them we need some more angel magic powers. And in order to do that we need to train, train and train. Now I might not look like much but I'm a tennis player. Even more importantly I'm a sports player. And while that sounded completely redundant it's basically saying, I know how to train every day and still get shit done. So we need to train and travel to wherever it is any sort of angel magic tells us where they are, each and every day, and become the biggest Fallen Angel Badasses this world has ever seen and...do what ever it is we're actually supposed to do. I still have no idea what our original mission even was anyway. But despite that, are you all with me in this rescue operation of sheer angel badassness." Again after a certain while he had literally no idea what he was saying, but hopefully it worked. His expression was now bright and cheery, full of enthusiasm, and was hoping that it would spread to the others. And even more importantly....maybe someone would actually train with him now.

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 9 (1/4)~~~December 29th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: Home/Cafe~~~Mood: Fun~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

Evan had woken up that morning to the wonderful sound of his alarm. And as with all the alarms he owned it was sent flying into his broken TV, which at this point looked like a grave site for all of his previous alarms. Evan didn't really know what to do that much for the day, but he decided that getting something to eat would be a nice start. After preparing his breakfast he then felt the urge to go to the cafe again, because no one makes coffee quite like Evan can't. As such he sauntered out the door only realize it was freezing cold. After wondering why he was so cold he started looking around the outside world to see if anything was different from yesterday. Looking down he saw at the ground he saw the now watery snow on his bare feet so he couldn't- And then it hit him. Of course it was cold, for the man was only wearing his boxer shorts he had put on to bed. Laughing at the silly mistake he had made he walked back into the apartment and decided to get fully garbed. Pulling out a white t-shirt and some blue jeans Evan was now ready to take on the indoor world. For the outside world he'd need something a bit more warming. Looking around he found a black hoodie and decided that would do the job. Normally he'd go put on his white one, the more liked of the two, but that had some stains on it and Evan was not going around town in a stained white hoodie. That was just never a good idea.

With phone in pocket and now fastening his rollerblades on the carefree man took the express way out of his house once more. Jumping out the window to his apartment he gracefully fell into a dumpster conveniently located right outside his window. Pulling himself out of there and calling it one of his best purchases ever, Evan then went around town to rollerblade it up. It was getting more difficult though with the whole warming process the weather was going through, making the snowy roads now just wet and slippery. Though with still relative ease he made it to the cafe completely unharmed.


Once there he rolled in only to be scowled at by the employees, again, and drew the attention of a few people who were in there. Not caring about that one bit, as per usual, Evan eventually got to the counter and ordered himself a black coffee. After paying for it he looked around and saw red. Red hair to be more specific. Rolling over there he sat down at the table and said, "Hey Cherry Red how's it going?" Cherry Red, of course, being Tucker. Though Tucker wasn't actually eating or drinking anything so Evan inquired, "waiting for someone?"

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Richard had awoken that morning still hating his dreams. He still had no idea what to make of them and they were starting to get more and more detailed. So much so that they didn't feel like dreams so much as they did memories. Then again he had a hard enough time what he did, much less what someone else did. Even more so because they all seemed to be happening in different points in history which Richard, obviously, wouldn't have been able to live through. The whole thing continued to annoy him but with his whole conviction to stay away from the strange, for he believed it had nothing to do with him, so he quickly dismissed these dreams. With all that out of the way he pulled off his covers and got dressed for the new day.

After eating his breakfast and pulling out his good old saber, he left home to go do some practicing. He got in his car and drove all the way back to his good old abandoned warehouse area, and just casually strolled in there. He wondered what this place's purpose was before it was abandoned but he quickly stopped caring. Once inside the warehouse he got into his en garde position and started practicing his footwork, because warming up your footwork was always a good idea. Once that was done he continued on with practicing his bladework and started "fencing" against people who weren't actually there. This was, most likely, how he was going to spend the grand majority of his day.

For today, tomorrow, tuesday, and thursday i'll be gone from 5 PM to anywhere between 10:30 PM-Midnight, my time. So 4PM-9:30 or 11PM your time. Sorry for not posting this earlier, but thought i'd mention this now at the very least just so you know why i've suddenly disappeared on those hours on those days.

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DAY 25​

Wednesday, October 16th, 2013​

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (1/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Training\\\

Brandon woke up that wondering still completely confused as to what had happened the day before. He had a bit of trouble falling asleep because when he did go to bed he was met with a large piercing scream that probably half the world could hear. But regardless he got out of bed and looked around outside. He didn't know what he should be doing here, in this scenario really. Again, probably because he didn't actually know what happened last night. Though he assumed that the zombies probably did something to Hana and the other two females whose names he didn't know, and all he had done was sit there getting tackled by them. No, even worse. He initially ran away from them. He had a firm resolve now. To get stronger.

Walking out of the room with his tennis racket, a tennis ball, and Vis Vis in wand form. He didn't exactly know what to do in order to further his angel powers, but he figured training would his body anyway would be as good a start as any to be just overall stronger. He started dribbling his tennis ball with his racket in his right hand, and spinning the sword in his left. He wished he could find some way to balance out both of these into one giant exercise routine, but short of slicing the tennis balls in half, he couldn't really think of one. So instead he tried to work on them individually...sort of.

He started bouncing the tennis ball of the wall while continuously spinning the sword in his hand. The goal was to see how many times he could spin the sword before he had to hit the ball back at the wall again. Though he quickly thought this exercise was pretty stupid. So instead he just grabbed his tennis ball and pocketed it, after which he set down his racket. He figured that learning how to use a sword would be the first and foremost thing he needed to get down if he were going to have a chance at being any help whatsoever. Granted with Hana gone, he didn't really have a sword instructor of sorts. But swinging his sword around a lot and trying to figure things out on the spot might just help him a bit. That way he could be like one of those people who becomes super badass because they don't have a defined sword style or something...okay that sounded to fantasy even for Brandon. Nevertheless he did just what he set out to, which was train around with his sword. If anyone were willing he may even fight them to train even harder, in order to make up for the weakness that was so clearly prevalent in the face of the enemy.

With not much left to do for the day Dennis had simply sat down on his computer and burned the day away on it. He was actually trying to divert his thoughts away from the audition because he knew he'd be worrying about it for a good deal of the night. Regardless of how well he actually did he knew he would continuously think he did something completely wrong or did something to make himself look stupid. Heck he might've made the world's stupidest expression during that time. It didn't help when he saw Oliver's post about the whole posting results later thing. With his nerves a buzz he walked off to bed. He wasn't entirely sure what he was even going to do once he got into the band, even if he did. The whole thing may have been one huge mistake but he was tired and had to sleep. And so he did just that once in bed.

Meanwhile in some other area of Candlewood a man walked around the street. His day had been rather slow, save for a good helping hand he had lent earlier. After that he had simply started walking through the city he was living in with a hoodie up. He looked at the snow on the ground with a smile on his face and made a quick snowball. Throwing it in the air and then punching it once it came at body height. He enjoyed the sight of the powdered snow flickering in front of him. The way it glistened in the air was just so pretty to him. He continued to walk through the snow covered city until something caught his attention. He glanced over into an alley way and saw a woman struggling against some man. It looked like he was trying to take her purse or something to the effect. The man with the hoodie walked over to where the struggle was taking place when the robber finally succeeded only to crash into the man with the hoodie.

Both of them doubled back a bit from the impact and the robber looked at the hooded man. With the hooded man just standing in his way the robber started hurling death threats and insults every which way until he finally got fed up with the man's intrusion and punched him clean in the face. The hooded man's head went in the direction of the punch but his body didn't move an inch. The grin on the man's face never left either as his gaze started piercing at the robber. The robber started freaking the fuck out at this. The smile on the hooded man's face was truly terrifying as he pulled his arm up and threw a punch at the robber.

Moments passed before the fight, though that would be giving the robber too much credit, ended. The robber lay twitching on the ground with a broken nose and a few missing teeth. With blood, belonging to the robber, covering his hoodie, the man grabbed the purse and returned it to the woman. She looked a bit frightened by the hooded man and his unwavering smiling expression, and as such ran away after giving a shrill thank you. Content with his civil service the hooded man kicked the robbers body on his way out of the alley and eventually got himself back home. Setting up his gong alarm for the next day, the hooded man threw his hoodie off and slipped into bed. He began to drift off to sleep, with that same unwavering smile on his face.

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 24 (4/4)\\\///Tuesday October 15th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To...what the hell happened?!\\\


Brandon was just waiting for the Officer to actually say no, seeing as it seemed incredibly irresponsible, and was quite surprised when he accepted his sword practice match proposal. He was also kind of surprised when used a pretty cliche phrase to summon his sword out. All Brandon did was make it become a sword by...making it a sword? He actually really didn't know the true mechanics behind how this blade worked but at the very least he knew he was going to have some sparring fun...that is until Officer Malone totally blew him off. Rude. Regardless he just kept looking at the group that was congregating and waved his hand to them. With that done he just kept trying to practice the handling of his blade. That was until something stupidly creepy happened.

He saw everyone evac into the motel room and wondered what was up...that is until he saw the ravenous pack of zombie people charging him...again. With them essentially bull charging him and outnumbering him greatly Brandon tried to run away but couldn't go fast enough. As such he was totally expecting to die, but instead they just sort of ran past him, knocking him to the ground on their way over. Almost as if they were completely disinterested with him they went to the room everyone evaced into and then just dispersed moments after. Brandon, slightly bruised, ran over to the room, not wanting to tempt fate with the horde, to see what was going on.

Once he got in there he saw that the room was totally wrecked and...there was something off. Hana and...two girls who he'd never learned the name of but was pretty sure they were there, seemed to be gone. He looked around and saw the wand, similar to his, just sitting down on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it not really sure what to do about it. He threw it a the big stab wounded man and walked away from the room going, "well I guess we have to go figure out what to do tomorrow. Honestly I have no idea what happened, so if someone could explain it to me tomorrow, that'd be great. Night everyone." Brandon's tone wasn't as jubilant as usual, and he just sort of walked over to the room he stayed in, still illegally, for the rest of the night. Wondering what the hell happened, he went to bed with questions in his head.

that sounds...adorable.

I WANNA MAKE IT RIGHT, THAT IS THE WAY, TO TURN MY LIFE AROUND TODAY IS THAT DAY. AM I THE TYPE OF GUY WHO MEANS WHAT I SAY? BET ON IT BET ON IT BET ON IT BET ON IT!

*Smashes Golf Ball into Pond*
*Has ****** reflection effect*
*Contemplates life*
*Becomes super sassy*

Sol, being the only one actively fighting right now, was relishing in all of the fun. He was giggling like a madman as these weird round snake tailed monsters started just bouncing around trying to beat down the group. Try as they might Sol kept avoiding them. He was actually trying to start to get a rhythm to fight these things efficiently, by himself. One leaped at him and he kicked it back while another one tried to assault him with its tail. Unfortunately the tail was soon on the ground wriggling next to weird round thing as Sol's sword swept through it. With a creepy grin on his face he punted that one into far enough away and ended up stabbing one that tried to tackle him through. With a devilish grin he continued his sweeping sword movements through all the round ball monsters. This was just too much fun!

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 24 (3/4)\\\///Tuesday October 15th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To Fun!\\\

Brandon looked over when he heard the car stop. He waved to Officer Malone when he was greeted and listened to the question given. "Yeah it was certainly different than previous nights, that's for sure." He chuckled a little bit and looked over at the room where Hana was in. "Yeah I guess so. Honestly though, this might sound a bit bad and all, but I'm pretty excited for this whole end of the world trip thing. Like I know it's not a video game an all, I know there are probably lives on the line an all, but it still just seems pretty exciting." Brandon thought back to when he went and evaded certain death in the face of three zombies and even more so when he got his sword, Vis Vis. He smiled longingly at the thoughts until he saw the other angel dude, Ababalon or something like that, walk out for a quick smoke. He gave a quick wave to him and turned his attention back to Officer Malone.

"So Officer Malone we're the two newbies on this gang so we're probably really behind on the whole strength level thing." He pointed his sword playfully Officer Malone, then realized that either made him look really threatening or really insane, so he pulled it away with a bit of a whoops expression. "Anyway, why don't we do some training so we can try and catch up. I'm game for like with swords or without. Plus maybe it'll help us awaken our angely powers or something. And that might be a way to get rid of whatever, uh, affliction you've got going on with the smokey smoke." Brandon wasn't sure about that, at all, obviously. But after learning about the fact that he had latent super lightning powers he wanted to bust those out as soon as possible. And the good officer looked like someone he could get in a good sparring match with. Even more so granted he had no idea if this would actually help him get the angel powers, but a boy could dream.

Dennis and Evan pulled into Studio Z and Dennis was not feeling like the most calm individual on the planet. He legs were shaking a bit as he exited the car and he was a bit hesitant to open the trunk to get his drums out. Seeing this clear sign of stage fright Evan patted Dennis on the back and attempted to calm him down."Yo Little Baker Bro I dunno what's got you so up in a nerve. I mean you're only auditioning for a band in front of two people so there's not much actual judging going on. Plus you already performed in a musical in front of a bunch of people anyway," with a smile still stuck on his face he continued, "so if you already messed up bad enough to be ridiculed it'd be across the entire school already." Dennis's expression changed into one of horror after hearing that, "so see, no need to be nervous." With that he gave Dennis a thumbs up.

Dennis was a bit at a loss for words after hearing that, but he responded, "y-yeah, I guess so." While at first what Evan said mortified him, he realized that there really wasn't much of a need to be nervous in this situation. That man had an odd way of handling situations while, granted, Dennis had an odd way of dealing with them. The two of them opened the trunk and started hauling the drum set into the studio he noticed that two other people had already gone before him and he was next in line. As such he and Evan walked in there, setting up the drum set until everything was ready to go. Evan, seeming a bit out of place now since he wasn't actually auditioning gave a quick salute and walked out of the room.

Dennis watched as the goofy man left and turned his attention back to the judges, Oliver and Pierce. Normally he'd be pretty nervous but thanks to Evan's odd "pep talk" he strangely felt confident in what he was about to do. "Hello, my name is Dennis Baker and I'll be auditioning for a drummer in your band. I'll be doing a cover of a song called Night Talk Deceive. Hope you enjoy." He made sure that he didn't use the song's not english name, so that he didn't sound completely stupid, though granted they probably had no idea what he was going to play anyway. Regardless he sat down at his drum set, twirled his drumsticks in his hand and started the song.

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After hearing the initial guitar part in his head he began bringing his sticks down on his drums and that was when the audition truly started for him. It started at an already fast pace, but the young drummer was more than capable of replicating it. As he continued on and still beat down on the drums his enthusiasm whilst playing started growing. While hearing all the lyrics and other instruments he couldn't hear the drums in his head. Instead anything that would've been playing in his head was being transferred immediately to his drums. While he was playing hard it wasn't quite at max yet. He was getting in the rhythm and once that refrain dropped so did any psychosomatic thing he had holding him back.

Everything about his playing started getting way more intense and had way more soul in it then it already had had. As that part of the song finished he got to the part where there weren't any lyrics for a brief period. While the song did slow down a tad for that part his enthusiasm certainly didn't. Once the part happened where everything stopped playing he twirled and tossed his drumsticks in the air, catching them quickly after and continued with the song as it was. Still putting as much passion into at his he could the lyrics in his head started up once more and the beat kept flowing through him. The song came to a brief pause again where he just twirled the drumsticks before going back to the beat. The song continued as it had before until it got to a more somber part only to pick up once more. The beat started getting more intense once more and he got back to that refrain part once more. As that finished he got to the best part. The drum solo part. At this point anything he wasn't putting into the song was going into it. His drumsticks and hands seemed to be moving as if there was no such limitations on them and continued pounding that beat out.

The solo part ended and the song was nearly finished, but that only meant to keep going as expertly as possible. He wasn't screwing up at all and he was totally not going to mess up at the final part of the song. With the song coming to a close he finished strong and twirled his drumsticks once more at the end of the song. He opened his eyes and didn't realize something until just now. He had his eyes closed the entire time the song was going. He was a bit sweaty and didn't realize how intense his expression had been when he was playing. He stood up, bowed, and said "thanks for listening."

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With that whole ordeal done he and Evan took the drums out of the studio and drove home. Once back home the two of them worked together to put the drum set back where it was before and parted ways. Dennis had no idea where Evan was going and didn't really care. The free spirited man drove the thing as recklessly as he usually did and it was a wonder he still even had his drivers license at this point. Regardless Dennis sat down at his computer and started just burning time as he thought of what to do with the rest of his day.