[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Disc O. Baylor[/color][/h1][/center] Lights. No camera. Action. No camera... eh, Disc did not need a camera in the first place. A party always sounded nice to Disc. At parties, he could relax and drink some orange juice... shower people with pies... and perhaps spend his time putting lemons on glass cups. A party always meant a time to relax for Disc- And we all knew the above information is bullsh#$. "[color=6ecff6]OOMPH, UNS, UH, AH, I'M FEELIN' IT; [b][i]LET'S WORK IT[/i][/b], PEOPLE! COME ON! [i]F-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~L[/i] THE [b]B-UUUUUUUUUUUUUR~N!!![/b] [i]AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW[/i] [b]YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!![/b][/color]" If the disco ball above Disc did not pump him up, the very idea of him being in a party excited him. Boasting an endless amount of stamina, the man danced on a dancefloor he happened to bring out of nowhere, somehow attracting a fair amount of people to dance with him. He seemed preoccupied with dancing under the rave lights that shined upon the floor. [center]__________________[/center] [center][h1][color=ed1c24]Deathedge[/color][/h1][/center] Deathedge stood at a corner, drinking out of a cup of... water. Normal as usual, the white-haired man simply wished the best for himself during the party. He did not want to ruin the mood, so he decided to place himself a little outside of the main scene. The disco freak looked as if he were doing well, after all, and even more ambiguously twin-gendered(???) people began to roam around the place. [i][color=ed1c24]It's like I'm in Japan,[/color][/i] Deathedge thought, [i][color=ed1c24]even though Japan actually doesn't have this many "trap" characters in reality.[/color][/i] Deathedge did do his fair share of research before jumping to conclusions, so he was quite sure that under normal circumstances, not even ten percent of Japan's population was filled with bishounen people that confused others' sexualities. In a sense, Deathedge actually hated those kinds of people, mostly because he felt that they were wasting their own good looks. Oh, and no, he did not swing that way. At the same time, he never met a woman he actually liked romantically, because Deathedge knew nothing about those things in the first place. The white-haired man drinked his water with a blank look. For once, he did not look like he was about to murder someone. [center]____________________[/center] [center][h1][color=f26522]Sa[/color][color=fff79a]ya[/color][/h1][/center] Saya sat in her dormitory, nibbling on a small pack of chips she somehow found. [hider=...]"[color=fff79a]How are the chips, Saya?[/color]" Ilvya asked with a somewhat proud tone. "[color=fff79a]I figured you would like those, y'know![/color]" "[color=ed1c24]It's almost as if you were copying me.[/color]" "[color=fff79a]Shaddup.[/color]"[/hider] The girl nodded, continuing to eat the chips one-by-one like an inchworm eating leaves. She still had her blank expression. [hider=...]"[color=fff79a]Well, I'll be going out for a walk, Saya,[/color]" Ilvya said with a toothy smile. "[color=fff79a]I can tuck you up later![/color]"[/hider] The girl shook her head as she nibbled on the same chip she had been eating. [hider=...]"[color=fff79a]He he; Saya's growing up.[/color]" "[color=ed1c24]No, she just hates your guts, that's all.[/color]" "[color=fff79a]I will hang you with spiked ropes and and lower you to a pit of lava for twenty years if you say that again... again.[/color]" "[color=ed1c24]10/10, we got a bada-s over here.[/color]" The spirits- Ilvya and Duatos- left the dormitory together, heading towards the roof of the building to watch the skies.[/hider] Saya soon finished her fifth chip, and proceeded to nibble on her sixth one.