[color=maroon][center][h2]Aaron Fletcher[/h2][/center][/color][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krky97Z.png[/img][/center]
	Aaron had sat placidly through most of the movie, occasionally munching on a piece of overpriced, over salted popcorn.  Believe it or not, he was one of the few people with the ability to make a bag of popcorn last the entire film, and it was something he was proud of.  Relatively, anyhow.  I mean, how many people can say they've survived a trip to a cinema and still had food left over?  His drink, on the other hand, had lasted about a minute.  For one reason or another, probably the popcorn, his mouth was as dry as a desert.

	Either way, the movie was almost over.  The antagonist had gotten his, the hero got his business done, the same ol' song and dance for a decent film.  Just as the American ran out of movie theater brand popcorn, he felt Emma's lips near his ear and blushed heavily.  He still wasn't quite used to how direct she could be, but he wouldn't complain.  As the options were sultrily whispered to him, the redness of Aaron's face could be seen even in the low light of the theater.  He lowered his voice and leaned over to his girlfriend, ready with an answer.  [color=maroon]"Well, I'd love to come over to your place for a little bit.  It'd be pretty fun, I think."[/color]  His reply given, the boy sat back in his seat and settles to watch the wrap-up of the movie.  Sure, he was on the verge of a heart attack based on all the different things that had happened that day, but that could be a good thing.  Rarely.

	[@KoL][hr][color=tan][h2][center]Jiro Katsurou[/center][/h2][/color][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/iqNYUzq.png[/img][/center]
	Jiro listened patiently to what the Eraser had to say, looking to make an argument in the Stryker's defense once he was done.  But, the more he listened, the more he realized that the guy was right.  The Black King had taken in new members, then proceeded to do nothing when shit hit the fan.  [color=tan]"You've got a point, but I try to stay out of the darker aspect of things.  Just wanna keep the newbies safe, y'know?  Bring it back to what the Sweepers were found on."[/color]  His two cents put in, clasped his hands behind his back and nodded to Shiro as he left.  The blue-haired boy turned heel as well, mouthing a 'good luck' to Asahi before returning to the food court.

	A short walk back to his position behind a cash register, Jiro stopped dead as a horrifying spectacle unfolded in the back room.  The manager of the place, the previously mentioned man of about twenty-five that was formerly a Berserker, was staring straight at him with a hunger.  A hunger to flex his managerial muscle.  Jiro knew what was about to come, and before the man could get a word off, the native strode into the back room and tossed the stupid, triangular hat he formerly had to wear onto the table.  [color=tan]"I quit.  I know what's about to happen, and I thought 'Y'know, I'll save my future resume and deny you the satisfaction of firing me.'  So, consider this hat my resignation, bud."[/color]  The brute of a manager, stunned by the insubordination from a cashier, couldn't formulate anything besides something along the lines of a confused growl.

	A moment later, he dropped down into a vacant seat at the same table as Shiro and whoever that girl was.  Putting his legs up and easing into the seat, the newly unemployed member of the Katsurou family logged into Deep Ground for the second time that day.[hr][color=tan][h2][center]Phantom Regality[/center][/h2][/color][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XcVYNVc.png[/img][/center]
	Chaos reigned as Phantom Regality logged in, his health finally recovered from the battle he had lost earlier to Eclipse Princess.  He took a moment to stand up and stretch his tired limbs, and leaned forward just as a bullet pounded the wall where his head had been two seconds ago.  The Necromancer took that as a sign to stop standing in the middle of a battlefield and scrambled into cover behind a planter on the side of the road.  [color=tan]"Fucking Christ, not even in the game for a minute and I'm already being shot at... I need to find someone I know..."[/color]  Making a sort of plan on the spot, he bit his lip and looked around for two corpses in heavy armor.  From his position of relative safety, nothing of the sort could be seen.  [color=tan]"Dammit, looks like I'm stealthing th-."[/color]  Suddenly, an Assassin jumped the planter with a dagger raised high over his head.  A rookie move, drawing back your strike for more power.  In a quick moment, Phantom had his short sword locked in the dagger's cross guard.  [color=tan]"Alright, why the hell is there an Outlaw Raid on the Black City?  Is two in one week really necessary?"[/color]

	The rogue, having the advantage of not being support-based, smirked slightly.  [b]"I don't know exactly why, but there's an EXP gold mine here, kid!"[/b]  That smirk was erased as the mage on the ground swung his foot into the sneak's knee and drove the sword into him.

	[color=tan]"That's what you get, dumbass."[/color]  Proceeding to stab his opponent into a corpse and subsequently bring his body back to life via Grave Digger, Phantom Regality stood up and held his thrall in front of him as a bullet sponge.  [color=tan]"Congratulations, you're useful now!"[/color]  The Necromancer then ran up the street, largely safe from ranged attacks due to the undead being under his control.  In the distance, he could see the bright orange hair that represented an ally, and picked up the pace.  Paper Moon was probably the only one fully capable of staving this battle off, aside from Arms Slave if he showed up.  Given his situation, Phantom doubted he would any time soon.

	[@Jedly][@Lucius Cypher]