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[b]Interacting with:[/b] Via texts to Keats[sub]([@Lasrever])[/sub] and Brenna[sub]([@smarty0114])[/sub]
[b]Mood:[/b] Angry and seething → Confused → Calculating → Rude → Excited → Determined
[/center][hr]Lucas was positivily, seething with the remarks of Sylvia. She made a mistake there, for entering this contest still. Vargas was the kind of girl that stood out often and well enough to warrant some searching by his group. And of course, she was pretty bad at keeping low profile. She threw around her mommy and daddy often enough as a threat. Still, when she dropped her comment about him and Eliana, Lucas took a step forward. It took all his power not to go after her and hit her square in the princess’ face. It would take Gianna’s maneuvering, not raw force, to take her down. He stood back in line when Mrs. Lovelace explained the challenges ahead. A duel and a free for all. This would be easy.

When they were released Lucas did not go towards the polling stations immediately. Instead, he checked Delphina Times. Whatever bastard blasted the story would suffer. The name was… eerie. Keats? But why? No, it didn’t make sense. Keats wouldn’t post such a thing. Still, he figured he better confronted his friend. Maybe it was a joke gone wrong?

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=FFBF00]Keats[/color]
Yo! Need to talk, tell me when you’re free..[/quote][/center]

The text was short, but again, Lucas wasn’t the one to text long messages explaining his needs. He didn’t mean any hostility and, as Keats knew him well enough, none would be taken. He then thought about the tournament, as he watched how people filled in their forms. This wasn’t just some dumb fight. At least, not anymore. The arena, in a week, would be a battle zone. And he would need support in the final showdown.

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=powderblue]Brenna[/color]
Train well, k? I’ll need you in the free-for-all. Only when we’re both standing one can fall. Silver will fit you.[/quote][/center]

Rude, crude and harsh. Why would he type such a thing? It was because, as much as he wanted to deny it, the name “Brenna” still made him feel… strange. That wouldn't help. Nothing good would ever come between them. So he was hoping that through being crude, he’d stop feeling funny around her. Though he hadn’t really thought about how Brenna would feel about it. He didn’t have the time.

Approaching the polling station, he did get one more message. A Delirium night? Oh why yes, that would be excellent! Dellirium had this strange effect on him. He could let go, drink in abundance, dance with everyone not caring who it was. He even flirted with a score of ladies, though he never took it further than that. The attention was more than enough for him. Every night that begun at Delirium ended as a legend. A mythical night, half remembered.

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=FFBF00]Keats[/color]
Scratch whatever you’re planning for tonight. Delirium night @ 9. Know what, scratch tomorrow’s plan too.[/quote][/center]

Keats and Lucas in a bar in NYC. Joined no doubt by Gianna herself and Brenna. Lucas couldn’t imagine one person to make the picture more perfect.

Eventually it was his turn on at the polling station:
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Eliana Lovelace – I’ve said it before, she’s strong. Maybe on par with me. I need to challenge myself against mental power users, and she’s the strongest of them all.

Avalon Middleton – She’s one of the strongest Mayweather students present. A little friendly rivalry between the schools couldn’t do any harm, could it? Besides, everyone is waiting for this to happen.

Will Blake – Not only a strong telekinetic, I’ve heard words that he’s also a telepath. Which makes him not only the third dangerous person in Mayweather, but also a worthy adversary.
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Lies. All of it. He wanted to take down Lovelace so much and more now since Red Level. He couldn’t be sure, as his memories of the time were fragmented, but he knew she was in on it. She was, somehow, responsible for him failing. He wouldn’t believe anything else. So she had to perish, so he could prove himself that he was stronger than her. That he was stronger than the shattered memory she gave him. Avalon was Samantha's first lieutenant. Taking her down would practically declare that they won the war already. At least physically. She'd put up a hard fight no doubt, but he wanted that. He wanted her to break all her limits, to turn savage. He wanted to expose her as a hero without mercy, a super who wouldn't think twice to utterly destroy someone she didn't like. It was a Delphina Times story waiting to happen. Avalon was just as bad as he was, she just happen to go to Mayweather. Will... Well will was their bitchboy to Lucas. The kid would do everything for Avalon and Samantha. The only reason he would was because he could have Sam if he did it.
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[b]Location:[/b] Arena
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Leon[sub]([@Viciousmarrow])[/sub]
[b]Mood:[/b] Angry → Observant → Flattered → Worried → Resolute
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Amelia arrived just in time, but apparently it wouldn’t have mattered, as she noticed Sylvia strolling in. Amelia didn’t know the girl, but when she was done with Mrs. Lovelace, Amelia would very much have liked to step in and drain half the girl's blood. Hell, even her eyes mirrored her desire for a second. But she pushed it down again. Here wasn’t the right time. She would have done it if she was in Delphina. Her father would have defended her through fire. But she was in Mayweather now, and one wrong move would mean he’d get her expelled and enrolled in Delphina. On the same day so she wouldn’t even need to go packing.
 
When Mrs. Lovelace was done, Amelia sat back in a corner, thinking, and observing who’d she fight. She was new, and she wanted to lose. But then again, she had no doubt Mrs. Lovelace knew that. So she’d throw her an opponent that would just beat her up for the entire match instead of just delivering one strike and be done with it. The present Delphina’s were cruel enough in that. Especially the Ice Queen. She could only imagine the girl with an ice cold heart, uncaring for the suffering of others.

But then Leon made his comment. She turned away, so he wouldn’t see her blush. The older guy had done it several times. First she was confused, then she learned it was just his way of talking. In her mind, he called her beautiful. Though her father would have disapproved immediately: “A daughter of mine is not fine as hell. You are the daughter of the von Carsteins. We showcase elegance, beauty, pride and strength. Learn that and try not to embrace yourself any further.” In fact, her father would have disliked Leon quite a bit too. As head of the Wardens he was known to pass on the wrongdoings of others to teachers. Snitching, as her father would call it. She could only sit, blush and thank god that he hadn’t asked her out yet. She couldn’t bear to say no, but she’d have to. She’d seen it happen with rebellious cousins. One, a few years back, ran away with some guitar player. His band flunked, all businesses denied him the stage. When she didn’t return, they went after the family. The player’s siblings suddenly got rejected from college. Loans were suddenly due. They couldn’t borrow more money. All in all, the von Carsteins had nearly ruined an entire family until the cousin got back. She never stepped out of line again after that. She wanted to spare Leon’s large family that. So in an attempt to flee the scene she just stood up, swiftly walked past Leon whispersaying: [color=9e0b0f]“Thanks.”[/color] And went towards the polling station.

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Sylvia Vargas – I believe she should receive a lesson in respect.
Brenna Lancaster –
Lucas Farweight –
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She didn’t really have a real reason to fight the last two. Well, not a reason she’d want to share. Brenna was simply cold and uncaring. Amelia wanted to take her down, only to get her back on her feet again. Teaching her how it is to be helped. Lucas… Lucas simply had to be made clear he wasn’t the strongest in the room. Because he damn well acted like he was. She wasn’t entirely sure she could take the guy, but she saw him in the infirmary enough. She’d send him there again if he didn’t promise to back off from Eliana.