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[color=#008b45][H2]ASAHI GOROSHI[/H2][/color][/center]

Asahi was honestly surprised to see Yuuno. He had been thinking about her ever since they went out for pizza, and yet here she was, in the flesh, and Asahi didn't know what to say. What could he really say? That's he's a changed man now? That he'll stop being a thug? He wanted too, he really did... But if this situation was any indication, it wasn't going to be that easy to get away from his past. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, fighting is his life. In DGO or in the real world. And even if he wanted to get away from it, he can't deny that he needs it. He's made too many enemies, and now that he knows the Sweepers are fighting against each other, he was going to find more trouble in his future. Everyone was. Part of him wished Yuuno didn't arrive. He didn't want her to see him like this, in this pethatic, defenseless state. This wasn't the look of a changed man. This was a boy who realized just how big the world was, and how little it cared for him.

Fortunately something did come to break the silence in the form of Jiro, otherwise known as Phantom Regality. Gave Asahi a cup of water, which he drank immediately. [color=00a651]"Thank you."[/color] He started talking about the school festival and that the White Guild was going to do a maid cafe. Immediately Asahi's thought went dark; he had plans to attack them, to sabotage their operations and even use Eris's own private military company against her. Despite being bed ridden and knocked out, Asahi already knew she defected to the Ivory Masks. Part of him hated her for that, but another understood why. It wasn't as if the Ebony Strykers tried very hard to gain her favor, and his actions did little to help. But she was still a traitor and no better than Asahi. If anything, what she did was worse. At least Asahi was loyal, whereas Eris left just because she disagreed with her allies and her violent means to change them didn't work. Sufficient to say, he had conflicting feelings that fed his dark desire to see her destroyed, and everything she loved in ruins.

But glancing at Yuuno, Asahi knew that it was these sort of thoughts that were only going to bring ruin and peril. It was bitter to say the least; Asahi was never one to back down from a fight, especially not against a hated enemy, but there were better ways to challenge her then what he was thinking. He was suppose to be better than he was before, morally. Letting out a soft sigh Asahi looked at Jiro. [color=00a651]"Maid cafe huh? I remember That... Kinda a White Guild Staple. Never y hung out at festivals though. We, we have to do something, eh?"[/color] Asahi tried to think of what they could do. Though he's trying to make better friends, he still had his old posse and their coordinated dance routine. If he can, he could try and gather his people together for a show of some sort. But he wasn't in any state to so much as walk, let alone dance. And the festival was going to happen soon too... Well, it was an idea at least.

All this thinking was making Asahi tired, which really made him feel pathetic. Laughing it off, Asahi turned towards Jiro. His breath was heavy, and it seemed like simply talking was a tiresome thing to do. Mostly due to the medicine in his system making sure he doesn't do anything strenuous to hurt himself. [color=00a651]"I have an idea. Can't really talk right now... Find Shiro and bring him here, okay? We could talk together. Bring friends."[/color] Glancing at Yuuno, Asahi gulped. He didn't want to send her away, but he was kinda nervous. What could he talk to her about? Asahi still didn't know, so he tried to distract himself. [color=00a651]"Ah... Jiro, I think there's a vending machine down at the waiting room. Could you get me the lemon sweet tea? I'll pay you back."[/color] Asahi gave Jiro a silent look. That stare that meant more than the words did. A voiceless message that hopefully Jiro's shonen empathy could understand, unless his head was as dense as a protagonist's. Asahi hoped not.

[i][color=00a651]"Give me and this girl some privacy would ya?"[/color][/i]

[@Mega Birb][@KoL]

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[color=#cd2626][H2]RETSU GOROSHI[/H2][/color][/center]

Looking over to her partner in crime, Retsu had to admit, Kanbaru pulled off the look well. Retsu could conceivably pass off as a hispanic girl from a distance, but Retsu was paranoid when this stranger walked up to her all casually and started talking to her. [color=cd2626]"Si señorita. Vamos ala a Chiyo casa. Todos te esperando."[/color] Retsu held out her bag, also containing cleaning tools. But also hidden in some of the cleaning fluid and soaps were the spying equipment Retsu intended to use. She led the maid to a white van, which would take them to a large home where other foreign house cleaners were at. There Retsu and Kanbaru would meet up with others actual maids that Chiyo had hired to clean her home, including the contact that Retsu had that would "cover" her and Kanbaru, claiming them to be her nieces visiting and hoping to get admittance into Purple Crown one day. For now however, they needed to earn their keep.

As the two rode to the house, Retsu chatted a little with Kanbaru. [color=cd2626]"So I have to ask, Otoko-san, are you as curious about Moon Rider as I am? As resourceful as we both are, we still haven't truly found out her real identity..."[/color] Of course all evidence pointed towards Yoshino. They have since day one. But Retsu needed validation. She wanted to know if the girl she fell for is the same one who leads the Ebony Strykers. It was nagging her ever since she confessed her feelings, and Retsu had been trying to come to terms with them. Reason out why she felt like this, justify it. That night Retsu wasn't sure what to tell Yoshino when she admitted her true feelings, and even now she didn't. And Retsu didn't like not knowing. So Retsu felt if she could at least think that Yoshino and Moon Rider were indeed the same person, maybe that would help her sort her feelings out. Or something.

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