[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/iqNYUzq.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=tan]Jiro Katsurou[/color][/h2][/center]
	Jiro felt a shiver run down his spine as someone addressed his idea by name.  Was this someone that had seen him riding the tank into the Black City, here to avenge the cause the rogue faction had lost so many for?  Someone with a vendetta, maybe?  Images of his death ran through his mind, the red stain of an entry wound contrasting brilliantly with is hair, and his face destroyed by the exit.  He braced and turned around, ready to meet hi-

	[color=tan]"Oh!  Sorry, President Tsugumi, I'm just a little jumpy is all."[/color]  He remembered tradition and made a quick bow to around waist length, then stood back up as the girl spoke.  From what he knew, there was an amount of conspiracy that surrounded the girl, secrets of a corrupted student council supposedly ran by her and bribed with cartons upon cartons of delicious, chocolate milk.  He let the thoughts go as she finished, choosing to keep the ridiculous questions to himself for now.  [color=tan]"Yeah, I just came down from his room.  He's on the third floor, right by the elevator... and that was your cousin in there?"[/color]  He shrugged and pulled the bottle of sweet tea out of his pocket, then held it out to Yoshino.  [color=tan]"He sent me down to get him some tea, could you do me a favor and run it up to him, please?  I've gotta wait for Shiro to show up."[/color]  The native shook the plastic bottle slightly, the yellow cap seeming to beg for Yoshino to grab it and make the swift delivery, though there was little in it for her.

	[@TheWindel][@Jedly][hr][center][h2][color=sienna]Aderyn Finch[/color][/h2][/center]
	With the school day over and the weekend just over the horizon, Aderyn Finch was prepping herself for some heavy grinding within Deep Ground.  With everything that had been flying around lately, namely the friendship between the Bruisers and Strykers becoming momentarily jeopardized because of an apparent dupe of the Black King, the entirety of the Internet had been engulfed in a firestorm.  Not even a week later, they were patched up like nothing had happened at all.  The Welsh girl shook her head as she landed at the bottom of a flight of stairs, it was all madness to her.  It was starting to look like someone was being backstabbed every few seconds to her, and an in-game powerhouse like her was a prime target.  She was barely anything to the infamous Eclipse Princess, but when she got up to that girl's level... well, it'd be quite the fight.  She laughed to herself briefly, thinking of the destruction two dueling Berserkers would cause.

	To her luck, though, she would be able to get a jump start on leveling this season, since the drama club wouldn't start meeting until late fall, the perfect time to get set up for a winter production.  It was at this moment she spotted her roommate and now-best friend, Masae Kanegawa.  She picked up her pace to the fastest her fragile legs would carry her; a moderately fast jog.  [color=sienna]"Masae!  Masae, wait up!"[/color]  When she caught up to the older girl, she was rifling through her messenger bag with haste, pulling out a flier for a new coffee shop just off campus.  [color=sienna]"This showed up in our mailbox this morning, I guess the post isn't dead after all.  You wanna check it out in a little bit?"[/color]  She handed the other girl the slip of wax paper and closed her bag, awaiting a response.

	[@Flamelord]