"Actually, I do," Eris replied to Yoshino, taking her gaze away from Aaron and back to the Student President. "I said that I would help Chiyo get better because I can see that she lost the control over herself."

"I'm sure that you know your sister better than anyone. I may even be wrong in my assumptions, but... have you seen her state during the Festival? It only got worse up to now. I'm... worried that no one pays attention to her, instead being glad to label us as villains when Chiyo clearly needs help as well."

"I need to help her, as a friend. But I have to disobey her to do so." Eris's voice sounded pained as she spoke. A notion that was further reinforced by how she unconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt. "I mean, how can I do what she told some of us to do? What she told me to do?"

"Chiyo wants us to threaten, no to hurt people out of Deep Ground. In fact, I was supposed to come here and... do it with you," Eris said, with her gaze fixed on Yoshino. "I cannot. That's not going to help anyone, just destroy more. Yet, I don't know what to do anymore, you are my last option to help her without causing more damage."

Eris looked down, pretty much bowing her head to Yoshino, without so much as a second thought. The fact that Aaron was there was forgot for a moment as she shut her slightly teary eyes and said, "Please, I beg you."

@KoL
There was something abou Eins… Cassandra would be foolish to mistake Eins as being similar to Eris. Nor should she let her guard down. Cassandra shifted slightly, taking a sip of her drink and watching Eins. “I am a healer, and I’d rather be near Eris” She knew that that was selfish, and that she would be better in the middle of the battle, yet… Cassandra had made some sacrifices, and maybe it was time to be a little selfish. She wanted to simply be there for Eris, even if she wasn’t much use.

As Eins lay a hand over hers, Cassandra looked to her, frowning slightly. She shook her head, gently extracting her hand from Eins’s “No, she isn’t too absorbed in her own world, and she isn’t fragile. She is doing what she thinks is right, what… what needs to be done, and that is hard. Not everyone would be cut out for it, Eins. And not everyone would do it. The simple act of… well, acting, is not easy. Your sister is strong, Eins. Stronger than you know” Had that always been so… or had that been after Cassandra had placed herself in Eris’s life, after… Eris had punched a mirror.

Perhaps she had made a difference. Perhaps she’d never know. Cassandra sighed, and looked aside from Eins. “You shouldn’t doubt you sister”

Butterfly's efforts proved to be fruitless as he was immediately countered by being thrown towards a car, crashing into it and taking a considerable amount of damage. Figures it wouldn't be that easy, Butterfly thought to himself as he attempted to recover from that bad start. There was hardly any time to do that, however, as Rampaging Tiger continued her rampage against Butterfly. At the moment, it was all he could do to block the kick as he moved to the left, her leg grazing up his arm, and she forced Butterfly to keep moving to avoid taking more unnecessary damage. She was proving to be a real hassle, if not an outright threat.

"Don't make me laugh," Butterfly responded to Tiger's last question. "If you really wanted to delay someone for the Blue City, you'd go for someone a lot more important than a lone straggler like me."

Butterfly created a [Bouncer] square just as he stepped back, launching straight up into the air. He created two more squares while in the air to launch himself behind Tiger, and then towards her headfirst. Instead of attacking Tiger right away, though, Butterfly merely shot past her, making himself a smaller target to try to avoid being attacked by Tiger. He rolled along the ground as he landed, then immediately went for a [Rush], feinting one straight thrust before twisting his arm in an attempt to slip his rapier past any guard Rampaging Tiger might put up. Butterfly followed up with a second thrust to her other side, not intending to let up the pressure.

Before Aaron had a chance to reply, Eris spoke forward about the condition of Chiyo. And from what Yoshino heard, the whole thing only made her resentment towards the White King more skewered. She may have had problems looking at people but even she could see there was something wrong with her half-sister; though she had been much too busy trying not to be die to pay more attention to it. At least someone was, that someone taking the form of Eris.

But it wasn’t all good news of course and what Eris said next made Yoshino’s blood chill. “You can’t be serious. Attacking people outside of DGO? That’s no better than what the Sweepers used to do!” the Student President snarled, a gleam of rage in her sights. “Damnit Chiyo, what are you thinking! You can’t just endanger student lives like that,” Yoshino muttered more fiercely to herself, curling her fists and glaring at her lap.

She knew Chiyo was dead set in getting what she wanted but this? This was…hold on. Maybe this had something to do with how she was acting lately. Eris seemed to believe so and while she knew Chiyo could be determined, she wasn’t that hellbent on ruining everyone’s day. At least not alone. “Of course,” she told Eris with a frown on her features. “But I can’t promise either of us won’t get hurt if we end up meeting each other.”

The prospect of attacking people out of the game was disturbing enough on its own, but even so there were counter measures being put in place. The one who would have the most control over the situation would be Retsu Goroshi, the girl Yuuno had been sent to negotiate with. But as it turned out, she had been delayed by unexpected faces; the Blue King figured something like this would happen.

“Hiya there You Know! ;3” That was why Maribel herself had showed up at Retsu’s location, all big smiles and whatnot. “You were taking way too long for my liking so I went ahead to fetch you, You Know-oh! Retsu Goroshi, just the girl I was looking for. And…Hibiki :p”

As one King began to plant the seeds of progress, so too was another one. Only this time, it was within the virtual world of the game that had caused this mess. Crimson Streak was no stranger to the sounds of battle and so it didn’t take him very long to stumble across two players fighting it out. In Faded City no less.

“You two. Don’t you know this is Neutral territory?” he called out to Mauve Nigh and Blue Nova. “Wait a minute…Mauve, you’re from my Guild. And you’re in the Blue Guild, Nova. Shouldn’t you two be fighting Green and White, not each other?” he asked, though his tone indicated that he would prefer they quit it before he got involved personally.

The Blue Nova sighed.
"You know, this is why I don't like people like you." He said.
Despite the threat to his arm, the Blue Nova moved. He slowly pushed against his captor, trying disregarding his trapped arm. He only needed space to move. Hell, he only need a few seconds. He could feel his shoulder coming out - but that was what he wanted.
"If you want to break something..." He said, pulling his shoulder out some more. "Do it... Properly!"
He activated blue shift, aiming straight upwards. Immediately he felt his shoulder yanked out of its socket as he rocketed into the air. The pain was intense, but there was no time to scream. It didn't last long anyway. Besides, he'd dislocated his shoulder often enough in real life. Doing it in deep ground just didn't have the same impact.

Blue Nova's dash peaked in the air - low enough to not receive much in the way of fall damage. He was still slow as all hell but it wouldn't matter so much up here; he could let gravity do the moving for him. His right arm was of no use now, but he could use his left at least. Although it was highly unlikely that the rogue would just sit still and let him land on her.

Soon enough he began falling through the sky, curling his left hand into a fist as he did. Suddenly he noticed they had a spectator. Someone he seriously hadn't expected to be anywhere near here had arrived, and it surprised him. The Blue Nova landed unceremoniously in an awkward position, slowly getting to his feet.
"Oh come on..." He grumbled as the red king finished his lecture.
He very slowly brushed the dust off his armour with his left hand. Seriously, that rogue's abilities were pretty annoying.
"Seriously, Streak? You know me, I've never been big on politics." The Nova said. "Besides, I wouldn't peg you as the kind of guy to care about two people having a scrap."
The red king was, after all, the leader of a whole group of guys who fought pointless duels against each other. Although perhaps the previous days events had changed things somewhat.
@TheWindel@ERode

A crack, a pop, and suddenly, Mauve Night was thrown off as Blue Nova shot into the sky, propelled by his own power. One limb flapped uselessly as he began to descend into a meteoric DEATH FROM ABOVE attack, but despite being foiled, the avatar’s grin became absolutely feral, flipping her gun in the air and grabbing it by the barrel instead.

Oh, this was the shit she played this bullshit game for! No holds barred brawls against people who didn’t give a fuck what limbs they were going to sacrifice in order to win, because injury and death had no meaning in this virtual space!

“Bring it on, Bl-”

“You two. Don’t you know this is Neutral territory?”

“Geh.”

Her opponent landed in a heap and Mauve Night repressed her urge to fill him whole of holes now that she was oh-so close to triggering Stasis. Turning around to face the edgy lvl 9 with the red cloak, Mauve Night kicked a pebble like a petulant child, before glaring at the taller Avatar. “Yeah, what blue bro said! What’s wrong with having a scrap or two? You gonna be policing like, all the fights now?” The handgun spun, before she grabbed it by the grip. “Anyways, wasn’t like I was actually even going to kill him.”

A pause. Did that make her sound like a pussy?

“I totally could though,” Mauve Night quickly added, “Seriously, woulda lawnmowed your grass ass no matter what you tried. Literally just pew pew and then boom in the next thirty seconds. Nice effort though. Don’t usually see Level 3s as manly as you these days.”

She nodded a few times, even though her stacked debuff would be fading from Blue Nova soon. Yup, dude didn't stand a chance. Didn't even have much technique for someone who was supposed to be a close combat martial artist.

"So yeah, what even are you doing here, Streaker? Shouldn't you be crashing through the gates of White or Green with your high-level buddies instead of being the fun police?"

Thomas started walking up the stairs, idly wondering how he would handle the situation. He wasn't exactly here for business reasons, but it wouldn't be a bad thing to be professional. It could be easier to talk to her as a representative of his club, but such an approach was generally impersonal, and while he was certainly a representative of the school newspaper, that wasn't exactly what he was here for. Still, it would probably do for a start. As for he was here for, he didn't know if she wanted to talk about it. Still, there was no harm in trying.

Before he knew it he'd arrived at the student council president's hospital room. Or at least, the one that the receptionist had directed him to. He hesitantly approached the door, wondering if it was prudent to knock and enter or just knock and wait. Surely she had some visitors, or maybe she was asleep. Thomas briefly debated simply leaving this to another day, but he knew that wouldn't be a good idea. Sighing in resignation, Thomas decided to knock and wait. He'd do something based on what happened next.

He knocked on the door 3 times. Whatever response he got, he'd try to get through. He had something important to say, after all.
@KoL@Mega Birb@TheWindel

Aaron had come to visit Yoshino that day with the intention to make her feel at least a little better and discuss strategy, as the odds were now stacked against the edgy combination of Black and Red. However, Eris threw a wrench into things as she started to break down, talking about how Chiyo was becoming a tyrant with blurred vision of reality and fantasy. After she was done, he put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's not my place to say, but..." he started, pausing to choose his next words carefully.

"If Chiyo wants to hurt people outside DGO, then she needs to be stopped before anyone dies." He leaned forward and set his box of food on the floor, clasping his hands together and swapping his gaze between the other parties. "The way I see it, she's becoming a tyrant, and she should be helped if it can be done. But worse comes to worst?" He stopped again, looking down at the floor and shifting slightly. "Eris, I'm sorry to ask something like this, but if she gets too ambitious and tries to put anyone else in the hospital, she'll have to be taken down. As far as I know, you're the only one outside the Kings that could do it. I would, but Verdant Grin served me on a silver platter." He laughed slightly, unsure of what else to say.

He picked up his food and fished out some noodles with a pair of chop sticks, showing remarkable dexterity for someone that grew up with forks and spoons. "As for Crimson Streak, I don't know what he's been up to. I've got faith that he has some kind of plan in mind, though, it's not like him to go into a war without counting exits." He then shoveled some noodles into his mouth.

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Jiro turned to go about fixing himself something to eat in this situation, scouring through the refrigerator again in search of something quick. "Had to do some grocery shopping this time, I put it off to the last second." With a sigh, he withdrew some more fish and set it down on the counter, setting to work with a cleaver and dismembering the dead marine creature.

Now he decided to address the elephant in the room as steel made contact with a wooden cutting board. "So, how come I found you in my shower?" He glanced back as he lifted the knife and brought it down on the fish's neck, separating its head from the rest of its delicious body.

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Aderyn heard her name come on over the intercom and had a brief moment of panic, at least until she realized it was Masae calling her to the sound booth and the mention of someone eating pasta. In response, she lifted an eyebrow in utter confusion and swung her way to the Bat Cave on her crutches. Once there, she knocked on the door twice before twisting the knob and entering.

She poked her head in to find an unknown boy and her girlfriend having a conversation with each other, to which she butted in. "So... is this that spaghetti guy you were talking about?" She pushed the door a little more open so she could slip in, crutches clacking against the ground as she went to sit on the desk opposite Masae. "I'm Aderyn by the way, mystery person."

The Red King was unfazed by the disappointment of the two other Players, letting them share their pieces. “If I recall Blue Nova, wasn’t your Guild almost entirely wiped out by the White Guild’s forces? You’d think that have more bearing on you and you’d be focused on them rather than someone from my Guild,” he said before looking at Mauve Night. “As for you, I’m going to overlook the lack of manners. It’s really not smart to pull a fuss in front of your King.”

Streak was tempted to shake his head but thought better of it. Wasting more time and resources would get none of them anywhere. “Speaking of which, I have some tasks for you two. Both of your leaders have been talking and a temporary alliance between the Red and Blue Guilds has been made. You can put your skills to better use in spreading the word among your Guild Nova; that goes for you too Mauve. Make sure everyone in the Harley’s is made aware of this.”

Back in the real world, Yoshino perked up as someone new entered her room. Curious, she peered closer and realized it was Thomas Green. Wasn’t he part of Maribel’s Newspaper Club? Perhaps he had information on her whereabouts. “Greetings Thomas Green. Have you come to make me feel better too?” the Student President asked, glancing at Aaron.

“Crimson Streak…or rather, Michael Davis is not one who would rush into the middle of a war without some kind of plan. It wouldn’t surprise me or my benefactor to hear rumor of an alliance between the Harleys and Bruisers…I take it you’d also like the assistance of the Black Guild too, right?” Yoshino asked, almost knowingly. It made sense people would band together against Chiyo’s madness. That, and she really was just a bitch all around.

The Blue Nova spat some dust out of his mouth.
"Fine, have it your way." He said to the red king.
He would've loved to fight the red king any other day, but he wasn't stupid enough to think he had a chance of beating him with only one arm. Not that he didn't want to fight the Red King with only arm, but he knew he wouldn't get anything out of it with the state he was in. Fighting him now would be much more pointless than usual, at least, and he didn't feel like wasting his time like that. As for telling people about the alliance, he could do that sooner or later. He wasn't sure why the red king told him specifically, since he was never the most connected of people, but he had his own method of spreading word.

Blue Nova tested his right arm. It didn't hurt much, but it didn't move either. Not a big deal, considering he had a whole other arm and 2 legs. And if he lost those, he could always crawl and bite people to death.
"Hey you." He said to the rogue, adjusting his armour. "What's your name? I want a rematch when this is all over."

@ERode@TheWindel

"I'm sorry. You are misunderstanding something," Eris said to Aaron, with a gaze as resolute her ever back into her eyes. "I came here to ask Yoshino's help because I know that she's the only one that can help Chiyo. But I have no intention of betraying her. Chiyo is my Master, no matter the path she chooses. I'll not let she do anything too harsh, but if you dare try to harm her, you'll have to deal with me first."

"In fact, as Chiyo's Chief Retainer, I believe it's not right for me to remain here now that this became a discussion of your tactics. I'm glad that I could talk to you once more, Yoshino. However, if you excuse me," Eris said as got back to her feet and began to leave the room, giving little mind for either Aaron or Thomas. However, she turned once she reached the door and said, "Be aware of something. When I said that Chiyo plans to attack people out of Deep Ground, I didn't mean that all of those attacks will be of the physical sort."


It seemed that the trail followed by both Yuuno and Maribel ran cold before they could do anything about it. Retsu Goroshi pretty much disappeared of the face of the Earth. There was nothing to do about it, thus Yuuno took the only action she could at the present moment, that's log into Deep Ground and try to settle the score with the Ivory Masks.

However... "Why, in the name of Titana-sama, there's no one doing anything until now?" Absinthe said to herself as she hovered over the cliffs that overlooked their captured Blue City. "Don't say to me that everyone else lost faith in our Guild or turned coats?" Absinthe's voice made it clear that she was none too pleased with the state of disarray to which the Bruisers fell while she was worried with Maribel and Shino.

Snapping her fingers, Absinthe summoned her messenger app and sent a small notice to all remaining Bruisers:

To: Cobalt Bruisers
From: Absinthe Blue
Subject: Get to Action
Why there's no one trying to reclaim our territory? We haven't been defeated yet. Get inside of Deep Ground and help fight back the Ivory Masks.

Unless... you dare say that you've lost faith in Titania-sama.

Absinthe finished her message before flying to the remnants of the Blue City and announcing her presence with a Double Cast Azure Blazer, knocking a huge hole on the walls without negating the safety that came with being able to fly now that most vehicles had been banned.


"Then, why are you still in your guild, Butterfree?" Tiger asked in reply to Butterfly's self-deprecating comment. "If you are so much of a nobody, it shouldn't matter which side of the conflict you are. All you want is EXP, right?"

The maneuver he came up with elicited a grin from Tiger. At least it looked like Butterfly was learning a bit. Such a shame that Tiger wasn't going to let him build up any more steam...

"That's good, Butterfree," Tiger shouted as she took both attacks head on, reducing her hit points to around sixty percent, only to have the chance to get inside of Butterfly's zero range. "Too bad that you got me fired up now!" She yelled before trying to grab him in a German suplex followed by a submission hold and, if successful, a Roaring Tiger Punch while holding him under her.

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Wow, this tall ass overleveled motherfucker. Really not smart to pull a fuss? What did he think he was, a teacher? Sure, the Red King COULD be a total asshole and decide to repeatedly and constantly kill her for her disrespect, but on the other hand? She joined the Scarlet Harleys to have fun fights, not to have someone tell her what to do, and DEFINITELY not to farm Dissolutions like a pasty ass chump. As her glorious leader decided to delegate administrative work of all things to them, Mauve Night simply gave him the look. A look full of disappointment, irritation, and a tinge of confusion.

“Yeah, thanks for answering my question, Streaker,” she said, rolling her eyes, “Let me just do this real quick, hmm?”

Still looking him in the eye, she pulled out the virtual messaging system and hammered out a message directed towards all members of the Red Guild.

To: Scarley Harleys
From: Mauve Night
Subject: (No Subject)
We’re in bed with Blues now. King’s orders.

“Amazing ‘skills’, right? I picked that up from Grade 3 computer class. Now seriously, what are you going to do? It’s like, yo, we’re the Scarlet Harleys, the PvP focused Guild in DGO and yet you still haven’t taken some PvE pleb’s head yet? Hell, all my partymates are just aimlessly wandering about killing Dissolutions of all things for EXP. Not even enemy players! Just Dissolutions! Literally like, holy shit, it’s been more than a week and we still have no idea what’s really going on at the top?! The fuck, dude?”

She waved angrily at nothing, before the golden turd from the Cobalt Losers spoke up next, suddenly meek and servile in the presence of a lvl 9 slowfag.

“And I’m Mauve Night,” the purple-haired avatar turned, still riding off the waves of frustration boiling beneath, “How about you stop trying to find excuses to run away and sneakily get some slow immunity equips and have this rematch now, porcupine head? Don’t tell me I’m the only one that knows how to use instant messaging here.”

"Or do you two want to become Jenovah's Witnesses now, knocking on doors IRL and giving people the good news face-to-face with some cheap pamphlet to accompany it?"
@Lord of Evil@TheWindel

Masae Kanegawa

The familiar knock on the door was appreciated, and Masae's spirits rose a bit as she looked over to see Aderyn entering with all the effort that she could muster at the moment. Needless to say she was really glad that she didn't have to use crutches herself at the moment. "Yeah, that's him," she confirmed with a gesture to Kosuke. This was definitely one of the weirder introductions that she had made, that was for sure.

Of course he wouldn't have to answer himself, not right off the bat. "Kosuke, this is Aderyn Finch, fellow transhumanist and my girlfriend." With that said she waited to see if he had any further explanation, or if there was anything that her girlfriend wanted to say. Though she did have one thing before that. "How's the leg feeling?" she asked Aderyn quickly after the introduction. She still cared after all, even if it had been taken care of.

@RoflsMazoy@Mega Birb

"Don't worry, I could kick your ass any day of the week with or without slow reduction." Nova retorted. "But grumpy here doesn't want us to fight, and I aint in a position to benefit otherwise."
Wasting his time was something Finn did regularly, but it always had a point. If he fought a strong enemy, it wasn't necessarily because he would win. It was always possible, but that wasn't really the point. Each time he fought them he'd get closer and closer to winning, even if he lost. But he knew a pointless fight when he saw one, and a duel with any king was close to hopeless in his current state. There were times when he fought pointless fights, but he wasn't in the mood to waste his time.

It seemed Mauve Night was pretty peeved. Finn could sympathize, as he was also pretty annoyed, but his anger had been tempered down somewhat. The Red King had brought him back to earth a little bit, but it didn't abate his thirst for fighting. In the end he just wanted to crack some skulls, and in a way, being a messenger could actual help him do that.
"I'll send the damn message later, I can do it whenever I want. Right now, I'm feeling a little... evangelical." He said to the rogue. "Although, I don't have many pamphlets. I only got one fist right now."

With that, Blue Nova began walking away, towards blue guild territory. Or at least, what used to be blue territory. If he wanted to both spread the word and crack some skulls, then there was an easy solution. There were probably some blue guilders like him somewhere duking it out with the whites and greens. Maybe there were even some red guilders here and there. He could just beat the crap out of the white and green guys and tell the rest that blue and red had an alliance. He'd get to punch guys and do what the red king wanted, a win-win situation.
"I'm off to spread the word." Nova said, calling back to the two avatars. "We can settle this later, Mauve, if I'm alive by the end of it."
With that he ran off to find some conflict.
@ERode@TheWindel

The aftermath of a heist. The getaway. Often the scene of a thrilling highspeed chase away from authorities and either through sheer speed and skill or clever deception, the thief makes his escape… The lack of thrilling pursuit left Jukebox a bit disappointed, but not very. He completed his quest and got some EXP. It was going to be a long night. The Faded City had four radiant locations for heists scattered throughout the city for the repeatable quest. Once you gathered the requisite reputation with the NPCs you could then be assigned the quest. It wasn’t a bad quest all things considered. There wasn’t much of an EXP reward but the gems were nice accessories to be sold and the quests themselves were often multistage before the heist…

Looking at his messages as he followed the map marker to the next location, Jukebox looked sadly at the ever-increasing amount of unread mail. He knew what they were. Updates. Battle reports. Requests for locations. All from the Green Guild. It was a joke, he was a Joke-box. Waging war, it’s supposed to be natural. Shifting alliances, plotting double crosses within double crosses while crossing your fingers behind your back to make sure that by the time it all ended, you were on top. He hated that. It wasn’t entirely a lie when he said he was just playing the game. He was fulfilling a quest, getting loot, working to level up. But it was now different for him. Before it was etching out a way to survive later in life. Now he was doing it as escapism from the reality this war brought.

An alliance with the White Guild? Well, that seemed like another Sunday for the shifting world of DGO. This however felt completely different. It was nothing he could directly point to and say “Look, here! This is wrong, this is different!” it was a vague sense of authenticity. That Verdant Grin wasn’t plotting to strike the White Guild when their backs were turned as would be normal. It felt like a genuine long-term alliance and Jukebox… Alex wanted nothing to do with that alliance. Normally it simply told him which colours to look out for out in the wide world. Now it was who would hunt him to the ends of the earth.

So, Jukebox stocked up on identity hiding items under the pretence of questing… then it slowly became legitimate. Ironically the perfect way to hide from war was to play the game. Then he subconsciously used his anonymity while questing to sow discord within ranks of the White Guild. As a white spectre, hiding his face and attacking players of guilds, sending lynch mobs after White Guild players as they sought ‘revenge’. Then in the name of questing he accidentally attacked one of his own Guild members. And didn’t feel a thing. No remorse. No regret. Jukebox wore the colours, but wasn’t one of them. Maybe he never was. So, the tiny pockets of strife that cropped up due to his actions… it was satisfying in a way. It vented his frustrations at the war at how this was no longer the DGO he was familiar with.

Clashing of weapons and faint echoes of witty repartee broke Jukebox out of his lamentations, how long since genuine conflict that wasn’t solely war related like this rang in his ears. No one talked like that in his experience. Not anymore. Now it was all serious business. It was slightly off course, but it was almost a siren song bringing a grin to his face.



Sound rang out from his chest, putting a spring in his step. As he approached he equipped his LAPD 2019 Blaster, the twin triggers of the gun feeling uniquely comfortable to him. Rounding the corner, he saw the two fighters, glimpsing their names he saw a Butterfly and a Tiger.

“I stumbled across a zoo fight~♪” legitimate joy in his voice, it was all Jukebox could do to not dive into the fray.

“Don’t mind me, I’m here to admire you two~!” the fingers on the triggers belaying his excitement at wanting to join, eying his health and seeing he was almost completely healed from his questing, tensed like Rampaging Tiger’s namesake ready to pounce. He had no idea what had come over him honestly. He was questing and causing mischief within the White Guild by cosplaying as them, he gained nothing by joining in, but he was at this moment, happy.