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[center][color=Aquamarine]I'm not agreeing to this because I like being aound you or anything...[/color]
[color=888888]-Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow[/color][/center]

[color=Aquamarine]“Doing good deeds?!”[/color] Nyxia snarled incredulously. [color=Aquamarine]“Ya honestly think [i]that’s[/i] gonna make us stronger?!”[/color]

However, before Oros could respond to Nyxia’s annoyed inquiry, Roche stepped into the room, looking a fair bit more cheerful than her typical stern demeanor. At first, the track captain’s agreement with Oros and subsequent suggestion to “do something new” were viewed with the same amount of disdain Nyxia held for the blood witch’s initial idea. Yet, after a moment’s reflection, the Neon Tempest began to see the possible merit in [i]both[/i] courses of action. So far, their nightly slaughters of the city’s Miseria had done nothing to further augment their strength, so perhaps a change of approach [i]was[/i] needed, even one as seemingly pointless as helping those in need, or as unpalatable as engaging in recreational activities with her fellow club mates. Plus, Nyxia had to admit, helping the flower shop’s owner [i]had[/i] felt nice, so maybe there [i]was[/i] something to this whole “selfless service” thing after all…

Unfortunately, while Nyxia was mulling all of this over, Oros had continued her ramblings, with the blood witch ultimately reaching the conclusion that if Roche thought an idea was a good one, it really meant that said idea was utter crap. Thus, after giving her “condolences”, the pink-haired love freak had promptly made her exit, leaving the Neon Tempest alone with the track captain. Despite her lack of fondness for any of the club’s members, Nyxia still preferred the composed stoicism of the code keeper to Oros’s disgustingly desperate flirtations. Indeed, if she absolutely [i]had[/i] to go to a boring play, she would rather it be with someone who wasn’t likely to babble away about the most banal subject matter for its entire duration. Though, it seemed the play was off the agenda, at least for the time being, and that meant they would need to come up with another suitable activity.

[color=Aquamarine]“Okay,”[/color] Nyxia began with an exasperated sigh as she turned to glare at Roche, with one hand on her hip. [color=Aquamarine]“So what kinda fluffy feel-good crap did ya have in mind?”[/color]