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The next morning, Steelia got up early and got dressed, finding herself reaching for her nicer workout wear, the kind she wore to marathons. She hesitated but pulled them on anyway, brushing her hair back into its usual ponytail. She picked up her water bottle, filling it in the sink of her personal bathroom, and turned up her music, sliding her headphones on. She stopped a servant, and asked them to have lunch ready for her when she returned at 12:30. She headed out, ready to go for her morning run.
About noon, Willow was lying in the living room, staring at the 72-inch tv with awe in his eyes. "This is the biggest, most clear and beautiful picture I've ever seen," he murmured, lying on the ultra-plush couch, staring at the tv with a zoned look on his face. "I could lie here forever... and I don't even have to get up. Servants just bring me anything I ask for. If only I didn't have to pee," he murmured. Lydia came in, a sheen of sweat all over her, and her music pounding. He waved at her as she passed.
She ignored him, heading towards the dining hall, removing her headphones. "Lazy slug," she hurled at him as she passed. Willow shrugged a shoulder.
About noon, Willow was lying in the living room, staring at the 72-inch tv with awe in his eyes. "This is the biggest, most clear and beautiful picture I've ever seen," he murmured, lying on the ultra-plush couch, staring at the tv with a zoned look on his face. "I could lie here forever... and I don't even have to get up. Servants just bring me anything I ask for. If only I didn't have to pee," he murmured. Lydia came in, a sheen of sweat all over her, and her music pounding. He waved at her as she passed.
She ignored him, heading towards the dining hall, removing her headphones. "Lazy slug," she hurled at him as she passed. Willow shrugged a shoulder.
Adrian's eyes fluttered open and immediately his head began throbbing with pain. "Fuckin' shit," he said as he sat up from his bed, but that soon sent the entire room spinning. "I should just lay here, not like i have classes," suddenly Adrian realized something. "Ugh, damn. I can't stay here. The junior matches are today."
Adrian rose from his bed, only sending the room into another spiral, and he placed his hand against the wall of the room to steady himself. "What the hell happened last night?" Adrian looked down at what he was wearing and saw that he had a clean change of pants, but no shirt. "What in the all mighty fuck?"
Finding the luggage that Benjamin's men packed, Adrian put on a black t-shirt, and set out to find out what happened. He clutched his head in pain with one hand while he balanced himself against the wall with the other. Adrian made his way to Dillon's room, and rapped against the door once, then twice, slightly hard and faster. Dillon opened the door wearing a white tank top and blue jeans.
"Hey you," she said with a grin. "Glad to see you're up."
"I'm not. It feels like a professional boxer punched me in the face without his glove."
"That would hurt, wouldn't it? I can get you some water, if you like."
"Please and thank you."
"Comin' right up! If you want to chill in my room, you can!" she said behind her before running off downstairs.
Adrian walked into her room to find a large, spacious desk in her very extravagant and well lavished room. On the desk laid two yellow metallic gauntlets with various lines carved into it them that glowed a bright blue. In the bottom of them was a plug that connected the gauntlets to an electrical outlet in the wall.
"They're made of Titanium alloys, both strong and flexible. They need a lot of energy in order to work," Dillon said behind him. Adrian looked behind to find a grinning Dillon with both water and orange juice in her hand. "Benjamin's electrical bill will probably go through the roof now. Although, I suppose he won't even notice. Or care."
"How long can you use it for? Not long. Ten minutes tops," she said before handing the water to him, which he eagerly taked.
"Ten minutes? Is that all?"
"Yep."
"What other armors do you have?
I have boots, but they're a work in progress."
"What can they do?"
"Look at you! All interested in me now..."
"I'm slightly impressed with what you've got going here."
"Are you going to tell me a bit about yourself now?"
"Unlikely," he said as he finished the water and took the orange juice from her hand and walked out the room.
"H-hey!" she called and followed after him. "Where are you going?"
"The junior matches are soon and I must hurry."
"The junior matches? Oh, you're going for a little info on the competition, right?"
"...That is correct," he said as they descended the stairs. He placed the orange juice glass on the counter as he passed it.
"Well, I don't have anything interesting to do right now. After all, we're suppose to be training for the exit exam. Shouldn't you be?"
"This is important."
Adrian rose from his bed, only sending the room into another spiral, and he placed his hand against the wall of the room to steady himself. "What the hell happened last night?" Adrian looked down at what he was wearing and saw that he had a clean change of pants, but no shirt. "What in the all mighty fuck?"
Finding the luggage that Benjamin's men packed, Adrian put on a black t-shirt, and set out to find out what happened. He clutched his head in pain with one hand while he balanced himself against the wall with the other. Adrian made his way to Dillon's room, and rapped against the door once, then twice, slightly hard and faster. Dillon opened the door wearing a white tank top and blue jeans.
"Hey you," she said with a grin. "Glad to see you're up."
"I'm not. It feels like a professional boxer punched me in the face without his glove."
"That would hurt, wouldn't it? I can get you some water, if you like."
"Please and thank you."
"Comin' right up! If you want to chill in my room, you can!" she said behind her before running off downstairs.
Adrian walked into her room to find a large, spacious desk in her very extravagant and well lavished room. On the desk laid two yellow metallic gauntlets with various lines carved into it them that glowed a bright blue. In the bottom of them was a plug that connected the gauntlets to an electrical outlet in the wall.
"They're made of Titanium alloys, both strong and flexible. They need a lot of energy in order to work," Dillon said behind him. Adrian looked behind to find a grinning Dillon with both water and orange juice in her hand. "Benjamin's electrical bill will probably go through the roof now. Although, I suppose he won't even notice. Or care."
"How long can you use it for? Not long. Ten minutes tops," she said before handing the water to him, which he eagerly taked.
"Ten minutes? Is that all?"
"Yep."
"What other armors do you have?
I have boots, but they're a work in progress."
"What can they do?"
"Look at you! All interested in me now..."
"I'm slightly impressed with what you've got going here."
"Are you going to tell me a bit about yourself now?"
"Unlikely," he said as he finished the water and took the orange juice from her hand and walked out the room.
"H-hey!" she called and followed after him. "Where are you going?"
"The junior matches are soon and I must hurry."
"The junior matches? Oh, you're going for a little info on the competition, right?"
"...That is correct," he said as they descended the stairs. He placed the orange juice glass on the counter as he passed it.
"Well, I don't have anything interesting to do right now. After all, we're suppose to be training for the exit exam. Shouldn't you be?"
"This is important."
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"It probably couldn't hurt to go and get intel on our competition," Willow's voice drifted into the kitchen, sounding lazy. "So we know what we're up against."
"Good idea, Willow. You go and get information and report back to me. You're just wasting away on the couch anyway. When you get back, by the way, we're going to go exercise together. I think I'd like to take a jog all the way down to the post office, you know, the one out on the far edge of town, what is that, 10 miles? And we're not quitting until we get back to this building or you die," Lydia leaned in the doorframe. Willow looked at the TV and opened his mouth. "Or you can stay here and we can start right now."
Willow was out the door in a moment, not even turning the TV off.
"Good riddance. Go do something useful." Lydia muttered, glancing at Adrian. "Nice to see you with clothes on." She disappeared into the dining room.
"Good idea, Willow. You go and get information and report back to me. You're just wasting away on the couch anyway. When you get back, by the way, we're going to go exercise together. I think I'd like to take a jog all the way down to the post office, you know, the one out on the far edge of town, what is that, 10 miles? And we're not quitting until we get back to this building or you die," Lydia leaned in the doorframe. Willow looked at the TV and opened his mouth. "Or you can stay here and we can start right now."
Willow was out the door in a moment, not even turning the TV off.
"Good riddance. Go do something useful." Lydia muttered, glancing at Adrian. "Nice to see you with clothes on." She disappeared into the dining room.
Before Adrian could even inquire about what Lydia meant she was gone in a flash.
"What the hell is she talking about?" he asked Dillon as he walked out the front door and toward the school.
"You, me, and Steelia took a swim in the jacuzzi, and you took off your shirt."
"Are you serious? Is that all I took off?" he said, suddenly self conscious of the scars lining his body.
"Yeah."
"Did I do or say anything else?"
"You shouldn't worry about it. You were just drunk. You mentioned something about ghost samurai though."
"I told you about that?"
"Yeah, you di- Wait, what?"
"What, what?"
"I-I mean you said that as if there's something behind it!"
Adrian remained silent, ignoring her statement.
"So there is!" she surmised. "Tell me!"
"No."
"How the hell did you fight samurai?! Ghost samurai, actually!"
Adrian sighed, "I'm never drinking again."
Eventually, after much poking and prodding from Dillon, the pair found themselves at S.U.P.E.S. The halls, per usual around this time, were devoid of any form of life, and instead the subtle sound of crowds cheering could be heard below them. "It has already begun," thought Adrian as he quickly walked off toward the hero arena.
"So," began Dillon. "I'm guessing we're here to do a little recon, right?"
"...Yeah," he said over his shoulder before descending the steps down into the stands. "I need to see this for myself." Immediately upon entering Adrian and Dillon received dirty looks and quieted insults from the other heroes. Dillon shot them dirty looks and insults in exchange, but Adrian seemed to ignore them and focus his attention to the happenings within the arena. Although the cheering crowd certainly didn't help his splitting headache from his hangover.
To the right of the arena two heroes stood side by side instead of against one another. One was a woman who stood at 5'5 with platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face with a brimming smile. However, the most obviously extraordinary thing about her was that she had large, snow white wings like that of a fairy. When they moved even slightly sprinkles of visible blue energy like that of glitter fell from her wings.
"She looks like a doll," Adrian remarked.
"Dolls creep me out," Dillon said as she shuddered. "They call her 'Silvermist.'"
The other hero that stood to Silvermist's left was a seemingly normal boy, with short, brunette hair and well toned muscles. His belt was lined with numerous gadgets and on his back layed a sword.
"Glorious. No powers of his own, but a good swordsman."
Both heroes seemed to completely ignore one another, and instead watched for the fight about to unfold to the left of the arena. Adrian turned his head hastily to see what they were watching and his eyes narrowed at one of the other heroes in the ring.
It was a girl. She was only slightly lighter than Adrian in skin tone with dark brown eyes, athletic build, and shoulder length hair. She held a lance in her left hand, and a ball of crackling lightning in her right.
"Her alias i-"
"Barakiel, ranked four of the junior hero class," Adrian finished.
Dillon looked mildly surprised that he actually knew who the girl was.
Adrian's eyes seemed to rest on her for a longer period before turning away to look at her opponent, something Dillon noticed.
Standing across from her was a seemingly ordinary boy who was stripping himself of his clothing. Before he was nearly nude his body seamlessly transitioned from that of a man to a large Bengal tiger.
"Shifter," Dillon said.
"Ranked third, I'm guessing?"
"Yeah, this won't be pretty."
"What the hell is she talking about?" he asked Dillon as he walked out the front door and toward the school.
"You, me, and Steelia took a swim in the jacuzzi, and you took off your shirt."
"Are you serious? Is that all I took off?" he said, suddenly self conscious of the scars lining his body.
"Yeah."
"Did I do or say anything else?"
"You shouldn't worry about it. You were just drunk. You mentioned something about ghost samurai though."
"I told you about that?"
"Yeah, you di- Wait, what?"
"What, what?"
"I-I mean you said that as if there's something behind it!"
Adrian remained silent, ignoring her statement.
"So there is!" she surmised. "Tell me!"
"No."
"How the hell did you fight samurai?! Ghost samurai, actually!"
Adrian sighed, "I'm never drinking again."
Eventually, after much poking and prodding from Dillon, the pair found themselves at S.U.P.E.S. The halls, per usual around this time, were devoid of any form of life, and instead the subtle sound of crowds cheering could be heard below them. "It has already begun," thought Adrian as he quickly walked off toward the hero arena.
"So," began Dillon. "I'm guessing we're here to do a little recon, right?"
"...Yeah," he said over his shoulder before descending the steps down into the stands. "I need to see this for myself." Immediately upon entering Adrian and Dillon received dirty looks and quieted insults from the other heroes. Dillon shot them dirty looks and insults in exchange, but Adrian seemed to ignore them and focus his attention to the happenings within the arena. Although the cheering crowd certainly didn't help his splitting headache from his hangover.
To the right of the arena two heroes stood side by side instead of against one another. One was a woman who stood at 5'5 with platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face with a brimming smile. However, the most obviously extraordinary thing about her was that she had large, snow white wings like that of a fairy. When they moved even slightly sprinkles of visible blue energy like that of glitter fell from her wings.
"She looks like a doll," Adrian remarked.
"Dolls creep me out," Dillon said as she shuddered. "They call her 'Silvermist.'"
The other hero that stood to Silvermist's left was a seemingly normal boy, with short, brunette hair and well toned muscles. His belt was lined with numerous gadgets and on his back layed a sword.
"Glorious. No powers of his own, but a good swordsman."
Both heroes seemed to completely ignore one another, and instead watched for the fight about to unfold to the left of the arena. Adrian turned his head hastily to see what they were watching and his eyes narrowed at one of the other heroes in the ring.
It was a girl. She was only slightly lighter than Adrian in skin tone with dark brown eyes, athletic build, and shoulder length hair. She held a lance in her left hand, and a ball of crackling lightning in her right.
"Her alias i-"
"Barakiel, ranked four of the junior hero class," Adrian finished.
Dillon looked mildly surprised that he actually knew who the girl was.
Adrian's eyes seemed to rest on her for a longer period before turning away to look at her opponent, something Dillon noticed.
Standing across from her was a seemingly ordinary boy who was stripping himself of his clothing. Before he was nearly nude his body seamlessly transitioned from that of a man to a large Bengal tiger.
"Shifter," Dillon said.
"Ranked third, I'm guessing?"
"Yeah, this won't be pretty."
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Willow decided to enter the villain’s arena, and the sheer weight of the sound was painful. He flinched at it, but took his seat anyway. The other villains sneered at him and threatened him, but Willow knew he would get a lot worse of it if he left without the information for Steelia. He looked down into the arena, his eyes looking over the villains standing there, and they were certainly two impressive figures.
Down on stage, the villain on the number one pedestal jumped up and down, waving his arms and grinning like an idiot at the crowd who screamed vicious bloody murder at his excitement. His yellow, skin tight lycra suit was a disaster to look at. His hair was a gradient from yellow to orange to red, showing clearly what his powers were. His arms flailing, he smacked the person to his right. The number two villain shot him a wicked glare.
The announcers, Frank and Veronica were loudly announcing the contestants, in eager, excited voices. “And the first place fighter for the villain category, wow, isn’t he SO hot, Veronica?” Frank laughed, looking at his companion.
“He sure is! In number one place, villain Firecracker is DYNAMITE in the arena, fans!” Veronica yelled, and the fans screamed. “Firecracker has singlehandedly caused more damage to his opponents in the arena than any other junior we’ve had here! The third degree burns over their entire bodies, charred skin, delicious aroma of charred flesh, can you just SMELL it, fans!” the fans were screaming, and the arena was loud and shaking, practically from the inside out. “Yes! He is a true fighter, a SHOO-IN for today’s victory, everyone! Firecracker has it in the BAG, ladies and gentleman!” The arena screamed even louder, the audience’s excitement was overwhelming and deafening.
“Now, now, Veronica, don’t underestimate the young lady in the number two position,” Frank announced. “Our very own psychic queen, Clairi,” The crowd began screaming and calling for her, loudly and enthusiastically. Clairi gave the crowd a small smile. She lifted one hand, giving a small wave, and the crowd began to scream. “Clairi, the lovely lady who has an eerie ability to sense her opponents attacks before they even know they’re going to make them!”
“Oh you are not EVEN converting me to Team Psychic, Frank! I am Team Fire all the way!” He and Veronica laughed. “Oh, but you know, in this junior competition, things are constantly changing. Number ones to fives, fives to ones, it’s a churning mass of young, talented powers. I’ve never seen a more talented grade than this junior class, it’s like a maelstrom of powers.”
“That it is.” Frank agreed. “And who can forget the lady in the number three spot?... Um… actually, who is that?” All eyes in the arena turned to look at the girl standing there, short black hair, long and flowing down to her ankles, wearing a black jumpsuit, with a small black rabbit doll in her hands. “Seriously. I don’t remember a single one of her matches. Do you remember them, Veronica?”
“Not at all, Frank. That makes her a total dark horse in this… excuse me, dark rabbit,” she laughed a bit. “In this competition! Let’s get her information up on the board,” she swept her hand up at the screen. The girl’s face, a grim slash, flashed up on the screen, along with her name, Janice, and her villain name, Void. “Let’s see this thing start! Is Lady Void going to challenge the beautiful Clairi?” she held out the microphone.
Void took the microphone in a delicate hand, looking up at Veronica, and then looking at Firecracker, before looking down at her mic. “Of-” the microphone sputtered out some feedback and she stopped, before trying again. “I, Void, and Mr. Bun-” the bunny waved an arm, “-challenge Clairi to a battle to take her second place. Following her, I challenge Firecracker. I don’t repeat myself, so the moment she’s eliminated, step yourself up.” she handed the microphone back to Veronica, walking out to the center of the arena.
Clairi hesitated but nodded smoothly. Veronica asked for her input, and Clairi reached for the mic. “I accept her challenge.”
“But what do you think about it? Are you enthusiastic? Are you going to take her down?” Frank pressed.
Clairi looked out onto the field. “I’m sorry… I try not to reveal spoilers.” She handed the microphone back, before heading onto the field, ready to take on the young girl clutching a teddy bear.
Willow frowned. Frank and Veronica were right. Who was this girl? He’d been studying, and he’d even compiled a loose sort of database of heroes and villains in the school, and she was missing from his data. He looked up, before looking back down. He had a villain named Eronysis in the third position, according to his data... He realized that his count had indeed been off. He didn’t have an equal number of heroes to villains. He added Void in at the number three spot, moving everyone else down. Willow had a bad feeling about this. How did I possibly miss including her completely on the ranking? He looked up. He raised his phone and snapped a photo of the girl in the arena, frowning at it. Just to be safe, he named it Void.
Down on stage, the villain on the number one pedestal jumped up and down, waving his arms and grinning like an idiot at the crowd who screamed vicious bloody murder at his excitement. His yellow, skin tight lycra suit was a disaster to look at. His hair was a gradient from yellow to orange to red, showing clearly what his powers were. His arms flailing, he smacked the person to his right. The number two villain shot him a wicked glare.
The announcers, Frank and Veronica were loudly announcing the contestants, in eager, excited voices. “And the first place fighter for the villain category, wow, isn’t he SO hot, Veronica?” Frank laughed, looking at his companion.
“He sure is! In number one place, villain Firecracker is DYNAMITE in the arena, fans!” Veronica yelled, and the fans screamed. “Firecracker has singlehandedly caused more damage to his opponents in the arena than any other junior we’ve had here! The third degree burns over their entire bodies, charred skin, delicious aroma of charred flesh, can you just SMELL it, fans!” the fans were screaming, and the arena was loud and shaking, practically from the inside out. “Yes! He is a true fighter, a SHOO-IN for today’s victory, everyone! Firecracker has it in the BAG, ladies and gentleman!” The arena screamed even louder, the audience’s excitement was overwhelming and deafening.
“Now, now, Veronica, don’t underestimate the young lady in the number two position,” Frank announced. “Our very own psychic queen, Clairi,” The crowd began screaming and calling for her, loudly and enthusiastically. Clairi gave the crowd a small smile. She lifted one hand, giving a small wave, and the crowd began to scream. “Clairi, the lovely lady who has an eerie ability to sense her opponents attacks before they even know they’re going to make them!”
“Oh you are not EVEN converting me to Team Psychic, Frank! I am Team Fire all the way!” He and Veronica laughed. “Oh, but you know, in this junior competition, things are constantly changing. Number ones to fives, fives to ones, it’s a churning mass of young, talented powers. I’ve never seen a more talented grade than this junior class, it’s like a maelstrom of powers.”
“That it is.” Frank agreed. “And who can forget the lady in the number three spot?... Um… actually, who is that?” All eyes in the arena turned to look at the girl standing there, short black hair, long and flowing down to her ankles, wearing a black jumpsuit, with a small black rabbit doll in her hands. “Seriously. I don’t remember a single one of her matches. Do you remember them, Veronica?”
“Not at all, Frank. That makes her a total dark horse in this… excuse me, dark rabbit,” she laughed a bit. “In this competition! Let’s get her information up on the board,” she swept her hand up at the screen. The girl’s face, a grim slash, flashed up on the screen, along with her name, Janice, and her villain name, Void. “Let’s see this thing start! Is Lady Void going to challenge the beautiful Clairi?” she held out the microphone.
Void took the microphone in a delicate hand, looking up at Veronica, and then looking at Firecracker, before looking down at her mic. “Of-” the microphone sputtered out some feedback and she stopped, before trying again. “I, Void, and Mr. Bun-” the bunny waved an arm, “-challenge Clairi to a battle to take her second place. Following her, I challenge Firecracker. I don’t repeat myself, so the moment she’s eliminated, step yourself up.” she handed the microphone back to Veronica, walking out to the center of the arena.
Clairi hesitated but nodded smoothly. Veronica asked for her input, and Clairi reached for the mic. “I accept her challenge.”
“But what do you think about it? Are you enthusiastic? Are you going to take her down?” Frank pressed.
Clairi looked out onto the field. “I’m sorry… I try not to reveal spoilers.” She handed the microphone back, before heading onto the field, ready to take on the young girl clutching a teddy bear.
Willow frowned. Frank and Veronica were right. Who was this girl? He’d been studying, and he’d even compiled a loose sort of database of heroes and villains in the school, and she was missing from his data. He looked up, before looking back down. He had a villain named Eronysis in the third position, according to his data... He realized that his count had indeed been off. He didn’t have an equal number of heroes to villains. He added Void in at the number three spot, moving everyone else down. Willow had a bad feeling about this. How did I possibly miss including her completely on the ranking? He looked up. He raised his phone and snapped a photo of the girl in the arena, frowning at it. Just to be safe, he named it Void.
"I'll end this quickly," Barakiel said to her opponent who only offered a low, intimidating growl in response.
Barakiel took a step back and shifter took a step forward, following her. Barakiel closed her right fist, and the lightning ball was gone, instead arcs of lightning traced along her body, sending the hair on her arms upright. Her grip around her lance also notably tightened and arcs of lightning also engulfed it.
"She can't get close to it," Adrian thought. "Getting close to a full sized tiger is suicide. It'll also outrun and overpower her. Instead she'll have to discourage it from attacking her outright physically, which is all it can do. That's smart, Alexis."
"I don't think that'll work," Dillon said, much to Adrian's surprise.
"You know what she's doing?" he asked, interested in what Dillon was thinking.
"Yeah, but Shifter, when he morphs into an animal, doesn't think like himself. Instead he thinks like the animal he becomes. So an animal probably won't even equate that lightning arcing across a person's body means injury. He's also known to starve himself days before the matches so that his animal side is much more hungry and vicious. An intelligent animal may be able to discern that lightning means injury, but would one do so if it was famished?"
A grinned formed across Adrian's face as he looked down at Dillon, impressed by her assessment. "Not bad."
Dillon looked back up to him with a smile, "Thanks."
The two exchanged a look of appreciation for the other before turning their attention back to the fight at hand. "It'll probably go for the throat," thought Adrian. "That's certain death, lightning covering your body or not. Even if it shocks the tiger, that'll mean it'll have to have sunken its teeth into her flesh first. Should I tell her? She probably won't like it if I interfere, but if I don't tell her she could lose. Or worse."
Before Adrian could make a decision the tiger pounced for Barakiel with its open maw, and she dove to the left, and for that brief moment, the lightning traversing her body stopped. Her face contorted in surprise, seemingly shocked about what had just transpired. "So she really doesn't know. Foolish girl. She must've charged into this without knowing about her opponent. I need to do something. Now."
The tiger honed in on Barakiel and with a swipe Adrian's eyes narrowed, "Alexis," thought Adrian, and immediately Barakiel's eyes snapped toward Adrian then back to the tiger in front of her.
"Shut up and butt out," she thought back.
"Listen, Shifter isn't himself right now. When he transforms into an animal he not only takes its form, but also assumes its actions and thought processes. Meaning right now, you aren't facing a human who's using reason. You're facing an animal. A hungry one. Give up now before you get yourself killed, because you're in over your head."
"You're underestimating me," she thought angrily to him.
Barakiel took a step back and shifter took a step forward, following her. Barakiel closed her right fist, and the lightning ball was gone, instead arcs of lightning traced along her body, sending the hair on her arms upright. Her grip around her lance also notably tightened and arcs of lightning also engulfed it.
"She can't get close to it," Adrian thought. "Getting close to a full sized tiger is suicide. It'll also outrun and overpower her. Instead she'll have to discourage it from attacking her outright physically, which is all it can do. That's smart, Alexis."
"I don't think that'll work," Dillon said, much to Adrian's surprise.
"You know what she's doing?" he asked, interested in what Dillon was thinking.
"Yeah, but Shifter, when he morphs into an animal, doesn't think like himself. Instead he thinks like the animal he becomes. So an animal probably won't even equate that lightning arcing across a person's body means injury. He's also known to starve himself days before the matches so that his animal side is much more hungry and vicious. An intelligent animal may be able to discern that lightning means injury, but would one do so if it was famished?"
A grinned formed across Adrian's face as he looked down at Dillon, impressed by her assessment. "Not bad."
Dillon looked back up to him with a smile, "Thanks."
The two exchanged a look of appreciation for the other before turning their attention back to the fight at hand. "It'll probably go for the throat," thought Adrian. "That's certain death, lightning covering your body or not. Even if it shocks the tiger, that'll mean it'll have to have sunken its teeth into her flesh first. Should I tell her? She probably won't like it if I interfere, but if I don't tell her she could lose. Or worse."
Before Adrian could make a decision the tiger pounced for Barakiel with its open maw, and she dove to the left, and for that brief moment, the lightning traversing her body stopped. Her face contorted in surprise, seemingly shocked about what had just transpired. "So she really doesn't know. Foolish girl. She must've charged into this without knowing about her opponent. I need to do something. Now."
The tiger honed in on Barakiel and with a swipe Adrian's eyes narrowed, "Alexis," thought Adrian, and immediately Barakiel's eyes snapped toward Adrian then back to the tiger in front of her.
"Shut up and butt out," she thought back.
"Listen, Shifter isn't himself right now. When he transforms into an animal he not only takes its form, but also assumes its actions and thought processes. Meaning right now, you aren't facing a human who's using reason. You're facing an animal. A hungry one. Give up now before you get yourself killed, because you're in over your head."
"You're underestimating me," she thought angrily to him.
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Void giggled, her black hair waving slightly. Mr. Bun began waving his arms excitedly. Down on the field, Void asked the other opponent a question. Clairi kept her eyes on her, standing stock still. The dark haired girl began circling. Suddenly, the field was enveloped in pure darkness, pitch black.
“WHAT?” Willow demanded, frustrated. What is happening? that girl must have done this. She’s a darkness type, then. He added that to his notes. He’d no more than finished typing when the noises started. Crying, whimpering… then the screaming started. The screaming was loud and agonizing and caused Willow to sit stock still, terrified and confused at the noises he was hearing. The screaming grew muffled, like the noise of someone screaming around something in their mouth and the ball of darkness began to get smaller, and the laughing… Willow’s heart was pounding stupidly in fear.
I can’t face her. I can’t face this. I don’t even… I can’t even see this. But I’m so scared and I can’t even see it. Willow stared into the ball, trying to figure out what it was. He ran to the fence. He could hear someone laughing. He heard a woman’s voice, Void’s, saying, “What’s that? You want to surrender…? Well, I won’t let you. Not yet.”
Willow’s stomach twisted into nauseated knots. He could say he’d never attended a villain’s arena battle before. This- this was something he couldn’t handle.
“WHAT?” Willow demanded, frustrated. What is happening? that girl must have done this. She’s a darkness type, then. He added that to his notes. He’d no more than finished typing when the noises started. Crying, whimpering… then the screaming started. The screaming was loud and agonizing and caused Willow to sit stock still, terrified and confused at the noises he was hearing. The screaming grew muffled, like the noise of someone screaming around something in their mouth and the ball of darkness began to get smaller, and the laughing… Willow’s heart was pounding stupidly in fear.
I can’t face her. I can’t face this. I don’t even… I can’t even see this. But I’m so scared and I can’t even see it. Willow stared into the ball, trying to figure out what it was. He ran to the fence. He could hear someone laughing. He heard a woman’s voice, Void’s, saying, “What’s that? You want to surrender…? Well, I won’t let you. Not yet.”
Willow’s stomach twisted into nauseated knots. He could say he’d never attended a villain’s arena battle before. This- this was something he couldn’t handle.
The tiger lunged for Barakiel again, but this time she was ready for him, and fueled by Adrian's words. She sidestepped the tiger's leaping trajectory, and as he soared past her her grip on her lance suddenly tightened, and electricity danced around it. She then swung the lance, the spearhead cutting into the tiger's side and blood flowed from the open wound.
The tiger visibly convulsed on the ground, both from the pain of the open cut in its side and from the electric shock. Suddenly its convulsions stopped before it finally laid still and Shifter slow transitioned back into his human form, defeated. Immediately the medics teleported in and out of the arena so quickly Barakiel hardly saw them come and go, taking Shifter with them.
Barakiel seemed to take a moment to breathe, but it wasn't long before that she was again assaulted. She narrowly parried a sword from slicing away at her body. Her attacker was Glorious, the second ranked hero of the junior class. Barakiel breathed heavily as she parried his series of sword strikes, and she even managed to catch him off guard. Glorious grimaced in pain as Barakiel's lance grazed his stomach. For a moment, Barakiel actually had the upper hand, until an blue energy blast hit her in the chest. She cried out in pain as she flew onto her back, the lance leaving her hand.
"You son of a bit-"
Before she could even get the words out a blue fist connected with her jaw, sending her crumpling to the ground.
"You shouldn't speak ill of your betters, girl," said Silvermist.
Adrian's hands tightened around the railing, the only thing between him and the ring, "Give in! You've lost, Alexis!"
"Fuck off, I can d-"
"Argh!" she cried out in pain as a foot connected with her side and a sword slashed her thigh.
Adrian obviously began to visibly become distraught at the spectacle in front of him. "Come on, dammit!"
"Adrian?" Dillon said, concerned about her partner. "Are you okay?"
"No! Look at her! Why isn't anyone calling this?! She's outnumbered! She obviously can't fight anymore!"
"I-I don't know. But why are you so concerned about her?"
Adrian struggled to find the right words, "Because this is unfair!"
Dillon looked up to him and thought, "I didn't think Adrian to be the type to care about fairness. Or care about anything, really."
Just then Adrian slowly began to levitate off the ground, seemingly to enter the ring.
"Adrian, stop! You could get in serious trouble for this!"
"You think I care?"
"I thought you did, at least! Listen, if you charge in there you will face serious consequences, like maybe losing your rank. Adrian, this is a moment where we could simply watch Silvermist give away all her powers."
Adrian gripped the railing even harder now, "So I'm just suppose to allow her to suffer?"
"You knew this is, what it would be like the moment you stepped in. So did she," Dillon said upon nodding toward Barakiel. Dillon placed her hand on his as she rubbed his back comfortingly. "You can't do anything about it now. Just trust that they'll take her out soon," she said, close to his ear.
Adrian realized how he was acting, how he was losing it, and breathed in deeply and then out. "Keep calm, keep calm."
"Thanks," he said to her as he looked back into the arena. For a few painful minutes the torture continued until the match was finally called and Glorious didn't challenge Silvermist and the junior matches were over.
Adrian took a final look at Silvermist, his eyes ablaze with hatred and anger, "I'm going to make her suffer."
The tiger visibly convulsed on the ground, both from the pain of the open cut in its side and from the electric shock. Suddenly its convulsions stopped before it finally laid still and Shifter slow transitioned back into his human form, defeated. Immediately the medics teleported in and out of the arena so quickly Barakiel hardly saw them come and go, taking Shifter with them.
Barakiel seemed to take a moment to breathe, but it wasn't long before that she was again assaulted. She narrowly parried a sword from slicing away at her body. Her attacker was Glorious, the second ranked hero of the junior class. Barakiel breathed heavily as she parried his series of sword strikes, and she even managed to catch him off guard. Glorious grimaced in pain as Barakiel's lance grazed his stomach. For a moment, Barakiel actually had the upper hand, until an blue energy blast hit her in the chest. She cried out in pain as she flew onto her back, the lance leaving her hand.
"You son of a bit-"
Before she could even get the words out a blue fist connected with her jaw, sending her crumpling to the ground.
"You shouldn't speak ill of your betters, girl," said Silvermist.
Adrian's hands tightened around the railing, the only thing between him and the ring, "Give in! You've lost, Alexis!"
"Fuck off, I can d-"
"Argh!" she cried out in pain as a foot connected with her side and a sword slashed her thigh.
Adrian obviously began to visibly become distraught at the spectacle in front of him. "Come on, dammit!"
"Adrian?" Dillon said, concerned about her partner. "Are you okay?"
"No! Look at her! Why isn't anyone calling this?! She's outnumbered! She obviously can't fight anymore!"
"I-I don't know. But why are you so concerned about her?"
Adrian struggled to find the right words, "Because this is unfair!"
Dillon looked up to him and thought, "I didn't think Adrian to be the type to care about fairness. Or care about anything, really."
Just then Adrian slowly began to levitate off the ground, seemingly to enter the ring.
"Adrian, stop! You could get in serious trouble for this!"
"You think I care?"
"I thought you did, at least! Listen, if you charge in there you will face serious consequences, like maybe losing your rank. Adrian, this is a moment where we could simply watch Silvermist give away all her powers."
Adrian gripped the railing even harder now, "So I'm just suppose to allow her to suffer?"
"You knew this is, what it would be like the moment you stepped in. So did she," Dillon said upon nodding toward Barakiel. Dillon placed her hand on his as she rubbed his back comfortingly. "You can't do anything about it now. Just trust that they'll take her out soon," she said, close to his ear.
Adrian realized how he was acting, how he was losing it, and breathed in deeply and then out. "Keep calm, keep calm."
"Thanks," he said to her as he looked back into the arena. For a few painful minutes the torture continued until the match was finally called and Glorious didn't challenge Silvermist and the junior matches were over.
Adrian took a final look at Silvermist, his eyes ablaze with hatred and anger, "I'm going to make her suffer."
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As he watched, the ball seemed to be shrinking and shrinking. Noises seemed to be coming from down inside it, disgusting sounds that made Willow queasy. A sickening sound seemed to be coming from the pool of darkness and Willow could barely hear it. Listening to it made him want to vomit. The arena was dead silent, listening, and the sounds were that much louder from inside. When a loud retching gag was heard from inside, Willow gagged as well.
A few moments later, a woman’s half-muted scream was heard again, and suddenly, Clairi’s body went flying out of the darkness, blood pouring from the front half of her body, finally landing on her stomach, eyes wide open, staring into the distance. The medics were on her in a second, doing their best to repair the damage to her body. Willow stared into the arena, at the stream of blood and slimy sheen of viscera underneath the glowing overhead lights, and the vomit on the psychic’s body and he dropped to his knees, fingers threaded through the fence, having lost his ability to stand. Screaming and applause filled the stadium.
He watched as Clairi’s body was teleported from the arena. The pool of darkness dissipated, leaving Void standing in the center, holding her stuffed bunny and standing in front of a pool of vomit and blood. Void giggled and looked up to Firecracker, extending her outstretched hand to him, as if inviting him to play.
All the color and amusement was out of Firecracker’s arrogant face as he saw the destruction that little girl had wrought, but he started walking towards Void, ready to begin the battle. The nausea overwhelmed Willow and he ran out of the arena, running towards the nearest trashcan beginning to vomit into it, shaking uncontrollably. Once he was outside, he wasn't even quite sure what had happened. The details were fuzzy but the horror he'd seen had been real.
A few moments later, a woman’s half-muted scream was heard again, and suddenly, Clairi’s body went flying out of the darkness, blood pouring from the front half of her body, finally landing on her stomach, eyes wide open, staring into the distance. The medics were on her in a second, doing their best to repair the damage to her body. Willow stared into the arena, at the stream of blood and slimy sheen of viscera underneath the glowing overhead lights, and the vomit on the psychic’s body and he dropped to his knees, fingers threaded through the fence, having lost his ability to stand. Screaming and applause filled the stadium.
He watched as Clairi’s body was teleported from the arena. The pool of darkness dissipated, leaving Void standing in the center, holding her stuffed bunny and standing in front of a pool of vomit and blood. Void giggled and looked up to Firecracker, extending her outstretched hand to him, as if inviting him to play.
All the color and amusement was out of Firecracker’s arrogant face as he saw the destruction that little girl had wrought, but he started walking towards Void, ready to begin the battle. The nausea overwhelmed Willow and he ran out of the arena, running towards the nearest trashcan beginning to vomit into it, shaking uncontrollably. Once he was outside, he wasn't even quite sure what had happened. The details were fuzzy but the horror he'd seen had been real.
Dillon and Adrian waited for the hero games to officially end with an interview from both Silvermist and Glorious before reentering the stadium. The sidekick matches proceed the same way the hero matches did with a battle royale until only one stood.
From what Adrian could gather Silvermist's partner was telekinetic, like himself. However he was stronger and capable of lifting entire cars if he wanted to. "He could certainly be a problem if he were to get one of my swords."
Once the sidekick matches had ended Adrian and Dillon made their way back to the mansion, and Dillon hesitated to ask Adrian about what had previously transpired during the hero matches.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I don't," he said sternly.
"Oh, alright..."
The rest of the walk was made in silence and eventually Adrian and Dillon walked back into the mansion, and Adrian continued walking toward the infinity pool.
"Are you going swimming?"
"No," he said as he sat down next to the cool waters and closed his eyes.
From what Adrian could gather Silvermist's partner was telekinetic, like himself. However he was stronger and capable of lifting entire cars if he wanted to. "He could certainly be a problem if he were to get one of my swords."
Once the sidekick matches had ended Adrian and Dillon made their way back to the mansion, and Dillon hesitated to ask Adrian about what had previously transpired during the hero matches.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I don't," he said sternly.
"Oh, alright..."
The rest of the walk was made in silence and eventually Adrian and Dillon walked back into the mansion, and Adrian continued walking toward the infinity pool.
"Are you going swimming?"
"No," he said as he sat down next to the cool waters and closed his eyes.
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Lydia came home after spending another hour or so exercising and she walked into the kitchen, making some orange water, drinking it on her way back to her room. She was still covered in sweat and a thin layer of dust. She changed her clothes into her swimsuit and swimshorts, which were still damp from the night before. She headed down to the pool, hearing that the house was silent. She assumed no one was home. Entering the pool and jacuzzi area, she hesitated, seeing Adrian sitting there. “... If you’re going to be next to the pool, at least get in it.” At least someone’s here in case it’s too deep and I fall in. She tossed her hair, deciding to mostly ignore him. She walked over to the pool and hesitated. She had no idea of how deep it was. Setting down her orange water, she climbed down using the ladder, very carefully lowering a foot down, to touch the bottom. The slightly heated water managed to cool her down easily. She realized she could touch bottom and she let go of the ladder and started splashing her arms. “... How’d your all-important match go?”
Willow entered the house, shutting the door behind him, leaning on it. He slid down until he was sitting in front of it, closing his eyes. He reached behind him, pulling a flower out from his hair, a cream colored flower, breathing the scent of it in and out to calm his body and ease his stomach. He held up his phone, glancing at it briefly, before setting it down next to him, closing his eyes and wanting to forget what he had seen.
Willow entered the house, shutting the door behind him, leaning on it. He slid down until he was sitting in front of it, closing his eyes. He reached behind him, pulling a flower out from his hair, a cream colored flower, breathing the scent of it in and out to calm his body and ease his stomach. He held up his phone, glancing at it briefly, before setting it down next to him, closing his eyes and wanting to forget what he had seen.
Adrian had his eyes closed before Lydia came to the pool, and he quietly repeated, "Nil desperandum. Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria," to himself. He opened a single eye to looked at her as she splashed in the infinity pool. He sat with his legs and arms crossed, "No, it's difficult to meditate and calm myself while swimming. And it went... fine," he said, obviously still annoyed by what happened. "How did your exercising go?"
Dillon stretched her small frame upon standing up from her chair and over her desk. On the desk rested her metallic boots, "Geez, I think I've done all I could with these boots for now, but I could do more. I need more materials, but that means I need more money..."
She walked down the steps and caught Willow just entering the house. She saw him slide down the door with an odd look on his face. She walked up to him, "Are you alright, Willow?"
Dillon stretched her small frame upon standing up from her chair and over her desk. On the desk rested her metallic boots, "Geez, I think I've done all I could with these boots for now, but I could do more. I need more materials, but that means I need more money..."
She walked down the steps and caught Willow just entering the house. She saw him slide down the door with an odd look on his face. She walked up to him, "Are you alright, Willow?"
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“Mm. Running calms me. Usually. When I’m upset and I can’t pummel whatever’s made me mad, I run.” Lydia removed her hairtie, setting it next to her water bottle. Her hair tumbled down onto her shoulders. She dipped under the water, before pushing her hair out of her face. “My exercising went terribly. I hit a wall. I’m sure this isn’t the extent of my powers but hell if I can figure out what else I can do.” she closed her eyes. “I’m working my inferior-to-Dillon’s ass off, but I can’t make any progress.” She stopped splashing to help him concentrate. She wasn’t in it to swim anyway. Not that she could.
Willow looked up at her, letting go of the flower and it shrunk back into his hair again. “Yes. Well, I don’t know.” he hesitated. “I… I’d never seen the villain matches before. You guys went to the hero side so I thought I should… Are they all… like that?” his voice had reduced to a whisper. “I just saw… sort of… someone… I don’t remember what happened. I just know their stomach was exploded out, all the way out. Organs and blood.” He looked down at his phone, picking it up. “I don’t remember, but I think… this girl did it. I think she’s number one now because I left myself a note.” He held up his phone with Void’s picture. “Is that how villain matches are? I’ll never go to another one. Everyone was cheering…”
Willow looked up at her, letting go of the flower and it shrunk back into his hair again. “Yes. Well, I don’t know.” he hesitated. “I… I’d never seen the villain matches before. You guys went to the hero side so I thought I should… Are they all… like that?” his voice had reduced to a whisper. “I just saw… sort of… someone… I don’t remember what happened. I just know their stomach was exploded out, all the way out. Organs and blood.” He looked down at his phone, picking it up. “I don’t remember, but I think… this girl did it. I think she’s number one now because I left myself a note.” He held up his phone with Void’s picture. “Is that how villain matches are? I’ll never go to another one. Everyone was cheering…”
Adrian opened both eyes at this and repeated what she said,"Inferior-to-Dillon's ass? What the hell does that even mean?" He inquired as he uncrossed his arms and legs, leaned back, and supported himself with one arm.
Dillon was taken aback by this, "Oh, uh, wow. Well, they can be pretty brutal. That sounds pretty bad though, even for the villain matches. Are you sure that's what you saw?" Dillon looked at Void's picture and seemed slightly unsettled by it and looked away. "Did you see anything else? Like a weapon maybe? Or maybe it's an illusion?"
Dillon was taken aback by this, "Oh, uh, wow. Well, they can be pretty brutal. That sounds pretty bad though, even for the villain matches. Are you sure that's what you saw?" Dillon looked at Void's picture and seemed slightly unsettled by it and looked away. "Did you see anything else? Like a weapon maybe? Or maybe it's an illusion?"
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Lydia used the ladder to climb out of the water, walking over to the towel rack, rubbing it through her hair first. "Last night, you told me that I had better breasts, but she had the better ass... Which is okay. You know. I exercise a lot, so... I could have expected that." She wrapped the towel around her chest, before she picked up her water, taking a drink of it. She walked over to the jacuzzi, removing her towel and slipping down into it. Her arms and legs were already sore, she could only imagine what they would be like tomorrow.
"I... I don't know. I think that's what I saw." Willow put his phone away. "I... I don't remember seeing much. I don't think I did see much. I could hear... retching and... then I remember seeing the body come rolling, blood and... organs..." he gestured at himself. "And vomit, all over her face. She looked dead. The medics came and took her, immediately. The moment I saw her. I... I asked around, she was alive. She comforted me. Isn't that so embarrassing?" Willow choked back a sound before reaching for the flower, taking in deep breaths from it again. "She comforted me, saying that she was okay. It was enevitable, and that she had only fought because it was something I needed to see... I didn't have her name in the records, this girl. The announcers didn't seem to know who she was, but she was their number three. When they announced her... they said, 'who is this'."
"I... I don't know. I think that's what I saw." Willow put his phone away. "I... I don't remember seeing much. I don't think I did see much. I could hear... retching and... then I remember seeing the body come rolling, blood and... organs..." he gestured at himself. "And vomit, all over her face. She looked dead. The medics came and took her, immediately. The moment I saw her. I... I asked around, she was alive. She comforted me. Isn't that so embarrassing?" Willow choked back a sound before reaching for the flower, taking in deep breaths from it again. "She comforted me, saying that she was okay. It was enevitable, and that she had only fought because it was something I needed to see... I didn't have her name in the records, this girl. The announcers didn't seem to know who she was, but she was their number three. When they announced her... they said, 'who is this'."
"Fuckin' shit," he mumbled, embarrassed as he face-palmed himself. He could feel his cheeks growing hot at the thought of saying such a thing. "'Don't worry about it,' she said," he mocked. "'You were just drunk,' she said."
An awkward moment passed as he mentally punched himself, but stopped to realize that he wasn't lying. Lydia did have the nicer breast while Dillon did have a nice ass. He mentally punched himself again, "No! Not now! Focus!"
Adrian stood up from his meditating spot and awkwardly walked over to the jacuzzi that Lydia sat in. "So... did I say anything else... like that?" Adrian wasn't sure how to broach the subject, it was already embarassing and uncomfortable enough.
"Really? You actually saw that?" Dillon's stomach dropped at the thought of such a thing, at the thought of being eviscerated. It made her quiver from anxiety and fear. "Oh damn... I-I... We should tell them. We need to tell Adrian and Steelia. Otherwise... that could be us. We need to figure something out."
An awkward moment passed as he mentally punched himself, but stopped to realize that he wasn't lying. Lydia did have the nicer breast while Dillon did have a nice ass. He mentally punched himself again, "No! Not now! Focus!"
Adrian stood up from his meditating spot and awkwardly walked over to the jacuzzi that Lydia sat in. "So... did I say anything else... like that?" Adrian wasn't sure how to broach the subject, it was already embarassing and uncomfortable enough.
"Really? You actually saw that?" Dillon's stomach dropped at the thought of such a thing, at the thought of being eviscerated. It made her quiver from anxiety and fear. "Oh damn... I-I... We should tell them. We need to tell Adrian and Steelia. Otherwise... that could be us. We need to figure something out."
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Lydia laughed a little. "We have unresolved sexual tension, and that I have pretty eyes." She leaned back. "Oh. And that if you'd known how good I looked in a swimsuit, you'd have gotten in the jacuzzi all the time. It's pretty funny now. You were so genuine about it. It was kind of charming." She looked up at him. "... Why don't you get in here?" she leaned back a bit. "We can talk about whatever's bothering you about the matches today."
"I'm worried they'll just laugh at me. We're kind of... honestly, we're unimportant to them, and they're just going to think I'm being a baby about it..." Willow breathed into the flower again, before letting it go and it bounced back and disappeared. He got to his feet slowly. "I... I just know I'm going to have nightmares about this..." he took a deep breath, finally calming himself down. He felt silly when he realized he'd never been introduced to this girl he was speaking to. "Thank you for talking to me. I feel better. I'll go talk to them in a bit, once I stop shaking. Oh. Yeah. By the way, hi. I'm Willow. We've never met. Metallica, right?"
"I'm worried they'll just laugh at me. We're kind of... honestly, we're unimportant to them, and they're just going to think I'm being a baby about it..." Willow breathed into the flower again, before letting it go and it bounced back and disappeared. He got to his feet slowly. "I... I just know I'm going to have nightmares about this..." he took a deep breath, finally calming himself down. He felt silly when he realized he'd never been introduced to this girl he was speaking to. "Thank you for talking to me. I feel better. I'll go talk to them in a bit, once I stop shaking. Oh. Yeah. By the way, hi. I'm Willow. We've never met. Metallica, right?"
"Charming? She actually found it... charming?" Suddenly Adrian wasn't feeling so apprehensive about what he said, although the lingering feeling of embarrassment was still there. The fact that he mentioned her eyes prompted him to take another good look in them. Then he remembered hearing her say how he mentioned she looked good in a swimsuit which caused his eyes to drift downward and he abruptly stopped, controlling himself. "Well, at least I know I wasn't lying."
He stopped the think for a moment before finally deciding, "Alright. We can talk. I'll be back," he said before hurrying off and finding his swim trunks. Upon entering his room he remembered that the pants he was wearing were not the same ones as yesterday. "Did... someone change me too? That's... even worse." However, Adrian had to wonder who would actively go out of their way to make sure he didn't go to bed with wet clothing on. "Dillon..." A grin spread across his face. "That girl..."
Adrian changed into his swim trunks but hesitated to take off his shirt, but realized he already did it last night. Meaning both Lydia and Dillon already saw his scar covered body. He suddenly grew self-conscious of this fact, and began to hate alcohol, but even more so he hated himself for allowing it to happen. Adrian sighed, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. "Might as well rock it,"
Adrian returned to the jacuzzi and relaxed into it. "Note to self: meditate in jacuzzi next time."
Dillon stood up alongside him, "I think we're more important to them than they know right now. I know Adrian would do some... unfavorable things if I weren't there for him. Yeah, that's me, but you can call me Dillon Hunt, partner of Adrian," she said as she shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Willow. If you need help talking to them, you can come to me, okay?"
He stopped the think for a moment before finally deciding, "Alright. We can talk. I'll be back," he said before hurrying off and finding his swim trunks. Upon entering his room he remembered that the pants he was wearing were not the same ones as yesterday. "Did... someone change me too? That's... even worse." However, Adrian had to wonder who would actively go out of their way to make sure he didn't go to bed with wet clothing on. "Dillon..." A grin spread across his face. "That girl..."
Adrian changed into his swim trunks but hesitated to take off his shirt, but realized he already did it last night. Meaning both Lydia and Dillon already saw his scar covered body. He suddenly grew self-conscious of this fact, and began to hate alcohol, but even more so he hated himself for allowing it to happen. Adrian sighed, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. "Might as well rock it,"
Adrian returned to the jacuzzi and relaxed into it. "Note to self: meditate in jacuzzi next time."
Dillon stood up alongside him, "I think we're more important to them than they know right now. I know Adrian would do some... unfavorable things if I weren't there for him. Yeah, that's me, but you can call me Dillon Hunt, partner of Adrian," she said as she shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Willow. If you need help talking to them, you can come to me, okay?"
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Lydia laughed at Adrian's eagerness, and she settled down into the water while he was gone, closing her eyes and relaxing in the water. It was all true then. He did look at my eyes when I said that, and the rest of me when I said... she smiled a bit, thinking to herself. He was definitely cute... She supposed she could loosen up at least once... She looked up when he slipped down into the water, and she closed her eyes. "It's nice, isn't it?..." she reached for her water bottle. "It's divine after all the running and lifting I did today..." she took a long drink of the water before putting her arms up on the back of the jacuzzi, tipping her head up towards the ceiling. "So. Who was this super important person you were going to see?"
Willow seemed surprised. "Oh. Dillon? Sorry. I'm used to Steelia getting mad when I use her real name. My name's Joshua." He hesitated before getting more determined. "I'm the partner of Steelia. No. LYDIA." he said in a more defiant tone. "... I definitely won't hesitate to come talk to you. I appreciate it. It's nice to have someone here to talk to. I was about to lose my mind," he said, a little embarrassed. He walked over to the couch and sunk down on it. "Feels like heaven, this couch." he closed his eyes. "... I can still see that horror when I close my eyes..." he murmured under his breath.
Willow seemed surprised. "Oh. Dillon? Sorry. I'm used to Steelia getting mad when I use her real name. My name's Joshua." He hesitated before getting more determined. "I'm the partner of Steelia. No. LYDIA." he said in a more defiant tone. "... I definitely won't hesitate to come talk to you. I appreciate it. It's nice to have someone here to talk to. I was about to lose my mind," he said, a little embarrassed. He walked over to the couch and sunk down on it. "Feels like heaven, this couch." he closed his eyes. "... I can still see that horror when I close my eyes..." he murmured under his breath.
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