Kyle
Kyle just rolled his eyes at Isamu's bravado as they began walking.
"Yea, yea, and Rudolph will sing Jingle Bells while the Easter Bunny craps an egg out of his ass," Kyle shook his head, "Well, at the very least, we’ll be providing some form of cheap entertain-"
Suddenly a student in a violet shirt rushed past the two of them, nearly smashing into them in the process, Kyle, more than a little offended shouted after him, "Hey! Watch where the hell you're-". he clenched his jaw shut, metaphorically biting his own tongue, he couldn’t always let his anger take control like that. He sighed, thinking, "Make friends before enemies, right Isamu?" Breathing in deeply then exhaling, he turned to face his friend, ”Sorry about that, lost my temper for a sec,” he nodded this in affirmation, “Right then, ready to go blow some minds, or” Kyle grinned, “do you need your Jester hat first?”
Minutes later they had arrived at the auditorium and were permitted backstage. Groups of students were gathered around each other, practicing parts or were sitting alone basking in their ‘fear of people’ anxiety. It was strange for Kyle though, despite having performed in front of people before during his matches, going up stage in front of his peers was making his heart rate increase. A lone drop of sweat slowly makes its way down his forehead, his heart quickened and he saw the last person he was expecting to see; Ami.
”Aw shit…”
"Trader Toke"
For most students at Yamaku, the talent show was a time of fun and a cool way to show off some skills, to the few people like Ueda, it was a nuisance, but for the very select people like Toke himself, it was just another business venture. For Toke the talent show was a great way to advertise himself and to Toke there was nothing better in advertisement than just a little mystery. The best way to pull out the mystery was through magic, a little hobby he had picked up that combined his two most efficient skills, illusion and showmanship. He dressed himself up in a black, tight-fitting, dress suit that accentuated his sharp features, a pair of black formal gloves, a black cane with a silver ball, and to complete it, a set of silver spectacles with orange lenses that completely covered his eyes. Placing a deck of cards in his suit pocket he was ready to go, but before he could perform, he had…business to take care of.
He had requested Ueda to help him in a matter of thievery. Some scrub of a freshman thought that just cause he could play a few riffs, he was too good to pay for his fix. Ueda had been witness to similar incidents, had been requested to help for similar incidents in the past, all of them effectively successful, said individuals never crossed Toke again; tonight would be no different. Though he hadn’t instructed Ueda as to where to go, they had done this enough times that which exit would be picked was predictable. Toke having left earlier to wait for his friend, took the time to prepare what sort of punishment would be devised and ensured his safety in this matter, no one would come around.
At this point and time in the day the sun was still setting, but it was still dark enough that visibility would be low and this punishment would go off without a hitch. He was leaning against the wall a few feet away from the door, waiting patiently, his cane twirling on its axis beneath his palm, waiting for its victim. His ear perked up as the back door opened and both the thief and Ueda walked out, he looked to Toke, Toke nodded back, smiling. The kid spoke out, wondering aloud about something with sound equipment? Probably a ruse to lure him out here, smart thinking Ueda. As soon as the door closed, Toke rushed forward, swung his cane low and smacked the kid behind the knees. The sudden pain caused him to fall to his knees, crying out. Toke rushed around, smacked his palm onto the freshman’s mouth and started pushing forward and down. The sudden force brought the kid down onto his back, effectively pinning his legs underneath himself and Toke slammed himself down onto the kid, the cane pressing into his throat.
“Remember me fucker?! Where’s my goddamn money?!” The kid’s eyes shot wide open in terror, this caused Toke to smile, this was probably his favorite part of being a dealer, dealing with scrubs like this one. Ueda had done well.