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Scion CS

________________________________________ Salvatore Esposito Manly man! | 28 | Lorenzia Scion of Lightning _______________________________________________ Why doesn’t he talk or react? He’s big. He should be a wrecking ball. Something must be wrong with him. ________________________________________

”Knowing your own strength can mean the difference between life and death.” Holy Sigil Location Inner right wrist Appearance Salvatore is a hulk of a man. Partly because of his travels and always on the move and partly because of genetics. He was always a tall sonofagun. Stands at 6-foot-7-inches and a body that is mostly muscle. His hair, though naturally straightened and silky when he was birthed into the world, has since been stylized into dreads that always stay up due to a blue headband worn at all times, which allow the sight of both an x-shaped scar on his left cheek and his striking blue eyes. His travels have been good to him. He is built like a mountain man. Bulging biceps that are weapons in their own rights. He has many scars all over his body. Some are noticeable while others are covered by his preferred of light plated armor to be worn as every day clothes - including the wristbands. He also has reinforced shin plates for his boots. Outside of that, he wears a dark blue cloak that has since been reduced to a vest substitute due to, again, his travels. Personality Honor is deeply rooted in Salvatore’s beliefs, but for every intent and purpose, he’s always been a lively, energetic man. For as long as he could remember, he’s held a deep love for the world and everyone in it. His heart is truly that of a good and honest person. Not only won’t he tell a lie, for some reason, it’s impossible for him to lie to someone’s face. He, unlike his older brother, the President of Lorenzia, would not make for a good politician. He’s much too pure and good to even be considered for such a position. Because he is a good person, that also has created some troubling situations for him. He’s much too stubborn to ever compromise his integrity. It’s caused arguments with both and men and women. Despite his inability to lie, he loves to debate. Loves to argue and especially after he’s knocked back a few too many mugs of rum. When he does that, things get tense. He fights as much with his mind as he does with his fists. A man his size who is as intelligent as he is, ironically, unwise when it comes to not knowing his own strength. Truly the literal representation of the duality of man. Biography Life for Salvatore has been anything but normal. Mostly due to his abnormal size. As what one might expect for someone whose first experience with puberty came before he entered the chronological stage of double digits, Salvatore towered over most kids his age and even over his own older brother. Because he had always been a good kid and was seemingly raised right, Salvatore was the classic case of a gentle giant. Never laid a hand on those who rightly deserved it. Never let the comments of being a freak ever get to him. There was never anything that could change who he was. Whether that was the promise he made to himself or the advice he once received from his brother, Salvatore always stood firm that he was bigger than that. Literally and personally. As time went on and the giant boy grew into a giant man, Salvatore became even further committed into his own beliefs. Most of them personal and bound by an honor code he developed, but also as a countryman of Lorenzia, as well as a believer in the Goddess. All of them crafted him into the man he became. Salvatore understood at a young age that his size would more than make up for a lot of things in life, but he still became well-educated, taking his studies seriously. In fact, it was surprising to a lot of people who knew him from his younger years, but ever since a young age, Salvatore took a great interest in the other countries. He especially loved it when world history classes came along because it meant he could learn about the other countries. A personal dream of his was to travel to them. He wanted to see the other lands, soak up their rich history and culture, and consume as much knowledge and experience as he could. For much of his adult life, Salvatore spent the years not just soaking up the written knowledge of the world, but because of a family friend of the Esposito family a woman who was ten years his senior by the name of Gianna Bianchi, a beautiful woman with Lorenzian features. A merchant who had a whole network of both land and sea-faring vessels. She knew well of Salvatore’s love for the world, having been included in some of the excited tangents he would go on about certain facts about every country. Even his least favorite of Doumerc, which he always had one or two things to say positively about. He was already an adult when she had asked what he thought about coming to work for her on her chartered cargo ship. It didn’t take a lot of convincing, but Salvatore was at a crossroads. This was the sort of opportunity that only came once in a lifetime. He had worked within the capital as a local merchant, so his experience wasn’t lacking in doing it globally, but his brother was here. His family was here. His whole life was in Ornell. Gianna understood this and gave him half of a year to think about it. That’s when the next time she would be rolling into town for her next shipment of cargo. Salvatore did indeed spend the following six months thinking about a lot. Simultaneously, he put certain eggs into a basket just in case he was going to lean in the direction that pushed him to follow his life-long dream. Unbeknownst to him, there were other things working in the background. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Salvatore was so mentally fixated on whether or not to take up Gianna on her offer to work for her that he never realized that his brother was being elected as the next President of Lorenzia. This came as a shock for a lot of reasons. He must have never realized just how much of an interest his brother had in politics, but he also didn’t think his brother could be so foolish. With all the knowledge of the world that Salvatore consumed in books, there came a certain understanding about how the cruel game of politics worked. There was always a secondary motive behind every big play. He had made what he suspected was the truth, even if he was wrong, Salvatore made it known to his older brother. Knowing his brother, maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe Salvatore was wrong. Or maybe it was just this immovable force that Salvatore was, a brick wall of a man who couldn’t see the desire that was the unstoppable force of his brother. Or it was the higher-ups in Lorenzia manipulating him like Salvatore suspected all along. It didn’t matter what the reason was or who was right or wrong. It became clear they both refused to yield on the ground they stood firmly on. Ignorance or too much empathy be damned, Salvatore wasn’t getting anywhere with his brother. The tide was changing for the Espositios and the sail of Salvatore’s life took him in a different direction. WIthin a fortnight, he was gone. He took Gianna up on her offer and was soon a traveling merchant on the sea. Life as a merchant went well for him. He was still quite young and managed to travel all over the great continent of Estora. Some months he spent the entirety soaking up the rich culture and rich religious history of Rosaria, perhaps the most beautiful country of them all. He spent multiple durations throughout the other countries, but the last one was when Gianna sent him on his solo mission, having done so well during the year and a half he was under her tutelage to deliver goods to a single client in Rodian. She wouldn’t tell him who it was, but just that maybe he might learn more than his name from the man. During his stay in Rodian, Salvatore was on a solo mission and he spent many nights with an ex-soldier who took a liking to him because, like him, he was also a big man. One that didn’t like to fight, but because of his size, he had no choice. Somewhere between delivering goods to this man, he took a sabbatical and became this older man’s student. For five months, he learned how to fight with his hands. Not just use his strength but proper technique on how to block, how to throw, how to deliver a solid, yet non-lethal blow, should he need to. It was with this man he also learned about what it meant to be larger than life but not wanting to hurt. It was here he came to understand that just because you were big didn’t mean you deserved to feel less than what you were. Not long after this, as part of the end of his time under the tutelage of this man who was so generous with his time, he and Salvatore went out for drinks. Just two men enjoying a night out. It was going swimmingly. They were both having a great time, enjoying each other’s company and even had some food, but there was a group of individuals who decided to make trouble. They were also large men - bigger than both Salvatore was. They seemed to have a problem with Salvatore for some reason. He didn’t know why, but they immediately started to poke fun at him. He didn’t respond. He learned restraint and he had dealt with bullies all his life. Even at twenty-six, he still felt the effects of unjustified harassment. But they wouldn’t stop. They took his admission of defeat as a reason to mess with his friend. Only that’s where he drew the line. Even one little attempt to fight him and Salvatore put a stop to it, stepping between them. Tensions escalated but even though they tried to hit him, all Sal did was block them. That irked them and three men began to wail on him, getting nothing but blocks. His mindset was to never fight back. He never fought back against people because he knew his size. He never wanted to be the reason anyone wound up in the hospital or parents were the reason. Even for someone who abided by a mostly pacifistic way of living, even he had his breaking point and that came when all three of them went for a series of punches that were not just blocked, but countered. He used his strength to hurl all three of them back. But just as he did, there was a phenomenon occurring within Salvatore that went unnoticed by him, but everyone in the bar noticed. On the inner portion of his right wrist, a light blue sigil of some kind appeared on his body. In the very next moment, lightning exploded from his fists and while it avoided the three bigger men, it destroyed the roof of the bar, causing debris of stone, iron, and wood to fly all over the place. Salvatore didn’t quite understand what was happening, but those in the bar did. Soon word would spread to the Church. The modern-day Scion of Lightning would be known and his name was Salvatore Esposito. The changes that came were felt immediately for Salvatore. Firstly, when the Church heard of this, they immediately sent for him. He was soon escorted out of Rodian and immediately was sent to Veradis and to the capitol. Everything he had come to enjoy about his life had changed. Assigned a templar, wherever he needed to go, he went under the supervision of his Templar. Wherever he needed to go, he went with his Templar. Though he primarily lived in Lorenzia again, back in his family home, which had made accommodations for his Templar, as it was now required, there was something different about him now. SEe, Salvatore hadn’t been the same since his abilities manifested. He had always strayed from wanting to fight. He always rejected the idea of fighting because it wasn’t fair to those who were smaller than him. He could hurt them. He knew there might come a day that his worst fears would be made a reality; and even though he didn’t hurt anyone during that day, there was still the pure and simple fact that he could have. That stayed with him even to the present day. He hates being a scion but hates letting his emotions get the better of him even more. Salvatore Esposito is a big man with an even bigger heart. He doesn’t want to hurt but knows he will. So he does whatever he has to. Not just as a man of Lorenzia, but as the Scion of Lightning. Weapon of Choice Due to his overwhelming size and surprising almost pacifistic nature, Salvatore never had any real needs or desires to properly train in any class of weapon. That being said, he does wear plated shin guards and bracers. In addition, his primary “weapon”, as many would refer to it, are iron gauntlets. They more pack enough punch, especially with his size and strength that comes with it. Misc. THEME GOES HERE Sal loves to read and frequently is on the hunt for first editions and anything new he hasn’t read before. He also writes poetry, though he doesn’t think he is any good. An avid meat eater. He can consume at least 5 pounds of meat in one sitting, if he is allowed to. Sal does have social media. He’s on Instagram under the handle @BIgSalEspo He looks big and scary but he’s actually quite friendly and might even make the first introduction with a small wave. Imagine that. A big man like him waving so simply. How could you not love him? Keeps a private journal of every blessing and/or job he does that require the use of his magic. It is to ensure he does not have an unaccounted-for moment where his powers go awry.

genevys

Anakin did nothing wrong. #fuckthemkids

But welcome! Pokemon and Star Wars rule

Ju-V

^{INTERACTIONS: Aegis Agent, New roomieeeee! @Retired
LOCATION: Rekt Room → New homeeee with da homie}

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It hadn't mattered where Kyle went. He always felt like the odd one out whenever he was on an island. The Aegis facility he and so many others were forced to live in might've been a lot less tropical than the place he called home, but it didn't lack the same kind of excitement.

Except, in Kyle's case, he wasn't at the center of said excitement. He wasn't mad or anything or even disappointed. He just felt like he was in an odd place as the events that unfolded had him lamenting about everything. He wasn't part of the group that was engaging with the others. He wasn't blowing up tables or anything even close to that. Kyle was playing video games, enjoying whatever racing game was left unattended. In all truth, he was having a grand time by himself because that's who Kyle was. He could find enjoyment out of simple pleasures such as video games.

During the immediate aftermath of everything that happened and every single meta like him was told to get against the wall, Kyle wanted to look back but it was so intense, he thought it would be beneficial to his physical well-being to just not poke the shark. Oh, but the temptation was indeed high.

Being led down some hallway, Kyle wasn't really paying attention other than where he was told to go. It hadn't been until he heard the soldier or whatever they were called had been guiding him down said highway did he hear another that was with him read off Kyle's name from the handy-dandy tablet in his hand.

"Vass, Kyle--" The look on the man's eyes when he met Kyle's was the expression of a man who thought he saw a ghost, but it was just the pesky annoying little turd that refuse to call him by his real name.

"Not Austin, It's Steve!" Kyle excitedly declared, seeing the familaar face and smiled. "Mahalo! How are you?"

"I don't ask for much from the director. I just want to do a job. I just want to do a job and not have to stress about much. And yet..." Steve was mumbling to himself and completely lost track of time.

"Yoooo whooooooo!" Kyle was waving his hands in front of the dazed Steve's face. Time went by, but after a few minutes, he finally snapped back to Planet Earth.

"Right. Anyway, this is your room. Your personal items..well, item should be in there. And you'll have a roo--"

Much like his own power over wind, Kyle blitz'd into the room. He had a one-tracked mind. He heard his board was returned to him and he rushed in to see it. He left STeve hanging on an unknowingly importnat note that he didn't even stop to consider that there would be two rooms. The implication didn't hit him until he saw the belongings of someone else in one of the rooms. Not that it was much, but Kyle made a note of a MP3player, but when he saw his board, Kyle's world came full circle. His heart was full of joy and he gave his board a gentle, yet full tap.

"I can't wait to ride you. Feeling the wind in my hair, letting the air currents really take us high."

The Hawaiian surfer spent a few moments saying things to an inanimate object that most would probably find weird, but Kyle was a weird dude. He marched to the beat of his own drum. And, in all honesty, he just didn't feel complete without his board. In that time, he didn't even acknowledge there was another person that entered the room. He was, however, snapped out of his own little world when the other boy greeted him.

"Mahalo brada!" Kyle energetically gestured to..Wes with a hang loose hand gesture and a wide smile. He was still mentally in his own world, riding high on the cloud of air of his own excitement. "I'm Kyle! Well, Skylar, but all my ohana just calls me Kyle. Sometimes idiot. Definitely have been called a dumbass and loco. You're free to call me whatever the wind carries you to. You can even call me Wave Rider, if you're feeling like it...Though I guess that one makes no sense, huh? Well it's cause of this bad boy!" He tapped his hoverboard again for emphasis. "When I'm on my baby, I fly high like a seagull that's accidentally consumed an edible. You ever had edibles before? Let me tell you, that's a whole different kind of high, especially the good shit!"

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

_{LOCATION — Los Angeles International Airport → Miami International Airport → Private Hanger → Miami Marina
INTERACTIONS — Run in with an old friend}

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“Today’s the day.”

Derex was riding first class to his old stomping grounds — Palm Beach, Florida. The memories he had attached to that place. Those memories date back to when he was barely 13 and his family moved from Germany to Florida. At the time, he hadn’t thought about what exactly was in store for him. At thirteen, Derex wasn’t thinking about much. He was leaving the only home he knew to another home that he would eventually call his own. When he made his first friends in Asher and Ty, he thought it was great because here were two boys who he had developed a brotherhood for life with.

That friendship carried over through the years. As with everyone who becomes busy in life, sometimes the frequency of contact wavered in the years, but a thing about a brotherhood? No matter how busy life got for any of them, there was one thing that could bring em all back together: guaranteed front row seats at any of his fights. And the afterparties were always legendary. Always whether it was just the three dogs let loose on the town or when the gang could get together, especially because his social circle was the same as theirs.

Which included Paulina. Especially Paulina since she was best friends with Amalee and Rex had always been close with his self-appointed adopted introvert.

As he sat in his seat, thinking about the last time the whole gang was together and the events that followed, Rex couldn’t help but think about how his last…encounter with Paulina left a lot of questions. There was a night a few weeks ago where he and Paulina drank too much. He couldn’t remember how many shots he threw back, but he recalled Paulina matching his pace, if not exceeding it. Most of that night remained a mystery but he remembered they made it to his place. And the sex they had would make Thor and Odin jealous, yet make every viking cheer in support of the extremely-physical things they did.

And then morning came. Immediately after he woke up, he did so with a phone call from his baby sister. Lena, like Rex, also enjoyed the reckless unpredictability of a night out on the town. She was involved in a classic bar fight. Lena was a true firecracker and she had gotten herself arrested. Rex, ever the family man who always put his family first, left as soon as he could. He left a note for Paulina, explaining it and hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him.

But ever since then he never heard back from her. Not even to let him know how angry she was at him for leaving her alone in his Malibu beach house. He assumed that maybe she was busy with things in her own life or she needed space. He respected that, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder she was indeed mad at him. Or at least felt some kind of way about him.

Which brought him to the feeling of apprehension he was having. He was halfway into the flight and it would land with a couple of hours before he had to be at the Miami Marina. Still, something deep down told him this might not be the exciting reunion with his old class that he was hoping it might be.

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“This is your captain speaking!” The captain of the flight spoke over the intercom. Rex immediately shook his head, and by extension, himself, awake as the captain continued, “We will be landing at Miami International Airport in 15 minutes.”

Rex stretched his arms and loosened all of his limbs. He made sure his seatbelt was on, as per the protocol when landing. No matter how many times he flew back and forth from Miami to Los Angeles, which in all honesty has been frequent due to his own business he conducts. Much like his father who also goes between the cities, he has his businesses. Ever since his father retired full time from running day to day operations of their gym, Rex took over the majority ownership. He may not have oversight of the day to day, but he pops in every other week for progress reports. He sits on the board of the now global chain of boxing and lifestyle fitness. In recent years, they’ve strayed away from his father’s initial vision and became more of a rival for the likes of Planet Fitness and In-Shape City.

Rex had always preferred to keep himself busy. In high school, even though he was training constantly at his father’s gym, he always wanted to be challenged. He did well enough at his academics, so he never needed to study much, so that’s really how he found himself with the free time to play football. Plus, he loved the sport. Whether it was American or European, he just loved it. He regularly plays soccer for charity as well as Football. He even has a minor ownership of the Miami Dolphins.

When the plane landed, it only took roughly half an hour for Rex to get his single duffle bag of luggage only to be led by security (upon his request) to a private hanger he owned. In it, among other things, was the one man he trusted above everyone else to manage the Miami location of his gym.

“Freddie!” Rex dapped his brother from another mother…well, one of three brothers from another mother. Freddie was his childhood best friend. Both of them were born and raised in Germany and even though Rex moved away, he never fell out of it with him. Always called. Always chatted. They would always play call of duty or madden every weekend and night that both of them were free. Eventually, Freddie moved to the states for college. Unlike Rex, he was a cage fighter and rose through the ranks in Bellator and UFC respectively. They called him Blitz because nobody sees him coming.

“Sexy Rexy! How was your flight? Ride it strong?” Fred joked, nudging his friend teasingly.

“You idiot,” Rex rolled his eyes, looking around his hanger. His own jet that he and Freddie owned was here but also his own personal ride that he kept here. “Yeah, it was fine. First class gets dull when you fly it all the time. A shame our baby is going through some hard times.”

“She just needs a little TLC and she’ll be flying us to Tokyo like she was last year. I do miss the dangerous delight of my puffer fish.”

The Bull shook his head. “You’re gonna die young, I hope you know that.”

“Life fast, die young, Fredrick Weiss does it well!” The blonde German started to dance to the rhythm of the slightly-altered Mia song. “Anyway! You got that reunion today, right?”

Rex smiled, shrugged, but eventually nodded. “Yeah. Gotta get to the marina within the hour. Of all places, it’s on a yacht.”

“So this otta be right up your alley. You’re basically a natural sailor at this point, what with how many models, sex workers, and the occasional hot mess socialites you’ve slept with on those fancy-ass LA yachts.”

Rex shook his head. Not that he was ashamed of his wildly impressive body count that was ont he verse of going triple…digits, that is, lately he’s been thinking of numero tres on that list. Number three being Paulina. He wanted to downplay some of Fredide’s comments and thoughts that he knew his friend was keeping inside. Rarely did Fred keep his intrusive thoughts inside, but knowing him, he could get a lot more colorful with his words.

“This one’s a bit different.”

“Oh because it’s your friend’s yacht? Cheer up, Rexy! I’ve met Ty plenty of times. He seems like he might be a dope ass host. Thousand Sunny is a great name for a yacht.”

He sighed. As always, Freddie was a bit too lost in his own intrusive thought-ridden mind. “No, not because of that. And yes, I agree it’s a great name and a yacht that I’m sure will be fun to party on. But you should know why, man. I literally told you about it last week.”

“Ohhh right! Has she not called you at all or are you too fucking chicken to make this move again?” Freddie allowed himself to sigh and almost glare at his childhood best friend. “You know for a Bull, you sure are playing chicken.”

“I am not a chicken!”

“Bock bock bock!” Freddie made the appropriate gestures, slouching forward and bending his arms like a chicken wing. “I’m sure your friends are tired of it, but this friend in this lovely hanger, standing right behind your damn Bugatti Chiron, is…also tired of it. There’s a long list of hot babes you’ve given the ole Bull Ride to, but what bout your heart, man? YOUR HEART!” Freddie gripped the very broad shoulders of The Bull and made the man who held a few inches over him look at him in his striking blue eyes. “Forget how mesmerizing my eyes are and listen to me! This woman Paulina is the only one you keep bitching about. You both made some stupid mistakes of thinking you were holding each other back. I don’t know how it was for her, but I was there on the other end of those late night gaming seshes. So I know, like usher said, you got it bad for her. So, also like Usher said, roll up to that reunion, pick the right time, and utter these following words…”

“Please no…”

Too late. Rex saw the grin on his friend’s face and he broke out into song. “THESE ARE MY CONFESSIONS~!”

And for ten minutes, with nobody around but the two of them to witness, the boys from Germany sang not just part one, not just part two, but PART 3 of Confessions. The two that Usher sang, but also the parody that Weird Al Yankovic did, as well. Ten minute spent singing in perfect German and ten more laughing about it.

When it was all said and done, the two were laying on their backs on the concrete floor of the hanger and they just looked up. It wasn’t always, but every now and then, Rex and Freddie liked to do this. They were idiots together. Rex had that vibe about him. Under all of the suave bravado he had with the many women he has slept with, the ultra macho, gym bro alpha male persona when he was in the ring, there was a boy who loved to break into song. Call him Troy Bolton but make it German. Call him a fruit (because he heard it from people all his life who didn’t understand), but don’t call him a coward.

Yet, as he laid in silence, Rex felt like one. He’s felt like one for close to a decade. He could say a lot about the reasons why he never pursued her after they “broke up”, but the truth of the matter was, deep down where all of his insecurities reside that are usually held under lock and key, he could see it for what it was. He was afraid. Always charging forward, but The Bull was running away.

He kipped up almost immediately after coming to this realization and as he did, his shorts hiked up into his ass. “Time for this bull to actually run towards something for a change.”

“MY MANNNN!” Freddie mirrored his friend and brought him into a bro hug. A tight one, at that. The hug lasted a few moments and they grinned at each other. “Better stampede ahead. You have…” Freddie checked his Apple Smart Watch. “Yeah, like twenty minutes to make it. Good thing you got yourself a car that will make you fast as fuck boiiiii!”

“Damn right it will. I knew keeping that beautiful candy-apple red Bugatti here would pay off.”

“That and you haven’t exactly paid for it to be shipped to your Malibu beach house.”

Rex shrugged. “Details-schmetails. What matters is that’s my ticket to not pisisng off a certain host.”

“Ty?”

“Sadly no. He is the chillest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. If he was planning this shit, I could show up an hour late and he’d be too high to notice. It’s Nikole Saera. You know her. Hot as fuck, but also a nightmare if you make trouble for her planning. Ever the infamous party planner. Great when you want shit to go a certain way, but punctuality has no leeway in her eyes.” It was annoying, but Rex could understand the drive. Kole was no different than Rex was. She was all about the grind. It didn’t matter if her grind was barking orders at the unlucky sap that would be working close with her.

Poor Ty.

Rex opened the front door to the bugatti and turned it on, letting the engine get ready as he tossed his bag in the backseat. He specifically chose this Bugatti for the fact that he wanted a luxury convertible. He didn’t want just any and it was down to a McLaren and a Bugatti. The Bugatti won.

“Damn she sounds like a nightmare. Be sure to give her my number.”

Rex rolled his eyes and cracked a grin. “Sure. I’ll be sure to pass along the message. ‘Hey Kole, been a long time. By the way, you seeing anyone? My idiot brotha-from-anotha-mother wants to fuck ya. Here’s his number.’” Rex let out a deep laugh front he gut while he and Freddie play-wrestled for about a minute.

“Fucker. Get out of here. Be sure to post on your story. I wanna see all the craziness that you’re willing to make public.”

Revving the engine, both Rex and Freddie gave each other a hand gesture that was synonymous with not just their friendship, but the gesture a lot of the younger fans of both of them use to identify each other. Between the two of them, it was how they always communicated the sentiment of ‘see you later’.

As he drove out of the hanger and left the airport, Rex drove it like the stampeding bull that he was. While it may have been perceived as reckless, he had full control. The thrill of getting the attention of cops was always part of the addiction. Adding to it, Rex took advantage of his ability to multitask but hitting up his group chat with The Boys, Asher and Ty.

“BULL IS STAMPEDING HIS WAY THROUGH MIAMI TRAFFIC BOYS! GONNA GET FUCKING LIT TODAYYY!”

The sounds of Thin Lizzy’s ‘The Boys are Back In Town’ was like a symphony down the streets of Miami, en route to the Marina. But, more importantly, party central!

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

_{LOCATION — On the road → Miami Beach Marina/Docks
INTRODUCING → The Turbulent Twins of Triton's Domain, Babble and Brooke Swimmer!
@Eyeshine & @Aces Away}

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“So what time do we have to be there again?” The younger Swimmer twin said, closing the door of her blue Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. It was the 2020 model and she had bought it recently, after explaining to her good buddy Asher, who also served as the family’s personal account manager and the holder of her chains, that she wanted one and promised it was a good investment.

He didn’t disagree, so she bought it that day. In all cash.

Bro was more than just excited for this reunion, she was more energetic, more fueled up on Monster Energy than she probably should be. Suffice to say she was wired as fuck! But she was so wired and somehow managed to convince Babs to let her be the one to drive (she could focus decently enough to get from point a to point b, so it really wasn’t a big deal. She always thrived when she was on the edge of overdosing on pure adrenaline (the feeling, not the thing you stab someone in the heart with when they literally OD).

“Do you think we have time to get something to eat?” She asked as she was pulling out of the joint driveway of their homes. Oh yeah, the twins lived in the same shared land. Big ole piece of prime real estate. Big enough to fit two spacious homes with their own utilities and a conjoined pool that was a swimmer’s paradise. Also they had a mini skatepark. Basically they had a mansion-sized land.

Babble pulled their phone out from the inner pocket of their light-weight suit jacket, checking the time on the screen before opening the maps to search for fast food and doing a bit of mental math. Babs hummed and swayed their head side to side while thinking before coming to a decision.

“There’s a Checkers on the way or an Arby's a minute or two out of the way, dude. If we’re in line for like, less than ten minutes then we’ll still get there on time,” The dark haired twin allowed easily, also swayed by the hunger in their own stomach and the way it rumbled as if to prove a point. “I want the garlic loaded fries if it’s Checkers.”

“I do love Arby’s.” Unpopular opinion because most people reject the hidden brilliance that is Arby’s and their absolutely goated curly fries, but there was nothing like them. But Babs being Babs, Bro knew her twin wanted to get to the sight of the boat boat boat on time. “Checkers it is then! I want mine with ranch, cheese, and bacon.” Her mouth was salivating at the thought of it. She preferred Arby’s curly fries, but they were on a deadline and knowing the time of day it was now, there was no way in Poseidon’s underwater hell they would make it with Babs’ preferred schedule, even if Bro drove a little over the speed limit..

Well, she always did, but any faster would get the cops on their asses. Nobody wanted that.

It only took twenty minutes for the Swimmer Twins to get to their local Checkers-Rally’s and get their two orders of fries and a couple drinks, because how can you have fries without some liquid candy!

Babs slurped happily on their chocolate milkshake, a small coke shoved into the cup holder for when it was time to switch up the texture. As Bro peeled out of the parking lot, Babs fell into routine and stabilized all the food and drinks until Bro leveled out at just about eight miles above the speed limit. Babs slurped on their shake and watched Bro as the light haired woman’s hair got blown every which way by the wind, already planning on using the few early minutes they’d have upon arrival to detangle all the knots that their sister was accumulating. Maybe she’d let Babs braid it before they boarded, especially in case she needs to throw up after drinking too much and Babs isn’t around to hold her hair back for her. It would be a win-win.

Instead of offering up any of these thoughts, however, Babble opened their mouth and asked, “Bro, do you think that like…the garlic fries would be fuckin’ banger dipped in this shake?”

Bro took a few moments to ponder her twin’s question. After exactly two of them, she shrugged. “I can’t say I’ve ever given it a shot but we’ve both had odd combos before we never thought about and, well that’s how we became crack addicts!” She spoke with such a nonchalance that she understood what other people might assume. No it wasn’t crack the drug, but rather the unique salty and sweet mixture of fries and milkshakes. Fries and Ranch taste like the bomb dot com, so it was an easy jump because milk is used in the making of ice cream…kind of.

Whoa, Bro’s mind went on a weird trajectory for a second. She took one of her loaded fries in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed. “If it tastes good, then who needs dipping sauce when you got a good ole choco shaky! And if it’s not good…well, at least you’ll know, dude!” Her logic was sound in her mind and she gave her twin a thumbs up, almost like a seal of approval in this culinary endeavor (she learned that word recently! Learning is fun.)

Babs nodded along with the logic, taking the encouragement and absolutely scooping out a glob of chocolate shake with a handful of fries, shoving the combo in their mouth and chewing slowly to get the full flavor. Once the new taste had been filed away in their mind, Babs swallowed and grinned at Bro.

“That was amaziiiiiiiing,” They raved, already dipping another fry with enthusiasm. “So, who are you most excited to see?”

“Would it be fair to say Ji-Su? I know we see her almost all the time, but it’s a bit.” She knew it was still cheating. Ji-Su was a frequent flier on their interaction tour. “Ash might be cheating too. I’m financially required to see him.” She almost scowled at the unfairness of her financial leash. So what if she bought some little things here and there that ended up being mistakes or thought investing in NFT’s were a good idea. She learned her lesson. “I think it would be dope to see Ziggy outside of their club! But I am a bit nervous to see Kole again. I remember her being a big hard-ass back in the day. Never let me jump off any roof without hearing the whole lecture. Oh you shouldn’t do that! You could crack your skull! The roof was damaged!”

“The roof held up just fine,” Babs assured with a confident nod. "But if we're going for those we don't see a lot then I gotta say Lindsey! I haven't seen her in person since Ama and I took her out for brunch after she lost Idol," Their head tilted to the side, thinking of another friend they hadn't seen in a while. Kole, upon Matty's disappearance, had pulled away from the twins, and Babble wasn't sure if that hurt them or their sister more, given that Babs and Kole's flings were much…lighter than the energy that always seemed to spark when Bro and Matty were near each other. Babs knew that what was between them and Kole was mostly exploration on the long haired girl's part, and tactile comfort for Babs. Knowing-despite not believing in the same fate for Matty as their sister- how down Brooke got whenever Matty, and by extension Kole, was brought up, Babs decided not to mention this particular person out loud. Instead, they turned to Brooke and gave her a needless assurance.

"I know we see them a lot but they still count! Like, I brought paint supplies so that Ama and I can do a paint and puff and sip!” Babble hung around Asher, Ty, and Ama any time they were on downtime during a gig in Cali, and Bro had to meet up with Asher at least once a month to go over her financials- a necessary repetitive lesson in responsibility, as Asher would say- but they were great friends and it has been a little while since they’ve seen each other. When Rex joins too? God help them all. “We were performing during Cole's last rodeo so I didn't get to use my ticket, so you can bet I'm going to glomp onto that dude as soon as possible," Cole was a great friend and Babs loves their conversations, but Babble was also a firm subscriber to 'If they're tall and sturdy than I shall climb', and Cole and Rex have both been victims of Babble's need to be in places higher than they themself can reach. "Oh, but I did get to catch Rex’s last match, talk about a nail biter! I wanted to talk to him too so we might not see each other much once we get there,” Which is par for the course. They almost always split up once they got to the actual party, which was totally fine given how much time they spend together in general. But they always found a point to check in with each other. Babs may only be older by a few minutes, but the big sibling urge to make sure that Bro was okay at any given time was strong. Especially given Brooke’s reckless proclivities that Babs only ever really indulged in when with the blonde. “Meet up at some point for a dip in the pool? Actually maybe the hot tub?”

“Whoa you really think there’ll be a hot tub?” Bro took a moment to think about it. It was Ty’s boat, right? He was super super rich. Like Richard Branson levels of rich. Of course there would be a spot for a pool and hot tub. She giggled after realizing this and grinned. “Yeah that sounds like a plan, Babs! I kind of want to check up on Ziggy too. Haven’t seen em since…the last time we DJ’d their club. Which was like…how long ago? A month, right?” With the sort of high-octane life Bro lived, both with her sister and on her own, sometimes the days were hard to keep track. In the past month alone she’s went cliff-diving, sky diving, did the 1-chip challenge, and was even on hot ones with Babs, which they totally nailed with mid diff!

“Yeah, last month, dude. That was a dope time,” The time keeper of the two answered easily, Thinking back to the pounding music and strobing lights. “And I know there’ll be a hot tub,” They promised, having been on The Thousand Sunny while hanging out with Ty before, coaxed into a daytrip with him, Ama, and Asher during a free weekend last summer. It’s an awesome boat, and Babs digs the fact they can swim INSIDE it. Fuckin’ dope is what that is. The hot tub was easy to find because of the scented chemicals used in the water, and Babs knew for a fact it was an easy trail to follow even when rather drunk, so it was the perfect meetup spot on the large ship. Babs spent a minute giving Bro the actual directions to the hot tub from inside the boat before realizing that the chemical scent was probably all the direction Bro would need in this instance. “Follow the fake flowery smell, my dude, you’ll find it!”

“Oh rad!” Brooke had been listening, enjoying her food and finishing them up as her twin finished explaining in surprising detail, because Babs knew just how bad Brooke was with navigation…all current circumstances aside. She could drive down a road, but something as simple as the layout of a boat was far beyond her pay grade. It was weird. She could do an all-nighter drive going to the Key West from Miami. There’s almost a part of her that would love to do that drive again, but she would have to settle for the half hour that remained until they got to the Miami Beach Marina.

As she made a quick glance at the visual GPS on the high tech LED display, if nothing on an astronomical bummer scale happened, they would make it with fifteen minutes remaining, which is more than enough time to be fashionably early. Just thinking about it, Bro was getting the jitters. Or maybe it was the sugar from the choco shake. Both? Both. Both is good!

“First thing I’m gonna do once I’ve caught up with the dudes and dudettes I wanna catch up with is stripping into my swim suit I have under my dress and taking a dippy dip!” Bro excitedly bopped the steering wheel as a way to control her excitement while trying to focus on the road. There wasn’t any traffic so a little distraction could be afforded as long as they didn’t swerve…

“Shawww yeah!” Babs replied with equal excitement while drumming their fingers on the dashboard, their own swimsuit under their floral patterned short suit. Kole had demanded that everyone arrive in smart-casual dress, and after looking up what the hell that meant the twins had complied, but the party planner knew she was putting the Swimmer twins near multiple different types of water so she had to know that the dress code would only last for so long once the Sunny had set sail. If Babs knew her at all then they knew that most of the reasoning was probably so everyone could get good pictures and exchange business cards, play at the professionals that most of them usually were before the night went absolutely off the rails.

They pulled up to the marina exactly fourteen minutes early, cups and containers empty but stomachs full, and as both jumped out of the Jeep, Babs turned back around and grabbed a wide-tooth comb and a bottle of sea salt spray from the glove compartment before closing the door. They pushed their own wild hair out of their face and gestured for their sister to turn around, spending the next few minutes gently detangling Bro’s loose waves and reviving them with the spray. Bro rejected Bab’s offer of a loose braid, so the older twin threw the comb and spray into their bag, in a pocket separate from the art supplies. With eight minutes to spare, the Swimmer twins were ready for The Thousand Sunny.

“Ready, Bro?”

Throwing her hands up into the air, showing just as much as care as she had in her entire body, Bro, with the widest grin she could physically muster, shouted at the top of her lungs, “I’M READY! READYYY TO PARRRRRRRTYYYYYY!”

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Rex "The Bull" Steiner

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^{Rex ⚓ 29 ⚓ Professional Boxer ⚓ Florian Munteanu ⚓ Mahogany/#c04000}

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🥊 Born in Kiel, Germany, Derex Steiner comes from Ukranian and German origins. His mother, Oriyana "Yana" Kovalenko (FC: Oksana Fandera), 58, was born in Kyiv, Ukraine, but moved to Germany not long after she turned 15. She and her family moved to Kiel, Germany where she met a hotshot know-it-all with a passion that lured her into a lifetime of excitement and intensity in the form of Wolfgang Steiner (FC: Dolph Lungdren). He would go on to be one of Germany's best exploits in the world of boxing and by the time he was 35, he had amassed a world-wide name. Married to Yana for over 10 years at that point and started a family, having two children, Derex and Olena (FC: Pricilla Kelly/Gigi Dolin).
🥊 The Steiners moved to the United States after Wolfgang became the sole owner of Stone Gyms, a worldwide branch of Boxing gyms that would be headquartered out of Miami Florida, though the Steiners would find a suitable home in Palm Beach when Rex was 13 and Lena was 11.
🥊 Rex wasn't necessarily an angry boy or even that he was mad that he had moved away from the only home he had known. The boy then loved excitement. Loved adventure, but he was full of energy. Full of so much intense passion that it was almost hard to contain it. He always longed to be a boxer just like his father and had been training since he was 5, but when he turned 13, he began competing in junior divisions, where had great success. Especially with his father as his trainer. #gonepotism
🥊 Rex was always taught how to be respectful and to always stand up for those who can't defend himself. Being an older brother and even though Lena could more than handle herself, as she takes kickboxing, Yana was instrumental in instilling good values into her son. He was always bigger than those around him, so his strength must always be used for good. His mother also taught him how to be respectful to everyone and especially women. Didn't matter if he was dating them or not. Rex never would ever lay his hand to any woman and never has. He respects them but isn't afraid to reject if they dont' respect him back. Momma didn't raise a bastard but she didn't raise a coward either.
🥊 As he lived in Palm Beach, Rex befriended Ty Green and Asher Silverstein to the point where they became fast bros. The bestest of bros. They had their differences in personalities, but that's what made them mesh well. An easy, medium, and hard trio of bros when it came to intensity. Their friendship would remain strong post high school with them both always having a ticket saved for them at every one of Rex's fights. Front seat at that. Only the best for his boys.

🥊 Through his friendship with Ty and Asher, Rex came to know Amaanda Lee (though he always just called her Amalee). They were roughly the same age, but she always had these younger sisterly vibes and Rex has always felt protective over Lena even though she never needed it. So he had one he could protect on occasion.

🥊 In his junior year, to look good on his college applications, Rex was advised he needed an arts credit and he knew he couldn't draw and wasn't musically gifted, so he turned to theater, thinking it would be easy. He was of the mindset that all he needed to do was show up and say things. While still true, he acted so arrogantly that he rubbed a certain Paulina Villanueva the wrong way. A simple way of explaining his first impression of her was that she seemed too soft to phase him in the way that she did, but he was proven wrong and before long, they would be cast opposite of each other as leads in the play. So naturally, they would need to rehearse lines. The unintentional consequences of those led to a spark being ignited between them that led to steamy makeout sessions, bonding over their shared experiences as an older sibling, and the eventual relationship that blossomed through the many hours of being so close together.

🥊 They remained together through the latter half of their senior year until graduation and remained together some into the months after before they split apart amicably. They chose this path mutually because they didn't want to hinder the other's career, despite Rex regretting not speaking his true feelings in wanting to stay with her.
🥊 The awkwardness between them would only increase as their paths would cross several times throughout the following years due to their shared friend group. Rex is best friends with Ty and Asher and Paulina with Amalee, so naturally the paths would cross when their schedules allowed it, leading to some occasional hookups whenever their group of friends met up. Occasional and multiple.

🥊 In the boxing world, Rex is known as The Bull, which is more than just because when he hits, all he sees is red dripping down his opponent's nose, but he's built like a brick house surrounded by titanium. He moves faster than most would and when it's all said and done, he's the real star of every match. He has over 10 championships in his honor including 3 golden gloves, 7 world championships, and is aiming to qualify for the next summer olympics for team USA and bring his first golden medal.
🥊 His net worth is over 45 million due to sponsorships, ad campaigns, guest starring roles in premium cable shows, and merch sales. He currently lives in his Malibu Beach House.
🥊 Rex is an avid car collector. He owns his own garage where he houses his collectables ranging from old cars from the 60s and 70s that he commissioned to be redone and repainted to their former glory to the 4 cars he owns himself including his every day Hum-V, painted red and black with a bull emblem along the side of it.
🥊 Rex has only 5 loves in this world: his career, his cars, his family, and his two doggies: a 3-year-old Rottweiler, Missy and his 3-year-old Pitbull, Thor. He currently has their 5 babies that are hot on the market to be sold with him keeping 2 of them.
🥊 Rex is a devout Norse Pagan. Believes wholeheartedly in his Alfather and constantly wants to bring normal day awareness to it, despite the hatred he might receive from some self-righteous Christians.
🥊 Rex has a busy life, but he loves to stay active. Whether that's working out in the gym, hiking up the Hollywood hills, mountain climbing, or just enjoying nature, he's always doing something. He's a very physical man and his body demands it.

🥊 Fluent in German and English (speaks with a slight German twang in his voice)
🥊 He can cook up some good grub, too.

_{Wolfgang Steiner (father, 60) || Oriyana "Yana" Steiner(nee.Kovalenko, mother, 58) || Derex "The Bull" Steiner || Olena "Lena" Steiner (younger sister, 27)}

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Brooke "Bro" Swimmer

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^{Bro ⚓ 29 ⚓ Trick Surfer/Ametuer DJ ⚓ Samara Weaving ⚓ Sky Blue/87ceeb}

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🏄 Born three minutes after Babble was. Bro is convinced that during those three minutes Babble assumed direct control over their once-formerly shared brain cell
🏄 Both she and Babs come from a family so mixed of financial backgrounds it’s crazy to even think about. Their father, Reef Swimmer (FC: Keanu Reeves) came from a middle class family while her mother, Bernadette “Bernie” Swimmer (FC: Jennifer Coolidge) came from an old money family rooted in France, which was where they met. Babs and Bro spent their first five years living in Etretat, France and traded one beach town for the other in the form of Palm Beach, Florida

🏄 Due to their time spent living in France, though it may not be as pronounced now, when both she and Babs speak, their accent has a semi-obvious French presence. Additionally, Bro is able to fluently speak French and English, although the pronunciation of the French Language, as Phoebe Bouffet would say.

🏄 Chaotically bisexual and has no lean whatsoever. Almost as reckless with her choice in partners as she was with some of the dumb shit she used to do in high school. While she wouldn’t be considered a “thot”, because that might reduce the other things she accomplished to just her being easy, but Brooke never really thought too much about it. If she vibed with you, then she would vibe with you in any way that she could. Love is love is lust is love. At the end of the day, it’s all the same to her and she doesn’t sweat the larger stuff. Hakuna Matata and all that hubble bubble!
🏄 Speaking of dumb shit, Bro has no regard for her own physical well-being. Whereas normal people were told not to climb trees and/or not to jump off unstable structures, Bro was always climbing them and jumping into the ocean, into a pool. Sometimes she would break an arm and sometimes the thrill of nearly escaping such a fate would inspire her to test the limits Lady Luck had with her.
🏄 Outside of her primary hobby and what would later become her job, Bro loves cliff-jumping. She loves finding these spots like coves that you would have to go underwater/underground to find and finding the highest spot imaginable and jump off of it. Skydiving is another one of her favorite things to do. Once she even convinced Babs to jump off of a crane with her. Probably stupid but also very illegal. Thank god nobody recorded it….Yeah totally nobody recorded it, right?
🏄 Like her father before her, along with her sister, she took up surfing from a young age. She stuck with it with pro competitions in her younger years and well into her 20s. At a point, both she and Babble fell in love with the showmanship of it all and actually became something of a surfing equivalent to the Globetrotters. Performing wild and insane tricks anywhere from being the opening act at pro competitions to being the main attraction at places such as Six Flags and just about any amusement park around the world where there was a body of water.

In addition to their trick surfing fame, the two are also ameteur DJ’s. They have released over 4 EPs and regularly perform at influencer parties. Babs n Bro have amassed over 3.5 million followers across social media.
🏄 Brooke also has a deep-seated love for all things anime, manga, comics, and video games. Whether Babs wanted to do it or not, she would always pitch they spice up their performances by cosplaying. It never fun if she’s the only one who does it. And her body isn’t necessarily built for some of her favorites, which are busty busty busty women! Did Bro forget to mention? She loves them currrrrves! On men and women!

🏄 Though Bro runs most of the business of her father’s Surfing Shop business, which she has helped franchise throughout the east and west coast and while she does run most of the day to day business things, she is on something of an allowance-based income. Long story short: she made a few bad investments, was stupid with her money in her early 20s, so now everything is ran through Ash. Ash knows all and sees all, but most importantly, prevents Bro from making some bad financial decisions. Still, she makes enough and gets enough to have a nice beach house in Miami. South Miami is where it’s at and she surfs almost every chance she can get.
🏄 Small side note: because of how close she is with Matias, having been one of her closest party buddies from high school, she firmly believes he's dead. It's so sad so she has a Facebook page set up in his honor. Their reunion fb group never gave any official confirmation (none she could find, that is), so she's assuming they think he's dead too. How sad!

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

Yoshino Denji (The serious twin)

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Yoshino Denji Age - 25 Gender - Male Occupation - Hunter - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Traditionalist Denji is a stickler for tradition after learning of his uncle's death. Having to watch his twin brother constantly shirk his duties feels Denji with untold dread. This has led the man to constantly act within the traditions, never once coming close to breaking them. Any breaking of these traditions will cause Denji to "discipline" the guilty party. Praying is vastly important to the point he prays at every turn. This traditionalism brought a level of fear toward Yokai that Denji has yet to rectify. Stalwart Thanks to growing up alongside a hyperactive twin, Denji is rather the silent type. He does not use many words to express himself nor, does he often go out of his way to befriend anyone. Anything that would get in the way of keeping the village safe and fed is seen as non-important; this does NOT mean that Denji avoids every get together but, that he chooses to be friendly after all tasks are finished. Selfless Denji is constantly helping those around the village despite his own personal wants and needs. This does not extend to those he considers harmful to traditions but, instead he is willing to patiently help those in need. Even so, Denji will not go out of his way if he thinks it will harbor on harming the traditions set in place. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Tracking Denji is an expert tracker. He has trained extensively underneath his father and grandfather, acquiring secrets that even his brother has yet to learn. Tracking is a hobby to Denji despite seeing it as a necessity, practicing his skills during his free time. The thrill of the hunt excites the man; hiding that excitement for his brother doesn't tease him. Using every sense, Denji can track with the best of his clan. Sojutsu To make a long story short, Denji is rather experienced when using a spear; specifically learning sojutsu to support his brother's affinity with archery. He has no love for using the spear, but it allows him to stay out of danger when hunting. He has practiced tirelessly to strike and kill animals in a single strike so as not to invoke the wrath of the yokai. Cook A trait learned from their mother, Denji has an affinity for cooking. He thoroughly enjoys mixing herbs, and spices to find the best combinations, marinating his meat to perfection. There is not much to say but, he has a specific eye for grilling. Cooking family meals has been a tradition for Denji for as long as he could remember.

Physical Description Considering that Denji is a identical twin, he shares a set of features with his older twin that classifies them as pleasing to the eye. The younger twin does attempt to differentiate himself from his brother, keeping his hair semi-straight in comparison to Denki's spiky look, and growing his hair out into a ponytail that reaches his lower back. Physically his body matches Denki almost identically, his muscles being more defined and pronounced due to his rigid training. Notably there is a scar across his left cheek from a failed hunt. Character Conceptualization Denji has not had a interesting life up to this point. For years, he was the responsible twin, despite being younger by a few minutes, that had to keep Denki in line. His stalwart and rigid personality being a result of his fear of Yokai; a fear crafted from losing his uncle to a yokai when Denji was 5 years old. This fear is a big part of the reason why he keeps to tradition so fervently, even explaining why he comes down so hard on his older twin so often, the fear of losing someone else swims through his mind every hunt. But also this fear has lead to a fascination with the old world and the relic that Takamori Kenji keeps at his side. Denji would be content with keeping things the way they are but, a part of him remains curious of the past. Other Information Denji constantly has to prepare Denki's meals and remind him to eat The shoulder pad on his kimono is a reminder of his Uncle Daiki, the same shoulder pad he died wearing Denji knows the signs purify, heat, and slow It is a rather known bit of info that Denji is afraid of Yokai but, only Denki knows how much

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