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Shiro Kawabata & Akane Himura

Everybody's heads but Akane's swiveled and affixed onto the new appearance, a girl who had managed to slip into the backstage as covertly as a specter. A mere whisper whose presence could only be noticed when willed. And this was in spite of her defining platinum hair to boot, a feat to be commended considering that the academy's hair pallet seems like something straight out of an anime. Well, the girl had willed her existence to be known, and thus it was bearing gifts and unknown tidings. Sans one individual preoccupied with her own craft. "Welp, things just got interesting! Shiro mentally commented behind a smirk whilst his comrades met the fresh Ivory member's appearance with glares full of skepticism. 

Now had this been DGO, the boy could easily tell where things would have gone: Arms slave would have boxed in Eclipse Princess with his chains and perhaps chuck a tomahawk or two at anything that wasn't concealed by armor. Meanwhile Regality would call upon a late n00b or two and coax them from beneath the earth to grab hold of her feet, Rocket Lancer and Paper Moon would perform a simultaneous pincer attack from above and at ground level respectively, and Akane would probably materialize allusions as a prong on the psychological level. But he could also envision how things would go from there: Calling upon the omnipotent deities of RNGesus, Russian Bias turned German, and the first cruel developer who instituted the concept of legendary gear, Eclipse would catch any projectiles and shove them into the chains, then beat the shit out of Regality with is summons' limbs. She would continue to use those very chains to propel herself skyward, prostrate Rocket with his own lance and chuck his defiled chastity down at Moon, and then dip game just like that.

Of course this was just many of the potential outcomes to an in-game brawl, but since they were IRL, Shiro was busy worrying about the snipers currently zeroed in on everybody in the room except for Eris. The chick who he totally shipped with Asahi piped up in a mousy voice, but instead of propelling the ship further, Asahi had to first deal with the iceberg in his way. I.e., Ms. Affluenza. Since he wasn't exactly on her bad side, Shiro thought of this to be an opportune time to chime in. Though the student wasn't really on her good side either. "Oooooooh, quite the outfit you got there, Eris!" He exclaimed while swinging one arm over Asahi and placing the other under his chin, nodding as he scrutinized their competitor, "I'm sure Cassandra spoke volumes about it~! C'mon, Asahi, don't you see? Those are obviously gifts of appeasement, for even Eris Reinhardt lives in fear of the four-armed dab."

As per the usual, Eris' stoic defense remained impermeable to the chatterbox's spastic speech. The platinum proceeded to lock onto the only passive soul present. 

Akane only caught a whiff of the sweet pastries and ground coffee after she was content with one of the many costumes hung up. The redhead slowly turned around to be faced by the person she least expected to have found their way backstage. For a brief moment a look of earnest surprise, but after realizing how many connections their opponent had, her face quickly slackened to display her fatigue. "Well they say money can't buy you happiness," She replied with her arms held out, "But it can sure as hell help out. The girl dropped her arms to her sides and then extended one out to her fellow fashion designer, "I'm sure you have experienced the feeling many times, but as you can tell I am slightly suffering a lack of sleep. Akane Himura." Akane squeezed the hand tightly, half-expecting a hair-thin needle laced with venom to be hidden on Eris' palm. While her gaze appeared to be meeting the girl's directly, in fact it was actually directed past her, targeting Asahi in particular. The mage's eyes seemed to scream, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOUR GUARDS DOING?! GIVE ME THEIR NAMES AND I WILL GIFT THEM THEIR GRAVESTONES." She put on a smile for Eris, one so perfect it would be a miracle if it was natural. "I'm currently preoccupied with a certain club, but should I come across some spare time I'll try to swing by, from one hobbyist to another.

The hand was released to take hold of the offered cup of Kosuke's loot, "Perhaps the audience will mistake your vomit to be part of the performance. Would really save us some funds on CGI." Well, this was Asahi's ballgame now. Of course he would try to unearth Eris' motive as quickly as possible, after all, the chick Shiro shipped him with was patiently waiting, somewhat confused. 
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