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As Jak helped Daisuke back up onto the stage, she smiled at his promise of no more problems, but his smiles faded. Even if it was only for a moment, Jak saw it. The fake smile that only those who had lost wore during funerals. Jak was, of course, quite familiar with this smile. She'd lost track of how to smile regularly, lost in grief or regret. So Jak said nothing about what she saw which was so out of place on the Lightning Guardian's face. "Here's the deal, you help me I help you. We've got each other's backs, okay? Pinkie promise."

Jak smiled and offered up her pinkie in the childish, but still very serious way of sealing the contract of their promise. Her offer was interrupted by Naoto's sudden reappearance, however, and the magician from the stage saying something about fun. Fun? That was fun? What kind of twisted sense of humor do you have?! Jak thought, she almost said something, but thought better of it. Instead she was glad that Naoto wasn't dead, bleeding, or fatally poisoned. While Daisuke would probably explode and yell again, Jak was relieved. Naoto had probably handled the situation like... well... a mafia boss.

"...boss," Jak said more sigh of relief than word. He owed her more than he'd probably ever know, and if he vanished... Jak didn't know what she'd do. Probably not what she did before. Which reminded her that she'd been slacking on practicing lately. Between the sparring, her own training to try to reaffirm her martial arts skills, and all of the craziness, she hadn't trained for softball yesterday. It was a weird feeling, having something more important come along and knock her off balance like that again.

Artemis was no enthused about the magician reappearing. When he'd appeared again he looked like he'd lost it. Add in the fact that there was the pink-haired guy she'd been wanting to meet, she was suddenly less sure about this plan than before. Stupid Arty! Learn Italian then try to join the mafia! Baka! Artemis scooted further behind Abbey.

"I recognize Naoto, but the guy with the mask doesn't... I mean he's not what I expected. Why is he laughing? What is he laughing about?" she said this very quietly, whispering it to Abbey. She recognized the guy in the mask, even though she had said otherwise. Who hadn;t heard of the talented thirteen year old magician who wore a mask and tragedy followed in his wake like a black cat parade. Though... the signs pointed to the mafia killing his father -Arty had followed it as close as she could at that age- so why was he happy about losing?

Never mind him. Win the Vongola's trust, ask Sonya -if she's around- to help Dad and Mum then worry about this nonsense. I'll just have to keep knocking on doors until I'm offered a job. Doesn't matter where, long as they're taken care of. Artemis reminded herself. She'd work like a dog, only bare minimum food and lodging, if that meant her parents would be fine over in England. While the Vongola were the first group she'd approached thus far, she wasn't going to back down easy. The Vongola could dismiss her or bring her aboard, and Artemis didn't want to hinder the Vongola, since they seemed like one of the less awful groups to choose from.

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Dusset said
Guys.GUYS.MY EAGLE SCOUT PROJECT IS DONE.I'M GONNA BE AN EAGLE SCOUT.

Now you just need to achieve Blood Pact Scout.
*shot for subtle references*
No, but seriously that's awesome man!

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Happy Birthday to both of you because I'll definitely forget later~

I started when I was sixteen, but I'd been writing my own stuff a year earlier.

But yay~ I'm not the youngest~
Eighteen but not old

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And now I feel bad for making Jak irritated. I just wanna give Daisuke a big hug.
Also you. Everybody gets a virtual hug.

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Artemis had screwed up. The American guy had heard the Mafia bit and the Assassin. And why wouldn't he? He speaks English, after all. However, I don't think I should run my mouth like that. He could be the assassin and I'd never know. I need to be more careful, or I could end up swimming with the fish... "Yeah, it's a... game. While I haven't been in town long, I'd thought I'd join in. These are some... electronic pen pals of mine. Dying Will flames are magic powers we invented to make it more interesting. It's a little like LARPing."

As Artemis explained, she inched closer to Abbey, who seemed like the most normal of the bunch. Which could also mean she was the most deadly, but something about the American didn't sit right with her, so she chose the lesser of two evils. The group mentioned the word mafia again, which Artemis assumed was something about her or the American. She whispered, "just play along. I'm for sure not here to kill you, but how much do you trust that American who's still here?"

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Sleep, man. Sleep is important.

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Yeah, that's pretty cool.

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Hi.

Camp Half Blood: Stolen Symbols

Zula arrived at the Big House first -as far as she knew- and her quiet calm was dispelled by her pounding her hands on the ping-pong table. "Chiron what's going on? You're not one to keep things from campers, and where is Mr. D anyway?"

"He's been recalled to Olympus temporarily. I'll explain more when the rest of the councilors arrive. Please, Zula, calm down." Chiron said, trying to soothe her curiosity. "The investigation will be short, and hopefully result in finding what we need."

Zula noted how... old Chiron looked when he spoke, as though the years of training heroes was slowly weighing him down. Zula sat down, slowly letting the tension go. She'd have her answers, and panicking wasn't going to get her answers. so she gritted her teeth and waited, balling her hands into fists as she waited for what felt like ages or eons. Breathe in, breathe out...

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Cora, after waiting a bit in the lounge, realized that she did have access to medical facilities and should be looked at after the match. Her being headbutted that much never ended well for her. So she hauled her aching body out of the couch and walked back over to the training area. She was cradling her right hand against herself, in case Avis had broken it during their fight. At least Cora had managed to retrieve her knife, and slid it back into her she usually kept it. So, she haunted the door and didn't quite enter the area with the other recruits, instead of going inside to hear from the team about her eyes or something else obvious. It looked like the kid was getting an earful from Guardian, and he was using to turn it into a lecture. No one needs charity, but here you are handing it out like it's goddamned candy. I didn't need any of the crap you offered, and yet I was saddled with the dumb supplies that you idiots slipped into my bag.

She moved back, away from sight a little more, drawing the shadows closer to herself and trying to draw attention from herself. It wasn't hard, as they gave her plenty of darkness and shadows to work with, and she was far away from the stage so that they would single her out again. Cora touched her forehead to check if she was still bleeding. She was, a little, but it had mostly stopped. A little warm water would clean the blood off, and a few bandages for the scratch would keep it clean. She'd just have to ask the stupid robot or the AI for directions. She could take care of herself from there.