Solace

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Michael's impression of America which is ironically my ringtone

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Fuck it. My name's Michael, and I'm American.

After the meeting, 'Michael' had learned of the eleventh generation candidates' whereabouts, and in correspondence, decided to seek them out directly. He had decided to don an American persona; it was one of the many accents and mannerisms that he could mimic with ease. Hell, who couldn't pretend to be American? All you had to do was either talk as if you were some intelligent yet crooked salesman trying to get people to buy a product that you could've gotten for free called exercise, or wear your pants low to show off the backside of your undergarments and talk about getting money and smoking drugs. Welcome to America, home to a bunch of slobs, overweight people, and nine year olds on their consoles shouting faggotnigger [no offense to anyone but it is true I know from experience ask Twilight] through their shooting games.

Though, one thing was for certain: Michael was complacent about having to change his attire completely to fit the profile. Yuck, commoner clothing, he thought as he looked from up his toes to his chest. He felt even more disgusted at the thought of having to have changed his hairstyle to make it shorter and altering his eye color to blue. He was wearing a pair of camoflauge cargo shots and some random white t-shirt which had your average American on the front.

"Ugh, if it weren't for his goddamn call, I would've just been able to kill them, quick and clean," Michael complained within his mind as he, devoid of his usual hoodie, strode towards the place where, supposedly, the magician kid was supposed to be, as well as the rest of the Vongola rats. Weaklings gather in crowds, he thought as he thought back to the past, remembering when he forced the kid to watch him kill his father. Oh yeah, the runt who does the magic stuff and his father are American, as well! Hah!

Laughing to himself at the coincidence of memory, Michael pressed onward, struggling to navigate through Trespiano. "Slummy society breeds slummy people. I wonder."

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Daisuke was unable to contain his excitement – this was the first time, in his entire life, that he would see a magic show. In person. I mean, who wouldn't be thrilled about that?!?

The Japanese boy could not remember anything after the vision he had of pineapples invading the world, and taking over the brains of the people; it was too surreal, almost like it had been a dream. Maybe he was a prophet? Or, maybe... it's my hidden potential as a magician?!

"HOUDINI! Daisuke blurted out randomly as the show began, and he cheered excessively loud. Throughout the entire magic routine, his arms were fixed above of his head, waving around and shouting "ME! ME! ME, ME, ME! PICK ME!" whenever the magician asked for volunteers, even though they were in the far back of the crowd and there was doubt that he would see them, and vice versa.

Though, when the last trick of making the entire crowd disappear except for the people playing mafia, Daisuke squealed like a prepubescent fangirl meeting their favorite prepubescent artist. "I'm playing mafia, too! PICK ME-"

"Uh... hey there, um.."

Daisuke froze completely as he turned around to face the person establishing contact, seeing a teenager start up the street and towards them. His face grew wide as his eyes met the person's shirt, pointing at it in excitement. "Oh my god," he said. "I have that shirt too!"

The teenager laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah... I'm a tourist from Pennsylvania," he replied, looking at each member of the group individually. "But, I'm kind of lost, and I was just asking if I can stick around with you guys.."

Daisuke squinted his eyes and, hopping up to the boy, looked deep into the boy's face with an observing manner. "Hmm..." he thought, his mind deciphering a million thoughts before suddenly breaking into more excitement. "More friends!! I'm so happy!" Daisuke proceeded to grip the teenager's shoulders and hop in a circle around him, the two of them laughing as it quickly faded.

"But, I think I should get permission from your friends, too..." the teenager considered, a frown falling on his lips at the threat of being dismissed.

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Vongola_Hasayo said
I just thought of something. I'll pm you it twilight to see if it's okay and have it be a surprise for everyone.

Hi everyone I am back from my cousin's house temporarily
anyway PM ME since I am the final verdict on things

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

NPC, friend of Howlite
I'll post my response tomorrow though

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I'll post tomorrow
too tired

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Was doing a ton of stuff today and now I'm tired. I'll reply tomorrow.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

"Howlite Maeda," The blond, finally taking a seat and able to rest his heart, said his name following Nakamura's introduction. He looked back to Ren, who was still firmly grasping his bleeding arm, seeing his friend stare out of the window with empty eyes as they passed through the streets of undead. In a matter of under an hour, everything had changed from a normal day at school to some infection pushing the brink of humanity into extinction. It was all still too much to absorb, and now that he was safe for the time being, this was the time where he could recollect his thoughts and breathe.

Howlite thought of his father, the head of a private security company, he was certain that his father was safe out there. Then there was his mother, the Chemistry professor at one of Japan's top universities that he had planned on attending in the near future; had the infection spread there as well? Finally, the thought of his older brother came to him; he had recently gotten a job under their father, so that had to mean that the two of them were okay. Still, Howlite worried about his family, but as of now, he had to focus mainly on surviving and looking after his friend.

When Howlite saw a boy in one of the seats dig into his pockets and begin laughing as if nothing had happened, his ears caught the sound of pills shaking in a bottle. Was it medicine? "Hey, you," he rose from his seat, walking down the aisle and hovering over the boy with the bottles in his pockets. "My friend down there is hurt and is losing blood. If you've got painkillers or bandages, or both, hand them over right now. He needs treatment."

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Seeing that the bus had finally arrived at the base of the school just beneath the rope, Howlite saw the opportunity of escape just a slide down. He watched as the remaining students begin to file one by one down the rope, until only Howlite, Ren, and Sakura were the only ones on the roof.

"Go," Howlite spoke up as sounds of undead hands slamming against the door to the roof started, knowing that it wouldn't hold too long.

Ren, hearing and seeing the same, stood up. "You're coming too, right?"

"Of course I am," Howlite replied. "But with that arm of yours, you're going to need some time getting down, so you go first."

"What about you two?"

Howlite blinked, tensing himself. "You're going to need some time, so we'll hold them off for a little bit before we get overwhelmed."

"Are you crazy? With a protr-"

"Shut up! You could've already been halfway down the rope! Just go!" Howlite shouted, the hinges of the door beginning to give in from the combined strength of the zombies hitting the door. With his eyes completely fixated on the entrance, he did not turn back as he heard reluctant feet shuffle towards the rope, sighing in relief. When his friend went over the edge, Howlite breathed deeply as the hinges finally broke, and the undead tripped over their own as they flocked straight through.

Howlite nodded towards Sakura and decked the first zombie coming towards him, taking a short hop back before lunging his fist towards another, causing it to fall back and knocking over a number of the zombies in the incoming horde that were on the roof like bowling pins. Though, in mere seconds, the horde only grew more in numbers as the danger of being overwhelmed grew, to the point where they were faced with nearly a dozen walking corpses.

Throwing punch after punch, Howlite was able to land one final haymaker before the protractor shattered and his knuckles bled from the glass. "Damn it!" he winced, his voice full of fear as the two of them found themselves backing away from the advancing crowd. "Go down the rope! I'll continue fending them off!"

But the next thing that Howlite saw was haunting. The girl turned to him with a smile on her face, despite the odds, and uttered a goodbye as she plunged herself into the horde. "What-" he could only extend a hand as the shrieks of the girl filled the air and the zombies, tearing away at their food, feasted on her. She sacrificed herself. Knowing that standing there in thought for another moment longer would get him killed, he turned and quickly wrapped his sweaty hands along the rope, sliding down as a few of the undead from above threw themselves off of the building and down to the bus.

"Good, he made it," Howlite said to himself as he saw Ren glaring upwards from through the hatch, seeing the other boy-- Mat, was it?-- standing atop of the bus alongside Yami. As he slid down, he saw one of the zombies from the roof catch Mat off guard and, landing directly onto him, knocking him off of the bus' roof and into the mass surrounding the bus. He winced at the sight, but at the back of his mind, he thought of only his own safety. Howlite's feet nearly slipped as he landed on the roof of the bus, quickly turning to Yami before heading down. "That's all of us, I'm gonna close the hatch!"

And with that, Howlite jumped down into the inside, reaching up and pulling down the hatch. He breathed heavily, unsure if his heart was about to rip straight through his chest as he ran up to the driver's seat. "Drive!"

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I would prefer Daisuke to be involved with the story than to be taken home.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~