Lucky turned to the newcomer. "Oh hey! I think I met you yesterday! Gabe, right? Did you hear about that thing with the masks too?"
Long live the New Bev.Liam turned around, and jabbed the guy in the shoulder. "Did you just call me Gabe, you retarded fuck?" He gave him a scornful look, one full of arrogance and spite. "My name's Liam! Don't ever mistake me for my brother, you fucking retard!"
Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. Nice to meet you, hope you can guess my name.Lucky looked blankly at Liam for a bit before responding. "... Okay, not a friendly fellow." Although now he knows exactly how to piss Liam off. He noted this in the back of his head, it may be useful information for later. "So what is your name, Not-Gabriel?"
Long live the New Bev.Again, Lucky paused . "Oh yeah. Sorry, as much as I wish I was, I'm not the best listener! Well, you heard about that kid at the community center? Bad scene!"
Long live the New Bev.Liam grudgingly shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. Someone does need to beat that punk into a pulp," he murmured. He could feel some pressure, some pride coming the mask in his bag. "And all those masked idiots yesterday. See that big one in armour? He was pretty cool!"
Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. Nice to meet you, hope you can guess my name.Lucky frowned a bit. "I dunno, he seemed a bit violent." That's when it hit him.
Something about Liam was very familiar.
Eh, probably nothing.
Long live the New Bev.There was no way for Lucky to say this without sounding like a weird hippie. "I don't know, I just try to avoid violence when I can. I thought that healing person was pretty cool, though!"
Long live the New Bev.Lucky looked around for a bit. "Eh... Actually, you came here." He told Liam.
Long live the New Bev.Downtown Commercial District
Looking down the alleyway a passing observer would have noticed the almost supernatural darkness, however only a few people stopped and glared down the alleyway before they were dragged off. Gracia and this poor sod on the other hand were experiencing a kind of personal nightmare. Shadows twisted and moved around them as three monstrous creatures stood over the man. Those three are enjoying themselves.
Reaching down into the man's pockets, Gracia pulled out his wallet, cellphone, and car keys. Throwing the last two into the trash, Gracia began to empty out the wallet. One hundred and fifty three dollars, man do I love rich people. Stepping backwards and slipping out the credit card and the cash, Gracia threw the wallet into a separate trash can.
"Now then, what's the pin number?" one of the shadow's whispered to the man. She'd left the shadows to the interrogations but she was still worried they might just outright kill the poor sods she'd mugged, she didn't want to alert the homicide detectives after yesterday. Luckily it seemed they obeyed her completely. "7789, now please, don't hurt them..." the man had stuttered out. But then again they're damned good at what they do. If he's telling the truth we'll have gotten six out of eight, not bad at all.
Dismissing her shadow's, Gracia began to leave the alley, this time with a new disguise. It was uncomfortable to say the least, having to listen to the whispering for extended periods of time but she'd found that the longer she wore the mask the more comfortable she was while wearing it. Immediately heading for the closest ATM that she hadn't used yet. It's kindof sad how much easier this is than pickpocketing. Since she'd found the mask, she'd found remembering her earlier childhood was much easier. Slidding the card into the machine, Gracia immediately followed through the steps and entered in the pin number. Sweet six outta eight! Immediately hitting the largest withdrawal number of five hundred dollars, Gracia quickly folded the money up and slid it into her pocket. That brings me to what, three thousand, five hundred dollars, not bad for a few hours of work. Hearing sirens off in the distance Gracia immediately thought to herself: Better stop there for the day, don't want to attract the wrong group of people.
At least now I have enough money to live for a few weeks, and maybe get myself properly equipped. Looking down at her new watch, nothing too fancy, she noticed it was still late morning. She still wanted to shadow Masumi on her way home from school today, so she knew she would need to start heading back out of the downtown region. One last stop, then I'll head back out.
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Crash was just watching until Liam unsulted Lola "Ok Prince Fuckface you can insult me you can insult Lucky but you insult a kid like Lola and that's just not right, so either leave now." Crash said not angrily but he meant business.
What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets, but enough talk have at you!"Crash... Chill out, dude." Lucky turned away from Crash. "So, yeah. We came here first, guy. Maybe you can find somewhere else?"
Long live the New Bev.Rachel thought for a moment. "Well she—" She shut her mouth. Now that she thought about it, she really didn't know what Gracia would think about this kind of thing. Wasn't that...kind of bad? Wait, no, of course it was. She was a really awful friend, wasn't she...
But Gabriel was still standing there. There must be something she could say. "Maybe you were too...forward?" she said stiltedly, gesturing meaninglessly. "Maybe she'd rather you get to know her first a-a-a-and, um, vice versa. Like, become friends first?" Rachel shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, I don't really...she can also get kind of easily scared sometimes...?"
She glanced down at her phone again. Still no answer. "A-a-a-and if she's here today, or near her phone—she could be sick, I mean—if she's here today, you can always apologize for maybe freaking her out? Maybe offer to be friends? I don't really know how this kind of thing goes..."
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Cassander slowly drifted across the school courtyard, drawing closer to the group of students who appeared to be getting a bit confrontational. He was always one for a good schoolyard brawl, but not with this many people, and he only saw one person at a fault. He wouldn't get involved unless he had to, but the way it was looking he might have to step in. After all, they were supposed to all be cooperating. It's not like they were on different sides, no matter how they acted about it.
Noah's Home
As he finished getting dressed, Noah stared back at the mask and its vigilant gaze. Well, I'd say "What could possibly go wrong", but that seems a bit passe now. And with that, he put it on.
-grees to the right at 4.6 metres per second then follow up with a kick to perform- His gaze turned from the martial arts on the nearby TV to... Well, it was veering rather wildly, because there were voices from the mask and they were instructing him and they were making so much sense and it was all so strange and- Calm. -and although it did not perfectly reconcile with his current worldviews, he would, given time, understand. He considered smiling calmly, and decided not to. He was calm enough as-is.

"Gabriel Drummond," he told Rachael. "I'm kinda looking for Gracia. Have you seen her anywhere?"
Liam walked by Crash, Lucky and Lola. He bumped into Crash. From their perspective, he almost looked liked Gabriel.
Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. Nice to meet you, hope you can guess my name.