It was a rich evening in the streets of Magnolia, and the flashing lights of night clubs and bars had began their reign over the coming night. Long, cherry blossom hair that pressed against her back and eyes that shimmered in the light of dusk, a young, travelling girl had been walking down the streets of Magnolia at this hour, wearing a long sleeved green sweater, a white undershirt and a decorative ribbon with the outfit, and a nice, tan short skirt. Momoi hummed softly as she giddily walked down the street, looking for some source of entertainment; true, there were plenty of bars about, but most had large, brutish and drunken men which muscles as big as her skull. If anything, it was more of a brawling bar than an actual bar. The idea made her comically sweatdrop. "Ahhhhh!! I'm hungry... and thirsty." Momoi whined, her face scrunched up in a childlike pout. At that moment, Osaki, her two tailed fox spirit, had her head poke out from between her breasts, obviously comfortable with the large bust. Momoi couldn't help but flinch to the sudden appearance of her familiar, sighing. "Geez... you scared me, Osaki." Momoi smiled softly, taking her index finger and gently rubbing her forehead before continuing to walk down the street with occasional alleyways here and there. What will become of her tonight? |  ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
Friend At Dusk (Private; Ultra)
Shakil
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Lineage : Power of Apocalypse
Position : None
Posts : 346
Guild : Guildless
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : N/A
Experience : 325
Character Sheet
First Skill: Curse Of Oni
Second Skill: - - -
Third Skill:
Ultra Magnus-
Lineage : Oblivion's Might
Position : None
Posts : 114
Guild : Fairy Tail
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : ---
Experience : 150
Character Sheet
First Skill: ReQuip: God of War
Second Skill: Unknown
Third Skill:
it may sound absurd but don't be naive
even heroes have the right to bleed
It wasn't hard to smuggle drugs around in Fiore, but at the same time, it wasn't hard to get caught doing it either. Ultra just happened to be one of those lucky folk, who had never been caught yet. Though, knowing that caused him to be just a bit less careful than usual.
Ultra was sporting his usual attire for these drug runs: light-blue jeans, black sweater, and black Converses. He probably had about, three or four formal shirts at the most, the rest of his wardrobe being full of sweaters, sweatshirts, and t-shirts. It wasn't that Ultra was too cheap to buy them or anything; He just had no use for them, the way he was now.
When you're a drug dealer in Fiore, you hardly need those kinds of things, to make people talk about you.
The present day was full of rather uneventful....events, including going to the guild and not finding anything he wanted, to sipping lean in his bedroom, and to where we are now: Ultra selling a Ziploc bag of cocaine for about ten grand in a bar.
It wasn't like all he did on these kinds of nights was sell cocaine...he also sold marijuana, and heroin. Suffice it to say that he sold most of everything, but he only really smoked one drug.
The cocaine shifted in the bag as he handed it to the one lucky customer. The exchange gave Ultra a folded stack of paper, He would put the money in his pocket, putting his offhand in the other pocket, and make like he hadn't totally just sold a bag of cocaine. This included holding his head down, and looking at the floor. As he walked out of the bar, his phone rang, and as he went to pick it up, he walked right into somebody, though he couldn't see who it was.
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pyxis ★
Shakil- -
Lineage : Power of Apocalypse
Position : None
Posts : 346
Guild : Guildless
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : N/A
Experience : 325
Character Sheet
First Skill: Curse Of Oni
Second Skill: - - -
Third Skill:
Probably the most eventful moment to take place in this young woman's night, she had unknowingly walked into a stranger. In her mind, she was completely aware of her surroundings (Which was completely untrue, she had been letting her eyes wander for every little thing that came across her vision. It was really Osaki who was guiding her.) and saw no reason for her to blindly walk into someone. Regardless, she stumbled backwards and lightly fell onto the ground, rear first. Her eyes, which winced on impact, fluttered open to take a good look at the guy. Rosy pink eyes had taken a glimpse of short, spiky blonde hair that went down the neck just a bit and azure eyes that would reflect the hues of any ocean. A clean one, anyway. Momoi grunted and held her reddened nose, seeing as it was hit first when she knocked into him. Osaki, however, was the first to leap off of her master and lunge at the man's pants, biting it like some brave little dog, growling and refusing to let go, when she wasn't really doing any harm. Momoi had quickly joined in on the raging two tailed fox and flailed with the most grumpy express she could fix up at the moment, when it really was just her scrunching up her face and frowning. "Ouch... She grumbled, looking over to the blonde man, completely allowing her familiar to do what she did, which was pathetic in of itself. |  ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
Ultra Magnus-
Lineage : Oblivion's Might
Position : None
Posts : 114
Guild : Fairy Tail
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : ---
Experience : 150
Character Sheet
First Skill: ReQuip: God of War
Second Skill: Unknown
Third Skill:
it may sound absurd but don't be naive
even heroes have the right to bleed
The iLac dropped to the floor with a sickening thud. It was in that moment that for as advanced as the communications lacrima was, it was made cheap as hell. There were pieces of cracked screen all over the floor, and Ultra felt half of his rent go down the shitter.
At that point, he was ever so slightly intoxicated on rage. But it was a phone, and he could get it replaced whenever he decided to take on another job. Now came the real thing to worry about tonight:
The dog that was biting into his pants. Now it wasn't like he couldn't get them replaced, but it didn't even seem like it was actually biting through. Maybe some drool or something, nothing too serious. But, it wasn't so much the fact that the dog was biting into him that worried Ultra as much as the reason why it may be biting into him.
The way we see it, Ultra's currently carrying two Ziploc bags full of marijuana in each of the front side pockets. And with the uprising of a certain totally independent guild, free from Council control, this wasn't necessarily good. He didn't know who exactly was in it, all he did know was that it was probably out and about tonight.
He didn't need that tonight. But how was he going to get this dog off him without making himself look bad in the process?
In one of his past lives, Ultra probably would've ripped the dog off of him and punted it with all his might, but he wasn't that particularly dark person. Not today.
Instead, he elected to gently pry the fox's jaws off his leg, while simultaneously giving the girl who he ran into a look that screamed "I'm trying so hard not to put your pet down tonight, so please don't try my patience" behind a smile.
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pyxis ★
