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"Usually these festivals are places organized by a community and such. They don't have much support from the city hall and such. That's why they are quite small. But that's good I think. It's made to have fun, not to sell products or a brand."

"You designed it? How sweet! I always thought it was rather charming. Remind me to thank your friend later. Maybe I can ask him to do one on me. I have one in mind that might mean something in time. Granted, you would have to have it too, if that's alright. We can decorate my -pretty body- together, hm?" She teased, a small smirk appearing on her face. Too cute.

The short Irish woman leaned forward on the table, tilting her head with interest.

"Uh... sure! But my quirk is quite dangerous... so yes let's go to a safer place. I know a vacant lot that is perfect for this. It's at the back of my friend's arcade shop. Come with me, it's not far. A few minutes on foot. In the meantime we can talk better." He gets up pay the check and left the tea boba shop. Signaling with his hand for the redhead to follow him.

Skates around Jamison a bit, “Can sort of think in a way, a criminal but a choice to help the people.” As Lucio sees it, there wasn’t any other options could of done, and chosen that particular one. Making more down to pull out his remote to open up his underground door. Lights turning on, “Welcome to the underground where everyone gathers! Usually pull for events, or festivals!”

Going up the stairs, “As well a little training ground!” Continues onwards where his studio is at, going up to one of the empty spaces he has to put the gift Jamison made on it. A great view can see, “a perfect spot!”

Once they reached the basement Jamison looked at the place with admiring eyes. "Oh it's so huge! It really looks appropriate for a party or event! This would be a great place for an arena too! That's how we have fun in JunkerTown. We create great robotic armor and fight for who will be the champion! I was a mechanic once and it was so much fun to create robots, armor for the fights! If ya shows up in Australia I'll try to show you how it's works! But we'll have to sneak in since I was kicked out from there." He gave an embarrassed smile. Unlike Lucio he was hated in his hometown.

"Thanks I'm really thirsty. I'll get a soda then." He took the offered drink. Then he just smile when he saw his little statue in a special place in the other's atelier.

"Ya are really something ya know? When I first heard your music... a feeling of pure energy flowed over me." He leaned against one of the walls and opened the soda can and drank some. "It cheered me up when no one else could. It gave me hope. Sorry the silly talk... but it's like finding that your little hero isn't perfect either and even like ya a little bit... It's comforting somehow. I even thought that ya were those snooty musicians. So I was prepared to be rejected right way. Yet here we are... ya just accepted me. Heh... ya are amazing."

Aizawa noticed the change in expression, he'd seen the exact same reaction, the radiating self doubt, the second guessing in both his students and his own reflection, in most cases he would have been as firm as he was notorious for, telling the other to suck it up and get back on the horse, but now wasn't the time for tough love. He sighed and clasped a hand onto the others shoulder, giving it a reassuring and affirming squeeze. "Hey...you can do it...I have faith in you."

"Do you need anything my lady? Sorry to ask… because it's a bit late at night for me to receive visitors at my castle door…" //from my Junkenstein verse for Canticum Tenebris.

"Urgh... I don't care what happens to your dress or to you... but I'm going to let you in eventually, aren't I? Alright, just until the rain stops. Then I'd like you to leave. Do you have the nerve to approach my castle and I admire that about you... but in the end I don't like company. So please don't make me change my mind."

❥ Kiwa was quick to take the seat next to Jamison, but let out a small sigh as she thought on his initial suggestions. They were good suggestions— and things she’d actually already thought of and tried. Her parents were just as stubborn as she was… which was probably where she picked up that personality trait. Shion ended up with quite the stubborn nature too. Everyone in that house certainly did have strong personalities…

“I did try to offer… they flat out refused any money to help,” another sigh— this one mildly annoyed at their antics. Being stubborn was fine and all, but there was a time and a place! (Hypocritical? A little, but Kiwa just loved her parents too much to let their pride get in the way of their happiness.) One final sigh was a little more dramatic as she flopped her head over onto her friends shoulder.

"Ah, there are people who are just like that! Ya know, the queen of JunkerTown is the most stubborn person I've ever seen! To this day, she hunts me down because I stole something from her and hasn't given up until today! Well, it's not the best example... but anyway .." The blonde coughed a little trying to compose himself.

“Huh..a trap?” He spoke out with curiosity, the people around them were being hunted and feasted on like cattle and this individual was devising a trap?! He was..probably smarter beyond all things he’s seen right now, to have been so calm amidst the chaos. So Trunks saw no reason to doubt him. “Alright, we’ll do it your way, but then we’ll go and rendezvous with the others.

The spiky blond then sheathes his sword and stands at the center of town, the other advises that he should simply gather them up in one area..whilst Trunks did not know what the man plans to do but the other seemed rather confident in himself. “If all I have to do is gather them in one spot..” He spoke out loud as he wondered how he would do that.

Taking in everything he’s seen thus far, these things seem to respond to sounds, they don’t seem intelligent…just acting on basic instinct now that he’s gotten the few seconds to observe them. “Sound that’s it! HAAAAAH!!!!” A mighty yell echoes through the area, Trunks’ energy rising and all of the undead within the immediate area heed his call, ignoring the scraps, leaving those unfinished to die a gruesome death all in the oppurtunity to hunt something new..something loud. Ugh, these things just made him sick to his stomach. 

The creatures just slowly saw where they were. Jamison didn't look scared. On the contrary, a wide smile showed on his face. Somehow he even seemed to be enjoying himself. "At my signal ya fly as high as you can. Don't worry about me I'll fly away too. By the way..." Jamison winks at him before a small detonator appears in his hand. "I hope ya like fireworks."

The undead creatures were a few feet away Jamison yelled. "Now!" He threw several mine under his feet and climbed as high as he could. Firing the red detonator button in his hand. The click activated several explosives. That were trapped inside the ruined building that was directly above the horde.

“Lookin’ for the Brigades,” Jarod says, dropping his pistol to his side and taking his finger off the trigger.  “They’re goddamn everywhere these days.”  Their numbers only grow daily, and he can’t take them out fast enough.  “I heard there were some in this area, so I’m hu—”

"Nah, I'm not really the type to hang out in groups. I even had a special mate. But... well he's gone now. I'm a simple thief, mercenary etc. Whatever it takes to survive. But I I like my job. At first I even thought ya were a cop... but apparently ya're not. I even prefer it. Suits and cops always annoy me a lot."

Jamison crosses his arms, studying the man in front of him better. He didn't even care that Jarod had lowered his gun. For the blonde, it doesn't matter in the end. But the man piqued his curiosity anyway.