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"Hikari, come on! We have to get to the exam!" - Eito
βWha-- Oh! Shit!β Hikari leapt to her feet to dart after Eito, stuffing the book she was currently reading into her bag before she shouldered it.Β βEito wait for me!βΒ
Hikari quickly hurried to Eitoβs side and glanced at her teammate, wondering if Eito was as nervous about the exam as she was.Β
βAre you nervous about this too?...β She asked quietly.
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"Hikari... you're staring at Kabuto again..." - Eito
βW..whatβ No Iβm not.βΒ Hikari stammered, a bright blush colouring her cheeks as she hurriedly looked away from Kabuto before she scowled at Eito.Β βAnd even if I was youβre no better droolinβ over Asuma-Sensei all the time.β
"Now Hana stop- stop that- StOP TRYING TO EAT MY TAIL, TSUNDANE HELP ME!" - Jiraiya
Jiraiyaβs pleas for help fell on deaf ears as Tsunade watched with growing amusement as the young Tigon cub pounced on her pride-matesΒ tail and sank her little claws and teeth into it with the fiercest growl she could muster.Β
βIβm enjoying watching her murder your tail too much~,β Tsunade remarked with a loud purr as she laid her head down upon her paws.
Hana meanwhile wiggled her hindquarters before she launched into another βviciousβ attack with a loud rowlΒ of glee as she tried to catch Jiraiyaβs tail between her paws once more.Β
"You better be having a good reason to be here." - Johael to Vice
Vice stood frozen as Johael approached him. He knew that he was taking an incredible risk stepping foot into the Godβs domain but heβd grown desperate; Itβd been nigh on three days since he had last seen his elder brother and he couldnβt help but fear he was locked in a cell somewhere awaiting the gallows.Β
Vice swallowed thickly and took a cautious step closer to Johael.Β
βI seek your help... Please..βΒ
He made sure to be polite, or rather as polite as a pirate could be when he spoke and prayed that the other would at least hear him out.Β
The sounds of yelling caught Julian's attention, mismatched hues turned to look with a small frown. He watched as the new comers filtered into the town, not moving from his spot, looking away silently before moving to tend back to the small garden he had going. The approaching footsteps did little to drag his attention over the the person.
It wasΒ βofferingβ time once again in the little settlement. The Saviours here to collect their dues from Rickβs group. It was damn well near clockwork at this point that Negan and his group rolled up and began gathering.Β
NeganΒ strolled through the area as he usually did. Just making himself known. Everyone knew he found it funny, strolling around the place like he owned itβ¦ because, in a way, he did. He made it clear that people here were like renting tenants. Donβt pay rent? Get evictedβ¦ violently.
Negan paused for a second at the sight of a man gardening, a dark brow quirking. He did not seem shaken up like the rest of Rickβs group at his presence. Like Carl. Except this was not teenageΒ βfuck ya very much sirββ¦ just far more interested in the plants he was tending to.
Well, Negan was not a shy man; he walked on over, and took a seat at the edge of the garden with a sigh and laying Lucille across his lap.Β βGrowninβ anything good, hon?β He asked, lips quirking at the corners.
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Negan had advised against leaving the group. He had swore up and down that he should go out by himself but as usual Jasper refused to listen. He left on his own, went off to gather resources. He shouldn't of done it but he did and now he was sat somewhere dark, dimly light. He could hear murmurs outside the door, a frown on his lips as it opened and someone walked in. His mismatched hues looked up, and a frown pulled at his lips.
βMorninβ there, sunshine.β His voice was chipper, southern twang heavyΒ in the annunciationΒ of his words. It was not like Neganβs though. Neganβs southern accent more smooth and easy, while this manβs was jarring and seemed more like a bad Hollywood accent.
Merle shut the door behind him, for now. He knew his boss would be in shortly, very shortly. But he did not want to risk this little fuck managing to slip on by somehow despite the restraints on his ankles and wrists. If the AsianΒ kid could manage to take down a Walker while duct taped like a Christmas present in a trailer park, it wouldnβt be that hard of a task for this guy.
βHeard youβve been hanginβ with a bad crowd. The Saviors. Thatβs what they call themselves, ainβt it? Why donβt you do me the favor of tellinβ me where theyβre at. Weβd like to talk toΒ βem. See if we can, uh, set up an agreement between us.β
Mismatched hues looking around hurriedly, heavy breaths leaving the Cerberus as he staggered forward. Infected were every which way he looked, in this form they wouldn't bother him much but he didn't like the chance of running into survivors looking like a mutated infected dog. He growled lowly, shaking his head. "Red King, where are we?" He snipped slightly, feeling disorientated and not noticing the figure in the distance.
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The visual display of the manβs missing son, several years younger than said son was now, rolled their eyes heavily. Not that they could access the GPS function at the moment with all the programs they were running on their mobile platform even if they wanted to; the damn thing would overheat and then what? Their mission was to keep Jasper safe, as Dr. Hatake had programmed, and they could hardly do that with a fried CPU.
Their proximity sensors pinged, and the visual display of the Red King noticeablyΒ paused.
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Claws tapped against the counter that the youth hid behind, violet gaze scanning the abandoned building with silent interest. Teeth bared for a moment before he dragged them sharp metal 'hooks' across the counter's surface. "I know you're in here bear. It's time to come out, I mean it's your choice but either way I will find you and drag you out." He announced loudly, it ending off in a growl.
This wasβ¦ Really not good. At all.They had lost their backpack running from this asshole; their walkie and theirΒ handgun in there for safe keeping. Why? Because they were clearly a fucking moron. They would punch themselfΒ if they did not think the noise would alert the big asshole that they were literally right under his nose.Β They were not one to get scared, shit they had grown up with the scariest fuck they had known until literally now as a father, but holy fuck! What was this guyβs issue?!The sound of metal scraping across the counter had them cringing. They did not want to be on the receiving end of those.Fucking Jesus, this day was not going as planned. Go out, find some chemsΒ to make scent suppressors and heat suppressors for them and the other shifters in the gang, have some laughs while pissing off Thorwaldβs people, you knowβ the fucking usual.Β They resisted the urge to suck in a deep breath. If they did not move, they were so fucked. If they did move, they were so fuckedβ¦ Fuck it, they werenβt just going to sit here and wait for the asshole to realize they were thereβ¦ They glanced around, spotting a door down the wayβ¦ Shit. That shit better not be locked.Β They slowly, quietly, rolled onto their stomach and pushed themselfΒ into a runnerβs positionβ¦ On your markβ¦ Get setβ¦ Run asshole!They sprinted for the door.
