#plegiandarkmage

FROM: Connor

(1/2) Are you alright? Did you rest well?

The nightlight of Hive City had become a darker one than usual! The beaten child on TV was shown to every resident as if it were breaking news and not a snuff film. It was a true tragedy to have such disgusting things aired in front of innocent souls. Who would dare take blame for this!? That bastard Battler would surely pay for what he has done. But for now, something must be done! 

The ball taking place was suddenly being emptied out by the masses of guests running to see the child's body. Wow, what a group of people, right? The ball had taken an entire turn for the worse! If everyone kept leaving, those in charge would be heartbroken! Not to mention how the upraor would only create further chaos. It was time for someone to step up and show the world a new light!

"HEEEEEEY! EVERYBODYYYYY!!!" The wild man roared loud enough for half the city to hear him if not more. He began sprinting as fast as he could with the mightiest of strength in his legs! They pound the floor with such impact, title cracked with each step! Four beautiful maidens will take the center stage! A witch that poses an ominous shadow as damn near the dark underground queen, Tharja! The vixen worth of taming the murderous assassin, and vulgar goddess Zero! The bombshell supreme lifeform that may destory us all one day, Nina! And some young chick that really shouldn't speak, Nora!

Gintoki takes all of the hatred, darkness, and animosity of the world in his plan! He must take the Kage out of control, kill his best friend, and live as the true Hokage! He will marry his sweetheart and name his son Wrench! For he takes the dresses of the four maidens- YANKS THEM OFF THEIR BODIES! AND EXPOSES THEM FOR THE WORLD TO SEE!!!

"HEY KUMAASSHOLE!! LOOK OVER HEREEEE!!!"

          Despite donning his usual aloof demeanor, his features contorted though at a very gradual pace. It all began with the impatient tapping of his shoes, then his arms folded across his chest. Seeing no change in her stance, she would occasionally vigorously search around the ballroom, the phlegmatic Tagged's eyes narrowed a bit-- boring holes at the back of his head. At this point, Nicolas resembled an impatient child ready to go off but was trying oh-so very hard to contain himself.

                    Even though he didn't want to be anywhere near the ball, he was mildly curious about the dancing-- mentally taking notes on how each individual move, though he was a bit more taken aback from the way some of the adolescents danced. Their parents would have fainted by such a display, probably. But he was unable to observe because someone decided to stand right in front of him and even if he was able to go somewhere, he was already comfortable with the place he picked to lurk at.

          And that's when it happened, a growl reverberated from the deaf Tagged from all the pent-up impatience-- causing Nicolas to immediately purse his lips, gnashing his teeth. Here's to hoping he didn't frighten the woman...