Prismatic Reflections

"I dunno~ Seein' BF there an' havin' th' time of his life is hilarious right now." Shadow was even laughing in seeing the small man in the background slip by and evade any attempts of a grab. Must have a high amount of dexterity. And speaking of the rapper, it looked like a speaker had shown up within line of sight. Odd, but what ever. BF was not fazed one bit since he decided to lean back against a conveniently placed speaker. A wide, cocky smirk clear to see on his face.

">Come up here and make me!<" BF called out, mic in hand. While he was not sure how the speaker got here, he was not questioning it. After all, he could throw down some notes just for the fun of it. In fact... ">C'mon! Time for Round 2!<" BF, NO! This is how you get yourself IN these situations! Though, once again, he was not bothered by this one bit.

"Yeah, but he kind of pissed off the wrong person. Carol isn't one to be messed with... Though I don't know why she's not using her Alchemy like she normally would..." Melanie looked a little pensive, tapping her chin just a bit. Man, the little guy was fast.

And where'd that speaker come from?

The sound of a harp's thrummed strings filled the air as Carol activated Dur Da Bla, donning the Faust Robe to give herself a bit of an edge. However, with that conveniently-placed speaker, she had to wonder where it came from. Certainly just appeared there.

"Round two? Are you out of your mind? I'm coming up there!" Using the power of Wind Alchemy, she lifted herself to his height, touched down and snatched the mic out of his hand.

....and he already had another one?! What sort of sorcery-

"...You blue-haired punk! I'll take you down this time!"

"Story of our lives, isn't it? Well, let's just say this isn't his first rodeo in that case." Shadow answered with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders and an amused chuckle. "But, should things get real dicey for him.. it's not like he would really be in real danger.." Seeing the rapper act more like the teenager he should be was rather cathartic in a way. And he did not seem to be really concerned either. Perhaps because he knew of what kind of back up my roll in, should it be needed?

"Ah, was wondering about that..." The shade hummed in seeing the speaker before bringing out a device from his hat. Tapping silently away to a contact that was saved for occasions like this. "Oh well, might as well let his GF know about this before he does land himself in possible mortal peril... again..."

With a small hum, Shadow sent the message and immediately pressed a few buttons before snapping the fingers of his free hand, letting the device float via magic and record the impending song battle.

'Finally, we're getting somewhere.' A satisfied smirk showed itself on his face upon seeing the blonde racing after him. Out of his mind? Maybe, but he was taking no chances here. Might as well have fun while he can and show this gal that it was okay to be wild and dangerous, and have some fun. He stood up by the time she had landed, her getting just close enough to snatch the mic right out of his hand. A chuckle escaped him as he just as swiftly fished another mic out of his pocket.

This just goes to show that one cannot be too prepared.

">How's about you put your money where your mouth is. It's show time!<" BF shot right back in his usual beeps and boops, grinning while he counted down without a second thought. Just when the rapper yelled 'Go!', a faint echo of a snap of the fingers resounded, leading into instrumentals playing right off the gate. And boy, was he not going to waste any time here.

Okay, but who was having to turn the instrumentals on? No one actively touched the speaker. Not physically at least.. Curious.

"Aw, an' miss ou' on th' specticle? C'mon!" Casually nomming on popcorn and enjoying the show. Do not mind him. Shadow is casually being a butt. As usual.

Meanwhile, a certain blue haired rapper in the background is getting himself into trouble and may be loudly beeping. But he sure does seem to give the air and indication that he was perfectly fine. Regardless of what the actually trouble that is currently chasing him down.

"Well, of course I am-" And then she notices it. A certain blue-haired small boy she'd once sang against because she was a little bored. Being chased by a familiar blonde-haired figure who was... not using Alchemy at all.

Okay, what universe was she in that Carol, of all people, was just chasing someone without the use of her alchemy?

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT-" She's running as fast as she can after the rapper. Every time she got close enough, he'd slip away. Slippery little brat-

"I dunno~ Seein' BF there an' havin' th' time of his life is hilarious right now." Shadow was even laughing in seeing the small man in the background slip by and evade any attempts of a grab. Must have a high amount of dexterity. And speaking of the rapper, it looked like a speaker had shown up within line of sight. Odd, but what ever. BF was not fazed one bit since he decided to lean back against a conveniently placed speaker. A wide, cocky smirk clear to see on his face.

">Come up here and make me!<" BF called out, mic in hand. While he was not sure how the speaker got here, he was not questioning it. After all, he could throw down some notes just for the fun of it. In fact... ">C'mon! Time for Round 2!<" BF, NO! This is how you get yourself IN these situations! Though, once again, he was not bothered by this one bit.

"......I think I'm just going to ignore what's going on."

"Aw, an' miss ou' on th' specticle? C'mon!" Casually nomming on popcorn and enjoying the show. Do not mind him. Shadow is casually being a butt. As usual.

Meanwhile, a certain blue haired rapper in the background is getting himself into trouble and may be loudly beeping. But he sure does seem to give the air and indication that he was perfectly fine. Regardless of what the actually trouble that is currently chasing him down.

"Hey, Nimera, what's that Pokémon's name? It looks like a Cyclizar... but isn't, like Miraidon isn't." She's so curious.

 “Hmm?” Silver blue eyes blink once from the question, both of her thin arms carrying a bag of holding which contained countless ingredients for sandwiches. Confusion hinting on her face before the inquisitive glance was followed to a certain large red Pokémon who was currently having to be in the middle of a wash session. Aean having to help provide it, the small guy was lucky that said Pokémon was being very well behaved this time around.  “Ah, that would be Koraidon. While I do not know much about them as of yet, I feel that the journey will be a fruitful one in learning in what they can do. In addition to their prowess of travel.” Nimera answered simply, casually even.

"I'm gonna eat an entire pumpkin."

fallroute

 “Unless your jaw can open that far, I highly doubt you can all at once.”

 “Nimera, you can’t just casually SAY that! Why would Mira-- Hold on. The size. What’s the size of that pumpkin?”

"I'm gonna eat an entire pumpkin."

 “Wait.. all at once? Or just by a series of dishes?”

 “If it is all at once, I would not recommend.”

"Holy fucking shit, it's Zack." Yeah, that's the first thing out of their mouth, staring at the taller man. Fuck, he was tall. "Jeez, tower over me, will ya?"

 “That’s my name.” Zack chuckled, noting the other’s reactions and gave a playful smirk as he lightly ruffled their hair. “Heh, didn’t think I was ever THAT tall.”

“Hey, can I crash here for a couple days? Apartment searching, I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

 Okay, this was different. At least it seemed that the other understood his signing. Small victories in his mind. It did sound like she knew Pico at the very least. And.. wait. Hatsune.. did that mean.. did she know Miku?! How did this gal know his sister?

 Miku Hatsune, a popular idol in Japan who was a big hit in the day and still big to this day. It was thanks to Miku that many people were able to express themselves through various forms of art. Story telling, programming, editing, drawing, music writing, anything and everything under the sun. In a way, Miku was considered an Electronic Angel of Music. She was still an inspiration to this day!

 In fact, she was the reason he was even back in Japan to start with. BF had wanted to visit his sister. After that mishap that happened at the mall back in the States, he did feel like he owed her a proper day out and time together as regular people for a change. Even if it was for a day, or even a few hours. As for his girlfriend, she was stuck being busy with family related matters. One of the other reasons that Pico was away too, due to the job he also had as being a bodyguard to her. Though the rapper did reassure her that they could meet up when the could and make a date out of it.

 “[No problem. Better I tell him now and not risk being sorry later.]” BF responded with a shrug of his shoulders while he started fishing out his cell phone from his pants pocket and started texting. Giving a subtle coded hint that a friend of his arrived to stay for a few days. There was a small pause while he followed her to the kitchen, curiosity poking at him. “[Hatsune-san.. Time out. Do you know Miku too?]” Watching this girl bring out various ingredients, he tilted his head to one side slightly before the offering was made.

 “[Sure! Here, I’ll help.]” The quizzical beep boops turned more to an excited and cheery tone. It seemed that the small man was more than willing to help out. “[Name’s BF, by the by. Short for BoyFriend. Weird, I know, you get used to it.]” Might as well try to introduce himself a bit, since they were going to stay at the same place for a bit.

“Hey, can I crash here for a couple days? Apartment searching, I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

  The cyan haired man was not used to opening the door for people in Pico’s apartment of all places. But he was told that there was mail showing up here and to ‘make sure nothing blows up by the time I get back.’ was more or less the quote he was given. So for there to be a person there asking for a place to stay rather than just drop something off was unusual if it was not Nene, Darnell or Otis.

 “[Not my apartment. Belongs to one of my partners.]” BF clarified, speaking in beeps and boops while using both hands to sign his words. Giving a shrug of his shoulders, a quick glance over gave him enough info that the gal before him did not mean harm. If anything, the girl seemed sown on her luck and just needed a place to stay for only a little while. “[I’ll let him know though.]”

 Moving to the side, he gestured the other to come in. but not before warning her about the scents and sights in the apartment. The faint scent of a certain drug. But the windows had been open and the small man had been leaving a ceramic wax melter running in the kitchen area that left a wave of some lavender and roses to waft through the complex.

 As for the sights, well.. it has seen better days. Granted, there were attempts to repair and restore holes, wear and tear. Though it was now holding a slight charm of going through the wars, but still standing. Much like the temporary owner. On the other hand, there was only so much a few young adults could do without having to result to magic to keep evidence of bullet holes in the ceiling in the living area-- hidden. At least any and all weapons that were stashed in the apartment were well hidden. So it was not like the rapper was defenseless by any means.

 BF was already running through the ways he could bring this up with Pico, since he was out for the day due to a mission or three that were lined up. And it was unlikely for the mercenary to return until late tonight, if not very early the following morning. Either way, the rapper owed the freelancer big time.

kakuchu-hansha​:

Well, their secret’s been found out! “….Don’t tell Mom… I just don’t feel safe without it.”

 Well, perhaps they should not feel so surprised. After all, Chara had one as well. And they were in no position one way or the other. So in this case..

 [ Lips are sealed. Chara keeps one too. Same reason. ] Well, while that may be a truth, it was not the full truth. The full truth being that Chara also needing it in case the need to protect others was necessary. Though usually a last resort. At least, as far as Frisk knew. Would Frisk be nervous or even scared around knives? Normally yes, at least to some degree. But there were certain exceptions. And most times they could stop themself from freaking out too badly if they saw one. Most of the time. [ Or... if I need protecting. But Chara is strong enough as is! ]

kakuchu-hansha​:

“Positive.” Yeah, no, they do. They really do.

  “...” Only one way to find out! Hug time!

“Nooo, I don’t have a knife.” Yes, they do. A pocket knife, in their pocket.

 Squint. They do not seem to buy that.

 [ You sure? ]

kakuchu-hansha​:

“I think I would know if I became one, thank you.” She adjusted her glasses slightly, frowning.

 “Listen~ Sometimes processing takes a bit. One day you could be doin’ yer own thin’. Then BAM! It all just hits ya in th’ face like a sack of potatoes.” Just simply crosses his arms, shrugging. “Or just slip from reality to the next, pulled into a rift without knowing. Teleportation spell gone wrong. An’ so on.” Maira ticking quite a few of those boxes. In one life of hers alone.