Stardustblade358

"Who are you?" Surrounding Allan were a group of kids. Among them was a young girl with snakes for hair, who seemed to be the ring leader, a boy with large, floppy bunny ears on one side as a girl with wings for arms. "I haven't seen you around here. Are you a new kid?" The girl asked, poking at Allan. "You're pretty short...and you smell weird. Human" She hummed. "Is he really a human?" The boy asked. "Humans aren't allowed in here." The girl insisted. "Must be a half-breed." The leader mused. She glared at Allan, pointing at him. "You should get out while you can. No one likes humans here. So you better book it before I make you!" She threatened. "Allan?" Michael called, walking over to the scene. Before Allan could react, the leader pushed Allan right into the fountain with a splash before the group ran off with laughter. "Hey!" Michael yelled, running after them, but stopping to help Allan out of the fountain. "Geez, no matter how many years pass kids are still mean." Michael said as he quickly helped Allan out, holding him closer. Though he paused, his eyes glistening as he got an idea. "They think you're a student." He began, looking down at Allan. "I think this is our chance, Allan...you could go undercover!" Michael suggested, smiling brightly at Allan.

- Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - w/ Alastor - Private Meeting at Alastor's Tent - Arthur gasped for breath, falling onto his knees at the punch. It was the kind of pain that he didn't feel it at first, but slowly spread and made it unbearable. He held coughing up as he gasped for breath, drool escaping his lips. He glared up at Alastor, snarling his teeth at him even as he pulled him by the collar. Regardless he listened, and he only felt more angry at every word. Not because of Alastor or even because of the punch, but because of the fact that he spoke the truth. The unbearable, angry, and disappointing truth. This was beyond his capabilities. Beyond his reach. Greater than himself or Visco or even the King himself. This was something in the making for years, and if they didn't thread carefully, it would all have been for nothing. No matter how much he trained, no matter how hard he fought...he was a simple pawn in a game that he had no right to be involved in. A half-breed who couldn't even control his powers properly. He couldn't do anything about it, and that was easily the hardest fact to swallow. When Alastor let go of him, Arthur allowed himself to collapse on the floor, his fists gripping the dirt below tightly. Tears escaped his eyes, drops falling on the floor beneath as the rain followed him like it had done that day. "(I still can't do a damn thing...!)" Arthur thought, sobbing. He held his chest tightly. By this point the envelope was wrinkled, the flowers inside still alive only for what they were. Visco. "(I can't do anything for you...)" He thought, his eyes narrowing for a moment before anger rose again. No, there was still time. There was still much he could do. If Alastor didn't kill him, his own stubbornness would get him killed himself. The sparks that surrounded him suddenly stopped their dance, simply pausing as if time itself had done the same. "Then teach me." Arthur asked, a charge in his tone, rubbing away his eyes as he forced himself to stand. He glared at Alastor, fire in his eyes as they gleamed with sparks. "Teach me, Alastor." He demanded. "Teach me how to control my power. Teach me how to kill that witch and save Visco." Arthur took a step forward, getting closer to Alastor. If there was any fear, it was now funneled by his mother's stubbornness and pride, his veins glowing beneath his skin out of pure adrenaline and emotion. "Teach me how to help fix this mess your own people have caused to Visco! If you won't teach me, I'll find someone else who will! But I swear, Alastor, I will not allow for the mistakes that costed her her freedom to be repeated." Arthur declared, not stopping until he was right in front of the knight once more, staring him right in the eyes. "If I see that you let it slide, that justice isn't going to be brought...that you would lie to us again...Not even you will be stopping me from going after Midnea myself." Arthur insisted, hissing as he held his fist tightly, the sparks only growing in size before a single bolt lit the sky above, brightening the tent in a blueish glow. Was his shadow no longer human, or was that a trick of the eyes? Arthur kept his head up, not planning on backing down. If death was on his mind, he did not show it. "So...if you think yourself so wise and so powerful as to make me change my mind...then teach me to see the world as you do. Teach me to be the son of a lightning beast."

Michael.exe had stopped working, his face turning as red as the blood he drank when he heard Allan's comment. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his head bashfully. He turned to Lynn. "Where do you keep the security footage? Is there any way we could see it here to compare?" Michael asked. Lynn hummed. "Yes, I'll give a call. Please give me a moment." Lynn said as she turned away, taking out her cellphone before calling someone. Michael pulled on his collar as his face slowly returned to normal. He walked over to the fountain, helping Allan get the clothes off the fountain. They were of different sizes and patterns. Michael glanced at Allan. "I really don't feel comfortable smelling any of these." Michael confessed. Smelling a belonging, like a shirt or a pair of pants was one thing. To smell underwear was...definitely not something he has been required to do before. He did it regardless, taking a small sniff before moving on. His eyes narrowed slightly. "These all belong to different people. Different scents. There's only one that matches, the perpetrator but...unless I'm anywhere close to them, I won't be able to sniff them out. We should've brought Draven over." Michael groaned, looking around at the courtyard. Soon, Lynn had returned with a tablet. "Here, this is the security footage from just a few moments ago. The data for known trouble makers and new entries this year should be uploading at the moment." Lynn explained. Michael pulled up the security footage, but amazingly enough, only made the case even more puzzling. The footage showed everything was rather normal, yet, for a single moment, the footage shorted out into static, and the moment it came back to record, the underwear was already there. Michael rubbed his head. "This won't help at all." He complained. "My apologies, but every video of every incident has been like that. Every time we've been called from security to check only to find the prank already done." Lynn sighed, bowing her head. "I'm sorry, but you must excuse me. I must return to work. But please, feel free to investigate everything you seem fit. I will be in my office. Call if you need anything of me." Lynn said as she turned, slithering away back into the building. As Michael pulled up the data of the students, he could feel a headache arriving. It was extensive. Very. "I don't know how we're going to do this." Michael admitted, turning to Allan. "There's so many students. Unless we interview every single one, we might have to just scour around for clues until we find something." Michael admitted, looking down at the data. "How about we divide ourselves? If you take the east wing, I'll take the west. We'll just interview in general asking what they know...does that sound alright?"

- Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - w/ Alastor - Private Meeting at Alastor's Tent - Arthur followed Alastor, keeping his sight on the floor or anywhere away from the man himself. It was like he was being surrounded by this suffocating feeling, making him feel so scared he couldn't even think straight. The moment he stepped into the tent, however, was another story. The environment filled itself with a charge, Arthur's skin prickling as he gasped at the sudden energy. It was a familiar feeling. He'd felt it before, in the battlefield after being hit by a stray bolt of lightning, right before he killed that Fey. The electricity made him feel energized, almost hyper as this sudden energy began to fill him up. He listened to Alastor, glaring at the floor slightly. As he spoke his voice became louder, and the electricity around him became more overwhelming, to the point sparks were beginning to fly off his skin even when he tried to hold it in. When Alastor questioned him about his lightning, however, Arthur decided it wasn't any good to trying to hide it any longer. He took a deep breath, before sighing, suddenly lightning crackling against his skin, dancing around him protectively as it jumped from one place to another. His eyes had this gleam, this pulsing glow. But not only did it give him power, but it made him feel...comfortable. Complete. He shook his head, looking up at Alastor. "I..." He paused. "My father, turns out wasn't so human after all. He calls himself a Raiju...whatever that is." He explained, though it still seemed foreign in his own words. He thought for a moment about the information part, however. How dangerous it was to have discovered it. How dangerous it could be for it to even be rumored on about. His voice sent chills down Arthur's spine, but something else seemed to push any fear away; anger. Anger at everything. Anger at Midnea. Anger of the fact that they very well damn knew who this person was and they didn't say a thing. He scoffed a bit. "To be honest...everything so far has been dangerous, hasn't it? Is it really any different now?" He asked, looking up again. "What gives you the right to keep this from us? Then tell me, sir Alastor, how long should we keep this information for? Days? Months? Years?!" He asked, the electricity reacting to his emotions such as with any untrained being. Raw, untrained, and dangerous. "Visco doesn't have years!" Arthur screamed, gripping at his chest where the letter still lay. "We came to this world in hopes of finding a cure to our princess. A cure of what that witch did to her for no reason other than she wanted to! The cure has been right under our noses this entire time, and you want me to keep quiet about it?! You knew! You knew that she was this witch! That she had been sent to our world for these types of crimes, and yet you all kept quiet!" Arthur screamed, his shriek hidden by the sudden crack of lightning just outside the tent. "Don't get me wrong. I am grateful. We're all grateful. We came to you from another world and you received us with open arms, fought a war to save our world despite having the option to turn the other way. There is nothing we could possibly do for a hundred years that could make up for doing what you have done to our world. But..." Arthur gritted his teeth, holding at his chest. "Visco doesn't have forever. A single year for her is like 8 years forced together. In a year she will be a full grown adult. In three she will be older than my mother! She might not even live long enough to complete a decade! She will die before her father!" Arthur felt his whole body shake as tears escaped his eyes. "She doesn't deserve what she has been dealt with despite the sins of the king. I can't let that witch get away with killing her!!! You may have let her get away before unscathed, but I will not do the same mistake!" Arthur screamed, the lightning uncontrollable at this point, leaving scorch marks on the floor beneath. He took a deep breath, looking at Alastor right in the eyes. Fear be dammed. "So unless you can create a cure for my princess yourself, I will tell the King the information he well damn deserves to know! Being a soldier means to face danger in order to protect their people. As a soldier, I want to understand your concern, to keep my mouth shut and follow orders as I had always done. But...as the man who loves Visco, I will gladly risk everything if it means to save her life!!!"

- Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - w/ Alastor - Private Meeting - Arthur felt his heart jump to his throat as he felt the firm grip of Alastor's hold on his shoulder. He opened his eyes, looking back at Alastor, surprised to see him without his helmet. However his gaze and tone told him more than enough to know what this was most likely about. His glare to Alex only confirmed it further, Arthur feeling his stomach drop. Every instinct in his body screamed for him to run, to hide, to beg for forgiveness, to even draw his sword in a last fight. Thankfully however, his training instructed him otherwise. He had lived long enough to know the tune of someone who was in trouble. And damn, he was in big trouble. He gently glanced back at Alex, and then at Draksis, before bowing his head to them, and then to the king. Straightening up, he turned to face Alastor, though he refused to look at him in the eye, instead looking downwards at his feet. "L...Lead the way, sir." Arthur asked, resting a secure hand over his messenger bag as he followed Alastor. "...what...what do you need to talk about with me?" He asked. He would play dumb. That usually worked. At least, until he knew how much Alastor knew. Then again, looking like a kicked puppy might not be working in his favor, either. The little knight might've bitten off more than what he could chew.

The kids laughed loudly as they took photos of the prank. Here, they were allowed to be themselves. Even the mermaids, who were either were carried by friends, rolled in wheelchairs or swam in the designated water paths. Tails were wagging, ears perking up as they looked at the statue. The statue of the school's founder stood proudly...while wearing random assortments of underwear. Michael tried his best to contain his laughter, leaning against Allan as he hid his face from the principal. The principal, however, was exasperated, quickly turning to the students. "Everyone is to retreat back into the buildings! This courtyard is off limits until further notice!" The principal announced. The students complained, quietly going back inside as the other faculty and staff helped to round them back in. The principal was a Lamia, from her hips upwards bearing the body of a female human, but from the bottom down, having the long and tail of a snake to match her body proportion. She wore the top part of a standard suit, her bright orange scales standing out. "My name is Lynn Bell. I am the principal of this academy. You have no idea how happy I am to finally have you here, detectives." She spoke. "With all due respect, these kinds of pranks don't seem very harmful." Michael began. "This is mild compared to everything else that has already happened! Chairs welded together! Just last month we had to close an entire sector of the aquatic routes because someone had stuffed the filters with dead rats! We had to disinfect the entire area! At first it was innocent but it has been getting progressively worse. The worst part is we don't know whether it will be evil or innocent until it actually happens." Lynn insisted, sighing. "The faculty and I have been doing our best to find out the cause, but we have gotten nowhere. Just last week a teacher quit out of fear after someone left a noose inside her room!...please, please help us solve this. We fear it might end up actually hurting someone." "We understand. We will do our best to find out the root of this. When did this all even start?" "About 2 months ago, just at the beginning of the semester. It began with whoopie cushions and thrown around books in the library. The first incident where we began to worry was when a student found all of the acrylics paints in one of the classrooms had been replaced with blood." Lynn explained.

Honestly they're all so cute I would love to have them all! It's so hard to choose just one!

Michael began to drive off to their destination, but was caught off guard from the question. He glanced over at Allan. "Allan." Michael turned his eyes back to the road, stopping at a red light before turning to face him. "Allan, what has gotten into you? You're not a burden to me. You're human, yes, but that's what makes you special. You are able to see things I cannot. Provide a perspective that otherwise I could not see." Michael picked up Allan's hand, holding it tightly. "You're my partner. You've proven to be more than a capable detective. You're not a waste of time, Allan. You're a member of M&M, and very important to me. We're a team, remember?" Michael asked, giving Allan a smile. He gently let go of him as the light changed to green, proceeding to drive off. "Now relax, alright? We'll be there soon. The academy is located in the furthest side of the Hanerae District. Much like the jail, it is pretty well hidden, but closer to home. It's not the only one of its kind, but it's the one for this area of the country." Michael said as he drove. It took him to the most arid part of the city. Rarely any vegetation, and the one that did exist were extensively taken care of. The temperatures here rose higher than in other areas, even now the temperature rose. Driving past the urban and commercial areas, they reached the Hanarae desert. The desert located itself outside the city, beyond the same district which shared its name, all the way to another city beyond. One could see the shifting dunes in the horizon as Michael drove across the sand, following the directions on his phone as they drove to a range of mountains ahead. As they approached, one would believe to see the sands shift...or something shifting within it. Before Allan or Michael could question it, on Allan's side, a large eye was looking through the window straight at him as they drove. Michael smiled as he looked up. "It's the Amphisbaena. It protects the entrance. Must have smelled you." Michael chuckled as the giant creature followed them for a while. Michael lowered the window as he extended his hand, allowing the creature to smell him. "We're one of you." He hummed. The creature smelled for a moment, before disappearing back into the sands. As they reached the mountain range, the creature shifted the sands, revealing an entrance. Michael drove through before the creature hid the entrance back with sand again. At the end of the dark tunnel one could see an exit. When they reached the end, they were greeted by the academy grounds. It was surrounded by water, large waterfalls echoing as ancient structures stood above the water. On top of it all, the academy, looking as majestic as ever. Michael drove them to the academy itself, following the given path. ---

The snowglobe was accidentally invented when trying to enhance the effects of the first lightbulb. The original factory is still in operation.

The famous Roman poet prevented losing his estate through a loophole in the law. The law said the government could not take land away if it was a burial ground. Not specifying what was supposed to be buried, he killed and buried a fly, made a mausoleum for it, invited people for its funeral, and thus he kept his estate.

Allan did not receive much warning, if none at all. Within a second, Aldrich was in front of Allan, each arm on either side as he blocked all possible exits. His eyes were sharp as he glared at Allan, taking the moment that Michael wasn't around. "What does he see in you?" Aldrich asked, his tone sincerely confused as he leaned closer to Allan. "You don't smell good. You aren't that strong. You're human." Aldrich spoke, muttering under his breath utterly bewildered as he stared at Allan like if he was the most unusual thing he had ever seen. "You don't even look similar to Clay. Your personality is way off too." Aldrich suddenly let go of Allan, taking a few steps back as he crossed his arms. He remained silent for a few moments, before glaring back. "You know you're only temporary, right?" He asked, looking over at Allan. "You are human. You are mortal. You can, and will die. Maybe a lifetime from now, but to us it's merely a dent in time. You know this. Michael knows this. You're merely...a fling. A temporary catch. A toy who will eventually get broken and be thrown away." Aldrich pointed at Allan. "Do what you like. I won't stop you. Make Michael happy if you wish to, if that makes you happy too. As long as he's happy, then I will stay content...but know this, Othello." Aldrich said as he gently stepped besides him, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "You think yourself high enough to be fit for a member of the Cassio family? A human who will expire? You're just another human that will eventually die on him, like every single one before you. And when you do, the one who will be there to comfort him will be me. So do us a favor, and spare him, and yourself the pain...we both know he's suffered enough as it is." Aldrich warned, his tone cold as he gently straightened his back. "You can go running to Michael now...it's all you know what to do, after all." With that, Aldrich walked away, leaving Allan to his thoughts.

I am a sucker for random historical and scientific facts. Those stick in my brain, instead of like, important stuff.

Set between an imaginary timeline between the Edo Period and the Meji Period in Japan, there exist these creatures called Mushi that display supernatural abilities, but are so ethereal in nature that most people don't even know they exist. The series follows a Mushi Mast named Genki as he travels around Japan researching Mushi and helping people who are suffering problems because of them. God it is such an amazing series. I could watch it over and over again and never get tired. I highly recommend it if you haven't watched it.

I would love for Tiger & Bunny to get another season. Same for Mononoke and Mushishi. Tiger & Bunny and Mushishi got movies but I really want another season to enjoy.

- Helios & Arthur - Side: Mystras - Lord Raiden's Speech - As lord Raiden spoke, all kinds of emotions traveled across the tent. Many were in relief that Raiden had not been the one to have killed the queen, while concern rose at the fact that it was an assassin who had killed the queen instead. Someone working for a third party, it seemed. Whispers went rampant. Could lord Raiden be lying? Creating a diversion for his blame? But if he wasn't, who was this assassin? Who could benefit from this war? Was this all planned from the start? When Raiden spoke about the barrier had being broken, the magic finally flowing back into the world below, the humans gasped in surprise, sighing in relief as some cheers were made. Helios gasped, wagging his tail excitedly as he looked down. "The barrier...your world." Helios hummed. Arthur gasped, smiling as he looked up at his own group excitedly. This meant that home would begin to heal. Magic was going to return. Their world would no longer decline without resolution, and they could finally begin to recover. But relief was short lived, for the cost was just as large; peace. The assassination of the queen meant that the possible end to the war had died along with her, and now this war would enter into a new stage. Arthur gripped his fists tightly, frowning, but he was not surprised. It was equivalent exchange. To gain something, you had to give something. For the life of the world below...the many loves that this war would further take. As Lord Raiden asked for a moment of silence for Shiva's death, the tent went eerily quiet, not a single soul even breathing. Arthur lowered his head, frowning as he closed his eyes, paying his own respects. "(May you rest, Queen Shiva...and I'm sorry.)" Arthur thought, frowning momentarily. Helios lowered his head, thinking of Jynn. To the joy of the world below, now they had to solve the problem of the war, and if it ever did came to an end. "(Be strong, Jynn...the burden now falls on your shoulders. Oh how I wish it weren't so.)"

Aldrich growled at Allan, staring at the fork. "You think a plastic fork is going to do anything? I'll bite your arm off without breaking a sweat." Aldrich hissed. Michael quickly pulled Allan closer, glaring at Aldrich as he growled. "Touch my partner and I'll bite your head off." Aldrich's eyes softened, staring at Michael. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Much less harm your..." Aldrich glanced at Allan, considering his words carefully. "...partner." "Then if you really mean it, then you can screw off and leave me alone." "It wasn't me, Michael!" Draven nor Tabitha did anything to help Allan, who sat in between the two, practically switched before their cellphones rang. TO: MICHAEL; ALLAN REPORT TO MY OFFICE. I HAVE A NEW CASE FOR YOU -W Michael quickly stood up, helping Allan out. "Come on, we have to report to the Warden." Michael said, glaring at Aldrich as he stared at Michael hopelessly. "Let's go, Allan." Michael said, walking away alongside Allan, leaving Aldrich with Draven and Tabitha, who were more than amused to watch Aldrich's reaction. Michael and Allan quickly made their way to the Warden's office, who was waiting for them. "Welcome you two. You ready for another case?" The Warden asked, sliding a file across the desk. Michael picked it up, opening it as he read it with Allan. "Another one out of the city?" Michael asked. "I hope that by the time you return, you would have cooled down with your involvement with Aldrich." The Warden said, quickly sitting up. "The Libri Academy is one of the many academies that caters to the supernatural. It has been recently been the victim of some 'pranks'. Though not unusual for places full of teenagers, these pranks are beginning to get out of hand, and are beginning to become a burden. Portraits are turned into tables. The dishes are thrown into the fountain along with dish soap. Books are being found shoves into tree branches. There has been no culprit found, and everyone is beginning to get scared. Your goal is to find out the culprit before someone actually ends up getting hurt." The Warden explained. The grades of the academy were high school based. Lots of teenagers. Lots of suspects. "We'll get right to it." Michael said, smiling at Allan. "Get your stuff ready, I'll meet you at the car." Michael said, hurrying off. As Allan stepped out, Aldrich was already there, waiting for him. "Please don't run away. I want to tell you something, at least listen to me once." He asked.

- Vita & Maverik - Blaise was not going to have luck with Maverik on board. Maverik's head quickly turned to look at Blaise, hearing her cough. He didn't even give a warning, suddenly disappearing from the spot where he stood before re-appearing sitting down next to her. "Are you ok?" Maverik asked, tilting his head as he watched her catch her breath. "That cough doesn't sound good. Should you even be coming all the way out here while you're sick?" Blaise asked, leaning in close as he looked concerned. He gasped, an idea quickly sparking in his head. "Oh! Maybe I can make you a potion so you feel better! Mom taught me to do all kind of potions! I don't have any ingredients here, though." Maverik hummed, reaching to his back as he pulled on his staff. "But maybe I can make a spell to make you feel better instead-!" "No." Vanitas quickly spoke, scolding at Maverik as he glared slightly. "None of your experimental spells on this ship. I hope for us to arrive to the Mainlands in one piece." Vanitas warned. He'd seen the explosions this kid's experiments caused. He definitely didn't want that on this ship. Maverik groaned in annoyance, but complied, retreating his staff back to its place. "Fine~ You adults are really boring, you know that?" Maverik asked, crossing his arms, turning to look at Blaise as he decided to wave off Vanitas' scolding. "Tell me about the Mainlands? Like, is it really that different from the Badlands?" Maverik asked, now somewhat calmer as his attention was on Blaise and the conversation he hoped to have. Vanitas sighed, gently rubbing his temples. Maverik didn't need to fit in some sort of evil plan of his mother; he was a hazard all on his own. Vita sat down, looking up as she waved at Azra. "Hey, Azra. Want to sit with me?" She asked, smiling as she waved at him, turning to look out to the sea. It was...exciting. This would be the first time she would ever leave the Badlands, and depending on how it all went, maybe the last.

The restoration group had worked overtime to fix the mess hall, much to everyone's relief. They even managed to seal up the holes in the ceiling. It wasn't the first time the base needed fixing up after a rumble. It wouldn't be the last. But man was this one rather extensive compared to other times. Everyone at in relative peace, including Tabitha and Draven as they sat with Allan. Just as quick, however, the tension spiked, the mess hall going eerily quiet. Draven gripped his milk tightly, Tabitha looking up. At the entrance of the mess hall, stood the two vampires; Aldrich and Michael. The two stared at each other, glaring. Everyone watched anxiously, getting ready to run if another fight broke out. "Michael." "Aldrich." The two glared, Aldrich sighing. "I don't want to fight you. I really don't. You know what will happen to us if we do. Remission isn't very...fun." Aldrich admitted. Michael crossed his arms. "I don't want that either." Michael commented, the two simply glaring at each other. "What is up with those two?" Tabitha whispered. "I know some Vampires are territorial, but I've never seen Michael act like this." "I began to ask around...and as it seems, it turns out that Aldrich guy is his ex." Draven explained. Tabitha chocked slightly as she gasped. "No way!" "That's the word. There's also something involving some murders...but that's classified. No one is suppose to talk about it." Draven explained. Tabitha narrowed her eyes. "...that explains the sexual tension-!" "HEY!" Suddenly, from the kitchen, Kirius stepped out, stomping straight at the two vampires. "If you two think you're going to destroy the mess hall you have another thing coming! I'll starve the both of you and will send you off to drink from the nearest grocery store's meat department!" Kirius yelled, scolding the two vampires. Michael seemed to try to apologize, while Aldrich seemed rather indifferent about being scolded by him. After Kirius was done scolding the two, he returned back to his kitchen, Aldrich and Michael exchanging glances. Michael looked away. "...I'll tolerate you...for now." Michael hummed, walking over to the table. He sat next to Allan, arms crossed. "Do you seriously still think it's me? Like I would have to kill a human for your affection." Aldrich said, walking over to the table. Seeing there was no free space other than the other side of Allan, he proceeded to sit down, not even asking him, his attention still on Michael. "It's been 10 years. The evidence proves I'm inocent. I frieking rescued your @$$ that night!" "I don't want to talk about it." "...this isn't even about the murders anymore, is it? IS IT THAT ONE TIME I DRANK YOUR GATORADE?"

Catch me outside crying over Kitchen Nightmares

God bless student discounts

If you get this back up I'm more than willing to continue. I would like the chance to develop the character.

Michael's eye widened. He didn't expect for Allan to have read the file...then again, Theodosia seemed to have gotten a linking to Allan more than with any other member out there. He gently hugged Allan back, holding him tight, almost afraid to let go. "Oh Allan." Michael sighed, smiling softly. He let go of him, looking at him in the eyes. "You shouldn't worry yourself over something I've brought upon myself..." Michael insisted, frowning as he shook his head. "That...that incident happened a decade ago. A decade long. The suspect had been studying us and we underestimated him. He had been preparing to capture someone like us, someone from the M&M department, until he finally did...and Clay payed the price." Michael sighed, letting go of Allan. "I shouldn't have let it get to my head. This anger against Aldrich, my suspicions...they could be just as dangerous." Michael insisted, looking down at Allan. "But...I'm glad to have a partner like you too." He chuckled. "You're one of the most stubborn humans I have ever met, and honestly, I didn't think you would be able to keep up. Yet, you've surprised me. I've been the one who has been needing to keep up with you. I'm...glad that the Warden assigned us together." He said. He rubbed Allan's hair playfully. "You should head back to bed. You humans need more sleep than Vampires do...thank you for your support, Allan." Michael said, leading Allan outside. Just before closing the door, he held Allan close and gently kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Allan. I'll see you tomorrow." Michael said, letting go of Allan before closing the door. Tomorrow would be another day. They had to be sure to keep up.

Michael had been sent to his dorm to relax. The entire time he decided to meditate, and over all mentally scold himself for loosing his cool. All of this time he had been sure that Aldrich was the one responsible. His scent was the same, his voice, and even demeanor. But the biggest hint was the phrase alone; You'll be one of us sooner or later. Michael and his friend hurried, barely reaching the front of the mansion as the rain began to pour. His friend, Feliciano, laughed as he turned to Michael. "At least we made it before we go our suits wet!" Michael chuckled, holding his mask in his hands as he watched Feliciano quickly strap on his. "Ready for the party?" Feliciano asked. "I am! But, won't you get in trouble? I mean, the invitation only asked for you. I don't want to get you in trouble-" "It'll be fine! They told us we could bring as many friends as we wanted, and I wanted you to come with me, seeing my date bailed out on me...again." Feliciano huffed, quickly grabbing Michael's mask and gently strapping it on Michael's face. "There. Now you'll blend in. Ready?" Michael smiled, turning to the door. "I guess I am. I haven't been to a party in a long time. It's exciting!" "Don't worry. Everyone here is a monster...you'll feel right at home." As they entered the mansion, they were enveloped by the aura of the party. The crystal chandeliers gleamed with light, music playing across the hall as the guests danced with glee. Servants served drinks and food as they hurried, the guests wearing their best attires and most elegant masks. Michael and Feliciano smiled at each other before walking right into the action. Michael had to admit, it was fun. He even got to dance with a couple of lovely ladies along the way. He talked with other guests. Everyone was a monster, even the servants. It felt...oddly homey. "Would you like a drink?" A servant asked. Michael turned, smiling as he glanced at the many choices of alcohol. "No, thank you. I can't drink alcohol-!" Michael insisted. However, just as quick, a servant came up and offered him blood inside a glass. Michael's eyes widened as he gently took it. "I...thank you...?" Michael asked, and just like that, the servants were gone. His friend, Feliciano, hurried over to his side, laughing. "Hey! I told you this party would be fun!" Feliciano cheered. Michael nodded softly, before his eyes turned to face someone who had just walked up in front of him. He wore a red mask, to match his red eyes, his hair as white as snow, his skin pale. The young man smirked devilishly. "Another Vampire. My, how rare it is to find one of my kind in these kinds of events. Much less one of my own age." The man took Michael's hand, gently placing a kiss on it. "My name is Aldrich. Are you enjoying the party?" "Um, yes. I've never been to a party exclusively of monsters...This would be a first." "Oh don't worry." Aldrich insisted, smirking. "You'll be one of us, sooner or later." Michael looked up as he heard a knock on the door, and then a voice; Allan. "Allan?" Michael asked. What was he doing up at this hour? Unless he was in trouble? Michael quickly stood up, hurrying to the door as he opened up the door, not expecting to see Allan crying out of all things. "Allan? Allan what happened? Are you ok?" Michael asked, gently getting his hands on Allan's shoulders.

Saros crossed his arms, glancing over at Moana. So it would seem that they would end up taking the her with them. He glanced over at Susan as she spoke with Ghost. "Well, from the looks of it, it won't take long for that darkness to reach the island and swallow it whole. We should hurry, if we're to stop this before it spreads any further." He inquired, walking over as he looked back at the horizon. "The darkness and overall smoke will be too dangerous to fly through. Not that I don't trust your skills, but I rather not risk our lives on a risky maneuver, especially since we won't be able to see anything while approaching." Saros offered, slowly looking back at the water as he felt himself gulp. He then looked at Moana, and then back at the group. "I...I believe that the best way to reach there without much trouble would be by...by boat." Saros offered. Flying directly to it, while possible, had it risks. They would be flying in blind. The sea in itself, seemed to be cleared enough of the darkness, and it would be low enough for them to go underneath the smoke rather than right in it. They could literally sail over straight into trouble, and probably without much trouble other than one or two heartless...if they don't get attacked by a giant kraken sized one, at that. He began to feel dread in his stomach. Darn it. He didn't even bring a life vest! He looked over at Ghost. "Unless your ship can transform into a boat..." Saros turned to Moana. "We might have to borrow some of your sailboats. We can all sail together." He suggested, before looking back at the group. "Unless, anyone has any better ideas?"

CASE: #2479 "Blood Moon Murders" STATUS: UNSOLVED REPORT: The "Blood Moon Murders". A series of unsolved murders committed in between two Blood Moon eclipses in a span of three months caused by a unidentified suspect who wears a mask to hide his identity. Despite the rigorous work of the investigators and department, the suspect was never caught. He is responsible for the death of 13 people, including one of our own investigators. Due to the cause of death, it has been suspected that our suspect is a vampire. However, he remains at large. The following reports compile the events of the last encounter with the suspect based on multiple eye witness accounts... "Be advised! Suspect on the run heading into the Mons District! Suspect is to be considered S rank and highly dangerous!" "All patrols are to close off the area and block all major routes! All M9 units are to remain active!" "All residents around the Mons District are to remain inside and lock their doors. Hide within the innermost part of your home and arm yourselves until the situation is under control!" "This is Cassio and Belladonna! We have visuals on the suspect and on the run!" The sound of gunshots rang across the air as the suspect ran across the narrow alleyways of the district, his long black coat tailing behind as his mask shone under the blood moon with a red hue. Right behind were Clay and Michael, the two running after the suspect. Michael growled. "I can't fight him with these walls. We need to force him into an open area if I'm going to go all out!" Clay scoffed, smirking. "Yeah. We wouldn't want you to break another thing today, would we?" "I-It was an accident! I promised I would buy you a new one!" Michael whipped his bladed whip, blocking the incoming knives flew right at them. He looked up, looking back at his partner. "I'll try and block him from above!" "I'll keep on his tail then. Go!" Michael jumped on the wall, using it to push himself from wall to wall until reaching the roof, where he proceeded to run in an attempt to tackle him from above. The suspect ran, barely dodging Clay's bullets as they created holes on his clothing. One bullet pierced the suspect's knee, causing him to stumble momentarily as the silver burned his skin and muscle. The suspect screamed in pain, turning to Clay as he took a step forward him. Suddenly, from above, Michael jumped down onto the suspect, kicking him right into the ground as the ground shook beneath them. "Michael!" Clay yelled, rushing right in after his partner and the suspect. As the dust settled, Clay's eyes widened at the scene. Michael coughed up blood, gasping as he stood over the suspect. In the suspect's hand a sharpened wooden stake, which he had used against Michael as he jumped down, using the force of the fall to stab the stake right through Michael's chest, right on his heart. "A wooden stake may not kill a vampire, but as long as it remains, you are good as dead." The suspect hissed, thrusting the stake further into Michael as he gasped, eyes wide. The suspect had caught him completely by surprise, using the situation against him. And just like that, they were no longer in control. "MICHAEL!" Clay screamed, eyes wide as he raised his gun, shooting right at the suspect. The suspect dropped Michael on the floor as he dodged the bullets, before disappearing from sight and reappearing in front of Clay, punching Clay in the stomach hard enough to hear bones crack. Clay gasped for air, dropping his gun as he fell on his knees. But he wasn't given much time, the suspect picking him up as he searched for his cellphone, finding it in Clay's pocket. He proceeded to crunch it in his hand, destroying it into pieces as Clay struggled. Clay reached for his walkie talkie, quickly speaking to the radio. "OFFICER DOWN! Cassio is down! We require backup! Please hurry! Officer do-!" Clay screamed into the radio, only to be thrown against the ground like a ragdoll, his head hitting the concrete floor hard enough to knock him out. Michael struggled to breathe, his vision fading with spots of black. The last thing he saw was the suspect pick up Clay before walking towards him. Michael woke up with a start, gasping as he attempted to move only to feel a sharp pain against his chest. He looked around, finding himself in a darkened room. He was shirtless, countless of silver prods stabbing against his body. His arms were holstered up in chains, prods stabbing him right across his arms to keep them still. Against the sides of his body in between his ribs, silver prods stabbed into his skin, a wooden stake stabbing right into his chest. Were he to move he would end up piercing his heart through, and die again. Two silver prods that rose from the ground in an angle stabbed him right through his feet and stabbed him through his leg, right in the holes of his bones. He couldn't move. He was trapped, and bleeding without any sign of stopping. "You're awake." Michael looked up, seeing the masked suspect walk up. "You sick bastard." Michael hissed, shaking his head as he struggled. The masked suspect chuckled. "Yes yes. Get it all out of your system. Sick bastard! You will pay! Yada-yada..." The suspect said, walking around. Michael breathed heavily, before looking up. "...what have you done to my partner?!" The suspect stopped, turning to Michael. "The human?" "Where. Is. My. Partner." "He's fine." The suspect chuckled, stepping to the nearest wall as he got his hands on a switch. "Well...alive." He flipped it, a light illuminating the rest of the room. It showed bloody weapons scattered on the floor, fresh blood on the floor as dried up blood decorated the walls. Tied to a chair sat Clay, battered, bruised and bleeding as he panted for breath. Michael's eyes sharpened as he struggled wildly, the rods piercing into his organs and ripping his skin. "I'LL KILL YOU!" "You tried and see where that got you." The suspect walked over to Clay, pulling his head up by the hair. "I did tell him I could make it easier if he spoke. But he's been uncooperative." The suspect let go as he began to pick out weapons from the floor. "Speak about what?!" "The codes!" Clay said, looking up with eyes wide. "He wants the codes to the Master Files!" "firetruck." It was as ominous as it sounded. The Master Files. The files that contained the record of every single member of M&M within the country. Ranging from normal officers to undercover ones. What people wouldn't do for those codes. Including killing. "We don't know those codes...!!! Only the director knows!" Michael yelled. "Come on. You're a vampire. One of Evington's top men. I'm sure you've heard or seen the codes somewhere." The suspect insisted. Michael shook his head. "I don't know the codes!" The suspect stared at him before sighing. "What a waste." He turned to face Clay. "We don't have the codes, leave him alone!" "But what would be the fun in that?" The suspect took out a baton, holding it tightly as he walked closer to Clay. "Maybe hearing him scream will make you remember!" The torture went on for hours. From time to time, Clay would pass out, forcing the suspect to wake him back up, only to continue. By the time the suspect got bored of it, the night was already ending. Clay could barely move, every bone in his body broken as he bled. The suspect sighed, dropping the weapon. "It's going to end soon. The eclipse." He suddenly slashed away the restraints, forcing Clay onto his feet. Michael struggled again, holes of ripped skin across his body as he cried tears of blood, exhausted. "Let him...go..." He huffed. The suspect held Clay close, having him face Michael. "Watch, Vampire. This is our nature. This is what we are...and what we shall forever be." The suspect lifted his mask, before suddenly biting down on Clay, gaining one last scream from the human. Michael could only watch helplessly as his partner was drained dry in front of him. Michael screamed, watching the life drain from his eyes. He watched Clay take his last breath, before being dropped. By the time he hit the floor, he was dead. The suspect licked his lips, slowly walking to a crying Michael. "Now I commit the greatest sin, for the sake of vampire kind." The suspect said, holding Michael close as he prepared to bite him. "Fear not, Vampire. You'll see him soon-!" Suddenly the entire room shook, the sounds of gunshots roaring across the air. "POLICE! GET ON THE GROUND!" The suspect stepped away, only to pause and lean right into Michael's ear, whispering one final warning. "You'll be one of us...sooner or later." With that, the suspect ran off, making his escape through one of the many ways of the dungeon underneath the industrial area. Michael allowed himself to cry, the world going black around him as the last thing he saw was the Warden hurrying to his aid. "Michael!!!"