Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20150930003410/@comment-13593058-20151002064345

(You linked the wrong team HART by the way. Trying searching for H.A.R.T.)

"Oh boy, this again." Asher exhaled in frustration. He had hoped attending the sparring lecture and keeping a low profile would keep another unneeded fight especially having the whole team coming in.

Asher, sporting his favourite plaid shirt and comfortably worn jeans, stood at the flat observation halls behind the seats of the stadium, arms and eyebrows crossed and leaning against a thick support beam. Behind him were a plethora of fast food restaurants stouting marked up, greasy "food" and cheap beer for the weak-willed attendees.

In front of him, the same hot-headed Heart had identified herself by volunteering his team for a display of skill. Once again, she wore her favourite red-streaked, pink dress paired with a durable leather jacket and black stockings. Her blade-like silver hair tied to one side of her head looked like millions of delicate knives fluttering in the wind as the stadium lights blasted her with attention.

"I didn't come all the way out here to get shit on by the same guy, Heart." Asher continued.

"Again with this," Heart splurged, "if you practiced more, you'd be able to at least hold a 5 minute fight!" She rubbed the handle of her sword, Shiranami, rhythmically and licked her sculpted lips while searching for Carmine's hard face, all with an excited grin on her face.

Suddenly, a paper airplane collided at Asher's temple before neatly floating into his hands. Curious, he fumbled with the toy and openned it to reveal a message, "To be absolutely fair, 'Asher,'" it read,'' " she is right. You ought to train more." ''He looked up and turned his head to the direction the plane arrived from. What greeted him was a pair of melancholy eyes tinted in a mesmerizing violet a few centimetres from his own, causing Asher to flinch backwards.

"Uh... if you could not do that, Rayne, I'd be so grateful." Asher murmured to the eyes staring him down. They retracted at his request, revealing a plush girl of similar height to him. She had short, bulb-like hair which ended around her jaws and were complimented by a pair of cyan hair clips. Her face, round but not plump. She wore an easily distinguishable white coat trimmed in red, a formal white, sleeveless dress-shirt with grey vest, cyan tie, black skirt and stockings. Latching by her back, a pair of well contructed shot-guns resided with an additional curved sword, in the same scheme as her coat, by her waist. What she did not wear was an expression.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey~" a childish voice cried out to the three students. A fast little ball came blasting out of a washroom nearby and slammed directly into Asher's abdomen immediately causing a gasp of air out of his lungs. The ball revealed itself as a fiery little girl with flame-like pink hair and neat black ribbons tied onto her protruding horns. "I finally get to spend a day with big brother Asher!" the little girl cried. She had wrapped her arms around Asher, squeezing and burying her face into his shirt. She wore a small pink laced hoody which covered an ash coloured blouse along with a red plaid skirt and lined black stockings. "There's been exactly 7 RP threads without me showing up in them!" she grumbled.

"Now, Tana," Asher sternly peeled her off his side, "what did I say about breaking the fourth wall?"

"Punch it hard?"

"Ye...no... I mean..." He was at a lost for words, but before he could come up with any more witty comebacks, his team was escorted down to the base of the stadium.

The two teams lined up beside one another in their team name order, facing one another. Heart stared deviously into Carmine's obviously begrudged eyes, Asher purposely avoided the quizzical Alicia's gaze, Sable offered an enthusiastic wave but recieved nothing in return from Rayne and Tana just seemed too distracted by being the center of attention to notice Pieter in any way, shape or form.

"Ah, it's been a while," Asher attempted to converse with Alicia while still avoiding eye contact, "How are your injuries? I hope we didn't bang you up too bad, I'm trained in first aid so I'd hope it did help with some of your post match pain..." he continued to ramble on about last time's match.

"Back for more, huh?" Carmine gritted his teeth with disgust, the image of Alicia being beaten senseless that day fueled his anger.

"Oh, don't push yourself too hard, lover-boy," Heart replied still licking her lips, "I don't want you to blow your load before we start."

Trash talking aside, both Sable and Pieter noticed something about team HART's third member, Rayne Annarosé. A slight similarity in weapon design and in attire of someone they had confronted before. Even Carmine, out of the corner of his eye, registered the peculiar design of Rayne's coat as something he may have encountered before.

"The rules, Mr. Taylor." Goodwitch repeated, patience obviously being tested.