The bro-tastic night of the century. (OPEN FOR BROS)

[Amorite Dolus]

Amorite sat with his back against the cool rooftop, eyes staring deep into the night sky where all the stars glowed by with astounding brilliance. All in all, this might be considered a very romantic night to spend with Kree... but Amorite wasn't spending it with Kree, no instead he was spending it was his bros. No, not Lee, that man would find a way to ruin a moment like this. Instead he was spending this very bro-tastic night with Fasma.

"Yo, man... do you think there are other planets with life on it?" Amorite questioned as he reached for the mostly emptied bottle of beer. "I mean... surely we can't be alone right?"

Finishing the rest of it off he set the bottle aside as he continued with his thoughts, "And if there are, do you think there are some weird green aliens sitting on top of their little roof wondering if there is any life out there as well? That would be pretty crazy, I think..."

[Fásma]

"That's deep, man..." Fásma muttered as he looked up at the night sky. It was a legitimate question as he drank some more of his beer, which would be the end of him if Konig knew he was drinking it. "Like, I mean, it's possible right? If the Gods are as powerful as we say they are, why would they stop at us? I mean, like, if I had the power to create life and stuff..." He paused as he took another drink, processing his thoughts.

"I mean, we're pretty good people, you know what I mean? We're really well made, yeah? Wouldn't the Gods have got it wrong once or twice first, or maybe they've perfected on us?" He also set his bottle aside before raising both of his hands to his head and making an explosion motion, accompanied by the appropriate sound. His mind was well and truly blown already by the talk of the depths of the existence of other life forms within the universe.

"What if they already know we're there..?" He asked. "And they're just watching us, chuckling at our puny little wars and our stupid thoughts on the existential universe..."

[Amorite Dolus]

"You're saying that, like, there is a race of aliens that don't fight and stuff?" Amorite peered over at Fasma in thought. Here he was thinking that these aliens probably lived similar or a more barbaric lifestyle but suddenly it had occurred to him that they could be far more advanced. "Wow... think what we could get done if we were all peaceful with each other... shiiiit."

Suddenly the idea of being watched by some alien life form made him rather uncomfortable. Amorite slipped off his beanie and ran his hand lightly through his hair as his thoughts turned to gods and existence, "You know I really think like the gods would be really disappointed in our race. Humans especially, we destroy everything we touch, man. The Elves don't bother anybody... they just live in their little peaceful islands and chill out all day. I think the Gods had it right when they made the Elves."

[Fásma]

"You don't need to tell me twice!" Fásma breathed with a chuckle as he looked across at Amorite for a moment, before back up at the sky. "Have you ever seen an Elven chick? I mean damn..." He let out a low whistle. "It's a shame that everything's so hostile between them and the Empire, I would just kill to go on a vacation to their islands and just eat their food, drink their drink, and sort of sample their culture, y'know..?" He sighed contentedly as he stretched his arms up in what initially appeared to be an attempt to make himself more comfortable, but in fact turned out to be a motion to grab another bottle of beer from higher up on the roof. Grinning to himself, there was a quick wave of his hand, summoning a small claw made of light, which Fásma used to open the beer before dispelling it into nothingness.

A bit risky to use his powers in the middle of the night (his in particular) but they were in the middle of the Red Light District, they were safe here.

"Do you ever think about life and stuff?" He asked, taking a pull on his beer. "Like, I know you said that maybe the Gods went wrong with humans, but do you ever think about maybe you should have done something different, or not have done something?"

[Amorite Dolus]

"Oh man that would be so crazy! For once I wouldn't be the tallest person around, too!" Amorite laughed at the thought of being around all the tall Elves. He didn't know very much Elves, he would admit, but he always wanted one as a friend. Amorite reckoned that if he ever met the Książę they'd get along really well, the Książę seemed like one really cool dude. The news went nuts when he traveled to Ellusia and when he and the Empress attended the Protian games the public was fanatic over his use of Thelotian clothing. 

Fasma had the mind of a philosopher and suddenly Amorite realized why Konig always kept the boy close. "You know what? I've thought about that a lot I think but I can never really come up with an answer. Some nights I have, uh... these memories that are so real and I relive all the pain and fear. I wake up after those nightmares and I sometimes I wish that I was never kidnapped by the police.  Later on I remember that I did it to keep Kree safe and I remain pretty content with my decision there but..."

The scars that lined his body started burning a bit as he remembered all the painful moments, "But I sometimes wonder if I died a little back in that prison. Like... I don't feel like the same person. I feel... lost." He reached for another bottle of beer and quickly opened it up, "What about you, man?"  

[Fásma]

'Shit...' Fásma thought. 'That was heavier than I was expecting...'

"I regret stealing some bread once..." He muttered, that was literally where he had been intending for this conversation to go but then suddenly, bam! Out of nowhere, Amorite busts out the feels train and then it's all 'Choo choo! All aboard! Next stop, Feelsville Street Station in the city of Feelotia on Northern Feels'. Damn.

[Amorite Dolus]

Amorite paused at his own confession. With the Rebellion heating up like it was he had heard men confess to some really dark things and he found it wasn't fair to judge how one man handled something over another. One Rebel had proudly confessed to killing over eight Thelotians, he had a smile on his face as he loaded his rifle full to presumably go kill more. Another had tearfully confessed to killing just one and how he couldn't get the face of the dead young man out of his head.  

Fasma's confession over stealing bread may have seemed a bit meek compared to these other men but it obviously was important to him. "...You did what you had to do, man. I don't fault you for needing to eat. I dunno... I just wonder what we're supposed to do after this is all done? Like, what's left for us?"

[Fásma]

Fásma decided it best not to point out that he didn't steal it because he needed to eat, but because when he'd first been taken in by Konig, he'd adopted a little stray puppy but the rebellion didn't have the finance to give him enough food to feed the pup, so he'd stolen from other rebels in order to feed little Jimmy. He died of starvation not long after anyways. That kind of sucked.

"I want to say normal lives..." He started closing his eyes momentarily and giving an almost casual shrug. "But there's plenty of angry rebels out there, people who've been ostracized and prejudiced because of the fact that they use magic or that they support it, so you know what scares me most?" He opened his eyes and chuckled, an ironic smile spreading across his face. "I'm scared that when all this is over, those angry rebels are going to turn their frustrations on people who supported the government for no other reason than they knew no better..." He raised his eyebrows in a defeated expression, resting the bottle next to him and putting his arms behind his head.

"Who's the real monster then?"

[Amorite Dolus]

"...So that's just it, huh? We're destined to repeat the same thing over and over?" The frustrated Amorite a great deal but when he really thought about it, it made a shocking amount of sense. He only had to think about the man boasting over the amount of kills he had and wonder what HE would do after the war ended. Amorite would highly doubt that man would end up in an office of any sort and more likely he'd continue doing what he learned to love.

Then he thought about Thelotia's history. The Merricks were dragged out into the streets and murdered after a crowd of Thelotians believed them to be dictators during a harsh winter. Countless dictators came and went until the 'Smiling Rebels' rose up and installed democracy. Now that democracy was oppressing people and - if all went well - they'd soon be gone. So what was next? Were they destined to do the same?

"We can't let that happen, man. After everything we sacrificed we can't just make a system that more people will end up dying to replace a hundred or so years from now..." Amorite was already having trouble focusing and these thoughts only seemed to make it harder. "We need a government, no, we need PEOPLE who do not fear others. Fear leads to paranoia and paranoia leads to oppression. We need to not only change the government but change the way people look at things!"  

[Kree Chancy]

Okay, Kree wasn't crazy ... nor was she going through an identity crisis but the idea of drinking beer and doing boy stuff made her happy. As much as she enjoyed her girl parts, she found that she had more guy friends than girl friends ( literally 1 that should could count ) and thus inclined her go where-ever they went. The situation was different. She and Amorite had been not only dating but living in the same house. She'd read a thousand relationship books ( more so from watching TV interviews ) and learned that apparently guys didn't like seeing their chicks faces all day. Briefly Kree was enraged but the woman who wrote the book informed the listeners that GUYS ARE STUPID thus that was their reasoning. She didn't want to drown Amorite with her face every second of every day ... but she really really wanted to drink and be a bro in the body of a female. Thus this led her to doing the stupid ...

Kree gulped softly as moved to the rooftop. In order to be a bro, Kree found that she had to appear like a bro. She didn't want to go as some random guy and get blasted off the roof so debating on who she'd try to be. Birch was the obvious choice. It wasn't hard to be Birch, right? All she had to do was somehow tie her boobs down ( not an easy process ), put on a Birch wig ( probably the easiest thing ), and make her voice sound ... Birchy ( whatever that was ). Kree had successfully made herself look like an idiot ... she wasn't sure if that was good for the Birch effect. Taking a few steps till the boys came into view, Kree began her mental pep talk, attempting to use her Birch voice.

"Okay, man! You got this. As long as you don't flirt with Ammo, I'm sure you can get away with it. Yeah. Fasma's there so ... obviously he won't notice anything. He's like a doof." Clapping her hands together to further pep herself up, she blew a breath out and "casually" walked forward.

"Hey, its me Birch. You guys know that because you see my face! EH-EHEHHEHE," Kree spoke, in the lowest voice she could muster giving a quick nod to the two. "Fasma, you look fasmatasic. Ammo, you look sexy ... I mean cool! EHEHEHEHEHEEEEE," she shouted, giving them both winks. It was definitely working. She was totally Birch.

[Amorite Dolus]

Amorite was drunk but he wasn't THAT drunk that he recognize his girlfriend. Although when she first announced her presence he did at first think she was Birch on account that he expected Birch to show up. But there were some key things that made him sure it was not Birch, first of all while he would consider Birch an adorable person Kree had an adorable face that just couldn't be forgotten. Not only that but he had spent enough of his time watching her that he could recognize that sexy body from a mile away!

"Ohhh, Birch, hey man." Amorite played along, "Grab a beer and lay down man. We were just talking about how this city will be when the war ends."

He wasn't sure how he felt about Kree acting like Birch. But to his drunk mind he found it absolutely hysterical. Honestly who would believe that disguise?

[Fásma]

Whether or not Fásma was drunk was well and truly up to interpretation, but that didn't stop Kree's disguise from being abysmally bad...

Not that Fásma would notice.

As 'Birch' came over, he suddenly put his bottle down and held his arms open in way of greeting, with a big goofy smile spreading across his big goofy face so that he looked bigger and goofier than ever. He half scrambled to his feet so that he was in some kind of crouched/sitting position as he shouted towards Birch.

"BIRCHY!" He cried. "My main man who I barely even know! Like, I'm not entirely sure how O even know your name or even if we've properly met before but yeah! Great to see you buddy! Pull up some roof, have a beer, talk about the existential nature of the universe and the potential wrongdoings of our people when they go from being the repressed underlings of a tyrannical government to suddenly being thrust into a position of power and control!"

Maybe he was drunker than he thought...

[Aiden Maheras]

Birch had been running around with the dogs in a dog part when he had received a text from Amorite. He had been invited to a bro-tastic night which sounded awesome, he just knew he had to be there. Though, he was easily an hour out from Amorite's house which meant he really had to get going. Using a series of car roofs, buses, and his own two feet he had somehow made it to Amorite's part of the red light district.

Going in through the front door he climbed the stairs to the second floor above the casino. Two solid knocks on Amorite greeted him with Amorite's much less fun older brother. Birch pointed at him with his fingers shaped like guns, he made firing noises "Lee my man! You're looking good, love the poncho, very tight look for you. Anyway, I'm here for the bro-tastic night of the century, y'know? Here  to bro out with you all!" All this guy needed was a spoonful of Birch loved and he'd get that incredibly scary nasty frown off his face.

Lee didn't recognize this guy very well, but he sort of thought Amorite knew him, "You're that loud obnoxious one that Amorite knows, right?"

"Yep, that's me! Birch is the name."

"I don't care. He's on the roof, you can climb out his window to get to it." Lee stepped aside to let him in.

"Thanks bro, I'll see you up there a'ight!?" Lee just shook his head and walked away. Birch danced down the hallways to Amorite's room, ran into his room, did a failed back flip off his bed, then climbed out his window onto the fire escape.  Birch, my man! The words were like music to his ears, they were so excited to see him and they didn't even know he was here yet! Birch climbed to the top of the fire escape.

That's when he saw it, something that blew his mind, another him. "Is that an imposter, they have to know right?" Birchy! Birch gasped, his buddy Fasma just came up with the dopest nickname of the century, but how could he not tell that wasn't him, "Fasma nooo! Come on, don't fall for this he's obviously not me." Birch whispered to himself. "Kick his lying butt outta here guys!" Then Fasma did the unthinkable, he told him to 'pull up some roof.' "No, no, no that's my roof to pull!" it was unforgivable.

Birch dropped down, he was going to make sure everybody knew that wasn't him. That was an imposter. How? Well, obviously he had to get up there. How was he going to? By going undercover.

As Kree.

He ran back down the fire escape, Kree was living here so all he needed would be in her room. He sneaked pass a passed out Lee on the couch, got into Kree's room. He needed some back clothes, he swapped his hoodie, "Hey, this fits really well." He noted . He also put on a pair of jeans, "This...also fits really well..." this was starting to hurt on a manly level. He didn't have a Kree wig and he didn't want to go through her stuff more then he had too, so he pulled his hair back and put the top of his hood on.

He looked in the mirror, practiced his Kree voice, it was just about game time, all that was left was the final touches. Opening up Kree's make up set he went to work on his face, he thought he did a good job.

He came up through the fire escape, took a deep breath to a calm his nerves. "Who are you?" he asked himself, "I'm Kree." He responded, "I SAID WHO ARE YOU?" he harshly whispered to himself, "I'm mother fakking Kree!" He was in the zone, Nailed that so hard He could barely believe it himself. "Ammo!" He yelled running in, "Hey you s-sexy man!" he stuttered, Kree did have a foul mouth. He looked at Fasma, would Kree know this kid? Proabably not, she forgets easily, "Waazzup blonde man, that's some cool hair you got!" Were the falling for it? Probably.

He was practically one with Kree.

[William Locksly]

Locksly had been running for about five minutes, why you ask? Well its a long story about cultists, ice cream, and lost money.
He wasn't even paying attention to where he was going, as so he had been hit by a few buses and some how ended up on top of some buildings in the red-light district, then he fell of onto a casino and he noticed something. His best friend Birch was here, this was some sort of party. He knew the people must be pretty chill if Birch was here.

He got up and dusted him self off then strolled over to 'Birch' " Hey Birch, How you doing? Your looking pretty D@#$ good today. Lovin' Those glutes' You been working out?."

Then he noticed a beauty in hoodie with jeans, the makeup was kinda weird but he didn't care. He practiced about three different 'Sexy faces' then strolled over there "Hey, whats a exquisite  beauty like you doin' on a roof like this?" Que one of those 'Sexy faces'

[Amorite Dolus]

Amorite had to suppress a drunken laugh as Birch appeared in a rather horrible disguise, apparently trying to pass off as Kree. Although with the sudden appearance of the other man, Amorite was rather confused and worried for a moment until he figured Birch had invited him along. Whatever, Amorite was too drunk to care so long as it wasn't some Government guy.

Playing along with whatever Kree and Birch were doing, Amorite strolled over to the real Birch and put one arm around the young man. "Whoa buddy," he said to William, "This is my girl right here so keep that face to yourself." Amorite was rather shocked at how similar Kree's and Birch's body frame was... honestly they could probably trade clothes and it fit completely fine. "Look everyone, my beautiful and very bro-y girlfriend Kree has joined us. Honestly this night couldn't get any better..."

He grabbed a beer from the ledge of the roof and tossed it towards William before putting one in his 'girlfriends' hands. "This is just a night of re-lax-ation everyone. So sit down and enjoy some conversation."

Still finding the weird switch between Birch and Kree to be absolutely hilarious Amorite leaned towards Birch and said, "My lovely lady, give your drunk boyfriend a kiss on the cheek will ya?"