The Good, the Bad, and the Terribly Ugly ((Kree/Nyx/OPEN))

[Kree Chancy]

(( I'll take one other person, because I'm thinking of adding Decode into this ))

Thelotia - a world absorbed in the corrupted politics of religious leaders, corroded in violance by the assholes of the Government, protected by the works of the notorious Rebels, and overseen by the silent Anarchists. The world was at war, each side of the rebellion attempting to destroy the other. Everyday, deaths were broadcasts over the television - either a government member was killed by one of the terrible rebels or there was a great victory over the death of a rebel. The world was crumbling and everyone was being effected by it. Once could only wonder if there as any good in the world anymore. Was there even a chance that everything could revert to a time of good or at least gain some of those oh so good qualities from Ellusia? There was always doubt ... and right now ... Kree was a victim of that doubt. 

Ebony tresses rolled down her neck and crystal blue eyes stared at the setting sun. Her knees were drew up to her chest, arms pulling them as close to her as possible. Her scarf hung around her neck. Rather than wear her signature red one, she wore the one Connor had made for her birthday. She didn't want to say it was her favorite BUT IT WAS HER FAVORITE. As long as it didn't tell her other scarf, she'd be safe. With the setting sun came a certain chill. It was almost time. With the trouble in Thelotia, it had started to get very difficult to do work. Kree wasn't like normal young women. Working as prostitutes and strippers, could have been the normal route for girls like her who needed money. However, although Kree was desperate she had her morals. Jobs as a bar hostess or waitress seemed basic and Kree was far from basic. Kree was an anarchist and lowly jobs like that weren't even worth the amount of time people put into it. Among the casinos, Kree had got wind of a few drugs being passed around. Kree was a great supporter of mana, but this wasn't your NORMAL mana. The seller was adding some 'special additives'. Those additives were making those taking the mana different. While the Government seemed to not care about anything other than keeping order and destroying those against them, Kree had learned to care for the lesser people. She had been one of them and her family had been some of the many who had partook of dangerous drugs. Even know, she didn't know where they were. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to know. Her family had been lost to drugs and she didn't want to see anyone grow up the way she did ... She would get rid of the drug. Although she was independent, destroying this drug couldn't be done alone. 

Darkness slowly took the sky, only a small bit of orange being seen from the horizon as dark blue gathered in the sky. Kree's eyes narrowed softly and she gave a soft peep before rising. Black leggings hugged her legs and slim black hoodie pressed against her body. She gave a soft exhale before the tattoos over her body gave a soft tingle. In a flash of bright violet, Kree vanished in a mist - darting from down the building and rushing to an alleyway a bit farther off. 

Being the first there, Kree reformed. Quickly looking around, Kree shoved her hoodie over her head and pulled her scarf closer. She quickly pulled out her phone. She'd sent out an invitation to a few others who she hoped would want the same - one of which was a new member of the Anarchists. She was familiar with almost everyone else in their little group - enjoying their Cupcake Thursdays. ( She'd made that up with the strict hope of getting to know everyone better. She'd proven to be successful ... but apparently her cupcakes were terrible. ) She needed the quick and the agile. She only hoped that this new member could match her own abilities to a T.     

[nyxous]

Nyxous received the text a little while ago and had been heading their since, His tucked in tie, and vest where both black in hopes of a little disguise. but he knew he would still be to obvious a character in those clothing. He headed over to a clothing store nearby before he made his way too his fellow Anarchist. Nyxous made a small purchase, it was a light cloak almost touching the ground, it was a dark almost midnight black cloak, the hood pulled over his head would cover his eyes so he left the hood off as he ran through the ally ways to find his mission.

Nyxous carried only a few items on him, a couple lock picks, and his cutlass which was attached to his belt under the cloak. He enjoyed the nights air, the cool, crisp, almost harsh night air, The moon in full bloom with a nice orange tinge on it. The night was near perfect for work. Nyxous arrived at where he thought they were too meet, only to find a dead end alley-way with no one there. "Shit.." Nyxous moaned as he turned around too see a eaves-trope. Climbing this was easy, although Nyxous had mana, and could wield it, He was still new at it. So he mostly left his fighting to normal means whether it was guns or swords, He didn't care much which. As long as the job was completed by the end of it.

As Nyxous made his way to the roof he tried to see where his ally could be.. There... A few buildings away Nyxous could hear something. Only hoping it was Them, He ran towards the noise. As he jumped from roof top to roof top he managed to make it there repetitively easily. But with each step of progress he made it closer, it also became much more obvious that those people were most definitely not his allies..

Nyxous looked into the ally ways putting his hood on a peaking out as best he could without being seen. There was a argument going on.
"You FARKING asshole..."
"What? You told me to bring them here?"
"Yeah.. i told you too bring ONE person here. Not seven."
"There are only four, Not seven"
"You get the point! We only needed one for the deal to go down."
"Oh well, should i kill the rest?"
"I guess You wi----"


Nyxous moved away and continued on his way to find his partner. A couple more buildings down looked like the spot he had been explained to go. He headed in that direction.

[Kree Chancy]

Kree leaned against the wall, her bottom lip popped out to a minor pout. Her shoe tapped repeatedly on the wet concrete - splattering softly in a tiny puddle. "Mmmm," she hummed, a frown pulling he brow. She leaned her arm up, pulling her sleeve up and staring at her wrist. Of course, there was no watch there. ( She wasn't exactly fond of wearing them. They always broke or confused her. ) She only did this so she wouldn't look weird or anything standing in the alleyway doing nothing. 'Gosh I hope no one thinks I'm a prostitute,' she thought to herself, shoving he hands into the hoodie's pockets. 'That would be soooooooooo awkward."

The sun's light had faded completely, offering no more innocence to the day. Night was here and everything bad happened at night. A few people crossed the alleyway, peering in at her feeble form and offering small smirks - eyes threatening to join in and do terrible things to her. Kree didn't want to imagine what they were thinking. If it wasn't for her awesome 'punch you in the face' abilities and Illusion powers, she'd be horrified. She, luckily, was great with a knife and even greater at kicking ass.

A few minutes continued to pass and she felt her heart sink a little. No one was coming ... They didn't want to help. She frowned and stomped her foot. 'Who cares? Krimslee, you can do this alone! You don't need lousy anarchists holding you back. KICK SOME DRUG DEALER ASS!' She balled her fist and gave herself a confident smile. Kree looked around, attempting to find the best place that would allow her to get a birds eye on everything in the city. Her eyes moved to the buildings above her to which she had recently perched herself. Giving a childish snicker, her body exploded in a violet mist, shooting up the buildings inner wall. Reforming quickly, her hands grabbed the edge of the building and she gradually pulled herself up.

Taking a quick peak up, eyes met immediately on a tall figure. She being incredibly awesome, reacted the way any awesome person would.

"AAAAAAAAAH!" Kree yelped out of fear, unconsciously releasing her hold on the edge and falling splat on the ground. Kree felt her body launch back, slapping onto the wet pavement like a dropped rag doll. "OOF," she spat, deciding to lay down for a bit. She kept her eyes close, only imagining the tall figure to be her Ammo as he looked down at her in shock. "DON'T EVEN JUMP DOWN HERE. I'm great. I just hit my head ... and my back ... and my legs.
Laying there she gave a soft sigh and flopped her arms up a bit.

"I know. I know. I didn't tell you because I am a WOMAN, Ammo! LET ME HANDLE THIS ON MY OWN. GOSH!" she groaned out with a childish whine. "You'll let me be a woman in OTHER situations but when it comes to kicking drug dealing rapists ass, its all 'OOH. YOU'RE NOT SAFE. BLAH BLAH. FURK THAT. FURK EVERYTHING! I NO CARE! I NO CAAARE!" Kree continued loudly. She quickly leaned up and offered a pout to who she thought was her boyfriend. To her surprise, the figure at the top of the roof hadn't jumped down to her aid.

She gave a loud pout and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're not MAD at me are you, Ammo? I'll make pickle splits so you can feel better. Coome oooon," Kree whined.

It took a few seconds, however, for Kree to realize that this stranger wasn't in fact her beloved. Quickly, she sprung up, ignoring the momentary pain in her back and legs and head. Her hands began to glow a faint violet color. And she narrowed her eyes up at the stranger. "You're not Ammo! You're a stranger! Ammo told me not to talk to strangers. I'm not supposed to talk to you!" she yelled up childishly.

There was a long pause before Kree started, "I'm not really good at following rules so ... What's up? You trying to rob me or something?" She gave out a loud hiss. "That would be awkward because normally I do the robbing. So ... I'm not really sure how this goes. Forgive me if I do it wrong or if I punch you in the face and kick you repeatedly and shoot you in the face and take your money. I'd call it a reflex. Yeah. A reflex," she said, more to herself than Nyxous. 

Kree decided to make a mental note. She really needed to carry more guns around. 

[nyxous]

Nyxous gave a slight laugh and scratched his head awkwardly... "You wouldn't happen to be... Kree?" Nyxous looked the woman up and down, he was a little Shocked to see what looked like a five year old in a young ladies body. He couldn't help but giggle. Nyxous smiled as he rummeged through his pockets for a lighter and for his half empty pack of cigarettes. He stared awkwardly at kree again, holding up a finger to indicate he needed a minute. The cigarette pack opened and he pulled a smoke out using his lips, put the pack away and lit the cigarette.

The smell of smoke glooming around him, as well as the smell of meat, he had been at a diner only just before this. He smiled as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.
"So. Kree. If that is your real name". Smiling even more at her. "What can i do for you". Nyxous cracked his knuckles and neck. The sound was grotesquely Beautiful. Nyxous had joined the anarchists but had yet to go on a mission, this was his first.

Nyxous took out a notepad a pencil waiting eagerly for her response. He was going to take notes...

[Kree Chancy]

Kree jumped as the mysterious man called out her name, earning her a brief flinchy peep. "H-how do you know my name? Have you been stalking me? I'll have you know that I have a pet monster named 'Lee' and he would gladly rip your face off with his bare hands. He's that bad ass! ... And he's quite ugly ... and old. I wouldn't be surprised if he shat himself while attacking you." The soft click of a lighter made her jump before staring up at the man in curiousity.

Her eyes widened at his claim and she gradually allowed all the pieces to come together. A smile pulled her lips and she leaped up and down happily. "So you must be the new guy! Nexus or Nathan or Bilbo or Jackson or something." She paused for a minute. "Its Abigail~! I'm sorry. I totally get the new recruits names messed up. MY BAAAD~!" She clapped her hands together and nodded. "I'm Krimslee but I prefer Kree. So ... don't call me Krimslee because I'll get mad." Kree shook her head. At his question, Kree smiled. "Well, I've got a personal mission that I want to partake in. There's a bunch of bad mana going around and I need to find out ... well stop it." Kree rubbed her arm. "I was gonna do it on my own but you know ... you popped up." She smiled and clapped her hands together. In a flash of violet, she two reappeared on the roof at Nyxous's side

"Okay, you little newb! I'll give you some advince. Before we get started, you need to be quick, nimble, and ... um ... quick! Do you have that written down?"

She paused for a minute. "Okay. You're also gonna need weapons." She paused and glared at him for a minute. "Please tell me you have weapons?"

[nyxous]

Nyxou, laughed at her, she seemed to small.. so, Innocent. Yet she probably had more blood spilt then himself. "Weapons? what are those?" Nyxous smiled as he put a hand on his cutlass, Who did she think he was? He knew better then to go out unarmed. "As for speed.. Well, Ermm. I mean- Maybe- Hmmmm I'll try and keep up". Nyxous wasn't terribly quick, sure by human standards he was quick, and he even probably compete for speed professionally, but when it came down to using Mana, well, his abilities didn't really effect his speed.

Nyxous cracked his neck and knuckles Writting in his notes.

Things to remember:
-Be fast
-Be quick
-Don't Die
-Pick up something for dinner tonight
-Figure out where i can cook


"Hmmm, I think i got that all, Well, How about we go kick some glorious booteh?" Nyxous smiled again this time he took out his cutlass throwing the cigarette on the ground. Nyxous loved fighting, however killing was different, He didn't love killing, he merely knew it was essential, maybe he even hoped it wasn't but he was to smart to know to hope for things that couldn't exist.

Nyxous suddenly stopped in thought, he remembered what people could do, how evil they can be, how cruel they can seem, and how innocent they believe themselves. Surely man kind knew.... That only those who have power to change the world may decide what is right and wrong.

[Jemma Darcy]

Jemma danced back and forth, her feet lightly touched the gravel underneath as she engaged in a game of pacing. In her hand was a crumbled up letter. She had met a veryyy scary women back at the Anarchist headquarters who helped her sign up. When she mentioned Kree, the women gave her the address in which Jemma could find her. "She's on a mission right now, if you want to join. I just sent out our newest member as well." Her voice was toneless and she held a deadpan stare, but she helped her anyway and sent Jemma on her way towards her friend.

But, well Jemma was a bit lost. "OKAYYY." She sighed in frustration and looked up. Be a bird! Jemma thought. See from the roofs. Maybe you'll spot her from there! But Jemma struggled with an intense fear of heights. "But birds can fly." She frowned as she reached a shaky head towards an fire escape. "So that if they fall they don't break into a million pieces like glass." She swallowed hard and pulled herself up, clinging tightly to the railing. She made the mistake to look down, and it took her a good while to remove herself from the fetal position and continue coming. "I'm not going to fall! I'm not going to fall! I won't break into a million pieces like that glass bird I broke once.. I won't!" She kept telling herself this until she pulled herself up.

As soon as she was up, however, Jemma fell face first upon the roof, clinging to it with dear life. How long did she stay like that? Enough for the sun to set and voices carrying from another roof. It wasn't until she heard the familiar sound of Krimslee Chancy did she fling herself up and was face with a new challenge.

They were on another roof.


"KRIMSLEE!!!!" Jemma screamed and jumped up and down, waving her hands like a lunatic. It took her a moment to realize she was too far away for Kree and that tall, dark, and what Jemma summed up as handsome backside of a stranger to see her. She walked towards the edge and looked down, swallowing hard as her knees shook.

"Come on! BE BRAVEEE! BE BRAVE LIKE THE GREAT ICOS!" Jemma whispered, determined and made a dash. She was going to do it! She was going to jump and make it towards them.

Only as Jemma didn't quite make the leap."AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Jemma screamed as her tiny body went hurling towards the very hard, and unfriendly ground.

At the last second, before her brain became mush, Jemma used her mana powers and made the air push her back up onto the roof. "WHOOAAA." Jemma said uncertainly as she wobbled to a stop. She was now only two flimsy houses away from them! "KRIMSLEE!" Jemma shouted again, shooting across the other roof more confidently now. Every time she used her power, a white neon light lit up around her body and tattoo, the wind making her long ruby red hair whip in all kinds of directions. She could be either very beautiful or very scary. But when she landed upon the roof and ran to the edge with her arms extended, the biggest grin across her face, scary was the furthest thing from what she was right now. "KRIMSLEE!" She called and clung to the edge of the roof. One quick puff and she'd be on the next roof, standing right besides them. But she said on this one, a bit hesitated.

[nyxous]

Nyxous still holding his notepad heard voices, at first it could have just been his imagination, but as the seconds passed it became louder and more clear "KRIMSLEE" The voice in the background was screaming it as this point.

"I thought you hated being called that?" Nyxous questioned Kree, he started taking another note.

-Kree is a liar
-Krimslee (Kree) Can be called multiple names

Nyxous smiled. as he moved his hand through his hair sweeping back the curls that entangled his hand. He enjoyed the night, it was nice out, not to cold not too warm. Just right.

"KRIMSLEE" Again... the person was screaming, if we did have any stealth tactic it was gone now.. "Hey, Should we get ready? She might be a bad guy" Discerning that it was a girls voice. Nyxous pulled out his cutlass, getting ready for a fight. Cracking his neck and knuckles. It was going to be a fun night. Nyxous smiled as he tried to see what the intruder looked like. Squinting as the dark figure got closer and closer, The locks of darkened hair swaying in the night sky. It looked almost majestic, but if it got much closer Nyxous might take a swing... 

[Kree Chancy]

Kree stared eyes widened at his question. She calmed herself before she 'accidentally' kicked him off of the roof. Accidentally meaning grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him. Of course, Kree than realized that shew wasn't a murder and instead decided that it would be better to pretend like she did in her head. That seemed like a much better response.

Kree gazed over him, giving a slow nod as he so diligently took notes. "This kids got spunk. Motzy! HE'S GOING PLACES. AND YOU'RE GONNA HELP HIM," Kree narrated out loud, slowly rubbing her chin and giving a proud nod. Nyxous's comment nearly made a proud tear scroll down her cheeks. She gave a sniffling noise and nodded. "Y-you're going places, kid. You're gonna do some heavy damage, kid." Kree gave a quick crack of her knuckles and started to jog into place.

"Okay! Let's get sta-" Kree stopped, hearing a soft voice mutter something about pee. She paused and looked in Nyxous's direction. "Um, you have to pee? I mean, we were just about to spring into action all cool like. You know like in the movies where they jump off the roof and they give a brief text about the characters. I thought we were gonna do that. I mean, when you gotta go ... you have to go but ... your timing needs work." She gave a soft sigh. "Add that to your list. 'Always be ready to jump off the roof and prepare for character introduction'. That is, literally, the best part of what we do." Kree turned away, eyes looking at the moon and her serious face plated on her ... face.

She slowly closed her eyes. "Somewhere out there ... I think people are writing what we are doing ... keeping it on record because we are just that furking awesome, you know. We can't let those people down, Nauseous. We've gotta make 'em proud, man. We gotta make 'em proud!" She paused for a minute before looking back. "Add that to the list to. You have to awkwardly look up or down at things. It adds better effect. Also, if someone is recording us and makes a movie of us, they need all the good sides. So be sure to always look awesome." She looked around cautiously. "YOU NEVER KNOW WHO'S WATCHING!"

"Krimslee!" a voice called somewhere close, bringing out out heavy fear into Kree's heart. The name 'Krimslee' was barely spoken and, in truth, she hadn't heard it in a long time. LEE never called her by that and Amorite didn't either. She heard it occasionally from Clay when she'd sneak into his house and steal things ( only to have to return them later ). It was odd to hear it. That, of course, was the name registered on her birth certificate and few people actually knew it unless they decided to research her and her sexiness or if she had told them. Her surprise upon hearing her name made a loud yell bellow from her throat and she quickly scuffled behind Nyxous. "TAKE HIM! HE'S KREE! I'M JUST A PASSERBYE ATTEMPTING TO WATCH THE MOON! AH-HA-HA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAAA!"

In a flash, a red headed form leaped up from the roof and danced towards her side. If Kree was a normal person, she would have pissed herself. However, she wasn't so instead she screamed dramatically and forced Nyxous's form to guard her from this joyous apparition. After a few seconds, Kree peaked from behind her trainee and her eyes went wide.

"JEMMA??!!!!" Kree called in shock. She rushed over, snaking her arms around the other girl and pressing her face into the other's chest. It had been a while since she'd seen anyone under the care of their old 'FATHER'. She'd seen Clayborne alot ( hence her stealing his things ), but not really anyone else. "YOU'RE ALIVE ... AND NOT BURIED IN RIVERS LIKE I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE." She peeped, as she backed away and examined the beauty. "You've got boobs. Pretty pretty boobs. And your face looks like sex ... which is good. REALLY REALLY GOOD!"

She gasped softly, offering awkward happy babbles before clapping her hands. "What are you doing here? You're not doing drugs are you? ITS NOT OKAY IF THE COLORS GREY, JEMMA!"

[Jemma Darcy]

Jemma squealed with delight as Kree came to embrace her. She'd abandon that tall dark stranger and gave Jemma the biggest bear hug she could handle, which Jemma gratefully returned back. "I KNOW! WHO'D THOUGHT?" Jemma called back and laughed. It was a pretty laugh, like tiny bells that sounded almost musical. "You have boobs too!" She grinned and pulled back,striking a pose.

"Don't we just look hot?" She flung a scarlet lock of her shoulder and broke into a big smile, taking Kree's hands in her own. "I'm not doing drugs! ...Are you..? " She frowned and looked Kree up and down. She looked wayyyy to happy and wayy to Kree to be pumped up with drugs..But then again, Jemma's eyes glanced towards Nyxous.

That must be her drug dealer! Jemma's quick glance however did very little for any real information and she shook her head, responding to Kree. "No no! I visit! I decided to join the Anarchy, Krimslee!" Jemma put her hands on her hips and pulled a pout. "I'm tough now." She tried for a growl but it was as fierce as a puppy's.

Just then, it really dawned on her that was another person present. Jemma frowned and peered over Kree's shoulder, her eyes meeting the gangly figure dressed up a dark cloak. Her emerald green eyes widen to doe like extreme, her tiny petal like lips parted as a tiny gasp left them, her whole fair face painted with an awe expression.

 The silver moon placed high in the sky behind the figure cast down a ray of neon haze, shrouding half of the man's figure  shadows. His cloak, as dark as the night's sky billowed behind him as the breezed picked up, making the noise of material whipping harmonized with the crickets chirping. Her eyes soaked up every each, from his feet to his dark hair swaying in the breeze, trying to hide that already half hidden face. His were eyes calm and cool, and the  smoke drifted around him created a misty cloud kissing his silhouette like the moon's rays did. The tiny note poke out of his pocket but was quickly over looked as the dangerous cutlass balanced in his hand sparkled in the moonlight.

He. Was.So.Majestic.

Jemma swallowed hard and pulled Kree close, whispering lowly and never taking her eyes off of the young man. "You're drug dealer looks like rainbow magic!" She breathed, giving Nyxous googly eyes over Kree's shoulder.

[nyxous]

As Kree moved out behind from Nyxous and started gossiping Nyxous took a deep breath. "Oh great.. Another hyper murderer". He put the sword away softly placing it in it's sheath. Laying his hand on the handle letting it rest there he decided too step away from the two girls whom were seemingly never separated. Nyxous smiled, the two looked happy, maybe that was why they fought. "for friendship?" Nyxous muddered under his breath, he was questioning their intentions, and why they chose a path of violence.

Nyxous the awkwardly turned his head away as the two decided to 'Feel each other's goodies' it was probably for the best he wasn't watching that. When he thought the coast was clear and it was safe to turn back his eyes moved towards the new girl, "Jemma" Nyxous said aloud without realizing it. That was her name correct? That was what Kree had shouted. 

As his eyes met hers the world slowed, only momentarily, but in that moment it was enough. They perfect moment. Nyxous let a quick smile crawl onto his face before returning to his normal look of boredom. He then discreetly took in her appearance. The red hair that looked as though Apollo had touched it himself.  Her beautifully colored green eyes, that made the moon make them shine just right. Her size that was almost too cute to acknowledge. lastly her freckles that were placed as though god was trying to make her cute. Nyxous Noticed all these things, and so much more, but he could never let her know. Not yet.

His eyes turned away looking into the distance once again, before taking out another cigarette and lighting it. As the smoke poured out of his mouth into the moonlight he grasped his cutlass once again, "So, uhm... Drugs... Bad... Should we... May-" He stopped and looked back at jemma before turning flushed without realizing it. "Ahem! should we start this? Or are we just going to stand here all day" As he quickly looked away once again. He hadn't been so awkward in a long time, he wasn't used to it..


Nyxous started his was too the edge of the roof, looking down over the edge into the ally way. There happened to be two punk looking kids, they were sitting against the wall nearly passed out, it looked as though they had just been put in a washing machine a spat out. "I think they're high.." Nyxous pointed towards them, and then looked back at kree. "Maybe that's a good place to start?" 

[Jemma Darcy]

Jemma nearly died on the inside when he said her name.
HIS VOICE WAS MAGIC TOO.

She fought a giggle as Nyxous started to stutter. He was cute and sexy at the same time! She thought and blushed as Nyxous' gaze caught hers. Jemma glanced quickly back at him to see his face growing a bright red as well. DOES THAT MEAN HE THINKS I'M CUTE? Jemma thought loudly and bit her lip, holding back the need to burst into a giggle fit and hide her face as his eyes kept meeting hers before darting away to stare at the very interesting floor.

Jemma let go of Kree, giving her arm a squeeze and smiled, never once thinking that Kree could be with Nyxous. She skipped to the edge and nearly flung herself over the railing as she leaned forward, frowning as she stared at the two mean looking punks down there. "YUP. Totally baked." Jemma agreed, standing so close to Nyxous --despite all the room on the roof-that her bare arm painted with many little brown freckles brushed his clothed arm softly.

"What are we gonna do? Beat them up? Pretend to be their friend while secretly pumping them for information?!" Jemma slapped her palm on the railing and expressed a very determined and serious look. "We'll have to use code names! I'm FunTimeSeenNoEnd -one word, You're SexyThing and Krimslee will be SheWhoWillNotBeStoppedTheAlmighty!--Or are those too long?"

[Kree Chancy]

"'Drug Dealer'?" Her eyes moved to Nyxous and she gave a snorted laugh. "This big blob of lard isn't my drug dealer ... NOT THAT I HAVE ONE! I'm clean. I swear! Lee has a 'No drugs' policy and I prefer not having him sneak into my room at night and smother me with a pillow. PLUS, what would my Ammo think? His heart would be soooooo brokeeen. He'd be soooooo saaaad. I can't let him down. Not again at least."

Nyxous's voice called out Jemma's name and when Jemma saw stars. Maybe the literal ones. She was pretty sure the girl had zoned out and one eye had some how managed to move up to the sky while the other stared at Nyxous. It probably didn't happen, but she'd like to imagine it. THEN Nyxous's response. Kree stared as he babbled, eyes narrowing slightly before passing between the two. Okay. Was it crazy that they were giving off those 'DUDE. I WANT YOUR BODY AND ALL OF YOU' look? She'd seen it on some movies and on T.V and the t.v advice lady had clearly said before the signs of attraction. Was Kree in between said attraction. She paused for a minute, growing a rather large smile. Jemma and Notice. They would be cute, right? WRONG. Kree took in quick remembrance. She had JUST now found Jemma - beauty among beauties - and already Noctrine was trying to get his newbie claim on her. Her face lost the joy and she quickly threw herself at Jemma arms wrapped around her tightly, face planted into her side.

Her eyes stared at Nyxous, blinking owlishly at first before she offered a slow and eerie smile. "She's mine," Kree whispered softly towards the male. While Kree was a friendly person, sharing wasn't caring in her book. She had a ... property issue. She was picky about Hana's friends, she was picky about Birch's friends, she was BEYOND picky with everyone Amorite conversed with. She'd come a long way after not preferring the company of people and her biggest fear was to somehow lose those people. It had happened a long time ago and she wasn't ready to let history repeat itself. This new member was trying to steal her juice ... and she liked her juice alot. IT WAS HER JUICE. SHE HAD TO RIGHT TO PROTECT HER JUICE FROM PEOPLE WHO WANTED HER JUICE.

Kree gave a light mocking laugh and unraveled her arms from around Jemma. "'I think they're high'," she mocked in her Nyxous's voice ( nothing close to how he actual sounded ). She scoffed and walked towards him. "You're new, Nocturne. It takes YEARS of practice before you actually master finding high people. Pull out your notepad." Stepping to his side, she looked down and pointed to two teen boys ( the same who he had pointed to ). "You see these fine young specimens? THEY ARE ON DRUGS! You can tell because that kid obvious is high and that kid is obviously insecure and high! Write that down. 'Trust no insecure person! They are almost always high!'"

Kree looked over at Jemma as she moved closer towards, Nyxous - her arm COINCIDENTALLY rubbing against his. Her face turned up and she quickly flipped herself between the two - attempting to kill all chances of Jemma's attraction. "AHAHAHAHAHA. Close, Jemma dear, but no dice. We're gonna go down there and pretend to be three teens looking for a hit, ya know. Obviously, no one will suspect us! All we have to do is simply walk down, ask them nicely, and BAM we've got ourselves a lead." She flipped her hair and gave a childish chuckle. "Its literally THAT simple~!"

Jemma's names gave her a happy smile and Kree gently ran a hand through her hair. "I like mine ... but they're a bit too awesome for those guys. See, they're drug addicts. You know what that means. They have simple brains. They can only understand weird names like Jordan and Vincent. WHAT PERSON DO YOU KNOW HAS THOSE NAMES?" She smiled and crossed her arms over her chest. "EXACTLY. DRUG ADDICTS! We need good names to help us blend in."

[nyxous]

Nyxous gave a awkward smile towards kree once she had claimed Jemma, not that Nyxous wanted any claim over her. he just simply found her... intriguing. Kree went on about how Nyxous was Supposedly wrong, although Nyxous knew better them to just let kree trample over what he said, he wouldn't argue this time. let her think she is right.

Nyxous started thinking of names. a couple popped out but nothing significant until... "I got it... I'll 'Charming' Jemma can be 'Bella' and you kree.... you can be Fred, you can do that right?" Nyxous's face grew a nice grin before turning around and heading off the roof away from the ally, he was going to go and make it a simple operation. and he wanted to get out of there before Kree had any chance to complain or make up more weirdness.

Nyxous approached the corner where the Drugies where, he wanted to approach them casually as if he were high. but he had never been high. He could tell the two in the ally where though, something about them just didn't seem normal. Nyxous whispered back at kree... "Hey, you're on drugs right? Can't you blend in with them?" Nyxous was only half serious... he knew she couldn't blend in.

[Jemma Darcy]

Jemma returned Kree's embrace as enthusiastically, however not really knowing WHY Kree suddenly was acting like that but didn't MIND that she did. Jemma loved bear hugs.

"That was a great impression!" Jemma chirped in after Kree mocked Nyxous. She didn't get the mocking bit but thought Kree was great at her acting! Jemma watch Kree closely as she explained the plan, eyes shinnying with such admiration. Kree's changed so much!

"EWWWWW" Jemma turned away and made faked gagging sounds. "WHO'D WANT TO BE CALLED JORDAN OR VINCENT?" She scrunched up her face in a scowl. Those sounded like some awful names. She can just imagine those who would have it. Accented smug leaders and fluffy hair! She both disliked and was jealous of them already!!

Jemma moaned. "Gosh darn it! I wanted Fred." She slammed her fist on the railing. "You're lucky Krimslee! Fred is an awesome code name." She cooed and kept glancing at Nyxous. A mighty fine grin he's got! WHAOOAAAAA. It is all like sparkles and moonshine.

" I CANNNN!" Jemma replied loudly for Kree and nearly fell off the roof as she climbed down. "Whoa there, leader friend. No need to be so aggressive!" Jemma pouted and landed on the ground, coming up to Nyxous. She fluffed up her hair and threw her jacket onto Nyxous. "Hold that, will ya? THANKKKKKSSS!" Jemma skipped her way across towards the druggies. "Hi guys--!" Jemma gave a little wave before slipping right up to one of them. "Sooo there, good buddies friends, people. You got any drugs?"