Behind the curtains production was under wraps. The یسپریسو was sapping out the filter like درخت sap whereas the silver canister spieled fluffiest of whip cream on سب, سب سے اوپر of the freshest coffee in the city of Emerald. Spit-shine shoes tapped to the beat of the crowds bustling mummers. Hips clad in well-fitted سلیکس swayed along with the smooth dissonance of the plucking bass. Upon entry it was the embodiment of chaos surely to run a slicking stun upwards of any spin the cats dragged in. Yet just as the cloying essences tease their taste buds until they were begging for me like a porn سٹار, ستارہ یا when the clear, bone-rattling brass buzz with passion leaping off their tongue, licking the hidden Jazz سٹار, ستارہ to life in the newcomer soul.
“Please give a hand to Miss. Aria!” The MC clapped her hands while she made way across the stage. Heels clopping against the ebony stage but scrap as she twisted her hips to face the thirsty crowd, she face gleamed with joy when she announces the اگلے line-up of entertainment.
Pure charisma ignored سے طرف کی the rushing waiter elbowing his way to the thick crowd, he tried to get back to the safety of the counter. The long, cool surface fenced to keep the employees from the sometimes-vicious mob. Popping like a weasel, the purple scarf was freed from grubby hands. Jealous was مزید like it, he thought.
Sighing, he slips to the other side of the counter, regrouping with his fellow mates. In unison they began to take their breaks, there wasn’t any point, the herd shuffle to the front. Sitting on سب, سب سے اوپر of the stool, he peaked over the stacks of ingredients just to sneak a glimpse of the vixen ہے, وساان in monochrome. The thick blonde hair slap over her shoulders, oh, how the waiter shivered at the thought of running his fingers through. Twirling the locks over and over again while those hips trapped in the slimmest pencil سکرٹ, گھیرنا set on سب, سب سے اوپر of him. Her leather gloves snapping in common time, her ruby lips barely moving,” A 1,2,3,4.”
She slide off the stool, her lips forming words but vocals producing سے طرف کی the hands of the angels,” Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear.” She teases with such expertise. Holding the value of each note to the point her audience is begging for more. “And it shows them... pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe.”
Reality snatches him back with his pocket vibrating with a message waiting to be heard. The waiter forcefully pulled his attention away from the siren and pull out his phone.
“Nice work, Aria. Hope to see آپ again tomorrow.” Another waiter called out, to the passing باس, گھنگھور Queen. Glancing up momentarily, the waiter notice Aria was leaving with some fellow in shades and a killer smile to make any woman swoon. Close behind the pair, was another man in shades.
“London, it was swell hanging with you, but it’s obvious آپ need to hang something else tonight!” His voice boomed like a baritone.
“It quite seems like that, Charm. Until اگلے time.”
The pair patted backs and part ways, leaving a hefty tip where they stalked. Another vibrates emerged and again, the waiter was brought back. He opens up the message, huh? It was from one of his Internet chums: OneHeart-OneSky otherwise Vash. A cute kid with a nice smile and a body of a female, he would hit it but for one: Vash has certain “care taker,” scratch that, bodyguards. To سب, سب سے اوپر it off, one of his caretakers was like a one-man army; it bugs the waiter that he didn’t have the physique. Hell, he was older than the “punk” سے طرف کی a whole year! Plus, he just doesn’t like fooling around with virgins.
“Jeremy, I got lost while getting there.”
“Jeremy! Jeremy!”
His chuckles were overlapped سے طرف کی the exploding applause, Jeremy checked the time since he had it out. Almost Ten. Time to clock out, but before then scarf lover texted his lost pup.
“Wow آپ really are horrible with directions! LMAO. I’ll meet آپ up at the cafe آپ loser before آپ get rape یا something. یا مزید LOST THAN آپ ALREADY ARE.”
In a matter of seconds, Vash already responded but it was left unread. Jeremy was slipping off his attire and already slipping out the door, waving his hand to his graveyard workers. Jeremy snuggled into his blazer, pulling his scarf to cover his mouth as he speed through the damp streets. His glasses occasionally fogged, taking them off he speed-walk blind as he cleans them.
“OOOFF!”
“Nyeh!”
Gibberish flew out of the wind as he body collides with another.
“Sorry, I was got distracted with my… Oh, hello there.” The frame slide up on his nose, Jeremy caught yet another victim of his distraction. “Let me help you.” Jeremy brought his hand out waiting for the woman to grip his hand.
“Don’t be sorry, mistake happen!” She clasps the shaken hand and with ease she popped right onto her toes. She brushes off her bright مٹر, مصری چنا کوٹ just like the smile that tattooed her smooth cheeks. Yet, her smile shadows her red کوٹ effortlessly when she finally notice whom exactly she bumped into. “Jeremy!”
Jumping she leeched onto him, hugging and swinging her hiked up legs while she held for dear life onto Jeremy’s shoulders.
“Fiona, what are آپ doing out?”
Carefully, Jeremy post Fiona onto the ground. Then he quickly straightens out his blazer and waited for an answer.
“Late night stroll! I absolutely love, love, love the sky after a rainstorm!” She giggled with glee practically leaping off the tip of her tongue and dancing with Jeremy’s emotions. “What are آپ doing, bud?” Fionna swung her hips آگے causing the tips of her hair to brush ever so slightly against her lowly back; she punctured each word with a jab at his chest.
“Work and Vash came from that haystack of a state for Thanksgiving.”
“Oh my glub, really? How come he didn’t tell me anything!” Fiona executed a pout and a پار, صلیب of her arms.
“He کہا it was a last منٹ thing, don’t take it up the butt Fi. Vash is well, Vash.” Jeremy shrugged at his commentary. “Wanna tag along, Fi?”
“Yes! I haven’t Vashe in ages!” She jumped up and down like a kid going to Disneyland. “Were are we meeting him at?”
“At the cafe, where else?”
Where else, indeed? This cafe wasn’t just your everyday cafe; this grand “A” coffee brewer is where bonds made of steel were made. یا at least that’s what Vash believed. He sat awkwardly سے طرف کی the window, occasionally moving about making his butt to sink further into the vinyl embedding. He sighed into his coffee before taking a sip. Vash had a lot going in his mind at the moment: Dealing with his Father and Mother’s shenanigans, Olivier and Russ’ teasing but most of all, figuring out who Pow—
“Vash!!” Shoes squeaked down the walkway with her voice fading as she descends the path. In the end, Fiona tossed her hands over Vash’s shoulder and brought him in the warmest hug he hasn’t experience in awhile. However, despite knowing Fiona for years it still felt weird hugging her. Which is why Vash normally push her away سے طرف کی the 5-second mark.
“Don’t forget about me آپ peasants,” Jeremy announced, slipping down the red rubber.
“Jeremy! Say sorry, that’s just plain rude!” Fiona demanded, releasing Vash from her grasp.
“It’s fine!” Vash raised his hands in defense, honestly that wasn’t mean at all. He was called worst. “How about we order?”
Nodding in unison, the heat died down between the two swimmers. However, Fiona kept the warmth of her sing-songy voice in tune the whole conversation. Her words endless as well as Jeremy blunt commentary but each time Vash would always stop the feud before it erupts to something else. He doesn’t mind though, in fact he enjoys it.
“Fi, آپ honestly believe Aquaman is the best?” Jeremy huffed, taking another bite of his scone. “It’s all about Green Arrow.”
“Aquaman is ten timers ٹھنڈے, کولر than that arrow head!” She slammed her مفن, چپاتی onto the table.
Quickly Vash cupped his coffee at the sudden jerk of the table. He watches idly at the pair squaring off at who’s the best and who’s the lamest. Vash just smiled through it all, heh… It felt strange, smiling for no reason and it actually hurt a little. Hiking up the corners of his lip, revealing his buckteeth to the world without the sensation of regret. Vash lifted the چینی مٹی کے برتن cup into the air and brought it to his lips, taking in the silky brew down his throat. The heat took a nosedive into his stomach, creating an explosion of warmth throughout his body. He sighed at the feeling, Vash looked underneath his eyelashes to see the pair finally backing down. To his left, Fiona was fixing the golden ring encircled across her forehead. In front of him, Jeremy tossed his purple scarf over his shoulder and took another bite of his scone. Habitually, Vash gripped the S-shield symbol underneath his coat. All fondle items were gifts from one and another: Vash and Fiona knitted the scarf, Jeremy and Vash combine some there cash to be Fiona her golden tiara, and Jeremy and Fiona brought ہوم the S-Shield from their Comic-Con trip for Vash. Every since receiving the object, they would wear it all the time, as a mark of their friendship.
One wouldn’t these three wouldn’t be as great of دوستوں at first glance: Jeremy’s snarky remarks and total elitist attitude, Fiona’s everlasting bubbly personality and Vash’s well, “Vashyness.” Yet, if someone were to guess they were friends, they somehow always guess right when it came to how they meet: Over the Internet and planned to meet in this very cafe.
“Is that Russ’ jacket?” Jeremy pointed with his extruding pinky before taking a sip of his tea.
“Yeah, he’s letting me borrow it while I’m here.” Vash admitted.
“Vash!” Fiona randomly burst, flailing her arms around Vash’s shoulders. “You didn’t tell me آپ and Russ were dating! Finally he took my advice!”
“Were not dating!” Fiona was pushed aside سے طرف کی Vash’s defensive tune. “Wha—what do آپ mean he took your advice?”
“Glub.” She peeped and quickly indulged herself into her neglected muffin.
“In my school, that’s a sign of two people dating.” Jeremy injected.
Suddenly Vash blush madly, him and Russ! No, that’s crazy talk! Vash replied,” I think every school is like that but that doesn’t mean we’re dating, he’s like a… bro.” He took his final sip of his coffee, trying to force down the idea of “bro.”
“Heh.” He frowned, placing his cup down. “Are those bullies still taunting you?” Jeremy eyed Vash’s fading bruises. “Why haven’t Russ done anything?” His voice was edge with obvious disgust in every syllable of his words.
“I hate آپ seeing آپ like this, Vash.” Fiona entangled Vash in her arms, snuggling with everything she has.” آپ know if Jeremy and me went to your school we would set them straight! Pow, Pow! AquaArrow 1: Bullies zip zap noda!”
“You guys… آپ don’t have to…” Russ removed himself and slump his head against the window. “Russ does help, but… but they harass me when he’s not around.”
Jeremy started to grind his teeth in frustration even Fiona was beginning to drop her glee. Both already knew and didn’t need to remind Vash that Russ is in his senior year, whereas Vash’s bullies are only Juniors. They don’t know how many times they tried to convince him to go to school here in Seattle instead of Kansas, but he always rejects the idea.
“I hardly get along with my mom even سے طرف کی just talking to her through the phone, plus I doubt she’ll let me on the computer as much as my dad does and make mention all those رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا parties she’ll force me to go.”
Sighing at their combined defeat, Fiona decided to lighten up the atmosphere,” if it’s not Russ, is there anybody on your mind?” She nudged him with an elbow, “I can promise آپ there’s one on mine!”
“Wh—What?!” Jeremy nearly drowns in his چائے at the Fiona’s claims.
“I do but it’s not…” He couldn’t follow through the lie.
“Well, what’s his name?” Fiona leaned in anticipation.
“Yeah, what is his name?” Jeremy directed his سوال elsewhere.
Removing his head from the window, Vash looked each of them dead in the eye,” Power Lad.”
“Please give a hand to Miss. Aria!” The MC clapped her hands while she made way across the stage. Heels clopping against the ebony stage but scrap as she twisted her hips to face the thirsty crowd, she face gleamed with joy when she announces the اگلے line-up of entertainment.
Pure charisma ignored سے طرف کی the rushing waiter elbowing his way to the thick crowd, he tried to get back to the safety of the counter. The long, cool surface fenced to keep the employees from the sometimes-vicious mob. Popping like a weasel, the purple scarf was freed from grubby hands. Jealous was مزید like it, he thought.
Sighing, he slips to the other side of the counter, regrouping with his fellow mates. In unison they began to take their breaks, there wasn’t any point, the herd shuffle to the front. Sitting on سب, سب سے اوپر of the stool, he peaked over the stacks of ingredients just to sneak a glimpse of the vixen ہے, وساان in monochrome. The thick blonde hair slap over her shoulders, oh, how the waiter shivered at the thought of running his fingers through. Twirling the locks over and over again while those hips trapped in the slimmest pencil سکرٹ, گھیرنا set on سب, سب سے اوپر of him. Her leather gloves snapping in common time, her ruby lips barely moving,” A 1,2,3,4.”
She slide off the stool, her lips forming words but vocals producing سے طرف کی the hands of the angels,” Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear.” She teases with such expertise. Holding the value of each note to the point her audience is begging for more. “And it shows them... pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe.”
Reality snatches him back with his pocket vibrating with a message waiting to be heard. The waiter forcefully pulled his attention away from the siren and pull out his phone.
“Nice work, Aria. Hope to see آپ again tomorrow.” Another waiter called out, to the passing باس, گھنگھور Queen. Glancing up momentarily, the waiter notice Aria was leaving with some fellow in shades and a killer smile to make any woman swoon. Close behind the pair, was another man in shades.
“London, it was swell hanging with you, but it’s obvious آپ need to hang something else tonight!” His voice boomed like a baritone.
“It quite seems like that, Charm. Until اگلے time.”
The pair patted backs and part ways, leaving a hefty tip where they stalked. Another vibrates emerged and again, the waiter was brought back. He opens up the message, huh? It was from one of his Internet chums: OneHeart-OneSky otherwise Vash. A cute kid with a nice smile and a body of a female, he would hit it but for one: Vash has certain “care taker,” scratch that, bodyguards. To سب, سب سے اوپر it off, one of his caretakers was like a one-man army; it bugs the waiter that he didn’t have the physique. Hell, he was older than the “punk” سے طرف کی a whole year! Plus, he just doesn’t like fooling around with virgins.
“Jeremy, I got lost while getting there.”
“Jeremy! Jeremy!”
His chuckles were overlapped سے طرف کی the exploding applause, Jeremy checked the time since he had it out. Almost Ten. Time to clock out, but before then scarf lover texted his lost pup.
“Wow آپ really are horrible with directions! LMAO. I’ll meet آپ up at the cafe آپ loser before آپ get rape یا something. یا مزید LOST THAN آپ ALREADY ARE.”
In a matter of seconds, Vash already responded but it was left unread. Jeremy was slipping off his attire and already slipping out the door, waving his hand to his graveyard workers. Jeremy snuggled into his blazer, pulling his scarf to cover his mouth as he speed through the damp streets. His glasses occasionally fogged, taking them off he speed-walk blind as he cleans them.
“OOOFF!”
“Nyeh!”
Gibberish flew out of the wind as he body collides with another.
“Sorry, I was got distracted with my… Oh, hello there.” The frame slide up on his nose, Jeremy caught yet another victim of his distraction. “Let me help you.” Jeremy brought his hand out waiting for the woman to grip his hand.
“Don’t be sorry, mistake happen!” She clasps the shaken hand and with ease she popped right onto her toes. She brushes off her bright مٹر, مصری چنا کوٹ just like the smile that tattooed her smooth cheeks. Yet, her smile shadows her red کوٹ effortlessly when she finally notice whom exactly she bumped into. “Jeremy!”
Jumping she leeched onto him, hugging and swinging her hiked up legs while she held for dear life onto Jeremy’s shoulders.
“Fiona, what are آپ doing out?”
Carefully, Jeremy post Fiona onto the ground. Then he quickly straightens out his blazer and waited for an answer.
“Late night stroll! I absolutely love, love, love the sky after a rainstorm!” She giggled with glee practically leaping off the tip of her tongue and dancing with Jeremy’s emotions. “What are آپ doing, bud?” Fionna swung her hips آگے causing the tips of her hair to brush ever so slightly against her lowly back; she punctured each word with a jab at his chest.
“Work and Vash came from that haystack of a state for Thanksgiving.”
“Oh my glub, really? How come he didn’t tell me anything!” Fiona executed a pout and a پار, صلیب of her arms.
“He کہا it was a last منٹ thing, don’t take it up the butt Fi. Vash is well, Vash.” Jeremy shrugged at his commentary. “Wanna tag along, Fi?”
“Yes! I haven’t Vashe in ages!” She jumped up and down like a kid going to Disneyland. “Were are we meeting him at?”
“At the cafe, where else?”
Where else, indeed? This cafe wasn’t just your everyday cafe; this grand “A” coffee brewer is where bonds made of steel were made. یا at least that’s what Vash believed. He sat awkwardly سے طرف کی the window, occasionally moving about making his butt to sink further into the vinyl embedding. He sighed into his coffee before taking a sip. Vash had a lot going in his mind at the moment: Dealing with his Father and Mother’s shenanigans, Olivier and Russ’ teasing but most of all, figuring out who Pow—
“Vash!!” Shoes squeaked down the walkway with her voice fading as she descends the path. In the end, Fiona tossed her hands over Vash’s shoulder and brought him in the warmest hug he hasn’t experience in awhile. However, despite knowing Fiona for years it still felt weird hugging her. Which is why Vash normally push her away سے طرف کی the 5-second mark.
“Don’t forget about me آپ peasants,” Jeremy announced, slipping down the red rubber.
“Jeremy! Say sorry, that’s just plain rude!” Fiona demanded, releasing Vash from her grasp.
“It’s fine!” Vash raised his hands in defense, honestly that wasn’t mean at all. He was called worst. “How about we order?”
Nodding in unison, the heat died down between the two swimmers. However, Fiona kept the warmth of her sing-songy voice in tune the whole conversation. Her words endless as well as Jeremy blunt commentary but each time Vash would always stop the feud before it erupts to something else. He doesn’t mind though, in fact he enjoys it.
“Fi, آپ honestly believe Aquaman is the best?” Jeremy huffed, taking another bite of his scone. “It’s all about Green Arrow.”
“Aquaman is ten timers ٹھنڈے, کولر than that arrow head!” She slammed her مفن, چپاتی onto the table.
Quickly Vash cupped his coffee at the sudden jerk of the table. He watches idly at the pair squaring off at who’s the best and who’s the lamest. Vash just smiled through it all, heh… It felt strange, smiling for no reason and it actually hurt a little. Hiking up the corners of his lip, revealing his buckteeth to the world without the sensation of regret. Vash lifted the چینی مٹی کے برتن cup into the air and brought it to his lips, taking in the silky brew down his throat. The heat took a nosedive into his stomach, creating an explosion of warmth throughout his body. He sighed at the feeling, Vash looked underneath his eyelashes to see the pair finally backing down. To his left, Fiona was fixing the golden ring encircled across her forehead. In front of him, Jeremy tossed his purple scarf over his shoulder and took another bite of his scone. Habitually, Vash gripped the S-shield symbol underneath his coat. All fondle items were gifts from one and another: Vash and Fiona knitted the scarf, Jeremy and Vash combine some there cash to be Fiona her golden tiara, and Jeremy and Fiona brought ہوم the S-Shield from their Comic-Con trip for Vash. Every since receiving the object, they would wear it all the time, as a mark of their friendship.
One wouldn’t these three wouldn’t be as great of دوستوں at first glance: Jeremy’s snarky remarks and total elitist attitude, Fiona’s everlasting bubbly personality and Vash’s well, “Vashyness.” Yet, if someone were to guess they were friends, they somehow always guess right when it came to how they meet: Over the Internet and planned to meet in this very cafe.
“Is that Russ’ jacket?” Jeremy pointed with his extruding pinky before taking a sip of his tea.
“Yeah, he’s letting me borrow it while I’m here.” Vash admitted.
“Vash!” Fiona randomly burst, flailing her arms around Vash’s shoulders. “You didn’t tell me آپ and Russ were dating! Finally he took my advice!”
“Were not dating!” Fiona was pushed aside سے طرف کی Vash’s defensive tune. “Wha—what do آپ mean he took your advice?”
“Glub.” She peeped and quickly indulged herself into her neglected muffin.
“In my school, that’s a sign of two people dating.” Jeremy injected.
Suddenly Vash blush madly, him and Russ! No, that’s crazy talk! Vash replied,” I think every school is like that but that doesn’t mean we’re dating, he’s like a… bro.” He took his final sip of his coffee, trying to force down the idea of “bro.”
“Heh.” He frowned, placing his cup down. “Are those bullies still taunting you?” Jeremy eyed Vash’s fading bruises. “Why haven’t Russ done anything?” His voice was edge with obvious disgust in every syllable of his words.
“I hate آپ seeing آپ like this, Vash.” Fiona entangled Vash in her arms, snuggling with everything she has.” آپ know if Jeremy and me went to your school we would set them straight! Pow, Pow! AquaArrow 1: Bullies zip zap noda!”
“You guys… آپ don’t have to…” Russ removed himself and slump his head against the window. “Russ does help, but… but they harass me when he’s not around.”
Jeremy started to grind his teeth in frustration even Fiona was beginning to drop her glee. Both already knew and didn’t need to remind Vash that Russ is in his senior year, whereas Vash’s bullies are only Juniors. They don’t know how many times they tried to convince him to go to school here in Seattle instead of Kansas, but he always rejects the idea.
“I hardly get along with my mom even سے طرف کی just talking to her through the phone, plus I doubt she’ll let me on the computer as much as my dad does and make mention all those رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا parties she’ll force me to go.”
Sighing at their combined defeat, Fiona decided to lighten up the atmosphere,” if it’s not Russ, is there anybody on your mind?” She nudged him with an elbow, “I can promise آپ there’s one on mine!”
“Wh—What?!” Jeremy nearly drowns in his چائے at the Fiona’s claims.
“I do but it’s not…” He couldn’t follow through the lie.
“Well, what’s his name?” Fiona leaned in anticipation.
“Yeah, what is his name?” Jeremy directed his سوال elsewhere.
Removing his head from the window, Vash looked each of them dead in the eye,” Power Lad.”
Tarrant Hero
Alias: Tarrant
Age: 16
Powers/skills:-Creates optical illusions
-master of hypnotism and mind control
-hand to hand combat
Past: Dariyn grew up in a wealthy family as well, along with Hikaru and Kaoru. Dariyn was sitting at his ڈیسک doing his school work, when his maid entered the room, and noticed a slight change of attitude in her and decided to make some arrangements to it with his powers. Dariyn met Jaime and the Eden twins while attending school.
Others: -People refer to him as the "Mad Hatter" because of his costume.
-Keeps cards in his hat.
-Occasionally uses his powers to get what he wants.
-Has flirtatious attitude as Hikaru and Kaoru.
Daryin civvies
Bentleys dad
Name: Tina Fang
Alias: Nocturne
Appearance: Black hair that reaches her hips, ivory skin, black eyes.
Civvies: Leather dress, black tights.
'Stume: Picture!
Powers: Flight. Invisibilty.
Skills: Sword skills. Lockpicking.
Info: Tina is after her arch enemy, Ren. Who killed her sister, Ivy. And in order to get to Ren's hide-out, an Angel must come with her to guide and help destroy Ren, because he is too powerful to defeat سے طرف کی herself.
So, there آپ go! Your welcome Angel Warrior Heart! X3
Satsuriku
