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Ochaco didn’t mind the girl’s order, a bit impressed and appreciative of the spunk. It was a welcome change, and a heartwarming surprise at best. “Right for the sugar, huh? I suppose we all have to restock the energy somehow.” Stepping up, she looked at the wait staff, “One medi–large black coffee.” She said, correcting herself as she thought on her schedule.

Stepping to the side after paying, the councilwoman eyed the younger girl and took a deep soothing breath through her nose, almost as if she was getting in a zen state. “So… what do you do aside from run and consume enough sugar to put down a horse?” she joked.

“Oh, it’s got a lot of sugar?” they said with a grin. “Sweet...” Prude muttered with truly no pun intended. The order of a large black coffee made Prude turned up their lip in a bout of a disgust, but she also respected how the older woman was sticking to the whole “I don’t even take BS from my coffee” persona.

Prude carefully considered her answer. This was an adult, and adults generally liked to rat to other adults. So, it was best not to bring up the Lost Boys. “I’m a fighter,” she answered. “Boxing mainly. I want to be the best fighter on the station. And I basically...am.” Prude didn't know what hubris was but she was overflowing with it.

#one black coffee #she's john mulaneys dad lmao #ochaco edo

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“And I’m sure you just had to finish it, hm?” He managed to get out before the man began loudly and angrily recounting the full story in his ear. Hades had to lean back a little bit, just to keep his eardrum from blowing out. Despite it all, he kept his gaze on the young fighter, looking them over. He’d seen enough of the fight to know that they were on their way to being the clear victor. They were unrefined, but a clear source of untapped potential.

He chucked at their question. “Ahah…something like that.” That seemed to get the man to shut right up. Jail did not seem to be an option for him either. Hades’s cool demeanor didn’t seem to waver. “Now, I’ll let you both off with a warning this time, but keep your fighting off the streets, capisce? Some of my colleagues might not be so nice.”

This seemed to be enough for the man, who knew he could try to get his revenge in the ring. He gave a glare to Prude that said as much before turning on a heel and stalking off. As Prude made motions to do the same, he clamped his hand on her shoulder once more. “You though…I’d like to have a word with you.”

Something like that? Prude quirked an eyebrow. They weren’t quite sure what that meant, but they weren’t to keen to find out. Thankfully, Prude was given in out in the form of a warning. “Capisco,” Prude responded immediately, her mother’s Italian lessons coming back for a minute.

Prude was all ready to charge off when she felt the hand on her shoulder, and a shiver ran down her spine. “I don’t talk to old people, even if they look like rock stars,” they said, knocking the hand from their shoulder but not leaving. Recalling this was a possible police officer, they added, “-sir.”

#Hades

Congratulations! You've been chosen!

Due to an unexpected departure of another chosen individual you have been selected as one of the first explorers to join the mission to Planet MR159. All of your expenses including during training as well as the actual flight and time on the new planet have been taken care of. Should you choose to accept this mission you will report to Aeterno High Military Command HQ at 0800 hours September 1st to begin your training. Please direct any and all inquiries to Military HR through the public service line. Once again congratulations. We look forward to seeing you on the 1st.

~Major Hanru Udanto, Mission Leader

((This invitation was gifted to Prude from Mike^^))

Prude stared at the invitation - it had been delivered to the gym they trained at - blankly with a million questions running through their mind.

How did they I trained here? Does this mean my family is going? Do they know where I am? I can’t go if my family is going, right? What about the lost boys? They’d never be down for this...are they invited too?

Rather than think deeply on any of these thoughts, Prude shoved the invitation into her locker and tried to forget about it. After all, they had shit to hit.

#new planet plot #invitation #submission

Who's your favorite person, presently, on the station?

“Other than the Lost Boys and Peter? Evan was really cool. Dude’s been super MIA, though. What a dope.”

@little-xing

#asked #evan jiang #Anonymous

If you couldn't fight, what would you rather do?

“Fall off the moon.”

#theyd probably be pickpocketing or something #asked #and you cant fall off the moon you dummy #Anonymous

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Hades hardly liked getting his hands blemished in other people’s dirty business. He had lots of other cronies to do that for him. But every so often, when he saw an opportunity arise, he would slip his way in and see if he couldn’t jiggle a little benefit his way.

This was one of those times. Some sort of argument had broken out, a misunderstanding, or perhaps intentional–either way there was yelling and it looked like it might be on the verge of violence. That is, until he stepped in, and wrapped two metallic hands around two of the perpetrators shoulders.

“People, people, please! What seems to be the problem here?”

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"He started it!” Prude yelled, though it was almost a lie, and the other young man roared to tell his side of the story to this half robot man between them. She was the one who said he was too much of a wiener baby to fight her, but he was the one who threw the first punch.

She wiped the trickle of blood from her lip, though Prude was chuckling because he was looking a little worse then her. Technically their fight wasn’t until later that week, but Prude couldn’t find any background on his style. So what better way to do that then to pick a fight with him before the big day? There were, of course, much better. “Who are you anyway? Cops?” She sincerely hoped not, since jail wasn’t really an option for her.

#hades #toot toot here's my fighthappy lost boy

Do you know any other languages?

“Nah. My mom used to make me take Italian, but all I learned was ‘Sono una puzzola e devo scoreggiare’ and other stuff that’s more useless.”

#i am a skunk and i have to skunk #asked #hc #Anonymous

Who would you go on a date with?

“My...self.”

#asked #shes like that not happening rn #Anonymous

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Time for The Talk || Donald & Prude

It wasn’t an event he’d usually attend, mostly out of fear for photos getting a bit too far out of hand; not that everyone on the station knew who he was, but you never knew. An old friend had convinced him to come. Well ‘friend’ was a loose term. Fling was more appropriate, but Donald was willing to give it a chance. He was rather fond of breaking norms, even for a night.

The bar had a logo of a white bird with a split tail, and tonight it was hosting a crossdressing night for both male and female patrons. Some decided to wear lingerie, others were a bit more conservative. As much as he enjoyed his own few garments, Donald wasn’t keen to wear them in public. They had a place, and that was in his bedroom with only a select few individuals. However, he couldn’t come to a night like this without wearing something worthwhile.

Donned up in what was fairly conservative and classy, he left his hair short and got help from his friend with the makeup. It wasn’t overly much, but some wings, false lashes, and lipstick helped a lot. Oh, and foundation. He felt more ‘executive’ than many of the others, and even maintained his cool when he turned down his date for the night. Her suit didn’t fit her well anyway.

Sitting at the bar, quietly watching the various arrays of outfits, he admired a few before spotting someone a bit too familiar. Poppy? Punchy? What was her name again? He told her some weird story, didn’t he?

[ reference of what i imagine his outfit ]

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Tootles and the Boys knew that a lot of Hook’s croonies hung about certain bars at night so the group split up and went searching fro some codfish to fry. With their slingshot in their pocket, Tootles snuck their way into one bar which was unusually bright and vibrant. Upon getting in, they found there was a full party underway. Looking closer, they noticed this was no ordinaary party, certainly not one Tootles thought Hook would be at.

They walked over to the bar and saw a flyer for the crossdressing night. For a second Prude grinned, looking down at her outfit. Tootles had left in a pair of Slightly’s pants and her leather jackets, so they weren’t totally out of place. However, Tootles was 18, so there was that.

Welp, this is a bust. A cool bust, but not a Hook bust. Prude put the flyer down and got ready to leave, when she spotted that doctor guy. It took a few seconds to recognize him in makeup, hence the minute of staring. “Hey, ballsack,” she said sliding into the stool next to him. “So what’s, uh...going on here?”

#donald duncan

What is the first thing you’re going to do when you get to the new planet?

“I don’t know...Run around... Do something dumb with the Boys.”

#asked #Anonymous

How long have you been fighting in general?

“Technically my whole life.”