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"Hikari, come on! We have to get to the exam!" - Eito

“Wha-- Oh! Shit!” Hikari leapt to her feet to dart after Eito, stuffing the book she was currently reading into her bag before she shouldered it. “Eito wait for me!”

Hikari quickly hurried to Eito’s side and glanced at her teammate, wondering if Eito was as nervous about the exam as she was.

“Are you nervous about this too?...” She asked quietly.

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"Hikari... you're staring at Kabuto again..." - Eito

“W..what– No I’m not.” Hikari stammered, a bright blush colouring her cheeks as she hurriedly looked away from Kabuto before she scowled at Eito. “And even if I was you’re no better droolin’ over Asuma-Sensei all the time.”

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"Now Hana stop- stop that- StOP TRYING TO EAT MY TAIL, TSUNDANE HELP ME!" - Jiraiya

Jiraiya’s pleas for help fell on deaf ears as Tsunade watched with growing amusement as the young Tigon cub pounced on her pride-mates tail and sank her little claws and teeth into it with the fiercest growl she could muster.

“I’m enjoying watching her murder your tail too much~,” Tsunade remarked with a loud purr as she laid her head down upon her paws.

Hana meanwhile wiggled her hindquarters before she launched into another ‘vicious’ attack with a loud rowl of glee as she tried to catch Jiraiya’s tail between her paws once more.

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"You better be having a good reason to be here." - Johael to Vice

Vice stood frozen as Johael approached him. He knew that he was taking an incredible risk stepping foot into the God’s domain but he’d grown desperate; It’d been nigh on three days since he had last seen his elder brother and he couldn’t help but fear he was locked in a cell somewhere awaiting the gallows.

Vice swallowed thickly and took a cautious step closer to Johael.

“I seek your help... Please..”

He made sure to be polite, or rather as polite as a pirate could be when he spoke and prayed that the other would at least hear him out.

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The sounds of yelling caught Julian's attention, mismatched hues turned to look with a small frown. He watched as the new comers filtered into the town, not moving from his spot, looking away silently before moving to tend back to the small garden he had going. The approaching footsteps did little to drag his attention over the the person.

It was ‘offering’ time once again in the little settlement. The Saviours here to collect their dues from Rick’s group. It was damn well near clockwork at this point that Negan and his group rolled up and began gathering.

Negan strolled through the area as he usually did. Just making himself known. Everyone knew he found it funny, strolling around the place like he owned it… because, in a way, he did. He made it clear that people here were like renting tenants. Don’t pay rent? Get evicted… violently.

Negan paused for a second at the sight of a man gardening, a dark brow quirking. He did not seem shaken up like the rest of Rick’s group at his presence. Like Carl. Except this was not teenage ‘fuck ya very much sir’… just far more interested in the plants he was tending to.

Well, Negan was not a shy man; he walked on over, and took a seat at the edge of the garden with a sigh and laying Lucille across his lap. “Grownin’ anything good, hon?” He asked, lips quirking at the corners.

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Negan had advised against leaving the group. He had swore up and down that he should go out by himself but as usual Jasper refused to listen. He left on his own, went off to gather resources. He shouldn't of done it but he did and now he was sat somewhere dark, dimly light. He could hear murmurs outside the door, a frown on his lips as it opened and someone walked in. His mismatched hues looked up, and a frown pulled at his lips.

“Mornin’ there, sunshine.” His voice was chipper, southern twang heavy in the annunciation of his words. It was not like Negan’s though. Negan’s southern accent more smooth and easy, while this man’s was jarring and seemed more like a bad Hollywood accent.

Merle shut the door behind him, for now. He knew his boss would be in shortly, very shortly. But he did not want to risk this little fuck managing to slip on by somehow despite the restraints on his ankles and wrists. If the Asian kid could manage to take down a Walker while duct taped like a Christmas present in a trailer park, it wouldn’t be that hard of a task for this guy.

“Heard you’ve been hangin’ with a bad crowd. The Saviors. That’s what they call themselves, ain’t it? Why don’t you do me the favor of tellin’ me where they’re at. We’d like to talk to ‘em. See if we can, uh, set up an agreement between us.”

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Mismatched hues looking around hurriedly, heavy breaths leaving the Cerberus as he staggered forward. Infected were every which way he looked, in this form they wouldn't bother him much but he didn't like the chance of running into survivors looking like a mutated infected dog. He growled lowly, shaking his head. "Red King, where are we?" He snipped slightly, feeling disorientated and not noticing the figure in the distance.

—𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝔾ℙ𝕊 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕌𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕀 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕤.—

The visual display of the man’s missing son, several years younger than said son was now, rolled their eyes heavily. Not that they could access the GPS function at the moment with all the programs they were running on their mobile platform even if they wanted to; the damn thing would overheat and then what? Their mission was to keep Jasper safe, as Dr. Hatake had programmed, and they could hardly do that with a fried CPU.

Their proximity sensors pinged, and the visual display of the Red King noticeably paused.

—ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟, 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕟… ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘… ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘… 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖. ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖; ℍ𝕒𝕨𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖, ℕ𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤; ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝. 𝕊𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥; 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤… ℕ𝕠 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕟𝕠 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖… 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕠, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 ‘𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠’?—

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Claws tapped against the counter that the youth hid behind, violet gaze scanning the abandoned building with silent interest. Teeth bared for a moment before he dragged them sharp metal 'hooks' across the counter's surface. "I know you're in here bear. It's time to come out, I mean it's your choice but either way I will find you and drag you out." He announced loudly, it ending off in a growl.

This was… Really not good. At all.They had lost their backpack running from this asshole; their walkie and their handgun in there for safe keeping. Why? Because they were clearly a fucking moron. They would punch themself if they did not think the noise would alert the big asshole that they were literally right under his nose. They were not one to get scared, shit they had grown up with the scariest fuck they had known until literally now as a father, but holy fuck! What was this guy’s issue?!The sound of metal scraping across the counter had them cringing. They did not want to be on the receiving end of those.Fucking Jesus, this day was not going as planned. Go out, find some chems to make scent suppressors and heat suppressors for them and the other shifters in the gang, have some laughs while pissing off Thorwald’s people, you know– the fucking usual. They resisted the urge to suck in a deep breath. If they did not move, they were so fucked. If they did move, they were so fucked… Fuck it, they weren’t just going to sit here and wait for the asshole to realize they were there… They glanced around, spotting a door down the way… Shit. That shit better not be locked. They slowly, quietly, rolled onto their stomach and pushed themself into a runner’s position… On your mark… Get set… Run asshole!They sprinted for the door.

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