Ain’t No Party Like a Red Ravens Party (Open, No Fighting)

[Evor]

With a slight shrug he reached out and poured some of the golden brown liquid into her cup, the ice cubes clinking around on the bottom. He took a glass for himself now, simply out of courtesy for [member="Faye Terrik"]. He filled both of their cups to the rim, as if it was soda in the bottle and not some of the best whiskey on Antecendent. It was a normal thing to him, not meant like he was trying to get her drunk. He was a large man, and he needed large amounts of alcohol to mess him up, as was the goal at the moment. Too many suits and not enough killings was the problem with this party. He figured he would duck out the back later and head to the bars later if he didn't find himself otherwise occupied. He took a sip from his whiskey and sighed as the somewhat cool liquid rolled down his throat with a slight burning sensation that he had grown to know far too well over the years.

To Faye, it would seem as though any sort of pressure that bound her so would diminish slightly as he had his weapons on him now and with each drink he took. He seemed more at ease, less worried and the angry look on his face seemed to slowly wash away under the alcohol. "Logan Rê.. I guess you could say I help run things around here." He gestured around him in a way that made it seem that he meant more than just this room. He paused as he took a long drink from his cup, cracking his knuckles after he placed the cup down onto the bar counter. "Although uh, I'm not too familiar with this scene...How about you?"

He glanced around the room as he awaited and then listened to her response. He saw [member="Cryax Bane"] leading what could be considered a small army to a private booth, composed of [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"], [member="Jalek Sathora"] and the thing also known as [member="Dredge"], although he was unaware to the specifics of the last one. He made a mental note to head over there if he had the chance, although he figured they would be talking business or lovey-dovey, neither of which he wanted to deal with right now. He was here to have as much fun as a socially inept crime lord who loved drink and women could have at a huge party.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The lifeless thrall lifted his head back and began to laugh at the idle threats the shaggy little red head gave. Dredge had been burning worlds and had been responsible for the deaths of billions. Armies, governments, men, women and children. Oh especially the children. The Vong controlled slave pulled it's head back down and trickles of blood began to roll down it's nose and tear ducts. The slave's blood vessels in it's eyes began to pop turning it's eyes into a blood drenched shade of crimson. Though a simple laugh was not all the little slicer would get in return. The Slave gave him a blood stained grin when the blood from the slaves eyes leaked onto the teeth of the thrall. And in a polite yet mocking voice he spoke to [member="Jalek Sathora"].

"Did Wretch tell you the things he did to survive? Did he tell you about how he killed that boy? Oh how his screams were delightful, how he sobbed and cried like the little queen he is after he did it." The thrall shifted his gaze back over to Cryax in a snapping motion. The telepathic stress was becoming too much on the thrall, the glitterstim overdose and the psychic strain was killing him. Looking at Cryax with that blood stained face he began to chuckle softly and slowly.

"Wretch, wretch, wretch, that's no way to talk to your master. You see wretch no matter how much you try, no matter how many walls you put up. There is something only you and I know. Something that we share." The thrall almost crawled up on the table until his bloody face was only inches away from Cryax. "Cryax Bane died on that ship, everything that Cryax was, you are not. Cryax Bane now only exists in memory. You are Wretch." The thrall gave a dry little laugh and extended his hand outward. Reaching his own hand outward the thrall tore it's own eye out in a sick and bloody manner. Holding the eye in his hand the thrall looked into Cryax's eyes blood running down in a steady pool from the brain damage.

The thrall dropped the eye ball into Cryax's drink letting the gore mix with the alcohol. The slave smiled at Cryax and spoke one last time in that demonic voice "Two weeks Wretch. I'll see you next Friday, enjoy the party." And just like that the voice faded and a look of confusion and pain washed onto the face of the slave. "Help me! Please he's got my family! Hel-" the slave paused and began to gurgle, a loud squashing sound was heard when the slaves heart exploded and his warm body collapsed onto the table, blood oozing from every opening on his face. Dredge had given him his freedom, his life back for the quickest of moments before taking his life. And just like that, Dredge was gone

 

[Ak'lya]

"Do I even want to know what you have in there?" the bothan asked [member="Alec Rekali"] "Probably not. Although I hope it's more than beer." He smiled. This would be a fun night. Standing up, he took to some of the other tables, spreading some deliciously annoying things around. Some, he just left a packet on the table. Others, he would slip something into their drinks. Some would simply be exposed to an airborne variety. He had to remember to hold his breath. This would quickly get interesting.

It wasn't anything dangerous, not unless you took it in extremely high doses. It was, however, something different. In a few minutes, those there would begin to hallucinate, starting to see things differently. He wasn't sure how it worked. but he did know it would be contained to the balcony. Soon, tables would begin to move closer together, separating into couples. Not even the most accurate couples. He had a counterdrug, of course, but he only had about five doses. Not including the one he currently had coursing through his blood. The others would be seeing each other as the person they desired the most.He had no idea how it worked, but the drug certainly worked. However, to avoid some uncomfortable scenerios, he reached down to slip the ring onto his finger and remove it from the satchel.

An aura of undeath began to slowly move from him. The others, in their altered perceptions, would see him as a vampire. Or a zombie. He wasn't sure, honestly. but they left him alone. Smiling as he left the balcony to it's ever-rambunctious devices, and headed down for a drink of water.

Giving roughly thirty people a hallucinogen was thirsty work.

 

[Blair]

When they broke off kissing Yuuta grinned, feeling his wandering hands on her. To his question she answered "You were an easy little catch to say the least. But I never like to fight with my food....unless they put one up." She wasted no time in kissing him again, more roughly than usual. Her hand gripped his hair tightly as if to keeping him in place. Her left leg had reached around and caught his to keep him locked to her. She leaned foward to force him to fall back against the wall where she would have him pinned. She liked it that way. Her other hand had tried removing his jacket to get to his neck easier. Once it was exposed she began to kiss violently all over it to take better advantage of him.

As the two would contiue their little romp, however, an eventually discovery would be made. Even Yuuta, who had been keeping it a secret from Seto this whole time, knew it would come eventually. The only thing that stopped her from saying anything before was her own sick sense of humor, and wanting to see how Seto would take this shcoking revelation. Eventually Yuuta's skirt would be up high enough to reveal the fact that she was in fact a transgendered boy.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] (Sorry, I didn't get a notice for your post ealier)

 

[Seto du Couteau]

The roughness of the kiss came again but this time he wasn't caught off guard, Her hand tugged around his shirt and her leg wrapped around his waist to keep them close but Seto thought it was time to change the game. He released both his hands and thrust his body around and had her pinned to the wall instead, he grab held to both of her wrists to pin her against the wall. His eyes locked into hers as he stared down her body but when he saw that she wasn't a she, but a man Seto held a blank expression. Not looking up but his movements stilled as the revelation hit him like a ton of bricks.

He laughed. Seto's hands released Yuuta as he laughed at himself, dropping down to his knees he laughed, "Mister Risk Taker I am! You provided me with such a thrill unlike any other, a risk I wasn't even aware I was taking!" He declared, slowly gathering himself he stood straight up and gently rested both his hands on Yuuta's shoulders, beaming her a grin, "Damn you are a fine looking man, if only I swung both ways, but I would be called a liar if I was seriously considering it right now," He explained as he moved away and slowly calmed himself as he brushed his hair with his fingers.

"Yuuta, I may not keep friends anymore but you and I should keep ourselves as acquaintances if you would have me," He declared, his smile genuine as he outstretched his hands towards him.

[Member="Yuuta Namari"]

 

[Amarant]

Amarant the eternal, undying Vigo was fashionably late to this insane little party. Already, people were making out and freaking out. Sweat, heat and light were all exuding from various areas. Her senses were nearly overloaded with the sheer amount of chaos unfolding in this casino. And she loved it. Maybe it was a recli of Ash, but the red immortal flower had a weird sense of humor. And she saw [member="Cryax Bane"] talking with some body ([member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"] ), and gesturing to two guards to move what was clearly a dead man as discreetly as possible.


But hey, they were all professionals here. She'd wait. But first, she smiled and gestured over to one of the security guys. "Tell Mr. Bane that a miss Amarant wishes to buy him a drink, provided he is willing to share a table. Regardless, I'm gonna grab a chair and await the Big Bleu Cheese's response," she said with a snicker as she walked over to an unoccupied table and grabbed a seat. Loonies, every one of them. Fun!

She fidgeted with on of her heels. She wasn't one for formal affairs, so she went a with a punk look. It was a suit so loud and obnoxious it practically announced herself into the room before she entered it. She could see the stares, they were also hilarious. She smiled as she began tapping a drink order on her comm-link and tossed a waiter a credit chit. It's good to be the queen, she mused with a cheshire grin while waiting for drinks and victims to arrive, preferably in that order.

 

[Crucius Sin]

Crucius, the Shifting Prince of Sin, was having fun for one of the few times since he'd been imprisoned twenty years ago. There was strong booze in front of him, a pretty woman laughing in his lap, and his eyes were changing color almost constantly for her enjoyment. The Prince felt a tiny bit bad about not finding [member='Yuuthayn Di'cantos'] and bringing her, instead of this blonde sitting in his lap, but he couldn't find her whenever she went off on a job. Plus, they'd slept together, but nothing was ever set in stone.

The Shifting Sin wondered vaguely when he'd learned to be so defensive towards himself. But his wandering mind was pulled back to roost by his niece Aireen, who pulled the blonde off his lap, and directed her towards a card table.

"Uncle Crucy... You shouldn't be messing with women who'll be dead before you even get a gray hair."

"Lemmie be, kid. The one I want ain't here, so I'm making up for it."

The young red-headed Chosen of Vahl just rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving her uncle to rearrange his suit and look around for somebody else to play with. His eyes lighted on a strangely dressed redhead, who was grinning at nothing. He hadn't done anything, and he'd already managed to find the most insane-looking person in the room. Awesome. He smirked at the woman, and bought himself another drink.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[member="Amarant"]

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

Asteria stumbled over to the bar after dancing so hard she thought she'd break something. She practically fell into the chair and ordered a Correllian Red from the bartender. As she slowly sipped at her drink, Asteria looked around at all the other Ravens, seeing a few she knew, but not a lot. She chuckled when she saw [member="Nei Laa"] scolding a younger looking Nautolan, and gazed around at the other people at the bar, another redhead and a man with multicoloring eyes and cute girl in his lap. She sat back in the chair and let her thoughts take her, still smiling.

 

[Blair]

Yuuta had been pinned and she smiled even grealty at the prospect of what was to come next. However as she watched his gaze wonder southward, seeing her initial glaring feature that proved she was a man, she looked back up with a more innocent gaze and asked "Nothing wrong, right?" She then stood there and watched as he walked about basically not being into that sort of thing and so on and so forth. She just stood there, looking like a child being punished by a parent. A small innocent look on her face as she listned to him say how he wasn't into her. But then when he made his offer of aquantenship she looked at his hand, confused, then looked to him and asked "Are you....are you saying you still don't want to do it? You don't....think I'm pretty anymore?"

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Faye Terrik]

Faye peered over to [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] once as more as she listened to the clinking of ice cubes before returning her attention to the glass which was now full. To the brim. At eighteen years old, she hadn't had a chance to develop much of an alcohol tolerance, and even for her size it would still be biologically difficult to stay in a state of intelligence if this truly was 'the strongest' that the bartender had. Faye knew she wouldn't finish the glass, but she took it into her hand and took a sip.

The quality of this new drink was much stronger, easily. A better taste...and a stronger one! She set the glass down after the first sip and held her mouth open for a split second. Not wanting to embarrass herself to the stranger she know new as [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] , she shut it right after. Her hazel eyes swayed away from the glass and made contact with Logan's brown eyes for the first time. With a slight twitch in her eyebrow, it raised a minuscule amount as she began to inquire more on the man. "How do you run a casino, but not be familiar with the scene?"

She chuckled lightly as she looked back to her drink and lifted it once more. Stopping it at her lips, she spoke before taking another sip of it, "But, uh.. No. I can't say I'm from around here. Where I'm from, they typically don't host these types of events for just anyone." It was half true, but Faye had no interest in seeing a casino on Nar Shaddaa. Often, they were reserved for higher-ups in gangs and cartels, and the teenage slicer was certain that she had to of been known to at least one of them. Here, as far as she knew, was completely safe of that. It was a new start.

 

[Evor]

He scratched at his chin before answering her. "There's always more than what's on the surface... Surely you've heard of the Red Ravens?" he asked, the look he gave her implying it all. He leaned back into one of the stools around the bar sat down, lifting his cup in his left hand and raising it to his mouth to take a long drink from. "I'm uh, not around here either. I've lived on Nar Shaddaa for most of my life, until recently."

He sighed as he thought back onto the years he had endured what might as well have been torture. The beatings, the stabbings, the shootings. All of it had shaped him into what he hated. He had become exactly what he hated, and that fueled the fire even more. He took another long sip, trying to purge the memories from his mind, but nothing ever did. They were burned into his being, as much a part of him as his own blood and flesh. The pain and anger had become a part of him now.

He focused his attention back onto [member="Faye Terrik"] and met her gaze. "We seemed to have skipped your name, though." It was more of a statement, than a question.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

"I would have to pass, since sadly once I experimented with others before and in the end I felt like a lost child." Seto explained, which in his case he probably would be considered a child, "Not a feeling I most appreciate," He added. In truth he was remembering his experience at another club where he was with other guys and even though they had their fun Seto himself felt left out and wanting. Even the second time at a different club produced the same results. Seto himself began to straighten his clothing, "As well as I don't want us leave unsatisfied if we keep going," He said as he tucked in shirt and fixed his collar. His eyes turned to his watch, a frown began to grow but Seto shook his head as he looked back up to Yuuta.

Stretching out his hand once more for a good bye he ask, "But to answer you last question, if this was a few months ago and you weren't in a dress I would have still thought you were gorgeous," Offering a quick wink and a lopsided grin.

[Member="Yuuta Namari"] (I'm still new to this tagging by member thing, I might have messed up on one of them, so the fault is mine.)

 

[Blair]

Yuuta began to cry. Her tears whelled up to where she was crying in her hands. She seemed like a broken-hearted schoolgirl who was just dumped by the dream boy of the campus. However this was all a ruse. Her one hand and reached back towards her purse as she continued to cry, falling to the floor. As she did she tried wiping her eyes as he kept trying to make this a situation of "no hard feelings."

When he offered his hand she looked up and smiled, tears still on her cheeks, before saying "You're a sweet guy." she graped his hand before finishing with "But I don't take no for an answer!"

Suddenly, pulling a knife from out of her purse, she cut his hand with a large gash. While he reeled in pain from it Yuuta stood, a more madened look in her eyes, before she tackled him to the ground. Once she had Seto she tried driving the knife into his shoulder. Apparently it was true, she didn't take rejection well.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] (Don't worry. She won't kill you lol)

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto's eyes widen as the knife slashed his hand, pulling it back to quickly assess the damage but his reactions were too slow as he felt Yuuta lunged at him and brought him to the ground, "Uff," he groaned out as he tired to think clearly but he had little time to come up with a more elaborate plan other than to just try and stop the knife from diving into his shoulder. His right hand still bled but he couldn't hold back the attack with his left arm alone and the knife was slowly getting closer. The more time he spent with this fight the more blood he would loose from his hand, and to say the least he was indeed in trouble. Perhaps some more alcohol would had been nice to have at the moment.

With a small grunt Seto pulled the knife to stab nothing between his arm and his side as he tried to land a left elbow across Yuuta's face. With his right hand still clutching the knife hand to try and grab it for himself, soaking both their hands and the knife with blood. "You ain't the first to tell me that," he grunted out, but for this case he hadn't had someone attack because of it until today. He took another risk.

[Member="Yuuta Namari"]

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Neskar had been annoyed that he hadn't been invited. Not like he was anyone important, it just... it just hurt, alright? Let's move on. He looked at the casino. It was a very nice casino, but a bit brash for his business. Most casinos were like that though. He breezed through the entrance with a remarkable amount of confidence. He didn't know how he was let in with full armour on and fully weaponised, but he let that slide for now. I'll make sure to dock their pay. Moving swiftly to the bar, he murmured something about bananas, pinecorns and electromagnets. Suprisingly enough, the bartender brought him a drink. It was filled with bananas, pinecorns and electromagnets, but it was a drink at the very least.

"I'll drink this, but.. make it.. an ale. Next time. Alright? Protect ya neck, kiddo." He slurped the mixture, being impressed at himself for not being electrocuted just yet. Well. He tried to drink it. This meant raising the glass to his mouth and taking in liquid. This was made suspiciously hard by the presence of a helmet in the path the glass was taking. It didn't exactly smash, but crumpled in on itself. He sighed. Great. Bananas were proving to be the bane of his life. Turning around with the reactions of a dozy panther, he trudged to the bar and ordered another drink.

"Yes, the ale. Oh, and can I.. uh.. get a straw with that? Yeah, a straw, the plastic things you suck on, kinda like your girlfriend? Alright, that joke was uncalled for, but.. if I take my helmet off, people won't take me seriously, mate. Look. Gimme that one. Nah, the pink, loopy one. Cheers, mate. Oh, er.. put it on my tab. Protect ya neck, kiddo, against the rugged, ruthless and the... the er.. oh man, I'm struggling to find another 'r' word. Renegade? Doesn't really fit. Ah well. Er. Yeah, I'm not paying right now, left my wallet in my other armour. Unlucky, eh?"

Neskar padded away, slurping on the ale through a pink, loopy plastic straw and felt quite proud of himself. Time to find a crew. Or someone to sit with. Or a spare seat. Man, I love being edgy.

 

[Blair]

Yuuta felt her nose bent when his elbow smack into it. She rolled off him before getting back to her feet. Blood ran out of her nostrils before she stood, wiping it off and licking it from her finger tips. Some of it was Seto's mixed in, as she could tell. She looked at him holding her knife and smirked. She could kill him even without it. It was that easy for her. And she wanted to. First he rejected her and then he broke her nose. She would take every second enjoying what she would do to him.

Yuuta only took a step before the door was opened, one of the Raven's guards poking his head in. "Everything alright?" he asked, seeing the blood as indication thing's weren't so. Yuuta realized why she couldn't do anything. Even if she killed him in front of the guard, which would've been no big deal any other day, she'd made a promise to [member="Cryax Bane"] and the other Raven members that she would behave. Obviously it meant no killing no matter how bad Seto had slighted her.

She fixed herself a little before saying "Fine..."

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Jen]

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DD-S1 Designation: S1-001464
Status: Active

[SIZE=9pt]Throughout the night and throughout the entirety of the club itself hundreds, if not thousands of the six-foot-five tall DD-S1 security droid models roamed in neat gatherings, patrolling and standing guard at key points scattered across the enormous casino.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]The pristine red painting from the unit that went by the designation S1-001464 shined and reflected in the vibrant lights from the dancefloor as it with heavy “thunks!” from its metal legs slowly patrolled a pre-determined route that the command squadron leader had determined. Its sensory data peeked as a shape approached it, it reached into its memory core and in the flash of an instant, timed 0.00005 seconds by his onboard computing system recognized the shape as that of a Human wearing a ‘Tuxedo’.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Its gaze did not follow the Human as it passed; S1-001464 saw no threat and instead continued on its way, neatly walking between booths, tables and people who drank various colored liquids, some that due to its containers could be determined to be alcoholic brews. Suddenly its neck craned, tightly aimed towards the bar not many meters away from it, its sensory data once more picking up microscopic details that no organic eye could, arranging the data it gathered in its memory core and in the matter of 0.00013 seconds determined the object it had seen to be a knife.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Target: Acquired.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Disarm potential threat, grand measures available.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The resounding “thunks!” from its steps became faster, louder even though it was still washed out by the energetic music that flooded the casino. Its pace was fast as it rapidly approached [member="Yuuta Namari"] and [member="Seto Du Couteau"] with its SIW Sharpshot submachine gun magnetically attached to its thigh. The data from the two people’s engagement taking up its core processor in order to calculate a proper response to the situation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It reached the two in time to see the one it identified as a human leap forward and cut the hand of the shocked, standing male. Its cybernetic sensors followed the motion from the one that leaped forward with the knife. S1-001464’s strong mechanical legs flared as it took a wide position and with a databanked maneuver exploded a craned hand forward in a determined manner, powerfully interlocking its fingers around the knife carriers shoulders, violently attempting to pin the person to the floor.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]This happened in an instant, calculated and executed all the while its blank computerized voice echoed loudly through its intergrated system and towards the assailant. “Stand down. You are under arrest. Failure to surrender will result in the most unpleasant of protocols.” [/SIZE]

[[Please refrain from violence in this thread, would rather use my time on something else instead of acting as security, will however play this one out with you two flirts. Thanks in advance ]]​

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto quickly jumped to his feet, his right hand turned to a fist to try and keep it from bleeding too much. Positioning himself into a ready stance his left arm ready to block the next attack. His eyes narrowed and his grin replaced with a frown, Seto wasn't amused with this turn of events but he kept himself from yelling anything or calling for help. He felt too confident to deal with this matter, his mind racing through ideas and techniques as he was graced with time to plan out his next action with out being underneath a knife.

Before though he could move someone had interrupted their fight as one of the guards came in and inspected to see what the problem was, Yuuta answered for them both he himself relaxed himself to look at his hand. Removing his tie he wrapped it around quickly and expertly as he looked at his watch once more. Sighing once he looked at his own shirt and pants, noticing some blood spots that most likely came from his hand. I liked this shirt too He complained to himself as he looked over to Yuuta, his eyes hardly angry but more surprised than anything.

Before he could even say anything he was shocked to see a droid to practically burst inside and forcefully pin down Yuuta. Seto himself blinked a few times, his mind drawing a blank at these turn of unexpected events. He simply stood there, he knew better than to try and mess with casino guards and even less with their droids. Even entering the casino in the first place Seto knew better than to stir up any real trouble or physical confrontations. Didn't work out here He mused as he held his bleeding hand with the other.

[Member="Yuuta Namari']

 

[Blair]

Apparently the Ravens had more security than thought when the droid burst in and suddenly tried to arrest both of them. The guard from before stood aside, apparently having no more use here. Then again a droid over a human was more prodominant a course to take. When he ordered both of them to stand down Yuuta grimmeced before putting her hands up. "He started it." she said in a childish tone before telling the droid "I'm with the Ravens. This was all....just a little misunderstanding. Still his fault though." she motioned to Seto. "You can tell whoever you want that I haven't killed anyone tonight....at least for tonight, if that makes them feel better."

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

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[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]DD-S1 Designation[/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px]: S1-001464[/SIZE]
Status: Active

The DD-S1 unit reacted immediately as it had succeeded in pinning down Yuuta, whose hostile tendencies had calmed judging from the hand gesture S1-001464 recognized as one coupled to the act of surrendering. Its neck craned and its visual cybernetics focused on the features of Yuuta, its facial recognition software tracking her as a member of the Red Ravens before she even mentioned it herself. It silently stared at the human, its towering shape unmoving until it suddenly retracted its hand and extended itself to stand once more, seeming to take not the slighest of notes of Seto as the droids computing unit measured him to appear to be no threat.

Its voice boomed through its speakers once more, its right titanium fingers clinging to the knife that Yuuta was holding, forcing her arm to either follow it as it stood or have her loosen her grip, staring blankly into the air as it spoke "No weapons allowed by: [SIZE=14.4444446563721px]682f64 coded personnel. First and [/SIZE]last[SIZE=14.4444446563721px] warning." It stated blankly, still powerfully securing the knife in its grip and whether Yuuta had let go yet or not turned and started to march off, disappearing among the dancing bodies illumanted by the cyan and magenta colored lights.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]Soon a waiter with a silver plater and a first aid kit would arrive to aid the two, obviously having no clue of what had happened what so ever.[/SIZE]




[member="Yuuta Namari"] :: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]