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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Summer was just starting, and already the heat was getting to Jun. She would do anything for there to be a rainstorm, or heck even going swimming out in the ocean, just to get out from under the sun's deadly laser. But no. There was still a week of school left, and a billion things she needed to get done before the semester ended. At the very least she could wear something short, and feeling cute (for once) she'd be wearing a skirt. Granted, she had shorts on under, but that was because you never knew when something was going to come up that required her to be mobile. On top it off she had on one of her graphic T-shirts and a ball cap to try and beat the heat. He goal was to gather a few more materials for work, namely trying to create a blazing blue sword. Easy enough, but Jun was in a frisky mood and wanted to expand her prop making knowledge. Because of this, she had been to several different hobby stores to find a specific type of glitter, only to find them all out of stock. Which was discouraging, but at the very least these places knew of it. So for now, she was standing under a tree sipping on cold tea, trying to determine what her next move should be. Ghouligan

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[Ghouligan]

For whatever reason, Bernie had a hankering for glitter. And, of course, Antoine was more than security at this point in their relationship. He was an errand boy. Having jumped through countless hoops, and visiting countless hobby shops, he finally landed here… another hobby shop giving him a sliver of hope that he could end his journey.

He passes by a girl — someone he’d never notice, if not for her defining characteristic. Her posture. And that posture had him glance downward away from her face and onto her shoulders. Antoine felt self-conscious about how he stood. Was it straight enough?

It didn’t take long for distraction to settle in.

Through his peripheral, something better than her shoulders caught his attention. A graphic T-shirt with some of the most absurd art he could have imagined.

“Hey,” Antoine pointed down to the words. “I like your shirt.”

Maybe it was for the wrong reasons, but she didn’t know that. Yet.

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junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... In any other situation, Antoine would have gone unnoticed by Jun. He was unassuming, didn't exactly trip her trope senses, and in general she was almost entirely inside her own mind, so he was practically invisible. That was, until he said something. She blinked back to reality, focusing on him and where his eyes were, his words completely lost on her. What did he say? He was looking at her...or rather, her chest- "Wh-what are you staring at me like that for?!" she exclaims, pointing a finger at him as a blush crossed her face. Jun didn't think she was particularly attractive, so any comments directed at her about that were positive about her appearance she immediately did everything in her power to squash. Absolutely not, that kind of life was not for her. Wait, was that what he was remarking on?! "Absolutely not! Whatever you just said, I don't buy it! I'm not interested! Don't look at me that way, I know karate!" She didn't but it was the best threat she could muster. Not like it mattered. The store some hundred feet away or so suffered an explosion. A glitter explosion. Oh good, a distraction...wait, that's bad! Ghouligan

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[Ghouligan]

That was a… reaction.

Antoine was speechless. He didn’t think a harmless compliment about a comically absurd shirt would inspire this response. Whatever the shirt meant, it must have been intentional. From what he could quickly deduce, they might have been dressed by a caretaker, one who had disappeared within the store.

The explosion caught his attention. The timing was too perfect. Was this the fault of the caretaker? He brushed the thought aside. Life isn’t a book.

But there is glitter.

Everywhere.

And it might be the type of glitter he’s looking for. He was shown a picture, and even has the reference on his phone, but the branding was important. Antoine had shown Bernie some alternatives and he told him that ‘they all look like shit.’

Antoine looked back at Jun, his composure returning.

“I need to get some of that glitter. I’ll make sure never to talk to you again.” Beat. “ Sorry.”

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "Something's not right," she says, turning back to set her tea in the shade before beginning to walk down the street towards the blast. "Stay here, call the police. I'm gonna investigate what the heck is going on." She stopped, turning back and pointing at him. "And don't drink my tea! Weirdo!" With that she'd begin to jog towards ground zero of the blast. To which a maniacal laughing would be coming from the storefront, the front door of the place blown off its hinges with glitter scattered everywhere. Greens, reds, yellows, and the kind that Jun needed, blues. Just, everywhere. The man in the doorway rubbing his hands together would be hunched over, bald, and clearly wearing some kind of mad scientist getup complete with wacky backpack and green tinted goggles. "Yesssss, it's in the air! It will inconvenience everyone! Perfect to my plannns!-" "Hey!" Jun would obviously not be the most comfortable confronting someone like this, but in using her cap to clear some of the smoke and glitter she'd try and cause some of the situation to settle. "Uh, the cops are on their way. You should surrender now, and not blow up any glitter cannisters. I kinda need one of those for a project, and you're ruining everything-" "Ah! The plans of the Great Inconvenience are in motion! Scram on, little girl, or face the wrath of my Snotgun!" He brings up a weird looking tube device, complete with a double-barrel nose thing on the front of it. One that Jun just stared at. Was this really a shotgun, or was there some sort of gimmick to it? "You are just the lamest...you should put that down before you get hurt." Ghouligan

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[Ghouligan]

“Stay here? I need glitter.”

At this point, Antoine had been speaking to himself. Jun had gone to investigate the scene. If he thought it worth the hassle — it was likely a low-level criminal a rookie could stop at worst — then he would have snuck off and intervened as his alter ego. Instead, he picked up his phone and dialed.

Ring ring ring.

Ring ring ring.

Click.

“Go for Bernie.”

“Hey… what’s 911’s number?”

“110.”

“Thanks.”

“Did someone steal my glitter?”

“They’re trying… I think?”

“Well… grab some off the floor if you have to.”

“Cheaper that way, yeah.”

“Freer that way. Like America.”

Click.

He calls the authorities, puts away his phone, and follows suit. Call the cops? Sure. But he’s got to see what’s happening. Plus… the new mission: grab some free floor glitter.

“What the hell is that?” Antoine pops up next to Jun. “Snotgun, yeah. But why?”

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The man paused, looking at Antoine as he came up. He'd angle the weapon towards him, a grin crossing his face. "Why? The better question is, why not my boy!" Jun, both weirded out on two fronts and knowing that this situation could get dicey quickly, interposed herself between the weirdo that followed and the weirdo with the gun. "Okay, while that looks...intimidating. I'm going to need to you put that down and surrender..." The man blinked, tilting his head. "Surrender? SURRENDER?! I shall never surrender, only inconvenience!" With a pull of the trigger leading to a mighty blast, the sickening splat that came next would no doubt traumatize anyone for years to come... ...at the amount of green goop that was now all over Jun's fancy shirt. She took a half step back, initially registering that she had indeed been shot. Only for it to settle in that it wasn't standard buckshot or birdshot, but what looked and felt like actual snot. On both hands a bright light would begin to form as anger began to build up. "You POOZER! I just bought this shirt!" With a flick of her wrist a bright light would form in front of her, and then it was gone in a flash as the Snotgun suddenly broke apart, in its place a floating glowing hammer hovered in front of him. She looked back at Antoine, a scowl on her face. "Are the cops on their way?" Ghouligan

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[Ghouligan]

The man refused to surrender. He pulls the trigger of his snotgun and turns Jun’s shirt into a modern art piece. Jun is rightfully upset, but so is Antoine — he really liked that shirt. You don’t see that kind of innovative comedy every day. People usually kept it online as a meme, but Jun had the bravery to wear that into the world unabashedly.

“I called them,” Antoine puts his hand on Jun’s shoulder. “But he’s not a threat.”

As much as he understood the frustration, responding to this harassment with violence wasn’t the answer. Not for him and not for a hero student like Jun — not that he knew the specifics.

“They catch you on camera, then you’re getting in trouble, too.” Antoine believed in the system. Maybe it was flawed, maybe it could be improved upon, but it was needed. And even with the best intentions, even if Jun wasn’t trying to kill him — although the giant hammer was cause for concern — they’d deal with the consequences.

But there was potential.

Not for Antoine, but Ghouligan.

“You took apart the gun, you did more than enough.” He said. “Please don’t hit him.”

“Please don’t hit me!” The man added.

“Shut up. I’m security, I have legal authority to punch you in the face.” That’s not how it worked, but the man didn’t need to know that. Antoine turns back to Jun. “You good?”

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun reached out, the hammer flying back into her hand right around the time Antoine placed his hand on her shoulder. This immediately sparked a minor panic attack in her, causing her to pull away. "Please don't touch me. I don't handle touch well." She took a deep breath, trying (and failing) to relax. "I know how to hold back. And if I did get in trouble, it wouldn't be the first time." Jun had been on the raw end of acting outside her lane, and ironically it wasn't during her brief stent as Nightlight. Which was oddly ironic. Seeing that neither were going to bring the hammer down on either of them, he picked up a ball of some sort and threw it at the pair, a broad smile on his face. "Yes! See? I'm not doing anything illegal! Take this glitter bomb as a parting gift!" Jun looked like she was about to throw the hammer at it, but with a grit she instead threw up a shield...a very small shield. It deflected some of the glitter as it went off, scattering its contents...but both her and Antoine were now covered in the stuff. And now the Great Inconvenience was running. "To answer your question, no. I'm not good. And-" she stopped, noticed the fine particulate looked a little familiar. "-AND THIS IS THE STUFF I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ALL DAY!" Ghouligan

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[Ghouligan]

Antoine let go.

Some people were just too much. Empathy was important but understanding your own emotional bandwidth was important, too. And asserting your ‘boundaries’ when you’re on the cusp of crushing someone’s skull seemed a bit hypocritical. If it weren’t for their inconvenient antagonist and the quest for Bernie’s glitter, then he would disengaged entirely — this was not his headache to have.

“Disturbing the peace is illegal,” People loved their technicalities, which made it all the worse when they were wrong on every level, including the technical. Sirens could be heard in the distance. “And looks like you’re running out of time.”

Boom.

Glitter. Everywhere.

“I’ve been looking for this stuff, too. I wonder if this is enough.” Antoine pulls out his phone and takes a selfie, sending it to Bernie. This enough, boss?

Try not to wear it. Thanks!

“Guess I gotta grab some before the cops get here.” Antoine cracked his neck. “Filing a report would waste too much time.” He turned to Jun. “How much do you need?”

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... This was it. Her day was ruined. The only way it could be even worse is if someone got rid of her tea she left, that this weirdo was supposed to be protecting. With this snot-stuff all over her shirt and now glitter covering her head to toe she was just going to have to tell Auden that she was going to do something simple; her quest had failed in a spectacular fashion. "Wh- You're not going anywhere either, mister!" she called back, dismissing the shield and glowering at Antoine. "More eyewitness accounts matters! I'm not going to be left to help foot the investigation! And that stuff is evidence, if you take any of it I'll have to report you for theft as well!" While Jun was much more likely to put the gas on for extreme violence, she was much more anal about the small things. Theft was definitely a sleeper pet peeve of hers, especially if the theft too place during a crime scene. That was tampering! Ghouligan

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[Ghouligan]

“Right,” Note to self: avoid her at all costs. “About that…”

It had only been a few interactions, but Antoine had enough of her for the rest of his life. A mildly amusing shirt wasn’t enough to warrant the batshit mood swings Jun underwent. Her inconsistent nature reeked of emotional volatility. Not only that, but she seemed to have a warped sense of law and justice. Antoine wasn’t one to judge, but he was pragmatic enough to value his own well-being.

Plus, Bernie wanted the stuff. For something. He didn’t know but he did know that he could make use of the glitter on him. Unlike others, he had a surefire way of making sure it slid right off without damaging the product.

Hell, if it weren’t for how uptight Jun was, then he would’ve given her some of her own, too. Too bad she wants to turn herself in for evidence.

“I gotta go.” Antoine runs off. Full steam ahead. “You stay here! They need eyewitnesses, after all!”

Uncalled for, but funny.

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✓ Not the snotgun!! Ghouligan is capped on exp for this month, great job Nuo! [break][break]

+ 5.000 EXP!

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Ghouligan - 37.500 // 42.500 [break]
Jun - 12.250 // 17.250

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