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[Xaire Rei]

"I told you not to call me that!" Came a rather annoyed cry from the center of the street. There was the sound of a slap, and she stood there, watching as the guy standing across from her held his cheek. "Hey, Take it easy Xaire!" He was one of her friends, Tony. Or at least, he had been. "You're a bit too...rough, for me to be hanging around." He had deserved it, hadn't he? He called her Tiny, even after she had insisted on him not doing so. He brushed past her and then he was gone. Another friend lost to her monster of an attitude.

Mrow! She looked behind her to an orange and white cat, who's tail was flicking. He seemed to be looking at her in a such a way that annoyed her. But she'd never hit an animal. Xaire scooped him up gently, holding him with one arm over his belly and the other under his feet. "Don't you think I know, Bojo?" She asked. Bojo didn't seem to think so...that or he didn't really care. She was holding him, and his content purr told her he couldn't really be arsed to care either way.

She knew that not a lot of people liked using violence as an answer, and she wasn't sure why she always did. But it was the way she was, and she had very few friends who understood that anymore. You just....had to know what to say to her, she guessed. Why did she need to be such cautious matinence? She sighed and continued to walk down the street, Bojo relaxing in her arms, occasionally lifting his nose to take in the scents of food stalls. She knew he was hungry, and she'd stop to buy him a can of something soon enough.

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[Percival Jean]

nobody cares for me 609 words Xaire Rei just a gigolo, everywhere i go people know the part i'm playin'. pay for every dance, sellin' each romance. oh, what they sayin'? there will come a day when youth will pass away: what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know i was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. 'cause i ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely. sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some pretty little mama come and take a chance with me, 'cause i ain't so bad? sad and lonesome all of the time, even on the beat, on the, on the beat.

The contract had been made. The powers had been granted. The game was on. All that was left to do was find an Oni, kill it, get points – lather, rinse, repeat. Repeat until the day he triumphed overall, was granted all of the luck in the world, and went on to be the most successful man to ever walk the face of the Earth. It would take time and effort, but the plan was pretty much flawless; not a lot of ways to go wrong with a goal, a plan, and a deck of razor sharp playing cards in your back pocket. Or, at least, this was how it should have been. The entire thing would have been perfect... if he could find an Oni at all. Tracking them down was an art that, apparent, he was incapable of doing because it had been three days and he couldn't find traces of a single one! The only Oni he'd ever even laid eyes on was one being slain by a veteran – which made the whole situation worse, because he was so far behind in this whole hunt; how was he ever going to manage to catch up? - and they shouldn't have been that hard to miss. Maybe there were just too many Oni hunters. If that was the case, it was time to start bashin' some non-Oni heads, too. He'd make it up for them later, though, he swore! This was all just... really important.

Jellyfish Street was possible the most idiotic, bubbly name a street could ever be named, but the street that had been cursed with such a title was honestly deserving of it. The people who set up shop there tended to be idiot, bubbly, or a combination of the two. And not that there was anything wrong with that! Many people enjoyed the lively air to it all, a sort of atmosphere completely lost in districts with higher leveled Oni. Our blond protagonist was no different. Down the streets the middle schooler strolled, waving to any and all who managed to catch his eye and delighting in the skip in his step that came from a wave returned. It was days like these that Percival could believe life was good. Now, if only a demon would come wrecking havoc on these poor souls so he could get closer to his wish.

“Oni, Oni, Oni. If I were an Oni, where would I be?” the male muttered aloud, momentarily losing himself to thought and letting the angry tirade of a vertically-challenged girl fly right over his head. Didn't even register in his mind. This was probably the reason why he nearly crashed into her, walking with his feet on the ground and his head in the clouds. Thankfully, he managed to swerve out of the way in time – only to trip and stumble over a tiny garbage can. Curse his luck. The only thing to be thankful for in this situation was the fact that he didn't totally fall flat on his face and make even more of a fool of himself.

“S-sorry! Didn't mean to almost run into you!” Blinking at the stranger, he began pondering whether or not he'd be able to get any information about Oni from her without actually revealing their existence. If a civilian knew about them, it'd be disastrous. “Oh, hey, uh, shortie! You wouldn't happen to have seen anything... weird going on lately, have you? Like, maybe people being attacked by, um. Something invisible? Or have you seen any smokey, black things around?” Looking at the cat in her arms, he added, “Nice cat.”

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[Xaire Rei]

It had been possibly, when she was most deep in thought, that someone had nearly run her over. Her attention snapped to him, and it was funny cause...well, they kind of looked alike. He had the same blonde hair as she did, same colored eyes too. What, was she generic now or something cause there was someone who looked just like her. Wait...what if he was older? She sighed. Didn't matter, he looked like her, and that was that. Screw Courtesy and wondering who came first.

"Um...It's okay I guess, just be more care-" She paused as he continued talking.....Excuse him? Did he just...do what she thought he did? Her look contorted into one of annoyance, and she gripped Bojo so tight that he mewed slightly and gave a squiggle. She was seriously considering throwing him at the boy. Her glare was still resting on him as she reacted. "You should be savin' some of those comments for yourself, shortstack." She had this terrible urge to punch him in the face. But he seemed like an idiot, She'd spare him. At least for now.

Weird stuff...going on? Smokey black things? Was he talking about the Oni? She had only recently gotten into the competition herself, but she wondered if, maybe, he was a competitor too? If he was trying to hide it, he was pretty much painting a picture of himself with his words. "No...." she mumbled. "Have you?" Maybe he had seen something. She herself had yet to hunt down an Onii. When he commented on her cat, she smiled vaugely. "Thank you. Call me short again and his claws might end up embedded in your face." Her look was cheerful, but her words, deadly serious.

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[Percival Jean]

nobody cares for me 496 words Xaire Rei just a gigolo, everywhere i go people know the part i'm playin'. pay for every dance, sellin' each romance. oh, what they sayin'? there will come a day when youth will pass away: what will they say about me? when the end comes, i'll know i was just a gigolo. life goes on without me. 'cause i ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me. i'm so sad and lonely. sad and lonely, sad and lonely. won't some pretty little mama come and take a chance with me, 'cause i ain't so bad? sad and lonesome all of the time, even on the beat, on the, on the beat.

As Perry gathered his bearings after his near-fall, two things dawned on him. First of all, the girl looked strikingly similar to him. It was as if the fates had bestowed upon him a doppelganger – well, a genderbent version of a doppelganger, that was. They had the same blonde hair, same blue eyes, same face shape, and they were both rather short. Of course, his excuse was he was a late bloomer. He was only thirteen, and when he'd finally stop growing, he'd at least be average height, if not taller. That was what his dad told him, anyway. She, though? She looked like she had to at least be a sophomore in high school if he had to throw around an estimate, an she probably wasn't going to grow more than a couple inches before she was done. This totally meant his “shortie” name was justified, even if they were about the same height. Secondly, she took the whole “nearly tumbled into by a stranger” surprisingly well. Maybe it was just some rude people in the tougher districts, but he'd toppled into a good handful of old ladies and ended up with red marks from their walking canes as a result. This was a pleasant change. He could get used to this, if this was how people acted on Jellyfish Street all the time.

“Um... It's okay, I guess, just be more care-” she'd started, and while she didn't really finish her sentence due to processing what he'd said – what, did he say something wrong? - the blond still thought that was rather mannered of her. Not blowing up about it, he meant. Wow, he wasn't going to live this down, was he? He was going to focus on this until woah, was she trying to flatten her cat? Sure enough, the feline was struggling in the strangers' tightening grip and meowing a bit, as if a plea for her to let it go. Firing a glare his way, she bit, “You should be savin' some of those comments for yourself, short stack.” Oh. Oh. That's what he'd said. Again, she was actually pretty short and his comment was totally justified, but when he found an opportunity to push buttons, he was going to push them maliciously.

She denied seeing anything strange and asked he, himself, if he had seen anything of the sort, to which he was disappointed to admit, “Nah. I've been looking all over for them, though. Let me know if you see anything odd, though, Tiny.” His sharp insult of sorts came a little too late, though, seeing as it spilled from his mouth the moment she threatened to chuck her cat as his face if he called her short again. Which he just had. Aha. Oops? She's not serious, though, right? he thought, grinning sheepishly at her. I mean – who throws their cat at some guy they just met?

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[Xaire Rei]

Xaire was pretty mad. Who the hell was this guy anyway? What was he doing prancing around like he could antagonize her. She was heavily serious about chucking the cat at his face, and lo and behold, he had once again made a comment about how short she was.

"Just so you know, Bojo loves sharp claws so I don't cut them." Isn't that right lil Bojo? She asked the cat affectionatley. The cat purred in reponse, rubbing his cheek against hers. She smiled deviously at her Doppleganger. "Just watch what you say to me."

Bit a strange suspicion was growing in her about him. Was he talking about the Oni? And if he was, why? Was...he a competitor too? She frowned as she tried to figure it out, holding Bojo close to her chest. "You...why are you looking for these black gooey things anyway? You lame brained or something?" She asked simply, the cat still pulled to her chest. If he wasn't what he thought she was, then he was crazier than she thought.

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