<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Eri didn't share words for many reasons, but when she was angry they flew out of her mouth at high speeds and surrounded by swears. Yugi could claim all the nuances that he wanted that didn't mean that Eri was going to accept his logic. "Excuses." that was it, just one word, as Hoshimi Eri decided how she was going to actually handle the lad before her. When she pointed out her issues and the fact that she could just cut his head off, she claimed she could do so with her fingernails but where was the fun in it. "The fun would be in the calm aftermath required to scrub the blood from my hands," Eri said completely deadpan. Was that a joke, or was that among the things she actually found fun? Well, that would be left up to the person who heard her speaking to decide.

Too bad, the girl's lasting safety blade was confiscated by her elder sister. A glare came from Hoshimi Eri which Rie interpreted as her pouting. Before she replied though, Rie had something to say to Yugi, "Well, you said about 20 minutes, and it's here... now," she said as a small dinging noise alerted her to the actual pass of 20 minutes. Soon after that dinging, Rie's attention was dragged towards, Gojo, and electric blue eyes shifted over his form in a quick moment, "Hunter Gojo Satoru, also a fan~" Rie claimed earnestly. He was an interesting man by all accounts and anyone Makima enjoyed couldn't be all bad. At the same time, Eri was lamenting her sister's ability get in the way of her fun. "You were supposed to be at home. I was supposed to have at least an hour before you figured out where I was," Eri pointed out, her frown becoming obvious. Ah but something good did come of this, apparently an explanation of Gojo's weird words. "That makes more sense than I'd like it to," she said after getting a reference for Rie that made things click into place. Whatever the case, the lad in question hadn't gotten to the more detailed parts of his potential explanation. Taking down the government, fighting higher powers and getting stronger in the meantime, did sound much more fun. In particular the freedom to slay government officials was particularly interesting. "Alright you have my interest..." she said carefully. Given Rie's presence and her words about not killing the lad, she'd refrain from any outward desire to murder lest she ruin her own potential fun.

[Bloodedge]

The apparent fun to be found in beheading him with her fingernails was, according to Eri, in the calmness of cleaning up. He stared her down, Sharingan spinning one way, then the other. There was reason to believe her. On the other hand, the fun she spoke of was fun of comfort. What he offered as an alternative, was fun of new horizons. "In exchange for losing a lifetime of awesome fights, and no shortage of general... uh... Elder Scrollsery~" he countered. Shortly afterwards, there was an exchange with Rie... who was a minute or two early, according to her currently-active alarm. Yugi scoffed. "Did I ever tell you I fucking hate being Japanese? Obviously my people, the otaku, didn't get powers and revolt against that whole 'being on time' thing yet. Weak," he complained.

At the same time, Gojo was expressing his appreciation for Hoshimi Rie as well. Unlike her sister, Rie claimed to be a fan of his as well. The white-haired man held a hand over his chest as though jokingly shot through the heart ─ exaggerated gasp, crocodile tears and all. "They love me! They really love me!" he quoted. Yugi made an effort to ignore the man while explaining his earlier references. Now though, there was new specification to give. "Brainrot," he added to the previous clause. With that, it was time to address the felling of government officials, divine entities and the like. That was enough to have Eri's interest. Yugi expected as much. "And your camaraderie? That was the condition. Big people have to die, and they're bigger than anyone here. More importantly... seven minutes~"

[Apollymi]

Eri watched as her statement landed. With almost golden eyes she saw the tomoe in the lad's eyes spin clockwise and counter clockwise, perhaps an easier joke then, "Buffering?" she questioned with indignation. Apparently, that single moment of relaxation would cost the blonde a lifetime of fun and Elder Scrolls levels of amusement. "And your head is still attached," Eri pointed out knowing that it was actually a feat that she hadn't simply removed the man's head for her own amusement. Whatever the case, Rie was soon inundated with quite a familiar sounding rant about the earliness of Japanese people. "Eh, well... the shut-ins who managed to awaken mostly died in the first couple of months. High on the main character of the reverse iseikai scenario~" Rie pointed out only to casually shrug the rest of the information off. It didn't really matter, much, they were Japanese being a couple minutes early should have been accounted for.

Soon after, Gojo was going on about being liked and a little chuckle would come from Rie. She could tell the man had taken a bit too much screen time in his life, but... a bit of difference between various personalities was normal. Once again, Eri was looking with only raised brow only to be given a cursory explanation. "Condolences," she offered as if a bit of brainrot was a death sentence of its own accord. Soon after the pitch, important big people had to die, ones bigger than anyone here. "Anyone here?" she looked around again and saw only herself, her sister, Gojo, which technically amounted to 3-National Hunters and a kid with ridiculous powers. "I did agree to that..." Eri mentioned. "Dagger." Rie held out her hand. "Oops people is my thing..." Miko murmured, finally hopping out of the construction and canceling the magic that had hidden the others, all while the siblings exchanged more weapons between them as if it was a completely normal thing to do.

[Bloodedge]

Eri's joke about buffering didn't miss at all. Yugi knew his eyes had a lot of adjusting to do when looking at her. In truth, he'd call it exactly that. "There's a lot to load. I don't have the bandwidth," he added to the existing joke. In response to her comment about his head remaining attached, Yugi had a simple quip to offer. True enough, she showed the restraint to not behead the lad... but that only meant one thing to Yugi. "My head is still attached. Congrats," he said, thinking a second later that some specification might be necessary. "At least we know yours is screwed on properly."

What of Rie's early appearance though? What of his people, the otaku who were meant to rise in a world like this? Many of them fell within months after awakenings began. A scoff wasn't enough in this case. Instead, Yugi spat on the ground. "I said my people. Those aren't otaku; those are just lazy posers." That annoyance aside, Eri questioned his 'anyone here' comment, not yet able to perceive the entire group around the castle. "Everyone you see, and everyone that's been hidden since you arrived," he said as Miko cleared the effects keeping everyone hidden. Abyssal Frame faded away at the same time. As for the agreement for Yugi dealing any damage to the woman, Rie decided to claim any dagger Eri had on her person. "And here I was ready to test another thing with those. Whatever. Castle tour?"

[Apollymi]

"Hmphf," just a snort of a noise, almost amusement coming from one like Hoshimi Eri. At least the lad didn't take himself too seriously. Though she supposed that part had been obvious when the decision was to essentially pilot a flesh mech and put on a show. Still she left the lad's head attached to his body simply by doing the necesary calculations that said he was worth more alive than dead. Such was a decision made by many an assassin when hunting larger prey. "Arigatou~" she said in response to the congratulatory statement, mostly as a point of sheer sarcasm. "Hm, I wouldn't say that..." Eri said at last about the nature of her head being on straight. In truth, she was still just an unapologetic killer, but she wasn't mindless or any such thing.

Meanwhile, Rie's slightly early appearance was blamed on the nature of Japanese culture, while Yugi claimed that those who'd gotten themselves killed in the earliest moments weren't actually his people. Using the word poser, which would allow hi to get a thumbs up from Tae who agreed whole heartedly. "Fucking losers," she chimed in as she became visible by Miko's magic. The brunette now out of the Abyssal Frame passed by Yugi, "Oh, I was looking around in there, it has a perfect construction. No faults, so great job♪~" Miko chirped making use of many skills. "Off to pick up the gardener, Tae-sei, quick question♪~" Miko chirped asking the woman if she'd be okay with sharing her previously designated space with a vegetable garden and greenhouse if Miko fabricated the rest. All the while various people began moving about again, with Ai and Kaguya giving a salute, as if they weren't necessary they did need to make their way back to avoid suspicion while others just fanned out to amuse themselves in various ways. At the same time, Rie only chuckled, as Eri gave up two small daggers with the look of a dejected child across her face. "Call me overprotective then, but I can't make it easy for her~" Rie mentioned like she still expected the girl to try the lad's life at some point. No matter, Eri herself, "I'm not a rabid dog. I don't just attack people all the time you know... and sure. I see no issue with a tour," she said. "Also you aren't getting that past me, I know all your magic, how'd you get that sword out of my hand?" she posed to her older sister who just gave a knowing smile. "A gift~"

[Bloodedge]

Whether Eri truly had her head on straight or not was up for debate, but Yugi retained his own opinion based on observation alone. The same could be said about most people they had at this castle, as well as some who'd yet to gain a room. That would all come to light in time. Yugi considered it of little importance, caring more for whatever Miko was talking about when passing him by. "Eh?" he said initially. Two seconds passed before he threw together enough pieces of information to realize something. "Oh. You've got weakness exploit upgrades?" he surmised. There were quite a few unshared abilities left between them; one day they'd catch up on everything.

Today would not be that day. Instead, they would seemingly be separating once more as Miko enacted some plan involving a gardener, and Yugi offered a tour to a potential future Bondmate. The tour was fine, according to Eri... but she stopped to question Rie's newly-acquired telekinetic abilities. Rie simply called it a gift, which brought Yugi back to an earlier topic. "The kind of gift you keep not taking. It could be pretty much anything you want, you know? Might take a bit of time if the raw materials are in order, but skill crafting is pretty simple. I could even turn your sword into actual Excalibur... assuming I'm not wrong about the sword, the dress and the way you picked up that mana stake."

[Apollymi]

Eri may not have thought much of her own sanity but sane was subjective and not necessarily what this group was looking for. In the meantime, she agreed to a tour and got to see exactly a number of people who'd been hidden by a short brunette's magical prowess. That same girl seemed to be in a passing relationship witht he dark haired male, having been within his construct and complimenting it as she left. Such a thing put her in the line of fire in a way that the rest were not, which implied trust above all else, and they way they spoke to each other was also interesting. Yugi for his part, took a second only to begin talking in gamer speak about what the girl had noticed. For Miko's part in this she didn't drop that speech pattern at all, taking it a small step forward for a specific kind of reference. "Hai hai, gotta have WEX. Also got clothes that gave me mounting, huge speed buff on mounts. It's been a crazy upgrade set, not that I've had combat reasons to use it just yet♪~" Miko sang happily as she moved along. "Wait, do you guys play MonHun?" was a question posed by Eri, who was beyond all her oddities and flaws, still, an 18 year old girl who enjoyed killing things even as pixels. "It's on my list♪~" Miko admitted as a quick chirp.

Moving on, it would seem that a gift could be something like skill creation, which might only have to weight for materials. The boy talked about potentially turning her weapon into actual Excalibur, claiming to have gotten the idea from a combination of things currently presented about her physical form and her mannerisms. One such mannerism almost made itself known, luckily enough she'd been disarmed already, lest a dagger be turned around and suddenly be at his neck in a moment like this, but her empty hands and the like left her the ability to narrow her eyes and control her instinctive reaction. "You didn't have to say all that. Had me at government assassination targets and Excalibur," she mentioned. "Also, I didn't choose the clothes, it was a choice of BlueLotus," she pointed out. She wasn't trying for a particular look, but she was apparently still fond enough to wear something flattering. A girl, through and through, and she was willing to see the castle as the lad would like.

[Bloodedge]

A brief exchange regarding acquired skills became a reference to the very popular game: Monster Hunter. The other clothes Miko mentioned were quietly logged away in Yugi's memory for later use. "Bringing that up again later. Like a lot. When we've got the time, we should go over all the new shit we've got. Might come in handy," he plotted. Eri interjected in response to hearing that video game reference. Miko claimed it was on her list, and Yugi shrugged. "I play everything," he said dismissively. Moving on to his offer, Eri seemed to dislike the amount he said about her Arthurian lore appreciation. He shrugged again. "Yeah I did. Now you know there's another common interest," he said simply. When she commented on the clothes designed personally by Blue Lotus herself, it was Gojo who stood erect in appreciation. "Knew it! Blue doesn't miss!" he praised. Yugi spoke once more as he turned toward the castle. "Anyway... grand hall first. Hungry?"

Meanwhile, the international group Lost Galaxy was in London making their preparations to move out. One specific member of the unit would be found away from the others, however. A young brown-skinned man with an intricate fade-style mohawk stood in the courtyard of the Somerset House, where fashionistas of all sorts could be found. A large stage had been placed in front of the neoclassical structure for musical performances and runway shows... but the most important thing for him was the outdoor open bar, where he was becoming fairly inebriated to build courage for the coming flight. As a musician himself, at the venue for Fashion Week no less, he didn't have a single article that wasn't designer. The getup of the day was a Chioriya Boutique jacket with matching jeans, both a very deep, almost black brown with light golden emblazonry. Combat boots fit his feet snugly. He accessorized with a golden diamond shape hanging from his left ear, two long chains around his neck with a triangular charm on the shorter one, and a chain hanging from his belt to match. More importantly though, he was leaning into every step while moving through the crowd, carefully holding on to a tumbler of cognac on ice. "That's what I'm talkin' 'bout baby! That plane ain't shit!" he slurred.

[Apollymi]

Miko and Yugi had a chaste conversation in front of a newer person. Such was pretty normal for them, for people who weren't absolutely entrenched in their more devious life. Miko had even chosen easy video game references to explain the affixes attached to her new outfit. "Hai hai, we do need to catch up. It's been a busy day♪~" Miko agreed in those chiming words she normally used. Eri scanned the little brunette and found her to not only not be threatening but welcoming, admitting to playing the game Eri mentioned but also giving a reasonable berth to the pair as they began moving about. It was like she was making space around for them to continue talking, and that was... nicer than most people would be considering she'd rushed in and threatened their whole household essentially. According to Yugi he played all games, "Sou ka, proud otaku then..." Eri decided but she wasn't judging. There were worse things. Beyond that, They apparently had an enjoyment of Arthurian lore in common and... that was also new outside of her immediately family. Eri lost a tiny bit of her wariness. As they began moving sparing even a more normal bit of commentary for Gojo. "She really doesn't, she's great." Eri admitted, she'd take that woman at her back in a fight and that was about the biggest compliment she could have offered. Beyond that there was the beginning of the tour... the main hall, empty but spacious and a question of her hunger. "I could eat." Eri admitted, but she was one of a few people who were consistently quite hungry, with an appetite that could rival his usual partners. Rie watched with a knowing smile while her sister made friends and began to wander off on her own... while Miko disappeared to go back to a previously mentioned apartment and knock on the door.

At the same time, the first performance of Fashion Week had wound up rather recently. That open bar was home to many and a musical artist, who'd not quite broken into the international stage was surrounded by an entourage, high on life. "Best stage, I've performed on... definitely went for it. Anyone interested? We could preview the new tracks for my album, set up venues or just talk you know... until my encore!~" he seemed so legitimately excited. A girl with dark purple hair wearing a black dress and stockings walked up to him. She seemed to be unlabeled but she was the reason Fashion Week was being hosted here, and the reason... this particular artist even became a stage performance here. "Bloody brilliant, Cas. Did you see the rest?" she wondered if he had anything to say about her line which was running along side his perofrmance. She knew he had been all in his show, but... her spring line had been quite impressive. "Yeah, I saw. You did good girl, but you know how it is... gotta network. We'll talk later," he said, he leaned in, kissed her cheek spreading that odd pink lipstick of his onto her face, but disappeared with the crowd into some nearby couches. Just a second... for just one, that girl with the bunny ears on her head looked a little annoyed, especially as she watched some little fangirl slip in close right in front of her, without even looking at her to properly acknowledge her presence.

[Bloodedge]

While the Players were becoming more acquainted with their newest targets, things in London were due for some unexpected turns. One of the queens of fashion paired nicely with a certain musician on paper, but reality seemed quite contrary. Meanwhile, the drunk male was nearly spilling his drink upon bumping into a taller, German male with wavy pink hair. "Shit! My bad, man," he said as the other male helped him straighten up. "It is no problem," he said in a thick accent. "It was mein fault. I was looking for..." As he spoke, the pink-haired man's eyes were still moving about. He stopped upon seeing precisely the person he was looking for: the very same dark-skinned young woman who was about to separate from another pink-haired individual.

"Dort!" the tall man announced excitedly, one arm flamboyantly waving in the air. He'd be snaking his way through the loose crowd while calling out. "Blau Fräulein! Blau Fräulein!" he shouted. "Hier drüben, Schatz! Over here!" he continued, his excitement resulting in hard slips to his native tongue that had to be corrected immediately. The intoxicated male bounced back, still partially leaning as he stood. What was that tall man so excited about? He'd see soon enough ─ whenever a meeting occurred and the German stopped shouting. "Warum verschwendest du deine Zeit mit diesem Versager? Komm her!"

[Apollymi]

London was the setting of Fashion Week, and a group of fashion titans were converging on a single place. The musical 'talent' if he could be called such, was so busy networking he was ignoring the woman who'd gotten him the gig in the first place. Some random girl was soon sitting dangerously close, a hand on his chest as she laughed just a bit too hard at some random joke. While a minor bump became a moment of passing, the purple haired young woman was watching this whole thing, gently stewing beneath the surface. netowrking was one thing, but that girl wasn't anymore important. Industry execs and management wouldn't get that close to talent, and groupies came with the territory but... while your girlfriend was in eye shot was a bit crazy.

Ah speaking of crazy, a pink haired man with a thick accent was calling, a name that purple haired young woman answered to. It would draw her attention if only because only one man had such a thing going on. "Oh, Max, killer walk today. I might pick up a few pieces from your spring line~" the lass said as she fully turned. Upon making her way over though she heard a string of german words which had her eye brows raising and her hands up in the air. "Blimey, slow it down, mate. I can't translate all that~" she said playfully as she slipped her way through the crowd meeting him half way. Just the same, a security person and part of the crew of Drake leaned over. "Man, ain't that your girl talking to that guy over there?" he asked seeming to be one to read the room as all good security people should. "What?" Casper looked up, a girl in his lap and peeked she was talking to one of those fashion design guys, nothing to worry about. "I mean yeah, but that guy's gay and she's a good girl. Take it easy man, have a drink~" Drake said without any extra thought being given he practically waved everything off. Drake was sure there was nothing to worry about between his girl and that german man.

[Bloodedge]

The German male who answered to the name 'Max' was trying his hardest to get Blue Lotus's attention. As violent as his speech apparently sounded by so many accounts, it didn't take too much effort. When they met, the young woman immediately complimented his earlier show, claiming she may have to acquire something from his latest clothing line. "Oh please, Fraulein. You should spend almost as little time in my clothes as you should spend fraternizing with kleiner schwanz," he asserted, an open and flamboyant gesture toward the man who'd recently left her company. He reached out without a second thought, seemingly aiming to take both of her hands and lift her arms ─ all while inspecting her current attire. "But look at you! Honestly, I don't know what that flittchen over there is trying, or what you think you are doing! Der Junge da drüben sieht aus, als wäre er aus dem alten Koffer einer gothischen Transvestitin gekrochen!" His tongue was working overtime, quickly stringing together words that anyone would take as slurs to the man he kept gesturing toward. "So many beautiful men here, Fraulein! Warum tust du dir das an?!"

Not far from their meeting point, the other brown-skinned individual here was in for a big surprise. He'd been watching to see who 'Max' was so excited to meet, and when he did... "God damn!" he murmured, quickly scanning Blue Lotus's form in that snug little dress. "... Sorry Ma," he whispered to himself thereafter. They didn't make women like that back in New York, he thought. Oh well; it wasn't his place to interrupt a conversation between two fashion-focused people during the event. Besides... no way was his drunken mind ready to even think of processing all that rapid-fire German.

[Apollymi]

Maximillian Kreuz, was an outspoken and flamboyant man, and Blue, as she was being called knew this information. She'd run into him quite a few times, and picked up a bit of the language and gotten used to his mannerisms. His heart was in the right place but he got himself riled up so easily, it was almost impossible to miss when he disliked something, even if you didn't know what he was saying exactly. "Bloody hell, you can't just say that kinda stuff aloud. Your spring look is so chic, I could definitely wear a few pieces," she mentioned almost playfully. "Besides, give me some credit, I wouldn't settle for a little anything," she said still defending a man who didn't even see she was having to do so. Soon enough this young woman found herself with arms up in the hair, on a little turn while the pink haired man fully inspected her form. She didn't catch every word of his speech besides the english but tone and cadence did quite a lot, "Blime, I only caught a few of those, but you're on one, Mate~" she added. "I think I got the lines on this one just right, went on like a second skin and for the record I had nothing to do with that... Cas said something about an upcoming deal and not wanting to contradict branding or summit, when I offered him a proper fit for is performance," she said not name dropping anything but respecting the boundaries. As for the girl in his lap... well, he was a star. And most people did what they were allowed. She wouldn't hold that sort of thing against a girl. Then Max went on to say something that had her choking on a laugh, "Bwahacha~ Stop it. Keep blabbing like that and people are gonna keep thinking you're gay. Bloody mental. And I know that tone, and you sound like my sister," she said hands up in the air like she didn't know what to say. "He's not always like that, ya' know..." she said, almost as if she was trying more to convince herself than anyone else.

While quiet utterances were going on from the point of view of the man with the drink. A certain relatively unknown young woman was moving through the crowd. She'd been watching from close, Drake's behavior, and upon seeing how BlueLotus looked she made a mental decision. Still as she was making her way over she peeked at that young man noting his attire. And while it wasn't his place to interrupt, this young woman would slipping between the two fashion giants and grinning. "That was pretty funny, Max. You did great today, Blue~" she said leaning in to whisper something quiet and unknown before... waving in that gothic lolita outfit, black crop top, lace affixes and just a little bit of red. Her hair done up in a side ponytail with Japanese accessories like she fully intended to blend two cultures. A pair of fresh Chioriya Reds on her tiny feet as she tiptoed about the room. She'd slip right up to that man with the nice hair cut, not getting in his way but sliding a card into his pocket, with her branding and personal phone number on it, a little smile breaking out over dark lipstick. "I like your look, call me sometime~" she said to him as she walked away. All the while, Drake was soon pushing that little floozy out of his lap? Why? Well, because he was getting news that a contract he'd been hoping for was being cancelled. A text that was sent directly from the owner of the boutique to... his manager without fail. "What do you mean I lost the Chioriya Boutique Summer Model Gig? I haven't even met her yet?!" he exclaimed loudly enough to draw attention to himself.

[Bloodedge]

Max wasn't going to tolerate any of that trifling young man's behavior. Alas, he was much more concerned with the girl he called Blue; her current look was the star of today. "Oh, I love it! Don't even talk about my Spring line. All of that gaudy scheiße the rest of us make can't go with your designs, Fraulein. Beautiful simplicity! Perfektion!" he praised while keeping her arms lifted, taking in every part of her spin. Of course, he wasn't the only one watching that spin. The New Yorker nearly choked on his cognac when he got a sudden look at that woman's backside, even just briefly. 'Nah man, that just don't make sense!' he thought while pounding his own chest, trying to look nonchalant. Meanwhile, Max was shaking his head. He didn't care to hear any defense in favor of the man called Drake. "NEIN, NEIN!" he exclaimed, hand waving to match his shaking head. "Have you looked around? I even bumped into a säufer a minute ago who would be better. Not like Die Schöne und das Biest!" Those final words came with an open gesture toward where Max had recently been standing ─ where the other man still was ─ and a pair of rolled eyes. "But Ich schweife ab. We should work on something together, ja?"

While that conversation progressed to whatever end it had, the American young man was happened upon by some unknown Japanese woman. She'd just passed the other two with a short exchange that left the flamboyant man uttering a smug little "hmph" before she... proceeded to slide a card into the drinking man's pocket. "Huh?" he said before sense could be made of the sudden meeting. He was no stranger to being approached and handed cards, slips... panties, and so on. "Wassgood wit'chu, ma?" he said, but she'd already passed him by. What a strange interaction. He pulled that card from his pocket only to find out why it was so easy for her to address him so casually. That card was branded by Chioriya Boutique itself, which he happened to be sporting a rare getup from. So quickly did he turn his head, the lad nearly lost his equilibrium. "Ain't no way!" Ah, but that utterance was a little loud. Drake wouldn't be the only one accidentally drawing attention to himself in that moment.

[Apollymi]

When talking about work, at least Blue could keep things pretty cordial. The man in question wasn't even talking bad about her, but the aggression he spoke about Drake with was almost diametrically opposed to his praise. In this case, he found the simplicity of Blue's design to be great, the compliment made her face flush and had her laughing just a little. "Innit? I don't half-love it, Mate. I thought maybe I mighta' gone a bit too simple. But, can't beat a lass in a little black dress~" she said accepting the compliment on her work. That little full body spin had set a drunk man on a collision course but it didn't really matter long term. No, because any defense of Drake now lead to just a straight up no, from Max. "Aye, Mate, I got it~" she added holding her hands up in surender. "Bloody hell, you're rough on a bloke though... who'd you bump into?" she said her eyes cutting lightly to the side and then traveling towards the other person that the goth girl talked to, giving her a quick, "Thanks, Queen~" in passing, as she talked to most people. And finally saw who he was talking about, "Bloodly hell, you bumped into King Don, mate. That guy is brilliant. Also has great hair~" she complimented easily. Inside her head though, Nikki was on something completely different, and even began to shift herself in her clothes. 'King Don! KING DON! Is in my Fashion Week, bloody have to talk to him!!~ Come on Nik, get it together!' she encouraged herself. Before getting to the idea of them collaborating."Brilliant idea, innit? We could do something great!~" she said from a purely professional standpoint.

Drake was still having a fit. His manager was trying to calm him, "You know how things go. Nothing is sure until it's signed. You have to be grateful for the consideration. Chioriya Boutique is an exclusive brand, maybe 1 in a million might get a chance to work with her, if they aren't a designer themselves," the manager pointed out. "Yeah man, chill. I thought this whole thing was about networking. Besides isn't your girl a designer?" said the security guard who was still keeping a closer eye on Blue than her own boyfriend. "You're right man. I'm trippin'. I gotta good girl in fashion it don't matter if I get that kinda contract," He boasted as if it was a sure thing. No matter, the party seemed to be livening up again. But it'd be losing at least one person. As a girl in the crowd caught sight of Blue's remark and immediately began a fangirl moment. "I can't believe my bloody eyes, KING DON is in the building!~ PEFORM SOMETHING PLEASE!~" an excited utterance happened. Then another and another. "KiNG KING KING!~" the chants started and people began moving hoping for the kind of impromptu performances that Lost Galaxy was known for. Even that little thing in Drake's lap, excused herself, claiming a trip to the restroom so she could get closer to the stage for a potential show. "Poor bloke, just enjoying fashion week. I should help him out a bit..." Blue said heading over to chat up the man the crowd was chanting for, as he recovered from a run in with a reclusive designer. "You alright, mate?"