<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

The sins of Casper Drake were adding up. In only a few moments his exact crimes against Nikoleta Corbyn were being calculated and reduced as everyone present and chatting were roasting him. "Fade?" Ronnie questioned that one, as it sounded aggressive and she was definitely into the idea of Drake experiencing several bad things. The world was catching up to Hunters and making sure the worst of them weren't allowed to continue. Drake would likely find out quickly that his Ranking wouldn't get him a free-pass and that the kinds of people who would get free passes could just as easily kill him directly rather than making a public spectacle of him. As for the Iris and Melty situation it didn't take long for Donnie to understand what Nikki did, by offering the kids the deadline of the trip to Japan and going on to claim that there was a devious plot that he didn't think Iris would go along with. "Yeah, figured that too, mate. But I know something she doesn't just yet. Knowing something and committing to it are very different things… and I told her to stay out of my way. She's probably considering a peace offering and will end up going the same way as Ronnie, trying to sneak when she thinks I am otherwise occupied~" Nikki said having at least one guaranteed way to fix.

Beyond that a number was given and it was that of a well-known attorney, Victoria Sinclair. That woman had quite the reputation for handling all kinds of business in modern times, including most recently some cases surrounding awakening hunters. Such was mentioned by Donnie when he made his joke and claimed that Victoria had helped him out on a case recently. "Kinda yeah, I'm relaxed about it. But I'm also not about that bellend, trying to ruin my sis," Veronica said she'd practically raised Nikki and she wouldn't be tolerating Drake's nonsense. And Nikki could only nod as well. In her own case, she felt it necessary to quash the Drake thing not just for herself but for all the people who wouldn't be able to fight back against it. Someone who made those kinds of irrational decisions would feel emboldened if he didn't get pushed back into his place. "I didn't realize it was so bad. I guess when something's the best at the time it muddles you a bit," Nikki said thinking about it absently. Beyond that it would seem that Donnie needed to speak with Iris, and Ronnie. "Should we come checking for you, if you don't return?~" she asked teasingly, finding it almost amusing. If he was going to speak with the mastermind of the western hemisphere, he should go in with his armor on ready for war.

[Bloodedge]

"Fade. Like I'ma beat that ass," Donnie replied simply when the term was questioned. He didn't have much else to say, apart from a few notes about Iris ─ and Melty by association. Nikki's plan was presumably in full effect, but he knew the same had to be true of Iris herself. Which would win? Well, he'd consumed enough media to know there were issues with individuals that brainy. Iris had already shown the familiar traits. As such, he imagined Nikki had a pretty good chance of winning their little battle... but he also imagined he'd be the overall winner either way, considering the direct benefits of being the thing they warred over. "I'ma kick back and wonder why you even cool with that kind of shit, but... it's whatever. I'm on your side," he said with a shrug.

With that, Donnie was content to take his leave. In doing so, however, he stopped in the doorway. Ronnie wondered if they should go seeking the musician if he didn't return. Donnie actually gave it some consideration. In the end, he shook his head. "Nah. I'ma have to manage it dolo at some point. Might as well get the practice in. Wish me luck though." Those words were Donnie's last from within the cockpit. As Crow got himself together enough to turn the plane around, Donnie made his way back to that same bedroom ─ only one away from his own at the plane's rear. The door remained open, so... he took a deep breath and rounded the corner, unsure what he'd even walk into. Whether it was a good or bad idea to knock and announce himself at the same moment, was anyone's guess... but Donnie did so right against the doorframe. "Yo, y'all still chillin' back here?"

[Apollymi]

A gentle answer of slang came again, as yet another form of beating people up was added to both Ronnie's and Nikki's vocabulary. "Right, that's a good one~" Ronnie said seemingly pleased by the addition. Nikki had quite a bit to say about the problematic nature of her younger cousin. Even so she still loved her and would still enable her actions, if not temper them with real life lessons that the males in her family seemed incapable of giving her. In this particular case, Donnie heard what Nikki had to say, claimed not to understand why she was okay with the entirety of the situation but also stated factually he was on her side. A smile came to Nikki in that moment, "Being honest mate, at her age you could have been 45 and I could have been told it would split me in half and I still would have tried it. I'm not upset about her antics, just the timing. Besides… that big ol' brain is brilliant but what she's missing is just as important. I'll consider that part my gift to her," Nikki explained in a general sense. Her gift was one which might not be appreciated initially, but it would teach the lesson of temperance which was something that someone as brainy as Iris didn't have. She didn't assume the same lesson needed to be taught to Melty, as she'd spent her young life dealing with someone who was actually toxic to her just because of her existence.

Moving on from that point, when asked if he wanted to be found if he didn't return in a certain amount of time, Donnie said no. He claimed a need to learn how to handle the lass on his own, and he was quite right about it, so… Ronnie gave him a salute, "Off you pop then~" Ronnie said shooing the man along. "Yeah, mate, fingers crossed~" Nikki offered luck as British people often did. And then Donnie made his way back to that room, where he was… expected. Iris told Melty that there was a fairly good chance of Donnie coming back, and had even given a few possible reasons. And when he arrived, Melty's eyes widened in surprise and Iris just looked pleased. "One for me~" Iris said as they were apparently playing a game based on the number of correct predictions Iris had, with odd stakes attached. "Yeah, we are… having quite the good time," Iris said. At some point she'd sent Melty out to grab her laptop which was currently sitting in front of her, the screen blanked as it always was when someone she wasn't planning on showing her screen directly entered. "I had Melly pop out for a minute, to have a look around but we've got the laptop and we're having fun already~" Iris mused. "Did you come back here just to chat? If so you might want to close the door, wouldn't want any sensitive information leaking out~" Iris said already watching the man like he was some new project to complete!

[Bloodedge]

All in due time, Donnie made his way back to Iris's room for the trip. He knocked, he announced himself, and he was met by... expectation. Of course, Donnie didn't know what to anticipate upon rounding that corner to enter. When he saw the pair sitting normally, he was actually surprised. "Oh. That's way more normal than I thought this was gon' be," he admitted. Given the number of times he'd been trapped already, Donnie had been expecting another trick to lock him inside with the pair, or even some display of bodies or techniques to entice him beyond whatever purpose he'd come for. None of that existed at present, so his guard lowered as he stepped inside. "You in here usin' me like chips? I'm too faded for that."

Iris questioned the purpose of his visit, advising a closed door if he'd come back just to talk. Donnie did pull the door closed behind him ─ a decision he would have second-guessed in such a state of undress a few hours before. Now, Donnie didn't think it mattered at all. "I said I was comin' back. I mean... I did kinda forget for a minute, but... I stay forgettin' shit. Figured y'all were gonna have some crazy plot goin' on back here when I showed up. But anyway... I don't think you need to know what all I came back for. How much dirt you got on that fuck nigga?"

[Apollymi]

Donnie announced himself before entering Iris's room on the plane, and when he did, the musician would find that Iris and Melty were sitting atop the bed like two relaxed friends at a slumber party. Iris began counting something but otherwise she seemed perfectly normal and pleasant. "That's two," Iris said the count steadily increasing. By the time Donnie walked in properly to talk with them, he mentioned that he was too faded for the amount of plotting he wasn't sure was actually taking place here. He claimed he was being used like chips, "Not exactly. I explained to Melty that I am right about things, between 85 and 90 percent of the time. So I made approximately 10 predictions and I am keeping count to prove my point. I'm not unreasonable~" Iris pointed out. And Melty simply nodded her agreement. It was odd to see and she was still just surprised that two predictions had come true already.

A smile crossed Iris's face as the door was shut behind the man, whether that was sexual tension or simply a full amount of comfort brought about by his remaining intoxication didn't really matter. "That's three," Melty mentioned this time. As keeping track was also her responsibility. According to Donnie he did say he was coming back, that was true. He also admitted to being distracted and forgetting things, something Iris was also now accounting for. "Well, we have to do this thing proper. I am definitely still plotting and even this casual version of the conversation is part of the plan. You can't wind people up all the time, when their brains are functional~" Iris mentioned almost casually. Beyond that first acknowledgement the girl snapped her fingers and sighed, "Bloody hell, got me there. I thought I was going to get to hear something quite interesting~" Iris concluded but she didn't mind. Melty was moving a finger, and looking more and more aghast as two more also went up as confirmation was given that he came here for information related to Casper Drake. When asked how much dirt she had on him, "He has the online habits of a teenage girl," Iris said with a firmness. "So basically I know all the things he's done wrong, all of his hidden bad habits, and every activity that could get him locked up in one of those American Federal Prisons for… 15 to 30 years," Iris mentioned almost casually. "Is King Don studying? How much do you want, because if it's all of it, I'll need some time to get all the files together. I've been sending little parcels out for a while now, but I was planning to put it all in one place for Nikki's lawyer. I could put a rush on it if you want~" Iris offered freely. Well, as freely as one like Iris would offer something. Her phone was sliding across the bed waiting. She'd need his number to send him all the stuff in a way that he could have access to it, even if he couldn't find her.

[Bloodedge]

Iris explained that Donnie himself wasn't being used as gambling chips, but rather she'd made a series of predictions just to prove her accuracy in doing so. As she'd already reached two by the time of that explanation, Donnie could infer that his actions would make up a decent number of said predictions, and were thus the proverbial 'chips' to be counted in this case. "... So I'm the damn table. I'm definitely too faded for that," Donnie said, though there was an odd pause and some thought to follow.

Beyond that, the youngest Postwick freely admitted that she was still plotting. With the belief that someone with a working brain couldn't be wound-up all of the time, apparently even this more casual discussion was part of the plan. Was that claim accurate, or a little too opinionated? Donnie didn't think it could fully be called either, but to Iris's credit, he'd say it leaned toward the former. "Iono 'bout that. I ain't sayin' you wrong, but one of them crown challenges from y'all when I came around that corner? Or like a new twist on that joint? Whew, that woulda done a nigga in~" he admitted, having some thoughts about that snapped-finger reaction. The straightest of faces was looking at Iris after that thought was shared. "That work for you? I'm pretty sure you can figure the rest. You know I was thinkin' this might end up like one of them shits, uh... you know, like how you told me the normal shit is planned, 'cause it don't matter if I know ─ 'cause now I gotta wonder if you said it in confidence, or just to make me overthink everything. Y'all know what I'm tryna say? Like, you make somebody second-guess everything, 'cause what if this was the plan? But then what if you wanted them to think that part! But what if THAT thought was the plan. Like some infinite loop shit."

Donnie realized he was starting to ramble, and cleared his throat. "Shit my fault, what were we talkin' 'bout?" He thought aloud. Casper Drake became the topic, which was Donnie's final motivation to visit this room when he did. According to Iris, she had an entire portfolio that could be used to put the man away for a quarter-century. Why she had so much dirt on one person who had no direct connection to her, Donnie didn't know... but that wasn't his business. Was he studying? Iris wanted to know. "I can't get surgical unless I know my anatomy. Only vet I wanna see at the operating table is the vetted nigga gettin' worked on... pause." Donnie took an actual moment of hesitation after that one, but moved on without issue. Iris couldn't have made her phone more obvious if she tried. No matter how much information he wanted from her, he supposed that was a necessary step... but it did feel a bit unusual. "Bluetooth still real. You know you coulda just asked? I think tongue-on-dick usually supposed to come after phone numbers and shit," he said even while sending through his number to her device. Once that was done, he'd be immediately checking Iris's saved information in his phone, all to see if a contact photo came attached in her case. He had a thing about those. As for the question of how much information he wanted... Donnie decided to continue his earlier analogy. "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. That's where I'm at right now, but I'm tryna sell a nigga's kidney tonight," he explained as one would draw comparisons to detail their own needs when shopping.

[Apollymi]

Donnie was having a very interesting time in a moment like this. After Iris explained exactly what the count was for, he assumed he was the table in this situation, not just the chips being counted. "You don't seem too faded, smashed it, didn't ya?~" Iris commented seemingly happy to give out praise which wasn't something she did with absolute impunity. Beyond that when Iris spoke about not ruining the man with every interaction he claimed that he could have been wound up by a great many things. He even gave a few examples bringing the count up to five. "Oh, and right back in it~" Iris said seemingly amused by the lad making an admission about what he'd expected to find.

Still, in these same moments, Donnie proved that his mind was quite an active thing. Iris and Melty received a first person perspective on the work of a mind with ADHD. Iris now understood why she'd had such a potential problem enticing him, given how far his mind wandered. Still, she couldn't say he was wrong in his assessment. "You really aren't wrong. Long term it doesn't matter if you know what's coming or if you have an idea what might come. I've already planned around all possible reactions. That's called being prepared~" Iris asserted. Whether she was truly as well prepared as she made it sound, was one of those things that didn't really matter because she could and would take full advantage of him when she had the chance. That being said, she'd backed off a little, simply because she'd been thrown off by Nikki's random act of kindness where King Don was concerned.

Still there was at least one thing Iris couldn't be concerned with much else. His rambling was actually useful as it gave Iris a standard by which to measure his behavior. It would seem however that he meant to stay on track and had a pretty good way of redirecting himself. When asked how much information about 'Drake' he wanted after explaining how much she actually had, Iris wasn't surprised at all by Donnie's answer. "I don't know if that needed the pause, but I got ya'~" Iris confirmed. As for the placement of her phone and the number she could have just asked for without the pretense she'd put together Iris scoffed, "Well, that'd be remarkably unentertaining. Still it's good to know how little it takes to gain the ability to send someone distracting messages at random~" Iris said once again pointing out her intentions with no extra thought about doing so. On her computer the screen would be coming back to life with the tap of her mousepad, and then rather easily things began moving forward. Folders being dropped, evidence of all Drake's activities for the last five years, and a few other notes of merit, were being moved into a single folder. "Well, you'll be an expert by the time I'm done. Also, I don't just turn on bluetooth for any random reason, privacy issues, you see~ But, I'll make sure you get everything you need. I just gotta zip it, it's kind of a lot," Iris mentioned, stifling a chuckle at the nerd jokes and offering a cheeky little smirk. As for any images attached to her own phone profile. there was a picture of her getting ready for school uniform on, hair big, looking unnecessarily thick for a fifteen year old.

[Bloodedge]

Regarding Donnie's intoxication in relation to his current wit, he could only shrug. "Lil' bit of weed'll get you right sometimes. I ain't endorsing it, but... I ain't demonizin' it either," he said simply. Too long had he been freestyle rapping whilst higher than the United States's gas prices. Regardless, it seemed his admission of a thought process was indeed what Iris had been hoping for. Surely he'd just planted some ideas or confirmation of preferences in her head, but he didn't really mind doing so at this point. None of it seemed to matter anyway ─ as was the case with his rambling about the way her plans worked. "You know that's the kind of shit I be thinkin' of at random? Shit get real complex, like time travel and all that. But anyway... call it what you want, but keep that brain workin'. That's the kind of shit I do endorse."

Moving on from such matters, Donnie completed his inspection of Iris's contact information, finding a would-be innocent photo in an academy uniform... which didn't fit to any regulations he knew of. "Man what the fuck they puttin' in the WATER?!"he raged without even thinking about what fell from his mouth. Fifteen had to be the new twenty ─ of that, he was almost certain. Whatever the case, Iris had enough information on Drake that she had to compress a folder to send it all. Donnie would be quite busy doing research in his near future, he supposed. "Bet bet, big preesh and I owe you. Oh, and if I didn't say, we headed to Philly first. Should be there in a lil' bit."

And so, they all carried on as normal. Crow eventually managed to land the group in a Philadelphia airport ─ roughly a twenty-minute highway trip from the shop of Donnie's associate. While they disembarked, Donnie stopped dead in his tracks right at ground level. The stairs were barely behind the young man as he checked his phone, seeing what airport they were at. "... Damn! I didn't get a Uber or nothin'! We damn near half an hour out from Kim's spot!" he complained. Worse still, having the group picked up would surely require multiple vehicles. Crow was bringing up the back of the line, but heard Donnie's screamed complaint and seemed confused. "That a problem, mate?" he asked genuinely. "Hell yeah. Y'all wanna walk thirty miles? Or one of y'all got a whip in magic storage?" Donnie asked in response. Crow's confusion didn't disappear at all, but he did casually point a thumb toward the back of the plane.

[Apollymi]

Iris's bedroom on the plane was one which was currently full of interesting exchanges. Donnie made an interesting statement about a little bit of weed. It was no surprise to one of his fans, that he smoked a bit, but his neutral stance on it for others was something interesting to hear. "I'll keep that in mind but I doubt it would work the same for me…" Iris stated about weed and being intoxicated in general. Brainy controlling people tended to have a bit less of a good time with mind-altering drugs than the masses who got to enjoy them. Beyond that Donnie admitted to the way his mind was working around the problems and plotting presented by Iris, she smiled and nudged Melty. "See, that's the beauty of a brainy nerd type. Take in enough media and they can and will extrapolate~" Iris pointed out handing it down as a compliment and a good thing to look for in a potential partner. As for the commentary about her constantly working brain, and his tactic approval of her 'bad habits' Iris could only nod, "That isn't a problem, I'll always use my brain proper~" Iris pointed out still beyond amused but willing to mostly let go.

At the same time those advancing points didn't seem to be going anywhere past five, until… Donnie was questioning what was being put in the water. "Right, I believe that counts as six. That picture is innocent enough. But the school wouldn't let me have Nik modify it at mid terms, so they're now stuck with me just barely passing uniform standards~" Iris mentioned and Melty only nodded. "Things like this made me happy I have a private teacher. I only have to be on time," Melty claimed but also increased the count on her fingers. She'd been mostly quiet, but that was simply her nature as a young royal. And then came number seven when he said that he owed her, "Yeah, it's not a big deal, but I'll take the IOU anyway, might come in handy~" Iris said. She'd been compiling this information intending to make a slide show and break up Nikki and Drake when she'd secured the next bag for the girl, but… now that it wasn't simply a matter of breaking them up and instead a matter of criminal activity, Iris would make sure he was buried, socially, legally and financially, if it was at all possible. "Right, Nik mentioned. We'll be hanging out for now~" Iris mentioned willing to leave the man to his business.

Ah, but it wasn't just him, a while later they'd be landing in Philly with everyone making their way out of the plane after landing. As for Donnie's statement about the drive and the like, there was a question of how they'd actually get to the shop he spoke of, "It has… never occurred to me to put something that big in my Item Box. Probably fit though, well, I also don't have a liscense so that kind of makes sense. Still, I got a bunch of stuff in there…" Nikki said giving it an honest bit of thought. She had all kinds of things in her item storage currently, including the rest of her birthday cake. "Bruv, I still got my birthday cake in there. That's be brilliant!~" Nikki said seeming still high enough to have a case of the munchies. "I mean… we're at an airport, flagging down a car or service shouldn't be that difficult, but what are you pointing at the back for Crow? You know something we don't?" Ronnie asked. At the same time, Iris was giving several things a bit of thought and coming to a conclusion and simply began walking towards the back of the plane with her computer bag still on her side, but the rest of her luggage still on the plane.

[Bloodedge]

The problem of lacking transportation to Kim's shop was no real issue at all, as Crow understood. While a brief discussion about it was going on, Auric prepared himself to go ahead toward the plane's rear... but he paused with a silent huff of annoyance upon realizing Iris was already en route. He wouldn't be walking off with her unless some others were along. As such, he stayed behind to provide the explanation Ronnie required. "This airplane belongs to Mother and the royal family. It's only natural for it to have an onboard vehicle large enough for the staff. You don't expect royalty to wait around for a lift, do you?" he asked with typical aristocratic indignation. All the while, Crow was opening a hatch to roll out a stretch limousine much like what S-rank Hunters were permitted for travel. "Yo, we got a limo in that bitch? That's what I'm talkin' bout!" Donnie exclaimed.

There was one problem ─ one massive, blaring problem. Nikki had already mentioned her lack of license. Even if she had one, she, Ronnie, Crow, Leon, and Donnie himself were all intoxicated at the moment. Donnie was no stranger to a bit of drunk or high driving, but he wasn't going to endanger the group by... learning to drive a limousine right here and now. "Aight so... who can drive it though?" he asked of the group. Of everyone present, Hop raised his hand. "I can drive. I only just became able to recently, but I'll do it before I trust Lee," Hop said, making Leon aghast... but only until he accepted the reality of the situation. In truth, he wasn't a trustworthy driver at all. "Bet it up! Lemme hook you up on GPS. Mami, you tryna hook up that cake? Nigga got the munchies!"

All the while, Crow was becoming rather... occupied. Why? Well, staff at the airport he'd landed at weren't exactly pleased with his unannounced parking. He could be seen arguing with several other men, who only calmed even slightly upon realizing they couldn't do much about a royal aircraft from the United Kingdom. They could, however... bitch at the pilot about this impromptu landing in needed strip space.