"Geez..." a green haired female sighed, pouting, "The asshole could've turned it off before teleporting away like that! That son of a bi–" "Don't you dare finish that sentence, Shiori." a grey haired female said, smacking the green haired girl in the head, "S-Sorry, Shane. It's just... Emmett's an asshole." "Hasn't he always been one though?" Shane said, and Shiori nodded, "You got a point there..."
Shiori Kawakami. Species: Ritidanthro. Nationality: Japanese. Special Traits: Green hair, white pupils, grey irises. Age: 18 decades
"How do you get used to it though?" the greenette asked, her grey eyes wandering over to Shane, who shrugged. "Well, he is my brother, so how do I not?" "Oh...right." Shiori deadpanned, then sighed. She grunted as she got up from the dusty ground, and Shane grabbed her hand and pulled her along. "C'mon, ya big baby, let's go report back to Flash. He'll probably get triggered again if we don't come back sooner. It's not like we can just teleport like Emmett, but since he can, leave him, he'll be fine." "But it's already 10 o' clock! He'll wake up late tomorrow again–" "Not if we annoy him 'til he wakes up." Shane argued, cutting Shiori off. "... Fine."
The grey haired female chuckled, "Relax, Shi. We both know Emmett isn't the type to just run off, so he was probably saving someone." "Yeah, but it's just... his wounds from the last mission haven't even fully healed yet."
Shane stayed silent this time.
"That's just the kind of idiot he is." she finally said. "But idiot or not, he's Emmett Crossfire. And I wouldn't have him any other way. We may not be blood related, but I'm glad to have him as a brother." Shiori chuckled slightly. "And I'm glad to have you guys as my best friends." she said as she hugged Shane from behind, who laughed at how quickly her green haired friend's mood had changed. "Okay, okay. Now get of me, fatty." "Hey!" Shiori exclaimed, "Ugh, you guys really are siblings!" Shane shook her head, "I've been told," she said with a laugh.
Shannon Crossfire. Species: Kouremanthro.
Nationality: American. Special traits: Sensitivity to sunlight, silver hair, red-black eyes, boney physique. Age: 21 decades.
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"Hey, Cynthia, can you fix this for me real qui-..." Emmett cut himself off as he opened the door, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. So the first thing he sees after teleporting back to headquarters was... this?
"Come on, Cynthia! That all you got?!" Shiori taunted, and the silvery blue haired female who she was arm wrestling with scoffed, "You sure talk big for someone with such a small brain, Shi. This..." she paused, overtaking Shiori and nearly taking her down, "... Is nothing!"
Cynthia Wolfskin. Species: Iykosanthro/"werewolf". Nationality: American. Special traits: Enhanced sense of smell, sense of hearing, speed, and transformation. Age: 24 decades.
"Emmett! Thank God you're here..." the raven-haired male heard a voice say, and he turned to meet a familiar pair of red-black eyes. "Shane? What the hell is going on here?!" he asked the silver haired girl, and she turned to look at the two girls arm wrestling. "Shiori's been at it for a while now... She was pissed at you earlier, so she wanted to cool off, but not it's just– It's gotten out of hand..."
Shiori grunted, then laughed, "Oh, don't you dare underestimate me!"
Bam.
"Ow!" the light blue haired female exclaimed, clutching her hand in pain as the crowd around them cheered. "Woohoo!" Shiori cheered as she raised her arms up in the air, and just then, Cynthia noticed the raven haired male standing in the doorway. "Emmett! W-What's up, whaddaya need?" she asked, rubbing the back of her neck, "Forget you saw that match with Shi, though..." "Oh! Emmett, you finally decided to– Ow!" Shiori said, but cut herself off, screaming when Emmett suddenly teleported to her and grabbed her by the ear. "You never learn, do you?" he said, that phrase followed by a string of ows and ouches by Shiori. "Whoa! Emmett! What–" "Broken mask. Fix it." he said, shoving the broken mask to Cynthia's chest, "What? How did this happen–" "Don't ask."
... Then he shut the door.
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"Emmett, you asshole! Can't you just teleport to Flash's office? You don't have to drag me like this!" Shiori whined, and Emmett shrugged. "I feel like walking, for some reason." he said, and Shiori cried internally.
Finally, they reached Flash's office, and Emmett knocked. "Who is it?" a voice behind the door asked, "It's Emmett." "Emmett? Oh boy, you must be pissed. You never knock." he teased, and Emmett turned to look at his green haired companion. "I have Shiori with me. She's been drinking and arm wrestling with members from other teams again." he said, and Shiori tried to run away, but Emmett grabbed her ear again. "What? Seriously– That little– Get her in here, now!"
Emmett entered, dragging a wild Shiori in with him, who froze upon seeing the angry looking golden-haired male in front of them, arms folded and brows furrowed, his scarred eye twitching. "Nice to see you again, Shi."
Flash Agni. Species: Sandranthro/"snapdragon". Nationality: Half Japanese, half Filipino. Special traits: Pyrokinesis (weakened). Age: 19 decades.
The green haired female swallowed hard and laughed nervously. "H-Hey, Flash! Nice to see you again too– Ow!" she exclaimed, Emmett suddenly pulling her ear again. "You can leave us now, Emmett. I'd like to talk to Shiori alone." the golden-eyed male said, and Emmett nodded. "Sure." he said before teleporting away.
"Look, Flash, I'm sorry, just–" "Shi, for once, I don't actually care. I wanted to talk about something else, though I will have to punish you for drinking and causing a ruckus. Again." Shiori blinked. "What?" "Listen..." Flash began, getting up from his seat and walking over to the taller green-haired ritidanthro. "I don't want you causing any more trouble, you here me?" Shiori's eye twitched. "I though you said we weren't gonna talk about this..." she muttered, pouting, and Flash rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but I don't want you stressing Emmett out any more than he already is. You've noticed too, haven't you?" Shiori looked down. "Yeah. But it's his own fault for going to help people so often–" "No, not that kind of stress, idiot." Flash said, and Shiori's eyebrow twitched at the word 'idiot'. "Well what do you mean, then?!" the golden haired male sighed.
"It don't really know if stressed is the right word to describe him... More like... Lonely, I guess." Shiori scoffed, "Lonely? Pssh... Emmett? He has us! Why would he be..." she trailed off. "Well, actually... I have noticed that he's been watching people more often. And I've seen this sort of, longing look in his eyes, so..." "Yeah, so stop getting mad at him. Just..." Flash trailed off, "Clean the whole bottom floor 'til it's all shiny." he suddenly said, handing Shiori a broom, mop, and bucket. "Wha– Where did that come from?!" the greenette exclaimed as she took the items in her hands. "Just go, we're done here." "You asshat." "Shithead."
Shiori stuck her tongue out at him before turning to the door, turning the knob.
"And Shi..." Flash added, and Shiori turned to face him. "What?" "Just... Be there for him, okay?"
Shiori looked at him before turning back to the door, "I know already." she muttered, walking out and shutting the door behind her.