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Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

she cautioned. He tried to raise his head but she pushed it down further until his mouth was an inch away from her nipple. She was massaging his scalp when he brought out his tongue and gave her nipple a kitten lick. She smacked his head gently and he raised his head up to glare at her, hitting her jaw in the process. She winced and held her jaw as Venkat tried to look at her through his foam covered eyes. "Shit!" he cursed.

Coming out of her tent, Wilma saw Marc's caravan of merchants making breakfast out of magic potatoes. "Ah, did you just wake up, Mister?" Vern saw the mister who sold magic potatoes for his caravan come out of the tent, still wearing a hoodie jacket that covered most of his face. Standing in the morning sun, Vern saw the mister had a petite body like a teenager. It made the man with burly bodies like the werebeasts from the Bear clan think maybe his guess that this mister was a woman was right.

I read the note under the suit and almost felt like crying. “Astra, I hope you enjoyed your party. You deserve al good things. I’m sure Ezra already told you why I was not present. I hope you are very happy in life. I had this suit specially made for you and your amazing power. It will stretch to fit your male form while still look elegant when you are your true form. It is reinforced with a special polymer to act as an elastic bullet proof suit. It will be perfect for your missions. I hand made it with Gamma Taylor’s help for sizing. Yours truly, Isaac”

My entire focus was on escaping, so I didn't look backward didn't want to look backward. "Drive," another guy commanded. Someone hit the gas, and I slammed into the seatbelt hard enough to be glad I was wearing it as the van ripped around a corner. A savage snarl met my ears, and I finally stopped fighting long enough to whirl around. And what I saw made me want to vomit. Veggie Guy Mate Guy was half human, half...animal? Gray fur sprouted from his oddly-sha ped limbs, those freaky red eyes staring at me as his body bent and contorted in another painful-sounding snap.

Salesman Vega said in a calm tone. He was a short man around 5'5ft tall; he had a big mustache on his face that was so long it reached all the way down to his chest. He had long hair, his hair was longer than him. He tied it in a ponytail and had metal chains wrapped around it to keep it in place. He had the sides of his head shaved and was full of cravings.

Tattoos on his arms, spotting a buzz cut and a growl so lethal it could cut glass, the man in question was… Shit!

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

A small tattoo of a crescent moon sat on his left hip bone. "Your turn," Milo said, his fingers going to the zipper of Victor's leather jacket. Victor hesitated for a fraction of a second, then shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall behind him. He pulled his grey henley over his head, baring his chest. He wasn't lean like Milo. He was big and solid, with a thick mat of dark hair covering his broad chest and soft belly. His shoulders were massive, his biceps thick. He felt a flash of self-consciousness, but Milo's eyes widened with genuine appreciation.