Ren-kun

Defying Gravity - Idina Menzel

Rewatching this. How are you finding it so far? Chihirooooooooooooo.

"I'm not going to plummet to my death, AL-kun." Ren kept up with the a little too enthusiastic boy as they trudged up the stairs, vowing to at least speak up whenever his younger companion decides on something again. It was true that he had the logic to back his impulsiveness up, but if Ren allowed him to continue taking the reins, they'd be dead before they can even have a clue of what was really going on. Not to mention that two teenagers flinging themselves off a building's roof in pursuit of a renowned thief wouldn't go exactly unnoticed. They weren't even sure if the impostor had the means to replicate KID's signature escape via para glider anyway. Reaching the door that led to the rooftop, Ren twisted AL's right arm around, leaving him little room for resistance. He then calmly took the pack off the other boy's back and tossed it over the railing of the stairs along with his own. Physical strength was an aspect of a human that he's good at, as long as he deemed a situation necessary of it. The packs landed on the ground beneath them in a combined thud, satisfying Ren and obviously annoying Aster to no end. "And neither will you." He opened the door with a shaky grip on the doorknob and a quivering lip, forcing down the sheer terror that built up from the time a skeleton man read them their mission objective. Beckoning Aster to follow him, Ren's adrenaline rush increased tenfold. His eyes immediately focused on the telltale flamboyant KID costume, making him unable to move for quite some time. The gun that the impostor had on his hand was too real for him to digest. The only thing that shook his temporary paralysis off was the sight of Amber and Mari being on the receiving end of the potential bullet. Without thinking, he rushed to their aid and stood firmly in front of the girls, though his wobbly knees was giving a whole new definition to the word 'firmly'. A bluff. Think of a bluff and be useful for once. "Shoot it. If you really think you're worthy of being KID and having the media hyped up about you, then shoot it. Come on, I'm waiting for the playing card that 's going to hit the ground between my feet." Betting on the fact that the impostor spoke English was a bit of a stretch. But agreeing to take part in the entire situation alone already had him doubting his sanity so might as well.

Oral exam? In math? Wowowow, you are a genius. XD Congratulations!

Oh. I'd say nothing more about Sehun then. ^^' Which makes me doubt his reasons about the lawsuit even more. Getting the same legal team Hangeng hired to represent him and using the health card for their defense yet again doesn't do my suspicions any favors either.

Became too ambitious with dancing.

Muscle injuries.... we meet again. T.T This pain's making me cry tbh.

All the more reason why you should take raping into consideration, even if thwy're below your standards. Haha... -__-. The youngest 'un.

^ Rapping is an integral part of all KPop music though, as much as I don't like it. It's like it's obligatory to sneak a few rap lines in a song. XD That's honestly the only area where Xiumin should improve more on. His singing, dancing, rapping and even acting (saw one MV featuring him acting, forgot which) are decent - above average. He should be in the singing line imo. Sehun's... sloppy, I guess?

((I think by best friend, Moho was referring to the skeleton man?))

^ A Kpop World War is about to happen. I think Xiumin's the most balanced member actually. And that's judging from the teeny tiny bit parts given to him.

Wisdom

^ The anime's actually a lot more concise and shorter than the video walkthroughs (I'm assuming you meant those), though they do leave out some stuff.

SM's handling of their talents has always been questionable, though they do have one of the biggest success rates when it comes to their idol groups' popularity.

By WYF, I'm guessing you mean Wu Yifan aka Kris? So you're probably referring to him filing a lawsuit against SM Ent.?

His little tirade for an icebreaker was coldly received, apparently. Still, he knew everyone was undoubtedly jumpy and he couldn't blame them for not joining him in introducing themselves. They had more pressing matters to tackle and being Detective Conan fans, the gears on their minds were probably on overdrive already. Spotting the car that one guy drove over, Warren quickly went over to it. "I don't think all of us could fit here... Hm. Maybe someone who knows the locations of places here in Shibuya could enlighten us as to where this 109 is? We probably won't even need a car..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tkm5K2fu0AI This^.

((Wall of text warning. And I'm jumping on the bolding English speech bandwagon.)) Warren stayed completely silent after the 'situation' that garnered him quite a bit of unwanted attention, opting to just follow his companions idly while taking in the sights the city had to offer. The meal they had was the perfect remedy to his temporarily damaged psyche, making his eyes grow as wide as saucers whenever he spotted merchandise that had images vaguely resembling characters he was enamored with. He kept all his giddy excitement all to himself, not wanting to humiliate himself more than he already had. Jamming his fists into his pockets, Warren pondered over the seemingly random way they had been brought together. Did some sort of force draw them to each other? His bizarre thoughts were then cut abruptly by the dramatic change from a sea of glaringly bright shop signs to a predominantly green domain. Disappointment took the front seat on his brain as their little group entered the park, obstructing the view of the bustling commercial spaces and forcing him to snap out of his little trance induced by all the anime-related stores they passed. His shoulders slumping and his lower lip sticking out, Warren waited for the inevitable 'plot twist' or the next curveball the universe would decide to throw his way. They couldn't just stand there and talk among themselves awkwardly. That would be too easy. And true enough, his paranoia bore fruit... in the form of what appeared to be a fully sentient skeletal system, no less. Under usual circumstances, he would turn away and leave. Actually, he would do it under any circumstances. To put it lightly, it was unpleasant to try to take the 'man' before them seriously while at the same time trying to not dissolve into a fit of terrified whimpers. Complicated feelings... definitely something for him to take to Twitter later. Warren started to slowly inch away from the scene, only to find himself unable to as his undying curiosity got the best of him yet again. Finding out what exactly was going on could save him a lot of potential trouble and walking into shops he seriously should have read the names of before going in. His expression probably went through all the emotional phases possible as he listened to the stranger's little exposition, each 'revelation' adding to the the paleness of his skin. Gulping, he raised his hand. "But w-wait! That's a situation only officials could handle. Asking us to deal with it would be... I mean, just by looking at some of us here, I could tell that some of them are minors. I am not, by the way but... yeah." He was stammering through all the sentences, scanning the people gathered with concern. They were pretty much in grave danger and yet he knew most of the others would view the situation as a chance to be able to do something 'cool' or 'heroic'. God knows he would have felt the same if he was the same age as them. But he was going to have none of that. He was betting that he was probably the eldest, especially after hearing that they were all from the forum he frequently visited when not training: DCW. He felt compelled to look after them, as ironic as that sounds especially after being one-upped humiliatingly by a stranger shorter than him. Before he could press his point further, the skeleton of a man was nowhere to be found. Of course he'd vanish into thin aair after giving an ominous speech. He almost hit himself for not expecting that that would happen. 'DCW, huh? I have a pretty clear idea of who kicked me then. And I could probably do educated guesses about who's who.' Warren thought, rubbing his chin in thought, failing to notice the blaring ringtone coming from his right pocket. The fourth ring seemed to do the trick, realizing that calls were meant to be picked up. Smiling apologetically to the people around him, he turned away and listened to the other voice on the other end. It was his manager, screaming bloody murder and utilizing his entire vocabulary to shower Warren with verbal lashings about his irresponsibility. After muttering sorry every after few seconds and bowing as if the manager could see him, the call finally got cut off. He would have a lot of explaining to do when got back to training. Justifying skeleton men and his orders to interrupt a heist by a renowned thief would definitely be a tall order. He faced the group once again, who were now apparently listing off what they could offer. It dawned on him that he's basically now in a roleplaying-game. With his luck, the best role he could get was that of a villager and that basically meant he could sway around in the background and have the occasional irrelevant lines such as, 'Are you serious?' or 'That building is really tall'. Slapping on a smile, he walked over to them. He cleared his throat and raised his right hand yet again, a slight dusting of pink dancing on his cheeks as he felt some pairs of eyes look at him. "I think we should start by introducing ourselves. I mean, formally. It looks like we'd be together for quite a bit so might as well break the ice, right? I'm Warren, Ren-kun is my username from the forums, and it's a pleasure to meet you all in person!" The last part came off a bit too enthusiastically, the pitch of his voice taking a jump. "A-anyway, we should think about this more. It's fine to be determined since we don't have much of a choice but we should have a plan, at least." He conveniently skipped enumerating his skills. Playing musical instruments and cooking, while potentially good distractions, weren't meant to be used in an action-oriented setting.

(( Sorry for the inactivity! I'll be posting in a couple of hours. ^^))

Gave a rep to all the drawings. The Akai one got me saying wow out loud.

But Chihiro's not me. DCW's Mathlete.

This made me smile. Great job!

DCW's Plot Thickener.

"B-brat?" Warren stammered in a barely audible voice, trying his best to choke down the lump that was forming on his throat because of the pain. His eyes were already moist and stinging from the tears that began to well up, making him look every bit of the 'man' he wanted to be. On a span of just under two minutes, three people have scurried over to the scene and were voicing out their concern. The first two were, at least with the third extremely youthful-looking girl preferring to stay by the sidelines and just spectate. Clutching his stomach, Warren struggled to poise himself up to a sitting position in a feeble attempt to salvage any shred of his quickly disintegrating dignity. But of course, true to the unspoken vow of the universe to humiliate him at any given turn, it wasn't that easy. A lone newspaper fluttered about, seemingly just riding the wind randomly.There was nothing unusual about it. Papers tend to do that. Basic logic, however, dictates that it should have been impossible for the sheets of paper to abruptly halt in midair and dive right into his face. But the newspaper did it anyway, convincing him that his body was now somehow made into a springboard for all intents and purposes. For a moment, only the gust of the wind could be heard. Warren bit his lower lip to restrain himself and the subsequent waterworks as he met the eyes of the audience that gathered out of nowhere. Legs sprawled on the dirt-laden ground, he shifted his gaze at the boy who hammered the final nail on the coffin of what should have been a blissful day for anime. He was about to confront him, or in Warren's words talk things through, but a pleasant female voice broke the silence. He wasn't actually sure if he could talk to someone who completely one-upped him without losing his composure so for that, she had his eternal gratitude. "...dai...joubu desu ka...?" The girl asked, sounding a bit hesitant but genuine concern was still present in her tone. "B-boku wa... gwenchanayo." He gulped, realizing that he just mishmashed two languages together. He cleared his throat to try again. "I mean I uh... I'm daijobu." He managed a small smile before handing over a loose page of the newspaper. He stood up and dusted himself off, facing the boy once more. "I'm sorry but... could you please tell me why you felt the need to nearly knock me out? Just so we're clear and all."