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Nikola Zielkov

"Mother Russia! I'm not that short!"

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a character in “Beverage Wars”, as played by ReaperGirl4

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Name: Nikola Zielkov
Nickname: Shot
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Love Interest: None
Role: Vodka
Appearance: Nikola is remarkably short. She could pretty much be classified as a midget.  She has short, almost boyish black hair and eerie violet eyes that seem to only hold only disinterest or anger. Her skin is pale, which matches her demeanor. She often wears dark clothes, mainly dresses. She also wears heavy black combat boots. 
Height: 4' 8"
Personality: Nikola is a quiet person. But not in the least bit weak. She is silent but deadly. Always watching others. Observing them. But the thing is, Nikola is in a constant state of drunkenness. This impairs her memory and coordination, often making her movements look sloppy. She'll often wake up not remembering where she is. But the drunkenness also makes her incredibly strong for one of her stature. She has a short temper as well. The one thing that sets it off is people calling her short. That is her number one pet peeve. But in reality, she's just self conscious. 

Likes: Strength, being alone, being quiet, her baseball bat, fighting, coffee

Dislikes: Flowers, "pussy drinks", memory loss, bugs, losing, weakness, being called short

Fears: Heights, losing, flies, losing important memories

Hobbies: Sleeping, baseball, boxing

Weapon: A baseball bat

Special Moves:
1. Drunken Fist- A skull-shattering punch, basically. Enhanced by her alcoholic blood. 
2. Slugger Smash (pun on "smashed", synonym for "drunk")- Baseball bat attack, also enhanced by the drunkenness. 
3. Intoxication- She can make anyone intoxicated on a variety of levels. It requires contact to the target's head, however. 

Specialty: Any kind of blunt object. Nikola can improvise. 

Catchphrases: 
"I'll be damned." 
"No one will find your body." 
"Mother Russia!"

History: Nikola grew up the youngest of the four Zielkov children, her older three siblings all being crazy boys. They were outgoing, attractive, charismatic. She was quiet, reserved, soft-spoken. Thus, she never had any true friends. She was always convinced that her being drunk would scare them away somehow. She'd do something stupid. So, she remained alone, content to not embarrass herself. She began baseball as a way to deal with stress. Despite her tendency to forget things, she never forgot how to play. After she got bored with that, she began boxing, being tutored by her oldest brother, the champion. She grew up close to her brothers, and never took any smack talk from others. Nikola has always been able to defend herself. 

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So begins...

Nikola Zielkov's Story

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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Kotone Ryokucha


The chattering of the crowd was loud and jumbled up in the dome-shaped newly remodeled stadium, the Nomimono Stadium. There were four platforms, each were empty and had four squares on them each. Meanwhile, underneath the stadium were a network of dressing rooms and rehearsal rooms. And under each platform was a group of four, and in the middle was the infamous idol, C.C. Lemon-tan, peppy and ready to go. Then suddenly, all the lights were turned off in the main stadium, silencing the chattering audience.

"Good morning everyoneee!" an obviously excited voice echoed throughout the stadium, most people recognizing it instantly. It was C.C. Lemon-tan's voice, and her platform was being raised up to the main stadium in the darkness. Handfuls of citzens shouted and clapped as the spotlight focused on the girl, and meanwhile, all of the other beverage groups were being raised into the stadium through the platforms in the darkness.

"Welcome to the once-a-decade Nomimono Beverage Wars! Let's begin by stating the rules!" she hopped in the air, and then pointed to the screens that hung above her, which flashed the rules as she read them aloud.

A girl, whose appearance is of a mature late teenager stood in the upper left square, her posture elegant and poised. Her hair was a reddish-brown, which was put in a taut bun, topped off by an oriental kanzashi. She wore a kimono that was a jade green, with a lotus pattern, and though her appearance is that of a mature young woman, her thoughts and personality were far different.

"This kimono is so uncomfortable! I want to go play at the pet store with the animals!" she whined under her breath. I wonder how Rose-chan is doing back there.. Koto turned around, peering at the slightly taller girl behind her, with the rose in her hair as usual.

"Psst! Rose-chan! Can we go to the Nomi Forest later?" she poked Subarashi Habuti's arm, hiding her face from the rest of the teas as usual. She then quickly returned to her elegant mode as the lights flashed on the Soda group, C.C. Lemon-tan introducing them to the audience. She glanced over at Coke, and recalled a few childhood memories, then pinched herself before nodding her head, her lotus kanzashi silently jingling. All the groups were expected to dress how they were viewed, the Teas had to wear kimonos, Alcohols were to be wearing their formal western clothing, Juices were to wear something fancy, yet nature-related, and the Sodas had to wear something fancy, but related to their company. How come we're the only ones who have to wear stuffy kimonos?! Koto pouted slightly, but was once again surprised by the spotlights flashing on the Alcohol group, C.C. Lemon-tan doing the introductions, but it's not as if Kotone actually paid attention this whole time. (Which means that whoever's in the Alcohol and Soda group, you can put your group's introduction in more detail.)

"Ah, we're next." she quietly muttered, peering up at Koucha Ishikawa, who was about a head taller than her. She stood, poised and refined, as usual and expected, and soon enough, the spotlights flashed upon her group.

"Next is the Tea group! The members being: the Green Tea, Kotone Ryokucha!" The square she stood on lit up, and she waved, then with the flick of her wrist, she pulled out her lotus kanzashi and tossed it into the audience behind. Her hair was released from the bun and was let out into maroon shiny waves. The crowd cheered as they did with the other groups, Kotone watching the shocked reactions of the elders in her clan in victory. How's that, you uptight geezers! C.C. Lemon-tan continued on, the next person to be introduced being Subarashi Habuti.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami Character Portrait: Akio Shinsei Sōda Character Portrait: Rue Furutsu
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SHINKO MISUTO


Shinko stood straight and poised with her head held high as the lights flashed at the Soda group. She donned a dress with an exotic green print displaying paisley and ombre going around the entire dress which is then overlaid with delicate emerald tulle. At the waistline, a lime green sash holds tight to her body and under it, a cute skirt that gave her easy access to move around in. Her hair was in a high ponytail with her infamous twin braids framing her face.

“The first group we have here is……. The Soda group!” Shinko was usually able to tolerate C.C. Lemon-tan but she was starting to put her in a bad mood for some reason today (she didn’t let the annoyance show- that’d be unprofessional of her). She didn’t know if it was her being extremely loud right now or if her heels were just making her uncomfortable. She highly doubt it was the latter, though, since her ears are a bit sensitive much to her liking.

The first to be introduced in the group was Coke. He cockily waved at the crowd with a smirk plastered on his face. So conceited… she thought to herself as chrome green orbs scanned the other groups before landing on Green Tea. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she skeptically looked back at Coke. She knew of his relationships with some of the female members of the Teas and she was starting to think that it’d be a hindrance in the future. We better not lose just ‘cause he has a soft spot for them, her eyes shifted towards June Tsugami. And I’ll just have to get along with this one, too, she almost cringed at the thought of working together with her rival but she knew that team work would have to be important if she wanted to win.

“Next of the Soda group, give it up for Sierra Mist, Shinko Misuto!” She then averted her gaze back to the crowd and waved with a small, polite grin as the spotlight shined upon on her. "Aww! Such cool beauty, ne?" After C.C Lemon-tan gave a high pitched giggle and moved on to the next group, her game face was suddenly on, intsantly going into her competitive mode. If any drinks are going to win, It'll be utter bullpiss if it isn't us Sodas.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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кιуσѕнι кσнαкυ~ нαкυ's heart thudded inside his chest as if threatening to burst out at any moment, right in front of the massive crowd. They weren't even looking at him yet - their attention was elsewhere - and he could already feel the speeding beat of the blood-pumping organ begin to hike up into his throat to choke him. He didn't do well with crowds, he never had. But at least the block in his throat wouldn't abstruct him - there was no speaking involved. That Idol girl was taking care of all the introductions. All he needed to do was stand there and look pretty. Looking cool was officially out of the question; he stood there in a stuffy, slightly feminine kimono with his hair straightened and pinned back on one side with a silver string tied in a bow, looking meek with his hands fingering the hem where the front of the kimono criss-crossed. The Kimono sported pale, delicate colors, with shimmering silver accents. The ensemble together with his pale skin and soft features gave him such a doll-like appearance, and his bright eyes and dark hair stood out with due emphasis. Even his fingernails sported a blue polish with silver metallic tips. He personally wasn't quite sure why he'd agreed on the particular style, and worried that it perhaps made him look too feminine, but it was too late now. He could only hope the moment of being on display would be quick, and he would be able to change soon enough. Even if he did like looking cute, this was excessive, and he felt like a collector's doll on display. Not to mention that this kimono buisiness was completely ridiculous in the first place; most teas originated from china, and were later distributed to other asian cultures and so on, so forth. But whatever. Steriotypes aside.

He watched as a couple other groups were introduced, each member giving their own little wave or smile. Depending on what they did, they seemed to either be trying to convey a certain attitude or just trying to be themselves. Maybe even just trying to leave a lasting impression. Sh*t, He thought, biting down on the inside of his lower lip, but catching himself just before breaking through the skin. What am i supposed to do? Just smile and wave? I don't wanna look stupid or anything, but they'll probably forget about me later on anyway.... Maybe it'll be okay...

Kohaku's hands clenched as the lights shined on the teas. Sh*t. This was it, wasn't it? Everyone was going to be staring and looking. Haku gave a quick glance around the group, biting his lip again and looking for any sort of slight glance of approval from any of his teammates. The others seemed so much more confident. If any one of their hearts were beating at half the pace of his, it certainly didn't show. His eyes landed on Koucha Ishikawa, a friend of his that he at least felt a little familiar to, and felt a small tinge of jealousy. The much taller boy was strong and confident, poised and... ready, at the very least. Haku felt quite the opposite; small and nervous and shy. He let his eyes drop once again, giving off a shakey sigh.

The spotlight dropped on Ryokucha Kotone, and the girl's introduction was nothing shy of outgoing and bold. Jealousy tinged again, but he tried to take a deep breath and gather himself at least slightly before the spotlight was on him.

The spotlight still caught him pretty off-guard.

"White Tea, Kiyoshi Kohaku!" the idol called out as the light hit him and he tried as hard as he could to swallow his heart back down into his chest. He blinked wide-eyed for a moment, but caught himself, and forced his expression into a sweet smile, giving a shy wave before quickly retreating back into his previous and shy position. As the polite applause (he assumed people were only clapping because they figured they had to) roared in a mixture of claps, giggles, and 'aww's, a light blush of embarrasment settled into his cheeks. "Aww, isn't he sweet?"

Haku bit his lower lip, tugging lightly at the hem of one of his sleeves and lowering his head a bit to hide the light embarrasment. This was almost worse than being forgotten about, or being boring. Now everyone thought he was cute; not that it hadn't been inevitable. He would simply need to buckle down and tolerate it, but he simply didn't care for all this attention. As if the crowd wasn't bad enough.

He took a deep breath of relief as the attention turned to the next person and could relax, even if it was only slightly. At least this would be over soon enough and he could change into something a little more comfortable, or, his own style at least. He wasn't quite sure the exact layout of rooming and such, but he hoped anyone within earshot of him didn't mind the violin. He had to do something to unwind, and the instrument normally calmed him down. The unfortunate part was, despite him being able to play the violin quite well, many of his sessions for thinking or unwinding resorted down to him mindlessly plucking the strings in a random and not-so-ear-pleasing order. Screw anyone who complained, of course, because he found the action necessary. And yet..... it could go on for hours. Well, depending on how many people would be saddled with hearing the abnoxious noise, he figured he'd try to make the length of the session shorter. Very considerate.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran
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Takara Chardonnay


Takara watched the other groups with much amusement, and delight. It been awhile since she seen the other drinks, and the ideas of parties just kept getting in her way. But she had to focus, as soon as the spotlight hit the alcohol group, she struck a simple pose. Takara ran her fingers through her hair, flipping it a bit in a prideful, yet graceful movement. Beaming a smile, she stood there wearing her expensive business suit, hands gripping her slender hips, giving an air of intelligence. "Now we have the... Alcohol group!" The infamous C.C shouted, cuing the crowds claps and cheers. "Heh~" She giggles, waving, while watching the spotlight shine on the others.

Their reaction's were priceless, some were nervous, fidgeting and biting their lower lip while some just didn't give a damn. Ryokucha was a little pretty example. "Can't wait till the party starts, neh Nikolia...?" Takara spoke, her voice filled with excitement. Taking a glance at her little "family", she watched Beer wave off to the crowd, blowing and sending off kisses and winks. While wine, the player, just smirked, causing the women in the crowd to swoon. Though this didn't affect her one bit, her heart was filled with so much joy and happiness that nothing could ruin it at the moment.

'Now to grab some attention...' She scanned the crowd and saw millions of eyes just passing her by or glancing at her, so taking advantage of such attention, she began to wink, sending the crowd wild. She couldnt let this oppurtunity to pass right? So jumping up in the air, she cheers, her true personality revealing, the party-obsessed, happy girl. "We are going to win!" Takara declares, flipping the hair from her face, leaving it in a slightly crazy position. After this whole thing was over, takara swore that she would party to the night fell, and sun rose. Besides a party is perfect for any occasion. She giggles, waving a bit more, her face flushed cutely, and her hair messy from the excitement. But as she does so, her eyes caught the familar face of a red head. Takara focus her teal eyes down at the group and blinks. Takashi, aka cranberry juice, the known wine look alike or some would say, long-lost brothers. Her eyes soften but she shook it off.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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Takashi Kuran


A pair of pale scarlet orbs scanned the area as the platforms were raised, humming a playful tune under his breath. Being one of the most hyper-active and party-loving people you will ever have the pleasure of meeting, Takashi's been the one who attracts the attention of almost any crowd. As he's always said, "The more the merrier,". The redhead quietly whistled to himself while he stumbled along the platform, softly nudging his fellow Juices along the way just for the heck of it. He then stopped as C.C. Lemon-tan's voice rang out and introduced the first group.

Giving a hearty laugh at Coke's usual naive cocky attitude, as the introductions took place, Takashi had a bright smile on his face, that is until his gaze fell on none other than his so called 'twin', Wine. The baby-faced Kuran's face dropped faster than a heartbeat, but quickly composed himself when he felt the eyes of the massive audience burn holes through his body. Tearing his eyes away from the look-alike, Takashi fidgeted with the tie that seemed to tighten around his neck. The redhead never actually hated Wine, in fact the two used to be the best of friends, until one day Wine just turned his back on him and fell into the world of players and popularity. It didn't help that every time someone saw his back, they automatically assumed he was the Alcohol. Shaking himself from the reverie, Kuran suddenly felt a new pair of eyes fall on him, and not just another one of the hundreds of the audience either, this pair felt... different. Turning to face the Alcohol group completely, he found the eyes of none other than the 'Champ' herself, Takara. A beam of light suddenly fell upon the girl and Takashi just as quickly snapped back to face the other way.

Wearing a red, flower-printed tux vest, with a plain white collared shirt underneath, while a bright, heat-packed spot light occasionally shining down on you, really turned up your body temperature. Takashi also had a pair of freshly polished dress shoes and black slacks to match. Finally, the spot light froze on the four members of the Juice group.

"And here we have the group of never-ending enthusiasm, the Juices!" C.C. Lemon's voice instantly grappled Takashi's attention. The spotlight raining down on their Leader-figure, Orange. After the man's self action to grant himself some attention, the light stuck itself onto Takashi. "And here we have the twin of Wine himself," That brought down Takashi's ego more than he let show on his face, but forced a bitter smile on before it could be caught by more people than he would want. "Takashi Kuran!" The red head puffed out his cheeks and made a peace sign towards the audience. He would usually be against exploiting his 'baby-face', but this was a special occasion and they needed to rile up the crowd to be on their side. The action sent a rippling wave of shrieks through the females in the crowd while the males simply chuckled at the childish motion. After we win this, I don't want anybody to mistake me for him.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami Character Portrait: Akio Shinsei Sōda Character Portrait: Rue Furutsu
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Kotone Ryokucha


Koto twitched slightly as one of her curly waves of hair was poking her neck, which bothered her quite a lot, as it would most people. She quickly flicked it off in a split second, hoping that no one was watching her, and then felt a certain pair of eyes on her. She carefully redirected her vision to Coke, who was staring at her, and then suddenly looked away. He scoffed from afar, running his hand through his hair. The kimono-clad girl questioned his actions, since he had been acting like he'd known her for a long time since she had returned from the extreme training, oh well, she can just ask Rose. She stood silently, and slipped her hands into her kimono sleeves, at first groping for the tiny, fluffy, yet slightly worn, rabbit plushie. She fiddled around with it to pass the time and to warm her lukewarm fingers. Agh! How long will this take?! This stadium scares me since it speeds up your lukewarming rate by ten..! I wanna go play with the animals in the Nomi forest...

After the introductions, C.C. Lemon-tan took a swig of her drink, and then winked to the crowd, as attention-grabbing as ever, isn't she?

"Okay~! Now, everyone, I announce the Nomimono 137th Beverage Wars, official! It will be on TV and live here, at the stadium, Every Friday, and the times will the announced two days prior to the tournament! Thank you all for coming and watching the opening ceremony! Now we shall mark this with the traditional...." C.C. Lemon-tan paused, raising her arms in suspense, "Celebratory Nomimono Exclusive Party! Now will all V.I.P.s please go through the gold doors on the south wing and flash your ID!" she gestured towards the golden double doors packed with beefy men who have a scanning device in one hand, a tazer in the other. I bet if they didn't have those tazers, then they couldn't stand a chance against me, or nee-chan! Now, all I have to do is sneak out during the the whole chaos with people leaving and all and then I can go play! she thought optimistically to herself, smiling ever so slightly.

"Okay, now will all beverage contestants please leave and get dressed for the party?" C.C. Lemon-tan for once, stood still and smiled like she should have in the first place. Koto silently stepped down the stairs of the platform and quickly went to her dressing room, sprinting through the last few halls and then quickly slamming the door shut behind her back and sliding down in relief.

"AHH! This kimono is so freaking stuffy!" she recklessly threw off the endless layers of clothing and tossed it onto a chair, her tone of voice was childish and a more higher pitch. She was just about to slip on her shorts until she heard some rustle. Koto quickly slipped on the lavender shorts and white tee, grabbing a dagger in case. She put on her elegant mask once again, changing her tone of voice completely.

"Who is there? It is quite rude to interrupt the Ryokucha heir in her dressing room." She ran her finger across the shiny, scrubbed blade as she corrected her posture immediately. A familiar figure emerged from the wardrobe.

"Ah, Koto-sama, you are as sharp as usual." her clothing attendant chuckled, holding a blue kimono to change into. Koto grimaced, and then held the blade towards the woman's neck. She held a glass bottle in front of the woman's face, and sprayed a secret memory-erasing concoction in her face which erases the victim's memories of the past five minutes. Koto swiftly pushed the woman back into the wardrobe and sat on the chair, discreetly hiding away the blade as the woman snapped out of the ten second trance that followed afterwards. Ha, as long as the family secret medicine is in my hands, I can be myself easily, just as long as no one remembers, which can only be achieved by drinking the 'blood' of the Ryokucha... I don't think anyone will be getting to my blood at least. But sadly, it's immune to the Ryokucha themselves.

"Come on out, Asami-san, I know you're there." The same woman emerged from the wardrobe, chuckling, and then held the same kimono in her hand.

"As sharp as usual, Koto-sama, but unfortunately for you, the family has already predicted you escaping, so they sent me. Now be obedient and put it on." the woman removed Koto's clothing and and slipped on the first piece of robing.

"No, I refuse, unless I get to wear western clothes, I will not go and will be going outside." the girl slapped away the attendant's hand and tossed away the robe. The woman smirked and took out her attendant's earpiece, calling one of the elders. Koto sat there, grinning in victory, and poked at her plushie.

"Yes. Yes 'mam. I'll tell her that. Okay, have a great evening." the woman clicked the earpiece, followed by a thud at the delivery chute. She walked over to there and opened it, taking out and opening a box.

"Here you go, o-jou-sa-ma." she said, passing the box over, her tone of voice had a slight mix of irritation in it, well, who wouldn't? It's either get fired of follow the brat's every beck and call. Koto bitterly put on the outfit, even though it was western style, she just hated parties that were formal. She looked at herself in the mirror and waved at the attendant.

"You can leave now, after all, I do keep my promises." the attendant quickly left, and Koto grinned at the stylish and cute outfit she wore in the mirror. She grabbed the leg strap and strapped it under the skirt, equipping a few blades. She stared at her faithful katana from her sister and then regretfully left it in her kimono for the attendants to put away. She threw on a soft black scarf to drape around her arms and then set off to the party, heading to the sleek two-seated Benz that her family had prepared, just to show off. She looked around and sighed after the coast was clear.

"My family, showing off to the max, especially to the Ishikawa family. The elders are so competitive with them.. Oh well, I'm just their puppet anyways. I'll be fighting for you, nee-chan! And then afterwards, I can play with the animals! Yay!" she did a little spin as she happily held the white bunny plush in her right palm.

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Takara beamed at the thought of a party. "Knew it~" She chirped knowingly, before jumping off the plate form with ease and grace. But before she left, she glanced at Takashi, and then the others such as lemonade wondering something. While doing so, her eyes flashed with an uncertain emotion. But as soon as she realized it herself, she shook it off and glomped a nearby Wine. "Winnnnee~ Lets go to the party together ne?" Wine merely glanced at her, and nods with a scoff, slipping away from the girls grasp forcefully. And as soon as he was free, he just walked off, attending to his pack of ladies. But Takara could only watch, a sad smile replacing her bright one. She loved Wine..or did she? "I-I'm confused.." she whines, holding her head, but she noticed where she was at. Not wanting anyone to see her like this, she started to skip off casually yet "cheerfully" to the dressing rooms. "Come On Nikola~" Takara called out, knowing she will enjoy the thought of less attention.
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"Oh you arrived Ms.Chardonnay." Takara giggles, and did a little curtsy, which only made the dresser giggle. "As energetic as ever... now what do you want to wear? Any preferences?"
Takara simply blinks and beams once more. "Something bright, oh and something loose!" This made the dresser raise a brow at her. "Loose..? What in the heavens name for..?"
"You know for fights and such!" "Oh...." The dresser sighed in relief, blushing at her dirty thoughts. "Well alright, I think I got something for you Ms.Chardonnay." Within minutes, a simple white, strapless dress, which reached her knee, was placed in front of her. The ends of this dress were slightly ruffled up, and a diamond-encrusted chain was loosely fixed onto the waist, dangling from its sides. It was simple,yet exactly what she was looking for. Slipping it on, she twirled around to display the wonderful dress. "As always, you pick the most wonderful dresses Ms.Tamaka~!"
"on the contrary my dear, your the one who makes the dress dazzle, but nevertheless, thank you.." The dresser now introduced as Ms.Tamaka replied softly. "Oh and here are some accessories which were worn by your mother..." Takara's smile tightened at the word "mother" but her smile was still there. The dresser peers up at her, and brought out a glass container. Opening it, it revealed a necklace, a couple actually. One caught her eye though. It was a Diamond necklace, and it was awfully pretty... "I want to wear... this one~!" She took out the necklace of choice carefully, and placed it on. "Ah here are the matching earrings.." The earrings appear to be tear drops, and they were followed by smaller ones. She thanks the dresser, and placed on the earrings with ease. "You look beautiful, just like your mother...yes your mother was a beauty..." Takara stares into the mirror and nods slowly. "Yeah..."
Noticing her change of mood, Ms. Tamaka quickly changed the subject. "O-oh yes make-up!"
"Make it simple okay~?" Ms.Tamaka nodded, and like a ninja, she swiftly applied the simple and basic types of makeup which were on hand. A little blush there, mascara, eyeshadow and lip stick. "Finished, now here have a look." Takara peers into the mirror and nods with a bright smile. "Thank you~"

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The next thing she knew was a smaller, much quieter space. A dressing room. Her dressing room. There was a vanity, obviously recently polished with gold vines twisting about the frame of the mirror. She sat upon the small velvet-covered bench and looked at herself in the mirror, and really took in what she saw: a small, plain girl who looked nothing less than emotionless. Her eyes, upon further inspection, betrayed a hint of confusion and apprehension. She was quite obviously not meant for the spotlight. Looking longer, Nikola saw that the girl's eyelids were slightly dropped, and her small lips parted a fraction as though she were fatigued, like she was on the verge of unconsciousness every moment. 

A sharp rap on the door ripped Nikola's undivided attention from the figure in the mirror and she whipped her head around to look at the door, otherwise remaining motionless. Several more pounds followed, putting visible stress on the door. Nikola clenched her fists and her body prepared itself for a fight. Just as she was about to rise and kick down the door herself, a familiar male voice called out to her.

"Niko?"

Then another, but this sounded more like two voices rather than one.

"Nikolaaaaaaaaaaaa~"


A sleepy smile crept across her features as she replied softly, "Come in." At once, the door was opened and in rushed two dark-haired males similar in build and facial features, followed by a third, this one taller and much more composed. 

The first two picked her up off the bench and wrapped her in an enthusiastic embrace as the third closed the door. "That was awesome!" the two chimed in unison and released her. Nikola's face lit up at the blatant joke. "Thanks, assholes." She rolled her eyes and playfully punched her twin brothers in turn. 

The third young man stepped forward to dwarf Nikola with a hug of his own. "What Alexei and Mikhail mean to say," he began, planting a kiss to her forehead. "is that they're proud of you for holding your ground. So am I, Niko." He released her, and she noticed a  slim white box in the corner. Before she could inquire as to what it contained, the twins picked it up and removed the contents. It was... a dress. Unlike the ones she was used to wearing. This one was... red. A rich cherry shade that she could not picture herself wearing at all, not in a million years. 

"Whaddya think?" asked Alexei, unless it was Mikhail.

"Sexy, huh?" piped Mikhail, or maybe it was Alexei.

Nikola flushed a bright red almost the same shade as the dress and Sasha sighed as the twins laughed in gleeful mischief. The eldest made a disappointed grunt. "I knew I shouldn't have let you two pick... For the love of God, you twits! She's not trying to look like some party animal skank!"

The twins pouted childishly. "She has to come out of her shell sometime," said one of them, Nikola was sure it was Alexei, as he often spoke first. "Yeah," concurred Mikhail. "Better a skank than an emo. Besides, the thing's not that short. Try it on!" The two said the last part in unison, thrusting the dress into her arms and hustling her behind a screen, where they waited patiently for her to figure out how to put it on. Once she did, she stepped out from behind the screen and the twins ushered her to the vanity. They sat her down, and the next few minutes were a blur to her. She felt shoes slipped onto her feet and makeup applied to her features. She was at last sprayed with some perfume that smelled of some exotic flower and the was bid to rise again. On her way to the full-length mirror, she discovered the shoes were flats, and she was thankful; she wouldn't have lasted a minute in heels. As she was thrust in front of the mirror, Nikola had to stifle a gasp at the new girl she saw. 

Dark eyeshadow was dusted across her eyelids, as well as blush across her cheeks. Crimson lipstick had been applied as well, and all together the colors were in so much contrast to her pallor that the girl before her looked not like a living creature, but a porcelain doll. The dress fit her better than she'd imagined, albeit a little too... revealing for her liking. The thin red straps were crossed in the back but not in the front, leaving a bare neck and the area just below her collarbone exposed. Moving down, she noted how tight it hugged the form of her torso. She was surprised she hadn't even noticed the matching gloves that were now covering her arms from her elbows. Her knees were skimmed by the end of the dress, leaving the rest of her legs bare until the ruby red flats that clad her small feet.

"I don't like it," Nikola said simply after her thorough inspection.

Alexei and Mikhail grinned at her side. "We know," they chimed. "But you'll just have to deal." They adopted twin pouts and one of them said indignantly, "Do you know how much trouble we went through to find this outfit?" The other followed with, "And do you know how hard it was to get into a girl's dressing room? We practically had to beg!" But they stepped aside as Sasha came forward, indicating Nikola spin around, and she did. At last, he placed his hands lightly on both of her slender shoulders. "Show them," he said, looking deep into her violet eyes. "That you can pull this off. We have faith in you, Niko." Her oldest brother smiled. "And pretty soon, you'll be kicking their asses like there's no tomorrow." With that, he planted a quick peck on both her rosy cheeks and left the room. The twins followed suit, waving goodbye before they disappeared as well, leaving the confused, dismayed Nikola alone. 

She watched the closed door for about a minute after they left, then at last she sank to her knees and curled up, hugging her knees to her chest, in the corner of the room. She did not cry, as she had not done so for as long as she could remember. Instead, she remained silent as a shadow, fixing her seemingly blank gaze on the wall, dreading what was to come, but knowing she had to bear it anyway.

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Nikola wasn't aware of how long she'd been sitting curled up in the corner, but it seemed to be long enough. Wait... why am I so dressed up like this? she wondered frantically after coming back down to earth. Party. Of course. But it must be a special party, I think, to be dressed in such a way. Gross. She stood up and sighed, eyelids heavy and drooped slightly. Nikola straightened the dress with frustrated vigor, as though she could somehow make it longer. Once she realized her efforts were in vain, she realized she had no choice now but to begin making her way to the party. 

Navigating the hallways was quite difficult; Nikola had to stop a few times and lean against the wall for support. She felt slightly dizzy and weak. The last thing she wanted to be doing was moving at all. But it was not her decision to make. After an agonizing eternity of what should be but a simple task, Nikola finally reached the front door and managed to exit the place without assistance. She knew her brothers had left, and had been vaguely wondering how she'd get to the restaurant. However, as soon as she saw the familiar face and her obvious escort, she'd much rather have walked.

A tall woman stood by a sleek obsidian Jaguar, clad in an evening dress shaded similarly to Nikola's own, her black hair piled atop her head in a professional, no-nonsense bun. Her narrowed, dark eyes scanned the place, most likely making mental note of every small detail that happened to displease her, even in the slightest. Nikola slowed as she approached the middle-aged woman, and when eye contact was at last made, she felt her alcoholic blood freeze over. The woman looked her over with unnerving scrutiny, making Nikola feel more self-conscious and exposed than before. At last, the woman shattered the uncomfortable silence between them.

"Your mother charged me with the task of escorting you to your party. Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend myself, as I have other matters that need my attentions," her voice was cold with obvious disapproval, and Nikola inclined her head slightly.

"Of course, Auntie Mameha," Nikola replied. Her mother's eastern friend nodded a bit in slight approval of the title, western as it was. Upon the silent bidding of a gesture from her "aunt", Nikola climbed into the back seat and the door was shut soundly behind her. She wondered idly if this was what prisoners felt on their way to an execution. Other thoughts were chased from her mind as Mameha entered the car and took the wheel. Nikola was slightly puzzled, as she had assumed one such as Mameha would've had someone to drive for her. She disregarded it. It was none of her concern. In a matter of moments, they were maneuvering through the streets of Inryo. 

There was more silence and a palpable tension between the two for the first part of the drive. Then, as they rounded a corner, Mameha spoke. "That's quite an outfit you have on there, Nikola."

Nikola looked up suddenly from where she had kept her eyes on her gloved hands in her lap, as the bright lights of the city often gave her headaches. She hesitated a bit before answering, "It... it was chosen by my brothers."

Mameha gave a disdainful sniff, and Nikola felt a heat in her palms as she curled her hands into fists. "I can only assume it was those twins," she scoffed, and Nikola wanted desperately to punch her in her made-up face. "Sasha would never have selected such a thing for his sister to wear. After all, you are representing your family...." And, inadvertently, me. Nikola silently finished the woman's sentence. 

"Yes..." Nikola replied through gritted teeth, her nails digging into her palm and threatening to tear through her scarlet gloves. Not that she cared. 

She saw the woman's superior, lipsticked smile in the mirror. "You seem tense, darling," she commented, eyes gleaming with mischievous mirth. Nikola wondered what the odds were of a car accident. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down a bit before answering. Mameha had called her "darling". She called the twins "darlings". She hated the twins. Nikola forced a small, insincerely-sincere smile to her face. "I'm just excited, that's all, Auntie."

The despised woman's smirk didn't falter, much to Nikola's chagrin. "I'm very pleased to hear that, darling. Nothing like enthusiasm to get the blood flowing. I'm sure you'll do fine." Mameha's voice oozed fake sincerity and adoration. Nikola felt she might be sick. "Ah, here we are, darling," the woman said as she pulled up to the elegant hotel, Nikola's final destination the restaurant within.

She stepped out of the Jaguar, all but slamming the door behind her. Mameha rolled the darkly-tinted window down halfway. "Good luck, darling. Heaven knows you'll need it." With a satisfied, devious snicker, the window slid back up and the car pulled away from the sidewalk, and Nikola found herself alone yet again. Although this time, she was unfathomably relieved. 

Nikola turned to face the hotel and made her way, quivering slightly, inside. At once, she was amazed at how ornate the place was. She'd never seen anything quite like it in her seventeen years. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling for the most part, admiring the meretricious chandeliers. She found them particularly fascinating. However, her admiration was cut short by people hurrying here and there, and her natural preference to avoid others. So, she kept her head as low as possible and walked as steadily as she could to where the largest crowd of people were heading, although there weren't many. She assumed that was the direction of the restaurant. 

Halfway, she stopped. What am I doing? I don't wanna go in there... Her bare shoulders quivered slightly and she looked around almost desperately for something to do. If not for the outfit and make up, she may have appeared to be a lost child. Nikola felt a churning in her stomach. She didn't feel too well. What with the party, Mameha's sudden appearance, and her talks of "representing her family" and such, plus the intimidation of the grand setting, all Nikola wanted to do was go somewhere were she could be alone. Not that that was going to happen any time soon. Her frantic gaze locked on a few chairs along one wall of the lobby. Swaying on her feet slightly, Nikola made her way to them. Once again, she was grateful for the flats.

She sat down quickly, suddenly realizing how stressed her legs actually were. Nikola sighed and held her head in her hands, the heels of her hands pressed against her forehead and her glove-clad fingers intertwined with her dark bangs. Along with her general mood, her temper in particular was in rapid decline. She was rigid and tense, yet confident that a few moments of sitting down would help her regain her mental and physical equilibrium. 

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June’s arrival at the front entrance was indicated by the sharp squeal of a car coming to a sudden halt. Street lights flickered over his silver carriage as the passanger doors snapped open, revealing June’s relaxed figure. “Thank you for the ride” He nodded at his driver prior to stepping out of out the car. Before he could take another step, June was instantly mobbed by a crowd of reporters. To the simple bypasser, it looked as though the cameras loved him.

“Mr Sprite!”

“What are your plans for the forthcoming tournament?”

“Do you have any predictions for what’s in store?”

“Mr Tsugami! They say you have ties to the gangs, is this true?”

“Any words on your plans?”

June smiled fluidly, his relaxed composure seemingly enough to reduce the onslaught of questions to a mere trickle, like a dam in a river. “There’s no need to answer these questions” He began, a nonchalant tone as he waved off the camera flashes “Surprises will be more exciting for the audience that way”

Black shoes skidded against the polished floor as June stepped through the doorway, relieved to finally be inside. His green hair swayed under oddly hues projected by the stained glass chandelier as his fedora hat was removed from the tip of his head. June looked entirely comfortable with his surroundings. Something about the combination of his classy attire and his young looks seemed to go hand in hand with the fancy ambiance of the lobby room.

A flustered attendant hurried forwards to retrieve his coat and hat. She bowed politely before disappearing in a side room, leaving him in simple black trousers with a belt strap suspended over a white shirt. His sharp eyes observed his surroundings for a moment before locking onto the restaurant area and the tables lined with warm food. He licked his lips, “Target acquired”.

On his way there, June noticed a small, rigid figure inhabiting one of the chairs lining the beige lobby walls. His brows sank into a frown as he recognised her as one of the alcohols, although the name eluded his memory. Sitting there with her short black hair distraughtly wrapped around her hands, so frail and lonely, she looked just like a porcelain doll. June was surprised she was alone, most other men would’ve come running to assist her out of sheer sympathy.

His attention was immediately drawn to the enticing smell of roasted meat and succulent sea food. June couldn’t help but smile. The restaurant seemed eerily quiet, especially with the vast quantity of food and drinks, meaning he'd have first pick. Embracing the opportunity, he set about filling a plate.

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Koucha Ishikawa


"Good evening, Ishikawa-san. Or should I just call you Kou since we'll be allies?" The Ishikawa raised an eyebrow at the rather bold (Pun) statement. He simply stared at the girl for a moment, observing her calm, and elegant personality, the polar opposite of the optimistic voice he heard mere moments before. Hachiru peeked his head out from the driver's seat questioningly at the delay, before the violet haired male simple nodded; signalling it was alright. Sliding into the seat and mumbling his farewell to the fellow Tea, Koucha watched in slight amusement as the girl strode up to him.

"You didn't happen to hear me earlier, did you? If you did, keep it a secret. Well, it's not as if you, an Ishikawa will actually listen to a Ryokucha. If you do happen to let my secret out, be prepared to be my enemy on the field too. Later, Kou-cha-san." Koucha suppressed a chuckle as the girl threatened him, before difficultly shutting the car door and making her way to her own car. "Isn't that Miss Kotone, of the Ryokucha, Koucha-sama?" Hachiru asked, wearing a playful smile. "Yes," Koucha replied, before smirking; watching as the girl snatch the keys from her own driver. "Hachiru, you know I respect you, yes?" He quickly asked his chauffer. "O-of course, Koucha-sama." The male responded, suddenly curious about the sudden question. Koucha watched intently as the brunette Tea slipped into her own car. "Then with all due respect..." The Ishikawa said, gazing at his fellow Tea's car; in which the windows were rolling down. "Get out." He deadpanned, snapping his gaze onto his long time driver.

"W-what?" In a swift movement, Koucha swung the driver's door open from the inside, gave his driver a firm shove to make him stumble out of the car, and lunged into the driver's seat himself as Kotone flashed her driver what appeared to be some kind of card. By the time the Ishikawa had slammed the door back into place, and snapped his seat belt on, he saw the twin lights of Ryokucha's Benz swerving away onto the road. Without a second of hesitation, he drove off after her which, with his car's acceleration, didn't take very long.

Tapping his fingers patiently on the steering wheel, Koucha embraced the precious silence that he's been missing the last few days ever since he started this competition. Moving into the right lane to make the exit, he watched in slight curiosity as Kotone abruptly switched into the correct lane, just barely making the exit before driving in himself. Squinting slightly, he noticed the brunette had an arm bent to her head and automatically assumed she was on the phone when he caught a glimpse of her talking. Continuing to drive, the Ishikawa glanced into his rear view mirror only to see the same black and silver Lamborghini, he saw a while ago, trailing behind him. While taking glances from the road to the rear view mirror, Koucha could've sworn he saw a head of silver in the car.

Thinking back, he knew he had seen someone with silver hair from before. Raising his eyebrows in recognition, Koucha made the connection. That Sierra Mist girl... He never did absorb her name completely, remembering how he was slightly distracted by his best friend's fidgetiness.

Slightly side tracked by the thought of Kiyoshi, Koucha realized he had trailed behind from Ryokucha, who was now making her way into the building. Driving into the valet quickly, and tossing the keys to an over-excited valet boy who seemed to drool over the car, with a firm, "Get a scratch on it, and I will kill you,". Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the roar of the media who seemed to gather from nowhere. Pelting him with questions, he simply gave them a small smile before replying, "I apologize, I am needed elsewhere,".

His polished, black leather dress shoes, made a soft sound as he took quick strides into the lobby of said establishment. Scanning the area for the brunette, he found himself deserted only hearing a distant ring! of the elevators. The violet haired Ishikawa heir decided to take his time and wait for the others, especially Kiyoshi, to arrive. Making his way to the restaurant where the party is said to be held. There, Koucha found Tsugami filling up a plate and a rather unbalanced, wobbly figure of what he had concluded to be Nikola, of the Alcohol group.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Ishikawa decided to approach the rather tiny female as she planted herself onto one of the chairs lining the wall, conducting that simply ignoring her would be rude. Not to mention, that he had to start gathering data and information about the other groups to have an advantage on the battle field.

"Excuse me, Zielkov-chan, you seem rather groggy," He started, his hands in his slack's pockets, "Is there something wrong?"

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"Excuse me, Zielkov-chan, you seem rather groggy. Is there something wrong?" The male voice ripped Nikola from her task of adjustment and reassurance. First, her mind was distracted by what he said. "Chan"? What the bloody hell does "chan" mean? I should know this... F*ck! I can't remember! Oh. Wait. What did he say? Duh. "Is something wrong?" Okay. Well. Respond, dammit! Confident her inner raging crankiness due to the surroundings wouldn't show in her speech, Nikola sighed inwardly and looked up.

Sweet Mother Russia, he looks like Sasha! Nikola took a moment to study the young man's face, quickly noting several differences between him and her oldest brother. She was about to mentally list them again before remembering that she had a question to answer. She blinked a few times before finally answering. She didn't plan on lying, at least about this subject in particular. "Yeah, actually. I don't like... There's too many..." Nikola struggled to explain why she was feeling like crap at the moment at least a little accurately. "I'm not a... party person. That's all..." She'd planned on using his name, but she quickly realized that she had no idea what it was. It was true, unfortunately, that Nikola's short-term memory was inadequate, making her terrible with names especially. It starts with an... A? No, no no no... Is he a soda? No, I think he's a tea. Does that even matter right now? What's his name??? At that moment, it struck her that whoever he was, he was an opponent. Or at least, he would be. As such, she resolved to tell him as little as possible. He looked smart, and that in itself was a threat. Nikola struggled to keep herself from clenching her fists. The last thing she wanted was to display a blatantly aggressive gesture, though a part of her was riled up like an angry cat. He was an enemy to the alcohols. Ergo, she was p*ssed off, at least slightly.

However, a larger part of her reasoned that it couldn't hurt to be somewhat polite. He had, after all, approached her first. Whether out of genuine concern or the opportunity to potentially gain valuable information, he'd still come over. He sounded pretty decent. So wasn't it only fair to be decent in return? So, Nikola humored her better judgement. Instead of gauging how much damage a chair to his head would do, she formed her next words.

"I'm so sorry; I don't know your name..." she trailed off and massaged a temple while she watched the man she was certain was a tea.

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Fiddling with his phone, the red head made his way to the entrance, humming a soft tune under his breath. Looking up, Takashi found himself in the middle of a small squabble. His pale scarlet orbs widened as he saw a glimpse of a brunette before the sleek Benz drove off with a practically brand-new looking Bugatti launching off after it; ejecting a man along its way. The man rolled onto the road with a more concerned rather than angry shout of, "Koucha!". Afterwards, a black and silver Lamborghini slowly strolled after the other two luxury cars. Whistling to himself at the strange situation, he slowly made his way to his own Camry that pulled up in front. Unlike almost all the other contestants, he wasn't very rich, but still managed thanks to the support of his parents. Hopping into his car, he drove off to the destination humming a more upbeat tune.

Arriving at the five star hotel the party was said to be at, Takashi pulled up beside the valet service and handed the valet boy his keys with his trademark grin. "Thank you for the service!" He called as he made his way to the building where he suddenly noticed the swarming amount of media. He burst out into a full grin at the immense attention but made his way moderately into the building. Looking around at the impressive lobby, Takashi let out a wolf whistle that echoed through the domes in the ceiling. While in this rather impressed state, a woman walked up to him with a questioning expression.

"Excuse me, sir?" She called stepping up to him. "Yes?" He replied, still examining the lobby. "There is a private party here this evening, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," She responded. The Kuran froze mid-breath and instantly snapped his full attention to the woman. "Did I go to the whole five star hotel?" He mumbled to himself, looking around. Spotting a familiar tall violet haired figure talking to an equally familiar tiny figure, he knew he was in the right place. Takashi looked back at the woman with a confused expression before realizing that the way he held himself; being obviously impressed with a five star restaurant while the others, who, like mentioned before, are extremely rich, and most likely accustomed to this kind of environment.

"I'm Takashi Kuran, of the Juices," He introduced himself. The woman gave him an incredulous stare before recognizing his face. "O-oh I'm sorry sir, I di-" Takashi gave the woman a reassuring grin. "No harm done, I know I probably don't look like I'm supposed to be here, I'm actually surprised not more people notice I'm different from most of the others," He said with a soft chuckle, "I guess I'm supposed to go over there?" He asked, pointing to the restaurant area he saw the other two contestants from before. "Yes, go right ahead and enjoy yourself Kuran-sama," She said bowing to him a few times, before making her way back to the counter.

Making his way to the restaurant, he whistled softly at the amount of food on display. Grabbing a plate with almost comical speed, he filled up the plate with the food from the feast.

I could get used to this...

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Koucha simply gazed at the rather tiny female in slight amusement as she appeared baffled by his simple question at her rather dazed expression. His small smirk only further deepened as she looked up; he caught a glimpse of surprise flash through her face. Blinking several times, before attempting to give him a decent answer. "Yeah, actually. I don't like... There's too many..." The girl seemed to have difficulty wording out her problem. "I'm not a... party person. That's all..." Her sentence drifted off as she had another moment of hesitation. He waited there patiently as the girl appeared to be gathering her thoughts, after a short while, she settled into a somewhat agitated expression. This took him back a notch, but he just as quickly regained his disposition.

"I'm so sorry; I don't know your name..." Her sentence cut short as she rubbed her temple, looking at him expectantly. The Ishikawa was rather surprised at this, and slightly ticked off. He practically felt his ego being hammered with a stake, but forced his dominating smirk back onto his face. Clearing his throat, it took all his self-control to keep himself from twitching or shuffling in miniscule irritation. As a member the heir of the Ishikawa Clan, he was particularly well known. Even if she hadn't recognized him from his family position, she should at least know him as a contestant of the competition ergo one of the people she's going to have to try to kill.

Had she forgotten? He thought sarcastically, as he tried to mend his stricken self esteem. Realizing she had probably been waiting for him to introduce himself, he made eye contact with her once again. "Of course, I am Koucha Ishikawa, of the Ishikawa Clan, and of the Tea group," He introduced himself with a hand on his chest. Bowing slightly in respect, he looked around to find a distraction for the biting urge to hit something. Catching a head of dark hair inside the restaurant, he realized it was Kiyoshi, settling into a chair by himself.

"Kiyoshi!" He called out to his best friend, gesturing him over, before facing Nikola once again. "I hope you don't mind, Kiyoshi is my best friend, he's also in the Tea group," Koucha told her. It suddenly just hit him how small and seemingly fragile she seemed visibly. Just like a child, he chuckled to himself, almost by instinct, he reached out and gave her a soft pat on the head. Koucha was more than accustomed to spending time with the children in his own Clan every once in a while, and he respected and adored them as much as they respected and admired him. "You're rather short, aren't you?"

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Shinko sighed at the sight of paparazzi as her mood grew darker. They better move unless they want to get run over. Her eyes narrowed at the crowd as their eyes widened in glee as they saw her through the windshield after being left in the dust by Ishikawa-san. To her delight, they made way for her so her car could be handled by one of the valet drivers. She casually got out of her car and handed the keys to a man with dark red hair and bright green eyes. “Thank you and please don’t ruin anything.” If she were some other girl, she wouldn’t care less if anything happened to the car -since it was actually her father’s- but she was a perfectionist and would absolutely hate having to ride back home if the car wasn’t the way it’s supposed to be. Every little detail mattered to her whether it was one of her belongings or not.

Like Black Tea, Shinko simply excused herself from the media and entered the lobby. Now where do I go? She didn’t care if she looked foolish, she wasn’t going to ask for any help. She scanned the lobby before her eyes spotted an area where a red head recently disappeared in. Red hair…. Red hair…. Now who was a red head? Oh! It’s probably one of the Juices or perhaps… an Alchohol? Well, I guess I’ll just see for myself. She walked at a slow pace, taking her sweet time, until her nose was filled with the delicious aroma of food, automatically making her feet walk faster. Since food is obviously there than that means… Her stomach growled. FRUITS! She had always favored fruits just because it made her feel like a child again. Back when her mother was still alive, they’d sit out at the patio and eat different types of fruit all the way from ruby red apples to big, juicy watermelons (though she could never eat as much as her mother did seeing as she was just a small child). It was sort of like a mother-daughter tradition they did in the weekends after a long week of work.

Like a lady, Shinko made her way to the food stand with poise and elegance. She knew her father would be upset if she didn’t have a solid meal first but she just couldn’t help it. Looking at the many types of fruits before her, she eagerly filled her own two plates with colorful arrays of fruit, carefully placed among one another evenly. She just couldn’t stand it if one pile of food in general was bigger or smaller than the other(s) so everything had to be perfect. Gomene, Otousan, but Kaasan would probably do the same, ne? She thought proudly to herself at the thought of being like her mother. The only thing that made her upset was that her only memory of her was all a blur.

As if the fruits put her in a trance, she was completely oblivious to the fact that there were also others (though only a few) in the room, let alone her rival who had also filled his own plate of food. Though she wouldn’t admit it, she knew she had a bad habit of letting her guard down when it came to fruits of any kind. Completely indulged with the food on her plates, she finally snapped back into reality when she realized that one more step and bam! She would’ve bumped into the red headed’s back in front of her. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until she exhaled in relief. Trying to keep her cool due to embarrassment, she slowly backed away and muttered out a low apology while giving a slight bow (even though she didn’t even lay a finger on him). “Gomenasai. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Well, that was unprofessional of me. Tch, stupid fruits…

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Nikola Zielkov


Koucha, Koucha, Koucha... She repeated the name over and over in her mind, determined not to forget this one, at least. She'd known he was a Tea! He had the... look of a Tea. Weren't they supposed to be really elegant and such? He sure did act the part. Except when she initially asked the question; He'd seemed a bit taken aback initially. She had no idea what his problem was. Ego, probably. Most guys had issues with that. Didn't they? Nikola decided to stop thinking about that. She was starting to confuse herself. 

After introducing himself in a manner that to Nikola seemed overly respectful, Koucha looked about, apparently catching sift of someone he knew. He then turned to her and said, after calling out to his friend and waving him over, "I hope you don't mind, Kiyoshi is my best friend, he's also in the Tea group," Nikola tilted her head to get a better look. He seemed engaged with another girl at the moment. She looked back to her hands, settled flat on her lap.

She started when she felt a soft pat on her head. Nikola didn't dare look up, but her eyes were wide with surprise. Had Koucha just... patted her? Seriously? No one did that but Sasha! No one was allowed to... Nikola was glad her makeup hid her embarrassment. Nothing upset her like being treated like a child. 

"You're rather short, aren't you?"

Nikola sat up straight at that. Anyone who knew Nikola well, however few people that may be, knew that she was very much like a loaded gun. How do you fire a gun? Pull the trigger, of course. How else? Nikola's temper, similarly, had a trigger of its own. That was, coincidentally, being called short. She could handle being treated like a child, albeit barely. People often did that to other people anyways. However, people who knew full well that she was a young woman should not be so ignorant as to call out her diminutive height, especially in such a casual way. It was that she could not tolerate. How stupid could you get?

So, she bit her tongue as her shoulders started quivering slightly with anger. Her hands were curled into fists in her lap, nails threatening to tear the fragile material of the gloves. Nikola could hear the twins' voices in her head. Uh ooooooh! She was going to punch this guy so hard his grandparents would feel it. She was going to smash his f*cking face into the f*cking wall, and beat him senseless with a f*cking chair. Who the hell did he think he was? What was his deal? How dare he?!? At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to beat the guy's arse like there was no tomorrow. God, she wished she had a bat...

Suddenly, she thought of Sasha. What would he say? Nikola distracted herself from her rage by thinking of this. Niko, what are you doing?!? Are you crazy? Just calm down, Nikola. Calm down... Surprisingly enough, she did feel a small amount of her tension flee. She was still very, very p*ssed. Not trusting herself to say anything, Nikola kept silent and tense, biting her lip and clasping her hands to ensure she didn't do anything regrettable.

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Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone
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Koucha Ishikawa


Retracting his hand from Nikola's head, a small smile forming on his face, his expressions ranged from genuine amusement to slightly curious while watching her. Her back straightened, her jaw clenched, and hands balling into tight fists, Koucha started to wonder if he'd done something wrong. Now that he'd thought about it, his statement might have come off in a rather insulting way. Stuffing his hand back into his slacks, a rather sheepish feeling crawling up his throat, but he let out a soft breath, knowing what he had to do next.


"I-I *cough*," He cleared his throat, "I apologize if I said something wrong, I didn't intend anything, I just meant how your small frame is..." He, himself, couldn't believe he was being put on the spot by a competitor. His pride hasn't been struck down more than it has than it has in the last... five minutes? Ramming his brain for an adjective suitable for the child like female that wouldn't make her more uncomfortable and irritated than he has already rose out of her. Keeping his lavender eyes onto her slightly flushed face, one word slipped out from his lips.


"Cute..."



The word was uttered out before Koucha's strictly self control perfecting brain could process what was happening. Clearing his throat once again, he shifted his gaze onto everything he could see from that spot, everything but make eye contact with Nikola once again. "I'm gonna go get a drink, nice meeting you." He told the girl before making his way into the restaurant area. Once there, he watched as the Ryokucha heir filled up a glass with something that he was sure wasn't the drink they were giving out at the event. Walking past her, he smelled a barely noticeable hint of the scent of alcohol being drowned in the smell of lemon. Following her with his eyes, he noticed her place the drink on a table beside the infamous C.C. Lemon-Tan.


Suppressing a chuckle, he turned back to the drinks, pouring one for himself before noticing Kiyoshi was now by himself. Making his way over to his best friend, Koucha stepped aside as a red head he was sure was the representative of Cranberry, Takashi Kuran, rushing to the restrooms. Thinking that the Kuran could take care of himself, he continued walking to Kiyoshi.


Messing with the slightly shorter young man's hair, the Ishikawa heir chuckled and gave his friend a slight nudge. Taking a sip from his drink, he looked around the room at the other competitors. "Sorry about ditching you earlier Kiyo, I ran into Ryokucha and couldn't help but mess with her," He murmured, glancing over at the brunette who was now interacting with his silver haired trailer, Shinko. "Have you gathered any info on the others?" Koucha asked. "I've been talking to Nikola, she's tiny-as you could probably tell-but has a heavy temper," He informed his fellow male Tea. "I guess her height or frame is a weak point," The violet haired Tea chuckled at the somewhat ridiculous vulnerable point. Placing his drink on the table, he cleared his throat again before continuing to evaluate the other contestants. Suddenly, a shudder rippled through him, and he took in the slightly cool atmosphere of the restaurant area. The Ishikawa practically felt all the heat, as well as the strength, in his body leaving him. He looked into his reflection on his glass and found he looked rather paler than usual.


"Damn, this isn't good," He muttered to himself.

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Nikola Zielkov


The longer she interacted with Koucha, the more Nikola began to feel that he was either terrible with people, which she doubted was the case, or he was just oblivious to the effects his words had. Well, the latter was quickly disproved when he hastily stammered, I-I-“ he paused here to clear his throat, "I apologize if I said something wrong, I didn't intend anything, I just meant how your small frame is..." Mother Russia, what was he trying to say now? Nikola bit her lip hard and mentally dared him to say something stupid...

"Cute..."

Nikola straightened. Had she heard correctly? Cute? Had this damn near stranger just called her cute? Although her face was burning a bright red barely disguised by her makeup and her eyes were widened with surprise and outrage, Nikola noted she really wasn’t as angry as she should be. Anybody else? Lights out. But now... was it because she was all dolled up and didn’t want to ruin her image? A large part of her mentality scoffed at such a thought. But another, smaller part, was actually flattered. Appalled at her confliction, she remained silent with her eyes on the floor in front of her, hoping he’d do nothing further to embarrass himself as well as her.

"I'm gonna go get a drink, nice meeting you," he said before she felt his presence leave. With an audible sigh of relief and a visible relaxation, Nikola lifted her head again and unclenched her hands. The best decision he could’ve made, at that point. She hadn’t bothered to say a goodbye of her own.

She sat in that chair for a few minutes more, mind devoid of thought and feeling. Just... sitting. Until at last, one urged spiked: a drink. Not just any.

Nikola rose slowly, testing her balance, before sighing again once fully upright. Her challange of the evening: the restaraunt. Getting inside was no big deal, she soon discovered. Nor was maneuvering around the people. Going unnoticed was usually a talent of hers. As soon as she saw the drink table, she felt an overwhelming urge to return to her safe little anti-social corner when she saw someone already there. It was a girl, another Drink. She knew this girl was a tea, distinctly remembering her face amongst the group for one reason or another. Her name, though... it wasn’t important. It wasn’t as if they were going to talk or anything. Or so she logically assumed.

She quietly made her way over to the table, not swaying as much as she had been before, which she took as a good sign. And then she saw it. Her drink.

The bottle was unremarkable, like the many she’d seen before, exactly the same save for the label. She opened it, took a small glass, and poured herself a shot. Replacing the top and the bottle carefully, she moved to stand at one end of the table, sipping her drink. The warming embrace of the liquid promptly sitlled her nerves, and she contemplated what she’d learned about her oponent: Koucha.

I was embarrassed, she thought. I was stupid to let it show, but he... he was also flustered. She further analyzed his reaction. At first, he’d been all smooth; calm, cool, and collected. But then... had she caught him off guard? Or did he always act that way in conversations? Unconsciously, Nikola frowned. He was obviously smart. But not too smart. Borderline threat, she concluded.

She hoped she wasn’t underestimating him.

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Koucha Ishikawa


Another shudder tore through the usually calm young man. He kept a cool face to keep his best friend from worrying about him. With a thin smile at said male, Koucha raised a hand to his head feeling his forehead, where the skin had the texture of cool marble. "I'm a little cold," he uttered out, "I'm gonna go get something to warm me up, I'll catch you later, Kiyo." With that, the violet haired Ishikawa escaped from the table and made a beeline to the beverage table where he found, with a small spark of gleefulness, the very girl who he left not too long ago.

Forming the teasing smile, that now seemed to be accustomed to appearing on his face, despite his current condition, he approached the petite form. When met with her rather flustered expression, he felt his smirk drop into a genuine smile. Even though what he said earlier was uttered out on impulse, rather uncharacteristically, he's starting to believe his subconscious wasn't entirely to blame.

"It seems we just can't stop meeting each other, Miss Nikola," he greeted rather teasingly, while grabbing and spinning a wine glass into the air and back into his awaiting hand. Searching through the bottles, his pale purple orbs landed on a particular bottle. Popping it open, he took a quick whiff of the substance inside before smiling to himself. Perfect...

Pouring himself a rather generous amount of the bottle into his wine glass. Throwing the drink back with massive gulps, he immediately welcomed the slight burn that scorched his throat. Alcohol wasn't used often to regain the warmth of a Tea member, but the urgency of the situation called for this. It wasn't as if Koucha was new to the drink, actually far from it, being one who spends most of his time with the elders, they restlessly encourage him to drink what they have to offer, which was almost always wine.

Turning his attention back to his little acquaintance, he poured himself another glass with a small almost goofy smile. That was when a small thought hit the heir, with the overactive drinking to the rather childish, impulsive speech a moment before he must've came off as rather foolish to the girl. His mouth curved upwards slightly, if the girl considered him less than what he truly was-the heir of the Ishikawa Clan-she was in for a difficult time in this very competition. The last man who dared to underestimate him ended up acting as a 'Welcome' mat for his family's small stronghold. Not to mention his liking to strategic games which increased his quick thinking and strategy making skills ten fold. Thought the more that he thought into the subject of having to fight the petite Alcohol member in front of him, the more firm shake, he gave the female a mischievous smirk, taking small sips from his glass that he spun playfully between his fingers. Without a second of hesitation, he lifted his hand and placed it onto the crown of her head, remembering the rather irritated response she expressed before when he did so. There was a little warm feeling he received when he teases her that he can't help but to do so again. "I meant what I said earlier, by the way," he mused, brushing a finger gently, yet purely unintended, across her cheek and watching carefully to gauge her reaction. "Oh, and your friend, Takara is here."

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Nikola Zielkov


"It seems we just can't stop meeting each other, Miss Nikola."

Son of a- Nikola jumped a little at the unwelcome, recognized voice: Koucha. She hadn’t seen him approach, keeping her eyes on the floor in front of her as she had been thinking deeply. Her shot glass was half full (casually, she was a slow drinker), and it took just about all her willpower to keep from tightening her grip too much, for fear of shattering the glass. She watched with half-narrowed eyes as he poured himself a drink of his own, some wine, and watched as he downed the whole thing in moments. This caused her to lift her eyelids a bit. Mother Russia, did he always drink that way?

Nikola took a sip from her own glass, eyeing the Tea warily through her dark, narrowed gaze as he poured himself another glass. He’d gotten his drink. He could leave now. But he wasn’t. She didn’t like that look on his face. What was his deal? He was acting weird. Nikola took another small sip. What was he trying to do? Was he really as foolish as he was acting? That was a ridiculous thought, she decided. He was just another enemy. Though his strategy for uncovering weaknesses was… annoying. But was it as effective as he’d hoped…? Nikola gritted her teeth. And then-

He touched her. 

Koucha put his hand on her head. Heat flushed through her face. Nikola bit her lip. She didn't care if the tournament hadn't started. She was going to kill this guy...

"I meant what I said earlier, by the way," Her eyes flew all the way open. A shiver ran down her spine when one of his fingers grazed her cheek. She decided not to dwell on his words for too long. "Oh, and your friend, Takara is here." She scanned the room behind Koucha and caught sight of Takara's form. A small part of her brain told her to call for help, but that was stupid. Really stupid. Unbelievably stupid. 

So, Nikola barred her teeth and smacked Koucha's hand away from her reddening face. "Quit it!" she exclaimed adamantly, though a little more high-pitched than she'd intended

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Takashi Kuran


"Of course~ I "am" champagne~" His smirk further widened at the rather sly comment. There was a familiar glint of mischief in her eye that he has known himself to have during wild events. "But enough about me.." Her eyes examined him for a moment before continuing, "I heard you were called the "Battery".. why is that..?" The red head couldn't help but laugh at the mention of the nickname. Memories of his never-dying activeness at parties flashed through his mind, then when he showed up for school the next day, he's found he's been branded as the "Battery". "That's just a nickname my friends from school put on me after a party, not really sure why..." He shrugged nonchalantly before humming to himself in thought. Barely a second later, a distant, high pitched squeal hit his ears.

Turning his head at the direction of the noise, he saw the broad, towering figure of Koucha Ishikawa and the Alcohol, Nikola Zielkov. He quietly watched as the Ishikawa's hand was slapped away by the girl more than a foot shorter than him, her face seemingly flustered and furrowed with irritation. The red head's confusion further deepened as he watched the violet haired Tea simply laugh at the girl's reaction, before continuing to poke her forehead. It would've seemed as if he were bullying her, but Nikola's expression and the rather gentle prodding from Koucha, it appeared more as if he were trying to get a rise out of her rather than trying to hurt her. "Hey isn't that girl a part of the Alcohol group too?" It would've been easier if he simply said her name, but didn't want to appear as if he knew more than he truly did; this was still a competition.

[I know it's tiny (sorry), but I was at a loss about what else to write]