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NeoBuster:
Hey everyone!" Neo said

Neo was shocked to see Neu being in the wheelchair pulled by Tsubasa but nonetheless he was happy everyone is here.

Cherry:
Yukino answered her phone.

"Hey, Haruka..." She was unsure where to start. "How come you didn't call me before...?"

It was a little shameful to admit but she was sort of needy about the situation. The woman didn't want to dig into her lover and make him feel bad, but she didn't want to take this matter lightly either.

Hope:
After the first and second performance of the night, Hana was jumping up and down in excitement in the backstage. The show has only just begun, but she noticed that the crowd beginning to become even larger and larger. She was squealing uncontrollably, as a crew of older men and a lady walked by. They were dressed in black, and it literally looked like a band of dudes old enough to be her uncles. She felt like she could recognize them.

Once their first song played, it became very obvious.

This band, was the mysterious the one that played in the mysterious MP3 player within every Cardfighter's head. JAM PROJECT, with hits such "Believe in my Existence," and "Limit Break" which played during final turns and inspirational speeches during fights. Hana just couldn't believe it.

The crowd stayed silent for a moment, sort of like a "wtf it was them all along," but also because they were getting quite the treat.


"I swear they were in The Place Where They Slumber the whole time I fought," Neu commented to herself as she heard the current performance. "....Catchy."

Tsubasa had pushed her all the way from the hospital, letting them share some conversations on the way. It was peaceful and far better than her driving. Upon meeting up with the rest of the crew, she was greeted with Seifer's comment.

"Uh!? What's that supposed to mean. Ahhh nothing funny, man I just needed someone to bring me here and he was the one that visited me at the time ok??" She tried to shrug her shoulders. Neu would do that thing here if she could. Another individual ran up to them, it was becoming a real big gathering, which she didn't mind. Actually, she really welcomed this. Lots of fun.

"Hey Alexander!" She greeted him. Then she realized that she hadn't actually met him yet.

Neu, your omnipotence is showing.

"I mean, hello mysterious stranger!"

Jello:
"I... Wait didn't call-" Haruka has a mini flashback to calling Yukino in the park earlier this afternoon. He looks up at the evening sky chewing his lip, deciding to leave that bit out to her.

"Sorry. Busy I guess. What's so important, sweetheart? Actually, where are you even...?" Haruka leans against a wall in the alley, sliding down slowly to a crouched position, listening carefully. Yukino might be just as on edge as he was recently and didn't want to trigger anything too bad before the trip back from New York. Things were already harsh on him as is. These dreams and everything just kind of disappearing on him was taking a toll on his psyche more or less.

JAM PROJECT was playing and Haruka began humming to "Believe in my Existence". He was confused as to why he knew the tune but never heard of the band before...

Cherry:
"We... haven't talked in awhile. I thought things would be better with the war ending, but it doesn't feel like it when we're not seeing each other..." Yukino spoke, ultimately revealing her needy nature. They just texted each other and this was the one time in days they conversed over phone. She had wanted leave on a happy note with her boyfriend if possible, and that didn't seem like it would happen.

"I'm by a hotdog stand a little ways from the concert hall."

This one guy refused to go in, despite people telling him his business would be better if he just sold his food inside. He flipped his gothic hair, stating that the light of the event would melt away the sweet embrace of darkness that caresses his scarred soul.

Men in white were probably on their way. A delivery to the loony house was to be made.

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