<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u85qKi1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trent Attwater<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Mercury<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya; The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:30-7:45ish PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://fashionformen.info/pict/casual/595.jpg) & his glasses.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eden, Jacob, Open<br/><hr/>"Saving the prince..." Such a mission triggered a sense of familiarity in his mind. A foggy haze that kept distant memories from becoming clear and forefront. Instead he just looked at Jacob and smiled to the other man with that warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Soon it ceased to exist though once he felt his stomach dropping at the mention of 'fanfiction' from Eden regarding their alter egos. Trent knew exactly what kind of Fanfiction the platinum blonde was referencing and it caused the nerd to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He just wanted to faceplant into table when Jacob named off the terms regarding the pairings and threesomes. "No. I...don't really read that stuff." At least he wouldn't openly admit to one particular chapter he had glanced on that featured Mercury being plowed by Jupiter while tossing Venus' salad. People had such vivid imaginations.<br/><br/>"Nothing about the other Sailor Guardians other than pictures. This is a blog dedicated to our team." Trent responded proudly as he scrolled down the page to view some action shots of the four attacking a youma. When Jacob left his side, his eyes remained on the man, traveling in the direction he moved. To help some other kid and it may have been the first time Trent actually released a little sigh of admiration. "He's so noble....strong and yet still kind. And out of my league..." he spoke mainly to himself, realizing that he had probably spoken aloud enough for Eden to actually hear. "This is why I shouldn't think aloud."  He blushed.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hsi3Q2k.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Malachi, Dark Prince of Passion & Beauty<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Luca Castillo<br/><strong>Where:</strong>ageHa<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th,  11ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In Picture<br/><strong>Muse Inspiration</strong>: Fancy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0yOzQjYSmQ).<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Abaddon, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"So I have heard. Who would have guessed the Prince of Destruction liked to break things. What a revelation." Malachi's response dripped with sarcasm but smirked to the larger prince nonetheless.  He then glanced over at the people staring in their direction, allowing his ice blue eyes to scan over their features. "His teeth have an overbite, there's a a birthmark on his neck that looks like Buddha, he hardly has any kind of build, it's like looking at a plank with an ass crack. I prefer my company to have a some shape to them."<br/><br/>"Damien...Damien, Damien," He shook his head followed by a clock of his tongue. "I may not be able to lift and throw a car like you without aid from my powers...but do know and understand that I very much skilled at holding my alcohol. Don't underestimate me. I could keep up with you all night." He drained the last bit of alcohol from his glass before ordering another from the bartender.