[S] Dave: Strife Party

[Chloe Price]

James Locke looks ahead at the chaos unfolding. A girl with eyes of red, facing a figure of pure white skin, shades and a katana. The Dreamer begins wondering if he should intervene before things go rotten. Neither of them looked entirely human, and the girl in particular seemed somewhat Nightmare-like. If the destined hero intervenes, it isn't entirely likely that he'll walk away from this hellscape. But at the same time, he's not sure the white figure is entirely able to hold his own.

Then, another figure drops in. A similar pure-white skin color, and matching katana and shades to match that of the other. However, this one looks definitely more mature, though his ridiculous hat would argue otherwise. He was taller and somewhat slimmer than the other. The first figure's brother, if the Dreamer was right.

"Hey. That sure is a murderous expression you got there. And I can't help but notice you got it aimed at my bro." the man says, only proving the Dreamer's original assumption. He then turned his head towards his brother. "Yo, little bro. You feelin' like a bad enough dude to have this crazy multi-way tussle? Strife while you strife?" A menacing gleam meets the figure's shades.

Now it's settled. Practically two against one, with the advantage going towards the taller figure and the red-eyed girl. With a pure scowl on his face, focused in the younger figure's direction, the Dreamer holds out his hands with palms extended outwards. Two katanas - one white with a black handle, and the other black with a white handle, form with a flash of light. James' signature weapons - katanas Zephyr and Pearl, to be specific - have formed. He grips the two katanas readily, then runs towards the encounter.

"Mind if I cut in?" the Dreamer asks, setting a menacing glare in Chara's direction.