If you were to ask any member of any clan their favourite colours, you'll almost always receive 'pink' and 'yellow' as answers. Simply because they're the two colours that form the almighty pill; pillz means power, and there isn't a single clan candidate out there who can win a fight without them.
No one in this city would really describe them as drugs or such but their effects are very stimulating, almost as if someone has managed to pour the effects of that blasted Blue Dragon drink into a tiny capsule. Which is just as well; the last thing you want during combat is some foul liquid sloshing around in your stomach...is that even a word, sloshing? Sounds like something Bertha would say when she can't think of the English word for something. It's a good thing her sausages are a lot better than her English.
Oh, were you expecting the likes of Morphun to be talking about this? Don't worry, I know that Baldovino Price would be your last guess in the matter but...let's just say that when you can sometimes pilfer a pill or two from your opponent, you learn a lot about them. Sometimes I'll pilfer a pill or two from my own teammates as part of a magic act or just for a chuckle but never in the field of combat; of course, there are some who have to spoil the fun, as I remember once trying my little trick on Vito of the Montana and the crazy, little psychopath threatened to burn my hand! I know my mistakes in the past affected one of their members in very significant ways but there's no need for any of that...though I must say, the Martinet boy doesn't seem to harbour any bad feelings toward me; he even extended the invitation to me when he invited his brother to dinner with the clan. If anything, it's Joseph who refuses to associate with me unless necessary, but that's a different story.
I do remember once having a run in with a rather cocky and 'modified' lad from the Junkz; having managed to pull my usual trick on him, I turned around to find that in one hand, he was holding what looked like a couple of my pillz, and was flipping the finger at me with the other. His companions found it reason to celebrate as they all began to high-five him like, let's be honest, morons; though to be even more honest, one of these companions was a notorious hacker wanted by the Montana, and hardly anyone without intensive hacker knowledge could access their account files willy-nilly.
Though the kind of person who will forever confuse me is the kind who manages to find pillz after I've took them; the Piranas are a prime example of this, especially after I fought what looked like their blue cat fish hybrid with the skin condition. He was able to locate not one, not two but three stray pillz upon defeat and had absolutely no qualms in shoving them in my face...
Ugh. The last thing I wanted shoved in my face were dirty pillz you found on the ground.