"Tricks! You can't do this..." Long blue hair bounced as the girl ran after Trickery.
"Aime! How many times have I told you not to follow me?" Trickery snarled, "We're on opposite sides. If Vice finds out, he'll kill us both." He rubbed his temples.
Aime pouted, "But... why are you doing this? If you hurt anyone, I'll turn you even funkier colors!"
Trickery frowned, not wanting to be reminded how his hair turned green and blue, and his gauntlets a hot pink, "You know exactly why I'm doing this." He whipped around to face her, "And if you interfere-"
Aime cut him off, "But Tricks, you being Vice's pro-"
"Shut up!" He snapped. Aime whined as she looked down at the shorter doji, "No one will be seriously injured, keep your nose out of it!" Trickery vanished, running off in his disguised form. A few blocks down, a dark red gauntlet grabbed his arm, and a voice like crackling fire spoke.
"Trickery, why are you invisible?"
Trickery looked over into glowing silver eyes and reluctantly changed back, "Because I can?"
"You ran into Aime again, huh?"
"Zip it, Murder." He growled as Murder's eyes faded until they were no longer glowing.
He snorted, "Bitch."
"Hey! She may be annoying, but she's my friend." He punched his shoulder.
He snickered, "Oh, come on. She's only number fifteen on my hit list " He folded his hands behind his head, "Anyways, Timid's lapsed into a fit again, we need your help."
"Ugh. Alright. We need him in case things go wrong..." He shook his head and motioned for Murder to lead the way, "Does Guilt have him under control?" Murder nodded as he walked. "Good..." He muttered.
"Gino ran off again, we think."
"Fuck." Trickery growled.
"I did not!" Someone landed in front of them. That someone happened to be an annoying, Italian doji, "I wouldn't miss this for the world!" His pitch black eyes swept over the pair. Trickery involuntary shuddered. Gino pushed a strand of crimson hair behind his ear and chuckled, "Do I still unnerve you, mio bello?"*
"I will fuck you up, asshole." Trickery walked past him, grabbing his ponytail and pulling him along.
Gino yelped, "Oi! Not so hard!"He whimpered and tried to pry his hair from the other's gauntlets, rewarded with a sharper tug. Murder laughed openly. Gino growled at him.
Trickery only released him when they arrived at the abandoned warehouse thay was their base of operations. Gino frantically tried to fix his hair as they walked in. Murder and Gino went about arguing as Trickery went to a pair of doji in the corner. One had white hair in a modest version of Gino's style. His gauntlet rested on the other's knee. The other had pale brown hair, and his pink eyes stared blankly into space.
"How is he, Guilt?"
The silver eyes of the first looked up at Trickery, "Panicky. I just barely have him under control."
He nodded and knelt down beside the blank faced one, "Timid? Hey, it's me..."
Guilt reluctantly pulled his noh off the other. Timid gasped and looked around in a panic. Trickery grabbed his head and made him face him. He winced a little as Timid's sharp visors dug into his gauntlets. "Stop. Focus on me, okay? You've done nothing wrong. You're not useless."
"But I.." Timid started to tremble and looked down.
"Hey, look at me. Hush. I don't care what you've done, okay? You need to calm down. We need you. If something goes wrong and you're not there, we may all go away, alright?"
"But what if I can't-"
"You can. You've done it before." Timid swallowed and nodded. Trickery turned to Guilt, "Go get something for him."
The white haired nodded and stood up, walking around a corner. Trickery sighed and moved his hands away from Timid's face, ignoring the small cuts and held one of his hands. Timid leaned against him a little.
Murder snickered, "Prototype of the Ultimate Evil and you're the only one who can calm him. You're a fucking paradox."
Trickery snorted, glaring at Murder.
*mio bello- Masculine form of 'my beautiful' in Italian.
Sorry for not describing them properly, I'm going to post links to pictures later on. To those whom have offered me OCs, please send me a picture or a description of yours. (If you send a description, I'll draw them myself.)