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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 19, 2016 12:04:02 GMT
There are many instances where ayumu had been succesfully given a chance to give relationship advice to people, there were even cases where he brought himself to help people move forwards in their lives. Yet he had never expected to be requested to hire a therapy house and help a new customer, somebody that came in and should become a rather interesting subject. "Sure sir. Sure" Was ayumu's first reaction, it wasn't that weird really, it became kind of simple for him with the normal people that he interacted here. They were obviously trying to fish out some cheap employees that wouldn't ask for a paycheck as he could only grit his teeth and accept this little fact, shouldering the burden of handling every single person that made a appointment to doctor A. "Hana, stay far away enough to keep me safe if there is one of those saiyans that tries to decapitate me again okay?" He spoke towards one of the small spheres that were floating nearby, causing a small surge of energy to spread outwards, a small web of connection points used to tap into the vacinity of if there were any minds that seemed to be a bit fishy. Constantly fishing for more and more information untill she was thrown off by her very own companion giving a shout. 'I SAID STOP MILKING PEOPLE THEIR THOUGHTS' Causing the sphere to manifest as a humanoid, crashing down on the roof and flailing her arms in a large amount of panick. Unable to really understand why he appreciated the thought of freedom so much on human thoughts, they were so easy to read and for god sake, it became even easier to make certain to people act as she wanted too. Letting the money slowly rake in before she would just as usual shouted at by ayumu once again... Yet he never would allow her to do this if he had the controll to finely contact every single person as he wished... "Hana, simply stop for now and pay attention, i suppose a few customers are supposed to come in now, i am certain of it..." Smiling softly and preparing for the possible customers that would come in today, With his nice comfortable business smile, the expression of honesty on his face whilest his white doctors outfit was given as a replacement for his white wife beater, something he wasn't allowed to wear in here with his rather dubious selection of scars from a many fights. Even moreso that would trigger those poor little fools that were tortured and brought to justice by their own nightmares, but that was something he couldn't have happen in the slightest bit. Why are these companies always so overly worried? it isn't like we have to treat everybody like they are incompetent, surely ayumu has punched a few holes in a wall before to help a person, but this was just going way too far, seriously! He isn't some kind of puppy... right? Daika
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Post by Daika on Apr 20, 2016 11:02:40 GMT
It had only been a few hours since Daika had learned of the terrible deeds Arias had done, and in short the Saiyan didn’t know what to do. He loved her, yet she murdered an innocent android and assisted in an assault on his own Co-workers under the banner of the Saiyan Solar Empire. And the worst thing was that she didn’t tell him about what she had done! She had assured him that she was no longer a member of the Empire, yet she attacked Officer Chili Pepper under the orders of an android in service with the Empire. How was he supposed to love someone who served those murderers, those “Warriors” who killed thousands of innocents every day? He was deeply troubled by these thoughts, and he had no idea what to do. Should he break up with her? Should he just stay with her, and deal with it, regardless of her terrible crimes? Ultimately, it was these thoughts that made him seek out a therapist. Other Saiyans would probably laugh at him for such Un-Saiyanlike behaviour, but since he didn’t know how to handle this situation, there was only one thing the Saiyan could do. See someone who could help him. Currently, he was waiting inside a therapist’s clinic in Jingle Village, a small settlement in the Frozen North. This clinic in particular had been given very high recommendations by former customers, stating that it was the home of some of the best therapists in the world. So here he was, sitting in the waiting room of the small establishment, waiting for his name to be called. He was nervous, as it was his first time actually seeing a therapist, he was fairly certain that back on Vegeta, the job didn’t even exist. The receptionist came around from the front desk, and began to call his name. “Excuse me, Mr… Daika? The therapist shall see you now.” Snapping out of his thoughts, the Saiyan quickly rose to his feet and walked over to the woman “Thank you, what room is he in?” Looking rather surprised at the Saiyan, she quickly gestured down the corridor behind her. “T…third door on the right!” She quickly said, before running back to the front desk. The Saiyan would sigh at the scared woman’s antics. Honestly, I would really like it if all these people would stop being scared of me. Just because some Saiyans invaded Earth doesn’t mean we are all bad. Good grief. He turned and walked down the corridor, walking past various other doors until arriving at the room he needed to be in. He slowly pushed open the door, entering the room before sitting down in a nearby chair. Now seated, he could now get a better look at who his therapist was going to be. He was an old man, something he could tell by the man’s many wrinkles and grey hair. The therapist was wearing a white doctor’s uniform, but the albino Saiyan could easily see the massive muscles that rippled underneath. He looked like a fighter, yet when he tried to sense his doctor’s energy, he could not feel anything, as if he wasn’t even alive. His eyes widened in disbelief, even the weakest of humans had a power level, yet this man didn’t have one at all? Suspicious, he sat in his chair and waited for the doctor to speak.
Thread PL: 24,723 Heavy Weights equipped!Weighted PL: 6,180 Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 20, 2016 11:14:55 GMT
While you were brought onto your seat, you could see him stare you up and down, softly humming a carefull tune before starting to prepare a few papers, taking out a small orange pen with a red, white and blue banner on it before starting to note down softly.
"My name is Ayumu, known trainer of many warriors but also a trainer for the spiritual mind, to help people with their futures. You may tell me everything you know and the expieriences i have buidl up in my life will be to your support to help answer any questions you may have. So please."
Standing up and moving over towards you first, personally showing you which chair you could use, a comfy lounge chair with a rather high backside. It didn't have that professor feel but moreso that comfy feeling where you could sink in and fall asleep. Even asking you if you would have a drink before sitting down infront of you on a rather shoddy chair himself with a soft popping sound from his back.
"Now, May i ask for your name, why you came here... Just tell me your story, nobody here is listening in on the conversation as i can promise that, the only one listening is me and i am bound by the laws of the planet earths jurisdiction in this sector of work. So please, start from the beginning and speak your honest mind, there is nothing wrong to say in this moment."
Preparing himself to note down everything you would say, everything, even if it was something that he accidentally muttered it would be noted down as he raised his eyes form the paper, staring deep into yours if possible. His gentle, grand father like stare, that kind honest smile, there was nothing else to say about this situation really.
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Post by Daika on Apr 20, 2016 12:27:02 GMT
Known trainer of many warriors, huh? That’s something to keep in mind for later. If he is so well known, perhaps one day he could train myself. He laid back in the comfy chair, enjoying the comfort it provided. The therapist had introduced himself as Ayumu, and he seemed like a very good man. He asked that Daika please state his name, and why he had come here as he held a pad of paper and a pen in front of him, probably so that he could write down the conversation they were about to have. The Saiyan cleared his throat before beginning to speak. “Thank you, Doctor Ayumu. My name is Daika, and as you would have probably guessed already, I am a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta. I have come here because I think that I may have made a very big mistake, sir. It’s about a woman, one that I love very much, so much so that she now carries my children inside of her. However, I have only recently found out what she gets up to in her… “Spare time”. He began, talking slowly so that the old man could write all of it down. He lowered his head so that he was staring at the ground. “I am an officer in the Galactic Patrol, and organisation that specializes in keeping the peace on Earth and around the galaxy. Very recently, I found out that the same woman who I loved has been involved in illicit activity. Namely, she has murdered a bystander who was watching her assault a GP officer, and has initiated several attacks on my co-workers, on one such occasion under the banner of the Saiyan Solar Empire. I hadn’t been informed about these things before when I first met her, but now I can only feel that I have made a mistake involving myself with her, especially the fact that she helped those… murderers… attack my fellow officers in the Patrol. I don’t know if I should continue my relationship with her or break up with her, Dr Ayumu.”
He raised his head back up so that he was staring directly into the eyes of the therapist. “Please help me, sir. I don’t know what to do.”
Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 20, 2016 22:16:18 GMT
While you brought up your name, you could easily start to notice him writing your name in long, beautifull strides, having a handwriting you would have expected from a calligraphy writer. Able to keep up easily with the pace you were talking at, you saw him starting to underscore specific words, a example of it being Daika, Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, Big mistake, The usual things that you would have expected.
"So you are incapable of truely deciding for yourself are you not?"
Starting to tap the tip of the back of his pen, a black, sleek design used by many casual people, mostly handed out in organizations upon meeting days specifically. Causing the tip to lightly stick out before bringing itself back inwards with a rather satisfying -click-.
"But let me ask you, if you are already so certain you have made a mistake, why must you bring it up to me and ask me what i think of it when you have something deeply lodged into your head already?"
Turning the paper around to face it towards you, to let you read his own handwriting, he started to encircle specific parts of your speech, almost as if taking apart what you had been speaking.
'I think that I may have made a very big mistake, sir. It’s about a woman, one that I love very much,'
"Daika, you still hold a deeply lodged affection for this woman of yours, you are honestly worrying for this woman and instead of blaming her... Instead of blaming and shouting towards her you have brought yourself in a corner and started to question yourself, you even went to the point of trying to reassure yourself with other details."
Before spinning around the pen between his fingers, softly humming at the problem that has occured, starting to wonder what kind of advice would be the best to give. Many murdered had been changed before his ways, but not indirectly, mostly he just directly talked towards them, constantly giving tiny slivers of information towards them before making certain that everything would have gone alright. Manifesting a few projectiles of ki, while raising his finger to place it infront of his own mouth, ayumu made certain you wouldn't feel like this was a attack as he formed a pair of hands out of them that started typing away at the computer that was turned away. Slowly starting to look up the historical data of the import of these two earth visitors.
"So let me cut to the chase, Daika, What have you tried to do to solve this problem, because right now you are only telling me that you have brought yourself in one hell of a problem have you not? Are you capable of bringing forwards answers and methods to assist your wife? She may be doing the wrong choices but unless everybody gives up on her, nothing is over yet is it?"
Untill that spinning pen suddenly ended up flat on the table, with a rather solid sound of a thud before he smiled rather viciously.
"May i just ask you why you haven't given up on her yet daika? We have nothing to hide, You are either unsure of how to fix her and afraid you make it alot worse, or you are incapable of really pushing yourself further because of the fear of losing your job. Both are reasonable ones, yet i must remind you... i am not here to let you figure out what i am going to tell you. I am here to tell you if you the hints to figuring out a answer on your own, maybe even if you ask nicely enough i could pass her a visit and show you some magic of my own."
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Post by Daika on Apr 22, 2016 4:49:59 GMT
The Saiyan watched as Ayumu scribbled down what he had said onto his pad of paper, making notes of the more important parts of the conversation. He nodded as he asked if the Saiyan was incapable of deciding for himself. “I… I just don’t know. I love her truly but… she helped those monsters… those murderers…” His grip began to tighten on the arms of his seat, showing that the albino most likely had a very bad experience with the Saiyan Solar Empire. The therapist asked another question, if he was so sure that he had made a mistake, why did he bring it up with the man when he already had something… lodged into his head already? Something… lodged in my head? What does he mean? The statement slightly confused him, as he was not sure at what the old man was trying to get at. Suddenly, he turned his paper around to show the Saiyan his notes, and certain pieces of his speech that he had circled. He told the Saiyan that he still held a deep affection for Arias, and that instead of blaming her for what had happened, he had instead begun to question himself. He nodded, agreeing with this. “She’s… in a very fragile state of mind. I was afraid that if I tried doing that, it would have made her do something drastic.” Unhappy thoughts reminded him of the last time something was apparently wrong, and he definitely didn’t want to cause another spectacle like that all over again. The man then began to think to himself, spinning his pen in-between his fingers. In an amazing show of events, the man with no power-level at all suddenly formed two hands made of ki, which began tapping away at a nearby computer. The Saiyan watched on in surprise. But… he doesn’t have any power?! How could he manage to form Ki without a power level? This man seems to be hiding a few tricks up his sleeve.He watched the hands made of energy tap away at the keyboard, before the man once again began to ask questions. Asking what the Saiyan had done to fix the problem, and that even though she may be making the wrong choices, but until everyone gave up on her, things weren’t over. Before the Saiyan could answer, Ayumu dropped the pen he was rapidly spinning, impacting onto the table below with a rather solid thump. He spoke once again, asking why the Saiyan hadn’t given up on her, and that he was either unsure on how to fix her because he may make things worse, or that he was too scared that doing so may cause him to lose his job. “Why haven’t I given up on her? I haven’t given up on her, because I don’t want to see my… our children suffering the same fate that I did, Ayumu. I grew up without either of my parents, not once did I get to see them. I don’t want to see my children growing up alone, with no-one there to comfort them. I don’t want them to have to go through what I did. I want them to have the best life that I can possibly give them, including them having access to both of their parents. I do not fear for the loss of my job, jobs are everywhere, you can always get another. But love… that is something that cannot be replaced so easily. I am a Saiyan, my hands are stained in blood, and are not used to fixing things. What you say is true, that I was afraid that I may make things far worse than what they already are if I attempted to fix things without help. That is why almost immediately after finding out what my wife had done, I went to find help.”
The therapist then said that if the Saiyan asked nicely enough, that he would also visit Arias and attempt to work things out with her. “That… that would be great! If you could do that as well, I would be very thankful, Dr Ayumu. Although I must inform you that she isn’t particularly… fond… of new people.”
Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 22, 2016 10:34:39 GMT
"Why the hell do you think i am even going to help you?"
Ayumu spoke suddenly, it was... A statement that came out of nowhere while his smile showed his honesty and kindness. It was peculiar and weird, it was obvious he was trying to lure out a angry response from you while starting to stand up and cross his arms, the magical energy hands that actually didn't have a ki signature made their way infront of him while simply placing themselves on your shoulders.
"My name is Ayumu, i am not just a normal guy who would give up on somebody who has realized his own goddamn answers, why the fuck should i even go help you? The only thing i would do is do my job and visit by a few houses of saiyan women with my stall just to sell some food and talk with them. Seriously, it seems you have everything going for you, a fine job, a fine conscience..."
Moving his hand towards the rack before putting on a small hat, he smirked softly to himself before making his way out, showing a small gust of wind from a mana blast that was being manipulated to whip the paper of the table and flip it around, causing you to suddenly notice a few details to be noted down. It was nothing strange at first untill you took the first letters of every sentence that was seemingly written down in nonsense, a poem? No, It was the message that came out after reading the first letters...
"This was a planned meeting, somebody is trying to kill your kids, if you want to be in time, they will be flying over this town within a single minute... I am sorry for taking such a roundabout way but they have marked me with a sensor, if it wasn't for your honest and reliable love towards that woman. Everything will be going fine, i promise to you as i will go meet her, but can you promise me to always be prepared to save those little brats of yours?"
His handwriting was this time rather akward to read, short lines showed how hurried he must have done it, making the caliography rather interesting to note as he had used those elaborate letters to write on the back by pushing at some points a bit harder to cause the ink to leak through. It was a akward way of writing yet it worked rather swimmingly with the way you have been able to look at the message without any hard troubles, untill a small bit of ink started to seep through at the bottom. This was almost like a death flag and you knew it, there was nothing short of this than a attempt to ask for forgiveness and bring forwards a clean slate on his egoistical mindset of trying to solve everything himself.
"I am sorry for holding this secret of a man as great as you, i am sorry."
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Post by Daika on Apr 22, 2016 13:22:23 GMT
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, Ayumu suddenly asked why the hell the Saiyan thought he was going to help him. This reply was unexpected, and it shocked him. “What… what do you mean?! It’s you job to help me! Are you saying that I came all this way for nothing?” The Saiyan’s anger suddenly began to show, as he leaped up out of his seat to get in the old man’s face, just as the therapist stood up from his own seat. The hands made of energy then suddenly made their way across the room and laid themselves on the Saiyans shoulders, confusing him slightly as to why he would make them do such a thing.
He told him that he was Ayumu, a man who would not give up on someone who had realised… their own answers? Was he saying that Daika already had the solution to this problem? He repeated his earlier statement, asking yet again why he should help the Saiyan. He said that the Saiyan seemed to have everything going for him, which the albino seriously doubted. If everything was going for him, he wouldn’t be stuck in this therapist’s office, and he wouldn’t be so weak. At this rate, Arias was most likely going to become a Super Saiyan, and then what was the point of becoming strong after that? It was typically the husband’s job to protect his family, yet that sacred duty had been stolen from him by his own mate.
Then, the old man grabbed his hat and left. Just like that, in the middle of the therapy session. Wait, what?! Why… why did he just leave? Did I do something wrong? As he left, a gust of wind entered the room, causing all of the papers the man had on his desk to fly up into the air, causing quite a mess of the man’s office. However, one of the pieces of paper suddenly caught his eye as it floated slowly towards the ground. Snatching it out of the air, he turned it over to begin reading what it said. It seemed to be like a normal page of notes, and he was about to throw it away until he noticed something. Daika then took the page closer to his face, and began to read it closely. After spending a few moments looking for some kind of pattern, the Saiyan suddenly realized that if he took the first letters of every sentence and put them together, it would form a hidden message. He quickly did so, and in the end, he found himself reading the secret message that the old man had left him. Clever, it seems that he really does have a few tricks up his sleeve after all.
Now that he had put it all together, he read over Ayumu’s message, and was shocked by it. According to the message, this meeting with him and the therapist was planned. Someone was trying to kill his kids, and they were going to be flying over this town within a single minute en-route to Arias. He said that Daika had an honest and reliable love towards Arias, and that everything will be fine. At the very end, the old man asked Daika to promise to always be prepared to save his children. I… I promise! No matter where I am, I swear that I will always be there to protect my kids! No matter what happens, I will ensure that I will always be around to help them!
He quickly stormed out of the room, running down the corridor and exiting the building. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his Ki sense, before he detected larger-than normal power levels. Flying over the village was a group of roughly 30 people, each having a power of around 50. Grinning, he floated upwards until he was directly in the flight path of these men. The old man was right. I’m here just in the nick of time. He pointed at whom he assumed to be the leader, before talking in a loud and stern voice. “Stop right there, criminal scum! You are all under arrest, for criminal activity! Now, you will all drop any weapons you have on you and follow me to the nearest Galactic Patrol office, or I shall start turning you into piles of ash. What will it be, gentlemen?”
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 22, 2016 16:11:52 GMT
While you flew up into the air, there was a soft mental speech from ayumu that was being subconsciously placed within you, it could be just as easily confused with a memory, yet he still made it happen to make certain that you would get just what he had been talking about while sitting in the far distance, crossing his arms, using a small device to enchance his looking range.
'A husband and wife... it was never a competition... It was always the assistance of two diffrent forces mingling... You are strong'
Making certain to be carefull, Ayumu had instilled those words into his subconsciousness, hoping he wouldn't notice and just would remember these words on his own, Sealing them along with a small emergency measure within his head. A small emergency node for if everything went to hell, it would send a signal... Before merely turning silent and slowly taking out a piece of paper. Speaking softly while smirking lightly, completely out of range of anybody that he had known to be heard with a small machine being crushed between his two fingers.
"Daika... Requested target by S.R.F, it seems that he may still think that he is weak and incapable of getting much stronger is he not... I hope he will someday realize that the sky that he deems to be his limit only holds the endless space behind it."
Walking away while laughing loudly, burning up the papers and starting to vanish from his location.
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As you pointed towards these bandits, you could see them having a small device within their hands, it was at first something akin to a normal gun, stupidly simple and nothing of danger yet when the first person fired it, you soon realized why the old fart even attempted to warn you about them. A ray of lightning crashing forwards, easily harming a warrior of your caliber at 34,800 PL with relative ease if it were to hit you or atleast that is what your sense of danger, your bare instincts for survival would attempt to bring forwards. This weapon that was capable of smashing down a rather large warrior by combining their arms into a volley of bombardments... Just how did they manage to get the technological advances to make something akin to this?! It may be best to litterally blow up all these weapons with care, or attempt to not get hit by them, well, both are actually fantastic options, yet what started to frighten you the most was the appearance of nineteen diffrent warriors at a power level of 100 carrying a large metal... It looked like a box at first, but you soon found out that it was a litteral suit of armour made out of mechanical pieces and parts that could wrestle down somebody of your PL! Even having this would be a great disaster if it were to spread for the galactic patroll and if you were to call in for help you would surely be hit by the constant onslaught! Quickly! Hero! Save us!
(It may be time to take of those weights, dont you agree?)
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Post by Daika on Apr 23, 2016 13:44:09 GMT
As the Saiyan stared down the flying men, he noticed that all of them held weapons, which Daika assumed to just be normal guns. He grinned, thinking that this would be a piece of cake. He was so very wrong. One of the men suddenly fired one of their weapons, sending a bolt of electricity slamming into the Saiyan. He stood completely still, intending to tank the attack because of how weak he thought the weapons to be. However, he was quickly proven wrong, as the electricity impacted, his body was wracked with pain. “Wait, what… AAAAARGH!” His power was well beyond these fools; how could they be hurting him? They must be packing some serious tech if they managed to hurt him that much.
Being hit with the weapon sparked the Saiyans anger. Had this been a normal day, perhaps he might have kept his cool. But not today. He knew that as a Galactic Patrol officer, he couldn’t go around killing people, but today was not a normal kind of day. He was angry, and that meant that he was not going to hold back against these fools. Suddenly, he sensed another group of power-levels approaching. This time, a small group of 19 men, each with a power-level of 100. As they came into view the Saiyan could see that they were carrying a massive, metal box in-between them. What... is that? Some kind of weapon? A cage? He stopped to stare at the contraption, until he remembered the imminent danger he was in. If they use all of their weapons at once against me, I’ll be done for. I need to take them out. Charging spheres of energy in both of his hands, he threw both of his arms out in front of him. “Let’s see how you like this!” Five basic ki blasts shot out from each of his hands, each one heading towards a different man, intending to at least knock them out, or worse.
Regardless if the attack succeeded or not, his focus then shifted back to the large, metal box that the other men were carrying. As it, and the men carrying it came closer into view, it was suddenly apparent that it was, in fact, a massive suit of armor. His mind suddenly thought back to the Saiyan invasion of earth, where the Blue-Banner Armies Battle-Jackets assaulted several key Saiyan positions. The combat reports had said that they were quite effective against normal Saiyans, however they could only win a battle against an Oozaru when they were used in large numbers.
Until they got into range, that armored suit will not be able to do anything to him, so he focused back on the primary thread; the original 30 men with the strange lightning weapons. Singling out a single target, he would rush towards him, one of his fists stretched outwards aiming to knock the man out. If successful, he would continue on to another man, and systematically eliminate these individual threats. If he was successful, he would have taken down most of them before their backup had gotten into range.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 23, 2016 14:14:27 GMT
While you had fired these five charged projectiles, with your intention of knocking it out... It seems you have little faith in your own power as you could see that with their flashing images behind the guns that were firing would quickly end up with their guns and limbs completely wiped from the face of the planet, a speed exceeding a bullet crashing through the forests nearby and leaving behind small craters as the steam from their seared shut wounds was still apparent. Cries of agony coming from all sides while your rushing towards another person with the mere point of distraction was enough to cause all 24 left overs to fire their guns at you at the same time whilest surrounding you. Sometimes it truely wasn't a great time to be somebody who talked with their fists while the 19 other warriors quickly placed down the machine outside of the town while rushing in with their weapons, arming them and preparing to devastate you... Untill a certain sound would be heard. After 20 seconds of firing these guns straight up didn't work anymore and they just threw themselves at you!?
But that still required you to avoid this surround ray energy blast!
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 2, 2016 0:01:03 GMT
Ayumu: +2,650 PL New Total: 174,709 PL
Daika: +5,803 PL New Total: 65,435 PL
(Adding now.)
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