(( OE EM GEE IDEA. I'm doing a timeskip, it's about a week later. ))
The town was crazy busy with talk about an upcoming masquerade. A classy, regal party. Akemi had also heard that valuable antiques would be on display there. Very valuable, that were worth a good amount of money. Akemi had a plan. A demented one. And it was risky, but so, so worth it if she got away with it.
The three had just been lounging around that day, in the back of alleys. The heat was near unbearable, so the Outcasted had just been lazy. Akemi was sitting besides Scar, when she lowered her head and begun to chuckle evilly.
((Do we know about your evil plan or are we just followin you?))
Mika had recovered from her wierd sickness. She was sweating but not very visably. She had gone back to her hidout and changed into very short shorts and a light flowy blue shirt. Her hair was in a messy bun to keep it off her neck. She was loungeing against a bunch of old boxes someone had thrown into the alley. She was staring at an intricate graffitti painting out of boredom.