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Ro turned on his heel, walking into the headquarters which bore their insignia, a green clover on the roof. He wasn't naming it after himself, but rather because he thought clovers were interesting. Only, if every single clan member switched on their aura the clover would look like it had green fire on it.

Go!

((kay))

"Yes. Why not?" Ro tilted his head, his headphones on his ears as usual. He refrained from getting loose, breaking his aura out.

Suu had been trying to stop himself when Ro said his brother's name.

"Can eat anytime" Mikoto stated, his hands in his pockets as usual.

um.. wrong.. group?

"Well let's give a hand to my half brother who pushed me off" Mikoto muttered humorously.

((XD))

"I remember.. when I was rejected from both clans." Ro said in a very calm tone.

Suu frowned, then remembered that time when Ro had tried to join the clan but was rejected, mostly because he was too soft hearted to join. And at that time Suoh Mikoto wasn't in the mood.

"Hm?" Mikoto was confused. Was she talking about the bunk problem?

"Been ready for this" He said, taking the few steps forwards that enabled them to see the headquarters.

"Well amazing. We have the two kings. Munakata. And you, Mikoto. Although.. it is his brother, isn't it?" Ro's voice suddenly sounded as he was revealed in front of them.

"More like.. pushed off the bunk" Mikoto said, pushing back the red strands that kept on falling over his face.

"Yes I did" Suu said in a natural tone as if they weren't enemies. He caught on to the trail once more and without looking back at Reisi he followed it, coming to a stop by the same crossroads.

Mikoto got out, his hair ruffled from falling off the bunk. He spotted Samantha and walked up to her casually. "Hi"

Name: Kurōbā

Age: 24

Clan: Viridian. He is the second to lead.

Appearance: [image error]

Personality: Kuroba, or called Ro, seems gentle on the outside, but on the inside, he's vey hostile. He is actually not the type to simply give up, and when he needs to lead the clan, he will switch to a mode even lazier than Mikoto himself. He doesn't like his name, Kuroba, which means Clover in japanese.

History: Ro has had a very hard past, ever since he attempted to join Scepter 4, but was rejected. Then he resolved to joining HOMRA, but was once again rejected. So he lived his life on the streets until he got to join the Silver Clan, until he got bored and decided to start his own. He had always liked the colour green, so he came up with Viridian. They are like the gang which creates illusions and also uses their aura as a weapon.

Weapon of Choice: His headphones which he uses to amplify his power, or even making his aura synchronise with the song he is listening to.

Other:

Suu almost caught the track when he heard a voice he had wished to not encounter. He prepared himself for what was going to come before not turning around. "Munakata" He said calmly, not even turning around.

Mikoto had to be pushed out of his bunk so he would wake by another hephaestus kid. He smacked the floor, face first and finally woke, unfazed. "I appreciate the welcome call, thank you very much" He said sarcastically, getting up and dusting himself off. He was wearing a cleaner pair of the exact same clothes he wore yesterday.

((me too))

Suu walked on, his hands in his pockets. He looked almost exactly like Mikoto, only he was missing out the strands of hair in front of his face, and his height was slightly shorter and there was no cigarette. Otherwise, they looked alike. Suu made his way towards the place he had last seen the green aura, trying to track it.

((yup))

((Okay!!))

Suu stretched as he got out of his room, ready for the day. He hoped he wouldn't meet Reisi as he got out in an outfit totally different from Mikoto's but somehow it looked alike. He went for a stroll around the city, passing by people whom he didn't even know and didn't bother to know.

"Guess so" he said in a faraway voice, walking straight towards the door.