Ren-kun

By WYF, I'm guessing you mean Wu Yifan aka Kris? So you're probably referring to him filing a lawsuit against SM Ent.?

His little tirade for an icebreaker was coldly received, apparently. Still, he knew everyone was undoubtedly jumpy and he couldn't blame them for not joining him in introducing themselves. They had more pressing matters to tackle and being Detective Conan fans, the gears on their minds were probably on overdrive already. Spotting the car that one guy drove over, Warren quickly went over to it. "I don't think all of us could fit here... Hm. Maybe someone who knows the locations of places here in Shibuya could enlighten us as to where this 109 is? We probably won't even need a car..."

((Wall of text warning. And I'm jumping on the bolding English speech bandwagon.)) Warren stayed completely silent after the 'situation' that garnered him quite a bit of unwanted attention, opting to just follow his companions idly while taking in the sights the city had to offer. The meal they had was the perfect remedy to his temporarily damaged psyche, making his eyes grow as wide as saucers whenever he spotted merchandise that had images vaguely resembling characters he was enamored with. He kept all his giddy excitement all to himself, not wanting to humiliate himself more than he already had. Jamming his fists into his pockets, Warren pondered over the seemingly random way they had been brought together. Did some sort of force draw them to each other? His bizarre thoughts were then cut abruptly by the dramatic change from a sea of glaringly bright shop signs to a predominantly green domain. Disappointment took the front seat on his brain as their little group entered the park, obstructing the view of the bustling commercial spaces and forcing him to snap out of his little trance induced by all the anime-related stores they passed. His shoulders slumping and his lower lip sticking out, Warren waited for the inevitable 'plot twist' or the next curveball the universe would decide to throw his way. They couldn't just stand there and talk among themselves awkwardly. That would be too easy. And true enough, his paranoia bore fruit... in the form of what appeared to be a fully sentient skeletal system, no less. Under usual circumstances, he would turn away and leave. Actually, he would do it under any circumstances. To put it lightly, it was unpleasant to try to take the 'man' before them seriously while at the same time trying to not dissolve into a fit of terrified whimpers. Complicated feelings... definitely something for him to take to Twitter later. Warren started to slowly inch away from the scene, only to find himself unable to as his undying curiosity got the best of him yet again. Finding out what exactly was going on could save him a lot of potential trouble and walking into shops he seriously should have read the names of before going in. His expression probably went through all the emotional phases possible as he listened to the stranger's little exposition, each 'revelation' adding to the the paleness of his skin. Gulping, he raised his hand. "But w-wait! That's a situation only officials could handle. Asking us to deal with it would be... I mean, just by looking at some of us here, I could tell that some of them are minors. I am not, by the way but... yeah." He was stammering through all the sentences, scanning the people gathered with concern. They were pretty much in grave danger and yet he knew most of the others would view the situation as a chance to be able to do something 'cool' or 'heroic'. God knows he would have felt the same if he was the same age as them. But he was going to have none of that. He was betting that he was probably the eldest, especially after hearing that they were all from the forum he frequently visited when not training: DCW. He felt compelled to look after them, as ironic as that sounds especially after being one-upped humiliatingly by a stranger shorter than him. Before he could press his point further, the skeleton of a man was nowhere to be found. Of course he'd vanish into thin aair after giving an ominous speech. He almost hit himself for not expecting that that would happen. 'DCW, huh? I have a pretty clear idea of who kicked me then. And I could probably do educated guesses about who's who.' Warren thought, rubbing his chin in thought, failing to notice the blaring ringtone coming from his right pocket. The fourth ring seemed to do the trick, realizing that calls were meant to be picked up. Smiling apologetically to the people around him, he turned away and listened to the other voice on the other end. It was his manager, screaming bloody murder and utilizing his entire vocabulary to shower Warren with verbal lashings about his irresponsibility. After muttering sorry every after few seconds and bowing as if the manager could see him, the call finally got cut off. He would have a lot of explaining to do when got back to training. Justifying skeleton men and his orders to interrupt a heist by a renowned thief would definitely be a tall order. He faced the group once again, who were now apparently listing off what they could offer. It dawned on him that he's basically now in a roleplaying-game. With his luck, the best role he could get was that of a villager and that basically meant he could sway around in the background and have the occasional irrelevant lines such as, 'Are you serious?' or 'That building is really tall'. Slapping on a smile, he walked over to them. He cleared his throat and raised his right hand yet again, a slight dusting of pink dancing on his cheeks as he felt some pairs of eyes look at him. "I think we should start by introducing ourselves. I mean, formally. It looks like we'd be together for quite a bit so might as well break the ice, right? I'm Warren, Ren-kun is my username from the forums, and it's a pleasure to meet you all in person!" The last part came off a bit too enthusiastically, the pitch of his voice taking a jump. "A-anyway, we should think about this more. It's fine to be determined since we don't have much of a choice but we should have a plan, at least." He conveniently skipped enumerating his skills. Playing musical instruments and cooking, while potentially good distractions, weren't meant to be used in an action-oriented setting.

(( Sorry for the inactivity! I'll be posting in a couple of hours. ^^))

Gave a rep to all the drawings. The Akai one got me saying wow out loud.

But Chihiro's not me. DCW's Mathlete.

This made me smile. Great job!

DCW's Plot Thickener.

"B-brat?" Warren stammered in a barely audible voice, trying his best to choke down the lump that was forming on his throat because of the pain. His eyes were already moist and stinging from the tears that began to well up, making him look every bit of the 'man' he wanted to be. On a span of just under two minutes, three people have scurried over to the scene and were voicing out their concern. The first two were, at least with the third extremely youthful-looking girl preferring to stay by the sidelines and just spectate. Clutching his stomach, Warren struggled to poise himself up to a sitting position in a feeble attempt to salvage any shred of his quickly disintegrating dignity. But of course, true to the unspoken vow of the universe to humiliate him at any given turn, it wasn't that easy. A lone newspaper fluttered about, seemingly just riding the wind randomly.There was nothing unusual about it. Papers tend to do that. Basic logic, however, dictates that it should have been impossible for the sheets of paper to abruptly halt in midair and dive right into his face. But the newspaper did it anyway, convincing him that his body was now somehow made into a springboard for all intents and purposes. For a moment, only the gust of the wind could be heard. Warren bit his lower lip to restrain himself and the subsequent waterworks as he met the eyes of the audience that gathered out of nowhere. Legs sprawled on the dirt-laden ground, he shifted his gaze at the boy who hammered the final nail on the coffin of what should have been a blissful day for anime. He was about to confront him, or in Warren's words talk things through, but a pleasant female voice broke the silence. He wasn't actually sure if he could talk to someone who completely one-upped him without losing his composure so for that, she had his eternal gratitude. "...dai...joubu desu ka...?" The girl asked, sounding a bit hesitant but genuine concern was still present in her tone. "B-boku wa... gwenchanayo." He gulped, realizing that he just mishmashed two languages together. He cleared his throat to try again. "I mean I uh... I'm daijobu." He managed a small smile before handing over a loose page of the newspaper. He stood up and dusted himself off, facing the boy once more. "I'm sorry but... could you please tell me why you felt the need to nearly knock me out? Just so we're clear and all."

[[success! XD]] "And... I'm lost." Warren heaved a defeated sigh, the strap of his overstuffed backpack slipping off his shoulder as rubbed his temple furiously. The pamphlet he previously held onto for dear life was now lying on the slightly wet concrete he stood on, deeming it useless. For a good few seconds, he almost contemplated cursing. Managing to go from a busy street to an abandoned alleyway in just roughly ten steps and not being able to retrace the way back was a feat only he could do. It was the cherry on top of the horrible day he had, or rather the roe on top of the spoiled sushi. After having the contents of his bags spill all over the street as soon as he stepped of the inn and being almost arrested for jaywalking, he should have expected that being hopelessly lost was just around the corner. Left without much of a choice, Warren inched closer to the unlit alley, starting to hear a high-pitched yet scratchy voice that undoubtedly belonged to something malevolent and pure evil. Cats. His adrenaline went on overdrive and his body involuntarily took on a sloppy fighting stance, making him resemble a monkey who had a little too much fruit for dinner. He was literally shaking. He was only supposed to break his arms from carrying all the Dangan Ronpa merchandise he could find and irresponsibly spend all his money on. How did it come to the worst kind of situation he could imagine? His lips quivered as one of the cats bared its teeth at him and he could almost swear that it it hissed. That was the true face of death. "LIKE HELL I KNOW I CAN'T READ JAPANESE!" The quite passionate yell caused the cats and him to scurry off, him to the right and the spawns of evil to the left. The voice sounded like it could be distant but reachable. Realizing that he was basically running away from who could potentially help him, let alone someone who speaks English, Warren stopped in his tracks. He started to estimate the origin of the scream, deciding to veer off to the first right turn he could find. God help him.

DCW's Fishing Fisherman. XD

DCW's Tsundere

Overdose - EXO M again.... It's been on repeat all day.

Four Weddings and a Marshmallow. Garbage.

Make sure the topic you go with concerns everyone since your audience's area of interests would vary from person to person. Something specific bout the environment you're in, perhaps? A topic that would have an immediate effect on them. Mysteries surrounding your school, controversial figures roaming around the campus or the events that shaped the school, that sort of stuff. Do it in a 'countdown' format or something along those lines.

Terrified - Katharine McPhee

AnoHana. Will you take another person's life to save your own?

Maleficent. Good, I guess?

I've grown to like it but I'm not necessarily good at it. It's actually my worst subject. What do you think of Instagram?

Shinsekai Yori. ... o.o Yeah.

Overdose is officially my favorite song from them. I actually prefer EXO-M's version a lot more.

A baby bear.

...Cashier? ^^ Why, if I may ask? DCW's Conflicted Hero.

*throws Kyoko Kirigiri action figure*