Dimensional Descent

Joel. Milan. Raj. Drake. Franco. Arnold. Gil. Allan.

[Author's Note: No need to remember these names. I'll mention them so often in the future and with small reminders of who they are that they'll become your brothers too, lmao]

"Are you sure about this, Cap?" Joel asked. "After what happened on Planet Vincero, even though we're talented compared to their normal students, they're pretty much drawing a line between us and them. Something like taking them over from the inside would be difficult with how cautious they're being."

The group nodded in confirmation. Even while they were here, they were likely being monitored by someone or something. The only reason they weren't worried enough to warn Leonel was because they were sure that he wasn't stupid enough to come here without any sort of plan or counter to that.

That said… Leonel's next words made them question themselves.

"Oh right! Speaking of which, where are we right now?"

The group looked toward Leonel as though he was a madman. He had just escaped the pursuit of Fifth Dimensional entities, and it could even be argued that the only reason he managed to do so was because of the element of surprise.

Now, however, whoever came to track him down would be prepared and likely even more informed about all his abilities. He wouldn't just be able to wiggle his way out of this again so casually.

The fact he didn't even know where they were currently was a huge red flag. But, seeing how careless he seemed about it all, they were too speechless to reprimand him.

This is an Allied

like James, though, he played wide receiver. And, in fact, he was the one who caught the game winning touchdown in

shorter than Leonel. But, he was quite lanky. In truth, his body composition and poor posture was eerily reminiscent of Aphestus. It was just that Leonel knew quite well

blinked, he had never

ownership like this. They also double as pretty good entertainment

wondered why the usually laid back brat had so graciously decided to explain things to him. It seemed that this was

broken in Royal Blue Academy with that casually handsome face of his. That 5 o'clock shadow he could never bother to shave completely off and his swooping dirty blond hair left those

Leonel chuckled. "Maybe later."

from his seat. "Did

expressing his shock in the most ridiculous of ways. But,

Arnold, who sat between the two

Ears?!" Gil snapped,

you see there's food on the table, Quasimodo? I

Franco had a…

It could be said

feet, big hands and big ears. Somehow, it all came together for him in a pretty nice package. At the very least, he wasn't ugly. But,

on the field stuff. Arnold's gut was just as big as Milan's and his chest and arms were just as

defensive tackle while Milan played center. Their