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.

Allied Planet, Cap."

Rather than playing tight end like James, though, he played wide receiver. And, in fact, he was the one who caught the game winning touchdown in the final play after coach subbed James

eerily reminiscent of Aphestus. It was just that Leonel knew quite

had never

are under joint ownership like this. They also double as pretty good entertainment centers

usually lanky and lazy appearance lit up when he reached this point. Leonel had wondered why the usually laid back brat had

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 poor girls not standing a

Leonel chuckled. "Maybe later."

almost leapt from his seat. "Did someone

in the most ridiculous of

between the two of them, put a hand to both of their

Elephant Ears?!" Gil snapped, his sharp

table, Quasimodo? I don't want

and Franco had a…

played cornerback, the latter of which was meant to defend against the former. It could be said that they were at war during every practice. One would think

all came together for him in a pretty nice

Milan's and his chest and arms were just as solid and robust. The palms of his hands were probably even bigger than Franco's, completely stopping the two men from leaping at

quite helpful to Arnold. After all, he played defensive tackle while Milan played center. Their battles during practice were