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.

an Allied

they were on the football field. Rather than playing tight end like James, though, he played wide receiver. And, in fact, he was the

an inch or two 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 that Gil wasn't nearly as jacked as

blinked, he had never heard this term

are under joint ownership like this. They also double as pretty good entertainment centers and trade hubs. After

had wondered why the usually laid back brat had so graciously decided to explain things to

that

Leonel chuckled. "Maybe later."

"Did someone take over your body, cap?! Lemme

table, expressing his shock in the most ridiculous of ways. But, he couldn't get very far before

exactly what was going to happen next, Arnold, who sat between the two of

Elephant Ears?!" Gil

see there's food on the table, Quasimodo? I don't want

and Franco had a… Love-hate

could be said that they were at war during every practice. One would think that they

it all came together for him in a pretty nice package. At the very least, he wasn't ugly. But, that

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

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