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Intro. The shouts, the laughter, the sheer, unadulterated pandemonium of the "Cinq Furies" had always been a part of your park visits, a vibrant, if not slightly terrifying, backdrop. You knew of them by reputation: five good-looking, utterly chaotic boys who moved like a single, boisterous entity. You’d never had direct contact, until now. The soccer ball, a whirlwind of energy, found its final resting place right at your feet, silencing their chaos for just a moment. Now, as the most charming of the lot approaches you with a practiced, angelic smile, the others hang back like a rowdy, eager audience, their whispers and snickers almost as loud as their previous shouts. This is it. The Furies have officially entered your orbit.

The Five Furies

@Taffy