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Back here again. Thorsten had been here on multiple occasions for a job. It has gotten closer and closer until the Caravan set off for the desert. “ Ahh this cottage brings back some memories. Hidden quite well from the people’s eyes. “ he said to himself. No one was around. Walking around back just as he did last time. The old man from before now sat down in a rocking chair made of wood. Thorsten had a questionable expression to when he got this, but didn’t say anything. “ Welcome back, Twin Hellfire. Yer’ Here to get some practice in the ring? Hahah or You looking for some side work. “ nudging his elbow into Thorsten’s ribcage. “ Yeah just here to get some practice in. Possibly just to relax my nerves. Ha..Haha.. “ releasing an awkward laugh. The old man opened up the entrance to the underground circuit.

Up-drift coming from the hatch that lead him further inside. At first it seemed empty. Everything silent to his ears. Than the lights hit. Finching to the sudden outburst making him put his hand above his brow. Thorsten heard the ringmaster beginning his announcement for a ring match.”   GET READY TO BATTLE. CHALLENGERS READY? HuehueHue! ENGAGE IN CONQUEST FOR THE TITLE! “ it bring back some recent memories. Thorsten made his way through the crowd. Pushing passed some components, and some regular citizens making it too the side bar. “ Some Lemonade~ please. Pressing his back against the wooden top. Adjusting his arse in the flat-top stool with no cushion. The thudding noise from the tankard holding the lemonade hit behind Thorsten. He didn’t jump, he just flipped his wrist to pull out a coin. Taking the tankard and beginning to sip it lightly. Thorsten looking onto the crowd hoping a slightly uneventful evening changed into something worth partaking in. Whether it be someone, or a thing that perks his interest.


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Withint he dark den of deceit and aggression, sat a hooded figure, one who was scanning the crowd for his target while under the guise and acting ruse of being a patron of the festivities of the fight club or whatever else was going on down here. Young Oliver Oxford, the Away Author of Magnostadt, the Illusory Runaway, the other great title that the writer couldn't think up at the moment. While he sat in the dark recesses, his eyes and hair obscured by the overhanging hood of the dark cloak he wore, Oliver's grin and nose stuck out from under the shadows.

From his spot he could observe the area and figure out what Takane wanted him to pilfer. But it was some sort of riddle. So he had time to people watch and try to discern it. What did catch his attention though, was some shortstack coming into this dark den while ordering nothing more than a lemonade? Far be it from the writer who was someone that sought the most interesting characters for his book to let an eleven year old hard boiled fighter slip by his gaze.

Oliver moved through the crowd, open toed sandals shuffling out past the long reaching cloak as he shifted his shoulders to the left and the right, making his way through toward the bar where young Thorsten sat. Oliver sat down himself and leaned over, tapping the bar with his index and middle finger twice, "Pineapple juice and coconut water please." The drink was mixed and served while Oliver leaned over and start to sip from the straw that was put into it.

"Oh I wonder wonder wonder, what's got someone possessed to come down here. I mean, besides the blood sport and all that. What do you think makes people want to come down here and live this kind of life?" He asked Thorsten from an outsider looking in perspective, trying to hint he wasn't here for those very reasons that he listed.


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Before the Kou Civil War Meeting Threads...

Journey Book to Trently and Farid(Dylan): Let's meet halfway between the mountains near my newly assigned camp in one month, if you can. I've heard there's a secluded inn there.
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One Month Later...

Right now I'm on my way to a Gao Yuan Zu Meeting, I wont be able to make it but I can keep you informed on how the Meeting goes once its over. Wish you luck Zadi. ~ Trently's Journey Book Reply


"Shame, I'll have to ask him later then."

The trip to his newly assigned encampment was a long one. However, Zadi didn't mind the occasional journey towards a desired location, but in this case Zadi didn't desire the destination. The blonde warrior wanted to be stationed near the action of the civil war, but one thing lead to another and he was to be assigned to a small encampment meant for specialized tasks. No further detail was given to Zadi, a simple soldier within Gao Yuan Zu's army, so that really pissed him off! Information is power! Not knowing the details of his assignment irked the warrior to no end, but he didn't want to ruin his chances of gaining influence in this war.

I gotta find a way to get closer to Gao Yuan Zu, otherwise this civil war will have been worthless to me, more or less. A good battle or two ought to be entertaining, to say the least. Hope Trently has some ideas.

During his trip, Zadi got tired. An inevitability, even on 'horseback', so to speak. Zadi eventually found a building looking to be an inn. Hopefully it was, otherwise Zadi and his beastly steed, Gaaron, would pass out in the middle of the valley. Zadi kept Gaaron a little further away from the other horses stationed nearby, just in case. Gaaron was a wild one, especially when provoked. Anyway, Zadi made his way to the inn-looking building and attempted to get himself and Gaaron some food, water, and shelter. An old man on a rocking chair greeted the blonde warrior once close enough.

"Greetin's traveler, what can I help yer with? Ah! Wait, I can guess! You want a good fight n' rest thereafter! You've come to jus' the right place! Step inside."

"No, wait, I came here for-"

"Fightin' n' restin'! I just said that, heehee!"

I guess I have to fight for some rest...ugh...

Zadi stepped inside, still weary and confused. Gaaron would get antsy without Zadi's aid, so the blonde warrior would have to hurry and fight for some much needed rest! The inside pointed out by the rocking chair man was not what Zadi expected. He went inside and was greeted by loud roars and glasses clinking left and right. The cheers seemed to be directed towards a small arena in the center. All the areas except for the arena were dimly lit, probably to focus on this establishment's main course, the fighting arena. Thankfully, Zadi wouldn't have to fight for anything as long as he stayed away from the arena and focused on the bar near the entrance. However, Zadi stuck out a little with his pink kimono and Balbadd, baggy pants. His sword, Rukh Slayer, was also with him, indicating he was a warrior of sorts. Therefore Zadi was attended to by two bulky gentlemen. They didn't say anything; all the two bulky men did was stand behind Zadi and 'guide' him towards the arena. Zadi didn't walk and let his escorts bump into him. The irritated Zadi didn't even turn around to address them as he spoke.

"I didn't come here to fight."

The bulky men still didn't say anything, irritating Zadi to no end! He was exhausted from his journey and wanted to rest! Not to mention how exhausted Gaaron must be waiting outside in the cold night! Zadi was having no more of this nonsense and decided to take action! Unfortunately, Zadi was blindsided by the crowd in front of him and forced onto the stage. His sword was abruptly taken from him along with his pink kimono. This sketchy place seemed to be short on fighters tonight, so anyone that stood out with a quality weapon at their side would be forced onto the stage, or at least that's what it seemed like to the unwilling Zadi.

"AND WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A CHALLENGER! GIVE I UP FOR THE BLOOOOOOONDE BIIIIIIIIITCH! Huehuehue!"

"The what!? I was forced up here, so I at least reserve the right to give myself a name!"

"GET READY TO BATTLE! CHALLENGERS READY? HuehueHue! ENGAGE IN CONQUEST FOR THE TITLE!"


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STAMINA
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ingyi looked up at the cottage ahead of her, her head tilting to the side. While it had been quite some time since she had last visited the "building", she has not forgotten that the important part laid beneath its structure. Retracing the path she had taken the last time she had been to the arena, Jingyi weaved around the cottage to the back of it.

It would have seemed that the gatekeeper had gotten himself a rocking chair in her absence. Sticking her hands into her pockets, the armored soldier strolled casually towards him, her regular smile in place on her face.

"Hey again!" Jingyi chimed, pulling a hand out of her pocket to wave at the bearded man. She got a toothy grin in response as the old man sat up in his rocking chair.

"'Eeey, you back again, girl? What brings ya here? More fightin', right?" He cackled to himself, rising to his feet and opening the hatch that led to the fight circuit. Jingyi just shrugged her shoulders and laughed again, patting her hand on Windcutter's hilt.

"Guess I wanted to see what new stuff is happening. Maybe catch some familiar faces, watch some matches?" She responded, starting to head down the hatch before pausing. Glancing at the old man, Jingyi winked before laughing herself, "If the competition is fun then maybe I might join in." With that said, Jingyi disappeared completely inside the tunnel heading to the underground match. She heard the hatch fall close as she took the stairs two at a time.

"AND WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A CHALLENGER! GIVE I UP FOR THE BLOOOOOOONDE BIIIIIIIIITCH! Huehuehue! GET READY TO BATTLE! CHALLENGERS READY? HuehueHue! ENGAGE IN CONQUEST FOR THE TITLE!" Luckily for the redheaded girl, it would seem that she managed to catch the first battle. Though, it was rather unfortunate for whoever the "blond bitch" is to recieve the nickname. Were they a newcomer getting the lovely dose of "welcome to the match", or were they such a sucker in the ring that he or she always lost? If that was the case, then a new career was in order.

Squinting her eyes against the lights, Jingyi moved quickly around and through the crowd. She wasn't exactly the most prepared for a fistfight in the ring, so hopefully, any workers of the circuit wouldn't snatch her up and force her on stage. She may have the appearance of a Fanalis woman, she unfortunately simply didn't have their bare strength.

Rising on her toes as she walked, Jingyi spotted the familiar bar to her right and dropped down. Changing directions, she edged past some eager spectators in her reach to get a drink.
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Dylan had received word in his Journey Book about Zadi and how they were supposed to meet before reaching their assigned faction camp. Perhaps it was merely a test before they were to deem the new owner of the journey book before they were to take him into the fold. He still wasn’t too certain about how these people operated so he declined to respond to Zadi, but nonetheless, he would begin his preparations for the venture.

~Current Time

Aeschylus would wander the countryside with his Desert Prophet as a walking stick, assuming his scythe-like staff would be a bit too inconspicuous. The man was adorned in offwhite leather tunic with a matching leather skirt, pants and boots beneath them. His hood was resting behind his neck, and the priests’ brunette hair was slicked back with sweat. Each step across the plains was taken with ease, not sure about the details of this inn nor the camp, and having already travelled a couple of days, there was no need for rushing.

But alas, now he had spotted the inn, and there would be time to talk to Zadi, and perhaps meet other members of the organization and figure if there was another power controlling it. As he finally approached and made his way in, he realized it was a bit larger than necessary. Then he started to grow a bit more suspicious, but he assumed it was all part of the grander scheme of things.

The door swung open at the slight force of his touch. “AH GOT OURSELVES A SHY ONE. YA BEST HEAD ON DOWN THE HALL NOW WALK ON OUT. I DON’T KNOW IF THIS PLACE IS FOR YOU.” Aeschylus was a bit confused at what was going on, but he followed down hall carefully. And it was like Deja Vu…. there was her silhouette again. But this time, Dylan did not cry out. Perhaps she was always spying on him? He had to get to the bottom of this, but for now, he couldn’t quite trust his old friend, it had been a long year and despite just reuniting…. The coincidence of it all was too much. He gave time for Jingyi to make it down, waiting in the halls for several minutes before proceeding further.

As he heard faint echoes about a… blonde bitch battle’? He could tell now that this place wasn’t just an inn, or if anyone would really ever call it an inn. Once it had seemed that the event was well underway, he would make his way into the area, and what he saw was outstanding. It was an illegal fighting arena… He couldn’t be seen in this attire. He quickly ditched his leathers to reveal a simply white cotton shirt, then proceeded to blend into the crowd as he tried to catch sight of Jingyi and the battle.


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The lemonade had tasted the same as before. He had enjoy his time here before. Noir, and Jingyi was the first two official people besides Rain, and Diana, he has met. The crowd had a large uproar once someone called the ‘Blonde Bitch’ entered the ring. Raising his tankard of lemonade with each cry of cheers from the crowd as it soon to begin. New faces, and some old showed themselves. The blonde bitch was a new one. ‘ I should introduce myself after he fights. He looks interesting. Or um… well funny looking exactly not interesting. ‘ Thorsten thought to himself.

Finishing his lemonade as his eyes darted across the back of people's heads. He saw a familiar shade of red. ‘ Jingyi Hou? ‘ he questioned. But it was cut off. A Orange haired teen? Sounded young anyways just as he is had spoke to him. ‘ What makes people come down here? ‘ he had asked. Thorsten, turned and squinted his eyes before extending his right index finger. Poking into the orange haired teens cheek. If he had gotten poke, Thorsten would speak and push him back with one finger to open up some distance between them. “ To get their minds off the blood, poverty, and sadness of war. Wouldn't you want something fun to do to forget these horrid times? Orange Hair, um… scholar looking teen? Your outfit says you're from another continent or area. Reim? Magnostadt? Perhaps if I can say and ask. Hahahaha “ Thorsten had chuckle placing the tankard on the counter. His eyes now locked on the orange haired man. Playful expression even though he may have push him away.


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Oliver's cheek sunk in a little with the prodding finger, and he looked over at Thorsten, without moving his body, just his eyes.  Their amber color having a tint of red to them as his interest in the fact that someone so young was here in the den of the devils and just enjoying a lemonade like it was nothing? The kid either knew nothing of fear, or had some serious cahones to come down here.

He was questioned about his orange hair.  Orange? Oh right- Oliver reached to his hair line and hooked a couple of fingers under, lifting up the bright orange wig he was wearing, revealing a bit of a light sandy taupe colored mane underneath.  With his hand letting go of the wig, he put his index finger to his lips, he had to be here undercover after all.

His lineage of origin was questioned. "That obvious huh?" He brought his tankard of pineapple juice to his mouth and started to drink, holding up his index finger to signify he needed a moment while he drank the sweet and sour juice down in one go.  Angle by angle his head tipped back and the juice poured into his mouth before a hearty sigh of enjoyment came out and he put the wooden mug back onto the bar.

"I'll tell you, you're right." How cryptic. He did hold up two fingers as he said it to Thorsten, turning his gaze back to the fight where some blonde bitch was about to tussle with someone.  Maybe Thorsten would take note of the two fingers and put two and two together so to speak.  He was someone from Magnostadt, but he was here to pickpocket someone in particular for his liaison with the Thieves' Guild to further his career as a burgeoning assassin, not that he was too keen on the whole contract killing.

"You mentioned Jingyi Hou from Kou. Didn't you?" He of course knew Jingyi himself, and was looking forward to seeing her again.  But whenever he said her name he always spaced out the syllables on purpose, even when talking about her to other people.  When he spotted that red head from over yonder, he would shout out her name and then put his thumb and index finger in between his lips in a U shape before blowing a loud whistle to get her attention.

He looked back over at Thorsten then, "So to forget these horrid times? I don't want to do that. I want to glean from them and put them into my work, to immortalize the memory of it.  You're free to your vices and escapes. But you have to come back to face it at some point right?" He meant the war going on, but deep down he was referring to the personal thing he was running from at home.  Though no one in the group to be formed would be finding out about that until he was associated with them. Ooooo spooky forehshadowing!


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"Hey! Listen to me when I'm talking to you! My name isn't Blonde Bitch!"

Zadi was getting more worked up than usual. Getting such an unoriginal nickname didn't sit well with Zadi. If he was to be given a nickname, he at least wanted something original and never-before-heard. Maybe even a made up word out of thin air? Regardless, Zadi was pretty frustrated at the moment; he was forced into a fight for his food and drink, given an unoriginal nickname akin to an insult, and ignored by the very people responsible for the aforementioned strikes. Zadi was gonna take his frustration out on his opponent, whomever or whatever it may be!

"Pay attention, blondie!"

Zadi's opponent reared his ugly mug, readying a solid punch for Zadi's gut while Zadi made a fuss about his given nickname. However, Zadi was on guard the moment he came to the secluded inn. The blonde warrior had to be ready for anything in such a sketchy environment. So ready, in fact, that Zadi was able to quickly turn his head and glare at his opponent with a snarl on his face, snarl filled with rage!

"BLONDIE!? ORIGINALITY WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED!"

Another unoriginal nickname given to Zadi only a minute after another unoriginal nickname. This wave of unoriginal naming was hitting Zadi's pride, hard. The weight of the dumb nicknames caused Zadi to lash out and yell at his incoming opponent, take the punch to the gut, and counter by grabbing the gut-entrenched fist's wrist. Using the full might of his superior strength training, Zadi flung the bulky fellow out of the makeshift ring and into the crowd! Zadi's muscles were now warmed up and not hiding anymore; his toned, shirtless upper body was pulsing rage and adrenaline after throwing his opponent out of the ring.

"WHO'S NEXT!?"

"WOAAAAAH! WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A TRUE CONTENDER! Huehuehue, this is going to be exciting."

However, multiple opponents made themselves clear after Zadi's crowd-wide taunt. A handful of previous winners of the night came back to the ring and felt personally challenged by Zadi's actions and took it upon themselves to prove their own worth. The ring was just barely large enough to hold Zadi and the other fighters, but even Zadi would have a hard time against so many, physically adept opponents. Zadi regretted letting his frustrations get to him so easily, but a hungry man's gotta eat, right? With a seemingly playful chuckle, Zadi's rage subsided and he could tell he was in trouble.

Haha...well, woops. Maybe I can ask the crowd for some help.

"Hey everyone! My name is Zadi and I came here for food! Anyone willing to help out?"


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J I N G Y I


MY SWORD IS A LIFE TAKER
STAMINA
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MAGOI
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ingyi paused as she heard someone whistle, her eyebrows furrowing together. Casting a glance around her, the woman blinked in surprise as she saw Thorsten and a face that gave her the Deja Vu chills. It took her a moment before realizing that the face was actually that of her assassin-slash-Magnostadt. Her face promptly lit up with the signature Jingyi smile as she changed directions and instead strolled towards them.

"Hey, Thorsten! Hey, Ollie!" She greeted them with a chuckle, wedging herself between the both of them so she could wrap one arm around the both of them in a semi-hug. After a tight squeeze, she let her friends go and stepped back to give them space, her hands coming to a rest on her hips.

"I see Mr. Twin-Hellfire is back, looking for more trouble in the rings?" Jingyi inquired Thorsten first before turning her attention to Oliver, her head tilting to the side. "And what's Mr. Writer doing here? A cover on the fighting ring? Or are you lookin' to pick up combat tips?" There was an obvious teasing tone to the redhead's words, but it was also apparent that she was playing with the uprising assassin.

Just as she opened her mouth to continue chattering with the pair, a voice from the ring began to yell in rage. Something about originality and Blondie. Jingyi quickly turned her attention towards the stage and rose briefly onto her toes, watching as a blond-haired fighter throw his foe out of the ring. While Jingyi hadn't spent enough time in the fighting circuit to know ever other competitors, nor did she visit often to learn the new faces, Blondie was completely unfamiliar to her. Just looking at the man could tell one that he was obviously enraged but also pumped for his next opponents.

Jingyi was about to turn her head away and return to her conversation with Oliver and Thorsten when people started to flood into the ring to get a chance to fight Blondie. He then made an offer to the watching crowd, something about how he just wanted some food and if anyone was willing to assist him in the fight. Taking a sideways step towards the ring, Jingyi offered a sheepish smile to Oliver and Thorsten.

"Excuse me for a moment, will ya? Thanks!" She quickly told them before turning completely and walking towards the ring. Jingyi hadn't wholly anticipated on fighting in the arena, but the match seemed like a fun one. Only time would tell if other fighters would help "Zadi" (maybe Thorsten would jump in?) and at the moment he seemed a bit swamped against the staggering amount of fighters who had swarmed into the ring. Before entering the ring, Jingyi stored away Windcutter (it was a fist fight brawl, after all).

"I hope you don't mind a fair much if I joined in!" The woman stated as she pushed her way into the ring, careful not to stumble over anyone. Now that she was up close she could see just how many people were packed into the too small ring, but that would only make the fight more exciting than it was.
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Fwuu-prrrk.

One of the contenders in the battle had been rung out into the stands right before Aeschylus. He was looking at Jingyi as it happened, and turned his focus to the unconscious competitor. Tempted to heal him, but he reserved himself to not reveal any more information than necessary. He turned back to Jingyi to see if she had noticed him, but her focus was her two companions. The three of them seemed to be filled with white rukh, but who was to know how they were truly like.

Dylan was still unsettled, and would have to attempt to investigate Jingyi and her two companions. He would skulk back into the shadows, but then he turned to the arena as the winner had spoken some more… He had spoken something familiar but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Then a moment later, the lightbulb of his mind had flicked on. “Zadi!” It was at this moment he had come to the realization that the fighter in the arena was to be his new ally. However, it seemed a bit off that they would designate a location… and then be ambushed. Either this was a sophisticated test or perhaps it wasn’t quite what he expected.

He would have to prove himself at the very least, He would do his best, but with this amount of people who seemed to be able to take care of themselves he would have to unleash his staffs inner power.
He would reveal his “desert prophet” and then by channeling some magoi and aiming the prophet into the arena away from Zadi, casting Huja. Granules and from the stands and the arena gathered together, in the shape of a small tornado. The cyclone descended down the arena walls and into a pair of enemies. As it landed, the windstorm exploded and took out even more people in the area. As the wind and sand dissipated, the enemies were laying on the floor, looking sullen and gasping for air. He wasnt quite sure what to do. Everything was too much. After doing his small part, he would attempt to leave amongst the confusion trying to avoid being seen. Forcing his way out anyway possible if he were to be caught.

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All pardons taken. said in a playful manner as he waved Jingyi off. Oliver stood next to him still. He heard Jingyi say his name when she came over to greet the both of us. Oliver? A H L E E V E R ? straining out the name. Mockingly enough, Thorsten had a question pop into his head or something just to continue their conversation. He shook his head when he spoke about Thorsten guessing his origins. Oh no, no. It not fun guessing your origins off this easily. having a uncertain gut feeling about the teen. Something else shrouding him maybe. But Thorsten hadn't let the feeling cha his facial expression to give off an awkwardness.

When he talked about me mentioning Jingyi, she had came over, but that was earlier so he dismissed speaking on how he knew Jingyi Hou, unless Oliver had brought it up again. Reaching his hand backwards. Tapping two fingers against the wood to address getting him another round. Lemonade was his favorite drink. Happily enjoying the sweet contrast of sugar, mixed with lemon water.

Thorsten, had notice Oliver had gotten comfortable. Well it looked like he had gotten comfortable since he had taken off a wig? It was a first. An a first could lead to something new. ‘ A orange wig? Why would he need such a thing. Should I ask him about it.  Or should I just examine his actions instead of his words.  ‘ He thought to himself. Oliver had begin to speak however so Thorsten cut his thought short.

” So to forget these horrid times? I don't want to do that. I want to glean from them and put them into my work, to immortalize the memory of it.  You're free to your vices and escapes. But you have to come back to face it at some point right? “

Looking Oliver directly in the eyes after he said the first sentence. It sounded more like a question than a sentence. Squinting his eyes. Thorsten wondered what sort of occupation he had to have to be like ‘glean from them’ he thought. Just as he was about to speak some figure in the distance had reacted to helping the blonde man. It would have been fine. However the ‘dummy’ had pulled out a staff.

Oliver. If I may address you by your first name. Well you excuse me. That dumb ass has unfortunately just injuries civilians. But when I come back, would you explain your ‘work’? Sounds interesting. pulling his knees to his torso and crouching on the stool.

Stomping off the wooden stool. Moving through the air keeping his body hollow. One after another some civilians fell to the ground from the power of the staff. Thorsten drew into arms length of the man. If the man hadn't moved from the spot, he planned to tackle him to the ground.

Now now. Dumb asses like you shouldn't play with magic. This is a FISTICUFFS circuit. Not release something estranged to these poor people trying to get through rough times with MAGIC. You've taken the fun out of this chaotic moment and put these people through? What exactly did you do, Mister Dumb Ass?

Thorsten said standing over the man if he was able to tackle him to the ground. Using his immeasurable strength to hold the man down. A couple of people reaching for Thorsten and the man as they coughed and gagged due to the staff ability. Others trying to find a source of liquid to quench their thirst. Thorsten awaited what the man had to say.


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Nodded to Thorsten as the kid made his way away from the bar. "Oh yeah sure, I'll tell you all about it." Jingyi was here, someone new to meet and a group of others that were causing a ruckus was all he needed for him to focus on the job he was brought here for in the first place.

In the commotion that was created by the group of adventurers in the fighting ring, Oliver slipped off from the bar, and through the crowd of people gathered around it. He had to act fast. Just a simple description given to him that was lining up for Oliver to try and figure out who he was targeting, and what he needed to take off their person.

So many faces, dozens of them, and only one that stood out when he was told he was looking for a scarred man. Thankfully he wasn't looking for anyone scared. So when he brushed his shoulders through the crowd shouting around the fighting ring, Oliver sneaked up behind the louse with a rather sizeable scar over his face and got his hands into those pockets. Thanks to his training, he was able to do this without a problem, and withdrew a key that had a colorful ribbon tied to it. The orange wig wearing author quickly got out of there, excusing himself for a moment, disposing of the wig and his overcoat, walking back in with a long sleeved beige shirt and a dark black vinyl vest over it. His legs were adorned with dark brown pants that had mossy green diamonds embossed into the outsides of the thighs, and a nice pair of open toed sandals for the hot weather of the year.

Sneaking right back up to the bar, looking like a new person, he ordered another coconut and pineapple juice drink while watching the fight escalate. This would be fun to watch at least.


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Zadi was hungry and ready for fight for his food! However, Zadi didn't expect anybody else crowding the ring; a red-head woman joined the fray but with Zadi rather than against him. Not exactly the kind of help Zadi had in mind when he asked for food, but this woman's help would have to do for now. Maybe Zadi could eat her for sustenance while he waited for his real food to be brought up? Joking aside, Zadi had hoped for someone to throw some food or drink his way. His stomach and throat couldn't take much more torture. Zadi couldn't even imagine what the act of fasting for a day would be like. Shivers and stomach pains crawled up and down the blonde warrior's spine at the thought of fasting right now.

Anyway, a stroke of luck almost literally hit Zadi as said stroke in the form of a tornado blasted through Zadi's competition, leaving himself and the woman next to him seemingly unharmed. From Zadi's position, he couldn't see who fired off the tornado, though obviously with the help of magic. Was a magician on Zadi's side? Again, no way of knowing...that is until Zadi looked around and noticed someone charging for a staff-wielding individual. To be honest, Zadi felt conflicted by this situation; on one hand his competition was wiped out and he could now get himself some food and drink but on the other hand the competition was hit by a seemingly powerful magic, sucking away their breath and hydration. A cruel magic to be used against defenseless individuals, but Zadi decided he would thank the individual responsible, maybe. No telling what that charging man would do.

Zadi turned to the red-headed woman next to him and smiled, "Well I guess I can get some food now, hahaha! Eeeeh, but I guess we should help my opponents recover. That looked like some strong magic. Gonna have to thank and shame my mysterious protector." Zadi then made his way to the downed opponents and attempted to help them to their feet. Zadi might even be able to use one for some personal benefit and get himself a drink at the very least. He picked up a downed man and carried said man to the bar in hopes of getting himself and the downed man a drink. Next to Zadi at the bar looked to be a normal person with brown pants. Nobody special in appearance.

Hm...nope, I don't recognize him. Must not be Farid- er, Dylan as he likes to call himself now. Wonder if Farid is gonna show up. Well, time to get myself a drink-

"Shit, my money was in my kimono! Ugh, where did those heathens put my stuff?"


Zadi twisted his body around while in his chair, searching for the pink kimono in the crowd. Being shirtless and all, Zadi's chest scar was prominently shown to everyone near the blonde kimono wearer, including the plainly dressed man next to Zadi.


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ingyi's fists raised in preparation to take down some of the men who stood around, her eyes narrowed with excitement. The men obviously weren't going to let the blonde leave until they were knocked out of the fight, and there was no harm in helping. Just as the redhead was about to lunge at the nearest man to her right, a storm of some sort blasted through the ranks of the men. They were thrown about, left gasping for air and clutching at their chests. It was an odd sight to be sure, but magic was always weird and slightly disturbing.

It was a little mean, to be honest. It was a competition where they had to duel one another in fisticuffs, not dodge magic spells from a Magician. Not to mention the state that the men were left in after they were hit by the tornado.

The man to her left began to say something, catching Jingyi's attention and causing her to glance at him. With a brief smile, she nodded her head and followed him to the opponents. She wasn't able to help him with the fight, so why not help him out in other ways?

Spotting a man who was having a particularly difficult time getting some air in, Jingyi kneels down and rubbed the man's back sympathetically before helping him up. Allowing the fighter to lean against her, Jingyi looked around before spotting the topless blonde by the bar. The redhead quickly got the struggling man leaning against her to the station, dropping him off on a stool.

Getting on her toes next, Jingyi glanced about and then headed towards the man once she had spotted him. "Yo," Jingyi would begin to say, almost calling the man "Blondie" since she didn't know his actual name. But she caught herself before uttering the second syllable upon remembering his earlier reactions to the term, "Ah, I don't know your actual name, but you mentioned coming for food, aye?" She inquired, her hands patting down her form as she searched for her wallet. "I wasn't able to help much back there, but I can pay for some grub instead? The redhead would continue, keeping her eyes on Zadi's face as she spoke.
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Thorsten looked around. The man hadn't avoided the tackle so he dusted himself off. These poor people are kind of dying. Now get out. having a attitude with the magician. Grabbing him by his collar and showing him the door. Returning to see the ring had cleared and the blonde bitch, and Jingyi had walked back to the bar. Hey wait up. he said waving his hand towards Jingyi, and the dude. Oliver looked to be near by also. Thorsten waved him over. Oliver, come sit over here. even though he just met him. He casually asked him to sit. Waving his hand in the air to get a round of lemonade for himself again.

so Jingyi, and blonde dude. How was being in the ring. Better to say for Jingyi case. Again.

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While Oliver did not have much to gain out of joining the fight, he stayed back as Jingyi, Thorsten and the big blonde occupied themselves in the fighting ring.

He had accomplished the task that he needed to. What this key was for he wasn't sure. But at least it would get that dreadful woman off his case for the time being.

So Oliver did not do much but lean back against the bar, figuring that when everyone over there was done cavorting about, they would likely come over. But to be safe, he waved Jingyi over, trying to pantomime with his hands that the bar was the place to order the food and the four of them could get to dining together.

He turned around and faced the bartender, placing an order for some basic meal that would appease everyone, some good old bread sticks to get things going.


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Zadi was in a bit of a panic not knowing where his stuff was being kept, but at least the blonde didn't have to worry about paying for a meal thanks to the red-haired girl. Her appreance reminded Zadi of a Fanalis, but with the diversity of looks these days, there's not concrete way of knowing if an individual is a Fanalis or human. Perhaps Imuchakk are easier to distinguish due to their supposedly large frame, but Zadi hasn't met enough Imuchakk to truly know anything. With how large the world felt to Zadi, knowledge felt so far out of reach. If only Trently and Farid would show up to help the blonde warrior with his master plan of gaining influence. Perhaps the red-haired woman could be of some use in the future if Zadi played his cards right?

"Thank you very much! I might as well let you know my name since you are being so kind; Zadi Medmar. So, if you don't mind sharing, what is my savior's name?"

After introducing himself and paying for the cheap gruel, Zadi waited for said gruel to be cooked and served. No meal made quickly is good for consumption, at least in Zadi's opinion. Hopefully this red-haired woman would introduce herself to Zadi so he may continue speaking with her in terms friendlier than 'savior'. During this time, Zadi ended up ignoring the passed out fighter next to him; if said fighter wasn't strong enough to survive a tornado of sand then he wasn't worth Zadi's care. Zadi just wanted to get some food and perhaps increase the group's membership roster.


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potting both Thorsten and Oliver in the corner of her eye, Jingyi did suppose that she did say that she would come back to them. Turning her attention to the blondie as he began to speak, the redhead smiled cheerfully at the "savior" part.

"Oh, I'm Hou Jingyi. But feel free to just call me Jingyi~" She chimed, motioning for them to take a seat at the bar that was set between the two of her friends. Fishing out her wallet, she paid haung for Zadi's meal and ordered some food for herself.

Lounging back on her stool, she leaned her elbow against the counter and crossed one wrist over another. Running through some conversation starters through her head, the affable girl decided on a question.

"So, Zadi, you mentioned that you were stopping here for food and rest, yeah? Does that mean you're on a trip somewhere, if you don't mind me askin'?" Jingyi inquired with a tilt of her head, raising an eyebrow upwards. A cherry on the top was a polite smile, so she would seem less intrusive to the man. Zadi had quite the reaction to the term blondie, and he easily threw a man out of the ring like it was nothing; therefore, Jingyi didn't want to step on any toes and end up sailing through the air.
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Thorsten noticed he hadn’t been ‘notice’. Mayve Jingyi probably did, but the blonde warrior hadn’t. Did he feel some sort of way about it. Yes. Thorsten made a sort of pouting face when he didn’t get the simple attention he seeked for. Being ignored wasn’t really fun. His bottom lip poking out, while his arms crossed. Sitting down didn’t help much, as he wanted to shoot up and stand. Fighting back the urge to have a small tantrum, Thorsten’s lemonade arrived. Sitting next to Jingyi, he’d tug on the end of her elbow. At the loose clothing that was able to be grabbed. Sipping on at the rim of the tankard. The sweet taste running along his tastebuds, making him just swirl his tongue around a little to savor its taste. Gulping down his first sip.

Almost acting like a child didn’t slip his mind. He still had one of his hands on the loose article of clothing holding it to feel a sort of comfort. Jingyi, how was being in the ring again? Thorsten, said. Hoping this time she heard him. Hopefully Oliver was nearby, so he could speak with him next. It looked everyone had ordered a meal to enjoy, and Thorsten had just some lemonade as usual. ” Oliver, I’ve forgotten our subject in conversation. So… Um. I suppose I apologize.” Noting he hadn’t been long gone from Oliver, when they ended their previous conversation. The last person at the table was the blonde warrior, but due to being ignored sort of before. Thorsten eyed him as he ate, waiting for Oliver, or Jingyi to reply.


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Oliver would continue to wave over Thorsten, Jingyi and the new guy until they would finally come over and join him for some food. And when the whole group was there, Oliver would be the first to speak up, answering Thorsten's question.

"It's fine man. Just sit down, I wanna find out who the new guy is and talk about what made all of these interesting people come up here out of nowhere today."

Oliver found it interesting, the concept of a group of people all coming together and forming up into a coalition of like minded individuals. "So new guy--what's your story?" He would ask, having just spoken about Zadi in front of the blonde haired man's presence before directly talking to him. he would be sitting across from Zadi with Thorsten and Jingyi on his other sides. To the table was a plate of chicken skewers, one of the favorites he had here in Kou.


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Jingyi seemed like a nice enough person, though her extreme niceness was a little off putting to Zadi, a paranoid individual. However, she was kind to Zadi already, might as well attempt to answer her question while not giving too much away about himself. However, basically the same question was asked a second time, but this time by the normal looking person Zadi decided to sit next to. The same question asked twice was getting a little suspicious for the paranoid Zadi, but where's the foul in answering? As long as no harm was done to Zadi's 'story' then everything would turn out alright, hopefully. No telling what might happen until something happens.

"Haha! The same question twice...well, no harm no foul. This place is a stop along my journey involving military business. I'm a soldier in an army, nothing special yet. Can't tell you which army for obvious reasons, hope you understand."

Zadi felt a little less paranoid when the food came around; chicken on a stick, more or less. Zadi hadn't had much of food like this before, so he started eating right away, mostly out of pure hunger. However, he made sure to leave enough for his beast waiting outside. That dungeon monstrosity was large and therefore hungry enough to each a tree if it had to. Zadi had to hurry up and go outside if he didn't want his beast to cause a ruckus.

"Sorry, I gotta do something real quick. Would love to continue this conversation when I get back."

Upon excusing himself, Zadi hurried outside to see his beast loudly snoring. Nothing looked bitten, chewed, or missing...for now. Zadi didn't have his stuff on his person at the moment, which is another problem to be rectified, so buying more food would mean begging others for money; Zadi didn't like begging for multiple reasons. Anyway, the smell of the chicken seemed to wake up the large beast; drool started to slip down the lip-like ends of the beasts mouth, prompting Zadi to throw the remaining chicken plus stick into the beast's mouth. The chicken seemed to do the trick, but being as big as the beast was, a little chicken was barely enough.


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It was at the top of the day and Diana had found herself in a local tavern. The bar was filled with it's regulars along with the occasional traveler much like herself. Her fingers twirled around the rim of the cup in front of her. The bartender placed a bowl of assorted nuts in front of her. She flipped a coin towards him that he skillfully caught between his fingers. 'Show off.' A smile graced her lips. "Is there anything interesting to do in this town?" Her inquiry didn't go unnoticed by those around her. There was the usual clamor of inappropriate comments yet the man sitting next to her had an actual answer. "There is an arena near by if you want to test your skills. Otherwise, it's good entertainment to watch a bunch of greenhorns rip into each other." The man brought his cup to his lips, the ale flowed in his mouth and down the sides of his beard. Diana was interested in the location. Despite the horrors that it brought her mind, she missed the coliseum from back home. If this town had something similar, it was worth checking it out. "Where is it?" She asked. "Just follow the road. There is an old man out front and it's huge. You won't miss it." Diana nodded her head in understanding. She took a handful of nuts before leaving the tavern.

Pluto was lying down across the street in a small clearing. His head perked up when he saw Diana come out. It took him a few moments but he managed to get up and trot his way towards her. She gently rubbed his head and then grabbed his mane. They proceeded down the dirt road for a half mile before they reached their location. It looked just like an inn. On the porch, there rocked an old man on his chair. Next to him, there was a blonde haired figure near a beast of some sort. "Interesting." Pluto began sniffing the air, making a low growl. As they drew closer to the building, the man became more familiar. She jogged over to him and tried to get in front of him so she could see his face. It was him! "What was your name..? Zazi... Zabi... Zavi, was it?" It had been a while since she had last seen him. Though, he didn't look much different. Pluto walked behind him and began sniffing his hair. "Pluto." Diana squinted her eyes at him as he began to open his mouth around the man. "Do you remember?" She inquired him about the coliseum match they had long ago. Diana looked slightly different from when he last saw her. Her hair was longer and she had a few more scars due to her adventures. "If not, I could remind you through a quick spar." Despite being much stronger now, it could be fun to show him her development and get some revenge.


beasts:

Name: Pluto
Tier: B
Type: Normal
Species: Lunar Canine
Appearance: Pluto is a special breed of canine that was bred by Minerva Corvus. It has a voluminous white coat with a large grey mane, long ears and tail. They have red sclera with a blue iris and get their name from the crescent moon shaped mark on their heads. As a full grown male and after a bit more growth spurts, he is a final height of 13m tall.

Beast Traits:

Trait Name: Acidic Maw
Trait Tier: D
Trait Requirement: Lunar Canine
Trait Description: Over time through breeding, this species has developed an acidic saliva.
Trait Effect: Allows the beast to register acidic saliva based abilities and is immune to the saliva in them.

Trait Name: Necrotic Claws
Trait Tier: D
Trait Requirement: Lunar Canine
Trait Description: Over time through breeding, full grown members of this species have developed an ability to secrete a toxin through their claws that causes gangrenous necrosis.
Trait Effect: Allows the beast to register toxin based abilities and is immune to the toxin in them.

Trait Name: Poison Resistance
Trait Tier: D
Trait Requirement: Lunar Canine
Trait Description: Over time through breeding, this species has developed a resistance to poisons and toxins.
Trait Effect: The beast is resistant to poisons and toxins, delaying their effect for one post.

Trait Name: Damage Resistance
Trait Tier: D
Trait Requirement: Lunar Canine
Trait Description: Over time through training and experience, this beast has become more resistant to cuts due to it's rough hide.
Trait Effect: This beast is able to resist D tier slashing damage.

Trait Name: Bred for Battle
Trait Tier: B
Trait Requirement: Lunar Canine
Trait Description: Through sheer genes, size, and good training they can pack more of a punch than other canine breeds.
Trait Effect: The beast's basic attacks deal A-Tier damage.

Trait Name: Apex Predator
Trait Tier: B
Trait Requirement: Lunar Canine
Trait Description: Through sheer genes, size, and good training they can move faster than most mounts and beasts.
Trait Effect: The beast can now move like a blur across short distances and move fast enough to run along walls.

weapons:
Name: Hermes
Tier: A
Type: Katana
Material: Tamahagane | Leather / Hide | Gold-Plated Steel
Appearance: The blade is expertly forged out of a dark tamahagane. Certain parts of the katana is plated with a rich gold. Etched into the guard is the face of a demon. While the scabbard and handle are lined with a soft scaly hide; the fitting and braid is made of fine leather. The entire weapon is 104 cm whilst the handle is 28 cm and the blade is 79 cm.

This katana was forged as a physical reminder of one of her teachers, Mikazuki Tenma, and in honor of her late father, Marx. She was inspired to have a similar blade to his made after training under him. It was given the name, Hermes, after one of her ancestors who delivered many men to the afterlife. The demonic face etched into the guard is a symbol of fierceness and protection. It's meant to ward off any bad spirits that may attach themselves to the blade.


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ingyi cast a glance at Thorsten, her smile becoming sweeter. If she could see herself, she would say that it reminded her of the expression Xinyi would give her whenever her mother saw her. Was the boy upset that she hadn’t “noticed” him earlier? The thought amused the woman, obvious from the way her smile curled as she moved her elbow away from the lad. She lazily slung her arm half-heartedly across his shoulders as if Thorsten was her younger brother before shrugging at his question.

”Didn’t see much action, some Magician wiped out the crowd too early,” Jingyi chirped good-naturedly, turning her attention to Oliver. He seemed to be as curious as she was in “Zadi”, resulting in the blonde being asked the same question twice. Speaking of the fighter, the redhead’s attention fell on him as he spoke.

”Oh? An army man?” Jingyi mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing as she looked at Zadi again with a new light. There were no obvious signs for which army he was fighting for, nor did she recognize him as any higher up she had previously met or seen in passing.

As their meal arrived, Jingyi gave Thorsten a light squeeze before letting go and grabbing her plate. She grabbed a mouthful of food, a chicken leg much like what Zadi had ordered, though she was going through it at a much slower pace than the man. Putting down her fork after getting in a bite, red eyes glanced at Zadi as he excused himself from the table.

Now that their newfound “companion” had left for whatever errand, Jingyi lifted her drumstick in her hand and took a rather un-ladylike bite from it. Leaning it back down against the plate, the redhead chewed quickly and smiled to herself. It was nice to see the two boys again after their brief separation. It would seem like it was a good month for reunions between friends.

”So, boys, what mischief have you two been up to? Should I be heading to the nearest bookstore to see if my favorite author has finally released something yet?” Jingyi questioned as she leaned back against the counter, her fingers loosely holding onto the end of her drumstick as her head cocked to the side. She first looked at Oliver questionably, knowing that it wasn’t uncommon for the Goi to write before turning her attention to Thorsten. ”And you, have you been causing any ruckus here? Or have you evolved to terrorizing other rings by now?”
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“ So, boys, what mischief have you two been up to? Should I be heading to the nearest bookstore to see if my favorite author has finally released something yet? ” It seemed she wanted to address his daily diddle dally. A small stroke of his chin. Rotating his left hand through the air making a whooping noise. Thorsten, smirking while bring forth his tankard. Had he actually remembered what he did the previous week, he would tell a good story, but sadly not. Thorsten, could only sip his lemonade before licking his lips. ” I dabbled and went around the block a little, Jingyi. I'm slowly building up my strength.” Thorsten, pulling gah sleeve up and flexing. Hoping she felt his bicep. ” Personally, the fight current was fun. We should do a job together sometime, after I've returned to this um… country. “ He said. Thorsten now running his finger along the outer ring of the tankard. Keeping his eyes sort of crossed between Oliver, and Jingyi. “ Just as Oliver said though, that blonde dude has some skill. I wanted to speak to him, but he abruptly, and kindly ask walk off to attend to something. Once he returns though Jingyi, I’m going to bombard him. “ chuckling to himself. Shaking the chair beneath him. Thorsten, had a knack for making amusing jokes to himself. Doubtful that Oliver, or Jingyi, would understand why he was laughing, but he enjoyed himself being in there company.


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Oliver just watched as the blonde man who's name he had not learned yet left, turning his attention toward Jinyi and Thorsten, "Well--he could have at least told us his name. That's just unbecoming." Hello pot, this is the kettle calling you out for always being bemusing and confusing to those you meet.

Oliver just went on to talk with Thorsten and Jingyi, "No, no copies to be sold as of yet. I am not going to be making much until I see another country or two." And as for you, I still want to know how someone so young got into this kind of life. Let's double back to that topic why don't we?"

Oliver was looking to continue the conversation, trying to get Thorsten's attention for longer now while pushing off the fact that he had pickpocketed some dignitary hiding out in this den of their keys.


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