OCT: Silver City Tournament: Lobby Tower [Always accepting new Arrivals]

[Draku69]

Draku turned his head slightly, becoming fully aware now of his lack of sense, staring cooly at the pirate from his peripherals.

"First off," he would now turn to face the pirate, placing a fair amount of space between the two, "Don't touch me." he would then reach into his inner coat pocket for another smoke, "Now," he would continue, igniting the cigarette in his customary fashion, and taking a deep drag, "What?" he would question, a billow of black smoke erupting from his nostrils.

[Rubberball]

Vance returned the glare nicely and grinned. The man was feisty, this would be interesting. He nodded his head slightly when the man began to talk as if understanding then frowned. "So, what you're saying is... You're afraid of people touching you in combat as well? I should have guessed. Cowards tend to flock to fighting after all." He smiled at the man, placed his hand to his chin, and nodded philosophically. Avoiding the black smoke from the man's nostrils with a side step. "You look like a dragon." Vance laughed.

[Draku69]

Draku raised a brow at the man's nonchalant attitude, surely he was attempting to be offensive; but the man's very presence seemed to bear no hostility.

"You can't be serious, right?"" he allowed a grin to form upon his face and began to chuckle, "Curious little pirate aren't we?" his grin suddenly fading as he went to grab Vance by the front of his shirt, if succeeding, raising him from the floor and bringing him face to face with each other.

[Commian]

"Huh, Lord Benthwick. Sounds very... I don't know. Like 'No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!' and all that. You sure you're not a villain. Not that there's anything wrong with that, some of my best friends are villains."

"Joke? Wouldn't dream of it, I had my sense of humor removed as a child after a tragic cotton candy accident. I don't like to talk about it. But let me put it to you straight. I am an Alchemist, one of the Dragon's blood, as they say in the old country. I assure you, it's not literal, but the court of imperial China had some really interesting ideas about what constitutes a proper titles. I can also fly helicopters, and design lacy throw pillows. Trust me; fiction is seldom as entertaining as my reality."

Benthwick paused for a second, contemplating on what Bree had said. An alchemist? One of the popular fictions back in his time? A manipulator of the elements using potential energy to influence the structure of a material, even to change both its identifiable features and its very shape? Well it was unlikely to be any other sort of alchemist for she did not look like a purveyor of remedies and in constant search for gold, for although the more probable of the two options according to what he had already seen in the tournament it wasn’t beyond any stretch of imagination to actually believe what she said.

“So very talented you are it seems Miss Winton. I have to admit my achievements seem a bit more specialized, and accordingly villainous as you so put, than what it appears you may be capable of. Mayhap I may request to see a demonstration of your Alchemy for I have two ideas forming in my mind of what this alchemy is, please forgive my confusion for you do not look very much like a person who dabbles in remedies so I am thinking that my other idea is correct, but if I am wrong please accept my apologies once more.”

His mind churned even as he spoke working a new idea that had formed into his mind, an alchemist could change the state of an object but could they change their very structure into other elements. Such a power would make a powerful ally for to have someone who could bend the very earth to their will would undoubtedly be worth their weight in gold in a fight.

Hearing Scion’s outburst he addressed Bree once more.

“It also appears you have another admirer Miss Winton.”

He nodded once in the direction of Scion and Derek who were now being told off by another participant in the tournament. Once again throughout the entire conversation his face remained impassive, without so much as a muscle twitch out of place, no hint of the smile that had once been ever existed on his features.

[PlatinumSkink]

As she heard the reason to why Scion had acted as he had, Naiyo felt her anger disappearing somewhat. While still annoyed, she knew. Scion had travelled far more worlds than her, seen more things and experienced more events. As memories pile up, it is inevitable that bad ones spring up in your path along the line. Somewhere, Scion had seen people get hurt by people thinking like that, and had because of this been engulfed in anger that made him attack this individual. Naiyo recognized herself from not too long ago acting similarly against something else. With that, who was she to tell him about his wrongdoings? Yet, something had to be said. It wasn’t right to just attack someone. But he had been about to… She needed to say something, but what..? Naiyo, thinking these thoughts, let Scion and Derek keep up their little argument and almost missed the last thing Scion said.

‘… Huh?’

What did he just say? Did Scion just seriously ask her to be his companion?

‘H-hold it!’ Naiyo found herself taking a step back as the surprise covered her face and she had to look away from Scion to attempt to consider. ‘So-so suddenly…’ Naiyo desperately attempted to consider just what that meant. Becoming the companion of Scion, a traveler of dimensions..? Would that be… a chance to help people so far between? Wait, just… seeing all that… all like that… wait, what..!? Ouch, her mind was in complete disarray! So, like, an option to assist Scion when he’s out to… What, you asking “what do you say” as if she could answer that question instantly!? Normally, she would just outright refuse, as she had too much to take care of and people who depended on her. But… this was a powerful manipulator of reality, and could potentially help way more than she could if she put the proper terms on him, she could… hold it, why is she considering this like..!?

Before anything else, why her!? Naiyo cannot possibly be more helpful than some Scion had met on his trip. As far as she could tell, Scion had never had any companion other than Derek, unless he had somehow lost them on the way. Why would he suddenly..? Also, there must be way better people to ask right around here! For him to pick Naiyo… what reason could there be for..!? Naiyo feared she might be blushing when considering the alternative possibilities. Turning a determined glare towards Scion, she mounted a last desperate defense.

‘Wh-why me? Th-there must be tons of better people out there. Why would you settle for someone like me..?’ Oh, stupid. The doubt in her voice was probably apparent. Also, oh, nice going Naiyo. Now you’d have to figure out the advantages of becoming his companion, weight against the value of what you’d lose, all the while listening to Scion’s excuse which would most likely flatter her and make it even more difficult to consider. So her thoughts went, as she felt herself getting a meaninglessly serious face as she was unable to completely overcome the surprise in Scion’s offer…

[Crazy Scion]

Scion just smiled at the girl. She obviously was taken back by his offer, and for good reason, but he still couldn't help but want to tease her a bit. "It has nothing to do with power or how helpful someone is." he says moving to her side, "I just happen to like you, and that is all the reason I've ever needed." He is leans close to her face, well within her comfort zone, and whispers. "So, would you like to join me, and open the door to a world of possibilities." he leans away slowly leaving her to her thoughts.

[Rubberball]

Vance laughed, "Of course, I take the matter of dragons very seriously. Every pirate is afraid of dragons, or haven't you heard? King Edward happens to be in the premise of harnessing dragons in China. Rumors are crazy, aren't they?"

He looked down surprised as the man grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him in the air face to face to himself. Strong man, gulping he did the best thing he did. He slipped out of his captain's jacket and landed back on his feet. His chest only covered with a white button down shirt. "This is terribly bad for my health, y'see. I'm not in the mood to fight but I suppose that's what you're looking for." He coughed silently into his fist to work his pirate voice up. Needless to say, the crew begged him to talk normally. "You prissy dragon, c'mon. Arr ye seriously gonna challenge a p'rate to a f'ght? N't my fult if you hve got a hole in yer stom'ch." He laughed completely forgetting about the beer in his hands as he lifted one to his mouth. "Whers my ale?" He gulped down another beer and shattered it against the wall creating a weapon. "Oh, what the hell." He tossed the bottle away and pulled his Vance-Lock from his scarf. He lifted the gun to the man's nostrils, "Begging to die, are you? I'm just not interested in your little charades. You may think you can push me around but, oh god." Vance doubled over in pain and crashed to his knees. Dropping the gun as he threw up all over the floor, "Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. Ale. Terrible. You... You win this time, dragon." He whispered quietly before crashing to the floor.

(Ha, now I don't have to fight you."

[PlatinumSkink]

... Wh-what was he doing moving so close? Wa-what? Naiyo felt herself be in complete disarray as Scion… said that. Huh? Like her? Like, like as in liking a friend for being what a friend is, or like her as in… liking her? Like, like? Naiyo felt herself blush as she involuntarily took a step backwards when Scion finally leaned back again. She really needed that space between them right there. Not thinking quite clearly, Naiyo attempted to figure out if she had just been confessed to or if it was just a simple declaration of… um… being liked, whatever that meant. Either way, she wasn’t sure if she’d have felt any different either way. This was overwhelming her anyway.

… Damn you, Scion, Naiyo childishly thought where she was attempting to organize her thoughts where she was standing. You stole her first time feeling like this in the face of someone. No matter how she considered it, this man had a lot to offer. There would be few people in other places that would be capable of making the same kind of offer on the fly. And with the way he approached Naiyo, he appeared to be aware of it. The girl, used to commanding people from her position of Captain of the Disciplinary Committee, wasn’t quite used to conversing to people wielding so obviously more potential powers. Really. Was Scion just reeling her in as if she was a fish caught on the hook using the same technique used by guys with stylish cars giving girls rides like in those archetypical situations Naiyo had heard about? It was more effective than she would have thought.

‘G-give me some time.’ … That was all she could express at this moment. She almost felt disappointed in herself for not being able to give a proper answer. Naiyo felt herself probably having reddened considerably as she was looking down into the ground with a strange shyness that usually didn’t belong to her and was moving her legs uneasily due to the unfamiliar sensation. She didn’t know what to… what to… do… and that was alien to Naiyo to begin with...

[Draku69]

Draku growled throwing the jacket back at Vance, "Yeah, this time." he would shake his head taking notice of Alistar standing idly by, "Strange seeing you here Grimm."

[Juggalonaut]

Alistar would laugh as he watched the pirate's antics, this place rocked. As Draku threw the captain's jacket back at Vance he nodded as his old friend addressed him, "I could say the same to you old friend. How goes your mission?"