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Heh, the boss is out! Kurokono had finished his plate of porkchop, and was worrying for a moment about paying the bills with such a 'menacing looking' boss. That very moment is his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as he is still penniless in an 'era' where gold & silver are still used as a currency.

"Eghh..." Kurokono placed his hand on his stomach, faking an expression of a stomachache, "I need directions to the toilet, had to clear stomach... Ugh..."

Almost immediately afterwards, Kurokono stood up and took to his heels out to the entrance under the pretense of his urgency to settle his bowels. Exiting the bar in a bid for his attempt for his Dine & Dash, he hastily donned in his Penguin suit in order to 'disguise and blend into the crowd'.

Why do I always have to meet kids like them....?! Kurokono ranted to himself as the corner of his eye caught sight of two kids, Eli & Emi, on a near-death state. The last time he took action, he lost an eye for good. But, his conscience wouldn't allow him to leave those poor kids alone. "Damnit, for once I wished I was a bad person..." Kurokono hissed, purposefully dropping a few packets of biscuits & a water bottle whilst on the run. Still however, with the Penguin mascot thing over him, it would look like the food & water supply came out from the wrong location of the Penguin's body. But at least its better than nothing...!

Kurokono ran forth through the streets, hoping that he had escaped the notice of the Inn. "There is no way a cute innocent young lady would send out explosions here & there, definitely not... " Now without his left eye, his already obscured field of vision from the suit is now further reduced.

Alexander Sky

Seeing the 'Ronin' run out of the tavern while putting on a penguin costume at the very last second, Alexander paused his efforts to talk to Eli and Emi and tried to deduce what the Japanese man was doing. Why would he run out and try to obscure his features? Oh, wait.

"Hey, stop!" the boy said as the conclusion came to his mind too late. He then made to chase after the 'Ronin', but realized that he couldn't abandon Eli and Emi, either.

So he would just let this slide...for now.

@Lucius Cypher@Seirei no Hai@Zelosse@liferusher@Sir Lurksalot@Letter Bee@ZekariVoblis@Noodles

-Almost forgot the speedpost rule, so I withheld this post for now, sorry-

As Zin turned her back on the armored orc after giving him her stay of execution, the orc began droning on about him being a knight of an influential group of warriors or something about that Zin only half listened to the orc man as he said she attacked him." You are a fool, you attacked me first during a dual with Vesta, I attacked you because you hurt me first." She repeated herself while pointing to the marks on her elbows caused by Malakaus.

The dragon woman ripped her sword from the ground nearby, she unsheathed the blade and tossed it carelessly to the ground. Zin held her great sword with both hands ready to cut this tin can open." So reform because you harmed me and I defended myself from you. Or your group of knights is very corrupt, or your group allows idiots into their organization." Zin shot the knight a death stare ready to attack him." I refuse to reform. You do not give me orders or tell me what to do."

Almost out of nowhere the other orc stepped in an attempt to calm down his green friend, he started off by telling Malakaus that he was wrong for stepping into the fight which Zin completely agreed with then he attempted to lecture Zin on following rules of their culture.

As he finished lecturing Zin, the dragon woman readied herself for both of the orcs." Where I come from we have unspoken norms, the first one is, don't expect to hurt somebody without being hurt back." She told him in an angered tone. Zin expected the two orcs to attack her now and she held her blade steady to cut these two down.

Then she stood down, as the smaller Vesta, Vivi, jumped in between the three. Zin kept her sword down and pointed to the ground Zin listened to the smaller Celestia talk about how Malakaus interfered with the fight and how it's his fault. Feeling happy that someone was taking her side, then Vesta yelled putting Zin on edge. The dragon listened to Vesta carefully it wasn't hard for Zin to notice the anger in her words or see how much Vesta wanted to punch a wall through a wall.

The second Vesta ordered Zin to apologize Zin sheathed her blade before bowing in front of him and apologizing. As she told him the apology, she looked as if she wanted to eviscerate the armored orc." I apologize." After telling him that she walked over to Vesta and apologized to Vesta as well." I'm sorry." She spoke with more sympathy to the silver-haired woman than the orc.

@liferusher @Spriggs27 @Lunarlors34 @FamishedPants



Dante...didn't have the first clue what theses two were talking about. But apparently, Avery, Aya, and Daisuke couldn't go back to their home kingdom for some reason. Never the less; Dante stays out of it secretly hoping that Avery would get ass kick by Aya, Sadly the closest he could get to it was Aya pulling at his hair and scratching his nose. it was at that point Dante stopped watching cause Avery had a good point. To let Aya leave out alone would be irresponsible. "All right, all right. that enough."

It was at this point where Dante put reason ahead of his own biased and take Avery side in this. "Avery here may be a jackass, but he has a point. Going off alone when you have no means of defending yourself is just asking for trouble. So how about you calm yourself and avoid attacking anyone else here, cause the chances are the next person you pick a fight could be a capable warrior." Dante told her before letting her down and rubbing his sore right shoulder, gods the dragon girl did a number on it yesterday.

So the stories say, heroes are not born: They are made. To be a hero you must put the well being of others over yourself. Selfless and heroic in the face of insurmountable odds. When the world chose to show the darkest side imaginable, it was the light of legends to be that cut through the shadows of doubt and fear.

None of this applied to Olipher and Aleph, as they unheroically ran from one terrible incident to the other. From a mugging they managed to turn into a complete street brawl, to a simple baker needing help removing some rats from his basement, Olipher and Aleph promptly displayed they were simultaneously adequate and worthless.
The mugger had gotten away but an older man had been given a black eye.
A teenager with a big mouth was missing a tooth.
A city guard, drunk on the job, had been robbed of his pants as they slept.
A young girl had viciously attacked her now ex-boyfriend as Aleph held the mans arms behind their back. Olipher had encouraged the girl through every punch.

All in the space of about an hour..

Olipher walked casually beside his new found friend, a bread wrap of some kind with flavored meats and cheese inside was half eaten in hand, and paraded around a large trading square looking for a good fight. Or a bad fight. To be honest, Olly was just looking for something to do.

"You said you knew where we're going but.. Ain't we been here before?"

"Uh..." Aleph thought back on the events leading up to this point in time. "I believe that was BEFORE the thing with the punching and the ex-boyfriend."

"There was a lot of that.."

"I might have gotten a bit lost around then." he admitted.

"Who were you trying to find, friend Aleph."

"Some woman I met yesterday."

"Anything to do with that burning house in the slums yesterday? Apparently three individuals lost their life to a madman, so the rumor goes." The rumor being one spread in the trading stalls. A knightess had nearly joined the 3 souls lost.

Aleph rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, you're right. I was curious to see if she had escaped unscathed. I don't really recall much, but I do remember needing to thank her for... something? My memory's failing me at the moment..."

"Got hit too hard on the head or something?"

"Beats me." Aleph shrugged.

"Can you recall her name?" He asked, slowly angling his food into the bottom of his helmet.

"Maria von... something. Something long." Aleph answered, raising an eyebrow at his companion, who looked rather odd trying to eat with his helmet on. "Say, is... there a particular reason you aren't taking your helmet off? It must be annoying to eat like that." he asked.

Olipher turned his head to the side, embarassed at the question but also to show the issue. The ring around his horns where the steel of the helmet met the base of his majestic antlers. The steel was disfigured around them, like they had shrunk or been struck hard. Whatever the reason, they were obviously cutting INTO the horns in many places.

"I.. Can't remove the helmet.. I got this when the horns were still maturing and they got bigger and now I can't take off the helmet without destroying it.. I imagine women have similar problems with tight clothing as their breasts mature.." Olipher rubbed his chin idly, unaware of the rude glances nearby women who had overheard his comment were making.

"As for Maria? The name is familiar. I believe I was hired by her once upon a time."

"...I see."

Aleph's gaze was cast downwards in silent mourning for his new friend's misfortune. As he was but a normal human being, troubles with horns escaped him, but if he tried really hard to imagine it, then he was sure he would not like being in the same situation. Probably. Because eating with a helmet on really sucked.

"Anyways, I recall at least the feeling of owing her a thank you, and there's only one place someone of her rank should really be found." Aleph looked around the area as he said this. "And that place is... somewhere. I... do seem to be a bit mixed up currently. I'm not used to so much action within such a short span of time, forgive me."

A small "eheheh" escaped his lips.

"If you're looking for Maria, we had best head to the inner city then. The Iron Bell Knights make their home somewhere in that area. Been a while but I should be able to find her land holdings."

Olipher veered from his original path and began the usual slow march ever forward, to new adventures and mysteries. Todays was going to be whether lady Maria had forgiven the Oni for his inappropriate comments about her figure the last time they had met.

"Do you think she holds grudges for being called.. heavy built? I hope not.."

"Why would she hold a grudge?"

"Some women are very insecure about their appearance. I had mentioned she was a well built lady.. I fear the comment had been misunderstood."

"Nah. It'll be fine."

"You're probably right. Lets go!" Olly accentuated his high spirits with a pat on Alephs back. Together they would find fortune or the grave. Now it was just a matter of which came first.

This guy knew of no stopping, the knife drew closer to her chest wrap her eyes cowering in fear as he was drooling for her body. She had never experienced something quite like this yet it was way scarier than what she had endured all this time in the slums. She was done for, he better end up killing her in the end if she had to go through this much suffering. With her eyes closed she spoke back at him.



Hamaguchi was moving her body to wring herself out of the contraption as tears fell to the ground. Her eyes shot open however when she heard somebody else his voice, her head snapped at the person as he ran in, a moment of comfort whelmed over her as she thought that she was gonna be saved but to no avail. The guy was simply here for Myst, he was some kind of messenger. Hamaguchi muttered something as her head dropped from disappointment.



From nowhere she felt a spoon enter her mouth, her eyes widened as she felt her jaw being grabbed. She whined for a moment as she was forced to swallow. What was that! Hamaguchi coughed a few times as her body tensed. Hamaguchi loudend her voice.



Myst was gone, he went somewhere else. Hamaguchi hyperventilated for a moment as she was trying to think of what was given to her. She had to get out of here! That was right, she had water magic to get herself out but, it was hard to control like this. Perhaps she could try something with ice crystals. Yea that was right she could get her hands free probably. Hamaguchi looked up at both her hands and turned one of her hands to the others. She softly whispered.



The ice crystal formed in front of her hand, she was gonna need to hit that metal wrist band. When she felt a little bit confident she shot the ice crystal at her other hand at full speed. Her eyes widened as blood gushed down past her side.



Another crystal formed at her hand quickly shooting it at the chain again, it was a direct hit! Her hand fell down past her side. With all her strength she brought her hand to the other chain. Without looking and knowing it was close to the chain she did it again.



Her body fell to the ground still stuck on the lower part of the contraption. Her voice had weakened rapidly. She had to go on. She turned herself as much as she could as she had to do it one more time.



Her feet fell to the ground too as she was already trying to get herself up again. Her body felt heavy, it was not from the blood loss but likely something else. What did this guy give her...

Hamaguchi got up as her hand bled as much as it did before. There was no time for healing or wrapping it, there was no time or she would be stuck here again. Hamaguchi got up a set of stairs wobbling as she did. At the top was a cellar door that lead directly outside. Feeling drowsy Hamaguchi bonked on the door with her weak voice trying to call out at anybody.





Maria was taken Tani her apology quite well, Tani felt happy with this reaction. Tani flashed a weak smile at Maria what she did not do often and gave another bow of thanks.



Maria had touched the same sword as her and didn't receive the same effect? It all came together bit by bit. This sword was seriously dangerous, the man that originally wielded the sword had to be either the master or yet another puppet with a goal in mind. Tani had to investigate this further some time, perhaps after her mission ended.



Tani cleared her throat and straightened herself upright giving a formal salute to the other royal knight.





Maria had gotten into conversation with a fellow knight it seemed. They looked pretty close from Shiina her vision. She didn't want to have anything to do with it however. Shiina was standing behind Maria looking a little shy and all waiting for the two to finish so they could continue for food hunting.

After a while Maria seemed to be mostly done with replying back to Tani and immediately got back to Shiina asking her about magic, it wasn't learnable through books alone? Well it would likely need some training but knowledge would be possible to get through books alone right? She wanted to know how it worked since she had never seen it before but she doubted that she could use it. Shiina had found interest in magic from the time she was a little kid, these magicians were always amazing but as of late they grew kind of boring, it made her wonder where all the good magicians had gone off too. Shiina gave a shake of the head to reply back to Maria.



Shiina didn't look as the brightest and certainly didn't deserve an award for socializing but she was smart and modest when it came to it. Shiina wasn't good at much but when she put her mind to it she would often sparkle like a star in that specific region of skill. Her drawing was formidable yet her math and spelling weren't good at all. Another loud growl escaped the teenager her stomach as she patiently waited for Maria to finish.



Like a bull she was breathing, she was seriously so mad. This probably was the first time in forever that so had gotten this frustrated about something. Others just let her roam freely like she wanted without stopping her. Although... there weren't many that tried to stop her, she wasn't all so populair on school coming mostly from her short fuse and aggressive behaviour.

Avery dodged Aya her actions with ease, she was only able to scratch his nose a tad which wasn't what she had anticipated. He was too fast for her to hit. Even though she had hit him slightly was only because he was distracted by something else. She doubted that she would have hitted him if that wasn't the case.



Aya had been suddenly lifted up after she felt two arms circled around her waist. She turned somewhat red as she was moved away from Avery. The feeling of warm skin through her thin clothes made her somewhat uncomfortable. A few meters later she was put down again immediately turning around to get to the cause of this. Of course it was Dante who else.



Her skin has been in wir and war for the past day, it felt way too sensitive. Like any blow of wind could make her sneeze from chills. Aya turned back to Avery again with folded arms and her hip somewhat placed to the side. Upon seeing him and the small bit of blood on his nose she fell silent for a moment. This was bringing her back. Was that boy from back then alright again... Aya turned her eyes away from him as he spoke towards her. He was still going on about her not leaving, well what did she care at this point. She doubted that she would get to leave after she had done that. At least he was bringing it different this time.

Aya glanced over her shoulder at Dante who had a word in this too. Keeping the same pose she listened with her eyes pointed a little towards the side of the hallway again. Aya kind of understood now, they were honestly concerned for her after seeing her like that yesterday night. They didn't want her to leave for her own good or she wound up dead. Honestly! Why did they look out for her this much!



With her face reddening and a mad expression stuck on her face she softly spoke her last promising words. Eye contact would have been too much for her right now or she would likely lose composer. She honestly felt bad for what she had done but apologising wouldn't fit her characteristics.



Trying to help up her sister her ear twitched and turned towards the most left it could, footsteps coming this way. Eli jumped for a moment as her tail stood straight up. She quickly turned around both hands stretching down towards the ground as she let out a hiss. Her ears were perked straight up too pointed fully towards him. She had a mean look on her face despites looking so cute. This was only motherly instinct of her hurted sister. She couldn't be carefull enough with her sis not around.

The boy didn't look all to harmfull and was actually trying to help them. Eli had no chance of fighting him at the moment with her sis in tail and her hunger and thirst getting her. The boy continued on talking for a bare moment asking what had happened. Eli calmed down a little only letting it know that she was a little less tense despites her tail and ears still being right up.



Eli grabbed both her little sister her hands and tugged her along over the streets only bit by bit not really hurting her at the moment. It was quite heavy so there was some panting and grumbling to be heard but not to much to make the man suspicious of them. Eli tried keeping it to a minimum holding herself strong for now.

Alexander Sky

"Wait!" said the boy, "Maybe there's something I can do to...help."

The two kids felt suspicious of Alexander, disheartening the boy. He also had been explicitly told to leave. And so, considering the fact that the boy was already held in suspicion by everyone around him, he returned to his table to wallow in despair and self-loathing.

"I can't help anyone...I can only be a burden," he whispered to himself.

But part of him won't give up, part of him kept waiting for an opportunity to improve, an opportunity to make progress and show that there's more to him than a 'creepy pervert' and a 'wimp'. But when would that opportunity come, though? How can he make himself better?

Still despondent, Alexander looked around again, hoping to get some answers.

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Myst Neumann

Hamaguchi didn't neutralize the sleeping drink with her healing magic, and so, once she opened the cellar door, the composition of the sleeping potion would have brought her close to collapse...as one of Myst's mercs opened the door, saying, with a nasty voice:

"Oh, what have we here?! Master's latest slave escaping? Perhaps I should bring her back, get a reward and maybe a share of these goods..."

@Noodles @liferusher @Kitsune




"You are a curious one Even's, always looking into things. You some kind of investigator heh." Kyojin said with a chuckle. Ease just gave a coy smile and a shrug of his shoulders. "No I'm not Kyojin. Cause if I was I probably would have a bit more gold to my name." Investigator would be kinda cool though...Like in those old black and white movies or like a comic book character or something. Well, reality doesn't or at least isn't playing out like that now.

Kyojin once again brought up the girl once again, out of understandable worry in what happened to her. The guy really cares about people, that much is for sure. Yoshi, on the other hand, spoke up once again with a face that obviously had no clue what the hell they were talking about. "Sorry I don't remember any girl in a maid outfit... Must have looked over her when I was busy." Shit...She doesn't remember. Sadly, kinda confirms what he thought he was right about. Aya did die and come back...Maybe. This was the thing that definitely pointed the most towards this being the case, but you never know. Considering the events of the past few hours, he really wasn't sure on that "know" part. He pursed his right lips in agitation though. Great...

"Eh dont worry about it Yosh. It happens."

The eyepatched man continued his story about the arsonist he'd been dealing with. Asshole beating up a 10 year old...Well can't blame the guy for picking a fight with the arsonist "Now to think about it, I shouldn't have been that rash haha~" Ease let out an "ugh," not out of agitation but more...understanding. "Probably not. You did the right thing morally dude, I can't blame you there. But..." He gave a long pause. It's hard to really break to people how the world works around here. This guy wanted to be a hero and, for all intents, you can't hate him for it. People just want to help others after all. But people can't just be suicidal like this espeically in a world they dont know. God breaking hearts is a dick head thing to do. And worse, it's not easy to do it without sending them back into the hero fray in their agitation. Well, find a good way to break it to him then. Ease closed his eyes and just let out a long sigh.

"Listen, I'm not sure if-""I need directions to the toilet, had to clear stomach... Ugh..." And the guy proceeded to run out the door full speed.

Oh son of a bitch! COME ON!"

With the eyepatch wielder running out full speed, Ease immediately dashed out after him heels going on as hard as he could. Thankfully, he was just mentally exhausted. His physical body, while not in tip top shape, could actually still run. As Ease exited the bar after his crazy...Earth compatriot, he saw him don a...penguin suit? A penguin suit. Ease just looked in disbelief for a sec before rubbing his brow again. "Oh my god, I'm hallucinating already, aren't I? Oh, fuck it." He continued running after the penguin eyepatch man. Only for him to suddenly come across two children. Man if he didn't know the situation better and this was Earth, dude would be getting every strange look in the book right now.

Whatever. Important problem. He ran up to him before collapsing his head into his surprisingly still standing legs.

"Jesus...Why do you run so well in a penguin suit? And what's with the kids?" Ease announced before lying on the wall near them.

@Lucius Cypher@Seirei No Hai @Zelosse

Since Sean came to this new world, things had been really hard for him. Sean was someone who heavily relied on routine, predictability, he was simply terrible with change. Since he came to this world, he'd been stressed out, and he'd made mistake after mistake. Despite that, he tried to keep a happy demeanor at all times, he truly wanted nothing more than to make friends he could rely on to make him not feel so lost. However, it seemed things just didn't want to work out for Sean. Quite honestly, he couldn't keep being his regular happy self after all the stress and loneliness he'd been dealing with, but he still was able to keep a front. However, having someone he was apologizing to be so incredibly rude as well as threaten him? Sean felt like he didn't deserve all of this, and for the first time since he arrived at this world, instead of being sad or happy, he was mad. The thing was, Sean wasn't the type of person to get mad, but when he was mad, it was very clear, due to a drastic personality shift for the worse. When he was angry, it was almost like a coinflip.

Sean bowed to Blanc, and began speaking rapidly "Everything I'm about to say isn't directed at you, I honestly have nothing but the most sincere apologies towards the inconvenience I've caused you, and although it's clear I won't be making it up to you today, if you ever need anything and I'm nearby, get me and I'll do whatever you need, I owe you that much. " Sean held the bow for a few more seconds before getting upright again and turning towards Atisha.

"I perfectly understand your reasoning to be mad at me, it's completely just. What I don't understand and what isn't just is why you can't let someone atone for something they've done. Furthermore, don't you speak down to me, you understand? If anything, someone as spiteful as you could even be considered as less than my equal. Don't pretend to know why I do things, I didn't make a scene in there to pretend to be a hero, it's because I have something called empathy, which you lack." Sean paused, took a breath, then continued "That's why I agreed with the guy in there who spoke up about it. I can admit it was a bit too theatrical, although I wasn't the one who made it dramatic. At the end of the day, it should be apparent I had nothing but good intentions in there. Consider any sympathy I had for you, as well as my apology for you, revoked. Maybe if you get off your highhorse that'd change, except I'd doubt you care either way since your head's so far up your ass. Oh, and one more thing. If you ever were to try to attack me, trust me when I say although I really hate violence, I'd have no trouble trying to kill you as well. Sean then bowed once more towards Blanc and walked away from the table to mill about the city to blow off some steam.

Before he knew it, he was in a large marketplace, where he then ran into a familiar hulking suit of armor. "You're the guy that slapped the kid with the music right? Small world! My name's Sean, what's yours?"

Grian Rothfell_

@Delta44

Memories flashed into Grian's mind. First the last night. The weird penguin guy getting healed, then running off, the whole ordeal with the smoking slums and the promise he made to Emile. Darn it. He never thought he'd be so stupid to do something like that, but if he did it he must have had a reason. The headache seemed to be fading away, and Grian looked at Emile who was kneeling next to him with a worried face. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have some company brought here. Grian wanted to say soemthing but then an even grater surge of pain than before forced him back on the floor. This time the flashes were different and weird, but somehow similar. He knew the places but he didn't remember being there. Like the memories weren't his own or something. And then there were places and people that were jsut completey unfamiliar. It seemed all weird, but more realistic than the memories of the last night.

But then the memories suddenly came to an end and the pain disappeared as if it never was there. He looked around, confused as to where he was. Slowly but steadely he stood up, still shaky on his legs. The headache slowly fainting but still making sure he wasn't comfortable made it hard to think clearly. He looked at Emile with the most relaxed face he could do. "Look I gotta be honest. I am not sure what even happened last night. By the time we met I was already drunk, so my actions may not have been my own, or what you'd see me do normally." Grian sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I made a promise thought so I am ought to keep it." Grian turned around to look for the butler, only to find the man standing 3 feet behind him. Grian slightly jumped back from the surprise and then gave a furious frown to the old man. Barkley must've sneaked in whilst he was having the flashes. "You can ask Barkley here for a breakfast. I'll be with you in a second, so sit down."
Grian turned away from both, heading back into his study, slamming both doors at the same time behind him. From behind the door he heard the butler. "What may I get you Miss?" He couldn't blame the old men as he was a butler, but he still wasn't happy how Barkley so quickly changed his mood about Emile. He would've expected more of a disbelief from the man. Or at least less sympathy for humans.

Grian rushed to his desk, quickly swiping off a few stacks of papers from the top of it. Unnder them lied some sealed documents and letters with seals of different kinds. Grian quickly ran through all, and took out a key from his pocket. He kneeled down and put the key into the keyholes of one of the drawer's locks. It turned without effort, and the drawer came out on the well oiled hinges. The inside was lined with metal, and had a few other letters inside too. Grian quickly shuffled the other from the desk into it, and then locked the drawer with haste. He slumped into the chair and closed his eyes for a second. There are many things he doesn't want Emile to see. Highly confidental information that can be valuable to many of his enemies amongst those things. He didn't know what Emile saw, but he hoped it wasn't too much, for both of their sake. There are things better left unseen in the house, and not only because they would make Grian look bad, but it could threaten the safey of Grian AND Emile. He looked down at the papers on the floor, and picked up a few of them and dropped them on the desk. At least make it look like he wasn't robbed or something.

Grian opened the double doors again, and sat down into a chair close to Emile. "I know I may not come across too friendly, but rest assured that is because I am not always in a good mood like last night. However do not think bad of me: like I said before, you can live here as long as you find a better place for yourself." Grian looked around as if searching for an execuse and then gave up trying to beat around the bush. "And help you get your memories back. So tell me, what do you remember? Did you happen to find yourself here suddenly aswell?"

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Hendrick Joseph

@Melpaws

Hendrick walked into the crowd. It was a sensation of calrity as he slowly passed through the noisy and bustling crowd. Every single movement or action made him feel his surroundings better, feelings leading him away from troublemakers and those who can cause trouble. Through this mass of humans and nekos he could feel like he was the embodiment of all around him. Yet it came with quite a few difficulties as well. Not many people are tolerant with blind people, and some expressed this by bumping into him. But every time hendrick continued and didn't listen to the insults. There was absolutely no need to offset the balance of hsi actions because of some unpure people. And thought he saw well, it was still as hard to find anything in tha large mess as if he could see.

There was gotta be something said about the capital however. It was fileld with life, positivity and negativity both overflowing the place. It was prosperous, a real center of commerce with it's large markets and reputation as a beautiful capital. Especially now that the royals are gathering to decide on the next ruler, the city was truly busy. As such many traders came to sell their vares, including some that Hendrick could use. Some would sell fruits of his homeland, and provide some friendly faces to him, whislt others sold more unusual items that could only be found here, in the market stools of the capital.

Hendrick put a few small stone pieces in one of his bags, and a few strange looking plants into another. He grabbed his staff, and pushed further into the crowd. For his next items he needed more craftiness. He wasn't exactly sure where the stools were at, thought he had a good idea, but it was the vares itself that troubled him. Thought he could see, there were some qualities that he couldn't tell about items because of his blindness. And these items needed someone with keen eyes to distinguish. He didn't want to be screwed over, though money wasn't necessarely an issue. He looked around, searching for someone who could help him. The answer came in teh form of a large guard, who was patrolling the market. Hendrick felt his tense aura, and he guessed that the guard was agitated or frustrated by something. He could be the perfect tool for his own plans. Someone who could help him unwillingly.

Hendrick strolled around as if he was just looking around, but he made sure that he would get close and closer to the guard. Sometimes he would stop to look confused, or bump into people and say sorry in his own laguage. He didn't have to wait long, and the guard soon approached him with haste. "Greetings, friend. You don´t seem to be from here? Would you mind to share your reason for being here in our wonderful capital?"

Hendrick looked up at the man, and stopped inh is tracks. He leaned on his staff and spoke up. "I don't know. Mind it, do I? You tell me." he looked around and pointed at the people around them. The crowd now cleared away from them , partly because of the guard's big statures, and partly because they wanted to avoid potential trouble. "Think I am lost, you do. But see the people, do you?" Hendrick leaned back on his staff and looked at the ground. "A man without destination never gets lost, does he? Destinations, these people have. But I am not in a rush, am I?" Yet again he pointed at the people rushing by, this time with his staff. He kneeled down and picked up something from the dust. He held it up in front of the guard, and swiped away the dust, revealing a silver coin. "See the world as it is, they do not." He tapped his blinfold with a smile under his nose. "But I do." He flicked the silver coin up, catching it and putting it in his own palm, in front of the guard. "Tell me what you see, can you?"

Malakaus never took his eyes off Zin but lowered his axe, wiping off some soot from his shoulders. He doubts this would be over, even if Vesta had ordered Zin to stand down. And if she somehow gets over it, Malakaus would be genuinely but pleasantly surprised. ”Let us judge one another through actions, not words… Though that being said, what we say reflects those we serve. My offer still stands, Vesta Celestia. If you find time, find me before I leave the city this afternoon. I would hope to fight alongside you. You as well, Orgos. I would even be willing to put aside our differences for this common good, Miss Parrallex. I will take my leave now, if you’ll excuse me.” And with that Malakaus excused himself from the Vesta manor. More troublemakers he’ll have to watch out for. And now he had to go find his trouble maker before she causes a ruckus.

It would be a long walk back to the main road, even if the roads were fairly empty. So once he was a good distance away he changed from walking to a brisk jog, his heavy metal armor clanking as he ran down the road at a steady pace. While he doesn’t think Atisha would go out of her way to be hostile to others (How wrong he is), he worries that she may have gotten herself involved in some unneeded heroics (If only if only). Last thing he wanted them to be was sidetracked, even if they would be distracted by a worthy cause.

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To the surprise of some who may be paying attention, Atisha completely ignored the rantings of the would-be hero the moment he opened his mouth. Instead she reorganized the food on her plate and picked the shards out, and once he left Atisha proceeded to eat her breakfast. ”Humans.” Was all she had to really say about Sean’s rant. Atisha raised her mask, though still obscured most of her face, as she ate her meal. Once she was done she took the rest of her mask off and wiped her mouth. From this distance Blanc could plainly see even under Atisha’s hood that the blond belligerent girl was in fact an elf.

”I’m sorry. I had no intentions of attracting that kind of attention but… Well, such is life. I had hoped to ask you this: Do you know a man named Malakaus? He is an orc in armor, a knight of the city. And… Do you remember what happened to him last night?” Atisha wasn’t really concerned about Malakaus. Not entirely. This was mostly Atisha trying to prod the girl of how well her memory of yesterday is, and if it is good enough, Atisha wanted to really know what had happened to herself that fateful day. Beyond a certain point everything was blank, but piece by piece she was starting to remember a very tragic scene.

@Seirei No Hai

@liferusher

“Hold up, Tani,” Maria said, trying to get Tani’s attention before she had left the area. “If it is manpower you need, I’d like to offer my own skills to eliminate this beast if possible. Even if I had proven myself incapable yesterday, I still wish to protect my kingdom and the people within them, assuming you would allow myself to be nominated, Tani.”

Maria was someone who felt obligated by their duty to assist those in Lugnica. No, it wasn’t merely an obligation. Even if she was not a knight, there would be other methods she could use to help those in need. Her father had also served the royal house before her, and she would keep up his image as both to honor her upbringing, as well as provide genuine good for those involved.

Perhaps as a knight, a “dog of the army”, she could not be counted on to do the right thing versus doing her family honor. Even so if she had the ability to influence the lives of individuals in a positive light ,then perhaps this choice was the right one.

“Even if I am not the best knight All I have is a bit of fancy swordplay and my family name. I can possibly be, I wish to better myself. Last night had shown me my weakness as an individual, but so long as I am able, I will make sure that such a disgrace never occurs again. Besides, I feel if I am working with you, there is nothing we cannot do together.”

Maria had faith in Tani as an individual. Even if she had not performed to perfection in the last day, Maria understood that Tani’s skill as a knight was good enough to attract the attention of the director. Maria had admiration and respect for any of her fellow knights. Perhaps it was a bit naive, as not every knight was a paragon of justice, but Maria was the sort to hope for the best in people, so long as they were not irredeemable.

...Like that damned golden swordsman.

“There is no way I can forgive that man for what he had done. I will bring him down to justice. Even if he is leagues above me now, I shall sharpen myself and face him when I am ready to do so. His crimes will not go unpunished.”

After all, that damned sword was the reason why Malakaus was … Malakaus was what? Maria seemed to have thought of something, but for whatever reason her consciousness refused to admit a “fact” that had occurred. Something that definitely “happened” and that she had recollection of, but could not place it into her consciousness. As if some sort of mental “block” was preventing her ability to process this information.

Perhaps if she saw Malakaus, or that idiot swordsman Aleph from last night, she might recall something that she wished to forget …

“Ahem. Sorry for delaying you from your post if I have, Tani. I apologize for any inconveniences I caused you by speaking with you. I might take it upon myself to gather a few capable individuals of my own if you would allow me to assist you in this regard.”

Now there was the matter of Shiina, whom of which had recently asked about the art of magic. Maria was hardly an expert in the craft. If anything, she was pretty basic at most of the magical knowledge she understood. The person she considered her “sister” was much more skillful at magic, and one of the best sorceresses she knew.

“I have some basic tombs in my library if you’d like to check those out at your leisure. I don’t think I would make too great of a teacher though. My skill with magic isn’t too great. Aside from a few basic spells, I cannot really say that I was born with too much skill in that regard.”

That was about when Shiina’s stomach began to growl.

“I-If you are hungry, I did promise to get you food. But don’t take it the wrong way. I wanted to check out this place anyway.”

Maria wanted to pass it off as a simple desire to get food, but in reality she did think that Shiina was at the very least an “interesting” individual. Perhaps in the sense that she seemed to almost act like an animal in terms of cute behavior, or her minimalist speech pattern, but Maria knew that this girl, if not taken care of, would likely fall into the hands of individuals less kind than she.

The foreign man in front of Reinhardt did not seem too troubled by the fact that he was blind. Even though he was stumbling through the crows, bumping into people and excusing himself just a few moments ago, he seemed perfectly fine as he was able to stop in front of Reinhardt and able to look up at him, which means that he must´ve known how big Reinhardt was. This already raised some red flags in his mind, but he still decided to stay without and prejudice. He was no racist whatsoever, foreign people were of no concern for him. As of now, Reinhardt was glad that this man was able to speak his language, even if a little bit oddly.
Once the man started talking though, he seemed to speak rather weirdly, the grammatical structures of his sentence made no sense. But still the huge guard was able to understand what this man was trying to say, despite of his uncommon way of talking. The big guy patiently let Hendrick finish his sentences, even watched him picking up a coin and whatnot. For Reinhardt he definetly seemed like he was either not blind or just a strong person. After he finished talking, Reinhardt drew the conclusion that the foreigner was certainly blind, but somehow able to see at least something. Or maybe feel its presence? During the war he has met those kind of people, who are more than they seem. And during that time Reinhardt also learned to differ between strong people and weak ones, which is why he was able to notice that Hendrick, while unsure whether he was good or evil, was no simple commoner passing through the streets.
"A man without a destionation" is what he called himself, however that was not an answer Reinhardt thought was satisfactory to him.
"You call yourself a man without a destination. But there has to be some reason for your presence here. You see, I am what we call a Royal Guard. My job is partially to protect this town from any harm or danger. And to answer your question, all I see is an unknown person speaking in puzzles who has a surprisingly strong aura accompanying him. So I will ask you again, a little bit clearer this time. What are your intentions? I wouldn´t want to dive into any unnecessary complications because of any wrong idea I have in my mind. If you have peaceful desires, I´d love to continue our chatter while I keep an eye out on this district."
The old man kept talking in a rather cheerful and friendly tone, not showing any evil intentions yet. The only thing one would notice is the concern that Hendrick might be of malicious intentions.
After thinking for a second, before Hendrick got to reply, Reinhardt scratched the back of his head with one hand.
"You know, after reconsideration, that did seem a bit rude from my side. I have not even introduced myself. My name is Reinhardt van Adler, Royal Guard, sent to protect this city."
With a wide smile he stood in front of Hendrick, testing his intentions, as he reached out his other hand in front of him, ready to shake Hendrick´s if he wished to. Reinhardt realized it would be stupid to try to shake a blind person´s hand, however he already noticed that the monk was able to see somehow at least some things, which is why he assumed that this wouldn´t be a big problem for him. Of course, if he was wrong it would be quite emberassing.

@6slyboy6

Hendrick Joseph

@Melpaws

Hendrick dusted off the silver coin, and it quickly disappeared in one of his pockets. His previous grin now widened into a face wide smile, and he shook the hand of the large man with ease, holding his staff with his left hand. "Hendrick, the name is. Impressed me, you have." he dusted off his trousers where it was dusty and put his staff on his back, his back now straightened. "Know about sunstones, do you? To buy them, I have come." Hendrick pointed towards a smaller stool only a few meters away with many strange items on sale. "A man who can see is what I need. Accompany me, would you?" Hendrick turned away from the guard and started heading towards the stool. He quickly glanced back, not to check if the guard was coming, but more to emphasize his claim. "Come, come, chat we must."

Though the stool was just a mere 20 meters away, it was still the walk to get there amidst all the people. Especially that it seemed everybody else was going the other way compared to Hendrick. When he finally arrived to the stool, he stopped and quickly looked around, checking his bags to see if he lost anything valuable. His fears were quickly dissipated and he noted that this place was not where one would be robbed. or maybe it was the looming guard that protected his belongings. Nevertheless he looked at the items on sale, and examined the merchant as well. The man didn't seem to bother themselves about him, and he felt that the man's aura was filled with disbelief and superiority. Obviously the merchant was dazzled by a blind man looking at his wares, and he didn't expect less either. Only when he reached for a herb to examine it the man finally turned to him and adressed his presence. "Oi. How can I help you? Not good with seeing are you mate?" Laughter followed and the man gave a high five to a merchant in the next stool. Hendrick smiled and looked up to the man. "Here to see, I am not." Hendrick pointed behind him, where he felt the looming presence of Reinhardt. "He is."

hendrick turned to the guard and held up his index finger. With his other hand he searched one of his pockets and pulled out a small yellow and orange stone. It glowed with a dim light, and lights danced in it with a cheery rythim. "Help me, would you? A stone like this, I need. 2 to be exact." He held out the stone in his hand, letting the man take it if he decides to help. To sweeten the deal, hendrick added. "If you help, talk to you I will. Now, help me, could you?"

The door opened right before her eyes hoping that there would be some form of help that could get her out of this mess. The sharp light from outside blinded her hazy gaze. There was a figure standing before her looking down onto her. Hamaguchi poked out her non hurted hand at the person believing it was someone who was gonna help her but only a disgusting voice came out of his mouth. It echoed through her head as her eyes went lifeless simply staring forward. It was over for her, it was another one of Myst his minions.



Her body wasn't moving to her will. Whatever she did it felt tired and heavy, her voice felt heavy and her head drowsy. She heard another voice but it was to hazy for her to perceive who it was from this distance. She caught the man dashing over towards the other man with his fist out trying to hit Myst his mercenary. Hamaguchi could not do anything right now. She felt so useless.





The boy Eli has refused looked pretty broken by it, ELi gave a somewhat sympathizing look. It felt hard to her too to give him such a horrible treatment but she had no other choice. She didn't want to disappear just like her sister had done. Eli turned her head to her side again lightly tucking Emi along bit by bit but she knew it was futile from the start already. Eli gasped before dropping to the ground with her sister falling on top of her. She made a pained sound as she got the gist of the situation.



Eli was lying defeated on the ground, sun beaming down on their small hungry bodies. Some guy sprinted up to the two and began lying on a small wall near them, what the hell?

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"D-Don't touch me baka! I-I don't like that feeling."

Dante raised his brow and was a bit rushed by how much weirder Aya manage to make the situation. Thought this wasn't the first time Dante had to grab someone, there was no getting past how awkward Aya had made things. His ears and tail went limb before he regains his composure and tried to handle this professionally. he then clears his throat and told her."Sorry, but i was trying to keep things from escalating any further." He calmly told her. "and that usually how i did the things back when i was...a town guard." He hesitates to say. "In the future i rather you do not attack somebody like that. Otherwise, there is no telling how they could react. especially when that person is a Spirit User like Avery. Also assault is against the law in this kingdom." Dante warned her. Though he may have already told her this already he felt like he didn't warn her well enough.

Dante then turned to Avery with his ears pointing upwards. "Can you please arrange for Miss Aya to get some tea, I don't want to take anything from the kitchen with Miss Midriff's permission." Dante told him calmly. Though he hated Avery for what he did he felt like he had no choice but to get along with him for now.

Felix stepped into the tavern, the hood of his new knight robe hiding his face. Slowly he walked to the bar and sat on one of the high wooden stools, his tail just brushing the floor. Sitting on normal chairs can be a pain with a tail sometimes but a stool is just fine.
As he waited to be served Felix's left leg bobbed up and down. He could sense something strange in the air... perhaps evil, perhaps anger or maybe... even love. No. Felix's heart was for Crusch.

As he was thinking to himself a voice perked up behind him making him jump slightly.

"Hello there! What would you like to drink today?"

"A glass of milk will do just fine m'lady"

"Sure. Anything else madam?"

Felix giggled to himself.

"Nyo thanks."

The green haired waitress returned with a tray, his glass of milk sat in the middle. Felix stood and took the milk off the tray.

"Do you have any lodgings here?" Felix asked, milk coating his top lip as he sipped.

"We do. Upstairs. Would you like a room we have one left?"

"Yes please. I'll pay in the morning."

The girl placed the keys into his hand and nodded to the stairs at the end of the tavern. With his glass of milk and sack, Felix made his way up the old wooden stairs.

As he neared the top he began to pick up his pace. He wanted to read his book. Quickly he stepped up... only to feel himself, strangely going back down the stairs. As Felix looked up his face collided with what appeared to be a human being. His glass of milk flew from his hand and smashed on the stairs. Slowly he was falling backwards... everything was going in slow motion... would this steep staircase be the end of him?

Half way up the stairs, Duncan paused as something smacked into his lower back, producing what he registered as an almost comical sounding 'Oomf!' as a glass of milk went whizzing past his head to crash into the stairs in front of him.

A tired sigh escaped the bald man. After the day and-a-half he'd been having and being so close to his room where he could properly (attempt to) clean himself up and then quietly freak the hell out over having suddenly become Freaking Superman, there was only one thing he could possibly be thinking at that exact moment:

'Oh, God. What now?'

Looking over his shoulder quickly, he found his answer; the form of a person about to have a very fateful meeting with that old mistress Gravity and her good friends The Stairs.

"Shit."

On instinct, Duncan's hand shot out and grabbed his accidental-almost-manslaughter victim by the collar, holding them up in the air with all the effort it would take to lift a piece of tissue-paper and, most importantly, preventing them from rag-dolling down the stairs and breaking their everything.

Exhaling with relief as that brief moment of tension finally passed, Duncan took a moment to look over the individual he was holding up in the air in what would, at any other time, be considered a fairly threatening fashion. Unable to stop his brow cocking slightly as he noted that it was, in fact, another cat-person.

It wasn't at all lost on him that the last time he ran into someone of that variety, he got blown up.

He could've been angry. He could've chewed them out, told them to watch where they were going, smacked 'em upside the head maybe... but instead he just opted for a tired sigh.

He didn't have the energy for any of that right now.

"Sorry about that." Duncan started as he gently let his quarry back down onto the stairs "You alright?"

Felix stil had his eyes tightly shut. He could feel his heart beating fast. But wait... he was not injured. Slowly he opened his eyes to find a very bald man, holding him by the collar.

"I am so sorry sir I didn't mean to run I just accidentally..." he was out of breath, speaking too quickly.

The man placed Felix down on the step. Once again Felix could sense something, this time... a mixture of anger and confusion.

"Relax..." Duncan replied firmly, yet with a slight tinge of humour and a dismissive wave of his hand, almost like a veteran soldier talking to a squirrelly newbie that just got out of basic and was used to having people screaming in his face at all hours of the day, as his new acquaintance began sputtering up an apology "You certainly didn't hurt me none."

'Heh...'

Old habits, he guessed.

He did take the moment to give his feline subject a once-over, however, noting that aside from the fuzzy ears and tail, they did appear to be wearing some kind of uniform. One that, if all those videogames he'd played in his youth and the genre-savvyness the bred were anything to go by, denoted that this random person he'd run into (or rather, the exact opposite of that) held some kind of rank.

'Well, that bears investigating.' He thought with a slight rise of his brow.

"You got a name, kid?"

Felix managed to get ahold of himself and bowed down to the man his hand placed on his chest.

"My name is Felix Argyle, royal knight for the Karsten household." No matter what Felix was doing he couldn't stop looking at the mans head... so shiny he giggled to himself quietly.
"I am also an accredited healer and user of water magic. Sorry to cause you probe-YEOWCH!" Felix jumped into the air, the man, once again managing to grab him.

"Oops... stood on the glass."

Duncan, for his part, just looked a little puzzled as he once again gently lowered the knight back onto the step.

'Felix?' he thought, the gears starting to turn in his head as he gave the (rather effeminate-looking) mage in front of him another once-over '...But that's a guy's na-ooooooh, I get it now.'

As his eyes quickly darted over the young (apparent) man's frame, he caught sight of a few small pieces of glass littering the stairwell out of the corner of his eye, a slight glint in his peripheral causing his eyes to flick back to his own arm to find yet more glass sticking to him along with the rum and sawdust caking his frame.

'Must've fallen off when I caught him the first time.'

"Yeah, sorry about that..." He explained, lifting his arm and indicating towards the offending piece of bottle half-glued to his body "There was a guy in here earlier that decided that my shiny skull was a half-decent place to break a bottle... and a chair... and his hand..."

He paused for a moment as the words left his throat. Any other day, at any other time, that would've all just sounded like some locker-room boasting or dialogue from an overly-edgy comic book. And, by his expression, that fact was clearly not at all lost on him.

"...It's... been a very weird couple of days."

A small moment of silence passed between the two men after that awkward explanation, before the bald one finally broke it by extending his hand toward the cat-knight to shake.

"Duncan MacAiden, Royal Canadian Mounted Police."

Felix looked up to him and smiled. He stank of rum and pieces of glass were inserted into his skin here and there.
"I'll get this glass of ya."

Felix held his hand over the mans chest. A golden glow surrounded him and slowly the small cuts began to heal, the shards of glass dropping out onto the ground.

"Hmm. Maybe would don't wanna smell like rum either."

Felix closed his eyes and cupped his hands and the drops of run began to fill up his hands. Awkwardly he looked around realising he had nowhere to put it.

"Errrrm."

'I'm sure it'll be fine' he thought to himself drinking it up.

The bald man cocked an eyebrow at that but still seemed more than a little impressed as he brushed the lingering, now-dry sawdust off his frame and stared at the tiny, closing wounds across his body he hadn't even registered, pausing for a moment as he noted that though the glass had pierced his skin none of it seemed to dig into his muscles... something he promptly stowed in the back of his mind as his eyes flicked back toward Felix with readily apparent gratitude.

"So a guy broke his hand... on your head?" Felix prodded Duncan's head. "You are extremely strong boned for a human... please elaborate."

Duncan, for his part, felt his brow furrow a bit as he contemplated just how to explain the bizarre, convoluted and downright silly turns his life had taken in the past forty-eight hours, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tried to form a somewhat sane response, before he gave and just turned from the knight and headed back up the stairs, motioning for him to follow.

"Well, it's a bit of a long story..." He began, walking up the stairs and heading for his door, unlocking it as he spoke. "But yesterday, before I... arrived... in your country, I wasn't nearly as 'Strong Boned' as you put it."

The older man clearly struggled to find the words to explain his particularly unusual set of circumstances as he opened the door and entered, casually walking past the rack from which his red serge, hat and gun-belt hung as he made his way toward the window.

"After spending the night in an alleyway with the Watch, I came here and passed out. Had weird dreams, woke up to the smell of bacon, ate like a pig... nothing unusual, all things considered."

Okay, that was a bit of a lie. Everything about the past two days had been pretty damned unusual.

"Then some damned kid showed up, started preaching about Elven rights when most of us were just trying to not draw attention to the elf so she could eat in peace, riled some people up and then I wound up having a nice little encounter with I'm still not convinced wasn't a bear wearing a man-costume..." He continued, opening the window and pointing toward the still-whimpering, still lying-in-the-remains-of-a-fruitstand wreck of a once intimidating man in the street below "Long story short, it ended with that."

Turning back to Felix, there was a moment of silence as Duncan studied the knight's expression, both to make sure he was keeping up and to see if he might have any answers.

"I gave him a single shove from inside the tavern, and he flew out of it and across the street..." the Mountie finally explained, how unusual he found his own strength quite clear in his voice "...And I have no idea how the hell I did that."

Felix stood in the mans doorway. His tail swished as he thought, and his fluffy ears twitched and turned at every noise.

"You are very interesting Duncan." The man stood, looking as perplexed as he did before.

"Hmmm... if I could just check his gate out I might be able to explain."

Once again he walked up to Duncan and prodded him. These muscles where almost inhuman.

"Nyow I'm going to explain what's happened..."

Quick as a flash Felix touched a finger to the mans forehead and he fell unconscious.

"Oh SHIT. I forgot he was standing."

Felix pounced under Duncan's falling body, being mildly crushed but avoiding any injuries for the man.

"Ouch..."

Felix placed his hand onto the bald mans head once more and began to take a little mana.

"Interesting... Water Magic huh..."

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"You've been awake for about an hour and a half and you're already laying unconscious beneath a fuzzy-headed ladyboy. Nice work, Kid."

"Oh Goddammit, why are you still here?"

"I was here first."

"...The fuck does that even mean?"

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The Cat-knight tapped Duncan's forehead again and he regained consciousness.
Felix giggled. Duncan looked... well, he looked rather annoyed actually, and only partially due to Felix's face hanging over him if how his eyes immediately started darting around looking for someone else was any indication.

"You have been gifted with water magic... But how do you nyot remember discovering it?"

"Well, between the surprise-vacation, a pair of murdering psychopaths, a few explosions and a loooot of bodies..." Duncan started, grunting slightly as he sat back up and rubbed at his forehead, both for the grogginess and to try and figure out what the hell just happened. "...I miiiiight've misplaced the orientation pamphlet."

Ah, sarcasm: The last refuge of a man in a world getting stranger and stranger the longer he spent in it. Must've been making progress though, as his response to new and bizarre things didn't seem to be anger anymore.

...Well, maybe a little.

Blinking the last bits of sleep away, he raised a finger to enunciate a point.

"One... Do I have an off-switch or something, and can you warn me next time you hit it? Because that was really weird." He raised a second "Two; didn't have any of this two days ago, so your guess is as good as mine."

"An off-switch?" Felix laughed
"Nyo its just my magic. I can make peoples bodies relax when in pain or whenyever I want."

Felix's tail batted around the room. It always seemed to have a mind of his own when he was thinking.

Felix looked out of the window at the crumpled man and then back at Duncan.

"You did THAT! Wow you're stronger than I expected." There was only one way Felix could think he could understand this. He had muscles... but not enough to do that.

"Fight me." Felix said, staring at Duncan with a more serious face.

"...Wait, what?" The bald man in question responded after a few seconds of stunned silence, pausing by the window and halfway to being back on his feet.

"DO IT."

"Why in the fuck would I-"

He found his unfinished answer as something hard, cold and wet slammed into the side of his face, the world began to spin and he landed face-first on something flat and hard. To his credit it only took him about half a minute to realize he was now laying on the street in front of the tavern, two stories down and, noting the bits of shattered ice scattered about his head, he took an experimental rub of his sore jaw and felt a small trickle of blood escaping his lip.

The Mountie simply took a long breath in, before levering himself back onto his feet with his fists, popping his neck and letting that breath back out. Clearly just a tiny bit mad now.

"Okay then..." He growled more to himself than anyone else as he spat out just a little bit of red, taking a few steps back from the building as he wasn't exactly sure where from within the Feline Knight was gonna pop out from. "...Guess we're doing this now."

Felix's face popped up at the window.

"Got you mad have I?" He grinned, showing his cat-teeth. "Catch me... if you can!"

Felix removed his shoes and threw down his cloak.

"My first proper fight... keep it cool."

He jumped down from the window and landed without making a sound, Duncan instinctively falling into the fighting stance drilled into his head since his youth.

"Felix, knock it off, I don't want to fi-!"

The bald one's words were very swiftly silenced as yet another, even faster ball of ice careened into his skull and sent him flipping ass-over-head on the suddenly frozen ground beneath his feet as Felix casually licked the back of his hand and brushed the fur in his ears.

Growling, cursing and swearing as the new small cut over his brow throbbed and poured blood down his face, Duncan got to his feet yet again and snarled, clearly getting mad, yet still somehow reigning in his temper.

"Argyle, seriously. Stop."

With that simple statement he lurched forward, intent and grabbing the younger man and making listen... but at the very last second Felix pounced into the air and Duncan felt the very moisture in the air behind him to freeze and harden into the shape of a bettering-ram, driving him into a wall.

"Oopsies! Didn't quite catch that, what were you saying?"

Extricating him from the indent he made in the wall and spitting up a bit of blood as the blow had left the wound above his brow nastier and wider and a new horizontal gash along the left of his mouth, Duncan turned toward his opponent, absolutely seething with rage as steam began to roll off of his body and his eyes took on a faint sea-green glow.

"I don't... want... to hurt you..."

Felix giggled.

'Now we're getting somewhere...'

A strange sensation filled his body. Almost like a sudden adrenaline rush.

"You honestly think you can? Witness the power of water!"

Felix ran to the man in the crushed cart and held out his hand. The man began to shake and shake until suddenly he stood upright.

"What are yo-?"

Felix was puppeting the man, making him dance around the courtyard.

Duncan could only stare, eyes widening at the horrifying sight before they narrowed again and a dangerous growl escaped his throat.

"...That's enough." He stated, a new edge to his words that didn't go completely lost on the Knight.

'That's good!' Felix mused as he continued his casting, purposefully ignoring Duncan's words and forcing what must've been a man having the absolute worst day of his life flop around on the ground like a possessed rag-doll. 'C'mon, show me what you can do!'

"I said THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Something akin to an explosion resounded in Felix's ears as his head snapped around to Duncan's location... only to find a small crater and flying bits of dust and stone where he once stood, the result of him launching himself forward with enough force to leave him directly in front of the Knight, still airborne, with his fist cocked back for the mother of all haymakers in the span of seconds.

'Oh.' His mind thundered as his jaw dropped, his ears drooped and the adrenaline coursing through his head made that brief second seem like an eternity. '...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.'

In that half-second before impact, he forced the entirety of his mana reserve into his face, to which he'd owe the fact that his head didn't immediately explode as the impact sent him rocketing down an alleyway and into the wall at the end of it, face-first.

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For a while, Duncan just stood there, sucking in all the oxygen he could as the dust settled. Eventually, the steam roiling off of his form subsided, the glow in his eyes faded and he was returned to his senses.

"...What the hell?"

For a minute longer he just stared down at his hand, opening and closing it a few times as if it were a new and terrifying alien thing... until a solitary thought suddenly struck him.

'Felix.'

His head abruptly snapped up as he stared down the alleyway he'd just unceremoniously deposited him into, his blood suddenly running cold.

"Oooooh, shit."

And without another word or thought, he took off into the alleyway after the Cat-boy he'd very likely brutally murdered.

The guard Reinhardt was glad to see that the foreigner who now revealed himself to be Hendrick was of no evil intentions so far. If he was, he would be very good at hiding it since Reinhardt did not feel a threat or bad intent from the monk. Patiently Reinhardt watched as Hendrick struggled his way through the crowd, they were obviously way too much in a rush to focus who they were walking against, especially since Hendrick was no huge guy like Reinhardt was, he would get lost in the crowd easily. After some consideration, Reinhardt decided to follow Hendrick, at least for now, to the stool which Hendrick aimed for. He seemingly knew where he wanted to go, therefore Reinhardt got in motion too, though a little bit slower. It was way easier for him to get through the crowd, people would not bump into him. Not only because of his figure, but because of the fact that he was a Royal Guard, which noone wanted to mess with. At least none of the simple commoners who were roaming the streets currently.

From far away, Reinhardt could already watch what unfolded at the stool. The owner of the shop seemed to make fun of Hendrick, much to Reinhardt´s disliking. He slowly approached the stool, and once Hendrick pointed at him he stepped in front of the owner, with a furious look on his face. He seriously looked like he was about to kill the owner, though that was only show. Of course Reinhardt would not, but he wanted to be intimidating. Loud, slow breaths were heard from Reinhardt, filled with anger as he looked at the other guy.
"Making fun of a blind person, eh?"
He took a small look at the sunstone which Hendrick had presented to him and nodded, looking at the shop´s wares.
Meanwhile, the shopkeeper seemed very scared, almost like he was about to faint from Reinhardt´s presence. Seemingly Reinhardt´s strategy worked.
"Give me two sunstones... of your best quality. You better not try to trick me or else...! You will get your money if you do give us what we desire."
He spoke in a calm, but angry voice. Normally, the guard was a very peaceful person, however people judging others because of things like blindness and making fun of it really ticked Reinhardt off. The shopkeeper reached back into some bags and pulled out two sunstones, they seemed to have good quality. They also looked a lot better than those displayed on the stool, which just made Reinhardt grunt. The big guy quickly took the two stones, handed them to Hendrick and gave the owner his money with a satsified look on his face.
"Thank you very much, have a good day."
After that, he turned away from the owner and focused on Hendrick.
"Don´t worry about the money, it goes on me. We need to talk now I believe?"
Reinhardt said and pointed at a café nearby, ready to head to it as soon as Hendrick was ready himself.
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