The Bar
It was a bar that looked like more or less like it came out of a Western, with the swinging doors and the old-timey exterior with barrels for chairs. Really, it was a straight out saloon. At this time of night, there weren't many customers and those who were left were either dead drunk or rather shady looking characters cooling off after certain escapades. A wanted poster was in the corner, studded with darts and bullet holes. Hazy smoke drifted about the lantern lighted exterior, giving off a slightly surreal scene.
The bartender looked down at his newest customer and quirked an eye. A rather tall bald man with an impressively groomed mustachio, he gave the kid the once over while he was doing the stereotypical wiping a glass thing. "...Well..." Pausing in his cleaning, the bartender took out a carton of milk- which promptly stood out considering how modern it was. it even had a cartoon cow on the side. "Here ya go, sonny. You ain't the first one to ask this, and likely not the last one." An amused gleam came into the man's eye as he poured a glass of the white stuff and expertly slid it to Morito. "Anyways, ya look a bit lost. Mebbe yer a new guy to the City?"
The Hotel
"Wells... Like you guys, I'm stuck in this City. Same for just about everyone and everything here." The lizard said in his gravelly voice, pointing a thumb backwards to indicate all the other beings loitering about. "And well, I've been here for quite a while. Anyways, I'm boring. You guys are pretty much the hot topic here! Yer Challengers! The only ones that can free the others trapped in this place through winning the Trials! Though... there were other Challengers... and they've either died or failed..." Now the lizardman looked a bit less sure, doubt creeping into his voice. "But here's hoping you guys can actually last the 21 Days!" He said somewhat awkwardly, pumping his fist in the air.
At this point in time, Shiroe popped his head out of another window. "Why don't you come on up here so we can have a proper talk then? I would rather like to hear what you have to say... and it would greatly help us..." The tactician said, smiling serenely. "We have refreshments too." At this, the somewhat nosy lizard made a mad dash towards the door, rather delighted he could actually get close to the newest group of chosen. Shiroe meanwhile was rapidly churning the gears in his head and wondering how to wring every scrap of info from the gossipy Bangaa. After a few seconds, excited whooping came from the lobby where the red lizard was exulting in actually making it past the field that kept everyone but the Challengers out. Smiling wickedly, Shiroe got ready for a little Q and A.
The Copse
"H-h-hey, you've never been repeatedly thrown in a hole filled with starving cats while tied up and strung up with fish products! And I'm not a coward!" Ranma barked back, angry at being called a coward. He was so angry that he actually bent the tree top at a 90 degree angle with a loud snap before it too fell down on the ground, this time throwing up a shower of white powder at the impact. "I am not a coward! I just don't like c-c-c-c-c... furry fanged things very much! Especially when they're close to me!" The most ironic thing was that at the moment, his hair was actually fluffing up like a cat's and his pigtail was ramrod straight and defying gravity somehow.