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Interacting 
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[*][@RabidAnubis]
[*][@Suku]
[*][@Rune_Alchemist] 
[*][@TheHangedMan]
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Location
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[*]Golem Hands Festival 
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[i]So much for avoiding a fight.[/i] Koe thought to himself exasperatedly. Dragon Slayers always seemed like they had to release some pent-up energy, and it always seemed to have to be through fighting.  Needles to say, Koe had no soft spot for the lot of them.

Before he could voice his opinion on the matter though, a boisterous, ceaseless ringing resonated within his head which spun in a bewildered state. As his eyes came ajar after shutting them, he was blinded by a torrent of radiance as if the sun itself descended upon him at point-blank distance. Expeditiously his eyes adjusted to the light and he hastily examined the culprit with shock and partial curiosity, only to be let down with the fact that it was Phoebe's doing.  

[color=chocolate]"Flashy as always I see Phoebe. Drink?"[/color] Koe said sarcastically, his eyebrows knitting in concern as he offered the other cup if alcohol that floated next to him. She could pluck it out of the air when she wished to. The life seemed to have drained out of her.

His head turned to the sound of his name being called, remembering the Golem Guy's request to introduce him. It wasn't as glorious as he imagined. Koe frowned as he watched Sora confidentially accept, even encourage the challenge, ready to fight the Slayer one on one. Koe was loved fighting just as much as the next guy, the Luna pretty much got thier full of Golem Harpy antics every other day of the year, he wasn't sure what made this so special.

Thankfully, the Golem Guy hit the head on the nail.  
[color=gold]"Let's all be peaceful here. This is a festival and we should be celebrating, right Koe?"[/color]

[color=gray]"We fight every other day of the year, it would be nice to actually celebrate together instead. But a fight would interesting, with sprits high, fighting would take a different dynamic, In all honesty I don't mind."[/color] 

The words tumbled out of his mouth without much of a fore thought. It was his subconscious talking not him, but it was true, the sound of a fight actually excited him. A tingling in his stomach in anticipation  clued him in. His headphones began to take on a red hue.