[h2]Nouvelle, Lugere --- Millicent Cheviot[/h2] Commotion on near the edge of town was drawing quite the crowd. There was a vicious fight at the Chanson tavern, which was one of the rougher places in town due to its proximity with an unrecognized circus group who sat outside Nouvelle. Generally poorer than other artisans of the city, their only entertainment and time off came from booze and hooches. It wasn't just this circus group, however, as many traveling performers came to Nouvelle for recognition and a shot at fame and wealth. But with this city, everyone knew that you start out on the edge of the town, performing for the circuses or taverns, working your way into the heart of the city. Every performers' goal was to eventually find themselves on Cheviot Hill, where only the most famous and expensive talent was located. On top of that, many starving artists and writers also tried to lay a claim to fame here. Like the performers, they started out at the edge of town, selling their work for minimal pay hoping someday that they achieve success. The crowd gathered just outside the reach of debris that a crazed Ursaring caused. A few guards, armed with pikes and burly squad of Machoke, threatened anyone that came in for a closer look. A few men were arrested and pinned by the threat of death. The Ursaring that caused this was slain and lying dead just inside the tavern. The chaos that was within was quelled late the previous night and guarded up until now. They waited command from a superior on what to do with the detainees but they were in for a shock on who would give the order. -- Millicent Cheviot had been up and about earlier this morning with a training regiment that Mel and herself did every morning. It helped them both stay fit and in fighting condition. On her way back she saw that a crowd had gathered and went to investigate. It wasn't just her as father insisted an escort follow her in town and despite Milly's nature, she was okay with that. The people in this town were always looking for recognition and the people on the edge of town were the most desperate. They would never stop pestering her, or worse like threatening her, for her to recognize their talents. The guard, which consisted of four armored swordsmen, two armored Gallade, and two armored Machamp, kept a lot of those pesky beggars away. Milly approached and, like a disease, people noticed that a Cheviot was nearby and they swarmed in. The guards held firm and weren't afraid to shove anyone back. The people hollered and pleaded for Milly to read their work, watch their performance or buy their painting. Half probably didn't even know her name. "Get back you filthy lot! Lady Millicent wants nothing to do with you!" The lead guard shouted as he and the two Machamp pushed their way through the crowd, parting it. It wasn't always this bad and the closer you are to the center the better it is, but the loss of their precious tavern must have made them extra desperate. Once Milly reached the tavern, the combined guard force formed a phalanx and blocked out the commoners. Mel just behind Milly as she entered the building. "Lady Millicent!" The commanding officer at the scene sounded shocked but hastily bowed and saluted. The two other guards, guarding the prisoners did the same. "At ease boys." Milly said with slight tone of boredom. "What's the deal here? What happened?" The guard stiffened and explained the story of the brawl and how the Urasing that was lying dead had rampaged and caused most of this destruction. The detainees, as he explained, were the most violate in the brawl. After hearing the synopsis, Milly rubbed her forehead as she compiled all the data. She walked over to the largest man, likely a circus strong man and who reportedly was the instigator, and inquired about the brawl. "You started this and now you have to answer for it. Why?" She asked sternly. Despite the man's massive size, his voice wavered a bit as she spoke. "I-I wasn't the one who started it! Honest! Some punk bumped into me and sucker punched me! I swear!" Of course this guy would try to avoid blame and not face due process. Probably a bold-faced lie, seeing as how he didn't name anyone in arrested so the sucker puncher fled. Still, Milly was fair. "Very well. I'll take that into consideration. Give your description to the guard and if we find him, you'll be spared. If not, you get full blame. Until then, you wait in a cell. Five days is all I give you." The man wanted to protest more but Milly turned and addressed the guard. "Get the description and put a bounty on him. Five days and then execute whoever has full blame. Understood?" The guard stiffened again, "Understood, Lady Millicent!" Without further word, she left the tavern, having her guard force themselves through the crowd and back into the city. [h2]Bahariya Oasis, Ayero --- Emile Varrot[/h2] The harsh desert wind picked up and buffeted the small community of Bahariya. The town was bustling this early in the morning as everyone was trying to beat the day's heat. But the heat was already creeping in and people were already ducking under the shade of umbrellas and awnings. Emile Varrot, a man of Lugere, was not accustomed to the heat of the Rust Desert and underneath his Keffiyeh scarf, his head was moist with sweat. "Fuck the heat..." The man of twenty years of age said under his breath. "Fuck these sand snakes." He said in a harsh whisper as he navigated his way through the busy main street of Bahariya. Emile didn't belong here but he sure played the part. He was covered from head-to-toe, hiding his pale skin from the sun, only a thin strip showed his piercing gray eyes studying every passerby. He effectively blended in and the only dead give away that he was from somewhere else was hidden in plain sight. Emile's shadow was dark and very profound, unlike every other shadow on this street. Something was stalking him but Emile knew what it was. Darkrai crept along in Emile's shadow because he too, wanted to avoid the sun. He would only drift away from his master's side to stir any sleeping creature out of its dream with a great fright. The occasional yelp and squeal of mental agony delighted both Darkrai and his companion. Darkrai's sadistic hunger for dreams sustained him and Emile relished in his companion getting a good meal. He needed Darkrai to be at his best for what was to come. -- A few hours would pass and the party of Emile and Darkrai would achieve a few things in that time. First was a quiet raid on Morph hideout. Much to their dismay, it produced no new leads. At this point, Emile decided to abandon this worthless town. This wasn't what he had expected as somewhere in this massive desert was a small Morph community who he would just love to meet... That same day found a caravan leading away from the city and decided to sign on and hopefully escape this desert heat. The caravan was set to depart this evening when the sun's heat would be receding from these lands. So Emile found a cozy spot in one of the caravan's covered wagons and slept. Darkrai was free to wander but by he loved to occasionally come back just to haunt his companion's own dream.