[center] "That'll be three Cupon my good-good sir!" A most disingenuous toned voice called to a well-muscled, and not to mention, soaked customer. There, from underneath a hastily cobbled together, deal hunter of a kiosk, a squat little man testily waited for the money to enter into his grubby grasp. From which moments afterward, the salesman spun and weaved a nice delicious stick of pastel cotton candy. Happily, the lucha-masked man abruptly turned about, moving from under the awning, subsequently dissolving his snack before he could even have the first bite. About face again, gazing through two framed eye-holes, deep into the shit-eating grin of the vendor. Whom displayed a hat on the little cart, obfuscated by its umbrella attachment, only five Cupon. [centre][s]---------------[/s][/centre] A now water-retardant muscleman maneuvers through the yapping crowds, nibbling on his delightful treat as rain pings off the multicolored umbrella resting above his head, with the vague sensation that he'd been cheated out of his lucre. Nevertheless, this bulky individual moves onward, with conviction, with determination, with GUSTO! That is, before being compacted in-between hoards of wacky costumed wannabes. Smack dab somewhere around the middle of the undulating congregation, the masked man found himself mushed tight against a stinky sea-woman's rock-hard frame and another interesting, [i]thing[/i], identified by a name-tag as Har Daithi Place. The half-woman-half-fish creature's head tilted, turning toward the large man now pressed against her. With countenance as if a catfish, she twirled a whisker in curiosity. However, before she could open those thick lips, there was an upheaval in the writhing mob, something must have occurred far in the front as commotion spilled out. [s]---[/s] [b]Panic! Alarm! Madness! Lunacy! Mass Hysteria![/b] [s]---[/s] Masked ne'er do well and spandex-suited would-be-heroes pushed past, hurdling over, and smashed up against one another! Brawls broke out all over the gathered crowds, children were left parent-less! A bovine individual mooed in the center of a fountain! Nothing made sense! In the absurdity of confusion, our dear pair of fish-person and trenched-lucha were flung right on to the head, thrust onto their hands and knees before two ominous men, who in turn stood before the great and slightly more ominous association doors. The luchadore's snack, vanishing painfully into the rain. [i]“Aaaah, I see's we got ourselves a new buncha eegits. . .!”[/i] The voice rang out from the smaller of the jumper-clad demons. A crack of the knuckles sent a visceral snap through the spines of the two vertebrates, who in a matter of seconds took note of the gi-wearing, headband-bearing, whisker-flaring, catfish-woman whose pose took that of the latest moving-karate-pictures. She stood, stalwart against the ruffians who in turn also stood stalwart, and she began with a particularly wet voice, without anyone asking mind you. [i]"I am the one known as La Passionné Poisson, once I was a normal-everyday-girl striving to be the sushi-eating champion of our entire world. Striving so very hard for so very long, I eventually realized that in order to be the best, I would have to BECOME the fish! I changed, morphing into the mighty and majestic woman you see before you! Of course, my trifles in a fish-eating competition were over, for I would be considered a cannibal and. . ."[/i] [centre][s]---------------[/s][/centre] The heavily-muscled luchadore couldn't help but gaze over to the exceedingly oddly shaped man as he rose from the cemented ground, who in turn also gazed at he. They shared a similar and bond creating stare of. . . Utter confusion. Perhaps also a tinge of embarrassment. And quite honestly, so too had the pair of blazon-haired men who stood all cross-armed. [centre][s]---------------[/s][/centre] [i]". . .That is why, I, La Passionné Poisson, stand before you whiper-snappers today. For I shall use this newfound power to become a legendary he--"[/i] Clearly the spiel was droning on for just a fair bit too long, and the younger brother's temper simply wasn't all that great. Besides, could you blame him? He'd probably heard this whole origin story thing at least ten times today, and there [i]were[/i] two more waiting in line for a pummeling. Thusly, the toned leg of the wildly-maned villain drove with instant speed, connecting with full-force straight into the. . . Uh, the jaw of the fish-woman. Knocking the wind outta her gills just as well as sending her flying, smashing through the cotton-candy kiosk. Much to a certain vendor's chagrin. [i]"Next. . ."[/i] One of the brother's stated plainly, impatience running through their word. As either pair of men stood, facing off. Shadowy veils deepening the most serious expression while the tension tore through the disorder crowds. Sending their rabbling to a halt. All eyes, even teal-shadowed sets were on this confrontation. . . [/center]