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[i]Resident Cool Kid Too Cool for Your Party[/i][/center]

[b]"[color=brown]Okay, uh, that's a lot of monsters.[/color]"[/b]

The tall Dragnan stood in a crowd, cloak over his head like a hoodie, overlooking a bulletin of missing persons and accompanying Wanted posters. Of course, technically, the missing persons were Wanted too, but probably not because they murdered anyone or anything. That, and, more than half of the Wanted posters were crudely drawn pictures, probably from hazy recalls of survivors that were still high off adrenaline. So, who knows maybe all these different guys were actually just the same monster. Wait, but would that warrant to the crew- or, uh, loosely titled "Shabu Shabu Party"- getting [i]all[/i] the different rewards, or would they be like 'No, this isn't just one monster, you guys are liars' and they wouldn't get all that reward? Maybe they'd just have to fake like getting all these monsters for the reward. Yeah, that was a morally alright idea.

Well, Saffron decided, reaching and ripping out a poster that detailed the monster's last appearance and the best looking picture, right next to a crudely crayon scribbled one, deciding to go over to the crew and suggest looking for it, if not because he really wasn't the type to go looking for monsters alone without an incentive, and also because imagine how hilarious it would be if this very detailed picture of a monster was actually inaccurate as fuck. Knowing the Shabu Shabu Party's luck, that would probably be the case.

As he made his way through the peaceful hubbub of the town, his eyes spied blonde fur and made his way towards it immediately, faltering only when the figure turned and showed no signs of, uh, [i]specific weaponry[/i]. Aight, so Estelle wasn't around and, lowering his hood and scratching his mess of hair, neither was Grim. Then again, the kid was small and Saffron wasn't exactly best for looking for tiny things. He did spy a funny looking guy with scribbled markings all over his face, haha, it looked like the kind of mess his party's self proclaimed leader would get himself into, what with his laziness and sleeping habit.

Oh.

Wait.

Deciding it was best not to associate with Rhein at the moment, Saff made a quick turn and walked the other way, using his nose to search for the girls. They were probably also getting in loads of trouble, but were probably less of an embarassment to be aro- [b]"[color=brown]Oh dang, is that a pig?[/color]"[/b] Saff stopped and squatted at the ugly boar tied to a post, no owner seemingly in sight. He accidentally drank his last vial of ugly boar blood, and was tempted on stabbing the thing then and there. Technically that would be theft though, so he waited instead for someone to barter with to come around.