[h2][color=ed1c24]Fuma[/color] - The Endless Sea of Trees[/h2]

As he walked along the stone path with his youkai friend Fuma stared around at the entrance of the forest. He could hear almost everything, the sounds of emerald greens tapping ever so gently against the bark of elder wood trees, a babbling yet tiny brook and finally the sound of cold metal snapping once. But after it did, there was nothing that made a sound. [i]Had one of them gone off randomly?[/i] Fuma thought for a moment, he readied his Hadoken and slowly entered the forest. Using his sense of direction he ventured straight down a simple path that led straight towards an underbrush of various plants, mushrooms and logs. As he rounded a bend of an elder wood he sensed something, stopping in his tracks the young warrior peered his head around for a quick moment. If anything would pop up he would holster himself and wait for an opportunity but after four minutes of waiting nothing did. He peered around the corner once again, there in a beartrap was something that Fuma had never seen before. Slowly he walked over and inspected what he had laid his eyes on.

He was sure it wasn't what made the cry earlier, as it was too large to have made such a high-pitched cry. What he saw was a demon from his world, to be exact it was a monster known as an Axe Ox. It had been dead for quite sometime as it's skin had been paled out due to lack of air. It's head was no longer pulsating with read as normal and Fuma inspected more the beartrap had trapped the Ox by the leg. It had bled out afterwards because it had tried to pull itself along, Fuma noticed a crudely tied rope that was tied onto a metal stake that was pounded into the ground. Whoever was placing these traps [i][b]meant business[/b][/i] and now it was starting to show. A grim situation but Fuma was used to it, the outskirts of Oni Islands had Inunaki Village where atrocities went on daily. [color=ed1c24]"Don't look at it too much Jinbanyan-kun, we need to find that creature. My guess is that it's still alive, if it was crying out some more it would've meant that it struggled and didn't cauterize the wound it was given by the trap."[/color]

Fuma looked around once again, scanning the horizon. The maniac could be upon them now, the best bet for him was to find the creature, potentially save it and then come back to the village before the forest's resident knew what hit them. [color=ed1c24]"Don't be afriad my friend. Let's press on, we need to find that creature and then leave."[/color] Fuma said with a serious tone.


[h2][color=f26522]Gutsman[/color] - The Streets of Home[/h2]

Whistling to himself as he passed around town looking around for things to do Gutsman idly stamped around the cobblestone path. In the distance he saw two people talking, wasn't the one on the right the historian? Ah, he needed some new blueprints! Perhaps she could provide him with some, after the fiasco in the Sheriff's yard the human mind couldn't possibly think about how he would shatter expectations this time. With a tilt of hat Gutsman walked down the path waving his hand when he noticed that the blue blur bolted by with a bunch of tacos falling down. He needed more compost anyway, his eyes darted from every which way so that he wouldn't get knocked over next by the bolt of blue. He had been on an E-Tank rush before and Dr. Light documented [i][b]"DISASTROUS RESULTS"[/b][/i] so he wanted to steer clear. Now it was back to meeting the two people a little ways away from him.

In the most eloquent way possible Gutsman went into a nearby shop and in no time at all came out with a big piece of lumber that he would later use for making a giant mailbox for the town. He winked at the screen and did a thumbs-up and what followed was some comedic laugh track. He walked along the stone road waving to the historian and going to the scene of tacos everywhere. Quickly he tipped his hat again, [color=f26522]"Good morning you two, lovely weather we're having although I suppose the forecast called for-"[/color] he picked up a taco off the ground and inspected it, [color=f26522]"-Bell Peppers with a chance of Queso."[/color] The studio audience laughter echoed again, [color=f26522]"Besides that, good day Ms. Historian! What were you and the L'ster over here talking about? Something important?"[/color]