[color=a2d39c]Pieter LeGroning the Noseless[/color] and [color=fff79a]Jaroslava Fyodorovna Zaporozhneva[/color], AKA [color=fff79a]Jaro the Monkeyboy[/color], found themselves in the middle of a very foggy and stormy Prague, right outside a dock on the east side of the river Vltava. They stood there for a few seconds to survey their surroundings, looking for any signs of a "5-star hotel that looks like a medieval watchtower". Finding nothing of the sort, they looked at each other. Both lifted their eyebrow in question.

[color=a2d39c]"You think it could be the fog or something?"[/color], said Noseless, a 2 meter tall man with a prosthetic leather nose strapped to his face to replace the one he lost in an incident involving alchemy, magic, and pair of extremely strong magnets. His features included curly black hair of medium length, a well-kept full goatee, high cheekbones and large, bushy eyebrows that would seemingly cover his eyes entirely when he frowned. Currently, under a long black cloak with the monogram of the Inquisitional College expertly embroidered onto it with a silver thread, he was wearing [url=http://www.bogara-bg.com/images/calendars2017/Haiduti_Calednar2017_Page_07.jpg]a hajduk's outfit with a dark color scheme[/url]. However, a black garrison hat with a visor sat upon his head instead of the traditional hajduk's kalpak. The emblem of the College was sewn onto it, along with a long, swirled feather. He had a tendency to wear out-of-place clothes like that, despite his serious, stoic attitude he also had. He was carrying an open umbrella in his hand and the Lantern in the other.

Jaro simply shrugged. 

[color=fff79a]"'Dunno. Maybe that part with "medieval watchtower" was code for something. And I highly doubt there's a dragon smack-dab in the middle of Prague."[/color], said the Boy and proceeded to look around again. She noticed all of the buildings looked like castles from ye olde times. She looked annoyed. [color=fff79a]"By Bethlehem, literally ALL of the buildings look like that! They could've been more specific about the place! "Can't miss it", my backside!"[/color]

The 1.60 meter tall girl was wearing a much less out-of-place set of clothing under her College Cloak - a brown waistcoat, a richly embroidered white shirt, a red tie with the College monogram sewn onto it in silver, a black suit jacket with the College emblem on the pocket, a pair of black trousers and shiny dress shoes. Her diamond-shaped face combined with her short brown hair, defined jawline and broad shoulders made her look even more like a 15-year old boy - as a matter of fact, she was in her late 20's. A pair of teashades hid her grey eyes and a wide-brimmed black fedora threw shade on the rest of her face. Monkeyboy fancied herself quite the tomboy - her childhood spent in the bad part of town forced her to adapt with the other meddling children, turning herself into the cheeky little monkey her colleagues know and appreciate - hence her nickname.
One of her hands held an umbrella and the other one held a mysterious-looking black briefcase.

[color=f7941d][i][AWOOOO-GA] [AWOOOO-GA][/i][/color]

They turned to the source of the sudden sound - a shiny black Moskvitch 1965 parked just in front of the dock. The front window rolled down and a heavily-bearded man with sunglasses and a dark-green hotel driver uniform, complete with a white peaked cap, emerged from it. He beckoned the two colleagues to get in the car.

[color=a2d39c]"That may be our ride."[/color], Noseless said and walked towards the car. Monkeyboy followed. They sat down in the back and as soon as Jaro closed her door, the car drove onwards to their destination.

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[color=ed1c24][center][h1]Jiang Zhao, the Angry Dragon[/h1][/center][/color]
[color=ed1c24][center][h1]憤怒龍[/h1][/center][/color]
[center][h2]P  A  R  T     O  N  E[/h2][/center]
[b][center][h2]Karlov Věž Hotel, Prague, Czech Republic[/h2][/center][/b]
[b][center][h3]March 24th, 2018[/h3][/center][/b]

Along the west side of the Vltava river was a very rustic-looking 5-story building with a tall, rectangular, wide tower which added four more stories on its left side. The roofs were fit with dark brown tiles. The tower was adorned with many pennants and standards of different colors, all of them the same 8 meter length. On the tip of the tower, a dark-green swallowtail flag with the hotel's emblem waved in the wind. On the main building, at the fifth floor, was a lit up window with a man standing at it, observing the central part of town from his room. As they were about to turn around onto the Mánes Bridge, Noseless' bony hand emerged from his cloak, holding a shiny telescopic spyglass. He unfolded it, leaned over to the front seats as he muttered a "would you mind" to the bearded driver, placed the spyglass on his eye, aimed it towards the man in the window for about 15 seconds, and leaned back to his seat. He turned his head to the left to find that Jaro had been staring at him expectantly. He simply nodded. Jaro nodded back in understanding. They had found their Dragon.

The entrance was beautifully sculpted like the front doors of a protestant church. There was an ornate sign just over the entrance which said "hotel Karlov Věž". The sign was adorned with five small stars on the top of it. A little bit higher over the entrance were a plethora of different national flags.

The driver put on his green raincoat, got out of the Moskvitch, walked over to its right side and opened the back door. From it emerged Pieter, then Jaro, who both popped open their umbrellas in perfect unison. They quickly walked over to the entrance, where a uniformed staff member opened the door for them. A second one greeted them with a tip of his peaked cap and a "Welcome.". On the other side of the door, they were met with a quite lavish interior and a very cozy-looking warm color scheme. A bellboy in dark-green uniform offered help. They quickly gave him their cloaks and their folded umbrellas with a [color=fff79a]"Just hold onto these for a few minutes, would you?"[/color], he walked off to hang them up somewhere, and they found themselves at the receptionist's desk. The receptionist eyed them up and down.

"Nice costumes. The convention is in Grand Hotel Bohemia, if that helps.", said the receptionist.

Noseless, slightly annoyed, replied: [color=a2d39c]"We're looking for someone named Jiang Zhao."[/color]

The receptionist suddenly looked visibly worried. "Uh...Are you sure about that? He instructed us not to let anyone disturb him until 10, and uh..." - he checked the grandfather clock behind him - "...It's 8:30 at the moment...Mr. Zhao already sent a very insistent journalist to the hospital just the other day."

[color=fff79a]"Do we care, Mr. Horacek?"[/color], Monkeyboy said, folding her sunglasses and placing her hat on the desk. She had a slightly threatening smile on her face.

Mr. Horacek responded, "Not visibly."

[color=a2d39c]"So, where's his room?"[/color]

"Room number fifty. Be careful, please."

[color=a2d39c]"Thank you. Don't worry about us."[/color]

The main staircase was very dark brown and expertly sculpted in the style of the baroque movement. This was the staircase that reached the high-class suite at the top of the tower. However, their goal was the 5th floor.
They reached the hallway. Its interior design was practically the same as the lobby's: high ceiling, baroque patterns, brown-orange-beige color scheme and gilded chandeliers along its length - the hallway had three of them. The room numbers alternated on each side, starting with №59 on one side, then №58 on the other, and so on, so forth. Each door had about 5 meters distance from the door on the other side. The two colleagues began slowly walking towards the other end of the hallway, where they presumed was the room they were looking for. They checked each room number on the way, just to be sure.

[color=fff79a]"So..."[/color] Jaro said, as they stood in front of №50, [color=fff79a]"We gonna "releasing the dragon", or what?"[/color] She smiled at her tall acquaintance. 

He silently looked back at her, stoic as ever. [color=a2d39c]"I guess."[/color], he blurted out and immediately reached out to the brass, lion-shaped door knocker and knocked on the door.
...
No answer.
He knocked again.
...
He knocked again, this time more insistently.
...
!!!
Suddenly, they heard loud footsteps from behind the door. They quickly got louder and louder, until a clicking sound was emitted from the keyhole and the door cracked open. It was still locked with a chain. A slanted eye and a yellowish-olive face that had a good amount of wrinkle could be seen ferociously watching from the other side of the door. Jaro thought she felt the man's black eye pierce her soul for a moment there. A slightly high-pitched, yet gravely voice with a heavy East Asian accent insisted:

[color=ed1c24]"Laowai! What do you want!"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Ahem...Well, Mr. Zhao, we'd just like to talk to you about something impo-"[/color]

The door slammed in front of Jaro's face.

[color=fff79a]"Huh. I guess that's why they call him Angry Dr-"[/color]

[color=ed1c24][ATAAH][/color]

The door was suddenly ripped off its hinges and flew into the other wall. Both colleagues were so violently surprised, they leaned back and fell on the floor. Through the dust, they could see that a man's leg had emerged from the door. Somehow, they could suddenly hear some sort of [url=https://youtu.be/9sal9dqnvz0]upbeat funk music[/url], playing far too loudly to be just an earworm.

[color=ed1c24]"STUPID LAOWAI! I SAID NO VISITORS UNTIL 10!"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"What in the seven pits of hell.."[/color]

[color=fdc68a][h1]==TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2==>[/h1][/color]