[color=lightblue][b]...still John[/b][/color]
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From where we left off, our man John had come to a confrontation with three strange figures. Only two of them took heed of John's presence, and they were definitely disturbed by the brilliant light emitted by John's flashlight (or strange electronic cylindrical contraption, for any otherworldly roamers). Damn, his manners were [i]terrible[/i].

And he needed to do something about that. The two strangers did not even seem to notice John's call, due to the blinding light of John's [s]flashlight[/s] [i]artifact of illumination[/i]. The woman began to speak:

"Who goes there? Who demands parley when words even have not been stung?"

The man also had a few words of his own:

"...Diplomacy was never my strong suit. Though, I doubt an unsheathed blade is needed." 

The light provided by John's tangible luminous device revealed more features of the man's body. He had a demonic arm, complete with spiky horns and an otherworldly purple aura. Somehow, his eyes had adjusted to the light, and he was eyeing John's blade. Wisps of darkness traveled upwards from the man's arm, and the man clenched his fist.

[color=lightblue][i]An imminent threat.[/i][/color]

If a magician or monk was nearby, he/she would sense that the flow of [i]ki[/i] in the atmosphere would begin to move towards John. His sword would begin to light up, radiating an unlikely shade of light blue. Using the [i]ki[/i], he would be enhancing his strength and endurance. Blue wisps of energy would levitate upwards, and his aura would grow unnecessarily more intimidating. His eye began to glow a shade of cyan.

[b][color=cyan]"Hey kid, if you want a fight then you get-"[/color][/b]

[color=lightblue]...[/color]

The man had already headed off into the darkness. This left John and the mysterious woman alone in the woods. Apparently, the man had no intention of attacking at all. John did have the talent to sense one's ominous aura, but he didn't even bother to use it. 

[color=lightblue]"Wow. I need more sleep."[/color]

John then sheathed his sword in his [s]poster tube[/s] [i]uniquely-shaped scabbard[/i] and turned the flashlight away from the lady. Apparently, the light had highlighted her temptingly voluptuous bosom, but John was staring at the man's weird arm all along. 

[color=lightblue]"Hey lady, I've got some advice for you. If you keep walking around in that outfit then I assure that the commoners are going to lust after you. You even might attract a couple of perverted thugs with the worst bodily intentions, who knows? Don't take it too personally."[/color]

[color=lightblue][i]...and he said something about an unsheathed blade being unnecessary. Damn, I need coffee.[/i][/color]

John began to walk towards the tavern. Perhaps there were more weird guests?

[@Ryouko] [@Assallya]