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[right][color=fff200]La Vida: Wayward House --> Lobby[/color][/right]
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Knight wasn't particularly fond of the scenario. He was far too close to the people who wanted to kill him to be fond of an unorganized attempt at "inspiring the people." Knight was a man of action, not one to sign up for some crusade to change hearts and minds. While Ashlyn was clearly older by about a decade, the teenage vigilante considered himself to be the only "adult" in the situation. And so, in his anger, he rejected the handshake and attempt at pleasantries. Instead, James readjusted the pack on his back. [color=ed1c24]"It's clear that no one here knows how to run a team. I came her to solve a problem, not to sit around and talk about my feelings like this is kindergarten. If you think the gangs are killing families, I'll knock some head together and find out who's responsible."[/color]

He knew as soon as he turned his back and went towards the stairs he had made a mistake, but he'd just put it on his social tab. Another punch of powerful people who would get angry and try to kill him... quite frankly, they'd be far from the first and not nearly the last. Regardless, James wanted to get up to a room and set up his gear. He wasn't sure how this gang killing mattered, they happened all the time. It was a sad truth to shitholes like La Vida. Nonetheless, James deep down wanted to bring some justice, having been a little too familiar with families being murdered by power-hungry scumbags.

Once in his room, the teenage vigilante closed the door behind him and locked the door. He set the bag down on the floor and immediately got to work unpacking his things. The room was sparse, and the bed looked more comfortable than what he was used to sleeping on. Nonetheless, James began to remove his weaponry from the bag. Of course, he had his two swords, a katana and a Wakizashi. On top of this, he had an arsenal of various ninjutsu weaponry: A kusarigama, an ono, a few kunai, and a four-hooked kaginawa. James had a few modern additions: his vigilante gas mask that also helped hide his identity, a few tear gas grenades, various small explosive devices used as makeshift flash or smoke grenades... the kinds of things he could use to help make a quick escape or cause mass confusion. His former master had always warned him that it was the mind was the sharpest weapon, and the greatest way to defeat your enemy is to dull it. His former master had also lied to him his entire life and secretly ran a criminal empire... but you know, no one is perfect.

James sat on the ground and unsheathed his blades, pulling out a wetstone and sharpening his equipment. It was a calming action for him, and gave him ample time to think of a game plan on how he was going to start working on the gang issue that night. He ran through a list of local gangs in his head, and his mind wandered as he began to map out an attack plan...