[b][i]Louen de Bretonny[/i][/b]

"Sure, sure," Louen said as he got up, "Clara's pretty too; I should ask for an autograph." And with that, he began walking towards the Mephistos' area, spending the next couple of minutes shoving past spectators as he made his way to where Clara was. Then, just as the Mephistos' woman came into sight, the officer cadet halted in mid-walk, finding out that: [i]I've been had; there's no way Clara would be pleased to see anyone right now, especially well-wishers.[/i] His military instincts kicked in. [i]I am not completely stupid. There is something fishy going on.[/i] Halting in the middle of his walk, he looked around to search for the nut-and-drink seller, but found him nowhere nearby. [i]Oh, crap, crap, crap![/i]

His observational skills were more than he let on, but still not as good as they should be. Almost panicking, Louen began to backtrack towards his former seat close to the Vigilantes'...only to find it taken by another spectator already. 

The young man had two choices. One was to look for another seat and withdraw from any deeper plot this presented. The other was to [i]pretend[/i] to look for another seat, then look for the jerkass nut-and-drink seller and interfere in any deeper plot this presented. Neither looked interesting right now. [i]And all other cute guys and gals are in the arena, or are taken, or both.[/i]

A question. [i]Do I have to watch the Tournament at all? I may have paid good money for this, but I know all there is to know about superpowered/magical teenager combat.[/i]

Louen looked for another seat, then, his enthusiasm dampened.

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