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[indent]Rei was overwhelmed. Everything happened too fast to process. He was dropped into a world not too unfamiliar from his own, his breath became ragged. He knew that this wasn't his 'home'. Tightening the grip on his rusty machete, a long sigh escaped his quivering lips. After a few more seconds of composure a loud thwack was heard, turning a few heads. With reddened cheeks he wore a look of false bravado. He'll do what he does best, he'll get used to it. This has happened before.

Absorb your surroundings. Rei holstered his machete, his eyes lingering at the blade for a moment, then to the crossbow on his back. It was like memories were injected into him- ingrained muscle memory with weapons he had no idea of. He even felt that his walk was different. Careful and deliberate steps thud that left the earth undisturbed. He had never stepped with such purposeful gait. His curiosity began to well up, slowly overpowering fear.

On his way around he caught a swinging sign- he could vaguely make out that it read 'Nadya'. Mentally noting that he could read the peculiar language. He stumbled in, being exactly as everyone thought he was- no money with only the clothes on his back. The boy strode up the counter and barraged the bartender with questions.

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Thanks to Anton's advice, Rei managed to 'hunt' a few defenseless monsters. For him, the difficulty came in 'hunting' buyers- but eventually he managed to sell at a relatively reasonable price. He pocketed a bit of money or 'Pana'. A paltry but sufficient amount, enough to survive. Pulling the hood off his head, he stepped into Nadya's. Anton smiled at his entrance. With a curt nod signalling for a drink, he sat down an empty table. He started writing down on torn, loose paper like he usually did.

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[*] As I had previously thought, my proficiency with the weapons I have on my person is uncanny. Somehow my body knew how to work a crossbow. It knew how to grip, carve, and tear with a machete- enough so that I took care of boars with relative ease.
[*] There's some words that my mind keeps reiterating. It felt like something was alluring me to... say it. Which makes no sense. Curiosity overtook my cautiousness however. I whispered the words 'Pinning Shot', and the boar became unable to move. The bolt cut through it's foot and dug itself into the ground. In its panic it tried to flee, disregarding the impaled foot. Needless to say, it was bloody.
To note: I became more exhausted as I said those words. 
[*] Final thing to note wa
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Rei's table shook, his next letter skidding off the edge. Two drunk patrons begun shoving each other. He hadn't noticed their escalating physical and verbal dispute. Unfortunately they were next to his table. [b][color=#f67b00]"Look can you guys take this elsewhere?"[/color][/b] he said, his voice lower than he intended- the two drunkards did not taking note of him at all. One of them eventually stumbled back onto Rei's table, spilling his drink. The cold drink slowly coated the paper and smudged the ink. He looked at the paper like it was his dying child.

Paper wasn't exactly a common good here, Rei had found that out the hard way when he tried to obtain some. Luckily he found a few scant pieces during his walks through the town. With that knowledge, Rei slightly lost his calmness. His mind flashed to 'pinning shot' to calm both down but dismissed the thought once he recalled what it had done to the boar. Taking a bolt between his fingers he threw it at their feet, edging slightly into the wood. It caught both their attentions.

[b][color=#f67b00]"Either of you gonna reimburse me for that, or what?"[/color][/b] he said, with louder intonation.
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