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[h3][color=Chocolate]~Chieko Okawa~[/color][/h3][/center]
Main Road
Death count: 1
Reset Count: 4
[@Crusader Lord][@FamishedPants][@BrokenPromise]
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Color of mana? What was he on about? Chieko didn't have a clue, but it seemed important. It seemed like Aerith's was...bad or something? The Japanese girl frowned. Seemed like Alistair also had some training in his route. She'd have inquired further, but before she could take few more steps, the familiar face of Captain Crunch and Eiko showed up. Well...familiar to her. They probably didn't recognize her at all.

[color=chocolate]"E-eiko!?"[/color] Chieko's face was momentarily a shade of red as the small girl seemed to hug her.

[color=chocolate]"-huh?!"[/color] A loud crash bought Chieko out of her own thoughts. Cultists? Last stand? Chieko inhaled sharply. She was supposed to be finding that thing for Elder Sibling, but given the circumstances...well, they could go to hell. These cultist were obviously the bad guys, and she a hero. She couldn't let them run amok. If Fritzi had a problem with it...well, she'd deal with that when the time came. Still, she was worried about Quill and Chiyo. Well, they could probably handle themselves, but she had grown to like both of them. Especially Quill's tsundere-ness.

[color=chocolate]"A final stand, huh?!"[/color] Chieko was merely putting on her usual confident face when faced with a situation she found scary or intimidating. [color=chocolate]"Fighting cultists and saving the lives of civilians! What more could a hero ask for!"[/color] Turning to Crunch, she smirked. [color=chocolate]"I can handle myself, Captain."[/color] She replied sternly, reaching under her cloak and pulling out the long, thick reinforced club she had taken to wielding as a weapon. It certainly wasn't pretty looking, but from the way she held it it was obvious she knew how to use it. 

[color=chocolate]"Aerith! Alistair! Change of plans! We help save people."[/color]


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[h3][color=slategray]Mie Yukima[/color][/h3][/center]
[@BrokenPromise]
Golden Quarter
Deaths: N/A
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[color=slategray]"Ahahaha....Quite demanding, aren't you. You should relax more. Maybe that skin of yours wouldn't be so putrid."[/color] Still, what he was saying was correct. She had failed. The owl was supposed to try and smooth things over, but it seems like things hadn't gone so well. Wait - where had he gotten that coin from? For the briefest of instants, Mie was terrified...but the moment had passed just as quickly as it came. She listened to his proposition, not a single emotion betrayed on her features.

[color=slategray]"What can I say? I could care less about your evaluation of me. I could kill you before you could even blink."[/color] No, she knew she couldn't. Whoever this man was, sent off so many red flags off that if she wasn't forced to be around him, she'd have already made a swift exit. [color=slategray]"...but this proposition of yours is quite acceptable."[/color] One of her ears flicked, picking up the sound of fighting outside. She heard it so many times. Made her lips curl into a frown. She hated that noise. [color=slategray]"She won't live past the end of the day."[/color] Mie picked up the clothes, beginning to change into the cultists outfit, not particularly caring if he left or not. She didn't care about such things too much.

Throwing Knives. Poison. Tanto. A length of rope. Her backup blade, disguised as a simple hair ornament...and her mask.

Swiftly, Mie exited her cart and made her way to the Vertti's residence, ignoring the fighting as best she could, taking all the short cuts and roof hopping that she could. She'd enter from the second floor. Shouldn't be any problems...though the chances of Vertti hiring a guard of some sort since their last scuffle was high. She'd need to deal with that before Vertti showed back up.