[hider=Enter Dean (Charlotte and C-3)] Falling deep into the hole created by C-3’s blast, Charlotte clung to her slimy companion for dear life. Once they landed in water, Charlotte would light up the area around them with a flame extending from her finger, revealing them to have been dunked right into the aqueducts running through the underside of the town. [color=ed1c24][b]"Ohh thank goodness...I thought we were going to land in the sewer..."[/b][/color] the demoness said, leaning against C-3. [color=ed1c24][b]"I’d have died if we just landed in...human filth. You even more, since you’d probably taste it just by touching it."[/b][/color] "[color=chocolate]I have told you before, it doesn't, and will never, work like that,[/color]" C-3 sighed, "[color=chocolate]Blessed be I, for that, as I would probably die of sodium intoxication from how much you sweat in your sleep.[/color]" Charlotte pouted, poking C-3’s cheek with her un-lit finger. [color=ed1c24][b]"I only sweat in my sleep because you’re always insisting on sleeping in my bed! Where do you think these tunnels lead, anyways?"[/b][/color] Charlotte asked, tossing a bit of fire further down to see what was there, the scurry of rats audible to their ears. [color=ed1c24][b]"Ew..."[/b][/color] "[color=chocolate]Maybe, if you didn't beg me to, like I'm some kind of toy to cuddle,[/color]" C-3 sniped back. "[color=chocolate]Huh, rats. I wonder, if there are any Dire Rats...[/color]" [color=ed1c24][b]"There better not be any!"[/b][/color] Charlotte said, skin already crawling from the presence of regular rats. [color=ed1c24][b]"Guh...you’d think the humans would do something about this. Rats in their water? Really?"[/b][/color] Charlotte would say before a figure significantly larger than a rat darted around a corner, only visible from the shadow they cast. "[color=chocolate]Hrm...[/color]" C-3's eyes were too sharp to be eluded, even on the poor lighting. Her cheeks puffed up, as she was seemingly chewing on what sounded like glass. Across her body, her flint and flash powder horns and spines glowed; explosions lighting underneath her skin. "[color=chocolate]Mhm...[/color]" Charlotte hurriedly extinguished the fire present on her finger, not wanting to blow C-3 up as her flint and flash became active. [color=ed1c24][b]"What’s wrong? Did you see something?"[/b][/color] Charlotte would ask as the pitter patter of bare feet against wet ground grew more distant. C-3 opened her mouth; an ornate vial that contained a thick syrup, and second one, though larger. "[color=chocolate]Drink 'em,[/color]" she says, before reaching into herself, and retrieving a slimy shortbow. "[color=chocolate]Hurry! Drink! Shoot! I want that Dire Rat![/color]" Charlotte was confused, but, trusting C-3, she would down the syrups with gusto, tossing the bottles over her shoulder as she took the shortbow. [color=ed1c24][b]"You know I can’t shoot a bow to save my life, right? I hit things, I don’t shoot them,"[/b][/color] Charlotte complained, wondering just what those vials were full of anyways. Charlotte's suddenly filled with a Novice's talent at archery, as the [b]Syrup of the Archer[/b] took hold, and bestowed five temporary levels of Archer; at the same time, she found her Monk levels drop by five, and her Archer Class increased to 10 -- thanks to a [b]Nip of Level Exchange[/b]. Suddenly, the shot wasn't in the realm of impossible. Charlotte felt her head swim a bit, feeling like now maybe, just maybe, she could hit the broad side of a barn. Taking aim, Charlotte stuck her tongue out in concentration, before loosing an arrow and nailing the target. [color=ed1c24][b]"Y’know, you should really tell me what those do...I kind of like staying good at punching things."[/b][/color] C-3 took off, as her spines drew back in, and her slime solidified; hands to her sides, she fashioned twin flint stone dagger that dripped with slime, and were edged with flash powder. "[color=chocolate][b][i]Symphonic Dance: Fortissimo[/i][/b]![/color]" she says, as she danced around the rat, fluid and musical, in her slashes that didn't cut, but ingrained slime were they landed. "[color=chocolate][[b][i]Crescendo[/i][/b]]![/color]" she says, clapping the sticky blades overhead in an "X" -- setting off the earlier made cuts. C-3 would come to notice several things. One was that there was in fact no rat, it was in fact a skeleton that was extremely alarmed at all the hacking, slashing, fluid flopping and powder popping. Second was that Charlotte from all that swishing around and spinning had been dunked into the water, and was now clinging to the edge of the stone border of the waterway. And third, the skeleton was completely unharmed. [color=a2d39c][b]"What the hey, you scared the skin off of me!"[/b][/color] the skeleton would complain, pointing an accusing finger at C-3. [color=a2d39c][b]"Who just barges into an aqueduct and starts getting slash happy at anything they see? A-Are you some kind of murderer? Or pervert? Or a perverted murderer?"[/b][/color] C-3 looked back at Charlotte. She'd be fine. After all, there was an Alchemist's dream standing before her: clearly magicked bones. "[color=chocolate]I am a dragon of science, murder is beneath me. I am no pervert, either; that is a station all to my drowning treasure,[/color]" she says, flipping her blades forward. "[color=chocolate]In the fair interest of all sciences, I, humbly, request you allow yourself to be dissected and studied in excruciating details forthwith.[/color]" The skeleton’s lifeless hollowed out eye holes would stare unblinkingly at C-3. [color=a2d39c][b]"...No."[/b][/color] He would say simply before picking up the rucksack he was carrying and walking away. C-3 spit [[b]Firecrackers[/b]] at his feet; science was hella unimpressed. The skeleton would tapdance to avoid the firecrackers popping, leaping back and pointing at her once again. [color=a2d39c][b]"I knew it! You are just a pervert! A weird pervert that likes taking apart skeletons!"[/b][/color] he said, lifting up a piece of driftwood as if it were a weapon. [color=a2d39c][b]"Well, I won’t suffer this disgrace any longer! If you intend to cross bones, then know that the mighty DEAN stands before you!"[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]"...Who?"[/b][/color] Charlotte asked, fire-drying herself. C-3 walked over, grabbed the driftwood, and started eating it. It didn’t prove a point, really, but, it was filling; fiber tended to be. The Skeleton would flap his driftwood around, trying to shake C-3 off as he screamed: [color=a2d39c][b]"H-Hey, don’t go eating other people’s weapons! Have you no honor, you custardy cur!?"[/b][/color] he asked, pointing accusingly at C-3 as he tried to shove her off. There was a bone-chilling [color=red][b][i]CRUNCH[/i][/b][/color], as C-3 bit through the wood -- far more force put to task than necessary, when you’re primary method of eating was liquification of material. C-3 didn’t say anything, however, as she chewed -- she was a ladylike dragon, if anything. [color=a2d39c][b]"...You know what, you can have that."[/b][/color] Dean would say, dropping the driftwood, picking up his rucksack, and going while the getting to get gone was good. “[color=chocolate]Charlotte, if you get that for me, I’ll do “that” for you,[/color]” C-3 offered. In spite of her combat levels, capabilities, and prowess at on-the-fly adaptability... at the end of the day, she was a Alchemist, an elixir-based Caster. Her usage was best done in calculated and well-timed bursts of efficacy, not extended combat situations. Charlotte looked completely confused, tilting her head as she dried her hair, using her flaming hand as a blow dryer. [color=ed1c24][b]"Do what?"[/b][/color] she asked, unsure of what C-3 was talking about. C-3 face-faulted into a puddle of herself. Charlotte was so stupid. How did anyone misunderstand a blank check when offered? Given that Charlotte didn’t really ask all that much of C-3, she was still waiting for an answer, confused on why C-3 just fell over. [color=ed1c24][b]"A-Are you alright?"[/b][/color] she asked, going to help her friend up, before slipping and falling into C-3’s puddle as well. C-3 grumbled, and decided to take matters into her own hands; purging her flint and flash power, leaving only her torch oil, the Obsidian Slime left herself without attack power, but allowed herself the ability to press against Charlotte’s skin, and prick the hell out of her. ‘[color=chocolate][i]Get him! I want![/i][/color]’ she ordered, pins and needling Charlotte all over. [color=ed1c24][b]"OW! OUCH! STOP!"[/b][/color] Charlotte yelped as she was pricked, sprinting after Dean as tears welled in her eyes. [color=ed1c24][b]"Why do you have to pinch EVERYWHERE?"[/b][/color] she asked, gaining on the aqueduct’s skeleton, who had thought to have lost the terrifying twosome. C-3 was just pushing her forward. She was single-minded in her desire for magical bones. That was, like, a must in better potions. Charlotte shivered as she kept being pushed and pricked, before grumbling and grabbing C-3, balling her up, and fastballing her at Dean. [color=ed1c24][b]"STOP POKING ME!"[/b][/color] she yelled, clearly irate as she threw C-3 with enough force to send her and Dean hurtling into the water. C-3 yelped, as her slime seperated in the water. “[color=chocolate]Gaaahh![/color]” she shouted, as she floated apart. Obsidian Slimes were water-soluble, as they were based around fire and earth magicks. Charlotte was confused on why C-3 wasn’t moving, before the slime would suddenly find herself being scooped up into a rucksack, the skeleton jumping free of the water with her safely held inside before he dumped her out, along with a good portion of his belongings. [color=ed1c24][b]"You okay?"[/b][/color] he’d ask, seeming intimately knowledgable on monster types, looking down at the half-melted slime. She’d enough mass from his dumped out underwear and clubs to pull herself back together, at least. “[color=chocolate]Wh’ w’uld y’u thr’ me in th’ wa’er!?[/color]” C-3 raged, missing bits and pieces of her words, and tongue. “[color=chocolate]Y’u kn’ ’m w’ak t’ wa’er, y’u ‘erk![/color]” Charlotte stamped her foot on the ground, clearly irate herself. [color=ed1c24][b]"I was trying to throw you at HIM! And why are we wasting time down here hunting for stupid rats and stupider skeletons!?"[/b][/color] she questioned, while Dean just kind of watched, slowly backing away. [color=a2d39c][i]"How am I the idiot here?"[/i][/color] he questioned in his hollowed out head, taking his leave. “[color=chocolate]You blockhead! You never care about my alchemy needs![/color]” C-3 says. “[color=chocolate]All you care about is what you can punch and burn! I have needs to![/color]” she says. “[color=chocolate]I hate you![/color] Charlotte faltered at C-3 saying that she hated her, before the scarlet haired demoness said: [color=ed1c24][b]"And all you care about is alchemy, eating, and calling me dumb! I’ve had it!"[/b][/color] she said, before storming off...only to find herself at a dead end, walk back, and say: [color=ed1c24][b]"I’M STILL MAD"[/b][/color] as she went the correct way. C-3, put together, snarled back, and stormed off in the direction of the dead end; pausing only to scream back, “[color=chocolate][b]DON’T CARE![/b][/color]” Dean awkwardly scratched the back of his head before he slowly approached C-3, saying: [color=a2d39c][b]"Hey, um, I know its none of my business, especially since you’re trying to kill me and all, but...you and her shouldn’t fight. You both seemed close."[/b][/color] “[color=chocolate]HA![/color]” C-3 laughed, as she was eating the dead end into a path of travel; it was her race’s speciality, after all. “[color=chocolate]She doesn’t care about anything but showing up her stupid father,[/color]” she huffed out in-between mouthfuls, “[color=chocolate]I’m a proud dragon! I shouldn’t be ignored when I want something![/color]” [color=a2d39c][b]"...C’mon, you know that much isn’t true,"[/b][/color] Dean would say as he walked over, patting her on the shoulder. This was incredibly awkward, but...he’d parted with someone once on similar terms. Turning C-3 around, he would pull her into a hug and softly stroke the back of her head. His bones were uncomfortable and cold, but C-3 could tell that his soul was warm, one full of compassion. [color=a2d39c][b]"Friends fight. It happens. But don’t let it make you not friends."[/b][/color] C-3 whined. But, Dean wasn’t being eaten into material, so that meant he must has done... something... right, at least. “[color=chocolate]...I desire to make decisions and have my way, too...[/color]” she murmured, sadly. Dean chuckled softly, reassuring C-3 with gentle strokes of her “hair”. [color=a2d39c][b]"There’s nothing wrong with that. But you and her need to communicate better. Be kind to each other, even when you both make mistakes, you know?"[/b][/color] he said, looking up at the ceiling, an air of nostalgia to his gaze. [color=a2d39c][b]"...Don’t let go of friends. No matter what. After all, even dragons value friendship, right? There’s nothing more precious than a true friend."[/b][/color] "[color=chocolate]Of course, they do! They are treasures, and dragons love treasure![/color]" C-3 says. [color=a2d39c][b]"Attagirl."[/b][/color] Dean would say, gently clapping her on the back. [color=a2d39c][b]"Don’t give up. I bet she’s torn up inside about all that too. She looked like she was about to cry."[/b][/color] he said, releasing the slime from his hug as he pointed to the way she went. [color=a2d39c][b]"I can hear her footsteps still. She’s probably pacing the entrance, worried that you got lost. She seems the type to worry."[/b][/color] "[color=chocolate]That's all she does,[/color]" C-3 says, "[color=chocolate]I should go to her. Thanks![/color]" she says, running off. "[color=chocolate][i]Seeya~!!![/i][/color]" Dean smiled as well as a skeleton could, running a thin bony finger across the hole where his nose would go, a sign that he was proud of doing that. [color=a2d39c][b]"No problem. See you around, Little Miss Dragon!"[/b][/color] he’d say as a farewell, before gathering his belongings and chuckling to himself. [color=a2d39c][b]"...Reminds me of the good old days."[/b][/color] he said, before heading deeper into the aqueduct, a newfound piece of wood in his hands as he reached the deepest, darkest crevices present, the maddeningly long corridors growing longer still as he descended deep below the town, a shambling amalgamation of flesh given form writhing, and screaming as he approached. His hollow eyes glowed with the faintest of white light as he said: [color=a2d39c][b]"A hero’s work is never done, huh?"[/b][/color] At the same time, Charlotte was nervously pacing by the entrance, gripping her arm as she wondered whether she should go after C-3, wait for her to come back, or just...try and pretend nothing happened. Maybe get Mr. hero to work things out between them. As she heard shuffling steps approach though, her back snapped straight, completely unprepared to get yelled at again. "[color=chocolate]It would take some effort to put a knife through that tension,[/color]" C-3 says. "[color=chocolate]Relax, you dork.[/color]" Charlotte awkwardly scratched the back of her head. [color=a2d39c][b]"I um...I-I’m sorry…"[/b][/color] she said, hanging her head. “[color=chocolate]Forget it,[/color]” C-3 says. "[color=chocolate]I'm hungry, and I don't have a source of free food, anymore. Wanna blow this broke town, and find some place to eat? Just me and you. Like always.[/color]" [color=a2d39c][b]"Y’know...that sounds great right about now. But we still have to come back for Mr. Hero."[/b][/color] Charlotte said, before leading C-3 off to find some place to eat. [/hider] [hider=Jailhouse Brawl (Tamara, Dean)] Tamara spoke confidently, but, she was missing her armaments and armor; as thick as her half-demon hide was, it was still half-human, so a good hit could end it all. Still, she was a Dark Paladin, and that made her armed without fail; as such, she drove her spiked heel through the leg of the chair, and snatched the wooden leg out the air. "[color=pink]I don't like this skill, but... [b][Berserker Influence: Night of Owning][/b]...[/color]" she chanted, along the intonation, "[color=pink][i]Set the sun, on saniest day, until it rises, from maddest night. Known now all weapons, string and strike; owning unstoppable, berserker might...[/i][/color]" Tamara sighed, before, suddenly, explosively, charging forward, and bringing down the leg of the chair with the finesse of a short sword and the weight of a maul. The captain of the guard didn’t flinch. Rather than attempting to parry her strike, he stamped his foot upon the ground, one of the loosened floorboards from the explosion springing up and throwing off Tamara’s balance before his gauntlet-covered hand crashed down on the back of her neck, sending her flying into the table. He wasn’t someone to be triffled with. [b]”Are parlor tricks and long incantations all you adventurers good for?”[/b] he would ask, unsheathing a dirk on his belt and throwing it on the ground before Tamara. [b]”Die with steel in hand, cur.”[/b] he said, in a way respecting her bravery by giving her a weapon rather than a chair leg to use. Tamara growled; her once melodic voice tearing in her own throat, as she slammed her arm into the table. From the point of contact, magic scripture spread out, and the wood crackled to wind around her arm, as she yanked it up like a tower shield. Her tail lash out, and she snatched a nearby lampstand into her hands; in her grip, the same scripture twisted along it, and drew the legs into a spearhead formation -- turning the whole of it into a lance. Stabbing forward, the Cambion aimed straight at the nameless guard without hesitation to skewer him. Unflinching, the Guard would spit to the side, his sword squarely poised betwixt the legs of the makeshift lance as he twisted, bending the metal from sheer force before his palm slammed into Tamara’s stomach. [b]”You can’t beat me like that.”[/b] he said, casting his gaze down at her as he forced the air to flush from her lungs, throwing her once more. Unphased, Tamara bounced off the ground, and let her weapons of no import lie as they were, as she dove at him; beyond him; hands lying squarely around jail bars. As the spell took other their being, Tamara was unchallenged to wrench them free of their caging, and held them like twinned longswords. [b]”All of it is just gimmicks with you, isn’t it?”[/b] the guard would ask, before stooping over to retrieve his dirk, holding it in the opposite hand in a reverse grip. Lowering his stance, Tamara would see how...posed he was. As if this was how her normally fought, with a sword and a dagger in hand.Stepping forward, he would keep his eyes trained upon her, smirking. [b]”How long do you expect to try and use trash to fight me? Or are you really that desperate to trick me into cutting through a way to your swords?”[/b] he would ask. Tamara didn't reply, as she launched a testing thrust with her left bar; the metal fashioned by some kind of magic into a bladed weapon. It was as sharp as any sword in the area, undoubtedly, and her movement allowed no margin of error. It was a easy to read feint, and anyone without practiced knowledge wouldn't know to read her eyes to see where she was intending to led him... the only problem: The sun was set behind Tamara's eyes, and her entire eye was a pitch of black without means to determine where she was looking. It was a battle of skill, speed, and luck to determine if the feint was a fake as intended or a reality masked to skewer him truly. The guard would keep his eyes trained upon Tamara’s blade, his gaze one of a veteran of combat as his moved to block the feint, before he would cry out: [“Warrior’s Art: Iron Fortress”] before he would simply let the blade slip through, his own dagger and sword instead going for her other hand, twinned fangs gnashing against the singular blade as it snapped in twain, while her makeshift sword did find purchase, she found a supernatural force was preventing it from going beyond skin deep. His defense was bolstered to the point that it was as if his whole body was made of iron, his gaze falling to Tamara as his knee slammed into her stomach, lifting her a good foot off the ground before he would take a step back, plucking the blade from his abdomen. [b]”You’re relying so much on me just being some rank and file soldier that you didn’t think about whether I’d have tricks up my sleeve too.”[/b] he said, casting his disappointed gaze down on Tamara. [b]”...You know, you might make a half decent guard. Why don’t we call this off, before you really get hurt?”[/b] he asked, giving her a way out. Tamara groaned, as her sun was made to rise. It wasn't quite the time, however, she'd made enough progress. "[color=pink]I hate this...[/color]" she groaned, as she stood, "[color=pink]I hate this...[/color][color=deeppink]I hate it...[/color]" Her horns started to grow, curl, fork, and fan out like demons antlers with a longhorn's base. "[color=deeppink]I don't like it... I don't like this..[/color]." Her tail grew and fell with weight, as her musculature thickened and expanded. "[color=deeppink]Imprisonment... Belittlement...[/color] [color=red]Judgement...[/color]" Her eyes opened, filled with hatreds unspoken. "[color=red]I hate myself. [i]I hate...[/i][/color]" "[color=red][b][Emotional Inversion.][/b][/color]" Brimming with self-destructive, self-defeatist, and self-loathing, Tamara tapped into the emotional attachment that all Succubus had by nature of being such a sexually persuasive species that fed off the lusts and vitality of men and women; she'd done the same to Charlotte, until her stupid kicked in, and the demoness washed out her emotions. However, the guard was going to show none at all, so she'd have to create her own that she could trust not to be washed out. That meant, her own... "[color=red][b][i]Don't judge me![/i][/b][/color]" Tamara shouted, lunging at the guard. [b]”Believe it or not, I don’t have all day to play around with moody brats.”[/b] the guardsman would say, throwing his dirk away to grab Tamara by her hair and slam her into the ground head-first. His strength was beyond monstrous as he kept her pressed down against the ground, glowering at her with that same steely glare. His arms visibly swelled as he said: [“Adrenaline Overdrive”]. All of a sudden though, the sound of the entrance door rang, the little bell atop it signaling someone had entered. [b]”Papa? I brought lunch!”[/b] a little girl called out. The guardsman visibly froze for a moment, before sighing, letting go of Tamara. [b]”Get out of here.”[/b] he said, taking a step away from her. [b]”I guess I’ll clear your charges, since that slime wasn’t a little girl anyways. Hell of a brawl.”[/b] he said, sheathing his sword. Tamara growled, "[color=red][b][i]Hate... Hate... HATE... HATE...[/i][/b][/color]" before she set up to continue, and her eyes landed on fresh meat. Nothing more. Nothing less. The Guard would look back at Tamara as she stood up, before he walked over and patted her on the back, steadying her with his other hand. [b]”You did good Kid. Not many people make me use a Martial Art.”[/b] he said, complimenting her. Another person would enter the guard house, the sound of bones clacking audible. [b]”Oh! Hello Mister Dean!”[/b] the little girl would say, before a hearty chuckle escaped the skeletal warrior, awash in monster bits and absolutely soaked. [color=a2d39c][b]"Oho, your papa’s one lucky man Dalia. Your lunches always smell good."[/b][/color] he said, complimenting her. Harumphing, the girl turned away. [b]”You’re just saying that, you don’t even have a nose.”[/b] she said, to which the skeleton chuckled. [color=a2d39c][b]"Got me there."[/b][/color] Tamara zeroed in on the skeleton, and threw herself forward at him. There was no technique, no spell, no art -- just raw strength of emotion made power and rage. Raw strength that wouldn’t budge the skeleton as he just turned his attention her, grabbing her by the shoulders and saying: [color=a2d39c][b]"Oh wow, I didn’t expect to see a Cambrion here. Aww...she’s mad."[/b][/color] Dean would say, gently scratching behind Tamara’s horns, as if she weighed nothing and her blows weighed even less than nothing. Being in a place with overleveled people was no fun. Tamara growled, as her fists were making impact and yet no impact... eyes welling with tears and she was pissily pouting at Dean. This was supposed to be working! Dean would gently pat her head. [color=a2d39c][b]"Aww...poor thing. Is nobody giving you attention?"[/b][/color] he would ask, before giving her a big old hug, rubbing her back. [color=a2d39c][b]"Its okay. Sometimes, everybody feels like rampaging, purging all emotions, and causing a ruckus. But that doesn’t make you a bad person."[/b][/color] ...It was then that Dean would once again use his rapidly leveling [Therapist] Class to help Tamara feel better. "[color=red]Nyah....~![/color]" Tamara whined, pounding his back, until she slumped in lame defeat, and her emotions purged into the air in a swirl of dark reds and darker purples; screaming profanities and curses into the void. Her form shrank back into her perfectly smoking hot self. Dean sighed, softly patting her back as he set her down onto a nearby chair, getting her a glass of water. [color=a2d39c][b]"Feel better?"[/b][/color] he would ask, trying his best not to be distracted by the half-succubus’ half-succubus bits. Tamara was still pouting, as her smallclothes shrank back to their normal, and nodded. She was loath to admit it, but, she did. Dean smiled as best a skeleton could, before stretching his arms up, bones crackling as he did so. [color=a2d39c][b]"Funny, you’re the second demon with issues that I’ve seen today. Met another one, down in the aqueducts with firey hair and a little slime companion. Don’t know when I went from being a Town Guard to a councilor, but it feels good to help."[/b][/color] he said, before asking: [color=a2d39c][b]"So, what are you going to do now? I can ask Morgaf to give you back your weapons."[/b][/color] he said, suspiciously already aware of what kind of weapons she used. “[color=pink]My mission is to exterminate the Sunstalker,[/color]” Tamara says, deciding that was a cooler villain name that her prior exclamation in the town square. [color=a2d39c][b]"Well, that’s a fancy name. Is it some kind of monster?"[/b][/color] he would ask, netting his bony fingers together. [color=a2d39c][b]"Believe it or not, I’m a pretty good Monster Hunter. I could help you out."[/b][/color] “[color=pink]A Vampirella,[/color]” Tamara says, stretching herself out, [color=a2d39c][b]"I see..."[/b][/color] Dean said, before standing up. [color=a2d39c][b]"Well, I’ve had to fight more than my share of vampires. In my lifetime, and a couple others. But, if you need a bag of bones to help you out, I’d be happy too."[/b][/color] he said, offering her his hand. [color=a2d39c][b]"Name’s Dean. What’s your’s?"[/b][/color] “[color=pink]Most call me Tamara Gozolla,[/color]” she says, “[color=pink]Very few can properly pronounce the name I was given,[/color]” she says, “[color=pink]And, I must do this alone. This is the mission I was given. That is the Samurai Code of Honor.[/color]” [color=a2d39c][b]"I see. Well, good luck then! Morgaf, give her her gear back."[/b][/color] Dean would say, before the gruff guardsman from before brought out Tamara’s swords, as well as the armor confiscated form her. [b]”Don’t cause any trouble. Got it?”[/b] he would say, before resuming lunch with his daughter. “[color=pink]I will just go and kill the Sunstalker,[/color]” Tamara says, “[color=pink]no, Sunstaver,[/color]” she frowned, “[color=pink]Man, hmmm...[/color]” she donned her mask, “[color=pink]Whatever. Let's go, Regalia, a vampire doesn't slay itself.[/color]" Sleepily, the chimeral infant made a strangled series of child noises, as she stretched out, and on Tamara's masked head; somehow, she'd never fall off. [i]And so, Tamara would find herself cleared of criminal charges of pedophilia and property destruction...well, at least for the guard house. That was mostly falling on Morgaf to pay for. The fountain funds had been deducted from her coin pouch, leaving its jingles fewer and less decadent to the ears. And so she would once again resume her quest of great import and honor: Killing a vampire child.[/i] [/hider]