[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/n3C89z6.jpg[/img][h1]Provoke Woogong[/h1][/center]

[indent][indent]Provoke had been thinking on what to do next. His head resting on his folded arms, eyes closed but mind pacing in a foggy circle. For a time he had considered using "Ready, Aim, Fire!" but thought that that had a greater chance of killing him then anything else he had imagined. Then he really thought things through. The shady bar was obviously a front. What he hadn't figured out was that he was being tested. He should've known better. What he was settling on was finally getting up and exploring the underground space when the ceiling had begun to warp and slither.

A swift figure slammed into the ground from the opening overhead, a wave of dust spreading outward. Provoke leapt back from his spot, aura springing to life around him, but once he witnessed the white-haired figure stand and skillfully pick a falling hood from the air, he righted his brawling stance. Provoke had been a tad more interested in his entrance then his explanation. He tried to catch it all but all he really grabbed from it was that A. Others would join him. B. They were to systematically clear those doors. And C. that those torches drained Nen when more than one person was down there. 

He could not feel a drain on his Nen and figured it was his massive reserves that afforded him that. After a moment, the white-haired man knocked on the stone in a rhythm. Provoke could only remember the last part, he fumbled with the beginning. 'No harm in trying,' he guessed after watching him slip away. So he strode over to wall, thinking he'd knock on it till tiring himself out but he didn't have too. The wall was still slightly parted, so he stepped in as well, looking around. "Wait... so all this was down here? Beneath the bar?" he asked, amazed.    [/indent][/indent]