[img= http://i.imgur.com/UPINOf1.png] [u][b]Thaum: Streets[/u][/b] [i]“Oi, today ain’t the best day to go beating stuff up. And last time I checked, you’re not an expert in that department. You basically get yo ass whooped like, daily! Oi, oi!”[/i] Delilah’s protests were shoved aside when Lute was suddenly greeted by a nearby man. He noticed that this guy had sparks literally jumping off of his skin earlier, and wow that was cool! He wished he could do that too. Lute eagerly grasped Syed’s hand and gave him a firm handshake in return, then his gaze jumped from the friendly stranger to the woman he was with. [i]Oh my.[/i] Delilah whistled appreciatively. [i]“Damn son, she can like, snap your neck with a hand!”[/i] The familiar crowed cheerfully and Lute shuddered. That was probably not the best thing he could’ve used to describe Moira, but hey, Dellie beat him to the punch so what could he do? She did exude a formidable air. [i]Like she could snap his neck with a hand.[/i] Lute (accidentally) let out a (manly) squeak when Syed was pulled off his feet for no apparent reason. Was he hurt? [i]“Gosh, you’re stupid. Just tell the lady she gon reach the kindergarten if she keeps walkin’ that a-way,”[/i] Delilah muttered and pointed at Moira, who was still walking off to the wrong direction. Once again, the familiar and her remarks were ignored when the virtuoso listened in on the conversation between the brawler woman and Syed, also blissfully aware of the innuendos which could’ve made Robin giggle in glee. Instead Lute refocused on plotting an alternative route towards the Coliseum, replacing plans at a rapidfire pace since the lot of them kept veering off the wrong direction. He was roused from his thoughts when Syed asked him about his music, the tall man’s inquiry immediately followed by one from a really pretty lady who was a part of their ragtag tourist team. It was fine to be questioned by a person, but two at once was already overwhelming for Lute, especially since one of them was a stunning woman. Lute turned pink (again) and Delilah hit her face with her palms repeatedly. “Y-yeah, that’s how- I mean, yes that was, uh, me. No, actually it wasn’t me, it was [i]Delilah[/i]. She does that by herself, but we work as a team most of the time,” He wrung his hands helplessly then added, “We can make any sort of sound so long as there’s another sound to draw it from. Er, that doesn’t make sense, does it? Just think that uh, well… How do I say this…” The time Lute spent mulling over the proper way to express himself was long enough for their group to have reached the town square (by some sort of miracle). His attention was once again immediately stolen by mention the grand prize, and the enthusiasm he suddenly possessed was not deterred by Jeff’s odd gaze. Also were Moira and Jeff a thing? But they just met! [i]“It’s called ‘flirting’, you tool,”[/i] Delilah harped. Anyway.[b] FIVE SACKS OF POTATOES.[/b] That’s half a month per sack, which means they would have food for two months and a half! Heck yeah! “Sign me up!” --- [u][b]Thaum: Coliseum[/u][/b] Lute stared at Aria in concern when she professed her intention to join. “Well, I’m not saying I doubt your abilities but Aria! Are you sure!?” He reverted back to his mother hen persona, fussing about her scarf, her hair, her skin- Well basically everything that might get bruised. After some beseeching, Lute realized that he wouldn’t be able to sway her decision, so he just sighed sulkily. “Okay then, let’s go think of a team name! Do you have any ideas? Anyone?” He turned towards Amy and Selan, giving the former a shy and surprised smile since he didn’t know she was there, then glanced over at the guy who had the blobfish cooked. Lucien. [img= http://i.imgur.com/E4qJI6o.png] Amidst the various warriors trudging along in their heavy armor, a young woman dressed in a navy high waist skirt with a half-open white blouse approached the group, and her lovely face was noticeable in the sea of helmets and scarred noses. “Lute? What are you doing here?” Robin was nervous, but she had too many years of experience to show that she was. Her gaze raked the group that her friend was with, and her blue-grey eyes slowly widened. “Are you entering the competition?” She asked, half-incredulous. “Robin! Hi there! Oh yep, yeaaaah I’m joining! I mean, just look! You get five sacks of potatoes if you win! [b]Five sacks![/b] Wow, right!?” The virtuoso turned to face the black-haired lass and enthusiastically gestured in the air. Robin smiled and tilted her head to the side. “This year’s competition is a group fight. You do know that, yes? I assume you do because you’ve got yourself a pretty sturdy gang right here,” She purred before placing her hands on her hips and leaning forward. “Thing is, sweetie, do you know the rules?” Lute’s bewildered expression told her he did not ([i]know there were rules[/i]). The bewitching minx laughed warmly and then shook her head. “Typical. All right, listen well. Today, you’re going to fight with your team in one of those cages,” Robin pointed at the railing, and if any wanted to look below, the stadium was completely crisscrossed in metal and bars. Mini cages for respective teams. “All the other teams have their cages too, so they won’t bother you. I guess the only thing you’ve got to worry about is the time limit. You have to defeat as many as you can within a certain time, you know, so wham bam, thank you ma’am them, got that?” “[i]Wham bam, thank you ma’am[/i]. Got it!” Lute nodded nervously and already a bead of sweat was trailing down his nose. He suddenly remembered that he was going to introduce Aria to his lady friend, so he said, “By the way, Robby, this is Ar-“ Lute’s voice was drowned by triumphant hoots and cheers as a gigantic TV was lowered from the ceiling of the coliseum. “And that screen is where the audience sees who’s a wimp or not,” Robin sighed. The cameramen choose awful moments to zoom in at times. “So, just feel free to sit down if you’re not going to join. Free seats tend to run out very fast in this place,” She smiled again before tucking her hands behind her back.