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[Xion Nightblade]

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[An unknown voice speeks a narrative here]

"The Talismans...Back in the years of old, there were only two kinds of Talismans...The Light and the Dark, they were more than talismans, they were living breathing entities...These 'God' Talismans formed a war that started since the begining of time itself. The war lasted for centuries, until it reached a climatic stalemate where netiher side was the victor...the blast between the two sides spawned a wide number of many many more Talismans.

When Man finally picked up one of these other talismans, it was the begining of a new class of fighter, The Spellwarrior class was made. With power came even more war and bloodletting, wars that were held in secret but also made legend and then public...the wars lasted for several eras until they just...stopped. 20 years before the Edo period. But something tells me that the war....is far from over"

[Location: Mercenary Hanzo's Place]

I was just in my workplace, being the only one there, sleeping on the job, bored out of my skull...Until some villagers from another village entered my workshop, with desperate expressions.

"Excuse me, sir...but Are you Mercenary Heihachi Hanzo?" said the villager

"*snore* Huh, yeah, that's me...what do you want?" I said

"We're sorry to be a burden on you, but you see our village is in much need of your *ahem* services, we're willing to pay you for your troubles" said the villager

"Really...how much does it cost?" I said

"Y1,500,000" said the villager

"Y1,500,000? I took jobs that were only Y2,000,000 at the very least!" I said

"Please sir, it's all we got, we've been robbed of our money on several occasions, he's making us poor and if we don't pay him, one of us dies...he's that evil towards us, sir" said the villager

"Hmm...Fine, you have a deal..THIS time" said I

"Thank you, generous one" said the villager

I donned my helmet and mask and inserted my three talismans in the left gauntlet, they looked like very small round discs

"May I ask, who is it that's robbing you of your money?" I said

"He was once an honest merchant of our village until he succumbed to his own greed, he wanted to amass large amounts of wealth regardless of how much blood he spilt. He even used some of his cash to hire on a bodyguard, his bodyguard is the real trouble...his bodyguard is a dangerous Spellwarrior, a silent and deadly one at that...If we had known of any other Spellwarriors in our village, they would've helped us, but, we are without those who carry those talismans...well...any that WE know of" said the villager

"Very well...we leave immediately" I said

There we left to the village, prepared to kick this merchant's ass

((Okay, the ball is rolling, and the RP has started...Next))

[Pyro]

Quiz stepped out behind the counter of his shop as he walked across the floor with clippers in his hand to trim the roses. They were in bloom, and everybody was in love with roses. Soon there would be men and women running in to give them to there beloved ones, either to say goodbye, or congratulations, or i'm sorry. He didn't care, it wasn't his job to care, he just made them look gorgeous for the customer. It was one of his true talents.

"Jon!' He heard from outside the store. In stepped a tall man, removing his long brimmed hat he took a look around the shop and set off a smile.

"Hey there Mr. Jennings," replied Quiz as he placed the trimmers in his front right apron pocket. He was about to pull on his thicker gloves, rose thorns always cut right through the smaller ones. Mr. Jennings was a common customer who often came in to buy his daughter roses. He liked having a nice vase of roses awaiting her arrival home once the ones from the week or so before began to wilt. "The usual?"

"You know it," He replied. "My little Sarah loves roses, only from here. Maybe one day she can work for you."

"She's seventeen, she can work for me now Mr. Jennings." Quiz chuckled pulling out the thick pair of gloves he kept in his apron and then began clipping the roses. "She still planning on finding the origins of these Talismans?" Quiz asked, just to throw up conversation.

"Yes yes," He replied. "She's quite good, the three you have did very well in studying thank you." Quiz nodded and gave a glance down to the chain hanging from his belt loop, where three discs hang. "She has quite a thing for you, when are you going to take that up?"

"Mr. Jennings, i'm no lover." Quiz replied. "I've got my flowers, and my shop, and my time for dancing, i'm fine as is."

"Well, it's your loss." Mr. Jennings replied, and Quiz only laughed. He continued to clip the flowers in silence before bringing them up to the counter and wrapping them nicely in a red bow. Red was Sarah's favorite color. "Thank you good sir," Mr Jennings said as he wrap a single arm around the boquet. "She will love them, especially given the specific way you tie your bows. She's quite intrigued. You should come by sometime, have dinner. Good evening Jon."

"Have a good one sir," Jon said with a smile. He continued his work while singing and humming. 'I want you to want me, I need you to need me, i'm beggin' you to beg me... Shine up my old brown sho-' He stopped as the bell dinged and the door opened. Sarah now walking into the store.

"Hello Quiz," She smiled.

"Hello Sarah," He replied with a smile. "Welcome, just let me finish up and i'll be right with you."

"Actually, it will only take a minute." She said. "There is a man down the street, and he is.. Harassing me..." She said. At this Quiz stopped clipping his flowers, dropping a half wilted rose petal on the floor before placing his clippers back into his apron pocket. He pulled his gloves off and tossed them onto the counter before pulling his apron off and hanging it on the holder next to the door and stepped out of the store with Sarah behind him.

"Where is he?" Quiz asked, looking at the faces up and down the street. "I'll kill him."

"Do I sense a hint of jealousy?" Sarah giggled behind him. Quiz stopped and turned to her, raising one hand against her cheek and palcing it there lightly.

"Baby, you couldn't make me jealous if you brought a man in and screwed him on my shop's counter." Quiz laughed before gently slapping the side of her face and turning back to the task at hand. A man walked by and began to eye Sarah, in which Sarah looked revolted. He figured this was the man to take out his frustrations with Sarah's person.

[Flare]

"Can I help you, Miss?"

Lola let out a little sigh as she pulled her hair loose from the braid, letting it fall down her back in loose red waves, reaching all the way to the base of her spine. She scratched at the top of her head as she wiggled her toes inside of her black knee-length boots - she'd thought for sure that the bastard who had been chasing her, clumsy son of a bitch that he was, had broken her ankle. The pain had been blinding, but now that she was sitting down and had allowed it to rest, she figured that it was probably a minor fracture at the most. Nothing to be concerned about that was for sure. Lord only knew that she had obtained far worse injuries in her day, some of which were far less mendable.

Beat up as she was now, though, she wasn't in the mood to go to any sort of healer. Not in this area, anyway. That was what had gotten her in trouble earlier this morning; just dropping in to try and pick up something to soothe the aches she'd been getting in her head recently, accompanied with dreams that made her wake up with her chest heaving and her body drenched in a cold sweat.

Earlier today she'd meandered into the health center in a town not too many miles from this one, looking for a remedy for headaches and bad dreams. Instead of helping her heal this aggrivating and entirely unnecessary problem, the healer who had been on duty had promptly alerted the local authorities that none other than Lola Rice had just sauntered into his pharmacy, in all of her glory - or lack thereof, Lola would prefer to believe. If she had any choice in the matter she'd prefer that people didn't recognize her right off the bat - it made blending in with society incredibly difficult. It seemed, however, that the officials in this town were quite well-informed about her ten-year crime spree and were intent upon bringing her to justice, something that just wasn't going to fly.

Moments after the pharmacist had told her he was going for her medication when he was really going to alert the local authorities of her whereabouts, a lumbering hulk of a man had burst in through the doors, sword at the ready and eyes blazing. It had taken quite a bit of running and fighting to get rid of him - after all, he was three times as big as the petite redhead, at the very least - but in the end, like every other time before, she'd managed to have her way. Said man was now lying dead somewhere in the woods nearby, and his sword, along with her own, was on her person, strapped to her back.

It had been a very, VERY long day.

"Miss?"

She'd forgotten that the barkeep was even addressing her and she looked up at him, eyebrows arched over heavily-lidded green eyes. Lola eyed him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she began fishing into the front of her shirt. While the barkeep stared on, apparently befuddled by her actions, she pulled out several bills before setting them on the table and winking at the man, sliding the money towards him.

"Gimme your strongest stuff, Killer," she said with a little grin and the barkeep, still dumbfounded, slowly took the money before tucking it in his best. He turned to fix her drink, occasionally eyeing her over his shoulder almost suspiciously. Lola arched her brows and leaned forward. "Something in my teeth, Sunshine?" she asked sarcastically and the man fumbled her drink as he turned to set it before her.

"Don't I...don't I recognize you from somewhere?" the man asked, almost as though he was confused with what he was saying.

Oh, for fuck's sakes. She couldn't catch a break.

"Don't think so," Lola said smoothly, appearing unphased as she glanced over her shoulder at the florist's shop across the street. She had passed by it earlier and had actually stopped and stared when she realized that there was a man who was working there. She had actually considered telling him that he should probably get a new hobby, but hadn't felt up to witty remarks at the time. Nor did she now, for that matter.

Lola looked back at the barkeep, a wry smile on her face as she began to pull her long red hair back into a ponytail high on top of her head - she hated having her hair loose, it attracted far too much attention. "I'm not from around here. Or, you know. Anywhere around here, for that matter. Good try, though, haven't heard that one in a while."

The barkeep appeared flustered for a moment, before looking out to the street and sobering up - he looked almost proud. Lola glanced over her shoulder and saw that a group of villagers were heading down the road before looking back to the barkeep.

"Buddies of yours?" Lola asked grimly. They looked like the law-abiding type.

"They're bringing a mercenery."

Oh, fucking fuck-a-doodle-doo. "What for?" Lola asked, nonchalant as ever as she sipped at her drink. It stung her throat but she didn't flinch; she was more than used to hard liquor.

"There's a merchant - been stealing from us, right under our noses. They've brought this guy to stop him. A specialist, you know. Real good with dealing with...criminals..."

He seemed to have realized something and Lola rolled her eyes, sure of what he'd figured out even before he began blurting it out like an idiot. She was just happy that there was no one else in the store - she really wasn't a fan of killing people who probably didn't deserve it.

"Holy shit."

Lola couldn't help but laugh. "Your articulation, my good sir, is simply astounding."

The barkeep stumbled backwards, lifting up his hands as though to protect himself. "You're...you're Lola Rice."

"Whoopee." Lola sighed, finishing up tying her hair back before looking at him. "Now, before you panic like an idiot - "

But it was too late. The man was screaming for help and Lola drew her sword, pressing it to his jugular hard enough to make it hurt but not hard enough to draw any blood. The man shut up immediately, but she was afraid that he might have caught the attention of those on the street by now. "Listen up, Killer," she told him smoothly. "You be quiet and cooperate, everything goes smooth, no harm and no foul. You open your mouth again and I'll cut out your tongue. Clear?"

The barkeep gave a feverent nod and Lola glanced over her shoulder at the street, keeping her blade to the barkeep's throat. Had they slowed? Had they stopped? She couldn't tell without looking too obvious. She would hate to kill too many people today.

[Pyro]

Quiz cracked his knuckles once as the man stepped forwards and drew a blade, Quiz instantly crouching down and bouncing back and forth as if he were boxing. It was a fun thing to do, take down somebody bigger then yourself and prove that you were no one to be messed with. He pushed Sarah back into the crowd that had been forming, the man standing tall and acting tough with the blade in his hand.

"Some Florist isn't gonna take me out," The man laughed. "Any man who takes the time to play with flowers and shuns girls as pretty as this one obviously isn't one of those we like around here."

Quiz nearly laughed, he had heard this comment before. His sexuality challenged many times in a crowded area began to grow old, given it was the most predictable of all insults. Had they been able to come up with something original he had never heard before it would have somewhat enraged him, but now he didn't care much for the ones being thrown at him. It was merely a matter of time before the crowd realized what he could do.

"You don't defend yourself because you know it's true." He laughed, the crowd joining him slightly.

"I don't defend myself because I know your offense cannot pierce me." Quiz spoke in almost riddle form, confusing most around him. He enjoyed it this way around, raising his hands and getting ready. His fists weren't even clenched, fists weren't his thing, he enjoyed open palm strikes. Check what's around you, he told himself, looking around for any object to use against this man. He noticed a small pipe in somebody's hand, could be useful, a pole sticking up out of the ground, again useful, and a flag pole sticking out of somebody's building side along with a clothesline. He smiled and realized this was his key.

The strange man stepped forwards, blade clanging against the ground wildly as Quiz rolled, stepped up on the man's knee and delivered one solid kick to the back of his head. He landed on his hands while the man dropped hard and Quiz rolled out of the move he had just performed. Most of his style was for show, if you make the crowd look like you worked for it, it would pay off in the end. No more complaints, no more harassment, and a good amount of respect coming his way.

Again Quiz looked around, his eyes catching sight of a bar window and a girl, a blade to the bartenders throat. I never did like that man Quiz smiled to himself. He always overcharged for a pint.

The man with the blade was up again, swinging wildly and as the balde swung forwards it gave a small gash across Quiz's cheek. He grabbed it angrily, looking to the man and then to the blade. The warrior type man lunged forwards, obviously underestimating the small looking man in front of him as Quiz rolled onto his back and delivered two heels straight upwards into his chest. He flipped over and landed on his back as Quiz spun on the ground and maintained his footing. His eyes darted back up to the bartender's problem, and then he realized the woman's red hair. Wow, he grinned to himself. who'd have thunk it? She looks familiar, and wow, look at that red hair. Gorgeous..

His felt the hilt of the sword crash into his ribs and Quiz dropped backwards, kicking upwards and bringing his right heel downward and into the collar of the man. They both hit the ground, and Quiz now had a moment to catch the breath that had been taken from his lungs. Moments seemingly rushed by into hours as Quiz looked upwards to see the man standing up before him, blade over his shoulder.

"Looks like you're not too tough now," He laughed, raising the blade as Quiz brought his left foot up between the man's legs. His grip on the sword slipped as it fell and bounced against the ground, the pain in his groin shooting upwards into his brain as he doubled over in pain. Quiz's right foot shot upwards, heel directly into the man's forehead as he flipped backwards, his neck slamming into the pavement while Quiz rolled backwards and landed on his feet.

"Looks like you're not too tough without your nuts," Quiz replied. It wasn't too clever, it wasn't very cool, but it made him smile. He stepped forwards and dragged the man up by the back of his head, delivering a knee to his gut and then taking a step to the left. Flipping forwards the bend in his left leg came down on the back of the man's head, his face crushing into the pavement as Quiz stood up and brushed himself off. The man didn't move, he was alive, but his face would bear scars that could most likely only be healed with magic. It would be very interesting to see how he would react upon looking in a mirror.

Quiz turned and saw Sarah, full of joy and ready to thank her so called 'hero' but he brushed her off. His mind ran along the idea of the red haired woman in the bar, threatening the bartender. I wonder... Does she like roses? He though before turning and walking back towards his shop. He wasn't sure whether he was taking an interest in her, or he just enjoyed the way she looked, or even if he was just curious as to why she had a blade to the nasty bartender. Maybe he made a pass at her? Maybe he cheated her? Maybe she had something to hide? Whatever it was, Quiz was intrigued, and only smiled as he threw his apron over his head, pulled his gloves back on, and began clipping his roses once again.

[Xion Nightblade]

We had finally arrived at the villiage...it was a quaint villiage, looks totally uninteresting to me

"So, when's this so called thief of a merchant and his bodyguard supposed to show up?" said I

"In a few moments" said the villager

"very well, might as well get something to drink while I can" I said

I looked around and I saw the bar...I went through the entrance and there I saw a female with red hair holding a weapon to the barkeeper's neck

"Hey, what are you doing with that guy?" said I

"What's it to you" said the female

"Well, his life's in danger, that's a start, also I might say you're a thief of some sorts" said I

"Well, you'd be wrong" said the female

She didn't feel like fighting someone today, but she didn't want witnesses so she lunged out at me with her feet, but I blocked and tried to punch her with a straight fist into the air, but she dodged that by moving her chin out of the way and upright...she even used a sweeping motion with her legs to trip me which seemed like success, but I used my hands to stop the impact of me falling on my neck and then got back on my feet quickly and then kicked her in the gut and she was almost knocked back into the wall

She then rushed after me , grabbed me by the arm and threw me to the floor, but i got my two feet to connect to her face causing her to fall as well...we both got up at the same time and looked at eachother

"Mind telling me who the hell you are?" said the female

"Just a mercenary on the clock...Name's Heihachi Hanzo" I said

"Hanzo...Hmm....That name does sound distinctlty familiar" said the female

It would because the name Hanzo was the name of some murderous bandits that killed, burned, and pillaged all across the continent, but it just stopped about a year ago and the name Hanzo seemed to be forgotten

"So...who might you be, you wouldn't happen to be the bodyguard of a certain merchant who's pillaging this town are you?" said I

"What? No!" said the female

"You don't know her? That's Lola Rice!" said the barkeep

"Lola Rice? Well isn't this interesting, me fighting the Lola Rice herself" said I..."And I guess the Lola Rice wouldn't dare try to work with a small-time merchant thief that's pillaging this town...because as far as I know, he only terrorises this town" I said

"Well, then you know...I can't have you as a witness" said Lola

"Whatever, you know you never did tell me why you had this guy with that blade to his neck" said I

"And I said it was none of your..." said Lola before she was interrupted by a loud voice

"Alright villagers...today is your monthly donations to me, Shoubainin! And if you don't then you know what happens, my friend here, Kumomaru will take a life today!" said the loudmouth

"So...I take it this guy's the thieving merchant" said I

"That's the guy" said the barkeep

The merchant was big, fat, and loud, and was inside a royal-esque transport...while his bodyguard Kumomaru looked small, quiet, and insane with a twisted expression of death on his face[in other words, evil and happy at the same time] and was behind the transport...(He also weilded three talismans, a Chain Weapon Talisman, a Spider Summon Talisman, and an Earth Nature Talisman)

"So, bring out your cash or one gets to die today...or I just might choose more than just one...Kumomaru looks awfully anxious for blood today" said Shoubainin

I just then walked out of the bar

"Where are you going, we're not done here" said Lola

"I've got a job to do, we might just finish it later" I said

I walked out and I stared directly at the loud merchant

"Forget it Shoubainin, you're not ripping off anyone today...I've come here to slay you" said I

"So these bastards hired a mercenary....Kumomaru!" said Shoubainin

"heehee...yes sir" said Kumomaru, he knew exactly what his master wanted, the death of this mercenary

I brought out my weapon talisman and My katana magically emerged in my hand...Kumomaru brought out his weapon talisman and a series of chains with spikes at the ends emerged in his hands, about 6 chains, and this came from one talisman, so it must've had some evolution

"Very well...shall we begin" I said

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