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Paradise City. It was a bountiful, multi-cultural city that rested on an island that shared the same name. Other then the city, it also had a vast forest that was believed to be filled with secrets and treasure, but also was rumored to have one of the largest population of Spirit Beasts and Rogue Spirits. The city was strange, being highly advanced while also having some old fashioned parts. They had things from old styled dojos, to clean public baths, to play grounds, to high tech buildings, streets, and robots.

It was a city where the technological and the spiritual came together. And it was also where various forces had converged, since the area around the city was rich in both resources, and Spiritual Power in the air. It might still seem strange the island had developed so quickly, or in such a weird way, or that so many factions were interested in it, but that was what the people knew about why. And also, it had a habit of drawing in all sorts of people, especially strays...

"Wuuuaaaahhh!"

Ixian made a noise as he emerged from an old wishing well, that still had water in it, and gasped for air. His clothes were laid out and drying after having been washed before hand, and his Spirit Guardian Boo Boo was already summoned. Not to watch out for anyone who might see him, but for thieves who would try to steal his only earthly possessions in the world. Although Ixian understood normal people wore clothes normally when outside, Ixian had been raised inside a laboratory until a few weeks ago and lacked the common sense of the world. Which is why, after realizing he was absolutely filthy, and that being filthy was a bad thing, he was taking a bath inside the wishing well. It did remove the stink, and he was getting cleaner, but it still was not a proper bath. Well, no one would really notice, but it just meant he would need to take another bath again sooner then usual.

That said, it was early morning, and the wishing well had been placed in an area that did not receive much foot traffic even when it was mid day, so he would be fine. And although he was vaguely aware of the real world common sense, his own was based on being raised in a laboratory where they treated him as nothing more then a test subject or an object, not a person.

Having finished, Ixian pulled himself out of the well as Boo Boo, his spirit guardian, dried him off. His stomach grumbled at the same time. "Ah, guess we should get food soon".

In the lab, Ixian was only given what he needed, so ever since he escaped he had a habit of splurging on food...well, he was short for a boy his age because the scientists only gave him enough to suit their purposes, so basic malnuitrition. Ixian made sure his clothes were dry enough, and then put them on, before heading out towards the marketplace. You could find anything in the marketplace, there was even a swordsmith or two, but a lot of it was food, randomly salvaged technology, or other things.

Of course, Ixian had no money, so he would have to pickpocket to eat. After his escape from the lab, Ixian was not interested in going to some group or organization for help, even the well established ones for being good like WHO he did not trust because of that experience. So instead, with the exception of help from his "brothers" when they met on occasion, he would be on his own...unless he made a friend he could trust, that is. But Ixian was new to the city, so he had not done that yet.

Of course, as Ixian was picking pockets with surprisingly good skill, he had yet to realize thanks to his lack of experience he had drawn the attention of a gang that considered this area their turf, and were moving in to deal with him...

(That should make for a good intro post)