"Oi Sir the Dragoon Squad Alpha is here to um...investigate."

Before the regular guard captain could respond, two large men swept into the alleyway like menacing brutes on a war path. The shade gave way to a colder breeze, gravel left scattered on the ground. Grey, and polished the two men pushed the guards to the side, giving way for another. A man tall and slender, stepped into the darkened silhouette of the nearby Inn.

He strode forward as he nodded off to the two guards that entered the lifeless alley before him. His armor was resilient, almost a steel color. It's structure was toppled over one plate of stone after the other. Jutting spikes flew out from his dragon like helm, a sham of white. His arms held the same color as his helm as the armor extended to his knuckles, his rib cage the only other thing covered by his Dragoon armor.

At his side rested a angular crafted white hilt, made of Mintold own stone. Concealing his true weapon, a sheathe, Black and made of pure onyx went dark in the shade. A giant metal sword rested sideways at his back as his black boots planted into the ground. Gravel breaking under the pressure of his foot, Jin's gentle purple eyes scanned the ground. A dull red tainting the cracks of the stone made cobblestone a few feet in front of him, the Mintold captain standing to the side to greet him.

"Mister Jin Kisaragi, sir..." Hesitation rasped in the man's throat, dryness from the cold weather, more so from Jin's appearance. "This is the sixth one this week, and some we might not even know about.." The captain turned to the stream of blood leading behind a large stack of barrels, filled with the finest wine of Mintold. Jin grinned his mouth still visible the captain backed away, Jin proceeding forward to inspect the hidden body.

The two guards that came with him moved to the are Jin had just left, turning their back to Jin as they blocked off the alleyway. Approaching the large barrels Jin lightly smiled, his thoughts swirling for an answer for the location. Extending his right arm forward his fingers grazed the wooden barrels, rough and old, Jin snatched his fingers back as he turned. Her long hair had been spread out, grey and dry from the exposure of the natural world's elements. Her face had sunk into a decomposing phase, her skull slightly visible, starting from her jaw up to her eyes.

Jin quickly knelt to inspect the area closer, his unmatched vibrant lilac eyes searching for a clue. He had been put on this task for one purpose, everyone else that had been inspecting the deaths, were also killed. Jin being highly skilled in combat, and tactical when it came to survival was the perfect candidate. It had been the third body since he was chosen for the job, a job he was slowly starting to think the killer wanted him to take part in. The criminal was getting too comfortable, too smart.

A pool of blood wrapped around the young woman, soaked and the smell of decease. Jin touched the the blood lightly, his eyes absorbing the dull red. Then bending farther over he grabbed her hair, lifting lightly he checked under her head. His eyes caught something before placing her head back down, a locket with a long metal string, drenched in her pool of blood. Sliding his left hand under he latched onto it, slowly releasing her head with his other arm. His black gloves stinging with wetness.

A locket? First thing I've found since the murders. What else could this bastard be hiding? He's definitely not an idiot, so why leave the locket? Did someone see him in the act...Ugh this is getting tiring, between patrols and this, what's next. He used the wine barrels as a cover, knowing her mutilated appendage would cause a stream of blood, much like the color wine. I'm on to you, whoever you are..

Turning away from the body his head tilted back as his deep, soft voice slipped through the cold air.

"May you rest peaceful, sister."

Jin waving his hands at the two guards, spit. The sun piercing through the shadows of hidden crevice, the alleyway lighting up as jin approached the captain.

"I found this, make sure your men watch closely tonight, I've got a bad feeling." Jin's voice came out like a viper, suffocating those around him with his power. His right hand clenching onto the locket, walked away, blood dropping to the ground as the necklace swung back and forth as he walked. Reaching the end of the scene he found himself before a bustling crowd of traders, and tourists. Music, hammer, and yelling all mixed in. Jin tucking the necklace in his side pocket grinned, the sight of a conflict in his streets by foreigner.

Jin slithered by the first few trading posts before catching a better view, a brolly man, suited and ready for combat. He looked easily a heavy set of three hundred pounds, Jin might have been wrong. his eyes scanned as the man placed his foot upon one of the scoundrels throats, tossing another to the ground with a talented close-line. Jin walked out from the commotion and stood in the brooding sun, no affect to the blistering autumn cold. the light gave way to the color of Jin's broadsword, a rusty brown with a glaze of steel peaking through. The crowd veered away from him as Jin set his eyes on the back of the newly interesting visitor.

"Tsk, Tsk...Playing with men like that, you'll get no satisfaction, However regardless of their thug-like attitude and horrible fighting prowess, i suggest you take your foot off that man's throat, now..." His calm voice chimed into a vicious, cold demand. His eyes went still. His right arm resting on the hilt of his father's pride, Lotus.

The nerve of people keep on trying.. Asuka felt eyes on her and the group. Asuka didn't want anyone to get in trouble for this. "Umm I do apologize but I will have to leave now,but it was nice meeting you."

Asuka quickly traveled away from where she was,into the black alley,when out of sight..she would start sprinting and jump over walls. Stopping at a dead end.. she heard behind her a can being kicked..

Asuka turned around,revealing an ugly man,swirling a chain around about. She stopped and observed.. "Hey you! what are you doing on my territory huh?" Asuka rolled her eyes.. but that really pissed him off. He threw the chain towards her,only able to tie her arm up.. but his strength was incredible. When he pulled,she started to fly towards the wall behind him. The only way to stop being flung was to stomp on the chains. Asuka forcefully jumped forwards,keeping her legs together and stomped on the chains. The man grinned.. his strength was not human.. He pulled again and this time she was flung into the wall faster. A big crash happened when the wall had a crater in it.. It was very loud to hear,even behind these alley walls

Mintold's capital drew ever near, while taking in the beauty of the foreign land a man wondered over the hill, with what appeared to be a cane or staff for combat or support. This man seemed different, the design of his clothes seemed to hint at the fact he was a foreigner. If he was on level ground with this incoming identity they would be eye level, but this man was standing on the hillside. Not feeling safe, Rafien began to wonder the intentions of this stranger, not being from this country might mean several things. Before jumping to conclusion Rafien remembered he too was an outsider to Mintold, conclusions should not be made on those he knows nothing about. Just as he was going to say something to the figure the man called out to him. Waving one of his arms in the air, suddenly this presence was less threatening. Not wanting to lower his guard to soon Rafien decided to reply in a sensible manner.

"And good travels to you as well," Rafien said gauging the response of his new acquaintance. As the gap between them shrunk Rafien realized that this stick was not a walking cane as he originally thought, but a staff, something about staffs and other unique weapons rubbed him the wrong way. A sword can come from only a certain number of directions, a staff or weapon made to channel Mediere as if it were an extension of the person was more concerning. Stopping about 10 feet from the person Rafien decided to gather a little more information.

"Seems you, like I, am a foreigner of Mintold. I am actually heading just up ahead to the capital, what business have you in Mintold friend?" Rafien asked trying not to give off an aggressive or too friendly vibe. Conflict this early would not end well for anyone in these types of situations. The best thing to do keep your guard up and hope for the best. With any luck at all this man would just be traveling through on his way to sell goods or visit distant land. Rafien hoped that this person would not be aggressive for he simple facts that fighting so close to the capital would draw unnecessary attention and he wished to stay under the radar. Not that Rafien was not a talented fighter but he did not wish to simply fight anyone but those he felt needed to die.

(Sorry just read the posting order.)

Maros stepped lightly through the swaying grasses, smiling gently as they seemed to leans towards him as he passed. He trailed his free hand absently through the taller bits and what few bushes were on his way, but otherwise he did nothing as he approached Rifien. He looked over the man, noting the large blade and various bits of armor that he wore. Maros, no novice to battle, recognized that if he were to fight her and now, he would likely lose. Then again, the seemingly simplistic man really had no reason to fight, as Rifien had done nothing to provoke him, nor had he done anything to harm the wild. Not that Maros knew of, that is.

"My business in Mintold? Is that where I am? Huh. Anyways, I'm simply coming out of the wild to stock up on some supplies like salt and other such things that I cannot find in the forests. If you'd like, I can travel in with you. Two people out together are less suspicious than two individual wandering, in these times." He chuckled and then tucked the staff through the straps of his medium-sized pack, letting it rest between the leather and his back so that his hands were free.

"Trust me, I'd rather just get in and out, rather than be picked on by some bored city guard. Knowing them, they'd likely stop you, but if we enter together and get stopped, I can say I hired you to protect me as I traveled, since I only have this fancy staff of mine. I would have my bow, but I left it at camp..." He trailed off, growing slightly whimsical and light with his voice, almost as if he weren't all there, mentally. It was, in fact, very close to the truth, though he was feeling a slight current in his mind that was similar tot he currents of plant growth around him.

Antoni's ears twitched as he heard a faint bang sound, discordant and out of rythym witht he banging that both he and Roman had been doing shortly before. At first he wished his mind to dismiss it as nothing, he didn't want to cause trouble today, or be on the scene of any for that matter. Normally Antoni wouldn't have minded a quick prank or two, maybe tripping someone up on a 'rock' to see how they reacted or just wandering the streets and listening to the sounds of the earth being pounded on again and again by many feet and sometimes paws, sensing it through the ground on occasion.
Then he continued to think about it, not concerntrating enough and almost burning himself again. Roman didn't notice this time though, he was like a rock himself when he worked, almost dead to anything on the outside except for either the shout of a potential customer or the smell of fresh food which was delivered to them by the local market. Antoni sighed, he wouldn't be able to work like this. With that he quietly slipped away from his work area and walked over to a cutained area near the back of the area, this is where his armour was. That sound hadn't just been someone's feet, it sounded more like something really heavy hitting a wall. He quickly put on the armour and checked to see if his weapon was there, it was. He the put on his mask and walked out slipping into the crowds, only his eyes able to be seen through his helmet and the armour, that he had crafted himself, making him look an inch or so taller.
He couldn't hear another pound so decided it was time he used a little 'magic'. He smiled and concerntrated. SUddenly the area around him seemed to darken and instead of people there were only multiple coloured foot prints, moving slowly. He could sense where the disturbance in the wall had been and walked towards it, turning off the vision.
As he reached the alley he looked in and saw a young women and a man.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he said in a clear voice.

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