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Namari Shioh

A Practitioner of Bastardry

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a character in “The Great Guild Fortune”, as played by AtlasAtrium

Description

“You desire the prestige of a hero, with the conduct of a charlatan? Your greed truly knows no bounds.”

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Name: Namari Shioh
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Race: Human

Physical Description: Namari is a deceptively strong woman, her toned physique commonly obscured by regal dress. Her features are described as conventionally pretty, if otherwise a tad unremarkable -- more noted are the ugly, scrunched up faces she oft makes when annoyed, angered, or looking down on others.
Clothing: Namari regularly wears a kimono with hakama, adorned with flowery lace and colors associated with her family heraldry, red and green.
Height: 5'5
Weight: 125 lbs
Skin Colour: Light
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Dark Brown

Occupation: Sword Sage / Noble
History/Bio: Namari was born blind. An heir to the lineage of Shioh sword masters, nipped at the bud before she even had the chance to prove herself. She was simultaneously loved, and cursed, by her family as they tried for another child to make up for their failure.

But to their surprise, she began to show signs of awareness of her surroundings at age three. An uncanny awareness, even. They found that she was able to sense the space around her body using chi, an ability attributed largely to a type of Sayein-Sae warrior known as a ‘sword sage’.

They put their faith in her blessing, and were rewarded as she grew to surpass their expectations by leaps and bounds. Her swordsmanship was exquisite, but not without flaw. She sought the greatest title of all, that of the Sword Saint, and foolishly challenged them to a duel. Namari was defeated with spectacular ease in front of a live audience and her own family, and the humiliation has not left her conscience since that day.

She was denied a rematch, told that her privilege of challenging the Sword Saint again was revoked until she could prove herself with a worthy feat. And so, she continues to train, in search of a way to restore her lost honor.
Home Town: Sayein-Shu
Home Country: Byeonsu

Personality: Namari is a wilted flower, each thorn of her twisted personality shaped by projections of her various insecurities. Her grace is shallow, and she knows only to sting others in order to keep others from peeking behind her veil. By arrogantly judging others, she assures her own superiority. But, underneath it all…
Fears and Desires: As a woman with many responsibilities, she too carries the burden of many fears. Bringing dishonor to the family name, staining her reputation as a respected sword sage, and losing the favor of her loved ones. But, perhaps most of all, she fears what would be left of her should life’s blessings be stripped away from her.

Equipment and Weapons: Namari wields the Waishi, a blade which supposedly houses the spirit of an ancient dragon. While she has never seen it herself, her advanced chi sensory abilities certainly detect something.
Styles and Abilities: Namari practices the Han-Ken school of martial arts -- the ‘Half-Drawn Blade’. She fights almost explicitly with her sheath, hilt, and the blunt end of her sword to perform mostly non-lethal takedowns. Although it is a difficult art to master, most people are unused to engaging against such an unorthodox stance and are usually caught off guard by its movements. A style most appropriate for a woman who deems most foes unworthy of her blade.
Chi and Augmentations: Namari is able to use her chi to activate her ‘eye of the sword sage’, which allows her to block out all distractions and read the flow of space around her. She claims that it is impossible to sneak attack her.

So begins...

Namari Shioh's Story

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"Three... two... and... ONE!"

A blinding lash of the hammer sprayed ribbons of sparks as the resounding clash of steel on steel rang through the workshop. A man and a woman, each situated on opposite sides of a table, braced themselves for the impact with wincing eyes -- the hammer's head struck the chain, and its force traveled to both ends where they clasped around both of their wrists, binding the two together. The shock rippled through their arms, rattling their bones in place but leaving the seemingly impervious metal chain links unscratched.

The blacksmith twirled his hammer in his hand once and then set it aside with a sigh, scratching his head.
"Ye best try elsewhere. I don't believe the thing's coming off for anything short of an ashura's axe."

"Bah, no worries," said the man. He slicked his brown hair back with his free hand, shaped with sweat from the live furnace radiating heat. "There are worse things than being chained to this tramp... you know, if you think about it long enough." The 'tramp' glared at him, but he pretended not to notice.

His name was Shuin Lang, a... simple... but proud swordsman from the small village of Ateyori. His face and clothes reeked of peasantry, and his armor was composed of similarly shoddy cloth wrappings. A plain katana rested in a plain scabbard at his waist.

In comparison, the woman -- Namari Shioh -- impressed upon a viewer at first glance a stark, unmistakable image of nobility. A long flowing silken kimono with detailed gold embroidery, an elaborately tied ponytail clinched with radiant and colorful floral hair ornaments, and her own katana which looked decidedly more expensive than peasant boy's.

Though at a distance it might appear she was dragging along some sort of indebted thrall, a peek under her sleeve revealed they were chained in equal measure. A most troubling fact for the both of them, for different reasons. Understandably, the one agreement they shared between them was to remove the chain as soon as possible.

Namari yanked the chain. Hard.

"YOW!" The metal brace chafed against Shuin's wrist, nearly scraping off the skin.

"Call me a tramp again."

"Why you... I'll call you a tramp as many times as I want! Tramp! Tramp! Tram--"

***

Namari left the workshop with a concussed Shuin dragged across the floor behind her like a corpse, his face picking up grains of dirt and other refuse as passersby occasionally stopped and turned their heads to briefly wonder the nature of this strange display. She reached into her kimono, producing a pipe and a light between three of her fingers. One motion to wedge it between her teeth, another to give it a spark, and one more to put the light away. Taking in the swaying festival lights as she merged into the crowds, Namari blew out a puff of smoke.

Yes, very explicitly... one agreement.

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"Ah, I'll take five!" Suiken laughed heartily at the pork bun vendor, handing him the coin for this delectable snack. Hot off the oven there they were, baked crisply and filled with delectable morsels of pork in a crimson glaze. It was still drizzling, but Suiken would hope that wouldn't put a stop to the fire works. There were children playing in puddles, splashing water everywhere and couples walking under parasols to prevent themselves from getting wet. To Suiken, the rain simply made him miss the flurries of snow from back home. Still, the atmosphere was all together pleasant. The Snow Oni had a mind to retire at the Golden Peach in for now until the fireworks finally got underway.

At leas until he saw the young woman dressed in noble's garb. Calmly, Suiken munched down on a pork bun as the regally clad woman nonchalantly dragged an unconscious body behind her. Really, it was none of his business to inquire but in this case the sight was so abrupt that he couldn't help but question it. "Ma'am...you appear to be dragging a corpse," he informed her, before taking another bite.

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Namari turned around.

Fingers pinched on her pipe, she faced the oni with a disinterested, or perhaps even condescending expression. Strangely, her gaze did not quite match his -- it was off ever so slightly, as though she were staring in his direction but not actually at him. The dull, unfocused glaze over her eyes suggested she was robbed of sight.

And yet, if only briefly, she appeared to study the snow oni's features with scrutiny. With what sense? It was hard to say. Her stare lingered silently for a few moments, before saying, "Congratulations on your keen observation, oni. Anything else you'd like to point out?"

She blew a puff of smoke in his face, turned back around, and kept walking.

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"Well, no..." Suiken, looking over his shoulder at several onlookers staring aghast at the sight of the odd-looking man getting dragged along the ground. "Actually, yes...There's a matter of atmosphere!" Suiken noted jollily, following Namari a ways down the street,villagers giving the two (three?) a wide berth to let them pass. "This is a festival, you can't dampen the mood with...whatever it is you're doing. I doubt it's to turn in a bounty, the Guard House is on the opposite end of the street...so I'm going to go ahead and assume you've simply landed yourself in an unfortunate predicament," The Snow Oni concluded, pointing to the chain with one hand and chomping on a pork bun with the other. "Need help removing it?"

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Namari stopped again, this time her mood (invisibly) lighter as the oni offered to crack her chains open. She jabbed Shuin in the temple with the heel of her geta, nudging first a flinching response from him before finally his eyes spasmed open and the man whirled about on the floor flailing his arms about incredulously.

"Wh-HUH!? What in the emperor's name...?" Squinting, his head turned left, then right, then up towards Namari, who stared back down at him with visible disdain.

"Someone is offering help. Get up."

The man dusted off his pants as he rose to his feet with a grin, looking uncharacteristically lively for someone who had just been knocked out cold only minutes prior. Eagerly, he rushed over to a random onlooking citizen and furiously shook his hands with both palms.

"Oh, thank heavens!" he cried. "You'll help us?"

Namari scowled, annoyed, pointing toward the snow oni. Shuin made a blank face. He let go of the confused man's hands, hurrying over to the other side.

"Oh, thank heavens!" he cried, again. "You'll help us? A powerful oni like you just might do the trick!"

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Suiken scratched the back of his head, wondering how the two could've landed in such a perplexing situation. "Yes, yes, of course. I'm heading to the Golden Peach right now. You know the place, yes? Let's find ourselves a table there and perhaps we can sort out this...heh, bind you seem to have found yourselves in," he continued, unable to help but chuckle a bit as he began to lead the way to the inn.

"Out of curiosity, what was it that led you to to be all tied up like that?" he asked, beginning to scarf down on another pork bun.

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"Some backwater louts thought to teach me a lesson," Namari said with bitterness on her tongue, her brow wrinkling as she recalled the event. "I taught them a lesson, too." She lifted up her hand, the kimono sleeve slid down her arm to reveal the shackle embraced around her wrist. The metal links jingled as they swung between the noblewoman and the peasant. "I don't know what kind of boor witchcraft they used to make this, but it's yet to come apart under fire and steel."

"And I don't know why I had to get dragged into it," Shuin grumbled on the side, periodically shooting glances to her. His thumb absentmindedly massaged the chafed welts near the edges of the clasp while they walked. It looked like it hadn't been on terribly long, but it was long enough to start leaving marks. "I didn't do anything wrong... it was all her fault! If only she never came to the village, I would've still been..."

"You really don't know how to stop whining, do you?" she snapped. "You call yourself a swordsman? Act like it."

"I am a swordsman!" he answered back defensively. "You're just..."

Exasperated, Shuin turned to the oni with a sheepish expression. "Sorry, it's kind of a complicated story. Short of it is, she arrived one day in my village and mocked my people -- in front of me, no less! So, obviously, as any self-respecting man should do, I challenged her to a duel in the village square. I may have... talked myself up quite a bit, but I... ended up losing. It was, erm... rather shameful."

Namari said nothing else, tapping the ash from her pipe.

The noblewoman, bound for her terrible arrogance, and Shuin, punished in equal measure for failing to defend the honor of his village. The chain itself, likely the product of some kind of curse placed upon them. Such traditions seemed like folktale, but many practices thought to be lost always surface in unexpected places...

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Suiken knelt down for a moment and studied the links binding the the two very carefully, Standing up and scratching his chin, his face immediately broke out into a smil, which spiralled into bellowing laughter before long. "Well, I can't say you didn't get what you deserved after mocking a village like that!" he chuckled, pointing at Namari, tears now welling up in his eyes.

Then, within an instant, he sobered up, briefly bowing to both of them. "Er...sorry. But about these chains. ...Needless to say, they are cursed..." he quieted down a little. "There are ways to break such things, after all...but as I said, let us head to the Golden Peach. It's right up ahead..." the oni remarked as they neared the doors of the inn.

He pushed against the doors, greeted with the sight of a handful of patrons, including a couple of beast-men and a dark skinned woman. Looking over and finding an empty table, Suiken led the two bound humans to a seat. "First thing, I'd like to have you two do is place your cuffed hands on the table and spread both of your wrists apart as wide as you can," he explained.

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"No need to rush our business, we've only just arrived."

"You don't think he can do it," Shuin accused with a disgruntled huff. He dropped his weight into a seat and folded his arms, Namari smoothing out the lower folds of her kimono as she more gracefully joined beside him. "Everything's just a waste of time to you, huh? It's 'cause he's an oni, isn't it? I've seen the way you look at oni. Well, not 'look' look with you being blind and all, but..."

Her eyes closed, the noblewoman's expression was calm. Peaceful, even. Patiently, she adjusted the pins in her hair as the man trailed on with his ill-advised rant. She did not wear the face of a woman who had grown accustomed to circumstance. That was much too gracious for having to share company with his ilk. No, instead it was the face of a woman who veiled something terrible underneath. Thoughts perhaps beyond mere cruelty.

For three weeks, she has suffered the utter indignity of his wandering hands and eyes, peeling away any layer of privacy or comfort.

For three weeks, she has suffered harsh and sleepless nights -- during which the oaf seemed to snore all too soundly.

For three weeks, she has suffered mishap upon mishap, dragged into his personal affairs as a consequence of his hare-brained impulse.

For three weeks, she has suffered this fool's grating presence with no end in sight.

This was no 'no matter' matter. If things continued in this way, there was going to be a murder in Poyo; perhaps two, if her mood was foul enough. A forgettable life, a forgettable death, in a forgettable town. He was right about one thing. Everything really was just a waste of time.

Meditation was all but impossible with this subhuman around, so there was only one thing left that could put her mind at ease, at least for a time. She ordered a bowl of noodles with eggs and enoki mushrooms, several pieces of salmon, a dish with sesame oil, and a cup of baijiu.

"Order something," Namari said, addressing Suiken. "I'll pay."

"Hm, now what should I get... ?" Shuin mused while stroking his chin, squinting at the various women within the establishment. "You know, I can't lie. Everything here looks pretty good."

"Get? Get what? You don't have money." Namari scoffed.

His eyes settled on a certain familiar looking monkey man, and a mischievous grin slowly spread across his lips.
"Not yet I don't."

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"Well those pork buns, while still delicious, were a little light on the pork, so..." Suiken mused for a moment, before deciding on a menu item. "Chanko Nabe it is!" he grinned. A favorite of many Oni, particularly those who partook in their favorite past time, such as he. "A taste of home...didn't quite think they'd have it in Poyo, but let's see if there's is up to snuff!"

Suiken looked from Namari to Shuin. "Aren't you going to feed your er...friend too?" he asked. "A full stomach may at least resolve any ill will between you two in your, er, temporary circumstances." Suiken glanced around at all the bar patrons. "Speaking of which..." he lowered his voice. "How long ago was it that you were you cursed?"

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"Too long."

Shuin nodded sagely next to her. "Do not worry, my good oni. I don't want to touch any of her dirty money." He pulled his chained arm onto the table, side-eyeing Namari as he did so. "Listen, let's just do it now, we'll be waiting on our food anyway. What did you have in mind?"

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"Well, it's not something that can be rushed by any means," Suiken continued. "Such rituals take time and energy. On the part of the cursed and the exorcist..." he explained. "Failure can be taxing and could result in making the curse worse. Once our food arrives, I should be able to conduct a proper ceremony. However..." he trailed off for a moment. "Try not to call too much attention to any of this," he voice wavered even quieter. "After all, it's not common for traveling musicians to dabble in exorcism."

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"Exorcism..." A voice croaked. Suiken, Namari and Shuin turned to who spoke. Down the red-lantern lit table an elderly figure sat, grey hairs braided behind wrinkled ears. Behind her the sounds of the festivities beyond the inn echoes, but she simply sat, expressionless, sipping her tea. "An Ashuran art-form," The old lady continued...

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"How long have you been here?!" Suiken asked, barely able to hold back his apprehension at the old woman's sudden appearance. "And perhaps in many regards, you can say that, yes," he whispered once again. "But the Snow Oni of old, developed such techniques to counter the Asura's own in wars long past. ...Is it there, er, something you want, though?"

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"For you," A waitress commented, placing the steaming bowl of chanko nabe before Suiken. It smelt of rich flavours and heat.

"Pah! Snow Oni! Pah!" The old crone gargled. She raised a bamboo cane in the air and smashed it onto the table, sending the boiling bowl of stew into Suiken's lap. "You Snow Oni and Ashura keep fighting in the north and where does it get you? Pah!" The crone grumbled. She leaned in over the table at the pained Suiken. "And I suppose you know how to do an exorcism, do you?"

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"Whoa! You almost became a fire oni!" Shuin said, watching him burn alive.

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"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS, YOU CRAZY OLD BAT?!" Suiken shouted, falling backwards to avoid the heat, smashing the table in two as he fell backwards. "Don't worry about what I can or can't do!" Suiken hollered back at the old woman, grabbing her by the collarl. "Why do you care!"

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"Fifteen years as a healer in the Imperial Army," The woman barked back, smashing her cane into Suiken's head. "The only position in the army women were allowed to have. We studied the Oni and the Ashura for years... yes, the way you channel your Chi is quite clever, quite dangerous in fact!" The woman grinned. "An Oni or an Ashura with your spirit is as dangerous as a yunishman with a blade! But there was one thing you never figured out. Together... their chi is more powerful than anything."

The woman brushed Suiken off her before turning to Namari. "You want to lift the curse on those handcuffs? You get yourself a Snow Oni and an Ashura working together... you already have the Oni, now you only need the Ashura." The woman smiled wildly, revealing her missing teeth and laughed. "Of course! You won't find any of those in Poyo!"

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Samyan felt a pebble bounce off her head.

"Hey!" A voice called. The Ashura-in-disguise turned to spot a young shark-boy in a hanfu with his arms crossed, tapping his feet as he waited for Samyan to finish selecting her purchase. "Hurry up and pick!" The beast-boy whined. "I want my emperor doll!"

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Onlookers stared at their table, scowling.

"Smashing tables, assaulting old women... typical snow oni."

"We never should've let 'em in." One of them violently worked up a loogie and spit loudly in their direction. "Someone get that troublemaker out of here!"

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"Hey punk, what did'ya say?" A voice bellowed from behind one of the extreme racists. He turned to see a monkey man, arms crossed with a frown, staring down at him menacingly. Kaor and Xanth would blink to see their new friend suddenly gone from the table.

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"No, no, I didn't say anything!" The punk, a young man with bangs, said defensively with his hands up, his face slowly gravitating away from the beastman's intimidating aura.

"Yeah we did!" One of the other punks, a bright eyed Yunish man with spiky hair, suddenly butt in, betraying his buddy. He threw his arm around his nervous pal with a stupid grin. "Are we about to get lectured by some bonobo now?"

"Hey, man, stop..."

Namari, still sitting at the half-cracked open table, stared across the room with mild amusement. If she had some tea right now, she would sip it. This counts as a distraction, too.

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Takai visibly angered but gave the punk a menacing smile and stepped forward, standing straight to tower over the two, "How 'bout you apologize to our Snow Oni friend there, before I tie you to a firework and blast you to Flaming Lae Ming Wae?"

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"Of course, we were just about to leave anyway," the punk said smugly, patting his friend on the back. Passing by the oni, he leaned in and mockingly drew out, "Sooorry" as he kicked the spilled bowl of soup toward him. Suddenly, the door flew open and smashed him in the face, sending him crashing into the floorboards.

"I love the Golden Peach Inn!" said the new customer holding open the door.

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Suiken rubbed his head, wondering why his luck had turned so sour all of the sudden. What was that old woman on about? Ashura were one in a million all across the land of Yune. As for the ritual....the woman as no doubt correct. But with her suggestion, there was far more risk involved...But that was something to think of later. For now here he lay, covered in stew and soup, rethinking his arrival in the small town of Poyo, festival or no festival. But the monkey beast-man before him seemed to have driven his current tormentors away. "I thank you, youngster..." Suiken sat up, bowing in respect. "Ah, what sort of predicament have you found yourself in now, Suiken?" he asked himself before turning to look at Namari and Shuin. "Are you two alright?"

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The dimming sky glittered with the sparkles of fireworks cascading through the air above Poyo. The town glowed a bright, golden orange, with faint hues of red from the reflection upon wood painted in a bright crimson color. Ren Van gazed out at the village as the boat drew closer to the docks, letting his hand gracefully graze across the silky glass surface of the waters. There appeared to be some commotion at one end, someone falling into the water? Seemed as though it was being taken care of though as a nearly buck naked figure staggered to the shore.

The Hedonism of some of these Yune seemed to have no bounds. Ren looked back to the town, paper lanterns were now more clearly visible, as were the revelers running about and enjoying themselves. What an exciting time, a chance to celebrate and cheer on the great accomplishments of the Emperor, of Yune! Great feats like invading Yeuxkyen and stealing parts of their land! In truth, there was only so much bitterness Ren could still feel towards that, his home felt much less homely these days than in his youth. Still, that did not entirely erase the sense of indignity the whole celebration brought with it.

Never mind that though, this was his first time being in the lands of Yune Proper, a chance to see new lands, peoples, and hopefully make a little extra coin.

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The boat finally docked, and Ren began to step out onto the peer, boots touching down on the wet planks. It had been trickling down a little, but not so much to be a problem for the swordsman. He tossed the coins he owed to the boatman, grabbed his bag, and made his way down the dimly lit docks towards town.

Once he reached the cobblestone streets connected to the waterfront, he was greeted by the sights and sounds of crowds of men, women, and children of every race. There was running about, singing, eating, shooting off fireworks. It would almost be a wonderful thing, and Ren might just have to stomach putting on a happy face to avoid conflict, but he rather hoped he could simply avoid doing anything that would even remotely please Yune's emperor.

Some of the stalls he passed were filled with wondrous items, some from different corners of the known world. He'd even spotted some clothes from his home land! Golden robes with bright right embroidery throughout them, probably worth a small fortune, and not something that seemed practical for him to own right now. There was also a food stall he noted had noodle dishes like pho and xoi, and even had a plate of lettuce wrapped goi cuon rolls. The familiar temptation of home called to him, but he saw the stall owner was a fellow Yeuxkyenan. Dressed the way he was now, Ren suspected it might not be the best way to meet a fellow countryman.

Skipping past the stalls, Ren decided to stroll past the many columns of merchants, through the brightly lit streets and thin fog of firework smoke, to try and locate some sort of tavern or inn.

”DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLS!!!!”

Ren was startled by the screaming as he watched a towering white figure speed past him in the street. He slowed down, looking towards the crowd the individual had disappeared into, only to hear another startling shout from behind him.

”DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLS!!!!”

A deranged man, eyes ablaze, pulled back his arm, winding up for a powerful punch, aimed for no apparent reason at Ren! The fist flew forward, all power released in a forward projection to the Yeuxkyenan's face. But in a move both swift and almost undetectable, the dark armored swordsman had brushed his arm up and to the side, knocking his assailants arm to the side, gripping onto the wrist, and quickly responding with a firm slap across the screaming man's face.

A slight trickle of blood came down from the screaming man's now split lip, his eyes now glistening, lip quivering. Ren shook his head.

"You're going to need to calm down and get a grip over yourself, whatever your problem is. You go around throwing fists at random men in armor, and you're going to end up with something broken." He patted the shaken Yunean on the shoulder. "Happy Emperor's Day." Ren spoke softly as he walked away. Almost immediately after the confrontation, his eyes landed upon an inn.

The Golden Peach.

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As he reached the doors, watching a pair of punks leaving, with hands up to their noses for some reason, he felt a sense of relief, a chance to finally relax, get something to eat, and hopefully a place to sleep. Upon entering, he was almost immediately greeted by the sight of a Snow Oni in the room.

Ren felt his heart sink a little.

Of all the places and times on this planet he had to come across another one, it had to be here?

He cast his gaze away from the blue monster, eyes catching sight of several interesting other folks here too, the Beastmen (Beastwomen as well?) in particular. One of them seemed pretty big, but despite their unique nature, Ren didn't really have any good or ill feelings towards them. He hadn't really interacted with many before, so as far as he was concerned they were just strangers.

The swordsman found himself an empty booth, placed his bag down in a corner, took a seat, and settled in. While he waited for a server to come greet him, he started milling over what he might be able to do in Yune for work, and also what he could do to avoid the Snow Oni. The fellow seemed tough, but he'd fought with them and against them before, he knew he could handle himself against them if he ever had to. Still, Ren had no interest in being someone's 'unpaid warrior' again.