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Great Dojo

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YOLF:
Orcus

If this is a stage and the whole world around them naught but Yuzu's instruments, cast and lighting, then it seems as if Orcus is happy to indulge. He crosses his legs and hovers to the floor, folding them in the lotus position. The abyssal blade rests across his lap like a book, and his shoulders straightened as a storyteller in the midst of his home audience.

"The craving of a lout might ruin a few lives. The craving of a king might consume nations. But the craving of a hero can swallow worlds, and endure beyond death." His expression relaxes, but his lips curl opaquely and the crescents of his eyes do not seem to contain the sight of Yuzu at all. "He is the latter. Do you understand?"

A black nail grinds at the surface of Chaosbringer with a foul screech. "Eternity is sought by countless people, but few can justify it. Fewer will fight for something that they have already known in its worst aspect, when that state has deprived them of everything but pain. But strip away all visions of the future but suffering, and nothing remains to dissuade a soul from exploding. Power ceases to be a chain, for in the tools of bondage one recognizes only the means of their retaliation. The targets, the price, they don't matter, and their meaning is erased the instant this rampage has concluded."

Orcus chuckles as if contemplating a funny little secret.

"And if one understands all this, then he realizes, what comes next can be anything he desires."

Hibiki:
Nika

Her pledge to fight the younger vampire at the promised time was pretty serious, but it didn't mean she would give up looking for opportunities to kill some time and look for other challenges. After taking trip through few other districts like some enthusiastic tourists and enjoying a bit of daylife of the city, she eventually ended up hearing rumours of a district where many martial artists gathered. Dojo something district, huh? Wasn't that the equivalent of gymnasion among those guys who got bombed city by city? She didn't particularly care about those guys hanging out here too. They didn't try to rob her fucking belongings after all, so no grudge on her part. But if the Japanese were here too in their own little Tokyo, what if those thieves in black uniforms hanged around in some Beer Hall District? Hadn't heard about one yet, but she would go on a preemptive strike if she caught wind of some. This wasn't a grudge that withered throughout decades. Hands off her gold!

While she internally rambled like someone who had lived for a long live, she follow directions and headed for that place that caught her eye. She never got to fight the samurai, and she heard wild and grizzly stories about things some of them did. Like eating colleagues of her last boss. As a maneater of sorts, she found it gauche and wasteful and just unpalatable, so she'd show them proper manners. That is, if such ghosts of the world war persisted around here. Japanese after all became a bit too much pacifist for her own liking by the time she went to sleep, falling from one extreme to another seemingly. Weird people. Now to think of that, wasn't Sakura a Japanese name? Her surname was vastly different though, or so maybe she was from some future where just cultures mingled so much that they changed to some extent. Maybe that explained the odd hair colour.

And so, an undead tourist and athlete armed with such eccentric assumptions and conclusions would soon 'grace' the District with her own presence, sticking her nose where she wanted.

Aiden:
Mira

Months had passed. The tournament fell from public discussion as much as its winner fell from the public eye. Her social media presence descended to virtual nothingness save first for a change in relationship status from 'in a relationship' back to 'single' after only two days, and then to 'it's complicated' around a month and a half in. It was social and economic suicide for someone who'd previously made her living on donations from subscribers interested in a regular release of workout and kata how-to clips.

But of course, this was the dojo district: the land where legal proceedings to evict someone from their apartment involved martial arts battles with your landlord in the parking lot. It was on just such an occasion that Nika first met the former champion, Mira Lashi, as she kicked a musclebound monster of a man out onto the street with a look of obvious boredom. She was wearing a black skirt over bike shorts, a long white T-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. She had a large gym bag over one shoulder, while her other hand was holding her smartphone and finishing an update post. It flashed as if taking a selfie.

[Off on a new adventure. I'm going everywhere, and I'll fight anybody who walks up and asks! No, I won't wait up - sorry not sorry]

With that sent, she turned her eyes back to the grown ass man groaning on the ground. "So ya, don't go selling my shit or anything while I'm gone. I got a girl watchin' the place, so I'll know."

He groaned again in what may or may not have been acknowledgement.

Mira grinned all toothily. "Pleasure doin' business with ya."

Then she blinked, and looked over the sporty girl standing near her landlord. "Ah just sent that, ya know."

Hibiki:
Nika

"You're already beating the shit out of thieves before they steal anything? I don't know if I'm into that, I say let them try and then crush them to the lamentations of their women and men. I chased once a whole organization for robbing my crib from one end of continent to another." The vampire said with a smug attitude as if she was ready to repeat that whole incident and come out on the top again.

Chasing any thief should've been a piece of cake, if this city was truly city sized. She actually had no clue about how big it was. But wait a second...

"Huh, you expected me for some reason? I'm not some kind of celebrity, but I do know someone with a kind of blue hair." She asked, genuinely puzzled this time about what the hell the person in front of her talked about. Not the first person she met here with a similar shade of hair but it could be just a freak coincidence, the crowds she had seen around had many people with weirdly colored hair and features. Could be thousands of blue and purple haired people. If blondies back in her lifetime were deemed barbarians, then what kind of aneurysm xenophobes would have suffered through here.

Aiden:
Mira

Mira's eyes shot down to the guy who was stumbling to pick himself back up while hurriedly backing away and down the street. "He's my landlord. I'm goin' away."

She returned her sight back to the new girl, and tilted her head throughout her second look. "Just thought ya were takin' me up on the challenge. Prolly just a coincidence?" She pursed her lips together, then shrugged and adjusted her hold on her bag. "Haven't seen you around here before."

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