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Dishi tapped his ear. Did he really hear the girl say she was going to enter the tournament? He sized her up. Doesn't look too tough.

"So, you're a fighter, eh? What's your style?"

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She smiled proudly: "Shangainese Monkey Style!", she said.

In a fast movement, she drew her jian, made a very elaborate and seemingly random flourish over her head with it and cleanly drove the tip to the ground. Smoothly, like a single movement. She holstered it back.

"What about you?", she asked.

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Dishi smiled and nodded. "Color me impressed, cutie."

"It's certainly better than I've seen with the Imperial Guards," he scoffed.

"As for my style..." He drew Ai and Hui and almost like a blur, swung several times at the girl, stopping his sticks inches from her body every time. When he finished, he brought them up to his chest and bowed, holding the sticks vertically. "Eskrima. It's from lands far to the south and east. It's the art of beating the living crap out of people with sticks." He grinned at his last statement.

Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.

Ri had been lost in his own thoughts until he was rudely interrupted by someone - a thief, apparently - causing a ruckus. He squinted at the figure, trying to work out whether or not he had seen him before. There was a niggling feeling that yes, he had, and quite recently, too.

For now, though, that could wait. Running forward - apologising to anyone he bumped into along the way - he grabbed on to the wall of the building Xian was on and clambered up the side at a fair speed. Vaulting on to the roof more for dramatic purposes than anything, he (barely) landed on his feet and folded his arms.

"Hey, I don't know who you are, but give yourself up to the guards - I can't allow you to do this," he said. He didn't really want to fight or chase Xian if he could avoid it, but his master had put great emphasis on stopping wrongdoing whenever possible.

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Jia put away the donation box and held the fake coins in one hand and the real ones in the other, displaying them to Python. "I've got them sorted out, right? I don't know if I could really tell them apart all that well."

His stomach growled again. "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to make an old man not mad at me! Again!"

edited 7th Sep '11 2:32:16 PM by Starbound2

"It seems that avoiding a fight in this town until the tournament was a ridiculous idea." Cong Beihou groaned. The two guys on the roof didnt seem all that interested in him or his presence, but any kind of aggression was unwelcome after that terrible job back on the street. At least the coinless kind.

"Ah, forget it. I'm gonna fight in a damn tournament soon, I deserve to spectate a fight!" He leaped across the roofs to the two opponents with steps lighter than a descending bird. No point drawing the ruffian's attentions right? He was considering searching the loser's body afterward.

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"And as for you!" Python turned to the thief on the roof, looking up at him. "How much money have you stolen? You're going to give that back too—or you could fight me and keep me from calling the guards. Your choice."

edited 7th Sep '11 3:33:51 PM by Taco

Wanting to adress this old madman without drawing attention from the potential fighters, Cong Beihou hung from the ledge of the roof with one hand, his feet propped on the wall. "How can you tell I'm a thief old man! You couldnt even tell my gender!" While waving his finger at the man, he continued. "Anyway, I have a tournament to fight in! If you wanna get rough, do it there! I'll be more than glad to take that self-righteous air from your lungs!"

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"Of course, I've entered too! Kids these days, thinking they can just do what they want..." Python hobbled down the street, looking to buy some food.

"Akihi," she tested the word out, "My name is Yi Fei. What region?"

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Casually dropping the fake coins off to the side and the real coins into his change bag, Jia followed the smell of sweet and sour chicken, tired of standing around and not eating.

"Alrighty then, back to the fight. I hope they havent beaten eachother sensless already." he mumbled. He silently took position back on the roof.

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"Hokkaidô.", the Ainu answered.

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There were a lot of fast-food stands for Python to choose from. The most remarkable place was a huge stand where two overweight and middle-aged Uyghur twins tended to a lot of huge Wok simultaneously. The daughter of one of'em acted as a bartender.

Those two cooks were total geniuses: Pretty much anything that could be stir-fried or steamed was being cooked somewhere on their diner.

edited 7th Sep '11 4:53:08 PM by SavageHeathen

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Seeing her benefactor was busy talking with the 'Dog', Fan decided to focus herself on finishing her meal. Just a little sloppily due to being a tad overeager.

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Xian He ducked as the stone zipped past him, spilling a sizeable share of the wine he'd just swiped "Aw dammit, stop whinining already! It's just a piece of chicken and a jug of wine and you just made me waste some of it!" Jamming the chicken in his mouth, he carefully held the jug of wine with both hands as he scampered off through the rooftops, only to be stopped by a tall, fairly well dressed man with, of all things, a Guan Dao strapped to his back. "Mn, shoo chithy peepl av no sns ov hoomr"*

he muttered through the chicken in his mouth.

Taking a step back, he lazily pulled off his cloak's hood, revealing his scruffy features as he finished swallowing the first real dish he'd had in who knows how long "And to think I'd have to fight with someone over a piece of...wait. Feng? Ri Feng of the Chicken Foot style? Hey it's me! It's Xian He the Hairless Ape! It's been a while!"

This was the last straw. "Get the hell off of my rooftoops!" Cong Beihou shouted, as he made himself visible to the growing roof-crowd. "Hows an honest rogue like myself supposed to liberate the obscenely wealthy with all the fighting going on!" Every muscle in Cong's body was pulling him back towards cover, but all of this was breaking his heart.

"You know what, I'm actually gonna sit here let you guys fight! Make sure you try and kill eachother; I've only gotten chump change tonight, and either of your looted corpses would keep me full of coin!" God, what was he doing!

"Just make it quick, I have a tournament to go to later on."

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Foreigner. Somewhere to the East? She never paid attention in Geography class anyway. She looked over him again. Why were outlanders often so huge?

"That's nice," she said, smiling, "Are you going to be in the contest?"

She noticed the girl...Fang, was it?, had already finished the second peice and she smiled.

"Who is your master? It looks like he taught you well. I would've mistaken you for a tiger if I didn't notice you were a human," she said dreamily.

Unfortunately, Fei has some...memory issues

edited 8th Sep '11 7:02:45 AM by Aralyn

When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.

"Fan Lee... the greatest wandering master that has ever lived" Fan Sung said proudly with a wide smile on her face. Her stomach was full with delicious and warm food... she almost felt like purring in contentedness.

Though eating all that had made her just slightly sleepy... so was a lot more relaxed than usual.

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Akihi took a mental note of dragon girl's penchant for distraction, and tiger girl's tendency to relax and lower her guard when sated. He smirked slightly, respectfully bowed, and casually walked towards the next contestant: Specifically, rabbit girl at the Tea House.

He sat a few seats apart from the contestant, and asked for a cup of lizard liquor.

edited 8th Sep '11 11:53:50 AM by SavageHeathen

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Ri had paused for a few moments as Xian spoke, running his name through his memory.

Xian He, Xian He... There was a sudden snap of recognition.

"Oh, it's you again, Xian..." said Ri finally in a tone that was halfway between weary and amused. "Just so you know, it's the Rooster Talon style. Not 'Chicken Foot'. Man, haven't you learnt anything...? Anyway, can we get this over with without any fights? I'm not sure the locals really want us to be spoiling the festivities."

He quickly looked behind himself to look at the source of the new voice. "Another thief...? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I don't intend to fight if I can help it, and I don't have any quarrel with you."

Wow, when did I start lecturing people on morality? he wondered. I mean, it's not like it's got anything to do with me...

Almost as soon as he had finished that thought, he felt a pang of guilt as the image of his master's face came into view of his mind's eye once more. Jeeze, who knew that he had such an influence on me?

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Xian He scratched the back of his abundant and rather filthy mane of black hair as he waved his hand around in an appeasing though awfully nonchalant manner "Rooster Talon, Chicken Foot, Hen Fingernail, it's all the same to me. As long as it works, you shouldn't care about the name" he shrugged in a bemused manner, grinning widely. He loved pushing Ri Feng's buttons when he had the chance. "No reason to fight then, right? We should go enjoy the festivities! I'm sure I can score us some good stuff for cheap. And by "cheap" I mean for free." The smile on his face would've put an orangutan to shame "I'll pay everyone back when I win the big one anyway".

He was about to drop to the floor when another man, apparently a thief having an off day, jumped up from some hiding place nearby yelling at them about fighting and looting and a tournament. Well damn, not just Ri Feng but a competitor as well. Shenzen's roofs were full of surprises "Well buddy a fight is a pretty good distraction. As long as it's a good one you can probably yank the pants off the spectators and they won't bat an eyelid."

He began to slide off the roof "As for the tournament...well I'll just wish you good luck. You're gonna need it, heeheehee". And with that, he dropped off, waiting for his friend to follow him.

Cong Beihou stood there, swallowed by fury. "Who the HELL was that two bit, pretty boy, cutpurse, PIG HEAD!" These were his roofs, his ground, even more than the actual ground was. The starving dead could rip those commoners to shreds, but if they so much as moaned in a tone like that guys in his direction, in his town, he'd purge all China. The emperor would be amazed.

There wasnt much honor in Cong's walk of life, but that just meant that what that punk just did was a hell of an insult. Cong Beihou began yelling in the general direction of the mysterious man. "I'm going to skin you once I'm done! No, that's not enough! I'll work on it while your alive, and my solutions are burning their way into your bleeding heart! Ya hear. Your DEAD!"

"Well, that felt good."

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A huge, blue, dragon-shaped firecracker went off: The war horns and the gong sounded: The Contest was about to officially begin.

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Python decided that no, he would not eat more before strenuous activity, because he was full. He hobbled towards the arena as quickly as he could.

"Looks like it's time to make good on that promise." Cong Beihou said as he heard the gongs. He strode across the roofs and overy the bustling traffic of bodies below. He said nothing else, even to himself, until he reached the front of the palace. He dropped back to the ground.

" Hello agian, noble gaurds. I am Haoren. Remember me?" he spoke to the officers a false baritone. "Should I escort myself wherever I need to go?" He liked that idea. "Or need I a guide?"

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