[Closed][Combat] Shot Through The Heart

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"Walkin' down the street and you hear that heavy beat~" The sun loomed high above the Adventurer city of Londinium, birds flying overhead and people migrating in loosely packed crowds, save for the occasional loner walking all alone by their lonely lonesome self. Among these social pariahs was a particularly... interesting, Enchanter, who found himself taking a shortcut down a back alley. A shortcut to where, exactly? Not even he knew, moving aimlessly with the wind as he sang aloud, taking large, swinging steps, his arms mirroring the action. "Can't help but walk your feet down all the way, 'till you meet people laughing and dancing all night long and through the-!" With his right arm and leg lifted and frozen in place, extended straight out ahead of him, Lyssamanya turned his head to see the bounty poster hung up on the wall. "Ooo~ Bounty, bounty~!" He quickly tore the sheet off, examining it as he spoke to himself with an eerie demeanor. "What kind of person is it? What's the motive? Is there blood? Things are getting exciiitiiing~!" He turned the sheet over countless times, disappointed to see the lack of concrete information. "This sounds like a perfect way to spend my Tuesday night!" Lyssamanya declared with a wide grin on his face, despite it being Sunday afternoon.

He folded the paper up, holding it between his right index finger and thumb, his wrist resting on his hip as his left hand held his chin. "But I need a party! Yes, yes, a party! Oh what a wonderful party it shall be! We will have games, and music - oh the music will be wondrous! Should I bring cake? Yes, yes cake is a must for any party!" As he continued to rant off to himself regarding his little check list for his party, having misconstrued the meaning of the word, he continued to walk on, making his way to the city square where many a parties were formed. "Let's see here now, the page only listed a name, gender, level, and location! That's fine though, we can work with that!" With an excited grin upon his colorfully pale face, Lyssamanya stood atop a table - one where two Adventurers seemed to be having a date, as luck would have it - and shouted as loud as he could to attract the attention of other Adventurers interested in some bounty hunting. "Excuuuse me! I am looking for a party to join me in some merry bounty hunting! Step right up and join me as the new crew of the Bebop!"

As he spoke, Lyssamanya ignored the angered cries of the Adventurer seated at the Enchanter's little platform, his boots mere inches from a perfectly good sandwich. "Hey, what's the big deal kid?! We're eating here!" As Lyssamanya continued speaking, ignoring the desperate cry from the handsome Sorcerer, he found himself gritting his teeth in frustration, just about fed up with Lyssamanya's brash actions. "Move it, man! You're interrupting my-!"

He was silenced as the disruptive Enchanter stepped off the table, planting his right foot on the forehead of the angered spell caster and hopping off of his skull, paying no attention to the man whatsoever. "Join me, brothers and sisters, as we head off on the very dreams of our forefathers, and their forefathers, at least as many generations back as whenever the Louisiana Purchase was!" With a handsome grin on his face, Lyssamanya slid his left hand in his pocket, curling his right hand's fingers to make a pistol shape, which he then pointed at a beautiful lass before pantomiming a firing of his gun. "Bang~!" He brought the barrel fashioned from his index finger up to his face, blowing smoke off the end of his gun. "See you, space cowboy." With a joyous grin on his face, Lyssamanya was silenced, allowing others to step forward and join his party. To show he was finished speaking, he stepped back towards the table he just recently left, reaching out and taking a bite out of the neatly cut sandwich he nearly stepped on.

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[Tristan Lannister]

It was a rather beautiful day. Tristan had found herself walking rather casually through the street, enjoying the day. She was donning her usual southern casual garb of jeans, boots and a flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves. In her hand she was carrying a glass bottle of a recently brewed drink that resembled, rather remarkably, rootbeer and was taking a swig when there was the sudden and rather loud clatter near her. Suddenly, standing upon a dinner table and angering a group of people who seemed to be on a date. She almost spit out her drink with his rather loud and flamboyant speech catching her off guard. Wipping her mouth off a tad she sat back and listened to the whole speech. She actually found it a little entertaining and, if this mission was as interesting as he was making it sound, he definitely might make some good company. As he finished up, she approached from the gathering, confused crowd with a bit of a slow clap and extended her hand.

"Howdy! Th' nam's Tristan. Sounds like a right good bit of fun you have proposed. What exactly does this bounty mission of yours entail? You can definitely colour me interested if you'll have me." As she finished offering her services she took another swig of her drink with a sigh and looked around a big goofy smile on her face. 

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[Bonaparte]

Bonaparte has watched the scene all along, seated at an other table. Since the moment this scatty guy appeared in his eyesight approching, the Monk knew he will cause some problem, a doubt quickly confirmed. As the Enchanter was doing his speech, the french geek looked constantly to him with a bad glance, nervously playing with his glass of soda. As a female Wolf-Hair gauardian anwsers the troublemaker, Bonaparte spake as well :

- Bounty hunting, heh ? I could be interested as well, if you are polite enough to get down from this table and excuse yourself for disturbing those people, of course. But by the way, who are you hunting, exactly ?

In fact, Bonaparte had already his little idea : the Monk will be not surprises if the scatterbrained were actually distracted enough to organizing a bounty hunting party against himself.

[Alviss]

Ever since coming here Alviss has been very active at the taverns lately so much so that he would often drink away his problems. Those problems being his other half's opinions and drank so he wouldn't have to deal with his crap. Taking some interest in bounty hunting from the enchanter that was way to happy for Alviss to deal with as he would not bother with the bounty mission until he had been taken over by his other half a.k.a the one that would always try to help people with his caring and kind attitude had switched with Alviss. As crimson red eyes had turned to emerald green eyes with a more calm demeanor and proper posture rather than the slouched posture and reckless personality that Alviss was. In a way James was Alviss as well if in name alone as they both shared the same screen name as two separate halves of the same person.

James calmly walked up to the enchanter and asked "I would be willing to join you in your bounty hunting mission. I'm not that strong yet but i'd be willing to try!"

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Lyssamanya's face took on a slight grin as he was joined by three others, all of whom seemed to be interested in the quest at hand. Sitting back in a bar stool and leaning against the bar counter, Lyssamanya smirked with his arms and legs crossed. For once, the mentally challenged- "I prefer the term 'Mentally Enlightened,' Narrator-kun." Very well... For once, the mentally enlightened- "No no no! It has to be capitalized! Or is it capitolized? According to auto-correct it's capitalized, not capitolized! You gotta love that beautiful red squiggle~" For Christ's- Fine! For once, the Mentally Enlightened Lyssamanya looked- "Lyssamanya what, Narrator-kun~? Come on, you know what I expect! <3" If I were alive I'd have killed myself by now... "But then you wouldn't be alive! And you couldn't have killed yourself, which would mean you would be alive, so you could have killed yourself, which would mean you weren't alive, so you-" FOR ONCE, THE MENTALLY ENLIGHTENED LYSSAMANYA, DARK LORD OF ALL, LOOKED COOL. "Thaaat's better!" He smiled joyously as he seemed to hold a conversation with himself. "You know what, that's a good point. I bet it does look like I'm talking to myself! It's like watching a fight between two Stand users! To them, it's a badass and over the top display of epic manliness in which their Stands tear each other apart! To any bystanders, they're just standing in front of each other and menacingly glaring at each other!" ... Are you done? "Yeah, I'll save the ora ora thing for later!"

Tapping on the bar counter he so coolly leaned back against, Lyssamanya smirked a bit as the barkeep slid a glass to him. He took the glass in his hand, looking oddly dashing and sophisticated with the small addition of one little drink. He smiled as he brought it near his face, his eyes closed dramatically. "You know..." He grinned, opening his eyes slightly and looking around at the dimly-lit scene. "I'm sure you're wondering why we're in a bar now. Well, last time I was posting I envisioned an outside area, like a densely populated plaza with a fountain and outdoor eating and stuff. But now I'm getting more of a night bar vibe!" He chuckled a bit as he took a sip of his drink, everyone but himself utterly confused by his insane rambling. "Speaking of bars, any of you ever watched JoJo's Bizarre Adventure? Man, that show really raises the bar for end credits music! Ba dum, tsh! Hahah! You see what I did there?" Throwing the glass over his shoulder, Lyssamanya threw himself up out of the bar stool and approached his potential party members, giving the first a thorough glance. For a moment, his gaze was fixed on the Guardian's bosom, though his insane behavior would not allow for any lustful thoughts. Only more insanity. "What are you doing, you think this is some ecchi anime? You just waiting for some combat encounter where a goblin slashes you and activates the old Clothing Damage trope? Not on my watch, lady! We don't want your kind around here!" His complaint was promptly followed up with a party invite.

The next party member was a young- "I don't like you."

Lastly was a Samurai, a young fellow a bit under Lyssamanya's own age. Just as he had done with Tristan Lannister, Lyssamanya gave a thorough examination of this last Adventurer. "Hmm..." Much like he had with the aforementioned Guardian, the Enchanter found himself staring rather intently at Alviss' breasts, or rather, lack thereof. "Hmmmm........" Nonchalantly, he pressed his hands against the Samurai's "Coughweebcough" chest, feeling for anything soft. Once he was sure of his theory, Lyssamanya glared up at Alviss awkwardly. "It's a trap!" He pulled back with a casual demeanor, tapping at the air to access his menu, shooting a party invite to the surely embarrassed boy. "Alright, team! First things first: YOU!!" He pointed at his most recent sexual assault victim, grinning with a sort of urgency in his eyes. "Your name is now Urushibara Ruka!" With this declared, he smiled softly and began speaking gently, as though he were reciting poetry. "Urushibara Ruka... Delicate as an orchid; fair as a cherry blossom. The personification of feminine grace! ... And a dude... Tall as a willow; slender as a reed... A dude... Radiant in shrine vestments...! Dude... The sun dips low when it roams the sky; cicadas buzz... Ruka... is a dude..."

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[Tristan Lannister]

Tristan wasn't fully so sure what it was about this man, but she found herself laughing rather enthusiastically at his careless antics. She didn't really care too much about his staring, but his general attitude and rather bubbly personality was a bit infectious. She wasn't quite so sure what to make of his comments regarding the "certain feature". Don't get it wrong, she knew full well what it was the enchanter was referencing, the ol' infamous Japanese "Panty Breaker", but she could feel his intentions behind it as a joke and happily laughed along at it, a loud and strangely a rather melodic sound considering her humble and rather southern upbringing. "You're somthin' else I swear man," She got out in between laughs, seemingly wiping a tear from her eye. "A few things though. One, I'm not jus some useless bimbo. who'd ya think I am? That darkness chick from Konosuba?" She regathered her composure and leaned over to the enchanter with a sigh and a few chuckles as her laughter began dying out. "And second..." She walked up, placed one hand on the enchanter's shoulder, and the other in front of her face in a sort of open fingered madona pose. With a fully serious face she stared at him "...Do you even POSE Bro?"

She held the pose for about five seconds before she suddenly just burst into laughter again, and accepted the party invite. "I swear you guys seem like you are going to be a riot. So, what's up first boss man?"


notes: important background music: youtu.be/sblR0eIRW-I

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"WHOA WHOA WHOA!!" Lyssamanya quickly retorted, immediately joining in the woman's posi- Wait what?!

Lyssamanya, you can't post yet! It isn't your-! "Ububup! Shh! Nobody likes you!" But I-... That... That actually hurt... "I'm sorry, that was mean..." Lyssamanya struck another pose, the fingers of one of his hands on his head in his hair, while the other hand pointed at nothingness. "Your next line will be 'Thanks for apologizing, Lyssamanya- wait how did you know all of that?! And quit posing like Joseph Joestar- god dammit quit reading my mind or whatever, Lyssamanya.'" Thanks for apologizing, Lyssamanya- wait how did you know all of that?! And quit posing like Joseph Joestar- god dammit quit reading my mind or whatever, Lyssamanya. With a satisfied grin, he threw his arms out in the air happily and spun around. "Never! Don't you just love me?!" Loathe would be a far more apt term...

"BUT!!" He once again pointed at the woman. "I now have a problem with you..." He glared a bit, unusually serious and displeased. "You mentioned Konosuba! You can't do that!" Oh my god... "Only I can do that! That's my only distinct characteristic!" Believe me, it is NOT your only characteristic... "Shut up, Narrator-kun! You can't just make direct references, little missy! Only I, Dio, am allowed to make direct references like that, because I, Dio, am allowed to do that sorta thing!" At this point, it seemed likely that the other two people were not going to get a chance to give their input... "GOOD!! ONLY THIS HARLOT DESERVES MY ATTENTION!! NOW COME ON MISSY!!" He swiped her hand faster than a Joestar swiping a Red Stone of oh good lord now he's got me doing it too... Quickly grabbing the Guardian's hand, Lyssamanya stormed off with her, out of the bar and away from the others. "Now then, Wamuu! According to this flier, which is really a just poster, it's about as much a pilot as Joseph Joestar in his youth, the target was last seen in the Windsor Greatwood! Though I don't really get what's so great about it; it's just sorta... Okay... So! Off to the forest we go! We only have fifty days before Holly dies! I wanted to find a cherry-rolling pretty boy but we have no time!" With urgency in his voice and actions, Lyssamanya commandeered a random horse-drawn carriage, extending his hand down to the lady who had gotten him in such a heated mood. "Don't type that, Narrator-kun! You make it sound dirty!" Once they were both on the cart, Lyssamanya snapped the reigns and the horses rushed down the street. "ONWARD TO ADVENTURE, EPONA!!"

Lyssamanya looked upset and angry as he rode off into the sunset, the wind in his face and a Person of The Land's angry yelling in his ears. "Dammit!" He exclaimed. "This is terrible! Awful! This situation is a worse situation than Jotaro is the worst JoJo! This isn't at five hundred words yet! I can't- oh hey there it is."

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[Tristan Lannister]

The events unfolded rather quickly for Tristan to follow. For one second, the strange man seemed to be having a full blown conversation with himself. That part on its own was actually rather entertaining, as it almost seemed to be a rather heated discussion. What caught her off guard however was when he turned his attention back to her. In the middle of her chuckling at the strange man, he suddenly addressed her as a harlot. That made her change her tone. While she was totally into joking around and making geeky references with this guy, she was not for being insulted like that. "Harlot?!? Now you listen here mister!" as her tone changed and she begin to get angry, her teeth began to become more pronounced as wolf's fangs, as such was the way of her chosen race. "That is uncalled for for simply trying to make a joke-"

She was cut off as the man seemed to just tear off down the street like a bat outta hell. Chasing after him, too focused on the enchanter to notice that she had left the other two behind, she waved her fist in the air. "Come back here I'm not finished with you yet!" As she caught up, the enchanter seemed to suddenly grab her hand and fling her onto a horse drawn carridge before jumping in himself and cracking the reigns, sending the horse tearing down the street. As she la in the side of the car, she only got angrier, suddenly sprouting a pair of wolf ears from the top of her head. Going into her menu, she tabbed around, went into her inventory, and switched her casual clothes for her set of armor and greatsword. After switching, an angry look in her eyes, she clambered up, resting her sword across her shoulder, foot stamping down upon the enchanter. She stared down at him with a fury only matched when someone insulted a certain Josuke's hairstyle, one of her wolf's ears twitching with anger.

"You best start either apologizing or explaining magic man, or this bounty is going to be the least of your problems."

music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ukstws19D4