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[♚] Flower festival has begun and there’s no mistaking it. The stars of the party are blooming all over adding not only to the view but to the scents as well. There’s tranquility for those that go seeking for it, fun for those that choose to enter the louder activities.

Festival isn’t a festival without crowd and its’ noises mixing together. Some louder than others…A certain stall is gaining attention. No one approaches it  - someone already got hurt trying, they won’t dare. Children who stare get their eyes hidden by the parents. . 

In the center you can find a woman her foot on the counter of the shooting gallery. It’s quite a feat given that she’s wearing heels and a mermaid dress. Inha has the stall clerk on his grip. Her eyes glinting wildly her forehead against the poor guy’s. She’s oozing the kind of atmosphere that’d keep most away.

“ You think you can just do that HUHHHHHH? “

“ Either give me my money back or give the damn prize! No one likes cheaters right???!!!! “

     Sure, it wasn’t like it was his job to interfere. Nor did he particularly care as to whether or not the guy’s gig was legit or not -- hell, that was a chance you had to take in places like this, even if it was disappointing. He’d been jilted a few times as a kid, even ( and maybe he’d launched a few death threats of his own, but hey, whatever ). Though the obnoxious shouting was what drew his attention, what kicked his frustration in gear and forced him to walk over with hands in pockets. Well, hand in pocket. His other hand had already lashed in an attempt to wrap around her wrist, purely in reflex. 

    He wasn’t afraid to hit a girl, of course. But he’d at least like to know what her freakin’ problem was first.

    There wasn’t an ounce of apprehension in his tone.

     The sun rises, and the moon sets; a story as old as time. Nothing appears out of the ordinary to those early risers among the citizens in Hive City. For those who live in sector six there is something within the tree laden part of the city that has only happened once before. Signs pop up elsewhere along the other sectors, pointing a certain direction that indicate you to follow. In a large clearing of sector six a ring of mushrooms, as tall as three story buildings, waits openly for all of Hive City to come and visit. A sign holds on the entree way that reads “Welcome To All Those Who Choose to Enter.”

   Inside is an array of sounds, smells, and sights for the faire goers to enjoy. Shops line the mushroom’s that make the walls of the Flower Festival were one can purchase handcrafted items and art. If one follows their nose they will find an array of different foods and wines to satisfy even the pickiest of eaters! Small crowds are littered about as they shift from scene to scene, but most of all you notice the bright colors and shapes of flowers that seem to appear on almost every surface.

                                     Welcome to the Flower Festival.

So, when they reached the next floor, a deep rumble filled the corridor… right as Wade tossed a few dice in Yusuke’s direction.

“I spent over a hundred bucks on these things!” He holds up the rather large bag of twenty-sided dice for emphasis, “We’re rollin’ ‘em every chance we get! Some lame Indiana Jones rip-off is nothin’ compared to the importance of–” He stopped talking for the briefest of instances when Yusuke fell.

Wade picked up the pace, moving forward quickly and slamming the blade of his sword into the sheath on his back. He ducked low while he ran, scooping Yusuke up and settling him across his shoulder. He also managed to save the dice. After all, it wouldn’t do to piss off the gods of the dice rolls. “See?! You pissed them off! You rolled a one and fell on your ass. Now, did ya see what I did there? I rolled a natural 20 and saved your sorry ass from bein’ a pancake. A pancake, mind you, that I wouldn’t eat. So you’d just kinda be…y’know… sittin’ there.”

    “Look, I appreciate the gesture, old-timer -- “ He said, partly flustered and frustrated and with a bit of a cough. Being tossed around like luggage for a while was hell. “But if you think I’m just gonna just ride on your coattails to glory without doing a damn thing, then we’ve got a real problem here. Lemme show you just how useful the great Urameshi Yusuke is, to start. Watch and learn!”

    One shot. Just like old times, when he hadn’t a single clue as to what a “spirit detective” even was, when suddenly he was saddled with a grab-bag of annoying responsibilities he didn’t even want. When people’s lives were in danger and the only one they had to count on was some middle-school kid who’d rather be up in a parlor counting a brass bucket of balls under enough lights to drive a man blind.

    But over time, he’d changed. Found that the only thing he’d ever been good at was actually worth something, was worth lending to others. And that was why Yusuke twisted and wiggled and aimed a pointed finger like a gun straight towards the giant, tumbling boulder.

    One shot, Yusuke. Better make it count.

   “REI GUN -- !!!” 

    "I wasn’t --” He folded his arms and huffed a bit. Real mature, kid. “Tch, whatever. But look, if you know what you’re getting into, then let me in on it. I may not be as strong as I was back in my world, but I can still kick plenty of ass. And I’m sick of sittin’ around looking for a way out of this dinky little shit-hole that everyone’s calling a city. About time I just slam my fist into something and see what happens.” Especially if there was some sweet-ass bonus waiting at the end.

And thus he slaps up a sign that says:

“LOOKING FOR GROUP!

Currently in Need Of:

Healer

Tank

Swordsman -or- Mage

Text Deadpool if interested!”

   "... the hell? Healer, tank? Mage? Yo, Pops -- this isn’t a freaking video-game. I mean, yeah, it totally looked like Zoma’s Castle just popped out of the ground like a daisy... -- but there are real lives on the line here. And do you really think all these types are just gonna come waltzing in like, ‘level 30 swordsman for hire!’ after they saw all that?”