Shenanigans in Oshibana. (Open to All)

Oshibana.

A peaceful little town, not known for much aside from the railway running through it. Not much was happening in the sleepy burg, people bustling about, getting off of one train and boarding another, cargo being unloaded, day-to-day lives being carried out as they always were. However, one figure seemed out of place in the hustle of the crowd, a certain gray haired mage that didn't quite seemed to be getting anywhere.

It was undeniable. He had to face it. Dmitry Kazakov was lost. Though his sense of direction was excellent most of the time, he was at a loss when it came to navigating towns and cities.

'Damnit all!' The frustrated young man thought. 'How the hell do people live like this?!'

'Oh please, boy.' The wolf spirit Hati said, speaking through the psychic bond between himself and Dmitry. 'How is it that you can traverse mountains and forests with ease, yet you can't seem to find your way through a single town to save your life?'

'Ah cram it, old man!' The medium snapped back, not actually uttering a word out loud. 'It's not like you know where the hell we're goin', do you?' Naturally, this was met with the booming laughter of his mentor, serving only to irritate him further. 'This is a human city, boy. If you can't get around your own species' natural habitat, there's no hope for you." Dmitry's frown deepened still, the only thing capable of halting his wrath at this moment being a nice, salty meal. On that note, he barged into the nearest establishment, not bothering to read the sign, and sat down waiting to be served.

The town of Oshibana. Known for its railways, is a small and peaceful town. People could be seen coming back and fourth from trains while others were walking around the town. For a small town, Oshibana sure was busy. Different kinds of people could be seen out from business people with huge black briefcases, small and big families out having fun, friends catching up, and elderly people just out on a stroll. Coming off of a train that had just came in was a young white haired mage with dark red eyes who appeared to be at least fourteen. It was Laughing Coffin's newest recruit, Sebastian Skyllon.

Sebastian was wearing his usual brown jacket with some black on the top right of it. He had on a black long sleeve shirt underneath with black pants and brown boots. The front of his left hand bared the mark of the neutral guild he resided in, dark red just like his eyes. "Well, it looks like I've stopped at the wrong town...again." Sebastian said with a sigh before stretching a little. Sebastian still never got the hang of how the train system worked, so him ending up in the wrong town wasn't new to him. He casually walked up to one of the signs showing the schedule. "Hmm, an hour until the next train arrives. Or at least I think that's what it says." he says, tilting his head in confusion. Well if it's going to be an hour, might as well check the town out a bit before it arrives is what the sinner mage thought to himself before wondering off.

As Sebastian walked down a sidewalk, he waved shyly to some people who greeted him as they walked past him. He enjoyed these small interactions mostly because he has never had much friendly interactions in the past due to his past as a filthy street rat. He then glanced at gray hair character who appeared to be confused and had a slight annoyed look on his face. Sebastian was sort of curious about why that guy seemed so confused. Was he lost? Did he take the wrong train as well. What Sebastian did know for sure, was that this guy was giving off some strong magical energy which intimidated the young mage a little, deciding to stay clear of that guy, he decided to walk into an establishment that appeared to sell food. Sebastian walked up to the counter and asked the cashier if they sold chocolate pudding only for the cashier to say no. "O-oh, okay. I guess I'll sit and think of something else then." Sebastian said quietly to the cashier in a disappointed tone as he took a seat at a table.

The white haired mage tapped his fingers on the table, trying to kill time and figure out what he wants to eat. Suddenly, someone barged into the establishment and took a seat at the table by the one Sebastian was sitting at. Sebastian turned around to see that it was the same guy from before which caused the timid mage to quickly turn back around, facing down at his table hoping that the grey haired mage didn't see him. He then felt another magical presence join him at his seat. He glanced back to see that there was a woman sitting there with him now whos magic was also powerful. The white haired mage silently yelped as he turned back around to face his table, debating whether to leave or not.

For some reason, Dmitry felt as if someone was watching him, his instincts kicking in and making him more upset than he already was. Around this time, some woman walked into the restaurant and took it upon herself to join the young man at his table. 

"Eh...sure, I guess not." He said, his voice more reserved than usual. For some reason, he was reminded of when he was thirteen and found a bear staring at him, hunger in it's eyes. "Uh, no, I'm not. Been here a couple times, but I don't know ass from apex 'round these parts." Dmitry was going to attempt to continue, but a yelp from a nearby table confirmed his suspicions.

"Hey! Would you quit eyeballin' me, you weird prick!" He shouted, sick of someone he didn't know watching at him like this. However, he soon noticed all the attention he was drawing and sat back down, oddly nervous around the female sitting next to him for some reason.

"Um...excuse me?" A scared voice said from next to the table. Dmitry looked to the side, only to see a waitress holding a notepad, obviously having drawn the short straw. "C-Can I take your order?" 

Dmitry sighed loudly, trying to calm down a bit. He picked up a menu and looked over, finding something familiar. "Yeah, I''l have a cheeseburger and some fries, thanks." He said before handing the menu to the waitress and looking at the lady next to him.

"You, uh, ordering soemthin'?"

The timid mage jumped out of his chair, falling on his butt from the sudden outburst of the gray haired mage. He began grinding his teeth as it felt like his heart was trying to beat out of his chest. He then summoned his dagger, Carnwennan almost instinctively as he sat on the ground facing the other two. He gripped onto his magical weapon tight in a reverse grip as he looked at the to with terror on his face with a dark aura surrounding the blade. Just then, ancient texts began to glow on the blade before it began to transform into a different dagger, now covered with both holy and dark aura, dancing around the blade in harmony as it gets a boost in magical energy.

The white haired mage noticed how everyone now had their eyes on them which caused the poor sinner to fluster up. Why was everyone watching him he thought to himself as he continued to panic. "I-I-I..." was all he could say, as he started stuttering, showing how terrified he was of both mages, especially the one who yelled at him and called him a prick which was something he was never called before. He has been called scum, street rat, trash, and dead weight, but never a "prick". But that was the least of his worries. Right now he had to think of a plan to get out of the restaurant before getting possibly killed.

Sebastian kept his dagger up towards the two, not keeping his eyes off of them as he started to visibly shiver in fear. Who knows what these two are capable of. They could have magic that could cause him to explode or peel his eyes out. He then closed his eyes shut as his dagger remained in the same spot. He just wish that all of this could go away. The mages, the people staring at him, he just wish he could be left alone. He then opened his eyes slowly, noticing that the woman who was sitting with the other mage was gesturing for him to come here. He was then positive that they were going to kill him until the woman said something about letting a friend of hers join them. "I-is she talking about me?"
the young mage quietly said to himself. He didn't know this woman, so that must not have been right, but then again, it wouldn't be the first time someone claimed to have known him.

The red eyed mage nervously got up, falling on his butt again as he was still shaken. He then tries again and slowly walks towards the two, quickly glancing at the gray haired mage before looking at the woman. "Pl-please! Forgive me!" he said rather loud and awkwardly before taking an awkward bow, hitting his forehead on the table which caused him to drop his dagger, causing it to disappear as he rubbed his now bruised forehead. "Ow..."

Dmitry looked the white haired man over, feeling a little bad now that he saw timid the boy was.

'Come now, boy, must you be so harsh?' Hati asked, a little sympathetic himself. Dmitry sighed once again, something he seemed to be doing more and more of everyday.

"Yeah, go ahead," he said to the one who had drawn his blade. "And don't worry about it, it's my bad." Dmitry scratched his head, caught in another of the social situations he so dreaded. Still, he always seemed to come out of them a little better off, so he couldn't complain all that much. And he had to admit, there was a certain charm about the woman, though he couldn't pinpoint it. As for his fellow man, he could stand him for now.

"Here's your order." The waitress from before politely said, turning to look at the white-hair. "May I get you something?" As the third party gave his request, Dmitry pulled the top bun off of his burger adding a large amount of salt to the contents inside as well as his fries, which had already been salted. After this, he put the bun back on and began eating, enjoying the meal after having such a stressful day. He was actually coming back from a job he had done with a guild mate named Zhu Feng, a rather irritating job at that. Upon getting about halfway through his burger, he turned to the guests at his table.


"So what brings the two-o-you out this way?" He asked, trying out that thing called conversation again. "I'm only in this place cause of somethin' I had to deal with a while out north, but I usually live over in Hargeon. How 'bout you?" Strangely, he felt a bit more curious about the woman, most likely because he probably didn't want to know where the young man came from.

(I couldn't color in the words my character said because the color menu is not showing up on my screen for some reason v.v)

Sebastian hesitantly sat at the open chair. He looked towards the raven haired woman then the gray haired man before looking down at the table. He didn't know what to think at this point. Were they planning on doing something to him? Were they going to rob him? Or was there some other motive to this? He was quite surprised at someone calling him "cute". All he has heard from in his life were insults and death threats so this was new to the young mage. "Th-thanks.." the timid mage said, stuttering a little as his face was still facing the table. He didn't want to try and make anymore eye contact or it might just cause more trouble.

The waitress had came over, bringing the two mages what they have ordered. She ten turned to the shy mage and asked if he would like to order anything. Sebastian slowly shook his head as he began twiddling his thumbs nervously despite his stomach's constant protest. Sebastian was used to going days without food, so he could handle this. He glanced at the gray hair mage which he has dubbed as the "mean one" in his head as he began putting salt on his burger then fries. Sebastian doesn't know much about salt, but he does know that too much would be bad for someone, or at least that's what he heard. He then noticed that the mean one began to look at the him and the raven haired woman who he has dubbed as the "mysterious one" which caused the timid mage to quickly look back down, hoping that he wasn't seen.

The mean one asked what brings the two of them to this town before telling them that he was only here because he had to deal with something up north, but usually lives in Hargeon. The red eyed mage felt that he was out of place in this conversation and that this seemed to be only between them two, so he decided to stay quiet. Sebastian had glanced towards the mysterious one who set down her half full drink. She said she was here to meet an "Acquaintance" with a small smirk on her face. Sebastian was no expert at this, but he had a feeling that might have been talking about something else, he just couldn't put his finger on it. She then talked about how her family lives out in Talonia, but only stays up there with them for about a week out of a month. Her tone softened as she said the last part which caught Sebastian's attention. He was observing their behaviors and what they said closely, making sure nothing escaped him so he could be prepared for anything. The mysterious one then faced towards the timid mage, as the attention was now on Sebastian.

"W-well.." Sebastian shyly said, trying to get hs words together before speaking. He still felt out of place in this conversation, was it because he was too young, weak compared to the both of them, or all of the above? Sebastian then began to scratch his cheek with his index finger, something he typically does for no special reason. "I...sort of took the wrong train..." the little mage said quietly as he faced the table once again, not knowing what else to say.

Dmitry blinked twice when he heard the young man's story, assuming he had found someone who was also lost in these hellholes called 'town's. This prompted him to lean over and put his hand on the white-hair's shoulder, nodding with his eyes closed as if to say 'I understand, brother.' It was after he sat back down that Dmitry remembered something he had heard was important.

"Name's Dmitry Kazakov." He said, before offering his hands. Unfortunately, he still didn't fully understand the idea of shaking hands, so his somehow managed overlap each other when he held them to those seated at his table. After that mess was out of the way, the mage was going to go back to eating his meal, when three fools with guns stormed into the eatery.

"Listen up!" One of them shouted, apparently the leader. "We don't want any trouble! Just put your money in the bag and nobody gets ventilated!" Despite all of this, Dmitry was still enjoying his meal. "Hey, you! That means you to-" Before the fool could continue, the gray-hair grabbed the wrist of the arm that held the weapon with his left hand and pulled it down so that he could grab the gunman's head with his right. After slamming that head into the table while rising out of his chair at the same time, Dmitry kicked the man's knee in before finishing the process by picking up the aforementioned chair and breaking it over the idiots back.

When he looked down, realizing that he had destroyed his own seat at this tabel, he awkwardly leaned the remaining back of the chair against said table and grabbed a chair from another table. Meanwhile, the other two robbers were at a loss for words at the casualness of the mage as he assaulted one of there own, ignoring them as he finished his meal.

"Mmm, now that's a good burger..."

Dubhlainn had some business in Oshibana that needs to be settled. It was an order from Degardo, one of the political entities of the Neutral Grounds and renowned owner of the Syndicate that runs the underground network of the Neutral Grounds itself. His task was to seek out a man named Cain Alhambra, who owes the Syndicate a sum of money as there were many chances wasted, many times has Cain failed to upkeep his promise and now it’s time to pay the price. It was in a small neighborhood located in the outskirts of town; Cain was the owner of the distillery who made a loan from Degardo to make it happen.

He has every intention of making Cain pay or else he’d be dragged to the Neutral Grounds to pay Degardo a visit. You can call this Dubhlainn’s part time job as one of Degardo’s hired goons, rather Dubhlainn is above what one perceive as a goon, he wastes no time at all and gets straight to the point. All he knows that Cain is going to pay and if he refuses, he has permission to use force as long as his actions were discreet to the public.

Dubhlainn as a matter of fact is mistaken as an actual Dullahan who attained human form but because of his “Midnight activities” the Dullahan became an Urban Legend in all of Fiore and Dubhlainn is the Truth of it.

A Black Mist hides his face and his identity as he comes in contact with Cain who was sweep the outside of his Distillery, plucking out weeds. As soon as Cain saw Dubhlainn coming, he knew what he was here for, although Cain cannot discern his face, he knew Degardo sent him for the money but judging from Dubhlainn’s appearance, Cain already knew that this meant trouble for him.

“W-wait let me explain!” Cain rushed inside to open the vault of cash he had stored in order to pay the man but as soon as he turned, Dubhlainn was in front of him.

Dubhlainnn grabbed the bag and started counting the money, as soon as he realizes it wasn’t enough he slammed his hand on the counter demanding that Cain pay in full and not by means of installment.