Passport time (Akryn)

Akryn impatiently stood in the long line to get a passport, a soft drink in hand, his other hand stuffed in his pocket. Behind him was some really fat, smelly guy, with a basket on his back which smelled a lot worse than the guy, and in front of him, two giggling young women who had already flatly turned his advances down. "I shoulda come with Kyll or something. This is insanely dull." he said, looking up as a vendor wandered by, selling snacks. He couldn't help but grin to himself as he marveled at the entrpenurial spirit of some of these people. This line had been here since before the shop opened, and would be here for hours more, and odds are, these guys were making a killing.

Still, Akryn wished they would sell books or something. Anything to break the monotony. True he was almost to the front, but he had been here for hours! As he stood there mentally whining about the situation, a commotion from the front caught his attention, and those around him. Up front a short, thin man in a fancy suit, with an awfully curly mustache, and three other men, two of them armed with nasty looking billy clubs had pushed there way to the front and were causing trouble.

"You cant just cut in line like that! I been waitin here all day to get this, you can do the same!" A motherly looking woman at the front was saying, shaking a plump finger at the man, her husband nodding and stepping up. As the man stepped forward to say something though, the two large goons with billy clubs would step inbetween the husband and the man in the suit, leering down at him as the business man spoke. "Oh I do apologize for the inconvenience. You see my friends here just have so little patience and couldn't possibly wait in that line all day. But I am certain you could talk them into waiting. No? nothing? Good, then I thank you for your generosity!" the small man with the curly mustache said as he turned to the woman at the counter, his two goons leering at the crowd, and the fourth man standing off to the side.

Akryns eyes narrowed at what he saw and he handed his soda to the fat man behind him. "Here, you look like you need this. Pardon me." he said before stepping out of line and making his way to the front. He was surprised there were no guards stepping in, or around, for that matter, but he didn't care. That was bullying up there, plain and simple. And Akryn would be damned if he sat there and let some rich blowhard push woking folks around.....

As Akryn approached, one of the large thugs turned to meet him, lifting his billy club. "What you want ya little lab rat." the goon said, waving the club menacingly. Akryns eyes narrowed again at the insult. It wasn't the first time he had heard it, and despite him knowing it was dumb, it bugged him. "Ok first, I have white hair, yes, but I in no other way resemble a lab rat. I don't know why you pea brains keep calling me that. Two, I would like you and your boss over there to step out of line. These people have been waiting here all day for their passports, I don't care how dumb or impatient you are, you can wait to." he said, his hands in his pockets and his whole body fully relaxed. These two big galuts didn't bother him in the slightest. It was the other guy to the side that had him concerned.

The big goon stared at Akryn for a moment before snarling and lifting his club. "Who the hell you callin stupid ya runt? I'll crush ya!" he said, swinging his club at Akryn. Akryn had been expecting this though, and as the club came in he whipped his hands from his pockets and threw himself backwards, placing his hands on the ground and letting the club pass over him harmlessly. As the club passed however, Akryn pushed off with his left hand, and whipped his left foot up, following in the wake of the mans badly missed blow to catch the goon on the jaw with a kick that resulted in a crunch and dropped the man to the ground as Akryn righted himself and straightened his coat. "Allright so talking to you is equivalent to having a conversation with bricks. How about you big guy?" he asked, looking at the other goon, who was snarling and advancing, the business man having turned now to watch as well, and the whole line staring as well.

The large man suddenly charged Akryn, club raised high, and as he neared he chopped downwards at Akryn. But Akryn merely sidestepped the predictable blow, and stuck his foot out, tripping the man so that he fell flat on his face and skidded along the ground, much to the amusement of the line of people. "No apparently you two are just a couple of coconuts. Big heads, little in em." Akryn taunted as the goon regained his feet and turned to glare at Akryn before quickly hopping back up and rushing Akryn.

The man swung wildly at Akryn, left, right, left again, a predictable pattern, easily dodged. it was obvious, this goon was used to pushing around shopkeepers and merchants, not really fighting, and that thought only pissed Akryn off. As the man swung from the right again, Akryn stepped in to the blow, catching the arm on the inside with his left arm, wrapping his arm around the goons, before striking the elbow with his right hand, forcing the arm to bend there. As the arm bent, Akryn twisted, wrapping the big mans arm around him, and bent, effectively ending with him throwing the man over his shoulder and into a nearby pile of crates, to the applause of the crowd, and the horror of one unfortunate merchant. As he turned back to the man with the mustache though, he was met by the third man, a young man, around Akryns own age, with long silver colored hair. No shirt, but a fighters physique, and a pair of baggy red pants with a black sash holding them up. A guild ensignia was on his left shoulder to, of a familiar looking black scorpion. It was obvious this guy was a mage of some sort. "Well, this just got a lot more interesting." Akryn said as he slid into a boxers stance.

Akryn watched the young man curiously, slowly starting to walk a circle around him. The kid with the scorpion tattoo seemed familiar somehow, much like the tattoo, though Akryn couldn't place it. Just as Akryn was about to ask though, the young man made his move, throwing his hand in Akryn's direction quite suddenly, a long chain erupting from the mans wrist. On Instinct, Akryn raised a hand to block, and the chain wrapped around the arm, snagging it firmly. "Metal make chain." the man said, slowly raising his head to look at Akryn with a wicked grin. "I am Malvis, of Scorpion Tail. It is my job to help mister Meiser today. And I wont let you interfere." he said, suddenly yanking on the chain, causing Akryn to stumble a little. Not much. But enough. "Metal make scythe!" the man said with a wicked grin, swinging his suddenly formed scythe at Akryn as he stumble, the scythe slicing across Akryn's chest as he braced himself and tried to avoid the blow.

The crowd gasped in unison as blood spurted from Akryns chest, and his own eyes widened in surprise. If he hadn't braced himself, that cut could have been deadly. This guy wasn't messing around. With a snarl, Akryn twisted his arm, grabbing the chain, and activating his lightning hands ability, sending a bolt of electricity along the chain towards Malvis, who quickly dismissed the magic of the chain. As he did so though, Akryn rushed him, his fists crackling with electricity, but he was quickly forced back as Malvis swung his deadly scythe again.

As Akryn hopped back out of the reach of the scythe though, Malvis smirked and said. "Metal make trap." pointing to the ground right behind Akryn, a bear trap suddenly appearing. The crowd gasped collectively as Akryn, already backpedaling away from the scythe, stepped into the trap, and as it snapped shut, breaking his shin and digging deep into his calf, Akryn fell back, screaming in agony and holding his leg as Malvis slowly walked towards him with a wicked grin, the man with the mustache smirking and turning back to the counter.

Malvis placed his foot on Akryn's chest and pointed his scythe in his face. "Who are you? What guild? Imma at least have the decncy to let your guys know what happened to ya. Who are ya?" he asked as the head of the scythe straightened, turning into a spear, aimed at Akryn's throat.

Akryn lay there in extreme pain, unsure of how this had happened. This was supposed to have been a nice easy day. Instead he had run into a dark mage, and some employer who apparently didn't care of Akryn died. Died. The thought struck Akryn like a brick. How had he been placed in a situation like this? Seemed like a pretty dumb thing to die for.

As Akryn lay there, he opened his eyes to stare at the man above him, or more to the point, the tattoo on the mans shoulder. "My name.....is Akryn. Akryn Motomiji. Of eclipse soul." he said, staring at the tattoo still, familiarity gnawing at his mind.

Malvis stood there, staring at Akryn before a wicked grin would spread across his face. "Motomiji ehe? Fucking beautiful. A better day couldn't be had!" he shouted, the crowd gasping suddenly as he lifted his spear up, preparing to skewer Akryn, as Akryn just stared at that tattoo, a distant memory creeping to the front.

Akryn saw again the same tattoo, pink this time, on a young woman, maybe twelve, with long white hair in a purple dress. His sister, Akryn knew. Verity. Blood was pouring down her limp arm as she rushed towards Akryn, calling to him. Akryn heard screams, explosions, the sounds of an intense battle. And crying. Lots of crying. His own among them. He saw his sister, wounded and rushing towards him, with that same tattoo, a moment before a burning building collapsed on her.

As the spear descended, Akryns left hand shot acorss, hitting the spear where the head met the haft, shoving it aside to bury deep into the ground next to his head, before thrusting his right fist at Malvis's belly, using his Gale glove to send Malvis soaring through the air to crash into a cart.

Akryn slowly sat up, then forced himself to one knee, the pain from his leg still in the trap causing his vision to blur. But he didn't care at the moment. He didn't hear the sudden cheering of the crowd. He didn't hear the sound of rapidly approaching guards. All he heard were the screams, the violence, the explosions. And the words Scorpion tail, tearing through his head as he slowly looked up at Malvis, who had already regained his feet and was grinning wickedly at Akryn.

"Ah not so dead eh? Good. Didn't want it to be boring." Malvis said as he slowly began walking towards Akryn. He stopped though as his employer grabbed his arm. "Lets go. I am finished hereand the guards are approaching. You have done your job. Leave this filth." the merchant said before turning and heading off, his two goons following.

Malvis watched him go before turning to eye Akryn for a moment, who was still on one knee, glaring at Malvis. To many questions were coming to Akryn's mind. To many questions that needed answering. But it was apparent as Malvis smirked and turned to leave, satisfied that Akryn was in no condition to give chase. "See ya later, Akryn Motomiji of Eclipse Soul." he said, turning to eye Akryn as he did so, Akryn just then noticing the blood red shade of Malvis's eyes. "You can count on it." he snarled before making his escape, just before the guards finally arrived, quickly moving to free Akryn from the trap and calling for a healer.

Akryn laid there as medical professionals were rushed to him, staring at the sky, as a fat, smelly man, with a fatter, smelly basket on his back walked over, tucking something in Akryn's pocket. "For you." he said with a smile, wiping sweat from his large, smelly brow. "The passport officials respect what you tried to do. We all do." the man said, several members of the crowd nodding, and even clapping, as Akryn was carried off for medical attention......

I enjoyed reading this, good job!

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