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[Kid's been quiet and out of the way for a while. He's mostly been doing odds and ends for the hotel or snatching away what he can of some spirits when nobody's lookin'. Whatever power everyone else kept talking about, it seemed like he was a late bloomer. So he's been minding his own business, but all the commotion this month got his attention. So he whips out that newfangled gadget again to see what's up.]

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What's with all the talk about love in the air? Can't turn this thing on without hearing something or other about it. Is it like last time, with the whole 'I suddenly have family' thing...? [He looks a little unamused, to say the least.]

[Action - Forwarded to Dark Hour.]

[Took him a good, long while, but Kid finally got a hold of a good substitute for his lifelong friend. Hammer was pretty unwieldy and cheap-lookin', but it was what his pocket change could afford. Now he's standin' still right in the middle of the street, littered with dozens upon dozens of coffins, brandishing his new friend out in the open. It's been too long since he'd swung at a monster or two...and he'd feel a lot less terrible about smashing these Shadows than the fauna of the wilds. This is his chance to shine, and get an idea of how much trouble was out at night.]

[Turns out those creatures were all but happy to provide. He sees a bunch of small fry take notice of him and start to circle him. He don't miss a beat, swinging his hammer at one of 'em. Pops the Shadow good, it letting out a little screech before it exploded in a puff of black smoke. At least, it looked like smoke to the Kid. He takes another swing at the runts, and they quickly scurry off into dark corners he couldn't see. Kid can't help but have a grim smile. This wasn't so bad, he thought. With how much he was used to roughin' up things twice his size, maybe he wouldn't need that mysterious little power's help.]

[Course, it don't take too long for those Shadows to kick that idea out of his head. Before he knows it, a bigger one shows up, lookin' twice as mean. Kid takes another swing at it. 'Stead of poppin', it barely flinches before suddenly knockin' the Kid aside. He tumbles and lands on his rear, but it ain't gonna keep him down. 'Course, like a bunch of Peckers swarming in for a kill, a couple dozen more of those small runts started takin' advantage of the Kid's fall. They start whacking and scratching at him, opening up a few cuts on his face and decorating his tan with a bit of red. Finally, one does something weird before it was topped off with a small spark of fire, burning the Kid's arm a bit as he tried to double back.]

[Finally, Kid starts to get the idea he's outnumbered and lookin' very appealing to the Shadows out on the street tonight. Odds are more were gonna keep popping up faster than he could take them down. He was tough, but he ain't that tough. So he makes a run for it. If you happen to be out and about in the Dark Hour tonight, you might catch Kid runnin' and a few angry lookin' Shadows hot on his tail.

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W-what no! No, it's not like that at all! I-I think it's just a coincidence.

This is all a coincidence?

Yeah, It...it's happens this time of the year monsters or not! That's it...

Huh. So folks just start hookin' up 'round this season? [Kid supposed that made a bit of sense. If any.]

Y-yeah. It's just a...a good time to hook up. That's what it is.

Must be nice. [Half-envy, half-sarcasm in his voice there.]

I guess. It's really confusing though if you're not used to it.

Really, now? Found someone?

I...uh...yeah. Guess you could say that.

Heh. Well...good luck with that, then. Hope they treat you well.

Thanks. Same to you, if you have any luck soon.

No problem. I ain't much of a charmer, though, so keep that luck.

Aww, I don't need it anymore! I'm sure you'll find someone, you just gotta keep a positive attitude.

I'll keep it for a rainy day, then. Thanks.

You're welcome.

It might be... I don't think it's come to me, whatever is causing this.

[Oh hey it's him again. The booze helped him get over the double mix-up from before.]

Could be. Think it missed me, too...guess it might be 'cause I don't know a lot of folks here.

I haven't become particularly close with anyone... maybe that's it.

Don't know many folks either. Guess whatever hit people saw me and just carried right on. [Little bit of humor in his voice, there.]

Whatever happened, we can rejoice in our good fortune.

Guess so. Wish people would stop prattlin' about it, though.

They'll stop soon.

[Some people are better to run into than others during the dark hour.]

[And, really, who better to run into when being chased by a mob of shadows than a battle-crazy simpleton with a habit of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.]

[Which is to say, after a particularly ragged looking Kid runs past him, Lancer quickly dispatches his current adversary, quickly chasing and falling into step with Kid himself.]

Oi. Busy making friends?

[At the same time, there's something to be said for people with a more... serious outlook on things.]

[Things to be said indeed. It's a shame the Kid didn't have much of a way with words. He'd just keep running even as he turned his head to look at the stranger who just caught up with him.]

I'm the talk of the town. [This is all Lancer gets out of him as the chase goes on, him darting around a corner only for the Shadows to resume their pursuit of him, and by proxy, Lancer.

Finally, he relents on the silence parade and talks again.]

Could use some help.

[Ah, the silent type. As one prone to inane chatter in most any occasion, Lancer was seconds away from breaking the silence in irritation before the Kid beat him to the punch.]

Well then, if you'll excuse me for a few minutes... and, feel free to lend a hand if you'd like.

[With either suicidal intent or supreme confidence he comes to a halt, turns to face the shadows, and dives straight into the rabble all in one smooth motion.]

[It doesn't take too long for the Shadows' numbers to begin reducing, though expecting anyone to emerge unscathed from such an assault would be foolhardy, wouldn't it...?]

[Kid watches that man rip into the Shadows like an angry dog. Their numbers quickly dwindle before the Kid's eyes, but he somehow knows they ain't going down without a fight. So not missing a beat, ignoring his own bruises and scratches, he dives right in and swings his hammer like he was right as rain.

There's a brief break in the horde, and Kid uses that chance to talk.]

Not new to this?

You could say that. I'll admit I'm still getting used to these... blobs, instead of something with arms and legs.

[That said, he's certainly doing a fair deal of damage to the shadows' numerical advantage, for someone unaccustomed to fighting things like them.]

Not doing half-bad there yourself, kid.

Fightin' for my life ain't news for me, stranger.

[Kid takes a few more swings. Their combined effort was making the remaining Shadows scatter and flee, 'til only a few stubborn ones were left.]

I feel better about smashing these up compared to the creatures back home, though. [Kid's voice keeps calm and casual even as his breathing is unsteady. Adrenaline from the chasin' and fightin' would wear off soon enough. Not that he'd let it slow him down.]

You don't say. Guessing the ones back home have more personality to 'em, then?

[Despite all the activity, the man in blue keeps a nonchalant, conversational tone of voice. As if to punctuate his question, his spear is driven through the "face" of one of the personality-less blobs. Even their masks are identical, shapeless. In a word: boring.]

Somethin' like that. Makes it less fun, actually. [True statement. Kid took no joy in wholesale smashing or slaughter or the creatures of the wild or the Ura clan. At least these Shadows were faceless and mindless enough to register as no more than pests in his eyes.

Speak of, the Shadows left finally catch the idea they're outmatched and scurry off into the darkness of the night...whether to find more help or a good hiding place. Kid relaxes his shoulders a bit as he takes a second to feel one of the wounds on his arm, looking at the tinge of red with a blank look on his face. He was sore, and had no tonics to quickly patch himself up...but he could deal with worse than this.

Finally, he looks back over at the blue-haired stranger.] Thanks. You fought like a real Brusher.

Not a clue what a Brusher is, but I'll take that as a compliment.

[Acting as though they weren't fighting for their lives moments ago, he extends a hand towards the Kid in the universal gesture for a handshake. Either by serendipity, accident, or design, the arm used is such that should the Kid return the gesture, he'd be using his less-wounded appendage.]

Name's L-- Cu Chulainn. Title's Lancer, if you'd prefer that.

[Oh, right, he wasn't anywhere near home anymore. So it's natural nobody would know what in the heck a Brusher was. Not like it mattered.]

Good at fightin' with a sharp stick.

[Kid gives the blue-haired stranger's hand a small stare before he takes hold of it and gives him a brief but strong shake.]

Call me Kid. Just Kid.

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