<i>They are passing along information? They must be trying to cause a panic... I need more evidence if I want to confront them. <span class="underline">Astin walked by one of the men and proceeded to bump his shoulder to him, passing on the centipede, and using his familiar to make sure he doesn't see it.</span></i> &quot;Ah, I'm sorry about that&quot; <i><span class="underline">Astin apologized for the bump. If the man simply walked away Astin would follow him as best as he could.</span> Someone obviously had to plan this.</i>

<i><span class="underline">Astin decided to leave the hotel. His knack for wanting information led him to walk around the streets, hoping to ease drop on some interesting conversations.</span> Might be a good idea to keep my familiar cloaked for now.</i>

<i><span class="underline">Astin paused and pretended to look at one of the shops advertising goods while he formed a caterpillar-sized centipede to observe the conversation of two men he overheard.</span> The rebellion? And the Hues family too? That shouldn't be public knowledge, where did they hear that?</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Astin_Azim)</div>

<i><span class="underline">Astin followed the man, using the crowd as cover and never letting them out of sight. He only paused when he reached the alley where they split up.</span> This could be a trap. I need some leeway, even if it's noticeable, to confront him. Better safe then sorry. <span class="underline">Astin adjusted his collar as he began to make roughly 20 centipedes. Five feet long and two inches wide; they crawled out of his coat as if they were all hiding there. They explored the walls of the alley, squeezing into every nook and crack they can find until they all disappeared from view. With that Jo followed the man he put the centipede on first.</span></i>

<i>Tsk. I was never that great at tracking anyway. <span class="underline">Astin looked at his familiar with a worried glace. The doll giggled in response.</span> I don't have much of a choice. I can't keep hiding and I doubt I can get away. Damn it, I didn't want to use her. <span class="underline">Astin stepped out of the shadows and towards the man. Astin's face and clothes however had changed. He was now wearing a large clown outfit. Along with make-up as well.</span> Asshole... <span class="underline">His familiar giggled.</span></i> &quot;You there, I know someone with your power could not get information like that by yourself. Tell me who ordered you to spread information like that and I'll let you off with a slap on the wrist.&quot;

<i><span class="underline">Astin grit his teeth as the urge to strangle his familiar grew stronger. It didn't help that she would began to cackle louder with every word.</span> Ok, I guess some kind words aren't going to help. Might as well get a little serious. <span class="underline">Astin began to walk to the man.</span></i> &quot;I am not here to rob you. I just need to know where you heard that from and who told you to spread that information.&quot; <i><span class="underline">Astin began to move his centipedes close, not enough to be seen, but as close as he can manage in case he needed a shield.</span></i>

<i>Son of a bitch. First of all I'm 19... But at least we got something in common. <span class="underline">Astin put his hands in the as if he was surrendering. He closed his eyes, focusing on all his centipedes. He placed roughly 10 near him and out of sight, along with 5 to the man in front of him and 5 behind him for the people in the alley. They simply kept out of sight. Astin wouldn't move them unless they attacked first. He opened his eyes.</span></i> &quot;You're right, I also don't want this to go the direction this is taking. Just tell me where you heard those rumors before I start juggling you and your friends.&quot;

<i><span class="underline">Astin reflexively put up his guard when the man threw the ice spears towards him. He considered using his centipedes but stopped once he saw it wasn't aimed for him.</span> A mist? He must be trying to get away. Then again this mist is perfect for... <span class="underline">Astin looked at his familiar who smiled brightly as if reading his thought.</span> No. I'll use the mist for the ones behind me... however for the man in front. <span class="underline">Jo moved his white-flamed crawlers towards him, keeping track of him as best as they could.</span> Now about behind me. [i]Jo used the mist to help him stay hidden, using his centipedes as a skin-tight shield to block any shots he couldn't avoid. As he did that, the centipedes near Astin's attackers would get as close as they could before jumping on them and attempting to restrain them. If it worked Astin would walk out of the mist towards them, wearing a smile that truly made him look like a clown</i>

<i>Shit... I knew these assholes would play dirty. Well it's not like I can't as well. <span class="underline">Astin stared at his familiar who smiled widely, extremely happy he was considering using her two times in a row.</span> I'm going to regret this. <span class="underline">Jo reached to the ground grabbing a rock. Just as he did this his familiar's eyes glowed. What Astin held over his head now was a over sized bomb, large wires wrapped loosely around it. A bright red arrow pointed to Astin's finger which was right over a detonate button.</span></i> &quot;Don't make a move! Take any more steps and I set of this signal bomb! Like you said I'm from the Azim family, do you really think I came alone?&quot; <i><span class="underline">As Astin spoke his centipedes slowly encircled around them. Five to the man he was chasing before and five to the unrestrained one.</span> Gotta make this count. <span class="underline">Astin slowly began building the blueprints for a centipede in his mind.</span></i>

<i><span class="underline">In any normal circumstance Astin would resume combat, the bomb was to distract them long enough to get his centipedes in place after all. However what the man said about the family head deeply disturbed him. In Astin's head there was no way for the head to be captured. Yet, he found himself running. The illusion of him being a clown peeled away once he left the alleyway. He decided to check if his centipede was in place at a later time, his top priority was to get to the hotel and check on the family head.</span> What the fuck are they talking about?! First those rumors and now my own family head? I need to see it with my own eyes!</i>