<i>A tall man with a lit cigarette in hand wanders the city, absently staring at Star's work and spotting a flier proclaiming the event.</i> &quot;Snow in the middle of summer... Maybe things aren't as fat off from home as I thought? Haven't seen any signs though.&quot; <i>He reaches into a black long coat around him, boots slamming on the ground while he then checks a strange shotgun and axe on his back. Both looking to be made of some odd glass or crystal with jagged lines and an interior like a void. His face turns to a smirk while walking away. </i> &quot;Heh, I guess that I'll be back later. Not as if there's anything pressing to do. And maybe I can learn something about this place!&quot;

<i>About fifteen mintues or so after the departure of the last one, another man walks into the GYM with an axe and shotgun on his back. Both made of some strange glass-like substance covered in jagged lines and all black. There's a grin on his face while looking around the area and stretching out some.</i> &quot;Hmm, wonder what this place is all about? I mean judging by the name I'd assume it's some kinda... Training area maybe?&quot; <i>He rubs the back of his curiously for a moment, reaching into a black coat around him and pulling out a pack of cigarettes absently. Upon noting the other man however, Malcolm walks over with a polite smile on his face.</i> &quot;Ah, hello there! Are you one of the locals around here or something! Malcolm Chambers, and I'm pretty new to this city-state you've got here. Was hoping to hear more about the place!&quot;

<i>Malcolm chuckles a bit, not be lying huh. Yeah that's a fair point. He'd also quickly take the strange weapons off of his back and stow them away within a bag that's placed near the ring.</i> &quot;No guns huh, yeah alright. Wasn't gonna use 'Voidglass' stuff like that for a simple sparing match anyways. As for lying, nah. If they do show up... Well, people and things seem to wander in pretty often. Could mean new arrivals so keep your eyes open. Goes for me too of course.&quot; <i>With the weapons placed away he assumes his basic fighting stance, it's rather strange to the eyes of anyone who's properly trained. The kind of thing you'd see in a street brawler turned something far more deadly by years of conflict than anything else. There's also a slightly wild look in his eyes.</i> &quot;Anyways, yeah I'm game. You can make the first move if ya want, don't hold back either. We Nemissaries are <i>really</i> hard to kill. Ones like me more than most.&quot;

<i>The man chuckles a bit a bit, the Brood? Around here? That's unlikely at best by his guess.</i> &quot;I doubt that the Brood are around here. We Nemissaries are... Sorta like rogue parts of them you might say, we're still able to sense when their 'Song' aka controling mind is around. I'm damn good at it too, so that seems unlikely.&quot; <i>He'd step forward a ways, walking over into a fighting ring and standing with hands in his pockets and a curious look.</i> &quot;Anyways, yeah it's a crazy story. And I couldn't blame ya for doubting it, but that's the truth as I know it, unfortunately. How about you?&quot;

Man hell if I know what I'd get, maybe something real good for fighting? But I'd live... Wait, what the hell is a Persona Arrow anyways.

<i>He shrugs at that and steps forward. No reason not to give it an attempt, though if superhuman speed and reflexes can let him keep a proper eye on this card. Only time will tell.</i> &quot;Nothing but time, and I'm not running short on that at all.&quot; <i>As for Kaito, he gets an absent response given the man is now far too busy focusing upon Jack to try and keep with the queen's movements.</i> &quot;Rave review? Nah not really, I prefer telling it like it is generally. Gotta look at your flaws just as much as anything else to understand yourself, right?&quot;

<i>Malcolm chuckles a bit at that response, yeah it's... Pretty fair all things considered. Good thing someone backed down here, god knows he won't The man's bones would suddenly break down into dust.</i> &quot;Hah, yeah same to you... Yeah I'll admit, getting too into it is a thing with those like me. Every Nemissary's got what we call a Creed, long story short, think of them as part philosophy part spiritual duct tape. For me it's <b>The Sword</b>, if we've got any weakness, it's an abiding love of a good scrape.&quot; <i>As he says this the other man would smile and wave to Kotaro, gathering up his weapons and quickly hiding his bone armor below the long black duster once again. With that, he pulls out another cigarette and lights it up before walking out of the GYM with a grin on his face. Once he's sure he's out of earshot, the man would seem to hold a conversation with himself.</i> M: &quot;Heh, you gotta admit man. That was a fun one right? Kamen Rider... Never heard of them before, but if they're all as tough as him. If people like that are common, then maybe this place stands a chance if they show up?&quot; ?: &quot;Perhaps, and perhaps it'd stand a better one if we took some damn charge over something at least. But you already know my thoughts on the matter there, but we can just keep an eye open for now. Either way, I'll be here if needed. As always.&quot; <i>He'd fade into the darkness, the other voice that had spoken from his mouth going silent. At least outwardly. Soon enough he's vanished straight into night's darkness. Wandering the streets aimlessly.</i>

<i>The man whistles upon seeing the speed and power behind Kotaro's blow, inhuman speed or no he can't dodge that. Instead an arm is raised in the face of this certain strike. And those same absurdly tough bones he's used up to now suddenly cover the man's body, thick layers of them coating him and massively raising his defenses. Even with that, they'd crack and fracture showing the Nemissary's bare skin below it which is bruised rather badly. The drawback of this powerful defense is also blatant, his counterattack of a strong double fisted straight punch is far slower than his prior attack. 'merely' reaching the very limits of human speed.</i> &quot;Alright, that one was pretty great actually. I don't like busting out the layers like that, makes me too damn slow. But when there's just no dodging a hit like that well, I don't wanna tax the ole healing factor too bad.&quot;

<i>The man tosses his coat aside as well, revealing a suit of armor that was hidden under it. The entire thing looks to be made out of bones, and he's rather quick to ensure that his foe's blow slams directly into the chest of it. That would allow the right hook to land effectively however, which sends him backward a few feet with a laugh and a smile.</i> &quot;Haha, yeah that's fair! There's a cost to most of my really dangerous stuff anyways, unless I... Well nevermind that for now! My turn!&quot; <i>Even while he blurs into motion at a rapid pace, true to his words prior the man's wounds bruises would lighten somewhat. Followed by sending an only minorly superhuman straight punch towards the other fighter's chest. It's clearly stronger and faster than a human should reach, but only by a bit.</i> &quot;I'll go easy for now in that case! No sense pumping myself up on my magic.&quot;

<i>Crisis Empire? There's something he hasn't heard of before. And the 2020s? That's pre-fall dating system alright, no one from his time frame would say something like that.</i> &quot;Well, seems I'm a man out of time then. I'm from uh... Your dates would call it around 2090 something? I think? We call it something else though. And can't say I've heard of any Crisis Empires, the best way to explain the Brood is... Think of them as zombies I think you might say, connected in a hivemind and ever-mutating while constantly expanding.&quot; <i>The man chuckles and cracks a slightly toothy grin when getting to that bit about what kind of supernatural, clearly slightly amused.</i> &quot;As for what kind I am, to sum up real fast my area of expertise as one might say? I'm inhumanly strong, fast, tough. Plus I can uh... Warp my flesh and bones to serve as a whole lotta crap, that and fast healing. They call us Nemissaries round my parts. But I doubt that name means much to you.&quot;