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Driving down the boardwalk, his eyes stared only straight ahead, not paying attention to much of anything else.

He bit his lower lip as he started remembering the Marketplace again.

He felt sick to his gut... literally tied up in a knot. He had nearly lost himself in the bloodlust... again. The prospect of fighting... nearly overwhelming...



His eyes shut slightly as he winced.

Another jab in his stomach.

The bike seemed to swerved slightly to the side, before he regained control, exhaling sharply.

"Sorry---." He responded to the tightening of Alex' grip on stomach. He hadn't really ridden with passengers before...

Charles passed through in his Viper on the way to the Gambling District. Fortunately the crowds had disappated. But dancing fruit was everywhere....

Nascen was pissed. And not just a little either.

"See, this is what happens when you make an a** of yourself. You're a professional mercenary, pro-fesh-un-al. Now our employer is out there somewhere, and injured what's more. And we don't really have much way to find him. Splendid." he sighed, and reclined way back in his seat, tapping his fingers hard on the side of the jeep. "Jacknife, find us someplace where we can settle in for a little privacy and plan things out. We've gotta go looking for him, and the petals, but we need a plan first... and some discipline apparently."

"Jacknife, head off that way, let's get a hotel room, get a gameplan, and head back out to look for our employer, okay?" Nascen said, glaring out down the side of the jeep, tempted to spit. "I think we're going to fall behind if we pause for too long... we've got a lot of priorities now and we need to get them straight and get to them as fast as we can."

Shouyin rolled slowly down the boardwalk, fingers tapping against the hood of the car as he steered with his right hand. It was pretty damn late, but there were still the bar crowds floating about, and even if there wasn't a lot of people, this wasn't the best place to get caught speeding. Tch'ing at the pedestrians he continued along, looking for a place to grab something to eat.

Reasonably enough, the half-golem hadn't had the time to touch a meal the entire day. He'd picked something up in Durem, but instead of grabbing lunch in Barton, he'd found Myst, and thus headed north without sustenance. Maybe a chocolate bar while he was filling up the Impala portside, but after that dragon incident, he was exhausted and starving. The only places open though seemed to be bars, busy with tourists who only wanted to drown their livers rather than fill their stomachs.

He sighed and kept going, hoping for an open grill or fast food place or something.

Shouyin was still driving along, green eyes shining with excitement at the prospect of eating at the open restaurant he spotted half a kilometre down the boardwalk. He couldn't read the sign from here, but he could already imagine that well-cooked steak with salt and pepper and those seasoned curly fries, all getting washed down with a smooth Coke.

"Oh yeah."

There was no warning, not even a shiphorn. The mighty passenger boat just rode up over the beach and straight through the restaurant, -his- restaurant. His jaw dropped as his heart plummeted and his stomach roared with fury. He had no idea who was responsible for this atrocity, but they were going to pay, pay something fierce.

Like, $22.75 for that meal he could've had.

"This is the worst night ever."

Enter, stage Northeast.

The wolf came to a skidding halt at the ensuing chaos... a ferryboat was embedded in the shoreline, and people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. This seemed... 'chaotic,' was a nice word for it. It was worth checking out.

Shifting out of Feral and up to Transitional, he made his way forward to see if any glowing balls were the cause of the mayhem.