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*Coach Guante tips his hat slightly* "It is no problem, dear lady. A true gentleman is not bothered by such things. Now, if you are all refreshed, we shall proceed to the Boxador Waiting Room."

*The group proceeds through the building until they reach a door that says "Retador" ....but the lettering seems to morph to resemble "Challenger". They're about to enter, but are stopped by a a rent-a-cop.*


"Perdon, but this room is reserved for authorized personnell only. What's more, you're foreigners. No hay entrada." *The guard's indifference is pretty pronounced. So many ******** are not given here.*

*Coach Guante adjusts his sunglasses, strokes his moustache, and he throws his tie over his shoulder like a scarf as he walks up to the rent-a-policia.*



"Pardon me, dear boy, but this lady is my trainee's Lady of Faith. I believe all the arrangement have been made. Would you please allow them to pass to the Challenger's room. As mandated by the Primario Boxa Libre Asociación de Reglamentos' official rulebook...." *He pulls out a notebook that says PAR on it from under his hat. Apparently he's been practicing proper posture like a sir this entire time. He opens the book to the appropriate section and recites it as follows:*

"'Any lady approved by the PAR as a Lady of Faith (1) must be given equal rights to other Ladies of Faith. She and the party of her choosing must be allowed access to their Boxador Vasallo's (2) activities, which include:


A. Boxador Vasallo Ranked Bouts - PAR mandated Ranked Boxa Libre Matches that are exclusively set in La Monarquía de Pluma Relámpago offical arenas.


B. Boxador VasalloTravel Arrangements - Including but not limited to:

I. Orientation Seminars

II. Vasallo Exhibition Bouts - unofficial practice Boxa Libre matches that does no affect Boxador Rank. Unofficial arenas may be used.

(NOTE: Exhibition matches may take place outside of La Monarquía de Pluma Relámpago.)

1. Lady of Faith - an offically PAR-approved woman that consents to serve as an honor-bound pillar of faith to a Boxador under their chosen persona.

2. Boxador Vasallo- An officially PAR-approved candidate or officially ranked athletic practitioner of Boxa Libre that is bound to represent, and fight in the honor of, a consenting Lady of Faith under their chosen persona.

(NOTE: Lady of Faith participation of events not directly related to their Boxador Vasallo's match must be aprpoved by PAR on a case-by-case basis.) '."

*He shows the section to the security guard, places it back under his hat* "There is no rule against about a Lady of Faith being from another land, and Señiorita Sara Soto officially represents El Temblor Verde in today's opening match. If you insist on delaying us further, then you will have to explain to La Árbitra that today's opening match will be cancelled because of you."

*The security guard first shows surprise that the man has the rulebook, then annoyance as he reads the entire section, then finally accepts the ticket....with great reluctance, then inspects it carefully. It's true that it was approved with the offical PAR seal. He looks at Sara carefully for a few moments, then he raises his eyebrow again. His mildy annoyed yet bored expression changes to flat-out disdain. He tries to hide it with an awkward smile, but the contempt is palpable.*



"Ah...Señiorita Sara Soto. My most sincere apologies. I'm honored acknowledge you, a foreign mujer, to have equal rights, as is my country's laws, to an unranked nobody. Enjoy your visit....please."

*the guard glares at Sara, but lets everyone pass.*



"Gracias....I appreciate....your cooperation...." *He turns to the group* "If you would please follow me, I shall take you to see Verde." *Coach Guante moves past the guard and enters the room.*

*Berkana whispers to Kyrie:*

"That was so cool! xd

*Berkana sticks out her tongue at the guard and giggles, then follows Coach Guante.*

Wagner, a little taken aback by the sudden impassioned rule recital, followed the others by the salty police officer, tipping his spectacles - for lack of appropriate head wear under which might be stored a wealth of informative reading materials - at the man "Most appreciated sir, thank you kindly" he said, ever wishing to maintain an air of politeness, regardless of whether or not this was out of completely misinterpreting the less than subtle vitriol in the policeman's words.

*The guard is surprised to be treated with courtesy after showing his disdain. She had wished him a good day, after all of that? How...kind...He tips his hat at her.*



"Gracias Señoritas. Perhaps....I was too quick to judge. Usually I am outright ignored or yelled at by most mujeres. Please enjoy your stay." *He's much more sincere this time and walks past the old man.* "Señor....being a man in this country....it's not easy."

*he tends to his duties elsewhere.*


They open the door and see Verde sitting on a bench. He's being inspect by a ...rather strange looking masked man. Coach Guante approaches him.*



"¿How is El Temblor Verde, doctor?"

*The man looks more like a tribal priest than what most people think of for a physician. He's also sporting a plague mask and a very "day of the dead" style bag with medical equipment. He also is sporting Boxa Libre gloves and shoes, so perhaps he is also a Boxador? Next to him appears to be a small creature resembling an etherial skeletal coyote. Despite its jarring presence, the doxador, Verde, Coach Guante don't seem bothered by it in the slightest.*


"El Temblor Verde's set to. Blood pressure, breathing, and hand-eye coordination are fine....but there's still something curious after the physical examination: his left shoulder. ¿Did you know he suffered a bullet wound there? What's strange is that there are no signs of surgery, only a bit of scar tissue. It's only slightly weaker and he's fit to fight. I can't figure it out."

"As I have already mentioned, my good fellow, that I was treated by a local physician. She was..." *he looks up to see his friends. He gets up and nearly trips over himself running over to them. He adjusts his monocle to try and save face.*

"Sara....you made it!" *He smiles widely under his mask, then looks to the others.* "Señorita Dendrobis, Señor Jien, Señor Wagner, Señora Kyrie, Señora Abedul. Truly...I must be the most fortunate rookie in El Hexágono Menor to have such wondrous companions. I hope your stay in Pluma de Relámpago so far."

Jien signs to his friend

[[This is a most wonderful opportunity to observe your culture. We have seen so much already. I wish you success in your sport activities.]]

Shadow flew back to Kyrie when she called him over. However at her words he realized his error and looked rather apologetic. Shadow turned to apologize to the door man but the door man had left. So Shadow squeaked an apology to Kyrie.

Sara missed the interaction between Shadow and the security guard or she would have chided Shadow herself. Maybe it was better for Shadow to be chided by Kyrie than Sara, Kyrie was someone Shadow looked up to so it was more likely to stick.

Sara however rushed to hug Verde. "Hi Verde!" She said happily. "I wouldn't miss it! It is your debut match!" She said to him clearly excited for him. "The people here have been really nice so far and the food and drinks are delicious too! I can't wait to see you out there!" She said beaming at him. Yep, Sara was excited to see Verde again.

Wagner smiled back at Verde as much as his partial necrosis would allow "Fantastic to see you again dear fellow, your curious land has so far been full of exciting and delightfully confusing things" the alchemist replied, giving a slight not towards the ecstatic sportsman "I am very much anticipating these 'boxa libre' contests of yours" he struggled somewhat with the foreign pronunciation as he attempted to blend it as seamlessly as possible into his normal cadence.

It was not too long before - spying the odd looking doctor - Wagner was distracted by a surge of curiosity, stepping up to the crazy looking physician his expression set somewhere between pleasant enthrallment and escaped psychiatric patient.

"Oh, sir doctor" he amiably greeted "Pardon me, but might I ask of your arts? This mask you wear instantly reminded me of ones I am familiar with back in my own lands" he went on, perhaps referring to the striking similarity between the feathery doctors mask and that of plague doctors from less modern times "The rest of your attire is quite strange to me though, you must tell me of your countries sciences, what techniques or alchemical tonics and potions might you make use of? Are you aseptic?" Wagner was perhaps starting to border on rather invasive questions to ask a complete stranger, though as always he did so in as polite a manner as he could muster, which on the whole maybe just served to make the situation more awkward as opposed to less.