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~Tick, tick, tick, tick~  The repetition of the grandfather clocks arm movements were surprisingly loud enough for all to hear at the Raging Boar Tavern. Which was even more odd as this was a god damn bar that was quite packed to the brim, the venue itself was silent. The silence would end as murmurs would begin to ensue. "Robs shop got held up yesterday didn't it? Those fucker pirates, there's literally nothing we can do, where are those dick stain monkeys from the Navy when you need em'." The crowd within the bar would remain silent in fear of an eavesdropper. For that's all it took, one tiny piece of information given out and they would be robbed and beaten. But as a deep chill filled the air, an abrupt sound would break the ice.

"Yo chubby, your finest whiskey on the rocks." The attention of the bar would be drawn onto the man who had spoken, as they panned his body noticing his bizarre tattoos and unusual eyes. Without a moments notice the slightly obese bartender would grasp an empty glass and pour the golden brown spirit into a bed of ice before sliding it across the counter toward the awkward man. The glass would glide perfectly across the table before stopping directly into his hand, raising it above his mouth, his crimson hued lenses would glare at the glass as shook it gently, allowing it to swirl clockwise. "As for my payment..... the dip shits to my left will cover me, wont'cha........?" The man would say as he felt quite well, impatient with the whole ordeal. However the men to his left were not too pleased. "You're that Zee Low prick aren't you?" Within the instant their last syllables left their lips, they would gather around Xylo, their beady eyes glaring at him whilst cracking their knuckles in preparation for his answer. "Oh? I guess intimidation is key with you lads. However, I'm just here to drink and piss off, just cover my tab before i break things." Xylo replied as he tipped the glass affront him, allowing its content to rain into his mouth. An unusual way of doing things, however this was simply his style. However, his time of leisure would not continue.

Clouds of dust would erupt from the ground as Xylo's body was flung across the front of the Raging Boar. A light brown tinge would begin to form across his black clothes as he pulled himself up and dusted himself off. "Bastards." He chanted softly as he stretched raising both arms diagonally on either side of him. His neck would loosen allowing his head to gaze upon the sun, noticing the time of day, he would then decide to go get some food. Making his way toward idle buildings and lines of market stalls, a beam of light would blind him from his right, catching his attention he would gaze upon this source, only to see it was the reflection of the sun from a sword being grasped by a slender man in a black overcoat. With quite the bizarre apparel for this kind of weather, Xylo would shrug as he gazed upon the man. What could that weasel do with a sword like that? Such a waste for a good looking sword. Xylo pondered as he refocused and continued his walk through the street.

His hands would raise to his mouth as he lit a cigarette and placed it within his lips before inhaling. His crimson gaze would meet the eyes of attractive women, however it was not as you would think, for their eyes showed fear, as Xylo's appearance wasn't appealing in the slightest. However he didn't care as he roamed only to hear yelling to his side. Curious as to what the commotion was about, he would slowly make his way directly in front of the entrance of the store. "Take Tea and Sweets Shop. Pathetic." Xylo remarked as he gazed upon the store which only grew one of his deepest hates. You see there was something that was in every product of theirs that Xylo disapproved of completely, this being, sugar. So hearing commotion in a building that sold demon candy (in Xylo's terms) was great news for Xylo, as he literally hoped the place would burn, however he would simply lean against the wall of the sweets shop and eavesdrop on the conversations at hand.

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A deep sigh would escape his lips, as the rowdy mercenaries within the sweets store continued with their antics. Xylo would continue smoking whilst listening in on their conversation, until the man he had seen previously would stop a few meters from Xylo, and twist his body toward the store and walk toward it. I wonder.. If he can even hear these assholes breaking shit. Leaning against the wooden beam, his crimson gaze would keep fixated on the gentleman walking into the store. Noticing him being inquisitive, it would seem the whole matter stemmed from his accidental eavesdrop. His left hand would raise to the top of his crown before flicking backward, allowing his fingers to weave through each follicle atop his head. Continuing to gaze, he would notice the overall dynamic of the conversation would swiftly turn after hearing the answer to the lad in the black coats question being ignored. "L....A.....Richards?" It wasn't a name he knew, however he was eager to find out more, for if this could lead to a high bounty then Xylo would be stranded in this shitty island.

Continuing to the antics of the people before him, Xylo couldn't help but notice the aggressors begin to lash out, talking about a 'demon bitch.' The whole conversation was absurd, however Xylo felt like he might actually see the newly bought sword put into action. However Xylo really couldn't see that man do anything, especially due to the fact that it were 5 on 1. The odds were against the man in black, however Xylo truly loved the underdog, so deep down he eagerly wanted the fight to end with the man in black on top. Remaining cool and keeping his composure, Xylo would slowly walk to the entrance, with each step he took being made at each number Ribon declared. It would seem like either parties weren't going to step down, however five on one was incredibly stupid, and if you walk in the lions den, expect to be mauled. Within an instant of his third step, his eyes would fixate on the scenario at hand, noticing the man had looked like he somewhat, fallen asleep. This may have been by far the oddest thing Xylo had seen in a long while, however he would continue to watch as a flintlock would rip out from Ribons jacket and fire onto the black coated man. It was here where Xylo was fully intrigued, as the bullet made its way toward the mans chest, his body would mysteriously move, awkwardly, which in turn would keep his vitals from being struck as the fired round entered his shoulder.

It was truly bizarre, as Xylo watched the man fall to his back, whilst his crimson gaze would notice the blood trickling across the floor. "Oh silly me, to think this man could take on five." Xylo would raise his cigarette to his mouth, allowing it to sit comfortably within two pressed lips before walking into the store. Both his hands would sit within the cotton confines either side of his pants, whilst his gaze would meet those of the shooters and the like. However Xylo would be stopped in his tracks when the pistol was now aimed at him. Xylos eyes would quickly flick toward his right at he noticed the man laying across the ground, however there was some anomolies that needed explaining. Usually a shot like that wouldn't incapacitate someone, but the fact that this man looked to be sleeping before he was shot, it would seem like he may simply be unphased to the pain. Maybe nullified pain receptors or nerve damage in the past? Or perhaps something i don't know off. Interesting. He thought as his gaze flicked back toward the group of mercenaries. "I apologize for intruding, however I am a doctor, and it is my nature to help this man, if you don't want me to tend to his wounds, at least let me clear him from the store so that you turds can enjoy the rest of your day." Turds. His habit of calling people demeaning nouns had slipped, and it would seem the aim was at him, however Xylo knew too well that the pistol that had fired was a flintlock which required a reload to be used again.

"Boys, off with him too." A lone mercenary would briskly walk up to Xylo, before winding his arm backward in preparation of a right hook, and in an instant, the punch would be thrown aiming for Xylo's chin. However, the chin would be intercepted by Xylo's right hand as he caught the fist. "Too slow." His crimson gaze would glare into the agitated grunt. Xylo would keep his cool as he continued to gaze upon the mercenary before him until the edge of a rifle handle would come to view in his peripherals, swaying backward, another mercenary had used Xylo's blind spot to flank him, Xylo not being well prepared would be struck by the weapon, and thus tumble backward outside the store thus letting go of the mans fist. Once again being flung onto the ground, his body would lift itself up, noticing the two grunts he had engaged with were outside with him. His head would feel hazy as he began to enjoy his new wound atop his crown. Adrenaline would pump through his body as he became eager to let loose. And then it happened, something that only happens when blood is in the air; Xylo grinned.

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A silence would fill the air as the three individuals stood still, whilst the two mercenaries stood ready to fight, Xylo would pan the area, plotting and planning what to do next. Gazing upon the rifle held in one of the grunts hands and the other unarmed, Xylo would immediately know what was to happen next. A noise would soon echo through the small district as action would take place within the sweets store itself. Peculiar as Xylo was, he had no time to look at the situation inside as the two mercenaries had made their move. Whilst both men stood affront him, only one would charge at him, whilst the other took aim with his rifle. Whilst a 5 meter gap was between him and his foes, and knowing fully well off the longe range advantage the mercenary had, Xylo would begin charging to the running mercenary, noticing he once was again winding up a right hook. "How petty." Xylo murmured as his grin widened enough to allow the ends of his mouth touch his ears. Xylo would cease running as he placed his body at angle where the sniper had to clear shot, and in that instant, the charging mercenary had closed the gap. The right hook would once again be thrown into Xylo's chin, however this time Xylo would weave to his right whilst bending his knees allowing his center of gravity to be closer to the ground, and utilizing the momentum the mercenary was utilizing, Xylo would catch the striking wrist and twist it anti-clockwise, which in turn would allow the ordinary action to to turn ones body outward, allowing his thrusting knee to connect to the mercenaries chin.

A loud snap would sound as Xylo dropped the unconscious mercenary like a sack of shit. His eyes would widen as blood trickled from his kneecap. However, this blood was not his own. Xylo would then again begin charging at the mercenary with the rifle, however this time he was ever smarter about it, as the gap was only 2 meters and the mercenary had a clear shot at Xylo. "Gotcha." It was too late, and what had seemed like the demise of the gentleman before would repeat itself to Xylo. The mercenaries finger would press hard on the trigger aiming for Xylo's chest. However an elevated arm of Xylo's would reach out in front of the rifle, allowing the bullet to travel into his palm. The bullet would submerge into his flesh and catch into his inner bones. A sharp pain would travel through his arm, as he clenched his fist around the round, but whilst doing so, his left arm would raise, and by launching forward whilst pointing two fingers outward, his fingers would thrust into the eyes of the mercenary. Blood would devour Xylo's hand as his smile would begin to fade.

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"What a mess. Pathetic." These words were murmured by the black haired Usagi as he wrenched his left hand out of the eye socket of the bloody corpse that once was his opponent. Expressionless as he gazed upon his slaughter at his feet. Their life essence would spread across the stone tiles, which would gain the attention of civilians, as they scampered to safety. As he began to regain his stature, a high pitch tone would speak out to him. Noticing that she had referred to him as 'Tattooed Dude,' Xylo would wave, only to notice the near hole in his damn hand. His crimson hued lenses would pan it up and down, analyzing the wound in hope of reaching a better understanding into repairing. After hearing her invitation, Xylo would walk in, however he had no means to eat here, as he truly hated sweets. Walking into the store, Xylo couldn't help but feel nauseous as his blood loss mixed with his hate for sugar would combine into one. However, he was now well aware that the loss of blood would mean he would need more sugar in his blood.

As Xylo made his way into the room, he couldn't help but notice the gentleman seated eating buns, whilst blood was once again scattered across the counters. It was truly surprising as Xylo had never seen someone who was on their ass in one moment, to then dispatch of men in an instant. It was truly quite absurd as Xylo made his way to a vacant seat beside the gentleman with the top hat. Seated with his injured hand within the cotton confines of his pants, and his left hand swooping at the plate before them, latching onto the golden loafs that were to be soon devoured. His fingers would begin to pinch at the break, breaking it piece by piece before launching it into the air, allowing each tiny piece to fall into his mouth, one by one. His crimson gaze would meet the eyes of the supposed shop owner, who at the time was quite annoying, however Xylo would smile in approval of the buns. "As much as I hate sugar, I'm in need of more due to blood loss, please bring more wench." Xylo remarked as his smile dissapeared whilst his hands continued to pick at the buns and flick them into the air. "And, aren't you the interesting fellow. One minute you're down and the next..... well the mess happens." His gaze would then look at the man beside him as he continued to speak. "Whats your name?"

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A crunch would sound as Xylo threw the last piece of his bun into his mouth, as he listened to the man beside him. His attention whilst brought to listening to the man, he couldn't help but multitask as he grabbed a napkin and began to wrap his wounded palm. The plain white napkin would instantly allow his blood to expand across and be absorbed, thus painting the napkin a crimson red in just a few seconds. "Wow. It's a pity I missed half the show, Zeke." After expelling the last syllable, Xylo's train of thought would be interrupted by Zeke's head crashing onto the table. Xylo would instantly begin to analyze his body from a minor distance. Scanning his body remembering the gunshot and noticing where his skin had been pierced in his right shoulder. Assessing the blood flow and him hazing out, blood loss was the major factor, however unless he were to do a full body test, then nerve damage would be a possibility. His hands would reach into his pockets only to elevate a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. Gazing upon Taka as she lay Zeke down before them and confessed to some absurd story of back stabbing.

However Xylo wouldn't flinch to her story, and it would seem as the eyes of Zeke awakened he wasn't quite phased either. It had seemed he had one thing in common, and that was simply a calm composure. And after she had given them a job offer, Xylo would sit there as Zeke made his demands. "Fuck it. I'll tag along, no payment needed. Plus~" Xylo spoke whilst he made his way toward the injured Zeke on the ground. "~if you go with that wound untreated, you're looking at infection, hypovolemic shock, which in turn could lead to death. The good new's however, is I'm in fact a doctor." He concluded as he pointed out to Taka for tweezers, string and to run a needle under boiling water. After gaining the good's Xylo without any permission would reach into the mans shoulder with the tweezers and dislodge the lead bullet out of the wound. Taking precautions he would dab a wet cloth across the tip of the wound as everything he had done would have caused immense pain. Unlucky for his patient, he had no beli for medical equipment, nor for medicine and drugs. He would then look at Zeke. "Apologies in advance." And in instant Xylos fingers would dance across Zekes shoulder, piercing his skin with the needle around the wound, only to stitch the wound together in a matter of seconds. "Give it a few days and you'll regain your blood, in a week you can remove the stitches. However i shall accompany you if you wish to pursue this, well, 'noble quest,' What do you say?"

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Xylo would step out of the kitchen as he wiped his wet hands after completing the minor surgery. "No worries." His reply played elegantly as he kept it short and sweet. Standing as the two affront him exchanged words, he couldn't help but notice the hat being of some importance. The weird, old fashioned black hat? It was bizarre, however Xylo would leave his questions for another day and leave the building.

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