How did it come to this? She was here to see a show of wooden puppets and a stage performance of kabuki style dance and music. So why, just why did it come to her being on stage and harassed, again of all things? yes, again. She often found herself getting into situations like this since coming to Hosenka.

Between being shaken down for simple money to getting wrapped up in the falling out of a guild she had just joined, it seemed that wherever she went, Lorelei was doomed to attract the attention of these 'Yakuza'. Men of organized crime who believed in a head for an eye, a limb for a tooth, giving back more than what they perceived as a slight.

Sure,s he may not be on the best of terms with them, but to send goons after her almost constantly? Well, at least they were good practice to sstay physically fit. The amnesiac maid might have forgotten her past and who she was supposed to be looking for, but one thing stuck, fighting instincts.

The first generation water dragon slayer, the azure striker, Lorelei Laguna Lakefield, stage left. On the stage right, there were a good ten men dressed up in business attire wielding various wooden and metal instruments of war, ready to dole out some pain.

At the audience end of the stage a crowd was gathered to cheer on for a good unpaid full on fist fight.

"Are you serious? They aren't even using their fists!" She belted out in reply to someone saying that she should just slug them. Of course when she turned her head to speak, a flintlock pistol was lifted and a high pressure jet of water was shot in her direction.

The pink haired girl turned the moment she smelled it, her nostrils flaring to the scent of 'spiced water' as best she could describe it. Her head turned and with the reflex of a ravenous beast, she bit down on the projectile in the midst of its flight and swallowed it.

Sighing as her arms went lax, she rolled her shoulders back and let her hood fall from her head, "Okay, I'm back to full energy, you guys really need to learn your lesson with that stuff, or don't." She assumed her claw based fighting stance, those draconic eyes glaring them down. Time to put on a show!

She didn't often understand what these yakuza types were saying, she only spoke a bit of language from the various countries around Earthland that she could remember, and only then it was minimalist for conversations. For the amnesiac, that wasn't enough to assuage these men who were more than keen on leaving welts and wounds on her body for all the trouble she put them through!

After her little display of devouring water, and the sight of those draconic eyes, they seemed to falter for a moment. Between them, they were muttering to each other about telling 'aniki this' 'aniki that', whoever aniki was, she heard the word enough.

She rolled her head back, craning her neck as the joints stretched and the audible crack could be heard. With her shoulders lifting and lowering, she felt the vim and vigor putting pep in her step as the rogue voice of a fellow Fioran reached her ears, "What? Oh, right!" She nodded while readying herself.

The first man came forward, wooden sword ready in hand as the blade morphed around, taking on the form of a large muscular arm that swung down for Lorelei as she made a move in as well. Even if she wasn't a dragon herself, just seeing those serrated teeth and those slit-pupil eyes of hers was enough to unnerve some. Nerves were half of the battle!

She just reached up, fingers pointed out as water condensed around them in a rushing flow, the pressure enough to dig into that wooden fist and stop it in its tracks!

"What the hell?!" Shouted the man, who had the sword wrested from his grasp while a simple, smaller fist, came up and struck him square in the jaw, enough force to hoist him from his place upon the ground and send him back several inches alone.

The next two men came in, one wielding iron knuckles that tried to get in a good pair of jabs and a gut punch. The other was someone who was wielding a simple bow!

Lorelei's hand still grasping the wooden fist as the sword returned to normal, let go of the weapon to grab the training katana midair and bring it around like a club. "I've had it with you idiots! First it's over like, five hundred jewels! Now you want more money?! Pay your own bills!" She clocked the guy clear across the eyebrow, just as one of the fists connected with her jaw and an arrow whizzed by, slicing her cheek.

With two down in one swift motion, she lurched back and brought a hand in front of her mouth, as if ready to play a trumpet. With the phantom instrument in hand, Lorelei bent back forward, cheeks puffed out as a magic circle formed in front of her balled up fist, out came a torrent of water that washed the rest of the ruffians away off of the stage.

SHe just sighed after that, arms dangling loosely at her sides, "At this rate I'm going to need another bath house day..."

She hadn't the foggiest clue that people were betting on her, had she known she may have tried to get a cut of the profits for being the one involved with the tussle, after all, she needed some more Jewels to get out of this city with supplies for the road! Whenever that time came.

After having mopped the floor with those goons and sending them running, Lorelei took a moment to just catch her breath, until the voice of a Fiorian caught her attention. She turned toward the noise in question and met eyes with this person who approached her.

"Like you would not believe, I'm not one to turn down a free tea time! Will there be any snacks too?" She inquired while putting her hands behind her head, twisting to the left and then to the right. The tomboy maid just cracking her back and neck as if trying to get the kinks out.

"Name's Lorelei by the way. Lorelei Lakefield Laguna. Some people call me Trip-L. Some people call me Trouble. I don't know if we met before, I'm generally trying to find anything to jog my memory." She would introduce herself on the way to the tea house, whatever tea house they were going to would know her by now, Lorelei had earned herself a reputation, a few of them. With how she was prone to just making choices on the fly.

The girl was known to be a trouble maker by accident, she had a strange power, and her proclivity to flirt with other ladies without any worry caused eyebrows to be raised.

"So those guys call themselves yakuza, any idea what that means? They just want more and more money from me the more I send them packing, and it's gotten to be a bit of a problem."

After a little bit of talking with this person and making sure they knew what was up, Lorelei excused herself from the conversation,s tepping back and heading on off. They were going to regroup soon, normally when she came across these goons they went off and gathered up larger numbers.

Seeing how the dragon slayer didn't really feel like fighting her way through dozens of fighters, or wind up with another set of bruises, she had to get out of there before it was too late. Plus getting off the stage would allow the proper performers to take the spotlight.

As she saw herself off though, she had a brief flash of a memory, wincing in pain at the shock of a memory of her doing various performances, trying her hardest to vividly remember what was going on, who she was performing for, or what she was doing.

Alas, just as quickly as the memory came in, it flew away, leaving her panting with a sense of loneliness, "They're coming more frequently, but I still can't remember anything from any of them." She sighed before getting up to her feet.

As she left the area, another of the goons tried to rush her and get a cheap shot in. He just got a fist to the nose and sent backwards.

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