The story she told was a three part musical about a Desiertan flower girl who tried her best to bring peace to her country but met only with ruin. In act one, she was an idealist who protected a Joyan sakura tree in her garden, which was an inexplicable act of nature that nobody was able to explain.
In act two, internal conflict resulted in a civil war for control of the city she lived in. For the sake of her family and for the tree she had protected, she took up the art of magic to defend her people from themselves.
In act three, she had suffered defeat after defeat, barely escaping with her life each time, and turned to dark magic to shorten the skill gap between her and her enemies in the rebel faction. With this power she grew mad, and destroyed entire districts, blazing a path of death by herself. At the end of it all, she hadn't realized she had destroyed her own flower shop, focused only on the deaths of the rebel soldiers. It ends with her standing over the corpse of one of the enemy's generals, her brother who had risen in the ranks of the rebel faction, and cried herself into a deep slumber from which she would never awaken.
Tomoe was confused by the end, wondering how much of it was true. When she said she would 'share some of herself', was this what she meant? It was too much to think about for one night, though. As the performance wrapped up and she had said her goodbyes, an employee stopped Tomoe as he was getting out of his seat. Inside was a massive amount of jewels. Shocked that she had followed through on her promise, Tomoe looked down to the stage which was closing its curtains. She looked back at him, and right before the curtains would break their eye contact, she shot him a knowing glance and nodded her head.
This set Tomoe off, and he was tired of being confused and messed with tonight. Good faith? Good faith didn't pay the bills. He'd gotten some money, sure, but he hadn't gotten enough money. It was time to get ballsy with it, really push his boundaries with these people.
"Alright, time to hand over the rest of the money, bud. I know you got some on ya.", Tomoe said to the employee who handed him money, pulling out his bow.
Without even giving the man time to respond or think, an arrow shot through his skull and out the other side. Rummaging through his pockets to scavenge for loot, he barely heard the screams of panic from the guests who had, up to this point, held in their anxiety in Tomoe's presence. Picking up on this, disappointed with his haul, decided to end the night with a little tragedy of his own, Joyan criminal style. He got to work, blasting at the rich VIPs who dressed up all fancy to make it out here. He collected trinkets and jewelry, and Tomoe's lemur even came around to join in on the fun! Together they killed at least six or seven VIPs before the rest made it out, and that was definitely a good haul.
By the time he was done, he had made out like a bandit. This would definitely get him some prime drinks and maybe even some upgrades in his future. He gave a small high-five to his lemur, who was biting off some guy's fingers for food. Together, they exited, satisfied at the conclusion of their night. Tomoe would keep that woman in his mind, and look out for her should he hear of a songstress in the future.
WC: 2,500/2,500
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