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OOC: Oi, sorry, it's been a while. I just recently switched jobs and am dealing with finals week. I'm a little off on my plotting/writing with Bebbit, so he may be lacking a bit of his general character and perspective.

IC:

Here is a clearing that cannot afford privacy. True, there are plants that run boot-high that could be hiding any sort of treasure or small creature, but the trees are like thin support beams of an empty expanse- far off until the lush greens fade against fog. An eternity of travel could very well be beyond that point, but anything ahead of it would surely be visible. In this clearing, a shugo and a man cloaked in white had barely come into view before being spotted by a newcomer- a man equipped with a peculiar bow and a scimitar at either hip.

"Hello, Bebbit," Said the man whom Bebbit was convinced that he'd seen before. "Who is your friend?"

North. Bright idea! And so it seemed that the North brought complications surpassing those of the West. Now, before Bebbit could comprehend his new involvement with the asmodian, Icarus, he was met by man who bore not only intimidating weapons, but Bebbit's name as well!

Bebbit hesitated a glance at the asmodian and turned to the- what?- friend or foe or customer or assassin? Well he was courteous enough to bow at least. A response was long overdue and Bebbit's first idea wasn't his idea in the first place. "This is my bodyguard, Ketsen." Ketsen? Did Bebbit have to name his bodyguard for the richest customer he ever cheated? "He's not a talker you see, Mr.- errr."

This was obviously no coincidental meeting.

Tag: Surudoi, Icarus (if you'd care to contribute to my lies)