Approached in a Tavern (Dual Training)

Jigokugakure Tavern. A magical place where the oddities of Pandora come together to indulge and share in the substance known primarily in these parts as piss. It was quite traditional in style, much like the rest of this village, with a wooden decor and old fashioned bar. Made solely from large wooden support beams, stone walls and rock tiled flooring, it wasn't ever the most enticing place in the pandorian empire, yet to many it could be considered a second home. Regulars of varying species, shapes and curses were always flooding its tables regardless of the time of day or night. After all, the undead need to spend their eternal days somehow, right? Of course, the bar was at the front, filled with both kegs and taps alike, offering the very best from both new and old ages in terms of liquor, with the old fireplace not far away from that. Tables were scattered randomly around both the bottom and second floor, with candles as the main source of lighting in all those hard to reach places. All in all, its nothing special, more a shithole if anything, where all the scum of the empire come to drink, fight and love.

Tumu sat at his usual spot at the back, a table to himself despite the hole being as busy a ever. Arm wrestling at the front, drinking games in the middle. A fight at the front door. A man laying dead in the corner with no one playing any notice. And gambling and random banter spread throughout the entire area. Scum the lot of them. Tumu's table was empty, excluding the three empty bottles, a half filled mug of who knows what, and his head, resting on its side, while he poured a bottle of rum into his mouth, spilling half of it, before continuing to sing alone. Old pirate songs, sounding fairly jolly, but telling a story of death and betrayal. The only other man joining in was an old fart laying spread out across the ground beside him. Tumu's age changes often. Although he is most likely younger then all these men in here, his timeline is distorted, his current form actually well into his mid twenties. Dressed almost like an old fashioned bounty hunter, with the hat on the ground, the scarf around his neck, rifle resting on his chair, and all that leather strap'y stuff.

Being an Apprentice Knight it was Amamiya's duty to seek someone of Silver ranking or higher to become her mentor. Rather than being assigned to one the Knights of Pandora had to seek them. Amamiya didn't know of many, but the most notorious that didn't seem overly scary was a man known as Tumu, a Gold Knight that spent most of his time at some tavern. Surprisingly, the man was incredibly easy to find as one nearly needed to ask one of the bars for his location. Upon doing so the young girl had made her way down to the Jigogakure Tavern.

She heard a ton of noise from the inside, though it was all jumbled together that she could barely make any of it out. It was dark out and the lights were on but seemed to be dimmed somewhat for those with a Vampire cs from Carmen. After taking a calming breath and clearing her mind, Amamiya opened the door only to have someone fall against her. She would let out a ear rattling scream as a second body followed, punching into the first. Amamiya's scream was cut short as a splash of blood landed on her and sent her into shock. Suddenly eight massive blades attached to thick chains appeared out of her hair, each blade twenty feet long, plenty large enough to rip up the two on top of Amamiya as well as the tavern, though the tavern would just be accidental. The blades poised to strike at Vacuum Release speeds. Would the men stop and remove themselves from Amamiya? Would they ignore her and continue fighting at the risk of the Blades piercing through their body? Or would someone intervene?

The men would continue to punch on despite the blades tearing their skin. It didn't matter too much anyway, they were undying, and as such, they would live until old age. But it was stupid to continue with all the blood, because then it gets slippery. Unconsciously, the two men would back their fight up, moving away from the girl yet not stopping with their blows. A man at the nearest table would whistle at the new cute little girl to walk in their den. It was honestly rare to see something so little and adorable walking around in Pandora, let alone entering a place such as this. Another guy would nudge his friend with his elbow and motioning towards her. Luckily nobody made their moves yet. The only women in this place are the ones who rip arms from sockets with little effort, and look the part. In any case, despite the screaming and the cuttings and the blades in the hair, Tumu didn't really respond much, instead he'd pour more rum into his mouth, still trying to sing throughout the action. Afterwards he'd pour the contents in the bottle off the side of the table, getting it perfectly in the mouth of the old fart who also tried to sing while drinking. Coughing half back up again.

Once the fighting immortals moved on the blades lifted to the full eighty foot long reach to lift Amamiya onto her feet. Her eyes had a cold stare to them as she wiped away the blood, her eyes moving toward the two fighting with murderous intent. But after a deep breath she looked away and the blades disappeared into a fine mist. She stepped into the bar, a small path now made as people were somewhat either amazed or scared or just didn't feel like making the building crash down on them by doing something to cause the building to fall by the blades appearance, after all they liked to drink there. Amamiya sat at the bar near Tumu and waited for the bartender to see to her. "Hello. I'm looking for a man by the name of Tumu. Gold Knight. I hear he often comes here to get something to drink."

The crying bartender would wipe his tears and stroot over all grumpy as he saw the girl sit at his bar for a drink. His first intentions were to abuse her and force some kind of payment to compensate for the damage, any kind of payment really. Fortunately she spoke first. Tumu...Why was she after Tumu of all people. His face changed in a heartbeat, from pissed to pleasant. He didn't even open his mouth, just pointed to the round table at the back where Tumu was seated. He then proceeded to place a bottle of rum in front of her. Be it for herself, or as a gift to him at the back. Following those two actions, he'd step backwards, waiting for her to leave before breathing a sigh of relief. It wasn't as though Tumu was scary or anything. It was more his influence. One of the few to simply walk in on Carmen's meetings like he belonged. Apprentice to one of the gods of Pandora Xander Ibwa, first member of the TLAH Order. It was honestly just too much drama to mess with him. As all this happened, Tumu would roll off his table and fall onto the floor, his rifle managing to remain balanced on the other side of the chair. Drowning his face in yet more rum.