Jane
*Daniel frowned as each of Kuouo's contacts didn't pick up the call, looking slightly disheartened until Kuouo brought up his master plan. Looking solemnly out over the ledge as he heard Kuouo's name echo across the city, he turned back to him with an ever so slightly worried look in his eyes. He wasn't quite looking forward to the duels, but he wasn't going to back down either. Silently, he lit a cigarette and watched as he and Ha made their deal, nodding in approval at Kuouo's willingness to part with it. If it meant that it was kept safe, Dan wouldn't have any objections. As for the new occupant of their group, Dan was slightly skeptical, but that was just in his nature. He was right, people aren't usually just wandering in parking garages, but he seemed trustworthy enough.*

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"Thanks fer the good luck wishes. Keep that fish safe, y'hear? We come this far, no point t' losin' it now."
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*Kuouo was right. It was time to get going soon, as they had just called his name, and an announcer had just called Dan's own name not too long before that. How did... Whatever. Best not to think about it before now. If they had the power to somehow know he was going to join without hearing it from him, it seemed more of a good idea not to pry into it.*
Jose
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Kuouo smiled as the two gripped each other's palms, sealing the deal. The fire instantly increased in temperature for a split second, morphing into fiery knot that managed to singe both of their hands. The two were now magically bound to their oaths as Kuouo's name echoed throughout the streets of the festival, bellowed by the Captain of the Guard. His eye twitched — How did they even know that he was going to join the damn thing!? Must've been that foresight bastard — But it mattered not. The bandit smirked, "Thanks, but I won't need it." He cockily smirked, his voice oozing with an almost-ignorant confidence. "But, good luck t' ya too! Keep that fish safe or else!" He playfully threatened, scooping Daniel up bridal style once more and approaching Cicada. "Y'oughta get down t' the duelin' arenas too. Ya don't wanna be late like me an' Daniel 'ere, daheh!" 
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And off the bandit goes with his best friend bobbing up and down in his grasp, leaping off the ledge without a fear in the world as they made their way to the **Margo Aeternitatis.**

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By the time the bandit arrived to his arena, Daniel had already been set down at the entrence of the event. Making his way through the arena, he managed to lock eyes with the captain. A moment of tense, disgruntled silence between the two electrified the air, suddenly interrupted by a handful of kebab skewers thrown at the bandit's face by a crowd of booing Medei. The bandit clenched his paws, fire erupting from his breath, "YER ASSES ARE LUCKY YER UP IN THE STANDS 'R ELSE I'D COOK YA ALIVE!"

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He shot a fireball at the bundle of skewers on the ground, disintegrating them instantly before crossing his arms in a huff. Grinding his teeth at having to reap the infamy he's sown, the bandit eventually stepped up to the zone he was assigned to, awaiting his opponent to finish their recovery. In the meantime, he flagged down the Royal Physician, waving his paw up into the air and crudely yelling, "Yo doc! Lemme get my horns fixed up before I step in, will ya?"

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Justin
Upon being beckoned by one of the to-be participants, the corvine Medei approached, upright and long in stride, both winged arms folded behind his back. He took some part surprise in the audience's reaction, and some part understanding — altogether, however, for one holding a royal position, the Physician seemed rather indifferent towards Kuouo's infamy himself. He took his position as a healer as eminent above all, forming no personal prejudices one way or another.

 A faint, white mana glowed within his irises, the Royal Physician placing two claws to his beak as he examined Kuouo more carefully. Most other participants had only suffered minor contusions, some moderate-to-major bruisings, lacerations, contusions, burns, and gunshot wounds; the bandit's was the first of an entirely-missing extremity.

*`"Hmm... You're not in the best condition,"`* He commented, though that was rather self-evident. *`"Signs of shortscale regeneration via mana replenishment are evident, but incomplete... You've tried healing yourself with a rather hearty meal, have you?"`*

The healer nodded, the mana within his eyes fading as he completed his brief examination. His finger swiped up, diagonally down, to the right, curling in toward the center, then forward — he was tracing a rune — as mana swirled thinly at his fingertips, the spell concluding with the appearance of a large glass vial of a clumpy, meal-like white powder. Seeing as Kuouo had lost his horns at this very festival, it still remained within his domain to heal, and thus heal it he would. Magic swirled into a rush of small, glimmering, free-floating white stars of mana that hovered just beyond his clawed fingertips: a more elaborate variation on a simple magic spell, tremendously fast-acting and enough even to replace entirely-absent pieces of a Medei's body. The powder swirled through the air and perfused the site of the wound, and, conjoined with the spell, made Kuouo's horns whole once more. 

*`"It's not perfect,"`* He commented, squinting tightly at the luster of the horns; they were neither the exact same color nor exactly the same shape as Kuouo's horns were before, *`"But your body should accept them. Now..."`*

With a finger hovering just beyond Kuouo's forehead and between both horns, the Royal Physician muttered a short spell, permeating Kuouo's entire body with a fast-working regenerative magic spell. The mana-suffusion was enough to grant a natural wholeness back to his horns, and even served to regenerate both the lingering wounds he was and was not aware of throughout his body.

*`"That will conclude your treatment. Your battle awaits you."`*
Jose
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"More than hearty I suppose, I can eat anyone outta house and home if I had th' chance." Kuouo beamed, patting his rather sturdy abdomen. The bandit's pupils followed the corvine's clawed digit, slightly swirling his head around a bit just before the spell was finalized. Presto! The Medeian physician had worked their magic, returning Kuouo's horns to a newfound glory. Kuouo locked his eyes upward, exploring his re-grown horns with his paws and tapping the tip of them with his index finger. Sharper and sturdier than ever. With a confident smile on his face, Kuouo pat the royal physician on the shoulder. 
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"'Ppreciate it, doc! Horns don't ever stay the same throughout life, so y'oughta just go with the flow, daheh!" Turning to step towards the arena, Kuouo glanced back at the doctor and tapped his chin. "Now if you could only do the same for a motorcycle... Ah well, whatever. Later!" And so the bandit, now fully regenerated, faced the opposite side of the arena, awaiting lady luck's decision on the simple coin toss.
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