<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Nearly immediately, Liselle's pale lips bloomed into a pleasant smile in the girl's direction... Russel taking a step back now so that the two were standing right next to each other as he kept just the lightest conscious distance from the scarred, and clearly distrustful, man. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"It's very much a pleasure to meet you! We're clearly not from the same place, you're far too polite to come from where this man came from."</span> Those slender hands of hers motioned back towards Russel who simply wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back as the hostility spiked between the demoness and the other pair of people. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Oh dear... you're surely a wonderful girl but your companion is about as eloquent as a horse's ass. You shouldn't ever let your expression dip from a poker face, this is a new world after all. Would you execute a demon raised as a human for no reason other than their blood? My morals are crooked but that doesn't quite seem like a pious thing to do. She was human before being reincarnated since she came from my world, isn't that enough to lower the hostility?"</span> His words and body language didn't match up in the slightest as he pulled his own sister away a few more steps before quickly taking his shield out in the case that the increasingly more aggressive Jason did in fact blow the entire escalation into a real fight.<br/>
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Still, while the brother seemed more than content watching the two groups he felt nothing for rip each other's throats out... his sister seemed to be every emotion that he, himself had already cast out.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Please don't point your weapons at each other! Of course we're all strangers in a foreign world, it's natural to be afraid and not trust anyone! ...But if either of you hurt or kill the other, the relationships and memories we might've shared with one another fade for eternity just for one stupid, rage-filled mistake."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> </span>Almost everyone had immediately sided against Cain and his companion, but holding her hand to her heart she knew just how hostile that would come off as. People did stupid things when they were cornered, there was no one who taught this lesson better than her brother did.<br/>
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She wouldn't get a chance to try and talk more as Jason's phone quickly rung-- <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Damn, most useful thing said by anyone here so far. I need to know why I started off broke. You can't pay loan sharks without legal tender or blood... so where the hell did my coins go off to?"</span> Russel muttered angrily, the cheeky note serving more to annoy him than the fact that he had started in the world as completely broke. Still no comment on whose side he took, but Russel immediately followed after Jason, his shield still cautiously in one hand. The man had absolutely no obligation to get along with the two behind him and wasn't intending to do so unless it could turn a profit for him in some way. Avarice truly did drive his every intention.<br/>
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Liselle on the other hand, immediately lagged behind... waiting patiently in front of the two until they'd start walking. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Cain... and Marina, right? I'm Liselle... though introductions might be the last thing you're concerned with right now. I'm sorry for my brother's bluntness. It seemed like everyone turned against you in some way or another... but if it wouldn't be too much of a problem, may I hear more about your world, Marina? At least until we get to the town?"</span> She had a sinking feeling that asking Cain would only result in the most definitive rejection humanely possible, but the very same vibes came from those cerulean eyes that, at one point, were awfully warm.</span><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="188" data-username="@Layali" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/188/">@Layali</a><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">---</span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><i> ~ The First Battle ~</i><br/>
</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Immediately, the nature of two of their companions would be revealed out... one was a maniacal, hooded psychopath and the other was so strictly adherent to moral justice that he didn't give a shit about killing another man. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Stop, stop, stop!"</span> In fast motions, the large shield blocked the hooded figure's body from the front, blocking the hail of arrows that were coming his way as a hand went on his chest.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "I get it, you're like a little kid whose diving through a bag of candy, killing must make you ecstatic, right?We need to be conscious of our actions here though. No one is going to sell you any ingredients if you fucking kill like it comes as naturally breathing, Jason!" </span>A thick, frigid blast of ice smashed into his shield... though he stood fast before taking his lance off his back and smashing the frost that accumulated on his shield with a satisfying snap. Moving forward step by step, he made no motions to attack as he simply continued to turtle behind his shield until he was close enough to feel the snap of a blade against the wall in front of him.<br/>
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In a quick movement, he rebutted the blade before smashing his shield forward and trapping the man against the floor with the blunt edge of Russel's shield pressed up against his throat. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Alright, surrender quietly or these two bloodthirsty hounds drink your blood up like it's a fine wine." </span>The shield continued to hold his hostage as the man pinned to the floor quickly gave his fight up... and those surrounding Russel were far too hesitant to take a move. If logically seen, this fight could've possibly been won by the guards had the two behind him not come into it in such a... blazing and destructive manner. A majority of the damage was the paralyzing trauma that was inflicted, at least at the current moment.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Well? Have a heart, Jason. I know you're mad from what happened before but some woman gave birth to these guys and would likely be heartbroken to see them gone."</span> As if he cared about some crap like that, if his two companions went on a rampage it'd be impossible to gather information in order to figure out where to gamble. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Of course, there's still eleven to go if you two are feeling particularly depraved today."</span> Russel's demand for surrendering only really worked on the five closest to him, including the man he had pinned down to the ground with his buckler. </span><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="114" data-username="@Andraus" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/114/">@Andraus</a><a class="username" data-user-id="203" data-username="@SuperKamiGuru" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/203/">@SuperKamiGuru</a>