<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong><em>Sha Wuqing</em></strong></span></span><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a7/fa/69/a7fa6911dd4ca7f05fbedf681450288a.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331816.msg15825236#msg15825236)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Power Level:</strong>260;<strong>Power Up:</strong>210<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>60;<strong>Hits:</strong>120;<strong>Move:</strong>5<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>N/a<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Getting a Job? Getting a Job!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Rue {M}<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Sha's meandering travels through the Tourist district were, for the most part, uninteresting. He wasn't quite as unique in North City as he might be in other places, as Fighters were starting to flock around the melting pot of the Tournament's qualifiers. Equally, he wasn't quite as flashy as some of the others who'd either already made a name for themselves as combatants, or who had focused on over-exuberant forms of martial arts. Apart from his unique look: The flowery tattooes; the simple shirt which hid most of the details of that inking; and the green hair, contained in a simple Ponytail, he was pretty much just a physically fit-if-lean looking Human.<br/><br/>It ceased being Uninteresting for just a moment. A flash of something interesting. He hadn't been actively hiding his Power Level – It took a modicum of concentration to do that, and he didn't see any reason to be anything but passive and relaxed in this tourist-trap environment – and it seems neither was someone else. Briefly, he sensed the Power Level similar to his, if not slightly above it. He'd sensed Higher Power Levels before, and had even fought people who were numerically his superior. It did force him to pause though. He only caught it after he'd crossed the road, and he watched it drive off, with it his first glimpse of a real challenge in the city. The rush brought a hint of excitement dancing up his spine. His wandering had been so pointless for a while, but knowing that there were others who were as strong as him at this level was a thrill. Did that mean there would be more powerful fighters at the qualifiers? What about the tournament itself? Would one of them be worth asking about the world? Its dangers, its counterbalances? Would one of them help him find some answers?<br/><br/>That didn't matter for now. For now, he needed steady work. He needed a place to put his head. He needed somewhere to lie and to gather himself; and apparently the best first stop was this 'Puff-Puff' place. When he arrived it was...interesting. Scantily clad women in maid costumes and men starting to drink and flex for the servers were a little much for the Monk.<br/><br/><em>'I guess those outfits must be easier to walk around in? The shoes look like hell though. Perhaps it's a way for them to train their balance?'</em>He might have looked like a prospective customer, glancing up and down the women who were working, as well as the men funnily enough. What might be seen as leering was actually him sizing the people up, and when Maron approached him he smiled at her, even if his gaze kept going up, instead of down. One moment, caught trying to maintain eye-contact with the Hostess, and the other her...ears? “<strong>I uh...What?</strong>” He blinked a couple times, trying to take in the small barrage of offers from Maron, before his eyes caught the ad. “<strong>That.</strong>” He pointed at the Help Wanted sign, before clearing his throat and realising that he was doing a very poor job of presenting himself. He remembered the wisdom of his seniors, and inhaled briefly. “<strong>I'd like to...apply for the Bouncer role? That's just a word for a bodyguard who protects a building, right? I'd be great at that, Miss Maron: I'm strong, I'm eager to earn pay, and I...uh...</strong>” He wasn't really much clued into the ways he might interview for a role like this, and had gone with bull-headed honesty. “<strong>...I'm sorry, what's with the ears? I thought you might be some sort of hybrid, but it seems they are fake? It's really distracting me from your face. Is that the intention? Are you trying to remain anonymous for some reason? Is that why all the other ladies are wearing such revealing outfits? To distract people?</strong>” He leaned in closer to Maron, focusing in rather intensely on her face now. He wasn't leaning<em>over</em>her, like some of the other men leaned over their prospective interests, instead just bringing his eyes level with hers; deep green pools of curious monk meeting with her own whimsical grey-blues.<br/><br/>He still hadn't mustered up the courage to ask why a Bakery would need Bouncers, or why it was staffed nearly exclusively by attractive women.