<em><strong>Month 2 Day 1:</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>Hachi the easy going mechanic:</strong><br/><br/>Hachi found himself walking around town once more enjoying the stars. “Hey Hachi how’s it going lad?” an elderly gentlemen asked the mechanic who could only smile. “I’m doing great Mr. Enson just walkin round takin a break from work an all ya know?” the old man just laughed “I hear ya boy I hear ya” The  older man was one of Hachi’s customers. “I’m scheduled for my second MBF match on the 4th“Hachi grinned.  The old mr. Enson laughed “Well I’ll catch you around Hachi” and with that he left laughing.<br/><br/>Hachi chuckled as the elder left him to his own pace. He knew of a few good places to go. Soon he had entered a local pool hall. He came here often to play pool with the locals. He wasn’t too great at it but he still loved it. He loved the locals they were always such fun to hang out with or at least he thought so.<br/>He was soon locked in heated competition with the local “Boss” a Chinese guy who led a gang around here. They weren’t a particularly bad lot but they weren’t exactly favored by the cops either. Chun hei sun was currently in the lead by 3 balls and Hachi was unsure if he could pull a victory on this one.<br/><br/><strong>Illyria the reclusive baroness:</strong><br/><br/>Illyria sat thinking about what the fallowing days would hold. She was going to meet with Montressor again. However she was reading over the tabloids that had come out not long after that interview and sighed heavily. She didn’t quite understand this strange and new development but she also found it interesting that they would put the two strange pilots together in such a way.  “I bet monty would find this rubbish to be amusing” she mumbled softly to herself. She smiled thinking of the masked man. She wasn’t sure why she smiled like that but she didn’t care either.<br/><br/>She considered montressor to be her first real friend. He had been the first to actually listen to her and try to understand her and it made her happy to know that society had not yet abandoned her. She still felt the need to be reclusive but with now that she actually had a reason to leave the manor she believed she should.<br/><br/><strong>Marcus First prelim match:</strong><br/><br/>Marcus had been called in for his first match. He was bored and it had been ages since his last match in fact his last match had been in the quarter finals of the previous season. Still he was ready to go. The Quadrillias hovered a few inches above the ground. The surrounding landscape was that of a city in ruins an exceedingly fun playground in the opinion of many pilots. Marcus however could care less. He didn’t like his opponent much. The man was a short and squat man who went by the name of Jerome Ise and he was one of the few pilots who Marcus had qualms with. The opposing machine was a rather thickly armored machine and carried a massive flail. The two had met in the previous season and Jerome had been a royal jack ass thus causing the problem between the two.<br/><br/>The machine Jerome piloted was known commonly as the Manticore. “C’mon you bastard say summit when I’m talkin to ya” griped Jerome since he didn’t like for his opponents not to respond to his trash talk. The two had been in this match for more than 15 minutes already and neither had landed a solid hit. Jerome wasn’t dumb enough to get hit by the plasma cannons and Marcus was too swift for the flail to cause any damage. “So you’re calling me a coward because I’m not getting in the range of that flail? Well then that makes you four times the coward for avoiding the plasma cannons.” Marcus laughed in response. Of course he didn’t care either way but none the less he wasn’t going to count anything particular.<br/><br/>The battle continued to be a speed through the city and dodge fest however Marcus ducked behind a building and timed an attack just right so that all four plasma shots knocked the limbs right off the manticore. This gave Marcus the win. Marcus was an uncaring fellow who was quick to leave after the match. He was still bored since the opponent offered him little actual challenge.<br/>