<div align="center">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/scale_small/0/5322/455336-disc4_0023fueno.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Fueno, Evening...</strong></span><br/><br/>The harmless pryotechnics had only escalated.  New arrivals to the party in the form of choreographed 'dancers' so to speak took to the skies.  The vibrant white jets extending from their backs making their indentities readily apparent.  Even if for many--such as those located inside of buildings and such-- weren't enjoying the main event a large majority of the city's current population was.  Even from inside there was the occasionally 'oooh' and 'ahhhh' that perfectly coincided with a new part of the show.<br/><br/>The magicians put to work to accomplish the task were definitely getting put to work.  Even if some of them were only required during prep those unfortunate enough to get stuck monitoring the light-based spells from both Wingly and<del>dragon</del>Human magic were getting their asses worked off.<br/><br/>The kicker of course was the additional pay for additional work for that lot.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r210/pseudoweapon/Female/Purple/cowgirlchaps.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Fiona<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Pub<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Officially Fiona had been scheduled to be working tonight too.  Unofficially she had an entirely different goal for being here in the city.  It was nice to have a 'vacation' if anyone cold call it that.  Fiona enjoyed knocking back the drinks and getting wild witht he best of them but in everything except an act she wasn't allowed to enjoy herself.  Not tonight.  Not here.<br/><br/>A special task had been handed down and with it a few neeto useless gadgets.  Or so Fiona had thought the entire time she had been located here in Fueno.  An over crowded city filled with tourists all bound to leave and she was looking for several needles in the hay stack.  Worse it was all done with the aid of a flimsy trinket around her neck.  The necklace and the amulet at the end of it hadn't been tested at all.  It wasn't like they knew how to test it anyway without a dragoon, dragon, or anything else that was similar around.<br/><br/>With a sigh Fiona stopped and simply rest her hands on her wide hips.  While she was fully clothed she didn't leave much to anyone's imagination.  It was a warm near tropical environment warmer than anything she was used to on a normal basis.  The gun belt around her waist still supported by enough layers underneath to remain comfortable.  The usual jacket and hat were peeled away leaving just the low cut top.<br/><br/>Another glance around and she would test the item again.  Her index finger and thumb squeezing the amulet and a single run on its surface lit up faintly just enough for her to recognize<em>something</em>was happening.  With that the item shook once and a variety of other runes on its surface flared and died indicating something was wrong.  "Oh,<em>great</em>.  Go to Fueno he said.  You'll fine at least one there he said...  hah!"<br/><br/>A glance up the street at the guard and wingly woman and then to the pub.  A drink sounded good about now...<br/><br/>What Fiona didn't know was that every single time she used the amulet it was doing something.  This last time too given such close proximity it'd send a tingling sensation up and down the spines of all of the potential dragoons.