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[IamanElfCollaborator]

He seems awkward as he silently looks around for armor.

[Empiricist]

>"Remind me of that offer later, I haven't gotten my bearing on this little wars of ours just yet. And you," gesture at the angst pile "may wanna just swallow your pride and get a tome." Leave and head back to the town square.

[Chevaleresse]

 "The word of the general sends a thousand swords to perform his will; whoever's tongue is cleverer with its blades will be the victor. True genius, however, is avoiding war entirely; though I suppose you've given up on that fine art. Too complex, I'd imagine; hewing flesh with bits of metal is so much simpler. Though I know an excellent teacher that might even be able to educate the likes of you."

[Empiricist]

>Grin and chuckle, tap the teleporting man on the shoulder "If you're feeling up for a demonstration, get the kid over here to apologize to the man in the tent and buy the tome he wants."

[Sl4cker]

He seems awkward as he silently looks around for armor.

There's a set of what looks to be samurai armor in the corner.

>"Remind me of that offer later, I haven't gotten my bearing on this little wars of ours just yet. And you," gesture at the angst pile "may wanna just swallow your pride and get a tome." Leave and head back to the town square.

Angelo flips him off as he leaves. The armored figure places a hand to his mouth, presumably to hide his smile.

Joseph finds himself in the town square. He sees buildings, shops, and a large stone man.

"The word of the general sends a thousand swords to perform his will; whoever's tongue is cleverer with its blades will be the victor. True genius, however, is avoiding war entirely; though I suppose you've given up on that fine art. Too complex, I'd imagine; hewing flesh with bits of metal is so much simpler. Though I know an excellent teacher that might even be able to educate the likes of you."

"How presumptuous. With a tongue as barbed as that, I don't see you avoiding any war any time soon. Especially not this one; after all, our fate seems to have been decided for us. Do you think you can stop the gods from quarreling?"

The knight clenches his fists. "Name yourself!"

"Oh, how rude of me. You may all call me King Thiyr. Pleased to make your acquaintances, Champions."

The knight looks even angrier, for some reason.

[Chevaleresse]

 "Avoidance of war often necessitates that both sides possess a conscience; you broadcast your lack thereof." He looks over his shoulder at Joseph, frowning momentarily at him.  "In a moment." He takes a step toward the increasingly agitated knight and speaks in a low voice.  "I do not know what connection you have with this man, but he is obviously here to intimitate us and set us off guard. Do not allow him even this small victory."

[Corsair]

"'Cute', why next time I see you... Ill, Ill The mask of John shatters again I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB YOU RED COMMIE BASTARD!"
After a few moments, That-which-was-john notices his facade has failed and quickly runs off after Joseph, blushing furiously more literally than usual

[Empiricist]

Turning at the sound of that little outburst, John sees the lady running away, and in a brief moment thought she was Freyja, of course, it seeing as the day Freyja blushes would be an awfully cold day in hell, he quickly realizes that mistake.
"Who the hell are you?"

[Sl4cker]

"Avoidance of war often necessitates that both sides possess a conscience; you broadcast your lack thereof." He looks over his shoulder at Joseph, frowning momentarily at him.  "In a moment." He takes a step toward the increasingly agitated knight and speaks in a low voice.  "I do not know what connection you have with this man, but he is obviously here to intimidate us and set us off guard. Do not allow him even this small victory."

"What a feisty young noble you are." He merely smiles at Nobunaga.

The knight takes a deep breath. "... Yes. I must calm down."

"'Cute', why next time I see you... Ill, Ill The mask of John shatters again I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB YOU RED COMMIE BASTARD!"
After a few moments, That-which-was-john notices his facade has failed and quickly runs off after Joseph, blushing furiously more literally than usual

Thiyr actually seems surprised. "... Well."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Ryuto, with surprising strength, hefts the armor over to the counter. He seems scared of the fuming girl.
"U-uh....how much for this?"

[Chevaleresse]

Nobunaga produces a shaku from within his clothing somewhere only to look down slightly and place the end of it on his forehead for a moment with a slight sigh before turning to Joseph.  "One problem at a time; where's the black magician? And, if I could ask a favor, please try to calm down that one."

[BlitzDungeoneer]

"Ah. Good, good. Do you sell caestuses, knuckledusters, reinforced gauntlets, that kind of thing here?"

[Sl4cker]

"Ah. Good, good. Do you sell caestuses, knuckledusters, reinforced gauntlets, that kind of thing here?"

"We've got at least two of those things, miss."

[Empiricist]

((Assuming Nobu briefly teleported to Joseph, seeing as the latter is now at the town square.))
"You mean the angsty kid with the eyepatch? Wasn't he back over there with you? And, calm who down? This lady?"

[Corsair]

Turning at the sound of that little outburst, John sees the lady running away, and in a brief moment thought she was Freyja, of course, it seeing as the day Freyja blushes would be an awfully cold day in hell, he quickly realizes that mistake.
"Who the hell are you?"

That-which-was-John looks at their shoes as they grind their toes into the dirt like it could somehow take away the extreme embarrassment of dropping the mask of John twice inside the same ten minutes.
"Uhh... hmm... I am notJohn Smith but also am John Smith it... um I can't tell you exactly but I am not John Smith more than I am. It is like a mask I guess... no.."
That-which-was-John puts their finger to their chin thoughtfully before jumping with an idea
"Like a coin! One side is me, one side is him. Both different yet together sort of."
The emphasis on the him is one of slight distaste.