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Such strange competitors that they would be up against. Seika blinked as each newcomer to the beach would appear stranger and stranger while the two of them gazed up at the many mysterious beasts. At some point, Seika had to question about whether or not they were supposed to score the highest in this surfing competition or round up the animals in a fenced in yard. She watched Ingrid with interest when the woman spoke up about knowing something about fashion and clothing. No wonder that the garments of these animals must have drawn her eye. Although she had never really been an opera before, Seika had figured they had the same kind of flashy clothing as some of the other plays back home. [break][break]

"I trust your judgement in the world of fashion then. I've never been so good, even back before I had loaded in. Usually a shirt and pants did it for me. Maybe combing my hair as well." she admitted, the samurai's hand combing through her lavender hair while she glanced down at her own attire. "You look quite beautiful yourself, Karina-san. I would expect nothing less from a woman with a background in such things. Perhaps one day, I may request to learn such things from you." [break][break]

The heat bore down upon Seika, as she tugged at her heavy kimono neckline, letting out a hot and heavy groan while the garments she wore acted like a hot box that trapped the warm air inside of her robes. Ingrid more than likely caught onto her little problem as she offered to find some piece of clothing or fabric that would be a bit cooler in the current environment. Her eyebrows lowered themselves in thought, while the offered was still fresh in her mind. The stoic and calm facade cracked for the first time in a long while. Her expression lowered as she turned to face Ingrid once more. "Ah-I would greatly appreciate your efforts, Karina-san, but I would have certain requests that I would like to make." Seika said, then added, "In private. I-If you were still willing to listen." [break][break]

Seika let out another soft sigh while suffering from the hot, weighted clothing. A lighter attire would be wonderful right now, but another part of her did fear about revealing too much of herself. "I apologize, but I...am unable to continue further in public." [break][break]

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Seika hadn't been one to think of herself as a "beach person", and for good reason. She hated revealing clothing that would show off her body to people. So to the shoes she would be stuck firmly to! Sandals hit the floor while she took a gander at the many people wandering around the beach today. People of all ages, happily chatting or enjoying a nice ice cream or italian ice by the shop. Both things that did sound enticing to Seika. Her mouth watered thinking of something melon flavored, though she remained firm in pushing away such temptations. [break][break]

A samurai mustn't be tempted by such material desires. [break][break]

Repeating her manta to herself, something had interrupted the friendly air as an inhuman shriek would catch her ears. The samurai perked her head up at the noise. Was somebody in trouble? Potentially in need of saving? They quickly hurried over to the noise in search of its origins. The search had brought her to a bespectacled woman currently feuding with a gigantic seagull of some kind. It looked mutated, monstrous. Whatever it had eaten, this thing certainly was far beyond her abilities. But her unwavering sense of justice made her walk over. [break][break]

"Excuse me, are you alright, miss? I heard your scream." [break][break]

The Samurai walked over to look at both people, clad in a heavy looking kimono that looked to be roasting her alive than it did at keeping her skin out of the sun's rays. Her eyes carried he rover to the bird in front of her, towering above both women. Her oen menu popped up, as it had picked up that Ingrid had accepted the quest to drive the bird away and offered to include Seika in the party. She quietly hit yes and then flashed a smile at both persons. [break][break]

"So all we have to do to drive the bird away is win against it in surfing? Th-That shouldn't be so difficult." [break][break]

Of course, it always could be. Seika really didn't want to expose most of herself to people here, but having all of this on could weight her down considerably... [break][break]

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Well, one of the birds was down. It was a nice bit of progress. Her eyes ensured that they hadn't dealt enough damage to fully kill the thing, but were cut short once the other two were busy defending themselves against the attack. The strange detail about becoming docile once the collar was placed over their head was a nice, if odd, touch. "Press on! They are one less in number!" The other two didn't need to heed Seika's warcry, continuing to make short work of the birds currently attacking them. One less in number meant that the remaining two birds were slightly lacking compared to before. It also meant that the party stood a far better chance of surviving than before. The samurai struck quick and true with Mr. Beast, looking up to see the dove circling above her. At least one of these birds was well trained. [break][break]

Another bird came for Seika' clawing and pecking at her head in some attempt to strike her eyes. She leaned back at its head, thrusting forth to shatter her defense, and did her best to deflect any attacks currently coming for her. Like Mr. beast, she continued to attack with a basic slash, as was all she could do at the moment. The samurai had been hoping that she could find adequate training as the levels continued, lest her approach grow predictable. "Begone, feathered beast!" Seika said, slashing another across its wing spawn as it backed away from her and Yggdra. It was weakened, as Seika turned behind her. "One of you! Throw me a collar." [break][break]

With it in hand, Seika approached the wounded bird and shoved the collar onto its flailing head until it would click together. Almost immediately, the bird was back up and docile, much like the other. IT chirped at Seika as she smiled, stroking its quills. "Good bird. Go over with your friend." It ran over to the secondary tamed bird and awaited orders. [break][break]

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The streets of Paris greeted Seika once more. For as much as she wished to return back home to Japan, despite being marked as a high risk zone, the samurai often found herself returning to the streets of the capital of France. With the lack of a language barrier separating the cultures from one another, visiting far away places was never easier! Some of them may have not been exactly places that she had thought were anyway livable (like California) but others were a welcome breath of fresh air! The food was so so, but at least the alcohol and wine were of top notch shapes. Even if Seika had never really experienced the taste of such. [break][break]

A true samurai would never dull their senses willingly. They must always remain perfect and honed, ready to strike at a moment's notice. [break][break]

Today, the rain came down in Paris, as darkened clouds rained down overhead. The skyline was painted a dark crimson color, as if there were some kind of blood moon or cult ritual going on. It had creeped Seika out but as long as it was only cosmetic. They had weathered through so much already, no need to add one more thing onto the pile. She walked underneath an umbrella for cover, quiet as can be as she marched forward through the rain. Her steps brought her to the main piece of what Paris was known for. As people passed on the street, the drunken shouts of a stranger from afar would catch Seika's ears. While normally, such things were beneath her. Plenty of people who couldn't hold their beer were around here in droves. [break][break]

Until that part came about searching for swordsman. Her interest was hook while Seika's head rose in the direction of the shouts. [break][break]

"Hajimemashite." [break][break]

Two footsteps made themselves known to the drunken man, a woman standing across from his position underneath the Eiffel Tower. Her stoic, calm face would offer the man a greeting, presenting herself in a respectful half bow. "You claim to be a swordsman?" Her eyes locked onto his form, taking in the details. A bottle of wine and a dirty shirt stained red. He was either likely wounded or a messy drinker. Either could be true, possibly both. Seika's eyes narrowed on the bottle, the very nectar that had corrupted him into the mess that he was now. [break][break]

"Being drunk with a sword drawn makes you more of a public nuisance than a swordsman. Cease your screaming before you get the cops called on you. A lot of us are trying to enjoy an evening without being disturbed." [break][break]

Her tone was more official and acting on the historical cliff-notes of a samurai one could read in a museum somewhere. She didn't care about what he might have said or done after saying her peace. Leave that to the proper authorities and such. The detail standing out to her the most was his weapon, a sword dangling on its holster. They drew Seika's attention as the samurai stood before the man and considered her options. They could sit there and continue to scream obscenities at one another, or potentially, she could humor him a little. It would be a good test of her abilities, and potentially a nice spar to break up the monotony of a boorish afternoon. [break][break]

"You wanted a fight, right? I will be your sparring partner. Anything to keep you busy enough to stop screaming." [break][break]

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The arrival of a familiar face made the mission across the beach all the more lovely. Seika was more than happy to really do whatever it was that they were called to do with somebody she knew from firsthand. Their adventures in Europe previously had been a good initial test of his abilities, and Seika was more than happy to have him by them again. The gender balance was a bit skewed at a first glance, though Seika did wonder how strange it may have looked for one male to be in a mission with three other women. Some would kill for that chance. [break][break]

Their leader, Noelle, wasn't much for conversation at her greeting. Just a nod, nothing more, nothing less. Her true intentions for how she viewed the other three weren't shown until she began to speak. The illusory rain surrounding her was more than a just little show, it amazed Seika that she could warp it into clones of herself so freely. It made her a bit envious of how plain her class was, just swinging a sword around. As cool as it was, a part of Seika had wondered what the other two options could have been had she chosen them. [break][break]

"You possess an odd yet useful class, Noelle-san." Seika said plainly, resting her right hand on the hilt of her blade. "I trust that your illusions will be invaluable to the success of our mission." [break][break]

She spun around to face the other members of their party, her eyes locking onto the energetic and lively girl of the group. ""I've already experienced what Yggy-san is able to do, but what about you, Jaydie-san? What can your class provide us with?"" [break][break]

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It came to be by some stroke of luck that Seika had found herself engaged with another mission taking part near the beachside shores once more. She had made the trek out once before with another woman by the name of X, who had wanted her assistance to help with shooting a film. While a noble cause in helping a director with their artistic vision, Seika had hoped that she could make a proper impact on the beach this time. A true samurai fought not for the glory of the kill, but the ushering in of peace for society.[break][break]

The woman remained stoic as she loaded into Korea in full. She looked around at the sights there were here. It was definitely unlike the beach near Los Angeles in America. For one, she could actually smell the clean air here, or as clean as it could be all things considered. It was a perk of not living in arguably the highest risk pollution zone there was on the planet still. It was hard to decide whether or not it was “cleaner” with 90% of its population stuck in stasis, but no doubt that it wouldn't have an impact of its danger to one’s health.[break][break]

The monsters and creatures running rampant in the area were another story entirely.[break][break]

Regardless of that, Seika carefully took her time walking across the beach. She savored every step that pressed into the pale grainy sands beneath her. After being separated from the countryside for so long after her birth due to moving to the sprawling cityscape of Tokyo, it felt so wonderful to return to a place that she had missed the most. The memories of many summers spent with her friends by the waterside, playing along until the sun disappeared from the sky, with only the fireflies to guide them home.[break][break]

"I miss Tokyo." Seika said to herself. Wistful lips turned into a frustrated pout at what had been taken from her. Tokyo was still locked tightly away from her, with only vague descriptions there to sate her desire to return. "One day, I'll find my way back there."[break][break]

For now, the samurai dug out her phone and pulled up the mission menu that had been created for her upon loading into the area where the mission she had been matched with others dropped her off at. She turned her head to see a rather sullen looking woman near the entrance to the beach-side. The lone object that contrasted against the warm colors that stood out along the Korean beach.[break][break]

No doubt about it. She must be one of the people in my party then. The samurai thought and made her way over.[break][break]

Seika came before Noelle, standing before her and standing at attention while the sun continued to beat down on her. The heavy, dark colored kimono didn't make it any easier to cool off either.[break][break]

"Hajimemashite." Seika said to Noelle, her stoic face remained locked firmly at eye level, chin raised and poised to stand at attention for the coming conversation. ”I'm one of your partners for the coming mission. My name is Seika, a samurai hailing from the east.” She wiped the sweat from her brow, starting to boil alive in her heavier clothing but still putting on a strong, immovable face.[break][break]

"I look forward to our work together, Miss...?" [break][break]

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Ygdra definitely would have to be a small liability here, although Seika knew better than to really cast labels on people before seeing proof of their worth. It was no matter, as their work no doubt would be laid out before them in full. The samurai quietly allowed Mr. Beast to speak to the both of them while she continued to rest atop her wolf. While she was wondering if the task of scouting would fall upon her, Mr. Beast was fairly quick to unveil one of his many bag of tricks. A dove came into being that flew above her, with Seika unable to help the smile on her lips. The man was certainly one of mystery, if anything. [break][break]

"Hello there, Mr. and Mrs. Dove." Seika waved with a small chuckle, the woman offering a soft wave before allowing the two to be used in Mr. Beast's class abilities. It was an interesting one, being able to share the senses that his pets could have. Seika wondered about if he was able to share that among pets he didn't own, though perhaps it was best left for another time! There wasn't a whole lot to do while waiting for their teammate's report on the lands that lied across from beyond the fog. The wait had caused Seika to take a moment to step out of the wolf and gently stroke the head of her wolf. Once he had come back fully, Seika spoke. "What is it you see, Beast-san?" [break][break]

He gave his report while the trio prepared themselves for the plan ahead. [break][break]

"Hai. I shall go and separate some from the flock towards us so that we can capture three. Do your best to capture as many as you can during this initial run. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to make a second trip just as easily." [break][break]

The samurai mounted her wolf again and readied herself for the ride. Once she was ready, she snapped the reigns with a sharp whistle. "Let us strike now!" The beast took off in a dead sprint down the path and into the great unknown. The wolf's paws smacked the ground at a rapid pace as Seika kept her head down to increase their speed. The dash into the ravine was already a short distance away, even quicker on the back of a wolf. The samurai caught eye of the birds that Mr. Beast had caught sight of. She reached for her weapon and whistled for the wolf to circle around from the back. [break][break]

"HEY!" Seika yelled at the pack of birds. The wolf sped directly towards the small group while the rest of the flock perked their heads up. The samurai's blade swung in the direction of the birds as instinct took over. Many let out a series of frantic squawks and more irritating noises. This began a small scale stampede as they began to sprint up the road leading to Ygdra and Mr. Beast. Seika continued to shout, whistle, and keep up their threatening appearance. [break][break]

"Tail them, but don't get too close. Keep them running!" [break][break]

The wolf let out an agreeable bark and tailed the flock of birds as they made their way into the trap... [break][break]

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