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Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #036

West Drop:  Kinetic-Potential Talent School

The Kinetic-Potential school’s talents were incredible fun.  The ability to move things in unexpected ways challenged Brisa’s mind and was visually appealing.  Often times, the simplest of effects repeated several times over made the most beautiful of patterns.

Currently, Brisa was practicing a particularly challenging and visually beautiful feet using simple pencils.  Arm stretched, she sweet bullets as dozens, almost hundreds of pencils hovered, rotated and flipped slowly.  Together, they made something that looked like a giant spinning wooden bagel.  Occasionally parts of the large form turned pink as the untouching pencils’ erasers came into view.

Vangie Ren, her instructor, stood near matching Brisa’s pose.  She had lavender skin.  Her plain clothes revealed her yellow and eggshell splotches of color that formed vertically along her arms.  Her face was of average beauty but was calm and focused as she glanced over to see Brisa’s hand shaking.  Seeing that Brisa was struggling with the simple task, she decided to end the lesson.  

All at once, the pencils moved as one back into their respective boxes on the shelf, all except five.  Brisa focused on her pencils half a second longer before realizing the lesson was over.  At this realization, her pencils fell to the table.  As they hit, they joined their kind on the trip to the pencil boxes.

“You did well for your first lesson,” Vangie said smiling.

Brisa looked immediately at the colored highlights in Vangie’s black hair.  It took less than half a minute for Brisa to realize that those portions of Vangie’s hair were enchanted.  They changed colors with Vangie’s mood and brightened greatly when she lied.  Right now the deep dark indigo shade told her that although Vangie was quite disappointed, she wasn’t lying.  “Thank you Instructor,” she replied.

Vangie nodded in response.  “I told you before, Vangie is just fine,” she said as her hair brightened to a slightly less deep shade of indigo.  “It’s getting late,” Vangie resumed, “You should stay the night here with us.”

Brisa’s perception enchant shown its brilliant glow again.  The near miss earlier that day was still getting to her, if that’s what it was.  This city was quite dangerous, but the wall of thoughts and prick of warning didn’t hit her this time.  

Brisa sighed, eased by the slight comfort, “How much are the rooms?”

“Not that much,” Vangie giggled, “You get a discount for being a student.  You get even more of a discount if you choose to learn more from us.”

Brisa looked to check her banknotes as the two walked to the front desk.  From the little traveling she did, she knew that term “not that much” translated differently between a seller and a buyer.

The two ladies returned to the front of the crazy building where the prices for a night’s rest were proudly displayed.  They caused Brisa some concern.  

The discounts were nice but with all the training she had already done that day, she was starting to run low on funds.  Brisa may not be able to pay for her trip to Bear Gate!  However, she’ll need that money later and this was now.  Right now, she needed to rest and this was the best place she could think of.

Brisa resigned to what was happening now, “Kay, I’ll take the room.”

#1 – Opportunity #35

Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #035

The Bome City Shuttle Port was relatively far from the hospital, but Duard’s constant irritations led the cab driver through the fastest possible routes.  Duard had no interest in seeing the sights or even the locals.  Only the shuttle port mattered.  Consequently, it took much less time to reach than usual.  Of course, his next destination was still a mystery but he was definitely leaving this land.  

Being a booming city, Bome’s port was always busy.  There were more shuttles parked than one would care to count.  Every space was full.  A few shuttles were preparing to launch while others hovered and spun in the sky preparing to land in the soon to be empty spots.

Each shuttle had a graphic noting their next stop.  After leaving the cab, Duard leaned on a pillar to think and make a call.  The shuttles’ graphics animations were slightly entertaining.  Duard watched as the graphics described their next destination while writing out the city’s name.

The call was to Champion’s Chronicle Headquarters.  If Duard was to make any impact on events, he had to be informed.  A lot may have changed in a day.  

It was just after hour seventeen so in Bome City it was well into evening.  However in South Coast, it was a very uncomfortable hour of morning .  Understandably, it took more than a few rings for Humberto to answer, but he was there.  The Chief was always there.  As expected, Chief Meng was a little grumpy this time of day; or night.  However, he knew about all the important stories at the Chronicle.  He seemed unusually glad that Duard was up and about and shared the story freely.

The tale of Juquan and the BigBad Crew moved quickly as Humberto only spoke in important facts.  Apparently they partied and cheated the casino.  After that, the story took a few unexpected turns.  The strangest turn was the reporter Humberto used to follow them.  Duard’s keen memory often kept him from asking for the same information twice, but Chief Meng’s selection was simply inconceivable.

“There has to be a mistake,” Duard corrected with unhideable disbelief, “Brisa?  My Brisa?”  Duard had to stop and lean the communicator to his ear.  There was no way he had heard that part right.

“Yeah Brisa Gan, your errand girl,” the Chief said with certainty, “She hasn’t called in for a while though.  She’s either doing fine or she’s dead.”

“What do you mean dead?”  He asked the question without thinking.  This whole situation seemed like a road trip horror story, “Where did they go?”

“West Drop.”

“West Drop!”  Duard knew for certain that his errand girl hoped to be as good a decent reporter.  However, following the BigBad Crew was too much for her as was going to West Drop.  The two facts together made absolutely no sense.   “Why not throw her to the bear-frogs while you’re at it!”

“She was there, and she could walk,” Humberto shouted back reminding Duard that he could not at the time, “If you want to catch up on the rest of the story, I suggest you go there and talk with her.”  Those were the Chief’s words before ending the connection.

Things were going terribly.  Sadly, things were probably much worse than Duard believed.  His plan to destroy Jaquan hung on a thread.  How could he find evidence to damage Jaquan if he couldn’t find Jaquan.  However, he was glad to have called.  He would look a fool if he had walked into this with the information he had only yesterday.  

Duard rushed to his private craft.  There was no time to lose. He should be there in a few hours.  

He scoffed at the idea of Brisa doing fine on anything.  All she’s fine for is getting my tea and sandwiches.  If she went to West Drop, chances are that she’s already robbed and stranded.  I’ll have to clean up whatever mess she’s found herself in.

#1 – Opportunity #34 – Opportunity #36

Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #29

Not far from where the Ganker’s trap was laid, a small pile of stolen equipment sat in a room with four Champions.  Two Champions, a male and a female, checked the equipment for any upgrades they could steal.  Another pair, the leader and his right hand lady studied a holographic image.  The team had used it to keep track of a fearsome quarry.  However, the trail was a continuous puzzle.

Shinsaku Yu sat at the desk in what was now his warrior’s garb, the most powerful armor picked from the stolen gear.  He was rather tall for a Crisho and not all of the pieces fit.  His gold skin peeked from beneath the helmet while a red patch of skin escaped for his right glove.  The armor didn’t look right on him, but it could easily be refitted.

The Champion they tracked had stood out as a tournament hopeful from the moment she stepped off the shuttle.  She looked utterly fearsome especially with that maul.  If anyone in RedBatty was going to win, this warrior could not be allowed to fight in the tournament.

“Now she’s going into the Casting Talent School,” Shinsaku stated while pointing at the miniature image on his desk.

It was a comment of utter confusion.  His companion Ione Zhang had watched the same image for the last hour.  She knew everything the mysterious warrior had done.  Their cloaked tracking droid had followed the target since she walked away from their alley.

Ione watched the image of the warrior entering the Caster Talent School.  Her orange skin and thin mahogany stripes shown through her tattered disguise.  “How do you know it’s a she?  He seemed quite strong to me.”

Shinsaku couldn’t help but glance at Ione.  She was an essential member of RedBatty, but she questioned just about everything he said.  Sometimes he wondered if he was really the leader of this team, “The warrior’s armor, particularly the belt, suggests a torso to leg ratio fitting that of a female.”

Whatever, smarty-pants… Ione couldn’t help but roll her eyes listening to Shinsaku’s intellectual dribble.  “Fine whatever, why is she going there,” Ione asked resigning to his logic.  She snapped her fingers with the dawn of inspiration, “She’s an enchanter.”

Ione had charmed the fearsome looking warrior just as they planned.  She guided the warrior directly towards the trap but it took a great deal of strength to get her moving.  If this was truly a lady, powerful strength enchants must be in play.

Shinsaku had pegged her for a Combatant Talent user.  That was the only explanation he could find for that heavy destructive weapon.  It was big enough to wreck someone with a single hit, the focus of the Combatant Talent Set.  But now she went into the Caster school?

“She has to be an enchantress,” Shinsaku was confident in that statement.  Enchanting skills were usually taught in the Casting Schools so that explained things well enough.  Ione was the most powerful enchantress he knew but this warrior shook off her charms.  That was only possible if this fighter had powerful enchants of her own.

While someone could be a Combatant and a Caster, there were only a few moves in the two sets that worked well together.  The other moves took too long to channel or were too weak to make a difference.  She had to be walking from school to school for a reason.

“Fine.  So, how are we going to get her,” Ione looked to Shinsaku.

Shinsaku had no immediate answer.  After a little though he spoke, “I don’t know.”  He stood and turned away from the image, “Keep watching her.  I’ll review the tapes for clues.  I could have sworn she was talking to herself earlier.”

#1 – Opportunity #28 – Opportunity #30