"Kid, for the last freakin' time, you are not allowed in!", said the Goron guarding the door, before him the well-known boy Worru, who was angry because of this denial of entry. "That's not fair! I'm old enough to be let in!", he protested, but was stopped by the rock-like creature's hand, firmly stopping the boy from moving any further. "No. You are a bleedin' minor, for Pete's sake.", he was told, as the bouncer once more pushed the boy away.

His dark-grey hair no longer covering his eyes, after he cut it himself a month ago, the boy turned from the Goron and left in a huff, back slouched and his hands in his pockets. Worru really wanted to go, after getting his mother's permission, but found himself without the knowledge that he was a minor in practically everyone's eyes. Not that surprised...I'm only, what, four feet tall?, he thought, unknowingly walking to the back of the building, a fact he was unaware of until he ran into the back wall.

Shaking his face to try and relieve the pain, Worru looked up, and wondered to himself if there was some other way of entering the 'gentleman's club'.

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After a bit of work, the boy found himself on the building's roof, to be specific, right above the skylight. Sadly, the boy couldn't find a way of removing the skylight, nor actually any way of getting in using the skylight, so this plan was a bust, until...

*CRACK*

Suddenly, Worru found himself on his back, which was lying on a overturned table, soon after finding himself carried in several strong arms. He could tell by the voices they were female, but his head hurt too much to open his eyes.

"Is he okay?!...I think he is, he's still breathing...Maybe he wants something soft to lay on?...Hey, we're not sure he'd want anything as big as you, Elise...Calm down, girls, I think he's coming to..."

A man sat at the table with an ugly expression plastered onto his burnt face, the right corner of his lip pulled up in a sneer--partly against his will. In his left hand he held a swiftly warming drink, his third. "Damned mage..." He snarled silently to himself, the setting sun shining through the window and glinting off the top of his head. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since that encounter in Castle Town, and he still hadn't gotten over the unfortunate event. His face would never be the same again, that's what they had told him when he was brought back to the stronghold after making it outside the city limits. His eyes drifted up from his nearly empty mug to one of the girls on the platform. A majority of the enjoyment was lost in his shame--he was really only here in a bid to escape his allies' jesting. The good thing was that it would be a while before he had to do guard duty again. He brought the receptacle of liquid up to his lips one last time, draining the contents before calling out to a busty waitress. "One more!"

His eyes remained on the stage, his glass being whisked away and replaced as he remained deep in thought-evasion. He preferred to just forget the whole ordeal. He needn't worry about the succesfulness of the mission--so he had slipped up once. Or was this the second time? It didn't matter. Either way, he was fine. The gang he belonged to was of the elite. They could cover their tracks, not to mention his. He reached towards his new mug, shuddering a little from the coldness of the beverage in contrast to the heat still emanating from his body. It had been a rather nasty explosion, after all. As he brought the container up to his mouth, he heard an interesting noise. He could swear he heard cracking of some sort. Lowering the mug, he looked at the ice inside. Was it popping? He was about to search the outside of the cup itself when he discovered the source of the noise firsthand. Some small object crashed into his table, destroying it and knocking him out of his chair with the debris, the freezing drink pouring over his bright red face as he shrieked.

He clutched his cheek and rolled for a few seconds, attempting to subdue the pain. When he finally got himself back under complete control, he rose angrily, his eyes bloodshot. A majority of the...staff...were gathered around someone--undoubtedly the person who had caused the ruckus. Walking forward briskly and snarling all the way, he shoved one of the scantily clad Hylians aside and grabbed the form laying before him with his left hand. The fact that it was only a boy only made him hesitate for a second, then he had hauled the short hybrid upright, his right arm cocked back, one of his daggers resting backwards in the palm. "Damned nuisance!" He vented hysterically, voice wavering. He launched his armed limb forward, the hilt of the knife dashing towards Worru's forehead.

"Hold it," Kobas said, catching the man's arm before he could hurt Worru. It seemed as if the rogue had appeared out of nowhere; really, he'd just been in a far, shadowy corner of the room chatting with Rhyss and a waitress. In his corner the red-haired mage sighed.

"Let it be," Rhyss mumbled, but Kobas ignored him.

"He's just a kid; you don't have to hurt him. He's already unconscious... isn't that enough? If you want just throw him out the back door," Kobas tried to reason.

A couple of the girls cheered on Kobas, with his protection of the young boy Worru, but the one who was keeping him up noticed one little thing about the supposedly unconcious boy. "Sir, thanks for the help, but I can tell he is definitely living. He is a male, you know, and some parts of him are...reacting very well to his situation.", she explained to the blue-haired man.

"Oh, he is!...Do you think we can use the back room?...Tell the bouncer to let him in whenever...What about the troublemaker?", said the group, the ones still focused on the boy and not Kobas. The last one, obviously, was referring to Yassen, whose back was being watched very closely by the Goron bouncer, cracking his knuckles noisly all the while.

"Who the hell are you?!?" Yassen snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously. He tried to yank his arm out of Kobas' grip, failing several times. Finally, his limb came loose, and he turned the dagger around so that the pointed end was facing outward, and his left leg came up, kneeing the blue-haired rat in the gut. He lunged forward, ready to slit the brat's throat, when he heard another, much smaller cracking noise behind him. Turning slowly, his eyes came upon the Goron bouncer and widened instantly. Something told him his blade would break easily on the creature's skin. Shaking, he slapping Kobas across the face with his left hand and stalked off, pushing anyone and everyone out of the way as he headed through the door. When he reached it, he turned around, and a low growling escaped his throat before he hurled his parting shot at the child. "I'm telling the boss!" With that, the sullen assassin exited the 'prestigious' establishment, muttering to himself as he meandered down the road.

OOC: Alright, Worru, Orpheous is gonna use this topic a bit, and then we'll get moving. Arrika, if you want to tag along for the dungeon following this, one of your NPC's is going to have to leave. You have stats for at least one of them, right?

OOC: Thank you for the fine introduction, Saber. You'll see the ploy and purpose here in a bit.

IC: Sin is a very powerful thing. And nothing was quite as moving to most as lust. And this establishment happened to be a center of lust, as well as greed and pride, two of the other deadly seven, lust already being with them. Three extremely powerful and deadly sins.

This was in one of the customer's subconscious. It wasn't nagging him, if anything, it was pushing him to stay. He lived a life of crime and infamy. The name he called himself was Ross. He had light orange hair, almost appearing blond from a distance. Despite his age, he was short, a foot shorter than most other Humans who are in their mid-twenties. What he lacked for in life, he made up for in popularity with the lady's and skill in killing. Throughout his life, he had been part of several programs and syndicates. Currently, he was with the Masters of Destruction. The same division as Vilk. The two had even been on missions together.

Ross had actually invited his enigmatic friend to be with him tonight, but he had stated that business comes before pleasure. Little did he know that he could possibly pull off both here tonight. It appeared somebody on their wanted list was right in the general vicinity. Worru. However, Ross was too busy to even notice the kid who was also short for his age.

Girls sat to his left and right, the one directly to his left was the only one he was currently giving his attention to. The others proudly waited there turn. This man happened to be not only one of the more attractive customers, but one of the best tippers as well. And there was just something about him, something that made him irresistible.

"Oh, you're so muscular," stated the girl, Cloie, who was heavily leaning to his left flank. Her hands caressed his skinny, yet still, obviously muscular upper chest (that is probably as far as I go). His tunic and cloak were tossed at the side, and it would be a good guess that his pants would soon be on the floor as well, in a back room somewhere. Or maybe he could catch one of the girls heading off her shift. The sky was the limit if he were able to get one of these fine ladies in a place somewhere off the premise of this establishment.

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MEANWHILE, AT A NEARBY INN

"Hey, did you hear, a kid just fell from the skylight of the Harlot. "He is really short, has kind of reddish hair, um... and he seems to be a ranger of some kind," stated a patron of the inn (seven degrees of relativity).

Valentine happened to be sitting in a chair in the lobby when this caught his ear. A boy, who happens to be really short, and a ranger, fell the the skylight at the Harlot. Sounds like something somebody he knew would do, but who. And the description sounded familiar too. Damn it, it just didn't seem to click with him (no, he isn't stupid, just hasn't seen Worru in a while, and the kid fell into the deep recesses of his mind).

"Sounds like Worru," mentioned Simon Grendel, who was sitting next to Valentine. It took a while for it to click with Simon too, but at least he got it. "Maybe we should go," stated the scribe enthusiastic to see his good friend. The fact the location had a harlot had nothing to do with this enthusiasm, he just wanted to see Worru (no sarcasm involved in the last sentence).

"Well," stated Matt, who was sitting at one of the other chairs, "I don't think dragging you into a harlot would be the best idea. You kind of look like a teen."

"I AM nineteen," retorted Simon. "So that would explain why I look like a teen. But I got what you meant, I look younger than I actually am. I think they'll let me in though. I am sort of tall."

"I suppose your right," answered Matt, getting the point. In his own mind he was getting worried. He needed to stay loyal to Evey. And yet at the same time, he had been flirting with a Gerudo not to long ago. She was so turned on by him, she even offered herself to him. Did he accept? Hell no, he couldn't. She was beautiful, a witty person to talk to, and no doubt great in bed, but he was already committed.

Being committed did have it's perks though. He had somebody he could always rely on. Well, not now, because they were in different dimensions, but when they were less far apart, he knew he could count on her for anything at all.

"Well, off to see the wizard then?" asked Valentine. "Somebody's got to look after the kid."

After reaching their agreement, the interested Valentine, the enthusiastic Simon, and the nervous Matt approached the Harlot. Then, once reaching their destination, they walked straight through the front door.

Instantly, the group caught the eye of a few of the workers, three to be more precise.

"Look at the guy in the combat jacket," stated one of the girls. "I hear they call him Valentine. He looks so..." she giggled, not finishing her sentence.

The second girl pushed the first out of the way, "I don't care. I want that guy in the black shirt. AND I KNOW HIS NAME IS MATT. I heard all about him from Holly, you know the Gerudo. He is funny, and handsome, and he's mine. So none of you get in my way."

The third of the trio of late-teen girls added, "Fine by me. I guess that leaves me with my dream boy. Simon Grendel is just so cute. I can't wait to get him alone and..." she cut herself off with a lustful giggle as well.

The giggling girls soon sneaked behind the trio, observing their movements.

"Well, Worru has to be around here somewhere," stated Simon, paying no attention to the 'entertainers'.

"Good thing these girls don't seem to share my tastes. Or else, this could turn out horribly," muttered Matt so only he could hear himself. Still they were attractive enough to make Matt shutter as he realized that he was under dressing them with his eyes, which actually wouldn't take long at all. He snapped out of it, and too looked for Worru.

Valentine was scanning the room, making sure he could find Worru. His eyes did not linger on ANY WOMAN AT ALL. He must have shared the same mindset as Vilk. Sure, he was committed guy, but, they were experiencing a rocky relationship right now. It would be like his girlfriend would have to know...

As he began to convince himself, he started to linger on all the merchandise for sale.

Then, he happened, the trio of giggling girls seemed to appear out of nowhere. Each of them extremely beautiful in their own right, and clad in scanty clothes.

"Hi, name's Demeter, but YOU can call me ... Demi," stated the first girl to Valentine, saying the last bit more seductively, the pause before saying 'Demi' being the nail in the coffin. "I noticed you come in, and I wanted to know if I could help you with ... anything?" she asked, pausing again just for that added touch.

"Sure," stated Valentine happily. "I really need some help with this problem I get when I'm around lovely ladies such as yourself. I was hoping you could help me practice," he stated. It was teasing her, and could tell. Their relationship wouldn't go that fast by any means. However, she understood that he wanted to spend time with her, and she whisked him off to a table in the corner.

"Hello, I am Millisent, but I'd adore it if you called me Mili," stated the second girl, hugging Matt to the point a piece of paper couldn't fit between them. She quickly let go. "Sorry, I'm quirky. I just really wanted to get to know you. I've heard so many great things about you."

God, she got me. I just love the quirky ones, was the thought running through Matt's own mind. She continued, "I was also hoping you could give me some insight as to the Hylian market system. You see, I have this theory..." she stated, whisking him off. Clearly he got his choice as well, a quirky, good looking, intelligent girl.

The third went up to Simon, and just before she could lead him away as well, he spotted Worru. Rushing over the the boy who appeared to be in a fainted state, Febi, the other girl, followed him. Once he reached his destination inside the harlot, Febi clung to him like a drape.

Ignoring her, he looked down at Worru. "Is he alright, I'm a good friend of his and I just couldn't bare it should he have even broken a bone? He and I go way back. I hear he fell the skylight, am I right?"

OOC: Finally, it is done, took me like two hours to type this sucker.

EDIT (July 20th, 2009): I realized some of these names were inaccurate, so I modified them. Millisent is now Febi, and Febi is now Milisent, but, really, all they did was switch names. Oh, and each of them goes by a four letter alias for a reason...dun Dun DUN. Anyway, I hereby retrograde Worru's next post after this to say Febi in stead of Millie, even though he probably won't edit him himself. Also, instead of changing the names in my next post, I'll let you do it in your own head. Have fun.

One of the women, a human with skin the same color of the Goron's, turned back to face Simon, and gave the boy a smirk before speaking. "Yeah, yeah. The boy here fell through, apparently since Yorvek over there, the bouncer, didn't let 'im in.", she explained, before bending down to give the boy a closer look. "Not a single broken bone nor bruise. 'Tis weird." The woman stood up and pointed at the three girls who had been holding Worru when he had first fell down. "Take him to the back room, girls.", glaring and smirking at them when they started to giggle, "The first aid room. Not that back room...least until we're sure he's safe."

As the girls carted the boy off, the member of the staff who was apparently their boss turned around to face Simon fully. "Now, then, is Millie bothering you?"

IC: Ah-ah, Ross had gotten his chance. "You know, my shift ended about three minutes ago," the woman began to explain to Ross cutely. "I would LOVE it if a strong guy like you would escort me back to the inn. After all, this town is very ... very ... dangerous. Maybe you would escort me into my room, in case if somebody was waiting to ambush me when I got in."

"Well, of course," he teased back, playing along in the game. "I hear that you can never be sure that you are safe here in Ruto Town, even after you lock the doors and go to bed. It might be best if I ... kept watch."

OOC: Sorry guys, I really couldn't resist those two paragraphs of teasing. It's almost like a bad pun.

IC: The woman giggled. She probably knew just as well as he did, that even though he was a regular patron, the two would probably never interact again. A one-time-use kind of relationship happened to be his favorite. You don't have to worry about the aftermath, just interval of time your together, and then you cut them out of your life.

On the way out, he saw it. It caught his eye. Simon, the boss was very interested in him. Then there was Vincent, over in a dark table talking to a girl. Matt and Febi weren't too much farther away. And then, Worru was being carried to the back room. He had the perfect opportunity. However, as the woman beckoned him out of the door, he couldn't help but to realize that there was more to life than just business.

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"Well that is so relieving to know. He does have high durability, so it makes sense that he wouldn't have any broken bones. After the girls are done with him, I might need to borrow him. As for "Millie" here, it would be great if she didn't cling to me like a drape, but if she wants to bask in my presence I have no problem if she stands in a range that is out of my personal space," stated Simon, very scholar-like.

"Well educated, that is just how I like my men," replied Millissent, releasing his sides and taking a step back.

Then Simon added, looking very foolish like one does when experiencing new things in a culture and asking that something be explained to them, "Wait, what context was the word 'safe' used in?"

OOC: Sorry, once again, couldn't resist either. This time, I just want to make Simon look less educated about the more pleasurable aspects of life. After all, as far as J&R goes with my storyline, he probably does now the basics, but the slang and the additional information his is severely lacking. At least at this stage in the game he is mostly innocent. Also, what else would you expect when your parents die and are taken in by several different families and given shelter by the community.

The woman nodded, checked to make sure that the girls took him to the first-aid room in the back, and that there were no other disturbances, cleaned up the entire scene, and then went outside with Yorveck. "I'm supposed ta' let 'im in from now on?", the rock giant asked with a grin on his large features. The woman shrugged, hesitating before she finally spoke. "His mom's a friend of mine. I'll ask her when I can."

OOC: And this horse is now dead.

The only noise Kobas made was a small 'oomph!' as Yassen's knee sank into him, and just rubbed his face with a bemused smile when he was slapped. "Hits like a girl, he does. What a coward," he said with a sardonic grin.

Rhyss made an exasperated sound. "Why'd you let him do that?"

"I was only helping the kid." The blue-haired thief shrugged.

"At least you didn't tell him who you were, I think we have enough thugs after us as it is." The mage stood, walking to the door and preparing to leave. His face was emotionless, and not even the beautiful temptresses he passed seemed to make any impression on him.

"You're leaving?" Kobas called.

"I have other things to do."

The blue-haired thief sighed and settled back down in the middle of another throng of girls, although many of them had disappeared with Worru.