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Bright Journey	It's been a fairly exciting day at the Arena, but while the hubbub of the almost over Congregation of Victory Tournament dying down, and the stars coming out to play, Bright Journey finds herself in a local sidewalk cafe. The breeze is cool, the crowds just starting to thin out, and the scents from the cafe's kitchen are positively divine. Bright herself is leaning back in a chair at one of the cafe tables, a generous mug of hot mulled wine sitting in front of her. That scent is positively divine, too! For now, though, she sips at it intermittently, most of her attention on a book--or rather, a -tome-, if one cares to differentiate such things. Large, leather-bound, gold embossed, and really most definitely not the kind of reading material one usually finds outside a fine library. She's getting a bit of attention over the book, but she herself is clearly used to being the center of attention even when she doesn't want to be, and any stares she might get seem to not bother her in the slightest. She does look up every now and then, though, glancing expectantly at the kitchen.
Fudou the Mountain	The arrival of one such champion is not without its fanfare as, even with the tournament entering it's last phases, the people of Great Forks really don't need much of an excuse to party, congregate, engage in festivals and otherwise parade about in whatever fanciful bit of activity happens to be occuring on that given moment and given hour. Thus, when the massive figure of THe Mountain emerges from the Arena and begins making his way along the wide roads...there' sa brief storm of activity that wells up around him in abit of organized chaos. As hte season passed he'd earned some notoriety through his feats and activities within the confines of the tournament and outside of it as well.. and as such there are a number of locals who make considerable efort at getting his attention as his heavy footfalls thunder upon the streets. His very passage is like that of a monstrous beast of burden, steps shaking the very earth itself as he moves with surprising gingerness through the crowds swarming about him. It's like some roided out yeddim carefully dancing through a herd of sheep to avoid trampling over them. "Pardon me, pardon me. Maybe some other time luv. Tonight? Bring friends." His deep voice rumbles as he lifts his huge arms up and somehow manages to slip through the masses and finally pull away from the crowds. He then gives a low whistle and turns away, frowning and muttering, "I should turn into a mouse..." under his breath.
Bright Journey	"Well, look at you, big guy!" Bright stretches a hand skyward from her table at the cafe, an impish little grin on her face. She carefully moves a bookmark in tthe tome she's reading and closes it--no dogearing for her!--and flips her hair behind her. "You're good at arranging fortuitous meetings. C'mon over here, have a seat. Remember the last time we were here?" She chuckles dryly, reaching under the table with one leg to push it away from the table, a particularly lazy way to offer an open seat to Fudou. "Never going to be as big a deal as the last person I ran into here, perhaps, but still."
The Professor	As the tournament comes to an end, exiting the arena from one of the exits for the spectator is a rather tall, well dressed man that really seems like the kind of a person that one wouldnt expect to find at such a place. One could assume the person like him to be one to enjoy more intelectual hobies. But alas, even the great minds need to sometimes turn off and enjoy something that doesent require much thought put into it. Now catching his attention seems to be the massive figure, showered by praise from quite the number of fans. Of course he needs to get an autograph for himself once the waves of fans recede, to pass up such an opportunity would be a waste, a chance to preserve some memories in such form. Not even talking about the bragging opportunity this would give him infront of some of his students. Now just to wait for the right opportunity to ask for it.
Fudou the Mountain	For the moment, the colossal man remains oblivious to the observations of the more studious figure not far off. Instead, the giant finds his attention held by the captivating looks and charisma of Bright Journey and, more then that, the two seem to be at least more then passingly familiar with each other as the goliath's brief moment of surliness is washed away by her greeting. "H'lo there, lovely!" he rumbles out, responding to her call with good cheer and beginning to tread closer towards her and the exterior of the cafe in question. He steps over the outer fence keeping the care from the outside road and easily settles down into it, which consideing it barely reached his knees, was an easy enough feat. "The games no longer of interest to you luv? I don't =blame you! Exhibiton matches and mild entertainment are what keeps me invested." he rumbles, bass voice practically quaking the glasses on her table as he looms overhead. "Ah yes...previous meeting. I haven't seen him in a bit. His name has meaning no? Wandering Tree must wander!" He surveys the table and the pillows nearby, thinking on if he'll take a seat or not, "Missing him?"
Bright Journey	Bright Journey has a faint grin as Fudou makes his way up and sits down. She sits with her legs crossed, the very picture of ladylike elegance, as she takes another sip of mulled wine. "Careful, there, Fudou. If the hangers-on you just passed to get to me mean business, I might get knifed in a back alley one day." She laughs lightly, clearly not worried about such a thing. "But never mind that. To answer your question, dear, the games still interest me, but in an entirely different way. I'll be the first to admit that our efforts in...resolving the situation...thrill me more than watching sparring does, though the latter still excites me! "As for Wandering Tree..." She sighs and looks away for a moment. "We're...still trying to figure out what we are to each other, and yes, I haven't seen him in a while. He's a big boy, though, and doesn't answer to me." She chuckles, just a touch bitterly. "I said it before, and it bears repeating. It's nothing like I thought it would be. But...hmm. I think the details are for another time and place, though, because you seem to have someone interested in you. And he doesn't look like a typical star struck fan..." She lets her voice trail off as she looks up at the studious-looking man approaching. "Or the Great Library figured out I, er, -borrowed- this and wants it back." She taps the enormous tome on the table in front of her.
The Professor	As he is noticed by at least one of the pair he gives them a smile, giving a short looks to both of them, but obviously being more interested in the lather large sized man. "Oh? Am I interupting something? My appologies." He adresses them both, then fully turns to the man. "Fudo the Mountain, am I right? You wouldnt deny a fan of yours an autograph, would you?"
Fudou the Mountain	Sinew creaks and the ground rumbles as Fudou twists his body and turns his attention behind him to look upon The Professor with a surprised expression. He blinks a few times, peering at the man from behind his own silver rimmed spectacles and then-- He gives a big full toothed grin. "Weeelllll! This is a surprise.. I did not think that local academics and librarians had interest in me. The matters I deal in are much more simple and straight forward then what grabs the attention of scholars, teachers and loremasters!" Fuduo beckons for the man to come closer and enter the cafe is he will. "Autograph.. Hmmm.." he considers and then says, "Very well. Sign it I will. You do me some honor by assuming I know how to write. I do."
Bright Journey	With a quiet, amused little chuckle, Bright Journey leans back, mug of wine in both hands. "Now see, my dear? This is what happens when people like you and want to talk to you. Instead of running away. Catch more flies with honey, as you know. On the other hand..." She makes a comical little moue. "Not sure how I feel about people coming to you first when I'm in the room, though." Bright laughs, thereby showing she's not seriously upset. "Mind you, though, I'm devoutly glad I was not the one who paid for the dozens of broken quills you must have been responsible for." She pauses, looking at the newcomer curiously.
The Professor	Taking a piece of paper out of his notepad and his seemingly custom made, really expensive pen. About to hand it to the man when he hears the remarks about the broken quills, which makes him get the pen back into the safety of his pocket and get a less expensive one which he doesent mind sacrificing for a greater cause as he hands it over "Gratitude. Truth to be told, I am not a local, but rather a traveler. However I am always quick to overhear some rumors of someone famous wherever I go. After all, one has to be able to brag about something." He then moves to one of the unoccupied chairs at the table. "I hope you dont mind if I take a seat, do you?" He asks, but even before anyone has a chance to say anything he takes a seat."
Fudou the Mountain	"Charisma will open doors but brute strength will kick it the rest of the way open luv." responds Fudou with an amused sound, "I've tried it all, yes. But these days I seem to be more inclined to lean into things I learned both at home as well as picked up from the likes of you!" It's a fair warning, regarding the quill.. Fudou's fingers are more then simply sausages. Even if the man were prportioned with a slender build for his prodigious superhuman height, his digits would be massive. As filled out as he is, like s caravan of guild wagon pulling beasts, his thick fingers would treat the average sized quill like a straw. Which is exactly what happens. The quill snaps under the pressure of his enormous digits, causing ink to spray and splotch out, even splashing up against his glasses and he rears back in both surprise and embaressement at that. "Well then!! My apologies!" he remarks. "I suppose I was being a touch careless there!"
Bright Journey	"Ah, my dear," Bright replies with a smile, "but look at it this way. No, I am not going to be breaking down any doors anytime soon. At least by kicking them. I do have other ways." She smirks knowingly. "A couple, in fact. But rest assured that if I wanted to, I could sweet talk you into doing it for me, don't you think?" She chuckles quietly. "Pretty sure I could. And you're so big and strong and handsome..." She rests her hands under her chin, palms down, and bats her eyes in a ridiculous parody of herself. She winces in sympathetic pain, though, when the quill breaks. "Oh, damn!" It's pretty obvious -that- word isn't in her Ladylike Lexicon. "I'm sorry, Fudou. I think I might have cursed you. I think I have a handkerchief..." Her voice trails off while she hunts for one, largely unsuccessfully, but as she does so she pauses a moment to give The Professor an appraising eye. "So, my dear, I apologize but I don't think we've made our acquaintance. You can call me Bright Journey. And you are...?"
The Professor	"Oh, how rude of me for not introducing myself. People tend to call me Professor. Pleasure to meet you both." He then turns to Fudou again with a bit appologetic look on his face. "Appologies on my side. I probably should have given you a sturdier pen." As he watches him clean himself from all the splashed ink, leaning back in his chair afterwards. "So, you two know seem to know eachother well."
Fudou the Mountain	"Trying to talk me into doing something for you or some of our associates isn't particularly challenging unless you've warned me ahead of time, as you just did, in which case I might be more obstinate then usual and try and provide you with some additional barriers to overcome." Fudou seems rather affable and cheerful regarding that mind you. "Nothing worth getting is supposed to be easy, now is it?" Overall he seems rather understanding despite having ink over his body and glasses and he removes said small glasses, squinting slightly as he looks them over and then grins towards the professor, "Very obse4rvant! Yes, it would seem we do know each other - though - in Great Forks it would perhaps not be so strange to see strangers being familiar with one another. This cit is bizarre like that. From where do you come then and what exactly are you a professor of?"
Bright Journey	"Mmm, well, I suppose it's true that if it's easy it's probably not worth it. That's fair. And neither one of us got to where we are by taking the easy road." Bright just smiles and shrugs, though she's still obviously contrite over the ink thing. At this, she turns to Professor. "Well, let's face it, my dear: People -have- managed to meet each other at say, roadside cafe's, and chatted on occasion. I'm honestly not sure when Fudou and I met, but we've known each other for several years by this point. Fudou's question is exactly what I was going to ask, though. I'm not a professional scholar by any means, mind you, but I -have- been known to read a book or two." She chuckles and taps the leattherbound tome again. "Like this one. Not exactly light reading, perhaps, but interesting nonetheless." Light reading that tome is not, in a couple senses of the word. "Principles of Runes, Sigils, and Letters" is proudly stamped on the cover. She didn't just check -that- out of the publicly available section of the local library.
The Professor	"Quite an intersting book you have. Linguistics are over all a rather intersting subject, though I have always had problems getting into it." He says, seeing the book. "I personally am a professor of quite a few subjects. Natural sciences, medicine, psychology and so on. I used my time at the accademy to the fullest and may I say it was quite the amount of time. I even published a few of my studies and books." Though what he says doesent really seem to fit to how he looks, after all, this man seems to be just in his early twenties. One could even assume that this man is just making it up, after all there is no chance someone as young as him has done so much already. There is also the fact that he seems to have elected to ignore the question about where is he from. Why would someone do such a thing.
Fudou the Mountain	The giant's deep voice seems more amused then cautious. "You seem rather well learned for someone who looks so young. That makes me have some guesses as to how that could be." Fudou's grin returns to his face easily as he lifts his glasses back up and returns them to their perch atop his broad nose. "You either have more time on your hands then someone with your apparent age would normally have or you are great at stretching the truth. EIther way, how interesting! Sadly it seems you will have to go without an autograph though I'm unsure what value my signature would have to someone as well learned as yourself."