You Can't Make An Omlette...[FINISHED]

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon was able to make his way into a small town to take shelter among other beings for a change rather than by himself. The town consisted of numerous amonts of ma and pa shops, including an inn that seemed rather inviting if he could say so himself.

So he walked in and observed the area. There was a small pub inside that he noticed loads of badly dressed drunks enjoy the comany of other men. Yeah, he wasn't going near that place.

Then he noticed the small club down the hall playing what sounded like good trance music. From what Solomon could see, there was a rave underway that kind of looked like fun. But he was honestly too exhausted to participate.

No, not tired; just emotionally drained. He was hoping that by at least waiting in the lobby after checking in to a room that he could meet someone to fill his tank back up for lack of better metaphors.

Solomon approached the front counter, staring at the serviceman across from him.

"Hi," he said in a friendly manner. "I would like a room, please."

[RyuSeiko, Yukio]

Yukio was still confused. London sucked. And now he wasn't sure were he was. His Zanbato he hid in an alley a litle bit up four alley ways. As he walked the soft clip clap of his shoes made short snaps as he went around the corner to see an Inn. "That whatever people above for an Inn!!" he exclained as he went closer. Sticking his hands into his pant's pockets and smiling. In his mouth he had what it seemed to be a fish tail bone and part of the spine. He went in the Inn and counted his money before wondering how much would a three day stay be. And if it wasn't much would they except Yen?

Probably not, but he hopped so. Since that was what he had right now. Looking around he saw drunkards and it wasn't very appealing. Sure he drank but he never was an idiot like them. He then went up to the counter by Solomon and waited. He wasn't going to be rude and but in.

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon had to admit; he loved Westminister. This little London suburb was rather fitting for what he always wanted to achieve; a simple life with a family to enjoy it with. And even though this inn was somewhat out of place with the club, which he thought they probably included to give the teenagers here a place to mingle, it was still rather nice to successfully find a place to rest within a town.

"A room you say?" the innkeeper said to the Youkai with a smile. "Anything fancy governor, or just something simple?"

"Something simple," Solomon said before releasing what seemed to be a depressed sigh. Not only had the search for his father became slow, but it seemed he wasn't too lucky on finding any companionship since he decided to start this journey of him. And apparently the innkeeper noticed this.

"Ah, cheer up, mate," he said as he closed a book. "There are plenty good pickings of the ladies here in Westminister; that's for true. I'll be back with your key."

Solomon smiled at the innkeeper. "Thanks," he said. As he watched the innkeeper retreat into a room in the back, he noticed a man with a red ribbon tied around his head standing next to him, apparently waiting in line for a room just like Solomon. The Youkai had to admit; it was rather evident that the man was either a tourist, or woke up in the middle of Kensington and Chelsea after being kidnapped from Kyoto; another fine place Solomon found rather interesting.

Either way, the man was not from here. But it would be rude of Solomon to just stand there and not acknowledge his presence. He turned toward the man and smiled as he extended his hand to shake.

"Hi," he said to the man. "The name's Solomon. Here on vacation?"

[RyuSeiko, Yukio]

Yukio listened to the accent, another Brit just luck was against him. But the man infront of him thankfully did not have that was a releif. Seeing the hand extended he smiled and shook his hand, "Yukio, and you can say that. Been lookin' around... um not sure where this is but last spot I took a stop was London." he let go after the shake was over and stuck his hand in his pocket and the said something totaly random, "Do you know if they take Yen, Japanese currency? If I am gonna get a room I need to know..." he then shifted the fish tail to the other side as he waited.

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon's smile turned into an accomplished grin. Once the man named Yukio released his hand, he used it to point at the tourist.

"Ha!" he said. "I knew it! You are from Japan!"

The anxious Youkai then realized that there was the possibility that he probably just made him feel a little more uncomfortable than he was already feeling. A little embarrassed, he took the same hand he used to shake and point to scratch the back of his head.

"Sorry about that," he apologized. "I always get a little over-excited whenever I read a person right.

Finished with his apology, Solomon leaned against the counter the two were near, thinking about Yukio's questions. He looked around the inn and noticed all of the memorabilia from different countries.

"I would be pretty safe in guessing this place takes currency other than Euros," Solomon assumed. "It seems that the owner made sure he had guests outside of Westminister whenever possible."

He looked at Yukio again, this time with his regular friendly smile.

"That's where we are," he told him in response to his location question. "Westminister is a London suburb sort of speak. I've been here a few times, but the reason for my visit now is a bit more... personal."

Solomon rose an eyebrow at Yukio, still trying to read him. Taking a gamble, he decided to ask, "Do you know how you got here?"

[RyuSeiko, Yukio]

Yukio nodded, he was from Japan. More like the country side of it, less noise and more trouble for his nose to poke into. He was uncomfortable being pointed at. But to hide it he smiled and removed the fish tail from his mouth with his hand and spoke, "Yeah, I've been all over the place too. Just can't seem to find out how to tell where the hell I am at times. And it is fine. I'm stared at, glared on, and more just because of something I carry most of the time. Just I left it in an alley back four I believe." he then stuck the tail in his pocket, he'd probably use it later.

As Solomon glanced around so did he. The pictures from everywhere made him smile a little, "The guy sure does like other countries. Haven't seen that many pictures before. And at least I'll be able to pay for a stay. London is so confusing..."

He didn't need to comment on the reason he was there, it wasn't nice either, well to ask why that is. But he had to answer how he got there, "I walked. Not joking but I've walked from Kyoto all over the place, stowaying when I could too so I wouldn't have to pay much. But mostly walked." just saying that of himself made his feet literally hurt. Mostly because he walked nearly half of the way to London.

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon chuckled as he heard Yukio say that he was from Kyoto. The fact that he wasn't even trying to guess that's where he came from made his assumptions a little more funnier to him. However, the fact that he walked all the way from Kyoto to London was incredibly awesome. And part of what made it awesome was that he was a traveler himself. That was a common link he found with Yukio.

"Yeah, a picture's worth a thousand words they say," Solomon replied to Yukio's comment about the owner of the inn. "If that's t he case, then this guy must be a loudmoth."

After his attempt at humor, Solomon decided to bring back up something Yukio mentioned; something that got him curious.

"What do you carry?"

[RyuSeiko, Yukio]

Listening to Solomon he snickered. He met a few loudmouths and busted them but the inn keeper must be a nice guy. Especially to let others stay in his Inn and pay. He then made a comment of his own, "Well if he's a loud mouth let's hope he's not the idiot kind. I've met some guys that were like that and well... they were all very weird." He then just listened to the question of what he carried. His Zanbatō. All safe and wrapped up in an alley between two buildings that were really close together. He then answered, "My Zanbatō. Left it in an alley way four back... which I hope no one will care to try and take it. The damn thing is heavy to those who aren't used to handling them."

[Yoshi Tokugawa]

(These events take place after Tokugawa Yoshi and the Sho Brothers have parted Ways)


The Foghorn blew with a loud bellow as the ship docked in to Westminister. Tokugawa Yoshi hopped off and had a look around, sighing. The decorative houses in colonial styling seemed more popular on this side of the globe. But Yoshi had to travel to get stronger and learn more, he had just heard of the invention of the 'handgun' and had to acquire one for studying purposes, if not for use. Yet, even with the 'Baguadao', Nothing seemed to feel as natural as the arrow.

Yoshi walked rather slowly. He knew he needed to find lodging for the night. As He walked near the alleyways. He saw some strange figures huddled over something. He wasn't sure what so he creapt up slowly yet casually to the men. "Hey, what are we looking at?"

The men, four of them, picked up the object and started running. As Yoshi gave chase, he sighed. "Glad I packed Lightly..."

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon raised an eyebrow after hearing Yukio state that he brought a Zampato; a very long samurai sword he learned during his trips to Japan ranged approximately between 12 to 18 inches in length. And the fact that he was able to get that thing through customs was awesome enough.

"A Zampato?" he said out loud. "Sweet! I'm not that much of a weapon user, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate nice hardware."

The innkeeper immediately came back with a book and a key in his hand, whistling out a tune. This immediately caught Solomon's attention, hoping that was his room key. He watched the innkeeper place the book down and twirl the key around his index finger.

"Say," Solomon started, "who owns this place anyways?"

"Ah," the innkeeper said to Solomon, not trying to sound annoyed. "This French bloke named Mercelle DuBois. He's the Vice President of Skylight Industries. I tell ya, since that company went public, honest businesses just couldn't catch a break. A lot of local businesses have to close because of them."

He paused, seemingly reminicing of the days before the company's takeover.

"Westminister used to be such a safe place back then," he said. "Now you can't even walk down the street without seeing someone rob someone or steal something from an abandoned alleyway someone kept there for safe keeping." He huffed and looked at Solomon with a smile. "Anyway, here's your key." He tossed it at the young Youkai, who caught it just as quickly. "Enjoy your stay," he said before walking off.

"Thanks again," he said to the innkeeper. Solomon's face immediately went from happiness to caution. He immediately remembered that Yukio told him he left his sword outside. He looked at Yukio with a concerned look.

"Dude..." he said to Yukio. "You don't think..."

[Yoshi Tokugawa]

Yoshi hustled down the alley way chasing the four men. Seeing the opening, Yoshi knew that he might lose them if he didn't act. Stopping, he place his hans on the wall to the right. Smoke could be seen off his breath as he began to channel the cold magic.
"Wall of Ice, Seal to protect!" The energy channeled right down the wall and out into the alley clearing, filling it high with solid ice. When the men realized they couldn't get past, the put the weapon against the wall, and, to Yoshi's suprise, rushed him. Preparing to defend, he spread his arms with confidence and prepared to strike. 'Good ol' Ba Gua..' he thought as he readied himself.

[glow=orange,2,300]"Yin Style! Xun (Phoenix) System! Windmill![/glow]

As the first contender came in with a right, Yoshi crossed his forearms, Clenching the attackers arm. He pulled his arm to the left, Whipped him on the neck with both arms and grabbed him by the collar, Tossing him overhead into another opponent. The other two, producing knives.

Yoshi place a hand on his Dao Sword and Signaled with the other to step forward.

''C'mon!"

[RyuSeiko, Yukio]

Zanbatō{bad image of Sanosuke/Yukio}

He listened to Solomon and noded, "Yeah. It's huge, taller than me and half as wide maybe. I just happen to be able to weild it. Normaly you'd have to be really huge to carry it but I am one of a kind to do it." He smiled. As the inn keeper spoke of how rotten the place was he growled a little. If someone stole his sword he'd need to you the Two Layers again. And possible a few guys would need to carry the damn thing. He clenched a fist with his right hand and spoke, "I really hope not!! Right now I can't even use my left hand so I really, REALLY need my Zanbatō!"

He then went to the Inn's door and waited for Solomon if he was going to come that is, "Well if you're gonna come go a head. But if not I'll leave ya here got that? I need to make sure it's there!" he then ran off to find his Zanbatō, it wasn't worth much if you weren't used to it's weight or if you didn't know how to use it right.

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon immediately ran after Yukio after he saw him head toward the door of the inn. He bypassed the alleyway earlier when he entered the inn, so asking where it was wasn't necessary. But by the time he got there, all he could find were two empty trash cans. Solomon sighed and frowned.

"Damn," he said out loud. "I hate it when my intuition is right."

Solomon's head perked up instantly. He started to pick up the scents of what seemed to be five individuals. He looked across the other half of the alleyway and started to see ice on the walls of the buildings. It lead off the walls and into what seemed like a wall formed entirely of ice.

Curious, Solomon immediately headed toward the area, only to be surprisingly stopped dead in his tracks as two men were instantly thrown to the ground, seemingly had collided with each other.

"C'mon!" he heard from near the wall. Solomon immediately hid in a darkened corner of a building, only to see a green-haired man against what looked like two other men, with something wrapped leaning against a wall.

"The sword..."

[RyuSeiko, Yukio]

Yukio ran to the fourth alley way and when he got there he snarled. This was soo totaly not fair but he was going to find it, "Dammit, where the heck is it?!" looking around he noticed Solomon look around as if he heard something. Interesting. He followed him and saw several men in an alley covered with... ice? That was totaly new for him. He then saw his blade and smirked. Well mostly from annoyance and maybe three percent of it was from agravation. He then saw Solomon duck in the shadows and then figured he was probably keeping out of sight so he did the same.

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon looked across from him when he noticed Yukio catch up to his location. He saw his reaction to seeing the ice all over the place and would have chuckled at it if he weren't busy paying attention to the battle between the four men against the guy with green hair. After Yukio noticed the Youkai and did as the Romans do by finding his own shadow to hide under, Solomon noticed the two men the green haired man undoubtedly threw into each other start to stand and join the other two.

"Well, this is an unfair fight," he said to himself. That's when he noticed the two men immediately start running toward him. If there was one thing Solomon hated, it was being out-numbered. And even though he wasn't necessarily involved, he couldn't just stand there and watch someone else become overtaken by a situation he hated himself.

So Solomon extended his arms, allowing them to leave the covering of the shadows from the building. And as the two men ran toward the green haired man, Solomon summoned a thick layer of ice to appear underneath their feet. He watched as the two men immediately slipped and fell, sliding toward the wall of ice and colliding with it rather hard. He immediately stepped out of the shadows and rolled up the sleeves of his leather jacket.

"Hey," he said to the guys outnumbering the green haired man. "How about you guys put down the knives and fight like men?"

[Yoshi Tokugawa]

Yoshi uncurled his arms at the action before him. Nevertheless, he was happy to have some assistance. Yoshi never cared for this type of combat, Foolish, brazen attacks with no strategem, Often ending in overexertion and defeat. Truly foolish indeed.

Yoshi stood straight and began to pour the cold magic down his arm, sharpening it. This whole incident was actually pretty dumb to him, and it was time for it to be over.

"Heed, Gentlemen," he said. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out you are trying to take something that is not yours. I don't like thieves." Yoshi then pointed his index finger at the two fallen men, who scrambled to gain a sense of balance. Glacing at the man behind him he turned back to the men and continued.
"Get the hell out of here, before I make Ice cubes out of you both!" Purposely misfiring, Yoshi made a few obscuring Stalagmites before the men got the point, running of as fast as they could with their tails between their legs.

Calming down, Yoshi turned to greet the man who backed him, although a bit weary, he figured that he would do the same thing in the same situation.

"Thank you for your assistance. My name is Tokugawa Yoshi." Pointing to the large object, he added, " And Might this....weapon...be yours?"

[Solomon Koukon]

Solomon flicked his nose with his thumb as a smirk appeared when he saw the men start to run off.

"Yeah, you better run!" he yelled at them. His smirk widened a bit, even though he knew he was just adding his own little flare to a flame that died off a while ago.

Whatever. It felt good.

He turned around to face the green haired man, who introduced himself as a Tokugawa Yoshi; another one from Japan he could only guess would be vacationing in England. When he asked Solomon if the Zambato was his, he chuckled a bit.

"I wish, dude," he told Yoshi. "I was just helping a friend I met here look for it."

He held out his hand for the man to shake as his smirk appeared more friendly.

"My names Solomon. Nice to meet you, Yoshi."

[Yoshi Tokugawa]

"Solomon...ok." Yoshi nodded. Then he Walked back to the weapon. and surveyed it slowly. "This craftsmanship is very good quality," he began in around about way. "As much as I would like to study it, I think it is best if we just get it back to it's wielder before more....distractions arise." Yoshi then walked back to Solomon, slicking his har behind his ear and placing his hands on the sides of his hips rather questionably.

"I'd be dammed if I left My Bow out here. SO just where is this irresponsible friend of yours?"

[RyuSeiko, Yukio]

As the events unfolded Yukio watched. Next time in a fight he'd jump in and not sit and watch like a coward. For that he cursed under his breath a little. He kind of thought it was funny that the guys were chicken to run like that.

But the guys to him looked like they had a bad time caring his blade. Stepping out of the shadows he listened to Solomon and Yoshi talk. Irresponsible? He didn't think so, but he liked the comment on his Zanbatō, "Irresponsible huh? Would you like to have unwanted attention on yourself if you carried a Zanbatō?" He then grabbed the cloth and moved it off to show a large silver colored blade with a two feet pole for a hilt. He kicked it to make it fall a little and grabbed the handle with one arm.

It weighed the same so nothing was missing. Like a chunk of metal. He set it back down and wrapped it back up and picked it up again resting it on his shoulder, "Am sorry to have someone think I am irresponsible to try and keep this thing safe and draw less attention to myself. And I am RyuSeiko Yukio. Nice to meet cha'." His arm rested on the handle even if no one saw it under the light brown cloth and dark bround straps. He had no expression on other than a raised brow.

[Yoshi Tokugawa]

"Yukio....okay." Yoshi responded, tapping his head twice. " I understand the situation, drawing attention to yourself in a new place isn't smart. Yet," Yoshi Paused to Pull out his BaguaDao from his Backsheath, admiring it in the moonlight. "..I craft my own weapons...and I could leave them in anyone's hands."

Re-sheating the Dao, Yoshi streched a little before placing his hands on the straps of his backpack. He's was a little achy from the ship ride, and after the nights events, was ready for a good meal and some rest.

"Well, Yukio. Solomon. Know of a Good Inn?"