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Majima Goro Kamurocho is a bustling part of the Shinjuku Prefecture. Any Elite that's heard Majima on the radio has heard him tell the stories. You'd think people would be cowering in the streets from the wild, constant gangs of hooligans and yakuza constantly storming around looking for a fight.

They're not. There are people everywhere, happily using the vending machines, making their way to their jobs, making their purchases at the local vendors. One might almost mistake the place for being peaceful. It's a bright day outside.
The 'recommended route' leaves N'raha standing at an intersection reading 'Tenkaichi St', with a sizable neon gate resembling a Doman torii. Cars drive past, but very few enter the roads of Kamurocho themselves. This is very much a pedestrian city.
N'Raha     Raha's been to all of the Big Cities in Eorzea. Ul'dah, Limsa, Gridania.
    This outsines them all. Tokyo is just... a crush of people. And even if Limsa was crowded on Market Day, this is... this is slightly overwhemling.

    His ears pin back a bit as he gets through the checkpoints at the Warp Gate, looking up a bit at the torii as he passes through. Gone is the rustic tunic or the glitzy full plate, and in their place was the crisp, Tataru-tailored green suit he favored when having to do Offworld Business Stuff.
    Even if this place does not at ALL look like it's about Business. Hnnnnnrrm. The Catman picks a direction, spurred on by the smell of food and starts to move.
Majima Goro     Food is the easiest thing to find in the city. It's a straight line that passes by a bar, in fact. The sign says 'SERENA' on it, but...well, the front door is locked. From the scuff marks on the door, and the mild disrepair of the sign, it seems like it's been closed for quite some time. Unfortunate.
The first available option is a glass-walled building on his left. Shelves of small bags and peculiar bottles of colored...who knows, populate the inside of a store called, apparently, 'Poppo's.'
The distinct smell of breaded calamari, however, lures from a block further.
However, just at the intersection, a group of men in cheap suits seem to be angrily discussing something.
"This 'Multiverse' shit pisses me off," One declares. "Why'd the government let this happen! Now we're gonna get invaded by aliens or some shit."
His friend rubs his head. "...This shit again, Tanaka? They didn't 'let it happen'. Fuckin' universe just works like this. Now shut up. Look, you wanna get pounded by some crazy ass guy in full armor with a laser gun or some shit because you wanna be an idiot?"
The third man with them, in a cheap suit, notices N'Raha, patting the first guy on the back. "Look. Look, some cat asshole. He's gotta be from offworld, right? We could just pound him, send a -message-."
"Yeah! A message!" There's some knuckle-cracking, before the three start to advance on the Mi'qote.
"HEY! YOU!" They call. Outrun them? Break their spirits? That's up to the Warrior of Light.
N'Raha     Hoooooooo... calamari. Raha is always in the mood to try out other people's recipes for things he makes himself. Being a Culinarian isn't just about MAKING food, it's also about Enjoying Food. And he's just about to head down that alley way...
    When he hears that discussion and spots the trio of Fellas. Well. Majima DID warn him, now didn't he? Raha can easily just slack off and try and defuse this situation, but as the three men approach, he just sort of stands his ground.
    That said, he's not a Tall Fellow. Though those ears do stick straight up, and his tail fluffs out in a bristle brush. "...Something the matter, fellas?" He adjusts his tie. "I'm just trying to find some lunch here..."
Majima Goro      "...you ain't gonna be eatin' much with a broken jaw, buddy." The crowds of people notice the impending fight, and...er...helpfully disperse. Like a human fence. It was a smooth transition, the Mi'qote's chance for retreat cut off almost seamlessly, as the three men start to spread out. One pulls out a wooden katana from somewhere. The other one has something sparking. The third one has nothing.
GOONS
The unarmed man goes first, lunging in to throw an excruciatingly clumsy punch to N'raha's face. "Kamurocho ain't just some playground for aliens, punk!"
N'Raha     Raha's response to that clumsy punch is to slip out of the way with a frankly feline grace, and step back clear two or three steps. The weapons get a LOOK from the catman, as he sighs. "Really? Here? Fellas, please, you think I'm not coming here empty handed myself. I was /warned/."
    And as he speaks he holds out his hand and conjures up... well. Usually it would be Bravura, but he really doesn't need to be carrying his full on Relic weapon here, now does he? Instead, it's a... uh.

    It's a fireman's axe, that's as big as he is. And he effortlessly flips it around to rest on his shoulder, and drops down into a defensive stance. "Wanna try that again?"
Majima Goro     N'raha was warned, and warned rightly. The man stumbles past him, looking strangely shocked, as if this is the first time this week that has happened to him. Next up is the man in the wooden katana, who does not seem nearly as intimidated by the sizable fireman's axe as one would believe. "...What, you expect me to think you can actually use that fuckin' thing? It's way too big," He says. He's not -as- incompetent as the first man, but he's certainly no samurai. He's not even holding the katana right. Still, he makes for a decent overhand swing--though the real problem is the unarmed guy's coming back around to try to suckerpunch Raha while he's distracted. Numbers do seem to be the key to success, when it comes to idiot goons in Kamurocho.
N'Raha     Raha shifts to catch that bokken with the blade of the axe, and twists in place to try and lever it out of the man's hands, before getting punched in the back of the head by the other man.
    For most people this would be a cause for alarm, getting hit like that. Only, not so much for Raha. He takes the head and rocks right back, a rather... disturbing aura starting to grow from him.

    He speaks again, only this time the words are practically purred, with a lion's rumble coming from the catman's chest. "Last warning, friends."
Majima Goro     The 'disturbing aura' does not seem to faze them one bit. In fact, there's a super faint red one around the unarmed guy, now that he's got a single hit in. He's rocking it! Yeah! He is in the -zone-.
"'fore what, you make an even better punching bag?" The unarmed one says, starting to hop about a little. Yeah! He is absolutely ready to go here, and he's rearing forward to deliver his absolute best haymaker directly to Raha's face.

The third man with the Katana's just sort of watching. It's convenient the way they mostly take turns. That leaves only the guy with the stun-gun, who looks left. Looks right, and then lunges forward to try to nail Raha with that sweet, sweet debilitating electricity. Seriously, the thing looks like it might fall apart any minute, but it's still a reasonable danger while it works.
N'Raha     N'raha Tia can take plenty. He's stood toe to toe with Gods. Allagan machinations sublime and profane. Terros out of time and space.

    The haymaker lands on the catman, twisting his upper body with t force of the blow and it looks like Raha might stagger...
    But no, he takes a step, which turns into a STOMP, and his own aura EXPLODES, as he turns on his Wrath. The axe comes around, low and fast, to clip Mr. Punchguy off his feet, and then whips around once more to crash downwards into the the guy with the flat os the axe's blade. THUMP.
    HE SHOCKER hits and Raha twitches a bit, his jacket clinking oddly as he's debuffed. His eyes FLARE, and he simply shoulder rushes the guy in the direction of the nearest wall.
Majima Goro The level of violence does not seem to be shocking anyone in the crowd. Mr. Punchguy Tanaka does not, by any means, seem dextrous enough to do anything about this mess. He's smashed into the ground, groaning and...simply laying there uselessly.

The man with the taser seems shocked as N'raha doesn't even fall to the ground, looking a little bit panicked, but it's far too late for him. He's smashed into the wall, landing...well. On one knee, but he doesn't look too interested in getting up. He's holding his stomach with one hand, the stungun long dropped.

That leaves the man with the wooden katana, who has just seen his friends dropped like flies by an insanely powerful offworld with a giant axe and an aura of pure malice and wrath. It would seem to be an excellent time to retreat.

The man does absolutely no such thing, raising his sword above his head to try to deliver a overhand strike, running across the ten or so foot distance between the two combatants while yelling loudly. It's like they almost don't even have self-preservation instincts.
N'Raha     Those fluffy ears flick, the black haired cat turning in place as he hears the other man approach. Yes, things without self preservation is something that Raha is frankly used to at this point.
    That overhead strike sweeps in and Raha just steps into it, face to shoulder with the WOODMAN, and he jams his axe handle straight into the man's stomach, looking to knock the wind out of him... probably for the rest of the day. "Take a REST, fella."
Majima Goro     And he's out, stumbling back and landing flat on his ass.
A bottle falls out of his pockets while he falls, rolling over to N'Raha's feet. It's some sort of rejuvenating potion, from the label, called 'Toughness ZZ'.

The crowd, noticing the fight has ended, wordlessly resumes their day. Noone's calling the cops. Noone's...even commenting on it. The entertainment has ended, apparently, and there's only some mild bitching and grumbling from the men he's just effortlessly dispatched.
On the upside, it seems like the man with the stungun lost some cash. It's not a huge amount, but N'raha's economic talent is enough to determine it probably just paid for lunch, so there's that.
N'Raha     That's that. There's not enough of a reason for a victory fanfare on this one, is there? The hustle and bustle and the mood of the day goes immediately back to Crass Capitalism and Gross Excess, and Raha polices up his winnings from the fallen fools. The Axe flashes back into motes of magic, and the catman counts out his winnings...

    A flick of his ears at a passing pretty girl, because he can't help himself, and then he's back off in search of his calamari prize.
Majima Goro N'raha's earflick gets sort of a confused, but appreciative smile from the girl. Strange, exotic catmen with axes, and other Kamurocho oddities, apparently.
At any rate, turning the corner leads to Gindaco Highball. The restaurant serves right from the streetside, a man offering a variety of seafoods and other local delights.
Takoyaki, Cheese and Spicy Fish Roe, Sour Cream Fries, Deep Fried Octopus, as well as a variety of alcoholic beverages to choose from. And it's while perusing the menu that there's a clap of leather on leather.
"Eh, I see ya fit in just fine, eh?" Majima says, cracking his knuckles. The snakeskin-jacketed madman makes his order, coming away with a plate of what is called 'Octopus & Avocado with Yuzu Pepper' and a tall beer.
"Saw the whole thing, Raha-chan. Ya might even make it across the city like that."
N'Raha     Let's be clear, street food ANYWHERE is full of 'fried stuff on a stick' and this place is no exception. It's the takoyaki that he's been smelling, apparently, and Raha steps right up with his fistful of ill-gotten new money to buy lunch.

    That said he looks up, and up and up at Majima as he approaches, and laughs. He's used to hyurs and human towering over him here. He's worked with Highlanders from Ala Mihgo for too long not to be used to it. "Oh! Ahoy up there. And thanks, I guess. Those fellas just had a need to fight SOMETHING I guess and they picked me. Soooooo now I have their cash." A shrug and the catman calls for a full plate of takoyaki, his tail fluffing out excitedly.
    Oh. Right. Then he properly looks to Majima and with... well. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a business card, and flicks it up to Majima. Not fully proper Japanese style, but at least he did partial homework. Sadly, the writing on the card is in Eorzean. "The internets said I should get you one of these when I meet you."
Majima Goro "Nehehe. I tell ya guys, and it's like ya always think I'm kidding. If ya go two blocks north, I betcha got the same problem with some other punks. Half this town's lookin' ta get their faces punched in, I swear." Majima takes a long drink of his beer, only putting his food away to take the card. In both hands. Even Majima respectfully puts the business card away in a holder, offering Raha one of his own. It's...made out of engraved steel. That's kind of crazy, but also it's Majima, why would he *not* have a business card you could beat a man with if you so chose?

"Probably the one thing I do like 'bout this place. Ain't nobody runnin' chickenshit just cause they ain't sure they got an easy mark."
N'Raha     Oh. two hands. Raha catches that, and recieves it back in both hands, even bowing as best he can while still looking up at Majima. A difficult motion. That done, he slides the yakuza's card into his vest pocket and then settles in on one of the chairs outside the stall. "Foolish, but amusing at least." His Takoyaki arrives, and Raha takes all the consideration one has to take with Hot Balls of Stuff, and crams one directly into his mouth, doing the reverse blowing afterwards to cool off.
Majima Goro     Majima cackles. "Nehehe. Yeah, ya ain't usually got an issue, it's more of a hassle than anythin'. Specially if things're going crazy, which...y'know. Happens every so often. Ya never know. Maybe the Millenium Tower'll blow up again, ya know?" He says, not giving a wink to the camera or anything.

"So what, ya just out here ta get a snack, Raha-chan?"
N'Raha     It takes a moment or two for Raha to properly swallow his first bite, and then he smiles. "Something like that. I mean... well." His tail flicks. "I'm also on the look out for stuff for my partner. She's a nice lady and I figured there might be a gift or two I could get her while I scoped out this place."

    The 'scoped out' is given a bit more emphasis than Right might have wanted. He's not the most subtle creature.
Majima Goro Majima Goro ...considers that a moment. "Yeah, I heard ya kinda a lady's man, eh? Arright." He taps a finger between his eyes a few times, concentrating a moment. "There's a place a few blocks from here, sells a bunch of import jewellery, watches, fine fur coats and crap," He says, "...Might be somethin' /real/ offbeat in the Ebisu Pawn Shop, if that's ya thing..."

He looks around a little. "...and if ya looking to, ah, scope out, there's a couple clubs in town we could go hit up."
N'Raha     Oh. OH. "Oh not the second one, not quite so much like that." Raha's ears flick against his head. "I'm trying something new for... well. For me. And for my sorts of people. Just the one lady, and I'm happy with her." A soft smile at that. "So, something for HER while I uh... scoped out the other sorts of situations, honestly. Not like... lady situations."
    Are the insides of his ears pink? Maybe a little. Raha hides his embarassment with another whole ball of Takoyaki.
Majima Goro Majima Goro cackles, grabbing a long drink of his beer. Good stuff, y'know. Good stuff.
"Arright. Watches and fur coats it is," He says. "Tell ya what. Let's go work off some o' this crap at the batting cages, and then I'll help ya get somethin' for ya girl, eh?" He winks, with his one eye, which really just ends up looking like an ordinary blink, when you get down to it. Maybe more of a knowing glance involved.
"Less ya' wanna wander 'round town on ya own. I ain't ya babysitter."
N'Raha     HEY COUSIN!

    Wait, wrong series. Raha winks back and nods, tail flicking less axiously. "I mean, I didnt' expect you to babysit, but uh... batting cages sounds exciting. What do they do at these cages? W-w-" He racks his brain, ears fluffing out. "Oh! Sports! Yes! I can do batting. I'm not the best at it, but I can do sports. The Balls and Hitting is a lot more finicky than cracking boudlers with an axe, that's for sure." He stops before they make their move, though, and picks up a few skewers of grilled eel before they go. Mmmmmm.
Majima Goro Majima Goro leads the Mi'qote north through the city. "Heheh! Well. Ya got Theatre Square on the left there." The word 'SEGA' in large letters denotes one of the local arcades on the corner. N'raha can definitely see a few shifty looking high schoolers, one with a pompadour, loitering about suspiciously. One even lights a cigarette.
"Place ain't so bad. There's a nightclub in there. Maybe take ya girl, huh?" He nudges the man with an elbow, before his phone rings.
"...What? ...ya ran out? Well go back to that fuckin' S-Mart place and buy more, I'm busy."
He pauses a moment.
"...Then take Minami with ya, if ya that worried. I ain't holdin' ya hand every time ya need a trip to the bathroom, dumbass." He clicks the phone away, pulling out a cigarette instead.

"Don't ya adventurer types normally go 'bout in bands of three or four or somethin'? That's what I usually saw goin' round that Limsa Lasagna place."
N'Raha     The Miqo laughs at Majima's dealings with... whoever that is, and grins. "Oh, gods, I know that feeling. I've got more than a few people I have to handle. Thankfully I am not the Actual Boss of the Scions. We've got one of those and she's been subdued lately." He leans so that Majima can see a little pearl and a loop of braided, padded wire that rests near the base of one of his ears. "Only ours run by magic." A beat. "Though I can't say I know what makes phones tick so they might be magic too."

    As they come up on the Sports Venue, raha looks up and up, and smiles. "Amazing that they've got something this big for practicing sports. We've got the Bloodsands in Ul'dah."
    Majima's question jostles him a bit, though. "Oh? Sometimes. I mean, other adventurers do. There's a sort of formula that people have found that works pretty well for most situations." He holds up his hand, and ticks fingers. "One person to handle getting hit by stuff, that's me. One person who deals with keeping everyone upright, that'd be Inga. And then two people to handle most of the killin'." A grin. "For the most part, that's the people who join us on an ad hoc basis."
Majima Goro Majima Goro flicks a lighter, taking a drag of his smoke as they walk. The tobacco stick dangles between two gloves fingers, as he leads the Mi'qote into the batting cages. There's a small clump of arcade machines, and four separate screen doors. "Ya said ya ain't any good at this shit, so let's go for the beginner class," He says, paying the attendant and letting N'Raha see the wonder of, uh, mini-games.

It's a faux grass field, and a large fenced in box, with a distant machine what spits baseballs on command. There's a rack of bats, and then...a screen. The screen has readouts that have large boxes that say things like 'home run', and '1 run', and the like.

"...Huh. Not gonna lie, I ain't heard o' havin' some guy whose job is ta get hit by shit. Fuckin' weird, but sure." He shrugs.
He reaches for a bat, walking up to the 'plate' to demonstrate how the machine works, tapping on the activator hidden beneath the white pentagon. A moment, before a 'thp' of a ball being shot out, and the crack as Majima swings.

"HOME RUN!" The cheery voice calls, the screen turning into a flash of lights.
"...but eh, if it works for ya."
N'Raha     The catman laughs a bit as he spots the room and the activites therein, his tail swishing. "Oh, an amusement room! We have something like this in Eorzea, the Gold Saucer Casino! You ought to come see it sometime! It's run by the Syndicate, and helps pay for the Resistance in Ala Mihgo, or so i'm lead to believe."
    Bless your heart, Mr. Manderville.

    As Majima steps up to the plate, Raha moves to the one next to him, watching Goro's stance and swing and method. He then squares up, taps the plate, gets a ball and- WHIFF. He's swinging too hard. "Oh? Well that's because most of the people who are going to be doin' the killing aren't wearing the sorts of armor I wear."
Majima Goro "...Yeah, I won't pretend I understand the armor bullshit, either." He shrugs, both hands out as he takes his turn.
-CRACK-
It's entirely likely he has a lot of practice. And, y'know, with one eye, he's probably learned to adjust for the lack of depth perception enough that it's practically a benefit. "Shit, ya guys had a casino hidden there this whole time? Yeah, I'm down. Busy this weekend, but..."
-CRACK-
"...Nehehe. If it's casinos ya want, though, we got a few. Depends if ya lookin' for the traditional games or more Western card games."
N'Raha     It's Raha's turn and he steps up, calls for a ball, and swings- and there's a CRACK and a CRACK as Raha first hits the ball, and then the bat breaks, and the ball goes skidding off into the cages somewhere. Raha reflexively ducks to avoid wooden shards and then... sheepishly coughs. "Okay, not... not the full swing, then."

    He huffs and then moves to get another bat, putting the rest of his FIGHT MONEY down on the counter as he does so to replace the bat. "Hmmmrpf. I'm no good at Triple Triad, so I usually do stuff like the tower climbing or other stuff. The Moogle's Paw game is pretty fun!"
    Multiversal shananigans make 'Moogle's Paw' sound pretty much like UFO Catcher to Majima.
Majima Goro Majima's eye widens. "...Yeah, that happens from time ta time with the older bats. Even happens in professional play. Don't get ya panties in a bunch, eh?" There's a dismissive hand wave.
"...Huh. Those games, eh? I always got people wantin' me to get 'em specific dolls outta there. I swear, every idiot in this town promises their girlfriend some shit they ain't ever gonna claw outta those things." He exaggeratedly sighs, shaking his head.
-CRACK-
"Ain't sure what the fuck Triple Triad is, but there's some kinda hobo casino in onna these abandoned buildin's. More of the traditional kinda dice shit ya expect ta see, y'know?"
N'Raha     Oooooooo goes Raha, as he settles back in, and then takes a swing. Much less 'use your aura' and more 'just swing like a muggle', and this time the ball goes forward, though not into one of the required squares. Damn. He switches off again, and then shuffles over to find another one of his eel skewers, taking a bite of the now sticky, lukewarm snack. "Mmmmph. So good. Hmmmph. Triad is sort of a collector's game, you get cards with pictures of things or people on them, and you have to put them down in a grid, and there's numbers on the edges, and if the card you put down has higher numbers than the cards next to it, you capture that space. Most spaces at the end wins."
    Oh no, it's one of those games, Goro. An ACHIEVEMENT game.
Majima Goro "...Huh. Yeah, arright, I know how that shit goes," Majima replies. "There was a, uh, similar arcade game that was kinda popular a year back, 'bout girls dressed up like insects," He says. "Wasn't my shit or nothin', but I know Kiryu-chan fell over himself for it. Who the fuck knows why, with that guy, eh?"

Another swing. This one...barely doesn't hit home run. Just barely. But this is one of those things Majima practices a fair amount, it seems.

"Nah, only collectin' thing I do right now is Pocket Circuit Fighter, cause those slot cars are fuckin' great."
N'Raha     Raha steps back and plants his bat on the shelf again, apparently done. "Oh. Idols? We've had that come round Eorzea too. Uh, Songbirds, I think. Pretty girls singing songs for big groups of people. Had lots of fans. I helped them out and got some fancy sticks to cheer with. For free even!" He nods decicively, and then settles in to finish his eel...

    And regard Majima with a discerning eye. "...Has Prince Zenos said anything to you about his plans for the Alliance or Eorzea?"

    Oh ho. The real questions now.
Majima Goro     Mjima stretches out a little. "Nehehhe. If ya like idol girls, this is definitely a good place, eh?"

He continues to listen, until suddenly Raha decides to talk shop. He tilts his head. The bat's dropped, and he pulls out a cigarette. He lights up. Takes a breath. "...Even if I toldja, how wouldja know he ain't fed me a line of bullshit?"
N'Raha     The catman's eyes close tight and he grunts. "Because, the prince does not seem to be the sort of person to 'lie'." He points with his eel stick, and then gesticulates a bit. "Half truths, maybe but..." A grumble. "I've dealt with his kind before and he doesn't seem to be a clinger or toadie. No no. Men like that come right at you with everything they've got."
Majima Goro      Majima nods a couple of times. "...Well." He puts his cigarette out on the wall. "...I got a rule 'bout this shit, Raha-chan." He lets the crumpled remains of his smoke lightly fall to the ground, slowly reaching for another bat. He closes his eye for a moment, before stepping into the middle of the batting cage.
"See, I like Zenos. He's got a style I can respect. No bullshit. He knocked me flat on my ass, we had dinner. Almost a romantic type, ya know? Nehehehe!" He leans backwards, knees bent as he starts to almost cackle.
"...So if I'm gonna tattle tale on him, it's gotta be for some guy who can sweep me off my feet the same way, don'tcha think, kitty?"
N'Raha     Raha sighs and hangs his head. "Yeah I figured it would be something like that." He doesn't sound mad though, he just looks back up and takes his last bite of eel, before wrapping up those sticks with the napkins. "I can't blame you for that stance, now can I?"
    He leans back against the netting of the cage and swishes his tail, though there's just a bit of a bristle there at 'kitty'. "I figured I'd ask, though, Since we don't really have a whole lot to go with on him."
Majima Goro     Majima kind of awkwardly pauses there, having /absolutely/ expected that to turn into combat. Frankly, he looks almost disappointed, shrugging a bit.
"...Eh, the guy's pretty clear what he's about. I'm sure ya gonna figger it out anyway, eh?" He slides the bat back into its cage, almost reluctantly.

"Well, anyway, any other critical intel ya tryin' to get outta me?"