Intrigue of Hostility | Plot

[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Phoenix

The young woman was not usually one for wine, but testing each taste had become almost fun for the day. The crimson bottle had been passed to the next table and she entwined her fingers under her chin, her elbows on the white cloth as she watched a couple people mull around. Relaxing like this was refreshing, especially after just finally getting out of the water and into civilization. Pirates and others alike had piqued her interest for several weeks and after arriving here it had only added up.

The little treasure she had in her pack was also something she still had to decide on. Was it worth it to keep it? A fruit that would give a random power but make it impossible to swim. Still debating, she stood and turned, exiting the place and leaving the buzz of people talking behind. She had been offered a ride here and so far nothing had formally happened. From her escape of the pirate ship to now, she had only been trying to get some broken black shackles off her wrists. They weren't badly distracting but uncomfortable was a different story. Underneath her white cloak, they didn't make much noise except for a little clang of the broken chain.

Glancing up to a faintly cloudy sky, she looked back down the path, watching merchants and others alike chase after potential customers or woman. There was a richer air about then other islands and she shifted her weight, fumbling with the strap on her side before making her way down the road. Maybe today would be a little change of pace, freedom could amount to anything in the right mindset.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

~||~Jean Benoit~||~

Jean had arrived on the drinking capital of the North just that morning and already he had conned a handful of cash from drunk souls. Drinking games were a part of Jean's lifestyle and these men and women were no match for his cunning ability. Not only that, but his hands had been travelling around and pinching whatever cash they could get on to.

He had drunk more than most people here but his tolerance was higher than most but even still, he did find it difficult to keep his thoughts in check. All the girls were looking prettier than before. Especially this one dressed in white. She looked like an angel to Jean but he could blame the alcohol for that. She seemed mysterious though. As if she didn't belong here. She was hiding something as well it seemed but before Jean had a chance to examine her properly, she was gone.

Jean decided to travel outside to see if she was there or to prove that he was imagining her being there. Upon reaching outside, he didn't see her for his eyes fell upon a young couple who seemed to be on the rich side. This meant only one thing... Opportunity. Jean stumbled out of the door and made it out that he was more drunk than he actually was and fell right into the path of the couple.

"Excuse me mister..." came a feminine voice. "Are you alright? Richard, help him up would you... I think he might have hurt himself." Whilst her partner attempted to lift Jean to his feet, Jean was busy fiddling about with the contents of the man's pocket. A golden watch, a wallet and a ring was found, possible one he would have used to propose to the young woman. Them plans wouldn't be working out tonight for Jean had captured his prize and was already stumbling away from the area, thanking the couple for their help, still acting drunk.

As he made his way away from the scene of the crime, more sober now, he saw her again. The angel in the white sheet. She didn't seem too happy. Had she witnessed his doings? Was she sent by god to watch over him and punish him. Those eyes did seem to be judging him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Phoenix

Time ran by and people bustled with it, running to and fro and phoenix watched them, wondering where she took place in this whole mess. Talk of treasure, pirates, marines, and other happenings made things all the more interesting. However her trek had carried her to an intriguing scene. While Phoenix had stolen, she hadn't done much and doing so to people trying to help didn't seem to make her very fond of the guy. As he came nearer, dropping his entirely drunk facade, she sighed a bit with her eyes closed before studying him again.

Who was she to judge outwardly? This made her look away, not really caring to approach the male like an egotistic know it all. Maybe he was drunk anyway so whatever it seemed-

She blinked when a panicked scream sounded somewhere down the road, pausing a couple people with their shopping and talking. Her brow lifted but when nothing else happened, she just sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. Attention flickering to the thief, she sniffed, turning and simply headed toward a store that had caught her interest earlier. The array of beautifully designed weapons, small and some large. Not very many other shops were similar on this island but for some reason that guy lingered in the back of her mind, keeping her even distracted from her browsing.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

~||~Jean Benoit~||~

Jean heard a scream and looked around but there was nothing to see. It was awkward because such a scream usually meant somebody was in trouble somewhere. Although Jean lacked in the moral department when it came to thievery, he often did still care for humanity, especially when a woman was in trouble.

Jean unhinged one of the two knives hidden up his sleeve and slid it into his hand, should he need to use it. His sixth sense of sorts was telling him there was some trouble around. Before Jean knew it, a young woman burst onto the scene, crying in hysterics as if she were running for her life. Now this was something serious. Behind her were two men, bulky and big and they were both carrying large clubs. It was pretty obvious they were planning to kill her and they weren't bothered by the consequences, that was a bad move with Jean about.

Jean walked forward casually, as if he hadn't noticed anything. His devil cane was out and he used it as if he were a blind man. The two large men didn't pay much attention to him until he brought the stick across the legs of one of the men, sending him sprawling to the ground. His knife flew out as well and caught the other man in the ankle as he ran past, causing him to buckle and fall to the ground allowing the young girl to run into safety. She stopped once she thought she was out of harms way to witness what was going to happen now.

"Come on now guys, that's not the way you treat women. I think I'm going to have to teach you a lesson in that department." Jean said, smiling whilst doing so as the two men realised, he was the one that stopped them in their tracks. The man with a knife in his ankle was pretty much immobilized so he shouted instructions to the other as he attempted to patch up his foot. The second man got to his feet and swung his club around as he charged his way at Jean but he ran into the end of the Jean's stick which the thief extended at the precise moment.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Phoenix

A second scream was needless of any other inquiry to catch her attention. Spinning around one one foot, her hand clasped the handle of her hidden sword and she looked around, about ready to kick her paranoid nerves in the rear. However, a running girl and two following men made her blink and step closer without thinking. The girl was younger then her and with rather terrified tears in her eyes, made a break and behind her, panting and clinging to her cloak like it was a lifeline. Surprise evident, the brunette's hands had landed on her shoulders and she looked back just as the 'thief' knocked them both over in different means.

Moving and leading the girl beside the stunned storeowner, she turned back around and stalked over to the fallen men and the second. Without much inclination or warning, she drove her heel down into the back of the fallen male making him yelp and flatten, his bulky partner wobbling a she stepped back from Jean's staff in pain. Looking back stupidly at the girl and taking his attention of of Jean.

"Who do you think you are brat!" the one underneath Phoenix's heel seethed angrily, his pride more then wounded when he couldn't push her off easily and she glanced down idly. Shrugging at him, she pressed down a little harder, the guy twitching in pain at the placement of her foot and the second male growled before remembering Jean. Maybe a little late though, he turned his head toward him, club raised.
The pinned thug clenched his teeth and picked up the knife Jean had thrown, attempting to stab at the girls leg viciously. Stepping back, making him overswing, she narrowed her eyes as he forced himself to stand, his injured ankle lifting away from the ground gingerly as he swayed dangerously.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

Jean noticed the woman in white arrive. The one who he had been following. The one had been watching him. It was clear she had been keeping an eye on matter for she had appeared in the stage and set herself up to take on one of the large men. The one Jean had struck with a knife. He had since removed the knife and attempted to cut the girl with it.

Jean would leap to her rescue had he not been occupied with 'large' problems of his own. The man before him had taken the end of the stick without major damage, despite rubbing his stomach to brush it off. He cocked his right fist back and thrust it in the direction of Jean's face and despite Jean's attempts to block, a fist that size was bound to make some contact, brushing past the cajun's right cheek.

Jean immediately rolled to the side, whilst still in the dodge and back onto his feet, gaining some space between himself and his opponent. The devil-stick was at work again as Jean planted one end in to the ground, using it to lift himself high enough to plant both his feet into the bulky man's visage. It staggered him, but it wasn't enough to put him down.

Meanwhile, the second of these thugs had taken a-hold of his club as the girl avoided the knife swing. Now he was armed and dangerous, despite the wobble in his walk.

[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Phoenix

Her eyes flicked back to Jean and his opponent momentarily, thoughtful as he kicked him back but not just enough to bring him down. Attention back, she back-flipped, a few feathers escaping the bottom of her cloak as the club slammed into the ground where she was. Hopping back forward, she drove her foot into his chest, making him stagger back before her fist took the heel of her boots place at his chin. He howled, stepping back and held his jaw, Phoenix stepping back once again, watching him intently.

Jean's opponent seemed a little more then ticked off. Gathering himself back from the attack, he glanced to the side, to his partner's fight with a clench of his teeth then back to Jean. Charging to the side, the numerous empty crates lining the wall of a building where met by his club and effectively flew in a mess at both Jean and the white cloaked female. Noticing them last second, she sidestepped then cursed at the distraction when the injured thug got his knife into her cloak. Avoiding the blade barely, she jumped away once again, the cloak billowing audibly as it fell to the ground.

A good distraction for both thugs if Jean wasn't either, staring at the massive feathered wings on her back that lifted threateningly, a sword hidden behind both of them. Pulling the large blade from them, she picked her cloak up then quickly turned, her right wing snapping open with a gust of wind, the cloak pushed forward onto the thug as a distraction as she rushed forward. Spinning, she turned the sword backward 'stabbing' him with the hilt of her blade and used her wings as leverage to effectively get both feet onto his shoulders. Wings curled, she gripped with the arches of her feet and twisted herself, spinning the thug and knocking him off his feet.

Landing with one knee on the ground and her sword out to the side, she glanced to Jean, most of the people watching keeping a safe distance, the girl who had been chased staring at them both in fearful awe.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

With both their opponent's now taken care off, Jean couldn't help but stare in awe at the angelic-demon creature before him. Her white cloak had been concealing two great wings of pure awesomeness beneath them. Jean smiled to himself, his eye-brows raised in astonishment. He wasn't the only one. Looking around from the reaction of everybody there, it was clear, she was one of a kind. Nobody had seen such a being. One thing was pretty certain though... She was on his side. This made Jean smile more before he broke into applause for the girl with the wings.

"Hey there, nice moves. Great work with the helping me out. I think we make quite a good team." Jean said, in a charming manner before offering his hand for a shake. "I'm Jean... Jean Benoit. And who might you be?" Jean asked her, after formally introducing himself.

He recalled the whole scene out again in his mind. Remembering how he had seen her earlier on and his eyes had been upon her for the whole while. His instincts had told him there was something different about this girl from the very beginning and now her actions had proven that, along with the fact she had wings. She had taken out the larger man very comfortably after offering her help without anybody having asked her. She seemed like a helpful person and morally good considering she put her own life at risk to help a helpless girl. Her skills were sharp and it was clear she was very good at close-combat. Jean had to get to know her better. She was far too interesting to pass up on.

Jean turned to the girl the two of them had just rescued who was in more shock than anybody else. "Hey there mon cher... You alright? Who were these guys and why they chasing you?" Jean asked, trying to be as friendly as possible.

[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Phoenix

Those wings shuddered and she glanced to them. Were they actually helpful? It seemed like sometimes they were, and other times, maybe even soon they made her out to be a horrible monster. She supposed it was okay this time to be thankful for them, and be grateful that something in her godforsaken past actually helped her today. She was simply oblivious to the crowd, looking forward after a second, just because Jean's clapping brought her out of her tentative confusion. Lifting a brow at him briefly, her expression melted down to calmer slightly, considering this guy wasn't just what she had seen before. Team...? Memorizing his name for a second, she exhaled but finally quirked a faint smile, taking his hand.

"Phoenix Dahana..." Probably the first thing she'd said allowed that day, it was short and calm. Lowering her hand, she shifted then, finally glancing around at the crowd. Blinking a bit, she moved, picking up her cloak and pulled it on, looking sheepish before taking interest in Jean and the rescued girl. She looked up to him and swallowed, seeming to calm a little as well and looked to Phoenix as she came over. The bird like woman knelt down and the younger looked between them both and at the white cloak curiously.

"T-those two... were part of a much larger crew..." She shifted, looking almost dazed from the sudden relief as though she'd been running for awhile and reached to brush the white cloak almost without thinking much to even Phoenix's curiosity.
"They said they were... collecting, girls for their captain, or boss, whichever... and that they were almost done..." She frowned and looked up to them both.
"They... there have to be others then... right?" Her worry was obvious but she fell silent and looked to them both. No possible way she could go near the pirates again.

Exhaling, Phoenix stood up again and thought.
"Go ahead and get home, okay?" she smiled and continued. "I have to find a ship, might as well make use of this little ordeal..." She shrugged lightly and offered her hand in which the younger blinked, taking her hand and standing up with her help. Not feeling much of an urge to stay, she inclined her head and turned but blinked when the girl held onto her cloak.
"Is he not going to go with you?" She looked to Jean then back hopefully. "He has to, you both work really well together..." Phoenix lifted a brow for the second time that day and glanced to Jean then at her.

"Um..." She didn't know what to say there, it was up to him really, wasn't it?

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"Phoenix Dahana..." she had said. Jean had pressed the muscles in his eyes together as he began to make some relation to that name in his directory of people he had met but nothing popped up. It was a strange name but Jean had met stranger. The girl they had rescued seemed to be really worried with words in her mouth ready to be revealed. Phoenix had crouched down beside her like an angel, as if ready to take all the pain away from her.

"T-those two... were part of a much larger crew..." she told them, slightly hesitant, very worried and almost confused at what was going on, but there was desperation in her voice which meant it was an important matter. "They said they were... collecting, girls for their captain, or boss, whichever... and that they were almost done..." She frowned and looked up to them, hoping they could do something about it.


Jean sent her a reassuring smile. He’d already made up his mind; he would get to the bottom of this. Stealing items of value to make a living wasn’t so bad but collecting young girls… That was going way too far. “I think we need to go pay these men a visit and free all the girls they have been capturing.” Jean said but Phoenix didn’t seem to be paying much attention to him.

"Go ahead and get home, okay?" she smiled and continued. "I have to find a ship, might as well make use of this little ordeal..." Phoenix helped the girl up but didn’t stay long, turning to make a move but the young girl held on to her cloak.

"Is he not going to go with you?" She questioned Phoenix, looking to Jean and then back hopefully."He has to; you both work really well together..." Phoenix lifted a brow for the second time that day and glanced to Jean then at her.

"Um..." was all Phoenix managed to say as she looked to him, trying to get a response. Jean gave her a charming smile followed by a nod.

“Don’t you worry your little head about it Mon Cher, of course I’m going with her. Whether she wants me to or not, isn’t really of my concern.” Jean said, reassuring the girl before turning to face Phoenix. “After all, I do owe her now for helping me out.” Jean continued to stare at the woman in white, with the wings of a demon. “You lead and I’ll follow.” Jean added, giving her way to take the lead. “And don’t worry little girl. We will get rid of these bad people for good, I promise.” Jean said as he they said farewell, sending the girl a friendly wink before he turned to leave. “Did you manage to get any information out of them?” Jean asked Phoenix.

[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Phoenix

His other statement came back and her lip twitched in what could be described as vague amusement. He stared at her, continuing to talk to the girl who slowly began to release her white cloak. She nodded in what was almost approval it seemed and inclined her head to the younger girl. She beamed at Jean and released Phoenix, thanking him without a pause for breath before watching them leave. Eventually she took off down the road, the crowd having dispersed only moments ago.

Phoenix continued then down toward the docks and paused to let him catch up, looking to him from the corner of a golden green eye before chuckling almost inaudibly and turned her attention back forward.
"Not really... those pirates dress like all the other's I've seen... the girl didn't see anything besides them I'm sure..." She thought a moment longer, politely glancing over each person they passed and only occasionally paused on suspiciously dressed men.
"If they aim for young woman, we can either keep an eye on certain girls for a few hours, or I can tempt them out myself..." she stopped walking then and folded her arms in deeper thought.

"May not even have to wait long though, there are three men here who keep eyeing girls a little differently then drunkards or brief consideration..." She turned, not fully looking at who she meant but pointed them out when their backs were turned. Each were different and yet had the same deep thought contemplation as they wandered throughout the crowd, occasionally following a solo female before deciding against one or the other.

Phoenix shifted and ran a hand through her hair, keeping her back to a larger crowd. She didn't know whether any of those men who were fishing out girls for the crew but unless she really did bait herself it seemed like a close guess to those that she kept a faint eye on. She glanced to Jean for his opinion eventually, keeping her feet grounded. Whatever happened then, she didn't have to wait long to blink at the nearest patch dressed male who crudely flirted with an oblivious girl about her own age. Turning her head down at an angle, she watched as he continued, coaxing her away from the shops after only a couple moments.
"Think we may have found one... possibly..." It seemed so obvious, slight doubt gnawed at her gut considering the possibility. The girl seemed overly trusting but she wrinkled her nose and slowly followed after through the crowd. Thinking too much about it would waste the opportunity.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"Yah don' have tuh convince me there..."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;] OCCUPATION -Thief/Cook CREW - N/A BOUNTY - N/A CLASS - Class E Jean began to follow up as the girl in white lead the way. A natural leader she was and she didn’t seem shy to get hands dirty. The type of women Jean was fond off. "If they aim for young woman, we can either keep an eye on certain girls for a few hours, or I can tempt them out myself..." Phoenix suggested before crossing her arms and going into some thought. Jean chuckled to himself before opening his mouth to comment. “You woul’ definitely temp’ me mon cher… Ah reckon tha' could work ou’… If yer willin’ tuh go ahead wit’ tha’.” Jean asked as he raised some eyebrows at Phoenix. His moment to charm was lost before it even got started as Phoenix cut him off, obviously her observance had cut off his voice and she was only focused on the task at hand. "May not even have to wait long though, there are three men here who keep eyeing girls a little differently than drunkards or brief consideration..." Phoenix stated as she watched them from a distance. She didn’t have to point it out; Jean could recognise douche-bags from a distance. They were definitely coaxing girls. "Think we may have found one... possibly..." "Yah don' have tuh convince me there..." Jean said as he shook his head in disbelief. “Tha’ gurl should be havin’ more sense than tha’, buh I know how easy it can be tuh mislead gurls.” Jean said, before adding “Not tha’ I do anytin’ of dat sort.” He watched the girl being lead into an alley by the thug. He had one mind to go over and snap his legs with his staff but decided to go against making that approach. He wanted to find out where they took the girls. Jean wasn’t quite sure what was going through his new found allies mind. He just watched her patiently, planning their next possible move. “So wha’ yah tinkin’ mon cher? Yah gonna go do it or shall we follo’ these guys?” Jean asked as he extended his staff, ready to take some action immediately should he get the call.

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[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Phoenix

She heard him and exhaled, thinking about the possibilities then faintly smirked to herself. The girl would have to be saved later, any other female with an ounce more of thought wouldn't go so far as to follow such a man without it being a trap or her being downright stupid. Turning toward one of the others that she assumed was of the same crew, she looked to Jean.
"I'm going to see if this guy is interested in an easy catch... Can you follow if it works?" she was patient for a response and nodded to him with a faint smile once he did before turning around once more.

She didn't give him long to wait as she weaved through the crowd, pulling her cloak around so it just might appeal more to the brusque man that ran his eyes over the crowd rather lazily. Keeping her interesting little additions to herself underneath the cloak at least, she passed him purposely, inches from him so her outfit brushed him and caught his attention. Least it did something otherwise the fool would have just continued to look around, he never was good at doing the gathering unless he caught a girl on her own.
"Oi, lil' one..." He slurred, setting a hand on the female's shoulder. If she had any distaste for doing this it didn't show as she turned to him, feigning a naive expression.

"Yessir?" For a time, the conversation was cut out through the crowd wherever Jean might be watching from. Phoenix made some curious and thoughtful facial expressions to the drunkard before nodding and forcing a smile. As the brute turned, she briefly ran her eyes over the crowd to catch her new partner's attention before following the guy down further toward the docks where the crowd began to dissipate. Of course, they still managed to turn into a narrow alley.

Keeping an obedient facade, she let the lazy man simply lead for awhile, keeping him distracted in case he attempted to look back. For a time they winded through some abandoned buildings, people all but disappearing besides the three. Quite near the water by now, the guy turned to Phoenix with a rather lazy grin. Like an idiot, he pointed to a semi large ship and cleared his throat.
"There be our haul... surprised ya want'd tuh join us so easy..." She wrinkled her nose then smiled calmly. Mumbling something, the guy grunted and bent down to hear her. Before he could find out, she drove her knee up into his face, effectively knocking him unconscious without so much as a groan and looked toward the ship, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Any doubt about the guy lying was dissipated when the girl who'd been lead away before was slung over a man's shoulder, climbing up to the ship and disappeared over its edge. Glancing back for Jean, she waited a second and cleared her throat. Before she could speak up, two more lanky men jumped from the rooftops, yowling like loons as they struck for the white cloaked girl with wielded clubs, having not seen her companion wherever he was.

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From the shadows a man charged forward to intercept the two lanky men who had jumped from the roof to land upon the white-cloaked girl with their clubs. His red shirt fluttered in the wind as the man used a hook kick to knock the first one away and while landing continued his circular momentum to spin and knock the other one away. Landing with grace he turned to face them. Long flowing brown hair veiled his face "It is one thing to attack a woman. It is another to attack from such an unhonorable position. For that you must be punished! Bringing up his palms he urged them to try and fight him. He, was a defender of justice! Kind of . . . he was a passionate man, by the name of Wan Feng.

His quest of the soul had taken him far away from his home in the Grand Line. And now he was here in Micqueot, partially on the quest of the soul, partially just for the great wine which he found here. Wan Feng was a tall slightly lanky man, he has a fair complexion, with brown eyes and hair. His red shirt hangs loosely upon his body. He was extremely relaxed when he had come to Micqueot, and with the help of some wine had become even more so. But it had all changed when he was taking his walk through the alleys of this island. Coming from the opposite direction as the girl and the men he had seen from a distance the falling men with clubs aimed at this seemingly helpless girl.

Such an attack had fired him up, his sense of right had told him he had to go stop them immediately. Quickly he had closed the distance between them and made the dynamic jump at them to knock them away. Keeping focused on the enemies in front of him he asked "They haven't hurt you have they Miss?" Stepping forward he punched both of them in the gut to knock them out. Leaning them again the wall of the building they had jumped off of he turned around to face the girl he had 'saved'. Pushing his hair out of his face he took a good look at the girl. A lot shorter than he was, she was still quite the looker. Her chocolate brown hair was little longer than his own. And he had to suppress the need to whistle or something to express his passionate 'want' of this girl. It would have been ungentlemanly of him, and he couldn't do that. If he was going to express himself at all, in his feelings for this woman it would be through art!

"I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself, I am Wan Feng, travelling cook, artist, and martial artist!" He put out his hand to shake, smiling as if nothing had happened before.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"Now off yah go mon amis..."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;] OCCUPATION -Thief/Cook CREW - N/A BOUNTY - N/A CLASS - Class E Jean had watched from a distance as his new partner in crime, or stopping crime in fact, disappeared with the bulky man. He found this whole fighting crime aspect of it morally confusing. On one hand he wasn’t a moral man considering he stole for a living and yet here was stopping somebody else from making a steal. Perhaps there were even rules amongst thieves where selling humans, especially young girls was completely forbidden. His thoughts ended up getting the best of him and his momentary drift of mind lost him his target and Phoenix. Darn it, this wasn’t going to be good. How could he lose his concentration like that? Jean cursed himself as he rushed off in the direction he had last seen the two. As he arrived to a port, he witnessed a boat. Phoenix seemed to have knocked the bulky man to the ground but two more men had appeared, both tall and strong. Before Jean knew it, some acrobatic martial artist had popped in and started taking the matter into his own hands as if he were waiting to make a super-hero style save. What did he think this was … a damsel in distress case? "I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself, I am Wan Feng, travelling cook, artist, and martial artist!" He said as pulled out a hand to shake that of Phoenix. That’s when Jean noticed the face that made him sick to his stomach. This man had taken a liking to Phoenix and was trying to charm his way into her heart. That wasn’t going to happen. Not on Jean’s watch. Rushing in between them, Jean took hold of Feng’s hand and gave it a firm shake as he sternly looked him in the eye. “Awful nice for ya tuh pop by but this is a serious matter, no’ some lover boy fan’asy. Besides, she can to’ally handle herself in such situations … and with a back-up like meh; she’s got nowt tuh worry abou’,” Jean said, interrupting whatever it was that was taking place. “Now off ya go mon amis, there are plen’y of other things tuh do in this town.” Jean suggested, attempting to usher Wan Feng away. Jean had a feeling his attempts wouldn’t go too well. Jean had spotted her first and he wasn’t going to let no lover-boy come in and steal his pick. Jean turned to Phoenix to see her reaction to all what was going on.

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