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Artist: One Piece OST - Song: Law's theme - Word Count: 379
Law had just recently set out on another globe trotting adventure, curious as ever to see how much trouble he could find. He'd just set down in Qatar around a half hour ago, and the first thing he set out to do was find some sort of personal transportation. He'd had little use for anything of the like in Japan, and when he'd traveled through China he walked, intent on his exploration being as in depth as possible. Here though, he had a desire to quickly get a feel for the country, and he didn't feel like running around like a madman. This line of thinking led him to the BMW dealership, where he found himself inexorably attracted to the motorcycles.
The particular motorcycle he had his eye on was a sleek black, shiny, badass beauty. It looked like it could go four hundred miles per hour easily, and gave off the feeling that you'd feel great while doing it. He had a ton of cash on him, as he still had a fortune from the jobs he'd done in the past, and couldn't talk himself out of purchasing it outright. He almost stole it, but then he wouldn't have received the complimentary warranty, which he thought might come in handy.
Having accomplished his first goal Law set out, tearing across large swaths of the country in between his scheduled stops. Eventually he felt a sort of prickling along his spine as he was preparing to pass a city by completely. He couldn't ascertain what the cause was, but he imagined some shit would go down if he simply stuck around, so he changed his course. Riding in to the city, Law found a good place to park his new bike, then began to stroll down the sidewalk. Plenty of worthless shits passed around him, and he began to wonder why he'd stopped at all in very short order.
Before long he'd reached the end of the street he'd parked on, and had to come to a decision. Left or right? He picked right, and started on his way once more, until he came to what appeared to be an impromptu gathering of people. He approached them, wondering what all of the dumbasses had flocked together to gawk at.
Artist: Final Fantasy 13-2 OST - Song: The Last Hunters (Battle Theme) - Word Count: N/A
As leader of the Free Union, which basically just amounted to ensuring protection for and determining general legislative goals of Indonesia and Qatar, Stefan Soan rarely really had to get down into the weeds of running countries. Both nations had their own viceroys and governmental bodies that acted, for the most part, independently of the man who claimed ownership over them. Having never been one to enjoy or even tolerate office work, Stefan had long since mastered the art of delegating. This ensured he could focus on what he wanted to without having to set aside or ignore uninteresting work as such responsibilities were given to others more inclined to that type of work. These days he spent most of his time in Qatar instead of Indonesia due to being closer to where he lived in his past life, and as such possessing a climate and environment Stefan seemed to instinctively gravitate towards.
Wanting to maintain an active and well known presence in the Free Union, Stefan often took long walks through the streets of Doha, Qatar's capital, in order to mingle among the common people. This regular activity allowed him to keep the enforced peace in the nation by reputation and appearance alone. Who would wage war in a country with him casually walking around for all to see? If he merely sat in an ivory tower, the weak may forget what real power was and rebel or fight against the Free Union. Perhaps for something as stupid as self sovereignty. Either way, on this particular day Stefan had been making his way through the skyscraper-ridden city when he came upon a somewhat interesting scene.
From within the doors of an old family-owned jewelry store the Vizard could hear shouts. From what he could make out it seemed a gruff sounding man was demanding whatever was in the cash register. Who the fuck has a cash register in 2418? Odd equipment aside, Stefan figured he should see what's up and thus made his way into the building. His entrance caused the would-be robber to turn his head and clearly jump back in surprise. It was obvious this random man didn't expect to see him here. Frozen, the young man could do nothing as Stefan approached him and placed his battle-worn calloused hand on his shoulder. For a second it seemed nothing terrible would happen. Only for a second.
Tightening his grip on the man's color, Stefan frowned before turning and chucking him through the store's glass front window. The sound of shattering glass and sudden appearance of a bloodied man skidding across the street drew onlookers from the nearby area. At first they all seemed rather confused by the strange and violent scene before them, but once Stefan made his way outside again it was clear what had happened. "I applaud your audacity to try robbing a store in the Free Union. Really, pretty ballsy. Not sure it makes a whole lot of sense for someone as weak as you, though."
Once the distance was closed between the two, Stefan grabbed and lifted the criminal by his shirt until he was on his feet. "It's one thing to be weak, and it's a whole other ball game to be both weak and arrogant. Thinking you could do what you want without the power to back your decisions up is something I can't abide. Someone like you could never know real strength." In a flash Stefan struck the man's abdomen with a clenched fist, causing gasps for air and a stream of blood to escape his lips. Satisfied with the strength of his hit, the Vizard let go of the robber and dusted off the now-disoriented man's shoulders before casually pushing his torso with an index finger. This caused him to fall to the ground, unable to even move at this point from the excruciating pain rocking his entire body. While a brutal warrior in virtually every aspect, Stefan also didn't care to finish off weaklings. People like this weren't worth the effort, as little as it'd be, to end them. Suddenly Stefan noticed the arrival of an individual who at the very least was a standout among this rabble, honing in on their Reiatsu signature. What now?
Artist: One Piece OST - Song: Law's theme - Word Count: 424
Law looked on as the green haired man in front of him slap the shit out of some worthless mook. Apparently he'd been attempting to rob a store. The man didn't even seem to have thought about how he was going to escape after completing his little heist. The attempt was laughable, anyone of any value whatsoever could have put a stop to it. Still, he knew this other man was dangerous. He just had a sense about these things. The energy difference was obvious, but there was something about he way this guy fought. There was something to it that Law couldn't quite put his finger on just yet, but he wasn't going to give up an opportunity to experience it first hand. Not when it so readily presented itself. He was always eager to push boundaries, and his luck. He was also usually arrogant enough to think it would work out in his favor, but he wasn't quite as sure this time. Not that he wasn't sure at all, just not as much as he normally was. Plus, he was rather slippery, he could usually figure out how to disengage if he needed to.
"Nice work dickhead. You really showed him, huh. What was that, half a percent of what you can do? So noble too, you even spared his life. For what reason. He'll never amount to anything and has already shown he's more trouble than he's worth. Seems retarded."
Law knew he was pushing it a bit, but that had never stopped him in the past. He was very analytical, easily capable of seeing what was blatant and right under his nose, but he often chose to disregard those results and get himself in over his head. Not a very safe way to conduct himself, to say the least. He'd already made up his mind though, and there was no changing it. He wanted to see what this green haired creep was made of. What he could do.
"How about you fight me. I've got a bit more up my sleeve than that loser."
Law stood defiantly, not backing down or shuffling around in the least. He moved his hand to his blade, readying himself for a fight. At any sign of a combative response he was ready to release his shikai. He knew there was no joking around at the moment. He wouldn't have time to dick around in his base state, it would be straight to the release.
"Or we could move this somewhere else if you'd like."
Artist: Final Fantasy 13-2 OST - Song: The Last Hunters (Battle Theme) - Word Count: N/A
With a deep sigh born of annoyance, Stefan tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The words of this newest intruder were aggressive and taunting, but their meaning was irrelevant. It was clear whoever this individual was, his intent was to goad Stefan into battling him. As the Vizard expected the next words out of this man's mouth were a direct challenge, along with a promise of providing a more entertaining bout. Yet, Stefan doubted the truth of the stranger's words. Perhaps to someone else he could in fact provide a challenge, but the likely outcome of this battle would be one in which the day ends like any other.
"Move elsewhere? Why? This entire nation is my front lawn. If a man can't do as he pleases in his own yard, then what's the point in having one?"
The Free Union had long since grown used to Stefan's proclivity for doling out his own sense and form of justice. For this reason, the second the legendary swordsman lifted and waved his left hand every civilian nearby immediately and hurriedly left the scene for their own safety. An alarm even rang throughout the city sector, alerting civilians to move away so the authorities could secure the area. Stefan would not be forced out of his own home, especially not for the sake of some random and belligerent aggressor who merely seemed to want a fun fight from him. Even if the individual's motives were more complex than that, it mattered little to Stefan. Instead all that was on his mind was wrapping this up so he could return to the Free Union headquarters and get some mid-day training in.