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Thomas Rybec was not a happy camper. Three hours ago he had found himself in a strange cit. He had no idea how to explain how he got here but he was and nothing was going to change that fact.

"Blast my eyes," he mutters in a bit of anger not liking this at all. He didn't recognize this city at all. But he did know this city was dangerous so he kept his duffel bag close to his body.

That was until he noticed he was in trouble. Looked like some of the City's riff-raff had decided that he would be an easy target. Well this was going to be so wonderful. Not only could he be confused about why he was here or more importantly how he got here but looked like he was about to get down and dirty with some of this city's underbelly.

Nice welcome wagon.

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"Nobody. I'm nothing more than a concerned citizen," she said, smiling and walked over to them, opening her palm and blowing a bit of some pink powder over the man's face. A moment later he fell, choking and gasping, and lay silent the next minute.

Ivy turned to the stranger, her eyes glittering. "There are better places for a fight, darling, if that's what you're after."

He chuckles with a grin crossing his features. A few rounds wouldn't be so bad. Especially if it was just him, and not him with his uniform and ring on.

"Well...I really wasn't looking for the welcoming committee here...But a god ole spar wouldn't be unwelcome."

"Tell me then, do you like fighting crime, or causing it?" she asked, sliding up next to him and laying her head on his shoulder.

He can't help but chuckle a little. "Well....Fighting crime...But sometimes not all laws are just laws."

He shakes his head a bit as he eyes the woman. "I find myself...going against the law half the time." At least lately he did.

"Well doesn't that sound like fun?" she near purred. "So, my most handsome friend, shall we pursue the law or the con?"

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