- Flinn Valeth, Generic Coffee Shop -
7......8.....9......no 8......10!!! It's a 10!
Flinn was lounging about in some generic coffee shop named after something about stars and male deers. It was such a weird and peculiar name to him, considering that the mountains he came from were more or less cut off from the outside world. Still, he liked the customers the place got. He was sitting in a corner watching some young high school girls, who were maybe about 15 or 16. He was rating each and every one of them based on their looks. If it weren't for the fact that he looked just like a kid, the girls probably would have called some police officer and claim he was sexually harassing them. Well, it didn't really matter anyway. Not like he could touch them. Flinn wasn't some sick pedophile who liked to prey on the young....
The employees in the shop didn't really seem to mind that Flinn wasn't buying anything at all; they probably thought he was waiting for his parents, or something. Flinn was glad. The outside was so hot compared to his home way up in the mountains; he wasn't used to the kind of climate here in Snafu. The air conditioning in the store really helped him keep his cool.
One of the younger employees, a female, approached Flinn, and for a moment there, he thought that he'd be kicked out. Instead, the gal offered him a cookie; the chocolate chip kind. Flinn had tried to discipline himself in the past to resist such temptations, but his child self couldn't resist. He accepted the cookie and smiled sweetly at the woman, who patted him on the back and returned to her place back at the shop's counter. Flinn was about to take a bite out of the cookie when he suddenly heard a booming voice coming from outside. The signal for the tournament. Flinn sighed. "It's time, eh?" he said to himself as he placed the cookie on the tabletop; there was no time for sweets now. He stood up from his chair and took his coat from the coat hanger and left the shop.
Well, not quite. Just as he opened the door of the shop, something suddenly flew pass Flinn's head. He looked at it and tried to figure out what it was; it looked like some brown goop. It couldn't be!?
"Fuuuuuuuuuucker! Missed him!" a voice suddenly shouted out behind Flinn. He looked back and saw that it was the woman who had given him the cookie before; he looked back at the mass of goop that was thrown at him and saw that it was dissolving the glass on the door. The cookie must have contained some powerful poison. Flinn sighed in relief. He was glad it wasn't what he thought it was. He turned back to face the woman, who had torn off her face.....mask. Underneath, it was actually some old crone. Like one of those fairy tale witches usually depicted in children stories. "I presume that you're a competitor as well?" Flinn asked the woman. She smiled a little before taking out a few more cookies and throwing them at Flinn's direction. "Gahahaha! Just trying to get a jump on the competition; nothing wrong with that!" the old hag shouted as he flung more of her poisonous treats. Flinn sighed; seemed that he had already been found out. Was it because of the invitation to the tournament he had left in his coat's pocket? Oh well. he thought. What's done was done; he'd just have to take care of this little annoyance first before moving on. Still, it was a waste. His exit was really cool, and that granny ruined it.
Flinn dodged the woman's poison projectiles easily. As he did so, he took out his pipe and added a few ingredients into it; they began burning immediately inside. As he brought it to his lips, the witch took out a huge basket filled with a lot more of her treats. "Let's see if you can dodge this!" she screamed as she threw it at Flinn; it suddenly burst into a huge glob of poison, impossible to dodge in the little space the shop provided. He just calmly stood where he was and inhaled in the smoke coming from his pipe. "Ambrosia...." he murmured softly before he blew out the smoke from his mouth. The glob of poison entered the smoke cloud, and a huge splat could be heard. "Yes! I did it!" the witch woman shouted victoriously, but as the smoke cleared, she saw that her attack was blocked by some kind of wall made from the air. "Alright then; my turn." Flinn said as he walked around the wall he had made. He grinned when he saw the stunned expression on the old lady's face.
He knocked the woman out a few moments later, and encased her inside a solid cube. Though she was a bit crazy, Flinn didn't really like killing people. Best to leave it to the police. As Flinn left the shop, he waved goodbye to the girls from earlier who were huddled in a corner of the store when the fight between Flinn and the coffee employee broke out. "Ladies." he said, before he left the shop.