Inn and Out | CLOSED

When Yogu was done talking to the two kids, the magician had made an excuse for how he can do magic tricks, calling himself a Shinjin. Yogu took a step back, thinking for a moment before questioning the man. "The hell's a Shinjin?" However, the magician had already started a conversation with the cat zoanthrope before he could ask his question. "Eh, doesn't matter." The goat zoan, Chamil, had offered an explanation to his magic. She explained that many species, such as Demons, naturally have access to magic. "Woah! Magic? Like, real magic? Not like that stuff those magicians do at kids birthday parties?" Yogu got distracted for a moment, hearing the sounds of a fight going on nearby. He looked over and saw that it was those two kids. One was pulling the other by the tail, trying to get them to the door. Yogu laughed at the two kids, "HAHAHA! Those are some interesting fighting techniques you two have." Yogu crossed his arms, trying his best to look both cool and intimidating. "But it's nothing compared to how we fight on the mean streets of Satan City!"

Yogu was sure he had looked awesome to the two kids! At least, that's what he thought. He quickly turned back to Chamil, remembering that she had just said she can do magic. "Hey, can you show me some magic tricks or something? It'd look suuuper cool!" Yogu stood there, waiting for some magic tricks to make the rather boring stay at the inn more fun.

Medyas’s face was red like a tomato. Keliel had fastened the nails of his hands and feet to the crevasse between the floor tiles. He was immovable. Regardless, his sun-kissed older brother be darned if he didn’t put every fiber of his body into pulling the tiny lizard. Medyas’s body was practically horizontal, on the heels of his feet with veins visibly straining on his arms and neck as he yanked the arcosian tail with the fullness of his weight. Maybe he should eat more…

This wasn’t the first time the boys fought in this manner. Their mother would often call it a ‘battle of atrition’. Neither of them was sure what the phrase meant, Medyas a bit more than Keliel perhaps, but the overall power dynamic between equivalent forces was lost on him. What he did understand were the pushing and pulling of the lizard’s tail; eventually, one of them would tire out. The victor was not he with the greatest power, but he with the most stamina. -Wait… wasn’t that a battle of attrition?

Medyas’s thought process was interrupted by the mean man whom had just passed by them. A line was struck through his mind, it was blank, his body stiff for whatever the man might do -which was probably nothing. It was nothing. As soon as the man left the pool section, Medyas’s tense muscles relaxed and he released a hefty sigh of relief. Keliel capitalized and snapped his tail from his sibling’s grasp, causing Medyas to fall on his back while Keliel scurried off towards Yogu and Chamil. The child would crawl under the sunbed and glare back at his brother. HHHNNnnnnn… A guttural growl to dissuade his brother from further engagement; albeit, unnecessary, as the person whom Medyas was trying to flee from had just left the building. The boy remained on the floor, huffing and puffing for air with sweat dripping down his face until Yogu said the magic words to ignite the soul of any child. Magic!?

Medyas shot up from his back, now sitting on the floor as he gazed back at his younger brother with dilated eyes. Keliel, too, was gazing back at him with a similar expression. The boys suddenly smirked simultaneously. Medyas rushed to Yogu’s side while Keliel popped his head from underneath. “I want to learn too!” Keliel said enthusiastically. Medyas nodded to confirm his interest.

Nashi