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He didn't know why he was going to bar's so much. He had been going to different bars to find Taiko but at the same time, he had been trying to find him. That being his goal for the past couple of days. Just finding him and stopping him. Seeing as he could be quite evil. It was cold though. He had seen him first in the north so maybe he headed north. Perhaps they heard of him. Perhaps not. It was worth the trouble at the very least. Every life he could save the better. No one deserved to die, even those who were bad people in their core. He'd arrived in the village seeing the tavern nearby. He headed there entering the building feeling the heat consuming him. Much better than outside. He'd rather not be a frozen demon. He much preferred a warm and comfy one.

When he arrived looking around for where to sit. There seemed to be a couple of people at the inn. It felt like a homy place which was good. He'd walk over to the person who was at the bar in a heavy jacket and earmuffs. She seemed to be traveling too. She seemed to be asking if they had seen Monster alines of shapeshifter. Just something odd to the common person to the more enlightened they were truths. Course that was sorta what he was doing. On the hunt for an alien. Perhaps she was looking for the same person. Either way, it was good to exchange info. If she knew something he wanted to know about it. He took out his paper and pen as he began to write down what he wanted to say. He flipped the paper over and passed it to Ramen so she could read it. "My name is Sesame, I am looking for an Alien myself. He has two horns on his head and is scarred on the face. You happen to see someone like that." The paper had written on it. He hoped Ramen knew who this was.



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Sesame looked at Ramen as she read what he had written down for her. She didn't seem to know who he was talking or in this case writing about. He'd nod along as she had seen aroscians with horns but none with scars. He decided to explain better what he looked like. He grabbed another piece of paper writing down what the man looked like. He had that missing blank eye. Those red horns. Blue skin tone. His other eye was yellow. Had that one horn that was semi-broken. So that was what he wrote down. While he was doing that he saw the bartender walk over. He grabbed a piece of paper stopping his writing about his piece of paper. He flipped the paper writing on the piece of paper, "If you got any alcoholic beverage can I get one." It said.

He then focused back on describing who Taiko was. He quickly wrote down all the details before passing the paper back to Ramen. He decided that he prob should explain why he was looking for this person. Afterall, if she knew that maybe if she did know something she'd be more willing to tell him what she knew. He scrapped the paper rewriting everything with why he was looking for him in the start. It took him a bit to write it down of course. Once he finished, however, he flipped the paper passing it to Ramen so she could read it. "While I don't know who he is, he is dangerous. When I meet him we got into a fight and he wounded me. He kills people, hence why i'm hunting him to try and change him for the better. He is a blue alien with what seemed to be blind in one eye. Another eye is yellow. He has two red horns one that is shorter than the other. He has an acute power with telekinesis." Now to wait and see what she knew.

Sesame sighed, She didn't know who that was. She asked for a name. He put a hand to his chin. He wishes he knew his name. It'd make things so much easier. Then if she meets a person named that she'd know. She explained she was a martial artist. That explained why she was hunting for monsters to fight. He nodded. He wrote on a piece of paper showing it to her, "Yes I am a martial artist as well." It had written on it. He'd click his fingers together. She wanted to protect the world that was good. At least she was a good person. He was glad he was telling this to someone who if they got the chance would stop Taiko. She then noted that while it was good to help people they may take advantage. He frowned, while he knew it was true he didn't want to think about that.

Sesame did know it was possible though. Taiko may just continue to use him. Not try and take his advice. What then? If would not become good what would he do then? He didn't want to think about it. He just hoped he'd be changed if the had someone to help him. He remembered it was jarring. To try and become this better person. It had taken a lot of adjustment and a lot of restless nights thinking of what he used to be. Eventually, he became who he was now. Trying to help others with the same problems as he had. He'd write down on a piece of paper, "So what do you do. You said your a martial artist but is that all you do." It started as his drank came. It was a bottle of bear. He drank down a bit before looking back at Ramen.

Ramen asked him a good question about why he didn't speak and also pointed out if it was because he could not talk. He put his hand to his chin. Perhaps he could get that tech to try and fix his neck. At this point, he felt it was a fitting punishment for what he had done. A sound demon who could not control his voice. He had to hold onto his sound with every waking moment waiting to release it. It made each breath have more meaning. It also made sure he remembered what he uses to do. Would he forget? Say he had paid his duos and live his life for himself. He could easily just flee into the shadows after that. He didn't think he was ready to be blessed with the ability to speak again. At least normally.

Sesame grabbed a piece of paper and began to write something down. It was going to take him a little bit seeing as he had a lot to explain to her. Even if it was just the basics. It would prob explain why he was doing what he did. He'd finally finishing writing down what he wanted to tell Ramen. He'd pass it along. "I can talk. I was wounded when I use to be a bad person. Because I am a sound demon that causes a couple of complication with a throat wound. If I talk normally I cannot control my voice. I'd prob bust the bar on accident. For my crimes in the past though i'm content to be this way. So I don't forget." The paper had written down. Hopefully, that explained enough. He'd rather not go into the details in a bar where everyone could see. He still tried to keep a secret who he was.

He'd get a drink of the beverage he had bought. She talked about how she was just a fighter. That was her job. He almost laughed about that. That was basically what he was at this point. Didn't pay as well people would think. Fighting monsters and saving people was heroic but it was not always a good way to stay afloat. At least he had not any success. Maybe she did but he didn't. She did note she had hobbies but punching things were the only way she was going to be making money. He'd write on the same piece of paper. "Yeah, kinda in the same boat. Demon realm you're born into a caste to do certain things. Mine was fighting." He'd look at her smiling a bit.

Sesame sat on the table as Ramen was getting another thing to drink. Sesame drank even more of his drink. He'd look back at Ramen. She seemed to have a strong build. He could not sense ki but he just had to assume. If she felt she could fight demons then she must have been at least capable. He'd turn to Ramen as she noted what he asked in the second note. She had been thrusted into certain circumstances. That bascailly lead to her becoming a martial artist. That was basically what he got out of the conversation. He grabbed a piece of paper but then paused. He'd snap his fingers together forming a small bubble around them. Perhaps talking since they were getting into his conversation would be good. He could spare some sound. He'd put a hand to his throat. He was not a hundred perhaps what to say and how to start it. Maybe just saying hi again. He'd wave, "Yo." He spoke the sound bouncing off the barrier and back in.

Sesame finished the beer. He was starting to get a little drunk. He was not lightweight but he was not a heavyweight either. He not really drank in a long bit. Ramen asked a question he was sorta of dreading. What he used to be. Sesame looked at Ramen. He was drunk enough to talk. Plus they were both fighters. Maybe he could bend the truth a little too. He Hy'cuped a bit before grasping his head. Memories poured back. Bad ones, he could still see there faces. It was something he never got used too. The dead bodies and there faces. Whether peaceful or in fear they always left a pit in his stomach and he could remember every single one. He didn't hide his discomfort as he sighed. At least no one else would hear them.

Before he went to speak she noted she had fought a demon before. He raised an eyebrow to that. He meets a couple of demons. She then changed it to mean she had watched a fight with a giant monkey and a demon. He nodded, that didn't make much sense to him. Giant Monkey? He rubbed his hair, he still had to answer Ramen question. He was still trying to piece together how to put it. It was never easy to tell someone he used to be an assassin. "I was born into a family that had been doing there duty for hundreds of years. A family of assassins. I was trained to become one. Fight and kill for there cause, for money. I did kill people and i'm not proud of that. I know when my time comes i'll have a nice comfy spot waiting for me in hell. I, in fact, can't wait. I want to see everyone I killed. I want to beg for there forgiveness. Even if some of them we bad people. That why I hunt for bad people. To help them to not take the path I did or if they did change for the better before it is too late. Before they become nothing but a husk."

Sesame smiled as Ramen told him that it was really good he had gone down a path to become a better person. Despite coming from a life that was not easy. Still, he had been a bad person. Two years of good didn't wash out the first fifty. They were small watermarks on an evil life. He looked back as he raised his hand passing some money as he got a second drink. He was going to need it prob. She began to talk about how hell may not be that bad. "I hope it is. I deserved to be there. I just hope the others who are bad people are there as well. I want to rest knowing i'm where I belong." He said sipping some of his second beverage down.

She also talked about maybe there were ways to talk to the people you killed asked for there forgiveness. He frowned, while that may be true if he got their forgiveness. Would he forget if he was forgiven? That was one of the things he worried about. Would he forget what he had done, not suffer for what he had done? He felt it only fair in the fairness in the universe to feel the weight of his sins on him for all existence. Perhaps one day he'd learn to forgive but only when he had written all his wrongs. Untill then, he could forget. He smiled back at Ramen, "Yes perhaps there is. Maybe I will be forgiven. All I can do though as long as I live is to do better. Try and make the world a better place. A day at a time."