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Jake stood with a growl, his bleeding cheek quickly closing as he wiped away the last bit of blood.

"You litte rat,"

With out any more words but a soft growl he thrust his hoof at Reishi's gut.

Jake laughs as he stands, tossing the pole to his side.

"Alright, but if I do this, I don't have some 'ninja honor' thing, I fight like a punk"

He smirked at Light for a moment "sure ya want to take on a wild punk ninja boy?"

Jake burst into fits of laughter as soon as he saw Light appear, his hooves kicking in the air as he fell onto his back.

"Ninjas! And stereotypical ninjas at that! This joint has it all, kung-fu kiddies, ninjas, creepy old dudes, all it needs is a fat bald man to give us proverbs and we can be the full monty!"

Jake sat on a rock, idley kicking a patch of bamboo beside it and taking the longest peice as an improvised pole and twirling it in his hand as he watched the fight with an amused smirk.

"Go wierd lil karate kid!"

Jake just smirked as he watched the fight, "Oh good, the kiddos know karate atleast, wonder if this joint's gonna get any more street fighters, atleast I would have a fun match then."

((heh gonna give it a shot, I suck at intros though ))

Lost Fawn, Jake, stood behind the small group with a loud laugh. "I'm grouped with kids? Jeeze I hope the Tepest Temple don't let you munchkins in!" His voice was soft, but gruff from his years as a street punk. Jake smirks and idley trots around the group, sizing them up. His upper torso is normal, covered in red hair with a tatto of a snake, the only clothes on his back is a green leather jacket and a pair of worn jeans with flames sewn onto the sides. The jeans just come down above his feet, or where his feet would be if he didn't have hooves. His small black horns shine in the light as he idley whips his long red pony-tail around, still looking for any sign of weakness in his possible rivals.

"Any way kids," he says with a smirk "Name's Jake Q. Millions, the 'Q' is for Badass. You folks here for the Tempest?"

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(OOC-does everyone have a leather jacket but, me)

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((we are all unique rebels man))

Jake smiled to himself as he walk out of the Port Oaks lift and made his way to upstairs Villan the bar. "Good ol Pocket D, good drinks and plenty of Capes to get their tights in a bunch." He adjusted his leather jacket and idley played with the headband over his dark red hair as he waited for the bartender to turn away from him. As soon as he saw his opening he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and wandered over to the balcony.

He smirked again as he took his first hit from his stolen drink and looked out to the dance floor. "Nice crowd tonight, maybe I can find a nice gal here too."