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Maton Kaiju

Maton was dancing around in a pub, mid day. The overwhelming smell of booze and swet caused by the armoured fellows there to grab a cheap drink just to have the day pass. Barely lit up by some candles and supposedly magic from the extremely fatigued thin barkeeper. Cloaked people standing alone on each corner, of which there were 8. A great business endeavour by the owner to get more constant customers. In the middle of the bar a neverending bar brawl. Since the pub never closes but the barkeeps just change the fight had no reason to stop. The ones that originally started it are long gone from the pub but it still keeps going on. At this point it just is a way for people to let off some steam at an affordable price since the owner put up a rule that fighting in the bar will be "punished" by paying the value of 3 drinks. At this point it became just a fee to be allowed to fight and many pay in advance.

Amongst the chaos Maton was standing amongst the right side of the pub filled with people drinking dancing and singing. The left side was for business. Mostly sketchy but those can also go to one of the 8 corners. Anyone is welcome to the pub. No matter who you are, how much you have on your head and how terrible of a person you are. It is a lawless land in the city of Alliria. Odd but welcome. Maton took a break from dancing and sat on the only "safe" and "honest" part of the pub. The few seats in front of the barkeep.
 
Pretty Boy liked cities, just not so much the people in them. People either mistook him for some sort of large ox from the back, or began shouting for monster hunters whenever he tried to purchase something. Honestly, if he had the gold and genuinely didn’t hurt anyone, what was the problem? It had taken him a few weeks and several incidents in markets to determine that he was the problem.

Pretty Boy was surprisingly large, after all. He stood six feet at the shoulder, was twice again that in length, and if his claws didn’t frighten people his elongated head and eyeless face did. People were so jumpy in this city.

Cities were full of interesting smells, good and bad. Right now he smelled ale. He’d honestly wanted to try ale. Devourers were creatures born from excess, and were naturally curious. Pretty Boy was willing to take the risk. He approached the bar and nudged open the door with his nose.

Well this was a problem. He got one shoulder in, his massive neck brushing the top of the doorframe, and then popped the other shoulder through with a groaning of wood. With some wiggling, he managed to get inside much to the shock of the patrons.

Pretty carefully picked his way around the tables, and put his paws up on the bar. He leaned down and spat up a few gold coins, looking at the bartender expectantly. That’s what humans wanted, right? Gold shiny discs?
 
A large..... creatures walked into the pub and approached the silent barkeep spitting up a few coins. It way seems like teh start of a wvery weird but promising joke but it was not. The barkeep nodded like it was just another day in the job, because it was and he then pointed to the drinks the large annimal could purchase with said gold waiting for a growl as a sign of agreement.

Maton laughed loudly but not loud enough to distract the bunch of people fighting. "What could you be" He asked the creature. Since the creature was smart enough to purchase booze it should be smart enough to talk as well. Right?

Maton didnt seem bothered by the large creature being..... a large creature. He found it peculiar. "What an odd city" he thought to himself as he took a swig of his drink.
 
Pretty didn’t quite know what to choose when the bartender swept the slimy coins off the bar. He pushed away the barstools and settled himself down, his short stumpy tail thumping on the wood floor. The ale mug he was given was...well, a bit difficult to navigate. He ended up taking the entire thing in his mouth, tipping the cheap swill into his mouth, then carefully setting the mug back down. Each mugful was about a swallow for him.

Pretty looked over at the man that had spoken to him. This was a bit surreal. Usually humans didn’t know what to do with him. He didn’t speak, but he’d seen humans treat each other with affection. He leaned over and licked the top of the human’s head. Satisfied with this introduction, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey with his soft, horse-like lips and sucked on the bottle.
 
"What the?" Maton exclaimed. The huge creature licked him like a dog would before sucking on some .... whiskey. "You are one weird dog. It seems that you either cant or dont want to speak. Well..... aceeptable. As you see.... this is no normal place to be in" Maton yawned and raised his cup before chugging the remaining of his ale. He then signalled to the barkeep and threw a few coins towards him and the man filled his mug once again.

"I assume you arent used to pople reacting with you in this way huh? Probably because you look like something that would ravvage a village or two on a slow weekend. But here.... We dont really care about shapes sizes and languages. Having fun is a universal language. Unless you are too up your own ass to realise what fun is"
 
Pretty fiddled with the bottle in his mouth. It was strong, and made his stomach feel strange. He wasn’t sure he liked it at all. He made an awkward attempt to put it back down again. It was mostly full, with a healthy swig of saliva in the bottom. Oh well, this way it looked like he hadn’t drank that much.

The man next to him seemed utterly unphased, which pleased Pretty. Devourers were rare enough as it was. Being accepted was even more rare. What he didn’t like was the bar fight happening a few tables away. Pretty got up, leaned over, and picked up one of the combatants by the belt. He easily moved him away from the other.

Humans really were like feisty pups sometimes. They just needed a bit of discipline.
 
Pretty tried, and suceeded into breaking up the years old fighting zone in the middle of the bar which would return to normal in a few hours. It was a big feat. Maton looked towards pretty and with a surprised tone said "That was unexpected to say the least but really now. Its fun for them. Dont go breaking off bar fights. Especially here, Here we do tings..... different."

Maton then directed his gaze towards the party animal side of the pub to see noone noticing the monumental ocasion (bad spelling pog). He leaned back on his seat which creaked rather loudly before he yawned once more remebering that he had stuff to do but not wanting to do any of it. "So, can you even write?" he asked the large dog and signaled the bartender to pass him a notebbok and a pen. He wanted to find a way to commune with the large dog and was in no possition to understand body language since he was hammered and would need a while to realise that he could probably use magic to give the dog a magical voice. For the time being he would just try the pen and paper method which would probably fail.
 
Pretty Boy looked at the paper. Paper was fun. He lipped at it, tearing off a sheet of the expensive material and balling it up with his lips. He fired it over at the human, making a chortling snort sound that might have stood in for a laugh. The quill he took in his mouth and played with the feather, before spitting it out again and shredding more of the paper. Alright, this was quite fun. He was making quite a confetti like mess.
 
The huge creature completely assaulted the paper and quill and spat them towards Maton. For a split second his face turned reflexively serious and angry looking but as soon as it came it vanished with the appearance of a big smile and a thunderous laughter coming from Maton. Said laughter and the paper being spat on his face sobered him up a little. "Can I get a cup of water?" he asked the bartender who silently complied.

"You have a sense of humor dont you lit... big one?" he said while still chuckling when a bright idea just sparked in his head.

The way Maton sees magic is different than the way others do. He sees it as a collection of puzzles. Each spell a different one with varying levels of beauty and pieces to complete it. Those pieces were so plentiful that they could be mixed to create millions of different spells for millions of different reasons. And that is how he learned magic. He had accumulated a lot of pieces and all that is needed to create a different puzzle is just to mix them together.

He wanted to converse with the huge creature standing next to him and since normal speech or writting were unable to have the intended effect magic would have to do. Maron closed his eyes to maximize concentration on his drunken state. He digged deep into the pit of knowledge he has and slowly but surely came up woth the proper pieces to achieve what he wanted. Starting off he took a speel that allows the caster to hear and see the thoughts of a willing creature then he combined it with a project sound spell to make it so the creature could project their thoughts as speech and lastly he mixed a comprehend language spell in with the others so the creature would speak in a language Maton could understand and so that the creature could understand his speech. The end result will be a spell that allows a willing creature to project chosen thoughts as speech and comprehend speech of a language known to Maton.

He approached the creaturre and said "I will use magic that will allow you to talk to me. Do not be concerned. Just think of whatever you want to say and it will sound" he said as he extended his hands and feached a few centimeters over the creatyre's head and then it glowed and the spell was in effect. It would steadily be active and take effect as long as Maton would hold it active and wants/is able to fuel the magic keeping it going "So... What is your name?" he asked excited.
 
Pretty was all fond of fun and games until the man put a spell on him. Saying don’t be afraid didn’t really settle his stomach any. He hadn’t asked, he hadn’t waited for him to even try and communicate a reply with a nod, he’d just done it. That was not okay with him. Pretty backed up sharply away from the bar, shaking his head. Due to his size he didn’t quite care that he was backing into chairs or bowling people over with his considerable rear end. He just wanted the spell off!

The mage at the bar had done this to him. His lips pulled back from his teeth, peeling impossibly far up his face, and his hackles gathered on his velveteen shoulders. He opened his mouth and roared at Maton. The loud noise got quite a bit of attention, and the minute any weapon was drawn all hell broke loose.

The minute a man approached with a blade, Pretty shouldered him into a wall, and tore his head from his shoulders.

Maton Kaiju
 
As soon as Maton put the spell on the large creature it started going ape shit. A patron of the bar tried to attack the creature but it fought back and tore his head off. At the sight of that other patrons started standing up and either running out of the pub or readying their weapons. Maton had to do something about that.

First things first he stopped the inital spell and then cast anither one. A spell that would strengthen his voice and have it emmit pressure to everyone in the bar excluding the creature in order to not anger it anymore. "Calm down" Maton said, a few of the patron that attempted to get up were forced back into their chairs and a couple fell unconscious.

Maton, after making his presence clear to the people in the bar stopped his spell and looked at pretty. "Calm down. The spell is over. I don't intend to harm you so for your own good and for the guards not turning you into armour padding hear me out". Maton had to at least attempt to calm down the creature but the guards would be fast on their tracks towards the pub.

Where pretty to continue being agressive, Maton would have to take more drastic measures. He would keep his dostance from the creature giving him enough time to cast a spell while having his shield ready to help absorb any potential attack to some entend. Maton would connect his hands as he focused on pretty so he could concentrate on the spell. He would enter a trance like state while focusig on pretty so that he wouldn't get attacked and lack time to attack and cast a spell that would throw a net of chains towards pretty. The distance between the two would give enough time to Maton to allow him to fully realise the spell and cast it.

Where pretty to stop being agressive, maton would have to find a way so that the creature wouldn't get apprahended. He didn't have enough sway to stop that from happening so he would have to find a different way of doing so. The guards were on their way and the creature didn't have much time to flee.
 
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