I kinda prefer their FUCC line better... the only part that sucks is not being able to drink during the work week.

Yeesh... Gotta take a breather for now... I'll get back on the case later. Hopefully, it'll get resolved before the next big break for our actual case...

Scratches, scrapes, and weirdly, craters in some plazas, not unlike large boulders had collided with the ground.. leaving characteristically scorched earth. Streaks in the sky.. but, um, something like debris falling from the sky seems unnatural... magic?

"A familiar yet suspicious silhouette was seen in the shadows... an onlooker remarks being, 'fairly certain' the individual had a tail"... that does narrow it down to, well, some of the population. That is, if they have any connection which is not exactly guaranteed..

... right. Well, I guess it's the only current lead..

Red and Blue...?

My crafting's getting interrupted by all these weird reports coming in.. uh.. property destruction? Accounts of a strong, sulfuric smell coming from the entertainment district? Not really much to go off of, huh...

[ mutter, mutter.. ]

... so is that why I almost got ran over like twenty minutes ago..?

'Course. Drink responsibly, or uh, whatever.

It's, ah... in the crafting log.. the one you gotta buy for 1,000 orange scrips. It's called Master Culinarian XXXIV.

So that's what I was missing...

It's just something you happen to read... in a magazine.. definitely not first-hand experience.

So as it turns out, mixing DAM with twelve other energy drinks and a cup of coffee isn't the best idea, but don't ask how I know that.

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Annnd.. that's another order of ninety-nine bags of caramel popcorn made. I can't believe people live off this stuff these days...

Pff.. it really makes having to buy a whole new wardrobe worth it, honestly.

Oh gosh, so it's not just a fancy title to sound cool... but man, if that isn't just the average eldite experience, huh.

I guess if you go around calling yourself the Tyrant, you'd have to be...

Red's a bold color.. I'm a little partial to orange and blue myself, but honestly any bright color looks nice under neon lighting.

They were pretty stylish looking, I have to admit.. nearly went and bought a bottle myself. If it were in my budget...

R.. really? There was a really popular nail polish poster of yours going around all over the place... heard some people even tried taking some of them home off the walls.

The Tyrant.. uhm... that sorta rings a bell, kinda... are you the guy from all those ads?

A client "paid" with tickets to the Arcadion fights this weekend... um.. trying to decide if I should go or sell these...

What he might lack in strength, comes monstrous endurance... or maybe, more like an unwillingness to succumb to pain and injury.

But that's all if push comes to shove, and he finds himself in a situation where there's no other option for survival's sake.

He insists that he can't, or perhaps, doesn't fight, but the few who've witnessed it declare he fights like a demon possessed; gunblade, nouliths or other. A reckless combat style with nary a care for self-preservation, described as "keeping muscle, organs & blood inside through sorcery alone".

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Perhaps something to do with that fateful night, that one day, when he was found in a field so far away from his home state, overcome with the madness of pain and out of control magic, that he near tore his own eyes out...

Whatever it was, he's not content with parting with the information.

Less known about him is his past as an academic by the name of LIoyd in Old Sharlayan, where he once studied shielding and protective magic, in an attempt to ease his chronic pain and own health issues.

What could have happened for him to end up so far traveled, isn't really known...

Notable features include facial scars, technologically enhanced eyes, and rarely ever being seen without a pair of sunglasses to shield his light sensitive eyes.

Whilst his strengths lay in culinary and alchemy pursuits, he's a dab hand at a variety of trades.

A half-hyur, half elezen with a past that seems as spotty as his memory. Claims he forgot much of his prior life to an accident that left him badly wounded, and now works as a crafter and occasional hunter for a living.

Terribly skittish, and possesses knowledge far more than he lets on.