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The owner of the bustling restaurant looked up as the newcomer entered. This new guy had something about him, some aura, seemingly of power. Shrugging, he went back to the plate he was washing.
This new figure was a human, slightly above average in height and with a wiry build. His skin had a reddish tint to it, and his shaggy black hair was kind longish, going almost to his shoulders. He wore a red-brown suit. Probably a good one at one point, but now it was covered in gashes and burn marks. He also wore a red-tinted monocle and a fedora.
The figure sat down and ordered a doughnut, which the owner promptly delivered to him. He took a bite, looking thoughtful. The owner, somewhat put off by the man's lack of conversation, went back to the dishes. He was almost certainly a native of this plane, but still. Something about him was....strange. Yes, strange was the perfect word for it. It was almost as if...
The owner's train of thought was derailed by a sudden commotion up front. Frowning, he went out. There were two soldiers, Jeelian by the looks of them, standing in the doorway. The lead one hefted his weapon: the sort of gun one would normally expect to see on a howitzer. "We're looking for an outlaw by the name of Athn Tonn."
The newcomer stood. "My name's Athn Tonn. Are you going to arrest me?" His tone took the owner by surprise. He might have been commenting on the weather. It had surprised the soldiers slightly as well, evident in the way they shifted uncomfortably on their feet. "Yes, as a matter of fact we are."
Tonn smiled, revealing sharpened teeth that gleamed in the light from the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. "Well, now, that won't do. If you please, I'll be going back to my doughnut." Now the owner noticed that he had a strange accent, rather like halfway between Russian and Irish.
The soldier pointed his weapon at Tonn. At this point, the owner spoke up. "Now, now, let's not have any fighting in here. Please, take it outside!" Tonn sighed, flipping a few coins onto the table and taking his doughnut with him. The soldiers followed suit.
Satisfied that the problem was no longer his, the owner turned back to go and finally finish those gods-darned dishes. However, he was interrupted for the third time by the noise of an explosion, followed by a second one. Spluttering impolite words, he raced back to the front, where the full-length windows provided an excellent view of what had just happened.
One of the soldiers had fired at Tonn, hitting him directly in the chest with a round that would have blown half the building off had he been inside. By all rights he should be dead. Yet he wasn't. A closer look revealed a shimmering shield of translucent red energy hovering in front of Tonn. He dismissed it with a wave. "Y'know, if you really want someone to cooperate, shooting at them isn't really your best course of action," Tonn said, raising a hand, palm outward to face the men. A wave of dark red flames spouted from his hand, engulfing one of the soldiers.
The soldier backed off, flaming and spewing obscenities. The other one raised his weapon and fired. Tonn gave a half-smile and vaulted over the projectile, snatching it out of the air and pitching it back at the unfortunate man. The explosion blew him apart, leaving a small crater in the parking lot. The other man, having dismissed the hellfire, threw a lightning bolt at Tonn, who grabbed it and hurled it skyward. He then made a sweeping gesture and several bolts of reddish energy flew out and connected with the man, converting him to a bloody, rust-like substance. That done, Tonn looked first at the crater and assorted body parts, then to the rusted skeletal corpse. Turning, he walked out of the parking lot, taking another bite from his doughnut.
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