Anansi

It had been six months since they made it to Baragoi, Alakazam came up with the main plan of them establishing themselves in Baragoi. He said this will be their base of operation or something and to settle down they needed gold, and a lot of gold. We had all put our gold together and bought this small dingy building on the outskirts of Margheza. They then split up into tasks, Alakazam said the biggest and high earning profession besides the Shujaa Forces, is Kinetic Boxing. So he and Zade set up and started training him to become one, Anansi and Bolt were to turn the building into a bar. And expanded it into a gambling den, it was the afternoon and things were busy.

Several people were flooding into the tavern and filling it up, Bolt was electric and the life of the tavern, chatting up the guests and keeping the environment fun. Anansi was quickly tired of all the social interactions and didn't know why Alakazam had him on this duty, but he needed this crew's help. If he was to save his father, he needed their help, but he would make sure he also wasn't going to be the weak link.

He was in his room training with the black blade sheathed, he was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. As Gihoe’s deep voice rung in his head, “good job pipsqueak, you almost look muscular.” Anansi rolled his eyes as he cracked his knuckles, “not strong enough I still need to fully master this form.” He says as he unsheathes the blade and shadows come out as his arms become coated in a black-like color as his eyes start to shift and become red. He took a deep breath and tried to hold it as he felt an almost burning sensation, it was hard to describe.

As he felt he couldn't hold on any longer he sheathed the blade and felt an immediate wave of lethargy hit him. But he could still stand, he was getting stronger and better and that's all that mattered. After practicing for some time he put his shirt on and headed outside, to clear his head.

Walking through the streets of Baragoi, he saw several sketchy-looking people and people trading with one another. Passing by several people with bright crimson eyes, as he went further he saw what looked like a thief, they had bright crimson eyes and a crazed expression as they leaped from corner to corner, robbing people of their coin purses in the blink of an eye. By instinct, Anansi clenched his blade and was ready to get into action, but in the blink of an eye, the thief was tackled to the ground.

As the dust settled and revealed a shirtless muscular Baragoian man, he stood at 5’9 and looked rather stocky but well built. He clenched a bloodied fist as the thief was on the ground, head smashed in and splattered around the pavement. As the shirtless man's face was revealed, he was the fifth strongest Shujaa. Thabiti Odinga, had long dark brown curly hair put into a puff and deep red glowing eyes, and a menacing smile that shook Anansi to the core.

“Let him serve as an example, these streets belong to Jabari Wandere. There will be no crime in his streets.” He shook the blood off his fist and cracked his neck. Many people seemed to avert their eyes and others seem to be used to it and continue with their business. Feeling content with his stroll, Anansi gets the hell back to the tavern, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. A few people gave him passing glances but many were far too drunk and giddy to care, as he passed through the crowd to look for Bolt. “Why are you so damn sweaty? Need a drink, kid?” Bolt asked with a mug of ale in his hand. “No I don't need a drink, just a bit startled. I ran into Thabiti and seeing him in person was a lot more startling than I expected.” Bolt downed his mug and shrugged, “I think he's just my type, muscular and crazy.” Anansi rolled his eyes and wiped his forehead of sweat. “Do you think Alakazam can pull it off? Do you think we can pull this task off?” Anansi asked while looking at Bolt, “We have to, and I think our group might be the people to be able to pull it off.” He says with a smirk, “if we are to get Jabari’s stone we need to take him down. And to do that we need to gun for his Five Royal Guards.”

Anansi quivered in his seat, “how's setting up a tavern, and Alakazam dancing in a ring going to help us get closer to that goal?” Bolt waved his finger, “if we are to challenge a Crime Captain, we need a little more than four people.” Bolt said with a smirk, “we're going to need a crew big enough to challenge the Wandere Family. And the only way to gain supporters is to gain our an image.” Anansi nodded as he looked at the patrons in the bar. “I just hope Alakazam knows the shit he's getting us into,” Anansi said, drinking a glass of water and gulping. “Because we are challenging the man who practically rules this country from the shadows. A man many are calling The Mesmerist. We are challenging a man who has this country under his puppet strings.” Anansi said as he just shook his head and finished his glass. Bolt only fiddles with his fingers as lightning crackles between them. “After all, why should we be scared of a Crime Captain working with a little old Dirty Tag?”