Behemoth makes his way to the market square, he ran a little stall down there which helped to feed the family; however today he was dropping by to give a quick announcement on a little competition he was going to run for all of America's finest to partake.

Arriving at his stall he said a quick hello to Pasqual, the young lad he left in charge of running things, "Good day son, things have been going well I hope" to which the young boy replied "Yes sir, great day, many sales".

Behemoth nodded then placed his briefcase on the table, he unlocked it and flipped the lid pulling out a few posters, passing them to Pasqual to put up. He looks over to a few bystanders who were beginning to gather.

"Good day fine people, I come here today for a little competition. I am in need of a new suit, something wonderful, something people will adore, something as great as Godfather DeadlySin, or Don Marston, those gents have it down to a tee".

"I am giving everyone a chance to win $500,000 dollars, from now until 14:00pm tomorrow you need to come to me with a design for a suit (OOC:Profile Picture), the one I think is best will get the prize and I shall wear it with pride."

Fez was on his morning stroll when he saw Behemoth.. It couldn't be.. He actually is out and about? Couldn't be. Sensing something just was not right he decided to follow the eternal Wise Guy who sleepily stumbled throughout the streets.

Finally Behemoth came to a stop and began speaking.. Or whatever you would call it. What an awful sound. Finally after an hour of asking bystanders what it was that Behemoth said he understood.

I had this suit tailored just for you.

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I hope you enjoy it. <3

Keenos, ever the professional, walks upto Behemoth wearing one of his creations

Sir, after many painstaking hours, I have designed a suit that I think encaptures everything you want to represent

Keenos unzips the suit bag to reveal his masterpice to the world

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Leaving the suit with Behemoth, he stuffs leaflets into the crowds hands advertising his work before going back to his studio

Slash looks at the man with a bemused face

You want Marston-esq quality, for peanuts? Well, good luck with that fella. The reason these men look so good, is because their tailor is an artist and a damn fine one, generally when you hire people of that quality you pay the going rate.

None the less, I am a far cry from the quality of Marston and have dispatched some artwork to you via the normal channels. Good luck with your quest for your new suit.

It has been brought to my attention that my previous remark has come across to be condescending. It was never my intention for that to be the tone of the comment. I stand by the fact that I feel 500,000 is a low figure for such quality work, purely because I've known many people to pay higher rates, however again its been brought to my attention that Marston in fact charged 500,000 for his work. Whilst I still feel this is a low figure for such good work, I must admit that this totally invalidates my statement as it would then mean that Behemoth has offered the going rate in this case.

Amaterasu passes a young man littering the streets with posters, she gestures to him to hand one to her to peruse. As she reads through the flyer, excitement builds up as she imagines all the possible suits she can make for the fellow associate of the YAOWA Army. She rushes home to sew into the wee hours of the night, and returns back to the market.

Amterasu approaches Behemoth's shop and is disappointed to see it is closed. So she hangs up the suits at the back of the store and leaves Behemoth a note

Behemoth,

Try the suits on for size, I hope they're to your liking. Wasn't sure what kind of look you were going for. You know how to contact me if you need any alterations.

Amaterasu

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Behemoth hadn't attracted as much attention as he had hoped however he had received some excellent efforts via mail and other means, he arrived at his spot to share the winners prize.

"The winner is going to have to be the wonderful Amaterasu who sent me two wonderful suits of which I will wear alternatively throughout time, the money shall be arranged shortly, and thank you all who entered."

He slumps his things into his briefcase and heads off to the bank to arrange payment.

Mr. Cuddles roughly pushes the crowd out of his way as he makes it to Amaterasu's side in front of Behemoth's shop in the market. He gruffly whispers something in her ear. Amaterasu smiles and nods as her bodyguard, pats him on the shoulder and turns back to Behemoth

"So Cuddles here informs me that the prize money has safely arrived. Thank you once again for choosing my handiwork and I must say you are looking more handsome than normal with these suits. Although I may be biased! It was a wonderful competition, and great doing business with you sir."

Amaterasu shakes Behemoth's hand, as Mr. Cuddles begins to trudge through the crowd to makes a path for her.

Congratulations on your winning dear, I know you put so much effort into your tailoring. This is a mighty fine suit once again that you have tailored. I may have to stop by your shop and see if there is something there for me aswell.

He tips his hat and runs off to catch up on his daily routines