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From the large crowd gathered by the docks, a single hand shot towards the sky over the heads of the rest of the crowd while they were busy milling about and discussing each other's thoughts on the matter at hand. This one hand was connected to an arm sleeved with a leather shirt sleeve covering it, moving down to connect to a long jacket which reached down to the man's knees. This coat however, though loose and open in the front to reveal a flowing white shirt underneath, slightly open at the upper chest, had a maroon coloured sash running its length horizontally across the man's waist, acting almost like a belt as it was tied at the left hip and its ends left to hang.

As the crowd parted to allow the man vision from the speaker at the head of the crowd, it would be seen that the coated body stretched down to black slacks with a rather fine pair of black riding boots. And moving up above the shoulders and high collars of the brown leather coat, would be a head, face hidden by a largee black coloured three point hat, one point on the side of the hat was folded up and pinned with a large maroon plume so that it stayed in its shape.

As the speaker at the head of the crowd, which would be the reason of such a crowd gathering, saw the man fully, the coated man would raise his head and let the light of day stream down his hat and illuminate his face. A finely trimmed mustache, a crooked grin, almons shaped verdant eyes. It could be none other than Turriens Vlacanos, swashbuckler extrordinaire.

"I will join you on such a mission!" he stated loudly to the speaker, followed by an almost mad - mad in an insane way - laugh, "Haha!"

Now, how did this all begin one would ask, especially in such an odd circumstance where the swashbuckler dressed in something not as colourful and eye-catching or eye-hurting as usual?

Well, on such a fine day, the hero to a few and the fool to many decided he wanted to have a dramatic look to himself, and thus, he dressed himself in a fine elegant white silk shirt and opposing black pants which would note him of a gentleman and tossed on a beat up leather long coat which would seem adventurous compared to the high class clothing. The sash and hat however added to this effect with matching colours. And just then, as he was strolling down the streets of Latent, he came upon a speech by someone at the docks, attracting the crowd which seemed to gather itself there listening to someone's speech. And being as curious and easily distracted as he is, he had wandered over to see what the commotion was about.

It seemed that some pirates had come during the night and looted the town of treasure as well as lives, and the man was recruiting people to help save the people captured and regain the lost treasures, and being who he was, Turriens couldnt let such an opportunity pass by. And with that, he had decided he would aid in such a noble quest for shineys and help those in need. But mainly for shineys.

And thus, the swashbuckler extrordinaire joins in the quest against the Pirate King. Dressed rather accordingly for once.

Although the streets of Latent were bustling with the mornign crowds of shoppers and workers, the large, muscular blonde man easily made his way through them, the small purple haired neko-jin nestled in close to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as she drifted in and out of sleep, bobbing gently in time with John's large foot steps.

"Meru..."

Juuni didn't need telling twice. She snuggled up into John's chest, her ears twitching slightly while her tail swayed with the momentum of the couple's movement as they continued through the crowds.

"Nnn..."

Juuni stirred slightly in John's arms, her ears flattening against her head from the louder and unfamiliar voice, one of her hands clutching tightly at a handful of John's top as her tail drew in around his waits, hooking around his hip as she shifted slightly in her arms, her eyes threatening to open as her sleep became lighter.

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Juuni's eyes snapped open as she was wrenched free from her sleeping place upon John's person, tearing a chunk of his tops material along with her as she was hoisted up high. She mewled furiously, arms and hands outstretching towards John as her fists clenched and unclenched towards him as she kicked her legs furiously as she was held by the scruff of the denim jacket, coughing loudly as it slid up around her neck.

"'Niisama~~" crying

The neko-jin was dazed and very confused having been jolted so suddenly into the land of the awake and ripped from her peaceful dreams.

"Uh... Uh..." Juuni whined through her tears, one hand still outreached towards the Tribal as she dangled in the second thugs hands, her face pink from the tightness of the jacket around her neck and her eyes red with tears.

"'Niisama..." she whimpered again her eyes rolling fearfully at the gun as she squirmed a little more in the thugs grip, her tail thrashing about wildly behind her.

"No."

One word that spoke volumes. Juuni had fallen still, almost convicted to her fate as she spoke. Her eyes cold and staring at the thug that was moving for her panties as her eyes swirled a brilliant silver mist.

Donnie laughed and hooked one finger over her pantie edge.

"Like you can do anything about it pipsqueak! Besides, you're friend here owes us! We're gonna have some fun..."

He licked his lips again. Before being slammed back into the wall opposite John as the small child exploded in a flurry of silver and purple lights, Lonnie losing grip on his gun as he was sent falling backwards.

In place of Juuni stood an angry looking woman, her long purple hair and bright white tunic ruffled by some unfelt breeze. Her brow was frowed and her eyes sparked dangerously as in one swift movement she had swooped down on Donnie, plucking him up from his slid down position on the floor and had him pinned to the wall by his throat.

Then the Senshi squeezed. Hard. Slowly cutting off the thugs oxygen supply as she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"She said, no."