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[Note: The following play does not happen anywhere near the town. However, it will eventually be brought there.]

Twitch's feet crunched through the snow, audible testament to her arrival. She'd given them enough time, she supposed, and was back to retrieve them.

"Lazenca. Louveteau.~~"

Her voice was sing-song, and her spirits light. She could feel the snow and how cold it was, but it had no effect on her whatsoever. It wasn't as if she were an elemental or anything like that. No, she just... couldn't feel it. It didn't matter. She knew it was cold. Or was it that she remembered? Yes, that's it- her body, though still warm, didn't register pain and temperature. She only remembered how it felt when she was alive enough to need a heavy coat.

Her coat... Rebecca was still wearing it. She wondered how the knight-in-training was doing, since she decided to part at the destruction of the Stadium. She knew the lady was alive, and was glad for it. With things settled and a few other checks done, she was able to lounge until it was time to retrieve the two of them.

Shaking her shoulders as to remove the fallen snow from her wrapped wings, she spied the two of them together. Closing the distance, she called for them both aloud. "Hey! Lazenca, Louveteau! Are you two ready to get out of this place, or what?"

Ever silent, ever following the Daraku, Wolfgang remained at Twitch's side and remained voiceless.

Twitch walked up to Louveteau, smiling. "Oh, stop... you don't have to worry about me, or this one here." She nudged Wolfgang with her foot, elliciting an annoyed gruff huff from him. "We didn't mean to... interrupt anytyhing."

She said that last bit with an evil grin. "So, how about it? Or would you rather freeze a bit more? Or... you, at least. I suspect that Laz can handle himself with the cold."

"I'm with him..." Which meant if he was ready to go, she was ready to go.

But the mysterious woman was no where to be seen. Through the commotion of Tomorrow's arrest and the crowds own curiousity, it seemed she had vanished. The only other living thing left in the alley was a lone torteshell kitten, sat up on one of the dustbins that lay amongst the alley, surverying what was before her with narrowed eyes and a swishing her tail. She leapt off the dustbin's top and disappeared down away from the crowd, licking her slightly bloodied lips.

John was being surprisingly obidiant, given the situation.

The normal shackles hadn't fit over his large wrists - they had to bind his arms with chains. When he sneezed within the paddy wagon, however, the resulting spasm resulted in the chains breaking.

When they put him in his cell, he had been placed with some other criminals, low lives who were bored and restless. The result had been one lost shiv and a broken collar bone. The rest of the inmates cowered in the corner as John stood near the door, the screams drawing the guards.

Now John sat in solitary. His entire body had been bound by thick iron chains, the chains locked with massive locks and wrapped in magical seals, before being locked to the roof, suspending him off the floor. The only way he'd break out...

...Was if he tried hard enough.

He couldn't be bothered, however. The damage had been done. He sat in his lonely cell, in the quiet, unable to move, and contimplated his existance.

His vigilante-esque existance had run to it's end. He'd thought that he could relax with Amber and Meryl...perhaps start a new family. But he could not stay still. Even on his 'holiday' he'd always kept busy - scuplting, training, building, loving...

But then the Stadium blew. Old feelings boiled. Responsibilities that were not his were left waving in the wind.

...And John knew that Tomorrow could not sit on his laurels so easy.

He had to find out what happened to the Stadium. He had to follow the trail to the town of Latent. He had to find out wether he was strong enough by challanging that Spear. He had to allow himself to be attacked by the two fools...

And in doing so, put one of his greatest treasures at risk.

He hoped she'd escaped unharmed. Even if she was captured, technically she was a minor. She would not be charged with anything, and be sent home to the nearest relative.

...That was, if that was the 'law' in this town.

John narrowed his blue eyes in the darkness of his cell. That leader. He had the same cocky attitude as the Spear-boy - but, as the boy was full of smoke, this man was full of fire...and John seriously didn't know if he would be burned if he tried to play with him.

So he sat in his cell, pondering in the quiet, and wondering sadly if he would be allowed to speak to Amber and Meryl, to tell them he was okay, to ask them not to worry and to take care of Bin, to tell them that everything would work out...

There was a dull clank, as the lock was opened, and a dull creak of metal protesting in its groans as the cell door was wretched open. Leather boots padded along the stone floor, as someone made their way inside.

"Mr. Tommorow."

The same Spear from the other day, his uniform as neatly pressed as usual. Crimson hues stared up, eyeing the contraption that held the prisoner aloft. Whether he showed any signs of being intimidated, or even a bit of sorrow for the state the bigger man was in, didn't register-- and one would have to expect that it wouldn't ever.

"Quite the mess you got yourself into..." A gloveless hand reached up and ran through raven-colored locks of hair, before returning to his side, his other hand holding onto a manilla envelope. "We wouldn't have had to move you up here if you had been a gracious guest."

Ryugi was talking to Vargus when he noticed his old friend, Silver Moonblade walking by.

Hey Silver! Yo! Over here!

He smiled as he waved to the young fighter. Vargus also waved and Eclipse just squawked happily.