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"With us on a swashbuckling adventure!" The voice rang through the air behind the man as a hand slapped down on his shoulder. "For shineys!" the voice added. If the man was to turn around, he would see a man dressed in a flowing white shirt with black pants and fine riding boots before him, wearing a beat up leather long jacket over his clothing with a maroon sash aross his waist to keep the attire together, and of course, atop his head was a large black hat with an equally large maroon plume.

With a crooked smile lining his face, finely trimmed mustache and gotee around his lips, he let out a bellowing mad laugh, "HAHA!".

"Turriens Vlacanos, swashbuckler extrordinaire!" the swashbuckler introduced himself, making a sweeping bow. "And we," he said, answering the question and stepping to the side a little so that the man could see the woman who followed after him, "Are going in a treasure hunt... as well as a quest to save the people who were kidnapped last night by the pirates."

"Uggh..."

A soft groan escaped Shin's lips as he rolled over in a...bed? Shin jolted upright and looked around the room. The walls were that of a bedroom, cracked and faded overtime...but where was he. Latent. Obiously he was still within this town, but he wasn't in the tavern, he was...somewhere else.

Oww...

Shin moved a hand up to his head. It hurt so bad. Suddenly he felt something...bandages. They were wrapped around his head like a headband and over one eye. Shin lifted the sheets of the bed quickly and looked at himself. He appeared to be okay. Bandages covered accross his stomach and some on his chest. He was clothed from the waist down only.

He glanced over to the side of the bed and found an exact replica of his shirt, as if someone had tailored him a new one. His sword seemed to be in the same condition, completely fixed of any cracks or iregularities.

What is going...

"Good, your awake!"

A man looking around his 70's stepped into the room. He smiled warmly, his gray beard rising upwards with his smile.

"My daughter found you in the tavern and brought you here to our house, you were in pretty bad condition, its lucky we found you...."

His voice trailed off as Shin closed his eyes. An uneasy pulsing sensation filled his body, a defyning roar erupting in his hears. Something was wrong.

He stood and quickly and put on his top. He grasped his sword and harnessed it to his belt and started out the door. He didn't want anything to go wrong.

"...Hey, where are you going, come back!"

A hand grasped Shin's shoulder, and he turned on his heel abruptly. His eyes were not their normal red, instead, they turned a pure black.

"Leave me alone!"

The man stepped back startled and scared. Shin's voice was deep and full of evil. He whipped around and pushed the mans hand off to the side and away from him. The man stubled a bit to the left. Shin then moved his hand down to the left and around...pointing his palm at the man's stomach. Shin pushed it quickly forward and into the man's stomach. The man bent forward at an unatural position and then shot backwards into the opposing window. A shatter was heard and the man's lifeless body was flung out and down to the streets below.

He recoiled his hand and turned back around, heading out the door, to the bottom floor, and out the door. When he entered the sun of the outside, his eyes returned to their normal red. He stopped a moment, wondering how he had moved outside. He shrugged and walked off, blending with the crowd in the streets.

He was still extremely confused but figured the man to be harmless, he sure acted as if he was. He strode after him, walking at the same pace with a considerably less amount of enthusiasm. His right hand resting on the hilt of his blade and his left hand hanging down at his side.

Shin moved through the streets. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do...he was a lost cause at this point. He moved to something that he needed, fresh air. The best fresh air he knew of was the water, the sea...the docks.

As he moved through the streets torwards the water and the fresh air, he saw something...someone that should not be there. Was he still injured? Was he imagining this? He decided to see for himself.

"...Rin?"

He called out to the man, seeming to be accompinied by a few others. Could it be...but, how?

He rushed forward to walk with Rin.

"How the hell...are you...?"

He was still startled. If he remembered correctly, Rin had been killed at the hands of Menos. And yes, he could plainly see him alive, standing in front of him. What was going on?

And then Lazenca walked back into the scene. Except, he was dressed like a gangster, the likes of Elliot Ness. The pants were black, starched wool thread that would hold its rigid shape longer, with a silver chain coming out of the pocket. His selected shirt was a button-up black longsleeve. A longcoat... black with a blue lapel. He also had on a black vest with blue pin stripes. The blue matched a shade that he selected for a tie. All that was missing were the spatted shoes... he wore no shoes, feathered hat, and tommy gun.

He was back where he started from, outside the city, where Twitch had dropped them off before. Wasn't this where he said he'd meet Louve? Well... she hadn't been back, for her scent was hours old. He moved into the city and looked around, even asking some locals if they'd seen where the wolf woman everyone was hunting for earlier that day, had gone. None had.

And this made Laz groan quite loudly.