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Vincent nodded simply at the mention that this was the usual for him. "Yeah,it is. Well, not really, usually don't actually meet my employees face to face... they usually aren't ponies fresh from Stables either." Well, new work. Already! And if it proved profitable, he could afford a bit of a vacation from work... lay back in some town, rest, drink, talk to ponies and others... and if he felt the pay wasn'tas much as they were promiseing, he'd demand Lon's guns as compensation. Seemed fair enough to him. He blinked as the pony, Knight, drew his weapon. "Hey, wait-" He started, feeling annoyed as he watched the gun go off and blow the bottle... Knight was rewarded for his skill with a slap to the back of the head with Vincent's talon. "Yes, yes, we're very impressed... you idiot..." he muttered. Drawing a weapon, and fireing it, at what had just become a peaceful negotiation.... were Stable ponies inbred or something? At the mention of a 'child' changeling, Vincent shook his head. "Nah, I don't think he's a kid.Seemed adult to me... well, about as big as an adult pony. Just changed to try and stop you from shooting..." As he placed the rounds he got as the quick reward on him, for easy access, he wondered what the odds were of finding 4 ponies... from three differant Stables, and two on their first day out. What were the odds of that? And why were all of them alone? Stable Ponies were usually so scared shitless of the Waste when they first step out that they refuse to go around without a band of 10, if they don't just decide to stay in their stable.

Vincent found himself in the back of his dads car, yet again, but... his head felt hazy... but also pounded like crazy.What the hell happened? He rememebred something about a virtual world... bees... fire... it was all fuzzy. He was in such a daze, he didn't even remember getting out of the car and heading towards the gym, only moveing because... he... remembered going there before? A vague recollection came back... He... had died. Or,come close anyway. Burned... burned so horribly... but then he came back... a bunch of kids went to a factory... there was some attack... he couldn't remember anything, really. He remembered the first attack, and returning to the past, but beside from sparse details, he couldn't remember anything else... "Erg... what the hell... maybe the others know..." he muttered. (There, managed to write him back in. Since the return to the past was bugged, before, I had it work abit better this time.)

Vincent hoped he gave a friendly smile when the weapons were disarmed on both sides, although it was brief. The large stallion across from him was certainty a professional... if he didn't have some sort of back-up plan, he'd eat his own wings. Vincent glanced back over at the big stallion... in a one on one fight, he wasn't sure how he'd stack up. He was confident in his claws, and the ability to slit a pony's throat and cut at them even when disarmed was a useful thing, but again, the pony was large, and strong.... and the strength behind a pony bucking you was not to be underestimated, and Vincent had been in the waste too long to underestimate a pair like this. Heh... a big guy with the guns and some scrawny little one who refuses to wear armor...Now that sounds familiar... a ghost of a smile spreading on his face...quickly evaporating, as he was brought back to the situation at hand at the mention of a job. Huh. Okay, he hadn't expected to get hired by the pair, that was to be certain. He took a sizeable portion of the offered reward, pleased to find a decent stack of .44 magnum rounds. The rest he left for the others to take, as it only seemed fair. "Huh... well..." He muttered, while the stallion beside him instantly jumped at the offer. The battle saddle the Stallion wore looked to be some sort of weird energy weapon thing, and presumably the weapons were the same. While energy weapon's weren't his thing, he knew plenty of traders that would go head over heels to buy them. And who knew, maybe they had something more his style. He blinked as the stallion took off his helmet...that was a good sign. No one was stupid enough to remove armor if they planned on attacking a group. "Hi there." He said simply at the sudden greeting from the large stallion, Lon. They were introduced, and he sighed inwardly as he heard them. That was a problem with Stable ponies, huh? They just assumed everyone had pip-bucks, so they just rolled with that assumption. "I`m Vincent Stormwalker, mercenary and bounty hunter. And, as it just so happens, i`m between contracts. So as much as I usually hate escort jobs... I think i`ll accept this one." It was a pretty tempting job, after all. @@Guardian Braveheart, @@Scribblegroove,

Yu sat in his room, typeing into his computer. Since he didn't have anything better to do, he was making sure everything was all set up for his college courses. After all, a small town like Inaba didn't have much in the way of universities, so he was going to take his classes online while he was staying in Inaba. He figured it worked out preety well and, with how successful he'd been in highschool, he had an easy time with entrance exams. At around 9, he finally closed his laptop and went downstairs to eat. He spoke with Nanako and Dojima as he did, trying to decide what to do next. He supposed he should go around town and see other people... Shu... Daisuke and Kou... Dojima has just gotten up to get a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door, raising an eyebrow. "Huh. Wonder who that is..." the detective mumbled, walking to the door and opening it to find a familiar young woman with a green jacket on. "Oh, hey, it's you." he said with a friendly smile, "I`m guessing you're here to see Yu." @, ------------------- Kanji nodded at Sekel as he spoke. "Good to hear." He said simply. "Alright, I`ll see you then... just remember, if you don't want to do this, none of us will, y'know, judge you or anything. Oh, bring a weapon too. It doesn't have to be anything fancy but, y'know, kinda recommend it." @,

Vincent figured that, among the group they had, he was the best prepared to give information. After all, it was between him, two stable ponies, one that had been out less than a day, a Changeling that evidentally didn't even realized there had BEEN a war, and an enclave solider with a head filled with propaganda. But first, he had to take care of things... there was no way things would go smoothly with this tenseness in the air. Everyone here was on a fine edge, which wasn't good for negotiations. "Tell you what..." He muttered, unholstering his revolver slowly. He set it down on the table, with the handle facing the ponies across from him. "I`ll set down my revolver... by the time i'd get my rifle off my back, i`ll be dead. If that better at all?" He glanced at Knight, trying to get him to get his weapons holstered... if they could keep them at ease, the better. If they were raiders... he could still throw himself over the table, slit the big guy's throat... "Now, to your questions... well, the short version is 'yes'. There are plenty of cities being settled... there's even one not too far from here, called Defiance. There are several trade branches, most noticeably the Gun Gallopers and the Stable-Trails caravan. But, well, for every town and peaceful merchant, there's about 10 raider bands trying to kill them all." he explained. Once his 'partner' in these negotiations finished explaining the enclave, he nodded. "Yeah. Pegasi closed off the sky when the bombs fell, and havn't opened it since.They send down scouts occasionally, but all i`ve ever seen them do is take pictures of mutated animals and corpses... probably for propaganda." he explained, still keeping his eyes on them for anything that could indicate that, once they got the info, they were just going to blast them both to hell... @@Guardian Braveheart, @@Scribblegroove,

Vincent heard Baryon chastizeing him for shooting, trying to tell him that nothing will be gained by doing so. "In the past 15 minutes we've known him," he pointed out, "he's tried to kill two people and has made it preety clear he doesn't care if he does the same to us if we get in his way. We've stopped him this time, but what about the next? What if next time he turned around, blast that changeling to goo, and there's nothing to be done?" he pointed out bitterly. "You can go patch him up if you like. I have to make sure these guys aren't just really clever raiders..." He muttered, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. He headed downstairs, spotting the pair. He noted the 2nd stallion. He was pretty large for a pony and ended up being just abit taller than the Griffon. On habit, Vincent wondered which of them would win in a brawl. His stance showed of one of a mercenary, but he suspected it was more of a bodyguard situation. He gave him a curt respectful nod, before turning his attention to the shorter one. "Excuse the mess... we kinda ran into trouble on the way in..." he muttered, looking around for table that wasn't too blood covered... He was pleased when he found a side room. It looked like it had been some sort of den area and, aside from a few empty drug canisters, was mostly untouched by the raiders. He fixed an overturned table and pushed a set of chairs to it... though he chose to remain standing. This was much better... this close of range, if things went south, he could either draw his Taurus, or he could just launch himself over the table and slit some throats. He grabbed a few bottles of scotch, and even a bottle of wine, and set them on the table in an attempt at hospitality. All this talking isn't really my forte... she was always better at these negotiations... he thought to himself as he returned to the table, setting the beverages down. "So," he began, "Information huh? I have to wonder why somepony would want to pay so heftily for information... but i`ll attempt to give you as much as I can..." He offered, looking at the pair expectantly, prepared to awnser questions if it kept things nice and hospitable between the groups. @@Guardian Braveheart, @@Scribblegroove, @,

Vincent groaned as he looked down at the Enclave. "For the love of- Stay down this time, before I put you down myself! Next time won't be a warning shot, and to hell with what Bayron wants!" The stallion had said that he felt that the Enclave pony deserved to learn a lesson rather than die, but he wasn't getting the damn message! Was he just stupid, or did the Enclave have him better 'programed' than a robo-brain? Still, one good thing out of that little mishap... the glint he'd seen earlier was confirmed as another aside from the stallion below... and a sniper. He knew where to look now, atleast. When prompted to come on down, he took his eye from the scope to look at the one addressing him. "You`ve got someone covering you, I`d say it's only fair that we get the same!" He pointed out. Still... more supplies were rather tempting... he could... try being more diplomatic. "Maybe we can move this inside? Sit down and discuss this over a bottle of scotch or somethin'? This club has some high class booze still." If he atleast could make the negotiations somewhere that a sniper couldn't be sitting up in the hills ready to pick off the Changeling, that'd be better... and inside, the Taurus would be a lot more useful, even though he was starting to get concerned when it came to ammo for it. @@Scribblegroove, @, @,

Vincent rolled his eyes. Really? Who in the Waste was just stupid enough to leave a thing of supplies for what could very well be a bunch of raiders holed up in a country club? The fact that there were raider corpses could've meant they were a rival 'gang' that had moved it. He'd seen that happen a few times before. He glanced at the Changeling as he spoke, however, raising a brow. "You really wanna risk it? Fine than. Just listen though: if it's an ambush, run back up here as quick as you can. We'll have the defensive position. I`ll cover you from the window..." he glanced at the tag on the colts armor,which he noticed had melded along with him into the new body... was it enchanted? "...Renatus." True to his word, as the 'colt' stepped down the stairs, he unslung a rifle from his back. It wasn't a fancy rifle. a .357 caliber. It was long, and when he found it it had some shitty peep sight on it. He tore that off and replaced it with a proper scope. He moved to the window,looking down to see the two talking. He listened, making out bits of the conversation, but focused on leveling the scope to one of his eyes, scanning the distance for any sign of an ambush... looking here and there... he thought he saw the glint of the light reflecting off a sc- He blinked as the pegasus suddenly ran for the window, jumping out towards the pair. "Fuck!" He shouted, aiming the scope at him. The stupid bastard! If he didn't react quick, the pony was going to think they'd sicked him on them! He fired off a shot at the pony, his head exposed now that the helmet had been torn off... the shot grazing his head, having been intended as a warning shot.... "We hold no responsibility for this... enclave jackass!" He grunted, hoping that, if the pony was in fact truly friendly, this wouldn't ruin matters. @@Scribblegroove, @, @,

"Im... I`m sorry 'bout your heart..." he muttered suddenly. "If I had just done a better job there, kept you safe... you'd have been fine..." he muttered... it was true, he certainty at least felt partially responsible for what had happened. After all, he'd stepped in front of her, told her to stay behind him so that she'd be out of danger, and would have the highest chance of making it back to the sewers if they had to run... but she ended up being hit by the electricity... she almost died... and he felt worse now that the boy from before, who had wielded electricity, confirmed she'd have a heart condition... @,

Yu woke up and glanced out the window, staring up at the cloudy skies above... an endless ocean of those puffy white skies spread out before him like a ceiling for the little town, only stay sunbeams reaching through. Considering the towns local 'weather lady' was gone, it seemed fitting. He closed his window and get ready for the day, washing himself, brushing his teeth, getting dressed. He had no idea what he was going to do for the day until school came out... he wondered if his Persona Deck was still viable. He didn't get it... they'd gotten Marie from the TV world already, so what was this? Kanji got up, muttering to himself as he rubbed his head... aw man.... well, atleast they would be doing something! If they got lucky, they could save Marie today, she'd barely have spent the night in there! He got up and after getting ready and eating a sparse breakfast, he began the walk towards school. On his way, he spotted one of the kids from the day before... @, "Hey, you!" He said, running up to him on the road towards the school. "Sekel, right? Look, the rest of us are going into to TV once school lets out... if you're going, you should meet with us at Junes. But don't think about going in there alone! That could be a death trap."

Vincent just sort of followed the others... greatest fears, huh... he had no idea what his would be. Before... he might have said his dad. He was really the only person or thing he'd ever really been afraid of, but he had no idea how in the hell that would be manifested as a power for this... demon... thing. He heard someone mention a virtual world, but he had no idea what the hell they were talking about. He tried not to focus on that, at least. He walked next to Minx, looking at her. "Water, huh?" He said, more curious than anything. He imagined a fear like that was born out of a bad experience... @,

"Baryon. Got it. I`m Vincent, by the way." he supposed introductions were in order... didn't seem like these ponies were making any plans to shoot him in the back, at least. He heard the Changeling come on out and shrugged. "Who knows what these cloud-humpers want? " He said dissmissively. Heck, maybe they wanted to make him change into Rainbow Dash and then execute him, make it seem like they'd 'won in the end.' "So, you're from a Stable huh?" He asked curiously towards Baron... Stables... Stables usually had alot of supplies. And if this pony had just come from his... it might have been good for it... Was Vincent thinking of running in and pillaging the place? No. But he was thinking that a contract with a place like that... could become a good source of medical supplies and other goodies. When it came to removeing the Enclave's armor, he shrugged, doing what he could to assist... but the damn thing was so complicated and foreign to him, it might as well have been bolted to the stallion's skin. Suddenly, Baryon was lectureing him... and recieved a glare for his trouble. "Hey, look, I wasn't going to kill him. I gave him a chance to leave, he came up here and threatened to kill someone... if I didn't want to teach him a lesson, like I said, I would've killed him. But I wasn't going to... still might if he shoots at someone again though..." He looked at the other pony, who, judgeing my the jumpsuit, was also from a Stable, but looked abit more... wasteland-ey. When he heard him speak, he smirked. "Oh, so it's just because he's a rare species huh? If he'd been trying to kill me, no problem?" He said with a chuckle. He didn't seriously believe that was what he meant, but he felt like twisting the stallion's words around. Vincent blinked, suddenly hearing a voice from outside, drawing his revolver. 5 shots. But he didn't want to risk reloading the last in case whoever it was came upstairs... shouting out about having supplies? Either an obvious trap, or a really dumb trader. "We don't want any trouble!" He called out towards the voice. "I suggest you just turn around now." It wasn't a real threat... he had feeling it was a trap... some of the smarter raiders would try stuff like that... have one pretend to be a normal pony, injured or sick or having food to spare. Soon as the target got close... ambush. When the Changeling turned into a colt, Vincent snorted dismissively. "Please. I`ve never seen anyone, or anypony, out here hesitate to pull the trigger just because it was a filly or colt..." he paused moment. "Well, except slavers, but that's just because they rather take them." Vincent was working fast. He started pushing desk around upstairs, createing a makeshift barricade of desk and overturned tables, set up facing the stairway... if it was a bunch of raiders and they came upstairs, they would need some cover. As he heard the voice, once against down stairs, he closed his eyes, listening close... it was hard to tell, certainty, but there was more than one set of hooves... he thought only 2 sets... so two ponies? Unless they were flying... and that didn't mean the building wasn't surrounded by more... "Look, I understand you saying you're peaceful... but you have to understand it'd be foolish just to assume you're telling the truth. We just got done clearing this raider hellhole, and we'd appreciate not having any more trouble!" @@Scribblegroove, @@Guardian Braveheart, @, @,

Vincent blinked as everyone showed up,feeling his face grow red as everyone found him hugging the girl... his embaressment quickly being replaced as some kid who had presumeably been at the factory spoke out like that. "What the hell, man!?" He said, before placing a brief, comforting hand on Katie's shoulder, hoping to calm her down. He blinked when Minx spoke to him. Alright, she remembered yesterday too... "Oh... hey Minx." He said, forcing abit of a smile. He didn't want to bother her with what had happened to him yesterday... er... later that day... before. Besides, this wasn't the time. "Good to see you're alright... got worried..." he said, relief clear on his face. When the factory came up, he shrugged. "Sure, why not? I`m not interested in going to that dance a 2nd time anyway..."

A dream, huh? He wished... "Wish I could say that, but that'd make me a nut bag too..." he muttered. He heard her continue to apologize, trying to think of something to do or say. It was clear just how badly this was affecting her, and he couldn't just stand there like a moron while she cried into him! He did the quickest and only real thing he could think of: he wraped his arms around her and tried his best to comfort her as she cried. "Hey... look, really, don't worry about it... I mean, i`m still alive... somehow... i`m not hurt at all... " he said, not sure how that was possible... talking to this girl proved it wasn't a dream... "I promise, you don't need to be sorry for me... I`m...i`m not mad anymore." he said honestly, having calmed down now.

Vincent wanted to scream at her... for once, he wanted to take full advantage of how scary he could be and terrify this girl scare her beyond belief, make her understand what the hell she had done. Don't say fire? He thought, I`ll say fire as much as I damn want! You know what it's like to burn to death? Huh!? Huh!? Well I do! Because of you! He wanted to scream all of this and more, right into the girls face, right there on school grounds. He didn't care that she 'couldn't handle it right now', he would be carrying around the memory of that pain... that horrid horrid pain for the rest of his life.... but he blinked in surprise as she suddenly began sobbing, drapping her arms around his shoulders... which looked kinda strange for how short she was compared to him... "Oh... uh..." he muttered, anger instantly gone in his confusion. "I...I... h-hey, it's alright... you didn't mean it..." he said, suddenly desperate not to have her crying anymore. @,

Vincent was wandering around in a daze... the campus was just like he...remembered it. But how could he remember something he'd never seen!? He'd never been here before... had he? Erg... it just seemed so vivid... so real... heck, the flowers he was walking by even smelt the same! How the hell could a dream be that accurate? He was brought out of his daze when a girl suddenly ran into him, causeing him to blink. "Huh? Sorry, I wasn't-" He blinked, looking down, immediately recognizing the girl. 'You!" He shouted angrilly. It was her! It had to be! She fucking burned him to death! "You set me on fire!"

Okay, he hadn't been expecting that. When he'd decided to shoot the guy right in his wing... well, he expected the pony to be against it. After all, the pony was a Pegasus... he was half expecting him to try and shoot Vincent for attempting to fire at the asshole in the power armor. Instead... he fired... four times. He was thankful for that. Had the enclave solider not been distracted by the 4 357. rounds hitting him, he may have gotten a shot off at Vincent. True, the stallion turning towards the strange pony in the jumpsuit almost threw off his shot, but a quick adjust of his aim managed to pull it off, his shot ringing around the room as the powerful kick back came against his talon. And he fell, blustering and screaming. "Hey, don't get pissy at me. I told you, you weren't worth the bullets. I was letting you go, but you decided to come up here, bluster and threaten, so I have to teach you a lesson." He said with a coy smirk, looking at the crippled pony. "Thanks, doc." He said, turning his head towards the pony in the jumpsuit, as he never learned his name. He also glanced towards the desk where he'd thrown the spare ammo, and where the Changeling had ducked, and called out, "Hey, you alright back there? Don't think this guy`ll be coming after you anymore..." he pointed his revolver at the other wing... "If he knows what's good for him..." @, @, @,

He was screaming... and screaming... but he couldn't scream any more.He was pretty sure that his throat was burned too much for it.Or maybe he just ran out of oxygen and just forgot to breath. He supposed the fire would burn his brain soon... he'd be dead... it'd be over... "Sit up straight, Maggot!" Vincent blinked. Suddenly, he was slouched, ever so slightly, in the back of the car. He began looking himself over... flesh... he had flesh... he blinked! He had eyelids! And he could see, so eyes! Had... had he fallen asleep? No way... he'd been wide awake... and when he'd felt that pain... that was way to real... he would've woken up from pain like that... and his dad would never have let him fall asleep like that... "I said sit up straight, you miserable sack of fly shit! Don't think I won't see to it that you get half rations!" His father's voice manged to get him out of his daze... he sat up straight... he got to the school... got out... experienced an awkward hug with his dad and said goodbye... walked into the gate... "What the hell...?"

Vincent wasn't dumb... he wasn't the strongest Griffon, and once it became clear the guns weren't moving anywhere, he rolled with it. He jumped off from the armor's back, and took a moment to toss the clips behind the table where the Changleing had ducked... taking note to get his caps worth for them later. pulling back out the Taurus, trying to decide specifically what to do... a full cylinder of .44 magnum rounds to the back of his armor's head would probably kill him.That much force, 6 times? Oh yeah, that'd punch through. Still, teaching lessons didn't usually end in a quick death... so instead, he decided to have more fun than that. He lined up the revolver with the joint that allowed the wings full movement... joints tended to be the weakest bits of armor, because they required flexibility... he was gonna shoot the bastards wing off. Have fun getting back to the cloud layer, he thought, pulling the trigger on his large revolver. @, @,

Hey, you know what hurt like hell? Pressing your skin against something hot. You know what hurt so badly it would bring a man to screaming nightmares for the rest of his life? Being lit on fire. Being pressed against something so hot was... not good for him.He felt the girl heating up. "Oh, that's not g-" What he was about to say saw cut off. By him. Screaming. He was a tough guy. He'd endured all sorts of pain... but this was hell, and the worst pain he could have ever imagined. He screams an screamed... What's the worst pain you ever felt? It doesn't matter. It doesn't even begin to compare to burning to death. The pain was unbearable, he could feel his skin either cripsing, flat out becoming black burns, or worse... he couldn't close his eyes. Why? His eye lids had been burned away. Now his eyes were melting.... and he could feel it... he was going to die... he was going to burn to death... and all he could do was scream out of pure, unadulterated, agony as he awaited the sweet embrace of death... @,

Vincent was pretty perspective, but even if he hadn't, he wouldn't have missed the sounds of the power armored soilder getting up... okay, well, he hadn't shot him. Maybe the moron was leaving, no big deal. Then he heard handgun rounds firing upstairs, followed by laser blast.... "huh... well, so much for that..." He muttered, grabbing a collection of 9mm clips he'd taken from a raider corpse, dashing upstairs. Awe, how cute. The pegasus had even closed the door behind him. Vincent didn't even bother to make sure if it was locked or not, busting through the 200 year old frame, which was already corroded to hell. "Hey there! You know, when I left you alive, I thought you'd fly up to your little cloud layer, to suck on your momma's teat and cry about the big bad wasteland, but now, I gotta teach you a lesson." He mutterered, smirking as he launched himself at him...onto his back. A bit of a blind spot for the guns, gripping them in his talons and tearing at them, attempting to physically rip them from their perch. He didn't know why the Enclave had such a hard on for the Changleing, but he was happy to do this just to fuck with those cloud-layered assholes. @, @,

'You know what? Fuck this!" He shouted angrily. He'd been worried about hurting the girl too bad, but something about having his god-damned skin burning away made him forget about that! He was just going to knock her out if that's what it took! He didn't bother worrying about the fact that they would free fall to the ground: His brain was more focused on A. Not letting go of the only thing keeping him in the air and B. Ending this horrid burning sensation. He could almost feel his skin being peeled and burned away, raising a fist to whack the girl upside the head and hopefully put her out of commission. (Yeah, if things could get wrapped up before Vincent is vaporized, that'd be lovely.)

"Oh,come on!" He complained, shooting the nail gun once again, more out of anger than anything, actually manageing to graze against Katie's arm. He blinked,the wall of fire seeming to dissapate as quickly as it appeared, wasteing no time in climbing up further. He tossed the nail gun aside: it was just slowing him down... he reached the rafters, finaly, after climbing up as high as he could as quick as he could, balanceing precariously on in, the air around him feeling hot... he needed to do something to distract the flying, fire throwing... girl... thing... So he tackled her.In there air. From a rafter. He jumped at her, barely even thinking and wrapped his arms around her... considering she was floating, he didn't know if she would fall or if he'd just distract her. He hope for the later. One thing he noticed: hot.Very very hot. He could feel burns and blisters forming along his skin, fighting the urge to scream. "Ahh, hold still you ass!" He yelled, holding on tight still. @,

Okay... Vincent was feeling preety useless at the moment. Everyone was running around... scanners... computers... towers... he was preety lost. He did understand one thing though: angry lady with fire powers probably should be taken care of. He ran inside, after the others, spotting the girl hopping up on the rafters."Erg, you gotta be kidding me! How high can you jump! And the fire! That's gotta e cheating!" He muttered, looking for something, anything, he could do. He blinked, spotting a nail gun laying abandoned nearby. "Huh... that'd work..." He muttered, firing up at the rafters as he ran around towards upper floors, trying to find some way up to the rafters... even clibing up pipes and half built parts of the factory. "Hey! C'mon! Come down here and fight like a man!" He shouted... unable to actually shoot the girl with the nails, just firing close, hoping to distract her from whatever the hell she was doing. @,

"Huh? Well, fine, he's yours then!" Vincent muttered, watching as they... well... decimated the thing. He blinked, watching as the creature shattered into... well, it kinda seemed like thier pixels or just a bunch of 0s and 1s. "Um... okay, that's new..." He looked around... good, Minx and Arti got inside... there was another fire, but surely more than one room had supplies. "Okay... now what..." He muttered... one of the crazy people was gone, but there was still another, not muttering about healing with fire around them... he turned to the two kids he assumed to be brothers. "I`m Vincent. Wanna work together to end this shit?" He offered, not sure how much use he'd be with kids that could shoot energy, but... he blinked, the flames growing, forceing him to try and move around it, cursing as he tried to figure something out. @, @,