[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/dopEQXj.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/yHdn4SK.png[/img] [sub]Warehouse District → [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e9/8c/e4/e98ce4d68d9b63d3c4dc1ff86a80e37d.jpg]Backend District[/url][/sub] [img]http://i.imgur.com/SUW5jlm.png[/img][/center] [indent][color=silver]Floating(not literally) somewhere between the warehouse district and Backend, Dominic felt a little disheartened. He went through all of that trouble with Glitz to get to the meeting place only to arrive too late? Or maybe Dominic didn’t have the right one despite the note saying that the one he arrived at was, in fact, the one that the note he got from GLitz. By that, Dominic, at least, knew his time management skills weren’t up to par with Shinto’s. Oh shit, Shinto. That’s right. He’s going to.. He cursed himself. Two problems presented themselves to him and there was no indication that either of them were going to be solved. First off, Dominic wasn’t able to make the meet, which meant he wasn’t able to know what the plan was. On top of that, Dominic still hadn’t gotten any word about his partner-in-crime. Maybe he’s back at the house. I’ll go there. So Dominic would do that. He knew where he was. Backend wasn’t far. And that meant his small little shelter-of-a-house wasn’t far either. Just five minutes of walking to Backend, then three more minutes worth of turns, and Dominic was good to go. His hand reached out for his door, and it budged open, pushing Dominic half a pace to the left. “[color=crimson]What the—[/color]” Before Dominic could get the rest of his thought out, the person who had shoved him came at him with a bronze dagger. This person was masked, but apparently knew who he wanted. On reflexes alone, Dominic dodged three straight stabs. The next one caught his shoulder, grazing it slightly. His attacker lunged forward, the right knee aimed at Dominic’s gut. He caught it with one hand. The attacker quickly contorted their body, a small wind-like aura gathering. It brushed Dominic away a full pace. When Dominic regained his composure, his attacker hurled a gust of wind straight at him. In response, Dominic pushed his right arm forward, sending a surge of red lightning to converge with this gust of transparent wind. The lightning overwhelmed it and charged the wind-user, forcing them back a pace, and their body making a notable thud through the door of Dominic’s home. In the midst of that, Dominic could had sworn that he heard a grunt of a man. Taking advantage, Dominic rushed forward, only to be at the opposite end of a gust of wind. This time, however, it was in too close proximity for Dominic to counter. He was forced to take it on with all of his bulky muscles. Thankfully, those very muscles were able to absorb the attack, which led Dominic’s arms cut up with shallow grazes. Blood dripped minimally from them, and Dominic was on the floor. His attacker used this opportunity to speed over Dominic, and started to run away. “[color=crimson]Stop![/color]” Dominic yelled, turning over. He ignored the pain. His eyes were at the running attacker, who was about five paces away. Dominic took his sweet time to get up. Just as he would get to his feet, he saw his attacker had been forced back. He saw as they were suspended in the air, They tried to wiggle free but to no avail. Dominic blinked for a moment, if not first from the pain on his arms, then from the confusion about what was happening right now. “[color=crimson]How is —[/color]” Just as Dominic was about to finish, he heard someone speak. “[color=fff79a]I leave you alone for one day and you nearly wreck our home? I sure hope my TV isn’t broken.[/color]” Of course. That explains it. “[color=crimson]Shinto you sneaky bastard! Where are you?[/color]” Dominic looked around, eyes scanning every possible crevice of the alleyway they lived in. That’s when Shinto stepped from behind the wall, right arm up to match how the attacker was constrained. It was Shinto’s Telekinetic abilities that was doing that. Why didn’t Dominic suspect that sooner? Oh yeah, because Shinto had been a ghost for the last twelve hours, that’s why. “[color=crimson]Where have you been?![/color]” DOminic rushed over to Shinto. Not in a run, but a steady jog. “[color=fff79a]Don’t you remember? I had to handle some business regarding — wait a minute! Why are you here in the first place? Weren’t you supposed to be at that meeting place or something? Or did Glitz not give you the right location like he was supposed to?[/color]” “[color=crimson]Oh, about that..[/color]” Shinto sighed. “[color=fff79a]Let me hear it.[/color]” “[color=crimson]I think I got it wrong. Or I was too late, but when I got there, no one was even there.[/color]” Another sigh, Shinto waived his right arm from his right shoulder to his left, which caused the attacker to be sent crashing against the stone wall, which in turn caused them to be rendered useless. Dominic could have sworn that he heard a grunt of a man. In fact, Dominic heard him say, “[color=f26522]Fuck that hurt.[/color]” “[color=crimson]A potty mouth this one is.[/color]” “[color=fff79a]Indeed.[/color]” Both Dominic and Shinto looked at each other. Dominic grinned cheek-to-cheek, while Shinto simply cocked a half-smirk. Both of them approached the seated attacker. Shinto would raise the black ski-mask he had on with his telekinesis, while Dominic charged his Arc Gauntlets. In the event that he would prepare to attack, Dominic would be ready. The mask had came off, and both Dominic and Shinto was shocked. It was just a kid no more than fifteen years old. Hair dirty and unkept, shades of brown and black with a few strips of gold. Skin young and eyes deep azure. “[color=crimson]Is this a joke?[/color]” Dominic asked. “It has to be!” “[color=fff79a]Apparently not,[/color]” Shinto couldn’t help but laugh, “[color=fff79a]you got attacked by Backend’s own juvenile delinquent. “To think, the mighty [i]Crimson Arc[/i] almost got beat by a little kid.[/color]” “[color=f26522]I’m not a kid![/color]” “[color=fff79a]Oh, so he’s not unconscious.[/color]” There was a legitimate surprise in Shinto’s voice. “[color=f26522]You actually think you can beat ME![/color]” The kid said, rhetoric high and confidence not lacking. Without being prompted, Dominic lightly kicked the kid in his nads. That, without a doubt, shut the kid up, and finally rendered him unconscious. “[color=fff79a]And why did you do that?[/color]” “[color=crimson]I think what you meant to say is ‘Oh thank you, Dominic! I couldn’t have done that without you.’[/color]” Shinto shook his head, and looked at Dominic. He said, “[color=fff79a]Now we can’t question him, asking him why he was in our home. Or did that thought not cross your mind at all?[/color]” “[color=crimson]I didn’t think —[/color]” “[color=fff79a]You never do,[/color]” Shinto sighed, “[color=fff79a]oh well, I suppose we can’t just leave this kid out in the open.[/color]” “[color=crimson]What’s that supposed to mean?[/color]” “[color=fff79a]We’ll have to wait until he wakes up. Surely that wouldn’t be long.[/color]” Shinto raised up two fingers, lifting up the boy until he was on Dominic’s shoulder. The latter grunted as he wasn’t expecting a kid of that size to weigh so much. “[color=crimson]Where are we going?[/color]” “[color=fff79a]I know a place where we can hide him. It’s only a couple of minutes away.[/color]” Shinto started walking, as did Dominic. Whatever was going to happen, Dominic knew it wasn’t going to be for his benefit. Or his home’s. [/color][/indent]