[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ4LjVhMzUzNS5TbUZqYXlCVGJHRjBaU0JoYm1RZ1UyaGhaRzkzLjAA/seven-deadly-sins.regular.png[/img][/center] [color=708090][center][b]Lawman LV.1[/b][/center][/color] [center][b][color=yellow]Morning[/color] of the Second Day[/b][/center] [center][b]Location[/b][/center] [center]Grant City --> Platform City --> The Barrel Roll[/center] [center]Tag and Mention: [@Holy Soldier] (NPCs) [@RokkuHoshi] (Minecraft Steve)[/center] [hr] [u][b]ONE DAY PRIOR[/b][/u] Burgeoning overcast skies hung over Grant City like a filthy woolen carpet. The warm radiance of the sun, taken for granted by so many, was replaced with a grim light filtered down through the brewing storm above them all. Whatever color the city had to show, whatever it had left, was lost in the bleak grey hues cast upon it's glassy towers and dark asphalt roads. Morning had arrived and with it rain began to fall, robbing the air of what little warmth the dim light provided. [hider=Granty City] [img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/673/780/large/martin-johnson-deadtorightsretributionscene01.jpg?1430449127[/img] [/hider] On the sidewalks the breath of traveling people became as visible as the exhaust spewing from the backs of passing cars on the road beside them. They moved, packed together much like the cars were, legs falling like pistons with their eyes locked straight ahead as they made their way to work, or their homes, or simply walked because they had nothing else to do. Looking down through the dirty windows of his apartment Jack Slate had trouble telling which were supposed to be the machines. [color=708090]"Would it kill someone if there was a nice, sunny day in Grant City for once?"[/color] Jack muttered as he sat upright in bed, staring outside with half opened eyed still draped in sheets. [color=708090]"Oh who am I kidding. Of course it would kill someone, everything in Grant City seems to end up with someone dead."[/color] Exhaling deeply Jack slid his feet out of bed and stood, stretching his arms towards the ceiling and arching his back. After producing enough pops to sound like a bowl of breakfast cereal he lumbered over to his dresser and began pulling on clothes. Pants, shirt, boots, holster, the daily routine immediately began to take over. It wasn’t long before he staggered into the kitchen just several feet from his bed and blindly reached for the coffee pot. Pulling it to his face, expecting to find it full of the warm, dark liquid he’d come to rely on, Jack flipped the lid and tilting his head back as he began to drink straight from the pot. [b]Cold. Thick. Bitter. [i]Tasting slightly of gristle.[/i] [/b] Did coffee normally taste like that? [i][color=708090]"Yes."[/color][/i] His brain responded sluggishly, firing at half capacity in the groggy morning hours. Feeling everything was fine Jack's throat swelled as he sucked down gulp after gulp of the black fluid. Once it was gone he deposited the coffee pot on the dining room table just like the responsible adult he was. Was that responsible? He wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure if he cared. Wiping his mouth on his arm Jack grabbed his jacket off the coat rack next to the fridge, G.C.P.D emblazoned across the back in faded white lettering, and continued walking forward with little thought. He'd reached the door when he stop and as if on auto pilot reached for his badge next to the do- [i]It wasn’t there.[/i] Jack froze, arm outstretched, and remained there for several seconds. [color=708090]“Oh right. Probation.”[/color] Jack blinked, shaking his head slightly as it all came rushing back to him. The incident, the shouting match with his superior, the six month probation that he was barely a [i]month [/i]into and already losing all lucidity. All of it became clear and as he turned around Jack remembered he had no reason to get out of bed. Hell he didn't even have a reason to leave the house. [color=708090]"I have no badge. No duties. No responsibilities. Nothing to do and no one who needs me."[/color] Walking back towards the living room the faint creaking of the cheaply varnished floorboards beneath his boots made his apartment seem worrying quiet, even as rain pattered against the window and the noises of the city found their way through the walls. Sitting down on the foot of his bed he reached down to his though and undid the buckle of his holster. Feeling cold steel and plastic beneath his palm Jack pulled his pistol out and held it in front of his face, finger on the trigger. They had taken his badge...but they hadn’t taken his gun. [color=708090][i]"Are they trying to tell me something?"[/i][/color] He thought and began to pull the hammer of the gun back when a noise erupted from the pile of laundry beside him. [color=red]"GRRRRRRRRRR"[/color] A black and white muzzle rose out of the pile of clothes. Lips curled back and razor white teeth shown, as icy blue eyes dilated in bestial aggression. [color=708090]"Shadow? What is it boy? Don't tell me now of all days is when you decide to start growling at cars."[/color] Jack slowly released the cock of the gun and frown at his monster of a dog as it walked over to the nearby window, continuing to growl. [b]Tink tink.[/b] The gentle tap of something hard against glass registered in Jack's ears. Turning his head he looked to see the silhouette of something outside the window. The grime prevented him from seeing just exactly what it was so he stood up, raising his pistol. [color=708090]"Who's there?"[/color] He demanded. [b]Tink tink.[/b] Breathing uneasily Jack wondered if it was a some thug with a grudge on his fire escape...when he realized he didn't [i]have[/i] a fire escape. He was on the fifth floor. There was no way someone could be outside his window. Gun still pointed at the window Jack slowly approached and with one hand, lifted it up. Opening the window to see...a cloud. A smiling cloud hovering outside his window. Lowering his gun Jack just stared as the cloud moved forward, deposited a letter into his hand, and floated off. Rising up into the rainy day like it was no big deal. [color=708090]"What...what...what?"[/color] Jack just stammered and stared, blinking and shaking his head. Convinced he was either sleeping or had simply snapped. Looking down at the letter, he broke the seal and began to read through it. [b]Mugen virus. Call for heroes. Countless people in danger. [u]Yes[/u] or [u]No?[/u][/b] Jack looked down at the letter. Not sure what to believe or even why the letter would come to him in the first place. He wasn't a hero, he could barely give a parking ticket without it erupting into some kind of hellish gunfight. Yet the letter made it clear things were bad and were only going to get worse. [color=708090]"Ah hell. Even if I have gone crazy it'll give me something to do to pass five months. Come on Shadow, we're going on a trip."[/color] [color=red]"Gruff Aroff!"[/color] Shadow yelped as Jack pressed YES on the letter... [hr] Jack had arrived in Platform City a day ago. Due to a combination of getting lost and overwhelmed by the strange place he found himself in, he had missed the call for the first mission. In that time someone had died and word of a funeral procession passed by his ear. Having stuck close to Tetris Castle for the day he'd been in Platform City, Jack quickly made himself scarce and left the grounds entirely. He didn't know who had died, but he knew that he'd been to enough funerals in his life and didn't intent to attend anymore. As he walked aimlessly through the streets of the strange, color city Shadow padded closely behind him. Whining softly as if sensing the sudden darkening of his mood. Having no idea where he was going Jack kept turning corners until he saw a place that looked like it sold booze. Pushing open the thick wooden door he was greeted with a bar that didn't immediately smell like despair and cheap whiskey. Roaring fireplace, casks of [i](what he assumed was)[/i] ale stacked up behind the bar, and the stone and wood construction made the place look old or at least old styled. Not that it bothered jack. Finding a place to drink that was well lit and didn't have fresh blood and vomit stains on the floor was a strangely refreshing event. Quickly stepping inside, letting Shadow in before closing the door behind him, Jack made his way to the bar and took a seat on the stool farthest from the door. Reaching into his wallet he pulled out a handful of bills and placed them on the counter. [color=708090]"Do you except foreign currency here? If you do I'd like several glasses of your strongest stuff."[/color] Jack said to the bartender as Shadow hopped onto the stool next to him and began licking the bar top. Just a few stools away from where he was sitting Jack hear a voice asking the bartender questions. The subject of money was brought up and immediately sympathized with the questioner. [color=708090]"What even is the currency around her-"[/color] Jack turned his head and stopped dead as he saw what he could only recognize as a blocky man [i](Steve)[/i]. Unable to take his eyes off what he considered a strange sight Jack continued to stare across the bar at the block-man...