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[indent][color=silver]Dominic and Shinto had split ways about half an hour ago. Or rather, Dominic took a wrong turn, and he had found himself - yup, you’ve guessed it! - back at the warehouse district. Why fate kept leading him here he would never know. He was only reminded of what had happened before: he got there too late, and was fucked. So, he left, and happened upon that kid trying to steal his shit. So, what did Dominic do again? He decided to search around. His head was clear, so now he would actually look around.

Almost half an hour spent, and Dominic found nothing. There wasn't a single sign that this wasn’t a waste. There wasn’t anything that hinted that the Resistance had met up. Nothing but dust and some paper. Wait, paper? Dominic picked it up. 

“[color=crimson]JACKPOT![/color]”

Luck was on his side after all. Not Lady Luck. She gave up on him a long time ago. No, it was Leeroy Luck, Lady Luck’s retarded brother. He came through for Dominic. There, in his large hands, Dominic held a piece a paper that read.

[b]“Meeting Place. Twilight Spirit.”[/b]

Twilight Spirit? A store? It can’t be. 

Only, Dominic, it was. 

Ah well, at least I know where to go.

In the proceeding half hour, Dominic would cover several dozen paces by trailing along Omisar to this store, Twilight Spirit. It had an odd name. Then again, nothing in Omisar was particularly normal .Regardless, Dominic’s bulky exterior, which had crimson lightning trailing behind him, had been able to make it to the store in record time, but at a price. Dominic had, more or less, exhausted his initial reserves. Not exactly a bad thing, but due to him often using more vis than what was minimally required, he often tired himself out too many times to count.

Regardless, Dominic was at the store. It looked plain enough. Nothing conspicuous about it. As he entered, again there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It seemed like your run-of-the-mill general goods store. Of course, not all seemed to be as they appear. Dominic saw a group of people gathering.

“[color=crimson]A little birdy told me that this is where the anti-Prae fanclub was meeting. Where do I sign up?[/color]” Dominic asked, shooting all eyes that would be on him a cocky grin. “[color=crimson]the name is D-Money, also known as Dominic, also known as The Crimson Arc![/color]” He struck a random pose, crimson lightning emitting from his hands slightly.

Not as epic as when he had posed using his vis, but not a bad third place.[/color][/indent]