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[h1]Jack
Pelion’s Pub, Shinto[/h1]

[@Floodtalon][@Paradox Witch][/center]

-The air changes.

The entry of another being into the bar pings off Jack’s last nerve. Slowly, steadily, he had been gaining a sense of ominous events. A feeling of doom. 

A sensation of the end of the World.

There exist three other beings besides himself in the bar. One, the newcomer. The catalyst, but not the cause. Another, a patron like me, who came in roughly at the same time. Free from blame.

Lastly. The culprit of this damnable sensation of dread. The one he might’ve looked more closely at, kept a closer eye on, maybe if he-

No. Hands or no, he knew better. He knew his limits, he knew “what kind of heroic spirit” he was, and he knew, most importantly, that this sensation was not something ‘that could be beaten alone’.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YivzBeEwzWI][b]The bartender stilled.[/b][/url]

There was no time to speak. There was no chance to breathe. There was only a sliver of a moment in which action could allay ruin, could prevent chaos.

Jack was already prepared to move. The sinking feeling had made him leave his chair. 

Scooping up the newcomer and the fellow patron so that both were in the crook of his arms, he took off, barreling through the door with his enchanted boots and Fleeing from the bar with all his might.

Why did he grab them? Why not escape alive, guaranteed, on his own?

Damnit, he didn’t know. He just knew it was what he -should- do. It was the course of action that a Hero would take.

But all thoughts left him as he [i]felt[/i] the roar behind him. 

The bar was gone. The bartender was gone. Hope was gone.

And in its place stood a [b]Beast[/b].

“RUN!” Jack yelled at both of the people he had dragged out of the bar, now out of his hold. “Find everyone else! We can’t fight this alone!”

With his piece said, Jack vanished as he dashed across the field.

Fran.

He had to find Fran.

He had to find her.