[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/8fbb4313-35a8-4f9a-84d7-9b166ade8d6f.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=ff4500][b]Location:[/b][/color] DTB Fade Between <[i]~SNAP~[/i]> Soulless Fade Between
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	So, that was what she meant earlier when she said that he smelled like a Pugilist. Or when she spoke for the wolf. Whatever. It had nothing to do with him, exactly, but the company he kept. Yes, it could be said that the large man with whom he had set off on his leg of their little adventure was a Pugilist, though he wouldn't go so far as to purely describe him like that. A few years ago, sure... But then the thought leapt rather unbidden to Caesar; how many strange women did Keystone have trailing him in his history up until he unknowingly impregnated Alicia? Even so far as to know one one in Purgatory? He didn't think the guy was that much of a charmer in the first place. 

        Given circumstances, that was a beating for another day. Today, he was given a name, a place, and a general direction to travel. It might not sound like much, but it was more than he had five minutes prior. Four days walk? Okay, he had better get started. Keystone's name seemed to open a door with the woman. He might as well take advantage of it. [color=ff4500]"Proserpine. Chthonic Groves. Four days that way,"[/color] he repeated, just to make sure he got it down properly. He even pointed. [color=ff4500]"Thank you."[/color]

        Caesar hefted his shotgun, letting the strap dangle underneath as he walked, the first of what promised to be many steps into the world they found themselves thrust into. That name bothered him. That and many questions would be answered. Four days.  

[center]*****Snapping*****[/center]
        Disorienting didn't begin to describe it. At least with the initial push to this place, whatever it was, there was a transition. Had Kyra tried to say something before this? Did she know something? Did it matter? Not really, because now, the change of scenery came with a full change of cast, that change including their reluctant guide - Kyra was nowhere to be seen. 

        What he did see was the inside of a ruined church, a handful of people in older styled clothing, and one asshole covered with knives who looked like he belonged in a cartoon. Wary, confused, Caesar gripped his primary shotgun at ready and began slowly sliding one of the machetes on his back out of its sheath.  In a calm, low growl, he posed a very simple query: [color=ff4500]"Which one of you has answers?"[/color]