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Vincent, still battered and bruised, appeared within the shores of Los Angeles a mere hour ago. He had been transported out of his will, yet again, but it wasn't one to warrant a complaint. He was more than glad to be out of that putrid place.

[break][break]For the entire duration of his rest after leaving the wretched rat infested place, the Seraph had been recovering. It was quite a surprise to him to see how fast he had been naturally mending, his minor burns were now barely noticeable, scabs were already formed on his wounds, and bruises already began to fade. Perhaps an effect of the Safe Zone? Or was it his newly improved physique from a newly reformed world? Whatever was the case was, he did not care so long as he's healing. He took his time to rest and lied on the sandy beaches of LA with his back against the sand.

[break][break]Across the distance, Vincent would hear the audible eight bit sound effect that signified the arrival of something, the very same sound effect he had heard the moment he himself reappeared. He rolled to his side to see, hoping to find someone more amicable than the previous ones he had met so far. Not far from where he lied, Vincent was able to witness a man on his knees. By his looks, he was no older than him, perhaps younger by a few years. He had second thoughts, however, if whether or not he should make his presence known.

[break][break]However, something did change his mind, forcing him to come and show himself. "W- watch out!" He yelled. Vincent scurried, rushing to get back up on his feet, kicking sand behind him as struggled to regain footing on soft ground. With much distance to cover between them, Vincent summoned his spear from his inventory as he ran, ready to fight another of those abominations.

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He brandished his spear, spun it behind his back, and thrusted forward hoping to stab the monstrous blob. Thankfully, he reached them rather late, leading him to halt his attack, stopping with his spearhead mere inches away from the fanged atrocity.

[break][break]"W- what?" He uttered hoarsely, struggling to speak. Vincent coughed, his throat still sore from the amount of poisonous gas he had inhaled not long ago; even his tongue still had its cuts from before. That was... his? Just what was going on? Then he remembered, it's all a game from here on. He recalled his time spent playing roleplaying games with his old childhood friend, there were indeed classes that came with such beasts; tamers, summoners, you name it.

[break][break]With his confusion all cleared up, the white haired Seraph sighed. "Y- you..." He coughed. "Keep him... hidden." He couldn't fully formulate his sentence, as forcing such would've strained his throat even more, risking permanent damage. As such, he was only able to communicate with barely audible fragments of sentences, hoping such were enough to bring his points across.

[break][break]It would be dangerous, he thought to himself, for this man to allow such a thing just roam around freely as it is now. It would attract unwarranted attention and potentially cause the same misunderstanding as what had just happened between them.

[break][break]Feeling rather nauseous, Vincent lowered his spear and leaned against it for support, rooting it down against the sand. He could barely even move yet he rushed just to save this man, just what was he thinking? Weakened, Vincent fell on his knees in silence, still clutching his spear for support.

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