Searching for an Informant

Shirou stood atop a skyscraper, looking down below, on the streets and cars and people passing by. It hadn't been long since he had first arrived here, in the dimension itself, with Etzolix. Shirou hadn't met much people of importance. In fact, he had run into more people he had previously known than actual new people. The only new person he met that interested him was somebody that Shirou didn't actual know. It had been a doppelganger, taking the appearance of Yukina at the time. Since, Shirou has been trying to find out who the guy, or girl, or as Shirou had decided, it, was. So far, he's had very few leads. It was hard to find out information when you didn't know anybody. He had an inkling, though. The only thing that resembled a lead that Shirou put together.

He sighed. There was somebody in this town who he wanted to talk to. It was a guy who used to live in MadCross. A well-known crimelord who randomly disappeared one day. Shirou shuddered at the memory of him attaining that information. The places he had to go. MadCross was not a friendly place. Or clean, and that was not in a literal sense. The last known location of this man was in Diana, somewhere. Couldn't be that hard to find, right? He opened a rift and stepped through it, starting his search. He should start in the slum-type area.

Walkers still busy with their meals and special dates preoccupied with their other aiming for each other company. But this day would be far from its seeming peacefully scene, from ally to ally a figure in the shadows quickly ran in multiply directions from one point to another as though he looked for something more than just fanatical thoughts. And he was not alone this young bathed in darkness and beauty, all sides creeping with him were those lost to the light but taken in the dark. This fighter used his past experiences and talent to take all the actions he needed to reduce the damage as best as it could while still taking some from his lack of enthusiasm to make himself noticed among the cowards. The youth of brown hair and snow white skin walked alone in this town upon his new arrival, this was the first time ever that this man had ever been on his own, from an existence from a different realm it was a new life, new beginning to make a name for himself.


Nothing else seemed to really matter here aside from money, power and the common delusion of togetherness that was trivially in many gatherings of people they call family or friends. What was there left? why one's self and whatever makes one happy. So just would make this last third of shadows bring himself joyfully? Right now anything really.

There was a loud crash, and a cloud of dust and debris filled a portion of the street within the poorer area of Diana. As the dust cleared, there was an inhumanly large man, with his inhumanly large fist in the side of a wall, that now had a hole in it due to him punching it. Under the fist, was Shirou, who had ducked to save his face from being obliterated. He had his knees bent and his fits raised, with his Immortal Gloves on. He then shot up, punching the man in the gut several times and then quickly jumped away.

"Holy shit," Shirou said in disbelief. "I'm sorry I called your mother a whale, but c'mon. Look at the size of you. Plus, you don't even have a mother. You're a freakin' golem--" Shirou then got cut off by the man sending another punch at his face. Shirou leapt to the side, avoiding that attack as well. His earlier jabs had been useless, doing nothing. He didn't have any offensive abilities to use either, and he couldn't exactly run, because the creator of the golem was the guy he's looking for. His was very low on options.

I mere disbelif the ground itself shock with a tremendous force that nearly took off Sil's balance if for not for his spear and himself catching the brunt end of the pole with just enough time to stand firm again. " What the hell was that?..." he shouted to himself not fully aware of any kind of motion this world could produce as a natural disaster. It felt like more then that with a second thought, more like an impact of something mighty and naturally he himself was well versed in the ways of ungodly strength. Something was amiss. He rushed past the corner his was crossing likely the closest area out of sight.

Once he crossed such a place the spear man witness a giant man or monster like person fighting against...can't be...Shi? The ruler of a world in his home dimensional? why the hell was he here of all places and....

His thoughts faded off ready to leave that boy to his fate not wanting to run into someone from there but then again Shi has never seen Silmeria's face nor presence it be pretty much no chance for him to see a connection between him and Lenny or Hirst plus for some reason he didn't seem to be fairing to well against such a foe. Maybe the rules of a new plane had to be followed by others as well even one from that cluster of worlds. If that was the case then. Silmeria quickly then rush back towards the ugly jumping from behind quickly and arming his spear in a downward strike trying to smash it across the golem's elbow joint and at the very least damage if not cripple a decent amount.

The strike landed, cutting rather deep into the golem's arm. However, the golem merely grunted and flung his arm towards the new attack. Meanwhile, Shirou took the moment strike while the golem was distracted. Withdrawing Nife, his dagger, he rushed towards the golem, stabbing the dagger from under the golem's jaw and up through his head. There was no blood, but the golem suddenly froze, his mouth falling open. Shirou pulled Nife out and pocketed it. When he did, the scraps of an old scrolled drifted out of the mouth. He then turned to the person who had helped him.

"Looking at you makes my brain hurt," Shirou said, clearly confused, though he was amused rather than annoyed. "Did you somehow get plastic surgery, Lenneth?" But it was more than that. This person was human. Younger than the Lenneth he knew. He was a completely different person, but he was Lenneth at the same time. They shared the same essence. And Shirou was sure that it wasn't an alternate version of Lenneth, because he would know. It was part of being a Meta-Dimensional.

As he was knock back Sil pulled his spear along side him as he was sent flyng, catching himself as he dug his weapon into the earth as he slide down and shifted his weight into it as a lever and tossing is legs back onto the ground. It slightly hurt being hit with something like that but nothing that would make him remember it later, he was built for brutal beatings any ways. Shi took the next attacks for himself and knifed the bastard in the mouth and right through the skull, he couldn't take chances though and started to run right in front of it again for another spot to hit. But the need for it fell as the dam thing stopped in front of them, a simple piece of paper sliding out of its opening.

He slowed himself down and turned towards Shi ready to see if he was ok then as the other boy spoke first, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped while his face started to beat a little red with frustration and annoyance. More so like a teenage not getting away with what he wanted from an overprotecting parent, he kicked a stone off the ground to somewhat let some heat off before wildly turning around to Shi again. " How the- Fucking shit how did you know that there's a connection between us? There is like no connection between us"

Shirou shrugged. "Let's just say I have an eye for these types of things," he said vaguely. "Anyways, I assume that you're not really Lenneth or Hrist and that you're another personality of his, given form in another dimension," he continued, walking towards the golem. "I don't really care how that happened, or what the situation is, since it's obvious that you don't like it that I know who you truly are. If you want, we can pretend that I don't know you and that this is the first time we've met." Shirou bent down and picked up the scraps of paper that had fallen out. He frowned as he tried to read them. "I wanted to get the scroll out cleanly, but can't be helped, I suppose." For a moment, he continued to put the scraps together, trying to read it. And then he got something he wanted. A name. He spun around back to Lenneth, or whoever it was. "So, how about it?"