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Vincent stood quietly in the woods. Eyes closed and chin resting in between two fingers as thoughts swam around his mind. The Supreme Kai of Time had come to him with an odd request. She'd given him a thing called a wrist Wiki and told him to go and expand his horizons in another world. At first he thought she meant visiting another planet, but no, she'd sent him literally to a completely different world.

He looked down at the band on his wrist then sighed. This wasn't out of character for The Supreme Kai of Time. Though, he guessed sending him on missions throughout time to suddenly sending him to a different world altogether was a bit odd. Even so, Vincent thought he might as well try and explore the place.

Supposedly, Vincent was to appear in a city, but that wasn't the case at all. He'd ended up the the woods of all places. After strolling for a good while on foot, Vincent took to flying above the trees, hoping to reach his destination quicker. After a bit of a flight, he finally spots a large city.

Vincent lands just outside the city, planning to walk the rest of the way there. Just as he's about to take his first step, he hears something. He looks around for anything that might have made the noise, but he sees nothing. He brushes it off as his imagination and takes a few steps forward before tripping over something and landing face first on the ground. It didn't hurt, but he was sure if someone saw that he'd of been laughed at.

Flicking his tail in annoyance, Vincent gets up then freezes as he realizes he surrounded. Not by people, but by what looked like living tentacles. ...What in the world?

Whatever they were, they certainly were no match for him. They probably wouldn't even serve as a workout. Vincent then prepares himself to fight off the gross tentacles. Surely nothing else weird would happen.

The tentackles shuffled around the strange visitor and pulled odd, purple-ink filled sprayers all aimed at him. Before they fired, though, they all looked up and saw something hurdling toward them from the air, acomapanied by a sound resembling the word "woomy!" spoken in a high pitched, gargling voice.

Should he look overhead, he would see a boy careening toward his position, his blazing orange hair russling with orange energy. Upon landing, the boy's fist hit the ground, and an explosion of orange ink spread out in all direction. Once it passed, everything around them in an almost 10 foot radius was coated in orange ink, and the living tentacles were gone.

The boy himself, though, was spotless. Even the alien visitor was not so lucky, being completely coated in ink on his front side.

"Nyeg blories, dude! You're safe now!" the boy said, his words not making sense at first. The device worked as the Supreme Kai of time had described, though, apparently translating this boy's words into something he could understand.

Vincent grimaced at his ink covered self. He wiped himself off, tail flicking back and forth. Once clean, well, as clean as he could get, he looked to the boy. Now, Vincent's done and seen many things. He's saved the universe, taken over the Frieza Force, and even trained with the God of Destruction. However, this boy was unlike anything he'd ever seen in his travels across time.

No doubt the boy was strong, he seemed to take care of those tentacles pretty well. Though, Vincent could tell this boy wasn't as strong as he was. Nevertheless, Vincent thought he might as well thank the boy.

"Thanks for the help, uh..." Vincent trailed off, not knowing the boy's name.

He spun around once and puffed out his chest. "The name's Angler, and you need a lot of help!"

He pointed at his chest with his thumb. "Lucky for you, im here to show you the ropes on this planet!" He started walking around him, looking up and down this strange visitor's body. "Well, you look like you're in okay shape, but you should probably stick with me until you learn to defend yourself. LET'S GET TO IT!"

He rushed ahead to the city, then looked back to see if his new friend was following him. "Hey! What's your name anyway!?"

Vincent was more than capable of defending himself, but considering he knew nothing about the current planet he was on, a guide could be useful to him. This boy seemed to know a lot about the place, so why not let him help? Plus, it'd be nice to have someone to talk to.

He jogged up to Angler and introduced himself. "I'm Vincent! Great to meet ya, Angler!"

"What's up Vincent!" he shouted. "Now then, onward!" He turned and hurried back into the city before them. Once there, he took him to a tall building with multiple different signs for different services offered inside of that buildings.

"This is an all-in-one cool place!" he shouted. "From bottom to top; Cool clothes, ramen shop, hats, art supplies, and roof-slash-private dueling space!" He then pointed down the next street. "And those are shops and other restaurants. And beyond those are the more expensive apartments and stuff!" He pointed deeper into the city. "If you wanna live somewhere cheaper, you're gonna have to way over there."

Vincent was used to Conton City's various supply stores. It seemed like this city was no different when it came to amenities. He wondered who actually ran the city. Maybe some sort of Kai? Or whatever this world's equivalent may be?

"You sure know a lot about this place. How long exactly have you been here?" Vincent asked.

The boy puffed his chest. "Almost two weeks!" he boasted. "Now come on! These places cost an arm and a leg when you're just starting out. You'll need a nice temporary place to stay where you break the bank. Then you'll need to find a job. Follow me!"

He took out a large paintbrush and bolted down the sidewalk, dragging its tip across the ground as he left, leaving a long orange trail of ink as he went. He kept running like that until he reached what looked what appeared to be a large arcade building with multiple floors. He finally stopped by dripping over himself. It seemed as if he had run out of ink, as the bristles of his brush were dry.

"Aww man! Well, we're here anyway. Welcome to J-Tron's! This is where I'm staying!"

Vincent followed, avoiding the ink trail as he went. This boy sure did have strange powers. Though, Vincent guessed he shouldn't judge. He wondered what other powers people may have had around the city.

He scanned the exterior of the building. It looked nice enough. It couldn't be as bad as the starting dorm rooms for Time Patrollers back home. Perhaps staying here for a bit wouldn't be too bad. He did worry about finding a job, though. All he ever did was fight in the Time Patrol. That and deliver items every once in a while.

"Looks cool. Say, what kind of jobs are available around here?"

While Vincent looked over the building, Angler had transformed his body into that of a large squid and dove into the trail of ink he'd left, disappearing into it as it it were many feet deep (which it clearly wasn't). Even after Vincent had asked his question, Angler stayed submerged a time longer.

After about half a minute, he re-emerges as a boy, orange ink running off of his body, leaving him spotless.

"We're still working on that," he told Vincent. "People think I'm too young to get a job around here, even though I've done plenty of Salmon Runs back home! I hear there's some freelance work around here that don't ask a lot of questions, though."

He pushed open the door, and the arcade's techno music spilled out over them. Inside was dark, illuminated by a combination of neon pipes and gentle, warm-colored table lamps. There were mostly younger folk around here, with only a handful of older individuals, many of them enjoying the stand-up video game cabinets that lined the walls and dotted the floor.

Vincent thought over the freelance work as he followed Angler into the building. It sounded a bit fishy to him, but that's because that's how he as trained. You never know who's waiting to stab you in the back. Especially where he's from.

Nevertheless, he made a mental note to ask more about jobs later. For now he had to find a place to stay.

The music was loud. Vincent wasn't opposed to music. In fact, he rather liked it. He just didn't expect loud music to be playing in a place people were supposedly trying to live in.

"This is where you stay?" he asked Angler, slightly raising his voice so he could hear him better.

"Technically we stay in the upper floors," Angler replied. "Around here we mostly hang out and pay our rent by playing games and buying snacks here. Landlord is one of those who doesn't ask a lot of questions, so it's a pretty sweet deal."

When Angler lead him in deeper to the complex, Vincent would notice some questionable hygiene among many of the patrons. It was hard to tell who most of the odor was coming from, but at the very least none of it seemed to emanate from Angler himself. Clothes had holes and crude patches. Hair and feather unkempt. This was hardly the mark of a high class establishment.

Once they reached the stairs, the loud music would be greatly muffled (though by no means eliminated). "Ya get used to sleeping with the music going," said Angler. "We keep them going in case the goons show up. They play games until sunrise before heading out again. If we ever have a power outage and they don't get to play, well—"

He pulled out what looked like a giant paintbrush from seemingly out of nowhere. It's long bristles we're soaked with ink that matched the color of his hair. Upon closer inspection, however, it was clear that it was not actually hair the boy had, but neatly arranged tentacles.

"If they decide to cause trouble, I give them trouble in return," the boy explained. "That the real reason you should probably stick with me as long as you can. These guys don't mess around."

Vincent was no stranger to fighting off bad people. It was his job back home after all. Though, he was intrigued at what kind of trouble sprouts up in a place like this.

If trouble was that common, Vincent figured he'd need to keep his guard up and learn more about the bad people in the area.

"These goons, what are they like? Do they have powers, or are they just your average ruffians?" Vincent asked.

"What're they like?" Angler pondered a moment. "Well, one of 'em is an Octoling and he uses a Splatling Gun... not that those words will mean much to you. He's a big guy, but I can usually get the drop o him. It's his friends you gotta worry about.

"One of them is some kind of bear-looking thing. He's really strong. Another is some kind of giant bee robot thing! She's sounds like a girl, but she's about as cute as you would expect a massive bug to be, even when she's not a bug... it's confusing. You're better off just avoiding them and letting the experts deal with it."

By the sound of the thugs Angler described, Vincent was pretty sure he'd be able to take them on by himself pretty easily. However, Vincent didn't want to outright tell Angler about how much power he actually wielded. Outright telling someone you had the power to take on gods wasn't something that ever went down well. People tend to fear power like that, and Vincent didn't want to scare away the only friend he'd managed to make in this world. So, he decided to let Angler take care of things for now.

"Got it. I'll let you handle them."

The boy smiled at him, revealing what superficially resembled teeth in his mouth. They were actually a single fused piece, on on top of his mouth and one on the bottom, having more in common with a beak than mamalian teeth.

"But hey, don't worry about it!" he told him. "It's not a super frequent problem long as we all follow some simple rules. Besides, we all keep living here because it's so great! Come on. Lemme show you my place."

He lead him a few doors down the hall and swung one of the doors open. The room was rather bare, but it had a mattress on the floor, its sheets a blend of multiple dark colors, blending from black, to blue, to orange. A pair of different colored lava lamps rested on a pair of metal folding chairs, a simple boom box between them.

"One day, I'm gonna save up for a real sound system!" he declared. "But working around here is super difficult, 'cause I gotta keep spending money to stay here. Last week, a girl missed two weeks of payments, and the landlord threw her right out."

Vincent revoked his last thought about the place being no worse than the dorms for newbie Time Patrollers. At least their beds weren't on the floor.

Vincent kept his thoughts about the room to himself, though.

"Cool place" he said," So, what do we do now? The boss of this place seems pretty tough about payments."

"Right now, we play some games!" said Angler. "If they see ya playing games on the regular, they'll consider your rent paid. Now come on! Let's have some fun!"

He picked up some coins and tossed a few Vincent's way. "Here! This'll create the illusion until you find some work!"

He rushed out and hurried back to the stairs, eager to get some playtime in himself.

Vincent catches the coins. Playing games for a while did sound fun. He followed after Angler, hoping nothing would go wrong. He'd hate if he'd have to fight and scare off his friend. For now, he just played it cool.

((I'm back! I'm back! Sorry it took so long! I'm back!))

Angler transformed his body into that squid form and leapt down the stairs all at once, splashing to the bottom, leaving a small, quickly dissipating puddle of orange ink under him.

"Here we go!"

He ran over to a drumming rhythm game and put in his coins there. There was a fire in the boy's eyes as he selected his song and started to play.