OOC: This is L.A., for the record. It's not going to make a lot of sense, but it'll (hopefully) get clearer in time.
IC:
Aki walked out of the stage door, dazed. A fight raged on inside, but he had no clue why, or who was fighting who. All he knew was that his side--the ones whose clothes he wore--were losing. So when he found the door in the desert, he took it.
The door lead to a filthy back alley in a large city. Judging by the shadows, it was late evening. It was quiet enough, so he took stock of what he knew.
Nothing.
"Well, that didn't take long," he muttered aloud.
"
It sure didn't," a voice said. Aki gasped, and readied the only weapons he had--a whip, and a shortsword with a weird pattern on it.
Too bad he had no clue how to use them. Before Aki could react, the stranger had clubbed him in the head with something--the shadows were too deep to make out details--and he went sprawling. He scrambled a few feet back, and instinctively cried out for help.
OOC: To whoever controls the Chaos Hunter: Please read the profile (particularly the personality bit) and taunt Aki enough to get things in motion that way. Thanks!
