RETURN [Gin/Alain]

[Lubbock]

Lubbock stepped through the gate onto the familiar white floor that was the Nexus. He raised one arm up in a stretch, feeling the muscle and bone pop a little, before progressing to his other arm.

"I guess that was just a stroke of bad luck," Syura reassured Lubbock. The teen stoppped stetching and sighed.

"I know, but... I mean, I'm an assassin, I should have lasted - " he began.

"You were up against other mercenaries and assassins, most probably better trained than you. Don't let it get to your head. Just get stronger and you can win whatever may come up next," he told him kindly, which is rather surprising for the voice. Lubbock whistled.

"Wow, you've learned both a sense of humour and sympathy. Good job, my friend," he stated sarcastically. It was obvious that Syura would have been grimacing right at that moment.

He began to take a couple of strides towards the center, but noticed something was off - there was no gate, and instead it was replaced with a giant fist, scarily resembling the foam fists he had in the abyss. I think someone's out to piss me off... he told himself, eyebrow twitching slightly in fury.

He strode up towards it and placed a hand against the stone, build to look like muscle - muscle that turned out to be fake in the abyss. If he had have received something better - at least like that cold chick's crossbow - he could have survived longer. He punched the cold rock at the thought, then reeled back quickly as the pain struck his knuckles and he held his hand between his thighs, trying to stop the pain.

Finally stopping with his onslaught of curse words and other unnecessary acts, Lubbock turned to look at the gates all around him. He'd already travelled into the Beach-babe gate, and that didn't turn out to be any fun whatsoever. Fricking crabs... he reminisced at the thought. He took a look at the other areas, and none seemed to fit his tastes - although, the one that looked like it was frozen over seemed rather interesting.

Remembering how tiring it was to get to a single damn gate, Lubbock attempted something - he began to summon a horse, a common form of transportation where he was from. Easily enough, the large form of the animal took shape, the muscles built powerful and and the figure sleek. Finally, the black-haired beast was standing there, whipping its head around and ready to be ridden. He strode up to it and reached a hand out, stroking the soft, black hair. He lifted a leg up and pushed onto the rigid back. However, before he could ride away, a familiar face passed through the gate.