Gardenia City-Underpass-Shanty Town
"Impulse."
Jean-Pierre was overcome with new, startling developments. His new senses, seem to be pointing to an eventuality, other forces are coming together. Already he could vaguely make out two large groups, of about three or more sources. It would seem other singular sources were finding each other and coming together. This troubled him, especially about the part of his instructions about conflict between two factions. From his viewpoint it would seem the factions were gathering and like always, battle lines will be drawn. The battle may soon begin, luckily not everyone has gathered. Chances of the battle happening are not likely just yet. What's more the two large gatherings seem to have a modest distance away.
A more concerning problem is that one of those gatherings are not too far away from where he was. Jean-Pierre has no idea who his allies are supposed to be, but if the theme of chess is to continue then his side is the white side. He has no idea where the Whites are suppose to gather, for his new senses cannot tell him the distinction between friend and foe. A most dangerous disadvantage. One that he hopes all of the pieces share. While the chances of this group being his side is 50/50 he doesn't want to test his luck and fail. Especially if the wrong side will engage him in battle, and the chances of HIM appearing will be most certain. He doesn't want HIM to cause destruction, he has unwanted guilt and more won't help his state of mind.
Now came to biggest question, should he stay or should he go? There could be a chance he will go by unnoticed but if everyone else has these senses as well, it will be most unlikely. And if the chances are these are his enemies, then he doesn't want to be held responsible for these good peoples death. His choice was made. Having the ragged old coat he held it up over his head and left the rundown shacks of the homeless, entering into the rain. (Left for Gardenia City)
Gardenia City
Jean-Pierre managed to find a staircase leading up to land above. When he managed the climb his eyes beheld a large shimmering city. The lights reminded him of Paris, but the architecture here was something he has never seen before. His bare feet were cold as they stepped on the wet cement and the only saving grace was the addition of lamp posts all over the streets. He turned his attention to the large bridge, which gives the homeless shelter. He moved towards this great bridge and then saw a most curious sight, a pair of lights were coming in fast down the street. A large, metallic object raced past him and Jean-Pierre fell over startled. He had never seen anything like that, just what was that?!
This place is strange indeed. Jean-Pierre picked himself up again and placed the coat back over his head. No time to waste, he had to distance himself away from the groups and find new shelter. He ran down the bridge looking for a new place to lie low from the other sources. At least until this damned rain lets up. He was cutting through alleyways, using the buildings as a sort of roadblock to distance himself away from the group. What he failed to notice was that one of the alleyways had a side entrance to a bar and inn. He made no contact with solid ground and the moment he noticed that something was amiss he was tumbling down the stairs. He crashed next a wall and was knocked unconscious. Luckily for him this went on unnoticed. He was soon found and carried inside. (Entered Morningstar Bar & Inn)
Morningstar Bar & Inn-Third Floor-Room 33
Jean-Pierre didn't know it but he was being cared for by a young woman, the daughter of the owner. She was treating his head wound from the fall. Even in this unconscious state, he was still abuzz with action in his mind. The beast complained over Jean-Pierre's clumsiness, not to mention his desire to be let free. Jean-Pierre tried his best to ignore but the Beast was everywhere and he tormented him. He would not stop until he is given what he wants.
It was in this moment when a wet cloth touched his exposed forehead that he jumped awake. This in turn shocked the poor girl who nearly fell out of her seat. "What the!?" She shouted as Jean-Pierre stood over her. She immediately blushed when she saw the naked man, whose ragged clothes were taken away because they were soaked. She quickly turned away from him as she tried to ignore his body. Jean-Pierre was slow and sluggish but he noticed his lack of clothing and quickly wrapped a blanket around him. "Ah ! Désolé, désolé !" Jean-Pierre cried. He felt really embarassed from this whole ordeal.
The woman then with confusion spoke, "Huh?" Jean-Pierre then nodded his head and spoke in English, "Sorry, Mademoiselle." He spoke. "You can look now." He spoke giving her the OK to turn. "Oh, well it's nothing you didn't know." She spoke slightly bashful. She then snapped out of her reverie, "My mom said to give you these clothes if you woke up!" She spoke as she ran for a nearby closet and pulled out a white, button up shirt, and black slacks. "Here you go!" she spoke as she brought the folded clothes to him. "Merci." He spoke. Before she became confused he spoke, "It means thank you." "Oh, alright!" She spoke with a smile, "Well I better get out of here and let you change, heh heh." She spoke with nervous laughter and stepped outside.
Jean-Pierre dressed himself in the nice clothing, finishing the set with a belt, socks, and shoes. He had to admit, it was nice wearing something nicer than rags. While he looked in the full-body mirror he noticed something shimmering behind him. He turned to see, off the corner of his eye, something white and glistening in the window. While he couldn't tell what it was thanks to the building obscuring it. Luckily though they were low enough to get the tips of a distant building. He couldn't explain it, but he felt drawn to it. He had to get a better sight of it. He stepped outside and the girl was right there. "Wow you look good!" She spoke once again being bashful. Yet, Jean-Pierre hadn't the state of mind to notice. "Is there a way to get higher?!" He asked. While she tried to piece together what he said through his accent she spoke, "Yeah the roof." "Why?" "Can you show me?" He asked. She then nodded, "Sure, but it's raining, let me get an umbrella!" She spoke as she ran downstairs.
While he would wait, this feeling wouldn't. He figured for himself to climb up the stairway. He soon found a door which led to the roof. He stood out into the rain and saw a shimmering white castle in the distance. It seemed his fate was to lead him there, he was drawn to it like flies to honey. The girl then came out with him and place the umbrella over his head. "What are you looking at?" She asked. "What? You can't see it?" He said. "Hm? What?" Jean-Pierre couldn't help but stare, he knew he had to be there. "Come on inside no need to stand out in the rain." She spoke. Jean-Pierre nodded and went inside. But he won't be for long, soon he will make his way to the castle in the distance, and discover just what is going on around here.