Quince's mom has brown hair and slightly tanned clear skin. She looks almost frail yet beautiful if only she wasn't already a mother than she probably could have married a wealthy man.
"I'm off mom."
Walking back through the dirty streets of Aurine kicking stones and whistling he starts thinking about the paragons of the tower. Afterall the place they are going to rob belongs to the paragon of light or paragon of sun. Besides him there are 4 others who have reached Rank 6 and became paragons. What a arrogant name that is. Quince had asked rose what it meant one time and apparently it means perfect. Anyways that's off topic the other paragons of humanity are the paragon of plagues, the paragon of beasts or her new name of wilderness, the paragon of shadows, and the youngest of them the paragon of stars.
After walking with his thought for a while he spotted a vendor selling some apple and nabbed one as he went by. Eating the apple he saw a man walk out the ally wearing rags but that wasn't what caught his attention.
"Of course this happens to me of all people."
Quince said with a groan.
The man had pale translucent skin that almost looked like it was squirming and dark gray hair, his arms and legs looked slightly elongated but perfect at the same time hard to see its exact length. His hands were covered in blood and his eyes were glassy and half lidded.
He spoke in half mumbled words that didn't make sense.
"Me.. I did… the stars… more…"
Quince looked as the man's limbs jerked as he moved and then head snapped towards him.
Quince looked around to see the street was empty.
'What the hell type of coincidence is this!'
The man was the most common type of monster found within the safe zones as no matter what you do you cannot block them out.
He was a dreaming puppet or also know as the walking man person that was corrupted in his sleep by his own dreams and wasn't able to fend it off and become a shard.
'Can I kill it? Maybe? I doubt I can out run it.'
As Quince deliberated his choices and which was the best the walking man made the decision for him.
His movement were janky yet quick as he dashed towards him.
Quince quickly jumped back and grabbed the knives within his cloak and tossed them out towards him as he did this he started seeing double.
'Is this its power?'
As his vision doubled and blurred it was infront of him almost a foot taller than what he thought it was.
'Damn.'
He felt as if he had been slammed into by a wheel barrow filled steel.
Crack
Quince gritted his teeth as he was in the air.
'F*** me of course this happens before a important mission.'
As successful landed on his feet he looked around for a better weapon though he had knives on him he might find a pipe or something for better range.
'A metal rod!'
He dashed into the valley and jumped for the rod as the creature gave chase.
It was heavy and solid but not too heavy just enough to swing around.
He backed up more till he was against a fence and the walking man was at the beginning of the alley.
"Cold… cold so cold…"
It's teeth were chattering as its head snapped towards him again as his eyes dug into his everything around seemed off or warped unable to tell the exact position of thing or even himself.
Everything was like haze, a dream that he wandering in.
He twirled the rod around a bit and lunged towards the walking man with it as he did it jumped up and wedged it self between the alley walls.
'What? It's that big?'
He didn't think was big enough to do that but I guess it's actual size was bigger than he thought.
Even though he was caught off guard by this as it dropped down onto him he quickly tossed the rod up into its head making a squelching sound.
Though it's head cracked open instead of vibrant red it was almost more of a cream color spilling out and dissolving into nothing as it hit the air.
It let out a almost human scream but a bit warped and indiscernible.
It landed on all fours instead of its usual two.
Quince had already jumped up and grabbed the rod and landed again.
He laughed a bit as he saw the creature in pain.
"Thats what you get! I don't know if your fractured or broke a rib I'll make sure I get pay back!"
The creature pounced and as he did Quince felt as if his heart was beating in his ear and his whole body rushed hot.
Its claw was about to slash as Quince's neck but he ducked under but even as he ducked he had mid calculated the length of the claw and was still slightly cut.
Now at the creatures chest he slammed the rod into the creatures chest making it fall onto its back and before it could get up Quince jumped onto it and pierced the rod through its chest into its heart but yet the creature did not die. As he saw it trying to get up and regenerate he grabbed its head and started slamming its head into the concrete with a smile.
With each slam the stronger the next one was as he gleefully turned the back of its head into paste.
By the time he was done its body was a mangled mess. He grabbed the metal rod which seemed to have absorbed the shard of dreams that the walking man had been corrupted by making its length hard to distinguish.
"Guess this isn't so bad it even ended up sharpening the end of the rod."
He walked his way over to the hospital which was all the way in the middle classed neighborhood Claret. He face was burned and so was the rest of his body he was so focused on turning the body into a puddle he didn't realize that the walking man's blood was acidic.
People stared at his bruised state and the bloody rag that was tied around his neck.
He didn't really care after all it's not unusual to see a slums kid being beat up but it was unusual for it to be this bad and to even have burns.
He walked into the lobby with a stumble and went to the front desk where the long black haired woman in a white attire was typing away on a computer before turning her attention to Quince.
With a smile and soft voice she handed him a clipboard and pen.
"Just sign here and we'll get you right in"
Quince looked at the paper only able to really discern a few words.
'Maybe I should've just gone to Roosevelt'
He signed a the paper and he only had to wait a few minutes before they brought him into a room.
Looking at his injuries the doctor was shocked.
"Did a dreaming puppet attack you?"
Quince nodded his head and the doctor let out a laugh.
"You are very lucky to survive then boy, I'm guessing you already let the authorities know so that they could deal with him?"
Quince looked up at him for a moment before responding.
"No. I killed it."
The man looked at him in confusion for a moment.
"You killed it?"
Quince nodded once more before telling him what happend.
"And you survived! Your lucky your injuries aernt worse! Here take this bottle and drink it you only have slight burns and and a few cuts anyways. On the house too I'll pay for it since you killed the thing and since you don't really seem like the smart type I'll just report it myself okay."
Quince chugged the bottle and his entire body burned up for a moment and felt his skin growing back rapidly.
Walking back to the slums he made a right turn on Calloway street and went into a little gap between the walls.
As he shimmied along he eventually made it to a entrance into the underground city of Aurine.