Rexar, now in his true state, prowls his way behind John and stretches out his exhaustion. John, now with claw like nails and a tail, stood in a proud stance as he takes a deep breath and releases a sigh of relief.
John: *sigh* man... I never want to do that again. I can't imagine my trivial travels being quiet like tonight. I'd go nuts if couldn't talk to someone, Rex.
Rexar: hah. I would have figured you would prefer the quiet with how much crap you got from your lame village.
John: at least they talked.
Rexar:: well, now what? What do we do with this? It seems to be in terror.
John looks to Gen. He was trembling with wide eyes.
John: huh... You know I would probably be doing the exact same thing if I was in his position. But I wouldn't be doing what he does here. I'd most likely be elsewhere dead in the water system.
John looks to Gen's mark and sees a glowing stream of light travel from his neck to the bell tower.
John: huh?
Gen::. . . are you just going to stand there staring at nothing or do something?
Gens voice change takes john by surprise. It was mirage.
John:: ah. There you are.
Gen stands and dusts himself off then holds his him with sass as he looks down at John.
Gen::*mirage* I find it a bit upsetting that you came after me so fast. But oh well. I guess you are your fathers son after all. So lets start our little game, shall we?
John: right... That. What do you intend to do?
Gen:: I've chosen to take your image and imitate your fathers way of doing things with his sense of nobility and added my twist to it to make "Gen". At this moment, "Gen" is trying to help the people of this town return to their original prosperity. For now lets talk to the boys back at the shed. Aside from the residence underground, everyone knows about "Gen's split personality". I'm sure they'll get a kick out of this.
They head back to the shed and Rexar returns to his transparent form.
Gen:: oh boys~. I've brought a special guest with me. He's as sneaky as I thought he'd be, like I told you. But now let's see how he fairs in a fight. If you don't mind, my league.
The room soon filled with devious smiles and cackles as the people in the room creep closer to John. Gen snaps his fingers and someone drags Casper away into the dark end. John is soon surrounded.
John:: ...oh, I have become error...
Gen:: kehehehe. Lets see how you and the feline fair with these odds. I'm sorry to surprise you like this, but to be honest...
Mirage lears at John and bares his fangs with a sinister grin.
Gen: I don't favor cowardice. And you can't even hold a candle to your father as you are. So lets give you a taste of his pride.