It was early morning when the train came in sight of Jaya station, the sun rising and shining its bright yellowish orange light onto the dewy leaves of the lush Jayan trees. The birds chirping over the sound of the people of Jaya Island starting their day, the smell of beer from the night before and fresh bread being baked spread through the streets, waking up even the sleepiest of sleepy heads. With one final ear-piercing scream of the train's whistle it slowed and pulled up to the station, the train fell silent as all of the passengers left, the only carriage left being the VIP room. Klinghoffer awoke in a king sized bed with mangled white sheets and pillows everywhere, his body only being covered by a single blanket. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair, groaning at the severe hangover he had from the night before. Klinghoffer rolled out of bed and fell flat on his face onto the floor, after the shock of the cold floor on his naked skin he picked himself up and rubbed his hurting face, a purring came from underneath the sheets along with a small figure crawling to the edge of the bed, hidden by the sea of white silk.


 Out from the blanket came a slender feminine hand clawing sensually at the side of his upper leg, If anything, the musician wanted to have whatever happened the night before be left in the past, especially the identity of the charming cat that he let into his room. Instantaneously Klinghoffer jolted backwards, grabbing his jeans and hopping up and down to get them on as fast as possible. Meanwhile, the slender figure began to slowly emerge from under, "Aren't you coming back to bed? What's wrong with another sin huh baby?" The voice of his one-night stand forced him into even more of a frenzy, he threw on a collared black shirt that was neatly folded near the door. Now sloppily but completely dressed Klinghoffer grabs a pair of sunglasses and his guitar case containing Layla, signs his initials on a piece of paper and leaves a guitar pick upon it then rushes out the door without caring if the door shuts. The woman rushes to the door with the white sheets wrapped around her and looks out as the musician exits the train, she then turns back into the room to see his signature and the small gift he left. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" The groupie squealed in delight as she picked up the pick and danced around the room, Klinghoffer looks back at the train after hearing the loud cries of the woman, then puts on his sunglasses and enters the village known as Mock Town.

Outfit:

"I'm already late for sound check huh? I'll make it anyway...."
Klinghoffer says to himself as he walks through the streets towards the arena, on his way he passes by a rowdy pub with a small board out front with a sign that says "More requests and bounties inside". The musician stops for a second and looks at the board to scan its contents, among other things he finds the poster for his tour on there and an unusual little flyer that catches his eye. 

Dear Adventurers:
I pose an opportunity of a lifetime for you, fame, fortune and all that you could ever ask for. As an adventurer myself I seek the magical meteor that landed somewhere on Jaya, for this job to be successful I require only the best of adventurers, those who don't cower in the face of danger, those who seek GLORY!
Of course you will be paid handsomely with wealth beyond belief, I will meet with all of those willing inside the bar, please stop by before the end of the week.

"What an unusual flyer, wonder what meteor this guy is talking about. Since the end of the week tomorrow I guess I'll have to stop by tonight" He says to himself then pushes on to the venue. Upon his arrival, he sees the open area in the town that has been converted to a stage for large performances. "Alright! Let's get this party started!

As the final chord was struck the crowd went wild for their final song after multiple encores, "Thank you everyone for coming out today! Thanks to The Band of Gypsies and good day everyone!" Klinghoffer yelled out to the audience as he held up his two fingers to make a peace symbol, his voice slightly crackly from singing and yelling. No time was wasted between the goodbye and getting the hell out of dodge, for some reason at this venue they didn't let him play his own guitar, they simply insisted that he used a guitar locally made. As he speed walks off of the stage he takes the strap off and throws the guitar at a stagehand, "It's a nice guitar man but I prefer Layla, you can keep it as a present." The stagehand catches the guitar and looks down at it in awe, tearing up at the gift. "Thank you Mr Yamamoto! I'll prove myself to you I swear!" The stagehand says but it is too late, the musician was already long gone. back behind the stage Klinghoffer puts on his sunglasses, pulls a darkened grey cloak over his shoulders and slings Layla over his shoulder then exits out the back of the stage, making a beeline straight onto the main street.

As Klinghoffer turns onto the main street he pulls the hood up on his cloak and surveys the barren street, it seems like the only people roaming around are the people who didn't go to the concert or left early. The crowds seemed to be slowly entering back into society the longer disguised musician spent on the street, which meant that with each new person there was a higher likelihood of him getting recognized. His saviour was a small bar entrance on the opposite side of the road, he quickly rushed in and was greeted by the bartender, the only other patron giving him a glance then looking back at their newspaper. Klinghoffer nods at the man behind the counter then walks over to the notice board to search it once more, he pulls out a small sketchbook and draws each of the faces of the bounties available. After his interactions with his former captain Sylvester, he learned that is best to have all the knowledge you can acquire and plan things out well. These faces could come in handy whether he wanted to hunt them down or if he accidentally ran into somebody dangerous, after finishing his drawings of the bounties he sees the same poster of some meteor shit.

"Excuse me, Barkeep, what's this all about?" Klinghoffer asks as he rips the flyer off of the board and firmly places it down on the counter, he then sits down on the nearest stool and pushes it in to get closer in. "I just rolled up in town so I wasn't even aware that there was a meteor, I'm very interested in myths and legends so if you can help me in any way it would be much appreciated," Klinghoffer says as he drops a sack of coins onto the countertop. "Also one whiskey, whatever you have is fine."

The stage was now completely empty, backstage was the stagehand and the members of the Band Of Gypsies. As the sound of the crowd grew quieter and quieter the stagehand stood in the middle of the room staring at the guitar he had been given, "Hey kid why are you staring at that guitar that S.C. gave ya, are ya one of those sissy types?" said the drummer from a velvet couch at the back of the dressing room. "Now now Jimi, give the kid a rest. So what do you plan on callin' it kid?" The bassist retaliated then turned his attention over to the green musician. it took a good few seconds for the words to register in the stagehands' mind, he then looked up and around frantically then looked at the bassist. "Uhh, I dunno to be honest...I never imagined that I would get such a guitar" The kid said stuttering, after a couple of seconds spent in silence the keyboardist got up from his chair and looked the stagehand in the eyes. "Well, I reckon you should name it after this here town boy, call it Mock! Actually speaking of names, what's yours kid?" The stagehand put the guitar down and responded as confidently as he could muster, "The name's Mayer, Mark Mayer...sir...."


The bar that Klinghoffer found himself in was by far not the worst he had been in, the number of bars and inns that the Smooth Criminal had played on Water 7 made him almost a critic on the standards of a bar. Still, he did like a place that had some fine whiskey, especially if it was from the West Blue. Countertops in bars would usually be covered in stains, leftovers and crushed nuts yet this one was definitely looked after, you could tell that the barkeep definitely liked his workplace in tip-top condition. Kling looked around at the relatively pristine liquor shelf and the neatly tucked in bar stools, the impressively buffed tables and the sound of the public slowly approaching.


His daydreaming was brought to an abrupt end by the barkeep's words, "Yes sir, I fancy myself to be a bit of an adventuring man, gaining a bounty or collecting one it doesn't matter to me. Thanks for the info man, you earned it" Klinghoffer said calmly as he then pushes the sack of coins to the barkeep and takes a long sip of his whiskey, looking at the other patron. He watched the figure as they called for one last drink then exited the bar, the musician looked down at the flyer as the saloon-style doors shut.  After skimming through the poster once more he saw an address and then below it was a cut off date that defined the last day to meet was today, Klinghoffer got up from his seat and grabbed the poster off the table. "Cheers barkeep, have a good one" The interest of the meteor was too alluring for the musician to drink the night away, he concealed himself with his cloak once again and left the bar as a hoard of drunken concert-goers pushed their way in. He turned his face away and headed off, meandering around until he found the place, it was a ragged hotel way out of the city that definitely had seen better days. Naively, Klinghoffer pulled off his hood then made his way inside without checking if it was safe, not looking left or right as he pushed the doors open and walked on inside, the hinges creaking as the doors slam against the inside wall.

By the time Otis had reloaded and come out from cover to fire it was all over, the uncoordinated but efficient teamwork of his three employees seemed to cover up the fact that he wasn't actually a good fighter. In fact, Otis purposefully stumbled his way around reloading the gun to get a good look at what each of his new meat shields brings to the table, "Well now guys and gal, why don't we check up on these unfortunates eh?" Otis strides into the foyer spinning both of the guns on his fingers like an unhinged cowboy, he stands over one of the still breathing men and crouches over him, holding both of his pistols aimed at his head. "Now kind sir I would appreciate it if you would tell me who sent you here to dispose of us, or else I might have to BLOW YOUR GOD DAMN BRAINS OUT!" Otis yells into their ear and he presses the guns down onto his head, realising he was out of line he takes a step back and regains his composure. "My apologies, that was out of line. But these here floorboards are made of the finest wood you can find this side of the Red Line and I don't particularly feel like getting brains on this beautifully aged wood."



Meanwhile back in the hallway, Klinghoffer retracts his shadow and lands the guitar picks back into his hand then rips off his sunglasses to look at Risaka. "Holy shit woman you have some serious moves!! That was Kickass!" The musician quickly changes the topic to avoid anybody asking about the demonic creatures that sprung out of his shadow, powers like these aren't well known and definitely aren't well received by the vox populi. The only people that have seen his shadow come to life call him a devil in human clothes as if he isn't even the same person when the shadow is released. After shoving the picks in his pocket he acknowledges the finesse that his swordsman acquaintance has with a blade, as Kando returns to the group the musician claps. "Holy fucking smokes man that is some wild shit! Last time I saw shit like that I was saving thousands of people from a slaver who stood 2 feet taller than me and might a say that guy threw me through two fucking walls man! You carved those guys like butter! " Klinghoffer rambles on about how insane both of his acquaintances are to avoid the subject of his own abilities until a gunshot is heard.



Bang!! "I'm not gonna ask twice my good sir," Otis yells as he fires off one of the rounds out the front door to avoid any harm. "I still have one loaded gun her jolly ol' chap so I suggest you speak!" Otis slams the empty flintlock on the floor and pushes the other one onto the man's skull once more, this time cocking the hammer back ready to fire.