The sun that had been hanging over the city for the last few hours was making everything one could see bright and warm. Many different kinds of people were commuting normally as the day pressed on, the usual crowd and activities one would expect to see within an area like this; some are off to work while others have been working tirelessly since before dawn, others grabbing meals or transporting themselves or items to various locations, conversations about everything and nothing can be heard for miles as miles. Average lives being played out on an average setting.<br/><br/>A rather large creature was seen flying above most of the other bodies of the city, a small child being carried in hand as the wings fluttered both of them away. "This planet has many strange creatures on it," a voice, smooth and calm, came from the hair covered lips of a young man that was watching the flying creature and child. He stepped back into the shade that was provided by the small building he was standing next to while peering through the door-less entryway into a dimly lit room.<br/><br/>"This universe offers many strange creatures, you will learn of that," an older man spoke out while exiting from the same building, a small white box sitting on top of his palm. He looks where the man is looking, catching a glimpse of the creature that was flying above with the child, "Not much different from the creatures found on that planet you originated from." His focus switches from the sky onto the young man in front of him as well as the box in his hand. "This is what we have been looking for."<br/><br/>The young man quickly moved his own focus onto the box that was now in front of his face as he moved in close to observe the item. He opened the top to reveal what looked like a piece of gold that seemed to be a piece of something bigger, broken. Excitedly, the young man grabbed the golden shard and placed it onto his head, grinning widely as the metal was absorbed into his skin.<br/><br/>"You have to pay for that!" A third voice came from within the shop as a man much older than either of the couple came out with a large caliber firearm in his hands, pieces of paper dropping from his clutched fingers that were now wrapping around the trigger. "I knew the moment you stepped foot in my store and you two weren't familiar with this area. Your kind of currency is not an accepted currency here. I am going to need that trinket back and I would rather do this easily."<br/><br/>Though he was older, the man was able to hold the firearm in place with relative ease as the two patrons began to walk off, ignoring what the shop keeper had said completely, "I cannot believe that pieces of the amulet have come this far," the older of the two stated as he looked at a rugged ship descend from outer space onto the planet. "The readings indicated that no more pieces are on this planet, I shall make my way out to other areas."<br/><br/>The younger man nodded without much thought as he kept looking up trying to see the metal shard that was sitting on his forehead. It glowed brightly as other pieces suddenly appeared connected to it, creating what seemed like a crown of some sort around his head, having a couple broken spots as it went around. "You have done well so far, Ringer. I look forward to seeing you again when you find the next piece. Until then, take care of yourself." He looked up at the pasty face of the older man while smiling gleefully before disappearing completely a few moments later.<br/><br/>The old man had followed behind a few feet, watching the younger gentleman disappear right before his eyes, taking the golden chunk of metal with him. The man could hardly believe what he saw before raising the firearm towards the face of Ringer, "What in the hell was that? Where did that kid go with my trinket?" His voice was firm and tough, just as the old man had been in life, and he did not waver one bit while keeping the muzzle stuck on his target. "Look, I don't care whatever circus you come from, but that trinket belongs to me and I will not let you part with it unless I get something in return."<br/><br/>Ringer continues to watch the ship that had just come from the skies, ignoring the words of the old shopkeeper that was standing behind him. Once the craft landed, the spectre wondered about the type of crew that would be aboard it and whether or not he could use it to reach his next destination. "I shall see you shortly, my master," he spoke quietly before feeling something nudge against his suit that was covering everything but his head and face at the time. Looking to see what the nudge was, he saw the barrel of a firearm poking at his side with the shopkeeper still attached to it. In a flash the firearm was dropping to the ground while the shopkeeper's feet dangle together a few inches off the ground. Ringer's left hand was gripping tightly against the lips of the old man in order to keep him quiet while the entire blade of a good sized dagger is stuck into his ribs, blood pouring quickly as the blade is ripped upwards and eventually out. Ringer, now covered in the dead man's blood, opens his left hand in order to let the body drop to the ground.<br/><br/>About ten minutes later, the ghostly figure, now having washed the blood off him, finds himself out of the shadows of the city's alleyways and wading through the rivers of people that are among the streets, heading towards the craft that had grabbed his attention earlier. He sees two beings exit the craft, one male and one female, and puts a cheery smile upon his weathered face as he gets within a few feet of what he assumed to be the pilot. Without directly looking at her he cracks a smile before speaking, "Pardon me if I am rude but it would seem to me that your ship could use some repairs. I could offer my services for room and board upon your ship, if you please."