<strong>Character Name</strong>Steven "Caine" Michaelson<br/><strong>Time</strong>2:39 PM<br/><strong>Location</strong>Toshima - Ikebukuro<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>Caine spent a long moment staring back at his... Summon? He supposed that was the term anyway. Then he responded. "Right. Well however we got in this mix up, and whatever<em>that</em>was..." He gestured at where the monkey thing had been before it popped. "you've already saved me once. So you go back an rest, I'll try and figure out how I called you and how to do it again. While I'm looking for supplies for myself I'll see if I can find some milk or ale, I seem to remember that being what was given to the Black Dogs of England back in the day. Unless you'd rather I not?"<br/><br/>Once the dog had given it's answer and gone to rest, no doubt in some fashion that would leave him suitably flabbergasted<em>again</em>, Caine would pursue the only idea he had at this point and check that odd program on his phone again. Depending on what he found he might spend a few moments examining the changes before continuing on to the store. Random monster attacks and summoned legends or not, everything was still going to hell in a hand basket(perhaps literally now), and he was still going to need supplies before things got worse. He didn't know what he'd do if the phone didn't pan out, perhaps he'd try chanting or something? But that was something to worry about after the fact.