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Who: Jacob Black & YOU?
What: Repairing a piece of junk in the middle of the night
When: Right now
Where: The castle courtyard
Rating: G

If there's one thing that Jacob remembered distinctly about Paradisa, it was one rule: "Be careful what you wish for."

Of course, being a teenager, rules can sometimes be momentarily forgotten.

He had wished for a bike. Not just any bike, but his bike. The one he'd rebuilt from scratch back home, and the one he'd ridden everywhere. Bringing it to life held so many memories, and it had been the best stress reliever and distraction when he'd needed it most. It was only natural he'd want that kind of possession with him. (And he couldn't exactly find the other bikes he'd left behind during his first visit.)

Paradisa, in a moment of kindness, had decided to give him his bike.

Except Jacob hadn't been specific enough. He'd received his bike, but it wasn't exactly in the state he left it. In fact, it wasn't even a whole bike. Paradisa had given him his bike from before he'd repaired it.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

Jacob had started out the night hoping to go for a late night ride. Instead, he found himself in the castle courtyard with a shell of a motorcycle and its many pieces scattered about. Since he wouldn't be going anywhere, it wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time than begin to repair it.

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He doesn't return the nod, but after a beat, he walks over to where Jacob is working.

"Let me ask you something. The name 'Purgatorio' mean anything to you?"

Right to the point, isn't he? He wipes his hands on his pants and stands to his full height.

"I think so. I mean, I do remember a crew of really lousy pirates that needed some help busting their friends out of prison."

Which is about a full two inches taller than Midnighter, by the by. Kids these days... And yes, he has no love of meaningless pleasantries. Under his mask, he's raising his brow.

"So you lived there."

Jacob shrugs his shoulders. The answer to that question usually comes with a complicated explanation of some sort.

"I guess I 'lived' there for a time," he says, bringing up fingers to make air quotes. "Then again, I also 'lived' in Paris. I'm pretty sure those are the only two places Paradisa has made me think I've lived. At least, I'm seriously hoping that's it."

"Paris? Wh-- oh." It only takes a moment for him to understand. The kid was one of those people. Those he was the first, as far as the Midnighter knew, to have been landed on one of those islands even before he was stuck in Paris.

"Anyone else, or just you?"

"There's a whole bunch of us from Paris here, but if you're referring to Purgatorio..." He gives another shrug of the shoulders. "It's just me. Remilia was here for a while, but the castle sent her back not long after we all got back from Paris."

Remilia. The name sounded like it could be familiar.

"But none of you are actually from that world."