(Jin'ichi was captured in the original mission, this is him escaping. He may or may not get caught up with Roku and company)
The first thing that would come before sight would be smell. It stank. Jin'ichi would could smell flesh rotting, and the scent of charred flesh. It was an off putting smell, but given his street smarts and experiences this may as well have been something that was within his range of experiences. The Takahashi would find himself blindfolded. He would also find himself tied up to a chair. His shirt was gone, but at least his enemy was gracious enough to leave him with his pants. His shoes though were not present. Another curious thing, but strangely Jin'ichi could feel grass on the soles of his feet. Was he in the middle of a field? His sense of smell would tell him otherwise. Jin'ichi would hear murmurs of sorts. His ears told him that he was hearing a chanting going on. Was he in some sort of church? Unfortunately for Jin'ichi he did not run with Roku into the basement of the estate where he would have encountered church-like people clothed in red who were throwing barrels of ale at the man known as Crash.
If Jin'ichi were to explore his situation he would find that he was tied up and sitting. His hands were bound by rope. If he applied the right amount of pressure he could break the bonds. If he didn't want to make a sound he could also draw upon his bestial qualities and use his finger nails to attempt to cut his way out. Unfortunately he was disarmed of his ninja-to but chances were he could indeed find it in his immediate vicinity. Jin'ichi would also find that his feet were bound too. His ankles were tied up the legs of the chair. His chest was not bound strangely enough, only his hands and his feet. Seemingly the enemy did not think much of him. Given the fact that his enemy, Necromanta, was a flirt it was quite possible she was awaiting for him to wake up. Luckily for him, she was not here or else this would have gotten very awkward, very fast.
The first thing that would come before sight would be smell. It stank. Jin'ichi would could smell flesh rotting, and the scent of charred flesh. It was an off putting smell, but given his street smarts and experiences this may as well have been something that was within his range of experiences. The Takahashi would find himself blindfolded. He would also find himself tied up to a chair. His shirt was gone, but at least his enemy was gracious enough to leave him with his pants. His shoes though were not present. Another curious thing, but strangely Jin'ichi could feel grass on the soles of his feet. Was he in the middle of a field? His sense of smell would tell him otherwise. Jin'ichi would hear murmurs of sorts. His ears told him that he was hearing a chanting going on. Was he in some sort of church? Unfortunately for Jin'ichi he did not run with Roku into the basement of the estate where he would have encountered church-like people clothed in red who were throwing barrels of ale at the man known as Crash.
If Jin'ichi were to explore his situation he would find that he was tied up and sitting. His hands were bound by rope. If he applied the right amount of pressure he could break the bonds. If he didn't want to make a sound he could also draw upon his bestial qualities and use his finger nails to attempt to cut his way out. Unfortunately he was disarmed of his ninja-to but chances were he could indeed find it in his immediate vicinity. Jin'ichi would also find that his feet were bound too. His ankles were tied up the legs of the chair. His chest was not bound strangely enough, only his hands and his feet. Seemingly the enemy did not think much of him. Given the fact that his enemy, Necromanta, was a flirt it was quite possible she was awaiting for him to wake up. Luckily for him, she was not here or else this would have gotten very awkward, very fast.
The brown smoke turned to black, the indigo into a midnight blue, while the crimson and grey became more vibrant. Melding together and swirling until it exploded outwards, spilling outward as smoke turned to liquid in seconds. The splattered dyes formed a manifestation of the adopted Takahashi Makeinu, wearing the same mask he donned the day Jin'ichi put him down. The grisly and broad grin was strangely hidden in the surrounding darkness, and behind a peculiarly placed ebony glove. Onyx shackles clung to his wrists, and their chains stretched down into an unseen abyss. The boy seemed slightly older, now wearing a long-sleeved garment but the collar was unstable... Destabilized and breaking outward impossibly slow like a digital ripple. At the fringes of the collar's circumference, the dust-like particles of fractured clothing liquefied and reached out with stringy tendrils. 
