Alexander was hard at work, getting the shop sorted out PROPERLY as he had discovered that he was only gone for a few hours while it was WEEKS with Shanoa, he looking through the pages of his book as Shanoa soon joined him in reading, her book a ancient type of dialogue that was in Barlowe's private study, his book now finding its place in the restricted section upstairs. Shanoa was dressed in a nice sundress, though she had also took to wearing her standard attire in case monsters came which was a VERY possible thing. "So, you are certain that, because of your actions and involvement in my time, you may have affected the timeline itself?"
"Huh-huh." The book closed shut as Alexander, now back in his usual attire of shirt, jacket, and slacks with some combat boots and socks on, leaned forward on the table as he mused the idea. "History often told of the Order of Ecclesia to have disappeared from all known records, but now, the Order is alive and is aiding the Church with the threat of monsters, somehow, the truth of Barlowe's betrayal became like wildfire and that the two saviors that stopped Dracula departed on a journey, never to be heard from again, but no one has been able to find the bodies..." Alexander hummed to himself as Shanoa rested her hands in her lap, the town being on the edge of Europe that it was very close to Britain and that ferry to the country was possible, though it took Alexander a while to get the facts straight with Shanoa, since she was living with him in the shop now. "We have changed history in such a way that it could have... results that would soon bounce back on us."
"Whatever does come back, we will face it as a team." Shanoa stated the truth and Alexander nodded before the door opened and he got up to answer it.
"Welcome to the Fallen Armory shop, how can we help you..." But before the words could finish, a large claymore was dropped on the counter and he sighed, it was one of those clients, was it? "Sir, we DON'T treat weapons like that, it is uncalled for and rude."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, chump, now hurry up and get this thing fixed up, I got a job to do unlike you morons." Shanoa nearly shouted in rejection, but Alexander beat her to it as he worked on the blade.
"Chips across the blade itself, the hilt is in disrepair, the guard could be little more than tissue, I don't know what your job is, but you are worthless with something like this, why, I bet that the blacksmith who made this would be turning in their sleep with such misconduct." His vest was quickly grabbed and the brute socked him one as he scowled.
"I didn't ask for your useless opinion, get it fixed!" Suddenly, the brute was quickly pried off and quickly pinned against the wall as Alexander sighed, his face healing right quick as he glared at the bruiser.
"And I didn't ask for YOUR behavior in MY shop, so either you deal with it or YOU get your precious blade REPLACED with an actual weapon, not this garbage!" The man tried to move, but found his body pinned too tightly to be natural as Alexander spoke, authority filling his voice. "AM I CLEAR!?"
"C-C-Crystal, sir!" He was dropped to the ground as he rubbed his limbs to find that the pain was real as they were sore from presence as the repair job continued. Before long, the blade was repaired, its hilt fixed up with skill and the guard also replaced for a better one before Alexander handed it back.
"Now, if you want my aid again, then be more considerate of it, either what just happened will be far worse, get!" The man took his weapon and dashed out in fear as the young man with the shotgun stepped to the side and watched the man go before he fully entered and asked.
"Geez, Alex, what did you do to that guy?"
"Nothing that I wouldn't do to my more hostile clients." The young man could have wore something like a sweat drop before he shook his head and spoke.
"In any case, you should take a look at this." He offered a folder and Alex took it in hand before opening it up, what was inside were photos, ones that he recognized as drawings that he and Sharon drew up for that one elderly woman, her name far from his mind, some of them were from both the lady and Alex drawing them up to remember the moment, the most recognized when the one time when the elder and Abram posed them before the Canal when Shanoa snuck a kiss onto Alexander's cheek. They both agreed that was the best picture, despite Alexander's own argument against it. He could feel the sweat coming down as the youth rested his hands on the counter, Shanoa spotting the folder and quickly taking it in hand. "That is very detailed, even for a photo that is a fair hundred years old, so do you mind telling me your side of the stories?"
Alexander shared a glance with Shanoa and she was wearing a look that showed that they were doomed, so he cleared his throat and spoke. "Well, it is quite the interesting find, though, it would actually be impossible, such individuals might be gone for the last several years."
"Are you... really going to play this card, Alexander!?" The owner sweated a little and Shanoa grimaced as well. "I may be a tad dumb, but I know you, you were researching into the history of Dracula LONG before you even set up shop here, I know, I was there most of the times you came from the States." Alexander rubbed the back of his head as the shotgun member seemed to stare into his soul. "Now tell me, what... are ... you... hiding...!?"
"...Is it a fair bet to say... we are going on another adventure?" At first, Shanoa and the young man didn't believe him, that was until a shifting portal opened behind him and he gasped as he was pulled in, the sign quickly spinning to say 'CLOSED' as both were pulled in and followed Alexander into a realm where the last Belmont was last known to be...