I'm a health nut that runs a yakitori stand.

So….the two of them saw awkwardly while waiting for the police. Normally Seiji pull out his phone and play some ***** and ******. But right now he just stuck with the girl watching over the crook.

“So……how ya wanna hang out later? I mean if you don’t wanna grab a bite to eat that fine. The city currently lacking a bit in law and order right now. The police are kinda not doing their job well. Maybe i or you can call me and we bust some criminals together? Make the city a better place? I mean you don’t have to say yes. We just meet. I just think your kinda cool in your own way.”

Seiji can’t see Mokou face as the silence is KILLING him. Seiji seen how justice is “maintain” in this city. Frankly he not impress. He seen Mokou in action and would LIKE to join forces…..or at least be in a friendly relationship with some of the do gooders in this city.

She don’t HAVE to say yes. Even if she don’t wanna hang out Seiji have nothing but respect for her. 

Plus if he right. Then they bound to run into each other again. After all justice never sleeps.

She looked back over to him. Awkwardly trying to make small talk, it was kinda endearing in a sense. She didn’t really care for his talk about law and order though, that really wasn’t her thing. She has her own sense of justice and she’d stop criminals she finds but she wasn’t going out of her way or anything. Just a drifter trying to find a way out.

“I think I heard somewhere that everyone has everyone else’s number or something. You can call me if you want sometime.” That’s really all she was going to say. She wasn’t the ‘hanging out’ type, at least...not with anyone. She wasn’t without friends, but not exactly someone who’d go get a bite to eat with someone she just met. She wasn’t opposed to meeting him again, but as for now she wanted to resume her exploration of the city.

As soon as she heard the sirens of the approaching police cars she disappeared into the back alley, not really wanting to be bothered with all of that if she could help it. Surely Seiji would be able to fill them in on everything they needed to know.

There this brief pause as the air silent. As Seiji refuse to look Mokou in the eyes.

Did he not have a…….?

“First thing first i was NEVER fired in my old world. I just haven’t register as a police in this world yet. For some reason i can’t find the police station no matter how hard i look. So i’m not a FORMER cop okay? Just…..haven’t gotten a isola badge yet. Secondary……i was going to just call the cops but…….”

Seiji look out his phone as it’s not only cracked but also out of batteries. So in short…..he got like nobody.

“I kinda need you to do it? Pretty please with a cherry on the top?”

Seiji swear he normally don’t have performance issues like this.

Mokou rolled her eyes. “I didn’t ask for your life story, don’t take it so personally. I misspoke I guess.” He seemed pretty defensive about the whole thing, she probably should watch her words around him next time they met.

Was his phone broken? After everything, he didn’t even have the means to call the sanctioned police? Geez. Well, it can’t be helped and the perp did need to be dealt with.

She wordlessly nodded at Seiji and pulled out her own cellphone, pristine and untouched in contrast to his, and after a brief pause to remember the number for the authorities began dialing on it.

Turning away from him, she began talking into the phone, detailing how the two of them downed an attempted kidnapper and their current location, as well as dodging questions on why they chased him down to begin with. She had to pause at one point to identify what street they were on.

if miko were the sort to be flabbergasted, this might be the moment that happened. at the girl’s lack of recognition, however, she simply frowns and taps her shaku to her chin, ever in thought as to what she might do next. it troubled her that she could not simply read the desires of anyone she pleased, as was her reborn birthright, but she would simply have to deal with it and… play the situation by ear, so to speak.

perhaps this was just another side effect of universes coming together in a heap like this. were that she understood everything more clearly – or at all, loath to admit it even just to herself as she was that she had no real understanding of the island.

<<All I recall of this place is how strangely time seemed to flow. I did not spend much of my time here otherwise before returning home.>>

at least she’s not the only one ground-bound around here, though it brings her little satisfaction to learn. she’s otherwise uninterested in mokou’s mapping efforts, if only because she expects there to be no manner of escape from this place.

<<What do I know, indeed?>> it’s a bluff, of course. <<Time passes strangely here… and for you, time seems to pass no longer. Though… I’m still not entirely sure I believe that.>>

She watched as the other woman tapped her chin wit her shaku, deep in thought. Mokou couldn’t help but think herself, where did she recognize this woman from? They definitely weren’t close but there is something, something at the back of her mind...

“Wait, could you repeat that? You said you managed to return home?” Obviously it didn’t stick since she was back here. Mokou couldn’t imagine anyone would want to return to this place of their own volition, but, hell, it was a lead. Now, if she would actually tell Mokou was another story.

What is the strangeness of this place’s time for someone whom time has no meaning? A day, a month, a year...Mokou had been making efforts to keep them from flowing together, to give them meaning. But the woman seemed to question that time didn’t flow for her.

Seiji actually took the long way around in the middle of the chase to cut the guy off as the perp was suddenly tackle to the nearby lamp post while on the chase from the side and before the guy can really do anything. Seiji gave the guy one knee to the balls and one elbow down the face as the man hit the floor like a sack of bricks.

The people didn’t even bat a eye. This kind of shit so common in this city nobody even bother to ask.

“GREAT team work. Seiji Kazama. A cop in my old world and currently jobless and taking request from worried citizens. You are?”

Seiji offer one hand for her to shake as he seem to have knee down and began to DISLOCATE the already knock out man arm as he seem to realize how it look before sheepishly rubbing his head.

“Okay make me kind of look like the villian. But trust me. Me and you don’t want this guy SUDDENLY waking up and attacking us out of the blue. It be better to be safe then sorry. A little dislocation can’t kill.”

Seiji tied the man with frigging plastic cord he found in the trash as he began typing the man to the nearest stop sign.

She couldn’t help but smirk at his method of subduing the perp, how crass. She didn’t mind the whole dislocation thing but tying him up with a garbage plastic cord was a bit...gross. Mokou would have just broken his legs.

“Fujiwara no Mokou. I’m just a health nut who runs a yakitori stand.” She refused his handshake, instead just standing there...watching the criminal as he twitched against the signpost. Out cold yet writhing in pain.

“So you are a former cop huh? That explains why you sprang to action so quickly and why you are so intent on restraining him. Neat.” Mokou turned to leave, she...really didn’t have much else to say or do here. it seems that Seiji basically had the situation under control. “I’ll see you around then. I guess I owe you one for the assist.”

Well now, if it wasn’t a child of all things considered looking ever so lost and dare she say out of place. Call it intuition if you will but Cereza has certainly seen her most unfair share despite parading about almost whimsically in the mystery tipped ribbons of a none too charming past. A hand settles against her hip all whilst the other pushes the rim of butterfly styled glasses up properly if only to properly assess the situation.

Had it been anyone else much lower on her particular scale she’d have likely continued by. Fate however is another partner she cannot keep in good company when they seem to eternally disagree. A sigh as she finally slips from the bench she’d been overlooking carefully kept pages of loose notes, daintily tucking the makeshift pad away as the telltale click of heels only ceases once she towers over the girl almost expectantly.

“You seem lost, little one. I don’t suppose you could use some help finding your way home?”

Mokou didn’t expect someone to call out to her and she turned her head to see an unusual woman, tall even by her standards, looking down on her. She didn’t recognize her from anywhere, so she assumed she must live around here? From her (relatively) exotic outfit, she was likely an offworlder like Mokou.

Of course, Mokou couldn’t help but feel a tad annoyed that she was calling her ‘little one’ and her general tone of voice. She was youthful for her advanced age, sure, but she was by no means a child; this would be like if she called the other woman ‘giant’ or ‘granny’. Its just uncalled for.

Flandre didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that this girl had apparently died more than once in a single night, not even thinking to question it due to her own ignorance on the topic of life and death. Her face did, however, grow heated at the realization that this obviously meant her sister had gone and had fun without her… again.

“Big sister went out and played with people without me AGAIN?! No fair! No fair! I want to play too! No one EVER comes to play with me, and meanwhile she gets to host all these parties and kill people! NO FAIR!” The storm of words came out in a furious huff of breath, the girl clenching her hands tightly enough that her fingernails dug deep into her palms. Only moments later though, she seemed to calm down, form visibly relaxing.

“I don’t have to go home until the sun comes out~!” It was such a drastic shift in behavior from her prior statement that it was almost shocking to watch, yet she didn’t seem to notice.

It seems the idea of her sister going out and getting involved in incidents offended the younger girl; Mokou didn’t know the living situation of the Scarlets but it seemed that Remilla was the favored child and Flandre was pretty neglected in comparison. No wonder she’d be upset about it. And then back to being cheerful. Huh. Were all vampires like this? If Mokou was going to hang around this girl would she have to be prepared for mood swings?

Of course, Mokou didn’t even know if the girl wanted her company; it seems like she was perfectly comfortable and able to traverse the streets at night on her own. But it couldn’t hurt could it?

Unlike Mokou, Flandre could see pretty clearly; such was one of the blessings of being a vampire. It would be pretty inconvenient if a night-creature such as herself couldn’t see during the time she was supposed to be out and about, after all.  As such, she had been watching the other from a distance for a while. She seemed… vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place exactly why. Had she seen her at one of big sister’s parties or something..? She wasn’t sure, from this far away.

Either way, when the phoenix finally noticed her, a smile graced her lips. 

“Maybe, for human children… good thing I’m not a drink, huh?” The way she was referring to humans there made her opinion of them quite clear- it wasn’t very high.  Rainbow wings glittered in the faint light as she swooped over to her, making use of her retained flight ability just for the sake of a dramatic entrance before touching back down only inches away from Mokou.

“…you’ve been to one of big sister’s parties, haven’t you? I was watching, you know.” Now that she was closer, the young vampire was quite certain she had spotted this person at least once, and not here in Spirale. That really only left the option of having seen her at a party, since Flandre didn’t exactly go out often back in Gensokyo. “What’s your name? I’m Flandre Scarlet.~”

From how she referred to human children as ‘drinks’, Mokou could only assume that this nightwalking girl was...what was it, it was at the tip of her tongue. Keine had said they were...a western type of oni, who drank human blood instead of liquor? Vampire or something?

Mokou had met a ‘vampire’ before, one of the assassins who Kaguya sent after her after the imperishable night, which prompted her to ask Keine about it. She later got invited to one of the vampire’s parties (really, it seemed the vampire’s servants were giving invites to everyone they could find) but the name alluded her-

Scarlet. That’s it, the vampire she met was Remilia Scarlet. Now that Mokou recalled, she did look kinda like this Flandre.

“Fujiwara no Mokou. A ‘Remilia Scarlet’ killed me a few times one night, I take it you are related to her?” Mokou said this like that was the most natural thing for her, being killed. Maybe it was. It wasn’t a true death anyway.

Mokou had been keeping an eye on the shifty man as soon as he started trailing a younger man who was otherwise roaming the street unawares. Mokou had been around long enough to realize that not everyone was friendly or even apathetic and while it was possible the man was just going the same way, she didn’t want to risk something happening.

Sure enough, the shady man lunged at the younger man and tried to pull him into an alleyway. Automatically Mokou jolted across the street at the man, spooking him and causing him to let go and run into the darkness.

Mokou didn’t come by Golden very often. She had always meant to, every part of this city had to be known by her if she were to decipher its mysteries, but Fibonacci and the wards more directly adjacent to it had taken her time. Of all the parts of this place, Golden looked a lot like the Outside World from her own world. The city she glimpsed during the occult ball incident back home...

The dead of the night in Fibonacci. Mokou couldn’t help but find herself wandering with only the faint street lights to illuminate her path. Usually she didn’t even have that much. Let’s see, this was the third level? She was pretty sure she rose a level or two since she started her nightly walk at the very least.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw someone else. Blonde hair, red clothes...a child? Wasn’t anyone she had ever seen before; was she lost? “Hey. This isn’t really the time of night for a kid to be wandering about.”