#aflyingwatchamacallit

People-watching had always been something Emi enjoyed, as she was doing now; sitting atop a railing, legs swinging, the little girl looked out among the crowds around the amusement park in the Golden Ward. Most people were bustling around, laughing and dragging their friends towards the stalls and rides... but there was one boy that was just standing there, looking blank.

Then her eyes caught sight of his round, metal arm, which caused her stomach to drop in dread, and she felt the urge to run.

But the cannon and the boy it was attached to were familiar, so she swallowed back her fear and peered closer. A boy in a helmet, with a cannon for an arm... yes, she knew this boy! And she also knew that contrary to the twinge of fear she’d felt upon first laying eyes on him, this boy was nice. Her memories were hazy -- it’d been a couple years, after all -- but that was something she was certain of. Now, she just had to remember his name, so she could go talk to him...

It took a little while of staring, eyes squinted, before a name came to her. As soon as that name sprung to her mind, she grinned wide, jumped down from her perch on the railing, and burst into a sprint towards the Masked Man.