Court Jester (Pre-Event)
It had been a call from Chrono that alerted him - and to descend upon the stage where upon his former charge had been in such distress. The poor must have been terrified to have been witness to his descent. Adjusting to a crime-ridden city, plagued with twisted characters and a host of thugs was challenging on them all, not least for a boy with an honest heart. Before Gaillard had arrived, the call had been out to all those his liege knew - calling for them to gather, with a stir already among the wider people for some unknown reason. Collecting all those would might be willing to band together with his growing madness..
A sense of foreboding which lingered. For weeks, their ordinary lives as card players was unravelling. Aichi’s festering weakness picking more at his brain, and clawing whatever territory it could.
The easiest route to keep safe - obey, begrudgingly, but... he needed to stay close by. The entire scenario brought back ill recollections of the Seed, how he’d guarded the vessel sealed and forced to sleep for eternity, lest disaster blossom from what had burrowed within.
And parallel to that; he wanted to keep close to Kai and Chrono.
After descending down the tower of the apartment complex in Sector 6, the doors hissed open to greet him to the lobby, and exited. Most faces who had joined with his leader were recognizable, some here and there, not so.
Skulking nearby, he recalled the young woman as an ally, but nothing more. Someone detached and reluctant to disclose more to her allies. Beyond a name, which he’d learned only through text correspondence. He approached silently, offering a bow alone once the distance between them closed sufficiently.
"Nagashiro... Maki”.
