#grimflyer 01

｢𓆄｣ Hawks considered himself as a person who carried himself with a lot of tenacity. Or at least enough tenacity where he could adjust to the situation at hand with ease. While he might've been focused on gauging his surroundings and determining the danger level of this city, it's chirping from behind him that pulled him out of this focus.

It's almost like this little cardinal was calling after him! Perhaps it was the kinship in the color of their feathers? Regardless, this cardinal seemed a bit too friendly to be wild, it must be domesticated to some degree, Hawks thought.

Belos moves along the pale-stoned road, a singular body among the dozens of people that travel through here at this time of day, and while the hood around his head does not conceal the entirety of his face, it obscures his silhouette well enough. Though the piece of fabric doesn’t change the fact that the world he finds himself in is controlled by an omniscient gaze, it doesn’t have to conceal him from all observation. Just the eyes of a specific few.

He is well aware by now that he is not the only one from those miserable Isles who resides here, and that those who recognize him may feel entitled to act with violent intent.

Despite knowing this, when he sees him, the breath he's taking slows to a crawl in his throat.

This one looks so truly similar that he recognizes him by the back of his head.

The momentary stirring of too much emotion inside him evaporates into action. He moves with new intention, feeling a slowly building momentum in his steps as he continues to follow the magical construct of his own creation. This is a fresh start; there’s no reason to fight; it’s good that you’re here; the words form in his head and perch warmly on his tongue. But this cannot be done hastily; between this world and the amount of time Hunter may have spent within it, there are numerous new factors in play.

His lips curl upward the merest bit before they’re gone, melting away with the rest of him, to reform in a more discreet position to observe his traitorous nephew. A proper trip to the museum will have to wait.

While it wasn't quite so glamorous as helping deal with the Dwellers, warding off the Latchers that threatened innocents had been perhaps an even more active role. They were much more numerous, and getting to help out alongside her coworkers was an exciting experience. Interaction with some had been minimal, but this was a great chance to learn how each other did things in the field, especially since all their powers and equipment had been returned!

And oh, how Mizuki was enjoying it to the FULLEST. Uppercutting a latcher up off the ground with her pipe, she did a jumping spin kick to rocket it like a bullet into a couple of its kind, splattering the one she attacked and harming the other two as well. A bright grin was on her face, clearly enjoying this probably more than she should-

"Mizuki! Underground, nine o'clock!"

"Huh?" Head quickly whipping to look to her left, Mizuki looked on as her vision from Aiba shifted into X-ray mode. Sure enough, a pair of Latchers were burrowing underneath the surface, aiming up at an angle toward some civilians.

"Hunter!" She called out to the ally she'd been fighting in the same area as for a few minutes- a pretty well-trained, formidable guy as far as she could tell. He was also closer to the imminent site of breakthrough than she was. "There's two that are gonna come up from the ground over there!" She threw a hand out to point where they looked like they'd come out from. Hopefully the remaining 'take care of them' wouldn't have to go spoken.

They raise their tatted hands up in the air to show that they don't mean any harm. The palms of their hands are also tattoo'd. On the digits of their fingers there seems to some writings. It's hard to make out what it would say as it isn't in any of the tongues people would be familiar with. On their right palm is a tattoo of a snail with a shell in the shape of a skull on top of it. The skull itself has flowers poking right out of the openings and just above the snail and the skull, still on the palm is written 'slow down'. On their left palm is a tattoo of a moth located at the bottom of their palm, and just like the digits on their right fingers, there are some writings on their left, only these writings then twist around their middle finger like a vine. It isn't THIS one that the kid is looking at, but the right hand one and judging by his reaction, Indigo feels the urge to close that palm and shove their hands in their pocket.

"I was just scoping the area, trying to get familiar. Got lost and, uh...yeah. Here I am---here we are. Listen, I really don't wanna get attacked." They say with a chuckle, "That looks like it'd hurt like a bitch."

This isn’t Puppycat’s fault.

He’ll stand by that, it’s the window that’s too small. That’s why he ended up stuck trying to exit his own apartment. Luckily, there’s a person walking by! Maybe if he calls out loud enough...

[Hey. Can you pull me out of here?]  He waves, trying to flag the boy down.

“Out so soon?”  Unprompted came Zelos’s voice, as set his own blanket across from Hunter.  “Didn’t think you’d be out so soon considering the ranch.”  The Chosen sat down, he’d come here once more to see if he could find Aselia like he had last year and just so happened to find somewhat familiar company at the same time.

“That was quite impressive.” Lilith tilts her head to the side, observing the boy. He’s able to fly... it seems not everyone here is robbed of their abilities.

“You’re quite skilled. Maneuvering in the air like that must take a lot of talent.” She’s... never been good at dealing with children or teenagers, even back at the school. But if she can manage long enough to get some information...