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[and so, he took off.]

[though shiroki wasn’t a very strong flier, he could keep in the air for a good while before running on empty. unfurling the shimmering, snowy wings, he pushed himself off of the ground, glancing down as the few straggling undead filled in the empty spot he left behind. ew… this wasn’t something he ever thought he’d deal with. like he’d suddenly been thrown into some cheesy zombie horror movie. but, for once, the concept of zombies actually struck a bit of fear into his hardened heart.]

[maybe it was the idea of his mother... no.]

[shaking his head to push the thought aside, he headed off, though narrowing his eyes as he noticed… something. in the air.]

[was that a dragon what the fuck.]

[he slowly fluttered closer, just watching for a moment in utter disbelief.]

Galekh was getting a little... concerned.

Well. To be honest, it was more than a little. More like... the concern was gnawing at the back of his thinkpan, dull pain of worry coursing through his fraying nerves.

But, that wasn’t an easy thing to express. “A little” was quicker to say than all that.

Moreover, he was concerned about someone he wouldn’t ever really admit being concerned about. Either from his own pride, or because said person would laugh in his face if he spoke of it, he wasn’t prepared to admit how he was feeling in any context like this. No sir, none of that mushy emotional stuff towards him.

Him, who... Galekh hadn’t seen horn nor hair of since this whole mess started.

In an impulse move before he could overthink his actions, he whipped out his palmhusk, typing up a quick message and sending it out before shoving it unceremoniously back into his pocket and continuing his trek away from the  lumbering undead.

To: Gorjek <3< From: Galekh Xigisi

Like a coward Sasuke had avoided the shambler that resembled his mother. He had taken down countless corpses by this point, but he just couldn’t face her.

“...I didn’t....I just..ran. I’m sorry.”

[Not that you can find it in yourself to care much about what’s really going on in this place. The only thing that matters at the moment is saving your own skin.]

[With the undead rattling through the unfamiliar streets, your sense of self-preservation is at an all time high. You manage to break past a jammed door and into a dusty, barren building that seemed rather safe from the onslaught of shambling monsters, lights shorted out and paint chipped at the seams. Though it wasn’t ideal, you figured you could hide out here for a while… and maybe find some art supplies to boot. Wandering around, your eye catches a rather low ventilation grate hanging loose on its screws, and you make your sleepy way to pull the weak metal down, peering into the vent.]

[It seemed… roomy enough. You could probably fit in there and avoid any creatures that may come shambling through.]

[As you hoist yourself up and scrunch yourself into the narrow opening, lanky limbs sticking every which way, your sleepy eye catches an… unexpected sight from its peripheral, causing you to glance over while halfway into the vent.]

[A young troll, no older than 5 or so sweeps at your estimate, with painted horns and an equally painted face stands before you, bandolier strapped to his chest and knife handles jutting every which way out of his pockets. Despite his war hero like appearance, he looks rather… innocent, and in any other situation you might find the sight a bit amusing. Like a kid playing pretend.]

[This wasn’t a situation for pretend, though. Not in the slightest.]

[You adjust your hat, setting it back further on your head so your vision is just a little more clear of olive headwear. Though, due to your sitting position, it threatens to flop back into your face, smushed against the ceiling of the opening you’ve wormed yourself into.]

CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: ..You alright..

[Except… this person seemed to be an exception. At least, from first impressions.]

[Trotting down a rather barren, monsterless area of Fibonacci, slow pace echoing your steps around the run-down buildings, you come across a small influx of odd graffiti, scattered around the bottom of the buildings that no one cared to paint over anymore. It was… a little mesmerizing. Spotting art in such a desolate place, a spark of color amongst the faded brick.]

[So naturally, you followed the trail, hoping to find the pot of gold at the end of the theoretical rainbow.]

[And gold you find, for a short olive crouching in front of a half-finished piece of graffiti is what greets you around the corner, stopping in your tracks as you just… watch for a moment.]

CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: ..

[C’mon, say something… You pat your cheeks with your gloved hands, trying to will yourself to speak despite your awe.]

CHARUN: ..Nice to.. see a fellow artist around here..

At this point, he was more worried about his own self-preservation over anything else, rushing off to areas of Archimedes he wasn’t familiar with in the slightest. Marble walls, Greek architecture, he got turned around in his urgency to escape, eventually throwing caution to the wind and ducking inside what looked to be a storage room for a larger eatery, pulling the door shut behind him with a heavy sigh.

His relief was short lived, though, for once he noticed someone else was in the room, his frayed nerves gave out on him and he jumped, pushing himself against the wall before processing that the other figure wasn’t a threat.

“O- Oh, geez, I-“

He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses a bit.

“I- I’m sorry. You startled me there, I didn’t… expect anyone else to be in here.”

Luckily for the indigo, he still had his strength despite his appearance. Though he had to run a ways, he managed to find a rather sturdy looking, tall tree, hoisting himself up it with a grunt and gazing down at the undead slowly drawing nearer to his respite. With a sigh, he made his slow, lumbering way up the tree, seating himself in a sturdy branch about halfway up.

Though his nerves were heightened due to both the creatures below and the potential snapping of the branch, he allowed himself a moment of rest, sighing softly and scratching at the side of his head. Geez, look at you, Galekh… up a tree and surrounded like some sort of horror film. It would almost be comical, if he wasn’t so terrified.

And like a horror film came a jumpscare, as a rustling in the branches near him caught him off guard enough to nearly fall into the fleshy mass below. Steadying himself against the trunk, he looked up and narrowed his eyes, adjusting his glasses as he tried to spot what had made the noise.

“… N… Nepeta? Is that you?”

Riding on top of a sentient train through a group of walking corpses was the last thing Sasuke thought he’d ever do. In fact he probably would’ve never thought something like this would happen to him. And yet there he was, riding on top of Percy as he rammed through the undead. 

“Are you sure this isn’t hurting you? I can fight them you know.”