“You were looking for the... shrine?” There was an apparent look of confusion on her face, wondering what a boy like him would want to do over there. She just so happened to know where it was since she had visited it once before, but her memory was still foggy to not be able to give him precise directions.

“A-Aaah! Sakuya, stop that!” Junpei gave an exasperated sigh as he looked over to the area that his pokemon had just snowed, raising an eyebrow when he noticed that she’d managed to get someone other than just himself.

At first, the Spirit that it was a bright idea getting something from one of the various food venders one could find on the side of the street, but without actually knowing what to do with said item had left her highly confused. She had never really eaten anything before, and the smell of it wasn’t something that she enjoyed. And so she decided maybe best to give it to someone else as she wrinkled her nose a bit at it. Looking around a bit, she finally picked a person before letting some notes from her to catch their attention before holding the item out to them. 

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   Much to your dismay, many of Hive City’s stray beasts are just TOO BIG.

Normally this wouldn’t be an issue for you, but you are a less effective huntress without any of your artificial claws. You’re keeping an eye out for any suitable replacement, but your luck is so far coming up short. Oh well. In the meantime, you’ll just have to target smaller beasts.

Currently, it’s a rabbit-like creature sitting idle in some grass — you’re crouched down low, crawling slowly, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce, aaand... it skitters away. Not because of your approach, but someone else’s.

You blink, briefly glancing up at the person who intruded.

　　　 The city is in shambles. The remains of what were once proud buildings lay in heaps, broken islands in a sea of destruction and debris. This city has seen more than its fair share of war and bloodshed, yet it has always recovered - until now.

　　　 It is with a certain darkness in his eyes that Sinbad gazes out at the wreckage before him. It is not a wholly unfamiliar sight,and for that, he cannot help but curse silently. It is missing only blood, tears, and the scent of the sea to recreate what he once survived in Sindria; the very reminder is enough to heat his blood.

       He's unsure exactly what the other person is focusing on ( an animal? he sees tufts of fur ) but it sparks his own curiosity enough for him to glance over a few times, considering whether he should go over and investigate himself. His mind is made up for him, when a rather large plant beside the other starts moving, and he instinctively moves in order to pull the male and the animal out of harms way -- from a giant maw that was just about to have a meal.