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"I'm sure it is." She tells him conversationally despite wholeheartedly agreeing. Angel recognizes him. From an app she can't bring herself to download despite the kids constantly sending her links. Every clip depicting a show of strength or a fancy fighting move got sent her way with an "it u!" caption.

His were particularly popular. And particularly interesting too.

She had an inkling just watching the videos. But now that she's standing right next to him, she feels it in her bones. The way the energy of someone who transcends human vibrates her senses.

She doesn’t watch much television, but she’s sure Hau’s showed her pictures before. Or maybe it was when she became Champion? It seemed like something she should know, after all. And looking at the figure, the Charizard by their side...

Girl slips through the crowds, quiet as a mouse and approaches the champion with one hand giving a tug on his cloak from behind and her other pointed up at his partner.

      Now that was a head of vivid hair if he had ever seen one. And certainly Koujaku had seen quite the big of different hair-- unusual colors? No such thing. But that red was striking, really. And perhaps the style added to it. Honestly, it looked like the fellow could go for a trim, really.

      It was still early in the evening. Earlier than he usually worked--- but hey, the time was right, it was getting dark. And the mutant found it was the exact right moment to break his way into a closed up building and find any secret stashes they had put away. He wasn’t in the best shape with his powers still locked up, but hey--- he could still distress a security system till it broke.

      Illegal activities were always his game no matter where he was. And he was good at it. But.. Sometimes he was a little oblivious to passerby's. Or someone who may have been watching as he shoved his new collection in his coat and made his way back out the upper window level he had found easiest to break into.

      With a hop, the man hit the ground lightly, fingers just barely touching the ground--- And, well... When the red eyes mutant looked up, he was met with a new face he had yet to see.

It seems as if the entire city has come down to the beach--and Rui is no exception. Though not typically in the grandest haste to perform a great deal of strenuous physical activity, the allure of the place is difficult to resist.

Besides, it may only be a temporary respite.

He’s been down to the shore and back again; his return from the sea is only for non-salt water, but there’s this serious-looking fellow on the way who appears to be either caught in his thoughts, or between the decision to actually get in on the beach-time action.

He’s been there for a while, Rui thinks, so he decides to act.

The stranger’s addressed with a teasing smile, but it’s entirely friendly.

“So are you intending to enjoy yourself at some point?”

It's eerily similar to Enoshima's Despairing world, and for a moment, Naegi has trouble seeing any difference at all.

He pushes all those thoughts aside and helps an injured NPC through the door of a nearby shelter; turning around and wiping sweat from his brow, he surveys the area. 

And spots a familiar face, in the distance.