#memcria

For Nata, this time saw the Winds Gasp calm and empty, and so he had decided to make an excursion to its heart in an attempt to gather some prime fulgurite. He figured that it would be the perfect material to trade with the locals for some better ingredients he could share with the rest of his unit.

Having already stuck out to the halfway point of his quest, Nata decided to stop by the Oasis in order to refill his canteen, and give his Seikret the chance to rest. They could reach the Wind's Gasp, and be back by the late afternoon.

Crouched into a knelt, the boy was scooping water to rinse the back of his neck, and fill his canteen, when the soft cadence of approaching footsteps on the sand drew his attention.

He glances over his shoulder, and rises to his feet as he spies the statuesque silhouette of a stranger growing near . . .

He definitely had a variable amount of questions to ask. How did she end up on Angel Island? What sort of fight had she been in that led to this sorry state? That's not even counting on the big question...

Who the heck was this person???

Though, Knuckles wasn't heartless, unlike his foes, so the questions could wait. Reclusive? Yes. A bit self-centered? Absolutely. Overprotective of his home and possessions? 100%.

But not heartless.

" Well, there's the fact I've never seen someone like you before. " He has a bit of a smirk as he says that, a kick back on his heels and hands behind his head showing that he's also fairly relaxed and casual about this. He always likes meeting new people after all! " And there's also the fact I know that look in your eye. "

He turns away from her to look over their surroundings. Good ol' Station Square. One of the biggest cities in the world, and one of his favorites.

"You there. Are you by chances the samurai that goes by Mizu?" Musashi asked as he approached the fellow warrior. His two blades resting on his side. One was average length while the other was shorter by a one fourth of the other.

Romance offered a brief wave as he stepped off the stage, the roar of screaming fans washing over him. Even with Gwi-Ma gone dead, sealed, whatever it was it didn’t matter anymore. What counted was that he and the other Saja Boys were finally free to live their own lives, and he intended to make the most of it.

He lifted one more big wave toward the crowd, letting the rush of their adoration and desire pour into him. Just because he wasn’t out there hunting souls didn’t mean he couldn’t savor the attention that came with being this damn irresistible.

After saying goodbye to the rest of the Saja Boys, he headed out of the stadium. Turning the corner, his eyes widened, a bright smile spreading across his face. “Well hello there, beautiful. I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me or something at this rate we keep running into each other.”

Making Ragatha chase him around the circus was pretty funny; not only was she chasing and probably not going to catch him, but she was all worked up about it, too! That was the best part!

“Keep it up, Rags!” Jax teased over his shoulder, pupils big and bright, “and ya might just get this back!”

He held the blue bow above his head, swaying it from side to side on purpose as he ran around. He bumped into Gangle and made her comedy mask fall and break- she whimpered in the background- and then ran harder.

“Whoever gets to your room first wins!!” he hollered loudly, almost too quickly to be understood, and in a singsong-y tone. “If you win, I’ll give it back~!”

Mizu had sensed something had changed in the air during her travels. Someone, or something was watching her. It was feeling she was all to familiar with. She simply walked on, but kept her hand on the hilt of her katana as she tried to determine if her observer was a threat or not. After a while, she decided to let her watcher know she knew they were there. Whipping around, she brandished her weapon at them with the speed of someone who had done it many times before. However, once she laid eyes on the strange beast, her breath caught in her throat. It was...a tiger. But not one she had ever seen before. Usually the tigers depicted in paintings were orange, not blue. Nor did she think they were this big. More importantly, why hadn't it attacked her yet? It had plenty of opportunities to do so. "What...are you?" She asked it, not really expecting an answer.

The creature's massive head tilted to one side, a curious rumble resonating deep in his chest. He didn't really see the sword as a threat, honestly, despite how skilled it's wielder was and the speed with which it was brandished in his direction.

It was almost funny!

The question was 'answered' with a moan that sounded a lot like a very mournful mooing. The bulbous eyes slightly unfocus, one blinking followed by the other with a couple seconds of delay.