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pilotages

A minute of silence. Two. Kouta tried his best, but something of that large a scale was hard to just... 

Elderflower ❧ If there was one person they wanted to see in the city that isn’t here yet, who would it be? Why?

hey let's talk about Dr Caligosto Loboto at the risk of sounding like shipping trash.

See, the thing is, as far as my headcanons are concerned, after the events of the game he is still the subject of distrust. Raz trusts him, maybe Ford. But everyone else is bitter over the affair and incredibly wary of Oleander. Sasha and Milla kind of keep an eye out for him; not in the "wow I'm worried about him attempting genocide!!" but in this slightly condescending teenager babysitter way. It probably would be stressful and annoying to Oleander and while I would love to have any canon castmates, he'd just oly into the sun.

Loboto is somewhat of a different case. He places a significant portion of his trust in Oleander, even though the Coach could EASILY turn him into Psychonauts custody if he wanted. While it would be hard on Oleander trying to reign the dentist in, he would enjoy the company of someone he can be himself around. It would give him a sense of security, and I think, help release some tension going on.

Ginger Tea ❧ Do they enjoy their time in the city?

actually, yes! Like, there's the stress involved with being in a place without all of his powers and you know having people like sephiroth share the same *vague hand gestures* place or something and OK yeah there's not enough trees. But! BUT!! He likes it.

          Sector 004 was definitely not the safest place compared to the peaceful greenery of Sector 006, but the Princess refused to resign herself to her apartment or just that one sector. She wanted to explore, find the popular sights, and perhaps make a few friends along the way. So, earlier that day she'd left her apartment with her disguise equipped and began her journey to the cultural sector, where she had heard people of many ethnic groups gathered. Surely, it'd be a treat..or so she thought.   

          As soon as she'd stepped off of the train, her disguise had worn off. She hadn't been aware of there being a limit, but decided that it should be fine, no one would bother her. But she was wrong. After exiting the train station, she noticed that she was being followed by a group of much older men. It was worrying, but she tried to take her mind off of it by not paying attention to them so much, perhaps they just happened to be going in the same direction as she was. That is until one of them whistled at her and in response, she started to walk faster and they picked up their pace as well. She could hear them spewing out various cat calls behind her as she walked and try as she might to ignore them, she found it hard to now. After finally having enough, she turns on her heel and stares right at them, mustering up the most intimidating look she possibly can before speaking, ❝ I do not know if you following me around is a coincidence..but I'd like to ask you to please stop. ❞ And they laughed at her, saying nothing in reponse and moved closer to her. She starts to slowly walk backwards now as they near her. ❝ Please..leave me. I am only trying to mind my own business and you all should as well. ❞ 

          They didn't seem to get the message, so she pulled out her BB Gun that she had received upon arrival and pointed it at them. ❝ I'm not afraid to shoot it if I must, please leave. ❞ She gives them a warning once more, but again they do not listen. And so she fires, but it doesn't seem to do much damage and now she's trapped, she has no choice but to run.

                    “...Your world is not of this realm, is it?”

On their way to a near by cafe, the shepherd and vestal were walking through the busy streets of the city, passing through a particularly large crowd, the shepherd turned to speak to the vestal and yet-- 

"Huh..? Agnes?" As soon as he had turned around, the girl that had been at his side was no where to be found. It seemed at some point the two who were hand in hand just moments ago had become separated. Hoping that the female would be near by, he began to frantically search the surrounding area for his companion.

It has been hours, and the vestal felt like she had been only going in circles, with nothing gained. Where was she? Growing a bit desperate, a frazzled Agnés approached a blonde young man, meekly calling out to him.

"P-Pardon me, sir, but I am looking for a cat... It's not very old yet, about this big--" she made a rough gesture of the cat's size with her hands; a juvenile, "--and is white with black and orange patches. Have you, by any chance, seen one of this kind around?"

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      WHAT sets her temper alight had been his words. Even if she were to forget the blatant lie he'd stated then ( Don't leave me... I won't. ) it's difficult not to take this as a mockery. Just as long as you won't be left alone, he'd said. He wants to protect everyone. Well shit, he wants to protect himself is all it is because he doesn't want to be alone and she knew that, didn't she? She can't say if his unchanged self would've been able to see that, but all that's left of her injured pride is the flare that wills her to throw those punches at the boy she should've known she'd regret.

      Trash like you should stay out of Anteiku.

      Blinded rage and anguish were the core of these words she'd yelled out, crimson painting her eyes in the seconds of ire before she questions, why did you have to change...?

      When she leaves, stomps out of the bridge there's a man she's never yet seen, doesn't ever recall seeing before in her life and she's still angered, though regained enough control for her eyes to shift back into her disguise... The kakugan should never be revealed to a human lest she face prejudice and the danger of being reported. Still her anger is flared up, and though she'd have normally just walked on out and suffer the repercussions of what she's done in silence...

      He's never going to come back at this rate-- What have I done?