#pocketdogged

The disaster happens in near slow motion. Oz is navigating the burning streets arms above his head to block out the growing flames. One sharp turn down a street later and he notices what seems to be a young boy wandering the city as well-

And as soon as he lays eyes on him, a glitchy beowulf bursts out of a burning storefront sending glass everywhere. It raises a horrible howl to the sky before bounding towards the unsuspecting stranger. “Watch out!”

She didn’t want to go too far from ‘home’. Even that definition, though, is dubious -- a ward and building she was thrown into unceremoniously, without any question of her consent. So it’s no surprise that she finds herself wandering, searching for somewhere more suited for her, somewhere that didn’t remind her of all the inadequacies she could never forget.

The cherry blossoms were beautiful, of course, but they didn’t suit her. They suited Misha, someone far more free and bold than she was.

She finds herself wandering through streets of shops, watching the stalls closely -- curiously -- but not quite confident enough to approach yet. As they peter out, though, they give way to a field of neat green grass, spanned with trails and... dogs?

Aurica tilts her head. “What’s wrong with them...?” As she gets closer, it looks like their heads are some kind of screen, but the animals themselves seemed as energetic as usual. It was almost endearing. Though, they were a little fast moving to --

To be honest, in most cases Flandre wouldn’t of paid attention to this guy for a single second; there were far more interesting targets here. However, she had spotted the dog keychain in his pocket, and the vampire had now decided it had to be hers.

“ Ooooo, that isn’t a bad color! And that pattern is really in right now. Personally though, I think I would go for the purple one ~ ”

                 Now she simply has to make it back to her residence before he grows suspicious. Or worse, worried. She makes a silent prayer that the cat keychain left on her pillow was sufficient in striking down any of those concerns before they could form.

                 ( Surely even HE couldn’t have forgotten what day it was... )

                 Sara’s out of breath by the time she reaches the door, fumbling for her key with one hand while the other holds the colorfully wrapped package to her chest.

                 “J-Joe...!” she calls out the moment the lock gives way, letting herself in. “Sorry, I had to run out to pick something up. Are you still here?”

       gin’s young, small, and with his outfit, it really does seem he can’t be left alone. but he has some survival tact. coupled with his genuine desire to be helpful, he can’t exactly sit still. however, the child is still incredibly naive. the cliffs were out of the question ( people said it’s very sharp there! ) and going to a scary mountain alone? no thank you. he figured the fields of theama would be the easiest to navigate, but again... gin can come across as childishly naive. 

    he’s taken only a few steps inside, and he already feels like he’s seeing things. a glance to the side, and... that head of hair is far too familiar. gin pauses in his walking, debating if he should run with his tail between his legs or try to beat this illusion away. after all, that person is gone. that’s right. they can’t meet again, so this is just a trick of the mind! yeah!

    as if that’s enough to convince himself, gin immediately turns around and jumps at this supposed vision.

he’s definitely seen this person before.

memories haven’t been on his side lately. not so much in forgetting for once, but rather too many were coming in all at once that it was getting way too hard to think. oscar squints as he holds the box in his hands, thumbing his finger over the smooth cardboard surface as he studied the other. flamboyant hair, more accessories than he could count, a bright face that, for some reason, seemed troubled with worry this time...

“ is something wrong? “ he asks before thinking, the panic only sparking seconds after the inquiry. he hides the distress with a cough into his elbow, trying ( and failing ) to look as inconspicuous as possible.

“ you were... looking pretty closely at that, so i was wondering if everything was okay. “ another cough. “ it was looking... kind of weird. “

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Joe!

You will be housed in CONDO 404!

You will retain everything you received in your previous stay.

PLEASE NOTE: As you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make three IC posts else you will be considered inactive once more.