#raitokurouzu

  No one, he knew absolutely no one in this place. Together with the fact that he also did not own a map or navigational device of any kind, Tasuku had become exhausted looking for things that might have been familiar ( most of this Ward resembled Cho-Tokyo, yet it didn’t ). Sure, he could use his Buddy Skill to fly and gather information about a chunk of his surroundings, but with only having 30 minutes of it a day, he’d rather save it for genuine emergencies. Maybe some other time.

   Just after sitting down on the many benches and heaving a tired sigh, a familiar shape catches his eye. It was just a flash, but he’d recognize that iconic hairdo anywhere ( something was off about it, however, but right now he didn’t care ).

  Yet with how crowded it was, he lost sight of the other within a minute. Dangit! Wait, he’s by the shops now, away from the crowd, but he’s definitely not standing still for long. Not seeing another choice, Tasuku calls out to who he thinks is none other than Gaito Kurouzu.

The song is unfamiliar. She’s taking another walk this time, trying to get a lay of the land that she neither knows nor likes. Frankly, she’s uncomfortable but tries to shake it off before she practically explodes. Best to find something to do, someone to talk to. There has to be someone in this massive place to talk to, and so, she goes on a mission of missions, to find something worthwhile.

At first, there are failures. People who just aren’t interesting, who don’t catch her eye. The sight of a child, however, gives her pause, and she ends up watching for a moment to figure out just what’s happening. 

“Oh.” Penny applauded politely as the boy finished the song, watching as the few others who had been listening gave him a bit of money. Was that custom? A few had drifted away without giving him anything, but watching the others she was pretty sure giving money was custom. 

Unfortunately she didn’t carry much on her. She’d been mugged more than once, both when she’d first run away from home and since having met Winter. People didn’t like robots, she was obviously a robot (no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get her facial expressions perfectly human-like), eventually she started carrying only what she knew she’d need. And a little bag of pennies that she’d found and started collecting after being told that pennies brought good luck.

Hmm.

A sigh escaped the purple haired boy’s lips. Kanata... did ask for him to come to his place, right? It had been a little while since he’d asked, after all. He tapped his foot impatiently, deciding to send a text.

[text to: idiot] hey, doofus, i thought we were going to meet at your place. where ARE you?

What the hell, Kanata.

“Maybe I should just take off...” Go back to Cotes, lay down or something. This was the first time he’d ever actually flaked on him like that, but it was still frustrating.

It was as he was turning to take off that his eyes laid on the two figures before him.

It was still highly unlikely that he’d purposely ditched, but this did give a little bit of explanation, “Care to explain, Nata? What did this one tell you?”

There had been no sign at Point 04. She proceeded on, running as fast as legs could carry her; the demand to traverse the city’s parameters in order to check each safe-zone was easily far too great for a single entity. Despite having only visited two, a further ten waiting, to distance required to venture between each was enormous. There was only so much human willpower could do.

She would cross ways with others retreating towards the last point which she had located, seeking refuge from the monsters which stormed the city hungry for blood. Weary legs could scarcely compete with them, and inevitably, her pace slowed. The protest of her body overpowering by the time she had encountered the scene of a boy whose white hair stood out like a beacon of its own against the crumbled landscape, with werewolf soldiers charging his way. Tired as she were, allowing the possibility that he may come to harm was unacceptable.

With what strength remained in her legs, she catapulted into the field, slamming the belly of Lord Camelot into the pack of wolves, who yelped as they were piled away. And onto the ground with them, she fell, lifting firstly her head in order to direct him.

Admittedly, he was lost. With all of the sudden changes to his surroundings, of course he would be!

Currently, he found himself in- was this a canyon? 

In all of his wandering, though, he thankfully ran into someone he knew, somehow. 

“Raito?” Ah, maybe he could help him, he lived in this ward after all!

But the moment he heard the other say “you got lost too,” he knew there was no hope. This was, apparently, his son after all. Of course he’d take after him, having no sense of direction. 

Well... Raito was right. If Gaito heard about this, he’d have a field day teasing Kanata about it. These thoughts were cut off, though, by his idiot son ramming his head directly into a wall.

Sigh. Wow, he really was his son after all. There was no denying it now. 

Reaching down, Kanata held out a hand to help him up but-

Her first thought upon walking into the house that is apparently hers is-- why the hell is there a kid in her apartment? Like, Kallen had been around some kids, most frequently Nunnally, but Nunnally is becoming a young woman, and this is like-- a kid.