Phantasos

[A soft sigh rattles in his chest as he slowly straightens out his back from where he sits, slumped forward, head hanging and arms draped over his knees as if he'd passed out on the spot. He lifts a hand to his head, rubbing the heel of a gloved palm against the corner of his brow before dropping it to lightly touch his bandaged throat.

His red gaze focuses as he lifts his eyes to his surroundings, blinking once and looking around with startled surprise. What is this? Where am I?

He slowly stands, chain rattling against the pavement and ringing as he gets to his feet. He didn't remember coming here or passing out for that matter. What was he doing here?

He started to walk the street, looking for answers or anything even relatively familiar.]

[You weren't planning on sitting on that park bench, were you? Because Badou is currently laying on its entirety, his feet hanging off the edge because it wasn't easy for tall men to rest on benches; an angry note he planned to send to bench makers everywhere for being so damn inconsiderate of those gifted in height.

Later, of course. He was much too busy now accompanying his smoking with whining sounds-- he was hungry and his money was all back home and this was clearly a very pressing matter. It's why he made it a point to turn up the volume whenever he heard footsteps approaching.]

[It's an odd experience - one minute you're being crushed to death by a giant EVA hand, and the next you're in a strange city without a scratch or an injury. After a good deal of wandering, Kaworu quickly realizes that he doesn't know this part of Tokyo-3 - if he's still in Tokyo-3 at all - and that he's very much alive. What happened?

Well, he can worry about that later. For now, he's seated outside of a coffee shop with a quickly cooling cup of coffee beside him. It's bitter, and he doesn't remember that you're supposed to add anything to make it more palatable, so he's given up on it for now in favour of people-watching.

Not many people, though. What weird kind of city is this? It's in good repair, but barely anyone is here. Without thinking, he takes another sip of his coffee, then pulls a face and sets it down again; it's even worse when it's cold.]

((ooc: testing out a memoryless Kaworu in advance of an app. that means no memories of Marina or any of the DRs! Have at him.))

[ GUESS WHO'S SETTING THINGS ON FIRE ]

[ ZELMAN IS ]

[ What's a bored vampire to do? Anyway, Zelman is standing around with his hands in his pockets watching the buildings burn down -- because he's setting them on fire with his EYES. He's in an extraordinarily good mood and probably won't mind any curious or angry onlookers. ]

[The tavern's loud and noisy, filled to the rafters with pirates and other sorts of low-class riffraff. Some drag tables towards each other, settling down and passing out drinks to each other while others seclude themselves to the corners - quiet and anonymous.]

[Naoto's not interested in any one pirate, she's interested in them all. Too many rats stink up the place, so to speak. She pushes open the doors and walks on inside, attracting both suspicious and lecherous glances with her long katana and the shortness of her skirt.]

[She unsheathes her sword.]

Five seconds, or I'll take it upon myself to kick you out.

[Is she serious? Will you try and help her as a fellow militia? Challenge her, sneer at her as a pirate? Or cling to her as a civilian that needs saving? You could be anything really.]

[Who is a confused homunculus? Why that would be Envy, of course. Pretty sure Envy had been chasing after that horrible, wretched little girl from Xing. The one that had kept the half dead homunculus in a jar? The same little girl said homunculus fooled into coming back to Central? True enough, it had been pretty easy to get her to come, with all the promises of finding the secret to immortality as well as protecting her friends. Humans and their friendship... That's something Envy's never going to understand. Not even in another hundred years.

Enough about that, because fuck Envy is not in Central now. The lack of anything remotely related to Father is non-existent. It's enough to make Envy frown. Aren't they supposed to oh... DIE if any one of them leave the country/circle.

Certainly still feels solid. Can still feel the souls that comprise the Philosopher's Stones inside its body cry out... So not dead yet. With an irritated huff and hands on hips, Envy's just going to be lurking around.]


((ooc: Voice testing!))

[It's definitely not your every day fairytale.]

[It's a mushroom forest. Yes, one giant mushroom forest where the fungi are as big as an average person. Some are large enough to sleep in, others are rotting to the core. The blue sky is blindingly bright, with a few puffy clouds lazing about. Other than the mushrooms there's absolutely no other sign of life. Naoto is just staring dumbly at it all, not even noticing the ridiculous ensemble on her.

Alice in a Wonderland.

Someone shoot her.]