New World New You

[holographica]

-> (1)

It begins with a bang; then, disorientation, darkness, dismayed voices, and spells that weigh down your limbs like heavy shackles...

The people keeping you captive seem as unsure as you are of what just happened, and argue and mutter amongst themselves, though they don't hesitate to restrain you, chain you to a pipe in the wall of this bottom floor of an underground parking garage, or lock you alone into a smaller room of the abandoned building where the summoning was held. You seem to unnerve them; they don't want to look you in the eye, and if they have to touch you to lock you up, they do so gingerly, nervously.

But maybe, once they leave you to yourself to go and argue and regroup in private, you're not quite alone? You weren't the only person to come out of the array. You have at least one companion in your confusion, one person restrained like you and not wearing the cultists' strange masks. Take comfort, take inventory, and prepare for anything.


-> (2)

The Joyous were prepared for you to attempt escape. Their preparations don't quite match what they got, but even poorly calibrated spells will do something, and the effects of knockout darts and magically reinforced walls don't discriminate. It's time to blow this popsicle stand...

...But you may want to take a moment to comb the area - once the Joyous have had enough time and reason to weigh their options, they'll run, leaving behind the incriminating results of their "botched" summoning. Those less able to escape confinement under their own power may need a hand, or to band together, or, at worst, to wait quite a while for locals to stumble across them...


-> (3)

You step outside into an unfamiliar town; small, sparse, just off a major highway running through the Neloi Flats. A perfect place for a cult looking for an unoccupied building, because there are a lot of those here, as though the town's peak has come and gone, leaving behind rusty signs for roadside attractions and a main street retinue of shops made of sheer stubbornness and spite.

There's not much direction here. There are locals, who will be confused by you, possibly wary and disbelieving. There's a temple, small like the village but likely to have charity you need right now. There's a highway, and following it in either direction will take you to one of two very different cities.

There's a whole country of possibilities before you, in fact. What ones will you chase, and will you do it alone?



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[corruptedcoil]

[ Alisaie had been in her eternal rest, to be the Seal of Bahamut. The only reason she was meant to stir is if Ku Lu - or Urianger - required her. A duty she hoped those two would take seriously.

She had not expected a Cult - and not one which wasn't the Lambs of Dalamud. But as she awoke, her mind turned to internal fear. She wouldn't stay still - don't mind the Au Ra looking lady who's attacking cultists before they flee, using her tail mostly - for her Grimoire is still MIA. (It's nearby, however.) Who knows, she might even be there and helping you escape. She's not saying any words, but she will pause to look at you - either somebody captured or somebody already escaping. That's a lie, however. Alisaie is speaking, but in another tongue. ]

Yah kohl hess dysh na.

[ In her dreams, she's been recalling a dead language. Letting it help with her magic. ]

[photoshooter]

[Prompto stirs only slightly.]

Uhn...

[He's beat-up and battered--not from anything the Joyous did, if they weren't busy running for their lives they might swear he got here like that--and for that reason, perhaps, his restraints aren't so strict. His ankles are chained together and his wrists behind his back, but he's not tethered to anything in this dark, manmade space. They've left him where they can keep an eye on him but he's out of the way, not as concerned with him as they are with some of their livelier summons.

The change in noise brought on by Alisaie's attack rouses him somewhat, and he breathes in, winces at the movement of bruised ribs, and forces his eyes open. It sounds like a woman, and it sounds like she's talking? But Prompto can't make out the words, even as he lifts his head from the floor.]

What...?

[How are you doing that to your h's, lady.]

[corruptedcoil]

[ Alisaie turns. Another who was taken - one who seemed not to be a Primal?

...Can she even speak the tongue of man? Deep inside, she worries she'll temper this man if she happens to talk wrong - but on the other hand, he was injured. She approaches, a small hiss in her voice... but out comes actual Common. ]

You are hurt. Need-- help out?

[ She says, quite curtly. She can't stay here - whoever summoned her might have found her brother. (Alisaie does not believe this isn't Eorzea. Not yet.) As she speaks, however, she's working at his ties - using her Auri horns to try and break the restraints. ]

[maximumest]

[The cultists were right to be afraid of them. Three times now one of their 'prisoners' had awoken and torn the chains they'd bound him with as if they were tissue paper, three times now they'd had to resort to sleep spells to keep him contained as tranquilizers hadn't even pierced his skin. Mind-affecting magic seemed effective when nothing else was, a small mercy to those he could probably tear asunder as effortlessly as the steel they'd tried to use.

There was nothing left of the one person he'd succeeded in reaching, before they tried magic.

But thus sedated, the unusually tall being was a remarkably unnoteworthy roommate, his 'bindings' this time nothing more than token rope as if aware there was really no point in trying again, simply ... sleeping through everything everyone else might have to endure, still save for the rise and fall of his chest and the occasional sleepy twitch of his long, furred tail. It isn't until there's the sound of someone resorting to violence that he even stirs, in the slow awkward way of someone fighting off the lingering effects of unwanted sleep.

Someone had said something, but the words were a jumble. Not galactic standard, not his own native tongue. The person was ... tiny and scaly? Not a species he recognized. Was she the one who kept putting him to sleep?

.. No. That was the source of the violence. But not very effective. She'd be better off using he claws. Did she have claws? She had scales, most scaled things had claws..]

I don't speak that language.

[He looks hyur-ish, as he sits up carefully, scrubbing the side of his face with one hand. If hyur had fuzzy tails and were the height of roegadyn. Violence. She was escaping?

He should too, maybe she'd draw their sorcery away.]

[corruptedcoil]

[ What a tall being. She was giving a small huff, letting her body pause before one more escaped. Death would be a mercy, she thought.

But this other had spoken. Every word she said was more then planned - every word could temper somebody, she thought. Tailed...? She was tailed now as well. Perhaps he had been cursed by these men.

Could they curse them? ]

Dravanian. Dragonspeak. Uncommon language.

[ ...She's finding herself dropping words, even as she speaks Common. ]

Reira Akaba | OTA

[soft_focus]

[She had been screaming so loudly, before everything went white. Before the light had blinded her, and all sensation with her, and she awaited the 'end'. It wouldn't really be the end of course. She knew that much.

But it would mostly be the end. She'd be 'reborn'. She wouldn't remember anyone, or anything...and if it all worked out, perhaps even her brother would forget her. But it would have been worth it, as long as They survived.

Except then she opened her eyes. Her body coursing with the same energy she feared, searing her every being as a dark voice began to stir in the back of her mind.

Where is this..? they both think, but while she numbly begins to take in the blurred forms of those around her, the voice in her head begins to grow stronger.

I... ...You..?

And it fills with rage. HOW...DARE YOU..!

Reira chokes-and the people across from her are arguing as the energy keeps coursing through her body, causing it to seize. She can still see the bracelets on her arm. But how? They can't be here, that's impossible, she sealed Zarc, she beat him, it should have worked-

The bracelets seem to shrink as she strains to sit up, and soon enough they burn right through the fabric.

That's when Reira begins to panic.] Nnnhhnh-

[That's when she starts to push at the bracelets frantically, succeeding in nothing more than lining them up along her forearm as scraps of fabric fall to the ground. Her whimpers grow more panicked-her arm stiffens, and now the summoners turn, as she struggles to keep her cries to herself and 'push' or 'scratch' or somehow banish what is on her arm-as claws develop from nails, as the skin darkens and pales to a shade not unlike Zarc's deathly pallor, the bracelets creating small 'oozing' divets as they sink into the flesh until nothing more than the stone is there.] HNGHH- HHHAHHHH-!! [It's not going. The arm is 'scaled', thick skinned, with the stones there-and still it tenses and seizes, the girl staring to it in horror-

She can hear him in her mind, let me out, LET ME FREE!, and with a slight scream she's pulled into the restraints of a number of chains, carted off to another room and tied there. Left alone. Left to think.

What happened?

And what will that mean for ZARC?]

[1 - It's Where My Demons Hide]

[She has been quiet. No tears, no screams, not even while her arm continued to seize. She's felt worse. She's handled worse-accepting Zarc into her soul, if anything, was the most painful, and with his entire dark essence sitting there still there is a burning pain that she's not sure is ever going to go away, so she might as well get used to it.

The alternative, she fears, is doing exactly what he wishes, and she refuses to do that.

I NEED TO FIGHT!

LET ME OUT!

She refuses!

In the darkness of the room however, as her eyes adjust, she realizes something in the end.

...She's not alone.] ...H...Who's there..?

[Does she know you..?]

[3 - And I Watch From A Distance]

[Everyone got out in the end. One way or another, alone or apart, they got out. She got her duel disk back, and her cards as well, but somehow it provides little relief to the situation. Reira clutches her twisted arm at her side, hair shifting uncomfortably at her back as she walks. She's not used to having no jacket. She's not used to her hat being gone. All of the idle thoughts in her head are met with ferocious snarls of 'NO ONE CARES!' on top of that, and that's another point she's far from used to, frankly.

She tries to ignore Him for now. It gets easier when all he says 'something something LET ME OUT', as much as it still stings her head and sends shudders of absolute and crippling fear through her spine.

It's a town that they're in now, at least. The people haven't said much, even if she is a child. One or two asks if she's alright before they see the arm, and then they just mutter to themselves, and stare...

...It's a familiar look, so she moves on. But she needs shelter...she needs something, and with a nervous swallow she thus seeks out the temple. Maybe there's something there. Maybe...]

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[lostcompany]

[Hallelujah has been in a state of dull panic ever since the world winked out and replaced itself with...people that were definitely not Ashura-kai, and not anything or anyone he would be immediately familiar with. He'd thought very briefly of trying to defend himself, but habits stick, and in the time it would have taken to psyche himself up for that they'd done...something bizarre and heavy and carted him off to a dark room.

Abe definitely knows he's gone. He'll definitely come, or else...or else...something will happen that will show Hallelujah what he needs to do.

The weirdest part about all of this is that they didn't take his phone. You'd think that would be the first thing, but...it's there in his pocket, undamaged, the summoning app still working from the glance he took at its screen. He hasn't called Chiro, but knowing that he could if he tried is a comfort.

He's not there long when the door opens again (ow bright) and someone else is dragged in roughly - he stays very quiet and very still, paralyzed, wondering, what the hell? - and no questions are answered when they leave. It's quiet. It's - awkward, honestly, but being the first one to speak is not in Hallelujah's nature. He realizes after a moment that he's not even sure whether they know he's in here with them, and, in that case, should they know?

Confusion defaults to inaction.

But then...

Oh. Okay. It's a kid.]

...I - [He sounds absolutely freaked. Nothing to do about that - his throat's all seized up.] I'm tied up. Um.

[Which doesn't actually answer the question, but his first, lightheaded impulse is to assure this person he's not armed or dangerous.

He laughs a little, sounding not at all amused and completely out of his depth.]

Are, uh, you too, right?

[soft_focus]

[They didn't really have time to search pockets, Reira supposes. Unfortunately for her, her duel disk was Not in her pocket, it was on her arm...so that was taken, not that she's paying much attention to it. Right now she's busy cradling her arm, staring into the darkness and squinting until she can make out the shape of whoever else is in here.

The blinding light and panic had kept her distracted before-but when an answer comes, she has to sigh when it turns out she isn't hallucinating or seeing shadows that aren't there.

That. Now THAT would be something she can't handle.

It takes her a brief moment to parse 'too' as a form of 'also' rather than 'two'-but the latter wouldn't make sense, and she scolds herself, ignoring the angered hisses she receives in kind. She's fine. She's fine. She's...fine...]

...I'm okay. ...They tied me up too, [she replies, trying to force movement into her right arm.] ...Do...

...Do you know where this is..?

3

[maximumest]

[The stench of fear was everywhere in this town. Had Broly been more like his kin and less like himself he'd probably have chased them around simply to watch them panic and scream, but he ... hasn't. Freedom was something to be savored, yes, but there were more important things to do like figure out which planet he was on and then find a way to tell his father where he was without annihilating it in the process.

Which means sitting down and doing what saiyans don't do best - thinking. His chosen perch is the temple, sitting cross-legged on its roof as if that's where he belonged, expression a dark scowl. Releasing his power would certainly draw Paragus' attention, but would that be before or after he ran out of atmosphere to breathe?

Something was moving below. .. A child?

Children were bad news. Things always seemed to go wrong when they were around, and the younger they were the worse things seemed to go.]

You won't find anyone in here.

[That may or may not be complete bullshit.]

3

[planetary_bonds]

[Reira's not the only one who's turned to the temple for shelter. Maybe by the time she finds herself in the library, she'll have found out about the food, at least.

The library is a nice place, isn't it? Quiet, isolated...no one really would look up from whatever they're perusing to look at a girl and her strange arm. It's...safe.

So maybe it's not a surprise to find another young man here, poring over what looks to be a book about magical physics and its uses in magical technology with an intense expression on his face. His clothes may be rather odd, compared to the locals, so that might set him apart already...

But the thing sitting next to him on a table might get her attention more. It looks...clunky, compared to the small pad she uses, but...

That's a duel disk, isn't it?]

ota 3

[lostcompany]

[Oh. So that's what the sun looks like.

There's so much going on that Hallelujah is kind of dizzy with it, and still half-sure that he's dreaming - there's light (ow) and this clean green smell and big, open space, and cars?, and people who seem completely unconcerned with Chironnupu's existence (though Hallelujah puts him away before long, to save precious battery). And there's - holy shit, food, actual fresh fruit and real animal meat and the one best argument against this being a dream is that he's not sure he could dream up a meal that tastes like this.

He asks some apparently-weird questions about the temple, then realizes their weirdness and withdraws to eat his food and collect his thoughts.

His phone picks up no signal. This is not Tokyo. This is some other fantasy of a life he's been transplanted into, and he feels a bit more existential about it than he can ever remember feeling about anything that's happened to him before.

An older teen rigs him up a charger in exchange for some time spent prodding at his weird parallel-universe cell phone. Hallelujah parks himself in the temple lobby by an electrical outlet that looks like a Martian invented it, lets Chiro curl up in his lap, and starts fighting his way through the stack of maps and booklets he'd been handed.

Knowing where you are is good when you're on your own, he guesses.]

[photoshooter]

[Prompto doesn't plan on staying long in the temple. He's too jumpy from captivity and afraid of this strange place to stick around so many people he doesn't know, as well-meaning as they seem to be. He just wants to go home, or--well, back to Noctis. Back to the Regalia. Back to the only friends he's ever known.

When he takes a look around, though, he spots the kid by the wall with what looks like a map. Maps are Important. Prompto hesitates for a moment, torn between his very real exhaustion and nerves and the need to man up and take care of himself for once. Like a flash, the memory of Noctis slicing at him on the roof of the train zings back. Prompto shakes his head and approaches as cheerfully as he can, tugging his wristbands up to make sure they cover both his bar code and the broken circles of skin where he'd been shackled for too long.]

Uh, hey! So, excuse me, but--

[And then he sees it. Small. Foxlike. Adorable. It's so cute.

Forgetting his injuries in an instant, Prompto crouches immediately, a delighted smile lighting up his face.]

Well hey there, little guy! Aren't you adorable. I've never seen a puppy like that, what's its name?

[Prompto addresses the last to Hallelujah, not unlike a puppy himself in his enthusiasm.]

[missleadingquestions]

[So things are pretty lonely right now and, well, this one kid Maya recognises from earlier has a COOL ANIMAL. Now that she's been adequately fed by their charitable new neighbors Maya's eager to get back to socializing since it would appear everyone she knows is, well. Gone.]

Is that real?

[Maya asks, peering over Hallelujah and Chiro with some kind of half-eaten bread roll in her hand.]

I mean, the puppy! But-- wait, is your phone working?

[Listen there's a lot of questions she has to ask all at once]

[n_octis]

[ Noctis is still lost and confused. He's trembling and still using his Togekiss to steady his steps. At least he's moved from riding on her back - as the King of Team Plasma, he needs to look presentable.

That is, until he hears a snarl from Stella. She is concerned about the other beast - talking to Noctis in Pokemon. After a few sentences between the two, he limps over. ]

...Your phone broken, too?

[ His Xtransceiver hasn't been picking up signal - no way to contact anybody else. Well, he can still play the videogames, but that's different. ]

[3] - OTA

[photoshooter]

[So. Okay. This definitely isn't Niflheim. That's some good news.

The bad news is that this town doesn't appear to be anywhere on Eos. The surroundings look similar enough to some of the smaller towns and outposts he and his friends visited, but the little differences he catches unsettle him. As much as his--well, his everything aches, Prompto finds himself restless, unwilling to stay in one place too long.

He wanders the town for a while, rubbing his chafed wrists, looking for the smallest scrap of familiarity. A Crow's Nest diner, or a fishing spot, or, man, even one of those awful portraits of local figures they used to find all over the world. (Or Noctis. Or Ignis, or Gladio. Anyone. Anyone.) But Prompto finds nothing of the sort, and the local shops' price tags aren't even written in a currency he recognizes. Wherever he is, he's on his own. He's not sure he should trust the locals, given his circumstances. He swallows.]

Man, oh, man, what've I gotten myself into now...?

[Eventually, he wanders out beyond the town's edges, hoping against hope for a glimpse of the Regalia rolling smoothly across the open road towards him, driven by--well, no, it wouldn't be Ignis's steady hand, now, would it. A Regalia urged forward by Noct, just a little too fast for comfort, urgent with the need to find his friend and apologize...

Of course, the road is empty. Prompto sighs and turns to look for familiar plants and places to lay a trap, like Gladio was teaching them all.

Later, as the sun starts to dip towards the horizon and Prompto begins to worry about things that go bump in the night, he takes his vegetable spit off the campfire he made, sniffs it uncertainly, and steels himself.]

Well, now or never, I guess. Prompto, it's sink or swim this time, buddy.

[With the remarkable lack of survival skill that makes him who he is, Prompto tries nibbling on one charred tuber, yelps, and holds the spit away, sticking his poor, burnt tongue into the early evening air.

If anyone finds themselves drawn to the smell of toasty (if we're being generous; ruined, if we're not) vegetables or the sound of an idiot hecking up his own life, they'll find a young blond man in black frantically fanning his mouth and whimpering. As if this day could get any worse.]

[soft_focus]

[Reira admittedly was attracted more by the smell of burning food than she was the sounds of someone burning their tongue. She certainly SEES the man burning his tongue, but she tries not to pay too much attention to that as she peers out from some plant coverage, frowning a little in judgement. Smooth, dude...smooth...

Still, burning plants...she hasn't seen too much cooking in her life, but she has enough sense to at least examine it from afar. Hopefully that isn't poisonous.

She's certainly not checking (bad enough she has a mutated right arm, but strangers don't have a good history for her), but she. Could probably try and get help if he collapsed right now.

Probably.

Erp.]

[n_octis]

[ It wasn't the smell which brought the two to the campfire. (Well, that was a little lie.) Noctis had been held for quite some time, in the dark. Injured and hurt, questioned. Once he had been freed by his Togekiss - these people hadn't expected a beast held inside a small ball - Noctis had been trembling and suffering the side-effects of seeing the Dream World. The two, thusly, hadn't gone close to town.

No, Stella had decided to let Noctis remain on her back as she soared around, landing only when she was sure that they weren't anywhere close to where they'd been. The paths and environment unfamiliar - and besides, she wasn't much of a flyer. She was more of a battler.

It was the light of the campfire which brought the two near. But when he was visible, Noctis looked over - letting himself stand from his Chocobo-sized steed - and couldn't help but smile a little.

Prompto. They hadn't gotten separated. Had they? They'd been separated in wherever the Dreams led. And every step seemed to aggravate his own injuries. (Not just his injuries from this day, but his deep scars from Genesect.) Might as well... give a wave and call out. ]

Prompto?

[maximumest]

[why Broly's even remotely still in the vicinity is a very good question, even he doesn't know. He wasn't going to find out where he is just by hanging around these strangers, that's for sure, and-

... is that a fire?

Prompto's visitor is sudden, literally dropping from the sky on the other side of the campfire right about when the incident with the burning mouth on burnt vegetables thing happens. Honestly, at least he could be mistaken for a weirdly tall human, and Prompto like a tailless saiyan with the wrong hair color but ... is that a veggie?

It looks like a veggie.

Anything Broly would have said goes unspoken as a look of mixed pity and disgust crosses his face.]

Is that a root?

[A root! Plants weren't for eating, they were bait for the things that were for eating!]

Don't eat that, you'll make yourself sick.

I had a dream that I tagged this already but I sure didn't

[missleadingquestions]

[The sound of an idiot hecking up his own life??? Sounds exactly like what Maya's been listening to for the last four years of her life. She's been spending the evening closer toward the highway too, having gotten out her frustrated crying and screaming and whatnot (as anyone would be wont to do in this situation), and couldn't help but follow the smell of fire.

The scene she stumbles upon is that ridiculous guy from earlier, so she can't help but approach with a laugh. It's an appreciated one, though; in times of trouble, laughter feels sacred.]

Y'know, usually people give it a minute or two off the heat.

[Her smart-ass comments, as though Prompto needed it.]

[missleadingquestions]

1

[Well, this kinda sucks. One minute she's defending witches from being burned in a pit with Phoenix and now Maya's here.... kidnapped. Again.

Well, really, she's surprised she's alive. What exactly was that cage, if when it fell it lead here...?

But despite her internal contemplation about the whole situation, Maya doesn't seem to be nearly as combative as the other captives. Instead, she does her best to try and engage with everyone in the efforts of gathering information.]

Hey.

[She'll take the attention of anyone close and willing to give it to her. So, if she hasn't approached you yet, feel free to approach her here.]

Are you hurt?

2...ish into 3

[WOW THANKS FOR THE HELP GUYS! Maya probably didn't do anything super snazzy to help get everyone out of there but hey, the party's free, right?

...Right?

Except they're not in Labyrinthia anymore, they're certainly not in California, and... Maya faces the road ahead alone.]

...Cool.

[She says to herself, breathing out slowly; she isn't interested in the crowd she's escaped with seeing her get more upset. Swallowing and steeling herself, Maya makes her way toward the highway and, upon reaching a good pile of collected barrels and debris, she sits herself down gently.

And then lays back in the pile, covers her face, and screams.]

Wheeere am I?!

1 because reasons

[photoshooter]

[Prompto groans quietly and lifts his head from the garage floor, eyelids fluttering open with effort, and--

Oh. Wow. Cute girl, twelve o'clock.]

Uhn... Not--not anymore.

[He tries to sit up, but with his wrists and ankles chained up as they are, he just ends up flopping awkwardly onto his hands, trapped behind his back. Which isn't great, but, you know. He manages a weak, dazed smile.]

Hi there. You, ah, come here often?

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[corruptedcoil]

...Somewhere.

[ Don't mind the horned cute lady who's giving a deadpan look, Maya. She doesn't know where she is either. She's sort of standing over her.

Wherever they are, she shouldn't be here. But her voice isn't taking control of people, so... a small plus? ]

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[planetary_bonds]

[Yuusei wishes he could say he was unfamiliar with the idea of being kidnapped and chained somewhere in some parking garage. Yeeeaaaah, no, this kind of stuff happened in Satellite all the damn time, whether to him or someone else. The only thing that makes him think he's not home is that this garage doesn't seem to be broken down or abandoned from what he can tell. It doesn't take long for him to size up the situation and mentally look around for anything he can use to pick his own cuffs. At least they didn't take his duel disk, for whatever reason. Maybe they were afraid to touch it? Strange folk, these people are, not wanting to touch whomever they've kidnapped. How do they expect to go about their work, whatever it is?

That being said, he's actually somewhat surprised at being addressed-he'd been trying to avoid notice for as long as possible. He'll keep his best neutral face on, if only to keep his head straight.]

...No.

[She seems to be in the same situation as himself, though. It can't hurt to be concerned, right?]

What of yourself?

[1] OTA

[planetary_bonds]

[Well. Damn. Who the hell had he pissed off this time? Even if he was supposedly Satellite's Shooting Star or whatever ridiculous name the media had come up with, there were still plenty of Satellite natives bitter at him for managing to escape once, to grasp fame even if he hadn't desired it. To some, he'd probably always be a traitor to his hometown. It'd be so like them to try and pull something while he'd finally managed to come back for the first time in what felt like a good long while since defeating the Dark Signers, right?

Only...even if this place is a parking garage, it's way too nice of one to be in Satellite. Nothing seems broken down or in disarray here. And the way they treat him is too...gentle, not rough like you'd expect from someone with a grudge. More like they're afraid of something. What the hell is going on here?

Oh, well. In the struggle to avoid getting cuffed, he was able to at least snag a small pin off one of those weird kidnapper's clothing. If he can just...move his wrist like so...and use it to pick the lock on his cuffs like that...

...Man, that sure is an intense expression on his face. Anyone wanna ask why this odd guy is just...seemingly glaring at nothing in the distance? Maybe he's just sulking. Anyone would sulk when their hands are bound behind them to a pipe, right?

Alternatively, he's managed to get himself loose. Unfaaaair. Get him to let you out too, it's only fair, right?]

lol free prompt

[lostcompany]

[Being marooned in a strange place, with no contacts or money...

...Sucks!

It's a small blessing that there was more than one of them, for Hallelujah, who's been orbiting one abductee or another since they got out of there. From the abandoned building, to a local temple, to...

...a mechanic, okay, that works as a detour. He doesn't have any objections. Everything is new here; sun, grass, birds, and now cars, which he's only ever seen in ruined form.

So, the scenery is cool. He's wondering if he made a mistake with the choice of person to scout out the town with. This guy seems kind of...um, severe. (Chiro likes him, though?) Hallelujah hangs back outside, fiddling with his new (used) phone (he's wary of gods, but this Jena character attracts some nice followers)...

...

There's a farmer's market across the road.

A slice of pie is only a halfshell.

.....




Chiro floats into the shop in search of Yusei, clutching a (second) paper tray containing pie.

Where are you dude.]