castleinthemist | 1; A white haired wanderer

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[The castle stretches on making yards were he would make feet. It makes him tired, not physically, but mentally to keep moving with no exit or sign of a break in the long running stones for another hall or room. Light is no longer an annoyance with a pair of sunglasses. The man that offered them had no clue as to whereabouts and the light haired teen either. That left Heine in a position to seek his answers instead of trying to find them by mouth from others or by the barrel of a gun.

Others that do not include people he knows. Magato is not there or in hiding. He hopes for the later so his business with him can come to a completion without the burden of worry of those around and below him. The people he has seen here are not from the underground or his city. Strangers they are and will remain. He has no need for bonds with strangers.

Stone work makes shadows across the floor. Figures are expanded and widened in black, so much taller than they actually are. The sleeve on his right is rolled up as is the left creating a sense of balance to both mind and body. It feeds his unstable mind and puts the barking of madness away. The aching of his head has gone down, but not away making his teeth bind tighter.

Rounding a corner he comes to a open area, slots ending in a few paces to more hallways with no foreseeable exits. This makes him stop and look about. Some green has found way into the area and light breaks in from the ceiling in tiled patterns.]

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[Naoto's careful and perhaps too careful. She doesn't know where she is for one, and well, she's gone through a bit too much to be trusting. Hell, she still can't even entirely trust herself so how is she going to let others in?]

[So she hears the footfalls and instantly goes into cover behind the corner. This isn't the Underground, so she had no idea what to expect.]

[Heine takes to the wall when his ears pick up something new. The castle is too silent to get away with being unheard and the reverse is true for him. There is a high chance that someone else is roaming.

A very high chance that he is not going to take freely. One mistake can end fatally or in his physicality with more pain and frustration than he wanted to take in. This other person, or thing, knows he is there. To call out may be foolhardy, but it killed any doubt as to whom or what.]

Speak!

[Naoto grips the hilt of her blade. Friend or foe? Her mind automatically goes to foe, but when he speaks, it's a voice she can't forget even if she tried.]

[But she doesn't speak his name, she never has. So she removes herself from her hiding spot, looking at him.]

[The rigidness of his posture relaxes when Naoto removes herself from hiding, that blade catching eye before his attention diverts back to her. Seeing her is no surprise. Her following him has become natural coming in tow with the annoyances and gains that her gender and skills bring.

They are not on a first name bases. They are not on a name bases either. Weeks to months came to speaking in pronouns and understood yous. It keep them apart and for the better. The weight he carries is too heavy to add to, she knowing it or not.]

You too. Your step-bastard has his work written over this.

[Not too many bombshells. He will not tell how he has been fighting him. One stone at a top or topple the thing over.]

You might want to clarify that.

[Well hello to you too darling. The grip loosen on her blade. At least she's able to relax even if it's for a moment.]

[She moves closer to be within talking distance but not too close. There's a physical wall between them and she knows not to cross it.]

Magato.

[That is what she called him. He remembers it well enough, but the eyes of insanity are remembered far better. Unstable, dangerous, and knowledgeable that one is.]

He came back around.

[More cases of mental sliding to deal with.]

Here or...

[You need more details Mr. Vague.]

The church. Said he was looking for me.

[Details take more talking and he is not a fan of spilling words without reason, their use good or not meaning nothing to.]

Looking for you?

[After all that time, he was looking for her. Why him?]

Did he say why?

I'm a challenge.

[Further reasoning does not need to be said.]

Seems reason enough for him.

So you left to go fight him? That would mean there was an invitation involved.

Hard to ignore it when he's on your doorstep.

Why you and not me isn't making any sense.

You know him better than I.

I barely know him as it is.

[It's bad enough that she feels like he's the one who keeps turning her life upside down. First Fuyumine and then leading her to Fruhling.]

He seems to know you.

[While it is none of his business, it is hard for Heine to ignore what happened at the barrow. He does not call her out on letting her emotion get in the way, not openly. Giovanni does the same for him now that he had the time to cool down and think about it.]

Nill?

[They were okay. The twins were acting right. She had to be fine.]

[Naoto shrugs at that. Times Magato would just observe her normally, just like any person, and others like a wild dog wanting to devour its prey.]

Fine as far as I know.

Anything about this place?

[Count two that know nothing about the place he has met. It looks like ruins, but not like those of home. There is sunlight there. No electric bulbs or neon strains running along side walls.]

I know about as much as you.

[Which is most likely nothing outside of the obvious looking at their surroundings.]

[Not what he was hoping to hear.]

It's old.

[His delightful commentary about the entire castle so far. His hand rubs the top of his right shoulder, some pain creaking from a wound hours ago. The headache is gone now meaning that his eyes either adjusted or blood came back in full.]

[If we're going to play this game of state the obvious, she might as well take a seat. She doesn't reply to him, just moves to sit on the floor.]

[The castle is old, that is what he knows and he thinks she knows. When nothing comes back at him, Heine takes the wall and crosses his arms. Some good looking around did.

He finds her, but is none the wiser from it.]

I'm going to keep moving. Find a way out.

[The statement is calm and bordering the line of a question. It will not be asked, but he wants to know if she is tagging along with him. Strength in numbers and if one of them does find a way out, it will be a pain to find the other when they are split.]

It's not going to be easy.

[But when for them is it ever easy?]

You want me to come with?

[Easy is when there is help or the task at hand is dealing with lowlife thugs, not high end genetically engineered soldiers with a habit of exploding after being killed.]

You already have been.

[They, not only him, are fighting things much greater than an individual can take on alone. It takes a mix matched pack and the casting of differences to do that.]

[She stands now, case drawn to her shoulder, katana in hand. This is true, she's always followed, but has never been led. Sheep are led and Naoto is no sheep.

Let's go.

[That is a difference between them; she may follow, but he hunts. He nods and at random picks one of the entrance ways to go into.]

How did you get out?

[She's not saying it to fill the silence, but out of concern.]

Of?

[The speed of his movement does not slow down as they approach the archway. The block pattern is the same there as it is with the rest of the castle. Less rubble and tear it looks, but the darkened corners make it hard to tell and his eyes are yet to take a hold of the surround dark.]

The thing that was holding us captive here.

[Because that's how she sees it.]

[He thinks she means the stone coffin, not some force taking and keeping them there.]

Pushed it off. You?

Someone pushed it over without much of a warning.

[Duck! Oh wait, PUSH.]

Not from the city were they?

[He has heard countries spoken of, but there are no countries underground. There is the city and the city alone. Makes him wonder if there are still unified places far outside the city walls.]

He didn't look familiar, so no.

[Or rather, he looked as if he didn't belong to their city.]

[There's a small pause before...]

Mass kidnapping?

Don't see how, but we aren't at the church.

[The church in the city as none of the castle looks like grounds common to it. No hung lights or pipes that seem to run around like spider webs. It is all stone and sunlight here.]

It happened. Whatever it is that brought us here.

[Aggravation sharpens his tone.]

Kidnapping.

[His pace slows when the word clicks.]

You're thinking...us. Not normal, but made. People like that taken.

I observe more than you think.

[Not that Naoto knows everyone in the city, but has seen most inhabitants at least once.]

No, I'm thinking everyone else here, including us. You know that you and I wouldn't stand for being kidnapped, not now, not ever. But it happened and we're here along with people who are just as confused as we are about it.

This isn't the Underground. These other people weren't made.

[They all look about the same to him, expect women when he is trying to avoid them.]

Kidnapping is cowardly and it's taking up my time.

[His pace picks up again.]

How do you know they aren't? Some kid is rolling around here that doesn't have natural color to him. Speaks of countries to as if they're still there.

[The focus of his eyes change as he looks back over his shoulder.]

There may be places outside the city. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me after the recent shit.

[He use to be the only clone, but now that is turned on its head.]

Stop.

[There's a enough bark in her voice to have him come to a halt, but will he is another idea. But her own footfalls fade as she glares at him.]

Then you have some bigger and better idea as to how we got here without our knowledge or remembrance? Cause last time I checked, I was still at the church, wondering where you had gone while the twins were talking to Nill. If I was going to just leave, I think I would have brought them with me.

Not saying it wasn't, but that it's a damn pain and wasting my time.

[He does not like to admit that what took place between here and from the church is not remembered. When her footfalls weaken, his do to come face to face with her.]

I don't remember how and it pisses me off.

[The thin veil of calmness coming undone with the rising of his voice.]

You're not the only one.

Get it through your head that you're not the only one who can't remember. We are no alone here as much as you would like to think we are.

[Sorry, she's stepping into your personal space. Maybe he'll get the point then.]

Something happened to me, to you, and everyone else here. Don't you find that a little strange?

[Personal invasion does not bode well with him, his feet picking up to move back and away.]

I find it fucking annoying.

[He does not like where this is going being on edge with on foot and dangling the other right over it.]

They aren't my problem and they shouldn't be yours.

I'm not saying they are, but it doesn't mean we should leave them behind if we find a way out.

[~~the worst abandonment issues.~~]

Just get it through your head that we're not the only one in this situation. That's my point.

You're making them a problem.

[He looks down and rubs his forehead.]

They'll follow if they want out, but don't expect me to pull any dead weight.

I am not.

[She pinches the bridge of her nose.]

Nor did I expect that of you.

[She turns her back to him.]

You're thinking into this too much.

I'm expecting worse than only being dropped off here.

[His voice has leveled off and hand fallen from his face. Footsteps pick up again to move and to seek an exit as he begins down the hallway again. He does not ask her to follow, but he expects it from a distance.]

[She's starting to get frustrated, but this is usual with them. This is why they speak in silence. Half way down the hall is when she finally appears off in the distance behind him, not saying a word.]

[Kidnapped, not dropped off.' is what she's thinking, but she's done talking in circles. She'd rather just depart from him, but they needed to stick together in this unfamiliar place.]

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There is a open thread up for exploring and mingling, thread up there and get some more group CR?

they may need to talk more... or whatever they do..

Growl?

oh mr. heine oh~

And he will leave his bandages on.

oh that's not sexy at all...

He does not do sexy.

he should~

As the launcher of a thousand ships in canon, he is best to not be.

he's sexy. he just doesn't know it.

A wiry pale and red eyes man? Yup, epitome of sexy.

/taps that

I have to see that in action. Haha

I have no problems with this

He will be watching his back now.

she'll watch it realllll niceeee

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