castleinthemist | 1; A white haired wanderer

[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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[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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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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