lost in the city - OPEN

[axel]

Axel was irritated.

No, beyond irritated.

It was as though no matter how far he walked, no matter how much time he spent moving one foot in front of the other... He didn't seem to be getting anywhere. There were people surrounding him, giving him odd stares because of his attire and appearance, that knew where they were headed. And then there was the confused redhead who was wandering aimlessly, having no idea where he was.

Axel had been able to gather a small bit of information. He was on a planet by the name of.. Earth. To be honest, he had never heard of it before, but he was abandoned here nonetheless. He was in America, and the city was named New York City, the city being in the state of New York. He pondered a minute why one would name the city after the state, but couldn't come up with a decent answer, so he moved on.

The pyromaniac hated the fact that there were so many people here staring at him like he was some freak, but in reality, he truthfully was the odd one out here. He had never seen so many people that looked bland and dull.. Apparently they were abundant in this world. They also weren't exactly keen on helping people out, it had become known. Axel would be lying if he said he hadn't considered summoning his chakrams and stabbing them through the chests of some people, but all he wanted to do was make it out of this mess, not deal with the authorities that this city could possibly have. He wasn't aware of the details, but he knew that doing something drastic would get him into trouble, trouble he didn't want to deal with.

Mumbling a few curse words to himself and bumping into a few people who shouting at him to watch where he was going, the redheaded man whisked away from the crowd, turning into an alleyway. He sighed with relief, starting to walk through that instead, finding that he enjoyed the "peace" much better than the hustle and bustle just outside.

The sun was going to be setting soon.. He didn't want to be out in this place at night. From what he had seen, the city didn't accept Munny, but a completely different thing entirely. Some odd.. green paper, very much unlike the gem-like currency he had gotten so used to. No matter.

The nobody crossed his arms as he walked, the black of his coat almost fading together as his arms were touching. He quickly paced through the alley, hoping to find another outlet instead of a dead end. He didn't want any time to be wasted in finding shelter for the night.

His thoughts raced, his mind taking him back to the clock tower in Twilight Town. He heaved a heavy sigh, one that was full of distress and anger, as well as a sadness that was visible also in his eyes. He wanted to be with Roxas again; he wanted to go home.

[Wayward Vagabond]

This world was much different from any world he'd ever been on before-- even if the last he visited was this world in of itself. Time and travesty had molded the new world into a wasteland, a dessert, unrecognizable from the current, older world a vagabond now waywardly wandered. There were people here, humans. The towering skyscrapers now met with the clouds and rarely crumbled to ruin. The sounds and signs of development and activity were all around him, with bellowing cars and flashing signs, mismatched masses and other such confusing, yet brilliant sights. In short, this was the thriving land that the tiny Vagabond had seen once before within the confines of a particular boy's household, and no more. But in this city, this "New York", he was able to bare witness to the old world in ways he'd never dreamed of.

And he found it wonderful. Scary at first, but wonderful. By all means, this world was alive, active, healthy. It certainly had it's bumps and rumps, but it had been so long since the Vagabond had seen anything resembling a society or civilization, the mere concept of such a world was even more incredible than it would have seemed otherwise. As the Vagabond meandered about the tall, ever busy streets of New York City, he found himself occasionally looked at in an inquisitive fashion by the people whose midst he walked among. But he only ever greeted them with a happy wave-- and the humans assumed he was a street performer or on his way to a play rehearsal, and payed him no heed. Occasionally, a child would wave back at him, and this made the Vagabond very happy. Humans were very nice creatures!

But eventually, the Vagabond would get lost in the twisting roads, at least, momentarily, and wind up in a dark corner or obscure location he wouldn't immediately recognize. There were large, scruffy looking humans who glanced at him with pleading eyes on some street corners, holding up signs that were unmistakably requests for assistance. Some were missing legs, others surrounded by trash, and some still holding firm with the companionship of a furry creature of some kind, their eyes masked by a blackened band. The Vagabond recognized these people. These must be the downtrodden of this society. Outcasts? Exiles? The Vagabond looked at them with a good deal of sadness and sympathy. So even a large society like the ones these humans had had it's holes. The thought made the Vagabond's head light abuzz as he continued walking, looking for a place to settle down for the night.

As he wandered in and out of the city streets, populated and underpopulated, all along his mind swirling with thoughts and ideas as to best assist the scruffier looking humans as well as generally gather his opinions on the setting, he decided at last to speak with the human mayor of this city. He would likely be able to fill him in on what was occurring in this place, and would be the best person to go to to fix it! Such an idea sent a spring in the Vagabond's step, but also robbed him of sense of perception. As his black, carapacian feet lifted one off the other in a sort of pleased dance, he felt himself bump and crash into a human, much taller than himself, and far different than the other human creatures here. He wore a blackish coat, with a weird red looking face-hat-- what was it that humans refereed to it again? Hair? Knocked to his back to a moment, the Vagabond scrambled to get back on his feet, and oogled up at this new human with pupil-less and curious eyes.

[Shio]

The alleyways were safest, really. They were full of food, bits of metal and paper and full meals thrown out, and so different from the corn the Den had. Of course it wasn't anything like an Aragami core, and so Shio needed to eat so much more of it to keep going, but it was tasty enough! A few people had caught her sneaking into the strange containers they kept all the food they gave away in and yelled at her, so she kept away from the more populated areas now, ghosting from one place to the next. That she had gone through several cities in her search for her friends hadn't really occurred yet, and with her enhanced speed, endurance and strength, travelling wasn't exactly difficult. There were so many hiding spots, too!

Her current one was a set of stairs leading up to the roof of a building. Not many people used them, and if she kept still and quiet, she could spend a few hours there, waiting until dusk so she could move around a bit more freely. Humans here never looked up at all. It was so strange. What if an Aragami attacked them? Didn't they think about that, or notice all the sounds around them?

But none of them were God Eaters, so maybe this city was peaceful too. Currently perched on the landing, she ignored the strangely empty feeling of the absence of Aragami around her, preferring to watch the few people that made their way through the alleys. One had hair that looked almost like Kota's in colour, and then there was something - something small and black and definitely not human. It felt so strongly of food, alive and stronger and far better than the smaller animals or dead trash that she didn't even think. Leaping down, she landed on her feet without even a wince from the impact, and stared blankly at both of them.

"Mmm... hello!" She tilted her head, white hair covering her eyes haphazardly as she studied them. A person and food... well, she wouldn't eat until the person answered, first. That was polite, right?