BUNNY 。００１
Who: Barnaby and YOU. maybe. hopefully.
Where: A street in Somni's business district.
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Open!
[As far as new arrivals go, this one is doing a pretty good job of looking like he knows what he's doing. He can't deny a bit of intrepidation about this whole situation - he's lived in Sternbild all his life, and this sure as hell isn't any part of the city he calls home - but he's not stupid. Losing his head won't get him anywhere, and where he needs to get is right back home, where he belongs. Tiger might have done a stellar job of throwing their plans out the damn window, but there had to be a chance.
(He'd lived his whole life for this, he couldn't possibly give up hope that there was a chance. Jake would have to move again. He'd have to be there.)
If there's anything telling about his manner, it's that he's so very purposeful about everything. As he walks down the street, his eyes are searching every wall, every window, ever surface. He needs answers, about this, about so much more than this, and standing around isn't going to bring them to him. (It never has.)
Eventually, he comes to a stop, looking around himself once more as if half-expecting things to change around him, hoping they'll make sense. People. He needs to find people. Even if this is the ability of some NEXT, trying to throw him off course - ouroborous, he thinks, and for a moment grits his teeth - then people should give him something to go on.
He turns, heads down another street, and continues the search.]
Where: A street in Somni's business district.
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Open!
[As far as new arrivals go, this one is doing a pretty good job of looking like he knows what he's doing. He can't deny a bit of intrepidation about this whole situation - he's lived in Sternbild all his life, and this sure as hell isn't any part of the city he calls home - but he's not stupid. Losing his head won't get him anywhere, and where he needs to get is right back home, where he belongs. Tiger might have done a stellar job of throwing their plans out the damn window, but there had to be a chance.
(He'd lived his whole life for this, he couldn't possibly give up hope that there was a chance. Jake would have to move again. He'd have to be there.)
If there's anything telling about his manner, it's that he's so very purposeful about everything. As he walks down the street, his eyes are searching every wall, every window, ever surface. He needs answers, about this, about so much more than this, and standing around isn't going to bring them to him. (It never has.)
Eventually, he comes to a stop, looking around himself once more as if half-expecting things to change around him, hoping they'll make sense. People. He needs to find people. Even if this is the ability of some NEXT, trying to throw him off course - ouroborous, he thinks, and for a moment grits his teeth - then people should give him something to go on.
He turns, heads down another street, and continues the search.]