[wherever -- or whatever -- this city happened to be, Heero had long since come to the conclusion that he was going to be in it for much longer than anticipated. this, of course, meant that a more comprehensive bit of reconnaissance was in order.]

[in other words, time for a nice, long walk.]


[the downtown areas were always an excellent place to begin; and as he prowled along, Heero was taking note of anything and anyone of interest.]






((ooc: Mr. Yuy here looks a few years older than his series counterpart. he also moves a touch too smoothly for a normal human, for those used to dealing with non-"normal humans" -- and very observant individuals may catch a bit of silvery metal at the base of his skull, under his hair.))

[Ribbons calmly steps out of an ornate-looking building and out into a plaza with a fountain. He seems a bit surprised at first, but then shakes his head, lightly shrugging.]

... what with the fascinating things the 00-Gundam has been doing, I am not surprised.

[If one were to look closely, there was something different about this Ribbons. No sylph-like silhouette for him -- looks like he had more lean meat to his bones; and the breeze that stirred his absinthe locks would reveal a thin scar by his left brow -- a souvenir from an unruly knife-wielding child.]

[He sits by the fountain, stirring the rippling water with one hand, and speaking to no one in particular.]

Is this what they call the calm before a storm?



{ ooc: an updated S2!Ribbons is what we have here ;3 He belongs in yon land of AU, but nothing too far from canon~ }

[now this hasn't happened in quite some time.]

[very startled to find himself back in the ghost city, is Kyrios, especially as he'd been intending to cross over to Euclides. ah well; he'll have to make the best of it for now.]

'Why do things like this --'

[raking a hand through his hair with a sigh, he starts to amble along the empty street. those bright aqua eyes are sharp today as he takes in his surroundings -- with any luck, he might encounter someone to pass the time with.]

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[This wasn't what Noin was expecting when she left the Crucible. She was told that she would be sent home, but this certainly wasn't home.

She frowned as she looked around. Her Sphere wasn't with her, so there wasn't any way that she could talk to the others that had been with her on that ship.]


(OOC: Have a Noin. Formerly of crucible_rpg.)