Setting: A generic street

[unclebob]

The machine is puzzled. It's an odd emotion, but no stranger than the others he has felt over the past few days. Why is he still here? He was lowered into molten metal and went offline. That should have been the end of it. Should have, but was not. Now he is here, wherever "here" might be.

What is his purpose now? His mission has been fulfilled. John is safe. So the tall robot stands there with an unnatural stillness about him, staring out as the people pass on by. His face wears a small expression of befuddlement.

Comments

[sociably]

Shouhei's leaving HOMRA right then, sleeves of his jacket rolled up and a bright smile on his face as he ambles down the street away from the bar and towards home. Though more and more, HOMRA and his comrades within the gang are coming to represent home for him.

His smile falters a bit when he catches sight of the man standing alone, the only non-mover in a sea of busy busy people, and Shouhei sidles up, head tilted to one side as he speaks up.

"Ah...are you lost, mister?"

'80s reunion up in here?

[all_cop]

Detroit is a much safer city than it was, for the moment. But still, Murphy knows crime doesn't sleep, so his car still prowls the streets, looking for signs of trouble.

And that, there, looks like trouble.

His car rolls to a stop, and he sits for a moment, waiting for the figure to movie. Caucasian male, nothing else. His head tilts, puzzled, as he pushes out of the car's seat, rising to his feet.

"Do you need assistance, citizen?"

[creatuned]

Admittedly, Taeko is going into this rescue mission a composed mess of nerves. Per protocol, Coppelion teams usually embark in their designated teams, but with Ibara and Aoi injured running their last objective, Taeko is left on her own. A survivor was lost in these streets, but with him or her giving off such a low heat signature it was hard for sensors to detect if the individual was young, old, or in between. The sparse details add to her unease, but this is her job. She needs to put those fears aside for the survivor's sake.

With a wave goodbye to Vice-Principal Mishima and the rest of the higher-ups, she steps out of their transport vehicle towards the streets. Suddenly, a flash of light blinds her, drowns out her surroundings to the point that they're painted white, and wind rushes at her like a blizzard. Instinctively, she holds her breath until... whatever this is stops and she lands on another street corner. In her direct line of vision stands a tall man, seemingly still down to his fingertips and toes, and gazing out of focus -- a peak at him from over her glasses confirmed such.

"Sir, are you lost?" Taeko calls out as she runs towards him. "I'm with Coppelion's Medical Rescue Team. I'm here to..." Her words taper into a fragment as she slows down at his side. Noise. Pedestrian noise, around them. She sees people pass by them casually, carrying out conversations or going about jobs, errands, or meetups.

In other words, bustling. Nothing like the depleted, near-deserted old capital she expected to run her mission in.

"Sir, do you... know where we are?"

[darkanddreamless]

A young girl-- no older than 13, at the most-- passes him. She's walking purposefully, pale eyes scanning around for... something. In one hand, she carefully holds a vividly-colored lotus blossom.

In the other, she holds a large kitchen knife; the manner in which she's holding it implies her intentions with it are anything but benign.

She pauses, glancing the man over, before quickly moving on, searching the area around him for whatever it is she seeks.

"You're new."