"Do you think... perhaps Baron Riko, Doctor Shinmaru, and--?"
"Don't worry, they're probably fine. Solaris-san probably went Dissonant Serenity on wherever things cropped up." The professor had fashioned a temporary holster out of his wallet chain, letting Labyrinth jangle at his hip. So far, their laid-to-waste c
(more)ity--no thanks to him--had become the remnants of suburbia, and still then, the further they walked, hinterlands of urban decay. Hairikiri was only around by chance, and the rest of the crew were a long ways off all over the place. He had thought about calling that psychopathic bastard of a friend, but he was probably having a ball tearing things to shreds left and right if the chaos was widespread; plus Hairikiri was soothing, and Kai was not.
"It may be some time until we find even Master Kai..."
"Heh, stop reading my mind." He jested with a snerk. "Try not to worry." Specter knew with Hairikiri, that was asking a lot--given his kind nature. "Kai is Kai. Let him come to us." Around them, the haze of late afternoon began to slowly give way to the throes of night, red skies bleeding into dark purples and blues. Their terrain was an algorithm of what should and shouldn't be, but they crossed on foot through the seamless topography of forest to rivers to desert to mountain, and back to forest. And still there was the distant sound of things wholly unnatural pervading Gaia.
"Wait, Master." The emaciated male grabbed at the back of Specter's shirt, his attention to the east of their position. The other arched a brow, backing up.
"Yeah?"
"There..." Hairikiri pointed into the depths. "Asmodeus."
"...Who?"
"One of Lord Solaris' subjects."
"...So is that good or bad?"
"Taking into account earlier events... I'd say bad."
"...Alright. Let's check it out."
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