tagpuan:// the reign of greed.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Daylight has come to Titania. Syringe Amano, the fallen morning star, weaves their way through the morning crowds as usual; nothing particularly out of the ordinary there. Maybe if they're lucky, their normal daytime schedule of finding some place to spread the word of the Gods and set the flames of hope ablaze using the last few sparks Mission couldn't snuff out would be uninterrupted. But that doesn't normally come until a bit later, into the afternoon, so for now they feel confident in setting their priorities elsewhere.

First order of business:] "Shh! Don't speak of that so loudly, daahling, people might be listening." [...chastising #63(b) again, apparently.] "You're quite the overthinker, are you? So many plans and ideas... I wonder if you genuinely believe any of them are actually worth executing, or if you're simply throwing words around like pomegranates to a wall, hoping the seeds of your mental labors will stick. That being said..."

[They pause for a moment, raising a hand to their chest as they look towards the brick building. There... there's that feeling in their chest again. The burning familiarity of someone they have yet to meet but shares a common origin, and perhaps too a common goal; a new ally virtually guaranteed, if they happened to feel it too. And if their intuition is correct, the other is coincidentally loose within the very building they planned to conquer. It seems a new objective has been set.]

"...that being said. Scouting the area from the outside may prove to be a good first step, to ensure that any potential obstacles—enforcers and those who are all too willing to rat out suspicious activity, mostly—are out of our way. How should we go about this?"