06-25-2023, 19:04:34 PM
[Ah. An interesting collection of folks as usual, Syringe muses to themself, though they do feel bad for that unfortunate faceless soul they accidentally shoved to the ground—they forget their own strength sometimes—and quickly pull them to their feet, muttering an apology as they do. Once that matter is settled and the other is on their way, they turn their attention back to their search; helping the masses, even(/especially) through problems they themself caused, was a nice feeling, but today they were on a hunt. A hunt for memories that had forcibly been repressed, is what they would say, but that would be foolish—the one whose memories would've been repressed would be their predecessor, that who they once were before they were reunited with the Little Gods, and their pieces rearranged into the shape they take today. Rather, they're on a hunt for memories they never had the privilege to experience for themself.
In their quick preliminary scan, three people stand out. A man concealed in those rare, blessed shadows, almost unnaturally so, with faint mists billowing from beneath the brim of his hat; Syringe gets a particularly strong feeling of divinity from him, as though he had been the recipient of a miracle from the Little Gods, but he certainly doesn't look very blessed... ah, some miracles have a cost, they suppose. Towards the bench, an automaton, looking vaguely like something of Mission's design they might've seen in classified documents of failed projects; an interesting prospect to be sure, but it looked like it was arguing with an actual Mission enforcer... probably best to keep their distance, on the slim chance they could be recognized. And lastly—
...wait.
Wait. That's the man they met once, and helped escape from Mission's clutches. That, what was it, Tikbalang? And here he is, standing amongst the people like an ordinary civilian.
The Saint's smirk widens into a grin of determination and hope.] "I knew we were fated to meet again."
[The other two entities can wait. For now, Syringe needs to catch up with an old friend. Darting through the gaps between the crowds (and taking care not to knock anyone else over if they can help it), they make their way towards Kartono, already feeling more rejuvenated than they had in a long, long time.] "Heyyyy! Hiiii!"
In their quick preliminary scan, three people stand out. A man concealed in those rare, blessed shadows, almost unnaturally so, with faint mists billowing from beneath the brim of his hat; Syringe gets a particularly strong feeling of divinity from him, as though he had been the recipient of a miracle from the Little Gods, but he certainly doesn't look very blessed... ah, some miracles have a cost, they suppose. Towards the bench, an automaton, looking vaguely like something of Mission's design they might've seen in classified documents of failed projects; an interesting prospect to be sure, but it looked like it was arguing with an actual Mission enforcer... probably best to keep their distance, on the slim chance they could be recognized. And lastly—
...wait.
Wait. That's the man they met once, and helped escape from Mission's clutches. That, what was it, Tikbalang? And here he is, standing amongst the people like an ordinary civilian.
The Saint's smirk widens into a grin of determination and hope.] "I knew we were fated to meet again."
[The other two entities can wait. For now, Syringe needs to catch up with an old friend. Darting through the gaps between the crowds (and taking care not to knock anyone else over if they can help it), they make their way towards Kartono, already feeling more rejuvenated than they had in a long, long time.] "Heyyyy! Hiiii!"