tagpuan:// the reign of greed.

[KungFuCutbug]

"Pepsi." [...Definitely an odd name, in their opinion, but who are they to judge, considering their own name? They give a quick cursory glance around to make sure nobody is listening, and then chuckle to themself.] "Well, if we're to be introduced, you may call me Syringe Amano. And, um... don't worry too much about the motorcycle. If it bothers you that much, then your secret is between us and the Gods. We've... all been there, I assure you."

[Ah, the memories of their initial breakout. Good times. Even if it took them ages to find a new outfit and get their hair sorted out when the vehicle they were making their escape in crashed and exploded. Not that they'd dare keep anything from their days at Mission on-hand in the first place—name, hair, outfit and general appearance included—but they would've appreciated something more put-together to cover for them while they were looking than the rags they had to settle for until they found their suit. Curse the fire and its permanence.]

"Yes, to put it simply, we're lost—but, ah," [they interject, cutting themself off to spare a glance towards Omen,] "I believe we may have found what we're looking for, thanks to you. You have my sincerest gratitude, daahling. And it's a pleasure to have met you as well, Pepsi. Should fate be kind to us, this won't be the last we meet."