We've all been lost for most of this life

[kick_ash]

It had been a dungeon in those dark ages after humans had overcome the pure vampire race. Now, hundreds of years later, it was rumoured to be housing an abnormal with a taste for roaming tourist bone marrow. Not the rest of them, and the remains they'd found hadn't been appealing

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[scorchtheground]

After a second or two, she might hear something else: the sound of a number of car radios blaring something bass-heavy and...well, that's all you can really get from a half-block away. But the sound is definitely coming closer. It appears, actually, to be following one fluffy-haired man in a black leather trenchcoat walking down the street -- as soon as he gets far enough away from one car, it stops playing said music, and the car a certain distance in front of him starts.

Hiroto has a song stuck in his head. And some stupid monster ruined his headphones a few nights ago.

He also noticed the glint off her gun when she still had it out, and has been moving closer out of curiosity. His wings are out under the coat, but he knows she's a wanderer before his spider demon sense tells him that, from the way she's trying her phone and the look on her face. Besides, it's pretty rare that normal humans flail about on street corners with guns -- those who do are usually way more interesting that normal humans

[kick_ash]

Music wasn't all that unusual in a city setting, but it was moving closer and finding someone might mean she'd get an answer. Even if her first thought was the inventor of those radios and how dangerous this might get.

Her hand drifted to the butt of her gun, not pulling it free from the holster. Not yet. It doesn't mean that Ashley's relaxes her guard, not in the least as she looked the man over warily. Head to toe and back, not hiding the inspection.

"Lost would make sense,' she said, almost glancing at what was around her but unwilling to take her gaze off of him for more than a moment. "If I was lost though, where would I be?"

[scorchtheground]

Smart, this one. A fighter. Hiroto doesn't blink at the twice-over, and he's nearly as tense as she, now, ready for her to draw the gun again. If it's a fight she wants, it's a fight she'll get, but he's not going to start it. Unless she takes the copious amounts of concealed weapons -- well, not as many as usual, just a few handguns and some knives and the trusty nightstick -- as 'starting something'. A lot of angels and supernaturals and whatever else here have. Hell, a lot of demons back home did too.

He shrugs, looking at the city around them. He keeps her in his peripheral vision, sure, but he's not as spooked as she. "Not-your-Chicago," he says, then goes right back to staring blankly at her. "You are..." He searches for the right words, realizes he doesn't know them all in English (still), and goes for blunt instead, "a wanderer, here."

Well, maybe it'd be blunt if she knew even remotely what that meant.

[kick_ash]

Teleportation was nothing new to Ashley, but landing in a new city without finding herself cuffed to a chair was new - especially when nothing looked quite the same as the city she remembered. Not to mention she hadn't been alone in that tunnel but there was no sign of the others in her party

[smithnjones]

Martha Jones has not had an easy two weeks, which is putting it incredibly lightly. There are things to do at the Kashtta, but she'd rather be out among strangers.

Strangers don't know what she's been through. They don't look at her with sorry in their eyes or look to her for answers. They don't notice her at all. Ironically, she likes that.

She likes walking out on the street and being anyone other than Martha Jones.

However, she stops at the sight of the woman, leaning against the building. She can never quite keep herself from caring about the well being of other people.

"Are you alright?"

[kick_ash]

The proper reaction is likely to be a nod and a quick escape around the corner, avoiding those she didn't know until Ashley did a better job of orienting herself to wherever the hell this was.

Proper wasn't exactly Ashley's cup of tea anyway.

"That would mean defining alright. Physically, I'm alive and not bleeding." Yet Ashley paused, looking up at the sky for a second before looking back at the woman. She frowned. "Least I think I'm alive. Not sure I thought this is what the afterlife would look like."

Despite her words, there was a small smile curving the blonde's lips. Her hands rested easily on the belt at her waist, shoulders rolling beneath the jacket she wore.

"Just a little lost, that's all." Or a lot.

[smithnjones]

Martha lifts her eyebrows at the mention of defining 'alright'. She's intimately familiar with the different levels of being alright.

"Well, that's one thing at least," she says with a small smile of her own, and then she hesitates.

The other woman is mentioning the afterlife and being lost.

There are very few explanations for this. Martha has been here long enough that it only takes a few seconds for her to figure it out.

"Let me take a wild guess, and if it's not true, feel free to think I'm crazy." It wouldn't be the worst. "Were you just in another place entirely and then against your will, you've ended up on this sidewalk?"

[kick_ash]

"Yeah, any day I'm not bleeding is a gold star day for me." A sad truth, though Ashley seemed to treat with with an irreverence that had little to do with bleeding