[In a rather sunny courtyard, there's a mysterious gangplank coming from a second story window. A familiar redhead pops out of the window, gloves on his hands and eye-patch missing.
He pauses and looks around. Then behind him. wth Where did the boat he was boarding go?! ... Where did his "tail" go?
He huffs and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as he looks down the gangplank.]
This is not getting me to Germany.
[[ooc; World info on his journal and
here. More info to come on others. Yes, I know, "Ick, a PB." I don't care, he wants to distance himself from "Lavi".]]