[Action/Video]

[sarajevo_rose]

[The ink well blurbles and spurts, and a hand juts up out of it. It scrabbles at the edge of the fountain and is joined by its mate, both working to bodily heave someone up out of the ink. He pauses a moment on the edge, gasping out a mouthful of ink and taking a few glad breaths, before climbing out the rest of the way

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[axetothegrind]

[And a large mustached man.]

Hello. I'm Axe Cop. and you are? [Rather abrupt isn't he?]

[sarajevo_rose]

[Blink.]

Uh. Legato.

[axetothegrind]

Hello Lagato, it seems you've gotten yourself into this city as well.

[sarajevo_rose]

[He pauses a sec.]

...Yeah. Seems so.

[Action]

[regularbird]

[Have a bird on a bench. I swear, he's here all the time.] Yo.

[Action]

[sarajevo_rose]

[For once Mordecai gets all of a single, briefly confused glance before it's apparently shrugged off.]

Hi. ...Where.. is this?

[Action]

[regularbird]

[Somebody not calling him out on the whole giant bird thing? Color him surprised!]

This... is Ink City. Didja see the sign yet?

[Action]

[sarajevo_rose]

[He's seen weirder, BELIEVE me. This is nothing.]

Sign? [Glancing around and... blush, sigh. There it is, as plain as the nose on his face. Pardon him for a moment while he reads, his expression looking a bit darker the farther he goes.]

...Huh.

[Video]

[lovethedemiurge]

[Something is very familiar indeed. With the circumstances of the failing security system, Trevor suspects he might be going mad.]

Your helmet's gone.

[Video]

[sarajevo_rose]

[He hears something. Where's it coming from? --Oh, communicator thing. Buh-link.]

My... helmet?

[Video]

[lovethedemiurge]

Yes. You wore a helmet.

The scar across your eye seemed have healed as well.

[Video]

[sarajevo_rose]

[That causes all kinds of unpleasant tingles through his body. But he plays it off cool, if only because of practice.]

I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. I've always looked like this.

[Video]

[theytookmypants]

[That voice, he recognizes that voice. Eerily older than he remembers it, but he'd never forget that voice.]

'Regato?!

[stuffing some balloon strings between his teeth, Crmsn fixes the communicator so he's looking at it and stares wide eyed. Ptui, the balloons begin floating away casually at that point, oh well, he's got more.]

LEGATO! It is you! I didn't know you were here too!

[Oh he's so excited about that.]

[Video]

[sarajevo_rose]

[AJKHDKLJHFUIFD EXCUSE THE BLUR AS HE DROPS THE COMMUNICATOR AND THEN SCRAMBLES TO CATCH IT]

C-Crmsn??!

[Video]

[theytookmypants]

I believe that is, "Sir." and you better remember that young man.

[There's a small laugh and a smirk acommpanying it. Then a long pause, a very long pause, as he scrutinizes Legato]

...you know...I can't put my finger on it, but something about you is....different...very...very different. Have you been stealing my hair gel?

[Father of the year ladies and gentlemen.]

[Video]

[sarajevo_rose]

[He peers at Crmsn, tilting his head a little. This isn't the one he knows, and it's not just the lack of glasses.]

I... could say the same about you.

[tyrannical_test]

[The first thing Oscar the Mayor notices about Legato is the purple stripes. Which is exactly why he mistakes him for someone else.]

Aha!! There you are!

[sarajevo_rose]

[Naturally Legato jumps and looks over with a blink.]

Ah. Y-yes?

[tyrannical_test]

[..Oh. That's not his voice. And he doesn't seem to be bending reality to his whim..
Oops.]

Oh! I-I'm terribly sorry, I seem to have made a mistake. You look VERY similar to someone I'm looking for.

[sarajevo_rose]

[A brief flat look elsewhere, with matching tone.] Yeah, I've been hearing something like that a lot.

[Sighing, Legato folded his arms and looked at the Mayor in annoyance. Not at the Mayor himself, but more like a parent talking to a teacher about their kid's antics.] What happened.