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[boy_named_crow]

Back home (if home really existed somewhere other than the fuzzy recesses of his mind), people would have called it karmic. Spend all your time helping murderers and rapists find inner peace, and it'll come back to get you

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[corvenus]

*Riddick was walking slowly down the street towards the dock to see who had arrived with the latest boat. His uniform jacket was thrown over one shoulder. He was scanning the crowd for anything new or that might be a threat, but was not in anyway obvious that he was doing so.*

[boy_named_crow]

Part of spending time among the rapists and murderers of the world, particularly at age 15, was that it made you rather... wary. Not so much of who was going to slit your throat or pick your pocket; no, that's why other people edged away from you yourself. It was the Authorities you came to sense from a few blocks away, watching everything like hawks so that you wouldn't slip through into the lives of ordinary citizens.

Part of being in a European country was that there were far fewer people to disguise a person in a crowd. Pulling a disgruntled look over his face, the boy named Crow tugged up the collar of his jacket a little higher, shoving his hands deep in his pocket and walking with a purpose. He could see uniforms, after all, even if the other early risers looked fairly harmless. And uniforms were much more terrifying than any bulky man with arms like tree trunks.

Or supernatural shrine stones.

[corvenus]

*That very act slightly perked Riddicks interest, after all if you didn't have anything to hide then you weren't bothered by the police, and he needed someone for a job. He didn't immediately start to follow the Little guy but watched him for a while to see just what he might do.*

[boy_named_crow]

...being watched. For sure. Crow could feel it now in the slight tickle at the back of his neck. Part of why being human didn't make a whole lot of sense; he couldn't exactly fly off without being noticed. Something of a grimace contorted his lips, then fell into a casual expression.

No one here knew about Kafka. No one knew about the murders or the shrine or anything he'd left back home after landing on the boat. Maybe he'd find a respectable person to latch onto this time.

...nah. Respectable people tended to be boring.

Glancing over his shoulder, the boy cast a sunny smile at the two or three men who were probably watching him (at least one of them was, he could tell), and promptly bolted off in the early morning traffic.

[corvenus]

*chuckling to himself Riddick smiled slightly back at the kid as he smiled at him then after a very quick debate with himself as to weather it was worth trying to follow the boy he started off after him.*

[boy_named_crow]

Just his luck. He'd been hoping against hope that it wasn't the tough-looking guy with the uniform. The bean-pole across the street had looked fairly PC. Alas, not his day. Karma again.

The worst part about being in a new place without being able to fly was the difficulty which came with trying to find anywhere. The docks threaded confusingly; he could barely make out a plot of land to one side, and headed toward that until train tracks distracted him. Those would be fun to run along. Probably led somewhere interesting.

It wasn't easy running without fuel, on the other hand. The boy called Crow could feel himself losing speed with each pounding step he took. Time to find a breakfasting worker and lift a bite.

[corvenus]

*one of the nice things about being so large as well as the uniform was that people got out of his way. This meant that Riddick didn't have to run all that fast to keep the kid in sight. When he turned towards the railway tracks Riddick smiled, there would be hardly anyone around them at this time and so he should be able to get the kid without anyone trying to interrupt him. With that thought he picked up the pace a little.*

[boy_named_crow]

This was getting a little ridiculous, really. He hadn't done anything, had he? Not here. Not in this country. Not since assisting with the murder. And hadn't he prevented harlotry since then? Really, Crow pondered as he dashed along, it was an insult to his good character to be chased this way like some shady character.

Turning to confront his vigalant tail, however, turned out not to be the best of ideas. Railroad tracks were not your friend when they connected with the back of your anckle mid-step.

"Mattsu!" the boy cursed, flailing inelegantly as he flopped over onto his back on the tracks. "Anata wa dame desu, yaro!"

[corvenus]

*chuckling to himself again as the kid falls over he just stays at his pace, it was no fun otherwise, he was drawing closer.* -thinking to himself, What language was that he just used.-

[boy_named_crow]

"Kuso..." the boy named Crow muttered to himself, sitting up and starting to dust himself off. It was downright undignified. A quick, piercing look in either direction revealed no trains on the way, and another glance at the Authority made fleeing completely impractical as an idea. The other man was drawing closer, obviously amused but not seeming to comprehend his words.

Duh. Why would a European speak Japanese? It almost got Crow smiling again as he started pushing himself off the tracks completely.

"Ii keisu," he called out to the approaching officer. "Anata wa baka yaro desu. Bakani sunjya ne..."

[corvenus]

*growling with slight annoyance, why did the kid have to speak some odd language he had never heard before. Walking up to him and staring down at him.* "You speak anything more civilized?"

[boy_named_crow]

"Baka no gaijin!" He hadn't understood what was said fully, but the tone was annoyed and not entirely friendly. Wrinkling his nose, the boy held out his hand plaintively. Who could resist an adorable little boy trying to get up? "Hentai jiji... No... Engl-ish?"

[corvenus]

*laughing out loud, there went that plan.* "Learn then kid" *Staring at him for a while longer, before shrugging again, he seems not all that convinced you are telling the truth.*

[boy_named_crow]

And this? Was why foreigners hated traveling in European counties.

Snarling slightly, Crow forced himself up properly, brushing dirt off the back of his pants and readjusting his collar. "Jigoku ochiru," he replied brightly enough, rubbing some dust of his nose as well. "Anata no ikei wo miru to totemo koufun shimasu..." He had to concentrate for a moment, biting his lip as he ran through all the English he knew in record time. "Em... Embassy. Japanese... citizen?"

[corvenus]

*shrugging once more Riddick turns and walks away, he would keep an eye on the kid if only because he might become useful if he ever bothered to learn something more resembling a language.*

[boy_named_crow]

So completely unloved. Pouting, the boy named Crow jogged after the man who'd been following him. Funny. Karmic. Whatever.

Reaching out, he latched onto the man's arm easily, tugging on the older man's sleeve. "Ne, ne, baka ona... You're a... police person, ne?"