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[seekinghead]

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did they change the exit ramp on to kasuga street? i'll be late coming home.

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shinra, answer your phone

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i don't know where i am

haveibeenabductedbyaliens?!

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THERE ARE

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[milkboned]

[because shizuo + network device + recognition = too unlikely. As to why he's by the outskirts... idk a dinosaur ripped his sleeve and he chased it there? Or he took a walk. Oh hey what's that sound.]

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[seekinghead]

[once she believed that she'd lost the pterosaur trailing her bike, Celty had cautiously taken again to the roads, trying to go back to where she'd started- back to Ikebukuro.

But- She passes him, head turning before she does, a move that would elicit a loud screech from any other bike as she stops abruptly ahead of him, hurrying for her PDA.

A familiar face, but- why was Shizuo here? Why was she here?]

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[milkboned]

[Once she stops, he turns and walks closer. Hands in his pockets.]

Hey Celty.

[He waits for her PDA.]

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[seekinghead]

[of course Shizuo is calm- she gets it out, typing away frantically before she thrusts the PDA out, shaking her helmet about]

shizuo! what are you doing here?

[she notices the ripped sleeve, too- and leans closer in concern, before she types furiously again]

are you alright? did a dinosaur get you?

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[milkboned]

[Here of course means to this area of the city, right? He's about to explain about the dinosaur, when she begins typing again; he waits.]

It tried...

[With a triumphant, perhaps frightening grin, he pulls out a scrap of cloth that obviously came from his sleeve from his pocket. It's wet and a little bloody. Not his blood.]

I got it back. It ran off like a chicken.

[In fact, it sort of resembled one, too. Feathers. Weird.]

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[seekinghead]

[A feathered, cowardly dinosaur? Did she seriously just type "did a dinosaur get you?". And she thought she was supposed to be the weirdest thing in any given area...]

how did you get here?

[How did I get here? was left unsaid for now, her helmet turning every few moments, keeping an eye out- made somewhat nervous after her encounter with the flying one.]

someone sent me a message and said this was a curse? are we cursed?

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[milkboned]

I followed it here...

[Still not getting it. Curse, curse. He nods.]

They weren't here yesterday... so I guess.

[Someone had sent him... that thing... he pushes at his glasses then pulls out his third network device, skimming... skimming... here. The guide. Shizuo hands over his device, and finally gets the other meaning to the first question.]

I fell... last week. Into the library. I'd been in the park against those freaks, then...

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[seekinghead]

[She waits for his answer with the patience of someone who knew him well, the kickstand materializing on her bike as she slowly let herself put her guard down a bit- it was hard to feel unsafe around someone as powerful as Shizuo, really.

Her "Thank you" didn't need to be said, nodding as she accepted the device from him and moved to begin to read before his answer settled oddly with her. ... Those freaks, were...?]

Saika's children?

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[milkboned]

Yeah. Jumped from a slide, landed in a library.

[It didn't make sense, but he wasn't bothering to try. Too much of a headache.]

It's a pain, but I can't get out. ...I guess that means you, too.

[It wasn't his fault, so he wouldn't apologize. Too bad about Shinra, though. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, draws.]

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[seekinghead]

[... no, that didn't make sense. Not one bit! None of this made sense at all! She was worried, of course she was, and nervous, too, her shoulders drawn up tightly as she silently put her helmet back down, scrolling through the guide he'd handed her.

If he... she was supposed to bring home ingredients for dinner tonight, and Shinra would be waiting, and how in the world was she supposed to get home- it was no good! No good at all-

How was she supposed to believe the things she was reading? With a defeated drop of her shoulders once more she typed on her PDA]

that was weeks ago! that night.

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[milkboned]

Huh. Last week for me.

[She was struggling with this; he could see that. It wasn't in his power to fix the insanity of the situation. His smoke exhale sounded almost like a sigh.]

It says things about time in there, too.

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[seekinghead]

[perked up a bit at that, moving to finish reading... whatever this was. timeline differences... people remembering things others didn't... it was like some horrible experiment Shingen would think of! Something-

Time stops?

She stares at it for a while, before she types- slower this time. More concerned.]

do you think time really stops?

[What if he-]

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[milkboned]

Ehh... beats me.

[He reaches for the cigarette, looking down as if contemplating it.]

I hope so. Or... I won't have a job when I get back.

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[seekinghead]

[Nnnn- this doesn't make any sense! It still bothers her, looking down at the guide one last time before she hands it back, arms crossed momentarily, as if debating with herself, before she took back to her device]

you've been here a week then?

is it... safe? when there are no dinosaurs?

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[milkboned]

[He takes it back; puts it away. Celty should really know better than to ask him that.]

Things happen... it's a city. Plus the curses. There was some weird stuff last weekend.

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[seekinghead]

[Well he's the only one she's got, right now, so she'll ask anyway, sighing a bit- well, her shoulders go through the motion]

got it.

[another pause, before]

are you-

[she deletes that- it would be an even more foolish question, staring at her screen for a while before she finally finishes a sentence to show him]

do you need a ride?