Mission 01: Arrival
[Mamoru is not in the mood for games.
[On recovering from the pinching sensation through his body-- followed by the feeling that he's just been hit by a truck-- he furrows his eyebrows and looks around the baseball diamond in which he's found himself. He holds his stance in a slight crouch, not quite enough to look more than wary. In truth, it's defensive, a stance prepared to spring into action at a moment's notice. If he needs to run, to duck, to jump, if he needs to block or to throw a dart. Mamoru has not survived for as long as he has by leaving his guard at home.
[There doesn't appear to be any threat in the surrounding area. This realization only slightly relaxes him. His unease is none helped by the strange feeling in his chest: a dull, ceaseless ache just behind the breastbone, like the tension in a weighted chain. What it might mean, he doesn't know, but for the time being, he can't let himself become distracted.
[Keeping his eyes on his surroundings, he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. He finds two. Frowning harder, he pulls both from his pocket and turns the new one over in his hand for examination while he calls Rex on the more familiar one.
[No signal. Just for certainty, he tries Nagi as well. Same result. Mamoru's mood darkens; he slides the phone back into his pocket and takes another look at the new one that somehow got into his pocket without his noticing. Nicer than the one he owned, which is a statement, but also unsettling. Mamoru keeps up with the latest technology; he's never seen anything this advanced before.
[Some might opt to try broadcasting a distress call, or at least a request for answers. Mamoru is against the idea of announcing his presence and possibly his location to a community of unknowns. Luck is turning favorable, however. In his scroll through the contacts, he notices a few familiar names, including one of the two he'd wanted to reach in the first place.
[Still keeping an eye on his surroundings, he tries again to call Nagi, the slightest change in his facial features towards satisfaction as he hears a signal.]
[OOC: This is an open log! Anyone is welcome to approach in-person or to notice his name on the contact list and ring him up.]
[On recovering from the pinching sensation through his body-- followed by the feeling that he's just been hit by a truck-- he furrows his eyebrows and looks around the baseball diamond in which he's found himself. He holds his stance in a slight crouch, not quite enough to look more than wary. In truth, it's defensive, a stance prepared to spring into action at a moment's notice. If he needs to run, to duck, to jump, if he needs to block or to throw a dart. Mamoru has not survived for as long as he has by leaving his guard at home.
[There doesn't appear to be any threat in the surrounding area. This realization only slightly relaxes him. His unease is none helped by the strange feeling in his chest: a dull, ceaseless ache just behind the breastbone, like the tension in a weighted chain. What it might mean, he doesn't know, but for the time being, he can't let himself become distracted.
[Keeping his eyes on his surroundings, he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. He finds two. Frowning harder, he pulls both from his pocket and turns the new one over in his hand for examination while he calls Rex on the more familiar one.
[No signal. Just for certainty, he tries Nagi as well. Same result. Mamoru's mood darkens; he slides the phone back into his pocket and takes another look at the new one that somehow got into his pocket without his noticing. Nicer than the one he owned, which is a statement, but also unsettling. Mamoru keeps up with the latest technology; he's never seen anything this advanced before.
[Some might opt to try broadcasting a distress call, or at least a request for answers. Mamoru is against the idea of announcing his presence and possibly his location to a community of unknowns. Luck is turning favorable, however. In his scroll through the contacts, he notices a few familiar names, including one of the two he'd wanted to reach in the first place.
[Still keeping an eye on his surroundings, he tries again to call Nagi, the slightest change in his facial features towards satisfaction as he hears a signal.]
[OOC: This is an open log! Anyone is welcome to approach in-person or to notice his name on the contact list and ring him up.]