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Who: Nero & ...whoever bumps into him
Where: Industrial district.
Style: Third hos. But I'd be willing to go for first.
Status: Open.
Waking up where he had wasn't exactly something that he thought he was going to wake up too. He was half-expecting to come down stairs to where he was staying, seeing Kyrie there. Smiling. The two had just been through Hell, but they had gotten through them. Kyrie still missed Credo. Nero still wished he could have done more to save him, just to save Kyrie the tears. But life was usually full of regrets more than anything else and this time was no different. They were going to have to get through life not living with wishing they could have been there for Credo or what they could do differently. Nero could have done a lot of things differently and he was sure half of those wouldn't have landed him where he was today or what he was doing that day either. The most Nero was upset about right now is that where he was -- it didn't seem like Kyrie had followed. Nero hadn't taken the moment to just sit back or wait for someone to come act like his welcoming committee. Of fucking course he wasn't in Fortuna. He'd been around that place his entire life and never had he ever seen streets like this. Nor had he seen these faces before either. The shops. The entire place was off from the get go. Basically, he wasn't really dealing with something that was the most intelligent thing on the block.
Not that he usually did the most intelligent things in the first place. Personally there was something about doing something the right way and doing something his way that never seemed to mesh right. Even while growing up in a place that worshiped a demon. Nero was still classified as the misfit of everyone else that was there. The teenager had barely taken two steps after waking up disoriented and confused before he rolled down his sleeve over his right arm. Not really paying too much heed to the human appearing one as he continued to walk down the street. His 'journey' took him as far to a store where the keeper seemed more into selling him some crap then answering questions as to where he was. He didn't even notice the fact that inside his pocket there was a device that hadn't been there before, beeping away. It wasn't on his list of things to do before the guy pointed out the fact that it was the tool to get him around if he needed anything. And more so to get him the answers he was looking for. Because a person that wasn't buying was a waste of his time. Nero left more in a fit of frustration than anything else. "Your store's full of crap anyway," he grumbled under his breath as he continued on walking.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he came to a stop, trying not to come up with a reason to just start shouting in frustration before he dug into his pocket and flipped through what the shop owner had pointed out previously. Staring blankly at it for a moment before shoving it back in his pocket. Some things he just didn't want to deal with and right now, this was one of them. Nero continued moving, unconsciously, in the hope that if he walked enough that this wasn't truly reality and he was going to wake up at any moment back home rather than wandering the streets like a dumbass. (Even if that was exactly what he was doing). The half-demon didn't stop moving for what seemed like...a while before finally sitting down on the corner of one of the streets, sighing (almost defeatedly). "Damn it!" Nero might have been mumbling a few more choice words under his breath as he debated getting back to his feet. Asking for help through the device was out of the question. He wasn't the type to ask for help, especially from people he hardly even knew. Guess it was just going to be more wandering until he figured something out.
Where: Industrial district.
Style: Third hos. But I'd be willing to go for first.
Status: Open.
Waking up where he had wasn't exactly something that he thought he was going to wake up too. He was half-expecting to come down stairs to where he was staying, seeing Kyrie there. Smiling. The two had just been through Hell, but they had gotten through them. Kyrie still missed Credo. Nero still wished he could have done more to save him, just to save Kyrie the tears. But life was usually full of regrets more than anything else and this time was no different. They were going to have to get through life not living with wishing they could have been there for Credo or what they could do differently. Nero could have done a lot of things differently and he was sure half of those wouldn't have landed him where he was today or what he was doing that day either. The most Nero was upset about right now is that where he was -- it didn't seem like Kyrie had followed. Nero hadn't taken the moment to just sit back or wait for someone to come act like his welcoming committee. Of fucking course he wasn't in Fortuna. He'd been around that place his entire life and never had he ever seen streets like this. Nor had he seen these faces before either. The shops. The entire place was off from the get go. Basically, he wasn't really dealing with something that was the most intelligent thing on the block.
Not that he usually did the most intelligent things in the first place. Personally there was something about doing something the right way and doing something his way that never seemed to mesh right. Even while growing up in a place that worshiped a demon. Nero was still classified as the misfit of everyone else that was there. The teenager had barely taken two steps after waking up disoriented and confused before he rolled down his sleeve over his right arm. Not really paying too much heed to the human appearing one as he continued to walk down the street. His 'journey' took him as far to a store where the keeper seemed more into selling him some crap then answering questions as to where he was. He didn't even notice the fact that inside his pocket there was a device that hadn't been there before, beeping away. It wasn't on his list of things to do before the guy pointed out the fact that it was the tool to get him around if he needed anything. And more so to get him the answers he was looking for. Because a person that wasn't buying was a waste of his time. Nero left more in a fit of frustration than anything else. "Your store's full of crap anyway," he grumbled under his breath as he continued on walking.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he came to a stop, trying not to come up with a reason to just start shouting in frustration before he dug into his pocket and flipped through what the shop owner had pointed out previously. Staring blankly at it for a moment before shoving it back in his pocket. Some things he just didn't want to deal with and right now, this was one of them. Nero continued moving, unconsciously, in the hope that if he walked enough that this wasn't truly reality and he was going to wake up at any moment back home rather than wandering the streets like a dumbass. (Even if that was exactly what he was doing). The half-demon didn't stop moving for what seemed like...a while before finally sitting down on the corner of one of the streets, sighing (almost defeatedly). "Damn it!" Nero might have been mumbling a few more choice words under his breath as he debated getting back to his feet. Asking for help through the device was out of the question. He wasn't the type to ask for help, especially from people he hardly even knew. Guess it was just going to be more wandering until he figured something out.