Washed Away [OPEN]

[guillotineofgod]

Characters: Anybody washed into the desert by the flood, a shitload of Kishin Eggs.
Location: The desert and ruins surrounding Death City.
Rating: R, in anticipation of swearing in terror.
Time: Sept 14 and onwards, for the duration of the monsoon.
Format: Action or Prose
Description: Whether by accident or in the interest of having fun, more than a few

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[crackingcases]

Naoto stared across the table, wondering once again at the unusual circumstances that brought her here. She was just finishing up breakfast with Rise, someone she considered both friend and ally in battle - a girl she had met no less than four times now, though each circumstance had been different, and not all had been in Inaba. Every time had been new and exciting, of that their was no question, but each had also been familiar and comforting - that was just the sort of effect Rise Kujikawa had on people

[forthecamera]

Rise actually jumped a bit at that sudden sound of thunder and rain, and she followed the direction of Naoto's gaze towards the window. Wow, it was, but it had seemed so sudden. Rise didn't mind rain, but she had never been one for storms. Perhaps it was just because of how dangerous they could be, or how gloomy they made everything seem, it certainly didn't help that in the past rain had always been a sign of danger for the Investigation Team.

Nor that here, in Death City, unexpected weather was rarely ever just that.

A sense of unease washed over her, and suddenly it felt that it wasn't only because of the rain itself. Something had happened, and she felt her thoughts unexpectedly turned towards her partner. He might be out there, she knew he was doing work for the restaurant today.

"Naoto, could you excuse me for a second?" She wanted to call Matt, but she wouldn't forget her manners in front of her friend.

[crackingcases]

Naoto nodded, pushing her seat back as she stood. "I'll keep an eye on the storm." The detective said politely, leaving the table for Rise's privacy. She picked up the bill on the way as well, walking up to the counter to pay for both of them. Considering Rise's sudden worry, it was the least she could do. Naoto had a sneaking suspicion they might be in a bit of a hurry after her friend got a hold of her boyfriend. She didn't want them to have to take the time to stop and take care of the bill.

After that task was complete, Naoto wandered over to the windows by the door, watching the burgeoning storm with mounting anxiety. It looked bad outside, quite bad, and there was no sign of the pouring rain quieting down. Naoto barely resisted the urge to call her own partner - she decided that he was most likely occupied getting the Agency locked down and didn't need her concerned phone calls as of yet. Maybe once Naoto found out the state of the Northern Lights...

She looked over towards Rise, a questioning expression on her face.

[forthecamera]

Rise was grateful that Naoto seemed to understanding without her having to elaborate. She watched her rise, but once she was gone she quickly pulled out her SC, the feeling of dread beginning to rise in her.

She connected directly to Matt's SC.

"Hey Matty, are you there?" She waited, and waited, and waited some more, sometimes speaking up again but no answer. Which was very unlike Matthew. A good five minutes had passed when Naoto returned and Rise's face was etched in worry. She answered Naoto's expression with just a shake of her head, then turned off and pocketed the SC.

"He's not answering. He must be outside or--or something."

[crackingcases]

Naoto's brow furrowed at her friend's failure to contact Matt. The detective drew out her own SC to text Raidou - and seemed relieved when she received an answer - but only until she recalled Rise's concern for her own partner. "Did he plan on going on any errands today? Could he be occupied in the kitchen?"

She was quick to bring up logical conclusions to the problem, hoping to somehow ease her friend's concern.