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[cachaemic]

Who: Ganta Igarashi (cachaemic) and Chief Makina (eristical) for now.
What: Someone had to find him first...
Where: Oh, nowhere in particular.
When: Slightly backdated to right after Tamaki's last post(-ish).

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[eristical]

Unless, that was, Makina happened to find him first.

Genkaku's games had come to some fruition, at least, though the thought made her boil with anger - that man was no better than the prisoners! To deal such a hand against them - but she would deal with him later (not much later, but later). For now, the window of opportunity was open, and there was no chance that she would let another close it before she could jump through.

A location ping right to the area of an incapacitated Ganta seemed almost too convenient; it was for this reason that Makina approached with stealth in a pair of soft-soled shoes she'd managed to scrounge up and a heavy black jacket. Under that her sabre was concealed; perhaps, finally, she'd be able to put it to some use...

[cachaemic]

For one reason or another, Ganta kept using his communicator while he waited. He was catching up with the people he knew, the ones he'd met in the city. It seemed almost weird that any of them would worry about him, but that was before he found out they what they saw. Not that he knew exactly what or how, but it was unnerving when he thought about how similar it must have been to the shows they put on in the prison. At least they seemed to understand that it wasn't Nagi's fault... Ganta leaned back on the wall, wondering if he should try walking back himself. He could be there for a while if he didn't.

Somehow it never occurred to him that anyone else was looking for him.

He felt more than he saw the shadows move by, and he looked up from where he was sitting. He wasn't expecting Shiro to figure out how to get there so quickly, but maybe he got lucky. Pocketing the communicator, he slowly stood back up and poked his head out to see.

[eristical]

Either way, Makina's communicator was the last thing she was paying attention to. She would find out late about Ganta's use of it; for now, she had turned it off so as to avoid some inconvenient sound that might give away here location. She had what she needed from it already - one simple location ping.

She'd never been impressed with the adolescent's intelligence, not when he'd come to Deadman Wonderland and not now, and so was not entirely surprised to realise that he was still here. Lucky for her. Stupid, for him. In her observation, Ganta had never gained a prison mentality.

She darted flush against the wall when she saw him moving inside, hand tight against her sabre handle, ready to pounce as he extended his head. She would have only one change to properly snare him in a way that she thought would make it less likely for him to severely wound her.

[cachaemic]

Of course it wasn't Shiro. Nothing was there. It must have just been someone walking by. That or his Familiar finally found him again. Ganta still didn't know where that bear had gone off to, it wasn't like it could hide that easily. He didn't understand much about them anyway.

A warm breeze blew by, and for a moment he noticed it was actually pretty nice weather out. For the first time, he realized something was different. It took him a minute to figure out what. The city was covered in glass before... wasn't it? What happened to it?

... It didn't matter. Maybe he imagined the whole thing. Just standing up made his knees feel weak, and he cradled his face in his hand. He hadn't lost all that much blood, he shouldn't be so lightheaded. He needed to rest for a while.

With a final wistful glance at the sky, he turned back inside.