[h2]IZAYOI CITY - Goichi Goethe[/h2]


Goichi rubbed his temples and sat up, getting his face off the sweltering ground. He glanced around him trying to regain his bearings. The Lemon guy was starting to stir again so he scooted away towards the others who by and large seemed to have ignored him. He couldn't exactly blame them, this entire situation just screamed out absurd from all angles. Also most of these people looked like they were still in high school, he'd be totally out of place among them. Maybe it would be better if he just left quietly...

[color=bc8dbf]"Hey! What was going on there guys? Sorry if i'm butting in or anything! Names Gibson! Gibson Ves Hawkin! Nice to meetcha! None of you are hurt right? I've a few more ramune if anyones thirsty! Might take some of the pain away! Hahah!"[/color]

His trepidation was immediately worn away by the taste of dirt and bits of asphalt that were still lingering in his mouth from when he ate the ground just moments before. The offer of a fine beverage immediately lifted Goichi's spirits, and he decided to give this group of wackadoodles and fellow fashion pioneers a chance. 

[color=fff200]"Why thank you sir,"[/color] Goichi said reaching out for one of the drinks, [color=fff200]"Name's Goichi. Goichi Goethe. Professional unemployed and defender of justice, or at least an attempted one."[/color] he chuckled wryly scratching the back of his head.

He glanced at the cheery fellow with the tall hat and stroked his beard deeply in contemplation. He also spared a quick peak at the younger group, but decided it better to get to know the strangers who were closer to his age. [color=fff200]"Hey pops, do I know you from somewhere?"[/color] he inquired, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had just moments ago spoken his name. Must have been the fall he reckoned. Scrambled up his thoughts something fierce. [color=fff200]"You sure look awful familiar, I just can't pin down where I've seen you before"[/color]