[color=0072bc]-Makoto Shinzo : ???-[/color]

As the boy was discerning the area in front of him, he hadn't taken notice of the two people hidden from his vision and saw a peculiar painting of a boy with a strange blade on his shoulder. From what he had analyzed so far, it was in the shape of a key, one that would be used to lock or unlock an abnormally huge door. It looked rather ridiculous, but in hindsight, he drove the sensation of wonder off, shedding the thoughts of it being such a silly but serial looking weapon.

It probably wasn't fate that gave him the chance to gaze upon another wielder, but rather a controlled method. Makoto also had a similar weapon to the boy, rather more bluish in tint. Regardless, he reserved all his judgement, studying the other characters that were the center of the photo. A anthropomorphic duck and dog dressed in differentiating color schemes, but a similar style.

The boy cocked his left eyebrow up at the background figures behind the realistic painting, not at all finding them to be familiar. This could only further drive him to continuous bemusement over why he felt a sort of connection to the painting. It wasn't real in any sense, but it really was something off to him. Makoto wracked his head over it due to his own dream and connecting it to a false person.

Frustrated over the lack of answers he failed to achieve, he let out an exasperated sigh, still not realizing the creeping misfortune coming upon him. He shook his head and began to grind his teeth in sheer annoyance. This painting meant nothing to him, but that latching feeling of awareness. It felt aalmost ludicrous to ask this painting something, but he was curious to question and figure out what was transpiring.

[color=0072bc]"Who exactly are you all? Why do you have that blade, one that so closely mimics and almost resemble the one I wielded before within the confines of my mind?"

"... My god, I sound mad. I could only imagine Akemis expression of horror on her face if she saw me in this state. I bet I would look like a shell of a former friend to her..."

[I]"Still, I can't slough off how surreal this whole predicament is. First being attacked by peculiar creatures, and then this? I'm at a blank point and alo-"[/i][/color]

Scratch that sentiment as a voice shot up from behind him, feminine and just as confused as Makoto himself. The boy swiftly pivoted around to find that there was a person, male, about his height, walking towards him. The girl behind him had the appearance of being scorned by fickle fate, being just as unfamiliar with this event as Makoto.

As he identified the two, he slightly put his foot back just in case he needed to do something drastic. The boy wasn't able to properly identify if his actions were hostile, but he went back on the words he managed to hear uttered. When thinking about it in hindsight, there was no malignant intentions here, or so he knew currently.

Calming down, Makoto became less tense, his shoulders leveling themselves to be on par with his chest. His aggressive facial expression had toned down to his regular, uncaring look implanted in his system. All of them were taken, but by something whimsical and mystic as told in fictional story books. The location was unknown, however there was a sliver of light peering in from a board.

Investigating the foreign area was of top priority in part to the impending shadows possibly lurking about, however he couldn't just leave these two behind. With a vehement sigh, he stood his ground, staring the boy down before giving his input on the whole situation.

[color=0072bc]"I was hoping no one would of heard me talking to myself, but eh, whatever... Lets get this straight, I can discern that no one in the general vicinity is the culprit or a lackey since your casually strolling towards me and she is crying."[/color]

Hopefully he cleared that possible speculation up that something was amiss with one of the other two possibly getting too accusatory with each other which would in turn waste not only his time, but theirs. With that finished, he began to start at his own pace towards the kneeled over girl who was looking rather depressed as she appeared to have lost something precious to her, all the while speaking to them both. As he traversed towards the girl, he passed the boy, not caring for what he would do, unless he would perform something demeaning that impaired him from making it to the blonde girl.

[color=0072bc]"I don't intend to linger around here and whine to myself or wonder what the heck just happened so it's best to get over whatever you are feeling or else none of us will escape. Being shocked and not taking any action that helps not only yourself nor anyone is downright idiotic. Got it memorized you two? Don't waste my time... just like I'm doing with you missy."[/color]

With a sigh, he bent over to look at the girl who was afraid. Even though this was for his friend, he could always buy another one later as he knew. He shook his head, frowning slightly as he glared at her, hoping for some sort of eye contact. The boy made sure not to appear too hostile, but rather haughty in a jerk-ass sort of way. 

With his right hand, he slowly put it forward, revealing something familiar to him - Sea-Salt ice cream. Pulling out the other in his mouth and holding it in his free hand and stared at it, then back at her. Makoto gave off the appearance of giving the stick to her, but eventually just decided to shove throw it away by thrusting it to the side, causing it to bounce off the wall and onto the floor.

[color=0072bc]"Here, take it. I don't like seeing another cry as it's annoying and useless. Sure letting out your tears will help from time to time, but I am sure that a loved one didn't die in front of your eyes... unless they did in which case my condolences. Anyways, I hope this cheers you up so we can all get a move on it as you're not the only one who wants to return to Twilight Town."[/color]

As he offered the ice cream to the girl, he returned his gaze to the other boy, feeling he would want to go back home too. Now that he thought about it, he never really did see these two around Twilight Town... maybe they were anti-social to an extent like him? Didn't get out much?

[color=0072bc]"Best we compose ourselves and save introductions for later once we have a semblance of what is going on while being in a benign situation. Don't delay unless it is important, or else I will leave you two in the dust if you don't bother to keep up or talk. Hope you two find that sound for now."[/color]