[center][h1][b][color=CCCCDD]Gosling "Gus" Mallory[/color][/b][/h1]
[sub]Running into [@Apoalo] as [color=#58FAD0]Kairo[/color] and maybe [@13org] as [color=f26522]Faye[/color][/sub][/center]
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Wheels on tarmac, the great metal dragon finished its descent, slowing, slowing, down to a crawl, prowling now through crowded pathways to its lair. A beast of marvelous construction disgorged its passengers upon the ramp, and among them was one minor magi with business here in Satsumasendai.
Well, Gus liked to think himself just a minor magi, even if he had the necessary talent to be a proper [i]member[/i] of the Guild. And given the crew that had been put together, he was absolutely a no-name. Which might well be his best asset here. Between names like Louis, de Silva, and Ahmadi, a little Mallory would go completely unnoticed.

Right now, past customs and looking a little lost, he wasn't going quite so unnoticed. A check of his phone however very quickly gave him direction. Things had apparently been developing quickly while he'd been in the belly of the beast, to no one's surprise. The only reason they'd called this team in was because things had spiraled wildly out of control.
He started walking, his first destination, the train station.

Honestly, though, it was probably a blessing they hadn't been earlier. The safehouse going up like that meant it wasn't quite so [i]safe[/i] after all. Hopefully because this new place wasn't [i]expected[/i] by the Guild, it also wouldn't be expected by the troublemakers. Hopefully that meant things would be quiet.
Loud would be bad.

The train station was a short walk, which he was thankful for in as the sun was so close to setting. Onboard, things were quiet. And along the way, that simple fact stayed true.

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Walking around Satsumasendai was certainly better than walking in New York last time he'd been there. Sure, not as idyllic and free of traffic as his own hometown, but it was still mostly calm and serene. Though, to be fair it was really only Gosling's surroundings that were serene. He himself tromped along exactly the way that might be expected of any random tourist, boots on concrete, tap tap tap.
He checked his phone again. It was just a few more houses down. A car had driven away from the building just a second ago.
A car had driven away just a second ago.
Now that certainly had Gosling just a little bit on edge. Was that an ally or an enemy arriving here now?
He tapped the power button on the phone, bringing it down to his side as he approached the door himself.