GreenGoat & Hamstrong collab
Jetstream Sam & Fujiwara no Mokou
Bern, Switzerland.
Mokou landed somewhere on a street, sighing. There doesn't seem to be anything much here. Nothing that hinted at what brought her here or how she was going to get back to Gensokyo. Well, at least she has all the time in the world to figure it out.
She could feel some sort of energy somewhere, but its very nature seemed... very combative, aggressive. Not something she was interested in for now. They would inevitably meet sooner or later, but she preferred it to be later. There wasn't any joy in fighting normal beings seriously. Sighing again, she wondered how long it would take before she could escape. There wasn't any worry about food or anything, since she was beyond those already, but several hundred years alone would be rather boring.
Perhaps she should practise her danmaku skills.
Well that was that, Sam thought. He'd joined with another odd group. Hopefully they won't feel the need to add their colors onto his suit. Wearing Desperado colors was enough; he didn't want to end up like one of those racers with their suits filled with their sponsors logo. They certainly seemed the type to do just that. Maybe not that bloodthirsty woman. He got mixed feelings from her, not enough to form a solid opinion.
Now that he had joined however, he had decided to look around the place. Even if there wasn't anything of interest, knowing the area around them would be useful. He didn't go too far before he stumbled upon a white haired girl by herself in a ruined street.
"Oh? What's a pretty young girl doing by herself here?"
He didn't need to ask. From his own situation, and her looking like she didn't belong here was enough to tell him she herself was stuck here by some unknown force. Plus her clothes was clean, even if they looked odd, and she was just standing around looking bewildered.
Mokou turned around at the voice, wondering if this was going to turn out to be a fight. Instead of a youkai, however, the voice came from a human, wearing some sort of armor. Instead of a challenge, it was instead a genuine inquiry. Relaxing, she sat down on one of the flatter debris, eyes focused on the man before her. "I'm lost", she said, hoping the man would know something worthwhile. "Do you perhaps know where I am, or how I can go back?"
Just as he thought, the girl was stranded here like him. But unlike Sam, she didn't look like she could protect herself. She didn't attack, there was no hint of hostility in her voice, or anything else that says 'I'm dangerous'. He scratched his head, smiling slightly as the girl answered then asked a question of her own. It was hard not to feel like he should bring her back under his protection. She was trusting enough to sit down with her guards down in front of an armed man she just met out of nowhere.
"Ah, if only I had the answer to give such a lovely young lady." Grunting slightly, he sat down himself, taking up a seat near her. "Unfortunately, I've no idea myself. I just got here as well."
Mokou sighed. She should have expected it wouldn't be as easy as a native coming up to her and telling her the answer. But at least she wasn't alone now. He certainly looks strange though. She had never seen anything like what he was wearing. The weapon was familiar but the sheath was different. Perhaps it was for a better grip? "You're human, right?" Blunt as always, she simply said what she was thinking of.
Noticing she was eying his replaced arm and suit, he smiled. "Ah this? Simply a replacement for an arm I lost. I'm mostly human. Not a cyborg or anything like those."
Cyborg? Replacement? Sounds like something the kappa would say. Perhaps this man was a good man, judging not people by their appearance or such. He carried an air of a seasoned warrior as well, though there was a feel of sadness around him. And if he could get the kappa to make those for him... "I see. You're a good man." Realizing she forgot something, she stood up and apologized. "Ah, sorry. I am Fujiwara no Mokou. Call me Mokou."
He was taken aback from that last statement. A good man, huh? While he tried to make his own path following his own beliefs, calling him a good man would be... . "Mokou huh?" He closed his eyes a moment, before regarding the girl with a smile. "Samuel Rodriguez. At your service."