sirenspull_logs | You know what?

Entry tags:

frau,
rochelle

You know what?

Who: Frau and Rochelle
When: Evening, February 29th
Where: First outside of HoA and later in the slummier sectors
Summary: Frau and Rochelle accidentally get themselves into some trouble...
Warnings: Likely just language...

For once, Frau didn't have to work that night. It was actually really nice, and it gave him the chance to simply wander through the different sectors again. When he'd first arrived he wandered nearly everyday, though work had started to cut into that time. He was going to use this time off to his advantage. It wasn't like Frau had any real goal in mind, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to try and pinpoint a future meal. He wasn't really in the mood to expend too much effort though, so he stuck with the sectors that would have less security around. Those with corrupt souls could be found in any sector, from high class to low. It wasn't very likely that he'd have trouble finding someone either.

Once he found a good target, he would follow him back home and remember the location for later that night. Or maybe the night after. He hadn't yet decided if he wanted to try and wait one more day before giving in to the scythe's demands and feeding. In the end, it probably wouldn't make much of a difference either way, so he tried not to linger on the decision. Instead, he just took his time to look around and enjoy himself.

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"They do where I come from. Unless you both know pretty well that you're immune."

That was a whole other story though. Rochelle stuffed her hands in her pockets and her eyes took in the details. There was a spark of familiarity, but she she hadn't been here in a while now.

Frau eyed her in confusion, but he didn't ask. He got the feeling that she didn't want to share, which was something he understood. Unless she decided to tell him on her own, he didn't need to know. Instead he focused on their surroundings again.

A few people were around, but none of them emitted the darkness he was looking for. At least not yet. Frau had little doubt that he would find one.

Oop, Rochelle picked up on that. Telling people normally wasn't something that bothered her. Sometimes she just forgot who she told about home and who she didn't.

"Guess I didn't tell you about the zombies back home, did I? That's my thing. Zombie apocalypses."

"Nope. We've never really had the chance."

He smiled, not the least bit bothered that he'd been kept out of the loop.

"Zombies, huh?"

That was a new one for him.

She nodded. It was a bit somber.

"Yeah. That's what home turned into for me. That's how I learned how to shoot a gun."

It wasn't something she minded telling. She usually held off on it because sometimes people didn't believe it, or she just didn't think to bring it up. It certainly wasn't something she had forgotten, but sometimes Siren's Port could almost be normal life for her again. Almost.

"That's a decent reason."

Frau's reason for learning zaiphon was similar in a way. Of course, now he used his zaiphon more to protect others, though fighting was definitely a part of it still.

His eyes shifted to the side and focused on a man meandering down the street with a sloppy grin on his face. He stored the face in his mind for future reference of someone he could go after. The man seeped darkness.

"The end of the world usually is."

Though she hoped it wasn't actually the end. To be honest, she didn't even know anymore.

Rochelle side-eyed the man herself. He didn't seem all that savory, and crossing her figurative fingers they wouldn't be seeing him again. "Got a place in mind of where you're going yet?"

"Not really. Just following my gut I guess."

Which had so far led him to one potential. Not that they were all that difficult to find. No matter what world you were in, those who had fallen to corruption were there.

"I'm following my head." After a while, her ability to sense the presences of people around here was just like any other sense. A cool, spooky sixth sense, but she could choose to tune it out almost as much as she could tune out the feeling of socks on her feet. ... Having a sixth sense like that wasn't exactly the same as feel, but you got the idea. "Looks like there's a group of people up ahead."

They weren't visible yet, but her head had instantly 'pinged' her to them.

Frau glanced at her for a moment, slightly curious about how she knew that. Even he had no idea that there were people coming. None of their souls stood out enough one way or the other to draw him in.

Instead of asking, he waited a moment to see whether she was right. When they passed the group, he couldn't help being slightly impressed.

"You just know where people are, huh?"

Rochelle grinned. She took her hands out of her pockets and briefly rubbed them together, and looked proud of herself.

"I guess I could have called being immune to the infection my first super power back home. But what that's what I got from the Core here, yup. I got it described to me like a... sixth sense, sort of."

Frau had recently been talking to Hattie about the idea of gaining another ability while being here. He hadn't thought much of it since it didn't apply to him, and he'd never met anyone it had happened to. Interestingly enough, now he had.

"And you just suddenly became able to do it?"

Her head lolled over her shoulder to glance at him. "Just suddenly. Not very well and with really bad headaches to go with them, but... yep, pretty much."

Hands went back in her pockets again. Yeah, she really can't make up her mind about those.

"Did you ever get anything here?"

"I came with my own abilities already. I doubt I'm going to be getting anymore any time soon."

Frau chuckled. The only thing he could possibly want in the way of extra powers from this place was somehow to hold the scythe at bay.

"Yeah?" A small smile started spreading across her face. "Like what?"

But then, suddenly, something seemed to get her attention. Her posture turned a lot less lax, and she turned her head back in the direction they were walking. There was a mixture of confusion and concern on her face, like she was trying to figure something out.

There was a boy in the building two houses down from them. It got her attention because he was the only one there, and running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Since the boy was a stranger to her she couldn't pick up on his identity, but the way his presence was bouncing around was... weird.

"What..."

Frau was about to answer when he noticed the sudden shift in her posture. Frowning, he turned his attention to where she was looking. Once again, he didn't see anything off. Not at first. He didn't doubt her though. Something was telling him that something was off. He didn't sense danger specifically, but that didn't mean much.

"Do you know what it is?"

Not that it would stop him from investigating even if she didn't.

"I... don't know." She stopped. This time she looked at the building ahead--a small, apartment looking place, with better concentration. "I think it's--a kid? A boy. He's the only one in there, but he's all over the place. Like something's up."

Rochelle had said the magic word. Kid. Frau hardly needed any other incentive to find out what was going on. There were only a few things that actually revealed his soft side, and children were definitely one of them. Despite what he looked like, Frau was actually really good with kids.

"Let's go then."

Ro nodded. She didn't need any other incentive than "kid" to get her going, either. She went for the building, moving faster this time.

"That's all I got, I can't tell what's going on otherwise..."

When they got there, the old, rusted door was locked. The place look abandoned. Rochelle tried her hand with the door (which involving shaking the knob and attempting to kick at the door) with no such luch. She started looking for any windows.

"Gotta be SOME way through here..."

"Easy. Blow the lock off."

Frau gave her a gently push to show he wanted her to move aside before standing right in front of the door. It would only take a little bit of zaiphon to destroy the area around the lock. No problem.

He called it up and flicked his wrist easily to send it out. A tiny explosion later and the door was shoved inward by the blast. Problem solved.

"Come on."

Right before that, Rochelle had spotted a window. She reached into her jacket, and pulled out her pistol. The plan was to smash the window with the butt of the gun, when Frau spoke up.

She glanced over, watched, and raised an eyebrow.

"... I was thinking of something quieter, but that works too."

"That was quiet. I didn't do anything big."

And he hadn't really. It had just been a little palm sized explosion. Nothing that would have caused anything near serious injury. He stepped through the doorway and into the room, eyes scanning automatically for the child.

"It's still not exactly stealthy."

Okay, it was. It was palm-sized and quiet. But Rochelle was still thinking more along the lines of normal things. ... You know, because breaking a window with the butt of a pistol looked like an every day occurence too.

WHATEVER. Rochelle just rolled her eyes and didn't say anything else as she walked into the room. She also didn't say anything else as she headed up the stairs nearby, knowing right the fuck where the kid would be. The third floor.

"Who says I was going for stealthy? You said it was just one kid."

That hardly qualified as a need for stealth according to Frau. He could handle a lot more than just one kid. Plus, when a kid was alone, they usually reacted in a panic whether approached normally or with stealth. Or, simply the very first instant they lay eyes on you.

Where they'll punch you in the face and try to jump out the window. A third story window. Stupid brat.

"Lead the way."

Not that Frau didn't have a good idea at this point where their missing kid was. Or, at leas the knew a general direction...

"There is just one kid, but then there's people who can show up OUTSIDE."

WHATEVER MAN, she's not arguing this anymore. She's totally right, okay. And logical. Yeah. So is.

But she had more than just a general direction. She had the boy's exact location. When she got up to the third steps, she honed in down a hallway. The inside matched the outside--old, creaky, worn-out, and not that stable looking. Especially those floorboards. Rochelle took cautious notice of it.

When she got to the right room, she slowly turned the knob and gently pushed the door.

"Hello...?" Not that she really needed to say it for her sake. It was more to let this kid know somebody was here. She peeked her head out. A young, mussy haired boy was there. He looked about as dirty as everything else here. Rochelle frowned, and slowly stepped inside.

"Hey there. You okay?"

She glanced over, and motioned for Frau to come in. Then she looked back at the boy. He looked scared. He was trying to edge away into a corner. "It's just me and my friend, okay? We heard you up here."

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