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[DOUBLE PERSON EVENT]

[Landrobe]

*On one side, Landrobe is arriving at Domino at the Island Monorail station. He gets his bearings together as he steps out.*

Where could he be...

[???]

*but meanwhile, somewhere else in the city, a young boy with long black hair slinks around in the backstreets and alleys, glasses glinting to show some very purple eyes. He rubs his head, groaning.*

Of all the ways to wake up... I trapped those people who had me and I ran off, realized it was the infirmary, panicked and got here... But now I can't remember why I was here in the first place. I should've gone and checked if any notes were around. And I have the worst headache, too... *he pats his side a bit, and then grumbles*

I don't even have my deck or my disk on me. This is the worst.

*he flicks out a phone instead, seemingly from nowhere, brushing the hair out of his line of sight*

What to do, what to do... Do I just bother making those if I want to have any fun...? Do I even want to right now? It'd be better than going back, I guess... *he starts muttering instead.*

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*geh, this guy's following me. What's he even talking about?

He flicks out his phone, scrolling down quickly before pressing something.

Cyril you just ran into a transparent wall*

He hits it and nearly falls over. Blinks as he puts his good arm to it.

"Oh, now that's fuckin' interestin'. Why's 'e runnin' though...?"

He runs through a few scenarios in his head. People run when they don't want to be caught. Lucius is clearly off island, snuck out without Landrobe noticing...

... he was right, the kid finally snapped. Heat radiates off him in waves as he attempts to punch through the transparent wall.

"This is gettin' fuckin' fun! Gotta catch ya if we're goin' slummin', huh?"

*as much as he'd WANT that wall to hold, the Lord of Azure Flames punching it is definitely gonna shatter it.

He'd almost want to stop and scream out his disbelief but instincts say to run faster. He clicks something else on his phone, as he suddenly picks up speed. How...?*

... this is gonna suck alot. Why'd he pick today to fight?

He starts running again, just keeping pace this time, still radiating heat as his makeshift sling begins to catch fire. Blue fire.

"Hey! If ya dun wanna talk ta me that's fine, but Landrobe's looking fer ya! 'E dun need ta be wanderin' the 'ole fuckin' city lookin' fer yer runaway ass!"

*-- Landrobe?

he swerves around. oh, that's why he got faster. he got skates somehow. He's holding the phone, ready to make another wall if he needs to escape.*

How do you know Landrobe?

... Also your sling is on fire.

"...ya got shoes like Escher, but fer skatin' on land? Smart."

He pauses. Isn't there communication between these people?

"Yeah, well, ain't like it's really gonna 'urt me. The fire, I mean. The sling comin' apart is gonna be a bitch.

I 'ung out with 'im a few weeks ago? 'e's a good kid, jus' a lil' spooky."

The man crosses his arms, looking you up and down.

"An' ta get it all outta the way, I dun know Garum super great, 'e reminds me o' one o' my friends though. I'm datin' Escher, an' can't decide if I like or intensely hate Mithra. Missin' anyone?"

Sure, you've proven that you know who they are.

But you haven't said who you are.

... Ham and cheese?

... nah, I just punched through a magic wall and I'm starting to set myself on fire, he's probably got the right idea.

"Cyril, currently. The Raucous Lord o' Azure Flames."

Oh. A lord? *he lowers his phone a little*

And you claimed you know me?

"If yer Lucius, yeah."

...Not really nervous sounding enough to be Lucius though. At least, the impression he got.

"Dun ya remember interactin' with me on the journals?"

*... he seems to get an expression of "oh." for a moment.*

Right. Now I get it.

"...Huh? Am I mistakin' ya fer 'im or something?"

*... maybe not exactly, but.*

I'm not Lucius. I'm... *he takes a moment to say the name, like he's remembering it* Eidos.

"Eidos."

Someone better call Ripley's because he doesn't fucking believe it.

"Yeah, aight, I'll bite. Why ya look like 'im?"

Do I need to actually say why I look like him?

"...Nah, I guess not. Jus' makin' sure my firs' guess wasn't wildly off target."

He leans up against something, trying to hide his pained face.

"What're ya doin' out in the city?"

*his thumb is moving around on the phone's screen as he holds it, hnm.*

Would you believe I panicked and came here instead? That's the closest to an explanation I would be willing to ever give.

"Nah, that's fair. Ya jus' met me, dun gotta spill out e'rythin'.

... Ya wanna stay out fer a lil' bit longer, kid? I'm willin' ta 'elp."

... Why do you want to help, is the question here, first.

He shrugs.

"I dunno. 'Cause I've decided I'm gonna 'elp 'owever ya'd want me ta? Mostly 'cause I've gotten kinda comfy 'ere an' it dun 'urt 'less I move."

....

Do you need a new sling.

"It'd be nice, yeah."

Fine. I'm only doing this as a favor once, since you're not trying to chase me down anymore.

*he scrolls and clicks something on the phone, seems to input a few things, and then...

Hey, there's a new sling on your arm, Cyril. It's like the old one not only got repaired, but also, you know.

Became an actual sling.*

He blinks. Looks at you.

"Thanks. Modern tech is never gonna cease ta amaze me. Ya gonna try an' 'ead back ta yer dorm tonight, then? Or explore the city?"

I'd have fixed the arm, but I don't feel like standing around for an hour altering the program. *damn, that sounds useful but time consuming.*

I'm wondering if it'd be worth it going back there. I think I might've trapped some staff in transparent boxes for a while.

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