@assistlayton late starter lol
Did it surprise him? No. An abrupt revamping of a Ward was rather tame if you consider what else they’ve done without warning, let alone asking.
Though, just because he wasn’t surprised by it, doesn’t mean he was much of a fan of such — no, quite the contrary. Then again, one could argue he’d be unhappy no matter what they’d do, anyway. That said; Ofiuco, huh?
They’re sure a fan of thwarting their credibility away for sport. If anyone even noticed, that is. Many citizens didn’t seem like they did, if that’s anything to go by. He wasn’t sure if that was amusing, or despicable.
His disdain aside, it’s still for the best if he makes himself familiar with the new locations, especially since he doesn’t have the experience of the ‘Fantasia war’ most speak of. At least the Transportations were rather quick with these bullet trains, even if it took a bit to grow accustomed to them. But, perhaps it would have been better if they weren’t that quick after all; just about the time when the train took a halt, the bright yellow that stood out upon sight made a cog click into place. “Miss—” he’d shout, alas he was too far away to catch her attention, and she was exiting the train already.
It wasn’t his stop, yet Clive grabbed his briefcase and ran out of the train as well, glancing around hastily to figure out where she went for the sake of confirming his suspicions. Thank goodness she stood out easily between the people; else he wouldn’t have spotted her, walking further away. “Miss Altava —” shouted again, squeezing through the masses as if he’s late to work, someone in the background screaming 'Hey!’ as he might have pushed someone by accident. Whoops.
“Hold on-!” by the turn of the street, at the very least there was no crowd he’d have to manoeuvre through anymore, and so he’d sprint again to cross her path, not stopping to think how alarming that might be. And, after catching his breath, “Miss Altava?” for once, it wasn’t his head tricking him into thinking someone looked oddly familiar or the like. That must be her.
The issue’s just, “Ehm,” gods, that’s not the greatest first impression, is it now? “Forgive me for acting so intrusive, though mind I ask you how much time has passed for you after the Crown Petone Incident-?”
Now that’s not a weird alternative for a greeting.
Emmy is a woman always on the move- Especially in this new setting she’s found herself in. There’s just so much to see, so much to explore! Doesn’t help that a certain two people are no longer with her to be her impulse control. (Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? She isn’t sure yet.)
As such, she’s walking at a very brisk pace through all the crowds of people. If she’s going to get a good look around the place, she can’t slow down for anything can she?
Or so she thought, as she certainly wasn’t expecting to hear her name called out. She doesn’t think there’s anyone around here that knows her, and yet... And yet here someone’s calling her by her surname, no less, even when she’s always insisted on being called just ‘Emmy.’ This alone is enough to stop her dead in her tracks, when before she’d no intention on stopping.
She turns around, curiously looking at the man who called out to her. She... Definitely doesn’t recognize him. Granted, she’s met many people in her travels with the professor, so... Perhaps it’s possible she hadn’t much noticed him, or had simply forgotten him.
He asks a very strange question, too... How long had it been since the Crown Petone incident, he says? That’s... Kind of unnerving. Not only does he know her name, but he knows an incident she’s been involved in, too. How exactly does he know all that, and yet she doesn’t even recognize him? However concerned she is though, curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to hear him out.
“About two years ago... Why do you ask?” she responds at last, “Do you happen to know me, Mr....?”
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