[silent steps]
[X] -- He stalks out of the portal on the heels of the invading drone army, and pauses to savor the crisp unpolluted air of the other city's district, so similar to what he remembers as home Mariejois, but not. His brother would have loved it here, he thinks wryly, with all of its beautiful corruption and power plays. There's little doubt in his mind that his brother at full power would have no trouble subjugating either of the two cities, in all of their orderly chaos. Unfortunately ( or fortunately, he supposed, depending on which side you were on ) he had never the inclination for conquest or subjugation that Doflamingo had, never the madness nor ambition to overthrow governments and make their people his own. No, he was in it for one reason, and one reason only: his brother, and despite all of his searching, that has been missing from his life for as long as he’s been in this odd plane of existence. Perhaps Doflamingo will be in this plane of existence, he muses as he strides away from the portal, leaving drifting patches of silence in his wake.
→ The district he’s wandered into is awfully messed up, as understated as it might be. The intrusion of the the Alter city has wreaked havoc upon all of the districts he’s come through, and he knows the damage goes far beyond that. He’s helped as best he can, wandering the city, fending off invading drones and alters if needed, or just cleaning up after fights, though he tries to avoid the latter due to his clumsiness. (There’s also a tendency to cause more damage than he fixes, but shhhh) Abruptly he trips over nothing, going down in a hail of black feathers and flailing limbs, and ouch! he still isn't quite healed, and he doesn’t notice anything until he realizes it was all silent. No thump, no crash, he didn’t even hear a still sound that came out of this healing throat (which was good ‘cause he still sounded like Sengoku’s goat). But it’s still odd because he knows that this silence isn’t his but somehow... is? He pauses to gather himself, reaching for a conclusion he knows is so obvious it’s slipping out of his mental fingers. Oh. Oh. His Alter.
→ Scrambling up, he nearly falls over again, but there’s no time for that! He’s spent some time during this catastrophe wondering about his own alternate, what was different about them, were they a marine like him? Maybe a pirate? He could live with that. What he’s scared of is finding that they contracted Doflamingo’s madness, because it confirms a small insidious doubt that he could have been his brother, could have been the monster Doffy made himself willingly (could have killed his own father for nothing). Regardless, he feeling the need to track down his alternate, if only to say hi, or if his worse fears came to light, to put the other down himself.
