Truth be told, Raiden is a bit worried. He’s made a full search of his room in the Palilicium by now, and discovered that the small store of fuel cells and nutrient packs that he was keeping in his other room, in the Emmerich household, has been transferred over here. That’s good. It’ll keep him going for a couple of weeks at least. But. Well. He only just got used to not replenishing his electrolytes every ten minutes or so in combat with his customised body, and the lack of spare fuel is making him antsy.
He asks his holophone where to go to find electrolytes. He doesn’t expect a straight answer, but it actually points him toward the Crises market, so he’s on his way over there when he spots something... strange on top of a spire.
It’s a black dot, at first. Raiden pulls up his AR panel and gets a closer view: a slim figure in a gas mask perched precariously on the slanted roof of the building to his west. Half-kneeling, half-sitting, eye-holes staring blankly out at the disturbed child’s maze of Crises below them. Eerie, even for this place. He might’ve mistaken it for a sculpture if he couldn’t detect it breathing.
Hmm.
He doesn’t walk straight up the side of the building to investigate; that would be decidedly unstealthy, and he isn’t quite sure he can even get the speed to run vertically at the moment. Instead, he locates the stairwell inside the spire - the inside is oddly empty, like a church stripped of all furniture and decoration - and ascends as far as he can. A window is ajar on the highest landing; he carefully fits himself through it, thankful to have left his concealing clothes back in his room. Agility trumps civilian comfort when you’re climbing up a tower.
Unfortunately, his clawed feet knock a roof tile free almost to the top. It breaks in half, clatters its way down the other tiles, and the gas-masked person just above him snaps its head around to see him. Damn. Okay, stealh time is over. “Hi,” Raiden says awkwardly. “What’re you doing up here?”
