Scoped and Interested (Open)

[Jojo Kaguya]

Jojo’s eyes would look up at the setting sun. She always believes that the most useful places in the world would be lived through and therein seen in the nights themselves. She personally loved the thought that she would live through the night as her own self hated sunlight personally but she would look about the area of Shinjuku as she would arrive finally with her body in steady transferable of detail. She would look about with an ease and steadily move through the streets as the lights came on that night, old pubs and old shops opening up and closing away.

All of this luckily was normal for Jojo, as she had actually been studying this place for a while now, her own self esteem in an ease, as she would see to the likelihood of being in a happy state. She would ease her own mentality in the stationary way, as her own self was dressed like a civilian, her bodily postures reflecting such easily while she would also be carrying her hidden handgun as well as carrying a sword. The sword only allowing her to appear more traditional to the Japanese and although she got evil looks from the military they did nothing.

Mainly due to the sword having a sheath lock to it, easily undoable to someone knowledgeable to her trick with it, she happened to easily have such a sword to only appear more like a Japanese individual. Her bodily self also refining it while at the same time her own knowledge of this was at a loss as she was a half breed. Nonetheless, she would get off the train and travel through the streets, seeing the multiple Japanese sitting about, moving and lazing as well. She only eased her own self into their minds to get a sense of how one acted around this place in such a manner.

“I wonder if any of them will actually meet me today… Or will they all shy away because I carry a sword?” She would think to herself in the actual event. She was only curious and yet her mind was scoping the area, vantage points and areas of which she could actually hide or attack from in her Sutherland if this place ever came under battle. To her knowledge she would not know now, her rank was too low for such information yet she still wondered and still though about it.

[Kallen Kozuki]

Recently things slowed down. Plans were decided on and people were relaxing. It was the calm before the storm. Most of the time, Kallen was best to be alone. She rarely had the opportunity to shed her layers and be the Kallen she wanted to be. Her life was dictated by which last name she claimed at the time. When she was younger a surname was just that, nothing more. The 'ghetto' was a good place to get away. Her life as a Britannian was stifling to say the least. But her life as a resistance group member was stressful. There was a place nearby where she walked on now, her long legs taking quick well-placed steps. The air was still chilled, calling for a light jacket over a yellow tee. Even though she was Kallen Kozuki for the time being, her hair wasn't styled the usual way. Today she let it hang around her face. Honestly she didn't feel like messing with it when she'd woken up that morning.

It seemed like the thing to do. With his plan set in motion, Kallen felt like it was obvious she'd visit the small memorial erected in her brother's memory. The day his death was revealed to her still plagued the back of her mind and this particular operation was painful to the red-head. It was his plan. All of it. He should be here, with them. Her brother should be leading the mission but he was dead now.

Kallen's eyes floated about the area, she took in her surroundings; mulling them over in her mind and comparing them to Britannian-ran areas. Well, not like Shinjuku wasn't completely controlled by the Britannians as well, the area they were in was to be an example but to Kallen it was freedom. This small area was like a tribute to the better world that stood before Britannia decided to leave it's mark on Japan.

Despite the turmoil of emotion she was experiencing, the weather was bright with a cold breeze. If not for the wind it would of been a warm day. A few flowers dared to come from ash and rubble against the cold. No matter how you try to snuff something out, sometimes something stronger and better can grow in it's place. The thought brought a smile to her face, it was somber at first but soon she was remembering better days and her face lit up in smiles. Once she had traversed the distance to her brother's memorial, Kallen was in much better spirits. She settled in beside the small stone engraved with his memory. There was his name, and under that was his epitaph. The last and only thing Kallen could of given him. At least, at the time it seemed like it was.

You stood up when no one else would. You did things everyone else thought couldn't be done. In your memory, we will carry on.

Somewhere near here was the small shack Kallen's family ended up in after the war. She might of gone to visit it too but some other family had probably claimed it by now. Anyways, there's nothing there but bad thoughts. She heard footsteps coming from past Naoto's headstone. It could be someone from the Britannian Police making their rounds. Kallen sat calmly for a moment longer in order to speak with her deceased brother,

It's starting, Naoto. You know, I don't think anyone has taken all this as seriously as they do now. I hate to think it's cause you passed away, but sometimes I wonder... We'll get em good. I promise.

Kallen stood up. She squinted down at the foliage surrounding the immemorial. There was an incense bowl on top of the stone. Normally she would light some ceremonial incense and leave it there. Such practice was deemed illegal by Britannia but... It was their ways. Today however, Kallen needed to move along. The 'grave' marker was placed in the middle of large piles of rubble to hide it from others. Emerging from the area, Kallen could see not too far from there a thin woman walking around. Kallen quickly noticed the sword beside her in it's sheath. A sword? Seriously? Whatever floats your boat, I guess. Her eyes moved down the opposite end of the street. There were no signs of Britannia scum nearby. Kallen started her way back to the base, which was sort of the direction the other girl was walking in. She placed her pale hands inside her jacket pockets before walking towards the lady.

Kallen eyed her suspiciously, she hadn't seen her around there before. Who was she? Kallen didn't assume to know everyone in the settlements but she thought she was pretty damn close. Kallen was in arms reach of the girl when she spoke out, smiling a bit. Generally, she stayed away from other people. Especially people she didn't know. She didn't want to know what would happen if she blew her cover, "Heeey, you know it's getting late. Britannians aren't very nice to our kind, if you hadn't noticed," She did not move beside the woman. Instead she kept her distance about a foot behind her. Kallen eyed the back of her head, waiting for her to answer.