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[blondejokes]

Date & Time: 12 August all day, morning to night
Location: All over this place, also in her room at night if Meg Masters, her roommate, wants to bug her or ... something lmao
Characters: Ino Yamanaka and OPEN
Summary: Ino is a little disoriented and she just wants to get home.
Warnings: None?

Ino was still ready for war. She had been in the middle of it, even, before being thrust into this ... strange world. She had taken her very formal arrival seriously; after all, fighting against reanimated Shinobi had opened her mind up to all sorts of strange occurrences. Her questions had been left unanswered, however, and she left feeling very unsatisfied.

She held the bow in her right hand, walking proud and tall in her Chuunin vest and uniform. She wasn't sure who to approach, if anyone was an enemy here, if it was even safe to walk around. But she was far from frightened. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins, senses heightened, limbs relaxed in case something attacked.

But, overall, she just felt and appeared very confused.

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[rorosa]

"Not entirely. I only saw the interior, and it was dark... couldn't tell where it was." Corosa looks around, at all the buildings, frowning. That room could be any of these places.

"I think so, too," he said, to Ino's second remark. "He said he could help. We just have to find him, first."

And how would they start? Corosa remembered the inside of the prisoner's room. Ino could, presumably, search around the city better than he could. But the city was big; Corosa hardly had any idea where to start. He barely even knew anything about this place.

"You'll help, then?" he asked, looking back to Ino. Only then did it occur to him that proper introductions had not yet been made. He held out his one hand. "Corosa Nyem. Gunslinger."

[blondejokes]

She nodded, then shook his hand politely. "Yamanaka Ino. Fifth Division." Not that it would have mattered much to him, really, but it came off her tongue like a nervous tick. She had said it so often before the war that she couldn't say her full name without adding it on.

"If you only saw the interior, that isn't much to go on. For all we know, all of these buildings look the same on the inside."

[rorosa]

The handshake didn't last very long. Corosa stepped back, quickly.

"I can't imagine that they would all look like that," he mumbled. Then, realizing how useless that statement was, he explained, "The room was big, dark... I remember, uhm. Stone and steel. And water." A frown. "There was water running, somewhere, inside the building. The floor was wet."

He looked around, again. It had been such an oppressive, unfriendly place. But all the buildings here look oppressive and unfriendly to him. And they all looked the same, to boot. Corosa had not spent long enough in the city proper to know anything about it yet.

"I think we need a map," he said.

[blondejokes]

"How would a map help us?" She scowled. She had a feeling this would be a huge waste of time. Being friendly was one thing, but chasing down a man who may or may not be able to help in a room that they didn't know the location of? That was pretty damn idiotic.

"They don't show the inside of buildings."

[rorosa]

"I want to know where their headquarters are, first," Corosa said. He was starting to pace, admittedly partly due to anxiety -- the city was getting to him, again. "And get a better idea of this place. Where would they put a prison?"

Not at headquarters, certainly, but it might be a good place to start searching anyway. Speaking of.

He frowned. "There's... two other people who may have seen the room, too."

[blondejokes]

"Try to relax," she offered. Pacing made her nervous, as her father only paced when something was seriously wrong. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Prisons were tricky to locate, as they could be disguised or underground, completely hidden from enemy detection. This guy was really going to put her to work.

"Who are they?" She'd need more than just herself to locate this guy.

[rorosa]

Corosa did stop pacing, but he was certainly no less anxious than before.

"I never got their names," he said. He didn't feel terribly stupid or guilty about that. He'd walked from a fight into an ocean and he did not think that he could be blamed for not pausing to ask for peoples' names. "One of them was... a grey girl, with horns."

He paused just to reflect on how incredibly sane he sounded. And he sighed.

"And the other was a dark-skinned woman, with..." Another pause, to recall. He hadn't paid attention. There'd been monsters to fight. "Blond hair, I think."

Both had been fairly unique-looking. He assumed it would not be hard to spot either.

[blondejokes]

"A grey girl with horns?" Ino repeated, sounding doubtful. Him not having gotten their names was a problem as well. She scowled.

"That isn't much to go on in a place like this." For all she knew, that could be normal in this place. What with everyone being from different worlds and all that nonsense.