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| Czernobog | Jan 17 2014, 11:50 AM Post #1 |
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Best Influence.
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[Takes place the day after The Only Important Question.] Shin was taking vacation time, and it was eating into his ability to finish his work, but he had checked every other place, searching for signs of his missing nephew. Naoya hadn't checked in to any motels in the city, he hadn't gone to stay with any of his friends. He had left town. Part of him wanted to contact the Hisakawa family. Naoya's maternal bloodline hadn't really ever spoken to them, hadn't helped them, after his parents married -- had that been the place where everything had begun to go wrong? ...no, he had said that he was going back, and he had never even spoken to the Hisakawa family -- but Shin stopped short. Kyo had been right, he assumed. The things that went unspoken were the most important. So he found himself combing the mountain paths where Yumi Imoto had taken her son hiking before her death. The high places, exposed to wind and storm, where death and life became crosshatched and the veneer of civilization fell away. Shin hadn't ever been one for nature. He was a creature of cities, and he felt most at home surrounded by concrete and asphalt and glass. The Archangels -- whom he couldn't help but think of as Fyodor loyalists and vigilantes, regardless of their self-imposed restrictions -- had helped him figure out the direction. Records had led him to the general area, but the mountain upon which she had died had to be fifteen square kilometers of jagged rock and trackless forest. Shin walked the paths that threaded through the territory, and found no sign off him. Had they been wrong? He descended the mountain. The air was cold. Winter would be here soon. He paused and looked at the sky, which was painted gold and pink by the sunset. Clouds moved quickly across it. That was a sign that the wind was moving quickly up there, sweeping in moisture from the coast. That meant... Something small and hard and wooden fell and cracked against metal. He turned his head toward it, and ventured off the path. After a moment, he tripped over a motorcycle hidden under a tarp. He pulled the tarp off and examined it. It was the somewhat irregularly shaped vehicle that Naoya had built -- not one particular make, but with a strange kind of unity to it -- and he looked over it. The engine was cold, and had been drained of oil, and the battery disconnected. He intended for the motorcycle to be usable, but he expected to be here a long time. Shin crouched there and thought for a moment. His nephew was here. His nephew didn't want to be found. But Naoya was as much a creature of cities as he was. Soon the weather would turn, and expose him to elements which might kill him. Shin couldn't let that happen: he had promised Naota that he would look after the boy. He couldn't let down his older brother. But it would be dark soon, and who knew whether he would be able to find Naoya? Shin turned, and headed back for the car. He would post his findings to Bedlam. Hopefully they could get a scanner out here. Edited by Czernobog, Jan 17 2014, 11:50 AM.
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