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[Kai had finally decided to brave the North Wing in search of some cloaks for Ryou and himself. After all, you couldn't play a proper game of Mages and Warriors without them. It hadn't surprised him much when he'd stumbled on a room full of capes, cloaks, and armor, of all things. Avoiding trying on any of the latter had been a challenge, but eventually he'd found a sapphire blue cloak he thought Ryou would like, and a black one for himself. Deciding to try it on, Kai hadn't even noticed that it'd gone from fitting perfectly to being way too big. In fact, there were a lot of things he hadn't noticed.

Like the fact he was eight years old again.]


These are so neat!

[So now there's a little silver-haired boy scurrying down the hallway to his room, cloak dragging on the floor behind him while he clutches the blue one to his chest. He knows he lives here now, but he doesn't remember being older, or any of the people he's met in this place. He'll probably find it strange that he knows their names, though...]



(OOC: Okay, so there's a room in the North Wing that's doing weird stuff (again). Kai wanted the cloaks for a childish game, so he's temporarily reverted to being a short stuff. Have fun with that.)
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[Do you know what happens when you put a confused Serb Yugoslavian expatriate in the middle of a strange building in a strange place while he's in the possession of his favorite carbine rifle? He skulks through a hallway quietly, looking for a way out.

Niko nears a window with his back to the wall. And off in the distance? That jungle? That sure wasn't Middle Park. Not long before he heard something that sounded like the most fucked up war-zone he's ever been near. More rushing fire, less bullets. So he's just playing it careful until he finds some sort of damned map.

First he finds a soda machine, though. And that soda machine is not a Sprunk soda machine. He ventures closer, pokes it with the gun as if that's going to help anything, and moves to look behind it as if he's searching for the mechanism for a bomb in an obviously fake piece of inexplicable equipment. Surveillance maybe?

He's pretty sure he's not in Liberty State, anymore.]

Oh, here we go. [Traces of his Balkan accent in those sarcastic sounding words he goes back around to the front of the soda machine, not creeping along for the time being and with his rifle lowered at his side. He's ready to hop behind that thing defensively though.]


((OOC: New person, new character. Niko Bellic from GTA IV. Snarky bastard but pretty friendly and easy to reason down.))
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