08-01-2015, 11:32 PM
Kenjiro took the moment to look out onto the horizon, looking at the various gates. Many of them looked too wild and wooly for his taste. He wasn't a survivor or adventurer. He was a defender of the people...That steel gate seemed to be what he was looking for. Steel didn't just grow like trees or wood, and it meant a city. A city meant somewhere he could patrol and feel alive again...A nod. "I'm not going to think about it anymore. Let's go, Pegaso." The motorcycle gave a whinny as it's response, the engine giving a roar as he headed towards the Gate in the distance. Wherever he went, he knew his mission. To protect the people of the world...even if that world had changed itself.