Zone C -- Megacity One

[Dust]

In the daunting shadows of the ship yard, a figure leaped from one ship to the other. He fell into the metal deck with some silence, but if there were anyone lurking around they may just hear the larger man's weight thump lightly against the ship's floor. He was still eyeing the ship that had a faint light to it, a life of it's own. He had already missed any chances at finding his own treasure in this scavenger hunt, but he did find a old bag and thought it would come in handy, it was slung over one of his broad shoulders, and threatened to fall. He shrugged it back up into position as he stood back to his full height. For someone who put 'beach bum' as his occupation, Dust only kind of looked the part. Sure he had longer hair than most males would sport in his profession, especially in the winters of Russia, but it was not bleached by the sun; his skin still fairly white as well. But his only cover for the duration of his time here were the shorts he wore. They weren't actually trunks, or at least they didn't start out as that. They were just a tight pair of shorts that hugged his muscular thighs, but with some tuning he's lightened the fabric and given them mesh liner and pockets.

Another leap into the air and he landed on the ship that had caught his eye, but found it simply unmanned and unattended. It would appear he was deceived by the fog, this ship was in fact as dead as the rest of them. He found nothing but empty crates, empty rooms, and an empty captain's quarters. He did take this one chance to stand at the helm of the ship, put his hands on the wheel and give it a slight tug in either section. In the horizon he saw the city before him. It almost reminded him of the busy place he'd once called home, he could even imagine the rooms, comfortably cramped and side by side one another. He could hear the deafening silence that was thick between people in the same building but living separate lives that were boring for the majority of their existence. If that was actually what transpired in those buildings beyond the port and shipping area, he wouldn't know until he reached those skyscrapers.

Instead he stepped out of the ship, still on edge as it all felt like a trap someone could easily fall into if they had no wits about them, he moved to the edge of the ship's bow and took in the scenery again. They had already made plans to look for each other, but without any clue where to start Dust wondered if he should remain in place a bit longer. He could sniff them out, surely, but he'd have to find some sign of them first.

Then as luck would have it, he picked up the faint scent of death and determination in the air, while the water lapped at the metal ship, he also heard foot steps. He ducked behind the railing to keep out of sight, but when Dust saw the man he'd been side by side with before teleporting here appear out of the fog, Dust grinned with delight and triumph. He picked himself up off the ship, and thrust himself into the air. And Takezo would hear the sound of something swiftly falling towards him. The man already gripping his sword readied for an attack, stopping, bending his knees slightly, ready to strike any beast that dared to lurch out from the fog. And he would have struck the mountain of a man that stepped into his vision, had his gut told him to stop just moments before the figure stepped into his field of vision.

Both men smiled at each other, their plan to find each other was already fruitful.

Dust's grin was wide, beastly, and his eyes carried victory while his arm carried the limp army green backpack with multiple but empty pockets except some miscellaneous objects: A spoon, a spool of thread, a case sewing needles with most of them missing, and few paper clips and crumbs at the bottom. It was only when he looked back expecting Dawn to also appear out of the fog that the grin slacked into a serious look, his lips going limp and neutral. Then he spoke: "You're alone.." He said, stating the obvious, and frowning a bit more as he realized it meant they were only half way done. "Then let's go, lead the way."

With a nod, Takezo took the lead, his wolfish companion at his side and keeping his senses open to dangers that lurk.

Moving from C13 to C12