Hmph

[Sage Sudeki]

Standing outside the Arc would be Spike. Freshly combed blonde hair and blue eyes would stare coldly at the building in contempt. Pulling out a cigarette he would light it take a puff and then flick the cigarette at the building.

"Tch..."

[WR Harthe]

WR was out for lunch and feeling quite.. nostalgic today. Their life on the old world was something they tried to shut out of their mind, like most survivors, and recently it had gotten much easier. However, on occasion, they had an urge to sit outside of the Ark and just... stare, thinking about everything that had happened. Today was one of those days.

So, armed with a roast beef sandwich and a Coke, they sat outside of the Ark and stared it up and down, completely consumed by thoughts to the point they didn't register the blonde standing near them.

[Sage Sudeki]

Spike wasn't watching or caring about who or what was around him at this point, instead a single black wing would sprout from his back and he would flap and fly up a good thirty feet. Drawing both his sword and his Crystal Bokken an aura of black flame would erupt around him as he let out a yell of strain hurling the sword at the Arc he would hold the bokken handle with two hands and suddenly switch places with the sword going at full speed at the Ark, Where Spike would slash at the building as black energy surrounded the blade in a furious rage over and over.

Once he was good and tired of it he would float down and land as the wing vanished in a mess of black feathers. Walking over to his sword he would pick it up and sheath all his weapons before spitting at the Ark.

[WR Harthe]

WR was about to take a bite of their sandwich when they noticed something peculiar. It was a peculiarity that was not only strange, it was random, emotional, and whenever they finally caught sight of the guy's face, it was perfectly justifiable. He looked just like Leon... they would be taken back so much by the sight of him that they would almost forget to dodge the debris that his onslaught of attacks left in their wake.

They would shove their lunch into their bomber pockets and quickly dart to safe ground, eyes widened, as they waited for the guy to stop. In the time it took him to fall back to the ground and retrieve his weapons, WR would finally remember his name: Spike. Leon's son.

It was pretty obvious why he was upset, and it was even moreso obvious why he wouldn't want to talk right now. However, WR was mesmerized, and they couldn't help but stare.

[Sage Sudeki]

Spike would look around for a moment before pulling out a phone and dialing a number.

"Yeah I paid my respects. You can pick me up now."

He'd close his eyes and fold his arms waiting.

[Drake]

A car pulled out and from out of the back seat Drake climbed out.

"I've been looking for you."

He would say sling blood off of his own blood crystal blade.

"Though gotta admit, your driver was really against revealing your location. It wasn't until I cut off his partners arm before he agreed to take me to you."

He would sheath his blade and look at the damage he had caused the Arc.

"Never took you for the sentimental type."

[WR Harthe]

WR's hypnosis would be broken at the sound of a car pulling up behind them. They would raise a brow and throw their head back to identify the familiar voice. It was Drake, of all people, who seemed to be in some sort of long lasting conflict with the mystery Sudeki standing on the other side of them. However, neither of them seemed to acknowledge WR's existence, as if they were a ghost, which would provoke them to take a few steps back and unwrap the sandwich from their pockets again.

They would standby and take a few bites of it while they waited to be addressed.

[Sage Sudeki]

Spike would keep a pretty standard look on his face. Though he would glance into the car to see if his Driver has survived so far. Spike would walk over and take his coat off before taking out his katana and slicing pieces of it and helping the Driver wrap himself to try and hold some fo the bleeding back. At Drake's comment he would turn to look at the Ark again.

"Call it a sudden interest in Architecture... Either way, what do you want?"

It wasn't that he didn't like Drake, or that he was particularly hiding, he was just not in the mood to deal with Meta's and this whole political nightmare. He'd rather be working, or studying.

[Drake]

Drake folded his arms.

"Well, Uncle, I'm curious as to why you've been uncharacteristically absent through out all of this. With our dads dead, doesn't that make you the next best to tale the lead?"

[WR Harthe]

WR would take a seat on the grass and crack open their can of Coke, taking a long sip while their eyes darted back and forth between the angry young men.

Were they gonna start fighting? Who knew. As long as WR finally got to finish their damn sandwich this time. Their money was on blondie.

[Sage Sudeki]

"I was heir apparent in our world. Here I am an outsider and a meta. We adapt, we learn. I've been studying and researching this world and how it works, I will not suddenly declare myself emperor of a country that no longer exists."

Spike would say before closing the car door and turning back to fully address Drake now that he didn't suspect his driver would bleed out and die shortly.

"Knowledge is just as useful as power."

[Drake]

Drake rolled his eyes.

"Calm down Emperor Spike I wasn't saying you should be leading us to war, or declaring ourselves a nation or whatever bullshit you seem to think I'm implying, no, what I'm saying is you should have been there to at least do some crowd control with the fucking sheep. Or made an appearance when the Apartments were attacked. Fucking done SOMETHING for the people from our world. Even that bitch Avice was there doing her part. So where the fuck were you?!"

He got heated faster than he had intended. Drake would never admit it or say it out loud, but with Spike going missing, Drake felt like he had been abandoned by his family, again...

[WR Harthe]

After another bite, WR would set the sandwich down in their lap and frown. The bread was stale, and they were pissed it took them so long to notice. Stale bread wasn't the worst thing in the world, it was better than stale cereal or stale croutons, but it really diminished the quality of the sandwich. Like, how were they going to enjoy this delicate roast beef when the bread accompanying it was lacking? It made it at least 50% worse. But then, were they supposed to just ditch the bread and eat the meat with cheese and condiments? No. What kind of fucking degenerate idea was that?

WR would take another long sip of Coke while they contemplated the situation. It really was a big fucking dilemma.

[Sage Sudeki]

"I wasn't at the apartments when it happened."

Spike would say completely honestly.

"I heard about it after the fact, I was investigating something. However, the rest you are correct about. I could of done something in the beginning for the people from our world, that must of seemed personal on some level. I needed time for myself, to grieve and figure out what I wanted and what course of action I should take."

Spike would bow.

"Sorry if I made you feel like it was personal."

[Drake]

Drake scowled.

"Next time just fucking let someone know before running off on your own. I thought you had died."