"It actually hasn't started raining yet, Miss." George said, looking at Kirie, "We were heading back because of the oncoming typhoon..." He stared, "I think you better tell me how you got here."
"Now, now," Battler said gregariously, patting the slighter man on the back with his freakish teenager strength, "No need for any of that! Jessica over there was just getting a bit upset over the shock is all, right?"
"No need to worry buddy, you didn't drift too far! We're still a bit past Okinawa!" Battler replied easily, even as his eyes narrowed, "Good thing you didnt need to swim too far, am I right? Ihihihihi."
"Yeah, looks like we picked up this one super buff dude who was in the water, and George-aniki said the rest are on the dock." Battler gestured towards the nearby wooden construction, where two tallish men and two smaller figures could be seen
Lyon sighed in relief. "Thank you, Sir Ushiromiya. Can we perhaps go join them? Unless," he glanced at the still thrashing Jessica,"there's anything else we should take care of before then?"
It wasn't difficult for Kuroko to guess at the man's thoughts, his expression as clear as day to her and his reaction not that unfamiliar. Perhaps in other circumstances she would have gotten indignant at the man before them for almost mistaking her for a boy, but here she had no time for such.
But before she could say anything Kirie introduced herself, and unintentionally complicated the whole situation.
"To be honest, I can't see anything like that either." Fujino replies, looking out over the blue waves and approaching storm, "Apparently we were only in sight of the island for a few minutes before we sank. Really, everything happened really quickly, I didn't think even little lifeboats like that could take on water so fast..."
"It's nice to meet you too." Fujino replied, smiling gently. Suddenly, a thought occurred. She was sent here with a mission, right? 'Protect Ushiromiya Eva until Furudo Erika falls'. The former was certainly one of this little girl's relatives, maybe she could ask her who Furudo was?
Turning to look up at Gazamy, Fujino replied.
Gazamy saw the redhead's gaze fixate on the orange parasite's crown. He knew well this man had no intention of letting it escape his grasp once things would come to blows - when one lived and fought to the death as long as he had, one tends to pick up the subtle tells that give away a victim's fixation on their target or avenues of escape. The Evil Spook noted that when his work with his target was finished, whoever had that crown in their hands would be next on his list.
"In that case, I'll leave you in Little Maria's capable hands." Gazamy hummed thoughtfully and departed for the boat, having in the process abandoned Fujino to the horrible tyke. His hands reached inside his pockets and thumbed his knives with excitement. He'd get his answers, one way or another.
George nodded thoughtfully, "That must have been quite the swim." He said, directing the statement more at Kuroko than Kirie.
The only real spaces were a somewhat spacious below deck cabin with a single closed off space within that. The larger, immediate space had all the furnishings of a place for relaxation, such as a refrigerator, bedding, sofa, and also what appeared to be a small kitchenette
The redhaired Ushiromiya turned to the new arrival with a wry grin, "Yo! And who might you be, my good man?"
"Uu! Kinzo-Ojiisan built the house but the eeeeveryone knows the real owner is Beatrice! Uu~uu!"
Maria watched him leave through crinkled eyes and a thin smile.
He found a wallet nestled within the cushions of a sofa. It was stuffed quite full and would take some time to inspect. He could also use that time to inspect the rest of the cabin, or search the wallets full contents.
He found several receipts, a taped together credit card, and a piece of paper that looked like a folded up piece of stationary
Oji-san? Didn't that mean she was calling him an old man or something? The Japanese and their language was confusing as all hell. Being called old made Gazamy feel old. Well, he was old to be sure, but he the act of feeling old was neither a regular experience nor a welcome one. He made a mental note to punch the child in the face should he get the chance. She probably deserved it anyway.
It was at this point Gazamy had crept onto the deck cabin with catlike tread and noticed the purple-haired fellow rifling through a wallet. Given his state bereft of clothing from earlier, it didn't take a genius to figure out who it didn't belong to. Ergo, he quietly snuck up behind the oversized pilferer and looked over his shoulder at what he was reading. After getting a quick glimpse, the Evil Spook did what an Evil Spook does best.
The note appeared to be a printout from some kind of Japanese bank
I look at the paper in disappointment. This was a huge disappointment. God dammit, at least no one caught me snooping...
