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...Your mind, quite frankly, is a blank. Is there anything else worth the time of day? Could there ever be? Something so important that your sister's rescue be delayed? Something so impossibly, improbably and incomprehensibly important that you missed? As far as you know, there is nothing; nothing so important that you could hope to find an answer in a reasonable timeframe. The one that flung Seiga at your face like they did can wait till you save the most important person left in the world from a fate fit for not even the worst of people. Not in this world, anyway.
Letting out a huff of a snort, you simply say, "I'll go get ready." It still feels unreal, knowing that it isn't Reimu, Akyuu or Marisa going into some situation possibly comparable to hell in some form. It's also not Harold, nor your older sisters, either. No, those four are a bit preoccupied, one way or another. Even if Harold was the only one found, the other three aren't so callous as to say nothing. And if the quieter two tried it, your only remaining noisy sister, Lyrica, wouldn't allow it.
There is no second chance; there is no second try. You've three guns, and they will all be taken with you. This is what you took them for, isn't it? What better use than your intended purposes, even if those purposes are more repurpose than their purpose proper. That said, you don't know how to maintain two of the three. All you know is how to make sure at least two of them are in working order. But the odd one, obviously made by Rikako's hand, is obviously a bit outside of your hope of scant capabilities. Aside from firing it and loading ammo, you're barely sure what it does, let alone how it works. And even then, you've not actually fired or reloaded it; all you have certainty in is that it has a trigger and replacement canisters, not to mention that they are easily changed. There's no bolt to pull, nor is there a proper magazine, either, but you know with certainty that you can work it.
Still, that leaves you needing to disassemble the broomhandle and to do what little you can to clean the phlogiston pistol, not to mention ensuring them both to be fully loaded. The broomhandle will have to be relegated to a backup weapon, but the other two will be more than a little important if you are to make it through this alive. You have no doubt that a mundane weapon like that will be all but useless against whatever took her.
The next hour is abuzz with activity and inactivity alike as you do your level best to prepare and Seiga does her part by way of watching, at least after a short break to change into something abnormally normal. (though keeping to her blue motif via a blue hoodie and jeans). You can tell she wants your thoughts on it, and while it's distracting in its lack of... distraction, you've better things to do as of right now.
Still, eventually Kasen comes out, looking as grimmly ready as yourself, and it's quite obviously time to get going. That look in her eyes is one you can sympathize with, after all. It's a look of acceptance and defiance. She knows she could potentially not survive, just as you know the same.
You have your broomhandle to the left, the phlogiston to the right, and the duffel bag with the aether rifle hanging off your shoulder. Should it be searched, you've still one layer of further protection when it comes to the rifle, but the handguns are another story; each is easily grabbed and each is hidden only as long as your jacket remains shut.
But, at the same time, if you are searched, both of your handguns are well within reach, so that is far from a terrible worry when it comes to the short term. Guns solve most of life's problems after all. That said, the long term is another matter entirely.
"C'mon. Let's get going before Seiga gets bored and wanders off." Looking to Kasen, you find her hair wet and her disposition on the happier side of things; it's plain to see that she's in a good mood, grim or not. You can hardly blame her. After all, she may finally be able to die in peace after so long, knowing her vengeance is complete. Not that you expect to know her so long that you witness that end, or for her to drop on the spot, but maybe she'll be more keen on it than you.
Before you can make any form of response, Seiga adds, "Shall we, Dorkie?" She has that typical layer of amusement, but beneath that you can tell she's a bit uneasy. As dated as her usual fare looks, and knowing her even only as vaguely well as you do, she honestly looks more out of place in that than the weird dress from before. Which, quite frankly, is a feat in of itself, making the ordinary more extraordinary than the extraordinary itself.
Still, your answer is as obvious as your path. "I am. Let's get moving."
Deciding now to be a good time to add in something more helpful than you'd have expected of her yesterday, Seiga chimes in, "I've managed to improve upon my charm system, thanks to that generous amount of blood you so helpfully donated~" That said, she pulls out something that reminds of a wind chime from her bag. You think of it as only like one, as it's lacking in any sort of chime, yet could probably still play the part if the charms were switched out. But what's odd is that there are many more sets of charms than yesterday, and only one seems to be active, with a fairly large distance written above it. "You see, as I was unsure how to properly travel there, I decided that I needed a way to measure distance. After all, taking a bullet train past a destination only ten steps away would be just a bit of a waste of time. As such, I mostly focused on the near, and the rest being each ten times as far as the prior. I found myself so very bored with my favorite dork and corpse preoccupied with sleep, so I made use of that time more productively than I might normally." Her words got an irked huff out of Kasen while she rubs her bandaged arm, though it is soon followed by a sigh.
Of course, that you woke in her lap like that while she still managed to find the time to do all that makes you wonder something. "Do you not sleep or something?"
Smirking, Seiga opens her mouth, only for Kasen to earn a huff from her by way of answering, "Are you really that surprised to hear that she doesn't?"
Putting on a pout, Seiga once more attempts speech, only for you to interrupt, "No, I guess not." It feels good to be the one bugging Seiga for a change, and you can tell Kasen is enjoying it even more.
The two of you finally allowing her to get a word in edgewise, Seiga says, "As I was about to tell you, I sleep when it suits me and likewise do not when it suits me. The current state of affairs simply called not for the former but for the latter is all. Not that I did not sleep a wink, mind you, but I did not seek out that ever elusive eight hours." What, as opposed to that frightful 12? "I did have plenty of time to rest while I was playing the part of pillow again, however." That look in her eyes is near on predatory, even if it was equal parts smug.
You almost ask about that look, only to find out the hard way; Kasen is snickering none too quietly. When you look, she's already asking, "Someone has an odd hobby, doesn't he?"
"Ohh, shut up, you." Of course she'd get in on the teasing, too. It's almost as bad as dealing with Merlin and Lyrica at the same time. ...But those days are long gone, and they are neither of them. "I didn't exactly ask to be deposited in her lap; she just seems to like shoving my head there while I was sleeping." You're not sure if it's a good or bad thing that you're getting so used to having to deal with Seiga's antics.
When Kasen raises a brow Seiga's way, the bluenette retorts, "And yet you have stopped in your complaints, have you not?"
The answer is obvious, though. "Would it change anything?"
Amused as ever, Seiga answers, "No, it would not."
Before Kasen can do more than roll her eyes, you just say, "C'mon. We've delayed enough, right? Let's get going."
Trailing a hand along your increasingly prickly cheek, Seiga teases, "Ohh? Is someone taking charge?"
Swatting her hand aside, you explain, "If I have to, yeah. Now, you know the way, so you guide us there."
"In quite a hurry, aren't you? The distance is long enough, however, that it seems we will have to bear with the horrors of public transit, as I had feared." Ohh, great. "However, the methods before us are fairly simple, though each does bear a different discomfort of its own. You see, by my estimates, our destination is on the other end of this island: over 100 miles away."
You let out a long sigh. "Great." After a moment, you ask, "Wait, which direction?" After she points, you look over the information in the phone's GPS, discovering that there's ocean only 50 miles off. "What, is it 50 miles offshore or something?
Tittering, she answer, "Perhaps? Although, I use chinese miles. There may be some difference."
"Chinese miles...?" You've never really used a measurement like that, so you're going to need help there.
"Why, yes! Miles as used in our wonderous homeland."
[ ] Suggest bus. It worked well enough last time, though you felt it was a bit more uncomfortable than you'd prefer. But, at the same time, the three of you together are a bit of an odd bunch between the blue hair and the pink hair.
[ ] Suggest the train. A little more private than the subway, and you're a ways away from your destination. 100 miles or more, apparently.
[ ] Suggest the subway. You are many things, but noticeable isn't your defining trait. You got by on the bus, and you'll get by on the subway. The others, though...
[ ] Suggest a boat. If it's 50 miles off the coast, then you may need one.
[ ] Suggest a rental. Hopefully there's no background check, or it could be a dead end.
[ ] "Acquire" a vehicle. What's one more crime you hope to never be convicted of?
[ ] Well, you told Seiga to lead. Have her choose. She has ages old wisdom, right? Have her actually bother using it for once.
[ ] On second thought, Kasen can lead. Having Seiga lead smells like trouble.