Back home (if home really existed somewhere other than the fuzzy recesses of his mind), people would have called it karmic. Spend all your time helping murderers and rapists find inner peace, and it'll come back to get you.
The boy named Crow, however, figured it was rotten luck that landed on the wrong boat late at night, wings near lame from the day's efforts, and somehow found himself chugging toward Europe rather than Taiwan. After all, luck had to run out sometimes. A masterful success like Kafka was sure to have been a drain on whatever good fortune he had naturally... or would have in the future. It wasn't every day you could mind-play someone into becoming the toughest damn 15-year-old in the world.
It was far too early for a teenage boy to be awake when the ship finally did reach its final destination. He'd considered leaving the cargo he was traveling with multiple times; children weren't meant to take trips that long, birds even less so. Leaving always wound up feeling like a hassle, in the end, with the irregular stops late at night and the fascinating captain who was driven nearly to the brink of despair by the repeated appearance of a crow no one else seemed to be able to see on his ship. In fairness, Crow soothed himself, the captain's distracted form of hysteria was going to get him a leave of absence, and the extra time with his wife and son was going to get rid of the seaman's nasty little port habits. At least, that's how things played out in the boy's mind.
Despite the hour, it felt too good to stretch his legs on solid ground to bother with flying. The docks were easy enough to slip through, busy enough at any time of day that a person who didn't want to be noticed on an almost professional level could slip silently through the lazing bustle of activity. Moving felt good once he got off the creaking boards. He was sure it would feel even better with the pleasant buzz of morning commerce drifting over him, and without much thought angled his feet toward the largest concentration of emotional wrecks in the vicinity.
It didn't take long to realize the biggest difference between traveling to Taiwan and traveling to Queen's Reign, New Darwin (as a sign helpfully informed him when he jumped the railroad tracks): it was harder to avoid being pegged as a foreigner here. Taiwan would have been easy enough to blend in with, and even Korea or China wouldn't have been entirely a stretch, once he killed the accent. This place? Amazingly enough? Seemed to be predominantly Europeans; particularly British, if he wasn't mistaken. Fine, he was sure. English was probably hidden somewhere in the recesses of his brain (or someone's brain, at any rate), waiting for the opportune moment to come out and help him acquire food.
Or maybe he'd get lucky and find a group of wealthy tourists visiting from Japan (which was real, even if home wasn't) who were absolutely dying to adopt a slightly scruffy, currently emaciated, beady-eyed vagabond into their band of travelers. It could happen. Until it did, he was perfectly content to wander, peeking into shop windows with the lean, hungry look of an unkept child. Not as if he intended to wreak havoc on the city in a fit of nationalistic pride, or even filch a piece of something warm for his breakfast. That, after all, was the work of amateurs. He was hardly that.
After all, as far as everyone here knew? The scrappy Japanese fledgling was the toughest 15-year-old in the universe.
*Riddick was walking slowly down the street towards the dock to see who had arrived with the latest boat. His uniform jacket was thrown over one shoulder. He was scanning the crowd for anything new or that might be a threat, but was not in anyway obvious that he was doing so.*
Part of spending time among the rapists and murderers of the world, particularly at age 15, was that it made you rather... wary. Not so much of who was going to slit your throat or pick your pocket; no, that's why other people edged away from you yourself. It was the Authorities you came to sense from a few blocks away, watching everything like hawks so that you wouldn't slip through into the lives of ordinary citizens.
Part of being in a European country was that there were far fewer people to disguise a person in a crowd. Pulling a disgruntled look over his face, the boy named Crow tugged up the collar of his jacket a little higher, shoving his hands deep in his pocket and walking with a purpose. He could see uniforms, after all, even if the other early risers looked fairly harmless. And uniforms were much more terrifying than any bulky man with arms like tree trunks.
Or supernatural shrine stones.
*That very act slightly perked Riddicks interest, after all if you didn't have anything to hide then you weren't bothered by the police, and he needed someone for a job. He didn't immediately start to follow the Little guy but watched him for a while to see just what he might do.*
...being watched. For sure. Crow could feel it now in the slight tickle at the back of his neck. Part of why being human didn't make a whole lot of sense; he couldn't exactly fly off without being noticed. Something of a grimace contorted his lips, then fell into a casual expression.
No one here knew about Kafka. No one knew about the murders or the shrine or anything he'd left back home after landing on the boat. Maybe he'd find a respectable person to latch onto this time.
...nah. Respectable people tended to be boring.
Glancing over his shoulder, the boy cast a sunny smile at the two or three men who were probably watching him (at least one of them was, he could tell), and promptly bolted off in the early morning traffic.
Just his luck. He'd been hoping against hope that it wasn't the tough-looking guy with the uniform. The bean-pole across the street had looked fairly PC. Alas, not his day. Karma again.
The worst part about being in a new place without being able to fly was the difficulty which came with trying to find anywhere. The docks threaded confusingly; he could barely make out a plot of land to one side, and headed toward that until train tracks distracted him. Those would be fun to run along. Probably led somewhere interesting.
It wasn't easy running without fuel, on the other hand. The boy called Crow could feel himself losing speed with each pounding step he took. Time to find a breakfasting worker and lift a bite.
*one of the nice things about being so large as well as the uniform was that people got out of his way. This meant that Riddick didn't have to run all that fast to keep the kid in sight. When he turned towards the railway tracks Riddick smiled, there would be hardly anyone around them at this time and so he should be able to get the kid without anyone trying to interrupt him. With that thought he picked up the pace a little.*
This was getting a little ridiculous, really. He hadn't done anything, had he? Not here. Not in this country. Not since assisting with the murder. And hadn't he prevented harlotry since then? Really, Crow pondered as he dashed along, it was an insult to his good character to be chased this way like some shady character.
Turning to confront his vigalant tail, however, turned out not to be the best of ideas. Railroad tracks were not your friend when they connected with the back of your anckle mid-step.
"Mattsu!" the boy cursed, flailing inelegantly as he flopped over onto his back on the tracks. "Anata wa dame desu, yaro!"
"Kuso..." the boy named Crow muttered to himself, sitting up and starting to dust himself off. It was downright undignified. A quick, piercing look in either direction revealed no trains on the way, and another glance at the Authority made fleeing completely impractical as an idea. The other man was drawing closer, obviously amused but not seeming to comprehend his words.
Duh. Why would a European speak Japanese? It almost got Crow smiling again as he started pushing himself off the tracks completely.
"Ii keisu," he called out to the approaching officer. "Anata wa baka yaro desu. Bakani sunjya ne..."
"Baka no gaijin!" He hadn't understood what was said fully, but the tone was annoyed and not entirely friendly. Wrinkling his nose, the boy held out his hand plaintively. Who could resist an adorable little boy trying to get up? "Hentai jiji... No... Engl-ish?"
And this? Was why foreigners hated traveling in European counties.
Snarling slightly, Crow forced himself up properly, brushing dirt off the back of his pants and readjusting his collar. "Jigoku ochiru," he replied brightly enough, rubbing some dust of his nose as well. "Anata no ikei wo miru to totemo koufun shimasu..." He had to concentrate for a moment, biting his lip as he ran through all the English he knew in record time. "Em... Embassy. Japanese... citizen?"
So completely unloved. Pouting, the boy named Crow jogged after the man who'd been following him. Funny. Karmic. Whatever.
Reaching out, he latched onto the man's arm easily, tugging on the older man's sleeve. "Ne, ne, baka ona... You're a... police person, ne?"
*Turning around and half drawing a knife when the kid tugs on his sleeve but it would not have been visible as it was hidden inside his other hand, he slides it back away when its just Crow.* "Yes I guess I am" *Riddick sounds a little exasperated and a bit annoyed at this fact.*
"Ano sa, ano sa..." Crow was struggling. He hated this, the feeling of not being in control of everything, particularly not in control of a situation because of something as stupid as language gaps. "You should... take me to... take the em-bassy, koushu benjo."
"Find people... who speak, ano, Ja-panese, ne, impo-sama?" Crow nodded encouragingly. "Anatano ohkaasan wa kuso desu..." he added for emphasis, fingers tight in the officer's sleeve. Never hurt to play off someone's non-existant sympathy for stray children.
[[ooc: There's a Japanese ambassador, but I have no idea either. He should just throw Crow in jail or something. >>;;]]
*Shrugging again.* "Come one then" *shacking his arm making it clear he wanted him to let go.* ":I'm Rupert"
(Actually he's Richard, normally goes by Riddick. But wot with being an escaped convict he kind of doesn't want people to know who he is.)
((not quite what I had in mind, Riddick is looking for him to basically be someone he can send into things to get info from the situation.))
The smile was appropriately vacant for a moment or two, before the brightness returned to the boy's eyes and he nodded enthusiastically. "Ru-pert! Rup-ert, hai hai! Ore no shitta koto ja nai~!" Swinging their arms happily, Crow pointed to himself with his more typical shit-eating grin. "Crow desu."
[[ooc: He'll have to teach him English first. But Crow would so do that.]]
*groaning slightly to himself, He didn't really like other people around him unless he had to. Walking of in whichever direction the embassy or some other helpful place might be.*
((Indeed he would, which unfortunately not something he would actually likely to do.))
Someone was grumpy. "Namaiki iuna~" Crow encouraged, smile cheeky again. "Tameguchi kitten ja ney o..."
Actually, this was kind of fun. He could probably get away with a lot of things. Unless the officer really was going to find someone who spoke Japanese. In which case he'd have to stop swearing soon.
"Wo...rk?" Really, if he knew the word 'embassy,' one would think the boy named Crow would know what 'work' meant. And maybe he did. From his blank expression and the confused way he rubbed his thumb and middle finger together, it was hard to tell.
*He growls in the back of his throat at the thought of having to be a policeman and nods his head. He was because it was the easiest way for him to keep track of if they were looking for him yet.* "Yeah guess you could say that."
The oddest things triggered the boy named Crow to shut up. Talking about being trapped somewhere? Was one of them. He shot his companion a slightly disappointed look before lapsing into silence.
This one would be interesting to watch; possibly to latch on to, should they ever share a common language. He spent the rest of the walk brooding silently over the thought.
There were Kafka's everywhere. It was so hard to avoid clipped wings... and so much harder to heal them.
[[ooc: Going to set up a new log so Souji-mun can join us.]]