#legato is the king of being unhelpful

[bluestringpuppeteer]

These streets are unfamiliar to him but his phone has a map. He's vaguely aware that he shouldn't be able to remember how to use one so well, that he shouldn't remember anything at all, but he's grateful that he does. He's had opportunity to grow and change and frankly he'd rather not have to go through the things that had changed him again. This place is new and different and nearly all the important pieces of his life before are gone but... He can make due. He'll just have to.

There are others making their way down the streets, fumbling their phones and looking around in bewilderment. It's oddly nostalgic to see them, strangely enough. He doesn't know what to do with this feeling and there's something more interesting then examining it walking down the street away from him so he tucks the feeling away for later and lengthens his stride.

The red coat is always the same, the ends long and tattered. The hair is black and Legato sighs to himself a little. It would be easier to have a conversation with Stampede if he didn't have to deal with a likely breakdown.

"Stampede," he calls as he closes the distance, sounding blase. "Fancy meeting you here. I don't suppose you remember anything from another world before this so we can save ourselves a few steps and effort?"

@epilvgue