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At her gesture, Rubido suddenly became aware they had stopped walking, and resumed his gate. He smirked as she denied his speach.

"Oh, probably. I've never been one for... those sorts of things, but I really don't have a good excuse, and its expected." Shrugging apologetically, he fingered the flyer still balled up in his pocket. "I've got no real plans 'cept a chore to pick up later, and it'd look a little odd if I was running around unoccupied during an execution. Someone might get curious, unwarranted."

"What about you?"

Severin shuffled steadily out of the boneyard, the bundle of his new son tucked neatly in his arms and enclosed in his jacket. There was a light drizzle, and though Ankou had a hood and warm seeming clothing, Sev took no chances. no one was really fond of getting wet, so he didn't think babies would either.

The walk to Larry's home was rather simple, really. Nothing major or interesting happened, and the Doctor was completely oblivious to all the papers that spoke of execution that were fluttered rather wetly around.

Once he reached what appeared to be the proper door-Severin hesitated and looked down to Ankou. The child of death made no signs of noticing, so he just shifted his hold and knocked on the door.

“Celebrate?” Hmm...did she? “Yami?” She questioned, speaking her sisters name, then shook her head a sudden thought popping in her head making her blush furiously. She freed on hand and moved to touch the ring that sat on her neck, and slowly felt a smaller pair of fingers doing the same.

She looked down at Miaka who giggled happily before closing her beautiful green eyes and yawned slightly. Hikari assumed the girl would fall asleep soon, and smiled softly. “Yeah. I have things to be grateful for.” She answered with a firm nod of her head.

I’ll protect you from that man... Hikari could hear Miaka’s voice over and over in her head. It played itself like a broken record, that soft spirit showing up in her minds eye. She suddenly felt all the safer, and believed the words that the woman who turned into a baby spoke to her. She would protect her. Not now, maybe, but in the future she was sure she would.

“You know what? I think I will go. I think...” She looked down at Miaka who was lightly snoozing in her arms. “It would be a good thing for her to see.” She answered firmly. A good thing for her to see just- what exactly-was going on in the world that she was now born into.

Dr. Severin jumped a little bit at Larry's voice, but overall seemed pleased to hear it. He was a talkative fellow, but the first the doctor had even come close to befriended in a very long time. Anything was a comfort in days like these. He nodded a bit and lifted his eyebrows at the rubble, but he wasn't scrutinizing. Afterall, he did live in a tomb.

"S-Sorry to come so early.. I'm afraid I've got something, er.. Someone.. I might need some help with." The northern man said awkwardly, carefully using his long legs to navigate the stairs while keeping hi grip comfortably firm on Ankou. When he reached Larry, he withdrew his jacket and held up the boy, making a sligt grimace.

Severin's eyes wandered about and he slowly took the offered chair, his expression troubled. "I would s'pose so.. I'm afraid my deepest desires involved no children. I'm unfamiliar with the parenting business, I can not even scratch up a name." he said, his voice crestfallen and matching his face.

Ankou woke up with the sounds of another voice, and peered from beneath his hood at Larry, then eventually to Miriam. He squirmed and attempted to sit up, but found it hard in his current position. Oddssen noticed his squirming and carefully placed him on the ground beside Miriam, while glancing to Larry. "Is this alright.. I think he wants to.. mover around a bit."

Feyd had dreamt that night but by the time he rose it had been forgotten. It was only as he went to the theater's doors to see the notice that had everyone abuzz that it even occurred to him that there might be something he was missing.

It was something he saw in the shadows that triggered it-- no, it was the shadows themselves. For some damnable reason the inky blackness reminded him of something, someone. The thoughts momentarily drove Marius Quinn the actors mind as the face of a stranger flashed across Feyd's eyes. No, not a stranger, someone... familier, though he couldn't attach it to a place or name for the life of him.


It was in this confused state that he finally went to see his guest. The ominous notice had left the kitchen rather empty so it didn't take him long to find her.

"Did you... sleep well?"

Feyd wasn't sure he had.

"Well, we do, don't we?" Larry asked, surprised. "I mean, no one's really forcing us to take care of them. We're just supposed to, is all. To save the world and everything. It'll be okay, really. Don't sweat it. Babies are actually pretty basic. They cry when they're hurt, wet, hungry, or tired. You check the first three before you hedge on the last one."

Miriam looked delighted with Ankou's response, and reached for something else nearby, which turned out to be a shoe. She gave him this, too. "Baaa." She repeated.

Larry played with his moustache for a moment. "Oh, geez, I forgot all about it! If you're worried about having a place to stay, you can crash here for a while. I have a few things tucked away, and I could scrounge up another mattress."

Feyd didn't seem to mind that she ignored his question, he did however blink at the mention of 'meeting his fate', a rather dark statement in his opinion. As for Philemon, the actor had never heard of such a man and told the woman so, a benfactor of the theater perhaps? Why would he send a fortune teller though? A large donation would have been much more useful.

Edging foward he watched as she worked her cards, concluding it was the fortune telling that she spoke of the night before. At her bidding, and without hesitation he swiped a card, flipping it over to look at it's face.