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Autsu put his foot down, bringing himself to an abrupt stop, and picking up his skateboard. This was his second stop at this particular location, the first one having yielded no response. He hadn't been sure he would revisit any of the no response houses, but his visit with Kian had given him new energy for the project.

And left him as confused as hell.

But, that was a thought for later. For dark, and fighting the dark.

Right now, there was a mission complete.

Absently, he settled and resettled his wings, in an attempt to look at least somewhat professional for what was to come. He'd found that some of the guardians weren't fond of allowing an unknown teenage boy with torn clothing into their house. But he was hardly going out skating in his nice things. Father was a forgiving man, but not that forgiving.

Briefly, he checked the list in his hand, reaffirming what he remembered from his last attempt. That should be their buzzer, right there. After a pause, he pressed it, hopefully.

Now, he just had to wait and see.

Autsu turned quickly, all long limbs and feathers for a moment, and then he was looking at Malas. His hair fell in his face, mostly hiding his eyes, but there wasn't much to see in that serious and distant gaze. Focused as he was on his mission, he'd barely glanced at the girl as he approached, just long enough to mark her as a potential danger.

Now, as he actually studied her, he realized she matched the short description on the list that Archie had given him. It hadn't occured to him that his target might, indeed, be outside the house. And even now, he wasn't sure. This was Gaia, certainly many people had violet skin. It could be a coincidence. And he had not yet spoken to her long enough to pick up the vibe he often got from criminals, the feeling of old anger and supressed potential.

He could simply ask her, but he did not know the Gaian name of the one he was looking for, and he did not want to simply throw the one's past name about without permission. If she was other than the one he was looking for, he would be, in part, giving that one away.

"I am looking for one who resides here. But they are not answering." He replied, his tone neutral, his expression still serious.

And, that pretty much settled it. There was, of course, the possibility of two girls having the same general description. But it seemed unlikely that they would both dwell in the same household. This girl, therefore, must be the one he was looking for. His posture relaxed marginally as he realized he was at least most likely among his own kind (as much as any of the ICRS kids could be considered a kind). His wings went from tightly folded to a slightly more open pose, though he didn't smile. But then, he didn't do that, much.

"I believe I'm looking for you." He inclined his head in the mildest form of a bow, and looked around the area for some more comfortable place to talk. "You are on Gaia through the ICRS correct? I am Autsu, once Di'Esuth. I arrived here simularly."

He did not call himself a victim of the system, as he was tempted to. He was not sure he was one. He had defied the law, and been punished for it. Wasn't that what laws were for? He'd defied traditions with the man that his people depended on to uphold those traditions. And yet, he did not feel guilty. Sometimes tired, sometimes angry, sometimes understanding. But not guilty.

"Will you speak with me?"

And here was the part he still wasn't good at, even though he now represented six people, instead of just himself and Kian. Six who'd decided that this place simply wasn't enough. It came down to that, really. If they weren't going to be provided with a reason for this strange existance, then it fell on them to make one.

"There are some of us that aren't... content with things as they are." He said, after being invited to explain himself. His words were measure, chosen with care. He didn't like the roll of recruiter or leader, but at least he did he did his best as it. "We're trying to figure out what to do, what we can do, now that we're stuck here. We can't simply be kids. We aren't children."

"I've been speaking with everyone who arrived here through the ICRS, to see if they want to be part of our unit."

The militant language still played at the edges of his speech, though as yet, his 'army' did not have a military purpose.

While Autsu wasn't excellent at reading people, he also wasn't an idiot. So he did catch that something he had said had bothered Malas, even if it he had no idea what exactly it was. Well, he would have to step more carefully. And if this was not something that interested her, very well. Not everyone suffered from the same restlessness, and that too, was okay.

They'd still be welcome, when he and Kian got things set up.

"Boredom, maybe. And solidarity." He took a step back from her, in the hopes that giving her some space might make her feel more comfortable. "We want to look out for each other. Our pasts differ, but all of us came here unwilling, and went through the trauma of being forced back into infanthood. We think the young ones, especially, could use some support."

He shrugged, his wings rustling as he did so. "We're still looking for a concrete purpose. But some of us don't like drifting."

"We aren't sure yet," Autsu admitted. His voice, already serious, took on an edge of frustration. That question again. Maybe he and Kian should have come up with a concrete plan before gathering help. But they knew what they wanted. They wanted the company of their peers, and a real purpose. Peers had proved easier to locate than purpose. "We want to create a gathering place. A neutral territory where we can be safe among our own kind. Other who share the same difficulties in this life."

"I would like to think we would stand up for each other. But--" Another one of those rustling shrugs. "I know many of us are not of that mindset. But if we could talk to the new parents, and be there for the new children. Be there for each other--"

"I can not go home. Gaia is all I have. I would make a place in it for us."

"I am very close to my father." He shook his head, hair falling down into his eyes. This conversation was wandering in circles, and he was not built for debate. It was the Ex' who planned, who lead, who created. Di' simply implimented their plans. And if things were going nowhere, if he really couldn't explain himself clearly, then why were they still talking?

"But he is not us. He can not understand. Neither can Anne's parental. Does your guardian understand what it means to be as you are?" He looked away from her, up toward the sky, searching for words in the clouds. "I do not wish to push you to join us. I only wanted you to know of us. Even if you don't wish to be a part, you will still be welcome, when we build our gathering hall."

He did not appear to be ready to answer her second question, allowing the silence to grow, cut down only by the sound of Malas's mower.

When he spoke, his voice was quiet, introspective. "This is exile, permanent. For me. Your world is not mine, I do not know, for you."

No longer introspective, Autsu returned his gaze to Malas, and nodded. He wasn't smiling, but his expression was not quite so cold as it had been when they first began talking. Some of the militant edge had left him, if only because he was being careful not to spook her again.

"There will be no bonds on you, no obligations. We only wish a variety of..." He paused as he searched for the right word. "Outlooks. And a chance to help each other. Learn from each other."

He watched the mower instead of the girl, "It's an offer of a place with comrades, nothing more."