[It's been days since he's heard from Fionna, and it's weird. All her shit's still in the room, messages still go through to her number- but maybe they would, here, even if she'd been taken by Time Compression, because this is a new- whatever, and things might work different? Namur doesn't know, really, and he doesn't know anyone to ask. But Grell seems to be gone, too, and that smells like trouble. The Fleet's going to be leaving soon, and neither of them seem to be on board. So Namur heads down to the surface and just... hangs out. He finds a nice corner to lean against and listens to people passing by. Not with his ears, but with his Will- Observation Haki. If Grell and Fionna are anywhere nearby, doors and walls won't matter, he'll hear them. Once he's thoroughly checked an area he moves on, scouring the city, hoping to find some trace of either of his sisters.
Nothing, just a bustling city full of strangers.
Getting frustrated, Namur works his way to the Temple. Maybe he can file a missing person's report there, or at least they can direct him to a place where he can. Seems it was the right thing to do, it isn't long before Namur can hear both Fionna's and Grell's inner voices, and he perks up considerably. He hadn't taken either of them as religious types but... well. Sometimes you never know when it'll hit you. He makes his way into the general worship area but... they aren't there.
Weird.
Namur goes back to the front entrance, now beginning to look thoroughly confused, and a monk takes pity on him. It's a brief conversation. The monk has encountered no one that matches either description, and Namur can smell a chemical shift in the air. It makes him think of liars. He leaves with a dissatisfied grunt. Their voices get farther away as he does, so he knows they are definitely in there. But how to get through?
A large transport vehicle motors along the street behind him, and a wicked grin splits Namur's face. Hell, why not? He likes driving. It'll be a good way to learn about these new things. Another vehicle passes, and he hops onto the back of it, catching a ride until he finds something with enough bulk to fit his needs.]
[There's a crash and the screech of metal as a commercial transport vehicle motors through the fence encircling the Temple's grounds and slams sideways at high speed into the wall of one of the lesser used wings. Namur hopped out a second before impact, and leaped into the wreckage once the vehicle stopped moving. If there's not a hole in the wall, he's making one with his fist, an elemental junction to Shiva, and a hell of a lot of haki.]
(Whatever equates to June 30th)
Nothing, just a bustling city full of strangers.
Getting frustrated, Namur works his way to the Temple. Maybe he can file a missing person's report there, or at least they can direct him to a place where he can. Seems it was the right thing to do, it isn't long before Namur can hear both Fionna's and Grell's inner voices, and he perks up considerably. He hadn't taken either of them as religious types but... well. Sometimes you never know when it'll hit you. He makes his way into the general worship area but... they aren't there.
Weird.
Namur goes back to the front entrance, now beginning to look thoroughly confused, and a monk takes pity on him. It's a brief conversation. The monk has encountered no one that matches either description, and Namur can smell a chemical shift in the air. It makes him think of liars. He leaves with a dissatisfied grunt. Their voices get farther away as he does, so he knows they are definitely in there. But how to get through?
A large transport vehicle motors along the street behind him, and a wicked grin splits Namur's face. Hell, why not? He likes driving. It'll be a good way to learn about these new things. Another vehicle passes, and he hops onto the back of it, catching a ride until he finds something with enough bulk to fit his needs.]
[There's a crash and the screech of metal as a commercial transport vehicle motors through the fence encircling the Temple's grounds and slams sideways at high speed into the wall of one of the lesser used wings. Namur hopped out a second before impact, and leaped into the wreckage once the vehicle stopped moving. If there's not a hole in the wall, he's making one with his fist, an elemental junction to Shiva, and a hell of a lot of haki.]
FIONNA!!! GRELL! GET YER ASSES OUT HERE NOW!!!
[Such a dashing hero. >.>]