[ Free City, Truce - Fountain ]

Channel approaches nearly silently from some indeterminate direction, considering his unusually slender, barely chromatic form only becomes visible once he comes close to the fountain.

A pair of dark, omnivisient eyes focus on the black-haired, somewhat sun-ripened reploid not far from Channel's position, silently taking in everything about him in naught but a few moments...

Seikou looks up from the bench, blinking slightly. His senses are usually better than that... Ah well, he can still strike up a chat. "Hello, sir! May I help you somehow?" he cheerily states. ((Unless he's still invisible. In which case ignore me. XD))

Channel offers a seemingly genuine expression of friendliness, though one can't be sure how genuine the gesture is. "Oh no, I'm fine. Thank you for asking." He turns his piercing, criticizing gaze from Seikou, taking a moment to refresh himself at the fountain.

Despite his completely casual actions, Channel doesn't look at all off-guard...

Seikou pauses for a moment. Something seemed... odd about the other Reploid... Of course, that was probably just his paranoia at work again.

Seikou says 'Well, if that changes, feel free to ask me for help!'

Channel raises himself from leaning over the fountain, letting the few drops of water fall from his hand as he rests it at his side. Again, he offers a gentle smile of gratitude and a soft nod. "I'll keep that in mind."

Seikou turns back to his music, eyes closing and a smile forming on his lips...

Channel begins to turn to mind his own business, walking a few paces away from Seikou and the fountain before stopping again. A sliver of a distasteful glare becomes visible as he turns his head to stealthily regard Seikou, his mask of friendliness fading as quickly as he had forced it on himself.

Channel says nothing vocally, despite several hundred dark thoughts spinning themselves into existance within his mind. Another one of -them-. Of course they had to be wherever he went, they were like a plague upon him...

He was a Childe, damn it! Why did he have to be cursed with such basic, primitive, old-models at every turn? Channel fights back the urge to up and pull his dagger across the other's neck, mostly out of a need to look civil for the moment.

Just then, the music finishes, and Seikou opens his eyes again, glancing around the plaza and noticing your sudden dark look... "Anou... Is something wrong, sir?"

Channel immediately schools his face into peaceful neutrality, that deathly soft smile appearing on him again. "Oh, it's nothing, Sir Hunter, I was merely... thinking."

Seikou raises an eyebrow. There's -definatley- something wrong here...

Seikou says '...Alright, sir. If you say so.'

Channel finally turns to mind his own doings, keeping his utterly disgusted expression hidden to all but himself. Soon... Soon, it'll all be over...

Seikou sighs and stands, putting the box back into the bag o' stuff he carries. "I should head back to Base..." he says, more to himself than to the other (still rather creepy) Reploid.

[ Free City, Truce - Fountain ]

Seikou is on a rooftop, practicing his swordsmanship using a stick, since his saber's still in lockdown. It's heavier than he's used to, but...

Channel steps almost silently into the main gathering place of Truce, as he had inadvertently discovered this primitive town had been named, paying no heed to anything as he again takes a rest near the fountain.

Seikou finishes the routine and sighs, settling at the edge of the roof, letting the stick rest beside him. Scanning the plaza below him, he notices the Reploid and blinks, but decides not to make himself known yet...

Channel doesn't take up any of the eternally flowing water as one would usually do when stopping by the reknowned Truce Fountain. Instead, he just stares into the rippling surface of the water, tending to his own particularly malicious thoughts.

A tiny speck of blue light flickers for a fraction of an instant over the bubbling water's edge, accompanied by a similar green flash only a few feet off to either side.

Seikou is about to finally speak up when he sees the lights, his eyes widening. The last time he saw those... "Could it be?" he whispers.

Channel pauses in his plotting, tilting his head to one side in an obvious sign of confusion. His gaze narrows in like, tainted with the same frustration that's plagued him since he arrived.

Another tiny spark of blue light along the water's edge, followed by another, and then a third, almost patternous within each, all following the inner ring of the fountain's brimming surface.

Seikou leaps off the roof, starting to run for the water's edge... that is, before the freakin' -headache- cuts him short. He had forgotten about that... Still, he can watch from a distance.

Channel takes a few wary steps away from the glowing structure, eyes narrowing further into a cautious glare before he makes himself scarce...