Chapter One: Reboot, and Try Again. (Open)

There could be no doubt that the man was out of place-everything from the color of his hair, to the paleness of his skin, to his unnatural yellow eyes. Everything about him was just...off, in one way or another. Blending into the crowd was impossible, but most people just didn't seem to care anyway, as he walked, hands in his pockets, and eyes half lidded. Oswald had no clue what had drawn him into The Real World this time, other than possibly boredom.

But even that was a questionable excuse at best.

Despite his resolution to see how much had exactly changed since he had last been 'out and about' as it were, he found it...strangely underwhelming. Oh, sure, it was a nice change from the Velvet Room, but there was nothing to DO. No-one to see, nothing. It was starting to just seem like a bigger waste of time than what usually wasted his time. But at least with his usual time wasting, he got closer to finding out where he had gone so horribly wrong, all those years ago. He gave a sigh, stopping at a corner, and rubbing his forehead. He didn't even have 'real' money on him. There went the idea of going inside a store...he wasn't looking to draw THAT much attention, and he heard going inside to window shop was usually frowned upon.

This left him in an odd situation, seeing as he wasn't ready to go back yet...

Zaku had been following behind the odd man for a while now, she didn't mean to be following him, she had spotted him earlier and she seen the odd look of the man and thought there was a cosplay thing going on somewhere, and she meant to ask about it but at the time the man seemed to be thinking of something, so she waited to talk to him at a better time and so she followed him waiting for that better time, or maybe see if he got to the place first. But after a while it was becoming obvious that he might actually be lost, and now it felt awkward to the short girl to go ask him now.

But eventually she knew he would ether notice her, or other people would notice her following him. Eventually he seemed to stop at a corner and was apparently thinking to himself, the look on his face told Zaku that maybe he was lost? Finally she decided it would be best to ask rather then to follow, and she gathered her courage and walked closer to the man.

"Umm..h...hello...a...are..y..you lost? Zaku?" she asked as her cowlick seemed to make a sniffing motion at the man as she stood there looking up at him a worried and curious look on her face. though she was keeping some distance from the man. The girl was was dressed in simple if baggy clothing that hid her body, a sweater and a floor length skirt, but she did have a few things that made her stand out, one was her unusually small stature, second was the massive metal backpack she was carrying on her back, and third was the Giant cowlick on her head that one could easily tell was about as long as she was tall the only thing stopping it from towering over all around was apparently gravity but it still stood up high....and again...it seemed to be making a sniffing motion to the attendant.

The man was silent for a moment. Damn, this was exactly what he had been intending to avoid...he had no intention of striking up conversation with the humans. Quite the opposite, exactly. Still, he had to be polite, above all else...or at least, as polite as he could be. He spun on his heel to face the person who had approached him, eyes focusing on them. It was a girl...with a cowlick currently invading his personal space. "No. I am not 'lost'.
Though, I believe whatever you call that thing on top of your head is." Oswald commented, taking a step back.

Apparently the Real World's residents had gotten weird during his absence since his demotion. The books he had read could never have prepared him for THIS. Or, really, anything. At least 40% of the information was grossly inaccurate. And most of that 40% was very important. "Have you been following me?
And if so, why? I am aware I stand out, but it's not polite to stare." Oswald had resigned himself to trying to pass his appearance off as a 'rare condition'.

Zaku looked at the man as he replied, it sounded like he wasn't wanting to say the word lost, which only made her think that he actually was lost, though she had no Idea what he was talking about when he mentioned the thing on her head, and so she looked up at her Cowlick curled into a question mark shape thus moving it out of her line of sight when she looked up. Seeing nothing she looked back at the man with that puzzled look on her face before seeming to guess that he was being sarcastic or something, She was used to that sort of treatment though, and while it did hurt a bit she wanted to try and help the man if she could.

And then he asked if she had been following her and her Cowlick seemed to stand on end, reaching it's full 4'5" tall height and towering over the man and the girl it was attached to "Umm..Z....z...Zaku..i...is sorry..s..she...t..th..thought..y....you..w..were..a...c..cosp...cosplayer..a..and t..that there was..a...an e...event..s...somewhere....Z....Zaku...c..cosplays...t..too..s...so..she..she thought...s..she co...could join in.....o..or se...sell some...o..of the..c..costumes..s....she made...th..there..Zaku" she stammered out the cowlick wavering about as she stuttered and snapping to attention every time she said her name.