Calling up the troops.(Private-Izzy, Vio ard)

The wind felt obliging like it consistently had. A current of cool mistral that lessened the immense fever of daylight, almost compare-able to the quality of barren desert as clothed fragile arms spanned to enfold behind a crown of alluring white. As per usual, the socerer of time situated himself desolated on the roof of HQ, attainable by an expanse of facade like stairs, daunting by the pursuement of height but hidden by the metal door that boldly confronted DO NOT ENTER. Something that had been neglected the first time he compelled his way through, only enthralled by the pure air that scalded against throat and the ceaseless blue sky, that once more, consumed his sight. It aroused a gentle smile to his barely pinkish lips, thin layers of flesh vieling the allure of gleaming gold, easing sounds and distant voices parreling toward him until metal barring rasped through the waves of his senses. 

Alarmed, the frame knelt upward, seizing the display of a woman who grazed at the ladder, metal structure pulsating as if it could tear from the side of HQ any second. Feet shifted, clicking against the firm roof as he halted just before the girl, spanning an outstretched hand toward her which was hesitantly regarded, and then, clasped onto as he hauled her up toward him. "Are you alright?" a quiery, the woman barely seemed like she was absorbed into reality, beads of sweat formed against her paled face before she detached from the youth, seemingly drained of energy. "L-Lieutenant Towa wants to see you.. Although, it took me awhile to find you, so you'll probably be late.." she could hardly latch onto her breath, lashes of crystal fluttering in perplexity to the sudden encounter, the smile gradually returning. 

"Ooooh~.." a pause, sealed golden hues gaped at her amply, "Who's that again?" she almost choked on the air at his question, a singular assembly of sweat hovering over her lowered crown as his display of placid persona was an envy to behold. Smaller hands dredged through a meager sized bag, tugging out a piece of paper as it scoped in the direction of the youth, whome gathered it carefully. "Her office is on the second floor, by the lounge.. Don't get lost Kuninaga." there was a strive to vocaling stern, optics of appeal intruigied by the layout of the building as the woman stumbled off before he had the opportunity to thank her. 


Even after sweeping the entire place, forbidden rooms and not, he still commenced himself misplaced and likely the ruin of all.. late. Not that there was any recognition of panic within the youth's mass of enigmatic emotions, in-fact, the calming footfalls remarked his curious thoughts as to what this Lieutenant expressed to be. Hot-headed, absent-minded, or shy? Regardless, he couldn't compose the overflow of endless wonders, passing strangers gaping at his blissful aura that gave off somewhat of a comical impression, oblivious to their bemused stares. 

How late was he now? A few minutes, an hour? Hikaru had strayed the record of when he had last seized sight of that woman, rearing the now disorderly paper to eye-level to catch a glimpse of where he might be situated as of now. A cease to the roaming feet, bed of white steered to the right to confront a wooden door, labeled as Ms. Towa. He almost bounded into a boisterous and restlessness noise, rooted to but an elated gasp that whirled past parted lips and shuddering optics of enchanting gold, a gleam fleeting by as quickly as a star. Without a civil rattle to the door, they pivoted abruptly open instead. "Hello~!" a pause, regardless of the others, the beam of youth never fled from gentle features, "Sorry I'm late, I had some trouble finding my way here." sheepish, a hand spanned to the nape of neck, rubbing it moderately stiffly to the clashing of other gazes.