Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20191017222741/@comment-36159587-20191017223729

It'd taken Galaxian a bit to calm down and all, which was crucial, because his powers centered on his emotions, after what had just happened, his emotions could basically be represented by a mish-mash of dark and dreary paints from the 16th century. Unfortunately, that basically meant that for the past hour or two, or few, his powers were about as reliable as...well, the end point is, his powers were not being reliable.

The deity'd resolved to running around on foot, asking random people if he'd seen a young woman who could "turn into a birdie!", which wasn't a good description, so he hadn't really been able to make any progress. At least he hadn't been put into an asylum yet, because he looked like the kid he was.

So, by instinct, by chance, or by luck (good chance!), he's kind of found her. Except, by default, he's looking in all the wrong directions, and he's not really the type to watch where he's going, especially at all the wrong times. Of course, he's still running. Kae might want to watch out.