[OPEN] First Entry: ...this is not Mars...

[count_to_peace]

[The scenery of Republic City reminded him of what he would call home, with a few notions that things are a bit older than what he knows. While the buildings are pretty tall, reminding him of a certain metropolis he had always wanted to visit, but there is something off about their design. It seems that there is a strong Asian influence at hand. That, and most signs are in a language that...is probably Chinese, or some amalgamation close to it.

Luckily, Zechs manages to stand out of the way of the passing crowd to just take in everything. He tries not to look too bewildered, but how can he not be, when last he remembers is being on a space shuttle to Mars? The thought of being transported to another place without his knowing disturbs him greatly. Did someone sneak into the shuttle without their knowledge and drug them? Surely, he would have noticed something off, or reacted. Where was Noin, then?

He crosses his arms, looking contemplative, but probably quire frustrated.]



(ooc: Zechs will just be standing on the sidewalk in the city, looking pretty out of place.)