Phantom thieves... Honestly. [he laughs quietly to himself] Must be how Inspector Vergier and Charlie feel when...
[Raphael's hanging out in Lumina Cloth, the lights and setting... Not really reminding him of home but he prefers the bustle of this Root Town to the sedate pace of Mac Anu. He didn't get very far with the last quest and when he'd tried to enter on his own it had been more of a disaster than his first attempt to break into the Louvre. Good thing he was an expert in making quick getaways from sticky situations.
Maybe it would have been easier if Fondue was here to offer backup]
[a quick shake of his head - whoa, now was not the time for reminiscing! - before he finds himself a clear corner of the plaza and starts putting together a short dance number to whatever rhythm is playing in his head. Wouldn't want to get out of practice now, would we? Maybe if he focused on something else until his mood improved...]
[walking out of the Chaos Gate is a young Macabre Dancer with red hair. He looks a bit disoriented... And appears to be talking to himself] I can't say I remember ever coming across something as strange as this. Then again, it isn't every day you go to sleep in your own bed only to wake up on a stone floor, is it? Sleepwalking isn't really my thing. Granted, this whole costume gig isn't something I'm foreign to, but I don't think I've ever had to wear something like this. Eh, Fondue?
[he looks down only to find that he was standing there alone]
[a quick search reveals absolutely nothing. No fur, no bandanna,
no pretty poodles for Fondue to woo]
Oh... Where'd he run off to? [he turns to try and stop a passerby] Hello! Excusez-moi? Can I have a moment of your time? 'Allo! I'm a bit lost and it seems like my partner has gotten himself lost as well. Do you know where we are, why I'm dressed like this and have you seen an Altasian Cheesehund around?
[ooc: I have no icons, but I can't seem to bring myself to care. 8T
also might be scarce this week, be back on the 21st]