Plague was sitting peacefully on a bench in the quieter part of town, jotting down something in a little notebook. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the announcement was made, as there was a speaker set up right next to his bench, and the speaker was of course calling loud enough so people would hear the message over the bells. "<span style="font-style: italic">All</span>Breakers?" he muttered to himself after it had ended, bringing himself to his feet and breaking into a run.<span style="font-style: italic">What could be important enough to call in [i]all</span>the Breakers?[/i]<br/><br/>A few minutes later he'd arrived in front of the central station. "Look out below!" a familiar, accented voice called from somewhere above him. Plague looked up just in time to see what was about to happen and step out of the way. The young blonde man landed easily, somersaulting to lighten the impact. "Miss me?" Joker asked, his tone somewhere between apologetic and playful. As always, he spoke in that light, implacable accent that had become so familiar to the white-haired individual. Perhaps German, or Italian, or Russian... ah whatever. He'd stopped trying to guess.<br/><br/>"Not in the slightest," Plague responded, smiling to show he was joking. "Jumping off roofs is dangerous, you know."<br/><br/>"It was only one story," Joker shrugged, "hardly as dangerous as fighting some Gehna nowadays. Besides, the first thing my parents taught me was how to fall... without dying," he added, laughing.<br/><br/>"Personally, I'd rather not fall in the first place," Plague commented, just as yet another fellow Breaker came down from the sky, landing just as easily as Joker, if not more so. "What is with people?" he mused, running a hand through his fair hair.<br/><br/>Joker laughed and put a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe it's just you, if you're the only one who doesn't hop around a bit." The blonde boy removed his hand and started walking toward the Central station.<br/><br/>"I still think you're all just weirdos," Plague muttered to himself, following after his friend. Floor two, wasn't it?<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Warui jumped, dropping the plate he'd been washing. Luckily it didn't break. "Ai! That was loud," he muttered, rubbing his throbbing ears. "What do they need so many Breaker's for?"<br/><br/>"It's none of your concern," Mifune said softly to the read-headed boy. "You have chores to do, so don't start worrying about it."<br/><br/>"But--!" Warui said, still curious, and worried regardless.<br/><br/>"I'm sure if there was any direct danger to the people, they would let us know," Diana said calmly from the doorway. Somehow, being in a wheelchair didn't seem to make the woman any less beautiful. "I'm sure that for the moment everything is alright. We'll do what we do and leave the Breakers to do their own jobs. Alright, Warui?"<br/><br/>The boy's face relaxed a bit. "Yeah, alright."