The Floodlands chased it 'round to Tokyo

Quixote really hadn't left the territory in like.. Uh.  A while, we'll just say a while.  There wasn't really any reason for him to do so -- everyone else had been really keen on doing the stuff that required leaving instead.  Okay, sure, he really wouldn't have minded being out trying to find Screech to flay him alive with the rest, but each time he'd picked being responsible rather than revenge -- it just wasn't to be, and unless some evidence was found that the chance even still existed, he just had to accept that fact.

The only reason he left the plateau today was because he was maybe ten minutes behind Lucca and he was mildly curious what he was up to.  From what Quixote could tell on just about all his border trips he could remember, the kid was pretty much a homebody in comparison to some of the other Blackthorns which seemed to zip away to who knew where at least once a week.  At least right now it didn't seem like this adventure would end with him roasting away under the sun either -- at least if the weather held... So why not?

By the time Quixote actually caught up with him, Lucca looked to be having a good ol' time splashing about.  It wasn't like this place was at all lacking for water, that was for sure.  Quixote's approach wasn't hurried, but just a casual amble along a not-so-wet section of ground with a vaguely amused expression, Sup.