[ The first thing to appear on the screen is black. That's it. But the audio is clear as day--an animal sniffing at the watch. The nose pulls away from the camera, giving way to white fur and a gold colored eye (red markings around it, should the viewer be able to identify spiritual beings). Amaterasu peers intently into the camera, letting out a soft whuff before whining.

She paws at the pocketwatch, uncertain as to what it is, exactly, but she has an idea what it's for. Vaguely. It looks like one of Waka's pieces of technology, actually!

The city's network is treated to her tongue suddenly swiping across the camera, followed by another whine. She's not about to fully reveal herself yet, but she is going to see if perhaps there are others who know her here. ]

Ears swiveling slowly, taking in all of the sounds around her, Amaterasu moved cautiously across the strange platform she'd found herself on. The train itself had been a particularly confusing endeavor, as she had never seen one before. Its doors were strange, almost like the ones she had encountered in the aristocratic quarters in Seian City, but still they opened for her. She watched it pull away from the station, marveling silently after it as she wondered if it was at all like the Ark.

She hoped not.

She carried on, ears erect and alert now as she moved. Was this a trick of Yami's? She remembered only darkness, and then discovered herself here with a strange watch--which she carried in her mouth, currently--and the warmth that remained from the prayers of Nippon. Her techniques were with her, yes, but only they and the praise that supported them seemed to be what she had. At least she could be thankful for her reflector, but everything else was simply...

Gone. It was frustrating, and the mere thought caused her ears to pin back and her tail to droop. So suddenly had Amaterasu found herself in this place, she had nearly leapt out in an attempt to attack the lord of darkness, only to find she was no longer on the Ark and he was no where to be found.

Had he won? What had become of Waka, who had protected her so bravely? Issun, leading those they had encountered in prayer? She could no longer hear his high-pitched voice, insulting and praising her as it was known to do all at once.

She would find them, whether it be in this strange place or outside of it. If that meant escaping, then so be it. She had done it many times before, and from much stranger locations. This odd... city would not stop her.