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((ooc: I hope this is alright! Get to it whenever!))

The sunset is leaching the last of the colors from the surface world's comparative desert as Yoko sets out on a pensive, solitary walk. She won't go far, she promises Dayakka and Simon and the others--just past the edge of camp, a lap around the back of the Gunmen, etc. etc. She just wants to be alone for a little bit with her thoughts. The motion and crowd of Team Dai-Gurren is a comfort and a distraction during the day and even for most nights, but sometimes, as darkness falls, it's suffocating.

So she takes these walks sometimes, and what she thinks about isn't important--at least not now, because not two yards from her explodes a burst of multi-colored and somewhat psychedelic light, blinding her. Yoko curses verbally for the few seconds after her yelp of surprise, as her eyes readjust to the evening dimness. She's already half-drawn her massive gun, expecting the visual explosion to precede a bizarre enemy--but drops it when a familiar face appears before her.

Reject common sense to make the impossible possible. Anything can happen, so to speak. This is a dogma of Team Dai-Gurren, proven by the taking of General Thymilph's massive Gunman ship just a few days ago, spearheaded by Kamina. Usually that dogma applies to overcoming impossible enemies, but this is anything and it is happening. Now in front of Yoko stands--Rossiu?

"Rossiu! You startled me--shouldn't you know better?" She chides, patting her rifle pointedly. "I don't know how you did that, but--"

But something is off. As Yoko's eyes adjust she realizes that this Rossiu is different: taller, broader, longer-haired, more angular of face. It's as if he aged years in moments. She blinks at him before frowning thoughtfully. "What is this--did Leeron find some strange projection software on Dai-Gurren and use you as a guinea pig?" A pause. "What a jerk, trying to scare me!"

That, in Yoko's mind, is the most logical explanation--some feat of electricity and mechanics and graphics, plus Leeron's usual sense of mischief and play. Sticking Rossiu in front of a projector and augmenting it some way to make him look much older, that's right up his alley--isn't it?

[Waking up in the desert is not a pleasant experience. There's sand everywhere and Kamina is fairly sure he's swallowed more of it than any one human should ever consume. Hopefully that's not actually dangerous; the last thing he wants is to end up dead after breaking out of the afterlife.

That had taken some doing, of course. He had managed to round up a group of people who weren't interested in staying dead and together they had... well, they had done something that involved a lot of shouting and heroic speeches and they had busted their way out through the ceiling. Who knew the afterlife had a ceiling anyway? It had looked like the sky, but somehow Kamina knew that his destiny was to go upward, regardless of what lay above him. He had been right, but that didn't change how odd the entire thing was.

Oh well, he's got some people to see and places to go now that he's alive again. Kamina pulls himself upright, dusting off his pants and frowning when that just gets more sand on them. He shrugs it off and glances around, noticing the sword stuck in the ground with his cape tied to it. Is this where he was buried? Huh. He pulls the cape off and swings it around his shoulders, tying it in place before grabbing the sword and securing that at his back.

Then he does what absolutely any sane man does, he tilts his head upward and he shouts.]

SIMON!! YOKO!! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?

Post-skip Rossiu & Pre-skip Yoko: Meeting

Post-death Kamina & Yoko: Guess Who's Back