[ mika's already experienced the end of the world once. to experience it again is not much fun, especially when he's pulled from being with his precious yuu-chan to a crash site of an airplane. he hasn't come to any harm, fortunately, but he's been in better places and better situations. at least he's not thirsty... yet.

blood-red eyes glance around him as he takes in the scene. he's aware of the little black bat that seems to be flopping around him now and scowls at it, reminded of krul tepes' pet bat, arukanu, but as the bat introduces himself with a voice not unlike that of ferid bathory's, he finds himself saddled with a means for communication. not that he approves. looking around again, he realizes he's nowhere familiar, and it's obviously not japan. where he might be, he has no idea. but he does know he needs to get away from the scent of wounded humans before he feels that familiar burning in his chest and throat. so he sets his gaze on the forest, one hand on the pommel of the sword at his hip and begins making his way there. against the smokey, ruined backdrop of the wreckage and the sea, his white uniform is almost glaring, but he doesn't care. he doesn't shuck off any of it, regardless of how wet and sandy it is because the anti-uv black bands on his shoulder keep him from burning. besides, he's more focused on finding his way back to yuu. ]