Sonya Dmitriev... so that's who their tutor is, huh.
Michael had eyed the redhead woman with interest momentarily as she began to split up the candidates into their search parties, warning them about the consequences of failing to find the crowd that the Mist kid warped. He admired the way that she seemed to dictate with an iron fist, though the praise fell short as it failed to phase him to say the least. Being under this fake identity and guise started to make him feel embarrassed since he had to portray emotions and say things that he would otherwise never display, and it was an agonizing feeling.
Michael trembled slightly as Sonya finished, gripping the side of his shorts. "Did she just jump down from a rooftop?" his finger pointed towards one of the buildings and trailed down to the woman's feet, blinking in surprise. Though, before anyone could answer him, she dismissed the candidates to their task while entrusting two of them to guide him and the other girl to wherever they were going. Whatever, at least I know where these runts are located, now.
"Wait!" Daisuke rang out in English just as Michael began to step towards Artemis and Prospero, stopping him. The boy dug into his pockets and reached for something, sighing as he pulled out a handful of nothing. "Okay, I don't have a pen or anything, but..." he scratched his head, pointing towards a seemingly random direction. Michael nodded in understanding as the boy gave him his address out loud, seeing Daisuke scuttle off towards Cyril and Abigail with a hand waving in front of him.
Well, speak of the devil. If these people live really close to one another, this will be one hell of an easy job.
"Sorry, I had to talk to him for a second," Michael referred to Daisuke as he trotted up to the pair that was to guide them throughout the town or city, give or take. "A little too energetic, but he's pretty cool and friendly," he lied, a bright smile on his face. "Where to, now?"
"I'm coming!" Daisuke shouted as he ran after Cyril and Abby, who were already a ways down the street. He loved meeting new people and enjoying new experiences, but challenges like the one that the scary woman had just tasked them with made him a bit daunted and frustrated. He was never one for complicated puzzles, but this should have been relatively straightforward; just like a simple game of hide and go find the Italian people, right?
"Hmm, to start off..." Daisuke mumbled when he finally joined up with the two, putting on the look of a detective as he scanned their surroundings carefully. Easily one of the most serious expressions that anyone could have seen on his face, the mind of the Japanese boy began to process a million thoughts as all of the tactical deductions and theoretical explanations pieced together, finalizing the production of a viable solution as Daisuke delivered it to his brothers in arms. "I don't know."