[There is a child crying in one of the abandoned temples near the rift. The sound echoes, which makes the direction difficult to pinpoint.

Eventually, however, if one looks, they will find a little girl, possibly around 7 or 8 years old, absolutely wailing as a man tries to bundle her up in a…blanket?]

Please comply. The corrosion from the rift will harm you greatly without protection-

[Two things. One. There is a carcass of a kaiju nearby, one of those large boar ones. Very likely to have set the kid off. The other thing is that the man is absolutely covered in kaiju blood.

His face is quite stony as he attempts to put this blanket thing around the kid, but if you’re looking, you might catch the faint perplexed panic in his movements. Black, glass-like wings flare as the girl pushes against his hands again.

He notices you approaching or nearby, and blinks, straightening up not unlike a soldier at attention.] Greetings. I’d responded to a request to retrieve an overly curious child. I have found her but…You- ah- [He has been kicked. He hooks his arm around the girl’s middle before she can run off.] -wouldn’t happen to know more effective procedures for this, would you?

[Despite himself, Federico does end up going to Kaiju Con. It seems like a good place to gather information on the threats they have been brought in to fight off, and how the public views and handles those threats already.

He was…not prepared for the costumes.

And he certainly was not prepared for a particularly rude costumed teen asking him how he got the halo and wings to stay afloat like that, and how they don’t bother waiting for an answer as they just grab his halo like a handle and pull on it.

If anyone wants to see a sankta practically bluescreen, that’s. Certainly a way to do it. If you have empathy powers at all, you may faintly feel something akin to a very disorienting burst of static as Federico’s eyes go wide. His hand twitches toward the shotgun at his hip, but he stops himself.]

Excuse me.

[You could step in here. Eventually he does manage to disengage with very stilted protests and the like, maybe even pushing. The “assailant” is a civilian after all, he cannot risk hurting them.

At no point does he insinuate this is a costume of his… but he can be found later in a somewhat quieter corner of the con, crouched down and just…holding his head. He grunts softly if you approach, and looks up at you, eyes pained.]

A-Apologies. I will…participate appropriately soon. It’s just. [He winces at a screaming child running by in an inflatable lizard(?) costume.] Loud.

[You could also, if you so wish, find Federico at various other locations of the con, like:

B. Listening very intently at a panel. He’s got a little pad of paper in his lap where he’s sketching- quite well actually!- the creatures being discussed. As well as their weaknesses and little notes of strategies against them…]

C. [A very serious man very seriously considering a bin of plush kaiju. He looks through, evaluating each one with a keen focus that seems beyond just…passing interest. He pulls up this thing.] I have…a ward, back where I am from. Do you think this is something a rather independent child might like? [The tonberry stares into your soul…]

D. [Federico ends up purchasing this monstrosity. He seems to be observing it with a discerning eye. Gumball eyes…? But the flavors sounded appealing. The form however…] I will admit…I have never seen ice cream come in such a. Creative form. [He takes a small bite. Then another. It must be pretty good if he’s continuing to eat it. Er. Hopefully.]