Kotetsu T. Kaburagi

[So. Christmas was over. Things were settling from the draft. Kotetsu is ready to go out and start this day; he dresses like usual, puts on his hat and adjusts his tie, and moves out the door—and he sees, down the hall, a small group of droids. They turn and look at him, and they're already walking dangerously fast toward his front door from down the way. He slams the door back and runs into his bedroom, slamming that door as well. Not much time, then. He knew what they were here for. Without a moment of pause he slips off his ring and leaves it on the dresser, scared to lose it again, and flips open his journal, sloppily writing a note.]

prooobably gonna be taken by the robots for a while, take care of yourselves — kotetsu

[And then he leaves out the window, glowing blue. They're following pretty quickly, and even with his power on they're proving hard to get rid of. He makes a break for the forest. He runs as fast as he can until he's a good distance, leaning against a tree and heaving a breath. He's so used to using this damn PDA. He didn't even leave it at home. He couldn't, really. 

Please don't be afraid to ask for help, if you need it.

You can trust me.

He hears the droids already catching up, and brings up the voice function; he didn't want to tell him what was happening. He really didn't. Barnaby was stressed out as it was with the holidays; him calling him to fight a fruitless fight didn't matter. But. He promised. If he was ever in over his head, he'd let Bunny know.

He talks into the call bracelet the moment it connects, nervous.]

Bunny—

You remember that robot problem they have here?

[Yeah, he was a goner. Sorry, aibou. But at least he's telling you upfront, right?]