Kokuhi frowned, all thoughts of her opponent having been swept from her mind in favor of trying to track down her sister Quincy Jun and figure out where her friend Souren was. She was worried about her fellow Quincy, especially given the beatdown that had been delivered to Senako. There was no telling what may have been done to her, and she would be damned if she let whoever dared to harm one of her sisters get off the island alive! Or at the very least, with the use of all organs.

But first, she had to find Jun, and there in lay her problem.

Ever a giant among men, Senako cut an easy path through the otherwise directionless masses of the Midway, his two followers close at his heels; though Senako, too, had no set direction in mind, he knew he had to reconnoiter with his allies - the children of God need watch after one another, after all, and it was his job as shepherd to watch over the flock even as he mingled with it.

The children behind Senako were silent, striding as quickly as their lithe legs could carry them; they could sense Senako's poor attitude, as he was still mulling over the radical beating he'd taken, and with so little fanfare. In his eyes, there was meaning in the assault, though he had yet to divine such a thing; the Lord's word was muddled here in this land of filthy indulgence, where baser creatures fed the daemons money in exchange for brutality and the Lord only knew what other services.

One thing he was certain of, of course, was that he had been beaten as a punishment from the Lord; his punishment for taking part in a filthy pig's squabble which he should have risen above. But there was more, much more; nothing the Lord did was ever obvious or simple, always difficult and with multiple meanings, as it should be. Were man to so easily understand the Lord, after all, then what need would there be for priests such as Senako?

This on his mind, it would be all too easy for the giant priest to miss utterly the young team-mate of his, Kokuhi, as he strode along in his own thoughts, seeking the familiar head of Gunilla rather than Kokuhi's.

Gunilla as she was more commonly known to Senako and those of the Richter clan, but more commonly known as Jun to everyone else, had found herself back at the glass cages which formed the habitats of the so called zoo. Truly, there were animals to be found, but new information had cast light upon their origins; genetic monstrosities is all Jun could think of as she looked over them. Janez stood nearby as Jun mulled over all that she knew, though his focus was on the crowd, his eyes canned for the large figure of Senako. Lambrecht of course, was still with Kokuhi. He had not left her general area for any amount of time as he had been instructed, and as Kokuhi frowned, he inquired, "Is there something wrong, Kokuhi-san?"

"Yes, thought first I wish to find the rest of our race that has come here. And, there is one of us that we have lost track of, I'm afraid" Kokuhi partially blamed herself and this blasted tournament as well. Souren was a medic, and not a defense specialist like herself; and she didn't seem like the type to be suited to combat. Worse yet, she hadn't seen her since she had met that irritation of a Shinigami again.

Her werecat as no doubt sleeping at the moment, though Kokuhi herself could only sigh and fold her arms over her chest, ignoring the sound of metal clinking. "I worry about my sister Quincy, Souren-dono. She was with Senako-dono and myself on the boat, but since I encountered a particular, shinigami," She quickly made a mental reminder that it was better to at least treat the Shinigami with some respect. Only in that fact that she was going to kick him in the knee for knocking her out, damn it. Rude giant. "I have not seen hide or hair of her."

And if there was one thing that could be said about Kokuhi, it was that she was damned determined to keep her fellow Quincy safe. Especially her friends.

As he moved with the ebb and flow, fighting the tide of masses through the midway, Senako's scowl ever-deepened. With every step he took, he could feel the iniquity and sin of these horrifying beings all around him oppressing physically on his self - these people worshiped false idols in the shape of coin, bore the ever-accumulating weight of sin on their shoulders by shouting and hollering for more, more violence, more degradation, more humiliation. As he was jostled and rubbed against, Senako's teeth clenched and his jaw flexed; he only paused in his stride long enough to shove bodies away from his otherwise defenseless charges, snarling as he turned this way and that, forcing his way into the least-crowded portions of the Midway, to spare the wheat of himself and his disciples having to mingle with the chaff of these damned souls.

It was as he filled a void in the crowd that Senako's eyes rose and found the fair curls of Gunilla, otherwise called Jun, some easy distance away, with Janez near to her side. Using the large glass cage she stood beside for reference, Senako snarled before plunging back into the crowd, making no effort to ease his passing through the crowd, Kristian and Anastasia staying close to his back, even going so far as to clutch the hem of his coat as he walked, making certain to keep from separating from one another as, finally, Senako approached.

"Schwester Jun, Bruder Janez, a blessing to find you again." Senako sighed aloud, his rough Japanese more correct than it had been so long ago, while his twin charges sighed in relief from the crowd before bowing lightly to Jun and Janez, echoing their Vater's greeting.

Lambrecht listened quietly as Kokuhi told her tale. It was one he was quite familiar with as Jun was the one who had proposed the search for the missing Quincy in question just the day before. "I am aware of this situation and I am sorry that one as young as you is having to deal with this, but everything happens for a reason. Hopefully it is in God's will for us to find Souren-san, but first, we should probably find Jun. Perhaps you have an idea where she might be?" Lambrecht's tone remained soft and kind as he spoke, his face reflecting what was in his voice.

Meanwhile, Jun's expression was more contemplative as she turned to face the man who had hailed her attention. "Senako-san," she said in greeting before nodding to the twins then inquired of the Father, "How are you faring? Your recovery is going well it seems." She was of course referring to the fact the he was out and about and muscling through crowds, though his mental state in presentation through speaking seemed subdued. Jun felt as if something was brewing in him. Janez was his usual silent self as the verbal greetings were exchanged, though he did incline his head toward the trio and his features were less stony.

Kokuhi gave a nod, pausing for a moment to think about it. She couldn't sense reiatsu sadly as well as most, but she was a soldier. Right now, if she was Jun, she would be somewhere that might be favorable to her for one reason or another. And as it was, the young soldier was thinking about what she knew of Jun, and that they both had werepets. Come to think of it, she wondered if perhaps that was the key.

"I hope so, I, do not think I can tolerate losing a sister of mine," she admitted, frowning mostly because to lose one of her fellow Quincy was unacceptable. "I might, did she show any interest in anything when you were with her before? I think I saw her looking at the were creatures we had both purchased."