The same as he's done almost every day since he got- well, destroyed, Falcon finds himself training. There's an obsessive fury in his eyes, unmissable, clamped down and withdrawn as the rest of his body language is. He looks ready to strike at the slightest notice.

1: Mementos
One may notice him heading down the train station in Shibuya, before disappearing with the telling ripple of someone entering the Metaverse. He storms down the floors, not even bothering with the weaker Shadows. What good will taking out the small fry do if he needs to be stronger than he is? No, not even the dephts of Mementos will do- the heights of the new part of Mementos, the part he'd explored once with Magpie, that's where he's headed. 

2: Moments in Between
Honestly, Falcon's been pretty scarce in general. He's only replying to network posts directly adressing him, not bothering to reach out to anyone himself, and even when he does reply to texts or network posts, it's short and to the point. Even when stopped, he only tends to talk long enough to say that he's busy, and move on. Right now, however, having exhausted most of his battery, he's stuck in his charging station... and clearly unhappy about it. He's not expecting anyone to drop by, though, so his eyes are closed in a faux-sleep.

3: Static
By midnight, he's gone again, out to train in the shiny new training room. Robin and Loki shift inside him, as if withdrawing slowly- but Falcon doesn't care. They've been doing this for a while now, no longer speaking to him, and cringing away, but as long as they obey when he calls them (and they still do, eagerly so), then it doesn't matter. He scoffs as he opens the hidden door, making sure there's no unsavory presence to follow him, before stepping inside. Here... there are the proper elements to train for doomada, and by god, is he gonna make sure he's prepared.

(Unbeknowst to him, rain has started falling in Inaba. Back home, his TV flickers with static, oh-so briefly, showing an unrecognizable silhouette.)

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Today has certainly been... a day.

Falcon groans as he tosses his pan, finally giving up on cleaning it- he doesn't even eat, so it's whatever. Both his face and mesh are covered in blackened soot, and his kitchen looks... well, passable now, considering how much he already cleaned up, but he'll have to clean himself later, too.

Listen, when Futaba told him she wanted to cook, that was fine. He could supervise, and she could make something she liked, and it would be great. He doesn't mind watching her while Phoenix is gone, really. She's a good kid, for the most part. How was he supposed to know she'd blow up his kitchen? Here he though making food was just a matter of following the right steps, but whatever is left of the supposed pancakes (groan) are nothing more than sad piles of black dust. 

Actually- hadn't he asked her to throw those out? Where the hell is she?

"Futaba-chan?" he calls out, but gets no answer. He doesn't find her in any of the rooms, and sure, she likes wandering around by herself, but he asked her to please tell him when she goes out-

There's a thump from above. He perks up, and listens closer.

Another thump.

Wait a fucking minute-

He rushes outside, and indeed-

"Futaba-chan! What are you doing on the roof?!" he yells, exasperation in his voice. "Get down from there!"

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Raven's message had been... curious, to say the least.

Falcon's still not sure what to make of it; he clearly hurt Raven quite a lot, and nearly killed him- a child- over bad-mouthing Shido. Not that he could help it, but still...

Perhaps he wants to pledge his eternal loyalty to Shido-san this time! We did show what a great man Shido-san was, after all!

... Right. Not likely.

Really now, he'd rather get this over with as quickle as possible. He doesn't even know why this couldn't have been done over text, but he's already agreed to meet up in Shibuya. Not that he could really refuse; no schedule means no excuse means no reason to politely decline. Any info he gains could be useful for Shido-san!

The trains here are strange, and before he knows it, he's arrived in Shibuya station, stepping out alongside a sea of cognitions, carefully avoiding bumping into one; a habit he's gotten quite good at, since he is a little... more sturdy than the average human. He allows himself to follow them as they go out to the streets, before he finds a quieter corner to himself. His scanners don't pick up sight of Raven quite yet- maybe the boy has yet to arrive.

With his ever-polite smile painted on his face, he leans against the outer wall of the station entrance. Raven probably won't be long- or maybe he set up Falcon, and is making him wait for nothing. Not undeserved, really- but that's a rather mean-spirited reading of the situation. He knows himself, he's not the type to do that, even if Raven is... a child. He doesn't think he'd do that, didn't seem the type either.

For now, all he can do is wait, so he does. He has nothing to lose from doing so, after all.

'Well, that didn't make any sense. Thanks for nothing, weird old man,' is what he thinks.

"Ah, I see," is what he says, smiling at the long-nosed, bug-eyed old man sitting in the middle of the strange blue room he's found himself in, "thank you very much for your warm welcome. I appreciate your introduction."

Despite his near perfect disguise as a human, Goro's ultimately mechanical body bows politely, as if he'd gained any valuable information from this, instead of being spoken at nonsensically. What the hell is this place? The Velvet Room? Forming bonds? Concern about the place from which he came? As far as he's concerned, this is all looking like it's going to be a huge headache. 

Still, his scanners indicate that this is... not quite like the Metaverse, but something like it? The strangeness of it all certainly makes more sense when he looks at it that way. It's a place outside of his normal reality, that's for certain, though when he tries to recall the memories of how exactly he ended up here, all he gets back is some glitchy static that makes his limbs twitch. Fun! Lovely! Shido-san is going to want to know about this!

He blinks away the intrusive thought, the only indication of his upset as he looks around. Internally, he sighs, already resigning himself to figuring out how this place can be useful to Shido-san. He has better things to do, technically, but apparently, it's not like he's gone in his own world, so it's not like it'll really make a difference, either. Who knows? Maybe exploring this place will prove useful, in the long run. He's not sure what kind of 'bonds' he's expected to make, if any at all, though maybe finding someone and speaking to them may prove fruitful.

... Sure. That sounds logical enough. He's not exactly eager to hand yet another boon over to Shido, but it's not like he can refuse either. He's already here, after all. Not to mention, he is curious...

Hmm... usually, he's forbidden from leaving Tokyo. These doors lead to places outside of Tokyo, but since this is Metaverse related, perhaps he can try to...?

When he does not receive an internal error (though he's not sure if he's exactly happy about that), he opens one of the doors...

1.  ... and ends up in a city, which his internal GPS immediately pings as Iwatodai. From his databases, he knows the Kirijo Group has many connections here, which immediately sets him on edge. His body, however, does not react to his internal distress, nor the vague impulse to return to the Velvet Room already, and sets out to explore. 
2.  ... and finds himself in the middle of a shopping district... filled with closed shops. He gets pinged with "Yasoinaba" for a location. It's surprisingly quiet, but he finds that he doesn't mind all too much. Eager to find out what's so special about this town in particular for it to show up here, he starts walking around.
3.  ... and ultimately decides that he should familiarize himself with the Tokyo of this strange place. At first glance, it seems to be mostly normal, but the 'supernatural' feeling from before lingers. Legs moving near-automatically, he finds himself strolling towards LeBlanc.