End of the Sky

Mejiro McQueen - Uma Musume

From hit (cy)games like Granblue Fantasy and Shadowverse.

From a famous, prestigious family, had lofty goals placed on her.

Might be initially cold, but she warms up to people pretty quickly. Also very gullible and easy to tease.

Holds herself to high standards as she aims to be the strongest horse girl.

Now that she's in Spirale, her life has been completely spun around. (Get it? Spiral? Spin? You can laugh)

She'll need to do a lot of soul searching to find what she wants to do now, since racing no longer seems to be an option.

They don’t reply, still trying to adjust to what happen - which to admit, this wasn’t worse of anything they’ve been through. They could count other multiple worse off possibilities on top of it’s head, but regardless, Kishinami decides to keep that to himself. He already made her worry because she accidentally do this to him, so it wouldn’t be a good idea to bring all that up.

Their face ached but that’s to be expect being hit in the face by a baseball. In fact, they have no idea what they even looked like right now – after being hit by a base ball… Well, at the moment, they weren’t too curious to check on their looks, or that conscious of the fact their face may be looking strange right now.

“Make this up to me…?” They repeat almost unsure what the other was trying to say, blinking at the other owlishly. “Oh. Don’t worry about it - I should have paid attention to my surroundings - I just happened to had.. processing issues – processing – … well, I was a bit too overstimulated - so I didn’t really realize where I was going… so … don’t worry about it.”

Needless to say, she was puzzled by their reaction. Were they trying to imply that it was their fault for getting hit? How did that even work? All she could do was look at them in disbelief.

Cosmo was decluttering their bedroom the other day, and was left with old parts lying around. A LOT of old parts. From rusty gears, dead batteries, to broken circuit boards, Cosmo needed to get rid of them. So they put all of it in a box, and decided to carry it all to a dumpster nearby. But the box was extremely heavy.

When a voice offering aid reached their ears, Cosmo quickly hesitated and declined. “N-No! It’s okay! I can do it myself!” Obviously that was a lie, they’re always trying to be as independent as possible. They slowly walk forward towards the alleyway where the nearest dumpster was, but eventually succumbed to the box’s weight and fell over, spilling all the contents of the box in front of them. “Ow! Okay. Maybe I need a little help.”

"Okay, I-" And there it was. Her response was cut off by the sudden cacophony of metal crashing to the ground and clanging off each other. "Ah, I guess I can help with that."

L’uca was having a wonderful time right now, honestly- the breeze was cool, he had a bag of chips and a hot coffee, and he was taking a quick break from his day to smoke before getting on with dinner prep. Unfortunately, his moment of peace is ruined by the intrusion of a very nosy stranger.

“I mean, this is a smoking area. It’s not like I’m up the doors ass or anything.”

It’s not his fault the wind carries smoke, and he’s not about to get some stranger on his case for doing something perfectly normal.

“If it’s such a bother to you, you could’ve, I dunno, left in a hurry instead of coming to harass me?” A roll of the eyes signifies L’uca’s mild irritation with the interruption. He pointedly brings the cigarette to his mouth and takes another drag, silently signaling that he’s not gonna stop just for her.

"Huuh?! What do you mean smoking area? That's utterly-" her eyes darting around until she caught the corner of a sign behind him. Leaning to the side to read it only to find the ‘designated smoking area' printed on it. She couldn't be mad at him for the fault of the city planner.

McQueen has been fortunate that nobody in her family smokes; it honestly wasn't even a thought that had crossed her mind until this very moment.

As she left a store, she had the misfortune of being caught in a smoke cloud. Finding herself especially sensitive to it, she swatted it away in between coughs as she tracked down the source. A cat man with a cigarette. 

As McQueen was going along her usual jogs, she spotted something a little peculiar. Across the street from her, there was a rabbit person who appeared to be struggling with a box of something.

The one time Kishinami didn’t bother to pay too close attention… was this one instance. Nevertheless, its head pounded wildly, face in pain… What more to say? It was absolutely hell, this pain – but at the very least, it wasn’t life threatening. Although, it’s face would have … a baseball imprint for a while. Blinking in and out of consciousness, they stayed still after hearing someone’s instruction to not move. It wasn’t sure who was speaking to them, but at least … it seems it was wise to listen.

It stayed still for a moment – eyes finally opening a bit wider – seeing the woman before them, looking at it in concern. Kishinami seemed to be a bit… concussed, but it struggled to stay focus, and somewhat awake. Using it’s ears to listen to what she said – it finally found the voice to speak.

“I wasn’t… paying attention, sorry.” It pauses, unsure what EMS even was for a moment, to continue, “I should be fine… just confused.”

"Oh, thank goodness…" simply relieved that she didn't accidentally kill someone. Once she was sure that there weren't any serious injuries, she was prepared to help them get back up. 

Now that she had a good chance to look at their face, it was impossible to not notice the imprint on their face. That was likely going to swell and bruise. McQueen couldn’t help but feel guilty about the situation.

❅ :  perhaps she shouldn’t have been staring. today is a crash course in not acting upon whims and impulses, it seems. clearly weiss is out of practice at this sort of refined mannerisms of late.

‘i… alright, i might have been. i promise i didn’t start out with the intention of - ’ the ears really do make her think of blake first, even if they’re very clearly of a different sort entirely. ‘but i suppose that doesn’t excuse the act itself. my apologies.’ she restrains the long-ingrained urge to offer a curtsy along with said apology.

her stomach drops a bit at the realization that this girl is not, in fact, from remnant, has never even heard of a faunus, but she does try terribly hard to keep such from showing upon her face - even if the smile that follows is a tad fragile, a tad forced.

‘then i should be apologizing further for just approaching a stranger like this to ask intrusive questions.’ she hadn’t even bothered to trade names, first! even by her recently-diminished standards, that was a major etiquette breach. ‘i only asked simply because i come from… a place where there are others with animal traits like yours. i should have explained beforehand. or asked your name first.’ really, anything probably would have been better than whatever this was.

‘for the record, my name is weiss, and if you’d like to pretend this conversation never happened, i wouldn’t blame you in the least.’ the shame is a bit more obvious now, as she bows her head ever so slightly toward the unassuming ground. anything but to meet this girl’s eyes.

At first, she found the girl's embarrassment to be rather cute. However, as she continued her apologies, it seemed that she was more distressed than curious. Leaving McQueen at least a little worried about her.

"You don't need to apologize. I would probably do the same if I happened to see a girl who looked a bit like me." Gesturing towards her ears and waving her tail into view. "You wouldn't have gotten your answer if you never asked me. It’s better than never knowing right?” Trying to change the tone of the atmosphere at least a little bit.

Bringing her arms behind her back, she would lean in a bit to match her at eye level. “I don’t think it’s so bad that I should pretend this never happened. It’s nice to meet you Weiss, my name is McQueen. And just like that, we’re all caught up.” Standing back upright and bringing her hands together.

🌸 Everything about an unfamiliar land was much more difficult to process than Ayaka had originally believed, which was a shame because now that she could travel from Inazuma, she had planned on eventually venturing beyond the borders of her island nation. Perhaps this place was simply a special breed however, what with the layers of technology and people from other worlds?

“Oh, that’s good. I’m glad. I wouldn’t want to offend you unintentionally. It has been quite harrowing trying to adjust to a world so unlike my own.” Upon being granted some reassurance, she folded the fan she’d hidden her face with and gave a small smile to the stranger. She did blink at the offer she had received. “Oh… Certainly, but I can afford my own! No need for you to go out of your way for a stranger like myself.”

“Yes, it certainly has been quite the experience being in this city. Harrowing is putting it lightly.” Even if she wasn’t as affected by the culture shock, she has seen some things that have frightened her quite a bit. Her Tokyo was a lot more peaceful when compared to this city.

That’s the truth. People were indeed stuck here forever like indeed, sardines piled in a can. Deny or not, it will never change as HK416 accepted that even if she hated to do so. It irks the T-Doll off, thanks to their unique system of human-like emotions.

“That one is interesting. I think the ‘stars’ as well stopping us from leaving if one ever found a hole to return back to our respective worlds. As what would they wanted to do with you and me here, along with the rest of the people listed in the phone contacts, maybe just socialize normally.” HK416 paused here for a while with a breathered thinking, and resumed in a moment.

“I think that’s their habit every week. Random pickings and putting them up here depending on which ward.” She was talking about the weekly eclipses that the T-Doll is very familiar of how it works. “Anything else you need to know?” Expecting more confusing questions as long as they’re reasonable to answer.

“Stars? What do stars have anything to do with stopping us from leaving?” Failing to put together that the “stars” were effectively gods of this world. As more of her situation was explained, the more confused and nonsensical this all sounded.

“So, wait, people just get dropped here weekly? And we are just expected to go about our days like nothing ever happened? I was just fine socializing with everyone back home? I can’t even race like how I used to here. How am I supposed to just go about this like nothing ever happened?” Closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. Taking a deep breath as she tried to refocus on the situation.