" . . . . . Roger. "

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

Alpha: How have you au’d your character to fit the setting?

Beta: Does your character live in Kairos or Palaria? Is there a reason for you choosing the place that you have? 

Gamma: In terms of regaining memories, what’s the one thing you can’t wait for your character to get back?

Delta: Is your character’s profession different than it was in canon? If so, what is it? 

Epsilon: Do you feel like your character is living a better life now that they’re au’d, or did they lead a better life in their original universe.

Zeta: Does your character have a specific place they like to spend their time at?

Eta: Where’s their least favorite place to go and the reason why they dislike going there?

Even though it was a sea so far away from her own, the one she was always used to, it did hold a sense of comfort to her, which was probably what she needed most at the time. Sure, it wasn’t the same place she knew for so long, but it helped. The anxiety that had washed over Dolphi when her and her friends had arrived at their new home was now just a small, lulling feeling at the back of her mind. All she could think of now was the calming blue waves and the soft sand beneath her feet. With a pretty beach like this, perhaps this city wouldn’t be so bad.

The waves lapped at her feet as she strolled along the shore, picking up tiny seashells that washed up next to her. Dolphi wasn’t much for collecting things, but seashells always held a special place in her heart. Maybe she could use them for her drawings, or give them to Wadanohara (the girl always had a certain fondness for them, after all). Either way, they looked lovely, and it only felt right to bring them along with her. The beach wouldn’t miss them, since there was already an abundance of the shells there.

Because she was so busy stuffing her bag with more and more things, it was hard for her to notice someone walking straight into her. Being the tiny girl that she was, it was easy to knock her over, and so did she fall back on her rear end with a loud squeak. Sand found itself in her dark hair and on her dress, and all the shells she had amassed spilled onto the ground.

Fukami's lips curled into a soft smile as he spotted a familiar face. He was sure that was his dear friend Dolphi who seemed to be filling her bag with the little treasures of the shore. It was probably a mistake on his part not to let his presence be known before he reached. They ended up walking right into each other and Dolphi was knocked over. Fukami was much taller and solid than she was, so it was expected his big frame would knock her back so easily. Worried, he quickly crouched down to her level. "Dolphi!" He quickly started dusting the sand from her hair before gently grabbing her and placing her on her feet.

While apologizing a few times he frantically tried to help her gather the scattered sea shells. It wasn't anything to get so worked up over, but he felt bad for knocking her over and spilling and the shells she'd been collecting. Normally he probably wouldn't care, but Dolphi was a very special friend. She was another reminder of home. A reminder of the sea—his sea.