way of the dango. ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖᶫᵃʸ ⁾

          STANDING ON TOP OF A building in sector one, it is only a wonder on what the swordswoman plans on doing on a day like this. beside her is a peculiar device, one that looks like a catapult made out of thin, wooden sticks. skewers, to be precise, were anyone to get a better look at it. one hand holds onto what seems to be a lever, the other with a megaphone that she had recently learned about. anyone in the other sectors would note several others on top of structures with the same devices which she had labored over.

          well, it was about time to give the masses what they deserved.

          ❝ Um. People of Hive City. Far too long have we been oppressed in our ways. Meant to live day to day as if we’re nothing but objects. Fmm... yes, that ends today! No longer will we be subjected to such tyranny. Dark Lord Sion likely is working for these scientists, the very king who threatens the way of the dango every day! Fear not, you will soon be free of not being able to taste dango whenever you like. ❞ yup, it was gonna be one of these things. ❝ Mn. As a beautiful, more beautiful than even the brightest star, mysterious heroine, I’m here to liberate you from these shackles. Yeah. That’s what I’m going to do. Rejoice! For you can now enjoy dango to your hearts desires despite the wicked laws this tyrant king has instilled! UWOOOOH---!! ❞

What was one to do when they encountered a beast? Something so terrifying and beautiful that even being transported to an unknown city wasn’t enough to keep them away… That’s right. This terrifying beauty was one that Ryner already knew well. One of two that were seemingly bound to him by some stubborn fate.

Ferris Eris.

Truth be told, Ryner almost considered trying to dip away into the crowd. Maybe then he could relax for a day or two more before having a warm, heartfelt reunion with the woman before him. But something told him that the endearing moment couldn’t wait for the end of another good nap. Really, he should quickly catch up to– No. He’d call out to her before she got too far. 

❝Aahh… Ferris!❞

So it begins. The wonderful and heartwarming reunion.

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          DISBELIEF. LIKE AN ILLUSION RIGHT before her very eyes as she hears the sound of a familiar voice call to her. had she only kept going forward, perhaps the familiar tufts of black might have escaped her, carefully covering those tired eyes that stare at her listlessly. were he only prepared for the welling emotion that burrows itself into her chest, something ever foreign as she stares in bewilderment momentarily. ❝ Ry... ner? ❞ no, there was no way this was a fake. even now she could sense it, that sleepy little light which glows within him that she had found in those dreary days.

          one step forward, stiffly done as if uncertain if she should. yet it is only a moments notice before she runs toward him---not in aggression, but one of earnest emotions that rarely mar porcelain features. restraining herself was hardly necessary as she shoves herself against his face, tears beginning to well at the corners of her eyes with her face hidden against his chest. how warm, she thinks, remembering this very same feeling when embraced by her brother.

                                                    he was here. ryner was really here.

                                                    𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹!       He would look at her wondering what she was thinking for a brief moment. There wasn’t really much to go on by her facial expressions until she made one expression toward him. What kind of face was that? Did he do something that was perhaps wrong of him to do so? Either way it seemed like she was disinterested in it now as she was paying attention to her creation once more. Though there it was again, the glances, and a look, this girl was certainly strange.

      A few confused blinks would be made before he would raise a brow. ❝ 𝓔𝔁𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓮? ❞ It took a brief moment for it to register what she meant by that and of course he gave a questionable look toward her direction. ❝ 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮? ❞

                                       ❝ 𝓘 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂. ❞

      A strange woman she was, but there was stranger he supposed. Getting on the same side as her, he’d begin to push with her. Somehow he swore though, she wasn’t giving as much effort in pushing, was she even pushing at all? Perhaps he was imagining it, he certainly wasn’t doing all the work was he? A stranger wouldn’t be that mean. ❝ 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸? ❞

          FINALLY HE UNDERSTANDS, READILY WALKING over after what long pause offered to help her move the larger creation. somehow she seems nigh content, that merely a look was capable of provoking him forth into doing her bidding. far more suitable than the reactions which ryner gives her, giving a quick nod in agreeance with herself that he would make a fine manservant as the other. not that she would ever tell the poor fool until far later down the line. ❝ Hm? You’re not dumb. You got what I meant, so it’s fine, ❞ she reassures, more so explaining the lack of need in hardly saying anything. 

          arms begin to push against the makeshift catapult, sliding it along the ground with the help of the vampire. thankfully so, feeling how weak she had become due to whatever the scientists had done to her physiology. bothersome indeed, but nothing which stops her and the other from finally getting close to their destination. ❝ There. ❞ pointing, both hands are quick to pull from the device in a sly manner as she designates where they had to go. rather than return to her efforts, she merely crosses her arms as she watches the poor fool continue to push it further before strolling along. and, once the bundle of skewers were in place, does she make a makeshift cover with a heave of a sigh afterward as if she had worked hard.

                                                    𝒮𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓁𝓎!       He’d rub the back of his neck as now he felt as if he should know what glue was. The urge to make the argument that such a thing didn’t exist where he was was on the tip of his tongue, but even he didn’t even know if there was glue around where he was from. There was always new things to look at and see, so he wouldn’t be surprised if that would be on the list of things he had yet to discover back home.

      ❝ 𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮? 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮! 𝓢𝓸 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓫𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷! ❞ Of course! Why didn’t he think about the market?! That is where most things could be obtained at here in this place. Yes, now his mission to help out the young lady would be more easier than he expected. ❝ 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶, 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 ‘ 𝓰𝓵𝓾𝓮 ‘. 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝔂. ❞ He was hoping now that he opened his mouth there wasn’t any glue back home.

      ❝ 𝓔𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂! 𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼! ❞ With those words he was off, but for a brief moment before he came rushing back to her. Clear confusion was on his face as he came to a realization on something.

                                       ❝ 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 ‘ 𝓰𝓵𝓾𝓮 ‘ 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮? 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 – 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓼 ‘ 𝓰𝓵𝓾𝓮 ‘? ❞

          GIVING HIM A FIRM NOD, there is little else to say about where to get the magical substance that kept things together. though his next set of words is a mystery to her, wondering how a place would hardly have something as easily accessible as glue. blinking once, she tilts her head at him. ❝ Possibly? Fmmm... ❞ not that it mattered to her in the moment, knowing that it existed in the city they currently stood in. that much was enough for her to find little care in offering further explanations... until he mentions not knowing what the object of their discussion even looks like.

                                                                           what a pain in the rear.

          brows furrow momentarily, looking between him and her ongoing creation several times before coming to a conclusion. no way would she trust this boy to get the right thing by mere explanation, giving him a look of disapproval before walking over to give the glued sticks a few pushes in an attempt to hide it from prying eyes. once more does she offer a glance in his direction, an expectant look upon her expressionless face as she addresses him again.

  Her first priority: getting food. To others it might have been about figuring out where they were or where their apartment was. Kagura? Yeah, no. Minute her stomach growled she immediately went on a hunt for food.

God, does she even have money on her? Where is Gintoki when she really needs him. Speaking of him… maybe she should also look for him. He did disappear a while ago and considering what those doctor people said, he could have ended up here.

Change of plans, first find Gintoki so he can buy her food. There we go! Now to ask around.

❝  Hey lady ! Have you seen a deadbeat looking guy ? Curly hair and a dumb face ?❞

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          WANDERING THE STREETS WAS ENOUGH to bide the time of the woman, cerulean gaze observing the several displays that hold cute clothes and trinkets she would buy had she her fortune on her. pausing briefly as it contemplating, her thoughts become pulled away at the sound of another calling for what she believed was her. tilting her head subtly, she gives her usual listless glance toward the other, one hand placing itself upon her hip whilst doing so.

          ah, so this must be an acquaintance of that man. not that he really spoke of any comrades, though it was plain enough to tell by how pointedly she asks for him.

                                                    𝐵𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝓎!       He had cast his gaze toward the young blonde after hearing the air noise coming from something empty. It had appeared she was working on some sort of project. A bit confused on what sort of thing she was building, he’d just keep the mystery a simple mystery. There was no reason for him to go and poke his nose into something that was not involving him. Thats what he would think, but his own body would betray him as he’d keep watching and staring at what she was doing. It was almost as if he was watching another magic show if he could describe like so.

      It would appear had lingered far too long enough for the girl to notice, hoping she didn’t mind, but there was no complaints about his prying stare apparently. Just simply a request. ❝ 𝒢𝓁𝓊𝑒…? ❞

      In all honesty, the vampire had no idea what that even was. Was it some sort of new thing these humans came up with as well? Was she using this ‘ glue ‘ for her construction? Didn’t people usually use hammer and nails? Then again, with the twigs she was using those were far too small to use a hammer and nails for. ❝ 𝒩𝑜. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎. ❞ He’d be blunt and wouldn’t beat around the bush about her question. Though…perhaps he could go and get some if he knew what to look for? ❝ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝒷𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈…’ 𝑔𝓁𝓊𝑒 ‘? ❞

          ONE BLINK IS OFFERED, AWAITING an answer from the other as she stands up completely from where she perched moments ago. moments pass, leading into near minutes before she finally receives the answer she is seeking. ❝ Damn... ❞ the curse is muttered under her breath as she turns her gaze away, eyes narrowing at the peculiar device she had begun to piece together in partial contemplation on how to proceed. leaving it here unattended might prompt others to take it or discard it, though to cart it around would only prove bothersome. ah, if only ryner was here to act as her pack mule.

          “oh, you’re right, i can see you’re really devastated.” he quirked a brow then, “hahaha, you should write a story about it– sounds terrifying.”

“It’d be nice to have someone to swordfight with…”

          “that so? well, guess we know why they’re sayin’ ‘you better watch out’ in that song.”

HOMERIC EPITHET

You are bright-eyed Ferris. Homer also used this epithet to describe Athena, the goddess of things like wisdom, diplomacy, war, and arts and crafts. Athena was the patron of Odysseus and helped him out of some tough spots, except for those times she just didn’t feel like it for some reason or another.

FATAL FLAW

You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honorable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.

GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH

See, here’s the thing—someone sent that wild boar. It might have been Artemis, because she was jealous of your skill with a bow and arrow; it might have been Ares, who hated you; or it might have been Apollo, because your girlfriend blinded his son. There’s really no telling. You made enemies. This is just what happens when you’re too beautiful to even exist. Either way, you got mauled by a pig and are now dead, but you died in Aphrodite’s arms as she wept, so at least you've got that going for you.

LITERARY SETTING

You got Hogwarts! We all wish we were Hogwarts students, but you seriously belong there. You’re a quirky, creative, and magical person, and you were born to wander Hogwarts’ expansive grounds, use its secret passageways to sneak into Honeydukes, and take whimsical Hippogriff rides into the sunset. Just imagine walking past the Room of Requirement with Sunday brunch on your mind (brunch food + Hogwarts magic=RIDICULOUS foodstagrams). You'll need to look out for trolls, giant spiders, basilisks, cursed necklaces, evil students, booger-flavored beans, etc, but in the words of the late, great Sirius Black, what's life without a little risk?