MIRROR, MIRROR:

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even among the unfamiliar, bustling city and the crowds of unfamiliar faces, she’s easy to spot. moreover, her accents and features are too distinct for him to be mistaken of her identity. the past few days have been confusing, to say the least and a bit worrisome ─ not being sure where you are or where your friends are tends to do that. so when sun catches sight of someone he actually recognizes ─ he jumps at the opportunity to say hi.

literally. he jumps down from from the fence he’d been perched on moments before ( a much better vantage point than the regular street ), grin ‘pon expression. ah ─ what was it that neptune always called her?

“ hey hey, ice angel !! ” sun calls out to her with a friendly wave but brows quickly pinch together in brief confusion. no no, that nickname doesn’t sound right at all !! well, there goes his opportunity for a smooth reunion! he chuckles, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. it doesn’t really matter, he’s simply happy to find someone familiar.

“ er, weiss! hey! can’t believe you’re here too. i thought i was like, alone in some strange alternate reality, or somethin’… do you have any idea where we are, because i don’t! ”

        UGH   --- hearing that name again sounds weird on several different levels. Wait --- it was ‘snow angel,’ right ?  Why did she ever fall for that one... ?  She doesn’t dwell on it long, though, once it occurs to her that it wasn’t Neptune’s voice --- or Jaune’s, for that matter. 

        A resigned sort of amusement lights her features once she turns on her heel, the tiny quirk of a smile that’s almost impulsive --- like it shines through despite her best efforts. A gloved hand rests on her hip as she studies him, the distance bridged in a few quick strides.  ❛   Leeet’s... stick with  WEISS  , Sun. When did you get here... ?   ❜

        It’s only been a matter of days for her, but she still feels considerably calm about her situation by comparison. Then again, Sun probably had a way different environment back in Remnant... Here, the urgency has given way to the consideration that this might be a much-needed state of calm before returning to the storm. ... Literally. 

||  █ ▌— a grin forms on prompto’s face at the words. he doesn’t mind being watched, not when he’s taking photos. it’s something he’s always taken quite a bit of pride in, something he knows he’s got skill with ( and he worked hard for that skill, grueling hours, not that he minds those ) and so he turns to look at the one who complimented him.

❝ thanks, ❞ he says immediately, snapping one more. the sun is in just the right place and he wants to see if increasing the shutter speed and adjusting the aperture slightly will give him a better result. he peers at that picture before tilting the camera toward her, showing her that one as well. ❝ so, this one. better? worse? ❞

❝ oh, yeah, the time. i, uh, guess i should probably head inside soon but… there really aren’t many moments when the sun is cooperating perfectly, are there? i’ll stand around all day for it if i have to… ❞ he sounds a little sheepish, a little self-conscious, but only a little.

      ❛   Hmm...   ❜   DESPITE   her own concerns about the time, she finds herself studying the photo intently all the same. She can’t help it --- aesthetics, design, photography, art... They’re satisfying to indulge in, and familiar territory for any Atlesian --- or long-time visitor to Vale, for that matter. Several fingers rest beneath her chin, and a thoughtful hum idles in her throat. 

PSYCH : accepting ! 

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⁝ ▹ NOCTIS always stands in a little bit of a slouch, and though it’s something he has been told explicitly not to do by a myriad of advisors he does it anyway. He’s leaning against the side of a building somewhere in the heart of the city, trying to stop himself from feeling too bored. He’s not very good at people watching (that’s something Gladio has always been better at) but he does notice the woman as she walks by.

The scar looks like she’s a fighter of some sort, and it reminds him of the scar that Gladio had gotten defending Noctis when they were younger. The familiarity is enough to make him approach her. “Hey, do you know if there’s anyone posting hunts around here?”

        ❛   --- Hm ?   ❜

    DESPITE   the majority of passersby being in a similar situation to her ( that is to say, here totally and completely against their will ), very few stopped her to converse. If she were to guess, it has something to do with her walk --- she’s always had a particularly quick gait, a slight sway... But each stride filled with purpose. 

    Ice-blue eyes flit quickly over his form --- slouched posture, easygoing half-smile... Relaxed, but with a wiry frame. They seemed close in age... And of all people to ask about hunts, she finds it a little amusing that he picked a Huntress. Was that a coincidence --- or was he sizing her up too ? 

a recognizable image within a sea of unfamiliarity. it mattered not the time nor place; the faunus would always find her family one way or another. it was not as though weiss was a difficult character to miss in passing either way. had it been so easy to find her in a whole city? or was it blake’s subconscious passively seeking out such comfort?

truthfully it had been the latter. yet this was no time to dwell on her excitement in such achievement. not alone, at least. without stumbling in stride the faunus ends up alongside her teammate, huffing softly before intentionally breaking the silence between them.

“ well, wherever we’re headed… ”

“ seems to be somewhere pretty important. ”

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          ❛   Wha----- Blake ?!   ❜    SHE   lacks her dear friend’s composure, mouth falling open as she finds herself compelled to do a double-take. Her steps come to a screeching halt, despite Blake’s earnest effort to match her stride. Maybe they’ve only been separated a matter of days by her own perception, and maybe that time was even shorter for Blake... But the mere sight of her was still such an immense relief, such an immediate weight shoved off her shoulders, that her posture slumps --- and her expression warms. Perhaps the warmest it’s been since her own arrival, a period that’s been filled with almost neverending frustration.

He found his living quarters, which he was alone in. He managed to place that demonic beast sealed disc in a nice place. Plus he was nice and a wizard gave him a little strap to carry his weird toy sword on his back! Things were looking up! Now if only he hadn’t panicked during that weird talk he had with the lady, he would have an idea of where he was. 

For now, he should try to find someone who may know more then he does here. Walking among mages and wizards was at least normal, though the one girl he met when he was running with that cursed disk was here! Maybe he can ask her! “Excuse me! I’m sorry for comin’ to you in a panic yesterday! But could you maybe help me understand where I am? My name is Asta!”  @mirrornaster​

          SHE   could pretend she didn’t hear him... 

          But she’s become a bit of an expert when it comes to his ‘type’. He wouldn’t go away --- just talk a little louder until she took notice. He seems harmless enough... So with a great deal of near-physical effort, Weiss irons out the creases of irritation between her brows; pursed lips forcibly fall lax.   ❛   Right --- I remember you. I’m Weiss... As for understanding where you are, if you mean right this very second, I can help. But as to this whole place in general...   ❜   She trails off with a short sigh, rubbing at the back of her neck with a gloved hand. 

       ❛ forgive me, did i startle you? ❜ a gentle inquiry, the hand which had touched upon the other’s shoulder finding its place to the side of her as it had been prior to having reached for the other. a flinch having been felt, daenerys could have only drawn the conclusion that she had perhaps frightened the girl in some way. briefly would a small smile stretch across her lips, nothing short of apologetic for the queen was surely so. call it habit that she be so bold as to touch upon another, absent their permission — a habit which she need break now that she was here. these people were not her own.

       ❛ you seemed rather lost, was all. i did not mean to scare you. ❜

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          ❛   No, it’s... It’s fine.   ❜    IT’S   embarrassing --- the reflexive need to flinch with an unexpected touch. A part of her knows that it’s exaggerated in her mind, that personal context wasn’t readily apparent to a stranger; an even bigger part of her didn’t care, and worked herself up into embarrassment nonetheless.