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Misaki whirls around, spiked bat in hand and with a loud THUNK it bashes through the skeleton’s ribcage, promptly causing it to crumble to the ground.

It looks like that’s most of the monsters for now, though it seems like they come in waves. Misaki isn’t really sure why she ended up with a baseball bat with nails hammers into them but, at the moment, she’s not really complaining.

She takes a moment to catch her breath, looking up at Aya. God, Eve would be proud of her if she could see her now.

“Oooh…”

Misaki watches the girl trip over herself a few moments before sitting down beside her casually, trying not to startle her further.

“A real one, huh? So there really are people who can do magic here…this is like some weird RPG or something.”

She swears she’s even seen a few dragons around. Definitely some elves, too. Ako would be losing her mind if she were here right now.

“I’m Misaki. Nice to meet you, Miss Witch. Are you looking for something?” 

She’s not running?

Or reporting you?

…Well, of course she wouldn’t report you. There was no one to report to here. But magic, arcane magic specifically, was something that was still feared by most people in Acrine. So having a seemingly normal girl not get at least tense by that admission was weird.

Unless she wasn’t normal? But that’s rude to ask so you don’t.

You flinch at the name she’s given you. You don’t really want to be identified as a witch (even though that’s exactly what you are), but you suppose it’s better than her being able to tell others your name, in case there are actually magic authorities.

“Um…” Wow. your feet are so interesting! “Nice to meet you…” 

You take a deep breath. “I am… my friend. He’s… a crow… I haven’t seen him yet… I’m worried…”

“A crow, huh? I don’t suppose he acts or looks any different than a normal one, does he?”

Wow this girl is beyond skittish. She’s not sure what exactly caused her to be this way but she’s getting the feeling it’s nothing good. 

“An RPG is, uh.”

Misaki pauses. How the hell do you explain video games to someone who probably has no idea what a tv or electronics are...?

“Ah, another musician. I’m in a band, actually…but uh, I’m just a DJ, y'know? Anyway, nice to meet you, roommate.”

“Roommate you say? Ah, it’s nice to meet you too! The name’s Asher.”

Upon his arrival in the Spirale, he was left with only a smartphone, the keys to his new place and a tiny banjo. Then he was dropped off at the condo, with no further explanation. So obviously, he wasn’t surprised to run into a roommate sooner or later. Especially since he wasn’t exactly sure which room was supposed to be his. And maybe his new roommates could give him more information to this new situation. Either that, or he found people that were just as confused as him, sharing the same fate.

“So… which room is yours? And do you happen to know which room is mine? I’m afraid I didn’t get the memo”. Or any memo, for that matter. 

“They just kinda left you here too, huh? I actually haven’t really made myself at home yet.” 

All things considered, there were worse situations to be in. The condo is very nice, much nicer than her actual house. That doesn’t make it any less jarring or okay though.  

“I haven’t claimed any room yet, so take your pick. I’ll just take whatever’s left. And, uh. I’m Misaki. Misaki Okusawa.”

She takes a glance around the kitchen, pristine and full of new appliances. Did anyone live here before them? There’s food in the fridge, so...

“My band’s...a little erratic, I guess. I don’t think any of them are here in the city, but we had the motto of ‘making music that makes people happy’. So...whatever genre that is.” 

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“Another Misaki, huh?” 

She says that, but the other Misaki in front of her has so much more presence than her, and looks way cooler. Not to mention she’s pretty!  

“You’re a student too, huh? Oh, but my name’s spelled in kanji, not kana…um, nice to meet you.”

She’d have never suspected so much could come from sharing names. The other girl was quite chatty, with little charted course, almost like those more outgoing friends whom were nowhere to be seen.

The rhythm allowed her to play passenger to the conversation, a role she preferred, though felt it time to assist when the other Misaki shifted gears swiftly. Perhaps her people skills weren’t all that steady; that would make two of them, yet another similarity to their seemingly flourishing list.

Is this? How you make friends with people...?! Misaki isn’t used to feeling this giddy.

“Oh, I’m a first year. I guess that makes you my senpai, huh? Uh, a long time ago...? What--”

She pauses awkwardly, catching herself before she asks what the other Misaki means. The last thing she wants to do is intrude on someone else’s business...ugh, come on, don’t just leave it at that, you’re gonna scare the poor girl away!

“Oh, Aya!”

Someone else from CiRCLE’s here too, huh? She’s relieved to see her, offering up a faint smile. 

Honestly, she’d been so confused when she woke up here, she just sort of followed the directions given to her. The assigned person led her to a very fancy condo--something more like what Kokoro’d have than her--and just kind of left her there. With the bear suit. 

Was she wearing it when she blacked out...? Misaki strains to remember, but try as she might, she can’t think of what exactly her last memory is of. She makes a mental note to ask Aya about that later, but for now, her enthusiasm and smiles are infectious.

I guess the best answer to this would be… not yet?

Yet being the most important word.

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