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He hadn’t been paying much attention to the happenings of the city. In fact, he hadn’t been paying very much attention to anything at all. He had been afloat in a universe he’d never set his eyes upon before for quite some time now and somehow never left that initial state of shock. So when the sky transformed and reflected the ground below, Viole had no choice but to come to terms with the fact that he would always be in constant confusion, that this city would indefinitely throw something out of the ordinary at its inhabitants. And so, when he ran outside to witness a young girl extending her fingers to...boy he didn’t even know how to describe it..., before he knew it, he had pushed the young girl’s hand away, breaking her contact with whatever the heck it was she was reaching out to.

      ღ — While others were good with their hands and good at crafty things, Rin was always more athletic, good at any type of sport you threw at her… Was braiding hair considered a craft? It wasn’t really an artsy thing, but you had to be able to do it with diligence and doing things with accuracy was not really Rin’s thing. She’ll hopefully learn a thing or two from observing, and if the time comes for her to try, hopefully she won’t fuck up too bad. 

He let the braid fall and watched it slowly un-braid itself from the bottom. Only a couple inches escaped the neat arrangement of hair while the rest of the braid held in place. He separated the abandoned braid with his fingers before brushing it out. He worried that it would get more tangled. His hair was already unruly as it was. Even a simple ponytail couldn’t keep the long bangs away from his face...though they were oddly convenient. He didn’t mind them too much.

❝If you can.❞ Words slip out of her mouth as if reminding the slayer that it may not even be possible to communicate with anyone outside of the city. Retracting her being two steps away from Viole, she glances in a seemingly random direction. Deep crimson optic gazing over the vicinity without a hint of hesitation in her movements; Hwaryun withdrew air to fill her lungs at a lagging pace. 

He tried to ignore her side remarks, though, truth be told, he’d feel more comfortable with her around than not. She was, in fact, his guide and he knew he needed her, especially since they were now outside the Tower. “Where do you live, Hwaryun-ssi?” It was safer knowing where she was in case, well, anything happened. Though he felt no direct malice from the strange man in the video or from the city in general, he was uneasy with the sudden foreignness of everything and felt the situation was much bigger than him.

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Chrome continued staring at the box as if expecting the content to jolt and jump out of its confined prison and slither away in to the streets of Sector Five. It was odd how her imagination could run wild at this point. It’s her first time seeing something this disturbing ever. She looked away from  the box and decided not to think about it. They didn’t look like anything that can be cooked, anyways. Not that she’d know. People in the Hive sure have weird appetites. 

Although he had nothing planned for that day, he was already beginning to form some in his head at that very moment. Meals were his main priority. Viole had survived his first couple days in fairly good health despite the lack of food. But that was something he didn’t plan on keeping up for the rest of his time here. Grocery shopping was a must and, while he was at the market, he might as well take care of that now. They must have some normal foods that he could use. Perhaps he'll make cream spaghetti that night, his specialty. The only problem was a facility...his hut thing was definitely not an appropriate location for cooking food, much less for burning a fire.

notyourdamngod

This energy. The same energy he had felt on every devil buster he has met on Tokyo, the power to kill gods and demons, it was irradiating on him. 

Viole looked down at his hands once again in light of his inability to produce a baang of Shinsoo. This wasn’t the first time he’d dealt with not being able to manipulate Shinsoo, but somehow, this time it felt like something he wasn’t going to be able to squeeze out of by using the power of the Thorn, another thing they took away from him when he came to this strange place. Something even larger and more powerful was controlling this city and the Slayer candidate wanted to know who, or what, they were.

“Yes...how can I get to District Alpha?”

“Well, I used to be dead but now I’m not. So the spirit  world if one gets specific.  I take it you don’t have anything with you at the moment? Like anything  to boost your powers and stuff? They take away those stuff too. Annoying isn’t it? Especially to those loner types.”

“They brought you back from death?”, he questioned, lips parted slightly in surprise. What insane power did these people have? Did Viole really have any idea who, or rather, what, he was up against? “...no, I don’t.” Besides losing his powers, they took his pocket, too. Without it, he couldn’t call people and most definitely couldn’t contact anyone within the Tower. It seemed that they had taken the Thorn as well...

How was he supposed to describe it? Even he didn’t quite understand what it was he manipulated. “It’s...everywhere. In the body, in space...” He tried his best to recall information from his position training years before. “It can be controlled and used for attacks, barriers, and special techniques.”

It appeared that she had simply been voicing her inner thoughts and had not expected a response from a stranger such as him, though he, too, was curious about the nature of these boxed beings. Viole limited his interactions with others due to his circumstances, but felt that doing so here outside of the Tower would prove to be more disadvantageous. Maybe they’d both learn something from the streets of this strange city.

“Shinsoo...?”

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“...Sector oo1.”

She anticipated his words with a slight smirk painted upon her lips. Would they be of sheer disbelief, or acceptance of the sudden fate once again thrust upon him? Either way, relief was surged within the guide’s mind, content with the fact Viole is still alive. ❝It would seem so, although I’m sure Ahjussi must be terribly worried about you.❞ Of course, who could she else mean, but Ha Jinsung? Honestly, she would not be surprised in the slightest if he somehow stumbled in here.

“I will contact him when I can.” The man who’d taken the role closest to guardian during his time training in FUG was also one of the few people the Irregular truly trusted in FUG. Although Ha Jinsung was part of the organization that captured and blackmailed him, Viole could not bring himself to hate the man who taught him, refined his skills in battle and in Shinsoo manipulation, and essentially took care of him, sending him clothes and the like (though he could’ve just bought his own). His teacher was a funny man: strong, but also...quite embarrassing.

"Who knows, But its one big social experiment for them. Truthfully, it also effects people ability to… care. I mean, when disaster happens, the buildings rebuild themselves, and the people don’t really care for those who are just too normal. And you have to wait a mont to get a cellphone, and than keep interacting with people to get your powers back. Or some of them. Its all confusing."

“Interact with people to...get your powers back?” Did that mean he couldn’t...?