#(ca intro)

 Kenna gripped her quarterstaff so hard her knuckles were white, hoping that if she held tight it would hide the shaking. She knew she probably looked as out of place as she felt, given that she could immediately tell that even her clothes were far different from everyone else’s, but she also felt like if she swapped her cloak for anything that she might break. 

 But standing there like a fool wasn’t helping her either.

                But... Why?

 From the smell, she knew immediately that Riful was no longer around. ( Her scent still lingered... But it was faint, a result of her extended stay rather than anything fresh. ) That meant she was out of a meal ticket...

           But it also meant that the territory was hers to claim. Good with the not so bad, it seemed. Things could be far worse. She could stay in the house, and make it her own; Ruffles wasn’t there to stop her anymore.

 But first...

[ ☆ ] it didn’t make sense. it couldn’t make sense. no matter how hard he tried to process it over and over again, it just didn’t seem logical. an experiment? why him? why was he not where he should be? what will happen to STARISH? how will they perform and create without him? this would only make him a burden to those he loved. stepping into the open streets of hive city, he was instantaneously overwhelmed. all these faces passing by, none in which he knew. people of all sorts; different styles, different races-- as if all he was told was true. he didn’t want to believe it. he wanted to be with his unit. he wanted to be with syo. the more he thought about how far away they all are, the more panicked he grew, and with that, came tears that began to bubble up in his eyes. this was too much. he was all alone. he didn’t know where he was or where anything was. his head hurt, a constant pounding in the back of it that became more and more incessant till... 

white. 

all he saw was white. [ ☆ ]

[ ★ ] that was much better. glasses being taken off and shoved into his shirt pocket, a back of the hand came up to rub those pesky tears away. nothing will get done around here if he was crying. his sole purpose was to protect, was it not? then now was the time to do so. and what better way to make a statement than to cause a scene? 

“what the hell is going on here?!”

with that, a local garbage can was kicked over. the first person he caught the attention of would quickly be grabbed by the shirt, brought closer to the blonde’s face. 

yo, this is kinda late bc i was busy and didn’t have any motivation but well— greetings, everyone! my name is trey and i’m the writer behind ed as well as @stainedpyre and @demempath (+ plus two other citta muses that i’m currently working on)! anyways! nice to meet you, i’ve been on citta for quite a few years now. 

As the screen in front of him powered down the Lord found himself in the room with no other people or sounds. The video introduction of what had happened to him had already finished playing so all that was left to do was to leave the room, check the board on the wall for housing, and head off into this new city.

But it’d be wrong to say that was all that was left to do when it came to the Lord, as in his case this was only the beginning.

“What an interesting creation! That seemed like a human on the wall. What a cool thing they did! To think, Nobles are still writing down everything and humans are having moving pictures on walls with voices.” Though royal as his image and attire projects him, the blonde was not good at projecting it once you gave him a second glance. Even as he spoke he was excitedly looking up and down the flat screen television trying to figure out how it works and what made it be able to make moving pictures and sound of all things!

Sure, he should be worried about not having gone into Ragnarok as he expected but this was much too exciting to pass up; at least for now.

And it probably took hours before he finally left that white room, whistling as happily as can be. Hopefully he didn’t break the television for the next person who entered that room but he might.

“So I am staying,” he started as he looked for his name on the wall “in District, uh Delta is it? Oh interesting! Seems I won’t be staying in one of those uh buildings in the middle. Instead I’m living under, hm sector 4.” It seemed easy enough. Walk around a giant city finding district 4 and find a way under it and then he can see his new home.

He thought that dying meant he would go to sleep forever... No, rather, that’s a bit too naive of a sentiment. What he really thought was that he would just. Cease to exist. With zero evidence he was ever alive.

And although he was sure that he felt the steal against his forehead just before it-.

...

Anyway, the point is. He shouldn’t have even been able to open his eyes, let alone be in a completely different place as apart of some social experiment... Actually this was kind of worse than just. Not existing, he’s not going to lie.

At least this time there’s no killing game... That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t keep his guard up. A place like this is just as dangerous.Maybe even more so. If this was his second chance, or. Whatever cheesy bullshit that idiot might say, then there had to be a catch. There was always a catch.

In fact, already he can see that... This place kinda. Sucks. There’s no real upside to this. It has about the same atmospheric charm, yet somehow less, than the killing game.

Though. If this place exists, there’s still a chance DICE is still alive and well... If this place wasn’t some sort of purgatory, or hell, at least... Which it might, he still has no idea.

Well, nothing is gonna get done if he just stands around just thinking about it for the next century or so. Even if the threat of a killing game was no longer there, there’s still a chance this place could be dangerous, and that’s far too risky to just relax. Not to mention he didn’t even have the supplies necessary to even begin to clue together what exactly is going on...