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“You have friends?”

“YES, lots of them!” 

And pause. 

It all started when she caught a shock of blue hair out of the corner of her eye. If she had blinked she would’ve missed it, and yet, she didn’t -- she couldn’t. That familiar stance, hands in pockets, head bowed slightly -- ever so slightly bobbing up and down to the rhythm of music she couldn’t hear, music that was piped directly into his ears through silvery headphones. It had to be him. 

It felt as though time had stopped, but it hadn’t; no, he was moving away from her, and she couldn’t let him go. He was to be her lifeline in this unfamiliar new world, at least until she saw if Minako had disappeared alongside her; while she was effectively the brains of SEES he was their leader, and hopefully he would be able to aid her just as he had back then. Without a second thought her body began to move on its own, pace quickening until she matched his -- and her arm shot out in front of her, grabbing onto his shoulder with an almost iron grip.

     Cotes has become a comfortable wandering place for Minako, its familiarity to home being its main appeal. With a school district of its own, she feels at home, deliberating every day of not only how did she arrive here, but why. Mitsuru leaves her with no more information, since she is in the same position herself, so she deliberates in a lone moment, contemplating her time with SEES until such a visual reminder appears in her sight, as if on cue; the dark navy colored hair and a face she herself would never forget.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Minato!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 241!

You’ll retain the ability to summon Orpheus twice per day for up to 10 minutes per use. During this time, it may cast Agi up to three times. As it is necessary to use your ability, you may keep your Evoker. You may also keep your fancy Walkman.

Enjoy your stay!

(i'm so proud of him)

What ever this Spirale was, it seemed like a normal city...almost. There were certain things that were strange in the architecture but the people, the sounds, and the smells were all very familiar. Mitsuru had thought this city might have been something akin to the Dark Hour or the TV World in Inaba, but this was something else. And there was no telling how long she would be here. Everyone being keen on pointing out how impossible leaving the island was didn't bode well.

As she walked aimlessly down the street and considered her next course of action, something in her peripheral vision caught her attention. It was a boy with blue hair crossing the street and waving to catch her attention. Did he know her? He certainly didn’t look familiar, but he clearly didn’t look both ways before crossing the street.

“Look out!” The woman cried out, but her Evoker was already drawn and pressed to her temple. “Artemisia!” Mitsuru invoked the name of her persona as the Evoker went off, making Artemisia materialise between the teenager and the careless driver heading straight toward him. With a horrendous screech the vehicle is halted by the persona, which promptly dissipates now that her task has been carried out.

Mitsuru rushed over to the boy in concern. “What were you thinking?” She scolded him. Upon closer inspection, there was something...oddly familiar about him. She couldn’t help feeling like she knew him somehow, and yet she still didn’t recognise him or know his name.

❥ ▬ Unbeknownst to the stranger, Catherine has been watching him from afar for quite some time now, cheek cupped within her palm and elbow resting on the otherwise empty table beside the chair that she is perched upon.

Though she hadn’t intended on approaching him for he was but a child and one who didn’t even fall into the same category as that of her victims to top it off, keeping to herself had gotten boring rather quickly and the sight before her has started to balance along the line of being outright pathetic. Finally having enough with simply observing, the blonde marches over to where the other stands, manicured nail tapping incessantly at the pixelated character on the screen beneath it.

After having been walking behind the boy for the past ten minutes, he’s decided ultimately that the music he’s listening to must be interesting. Though it wasn’t in his intention to be trailing after him this long, as he only wanted to go to the store and then back to home-- he couldn’t help but to do it. To wonder why on earth he was so immersed in his music. Did he relate to it? Did he simply like the way it sounded?