#archernya

“E-Excuse me...!” 

When a person with blueberry hair has a beet red face while approaching you, the general rule of thumb was to slowly turn away. Yet, when he had called out to her, his face held a complete and genuine feeling of awe etched into it that most couldn’t help but find a bizarre peace to it.

It was chance that they met in the first place. Two people trying to get away from the noise and crowds of the city. It was chance they met again, stumbling across each other as they tried to make sense of that mysterious girl’s commands. What wasn’t chance, however, was their decision to work together. Mokou couldn’t think on Atalante’s motives, but she herself was curious as to what the ‘prize’ was. Might be worthless material goods...might be a way to unseal her powers at last.

“So we just gotta shoot this thing where it tells us to, right?” She waved around the gun given to them as she spoke.

No side-arm. No trusty rifle that’d he’d had since his service in the turian military. Not even a light weight pistol. There was nothing more frustrating to a marksman than being separated from their weapon.

The turian had found his way to a rooftop. Specifically the rooftop of the dwelling he’d been assigned. Altitude always put this into perspective and a little bit of peace. He stared down at the pitiful plastic toy rifle in his grasp. The glare of the light in the plastic surface taunted him. With all of the confusion of how he ended up here and how he could possibly get back to those he cared about most.

“What good’re you gonna be in a real fight, huh?”, he asked the toy, tone dry and talons tapping across the plastic. He waited for a response, before realizing that this was a toy gun (also, “Toy” gun? A scary concept.) and worrying for his state of mind. Isolation hadn’t seemed too hard in the past. What had changed? Again his mind supplied ‘wait for a response’ when there was no one there to give one besides the outside world and his replica rifle.

Dropped!

“I’d recognize those ears anywhere.” He smiled at the familiar visage, though he approached with caution in his step. His every action was more subdued, more filtered through with restraint than his previously bombastic nature.

   “...Huh?”

   Misunderstandings were an easy thing, even easier for a boy raised in an interactive city like Ikebukuro. Not only was this move quite drastic on its own, but familiar concepts in unfamiliar places brought him to a halt in the face of a young woman who was...

   “Cosplaying at a time like this? I’ll give you an A for effort.” In the wake of destruction, it was quite an impressive costume. 

   How was he to know?

“Cat ears and a tail?” he questions, regarding the woman’s unique traits with a couple of curious glances. props, most likely, but they were neat nonetheless. he’s not entirely sure why she’s wearing them out on the streets, but...to each their own. with little concern about if he was being rude or not, Alois continues.

hey roomies! time to break the ice, yeah? if you aren’t aware- we’re roommates in this place!

looking forward to it! / (⁎˃ᆺ˂)＼ lol

btw, anyone know what this means? let me know.