#artiillery

“Hi, roomie! Since you’re new, I’ll give you a little house tour... that’s my toy shelf.” He pointed. “DON’T TOUCH--”

Dropped!

Over the course of her time in the city, Orianna has made several meaningful connections with others. The island is populated by so many, and the young lady tries to be kind to everyone she encounters. When they move on, she sometimes finds herself thinking of them, and hopes her well-wishes are strong enough to reach other worlds.

Seven is from the other place, before everyone was transported here. He’d gone back home before the departure. To spot his head and heavy red cloak above the foot traffic on the boardwalk of the Golden Ward is a very pleasant surprise.

Orianna’s face breaks into a smile, and she jogs a little bit to catch up to him. The Ball whirs along behind her, confused as to what has her so energetic.

❝ Seven! Hello! ❞ she greets, falling into step beside him. ❝ It’s me, Orianna. I did not expect to see you again, but I am happy that you are here. ❞

The Ball looks between the two of them.

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 115!

You’ll retain all unlocked weapons and abilities!

Enjoy your stay!

         Izuku gave Seven a long stare, he couldn’t exactly see the gun that took over most of Seven’s head due to the hood. But he knew from the facial structure he resembled Jyuzo rather closely. But not a direct copy, and his interest peaked. Izuku really wanted to see what the gun upon Seven’s head look like, since he knew Jyuzo’s head resembled a revolver. 

         What did Seven’s look like? He couldn’t really tell. 

         But, Izuku didn’t say a word as he passed a personal tub of Bunny Tracks™ icecream over to Seven, along with a tiny small pink spoon. 

         “You think I’m pretty?” Forget what the stranger said before that, he was genuinely curious on why he said that. He was anything but pretty. He was a massive, walking gun for crying out loud. Not a very good one either.

“Don’t get me wrong, you look like a terrible, terrible mess.”

Stella perhaps wasn’t the smartest when it came to dressing correctly for weather. She’d walked around in a blizzard, in Moscow, in shorts so a storm, no matter how bad, couldn’t her to change into a different outfit or even find an umbrella. She couldn’t feel the piercing cold of the rain and wind, so she didn’t feel any need to actually shelter herself from it.

Now suspended in the air, modified limbs flailed in air as he wriggled to escape. Turning to the GSU, Tetsuro frowned, almost not willing to his his Harmonie on this guy. But he did, and the Extend on his hip started speaking.

[You and your friend hurt Jyuzo, and your from Beruhren! And I don’t care that you got in trouble-] Maybe he should have used Harmonie on this guy, but he had hesitated. If he used Harmonie, he would have just collapsed right here without anyone to grab him.