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“What? You being nice? I think that’s a bigger explosion to my mind than any bomb you’ve made..”

“Of course there is. I am a weapon of mass destruction, yet you have not tried to befriend me yet!”

Dull thuds followed by a shattering crash. The third time’s the charm as they say it, and it’s only on her third attempt did the assassin manage to break through the glass. A trained hand snaked through it, tinkering the handle that had the window locked. Hitsugi rolled into the darkness, a confined space she soon identified to be the kitchen.

Illya glanced up towards the sky, frowning to herself. She hadn’t heard that there was any rain in the forecast today, but it certainly looked like clouds were rolling in. And she hadn’t brought an umbrella, lovely; though that had been because she hadn’t thought it was going to rain. Well. Shirou’s house was across the bridge, too, so she was more than likely to get wet no matter what she did.

How unfortunate. She grimaced, giving the clouds another pointed look--how dare the weather decide to spoil her plans to go shopping for stuffed animals, when that was what she did on a lot of days anyways--but started heading up the street. Most of the people had already cleared out, and by the time she was making her way past the park, it was all but deserted. 

Naturally, that was when it started pouring. The white-haired homunculus hissed under her breath, scrambling for shelter under a nearby drooping tree, though admittedly it wasn’t the best shelter. Considering how hard it was raining, it wouldn’t be a good idea to go all the way back to Shirou’s; it would take too long, and going out on the bridge in a thunderstorm was just asking to be electrocuted. But the mall in Shinto was much closer, and there she could at least look at stuffed animals while she waited for the storm to let up.

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Without a doubt, the region was a wasteland.  Nissa, whilst exploring Ollam ruins, had come across a doorway.  The reinforced bunker beyond matched the style, so she felt nothing off, until she emerged through the broken doors.

The world was destroyed.  At least, that was her first thought.  The sky was smoky and filled with flashes of light.  Every now and then, flaming metal fell from the sky on a trail of cinders.

In the rubble of a ruined building, she found a real prize, though.  Wedged in warped and charred steel, was a mechanical object still flickering with electronic life.  Tenderly, oh so gently, the girl set about pulling it free of the molten slag.