#daylen 01

(Well, isn’t this troublesome...if fate wanted me here to find stronger adversaries, I’d take it, but...I don’t even remember taking that taxi.) he thought to himself. (That’s a lot more suspicious than anything that could be considered destiny.)

Enkidu stares outward with eyes half open. Flexing his neck to loosen the crick in it, (Did I fall asleep in the car?), he wonders, bringing his hand under his chin in thought--

THWACK.

“Wh--...?!” 

He hit himself under the chin, with a bit of surprising force. Not quite terribly, but he didn’t realize his shackles were gone. Staring at the leather bracers only for a split second before he looks around, twisting. 

“Hey!!” 

Where did that taxi go?! Did somebody steal them? How’d they even get them off his wrists? 

“Yo sorry, you’ve been standin’ there a while...”

“Now this is what I call a clean up. Wish they did this to Kirkwall back in my time. I mean, we did have the Qunari start ravaging the city so I guess that counts as droves of monsters killing everything.” Really, he was talking to no one in particular, only truly finding a few people he knew from the world he came from. Still kind of convinced this was a trick of the Fade or some weird after life. It didn’t really matter in the end, now did it?

Not again. Not FREAKING AGAIN. It hasn’t even two months since he was thrown to that one place and now he was in another place! It didn’t help that he woke up next to a hole and slowly slid back away from it. Getting up to his feet, Ryou couldn’t help but to notice that the fog around certain parts of the city looked like how there weren’t proper textures in a open world video game and was just empty space. 

Blinking, he started to walk around to get some awareness of this place. As he continued forward, a burgundy colored shape started to get clearer as he got closer until finally realized who it was.

Walking by an area of pool chairs, Emi was quite the sight -- she had gathered as many water balloons as she could in her one arm, stacked up to her chin. Careful as she was, it was hard to see past the colorful balloons, and so she missed the puddle in front of her. Her foot slipped and she fell backwards, some of the balloons flying through the air and landing right on a man lying on a chair behind her.

She was quick to get back onto her feet, but kept her distance, looking on with fear in her eyes.

A loud huff came from the Adept Rogue as he opened his Status Menu, something that he didn’t even expect to be available, while looking at what what left of the items he had from [THE WORLD]. Like expected all his weapons and armor was gone, the Virus Cores, all the Adler Keys and anything that could give him a chance to fight. 

This also meant that all the Magic Scrolls that held all the offensive and healing spells were gone. Which usually ended in him licking his wounds and not in the figurative sense. For scrapes this was fine, but for a bit of the deeper ones...

There were so many people here, it was amazing- honestly, it was as if the entire city had turned out for the event. She hadn’t thought that there would be too many people here after all of the destruction of the week prior, but clearly the colourful gathering of people dressed-to-impress had proven her wrong.

So, when her eyes fell upon someone dressed entirely in a suit of uniform browns, she was rather surprised. It seemed as though everyone was breaking out the brightest fabrics available to them, so to see someone in such bland colours was, well, a surprise.

Though, there was one splotch of colour on the man’s jacket, peeking out from beneath his scarf...