#deadcountedshapeshifter

“Excuse me,”

“Would you like some of this pizza?” the word rolls off of her tongue as something undoubtedly foreign to her, “I have more of it than I would care to eat.”

While waiting for her train to come so she may return to her apartment Hinata sat alone on the bench. She felt a bit unsafe in the ghetto, especially at night. Though Hinata was sure she could put up a fight, most of her strength had been reduced significantly while others would easily overpower her. Noticing a male standing alone by the bench she called in his direction with a soft voice. “Is your train coming up soon?”

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

To: Sieg

From: Mirajane

[1/3] Will you tell me more about yourself?

[2/3] I’ve met some dragons but they’re nothing like you.

It was going to take time to adjust to a standard life again, if the city’s experience was truly behind them. And Misaki had a tough time imagining that it might be possible for any stretch of time: the day routine of heading out to school, and then returning to work the shop, without anything massively unpredictable or extraordinary that could occur at any moment.

          It was an old, rusted auto-pilot which carried her through the day - with dusk on the approach. She’d seen faces that had been absent for more than just months, and taken more breaks than normal to try and assure herself it wasn’t another delusion produced by whatever had been happening within the Hive.

But she worried also, for her friends who had other places of origin.

Propped against the railing on the other side of the pavement which crossed Card Capital’s doors, she’d note the rather lost movements of someone who looked as though he had arrived from somewhere else. Somewhere else far.

From above, she could hear her daughter’s footsteps stomping around, her voice faded through the walls as she did her usual happy chant around her stuffed animals. 

She would have scowled at her if she had not learned the mistakes in which were repetitive to her, and she had been so content in meeting her child again that she swore not to set herself off to ruin it. After settling in once her head rid itself away from being nauseous, she entered the kitchen and sat on the table, keeping her mind clear while taking long inhales to herself. 

Then a few seconds afterwards, she heard footsteps from behind and assumed it to be Maria.

❝Maria, are you down here no-❞ Her head turned around, what she expected to be the younger brunette had, in fact, not been her at all. A man stood across from her, and immediately her heart stopped. Silence welcomed between them, and regaining her consciousness, she spoke as cautiously as ever.