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Send me “talk about us” and my muse will tell your muse…

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

“For the time being, we are cooperating to achieve a common goal. That is the extent of any relationship I am willing to have with the likes of Alcor at this point.”

☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK

“......”

She stares down at the drink dubiously, apparently reluctant to so much as accept the mug being offered her. She has no need of anyone’s charity--least of all Alcor’s--but even she must admit that after an all-nighter or two, a cup of coffee is incredibly appealing. It isn’t as though Alcor is completely inept at brewing it either, surprisingly enough...

...

It’d be foolish to let resources go to waste. Aside from Ten, Miyako isn’t certain Alcor has acquainted himself with any other residents of Hive, so it’s not like she can tell him to give it to someone else. Even if she could, though...the anti-non-human sentiment sprouting within the city would no doubt make it unsafe for him to wander unaccompanied.

How bothersome...

With grudging resignation, she takes the mug.

“There was no need for you to do this.”

The earthquake had been sudden, resulting in widespread damage and death and striking fear in the hearts of many. While Ten wasn’t used to such averse conditions, he was determined to remain faithful to his vow--that he would continue to smile and sing and instill hopes in the hearts of the people of Hive City.

That had been fine and dandy at first. He had somehow reunited with Miyako and Alcor in the destruction as well, and Riku’s second inexplicable disappearance from Hive City only meant that he was no longer here; in other words, he was safe. That was another weight off Ten’s shoulders. All he had to do was focus on surviving.

And that’s when things got weird.

Shortly after the booming voice echoed throughout the city, many odd optical illusions had begun to appear. Ten had found himself being tossed into one of them, and after a nauseating journey, he found the familiar landscape of Tokyo spreading before him. 

It would’ve been a relief...except Miyako and Alcor had been sucked into the rift with him, and were both looking around, very clearly confused.

“...How did you two end up here too.”

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No matter how far along the shore he marched, it was like there was no end. Just how far could a stretch of land that appeared from nowhere honestly go? It was a question which became more frequent in voiceless asking.

His travels had taken him up some distance for a regular citizen, though nothing more than a stroll for a Spartan. Returning brought with it the bitter disappointment of making no progress in venturing away from the incomprehensible vacation. No closer to locating the reportedly missing scientists.

Another route, perhaps, could lead him back. If not, then he would be at a loss completely as to the next tactic; he had not a phone to contact anyone and question what exactly was happening. And asking in person, well, not much desired.

Upon the raised wooden and rock barrier which segmented the lower sands and reached out into the ocean, his attention was lured towards a man perched, spectating the otherwise carefree crowds before them.

And as inappropriately dressed as the Chief himself.

Well, now or never; there was less to look so lost in front of.

If the warning that the Scientists were lost somewhere among the streets or dark corners of the city, then finding them would offer an easy solution to the entire ordeal ravaging the city. The problem lied in which solution that entailed; which he was trekking towards.

The mixture of reality and memory, of hallucination and truthful - the crisis seemed unending. Like his Alter was attacking from the inside, whichever way around it might be.

But among the wreckage of what had once been a fast food outlet, a man lingered with an attire he’d seen once before.                           One after the conclusion of the incursion; when summer drove the population to a temporary oasis. By all accounts, he... shouldn’t be here then. He’d spoken of arriving shortly before as they met.

Then it made little sense he was in the middle of a warzone prematurely. Unless he remembered wrongly, or interference between the Alter and Home was beginning to distort the afterwards.

“Saiduq-san?” It was more a questioning, to be sure he was real and there, or to lessen the poor impression should it be a case of mistake identity.                  Though the attire stood out as unique, could there really be another with such a style? And there was always the danger of him being the enemy. It only spoke sense to proceed with caution; he still knew so little about the man and his capabilities.

Empress - How dependent are you on others?

“More than I’d like to admit, honestly. Even now, when I thought I’m more sure of myself - they form the basis of how I see myself. Without the people around me, there’s nothing left, nothing meaningful. Having someone there pulled me out of a silent, choking world, and I’d rather not go back, no matter what.               I can do anything of an ordinary day by myself, but only knowing there’re people there to go to when it matters”.

Strength - How impulsive are you?

--Yuu had totally lucked out. On his turn to pick up the needed groceries and supplies for the day, he had managed to stumble upon a perfectly fine automobile specimen simply rusting on the side of the road. Of course, there was still a “For Sale” sign posted onto the back window, but no one had even left a phone number for him to call or ask information about. It was just asking to be adopted--to be taken in by a pair of good hands that would utilize it for the ultimate good! Or, you know, at least conveniently drive back and forth between the orphanage and shopping district for faster travel time.  Having had to break the door just a bit to get into the driver’s seat--Small collateral damage! No big deal!--Yuu had quickly loaded his bags into the back and hopped into the sun bleached leather seat, eyes sparkling with utmost excitement. Turning the keys that had been left in the ignition, he brought the engine to life with a seat shaking roar, no sooner sliding his hands against the smooth steering wheel.

“......”

It had never bothered her. She generally did not have the time for any of the leisure activities civilians enjoyed in such a place, nor did she harbor any particular interest in them. Further, sandy and uneven terrain made beaches even more unappealing...as did the crustaceans so often hiding out of eyesight, beneath the sand.

Yet here she was, standing just at the ocean’s edge, looking silently out across the waves. Here she was, in what was probably the first “personalized” swimsuit she had ever owned, aware of, yet unconcerned by the so-called “dangers” she had been warned about following her entry into the area. 

Miyako didn’t really know why she’d come here. Maybe it’d been a decision based on a whim. Maybe she’d wanted some time to think in relative peace. It didn’t really matter, as either way...it had been a mistake. 

She’d known she would have to track him down the moment she sensed a shred of his presence in the city, but for it to be so soon, and utterly unannounced...

Well. Suffice it to say that Miyako wasn’t exactly happy about this turn of events.