#fleurdepavot

We hope to see you again real soon!

Belgium will be dropped for you.

“Y’know...no matter how many worlds you go to...the sun still sets the same. Pretty amazing.”

There was a melancholic feeling he got from watching the sunset. His mind telling him to head to that familiar clock tower and get some sea salt ice cream. Not that it would have mattered at that point in time. He didn’t like reminiscing about those times because, frankly, all it did was make him sad. But he just couldn’t help it. When the sun let up the sky with a bright orange hue, saying goodnight to the world? He couldn’t stop thinking about his friends.

That was a question. What did hurt or bother him? In most cases, his body was at peak performance, as it should be. However, there were exceptions to that rule, even if they were hidden out of sight. The palms of his hands had gaps in them, filled with a gold material. A hero without a name, such as he was, would eventually fade into obscurity. The body would degrade and he would vanish. Headaches and moments of dizziness were after-effects of the same problem.

Welcome to the war Belgium!

Your Servant will be Amakusa Shirou Tokisada

Enjoy your stay and try not to get killed!

      of all the worlds she had found herself stumbling upon, this was the one she held closest to her heart so far. the atmosphere, the shops, the sense of delicate regality that seemed to line the streets -- here she could very nearly feel at home, or as close to home as she could manage. from the fashions lining the windows of the boutiques to the towering marble of museums, it is hard to choose a place to start her day, which she has already dedicated to combing her way through the streets.

         just as she is pondering her options, a scent catches her attention and wastes no time in holding it. it’s sweet, smooth, and yet there’s a bit of a bite somewhere in there. her steps come to a complete stop as she makes out the source of the intoxicating aroma. it appears to be a corner bakery, at least from the appearance on the outside. she wastes no time diverting her course to enter the shop, her decision about where to begin her exploration made with no doubts in mind. 

         but when she enters, she is overwhelmed with shelves and displays full of colorful sweets and delicate pastries. to say she did not know where to begin would be an understatement -- in truth, all she knows is that she would rather like to find the source of that smell and find out if the food tastes as mouthwatering as its aroma would indicate. moments like this, she has no issue relying on those who know the area far better than she.

   her father would certain scold her, tell her that eavesdropping is rude, no matter how harmless it may seem. but she is a curious soul, always has been, and when so many interesting people have been stumbling out of the light and into her world, well... how is she supposed to sit back and do nothing? there are new people to meet, potentially new friends to make, and DEFINITELY new stories to hear. 

      so yeah, it’s a l i t t l e rude. but she’s never really claimed to be super polite, anyway.

“ Excuse me! But just where exactly am I? What kind of land is this? “ He’d ask with the excitement of a rather young child.