#funkmiracles

Rose had decided to explore the Sector that was apparently would be her home for the indefinite future. Despite it being nicknamed 'the Ghetto,' she didn't expect it to be as bad as it actually was. In the few days she had been here, she had heard plenty of gunshots, a lot of shouting, and had to avoid plenty of shady strangers. The name really fit it, and it definitely wasn't a place for thirteen year old girls, but this was home sweet home. She did wish that she had something that wasn't a stick to protect herself, but hey, c'est la vie.

She was walking down the streets, since walking around in plain sight seemed like the best idea in this sector. She had looked around in the other ones, but she just didn't want anything to happen to her in the one that was supposed to be her home. She was taking everything in, and she felt like one of the tourists she used to see in good old NYC. She noticed someone who looked suspiciously familiar, though he was too old to be who she thought he was. She paused for a moment, and thought what the hell, may as well go and try to see if he happens to be who she thinks he is.

funkmiracles

Otegine has never seen the ocean before. He had seen rivers and waterfalls but not the vast body of water people seem to be hyped about. The sea isn’t an ocean, he knows that, and he probably hasn’t seen the sea before as well, at least not the blue and relaxing kind, more like a sea of fire and most likely death.

Chilling atop of an abandoned building, Otegine sat on the edge of the roof. His feet dangling in the air, his trusty spear next to him, the flames from the neighboring burning buildings illuminated his features quite nicely but it can’t be said the same for his solemn eyes which quietly watched as riot and destruction wave through the streets below.  

The Yari hummed for a bit to himself then turned his head only to see that he wasn’t alone anymore.