#knymirror

Roseate orbs flitted quickly from corner to corner. The young soldier was looking for people, anyone, in this empty town. She’d been wandering around for the past half hour, raising more questions than answers as she searched for her apartment. None of the buildings seemed to be occupied. How could that be? At that moment, she set her eyes upon a house with the front door half open. Was that a potential sign of life? Were there other humans here as well? She had yet to meet another. What more could Shinoa do then enter the house? She obviously had no other choice.

While strolling through the streets, the young sergeant found it quite odd that it was...perfectly quiet and still. Not a single sound from nature or from the city was uttered. It was as if the entire vicinity had been frozen silent. And there was practically nobody around. Except that one girl standing alone near the canal. Why not break the silence? While she was at it, maybe she’d find more info on this strange city.

“It’s a bit quiet here, isn’t it?”

— [ ✗ ] — In a remarkably casual fashion, she waves her ax, watching it pass through a mirage. She's been watching these shadowy figures intently, as if she's had nothing better to do. Oh, yes, she could panic and fret, but what use would she be if she worried. It isn't as if she's weak or anything.

— [ ✗ ] — She looks inside one of the houses and it is empty and alone. A thin layer of dust covers the tables and chairs, suggest abandonment, though only recently so. Objects stand where they shouldn't, plates left out on tables, chairs sticking out at awkward angles. It is lonely. Like her.

But, the other city changes things. The daily routine set in her life eliminates itself, as she is presented with a near familiar situation. She's been thrown into another world before, with Sylvarant mirroring Tethe'alla. But, is this the same? Or different? Her head is spinning.

Even so, despite her aforementioned confusion over the affair, Presea feels as if she has a slight advantage compared to other newcomers. There is a certain look to these people, walking about like chickens with their heads cut off. Presea is pleased that she can at least theorize on what this mirage city is all about, though a quick glance at another suggests that she's not alone on this.

Huh.

— [ ✗ ] — ❝This city is so lonely. Why is it so empty?❞

Footsteps approach and it seems like Presea's statement has been heard. She twists around, fingers tightening her ax handle briefly. At lightning speed, she sizes up the other female, loosening her grip on the weapon and delivering a quick nod.

— [ ☂ ] — Kogasa yawns. Hot nights yield to hotter days which yield to cooler, but still warm nights. The cycle repeats and repeats itself, leaving the youkai unable to sleep a wink. A never ending week of heat. And for what? This stupid mirrored city to show up?!

Filled with unrighteous indignation, her digits clench tightly, as does her chest. The heat takes its toll on the sleep deprived tsukumogami as her measured steps stomp through the city. The strangeness of this situation depletes herself from cheer, yet, in her mismatched eyes, there flickers a glimmer of hope.

— [ ☂ ] — ❝Aughhh... It's like a ghost town in here!❞

She, embarrassingly enough, manages a shiver through her spooky bones, as she waves a hand through a ghastly mirage. She's already attempted to barge into homes and shops, yet with no results except for achy limbs.

❝Hnnnh, maybe I could use this to my advantage! Yeah! I bet everyone here is already on edge! Bet I could scare the whole lot of them!❞