#magicmusket

@magicmusket​

As important as it was to try to find a way out of this city and back home, there was something more important. Far more important. That was: her empty stomach. As hopeful as the sound of a growling stomach was, it clouded the owner’s mind. Especially Kazumi’s, who was now wondering the streets in a daze with her only thoughts being about her hunger. She might have not been starving to death or anything of the sort as she did eat a few hours prior, but she felt like she was.

Salvation seemed to be at hand when her nose caught a whiff of a wonderful sweet smell. Following the smell as if she was some sort of homing device, she came across a table of cakes. It was like sweet heaven! Without a second thought she grabbed a slice and gulped it down in a flash, a big smile crossed her face as she finished.

“Delicious!”

@magicmusket

Contempt flared up, but his self control was enough to make him take off upwards to escape it. Flying was less strange to passersby than him attacking whoever he found behind that incense. Arriving on a more tolerable street a few moments later, he touched down on the sidewalk and leaned back against a building. The violent impulse was gone now that he could breathe, but the contempt had seeped in.

And then there was that girl walking his direction: cute, gracious, around the age of most of the Precure. He could take it out on a girl that wasn’t one. She collided with someone else, whoever’s fault it was, and then helped them pick up all the things they dropped. That person hurried by, but she didn’t.

“Did that make you feel better about causing problems for someone else?”

“ Quite the defender of justice aren’t you?  “

Mocking tone tangles around his words as she looks at the girl that appeared as if out of nowhere. Between the two of them are two thugs, with weapons and all but Ogata’s barrel towards them. 

“ They started it you know? “

He pulls the bolt poking the cheek of one of the guys with the gun on the process, if he shoots from distance this short not even his eye can interfere.

“ Since you’re the defender of justice you understand right? It’s for greater good and all. “

“Dear me, you almost gave me a heart attack!” Whatever would I do if I were to die from this!? My life was quite valuable, even more so after being reincarnated. Holding a hand to my chest, my agitated heart would not stop -- it was unnerving how this girl dared existing, causing such a wreck with her presence along.

The reason? Well, I would immediately voice it out. This is for the sake of my survival.

I was wrong, wasn’t it? And yet...

Battle meme:

Battle Theme: SSJ Trunks Active Skill

Battle intro: “I return to little girls wielding great power..  Almost humiliating to witness.” 

Victory: “What can you save if you can’t strike down little old me..?”

Defeat: “..The abyss calls..”

Assist: “Be quick about it.”

Taunt: “I’ll be sure to pursue more headhunting after this..” 

Reacting to Taunt: “Confident.  Let’s see if your head will be as large removed from your shoulders.”

Tie: “..!!”

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“Excuse me, Miss? Is this seat open?” How she had found this tiny, hole in the wall type of cafe, Kanon didn’t quite remember anymore. But ever since she had found it a few weeks ago, she couldn’t help but keep coming back. It was the tea, freshly blended before your eyes and steeped just long enough, that held her fancy. Collecting tea leaves was a secret hobby of hers, and the blends this cafe sold pleased her greatly.

It was hard to find things that she could enjoy in this odd place. She cherished the interests she came across.

Send ‘GAME OVER’ to get a glimpse of one of the worse possible endings that can happen to my muse in their life.

“GAME OVER” <- @magicmusket​

       The world of the girl was a lonely place. 

       There she lived, by herself, with no other to accompany her (besides the coming-and-goings of the shopkeeper). 

       Her days were quiet, uneventful, yet she never questioned them. They had simply become her state of being. Get up, take a bath, eat, tinker with whatever random junk she could find, sleep, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. She remembered nothing of who she was, and so she had no reason to question this stagnant existence. Before she knew it, she had lost track of how many times she had done it. It seemed the eternal cycle would continue forever and ever...

       Until one day, ‘it’ appeared. Or rather, ‘he’ did. 

       A monitor she’d found one day had linked with someone. The person could only speak through limited words--unable to even share their name--yet they communicate their feelings to her directly. 

       They were both equally confused, yet over time, something formed between them. The warmth of ‘his’ thoughts... He awoke something in her. A feeling that broke the girl free from her stagnation, that made her question more of what was around her.

       Soon, they discovered that ‘he’ could help awaken her memories. And the long process of recovering them began... And should have completed.

       However...

       A week had passed since his last visit. Two weeks. A month. 

“He’ll come by soon, I’m sure...” 

       Two months. Three. The girl’s insistence with herself soon became a desperate plea. Each day, she would check the monitor, and each day she would get no response. 

       She left him voicemails, wondering if he would get them.

“I had that nightmare again... The one where it was dark, and I couldn’t see anyone or anything around me...”

       No response came.

Why hasn’t he come back yet? Did I do something wrong...? 

       Four months. Five. The girl’s sense of time was beginning to fade out again.

Please. Come back. Don’t leave me alone again...

       Months lost meaning. Years lost meaning. Time lost meaning. 

... Were you even here, to begin with...?

       In the end...

       The promised future would not come.

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