#murderousmorality

Things did not appear to have changed much in the city during her leave; a few shops had opened and closed, new faces continued to flock the streets. It was both a relief and source of stress. How long had it been? It was far too difficult to tell at first glance. Dlanor roamed the ever-familiar streets, eyes taking in every minor change they could detect. To remain up-to-date would surely be useful. 

Something, or rather someone, caught her attention then. Dlanor had hoped that there would be someone she knew still around, though it was nothing but wishful thinking. And yet, there seemed to be someone. Eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a girl, a few years older than herself, entered her field of vision. The angel had very few people she could call close friends, and certainly none within this realm quite fit the category, yet there were those she had pleasant encounters with. This just so happened to be one.

The other self looks around as she doesn't understand the bright lights and large buildings that are around this place. It has been several years since she was around anyone that  was human. Anyone that had actual emotions like she did. She wasn't exactly expecting to see another being there. Was there lots of people in this place? Of course there had to be, but he hadn't expected to see any at all. Especially since she had no idea where she was, so how could other people know where they were in this place?

“... I eat hu- ... never mind.” 

♥« Yeah, there’s no way she could have come over here out of nowhere then got stuck. Still this place looks very interesting and funny. While she was walking, looking around, Koishi already got lost but that doesn’t matter! what matters is that she’s enjoying this weird looking place. »♥

 “Hey, hey! yes you! can I ask you what kind of place is this?” 

“Peon! Give Desco all your money so she can buy some candy!”

“How nice it is to see a familiar face.” 

The words were spoken gently, soft footsteps tapping against the ground as she made her slow approach. At a reasonable distance, Miike stopped and waved at the blue-haired girl, taking a moment to observe. Long hair, an ever present smile and a pair of thick eyebrows she wished she could swipe at... Ryoko. That was her name, wasn’t it?

“Do you remember me? It was quite some time ago... and I doubt I left much of an impression, so I won’t be glum if you do not.” She kept to herself mostly; she doubted that many people would recognize her.

“ You dropped this. “ 

✴: » Holding a pocket knife by the handle would Arnath effortlessly flip it through the air before grabbing it by just the end of the blade, holding the handle out to the girl. She wasn’t too surprised to see her have the thing really, just impressed that someone would go to the effort to protect themselves. It showed a lot of care and concern. Kind of shoddy just because of the size of the knife, though.