#onewayvector

    “See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

the world she comes from is a destroyed barren wasteland slowly rebuilding itself after the damage caused from the biological catastrophe and mass scale warfare. they had little place for luxuries as the necessities to sustain life was barely in place. this world... is the complete opposite. she’s still yet to explore this vast place, still yet to see every nook and cranny. she’s been amazed at what she’s seen so far, each place had this different personality, different life to it, to the point where it’s almost unreal. how can this place be so vast, be so lively? she’s never seen somewhere like this before where she’s from. she’s barely come from a world of peace.

pocky day. 

she stares at the sign that writes those words boldly for everyone to see. what the heck is pocky day, she wonders to herself. she’s never heard of pocky, much less heard about a day dedicated to pocky. but it seems like because of that day, the snack named “pocky” had massive sales. some flavors cheaper than others. there are also “friends of pocky” that are on sale, something named “pejoy” she heard some comment are better than pocky. she tilts her head, before checking her phone to see if she had any money remaining. and, much to her delight, there is a small balance that seemed more than enough to buy a satisfactory supply of these snacks. 

unfortunately, all of the samples that little tokyo had been giving up had been withdrawn upon news that the “sample stealing, gun wielding young girl had arrived”, so sop ii couldn’t try it before purchasing.

“hey mister!” she randomly asks a white haired male who had been standing nearby. she pokes his shoulder, “are these any good? i’ve never had pocky before.” 

reserved!

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 223!

You’ll retain all unlocked powers and abilities!

Enjoy!

          WRAITHS LINGER STILL WITHIN THE areas surrounding the blocks leading to her home. nuisances, much like all else that once hindered her in the days of ensuing chaos back home. yet these are nothing like those of lowly chains which unfortunate contractors were enticed to, let alone those which they must uphold their duty for in the safeguarding the abyss. little is known about them all, though she is aware of their more irksome trait when it came to their claws making contact, much to the chagrin of one of her throwing daggers dissolving once caught. thankfully, however, her contractee remained in tact, having pounced upon an unsuspecting wraith whilst shredding it into nonexistence. ❝ Leon! Remember, okaaay? Don’t let those claws touch you, it’ll end badly for you, ❞ a kittenish chide toward her beloved chain to the dangers which might befall him were he to get captured, a gentle grunt from the crowned lion himself in response to her concerns.

          roseate hues narrow thereafter, hearkening the sound of an approaching entity. though undoubtedly not an original wraith, the dangers of someone who has turned still lingers in the back of her mind. fingers twitch, chilled metal sliding down with ease into her grasp. and, with one swift turn, does she intend to drive the blade into the threat that might pose against her. ah, were it truly a threat at all, eyes widening in surprise as her muscles freeze in place before following completely through with the attack itself.

          DARKNESS OBSCURES THE LIVING ROOM in the dimly lit hours, eventide having swept through the city hours prior to her arrival home. for once, the carmine cloaked woman is capable of examining the interior of the structure, noting that much was left in tact than shifted from what she recollects of her last stay. even so, it is the very notion that it was well kept which settles a warmth within her upon observing, how that man has bothered himself to remain faithful to their lodging despite her prolonged absence. ❝ Such a foolish boy indeed, ❞ she murmurs, affection latching to each word whilst crimson heels click gently out of her room.

          gloved digits trail along the wooden door frame in idle thought, unaware of how much she genuinely missed this peculiar city... until the sound of the entrance lodges itself open, alerting the woman well to another entering. were it not the blonde she had happened upon before, only one other remained that she could think of, lips curling into that of a smile in turn. ❝ It’s late, you knooow! Isn’t it passed your curfew by now? ❞ teasingly stated, she is certain that the esper would know exactly who such playful words would belong to if he hadn’t noted her presence just yet.