#placides

This certainly had to be what being completely and utterly under the effects of some sort of odorless drug. The Cotes Fantasci Ward was every bit fantastical and ridiculous to a new comer like L.L..

For example.

"Is that cat... walking on it's back legs."

Huh.

To walk these halls, in such ghoulish state, was disconcerting — greater still with the knowledge that Novum Chaldea would not yet return to reclaim what was captured and the correct course for humanity with it. Until that day, all within this mountain would remain frozen in time, perfectly preserved until whatever wretched scheme its Director resumed turning. there stood no discernible reason as to why she was here, at a time when humanity's best chance remained locked out, and she'd no part on the front-lines in their fight thus far. One of few whom had not been Marisbury Animusphere's instrument.

As such, she was expected the lone activity in the base, with all other captive to their role — and yet, a shadow ran the wall visible about the next right. Might it be the final Apostle? A glare traced the shape, Excalibur blazing to life by her side — if there were one here who opposed Novum, then she would deal with them appropriately. Near to the bend, her movements were as hush as possible, and only once at the brink did she round at speed—

There was no such threat. In fact, the identity was that of a girl peering into the abandoned rooms of Servants with curiosity — until it was Saber's sudden appearance had taken her by surprise. A tad taken aback herself, the knight's posture relaxed, the glow of her holy sword dimming. "—...My apologies for startling you. I had not anticipated anyone else being here".

"hey! get your own cave hideout!!"

normally, denji's bias for women would have him be more inviting. but he's not really in the mood right now.

This house is neither a tunnel nor a salvaged structure. The closest comparison Zazie has are the larger human cities, but this has none of the neon or overcrowding of July. After their initial exploration, which didn't take very long, Zazie didn't spend much time in their assigned house, only stopping by for food as needed.

On one such food run, they stop, seeing a human girl also in their house. Right, other people live here too. Their spy bug comes over, flying around Shouko's head, while Zazie stands a few feet away, head tilted.

💛 💜 ❤️ || how ANNOYING, the alternate satori thinks, mood soured by this whole affair. she was not once COERCED into cooperating, but just because she chose to help did not mean that she had to like it. there's so much writing for her to tend to, and while she's undoubtedly thrilled that this is a prime OPPORTUNITY for material on her next bestseller, she can't very well take notes and aid in the fight at the SAME time. 

notebook falls in a narrow crevasse created by the remains of a recent attack. scoured stones making her footsteps UNEVEN and clunky. satori mumbles, a hiss exhaled between her lips. she crouches down, floundering at the gap, but no matter how far she stretches, she cannot grab the fallen object without putting down her gun. and THAT thing, however troublesome it may be, is just as IMPORTANT. 

DESPERATE eyes single out a nearby teenager followed by a wave of the hand. she points downwards at the gap by her feet. eyes trailing on the enemy stragglers in the distance. ❝i cannot leave without my notebook. can you GRAB it? i'll fight them off.❞

       “ wait. ” kharza’s voice was deep and gravelly as the young woman passed by. most likely, they hadn’t been noticed from their comfortable, shady resting spot in the alley as the sun began to set. ( they weren’t attempting to hide, really - but they tended to be overlooked by people despite their size. a blessing of nocturnal, they supposed. ) in the low light, their eyes faintly glowed, and they bent down for a moment to pick up something near their feet. a notebook or journal of some sort, they assumed. 

"N... Nice, ah... Nice ride we're having, huh?"

Actually, there wasn't that much nice about it. The bus had trouble trudging through the heavy snow, but at least it beat walking.

Alphys fidgets with her claws, hoping she'll arrive at her stop before too long.