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      Oh, gracious. Lora has her hand clutched to her chest, looking around the city in some measure of awe and surprise. It’s not like she’s afraid, just a bit bewildered-- and she can’t feel her affinity link to Jin or Haze anymore. It’s not as if they’re far away, it’s as if they’re gone. So, maybe she is a little afraid, but not of the city. She’s mostly nervous about her Blades. 

     Well, she’s not going to get anywhere by looking around aimlessly. Maybe she can find out what kind of Titan this city is on...? Whatever it is, it’s certainly massive, considering the ocean goes on for as far as she can see. She’ll probably just ask the first person that passes by-- oh, how about him?

     Lora’s gaze settles on a... strange-looking person, but she’s been seeing much stranger since she came here, so she’ll refrain from commenting on it, lest she looks rude! She approaches, with a warm but tentative smile on her face.

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What the hell was up with that getup? Honestly speaking Renzou wasn’t one who cared much for how people dressed even though he did have his thoughts on people’s fashion sense sometimes (he just didn’t voice it out loud) but who in their right mind would wear a full on biker suit or whatever that thing was into a bookstore? Helmet and everything? You were bound to come off as a suspicious character, that much was for sure. 

This was none of his business. He shouldn’t comment. He should just mind himself and the magazine he was covertly reading. But wait, if this turned out to be a robbery, he would totally get involved and totally be placed in danger, wouldn’t he? That in itself seemed incredibly troublesome. Trying to come off as carefree as possible, he stuffed his porn magazine under his arm and stuck both hands in his trouser pockets, approaching the guy.

NeetGod posted:

SHE LOOKS GREAT I ACTUALLY CRIED

ME TOO like there was leaked stuff that I saw that might have been her and I was all eeeehhhhh

(closed starter for @protocopy​ ) With Fortunitea being closed out of respect for the lives lost on that terrible event: and for customers’s own safety if magical attacks like THAT were going to happen - he felt that looking into the clues available if it meant keeping certain people safe was key, though he had a sneaking suspicion already that there wouldn’t BE anything written about that ‘other group’ responsible here. Still, it was worth a try at least: he wanted to do something about it rather than sit around shell-shocked and horrified! Sitting around wouldn’t help anyone, and he most assuredly wished to use his knowledge to the best of ability - seeing as he couldn’t yet go off any clues from the ‘once a month’ secret app only certain folk of the city got access to and were not allowed to tell anyone of, the logical next step was the library. Flicking his gaze from one book to the other, the sight of...rather flashy color near the entrance almost distracted him, but not quite. He had more important things to do than be sidelined by just another passer-by, trying to read: but they were making so much noise that it was impossible to read at all. Couldn’t they read the ‘no talking’ sign the library CLEARLY put up for the cases of too much noise? He gave a silent, questioning glare from the table he sat, wondering if he was imagining someone so...loudly obnoxious. Maybe if he just stared long enough, they’d get the point and be a little quieter.

Wow, bread! He’s had bread before. Well. “Bread.” The Bunker had a machine that 3D-printed stuff that resembled food, contained all the same nutrients and was in roughly the same shape, but 9S had always found it more akin to biting into a piece of styrofoam (which he’d done before, so he knew what he was talking about then it came to comparisons).