#reversedpsync

While trying to get her bearings was undoubtedly important, Mizuki's little self-tour of the other wards was dropped immediately upon spotting a familiar all-black ensemble down the street, with orange and white accents making it all the more evident who it was. Still, Aiba couldn't zoom in to confirm with absolute certainty who it was, and she didn't want to wind up with her foot in her mouth in case she was wrong. She wouldn't call out to him until a little over halfway through the dash she'd taken off on, when she was dead certain it was him.

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                          lights flickered and danced to eerie effect : on , off , on , off . cut wires hung from a torn hole in the ceiling , mimicking a chandelier’s elegance and firework’s awe . it was a beast’s formal ball , only they lost track of the guest of honor .

                                            “ at this rate we’ll be cornered . “

" Um... were we supposed to pick specific direction...? "

They didn't mention anything about that - Eiden already answers the question in his head. The silence around them is making him a little nervous. Something has made people to leave this apparent space station behind and Eiden doesn't know if he wants to know what it is. It could be just their captor 's tricks anyway but with how the annotation sounded.... Eiden doesn't know.

They've walked past all sorts of machinery eaten away by the time. They've even went past dead vending machines, Eiden even tried to kick one but nothing seems to come out. It seems like the door mechanisms still work, for most part. Some of them creak and stall a little, making Eiden hope they won't ever get stuck somewhere thanks to one.

" Well, whatever uh... "

✲ "Umm..." Marcille seemed to be at a loss for words. Did he not see it? Was she the only one who could see it? No one else around her was reacting to it, but it was definitely there!

'LEON! HELP!!!'

"Shit!" Leon runs in the direction of Ashley's voice... damn this mist...! He can't see well enough to get a clear shot. She's been carried off by one of those cultists that came out of the fog, but he can't risk her getting caught in the crossfire...

When he nearly runs straight into someone, he nearly shoots, thinking it's another cultist, but...

"Ryuki!" He quickly lowers his gun. Ryuki's in law enforcement, isn't he? Maybe...

Welcome to chilly Isola Radiale, Tama!

You will be housed in Ryuki's AI-Ball! So comfy! So AI!

You will have defaulted to your AI-Ball state, but retain the ability to use your humanoid form for up to thirty minutes per day.

Enjoy your stay!

God he was sick of waking up in unfamiliar places. BUT, on the bright side, he still remembered his name this time, and the face he'd seen in the mirror was one he could place. Handsome one at that haha. Wait no, focus. A fruitless walk through the ward yielded a single lead, in the form of a familiar shouted catchphrase that had to be coming out of a specific individual. One who always had his sleeves pulled up just shy of having sweater paws, a guy who couldn't handle his liquor but tried anyways (admirable), someone he assumed watches anime in his free time (or at least used to).

Turn a corner and nice. There was half might himself.

"Hey, you. Ryuki?" It would be so awkward if it wasn't him, he thought while walking right up to him. But the closer he got, the more confident he was. Oh perfect. It is him. Now. "Punch me if we're dreaming, but where the hell are we."

Wait no. Greetings first.