#rin 01

The moment he received the message from Yuuko to meet her in their usual park, Watanuki had a feeling in the back of his gut that the first snowy day of the year was going to be much more irritating than he originally anticipated. Though the scenery of winter was peaceful; white blanketing everything it touched, his day off from work suddenly was not that anymore. Instead of being able to enjoy time away from the shop, not having to worry about doing chores or cooking, the boy now found himself standing in the freezing winter with his boss, and the most annoying person in his life. And for some reason, Yuuko expect them both to--

“Play in the snow?! At our age?!”

Probably for her own enjoyment and entertainment, the woman had tasked both Doumeki and Watanuki with building snowmen. Despite his confusion and protests, it didn’t seem like either of them would be getting out of the situation that easily; Watanuki only going along with it at the thought of Himawari maybe seeing what he had made, and being happy with it! Though the cold nipped at his skin, colouring the tip of his nose and his cheeks with red, the boy still sat in the chilly substance; gloved hands moving and smoothing out the snow to create what he had set in his mind.

Though, his attention seemed to deviate for a moment as he heard steps approaching him; at first thinking it was his employer checking on his progress.. but despite the long, dark silky hair that fell past her shoulders, Watanuki’s gaze soon told him that this was a very different person than Yuuko.

“.. eh?”

It was.. a girl, who he had never seen before; he couldn’t even remember there being anyone else in this park besides the three of them. When.. had she gotten there? .. and how long had she been watching him?

At first, Gakupo thought his mind was playing a potentially cruel joke on him when he spotted an ever familiar white bow poking out within a busy crowd. After all, he had been too certain that he had ended up alone in this strange place. The idea of running into someone close to him hadn’t occurred to him in the least, despite the hope that lingered in his heart that he would. 

"Rin-chan...?” Was it really her? Or were his subconscious wishes causing him to see things that weren’t really there. It wouldn’t be the first time that such an occurrence happened to him, so he had every reason to doubt himself. 

'Only one way to be certain...' Carefully he shifted his way through the crowd, taking care to avoid pushing or bumping into other people. Once he got close enough, he knew it had to be her, the 02 on her arm was more than a dead giveaway and the only bit of confirmation that he really needed. “Rin-chan!!” 

As well as being well and truly lost, Yuuri was still living his reality-nightmare but this time he found himself in another strange area where literal glitter was raining down from the sky. All he could do was stare upward in disbelief, thankful that his glasses protected his eyes somewhat from the descending glitter… though of course, that didn’t last too long when a small piece of pink glitter found its way into his eye.

Road looked around the unfamiliar city.  She had been wandering around for a while now just hoping to find somebody she recognized. After hours of futile searching she’d developed a bit of an appetite, but with no money and no idea where she was Road was in a bit of a predicament.

She went up to the person closest to her and tapped him on the back twice.

[honestly, this place has outdone itself. it’s like the lights at Christmastime, or the light gardens in some areas of Japan that he hasn’t visited in a very long time. he’s just been ambling, honestly-- following the pathways, drifting slowly through and taking it all in, the lights reflecting off his bare shoulders and collarbones and catching in his hair.]

[the lack of light is good for his sensitive eyes, actually, and it means that in the deepening dusk, he can turn his eyes up to the sky and see the summer constellations, just fading in. it’s early yet for anybody to be here, in the stargazing pavilion, and that means he’s got it all to himself.]

[or, he thought he did. there’s a click of boots behind him, and he blinks and and drops his eyes to the source of the sound, half-turning. oh, those are some very nice boots, high-polished, and his eyes travel upwards a bit distractedly til they settle on your face, where recognition dawns along with a small smile.] Ah-- Makoto-san’s friend. [inclining his head.] M-- Matsuoka-san, right?

        「 ♔ 」Unusual people seemed very common in the streets of her new home, and while never one to judge after the many things she had seen in dungeons and her world both, it still struck her as odd. The fact that they could pull so many people, from so many worlds, it was almost impossible. In actuality, such a thing should have been impossible, but apparently the masterminds behind it enjoyed breaking such a boundary in favor of satisfying their obvious need to complete their experiment.

        But, that didn't help the fact that Scheherazade felt utterly out of place here.

        Already she had become confused at simple things people often took for granted, like traffic lights and cars, but newfound confusion lingered on the object in a girl's hand. It was rectangular and the front of it was lit up, her finger tapping away at it for one reason or another. Whatever it was doing, the Magi had no idea, but it was an understatement to say she wasn't in the slightest bit interested. After all, if she was to live in this land for however long she was to be trapped here and not the Sacred Palace, adapting was probably very important to her survival-- even if she was already technically dead.