#sakyuu

Little by little, she’s been spending more time outside now. She’s been taking care of herself and she’s touching her violin again. Not just carrying it around when she goes out, but finally actually playing it when she’s home. She’s made a couple of stops. One of the first stops being at the Church of Onoma for some sort of guidance and help. SOME kind of strength from whatever God or gods she believes in. She then made her way to grab something to eat. Ismael still hasn’t been eating well, but today, she’s gotten herself a cheese burger with a side of small fries and something to drink. While she doesn’t finish her food entirely and tosses it in the nearby bin, it’s a big progress to be eating. 

Now, she sits at Golden Wards many parks, the Netwalk. Watching these dogs run about certainly makes her feel a little lighter. Definitely makes that sickening feeling go down some. Ismael has her phone in her hands. She’s debating. DEBATING on who she should contact, because right this moment, she doesn’t feel like being alone. The dilemma is: she doesn’t want to be with someone who knows her. She doesn’t want Kyrie, Nero, Grimm, or whoever else who she’s spent more time with in her presence. Damn. Who CAN she just chill with? 

Badou is an option, but so is Ms. Okina...Or maybe even...

Ismael lowers her head, places her forehead against the cold surface of her cellphone. Maybe she can contact Dune? Yeah, maybe Dune. So, moving her head away so she can look at her screen, she’s about to text away.

{TO: DUNE}

{FROM: ISMAEL}

Hey, what’cha doin’?

But instead of hitting send, she deletes the message and tries again.

{TO: DUNE}

{FROM: ISMAEL}

Ayyyyooooo, it’s ya gooooooorll

And she once again deletes the message. 

“Jeezowheez....” She murmurs under her breath. Definitely not going well. Okay. One more time.

{TO: DUNE}

{FROM: ISMAEL}

Hey, I’m at the Netwalk. Was wondering if you were anywhere closeby?

Well, she’s honest on that. Seems the surge of human newcomers might gave her that reason. Narberal’s sitting on her bed at home.

To: Dune From: Nabe

- I guess i didn’t enjoy it. Only thing i do is talk to human till they leave me alone. Seems some of them were asking why they’re here.

It felt weird to suddenly have all his abilities come to him at once. To wake up in the middle of the night because his body was feeling tad bit achy, his back felt as if it were on fire had made Klaus step outside to get some fresh air. He didn’t want to wake his roommate for being loud if there was even a chance that he had been. 

Getting that fresh air certainly helps, he’ll admit. The cold crisp air plays as some kind of comfort to his aching burning body. 

It’s been an awful long time and while Klaus never was the type to use his abilities to showcase or much of anything for that matter, he’s decided to check and see if everything is the same. With holy fire at the palm of his hand, Klaus sighs and closes his hand into a light fist, causing that same holy fire to dissipate. It’s weird to have everything back. 

Quest: Split-Second Spirits!

Shut was making his way through Archimedes up to the Savior’s Respite, tying his hair back as he walked. The idea of these quests was rather...stupid, in concept. Yes, they broke up the monotony, but the set up was over-dramatic at best. Either way, he couldn’t be opposed for a chance to stretch his legs.

Besides, how bad could this be?

As he walked, he brushed up against a familiar face. One... he had mixed feelings on. Green eyes drifted to Dune as he looked the other over. Well, he supposed he couldn’t complain too much could he?

Being lost in Mistwood is one of her worries because she’s completely not familiar to the landscape. Nanao was unlucky to this ever since a stranger misdirect her here. She noticed someone so, hope he wasn’t bothered.

If she can sense someone’s abilities, Dune is something she can’t mess with.

❝you'd best find SOMEWHERE ELSE to pick at.❞ he growls, dragging a chest over creaking floorboards. pretty, sparkling jewelry within — in all regards PRACTICALLY useless, for without PROPER sustenance he may as well be dead. ❝unless you feast on gold, you may as well find better luck elsewhere.❞

She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t have a soft spot for the Cotes Ward; quite close to her Mitakihara, yet so far away still. It’d be foolish not to become a little bit more acquantiaced with the place she found herself in, wouldn’t it?

Oriko wondered whether there were more new faces around here (who were the natives of this place?), what’s a young girl to do when she’s brought to an unknown place, and with this empitness she carried within her.

Haugst Isle. 

If it was true that most places had seen better days, then this island was an exception to the rule. Dilapidated buildings and dirty side-paths took up most of her view, littered with broken glasses, wood-chips, and the occasional broken bone. Most of them were too large to have come from any birds or fish Nanami was familiar with. What little wilderness that existed on the outskirts was like a twisted parody of a forest- thorn-covered trees, cracked ground without a hint of grass, and a deafening silence that hung in the air. 

If thee was anything that disappointed Nanami the most since her arrival here, it was that it was too quiet. No signs of the GPU or anyone tied to the older man on the phone. She had come here to seek answers (along with tearing out a few throats) and so far there were no signs of life that hinted at either party having been on Haugst recently. She let out her umpteenth yawn for the past hour, wishing that something would jump out at her.

She soon received her wish, though it was more along the lines of something shooting past her. Her family’s heightened sense of awareness would have clued her in faster, so Nanami had to settle for jumping back suddenly at the sight of two objects soaring through the air- one was the remains of a sort of door. The other was... well, Nanami hadn’t seen any animal like it before, the thing crashing to the ground in a smoking heap. No animal she was familiar with had such twisted limbs or was covered in jagged shards of metal. And from where she stood, she could vaguely make out a shape that bore too close the resemblance to a man.

Her eyes left the creature- she could make out  scent wafting from it that smelled like rotten flesh -and faced the direction it had been propelled from. There was a gaping hole in the ground, a small series of metallic steps leading down into it. Before the idea of where the tunnel led could cross her mind, a head of yellow and greenish hair entered her view. Following its ascension up the stairs was an equally familiar white coat and pink, slug-like creature... along with many rasping snarls and growls from further below.