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What the hell was going on in this city? He asked himself constantly, as one minute he was standing in the middle of a place surrounded by debris and probably pieces of broken glass, but the next he was... back home? 

More specifically, on the rooftop of his home, holding a guitar with his mouth slightly opened, as if he was about to sing out in a song. He blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

Wasn’t this when he was going to sing on the rooftop before a cat came in and scared him, causing him to tumble off? Ah, well. He was here already, he might as well. With a small smile on his lips, he tapped his guitar with the tips of his fingers, closing his fingers as he took in a deep breath.

Admittedly, it felt nice to be back home, he supposed. He loudly tapped his fingers against the side of guitar in a rhythmical fashion, taking in a deep breath before finally exclaiming: “One, two, one, two, three, four-”

meow!

He knew it! Although he was expecting it, it still startled him enough to let out a high screech, tumbling forward off of the roof and landed on the ground face down. He was expecting it, but damn, he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt... Karamatsu sat up on the floor, reaching a hand up to his face. If this was something he would’ve gone through before, his nose must’ve been bleeding and there must’ve been a few scratches on his face.

He wiped a hand across his cheeks, looking down at his hands. Ah, there it was! A small hint of blood. Just to add salt to the injury, the guitar that had fallen down shortly after him hit him directly on the head, causing him to hold the back of his head with a yelp of defeat. 

@truemansamejima

She’s turning into a monster.

Well, some may quibble over the title of ‘monster’. Technically, it’s a Process, a robot of varying degrees of sentience. But even if her memories of the last time she was Processed are fuzzy, it isn’t an experience she wants to repeat. Unfortunately, she may not have a choice.

“Where- where is- aaah, my head....”

Memories from the first time she was Processed fill her mind. Clutching at her head, she collapses against the side of a building. She has to keep it together, she has to fight to keep herself sane-

She cannot.

When Sybil comes to, she’s barely recognizable as herself. Not only is she looking... well, not quite herself, but her regal and controlled demeanor is gone. In its place, raw emotion. It seems like there’s nothing to do but cry, and so that’s what she does- until she notices a young man looking at hear with an expression that she doesn’t have the focus to read.

[The city was in chaos. Everyone yelling about this disease, with people indiscriminately attacking those who were thought of harboring the illness. This wasn’t okay. Koromaru could only do so much as a dog.]

[Still, he tried his best to keep people at bay. If worst came to worst, he could call on Cerberus. Until then, he had only his canine appendages to help him through.]

[The chaos was a bit infectious in and of itself, however. With all that was going on, Koromaru had no idea who friend or foe was. Anyone loud and making a ruckus would be subject to his bite. Even a redheaded manly demon (who may or may not look like himself) who was probably doing his best to help people out.]

    ♚ } The day was very exhausting. So ,much stress isn’t suitable for a queen. A queen? Is she a queen? No she isn't but her name means queen, so was it wrong to live in her own little world for once in a while? There was no one who could blame her for it, right? "Hau~ ––" happily , she dances in steps. charisma surrounds the girl as she makes way inside a cafe in the shopping district. 

It's been a while since she decided to enjoy a good cup of tea. But today she felt like swallowing the sweet taste of it. She was done treasure hunting at the junkyard. Now she had all time in the world to take a little break. Actually she sits down atone of the tables and puts her bag down next to her side. Checking the map to see what kind of tea she should order.

[☢]  The fact that this boy signed up for willing body experimentation makes the Shadow suspect he is either very smart, or else very dull. There's a possible in-between but the Shadow prefers absolutes, because science is absolute, because what she wants is also absolute.

Shadows should know all about shades of things, but sometimes she pretends to be ignorant.

"So," says the Shadow of Naoto as she prowls around the edge of her table. An eyebrow arches up, golden eyes bright with amusement. "You are aware that by offering yourself to me for experimentation...you are willing to except some changes to who or what you are?"

The Shadow brings a long sleeve to her chin. The lighting of her laboratory is eerily dim at the moment.