#scarletperceptions

“You seem to have a better grasp on this city than I do.” Weiss said with a soft sigh. She was only just now getting the hang of Hive and what was in it. This stranger seemed to be a bit more... used to what was going on. Like she’d been here a while- though Weiss couldn’t tell if it was as long as Blake had been here, or perhaps even longer.

She wouldn’t probe just yet, though.

If you were to ask her, she’d have told you it was panning out to be a pretty good, uneventful weekend. Miku was on her way back home from a local cafe in Sector Five, a large mocha coffee drink in hand. Though the actual caffeine effect was lost on her, she quite enjoyed the sweetness she was able to derive from it.

And suffice to say, this drink definitely fulfilled the sugar department ( unsurprising, considering she requested several extra pumps of chocolate syrup into the thing ).

Carefully weaving past the other pedestrians, she was sipping her drink through her straw all the wayー until suddenly she wasn’t. Something had gotten stuck in the straw. A clump of chocolate, maybe? Continuing to walk, she curiously opened the lid to her drink, trying to figure out what was stopping herー

Wham!

An overzealous passerby brushed right by her, obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. Though the impact itself was minimal, it was enough to send her careening off balance...

And right into a particular blue haired girl, spilling the contents of her sticky drink all over herself and the poor stranger. Whoops.

The celestial is the only other person I know that’s shorter than me. Admittedly, it’s kind of a confidence boost, but I guess it doesn’t really mean much when the person in question has an ego ten miles tall and an attitude that could grind a boulder down to dust in a day. Normally, I’d consider asking her to fight, but... well, we’re here. At least, I don’t think she’s got anything on me here yet, but things can change in the city pretty fast.

There she goes, talking about something or other in Heaven again. It all sounds awfully hypocritical sometimes -- didn’t she get kicked out? temporarily? for something? -- and I never really listen all that closely anyway. I suppose she might have some interesting things to say if she wasn’t always going on about how much better she is than the rest of us. Maybe people would like her more, too.

Oh, well. Maybe I’ll grab her some dinner too, if she can shut up anytime today. It’s not like I have anything better to do lately.

[They fight.]

An odd question, but nothing her expression gives away whether it was a joke or not. Dark eyes slide from the colorfully dressed girl to the sign she had been examining, if but for a moment. The foggy depths lurks beneath their feet, miles under layers of concrete and foundation, but she wonders: has the other ever been there?

“I hear people disappear down there and never return...it sounds dangerous. But those could only be rumours, right?”

         IT IS THE SLIGHTEST GLIMPSE of crimson which halts the clicking heels atop paved walkways. intrigue glistens in the briefest moment, akin to a child who has seen something brand new for the first time in their life. perhaps, in this very moment, it is something indeed to be marveled at how she leans forward without concern toward the stranger and their space. carefully so, pulling back with ease as she tucks a hand behind her back with a pleasant smile.

Haru isn’t sure what to make of this place. She understood what the scientists said, but aside from the panic starting to set in, her own understanding of reality wanted to suggest otherwise. Could she possibly be in the metaverse? Was there another universe that was similar to it, that even none of the thieves were aware of? Was she simply dreaming? She still has so many questions, but, for now, she figures she should do as they say and make her way to her apartment. She’s not quite sure how to get there, though, and since she would rather avoid the risk of getting lost here, she decides to approach a girl with a colorful outfit for directions.