#specialrobotboy

Coming to a halt outside of Cinderella Cinema, Yusuke was at a bit of an impasse.

Not only was he sure about to see a movie by himself like the true, pathetic, lonely, sad little person people probably think he is when he buys that ticket for one.. But also..........

“..I’ve never heard of any of these titles..”

After his previous talk with Kiibo, where he had told Ryoma ‘not to worry’ about this city, the last thing he’d expected was to receive a letter at his front door over how Kiibo had nearly died.

He should be used to it (frankly, he was), but it still didn’t sit right with him that in what seemed to be a genuine city that someone would go out of their way to try and kill Kiibo. On their trip to the hardware store no one, neither sheep nor person, had really seemed to mind their presence- a killer and a robot.

So why now, like this, all of a sudden..? Was it the Killing Game, after all?

It was odd, which is why, eventually, he got himself to go and visit this Ewesink Emporium where the letter said Kiibo was at, currently. Just by saying that he knew who Kiibo was, they actually had let him into the the store and into the back room. Huh. How trustworthy.

To, suprisingly, his relief, he spotted Kiibo there seemingly intact and functional.

Send ₪ for a Pokémon my muse would have on their team!

Well, you sent it thrice, so hope you wanted to see three Pokémon!

Weavile: They’re known for being devious Pokémon that work together in small groups to take down their prey in perfect coordination. Mila’s like that as well; as a rogue, she fulfills a vital spot in a party to take down larger opponents, but she can’t do so on her own. At the same time, if the group’s too large, she can’t do her job either. Weavile’s also use their own specific sets of symbols they use to communicate with eachother by carving them into rocks or tree trunks. Mila has a system just like that as well for within the guild, which she’d likely coordinate with her Weavile.

Zoroark: You’ve heard of “under cover of the night”, now get ready for “under cover of illusions”. The illusions that a Zoroark casts would be endlessly helpful to Mila, whether it is because she needs to distract someone to get somewhere, to flee from them, to rob them, to harm them, or worse. They don’t negate the fact Mila still has to do her job right, of course; but it makes it so much easier, if not a guaranteed success. While not quite the same as a Zoroark defending those it cares about, Mila too goes to extensive lengths to keep the things safe she wants to keep safe. Even if, at times, her reasons are a little bit more selfish.

When Spica had awoken in the city, the conclusion that he came to was that his transport had to be the work of magic. Whether it was the interference of the gods or something beyond that was yet to be solved, but...

Seeing the museum that the city offered, it served as an ideal way to understand the history and stories that the world was born on. Perhaps it would explain why his own magic was limited as well -- while the side-effects were still present, he couldn’t cast even a fourth of what he used to.

Now, seeing the Melody Museum in full, Spica could see why this place was predominant with sheep. Folklore, historic events, culture -- it was all formed from sheep, then branched off to adapt to other species. There was even a language they used (such as in the letter they gave him), that was surprisingly easy to pick up....

Ah? Now, that statue was different than the rest of the exhibit. The appearance of the structure before him was unlike anything he’s seen before, from the makeup to the carving style... 

Uhm. Did. Did it just.Talk?

No, he’s sure he only heard things! Spica searches to see if anyone else is occupied in this part of the museum, but truth be told, the place was pretty quiet to begin with, so...

Sitting still in his room while he waits to get a reply to the letter he wrote wasn’t going to solve any problems, nor would it answer any of his questions. He couldn’t help but wonder what this place was; and not only that, but also who else was here. Was it just him, or did his supposed classmates arrive here as well? How large was this place, and how did it function? No way to find out, other than going out there and seeing for himself.

And so, he went out in an attempt to answer the questions he had. At the very least, he was able to answer some with relative ease; this place was a lot larger than the Ultimate Academy, and the majority of this place was filled with sheep rather than people, and the people he did see were not all familiar faces. He did not recognise them as any of the people he was forced into the Killing Game with; would this then mean this was an actual city, to some extent?

He had actually started to assume no one he knew was around in this city, until he located a certain robot he did recognise on what he assumed was a shopping street.

“Kiibo... So you’re here too.”

🎁 - making gifts 

          she isn’t quite sure how long she’s been wandering the streets before something interesting catches her attention. or, rather, SOMEONE. angie cups her hands over her eyes to shield them from the sun to confirm her suspicions. yes─ that is absolutely, without a doubt, kiibo. kiibo, the unique robot boy from her old school and student council. she’s filled with gratitude and excitement upon seeing the familiar face.