#spiralknigit

[From: mARJI]

Minding her own business, Kagero’s merely playing with one of her ‘weapons’ which was a fidget spinner. She had tried throwing them like a throwing star but the weight was a bit heavy for one. It’s no laughing matter. IT was her actual weapon that the gods in this island gave her that merely she’s nothing but a trendful joke. That is where she gets her attention to him.

Upon the back of a discarded pizza box, he writes.

[We need name suggestions. Anything involving Stardust is off limits. Team Fisticuffs?]

Miku watches from the safety of her room, expression wracked with concern as she peers out at the terrible weather through her window.

And as she watches the snow fall, movement among the white backdrop caught her attention. Somebody was wading through it towards the building. They weren’t very tall, but they were very familiar.

Immediately, she unlatches her window and pulls it open, leaning forward to call out to the small knight.

“Ixtharion!” She yells, hoping to be heard over the howling of the wind. “Is that you?!”

          It's late at night. Very late. Perhaps the others in A-3 would’ve noticed what sounded like a small cry coming from one of the bedrooms, something that sounded like terror. Perhaps they wouldn’t have.

          He can’t think. He can’t think and he’s scared and he isn’t entirely sure where he is and he feels so much and can’t handle it. His best friend doesn’t live here, his dog is back in its pokeball, so his brain latches onto one singular piece of safety.

          Ix’s Christmas gift had been a very large bed, too large for one small person, so very late at night a trembling figure in a too-large t-shirt and shorts curls up at the foot of it like a frightened cat.

Thoughts of that broken mirror and chair remain with her. Even now, as she flies through the city, aiming to remove herself from such destruction, she racks her head trying to figure out any common links with her strange behavior. It’s all uncharacteristic for her -- this, she’s well aware -- and it’s leaving her no less than anxious.

She continues, going as far as she can go, that is, until her inattention leads her in the direct path of someone else. While she very narrowly misses the other, this reality doesn’t do much to calm her already rattled nerves.

“Please-- please!” Thus begins a small bit of loud lecturing on her part.

“Pay attention to where you’re going!”

“Everything here seems so.. Sleek and metallic. I have never seen structures this elegant before.“

It was only natural for people to get worked up after a disaster, it was to be expected. However, making a mob wasn’t. Jenny couldn’t believe how stupid everyone was being - instead of helping out anyone in trouble they were yelling about some Nightmare Knight. 

“Stop it! We have more important things to do right now!” If he was the culprit, it would be for heroes like her to stop him and later, not a bunch of civilians right now. She dropped from the sky, landing in front of one mob group with her arms outstretched, attempting to stop them. She opened her mouth to say more, to try convincing them to calm down and help those who were hurt, when they very unceremoniously slammed her against broken rubble and continued marching after whoever they thought they were after.