#starlightofdream

Just as Sai is about to leave Yokohoma for good next week. Another problem arises. And what was that problem? 

There were news reports of a big bird flying over the city and it’s trending in social media in Yokohoma today. There were images of it. Some said it’s some of preshistoric bird or a condor that came from Austrailia.

Sai is curious and wants to see what’s the hype about this bird in the question. When he sees the bird in a few images as he scrolls down his social menu while he’s packing his bags. It’s a demon bird that he recognized. Or rather a bird he doesn’t want to remember. 

Shrika. 

Sai grits his teeth and grips his smartphone, looking over tot he window. You have to got to be kidding me. Why is Shrika here of all places? Damn it. If she’s here....then...

He has to check to see if any articles of monsters came up in Japan or rather Yokohoma specifically. But he is also worried of how the ADA aka The Armed Detective Agency is going to respond to this.  If Shrika encounters them when she committed any crimes in her wake or selling those damned pills, it’s going to be a disaster. 

He needs to call in help. 

Phantasos shouted as she entered Byaku’s room. She did not care that he was working. “Since today is your birthday, you are not allowed to do any work. Come with me!” She didn’t even wait for him to reply and grab his hand to pull him to somewhere else. They left the room and entered in another room that was decorated human birthday decorations and a few specters were in the room. Some of the specters knew who Byaku was while some of them didn’t as they were standing there awkwardly. As soon as Byaku entered, they all shout, “Happy Birthday!” and the party began. There were presents on the table and food on the other table. Phantasos looked to Byaku with a smile.

“So do you like it? Now, tell me what is it that you want, you desire and I can give it to you in real life. You can ask for anything and it won’t be a dream.”

۞ ┊Byaku wasn't expecting anything for his birthday. In fact, in his past life, he never celebrated it due to the horrid living conditions he was in. So, instead, he treated the day as any other work day of the year.

In fact, he forgot it was his birthday. Ever since he turned into a Specter, he hadn't bothered to remember his birthday. Sometimes, he wouldn't realize it was his birthday until the last hour of the day.

That's why when Phantasos barged into the first Court with a bombastic "Happy Birthday!", the Necromancer jumped terribly enough to accidentally close the hefty tome with a thick 'thump!'

The white-haired Specter stared at the goddess with confusion etched on his face until she forbade him from doing any more work that day. "...what? What day is it--"

Unfortunately, Byaku was not allowed time to finish his question when he was dragged out. He was baffled and awkward when he had been dragged to a different section of the Underworld, led to a room of equally uncomfortable comrades who wished him a happy birthday in a loud but unenthusiastic way. But not like Byaku bothered to notice.

As the others were digging into the goodies that they had been eyeing for a long time already, Phantasos came up to the young specter and asked what he wished for.

@starlightofdream​​ {KNY Ember}~

“You don’t belong here.” How did a demon make it past her son? Kotoha didn’t know, but she supposed it didn’t matter. Maybe Inosuke allowed her through... Maybe she was coming to visit Douma for whatever reason. Kotoha didn’t want anyone to challenge her beloved to a fight for the title of Upper Moon Two, but if that’s what this demon girl was trying to do, she would definitely lose. 

The God of Sleep was silently drinking tea, something that is nothing new on his part, after all he is the type who appreciates silence and simple things....Something very strange for a God. — Darling,— he said simply smiling sideways, but would that be a good sign or not? — Perhaps I overlooked that some time ago you created erotic and vulgar dreams for certain people, even your uncle.

The more Nathaniel watched the strange cartoons on the TV, the less he understood. Perhaps that was his fault for not watching with subtitles, though he suspected that, even with the option, it would all be lost on him.

It was not her intention to end up alone. The specters’ ambush had separated her from the other two silver saints. Pavo Thea stumbled as she dodged another attack. Blocking another, she managed to find an opening and started running in a direction, hoping her fellow saints were not ahead of her.

She heard the sound of several pursuers gaining on her.  Breathing in sharply, spurred by their threats, Thea unleashed her cosmos. “Argos mati!”

A ghostly vintage of a large peacock appeared. It spread its tail, the eyes on each feather shining bright. The specters stopped as each of their minds were overcome by a hallucination.

Thea felt the effects as well. Yet, she kept running as her perception of the forest around her shifted. The branches twitched, morphing into gaunt hands that stretched out to grab her. Fallen trees in her path were now corpses, each one resembling someone she believed she knew but her mind could not place.

A distant scream behind her was enough distraction. Thea looked down to see one of the corpses’ raised arms shift back into an upturned root before it caught her foot, forcing her to lose her balance and tumble into the undergrowth. Hidden by leaves and tall grass, Thea froze and held her breath, fearing any sound would give her location away and she would die again.

‘Again?’ She thought, wondering why she felt so sure of that. Thea refused to dwell on it as she focused on listening to the specters, hearing them approach and pass her. After a natural silence returned to the forest around her, Thea got to her feet.

“How the hell do you manage all the unavoidable hiccups in your routine?”

“Huh...” Fisk mindlessly mumbled to herself, staring at the random door to the random area of a random building she managed to get into thanks to her capabilities along with yet another group of men trying to get her into some shady work. She is indeed a perfect candidate due to practically being a jane doe herself.

But that did not mean she wanted to be a part of it.

After everything she had been through thanks to him, she wanted to be able to uphold a normal, everyday life. Easier said than done as a homeless woman in Yokohama, out of all places, but still possible if she saved up enough over time to possibly get an apartment, or possibly even get a degree of some kind.

Even so, that didn’t matter at the moment.

She was moreso focused on the door before her, staring for the longest time as she noticed the letters on it. “Armed Detective Agency? Interesting...”

Perhaps she could be useful here, but she was also aware of the fact that it was easier said than done to get a job, all things considered.