#toadallyfine

“Why are we here you ask? Well, I could simply teach my students archaeology, but don’t you think it would be better for them to see it firsthand?” The professor hums, pushing a rock out of the way with her foot. They were at the entrance to an area of ruins that she had claimed that she never stood foot in before. This had been a lie and she had scouted it beforehand to see if it would be a good fit for her experiment, of which Pimple was unfortunately and unknowingly the subject. 

“It shouldn’t take long at all. Nobody explores out here except history fanatics like me. There are bound to be plenty of treasures as we descend.” She said this nonchalantly, handing Pimple a large stick with fabric wrapped around the top which she lit with a small lighter. She had one for herself as well. Sure she had light magic and a backup flashlight in her bag. The professor merely found it a bit more unsettling to carry these into the darkness, which was part of the plan. Raine took a few steps forward into the crumbling structure and turned her head to look back at her companion.

Juno sat in the same seat she usually did, her soul under the bar table. She wondered what her master would say, treating Makina like it was just some toy. She wasn’t exactly a samurai, but she remembered what she was told: a samurai’s sword is their soul incarnate. Disrespect of Makina is disrespectful to yourself.

initial surprise calmed, the worry still filled them to the brink of not knowing what to do. they knew for a fact that they were not human, but anything that made them not be so was currently taken from them, any proof of its existence throughout the centuries only stored within their memory and nothing to assure them that they were really who their memory claimed them to be. already possessing nothing but a borrowed form, they had no real claims to existence.

honestly they had pondered for a moment: if anything to set them apart from a human being had been taken from them, did that also apply to their undying nature? if everyone they loved and cared about could no longer be with them, was there even any point to things? but they had quickly shrugged off such thoughts, partly from the gnawing hunger in their stomach, signalling that they had only recently taken on this form.

Juno has been at this beach for hours. It’s been the same shit the whole day; the cool sea breeze, polluted by her cigarette smoke. The sun getting closer and closer to dipping under the horizon. Makina in the sand, propped up around the bodies of used smokes. “So much for being consistent to quitting,” Juno grumbles, as she pulls out her phone. She fiddles through her notes, and finds one filled with tally marks titled “Days Without Cigs”. She counts them: two months. Figures. She sighs, and deletes every single tally.

She knew waiting was pointless, too. Chronolium was too peaceful. No one wants a fight here. Nothing ever happens. She knew she was a fool to expect people to take the bait.

An exceptionally large presence approached her, and the graveyard of cigarette ashes in the sand. She knew that presence.

Finding her way around the new environment was hard enough, with the message about why she was here weighing heavily on her mind. It was of little surprise that she finds her way to the city’s beach; a chance to stare out at the water would do her mind some good.

She even steps a touch out of her comfort zone; stopping next to a complete stranger; seemingly here to do exactly the same.

Welcome to The Chronolium, Pimple.

Techno Solar has sponsored you, and you awaken in TS-05.

Stay safe, and make yourself at home.