as crimson cast upon the other, they linger in contemplation. though a former priest’s daughter, she’s forgotten most of her father’s teachings. it wasn’t because she never listened, it was more so a defense mechanism to drown out the memories of her family -- of her father’s rage. so when she crosses paths with a winged creature, one of the unholy nature no doubt, she doesn’t flinch. no, with years of witch hunting under her belt, it would take more than a vampire to faze her. instead, she approaches, almost as if mesmerized by the colorful crystals.

He really does need to learn to watch where he’s going. Still, skyscrapers are a marvel to him, and he just can’t help but look up. Normal reaction, right? Yet here he was, walking into someone. The normal thing would be to apologize, so he’d do so in his own way.

“Thanks for not falling over. Wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin’.”

Scratching the back of his head, he’d offer a sheepish smile.

What a brightly coloured individual, very standout even without the wings. But even as eye catching as she was, the visual attention paled to the scent. It was similar yet different to one she’d encountered in the city before but what set it apart was a quality quite unlike anything else.

There was the scent of iron too.

“Hello there, are those your wings? They’re very pretty.”

“Uuuurrrrraaaaahhhh!” Came another growl of frustration, and the girl shook the phone in her hand as if to punish it for doing something wrong.

“How the heck am I supposed to know where to go around this weird city if I can’t get the GPS to work?! What do you mean I can’t get any internet?!”

Grumbling still, it was shoved angrily into Sayaka’s pocket, and she noticed the gaze of another girl about her age.

“...Uh. Technology, am I right? Ha ha...”

“Good grief. You don’t have to shout so loudly, Koakuma. I heard you the first time.” The magician closed a grimoire that she had been reading and hoisted herself up to walk over to the maid that was laying on the couch. “I see you’re finally awake, Miss Sakuya.”

“Oh how delightful, are those your wings?”

Amuutseba approached with a smile on her face, leaning forward with the posture and mannerisms of one addressing a child in an overly excited way. They looked like branches with gems hanging down, marvellous really and she had always been drawn to such things. 

She straightened herself back up and the six tendrils on her back mimicked the shape of the girls wings, with the red tips representing the gem like shapes. 

The dead of the night in Fibonacci. Mokou couldn’t help but find herself wandering with only the faint street lights to illuminate her path. Usually she didn’t even have that much. Let’s see, this was the third level? She was pretty sure she rose a level or two since she started her nightly walk at the very least.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw someone else. Blonde hair, red clothes...a child? Wasn’t anyone she had ever seen before; was she lost? “Hey. This isn’t really the time of night for a kid to be wandering about.”

         Eyes gleaming as he rushes toward a certain booth, Kanji takes a large whiff of the bowls on display. Piping hot and ready to eat, served just like Aiya’s... was the famous, BEEF BOWL. Immediately, he grabs a bowl and chopsticks, chowing down on it sloppily. Just like home... His taste buds reveled in the nostalgic flavors. As all sorts of juices started flying in all directions, a passerby was unfortunately caught in the crossfire.