Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā @chuketsuā. // event sc.
Okay... okay. A really spooky fog wasnāt exactly ideal, but at least it wasnāt a terrifying thunderstorm, now, was it? As long as Mitsuba didnāt get too close to the thick of it, he wouldnāt have to deal with the he-didnāt-know-what-they-weres, but-their-shapes-were-scary, hopefully. Maybe. If he was lucky.
And, you know? So far, he had been.
Mitsuba had mostly been darting through Archimedes just doing what he could to help other people, really; he had seenĀ how scary those who had sided with NULL could be, albeit while... at... a safe distance. He was perfectly okay with that. As much as Mitsuba had faith in his abilities that he hadnātĀ really had before, he was still notĀ in as good a place as... well, any of thoseĀ menaces.
With the destruction the storm had left, never mind the destruction everyoneĀ elseĀ was leaving, Mitsuba had opted to just do what he can to make sure everyone else was okay. He didnāt want to go home just yet, and he certainly...
... he didnāt want to disappear.
At least for right now, it seemed like he was in a mostly-safe area. With there still being several hours to go until the wires became accessible today, Mitsuba seemed to be walking through something of a ghost city. Or so he thought, until --
-- the sound of footsteps had him turn his head, swallowing thickly past a sudden lump in his throat.
āU-uh--ā
Should he hide? Should he dive behind something? Or should he just...Ā um... what if they werenāt bad? What if they --
-- and so Mitsuba kept standing uselessly in the middle of the street instead of doing anything worthwhile.
