@tailoredhonnouji
Way to be pulled away at the end of the world.
As though it were already more than enough that he had to navigate an entirely new place - but hey, at least the sky wasn’t covered in life fibers, right? - he had to find a way of tracking down the others.
Well, if one were fighting aliens, would it be so strange to be pulled between dimensions while trying to completely destroy a species of sentient clothing that manifested itself by fusing with someone who had proclaimed themself akin to a god at that point?
Who knew, really. And who cared. He had found at least one name, he recognized, and while concern for the others and Lady Satsuki broiled in his gut, he appeared next to the tailor and his uniform disappeared itself.
“Iori.”
“At least you’re here. Although whether here is death, or an interdimensional space coming about by the clashing of Life Fibers, or something beyond either of those two concepts is up in the air...” Trailing off, he looked at his phone, there was a message...
Iori Shirou’s phone would read much the same, if with a different tone.
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