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kyudoji.

“What’s got everyone talking about a so-called dungeon?”

       “From what I can deduce from hearsay alone... it seems as though a tower has appeared within the city itself. That tower is the dungeon people speak of.”

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nohright.

          ❝ Seeing as people tend to use them often, I thought it would be good to become familiar with it’s usage. ❞ For what they were used for, she still hasn’t the slightest idea however. ❝ Dealing with one’s self, yes. A photograph of sorts I would think, though I still haven’t the faintest idea of how one would be able to take one with this. ❞

          “I have seen people keeping it within reach, and from what I gather, it’s main function is to communicate with others from a long distance. It is a rather fascinating device when viewed in that aspect.” A short nod accompanied his words; it certainly seemed more reliable than the method they had used back home for communication. “A photograph, you say? I thought cameras produced photographs... not cellphones? Or is one built in perhaps...”

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nohright.

          ❝ I’m still not entirely sure how to properly use this device. I was told that it was capable of many things. Taking a “selfie” as some may call it…was pointed out to me, though I do not know how to do so. ❞

            “I am also at a loss when it comes to operating this device. I haven’t used it once since it’s been given to me.” He stood silent for a moment, observing the item in question. “A selfie...? That’s an odd term... does it have to do with one’s self...? That’s what it sounds like it’s suggesting.”

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coraille.

          Helping people is what she’s used to. If it’s doable, she’ll do it. If it’s a stranger, even more of a reason to do so. No one should be left alone to freeze in the cold, giving him her jacket is the least of what she’s going to do for him. He’d looked so pitiful that she hadn’t even given it any thought when she had thrown her jacket around his shoulders. To top it off, a wave of nostalgia had passed over her upon looking at his face. Whether it was some cruel trick being played on her or not, he reminded her of something she hadn’t seen in a long time. Here she was being the one to help him, yet he was the one who had complained about her catching a cold.

          ❝ Ah…I suppose. But we will be in a warm vehicle in just a moment, so there is no need. ❞ Thank goodness that she had taken to calling taxi cabs whenever she was in need of quick transportation. It only takes one wave of her hand to hail one down and quickly does she help him inside of it and then slides in moments later herself.

          It’s a quiet ride back to District Auburn, she says nothing to him and he says nothing to her. Once they arrive, the fare is paid and just as quickly as she had gotten in, she’s out and hauling this boy with her. Inside of the house they go, warmth hitting the both of them as they walked through the front doors. Upon closing the door behind her, she turns to him. ❝ I’d like you to wait one moment please. ❞ And off she goes for a moment and returns to him with spare pieces of clothing she had managed to find. ❝ Come, let us go upstairs. ❞ 

          With her help, he manages to make it up the stairs and with a few more steps they stand in front of a room. In bold letters it reads “MORGIANA’S ROOM”. Turning the knob, she ushers him inside and onto her bed. A chair is pulled beside him as she takes a seat in it. ❝ I apologize if this is not suitable for you. ❞ The room is plain, after all. White with red markings shaped like suns on the wall. Most of her furniture is red. A television is set on a stand in front of the bed. It’s not much, but she enjoys it though she knows others may not think the same. ❝ If I can get you anything…anything at all, please let me know. ❞

              “... Ah, vehicle, you s-say…?” His voice trembled slightly at the end; the cold weather had finally begun to affect him physically, thus it translated into the way he spoke. “... I’m not familiar w-with the term…” He silently watched her as she hailed for a cab, a questioning look contorted his facial features. No sooner had she gestured forward than it appeared, a rather large but moving contraption of sorts; he had quickly deduced it was used for transportation around this bizarre city, however he still hesitated. Even as she signaled for him to come closer he still wavered in his decision to take action. She was in good character though, after all she had come to his aid rather quickly, after she had first spotted him in fact—there was absolutely no reason to doubt her now. With that much realized in his mind, he promptly slid into the vehicle, with her quickly following him in right after.

After getting slightly comfortable, he slumps in his seat, in an attempt to secure more warmth. He doesn’t pay much attention to where they were going exactly; he had caught a glimpse of a couple of aspects, but he didn’t care too much considering his condition. That strength that he had before slowly dissipated, and soon he felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness. A faint groan passed his lips as he sensed someone helping him out of the vehicle and holding him up, providing him assistance. He heard a large door creak open and shortly after he was greeted comforting warmth. His eyes grew slightly wider at the sound of her voice, “... okay...” That and a nod was all he could manage. He watched her leave into another room adjacent from the area he was in, and once she was out of sight, his weary gaze fell onto his surroundings; this was her house then. It was cozy, charming even—and just being here had brought him a sense of delight. She returns shortly after, carrying a few sets of clothes—presumably for him. “... Upstairs? Alright… thank you...” She assists him up the stairs and down the hall and they finally stop in front of a door, he could barely make out the words carved into the door plate. “... Morgia… na...” It was a faint whisper under his breath, one that couldn’t be heard. He noticed the doorknob turning, and soon after they had entered the room in question.

              His head hung low as they approached her bed; he stirs slightly the moment he feels the soft surface, in a sense of panic but her voice quickly puts him at ease, and before long he finds himself gradually falling asleep. Generally speaking, he would have trouble adapting—to be in another’s bedroom, sprawled across their bed. Considering their situation especially, they hadn’t even known each other, let alone their each other’s names. Yet he found himself feeling relaxed in her presence, she had soothed him. “... Morgiana… that’s a beautiful name…” Eyelids lazily fluttered as he began to drift into a slumber, a small smile spreading across his lips. “Thank you… for… … ”

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merhime.

                     ❤️— Her eyes skimmed the fabrics set out before her at the same rate that her fingers did, a small smile overcoming her features and turning her lips upward in an expression of dreamy adoration. She loved the fabrics and the clothes in the boutique she worked for, loved when her boss dressed her up and made her beautiful. Such loves were easy to get lost in when Shirahoshi found herself in this place, and her thoughts wandered until a voice snapped her back to attention with a small ‘oh!’.

           ❝ A-Ah, yes, I work here! ❞ Her voice was a little surprised, but her expression remained relaxed. ❝ You are… Mahmut-sama, correct? ❞

    The fact that she had known his name caught him off guard, though it hadn’t disrupted his calm composure. “That is correct! I work here as a stocker.” A faint nod accompanied his confirmation; that constant smile that had curved the corners of his lips grew brighter as his tone changed, now bearing slight detection of enthusiasm. “We haven’t met—not officially, at least. Your name is... Shirahoshi? I’ve seen your name in these work documents, along with your photo—much more reliable than a written physical description.” A short but soft chuckle escaped him, one that only her ears alone would catch. ”It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” His hand pressed against his chest softly whilst his head bowed forward.

“You were interested in these materials? Before I interrupted you, you seemed quite enraptured by them. Perhaps you could indulge me a bit…” His voice trailed off, mind reeling in his current thoughts. Moments would pass before he continued, “that is, if you have the time, I wouldn’t want to impose on you!”

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merhime.

      Blue hues were fixed on her figure, calmly accessing her—he had felt he had recognized her, yet he couldn’t quite place where he had known her from. She looked to be too preoccupied glancing at the stocks he had just procured for the boutique, nevertheless he approached her in hopes that speaking with her would restore his memory.

“Hello there.” His hand swiftly stretched out, gently grazing the surface of the array of fabrics laid out before them, “do you like them…? … Ah! Now I remember—-you work here, correct?”

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coraille.

          The couple days following the earthquake had been peaceful yet again. The relief efforts to help after the disaster were many and as she went out to the city to see what she could do to calm the city in her own way were for naught as after two days, she began to feel as if something were wrong yet again. Many people began acting strangely, as if in some sort of trance and though as hard as she tried to wake them, it was to no avail that they stayed under whatever spell had been cast.

          All that’s remembered is her vision suddenly going black and then waking up in a damp and dark space. The walls were made of some type of stone, small engravings done on each side. The ground? That was made of dirt and the longer she stayed in one spot, it became harder to breathe. Without much of a choice, she moves forward, hands pressed against one side of the wall to help her in moving. There’s no clear direction, no sense of where she’s even going, but it wouldn’t be wise to stay in one place, she supposes. 

          After awhile, she gathers her bearings and is able to walk on her own. But still, she has no idea where this may even be. It’s still very damp but up ahead there’s something interesting and after a few more minutes of walking, she comes to an intersection of paths. Decisions like this have never been her forte, instincts aren’t to be trusted in a place like this, she’s well aware. To her left, darkness. Her right? Even more so. In front of her is the same and to the back of her was where she had began. Eyes are closed as she tries to think of what to do, but suddenly there’s something odd that she hears in the distance.

          The sound of slow footsteps making their way to the same intersection she stood in could now be heard. Turning to her left, she waits for whoever or whatever it is that plans to meet her here. It’s much to her surprise that it’s a familiar face, someone that she’s considered herself to be on good terms with, though they aren’t very close in the slightest.

          ❝ Mahmut? ❞ she says, clearly surprised to see him here. It’s a little odd but hopeful that she wouldn’t have to go through this ordeal alone. Without thinking much, she’s quick to move towards him and take his hands into her own. She’s just a little bit too excited and hopes that he doesn’t mind. ❝ I am glad to see you, even though we are in a bit of a bind as you can see. ❞ hands then once again drop back to her sides as she stares ahead. 

          ❝ We should keep moving forward. I feel as though if we stay here for too long, it will not be good for either of us. ❞

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        Darkness obscured his sight and he had found it hard to see where he was going, let alone where he truly was. What he could deduce from the dirt at his feet and the hard surfaced, but uneven walls however, was that he was in a cave of sorts. He hadn’t in the slightest bit known how he had gotten here, or how how was to leave; the entire situation that he had found himself in was the oddest he had to face yet, and arguably perhaps the most dangerous. Every so often, his ears would catch wind of intangible sounds coming from farther within the cave; they were unusual sounds, ones that had sent chills down his spine. Nevertheless, he was determined to make it out of this nightmare in one piece—how and why he was here was to be left for later.

His steps were gentle against the ground, careful as he didn’t want to gain any attention from whatever that had lurked in this place. The ground beneath him was uneven, but he still tried his best to walk as steady as he could—his fingers sprawled against the wall that was at his side, helping to support him. Whilst he walked slowly, his eyes caught glimpse of a light, a torch, in the distance. A small smile curved the corners of his lips out of relief, though it had disappeared soon after. If he reached that light, it was guaranteed that he would finally be able to see his surroundings, however he wasn’t exactly sure what had awaited him there.

        He had hesitated for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. If he were to go there, he would have to be prepared, not only physically but mentally as well, with a plan. It hadn’t taken him long to proceed forward, with a concept in mind to help him avoid any confrontations. His footsteps would halt shortly after however, when he heard the faint sound of a pebble being kicked; normally, something as miniscule as this wouldn’t pose him a problem, but in this case it had left him feeling a tad bit anxious. The steps gradually drew closer, it was then that it dawned on him, it was too late to formulate a new strategy—he just stood still, dumbfounded, until whatever it was had finally approached him. He blinked, seemingly in disbelief of who was now just inches before him, and she, too, seemed startled by his own appearance.

“Morgiana…………?” His voice was low, almost a whisper; but due to silent atmosphere, it came out louder than he had anticipated. He couldn’t say much, still in disbelief over her presence. An eagerness suddenly washed over him, one that wanted to confirm her existence, and so his hand began to extend towards her—but he faltered and soon after, his arm swayed back to his side. “Forgive me… at first glance, I thought you an apparition of sorts. But I am glad you’re here—with me...! … Two minds are better than one after all.” He hid his embarrassment well, with a smile—one that was genuine—he was, of course, pleased to see her, even in a horrid place such as this, though he would never admit to that specifically. Her reaction to him with just as heartwarming, as she clasped her hands around his. Caught off guard, his smile faded when she did, but only for a moment—and in return he gave her hands a quick squeeze.

        “We should be able to make it out of this alive, so long as we stay together.” As her grasp pulled away from him, so, too, did he. “I agree, staying in one place for too long can attract danger. The question is, however, which way are we to go? Before meeting you, I was heading to that lit torch over there—though there is no doubt that trouble lies in wait there.”

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puresang.

            The streets of the shopping district seemed to be more bustling as per late, or perhaps he had started to become more aware of his surroundings—noticing the littlest of details, contrary to his previous state in where he had been too preoccupied with his thoughts of how to leave this place. He would find himself here quite often to buy the essentials, and quickly had he learned that it seemed to be the only area where everything appeared to be normal. The loud crowds, the people who would make their way in and out of the stores, and the stall owners that would occasionally try to sell their wares to him as he passed—everything here brought a sense of nostalgia to him.

As he walked down the grand street, his attention was caught by faint sounds of chirping; a ghost of a smile crossed his lips as his eyes met that of small bird’s that was held within a cage. His slender fingers slipped passed the narrow silver bars and he gently caressed the bird’s vibrant feathers. When he pulled back, he caught a glimpse of an individual lightly knocking into someone. From where he stood, Mahmut could gauge that the individual seemed to be in hurry, though he did appear to utter quick apologetic words to the person that he had disturbed before beginning walking away. Gradually he came to a halt and he began to frantically search a bag that he had been carrying, as if he had misplaced something. Out of impulse, Mahmut glanced down at the pavement, specifically where the young man had stood prior to slight collision and there he spotted a magazine issue spread out on the ground. “... Hm...?” He stretched for the item in question, and assuming it had belonged to him—he approached the man.

            “...” Blue hues cast downward, finally observing the cover of the magazine that he had in hand; his gaze slightly widened as he quickly remarked its rather, expressive features.

            “... Er... excuse me—but you seem to have dropped this...?”

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refutable.

              A short groan bellowed from his throat as he tightly gripped the spine of a text he had just purchased. He had been trying to find answers about this city that had been shrouded in mystery—even little would suffice for him at this point—after all that would signify that he were getting somewhere. The one act he never gave an attempt was inquiring answers from the locals—those who have been within the city for awhile. Instead he would spend most of his days within book stores, keenly searching for anything that could prove the least bit helpful.

Slender digits reached at the loose strands of his hair that had accumulated in front of his gaze. With a slight gesture of his hand, he quickly pulled them back behind his ear as if by habit. It was sudden but the far-off sound of a man screeching had made his breath hitch; he was on his way back to the abode that had been granted to him here, but his attention was now completely stolen as the disturbance seemed to grow louder, or perhaps it had grown quieter. Either way, it was enough for him to want to further inspect the issue. The atmosphere was still, the only sounds to disrupt the long silence were the abrupt pangs of a gun being shot. Being curious was a quality he had disliked about himself, though at times it had gotten him the solutions in which he had desired—though he wouldn’t dare put himself in harm’s way if there was nothing worth risking his life for and this particular case was no different.

              His stare peered around the corner—that action hadn’t been much help however, as he couldn’t make out what was going on since the alleyway had been overcast in darkness. He slowly drew closer, being mindful not to attract the perpetrators that were causing the commotion as he did. It would be moments after that the entire area would once again be enveloped in silence. As his view began to clear up, his eyes fixated on a figure that had seemingly been towering over a couple individuals whose bodies were sprawled against the ground. It was simple to deduce that she had taken them out, and her posture & breathing pattern would suggest she hadn’t broken a sweat whilst doing so. “You… took them all out by yourself?” As he spoke, he would no sooner feel a sense of regret cloud his thoughts. “My apologies, I had come here thinking that something has happened… are you alright?”

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Always believe in yourself. Do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear.

Hayao Miyazaki (via wordsnquotes)

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coraille.

          While the wintry weather was something she had no fondness towards, after being here for two long years it was something she had gotten used to. It wasn’t so bad as it was back in December because at least the snow had stopped falling. The only thing she needed to bother wearing was a coat fit for the elements, which did well in keeping her warm. Still, if she had the choice on whether or not to stay inside, she would have done so. Unfortunately, there were a couple of errands that needed to be ran on her part. So, here she was in the heart of the city taking care of what needed to be done. Her only reward would soon be the comfort of her own own soon enough.

          It’s not until she notices the very apparent struggling of a young man, who seemed as though he was having a hard time moving and soon enough, had even stopped to slump against the wall of a building for support. It’s sad, she thinks. To be disoriented in a city this big meant trouble for you, especially if you were this out in the open. As she nears, she notices his peculiar way of dressing, robes of bright colors and the style reminded her much of home, something she hasn’t thought about in a good while. A wave of nostalgia runs over her as she looks at him and their eyes lock for more than just a few seconds. He’s suffering from the cold. Her eyebrows furrow in worry as he gives her a weak smile.

          She doesn’t know what she should do for a moment.

         What seems to be the right thing to do comes to her when he begins to step past her. Without thinking, small hands grab hold of his wrist as she stops him from going. ❝ Wait, ❞ she says, letting go now as she began to shed the coat she wore from her body and after having done so, moves to drape it over his shoulders. It should be enough for now, at least until she’s able to get him somewhere he can rest. ❝ It would not be good for you to stay alone. ❞ she knows all too well of the people who would try to take advantage of his sickly state, so she’d much rather bring him somewhere safe if she could. The sincere concern in her voice and the look in her eyes should be enough to tell him that she has no devious intentions, that she only wishes to help him if he’ll allow it.

          ❝ If you will allow it, I will take you back to my home so that you are able to rest. ❞ It’s a bit of a bold invitation, to bring someone to your home when you don’t even know them. There was just…something about him, though. Whether it be because he makes her think of home, of Sindria, or because she merely wishes to help him isn’t quite clear. Maybe it’s both. Either way, she stands, waiting for his answer. Rubbing her hands together to keep warm from the cold.

                Her sudden grip on his wrist was strong yet it hadn’t caused him any discomfort—her touch was warm against his cold skin, it had felt nice. That feeling wouldn’t last long however, as she had began to retract her hold on him. She had succeeded in making him stop, but he hadn’t bothered to turn and face her; it was only after he had felt something donning along his shoulders that he slowly turned his gaze to her.

His eyes narrow at her words, features contorting slightly into a into a state of worry. “... You would be so kind to a passing stranger…? And to this degree...” His voice trailed off as he tightly clasped the coat she had given him. Though he would likely do the same if their situation were reversed, he had hesitated in accepting her generosity—as if he would let another stand in the frigidness all for his sake.  “... You shouldn’t do such things… you...” Pausing, he reached for his forehead and he began to briefly press against his temples, “you could get sick...” Puffing out a short sigh, he slowly stretched to pull off the coat she had given him—it was her voice that suddenly rang out, rather her distinct choice of words, that prevented him from continuing.

She had given him the choice to come with her rather than forcing it upon him. His vibrant blue eyes grew wide in surprise, “you...” Her actions and speech had astounded him, so much in fact, that he couldn’t work out a response. Instead he had opted stepped away from her, putting slight distance between them. His cheeks flushed a little, though it hadn’t been noticeable since they were already coloured as such, a result granted to him by the cold. “I… I normally wouldn’t want to impose… but it seems I have little choice in the matter...”

                A faint smile turned the corners of his lips and he met her gaze yet again. “... If you’re sure you don’t mind the company, then I’ll happily accept your offer. If you change your mind however, I won’t fault you for it. … Also...” It was apparent from her actions that she was beginning to get cold, since she had, after all, yielded her greater source of warmth over to him. “Should we stand closer to one another... side by side—to try and keep warm...? I wouldn’t want to get ill on my account.” His tone was laced with slight worry over her condition.

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coraille.

                The air was crisp, nearly refreshing as he took a breath but chilling as it grazed against his skin. A slight shiver ran through his body, a natural reaction to the sudden wintry weather that enveloped him completely. This served as the least of his concerns however; other, more prominent thoughts had had his mind engaged. His sudden presence within this city had him in a state of disarray; though the situation had been explained to him a noteworthy amount of times, the very concept was still unimaginable to him.

A soft abrupt moan pressed passed his lips; he retracted his arms from his sides and promptly folded them across his chest, an attempt to conduct heat to his now stinging fingers. His feet began to drag, feeling heavy as if they were lead—his quick and hard footsteps had now been struggling. Halting, he reclined back against a nearby wall, its uneven surface harsh on his back. Though he was cold, his head had been warm and aching—and that pain would grow ever more when his eyes met with the bright, unfamiliar lights that adorned the long streets.

The sadness that he had been repressing for awhile now had begun to wash over him, yet he had no tears to shed. His head hung low as his lids fluttered shut; the distant ambience of crowds chattering reached his ear along with the constant sound of the wind howling passed him. It was faint, but he could also hear footsteps that had seemingly been approaching him—those very same footsteps would cease soon after. He shifted slightly where he stood, arms dropping to his sides and subsequently he managed to glance up out of caution.

                He met her gaze—though her eyes were striking, piercing almost, they had also had sense of compassion and warmth in them. Several moments would pass before his stare would begin to waver from her own—his brows creased slightly as his gaze peered down at the pavement beneath them. At a loss of what to do, he gave her weak smile of acknowledgement before stepping passed her.

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