Unwillful Battles | Mirai & Lucina
It felt as though the night time had come and everyone should begin heading home, but no one was. People still filled the streets with expectations on their minds of better things to come. Mirai had only been in this realm for a couple of days, perhaps more, she couldn't really keep track of anything, any more. The clocks that hang in certain buildings are the only way she can keep sane as the days pass with little change in the sky, only named as such as their are clouds above and little less. On her first day, it rained, petals danced in the sky, halted by the hard hits of water droplets plummeting from the heights of the world. There had been a report in a newspaper of someone becoming poisoned by said petals, but the rain had removed any more chances of such poisoning. It seems she should be grateful for the weather.
Not wanting to be seen as her clumsy self in such a place, as she walked her eyes focused on her feet as best as she could. So much so, she'd lost track of her steps and wound up somewhere she did not know. Her main goal was to find her apartment, using the paper that had been given, currently stuffed up her sleeve for safe keeping. I probably should have looked at the map, pulling her glasses from her face, a cleaner from her cardigan pocket, her fingers rubbed hard against the plain of the glass, the blue of the cleaner covering her digits. As she did such, her eyes looked upon her surroundings, her feet unmoving from her current position. To the left, nothing. To the right, nothing. Behind, nothing. But in front? A large stadium type building, with such an almighty noise coming from it there was no chance of her missing such a place. With hope on her mind, her glasses back on her face, she picked up pace and headed for the structure.
Her keep stood but metres from the entrance, more suited to be called a hole within the great towering walls of the stadium. There was no correct door, and if there were, she could not set eyes upon it. A gulp from her throat, she headed inward, fists tight, body shaking. The roar of the crowd was deafening, body twitching in reaction, filling her mind with words that could not be deciphered, most likely due to the fact that a good 90% of said crowd were screaming, without real words coming from their mouths. Such noise was unwelcome, causing an instant headache. Her body still trembling at the thought of entering such a place. Her fear was placed correctly, her judgement, not. Behind her was such a loud creak, then bang, the entire crowd were cut off, their cheers ceased instantly. Her body turned, facing the large wooden door that closed behind her, two creatures smirking wickedly towards her, chuckles lightly coming from their throats. "Youmu..." Were there truly youmu within this world? It seemed so. So far she'd only seen humans, the one who gave her the envelope about her homestead looked unusual, but the lighting was so terrible she could not make out what they truly were, perhaps they were also youmu.
Unknowingly, there was an identical bang from the other side of the great stadium. A shadow in front of it, similarly sized to her. Perhaps another that had wondered into such a place, now trapped with eyes staring down expectantly. There was no time to think of the situation and why she was placed here, why the other had been placed here also. Pulling the bandage from her hand, blood dripped freely from the never healing wound on her palm. Allowing the blood to fall towards the ground, a sword formed, crimson in colour. A sword made from her own blood, a perfect example of her great, but feared, power. Blood manipulation. Holding the handle of said sword, she shyly approached the other, the crowd still silent.
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