{ →fatalist || kouri ;; ??? open.
Humans.
Petty, pitiful humans.
They were everywhere Kouri looked, here, there, wandering so aimlessly around the Kagerou Daze she had made her own. The startling blue of her gently glowing haze stood prominent among the red of day. Her body shimmered like a mirage, a ghost in the glow of summer. Though her expression was solemn, or perhaps bored would be--however blunt--an accurate word of description.
Never had she experienced the abundance of flesh and blood that so frantically roamed the heat. As was such, her glassy eyes skimmed the crowds without a hint of interest, swaying with the glimmer of heat. It was strange, it was different, and such a change in her home was indeed putting strain on the heat haze. The unfamiliarity was unbearable, though in all reality Kouri accepted the loss, or rather the gain.
The girl of the haze pursed her lips, her footsteps inaudible and her stride like a specter. This wasn't how things were supposed to work; these people were dead, and at least half should have already vanished from her life. Overseeing such desperation was a job in itself, and with eyes trained to the prisoners of sorts, a depressing job did it make. Ah, as the heroes so boldly murmured, madder red. No more.
But Kouri had no room to say such a thing, and the body of blue took elegant strides through the heat, eyes ever searching. Ever watching. Working harder and harder for Master. She giggled. Well, if this was her fate, there was no turning back now, huh?
A twirl in her step and a seemingly lighthearted giggle from her lips as she neared the heart of the city. Ah, a loss of her time, and perhaps with enough attentiveness, a new play thing cou<ld await her at her wandering destination.
