the dark hour
It had been a few days since Mitsuru’s arrival in Arcadios. Learning the base knowledge of the situation she was forced into, the former leader of S.E.E.S had nothing else left to lead. She was no one here and in fact, it brought a bit of relief.
Outside in the Village of Wisdom, the red haired young woman sat on a log step, overlooking the burning fire. She’d give anything to have a good book to read or a good battle to fight. Then again, she dreaded to think that she was reacting like Akihiko.
Catching up with a few of her peers from Gekkoukan High, Mitsuru, was more situated to the dilemma then she’d believe. This was different then Tartarus and vastly different then her normal life as a student.
The tip of a strong stick prodded at the rising fire, watching the flames dance among the airspace. The woman, from a distance, looked cold and detached from others who paired off and enjoyed their time. Truly, it would be any challenge to get her social link up.
It was time to be strategic and time to reflect on the events that will transpire. Surely, Mitsuru would continue to be responsible in her new ‘home’ as well.
Fuuka lugged her way to the Village of Wisdom, not looking forward to spending the night without her dorm-mates. With her luck it would be hard to make new friends right away. But still the new neighbors would never replace the bond she had with the other S.E.E.S. members.
Drawing closer to the Village entrance, following the directions given to her by Minato, her eyes began to see a faint light in the distance. A fire? Well it was only natural considering how Arcaidos' advancement was far behind her normal life.
However, the closer she grew to the Village the more she saw of the fire and the figure sitting next to it. Squinting her eyes to, preparing herself to someone she might have to speak to, she made at a formal dressed figure... somewhat of long trailing hair... and curves Fuuka could never help to accomplish.
> Knowing the mysterious figure was female calmed you down a little. You began running over conversation starters in you head. Taking mental notes of what not to say to make the other uncomfortable. Lost in thought you have gotten severely closer to the other.
>Looking up from your train of thoughts, a rather large gasp escaped your lips to see..
"Mitsuru-senpai!"
