This woman looks lost, not here, dazed. It makes Cardia wonder if it’s because of this town. London has been one to overwhelm new people. The people are walking fast, they talk and they have different things to worry about, the sound of cars and other machines would make newcomers feel weird, out of their place. Especially knowing how the landscape was before entering the city.
“No, don’t worry! Don’t apologize. It’s alright,” Cardia immediately brings her hands up and shakes them in a gesture that the other needn’t worry. There is nothing bad in asking someone’s bad. It can lead to a new friendship, right? Every stranger can become a friend with just an ask of a name and some time spending. “My name is Cardia. Cardia Beckford. Are you feeling alright? You look a bit out of it. I can get you to my friend’s hospital if you’re not feeling ok. What’s your name?”
There is worry in her voice as she speaks up, looking at the woman in front of her with concern. If she’s not feeling well, it’s in homunculus’ best interest to make sure she will not be hurt. Some people here are not nice, they are truly not. She knows that all too well. Not all humans are sweet. Not all of them will accept monsters or even their fellow humans.
HOW NAIVE . There is a gullibility in her actions that almost causes Akane to feel something akin to pity or perhaps a very humane spark of envy . For the comely woman whose eyes belie something far more than ‘mundane’ commonplace. If Akane truly wanted, if she truly saw her as an enemy to mankind and to her ambitions, she could formulate a plan no matter how many timelines to kill her. She is that kind of woman, after all.
The woman who can think ‘very cold things’.
A woman who the world has placed the burden of something akin to ‘God’ upon and given her various strings to play it along . There can be no individual softness, she used to think, for ordinary or not-so ordinary people. In this vivid timeline of colors, she feels gratitude that Cardia Beckford has given her a familiar human feeling .
How long will the universe force her to play its deity in the timelines the original has abandoned it, or so it seems? Ah, how she wonders . Of course, she’s hardly as alone as before, though Aoi never had been sub-par, he was her beloved brother, surely knowing others are involved in Crash Keys has given him the freedom she knows he has longed for.
He should not be permanently tied to Akane because of a silly notion that he failed her. It had never crossed her mind .
Her smile, for a beautiful face which wreathed ice-cold thoughts as much as warm, kindling fires that stoked life, crinkles in something gentle, sincere for a woman used to the machinations of manipulation, lies, and deception .
Ah, the ultimate mastermind, the woman on who Atlas bore his token unto her!
❝ Akane Kurashiki. Cardia-san, it’s very nice to meet you. ❞ Despite ways that some could call utterly vicious, terrifying, frightening even in the name of prosperity ultimately, no longer forced to play a death game of survival to ensure a dead child’s existence, she bows. Prim, polite, so very demure - and that too, is sincere.
❝ I’m a tourist in London. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, um, but, aha, I suppose um, that’s just how I tend to look. Silly! It can’t really be cured, or um, can it? Who knows!
I admit I’m really interested in that sort of thing. Hospitals, operation, the work of science. But I think I’m rather interested in you, Cardia-san . Won’t you take a walk with me, if that isn’t too um, forward. I could use a friend. Your hair I noticed, is the same color as mine. ❞
Her hair since the last ‘battle’ against her plans had grown, well past her waist, a symbol to the naive of complacency, but ah, Akane Kurashiki was always, always planning a counterattack against those that would threaten the cruel, wretched, beautiful and whimsical world that had both buried and resurrected her time and time again.
Perhaps that is why this woman whoever she is, wherever she’s from, and whatever her heart truly is made of beyond masks of smiling faces, could prove beneficial in her time here - and also beneficial to the humanity that struggled to remain . ❝ Let me guess! You live here, right? It must be nice, the bustling and colors. Of course, Japan is also very beautiful. Although maybe I’m a little biased, it is where I was born . ❞
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