#* event : proxy

[threeriddled]

      “ A dream, you say? “

  not that far fetched of a conclusion to come to in this circumstances. Sheba had heard rumors how something acts up in this place every now and again and it’s reasonable to assume the strange case of mass memory loss and regressing of age is tied to the strange incidents that occur here. still new she is and she wonders why she has remain unaffected-- perhaps it is similar to what happened in Salem. maybe her heritage also grants her immunity to all of this. it’s possible, but the Caster wouldn’t put her stock into it. 

   “ What a peculiar dream this is, then. “ something more mumbled to herself as a sip of her tea is taken, slow and savoring it before setting it back down on the table before her. bright turquoise eyes shift to the other seated across from her, hands folding neatly in her lap.

       “ I’m curious. If you had the choice, would you wish to remember this dream or simply forget what has happened? Letting it fade into the sands of your memory? “

@xprofeta​ -- proxy event

[deathsfool]

    it’s late-- a time where most of the city had long since fallen asleep. it’s a habit, she knows. being up this late, alert and ready for anything. it came from months and months of traversing Tartarus and handling the Dark Hours that her body felt too restless to simply fall asleep at this time.

        the roof of the condo -- her newfound home -- is where she was at, hands pressing against the roof’s ledge as her gaze remained upwards, fixated upon the moon. it glowed brightly, illuminating the entire city in an almost ethereal glow. how many nights has she spent looking up at the moon? wondering, thinking, about any and everything? too many, but tonight is not a night to wonder why she had this power or how many more Shadows were left to defeat. no, she was waiting. 

     waiting for that eerie green to cloak everything, for coffins to line the streets in place of bodies and blood-like stains and puddles to litter the ground. for every electronic to go out and that secret hour makes its emergence. but as she glances down at her phone, as the clock reaches midnight..........

                     nothing.

    seconds turn into minutes and nothing happens. the moon remains white, still glowing, still watching. it seems strange, as if not real, and yet-- “ There’s........no Dark Hour here. “

@evocalized​ -- proxy event

[deathsfool]

    she’s worried. this place very clearly wasn’t Iwatodai or any of the nearby cities, she can’t recognize a single thing, the phone on her person was not hers-- none of her friends contact information was stored in the device and there were far too many names. she couldn’t get in contact with them, which unsettled her, because what if something happened to them for her to end up here, alone, with no memory of just how she got here? of course, Minako doesn’t dwell on such possibilities for long. 

       no, she’s sure they’re fine and no doubt trying to figure out where the hell she went. and she has every intention of helping them and the first step to that is figuring out just where she is. surely she’s still somewhere in Japan.   

   and so with the first person she sees, she’s gently touching their shoulder to get their attention, a smile on her features. Minako does not know exactly why, but for some reason, there’s a strange sense of....familiarity.  she chalks it up to him probably being around the same age as her.   “ Excuse me, I’m sorry to disturb you, but do you know what city this is? And...where it is for that matter?“

@luneminary​ -- proxy event