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[promisedmeeting]

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It felt like months, and maybe it had been that many months.

She doesn’t recall anymore. She found keeping track of things tedious, and who would in a world that’s become stagnant. It was only herself alone in that house. Of course, at some point Jinako thought it’d be a good idea to start caring more for herself by tracking down days… or maybe weeks.

Yet, being here… it seemed pointless-- to count such things… especially months to days, since she had left that place…

To only arrive here-- where nothing seemed to make sense. Of course, Jinako needed to get a move on, and she’s trying… trying, hard to.

Only to stop in her tracks in the Market Town-- as she stares head on, seeing someone's familiar back. "You've... got to be kidding me."

[lunarevictor]

There’s a flower shop hidden away from the busy Oparalian Market Town, and it looked… homely, if that’s the word to describe it in the first place. Kishinami had never seen so many flowers before– real ones even. There was a garden near the church… he recalls, but they never seemed real enough. The scent, colors and so much more was somewhat a little overwhelming to him. He took a step back, deciding to look from a distance, while taking everything in.

He knew very little about flowers in general, much less experienced to know how to take care of them… Yet he wanted to learn a little bit somehow. The best way he could possibly learn about them, was to observe them. He may have taken a minute looking upon each flower, admiring each one of them. To be able to grow a life like this, felt… amazing. Soon he had many questions that he wanted to ask, in fact he happened to be overflowing with many, but he had to consider… Kishinami wasn’t quite sure if whoever was employed here would be appreciative of any of these questions he had.

Soon enough, as he pondered over his dilemma, he became aware of footsteps approaching him. Turning around, “Ah, I apologize…” Only to pause, as he looked at them in confusion, and a feeling of… some faint recognition.

But from where?

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[inheritedname]

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He ran — ran— almost everywhere away from the annoying pixies who were obstinately persistent about these stupid looking masks.

There’s nothing going to make him — wear those masks — and so— he runs— until somehow— he comes across some other — pixies.

These ones seem more interested in selling normal — masquerade masks — and as much as it thinks that no one will know it— he purchases one anyway— slipping it on his face.

Archer doesn’t feel like he fits in— and he always never does — but he takes a stroll— until he approaches the grand foyer above— it was high—

So high.

A pixie approaches it — and it tries to shoo it off, the pixie smiles, waving its arms, as suddenly— he feels as if his feet are light off the ground.

“Ah— crap.”