#isolaevent002

[wasuremasho]

@forewarnedfate

“T*xedo M*sk!” She points at him in an accusative fashion. As if finding a very incriminating scene. It was anything but. Merely being near the outskirts of the safe zone, she did her earnest to meddle into the business of others. Not many required a detective when a skilled fighter was more... useful. “Or not. I think leaving a path of roses along monster guts could really ease others. It’s a very ruined place. It can get a little boring to see. Though it’s better than fighting, right?”

[wasuremasho]

@threetigerblessing

“Amazing...” Like possessed by her most inner desires, the damsel in distress, more commonly known as the forgetful detective; Kyoko Okitegami, had come to touch softly the arms of her new found saviour. It was simply delightful to be in presence of such strong build! She was not a fanatic of muscles or one that cared for physical beauty, she merely praised those that possessed things that she would never manage to accomplish. 

Hardworking men were quite a sight but hardworking were equally grand!

“I cannot ever achieve a body like this but you, amounting this much mass... how fantastic.”

[wasuremasho]

@theunknowndetective

“I never prepared myself mentally to confront monsters.” And she probably would never be ready. Today, she would stand tall. Tomorrow, as well. But it is not as if she would be able to recall this decision. It would be natural to reach that conclusion and she would keep a constant without being able to remember it. 

Standing at the edge of the great hole that occupied part of the island, Kyoko glanced at her unexpected companion. “Say, pushing it into that hole... how long till it climbs back? I am curious to see.” 

[wasuremasho]

@gemmedchild

“A kid with magic powers is truly deserving of their own anime.” She was far in too much awe to actually process what was occurring in her surroundings. Falling back on the fact this would not remain in her memories, she allowed herself to submerge into the moment. While on the ground, the wounded Kyoko simply observed. She was a more suitable bystander for danger, more so when it involved... monsters. 

A detective she may be, but not one equipped for combat. Guns, sharp blades and verbal threats were by far more normal and ones she could accept without a complaint. Here, it was quite different. A feral animal would have been more welcomed and not whatever moving skeleton that was trying to end her life.

Thankfully, it seemed she was saved and danger was a mere shadow.

“Leaving the fate of the world upon the hands of the youth... I can’t help but feel troubled by this! Kids are the future but to what extent? Are all combat-ready now? I am grateful but as an adult I am being swallowed by guilt.”