#rock o1

[castilium]

@halcyondigger​

”It’s no good, she’s gone”. The eye of the storm had been right before her, but before she had so much as a chance to call out toward Ofiuco, one who had offered himself to NULL had intercepted. The clash had been brief, as once it became apparent it was little more than a diversion, Mashu had absconded.

Atop the awning of an arcade, sauntering behind letters that should ordinarily be glittering to attract customers, she had searched fruitlessly. Though not in vain had the effort been; another youth had taken to high ground. He appeared trustworthy, though after the last run-in, she dare not take any chances. “State to which side you’re fighting for. If you’re hostile, then you leave me with no choice but retaliate”.

[magicalslayer-blog]

✦ ✦ ✦ @morethanarobot

Mamika had only recently arrived-- and she had yet to find her so-called master or where her place to rest was. Yet, as she walked around the expanse of the city, as she took everything in for herself, the young girl was starting to get the picture of how Utopia was. Just the kind of world this place was. The city itself reminded her of Tokyo-- but not her Tokyo. The Tokyo of the world she visited before. 

The vast amount of information this world had, the complexity the world held. Everything insignificant, every minor thing from the flowers on the side of the road to the concrete she stepped on was filled with detail. This Tokyo-- this Utopia, must be a real world. 

But, if there was something she learned, it was that just one perspective-- especially in an information dense world as this one-- was not enough to get the clear picture. She shouldn’t be making a judgement on her own just from her own experiences. 

*:･ﾟ★ “I’m sorry, but can you tell me... just what kind of world this place is?” So she reached out, to someone who held the same... what was it? Presence? as her. This person is a servant.... right?