Being able to tap into the morphogenetic fields means, shortly, Akane in telepathically connected to Aoi and (apparently) Junpei. She is a ‘transmitter’, meaning she can send information better than she can receive it.
Items/Weapons: just the clothes on her back, yep. Sample Entry: here! Sample Entry Two:
Panic is not the first emotion. Fear is not the first either. Neither of them are even the second feeling. Or the third, if Akane is going to be honest with herself. If she’s going to be very honest, neither of them even cross her mind.
The one thing she did feel, however, was… nostalgia.
Reminiscing on old times was not something you’d find Akane admitting to, but the underlying similarities of the position she found herself in right now in comparison to the Nonary game were indisputable. Kidnapped, waking with memoires all fuzzy like white static. The confusion. It’s understandable given the situation, but all together… confusing. Why was she confused? Why?
Oh. It seems the tables have turned. The kidnapper becomes the kidnappe. How cute.
She supposes she deserves this. Was she going to die in this game too? Hm? And who wanted to kill her this time? Akane sighs, her hand darting up to rub her forehead, fingers blocking out the sunlight that poured in from… from somewhere. She hasn’t gotten the time for this, she needs to run run away and never look back. It’s her solution to everything so far, and it seems to be working out pretty well for her.
Except for, you know. This. This place wasn’t part of the plan. This place didn’t even make sense. How could she have gotten captured? Aoi was right here next to her—
—Aoi.
She sighs.
The second feeling, Akane would say with full confidence, is fatigue.
She tired, she’s exhausted. She’s sick. She wants her brother and that’s all—honestly, that’s it. Her brother and a wide horizon, to run away on for the rest of forever. Akane can’t explain how many times she’s lost him, how many times she’s been lost. Honestly, was it never going to turn their way? We’re they never going to get their awkward, entirely sad, happy ending?
Stupid thoughts, she thinks. She sits up. She brushes off. She forgets, she moves on.
There’s plenty of other things to worry about, after all.
akane kurashiki | 999 [7/7]
Being able to tap into the morphogenetic fields means, shortly, Akane in telepathically connected to Aoi and (apparently) Junpei. She is a ‘transmitter’, meaning she can send information better than she can receive it.
Items/Weapons: just the clothes on her back, yep.
Sample Entry: here!
Sample Entry Two:
Panic is not the first emotion. Fear is not the first either. Neither of them are even the second feeling. Or the third, if Akane is going to be honest with herself. If she’s going to be very honest, neither of them even cross her mind.
The one thing she did feel, however, was… nostalgia.
Reminiscing on old times was not something you’d find Akane admitting to, but the underlying similarities of the position she found herself in right now in comparison to the Nonary game were indisputable. Kidnapped, waking with memoires all fuzzy like white static. The confusion. It’s understandable given the situation, but all together… confusing. Why was she confused? Why?
Oh. It seems the tables have turned. The kidnapper becomes the kidnappe. How cute.
She supposes she deserves this. Was she going to die in this game too? Hm? And who wanted to kill her this time? Akane sighs, her hand darting up to rub her forehead, fingers blocking out the sunlight that poured in from… from somewhere. She hasn’t gotten the time for this, she needs to run run away and never look back. It’s her solution to everything so far, and it seems to be working out pretty well for her.
Except for, you know. This. This place wasn’t part of the plan. This place didn’t even make sense. How could she have gotten captured? Aoi was right here next to her—
—Aoi.
She sighs.
The second feeling, Akane would say with full confidence, is fatigue.
She tired, she’s exhausted. She’s sick. She wants her brother and that’s all—honestly, that’s it. Her brother and a wide horizon, to run away on for the rest of forever. Akane can’t explain how many times she’s lost him, how many times she’s been lost. Honestly, was it never going to turn their way? We’re they never going to get their awkward, entirely sad, happy ending?
Stupid thoughts, she thinks. She sits up. She brushes off. She forgets, she moves on.
There’s plenty of other things to worry about, after all.