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[notyourdamngod]

He hadn’t been paying much attention to the happenings of the city. In fact, he hadn’t been paying very much attention to anything at all. He had been afloat in a universe he’d never set his eyes upon before for quite some time now and somehow never left that initial state of shock. So when the sky transformed and reflected the ground below, Viole had no choice but to come to terms with the fact that he would always be in constant confusion, that this city would indefinitely throw something out of the ordinary at its inhabitants. And so, when he ran outside to witness a young girl extending her fingers to...boy he didn’t even know how to describe it..., before he knew it, he had pushed the young girl’s hand away, breaking her contact with whatever the heck it was she was reaching out to.

“That looks dangerous.”

He really didn’t mean any harm. He simply did not know how to stop her from whatever danger it was that thing presented without physical force.

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[Home… For a while, Anna had been returned to live her life in Japan, the life that she was meant to live before being abducted. Pain was the biggest part of that life, joy played a more minor role, but still existed in the faces of her clan. Loss had left a hole that was difficult to fill, even as the fire warmed her within. Her very own red. It was hard to accept, just like that, she had become the red king, that she followed in Mikoto’s footsteps. But with the raging inferno, it was impossible to deny.

Shoes clicked lightly against the pavement as red eyes examined the city. There was a difference in her stance between now and the previous time she had been here. Instead of the meek air, almost wanting to hide herself away, or sit like a perfect replica of a doll, she carried herself with pride. Red hues stared up at the city that hung over their heads. Curiosity had finally brought the girl to a halt. Her mind opened to the world, powers extending towards the other city to ‘touch’ it. She needed to know before she acted… Fingers twitched and brows furrowed at the familiar sensation that washed over her. A small breath escaped and Anna let the power release instead of pushing any further. A slight throbbing pain was now filling her skull. It was different, but what she felt wasn’t a first… At least not in this city.]

“I want to protect it…”

[At this point there was no other reason to think on what it was that she sensed from the other city, the other self that reached out and touched against her very own mind. This city, despite all the bad in it, she didn’t hate it. And that was enough of a reason to want it protected, especially when she made friends here.]

[notyourdamngod]

He let the braid fall and watched it slowly un-braid itself from the bottom. Only a couple inches escaped the neat arrangement of hair while the rest of the braid held in place. He separated the abandoned braid with his fingers before brushing it out. He worried that it would get more tangled. His hair was already unruly as it was. Even a simple ponytail couldn’t keep the long bangs away from his face...though they were oddly convenient. He didn’t mind them too much.

Viole looked up, a bit surprised at her question, since normally- “I usually don’t braid it. It was just something I learned a while ago...” He paused for a moment, before hesitantly continuing. “Would you like to try?”

      ღ — While others were good with their hands and good at crafty things, Rin was always more athletic, good at any type of sport you threw at her… Was braiding hair considered a craft? It wasn’t really an artsy thing, but you had to be able to do it with diligence and doing things with accuracy was not really Rin’s thing. She’ll hopefully learn a thing or two from observing, and if the time comes for her to try, hopefully she won’t fuck up too bad. 

      It was interesting to watch someone do something so skillfully, even as simple as braiding hair. She made sure to listen carefully, leaning in with fists balled as she watched with anticipation. You’d think she was watching a horror movie, waiting with suspense. No, she’s just watching a stranger braid his hair, no biggie. With an eager nod of her head, the school idol clapped her hands together, “Hm! I think that seems easy enough, nya! You have so much hair, does it ever get tiring to braid that much?”

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[notyourdamngod]

He tried to ignore her side remarks, though, truth be told, he’d feel more comfortable with her around than not. She was, in fact, his guide and he knew he needed her, especially since they were now outside the Tower. “Where do you live, Hwaryun-ssi?” It was safer knowing where she was in case, well, anything happened. Though he felt no direct malice from the strange man in the video or from the city in general, he was uneasy with the sudden foreignness of everything and felt the situation was much bigger than him.

“Let’s go. We’ll talk on the way.”

『 beyond the Tower 』| intro

❝If you can.❞ Words slip out of her mouth as if reminding the slayer that it may not even be possible to communicate with anyone outside of the city. Retracting her being two steps away from Viole, she glances in a seemingly random direction. Deep crimson optic gazing over the vicinity without a hint of hesitation in her movements; Hwaryun withdrew air to fill her lungs at a lagging pace. 

Thankfully he’s not hopelessly distraught yet. I would think the realization of coming here would immediately bring about concern for his friend’s lives. Well, there’s no use worrying him now. Bringing a forthwith end to her thoughts, Ryun’s attention caught the only important statement spoken by Viole. 

❝District Alpha? Not too far away…❞ Of course, it’d take thirty minutes, and possibly even longer to arrive there. Depending on so many different variables. ❝I could guide you there, Viole. Although, too bad you cannot live in the same district as me.❞ Her last statement possessed a subtle hint of sarcasm. She held no desire to bring him into the desolate loneliness of District Gamma. Three to four steps to the right, accompanied by a glance towards the slayer gazing at the board. ❝Are you ready to travel, or shall I inform you more of this city?❞ If he were to inquire about the city; she would gladly bestow what information she possesses. If he chose to not learn about his surroundings, then all she could believe in was his grandiose capability to survive. After all, this could be his most turbulent environment to date. 

[notyourdamngod]

“...yes.”

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“Can you still see with all that hair in front of your face?”

[notyourdamngod]

Although he had nothing planned for that day, he was already beginning to form some in his head at that very moment. Meals were his main priority. Viole had survived his first couple days in fairly good health despite the lack of food. But that was something he didn’t plan on keeping up for the rest of his time here. Grocery shopping was a must and, while he was at the market, he might as well take care of that now. They must have some normal foods that he could use. Perhaps he'll make cream spaghetti that night, his specialty. The only problem was a facility...his hut thing was definitely not an appropriate location for cooking food, much less for burning a fire.

Ah, he had forgotten that the Tower was not well known, if known at all, around here. “Yes, it’s where I came from.” He wondered what kinds of “worlds” others originated from. Just exactly how big was the universe beyond the Tower? “...where...do you come from?”

“I don’t know much, but I will help where I can. What do you need?”

Chrome continued staring at the box as if expecting the content to jolt and jump out of its confined prison and slither away in to the streets of Sector Five. It was odd how her imagination could run wild at this point. It’s her first time seeing something this disturbing ever. She looked away from  the box and decided not to think about it. They didn’t look like anything that can be cooked, anyways. Not that she’d know. People in the Hive sure have weird appetites. 

Most of her life as Chrome that she had ate nothing but junk foods. It was only then when she went to the future where she had eaten properly but it had stopped abruptly when she went home to her current timeline. Cooking had always been Chrome’s hobby but she had never had the chance to cook properly. Nor had she have the ingredients to do so. Nor… the equipment… Sanitation…

“…Tower?” The word caught her attention. Oh right. Not everyone came from her universe, do they? “Oh, uh… Do you know anything about the markets by any chance…? I c-could use a little help..”

[notyourdamngod]

Viole looked down at his hands once again in light of his inability to produce a baang of Shinsoo. This wasn’t the first time he’d dealt with not being able to manipulate Shinsoo, but somehow, this time it felt like something he wasn’t going to be able to squeeze out of by using the power of the Thorn, another thing they took away from him when he came to this strange place. Something even larger and more powerful was controlling this city and the Slayer candidate wanted to know who, or what, they were.

At that moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned in surprise.

“ID...name? COMP?” Devil Buster? He had no idea what this guy was talking about. Were these things he was supposed to be given when he came here? This person was strange, but almost in a familiar way. Viole could sense that, somehow, he was similar to him. In what way, he did not know.

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This energy. The same energy he had felt on every devil buster he has met on Tokyo, the power to kill gods and demons, it was irradiating on him. 

A slight confused expression was made on his face, if he wasn’t the only one who was trapped here then this means another Devil Busters were trapped in here, good; now he can make contact and investigate the other sectors of this place, much like a Diaspora Raid.

He started to walk towards the other man and raised his hand, touching his shoulder trying to get his attention.

“Devil Buster Akatsuki Toshiro, tell me your ID name and Licence. Also, I need to see your COMP just to be sure. ”

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“Yes...how can I get to District Alpha?”

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“…Lost?”

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This dungeon business sounded like climbing the Tower—

“...four levels...”

—something he is all too familiar with.

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“They brought you back from death?”, he questioned, lips parted slightly in surprise. What insane power did these people have? Did Viole really have any idea who, or rather, what, he was up against? “...no, I don’t.” Besides losing his powers, they took his pocket, too. Without it, he couldn’t call people and most definitely couldn’t contact anyone within the Tower. It seemed that they had taken the Thorn as well...

A fraction of his powers...that could mean that Viole could’ve also been given a portion of his original abilities. He just had to figure out what exactly that portion was. “If I continue interacting with people, they will return all my abilities?” How strange a concept that was. It was like they were forcing people to become friends...friends...he thought back to his position training days when he had to fill out that sheet of names. All the people he met, all of his friends...and now--what was he doing?

“Well, I used to be dead but now I’m not. So the spirit  world if one gets specific.  I take it you don’t have anything with you at the moment? Like anything  to boost your powers and stuff? They take away those stuff too. Annoying isn’t it? Especially to those loner types.”

“Me? They only allow me to use a fraction of my powers, I haven’t been here long enough. Maybe a month or so and with enough talking, you can get more powers.”

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How was he supposed to describe it? Even he didn’t quite understand what it was he manipulated. “It’s...everywhere. In the body, in space...” He tried his best to recall information from his position training years before. “It can be controlled and used for attacks, barriers, and special techniques.”

“You call it that… and what are the properties of this shinsoo.”

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It appeared that she had simply been voicing her inner thoughts and had not expected a response from a stranger such as him, though he, too, was curious about the nature of these boxed beings. Viole limited his interactions with others due to his circumstances, but felt that doing so here outside of the Tower would prove to be more disadvantageous. Maybe they’d both learn something from the streets of this strange city.

He quietly observed a restless creature shaking its box vehemently before it abruptly stopped. It wanted freedom from its physical confinement just as he did from this bizarre location...or rather, did he want to re-imprison himself in the Tower and give up the temporary freedom he gained from being transported here? After all, wasn’t this what he sought, what Urek Mazino twisted his curiosity to? But his heart lied not in freedom but in something more important, something he already had. And he knew it.

...what in the world did this girl eat? Viole couldn’t imagine cooking any of these street-side oddities and truly hoped she didn’t plan on consuming anything here. Though he wasn’t a professional chef, he knew when something was edible or not and given the fact that he was able to take over a certain fiery-headed teammate’s cooking duties and feed the rest of his team safely and healthily, his judgment surely had some substance, if any.

“...I don’t think so...they look like creatures of the Tower...” Shinheuh: the animals that lived and thrived in Shinsoo.

Viole looked up, his eyes softening when he saw her eyepatch, before returning his focus to the intermittently shaking box. “It’s fine. I don’t have anything planned for today.”

Chrome blinked, looking up at him. It seems that she had caught his attention. Maybe she shouldn’t have made such an expression, she felt a little embarrassed now. At least the vendor didn’t notice her apparent reaction to the odd goods being sold.

Multiple tentacles waved up from the wooden box as if waving to its onlookers. It made her a little sick. “I’m not sure either… But..” She looks over at the other various creatures being sold. “Are these things safe to eat…?” Questions, questions, questions. Her curiosity always gets the best of her. But then again, it’s been a long time since she had last cooked something since she spent most of her time eating sweets than proper food. 

“O-Oh, um… I must be taking up your time—”

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“Shinsoo...?”

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“How strange… this unknown energy inside of you.”

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“...Sector oo1.”

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“Inquiry, current sector?”

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He took a moment to untie his hair and think about how he would go about teaching her. Should he simply braid his own hair and show her? That seemed to be the most logical thing to do. But would she understand simple from observing? It was clear that Viole didn’t quite know the logistics of teaching, having spent most of his time filling in the role of the inexperienced. For the Slayer, learning was a matter of first-hand experience. To be injured by a technique, to feel it in pain through your body, was to learn it and be able to execute it only moments after. He didn’t know if that applied to braiding hair (it probably didn’t).

After combing his fingers a few times through the locks that would serve as his demonstration, he divided them into three distinct bundles and brought them over his shoulder so she could see. “…separate three sections…” He then placed the left section over the middle section. “…cross the left over the middle…” He then placed the right section over the old left section. “…then the right over the new middle…” He placed the new left over the old right, new middle section. “…left over new middle…” From there he continued braiding, weaving his fingers through brown strands until he formed an absurdly long braid. Did she get all that? Maybe he went a bit too fast. If not, he still had a lot more hair he could braid to show her.

      ღ — “You’re very welcome!” Long beautiful hair was something Rin always admired on other people, but never saw herself having. She would never take good care of it, and it’d only get in the way. Hence why she didn’t know how to braid hair.

             “Ah? You know how? Perfect! I’d love to learn!”

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“I will contact him when I can.” The man who’d taken the role closest to guardian during his time training in FUG was also one of the few people the Irregular truly trusted in FUG. Although Ha Jinsung was part of the organization that captured and blackmailed him, Viole could not bring himself to hate the man who taught him, refined his skills in battle and in Shinsoo manipulation, and essentially took care of him, sending him clothes and the like (though he could’ve just bought his own). His teacher was a funny man: strong, but also...quite embarrassing.

She was right. Perhaps being outside the Tower was more dangerous than being within. He was still naive in the ways of the Tower but this city proved even more of a challenge with every new piece of information he got. “...the man said something about a board.” He gazed into her single red eye as she drew closer, guilt returning, before turning. He walked swiftly towards the board, located conspicuously outside the room he had just left, and found his housing information. “District Alpha...”

『 beyond the Tower 』| intro

She anticipated his words with a slight smirk painted upon her lips. Would they be of sheer disbelief, or acceptance of the sudden fate once again thrust upon him? Either way, relief was surged within the guide’s mind, content with the fact Viole is still alive. ❝It would seem so, although I’m sure Ahjussi must be terribly worried about you.❞ Of course, who could she else mean, but Ha Jinsung? Honestly, she would not be surprised in the slightest if he somehow stumbled in here.

Upon witnessing the slight shift of his posture, her smile widened without a second’s hesitation. ❝Yes, let’s travel to anywhere, but here. Even if we’re out of the Tower’s clutch, it does not mean we’re anymore safe here than we were there.❞ She welcomed a quiet inhale, accompanied by her exhale. ❝Before we go anywhere, do you know where your housing is, Viole?❞ Hopefully he grew in the perceptive category, instead of being hopelessly clueless. She took two steps closer to him, as if expectant of the a “yes.”

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“Interact with people to...get your powers back?” Did that mean he couldn’t...?

Viole opened his hand palm-up and tried to form a baang of Shinsoo, or any semblance of Shinsoo in its physical form. He couldn’t. What was going on? He stared at his hand and tried again. No good. Was it because he was outside the Tower? But that was impossible. Shinsoo was everywhere. "Do you...have your powers back?"

“Different worlds...” He probably meant those outside the Tower and those inside the Tower...but then again, the stranger wasn’t familiar with the Tower. What did it mean to come from a world? What is a world? “What world do you come from?”

"Who knows, But its one big social experiment for them. Truthfully, it also effects people ability to… care. I mean, when disaster happens, the buildings rebuild themselves, and the people don’t really care for those who are just too normal. And you have to wait a mont to get a cellphone, and than keep interacting with people to get your powers back. Or some of them. Its all confusing."

"Their like world grabbers or something, it would look like it. After all, everyone did came from different worlds."