(by Petrana Sekula)
🐾 Noticing the young lady seemed lost and confused, he took it upon himself to see if he could be of any use. “Um…excuse me, are you alright?”
The magicked shy girl blinked as she was approached, blinking as the boy approached, the magic working it’s way through her, increasing her nervousness, despite being relieved at the offer of help.”U-um… I-I don’t know. I-I can’t find my friends. U-um…A-a-ah…”
The teeny girl, standing beside a salt shaker on a table, no more than four inches high, despite being alone, Yakumo was surprised when she was addressed.
Peering up at the man, she peeped up. “Ah, you’re in this town’s inn. You can see me, even if I’m so tiny?”
"Oh, for the most part, you wouldn’t now! Humans are everywhere now! There are some groups who think that humans and Enterrans shouldn’t be together, but they are small and usually leave people alone. It’s peaceful now."
"Huh. Thank goodness for that I guess…"
"It is. …Um, I’m sorry to ask this and trouble you, but perhaps I could ask for your assistance. You see, I’m normally your size. Do you think you could help me find a way to turn back to normal?"
"I’m not in Mechano City… This is so confusing."
The journey to find the counterpart and to find the remaining feathers of Sakura’s memory were slowly taking a toll on him. The time being spent away from Clow as well as the amount of energy he needs to continuously transcend from dimension to dimension proved to be more unbearable to take. His wounds from the last world haven’t healed a single bit and anymore injuries would require him to rest and mend his wounds and regain his strength. Something that he wouldn’t think about doing anytime soon.
Still, he is reminded as to why he’s here and why he’s doing this. For the sake of recovering her memories despite the events of Tsubasa. The only way for him to return home is for him to recover everything that is lost. He glanced over to see a small photo of him and her together, something he brought with him before he left for his adventure alone. A small tear seeped out of his eye and a slight smile as memories of them flash backed at his mind. He wants to return home, but nevertheless the task was still at hand.
Soon he arrived at the next world. The sky in that world started to rumble as a spell circle covered a good portion of the sky and out emerged Syaoran landing on top of the roofs of the buildings. The first thing he saw, isolation and desolation. He took a good look around, no signs of life whatsoever. No trees, no animals, no plants, no humans.
A post apocalyptic world? he said in his thoughts as he continued to scan the area. Almost reminds me of post-war Tokyo
Yakumo’s gaze was drawn up by the spell circle, the winds kicking up, causing the girl’s hair to tousle about her, her eyes narrowed and focused on the appearance of what seemed to be a person. An Enterran? She was not sure who, her sight still somewhat obstructed.
"Wh…what?" She murmured, finally feeling the turbulent weather die down. As Yakumo’s gaze tried to focus once more on where the circle appeared. Yet, now it had vanished from the sky, but a figure still loomed, her campfire now minuscule.
It only took her a moment to make the decision, standing from her spot and moving away from camp. She could hear her robotic equine beckon after her, but she called back to him, now at the foot of the opposing building. “Hakuba, stay there. I’ll be right back.” Yakumo took hardly any note that she had disobeyed the very rule that her friends had asked of her.
But she stood, peering up at the boy who stood a few stories up from her. “Excuse me!” Yakumo’s voice echoed in the mostly deserted city. “Do you need help getting down?”
2. I’d marry you
3. I’d date you
5. I miss you
6. I’d kiss you
17. I’d hit you with a bus
18. I love you
20. Friends forever
21. Marry me
22. You’re mine
23. I never want to lose you
I’m doing a little test to prove to my friend that most RPers don’t get offended or take it personally if threads get dropped and understand that muses can be fickle or you lose the feel of a thread and that’s okay.