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A nightmare, or at least it felt like one. That was the trouble with dreams. When you woke up, any concrete memories and specifics tended to be mostly forgotten and what remained were the feelings and emotions. Well, there was at least one detail that stood out: an otherworldly voice that was calling for help. Mirai gently rubbed her eyes as she slowly sat up. She was sweating slightly. A glistening bead would trickle down her cheek as she glanced around and her vision adjusted to the unfamiliar scenery. It wasn't her room and she was not alone.

Standing up and dusting herself off, she realized she was still in her sleepwear: a loose comfy white top revealing her bare shoulders and light blue sleep shorts. Sadly her slippers didn't seem to have come along with her, nor did she have a hair tie for her usual side ponytail and so she would be sporting her uncommon hair down hairdo. As for other essentials, she was practically empty-handed except for three of her Pokemon, three strange round things that she assumed were kind of like Pokeballs, and a bracelet with a gem stone of sorts. Almost immediately when her eyes gazed upon the stone a memory of a memory jolted in her head about a pose and a powerful move. It was a strange thing to remember considering their current situation and so she wondered if there was some sort of significance.

A brief survey of her fellow spirited away souls would yield the realization that she was the youngest present, or at least it looked that way. In other words there was no need for her to play the part of the mature elder. Surely these responsible and dependable adults had more experience in these sorts of happenings. So for now she decided that she would keep her thoughts to herself and try to gravitate to whoever stepped up to be the "leader" of this event. That would be the most logical step to get things done efficiently right? Figuring out the best person who would direct everyone else.

There were a couple of familiar people she had bumped into in the past. One was a man whom she recognized to be a ranger. Already that was very promising. It didn't sound like he knew where they were or what exactly was going on, but they could probably count on him in terms of survival strategy. The other was a woman whom she recognized from the incident in the tower, though they never got the chance for introductions before things went south. Mirai did remember that she helped out with getting people to safety too so presumably that meant she was reliable too. She seemed to have some idea what was going on but the details were rather vague. Unless no one else knew anything, it seemed they would need to do some much needed investigation to shed further light on how and why the people present were taken there.

She looked on in the distance at the temple which every fiber of her being was telling her to go to. Was everyone else getting the same feeling? It was strange for sure, but she wouldn't bring it up unless no one else did. For now it seemed people were gathering around to pool what they knew so she would follow along silently until she was addressed or asked to speak.

tl;dr - Woke up. Looked around. Maintained chill. Checked belongings. Recognized some people. Assumed people were gathering around and silently joined in.

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like a wasted zombie i stumble

[attr="class","nfbox"]like a wasted zombie he'd awoken. the sound of the ocean sea, the cry of rustling leaves. the soft, grit-like texture of the sand cowering in the palm of his hand. the shuffling of his other hand coming to realize that he, no longer, was within the inn he'd been staying in. the burned corpse arose with a lazy, narrow gaze to gather his surrounding as he'd sat up.

upon his person he'd wear the following: a long-sleeve, white tunic shirt. on the right there was a sleeve hiding the burn of his forearm and only showing his hand, whereas on the left there was no sleeve and merely the entirety of his left arm was naked and exposed. upon his bottom wear did he, too, adorn nothing more than a pair of black gym shorts with the following in his pockets: three respective pokeball and two syringes. he'd forgotten to place his virus ball capsule within the pocket, therefore that was not on his person. as for footwear? he had only a pair of black sandals caressing his feet.

the last thing zombie remembered was falling asleep within a chair and not upon his bed, hence the sandals. though, what he didn't remember, was having an odd object upon his left wrist. he stood analyzing the scenery before him some more, before coming late into the conversation at hand. zombie suspected this was the folktale that woman spoke of; therefore, he kept quite as his right hand remained within the depths of his pockets shuffling the needles about. a lazy stare drifted from person to person as he began to integrate himself among the group.

once in he'd come, at the last minute, to notice what Azad said to Mirai Soleil . "waaaaah, scaryyyyy..." he lazily, and monotonously, said. covering his mouth in a playful manner only to add right after, "we have a pervert here everyone, waaaaah~." zombie playfully spoke as his hand idly flailed. directing his gleeful smile toward another individual, it wasn't until he'd frozen up to lock eyes with a familiar face of the law: Frederick Ferdinand . "ah..." he yelped. a gaze locked on with the officer of the law. "yo, officer do-little. what bring's you on this island adventure, still stalkin' me as per usual?" zombie poked fun at, a tongue sticking out as he slothfully waved toward the male.

tl;dr awoke without worry of his surrounding. called Azad a closeted, or rather openly, pervert for touching Mirai Soleil and proclaiming he'd protect her. surprised by Frederick Ferdinand's appearance, he then proceeds to call him officer do-little and make fun of him and how he's stalking the poor lad.

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