[Her task was done. She’d killed who she’d had to (who’d she’d wanted to), she’d escaped PANDORA’s base...
Only to land herself in another trap. It was the only explanation Hazuki could think of, a Contractor’s abilities surely the only one that could create such an elaborate illusion... crystals, a barren, lunar wasteland... and no way to fulfill her obeisance. The need to sate her contract was tugging at the back of her mind, growing stronger even than the pain from the wounds she’d accumulated in her battle against Genma.
But she’s the only one around- or so it seems. Her mind turns logically to what she can do... and does it. She secures a defensible position wedged against a thick crystal outcrop, she strips her suit jacket and fights the scream of broken ribs in order to apply pressure to the wound on her side, panting softly-
Until a sound, distant, but growing closer, catches her attention. Causes a blink of synchrotron lights to flare up in her eyes, humming back to battle ready in less than a second.
Just a little closer... just a little closer...]
02. THIRD DISTRICT BAR
[It was getting more difficult to come to the conclusion that this was an illusion. The more rational conclusion is fast becoming the one that most people would find ridiculous- That she had somehow been taken to another world, outside of the time and place she had always known.
But after the prophecy, after the mystery of what lay beyond those fake stars... It seemed she had a new set of rules to follow, new terms to learn and to know. Moonblessed. Moonlacing.
If it did provide money, if it did speed healing as she’d been told-]
This seat taken?
[The speaker is dressed in a plain pantsuit that has seen better days, one arm in a sling and standing a bit stiff. Everything about her seems slightly stiff, taking features that could have been a fine example of classic Japanese beauty and turning them just a bit too cold, a bit too serious.
Brusque as the question is, when those words could be said far friendlier, far more sensually... a hand lands on the back of an empty seat at the bar of a third district establishment, waiting for permission from the woman (or easily-mistaken-for-a-woman man) she addresses.]
03. THE HUGBUG CURSE
[What need had she for giant pumpkins? (Very phallic gourds, to boot, a disgusting addition to an already strange item.) What need had she for strange creatures who pleaded for her attention like children?
So Hazuki ignores the one that tries to entertain her, brushing past it and seemingly uncaring for its feelings as the hugbug begins to tremble in upset-
And tears form in her eyes.
She stops outside the patch dead still, uncaring in that moment if she is blocking the way for those trying to enter, if others have noticed the wailing hugbug behind her...
Hazuki Mina | Darker than Black
[Her task was done. She’d killed who she’d had to (who’d she’d wanted to), she’d escaped PANDORA’s base...
Only to land herself in another trap. It was the only explanation Hazuki could think of, a Contractor’s abilities surely the only one that could create such an elaborate illusion... crystals, a barren, lunar wasteland... and no way to fulfill her obeisance. The need to sate her contract was tugging at the back of her mind, growing stronger even than the pain from the wounds she’d accumulated in her battle against Genma.
But she’s the only one around- or so it seems. Her mind turns logically to what she can do... and does it. She secures a defensible position wedged against a thick crystal outcrop, she strips her suit jacket and fights the scream of broken ribs in order to apply pressure to the wound on her side, panting softly-
Until a sound, distant, but growing closer, catches her attention. Causes a blink of synchrotron lights to flare up in her eyes, humming back to battle ready in less than a second.
Just a little closer... just a little closer...]
02. THIRD DISTRICT BAR
[It was getting more difficult to come to the conclusion that this was an illusion. The more rational conclusion is fast becoming the one that most people would find ridiculous- That she had somehow been taken to another world, outside of the time and place she had always known.
But after the prophecy, after the mystery of what lay beyond those fake stars... It seemed she had a new set of rules to follow, new terms to learn and to know. Moonblessed. Moonlacing.
If it did provide money, if it did speed healing as she’d been told-]
This seat taken?
[The speaker is dressed in a plain pantsuit that has seen better days, one arm in a sling and standing a bit stiff. Everything about her seems slightly stiff, taking features that could have been a fine example of classic Japanese beauty and turning them just a bit too cold, a bit too serious.
Brusque as the question is, when those words could be said far friendlier, far more sensually... a hand lands on the back of an empty seat at the bar of a third district establishment, waiting for permission from the woman (or easily-mistaken-for-a-woman man) she addresses.]
03. THE HUGBUG CURSE
[What need had she for giant pumpkins? (Very phallic gourds, to boot, a disgusting addition to an already strange item.) What need had she for strange creatures who pleaded for her attention like children?
So Hazuki ignores the one that tries to entertain her, brushing past it and seemingly uncaring for its feelings as the hugbug begins to tremble in upset-
And tears form in her eyes.
She stops outside the patch dead still, uncaring in that moment if she is blocking the way for those trying to enter, if others have noticed the wailing hugbug behind her...
Because Contractors don’t cry.
So why- Why are there warm tears on her cheeks?]