Walk to seek the answers I can't find
Who: Naoto Shirogane and OPEN
What: Trying to work out just exactly where she is
Where: The streets of Promenade
When: Day
Warnings: Nothing of note
Naoto strode purposefully through the streets of the unfamiliar city. She wasn't sure where she was going, exactly, but she was determined she would find an answer for her predicament. An answer for why she had awoken in an unfamiliar room, granted nothing save for a communication device that certainly wasn't her own - it looked familiar but the broadcasts certainly weren't - a mask, and a note which raised far more questions than it answered. A King and Queen who weren't to be trusted; an anonymous writer who had left no trail to follow for those who would be inclined to learn more. And, of course, the mirror which clearly reflected the surroundings she had expected to see when she had first awoken. It all held the makings of quite the mystery and one Naoto was determined to get to the bottom of.
And so she had left the room she had woken in, taking note of the building number before she began her quest for information. The letter was safely tucked into her pocket; her mask dangled loosely by her side as she held it. She could feel judgmental eyes on her as she passed groups of masked citizens but paid them little heed - if they were afraid to show themselves, that was on them not her. She saw nothing to be afraid of, especially when all she wanted was to find someone who could answer her questions. And if there was trouble, she at least had her trusty firearm to hand. That, in this moment of uncertainty, was at least one thing to put her mind more at ease. Hopefully before long it would be accompanied by the reassurance of definite answers pointing towards a means to get back to her own world - or at the very least, towards an explanation of where she was that would make some kind of sense. All she needed was to find the right person and ask the right questions - and she would roam these streets for as long as it took to accomplish her goal.
What: Trying to work out just exactly where she is
Where: The streets of Promenade
When: Day
Warnings: Nothing of note
Naoto strode purposefully through the streets of the unfamiliar city. She wasn't sure where she was going, exactly, but she was determined she would find an answer for her predicament. An answer for why she had awoken in an unfamiliar room, granted nothing save for a communication device that certainly wasn't her own - it looked familiar but the broadcasts certainly weren't - a mask, and a note which raised far more questions than it answered. A King and Queen who weren't to be trusted; an anonymous writer who had left no trail to follow for those who would be inclined to learn more. And, of course, the mirror which clearly reflected the surroundings she had expected to see when she had first awoken. It all held the makings of quite the mystery and one Naoto was determined to get to the bottom of.
And so she had left the room she had woken in, taking note of the building number before she began her quest for information. The letter was safely tucked into her pocket; her mask dangled loosely by her side as she held it. She could feel judgmental eyes on her as she passed groups of masked citizens but paid them little heed - if they were afraid to show themselves, that was on them not her. She saw nothing to be afraid of, especially when all she wanted was to find someone who could answer her questions. And if there was trouble, she at least had her trusty firearm to hand. That, in this moment of uncertainty, was at least one thing to put her mind more at ease. Hopefully before long it would be accompanied by the reassurance of definite answers pointing towards a means to get back to her own world - or at the very least, towards an explanation of where she was that would make some kind of sense. All she needed was to find the right person and ask the right questions - and she would roam these streets for as long as it took to accomplish her goal.