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[shred_the_sky]

[ There is a new feather in the town today--he looks like a new arrival, at least, what's with the clueless look on his face. He had the luck of arriving with his clothes nearby, at least - a sleeveless black turtleneck and black hakama emblazoned with the ornament of a raging sea. For someone who had just arrived to an unfamiliar place, he doesn't

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[shred_the_sky]

[Being stared at for so long is bound to catch his attention; back in the city he has come to call home, being given that much attention was next to impossible.]

[Ironically, the person staring at him looks more like something from his home than anyone else he had run into so far. So he stops and cants his head back, his expression rapidly changing for a more curious one.

It's almost like he's asking a silent question. What is it?]

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Hello.

[He doesn't wave in response, mostly because he's not sure if he should. So much about this situation is strange that normal things like this one stand out even more.

Still, he can't help but point out one thing.]

You're different from everyone else here.

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Aether.

[He has his share of questions, but he figures he should get this out of the way.]

You were staring. Did you need something?

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[Just curious. So their situations are somewhat similar.

He hesitates for a moment, but finally nods in response. His hand reaches up to rub on the side of his neck in discomfort.]

It's... different.

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The wings aren't what bothers me...

[In the end, wings are nothing more than feathery appendages. They may be necessary in this place. What truly bothers him is...]

This place is alive.

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Yes.

[He pauses for a few moments, as if trying to let that sink in.]

Strangest I have seen in my life.

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It's...

[Now that he thinks about it, it is difficult to describe or explain. Why is his world the way it is? He still doesn't know. If only he came into this place a little bit later...

But then, he has no room to worry about yesterday anymore. So he folds his arms on his chest and begins to think.]

I wouldn't call it a world. Dead End is just a city.

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Just a city at the edge of the universe. [Pause.] That is what I've been told.

[He could be wrong. Even if they spoke to him, the phantoms could have been not worth trusting. Still, he had to believe in something. For now, this was good enough.]

Yes, actually. I'm missing my weapon.