It has been almost three weeks since Ether fully awakened into this world.
Three weeks and he already found himself not liking anything about it. Bleak city streets, idle warfare concealed in shadows and the familiar, cliche and utterly ridiculous inability of magic and technology to get along. He soon found himself haunting the streets, alone and borderline apathetic.
In this world, where something happened every hour, he found himself unable to discover a single hint about her location
( ... )
Everywhere she looks, it's cybered garbage. Her lips curl a little in disgust at the state of the people of Chicago, and she's about to return to her body when she glances at a corner and freezes. It's as clear as day and almost horrifying to see that monster of an aura amongst these people in the bar.
At first she has to make herself believe that this isn't a pair of spirits playing games with her astral vision. Mei-Xing checks to make sure her meat body is unmolested for now, and then guides herself down to 'sit' across from this new discovery.
It's somewhat in the shape of a man, but the aura reveals it to be much closer to that of some kind of dracoform. Some kind of wings that seemed to be purely mana in nature, horns, immense potential... But there are no reports of dragons near Chicago that Mei-Xing's aware of, and it doesn't seem powerful enough to be a great dragon. But, oddly, despite his high resonance on the astral plane, his body seems filled with cybertechnology
( ... )
For another few seconds, his gaze remains focused on the pendant. His eyelids narrow a bit, the gold of his pupils turning a rich green as shadows gather around the edges. There is a distinct sense of distance in the way he carries himself, as if he's been thinking of something truly important him for a very long moment.
Then his gaze focuses and, moments later, Mei-Xing finds him staring her with a hint of curiosity in his expression. So he was noticed by someone... who?
"I'm not from around here," he speaks with a tired sigh as his hand lowers and tucks the cross into the front of his shirt, leaving it to dangle around his neck. His attention was focused on her now, a dull and strangely responsible look for a youthful face. "I came here about a week and a half ago in search of someone. Haven't found a thing."
He blinks once, seems to consider something and finally allows himself a very faint smile.
"You don't sound like someone from around these parts either."
She watches his eyes carefully, noting how they changed color so smoothly. As far as she knew, cybereyes didn't react like that. But it was definitely an unnatural eye color, for a human. Maybe a SURGE victim? He seems young for it, but it could explain his horns and the eyes readily enough.
She nods, accepting his story for now. Judging from how he was staring at his trinket, it could have been the truth. She'd gather more information as they spoke. "I am having little luck with my searches as well."
Mei-Xing gives him a short nod, to show he was correct. "My name is Mei-Xing. I come from Hong Kong, not this..." She glances around at the drunks and the young gangers filling the bar and shakes her head a bit. "...Place." After a moment, she shifts her gaze back to the curious young man in front of her, and gestures to the seat across from him. "May I sit?"
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Three weeks and he already found himself not liking anything about it. Bleak city streets, idle warfare concealed in shadows and the familiar, cliche and utterly ridiculous inability of magic and technology to get along. He soon found himself haunting the streets, alone and borderline apathetic.
In this world, where something happened every hour, he found himself unable to discover a single hint about her location ( ... )
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At first she has to make herself believe that this isn't a pair of spirits playing games with her astral vision. Mei-Xing checks to make sure her meat body is unmolested for now, and then guides herself down to 'sit' across from this new discovery.
It's somewhat in the shape of a man, but the aura reveals it to be much closer to that of some kind of dracoform. Some kind of wings that seemed to be purely mana in nature, horns, immense potential... But there are no reports of dragons near Chicago that Mei-Xing's aware of, and it doesn't seem powerful enough to be a great dragon. But, oddly, despite his high resonance on the astral plane, his body seems filled with cybertechnology ( ... )
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Then his gaze focuses and, moments later, Mei-Xing finds him staring her with a hint of curiosity in his expression. So he was noticed by someone... who?
"I'm not from around here," he speaks with a tired sigh as his hand lowers and tucks the cross into the front of his shirt, leaving it to dangle around his neck. His attention was focused on her now, a dull and strangely responsible look for a youthful face. "I came here about a week and a half ago in search of someone. Haven't found a thing."
He blinks once, seems to consider something and finally allows himself a very faint smile.
"You don't sound like someone from around these parts either."
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She nods, accepting his story for now. Judging from how he was staring at his trinket, it could have been the truth. She'd gather more information as they spoke. "I am having little luck with my searches as well."
Mei-Xing gives him a short nod, to show he was correct. "My name is Mei-Xing. I come from Hong Kong, not this..." She glances around at the drunks and the young gangers filling the bar and shakes her head a bit. "...Place." After a moment, she shifts her gaze back to the curious young man in front of her, and gestures to the seat across from him. "May I sit?"
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