Post by Rinako on Jan 5, 2024 12:03:26 GMT -5
"XVI: Ode of the Storm" "Tempest forge fate's path" As the Sadala Capital hummed with life around her, Rinako stood amidst the bustling streets, her red hair catching glimpses of the sun's rays filtering through the vibrant, towering structures. The city's mosaic of sounds enveloped her; the chatter of locals haggling at nearby market stalls, the rhythmic clinking of utensils in street-side eateries, and the distant echoes of crowds traversing the sprawling metropolis. Each scent carried a story of its own, mingling together to form a symphony of aromas that wafted through the air, adding layers to the rich tapestry of the new world she found herself in. Caught in this whirlwind of new sights, Rinako couldn't help but feel the weight of her foreignness. This place, so different from Earth, overwhelmed her senses with its exotic sights and unfamiliar customs. The stagnant colors of Sadala's buildings and banners clashed against the backdrop of her thoughts, painting a vivid yet bewildering canvas before her. Amidst her contemplation, a tantalizing aroma drifted towards her, a potent blend of spices and grilled meat, teasing her senses. Her stomach echoed the invitation, a low rumble betraying her hunger. With an impish grin, Rinako found herself drawn to a nearby street vendor's stand, where skewers of meats sizzled over an open flame. The taste, vastly different from the flavors of Earth, possessed a distinct gaminess that tingled her taste buds, eliciting a subtle wag of her tails in contentment. Though her striking appearance might draw curious glances from passersby, Rinako had grown accustomed to such attention back on Earth, where her Tenko heritage often sparked inquiries. As she savored the exotic flavors, Rinako's mind wandered, the silence of her inner voice, a respite from the devil's whispers that often haunted her, leaving an unnerving void. The absence, though welcomed, struck a disconcerting chord within her, prompting an unexpected pang of longing for the familiar comfort of her inner companion's voice. Dropping a few coins onto the vendor's palm in exchange for a savory skewer, Rinako's attention veered toward the ruckus unfolding across the street. Her sharp, crimson eyes fixated on the commotion, an eruption of heated voices over some drink of some kind, and flailing fists that gradually escalated. The spectacle drew her in, her natural curiosity piqued by the raw energy of conflict. As the skirmish intensified, her gaze lingered, a mere spectator to the brewing turmoil. However, the moment the scuffle turned physical, a crimson droplet staining the pavement, a chill raced down her spine. The sight of blood jolted her back to the memories of that devil. With a subtle shake of her head, Rinako tore her gaze away from the altercation, a shiver lingering in the recesses of her being. Determined not to be further drawn into the chaos unfolding before her, she redirected her focus to the skewered meat in her hand. Its flavors, rich and tantalizing, served as a welcome distraction from the unsettling scene she had momentarily witnessed. The savoriness of the snack did wonders to anchor her thoughts, and with each satisfying bite, she resumed her leisurely stroll through the streets for whatever trouble was yet to await. WC: 524 Base PL: 51,000 Active PL: 204,000 HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250% KP: X/6 MP: X/6 OOC Notes/Items Used: Anti-Sense: Active One Tail (x4) |