Description: Howard Rust takes a break from his questionable survey of the vortex gathering around the Grand Ise Shrine, ostensibly to stretch his legs and maybe breathe slightly fresher air. Mimiru Kasagi happens along with the desire to see this space-time anomaly herself after coming to relative peace about the reappearance of her dead breather in her life, in hopes that maybe, together, everyone can do something about whatever will come next. The two have a bit of a chat across a strip of largely evacuated buildings of indeterminate nature in the tense atmosphere of the city of Ise.
The city of Ise in Japan's Mie prefecture was already a happening place because of the vortex activity. Well, before that it was the home of the Grand Shrine and was plenty famous for that, but now it's famous for some newer, more topical, and utterly frightening reasons. The color of the sky is as such that determining an exact time of day becomes difficult to point out, in such close proximity to the great phenomena that continues to defy explanation other than 'really almost certainly related to everything that's happened.'
Especially according to a guy who, in a fit of desperation and grasping for purpose, decided to invite himself past the barricades to meditate on the whole matter, write what is likely a bunch of nonsense, and get that published around the world in hopes that someone, anyone might be able to step forth and help put it all together so they can go about fixing this mess... but are these hopes in vain?
Finding it increasingly difficult to breathe so close to it, Howard's backed away for a while. There's hardly anything resembling 'a proper hotel' or 'any commerce, really' given that a great big gash in time, space, and who knows what else is said to still be steadily growing from the epicenter of the famed Shinto shrines. The best he can get is 'I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head,' and that... he does.
The historical city grows ever closer to becoming a ghost town in the wake of the unease that radiates from the thing that defies all logical explanation beyond the grasping of straws, and one Howard Rust is a lonely intrusion to a mostly abandoned buildings that were probably storefronts... or maybe some museums? It's not much for sightseeing. The air is uncomfortably still even with the vortex whipping and twisting about a long ways away. It's as though time itself were coming to a halt, and that one's movements defy the stillness of it.
The roads being completely empty save for the occasional military vehicle (or occasional press-related folks... what they claim to be, anyway), Howard walks along the asphalt, shoulders slumped, one knee being especially full of pops and creaks as he exhales out through his nose loudly. A cough soon follows to further sully the scene of its tranquility in lack of sound, movement, or much of any life at all.
How does one clear their head by giving this sort of place a stroll? Nothing about this venture invites a sense of security, peace, or warmth.
The only connection Mimiru had with those space-time anomaly was her brother, Jiro, who came back from the dead. A scorching memory of a wound that refused to heal to haunt her like a curse, or a blessing that gives her a second chance to be with the one she loves the most?
No one knows for sure where life will bring you, and the path set before her was a very tortuous one.. One she treaded on carefully and led her to the unknown. Thanks to the many contacts Mimiru possess, she has managed to find a way to reach the city of Ise. Most people were fleeing from there, but after all she had heard, she felt like this place might hold some of the answers she had been seeking..
Answers that she was doubting more and more she wanted to know.
Mimiru had been wandering in the city aimlessly, assessing the various anomalies caused by the nearby vortex. It was the first time she had to deal with this and those supernatural phenomena and it was... Impressive and frightening to say the least. Mimiru stared at everything new she saw with a bit of awe, trying to make some sense out of it but she couldn't...
Mimiru exploses this ghost town on her rollerblades. She felt at ease on them and was able to venture around much faster than way. Rust might hear Mimiru growing closer, the wheels grinding against the asphalt announcing her arrival. A very rare sound that echoes through the silent town and grows louder as Mimiru approaches.
When the girl turns a corner and appears in sight, she notices the thoughtful figure of Rust. Mimiru slows down and frowns. She lifts one hand up to rub some dust from her goggles, to have a better view at that person. Hopefully she's not getting in trouble here. She straightens herself up and stares at him from a distance, "Human or ghost?" Mimiru asks with a playful intonation, lips curling into a wide grin. She lifts her hands up over the goggles, to lift them up over her head.
To the sound of rollerblades screeching across the asphalt, the aging man's head turns over his shoulder. It is the sort of sound he wouldn't expect to hear in a time and place such as this. Someone in a hurry, but lacking their bike? He stops in his tracks as he catches sight of the shadowed figure just around the bend.
How does she manage a smile in this... air?
"Uhh, human," he responds, as if trying to work up some sort of humor behind it but not quite getting there. He rolls one of his shoulders to relieve a kink that tries to settle within there, and said kink stands its ground. (Perhaps, stands its shoulder?) He winces as he continues to flex it out.
"Why, have you, ah... have you seen 'em?" He asks, as though now suddenly preoccupied with the idea that there may be a ghost dinosaur possibly on the loose as he breaks eye contact to look over his other shoulder elsewhere. "I mean, uh, after... after a, a lot of things, that's... that's not... much of a question... is it."
Some things refuse to change in life : no matter how dire things were, Mimiru constantly tries to look at the bright side of things. While her remark might seems carefree, it was more of a way to lighten the mood.
Mimiru steadies herself on her wheels and she shakes her hands at Rust as she notices a certain uneasiness, "Oh-eh, no, no, that was just a joke!" Mimiru replies with a soft chuckle, "This place is so empty.. Like everyone disappeared or something. Not that I can blame them, there's something about this place that gives me the creeps,"
Mimiru slowly rolls closer to Rust, glancing up at him, "You're Howard Rust, are you...?" Mimiru asks as she gauges him, "The name's Mimiru, Mimiru Kasagi," Her lips curl into a bright smile.
Howard just points a thumb all the way in the distance in the vague direction the vortex is in. He's become pretty certain that despite it having held its position (while expanding), he could swear sometimes that his sense of direction is being... warped, like his exact directional orientation to the thing is becoming less and less certain as time goes on.
He looks the part of a man who seems a bit lost even without all this time-space window dressing to pile it on the salad of uncertainty, even as Mimiru puts on her cheer in the face of everything that would ask otherwise of those around it. He grunts quietly at the admission of it being a joke, rubbing a hand against the side of his head, those gloved fingers against... that... horrible thing nobody should ever want to willingly touch even with gloves on.
"Y-Yeah, that's, that's me," he shouldn't be surprised people know who he is, and isn't, as he thinks to extend a hand to shake hers... but remembering where he is, just bows his head in the proper greeting, "and you're--"
She answers before he can finish that. Mimiru Kasagi, Kasagi like...
"Uh, l-look, I, I hope I'm not being, ah, presumptuous," he says as he rights himself up, clearing his throat, "'scuse me," he pats his chest, "but, ah... would you happen to know a--"
She probably knows exactly who he's about to ask the name of.
The pink haired woman approaches Rust on her rollerblades, arching her right foot backward to slow down to an halt in front of him once she has closed the distance between them.
Mimiru arches a brow as Rust clears his throat. She knows exactly who he is talking about : "Jiro Kasagi?" She asks, waiting to see Rust's reaction to make sure this is who he was talking about.
Her smile fades into a more serious and stern expression. He was one of the reason why she was here and somehow, she's not surprised Rust would talk of him to her.
She nods her head slowly, "Jiro was my brother," Mimiru says, "Did you know him before his death?" Mimiru asks, tilting her head to one side, "He... Had quite a reputation and a name for himself before his death..." Her lips curl into a gentle smile.
Is he that easy to read, he wonders internally and externally with those slightly wider eyes of his? (Yes.)
The quick shift in her mood seems duly noted for his part as he straightens out his back to stand up that much straighter as she starts to shed a bit more light on the man of the hour of years ago. He shakes his head slowly not immediately after the 'knowing him before his death' thing, but after the mention of reputation.
"I, I heard the name, uh... Stray Dog of Southtown, some such," and that something had happened to this 'Stray Dog' but not so much 'Jiro,' as a certain someone had to point out to him specifically the exact nature of why Jiro being around at all was an example of time and space falling apart, but, "n-no, I... I didn't know him, ah, personally..."
He lets his words trail off. If this is who he thinks it is in regards to Jiro himself, it's, he gathers, probably a very prickly situation to speak up about - even with her little smile, he seems a bit at a loss as to say much of anything about it to immediate family.
Stray Dog of Southtown. It makes Mimiru smiles and laughs gently, "That was the name he had in his youth, yes..." Mimiru says with a soft sigh. This was the Jiro of the past though, Jiro in his teenage..
Not the Jiro Mimiru fondly remembers...
But it was the Jiro that returned form the past, the Jiro of the present.
Mimiru can only guess, if this man talks to her about his brother but did not know him personally, that she had encountered the other Jiro, the Stray Dog of Southtown, "Even if my brother is dead, the boy you must have met was clearly Jiro... The Stray Dog of Southtown, when he was about seventeen years old..."
Mimiru lowers her gaze and shakes her head slowly, "... That's part of the reasons why I am here, actually," The girl admits, "I can't understand any of this, but, I'm sure he might play a major role in the unfolding events. I don't know why but, there has to be a reason why he is here.."
The aging American man remains positively... sullen? (Negatively sullen?) Where she is laughs and smiles over reminiscing, he still looks the part of a man who appears entirely out of his depth - this is not a situation he's ever personally been in, one he can't relate. The idea of someone having died and come back after one may have accepted their passing and moved on... where does one even begin?
"I... I dunno why he just, kinda... skipped a couple years, showed up," Howard finally speaks up as she speculates as to the reason he may be here, "he, ah, he looked... pretty confused when I, ah, when I picked him up off the streets when, when Mt. Fuji was, like, barfing ash."
He remembers that, too. The young man's confusion about what year it was, and... that weird individual that jumped on his car hood, but, that part is neither here nor the--
Actually, come to think of it, maybe it is, as he nods his head once, looking over his shoulder to the distant sounds of some other military vehicle going by some other distant road that can only be heard because these streets have become so, well, quiet! Quiet, aside from the lively chatter of a younger sister in the presence of a brother brought back, and an aging American man who seems about at the end of his rope on a lot of things.
"There's... there's some, some really nasty people," that's putting it very, very lightly, one of his knees locking up at the thought of when he believed it was a great idea to try and lift Mukai and completely destroy his legs for good under the weight of the feat, "seems like, like... like they really had it out for him, but,"
But?
"I've... I've done my best to keep him safe, uh," then where is he, one might ask, "at least, up 'til... 'til earlier when, ah, when I made my way here," he winces aloud, as though wondering if maybe he should've brought Jiro along if his sister were going to show up here, looking around and back over his shoulder again as though wondering if he will magically appear to save him from this awkward circumstance.
They could spend hours debating on what exactly happened, but in the end it wouldn't change a thing. This Jiro was around and there was nothing they could do about it. Mimiru manages to talk of this situation in all serenity now, but this serenity must have been hard earned. She had been through a lot to be able to accept this fact and to accept how things are now.
"I have to thank you then... Indirectly, for helping my brother then," Mimiru says with a nod, "And.. Probably apologize for him as well. Jiro has always had trouble accepting other's help.." She admits. She lifts her hand up to Rust, to pat his shoulder gently, "Thank you.. For watching over him. The only thing I can do now is offer you my help for what is to come next, I suppose. If there is anything I can do..."
Mimiru glances off the distance where Rust pointed earlier. She did not get any closer than this to the vortex, but she believes this might be the place where they might find some answers eventually to this whole thing.
Mimiru gives a shrug and she says, "Jiro's here with me, I've just went up ahead to scout the area.. I'll go fetch him back later on," Mimiru admits. She grins and then adds, "Meh, you know... Kasagis are magnets for trouble, he's always getting in way over his head.. I'm just glad there were some people around to give him a hand and keep him in one piece when I wasn't around.."
Howard accepts the touch on the shoulder with nary a flinch or looking further away - the sincerity of thanks in watching over for one's brother who ought to be dead (and is), but now isn't... he nods his head a few times, as if to say something along the lines of 'well, next time we catch up I'll make sure he's still okay,' but this gets dashed the moment she mentions he's with her.
"Is he?" He looks relieved - he was afraid that he might've had to go looking for him again soon, not that he feels like he ought to be wandering far from here. Help from those who might really know - or have the key - to taking care of this vortex and/or whatever is inside, what may come out of it... they could come at any minute.
"L-Let's just say," he says as he holds up a hand as she goes on a tangent about Kasagis being trouble magnets, "I, uh... 'm not proud of, ah, the fact I kinda just... stumble into... uh, trouble, either."
Case in point, he might have been the very first person Jiro encountered since he reappeared... but he hasn't taken the time to really map out a timeline of events with Jiro in question to make this claim, but the potential of this being true is probably still a valid point.
"Enough about my brother though," Mimiru says to close the matter. It was a delicate matter and she didn't want to impose her personal trouble to Rust. Nor make him more uneasy than he already seemed to be about the subject. She might be wrong, but she associated his stammer with the touchy subject the were discussing.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," Mimiru says with concern about the pat she just gave him. Rust had the built of a tough guy but he was also getting old and his mention of running into trouble, "Are you injuried? You seem like your body aches all over..." There were few hints of his pain, but he was managing to conceal it well enough nonethless. Maybe it was nothing.
"Jiro and I will try to give out a hand with whatever problem there can be... We're not exactly the brainy type, but if it things need to get physical.." Mimiru says, lips curling into a gentle smirk as she cracks her knuckles, "We can handle ourselves a bit..." Despite her offer, her intonation seemed to lack the confidence and belief that she might be of some use. She had the conviction she had to come here, but after all she has seen she is unsure what to do next though.
"Why were you roaming in this ghost town anyway..? Looking for something in particular?" Mimiru
"Hurt? N-Nah, no," he rolls his shoulder, and the kink gives way at last to that horrible popping noise that he is a veritable fountain of. Aching, stubborn joints, tired bones, lungs that have probably suffered from serious damage thanks to being in proximity of so much volcanic dust for so long without proper protection (not that the protection he had after that gas mask got demolished was, uh, really all that adequate). "'ve dealt with, ah, with all that for... years, now."
He doesn't seem nearly as tough as the rumors and stories might suggest, even with his very strong build, but then again... books, covers... or maybe he has a really good publicist on payroll. One never knows any more.
He nods along as Mimiru mentions about giving a hand to whatever the issues may or may not be. It's hard to say he's ever relieved of much, but the thought - however much it may matter when it seems so much can't quite be explained or done away with by one's own two hands, or anyone's for that matter - counts for plenty.
"'s appreciated," he wheezes out as he coughs again, "'scuse me," he says as he pats himself in the chest again as the conversation segues into why he's milling about, "I, I just needed a walk, been kinda... uh... meditating, a bunch, near the, the vortex," he says as he points in its vague direction with a thumb. "But, but I'm not... I'm not that great at... at chi stuff."
He's learned a lot about how to draw it and express it. He's felt the subtleties here and there in environments as time went on, but to try and put that into word? It's really a wonder the press - or any government - would have given him the time of day were he not, well, himself. How much use could that really have been for anyone?
"It's, ah... it's hard for me to, to breathe there," he says as he tries to take in a deep breath to remember that he's no longer there and he doesn't quite feel that incredible pressure bearing down upon him... as much. His lips don't seem to be indicative of any upward or downward climb in mood. Almost static... or maybe there's some nerve damage. Hard to say.
"'m just... clearin' my head, takin' a walk, hoping... y'know, the world's not 'bout to, ah, blow up on us, that... that sorta thing," he mutters along.
His coughs and the way his joints and bones cracked audibly, it felt like Rust had more mileage under his belt that Mimiru first thought. Her expression softens a little with empathy.
Mimiru listens carefully to Rust and she nods her head, "Jiro and I know a thing or two abuot chi... We're not expert on the matter, but we're able to manifest, feel and instinctively understand some of it..." As if to prove her point, Mimiru lifts her right hand up and she concentrates for a second before a gentle white flame flares up from her hand, engulfing her hand and flickering gently.
Mimiru tightens her hand into a fist, causing the flamme to fade away just as abruptly as it came. She lowers her gaze a bit and says, "We both learned this from someone who had bad ambitions for both of us. He might have been able to help more with the matter but..." Mimiru lets her words trailing off, wondering how much of help this man could truly be.
She lowers her hand down and adds, glancing back at Rust, "And Jiro's control over his chi is... At best, unstable right now so..." Mimiru gives Rust a weak smile, as if to compensate for all of this, "Which means I guess there's just me in the end, eh..."
Mimiru rolls to the side nimbly, circling to get to Rust's side, "I didn't want to stop your stroll though, we can walk... Is this where you're staying right now? Seems like everyone has left the island..." She glances around and adds, "What with everything weird around I can understand but still.."
The gentle white flame sees his undivided focus. It's a lot like the ones he's seen Jiro utilize - there is a slow, more subtle nod at mention and motion of this alike. It's always kind of frightened him how a not-small number of the young population of Southtown had some demonstrated talent and ability to manifest the energy of the earth in such a fashion.
He mouths the 'but' as she mentions the possibility of someone else being able to provide something, as though maybe there could be a lead in this, maybe... but he's not given much chance to dwell upon it long as she goes about mentioning his self control issues, which he put into detail during that hotel stay. About the way it kind of pushes him, urges him... the way he went nuts during that ordeal with the large stone-like man...
"Uh, y-yeah, 'round here, for now," he says, offering only a vague descriptor because he probably only has a vague idea himself as to where exactly he's staying beyond 'falling asleep near here when I'm tired enough to do it.'
"It... it really hasn't been... uh, easy for anyone, anywhere, I mean... I could, ah, go down the, the list," he points at a fictional piece of paper, going downwards like he may be pressing buttons on an elevator without being in one (or there being any buttons, for that matter), as he lets Mimiru roll along aside him, "'m just hopin', well, we all... we all just, come together and, and get it together, 'cause this," he's pointing in the vague direction of the vortex again, "'s already everyone's problem."
Stretching up a bit, Mimiru grins and she says, "Well! If no one's around, I bet they won't mind if we use their houses and beds to have some comfort!" Not like there was any hotels to stay in or other places to. It was an awkward idea, but it felt like the right thing to do in this ghost town.
Mimiru hums softly and she says, "You know, I'm sure you'll get people trying to help but... I'm afraid some others who know better might try to get advantage of this situation," Mimiru shivers a bit at the thought. She knew plenty if persons who possessed more power than she did and whom she doubted about their willingness to work as a team to help with this situation.
Mimiru arches a brow and asks, "Have you thought about that? What'll happen if this place attracts more troublesome persons, hum? Things will probably get ugly really rapidly..." It was a rhetorical question, of course, but the prospect definately worried Mimiru.
"I, I dunno if, uh, if that's a... good idea," granted, things as they are, such niceties as 'don't go into other peoples' houses uninvited' and also 'don't stay in countries illegally when a lot of your important paperwork has been incinerated by a secret organization with science superpowers' seem to fly largely out the window, although maybe he's still holding fast to that first one.
This is the same man who basically invited himself past the military barricades surrounding the vortex just to get a feel for the damned thing. Who knows where he really and truly draws the lines on basic etiquette, any more.
Howard is largely unwavering to the fears of people taking advantage, looking straight ahead, head held... well, if not high, at least forward. Straight and forward.
"Th-they're not gonna have a choice," he says with some level of confidence through the muttering and stuttering and puttering about, grunting something inaudible, something that sounds like someone already has - and yet, he seems to hold true to the answer in spite of what might have been a correction to himself.
"I, I got into a lot of... pretty nasty things, over... countries, 'n... invasions, 'n... cultists, what else," he's trying to remember if there's been anything else as he counts on his fingertips, "oh yeah, and, ah, the, the lumber distributors, you... you wouldn't wanna know how that went down, when Marco at the d--"
He stops himself. "Y-You don't want to know, and, uh, I'd say that's," he looks skyward, "pretty... well, I can't say ugly, 'cause... those colors, they don't belong there, but..."
He considers an alternative phrase.
"Things've already gone pretty bad." Where would he start? "I, I don't see how anyone'd... 'd really gain causing another, uh, headache." Backache. Butt-ache. Any sort of ache, anyway.
Mimiru arches a brow and she glances up at Rust, "Why's that?" Mimiru asks, befundled. She gives a shrug and adds, "Not like we got any other place to stay... We'll leave a few yens for the hospitality, really," Mimiru offers. They might as well use the commidity if they are still there! Beside, who's going to object or mind their presence here?
Mimiru heaves a soft sigh and she says, "I hope you are right.." Mimiru had not been involved in those disasters as much as Rust. She was around before the flood in Metro City and in Japan after the volcanic eruption, but she did not see any of those disturbance first hand.
Mimiru lifts her gaze up toward the sky just as Rust does, "I hope you're right..." She repeats once more. After a moment lost in her thoughts, Mimiru glances back at Rust and says, "Are you going back to see the source of all this again..?" She asks, "I... I'm not sure how much I can be of help, but I'd like to see it with my own eyes,"
He hopes he's right, too - well, no, he thinks he knows it. There's a difference. Regardless of the mad ambitions of the world's greatest outstanding psychopaths and extremists, he shows confidence in the thought that at least up until they're sure that there'll be an 'after' for this event, people are going to play ball. Maybe not play nice... but play ball.
It could be a pipe dream, but given the severity of the situation as he uniquely had gotten to see by being caught in two different disasters and at least one - possibly more - issues of time going topsy-turvy, well...
When the issue about going back is brought up, he nods again.
"If, if this is the place, and... and I'm pretty sure it is," he says, now facing the wrong way towards the vortex, which could just be a symptom of everything feeling... off, within the vicinity of the horrible blight upon reality itself, "'m bringin' everyone that, that's able and willing to do something 'bout this, 'cause," he clears his throat again, "'scuse me."
He faces over to Mimiru, "people... people like to say that, that I'm the one who can, uh, well, do it all, but that's not true. Just 'bout, just 'bout every time I was... was there? I had good friends backin' me up." The fact that he was typically the last man standing, or among them, is probably a coincidence. Maybe. Is he really as tough as the rumors say, given how he visibly limps along as one of his ankles start to give him lip?
"I mean... 's gonna be all our fight, soon enough." if it is going to boil down to a fight... and let's be honest, what is the name of this game? He stares out into the distance, along the way he walked from to go clear himself up. "Uh, one thing, though, dunno if... if it'll be for you, but... but for me," he takes in a deep breath as if to remind himself he can and should, "it's, ah, it's... really hard for me to breathe near there, dunno... dunno how it'd stack up for you, but, j-just so you know, you don't wanna get... too light-headed, or... sick, or nothin', 'round it."
Mimiru frowns as Rust turns his head and clears his throat. She takes a moment to stare at him, assessing him. It felt like he was sick or something, and his way to carry his body just made him appear frail in a way despite his frame. The sight of the man before her was quite unlike what she had heard about him, and she can't help but wonder if that's caused by the exposure to this place. Perhaps it was due to his age and the vortex didn't help it... Hopefully, Mimiru won't end up so sickly after a while.
Mimiru smiles softly at the mention of friends and she nods her head in approval. She rests her hands on her waist and says, "It will. And together, I'm sure we'll manage to make a difference..." Mimiru bites her lips and she glances over her shoulder, "Hum... Well, I'm not sure if it's a good idea to return there so soon so... I could go there on my own while you recover, or perhaps I could go find up Jiro and bring him back here," Mimiru says with a nod.
Even though this vortex sounded excessively dangerous, Mimiru was more than eager to see with her own eyes what was the cause of all of this, as if this would miraculously show her the answers to all of her questions.
She looks at Rust and then around, "Or if you want we could find you a place around to rest or something.." She offers.
It's hard to say that anyone could really and truly be fully intact after being around so much... stress. Stress is so light a word to describe it that a new one may need to take its place, but he wears those stresses just about every day between a world falling apart and an attempt to get a regular life back on track in spite - or maybe even defiance - of the idea that space and time is going to come to an end. There is some faith that there's going to be an after.
It could just be plain ol' denial and desperation that still drives him. It's hard to say, and it's hard for him to admit cleanly what's really driven him in the last couple days in the wake of so many turbulent things changing.
"Won't... won't be for a lack of tryin'," he vocally shrugs as he rests a hand up against a building he is now almost certainly legally trespassing if there were anyone here to tell him that for now. He takes in another breath all the same. Hopefully it'll all be smooth sailing from here, as smooth as it's going to get when there's a twirling vortex of ruptured time, space, and who knows what else (other than that it upsets his lungs).
"Th-they're more receptive to, ah, other people comin' in, just... come in through," he gives an address that's blared out by the sound of someone honking a horn streets away, for a curiously specific duration that matches the exact amount of time he gives the address as he waves a finger towards Mimiru out of habit, "I'll... I'll tough it out. I'll join ya once, ah, once 'm done takin' a walk."
Of course, with what is soon to transpire...
Mimiru folds her arms in front of her chest. It felt to her like Rust was in a bad shape and there was little she could do about it. Mimiru lowers her gaze some and she nods to him, "Alright, thanks... I'll give it a try," Mimiru says.
She swings herself backward, rolling backward and still facing him but moving away from him. "Take care of yourself.. I'll come back soon enough, with Jiro. We're all in this together after all.."
Unfortunately, Mimiru doesn't listen to reason -- she prefers to go see this anomally on her own instead of waiting for others. She couldn't help it, it was in her nature, she had to see.
She had to see this for herself.
Log created on 15:04:01 10/02/2014 by Rust, and last modified on 21:49:25 10/02/2014.