A thin girl stands tall at the corner of a street, clothes just slightly bigger than her frame, sagging along her arms yet held imperiously at her sides. She's proud and rigid, digging into the concrete with thick combat boots and lifting her head to scan the passerby's of the entertainment district. Her gaze is severe, impervious, a hawk amongst the laughing rabble yet unnoticed by any. Stark white tresses of hair lay straight across her sharp view, steely lavender with occasional glimpses of idealistic light. She is unashamed and bold, her chest thrust forward without being so obvious as to tell of the child she is. She is so very out of place -- but doing her best to own it, making that space hers, placing herself above each and every citizen sprinting lackadaisically down the street.
With a glimpse behind, at closer inspection, her admittedly awkward stance, a stack of shaking boxes can be made out. Cardboard sways and rights itself immediately at a pointed look from the girl, her fingers twitching in annoyance but curling into a ball that keeps her restrained. She can be seen whispering out the corner of her mouth, alternating between a stern frown & smiling to herself, a dastardly assuredness to an intimidating expression. When her head turns to face the town once again she is grinning, lifting her arms from her hips to hold out and address the district itself. Her pose is grandiose, her palms upturned, her head craning back in a dramatic fan of her hair that parts her lips and raises her voice.
"Go now, my underworld fiends! Feast upon the - m, mem? -- m, me, mer - merriment of these unsuspecting revelers! The night is yours! Glory is ours! For your Queen, drink in the lights of humanity and devour it all!"
Her speech turns heads ; earning some puzzled looks and bemused responses, some older pedestrians chuckling behind their hands so as not to be too obvious while they continue their business. She does not seem focused on them, every eye on her itself feeding her fantasy enough to keep it moving onward. Her declaration is ended -- and at its finality, several small children burst forth from the "hidden" boxes and come stumbling out, giggling madly. They throw their arms out to their sides and sprint forward, running through the street and cutting through groups of people all while hooting & hollering. They are harmless. Their goal are food stands they snicker devilishly afront of while politely paying for takoyaki when pointed at, and arcades they can bustle into with excited screams that are replaced with smaller "aaa"s and laughter among themselves when told to be quieter.
Kano Kushinada considers this a sure victory over the Susukino District and joins the gaggle - with haughty, heavy steps following behind them and her head held high. Tonight, her people reign.
With a glimpse behind, at closer inspection, her admittedly awkward stance, a stack of shaking boxes can be made out. Cardboard sways and rights itself immediately at a pointed look from the girl, her fingers twitching in annoyance but curling into a ball that keeps her restrained. She can be seen whispering out the corner of her mouth, alternating between a stern frown & smiling to herself, a dastardly assuredness to an intimidating expression. When her head turns to face the town once again she is grinning, lifting her arms from her hips to hold out and address the district itself. Her pose is grandiose, her palms upturned, her head craning back in a dramatic fan of her hair that parts her lips and raises her voice.
"Go now, my underworld fiends! Feast upon the - m, mem? -- m, me, mer - merriment of these unsuspecting revelers! The night is yours! Glory is ours! For your Queen, drink in the lights of humanity and devour it all!"
Her speech turns heads ; earning some puzzled looks and bemused responses, some older pedestrians chuckling behind their hands so as not to be too obvious while they continue their business. She does not seem focused on them, every eye on her itself feeding her fantasy enough to keep it moving onward. Her declaration is ended -- and at its finality, several small children burst forth from the "hidden" boxes and come stumbling out, giggling madly. They throw their arms out to their sides and sprint forward, running through the street and cutting through groups of people all while hooting & hollering. They are harmless. Their goal are food stands they snicker devilishly afront of while politely paying for takoyaki when pointed at, and arcades they can bustle into with excited screams that are replaced with smaller "aaa"s and laughter among themselves when told to be quieter.
Kano Kushinada considers this a sure victory over the Susukino District and joins the gaggle - with haughty, heavy steps following behind them and her head held high. Tonight, her people reign.
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