[Geez, it's creepy here. Utena takes in the dismal, dead atmosphere without fear though, with a fascination that is open and innocent. It was like something out of a movie, some long abandoned place left to fester, grown dilapidated. Forgotten. Utena passes through the wreckage with the light-footed grace of an athlete, only to skid to a stop near Asuka.
At a respectable distance. Since they'd started this creepy mission, the other girl has been dismissive at best and aggressive at worst. Utena lets her rage roll off her back like water off a duck, though. She is too self-assured, too comforted by the notion (however false) that this is a strange dream, or some weird temporary pass-through before she returns home, to be upset.
Besides, she makes friends easily, and so takes this skill for granted. She leans forward, propping her arms on the dusty sill of the observation window to regard the fallen majesty beneath them. Whistles, low and impressed.]
Even so, it's kinda cool. I wonder who built all this stuff.
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At a respectable distance. Since they'd started this creepy mission, the other girl has been dismissive at best and aggressive at worst. Utena lets her rage roll off her back like water off a duck, though. She is too self-assured, too comforted by the notion (however false) that this is a strange dream, or some weird temporary pass-through before she returns home, to be upset.
Besides, she makes friends easily, and so takes this skill for granted. She leans forward, propping her arms on the dusty sill of the observation window to regard the fallen majesty beneath them. Whistles, low and impressed.]
Even so, it's kinda cool. I wonder who built all this stuff.