[ ooc: arrogant, immature, tactless, and missing something. anyone poking around his mind will feel a hollow, like a missing limb only so much worse, and the constant, sharp pain of loss. the source, if it can be glimpsed, seems to be a mirror vision of Hikaru himself. ]

the melted world

[ Hikaru leans against what may once have been a bush, or a car, or perhaps a rock. Now, it's a shapeless mirrored blob, upon which Hikaru has decided to plant his back and not move. Gold eyes are fixed on the sky, where no reflection of himself stares back. His expression is bored, but his discomfort is palpable; dig deeper, and there's anger and hurt as well. ]

Can we go already? This place is a dump.

pentara prime

[ The teenager has clambered on top of one of the low stone buildings to better inspect his surroundings. ]

Well, I don't see anybody.

[ He streeeeetches and just ... flops down, in the careless way in which teenage boys seem to excel. ]

This is way better than the Station. Why don't we all stay here?

pentara prime: part 2

[ Hikaru leaps from one roof to the next, sneakered feet scrambling for purchase as he barely, just barely, makes the jump. Behind him, the ground is crumbling, rapidly falling into a sinkhole that doesn't look like it's going to stop.... ]

I take it back, I take it back! Station, station, station!