Burning Down The Highway Skyline

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justanothergreyface:

*Oh-three-hundred hours, or 3:00 a.m., finds the anon wandering through the BLU common room in the dim and quiet. It wouldn’t dare explore here during the mercenaries’ usual waking hours, and it listens carefully in case there are night owls among them, but the area seems reasonably safe to explore at the moment.

Half under the end of the couch, as if the owner had been sitting on the floor, it finds a forgotten sketchbook. With the usual thoughtless curiosity of its kind, it begins to flip through the pages and finds… itself? Or another anon, perhaps. The drawing is stylized, but still distinctly familiar-seeming.

Promising itself it will only be for a moment, it switches on a table lamp for a better look at the image and the written notations beneath it.*

Noppera-bō…? *It sits down on the couch arm, engrossed in its study.*

“…The faceless ghost.”

The Pyro stands behind the couch, an ill-advised late night soda in her hands, retrieved from a trip to the kitchen on Level 1. Popping it open, she slowly circles around the the front of the couch, standing across from the anon behind the coffee table and in front of the TV. Hotaru takes a sip of her Coke before giving it the slightest nod, seeming to be completely unperturbed by its presence or appearance.

“…Hey.”

*To its credit, it doesn’t jump when she speaks; merely turns its head to look. And as she seems to be armed with nothing more dangerous than caffeine at 3 a.m., it finds no point to fleeing now that it has already been spotted. The most alarming thing is how very accustomed to the experience it is becoming.*

Hey.

*It glances down at the page again.*

Are they real?

She takes another sip, tilting her head as she regards the visitor.

“…You tell me.”

Stepping forward, she folds herself cross-legged on top of the coffee table and pulls over a coaster for her drink. “…Or maybe you’re not. Maybe you’re just where the stories came from. Noppera-bō love to pull tricks and scare people.”

Another drink and she sets the can on the coaster, looking at it once again. “…You’ve scared some people here. But I don’t think you meant to.”