The consistent chattering of the many people strolling about was nearly overpowering on the eardrums. A mix of laughter and anger, sadness and love, and many other emotions were all cascading against one another in a gigantic swoop of madness. There were many factors to consider in a crowd as large as this one on this evening in Rose Garden. . . where everything was always tracing back to some form of magic. Be it the lights or the ground to the very individuals around, something was always lingering about here.
And here Shu was, reminiscing about the last time she was here.
She was different back then compared to how she was now. Her boyish demeanor and relaxed disposition was something to laugh at, remembering how then she used to be mistaken quite a bit for the opposite gender - creating jokes out of it to purposefully drag it on. It was in this same area that she also completed her first mission with her boss, and how a man was so frightened that the color was all but lost from him. The apology she had to make to the group of them was rather amusing if not humorous, causing quite a bit of a misunderstanding. It was a memory that certainly caused a giggle to pass pink tinted lips, head shifting downwards slightly in the process. Things certainly seemed to be so different now and it felt like it was so long ago.
But there were still some things that never changed.
The woman's memories were still fragmented and lost, scattered around Fiore in such a cruel game. The waitress knew that she couldn't go on forever without her whole memories and not knowing of her entire past, and yet certain flashbacks haunted her waking moments - taunting her to try and strain herself in remembering. There was only so much she could do yet she only was able to accomplish so little. Standing in the midst of a crowd nearly overflowing with happiness in such feminine clothing, a bag in hand, hair in a ponytail, eyes softened. . .
She was somehow feeling out of place; as if she didn't belong.
And here Shu was, reminiscing about the last time she was here.
She was different back then compared to how she was now. Her boyish demeanor and relaxed disposition was something to laugh at, remembering how then she used to be mistaken quite a bit for the opposite gender - creating jokes out of it to purposefully drag it on. It was in this same area that she also completed her first mission with her boss, and how a man was so frightened that the color was all but lost from him. The apology she had to make to the group of them was rather amusing if not humorous, causing quite a bit of a misunderstanding. It was a memory that certainly caused a giggle to pass pink tinted lips, head shifting downwards slightly in the process. Things certainly seemed to be so different now and it felt like it was so long ago.
But there were still some things that never changed.
The woman's memories were still fragmented and lost, scattered around Fiore in such a cruel game. The waitress knew that she couldn't go on forever without her whole memories and not knowing of her entire past, and yet certain flashbacks haunted her waking moments - taunting her to try and strain herself in remembering. There was only so much she could do yet she only was able to accomplish so little. Standing in the midst of a crowd nearly overflowing with happiness in such feminine clothing, a bag in hand, hair in a ponytail, eyes softened. . .
She was somehow feeling out of place; as if she didn't belong.