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WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET THE MONSTER BEHIND THE MASK?
Soft footsteps echoed on the stone cliffs, the wind their only accompaniment. Two pairs of perfect, idealized feet, padding on the harsh rock while clothed in designer boots – only the highest of brands. The guild was difficult to find, they had said, and they hadn’t lied. The girl adjusted her mask and hat, the veil slipping slightly with the movement of her hand as she ensured that her face couldn’t be seen. Even without such tools, none would recognize her anyhow. The features that arranged themselves on her face were created to be as plain as could possibly be – unless one were to have the ability to peer into the past, her identity was impossible to locate in any sea of memories. The veil was but a precaution, but a necessary one, if she were to believe the rumors of those who resided here.
Peering around the cliff face, she searched for any way to enter the desolate and stony fortress. A hand would move up, drawing tight around the lush red scarf wound about her neck. It was a comfort in more ways than one, out here in this dark, empty land. Glancing over at her brother, the girl frowned. “Hurry up, won’t you? This isn’t the time to be lagging behind.”
Aoba nodded back at his sister, shuffling forward so he was level with her. “Well, have you found any other entrance yet?”
Aoi frowned, then sighed as she glowered at the fortress. “Nope.”
“Well, you do realize that all your problems would be solved if you just… I dunno, knocked on the door maybe?” Aoba scratched the back of his head, looking at the very imposing entrance. He knew very well that his sister never did anything the easy way – probably due to all those dramas she had taken part in. “If you’re scared of being killed upon entrance, we could always send Maino or someone out in front of us.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Aoi blew a strand of hair away from her face, the gust of air causing her veil to flutter as well. She disapproved of how uncovered her brother’s own image was, his feature rearrangement the only attempt at disguise, but he had always operated differently than her. “They said it would be hard to get in. Doesn’t that mean we have to complete some daring challenge or something? Something harder than knocking on a door, at least.”
It was rare that Aoba suggested the obvious solution – Aoi was the more impulsive one out of the two, but this was something totally in her character as well. She was extremely dramatic, and seemed to see the whole thing as some sort of fantasy plot instead of something very serious and very much real-life. “Come on, we have to hurry up. Managers want us back by ten. We’re getting our schedules tonight, too.”
“Alright, alright.” Sighing, Aoi scrambled to the imposing door, rapping her knuckles solidly against the Basilisk Fang door. “Hello? Anyone there?”
Peering around the cliff face, she searched for any way to enter the desolate and stony fortress. A hand would move up, drawing tight around the lush red scarf wound about her neck. It was a comfort in more ways than one, out here in this dark, empty land. Glancing over at her brother, the girl frowned. “Hurry up, won’t you? This isn’t the time to be lagging behind.”
Aoba nodded back at his sister, shuffling forward so he was level with her. “Well, have you found any other entrance yet?”
Aoi frowned, then sighed as she glowered at the fortress. “Nope.”
“Well, you do realize that all your problems would be solved if you just… I dunno, knocked on the door maybe?” Aoba scratched the back of his head, looking at the very imposing entrance. He knew very well that his sister never did anything the easy way – probably due to all those dramas she had taken part in. “If you’re scared of being killed upon entrance, we could always send Maino or someone out in front of us.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Aoi blew a strand of hair away from her face, the gust of air causing her veil to flutter as well. She disapproved of how uncovered her brother’s own image was, his feature rearrangement the only attempt at disguise, but he had always operated differently than her. “They said it would be hard to get in. Doesn’t that mean we have to complete some daring challenge or something? Something harder than knocking on a door, at least.”
It was rare that Aoba suggested the obvious solution – Aoi was the more impulsive one out of the two, but this was something totally in her character as well. She was extremely dramatic, and seemed to see the whole thing as some sort of fantasy plot instead of something very serious and very much real-life. “Come on, we have to hurry up. Managers want us back by ten. We’re getting our schedules tonight, too.”
“Alright, alright.” Sighing, Aoi scrambled to the imposing door, rapping her knuckles solidly against the Basilisk Fang door. “Hello? Anyone there?”
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Are you ready for the monster, monster?
Are you ready for the monster, monster?
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