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❝Believe in yourself a little more.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#E0427F ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #42647F】
|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#E0427F ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #42647F】
|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
Rather than going underground they walked the abandoned streets. Emma held tightly onto Irina's hand, the worst thing she could do here was get separated in an unfamiliar territory and be lost among the crumbling sky scrappers. "I wish the rumors about this one were a bit clearer. All we have to go on is what your classmate said," Sam mumble. "If I worked in communications, maybe we wouldn't be going on this wild goose chase." Emma shrugged, "maybe yes, maybe no." Aria was the one who knew the surface the best and therefore they followed her guiding winds, Sam's one hand that wasn't holding Emma's other hand resting on a hip holster. "It's scary," Emma said quietly, shrinking on herself as they walked. "I kind of don't like it." She shook her head, wishing that they had gone into the underground city after all. "It's cold and scary up here," the streets were so quiet that the only audible noises were the ones coming from the distant din of the subway tunnel.
"Where are we going?" Emma asked, hoping that someone would answer, even Aria in that chilly whisper of her's. Eventually they stopped walking, they were in the heart of Akiba and everywhere you looked were what were once neon signs, heavily lit to display all of their wares. "What's that?" Emma asked, pointing to a picture of a half naked woman dressed in black ropes. "Nothing, you don't need to see that," Sam shielded her eyes. Despite being sixteen years old, Emma was awfully innocent. "Come on, let's move past this part," they walked a bit further, arriving somewhere a bit cleaner to take a break. "Here, we can rest our legs and warm up in here," Sam pried open a closed door, the inside of the shop smelling like dust and old people. "I taught myself to read some of the old characters," Sam admitted, "I found a book about the dead languages on one of my trips. This is what they called a manga cafe."
A manga cafe? They did a sweep for cameras or listening devices and once it was declared clean, Emma turned to look for Aria. "It's all clear, you can come out now!" She called to their ghostly friend, hoping that she had followed them into the cafe. Sam handed out hot drinks for them all, having kept it warm in a thermos. "Ah, that's better," Emma's teeth chattered and she wished that they had a car to transport them rather than having to walk on foot. "I know this isn't ideal, but thank you guys for accompanying me on this journey." Emma stuck out her thumb and smiled, "Don't worry about it Sam! That's what we're here for!" She giggled, wishing that their break would not have to end.
This time when they took the streets it was snowing. "Do you really think it's up here?" Where they walking to anyhow? The Monument? No, that was in the opposite direction. "Say, we're not headed towards that large red spiral are we?" It was a tall building with red and white stripes that looked to be made of crisscrossing metal strips.