[Event Post]

[dreammoonchild]

::Ashley is continuing her several days' journey out of school, looking for something in Domino, at the suggested request of her mother.

Something about people unraveling, poking, prodding at the effects of the very damaged reality that had been put together in the aftermath of the Academia incident that most people wouldn't ever recall existed, let alone happened.

When she sees a small grey haired gremlin-y girl in overly huge clothes fumbling into a back alley. For some reason, this speaks to the supposedly Half British-Half Japanese girl. And so she toddles off after the little pale gremlin.::

Comments

[cuterthancute]

I'm only in my mid-twenties, kid!

[dreammoonchild]

That's still old to me!

[cuterthancute]

::Drops the head of her axe.::

::Takes a deep breath.::

If you're not behind this, why are you here.

[dreammoonchild]

Trying to track down damage being done to the world by someone untentionally, like someone cutting or pulling a loom.

[cuterthancute]

And you think they're inside there?

::Points to the hole in the world.::

[dreammoonchild]

Yeah, seems as good a lead as any.

You, hag?

[cuterthancute]

The area reeks of energies I dealt with at a strange abandoned temple I got mixed up in and the masterminds I think might be in there.

[dreammoonchild]

Hrm...

Temporary pax?

[cuterthancute]

As long as you don't stop me from taking revenge.

[dreammoonchild]

And as long as you don't get in my way, lady, with doing what my mom asked me to do.

[cuterthancute]

Your mom. Wait. Who's your mom?

[dreammoonchild]

Wakahisa Noriko.

[cuterthancute]

Ugh. Fine. Pax.

Even if this is going to get stupid if Noriko's connected to it.

[dreammoonchild]

Yeah, I don't blame you. I especially expect this to get dumb.

[cuterthancute]

Anyways, you first.

You're Noriko's daughter, so anything that could harm us will probably bounce off you like rubber.

[dreammoonchild]

Rude!

But not enitrely inaccurate.

I think.

::Trots in ahead. The area inside is very strange. It's like being behind backstage in a giant movie studio or workshop. Along with being a glitch-y unfinished area, like blacks and virtual neon laser greens.::

Okay, this is interesting...

[cuterthancute]

The hell is going on.

Why does this all.

::Waves her flawless supermodel hand.::

Look like this?

[dreammoonchild]

::Slipping down a pair of goggles for a moment and looking around, before slipping them up.::

Hrm.

Uh, think of it as the backstage of reality.

Like our usual lives are on the set or stage of reality.

Right?

[cuterthancute]

I... guess. I've never thought about it that way.

[dreammoonchild]

Basically, we're a sort of weird region that's where the string theory operates. The backstage of reality. Ultra compacted dimensions unfolded for someone's purposes, reconstructed and altered by magic.

[cuterthancute]

... Could someone alter reality using this 'back stage'?

[dreammoonchild]

... Yeah, they probably could.

[cuterthancute]

Then I think I've found who I might be after. Let's keep going.

::She walks past the various stages, on metal/gridded crosswalk areas with Ashley. The stages look the area of the city, even with people occupying them, but there's a strage fake-unreality to them.::

[cuterthancute]

So... why does everything look so fake back here?

[dreammoonchild]

It's a representation of something our brains aren't meant to comprehend. Everything's operated by strings. Change the strings, things change.