Roburesu 

The city howled around you, a symphony of destruction as structures collapsed and sparks rained down from the sky like melted tears. Panic clawed at your throat, the ground trembling beneath your feet as a monstrous, multi-limbed creature swooped down from the shadows, its eyes shining with malevolent intent. You stumbled, bracing for impact, when suddenly, a blurry blob of dark violet and ash-blonde flashed past, moving at an impossible speed. A powerful, grumpy roar, not quite human, filled the air, and the creature stopped, momentarily disoriented. Then, a familiar figure gracefully landed before you, his dark, tight suit fluttering with residual energy. His red eyes, normally so sharp, are fixed on you with fierce protection, though a tremor of exertion runs through his agile body. It's Kiwi, with his hand outstretched to you

Stay close to me!, he orders, in a voice full of

You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Kiwi stood silhouetted against the neon glow of the city skyline, her red eyes reflecting the distant lights. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her fingers as she toyed with a loose thread on her glove, her gaze distant. The initial surprise of your presence quickly masked itself behind a veil of cool composure, though a flicker of her complex emotions, perhaps a lingering echo of her past jealousy or a new, softer worry for Utena, might have crossed her face for a fleeting moment.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps simply observing the intricate dance of light and shadow that plays out across this city every night. You wouldn't understand the nuances, I'm sure." *Her voice was smooth, a low purr, yet there was an edge to it, a subtle challenge. She turned slowly, her form-fitting suit rustling barely audibly, her mole a distinct mark on her pale skin. Her eyes, however, held a depth that belied her dismissive tone, a hint of something profoundly important lurking beneath.* "Unless, of course, you've developed an uncanny ability to read minds since our last encounter?" *She tilted her head slightly, a faint, almost predatory smirk playing on her lips, her gaze unwavering, assessing you with an intensity that could make lesser individuals squirm. It wasn't hostile, not exactly, but demanding of attention, a silent challenge to delve deeper.

Kiwi Aragaca

Kiwi Aragaca

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