I went and checked, and it's in that kind of gray area where it's just over a year old, so for convenience's sake I just wrote up a new one.
It was strange to be walking through the aftermath of the Wise Snake's rampage. No matter how well-intentioned her parents' work in Africa had been, they were unable to completely shield Nyah from the reality of the region - destruction like this was passingly familiar to her, but it seemed out of place in Locke City. From her perspective the city was soft and boring, a viable setting for nothing more interesting than high school dramas. She could almost feel the tone dissonance here in the ruined district.
Her bare feet brushed past storefront rubble, and for the first time since touching down in the United States she almost wished she'd worn her skeletoes for this excursion. The possible damage itself doesn't bother her so much as the feeling that something much more malicious might sneak its way in through the cuts. Nyah didn't need to try and reach out to the other side to know this was no longer a friendly location for the living.
But those were problems she couldn't deal with anymore; they belonged to the past, and in the present she had reached her intended destination. The motionless corpse of Wise Snake (or what was left of it) loomed high above her, blocked off by limp caution tape and more rubble. Nyah slowed to a halt as she hit the outer limits of the makeshift barrier, her hands finding their way into her pockets as her gaze tracked further and further upwards.
She wasn't entirely certain what she'd come here to find - inspiration, perhaps? If so, the trip was already a success; she could practically hear the gears in her mind spitting out fresh ideas. All the same, the explosion of imagination couldn't completely cover the sense of foreboding sitting in her stomach like a lead weight.
"Man," she mumbled, apparently uncaring of the fact that her commentary had no audience. "Somebody really needs to get a cleansing done here."
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It was strange to be walking through the aftermath of the Wise Snake's rampage. No matter how well-intentioned her parents' work in Africa had been, they were unable to completely shield Nyah from the reality of the region - destruction like this was passingly familiar to her, but it seemed out of place in Locke City. From her perspective the city was soft and boring, a viable setting for nothing more interesting than high school dramas. She could almost feel the tone dissonance here in the ruined district.
Her bare feet brushed past storefront rubble, and for the first time since touching down in the United States she almost wished she'd worn her skeletoes for this excursion. The possible damage itself doesn't bother her so much as the feeling that something much more malicious might sneak its way in through the cuts. Nyah didn't need to try and reach out to the other side to know this was no longer a friendly location for the living.
But those were problems she couldn't deal with anymore; they belonged to the past, and in the present she had reached her intended destination. The motionless corpse of Wise Snake (or what was left of it) loomed high above her, blocked off by limp caution tape and more rubble. Nyah slowed to a halt as she hit the outer limits of the makeshift barrier, her hands finding their way into her pockets as her gaze tracked further and further upwards.
She wasn't entirely certain what she'd come here to find - inspiration, perhaps? If so, the trip was already a success; she could practically hear the gears in her mind spitting out fresh ideas. All the same, the explosion of imagination couldn't completely cover the sense of foreboding sitting in her stomach like a lead weight.
"Man," she mumbled, apparently uncaring of the fact that her commentary had no audience. "Somebody really needs to get a cleansing done here."