>>18882071At the boundary where dirt meets concrete Amy hesitated, to the left was the road to town, to the right was the route back home to the Divine Mansion, she didn't know why she chose left but leftward she went, towards the noisy chaotic metropolis and the eccentric characters who dwelled there. There was always electricity in the air whenever the WWA put on a big show, tourists would come from all over the world flooding the streets with clueless jostling tourists, easy pickings for Spaghettitowns lowlife contingent who, allegedly, could easily clear a thousand dimes a day hustling out-of-towners, more if you were a particularly good pickpocket. A new and very lucrative scam was "nsfw-waifus", where people sold fake nudes of WWA personalities to the tourists, these pictures are obviously fakes, everyone knows Onigiri's onigiris aren't THAT big but people line up to buy them and that's a problem for WWA's legal department to deal with.
"What's with all the penguins?" Amy wondered to herself as she passed another squawking bird, "the cops should round these things up before one gets hit by a..."
THUD
"Never mind."
The Raguber driver yells indecipherably from behind the wheel of his car as the creature rolls onto its belly then up onto its feet seemingly cussing out the driver in its own equally strange language as Amy walks swiftly away from the scene.
Eventually Amelia finds herself at the entrance to the WWA Dojo and after some initial hesitation and second guessing she grits her teeth and walks inside. The lady at reception looks up, smiles, then looks back down at her laptop screen, seemingly recognising Amy as a WWA employee if nothing else. She glances at the class timetable on the wall, there's still a few hours before classes begin so hopefully she can get in a quick workout for old times sake then get out before anyone she knows might know arrive.
