>>5890597The messages are very short, and the callers are never able to fully complete their messages, much to your annoyance. Also, the voices sound around your age and of both genders. 'Rodomonte' and the mysterious 'You're so fucked' were clearly teen boys. So 'magical boys' too? Hm, not quite like your childhood expectations of 'magical girls'.
You burst out laughing. 'Expectations', what right do you have to make 'expectations' about anything? So this world has others in it. Not too comforting.
Six calls, and not everyone declared their names to you. You try to figure out why only four of them did so. Perhaps they're the most powerful out of the bunch, or not the brightest. You wouldn't go around parading your name unless you intended to intimidate someone or seek an alliance. In any case, you tried to call 'Vivian' back since she offered advice right off the bat and potential explanations. The cell phone couldn't connect with her.
You tried to call the childish voices who declared you King earlier too. No connection.
So you can't call out. The cellphone only has about 50% battery life; it's best to conserve power.
Mysteries upon mysteries.
The evening catches up to you; you need to settle down for the night. Your soft, citified body is not used to resting on the hard, cold ground. You tried to lay a thin layer of Miki's clothing underneath as padding, but it was no good. It was almost impossible to sleep! It was cold too; you ended up tearing up pages from the survival booklet addressed to your teacher to feed a fire. Now you have only four left. You curiously scan the pages of the booklet and try to absorb some basic information from them.
Nagumo Kyouya, Tatemichi Haruhi, Yanagi Naomi, and Kuroda Haruka... So Fushimi Miki wanted to give you and these other girls a booklet. You take out a pen from the backpack and write a quick thank-you note to the Hokkaido girl on your booklet. When you get out of this place, you will hand this booklet over and be sure to tell the transfer student how helpful it has been.
The long night passes uncomfortably, and the sun rises behind dark clouds, which portent rain. You eat a quick breakfast of whatever camp food was in the backpack and hurry on to the ruins. Despite the speed of your journey, rain begins to fall around noon before becoming a torrent. Water seeps into your skin despite the rain poncho you took out of the backpack.
"I am the most miserable girl alive..." You lament, but the ruins are not that far away. You rest under a tree for a moment to try and take in the sight of gray, broken walls and battlements. This was once a noble and very large city; clearly, back in its time, it was beautiful and populous. Yet what was before you is now just an abandoned, lonely ghost of past glories. It had been a bustling place, but now it's dead. Only rack and ruin reside in it.
