Immortal Cyan
The Cyan Neko
Planet Yamatai
Kyoto
Kakushi Nekoba
Game Area
Akahana’s cyan gaze shot wide open.
Alastair Belmont? Here? During Girls' Festival?
The Snowy Neko suddenly felt very lightheaded, to such an extent that her alabaster features turned a distinct cherry red which was easily apparent due to their snowy hue. The memory of her unwittingly kissing him during her first few hours on the YSS Kōun briefly manifested in Akahana’s digital mind in perfect resolution, capturing all of her emotions from the captivated state she had found herself in the moments leading up to and during the kiss, to her humiliating embarassment moments later.
Briefly stunned, Akahana’s digital mind registered her drink leaving her hand, at which point her reflexes kicked into overdrive to catch the glass before it could hit the ground. Nevertheless, some of the liquid made a splash as she did, running over her freshly-manicured stiletto nails in the process.
Deep breaths.
Quickly calming herself, Akahana found her gaze pulled towards the statuesque, platinum blonde Neko dressed in a fashionable white bodysuit. Her presence was far more commanding than even her stature would suggest, compelling the short-statured Analyst to observe the scene as the towering Neko seemed to mock Akahana’s former Captain to his face, perhaps making him the butt of an inside joke.
Akahana couldn’t prevent a smile from manifesting across her features as she moved next to a dark brown-haired Neko, who her digital mind registered as Asakura Yuri. The Analyst offered her a cordial wave as she set her drink down and pulled a napkin out of the nearby dispenser to dry off her hands, before cleaning them with a wet wipe pulled from her purse so that they wouldn’t get sticky.
“Asakura Yuri? Do you mind if I sit next to you?” The Snowy Neko asked. “I’m Akahana, by the way.” She added, before extending her hand out towards the brown-haired Neko in greeting.
Kyoto
Kakushi Nekoba
Game Area
Akahana’s cyan gaze shot wide open.
Alastair Belmont? Here? During Girls' Festival?
The Snowy Neko suddenly felt very lightheaded, to such an extent that her alabaster features turned a distinct cherry red which was easily apparent due to their snowy hue. The memory of her unwittingly kissing him during her first few hours on the YSS Kōun briefly manifested in Akahana’s digital mind in perfect resolution, capturing all of her emotions from the captivated state she had found herself in the moments leading up to and during the kiss, to her humiliating embarassment moments later.
Briefly stunned, Akahana’s digital mind registered her drink leaving her hand, at which point her reflexes kicked into overdrive to catch the glass before it could hit the ground. Nevertheless, some of the liquid made a splash as she did, running over her freshly-manicured stiletto nails in the process.
Deep breaths.
Quickly calming herself, Akahana found her gaze pulled towards the statuesque, platinum blonde Neko dressed in a fashionable white bodysuit. Her presence was far more commanding than even her stature would suggest, compelling the short-statured Analyst to observe the scene as the towering Neko seemed to mock Akahana’s former Captain to his face, perhaps making him the butt of an inside joke.
Akahana couldn’t prevent a smile from manifesting across her features as she moved next to a dark brown-haired Neko, who her digital mind registered as Asakura Yuri. The Analyst offered her a cordial wave as she set her drink down and pulled a napkin out of the nearby dispenser to dry off her hands, before cleaning them with a wet wipe pulled from her purse so that they wouldn’t get sticky.
“Asakura Yuri? Do you mind if I sit next to you?” The Snowy Neko asked. “I’m Akahana, by the way.” She added, before extending her hand out towards the brown-haired Neko in greeting.