Enough of Michiru's life has hinged on dreams just like this that she's aware pretty much immediately that something isn't right. It doesn't take her long to figure out what exactly is different about this one: in the others, she's always been aware of what's going on, but simply that. This is the first time that she hasn't been held hostage by visions of the past or prophecies of the future.
Interesting.
She's standing on the intersection of a street corner in the city, vaguely aware that she's near the Juuban Municipal High School, but the roads and sidewalks are both utterly vacant. This is Wrong, she knows, something here is Wrong, and after a moment's deliberation, she chooses a direction to begin walking in. Michiru has no idea who - or what - she's looking for just yet, but she knows that she'll know when she sees them.
B1:
Michiru is halfway through a song when time abruptly stops and the world fades around her. This is unnatural, and while there's little outward reaction, she can feel goosebumps on her own arms. With a put-out little frown meant to suggest more exasperation than the outright alarm she's actually feeling, she lowers the violin from her shoulder when she senses a presence behind her.
"It's polite to knock when entering someone's home," she chastises softly, but doesn't turn around just yet.
Michiru Kaioh | Sailor Moon
Enough of Michiru's life has hinged on dreams just like this that she's aware pretty much immediately that something isn't right. It doesn't take her long to figure out what exactly is different about this one: in the others, she's always been aware of what's going on, but simply that. This is the first time that she hasn't been held hostage by visions of the past or prophecies of the future.
Interesting.
She's standing on the intersection of a street corner in the city, vaguely aware that she's near the Juuban Municipal High School, but the roads and sidewalks are both utterly vacant. This is Wrong, she knows, something here is Wrong, and after a moment's deliberation, she chooses a direction to begin walking in. Michiru has no idea who - or what - she's looking for just yet, but she knows that she'll know when she sees them.
B1:
Michiru is halfway through a song when time abruptly stops and the world fades around her. This is unnatural, and while there's little outward reaction, she can feel goosebumps on her own arms. With a put-out little frown meant to suggest more exasperation than the outright alarm she's actually feeling, she lowers the violin from her shoulder when she senses a presence behind her.
"It's polite to knock when entering someone's home," she chastises softly, but doesn't turn around just yet.