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Wingshadow
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The stale, sour wind that blew through this forsaken stretch of land was practically unbearable for anyone other than those born here to endure. The distant, pale horizon seemed to stretch on to eternity, trapped constantly between afternoon and night. The dry, parched earth was cracked and scorched, pillars of stone from long-eroded buildings stood up at oblique angles to each other, the last remaining vestiges of some long-forgotten society. A thick haze hung above the ground, as stale and lonesome as the sky itself. It had a sickly greenish grey tint to it, which did nothing to alleviate the compelling sense of illness and death which permeated the landscape. A single figure stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking this wasteland that she called her home.
Her feet where shod with knee-high combat boots, which helped her firmly grip the dry, dusty terrain, while a thick black coat marked with a star was pulled over her shoulders. Her right hand rested against her large gun, which more closely resembled a cannon than any gun produced in the human world. Her eyes scanned the distance, somber face and eyes holding a sense of silent strength... She was Black Rock Shooter herself, awaiting her next challenger.
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Mato let out a long yawn as she slipped out of bed and began to dress herself for school. The long weekend had passed without incident, which was somewhat unusual given that summer vacation was just around the corner. She seemed to have contracted something of the summer haze, her weary eyes poking out from the neck of her shirt before her hands managed to pull her head through the opening. Mato smoothed out her shirt before wobbling out to the kitchen, waving to her little brother who already sat at the table munching his toast and jam...
Her walk to school wasn't much different either, as she glanced behind herself to spot none other than Yuu. She grinned at her friend and clapped her on the shoulder as a greeting, one that they both knew well.
Her feet where shod with knee-high combat boots, which helped her firmly grip the dry, dusty terrain, while a thick black coat marked with a star was pulled over her shoulders. Her right hand rested against her large gun, which more closely resembled a cannon than any gun produced in the human world. Her eyes scanned the distance, somber face and eyes holding a sense of silent strength... She was Black Rock Shooter herself, awaiting her next challenger.
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Mato let out a long yawn as she slipped out of bed and began to dress herself for school. The long weekend had passed without incident, which was somewhat unusual given that summer vacation was just around the corner. She seemed to have contracted something of the summer haze, her weary eyes poking out from the neck of her shirt before her hands managed to pull her head through the opening. Mato smoothed out her shirt before wobbling out to the kitchen, waving to her little brother who already sat at the table munching his toast and jam...
Her walk to school wasn't much different either, as she glanced behind herself to spot none other than Yuu. She grinned at her friend and clapped her on the shoulder as a greeting, one that they both knew well.