[A woman who is slightly older than Ami actually is walks out of the remnants of a destroyed building, covered in blood of those she tried so helpless to help, only to have them die in her arms. Medical knowledge was useless in the face of such desolation. She hears the scream, but the young woman who looks at Ami isn't quite the Ami Usagi knows, though she looks so very similar. In her arms is a lyre, a harp of shining gold and behind her, a Luxray, battered and bruise, seems to just glare at Usagi. Around her waist are bottles and a small dagger. Gloved hands move the goggles away from her eyes, and wipes the soot from her cheek. She's much more solemn, much more bold. The shy, introverted girl that Usagi knows is more forward.
She knows this girl, this woman. It takes her a moment but she merely gazes at Usagi in silence, analyzing everything about her, everything that is so pristine, a shining light in the darkness.
She was brought here by Usagi, she knows this much. She stops when she's in front of her and takes a deep breath as she sees those eyes, deep blue and almost utterly destroyed from the sorrow. The harshness of this woman softens and she bites her lip and presses her knuckles to her mouth before crouching down in front of Usagi.]
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She knows this girl, this woman. It takes her a moment but she merely gazes at Usagi in silence, analyzing everything about her, everything that is so pristine, a shining light in the darkness.
She was brought here by Usagi, she knows this much. She stops when she's in front of her and takes a deep breath as she sees those eyes, deep blue and almost utterly destroyed from the sorrow. The harshness of this woman softens and she bites her lip and presses her knuckles to her mouth before crouching down in front of Usagi.]
Usagi-chan.