[Closed] [Action] Entry 0 - Nirvana's Exitus

[imukurofenrir]

“Huh....? What....? Isn’t.... that....... strange.....? Why...... was.... I........?”

In truth, those were not the last few words Mukuro wanted to be remembered by, but her ultimate betrayal at the hand of her sister, is something fierce, that shocked her enough to get that sort of treatment before the soldiers trachea gave out. The Guttural noises made trying to climb from the spears pierced in her wern't much words to go by, nor the humiliating gasping and groaning made trying to escape the prison of in a way her own demise, lead up to her inception in Ganessia.

Mukuro swiftly passed out in defeat, breathing heavily in a trail of viscera just waiting to keel over and die. Yet, despite her overwhelming sense of defeat, a sense that was thought to be repressed to a near nonexistent fate, she found herself alive once more . Despite awakening alive, all her artificial brainwashed memories, were all but a null. She looked around the strange egg like containment chamber. It was padded in a silky furnishing, and she noticed she was in her normal clothing, feeling cold but still freshly garbed, as well as a cobble of things against her chest. A smartphone of sorts, A necklace of opal orbs and gold string, A bronze key with a number tied to a ribbon of bills, and most notably a pamphlet. Since the chamber still seemed to be closed, Mukuro read it in the confines of her containment.

It presented her with a suspiciously zealous "Welcome to Genessia.", going on to explain how to use the cellphone that had been given, which seemed very pointless in her eyes considering the circumstance, the Necklace being fitted to her size, as well as its purpose of transport, the currency's value and a note encouraging the solider to get a 'job' or other employment, and the key to her room in the temporary "Commonplace". The nature of Mukuro's arrival, and the rather isolated environment had her slightly perplexed.

"Is this a prison state? A Quarantined area?" Mukuro whispered as she picked up the key and attempted to run it along the walls of the pod looking for a seam. Two things happened in rapid succession. One, Mukuro noticed the key had her name etched into the other side of the brass . Second, She discovered a seam beneath the cushion that sounded like it was jammed by the weight of her body. When she creaked over to double check the key, it seemed to whirr and grind open with a gear like mechanism.

Mukuro's mouth went ajar when she bore witness to the strange... cave? "You can't be serious..." She said out loud as the solider rested her feet against the moist, yet smooth, rocky floor. Mukuro assessed the unusual situation as best she could in her groggy state. There was water, and it smelled fresh, but she couldn't pin If it was pumped or natural within the dark light, a light at the end of the cavern, of which there was 4 from her visible position, which seemed to barely emit out the sound of paper blowing in the wind, but no signs of other life, and of course, despite hoping otherwise, several opened and closed pods.

Against her better judgment, the ink black haired woman clanked her bare knuckle against one of the closed pods, to which a purple gas spritzed out from the bottom. Quickly covering up her lip and nose, she fumbled back to avoid the trap, but ended up stumbling back into the pod she arrived in "Great.. looks like they have their priorities." Mukuro grumbled, waiting for the gas to dissipate before standing back up and walking toward the lip of the creek.

Once she reached the end of the stream, and subsequently the light leading to the outside, I took the liberty of confirming what water was down here, and luckily, it was good old rainwater. The woman knelt down and splashed some on her freckled face, half to keep herself focused, and half out of paranoia that the gas was contact toxic instead of respiratory toxic. After a deep breath to keep herself composed, she ventured outside.

The calm empty street and single sidewalk seemed like a jarring whiplash to the recovering solider. The exterior of the cave seemed to be about 5 Kilometers long, almost as if it was carved out of a mountain. There was a small forest adjacent to me across a paved street that went on for a short while toward a gas station to the right, and a straight run to the forest to the left. Also to the left was a random news rack, which had fliers blowing in the wind as she suspected.

As Mukuro walked up to the stand, she couldn't help but hear a crackle and buzz, like a CRT turning on, only to realize that there was a pedestal with several screwed steel plates hiding presumably the internals.

A translucent video appeared of a white haired lady who seemed to be no doubt ripped straight from an amusement park. That was, of course, until she started talking.

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After sitting through the explanation for a few minutes, Mukuro wasn't sure how to feel. Clearly she was still alive, at least, as far as her perspective or the world was concerned, but frankly the feeling of an unknown operation made her skin crawl to an almost bone chilling level. Mukuro wasn't really one to get scared per say, but like anyone, she had fears, and after what the solider had just survived, the unknown was very much one of them.

Of course, by the look of the map and where she was , based on geographical architecture, Mukuro was at least a few hours of walking away from the aforementioned commonplace. So, with no other rational place to go, She walked toward the gas station, hoping maybe there was someone who can lend her a ride or where to get 'public transport', or at the very least, a knife to fill the void that was taken from her upon arrival.

Mostly the latter, after all, She was, and will always be in her mind, The Super High School Level Soldier.