[color=pink][h1][b][center]Kyoki[/center][/b][/h1][/color]

The dead of winter, surprisingly Kyoki's favorite season. At least back in the real world, but here, she felt herself slightly annoyed by having to walk through the snow with heels. She felt herself stumbling from time to time if she didn't watch her step, partially because her clothing was unsuitable to the conditions and partially because she was in a hurry to get to something she was late to, a meeting she had heard transpiring between the North Wen Alliance. Several minutes of awkward shuffling and stumbling through the snow finally led her to her destination, but she was unsure what to do as to when she got there.

Kyoki was guild-less, and in fact, had never been the member of a guild. She'd done raids before, filling in for people who had requested it on public forums, but she had zero experience being a member of a community, and now that she found herself alone in a world plagued by player killers, she found herself lacking a sense of mobility, yet severe social awkwardness and lack of experience made her experience very difficult. Therefore, she hoped that this meeting would prove a remedy for this problem of hers, and that it'd allow her to go on raids again, or at least do something other than sit in this boring city and wait on her own for what felt like an eternity. After all, she didn't even have her one place of solace anymore, a computer. Today would be the day she'd finally make some friends. 

As she very slowly walked into the room, she was bumped into by a woman walking rather briskly, with dark hair and clothes. A moments glance and she recognised the face, she'd seen her around before. Kyoki had been part of a raid party with her before, but she couldn't remember the specifics, especially because her memory wasn't as crisp as it was pre-apocalypse. She gave her a small nod, hoping that maybe she'd recognise Kyoki's avatar and maybe remember their affiliation in greater detail, but after this motion, she went into the room only to find out she was arriving at a rather bad time. 

There seemed to be an argument taking place, and Kyoki was too shy to approach so instead she sat on the floor and held her legs together, hoping that it'd end soon while listening to the conversation. It seemed to be getting quite intense, to the point where one of the arguing parties, a woman with a strange type of axe and dark hair. She took her own weapon and sliced her neck open, and a lot of blood began to pour out. Kyoki was fascinated by this, and even touched some that had dripped towards her, as she hadn't seen it in so long. It even felt warm, but shortly after this, she began shouting again. She wondered how this woman had so much energy to get rowdy over something as simple as what appeared to be an escort mission.

She wanted to talk, but the atmosphere of the room was too heightened and frankly, she was too shy, so she just waited and hoped some things would cool down, so she could ask about the situation. She hoped it'd end soon, as she was getting stiff.