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This was the impossible come to life. 

Beyond the shroud of the Crystal Curtain was this fantastic city; a backdrop of the fantastic and impossible. 

The Overcity. 

There was an otherworldly odor pervaded through every last spec of air within this fantastic city. A sickly sweet odor that seemed impossible to place the direct nature of, yet was pervasive enough to make one nauseous. Within the expanse of the city, however, this scent was thankfully muted by other scents, some more and some less pleasant. 

Yet these beings were not anomalous to the Overcity. Conformed standards of normality were different in the areas where one traveled, and this was no exception. This was the Overcity’s ordinary hustle and bustle. 

While perhaps strange to the uninformed to what lies beyond the moonlit veil, to someone who had the better part of a century as the gear to an impossible machine, Valkyrie did not seem phased by the sheer insanity of the fantastic city. If anything, she seemed somewhat nervous about having such a seemingly infinite expanse of both human and inhuman masses cluttering the expanse between the impossible structures. 

A man with the face of a lizard. 

A woman with the wings and talons of an owl.

A magical girl riding on a mighty serpent. 

And there were those who hid their faces under sheets and cloaks.

While Valkyrie held a mostly “normal” appearance of a magical girl, her wings were one of her defining features; they hardly stood out against the backdrop of the impossible, however. 

She was not afraid of the unknown. Or at the very least, what she understood as the “unknown”, yet “known”. The streets were full of dangers, yet held many wonders. Such did not matter to someone who had given away her exhausted life for a peak under the veil of moonlit world. 

What concerned Valkyrie more than anything was losing the person, whom she had sworn her protection to, within the ever-expanding pool of people, which had Ronin running into the Overcity with childish vigor. Catching up to the energetic Ronin with the city drop behind them was a difficult task, but once she had, Valkyrie took Ronin’s tiny hand by her own. 

[color=fff79a]“Do not let go of my hand. I am afraid if you let go, I shall not be able to find you once again,”[/color] Valkyrie said to the young (appearing) magical girl, tightening her grip ever-so-slightly as to not harm Ronin, but to reassure her of her presence. Even if for a moment, were the two separated Valkyrie would have no chance of finding Ronin. And even if the two were to find one another once again, it likely would take a while, trivializing the urgency of the mission she had bestowed to Valkyrie by Ronin. 

[color=fff79a]“I was told to find someone called Jill, but they didn’t really give me much instructions beyond that. I wish I was given a little more assistance than that…. “[/color]

Valkyrie sighed, though even if she was distressed by this, she did not wish for Ronin to realize. It was not as if she blamed those guards for their lack of more seemingly concrete information, though it was not as if it did not get her a bit down, her wings drooping a bit at her temporary feeling of powerlessness and confusion. 

She had to be strong in these trifling times, though in reality this quest to find this “Jill” person was something akin to the blind leading the blind. 

There was always the possibility of Valkyrie and Ronin splitting up to cover more ground, but again, attempting to find the tiny Ronin in this fantastic city would be akin to finding a needle in one out of a nearly infinite number of haystacks. 

[color=fdc68a][i]“Idiot. They told you how to get there, didn’t they? What more do you want from them. A Basaghan who can’t follow directions is a Basaghan I don’t need.”[/i] [/color]

Her only clue was the name of the place she might find Jill; Magical Services district.

According to the very nice guards at the edge of the veil, this is where “Jill” would be found. If she was popular enough to be known by name in an infinite expanse of highrises and impossible fantasy, then it couldn’t be too hard to find her, right? If these were her only two clues, she would not let them go to waste. 

With that, Valkyrie attempted to direct herself towards this district in order to ask about this “Jill” individual. Hopefully, “Jill” was not such a common name that the directions given by the guards would be for naught!