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He had missed the dilapidated scenery far too much. A grin stretched widely at either end of his face as he whizzed his way off of a ridge into the remaining story of a languidly deteriorating building. The rogue broke forward into a flip, then jutted his legs out to optimize acceleration and lessen air resistance with the momentum UNDER THE MOON’S SHADOW had built up. He gracefully landed on the rusted metal surface, just in case the beam was on the brink of falling apart. Paper Moon peered behind him, estimating which level of the building he was on based off of his height. A fall from there wouldn’t be fatal, but it would definitely leave him incapacitated for some time.
Just to stay on the safe side, he treaded lightly as he expanded a map screen, displaying his current distance from Black City. The region could already be seen over the horizon of decrepit terrain, a diamond in the rough. A beacon of hope, even though it had such a dreary name. The player quickly patted himself down to make sure that all of his bearings were still in check, then without skipping a beat, continued his sprint towards the city.
”When was the last time I stopped by the cafe…?” The boy’s train of thought deviated from its tracks, he wracked through his memory in an attempt to pinpoint a fragment of any sort. It must have been three weeks at the least. Shiro felt a tinge of guilt, since he practically fell off the radar for nearly a month, it must have posed a bit of a concern that an avid patron suddenly disappeared. To him, the cafe was a relaxing place where he could wage the against homework with a constant supply of sugar-induced energy. He would probably have to buy some elaborate and overpriced parfait upon his next visit. Well, at least Angelina’s spirits didn’t seem to drop in the slightest during his absence.
Chances are, Shiro was probably one of the few people who knew both of her identities, but made it a point to not call her by her actual name within DGO unless the two were alone. And since stake outs were regular activities within the Sweepers, that was a decent amount of time.
Paper Moon continued to glance in all directions, just to make sure there weren’t any marauders trailing him. He kept his left arm close to the Harvest Carbine at all times, so in the case of an ambush, at least he would be prepared to return fire at a moment’s notice. But the rogue anticlimactically arrived at the city unscathed. Already he could hear the bustling of the scape right after his first few steps through the gate. If oxygen was a prevalent factor in DGO, all of it would have been exchanged with carbon dioxide because of how many people there were. Paper Moon straightened his jacket with a deft tug, then opened up his messages.
To: Leviathan
From: Paper Moon
Subject: Re:Re: Back in Action
”I’m here. In one piece, as well. Currently waiting by the gates. Feel free to fill me in once you’re here.”
With that, Paper Moon hit sent and swiped at the UI, leaving nothing to obstruct his vision. The city seemed to never sleep, especially with the hints of sudden changes he’s been hearing about.
