[Saori fought against the crowd, clutching her Soul's Mirror tightly and trying irritably to get across the crowded Buenos Aires street without shoving anyone too hard. She was not happy, definitely very, very confused, and wondering why she couldn't feel the other myojin at all. If she was home, then she should at least feel her connection to them, but while she felt in tune with her power, the others were just...gone.
This was not home. And she was somewhere in South America, judging by the smell of the air. Which meant that she was in for a long flight.
As she passed across the street she jostled heavily against someone in the crowd, her mirror slipping from her grasp...]
Day One - Modern Day Argentina
This was not home. And she was somewhere in South America, judging by the smell of the air. Which meant that she was in for a long flight.
As she passed across the street she jostled heavily against someone in the crowd, her mirror slipping from her grasp...]