Voicetesting -- Mukuro & Chrome -- Tanagura

[foschialeale]

The world of mafioso was a dangerous one and she'd willingly come into it with a new perspective that only Mukuro had been able to grant her and since then she'd somehow managed to keep up. Many could argue that she wasn't the most strong-willed individual but she'd been getting better and the time spent within that futuristic timeline had NOT been an easy one.

Several times it had seemed like everything was going downhill, but in the end Tsuna had succeeded in defeating Byakuran and setting things right. While she was the type to not get nearly as... excitable as the other members had about this, Chrome truly was happy that all of this was over and they would get to return home. She yearned for the comfort of Kokuyo Land and listening to Ken and Chikusa as they argued over the little things, wondering mutely if they might at all have missed her.

Probably not, but she missed them either way.

Closing her singular violet eye, she remained quiet as that man - Shouichi Irie - began talking of the details on how they would be returned to their own time. Whether it was out of sheer exhaustion or something else entirely, the next time she opened her eye once more, her surroundings were not anything at all like what she remembered and she sat up in a panic before realizing there was a strange device nearby that she hadn't seen before. Not much but perhaps maybe it could explain what was going on. "Ah..." Hesitation flashed over Chrome's features before she reached over to pick it up, and from there she ended up learning where she was and a general idea of this place, though it just made her heart ache.

So this was far away from home yet again.

A glance around her room afterward found a familiar trident nearby and she moved over to grasp it in her small hands; feeling the warmth within that always seemed to be present. Her body was fine as well and she still held her Vongola ring so that meant her illusions were intact, though there was still a lot of things she didn't know, but sitting around here would not gain her any answers. With a small, quiet sigh, Chrome rose to her feet and headed out of her new 'home' until she was outside and where she saw that this new place was like a dream and it was a little hard to take in. She'd had to collapse the trident and put it in the bag she had for it, as it would attract too much attention; more than she already did.

Moving to ask some of the locals where would be the best place to go to get answers, most just directed her to go to some location named 'Apathia' and so with a nod and careful travel, she found herself there soon enough and it was definitely held more of an 'at home' feel and she couldn't help but smile a little.

So strange but... it wasn't all as bad as it seemed and the people seemed friendly.

Perhaps she wasn't entirely keeping track of things - or spaced out too much - as out of nowhere, she bumped into someone and something cold splashed down the front of her clothes. Unlike most who might get mad or offended by this, Chrome just blinked a couple of times and made to try and find the source so she could apologize for bumping into him and causing that to happen but stopped short when the person, a light haired boy a bit older than herself with the haircolor similar to Gokudera's, started apologizing and bowing his head while asking what he could do to make it up to an elite for ruining her clothes.

Even offering her all the bytes he had on him to which she just frowned a bit and held up her hands before her. "Ah, no...you don't have to..." Then who she assumed was the store-owner came up and chastized the boy further, saying he was a disgraceful mongrel and so on and it kind of intimidated her as she started backing up.

Only stopping when she ran into someone but not realizing just who it was.

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[nascondere]

Hands came up automatically to the small girl's shoulders, instinct telling him he needed to hold the person steady so she wouldn't bump into him once again instead of simply just steadying her like a proper human being would. But Mukuro had never been a proper human being in his entire life, so what would he know.

(Though... something about this girl's touch, the feel of her underneath his hands, felt familiar. Her hair too, from what he could see in his peripheral vision, was familiar. But perhaps that was nostalgia talking.)

"Oya oya, what's going on here?" Mukuro grinned at the two men before him, a hint of teeth showing between his lips. Friendly on the outside, but meant to intimidate all the same. However, before the shop owner could relay the story, he held up a hand to stave off any explanations, the man closing his mouth with a click at the imperious gesture. "Ah... spare me. That was a rhetorical question. I know exactly what was going on here."

A scene. Drawing in curious eyes, rubberneckers. How shameful. How... typical of this world. And Mukuro had gotten involved in this spectacle simply because the young elite girl had been backing up against him, and he never noticed because she was so small, and his attentions were elsewhere-- namely the rest of the street. But now that he was involved, he'd rather end that involvement quickly, and that meant ending the situation itself.

"Why don't you take this indoors, gentlemen, or at least end it. Don't you see how scared the young lady is with your menace?"