[This is a construct. This entire place is a construct. Akira believes that wholeheartedly. But he's pointedly not looking down at the soulless, patrolling girl down below. Sandalphon flutters a bit and soars away, leaving her behind as it moves closer to the building Kido pointed out. And as they get closer, it becomes a little clearer...]
Kido, there's someone down there!
[Someone, importantly, who doesn't look like they're holding a gun! It's just a person in a white suit... standing there, looking around idly.]
[Sandalphon lowers itself, but not close enough that he could feel — for instance — the wind moving from the angel's wings.]
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[This is a construct. This entire place is a construct. Akira believes that wholeheartedly. But he's pointedly not looking down at the soulless, patrolling girl down below. Sandalphon flutters a bit and soars away, leaving her behind as it moves closer to the building Kido pointed out. And as they get closer, it becomes a little clearer...]
Kido, there's someone down there!
[Someone, importantly, who doesn't look like they're holding a gun! It's just a person in a white suit... standing there, looking around idly.]
[Sandalphon lowers itself, but not close enough that he could feel — for instance — the wind moving from the angel's wings.]