There has been a year since the One Hundred Machine Funeral*, and the world has changed quite drastically. On the Northern Hemisphere, theres a civilized city of water, while the Southern Hemisphere is a primitive forest civilization. Only a billion or so people survived such a tragedy, but only one feels lonely in such a world… A doji named Milieu of Moderation**. Hes not like an ordinary person; in fact, hes not even human! Hes rather tall and slim, making many believe hes not been taken properly cared for; instead, he just mentions its just how Dunstan developed him. His long, white shimmering hair reaches down to the bottom of his spine, holding it up are two pairs of golden hairclips. His purple eyes are rather slightly small compared to his face, but what are most strange are his gloves, which are large, angular and have a purplish color combined with silver. He also has two long purple transparent visors that stay near his eyes. Connecting to his waist is a large metal piece, which he knows has no purpose to him or Dunstan. His attire has such high quality, wearing a sleeveless kimono top, which displays prominent dark purple lining emerging from the edges. He also has a white hakama (typical Japanese clothing.) that is tied to a golden yellow sash. Milieu, can you run me a quick errand? A voice calls to Milieu, waking him from his daydream. His purple eyes are slightly hazy, due to the occurrence he woke up from slumber.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 02:16:41 +0000
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