Hm, so this is first contact?
No matter. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to survive. Remember what the Academy taught you; Friendship is only a cheap tactic the enemies use to put others in a false sense of security.
No, I will not get too attached to them. I'll follow them to civilization, then I'll bounce off.
God, I don't want to fight another one of those Grimm creatures they told me about…
Now that I've thought of it, how the hell did I know what that Beowolf was called? Also, I get the feeling that I've been here before. Everything seems so...familiar.
Nah.
With Zephos on my side, and the shattered moon shining above me, I will prevail. After all, manipulation is only effective against the weak minded.
I'm starting to hate this planet.
Everyone is too fast, it hurts my fucking eyes. A teenage girl can beat me in close-quarters combat, and everyone is five steps ahead of me.
Every living thing is said to have a protective aura called...well, Aura. This makes my weapons highly ineffective against these types of people. The only thing strong enough to damage their Aura are continuous direct hits from my Silencer...if I can even hit my enemy.
I can't afford to just carelessly waste my ammunition; my RRN just broke down. Also, too many people are wearing masks. It was nice when it was just me.
They expect me to play fair, and the key to it is aura.
If there's still no way to get back home, the second I find a weakness in the quantum field barrier, I'm warping out of here.
It was a mistake to come to this universe.
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