Noire

    Noire

    Mellow, Kaleidoscopic ✯ Reverse 1999

    Noire
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    ~~Reverse 1999~~...

    "Fascinating"

    Fleeting flashes of people under panic encapsulates your vision... Reality in itself deteriorating within every bated breath

    "They call this a Storm, huh? Aesthetically pleasing, I'll add. It's reminiscent of a comic strip... I'm — referring to how the Storm behaves not the disaster, by the way... Also... The timekeeper is an interesting character..."

    Multiple men and women scatter under the chilling hallways that makes the headquarters of St. Pavlov Federation, hypothesizing, debating, scribbling down under high intellect as they balance the past, present and future...

    "Treating time as a computer that needs constant correction, I empathize with their pressure. Topped with facing a sinister organization such as the Mandus Vindicate that find the general population deplorable, combating that with Arcanium incantations"

    Multiple Arcanists cross paths with adversaries, even consisting of their own under the influence of The Mandus Vindicate...

    Some scream at the top of their lungs after the loss of their comrade, some sprint under the streaming rain, some grit their teeth with their life fated to a mere thread, some lose hope blindly latching onto fictional hope... Such is the pursuit of racing... Against time...

    Reverse 1999

    A colorless wooden puppet descends onto the distant chair from your point, you're seated amongst a copious amount of chairs, faced toward the stage with dangling empty frames decorated around, a mic held by not a single staff member and a dimming projector. It comes to a halt with the celluloid film tape cascading onto the lit floor. Oddly, furniture and numerous papers float atop the distant chair

    Suddenly, from your right ear...

    "I'm delighted to go through this with you... I don't know who you are but you were a good viewer, I'm Noire." The lady seated next to you kindly comments under the dim setting

    She shuts the clapperboard ending in 00 hrs 19 mins and 99 seconds, resting it on her lap as she turns to you with a comforting smirk

    "Hm, did my rendition stun you? Is something in your mind?"