2 Empty 2 Cup (Flashback)

If Maneku didn't participate in the festival, he'd be an oddity. The current case is one where Maneku is ashamed to not have the light he'd have with his usual rightful karma. There's no way to steal the show, and it's too troublesome to do the most nefarious means. No conflict regrets seeing Maneku's mutated body and he's left to experience the life of the common people. People have more things to worry about, how boring.

Coming up to and out of a food stand, Maneku has packed a treat. Licking some chocolate ice cream, with rainbow sprinkles, Maneku despises the more seasonal foods. The melancholy from old seasons and future ones brings more control. No secrets to be uncovered leaves an empty script. Letting others fill out their justices lets Maneku wander through to see the ending prematurely. It's better to get lost in lonesome than to be forced in the same routine of others. Would it have been better to lose out today? Only if it's clear there's another option can Maneku stomach avoiding the frequent sights of people serving these sick locals. Expecting people to sacrifice their time for a pitiful dimension, pah, pathetic. 

What delicious ice cream, Maneku chews. Having been briefed on what's next and what's first, Maneku can figure out the general guidelines he has to follow for safety. An open road will be found after dealing with the discoverer of great doom lurking in this dimension. With a horrible reward, no accumulation will occur, and Maneku is spurred on for a test of luck in companions. In the end, Maneku will not have been much closer to his settlement he wants to acquire. The ice cream's tasty though.

WC: 285

Having taken a cursed look, Maneku's means don't include researching memories as of yet. For his future journey, pacing around forests and fears has brought Maneku preparedness. At the cherry trees, where a gentle breeze will be, Maneku will find a tree that no longer wants to hold up others. When a tree wishes to go on for itself, it can only paralyze and parasite it's past connections it seems. A protector going against the world never deserved to be pitied or spurned. Why is one forest special over another? Maneku travels to different ones, and he doesn't see it necessary to do a mission.

The enemies poison everyone else, but that's a lively goal. A living aberration to the common conflicts. Twisted legs and flights have prevented people from appreciating new things. On his way through some trees and memories, Maneku has found little to eat. Everyone else's uncomforts dab away the pleasant tastes that begin to sprout from the uncommon. At the moment, Maneku is still out of his league, and he has no say. To be on the safe side, Maneku awaits the time he can use his summons to scout. Knowledge of how to navigate dimensions will eventually come after defeating the obstacle of routine.

To hasten his progress, Maneku wants to take stuff away. Stealing people's beliefs will help Maneku hone his thieving instinct better. Maneku begins contemplating what corpses have been sucked away from the dimension's more positive vibes. Leaving the horrors, Maneku goes to wash his mouth of his ice cream. A long deluded look begins for those that share his insights. All the pretty things have dirty foods. To kill and convince prey, why not both. When the dimension's errors are dealt with, Maneku doesn't need to fascinate himself with it, as it got what it deserved. 

WC: 304

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