Episode 2

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Mori Calliope Ch. hololive-EN

【MV】Non-Fiction 【hololive English -Myth- Original Song】

The Case of the Last True Daughter of Atlantis

"If you go looking for a friend, you're going to find they're very scarce. If you go out to be a friend, you'll find them everywhere."  -Zig Ziglar

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."  -Ralph Waldo Emerson

The beach of Santa Monica

Los Angles, California

November 5, 2019

She was hired to find someone.  The process of finding the person turned out to be much harder than Amelia Watson had anticipated.  There were far less clues than one would have thought.

Sure, she’d survived several vampire attacks.  Her attackers were all dust now.

That was part of the problem.  If the person she was trying to find had done the same, there were no vampire bodies to use to figure out where this person was.

There was also a stupidly high chance the person she was looking for had not survived such an attack.   Several victims had been fed on and died in Santa Monica.

Days had passed by.  The trail might be getting cold.

The woman she was searching for was most likely blending with the crowds in a fashion that was unnaturally persistent.   For Amelia to have had this much trouble for so long actually suggested magic.

She had gifts that made her extraordinary in her profession.   It was reasonable to assume someone might have gifts that could counter that.

In the end, she had to look for what was out of the ordinary in a broader sense.  That’s when she noticed the surfers were out of the pacific.

Most walked up and down the beach in a huff, unable to follow their passion.   It was what was in the water that stopped them.

A virtual school of shark fins lined up and down the coast.   Though unlikely to kill the surfers, no one wanted to get bit.

The pattern of the surfers also made one other thing stand out.  Standing alone far from the others was a form that appeared to blend with the crowd with a cold weather wet suit.

The figure had no surfboard.  The figure had also wandered far away from the other surfers who had been trying to avoid the sharks.

The lone figure was right in the center of the activity.   Amelia headed to the figure.

She watched the aimless wandering on the beach.  She also watched the detached look in the tiny silver-haired surfer’s eyes.

The surfer was hungry.  She was disorientated.

She blended perfectly with the background.  That said, she was way too comfortable being near a school of sharks for it to be any normal person.

As Amelia approached, she felt a hum from the watch she hadn’t felt since she was a little girl.  When she opened the device, she noticed the branch symbol glowing.

As soon as she looked up again, the girl was dressed quite differently.   She wore a blue shark suit that must have been bought by someone’s mother or grandmother.

It was an expression of adoration for someone they still saw as a child.  It was not a statement of fashion by any stretch of imagination.

Gura wandered the beach on the verge of blood frenzy.  A school of sharks feeling her hunger had come to investigate.

Strange people spoke in strange clothes wandering up and down the beach.  They complained nonstop about not being able to get in the water.

Gura had avoided them out of annoyance.  She wanted to be alone, but she was getting progressively hungrier and more stressed as the days out of water dragged on.

That’s when the lady in strange yellow clothing approached.  She had a calm smile.

The first person in forever really saw her and came up to talk to her.  Despite being a shark, Gura found she was quite shy when so confronted.

The lady asked, “Would you like to go get something to eat?”

Gura would normally be reserved.  However, at this moment, hunger got the better of the Atlantean.

The shark simply replied, “Yes.”