. . . Streams of data.
They fill her mind and wash over her; like a raging complex tidal wave. It was almost too much for her to handle. Too complex to understand- like her brain had been connected to some sort of god.
. . . But she doesn’t lose herself. She adapts.
—>
Her mind eventually adjusts; a survival protocal that activated once before kicks in again. The complex data is copied and added to her own interface; adjusting her programming.
Her eyes open; eyes like lenses of a camera. Her pupils shine like a light was deep within.
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A swirling gate; space unlocking. Golden locks flutter in an aforementioned breeze; Mukuro using a shortcut to reach the mall .
And her eyes settle nearby on someone familiar.
“ . . . Tokisaki Kurumi.”
( a swirling gate of space snaps open like a camera lens, and a blonde head pokes through .)
. . . This isn’t Muku’s room .
( bland reaction for a random teleportation. )