I had just gone to sleep in my dorm on Rhodes Island, but when I opened my eyes, I was in a completely unfamiliar place.
The people here not only all lack distinguishing racial features, like the Aegir, but they can even use guns freely (this part is uncertain).
A Terra native, a powerful mercenary renowned for his fire Arts, a pink-haired Vouivre who writes as taciturn but reads as socially anxious: ?
Bro, is this right?
A familiar voice came through the communicator at his waist: "Holy crap, Dragon, are you there? Are you there? I transmigrated!"
The moment he thought of the rabbit-head fellow arriving in this unfamiliar place too, the Vouivre's anxiety vanished.
Oh, right, right.
A story about fictional characters, best read with your brain switched off / Any OOC is my fault, meow / Everyone's a Rhodes Island Operator~ No real-world stuff will be involved! / I haven't followed the Arknights story in ages, so if anything is wrong, just treat it as an alternate universe, please! / I might just abandon this halfway through
A rambling story with irregular updates. I drew the cover and character cards myself, so please shower me with love~
Theme: Hold hands until we reach the ends of the world
