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Oh,
I'm dead.
[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Town Market ]
"BLUH!" Saburo's eyes shot open. He instinctively tried to move forward. But he found himself tied back by...ropes?
His gaze quickly scanned his surroundings. What was supposed to be happening right now? Why were they all laying defeated in front of a crowd like this.
Of course. they all knew what had happened.Their lack of tact had slowly rolled a missunderstanding into a fight. Where they proceeded to get stomped by Lady Cirika- Gah, that info insertion was still weird.
So time had reset. And not even their introduction had stuck. Rather, they had been defeated easily by just Cirika.
In her own dream, she was a badass. How very prideful.
Well, time reversal Saburo might be a giant wimp. But he was only just a wimp. And could at least get out of these silly bondings. Holding a hand to the rope, He channeled water energy till the rope was cold enough to simply snap. Freeing his hands, Saburo simply slipped the rest of it off.
Which was good, because his stomach started to twist.
"Exc-" Saburo vomited infront of the crowd. He had clearly had some lunch in there as well, because it was a large amount.
"Ugh"
"Gross"
"Hah!"
The comments of the crowd were little concern to Saburo.
His body felt ticklish. The wounds from the wolves that ripped him apart were no longer there. But in his mind they felt as fresh as anything. He hugged himself as he spilled bile once more. They had been torn apart and eaten. But...they were back here. He had felt literal death. Yet, here they were.
He didn't know what was worse. Dying or still being here afterwards.
Saburo patted his crotch. Ah, that was something. He had at least not pissed himself as he had before his demise.
Spitting whatever vomit was left in mouth out. Saburo took a deep breath. It was okay. It was okay. He had to tell himself it was okay. Had to keep his sanity.
His eyes finally lifting from his own made mess to Cirika. Staring at her for a moment, he could only think of one thing to say.
"Gods, you suck."
@Ehb
@EveryoneweGOAGANE
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[fieldbox= Eimi Otachi, #a03d62, solid]
(Made my own faceclaim suck it Ehb)
[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Town Market ]
Eimi frowned slightly at the sight infront of her and the crowd. She felt the pride of seeing the next scion easily show what happened when newcomers thought they could just disrespect the tribe's honour. A great sin that had to be punished and rightly was.
Albeit, this was a little too easy. Eimi was getting second-hand embarrassment for the merchants. It was pitiful. Like watching toddlers sit in their own poop. The pink haired one was going further with that analogy then she was comfortable with.
She wondered how these travelers even managed to get here in the first place with the Berserk-fang infestation.
"But... What did we do wrong though...?" The Doven girl asked dumbly. Eimi let out a small scoff. Perhaps it was right for them to be embarrassed this much.
Turning her head sideways to look at her childhood friend Kiri. Eimi stared at her blankly.
"Is this entertaining for you? I had thought you'd be away from this. With the people and the noises and the..." Eimi voice pitched up slightly.
"Standing." Kiri couldn't help but get the impression that Eimi was trying to make a joke. But it couldn't help but come off like a child making it's first joke.
She turned her head back to the scene, joke time apparently over.
"Should we do something?" Not that they needed to do or say anything. That much was clear with the both of them. But Eimi seemed to leave it over to Kiri if she wanted to do anything with this.
@Luma[/fieldbox]