dropoffs | W2 🛸 PLAYER CYOA: BUP ROLLERS BOUGHDYQUEST (LOWEEJ) CONT'D

[ he's just standing here and staring at her for a moment like he's trying to also understand if she's real. he's similarly covered in blood and probably gore, though she can faintly make out a hawaiian-patterned shirt he's sort of swimming in. he also has a new robot arm, and it's hard to see but there is a stab wound in his shoulder.

he doesn't really try to get her attention, but the staring is pretty obvious. ]

[hey buddy! she's also not sure if you're real and probably could not handle it if you weren't. or if you are. the mental state ain't doing so hot. she's scratching kind of violently at one of her arms as she finally looks over at him.]

... Shoma? [a pause.] You're...

[she will move over to him and stop in front of him, and stare.]

[ okay well now they're both staring and she can see that his lip's kind of threatening to wobble even if he's very fastly ignoring it. how the hell does this keep getting worse, actually? ]

Why are you here?

[NOOOO BABY

she crouches in front of him, unsteadily. it nearly knocks her over.]

I should be asking you that. [she kind of wants to like, put a hand on him, but she's afraid to.]

[ the mechanical arm reaches out to try and steady her. ]

We were on a bus. And then everything else happened. [ vague, thank you. also there is really probably nowhere that isn't covered in blood and guts so finding a place to put a hand might be difficult. ]

Mm. We were on a bus.

[she says, swallowing hard. it's fine, she's also just completely covered in blood from head to toe and also there's probably like human bits of gore on her too. i cannot state to you how many times someone exploded on her, specifically.]

... It's okay. [she says, resting her hand on top of the mechanical arm.] We'll be alright.

[ he allows it, but he nods slowly. ]

...we'll regroup together and figure out how to get out of here. All of us.

[she taps it.]

I'm going to... heal us. Hold on. And I'm sorry if something strange happens.

[IMMEDIATELY BACKING AWAY]

[ ......... ]

...okay. [ he will just wait, he guesses. ]

[ she will not argue, but eh. ]

Necchan, hold up, shouldn't you be saving that—

[ ope ]

[Well. She tries to heal.

The light of judgment fills her once more, but it's not a warmth. It's heat that floods her, that leaks from her, sharp and cutting. A knife that doesn't choose how it's wielded.

It records right and wrong.
Its job is to record the judgement of the one above.

It does not assess what it writes.
To lay down judgement is not a secretary’s role.

"All shall be executed, as it is written."

Yeah so you're contending with this blinding you all with light and giving everyone present 1 NE.]

[FUCKING OW I BEWILDERING GRACE'D MYSELF]

[GREAT THANKS]

... Well, here we go again.

[SURE HE HAS HIS SWORD OUT HE'LL FIGHT BIBLICALLY ACCURATE THRONÉ]

[at least it's now and not during a fight later

anyway i think we both hate writing fight scenes so honestly, if you want any injuries, this is the time to take them. everybody get fired. she's going to scream and try to beat the shit out of him i guess!!!]

[how is she attacking is it with like fire or what

anyway he's not hesitating to go for debilitating attacks because whatever it'll work out probably]

[with light, according to god, so she's probably holy magic-ing him? so burns but the light kind]

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riverbeans - 2024-03-14 02:03 (UTC) - Expand

[ WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.

anyway he has a pipe bomb in his hand and seems to be debating if he should be throwing it at throné or not. ]

[please

throw a pipe bomb at throne and send her to hell

that's the funniest thing i've ever heard]

[

anyway with a roll of 7 this bomb fucking explodes somewhere to the left of her and probably hits not only her and whoever wants bomb damage i guess. including probably shoma. jesus. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE SHORT AND HAVE A MECHANICAL ARM. ]

[ baiken can trip on ichiban already on the floor with 5 ]

[ now she understands your plight from earlier ]