Noriko
Ren visibly relaxes when you say that. A little too forgiving on flying demonspawn or conversational landmine? Hard to tell at a glance.
"Hmm... maybe we could lure them out of the chapel? It would be much easier to blow them away outside?"
"<Anyways, if we'll need to get Ren into the dungeon right?>"
"<Indeed! Trouble is, from what I can gather it was sealed off when they flooded it >"
"How can they even attack people like that?"
"<...Random encounters drag them into extra-dimensional space.>"
"<Only Ralph though, it's the queerest thing.>"
"Dungeon diving sounds pretty rough though, are you sure you're up for it Ren?"
"Of course! I'll have it cleared in no time!"
She winks. Well that's good at least. Makes sense she'd be pretty tough for Aethertide standards, after all you and Yuki alone sent what you're pretty sure was a bundle of anime protagonists packing in no time. Maybe you should just be done with the pleasantries and forcibly evict Lothgar and those gangster looking fuckers while you're at it?
"Great! I'll sit that out, I'd just be dead-weight.
That would still leave the ring, the cake (or really just its replacement), and the bouquet.
Shef
There's the longest pause and then
"<Yes. Sorry. I stubbed my toe and was in excruciating pain.>"
Well, the good news is, your contact is an awful liar.
Sakurako
Welp. Here goes nothing. You back yourself up against a wall opposite the exit and kick off to a running start through into the outside world. Crossing the threshold you drive through a passing food cart into a roll into a controlled tumble like the beginnings of a running vacuum butt cannon as your blood begins to accelerate. The tumble turns to a hop, to a leap, to a fucking flip as you launch yourself up into air, skidding to a halt between your quarries.
Okay, no lacerations just yet and you actually stuck the landing. More or less. Didn't need to resort to flying like an emo peter pan. Course with your Requiem engaged your body is now in full-on fight-or-flight response and given that you just hauled your ass over here, flight is the last thing on your mind.
Sweeping your eyes across your surroundings as you turn, you spy a few promising implements. A coupla unoccupied seats with a fair amount of cushioning, a few potplants, and a sandwich board. If push comes to shove comes to brawl you could at least use those on Mr. Stabby. Even with Keijo apparently according to Jack-O' though how exactly you're not entirely sure - sensei o-Shiri hasn't really moved onto weapons training, not that it would help since there aren't any cars, boats, or private jets around for you to use. Or guns for that matter.
Oh right. Defusing the situation. Probably best try that first before you try clocking another with a sandwich board. Two of your teammates are moving through the crowd to, so if all else fails you could stall till numbers are in your favor. Lidia and Aslan you think.
Righto. You straighten and try and defuse the situation. Of course whether your words even pierce the near-palpable miasma of alcohol floating around the guy is another matter entirely.
"<AH'AMENT BLOOTERT. YE'R BLOOTERT WEE LASSIE!>"
Okay, you think at least the message got across? Though he's not exactly standing down. Actually he's shifting around trying to get an angle on the visual representation of impending tetanus. The abomination itself isn't exactly sitting still either it seems to be shrinking, twisting and condensing its body into something smaller, something denser, a spring under tension, brimming with violence yet to be released. Turns out the process sounds fucking awful, like the mating call of an appalachian spotted cheesegrater.
"<LEMME AT 'IM! AH WILL TEACH THIS PIECE O' JUNK TAE INSULT MAH MAW!>"
You're not entirely convince that piece of junk can even speak, let alone hurl insults. Remigio continues moving away from the confrontation, along with several other members of the crowd.
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Topic: Tengoku no Owari SI IC: Yuki Is (Not) Fine (Read 211138 times)