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selfishwish) wrote in middaeg2019-10-07 12:17 am
[OPEN] I wanna say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet
Who: Momiji Sohma & You!
When: Oct. 5 - 13
Where: Around Aef: Residential Districts; the Harbor; Desmodus Mori
What: Semi-catchall for Octeuril; Momiji grows a puca's knack for getting into trouble.
Warnings: Bad decisions; possible vampire stuff.
I. Finders (Haven & Residential Districts)
[He is just so...itchy lately.
It's hard to explain. No one would ever have called Momiji the sitting-still, hands-to-himself type. He's energetic! But lately, without warning or explanation, it's different. It's like the world feels just a little too slow. Like he'll just be doing normal stuff--say, having lunch--and out of the blue life drags to a crawl, as if he were stuck sitting through the last fifteen minutes of class before summer break. Only forever.
His shifts with Particularly Good Finders are one of the only parts of the day that's consistently tedium-free. After that first slow day where he decided to see how big a tower of files he could make before anyone stopped him, the puca detectives have deemed it a good idea to find some tasks their newest junior assistant could help out with out-of-office.
Conveniently, with all the porch sales going on in the run up to Samuin, there are plenty of easy pickings for casual investigations: Everything from jilted friends wanting to make sure acquaintances aren't giving away that one book they borrowed and never returned, to claims of stolen property, to jealous partners just wanting to get a good snoop in. The Finders only give him the simplest assignments, but at least they're something to do!
Usually, the jobs are easy: He hops over to a sale or open house and digs around a little. Roots about for a missing item, asks after it, gets a look at any interested buyers. He looks like any other customer, mostly. But every so often they're more interesting, and he gets to stake out a spot for the afternoon or tail someone. It's always possible that you'll look up to see the kid who was kicking a ball against the curb a second ago furiously scribbling in a miniature notebook. Or innocently pick up some rare-looking book or trinket and, fifteen minutes later, find the same little blond not-so-discreetly shadowing you down the street, peeking out from behind corners and street displays.
He's still working on practicing the whole "stealth" thing.]
2. Samuin (Harbor District)
[Another fun thing about this new restlessness: No one in Aefenglom can tell him to go to bed. Or even when to be home by! And did you know that down by the Harbor the pubs have street parties going on until almost dawn, most nights?
Momiji learns this mostly by accident, but it's a fascinating discovery. None of the parties are boring! And over the week that follows he can be found all over them, almost every other night, sometimes for two or three nights in a row. There's just too much fun stuff to do: One night he'll be playing violin and learning sea shanties, with lots of place-names he can't pronounce and sailor argot that he really shouldn't use.
The next he'll be camped out at a table of men each twice his size, playing at cards or dice. They start off laughing at the bright-eyed pipsqueak squirming his way into an open seat, but by midway through the night he's getting as intense a set of stares from across the table as any other player as he peeks at his cards from behind a mounting pile of cunes.]
...having four of the same one is good, right?
[He says with complete innocence, but then the last card for the round flips over and he can't help but beam, sticking out his tongue at whoever's across the table from him. Is that wise, given the company? Probably not. He suspects he should be a little scared, doing it. Actually, from how fast his heart's beating, he's pretty sure he is.]
Ta-dah!
[And the funny thing is, after a week's worth of itching, it is kind of just...the best?]
3. Blood for Bucks (Desmodus Mori)
[The way this story ends is that, by the time the weekend rolls around, there's a bunny in a vampire bar.
Don't look at him like that. It's for a good cause! He saw a flyer about a blood-drive! Wanting to check that out is being humanitarian. And given who's on the receiving end, it has the benefit of being a seasonally-appropriate spooky blood drive! (Unrelated: He's gotten a little sick of sea shanties by this point.) Of course, he's tried to dress up for the vibe of the place. All black felt a little too cliche--and, also, his wardrobe was too colorful to pull it off--but he's picked out one of his dressier shirts in dark purple with a lace collar, matched against the paler shade of his thigh-high socks.
The place doesn't look that scary, all things considered, but he's still shivering just a little--whether from nerves or excitement--as he clambers up on a bar-stool.]
Umm, [He starts skittishly, before smiling at the bartender and sliding the leaflet he brought with him across the bar.] Can I get a ginger ale? And maybe, like...do you have dessert?
[His nose wrinkles in contemplation.]
You're supposed to eat before you give blood, right? Or is it right after?
4. Catch-All
[If you want to run into Momiji for the first half of the month anywhere not covered by the prompts above, feel free to hit me up with an idea! (He'll also be doing, inter alia, rehearsals for Mozart's opera, which he will probably be quite sleepy for.)]
When: Oct. 5 - 13
Where: Around Aef: Residential Districts; the Harbor; Desmodus Mori
What: Semi-catchall for Octeuril; Momiji grows a puca's knack for getting into trouble.
Warnings: Bad decisions; possible vampire stuff.
I. Finders (Haven & Residential Districts)
[He is just so...itchy lately.
It's hard to explain. No one would ever have called Momiji the sitting-still, hands-to-himself type. He's energetic! But lately, without warning or explanation, it's different. It's like the world feels just a little too slow. Like he'll just be doing normal stuff--say, having lunch--and out of the blue life drags to a crawl, as if he were stuck sitting through the last fifteen minutes of class before summer break. Only forever.
His shifts with Particularly Good Finders are one of the only parts of the day that's consistently tedium-free. After that first slow day where he decided to see how big a tower of files he could make before anyone stopped him, the puca detectives have deemed it a good idea to find some tasks their newest junior assistant could help out with out-of-office.
Conveniently, with all the porch sales going on in the run up to Samuin, there are plenty of easy pickings for casual investigations: Everything from jilted friends wanting to make sure acquaintances aren't giving away that one book they borrowed and never returned, to claims of stolen property, to jealous partners just wanting to get a good snoop in. The Finders only give him the simplest assignments, but at least they're something to do!
Usually, the jobs are easy: He hops over to a sale or open house and digs around a little. Roots about for a missing item, asks after it, gets a look at any interested buyers. He looks like any other customer, mostly. But every so often they're more interesting, and he gets to stake out a spot for the afternoon or tail someone. It's always possible that you'll look up to see the kid who was kicking a ball against the curb a second ago furiously scribbling in a miniature notebook. Or innocently pick up some rare-looking book or trinket and, fifteen minutes later, find the same little blond not-so-discreetly shadowing you down the street, peeking out from behind corners and street displays.
He's still working on practicing the whole "stealth" thing.]
2. Samuin (Harbor District)
[Another fun thing about this new restlessness: No one in Aefenglom can tell him to go to bed. Or even when to be home by! And did you know that down by the Harbor the pubs have street parties going on until almost dawn, most nights?
Momiji learns this mostly by accident, but it's a fascinating discovery. None of the parties are boring! And over the week that follows he can be found all over them, almost every other night, sometimes for two or three nights in a row. There's just too much fun stuff to do: One night he'll be playing violin and learning sea shanties, with lots of place-names he can't pronounce and sailor argot that he really shouldn't use.
The next he'll be camped out at a table of men each twice his size, playing at cards or dice. They start off laughing at the bright-eyed pipsqueak squirming his way into an open seat, but by midway through the night he's getting as intense a set of stares from across the table as any other player as he peeks at his cards from behind a mounting pile of cunes.]
...having four of the same one is good, right?
[He says with complete innocence, but then the last card for the round flips over and he can't help but beam, sticking out his tongue at whoever's across the table from him. Is that wise, given the company? Probably not. He suspects he should be a little scared, doing it. Actually, from how fast his heart's beating, he's pretty sure he is.]
Ta-dah!
[And the funny thing is, after a week's worth of itching, it is kind of just...the best?]
3. Blood for Bucks (Desmodus Mori)
[The way this story ends is that, by the time the weekend rolls around, there's a bunny in a vampire bar.
Don't look at him like that. It's for a good cause! He saw a flyer about a blood-drive! Wanting to check that out is being humanitarian. And given who's on the receiving end, it has the benefit of being a seasonally-appropriate spooky blood drive! (Unrelated: He's gotten a little sick of sea shanties by this point.) Of course, he's tried to dress up for the vibe of the place. All black felt a little too cliche--and, also, his wardrobe was too colorful to pull it off--but he's picked out one of his dressier shirts in dark purple with a lace collar, matched against the paler shade of his thigh-high socks.
The place doesn't look that scary, all things considered, but he's still shivering just a little--whether from nerves or excitement--as he clambers up on a bar-stool.]
Umm, [He starts skittishly, before smiling at the bartender and sliding the leaflet he brought with him across the bar.] Can I get a ginger ale? And maybe, like...do you have dessert?
[His nose wrinkles in contemplation.]
You're supposed to eat before you give blood, right? Or is it right after?
4. Catch-All
[If you want to run into Momiji for the first half of the month anywhere not covered by the prompts above, feel free to hit me up with an idea! (He'll also be doing, inter alia, rehearsals for Mozart's opera, which he will probably be quite sleepy for.)]
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So, the table's patience was wearing thin, even before he got comfortable enough to start being a brat. And the man who's out the most from that last hand is starting to say something about how he'll be missing that tongue the next time he lets it go wagging, but--
Asahi chooses a good moment to interrupt.]
Asahi! Hi...!
[Momiji spins around in his seat to greet her, waving as she draws near. He's a little surprised to see her out at this hour, too, but...then again, he doesn't have room to talk. The way she dashes through the crowd towards them gives him pause, though. Her feathers are actually ruffled!]
Just playing! I'm learning all the different card games the sailors here know.
What are you doing out?
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Uh, I.. just...
[ This would be a really good time for Asahi to be someone who was actually capable of lying. (Or willing to, really.) It'd sure make thinking up an excuse to get him away from here more easily. ]
I was just walking around and saw you playing here with your.. new friends..! [ Those two words have never been said in a more tense-gritted-teeth kind of way. ] Isn't it kind of late for you to still be out here?
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He's certainly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, though.]
Not really. They have parties like this like every night before Samuin! They're pretty neat. It's like--staying up the last night before the New Year! [Only, you know, for an entire month.] ...And you're here too.
[That last note's in an amicably conspiratorial tone, not a defensive one. Behind him, meanwhile, the new dealer splits the cards between his hands, then flips them back together, starting to pass them around. As Momiji stays turned around, the man grunts: "In or out?"]
In--duh, silly!
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This just isn't going very well, huh.
After shooting a nervous glance in the direction of the men, she leans over even closer to Momiji to be able to whisper - and this time even try to properly keep her volume down so they can't hear her. ]
Listen, after this round I need a moment to talk to you, okay? Privately.
[ And drag him away. But she doesn't have to tell him that, right? Right. ]
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[He thinks he can maybe guess, given the distressed way Asahi hides her face when he announces his intent to stay in another hand. But he can play innocent about that, too. And, besides, he's fine, clearly! Not only is he winning, he's pretty sure the other guys at the table have a bark that's way worse than their bite?
He's played like this a couple of nights now, and he's only seen one person physically thrown out of the group.]
Umm, let's see. I bet...this much!
[He swivels back to the table, finally, when the round's underway and the action's circled back to him. Eyeballing a little tower of coins, he scoops them into one palm and splashes into the center of the table with everyone else's antes.
"How much, rodent?" the dealer grunts back irritably.]
Oh, right! Eight...hundred? And I'm a rabbit.
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Instead she just moves so she's standing behind Momiji. The girl quickly sticks her hands into her pockets, since she sure does not want to be giving off even the slightest sign that could be interpreted as her helping him cheat. So she ends up looking almost more like a bodyguard with how she's standing near him. A really awkward-looking one though. ]
Yeah..! You can't just go around calling people rodents!
[ Okay, so Asahi doesn't want trouble. But her conscience would also absolutely never allow her to just let that "rodent" comment pass without her commenting on it. She bristles a bit, her wings moving along with the emotion. ]
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"Rabbit, rodent--it eatsss the sssame."]
Eww.
[Momiji pulls a face, then leans his chair precariously far back to sneak Asahi a peek at his cards. The deck looks more like a tarot set than traditional playing cards, pictoral, symbolic cards shuffled in with the traditional suits.]
Soo, you only get to use three from your hand, and then two from the ones they turn over for everybody? So, these ones are pretty good--
[He points a few of the cards out to her as the betting goes back around, as if the entire table couldn't hear him, then idly calls when it's his turn. His hand's okay, with a lot of high-valued cards of the same suit, but he doesn't actually have anything that could win yet.
More important, for the moment, he chirps:]
...I really like your wings!
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She kind of just wants to scoop him up and carry him straight out of here. He's small, so she probably could manage that, if not for the fact these guys would stop them for sure. So that's a bad plan. Instead she's just got to stand here nervously.
The remark just makes her wings wrap themselves around her protectively as her cheeks colour a faint pink. ]
Are you sure this is the right moment for that?
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He is still a little naive about some things.He just shrugs cheerfully as the dealer continues flopping over cards in the table's center.]
Uh-huh! Can you fly with them yet?
[Why would it ever be a bad time to talk about that! It's a game, they're allowed to chat! Though he does have to turn back around as the action comes his way. With one card left to turn over, he's still technically holding nothing--but with a few different ways to make a big hand. An experienced player might bet conservatively here, just to feel out the group...?]
Um, nine...no, wait, ten thousand.
[Or, if you're Momiji, you could just push most of your piled up coins into the pot. It's about a half-week's worth of wage's for a lower-paying job around the city. Hardly a fortune, but a lot compared to the 500-cune ante they're playing! The bet draws a few irritable murmurs and some stray curses, and five of the other hands around the table get pitched.
That leaves Momiji, their naga friend, and Mr. "Casually Threaten to Tear Out a Kid's Tongue" still waiting on the last deal!]
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[ But if that answer sounds a little distracted, it's because she definitely is more than a little distracted. Asahi may not be a card game genius, but even she can tell that Momiji isn't exactly holding the best hand ever. Not one that warrants really upping the ante like that.
Seriously, what is he doing.. This is why you shouldn't let kids play these games! Nevermind the fact that Momiji isn't truly a kid - or at the very least, he's hardly even that much younger than Asahi. But with the way he looks and the way he's acting right now combined, it really does feel like she's dealing with a child. (That's exactly what awakens that protective instinct in her, rather than just deciding to get out of this place before things get nasty.) ]
I haven't tried yet.
[ She glances over at the other two players left in the game, trying to see if she can tell anything at all from their expressions - while trying to keep her unease out of her own expression the best she can. Come on, Asahi, this isn't the time to look intimidated! Just meet their gaze! ]
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[Okay, though, he'll finally shut up about Asahi's wings, because the dealer's flipped the very last card over--the King of Cups. And, since he has the Ace, the Page, and the Knight sitting in his hand, and the Queen is already uncovered on the board...]
I think that means I win! [He tells Asahi, shooting her an impish look, before he unfolds his hand on the table. He'll be good and not stick out his tongue this time, but he does puff his chest out quite proudly.] Mm, that beats everything, right?
[It does! It is also, conveniently, just about the only hand that would trump the one the naga across the table shows next. Which is to say: Had any other card come up just then, the snake would have had a guaranteed win.]
Okay, I have to go talk to my friend, so you all can deal me out now. Thanks for letting me play with you...!
[So, it's maybe not that much of a surprise that, when Momiji leans forward to rake in his winnings, the naga darts out with a hiss to pin his arm down on the table.]
H-hey!! Leggo, I won...!
["The rabbit, it cheatsss usss."]
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But no, of course it isn't that easy. Of course they pin down Momiji's arm like that to ensure he can't get away. And while fleeing by herself is still very much a viable option, Asahi would never go for that. Because she can't stand seeing people bully others weaker than them. And it didn't seem like Momiji cheated, so they're lying on top of that.
And that combined with the way Asahi's nerves are absolutely frayed from standing there during that tense game, it makes something under her skin boil. Something that's stronger than her.
Something that makes her move without thinking. Her wings spread, growing in size, feathers sprouting from her temples and hair above her ears, and a second later she's already slamming her own hand down straight into the naga's arm, her nails elongated like talons digging into its flesh. ]
Let. Him. Go!
[ With every word, her tone sounds less like a human voice and more like a bird's screech. ]
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["With itsss magic, thinksss we're ssstupid...agh!"
The rest of the table had gone still in their seats when the naga lunged, but when Asahi swoops in the other sailors push back and scatter, chairs crashing over and yelps of confusion coming from all around them. The naga yeowls, talons sinking into his scales and already beginning to draw blood. He rears back and bares his fangs--but doesn't lunge to strike either of them, instead hissing and trying to tear himself free, releasing the puca. He hadn't expected a fight, and close quarters with a harpy makes for an unpleasant surprise for a snake.
For his part, Momiji stays slumped forward over the table, frozen save for how he's quivering. He can't move! He'd like to, because this would definitely be a good time for them to both bolt, but instead he just feels his heartbeat going wild against the wood below and his breath drawn in and still, and he can't budge.
"Oi!" That just leaves the one human who was menacing them before--the sole human at the table who's decided not to scatter back from the action. And...boy, that's a sizeable knife he's drawing from his belt. A real cleaver! Totally impractical for cutting lines or anything nautical, presumably quite handy for other purposes.
"Claws out, fledgling, 'fore I stuff my bloody pillows with you."]
A-Asahi, careful!
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In this situation that assessment is a lot harder to make though since she isn't exactly in her right mind. Feral instinct took over and made her lunge forward towards the naga to begin with, but now that instinct is just egging her on, telling her to go on, to hurt these people who deserve it, to not stop until they're torn apart. It's why she doesn't immediately let go, instead looking between the naga and the human as if she's deciding who to try and jump first.
It's only Momiji's voice that seems to manage to drag back some of the usual Asahi to the forefront of her mind. It's still a real struggle with the primal monster side of her brain, but after a moment or two Asahi seems to have at least wrestled back enough control for her to pull her nails out of the naga's arm and take a step or two backwards.
It's hard to think, but she does realise what her original goal here was - protecting Momiji from these creeps. So despite still looking much wilder and monstrous than usually, she reaches out to wrap an arm around the puca and pull him to her chest. It'd probably help if she said something encouraging, or even something to these jerks, but it still feels increasingly difficult to form words when she's too busy fighting the instinct to kill. ]
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The sailor with the cleaver doesn't let his guard down as Asahi releases the naga, but neither does he try to advance on the two teens. Instead, he takes one cautious step forward to bend over the table and start to rake the piled cunes into two roughly equal portions, thrusting one towards his companion and the other back to himself.
"We'll call that a split pot, yeah?" he grunts, and the naga hisses what seems to be agreement, cradling his wounded arm. Both look ready for Asahi to lunge for them but not so interested in picking a fight themselves--already, the area around them has cleared out of bystanders, aside from a few other sailors catcalling at the apparent fight. Distant shouts can be heard in the bar nearby, patrons trying to explain the altercation going on out-of-doors.]
Asahi, let's go. Please? They're just jerks--
[Meanwhile, being clasped in the grips of a feral harpy is really doing wonders for Momiji's prey instincts. It's all he can do to twist himself around as she grabs him and latch on in response, trying to keep them both rooted to the same spot.]
I'm okay, you don't need to fight!
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But something about Momiji's pleading feels wrong. It takes a while for her brain to catch onto why exactly it makes her feel wrong though. Isn't fighting the right thing to do here? Look at these guys, they think they can do whatever! Look at them greedily grabbing the money, exploiting people weaker than them--
Then it clicks. Is it right to fight if Momiji, the victim, is pleading her not to? Asahi's eyes become a bit clearer, and as if she seems to realise she needs to get out of here to even consider getting a full grip on herself again, she slowly removes her arm from around the boy and instead grabs his wrist as she quickly runs off, away from the men, and dragging him along.
There's a few oddly almost stangled-sounding noises, as if she wants to say something to Momiji but just still can't yet as they run. ]
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She won't need to drag him, after that initial jerk; he takes off beside her at full speed, finally giving into the impulse to flee that's been building this whole time. Once they're clear of the crowds thronging the rest of the street party, it's all he can do not to pull at her grip to run farther, faster--
He'll settle, for now, for running as long as she'll let them. However winded he is when they finally stop, it won't stop him from throwing fitful, antsy glances in every direction, his ears twitching impulsively as if to signal that he's still ready to take off at any instant.
Though, really, there's no sign at all of any pursuit: The naga and his friend let them go, and no one else seems interested in intervening, despite the chaos. As far as anyone else cares, it was just another fight breaking out over drink in the wee hours...]
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Even when they stop, most likely since both of them are just that exhausted at this point, Asahi doesn't look to see if they're being followed. She isn't even as nervous as he seems. Instead she moves to sit down on the ground, almost bonelessly, while her wings shrink to their original size, most of the feathers disappear from her head, and her hands go back to normal.
Except they're still covered in the naga's blood. The reminder makes Asahi's stomach turn, and for a moment she covers her hands with her face before removing them to look back at the boy. ]
.. Please don't run. [ Because he looks like he could be taking off again any mometn now, and she seriously feels like she can't run anymore. Even Asahi's voice sounds weaker now. ]
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Finally, though, he tiptoes unsteadily over to where Asahi's sunk down to sit. He drops beside her, a half-step away, and when nothing immediately leaps on him he curls in on himself protectively, knees close to his chest.]
I'm not gonna.
[He says, as he peeks over their caps to watch Asahi's feral transformation recede. He watches her hide her face, eyes widening at the blood staining where her talons had been. When he speaks again, his voice has gone impossibly small.]
Asahi--I'm really sorry.
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[ She can't say something as reassuring as "it's okay", because it's clearly not okay. And Asahi wouldn't lie, not even under these circumstances. But no matter how bad she herself is feeling right now, there's no way she could ignore just how tiny his voice sounds right now. It seems like this situation just ended in the suckiest way possible for everyone. ]
I just.. [ She pauses, as if she's unable to find words for that incredibly overwhelming feeling she had back there and its aftermath. It would have been one thing if she had gone feral before, but it being the first time just made things worse.
When she speaks up again, her voice is slightly shaky. ]
I was worried about you. And I just felt so angry seeing those guys threaten you when you were outnumbered and smaller than them.
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Asahi wouldn't have been hanging around at all if not for him, and--with the excitement of the game and the rush of prey-instinct both faded--he can't say he hadn't realized it could be dangerous. He hadn't expected the night to take that frightening a turn, but...hadn't that been the appeal, sort of? Seeing the risk of it, and hopping up close to tweak its nose.]
They might've really hurt me. If you hadn't...
[His voice falters. That's maybe not as reassuring as it sounded in his head? And he really, really wants it to be--enough that he unfolds to sit up on his knees and face the harpy.]
I don't think you scratched the snake-guy that bad, either? They were both being bullies...you kept me safe.
[That doesn't make the loss of control that had come with it any less scary. He doesn't expect it to. But it has to count for something, right?]
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That's what I wanted to do. [ Keeping him safe. Just.. not like that. Even if the intent was something Asahi consciously felt as well, the actions were completely out of her hands. ] But things could've gone so much worse if I hadn't stopped. I could've..
[ .. killed someone.
She really doesn't want to think about that, and so only voices the other option. ]
I could've hurt you too.
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[Which--isn't to say that she's wrong. If the naga or his friend had wanted a fight, he couldn't say that he'd have been able to convince her to run, instead. And, if he'd gotten in the way then...who knew? She'd have gotten hurt, at minimum, and probably given as good as she got in return.
He doesn't have a good answer for any of it, honestly.]
...it's really scary. Changing like that. Like--you can't think straight.
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[ Although she still doesn't quite sound spirited, she does easily agree with that last statement. It's the worst. It's absolutely terrifying, like a confirmation that she isn't just herself anymore. How could she ever face her friends from back home like this? ]
.. has something like this happened to you before too? [ Although she isn't as sure if puca are that ferocious to begin with. Killer bunnies is something that's kind of hard to imagine. Maybe the way he suddenly went really still back there was actually his instincts playing up. ]
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[He answers with a timid nod, grinding the toes of one shoe antsily into the ground as he tries to stay composed, talking about it.]
Not all the way like that? I didn't transform more like you did, but...sometimes when I get startled. It's like I can't think or move, or I can but just about how I need to run.
I couldn't 'til you grabbed me back there, before.
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