Huh? But you-- [... I mean, she never thought of that. She sort of just assumed? He looks human, and she thought the glasses were some kind of visor thing. Or maybe a cybernetic implant? Something like that. Could it be something else entirely?!
She gasps at the very thought of a strike.]
Oh no. Strike two? Out of how many?! Are we talking single digits or double? What happens when you get too many strikes??
[The fact that she's a little desperate to be liked is not helping this situation in the least. But again, Starfleet training: calm down, lieutenant. She takes a breath.]
Ahem. I mean. Sorry for assuming like that. I guess I'm just used to being around mostly humans.
I see. So maybe it'd go a little like-- [she uses the tip of the shovel to draw a circle around the outside of the sandcastle,] --this? We'd dig it out and then fill it with water, right?
[A pause. Eventually, the water would all seep out, as the sand absorbs it...is there a way to keep that from happening? She taps her chin thoughtfully and then--] ...Oh! We could line the bottom with shells, and that might slow down the sand's absorption rate.
[Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. Tendi has a very studious look on her face as she follows Peter, nodding as he talks. Evil council, got it. Universes plural, okay, she's following. Sentencing and crime, super annoying and also subjective, but fine, she can deal with that. Weird stuff-- oh, she can do that, Starfleet deals with tons of weird stuff.
And then comes the record scratch moment.]
THERE'S A WHAT? [She has totally stopped in the middle of the street with this shocked outburst, because-- listen! Next Gen wasn't that long ago! The Borg are definitely still a thing and everyone knows that Artificial Intelligence is morally dubious at best!]
How is it talking to you? Is it talking to you right now? Is it, you know... [Her eyes shift left, then right, and as if it'd make any freaking difference, she hisses out:] evil?
[Wow. Woah. He just said that like it's no big deal.
... Okay, so maybe this place isn't literally all bad, after all. She can handle being looked at funny for being green for a while, instead of for being an Orion.]
Ye...yeah! That could be. I mean, the universe is a big place, right? We've only explored even a fraction of it. [And isn't that what Starfleet is really all about?
That, and cave missions. She gasps.] No way, that sounds so wild! Did it try to tempt you into following it into some weird device, or distract you while it knocked you out, or something like that? Or was it like, making perfect copies of you that knew your every move and made fighting really tough?
Who are you talking about? Are you talking about Dos? HAHA, whoops?! Well, this a terrible misunderstanding.
[ Wow that's pretty brazen. Let him respond to it just as brazenly. Like he's an anxious person who has to deliver terrible news he tugs on his frilly collar with the index finger on one hand and fans himself with the other.
But it's clear from the unwavering tone and immediacy of his answer that the very notion that Nikolai doesn't still really like and respect that "co-patriot" kind of offends him a lot more than his question going unanswered. ]
[ after a moment of studying her (demons looked all sorts, he supposes she could be using some sort of disguise), he sigs. he flips onto his back, sitting up on his elbows to peer at her with vague discontentment. ]
[In which Yukina had to blink to herself for a few moments as she tried to understand what Adam said. She wasn't a sinner; she hadn't done anything wrong. But then again, her crime did label her as a criminal despite her saying otherwise.]
I was born in the demon world so...I guess I'm a Hellborn?
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Oh, so you do like me! Glad we are finally got that settled, good for you!
(he can be brazen, dazai won't drop the easy-going act. with someone like gogol, he's sure some of the masks had fallen over the apparently rather long stay he had here previously. he must know this is a layer of bullshit, upon another layer of bullshit, a little layer of this being particularly fun, and another layer of bullshit.)
Well, Nikoniko, who do you think will win this game?
In that case you shouldn't take your eyes off of that stuffed toy for even a moment!
[ To direct her attention back to the plushies he aims two finger pistols at the wall of them. If she doesn't do as told he's just going to wait while looking at her very expectantly. After a moment both eyebrows raise. ]
Are you looking yet? When you do go ahead and start describing how it looks, 'kay? It's essential for the magic trick to work.
Well, no. This still sucks, don't get me wrong, but it could be worse. You're not a part of the rebellious sinning masses. I'm not on demon-killing duty. See, after all's said 'n done, we could still get along just fine.
[ he nods to himself. yeah, that sounds all right for now. ]
There's different ways of doing it. Some people swallow light bulbs. Other people try to swallow a lighter and light it on fire. Me? I just did a fire breathing trick. I know how to do it, which is the ONLY way I got off with a warning, but I was told that other impressionable people might get the wrong idea so I couldn't stream fire breathing tricks as part of a challenge and try to go viral that way.
Well, now you mention it......... nothing really stood out as BAD bad but I am pretty new here. A girl like me could use some tips on what to eat and what maybe not to eat.
iii - While I know nothing about the canon, I too challenge you to do your worst.
Elizabeth peers over Adam's creation and shrugs, "I mean, if you are trying to do a rendition of the demon Mara, it is a bit... Small. It also is lacking the chariot."
She then looks over Adam and tilts her head, "Still, undertaking such an endeavor in a place such as this... Your robes must be filled with sand."
Elizabeth looks at the odd man who just fell into the fire and sighs, as her Persona Thanatos appears from her and charges, looking to shove the person out of the blaze quickly before vanishing.
Still she sighs and walks over afterwards, wasting half of a cup of perfectly good lemonaid, dumping it on his head, "You appear to be far less resistant to fire than your actions would dictate. Or is this some odd form of summer ritual?"
[No, really, she has no idea what he was talking about. What kind of funny shit was he trying to say? She doubts she'll do anything that would be considered 'sinful' here as all she could do was heal.]
Besides, I don't think I can fight unless I train for it.
[All the while she was leaning just a tinnnnyyy bit away from him.]
Network - Un:Tonbokiri (I'm so sorry) [The drone hadn't even gotten a raised eyebrow from her. The tablet was more of a puzzle, excuse me. What is this old tech?
But unfortunately for everyone she worked it out.]
why do sign frames not work here i do not like this dvice it is archec
[Someone might not be very litrate here.]
WHERE WIFE!?? [Her duties as head of the guard meant she'd normally been busy during festivals. Before she was the captain, she'd served as a guard.
So this was the first time she'd been able to take part. She didn't know where to start, so many games...'wife carrying'? Wife carrying?]
How am I supposed to carry a wife when I do not have a wife? [She paused, thinking about it. Then she punched her fist.]
Jud. I REQUIRE A WIFE!
[Any volunteers? No? Or maybe you'd just happened to take a step closer to her without realising what you were signing up for? But you were getting an expectant stare.]
Chews faster [Have you ever seen a cat trying to sneak food off of a plate? The way how they just mushed their head towards the plate even when a hand shoved them back?
That was what Futayo was currently doing. She didn't have any money to by a chicken skewer, so she was trying to steal one. Except her father had taught her to fight fair. They'd fought many times over the dinner table with kitchen knives.
But this vendor was not her father. So she'd restricted herself. She would not use her hands, or her powers, she would simply try to eat the food.
Though she did give a growl when the hand shoved her face again. She wanted the chickennnn-]
Midnight snack [Eventually her lack of money for food and not getting much by being fair, lead to her picking another option.
Hunting.
She'd discarded her armor on the shore and had fashioned a simple spear from some wood. Waded out, and stood in the surf. Then lunged.
Then she returned to her little 'camp' to set up a fire and start gutting her catch. She didn't need the stalls, she'd make her own bbq!]
Wildcard [lmk if you want anything else? I'm already in game with Naoto and am too busy to app this round, but I am considering another month.]
So what does that mean? [ Obikawa stretches an arm out across the board, gripping onto it for support. And maybe to just take it later, since everyone here is so generous and she didn't seem to care. Which he doesn't think too much about, really -- it's human. To abandon something despite being given generously is to be expected, in his perspective. ] We'll need to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together for that to happen.
[ Unhesitating; his voice not dipping into something flirtatious, instead making an honest suggestion. ]
If you don't grab on then you're gonna make me look like a really pathetic guy and, just like you, I just got here! Last thing I need is a bad reputation.
[ Like it matters at all. It doesn't but he'll wait until she grabs on before kicking back towards the shore. ]
[She takes the ball with a little smile, and looks like she's about to start juggling. (Not in the same way as before, no, it would've been a quick and dirty three-ball deal, a sort of, "Look! I really can juggle.) And then Guinaifen...
...doesn't, because she doesn't want to be mugged by another dog trying to play fetch, or something. Doesn't seem like the right time for that.]
Something like that! I'm pretty new here, and I thought I'd see what's around? You know, try my luck, show off my skills, get an idea of what to do and who to do it with. It's not my first time ending up in a strange place with strange people, and it worked pretty well for me the first time.
[He wonders briefly if it's comforting or not to mention that most people don't tend to stick around as long as him. That they... most likely go home? Except, they can't really confirm that. Maybe best to just leave that alone.]
No, for a dumb accountant, he's also stupidly strong? It's annoying. Like imagine getting your ass kicked by a guy by a dude that's balding.
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