gently whispers "what the fuuuck" [OPEN]

[shyhara]

Who: Shuichi + OPEN
What: Awkward detective fumbling his way through the sudden arrival and trying to make sense of this bullshit magic temple nonsense
Where: The woods and the temple
When: Couple of days after the squad arrives at the temple
Warnings/Notes: N/A, will update if necessary

A. MAGIC MIRROR OPTION

[(Y'know, if anyone feels like helping this sad city kid find his way to the temple.)

Is he dead? Fuck, maybe he is. This really isn't what he thought death would be like, but after what just happened, being dead would make sense...

But while this would be a seemingly peaceful enough afterlife, just trees and nature in every direction and no one else around, there are details that leave him with doubts. For instance, he hadn't really been alone at the end there, and he can't imagine the others wouldn't also go...wherever he ended up. Unless that's just how death works. Hell if he knows.

The sword and mirror laying in the grass beside him are better evidence that this isn't anything that simple. He's never owned a katana or a hand-mirror in his life, so why would he just wake up here with something like this? And there had been that voice... Whatever was going on, being alive somehow makes more sense. The question is just whether this is more of the same kind of bullshit as what he'd just escaped, or something else entirely.

If anyone happens to have the magic mirrors on hand, they might find the image of an Asian teenage boy there, the picture tilting dizzingly as he turns his own mirror to examine every inch of it.]

A sword and a mirror, huh...?

[His eyebrows knit together as he looks over the mirror, frowning thoughtfully. A mirror could be used as a signal by catching the light, he supposed, but that's not really useful when you're alone. Jeeze, if he was gonna be abandoned in the middle of nowhere with supplies then food or whatever would have been way more helpful.]


B. THE TEMPLE

[He's held onto the sword for some reason. It's not like he knows how to use it, but it seemed significant. Too significant to just leave lying in the middle of the woods.

That doesn't really make him feel any less awkward just carrying it around the temple in front of others. Even if a lot of the "others" here are...kind of bizarre. Given the kind of people his classmates were, "bizarre" means a lot coming from him. Whatever progress he'd made back home in the way of being social, it suddenly seems way more nerve-wracking to just approach any stranger here at random. Some of them are literally aliens, if everything is to be taken at face value.

He's not really sure he believes it all. But he still hasn't worked up the confidence to go around introducing himself at random.

But if they're all going to be here for at least a few days, he can at least find a place to stash the sword for now. Anyone who's claimed a room for themself might suddenly find a new kid wandering in and startling upon finding someone already there, hands lifting defensively in that universal sign of "I am unarmed". Except...he's literally holding a sheathed sword. Goddammit.]

S-sorry! I didn't realize this one was claimed already!


C. INVESTIGATION START

[Once settled, his first instinct is to explore the area and examine everything unusual thoroughly. And...well, there's a whole lot of "unusual" around here.

But for now, he's really curious about that mysterious music. It's nice enough that he feels pretty relaxed, even as strange as all this is. But it's still weird and inexplicable and he's gotta figure this out. So he's crouched in front of one of the statues the music seems to be coming from, inspecting it closely and carefully feeling every nook and cranny of it, trying to find some less ethereal source of the music.]


D. WILDCARD

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Comments

[awfulcer]

[Dixon's finally able to contribute more to the group's food stores than a handful of fruits and berries scavenged from the more prosperous plants in the forest. Granted, that's because he just chased down and clubbed a raccoon to death with a rock, which is a gruesome sight and likely not to be the most appetizing thing anyone brings back to the temple today, but at least it's something Dixon can use to try and argue his way out of being a complete drain on the group's resources.

Honestly, beating the brains out of a living thing was uncomfortably satisfying. For about five minutes he was thinking about things besides using up one of his last two cigarettes. As he heads back towards the temple he hums a song, occasionally interspersing it with singing, feeling like he's closer to a baseline than he has in the last few days.]

"...in and outside turned to water...teardrop in your palm..."

[And then he's interrupted by the mirror he's been keeping in his back pocket making noise again. He drops the raccoon and pulls the mirror out, squinting at the teenager looking curiously out the other side. Shuichi probably isn't greeted by the most comforting sight: a guy with half his face scarred from burns, jacket and shirt-collar covered in raccoon blood.

God, another fucking teenager? Can't they get a few more people past drinking age? Dixon's feeling taxed enough worrying about these dumb kids, especially since he's keenly aware that his ability to do just about anything to assist them is close to a flat zero.

He sighs.]

Where are you at, kid? It's getting dark and I don't know how this forest is gonna be to strays.

B!

[fiteclub]

[Anita's not so much claimed the room to herself so much as is using it to get away from the rest of the group for a bit, doing a round of drills, to sharpen already sharp skills more.

At home, she can generally rest with the assumption that not everything is going to kill them and that there is usually some kind of backup. Not so much here.

As such, her reaction when Shuichi comes in and accidentally brandishes his sheathed sword at her is mixed, and she slowly pushes her swords together until she's only holding a baton.]

You wanna be careful with that?