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wilderlogs2018-04-04 01:48 pm
shyhara) wrote in wilderlogs2018-04-04 01:48 pm
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gently whispers "what the fuuuck" [OPEN]
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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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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Kid named Sushi. Found him in the woods. And dinner, too. [He presents the raccoon to Revan with a similar puppyish desire for approval, then sets it down at his feet, no longer willing to wait for Shuichi to come around. He needs his hands free to get his cigarette lit, thank you very much.] Sushi, this is Revan. She's from Costa Rica.
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Dantooine.
[He's not even trying anymore. Revan corrects Dixon dryly, glancing down at the deceased racoon and diplomatically not saying anything about the state of the carcass.]
Nice to meet you, Sushi.
[That smile is much too friendly for it to be mockery--she genuinely thinks that's poor Shuichi's name.]
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He sighs, but it's with the defeated air of someone used to being the team punching bag.]
It's Shuichi, actually. Shuichi Saihara.
[And because he's a good kid and this is a proper adult (who isn't covered in animal blood), he even offers his hand for a shake.]
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Gesundheit, [he says to Revan, before finally getting that sweet sweet nicotine into his system. The expression on his face is the one people get when sliding into a warm bath. He's exercised incredible and uncharacteristic restraint in stretching out his pack the whole week. He's definitely going to cry like little kid when he gets through the last smoke.]
That's what I said. Hey, Revan, Sushi here says he's a detective.
[That's a dismissive snort there for sure.]
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[She's repeating it for Dixon's benefit rather than her own, looking over at him with a hint of warning in her voice. She'll let his crappy behavior towards her personally slide, but being an ass to teenagers is unacceptable, and if he can't pick up the hint, she will have no problem spelling it out for him.
Revan turns her attention back to Shuichi and accepts the handshake, switching back over in an instant from commanding officer to normal friendliness.]
Welcome to...wherever we are. Did Dixon give you the orientation?
[She's not certain what Dixon would think important enough to mention, so this should be good.]
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He walked me here.
[That's...something. He's trying to be positive here. He doesn't want to write anyone off immediately, even if they are self-proclaimed attempted murderers who shove dead animals in his face.]
And he told me a few things.
[Which "few things" he doesn't immediately specify. If she backs up Dixon's info with matching details of her own unprompted, then he can at least be a bit more sure of what's true. Or at least, what these people think or have agreed to say is true. It doesn't really feel like there are straightforward answers about anything these days.]
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He mouths the word "Shuichi" quietly, as if trying to actually get the name right, before taking another deep drag. Granted, he rolls his eyes a little too, but it's slight enough as to be almost unnoticeable.]
Just filled him in on the basics. We don't know shit, there's no running water, monsters tried to kill us, you know.
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Not the worst summary. You mentioned the food situation?
[She assumes so, since the mangled raccoon warrants an explanation. He must have beaten the blasted thing to death with a rock.]
It's not dire-- [she doesn't want to unsettle the poor new kid any more than necessary] --but none of us are in a position to be picky eaters right now.
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I...see.
[He can't help but glance back down to the raccoon looking a little sick just thinking of it. Ugh, what did he do to deserve this?]
I'm, uh...not really sure if I'll be at all useful for...anything, I guess. I've never even been camping before.
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He glances back to Shuichi.] Teenagers aren't supposed to be useful. The ones we got already are too useful by half. They're going to get themselves killed running right into trouble because they think their ninja skills count for more than common sense.
[Yes, Dixon just dissed other people for not having common sense. The irony goes whooshing over his head. He luxuriates a little more in his cigarette.]
The worst part is that they don't sit still long enough for us to babysit them and keep them safe.