I need to pee.That was Luna’s first thought. She cracked open one eye, and then the other. She lay motionless, squinting at the ceiling. “
Shit.” This was not SFO—at least, not as she remembered it.
…did she remember?
Luna frowned, probing her brain; but it, too, threw up its hands in defeat. Nothing, nada, zilch,
zero—it was there, but out of reach, entrenched in fog. She sat upright, a hand pressed to her temple. She needed a drink.
She crawled over to the stream, the grass stiff beneath her fingers, and peered intently at her reflection. “
Water situation we’ve gotten into, eh?” She asked herself. Well, at least she had her hat. She stood, tipping the brim with her thumb. Wherever she was, it didn’t seem dangerous. She looked south of the stream.
Her jaw went slack. There, right there,
au naturale, was a woman. “Damn.
Damn. I could swing either way, but right now, I’m swinging
her way,” she said, with an appreciative hum. She took an emboldened step forward. “Wha—”
Before falling flat on her face.
* * *
“Stupid—… Can’t even spawn right…” She muttered, dusting her
cassock. She glared at the unconscious body before turning away with a sniff. “Well, I guess it’d be kind of creepy to just walk up to her. Hey, how you doin’? I was just pervin’ on you before, up on that hill; I mean, it was a nice thing to see, waking up without any recollection of your last life, you know? Okay, maybe not a
last life—wait, is that an NPC or is that a real, true-to-life, alive, person?”
She trailed off. “Oh
shit.” She opened her inventory, knowing but not wanting to. It was empty. She swallowed, hand trembling. Suddenly, she felt weak, lesser than a level one slime. What the
fuck. She’d been
powerful; people
kissed her feet when she joined their party, and now—
She turned to her unconscious companion. Maybe, it was a good idea to wait after all.
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@King Tai Decided that your character would be the body that my character tripped over. Hope that's a-okay.