Should I wait for the minion to respond to Jiang before I have Metou react? (Since obviously I don't know if his attack lands or not)
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I can't believe I spelled 'addendum' right on my first try, but not 'threat'.
The group had a small argument about placement, which Metou mostly ignored and stayed out of, as she did for most arguments. There wasn't any ambiguity about where Metou should stand, as the squishy sniper with no experience in close-quarters combat her place was in the back of the group. She didn't speak up until they encountered someone on the trail, someone the guide warned was strong enough to put a stop to their journey.
They were obviously connected to the relic theft in some way, unless word spread much faster than Metou thought, considering that this group already knew who they were. Somehow Metou found it unlikely that they actually had the relics considering how close they were to Shima. Unless it was all a trap from the beginning, why would the thieves simply camp out on a trail outside town waiting for Shima's forces to find them?
'If she's as famous as Takumi implies, we can find her later and fight her on our terms, not when she's been waiting for us to show up,' Metou decided. The rest of the group had the right general idea, fighting only if they moved first, and Metou readied her gun like the others, though she wasn't pointing it at their obstacles just yet.
Stepping forward so she could be seen by the enemy, but still standing behind Yuudai, Metou added an addendum to the half-oni's threat. "What we mean is, there's no reason for us to fight, we're just passing through to Ru," Metou said, "If you have any information regarding the stolen items, I'm sure it can benefit both of us to give it to us, otherwise let us pass." Adding to Metou's uncertainty was the playful way in which this woman had asked them if they wanted to die. She was probably just joking, right?
They were obviously connected to the relic theft in some way, unless word spread much faster than Metou thought, considering that this group already knew who they were. Somehow Metou found it unlikely that they actually had the relics considering how close they were to Shima. Unless it was all a trap from the beginning, why would the thieves simply camp out on a trail outside town waiting for Shima's forces to find them?
'If she's as famous as Takumi implies, we can find her later and fight her on our terms, not when she's been waiting for us to show up,' Metou decided. The rest of the group had the right general idea, fighting only if they moved first, and Metou readied her gun like the others, though she wasn't pointing it at their obstacles just yet.
Stepping forward so she could be seen by the enemy, but still standing behind Yuudai, Metou added an addendum to the half-oni's threat. "What we mean is, there's no reason for us to fight, we're just passing through to Ru," Metou said, "If you have any information regarding the stolen items, I'm sure it can benefit both of us to give it to us, otherwise let us pass." Adding to Metou's uncertainty was the playful way in which this woman had asked them if they wanted to die. She was probably just joking, right?
I've fallen a bit behind reading IC posts, I was somewhat out of whack today. I'll catch up on reading today and then maybe post tomorrow if I have to.
Not sure how many pictures there are of one-eyed tiny old bird ladies on the internet, even if I knew where people usually get all these drawings for their profiles.
Sure, I added a link to my art blog in my signature, not that I update it very often.
I dunno, wasn't keeping track, maybe an hour or two
Metou's profile is updated with flat colors of her older self and tracings of her younger self.
"I'll just make a short post and then get back to work," I said. Now it's 3:30 in the afternoon. Great job, me.
Lemme know if I've messed anything up or done something inconvenient, but there you go.
Lemme know if I've messed anything up or done something inconvenient, but there you go.
'I heard why you wanted to go to Uta, I just disagreed with you,' Metou thought as they were beginning on their journey, but she didn't say anything because it would probably start an argument and they needed to move on. It seemed like most people agreed with her, which was good enough for Metou.
When the Shima escort left and the guide began asking a question, crows flew out from the trees and headed forward. It caught Metou's eye for a few seconds, she looked up as others began to talk about the action they'd seen. For a second she was distracted by the possibility that it was suspicious, but she quickly discarded it as a meaningless distraction. It wasn't like she knew much about the behavior of birds.
As she was looking at the birds instead of where she was going, Metou tripped on a rock and stumbled a bit. She caught herself before she fell, but it still hurt her old foot a lot, and she had been having a lot of trouble keeping up with the group as it was. She felt bad about stopping the group, but after Yuudai was done talking, Metou called out, "Hold on, give me a minute!"
Metou took the rifle off her back and her ammo pouch and placed them on the ground in front of her, then did the same with a jar that had an eyeball floating around in it. "I've taken lives before, although it's been a few years," she said as she pulled the lid off of the jar, a large cork with a 1 scratched into it. She retrieved an iron scoop from her person, dipped it in the jar, and lifted the eyeball out of the formaldehyde. With her free hand she flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a dark hole. 'It's been a few years since I've done this either.' Her hand shook while holding the scoop, her other hand held the jar, but after a few seconds she slammed the eye into her empty eye socket. A gust of magic surrounded her, consuming her and growing slightly taller.
When it dissipated, a younger Metou was standing, and she reached down and picked her rifle and ammo back up. It was the form she had when she first lost her eye, still wearing her spiritual robes, still with the weight she had lost a few years later when she was banished and living on the countryside. "Sorry about that, it'll be a lot easier for me to keep pace like this, we can keep going now," Metou said, now walking at a faster rate, though she'd have to pop it back in every hour or so. She stretched her arms and her wings, and then pinched her side with a bit of a dismayed look on her face. "Like I was saying, it's been a decade or two since I've killed anyone, but if you need to keep your hands clean, I guess I can help," Metou said. "By the way, this ability of mine is a bit of a sensitive issue, so keep quiet about it."
When the Shima escort left and the guide began asking a question, crows flew out from the trees and headed forward. It caught Metou's eye for a few seconds, she looked up as others began to talk about the action they'd seen. For a second she was distracted by the possibility that it was suspicious, but she quickly discarded it as a meaningless distraction. It wasn't like she knew much about the behavior of birds.
As she was looking at the birds instead of where she was going, Metou tripped on a rock and stumbled a bit. She caught herself before she fell, but it still hurt her old foot a lot, and she had been having a lot of trouble keeping up with the group as it was. She felt bad about stopping the group, but after Yuudai was done talking, Metou called out, "Hold on, give me a minute!"
Metou took the rifle off her back and her ammo pouch and placed them on the ground in front of her, then did the same with a jar that had an eyeball floating around in it. "I've taken lives before, although it's been a few years," she said as she pulled the lid off of the jar, a large cork with a 1 scratched into it. She retrieved an iron scoop from her person, dipped it in the jar, and lifted the eyeball out of the formaldehyde. With her free hand she flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a dark hole. 'It's been a few years since I've done this either.' Her hand shook while holding the scoop, her other hand held the jar, but after a few seconds she slammed the eye into her empty eye socket. A gust of magic surrounded her, consuming her and growing slightly taller.
When it dissipated, a younger Metou was standing, and she reached down and picked her rifle and ammo back up. It was the form she had when she first lost her eye, still wearing her spiritual robes, still with the weight she had lost a few years later when she was banished and living on the countryside. "Sorry about that, it'll be a lot easier for me to keep pace like this, we can keep going now," Metou said, now walking at a faster rate, though she'd have to pop it back in every hour or so. She stretched her arms and her wings, and then pinched her side with a bit of a dismayed look on her face. "Like I was saying, it's been a decade or two since I've killed anyone, but if you need to keep your hands clean, I guess I can help," Metou said. "By the way, this ability of mine is a bit of a sensitive issue, so keep quiet about it."
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