catch-all: seizaburo.

[nostradamus]

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week two, saturday.

[nostradamus]

[hello... she is so fucking mad right now and there are very little places to let out some steam here. sei can find her in the paintball course, unloading one of the paintball guns over and over and over again on one of the cardboard cut outs. this is fine.]

[feminitis]

[i said she was going to be a baby for all of week 2 and i am committing to that bit.

this means that she is very quietly watching yyoru unload that paintball gun, her eyes tracking the way she lifts it to the way the cardboard cutout gets absolutely splattered in paint. eventually, she speaks up.]

You have very good aim.

[nostradamus]

[she pauses in the middle of reloading, glancing at this sweet baby.]

Of course. It's only natural for someone like me to have excellent aim.

[feminitis]

[she tilts her head to one side.]

Someone like you?

[nostradamus]

I am War itself, girl.

[feminitis]

Do you know Bishamonten and Hachiman then?

week three, monday.

[nostradamus]

[imagine writing proper starters on memshare week............ anyway, have mem! you can assume yoru is witnessing everything even in the panels where she isn't visible.]

[feminitis]

[ASA YOUR PLAN...

sei, now no longer a baby since it's a new week, really doesn't seem to know whether to laugh or cry at this. on the one hand, she doesn't want to call asa a bore. on the other... that was the most awkward date ever...]

[nostradamus]

[it was such a bad date... yoru just glances at her when she notices she isn't alone in the area.]

What?

[feminitis]

Umm...

[...]

I feel like I want to say something, but everything I can think of is kinda rude...

[SORRY ASA... anyway bam memshare because work kicked my ass so hard im rushing this now]

[nostradamus]

[YOU'RE FINE the heatwave has truly been kicking my ass these last two weeks grits teeth

anyway, looking at her with renewed interest--]

... Huh. You're surprisingly handy with that sword of yours.

[feminitis]

Well, of course. I'm not a member of the Shinsengumi's first troop for nothing.

week four, tuesday.

[nostradamus]

[EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO MUCH TODAY but, anyway. now that we're done getting trampled by horses and witnessing true look, she's looking at some of the terminal four areas on the tv.]

... Huh. So they changed.

[feminitis]

[SCREAMS HOW DID I MISS THIS... do you want to handwave or should we backdate]

[nostradamus]

[YOU'RE FINE!!! we can handwave so we can move onto fresh threads]

week 6, monday

[feminitis]

[im not rnging a location for you we've seen so many of them in the gyd already... here we are in the void

anyway, sei spots yoru (or asa? whoever's around) and waves, no longer looking like swift wind]

Re: week 6, monday

[nostradamus]

[WELL. the way she stares back at her silently with eyes full of teen girl judgement after that town hall.

there are two little thought bubbles popping out of her head, and they both read: She ate crayons...]

[feminitis]

[GOD... she can feel the judgment all the way from over here...]

I wasn't thinking straight! I'd just stopped being a horse!

[nostradamus]

Uh-huh...

[SURE, JAN...]

[feminitis]

It's the truth!

week 6, thursday

[feminitis]

[seeking out yoru to make sure she actually got medical attention]

Yoru-san!

[nostradamus]

[SHE DID... sei can find her lounging somewhere comfy, bandaged up and still holding her arm carefully. she looks a wee bit better, at least.

looks up.]

Why are you shouting?

[feminitis]

[gestures at her injuries]

I was worried! And you just - you left.

[nostradamus]

You were all being so noisy.

[feminitis]

Out of concern, though. Those... excursions or whatever they are, people always come back so badly hurt from them!