#existentialismee 02

Shadow had not been in the city long, but he'd heard word on the street of a branch that'd recently emerged where the light didn't touch, and it basically had him hooked. Ever since his return he'd been staking out one house in particular. No one ever entered or left, so, when he finally decided he'd do some residential spelunking...The door to the house being ajar put the shade on high alert.

Whoever these kids were that beat him to the punch, well, he'd just have to give them a good scare. The sword that laid in its scabbard on his back was easy enough to pull from its sheath. The blade had a good heft in his hand too. With a bounce or two to get a feel for how the weight of the blade would potentially react to being thrown, he chucked the blade with all the strength he could muster, the pommel of the sword shattering the window on impact.

🍙+ mochi!

“What is this?”

Chara holds the — it’s almost a dumpling, but with a different texture to it — food carefully in there hand. It’s almost the size of their palm, and Chara has the feeling it’s not supposed to look this big in comparison.

The texture of it, as noted, is soft, and almost sticky, though there’s a healthy amount of what appears to be flour or some other anti… stickiness… doused over it. Chara pulls gently at the dough, just a bit, and marvels at how it gives way.

“This is very interesting.” There’s a pause, before they hold it back up. “Thank you for showing me. I am sure it tastes delectable. Will you eat it now, or save it for later?”

"How have you been holding up? During the whole thing and after?"

Modifier: P is for Poison

Dys hadn’t had any luck this whole time, between his first encounter with Glitched resulting in an injury early on, to dealing with the thick red fog and being forced to take shelter at that time until it cleared, and now this. Even though he felt numb to the terror of the situation and had long since tuned out most of anything else he was feeling, he was however still exhausted from a lack of restful sleep among other things dragging him down.

To encounter another hoarde after being forced to run again was another worst case scenario, though not huge in comparison to other groups of Glitched he’d encountered… It was still too much for one person, probably a group of fifteen or twenty with some stragglers slowly wandering to increase that number, targeting the unarmed young man. With more time, it would probably become enough once again to completely overtake him.

If he had any energy, he could have taken the higher ground, but any plant life that would offer that sort of refuge had also long since been corrupted and threatened to kill him if he so much as got too close anyway.

Unluckier still is a sudden, searing pain where the Glitched latch onto him with their teeth— bringing a sharp, pained sound from him that he doesn’t even register as being from his own mouth. In his failure to subdue his attackers fully, he had left himself wide open to this. Now, poison amplified the pain of a second injury from the downed Glitched that had latched onto a spot where his armor no longer fully protected his leg after sustaining damage during the many scuffles he’d had to deal with over the first days of the invasion.

It hurts to move at all.

The Glitched were still snapping and swinging at him.

He can’t think through the pain.

It takes too long to shake the one still latched onto him off enough to hobble away. The ones still standing are definitely still on his tail, but he finds a surface— a door— and bangs his hands on it, or at least tries.

"Hey, Watanuki? Can I ask you a strange question?" Following up on his invitation for tea, Lilli had brought a few snacks along, as well. She sat cross-legged, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

Luz felt a little strange letting herself into the front door of the Wishgranting Shop, knowing it was also a living quarters, but she fought the feeling away and shut the door behind her, turning to look around the space.

"Hellooo...?" she called out when met with a room empty of other people.

The sound of creaky door is what woke the teen at first, and then the light rushing into the immediate entrance of the warehouse alerted him that someone miiight be looking for him, no one had looked here before so it was only natural someone would finally check here.  As Shadow was hidden behind a blind corner, he managed to slip into a closet, now, he just had to wait it out.