[Horō sticks out like sore thumb in this ancient place, from her manner of dress to her blue hair to the rifle strapped to her back. Beyond that, she is clearly still getting acclimated, as she leaves no stone unturned while exploring the open halls, the bathhouse, and the areas where residents room together. Over time, she gradually pieces together a portrait of what life in this place must be like now—or, at least, what it once was.]
Hm, yes, [she says to herself.] I believe I am beginning to understand this place, after all.
[Upon determining this, Horō turns and enters the room nearest her, which just happens to be occupied. This could easily be written off as a mistake if she were to apologize and duck sheepishly back out, but she doesn’t. Instead, she closes the door behind her and stands looking at the occupant(s), gaze serious and tone firm, if polite and a little flat.]
Salutations. I have just arrived and request a report on our situation from a fellow participant. I would appreciate a bulleted outline.
[What will you tell her?]
ii. the feast;
[There are many foods here that she never knew existed, let alone tried, that Horō doesn’t really know where to start with this celebration.
That is, of course, until she comes to one dish that’s been quite popular despite the mix of people and palates in attendance. It’s nearly gone already, and she isn’t the only person interested in taking what’s left on the serving dish.]
If possible, I would like to request that we share the last of that dish. It is very possible that I will starve or be unable to operate at max capacity if I do not eat soon. [It’s amazing she can say this with a straight face, considering that she’s holding a massive plate of hors d’oeuvres already.]
Of course, if you refuse, I’ll defer to the law of “finders keepers.” [And yet she looks so sad about it…]
iii. the great pumpkin;
[Nothing fancy here: Horō is just playing chicken with the Great Pumpkin’s ever-changing expressions, turning her back to it every few minutes and going about her business, then turning about quickly to try and catch it in the act.]
How curious. [She shoves a piece of candy into her mouth.]
iv. wildcard!;
[Anything else! Feel free to place her anywhere in the temple or in the Halloween setup, or even amassing an army of skeletons! She’ll probably collect like, a dozen buddies.]
Horō | Toukiden | very belatedly
[Horō sticks out like sore thumb in this ancient place, from her manner of dress to her blue hair to the rifle strapped to her back. Beyond that, she is clearly still getting acclimated, as she leaves no stone unturned while exploring the open halls, the bathhouse, and the areas where residents room together. Over time, she gradually pieces together a portrait of what life in this place must be like now—or, at least, what it once was.]
Hm, yes, [she says to herself.] I believe I am beginning to understand this place, after all.
[Upon determining this, Horō turns and enters the room nearest her, which just happens to be occupied. This could easily be written off as a mistake if she were to apologize and duck sheepishly back out, but she doesn’t. Instead, she closes the door behind her and stands looking at the occupant(s), gaze serious and tone firm, if polite and a little flat.]
Salutations. I have just arrived and request a report on our situation from a fellow participant. I would appreciate a bulleted outline.
[What will you tell her?]
ii. the feast;
[There are many foods here that she never knew existed, let alone tried, that Horō doesn’t really know where to start with this celebration.
That is, of course, until she comes to one dish that’s been quite popular despite the mix of people and palates in attendance. It’s nearly gone already, and she isn’t the only person interested in taking what’s left on the serving dish.]
If possible, I would like to request that we share the last of that dish. It is very possible that I will starve or be unable to operate at max capacity if I do not eat soon. [It’s amazing she can say this with a straight face, considering that she’s holding a massive plate of hors d’oeuvres already.]
Of course, if you refuse, I’ll defer to the law of “finders keepers.” [And yet she looks so sad about it…]
iii. the great pumpkin;
[Nothing fancy here: Horō is just playing chicken with the Great Pumpkin’s ever-changing expressions, turning her back to it every few minutes and going about her business, then turning about quickly to try and catch it in the act.]
How curious. [She shoves a piece of candy into her mouth.]
iv. wildcard!;
[Anything else! Feel free to place her anywhere in the temple or in the Halloween setup, or even amassing an army of skeletons! She’ll probably collect like, a dozen buddies.]