!H8UfLAg.DQ 2012/07/15 (Sun) 04:28 No. 159652 ▼ File 134232653614.jpg - (51.59KB, 539x539 , WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR FAAAAAAAAACE.jpg)
This is not good.
Not good at all.
You're vulnerable.
Exposed.
In more ways than one, no less!
The bush youkai is in a perfect position to pin you down, rendering you completely helpless.
In this situation, only two possibilities come to mind as to how you could hope to survive this encounter, however faint that hope may be.
With the rock in your hand, you could take the offensive and chuck it right into the fiend's leafy face. Assuming, of course, that it even has a face.
You like that idea.
It simple, to the point, and plays to your strengths. Plus, at this close range, the chances of hitting your target is practically guaranteed.
On the other hand, the rock-less one, you could attempt to evade your would-be assailant. Though you doubt you could get to your feet quickly enough to run before the monster could react, you could at least roll your body to the side. Though it still leaves your attacker closer than you would like, even a little extra distance between you and it would be an improvement.
In short, your choices amount to the rock, or rolling.
Rock or roll.
Rock or roll.
Rock or...
...or?
It is then, that you have an idea.
Instead of doing one, or the other, why not do both?
Why not use the rock, and then roll?
Or, roll and then use the rock right after?
It's crazy.
It's bold!
You think you like it.
...but can you do it?
Can you really, really do it?
Are you truly up to the task of both rocking and rolling?
You have heard the tales of those who have done such things in the past.
So adept were they, that it was said they could sustain such actions over the course of an entire night!
You just hope you won't need to keep at it as long as that...
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“Are you sure you don't hear anything?”
“Nope, nothing. Should I be?”
“Hmm, no. Normally, perhaps, but...no. No, this is a good sign.”
A least, I hope so.
As close as we are, now, even I would have been able to hear them, and by that point it would already be too late to do anything about it.
So, if Miss Kurodani really cannot hear anything, I would suppose there is relatively little for me to worry about.
That's right. There is nothing for me to worry about.
Nothing at all.
I just need to get in, get what I need, and get out.
I'll need no more than a minute or two, and that's it.
Perhaps another minute or two if they've moved anything.
Please let it be that they did not move anything...
“Ah! There it is.”
“Oh my. This place has seen better days, hasn't it?”
“It's what some would refer to as a 'fixer-upper', yes.”
...among other things, of course.
Honestly, I know they're busy and all, but I can't believe it never occurs to any of them to at least put on a fresh coat of paint every now and then.
Well, actually, I suppose I can believe that.
“And you...”
“Live here? Ah, no. No, I just happen to have a few things stored here for safe-keeping...you still don't hear anything, right?”
“No, I don't but...Miss Asakura, this seems a little odd. I thought we were in a hurry to see your doctor friend?”
“'Acquaintance' is more accurate, but you're correct. That is precisely why I need a few of the things I left here.”
If memory serves, it should be right around this...ah! Good, the shed's still standing.
The lock is still in place, as well. Very good.
Hmm, no sign of tampering. Minimal weathering.
Yes, this was most definitely a good investment.
Now, what was the combination, again?
...ah. Right. Right.
A little bit this way...
Then, twice around that way...
Then back again to...there!
“Ha! Yes! Got it on the first try!”
“Miss Asakura, is this really alright? Something about this all seems...”
“Don't worry about it, the owners know about this. We have something of an arrangement, you could say. I do the occasional favor for them, and in exchange they allow me to use this shed for storage. ...hm, I really should dust in here, sometime.”
“Well, that's good, but what I meant to say was that something feels strange.”
“'Strange' how, exactly? You didn't hear anything, did you? I'm pretty sure I have an couple pairs of earplugs around here, somewhere...”
“No, nothing like that. It's just, I feel as if we're being watched.”
“...oh.”
Damn. So much for 'get in, get out', I guess.
Strange, though. Those sisters don't like to keep quiet for long.
Whether they were already here, or if they just arrived, at least one of us should have heard something.
...perhaps it's something else?
Someone else?
Hmm...
[ ] Better check the house, just to be sure. I'm not sure this is such a good idea, but...
[ ] Call them out. ...after I grab my stuff, of course.
[ ] Forget it. Let's get what I came for, and get out of here. Fast.
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Sorry for the delay, once again.
It'd have had this done a day earlier, but I had to go and do something really stupid to myself that I should have known not to do, and so spent much of last night enjoying the consequences.
Thankfully, it seems I only made myself kinda sick for one night, rather than extremely sick for three full days, so that's good.