[You know how they say it's the thought that counts? Well, Neji thinks of apologizing- he just can't think of what for. And besides, his attention's focused on Yuri only cementing the idea of this being an elaborate genjutsu. Normally, he was as impassive as a stone wall but. No. He wouldn't be fooled with. Not now.
Her explanation of ViViD only makes things worse, which is actually quite a feat. Congratulations. It makes things worse because now the ninja was frowning, his brows furrowing with memories which he can't decide are recent because they only formed a day ago or if they're old and now gathering dust because of how much had happened since.] Then no, this isn't all that new. [As for their bodies being safe... well, what the hell did that matter? Neji sure felt like he was in control of the one he'd been loaned here. And it wasn't pierced through and bleeding and cold-- and she'd been right. It didn't wear the shinobi uniform or flak jacket or weapon's cache and he'd been reduced to light slacks and a starch white dress shirt. Stupid thing was constricting. Neji was about to force out another entirely too-straightforward question to his companion when it seems like her gesture to the spider only served to piss it off.
It opened its mouth- rows of teeth like a shark- and bounded forward like some kind of eager dog, the human body flailing off-tempo along with it.
Forgive Neji for not falling in love with the image. In a blink, he's dropped to a practiced stance. In another instance-- he's about to bite out a remark, but stops. His right hand draws up to his chest, palm forward and raised, his left drawn back. Then he steadies himself and hopes the girl was moving behind him, because he thrusts the palm forward and something hits the monster and sends it rolling back. The infuriating part being that Neji couldn't see how much chakra had hit or had only served to deter the thing, could only go by sensation alone. To Yuri-] How do we get out?
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Her explanation of ViViD only makes things worse, which is actually quite a feat. Congratulations. It makes things worse because now the ninja was frowning, his brows furrowing with memories which he can't decide are recent because they only formed a day ago or if they're old and now gathering dust because of how much had happened since.] Then no, this isn't all that new. [As for their bodies being safe... well, what the hell did that matter? Neji sure felt like he was in control of the one he'd been loaned here. And it wasn't pierced through and bleeding and cold-- and she'd been right. It didn't wear the shinobi uniform or flak jacket or weapon's cache and he'd been reduced to light slacks and a starch white dress shirt. Stupid thing was constricting. Neji was about to force out another entirely too-straightforward question to his companion when it seems like her gesture to the spider only served to piss it off.
It opened its mouth- rows of teeth like a shark- and bounded forward like some kind of eager dog, the human body flailing off-tempo along with it.
Forgive Neji for not falling in love with the image. In a blink, he's dropped to a practiced stance. In another instance-- he's about to bite out a remark, but stops. His right hand draws up to his chest, palm forward and raised, his left drawn back. Then he steadies himself and hopes the girl was moving behind him, because he thrusts the palm forward and something hits the monster and sends it rolling back. The infuriating part being that Neji couldn't see how much chakra had hit or had only served to deter the thing, could only go by sensation alone. To Yuri-] How do we get out?