[That he's Definitely Not in Tokyo Anymore is something Otoha has come to terms with a while ago. Even with the rebuilding, there aren't any buildings like this there. There isn't space for them. And yet, here he is. A dream, maybe? Or is it the other side? He can't see any demons, but really, what other explanation could there be?
But the stairs are going on forever, moving him around with them. Something mischievous lives here. For the moment it doesn't seem malicious, though, so he presses on.
That's when he hears it.
The stairs are gossips, you know. Why don’t you tell us a little something about yourself? Make it good!]
The stairs? [That's...ridiculous. It has to be. Besides, he isn't telling anyone any secrets. He's stubborn that way.
Instead, he stubbornly hefts his sheathed sword over his shoulder, ignores the paintings, and keeps walking. He might be here forever, but at least he'll have his dignity.]
Phase IV
[It's the helplessness of the crying that gets him. Someone needs help, and he's supposed to be the protector, right? Even if his power is locked without Yurine...he still has a duty.
Finding the source is another matter entirely. Each step he takes what he thinks is closer only seems to carry the person farther away. Like they don't want to be found. And yet...it's getting louder and louder the more he moves, trying to find them. He must be getting closer then.
...right?
And then darkness. A trap, then, and he glares, unseen, dropping into a defensive stance, trying to make some sense of the void around him. He can't see anything and it's doubtful that the attackers are in the same predicament. They'd planned for this.
He can hear the footsteps at least, though he doesn't move himself.]
Otoha Yousuke | Karas
[That he's Definitely Not in Tokyo Anymore is something Otoha has come to terms with a while ago. Even with the rebuilding, there aren't any buildings like this there. There isn't space for them. And yet, here he is. A dream, maybe? Or is it the other side? He can't see any demons, but really, what other explanation could there be?
But the stairs are going on forever, moving him around with them. Something mischievous lives here. For the moment it doesn't seem malicious, though, so he presses on.
That's when he hears it.
The stairs are gossips, you know. Why don’t you tell us a little something about yourself? Make it good!]
The stairs? [That's...ridiculous. It has to be. Besides, he isn't telling anyone any secrets. He's stubborn that way.
Instead, he stubbornly hefts his sheathed sword over his shoulder, ignores the paintings, and keeps walking. He might be here forever, but at least he'll have his dignity.]
Phase IV
[It's the helplessness of the crying that gets him. Someone needs help, and he's supposed to be the protector, right? Even if his power is locked without Yurine...he still has a duty.
Finding the source is another matter entirely. Each step he takes what he thinks is closer only seems to carry the person farther away. Like they don't want to be found. And yet...it's getting louder and louder the more he moves, trying to find them. He must be getting closer then.
...right?
And then darkness. A trap, then, and he glares, unseen, dropping into a defensive stance, trying to make some sense of the void around him. He can't see anything and it's doubtful that the attackers are in the same predicament. They'd planned for this.
He can hear the footsteps at least, though he doesn't move himself.]
Coward. You won't even show yourself?