week three | dates

[showhost]

You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!





Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.

Comments

[singurarity]

[ Yeah, let's not talk about Okita Souji or Oda Nobunaga or Ushiwakamaru or Musashi or Nero or Mordred or one of the King Arthurs or Leonardo da Vinci or-- ]

I think people do kind of have a right to want to have their bodies to themselves without it being arrogant. And the capybara just... wants to eat?

[ It looks like it's winning, too. ]

[warhawks]

She was dead when I found her, girl. She should be grateful to me for saving her pathetic life!

[ And threatening to end it a dozen times since, but let's not focus on that part.

Now that she knows the name of her nemesis, she focuses harder on getting the upper hand, finally managing to grab hold of some neck fur. It's like scruffing a cat, if the cat was three feet long and weighed as much as a human — the noise it makes sounds almost like it's laughing at her attempts at holding it still. ]

Capybara sword. [ Nothing happens, because we aren't killing cute animals. Yoru makes a disgusted face and lets go, stomping her foot in frustration. ] Worthless. Everything here is worthless!

[singurarity]

Oh, you can call me Ritsuka--wait, sorry, you were going to turn him into a sword??

[ HE'S SO UNBOTHERED, THOUGH. ]

[warhawks]

[ He is... it's only making her mald more... ]

I can turn what's mine into weapons. It should have worked on such an insignificant creature... clearly, some outside force is at play here. [ or maybe the capybara is just more powerful than you ever think about that ]

[singurarity]

Well, you don't really think of capybaras when you think of warzones...

[warhawks]

You're far too shortsighted, girl. A beast of such mettle would have made a formidable weapon.

[ ... She's starting to like it a little. Just a little. ]

[singurarity]

... [ looking at the capybara. ]

It's... definitely inspirational.

[warhawks]

Hmph. And I suppose you think yourself the same, for not cowering in my presence?

[singurarity]

No, I think I've seen too much. That's a different problem.

[warhawks]

Yet you persist. At what cost, I wonder? How many lives have been fractured so that yours might remain whole?

[ The smile on her — Asa's — face is both deeply unpleasant and jarringly out of place, belonging to something far older, more malevolent than a teenage girl. ]

[singurarity]

At least 40 billion, probably.

[ So. Yeah. You're not the only old, malevolent thing she's met, Yoru. ]

[warhawks]

[ Even for the literal embodiment of war, 40 billion lives is — not as incomprehensible as it would be to most, but certainly beyond what she can claim for herself. Once the surprise passes, though, her smile only grows. Despite the casualness in Ritsuka's tone, she can practically smell the pain behind it. ]

A shame we didn't meet sooner. You would have made a good host, girl.

[singurarity]

Well, I wouldn't have really wanted to die in order to meet you, so that might be a one-sided shame.

[ Yeah.

She can tell by Yoru's smile that she's read past her answer, and there's no real helping it. It's not like she'll ever be the same normal girl she used to be. She can relate to Asa, in that regard.

But the capybara just lightly headbutts Yoru's shin. ]

[warhawks]

[ Ritsuka can thank the capybara, because whatever asshole comment Yoru was about to make next instead becomes: ] Ugh, enough!

[ A complete overreaction, but she is tired!! Of this creature!! ]

Tell the humans that we're leaving. This place has served its purpose.

[singurarity]

Got it, got it.

[ She'll wave to the camera people.

THEY CAN GO NOW. ]