9th Sweep [backdated to thursday]

[mokorilove]

[So Ryo's in a bit of trouble-yes, he's been affected by this horrible hallucinogenic gas, and he's definitely not in his right mind.

You'd like it if he were perving on inanimate objects, or dudes, right? But alas, there's little humor in this situation.

He's flashing back to some pretty unsavory moments in his life; he sees jungles and enemies,

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D - he can hurt her, no death please ;u; also i am sleeping now, will pick up in the morning!

[lotuslife]

[So, by now, Vietnam's own hallucinogenic gas has worn off, or this situation would be impossibly more hideous.

Her first thought upon feeling the cold blade pressed against her neck is anger at herself for not sensing the assailant sooner. But it's been a strange 24 hours, and so all she does is stand perfectly still while she tries to figure out what to do. At the very least, she isn't panicking- she's been in this exact situation before.

She speaks directly ahead of herself, making no attempt to turn her head to see who it is.]

Who are you?

Aaaah, Ryo will feel horrible for anything in these threads ;;

[mokorilove]

[His eyes are glossed over and he doesn't budge an inch. His breathing is even and his hand is so steady that it seems frozen in time... already had a good 10 years to master his fears or uncertainties, and while he was not as skilled as he is now, he can hardly be scared of all he's known in life.]

You speak English-that's interesting. But I think I'll be asking who you are: Fuerzas Armadas Rebeldes? Or a different brand of insurgent?

[Ryo isn't Guatemalan, but he thinks he's there, of course. Thinks he's back in Central America, passing through the Mayan Highlands, taking part in the usual bloodshed. Right now, he sees a man dressed with a gun, without any sign of military insignia...

A friend? Possibly. Maybe...]

;u; it's okayyy!

[lotuslife]

[She frowns. That's a strange question. And that voice- it's so familiar...]

Neither.

Identify yourself.

:')

[mokkori_love]

[He clenches his teeth faintly at the answer. So they were going to be difficult. Wonderful-and this question certainly was one that he couldn't entirely answer. Afterall, he had both many names and no name at all...]

Anónimo.

You don't have accent, either. Where are you from, and why are you here?

[He presses the knife, but it's not wound-inflicting. There was, in his mind, a small village 100 paces west, and he had to ensure no military stumbled across it. There were good men there, insurgents, that would be killed along with innocent people.]

[lotuslife]

[Suddenly the speaker registers with her.]

...Ryo. Is that you?

[mokori_love]

[He doesn't drop his stance, but he does lift an eyebrow at that. Strange, it suddenly feels very familiar... Even the voice seems to have changed a little. Clearly, he's been out in the jungle too long. Maybe there was a river close by to quench his thirst at.]

No-I don't know a Ryo.

[And said with more bite to the words:]

You should answer the questions now, before I cut your throat, sir. I'm not usually impatient, but it's been a long day.

[lotuslife]

[Despite his denial, the more he talks, the more she's sure of who it is.]

It's Vietnam. I don't know what sort of idiocy you are planning here, but if you kill me now, I will exact my revenge upon you thrice over. Do you understand?

[Her voice is unbelievably calm. Vietnam does not fear death here; after all, if you just come back again the next morning, is it really death at all?]

[mokkori_love]

...Vietnam? A strange codename for Guatemalan territory, stranger.

[In the man's mind right now, death is death. And while Vietnam is calm, he's dealt with so many who are calm at the sight of danger.

He snorts, pressing the knife again, just enough to draw a small line.]

When you're dead, you won't be able to exact any revenge; the men before you said similar things, but then I just toss their bodies and never hear from them again.

Did that snake Arguedas send you??

[lotuslife]

[With irritation, she feels a droplet of blood drip down her neck. Her heart rate automatically picks up a little.]

I haven't got a clue what you're...

[And then she realizes:

the gas. It must be the gas.]

[mokkorilove]

[He notes the sudden trail of words, though he remains calm and almost professional about this exchange. As if to say "sorry, it's not you, it's me".]

Figured out something I'd like to hear?

[lotuslife]

You're hallucinating.

[And while she waits for her rather strange words to register, she reaches up as fast as she can to close her hands around the one that holds a knife to her throat. If it works, she'll have flattened that hand against her collarbone, bringing the knife down a good three inches- away from the most important veins.]

UGUUUUUGH sorry for the editting. >:T

[mokori_love]

Hallucinating.

[He deadpans.]

Are you serious. Do you think that'll get you off the hoo-

[And it works! His hand is suddenly lowered, and in response he presses the blade if he can, toward anything he can, all the while slipping his foot around the soldier's ankle and trying to pull 'him' chest-first into the ground.]

it's okay ;u;

[lotuslife]

[She feels the blade cut her collarbone, and drives an elbow back into his gut as he brings her to the ground. She doesn't have much use of her arms, and it's too dangerous to grab for her gun, so she just takes the impact, grimacing. She'll try to roll out from under him.]

[mokorilove]

[Well, he totally would have been able to go in for a pin, knife in hand, but when he reaches for her his hand lands on her chest. And it seems. Not right for a man.

His mokkori drive is a little stunned.]

A boob?!

[A boob. On a man? No. Wait, what? Something's screwy here-

Clearly stunned, it makes for a perfect chance for Vietnam.]

1/2 ...lmfao i love you

[lotuslife]

[lotuslife]

[AHEM, attempting to recover. She is going to paddle him to death later for groping her, but right now she needs to disarm him.]

T- trời ơi! [A MAIDEN'S HONOR gives renewed strength to grab the hand that's holding the knife to attempt to wrench it free, and, if she succeeds, toss it away.]