023 - [Action/Voice]
[Life has a way of being weird. Really weird and ironic. Death manages to top that. Because when Goroh suddenly finds himself breathing again, he opens his eyes to see the forest above. He was in the heat of battle. Hazama was attacking. That girl was nearby. He could have ignored it, but he didn't. He jumped in at the last moment, taking the blow. And then it went dark. And now he was here. In the woods. Feeling extremely uncomfortable. After a moment, he realized where he was. You've got to be fucking kidding me.
After spending about twenty minutes going over in his mind what happened and trying to figure out what he's lost as a result, he opens up his journal and decides to be conversational.]
Turns out dying is overrated as hell. It's got nothing on the Poripotian Space Flu. Not sure why people make a big damn deal out of it.
Damn. I could really use a smoke though.
[For awhile, Goroh will just be out in the forest answering his journal. He's sitting in front of a bath tub. In the middle of the forest. That he arrived in. Somehow the irony of it is amusing enough to make him not mind dying so much.]
(ooc: Also, this is forward dated to the middle of Monday in the afternoon.]
After spending about twenty minutes going over in his mind what happened and trying to figure out what he's lost as a result, he opens up his journal and decides to be conversational.]
Turns out dying is overrated as hell. It's got nothing on the Poripotian Space Flu. Not sure why people make a big damn deal out of it.
Damn. I could really use a smoke though.
[For awhile, Goroh will just be out in the forest answering his journal. He's sitting in front of a bath tub. In the middle of the forest. That he arrived in. Somehow the irony of it is amusing enough to make him not mind dying so much.]
(ooc: Also, this is forward dated to the middle of Monday in the afternoon.]