023 - [Action/Voice]

[moonlightoutlaw]

[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

Comments

[slaying]

[Her voice sounds awfully faux-brusque.]

Overrated?

[moonlightoutlaw]

Extremely overrated. I won't bother doing it again.

[slaying]

It isn't really the kind of thing that lends itself to a repeat viewing, is it?

[Gets it.]

[moonlightoutlaw]

Most inconvenient. I've got a whole week to make up. That's a lot of booze.

[slaying]

The bar's open. [Paltry, but sympathetic.] Except someone went and installed a karaoke machine.

[moonlightoutlaw]

Well fuck. What kind of asshole did that?

[slaying]

I don't know. And for the sake of the village's rising body-count? Let's keep it that way. Ignorance is supposed to be bliss, right?

[moonlightoutlaw]

Don't think anyone will miss it, do you? [The bar is his happy place. Not listen to people screech into a microphone place.]

[slaying]

I'll tell you what--next time you're in? I'll just conveniently look the other way.

[moonlightoutlaw]

A shame that dying cost me my love of poorly sung music. A real loss, that.

[slaying]

That isn't the kind of thing I'd call a loss.

[But now she's curious; what could Goroh's penalty truly be?]

[moonlightoutlaw]

It's a loss for everyone hoping to hear my singing voice.

[slaying]

Our lives are now all a little poorer.

[moonlightoutlaw]

Life goes on, kiddo. You'll just have to live with it.

[slaying]

This is me, living.

[A heavy, uncertain pause.] Place has been eerily quiet, sans-you.

[moonlightoutlaw]

Yeah. Look, I get it. I died. You don't need to get all sentimental about it.