Twentieth Strike - [Action]

[not_klonoa]

[Okay, even in regular, ordinary Luceti Presea dislikes crowds and huge groups of people. It makes her uncomfortable and distrustful. And she can't help but grip her axe's handle a little tighter as she drags it along, making her way silently through the crowd.

She has questions bubbling in her head as to why there are so many new people about,

Comments

[ownseverything]

[Is that a child with a large ax he spies from a distance? Doesn't he have filters against that? He's not sure, but either way this merits investigation. Like him walking through the woods.

He's used to ending spybots for things like this usually so he's being very loud]

[not_klonoa]

[What is that strangely dressed man doing in the forest? Presea hears him before he tromps over, and frowns. Ow...having extra-sensitive hearing can really suck sometimes. She won't look up just let, running a stone over the blade of her axe in slow, rhythmic swipes.]

...

[ownseverything]

[He was like "oh man what is this I've only seen it in pictures."

And then he had to look.

Which is what he's doing now, looking. Specifically at her sharpening the axe. That's weird, isn't it? He wanders on over towards her...]

Hey, you.

[not_klonoa]

[Another long quiet stroke before she halts and stares up at the strangely dressed man blankly. Was he lost? She could take him back, if he needed it.]

...Yes?

[kendama_pro]

[In the forest, eh? Well, here's another kid in the forest wandering around. He looks a little lost, though.]

Huh, I know the village was downstream. Did I make a wrong turn somewhere...?

[not_klonoa]

[For a second, Presea doesn't look up - too absorbed in her work - but as the voice registers into her memory, she lifts her head to peer around the area for the source. Wait, that couldn't be--wasn't he sent back months ago?]

...Genis?

[kendama_pro]

[About seven months ago, but who's counting? Still, that quiet voice is one that Genis would be familiar with anywhere, any time.]

P-P-Presea...! H-hi!

[Blushing, check. Incoherent stammering, check. Yup, this's Genis.]

[not_klonoa]

[Oh, goodness, it really is Genis. She can recognize that awkward stuttering anywhere. With a slow, gentle smile, Presea sets aide her axe and goes to greet him properly.]

Hello... It is good to see you again, Genis.