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[observershikou]

... So, ah...

Does anyone mind reminding me sometime, in the future, that when you're stabbed by a blade, you're supposed to feel pain immediately, instead of later?

Thanks.

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[imadetheswords]

I somehow think reminding you of something like that, it probably won't help.

[observershikou]

Sadly, those chances are high, but it might at least kick in that I should stop the bleeding.

[imadetheswords]

True.

...Do I want to know what you were doing?

[observershikou]

Oh, just... Taking care of something that ended up going a bit badly.

I was intending on just being a spectator, but the ones that were being taken care of decided to make a first strike.

Which, by the way, if you see a girl with magenta hair, don't make any wounds upon her. She leaks mind-altering substances.

[i_like_red]

What happened?

[observershikou]

Very troublesome things concerning a girl who is apparently made of glass and perfume, and her manager who is able to create swords out of thin air.

[i_like_red]

A girl made of glass and perfume...?
Swords out of thin air...?

Why am I even surprised... who are these people exactly?

[observershikou]

The girl made of glass is named "Jasmine". A very simple being. She claims she's a model and a pro duelist.

The other is a copy of Mr. Haitayuu. With long red hair. Who seemed to be minorly insane-- she kept talking oddly, and saying something about her being revived constantly.

[observershikou]

It's bothersome.

And a nasty habit of mine.

[observershikou]

I tend to try not to get worked up, but I think I was a bit pushed, last night, to be so.

[whitrthanwhite]

Shikou, you're supposed to feel pain when you're stabbed by a blade.

[observershikou]

... Yes, thanks.

... Are you alright, Shiroko?

[whitrthanwhite]

As far as I can tell. Apologies for letting myself get hit. Though I do feel accomplished on at least beating that woman.

[observershikou]

... Yes. Yes, yes, it was good that you did. At least, they took out whatever was left in Mr. Haitayuu. It's a good thing at least you had that vial. ... even if I couldn't breathe whenever it was taken out.

... though, ah... Do you remember. What you said, under that perfume's influence?

[becomeanwarrior]

I dunno, Shikou. Adrenaline comes in handy.

But if you would like, I'll remind you next time something like that happens that you should be in pain.

[observershikou]

I prefer to be more aware of it.

Since blood-loss later on isn't pleasant.

[becomeanwarrior]

Yeah, I had a milder form of that hit me later on.

I'll be sure to remind you whenever you get stabbed that you should be feeling pain, bro.

[Private to Shikou]

By the way, what do you know about the foreigner? The one the perfume gal mentioned.

[observershikou]

Thank you.

[Private to Mr. Haitayuu]

I can't exactly guess well about it, but there is one person who I am... Suspicious about, who is definitely a foreign sort.

Mr. Striborg, who claims to be an Angel of God.