※-oo1; Underestimation
Characters: Yuri and You?
Location: The Park
Time: Midnight -> Early Morning
Style: Any!
Status: Open
“You want to kill me? ... That stopped being a creative hobby months ago.”
While one of three ghost-pirates adamantly kept slashing his scimitar randomly at Yuri, a second laughed heartily, despite it sounding whispy at the same time. Well, it was a spirit, it was probably supposed to sound a little spooky with the air effect. The third was… staring. And smiling with an incomplete set of teeth. Not that any of their shenanigans fazed Yuri one bit.
Apparently he’d been entertaining them by not doing anything in particular save for an occasional comment, ever since he woke up alone in the park a short while ago. He arrived injured and even had to swim to shore-he was in no mood to move, despite how annoying the specters were getting.
But then something unexpected happened. The previously illusionary sword felt solid as the rusted steel slowly slid across the side of his face. His cheek felt… warm? Yuri raised his fingers to it, and clarified that yep, he was bleeding now. A few silent seconds, and the three ghosts’ smiles widened.
“So, you’re not all talk after all-“ He mused, sliding down to lie on his back to evade the slash aimed for his head. He promptly hopped back up and readied a battle stance. Not having his sword at ready was inconvenient, but he wasn’t about to be looked down upon for not having a weapon.
Location: The Park
Time: Midnight -> Early Morning
Style: Any!
Status: Open
“You want to kill me? ... That stopped being a creative hobby months ago.”
While one of three ghost-pirates adamantly kept slashing his scimitar randomly at Yuri, a second laughed heartily, despite it sounding whispy at the same time. Well, it was a spirit, it was probably supposed to sound a little spooky with the air effect. The third was… staring. And smiling with an incomplete set of teeth. Not that any of their shenanigans fazed Yuri one bit.
Apparently he’d been entertaining them by not doing anything in particular save for an occasional comment, ever since he woke up alone in the park a short while ago. He arrived injured and even had to swim to shore-he was in no mood to move, despite how annoying the specters were getting.
But then something unexpected happened. The previously illusionary sword felt solid as the rusted steel slowly slid across the side of his face. His cheek felt… warm? Yuri raised his fingers to it, and clarified that yep, he was bleeding now. A few silent seconds, and the three ghosts’ smiles widened.
“So, you’re not all talk after all-“ He mused, sliding down to lie on his back to evade the slash aimed for his head. He promptly hopped back up and readied a battle stance. Not having his sword at ready was inconvenient, but he wasn’t about to be looked down upon for not having a weapon.