Sei Shonagon
lord of the flies
Kaede Shimokōbe
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]
LOCATION:
Eastern Edge of Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
alabama family reunion
The dragon and the Phoenix
It had been brief, but a brief taste of something was sometimes enough to fan flames into existence. Light a spark where there had been none and wheedle 'what ifs' in little tinders. The King, she had been King for just long enough to blink twice. Once in disbelief and then twice in wonder. The power to do anything had been right there, right in her stolen palm. But what had she done with it? She had released her grip instead of clinging to it and relented to the pressure of whitening knuckles.
What a waste.
Inertia reeled her back into relaxed limbs and another set of open palms. Her consciousness clutched the walls of temples adorned by glasses and a gasp for breath escaped her newly awoken body as she sobered back into life.
The unfamiliar sensation of arms and the flesh that sunk into them, frame too different to be Yong-Yut, alerted her anew. Kaede tensed and prickled closed lids with worrisome wrinkles as she extended the act of being unconscious. Who was this? The pit in her stomach told her that she knew who it was, while weightlessness continued to deprive her of solid ground. The shadow board rocked above the ground and thus also rocked the bottomless discomfort that churned a silent curse to the forefront of her mind.
The now quiet one that harboured no other occupants to distract her from the world.
Damn. It was Spirit, was it not?
Well, this was awkward. Any power-hungry thoughts were smothered as quickly as they had come into existence under carefully procured breaths. What was she gonna do? It wasn't like she was able to provide any aid in the battle and talking to the person she had just chewed out-
Kaede remained still in her imitation of a lifeless husk and quietly counted the seconds for when Sommy would return. Or that her cover was blown. Whatever came first.
What a waste.
Inertia reeled her back into relaxed limbs and another set of open palms. Her consciousness clutched the walls of temples adorned by glasses and a gasp for breath escaped her newly awoken body as she sobered back into life.
The unfamiliar sensation of arms and the flesh that sunk into them, frame too different to be Yong-Yut, alerted her anew. Kaede tensed and prickled closed lids with worrisome wrinkles as she extended the act of being unconscious. Who was this? The pit in her stomach told her that she knew who it was, while weightlessness continued to deprive her of solid ground. The shadow board rocked above the ground and thus also rocked the bottomless discomfort that churned a silent curse to the forefront of her mind.
The now quiet one that harboured no other occupants to distract her from the world.
Damn. It was Spirit, was it not?
Well, this was awkward. Any power-hungry thoughts were smothered as quickly as they had come into existence under carefully procured breaths. What was she gonna do? It wasn't like she was able to provide any aid in the battle and talking to the person she had just chewed out-
Kaede remained still in her imitation of a lifeless husk and quietly counted the seconds for when Sommy would return. Or that her cover was blown. Whatever came first.
tldr: kaede is pretending to be unconscious to avoid awkward social interaction and confrontation
Peckinou interaction
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