Yang Ji Hye
Ji Hye let the man lead her over to bench that she hadn't seen, careful not to walk through any of the spirits in sight. The pupils in Yeoleot's eyes followed them as they sat down and as she fidgeted nervously, the entire spirit began to slide toward them. It spread itself out as a crescent around their feet.
It blinked as if in judgment.
"I'm Lysander."
Ji Hye looked at the man, startled from her nerve-wracking staring contest with the mokumokuren. He held out a hand, which she took hesitantly, letting go after only a momentary brush of their fingers.
"Are you feeling better?" Lysander asked her. "You seem" -there was a pause and Ji Hye strained, not sure if he was being drowned out or not -"red."
That's the best color! Mengyan manifested itself on the bench in the space between them and Ji Hye shrank back. It turned its head at her. You, though, are a disgrace to it, it said, poking at her cheek. Everybody looks good in red, so that takes some serious fail skill!
That only made Ji Hye blush harder. "I- uh, it's just-" There really was no good way to explain it, was there? "It's just me!" Which made no sense whatsoever in this contest.
The idiocy of the statement sent Mengyan into a cackling fit. Xunhuan, who had taken residency at their feet, snarled as one of its flailing limbs struck it on the ear. Viciously, the bulgasari bit into the offending part and yanked the akaname off.
Hey, you stupid -thing! Let go!
Behind them Leolkeo hungrily devoured the wiggling cocoons on its web, its now human head holding a fierce expression of glee as Kyoushi Sama watched on, yawning. Aoi no Ue curled up against the side of the bench, propping up its body in such a way that it looked like a queen on her throne.
Peasant, kindly refrain from looking like prey, the nure onna ordered her. Your coloring makes me thirstier.
There was nothing that she could say to that while Lysander was sitting right next to her, so Ji Hye settled instead for sitting there awkwardly, watching Xunhuan and Mengyan wrestle on the ground before them. Yeoleot's eyes had parted hastily to avoid the fight.
And then, all of a sudden, Shourou towered over them. YES, THERE IT IS AGAIN. WHERE IS THAT HOLYMAN? HE CANNOT HIDE FROM ME FOREVER.
Just a beat behind it, Lysander burst out, "That her being afraid has nothing to with me, yeah, I know. Will you shut up now?"
Ji Hye stared at him, frozen. Then, she was glancing around, frantically trying to see if there was anybody else around that he could have been speaking to. There wasn't. You're not the only one, Lysander had said.
Oh.
What was that feeling that she felt now? It seemed to hover around hope and relief.
Eh? What's with him? Mengyan looked up from the scuffle on the ground.
THE OUTBURST IS INDEED SUSPICIOUS, Shourou said. I SUGGEST THAT WE EAT HIM.
Ji Hye squeezed her eyes shut. I'm not alone, she thought. Her heart was doing hiccups and she couldn't do a thing about it. She didn't cry again, though.
"I'm Yang Ji Hye," she found herself saying. It made sense, at least, which was a positive. But then the enormity of everything was starting to really build up. Feeling a little like hyperventilating, the next thing she said was maybe not so appropriate.
"Shourou wants to eat you. You wouldn't happen to have a priest in your head, would you?"
I'm so stupid...
Ji Hye let the man lead her over to bench that she hadn't seen, careful not to walk through any of the spirits in sight. The pupils in Yeoleot's eyes followed them as they sat down and as she fidgeted nervously, the entire spirit began to slide toward them. It spread itself out as a crescent around their feet.
It blinked as if in judgment.
"I'm Lysander."
Ji Hye looked at the man, startled from her nerve-wracking staring contest with the mokumokuren. He held out a hand, which she took hesitantly, letting go after only a momentary brush of their fingers.
"Are you feeling better?" Lysander asked her. "You seem" -there was a pause and Ji Hye strained, not sure if he was being drowned out or not -"red."
That's the best color! Mengyan manifested itself on the bench in the space between them and Ji Hye shrank back. It turned its head at her. You, though, are a disgrace to it, it said, poking at her cheek. Everybody looks good in red, so that takes some serious fail skill!
That only made Ji Hye blush harder. "I- uh, it's just-" There really was no good way to explain it, was there? "It's just me!" Which made no sense whatsoever in this contest.
The idiocy of the statement sent Mengyan into a cackling fit. Xunhuan, who had taken residency at their feet, snarled as one of its flailing limbs struck it on the ear. Viciously, the bulgasari bit into the offending part and yanked the akaname off.
Hey, you stupid -thing! Let go!
Behind them Leolkeo hungrily devoured the wiggling cocoons on its web, its now human head holding a fierce expression of glee as Kyoushi Sama watched on, yawning. Aoi no Ue curled up against the side of the bench, propping up its body in such a way that it looked like a queen on her throne.
Peasant, kindly refrain from looking like prey, the nure onna ordered her. Your coloring makes me thirstier.
There was nothing that she could say to that while Lysander was sitting right next to her, so Ji Hye settled instead for sitting there awkwardly, watching Xunhuan and Mengyan wrestle on the ground before them. Yeoleot's eyes had parted hastily to avoid the fight.
And then, all of a sudden, Shourou towered over them. YES, THERE IT IS AGAIN. WHERE IS THAT HOLYMAN? HE CANNOT HIDE FROM ME FOREVER.
Just a beat behind it, Lysander burst out, "That her being afraid has nothing to with me, yeah, I know. Will you shut up now?"
Ji Hye stared at him, frozen. Then, she was glancing around, frantically trying to see if there was anybody else around that he could have been speaking to. There wasn't. You're not the only one, Lysander had said.
Oh.
What was that feeling that she felt now? It seemed to hover around hope and relief.
Eh? What's with him? Mengyan looked up from the scuffle on the ground.
THE OUTBURST IS INDEED SUSPICIOUS, Shourou said. I SUGGEST THAT WE EAT HIM.
Ji Hye squeezed her eyes shut. I'm not alone, she thought. Her heart was doing hiccups and she couldn't do a thing about it. She didn't cry again, though.
"I'm Yang Ji Hye," she found herself saying. It made sense, at least, which was a positive. But then the enormity of everything was starting to really build up. Feeling a little like hyperventilating, the next thing she said was maybe not so appropriate.
"Shourou wants to eat you. You wouldn't happen to have a priest in your head, would you?"
I'm so stupid...