[Itsuki has a high Wis value so he would theoretically notice Jiuqing's expression..... theoretically... If he wasn't frowning to himself, his brows furrowing the longer they walk up this mountain. He goes quiet, no longer slutty, glancing back the way they came several times.
Once they come to a stop, as Frank -- no, Nogiku speaks to Kazari (?) and Jiuqing looks at the masked figure in fear, Itsuki stares at the sakura tree, twisted in the shape of a kitsune. A kitsune... that's the form he has, but that's not really him. A burst of clarity accompanies his thoughts, and he shoots Clarte a panicked look.
[ Kazari is not moist. Or affected by the wind at all, it seems like. She doesn't have an expression - she's wearing a mask, obviously - but she does seem a bit worried by this reaction. By the fear.
`We should begin. I think ... we're running out of time.`]
[glory to the shogun. jiuqing has rolled low, so she's inazuman again.
there's a flash of lightning above, and maybe you could be forgiven for thinking the fear on her face was just a trick of the eye - because by the time the thunder has finished rumbling, the fear is gone.
that cold, focused look is back in her eyes.
she bows once to kazari.]
...my apologies. I allowed my mind to wander. Let's begin.
[itsuki opens his mouth to reply to Clarte's question, but he just looks frustrated. He can't explain, there's nothing concrete about his misgivings, other than the feeling of foreboding that's making him want to clutch his stomach. his ears flick nervously at Frank -- no Nogiku's question, and at the way Jiuqing is so serious again.]
...We're going to have to fight again, aren't we? What if it's... [worse than last time? he can't remember last time. they were fighting apparitions? of -- tofu boys? people? he can't remember. he doesn't like that he can't remember.]
Can we really do this? What if our prayers aren't enough?
[clarte will reach out to touch itsuki's arm, reassuringly, but they'll look over at kazari as well.
they can understand itsuki's concerns, though unfortunately they're still inazuman enough that it seems like they might just? have to persevere? still...]
Refresh my memory, Kazari... [because it's been 120 years] What exactly will happen when we complete the ritual?
[ Kazari reaches over to try and touch Itsuki on the arm as well - to try and comfort him ... but the tips of her fingers pass through him. She gives up, and retreats some.
When you dispelled the filth from the root system, it gathered here. The Sakura has held onto that miasma, that energy, and with Inazuma as it is ... it has been difficult for it to keep up. It cannot hold it all. This will allow the energy to return to the natural cycle, instead of being buried in the earth. I've done what I can, and what I can do is to guide you here. I promise, I am not trying to trick you. I have never lied to you. Inazuma is my home as well.
You will have to fight. But I think your prayers-- I hope your prayers are enough. Please. ]
[She sucks in a breath, watching Kazari's fingers pass through Itsuki's arm.]
—Kazari-san? You're...?
[Wow! This binch was a ghost. Who could have guessed? Apparently not Frank, who rolled a 1 and is only meeting her for the first, and perhaps, final time. The look of shock on her face is palpable. But soon it gives way for sorrow. And then, understanding.]
... Very well. I will fight for Inazuma. Like my grandmother, and my great great grandmother before her. For our home, for our sake... and yours.
well, she should probably be more concerned that kazari is a ghost, but she's here to defend inazuma and do her duty as a member of the shogun's army. fear of ghosts doesn't matter. nothing matters but preserving inazuma so that it lives in eternity.
she readies her bow, notching an arrow as she prepares to pray. if they're going to have to fight for certain, then she wants to get in the first strike.
[Kazari is a ghost??? This feels like something Itsuki should have kept track of, being a dedicated kitsune of his temple.
He calms down some, shaking his head as if to pull himself together. right, right, this is his duty... If he gets this over with now, then he can go out with everyone after. Celebratory drinks for once, instead of just falling asleep right after. He holds his ritual bell together and thinks of his prayers.
He opens his eyes and squints at Clarte, waiting for Clarte to start first.]
[kazari being a ghost does not bother clarte. is this inazuman clarte or actual clarte? both, really. though they're more inazuman right now, for better or for worse.
Unfortunately, it seems that Bogiku forgot to pass down their ancestral prayers to the next generation. Poor, sweet Frank has no idea what she's actually supposed to say. Much less that her words to Kazari were totally wrong.
And now Kazari is gone. The look on her face one that will haunt Frank, for whatever remains of her life.
She looks at the rest of the group, a hint of anxiety in her gaze. Well... The furries are the ones who have done this for the last 120 years. Frank only just got here. What now, senpais?]
[lightning flashes above them again, and the rumbling of thunder fills their ears.
with a roll of 8, there's no snapping out of this. she's a soldier. she is born to fight her enemies, for the shogun, for inazuma. it's how it's been since the beginning, and it will continue on into eternity. and so - here and now, she will fight.
ignoring the pain in her decades-old bullet wounds, she takes to the air, arrow still nocked, grip firm on the bow. she stares down at the group below her, and something in her face changes. as a soldier, she's always been stern and cold - but now it's almost inhuman. her eyes don't look quite right, and they're glowing eerily, brightening with each crash of thunder above.
her claws - because she has claws now, or maybe she's always had them? - tighten around the bow as she takes aim. it's an 11 to shoot at frank, and a 13 to shoot at clarte; she fires in quick succession. i, britt, hope that they're quick on their feet.
when they look up at her, she's not fully recognizable as herself. her eyes, glowing, are slitted - but when the glow is faintest, they're still the same soft green as hers always were. there are markings on her face now which look much like these, etched into her skin with a glowing coppery color. she bares her fangs and glares down at them, several tails soaked in blood swishing behind her, blood dripping from her wings. she looks like some unholy combination of kitsune and tengu.
when she speaks, her voice comes out in a snarl.
she notches another arrow and this time, aims for frank's heart.]
[lightning flashes through the sky, perfectly illuminating the hesitant expression on Frank's face, the way Jiuqing is now taking to the sky, nocking her bow. Itsuki turns to watch her rise, watches her take aim, his roll of 13 means he's Inazuman -- and as a kitsune, well... he's always been suited to deception. it's in his nature, mercurial and ever-changing.
he immediately turns to Clarte, his tails whipping behind him -- three before, four now? five? no, the limbs puncturing out from his back aren't tails, but long, scaly legs -- like a spider.
his hands open towards Clarte, shooting not fire, but a string of long, sticky webs instead, aiming with the power of an 11 at the other oni's chest, intending on trapping him long enough for Jiuqing to finish the job. his ears are pressed flat on his head, his lips peel back to reveal the fangs forming in his mouth, and his eyes are now joined by several more, all narrowed in hatred]
good and bad news! the good news is that unlike some people, clarte snaps back to reality and remembers they are not, in fact, inazuman, which means they don't have to call nogiku frank lisette.
they also finally remember their prayers again, as they open their mouth. probably too late.]
O Narukami, O Watatsumi, forgive us—
[and then itsuki turns, and clarte understands now what's wrong. unfortunately, i rolled 2 10s and thus failed to outroll you fucks, so while clarte makes move to dodge, itsuki gets their arm—and jiuqing's arrow strikes them in the side. they let out a cry of pain, before biting it down and turning their head to hopefully the other sane member of this party?]
[imagine if i said, no. she's a monster, too. fuck you, clarte.
But fortunately, or unfortunately, Frank is still her squishy human self. She is also still very much caught in the illusion of the fake lives they led, having rolled a 7, so the name Nogiku means nothing to her. Perhaps it was the name of one of her ancestors. But how many people know what their great great grandparents are named, anyway...?
It's a 5 to dodge Jiuqing's first arrow. Not good enough. Shocked as she is by her companions' transformations, she's slow to draw her sword — and the first arrow catches her on her shoulder. With a 12, having now caught on, she moves quickly enough that Jiuqing's second arrow does not pierce her heart. But, it still embeds itself on her side as she runs to Clarte's side, to cut them free of the webs if possible.]
Shit...! [The pain is awful, but she's had worse. (When?) With Clarte's attention on Itsuki, "Frank" keeps her eyes trained on Jiuqing.] What's wrong with them?!
[nothing is wrong with them. why would anything be wrong with them? she's exactly where she's meant to be, doing what she's meant to do. (she has rolled a 4 to not be inazuman. she will never snap out of this.)
what they came here for - it's to purge the filth.
it doesn't dawn on her that perhaps she's the filth that must be purged, here. frank and clarte are moving around - as much as they can with itsuki's webs, anyway - and that's infuriating. she fires another arrow at frank, but with a roll of 3 it doesn't hit - she's a bit to slow, and as her foe rushes to clarte's side, the arrow lodges itself in the ground where she was standing.
but having to cut them free of the webs will leave them occupied, and she refocuses her aim, swooping around to fire a shot at frank's back with a roll of 14.]
[A part of Itsuki almost feels sorry for them. Frank aside, he's spent a long time with Clarte -- even if they were comrades forged from circumstance. They had the same duty, they worried about the same things -- Itsuki liked seeing the moon with them.
But that's neither here or there, the most important thing is that Clarte and Frank both have to be eliminated. The rain falls steadily, Itsuki the fox hates the rain, but he's still morphing -- changing further, his eyes are turning black, he has three tails and eight legs to use. he's choosing his own fursona, now he's a spiderfox.
he scuttles closer, lashing out with a serrated leg with a fcking roll of 2 towards Frank, aiming to keep her away from Clarte's side, but it puts him closer in her range now too. He's still grounded, Jiuqing at least gets to fly]
[clarte just shakes their head, as if to say, i don't know. quickly, as they struggle to free themself from the web with nogiku's help (ow), they mutter their prayers under their breath—]
O Narukami, O Watatsumi, forgive us. Please protect the people with me, and send these blessings to those who await our return. Give us the strength to hold our heads high and achieve our duty. I pray that these roots be cleansed so thatthepeopleofInazumamayliveinpeaceandhappinessmaylightshineuponeveryone.
[as if it'll help at this point, but they have to make the attempt, desperate as they are.
... but they know what this is. it's as itsuki predicted—it ends in killing one another. and a question, one asked by another once, echoes in their mind: would you kill others here to save yourself?
their answer had been clear, then. but faced with the possibility now, they know there are other factors to consider that make it less simple. they don't fear for their own life, but...
well, first things first. they have to try what they can.]
See if you can knock them out. If you can't, or if that doesn't help, then... get away from here—to somewhere safe.
[she can leave it to them, if need be, though they don't say so in so many words. getting people to let them do things on their own generally isn't that simple.
and then, as itsuki gets closer—well, sorry, itsuki. clarte doesn't enjoy this, but with a swing of 15 of their club, they aim for the serrated leg.]
[Clarte's desperate prayers fill her ears as she works to free them from the web. Consumed by 120 years worth of lies, in this moment, she genuinely believes she is Frank. Granddaughter of Bogiku. Great great granddaughter of Nogiku. This is her home. Her ancestral duty. Her mission to cleanse this filth. A flash of lightning illuminates the sky above them. Seconds later, they hear the thunder.
And just like that—
The dice grace us with a 20, and Nogiku remembers who she is and exactly what is happening here.]
... Get away from here? [Quietly. She, at least, makes quick work of the web after having rolled a 15. And as she cuts through them with her sword, her voice grows louder. Less of a whisper, more of a growl. Her expression twists in anger, furious, almost inhuman.] The hell I will. Even if they hate us... Even if we come to regret this... And even if it means we won't make it back in one piece, I won't run away like a bitch with her tail between her legs!
[A 19 trumps Jiuqing's 14. Sad. Nogiku pulls back quickly enough that the arrow only graces her arm. Another 19, and she darts forward. She infuses her sword with a burst of scarlet and takes a swing at Itsuki's other legs. Of course, it's with the flat of her katana. She's not looking to dismember him... Probably.]
with a roll of 6, jiuqing continues to be caught in the delusion that she is this unholy tengu-kitsune monster who has always lived in inazuma, so she doesn't hesitate, bitch. she fires another shot at nogiku.
but maybe she should have hesitated, because another roll of 6 means her arrow strikes the ground where nogiku had been before she'd darted forward. she stows her bow and then swoops down with a growl, reaching down to grapple - with a roll of 18.
...and then beats her wings, hard, to try and grip nogiku-- err, frank-- with the intention of lifting her up into the air and dropping her off the side of the fucking mountain. this one's a 13, though.]
[at this point Itsuki's lost the ability to be shaken out of it -- perhaps thanks to his spiderfox fursona that's taking over his brain, thank you roll of 5.
as for the attacks, a 15 is great, except when Clarte and Nogiku combo aim for your legs with EQUAL AND HIGHER ROLLS!! he lands hard, if he can't lash out with his legs then he'll use his mouth, reaching in to try and take a bite out of Nogiku with a 6,]
[well. clarte can appreciate nogiku's spirit, even if they still wish she'd mcfuckin leave because clarte never learned their lesson about not doing everything themself.
they have their resolve, but still, they wouldn't forgive themself if they didn't at least try—well, the admittedly rather naive and stupid option, but hey, the pacifist route worked before. so they throw their club at jiuqing but this is the one time the dice truly hates them so it's a fuckin 1. the good (?) part is that this was the less important action. the reason they discarded their weapon?
so that both hands are free as they reach to hug itsuki. yeah!! (this means you're on your own to deal with jiuqing, sorry nogiku.)
this is, like. both meant to be soft but also now apparently to try and stop itsuki from voring nogiku. i rolled a 19 for hug whatever this means]
Itsuki, please. [pleading.] Stand down.
[I don't want to have to kill you.
because clarte would not kill any of them here to save themself, but they would to protect nogiku—and because for itsuki, who hates to hurt others even with his words, they don't want to force him to bear the burden instead.]
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Once they come to a stop, as Frank -- no, Nogiku speaks to Kazari (?) and Jiuqing looks at the masked figure in fear, Itsuki stares at the sakura tree, twisted in the shape of a kitsune. A kitsune... that's the form he has, but that's not really him. A burst of clarity accompanies his thoughts, and he shoots Clarte a panicked look.
i rolled a 19 so Itsuki WILL share his feelings,]
...Something's wrong. We shouldn't be here.
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Are you two all right? What's wrong?
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`We should begin. I think ... we're running out of time.`]
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... Huh? What's the matter with you two?
[She looks concerned, but for all the wrong reasons.]
Come on, you heard her. This isn't the time to have second thoughts... Haven't you done this twice before?
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there's a flash of lightning above, and maybe you could be forgiven for thinking the fear on her face was just a trick of the eye - because by the time the thunder has finished rumbling, the fear is gone.
that cold, focused look is back in her eyes.
she bows once to kazari.]
...my apologies. I allowed my mind to wander. Let's begin.
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...We're going to have to fight again, aren't we? What if it's... [worse than last time? he can't remember last time. they were fighting apparitions? of -- tofu boys? people? he can't remember. he doesn't like that he can't remember.]
Can we really do this? What if our prayers aren't enough?
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they can understand itsuki's concerns, though unfortunately they're still inazuman enough that it seems like they might just? have to persevere? still...]
Refresh my memory, Kazari... [because it's been 120 years] What exactly will happen when we complete the ritual?
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When you dispelled the filth from the root system, it gathered here. The Sakura has held onto that miasma, that energy, and with Inazuma as it is ... it has been difficult for it to keep up. It cannot hold it all. This will allow the energy to return to the natural cycle, instead of being buried in the earth. I've done what I can, and what I can do is to guide you here. I promise, I am not trying to trick you. I have never lied to you. Inazuma is my home as well.
You will have to fight. But I think your prayers-- I hope your prayers are enough. Please. ]
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—Kazari-san? You're...?
[Wow! This binch was a ghost. Who could have guessed? Apparently not Frank, who rolled a 1 and is only meeting her for the first, and perhaps, final time. The look of shock on her face is palpable. But soon it gives way for sorrow. And then, understanding.]
... Very well. I will fight for Inazuma. Like my grandmother, and my great great grandmother before her. For our home, for our sake... and yours.
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well, she should probably be more concerned that kazari is a ghost, but she's here to defend inazuma and do her duty as a member of the shogun's army. fear of ghosts doesn't matter. nothing matters but preserving inazuma so that it lives in eternity.
she readies her bow, notching an arrow as she prepares to pray. if they're going to have to fight for certain, then she wants to get in the first strike.
but they have to pray, first.
she opens her mouth to start the prayer.
pauses.
...
closes her mouth.]
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He calms down some, shaking his head as if to pull himself together. right, right, this is his duty... If he gets this over with now, then he can go out with everyone after. Celebratory drinks for once, instead of just falling asleep right after. He holds his ritual bell together and thinks of his prayers.
He opens his eyes and squints at Clarte, waiting for Clarte to start first.]
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anyway, itsuki looks to clarte.]
... Are you all okay...?
[YOUR PRAYERS?]
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Well.
Nothing seems to happen for the moment. ]
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Well! Well, well, well. Welly, well, well...
Unfortunately, it seems that Bogiku forgot to pass down their ancestral prayers to the next generation. Poor, sweet Frank has no idea what she's actually supposed to say. Much less that her words to Kazari were totally wrong.
And now Kazari is gone. The look on her face one that will haunt Frank, for whatever remains of her life.
She looks at the rest of the group, a hint of anxiety in her gaze. Well... The furries are the ones who have done this for the last 120 years. Frank only just got here. What now, senpais?]
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with a roll of 8, there's no snapping out of this. she's a soldier. she is born to fight her enemies, for the shogun, for inazuma. it's how it's been since the beginning, and it will continue on into eternity. and so - here and now, she will fight.
ignoring the pain in her decades-old bullet wounds, she takes to the air, arrow still nocked, grip firm on the bow. she stares down at the group below her, and something in her face changes. as a soldier, she's always been stern and cold - but now it's almost inhuman. her eyes don't look quite right, and they're glowing eerily, brightening with each crash of thunder above.
her claws - because she has claws now, or maybe she's always had them? - tighten around the bow as she takes aim. it's an 11 to shoot at frank, and a 13 to shoot at clarte; she fires in quick succession. i, britt, hope that they're quick on their feet.
when they look up at her, she's not fully recognizable as herself. her eyes, glowing, are slitted - but when the glow is faintest, they're still the same soft green as hers always were. there are markings on her face now which look much like these, etched into her skin with a glowing coppery color. she bares her fangs and glares down at them, several tails soaked in blood swishing behind her, blood dripping from her wings. she looks like some unholy combination of kitsune and tengu.
when she speaks, her voice comes out in a snarl.
she notches another arrow and this time, aims for frank's heart.]
I hope you're prepared to die!
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he immediately turns to Clarte, his tails whipping behind him -- three before, four now? five? no, the limbs puncturing out from his back aren't tails, but long, scaly legs -- like a spider.
his hands open towards Clarte, shooting not fire, but a string of long, sticky webs instead, aiming with the power of an 11 at the other oni's chest, intending on trapping him long enough for Jiuqing to finish the job. his ears are pressed flat on his head, his lips peel back to reveal the fangs forming in his mouth, and his eyes are now joined by several more, all narrowed in hatred]
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good and bad news! the good news is that unlike some people, clarte snaps back to reality and remembers they are not, in fact, inazuman, which means they don't have to call nogiku frank lisette.
they also finally remember their prayers again, as they open their mouth. probably too late.]
O Narukami, O Watatsumi, forgive us—
[and then itsuki turns, and clarte understands now what's wrong. unfortunately, i rolled 2 10s and thus failed to outroll you fucks, so while clarte makes move to dodge, itsuki gets their arm—and jiuqing's arrow strikes them in the side. they let out a cry of pain, before biting it down and turning their head to hopefully the other sane member of this party?]
Nogiku!
[they look at itsuki again, pleading.]
Itsuki, return to your senses! This isn't you!
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But fortunately, or unfortunately, Frank is still her squishy human self. She is also still very much caught in the illusion of the fake lives they led, having rolled a 7, so the name Nogiku means nothing to her. Perhaps it was the name of one of her ancestors. But how many people know what their great great grandparents are named, anyway...?
It's a 5 to dodge Jiuqing's first arrow. Not good enough. Shocked as she is by her companions' transformations, she's slow to draw her sword — and the first arrow catches her on her shoulder. With a 12, having now caught on, she moves quickly enough that Jiuqing's second arrow does not pierce her heart. But, it still embeds itself on her side as she runs to Clarte's side, to cut them free of the webs if possible.]
Shit...! [The pain is awful, but she's had worse. (When?) With Clarte's attention on Itsuki, "Frank" keeps her eyes trained on Jiuqing.] What's wrong with them?!
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what they came here for - it's to purge the filth.
it doesn't dawn on her that perhaps she's the filth that must be purged, here. frank and clarte are moving around - as much as they can with itsuki's webs, anyway - and that's infuriating. she fires another arrow at frank, but with a roll of 3 it doesn't hit - she's a bit to slow, and as her foe rushes to clarte's side, the arrow lodges itself in the ground where she was standing.
but having to cut them free of the webs will leave them occupied, and she refocuses her aim, swooping around to fire a shot at frank's back with a roll of 14.]
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But that's neither here or there, the most important thing is that Clarte and Frank both have to be eliminated. The rain falls steadily, Itsuki the fox hates the rain, but he's still morphing -- changing further, his eyes are turning black, he has three tails and eight legs to use. he's choosing his own fursona, now he's a spiderfox.
he scuttles closer, lashing out with a serrated leg with a fcking roll of 2 towards Frank, aiming to keep her away from Clarte's side, but it puts him closer in her range now too. He's still grounded, Jiuqing at least gets to fly]
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O Narukami, O Watatsumi, forgive us. Please protect the people with me, and send these blessings to those who await our return. Give us the strength to hold our heads high and achieve our duty. I pray that these roots be cleansed so thatthepeopleofInazumamayliveinpeaceandhappinessmaylightshineuponeveryone.
[as if it'll help at this point, but they have to make the attempt, desperate as they are.
... but they know what this is. it's as itsuki predicted—it ends in killing one another. and a question, one asked by another once, echoes in their mind: would you kill others here to save yourself?
their answer had been clear, then. but faced with the possibility now, they know there are other factors to consider that make it less simple. they don't fear for their own life, but...
well, first things first. they have to try what they can.]
See if you can knock them out. If you can't, or if that doesn't help, then... get away from here—to somewhere safe.
[she can leave it to them, if need be, though they don't say so in so many words. getting people to let them do things on their own generally isn't that simple.
and then, as itsuki gets closer—well, sorry, itsuki. clarte doesn't enjoy this, but with a swing of 15 of their club, they aim for the serrated leg.]
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And just like that—
The dice grace us with a 20, and Nogiku remembers who she is and exactly what is happening here.]
... Get away from here? [Quietly. She, at least, makes quick work of the web after having rolled a 15. And as she cuts through them with her sword, her voice grows louder. Less of a whisper, more of a growl. Her expression twists in anger, furious, almost inhuman.] The hell I will. Even if they hate us... Even if we come to regret this... And even if it means we won't make it back in one piece, I won't run away like a bitch with her tail between her legs!
[A 19 trumps Jiuqing's 14. Sad. Nogiku pulls back quickly enough that the arrow only graces her arm. Another 19, and she darts forward. She infuses her sword with a burst of scarlet and takes a swing at Itsuki's other legs. Of course, it's with the flat of her katana. She's not looking to dismember him... Probably.]
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with a roll of 6, jiuqing continues to be caught in the delusion that she is this unholy tengu-kitsune monster who has always lived in inazuma, so she doesn't hesitate, bitch. she fires another shot at nogiku.
but maybe she should have hesitated, because another roll of 6 means her arrow strikes the ground where nogiku had been before she'd darted forward. she stows her bow and then swoops down with a growl, reaching down to grapple - with a roll of 18.
...and then beats her wings, hard, to try and grip nogiku-- err, frank-- with the intention of lifting her up into the air and dropping her off the side of the fucking mountain. this one's a 13, though.]
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as for the attacks, a 15 is great, except when Clarte and Nogiku combo aim for your legs with EQUAL AND HIGHER ROLLS!! he lands hard, if he can't lash out with his legs then he'll use his mouth, reaching in to try and take a bite out of Nogiku with a 6,]
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they have their resolve, but still, they wouldn't forgive themself if they didn't at least try—well, the admittedly rather naive and stupid option, but hey, the pacifist route worked before. so they throw their club at jiuqing but this is the one time the dice truly hates them so it's a fuckin 1. the good (?) part is that this was the less important action. the reason they discarded their weapon?
so that both hands are free as they reach to hug itsuki. yeah!! (this means you're on your own to deal with jiuqing, sorry nogiku.)
this is, like. both meant to be soft but also now apparently to try and stop itsuki from voring nogiku. i rolled a 19 for hug whatever this means]
Itsuki, please. [pleading.] Stand down.
[I don't want to have to kill you.
because clarte would not kill any of them here to save themself, but they would to protect nogiku—and because for itsuki, who hates to hurt others even with his words, they don't want to force him to bear the burden instead.]
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