log; and then everyone died

[subservience]

[... Jiros is actually not quite sure what to do in this situation. Or about being dead, really. His thoughts are somewhere along the lines of '... well, shit' and 'damn' and 'I guess I'm dead'.

...

Oh, and he's being attacked by frogs. That's kind of important too.

SO YEAH RUNNING LIKE THE WIND and half-looking for someone to partner up with though really how is he supposed to tell who else is dead—]

Comments

[inexistence]

[ jiros, you're no fun-- though part of the fun is that you have no idea what's going on. ]

What a formal guy.

[subservience]

[...]

I apologize if it bothers you.

[inexistence]

Not at all. In fact, I'm having a lot of fun at your expense.

[ /straightest face-- ]

[subservience]

[...

... Opening his mouth!

...

... Closing his mouth!

...

Congrats, Celandine. Even if it wasn't out loud, Jiros just called you something not very nice inside his head.]

[inexistence]

[ as though he can read your mind, he grins. slowly. ]

If it bothers you that much, do say it aloud next time.

[ nope he can't actually read your mind, but-- man, it's kind of written all over your face, jiros. ]

[subservience]

... I believe you are mistaken. I am unaware of... what you are referring to.

[haaaaaaaaaaaate]

[inexistence]

Of course. [ raising his hands up half-way in a gesture of mock surrender! ]

You've no idea at all.

[subservience]

[hnnnnnnnngh—

There's a slight tensing in his shoulders as he forces himself not to react.]

... That is correct.

[1/2]

[inexistence]

[ just a smile, clean. and he'll let the topic sink.

just in time, too. because what's this feeling? ]

[2/2]

[inexistence]

... we're being watched.

[subservience]

... Indeed.

[He glances around, as he gets that same feeling.]

Perhaps there was merit to your theory...

[inexistence]

[ he snorts. dryly-- ] What can I say? I'm just full of accurate theories.

Does it feel hostile to you?

[subservience]

It doesn't feel pleasant, no.

[inexistence]

Then we might be in a whole lot of trouble.

[ as if on cue, there's a large noise materializing to their left-- it's a beaaaarrrrrrrr ]

[subservience]

[... welp he's not sure how he feels about this guy having his back, but.

Withdrawing his daggers!]

... It would seem that way. Get ready.

[On the bright side, he's talking less like a robot right now—]

[inexistence]

[ ... somehow, it would suck a whole lot if the only time you talked like a human being was if they were in danger. but he'll whine about that later. for now, they have something more pressing to attend to. AKA trying very hard not to die. again.

this is celandine's motivated face (protip, it doesn't even remotely resembles motivated). he kind of sticks his hands in his pockets, and slides into position behind jiros. ]

Got a plan? Or is it just stab-and-go from here on out?

[subservience]

[they're screwed.]

I don't have any experience with these kinds of enemies. What about you?

[inexistence]

[ his eyes narrow slightly, before he smiles a bit bitterly. ]

I've had worse.

[subservience]

Then please be of use.

[come on, celandine!!]

AND THEN MONTHS LATER

[inexistence]

Is that really the attitude you should give to someone who's watching your back? [ you go first, jiros. ]

WOW YUN

[subservience]

[blank look]

What's wrong with it?

[no really he doesn't get it]

WOW TO YOU TOO [1/3]

[inexistence]

[ ................................. ] Never mind.

[2/3]

[inexistence]

[ and he gives his scissors an experimental snip, before giving the large, ungainly bear an even look. ]

You go for the left, I'll take the right.

[3/3]

[inexistence]

And if we make it out of this alive, you need a course on social etiquette.

[subservience]

But—

[He's been practicing it all his life!!

But yeah now's not the time for it. He cuts himself off and nods, before starting to move, tightening his grip on his daggers.]