[Did he move a little further into the sun just now? Fukawa is briefly puzzled. There was no other reason for him to shuffle back like that, but the idea is preposterous. Perhaps he's trying to stay windward of her smell.]
An artifact? [Okay so she was way off. She had been certain it was some AI uprising bullshit. Yamada would have known all about it, or Fujisaki. She's only got the gist because like it or not, her work had to exist on shelves next to speculative fiction. Horror of all horrors.] Ugh, so it's basically a lazy plot device. T-touch the magic crystal and an angel will carry you home. Is that it?
[She presses her hands into her face, mushing around the flesh of her cheeks, her nose and brows. Her glasses are momentarily unseated.]
Even c-considering the prospect is giving me a migraine. I can't st-stand a substandard plot. All right, where is this stupid thing? Are they training to f-fight for it? [Now that she's finished wiping at her face, she's free to wrinkle her nose at the hustling hardheads.] You d-don't expect me to sign up, do you? Because I won't do it.
[Standing at 165cm with bones best suited for snapping, Fukawa would make a piss poor soldier even if she were game to enlist. She'd much rather figure out things her own way. The squad could get along fine without her, surely.]
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An artifact? [Okay so she was way off. She had been certain it was some AI uprising bullshit. Yamada would have known all about it, or Fujisaki. She's only got the gist because like it or not, her work had to exist on shelves next to speculative fiction. Horror of all horrors.] Ugh, so it's basically a lazy plot device. T-touch the magic crystal and an angel will carry you home. Is that it?
[She presses her hands into her face, mushing around the flesh of her cheeks, her nose and brows. Her glasses are momentarily unseated.]
Even c-considering the prospect is giving me a migraine. I can't st-stand a substandard plot. All right, where is this stupid thing? Are they training to f-fight for it? [Now that she's finished wiping at her face, she's free to wrinkle her nose at the hustling hardheads.] You d-don't expect me to sign up, do you? Because I won't do it.
[Standing at 165cm with bones best suited for snapping, Fukawa would make a piss poor soldier even if she were game to enlist. She'd much rather figure out things her own way. The squad could get along fine without her, surely.]