[as if to make a joke out of him, another brief memory flashes through them:
An enormous demon with three arms sprouting from its back, each armed with a giant sickle, looms over you. It wipes the saliva leaking from its Glasgow smile as it says, "First, I'll use this sickle to gouge out your eyeballs. Then I'll dig out your tongue. Afterwards . . . "
You're so afraid that you can no longer take it. The sound of a thread snapping echoes in your head, heralding the darkness that quickly claims you as you fall unconscious.
You then wake with a cry at the sound of something hitting the ground. Looking around your surroundings, you notice three things: the sword you hid behind your back is now in your hand; the white kimono you've disguised yourself in is covered in blood; and the demon's head lies next to your feet.
Releasing a shrill scream so loud as to create a tremor in the mountainous forest, you leap away. Your foot catches the demon's head and it rolls across the ground, flicking blood from its open wound.
Beside yourself with fear, you wail, "No! What's this? What's this? What's this? Why is it suddenly dead? I hate this! I've had enough!"
[Zenitsu, who has no issues with understanding his warped perception of that night's events, has yet to come down from the fearful high of a demon encounter.]
What do you mean, what?
That was a demon—specifically, a demon with a taste for young beauties! If you'd been there, it would've eaten you on the spot!
I would've at least tried to kill it, give me credit.
[she says that but also
she's admittedly never encountered a monster like that before. huh. it doesn't scare her so much as it does startle her, seeing something so wretched and distinctly inhuman.]
[okay. she would've tried to kill it, only for it to come back to life and eat her, making a widower out of ookurikara. there.]
What else? Demons can only be slain by sunlight or a nichirin blade. Since it was decapitated, Gramps must've taken care of it while I was unconscious.
That demon was going to eat a girl if I didn't do anything, so I promised to take care of it for her . . . Gramps must've caught up to me, because he scolded me afterward.
[that makes two of them, because he doesn't believe it, either.]
I don't know how that got there, but you saw what happened. Even if I managed to draw the sword before passing out, there's no way I could've slain that demon.
Never mind that. The point is, demons are seriously scary. They'll drink your brain juice while you're alive, because they think it's delicious. You don't want to run into one!
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she is going to go get a napkin idk i'm assuming they're in the mess hall did we set a location i don't think so.]
... you're kind of a crybaby, but it seems like you're meant for battle after all.
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Don't say that! Even if we manage to get out of here, I'm gonna die on my next job. Demons are really scary, you know!
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[first off.]
Even if demons are scary, you've been training for this - or something, right?
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It was for a year . . . But I've been surviving on luck this whole time, and that's bound to run out sooner than later.
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... are you sure it's luck?
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[as if to make a joke out of him, another brief memory flashes through them:
An enormous demon with three arms sprouting from its back, each armed with a giant sickle, looms over you. It wipes the saliva leaking from its Glasgow smile as it says, "First, I'll use this sickle to gouge out your eyeballs. Then I'll dig out your tongue. Afterwards . . . "
You're so afraid that you can no longer take it. The sound of a thread snapping echoes in your head, heralding the darkness that quickly claims you as you fall unconscious.
You then wake with a cry at the sound of something hitting the ground. Looking around your surroundings, you notice three things: the sword you hid behind your back is now in your hand; the white kimono you've disguised yourself in is covered in blood; and the demon's head lies next to your feet.
Releasing a shrill scream so loud as to create a tremor in the mountainous forest, you leap away. Your foot catches the demon's head and it rolls across the ground, flicking blood from its open wound.
Beside yourself with fear, you wail, "No! What's this? What's this? What's this? Why is it suddenly dead? I hate this! I've had enough!"
zenitsu gasps loudly.]
See!
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wh.
wh?
she blinks in surprised as she comes back, trying very hard to understand uhhh anything. anything at all.
she offers a very intelligent:]
... what?
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What do you mean, what?
That was a demon—specifically, a demon with a taste for young beauties! If you'd been there, it would've eaten you on the spot!
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[she says that but also
she's admittedly never encountered a monster like that before. huh. it doesn't scare her so much as it does startle her, seeing something so wretched and distinctly inhuman.]
... but didn't you -
What even happened to it?
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What else? Demons can only be slain by sunlight or a nichirin blade. Since it was decapitated, Gramps must've taken care of it while I was unconscious.
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Gramps....?
But I didn't see anyone else there...
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You saw him earlier. He's my master.
That demon was going to eat a girl if I didn't do anything, so I promised to take care of it for her . . . Gramps must've caught up to me, because he scolded me afterward.
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No, that doesn't make sense.
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[ . . .
but like
looking at zenitsu makes it hard for her to believe. it's obvious on her face.]
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I don't know how that got there, but you saw what happened. Even if I managed to draw the sword before passing out, there's no way I could've slain that demon.
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[his explanation doesn't make sense either?
hello?]
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Never mind that. The point is, demons are seriously scary. They'll drink your brain juice while you're alive, because they think it's delicious. You don't want to run into one!
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If I had nothing else to do.
[lili always has something else to do]
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You want me to visit?
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[assuming he's still alive by then.]