| meanings in a name |

No matter how dark the world’s inside me I’ll never stop to show the tears that I’ve shed | Natsume Takashi -- RM 3Z | | Partner: Rohroh |

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|| | ❧ | Breathes, I'm finally back home from my trip out of town!! I'm tired as all hell tonight, but I'll definitely get to threads later tomorrow! | ||

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|| | ❧ | ..... did someone mistake Madara for him yet again. Sigh, they might as well be considered twins at this point. | ||

[seihanndas]

An attempt to make Natsume wear a Christmas sweater. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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|| | ❧ Can't believe I killed off Natsume Takashi.

On a whole different note, yet another thread tracker. I'll continue event threads if wanted, but I will finally be getting to those starters that were written up for me, many apologies for being late. I'm not dropping any threads, but if you want me to then give the word.

Replies I owe.

Aichi

Momoi

Onii-chan (Sensei)

Asshole (Taisou)

Manaka

Yuyuka

Grandmother

Koishi

Sensei, again

Event threads, though, just give me a holler if you wanna continue \o | ||

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not a winged youkai | revival

|| | ❧ | If one were to ask if the young, sandy haired boy believed in gods, he would say yes of course, albeit reluctantly. If they were to ask if he believed in such a thing as the heavens, the hells, or even purgatory at that, then perhaps he'd be a bit thoughtful on the topic. Natsume Takashi believes the sights his eyes have laid upon, the gods as well as the ayakashi. Never had the thought of the afterlife crossed his mind.

Dying was a strange feeling. How he died, undoubtedly painful, but dying itself was not. It was like falling asleep, welcoming, yet utterly cold. It wasn't like the cold of winter, the chill prickling on bare skin, but more numbing. If anything, the boy with light hair simply woke up and found himself dead. He wandered for a bit, eyes watchful over the people that didn't seem to see him. Was this how a youkai felt?

His eyes flickered to the sight of a young woman, a bloodied knife in hand as she stood above a fallen figure, pale and with a lacking of movement, a p. Natsume's eyes widened, letting out a blood curdling scream that could be heard by none.

The next time his eyes opened up, he was laying in bed not his own with its sheets as white as the blanket of snow outside. There was a bit of a difficulty trying to keep them open, but he managed somehow. A mark on his wrist indicated a new partner assigned: ah, he must apologize for whatever event had occurred.

What was it again? He couldn't remember, his mind was a blank.

There was a trace of pain, yet no actual feeling, in his right side. He let out a cough, half-expecting blood to spill out but strangely enough there was none. What was even more strange was why he had expected blood. His frail arms made an attempt to hoist himself up, so that he could sit properly and see a sight other than the ceiling above.

Tired eyes made it's way to the door, widening at the figure that had appeared.

[despairingshadow]

victim #2 || @natsume

▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 ✖ Blood stains her hands— blood upon blood upon blood, innocent, guilty, allies, enemies, bystanders. She doesn’t ask questions; she doesn’t resist orders; she follows through to the end, completion, because that’s all she’s good for (if she could call herself “good”). 

✖   The accidental death of one before elicits no emotion but disappointment, because she can see her failings, her sloppiness. There was no despair in the eyes of her victim, and there was no one to revel in the death. Now that she’s confirmed the area (or facility, rather) is not enemy territory, she releases her careful stalking of the halls and treads with more confidence. A few third parties turn their head when they see her, fear in their eyes when their eyes lock with the dried blood. She senses no violent intentions from them, so she lets them walk on, faster than before.

✖   She has no destination, no orders, so she wanders. Her legs lead her outside into frigid air and she shivers. The short sleeves of her shirt and short length of her skirt exposes far too much skin during this season. More people, however, seem to gravitate outside, near the buildings, because she feels more eyes boring into her with different levels of intensity. 

✖   Her interest is not directed anywhere particular, but she walks towards one building. All the while, she feels a presence approaching behind her, though she can’t sense hostile intent. Her guard rises again— she doesn’t know the caliber of skill of the residents here, so the lack of hostility may be a sign of peace or a sign of a true soldier. Before she opens the door to a new building, she ceases her movement, causing the person behind her to stop as well, and strikes. 

✖   Her knife is pulled out of the sheath under her shirt, and she moves to pin down her victim in the same moment. Her technique is slightly sloppier, leaving more room for struggling, because of the coldness of the air affecting her stance. In another moment, the knife is plunged into the right side of her victim’s chest, away from the heart, but still striking through a lung.

✖   With blank eyes, she pulls out the weapon and watches as blood gushes from the wound. The damage isn’t enough to cause instant death, but bleeding out is certainly possible (and she’ll make sure of it). 

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|| | ❧ | The air was crisp, as expected of the winter weather. Now that the little game of Capture the Flag was over, the young blond had now prepped himself better for the chill, a scarf hastily wrapped around his thin neck, jacket worn underneath. It may not have been much, but it was the best that he had.

A simple walk outside was his reasoning as to leaving the building, the boy normally found in his room or within the interior of the library. There was not a single snowflake falling, nor had there been any indication of a possibility, with the lacking of clouds in the sky and all. It was completely perfect time to take a walk, despite the cold.

He sighed, pulling the scarf over his pale lips, gaze directing to the clear blue sky before looking down once more. Usually he'd go on walks with his bodyguard, rather, his pet cat, back at home. If possible, he'd love to take walks with Sensei once again, but at the moment he was currently preoccupied and off running about somewhere. Ah, same old Nyanko-sensei.

It was time, Natsume had decided, to go back inside. Time to free himself from the chill and enter the warmth of the rooms. Or perhaps grab something to drink real quick. He wasn't sure of the contents of the kitchen, but hopefully there should be packets of hot chocolate mix. Maybe he'll make a cup, and perhaps another for the ayakashi guardian he assumed to be in the kitchen yet again, once he made his way there.

The softest of smiles was drawn on his face, eyes shut in reminiscence as he took a few steps. Of course, he opened them up once more, didn't want him falling down or bumping into someone or whatever. Though, taking a moment to pause, another in front of him had stopped as well. A face unfamiliar to him, well most were but at least he's caught a glimpse of them from time to time. This new person seemed to new, perhaps lost?

Before he can approach the other with an ever so warm tone of voice, and an offer to help if needed, she had acted. | ||

"L ... let go!!"

|| | Instinct took over as he struggled helplessly, as though he were a child struggling to free himself from the grasp of a youkai. The situation couldn't be too different from many he's dragged himself into. The boy tried to kick this stranger away, but this wasn't a youkai, she wasn't a youkai. She was human and he was powerless. The next sensation he could register was a sharp pain in his right side. The first emotion to appear was confusion. Why, how come it hurts? 

Pain. It hurts.

It hurts it hurts it hurts.

Oh god, it hurts so much.

He sputtered a bit, a slight taste of iron, something utterly metallic, on his lips. His left hand raised on its own, landing on the source of the pain, of this aching aching pain. It hurt far too much for him that Natsume couldn't bear to think of anything else other than this feeling. Something thick, something of a deep red, was seeping through his clothes, hands stained with blood, his blood.

Why? 

Golden optics, wide and filled with confusion rather than fear, made its way to the other's gaze. He wanted to call out, to shout, to ask questions, to wonder why. Even so, only the gasping for air managed to escape his mouth, not a word able to be formed.

Natsume seems to have become caught up in something troublesome once again. He'll have to apologize to Sensei later. | ||

[inkerdot]

× time forever, hand in h a n d

[nyankishi]

An abrupt rustling of leaves, a bloody howl, and sounds of what could’ve been a fight were heard amidst the howling of the winter wind and the whispers within the forest. Madara scowled as he kicked his perpetrator with monstrous strength, sending it flying a few metres away from him. With a strangled cry, the beast stumbled away from the youkai, and Madara could only scoff as he kicked his shoe, the one that had hit the experiment, against the snow, as if in an attempt to clean it. These disgusting, cursed beings were nothing but a bother to Madara, and obstacles that wouldn’t stop getting in his way. So far, despite their constant sneak attacks on him, they posed no threat to him. Even with a human’s (Natsume’s) appearance, his strength had never diminished, and it had proven to be of great help to the youkai.

Now, if only his senses, specifically his sense of smell, weren’t dulled because of this ridiculous weather, then finding Natsume and leaving this shithole of a forest would’ve been easy.

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Perhaps it would of been a little humorous had you been watching the scene from the outside. Looking in on the pair whom found themselves hidden between the frostbitten branches, it might of been a bit amusing to see them spout apologies to one another in an attempt to remove the blame of the inconvenience. Especially considering the two of them were covered in sweat from their recent sprint, soiled clothes clinging to their bodies as some snow from the nearby branches fell to the ground whenever they made slight movements.

Maybe it was something that she’d be able to look back and laugh on in the future, but for now she was much too preoccupied with trying to situate herself.

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|| | ❧ | Falling was an experience that Natsume had grown accustomed to throughout his years, considering the variety of hazardous circumstances he had found himself in, the current added onto his endless list as well. By all means this wasn't the first time he had made such a reckless action. 

The item that he had risked putting himself in danger for, the seer now within grasp of any monster that happens to pass by looking for a meal, held more worth than what appearances seem to show. Written in a script known only to the ayakashi, anyone that may have glanced at the contents inside would find nothing but nonsense. Natsume himself didn't have the ability to read the names penned down, yet the importance that it bears is superlative. As his grandmother's precious item, one that holds the lives of many, he felt his entitlement to protect it. No matter the cost.

He took one final glance at the girl left behind, figure more smaller as the distance between the two grew, before closing his eyes shut and bracing for impact. The numbing sensation as his back came into collision with the cold winter ground rushed through his physique, letting out a sudden gasp as he struggled for air for a brief moment. Any activity from the boy was little to none, his plummet down taking quite a toll on his scrawny self.

Movement from the corner of his eyes brought him to full attention, yet no effort to conceal his presence or move at all was made. It didn't take long for a familiar head of sandy hair and a piercing golden gaze to enter his line of sight. The faintest of chuckles, as unamused as the expression on the newcomer's face, could barely be heard. | ||

"Haha. Very funny, Sensei."

|| | He added in his own twist of sarcasm into his tone, giving the carbon copy figure above him an incredulous look. After an abrupt moment moment of running and climbing and the usual, his look-alike wasn't the only one that was overcome with a wave of weariness. The fall didn't help ease his fatigued state at all.

His focus switched from that of his so-called Sensei to the splotch of orange seen stumbling down, though thankfully not as far as he had. It didn't take long for panic to settle in upon realization that the young petite was making her way towards him. Towards them actually. 

Sensei mustn't change into his real form, or even into his cat form, while the two were in the company of the violet-eyed girl. Afterwards, he could, but as of now, he shouldn't. The thought of some 'shape shifting cat' didn't seem too strange in comparison to some more peculiar residents of the facility, Natsume would prefer little attention being drawn to him. The fact that the self-proclaimed bodyguard takes use of the boy's form to wander about in brought him enough trouble.

Perhaps it was simply his habit of keeping secrets, as he had been back at home, that urged him into wanting the youkai's identity to be hidden for as long as possible. It was debatable whether the reasonings, preventing others from becoming involved with the many spirits that he seems to attract, could be the same for the current circumstances. However, the blond wouldn't wish for anyone of no connection to find themselves stumbling into this hidden world of his, unveiled with the sight passed down from his grandmother. No, he wouldn't wish such a world onto a normal person, especially this young miss who had barely escaped the grasp of death. | ||

"Y.. yes! This is my older brother... Madara..."

|| | He could feel his face flush a shade of red as the words escaped his lips. Of course, if he were to introduce his sensei as his sibling, he couldn't use a ridiculous pseudonym such as the name he had given the cat. Hopefully Nyanko-sensei wouldn't mind playing the part of his older twin brother for a while. Just for a little while. For the rumors that have spread around, about a character with the same face as his running about, causing trouble or God knows what, this was the only viable, and completely normal and realistic, excuse that he could give.

An embarrassing excuse, at that.

Natsume gave the girl, as confused as she seemed to be, a sheepish smile, hoping that his words could be believed. There was a slight twitch of the eye as he felt a twinge of pain, yet not too serious, from his back. Although the length from the pair's initial hiding place to the ground was not too grand, it didn't change the fact that landing on his back was bound to hurt quite a bit. As much as he could, the boy tried to hide his slight grimace.

It was then that a distant screech, followed by the distorted roar of one of those frightening creatures, clearly rang through the forest. The seer flinched, his shoulders tensing up in reminder of the situation that the two, now three, were currently living through. He gave the slitted-eyed bodyguard a look, as if his own golden eyes were asking the ayakashi for some assistance to make their way back to the facility alive. And hopefully, have the young woman's injuries quickly tended to with proper bandages. | ||

[glorygulbi]

[inkerdot]

× time forever, hand in h a n d

[inkerdot]

A quiet lull suddenly overwhelmed the entire sea of trees, enveloping the two of them in its stead. The only thing that sounded in the forest for a short time seemed to be their strained breathing. Once in a while, the rush of winter wind rattled through the trees and a drop of snow or a collection of twigs hit the ground below. The creak of their combined weight above the branches echoed off of the wood when they shifted slightly, bouncing back and forth between one another before it trailed off into the distance along with the many howls and screams that were beginning to seem more and more muffled. 

After a few moments, Chiyo let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes in a forced attempt to relax. She felt the heavy weight of fatigue suddenly fall over her, the realization that she’d been on the run for the past few hours sinking in and pulling her down. She’d never been exceptionally fit, though she was lithe in her own regard. Doing something as exhausting as running full speed through the forest and then almost being mauled to death by a monster certainly wasn’t something her body would of been accustomed to.

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|| | ❧ | Worry was written all over the pale face of his, brows furrowing at the words of the young girl. Disregarding her own injuries, only to focus on his if any. The familiarity of her intent was uncanny. In a spout of realization, he had understood that he himself was such a person as well: the wellbeing of others put first before their own. Although, perhaps he was simply over thinking the meaning behind her spoken phrases.

Perhaps he had simply begun to over think everything.

Eyes softened as they focused on the dainty ginger, a distinct look of concern embedded within those golden hues of his. Even with the words of reassurance deriving from the girl beside him, he couldn't help but worry for her wellbeing, since willingly letting himself become involved in the situation. It was his choice in the end, after all. | ||

"Please don't apologize. I only did what I could, and I didn't want to just leave you there alone."

|| | He could feel a tinge of his younger self surfacing: whenever he believes that he couldn't leave someone alone, the boy simply acts on impulse. Whether it be arrogance or a feeling entirely different, there was no disagreement on the fact that he had done what he had done. Maybe he had begun to search for trouble once again, pushing the blame onto the manmade experiments as he had to youkai. Though maybe, just maybe, her certainly was acting with what most refer to as 'kindness'. To become a kinder person, huh? 

A sudden, yet much more subtle, gust of wind drifted by. Almost like a breath of fresh air had graced the two with it's presence. Nonetheless, each whiff of winter never failed to send a shudder within him. It was rather cold, the blond had now decided to realize, and a slight frost can be felt nipping at his skin through the paper-thin shirt of his. Natsume let out a softened sigh, the air chilled enough that his own breath could be seen in such weather.

The young seer could only watch as she, her name still unknown though not surprisingly due to the lacking of casual down-time for introductions, dabbled at the wounds. Though his perception and uncanny eye for details weren't as good as his close friend Tanuma, he hadn't failed to notice that the slender legs of the girl's were already adorned with scratches upon freeing her. While he wasn't as well-spoken as Tanuma, or perhaps he was the more eloquent of the two but failed to show it in front of humans, letting her continue without any words from him he simply couldn't let by. | ||

"I'm just fine. There's no need to tear apart your jacket for me!"

|| | Her worry for his nonexistent injuries, along with offers to ruin such a nice jacket all for a bandage, they truly were the actions of someone benevolent. To bring upon such care and concern for a complete stranger, even if he had done the same not so long ago, brought a warm sensation to his chest. The frigid climate around the two of them didn't seem to bother him as much. | ||

"What we should be focused on is you..!" 

|| | A blink as both hands reached into his pockets in search of a particular item. | ||

"I may have something to clean up your cuts!"

|| | A handkerchief, a napkin, anything! He should have something of the sorts, since not too long before this so-called game had started did the boy spend a few moments with his Sensei, chewing on food and making a mess as ever. Natsume had grabbed a couple of napkins, cloth in fact, for the off chance that his self-proclaimed bodyguard made yet another mess.

When his hand finally felt the soft touch of a napkin, he grabbed ahold of it and pulled it out, a certain book sliding from his pockets in the process. Auriferous optics widened as the Book fell; he must have gotten careless. The hand that held the napkin quickly placed the sliver of cloth onto the girl's lap. There was no reluctance in his movement as an arm extended towards the falling book, fingers barely brushing upon the hardcover. 

In the process of attempting to grab at a hand-made notebook of sorts, one that shouldn't hold any value though apparently did in the eyes of the beholder known as Natsume Takashi, he fell. Gravity could be felt dragging him down, his fall even faster than what he thought of it to be.  

He landed on his back with a thump, arms clinging tightly around the inherited book filled with nothing but scribbles. | ||

[interiusincendium]

                     Having a soft { h e a r t } in a cruel world is                                                      C o u r a g e ,                                                                                                                                       not a weakness. 

[glorygulbi]

야상에! 니트에! 워커에! 그냥 내가 좋아하는 조합들로 구상을! 뙇! 

나츠메 전력 60분!

[wasdoingalright]

Small problems {closed|takashi}

     She knew there was something going on, something bigger than her or anyone here, but Sofia had found a new problem to focus on. Caution thrown to the wind, she hurriedly approaches the nearest person she can find. A bold move, considering the alarming amount of blood-stained hands she’d seen around here.

     "Excuse me…" Polite, but urgent, she steps forward with her arms outstretched. What lay in her hands was, wouldn’t you know it, a mouse. Dormant in her palms aside from the rapid breaths, one might have thought it to be sleeping if not for the blood on its leg.

     "She’s hurt, and I can’t find a first aid anywhere…can you help?"

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|| | ❧ | Natsume Takashi had never been popular with children, especially the younger ones. Most often they would tease him for being a string bean, pale as a sheet, and a 'girly-boy' on top of it. You could stay that he takes more damage from human children rather than the youkai he encounters. This brought about a slight avoidance from any youths, if he could.

This time, however, there was no ignoring the petite that had made her way to his unsuspecting self, who had managed to drag himself into yet another reminiscent state. Thinking of a time when one of his biggest problem had been the children that would bully the younger him: throwing rocks, name-calling, and the like.

He was glad that such days were behind him.

The sudden figure of a young girl in his sights brought him back to full attention, gaze focusing on the lump set in her hands. There was a wounded look in his golden orbs as they closely looked upon a mouse. Natsume had heard the girl's words, and had already begun to act. With the lick of his finger and gentle movements, he made an attempt to wipe its blood away. It wasn't the first time he had to tend to a creature's wounds, mind thinking back to the small puffball youkai.

He had noticed the small mouse flinch with the slightest touch, his hand intuitively drawing back. The boy turned his sandy-colored head back to the young girl, a soft smile on his face so to ease the girl's worries. In a way. | ||

"I'm sorry, I did the best I can... there's not much I can do without a first aid kit. Why don't we try looking again together?"

|| | It was a simple idea he had suggested. Of course, they didn't have to necessarily find a a kit. A handkerchief or any of the like to cover up its leg would be of help. In fact, if the mouse's leg were perhaps broken, then maybe the two could make a handmade brace for it. Hopefully it hadn't been injured too much. | ||

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The sudden voice right behind her almost made her jump. However, the snow was far too cold to allow her to move that quickly after sitting down for so long. She looks over towards the direction of the sound, finding a blonde haired man next to the tree she was leaning on. "Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t notice there was someone else." She truly didn’t.

"Are you alright? You seem awfully cold." Not that she herself wasn’t, seeing as though she was wearing nothing but a winter uniform. Not exactly the best getup for a snowy weather.

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|| | ❧ | A soft chuckle escaped his lips, the tilt of a head as his golden gaze made its way towards the other. It wasn't unusual for the boy's lack of presence to leave him unnoticed by many others. He had gotten used to this after a while, so the thought of it hadn't really bothered him. The edge of his lips curled up as he gave the stranger the faintest of smiles. He certainly couldn't have any more worrying for him. | ||

"It's no problem."

"And besides, aren't you cold as well?"

|| | A warm-- despite the chill all over-- and somewhat friendly tone could be sensed in his voice. Perhaps he was simply too tired to be on edge at the moment. The sight of the young woman, and the clothes that she wore, weren't too different than the boy's own situation. Both seemed to have been ill-prepared for the brisk weather ahead of them.  | ||

[xperiimental-archived-deactivat]

「 There are so many feelings

                                                    you can hide

                                                                               with just

     a                                   simple                                       smile.             」

[sedol2]

전력 60분 - 요괴나츠메

[inkerdot]

× time forever, hand in h a n d

[inkerdot]

With every step that the pair took through the darkened terrain, she felt her chest squeeze painfully tight. Her lungs were burning, a similar sensation to what she had endured moments before when she’d been screaming out into the distance. Her body felt exceedingly heavy, almost lifeless, her legs wobbling even with her own attempts and the support of her savior. The cuts she’d sustained from the merciless capture stung endlessly, something sticky, thick and wet sliding down her knees and ankles. She didn’t have to check to know that she was bleeding as a result of the aftermath.

Her slender frame heaving erratically with every movement, trying desperately to suck in air as they made a mad dash through the trees. She hadn’t been sure how long they’d been running — it’d felt like hours from the way her body cried out in protest — but she couldn’t allow herself to give into the fatigue that was steadily weighing down on her. 

The howl in the distance was a reminder that if she were to give up now, there would be no luck the second time.

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|| | ❧ | Once his open palm had felt the touch of a much smaller, even more so delicate than his, there was a lacking in hesitation as slender fingers wrapped around the other's wrist. Pressed for time as it is, the boy made a desperate attempt as he tried to assist his current companion. If one were to list Natsume Takashi's weak points, physical strength, along with weight lifting, would have been listed on top. Even with the girl's slim physique, he still had a bit of a difficult time helping her up. Even so... | ||

"I won't leave you...!"

|| | His voice was firm, actions just the same. With one hand clinging onto the branch beneath his feet to balance himself, the other was struggling to lift the girl to a certain degree. Yet just as his previous words had intended, he was determined on sticking with her until the end. It was against his nature to simply leave her for dead, saving his own skin in the process. He simply couldn't bear himself to do such a thing. Using every ounce of energy that he could muster up,

Just as his arm began to feel the strain of the weight, he gathered what little strength he had left for one last haul, enabling the small figure down bellow to join his side up above. He allowed the girl to sit closest to the trunk, mainly because the wooden column would prove to be a basis of support. Something to lean back on as well. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, shortly before he held his breath, eyeing the creatures pass by.

A shiver spiraled down his back, snarls heard with clear intensity as the twisted game-master's experiments continued their path. The rapid beating of his heart refused to decrease, hands in a slight tremble after what they scarcely avoided. Gradually it began to lessen, both the tremble and the beat, yet he was still very much on edge. That was merely three of a countless number. How many more must they avoid, just to survive?

But for now, they should be okay.

Natsume forced the faintest of smiles onto his face, features soft and slightly more at ease, making light towards the grim bearings he had found himself in. To think that he was the only one frightened over the situation was inconsiderate, his vision landing upon the girl's own violet gaze. She... must have been drained due to their tread through the forest. Especially since the climb up was a tad difficult for those unfamiliar with. | ||

"Sorry for dragging you along so forcefully.

|| | And out goes the apology. The notion was rather sudden too, but in moments that he believes leaving someone alone could prove to be deadly, he simply acted, as he did in many cases before finding himself in this game. Even before arriving at the facility.

He struggled to think of a better escape from the creatures of the dark: they simply couldn't continue climbing trees, it took too much stamina. And to return to the main facility would take a while. Breathless and out of energy, they surely wouldn't be able to outrun the monsters like that. Surely they'd get eaten before even traveling a fraction of the journey. If only his Sensei were nearby, then perhaps he could hitch a ride, bringing the girl along.

Natsume's train of thought cut off with the sight of red, a deep red that smelled faintly of iron. A trace of pain shown on his expression, the scratches made on the girl's uncovered legs visible. Though his person is not his partner, he couldn't help but let his empathy take the better of him. | ||

"Your legs..."

|| | He couldn't find the words to continue with. With their constant running, as well as the ascend up, such injuries must have hurt. Although the blond had a lacking of medical knowledge, it was certain that her wounds did need attending to. | ||