"stop scaring the pokemon away you ug--" ... **walks away from the computer** **sounds of a knife being sharpened** you guys hear that? THATS THE SOUND OF ME SHARPENING UP A KNIFE. IM ABOUT TO STAB THIS BITCH IN HIS FATASS NECK BECAUSE HE GOTTA TALK SHIT TO ME WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO THIS MAN. I DIDN'T SCARE AWAY ANY WILD POKEMON IT WAS YOUR FATASS UGLY FACE, BITCH! I'M ABOUT TO. OO! HOO.
At first, heâs really worried! Heâd do pretty much anything to keep Hotaru safe, so if it werenât for the sudden screeching halt that the thing rushing towards the oodachi then Imaâs feet may have well carried him directly into the line of danger! With the intention of pushing the other out of the way, of course. He is a mamorigatana after all! As it is after a few steps and the stop, he makes a jump the rest of the distance instead. Landing lightly just on top of the hood of this thing to address Hotaru, it doesnât seem to be alive because it doesnât protest, but the people inside of it sure do! They sound upset with him. Did he do something wrong? He doesnât know.
âDo you think so? Hmm, whatever this is, it seems to be bringing them somewhere.â His eyes are bright and curious as he speaks, and he looks back inside of the front window. A friendly wave is given in the direction of the two passengers, but upon doing so, the look on their faces totally changes! Ima isnât sure whatâs happened, but it seems like theyâve just noticed that these two children have a real live sword and a real live dagger on them. Plus, one is standing entirely unintimidated on top of the hood of their car!! Thatâs right, itâs fear at the wide-eyed kids. Fear because these citizens know what happens to NPCs who live in Iunctum and get involved in threads. Theyâre already bursting out their passenger doors and running. How convenient!
Of course this isnât what Ima had intended, and his brows drow together in a slightly troubled expression at the sight. âAah, look, they ran away. I guess theyâre free?â Crouching down, the tantou peers through the front window with curiosity. What inside this thing, anyway? Comfy looking seats, a couple sweaters, and it sounds like some music too coming from the still open doors. But⊠even though it still hums, it isnât moving anymore. Is it sick?
âIt looks comfy in there. I wonder why they left it behind, huh?â
If it came down to it, Hotarumaruâs reason of existence is to protect and he would unsheathe his sword in order to cut the thing right down the middle. Itâs new to him, this and everything else but he has no clue what type of threat that it could be. As the people inside avoid such a crisis by escaping and running off, maybe theyâve became saviors? The thought brings a smile to Hotarumaruâs features but itâs quickly gone as heâs curious, looking at Imanotsurugi and back to whatâs before them.
âStay up there and Iâll check inside of it.. through itâs mouth.â Pointing towards the door, he slowly makes his way, the smaller sword staying alert and leaning as he hides behind the jaw (door) and peers inside. Itâs the same stuff he saw through itâs eye (window) that the other had been looking through not too long ago. Sounds coming from out itâs mouth and he has no idea what it means, maybe itâs speaking to him?
   âȘ æ(ăă)ăŁăŠæłŁăăăźă       ăă°ăăȘăă§ăç§ăźHeaven       ć°ăăăŠćă㊠      ăăȘăăžăźHeartBeat       ç±ăç±ăăă ăăăăă!
He blinks just a bit, where is that voice coming from? Getting onto the seats, touching them and not feeling anything wet like a tongue. He finds this creatures to be really weird? Is this a cry for help or are they happy? Looking both left and right, peering in the back seats that have nothing but carious articles of clothing and shoes, magazines and the like, it doesnât interest him at all. Getting in the driverâs seat now, he sits down on his knees, leaning forward and gently knocking on the eye (window) it hopes that the creature isnât alarmed.
He wants to grasp Imanotsurugiâs attention is all. âIt doesnât seem to react badly? Itâs comfy like you said but what is it?â Leaning to hard since he is a small sword compared to the actually length, his chest presses against the horn of the car and a loud blaring noise startles the oodachi to fall in the space on the floor where the pedals are located. Itâs a loud thump but his sword proves this to be a problem as heâs slightly stuck.. because of himself.
Not wanting to touch anything, he closes his eyes, hands raised as he hopes he can get some type of help around here. âPlease help.. I didnât mean for this to happen.â












