Intensity · Open
The wind brushing against his lightly freckled cheeks is what stirred Sharpshooter to life; he nearly jumped at the sensation of marble against his finger tips and the smell of the outdoors wafting in his nose. But being too careless, he nearly tripped over himself- managing to drop his glasses at his feet- and he took a moment to get adjusted before reaching down to retrieve them and place them in their rightful home on the bridge of his nose. At that point, he was able to get a good look at the place, turning around full 360 in awe; what surrounded him looked like a picture straight out of fantasy novel, and he blinked a few times as if doing so would bring him back to reality.
His attempts were in vain. This was, in fact, actuality, even if he had no recollection of how he got here in the first place. He looked down at his feet, only to realise, thankfully, he wasn’t alone, but rather surrounded by seventeen other people, all of whom he had no remembrance. People from all walks of life it seemed, clad in attire even he himself did not understand. That was a feat, and despite how he wasn’t really… an “irl-people-person”, as he claimed, this didn’t bother him. What did was the fact that gaps of his memory had seemingly been taken from him, leaving nothing in their place. In fact, all he could remember was being at home, conducting some game walk-through to be posted on the internet. Everything else felt blank and barren.
This reasonably worried him. Nervously, he fidgeted a bit as he tried to wake a person from their slumber. At first, he merely nudged them with his foot, jumping back at the mere idea of them being enraged at his boldness, but when there came no answer, he squatted at their side- keeping enough distance for his own safety and theirs, before shouting as loud as his constant practice during streams could manage.
“HEY, YOU. WAKE UP, KK? WE GOTTA TALK. I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM. DO YOU? HEY! ANSWER!”
It was fairly obvious given his tone that he wasn’t a patient sort of person. His focus shifted to a rock on the ground, and he took it within his fingers, playing with it absent-mindedly whilst waiting for someone- anyone- to awaken from their slumber. This was going to be a wild ride, he could already feel it.
He just wants to sleep a little longer.
Yahiro had stirred a bit before, and opened his eyes... only to find he knew... nothing about how he got there, and who these other people were. So, he did the logical thing! Roll over and hope to fall back asleep! He didn’t remember going to a party, so that ruled out having a hangover. He buried his face into the ground and started to get comfortable again. Maybe if he just... slept it off, it would go away.
But he couldn’t get comfortable. Around him, people were stirring. Man. This was annoying. Couldn’t they have at least kidnapped him with some ear plugs. He wants to cover his ears with his hands, but that would involve... moving. Ahh. What a pain.
Yahiro’s about to sit up to face the music again, when someone screams at him. He jolts upright, looking incredibly concerned.
“AAAAAA-.”
He screams right back at the person.
“NO screaming. I’m awake! No screaming necessary! Please. No more.”
He squints. Who is this person.
“Listen, I have no clue where we are, so I’m just gonna go back to sleep and hopefully when I wake up, help’ll be here.”
He thwomps his face back onto the ground and doesn’t move. Classic.
