@placides / starter call.
💛 💜 ❤️ || how ANNOYING, the alternate satori thinks, mood soured by this whole affair. she was not once COERCED into cooperating, but just because she chose to help did not mean that she had to like it. there's so much writing for her to tend to, and while she's undoubtedly thrilled that this is a prime OPPORTUNITY for material on her next bestseller, she can't very well take notes and aid in the fight at the SAME time.
notebook falls in a narrow crevasse created by the remains of a recent attack. scoured stones making her footsteps UNEVEN and clunky. satori mumbles, a hiss exhaled between her lips. she crouches down, floundering at the gap, but no matter how far she stretches, she cannot grab the fallen object without putting down her gun. and THAT thing, however troublesome it may be, is just as IMPORTANT.
DESPERATE eyes single out a nearby teenager followed by a wave of the hand. she points downwards at the gap by her feet. eyes trailing on the enemy stragglers in the distance. ❝i cannot leave without my notebook. can you GRAB it? i'll fight them off.❞
she is probably being too SELFISH, but there's only a few cpns out there. surely, it can't get WORSE. right?