[This is the part where Monts distinctly realizes that things had been going too well and that she had let her guard down. She had let herself enjoy getting used to a new world, despite the circumstances, and found the good
But it's gotten ugly real fast. If it wasn't the steam that blindsided her, it was the shots that are fired and the fighting that has broken out. She's caught unaware (it's always, ALWAYS like that) and in the confusion and trying to find the safest place to duck into, she's shoved, and falls.
Shit.
Her heart and brain are racing a thousand beats per second.
Get up.
Using both hands she pushes herself up swiftly. If she lingers any longer the danger of being trampled or even worse, rounded up and interrogated for something she had nothing to do with is real.
She's able to stand, but then she stumbles. It takes her precious seconds to realize that she's trying to run with a limp. As youkai roar around her, she drags herself to the side of the road and reaches down to touch the numbest area that refuses to react. Her ankle is swollen; a sprain?
And it's not healing up.]
Goddammit...!
[Before Monts can plan and navigate a path of escape, some oni (Shuten most likely) point at her, teeth bared, and eyes on fire, looking for a fight.]
Oi! You're a Tamamo bitch aint'cha? Trying to sneak away like the rats you are after ruining the festival HUH?!
[She does NOT have time for this and instead of answering them, she ignores her injury and slips into a narrow alleyway, using the wall as her support.
Well. She's had worse nights, but this one is climbing up there.]
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But it's gotten ugly real fast. If it wasn't the steam that blindsided her, it was the shots that are fired and the fighting that has broken out. She's caught unaware (it's always, ALWAYS like that) and in the confusion and trying to find the safest place to duck into, she's shoved, and falls.
Shit.
Her heart and brain are racing a thousand beats per second.
Get up.
Using both hands she pushes herself up swiftly. If she lingers any longer the danger of being trampled or even worse, rounded up and interrogated for something she had nothing to do with is real.
She's able to stand, but then she stumbles. It takes her precious seconds to realize that she's trying to run with a limp. As youkai roar around her, she drags herself to the side of the road and reaches down to touch the numbest area that refuses to react. Her ankle is swollen; a sprain?
And it's not healing up.]
Goddammit...!
[Before Monts can plan and navigate a path of escape, some oni (Shuten most likely) point at her, teeth bared, and eyes on fire, looking for a fight.]
Oi! You're a Tamamo bitch aint'cha? Trying to sneak away like the rats you are after ruining the festival HUH?!
[She does NOT have time for this and instead of answering them, she ignores her injury and slips into a narrow alleyway, using the wall as her support.
Well. She's had worse nights, but this one is climbing up there.]