PCs with Makoto

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

[ he sighs, and speaks a little dejectedly ]

Alright, fine.

[justfists]

It must be impressive for some people.

[she will drag him, any time, anywhere]

[swordhandled]

Eh, to be quite honest, most of my compatriots at home find it quite... [ annoying ] troublesome.

[justfists]

I said "some people."

[she can't!! imagine why! owain!]

[swordhandled]

[ YOU WOUND ME DEEPLY ]

Eh-heh, right...

[justfists]

[LOOK YOU KINDA SET YOURSELF UP FOR IT, OWAIN.]

That was a little mean of me. But I'm just teasing you, don't worry.

[swordhandled]

At least it's not the worst I've heard.

[justfists]

Oh, and what was that?

[please, tell her. she's nosy.]

[swordhandled]

Hm, a friend told me that all the other soldiers at camp found my general behavior rather creepy and ridiculous.

[justfists]

And you keep doing it... Why? You're obviously aware it's not that impressive...

[swordhandled]

She later said that my [ deluded ] confidence and [ blind ] faith were some of my greatest strengths. I know the act drives most people mad but it's what helped me a lot growing up. Sometimes, it was one of the best ways to get through the days.

[justfists]

[this sounds sad, and honestly, Makoto looks a little sad hearing it.]

Why would you need to pretend to be so over the top to get through the day...?

[and honestly, it's just good, sad ambiance under the snow covered trees, with the sun setting]

[swordhandled]

[ owain stops walking, pausing right by a tree with low hanging branches. he places a hand on the trunk, looking down at it, considering how to answer this ]

It's... a long and complicated story. The short of it is this: the world I grew up in was one filled with death and destruction. My parents, along with the parents of my friends and family, did what they could to stop what was going on, but they all ultimately failed. It fell to us to finish what they started and we didn't have many options, but we took the best one, to fix our world.

[justfists]

[oh............................ no]

That's awful. [and she feels a little bad for dragging him?] And that's your coping mechanism...

[she feels really bad for him, but also a little grateful that well... it sounds like the adults tried in his world.]

I'm sorry, I didn't realize.

[swordhandled]

It's fine, I mean, my friends grew up in the same world I did and tell me the same things. But, it helps me remember.

[ he turns to look at Makoto ]

My parents may have died, but they're always with me.

[justfists]

[she hears something... cracking? No, but it does seem like the danger of standing under the trees is growing]

Oh-- Uh, Owain?

[swordhandled]

Yeah, Makoto what is i--

[swordhandled]

[ AND THEN SNOW FALLS ALL OVER OWAIN ]

[justfists]

Oh... Well, nevermind.

[she just. reaches up.

to brush some of it off the top of his head]

Are you alright?

[swordhandled]

Oh me, I'm fine, a little snow won't hurt me.

My pride on the other hand...

[justfists]

Well, let's... move away from the trees, okay?

[that should fix it, right]

[swordhandled]

Probably for the best...

[ guiding her away from the trees ]

[justfists]

[and then there's a sudden, loud, screeching wind???

and she screams and-- ............ clings to him?!]

Ohhh, I hate this?!

[swordhandled]

[ aksjfaksf he stiffens slightly when she grabs onto him, not expecting it ]

The wind?!

[justfists]

S-Sorry, the ghosts have me freaked out a little...

[she. she moves away from him-- sorry... owain...]

You're right, it's just the wind.