1: The beach. Honestly, she's way too old for this.
Though she has been knocked out before and been down to the beach, she's never had the mix of the two. Since she's well into her golden years (or what some would consider 'golden years') Tae honestly thought that she'd be beyond the point of being bashed unconscious and put in some strange, foreign place. Evidently not.
The old woman coughed hoarsely into her arm as she staggered to her feet, wincing at how weak she felt. The various cuts on her arms and legs weren't helping the ache in her old bones and neither was the sting of grit in said wounds. Tae spat out whatever salt was in her mouth before she checked herself over. No major injuries, which was good. If she had dislocated her hip again, she would have some real problems. Not that she didn't have those at the moment.]
... Hmph... What the hell is wrong with here?
[It's certainly not Midorijima. The sky is too blue. There lacks the usual distant building scape. The ocean looks too unwelcoming in contrast with the sky. It seems wrong. There's no way she can be off the island, and yet...]
Can't an old lady get a break around here? [She pulled her long pink hair out of her usual bun and shook the seaweed out as best as she could before tying it back in the same style. Once her hair was out of her face, she knew it was time to move. The smell of gunpowder was certainly unfamiliar, but the danger that it brought wasn't.
Taking off her slippers, Tae began to walk. One step... two steps... a slow shuffle down the beach, all while she grumbled away.]
Whoever is responsible for this is going to get hell from me.
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2: Arrival. Bah! Don't give me this nonsense! [Despite the townsperson's best attempts to convince Tae to take a pamphlet, the old woman deftly smacked the man's hand. She had heard many, many weird things in her life, and researched the impossible herself. But this? This sort of thing? Absolutely bloody nonsense. The old woman scowled as she hobbled away, pursued by some of the more insistent ones.]
Listen here. There's no such thing as monsters. If anything, they're just other people. Go away.
[She avoids the glares of anyone who comes her way and continues to walk. She does look like she does need a bit of help, but for most part she's just really grumpy.]
Hoy... Where can I find actual information? And maybe the hospital?
Tae Seragaki | Dramatical Murder | OTA
Honestly, she's way too old for this.
Though she has been knocked out before and been down to the beach, she's never had the mix of the two. Since she's well into her golden years (or what some would consider 'golden years') Tae honestly thought that she'd be beyond the point of being bashed unconscious and put in some strange, foreign place. Evidently not.
The old woman coughed hoarsely into her arm as she staggered to her feet, wincing at how weak she felt. The various cuts on her arms and legs weren't helping the ache in her old bones and neither was the sting of grit in said wounds. Tae spat out whatever salt was in her mouth before she checked herself over. No major injuries, which was good. If she had dislocated her hip again, she would have some real problems. Not that she didn't have those at the moment.]
... Hmph... What the hell is wrong with here?
[It's certainly not Midorijima. The sky is too blue. There lacks the usual distant building scape. The ocean looks too unwelcoming in contrast with the sky. It seems wrong. There's no way she can be off the island, and yet...]
Can't an old lady get a break around here? [She pulled her long pink hair out of her usual bun and shook the seaweed out as best as she could before tying it back in the same style. Once her hair was out of her face, she knew it was time to move. The smell of gunpowder was certainly unfamiliar, but the danger that it brought wasn't.
Taking off her slippers, Tae began to walk. One step... two steps... a slow shuffle down the beach, all while she grumbled away.]
Whoever is responsible for this is going to get hell from me.
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2: Arrival.
Bah! Don't give me this nonsense! [Despite the townsperson's best attempts to convince Tae to take a pamphlet, the old woman deftly smacked the man's hand. She had heard many, many weird things in her life, and researched the impossible herself. But this? This sort of thing? Absolutely bloody nonsense. The old woman scowled as she hobbled away, pursued by some of the more insistent ones.]
Listen here. There's no such thing as monsters. If anything, they're just other people. Go away.
[She avoids the glares of anyone who comes her way and continues to walk. She does look like she does need a bit of help, but for most part she's just really grumpy.]
Hoy... Where can I find actual information? And maybe the hospital?