[Sounds kind of entertaining -- probably in a campy way, considering the real stuff shinki and gods have to face. Dust's curious what the inside spectacle is like, but going in there alone seems like it's not any fun at all.]
[So those who walk by might spot the Sen-Mithrarin musing thoughtfully at the entrance to the entertainment... and those he knows get a glance their way and a self-conscious smile.] Hey, want to go in?
The Doomed Curse
[Dust had gotten rid of his cursed charm the second he realized that his luck had turned for the worse... but the bad luck of it clung to him nonetheless, meaning the second charm he picked up had been no more genuine. Which means a very unlucky Dust has been backed into an unfortunate dead-end alleyway, with a massive bear sniffing around the garbage cans while Dust leans back against the bricks at the far end and wonders what to do.]
[He tries to inch forward a step, but the bear lets out a low growl. Dust leans back against the wall, and the bear subsides.]
Great. Now what?
Haunting Hour
[Inevitable as the day: Dust faces down a strange ayakashi, crablike but flying, with his sword held in a reverse grip and his whole body lowered in a combat crouch. The only thing stopping him from engaging it is the knowledge that the fight is mostly futile, when he can't destroy it himself.]
[At least he can buy some time, though -- and holds the creature's attention onto him, instead of others.]
Dust | OTA
[Haunted house, huh?]
[Sounds kind of entertaining -- probably in a campy way, considering the real stuff shinki and gods have to face. Dust's curious what the inside spectacle is like, but going in there alone seems like it's not any fun at all.]
[So those who walk by might spot the Sen-Mithrarin musing thoughtfully at the entrance to the entertainment... and those he knows get a glance their way and a self-conscious smile.] Hey, want to go in?
The Doomed Curse
[Dust had gotten rid of his cursed charm the second he realized that his luck had turned for the worse... but the bad luck of it clung to him nonetheless, meaning the second charm he picked up had been no more genuine. Which means a very unlucky Dust has been backed into an unfortunate dead-end alleyway, with a massive bear sniffing around the garbage cans while Dust leans back against the bricks at the far end and wonders what to do.]
[He tries to inch forward a step, but the bear lets out a low growl. Dust leans back against the wall, and the bear subsides.]
Great. Now what?
Haunting Hour
[Inevitable as the day: Dust faces down a strange ayakashi, crablike but flying, with his sword held in a reverse grip and his whole body lowered in a combat crouch. The only thing stopping him from engaging it is the knowledge that the fight is mostly futile, when he can't destroy it himself.]
[At least he can buy some time, though -- and holds the creature's attention onto him, instead of others.]