Togashi Mai wrote:
"Other than those that fell with him, none, Myo-en-sama," she responded over her shoulder, breaking her focus only momentarily.
"He wasn't the only one? How many? Did you see where they went?" Myo-en is observant by nature, but she'd been busy lashing the shelter together; as the bright flash faded she'd been pretty sure she saw
someone falling, but she hadn't been able to count.
Mindshred wrote:
The man has the rough, tanned skin of someone who spends hours every summer beneath the hot sun. His hair is short, shaved almost down to the scalp, and there are hints of a tattoo on his chest, peeking out from beneath his shirt. It didn't look like the high quality work one would receive from a Togashi, but rather the crude, rough line work denoting some Ronin brotherhood or similar organization. He carried a daisho, but it was partially obscured beneath his traveling cloak; the saya was rough, worn, and somewhat cheap-looking.
The man's eyes remain unfocused, as if staring past Myo-en into the distance at something only he can see.
Well, he probably isn't in any state to harm her, but Myo-en tugs the cloak over the daisho to make a quick draw more challenging anyway. "My friend, can you see me? What's your name? Who is it that won't let you wake up?"
He doesn't seem fevered, exactly, but he's acting almost like a person in a delirium. Should she fear contagion?
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