[Jintetsu's been in the Quarantine only a day or two, and he already hates it. It's too much. Too much noise, too much weirdness, too much information to absorb. He wants to grasp for the familiar, but can't find any. That's how, tonight, he wound up skulking around the tent cities - when in doubt, he gravitates to the low places of the world. The places people go when they don't want to be seen.
He tilts his hat down to avoid eye contact as a group of human volunteers rushes by, but because of that, fails to notice the person darting out in front of him in time to stop. It's a minor collision, only...
"Hey, watch where you're goin'!"
... when he looks up to see who he ran into, the face looking back - it isn't human. It's monstrous, some terrible hybrid of man and insect.
He's seen some strange, inhuman things in his life. Things he'd never mention to anyone. Even without bodies, they were deadly. And this one's solid. He was already on edge, has been since he got here, but seeing a Frysh for the first time tips this experience from surreal into horror.
There's no yelp of surprise, but Jintetsu stumbles back, wide-eyed, his sword out of the scabbard in a flash. The "monster" backpedals, too, very much not expecting to have a sword pulled on him today. "Whoa! Hang on! Shit!"
Fortunately, Jintetsu doesn't swing - just holds the weapon up defensively - but his mind is in overdrive working out his next move. Is it going to attack? There are more of them, too, coming out of the tents to check out the disturbance - he's grossly outnumbered. What are they?!]
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He tilts his hat down to avoid eye contact as a group of human volunteers rushes by, but because of that, fails to notice the person darting out in front of him in time to stop. It's a minor collision, only...
"Hey, watch where you're goin'!"
... when he looks up to see who he ran into, the face looking back - it isn't human. It's monstrous, some terrible hybrid of man and insect.
He's seen some strange, inhuman things in his life. Things he'd never mention to anyone. Even without bodies, they were deadly. And this one's solid. He was already on edge, has been since he got here, but seeing a Frysh for the first time tips this experience from surreal into horror.
There's no yelp of surprise, but Jintetsu stumbles back, wide-eyed, his sword out of the scabbard in a flash. The "monster" backpedals, too, very much not expecting to have a sword pulled on him today. "Whoa! Hang on! Shit!"
Fortunately, Jintetsu doesn't swing - just holds the weapon up defensively - but his mind is in overdrive working out his next move. Is it going to attack? There are more of them, too, coming out of the tents to check out the disturbance - he's grossly outnumbered. What are they?!]