[ At least the stupidity won't last much longer. This was (is?) a pretty short 'flashback', and concludes when Katsura is offered a bottle of Pokari by a mysterious figure. ]
Your cosplaying friend made a point of showing us. And--
[ Katsura suddenly frowns. ]
--and I think Gintoki drank the Pokari you sent, as well.
[Takasugi recognizes the figure - mysterious only in the way that so many others they'd fought alongside had ended. Without a corpse, only an effigy of grimy rock and moldy incense left in their memory.
And, in this case a pokari.
It looks to Takasugi like his old comrades had just taken the proposed 'reunion' as a chance to drink pokari and waste time.
Gintoki will owe him for that can of pokari he drank when he wakes up. Lazy asshole, of course he's still sleeping.]
Heh.
You won't find anything like that, here. [As he speaks, the scene falls away, revealing landscape unfamiliar to them both. A road through the Nysan wilderness - but they're left directionless.
It might not even be real.] All this planet has is a war that could break out any day.
[ Rosalind offers her hand and Katsura accepts it, giving it a brief but firm shake. She makes a good point, though. As easy as it would be to sit around and continue shit talking Takasugi, escaping should probably take priority. The scene has continued playing out around them, the short-haired past Katsura finishing off the last of the strange creatures attacking him before taking off for the bow of the ship. Present-day Katsura watches him pass with a thoughtful hum. ]
This ship doesn't last much longer after this. I ended up bailing out on a parachute, eventually.
[She says it briskly, a firm little statement that sounds more like it comes from a teacher than anything. Her eyes are trained on the scene before them, but she offers her hand.]
There's something familiar about that, enough to jar him out of his meandering thoughts about how careless it is for neither of them to have parachutes and how he really needs to get Rosalind up to speed on Jouishishi and-
... Anyway, the offer she makes is more intriguing at the moment so he complies without protest, offering out his hand with nothing more than a curious expression. ]
[Thank god for young men who follow orders. Rosalind has that brief thought, wry and quiet, and tugs lightly at his hand. And then--
Nothing at all happens, and yet something sort of does. There's no noise, no flash of light or feeling of pressure-- and yet in the blink of an eye, the exhale of a breath, suddenly they're in the midst of the field once more. It's raining now, a light drizzle that coats her hair and clothes, and Rosalind blinks, then smiles in satisfaction.]
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( APRIL 2018 ) Intro Log
( TAKASUGI )
[ At least the stupidity won't last much longer. This was (is?) a pretty short 'flashback', and concludes when Katsura is offered a bottle of Pokari by a mysterious figure. ]
Your cosplaying friend made a point of showing us. And--
[ Katsura suddenly frowns. ]
--and I think Gintoki drank the Pokari you sent, as well.
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And, in this case a pokari.
It looks to Takasugi like his old comrades had just taken the proposed 'reunion' as a chance to drink pokari and waste time.
Gintoki will owe him for that can of pokari he drank when he wakes up. Lazy asshole, of course he's still sleeping.]
Heh.
You won't find anything like that, here. [As he speaks, the scene falls away, revealing landscape unfamiliar to them both. A road through the Nysan wilderness - but they're left directionless.
It might not even be real.] All this planet has is a war that could break out any day.
Sort of nostalgic, isn't it?
( ROSALIND )
[ Rosalind offers her hand and Katsura accepts it, giving it a brief but firm shake. She makes a good point, though. As easy as it would be to sit around and continue shit talking Takasugi, escaping should probably take priority. The scene has continued playing out around them, the short-haired past Katsura finishing off the last of the strange creatures attacking him before taking off for the bow of the ship. Present-day Katsura watches him pass with a thoughtful hum. ]
This ship doesn't last much longer after this. I ended up bailing out on a parachute, eventually.
[ He doesn't heave one of those now, but... ]
I don't suppose you brought one, did you?
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[She says it briskly, a firm little statement that sounds more like it comes from a teacher than anything. Her eyes are trained on the scene before them, but she offers her hand.]
But I've a better idea. Give me your hand.
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There's something familiar about that, enough to jar him out of his meandering thoughts about how careless it is for neither of them to have parachutes and how he really needs to get Rosalind up to speed on Jouishishi and-
... Anyway, the offer she makes is more intriguing at the moment so he complies without protest, offering out his hand with nothing more than a curious expression. ]
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Nothing at all happens, and yet something sort of does. There's no noise, no flash of light or feeling of pressure-- and yet in the blink of an eye, the exhale of a breath, suddenly they're in the midst of the field once more. It's raining now, a light drizzle that coats her hair and clothes, and Rosalind blinks, then smiles in satisfaction.]
Excellent.
[She drops his hand.]