[Sae is rather used to damp dark underground tunnels, but this is at least much prettier than the usual ones she travels. She’s quite the sight herself, honestly— the snow-white kimono splattered heavily with blood over the front and frayed a little near the bottom. Her feet bare, a vicious-looking red mark encircling her throat. Her skin pale, like she hadn’t seen sunlight in years.
She walks slowly down the paths, looking like she’s barely paying attention even as she gazes at everything, looking much like a ghostly apparition haunting the cave. Everything’s fine until she starts tying to examine the egg sacs and soon finds herself flat out on the ground, the slime trapped her leg to the ground. No amount of struggling seems to be working her free and she stares, incredulous. Was she going to die? ...Again? Could she even die a second time?
She holds her hand up as if to summon something, but nothing comes. There’s a fluttery feeling of panic and she looks confused before she just begins to scream, having no other defense to think to call on.]
[B. Procession.]
[Sae has no interest in interfering with this ritual. She sits in her bloodstained kimono and watches with interest and polite reverence.]
Oh... How wonderful for them... [She murmurs, nodding a little in complete acceptance of this happening. Sae clearly doesn’t see anything wrong with it and she relaxes back in her seat.]
This must be a great honor. We’re really lucky to witness such things.
[C. Marketplace]
[Okay look. She’s from like, the 1800s Japan. This whole ‘barely wearing anything or not at all’ thing? Not handling that well.
Sae makes a strangled squawking noise of alarm the first time she takes a look at a woman walking up to her when Sae realizes the woman’s not wearing a damn thing. The woman doesn’t seem disturbed by it, though she’s certainly giving Sae’s kimono odd looks.]
N-no, I don’t have a— a— bonded— Thing? [Sae stammers a few times, tripping over her own tongue in her fluster, before she abruptly turns away and likely right into whoever’s walking by. Her hands clutch at their arm, her eyes wide with panic.]
Sae Kurosawa | Fatal Frame II | Witch
[Sae is rather used to damp dark underground tunnels, but this is at least much prettier than the usual ones she travels. She’s quite the sight herself, honestly— the snow-white kimono splattered heavily with blood over the front and frayed a little near the bottom. Her feet bare, a vicious-looking red mark encircling her throat. Her skin pale, like she hadn’t seen sunlight in years.
She walks slowly down the paths, looking like she’s barely paying attention even as she gazes at everything, looking much like a ghostly apparition haunting the cave. Everything’s fine until she starts tying to examine the egg sacs and soon finds herself flat out on the ground, the slime trapped her leg to the ground. No amount of struggling seems to be working her free and she stares, incredulous. Was she going to die? ...Again? Could she even die a second time?
She holds her hand up as if to summon something, but nothing comes. There’s a fluttery feeling of panic and she looks confused before she just begins to scream, having no other defense to think to call on.]
[B. Procession.]
[Sae has no interest in interfering with this ritual. She sits in her bloodstained kimono and watches with interest and polite reverence.]
Oh... How wonderful for them... [She murmurs, nodding a little in complete acceptance of this happening. Sae clearly doesn’t see anything wrong with it and she relaxes back in her seat.]
This must be a great honor. We’re really lucky to witness such things.
[C. Marketplace]
[Okay look. She’s from like, the 1800s Japan. This whole ‘barely wearing anything or not at all’ thing? Not handling that well.
Sae makes a strangled squawking noise of alarm the first time she takes a look at a woman walking up to her when Sae realizes the woman’s not wearing a damn thing. The woman doesn’t seem disturbed by it, though she’s certainly giving Sae’s kimono odd looks.]
N-no, I don’t have a— a— bonded— Thing? [Sae stammers a few times, tripping over her own tongue in her fluster, before she abruptly turns away and likely right into whoever’s walking by. Her hands clutch at their arm, her eyes wide with panic.]
I-I need to get out of here...!