Wake and Quake [Yukio doesn't have to open his eyes anymore, not since the implant in his forehead and the extra eyes scattered across his skin. He does wake up though, main eyes opening and focus coming back to his vision through the others, tongue flicking out and catching.... very different scents than he was expecting, and Yukio rolls to his knees, summoning his throwing knife to his hand.
The tree-people seem friendly, and not too startled to see Yukio despite his lack of glamour. But this isn't the Summerlands, and he should be in the Summerlands right now. He's displaced, unsettled, and while he seems to have all of his things he can't smell anyone familiar.
There's a few minutes of exploration, of cautiously moving around the small village and quietly looking for signs of familiar faces. If Rin was here he'd be yelling, if Shura was here she'd be lounging somewhere obvious. West would be loud or causing a scene, Carly would be blatantly obvious, Reira would be quietly sitting and watching, Yukio knows the habits of Carnival members right now, knows where he should expect to find people and what they should be doing.
And then his attempt at figuring out what the heck is going on is interrupted by a rumble that grows into a steady roar, and Yukio runs towards the nearest shelter.]
Get inside! [He yells, if it looks like you need some encouragement. If you're not moving quickly enough, you might find your arm being grabbed firmly (and maybe not quite carefully enough) by a clawed hand as Yukio pulls you towards at least temporary safety.]
???????? [No, seriously, ??????
Yukio is trying to figure out what the hell this creature is. Or, he was, at first, but now it's just kind of devolved into a staring competition with a furby.
Yukio Okumura | OTA
[Yukio doesn't have to open his eyes anymore, not since the implant in his forehead and the extra eyes scattered across his skin. He does wake up though, main eyes opening and focus coming back to his vision through the others, tongue flicking out and catching.... very different scents than he was expecting, and Yukio rolls to his knees, summoning his throwing knife to his hand.
The tree-people seem friendly, and not too startled to see Yukio despite his lack of glamour. But this isn't the Summerlands, and he should be in the Summerlands right now. He's displaced, unsettled, and while he seems to have all of his things he can't smell anyone familiar.
There's a few minutes of exploration, of cautiously moving around the small village and quietly looking for signs of familiar faces. If Rin was here he'd be yelling, if Shura was here she'd be lounging somewhere obvious. West would be loud or causing a scene, Carly would be blatantly obvious, Reira would be quietly sitting and watching, Yukio knows the habits of Carnival members right now, knows where he should expect to find people and what they should be doing.
And then his attempt at figuring out what the heck is going on is interrupted by a rumble that grows into a steady roar, and Yukio runs towards the nearest shelter.]
Get inside! [He yells, if it looks like you need some encouragement. If you're not moving quickly enough, you might find your arm being grabbed firmly (and maybe not quite carefully enough) by a clawed hand as Yukio pulls you towards at least temporary safety.]
????????
[No, seriously, ??????
Yukio is trying to figure out what the hell this creature is. Or, he was, at first, but now it's just kind of devolved into a staring competition with a furby.
Yukio has too many eyes to lose this one.]
Wildcard
[The third option.]