First strike

[guardiandragon]

[There's a sigh emanating from the other end of the vine.] ...I'm talking into a plant. Great. Wish I could say this was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me, but what the fuck ever.

May as well just make myself comfortable until I wake up or the cavalry gets here. Whichever comes first. You guys have fun with your whole hippie commune thing you got going here.

[There's one more annoyed grunt, and the distinct sound of a flower being crushed before cutting out. She's not in the most talkative mood, clearly.]

Comments

[guardiandragon]

Pretty normal for the first fifteen or so years, then again for the last year and a half, with a few months of shinigami-related craziness mixed in between. You know how it is.

[tookupthesword]

Wait... aren't those the things that take dead souls away?

[guardiandragon]

I'm told that's part of the job description, yeah.

[tookupthesword]

Freaky...

[guardiandragon]

I dunno about that. There's one who goes to my school, he's a nice enough guy if you get to know him.

[tookupthesword]

Goes to your... wow, my old school feels boring now.

[guardiandragon]

Eh, he's just one kid. Not like our school's a farm for superheroes and magical girls, or something.

[tookupthesword]

Yeah, but mines just normal.