2nd Bloom ~ Video / Action

[nephentes_rajah]

[ Yuuka appears on the mirror and she looks tired. Like... "hasn't had a scrap of food or sleep in a week" tired, not "hasn't fought something in a week" and bored. The distinction is in the bags under her eyes and the way she tracks the movement of leaves in the wind lazily. Even her tone lacks any of her normal vigor. ] ...this isn't where...

[ She can't even complete her thoughts. It's pretty bad for herm but if one is wondering the cause of all this, it's quite obvious. The green-haired youkai is literally sleeping in a pile of marigolds. Some have survived this attention, but some haven't.

Yuuka is also clutching something small and white in her left hand, but details are hard to see unless someone finds her in person; at risk to their own health, of course. ]

Comments

[nephentes_rajah]

It will lead to a dream world. Why would there be a shrine? It is father than you can reach. [ If she started to make sense before, she probably isn't anymore. ]

[nekomikoreimu]

... I have no idea what you are talking about. Dream world? You mean that thing inside your old castle?

[nephentes_rajah]

[ Yuuka just grumbles and remains a heap. ]

[nekomikoreimu]

[Reimu sighs, and then proceeds to lift up into the air with Yuuka once again, heading towards her shrine.]

[nephentes_rajah]

[ And Reimu will find that quite a bit more difficult this time around. You see, she appears weak and mindless, but her instincts are as sharp as ever.

When Yuuka Kazami wants to take root somewhere, she has quite literal means with which to do so. ]

[nekomikoreimu]

[Reimu groaned, and attempted to shoot some light danmaku at the roots to make them loosen.]

[nephentes_rajah]

[ One arm freed, Yuuka draws up and reaches for either Reimu's collar or neck. It isn't a tight grip either way, but there's more strength there than her pleading voice would have implied. ] Stop.


...please.

[nekomikoreimu]

[And Reimu stops, and looks at Yuuka.]

I need to get you to a bed.

[nephentes_rajah]

Mrm, I was fine planted where I was. [ Not letting go. ]