[ A hellish fever dream, perhaps? One Yosano hadn't experienced since childhood, and had hoped to never again. However, unlike those before it, filled with mutilated and dying men, wailing outcries, pleading for death, this dream seemed after the fact.
A sentencing. In a desolate void now made a silo, which was sucking Yosano in like quick sand. And perhaps, instead of a dream, it was purgatory. Finally coming to claim her.
Honestly, Yosano was half ready for the silo to take her under and suffocate all those demons away, if it wasn't for the panicking, angry and distraught voices echoing into the chamber. And while Yosano was not one to value her own life, she did others.
So wildly splashing about in the grains, resisting the pull to the bottom, she reached the silo's edge and grabbed the ladder on its side. Pulling with strength Yosano didn't think she had, out of her death bed and into... a completely unknown world? ]
Ah... [ Confused. Concerned. Maybe she was actually just tripping out? Or caught in an illusion. Matters that she'll have to deal with eventually as long as someone wasn't hurt. ]
Is anyone injured? I'm a doctor. [ She said sharply, commandingly, with her soft voice. ]
II. WE LIKE TO PARTY (WE LIKE, WE LIKE TO PARTY)
[ Arriving at this unknown town-Aldrip, they had called it-at the height of what seemed like a celebration was... just a little bit too much for Yosano.
All those jovial townsfolk, laughing while cradling beer or dancing with vigour. Already a headache was working its way into her brows. She wanted a drink, and to sit down-because, hell, walking two hours in heels was tough even for her-and perhaps even wake up from whatever this was.
So, she walked up to the closest group enjoying the party and unceremoniously snatched the drink from one of their hands. Sculling it before they had time to complain or object. ]
I need another. [ She muttered outloud, because, hell, if this was real then she would needed to be very very drunk to deal with it. ]
III. PLEASE PARTY RESPONSIBLY (CW: She will slice you.)
If there was one place Yosano always felt at home, and most powerful, it was the infirmary. And when Aldrip locals were calling out for help in the medical wing, Yosano was relieved. Because while she had no idea what she was doing here, she could, at least, gain some control by stitching people up. So, Yosano waltzed in proclaiming she was a doctor and, oh my, the townsfolk were quick to enlist her help. For better or worse, really.
Well, isn't this a nice scalpel. [ Yosano picked up the blade, eyeing its sharp steel, and glanced back down at the patient assigned to her. ]
This shouldn't hurt too much. You won't need any anaesthetic. [ Yosano smirked, a twisted expression replacing her usual calm exterior. She didn't even know if the patient needed to be cut open, but surely some extra cuts wouldn't be any trouble, right? Besides, she could easily stitch them back together again. ]
Yosano | Bungo Stray Dogs
[ A hellish fever dream, perhaps? One Yosano hadn't experienced since childhood, and had hoped to never again. However, unlike those before it, filled with mutilated and dying men, wailing outcries, pleading for death, this dream seemed after the fact.
A sentencing. In a desolate void now made a silo, which was sucking Yosano in like quick sand. And perhaps, instead of a dream, it was purgatory. Finally coming to claim her.
Honestly, Yosano was half ready for the silo to take her under and suffocate all those demons away, if it wasn't for the panicking, angry and distraught voices echoing into the chamber. And while Yosano was not one to value her own life, she did others.
So wildly splashing about in the grains, resisting the pull to the bottom, she reached the silo's edge and grabbed the ladder on its side. Pulling with strength Yosano didn't think she had, out of her death bed and into... a completely unknown world? ]
Ah... [ Confused. Concerned. Maybe she was actually just tripping out? Or caught in an illusion. Matters that she'll have to deal with eventually as long as someone wasn't hurt. ]
Is anyone injured? I'm a doctor. [ She said sharply, commandingly, with her soft voice. ]
II. WE LIKE TO PARTY (WE LIKE, WE LIKE TO PARTY)
[ Arriving at this unknown town-Aldrip, they had called it-at the height of what seemed like a celebration was... just a little bit too much for Yosano.
All those jovial townsfolk, laughing while cradling beer or dancing with vigour. Already a headache was working its way into her brows. She wanted a drink, and to sit down-because, hell, walking two hours in heels was tough even for her-and perhaps even wake up from whatever this was.
So, she walked up to the closest group enjoying the party and unceremoniously snatched the drink from one of their hands. Sculling it before they had time to complain or object. ]
I need another. [ She muttered outloud, because, hell, if this was real then she would needed to be very very drunk to deal with it. ]
III. PLEASE PARTY RESPONSIBLY (CW: She will slice you.)
If there was one place Yosano always felt at home, and most powerful, it was the infirmary. And when Aldrip locals were calling out for help in the medical wing, Yosano was relieved. Because while she had no idea what she was doing here, she could, at least, gain some control by stitching people up. So, Yosano waltzed in proclaiming she was a doctor and, oh my, the townsfolk were quick to enlist her help. For better or worse, really.
Well, isn't this a nice scalpel. [ Yosano picked up the blade, eyeing its sharp steel, and glanced back down at the patient assigned to her. ]
This shouldn't hurt too much. You won't need any anaesthetic. [ Yosano smirked, a twisted expression replacing her usual calm exterior. She didn't even know if the patient needed to be cut open, but surely some extra cuts wouldn't be any trouble, right? Besides, she could easily stitch them back together again. ]