[ Stupid. And sorry for the stupid tl;dr... He's sure that he had more common sense farther back than his memory can reach, and yet, here he is, a spectacle of incomprehensible stupidity. Hanging, one-handed, from the handle of a wrapped nata stabbed into the wall of the mine shaft, some quarter of the way down. That's if he estimated the bottom correctly by the distant crash of the rock on which he'd just stood.
The how: more inclined than not to contribute to the process of bread-making, he'd intended to assist at the windmill, and overheard the locals tutting about the dangers of the Lorentia Cave and the Chosen who'd gone in anyway. After about a month of pastoral living, at odds with kidnapping and conviction, talk of anything more perilous drew his attention. Even if simply collapsing tunnels, there was utility in confirming exactly what others were walking into.
Though not particularly inteerested in walking down a path marked by skull signage, it was as he'd stood before one that Nanami heard the shrinking echo of something distinctly nonhuman. Though, too, not interested in pursuing regular beasts, rather than cursed spirits (which, really, he'd never been interested in to begin with), it was with a sigh that he'd reach beneath his jacket, freed his nata, and began to pick his way down.
He'd been gauging the integrity of the ground as he went, but while Nanami Kento might know quite a few things and have quite a few skills, he has little experience in caves and none in mining, so it's not surprising when it does collapse, sending him sliding, then dropping with a hissed — ]
Shit —
[ Catching himself by jabbing that blade, but now hanging, the makeshift shaft relatively narrow. Feeling against the wall with his other hand, scraping with the sole of his shoe. Barely a minute of that before a woman abruptly appears overhead. Waving.
Good timing, but she'll have to excuse him for not waving back. ]
If you can manage it without too much risk, then please.
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And sorry for the stupid tl;dr...He's sure that he had more common sense farther back than his memory can reach, and yet, here he is, a spectacle of incomprehensible stupidity. Hanging, one-handed, from the handle of a wrapped nata stabbed into the wall of the mine shaft, some quarter of the way down. That's if he estimated the bottom correctly by the distant crash of the rock on which he'd just stood.The how: more inclined than not to contribute to the process of bread-making, he'd intended to assist at the windmill, and overheard the locals tutting about the dangers of the Lorentia Cave and the Chosen who'd gone in anyway. After about a month of pastoral living, at odds with kidnapping and conviction, talk of anything more perilous drew his attention. Even if simply collapsing tunnels, there was utility in confirming exactly what others were walking into.
Though not particularly inteerested in walking down a path marked by skull signage, it was as he'd stood before one that Nanami heard the shrinking echo of something distinctly nonhuman. Though, too, not interested in pursuing regular beasts, rather than cursed spirits (which, really, he'd never been interested in to begin with), it was with a sigh that he'd reach beneath his jacket, freed his nata, and began to pick his way down.
He'd been gauging the integrity of the ground as he went, but while Nanami Kento might know quite a few things and have quite a few skills, he has little experience in caves and none in mining, so it's not surprising when it does collapse, sending him sliding, then dropping with a hissed — ]
Shit —
[ Catching himself by jabbing that blade, but now hanging, the makeshift shaft relatively narrow. Feeling against the wall with his other hand, scraping with the sole of his shoe. Barely a minute of that before a woman abruptly appears overhead. Waving.
Good timing, but she'll have to excuse him for not waving back. ]
If you can manage it without too much risk, then please.