[ Kokoro appears on the train just shortly before its crash, not having enough time to get her bearings before it derails. A new place, unfamiliar environs, and then it all explodes around her.
When the chaos ends, she's sprawled out on the floor, blinking blearily at what's left of the ceiling. After taking a moment to untangle her limbs, she pulls herself to her feet, quickly finding that one of her ankles can barely support any weight without shooting a spike of pain up her leg, leaving her leaning weakly against one of the seats. No problem, she can always fly... huh? Flight isn't working, either. That's a bigger problem. ]
Is anybody else alive? I need to get out, but I can't walk.
[ It's supposed to be a cry for help, but its vibes are left a bit confusing by its total deadpan delivery. Is she really in pain? ]
- Assimilation -
[ Fortunately, Kokoro heals quickly. Unfortunately, curiosity pulled her too close to that black goo, and it took the opportunity to attach itself as a dark splotch across one side of her face.
Unfortunately, Kokoro's emotions are a bit chaotic even under normal situations, and it's only destabilized further by the goop's influence. Mind filled with a dark haze, she wobbles unsteadily through the campus, not sure where she's going or what she's looking for. As she does, the mask on her face flickers unsteadily, disappearing every few seconds to be replaced with a different mask, in a different orientation. Each one has a wildly different expression, but the actual face behind them remains totally blank.
All in all, the campus is left with a mysterious pink-haired figure, drunkenly wobbling down the street as masks appear and disappear from her face. Sometimes, the wobbling gives way to outright dancing, spinning erratically but with an enthusiasm that doesn't match her bland expression. If approached, there's no telling how she might react. ]
- Two Truths & A Lie -
1. I once started a religious war! 2. Zeami, the great genius of Noh theater, is my father! 3. The thing on the front of my head is not my face!
Hata no Kokoro | Touhou Project
[ Kokoro appears on the train just shortly before its crash, not having enough time to get her bearings before it derails. A new place, unfamiliar environs, and then it all explodes around her.
When the chaos ends, she's sprawled out on the floor, blinking blearily at what's left of the ceiling. After taking a moment to untangle her limbs, she pulls herself to her feet, quickly finding that one of her ankles can barely support any weight without shooting a spike of pain up her leg, leaving her leaning weakly against one of the seats. No problem, she can always fly... huh? Flight isn't working, either. That's a bigger problem. ]
Is anybody else alive? I need to get out, but I can't walk.
[ It's supposed to be a cry for help, but its vibes are left a bit confusing by its total deadpan delivery. Is she really in pain? ]
- Assimilation -
[ Fortunately, Kokoro heals quickly. Unfortunately, curiosity pulled her too close to that black goo, and it took the opportunity to attach itself as a dark splotch across one side of her face.
Unfortunately, Kokoro's emotions are a bit chaotic even under normal situations, and it's only destabilized further by the goop's influence. Mind filled with a dark haze, she wobbles unsteadily through the campus, not sure where she's going or what she's looking for. As she does, the mask on her face flickers unsteadily, disappearing every few seconds to be replaced with a different mask, in a different orientation. Each one has a wildly different expression, but the actual face behind them remains totally blank.
All in all, the campus is left with a mysterious pink-haired figure, drunkenly wobbling down the street as masks appear and disappear from her face. Sometimes, the wobbling gives way to outright dancing, spinning erratically but with an enthusiasm that doesn't match her bland expression. If approached, there's no telling how she might react. ]
- Two Truths & A Lie -
1. I once started a religious war!
2. Zeami, the great genius of Noh theater, is my father!
3. The thing on the front of my head is not my face!
[ Mysterious. ]