三十七 [accidental video]
[The screen flickers to life and shows a portion of Rin's sleeved arm, which slowly gives way to more and more of her figure as she moves away. She's in the kitchen and now standing at the counter, but there's an unusual element to her: she's slung her cloth bag over her shoulder, and with it, she carries her ornate Chinese heirloom sword.
She opens one of the hanging cupboards and takes out a wooden box. Then, she moves a little to the side; opens and closes another cupboard. She takes out a bowl. Her hands deftly open the box and she pours rice into the bowl. Then, she moves over to the nearby sink, puts the bowl in and turns on the tap.
What comes out is strangely dark. It pours downwards and expands quickly, until it throws the bowl out of the sink.
The bowl empties its contents onto the floor, kept from breaking by more hair, and Rin moves a few steps backwards.]
So you've decided to show yourself?!
[Quickly, she reaches for herself, but before she can put her hand on the hilt, the hair wraps around it and pulls the sword out of its sheath. Rin moves backwards, taking over more and more of the screen, until she bumps into the table. Hair wraps around her wrist.]
S-STOP IT!
[She hastily grabs for the knife and cuts the hair with it. Unfazed, it advances more and Rin makes a cut at it again, moving her feet apart more, bowing her body slightly and rising her arms up - wielding the knife like a sword. The exchange continues in a hurry, Rin moving back and forth as she cuts and retreats at the same time.
Rin reaches the fridge and opens it, taking out a platter with left-over mochi from two days before. She takes the carefully wrapped foil away and holds out the platter.]
It's not cake, but here!
[To no avail - the hair just makes a swipe at it and knocks the platter out of her hands, sending plate and loose mochi flying to the floor. The fight begins anew.]
MANJI! Come help me with this!
[But before he has time to react, the hair seizes Rin and wraps around her wrists first, immobilizing her hands, then starts shooting up her legs. She stares, horrified and helpless as a third strand touches her head - and then, all of it suddenly halts.
The kitchen is transformed into a whirlwind as all the abundance of hair retreats further and further, until it has vanished in the tap where it came from, as if it had never been there.
Rin can only stand there, panting, and look at the mess.]
(OOC: Spared by Hair Immunity!)
She opens one of the hanging cupboards and takes out a wooden box. Then, she moves a little to the side; opens and closes another cupboard. She takes out a bowl. Her hands deftly open the box and she pours rice into the bowl. Then, she moves over to the nearby sink, puts the bowl in and turns on the tap.
What comes out is strangely dark. It pours downwards and expands quickly, until it throws the bowl out of the sink.
The bowl empties its contents onto the floor, kept from breaking by more hair, and Rin moves a few steps backwards.]
So you've decided to show yourself?!
[Quickly, she reaches for herself, but before she can put her hand on the hilt, the hair wraps around it and pulls the sword out of its sheath. Rin moves backwards, taking over more and more of the screen, until she bumps into the table. Hair wraps around her wrist.]
S-STOP IT!
[She hastily grabs for the knife and cuts the hair with it. Unfazed, it advances more and Rin makes a cut at it again, moving her feet apart more, bowing her body slightly and rising her arms up - wielding the knife like a sword. The exchange continues in a hurry, Rin moving back and forth as she cuts and retreats at the same time.
Rin reaches the fridge and opens it, taking out a platter with left-over mochi from two days before. She takes the carefully wrapped foil away and holds out the platter.]
It's not cake, but here!
[To no avail - the hair just makes a swipe at it and knocks the platter out of her hands, sending plate and loose mochi flying to the floor. The fight begins anew.]
MANJI! Come help me with this!
[But before he has time to react, the hair seizes Rin and wraps around her wrists first, immobilizing her hands, then starts shooting up her legs. She stares, horrified and helpless as a third strand touches her head - and then, all of it suddenly halts.
The kitchen is transformed into a whirlwind as all the abundance of hair retreats further and further, until it has vanished in the tap where it came from, as if it had never been there.
Rin can only stand there, panting, and look at the mess.]
(OOC: Spared by Hair Immunity!)