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As long as it’s smart phone that uses apps it’s cool. But a regular old flip phone is a no
this is the meme hill i am going to die on
would that dumb samsung phone that doubles as a flip phone be a valid alternative so i can continue the umi low tech train
Umi brained out. After Merlou politely had introduced herself, it was Apollo's turn to speak. With great power came paragraphs of speech. Umi's brain couldn't really handle all of those words mumbo jumbo. If it wasn't condensed into some sort of TL;DR, any concept with a length of over three sentences was lost on her. Her brain made an organic equivalent of the dial-up internet noise as she tossed pretty much everything Apollo said into the proverbial recycle bin. Her brainlessness extended as she didn't even notice the doctor walking in. In fact, she didn't even notice Katsuo make a terrible joke about North Korea that she would have shamed him for. The perfect opportunity was missed, only because she was a brainlet. She didn't even notice Merlou talk about dating apps. Umi's brain swiped left on everything she said.
However, when Millie spoke, Umi's brain suddenly awoke from its primordial slumber. The term "you know healing magic?" had filled her mind. In fact, this was all strange. It was, quite literally, an isekai adventure. Whatever other bizarre situation that others concocted in their mind was false. It was, easily enough, some trash light novel that would probably end up with them trouncing up to the demon lord and beating him up for his lunch money. Apollo then spoke more about this magic nonsense. If this truly was an isekai adventure... wouldn't that mean they are the chosen ones?
Umi also noticed something critical. Everyone around her was a sheep. They all had those newfangled smart phones. But Umi was different. 'SHE WASN'T LIKE THOSE OTHER GIRLS', whatever that dog whistle for sad people meant. For some reason, in the year of 20XX where smartphones were commonplace and actually useful, Umi used a dumbass flip phone. Not a regular flip phone, though. It was one of those stupid, mixed phones. An oversized monstrosity that the size of a regular phone that had a little dumb keypad attached with a janky hinge.
The blue haired twink, however, went to great lengths to hit on one of the nurses. Hell, Umi was pretty sure that was a sad boy move. Hitting on a peasant village girl by showing them the power of technology was something that only happened in trashy light novel isekai adven- wait a minute.
Still, justice demanded retribution. For the sin of DARING to try to romance in Umi's presence, the blue-haired twink would be the first person to taste Umi's 'magic'.
"Kame..." She whispered as she struck a familiar pose.
"Hame..." Her small brain attempted to concentrate every bit of power she could muster between her hands.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The power was released.
Did it work? Umi was kind of a dunce so her eyes was closed the entire time. Actually, was she even aiming at him?
However, when Millie spoke, Umi's brain suddenly awoke from its primordial slumber. The term "you know healing magic?" had filled her mind. In fact, this was all strange. It was, quite literally, an isekai adventure. Whatever other bizarre situation that others concocted in their mind was false. It was, easily enough, some trash light novel that would probably end up with them trouncing up to the demon lord and beating him up for his lunch money. Apollo then spoke more about this magic nonsense. If this truly was an isekai adventure... wouldn't that mean they are the chosen ones?
Umi also noticed something critical. Everyone around her was a sheep. They all had those newfangled smart phones. But Umi was different. 'SHE WASN'T LIKE THOSE OTHER GIRLS', whatever that dog whistle for sad people meant. For some reason, in the year of 20XX where smartphones were commonplace and actually useful, Umi used a dumbass flip phone. Not a regular flip phone, though. It was one of those stupid, mixed phones. An oversized monstrosity that the size of a regular phone that had a little dumb keypad attached with a janky hinge.
The blue haired twink, however, went to great lengths to hit on one of the nurses. Hell, Umi was pretty sure that was a sad boy move. Hitting on a peasant village girl by showing them the power of technology was something that only happened in trashy light novel isekai adven- wait a minute.
Still, justice demanded retribution. For the sin of DARING to try to romance in Umi's presence, the blue-haired twink would be the first person to taste Umi's 'magic'.
"Kame..." She whispered as she struck a familiar pose.
"Hame..." Her small brain attempted to concentrate every bit of power she could muster between her hands.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The power was released.
Did it work? Umi was kind of a dunce so her eyes was closed the entire time. Actually, was she even aiming at him?
chief if you think that's the only meme i'm going to bust out you're sorely mistaken
The chewy toad meat was good. It was something different from the cheap bread Ash had been subsiding on for weeks. That was enough to propel it from 'kind of bad' to 'good enough'. Again, she had left a small portion for Kur-Inuus, even after she had cooked enough meat for all of them. It wasn't a full meal, but it was enough to keep energy up. It was more calories than if she didn't eat any.
Now was the time to cleave and chop some skin off. Carefully, she hewed ragged lines into the skin of the toad. Forming a rectangle of cuts, she carefully pulled the sheet of flesh off. After all, she didn't quite want to mess her hands up from whatever caustic goo remained. What use was someone who couldn't use their hands, after all. It wasn't cut very well, though. If she had a proper knife, if she had a river nearby, if she had this, if she had that. She was pretty much running off of nothing. More of an janky trapezoid rather than a rectangle. Still, it was a sheet that she rolled up into something she could easily carry with her.
They had felled the toad in no time. The act of which made Ash feel incompetent. Severely. The three of them could barely manage to kill a simple goblin. Sure, it was their first time. But they were absolutely demolished by the goblin. It was horrible. And here came the knight, able to easily fell a massive toad in less than ten seconds.
Incompetence thy name was Ash.
Still, she followed these feelings. If it meant she would get money and a fraction of safety, she would easily lower her pride below the earth. Subterranean pride.
Now was the time to cleave and chop some skin off. Carefully, she hewed ragged lines into the skin of the toad. Forming a rectangle of cuts, she carefully pulled the sheet of flesh off. After all, she didn't quite want to mess her hands up from whatever caustic goo remained. What use was someone who couldn't use their hands, after all. It wasn't cut very well, though. If she had a proper knife, if she had a river nearby, if she had this, if she had that. She was pretty much running off of nothing. More of an janky trapezoid rather than a rectangle. Still, it was a sheet that she rolled up into something she could easily carry with her.
They had felled the toad in no time. The act of which made Ash feel incompetent. Severely. The three of them could barely manage to kill a simple goblin. Sure, it was their first time. But they were absolutely demolished by the goblin. It was horrible. And here came the knight, able to easily fell a massive toad in less than ten seconds.
Incompetence thy name was Ash.
Still, she followed these feelings. If it meant she would get money and a fraction of safety, she would easily lower her pride below the earth. Subterranean pride.
"GWAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUU-"
The pink-haired youth screamed as she shot up from her sleeping position like a mouse trap. She went from lying on her back to sitting on her ass in mere milliseconds. With a few deep huffs, her mind began to process everything that went on. She was in the hospital, right? Her heart was pretty much exploding, then she fell unconscious. She didn't feel anything for a bit, then her mind slipped away from her. Then she had a really weird death bed dream where she was in a room with a bunch of people. She thought it was just her feeling like she was about to die, 'cause her heart felt funky again about halfway through.
In her continued panic, her hands rapidly felt her body. She hit her chest, rubbed her cheeks, pinched her arm, everything to do to confirm what was going on. Yikes, she thought, every pinch hurts. Wait. It hurt. That meant...
"I... I..." she muttered under her breath, a shocked look overtaking her before... "I LIVED BITCH." Her face was instantly overtaken by dumbass grin as she launched herself out of bed. As her feet felt the ground in the first time in days, she noticed something very peculiar: she wasn't alone.
There was a blue-haired twink, a blue-haired twunk (that one letter had MASSIVE DIFFERENCES), some woman with funky hair (POT MEETS KETTLE), a generic lank-man who reminded the manic youth of an anime that starred a baseball loving PI, and a man with the face of a 40 year old villain.
In other words, they had formed the world's worst collection of superheroes.
As the slight tinge of coffee danced its way into her smell holes, something became apparent: she was hungry as HECK. Exactly as though there was a dude with a jackhammer in the room, her stomach rumbled with the force of ten thousand suns. In other words, about how loud a stomach would usually growl. It was bold for her body to ignore the actual mood of the room, whatnot with everyone coming to terms with their death and those who they missed. Everyone important to them, gone.
It was heavy stuff, but for Umi, it was a second chance. Even if her mind didn't admit it, even if she didn't think about it, deep down, she knew that it was a second chance. No point in treating it like a dream. If it was only a dream, then she would still enjoy her time left. It was more than she had before it all happened.
"Sssoooooo hi. Me llamo Umi."
The pink-haired youth screamed as she shot up from her sleeping position like a mouse trap. She went from lying on her back to sitting on her ass in mere milliseconds. With a few deep huffs, her mind began to process everything that went on. She was in the hospital, right? Her heart was pretty much exploding, then she fell unconscious. She didn't feel anything for a bit, then her mind slipped away from her. Then she had a really weird death bed dream where she was in a room with a bunch of people. She thought it was just her feeling like she was about to die, 'cause her heart felt funky again about halfway through.
In her continued panic, her hands rapidly felt her body. She hit her chest, rubbed her cheeks, pinched her arm, everything to do to confirm what was going on. Yikes, she thought, every pinch hurts. Wait. It hurt. That meant...
"I... I..." she muttered under her breath, a shocked look overtaking her before... "I LIVED BITCH." Her face was instantly overtaken by dumbass grin as she launched herself out of bed. As her feet felt the ground in the first time in days, she noticed something very peculiar: she wasn't alone.
There was a blue-haired twink, a blue-haired twunk (that one letter had MASSIVE DIFFERENCES), some woman with funky hair (POT MEETS KETTLE), a generic lank-man who reminded the manic youth of an anime that starred a baseball loving PI, and a man with the face of a 40 year old villain.
In other words, they had formed the world's worst collection of superheroes.
As the slight tinge of coffee danced its way into her smell holes, something became apparent: she was hungry as HECK. Exactly as though there was a dude with a jackhammer in the room, her stomach rumbled with the force of ten thousand suns. In other words, about how loud a stomach would usually growl. It was bold for her body to ignore the actual mood of the room, whatnot with everyone coming to terms with their death and those who they missed. Everyone important to them, gone.
It was heavy stuff, but for Umi, it was a second chance. Even if her mind didn't admit it, even if she didn't think about it, deep down, she knew that it was a second chance. No point in treating it like a dream. If it was only a dream, then she would still enjoy her time left. It was more than she had before it all happened.
"Sssoooooo hi. Me llamo Umi."
The red light district was Marina's cage. No matter how far she went, she always returned to the skeevy daylife and scummy nightlife. But her days spent there weren't out of nostalgia and sweet memories of her mother. Rather, she had a duty to complete. A compulsion that drove her. For that, she needed as much information as she could gather. After all, blindly running into danger always ended up in hitting brick walls. Her mission wasn't terribly time sensitive. She could bide her time to make sure it happened perfectly. Preparations were important, after all.
With the drizzle turning her fishtail parka and face-mask from anti-social streetwear to inconspicuous daily wear, the daylit streets of the red light district paid no attention to the tall woman. Not that they would pay much attention in the first place, though. Most people who came through the district during the day were either transient or permanent fixtures. Nobody that would remember and want to talk about everything that happened, especially about something as innocuous as someone who didn't want to be seen. The only people out during the daylight hours were the slightly less skeezy characters that looked at outsiders for quick meals. Case in point, a young, thin, and neurotic woman being accosted by a host that seemed to think obviously highly of himself.
Curiosity filled Marina. A neurotic woman with a large suitcase and the salt of the red light district host that looked for easy marks to trick into ordering overpriced drinks. She never really liked it. The exploitative nature of the place, that is. It always felt unclean to her. For a while, she listened to the lies the man spouted. To anyone familiar with (or who were) scum, it was obvious what he was doing. The neurotic woman didn't quite have the willpower to say no or run. Simply letting it happen would have left a bad taste in Marina's mouth, so she stepped in.
"Hey," she demanded his attention, "what are you doing?" She was rather close to his back. Uncomfortably close, even. She didn't even bother to turn her face down at the man. She just sharply glared at him from her advantageous position, like a lion eyeing their prey.
Marina could be someone she bumped into while she did her call-girl things. This is, of course, assuming Asuras and OwO don't mind these respective relations. Cause otherwise Tsurushi will have no frens. Which will be sad :C
thawt's so sad awexa pway despacito
yea that sounds good
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