Ina couldn't fathom what on earth was wrong with these people.
The streets were dark - strange to a people used to streetlights that never went out, but it seemed perfectly normal to her, even if she wasn't entirely sure why so many people were venturing out without so much as a candle to aid them. Vehicles no longer moving - well, of course not, there weren't horses there to pull anything (and why did none of these supposed carts have wheels?). She didn't see a city devoid of everything that allowed it to function; Ina saw only people in the grip of some sort of madness, smashing windows, overrunning storefronts, and attacking each other without cause.
"Stop, all of you!" Nobody was listening. Nobody seemed to even hear her, over the yells and -
Screams. Some of that didn't sound like the panic of people who were frightened but not yet hurt, though; she was sure she heard something bloodcurdling, something that spoke of worse violence happening.
And so up she went, vaulting herself up onto a ledge and away from the press of the human (except maybe not, some of them didn't look human at all, but there was no time to worry about that) tide, where she could start heading in the opposite direction without being swept along towards...something. Nowhere, more than likely. There didn't seem to be any aim or goal in the crowd's consciousness at all, although the farther back she went, the more people seemed worried about getting away from there.
Because the screams were getting louder, too.
She ducked into an alley off the main street, skidding to a halt, her bow whipping up to aim at several men (probably? the right build, although something, again, seemed not quite human about them) in masks, standing over a figure on the ground and holding knives and table legs and anything they'd found that would serve as a weapon in a pinch. Makeshift weapons probably meant things they weren't terribly practiced with, didn't have much finesse when using.
They'd regret that.
"You're all being ridiculous," she snapped, drawing the bowstring just a bit farther back. "Cease this foolishness and leave, now."
inahime | samurai warriors
The streets were dark - strange to a people used to streetlights that never went out, but it seemed perfectly normal to her, even if she wasn't entirely sure why so many people were venturing out without so much as a candle to aid them. Vehicles no longer moving - well, of course not, there weren't horses there to pull anything (and why did none of these supposed carts have wheels?). She didn't see a city devoid of everything that allowed it to function; Ina saw only people in the grip of some sort of madness, smashing windows, overrunning storefronts, and attacking each other without cause.
"Stop, all of you!" Nobody was listening. Nobody seemed to even hear her, over the yells and -
Screams. Some of that didn't sound like the panic of people who were frightened but not yet hurt, though; she was sure she heard something bloodcurdling, something that spoke of worse violence happening.
And so up she went, vaulting herself up onto a ledge and away from the press of the human (except maybe not, some of them didn't look human at all, but there was no time to worry about that) tide, where she could start heading in the opposite direction without being swept along towards...something. Nowhere, more than likely. There didn't seem to be any aim or goal in the crowd's consciousness at all, although the farther back she went, the more people seemed worried about getting away from there.
Because the screams were getting louder, too.
She ducked into an alley off the main street, skidding to a halt, her bow whipping up to aim at several men (probably? the right build, although something, again, seemed not quite human about them) in masks, standing over a figure on the ground and holding knives and table legs and anything they'd found that would serve as a weapon in a pinch. Makeshift weapons probably meant things they weren't terribly practiced with, didn't have much finesse when using.
They'd regret that.
"You're all being ridiculous," she snapped, drawing the bowstring just a bit farther back. "Cease this foolishness and leave, now."