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[princeproblems]

[The first thing Makoto experiences upon waking up is disorientation. One moment, she was in Tokyo, coming off of the high that came with their concert in the Tokyo Dome and chilling with her friends post-concert. The next? Well, she was washed up on some beach somewhere with a load of scratches covering her body and nothing seems to make much sense. It's quiet and eerie and Makoto is decidedly not good at handling that sort of thing.

She's jumpy and nervous at best, and probably prone to screaming if someone catches her by surprise. She wanders across the beach cautiously, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. And maybe, just maybe, there's a tiny voice at the back of her head reminding her that she's normally braver than this. Not that this situation is her fault, really.

After awhile of searching, though, she decides to call out for help.]

Hello!? Is anyone there!?

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[miell]

[ He shook his head, ambling towards one of the few mirrors in the room. How roughed up did he--urgh, he instantly regretted that decision. ]

While not untrue, I wonder if you'd have been better received if I was not with you. I don't see why they could call you a beast, after all.

[princeproblems]

If they don't take you, they're not getting me, though. We're in this until the bitter end now!

[She's not even paying any mind to the mirrors because she knows she looks like hell and honestly doesn't want to see it.]

[terraria]

While noble, there's really no reason to do that.

[ It's a gentle reprimand, before he's rummaging around with a huff. ]

Suppose it was too much to imagine they would have anything lying around...