It's fine, it's fine. He's dying for a good cause.
[Okay, Kashuu...
But there it goes, goodbye pillow. And goodbye Kashuu for a hot second, because of course he can't watch someone slice-and-dice things with such finesse and not end up dealing with a memory fresh from samurai hell.
Granted, it's very-- blurry? Vague? He's swept away for a brief moment, into some dark and cramped building that he can't discern any details of. There are people around him yelling, swinging swords, but one person - someone, whose face he can't see, whose name he doesn't remember - is hacking away at them effortlessly. Steel slides through flesh like it had slid through paper and cloth just moments before, and the person seems to possess an almost inhuman grace as he moves.
It's a little more disturbing when it's blood and guts hitting the floor rather than pillow stuffing, but to his credit, Kashuu's dang fast at adapting and it only takes him a couple of seconds to shake himself out of the post-hallucinomemory haze.]
—That sounds like an insult, somehow.
[And he even has it in him to be offended! Good work, team.]
I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE im laughing
[Okay, Kashuu...
But there it goes, goodbye pillow. And goodbye Kashuu for a hot second, because of course he can't watch someone slice-and-dice things with such finesse and not end up dealing with a memory fresh from samurai hell.
Granted, it's very-- blurry? Vague? He's swept away for a brief moment, into some dark and cramped building that he can't discern any details of. There are people around him yelling, swinging swords, but one person - someone, whose face he can't see, whose name he doesn't remember - is hacking away at them effortlessly. Steel slides through flesh like it had slid through paper and cloth just moments before, and the person seems to possess an almost inhuman grace as he moves.
It's a little more disturbing when it's blood and guts hitting the floor rather than pillow stuffing, but to his credit, Kashuu's dang fast at adapting and it only takes him a couple of seconds to shake himself out of the post-hallucinomemory haze.]
—That sounds like an insult, somehow.
[And he even has it in him to be offended! Good work, team.]