Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

[ghostricked]

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

Comments

Hallways

[foxetious]

Oho, up already? You must be more sturdy than I thought.

[boardreversal]

...Huh?

[He's halfway inbetween closing another window when he stops, turning to face gin.]

You're...Ichimaru-san, right? What do you mean?

[foxetious]

That's me! [an almost cheerful wave] You just seemed very affected by Sho's actions. Humans can be so fragile, you'll have to forgive me for worrying.

[He doesn't look like he's worried a day in his life.]

[boardreversal]

What - oh, come on, Ichimaru-san.

[Yeah, he's getting the impression Gin doesn't actually....care.]

I just...freaked out, I guess? I've never had someone's arms cut off in front of me before.

[HE'S ALSO NEVER BEEN HELD HOSTAGE BEFORE EITHER, BUT-

Actually.

Gin might notice it's...odd that he's not a shivering wreck, or even seems...really scared or phased by it. Sad, but nothing more.]

[foxetious]

[He's not wrong! What's one more new dead soul, in the long run? Even one with an infuriating power as a living human.]

Most people here seem to prefer guns over blades, so I can see why you haven't. A shame, since that's a very efficient way to handicap yourself.

[The lack of sword focus, he means.

Gin does notice the lack of shaking, but tucks the knowledge away and doesn't comment on it yet.]

[boardreversal]

Eh...I think it's a matter of being able to learn how to fire a gun pretty quickly, over the years of work it takes to be a master swordfighter.

[He shrugs.]

Also, there's the issue of range. Guns are used because it's easier to hit your targets from farther away, after all - and they're generally safer to wield for the user.