[To say she was horribly lost and confused would be a gross understatement. There’s a shocking clarity of mind that she hasn’t felt in hundreds of years, and the modernness of the world and her new...home?? Thing? Are frightening, driving her to quickly wander into unfamiliar streets.
Was this how it felt for the people she’d spirited away before? Except the place is a little too bright and upon stepping outside the sunlight is so bright to Sae that she actually takes a tumble down the front step of her house and lands heavily on the ground. If her knees are skinned she hardly notices—there’s blood splattered all over the front of her usually pure-white kimono, and a rope-like bruising around her throat, so really, what’s a little more pain and blood?
She reaches up and covers her eyes with a whimper, just trying to adjust to that alone. She struggles to stand up, eyes still closed, and stumbles about blindly, trying to grab onto things to help her find her way.
Or...maybe someone by accident.]
[B. Around Town]
[One she’s finally adjusted to the light of day, Sae spends her time just trying to orientate herself to the surrounding town. She says away from people, taking small steps on bare feet as she stares at the shops and the people and the everything.
It’s all so much. Feeling herself becoming quickly fatigued, Sae takes a few stumbling steps away from a particularly crowded sidewalk, trendies of what looks like...smoke? Maybe? Beginning to curl around her wrist and ankles, drifting out from beneath her clothes. It’s gray and winding around like it has a mind of its own, Sae’s breathing becoming a little short as she struggles for control.
Ducking away into a near-by alleyway seems to help a little though, clutching at her arms and hugging herself tightly as she breathes.]
Are there always so many people...?
[C. Spinning Wheels]
[Spinning wheels aren’t entirely new to Sae, but the ones presented around town at random are of an entirely different design from what she’s used to. So approaching one doesn’t seem out of the ordinary or strange, nor does the desire to touch one... But when she pricks her finger there’s a warning bell in her mind that tells her that it’s weird. Something is off. Why would she randomly want to prick her finger?
The blood is a marvel though. When was the last time she bled? She stares at it, transfixed and rubbing it between her fingers in fascination before realizing that’s kind of weird and she should maybe Not Do That.
So with a shiver she turns away and just. Wipes her bloody fingers off on her kimono (look its already got blood on it, who cares about a little more at this point right?) and washes off the rest.
She’s not immune to the effects though. Shortly after she finishes taking care of the blood, the next person she looks at upon wandering about on the street will find themselves with a little shadow, Sae compelled to follow without even thinking about it. But since she can’t take very long strides in the kimono, she finds herself struggling to keep up sometimes, so the person in question might find their sleeve or the back of their shirt suddenly grasped in Sae’s hands, an anxious, pleading sort of look on her face. She doesn’t say anything, but it’s a look of quiet, ‘please don’t go so far!’ Sort of look.]
Sae Kurosawa | Fatal Frame II
[To say she was horribly lost and confused would be a gross understatement. There’s a shocking clarity of mind that she hasn’t felt in hundreds of years, and the modernness of the world and her new...home?? Thing? Are frightening, driving her to quickly wander into unfamiliar streets.
Was this how it felt for the people she’d spirited away before? Except the place is a little too bright and upon stepping outside the sunlight is so bright to Sae that she actually takes a tumble down the front step of her house and lands heavily on the ground. If her knees are skinned she hardly notices—there’s blood splattered all over the front of her usually pure-white kimono, and a rope-like bruising around her throat, so really, what’s a little more pain and blood?
She reaches up and covers her eyes with a whimper, just trying to adjust to that alone. She struggles to stand up, eyes still closed, and stumbles about blindly, trying to grab onto things to help her find her way.
Or...maybe someone by accident.]
[B. Around Town]
[One she’s finally adjusted to the light of day, Sae spends her time just trying to orientate herself to the surrounding town. She says away from people, taking small steps on bare feet as she stares at the shops and the people and the everything.
It’s all so much. Feeling herself becoming quickly fatigued, Sae takes a few stumbling steps away from a particularly crowded sidewalk, trendies of what looks like...smoke? Maybe? Beginning to curl around her wrist and ankles, drifting out from beneath her clothes. It’s gray and winding around like it has a mind of its own, Sae’s breathing becoming a little short as she struggles for control.
Ducking away into a near-by alleyway seems to help a little though, clutching at her arms and hugging herself tightly as she breathes.]
Are there always so many people...?
[C. Spinning Wheels]
[Spinning wheels aren’t entirely new to Sae, but the ones presented around town at random are of an entirely different design from what she’s used to. So approaching one doesn’t seem out of the ordinary or strange, nor does the desire to touch one... But when she pricks her finger there’s a warning bell in her mind that tells her that it’s weird. Something is off. Why would she randomly want to prick her finger?
The blood is a marvel though. When was the last time she bled? She stares at it, transfixed and rubbing it between her fingers in fascination before realizing that’s kind of weird and she should maybe Not Do That.
So with a shiver she turns away and just. Wipes her bloody fingers off on her kimono (look its already got blood on it, who cares about a little more at this point right?) and washes off the rest.
She’s not immune to the effects though. Shortly after she finishes taking care of the blood, the next person she looks at upon wandering about on the street will find themselves with a little shadow, Sae compelled to follow without even thinking about it. But since she can’t take very long strides in the kimono, she finds herself struggling to keep up sometimes, so the person in question might find their sleeve or the back of their shirt suddenly grasped in Sae’s hands, an anxious, pleading sort of look on her face. She doesn’t say anything, but it’s a look of quiet, ‘please don’t go so far!’ Sort of look.]