Thanks; I hate it (Garden) [ After the initial shock of the shared footage had died down, Majima set his device down and headed to the garden to try and digest things offline, where he could maybe make more sense of the information and decide what to do next.
Only there wasn’t actually anything he could do about it, at least not immediately. The people of Reims, local and otherwise, had claimed not to know much more than the arrivals had already known or guessed. Whatever the truth, it was clear they were frightened and even clearer they didn’t know the full picture – so what was the point of trying to make them cough up more details by force?
Answer: There was none.
Should he see or sense anyone pass by, he’d turn to sign to them: ]
So that fuckin’ happened.
And if I stay it will be double [ A local woman was pulling at Majima's arm, gesticulating excitedly with her hands -- only she was moving so fast he couldn't catch half of what she was saying. ]
Slow down, can't understand --
[ They seemed to be heading past the assigned houses and into a residential area, and while Majima was a tall enough guy that he really shouldn't be letting petite French ladies shoo him around, well. She was being pretty insistent. If someone should pass by, he'd sign: ]
Little help?
[ ooc: Majima's moving into a new place and this is that! ]
Build a bomb shelter basement with titanium walls (Team Seventeen) [ It was a stupid, newbie mistake -- the only consolation Majima had was that he wasn't used to doors closing soundlessly, and that was cold comfort in the instant he turned to watch his exit swing silently closed --
He grabbed for the handle, but no dice. The lock had engaged without so much as an audible click.
Majima Gorō | Yakuza 0
[ After the initial shock of the shared footage had died down, Majima set his device down and headed to the garden to try and digest things offline, where he could maybe make more sense of the information and decide what to do next.
Only there wasn’t actually anything he could do about it, at least not immediately. The people of Reims, local and otherwise, had claimed not to know much more than the arrivals had already known or guessed. Whatever the truth, it was clear they were frightened and even clearer they didn’t know the full picture – so what was the point of trying to make them cough up more details by force?
Answer: There was none.
Should he see or sense anyone pass by, he’d turn to sign to them: ]
So that fuckin’ happened.
And if I stay it will be double
[ A local woman was pulling at Majima's arm, gesticulating excitedly with her hands -- only she was moving so fast he couldn't catch half of what she was saying. ]
Slow down, can't understand --
[ They seemed to be heading past the assigned houses and into a residential area, and while Majima was a tall enough guy that he really shouldn't be letting petite French ladies shoo him around, well. She was being pretty insistent. If someone should pass by, he'd sign: ]
Little help?
[ ooc: Majima's moving into a new place and this is that! ]
Build a bomb shelter basement with titanium walls (Team Seventeen)
[ It was a stupid, newbie mistake -- the only consolation Majima had was that he wasn't used to doors closing soundlessly, and that was cold comfort in the instant he turned to watch his exit swing silently closed --
He grabbed for the handle, but no dice. The lock had engaged without so much as an audible click.
Well, shit. ]
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