[ Shino's still got years of being stuck as his thirteen year old self that bleeds over: few bother looking twice at leading a thirteen year old by the hand. Or a thirteen year old leading anyone else.
Here, no one cares either way, but he's predisposed toward the ease, even if he's now not quite as cursed as usual. ]
Mm, you do, but...
[ He trails off, brow furrowing while he frowns, searching for better words than the lack of them that first come to mind. ]
Dying here means being encased in crystal. It basically grows out of you or something, covers you all up, and you're stuck like that. No one's really gotten to study much of it, but the few accounts say that when there's enough chroma restored to someone in a crystal-death stasis, the crystal breaks like how we woke up on the moon, and you're alive.
[ He doesn't trust it, not because he thinks it isn't true: he has no reason to believe otherwise. But people coming back okay? Even his lack of staying dead has a consequence, and it's one that unsettles him even as he'd been so stupidly casual about having been shot in the throat and bled out months and months ago. Little wonder Sousuke had slapped him across the face.
His eyes fall back to their clasped hands as he continues to lead them forward on autopilot. ]
This? Maybe a few days, if you're not active. Or under Cordis moon. Or don't have any abilities that wouldn't be considered normal to this world, I guess. It's a headache keeping track of everything that burns extra chroma. Running around burns chroma faster than walking, for example...
[ Everyone's needs are different because there's so many things impacting what does or doesn't cause a body to burn through its chroma reserves, but the simplicity of stating things that way doesn't occur to him. Instead, Link gets his haphazard ramble as he tries to think through his own experiences and what he's told. He's not the best case of "normal," needing more chroma to simply exist day to day. (Thanks, Murasame.) ]
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Here, no one cares either way, but he's predisposed toward the ease, even if he's now not quite as cursed as usual. ]
Mm, you do, but...
[ He trails off, brow furrowing while he frowns, searching for better words than the lack of them that first come to mind. ]
Dying here means being encased in crystal. It basically grows out of you or something, covers you all up, and you're stuck like that. No one's really gotten to study much of it, but the few accounts say that when there's enough chroma restored to someone in a crystal-death stasis, the crystal breaks like how we woke up on the moon, and you're alive.
[ He doesn't trust it, not because he thinks it isn't true: he has no reason to believe otherwise. But people coming back okay? Even his lack of staying dead has a consequence, and it's one that unsettles him even as he'd been so stupidly casual about having been shot in the throat and bled out months and months ago. Little wonder Sousuke had slapped him across the face.
His eyes fall back to their clasped hands as he continues to lead them forward on autopilot. ]
This? Maybe a few days, if you're not active. Or under Cordis moon. Or don't have any abilities that wouldn't be considered normal to this world, I guess. It's a headache keeping track of everything that burns extra chroma. Running around burns chroma faster than walking, for example...
[ Everyone's needs are different because there's so many things impacting what does or doesn't cause a body to burn through its chroma reserves, but the simplicity of stating things that way doesn't occur to him. Instead, Link gets his haphazard ramble as he tries to think through his own experiences and what he's told. He's not the best case of "normal," needing more chroma to simply exist day to day. (Thanks, Murasame.) ]