It wasn't just Elphelt who was slower in registering everything. The one difference was that when Ragna woke up before her, he was single-minded on leaping out of bed and blaming Rachel (or Kokonoe. She's a close with this shit) for where he's ended up. But when he got no answers, read the watch's message in full once more and finally calmed down...and registered that he wasn't alone in this luxurious, champagne gifted abode, he's left just. Staring. Not lecherously, but just. Trapped like a deer in the headlights.
Is this really happening? He fell asleep in a field somewhere next to Tao and and got rudely taken out of a rare good dream, and now he's waking up in the same bed with some chick like they'd just—
Oh there's the shriek. And there's Ragna's own yell, albeit cut off when she quite literally puts a HOLE IN THE ROOF FROM JUMPING. And his instinctive "pain by proxy" kicks in as if he could feel that thud as he winces. This is getting way too zany, way too fast and before he can reflexively ask if she's okay, she's already got a pistol pointed at him. He doesn't have his sword, otherwise he might have reacted differently— or perhaps Ragna was still too boggled by literally everything happening at once that he's got no choice but to throw his hands up in the air. ]
WHOA whoa, lady!
[ "Who're you? Where am I?" ]
[ Still with his hands up and clipping back just as fast: ]
Ragna the Bloodedge. How the hell do I know? Who the hell are you?!
arcsys meet arcsys— i mean 1a.
It wasn't just Elphelt who was slower in registering everything. The one difference was that when Ragna woke up before her, he was single-minded on leaping out of bed and blaming Rachel (or Kokonoe. She's a close with this shit) for where he's ended up. But when he got no answers, read the watch's message in full once more and finally calmed down...and registered that he wasn't alone in this luxurious, champagne gifted abode, he's left just. Staring. Not lecherously, but just. Trapped like a deer in the headlights.
Is this really happening? He fell asleep in a field somewhere next to Tao and and got rudely taken out of a rare good dream, and now he's waking up in the same bed with some chick like they'd just—
Oh there's the shriek. And there's Ragna's own yell, albeit cut off when she quite literally puts a HOLE IN THE ROOF FROM JUMPING. And his instinctive "pain by proxy" kicks in as if he could feel that thud as he winces. This is getting way too zany, way too fast and before he can reflexively ask if she's okay, she's already got a pistol pointed at him. He doesn't have his sword, otherwise he might have reacted differently— or perhaps Ragna was still too boggled by literally everything happening at once that he's got no choice but to throw his hands up in the air. ]
WHOA whoa, lady!
[ "Who're you? Where am I?" ]
[ Still with his hands up and clipping back just as fast: ]
Ragna the Bloodedge. How the hell do I know? Who the hell are you?!