[Immediately, he's confused as to whether this is a dream or not. Standing in the middle of ice in only his normal school uniform, he's not equipped for the weather at all. By all means, he should be suffering a lot more than just some shivering, if he got out here— but if this was a dream, he wouldn't feel that chill at all, would he? His dreams are always pain free.
There's not enough time to consider any of this. Just as he takes a hesitant step forward, something catches the light and sparkles from above the ice some distance away. It's like glass, pointed and beautiful and coming straight his way. He stumbles back, watching the fin trace around him and fracture the ice, his arms stuck hugging himself and unable to do much more.
It looks like he's not the only one on this chunk of ice, though. He spots them now, after a turn of his head, following how the shark is beginning to trace around them. Stumbling a little with the jostling of the ice around them, he moves towards this stranger, forcing one of his ice cold hands out to reach for them as a means of support.]
It seems as though it wants to trap us. [This is his idea of a greeting, way too calm and stuck between pretending and hoping this is all just a dream, and keeping his composure up for pride's sake. Maybe this person is more capable at escaping ice sharks. Or maybe they'll both be stuck on ice, stumbling about to find a way free.]
Quicksand
[When it's Eichi's turn to lend a helping hand, he's just as calm about it, oddly enough. His feet take him cautiously closer, until he's sure that another step forward would bring him to sinking as well, and he bends forward, peering at the person before him.]
Is this what they call "quicksand?" I've never seen it in person before. Of course, I wasn't so ignorant as to think that this only existed in things like stories, but to see someone trapped in it just like out of a book... Fufu, it's a little funny, isn't it?
[Don't worry, though, his weird chuckling at their misfortune is followed by him extending his hand, stretching to try and reach them.]
I don't have much of a grip, you know, so please hold on tight.
Wildcard
[AND ANYWHERE ELSE or taking this scenarios and making them different!!]
Eichi Tenshouin ♪ Ensemble Stars!
[Immediately, he's confused as to whether this is a dream or not. Standing in the middle of ice in only his normal school uniform, he's not equipped for the weather at all. By all means, he should be suffering a lot more than just some shivering, if he got out here— but if this was a dream, he wouldn't feel that chill at all, would he? His dreams are always pain free.
There's not enough time to consider any of this. Just as he takes a hesitant step forward, something catches the light and sparkles from above the ice some distance away. It's like glass, pointed and beautiful and coming straight his way. He stumbles back, watching the fin trace around him and fracture the ice, his arms stuck hugging himself and unable to do much more.
It looks like he's not the only one on this chunk of ice, though. He spots them now, after a turn of his head, following how the shark is beginning to trace around them. Stumbling a little with the jostling of the ice around them, he moves towards this stranger, forcing one of his ice cold hands out to reach for them as a means of support.]
It seems as though it wants to trap us. [This is his idea of a greeting, way too calm and stuck between pretending and hoping this is all just a dream, and keeping his composure up for pride's sake. Maybe this person is more capable at escaping ice sharks. Or maybe they'll both be stuck on ice, stumbling about to find a way free.]
Quicksand
[When it's Eichi's turn to lend a helping hand, he's just as calm about it, oddly enough. His feet take him cautiously closer, until he's sure that another step forward would bring him to sinking as well, and he bends forward, peering at the person before him.]
Is this what they call "quicksand?" I've never seen it in person before. Of course, I wasn't so ignorant as to think that this only existed in things like stories, but to see someone trapped in it just like out of a book... Fufu, it's a little funny, isn't it?
[Don't worry, though, his weird chuckling at their misfortune is followed by him extending his hand, stretching to try and reach them.]
I don't have much of a grip, you know, so please hold on tight.
Wildcard
[AND ANYWHERE ELSE or taking this scenarios and making them different!!]