What the fuck is my life. How do you stumble on this kind of shit?
Is my life cursed? Maybe I am cursed.
Wake up as an handicapped. Get super duper pain. Your mom's a prostitute. Your dad tries to sell you for more drinks. Your grandfather is a super strong guy that doesn't fuckin care about you but protect his son from getting killed by you. Then there's the war and...oh.
Wait.
I AM CURSED!
And finally, my cursed luck came catching up to me because I stumbled on something weird.
I guess that's what happens when you try to infiltrate a brothel as a two years old and follow everything that looks weird to try and save your mother from prostitution.
What the fuck is my life.
What the FUCK is my life.
"Are you for real here?" That's the blond woman who said that. The more I look at her, the more she looks weird to my sense. She's really. Fucking. Average. I don't even know how to describe it, or describe her. She's just...so average. Average face, average chin, average brown eyes, average length of hair.
The only not average thing with her is her voice. Which is grunty, rough, and frankly, sounds quite annoyed as she pulls off one of her high heels and rubs her sore foot.
"I am not joking. Yamato is preparing himself to round them up, you could confirm yourself if you wish, second floor window"
The blood woman stares at the staff for a very long time before putting her bare foot down, pull another high heel from her OTHER foot off, and throw it away somewhere. Randomly.
I duck down before getting my head split open by high heels.
Don't breathe hard and keep your crossbow close nebe. First off. Kill the man, he's the most dangerous guy. Use the shock to get the fuck away from all of them, make a shit ton of noise and gather more staff. Can I make me look invisible while making a shit ton of noise? I'm not sure? But I may need to try. This fucker almost found me by looking at the ground!? MY CLOAK IS DRY NOW! THERE'S NOT EVEN WATER DROPLETS! Or did he just felt my cloak brush against him? I don't know? How many kunais do I have on me, five, how many bolts? Six. I know the pockets, I need better close combat options, I don't know what, but maybe mess with my illusions a bit more? I should have practiced harde-!
"I believe youuuu" with a looooong exhausted grunt, black hair answers the staff. She's laying on the bed right now. Back first, arms splayed like a starfish as she stretches like some kind of cat.
She looks.
So.
Fucking.
Average.
I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not fucking hallucinating. But nope. I'm sure of it.
She's average. So average it's getting kind of creepy now that I'm looking at it well, she's like....really average. As AVERAGE as her blond friend. Average chin. Average nose. Average....everything?
What the...
I look left. At the blond woman massaging one of her feet, back on the wall. Perfectly average.
I look right. At the black haired women stretching on the bed like a cat. Perfectly average.
But different...somehow?
Urgh. I'm getting a fucking headache, what is WRONG with them!? It's as if I could remove one of their face, plaster it on the other face, and they'll look exactly the same as before. But...no? Because they're...not looking...like...the...same?
I'm getting a headache.
I'm getting a genuine headache...why do they look like that.
Why do the blond girl has a random fucking mole as if...as if...she needed to complete something, add some forced organic spice, she looks...drawn?
She looks...engineered? She looks? They look...
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WITH MY BRAIN!
"Why? Why?" The blond woman talks again, her voice doesn't fit AT ALL, wuth her skimpy clothes and...her average fucking...cute face? With a frown building up on her...weird inhuman face... She talks "Why now?"
The staff man is a breath of fresh hair. When I look at him, the tension in my shoulders drop, the frown I didn't notice I had drops too. My headache drops. He's...a man.
A normal fucking man.
He looks average but in a NORMAL fashion. He has a slight tilt on his left, probably a lefty, his lips are chapped from not drinking enough water and the way he stands up straight tell me he walks around a lot, which makes sense considered he's a staff in a brothel, a staff that walks in hallway, accompany customers in baths, and move around alone to light up paper lanterns.
He looks.
LIKE AN AVERAGE MAN!
But...but ONE THAT DOESN'T BREAK MY BRAIN!
And when he talks. His voice fits with his appearance. It's calm, slightly subdued but has an hint of spunk from dealing with dumb customers that push boundaries.
"I have no idea. But I do believe you're smart enough to guess what it means"
The black haired woman who looks more and more disgusting the more I stare at her, the more I focus on her instead on letting her drift away in the background, complains. "Urghhhh" she puts both arms on her head, covering her weird ass face that looks like a failed painting, or some kind of ai generated drawing.
Yeah. Hide your face bitch, hurts my brain. Literally.
"Buuuuuuut I want to reeeest"
The blond woman gives her a look "Stop acting like a kid and get ready, we need to move before he gets here"
With her right foot. And her right foot only. She grabs her right heel that's still under her, lift it, put it on, and start walking toward me.
Okay that was dexterous alright. Slinking toward the right of the bed to avoid her, the blond woman go take her high heel she threw away close to me back.
And as she puts it back on. She frowns.
Just like the staff did a second ago. She frowns, and stare at the wall I was resting on. There's nothing there.
I frown too. Looking at her face. Then at the spot she's been staring for two seconds too long, then at her weird ass face, then at the spot, then at her, WHY IS SHE STARING AT NOTHING!
"So...what do we do now?"
The blond woman stops staring to look at the one who talked. The only other girl in this room.
"I'll go warn Shun" She points at the other girl "Go find that Youta and trail him" her thumbs point at the man "Go check on the round up and see if there's anything wrong, warn us if something goes wrong"
The staff nods once, the woman on the bed pushes herself to sitting and act like she's crying as she puts back her own heels.
Feeling the mood in the room again. I get close to the door, and close to the wall. To avoid the same mistake as before.
They all get ready to leave.
The staff opens the door first, I slink outside before anyone else pass, get in the hallway again, everyone follows close. The door closes, and they all go to the left. They only separate when the prostitutes? I think? Whatever, when the girls go toward the doors that lead to the fireplace, and the staff turns and take the stairs up.
The only place I didn't visit yet.
And to be honest.
If that's between following those eldritch looking things that makes me feel queasy as fuck, or following a random if suspicious man somewhere I ALREADY planned to explore. Well.
The choice is quickly done.