(( Sakichi here is basically your overzealous mailman. Detailed info here! I'm still open to plotting, so feel free to hit me up on his workshop thread!))
[ I-a.
There hasn't been much mail to deliver lately. Sakichi hadn't paid much thought toward why that might be until now. He stares up at the colossal dome encapsulating the city, and feels faintly disturbed that he's never noticed it before. Why did he think the darkness befalling the city was simply a natural weather event? Absurd. The light beaming from the headlamp strapped onto his trusty postal cap reaches for the distant dome, futile.
... Well. Regardless, there's nothing he can do about it at the moment. He's got a bag full of mail that won't deliver itself. Mail first, eerie black dome second. Sakichi trots off to continue his route.
As he walks along, he notices that everyone else is just going about their day as usual. Is he the only one who's noticed the giant black prison they're in? Surely not. So as he hands the mail off, he asks you, the convenient Retrospec user on hand: ]
Excuse me. Has that dome always been there?
[ I-b.
Sakichi's done with work. He travels out to the edge of the dome.
His colleagues at the post office were unable to provide him with a satisfactory answer in regards to the correlation between the dome and the recent decrease in mail traffic. Sakichi will just have to probe this issue himself.
Cautious, he picks up a rock and chucks it at the dome. It lights up for three seconds and then zaps him. He blacks out.
... Someone should probably deal with his unconscious ass before someone else trips over him. ]
[ III.
So a mysterious black dome is sealing your city away from all outside contact. Big deal. If your higher-ups say it isn't a problem, it isn't a problem. You keep delivering the mail.
However, a problem arises when you get laser tagged and confetti starts raining down on you. The confetti invades every aspect of your being, including your mail satchel. Confetti-covered mail is both unprofessional and an annoyance to its recipient. Therefore, laser tag death is not an option.
Here's your local mailman traveling under the cover of darkness. No lights to guide his way, the better to travel in stealth. He avoids the streetlamps and ensures that he has a cover option at all times; he must be prepared for an ambush. He can assume no citizen's intent.
So like. Yeah, here's your dimly lit mailman crouched behind a bush or low wall, only his hat and eyes visible, a laser sight trained on you. ]
Sakichi Ishida | Rengoku ni Warau
[ I-a.
There hasn't been much mail to deliver lately. Sakichi hadn't paid much thought toward why that might be until now. He stares up at the colossal dome encapsulating the city, and feels faintly disturbed that he's never noticed it before. Why did he think the darkness befalling the city was simply a natural weather event? Absurd. The light beaming from the headlamp strapped onto his trusty postal cap reaches for the distant dome, futile.
... Well. Regardless, there's nothing he can do about it at the moment. He's got a bag full of mail that won't deliver itself. Mail first, eerie black dome second. Sakichi trots off to continue his route.
As he walks along, he notices that everyone else is just going about their day as usual. Is he the only one who's noticed the giant black prison they're in? Surely not. So as he hands the mail off, he asks you, the convenient Retrospec user on hand: ]
Excuse me. Has that dome always been there?
[ I-b.
Sakichi's done with work. He travels out to the edge of the dome.
His colleagues at the post office were unable to provide him with a satisfactory answer in regards to the correlation between the dome and the recent decrease in mail traffic. Sakichi will just have to probe this issue himself.
Cautious, he picks up a rock and chucks it at the dome. It lights up for three seconds and then zaps him. He blacks out.
... Someone should probably deal with his unconscious ass before someone else trips over him. ]
[ III.
So a mysterious black dome is sealing your city away from all outside contact. Big deal. If your higher-ups say it isn't a problem, it isn't a problem. You keep delivering the mail.
However, a problem arises when you get laser tagged and confetti starts raining down on you. The confetti invades every aspect of your being, including your mail satchel. Confetti-covered mail is both unprofessional and an annoyance to its recipient. Therefore, laser tag death is not an option.
Here's your local mailman traveling under the cover of darkness. No lights to guide his way, the better to travel in stealth. He avoids the streetlamps and ensures that he has a cover option at all times; he must be prepared for an ambush. He can assume no citizen's intent.
So like. Yeah, here's your dimly lit mailman crouched behind a bush or low wall, only his hat and eyes visible, a laser sight trained on you. ]
Please show me your laser gun.