Merilan
2014-12-16, 05:01 PM
Military drum beat.
This is the most difficult mission of your young and precarious life. I shall not take it against you personally should you choose to decline, nor will it affect your standing in society's eyes. You may not return from this whole - it will warp your perception of life, of nature, of society, it will cast figures within shadows you've never subconsciously dreamt of.
You're still here. Good.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is...
It's raining. It always seems to be, at the worst times. And it's a driving rain as well - the kind where the droplets are at times coming in sideways and making you curse the technological limitations of umbrellas.
Nonetheless, Lyeo Myung-Hon -- dressed in a waterproof parka with a strangely adorable fur ruff -- is hurrying at a clipped pace down the commercial district, transparent umbrella in hand. She has a mission. She has accepted it. This is the sole duty in her life, the most important objective to achieve, a matter of life and death--
She skids to a halt, turns, and stiffly bows before her target, a middle-aged man unaware of the mission.
"I would like 1.5 kilograms of silken tofu, 0.5 kilograms of firm and pressed tofu, and 250 grams of imported doenjang, thank you very much...!"
The sign above her reads: 'Welcome to Kosabe Tofu.'
This is the most difficult mission of your young and precarious life. I shall not take it against you personally should you choose to decline, nor will it affect your standing in society's eyes. You may not return from this whole - it will warp your perception of life, of nature, of society, it will cast figures within shadows you've never subconsciously dreamt of.
You're still here. Good.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is...
It's raining. It always seems to be, at the worst times. And it's a driving rain as well - the kind where the droplets are at times coming in sideways and making you curse the technological limitations of umbrellas.
Nonetheless, Lyeo Myung-Hon -- dressed in a waterproof parka with a strangely adorable fur ruff -- is hurrying at a clipped pace down the commercial district, transparent umbrella in hand. She has a mission. She has accepted it. This is the sole duty in her life, the most important objective to achieve, a matter of life and death--
She skids to a halt, turns, and stiffly bows before her target, a middle-aged man unaware of the mission.
"I would like 1.5 kilograms of silken tofu, 0.5 kilograms of firm and pressed tofu, and 250 grams of imported doenjang, thank you very much...!"
The sign above her reads: 'Welcome to Kosabe Tofu.'