To be clear, Lucy looked both ways before crossing the street.
But the corner to her left had a lot of foliage, so the visibility in that direction wasn’t great. Even so, whoever was driving that truck was clearly driving recklessly.
Look, extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, and it is a deeply extraordinary claim that Suture isn’t being fucked with right now.
He gets her as far as he reasonably can before he has to run off and shoot Deskari with a Midnight Bolt.
…Huh, someone getting in a lucky hit against Deskari makes sense; it happening twice the same way seems less like luck.
Well. She’s going to see if she can—and she doesn’t like looting dead bodies, but—if the tech level here is as low as it seems, then all these weapons and armor are handmade, and that’s expensive…
A dead crusader’s pilfered shield nets her twenty GC; the chain shirt she steals off of the same corpse gets her a hundred.
Well. Okay. That seems feasible for funding the scroll of Shrink Item.
As long as she can survive long enough to loot sevenish corpses.
Okay. Let’s see if she can do that.
She crawls along the ground, trying to avoid the patches of conflict as best she can, and…probably the demons all think the armed crusaders are higher priority? There are enough of them, still, that this seems plausible, and they all seem to be ignoring her.
They continue ignoring her even after she successfully inventories enough gear to sell for the 750 GC needed to buy the scroll of shrink item, and starts sneak-crawling towards Terendelev’s corpse, which is weirder, but she doesn’t have an alternate hypothesis right now.
Okay. Lucy buys the scroll she needs, and opens it. She…doesn’t fully understand it, by any means…but she thinks she understands it well enough to get it to do something?
The something that it does is blow up in her face.
Good to know that there’s an afterlife here, she supposes! She is definitely going to do more investigation into that before she even considers going there, though.
Not to mention the problems in Kenabres that she’s trying to solve.
She selects [Load Previous Save].
“I don’t suppose you have a scroll on you that I could practice attempting to cast from,” she says to Hulrun.
That’s not even harsh but fair, it’s just plain Original Flavor fair.
What…can she accomplish…in the few minutes before Attempting To Scroll practice can resume. Nothing physical, of course, unless it’s sufficiently high-value to move her save forward about…
Well, maybe now is a good time to savescum her Gacha? Or, no, she has more system documentation to investigate.
“Info, crafting,” she murmurs.
Oh, good It is honestly pretty fucked up that that’s her reaction at this point. If she starts crawling around looting corpses is Suture going to find her again?
“Get out the scroll you’re carrying, and teach me to read it, starting from the assumption that you, specifically, had been teaching me how to read a scroll from nothing, and gotten interrupted here-ish.” She makes some illustrative hand gestures.
“I’m time looping and you’re weirdly cooperative for, I’m assuming a demon, based on the name Suture.”