[ One sword is not here to be in the water. In fact, one might say he is very bad at going to the beach. Yamanbagiri continues to wear his cloak over his suimsuit, and he refuses to go swimming. The closest he'll get is where the waves have crashed and receded over the sand a while ago. There he finds something to pass the time. He starts by building the citadel using compressed piles of sand then carving it. He adds the stables, constructed of driftwood fragments. The field is populated by tiny shells, kelp, and seaweed that has washed ashore. Then the waves grow stronger again and reach farther and farther up the shore. There's not much time before the citadel will be flooded.
Instead of moving out of the way of the incoming wave and staying dry, Yamanbagiri starts hacking away at the sand with his shovel intending to make a large moat to divert the water away from his work. His eyes are full of determination at the task of saving the citadel from watery destruction. ]
007 KBCGULLS?!
[ Here Yamanbagiri was, minding his own business when this flock of death decide to surround him. He pays them no mind at first. He'll just walk closer to the tide pools and try to hide among the rocks... but the birds follow and begin to fiercely peck at his cloak, tearing strings from the frayed edges. Loud caws fill the air. Yamanbagiri starts sprinting across the sands.
This is happening because he's a replica, isn't it?! ]
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[ One sword is not here to be in the water. In fact, one might say he is very bad at going to the beach. Yamanbagiri continues to wear his cloak over his suimsuit, and he refuses to go swimming. The closest he'll get is where the waves have crashed and receded over the sand a while ago. There he finds something to pass the time. He starts by building the citadel using compressed piles of sand then carving it. He adds the stables, constructed of driftwood fragments. The field is populated by tiny shells, kelp, and seaweed that has washed ashore. Then the waves grow stronger again and reach farther and farther up the shore. There's not much time before the citadel will be flooded.
Instead of moving out of the way of the incoming wave and staying dry, Yamanbagiri starts hacking away at the sand with his shovel intending to make a large moat to divert the water away from his work. His eyes are full of determination at the task of saving the citadel from watery destruction. ]
007 KBCGULLS?!
[ Here Yamanbagiri was, minding his own business when this flock of death decide to surround him. He pays them no mind at first. He'll just walk closer to the tide pools and try to hide among the rocks... but the birds follow and begin to fiercely peck at his cloak, tearing strings from the frayed edges. Loud caws fill the air. Yamanbagiri starts sprinting across the sands.
This is happening because he's a replica, isn't it?! ]
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