[ falling out of the sky in a metal pod was, and still is, new. being jostled around like a pinball in said pod is definitely an experience that oda didn't feel like repeating (even though the drawback of being able to involuntarily see the future is, you end up experiencing once-in-a-lifetime events twice whether you'd like to or not). so by the time he felt the thing skid against the ground, jam itself against a rockface and give him a somewhat substantial headache, oda was very ready to be out of the pod and back on (hopefully) solid ground.
as usual, the universe doesn't give a shit about what he wants. which, he thinks, rather philosophically, is comforting in the sense that some things just don't change. the jammed door makes a whining sort of sound, but otherwise doesn't budge. the sound of a voice, then, is welcome, even as oda has to pause for a moment to make sure it wasn't all in his head. ]
Yeah, I am. Been making a habit of it recently. [ for better or for worse, oda's not sure yet. he hadn't been dead for very long, but it hadn't been such a bad thing. he pauses for a moment, thoughtful. ] Wanna help give the door a kick?
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as usual, the universe doesn't give a shit about what he wants. which, he thinks, rather philosophically, is comforting in the sense that some things just don't change. the jammed door makes a whining sort of sound, but otherwise doesn't budge. the sound of a voice, then, is welcome, even as oda has to pause for a moment to make sure it wasn't all in his head. ]
Yeah, I am. Been making a habit of it recently. [ for better or for worse, oda's not sure yet. he hadn't been dead for very long, but it hadn't been such a bad thing. he pauses for a moment, thoughtful. ] Wanna help give the door a kick?