Return from the Wastes
Characters: Miroku and OPEN!!!!
When: Dec. 10th early morning
Where: Where ever
Rating: PG...at least it should be.
Summary: Miroku is returning from the Wastes.
Despite Sango's warning, he had decided to explore the wastes by himself. He had thought that he was gone for only a day but instead it turned out to be two weeks.
Throughout those weeks, he had fought off a series of different monsters, however, he was okay. His clothing is torn, slightly burnt and on his face, there's a deep cut. There's also one on his shoulder and some of his ribs are broken from a trip down a hill. He puts more pressure on his staff but unless you know him well, it's difficult to see this. He also has bruise on his lower jaw, but besides that he doesn't look too bad.
He was trudging through the city, unaware of who was around him. Instead, his mind was tuned onto the animus and what he had experienced since arriving here. He could not believe that Sango had to suffer here alone, without any of the people from his world to help her. He knew that she was a tough woman, but he felt as though he should have been there sooner. He shook his head as he continued trudging along. His staff clicking on the road as his eyes stare out in front of him.
When: Dec. 10th early morning
Where: Where ever
Rating: PG...at least it should be.
Summary: Miroku is returning from the Wastes.
Despite Sango's warning, he had decided to explore the wastes by himself. He had thought that he was gone for only a day but instead it turned out to be two weeks.
Throughout those weeks, he had fought off a series of different monsters, however, he was okay. His clothing is torn, slightly burnt and on his face, there's a deep cut. There's also one on his shoulder and some of his ribs are broken from a trip down a hill. He puts more pressure on his staff but unless you know him well, it's difficult to see this. He also has bruise on his lower jaw, but besides that he doesn't look too bad.
He was trudging through the city, unaware of who was around him. Instead, his mind was tuned onto the animus and what he had experienced since arriving here. He could not believe that Sango had to suffer here alone, without any of the people from his world to help her. He knew that she was a tough woman, but he felt as though he should have been there sooner. He shook his head as he continued trudging along. His staff clicking on the road as his eyes stare out in front of him.