OOC: Log
ooc: Log
Who: Nanao, Fujiko, Jyabura, and anyone else aboard the SDC Submarine.
What: They've finally arrived to pick up Nanao!
Why: Because if Nanao stayed on the island any longer, there is a 99.7% it would suddenly be overcome with a massive amounts of explosions.
When: Mid-afternoon, a Saturday.
Where: The port of Momoiro/SDC Submarine!
Rating: PG- ( Read more... )
Who: Nanao, Fujiko, Jyabura, and anyone else aboard the SDC Submarine.
What: They've finally arrived to pick up Nanao!
Why: Because if Nanao stayed on the island any longer, there is a 99.7% it would suddenly be overcome with a massive amounts of explosions.
When: Mid-afternoon, a Saturday.
Where: The port of Momoiro/SDC Submarine!
Rating: PG- ( Read more... )
Nanao cringed at the sound of the falsetto chorus, biting her lip as she looked out at the still ocean. No sign of them yet. Had she been forgotten? Or perhaps this was how a certain higher being wanted to put her in her place. Hadn't she earned some salvation, some peace? Years of keeping her Taichou as proper as possible, days of being in this place...had she earned nothing?
And then it rose, like heaven itself had taken the form of a yellow watercraft, and the hatch flew open to reveal a familiar-looking woman: Fujiko.
The shinigami smiled and quickly performed shunpo, using the Reishi in the air to form traction beneath her feet. To anyone watching, she simply stepped forward and vanished, reappearing in an instant beside Fujiko. It was very obvious, very quickly, that her neighbors of the past few days were not at all happy with this change in the situation. Several rather large, muscular "women" began to sob large, ugly tears that smeared their make-up, waving frantically at the young woman.
"COME VISIT SOON, HONEY! AND BRING SOME OF THOSE STRAPPING MALE FRIENDS OF YOURS NEXT TIIIIME~!"
Nanao cringed at their loud voices, shaking her head before turning to Fujiko. "Thank you," was all the she said, being a woman of few words, and she gave a small appreciative half-bow before gracefully jumping down into the submarine.
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"If you want a tour I'll find one of the Justice Brigade members. Otherwise, any room without a plaque on it is empty and yours to take, just add a plaque."
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Justice. A word she never wanted to hear. It had forever been tainted by that bastard Kaname, the traitor who had caused the deaths of so many and even more pain. He said he sought perfect justice, and yet had done nothing but soil the very idea of a fair, just, proper world.
But, perhaps, she was being too harsh. Perhaps she was letting her thoughts get ahead of her. After all, these people weren't him.
"Who is a part of this...brigade?" She looked to Fujiko, mild curiosity visible despite her relatively stoic expression. She held her laptop and a massive book beneath her arm, though did not seem bothered at all by the weight, and simply rested her other hand atop them as she awaited Fujiko's response.
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Nanao was the sort of individual who kept everything in its place, including her emotions, and made sure to maintain proper control of herself. She gave a small half-bow of greeting, always the polite one, and then straightened back up, her slender fingers pushing back her hai away from her face.
"Silver...I believe I've spoken with him as well."
she looked to Fujiko, calmly shifting her book and laptop under her arm before speaking. "Am I the only cook aboard this ship, Fujiko-san? Perhaps I should get acquainted with the kitchen and anyone I may be working beside." It was best to get straight to business...Nanao wanted to be sure she understood her situation entirely.
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