Why do these things always happen to me? [Active/Open]
Characters: Hanagata, open
Content: Another new arrival in the city.
Location: A street near the Strand 2.0.
Time of day: Late afternoon Thursday
Warnings: Fabulousness. And this intro log contains spoilers for the ending of Saber Marionette J, but honestly, it's twelve years old...
The first problem was that this very obviously wasn't Japoness anymore. The architecture was completely wrong. It looked by all rights so much more like Gartlant, right down to the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere of the place. And the state of the buildings he could see... Mitsurugi Hanagata slumped to his knees, not caring whether his pristine white outfit was tarnished by the dust of the street. It was over. They hadn't made it in time. And now Terra II was... Everyone was gone. He couldn't see another living soul anywhere around. (He didn't think to wonder why he was still alive, and now seemingly in Gartlant. He'd survived some pretty rough attacks, after all. Maybe the force of one of those explosions had sent him flying all that distance.)
Otaru-kun was... and Yumeji... Even those three marionettes, annoying as they were, he had to admit weren't so bad. And now all of them were dead, along with everyone else. Clenching his fists on the ground in front of him, Hanagata bowed his head and his shoulders began to shake.
Everything was gone. Nothing was left.
"Otaru-kun..." His voice shook as he let out a shout. "Otaru-kun, you idiot!"
His words echoed down the streets. He took no mind to the fact that he was disturbing the peace; after all, nobody else was left. Right?
Content: Another new arrival in the city.
Location: A street near the Strand 2.0.
Time of day: Late afternoon Thursday
Warnings: Fabulousness. And this intro log contains spoilers for the ending of Saber Marionette J, but honestly, it's twelve years old...
The first problem was that this very obviously wasn't Japoness anymore. The architecture was completely wrong. It looked by all rights so much more like Gartlant, right down to the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere of the place. And the state of the buildings he could see... Mitsurugi Hanagata slumped to his knees, not caring whether his pristine white outfit was tarnished by the dust of the street. It was over. They hadn't made it in time. And now Terra II was... Everyone was gone. He couldn't see another living soul anywhere around. (He didn't think to wonder why he was still alive, and now seemingly in Gartlant. He'd survived some pretty rough attacks, after all. Maybe the force of one of those explosions had sent him flying all that distance.)
Otaru-kun was... and Yumeji... Even those three marionettes, annoying as they were, he had to admit weren't so bad. And now all of them were dead, along with everyone else. Clenching his fists on the ground in front of him, Hanagata bowed his head and his shoulders began to shake.
Everything was gone. Nothing was left.
"Otaru-kun..." His voice shook as he let out a shout. "Otaru-kun, you idiot!"
His words echoed down the streets. He took no mind to the fact that he was disturbing the peace; after all, nobody else was left. Right?