as the wicked wind sweeps the land [active/open]
Characters: Mao, Rosette, open.
Content: He hasn't left his room in a few weeks and it was catching up to him.
Location: Undisclosed location, outside, sitting among the rubble-
Time of day: mid-morning
Warnings: None
Demons never cared but Mao was beyond that, he was below caring. If caring was a number, he'd be at a negative 5,000. He'd de-level with his lack of caring. It had been weeks since he left his room, it'd been some time since he even logged in to the network to look at what's going on. He was known for his shut-in nature at times, Almaz didn't seem that up to going out either as of late. It was just a surreal feeling of helplessness that they possessed, there was nothing they (at least, Mao) felt they could really do. It aggravated him, sure, but Mao hid instead of coming out and helping. Helping was something humans did, not demons. Even if he wanted to take over, he always felt tired and useless.
He disliked this place, to put it lightly.
Mao looked up to the sky, rubbing his eyes to focus better. It was awhile since he last saw sun personally, even in the early morning it was a lot of information to take in.
"Now what?" He muttered to himself as he looked around, his hands resting on the sword he had plunged into the ground for support. It was more or less the same, minus the attacks of giant monsters... for now.
This wasn't his problem, that's for sure. Mao often wondered about what was going on back home, but it only reminded him that it'd be best not to put too much thought into it lately. Especially with Beryl in charge.
Content: He hasn't left his room in a few weeks and it was catching up to him.
Location: Undisclosed location, outside, sitting among the rubble-
Time of day: mid-morning
Warnings: None
Demons never cared but Mao was beyond that, he was below caring. If caring was a number, he'd be at a negative 5,000. He'd de-level with his lack of caring. It had been weeks since he left his room, it'd been some time since he even logged in to the network to look at what's going on. He was known for his shut-in nature at times, Almaz didn't seem that up to going out either as of late. It was just a surreal feeling of helplessness that they possessed, there was nothing they (at least, Mao) felt they could really do. It aggravated him, sure, but Mao hid instead of coming out and helping. Helping was something humans did, not demons. Even if he wanted to take over, he always felt tired and useless.
He disliked this place, to put it lightly.
Mao looked up to the sky, rubbing his eyes to focus better. It was awhile since he last saw sun personally, even in the early morning it was a lot of information to take in.
"Now what?" He muttered to himself as he looked around, his hands resting on the sword he had plunged into the ground for support. It was more or less the same, minus the attacks of giant monsters... for now.
This wasn't his problem, that's for sure. Mao often wondered about what was going on back home, but it only reminded him that it'd be best not to put too much thought into it lately. Especially with Beryl in charge.