PMUSH 202X: Nanako Dojima
Setting: Persona MUSH Universe
Who: Nanako Dojima
When: 202X
Title: The Huntress
The first thing that Nanako Dojima understood was that sometimes, impartiality was the hardest thing to do. The second thing she understood, was the fact that being the justice of the group, the one that constantly spoke up from the back of the group with a rationale for doing what they did, was even harder; if that's even possible. The third and final thing that she understood, was that she missed her family in her heavy, aching heart. The child had grown up in the ten years that have passed, a young, very pretty seventeen year old. Nanako had been put in charge of the younger children with the Underground Railroad style thing that Shirou and Thora Sekigawa were running; this frustrated her, at times, but she kept her temper.
In this way, she was kind of solemn. No one knew of the ache in her heart, when she saw smears of silver on both the wall and in color, that reminded her of Souji Seta. When she heard the whispers of the Governmental forces that worked to inspire hope instead of fear, after the Nyx incident and the subsequent Dojima reassignment to Sumaru. No one knew what truly became of Tohru Adachi; based on the rumors, she suspected him dead - and she didn't dare ask Enoha.
Oh, but Enoha. She worked the Railroad too; this wasn't too surprising to Nanako, considering her own association with her motherly sensibilities. She didn't really know anyone else; she didn't want too. She knew better, especially with the stories told of the wolves, lost and alone. She knew better than to get too close; she might get hurt - and she might hurt others, especially. Her heart ached momentarily as she finished packing the bag by her feet, closing her eyes.
One hand instinctively reaches us to the collar that wraps around her neck - she hates it so. She wasn't even supposed to awaken -- but a botch move went bad.
She wasn't supposed to do anything, but protect the children as the other guards tried to get them to the designated safe spot. Instead, all she felt was a cold, darkening rage in her heart, and her power emerged - true Dominion as some might say, an angelic warrior sent from heaven to watch over the lesser angels - the children. The ones that would one day guide the world into the true world that showed everyone that equality, logic, and reasoning was nearby. Nanako knew, at that point, as she bitterly strapped on the collar, that her place was no longer with the Blue Wolves. Her place was no longer as a protector and guider; she had been in that position for far too long.
Now she knew what her friends had gone through, when she had been kneeling by the table in the Dojima household, her faded pink pillow getting bare underneath her little knees. She understood what they had been talking about, in those harsh, hushed whispers, those sly little glances at her. She understood what had brought them together for her and others protections, for their powers that had appeared, then had died quietly underneath the collars. She knew she didn't totally understand - she hadn't felt the true power coursing through her for barely a day or two before she suddenly lost it, that rip, that part that made her ache.
Instead, Nanako Dojima grabbed a small, dark brown backpack, that matched her waist length dark hair. She adjusted the brown-rimmed sunglasses that she wore all the time, to hide the dark bags underneath her eyes. She looked down, and sighed, at the Yasogami high school skirt, and then the non-matching brown camo tank top that revealed the light scars that criss-cross over her arms. Battle scars, as most people put it, but she put it as scars of justice.
It fit, after all.
She crept quietly through the children's barracks. There was a rustling, then a soft, childish female voice spoke up, "Nee-chan, where are you going?"
"I'm going to go check on the Big Wolf." Nanako said softly. "Go to bed, Chisato."
"Okay..." The little girl said, turning around and settling back into bed.
Nanako's heart ached again. As the lights went out, so did she, as she became the hunter, instead of the prey.
The time had come to prove that she had the Dojima genes.
"O father, where art thou?" Came a soft whisper from nothingness...
Who: Nanako Dojima
When: 202X
Title: The Huntress
The first thing that Nanako Dojima understood was that sometimes, impartiality was the hardest thing to do. The second thing she understood, was the fact that being the justice of the group, the one that constantly spoke up from the back of the group with a rationale for doing what they did, was even harder; if that's even possible. The third and final thing that she understood, was that she missed her family in her heavy, aching heart. The child had grown up in the ten years that have passed, a young, very pretty seventeen year old. Nanako had been put in charge of the younger children with the Underground Railroad style thing that Shirou and Thora Sekigawa were running; this frustrated her, at times, but she kept her temper.
In this way, she was kind of solemn. No one knew of the ache in her heart, when she saw smears of silver on both the wall and in color, that reminded her of Souji Seta. When she heard the whispers of the Governmental forces that worked to inspire hope instead of fear, after the Nyx incident and the subsequent Dojima reassignment to Sumaru. No one knew what truly became of Tohru Adachi; based on the rumors, she suspected him dead - and she didn't dare ask Enoha.
Oh, but Enoha. She worked the Railroad too; this wasn't too surprising to Nanako, considering her own association with her motherly sensibilities. She didn't really know anyone else; she didn't want too. She knew better, especially with the stories told of the wolves, lost and alone. She knew better than to get too close; she might get hurt - and she might hurt others, especially. Her heart ached momentarily as she finished packing the bag by her feet, closing her eyes.
One hand instinctively reaches us to the collar that wraps around her neck - she hates it so. She wasn't even supposed to awaken -- but a botch move went bad.
She wasn't supposed to do anything, but protect the children as the other guards tried to get them to the designated safe spot. Instead, all she felt was a cold, darkening rage in her heart, and her power emerged - true Dominion as some might say, an angelic warrior sent from heaven to watch over the lesser angels - the children. The ones that would one day guide the world into the true world that showed everyone that equality, logic, and reasoning was nearby. Nanako knew, at that point, as she bitterly strapped on the collar, that her place was no longer with the Blue Wolves. Her place was no longer as a protector and guider; she had been in that position for far too long.
Now she knew what her friends had gone through, when she had been kneeling by the table in the Dojima household, her faded pink pillow getting bare underneath her little knees. She understood what they had been talking about, in those harsh, hushed whispers, those sly little glances at her. She understood what had brought them together for her and others protections, for their powers that had appeared, then had died quietly underneath the collars. She knew she didn't totally understand - she hadn't felt the true power coursing through her for barely a day or two before she suddenly lost it, that rip, that part that made her ache.
Instead, Nanako Dojima grabbed a small, dark brown backpack, that matched her waist length dark hair. She adjusted the brown-rimmed sunglasses that she wore all the time, to hide the dark bags underneath her eyes. She looked down, and sighed, at the Yasogami high school skirt, and then the non-matching brown camo tank top that revealed the light scars that criss-cross over her arms. Battle scars, as most people put it, but she put it as scars of justice.
It fit, after all.
She crept quietly through the children's barracks. There was a rustling, then a soft, childish female voice spoke up, "Nee-chan, where are you going?"
"I'm going to go check on the Big Wolf." Nanako said softly. "Go to bed, Chisato."
"Okay..." The little girl said, turning around and settling back into bed.
Nanako's heart ached again. As the lights went out, so did she, as she became the hunter, instead of the prey.
The time had come to prove that she had the Dojima genes.
"O father, where art thou?" Came a soft whisper from nothingness...