[ Kenshin appears to be younger, his features softer and less defined, though it's hard to tell as he's still wrapped head to toe. His outfit does appear to be a bit looser on him. He's holding a large red sake bowl which looks bigger only because he is smaller. ]Such an usual curse, restoring me back to the early days of my lordship yet my ( Read more... )

I do wonder what sort of festival this "Halloween" is. Such an odd name. The decorations are quite odd, as well. These webs about could be a hindrance to movement, though without the presence of the Kraken, such movement will probably not be necessary for at least a few days. Bishamonten watch over the festival so it will go without trouble ( Read more... )

[ Kenshin seems different. Much more serious and intimidating than his usual calm self. There are reasons he is known as the God of War. He's holding the SFC almost like he's talking to himself, but rarely does Kenshin do something accidentally. It's some idle musings and a prayer for all to hear. ]I wonder if this creature has weaknesses. It has ( Read more... )

It seems the curfew was within reason. Another oddity of this bubble in which we dwell, one which cannot die nor take damage yet can be outrun. Such a curious thing it is. I wonder what shall come of this new addition to the populace. Bishamonten, watch over us.

[ here, have a Kenshin, serious, emotionless, and cold. Beside him is a bubble running through his rivalry with Takeda Shingen (something like this) and Moses the cat is curled up miserably on his lap. He's turning the Shingen fluff over in his hands. While his rivalry is a pleasant and warming thought, something has once again chilled his heart. ] ( Read more... )

By Bishamonten's grace, I do hope all have survived the last battle. The city seems rather devoid of locals as of late. Even the small dinosaur which had once taken up residence in the kitchen is gone, as well. Battles can be harsh though surviving means recovery and restoration ( Read more... )

The sun did not rise, the world is overcast. Dragons have begun to roam the bubble. One has even taken up residence in the kitchen.

[ he turns the SFC to show a very small bipedal dinosaur in his kitchen. It's trying its best to be vicious but is beaten back when the bold Moses smacks it on the nose. He turns the SFC back to himself. ]It is a ( Read more... )

[ his voice is calm and collected, his demeanor somewhat serious. On his lap sits a familiar black and white fuzzy lump, purring loudly as Kenshin delicately scritches his ears. ]The shadow bubble has merged with our own sometime overnight. With it arrived another quarter of Vatheon and a rather unusual festival with people painted strangely as if ( Read more... )

Such a dark cloud dwells on the horizon. 'tis almost as if.... No, impossible. The dead cannot rise again ( Read more... )

[ here, have a Kenshin drinking tea on his porch. ]Many have gone as swiftly as they arrived. Perhaps this is the normal ebb and flow of such a place. My house has become one short, my neighbor gone as well. Such is life, filled with losses and gains, ups and downs much like the ebb and flow of a battlefield ( Read more... )